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CR2005-The Widow's Companion

Chapter 1

Dominique Carter placed the highball in the hand of the buxom blonde 
thirteen year old and stepped back, her deep green eyes smiling felinely.

"Go on, dear, there's no harm in it," she coaxed.  "It's just a little 
highball."

But Ellen Winthrop, whose father had died nine months previous after an 
acute bout with alcoholism, shook her pretty head firmly.  Her satiny soft 
long blonde hair flew attractively around her perfectly oval youthful face.  
The long dark lashes over her sparkling, innocent blue eyes fluttered as 
she refused, saying, "Oh, but I couldn't, Mrs. Carter.  My mother wouldn't 
permit it."

Dominique smiled indulgently and took the glass from her again.  She shook 
out her long red hair and said sweetly, "Well, that's right, dear.  You 
should always do what your mother tells you."  Damnit, a small voice 
whispered inside her head.

Not that this terrible primness didn't make their lovely young neighbor all 
the more intoxicating company.  At times Dominique suspected that it was 
this very naivete that was driving herself and her husband Maxwell so wild 
with anticipation.  Ellen was so unremittingly good that Maxwell was really 
going out of his mind for her, and Handsome, their big German shepherd was 
as well.  Handsome sniffed around the sweet over-developed teenager to an 
extent which even made Dominique not a little jealous.  But if the 
anticipation was excruciating, so also was their fierce desire to get some 
good movies of Ellen misbehaving.  She was the most gorgeous little piece 
of femininity and perfection they had run into in a long time, and any film 
footage they could get of her would sell like hotcakes, literally.  Men 
always liked performers who were busty with long blonde hair, for some 
reason, and in addition there was the incentive of Ellen's healthy nubile 
youth, which was considerable.

At only thirteen she was rounded and developed with curves that any 
eighteen year old would have been proud of.  Her large, gravity-defying 
breasts -- which she appeared to be somewhat uncomfortable about -- were 
positively mouth-watering, to hear Maxwell tell it, and she knew that 
Handsome wanted to lap them as well.  In addition, the child had almost no 
waist -- which then flared out into opulent hourglass hips just born for 
sex.  And then there were those long, long legs tapering into tiny ankles 
and dainty feet.  Ellen had been put together like a human aphrodisiac.  No 
doubt she towered over her teacher in grammar school as well.  She was 
probably the most striking thing her teachers had ever seen.

Dominique sighed and sipped her highball.  The entire affair had become all 
too frustrating.  They hadn't had any of this delay and difficulty with 
their other conquests.  It hadn't taken too long for most of them to fall 
for Handsome, that rugged, demanding beast, or at the very least for her 
handsome husband Maxwell.  And most of them had been teenagers as well, 
usually neighborhood girls of good background who they were eventually able 
to get liquored up enough so that they totally lost their heads and could 
be seduced readily into performing for Midwest Motion Pictures, 
Incorporated.

They, too, had had long hair of varying shades, and voluptuous physiques, 
which was why they had been chosen.  The Carters' customers liked 
especially well these pert and clean-cut, fresh-looking youngsters.  Their 
innocent wholesomeness appeared to be more thrilling than the blatant 
sensuality of the average actress who was willing to do sex scenes for pay.  
Which was why she and Maxwell always went to the lengthy trouble of these 
elaborate seductions.  Their customers paid more for girls of obvious 
gentility, virginity, purity, and refinement.

Except that Ellen now had them stymied.  Five months of plying her with 
bon-bons, long trips in their wire-wheeled custom-made Lamborghini 
motorcar, flights in their private plane, pretty little gifts of 
bewildering variety and so-on, nothing had served in the slightest to 
unbend the gorgeous voluptuous blonde teenager's legs from the way they 
crossed so elegantly over her golden -- and no doubt virginal -- pussy-
slit.  Dominique could sigh indeed.  They already had a lengthy investment 
in this luscious child of nature.  It was going to be difficult to write 
her off as a bad job.  Money didn't grow on trees.

"Are you ready out there?" came Maxwell's deep voice from in back of their 
private motion picture screen, which had descended smoothly and silently 
from its hidden recess in the ceiling of the Carters' living room.

"We are lover," Dominique called back.  "Fire away."

"Here we go."

Suddenly the sound came up at the same time as the picture, the house 
lights dimmed, and they were looking at the opening reel of "Straw Dogs."

The Carters had their own motion picture facilities at home, of course, and 
quite elaborate ones they were.  They were also a means of impressing young 
impressionables, for they always showed the latest Hollywood films as well, 
often before these were showing in legitimate movie houses.  Most of them 
were pirated jobs, but the innocent young girls who made it a point to 
visit the Carters didn't know this.  They just assumed that the Carters 
were impossibly rich and influential, and that all the big studios sent 
them prints of their films as a matter of course.

Ellen sat back, her legs still sweetly crossed.  Her long blonde hair had 
fluffed in back of the couch she was sitting on.  There was no denying she 
was impressed by the Carters.  In the five months since her widowed mother 
and herself had moved to Kenilworth, intent on putting out of their minds 
the unfortunate demise of her adored father, the Carters had gone out of 
their way to help them forget.  They took her mother and herself on little 
shopping trips, and sent them presents, took them out to dinner, and so on.  
They were the most generous people Ellen had ever known.

Dominique Carter squeezed her slender smooth hand and Ellen blushed.  In 
recent months Mrs. Carter had been more of a mother to her than her own 
mother almost, and the amount of time the Carters seemed to spend on her 
was really amazing.  She had never known people could be so sweet and 
thoughtful, and without any consideration for themselves.  Mr. Carter had 
even offered her a chance to take the controls of his private plane, 
although, of course, she had refused.  What a great deal of money they must 
have to be able to afford such gestures!  And the way they were always 
talking about their vacations in Bermuda, Rio de Janeiro, Sun Valley, 
Mallorca, St. Moritz, Paris, Monte Carlo, the French Riviera, Hollywood, 
Palm Beach, and the Far East!  Apparently they had the money to be able to 
afford to go anywhere and do anything.

She didn't suppose that she would ever be that rich.  Her father's 
insurance had left just enough to leave them comfortably well off, and when 
her mother had sold their house in Winnetka (her big old house, with the 
big playroom and nursery she had grown up in, and which she loved so well) 
they had bought their smaller, but more luxurious, bungalow down the street 
from the Carters, shaded by tall oaks and with an immense backyard perfect 
for sunning.  It was just such a sunny day when they had first run into the 
Carters, who had come walking through the alley with Handsome on a leash, 
and then stopped to say hello and have some idle chatter.

Ellen had been impressed with them from the very first.  Maxwell Carter had 
seemed so impossibly urbane and worldly, with his wavy black hair and the 
handmade pipe he was forever lighting.  He dressed with rugged lavishness, 
expensively, so that he looked not so much the workman as the wealthy 
outdoors-man.  He used a great deal of leather and suede in his apparel, 
and it was always finely cut and usually brand new.  Everything he wore 
looked custom made just for him -- from the belted Austrian hunting jackets 
to his Charles III buckled boots.  He was mature, worldly, sophisticated.  
Dominique Carter was a lucky woman.

And their wealth, while obvious, was always in good taste in a similar 
vein.  In addition to their white Cadillac convertible they also kept the 
classic Lamborghini, a Rolls-Royce, and a battered old Ford station wagon.  
While Mrs. Carter, in addition to her minks, also wore leopard and silver 
fox with some frequency.  Her clothes were beautiful and in good taste.  
Everything seemed to be an original from somewhere or other, or ready-made 
from Saks or Marshall Field.  "Oh, just some little thing Christian Dior 
made up for me, darling," Dominique Carter would say casually.  "He's such 
a dear."

Now as she sat on the couch in front of the movie screen, Mrs. Carter's 
hand slipped casually out of hers and rested just as casually on Ellen's 
full firm thigh.  Ellen didn't mind.  Dominique was like a secondary mother 
to her, or a fairy aunt.  And she was a perfectly normal girl in that her 
primitive, vague and immature yearnings were oriented only towards the male 
sex.  At the tender age of thirteen, while of womanly proportions already, 
Ellen still knew nothing at all of lesbianism, and scarcely much more about 
ordinary sex.

The innocent young girl glanced across at Maxwell Carter, who was sitting 
sidewise across from them, on the other long black leather couch, 
apparently deep in thought, his usual urbane and distant self as the motion 
pictured droned on.

But why had they picked her upon which to lavish all this attention and 
praise?  Dominique Carter was constantly buying her "some little thing;" 
her mother didn't seem to mind.  Perhaps it was all due to the fact that 
the Carters had no children of their own.

But that didn't seem quite right, either.  Dominique Carter was certainly 
young enough to have children, even though she was too svelte and 
sophisticated to seem exactly the motherly type.  And with a gorgeous 
statuesque figure like hers, Ellen imagined that her husband probably found 
no end of excuse to do with her what it was that men did with women for the 
purpose of impregnating them.  She certainly could not believe that the 
Carters were anything less than normal.  Mr. Carter's virility was a 
palpable flavor in the air, while Dominique had an aura of such worldly 
sensuality that Ellen only hoped that some day she could equal that 
masterful air of feminine confidence which suffused everything Dominique 
did.  If only ...

"Look at this," Maxwell whispered across to them.  Handsome stepped over to 
Ellen and laid his furry snout in her lap, gazing up at her with what 
appeared to be adoring eyes.  It was not in her youthful innocence to 
perceive any sensuality in the handsome brute's face.  Handsome was, after 
all, just a dog.

"Terrific," Maxwell muttered.

Ellen blinked and she struggled to focus.  As usual, the surroundings in 
the Carters' enormous den were so restful that she had quite drifted off 
with her pubescent daydreaming.  She realized now that she had been paying 
scarcely any attention at all to the movie, although it appeared to be an 
interesting one.  The mood of decor in the Carters' library-den as usual, 
had tended to act as a mild soporific on her teenage sensibilities.  The 
ancient prints on the walls, the long hanging red tapestries, the abundance 
of leather, wood, and fine Mediterranean tooling workmanship in everything 
-- from mantel piece to chair arm to carpeting to bookcase -- the high 
covered windows, everything gave one a feeling of having settled into a 
warmish, quiet cocoon conducive to thoughtful meditation.  Then the incense 
that the Carters were so fond of lighting was another factor.  She 
invariably found herself becoming slow and lazy in this room, in particular 
when they showed films.  Her mind just seemed to drift off.

But now Mr. Carter's verbal notations had served to waken her observation, 
and what she observed was more than she bargained for.

The sort of films the Carters usually showed her were Mary Poppins' sort of 
things, with the occasional violent western thrown in for good measure.  
They had never shown her anything even the most wee bit sexy.  And yet she 
realized now that what she was seeing in Straw Dogs had some very strong 
sexual overtones.  In particular where the young man's wife -- the American 
man's wife -- appears at the window with her healthy young breasts showing, 
before the trio of workmen working on the garage roof of her husband's new 
house.

And what Mr. Carter was now pointing out was apparently a rape scene, for 
the big blond man was in the American's house while he was away, and he was 
slapping his pretty blonde wife and making her take her clothes off.

Ellen started as she realized what was happening to herself right here in 
this room.  Mrs. Carter was gently stroking her skirted thigh with her 
thumb, and Handsome had nuzzled his nose deeply in her lap, almost brushing 
her panty-covered loins, but she didn't notice any of that.  What really 
set her mind and her loins aglow was the realization that the big young man 
in the film had actually put his penis into the beautiful blonde young 
housewife!

Ellen gasped and put her hand to her sultry red mouth.  She couldn't really 
believe this was happening, before her very eyes!  For the pretty 
housewife, the nipples of her breasts showing in the most blatant way, 
seemed actually to be undergoing sex as the handsome man stuffed his long 
thick thing up inside of her belly, working it around with agonizing 
slowness.  And a few seconds later, when the housewife obviously came, it 
was the most intoxicating experience Ellen had ever witnessed in her entire 
young life!

"She seemed to enjoy that, didn't she?" Dominique asked silkily, her voice 
a soft essence wafted against Ellen's shell-like smooth ear.

"Well -- I --" stammered Ellen, unable to know what to say, at a total 
loss.  She had never before ever actually seen anyone having sex.  Her 
loins seemed to be full of butterflies.  The man in the film had obviously 
made love to the beautiful blonde housewife in the film, and clearly she 
had enjoyed it.

"Don't be pushy, Dom," came Maxwell Carter's understanding baritone from 
the other couch.  "After all, Ellen's only thirteen years old.  She's just 
a child."

Exactly the sort of statement calculated to put any teenager on the 
defensive and eager to prove that she could be as sexy as any grown woman.

Ellen rose to the bait.  Smarting under Mr. Carter's patronizing tone, she 
instinctively sat up straighter in order to thrust out her proudly uplifted 
breasts.  Her long blonde curls danced in back of her shoulders.  "I am not 
such a child as all that, Mr. Carter," she insisted through her sensuously 
pouting lips.  "I know all about sex, you know."

Carter could not repress a faint little smirk at their perty prey's 
behavior.  "From biology books in school, no doubt," he said wryly, 
clinking his ice around in his highball glass as he goaded her still 
further.  "And I thought we agreed that you would call me Maxwell, Ellen."

"Maxwell, then," she stammered, flustered.  "Well, no, not from biology 
books -- that is ..."

"Where then, dear?" asked Dominique, pressing her hand affectionately 
around Ellen's.

"Well, I -- that is ... the girls at school ... my mother ... oohhhhh ..."  
Her voice trailed off as she focused again on the sexual action on the 
screen.  Something had happened!  A second man had appeared with a knife 
and had forced the first man to force the housewife to submit to something 
else.  It appeared as if the second man was doing something behind her.  
But what?  It was all so confused.  She wasn't sure if she could make out 
anything very clearly, really.

"Looks like he's sodomizing her," Maxwell Carter said casually.

"He's what?" Ellen asked, mystified.

"Sodomizing her, darling," said Dominique, pressing her hand warmly again.  
"That's a form of sex -- probably the most satisfying there is."

Ellen's eyes screwed up.  How did they get to talking about sex all of a 
sudden?  Even though the Carters spoke with easy authority, she had the 
subtle feeling that something was not quite right in their conversation.  
And as for this sodomizing business, if that was the best sex, how come she 
hadn't heard anything about it?  Her mother certainly hadn't said anything 
about it.

But anyway that scene was quickly over and then her embarrassed confusion 
subsided again.  Everything returned to normal.  The warmish feeling in her 
loins gradually pulled back like a receding wave from a tropical shore.

There was in the remainder of the film some really grisly violence of 
fairly standard American variety, but none of it especially disturbed her.  
Then she looked at the lovely platinum watch the Carters had given her and 
exclaimed about the time.  She had promised her mother that she would be 
home early.  She said a hurried but pleasant good night to the Carters and 
then rushed off into the darkness of the evening.

Chapter 2

"That little cunt has cost us a fortune," said Maxwell when she had gone, 
his voice thick with disgust as he scratched Handsome's ears.

"I'll say," agreed Dominique, putting out her cigarette in the nearest 
ashtray.  Then she began undoing the belt on her robe until it opened 
fully, revealing the sumptuous pears of her high, widely-spaced breasts, 
the molten white belly beneath with its soft nest of auburn pussy hair, and 
the long slender columns of her legs.  She lay back on the couch and spread 
her legs open lazily.  The big German shepherd didn't need any further cue 
than that.  He left his master and hurried across the carpet to burrow his 
nose into his mistress' warmly scented pussy.  Dominique sighed and ran her 
fingers over the handsome dog's sleek furry head.  In another moment the 
well-trained show dog's tongue had lanced out and speared into the 
quivering pink flesh of her cuntal lips, sending a surge of fire burning 
through her loins and upward into the rest of her wantonly excited body 
right to the very ends of her hair.

"Spent a fortune on that fucking tail," Maxwell muttered unhappily again, 
his voice slurring this time.  He finished a spare drink on the coffee 
table, then got up and went over to the bamboo-and-leopard skin bar to mix 
himself another.

Dominique's eyes turned dreamy as the big German shepherd's thick red 
tongue began twisting in and out of her cunt like a corkscrew.  "Maybe we 
should use our more extreme procedure, lover," she croaked huskily, her 
eyes fluttering with passion.

"We don't dare," said Maxwell, corking a bottle and shaking his head.  
"She's only thirteen years old.  Any seduction has to be of her own accord.  
She has to come to us with her eyes wide open.  She has to seduce herself.  
Any other course would be strictly suicide."

"In that case, it's time to leave it with Handsome, lover."

"Probably."  Maxwell Carter looked over at the powerful dog whose tongue 
was dredging his wife's wetly surging vagina like a steam shovel excavating 
Roman finds.  Handsome was always the court of last resort; and he had 
never failed them yet.

Still, though, this was a tricky one.  A thirteen year old gorgeous blonde 
of total innocence.  A real challenge!  He couldn't remember when before 
they had encountered such striking blonde wholesomeness.  He wanted to see 
her long, satiny blonde hair cascading over a pillow to form a cushion for 
her pretty head as he moved upward through her widespread thighs with his 
warmly throbbing cock working slowly through the moist tendrils and wetly 
sucking lips of her young virginal cunt, fucking the shit out of the sweet 
little bitch; he coughed at the thought.

Ellen Winthrop had the body of a lush young Venus, and it had been all 
Maxwell could do to control his hands in the months they had known her.  
Fortunately his head had ruled his heart.  Finesse always proved the most 
potent master in the end; and it was lasting.  Rape seductions occasionally 
worked out, but there was always the danger that they might not.  
Particularly with one so young, where the aspect of painful entrance might 
assume sizable proportions.

He closed his eyes, considering her lushly ripened breasts whose rose-
tipped nipples appeared so prominent even through her brassiere and sweater 
combined.  The child had a slender, girlish waist, luscious round hips, a 
flat, smooth stomach and long, full-swelling thighs.  Her breathtakingly 
curved calves tapered down into thin, well-formed ankles.  And over all of 
that, her wealth of shining blonde hair.  Just one reel of her being taken 
from behind by Handsome could make a fortune for them.  And if that 
fiercely kissable, sultry young mouth could ever be coaxed into wrapping 
itself around the dog's enormous pulsating red cock --!  Ellen had an 
almost classical, dainty Greek nose, with a lower lip that protruded in an 
almost perpetual little-girl pout, a round dimpled chin, and a soft, 
slightly tanned ivory complexion.  To see that pretty young face 
energetically sucking on Handsome's throbbing, richly-veined penis would be 
a treat no reasonable buyer could refuse.  They had to get her at all cost!

Downing his drink swiftly, he went to the secret panel on the wall of the 
library, where he pressed a button and a hidden videotape camera came 
sliding into view from one corner of the ceiling.  It hissed and clicked as 
it focused on Handsome's lavish oral attention he was giving to his lovely 
auburn-haired mistress Dominique, who was already hurtling through her 
first orgasm of the evening with a gurgling cry of delight that made the 
heavy drapes on the high windows of the library seem to tremble.

*    *    *    *    *

Three houses down on Kenwood Lane from the Carters, the cute teenager had 
already dozed pleasantly off on the two-seater sofa in her bedroom, her 
long legs curled up underneath her.  She had meant to take a nice hot bath 
before retiring, but she had gotten so caught up in her third re-reading of 
Jane Austen's Wuthering Heights -- which she thought was the most romantic 
novel ever written, next to Little Women, that she had quite dozed off.  
This was not so uncommon; she frequently fell asleep reading some nice 
romantic story, though usually only in bed.

But now she had suddenly bolted upright to a sitting position.  She had 
been awakened by a noise from down the hall.  It sounded like the muffled 
squeal of some animal being put to slaughter.  At first she had heard it as 
merely a part of her dream, but when it had come again, more forcefully, it 
had jarred her into alertness.

Something was wrong in her mother's room, she was sure of it.  Other 
muffled sounds were echoing through the thick wall also.  Sounds that were 
not familiar to her, but which seemed to be cries of terror and pleading.  
She looked at her watch.  It was still early.  She had probably not been 
asleep very long, even though it had seemed so.

She got up groggily from the sofa and drifted over to the bed, trying to 
analyze the nature of what she was hearing.  She didn't want to make a fool 
of herself if nothing was wrong.  Perhaps her mother merely had the 
television on too loud.  Or it could be that she had gone to sleep early 
and was having a nightmare herself.

There was silence then for a long moment, and then another sound, this time 
of movement.  It sounded as though something were being thrown bodily onto 
a squeaking bed.  She could not be certain, of course.  Her mother's 
bedroom was separated from her own by the main bathroom.

Not switching on the lamp, she made her way through the darkness to the 
door, pressing her ear tightly against it in order to listen better.  There 
was the unmistakable sound of a heavy, dragging movement somewhere.  She 
thought also she could hear whimpering but it was impossible to tell for 
sure.

She hesitated for a moment, not sure just what to do.  Certainly if 
something were drastically wrong, her mother would scream.  She would 
certainly hear that, if she did.  She listened intently, waiting silently, 
her hand frozen on the doorknob.

There was a long low moan coming softly discernible from the other side 
now.  This convinced her!  Her mother might be ill and unable to move for 
some reason.  She hadn't been feeling too well earlier on, and it might 
even be serious.  She had been quite distraught when father had died, and 
not quite right since.  Perhaps Ellen should take just a quick look quietly 
so as not to disturb her if she were merely having a bad dream.

The apprehensive young blonde stepped into the bathroom between their 
rooms, and then slipped quietly across the tiles to the door to her 
mother's bedroom.  Silently, she turned the doorknob and opened the door 
just a crack.  She scanned the room, her eyes adjusting to the dim glow of 
the bedlamp.

And then her heart leaped in her throat!  For there, on the bed, was her 
mother, Amy Winthrop, her long black hair streaming, her naked body 
churning passionately underneath, with a man on top of her!

He was obviously trying to rape her!  The man had her pinned to the bed and 
had forced her legs open with his own muscular thighs.  Ellen felt frozen 
to the floor.  She almost let out a scream but choked it back with the palm 
of her hand.  It was unbelievable!  She started to shake uncontrollably, 
then bit down hard on her hand to keep from crying out.  She was shaking 
too hard to close the door and just stood there helplessly trying to regain 
her composure.  What should she do?  She knew it would do no good for her 
to attempt to intervene.  And then she might get raped as well.  Or worse!  
He might kill them both.

But at the same time she couldn't seem to tear herself away from the 
fiercely lascivious scene.  Her own mother!  Being fucked!  A man had his 
penis inside her!  It was ghastly -- but at the same time heart-stopping 
and intoxicating as well.  Ellen had only a minimal knowledge of what sex 
was all about, despite her premature development, and her curiosity was 
stronger than her terror in finding her mother was being violated.

So she watched horrified and thrilled all put together, unable to move, as 
her naked mother struggled beneath the twilight-shrouded man on the bed.  
Ellen had a good view of them, although she could not see who the man was 
except that he was naked and wearing only a pair of socks.

By now her mother had her ankles locked tightly around the man's hairy 
thighs as he moved up inside her.  Ellen's breath caught and her nostrils 
flared as she watched them, her loins suffusing with a warmish kind of 
sweetness.  The man's body rose and fell powerfully between her mother's 
long white legs, pinning them even wider apart on each punishing in-stroke.  
Now Ellen could make out his wetly glistening penis as it moved 
rhythmically in and out of her mother's splayed cuntal lips, gobbling it 
into her as if it were candy, then clinging to the thick base as it slid 
out on the upward stroke.

God, it was immense!  Ellen had never seen a man naked like this before, 
not even her father.  How on earth could a female take such a huge thing up 
inside her belly?  She didn't see how her mother kept it from splitting her 
open.

For a moment the man's penis lay quiet, like a great log, along the visibly 
throbbing vaginal furrow, the two great testicles hanging down wickedly 
from its hairy base.  The trembling young girl could see the foreskin 
slipping back over the pulsating purplish tip as it slid down along her 
mother's widespread buttocks, the blood-engorged head bursting forth again 
like some primeval monster crawling evilly from its lair.  And then the 
long thick cock slid smoothly forward again, its entire wet length again 
being devoured hungrily by the voracious lips of her mother's cunt.

Ellen stood transfixed, her golden hair practically standing on end, unable 
to take her eyes off the lewd spectacle in front of her.  She could not 
understand why her mother had stopped struggling underneath this brutal 
monster.  Now there seemed to be a continual flow of deeply felt incoherent 
moans from her moistly parted lips.  Her naked body seemed to be churning 
in an altogether different manner now.  It was almost as if her mother 
actually wanted that enormous penis to be sawing in and out of her.

Ellen found herself breathing more rapidly in a growing excitement.  She 
could see clearly the exposed hair-covered vaginal furrow up between her 
mother's trembling thighs.  The narrow red slit glistened wetly in the dim 
light, and she could make out the mouth-shaped lips of the cunt that seemed 
even from this distance to be stretched so cruelly apart by that lust-
thickened shaft of flesh.  Even as the thirteen year old girl watched, it 
contracted, opened, and closed like the mouth of a gasping fish out of the 
water.

The man's hand reached down between them on one outstroke, grasping his 
long hard instrument, and raised his buttocks high in the air, pulling out 
until only its bulbous head remained within me sucking mouth of her 
mother's feverishly churning cunt.  Ellen watched and listened horrified as 
the muscles of his powerful ass-cheeks tensed, and then he drove into her 
whimpering mother again brutally, sinking his heavily veined shaft all the 
way into her wet gaping channel until only a brief stretch of it showed, 
moist and glistening, jutting out from his hairy balls.  Ellen winced as 
her mother's unearthly wailing cry came like the scream of a wounded 
animal, her toes curling up in what Ellen felt certain must be some 
terrible agony.

Now the two nakedly entwined fingers on the bed seemed to be locked in a 
stillness more mobile than motion.  Ellen's heart pounded like a jackhammer 
until she was certain everyone on Kenwood Lane could hear it.  She pressed 
a fist tightly into her budding young breasts as if to dull that thudding 
sound in her ears.

Gradually the male began a slow rocking motion over her lewdly impaled and 
moaning mother.  He withdrew slightly, the thick fleshy penis sliding out 
for several inches, then thrust forward again, grinding his hips in order 
to move it around inside of her tightly clasping vagina.  Then he withdrew 
again until the throbbing glans head could be seen by the hypnotized blonde 
teenager.  Her mouth dropped open in disbelief as her mother's long full 
legs wrapped sinuously, almost affectionately, around his naked buttocks, 
squirming in togetherness under him, her heels firming snugly into the 
cheeks of his buttocks as if she were straining to pull him even deeper 
inside of her.   The cords on the insides of her thighs flexed as she 
pushed her hair-covered pussy back up over his moistly glistening penis.  
Her hollowing buttocks lifted several inches off the bed as she struggled 
upward, desperately trying to absorb the entirety of the long thick cock 
back into the fleshy pink folds of her hungry cunt and a wet viscous sound 
drifted through the room each time her pussy slithered up its full length 
like a cat climbing a tree trunk.  Her flexing buttocks began a rhythmic 
beat up and down his heavily ridged manhood, and his swaying testicles 
slapped in time against the puckering little anus below.

Ellen gasped, for suddenly her mother began mouthing obscenities as well, 
saying words she had never even dreamed her mother knew, the sort of words 
only "bad" girls used at school.  There was no question in her mind that if 
she had ever used such words before her mother, she would have been soundly 
spanked, yet now -- there she was, her own beautiful, long-haired brunette 
mother, leading light of the PTA, the Junior Women's League, and the First 
Episcopalian Church of Winnetka, thrashing lewdly in the throes of obscene 
passion beneath this man, uttering words of such ardent filth that Ellen 
wanted to put her hands over her ears against them.  Those were forbidden 
words that brought a guilty tingling glow into the pulsing center up 
between the thirteen year old's legs.  They drummed incessantly into the 
watching girl's mind, who stood unable to move as if she had been turned to 
stone.  Was this the quiet, reserved Amy Winthrop who was her mother, the 
aloof widow who was such a tower of strength to all who knew her?  God, if 
her mother could be driven into such insane submission to a man she had 
fought so strenuously only moments before, then maybe it could happen to 
anyone!  Maybe even to her, Ellen Winthrop.  The bosomy blonde teenager 
felt a slight electric tingle of excitement dart from wall-to-wall within 
her palpitating little cunt.

Now she watched thunderstruck as again the man's hand curled beneath Amy's 
nakedly pumping buttocks and the tip of his outstretched middle finger 
circled tantalizingly the rubbery ring of the tightly puckered anus.  It 
played there for a long teasing moment that brought another tortured groan 
from the lewdly twisting body beneath him as his finger slipped through the 
protective fleshy ring and disappeared up inside her rectum.  Mrs. 
Winthrop's legs kicked out again and there was another tortured wail with 
her toes curling up tightly.  Then her legs locked over his body again, and 
her buttocks began pumping savagely over both invaders.

Ellen was trembling violently and biting her fist to keep from screaming.  
Was her mother experiencing terrible pain or terrible joy?  It was 
impossible to tell.  Her helpless ears were literally drenched with their 
sounds of depravity.  And then the squeak of bedsprings, the moans and 
groans and huffing hard breathing, the portrait of tangle limbs, all 
combined to ignite smoldering sparks in that most sensitive of flesh up 
between her own legs.  By now the itch was driving her frantic as much as 
anything else.  She clamped her legs tightly together to try to choke off 
that bursting fire.

As if in a dream, her hands began involuntarily to massage the straining 
softness of her budding young breasts, trapping the trembling nipples 
between her fingers, kneading and pulling at them until it felt as though 
she would rip them loose from the full quivering mounds.  She groaned and 
found her fingers pressing tightly into her vaginal mound and drumming at 
her clitoris, trying to rub away the terrible sensation of need that was 
raging out of control.

Her long trembling legs scissored open, one foot just sort of dangling as 
she supported herself against the doorjamb.  She could feel her own hair-
lined little pussy slit now moistly palpitating against the tips of her 
fingers which drew the narrow furrow open, exposing the lips of her 
pulsating cunt to the warmish, musky air of the room.  With a groan, she 
sunk her outstretched middle finger deep into the warmly throbbing mouth of 
her vagina.  The trembling thirteen year old held her breath, relieved 
momentarily, but the moment of relief was brief.  For now the fire seemed 
to burn all the more intensely, demanding more to feed its obscene hunger.  
She inserted another finger, then slid, gasping to the cold tile floor of 
the bathroom.

After a second, she drew her knees up into a kneeling position, with her 
firm young buttocks high in the air.  The squeak of bedsprings became more 
violent, and she crammed her fingers into the slippery moistness of her 
vagina with a little cry of abandon and in rhythm with the couple fucking 
so savagely on her mother's bed.

The picture of their lewdly locked bodies drove the cute young blonde on, 
and she rocked back on her knees, screwing her fingers deeper and deeper 
into her tightly clasping pussy.  She could see the man's huge thick cock 
fucking in and out of her mother's ardently clasping cunt, sinking through 
the soft pussy hair like a greased telephone pole.  The aroused teenager's 
fingers became that pole -- and her gasps began to match theirs.  She 
wanted, absurdly, everything her mother was getting, as immature as she 
was.  Her body was confessing it, betraying her.  She wanted to be split 
too, wanted to be fucked, wanted a sperm-bloated penis pumping into her own 
hot searing passage.  Her fingers were nothing compared to that enormous 
thick member that was being rammed in and out of her mother.  She had to 
have more -- but there was nothing, nothing but her own fingers.

She reached up over her nakedly thrashing buttocks with her free hand, 
searching the tight crevice for she knew-not-what.  The fingers on her ass-
cheeks seemed to be magnetized as her mind flashed pictures of how the man 
had stuffed his finger into her mother's rectal passage ... and of how the 
older woman seemed to be enjoying it immensely.

And then she found her puckered little anal hole.  Quickly, the young 
blonde girl rammed one finger up into the tiny opening between her moon-
shaped buttocks, gasping as in her haste a fingernail dug into the soft 
fleshy walls, sending a sharp jolt of pain through her wantonly quivering 
thirteen year old body.  She stilled for a moment, then took up the lewd 
rhythm of the couple on the bed, her buttocks lifting high off the floor as 
her long legs braced themselves, she writhed and groaned in frustration, 
and ultimately turned over onto her knees, trying to find a more 
comfortable position.

Now her ripe young breasts were scraping against the floor, her nipples 
brushing tantalizingly against the cool tile.  Her long blonde hair wafted 
away on all sides of her voluptuous body, falling eventually in a golden 
pile on the bathroom floor.  Wildly erotic tingles of lewd pleasure raced 
through her passion-inflamed loins as she pictured herself under the 
nameless pounding body with the socks.  Then her face colored crimson as 
she felt her own orgasm coming -- coming with a great roar.

She hung for an insane, lust-propelled moment teetering on the edge of the 
first climax she'd ever experienced, and then her entire sensually aroused 
body convulsed as her liquid passion gushed from around her thrusting 
fingers, covering her hand and wrist, and dripping down onto the tiles 
below.  She could feel it running in slick rivulets down the inside of her 
quivering thighs to her bended knees.  As her teeth chattered through her 
shattering climax, she was greeted by a sobbing shriek and a low male groan 
from the direction of her mother's bed as the writhing joined couple 
answered her orgasm with one of their own.  Then there was complete silence 
except for the gasping, panting breathing of the three of them.

Ellen stayed on her hands and knees for awhile, sobbing silently.  Her 
buttocks still swaying in the musky air.  She couldn't bring herself to 
take her hand away from her glowing young cunt until the last dying throbs 
of climax had been stilled.  It seemed eons before her fingers finally 
slithered wetly from her satiated vaginal opening, and she rolled over onto 
her side, clutching her burning breasts, a terrible feeling of guilt 
suffusing her entire trembling being.

She looked up towards her mother's distant bed.  It seemed as if the couple 
there were now hurtling towards a second orgasm.  Ellen could see the 
muscles cording up on her mother's inner thighs as she struggled like a 
crazed nymphomaniac to get the man deeper inside of her.  His hands cupped 
her naked white buttocks with savage strength that cut red lines into the 
smooth, wildly undulating mounds; he squeezed her rounded ass-cheeks 
tightly together, forcing her vagina more snugly around the thickness of 
his thrusting male hardness.  Ellen could see the thin, ragged edges of her 
mother's wet sucking pussy clasping it tightly like the ovaled mouth of a 
hungry child around the last banana in the world as it moved in and out of 
her belly.

Her mother's buttocks were grinding faster now, and her groans and mewls of 
animal pleasure had escalated dramatically as the glazed eyes of her 
voluptuous blonde daughter remained glued hypnotically to the lewd coupling 
on the bed.  Mrs. Winthrop's wild, demonic upward thrusts were met with 
equal fury by the stranger's pelvis, which drove her even more deeply into 
the mattress with each mighty surge, the loud slaps of belly against belly 
resounding like thunder claps

Ellen held her breath as she watched her mother being fucked with 
increasing viciousness.  And then there was a low, unearthly gurgle from 
her mother's throat, and her buttocks began a series of small, spasmodic 
jerks up tight against the penis that was sunk so deeply inside her 
churning white belly.  "Aaaggghhh.  Ah ... oh ... awweeee ... I'm 
cumming!" Ellen's mother wailed.

At the same time the man groaned again above her, grinding hard into her 
wantonly writhing cunt, his thick fleshy rod beginning to spurt again its 
white milky sperm deep up inside her belly.  The creamy rich fluid filled 
her vaginal passage before cascading out around the stretched pink lips of 
her cunt.  Ellen watched breathlessly as a tiny white stream of it ran down 
the wide split crevice of her buttocks to drop on the mattress below.  And 
then the couple seemed to expire into a long, drawn-out sigh, lying very 
still although still joined.

For a long time nothing seemed to happen, and then at last the man rolled 
off of the older woman and got up, going over to some clothes that were 
slung over a chair.

"I've got to go, Mrs. Winthrop," came the boyish tenor, "or my mother will 
give me hell.  I'm supposed to be playing basketball at St. Ignatius."

Ellen started, her eyes wide.  Oh no!  No!  She could swear that the "man" 
was Billy Erpsamer, the fourteen year old boy from next door!

But could it be?  She watched his huge limp penis dangling as he got into 
his clothes.  With the two of them on the bed, it was impossible exactly to 
tell just what the size of the man was.  Billy was certainly much shorter 
than her statuesque mother, although he was quite hairy for his age.  But 
could that be his enormous penis, swinging so evilly like an Arabian 
scimitar?

Her mother got up from the bed, wrapping a robe around her lushly 
proportioned body, a lazy smile on her lovely face.  "And how much do you 
want this time, you wonderful brute?" she asked.

Billy Erspamer -- she was certain it was him now -- grinned.  "Ten 
dollars," he said with a smirk.

Ellen watched unbelievingly as her mother went to her purse on the vanity, 
took out a roll of bills and handed it to him.  "There's fifteen," she 
said, and then she put her arms around the boy and kissed him, obviously 
working her tongue around inside his cheeks.  When the kiss broke, she 
whispered huskily, "You're sure you wouldn't like me to suck your cock, 
darling?" and reached down to stroke the thick bulge in his Levi's.

Billy shook his head.  "No thanks, Mrs. Winthrop.  I'd like to, but my 
mother'll kill me if I'm late.  No fooling!  Maybe next time."  And then he 
picked up his jacket and went for the door.

Her mother tailed after him, grabbing him one more time before he could get 
away, by the neck this time.  "You do respect me, don't you, darling?" she 
asked.

"Sure, sure I do, Mrs. Winthrop.  You know I do.  Now come on, I've really 
got to get going.  My mother'll kill me."

The older woman shrugged.  "All right," she said, letting him out into the 
corridor, and then as an afterthought, whispered, "But use the back stairs.  
My daughter's asleep.  Good night, dear."

Crawling through the darkness on all fours, slinking across the floor like 
the snake she felt like, Ellen finally managed to make it back to her own 
bedroom.  She flopped down into her bed with tears of uncertainty rolling 
down her cheeks like beads of glass.  The troubled young girl was almost 
glad that her father wasn't alive; for she knew now that her mother had 
been carrying on like this even before he died.  She could remember how the 
older woman had often stayed out late in the evening during his lengthy 
illness, pleading PTA, or other charitable work.  Well, she certainly 
seemed to be practicing charity now, thought Ellen, choking on her futile 
tears.

How could she ever face her mother again, after what she had witnessed?  
And after what she had done with herself while she witnessed it?  How could 
she look at her mother in the morning over their usual breakfast together?

But what could she do?  Where could she go?  She was too young by far to 
run away from home.

Maxwell and Dominique Carter were her only real friends.  She resolved to 
see as much of them as possible from now on.  They were understanding, 
worldly people, and would make good substitute parents ... she could trust 
them!

Chapter 3

In the weeks that followed, the Carters were quite pleased to find Ellen 
visiting them with increasing frequency.  Often she stopped by on her way 
home from school, then lingered over a glass of soda pop and some ice cream 
for the longest time.  In the evenings she would come by again and they 
would watch TV, films or play scrabble or go to drive-ins for milk shakes.

Several times they took her ice skating at the big rink in Northfield, and 
despite her voluptuousness Ellen proved to be surprisingly graceful on the 
ice.  In the short-short skating skirt her gorgeous long, muscular legs 
were shown off to exciting advantage, and her long blonde hair swirled 
gorgeously on every turn.  Maxwell Carter could barely wait to sink his 
teeth into her.

His favorite game, however, was taking Ellen downstairs to shoot pool in 
their game room.  For when she leaned over the billiards table he was often 
afforded an intoxicating viewing of her massively swelling young breasts as 
they swayed within her clinging tight sweaters.  When she was around, his 
mouth was continually watering and his nostrils flaring.

Not that he wasn't prepared to let his own sexual interests take a back 
seat to the economic concerns of Midwest Films, Inc.

Consequently it was eventually decided between himself and Dominique that 
the time had become ripe and that they could afford to wait no longer.  
Ellen was frequently affectionate, giving both of them hugs and kisses on 
the check before going home, and she had also taken quite a fancy to 
Handsome, their powerful German shepherd.  All they needed was to time her 
initiation properly and they felt sure that there would be no fuss 
whatever.

But the timing was, nonetheless, important.

They decided, finally, to pursue her in a manner that had been successful 
with numerous other reluctant conquests.  A combination of preying on her 
immaturity and the natural wish of every over-developed teenager to appear 
older than her years, and sophisticated, and the use of drugs and lewd 
motion pictures as well.  Eventually she would become so aroused that she 
would no longer be able to control herself.  At least, that was the plan.

Meanwhile the virginal golden Ellen suspected nothing.  She felt 
affectionate towards the Carters, and she dearly loved Handsome, but she 
hadn't even fingered again since the evil night she had caught her mother 
with Billy Erspamer ... not that the thirteen year old hadn't been tempted!  
She had resolved that she would struggle to retain her purity in order to 
counterbalance her mother's fall from grace.  The Winthrop family of 
Kenwood Lane would at least have her balancing it in a world that was too 
evil to survive much longer.

By visiting the Carters frequently, she seemed to acquire some of their 
strength of personality.  They were so good -- if worldly -- that she came 
to believe that she could rely upon their judgment utterly.  Surely they 
hadn't become so rich by not having any sense.  So she studied everything 
Dominique Carter did, and Maxwell Carter, too.  She wanted to be just like 
them.  Her mother she merely tolerated.  The chasm between then widened 
daily.

It was this innocent trust that prevented Ellen from developing any inkling 
or suspicion of what fate the Carters really had in mind for her.  As a 
result, she accepted with alacrity when they suggested one evening that she 
spend the weekend at their house.  They had plenty of room, and they did 
have such fun together.  It would be lovely fun.

Her mother agreed with what Ellen considered to be uncharacteristic 
alacrity, and the young girl readied herself.  She got a little bag of her 
things and toilet articles together, and went over to the Carters almost 
immediately after coming home from school on Friday.

The afternoon seemed to go along in a relatively mild, innocuous fashion.  
At dinner they explained to her that they were celebrating Maxwell's 
birthday with champagne.

Ellen had never drunk champagne before, nor for that matter any alcoholic 
beverage, but she didn't want to offend her two good friends, and in 
particular she didn't want to seem childish and immature.  For if she 
refused to drink she knew they would seize upon that to make light fun of 
her in a good-natured way, and she didn't want that.  She wanted to live up 
to their sophisticated company in every way.

So she drank.  And the bubbles went right to her head, making her cough and 
sputter.  What a good laugh they all had over that.

And then Maxwell offered her the cigarette.

It appeared to be no more unusual than any other cigarette, set in white 
paper with a gold lipstick end and some sort of filter.  "Well, if you're 
old enough for champagne now," he laughed, "you're entitled to a first 
cigarette as well.  Go on, it won't bite you."

"Oh, but I --"

And then Dominique's face turned more stony than Ellen had ever seen it 
before.  The older woman blew smoke out through her nose and looked at 
Ellen frightfully, and the pert teenager realized that the weekend could 
become very unpleasant if she was going to hold onto her childishness much 
longer.  And anyway, who was it who had warned her of smoking?  Her mother, 
whose opinion could scarcely count for anything now.

So she allowed Mr. Carter to light up the cigarette and she took a slow but 
even puff on it.

To her surprise, she didn't even cough, and in fact the smoke, coming on 
the heels of the champagne, seemed to have quite a heady effect on her.  
With the second puff she began to feel very lightheaded indeed, and she was 
very much ready to retire to the living room when it was suggested.

Another glass of champagne was put into her hand when she had finished the 
first, and although she didn't want to add to her escalating tipsiness, she 
couldn't bring herself to refuse.  As she drank, she could hear the 
servants finishing off in the kitchen and dining room somewhere, and 
finally there was silence from that direction with a series of doors being 
slammed.  The three of them were alone again in the big house.  Handsome 
nuzzled his furry snout against her party exposed thigh and her fingers 
played affectionately around her ears.

Maxwell Carter had started the stereo, and, as they relaxed over their 
drinks and cigarettes, the most sensual music seemed to waft through the 
air of the living room-cum-library.  By now the pungent sweetness of the 
smoke seemed to hang very heavy as well.  It seemed to Ellen that the scent 
of that smoke was exceptionally honeyish, but she was not experienced 
enough to know what that meant, or to distinguish it from ordinary smoke.

"Time for our evening movie," Maxwell whispered, and then he disappeared 
behind them and could be heard doing something in the projection room.  In 
another moment the library's lights had dimmed, the screen had slid down 
from the ceiling, and white flashes were flickering across it as the film 
began.

The room was perfectly quiet now except for the film running and the 
occasional deep inhalation and exhalation.  Occasionally one of them 
coughed as well.  And then there was a picture on the screen.

The film showed a large bed in a bedroom with a small vanity to one side 
with a large mirror standing near it.  While Ellen puzzled at this, her 
empty champagne glass was taken away and a full one substituted.  She had 
lost all sense of proportion now and wasn't sure if it was Maxwell or 
Dominique that had given her the glass.  But it didn't matter!  The 
cigarette made her thirsty and dreamy, and she poured the cool liquid down 
her throat greedily.

It was nice to have someone looking after her the way the Carters did; she 
loved them as if they were her real parents now.  A happy, relaxed feeling 
suffused her voluptuous young body and a soft smile of appreciation flooded 
her sensual face.

On the screen, an innocent-looking young red-head had appeared by the bed.  
She could not have been over sixteen and was the most lovely thing Ellen 
had ever seen.  She had a look of loneliness on her face that touched Ellen 
to the depths because she felt all alone too.  She identified with this 
beautiful long-haired girl and concentrated on her completely.

On the screen, the actress picked up a picture from the dressing table, 
looked longingly at it for a moment, then pressed it tenderly to the pear-
shaped fullness of her proud young breasts outlined so clearly beneath the 
tight black dress she wore.  Then she placed the framed photograph gently 
on her pillow and began to undress.

In a close-up, Ellen saw that the picture was that of a handsome looking 
German shepherd.  Her beloved pet, no doubt.

Meanwhile, the girl pulled her dress slowly upwards, exposing her high-set 
calves and full, well-rounded thighs.  The black of her long silk 
stockings, held in place by a dainty lace-trimmed pink garter belt, 
contrasted sharply with the creamy alabaster of her nakedly exposed flesh.

"What is this?" Ellen could hear her own voice saying groggily, but it 
sounded too unreal.

Dominique patted her hand gently.  "Ssssh, darling.  Shhh."

The dress snaked its way over the girl's head and her magnificently-rounded 
torso emerged.  Then her white brassiere fell to the floor with a flick of 
her fingers and the full grandeur and beauty of her firmly ripe breasts 
swung into view.  They stood high and proud, accentuated by the lighting in 
the film.  Their turgid little nipples stood out on the luscious half-
spheres, peaking still higher as the girl raised her arms high up over her 
head, unpinning her long shining red hair and then releasing it to cascade 
softly down over her alluring shoulders.

The girl was almost naked now, in just high unfashionable stiletto heels, 
long black hose and the thin wisp of sheer white panties.  She turned and 
bent over slowly, her back to them; then she drew the silken panties 
tantalizingly down over her curved hips and buttocks -- brushing them 
sensuously along her smooth thighs and calves, and finally discarding them 
at her feet by her dress.  She stretched languidly and teasingly as she 
turned front-ward.  All of her delicious nakedness was exposed now, from 
her high sumptuously rounded breasts to the soft chestnut triangle of her 
vaginal mound.

Ellen shifted nervously as Maxwell sat down next to her with a fresh drink 
in his hand.  Dominique got up to get something in the darkness, and 
Handsome left Ellen's lap and followed slavishly after her.

The thirteen year old blonde had certainly never expected anything like 
this, but the champagne and the cigarette had made her head so giddy that 
she couldn't think of any appropriate comment.  And anyway she was still 
conscious of her desire to appear "adult" before the Carters.

The girl in the motion picture lay back on the bed now; she had picked up 
the framed photograph of the German shepherd and was looking at it 
longingly.  Ellen gasped aloud as the actress free hand massaged her 
breasts in passionate circles, her fingers tweaking the rubber-eraser 
nipples into throbbing hardness.  The girl's legs scissored open and closed 
slowly, exposing the thin teenage slit of her vagina nestled so 
titillatingly inside the curly auburn hair up between her thighs.  Her 
naked ass-cheeks twisted back against the mattress as though she were 
trying to bury herself in it.  Sheer wanton desire was reflected in her 
hotly glowing eyes.

Ellen squirmed her own buttocks nervously, feeling the cushion of the sofa 
brush electrically against the soft swelling of her throbbing young pussy.  
Staring at this unexpected shock, her breath quickened and her nostrils 
flared wickedly.

As she sipped breathlessly the last of her champagne, Mr. Carter lit two 
more thin cigarettes and passed her one.  Without thinking, Ellen inhaled 
deeply from hers until she began to cough, and then he took it away from 
her and passed her another full glass of champagne.  She could feel an 
unfamiliar tingling in her loins expanding in size as she drank.

Gradually, however, she could feel herself beginning to unwind and come 
free of her inhibitions.  The heat and excitement of the motion picture had 
begun to stimulate the drugged blonde girl against her will.  She squirmed 
down against the couch again, feeling the rounded edge of the cushion 
shoving her skirt and panties up tighter against her pelvic area.  She 
rubbed herself gently against it, worming the cushion corner directly into 
her moistly pulsating cunt lips.  Her aroused young body rocked on it then 
with an almost discernible rhythm -- in unison with the girl in the film.  
She could feel the wetness spread between her thighs as she opened them 
slightly to gain greater contact with the cushion.  The roughness brushed 
soothingly against her tiny, rising clitoris through the sheer panties.

She looked guiltily out of the corner of her eye at the Carters to make 
sure they hadn't noticed; apparently they hadn't.  Mr. Carter appeared to 
be dragging heavily on his cigarette, and his eyes seemed rather glazed.  
Dominique was lying back on the chaise lounge with Handsome nuzzling up 
between her legs as she stroked his furry ears.  The older woman's evening 
gown had slipped up so that her sleek firm thighs were visible above the 
tops of her sheer nylon stockings.  Even in this dim light Ellen could make 
out the white band of her panties.  Dominique seemed unaware of her almost 
indecent exposure.  Her mouth was open with intoxicated rapture as Handsome 
licked along her naked flesh and her dreamy glazed over eyes studied the 
action on the screen.

Ellen leaned back against the couch, careful not to break contact with the 
edge of the cushion pressed so snugly into the heated wet crevice up 
between her fevered young thighs, and found Mr. Carter's fatherly arm 
behind her, waiting.  She relaxed against it with a pleasant, secured sigh 
and made no protest as Maxwell's hand came to rest casually on her budding 
left breast.  It was wonderful to have real parents and a real father 
again, she thought.  The Carters made all of life and every day exciting.

The older man pushed the sweet-tasting cigarette between her lips, and she 
took a more careful drag on it than she had last time, so that she didn't 
cough at all, but, instead, felt rather like giggling.  The rich, masculine 
scent of Maxwell's cologne filled her nostrils, making her loins squirm 
even more.  It had a rich, heady, suggestive odor, and she snuggled 
backward into his arm unthinkingly.

Now the girl on the screen appeared to be writhing with uncontrollable 
lasciviousness on the big bed, as though she were being attacked by some 
unseen lover.  She had placed the picture of the dog on the bedside table, 
and both her hands were running over her body as though out of control, her 
fingertips dancing over her taut little belly and coming to rest together 
at the "vee" of her hair-covered loins.  She groaned as her fingers 
contacted the moistly glistening slit up between her thighs, and pulled her 
knees up, her toes curling tightly into the mattress.  Then she 
straightened her legs like two beautifully carved alabaster columns, 
letting them fall wide open to reveal the pink little furrow between.  Her 
fingers moved into her fleshy vaginal lips and spread them apart slowly 
until the wet pinkness was fully visible surrounding the hungrily opening 
cuntal mouth.  The half-moons of her rounded buttocks shone with sweat 
which ran down the crevice between her ass-cheeks.  Her tiny anus nestled 
quietly, but invitingly beneath the swollen cuntal lips.

Ellen gasped with disbelief as the girl slowly inserted her outstretched 
middle finger into her visibly throbbing pussy furrow, stroking the tiny 
bud-like clitoris to a quivering erectness.  Mr. Carter squeezed her breast 
tightly as if to reassure her, but, instead, this only made Ellen's 
breathing come faster.  She was embarrassed and afraid to look at him.  It 
was shameful of her, but his hand seemed only to be increasing the 
fluttering sensation of excitement in her loins.  She was convinced she had 
inherited this evil from her mother.  How could she ever look the wonderful 
and respectable Carters in the eye again?  She had to get a hold on 
herself.

But now she was hypnotized into immobility as the sensuous movements of the 
naked young girl on the bed increased and her probing fingers worked 
themselves inside the pink flesh of her tight little cunt, slowly widening 
those seeping vaginal lips.  A moment later, she slipped her index finger 
in alongside her middle one and began fucking them eagerly in and out of 
her stretched cuntal opening.  Almost frantically, her legs jack-knifed 
backward until her knees pressed against her flattened breasts and her 
nakedly squirming ass-cheeks rose and fell in response to her thrusting 
fingers.  The red-headed teenager's facial muscles contorted as she added 
another finger to the two already in her tight young cunt and, clenching 
her teeth, rammed all three into the hungry pink folds of pussy flesh.  
They disappeared with a loud sucking noise, and a soft purr of pleasure 
whispered from the girl's open throat.

Ellen tensed with shock, her mouth gaping open in astonishment, and it was 
only Mr. Carter's firm grip on her outsized young breasts that kept her 
fleeing from the room.  She knew that she should leave right now, but, at 
the same time, she felt too weak to tear herself away.

Maxwell put the drugged cigarette between her lips again, and once more she 
drew on it deeply.  Her feverishly pulsing loins and mind seemed to swim 
with vague, undefined warmish desires.  She wanted to flee, but she wanted 
to stay, too.  She wanted ... oh, she didn't know what she wanted.

Maxwell Carter made her take another sip of champagne.  It was difficult to 
be sure, but it seemed as if his hand had begun a gentle kneading of her 
pulsating breast.  A passion of indefinable desire was raging out of 
control up between her legs, and she felt so strange that she wanted to rip 
off all her clothes ... do something!

Abruptly, she realized she felt the same as the young girl in the film must 
feel.  Up there, the other teenager on the screen now seemed to have become 
possessed.  Her eyes and teeth were clenched tightly as she writhed in 
complete wantonness beneath her own fingers, fucking eagerly in and out of 
the wetly glistening hole up between her legs.  The lewd, rapid rhythm 
drove grunts of pleasure and sighs of delight from deep in her lust-
constricted chest as her fingers sank into the tight pink opening, making 
moist sucking sounds when they withdrew, only to be thrust back in again 
and again.

Her face was mottled as she strained for orgasm and she groaned with sexual 
frustration as her fingers plunged deeper and deeper into her teenage 
little cunt.  Her reddish chestnut hair lolled from side to side in a 
gorgeous mass beneath her straining face as she arched her back and 
buttocks up off the bed ...

And then Ellen's eyes widened dramatically and her awe-struck mouth dropped 
open, her jaw helplessly slack.  For, entering the film suddenly from one 
side of the screen was the most powerful-looking German shepherd she had 
ever seen in her life ...

Chapter 4

The girl in the motion picture screamed as she saw the dog, her eyes 
widening in terror.  She tried to lower her legs and roll off the bed, but 
the enormous German shepherd growled menacingly, and she froze with her 
fingers still deeply embedded within her passion-drenched pussy, her thighs 
spread wide and her knees almost touching her large, up-thrusting young 
breasts.

"Rex!" she cried, her lower lip trembling.  "You knew Shep is away, you bad 
dog!  And you're his brother, too.  You should be ashamed of yourself!"

But the huge dog made another guttural noise, and the helpless red-headed 
teenager quivered with fear.  The dog's great panting head, its long red 
tongue lolling out mindlessly, was only moments above her defenseless 
upturned loins.

Ellen gasped as the gigantic animal bounded onto the bed.  She grabbed 
Carter's arm tightly, scarcely noticing the dig of his fingers into the 
softness of her quivering young breasts.  The dog's ardent rush frightened 
her to death.

"Oh ... no!  Mr. Carter," she breathed huskily, "What's he going to do to 
the poor girl?"

"You'll see," her protector grinned.  "You'll see, child.  But don't be 
frightened.  Because she's going to love it.  You'll see!  Rex is a well-
trained dog, and he's always kind to little girls."

Ellen felt desperately that she ought to leave, but a shivering lassitude 
had swept through her trembling legs, and she was afraid that she would be 
unable to stand.  At the same time, the sheer helplessness of the girl 
lying with fear beneath the ferociously snarling dog was fascinating for 
some reason understood only in the fiery pit of her stomach.  She felt a 
surge of emotion within her churning belly that was totally unlike any 
other feeling she had ever known before.  It was as if her wetly throbbing 
vagina was full of butterflies.  The lewd thought of this monstrous beast 
doing whatever he wanted to the naked, defenseless girl sent shivers of 
revulsive curiosity tingling electrically through her virginal thirteen 
year old flesh, and goose pimples erupted all over on her ordinarily satin-
smooth skin.

She took the fresh glass of champagne from Mr. Carter and downed it with 
one nervous gulp.  By now her fascination with the lewd scene before her 
was counterpointed only by the dizziness which had begun to make the room 
swirl around her.

She relaxed once more against Maxwell Carter's arm, her eyes still glued to 
the increasingly obscene movie.  She did not seem to notice, nor did she 
resist, as his hand moved underneath her sweater, then inside her tightly 
clasping white brassiere to cup the firm softness of her proud young 
breast.  Nor did she say anything when she felt the surge of pleasure after 
he trapped one small nipple gently between thumb and forefinger.  She 
understood vaguely what was happening, but she liked Mr. Carter so much and 
trusted him, that it would have seemed unfriendly to protest.  Anyway, 
Dominique was there, so it must be all right.

And, besides, it felt so wonderful as her nipples stiffened and swelled 
under his caresses.  The teenage blond squirmed tighter down into the seat, 
deliberately pressing the cushion into her passion-drenched cuntal crevice.  
Her lewd fascination with the adventure up on the screen held her as if in 
a hypnotic trance.  Meanwhile, the cushion-rubbing was exciting the ultra-
sensitive lips of her wet young pussy.  She could feel tiny throbs pulsing 
in the bud of her teenage clitoris, and she bit her lower lip hard in order 
to restrict the forbidden sensations that were pulsating so strongly up 
between her golden legs.

Now the giant German shepherd on the screen had lowered his muzzle into the 
red-headed girl's cringing little pussy and was sniffing the fragrant pink 
flesh.  His tail wagged and trembled as he became increasingly excited.  
Ellen's startled eyes alighted on the massive red penis that was issuing 
from the furry pouch between the dog's legs.  She would never have dreamed 
that a dog's penis could be so enormous and so beautifully tapered to a 
sharp point;

The teenager in the film moaned with terror as the cold nose made contact 
with her tiny puckered anus.  She tensed visibly and then the dog began 
licking wetly up and down the sweat-streaked crevice around it, his tongue-
tip burrowing slightly into the outer fleshy anal ring.

The red-head tried to squirm away, but the dog snarled menacingly again and 
began greedily lapping at the hair-lined pink slit up between her trembling 
thighs.  He ran his tongue wetly the full length of it, from the tight-
closed little pucker of her anus, up over the flushing fluted edges of her 
cunt and then over the erect little clitoris.  His great tongue spread 
through the fleshy layers like a knife through soft butter.  It flicked 
relentlessly between the girl's widespread legs, pausing sporadically to 
curl its way like a drill deep inside her glistening cuntal folds.  The 
helpless girl thrashed and squirmed under this bestial lapping of her 
churning loins, and then low moans of obscene pleasure began issuing in an 
endless stream from her lust-contorted lips.

Ellen shuddered from the sexual stimulation she was receiving through every 
pore in her sensually awakening young body.  The pull of the forbidden and 
the illicit was very strong, stronger than her undeveloped mental will.  
She gasped at the change coming over the writhing young girl on the bed.  
Her frightened sobs had changed to soft mews of involuntary pleasure -- 
pleasure she did not want and had obviously set her mind against.  But that 
slithering thick tongue had forced her into a state of mindless delight, 
and she obviously could not resist.  She raised her hands in indecision for 
a moment above her nakedly thrashing flesh, then dropped them to grasp the 
dog's ears.

With a guttural sound of animal hunger, she kicked her legs back up over 
her head and pulled his nose forward in her wetly throbbing cunt.  His long 
red tongue immediately thrust up her moist passageway, ravishing her up-
thrust loins without mercy.  Wild, incoherent shrieks of wanton pleasure 
streamed from her lips; she pleaded with and alternately encouraged the 
dumb animal salivating between her rapturously grinding ass-cheeks.  He 
licked at her like the savage beast he was, the rutting lust of the wild 
driving him on to further obscenity ...

Ellen heard a groan from Dominique and tore her eyes from the lewd 
spectacle in the film.  Her feeling of shock and amazement widened, for 
Dominique had both of her elegant long legs spread very wide, her dress now 
bunched up over her hips, as Handsome nipped and bit at her flimsy white 
panties.  They came off in shreds in his teeth, and Ellen shivered in 
frightened excitement as the dog's enormous tongue lapped upward into the 
shining wet folds of his mistress' vagina.

A warning bell sounded in Ellen's subconscious.  She knew that she should 
run away from this wicked place and these lewd stimulations before her body 
succumbed to the urgent hunger pulsating through it.  But then another 
groan from the lurid motion picture dragged her drugged mind from all 
reasonable considerations once more.

Now the dog had lifted his head from the pleading girl's moistly glistening 
pussy in order to nose her over onto her stomach in servile surrender.  All 
resistance obviously had evaporated under that maddening tongue which had 
so mercilessly lapped her eagerly quivering pussy.  She was completely 
enslaved by the German shepherd panting over her.  Her nakedly trembling 
body was spread-eagled face down on the bed as the huge head lowered again 
and the thick tongue slithered into the exposed crevice between the moaning 
girl's rounded ass-cheeks.  She ground her buttocks toward him lasciviously 
as she reached back to spread the ivory globes and provide full access to 
her tiny puckering anus.

The tongue lashed her for another long vivid moment, and the salacious 
spectacle caused Ellen to feel the aching hunger spread upward from her 
warmly tingling cunt into her passion-swollen breasts.  She was panting now 
for breath as she squirmed down harder against the cushion, pushing the 
wetly swollen lips of her passion-seared pussy against the ridge of 
material as if to quench the terrible fire there.  Mr. Carter's hands 
caressing her throbbing young breasts both thrilled and frightened her.  
She tried with all her might to pull his hand away, but her own hands moved 
only as far as his, her fingers running gently through its thick black 
hairs, and then fell back, lifeless, into her lap.  Feeling as though she 
were about to explode, her glassy eyes reverted again to the film, hoping 
to find relief by looking at something else.

The German shepherd was now nuzzling under the lust-paralyzed girl's naked 
loins, pushing his massive head between her pelvis and the mattress.  
Ellen's eyes widened in disbelief as the head lifted, raising the red-
head's buttocks.  The girl knelt obediently, elevating her trembling white 
ass-cheeks, bending in abject surrender.  The relentless tongue had lashed 
her into servile defeat; crushed her resistance with its vigorous and 
unremitting attack on her sensitive organs.

Ellen's breath was coming in a continuous series of open-mouthed gasps.  
Each lewd event taking place before her virginal eyes seemed more 
astonishing than the last.  The girl in the movie was now on all fours, and 
the huge dog was mounting the spread rounds of her buttocks, its paws on 
her back, his enormous red penis slipping and sliding within and over those 
two glistening white globes of flesh.  The glistening scarlet organ seemed 
to be dripping some sort of liquid as the tapered cock-tip danced 
erotically in her anal crevice.  The huge beast staggered and shifted, 
struggling to bury his thick animal shaft within the red-headed teenager's 
submissively kneeling body.

The girl looked back, sobbing, in what appeared to be excitement and fear, 
as she shifted her softly undulating young buttocks in order to capture the 
lengthening animal rod, striving to sheath the dog within her voraciously 
grasping vagina.  The sharp tip missed, slid up to find her temporally 
relaxed anus, and attempted to enter.  But the girl managed to evade this 
indelicate prod, and the German shepherd returned energetically to the 
attack.  At last the thin point of his penis slid underneath into the soft, 
hair-nested cuntal crevice, rubbing her clitoris.  The hot scarlet of his 
jabbing penis contrasted startlingly with the fevered pink of the girl's 
passion-inflamed cunt, spreading her glistening vaginal lips wider as his 
still unhoused cock slid through them.

Ellen held her breath.  She couldn't believe this was happening.  Maxwell 
Carter's hands seemed to be all over her own excitedly heaving breasts now, 
but she didn't notice anything except the volcanic upheaval in her hot 
young cunt and the action on the motion picture screen.  The dog was still 
attempting to skewer the moaning red-headed girl on his huge, dripping 
instrument.  He growled in frustration as the girl, in desperation, reached 
behind her and grasped the long slippery organ.  Her eyes closed in lust, 
she guided the German shepherd's cock into her moist pink slit until the 
dog began a furious fucking motion that made her cry out with joy and pain 
combined as his incredibly long penis disappeared up into her tight little 
cunt.

Ellen was beyond belief or disbelief.  Everything had become too 
incredible.  The dog shuddered forward and buried his shaft of animal flesh 
deeply up into the teenager's writhing cuntal orifice.  It slithered 
forward with a wet rush until it was sunk to the hilt, his hairy balls 
swinging in with a loud slap beneath her wide-spread thighs.  A moan of 
relief broke from her joy-twisted lips as she moved rhythmically backwards 
to meet each new thrust of the panting and slavering dog.  His forelegs 
trapped her waist, and she began to undulate her naked young body and 
buttocks in lewd circles, abandoning herself wantonly to this delicious 
animal fucking.  Her face was contorted with rapture and her swaying 
breasts danced erotically beneath her writhing torso, moving in time to the 
dog's skewering cock as it buried itself relentlessly like a hot poker up 
inside her taut little belly.

The burning sensation in Ellen's bubbling cunt was increasing madly with 
each additional second she watched the young girl being ravished by the 
dog.  She could feel a trickle of perspiration running from her navel down 
her belly and into her pubic hair.  Its slow, teasing trail caused her to 
squirm her throbbing cuntal crevice down in desperation against the 
cushion, the edge rubbing sensuously against the moist hair-lined flanges 
of her own warmly pulsing pussy.  She bit down hard into her lower lip to 
repress a groan of pure frustration.  Her forehead flushed with 
perspiration and another trickle ran down the fleshy valley between her 
full sensuous breasts which Maxwell had massaged into a quivering 
sensitivity as he clutched her like a man possessed.

Ellen's sexual nerves wen shattered, and her mind whirled in drugged 
indecision.  She knew that she ought to flee and that she had already gone 
too far by not protesting when Mr. Carter squeezed and kneaded her breasts 
beneath her brassiere, but she still wanted to show them that she was not a 
mere child -- and, besides, it felt so goo-dd.

Perhaps it would be all right.  She could still stop Maxwell Carter if he 
did anything more than caressing her like this.  And, anyway, Dominique was 
there, so everything had to be all right.

And then she looked again at Mrs. Carter -- she had fallen back onto the 
couch and was pulling Handsome's snout up into her glistening wet pussy by 
grabbing his ears.

Ellen's face crimsoned.  This was really unbelievable.  Handsome's tongue 
was actually slapping wetly between Dominique's thighs just like what had 
happened up on the screen.  The lewd thought sent another electric tingle 
deep into her belly, and the trembling thirteen year old girl could feel 
the seeping wetness between her own thighs increasing.  Her heart pounded 
like a tom-tom and it reverberated in her hotly throbbing pussy.  She was 
sure Mr. Carter could feel it inside of her softly pliant breast which he 
was digging his tantalizing fingers into.

Her blinking eyes strayed back to the lewdly swaying body of the girl in 
the film.  She was kneeling before the grunting and hunching German 
shepherd as he fucked into her wide-open little cunt with his long scarlet 
penis, and she was completely out of her mind with lust and shouting 
obscene encouragement at the dumb beast through her lust-constricted 
throat.  She was begging him to fuck her harder and to spew his animal cum 
into her cunt.  She yelled that she wanted to be filled with his burning 
hot sperm and that was all that mattered.  The girl was no longer human, 
but a quivering mass of sweating, passion-deranged flesh begging to be 
subjugated.  She was literally reveling in bestiality, and she ground her 
naked young buttocks back against his hairy jerking body just as if she was 
another dog.

Ellen stared with abject fascination.  Rivulets of moisture were building 
in the girl's rotating buttocks as the dog pummeled it.  The sweat 
glistened and ran slowly down the backs of her trembling thighs.

Ellen tried to make it appear as if she was merely changing position as she 
ground her own warmly tingling pussy down into the couch, but increasingly 
she suspected that Maxwell Carter was not fooled.  And it was becoming more 
difficult by the minute to conceal her frustration.  Mr. Carter's hand was 
kneading her breasts with increasing urgency and making her hardened 
nipples throb mightily with guilty pleasure.  She snuggled down closer to 
him, instinctively covering his hands with hers in order to conceal his 
misbehavior from his wife.  Handsome was continuing to lap loudly at his 
mistress' pussy, making rapid thrusts with his spear-pointed tongue.

Dominique's eyes were glazed with sensuality in the dim light, and she 
ground her pelvis upward into the dog's face with great determination, 
snorting and muttering obscene oaths of encouragement as Handsome licked at 
her wide-spread vagina.  Still, Ellen had no wish to test the force of the 
older woman's jealousy, and, truthfully, she was enjoying Mr. Carter's 
expert caresses of her warmly tingling breasts.

Ellen squirmed down harder against the cushion.  Mr. Carter had turned 
toward her and dropped his other hand to her bared knee, then slipping it 
up toward the full firmness of her thigh.  She had frozen momentarily at 
this unexpected gentle touch on her sensitive teenage flesh.  Now he was 
pushing up the hem of her skirt; then his searching hand was halfway up to 
her panties before she got hold of herself and blocked him by dropping her 
hand to her lap and tightly clenching her thighs.  She held on to his 
wrist, not daring to look at him while her eyes darted to the unspeakably 
unnatural behavior continuing between Dominique and Handsome.  She tried to 
ascertain if Mrs. Carter had noticed anything between herself and Maxwell, 
but it was difficult to tell.  She probably had not, inasmuch as her 
eyelids were fluttering and she seemed totally engrossed in the tongue of 
her dog so eagerly lapping at her own genitals.  Still Ellen gradually 
forced Carter's hand back down, pushing her skirt with it until she was 
completely covered again.

But his other hand settled immediately in her lap.  She tried to hold it, 
but it was strong and it moved away, kneading the softness of her taut 
little belly under the thin material of her sweater and dropping lower to 
tease the light sprinkling of pussy hair at the base of her stomach.  His 
tormenting fingers rotated against her pubic mound but were unable to go 
lower because of her tightly pressed thighs.  She pressed her buttocks down 
harder against the couch, knowing that he would think she was trying to rub 
the rough edge of the cushion secretly into her seeping vaginal slit.

The hot flood between her thighs was so heavy now that it was wetting her 
skirt, and she could feel the warm moisture on her trembling ass-cheeks as 
she pressed down harder to feed the lewd pleasure churning in her loins and 
pussy lips.  As his fingers gently smoothed her fevered flesh, the innocent 
teenager became confused as to whether or not to give way to the fierce 
waves of pleasure that were washing over her hot young flesh.  Thus far 
everything was wickedly enjoyable -- with no danger, because Dominique 
Carter was present.  She grasped Mr. Carter's wrist -- but did not try 
further to stop him.  Now his fingers were moving about freely, teasing her 
excitedly throbbing vagina and lower belly mercilessly through the thin 
material of her passion-soaked panties and skirt.

Ellen closed her eyes and sighing, resigned herself to the delightful 
sensations that were rolling through her pleasure-drenched body.  Then she 
gasped in surprise -- for suddenly Mr. Carter shifted his hand from her lap 
to underneath the side of her buttocks.  And all the time his handsome 
worldly face watched the film on the screen as if nothing was going on.

What could she do?  His left hand was now wedged between her ass-cheeks and 
the seat, with his outstretched middle finger working its way slowly up 
between her buttocks cleft to her dampened panties.  Now she could feel his 
finger tickling the wildly tingling lips of her wet young cunt.  If she 
moved to push him away she would have to drop her hand which was concealing 
his pleasantly kneading fingers on her quivering breasts.  And any struggle 
would certainly attract his wife's attention.

She dropped one hand slowly to grasp his wrist under her squirming 
buttocks, but that didn't seem to stop him; he merely continued his 
ruthless teasing of her sensitive thirteen year old vagina, his finger 
probing at her moistly pulsing slit through the thin skirt and panties.  
She couldn't do any more without creating a scene, so Ellen resigned 
herself -- with secret relief -- to his lewdly thrilling caresses of her 
virginal cunt.

She squirmed slightly away as his extended middle finger continued its 
gentle stroking motion, pushing the folds of her skirt up into her hotly 
throbbing crevice.  Gushes of shame washed through her at the waves of 
indecent pleasure that were inundating her loins and killing her will to 
resist.

Maxwell's hand became bolder as he sensed the cute blonde girl's impending 
surrender.  He hooked his middle finger to slide her skirt up the backs of 
her thighs in order to penetrate the soft moistness of her nylon panties 
beneath.

But this was lunacy.  She couldn't possibly be enjoying herself: She had to 
resist with everything she had in her.  What was happening to her?

Ellen bit down hard into her lower lip, glancing at Dominique again, who 
was moaning with rapture at Handsome's lingual administrations and ignoring 
them completely.

The virginal thirteen year old blonde could feel her skirt rising faster 
now, and she gasped aloud as Mr. Carter's hand was suddenly covering all of 
the wet crotch band of her panties and snaking under the elastic leg band 
to stroke the wetly quivering lips of her pussy.  She writhed her ass-
cheeks down against his finger and held her breath for fear a moan of 
delight might escape her.

Her entire young body quivered as the invading finger tickled the hotly 
lubricated softness of its tender walls.  She could feel its slick moisture 
covering the palm of his hand beneath her grinding buttocks as it crept 
inexorably upward into her quaking cuntal crevice.

Maxwell's middle finger was quickly joined by another, and then they were 
moving in tantalizing circles inside of her, expanding her tight little 
vaginal aperture with each titillating rotation.  Ellen felt as if she were 
going out of her mind; she didn't see how she could stand this loins-
shattering teasing for one more second.  This rippling fire raging so 
maddeningly throughout her undulating young cunt, together with the feeling 
his fingers fucking up into her hopelessly open and vulnerable vagina 
without mercy, was increased by a hundred-fold by the bestial scene in 
front of her on the motion picture screen, where the helpless red-head was 
being fucked into a moaning mindlessness by the big dog.  And, oh God, to 
make everything even worse, this man's wife was being licked in the cunt by 
her German shepherd!

Suddenly there was a loud cry from up on the screen.  The other teenager 
was twisting her head from side to side wildly, her long reddish chestnut 
hair churning on the mattress.  She was in the opening throes of a climax, 
and she screwed her smoothly rounded ass-cheeks back greedily against the 
dog, out of her mind with lust.  The enormous beast's tongue hung laxly out 
of the corner of his mouth as he skewered into the moaning girl, his saliva 
dripping all over her glistening back.  She shrieked with an insane joy and 
back against him as he shuddered forward, driving his long animal cock to 
the hilt in her nakedly gyrating pussy, and began spewing his hot animal 
cum deep up inside her belly, his penis spitting in hard spurts against the 
back walls of her urgently clasping vaginal walls.  Ellen watched in 
fascination as the girl began sobbing and her rounded buttocks contracted 
involuntarily, signaling her own orgasmic upheaval.  A stream of viscous 
white liquid oozed from her snugly clenching young cunt which was squeezing 
the dog's molten red penis.  Thin trails of pearl-colored cum ran down the 
back of her trembling thighs, and her ass-cheeks glistened as she pitched 
forward on her face, exhausted.

Ellen's breath was coming in rasping pants as she watched the German 
shepherd's rapidly deflating cock slip from the girl's mauled passage with 
a sucking sound that echoed lewdly through the room.  The girl had passed 
into a sweet oblivion, and the dog stood above her wagging his tail with 
obvious appreciation, and then lay contentedly down between her open legs, 
his huge muzzle nuzzling gently within the soft hair-covered "vee" of her 
ravished loins.

Chapter 5

Ellen could not repress a deeply felt sigh of relief as the ending titles 
came up on the firm and finally it blanked off into oblivion with a slight 
clicking sound and then the resulting darkness.

The aroused thirteen year old buxom blonde shook out her long honey-gold 
hair.  She felt all choked up, and could not remember when she had ever 
seen anything so sexually stimulating in her life.  To actually see a 
beautiful young girl subjugated by a savage watchdog was far beyond 
anything she had ever imagined or heard of.  But what was most amazing -- 
the girl had obviously enjoyed it.

She looked around in Dominique and Handsome's direction, but the library 
was darker now, and all she could make out was some labored breathing and 
isolated slurping sounds as the big German shepherd continued his 
relentless lapping of Mrs. Carter's pussy.  It was with relief and regret 
that she felt Maxwell's fingers slip from her tortured young cunt and his 
hand slide from beneath her.  He got up and the couch sagged on her side as 
he went off to attend to the whirring projector.  She pulled down her skirt 
guiltily and tried to shift the wetness between her thighs by moving about 
somewhat.

She turned crimson as the lights went on again and there was her vastly-
admired Dominique pushing her dress down and forcing Handsome's snout away 
from the naked pink flesh up between her widespread legs as if nothing had 
happened.  The blushing blonde girl struggled mightily to look as 
nonchalant as a thirteen year old could look in such circumstances.  She 
still dreaded looking foolish before her friends, and maybe after all this 
was just what adults were always doing and there was nothing peculiar about 
it.  Certainly her mother's secret adventures with Billy had disabused her 
of some of her illusions.

"Well," said Maxwell Carter, coming back and sitting down beside her again 
as he lit another cigarette.  "That was some really hot cunt up there, 
wouldn't you say, Ellen?  She'll want nothing but dogs from now on, I 
wager.  What do you think?"

Ellen was struck speechless.  The cigarettes Maxwell Carter had forced 
between her lips and the bubbly champagne she had drunk all combined now to 
make her feel slightly numb, giddy and nauseous.  Then the ensuing 
sensuality had left her loins in a hopelessly churning state of unrest and 
titillation.  There had been nothing in her previous experience to prepare 
her for his question.

Dominique and Maxwell laughed condescendingly and Ellen forced a smile.  
She had never felt so embarrassed in her life, and her memory of how near 
she had come willfully giving up her virginity made her blush furiously and 
unable to face Mr. Carter.  It was true then!  Her mother's sensual blood 
ran hotly in her veins.  There was no evading it!  A wave of revulsion 
swept over her as she considered how she had allowed Mr. Carter to fondle 
her body during the movie.  And Dominique appeared to feel no shame 
whatever over her behavior with Handsome --

What had come over them?

Dominique lay down on the couch again, this time spreading her legs wide-
open so that Ellen could guiltily glimpse the way her stockings were 
attached to her garters -- with no panties above!  She could see very 
clearly the soft nest of auburn pubic hair wherein Handsome had been 
licking; it was still glistening.  "Any woman who's had a dog doesn't want 
anything else after that, lover.  But Ellen's too young to understand that.  
Why, she's probably still a virgin -- aren't you, little sweetheart?"

"Why, I --"  The way Dominique said it made her feel so inadequate, so 
inferior.  She wanted to protest somehow.

"Ellen's just like a head of lettuce," joked Maxwell Carter.  "Cold and 
green."

"Well, then it's time she learned," said Dominique.  She grabbed Handsome's 
ears and pulled his snout back up between her open legs.  "Once you've had 
your cunt lapped by one of these animals -- especially Handsome -- I 
guarantee you'll never think of anything else, Ellen.  And once he's fucked 
you -- you won't be able to think of anything else, period."

Cunt.  Fucked.  Oh God, why did they use these terrible words that Ellen 
had always been taught were dirty?  Only bad girls at school used such 
words.  And yet tonight she was finding them stimulating.  She couldn't 
deny the new wash of hot fluid through her loins as these erotic words were 
brought into play.

"I -- I think I'd better go home now," she stammered awkwardly, summoning 
all of her courage through all of her fear.  Tears were forming in the 
corners of her bright blue eyes.

"Oh for God's sake, Ellen," Mr. Carter said impatiently.  "You've got to 
stop behaving like a little baby."

"Or we just won't invite you here any more," echoed Dominique, lowering the 
boom.

"I saw you rubbing your hot little pussy down against that seat like your 
cunt was on fire, young lady," Carter went on.  "You're not fooling anyone 
here."

"I saw it, too, Maxwell," said Dominique.  "And I also noticed that you had 
your finger up inside her steaming little cunt as well."

Ellen gasped at the realization that Dominique had seen her shamelessness.  
She dropped her face in her hands, sobbing piteously, unable to believe she 
had fallen so far in such a short time!

Suddenly she felt Dominique's slender fingers in her long blonde hair and 
on her cheeks, smoothing the tears away.

"There there, dear," the older woman said above her.  "It's nothing to get 
upset about.  All real women feel a need to fuck when a handsome man like 
Maxwell slides his finger up inside their pussy.  It's only natural.  Come 
on now, let's dry our tears.  Maybe it's best if we freshen up a bit."

Dominique took the ashamedly weeping young girl's hand and led her gently 
out of the library and across the foyer to the bathroom.  Her arm draped 
sympathetically over the teenage blonde's shoulder as she sobbed.  Once in 
the powder room she made a cold washcloth and pressed it gently to Ellen's 
forehead.

"There dear, does that feel better?"

Ellen groaned with self pity and threw herself into her adult friend's 
arms.  "Oh, Dominique, I'm so ashamed.  I -- I don't know what came over 
me!"

Dominique laughed.  "Don't be silly, darling.  All it means is that you're 
growing up.  But you'll be grown up even more once you stop feeling ashamed 
of her body and what it needs.  You're a big girl, now, Ellen, and you've 
got to learn that there's nothing evil about enjoying sex.  So just swim 
with it, darling.  Let it carry you along."

Dominique patted her shoulder.  "Now get a hold of yourself.  Let's not 
spoil what was developing into a perfectly lovely evening."

Ellen agreed reluctantly and they managed to get her cleaned up.  Then they 
returned to the library.  The lushly proportioned teenager blushed at the 
thought of having to face Mr. Carter again after what she'd let him do, but 
she decided to fight childishness and try to be more adult the way the 
Carters wanted.  They were, after all, her friends, and had made her 
happier in Kenilworth than anybody else she knew.

Mr. Carter had put on some soft stereo music and that did help to make her 
feel more relaxed.  Although a deep sense of shame continued to pervade her 
being that resisted all attempts at ouster.

But one would never have known from Mr. Carter's demeanor that anything had 
happened between them.  He looked perfectly casual as he sipped his Scotch 
and passed her a Coca-Cola.  She was grateful that they weren't any longer 
giving her champagne, as she was afraid she might pass out if she had any 
more.  She was feeling decidedly woozy.  The curious-tasting cigarettes 
they had given her hadn't worn off either, nor had the furious tingle in 
her loins.  She felt light-headed as a flower.  Then she glanced over Mr. 
Carter's shoulder to where he was spreading out some photographs in front 
of him on the marble-topped coffee table.

And the young girl gasped, almost dropping her-Coke.  For the first picture 
she focused on showed a woman's face in a strained circle around a man's 
hardened penis.

Chapter 6

She had heard of women who did this, and had even heard some rough girls 
joking in the school toilet about it, but she had never expected to 
actually see someone doing such an obscenely wicked thing.  The woman's 
mouth was stretched so wide Ellen wondered how she kept from choking on the 
huge penis, for her lips were locked on the thick shaft of male flesh as if 
they would never let go.  The part exiting from her mouth was heavily 
ridged with blue veins.  God, the young teenage blonde could almost feel it 
pulsating in her own suddenly salivating mouth.

A ripple of excitement coursed through Ellen's loins as she considered its 
size.  She clasped her legs tightly together and wondered involuntarily 
what it would be like to have something that big shoved up inside her 
little vaginal opening.  She breathed with hurried, guilty excitement as 
Mr. Carter flipped over the next photograph.  In this one the same woman 
was sitting on a sofa with her feet flat on the floor and her legs spread 
wide apart.  A German shepherd had his snout between her thighs, and Ellen 
could see very clearly his long red tongue curling into the flushing pink 
lips of her vagina.  The girl's mouth gaped at the lewd sight.  This was 
exactly what Handsome had been doing to Dominique, what the dog had done in 
the movie.  Despite her best will, the sight of this depraved act was 
fiercely exciting.  She could feel a hot moistness seeping again through 
her pussy lips as she took a nervous sip from her Coke.  Her hands were 
trembling.

"Like that, huh?" Maxwell Carter asked, a devilish smirk on his face as he 
held up the picture.

"Well, I --" Ellen was becoming confused again.  She could not think of the 
right things to say.  The entire aura of sensuality in the house had so 
permeated her impressionable young being that she could no longer 
accurately define what was right and what was wrong.

She could feel the lewd stirrings in her loins beginning all over again, 
and she involuntarily ground her buttocks down against the seat to quiet 
the lascivious tingle.

"Look at this girl's face," said Carter.  "Obviously she's enjoying having 
her cunt licked, wouldn't you say?"

"I -- I -- yes, yes, she is," Ellen breathed tremulously, her budding young 
breasts heaving with emotion.  And then she began panting again as Carter 
showed her another photo -- that of a girl on a bed, three pillows under 
her hips, with her legs spread wide apart and a German shepherd between 
them on his haunches, his enormous cock sunk all the way into her up-lifted 
vagina.  The camera angle showed clearly his thick pink penis disappearing 
into the hair-fringed folds of her cunt.  Almost buried to the hilt, only a 
small stretch was still showing, wet and shining.  The girl's face was 
twisted into the most depraved portrait of ecstasy Ellen had ever seen.

Oh ... oh ... how she must feel.

Ellen had slid down hypnotized into the deep warmth of the couch again, and 
scarcely noticed Mr. Carter's hand on her shoulder as she concentrated on 
the obscene position of the dog and the girl in the photograph.  The now-
familiar aching hunger inside her quivering young pussy was expanding 
again, spreading from her stomach upwards into her hardening nipples.  She 
shuddered as Mr. Carter's finger teased again down toward the "vee" of her 
sweater, through which the deeply breathing mounds of her breasts were seen 
moving in shapely unrest.  And then his hand was moving determinedly inside 
her brassiere, cupping her naked left mound of softly resilient flesh and 
massaging it into a greater sensitivity.

Her breathing became more labored now and she twisted frantically into the 
cushion, attempting to extinguish that swiftly growing fire.  Mr. Carter 
chuckled and began showing her more and more photographs, each one more 
lewd than the last.  His lips had dropped to her ear and he was sensually 
whispering what the photographed couples were doing in lust-inciting terms.  
Then he whispered moist entreaties using words that were positively filthy 
and yet savagely exciting.  "How would you like me to do that to you?  Look 
at that girl's face ... she loves it.  So will you!"  Ellen rubbed her 
thighs tightly together in a last determined effort to avoid the temptation 
that was building up inside her wetly throbbing pussy.  Her passion and 
alcohol-distorted brain told her implicitly that she should flee 
immediately or she would not be able to fight the desire that was tugging 
at the very core of her rippling young belly.

"Please ... Maxwell ..." she tried to protest, her heart beating like a 
runaway train.  "What will ... what will Mrs. Carter say ..."

"Let her get her own girl," he muttered, and one hand reached into her 
golden hair and pulled her head toward him until she could not escape his 
hungry French kiss.  She felt his heated tongue plunging into her mouth and 
almost all the way down her throat until she almost gagged.  It lapped at 
the sides, top and bottom of her mouth, and some instinct in her loins 
forced her to suck on it.  It tasted not at all bad, and she had to realize 
guiltily that she actually liked it.  His tongue reminded her of a big fat 
penis like the one she had seen Billy putting inside of her mother.  A 
shudder of alarm momentarily flickered through her passion-drenched loins, 
but then her will to flee faded and was replaced by pure animal desire, 
magnified by a savage curiosity which glued her to the couch as she saw 
what Handsome and Dominique were doing.

Apparently Mrs. Carter had removed all her clothes while she wasn't 
looking, and now was engaged in the same sort of depravity that Ellen had 
seen only dimly in the darkness during the motion picture.

Dominique was nakedly spread-eagled over the chaise lounge not six feet 
away, her auburn head rolling back and forth, her face contorted in an 
agony of sexual delight.  Handsome's big body was wedged between her 
widespread legs, and he was running his tongue moistly up and down her 
sensually quivering flesh.  He lapped at her ripely heaving breasts until 
they glistened and then traced a shining path down to the flat plane of her 
stomach.  Dominique writhed in passionate delight beneath his animal 
caress, her long hair flailing from side to side across her lust-contorted 
face.  Her hands tangled tightly in Handsome's sleek fur, pulling his skin 
up in great bunches as she guided his muzzle from one erotically tingling 
part of her body to another -- from breasts to vagina and even to her 
wildly puckering anus.

Ellen leaned forward to grip the edges of the coffee table until her hands 
ached.  She could not believe what was happening, but she had to look, 
regardless of how lewd Dominique's behavior was.  The scene was positively 
mesmerizing.

Maxwell pressed a lit brown cigarette to her lips and she drew deeply 
without hesitation, not even coughing this time.  The sweet, acrid smoke of 
the marijuana curled into her lungs like a soothing syrup, sweeping away 
all trace of revulsion.  Her head lightened, and she shut her eyes tightly 
as each drag burned its way down into her pulsating little pussy.  Then 
after several deep inhalations she found she could no longer deny the 
primitively intoxicating nature of what she was seeing.

Dominique was beautiful, after all, with all that wealth of long auburn 
hair, proudly uptilted breasts and long slender legs.  Why wouldn't 
Handsome want to lick her blushing pink cuntal furrow?  Anybody would!  
Ellen gazed in intoxicated rapture at the enchanting woman spread open in 
animal sacrifice on the chaise lounge, where the closed side had been 
unhinged, let down, and made into a bed.  Her German shepherd appeared to 
have worked her up to a fever pitch, and Dominique's mouth was hanging open 
once more with rapture, her glassy, lust-smoked eyes rolling upward into 
her skull until she looked as if she were dying from ecstasy.

Handsome had placed himself in position over her roughly rising and falling 
belly.  His face was hanging within inches of her sparsely curled pubic 
mound, his forepaws pressing into her sleek trembling thighs.  He worked 
his nose in and out of her wetly glistening cunt and Dominique moaned with 
increasing fervor.  Ellen gasped again as his long pink tongue lashed out 
and parted the hair-fringed furrow of the older woman's vagina with one 
long, swiping lick.  The dainty bud of Dominique's clitoris was clearly 
visible, throbbing with hardness and desire just above the stretched 
elastic opening of her vaginal entrance.  Her moist red slit seemed to 
shine and trickle more with every lick of Handsome's talented tongue, which 
flicked maddeningly at the quivering little nub of raw lust at the top of 
her furrow.  Dominique's body shuddered; she sighed as her legs clamped 
snugly about the furry head, imprisoning his alert animal ears in a vise-
like grip.  Then her pelvis began a slow up and down fucking movement in 
rhythm to the probings from between her tightly clenched teeth.  She 
appeared trapped in a mindless fit of uncontrolled licentiousness as her 
full sensuous breasts bobbled like a belly dancer's.

Even as Mrs. Carter's voluptuous body was twisting lustfully to the 
depraved lapping of her loins, Ellen's magnificently proportioned torso 
began an involuntary swaying in time to that of Dominique's.

Maxwell Carter's hands were all over the blonde teenager's now, and he was 
massaging and cupping her breasts in a titillating circular motion that 
made her squirm her trembling young ass-cheeks into the cushion.  Abruptly 
he pulled her up onto his lap.  She didn't resist, but only rubbed herself 
snugly down onto the hard thick bulge beneath her.  The throbbing thickness 
of it pressed through her skirt into the crevice of her buttocks, causing 
the thin folds of bunched material to grate heavenly against her sensitive 
little anus.  Warm spasms of pure pleasure were sent rippling up through 
her churning belly and right into the hard rising nipples of her thirteen 
year old breasts.

The final shattered remnants of her vow to run faded into nothingness as 
she felt his hand leave her breast and gently lower the zipper that ran 
down the back of her sweater.  Then he undid the zipper on her skirt as 
well, and his hands slipped unimpeded inside her clothes.  He pushed the 
snug restricting brassiere up and away from her ripely swollen breasts.  
Then his hands greedily cupped her throbbing mounds as they came free of 
their nylon confinement, trapping her hypersensitive nipples between thumb 
and forefinger, squeezing until excruciating sensations dredged a cry of 
pained delight and surprised pleasure from her wetly parted lips.  He 
jerked upward, sinking his covered masculinity deeper into the panty-
covered split of her involuntarily undulating buttocks.

Ellen couldn't help push back onto his rapidly lengthening thickness as she 
watched Mrs. Carter with wide-eyed wonder.  Handsome's tongue was 
continuing to drag groan after wanton groan from the gorgeous auburn-
tressed woman.  Then Ellen noticed something else -- Handsome's long red 
penis had begun lengthening out of its furry sheath, and it seemed to be 
wagging dangerously beneath his slender stomach.  It looked hard as a tree 
stump, and was enormously thick and evil-looking.  The young girl gasped as 
he suddenly leaped atop his mistress, after viewing the movie she knew what 
was about to happen.  But instead Handsome straddled his eagerly trembling 
legs over the panting woman's face.  Dominique jerked as the well-trained 
dog stuck his front paw against her wetly heated cunt and rotated it, 
teasing the sensitive vaginal walls until she cried out in a moan of 
lascivious surrender and struggled up onto her elbows, her face only inches 
away from his belly and visibly quivering scarlet penis.

Her fingers gripped his long moist cock and pulled it toward her wetly 
parted lips as her mouth struggled to meet it.  Her tongue darted out and 
teasingly licked at its glistening underside, then even more hungrily at 
the oozing open hole in its tip.  A thin string of lubricant seeping from 
it stretched across her chin as she licked greedily up and down the animal 
shaft.

The muscles in Ellen's body were as taut as bow strings as she reacted to 
maddening fondling of Mr. Carter's hot fingers.  She jerked as his hand 
trailed a slow, teasing trail down her passion-tightened belly and inserted 
itself into the elastic band of her white nylon panties, teasing 
thrillingly at her sparse blonde pussy hair rising from the "vee" at the 
top of her thighs.  His knowledgeable hand played for a moment, then slid 
downward into the moist, ready slit up between her legs, the nail scraping 
gently at the sensitive little bud of her clitoris and making her cry out 
with the electricity of that sensation.  She shuddered and jerked as his 
outstretched middle finger insinuated itself further into her eagerly 
throbbing flesh, parting her pussy lips to snake inside the seeping cuntal 
mouth, sending wild shocks of forbidden pleasure racing through her still 
immature nervous system.  His virilely pulsating penis was pressed deeply 
into the well moistened crevice of her buttocks now, and throbbing with a 
life all its own.  She ground back against it, becoming imprisoned 
licentiously -- deliciously -- as his invading middle finger slipped 
through the sealskin-smooth wetness of her tight little cunt.

Maxwell Carter began a gentle rocking motion to which her own body 
responded enthusiastically.  There was a deep gurgling from Dominique's 
throat as Handsome, his tail wagging and one forepaw still playing in her 
hair-lined pussy, pumped his haunches forward to bury his long animal cock 
deep into her gaping mouth.  Ellen held her breath, unable to believe 
Dominique wouldn't choke from the sheer size of the organ rammed between 
her moistly ovalled lips.  But she sucked at it hungrily as though she had 
waited all her life for just this wonderful moment.  Her cheeks hollowed on 
the out-stroke, expanded obscenely on the in-stroke, and her eyes were 
glazed with a wild ecstatic film of primitive lust more erotic than blue 
eye shadow.

The rawness of the lewd scene before Ellen drew a little moan of helpless 
surrender from the golden-tressed thirteen year old as she felt the liquid 
passion of her own wildly quivering pussy increase its flow, drenching Mr. 
Carter's fingers and hand with its sticky moisture.

She could feel Maxwell's long thick penis jerking under his pants, inching 
inexorably upward into the cleft between her ass-cheeks.  The sight of Mrs. 
Carter obscenely sucking on Handsome's animal penis was obviously just as 
exciting to Mr. Carter as it was to her, and she gasped in delight as his 
moist tongue licked at the inside of her ear.  Then he whispered, "Bend 
over on the floor -- I'm going to fuck you in the ass."

"Oh no, please don't!  No, I can't!  Please ... Mr. Carter!  Maxwell!" she 
panted, unable to stop the rhythmic rocking of her vagina over his passion-
drenched fingers.

"I'm going to fuck you good, Little Miss Virgin," he whispered huskily.  
"And we can watch Handsome fucking Dominique at the same time.  Come on 
now.  Down on the floor."

The lewd words excited her strangely, and through her drugged gaze she 
groaned in surrender as he pushed her now naked upper body over the marble 
coffee table, squashing her ripe young breasts out on either side as her 
defenselessly open buttocks presented itself to him.  Her muscles felt like 
rubber, and she was forced to support herself by placing her hands on the 
floor.

Her smoothly rounded ass-cheeks waved in the air behind her, and she 
shuddered as she felt Mr. Carter's hands lifting her skirt above her hips.  
He bunched it around her wasp-like waist, then drew her flimsy white nylon 
panties down over her nakedly trembling buttocks and let them hang at her 
knees.

A cool rush of air hit her backside and she flushed with shame.  Her whole 
rear end was exposed to him, waving back in lewd invitation to any 
humiliation he might choose to inflict.  She heard the metallic sound of 
his zipper behind her as Mr. Carter opened his fly and his long thick penis 
burst into an eager freedom.  He dropped to his knees behind her straining 
white buttocks and licked moistly down the entire length of her sweating 
cleft, pausing only to flick the tip of his tongue into the tight puckered 
ring of her anus.

''Oh ... oh ... no ... you mustn't," she groaned as the tantalizing licking 
invaded her vitals, driving her almost insane with desire.  She quivered 
back against his tongue, screwing her buttocks in small circles around and 
around in order to feel the delicious oral rape of her virginal loins.

So dazed and lust-enslaved was the young blonde that she didn't notice when 
Dominique got up abruptly from the chaise lounge and pulled the 
disappointed German shepherd over to her backside by holding his collar.  
There was scarcely a second of delay as Maxwell drew his face away from her 
burning crevice, and the big, well-trained dog's tongue lashed out to 
flicker electrically at Ellen's wildly puckering little anus.  The 
cuddlesome thirteen year old groaned again, not noticing the change except 
for the fact that, if anything, the titillating licking of her organs felt 
all the more wonderful now.

Ellen had never known anything like this feeling.  It seemed to consume the 
whole of her sensually awakening being until there was nothing of interest 
in the entire universe but that wonderful tongue-lashing.  Wild thoughts of 
Handsome and his great slobbering tongue slithering over Dominique's moist, 
hair-lined furrow ran through her mind even though she didn't know it was 
he.  All she knew for sure was that her ripening teenage flesh reveled in 
this lewd tingling pleasure until she felt as if she might explode from it.

Meanwhile Handsome slithered his tongue up her moist crevice again and 
again as Maxwell Carter went to the wall and pressed a secret button that 
started several motion picture cameras going at once.  Then Dominique 
signaled to the powerful German shepherd, who abruptly ran his tongue over 
Ellen's ass-cheeks to the base of her spine, then followed the bony ridges 
up her back until this progress was halted by the bunched skirt around her 
tiny waist.

Then he stood, straddling her legs awkwardly, and placed his forepaws on 
her, his long scarlet penis thrusting up into the split of her widespread 
buttocks, his tapered cock-head bumping rubberishly between her straining 
ass-cheeks.

It scarcely registered that Handsome's paws were on her shoulder blades and 
that his panting and saliva was dripping in back of her.  Ellen was still 
thinking of Mr. Carter and of what a wonderful tongue he had.  When what 
she assumed was his penis began bumping around in the moistened cleft of 
her nether passage, a savage thrill of delighted expectation coursed 
through her nakedly quivering flesh.  But this quickly changed to abject 
fear.

Oh no!  He's too big! she thought.  He'll split me open!

Her buttocks cringed forward, drawing away from the dog's rubbery-tipped 
cock, but the long animal penis followed.  She panted hollowly as he worked 
himself into position, painfully aware that there was nowhere else she 
could go.  Her naked young body was trapped between the coffee table and 
the searching instrument behind her.

Oh good lord!  Mr. Carter would split her!  He was trying to impale her!

And then Maxwell's hands actually were around the tops of her thighs, 
gripping them tightly, his fingers parting the soft white flesh so that 
Handsome could get his fiercely jerking cock inside of her hot young 
wetness.

"Reach behind -- put it in," he whispered to her from behind.

"No, I can't," she whimpered.  "Please don't make me, Mr. Carter.  It'll 
hurt."

"Only for a little while.  And then it will feel wonderful!  Hurry!"

"No!"

She winced as one of his hands slapped her bottom smartly, a smack which 
seemed to only drive her desire still higher into her breasts.  "Put it in, 
I say.  Put it in now!"

Ellen whimpered and tears of humiliation fell from her lower eyelids to 
drip down over her cheeks.  He was squeezing her thigh flesh so painfully 
she wouldn't be able to stand it for another moment.  Anything would be 
less painful than that savage grip.  In desperation she reached behind her 
for what she took to be his penis, found Handsome's long slick organ, and 
closed her hand over it with more tenderness than she should have allowed.

It was enormous!  Far bigger and hotter and wetter than she had imagined!  
She could never possibly take it all!

But he squeezed her again, this time bringing a louder, longer squeal of 
pain from her tortured young lips.  She tearfully placed the well-
lubricated cock-head underneath her legs and into the snug elastic opening 
of her burning young cunt, biting down hard on her lip to keep from 
sobbing.  She could feel the penis gradually working its way against her 
fearfully cringing pussy lips, parting them and then moving slowly inside 
through the tight ring of flesh which had guarded her virginity for so 
long.  And then, just as she felt a wonderful stretching of her loins, her 
ass-cheeks were swept further apart, and she could feel hairy haunches 
jogging against the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs.

"No!  No!" she screamed as realization abruptly hit her.  But it was too 
late!  The dog's fiercely hard penis rammed with mind-shattering force 
against her tough little hymen, then broke on through.  His long thick cock 
slithered up into her hotly pulsating passage like the trunk of a tree, 
thrusting into the warm wet walls of her vainly resisting vagina.  She 
could feel his entire animal penis thrusting forward through her painfully 
stretched cunt lips and up into her belly, slowly and teasingly sweeping 
aside the softly curling strands of her sparse blonde pubic hair as it 
penetrated further and further.  Finally the heavy weight of his dog loins 
smashed against her frantically squirming buttocks, scratching her naked 
ass-cheeks with his bristly hair, forcing her down flat on her belly 
against the coffee table.

Sob after sob shuddered through her naked young flesh as the ultimate 
humiliation was pummeled into her.  "Aaarggghhh," she shrieked once when 
his thrusts became too savage.  It seemed as if her cuntal channel was on 
fire.  The dog's penis penetrated her like a great drill looking for oil, 
and it did find all the lubricant it needed.  For despite her initial 
revulsion, Ellen was still very much a female.

She struggled and wiggled her fleshy little ass-cheeks as if to escape the 
brutal impalement, but it was no use.  The panting German shepherd's cock 
was now buried up inside her tightly clasping pussy, and all the while 
motion picture cameras whirred above and Dominique circled her 
vampireishly, snapping Polaroid's one right after the other.

"I -- I hate you both," she gritted through tightly clenched teeth, but 
this only seemed to produce hilarity on the part of her adult friends.

"You'll love us before the night is over," Maxwell giggled, not pausing in 
his snap-shooting for a moment.  He was taking photographs of her from 
every possible angle.

Her lips opened and closed in virginal torment, for it felt as though the 
dog's long slender penis had penetrated all the way up into her throat.  
She moaned and twisted, trying to escape the pain his tunneling rod of 
flesh was inflicting on her.

And then suddenly, there was something else to worry about.  Through the 
daze of her ravishment and the long blonde hair that was swinging all 
around her sex glazed eyes, she suddenly felt her lips being parted by a 
thick, hot rubbery club.  The sultry elastic ring of her lips clung 
involuntarily as Maxwell Carter's penis came sawing up into her mouth, his 
hands strong on the back of her head as he forced her sweating young face 
forward.

The older man was sitting in some sort of low, cushiony chair.  As her 
golden hair swung out of her eyes from time to time she could make out his 
lewd grin of triumph above her as he fucked his long hard cock in and out 
of her mouth.  And strangely enough, she was even beginning to enjoy the 
ruthless double-barreled screwing that man and dog were subjecting her to.  
The pain in her vagina was gradually subsiding, and each fresh thrust and 
withdrawal of Handsome's blood-swollen penis now brought a low mewl of 
pleasure from her helplessly sucking mouth.  The young blonde girl was 
equally surprised by the fact that the hotly throbbing cock in her mouth 
seemed to taste delicious, and she could no longer remember why she had 
been revolted by it initially.

Eagerly she began sucking and licking at Maxwell's thick tasty penis like a 
child devouring a candy cane.  She put her hands on his buttocks and pulled 
him toward her until each stroke of his hot hard penis sliding down her 
throat made her gag.  She felt him stiffening, felt his wildly jerking cock 
begin to swell in her mouth, heard him cursing.  Then, without warning, his 
thick spuming cum spurted down her throat, filling her gluttonously sucking 
mouth until a stream of white hot fluid streamed from both sides of her 
mouth and flowed down over her chin.  Ellen could not remember when she had 
ever tasted anything so delicious!  As Maxwell 's body jerked and 
shuddered, spurting out hot jets of sperm, she could hear his soft 
wondering curses and moans of pleasure as he gave himself over entirely to 
his orgasm.

Behind her, gasping and panting slavishly, Handsome rocked rhythmically but 
gently in and out of the tight clasping confines of her cunt.  Frantic 
thrills of unmeasureable pleasure coursed through her straining teenage 
flesh.  She began to undulate her buttocks lasciviously behind her in 
rhythm to the long animal cock that was fucking into her defenseless young 
body from behind.

Her nostrils flared with uncontrollable passion.  "Oh God," she snorted, 
almost whinnying with pleasure.  "Go on.  I like it.  I like it.  Don't 
stop.  Oh, oh, oh. OHHHHHH!"

Panting with lust, the big German shepherd lapped at her sleek white back 
and fucked in and out of her hot little cunt with long hard strokes that 
seemed to receive their momentum from the very depths of his staggering 
toes.  The soft fleshy ridges inside her super-heated vagina gave way 
before the merciless onslaught of his piston-like instrument.  The folds of 
her wet cuntal flesh clung affectionately to his rampaging instrument and 
soft explosive moans of forbidden pleasure broke from her lips as if she 
was having the wind knocked out of her.  The intelligent beast rotated his 
long slippery penis around inside of her, drawing yelps of joy with each 
mind-jarring bump.  Her squeezing pussy lips gripped his rigidity like warm 
elastic, her sheath pulsating with sheer lascivious pleasure.

Ellen's eyes fluttered, hopelessly glazed over with passion.  She spread 
her thighs wider, moving her feet apart with difficulty due to the silk 
panties that were still caught around her knees.  Her obscene delight at 
Handsome's brutal working of her virginal cunt was augmented by the hairy 
bump and scratch of his haunches against her smooth young flesh.  The bushy 
hair around the base of his penis brushed tantalizingly against the 
quivering cheeks of her ass.  The distended spongy tip of his thrusting 
hardness grazed against the flatness of her cervix, probing beautifully 
deep where no one had gone before.  As Maxwell Carter's thick deflated cock 
fell from her ovalled mouth, she let out an endless groan of savage, 
primitive ecstasy that resembled nothing human.

Forgotten was her terrible humiliation at being fucked by a dog, forgotten 
were her ruined panties holding her dissolved knees in bondage.  All that 
mattered was this magnificent lewd pleasure building maddeningly in her 
loins.  She wanted to be fucked like this, wanted to be subjected to 
Handsome's animal demands on her thirteen year old flesh.

Through her long blonde hair hanging over her passion-wracked face, she 
could see that Dominique had begun sucking on her husband's penis, too.  
The thick pummeling instrument disappeared into her mouth as Mr. Carter 
drove his pelvis like a pile-driver, sinking his resurrected cock in until 
his coarse black hair loins brushed the tip of her nose.  Then he began to 
cum without warning again, as he had with Ellen.  He pulled his wildly 
ejaculating penis out of Dominique's mouth and held the huge purplish glans 
a few inches away.  Then with an expiring groan he began spewing a stream 
of spurting white sperm directly into her side-open lips.  The thin, quick 
spurts streamed from its swollen red head like milk from a cow's udder, 
filling her mouth to the brim, and Dominique swallowed thirstily, her 
Adam's apple bobbing wildly as she tried to keep up with the seemingly 
inexhaustible supply.

Watching Dominique sucking on Maxwell's penis and having her face filled 
with cum was so lust-inciting that Ellen's whole body twitched 
uncontrollably, and she groaned with wanton desire and welcome to the 
punishing animal shaft sinking so deliciously deep up inside her rippling 
little cunt.  Her beautiful face was contorted with passion as loud cries 
of ecstasy escaped from her tightly clenched teeth.

"Oh -- I like it.  Go on, go on, Handsome darling.  Oh God!" she gasped as 
his inflamed wet cock pistoned in and out of her churning belly.  She 
moaned incoherently and began gibbering like an idiot, spots of drool 
appearing on her lust-contorted lips.  The smooth, wet velvet folds of her 
vagina trapped the dog's penis in a kiss of love, squeezing affectionately 
around his rigid animal column until she could feel every molecule of skin 
and every last pulsating blood-filled ridge.  Her drugged mind reveled in 
her lurid abandon, and she screwed back against him to feel the tantalizing 
softness of his hairy testicles pressing against her trembling inner 
thighs.  His furry skin danced teasingly against the sensitive outer rings 
of her tiny naked anus, sending new shivers of lewd delight surging through 
her fluttering belly.

"Oooooh," she breathed hotly.  "That's it, darling.  Please, hurry!  Give 
it to me!"

Maxwell Carter had wiped off his penis and was walking over to her.  He 
gripped her long yellow hair and jerked her head up.  "Tell him to fuck 
you!" he commanded imperiously.  "Say Fuck Me!"

"No," she pleaded piteously, trying to twist her head out of his grasp.  
"Don't make me say that.  Please!"

Carter signaled to Dominique, who suddenly grabbed the big dog's haunches 
and refused to let him thrust his wetly glistening penis into Ellen 
anymore.  Handsome began to yelp with desire, trying to crawl up her back 
with his forepaws, panting furiously with his tongue dripping drool all 
over her back.

"Hurry!" Maxwell commanded again.  "Beg him to fuck you or we won't let 
him!"

Tears welled up in the helpless blonde teenager's eyes and she tried to 
squirm back onto the dog's marvelous pole of hot flesh.  But it was no use, 
her inexperienced cuntal lips couldn't seem to grip it with Dominique 
holding the dog away from her.

"Yes!" she shrieked.  "FUCK ME!  FUCK ME!  FUCK ME, HANDSOME!  FUCK ME YOU 
WONDERFUL DOG!"  She was fast approaching orgasm, and her burning body no 
longer felt anything like human.  She twisted and contorted, begging and 
pleading for them to let Handsome fuck her.

"Goddamn," Carter laughed.  "Our Little Miss Virgin wants to be fucked.  
Release him, Dominique. "

And with that Handsome rammed his long animal cock once again into her 
tightly clasping cunt and began to fuck her so fast and furiously that the 
young girl thought she would go out of her mind.

"Aaaggghhh!  That's it ... that's ... it! " she babbled.

"Man, is she tender," came Carter's voice.  "If Handsome doesn't fuck her 
to death, then I will."  He looked at Dominique.  "Why don't we call some 
of our friends with dogs.  We could get some great multiple shots out of 
this."

"That's a good idea," came Dominique's voice through Ellen's lust-dominated 
haze.  "I want to see this little stuck up bitch get screwed within an inch 
of her life until fucking is all she wants in the whole world.  She's been 
playing the teasing virgin long enough.  She's going to beg us to let 
Handsome fuck her every day from now on."

Her sex-drenched brain couldn't quite analyze everything she was hearing, 
but that didn't matter.  Ellen's shamelessly aroused body was white-hot.  
Her head and golden hair flailed from side to side wildly, her mouth open 
in abandon.  She spiraled her ravenously hungry vagina all around his 
slippery plunging shaft.  She was almost ready to cum and couldn't have 
stopped now had her life depended on it.  Hot forks seemed to be probing 
the tingling wails of her oozing vagina and perspiration dripped from her 
steaming flesh in a steady stream.

And then it happened!

The huge German shepherd behind her started a long, low groan that swelled 
into a series of yelping barks as he began spewing his hot sperm deep up 
inside her hot slippery passage.  She could feel his animal cum jetting 
into her in great gushing torrents, deflating his savagely jerking penis 
with each white hot spurt.

"Oh, nooo," she wailed, still seconds away from climax.  "Handsome!  Wait!  
Nooo!  Please wait, wait for me!" Ellen sobbed with frustration, but it was 
useless telling the dumb beast to stop.  She squeezed her wildly quivering 
pussy all around his rapidly softening penis and gyrated her thighs, but 
all to no effect.  The exhausted dog slipped his long dripping penis out of 
her wetly heated vaginal passage and it slid swiftly up into its furry 
sheath as Handsome dropped down on all fours onto the carpet.

Ellen was beside herself now, she was so near to orgasm.  She violently 
spread her legs and felt her panties ripping around her knees as she 
reached back to finger herself ineffectually, her fingers rummaging wildly 
in her moist hair-lined slit.  She dug into her tight young cunt with 
greedy savagery, trying to reach the same depth that Handsome's cock had 
done.

But then hands began grabbing her arms and hauling her up from the coffee 
table.  "Come on, beautiful blonde baby," came Maxwell Carter's voice.  
"Big Daddy's gonna show you what a real fucking is like."

Dominique giggled uncharacteristically as the two of them dragged her 
through the library, pressed a hidden switch in the oak-paneled wall, and a 
secret door opened to reveal another room which featured an immense 
circular bed with bright red sheets.  Ellen didn't seem to be capable of 
anything except mindless gibbering.  Her loins were on fire, her breasts 
danced and swayed in obscene expectancy, their nipples distended outward 
with lust.  Her long satiny blonde hair trailed all the way to the cutely 
dimpled cleft in her wiggling little behind.

The two adults pushed her lust-enslaved body down onto the bed and levered 
her unresisting legs up off the bed in an arc far back over her head, 
pressing the toes of her feet harshly into the mattress on either side of 
her shoulders.  Then she could feel the lash of rope cord spinning around 
her ankles as they bound her ankles in that lewdly defenseless position to 
either bedpost in back of her head.  Her tortured teenage body was bent 
back double, the glistening pink folds of her thirteen year old blonde-
crested pussy presented like a sacrificial offering.

She looked up helplessly, drugged with desire, at her tormentors.  Mr. 
Carter was fingering his enormous blood-engorged cock, big and ready again 
after spewing its sperm into two hungry mouths already.  "Like what you 
see?" he asked tormentingly.  "Want me to fuck you with it?  What'll it 
be?"

"Stick it in her, Max," Dominique spat as she lit a long cigarette in her 
king-size cigarette holder.  "Jam your cock in all the way to her tits.  I 
want to get some good shots of her face.  She's not near enough softened up 
yet.  You can see it in her eyes.  The little bitch hates us now as much as 
she wants you to fuck her.  We've got a lot riding on this.  Fuck her so 
hard she'll never want to leave us."

Maxwell Carter laughed and aimed his thick rejuvenated penis right at her 
helplessly upturned cunt.  Ellen shuddered with a mixture of desire and 
revulsion -- torn between her hot throbbing lust and the twinges of shame 
and humiliation that were flickering through her confused young thoughts.  
She thrashed her sobbing blonde head from side to side, tears of 
frustration rolling down her unblemished cheeks.

"Well, Little Virgin," Carter asked, "what's it to be?  Frustration, or 
this big beauty ripping your insides out?  Want Big Daddy to put it in?"

She shut her eyes, unable to stand the torment any longer.  "Fuck me!" she 
hissed through trembling pink lips, the fire licking at her loins spurred 
on by her lewd helplessness and the obscene position in which they had 
bound her.  "Fuck me!" she croaked again.  The fire of unfulfilled lust was 
like an army of red ants eating at her open hair-fringed cuntal folds as if 
her cunt had been dipped in honey.  Nothing else mattered except to quench 
that terrible fire.

The Carters smiled triumphantly as Dominique continued to snap off pictures 
of her lewdly rolled position.  "Go on!  Fuck me!" Ellen screamed, using 
that lewd word again.  She wiggled her pussy at him in unmistakable 
invitation.

Carter laughed again as his naked body dropped down on her thrashing 
teenage form, smashing her full tight breasts right back onto her chest.  
His thick muscular pole of male flesh plunged into her hungrily waiting 
slit like a battering ram, pushing the tender folds of moist pussy flesh 
aside in rippling waves.

Ellen groaned and then gurgled happily, deliriously happy to be filled up 
again with a male hardness.  An hour ago she had been the purest of 
virgins, yet now her greedily clasping vaginal walls wanted to enfold his 
penis and devour it all.  His testicles smacked with a lewd splat into the 
sweat streaked crevice between her ass-cheeks, and she gurgled contentedly 
at that welcome punishment.  Then, muttering to himself, Mr. Carter began a 
rhythmic thrusting in and out of her wetly pulsating pussy.

It didn't take long for the wantonly writhing teenager to reach a high 
plateau of ecstasy because she had been so near to orgasming before.  With 
his thick rod of flesh pummeling her ragged cunt like a jack-hammer, the 
cords on her neck began straining gratefully.  "Oh, oh ... Maxwell!" she 
cried, out of her mind with lust, "I'm cumming!  I'm cumming!  Fuck harder!  
Fuck me hard!  AHHHHHH!  AHHHHHH!  OOOOOOH!  EEEEEYIEEEEE!"  Her hands 
frenziedly gripped his buttocks, trying to pull him deeper into her wildly 
convulsing cunt.  Waves of erotic pleasure and release inundated her 
thrashing young body.  And then her liquid passion was flowing wetly around 
his still pistoning instrument, flooding the crevice of her nether channel 
and his testicles as well as they rubbed maddeningly against her snugly 
puckered anus.

Spurred on by Ellen's voluptuously twisting body with its sensually 
quivering breasts and her flailing blonde hair, Carter fucked into her with 
all the strength he had.  The thirteen year old girl moaned, whined and 
cried out, temporarily trying to fight him off, her cum seeming to flood 
everything with moist stickiness.  And then he groaned and began to 
ejaculate his churning semen up into her, his spurting cum gushing into her 
urgently dilating young womb.

Her head whirled with depraved sensuality as the hot waves of his sperm 
flooded her soul, the powerful squirts surging like electrical charges and 
filling her to bursting.  The walls of her earnest young vagina milked his 
penis ardently like a sucking mouth to get out every last delicious drop.  
And then her budding thirteen year old body collapsed in the wash of its 
own perspiration, totally drained, her brain empty of thought after her 
fantastically shattering climax.

She lay there open and helpless, still bound by the ankles, mumbling 
stupidly to herself for an endless time, her sweat-soaked body feeling 
totally dissolved, vulnerable, and at one with the Universe.

And then she heard Dominique's voice in the distance, "Uh oh, Max.  There's 
the doorbell.  Maybe you'd better wipe some of the cum off our young 
sweetie's cunt and make her presentable.  If I know Lucifer, he won't want 
to lick her gorgeous blond pussy if she's too sloppy.  I'll get the door."

And then there was the sound of Dominique's footsteps moving off in the 
distance.

Lucifer, Ellen thought through her sex-drugged mind.  Who was Lucifer?

And then she mercifully passed out.

Chapter 7

It was morning before the voluptuous young blonde finally came to again on 
the rumpled bed.  Her long-lashed blue eyes fluttered open and fought the 
early morning twilight that permeated the heavy stale air of the well-
furnished and beautifully decorated bedroom.  She stretched lazily, like a 
cat, her curvaceously proportioned body swaying in all of its sultry 
contours.  Strange odors wafted through her nostrils, causing her brow to 
wrinkle slightly as though deep in concentrated retrospection.  Her tongue 
circled on the outskirts of her glossy pink lips, testing the slight 
pungency of the encrustations that she found on them.

Her pretty, winsomely innocent eyes adjusted quizzically to the dimness, 
and she looked down at her body, reflecting on the curious position she had 
been sleeping in.  Someone had changed her into a pink negligee, which was 
bunched up almost around her neck, the high twin rose-capped peaks of her 
proud young breasts jutted upward between her eyes and the rest of her 
body.  Her legs were spread wide apart as though in invitation, and the 
muscles of those legs felt very sore and overworked indeed.  She brought 
them together with some effort and experienced small twinges of pain in her 
vagina.  Her entire body felt dreadfully used and exhausted.  That was the 
only term she could think of to accurately describe how she felt.

And then she remembered.  The dream!  The most curious dream she had had 
about Handsome, and the Carters, and -- what was it?  She couldn't remember 
the rest of the dream, but then dreams were rarely remembered totally.  And 
anyway the dull ache in her throbbing little cunt was sufficient to 
distract her from any deep thought.

Ellen smoothed her hands carefully up to her breasts, touching them gently 
in guarded exploration.  Oooooh, they were tender.  Her fingers explored 
further, coursing their way down over her tautly rounded belly to her still 
open legs.  Then she groaned as she tenderly touched the slight bruises 
lining the moist pink lips of her pussy.  Her outstretched middle finger 
probed gently at the sensitive opening, becoming moist from the sticky 
white liquid that was still flowing viscously from the recently deflowered 
aperture.  The split of her buttocks felt damp with it as well.

Her thoughts rambled in myriad confusion she brushed her bright blonde hair 
from around her eyes and heaving breasts to let it fall in a soft golden 
mass around her back and shoulders.  What a terrible dream she'd had, with 
Handsome and Mr. Carter and Dominique -- their shadowy forms flitted 
sensuously through her teenage memory.  It had all seemed so real.

But if it had all been a dream, where did this warm wet pool between her 
legs come from?  Had she been playing with herself again, despite her best 
intentions?  Had her own fingers produced this sticky liquid?  It had to 
be!  There could be no other explanation.

But how shameful, she thought, blushing.  Her licentious dream had proven 
that she was not the prude she had fancied herself.  She had wantonly 
satisfied herself with her own probing fingers.

Ellen's thoughts were interrupted by a gentle knocking at the door.  
Dominique's sophisticated voice came softly from the other side, "Oh, 
Ellen, dear.  It's time to wake up."

For some unknown reason that lilting tone of Dominique's made Ellen shiver 
all over like a startled sparrow.  She reflected on this strange reaction, 
than realized again what a terrible state she was in.  Oh my, she thought, 
stumbling to her feet, I mustn't let her see me like this.  I've got cum 
all over my loins and legs.  "In a minute, Dominique.  I'm just getting 
up."

"That's all right, dear," came the reply.  "Take your time.  Breakfast will 
be ready when you are."

Ellen sighed with relief and covered her suddenly tingling breasts with her 
hands.  She would have a chance to clean up, then.  She looked back at the 
rumpled bed, her eyes resting thoughtfully on the large wet round spot 
where her buttocks had nestled.  Well, she thought, I really masturbated to 
beat the band.  I should be ashamed of myself -- yet somehow I'm not.  
There's not much point in feeling guilty about something I can't control.

And then she noticed the loose dog hairs in various part of the bed.

She picked up one of them and looked at it curiously, her eyes narrowing 
with puzzlement.  Had Handsome gotten up on the bed some time during the 
night?

But one of the hairs was a lighter color -- almost gray -- lighter than 
Handsome's fur.  It was very puzzling.  She shrugged and went into the 
bathroom to start up the shower.

The warm spray felt good cascading down over her voluptuous young body.  
She washed immaculately the insides of her thighs and buttocks, vaguely 
reluctant to wash away the white crust from her matted pussy hair.  As her 
fingers moved up and down cleansingly within the warmth of her narrow 
sexual furrow, the vision she had had of Handsome in her dream returned 
most strongly.

She visualized the big German shepherd's snout pushed down between her 
hairless young thighs, his enormous tongue lapping thirstily at the flooded 
outskirts of her burning young pussy, her pink vaginal folds being drawn up 
hotly within his mouth by his sharply adhesive tongue, then returned.  Her 
middle finger idly duplicated the vision of that lashing tongue, batting 
around her tingling little clitoris until she began to tremble with joy.  
It was all she could do to find the strength to rip her finger out of that 
clinging pleasure-drugged orifice.

As she staggered gasping from the shower, feelings of guilt and shame well-
nigh overwhelmed her.  Since that dreadful dream, she couldn't seem to keep 
her fingers out of herself for a single instant.

"I must get control of myself," she muttered.  One obscene dream and I 
can't seem to stop masturbating.  What's coming over me?

She sat before the vanity mirror naked, combing out her long silken blonde 
hair, which seemed to have an unusual number of tangles this morning.  
Still, she liked the way it swept around her waist, belly and over her 
proudly uplifted breasts when she let it.  Something like Lady Godiva in 
the history books!  Her father had never allowed her to have it cut when he 
was alive, and it was her pride and glory.  She couldn't think of another 
girl in school who had such long beautiful hair.  It went all the way down 
to her slender waspish waist.

She also liked the high set of her lushly ripening breasts and their warm 
feeling of soft resiliency.  She scratched the bristles of the hairbrush 
across them until her nipples came up flushing and goose-bumped, fully 
erect and tingling.  Then she rolled them between thumbs and index fingers.  
She watched herself in the mirror and smiled in satisfaction with her own 
body.

But what had come over her since yesterday?  Could it be that she was 
merely growing up?  There was a faintly lascivious, pleasant feeling in her 
still-tingling loins which seemed to wash up easily into her belly, 
buttocks and breasts.  She felt relaxed enough to go right back to bed and 
sleep for a week.  She couldn't stop humming to herself, either, and that 
was another indication of how generally nice she felt.

She smiled to herself and got up, watching her sensually quivering mounds 
jiggle in the mirror as she moved.  She couldn't think of when she had been 
more pleased with herself.  She felt as if she had been loved to death.

On impulse she decided not to wear a brassiere, but merely threw on a fuzzy 
pink wool sweater with buttons down the front which she allowed to "vee" 
open provocatively.  Then she put on some white cotton panties and the only 
pair of jeans she had brought with her.

She looked at herself in the mirror continuously, quite pleased with what 
she saw.  All that wealth of long blonde hair, firmly up-thrust breasts 
outlined clingingly in that snug pink sweater, tight Levi's that showed off 
her smoothly rounded ass-cheeks to best advantage.  She giggled silly to 
herself and stepped into a pair of loafers.  Then she opened the door to 
the library.

As her eyes swept the bookshelves, couches, drapes, and Persian carpeting, 
it seemed to her that there was something sensuous about the room.  She 
wondered why she had never looked upon it in this way before.  There were 
subtle associations having something to do with what she had dreamed last 
night that struggled to free themselves from the cobwebs of her muddled 
brain.

But somehow the solution just wouldn't come.  She was drawn to the room in 
a way that made her warmly pulsating loins feel vibrant and alive as she 
tried to remember, but nothing in her memory bank seemed to focus properly.

Then she looked back at her bedroom and the huge, circular bed she had been 
sleeping on.  There was something about that bed tickling at her memory, 
yet nothing seemed to materialize very clearly.  And why hadn't she been 
put in one of the big bedrooms upstairs?  Strange how she had never noticed 
this bedroom off the living room before.

The thirteen year old girl shrugged and moved thoughtfully to the big doors 
leading from the library to the entrance hall.  Opening them carefully, not 
quite sure of what to expect, she stepped up into the hall.  She could hear 
some commotion coming from the direction of the kitchen and turned sharply 
to the left towards it.

"Ah, here she is now, the little darling," Dominique beamed at her as she 
descended the steps into the breakfast room a few moments later, and this 
made Ellen feel wonderful and well-loved.

And then she noticed the other two visitors to the Carter household -- a 
leering fat man with a big cigar in his mouth, and a powerful, shaggy 
"white" German shepherd, his coat thick with gray hairs.  This other dog 
sat up on his haunches and began whining plaintively the second he saw her, 
his large pink penis coming slithering out of its fur sleek container, a 
spot of ooze appearing on its tip.

"Easy, Lucifer," grinned the fat man, restraining the animal on a heavy 
chain leash.  "We'll get pretty to do some more for you.  But let's have 
some breakfast first.  Don't be so greedy, you silly satyr, you!"  And then 
he laughed uproariously.

Ellen blushed winsomely and her thirteen year old mind struggled to 
comprehend.  What on earth could the fat man be referring to?

She looked around the breakfast nook and at the windows showing what a 
lovely day it was outside, with birds singing and all of the streets in 
bloom, the buds fairly bursting on the trees.  It was a beautiful spring 
day to come alive.  The kitchen nook itself was decorated most tastefully 
in orange shades, with patterned curtains and wallpaper filled with flowers 
and birds.  The furniture, from Welsh dresser to dining table, was all 
natural pine and very cheery.  The scent of fresh bacon and coffee filled 
the air, and beyond them, in the outsized kitchen, could be heard whirring 
busily a built-in extractor fan above the built-in ranges.

"Sit down, Ellen," smiled Maxwell Carter lazily, and he patted a place 
beside himself on the pinewood bench.  He was munching a toasted bagel with 
butter on it and looked very elegant in a violet robe with matching paisley 
silk handkerchief in the upper pocket, and a white shirt with collar spread 
open at the throat to reveal the splendid contours of his muscular upper 
chest.

But she noticed also -- to her bewilderment -- that the bottom center of 
his dressing gown was also open, and that his massively throbbing penis was 
sticking out hard and high from it like the leaning tower of Pisa.  Ellen 
gasped and put her hand up to her throat, taking an involuntary step 
backward.  Her eyes met those of Handsome, who was lying lazily on his 
stomach and legs at one end of the table, his eyes looking very tired and 
sleepy -- or drugged with sensuality.

And in that terrible moment of recognition, the young girl remembered.

Chapter 8

Amy Winthrop looked at her watch.  It was ten a.m. and still no sign of 
Ellen.  She shook out her long black hair and stood up to take the dishes 
back to the sink.

Not that she regretted giving the child permission to visit with the 
Carters down the block for the weekend.  They had plenty of room, and 
probably too much money, and they could always find interesting things to 
do with Ellen.  As for herself, she had welcomed a free night so that she 
and Billy Erspamer could cavort in various positions and places about the 
house without worrying about who might be listening in.  The curly-headed 
fifteen year old had come to her about seven, right after supper, after 
telling his mother that he was going to a dance at New Trier High School.  
They had fucked like minks on the dining room table, lapped hungrily at 
each other's vitals all over the living room, and then finally retired to 
Ellen's bedroom, where he had wildly sodomized the mother while moaning out 
his exciting admission that it was really the virginal, busty blonde Ellen 
he was thinking of fucking.

While this confession should have offended her moral dignity, Mrs. Winthrop 
actually had found it savagely exciting.  He had raved on and on about the 
beauty of Ellen's long satiny blonde hair, the passion-swollen overhang of 
her ripe young breasts, the delicious feel of her buttocks in his hands, 
the fact that she was only thirteen years old, and the wonderful way she 
had of sucking on his cock with her hot sultry lips.  Things like, "Oh, I 
love to fuck your ass, baby. You got gorgeous blonde hair and you're only 
thirteen years old with big tits.  Love to fuck you, Ellen!"

His filthy talk just seemed to send shivers through the passionate young 
mother's flesh, until finally she had cum with a force that she thought 
would tear her head right off her shoulders -- thrashing, sobbing, weeping 
for mercy, her anal passage clutching his sperm-spurting column of manhood 
with worshipful desire.

She smiled cynically to herself and lit a cigarette.  Things had certainly 
changed since Ellen's father had died.  Before that she had been stiff as a 
board where extracurricular sex was concerned, and tolerated no nonsense 
for a second.  Least of all with teenage boys, the like of which she had 
never given even a passing thought to in her entire life beyond the age of 
eighteen.  It was always older men who had interested her.  Mature men with 
a bit of gray in their hair and experience in their eyes.  It was just this 
taste that had led her to Ellen's father.

Not that he had turned out to be the experienced man of the world she had 
expected.  He had merely been prematurely gray, and this had given him 
character where there was not actually a great deal.  Mark Winthrop had 
been a classic case of someone who looked different from the person he 
really was inside.  In actuality he had turned out to be just another 
schoolboy, as she was just another stuck-up schoolgirl without any real 
understanding of life.

Making this discovery in the early months of their marriage hadn't 
discomfited her very much, however, and she had remained true to her 
bargain and prim probably to the point of exasperation for many of those 
who might have been her friends.  She had been a good wife to Mark, by her 
lights, and was appropriately broken up over his untimely death.  His 
period of dying -- from an incurable disease -- had been somewhat lengthy, 
and in that interim she had also taken to drinking somewhat more than she 
should.  In retrospect she wondered if she had drunk so heavily in order to 
aid her dramatic capabilities and the quality of her performance as the 
"Bereaved Wife".  Probably!  But she had also been truly unhappy.  One 
couldn't spend fourteen years with a man and then feel no sense of loss 
whatever when he was gone.  It was like having an enormous tumor removed.  
One may not have loved it while it was there, but there was nonetheless a 
feeling of loss, the subtle feeling of a gaping void within oneself crying 
out for fulfillment.

During all their years together she had not been a passionate woman by any 
means, but nonetheless some appreciation of sex had sprung up in her very 
normal loins from Mark's frequent recourse to her voluptuous flesh, and she 
had been capable of feeling fleeting sensations of pleasure, even though 
she had come to regard the female orgasm as purely the invention of the New 
York editors of women's magazines.

And then they had closed up the house in Wilmette, sold it, and used the 
proceeds to buy something finer in Kenilworth, but smaller.  Two women 
alone didn't need the space of a triplet bi-sexed family, so they had been 
able to afford something very nice in a better neighborhood, a neighborhood 
where she hoped Ellen would meet the "right" people and use her fast-
blossoming voluptuousness to maximum advantage.

And Ellen hadn't failed her.  Almost immediately she had taken up with the 
Carters, who were said to be unbelievably wealthy, and she was meeting boys 
of good family in school as well.  Maybe the Carters had a stray nephew 
somewhere or other who would turn out to be a doctor or a lawyer some day 
-- you never could tell.

Amy smiled to herself at her foolishness and snubbed out her cigarette in 
the ashtray.  If that wasn't silly.  Matchmaking for Ellen.  The dear child 
was only thirteen years old, even if she was somewhat advanced physically.  
Other girls would catch up to her very soon, although it was true she was a 
breathtaking natural beauty.

Matchmaking for Ellen.  The poor dear probably didn't even know the first 
thing about sex.  Amy sighed.  She had been a prude, so unfortunately she 
had brought Ellen up to be one, too.

She had, of course, explained sex to her daughter, but with a minimum of 
detail.  Once she had started having her periods, there was no reason to 
keep the child in the dark.  All that blood would have only upset her if 
she hadn't been explained to.

Not that Amy had any illusions left in that respect.  What parents forgot 
to mention, children always picked up at school from their friends.  
Children picked up stuff like that as though their brains were magnets.

She stood up with a sigh, pulled her gown around her voluminous breasts and 
walked into the dining room, then into the living room, tidying up here and 
there as she went.  Sex was all well and good, but when it was all over and 
one returned to earth, there was still ashtrays to be emptied, beds to be 
tidied, and sheets to be changed.

She chuckled to herself as she remembered some of the things they had done.  
Billy Erspamer had actually seduced her, in a way.  Or was it she who had 
seduced him?

It hadn't taken long after Mark's death for her to realize that there was 
something missing for her physically in his untimely demise, as well as 
psychologically.  In all the years they'd been together she'd come to take 
sex quite for granted.  Quite for granted that it was primarily man's 
domain of enjoyment, and that woman repaid his care of her and their 
children by agreeing to cooperate in the sexual act whenever the husband so 
desired.  She had chosen to ignore those times when her vagina twinged so 
unexpectedly and satisfactorily, leaving her frustrated and tingling until 
she could get into a cold shower and wash away the feel of it from her 
insides.  She had totally ignored that very minor factor of pleasure that 
she had reaped from their love life.

And yet that seemingly minor pleasure turned out to be a very major 
compunction of physical need once it was no longer around.  A glass of 
water, by analogy, was not a very important thing.  It was a minor item in 
an entire day of consumption.  Ah, but let one try to get along without it 
for a week, two weeks, a month, and it came to loom very major in one's 
considerations indeed.

Thus it had come to be for her with sex.  She hadn't been too crazy about 
it when Mark was alive, and yet without its minute drip, drip, drip she had 
swiftly -- within months -- become as famished for it as a drunk crossing 
the Mojave Desert on his knees under a blazing sun.

And then suddenly she had come to take greater notice of young boys.

Somehow they always seemed to have so much more vitality than grown men.  
Continually leaping about, chewing gum, unable to sit still, veritable 
reservoirs of unused energy.  They appeared swift, like the chattering of 
birds, and equally as mysterious.  She came to study them with undisguised 
and illicit interest.

Until finally she had seen Billy Erspamer, the boy from next door.

Five months ago he had only been fourteen, yet his wiry form and smiling, 
curly-headed handsomeness had quite taken her breath away.  He was put 
together like a fine china figurine, all lines, planes and angles, without 
a molecule of fat on his muscular young body.  She had been quite 
fascinated, and was constantly peeping over the fence at his practice on 
the diving board over the Erspamer's swimming pool next door.

And then finally she had invited him over for a Coke one afternoon when he 
was toweling his magnificent body.  He had accepted with alacrity, as if 
that was the one thing he had waited for all his life.

After that she was never quite sure who had taken the first initiative.  It 
was true, of course, that she hadn't been able to keep her hands off him, 
and had found all sorts of excuses to graze his fine muscularity with her 
fingernails.  Somehow all of her usual reserve seemed to have snapped in 
the instant that she had first seen Billy, and she had lost all control.  
True, she had probably been close to the breaking point without realizing 
it for some time.  Billy's beautiful presence had just served to let the 
cat out of the bag with total acceleration.  Perhaps some other boy would 
have affected her the same at that precise moment.  In any case, there was 
no denying that it was Billy who had, in fact, turned her loose from all 
the sticky clinging membranes of her conservative past.  And she had 
totally lost her head.

At first she hadn't quite realized what was happening, that she was falling 
in love with him.  She had never had a son, and she had assumed that her 
tacit desire to feel the boy's smooth, muscular young body with her hands 
was the natural reaction of a woman with normal motherly instincts.

But then her instincts had turned very non-motherly indeed.  She had found 
her breath coming very hotly when he was around, and her nostrils flaring, 
and a strange honeyish feeling opening out like a sunflower in her love-
starved loins.

She couldn't keep her hands off him.  She would stroke his shoulders, 
seemingly casually, as he munched a sandwich and quaffed a glass of milk, 
gazing fondly at the damp curls plastered wetly around his head, and the 
gleaming beads of water still bubbling on his glossy smooth tanned skin.  
She wanted with everything in her yearning young body to twist her fingers 
in his soft black curly hair, and pull his virile body up against hers.

And then she got to wondering what his manhood must look like.  Could the 
sex organs of a young animal as lovely as this possibly look the same as 
those of Mark Winthrop?  And she kept sitting down next to him on the bench 
in the kitchen, darting glances at the bulge in his crotch, trying to see 
if he was aroused at all by her sitting down next to him, trying to see 
anything that would indicate what his equipment was like.

And as this elaborate charade expanded, she found herself fantasizing about 
him, and her mouth watering, and she would lick her lips as she wondered 
what his genitals would look like, smell, feel -- and even taste?

She knew it was obscene, but she couldn't seem to help herself.  These 
illicit thoughts pervaded everything she did.

Amy had read somewhere that women of her age were just reaching the height 
of their sexual cravings, whereas men usually went through their peaks of 
lust as teenagers.  Certainly it might even be the most truly natural thing 
in the world for a mature woman her age to combine with a teenage boy.  She 
began inventing excuses for herself.  After all, she was in her early 
thirties, and her body was still excellent and well cared-for.  She would 
parade before the mirror in the evenings, cupping her full firm breasts and 
wondering if Billy Erspamer, that young god, would want to touch them.

How curious that she had felt no shame at this, even though she had been 
careful to keep her feelings hidden from Ellen.  It seemed as if the 
traumatic separation from her past life was so complete with the death of 
her husband and their changing from the old house they had lived in for 
fourteen years to this newer one in Kenilworth that the bond to her 
conservative girlhood training became so tenuous as to virtually evaporate 
in the sultry heat of her passion.

Looking back, Amy could scarcely tell where her old life had left off and 
the new one begun, and yet the change had been so abrupt.  It was 
surprising to find that she could not adequately define it.

She sighed and smiled to herself, sitting down on the couch in the living 
room, sinking deeply into the soft cushions as she picked up a magazine 
from the end table and leafed through it.  Ladies Home Journal was running 
another piece this month by Lynda Bird Johnson on what she had done on her 
summer vacation.

Amy's parents were dead, of course -- they had died young -- and this had 
served to some extent to free her from the old taboos.  Once no one was 
watching, constraints quickly fell away.  She had been surprised at how 
fast they had gone.

Then, too, Mark had left them so well provided for, with money from the 
investments of a trust fund coming in regularly once a month rain or shine, 
that she found that she didn't have to work if she didn't want to.  And 
after she saw Billy, all thought of being away from home in the afternoons 
left her head completely.  And in recent weeks they had even taken to 
making love on the bear rug in front of the fireplace during his lunch hour 
from high school.

She chuckled.  She could remember very well that first day when they had 
truly found each other.  Ellen was out with the Carters somewhere, and 
Billy had come by for a Coke.  She had taken, for some reason, to lamenting 
on her loneliness to this sweet young boy.  And he had seemed so 
understanding.

"Don't worry, Mrs. Winthrop, you'll do okay," and he had put his hand down 
on her shoulder (she was sitting), glancing down at her excellent, high-
breasted cleavage through her open robe, her twin mounds of flesh breathing 
irregularly in shapely unrest just from his nearness.  He gulped then, and 
she looked knowingly up into his deep black eyes, running her tongue over 
her lips in order to moisten them.

Something prompted her to say, "You think I'm beautiful, don't you, 
Billy?" and she put her hand coolly on his, holding it trapped there on her 
softly rounded shoulder.  His flesh seemed unnaturally cold and shivering 
to her touch, and she watched his nostrils flare as he absorbed her heady 
female presence.

How instinctively her lips found the back of his hand, her tongue making 
little wet circles on it.  She was taking a terrible chance, of course, but 
it had proven to be well worth the risk.  His fingers came automatically up 
into her long jet black hair, plunging into all that softness with a little 
cry of ecstasy.  As though it had a mind of its own, her hand reached for 
the bulge in his bathing suit, and she found her heart's desire in an 
instant.

How manful he was!  She really hadn't expected him to be quite so huge in 
there!  His penis was curled up like a discarded snake-skin, but almost 
immediately it became pumped full of blood.  Her eyes widened as her 
fingers felt around the little sperm-producing factories of his balls, 
feeling them vibrantly throbbing with musky life, becoming full and 
expanding rapidly.

Her breath was coming so fast she couldn't believe it.  Wave upon wave of 
heated fluid was washing down from her excited vaginal walls to coat her 
pulsating pussy lips.  Lost in a mindless murk of forbidden desire which 
had no beginning nor any end, she eagerly reached her hand down past the 
waist band of his swimming trunks and felt his virile hardness.

"Oh ... you beautiful boy," she sighed.  "I'm ... I'm going to kiss your 
penis."  She heard him gasp in excitement and felt his body quiver as she 
pulled his trunks down over his lean buttocks to expose his wildly pulsing 
cock.

A moment later, with a small ecstatic sigh, she felt its throbbing head 
slipping through her wetly heated lips, the musky scent of his loins as 
heady as the aroma of warm bread fresh from the oven.  The lovely young 
mother closed her eyes and gurgled happily as the youth lifted his naked 
ass-cheeks off the chair and slid the entire length of his urgent, 
thrusting male hardness down into her throat.  She had never done anything 
like this when she was married to Mark, but now the past seemed to have 
been forgotten.  All she wanted in the world was to show her devotion to 
this beautiful boy.  She wanted to suck on his cock and feel all of his 
burning hot sperm spitting upward into her mouth, and she would swallow it 
greedily and wallow in her newly blossoming sensuality like a passionate 
whore.

"Oh, Mrs. Winthrop!" his youthful voice had wailed above her as she sucked 
on him vampireishly as if to draw out all of his blood as well as his 
semen, her tongue lashing strongly at every delicious pulsating ridge of 
his desire-swollen cock.  And then he had made it, cumming rapidly the way 
youngsters do, letting her starving throat gorge on the delicious hot fluid 
which filled her gluttonously sucking mouth.  He shuddered out his desire 
into her throat with lusty hot spurts and then, gasping, stumbled 
backwards.

Then her eyes locked on his ecstatic face, the voluptuous young mother let 
her gown drop to the floor and used the back of her hand to wipe the 
smeared cum from around her lips.  Amy let his eyes dwell hungrily for a 
moment on her gorgeously proportioned naked flesh, and then took him into 
the bedroom when his hands roamed voraciously over her body.  She let him 
explore everything, let him do and ask anything.

How he had loved to suck on her melon-like breasts at first!  Endlessly his 
mouth seemed to be at home on her large, overripe mounds of soft warm flesh 
and her tautly extended nipples.  He would draw in as much of the 
surrounding tissue as he could, until it veritably gagged him.  And then 
suck, suck, suck until she would almost orgasm for this exquisite pleasure 
alone.  At first his breast fetish had made her giggle, but then she just 
wallowed in it delightedly, running lips and tongue and mouth nibbled, 
licked, sucked hungrily on her breasts as if he had been starved for them 
his whole life.

Or as if she had been starved for this wonderful suck, which she had.

Eventually delirium and hysteria were the only terms left to describe how 
she felt when they made love.  Especially since he had discovered that she 
was turned on terribly by the use of filthy language.  He would spew out 
things like, "I want to lick your beautiful cunt, Mrs. Winthrop.  And fuck 
you in the ass, ramming my cock up into your asshole.  I'm going to chew on 
your cunt as if it was just a big wad of chewing gum.  And suck on your 
titties until I chew them off."  And this would really make her loins gush 
wildly, and she would go out of her mind for him.

She wondered sometimes if it had to do with the very illicitness of their 
situation.  For a woman her age to be so debauched and spoken to so 
disrespectfully by a youth of such tender years was so demeaning and 
humiliating -- after so many years of being a dominant type of personality, 
she was literally wallowing in humiliation.  And loving it more than 
anything!

Amy Winthrop sighed and stood up, dropping the magazine to the coffee 
table.  It was such a lovely morning, and she felt wonderful after the 
fifteen year old's energetic fucking last night.

Of course, it was true that she paid him.  But he was young and had no 
money, and she had plenty.  So there was no point in their not sharing it.  
And he gave her so much happiness, after all.

The birds sang.  The flowers bloomed.  All about their little house it 
seemed as if all was right with the world.

If only Ellen could someday be as happy as she was.  But that was a lot to 
ask for.  It wasn't natural for a woman to know such happiness as she had 
found with Billy.

But in any case there was no point in spending such a beautiful morning in 
the house.

Perhaps she would even stroll down the block and see what was going on down 
at the Carters'.  They might invite her in for coffee, and that wouldn't 
hurt anything.  Ellen had been rather distant of late, and occasionally she 
wondered about that.  Perhaps the Carters would have some clue as to what 
was bothering her.

That was it!  She would visit the Carters and see how things were going and 
what they were all up to.  It would all be cheery and casual.  The Carters 
were the sort of people who were always good company.  She would fix her 
hair and get herself together.

She turned on her heel and went upstairs to the bedroom.  Then she began 
selecting appropriate apparel for her visit.

Chapter 9

When Ellen remembered fully what had happened, she had flushed with shame 
and tried to flee, but the fat man had stopped her at the door of the 
kitchen, and Dominique and Maxwell Carter had quickly followed after him.  
In the ensuing struggle, they had literally ripped her clothes from her 
ripe young body until her naked breasts were quivering in the air and all 
of her flesh seemed to be prey to the maddening grasp of demanding hands as 
well as hungry lips and lapping tongues.

The fat man pressed her mouth open in a frantic, raping kiss, shoving his 
big tongue all the way down her throat until she gagged.  At the same time 
fingers were inserted and toyed with her tender little pussy, sliding 
sleekly in through the sparse pubic hairs and tickling at her defenseless 
cuntal lips until they were finally rewarded a light seepage of clear 
fluid.  There were fingers on her rounded buttocks as well, taking big 
handfuls of flesh in greedy grabs; hands pulling at her bobbing breasts as 
if they were cow udders; lips sucking hungrily at her nipples; and worst of 
all, dogs' tongues lapping all over at her nakedly vulnerable flesh, 
licking up the moist crevice of her ass-cheeks to make her tiny puckering 
anus tingle madly.  She seemed to be mere food, animal prey, for a gang of 
sensual vultures.  Every time she slapped a hand away, another came to take 
its place, or a tongue.  She was licked and lapped and kissed and squeezed 
and fondled in so many different places that she couldn't keep track.  
Eventually she weakened and surrendered to the unequal struggle.  
Everything in her lushly ripening body seemed to go lax.  Their continual 
massaging, groping, fondling of her newly-aroused flesh simply destroyed 
her will.  Now the beautiful thirteen year old blonde was naked as the day 
she was born and a mere plaything in their urgent hands and lips, while two 
searing German shepherd tongues burned off any resistance that might have 
been left to their ravishingly savage depredations on her quivering young 
flesh.

"Oh!  Oh!" she cried.  "Where are you taking me?"

Maxwell Carter easily lifted her struggling form and carried her back 
across the marble-tiled foyer beneath the high, dangling chandelier, down 
the steps and into the library.

"Please!  Oh, please let me go!" came her piteous wail.

"She's not near enough softened up yet," came Dominique's answering husky 
voice somewhere behind her.  "We've got to fuck her until she's crazy about 
it, and remembers everything, and lives only for that.  Get Lucifer and 
Handsome to fuck the life out of her again, Maxwell.  This time so that 
there's no mistaking the total effect.  We can't afford to have her running 
home to momma with naughty stories.  If we can't get her to beg us for it, 
then we're finished.  She's only thirteen years old."

The fat man, behind her, laughed as he grappled with their struggling young 
love-slave.  "Don't worry," he smirked.  "No young doll ever got fucked by 
Lucifer that didn't live just to love him for it.  She'll never want a man 
as long as she lives."

"No!" Ellen screamed, her arms and legs thrashing wildly as yet again a 
burning hot animal tongue snaked into her sweating backside crevice and 
pressed lingeringly against her trembling anal opening.  "What -- what are 
you doing to me?  Help!  Don't!  I beg you.  I don't need it!  I don't want 
it!  Please let me go!"

Maxwell Carter laughed, as if he had just heard the funniest statement ever 
made.  They dragged her with ferocious, enslaving resolve across the plush 
purple carpet, then up the brief stairs into the secluded bedroom with its 
large round bed and bright red sheets.  Now she was struggling and 
squirming and kicking in something akin to panic.

"Stop it, you silly little bitch!  You'd better do as we say," said Carter, 
shoving some photographs under her nose.  "Don't make us tie you up again, 
or we'll show these to your high-and-mighty mother."

Ellen shook her long blonde hair around and gazed weakly at the pictures.  
They were of herself and Handsome and that other dog, doing the most 
obscene things imaginable!

"Please, please," she whimpered, tears welling from her pretty blue eyes, 
her arms straining in their dominating grasp.  "What -- what have you done 
to me?  Why are you doing this to me!?"  The full horror of what was 
happening swept scathingly through her incredulous mind.  This couldn't be 
happening to her.  She had heard about teenage girls being raped, but never 
by nice people like this.  And certainly never including German shepherds 
in the vile act!  How could she have allowed herself to be so used?

"It's no use," came Carter's surprisingly rough and husky voice, "she's 
resisting too much.  We'll have to tie her up."

"She hasn't been fucked in the ass yet," said the fat man.  "She's still a 
little virgin in her ass-hole.  That's where Lucifer really wins them.  Let 
him ram that big red pike up her ass-hole until she goes dizzy with it."

Dominique had readied the bed now, and they gripped her tightly from 
seemingly every angle as they forced her naked teenaged body down on it.  
She damped her legs tightly together and drew them up, attempting to hide 
her precious treasure from their licentious gaze.  But it was no use.  In 
another moment they had spread-eagled her legs and her arms were above her 
head as they tied wrists and ankles, securing them with leather straps to 
facsimile bedposts at four points around the circular bed.  The helpless 
young girl squirmed against her bonds, sobbing, until they felt as though 
they would cut through her wrists.  It was hopeless.

Maxwell Carter sat down on the bed and it sagged under his weight so that 
she rolled slightly towards him.  "I'm going to ask you just to save us all 
a lot of trouble.  Believe me, eventually you're going to be in love with 
Handsome here," -- he indicated the panting dog -- "everybody is!  Without 
exception!  So why make things hard on yourself?  If you'll just submit and 
admit that you love him fucking you, you'll make it easier on all of us."

"I'll never do that!" she cried, her face contorting with outrage and fear 
combined.  "You drugged me last night!  I know you did.  Otherwise I'd 
never have done that.  Let me go and I'll promise to forget it all.  
Please!"

Maxwell shook his head wearily and sighed.  "Okay," he said, "I guess 
there's nothing left but to go through with it."  His right hand swept 
around suddenly and his fingers stroked affectionately in the sparse blonde 
pubic hair on the mound at the base of her rapidly rising and falling 
belly.  He dug through the yellow curls and there was an involuntary jerk 
of her youthful hips at the unexpected probe of her sensitive secret parts.  
"She's a natural blonde, too," Carter muttered, as if not quite believing 
it.

"Please stop that!  Don't!  You got me drunk last night!  I didn't enjoy 
any of it!"  Her pelvis screwed down into the mattress desperately to try 
to avoid his obscene fondling.  "Get away from me!  Please!"

Carter moved his outstretched finger up and down in her fear-moistened slit 
and looked at the two dogs that were sitting ready and waiting, their long 
tongues hanging out and gleaming with saliva.  "Then you do remember 
Handsome and Lucifer here eating you and fucking you?" he asked.

No!  No!  I don't remember!" she lied, her voluptuous torso squirming as 
the far man and Dominique appeared on either sides of the bed in order to 
each caress a separate breast.  A moment later, as if by some secret 
signal, they guided the girl's erect little nipples upward into their 
hungrily salivating mouths.  Now in addition to Maxwell Carter's brutal 
finger fucking up inside her relatively dry and unready young cunt, there 
was also these two, laving her breasts and sucking as if her sensitively 
throbbing nipples were all they wanted in the entire world.

A moan of pain escaped from Ellen's tortured lips, and her inner thighs 
relaxed voluntarily in order to ease the excruciating hurt.

"Come on," Carter prodded, his fiery finger digging deeper and being 
rewarded with some seepage.  "Admit these two dogs fucked you good."

"Yes, yesssssssss," she hissed as she relented to escape the cruel 
ravishing hand, and hoping for a respite from the wonderfully exciting 
mauling that was making her breasts harden and tingle with sensation.  
"They did.  Yesssss, they did!"

"Did what? he demanded lewdly.  "Come on, say it!"

"They fucked me!  Fucked me good!"  There, she had admitted it, spitting 
out the words in a combination of pain, humiliation, shame, and rapidly 
expanding pleasure.  She clenched her fluttering eyelids tightly shut, 
trying to blank out the sight of his perversely triumphant leer.  If only 
someone could save her -- even though the humiliation would be even greater 
when her rescuers stormed into the room and saw what these vile people were 
doing to her.  She would have to chance it.  Abruptly she began screaming 
at the top of her lungs until Dominique dealt her savage open-handed slap 
across her right cheek.

"No one can hear you here, my dear," said Carter in a leisurely drawl as he 
lit up a cigarette.  "The house is soundproofed from top to bottom.  And 
your mother doesn't expect you back until Monday morning.  Why don't you 
just relax and swim with it.  It's going to get you eventually, you know."  
He passed the marijuana cigarette over and forced it through her lips.  She 
began to cough, then something inside of her instinctively began to puff 
smoothly on the noxious weed.  Almost immediately a warmish, relaxed 
feeling entered her upper thighs and seemed to spread upward from there.

Her tight little vagina received another cruel thrust of Carter's finger, 
causing her to wince and cry out.  "No one can hear you, little blondie," 
gloated Carter.  "Looks like we'll just have to pull on those gorgeous big 
tits of yours until you come around."

And in a sense he was right in his prediction that she would "come 
around."  For by now Dominique and the fat man had been sucking and 
squeezing her breasts for so long that they felt like fruit so ripe that it 
was just bursting to be picked.  The tiny red tips had blossomed out into 
high, tough buds that tingled frantically with each electric lick of the 
talented tongues.

Carter laughed at her discomfiture and pushed the entire wedge of his 
fingers joined together into the little hair-lined opening of her squirming 
young pussy until they came in contact with the wetly heated walls of her 
vagina.  Then his fingers narrowed and bunched, gently running in and out 
of her.  Ellen blushed furiously with shame at the marvelous feelings 
swirling in her awakening young cunt from this expert ministration.  It was 
obscene for her to enjoy it so much she knew, but she couldn't help 
herself.  Even the humiliation was an aspect which seemed to heighten the 
wonderful urgings in her belly.  His fingers circled around up inside her 
pussy unhindered by resistance and increasing her lubrication by the 
second.

By now deeply pleasurable shocks were shooting through the frayed nerve 
endings of her hotly aroused body as her inner thighs became flooded with 
the same clear honeyish liquid covering his fingers and hand.  Her firm-
fleshed buttocks ground backward into the mattress, struggling to quench 
the lewdly searing flame which was now consuming morals, mind and reason.  
But the fire continued to rage, and she found herself moaning with deep 
felt pleasure despite her best will.

Carter snickered and played cruelly on by placing his thumbs on her moistly 
quivering pussy lips and pulled the heated layers of vaginal flesh slowly 
apart.  Ellen breathed heavily, striving with everything in her to 
recapture some of her fast ebbing moral strength.

And then she gave way.

The enslaved blonde thirteen year old groaned in defeat and acknowledgment 
of her lewd desire, as exquisite tinglings reverberated through the rising 
bud of her clitoris and upward into the nipples of her throbbing breasts, 
her straining thighs relaxing loosely in a wash of pure pleasure.  Her 
saliva-glistening breasts rose and fell tremulously under the fingers that 
were twisting and turning them and the mouths sucking on them.

Carter pushed her unresisting thighs wide with the rough palms of his hands 
and gestured once to Handsome.  The well-trained dog eagerly got up off his 
haunches and came over immediately ...

Chapter 10

Through a haze of molten sensuality Ellen sensed the mattress-sagging 
presence of Handsome's shaggy weight coming up silently on the bed before 
her, somewhere below her widely-spread knees.  She could hear him panting, 
and this seemed to urge the devils to dance faster around the rough pink 
edges of her naked cunt which now felt like a hot empty tunnel needing 
desperately to be filled.  Her passion-dazed eyes widened and focused on 
Handsome's tongue that was slaving before her, dangling wetly from the side 
of his mouth.  Her eyes locked greedily on it, for she knew this beautiful 
German shepherd was capable of making her whole again, capable of 
extinguishing the raging fire in her loins that was threatening to drive 
her mad.  The fears of debauchery and humiliation were forgotten.  She 
needed but one thing now, as Maxwell Carter's fingers fucked in and out of 
her heatedly quivering pussy and the fat man and Dominique sucked at her 
throbbing young breasts; she needed Handsome's tongue ... Handsome's penis.

"Like what you see, Ellen?" Carter whispered hotly into her little shell-
like ear.  "Like to have his tongue lick your cunt?  Want to have him fuck 
you?  What do you say?"

An involuntary shudder of desire shook her from toenails to hair ends.  
Yes, she did want that!  But how could she bring herself to admit it?

And all the while the gentle, maddening laving of her vulnerable exposed 
young body by three sets of mouths, hands and fingers continued, driving 
her wild.  It was inhuman for them to torture her like this ... inhuman ... 
inhuman ... inhuman ...

"Yessss," she hissed with a tearful whimper, the tone of her voice 
approaching that of a mournful, broken croak.  "Yessss, do it!  Oh ... 
pleeeeease!"

The faces of her three tormentors lit with triumph.  "Not so fast," said 
Carter, stilling them with his hand upraised.  "Just what is it you want 
Handsome to do with it -- say it!  You want him to fuck it!  Say it!"

"Yes!" she cried, all barriers down, straining at the cruel bonds which 
held her so that her teeth gnashed tightly from the pain.  "I want him to 
fuck me with it!  Hurry!  Please let him!  Oh God, I'm dying!"

"Do you want him to lick your cunt?  Say it!"

"Yes -- yes!  Only hurry!  Please let him lick my ... my cunt!"

Carter laughed and took away the restraining hand from Handsome's brightly 
buckled collar.  The well-trained German shepherd immediately made for the 
helpless, desire-shivering spread-eagled girl, his longish pink tongue 
snaking out and curling through the hair-lined furrow of her wetly seeping 
pussy.

"Ooooooohhh!" she moaned, straining at her bonds like one possessed.  All 
the pleasure in the world seemed to be surging through her debauched and 
quavering loins.  Her head flailed from side to side, her long golden hair 
like a wind-blown veil.

Around the bed her three predators hurried to undo the confining ropes from 
her wrists and ankles.  Ellen scarcely noticed them.  The passion-crazed 
thirteen year old blonde beauty was awash in a sea of lascivious lust and 
had no notice for anything in the world other than this marvelous feeling 
between her legs.  "Lick deeper, lick harder!" she screamed in desperation 
as Handsome's talented tongue curled like a scroll and began flickering in 
and out of her hotly pulsating vagina.  She groaned with frustration, 
splaying her legs over the big bed as her bonds were loosened, opening 
herself as wide as possible in order to give the big German shepherd easier 
access to her quivering femininity.

"All right, Lucifer," came the fat man's voice from somewhere.  "Show them 
what you can do now."

And then there was another sagging series of movements on the bed as the 
other German shepherd got on top of it, circling around on her right side.  
His long red tongue lashed out lizard-like and slipped into her open mouth 
before she was able to defend herself, and then to her surprise she found 
that she wanted it there, in there, fucking her mouth.  She sucked on his 
tongue in a wild frenzy of lust, her flesh trapped in a whirlpool of raw 
desire unlike any other feeling she had ever known before in her life.

Down below, Handsome's savagely licking tongue worked mercilessly at her 
wantonly writhing pussy, bringing gasps of pure happiness through the soul-
sucking kiss she was engaging in with the other dog.  She felt as if her 
peak was only a milli-second away.  If only they didn't stop ... no ... 
didn't stop ...

She buffeted her hot young cunt up into Handsome's snout hungrily, tears of 
frustration running down her passion-inflamed cheeks.  Oh God, she thought, 
hopelessly enslaved as they had said she would be, I am their slave.  They 
can do what they want with me.  I don't care!  I love it, love it!  It's 
like dying.  Oh Christ!

Ellen's sex-drugged body was writhing out of control, her eyes glazed and 
smoky with lust.  The thirteen year old was beyond objecting to anything at 
all now.  She wanted her belly filled with vast pools of molten sperm, 
wanted to be able to feel it sloshing around wetly inside her like warm 
quicksilver.

Handsome spread her fleshy young pussy lips joyously apart with his hot 
dredging tongue, following the soft path of light fuzz down into the moist 
inner layers of her cringing cunt.  The tiny pink bud of Ellen's clitoris 
clung to the velvety wet surface of his enormous tongue, and she wanted to 
shriek in rapture each time that sensitive nerve ending accidentally 
collided with one of his teeth.

She clenched her eyes tightly shut, alive with happiness and joyous desire 
at the whirlpools of sensation that were swirling so ecstatically 
throughout her aroused young body.  Her pelvis jerked forward, fairly 
burying the big dog's snout in her hotly throbbing cunt.  The fire down 
below had replaced every other thought she had ever had.

Now her freed hands didn't know which head to caress first, Handsome's or 
Lucifer's.  The second German shepherd had filled her mouth with his 
gigantic tongue, and she sucked on it hungrily, drawing sustenance from it 
which burned right down into her breasts and from there into her tautly 
rippling belly.  Her entire body felt like a great open fissure in the 
earth begging to be filled, aching, urging, agonizing to be engorged and 
stuffed with fiery hot flesh.  Nothing else in the world mattered now, just 
the flicking, dancing slap of that loving doggish tongue on her cuntal 
furrow and the other flooding her mouth with its hot, fleshy muscularity.  
Lucifer slipped his tongue out of her urgently sucking lips and began to 
lick her naked flesh as if she were a lollipop, lapping wetly at her 
throat, neck, sleek white shoulders and finally, her ardently pulsating 
young breasts ...

"Aarrrggghhh ... ooohhh yesss ... lick my tits ... oh God ... beautiful ... 
beautiful ... like that ... ooooohhh darling lover ooooooohhhhh ..."

The dog growled thrillingly, making her pelvis muscles shiver with 
excitement, lapping at her burning hot nipples until they felt as if they 
were going to explode.  Then again it licked on up over her throbbing, 
straining young throat, licking at her nose and eyes and cheeks, the thick 
hot saliva soaking her skin.  She rotated her desire-contorted face all 
around, searching with her open mouth for that wonderfully licking tongue.  
She found it again and sucked it deep into her throat with a low, ecstatic 
animal groan.

The lewdly leering faces of her three tormentors hung over the bed within 
inches of the thirteen year old girl's straining, lust-racked nakedness, 
watching delightedly as this shamelessly aroused blonde beauty was worked 
over by the two German shepherds.  She was dimly aware of their hands 
squeezing her exquisitely throbbing breasts and their fingers pinching her 
nipples as Lucifer licked around them.  Her flesh felt as if it were 
covered with beautifully licking tongue and caressing hands.  The 
exotically decorated bedroom had become an enormous octopus with thousands 
of grasping  tentacles reaching out to lewdly fondle her sex-enslaved young 
body.  Handsome's immense tongue was an uncontrollable monster spinning 
upward into her belly and about to come frantically, willy-nilly, out 
through her mouth, and curl around her white neck and silken, blonde-
tressed shoulders to dissolve her very molecules.  That ardently fucking 
tongue was tearing her soul from her body and devouring it with great gulps 
of depraved sensuality.

Hands rubbed obscenely over her squirming ass-cheeks from both sides of the 
bed fingers pulled excitingly at her fleshy hair-covered cuntal lips in 
order to give Handsome greater entrance for his murderous, soul-dredging 
tongue.  She felt someone's fingertip probing underneath her buttocks into 
the sweat-soaked cleft leading toward her wildly puckering anus, and the 
flicking teasingly at it like another tongue.  She winced as the 
outstretched finger suddenly popped through the tight little anal ring and 
forced its way deeply upward into the hot rubbery flesh within.  It moved 
around, expanding the tiny hole until the palm of the invisible intruding 
hand was flat against her smoothly undulating buttocks, the entire finger 
embedded deep up inside the throbbing hot tunnel, its tip tingling 
maddeningly against a wildly excitable gland inside there that she'd never 
ever dreamed she'd had.  Would wonders never cease!  What else did these 
wonderful people know about making her body happy?  They knew more by far 
than she had ever known herself!

Now the finger embedded in her nether passage joined Handsome's 
rhythmically plunging hot tongue in pistoning her helpless loins, bringing 
groans of agony and gasps of lewd delight from her open mouth in time to 
their simultaneous fucking of her love-dissolved flesh.

Her outrageous debasement and subjugation flooded her bloodstream with a 
masochistic pleasure that was totally new.  Her pelvis gyrated wildly with 
abandoned pleasure as the finger in her anus began stroking in and out, 
faster and faster.  "Yessss," she hissed.  "Goooooood ... oooooohhh 
ssssooooo goooooood ..." the naked teenager crooned, thrashing lewdly.  
"Don't stop!  Oh please!  Don't ever stop!"

She twisted her upturned buttocks faster and faster, trying to keep up with 
their savage rape of her ecstatically exploding loins, which seemed to be 
issuing hot lava from every fissure.  Wave upon wave of indescribable 
pleasure burned through her nervous system, curling her toes and fingers as 
if they were twigs in a roaring conflagration.  Her liquid passion gushed 
in a flood onto Handsome's handsome face and flowed in sticky washes all 
over her shivering thighs, soaking the mattress beneath her wildly grinding 
buttocks.

"Do you think she's ready?" came Dominique's husky contralto from somewhere 
off in the universe.

"I do," said Carter beside her.  And then suddenly strong hands were 
gripping her and pushing her over onto all fours on the giant bed, and 
Handsome's tongue had left her loins just as Lucifer's had left her French 
kissing mouth.

"Wait!  Let me go!" she screamed.  "Where are they?  Put them back!  Where 
are my dogs? Where are my lovers?  What have you done with them?"  She 
struggled wildly as they forced her into her new position.

"She's ready all right," came Carter's voice.  "Take it easy, little lady.  
In another second you're going to have all the German shepherd that any 
woman can handle.  Dominique, start the cameras.  She's primed like a 
fuckin' firecracker.  You were right about Lucifer, Angie.  Don't know how 
we forgot to get her ass fucked last night.  Totally slipped my mind."

"So long as it didn't slip your rod," came the fat man's voice.  "You've 
got to stop playing with it so much.  You're not keeping your mind on 
business."

"Enough talk.  Christ, she's a wildcat.  Grab her!"

They struggled silently for several moments longer as Maxwell Carter 
gripped her neck strongly, trying to force her shoulders down, and the 
other man tried to control her arms.  "Kneel!" Carter commanded imperiously 
of the half-conscious teenage blonde in bondage.  "Kneel, Goddamnit, I 
say!"

They grabbed impatiently at her hips and forced her to her knees.  Ellen 
rested panting for a moment on all fours, her long honey-gold hair 
streaming down over her bewildered face.  Her nakedly rounded buttocks 
waved high in the air while her full swaying breasts scraped the bedsheet.  
She felt through her sensual haze a pair of heavenly hands moving over on 
her hips, and she waved her straining ass-cheeks back in invitation at 
whoever it was.

And then there was something else.  The subtle spearing pressure of 
Lucifer's large and nicely-tapered cock, hard, wet and ready, against the 
tightly puckered entrance to her virginal rectum.  Having already been 
widened and made hungrily ready by the Fat man's raping finger, her nether 
passage fairly ached to be filled up again.  She wiggled her backside and 
tried to squirm backwards onto Lucifer's long slender organ.  It bumped the 
interior sides of her buttocks and then slid sweatily forward.  The tip of 
the taper slid through her tightly puckering anal orifice, and then Lucifer 
gave a mighty grunting bark and, propping his forepaws up on her back, 
rammed his lust-hardened penis viciously forward.

Ellen coughed and groaned.  This feeling was pain, but it was exquisite as 
well.  The finger that had been up inside her rectum previously could not 
remotely compare with it.  She could feel every delightful ridge along its 
meaty animal length as the powerful German shepherd drove upward and home 
into her sex-starved nether passage.  Lucifer widened her tight rectal 
channel as he went, imparting a fresh and wonderful thrill with each 
additional inch of his thrilling hot member.

By now her imprisoners were already positioning Handsome in front of her 
passion-twisted face.  He staggered forward on his hind legs in the giving 
soft bed under their guiding hands, then allowed himself to be pushed over 
onto his side.  His enormous red penis was sticking out like a pike from 
its furry sheath, spots of cum oozing from the sleek rubbery head.  As they 
moved him around, her face was suddenly confronted without warning by the 
hard erect animal penis; a second later it rammed into the lush warmth of 
the blonde teenager's gasping mouth.

Ellen was so far gone in her sensual debauchery, that the feel of this 
slippery animal penis sliding through her lips and into her hungrily 
waiting mouth only inflamed her loins all the further with mindless desire.  
She seemed to be beyond the point of caring what was done to her.  The 
taste of that muskily warm sexual organ, pulsating with blood along all of 
its healthy masculine length made her head swim.  Her eyes, half-lidded 
with sensuality, glowed like surging lights on an extra charge of 
electricity, and her mouth began sucking on the delicious hot meat so 
automatically that it seemed the most natural thing in the world.

Handsome began panting wildly and humping and sawing viciously into her 
face as if he were fucking a bitch in heat.  She gagged as his enormous 
member rammed halfway down her throat, its full length disappearing into 
her moistly ovalled lips almost to the hilt.  His hairy balls slapped 
softly against her chin, the soft fuzz covering them tickling like 
feathers.  She struggled to breathe, her mind and soul dissolving with 
lust, catching tiny gasps of air only on the greasy out-stroke of that 
magnificent-tasting penis.

"Woooooooonderful ..." she crooned as the two German shepherds buffeted her 
helplessly kneeling body back and forth like a rag doll between them, using 
her mouth and anal passage as receptacles for their pent-up animal desires.  
Ellen no longer felt fear or dismay; now she was a great mass of ectoplasm 
living only for pure sensation and pleasure.  The mental picture of her 
voluptuous young body being fucked in the mouth and in the rectum by these 
two handsome, furry creatures was wildly exciting in itself.  The hunger in 
her belly was like boiling hot honey lapping at her insides.  She undulated 
her raging buttocks in vicious little circles, squeezing Lucifer's adorably 
thrusting penis with her naturally gifted rectal muscles as if to milk it 
dry.  She wanted that fleshy animal staff boring into her nether passage -- 
amid Handsome's urgent yelps, squeals and barks -- to fill her belly again 
and again until her trembling young thighs were running thick with all of 
his hot sticky cum.  She wanted to wallow in bestial depravity with these 
two dogs she was in love with.

She sucked voraciously at Handsome's almost bursting cock, licking 
thirstily at the little spots of cum as they appeared from the tip, her 
cheeks hollowing and filling correspondingly with his cruel animal thrusts.  
Meanwhile her nakedly churning buttocks tried to worm back up rhythmically 
to match Handsome's furious fucking of her backside, wiggling and shaking 
from side to side.

She couldn't remember ever tasting a cock of any kind before, so she had no 
way of knowing whether Handsome's was in any way superior to all the rest 
in the world.  All she knew was that its taste was soooo delicious and that 
she felt as if in another minute she could even conceivably have an orgasm 
right in her mouth from the marvelous canine fucking she was receiving.

My God, she thought, nobody ever told me.  If this is sex, it's the most 
wonderful thing in the world.  They've been keeping it a secret from me.

The cute blonde teenager licked wildly at the blood-filled tip of the 
German shepherd's penis.  She wanted it to shoot in her mouth, not just 
with mere droplets of sperm, but with entire barrels full.  She wanted to 
swallow it and feel it running down her throat until her stomach was as 
full as her rectum.  She wanted it to flood every pore in her hyper-sexed 
teenage body with great torrents of scalding hot joy.

The two expert German shepherds did what they could to oblige.  For 
simultaneously with the expanding tide of her own approaching orgasm, she 
felt the penis fucking into her from behind begin to inflate frantically 
and then burst forth in a shower of cum-filled sparks, spewing its white 
hot load deep up into her wildly clasping anal column.  The dog's burning 
semen ricocheted around inside her belly, finally dripping back down again 
onto his fiercely spurting penis and sliding down it to seep through the 
snugly puckering anal ring and then down his penis some more into the 
matted hair of the dog's surging belly.  Lucifer barked once, twice, and 
more, happily for joy, and the sound of this barking excited his dominated 
blonde love-slave furiously so that she sucked all the more madly on 
Handsome's sperm-bloated cock, which the other dog had now buried in her 
throat right to the hilt.

She was rewarded with an explosion of warmish sweet cum that flooded her 
throat with its pungent taste, her cheeks expanding like a balloon to keep 
pace and to prevent her choking on the great savages gushes that squirted 
without pause into her hungry young throat.  Ellen swallowed in crazed 
hungry gulps, fastening her lips like a snug elastic ring around the 
swiftly ejaculating instrument, afraid to lose even a single drop of the 
wonderfully delicious fluid.  Tiny droplets ran from the corners of her 
mouth as Handsome howled in what could be described only as pleasure and 
then pulled his rapidly deflating cock from her glistening young lips.  His 
penis flopped lifelessly in front of her still ravenously licking mouth, 
narrow strings of animal sperm still connecting to the deflated cock 
several inches away.

Ellen continued to screw her buttocks back tightly against Lucifer's still 
squirting organ in her rectum, milking it energetically with her rippling 
sphincter muscles, as with a rapturous shriek, she felt her own body 
explode into what seemed a million minuscule fragments shooting off into 
space.

"I'm cumming," she screamed proudly.  "I'm cummmiinng!"

Tremor after tremor of wildly ecstatic pleasure made her kneeling young 
body jerk like a puppet on strings, and then she began moaning loudly in 
lewd delight, trying to pedal her open legs as if she were trying to crawl 
away, and an explosion of molten hot cum came flooding out of her teenaged 
loins like lava from an upside-down volcano, creating a milky pool on the 
mattress that made her knees slip and slide.

Gasp after gasp broke from her panting, passion-inflamed lips.  She felt as 
if her soul were being ripped apart by the talons of an enormous eagle.  
But if this was dying, it was so heavenly that she knew she would want to 
do it again and again, right up to the very end of her life.  She shuddered 
as everything in her soul and flesh started coming apart and singing with 
ecstasy.  She wanted this moment never to end.  It was a combination of 
being burned alive and having one's insides pumped full of honey from a 
giant hose.

It seemed like an eternity before she finally could get her head together 
again, and in between she collapsed with relaxed and exhausted happiness, 
falling into a post-orgasmic doze of indeterminate period.  She could feel 
careful hands arranging her body so that she was able to nap more 
comfortably, and then there was a cool sheet being thrown over her sweat-
cooled flesh.

And then she slept!

Eons later -- it seemed -- when she awoke, the beautiful thirteen year old 
girl gazed up weakly around at her three friends and their two dogs.  A 
soft smile of gratitude crossed her radiant face.

Dominique smiled back at her and came over to sit down on the edge of the 
bed and run her fingers pleasantly through the opulent teenager's long gold 
hair.  "Have a nice doze, precious?" she asked.

"Oh yes, Dominique.  Are you all right?"

The men laughed.  "We're fine," said Dominique.  "It's you we're concerned 
about, dear.  How do you feel?"

"Oh, Dominique," the winsome young creature breathed, nestling her face 
into the older woman's lap.  "I've never felt so happy in my entire life," 
she blushed.  "I've been very foolish."

They all smiled.  "All right, then," said Dominique sweetly.  "Let's go in 
and finish breakfast then.  I'll bet you're famished."

Chapter 11

Amy had been using the big brass knocker on the Carters' big oak door for 
some time before she heard footsteps approaching from the other side.

At first she had assumed that her pretty young daughter and the Carters had 
gone for a drive somewhere, when there seemed to be no answer forthcoming 
from the big house.  She knew how Ellen enjoyed riding in their convertible 
with the top down, her waterfall long honey hair floating gloriously in the 
wind.  The Carters were probably her favorite people since they'd come to 
Kenilworth.  They were so refined and well-to-do.  Little wonder Ellen 
found their company so pleasant.

There was a disconcerting one-way peephole in the Carters' front door, and 
now Amy had the distinctly discomforting impression that someone was 
peering at her through it.  In such situations even the most cool 
individual would find it difficult to contrive a casual appearance, and Amy 
Winthrop was by no means cool.  She fidgeted and looked alternately away 
from the little peephole, then back again defiantly with her eyebrows 
narrowed.  She wasn't sure at all that she approved of this sort of 
circumspectness on the part of ordinary neighbors.  One would think they 
were running a house of ill repute or something.

Then suddenly the door opened and there was Maxwell Carter, a tall, dark 
and handsome brute of a man with long wavy black hair and steely blue eyes 
which bored right through a person.  "Hello, Amy," he said pleasantly.

"Hello," she smiled shyly.  "Just thought I'd come by to borrow a cup of 
sugar."  She looked up at his grand, broad-shouldered form.  He seemed to 
fill the whole foyer.  Almost six-foot-three, at least, she thought with a 
pleasant and easy comparison of his mature and sensual manhood, very 
dignified, and Billy Erspamer's winsome youthfulness.

He smiled indulgently and took her arm, guiding her inside and closing the 
door behind her.  Their feet clattered on the elegant hardwood tiles of the 
entrance hall.  "Ellen isn't here right now," he said in a masterful tone.  
"She's gone with Dominique up to our lake cottage at Libertyville.  Is 
there anything I can get you?  A martini, perhaps?"

Amy smiled nervously.  This was the first time she had ever been alone with 
this devastatingly handsome man, and she had to admit that it gave her 
butterflies in her stomach.  Her adventure with Billy Erspamer seemed to 
have heightened her general sexual awareness and sensitivity tremendously.  
She tried to be casual as she said, "Well, I rarely drink in the daytime 
..."

"Just one, then," said Maxwell, taking her arm and guiding her dominantly 
towards the library.  In another moment they were down the steps and 
walking across the plush purple carpeting towards the bar that had come 
sliding around open at the far side of the room.  Amy smiled uncertainly 
and looked around.  She had never been in such plush surroundings before.  
The Carters indeed seemed to have everything!  She had never been in their 
library before, but the immediate impression of sumptuousness and spare-no-
expense was forceful and pervading.  She was impressed.

Carter went around behind the bar and began mixing them both a drink as she 
watched him.  He said casually, looking down at his bottles and glasses in 
the sink below the bar, "The girls probably won't be home until quite late.  
That gives us some time to get acquainted and get to know each other.  
We've really been meaning to get to know you better.  Ellen is quite a 
delightful child to have around."

She tried to read his words for anything more subtle, but his manner was so 
innocuous she failed to uncover any sinister hidden meanings.  He was just 
a decent individual, a good man, and he really meant what he said, 
obviously.

She took the drink from him and smiled.  "Thank you."

"Have a seat."  He indicated the couch in back of her.

She sat down smiling and lifted her drink to her lips.  The taste was not 
quite martini, but it was good and warming.  She had the heady sensation 
that it was flowing right down her throat and into her vitals, which seemed 
to turn over with the minimum reaction required of a cold engine on a cold 
morning.

"So how are you finding our little town?" asked Carter pleasantly, his 
right arm resting casually over the back of the red leather arm chair so 
that she couldn't see his finger press a hidden button wired beneath the 
piano in back of it.

"Oh, it's very nice.  The neighbors are very nice too, of course."

She drank some more of her very pleasant drink and noticed with a dull sort 
of awareness a very faint vibration which seemed to be in either the couch 
or in her loins, or perhaps both, as if a truck were passing in the street 
outside the house.  She tried to shift her seat without being too obvious, 
but it seemed as if she had sat on some sort of ridge in the cushion, and 
it wasn't very easy to slip off of it.

"I understand you're a widow," he said pleasantly, drinking.

"Oh yes," not sure whether that required a smile or what.

"Must be difficult.  After all those years of marriage, to suddenly be 
without a man."

The vibrations seemed to have increased subtly.  There was a rubbery 
probing just beneath her rounded ass-cheeks.  It seemed to be some sort of 
instrument inside the cushion.  But that was absurd.  She felt very self-
conscious.  His eyes were warmly upon her, and she felt awkward about 
trying to shift to another part of the couch.

She took another sip of her drink, which had turned truly delicious.  The 
warmish feeling in her stomach was expanding into her rib cage, and from 
there upward into her deliciously ripened breasts.  Her nipples began to 
tingle.  She said, somewhat awkwardly, almost afraid of what he might 
reply, "Well, of course one gets used to having a man about the house ..."

"No, I mean for sex," said Carter frankly.  He leaned forward, his glass in 
his large hairy hands.  "I mean, after all those years of regular fucking, 
it must get very lonely inside your ..."

"I beg your pardon?" she asked, scarcely believing that she had heard 
correctly.  Surely this well-spoken and good-looking man hadn't used that 
lewd word!  Her eyes lifted and widened with astonishment.  Beneath her, 
the pleasant sonorous drone of his roughly masculine voice had served to 
distract from the strange sensation of vibration under her loins.  There 
definitely seemed to be something poking up now between her legs.  The 
shape of it was roughly that of the end of a broom handle, round and firm.  
And she would have sworn it was really vibrating.  She looked at her drink, 
puzzled.  It was too late to move, as she seemed to be stuck on this ridged 
column.  And anyway her lower body suddenly felt very tired.

Carter leaned forward, putting his fingers on her knee so confidently that 
she couldn't bring herself to object.  He looked deeply into her eyes, and 
she found that his were slightly more hypnotic than they had been when he 
had first opened the door.

"But don't you feel," he asked, "that you are missing something when you 
don't have a man's long hard cock sliding up and down inside your juicy 
cunt from time to time?"

Amy gasped and put her hand to her throat.  This conversation had gotten 
altogether out of hand.  And now the strange sensations building in her 
loins served to keep her rooted to her seat.  She didn't know if this 
tingling feeling was being caused by the vibrating prod in the cushion or 
by the drink or by the terribly wicked things he was saying, or perhaps by 
a combination of all of it.  But in any case, despite her brain's 
insistence that she flee, her belly and thighs didn't seem to want to let 
her.  Her sensually excited body seemed to be drenched with a weakness 
somewhat similar to what one feels during a bad case of the flu.

Then too, there was the fact that Maxwell Carter was a very handsome man.  
Now that Billy Erspamer had opened the floodgates with his masterful 
awakening of her voluptuous body, she had become aware of other men, too.  
Of men in general.  Of sex in general.  Where was the harm?  She was a 
mature woman!  Maxwell Carter was a mature and attractive man.  For all she 
knew his penis might feel even better than young Erspamer's.  That might be 
worth cheating on Billy for.  And he wouldn't demand pay, either.  With 
Ellen and Mrs. Carter away for the afternoon, it might prove a joyous 
respite to somewhat vary her sexual activities.

But on the other hand she mustn't appear too easy.  Men never respected 
women who were human punchboards.

She crossed her legs at the knees, showing just a small amount of thigh and 
said absurdly primly, "I really don't think that's a topic open to general 
discussion.  Isn't there something else we could talk about?"  She 
scrunched down into her seat over the vibrating prod, which seemed to be 
stuck right up into the softly flanged lips of her warmly tingling pussy 
now.  She tried to move slightly away in order to relieve the tantalizing 
sensation, but this only seemed to make it worse.

"Then you don't enjoy it when Billy Erspamer rams his big hard cock up into 
your sweet little cunt, Amy?"

The startled young mother gasped and put a hand to her throat.  "Where -- 
where ... oh God!  Who ... told you that?"  Suddenly she felt like 
screaming.  If this man knew of her transgressions with Billy, then 
everyone in town must know it!

He came over abruptly and sat down next to her.  Now it was really 
impossible to move.  The vibrating broomstick beneath her loins was making 
her breath come faster and faster, and she knew her panties were already 
soaked from the lewd excitement.  It was going to be impossible to retain 
her composure for very much longer.

"Oh, little boys have a way of bragging about their exploits," he said, his 
hand moving casually up inside her skirt along her sleek inner thigh.  "You 
should have selected a more mature and discreet individual for your amorous 
adventures.  Believe me, that would work out best.  If you're going to fuck 
with children, they only fuck you back.  Your hot little cunt is probably 
the talk of the locker room at New Trier High."

The sensations swimming through her internal organs were undeniable now.  
She wanted to push his hand away, or slap it, but his words were so 
startling that she was thrown into confused rout.  This was not orderly, 
this approach.  Like most women, she was befuddled and disarmed by any 
approach to her vault of love which was distinctly out of the ordinary.  
She honestly didn't know what to do.  And now that terrible vibration of 
the bony prod inside the couch cushion had increased dramatically.  She was 
being masturbated and she knew it; but the furthest thing from her mind was 
flight.  Far from it!  By now she definitely wanted something stuffed up 
inside of her wildly throbbing cunt that would help to still the live 
sensations swarming in her belly.

His words were also adding to this incitement dramatically.  Shit, fuck and 
piss, suck and lick and eat were all words that Billy Erspamer used to turn 
her on and make her want to have wild uninhibited sex.  She was programmed 
to respond to obscene language.

So she just stared at him, hypnotized, like a rabbit watching a python 
slowly uncoil.  His hand came to rest softly against the white-pantied 
pubic triangle up between her thighs and, surprisingly to her, she did not 
resist automatically.  Then his fingers were tickling at her frantically 
aroused genitals as his leonine head came forward, blocking out the light 
until she felt as if she were slipping into an immeasurable abyss.  Before 
she knew what was happening, his lips were on hers, hot and heavy, 
breathing with passion as his tongue attempted to penetrate through her 
nervously quivering red lips.

At first the beautiful young widow was not sure how to react, but by now 
she was besieged by so many mutually distracting sensations that she was at 
a loss as to how she might cleverly resist without putting him off too 
much.  After the initial minor resistance, her mouth opened instinctively 
and she sucked in his massive tongue, helpless to do anything but stroke it 
with her lips in the way honored by so many thousands of generations of 
womankind.

Her body shivered as his hands moved down over her softly round buttocks 
and began lifting the rear of her skirt.  Now her excitedly tingling loins 
were totally open to the magnificent masturbatory sensation of whatever was 
going on inside the vibrating cushion with its unseen dildo.

He nudged her hips up then and she lifted them without resistance, breaking 
off their kiss long enough to mutter, "You're sure they won't be coming 
home soon?"

His only reply was a primitive grunt, and then his outsized fingers were 
slipping her panties off ripely rounded ass-cheeks and down her long 
tapered legs, finally dragging them off her feet as he took off her shoes.  
Amy smiled dreamily, going along with the tide, running her fingers through 
his curly hair.  It would have been senseless to protest this far along.

She murmured something unintelligible and put her wet little tongue into 
his ear as his masterful hands slipped under her blouse to unhook her 
brassiere, which fell away without effort as she moved around so that he 
could pull it off.  Her proudly upthrust breasts trembled and hardened 
slightly as they made naked contact with his big rough hands, and she 
groaned in ill-concealed eagerness.

She was naked now and yet curiously felt no extreme apprehension.  Indeed, 
her lush mature body strained and worked with his hands as they coursed 
over it.  He rubbed her quivering ass-cheeks in small circles, gently 
pressing apart the two full white moons in order to slide his finger toward 
the tiny puckered hole of her anus where it lay winking like a red star in 
the night within its soft hairless crevice.  His tongue was again forcing 
its powerful presence down into her open mouth, and she found herself 
sucking on it ravenously.

In another moment his searching fingers had begun sluicing through the 
satiny moisture of her ebony black pubic hair.  He pressed his outstretched 
middle finger up between the wetly heated flanges of her cuntal lips and 
she jerked spasmodically from this unexpected contact which sent a warm 
ripple of erotic sensation up her naked spine.

Amy groaned.  The vibration in the cushion had continued, and it pressed 
upward into her nether passage as he turned her over so that she was flat 
on her back with the whole of her naked front presented to him like a 
delicious photograph of curvaceousness.

"Christ, you have some body," he muttered earnestly as his hands continued 
with their urgent work, titillating her throbbing hot flesh until she 
thought she would go out of her mind.  "Ellen has nothing on you; nothing 
at all, believe me."

Ellen?  What did she have to do with it?  What did he mean by that?

He ran his hands reverently over her ripely matured breasts, her flat white 
stomach, her firm young thighs, dragging soft mewls and whines of fierce 
pleasure from her open mouth.  Tiny licking flames were consuming her naked 
flesh, between the softness of her inner thighs, out through the tips of 
her throbbing and now hard nipples, and down back again into the seething 
cauldron of her vagina where it roared with white hot heat like the 
interior of a blast furnace converting high-grade ore to steel.

"My God," she groaned softly, "Oh my God, Maxwell.  I like it.  Oh go on.  
Don't stop."

Carter didn't need any urging.  Glancing briefly in the direction of the 
hidden motion picture cameras, he continued rummaging his hands over her 
lush nakedness and exploring her warm moist mouth with his saliva-drenched 
tongue.  His fingers ran up between her thighs, searching for the seething 
core of her being.  Her feverish cuntal furrow fairly jerked upwards toward 
his touch as if magnetized.  "Aaaahhhh, that's it, that's it ... oh ... 
aaahhhhhh ...!" she sighed without pause, searching his mouth with her 
tongue and sucking on his hot pink bludgeon as if it were a miniature penis 
fucking her mouth.

Pausing only momentarily to strip off his clothes, Maxwell fell down again 
upon the victimized and nakedly writhing young widow, covering her 
excitedly quivering breasts with kisses and twisting them savagely with his 
hands.  His mouth sucked first on one nipple, then on the other, until they 
were both standing like flags on a mountain peak.

Slithering on top of her eagerly squirming body, he could feel her 
shivering with undisguisable passion beneath him.  "You planned this, you 
devil," she gritted hoarsely.

"Of course, my dear," he grinned down at her, tantalizing her sensitive 
flesh.

"Get it over then.  You're driving me crazy!"

Carter laughed and drew her unresisting thighs up the sides of his hips.  
Only then did she really become aware of his massively pulsating penis.  
She started when she saw the menacing spear of hard flesh and the heavy, 
sperm-bloated balls swinging softly beneath it.  But nonetheless the 
hopelessly aroused young mother spread her legs still wider, offering her 
wetly throbbing vaginal slit in sacrifice to his immense masculinity.

"Put it in," he croaked, then let his breath out with a long, low gasp as 
her hand burrowed down without hesitation and her warm fingers closed 
snugly around his rigid thrusting maleness, one thumb running 
affectionately up and down the sperm-bloated ridge beneath.  Then her thumb 
and forefinger tightened around the throbbing purplish head, slowly but 
firmly pulling it toward her gaping vaginal aperture.  He gasped as she 
peeled back the foreskin and gently pressed the sensitive moist tip against 
the fleshy wet folds of her open cunt.  Her soft black pussy hair caressed 
it as it passed on through, the mouth of her vagina blowing on his cock 
with a burning desirous blast.  The temptation was almost overwhelming to 
lunge forward and sink the whole of his heavy pulsating penis with one 
mighty flesh-splitting thrust into her quivering little belly.

By now Amy was truly groaning with lust, tiny unintelligible gasps of 
hunger and pleasure seeping from between her tightly clenched teeth.  Her 
soul literally ached as much as her body as her womb contracted with lust 
like a hungry animal.  His great throbbing hardness was at the tight 
entrance to her vagina, pressing smoothly into the passion-saturated folds.  
Oh God!  What was he waiting for?  It was agony ... no, wait ... there he 
was ... parting the silken softness of her black pubic hair with his hotly 
throbbing thickness.

"What are you waiting for?" she gasped.  "Hurry ... the others will come 
back ..."

"I want to fuck your tits," he said, working his long rigid penis 
tormentingly around the outer edges of her wildly quivering cuntal mouth.  
He looked down at her large firm breasts with their enormous dark centers 
and erect nipples swaying gently outward from her slender rib cage and 
quivering slightly with each mewling gasp from her passion-soaked throat.  
Then he slithered up her chest and straddled her with one leg on either 
side of her torso, gently placing his throbbing hot penis within the narrow 
cleft of her soft warm fleshiness.

Fuck my tits?  What on earth ...

Carter's hand reached down and crushed the resilient mounds between his 
strong, sinewy fingers, kneading and stretching them until she moaned with 
ecstasy.  He watched them ooze through his hands like flaccid foam rubber, 
soft and yet springing back into voluptuous shape the moment the pressure 
of his hands abated.  He pressed them together so that they met across her 
chest and formed a velvety yielding tunnel in which his cock was sensuously 
entrapped.  Then he began a gentle rocking motion, thrusting his pulsating 
rigidity in and out through the warm fleshy passage formed by her mounds, 
bumping her chin to wipe off the tiny spots of moisture as they appeared in 
the lust-swollen head of his penis.

Amy breathed heavily, totally unconscious of the subtle whirring of motion 
picture cameras in the distance.  A smoky veil of passion obscured her 
dilated pupils, her nostrils flaring like a race horse's.  This felt so 
unearthly nice.  Why hadn't anyone ever used her breasts before like this?  
Her hips and buttocks writhed with desire, and her thighs trembled with 
unrelieved energy.  This was nice -- fun -- but it wasn't what she wanted.  
If only he would fuck her and quell this raging desire!

But Carter had received a signal from behind the one-way mirror by the 
fireplace, just a subtle flash of light like that of a flashbulb going on.  
He nodded and his eyes locked unsmiling on her full red sensuous lips which 
were still quivering with desire.

He worked his way up her body slightly until his knees were on either side 
of her throat and his long thick cock pulsated directly over her beautiful 
sensuous face, giving her eyes a view of the throbbing sperm-filled ridge 
underneath it.  His testicles rested gently against her moistened chin.  He 
sat still for a moment, feeling the firm resilient mounds of her breasts 
squashed down under his buttocks.  Then he placed both hands behind her 
head and lifted it up off the bed, bending her neck up towards him so that 
her mouth was directly in front of his impatiently pulsating organ.  Then 
he shoved forward, his buttocks rolling on the cushion of her massive 
breasts, until the tip of his penis was pressed softly between her slightly 
ovalled lips.  He groaned as he felt the soft lipsticked surfaces brushing 
gently over his cockhead as her lips fell limply open, and her face moved 
forward of her own volition .

Her warm moist lips had barely ovalled around his hotly throbbing cock 
before the desire-crazed young widow started using her tongue, swiping it 
around it make his penis jerk violently.  Her lips moved down his lust-
thickened shaft of flesh to take in as much of it as her throat could 
swallow, coating its sensitive skin with saliva and an undulating warmth.  
He pushed his hands along either side of her hollowing cheeks and pressed 
inward as she licked and sucked hungrily.

Amy's tongue curled around his organ as if all the burning hunger in her 
cunt was now concentrated in the heat of her mouth.  He flexed his loins in 
and out and rolled his backside around on her breasts as she took in all of 
his long hard cock and burrowed her nose in is own cum-filled testicles 
slapping against her chin as she sucked, was excruciating and unbearable; 
he felt as if his penis were blowing up like a balloon.  Then, almost 
before he realized what was happening, there was a shudder in his belly and 
a liquid white flow came rushing like a waterfall up from his aching balls 
and out the bridge of his rapidly jerking organ.  He gripped her head 
tightly with his fingers in her hair and rammed his wildly ejaculating cock 
far back into her throat, not letting her escape.  She groaned as the heavy 
spurts of fiery hot cum came squirting out, stretching and bloating her 
cheeks to bursting.  But she swallowed gluttonously, sputtering to keep 
from choking on the sticky white semen as he emptied his testicles into her 
voraciously sucking mouth.

She continued to suck hungrily on his deflating penis, undulating her 
buttocks and rubbing her thighs together, their tops flooded with her own 
liquid excitement.

Resolved to get her own orgasm as well, Amy licked and bit at his cock 
gently until it began to fill up with blood again.  Then when her tongue 
and lips had restored it fully, her head dropped heavily back onto the 
couch, and the shamelessly aroused young widow spread her legs wide.  The 
rejuvenated male instrument slipped wetly from her cum-filled lips, and her 
eyes flickered open as she peered at him through smoky, desire-ridden 
dilated pupils.  Then came her desperate croak, "Fuck me."

Carter smiled superciliously and moved down to make the connection.  He 
could feel her wetly heated pussy lips throbbing with excitement as his 
fingers guided his rigid pole of flesh straight through her gaping cuntal 
mouth and into the furnace hot depths below.  Her pussy hair was by now 
heavy with sexual secretion, and he was able to slide right up to her 
cervix with a single long, smooth stroke, which brought a gasp of rapture 
from her lust-constricted throat.  There was not the slightest resistance 
as the naked young mother groaned with happiness and dug her fingernails 
into his swiftly moving buttocks.  The smooth walls of her hotly quivering 
vagina covered his invading cock with more lubricant and undulated 
passionately as it moved on through, going deeper, ever deeper, up into her 
belly.

Amy felt as if her body was singing all over as Maxwell's masterful penis 
began pistoning in and out of her tightly clasping cunt.  Her entire 
insides seemed to open like a sunflower to his wonderfully hard 
penetration.  And then she began groaning and sighing ecstatically as he 
fucked her as viciously as he knew how, her voluptuous young body 
shuddering with wild, abandoned jerks, "Sssssssooo goooood," she moaned, 
her arms wrapping snugly about his swiftly-moving body, her face contorting 
with ecstatic passion.

Wet smacking sounds resounded through the library as they fucked 
demonically, like two people possessed, her cuntal lubricants overflowed 
the snug connection and flowed into the hotly undulating crevice of her 
buttocks.  Her sex-ravenous body gyrated enthusiastically, anguishing as it 
sought its climax.  Amy churned and twisted and thrashed, shrieking and 
begging and cursing for him to fuck harder and deeper.  She spiraled her 
hungry little cunt up and down over his lust-hardened cock as though her 
hips were on a yo-yo string ... up and down ... up and down.  Then ... it 
was there, the string breaking without warning!

"Oh God!  I'M CUMMING!  DARLING!  I'M CUMMING!" she shrieked, locking her 
ankles high up around his back, and then all of her orgiastic fluid came 
gushing out in a mighty rush, flooding his sperm-laden balls, buttocks and 
thighs.  He shoved her violently quaking thighs up over her shoulders and 
rammed his hips forward, grinding as deeply into her wildly convulsing 
vagina as he could go, until his hot liquid sperm exploded deep up inside 
her, shooting spurt after spurt into her warmly welcoming womb.

Chapter 12

On the other side of the one-way mirror which encircled the Carter's 
elegant stone fireplace, Ellen sat in an easy chair stroking Handsome's 
crown as the big dog gently nuzzled and licked at her swarming young pussy.  
She could no longer remember how many times he had fucked her and licked 
her cunt, all she knew was that she felt ridiculously happy and relaxed.

The fat man and the other, rather good-looking dog had gone home.  It was 
herself and Dominique sitting back here with the motion picture cameras as 
they whirred, getting her mother's adventure with Maxwell Carter from every 
angle.

"Golly, my mother sure can suck cock, Dominique," said the buxom teenage 
blonde in awe.  "I'd never have believed it."

Dominique squeezed the child's hand affectionately.  "Remember what I told 
you, Ellen.  Whatever your differences, she's still your mother."

Ellen shrugged luxuriously, her budding young breasts quivering in teenaged 
exuberance.  "Oh poo, I don't care about Billy Erspamer any more."  Then 
she smiled.  "You've shown me that sex is normal, Dominique.  You and 
Maxwell."  She blushed.  "I just want to show my appreciation."

Dominique looked through the glass to where Amy Winthrop was whining and 
moaning in delight under Maxwell's masterful fucking.  "You have already, 
dear.  And it was a good thing you told us about Billy.  That and a few 
other things helped up to soften your mother up somewhat."

"Looks like she's having an orgasm," said the thirteen year old 
thoughtfully, biting her lip as she looked vaguely jealous.

Dominique smiled.  "She certainly is!  As soon as she's finished, we'll 
bring Handsome out to say hello to her."  She squeezed Ellen's hand again.  
"Would you like that, dear?  Would it turn you on to see our nice big doggy 
fucking your hot-blooded mother?"

"You know it would, Dominique.  More than anything."  Ellen rested back in 
the chair as Handsome's tongue spun like a bullet up through her moistly 
churning young cunt.  She was almost ready to come again.  And after that 
-- why, after that, their families were going to have whole new lives 
together.

She looked into the future and saw only fullness and sunshine.

The End

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