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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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