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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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