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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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