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…
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.
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…
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.
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