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.
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.
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.
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.
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