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CR-2005 The Widow's Companion by Author Unknown
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Chapter 1
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Dominique Carter placed the highball in the hand of the buxom blonde
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thirteen year old and stepped back, her deep green eyes smiling
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felinely.
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"Go on, dear, there's no harm in it," she coaxed. "It's just a little
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highball."
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But Ellen Winthrop, whose father had died nine months previous after an
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acute bout with alcoholism, shook her pretty head firmly. Her satiny
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soft long blonde hair flew attractively around her perfectly oval
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youthful face. The long dark lashes over her sparkling, innocent blue
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eyes fluttered as she refused, saying, "Oh, but I couldn't, Mrs.
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Carter. My mother wouldn't permit it."
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Dominique smiled indulgently and took the glass from her again. She
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shook out her long red hair and said sweetly, "Well, that's right,
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dear. You should always do what your mother tells you." Damnit, a small
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voice whispered inside her head.
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Not that this terrible primness didn't make their lovely young neighbor
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all the more intoxicating company. At times Dominique suspected that it
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was this very naivete that was driving herself and her husband Maxwell
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so wild with anticipation. Ellen was so unremittingly good that Maxwell
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was really going out of his mind for her, and Handsome, their big
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German shepherd was as well. Handsome sniffed around the sweet over-
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developed teenager to an extent which even made Dominique not a little
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jealous. But if the anticipation was excruciating, so also was their
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fierce desire to get some good movies of Ellen misbehaving. She was the
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most gorgeous little piece of femininity and perfection they had run
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into in a long time, and any film footage they could get of her would
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sell like hotcakes, literally. Men always liked performers who were
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busty with long blonde hair, for some reason, and in addition there was
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the incentive of Ellen's healthy nubile youth, which was considerable.
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At only thirteen she was rounded and developed with curves that any
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eighteen year old would have been proud of. Her large, gravity-defying
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breasts -- which she appeared to be somewhat uncomfortable about --
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were positively mouth-watering, to hear Maxwell tell it, and she knew
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that Handsome wanted to lap them as well. In addition, the child had
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almost no waist -- which then flared out into opulent hourglass hips
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just born for sex. And then there were those long, long legs tapering
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into tiny ankles and dainty feet. Ellen had been put together like a
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human aphrodisiac. No doubt she towered over her teacher in grammar
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school as well. She was probably the most striking thing her teachers
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had ever seen.
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Dominique sighed and sipped her highball. The entire affair had become
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all too frustrating. They hadn't had any of this delay and difficulty
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with their other conquests. It hadn't taken too long for most of them
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to fall for Handsome, that rugged, demanding beast, or at the very
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least for her handsome husband Maxwell. And most of them had been
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teenagers as well, usually neighborhood girls of good background who
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they were eventually able to get liquored up enough so that they
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totally lost their heads and could be seduced readily into performing
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for Midwest Motion Pictures, Incorporated.
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They, too, had had long hair of varying shades, and voluptuous
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physiques, which was why they had been chosen. The Carters' customers
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liked especially well these pert and clean-cut, fresh-looking
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youngsters. Their innocent wholesomeness appeared to be more thrilling
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than the blatant sensuality of the average actress who was willing to
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do sex scenes for pay. Which was why she and Maxwell always went to the
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lengthy trouble of these elaborate seductions. Their customers paid
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more for girls of obvious gentility, virginity, purity, and refinement.
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Except that Ellen now had them stymied. Five months of plying her with
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bon-bons, long trips in their wire-wheeled custom-made Lamborghini
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motorcar, flights in their private plane, pretty little gifts of
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bewildering variety and so-on, nothing had served in the slightest to
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unbend the gorgeous voluptuous blonde teenager's legs from the way they
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crossed so elegantly over her golden -- and no doubt virginal -- pussy-
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slit. Dominique could sigh indeed. They already had a lengthy
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investment in this luscious child of nature. It was going to be
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difficult to write her off as a bad job. Money didn't grow on trees.
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"Are you ready out there?" came Maxwell's deep voice from in back of
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their private motion picture screen, which had descended smoothly and
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silently from its hidden recess in the ceiling of the Carters' living
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room.
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"We are lover," Dominique called back. "Fire away."
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"Here we go."
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Suddenly the sound came up at the same time as the picture, the house
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lights dimmed, and they were looking at the opening reel of "Straw
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Dogs."
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The Carters had their own motion picture facilities at home, of course,
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and quite elaborate ones they were. They were also a means of
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impressing young impressionables, for they always showed the latest
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Hollywood films as well, often before these were showing in legitimate
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movie houses. Most of them were pirated jobs, but the innocent young
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girls who made it a point to visit the Carters didn't know this. They
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just assumed that the Carters were impossibly rich and influential, and
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that all the big studios sent them prints of their films as a matter of
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course.
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Ellen sat back, her legs still sweetly crossed. Her long blonde hair
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had fluffed in back of the couch she was sitting on. There was no
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denying she was impressed by the Carters. In the five months since her
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widowed mother and herself had moved to Kenilworth, intent on putting
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out of their minds the unfortunate demise of her adored father, the
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Carters had gone out of their way to help them forget. They took her
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mother and herself on little shopping trips, and sent them presents,
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took them out to dinner, and so on. They were the most generous people
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Ellen had ever known.
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Dominique Carter squeezed her slender smooth hand and Ellen blushed. In
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recent months Mrs. Carter had been more of a mother to her than her own
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mother almost, and the amount of time the Carters seemed to spend on
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her was really amazing. She had never known people could be so sweet
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and thoughtful, and without any consideration for themselves. Mr.
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Carter had even offered her a chance to take the controls of his
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private plane, although, of course, she had refused. What a great deal
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of money they must have to be able to afford such gestures! And the way
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they were always talking about their vacations in Bermuda, Rio de
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Janeiro, Sun Valley, Mallorca, St. Moritz, Paris, Monte Carlo, the
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French Riviera, Hollywood, Palm Beach, and the Far East! Apparently
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they had the money to be able to afford to go anywhere and do anything.
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She didn't suppose that she would ever be that rich. Her father's
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insurance had left just enough to leave them comfortably well off, and
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when her mother had sold their house in Winnetka (her big old house,
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with the big playroom and nursery she had grown up in, and which she
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loved so well) they had bought their smaller, but more luxurious,
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bungalow down the street from the Carters, shaded by tall oaks and with
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an immense backyard perfect for sunning. It was just such a sunny day
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when they had first run into the Carters, who had come walking through
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the alley with Handsome on a leash, and then stopped to say hello and
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have some idle chatter.
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Ellen had been impressed with them from the very first. Maxwell Carter
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had seemed so impossibly urbane and worldly, with his wavy black hair
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and the handmade pipe he was forever lighting. He dressed with rugged
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lavishness, expensively, so that he looked not so much the workman as
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the wealthy outdoors-man. He used a great deal of leather and suede in
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his apparel, and it was always finely cut and usually brand new.
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Everything he wore looked custom made just for him -- from the belted
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Austrian hunting jackets to his Charles III buckled boots. He was
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mature, worldly, sophisticated. Dominique Carter was a lucky woman.
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And their wealth, while obvious, was always in good taste in a similar
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vein. In addition to their white Cadillac convertible they also kept
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the classic Lamborghini, a Rolls-Royce, and a battered old Ford station
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wagon. While Mrs. Carter, in addition to her minks, also wore leopard
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and silver fox with some frequency. Her clothes were beautiful and in
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good taste. Everything seemed to be an original from somewhere or
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other, or ready-made from Saks or Marshall Field. "Oh, just some little
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thing Christian Dior made up for me, darling," Dominique Carter would
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say casually. "He's such a dear."
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Now as she sat on the couch in front of the movie screen, Mrs. Carter's
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hand slipped casually out of hers and rested just as casually on
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Ellen's full firm thigh. Ellen didn't mind. Dominique was like a
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secondary mother to her, or a fairy aunt. And she was a perfectly
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normal girl in that her primitive, vague and immature yearnings were
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oriented only towards the male sex. At the tender age of thirteen,
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while of womanly proportions already, Ellen still knew nothing at all
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of lesbianism, and scarcely much more about ordinary sex.
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The innocent young girl glanced across at Maxwell Carter, who was
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sitting sidewise across from them, on the other long black leather
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couch, apparently deep in thought, his usual urbane and distant self as
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the motion pictured droned on.
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But why had they picked her upon which to lavish all this attention and
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praise? Dominique Carter was constantly buying her "some little thing;"
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her mother didn't seem to mind. Perhaps it was all due to the fact that
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the Carters had no children of their own.
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But that didn't seem quite right, either. Dominique Carter was
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certainly young enough to have children, even though she was too svelte
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and sophisticated to seem exactly the motherly type. And with a
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gorgeous statuesque figure like hers, Ellen imagined that her husband
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probably found no end of excuse to do with her what it was that men did
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with women for the purpose of impregnating them. She certainly could
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not believe that the Carters were anything less than normal. Mr.
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Carter's virility was a palpable flavor in the air, while Dominique had
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an aura of such worldly sensuality that Ellen only hoped that some day
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she could equal that masterful air of feminine confidence which
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suffused everything Dominique did. If only ...
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"Look at this," Maxwell whispered across to them. Handsome stepped over
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to Ellen and laid his furry snout in her lap, gazing up at her with
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what appeared to be adoring eyes. It was not in her youthful innocence
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to perceive any sensuality in the handsome brute's face. Handsome was,
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after all, just a dog.
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"Terrific," Maxwell muttered.
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Ellen blinked and she struggled to focus. As usual, the surroundings in
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the Carters' enormous den were so restful that she had quite drifted
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off with her pubescent daydreaming. She realized now that she had been
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paying scarcely any attention at all to the movie, although it appeared
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to be an interesting one. The mood of decor in the Carters' library-den
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as usual, had tended to act as a mild soporific on her teenage
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sensibilities. The ancient prints on the walls, the long hanging red
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tapestries, the abundance of leather, wood, and fine Mediterranean
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tooling workmanship in everything -- from mantel piece to chair arm to
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carpeting to bookcase -- the high covered windows, everything gave one
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a feeling of having settled into a warmish, quiet cocoon conducive to
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thoughtful meditation. Then the incense that the Carters were so fond
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of lighting was another factor. She invariably found herself becoming
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slow and lazy in this room, in particular when they showed films. Her
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mind just seemed to drift off.
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But now Mr. Carter's verbal notations had served to waken her
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observation, and what she observed was more than she bargained for.
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The sort of films the Carters usually showed her were Mary Poppins'
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sort of things, with the occasional violent western thrown in for good
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measure. They had never shown her anything even the most wee bit sexy.
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And yet she realized now that what she was seeing in Straw Dogs had
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some very strong sexual overtones. In particular where the young man's
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wife -- the American man's wife -- appears at the window with her
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healthy young breasts showing, before the trio of workmen working on
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the garage roof of her husband's new house.
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And what Mr. Carter was now pointing out was apparently a rape scene,
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for the big blond man was in the American's house while he was away,
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and he was slapping his pretty blonde wife and making her take her
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clothes off.
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Ellen started as she realized what was happening to herself right here
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in this room. Mrs. Carter was gently stroking her skirted thigh with
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her thumb, and Handsome had nuzzled his nose deeply in her lap, almost
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brushing her panty-covered loins, but she didn't notice any of that.
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What really set her mind and her loins aglow was the realization that
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the big young man in the film had actually put his penis into the
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beautiful blonde young housewife!
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Ellen gasped and put her hand to her sultry red mouth. She couldn't
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really believe this was happening, before her very eyes! For the pretty
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housewife, the nipples of her breasts showing in the most blatant way,
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seemed actually to be undergoing sex as the handsome man stuffed his
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long thick thing up inside of her belly, working it around with
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agonizing slowness. And a few seconds later, when the housewife
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obviously came, it was the most intoxicating experience Ellen had ever
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witnessed in her entire young life!
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"She seemed to enjoy that, didn't she?" Dominique asked silkily, her
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voice a soft essence wafted against Ellen's shell-like smooth ear.
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"Well -- I --" stammered Ellen, unable to know what to say, at a total
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loss. She had never before ever actually seen anyone having sex. Her
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loins seemed to be full of butterflies. The man in the film had
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obviously made love to the beautiful blonde housewife in the film, and
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clearly she had enjoyed it.
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"Don't be pushy, Dom," came Maxwell Carter's understanding baritone
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from the other couch. "After all, Ellen's only thirteen years old.
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She's just a child."
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Exactly the sort of statement calculated to put any teenager on the
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defensive and eager to prove that she could be as sexy as any grown
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woman.
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Ellen rose to the bait. Smarting under Mr. Carter's patronizing tone,
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she instinctively sat up straighter in order to thrust out her proudly
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uplifted breasts. Her long blonde curls danced in back of her
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shoulders. "I am not such a child as all that, Mr. Carter," she
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insisted through her sensuously pouting lips. "I know all about sex,
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you know."
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Carter could not repress a faint little smirk at their perty prey's
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behavior. "From biology books in school, no doubt," he said wryly,
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clinking his ice around in his highball glass as he goaded her still
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further. "And I thought we agreed that you would call me Maxwell,
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Ellen."
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"Maxwell, then," she stammered, flustered. "Well, no, not from biology
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books -- that is ..."
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"Where then, dear?" asked Dominique, pressing her hand affectionately
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around Ellen's.
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"Well, I -- that is ... the girls at school ... my mother ... oohhhhh
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..." Her voice trailed off as she focused again on the sexual action on
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the screen. Something had happened! A second man had appeared with a
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knife and had forced the first man to force the housewife to submit to
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something else. It appeared as if the second man was doing something
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behind her. But what? It was all so confused. She wasn't sure if she
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could make out anything very clearly, really.
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"Looks like he's sodomizing her," Maxwell Carter said casually.
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"He's what?" Ellen asked, mystified.
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"Sodomizing her, darling," said Dominique, pressing her hand warmly
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again. "That's a form of sex -- probably the most satisfying there is."
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Ellen's eyes screwed up. How did they get to talking about sex all of a
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sudden? Even though the Carters spoke with easy authority, she had the
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subtle feeling that something was not quite right in their
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conversation. And as for this sodomizing business, if that was the best
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sex, how come she hadn't heard anything about it? Her mother certainly
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hadn't said anything about it.
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But anyway that scene was quickly over and then her embarrassed
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confusion subsided again. Everything returned to normal. The warmish
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feeling in her loins gradually pulled back like a receding wave from a
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tropical shore.
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There was in the remainder of the film some really grisly violence of
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fairly standard American variety, but none of it especially disturbed
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her. Then she looked at the lovely platinum watch the Carters had given
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her and exclaimed about the time. She had promised her mother that she
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would be home early. She said a hurried but pleasant good night to the
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Carters and then rushed off into the darkness of the evening.
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Chapter 2
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"That little cunt has cost us a fortune," said Maxwell when she had
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gone, his voice thick with disgust as he scratched Handsome's ears.
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"I'll say," agreed Dominique, putting out her cigarette in the nearest
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ashtray. Then she began undoing the belt on her robe until it opened
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fully, revealing the sumptuous pears of her high, widely-spaced
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breasts, the molten white belly beneath with its soft nest of auburn
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pussy hair, and the long slender columns of her legs. She lay back on
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the couch and spread her legs open lazily. The big German shepherd
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didn't need any further cue than that. He left his master and hurried
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across the carpet to burrow his nose into his mistress' warmly scented
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pussy. Dominique sighed and ran her fingers over the handsome dog's
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sleek furry head. In another moment the well-trained show dog's tongue
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had lanced out and speared into the quivering pink flesh of her cuntal
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lips, sending a surge of fire burning through her loins and upward into
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the rest of her wantonly excited body right to the very ends of her
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hair.
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"Spent a fortune on that fucking tail," Maxwell muttered unhappily
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again, his voice slurring this time. He finished a spare drink on the
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coffee table, then got up and went over to the bamboo-and-leopard skin
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bar to mix himself another.
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Dominique's eyes turned dreamy as the big German shepherd's thick red
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tongue began twisting in and out of her cunt like a corkscrew. "Maybe
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we should use our more extreme procedure, lover," she croaked huskily,
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her eyes fluttering with passion.
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"We don't dare," said Maxwell, corking a bottle and shaking his head.
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"She's only thirteen years old. Any seduction has to be of her own
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accord. She has to come to us with her eyes wide open. She has to
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seduce herself. Any other course would be strictly suicide."
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"In that case, it's time to leave it with Handsome, lover."
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"Probably." Maxwell Carter looked over at the powerful dog whose tongue
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was dredging his wife's wetly surging vagina like a steam shovel
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excavating Roman finds. Handsome was always the court of last resort;
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and he had never failed them yet.
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Still, though, this was a tricky one. A thirteen year old gorgeous
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blonde of total innocence. A real challenge! He couldn't remember when
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before they had encountered such striking blonde wholesomeness. He
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wanted to see her long, satiny blonde hair cascading over a pillow to
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form a cushion for her pretty head as he moved upward through her
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widespread thighs with his warmly throbbing cock working slowly through
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the moist tendrils and wetly sucking lips of her young virginal cunt,
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fucking the shit out of the sweet little bitch; he coughed at the
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thought.
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Ellen Winthrop had the body of a lush young Venus, and it had been all
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Maxwell could do to control his hands in the months they had known her.
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Fortunately his head had ruled his heart. Finesse always proved the
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most potent master in the end; and it was lasting. Rape seductions
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occasionally worked out, but there was always the danger that they
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might not. Particularly with one so young, where the aspect of painful
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entrance might assume sizable proportions.
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He closed his eyes, considering her lushly ripened breasts whose rose-
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tipped nipples appeared so prominent even through her brassiere and
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sweater combined. The child had a slender, girlish waist, luscious
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round hips, a flat, smooth stomach and long, full-swelling thighs. Her
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breathtakingly curved calves tapered down into thin, well-formed
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ankles. And over all of that, her wealth of shining blonde hair. Just
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one reel of her being taken from behind by Handsome could make a
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fortune for them. And if that fiercely kissable, sultry young mouth
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could ever be coaxed into wrapping itself around the dog's enormous
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pulsating red cock --! Ellen had an almost classical, dainty Greek
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nose, with a lower lip that protruded in an almost perpetual little-
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girl pout, a round dimpled chin, and a soft, slightly tanned ivory
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complexion. To see that pretty young face energetically sucking on
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Handsome's throbbing, richly-veined penis would be a treat no
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reasonable buyer could refuse. They had to get her at all cost!
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Downing his drink swiftly, he went to the secret panel on the wall of
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the library, where he pressed a button and a hidden videotape camera
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came sliding into view from one corner of the ceiling. It hissed and
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clicked as it focused on Handsome's lavish oral attention he was giving
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to his lovely auburn-haired mistress Dominique, who was already
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hurtling through her first orgasm of the evening with a gurgling cry of
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delight that made the heavy drapes on the high windows of the library
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seem to tremble.
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* * * * *
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Three houses down on Kenwood Lane from the Carters, the cute teenager
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had already dozed pleasantly off on the two-seater sofa in her bedroom,
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her long legs curled up underneath her. She had meant to take a nice
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hot bath before retiring, but she had gotten so caught up in her third
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re-reading of Jane Austen's Wuthering Heights -- which she thought was
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the most romantic novel ever written, next to Little Women, that she
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had quite dozed off. This was not so uncommon; she frequently fell
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asleep reading some nice romantic story, though usually only in bed.
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But now she had suddenly bolted upright to a sitting position. She had
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been awakened by a noise from down the hall. It sounded like the
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muffled squeal of some animal being put to slaughter. At first she had
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heard it as merely a part of her dream, but when it had come again,
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more forcefully, it had jarred her into alertness.
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Something was wrong in her mother's room, she was sure of it. Other
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muffled sounds were echoing through the thick wall also. Sounds that
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were not familiar to her, but which seemed to be cries of terror and
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pleading. She looked at her watch. It was still early. She had probably
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not been asleep very long, even though it had seemed so.
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She got up groggily from the sofa and drifted over to the bed, trying
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to analyze the nature of what she was hearing. She didn't want to make
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a fool of herself if nothing was wrong. Perhaps her mother merely had
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the television on too loud. Or it could be that she had gone to sleep
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early and was having a nightmare herself.
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There was silence then for a long moment, and then another sound, this
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time of movement. It sounded as though something were being thrown
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bodily onto a squeaking bed. She could not be certain, of course. Her
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mother's bedroom was separated from her own by the main bathroom.
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Not switching on the lamp, she made her way through the darkness to the
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door, pressing her ear tightly against it in order to listen better.
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There was the unmistakable sound of a heavy, dragging movement
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somewhere. She thought also she could hear whimpering but it was
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impossible to tell for sure.
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She hesitated for a moment, not sure just what to do. Certainly if
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something were drastically wrong, her mother would scream. She would
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certainly hear that, if she did. She listened intently, waiting
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silently, her hand frozen on the doorknob.
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There was a long low moan coming softly discernible from the other side
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now. This convinced her! Her mother might be ill and unable to move for
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some reason. She hadn't been feeling too well earlier on, and it might
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even be serious. She had been quite distraught when father had died,
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and not quite right since. Perhaps Ellen should take just a quick look
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quietly so as not to disturb her if she were merely having a bad dream.
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The apprehensive young blonde stepped into the bathroom between their
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rooms, and then slipped quietly across the tiles to the door to her
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mother's bedroom. Silently, she turned the doorknob and opened the door
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just a crack. She scanned the room, her eyes adjusting to the dim glow
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of the bedlamp.
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And then her heart leaped in her throat! For there, on the bed, was her
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mother, Amy Winthrop, her long black hair streaming, her naked body
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churning passionately underneath, with a man on top of her!
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He was obviously trying to rape her! The man had her pinned to the bed
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and had forced her legs open with his own muscular thighs. Ellen felt
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frozen to the floor. She almost let out a scream but choked it back
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with the palm of her hand. It was unbelievable! She started to shake
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uncontrollably, then bit down hard on her hand to keep from crying out.
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She was shaking too hard to close the door and just stood there
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helplessly trying to regain her composure. What should she do? She knew
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it would do no good for her to attempt to intervene. And then she might
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get raped as well. Or worse! He might kill them both.
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But at the same time she couldn't seem to tear herself away from the
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fiercely lascivious scene. Her own mother! Being fucked! A man had his
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penis inside her! It was ghastly -- but at the same time heart-stopping
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and intoxicating as well. Ellen had only a minimal knowledge of what
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sex was all about, despite her premature development, and her curiosity
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was stronger than her terror in finding her mother was being violated.
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So she watched horrified and thrilled all put together, unable to move,
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as her naked mother struggled beneath the twilight-shrouded man on the
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bed. Ellen had a good view of them, although she could not see who the
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man was except that he was naked and wearing only a pair of socks.
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By now her mother had her ankles locked tightly around the man's hairy
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thighs as he moved up inside her. Ellen's breath caught and her
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nostrils flared as she watched them, her loins suffusing with a warmish
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kind of sweetness. The man's body rose and fell powerfully between her
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mother's long white legs, pinning them even wider apart on each
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punishing in-stroke. Now Ellen could make out his wetly glistening
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penis as it moved rhythmically in and out of her mother's splayed
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cuntal lips, gobbling it into her as if it were candy, then clinging to
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the thick base as it slid out on the upward stroke.
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God, it was immense! Ellen had never seen a man naked like this before,
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not even her father. How on earth could a female take such a huge thing
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up inside her belly? She didn't see how her mother kept it from
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splitting her open.
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For a moment the man's penis lay quiet, like a great log, along the
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visibly throbbing vaginal furrow, the two great testicles hanging down
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wickedly from its hairy base. The trembling young girl could see the
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foreskin slipping back over the pulsating purplish tip as it slid down
|
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along her mother's widespread buttocks, the blood-engorged head
|
|
bursting forth again like some primeval monster crawling evilly from
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|
its lair. And then the long thick cock slid smoothly forward again, its
|
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entire wet length again being devoured hungrily by the voracious lips
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of her mother's cunt.
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Ellen stood transfixed, her golden hair practically standing on end,
|
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unable to take her eyes off the lewd spectacle in front of her. She
|
|
could not understand why her mother had stopped struggling underneath
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|
this brutal monster. Now there seemed to be a continual flow of deeply
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|
felt incoherent moans from her moistly parted lips. Her naked body
|
|
seemed to be churning in an altogether different manner now. It was
|
|
almost as if her mother actually wanted that enormous penis to be
|
|
sawing in and out of her.
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Ellen found herself breathing more rapidly in a growing excitement. She
|
|
could see clearly the exposed hair-covered vaginal furrow up between
|
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her mother's trembling thighs. The narrow red slit glistened wetly in
|
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the dim light, and she could make out the mouth-shaped lips of the cunt
|
|
that seemed even from this distance to be stretched so cruelly apart by
|
|
that lust-thickened shaft of flesh. Even as the thirteen year old girl
|
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watched, it contracted, opened, and closed like the mouth of a gasping
|
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fish out of the water.
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The man's hand reached down between them on one outstroke, grasping his
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|
long hard instrument, and raised his buttocks high in the air, pulling
|
|
out until only its bulbous head remained within me sucking mouth of her
|
|
mother's feverishly churning cunt. Ellen watched and listened horrified
|
|
as the muscles of his powerful ass-cheeks tensed, and then he drove
|
|
into her whimpering mother again brutally, sinking his heavily veined
|
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shaft all the way into her wet gaping channel until only a brief
|
|
stretch of it showed, moist and glistening, jutting out from his hairy
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balls. Ellen winced as her mother's unearthly wailing cry came like the
|
|
scream of a wounded animal, her toes curling up in what Ellen felt
|
|
certain must be some terrible agony.
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|
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|
Now the two nakedly entwined fingers on the bed seemed to be locked in
|
|
a stillness more mobile than motion. Ellen's heart pounded like a
|
|
jackhammer until she was certain everyone on Kenwood Lane could hear
|
|
it. She pressed a fist tightly into her budding young breasts as if to
|
|
dull that thudding sound in her ears.
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|
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|
Gradually the male began a slow rocking motion over her lewdly impaled
|
|
and moaning mother. He withdrew slightly, the thick fleshy penis
|
|
sliding out for several inches, then thrust forward again, grinding his
|
|
hips in order to move it around inside of her tightly clasping vagina.
|
|
Then he withdrew again until the throbbing glans head could be seen by
|
|
the hypnotized blonde teenager. Her mouth dropped open in disbelief as
|
|
her mother's long full legs wrapped sinuously, almost affectionately,
|
|
around his naked buttocks, squirming in togetherness under him, her
|
|
heels firming snugly into the cheeks of his buttocks as if she were
|
|
straining to pull him even deeper inside of her. The cords on the
|
|
insides of her thighs flexed as she pushed her hair-covered pussy back
|
|
up over his moistly glistening penis. Her hollowing buttocks lifted
|
|
several inches off the bed as she struggled upward, desperately trying
|
|
to absorb the entirety of the long thick cock back into the fleshy pink
|
|
folds of her hungry cunt and a wet viscous sound drifted through the
|
|
room each time her pussy slithered up its full length like a cat
|
|
climbing a tree trunk. Her flexing buttocks began a rhythmic beat up
|
|
and down his heavily ridged manhood, and his swaying testicles slapped
|
|
in time against the puckering little anus below.
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|
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Ellen gasped, for suddenly her mother began mouthing obscenities as
|
|
well, saying words she had never even dreamed her mother knew, the sort
|
|
of words only "bad" girls used at school. There was no question in her
|
|
mind that if she had ever used such words before her mother, she would
|
|
have been soundly spanked, yet now -- there she was, her own beautiful,
|
|
long-haired brunette mother, leading light of the PTA, the Junior
|
|
Women's League, and the First Episcopalian Church of Winnetka,
|
|
thrashing lewdly in the throes of obscene passion beneath this man,
|
|
uttering words of such ardent filth that Ellen wanted to put her hands
|
|
over her ears against them. Those were forbidden words that brought a
|
|
guilty tingling glow into the pulsing center up between the thirteen
|
|
year old's legs. They drummed incessantly into the watching girl's
|
|
mind, who stood unable to move as if she had been turned to stone. Was
|
|
this the quiet, reserved Amy Winthrop who was her mother, the aloof
|
|
widow who was such a tower of strength to all who knew her? God, if her
|
|
mother could be driven into such insane submission to a man she had
|
|
fought so strenuously only moments before, then maybe it could happen
|
|
to anyone! Maybe even to her, Ellen Winthrop. The bosomy blonde
|
|
teenager felt a slight electric tingle of excitement dart from wall-to-
|
|
wall within her palpitating little cunt.
|
|
|
|
Now she watched thunderstruck as again the man's hand curled beneath
|
|
Amy's nakedly pumping buttocks and the tip of his outstretched middle
|
|
finger circled tantalizingly the rubbery ring of the tightly puckered
|
|
anus. It played there for a long teasing moment that brought another
|
|
tortured groan from the lewdly twisting body beneath him as his finger
|
|
slipped through the protective fleshy ring and disappeared up inside
|
|
her rectum. Mrs. Winthrop's legs kicked out again and there was another
|
|
tortured wail with her toes curling up tightly. Then her legs locked
|
|
over his body again, and her buttocks began pumping savagely over both
|
|
invaders.
|
|
|
|
Ellen was trembling violently and biting her fist to keep from
|
|
screaming. Was her mother experiencing terrible pain or terrible joy?
|
|
It was impossible to tell. Her helpless ears were literally drenched
|
|
with their sounds of depravity. And then the squeak of bedsprings, the
|
|
moans and groans and huffing hard breathing, the portrait of tangle
|
|
limbs, all combined to ignite smoldering sparks in that most sensitive
|
|
of flesh up between her own legs. By now the itch was driving her
|
|
frantic as much as anything else. She clamped her legs tightly together
|
|
to try to choke off that bursting fire.
|
|
|
|
As if in a dream, her hands began involuntarily to massage the
|
|
straining softness of her budding young breasts, trapping the trembling
|
|
nipples between her fingers, kneading and pulling at them until it felt
|
|
as though she would rip them loose from the full quivering mounds. She
|
|
groaned and found her fingers pressing tightly into her vaginal mound
|
|
and drumming at her clitoris, trying to rub away the terrible sensation
|
|
of need that was raging out of control.
|
|
|
|
Her long trembling legs scissored open, one foot just sort of dangling
|
|
as she supported herself against the doorjamb. She could feel her own
|
|
hair-lined little pussy slit now moistly palpitating against the tips
|
|
of her fingers which drew the narrow furrow open, exposing the lips of
|
|
her pulsating cunt to the warmish, musky air of the room. With a groan,
|
|
she sunk her outstretched middle finger deep into the warmly throbbing
|
|
mouth of her vagina. The trembling thirteen year old held her breath,
|
|
relieved momentarily, but the moment of relief was brief. For now the
|
|
fire seemed to burn all the more intensely, demanding more to feed its
|
|
obscene hunger. She inserted another finger, then slid, gasping to the
|
|
cold tile floor of the bathroom.
|
|
|
|
After a second, she drew her knees up into a kneeling position, with
|
|
her firm young buttocks high in the air. The squeak of bedsprings
|
|
became more violent, and she crammed her fingers into the slippery
|
|
moistness of her vagina with a little cry of abandon and in rhythm with
|
|
the couple fucking so savagely on her mother's bed.
|
|
|
|
The picture of their lewdly locked bodies drove the cute young blonde
|
|
on, and she rocked back on her knees, screwing her fingers deeper and
|
|
deeper into her tightly clasping pussy. She could see the man's huge
|
|
thick cock fucking in and out of her mother's ardently clasping cunt,
|
|
sinking through the soft pussy hair like a greased telephone pole. The
|
|
aroused teenager's fingers became that pole -- and her gasps began to
|
|
match theirs. She wanted, absurdly, everything her mother was getting,
|
|
as immature as she was. Her body was confessing it, betraying her. She
|
|
wanted to be split too, wanted to be fucked, wanted a sperm-bloated
|
|
penis pumping into her own hot searing passage. Her fingers were
|
|
nothing compared to that enormous thick member that was being rammed in
|
|
and out of her mother. She had to have more -- but there was nothing,
|
|
nothing but her own fingers.
|
|
|
|
She reached up over her nakedly thrashing buttocks with her free hand,
|
|
searching the tight crevice for she knew-not-what. The fingers on her
|
|
ass-cheeks seemed to be magnetized as her mind flashed pictures of how
|
|
the man had stuffed his finger into her mother's rectal passage ... and
|
|
of how the older woman seemed to be enjoying it immensely.
|
|
|
|
And then she found her puckered little anal hole. Quickly, the young
|
|
blonde girl rammed one finger up into the tiny opening between her
|
|
moon-shaped buttocks, gasping as in her haste a fingernail dug into the
|
|
soft fleshy walls, sending a sharp jolt of pain through her wantonly
|
|
quivering thirteen year old body. She stilled for a moment, then took
|
|
up the lewd rhythm of the couple on the bed, her buttocks lifting high
|
|
off the floor as her long legs braced themselves, she writhed and
|
|
groaned in frustration, and ultimately turned over onto her knees,
|
|
trying to find a more comfortable position.
|
|
|
|
Now her ripe young breasts were scraping against the floor, her nipples
|
|
brushing tantalizingly against the cool tile. Her long blonde hair
|
|
wafted away on all sides of her voluptuous body, falling eventually in
|
|
a golden pile on the bathroom floor. Wildly erotic tingles of lewd
|
|
pleasure raced through her passion-inflamed loins as she pictured
|
|
herself under the nameless pounding body with the socks. Then her face
|
|
colored crimson as she felt her own orgasm coming -- coming with a
|
|
great roar.
|
|
|
|
She hung for an insane, lust-propelled moment teetering on the edge of
|
|
the first climax she'd ever experienced, and then her entire sensually
|
|
aroused body convulsed as her liquid passion gushed from around her
|
|
thrusting fingers, covering her hand and wrist, and dripping down onto
|
|
the tiles below. She could feel it running in slick rivulets down the
|
|
inside of her quivering thighs to her bended knees. As her teeth
|
|
chattered through her shattering climax, she was greeted by a sobbing
|
|
shriek and a low male groan from the direction of her mother's bed as
|
|
the writhing joined couple answered her orgasm with one of their own.
|
|
Then there was complete silence except for the gasping, panting
|
|
breathing of the three of them.
|
|
|
|
Ellen stayed on her hands and knees for awhile, sobbing silently. Her
|
|
buttocks still swaying in the musky air. She couldn't bring herself to
|
|
take her hand away from her glowing young cunt until the last dying
|
|
throbs of climax had been stilled. It seemed eons before her fingers
|
|
finally slithered wetly from her satiated vaginal opening, and she
|
|
rolled over onto her side, clutching her burning breasts, a terrible
|
|
feeling of guilt suffusing her entire trembling being.
|
|
|
|
She looked up towards her mother's distant bed. It seemed as if the
|
|
couple there were now hurtling towards a second orgasm. Ellen could see
|
|
the muscles cording up on her mother's inner thighs as she struggled
|
|
like a crazed nymphomaniac to get the man deeper inside of her. His
|
|
hands cupped her naked white buttocks with savage strength that cut red
|
|
lines into the smooth, wildly undulating mounds; he squeezed her
|
|
rounded ass-cheeks tightly together, forcing her vagina more snugly
|
|
around the thickness of his thrusting male hardness. Ellen could see
|
|
the thin, ragged edges of her mother's wet sucking pussy clasping it
|
|
tightly like the ovaled mouth of a hungry child around the last banana
|
|
in the world as it moved in and out of her belly.
|
|
|
|
Her mother's buttocks were grinding faster now, and her groans and
|
|
mewls of animal pleasure had escalated dramatically as the glazed eyes
|
|
of her voluptuous blonde daughter remained glued hypnotically to the
|
|
lewd coupling on the bed. Mrs. Winthrop's wild, demonic upward thrusts
|
|
were met with equal fury by the stranger's pelvis, which drove her even
|
|
more deeply into the mattress with each mighty surge, the loud slaps of
|
|
belly against belly resounding like thunder claps
|
|
|
|
Ellen held her breath as she watched her mother being fucked with
|
|
increasing viciousness. And then there was a low, unearthly gurgle from
|
|
her mother's throat, and her buttocks began a series of small,
|
|
spasmodic jerks up tight against the penis that was sunk so deeply
|
|
inside her churning white belly. "Aaaggghhh. Ah ... oh ... awweeee ...
|
|
I'm cumming!" Ellen's mother wailed.
|
|
|
|
At the same time the man groaned again above her, grinding hard into
|
|
her wantonly writhing cunt, his thick fleshy rod beginning to spurt
|
|
again its white milky sperm deep up inside her belly. The creamy rich
|
|
fluid filled her vaginal passage before cascading out around the
|
|
stretched pink lips of her cunt. Ellen watched breathlessly as a tiny
|
|
white stream of it ran down the wide split crevice of her buttocks to
|
|
drop on the mattress below. And then the couple seemed to expire into a
|
|
long, drawn-out sigh, lying very still although still joined.
|
|
|
|
For a long time nothing seemed to happen, and then at last the man
|
|
rolled off of the older woman and got up, going over to some clothes
|
|
that were slung over a chair.
|
|
|
|
"I've got to go, Mrs. Winthrop," came the boyish tenor, "or my mother
|
|
will give me hell. I'm supposed to be playing basketball at St.
|
|
Ignatius."
|
|
|
|
Ellen started, her eyes wide. Oh no! No! She could swear that the "man"
|
|
was Billy Erpsamer, the fourteen year old boy from next door!
|
|
|
|
But could it be? She watched his huge limp penis dangling as he got
|
|
into his clothes. With the two of them on the bed, it was impossible
|
|
exactly to tell just what the size of the man was. Billy was certainly
|
|
much shorter than her statuesque mother, although he was quite hairy
|
|
for his age. But could that be his enormous penis, swinging so evilly
|
|
like an Arabian scimitar?
|
|
|
|
Her mother got up from the bed, wrapping a robe around her lushly
|
|
proportioned body, a lazy smile on her lovely face. "And how much do
|
|
you want this time, you wonderful brute?" she asked.
|
|
|
|
Billy Erspamer -- she was certain it was him now -- grinned. "Ten
|
|
dollars," he said with a smirk.
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|
|
|
Ellen watched unbelievingly as her mother went to her purse on the
|
|
vanity, took out a roll of bills and handed it to him. "There's
|
|
fifteen," she said, and then she put her arms around the boy and kissed
|
|
him, obviously working her tongue around inside his cheeks. When the
|
|
kiss broke, she whispered huskily, "You're sure you wouldn't like me to
|
|
suck your cock, darling?" and reached down to stroke the thick bulge in
|
|
his Levi's.
|
|
|
|
Billy shook his head. "No thanks, Mrs. Winthrop. I'd like to, but my
|
|
mother'll kill me if I'm late. No fooling! Maybe next time." And then
|
|
he picked up his jacket and went for the door.
|
|
|
|
Her mother tailed after him, grabbing him one more time before he could
|
|
get away, by the neck this time. "You do respect me, don't you,
|
|
darling?" she asked.
|
|
|
|
"Sure, sure I do, Mrs. Winthrop. You know I do. Now come on, I've
|
|
really got to get going. My mother'll kill me."
|
|
|
|
The older woman shrugged. "All right," she said, letting him out into
|
|
the corridor, and then as an afterthought, whispered, "But use the back
|
|
stairs. My daughter's asleep. Good night, dear."
|
|
|
|
Crawling through the darkness on all fours, slinking across the floor
|
|
like the snake she felt like, Ellen finally managed to make it back to
|
|
her own bedroom. She flopped down into her bed with tears of
|
|
uncertainty rolling down her cheeks like beads of glass. The troubled
|
|
young girl was almost glad that her father wasn't alive; for she knew
|
|
now that her mother had been carrying on like this even before he died.
|
|
She could remember how the older woman had often stayed out late in the
|
|
evening during his lengthy illness, pleading PTA, or other charitable
|
|
work. Well, she certainly seemed to be practicing charity now, thought
|
|
Ellen, choking on her futile tears.
|
|
|
|
How could she ever face her mother again, after what she had witnessed?
|
|
And after what she had done with herself while she witnessed it? How
|
|
could she look at her mother in the morning over their usual breakfast
|
|
together?
|
|
|
|
But what could she do? Where could she go? She was too young by far to
|
|
run away from home.
|
|
|
|
Maxwell and Dominique Carter were her only real friends. She resolved
|
|
to see as much of them as possible from now on. They were
|
|
understanding, worldly people, and would make good substitute parents
|
|
... she could trust them!
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Chapter 3
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|
In the weeks that followed, the Carters were quite pleased to find
|
|
Ellen visiting them with increasing frequency. Often she stopped by on
|
|
her way home from school, then lingered over a glass of soda pop and
|
|
some ice cream for the longest time. In the evenings she would come by
|
|
again and they would watch TV, films or play scrabble or go to drive-
|
|
ins for milk shakes.
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|
|
|
Several times they took her ice skating at the big rink in Northfield,
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and despite her voluptuousness Ellen proved to be surprisingly graceful
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on the ice. In the short-short skating skirt her gorgeous long,
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muscular legs were shown off to exciting advantage, and her long blonde
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hair swirled gorgeously on every turn. Maxwell Carter could barely wait
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to sink his teeth into her.
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His favorite game, however, was taking Ellen downstairs to shoot pool
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in their game room. For when she leaned over the billiards table he was
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often afforded an intoxicating viewing of her massively swelling young
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breasts as they swayed within her clinging tight sweaters. When she was
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around, his mouth was continually watering and his nostrils flaring.
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Not that he wasn't prepared to let his own sexual interests take a back
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seat to the economic concerns of Midwest Films, Inc.
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Consequently it was eventually decided between himself and Dominique
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that the time had become ripe and that they could afford to wait no
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longer. Ellen was frequently affectionate, giving both of them hugs and
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kisses on the check before going home, and she had also taken quite a
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fancy to Handsome, their powerful German shepherd. All they needed was
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to time her initiation properly and they felt sure that there would be
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no fuss whatever.
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But the timing was, nonetheless, important.
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They decided, finally, to pursue her in a manner that had been
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successful with numerous other reluctant conquests. A combination of
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preying on her immaturity and the natural wish of every over-developed
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teenager to appear older than her years, and sophisticated, and the use
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of drugs and lewd motion pictures as well. Eventually she would become
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so aroused that she would no longer be able to control herself. At
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least, that was the plan.
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Meanwhile the virginal golden Ellen suspected nothing. She felt
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affectionate towards the Carters, and she dearly loved Handsome, but
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she hadn't even fingered again since the evil night she had caught her
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mother with Billy Erspamer ... not that the thirteen year old hadn't
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been tempted! She had resolved that she would struggle to retain her
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purity in order to counterbalance her mother's fall from grace. The
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Winthrop family of Kenwood Lane would at least have her balancing it in
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a world that was too evil to survive much longer.
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By visiting the Carters frequently, she seemed to acquire some of their
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strength of personality. They were so good -- if worldly -- that she
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came to believe that she could rely upon their judgment utterly. Surely
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they hadn't become so rich by not having any sense. So she studied
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everything Dominique Carter did, and Maxwell Carter, too. She wanted to
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be just like them. Her mother she merely tolerated. The chasm between
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then widened daily.
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It was this innocent trust that prevented Ellen from developing any
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inkling or suspicion of what fate the Carters really had in mind for
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her. As a result, she accepted with alacrity when they suggested one
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evening that she spend the weekend at their house. They had plenty of
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room, and they did have such fun together. It would be lovely fun.
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Her mother agreed with what Ellen considered to be uncharacteristic
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alacrity, and the young girl readied herself. She got a little bag of
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her things and toilet articles together, and went over to the Carters
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almost immediately after coming home from school on Friday.
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The afternoon seemed to go along in a relatively mild, innocuous
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fashion. At dinner they explained to her that they were celebrating
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Maxwell's birthday with champagne.
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Ellen had never drunk champagne before, nor for that matter any
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alcoholic beverage, but she didn't want to offend her two good friends,
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and in particular she didn't want to seem childish and immature. For if
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she refused to drink she knew they would seize upon that to make light
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fun of her in a good-natured way, and she didn't want that. She wanted
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to live up to their sophisticated company in every way.
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So she drank. And the bubbles went right to her head, making her cough
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and sputter. What a good laugh they all had over that.
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And then Maxwell offered her the cigarette.
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It appeared to be no more unusual than any other cigarette, set in
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white paper with a gold lipstick end and some sort of filter. "Well, if
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you're old enough for champagne now," he laughed, "you're entitled to a
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first cigarette as well. Go on, it won't bite you."
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"Oh, but I --"
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And then Dominique's face turned more stony than Ellen had ever seen it
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before. The older woman blew smoke out through her nose and looked at
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Ellen frightfully, and the pert teenager realized that the weekend
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could become very unpleasant if she was going to hold onto her
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childishness much longer. And anyway, who was it who had warned her of
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smoking? Her mother, whose opinion could scarcely count for anything
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now.
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So she allowed Mr. Carter to light up the cigarette and she took a slow
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but even puff on it.
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To her surprise, she didn't even cough, and in fact the smoke, coming
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on the heels of the champagne, seemed to have quite a heady effect on
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her. With the second puff she began to feel very lightheaded indeed,
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and she was very much ready to retire to the living room when it was
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suggested.
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Another glass of champagne was put into her hand when she had finished
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the first, and although she didn't want to add to her escalating
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tipsiness, she couldn't bring herself to refuse. As she drank, she
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could hear the servants finishing off in the kitchen and dining room
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somewhere, and finally there was silence from that direction with a
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|
series of doors being slammed. The three of them were alone again in
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the big house. Handsome nuzzled his furry snout against her party
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|
exposed thigh and her fingers played affectionately around her ears.
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Maxwell Carter had started the stereo, and, as they relaxed over their
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drinks and cigarettes, the most sensual music seemed to waft through
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the air of the living room-cum-library. By now the pungent sweetness of
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the smoke seemed to hang very heavy as well. It seemed to Ellen that
|
|
the scent of that smoke was exceptionally honeyish, but she was not
|
|
experienced enough to know what that meant, or to distinguish it from
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|
ordinary smoke.
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|
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|
"Time for our evening movie," Maxwell whispered, and then he
|
|
disappeared behind them and could be heard doing something in the
|
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projection room. In another moment the library's lights had dimmed, the
|
|
screen had slid down from the ceiling, and white flashes were
|
|
flickering across it as the film began.
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|
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|
The room was perfectly quiet now except for the film running and the
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occasional deep inhalation and exhalation. Occasionally one of them
|
|
coughed as well. And then there was a picture on the screen.
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|
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|
The film showed a large bed in a bedroom with a small vanity to one
|
|
side with a large mirror standing near it. While Ellen puzzled at this,
|
|
her empty champagne glass was taken away and a full one substituted.
|
|
She had lost all sense of proportion now and wasn't sure if it was
|
|
Maxwell or Dominique that had given her the glass. But it didn't
|
|
matter! The cigarette made her thirsty and dreamy, and she poured the
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|
cool liquid down her throat greedily.
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|
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|
It was nice to have someone looking after her the way the Carters did;
|
|
she loved them as if they were her real parents now. A happy, relaxed
|
|
feeling suffused her voluptuous young body and a soft smile of
|
|
appreciation flooded her sensual face.
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|
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|
On the screen, an innocent-looking young red-head had appeared by the
|
|
bed. She could not have been over sixteen and was the most lovely thing
|
|
Ellen had ever seen. She had a look of loneliness on her face that
|
|
touched Ellen to the depths because she felt all alone too. She
|
|
identified with this beautiful long-haired girl and concentrated on her
|
|
completely.
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|
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|
On the screen, the actress picked up a picture from the dressing table,
|
|
looked longingly at it for a moment, then pressed it tenderly to the
|
|
pear-shaped fullness of her proud young breasts outlined so clearly
|
|
beneath the tight black dress she wore. Then she placed the framed
|
|
photograph gently on her pillow and began to undress.
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|
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|
In a close-up, Ellen saw that the picture was that of a handsome
|
|
looking German shepherd. Her beloved pet, no doubt.
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|
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|
Meanwhile, the girl pulled her dress slowly upwards, exposing her high-
|
|
set calves and full, well-rounded thighs. The black of her long silk
|
|
stockings, held in place by a dainty lace-trimmed pink garter belt,
|
|
contrasted sharply with the creamy alabaster of her nakedly exposed
|
|
flesh.
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|
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|
"What is this?" Ellen could hear her own voice saying groggily, but it
|
|
sounded too unreal.
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|
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|
Dominique patted her hand gently. "Ssssh, darling. Shhh."
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|
|
|
The dress snaked its way over the girl's head and her magnificently-
|
|
rounded torso emerged. Then her white brassiere fell to the floor with
|
|
a flick of her fingers and the full grandeur and beauty of her firmly
|
|
ripe breasts swung into view. They stood high and proud, accentuated by
|
|
the lighting in the film. Their turgid little nipples stood out on the
|
|
luscious half-spheres, peaking still higher as the girl raised her arms
|
|
high up over her head, unpinning her long shining red hair and then
|
|
releasing it to cascade softly down over her alluring shoulders.
|
|
|
|
The girl was almost naked now, in just high unfashionable stiletto
|
|
heels, long black hose and the thin wisp of sheer white panties. She
|
|
turned and bent over slowly, her back to them; then she drew the silken
|
|
panties tantalizingly down over her curved hips and buttocks --
|
|
brushing them sensuously along her smooth thighs and calves, and
|
|
finally discarding them at her feet by her dress. She stretched
|
|
languidly and teasingly as she turned front-ward. All of her delicious
|
|
nakedness was exposed now, from her high sumptuously rounded breasts to
|
|
the soft chestnut triangle of her vaginal mound.
|
|
|
|
Ellen shifted nervously as Maxwell sat down next to her with a fresh
|
|
drink in his hand. Dominique got up to get something in the darkness,
|
|
and Handsome left Ellen's lap and followed slavishly after her.
|
|
|
|
The thirteen year old blonde had certainly never expected anything like
|
|
this, but the champagne and the cigarette had made her head so giddy
|
|
that she couldn't think of any appropriate comment. And anyway she was
|
|
still conscious of her desire to appear "adult" before the Carters.
|
|
|
|
The girl in the motion picture lay back on the bed now; she had picked
|
|
up the framed photograph of the German shepherd and was looking at it
|
|
longingly. Ellen gasped aloud as the actress free hand massaged her
|
|
breasts in passionate circles, her fingers tweaking the rubber-eraser
|
|
nipples into throbbing hardness. The girl's legs scissored open and
|
|
closed slowly, exposing the thin teenage slit of her vagina nestled so
|
|
titillatingly inside the curly auburn hair up between her thighs. Her
|
|
naked ass-cheeks twisted back against the mattress as though she were
|
|
trying to bury herself in it. Sheer wanton desire was reflected in her
|
|
hotly glowing eyes.
|
|
|
|
Ellen squirmed her own buttocks nervously, feeling the cushion of the
|
|
sofa brush electrically against the soft swelling of her throbbing
|
|
young pussy. Staring at this unexpected shock, her breath quickened and
|
|
her nostrils flared wickedly.
|
|
|
|
As she sipped breathlessly the last of her champagne, Mr. Carter lit
|
|
two more thin cigarettes and passed her one. Without thinking, Ellen
|
|
inhaled deeply from hers until she began to cough, and then he took it
|
|
away from her and passed her another full glass of champagne. She could
|
|
feel an unfamiliar tingling in her loins expanding in size as she
|
|
drank.
|
|
|
|
Gradually, however, she could feel herself beginning to unwind and come
|
|
free of her inhibitions. The heat and excitement of the motion picture
|
|
had begun to stimulate the drugged blonde girl against her will. She
|
|
squirmed down against the couch again, feeling the rounded edge of the
|
|
cushion shoving her skirt and panties up tighter against her pelvic
|
|
area. She rubbed herself gently against it, worming the cushion corner
|
|
directly into her moistly pulsating cunt lips. Her aroused young body
|
|
rocked on it then with an almost discernible rhythm -- in unison with
|
|
the girl in the film. She could feel the wetness spread between her
|
|
thighs as she opened them slightly to gain greater contact with the
|
|
cushion. The roughness brushed soothingly against her tiny, rising
|
|
clitoris through the sheer panties.
|
|
|
|
She looked guiltily out of the corner of her eye at the Carters to make
|
|
sure they hadn't noticed; apparently they hadn't. Mr. Carter appeared
|
|
to be dragging heavily on his cigarette, and his eyes seemed rather
|
|
glazed. Dominique was lying back on the chaise lounge with Handsome
|
|
nuzzling up between her legs as she stroked his furry ears. The older
|
|
woman's evening gown had slipped up so that her sleek firm thighs were
|
|
visible above the tops of her sheer nylon stockings. Even in this dim
|
|
light Ellen could make out the white band of her panties. Dominique
|
|
seemed unaware of her almost indecent exposure. Her mouth was open with
|
|
intoxicated rapture as Handsome licked along her naked flesh and her
|
|
dreamy glazed over eyes studied the action on the screen.
|
|
|
|
Ellen leaned back against the couch, careful not to break contact with
|
|
the edge of the cushion pressed so snugly into the heated wet crevice
|
|
up between her fevered young thighs, and found Mr. Carter's fatherly
|
|
arm behind her, waiting. She relaxed against it with a pleasant,
|
|
secured sigh and made no protest as Maxwell's hand came to rest
|
|
casually on her budding left breast. It was wonderful to have real
|
|
parents and a real father again, she thought. The Carters made all of
|
|
life and every day exciting.
|
|
|
|
The older man pushed the sweet-tasting cigarette between her lips, and
|
|
she took a more careful drag on it than she had last time, so that she
|
|
didn't cough at all, but, instead, felt rather like giggling. The rich,
|
|
masculine scent of Maxwell's cologne filled her nostrils, making her
|
|
loins squirm even more. It had a rich, heady, suggestive odor, and she
|
|
snuggled backward into his arm unthinkingly.
|
|
|
|
Now the girl on the screen appeared to be writhing with uncontrollable
|
|
lasciviousness on the big bed, as though she were being attacked by
|
|
some unseen lover. She had placed the picture of the dog on the bedside
|
|
table, and both her hands were running over her body as though out of
|
|
control, her fingertips dancing over her taut little belly and coming
|
|
to rest together at the "vee" of her hair-covered loins. She groaned as
|
|
her fingers contacted the moistly glistening slit up between her
|
|
thighs, and pulled her knees up, her toes curling tightly into the
|
|
mattress. Then she straightened her legs like two beautifully carved
|
|
alabaster columns, letting them fall wide open to reveal the pink
|
|
little furrow between. Her fingers moved into her fleshy vaginal lips
|
|
and spread them apart slowly until the wet pinkness was fully visible
|
|
surrounding the hungrily opening cuntal mouth. The half-moons of her
|
|
rounded buttocks shone with sweat which ran down the crevice between
|
|
her ass-cheeks. Her tiny anus nestled quietly, but invitingly beneath
|
|
the swollen cuntal lips.
|
|
|
|
Ellen gasped with disbelief as the girl slowly inserted her
|
|
outstretched middle finger into her visibly throbbing pussy furrow,
|
|
stroking the tiny bud-like clitoris to a quivering erectness. Mr.
|
|
Carter squeezed her breast tightly as if to reassure her, but, instead,
|
|
this only made Ellen's breathing come faster. She was embarrassed and
|
|
afraid to look at him. It was shameful of her, but his hand seemed only
|
|
to be increasing the fluttering sensation of excitement in her loins.
|
|
She was convinced she had inherited this evil from her mother. How
|
|
could she ever look the wonderful and respectable Carters in the eye
|
|
again? She had to get a hold on herself.
|
|
|
|
But now she was hypnotized into immobility as the sensuous movements of
|
|
the naked young girl on the bed increased and her probing fingers
|
|
worked themselves inside the pink flesh of her tight little cunt,
|
|
slowly widening those seeping vaginal lips. A moment later, she slipped
|
|
her index finger in alongside her middle one and began fucking them
|
|
eagerly in and out of her stretched cuntal opening. Almost frantically,
|
|
her legs jack-knifed backward until her knees pressed against her
|
|
flattened breasts and her nakedly squirming ass-cheeks rose and fell in
|
|
response to her thrusting fingers. The red-headed teenager's facial
|
|
muscles contorted as she added another finger to the two already in her
|
|
tight young cunt and, clenching her teeth, rammed all three into the
|
|
hungry pink folds of pussy flesh. They disappeared with a loud sucking
|
|
noise, and a soft purr of pleasure whispered from the girl's open
|
|
throat.
|
|
|
|
Ellen tensed with shock, her mouth gaping open in astonishment, and it
|
|
was only Mr. Carter's firm grip on her outsized young breasts that kept
|
|
her fleeing from the room. She knew that she should leave right now,
|
|
but, at the same time, she felt too weak to tear herself away.
|
|
|
|
Maxwell put the drugged cigarette between her lips again, and once more
|
|
she drew on it deeply. Her feverishly pulsing loins and mind seemed to
|
|
swim with vague, undefined warmish desires. She wanted to flee, but she
|
|
wanted to stay, too. She wanted ... oh, she didn't know what she
|
|
wanted.
|
|
|
|
Maxwell Carter made her take another sip of champagne. It was difficult
|
|
to be sure, but it seemed as if his hand had begun a gentle kneading of
|
|
her pulsating breast. A passion of indefinable desire was raging out of
|
|
control up between her legs, and she felt so strange that she wanted to
|
|
rip off all her clothes ... do something!
|
|
|
|
Abruptly, she realized she felt the same as the young girl in the film
|
|
must feel. Up there, the other teenager on the screen now seemed to
|
|
have become possessed. Her eyes and teeth were clenched tightly as she
|
|
writhed in complete wantonness beneath her own fingers, fucking eagerly
|
|
in and out of the wetly glistening hole up between her legs. The lewd,
|
|
rapid rhythm drove grunts of pleasure and sighs of delight from deep in
|
|
her lust-constricted chest as her fingers sank into the tight pink
|
|
opening, making moist sucking sounds when they withdrew, only to be
|
|
thrust back in again and again.
|
|
|
|
Her face was mottled as she strained for orgasm and she groaned with
|
|
sexual frustration as her fingers plunged deeper and deeper into her
|
|
teenage little cunt. Her reddish chestnut hair lolled from side to side
|
|
in a gorgeous mass beneath her straining face as she arched her back
|
|
and buttocks up off the bed ...
|
|
|
|
And then Ellen's eyes widened dramatically and her awe-struck mouth
|
|
dropped open, her jaw helplessly slack. For, entering the film suddenly
|
|
from one side of the screen was the most powerful-looking German
|
|
shepherd she had ever seen in her life ...
|
|
|
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|
Chapter 4
|
|
|
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|
|
The girl in the motion picture screamed as she saw the dog, her eyes
|
|
widening in terror. She tried to lower her legs and roll off the bed,
|
|
but the enormous German shepherd growled menacingly, and she froze with
|
|
her fingers still deeply embedded within her passion-drenched pussy,
|
|
her thighs spread wide and her knees almost touching her large, up-
|
|
thrusting young breasts.
|
|
|
|
"Rex!" she cried, her lower lip trembling. "You knew Shep is away, you
|
|
bad dog! And you're his brother, too. You should be ashamed of
|
|
yourself!"
|
|
|
|
But the huge dog made another guttural noise, and the helpless red-
|
|
headed teenager quivered with fear. The dog's great panting head, its
|
|
long red tongue lolling out mindlessly, was only moments above her
|
|
defenseless upturned loins.
|
|
|
|
Ellen gasped as the gigantic animal bounded onto the bed. She grabbed
|
|
Carter's arm tightly, scarcely noticing the dig of his fingers into the
|
|
softness of her quivering young breasts. The dog's ardent rush
|
|
frightened her to death.
|
|
|
|
"Oh ... no! Mr. Carter," she breathed huskily, "What's he going to do
|
|
to the poor girl?"
|
|
|
|
"You'll see," her protector grinned. "You'll see, child. But don't be
|
|
frightened. Because she's going to love it. You'll see! Rex is a well-
|
|
trained dog, and he's always kind to little girls."
|
|
|
|
Ellen felt desperately that she ought to leave, but a shivering
|
|
lassitude had swept through her trembling legs, and she was afraid that
|
|
she would be unable to stand. At the same time, the sheer helplessness
|
|
of the girl lying with fear beneath the ferociously snarling dog was
|
|
fascinating for some reason understood only in the fiery pit of her
|
|
stomach. She felt a surge of emotion within her churning belly that was
|
|
totally unlike any other feeling she had ever known before. It was as
|
|
if her wetly throbbing vagina was full of butterflies. The lewd thought
|
|
of this monstrous beast doing whatever he wanted to the naked,
|
|
defenseless girl sent shivers of revulsive curiosity tingling
|
|
electrically through her virginal thirteen year old flesh, and goose
|
|
pimples erupted all over on her ordinarily satin-smooth skin.
|
|
|
|
She took the fresh glass of champagne from Mr. Carter and downed it
|
|
with one nervous gulp. By now her fascination with the lewd scene
|
|
before her was counterpointed only by the dizziness which had begun to
|
|
make the room swirl around her.
|
|
|
|
She relaxed once more against Maxwell Carter's arm, her eyes still
|
|
glued to the increasingly obscene movie. She did not seem to notice,
|
|
nor did she resist, as his hand moved underneath her sweater, then
|
|
inside her tightly clasping white brassiere to cup the firm softness of
|
|
her proud young breast. Nor did she say anything when she felt the
|
|
surge of pleasure after he trapped one small nipple gently between
|
|
thumb and forefinger. She understood vaguely what was happening, but
|
|
she liked Mr. Carter so much and trusted him, that it would have seemed
|
|
unfriendly to protest. Anyway, Dominique was there, so it must be all
|
|
right.
|
|
|
|
And, besides, it felt so wonderful as her nipples stiffened and swelled
|
|
under his caresses. The teenage blond squirmed tighter down into the
|
|
seat, deliberately pressing the cushion into her passion-drenched
|
|
cuntal crevice. Her lewd fascination with the adventure up on the
|
|
screen held her as if in a hypnotic trance. Meanwhile, the cushion-
|
|
rubbing was exciting the ultra-sensitive lips of her wet young pussy.
|
|
She could feel tiny throbs pulsing in the bud of her teenage clitoris,
|
|
and she bit her lower lip hard in order to restrict the forbidden
|
|
sensations that were pulsating so strongly up between her golden legs.
|
|
|
|
Now the giant German shepherd on the screen had lowered his muzzle into
|
|
the red-headed girl's cringing little pussy and was sniffing the
|
|
fragrant pink flesh. His tail wagged and trembled as he became
|
|
increasingly excited. Ellen's startled eyes alighted on the massive red
|
|
penis that was issuing from the furry pouch between the dog's legs. She
|
|
would never have dreamed that a dog's penis could be so enormous and so
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beautifully tapered to a sharp point;
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The teenager in the film moaned with terror as the cold nose made
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contact with her tiny puckered anus. She tensed visibly and then the
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dog began licking wetly up and down the sweat-streaked crevice around
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it, his tongue-tip burrowing slightly into the outer fleshy anal ring.
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The red-head tried to squirm away, but the dog snarled menacingly again
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and began greedily lapping at the hair-lined pink slit up between her
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trembling thighs. He ran his tongue wetly the full length of it, from
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the tight-closed little pucker of her anus, up over the flushing fluted
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edges of her cunt and then over the erect little clitoris. His great
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tongue spread through the fleshy layers like a knife through soft
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butter. It flicked relentlessly between the girl's widespread legs,
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pausing sporadically to curl its way like a drill deep inside her
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glistening cuntal folds. The helpless girl thrashed and squirmed under
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this bestial lapping of her churning loins, and then low moans of
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obscene pleasure began issuing in an endless stream from her lust-
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contorted lips.
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Ellen shuddered from the sexual stimulation she was receiving through
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every pore in her sensually awakening young body. The pull of the
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forbidden and the illicit was very strong, stronger than her
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undeveloped mental will. She gasped at the change coming over the
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writhing young girl on the bed. Her frightened sobs had changed to soft
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mews of involuntary pleasure -- pleasure she did not want and had
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obviously set her mind against. But that slithering thick tongue had
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forced her into a state of mindless delight, and she obviously could
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not resist. She raised her hands in indecision for a moment above her
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nakedly thrashing flesh, then dropped them to grasp the dog's ears.
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With a guttural sound of animal hunger, she kicked her legs back up
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over her head and pulled his nose forward in her wetly throbbing cunt.
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His long red tongue immediately thrust up her moist passageway,
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ravishing her up-thrust loins without mercy. Wild, incoherent shrieks
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of wanton pleasure streamed from her lips; she pleaded with and
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alternately encouraged the dumb animal salivating between her
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rapturously grinding ass-cheeks. He licked at her like the savage beast
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he was, the rutting lust of the wild driving him on to further
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obscenity ...
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Ellen heard a groan from Dominique and tore her eyes from the lewd
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spectacle in the film. Her feeling of shock and amazement widened, for
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Dominique had both of her elegant long legs spread very wide, her dress
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now bunched up over her hips, as Handsome nipped and bit at her flimsy
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white panties. They came off in shreds in his teeth, and Ellen shivered
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in frightened excitement as the dog's enormous tongue lapped upward
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into the shining wet folds of his mistress' vagina.
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A warning bell sounded in Ellen's subconscious. She knew that she
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should run away from this wicked place and these lewd stimulations
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before her body succumbed to the urgent hunger pulsating through it.
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But then another groan from the lurid motion picture dragged her
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drugged mind from all reasonable considerations once more.
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Now the dog had lifted his head from the pleading girl's moistly
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glistening pussy in order to nose her over onto her stomach in servile
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surrender. All resistance obviously had evaporated under that maddening
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tongue which had so mercilessly lapped her eagerly quivering pussy. She
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was completely enslaved by the German shepherd panting over her. Her
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nakedly trembling body was spread-eagled face down on the bed as the
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huge head lowered again and the thick tongue slithered into the exposed
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crevice between the moaning girl's rounded ass-cheeks. She ground her
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buttocks toward him lasciviously as she reached back to spread the
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ivory globes and provide full access to her tiny puckering anus.
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The tongue lashed her for another long vivid moment, and the salacious
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spectacle caused Ellen to feel the aching hunger spread upward from her
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warmly tingling cunt into her passion-swollen breasts. She was panting
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now for breath as she squirmed down harder against the cushion, pushing
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the wetly swollen lips of her passion-seared pussy against the ridge of
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material as if to quench the terrible fire there. Mr. Carter's hands
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caressing her throbbing young breasts both thrilled and frightened her.
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She tried with all her might to pull his hand away, but her own hands
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moved only as far as his, her fingers running gently through its thick
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black hairs, and then fell back, lifeless, into her lap. Feeling as
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though she were about to explode, her glassy eyes reverted again to the
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film, hoping to find relief by looking at something else.
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The German shepherd was now nuzzling under the lust-paralyzed girl's
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naked loins, pushing his massive head between her pelvis and the
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mattress. Ellen's eyes widened in disbelief as the head lifted, raising
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the red-head's buttocks. The girl knelt obediently, elevating her
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trembling white ass-cheeks, bending in abject surrender. The relentless
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tongue had lashed her into servile defeat; crushed her resistance with
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its vigorous and unremitting attack on her sensitive organs.
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Ellen's breath was coming in a continuous series of open-mouthed gasps.
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Each lewd event taking place before her virginal eyes seemed more
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astonishing than the last. The girl in the movie was now on all fours,
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and the huge dog was mounting the spread rounds of her buttocks, its
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paws on her back, his enormous red penis slipping and sliding within
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and over those two glistening white globes of flesh. The glistening
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scarlet organ seemed to be dripping some sort of liquid as the tapered
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cock-tip danced erotically in her anal crevice. The huge beast
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staggered and shifted, struggling to bury his thick animal shaft within
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the red-headed teenager's submissively kneeling body.
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The girl looked back, sobbing, in what appeared to be excitement and
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fear, as she shifted her softly undulating young buttocks in order to
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capture the lengthening animal rod, striving to sheath the dog within
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her voraciously grasping vagina. The sharp tip missed, slid up to find
|
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her temporally relaxed anus, and attempted to enter. But the girl
|
|
managed to evade this indelicate prod, and the German shepherd returned
|
|
energetically to the attack. At last the thin point of his penis slid
|
|
underneath into the soft, hair-nested cuntal crevice, rubbing her
|
|
clitoris. The hot scarlet of his jabbing penis contrasted startlingly
|
|
with the fevered pink of the girl's passion-inflamed cunt, spreading
|
|
her glistening vaginal lips wider as his still unhoused cock slid
|
|
through them.
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|
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|
Ellen held her breath. She couldn't believe this was happening. Maxwell
|
|
Carter's hands seemed to be all over her own excitedly heaving breasts
|
|
now, but she didn't notice anything except the volcanic upheaval in her
|
|
hot young cunt and the action on the motion picture screen. The dog was
|
|
still attempting to skewer the moaning red-headed girl on his huge,
|
|
dripping instrument. He growled in frustration as the girl, in
|
|
desperation, reached behind her and grasped the long slippery organ.
|
|
Her eyes closed in lust, she guided the German shepherd's cock into her
|
|
moist pink slit until the dog began a furious fucking motion that made
|
|
her cry out with joy and pain combined as his incredibly long penis
|
|
disappeared up into her tight little cunt.
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|
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|
Ellen was beyond belief or disbelief. Everything had become too
|
|
incredible. The dog shuddered forward and buried his shaft of animal
|
|
flesh deeply up into the teenager's writhing cuntal orifice. It
|
|
slithered forward with a wet rush until it was sunk to the hilt, his
|
|
hairy balls swinging in with a loud slap beneath her wide-spread
|
|
thighs. A moan of relief broke from her joy-twisted lips as she moved
|
|
rhythmically backwards to meet each new thrust of the panting and
|
|
slavering dog. His forelegs trapped her waist, and she began to
|
|
undulate her naked young body and buttocks in lewd circles, abandoning
|
|
herself wantonly to this delicious animal fucking. Her face was
|
|
contorted with rapture and her swaying breasts danced erotically
|
|
beneath her writhing torso, moving in time to the dog's skewering cock
|
|
as it buried itself relentlessly like a hot poker up inside her taut
|
|
little belly.
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|
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|
The burning sensation in Ellen's bubbling cunt was increasing madly
|
|
with each additional second she watched the young girl being ravished
|
|
by the dog. She could feel a trickle of perspiration running from her
|
|
navel down her belly and into her pubic hair. Its slow, teasing trail
|
|
caused her to squirm her throbbing cuntal crevice down in desperation
|
|
against the cushion, the edge rubbing sensuously against the moist
|
|
hair-lined flanges of her own warmly pulsing pussy. She bit down hard
|
|
into her lower lip to repress a groan of pure frustration. Her forehead
|
|
flushed with perspiration and another trickle ran down the fleshy
|
|
valley between her full sensuous breasts which Maxwell had massaged
|
|
into a quivering sensitivity as he clutched her like a man possessed.
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|
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|
Ellen's sexual nerves wen shattered, and her mind whirled in drugged
|
|
indecision. She knew that she ought to flee and that she had already
|
|
gone too far by not protesting when Mr. Carter squeezed and kneaded her
|
|
breasts beneath her brassiere, but she still wanted to show them that
|
|
she was not a mere child -- and, besides, it felt so goo-dd.
|
|
|
|
Perhaps it would be all right. She could still stop Maxwell Carter if
|
|
he did anything more than caressing her like this. And, anyway,
|
|
Dominique was there, so everything had to be all right.
|
|
|
|
And then she looked again at Mrs. Carter -- she had fallen back onto
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|
the couch and was pulling Handsome's snout up into her glistening wet
|
|
pussy by grabbing his ears.
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|
|
|
Ellen's face crimsoned. This was really unbelievable. Handsome's tongue
|
|
was actually slapping wetly between Dominique's thighs just like what
|
|
had happened up on the screen. The lewd thought sent another electric
|
|
tingle deep into her belly, and the trembling thirteen year old girl
|
|
could feel the seeping wetness between her own thighs increasing. Her
|
|
heart pounded like a tom-tom and it reverberated in her hotly throbbing
|
|
pussy. She was sure Mr. Carter could feel it inside of her softly
|
|
pliant breast which he was digging his tantalizing fingers into.
|
|
|
|
Her blinking eyes strayed back to the lewdly swaying body of the girl
|
|
in the film. She was kneeling before the grunting and hunching German
|
|
shepherd as he fucked into her wide-open little cunt with his long
|
|
scarlet penis, and she was completely out of her mind with lust and
|
|
shouting obscene encouragement at the dumb beast through her lust-
|
|
constricted throat. She was begging him to fuck her harder and to spew
|
|
his animal cum into her cunt. She yelled that she wanted to be filled
|
|
with his burning hot sperm and that was all that mattered. The girl was
|
|
no longer human, but a quivering mass of sweating, passion-deranged
|
|
flesh begging to be subjugated. She was literally reveling in
|
|
bestiality, and she ground her naked young buttocks back against his
|
|
hairy jerking body just as if she was another dog.
|
|
|
|
Ellen stared with abject fascination. Rivulets of moisture were
|
|
building in the girl's rotating buttocks as the dog pummeled it. The
|
|
sweat glistened and ran slowly down the backs of her trembling thighs.
|
|
|
|
Ellen tried to make it appear as if she was merely changing position as
|
|
she ground her own warmly tingling pussy down into the couch, but
|
|
increasingly she suspected that Maxwell Carter was not fooled. And it
|
|
was becoming more difficult by the minute to conceal her frustration.
|
|
Mr. Carter's hand was kneading her breasts with increasing urgency and
|
|
making her hardened nipples throb mightily with guilty pleasure. She
|
|
snuggled down closer to him, instinctively covering his hands with hers
|
|
in order to conceal his misbehavior from his wife. Handsome was
|
|
continuing to lap loudly at his mistress' pussy, making rapid thrusts
|
|
with his spear-pointed tongue.
|
|
|
|
Dominique's eyes were glazed with sensuality in the dim light, and she
|
|
ground her pelvis upward into the dog's face with great determination,
|
|
snorting and muttering obscene oaths of encouragement as Handsome
|
|
licked at her wide-spread vagina. Still, Ellen had no wish to test the
|
|
force of the older woman's jealousy, and, truthfully, she was enjoying
|
|
Mr. Carter's expert caresses of her warmly tingling breasts.
|
|
|
|
Ellen squirmed down harder against the cushion. Mr. Carter had turned
|
|
toward her and dropped his other hand to her bared knee, then slipping
|
|
it up toward the full firmness of her thigh. She had frozen momentarily
|
|
at this unexpected gentle touch on her sensitive teenage flesh. Now he
|
|
was pushing up the hem of her skirt; then his searching hand was
|
|
halfway up to her panties before she got hold of herself and blocked
|
|
him by dropping her hand to her lap and tightly clenching her thighs.
|
|
She held on to his wrist, not daring to look at him while her eyes
|
|
darted to the unspeakably unnatural behavior continuing between
|
|
Dominique and Handsome. She tried to ascertain if Mrs. Carter had
|
|
noticed anything between herself and Maxwell, but it was difficult to
|
|
tell. She probably had not, inasmuch as her eyelids were fluttering and
|
|
she seemed totally engrossed in the tongue of her dog so eagerly
|
|
lapping at her own genitals. Still Ellen gradually forced Carter's hand
|
|
back down, pushing her skirt with it until she was completely covered
|
|
again.
|
|
|
|
But his other hand settled immediately in her lap. She tried to hold
|
|
it, but it was strong and it moved away, kneading the softness of her
|
|
taut little belly under the thin material of her sweater and dropping
|
|
lower to tease the light sprinkling of pussy hair at the base of her
|
|
stomach. His tormenting fingers rotated against her pubic mound but
|
|
were unable to go lower because of her tightly pressed thighs. She
|
|
pressed her buttocks down harder against the couch, knowing that he
|
|
would think she was trying to rub the rough edge of the cushion
|
|
secretly into her seeping vaginal slit.
|
|
|
|
The hot flood between her thighs was so heavy now that it was wetting
|
|
her skirt, and she could feel the warm moisture on her trembling ass-
|
|
cheeks as she pressed down harder to feed the lewd pleasure churning in
|
|
her loins and pussy lips. As his fingers gently smoothed her fevered
|
|
flesh, the innocent teenager became confused as to whether or not to
|
|
give way to the fierce waves of pleasure that were washing over her hot
|
|
young flesh. Thus far everything was wickedly enjoyable -- with no
|
|
danger, because Dominique Carter was present. She grasped Mr. Carter's
|
|
wrist -- but did not try further to stop him. Now his fingers were
|
|
moving about freely, teasing her excitedly throbbing vagina and lower
|
|
belly mercilessly through the thin material of her passion-soaked
|
|
panties and skirt.
|
|
|
|
Ellen closed her eyes and sighing, resigned herself to the delightful
|
|
sensations that were rolling through her pleasure-drenched body. Then
|
|
she gasped in surprise -- for suddenly Mr. Carter shifted his hand from
|
|
her lap to underneath the side of her buttocks. And all the time his
|
|
handsome worldly face watched the film on the screen as if nothing was
|
|
going on.
|
|
|
|
What could she do? His left hand was now wedged between her ass-cheeks
|
|
and the seat, with his outstretched middle finger working its way
|
|
slowly up between her buttocks cleft to her dampened panties. Now she
|
|
could feel his finger tickling the wildly tingling lips of her wet
|
|
young cunt. If she moved to push him away she would have to drop her
|
|
hand which was concealing his pleasantly kneading fingers on her
|
|
quivering breasts. And any struggle would certainly attract his wife's
|
|
attention.
|
|
|
|
She dropped one hand slowly to grasp his wrist under her squirming
|
|
buttocks, but that didn't seem to stop him; he merely continued his
|
|
ruthless teasing of her sensitive thirteen year old vagina, his finger
|
|
probing at her moistly pulsing slit through the thin skirt and panties.
|
|
She couldn't do any more without creating a scene, so Ellen resigned
|
|
herself -- with secret relief -- to his lewdly thrilling caresses of
|
|
her virginal cunt.
|
|
|
|
She squirmed slightly away as his extended middle finger continued its
|
|
gentle stroking motion, pushing the folds of her skirt up into her
|
|
hotly throbbing crevice. Gushes of shame washed through her at the
|
|
waves of indecent pleasure that were inundating her loins and killing
|
|
her will to resist.
|
|
|
|
Maxwell's hand became bolder as he sensed the cute blonde girl's
|
|
impending surrender. He hooked his middle finger to slide her skirt up
|
|
the backs of her thighs in order to penetrate the soft moistness of her
|
|
nylon panties beneath.
|
|
|
|
But this was lunacy. She couldn't possibly be enjoying herself: She had
|
|
to resist with everything she had in her. What was happening to her?
|
|
|
|
Ellen bit down hard into her lower lip, glancing at Dominique again,
|
|
who was moaning with rapture at Handsome's lingual administrations and
|
|
ignoring them completely.
|
|
|
|
The virginal thirteen year old blonde could feel her skirt rising
|
|
faster now, and she gasped aloud as Mr. Carter's hand was suddenly
|
|
covering all of the wet crotch band of her panties and snaking under
|
|
the elastic leg band to stroke the wetly quivering lips of her pussy.
|
|
She writhed her ass-cheeks down against his finger and held her breath
|
|
for fear a moan of delight might escape her.
|
|
|
|
Her entire young body quivered as the invading finger tickled the hotly
|
|
lubricated softness of its tender walls. She could feel its slick
|
|
moisture covering the palm of his hand beneath her grinding buttocks as
|
|
it crept inexorably upward into her quaking cuntal crevice.
|
|
|
|
Maxwell's middle finger was quickly joined by another, and then they
|
|
were moving in tantalizing circles inside of her, expanding her tight
|
|
little vaginal aperture with each titillating rotation. Ellen felt as
|
|
if she were going out of her mind; she didn't see how she could stand
|
|
this loins-shattering teasing for one more second. This rippling fire
|
|
raging so maddeningly throughout her undulating young cunt, together
|
|
with the feeling his fingers fucking up into her hopelessly open and
|
|
vulnerable vagina without mercy, was increased by a hundred-fold by the
|
|
bestial scene in front of her on the motion picture screen, where the
|
|
helpless red-head was being fucked into a moaning mindlessness by the
|
|
big dog. And, oh God, to make everything even worse, this man's wife
|
|
was being licked in the cunt by her German shepherd!
|
|
|
|
Suddenly there was a loud cry from up on the screen. The other teenager
|
|
was twisting her head from side to side wildly, her long reddish
|
|
chestnut hair churning on the mattress. She was in the opening throes
|
|
of a climax, and she screwed her smoothly rounded ass-cheeks back
|
|
greedily against the dog, out of her mind with lust. The enormous
|
|
beast's tongue hung laxly out of the corner of his mouth as he skewered
|
|
into the moaning girl, his saliva dripping all over her glistening
|
|
back. She shrieked with an insane joy and back against him as he
|
|
shuddered forward, driving his long animal cock to the hilt in her
|
|
nakedly gyrating pussy, and began spewing his hot animal cum deep up
|
|
inside her belly, his penis spitting in hard spurts against the back
|
|
walls of her urgently clasping vaginal walls. Ellen watched in
|
|
fascination as the girl began sobbing and her rounded buttocks
|
|
contracted involuntarily, signaling her own orgasmic upheaval. A stream
|
|
of viscous white liquid oozed from her snugly clenching young cunt
|
|
which was squeezing the dog's molten red penis. Thin trails of pearl-
|
|
colored cum ran down the back of her trembling thighs, and her ass-
|
|
cheeks glistened as she pitched forward on her face, exhausted.
|
|
|
|
Ellen's breath was coming in rasping pants as she watched the German
|
|
shepherd's rapidly deflating cock slip from the girl's mauled passage
|
|
with a sucking sound that echoed lewdly through the room. The girl had
|
|
passed into a sweet oblivion, and the dog stood above her wagging his
|
|
tail with obvious appreciation, and then lay contentedly down between
|
|
her open legs, his huge muzzle nuzzling gently within the soft hair-
|
|
covered "vee" of her ravished loins.
|
|
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|
Chapter 5
|
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|
|
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.
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Carter to fondle her body during the movie. And Dominique appeared to
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feel no shame whatever over her behavior with Handsome --
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What had come over them?
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Dominique lay down on the couch again, this time spreading her legs
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wide-open so that Ellen could guiltily glimpse the way her stockings
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were attached to her garters -- with no panties above! She could see
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very clearly the soft nest of auburn pubic hair wherein Handsome had
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been licking; it was still glistening. "Any woman who's had a dog
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doesn't want anything else after that, lover. But Ellen's too young to
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understand that. Why, she's probably still a virgin -- aren't you,
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little sweetheart?"
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"Why, I --" The way Dominique said it made her feel so inadequate, so
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inferior. She wanted to protest somehow.
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"Ellen's just like a head of lettuce," joked Maxwell Carter. "Cold and
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green."
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"Well, then it's time she learned," said Dominique. She grabbed
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Handsome's ears and pulled his snout back up between her open legs.
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"Once you've had your cunt lapped by one of these animals -- especially
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Handsome -- I guarantee you'll never think of anything else, Ellen. And
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once he's fucked you -- you won't be able to think of anything else,
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period."
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Cunt. Fucked. Oh God, why did they use these terrible words that Ellen
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had always been taught were dirty? Only bad girls at school used such
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words. And yet tonight she was finding them stimulating. She couldn't
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deny the new wash of hot fluid through her loins as these erotic words
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were brought into play.
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"I -- I think I'd better go home now," she stammered awkwardly,
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summoning all of her courage through all of her fear. Tears were
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forming in the corners of her bright blue eyes.
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"Oh for God's sake, Ellen," Mr. Carter said impatiently. "You've got to
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stop behaving like a little baby."
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"Or we just won't invite you here any more," echoed Dominique, lowering
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the boom.
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"I saw you rubbing your hot little pussy down against that seat like
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your cunt was on fire, young lady," Carter went on. "You're not fooling
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anyone here."
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"I saw it, too, Maxwell," said Dominique. "And I also noticed that you
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had your finger up inside her steaming little cunt as well."
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Ellen gasped at the realization that Dominique had seen her
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shamelessness. She dropped her face in her hands, sobbing piteously,
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unable to believe she had fallen so far in such a short time!
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Suddenly she felt Dominique's slender fingers in her long blonde hair
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and on her cheeks, smoothing the tears away.
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"There there, dear," the older woman said above her. "It's nothing to
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get upset about. All real women feel a need to fuck when a handsome man
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like Maxwell slides his finger up inside their pussy. It's only
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natural. Come on now, let's dry our tears. Maybe it's best if we
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freshen up a bit."
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Dominique took the ashamedly weeping young girl's hand and led her
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gently out of the library and across the foyer to the bathroom. Her arm
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draped sympathetically over the teenage blonde's shoulder as she
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sobbed. Once in the powder room she made a cold washcloth and pressed
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it gently to Ellen's forehead.
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"There dear, does that feel better?"
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Ellen groaned with self pity and threw herself into her adult friend's
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arms. "Oh, Dominique, I'm so ashamed. I -- I don't know what came over
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me!"
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Dominique laughed. "Don't be silly, darling. All it means is that
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you're growing up. But you'll be grown up even more once you stop
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feeling ashamed of her body and what it needs. You're a big girl, now,
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Ellen, and you've got to learn that there's nothing evil about enjoying
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sex. So just swim with it, darling. Let it carry you along."
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Dominique patted her shoulder. "Now get a hold of yourself. Let's not
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spoil what was developing into a perfectly lovely evening."
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Ellen agreed reluctantly and they managed to get her cleaned up. Then
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they returned to the library. The lushly proportioned teenager blushed
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at the thought of having to face Mr. Carter again after what she'd let
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him do, but she decided to fight childishness and try to be more adult
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the way the Carters wanted. They were, after all, her friends, and had
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made her happier in Kenilworth than anybody else she knew.
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Mr. Carter had put on some soft stereo music and that did help to make
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her feel more relaxed. Although a deep sense of shame continued to
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pervade her being that resisted all attempts at ouster.
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But one would never have known from Mr. Carter's demeanor that anything
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had happened between them. He looked perfectly casual as he sipped his
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Scotch and passed her a Coca-Cola. She was grateful that they weren't
|
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any longer giving her champagne, as she was afraid she might pass out
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if she had any more. She was feeling decidedly woozy. The curious-
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tasting cigarettes they had given her hadn't worn off either, nor had
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the furious tingle in her loins. She felt light-headed as a flower.
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Then she glanced over Mr. Carter's shoulder to where he was spreading
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out some photographs in front of him on the marble-topped coffee table.
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And the young girl gasped, almost dropping her-Coke. For the first
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picture she focused on showed a woman's face in a strained circle
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around a man's hardened penis.
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Chapter 6
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She had heard of women who did this, and had even heard some rough
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girls joking in the school toilet about it, but she had never expected
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to actually see someone doing such an obscenely wicked thing. The
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woman's mouth was stretched so wide Ellen wondered how she kept from
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choking on the huge penis, for her lips were locked on the thick shaft
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of male flesh as if they would never let go. The part exiting from her
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mouth was heavily ridged with blue veins. God, the young teenage blonde
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could almost feel it pulsating in her own suddenly salivating mouth.
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A ripple of excitement coursed through Ellen's loins as she considered
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its size. She clasped her legs tightly together and wondered
|
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involuntarily what it would be like to have something that big shoved
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up inside her little vaginal opening. She breathed with hurried, guilty
|
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excitement as Mr. Carter flipped over the next photograph. In this one
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the same woman was sitting on a sofa with her feet flat on the floor
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and her legs spread wide apart. A German shepherd had his snout between
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her thighs, and Ellen could see very clearly his long red tongue
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curling into the flushing pink lips of her vagina. The girl's mouth
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gaped at the lewd sight. This was exactly what Handsome had been doing
|
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to Dominique, what the dog had done in the movie. Despite her best
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|
will, the sight of this depraved act was fiercely exciting. She could
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feel a hot moistness seeping again through her pussy lips as she took a
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nervous sip from her Coke. Her hands were trembling.
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"Like that, huh?" Maxwell Carter asked, a devilish smirk on his face as
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he held up the picture.
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"Well, I --" Ellen was becoming confused again. She could not think of
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|
the right things to say. The entire aura of sensuality in the house had
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|
so permeated her impressionable young being that she could no longer
|
|
accurately define what was right and what was wrong.
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She could feel the lewd stirrings in her loins beginning all over
|
|
again, and she involuntarily ground her buttocks down against the seat
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to quiet the lascivious tingle.
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"Look at this girl's face," said Carter. "Obviously she's enjoying
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having her cunt licked, wouldn't you say?"
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"I -- I -- yes, yes, she is," Ellen breathed tremulously, her budding
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young breasts heaving with emotion. And then she began panting again as
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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
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|
portrait of ecstasy Ellen had ever seen.
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Oh ... oh ... how she must feel.
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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.
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|
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.
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|
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|
"Please ... Maxwell ..." she tried to protest, her heart beating like a
|
|
runaway train. "What will ... what will Mrs. Carter say ..."
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|
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|
"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
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anus. The cuddlesome thirteen year old groaned again, not noticing the
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change except for the fact that, if anything, the titillating licking
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of her organs felt all the more wonderful now.
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Ellen had never known anything like this feeling. It seemed to consume
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the whole of her sensually awakening being until there was nothing of
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interest in the entire universe but that wonderful tongue-lashing. Wild
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thoughts of Handsome and his great slobbering tongue slithering over
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Dominique's moist, hair-lined furrow ran through her mind even though
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she didn't know it was he. All she knew for sure was that her ripening
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teenage flesh reveled in this lewd tingling pleasure until she felt as
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if she might explode from it.
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Meanwhile Handsome slithered his tongue up her moist crevice again and
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again as Maxwell Carter went to the wall and pressed a secret button
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that started several motion picture cameras going at once. Then
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Dominique signaled to the powerful German shepherd, who abruptly ran
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his tongue over Ellen's ass-cheeks to the base of her spine, then
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followed the bony ridges up her back until this progress was halted by
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the bunched skirt around her tiny waist.
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Then he stood, straddling her legs awkwardly, and placed his forepaws
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on her, his long scarlet penis thrusting up into the split of her
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widespread buttocks, his tapered cock-head bumping rubberishly between
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her straining ass-cheeks.
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It scarcely registered that Handsome's paws were on her shoulder blades
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and that his panting and saliva was dripping in back of her. Ellen was
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still thinking of Mr. Carter and of what a wonderful tongue he had.
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When what she assumed was his penis began bumping around in the
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moistened cleft of her nether passage, a savage thrill of delighted
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expectation coursed through her nakedly quivering flesh. But this
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quickly changed to abject fear.
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Oh no! He's too big! she thought. He'll split me open!
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Her buttocks cringed forward, drawing away from the dog's rubbery-
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tipped cock, but the long animal penis followed. She panted hollowly as
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he worked himself into position, painfully aware that there was nowhere
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else she could go. Her naked young body was trapped between the coffee
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table and the searching instrument behind her.
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Oh good lord! Mr. Carter would split her! He was trying to impale her!
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And then Maxwell's hands actually were around the tops of her thighs,
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gripping them tightly, his fingers parting the soft white flesh so that
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Handsome could get his fiercely jerking cock inside of her hot young
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wetness.
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"Reach behind -- put it in," he whispered to her from behind.
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"No, I can't," she whimpered. "Please don't make me, Mr. Carter. It'll
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hurt."
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"Only for a little while. And then it will feel wonderful! Hurry!"
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"No!"
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She winced as one of his hands slapped her bottom smartly, a smack
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which seemed to only drive her desire still higher into her breasts.
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"Put it in, I say. Put it in now!"
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Ellen whimpered and tears of humiliation fell from her lower eyelids to
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drip down over her cheeks. He was squeezing her thigh flesh so
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painfully she wouldn't be able to stand it for another moment. Anything
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would be less painful than that savage grip. In desperation she reached
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behind her for what she took to be his penis, found Handsome's long
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slick organ, and closed her hand over it with more tenderness than she
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should have allowed.
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It was enormous! Far bigger and hotter and wetter than she had
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imagined! She could never possibly take it all!
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But he squeezed her again, this time bringing a louder, longer squeal
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of pain from her tortured young lips. She tearfully placed the well-
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lubricated cock-head underneath her legs and into the snug elastic
|
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opening of her burning young cunt, biting down hard on her lip to keep
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from sobbing. She could feel the penis gradually working its way
|
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against her fearfully cringing pussy lips, parting them and then moving
|
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slowly inside through the tight ring of flesh which had guarded her
|
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virginity for so long. And then, just as she felt a wonderful
|
|
stretching of her loins, her ass-cheeks were swept further apart, and
|
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she could feel hairy haunches jogging against the sensitive flesh of
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her inner thighs.
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"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
|
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against her tough little hymen, then broke on through. His long thick
|
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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
|
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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.
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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.
|
|
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|
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.
|
|
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|
"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.
|
|
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|
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
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quivering breasts and her flailing blonde hair, Carter fucked into her
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with all the strength he had. The thirteen year old girl moaned, whined
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and cried out, temporarily trying to fight him off, her cum seeming to
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flood everything with moist stickiness. And then he groaned and began
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to ejaculate his churning semen up into her, his spurting cum gushing
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into her urgently dilating young womb.
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Her head whirled with depraved sensuality as the hot waves of his sperm
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flooded her soul, the powerful squirts surging like electrical charges
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and filling her to bursting. The walls of her earnest young vagina
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milked his penis ardently like a sucking mouth to get out every last
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delicious drop. And then her budding thirteen year old body collapsed
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in the wash of its own perspiration, totally drained, her brain empty
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of thought after her fantastically shattering climax.
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She lay there open and helpless, still bound by the ankles, mumbling
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stupidly to herself for an endless time, her sweat-soaked body feeling
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totally dissolved, vulnerable, and at one with the Universe.
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And then she heard Dominique's voice in the distance, "Uh oh, Max.
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There's the doorbell. Maybe you'd better wipe some of the cum off our
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young sweetie's cunt and make her presentable. If I know Lucifer, he
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won't want to lick her gorgeous blond pussy if she's too sloppy. I'll
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get the door."
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And then there was the sound of Dominique's footsteps moving off in the
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distance.
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Lucifer, Ellen thought through her sex-drugged mind. Who was Lucifer?
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And then she mercifully passed out.
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Chapter 7
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It was morning before the voluptuous young blonde finally came to again
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on the rumpled bed. Her long-lashed blue eyes fluttered open and fought
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the early morning twilight that permeated the heavy stale air of the
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well-furnished and beautifully decorated bedroom. She stretched lazily,
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like a cat, her curvaceously proportioned body swaying in all of its
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sultry contours. Strange odors wafted through her nostrils, causing her
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brow to wrinkle slightly as though deep in concentrated retrospection.
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Her tongue circled on the outskirts of her glossy pink lips, testing
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the slight pungency of the encrustations that she found on them.
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Her pretty, winsomely innocent eyes adjusted quizzically to the
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dimness, and she looked down at her body, reflecting on the curious
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position she had been sleeping in. Someone had changed her into a pink
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negligee, which was bunched up almost around her neck, the high twin
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rose-capped peaks of her proud young breasts jutted upward between her
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eyes and the rest of her body. Her legs were spread wide apart as
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though in invitation, and the muscles of those legs felt very sore and
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overworked indeed. She brought them together with some effort and
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experienced small twinges of pain in her vagina. Her entire body felt
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dreadfully used and exhausted. That was the only term she could think
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of to accurately describe how she felt.
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And then she remembered. The dream! The most curious dream she had had
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about Handsome, and the Carters, and -- what was it? She couldn't
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remember the rest of the dream, but then dreams were rarely remembered
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totally. And anyway the dull ache in her throbbing little cunt was
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sufficient to distract her from any deep thought.
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Ellen smoothed her hands carefully up to her breasts, touching them
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gently in guarded exploration. Oooooh, they were tender. Her fingers
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explored further, coursing their way down over her tautly rounded belly
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to her still open legs. Then she groaned as she tenderly touched the
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slight bruises lining the moist pink lips of her pussy. Her
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outstretched middle finger probed gently at the sensitive opening,
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becoming moist from the sticky white liquid that was still flowing
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viscously from the recently deflowered aperture. The split of her
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buttocks felt damp with it as well.
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Her thoughts rambled in myriad confusion she brushed her bright blonde
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hair from around her eyes and heaving breasts to let it fall in a soft
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golden mass around her back and shoulders. What a terrible dream she'd
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had, with Handsome and Mr. Carter and Dominique -- their shadowy forms
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flitted sensuously through her teenage memory. It had all seemed so
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real.
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But if it had all been a dream, where did this warm wet pool between
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her legs come from? Had she been playing with herself again, despite
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her best intentions? Had her own fingers produced this sticky liquid?
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It had to be! There could be no other explanation.
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But how shameful, she thought, blushing. Her licentious dream had
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proven that she was not the prude she had fancied herself. She had
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wantonly satisfied herself with her own probing fingers.
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Ellen's thoughts were interrupted by a gentle knocking at the door.
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Dominique's sophisticated voice came softly from the other side, "Oh,
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Ellen, dear. It's time to wake up."
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For some unknown reason that lilting tone of Dominique's made Ellen
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shiver all over like a startled sparrow. She reflected on this strange
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reaction, than realized again what a terrible state she was in. Oh my,
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she thought, stumbling to her feet, I mustn't let her see me like this.
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I've got cum all over my loins and legs. "In a minute, Dominique. I'm
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just getting up."
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"That's all right, dear," came the reply. "Take your time. Breakfast
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will be ready when you are."
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Ellen sighed with relief and covered her suddenly tingling breasts with
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her hands. She would have a chance to clean up, then. She looked back
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at the rumpled bed, her eyes resting thoughtfully on the large wet
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round spot where her buttocks had nestled. Well, she thought, I really
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masturbated to beat the band. I should be ashamed of myself -- yet
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somehow I'm not. There's not much point in feeling guilty about
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something I can't control.
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And then she noticed the loose dog hairs in various part of the bed.
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She picked up one of them and looked at it curiously, her eyes
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narrowing with puzzlement. Had Handsome gotten up on the bed some time
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during the night?
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But one of the hairs was a lighter color -- almost gray -- lighter than
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Handsome's fur. It was very puzzling. She shrugged and went into the
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bathroom to start up the shower.
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The warm spray felt good cascading down over her voluptuous young body.
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She washed immaculately the insides of her thighs and buttocks, vaguely
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reluctant to wash away the white crust from her matted pussy hair. As
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her fingers moved up and down cleansingly within the warmth of her
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narrow sexual furrow, the vision she had had of Handsome in her dream
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returned most strongly.
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She visualized the big German shepherd's snout pushed down between her
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hairless young thighs, his enormous tongue lapping thirstily at the
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flooded outskirts of her burning young pussy, her pink vaginal folds
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being drawn up hotly within his mouth by his sharply adhesive tongue,
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then returned. Her middle finger idly duplicated the vision of that
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lashing tongue, batting around her tingling little clitoris until she
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began to tremble with joy. It was all she could do to find the strength
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to rip her finger out of that clinging pleasure-drugged orifice.
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As she staggered gasping from the shower, feelings of guilt and shame
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well-nigh overwhelmed her. Since that dreadful dream, she couldn't seem
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to keep her fingers out of herself for a single instant.
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"I must get control of myself," she muttered. One obscene dream and I
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can't seem to stop masturbating. What's coming over me?
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She sat before the vanity mirror naked, combing out her long silken
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blonde hair, which seemed to have an unusual number of tangles this
|
|
morning. Still, she liked the way it swept around her waist, belly and
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|
over her proudly uplifted breasts when she let it. Something like Lady
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|
Godiva in the history books! Her father had never allowed her to have
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it cut when he was alive, and it was her pride and glory. She couldn't
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think of another girl in school who had such long beautiful hair. It
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went all the way down to her slender waspish waist.
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She also liked the high set of her lushly ripening breasts and their
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warm feeling of soft resiliency. She scratched the bristles of the
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hairbrush across them until her nipples came up flushing and goose-
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bumped, fully erect and tingling. Then she rolled them between thumbs
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and index fingers. She watched herself in the mirror and smiled in
|
|
satisfaction with her own body.
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But what had come over her since yesterday? Could it be that she was
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|
merely growing up? There was a faintly lascivious, pleasant feeling in
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|
her still-tingling loins which seemed to wash up easily into her belly,
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buttocks and breasts. She felt relaxed enough to go right back to bed
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|
and sleep for a week. She couldn't stop humming to herself, either, and
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that was another indication of how generally nice she felt.
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She smiled to herself and got up, watching her sensually quivering
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mounds jiggle in the mirror as she moved. She couldn't think of when
|
|
she had been more pleased with herself. She felt as if she had been
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loved to death.
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On impulse she decided not to wear a brassiere, but merely threw on a
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|
fuzzy pink wool sweater with buttons down the front which she allowed
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|
to "vee" open provocatively. Then she put on some white cotton panties
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and the only pair of jeans she had brought with her.
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She looked at herself in the mirror continuously, quite pleased with
|
|
what she saw. All that wealth of long blonde hair, firmly up-thrust
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|
breasts outlined clingingly in that snug pink sweater, tight Levi's
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|
that showed off her smoothly rounded ass-cheeks to best advantage. She
|
|
giggled silly to herself and stepped into a pair of loafers. Then she
|
|
opened the door to the library.
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As her eyes swept the bookshelves, couches, drapes, and Persian
|
|
carpeting, it seemed to her that there was something sensuous about the
|
|
room. She wondered why she had never looked upon it in this way before.
|
|
There were subtle associations having something to do with what she had
|
|
dreamed last night that struggled to free themselves from the cobwebs
|
|
of her muddled brain.
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But somehow the solution just wouldn't come. She was drawn to the room
|
|
in a way that made her warmly pulsating loins feel vibrant and alive as
|
|
she tried to remember, but nothing in her memory bank seemed to focus
|
|
properly.
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|
Then she looked back at her bedroom and the huge, circular bed she had
|
|
been sleeping on. There was something about that bed tickling at her
|
|
memory, yet nothing seemed to materialize very clearly. And why hadn't
|
|
she been put in one of the big bedrooms upstairs? Strange how she had
|
|
never noticed this bedroom off the living room before.
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|
The thirteen year old girl shrugged and moved thoughtfully to the big
|
|
doors leading from the library to the entrance hall. Opening them
|
|
carefully, not quite sure of what to expect, she stepped up into the
|
|
hall. She could hear some commotion coming from the direction of the
|
|
kitchen and turned sharply to the left towards it.
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|
"Ah, here she is now, the little darling," Dominique beamed at her as
|
|
she descended the steps into the breakfast room a few moments later,
|
|
and this made Ellen feel wonderful and well-loved.
|
|
|
|
And then she noticed the other two visitors to the Carter household --
|
|
a leering fat man with a big cigar in his mouth, and a powerful, shaggy
|
|
"white" German shepherd, his coat thick with gray hairs. This other dog
|
|
sat up on his haunches and began whining plaintively the second he saw
|
|
her, his large pink penis coming slithering out of its fur sleek
|
|
container, a spot of ooze appearing on its tip.
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|
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|
"Easy, Lucifer," grinned the fat man, restraining the animal on a heavy
|
|
chain leash. "We'll get pretty to do some more for you. But let's have
|
|
some breakfast first. Don't be so greedy, you silly satyr, you!" And
|
|
then he laughed uproariously.
|
|
|
|
Ellen blushed winsomely and her thirteen year old mind struggled to
|
|
comprehend. What on earth could the fat man be referring to?
|
|
|
|
She looked around the breakfast nook and at the windows showing what a
|
|
lovely day it was outside, with birds singing and all of the streets in
|
|
bloom, the buds fairly bursting on the trees. It was a beautiful spring
|
|
day to come alive. The kitchen nook itself was decorated most
|
|
tastefully in orange shades, with patterned curtains and wallpaper
|
|
filled with flowers and birds. The furniture, from Welsh dresser to
|
|
dining table, was all natural pine and very cheery. The scent of fresh
|
|
bacon and coffee filled the air, and beyond them, in the outsized
|
|
kitchen, could be heard whirring busily a built-in extractor fan above
|
|
the built-in ranges.
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|
|
|
"Sit down, Ellen," smiled Maxwell Carter lazily, and he patted a place
|
|
beside himself on the pinewood bench. He was munching a toasted bagel
|
|
with butter on it and looked very elegant in a violet robe with
|
|
matching paisley silk handkerchief in the upper pocket, and a white
|
|
shirt with collar spread open at the throat to reveal the splendid
|
|
contours of his muscular upper chest.
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|
|
|
But she noticed also -- to her bewilderment -- that the bottom center
|
|
of his dressing gown was also open, and that his massively throbbing
|
|
penis was sticking out hard and high from it like the leaning tower of
|
|
Pisa. Ellen gasped and put her hand up to her throat, taking an
|
|
involuntary step backward. Her eyes met those of Handsome, who was
|
|
lying lazily on his stomach and legs at one end of the table, his eyes
|
|
looking very tired and sleepy -- or drugged with sensuality.
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|
And in that terrible moment of recognition, the young girl remembered.
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Chapter 8
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|
Amy Winthrop looked at her watch. It was ten a.m. and still no sign of
|
|
Ellen. She shook out her long black hair and stood up to take the
|
|
dishes back to the sink.
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|
|
|
Not that she regretted giving the child permission to visit with the
|
|
Carters down the block for the weekend. They had plenty of room, and
|
|
probably too much money, and they could always find interesting things
|
|
to do with Ellen. As for herself, she had welcomed a free night so that
|
|
she and Billy Erspamer could cavort in various positions and places
|
|
about the house without worrying about who might be listening in. The
|
|
curly-headed fifteen year old had come to her about seven, right after
|
|
supper, after telling his mother that he was going to a dance at New
|
|
Trier High School. They had fucked like minks on the dining room table,
|
|
lapped hungrily at each other's vitals all over the living room, and
|
|
then finally retired to Ellen's bedroom, where he had wildly sodomized
|
|
the mother while moaning out his exciting admission that it was really
|
|
the virginal, busty blonde Ellen he was thinking of fucking.
|
|
|
|
While this confession should have offended her moral dignity, Mrs.
|
|
Winthrop actually had found it savagely exciting. He had raved on and
|
|
on about the beauty of Ellen's long satiny blonde hair, the passion-
|
|
swollen overhang of her ripe young breasts, the delicious feel of her
|
|
buttocks in his hands, the fact that she was only thirteen years old,
|
|
and the wonderful way she had of sucking on his cock with her hot
|
|
sultry lips. Things like, "Oh, I love to fuck your ass, baby. You got
|
|
gorgeous blonde hair and you're only thirteen years old with big tits.
|
|
Love to fuck you, Ellen!"
|
|
|
|
His filthy talk just seemed to send shivers through the passionate
|
|
young mother's flesh, until finally she had cum with a force that she
|
|
thought would tear her head right off her shoulders -- thrashing,
|
|
sobbing, weeping for mercy, her anal passage clutching his sperm-
|
|
spurting column of manhood with worshipful desire.
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|
|
|
She smiled cynically to herself and lit a cigarette. Things had
|
|
certainly changed since Ellen's father had died. Before that she had
|
|
been stiff as a board where extracurricular sex was concerned, and
|
|
tolerated no nonsense for a second. Least of all with teenage boys, the
|
|
like of which she had never given even a passing thought to in her
|
|
entire life beyond the age of eighteen. It was always older men who had
|
|
interested her. Mature men with a bit of gray in their hair and
|
|
experience in their eyes. It was just this taste that had led her to
|
|
Ellen's father.
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|
|
|
Not that he had turned out to be the experienced man of the world she
|
|
had expected. He had merely been prematurely gray, and this had given
|
|
him character where there was not actually a great deal. Mark Winthrop
|
|
had been a classic case of someone who looked different from the person
|
|
he really was inside. In actuality he had turned out to be just another
|
|
schoolboy, as she was just another stuck-up schoolgirl without any real
|
|
understanding of life.
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|
|
|
Making this discovery in the early months of their marriage hadn't
|
|
discomfited her very much, however, and she had remained true to her
|
|
bargain and prim probably to the point of exasperation for many of
|
|
those who might have been her friends. She had been a good wife to
|
|
Mark, by her lights, and was appropriately broken up over his untimely
|
|
death. His period of dying -- from an incurable disease -- had been
|
|
somewhat lengthy, and in that interim she had also taken to drinking
|
|
somewhat more than she should. In retrospect she wondered if she had
|
|
drunk so heavily in order to aid her dramatic capabilities and the
|
|
quality of her performance as the "Bereaved Wife". Probably! But she
|
|
had also been truly unhappy. One couldn't spend fourteen years with a
|
|
man and then feel no sense of loss whatever when he was gone. It was
|
|
like having an enormous tumor removed. One may not have loved it while
|
|
it was there, but there was nonetheless a feeling of loss, the subtle
|
|
feeling of a gaping void within oneself crying out for fulfillment.
|
|
|
|
During all their years together she had not been a passionate woman by
|
|
any means, but nonetheless some appreciation of sex had sprung up in
|
|
her very normal loins from Mark's frequent recourse to her voluptuous
|
|
flesh, and she had been capable of feeling fleeting sensations of
|
|
pleasure, even though she had come to regard the female orgasm as
|
|
purely the invention of the New York editors of women's magazines.
|
|
|
|
And then they had closed up the house in Wilmette, sold it, and used
|
|
the proceeds to buy something finer in Kenilworth, but smaller. Two
|
|
women alone didn't need the space of a triplet bi-sexed family, so they
|
|
had been able to afford something very nice in a better neighborhood, a
|
|
neighborhood where she hoped Ellen would meet the "right" people and
|
|
use her fast-blossoming voluptuousness to maximum advantage.
|
|
|
|
And Ellen hadn't failed her. Almost immediately she had taken up with
|
|
the Carters, who were said to be unbelievably wealthy, and she was
|
|
meeting boys of good family in school as well. Maybe the Carters had a
|
|
stray nephew somewhere or other who would turn out to be a doctor or a
|
|
lawyer some day -- you never could tell.
|
|
|
|
Amy smiled to herself at her foolishness and snubbed out her cigarette
|
|
in the ashtray. If that wasn't silly. Matchmaking for Ellen. The dear
|
|
child was only thirteen years old, even if she was somewhat advanced
|
|
physically. Other girls would catch up to her very soon, although it
|
|
was true she was a breathtaking natural beauty.
|
|
|
|
Matchmaking for Ellen. The poor dear probably didn't even know the
|
|
first thing about sex. Amy sighed. She had been a prude, so
|
|
unfortunately she had brought Ellen up to be one, too.
|
|
|
|
She had, of course, explained sex to her daughter, but with a minimum
|
|
of detail. Once she had started having her periods, there was no reason
|
|
to keep the child in the dark. All that blood would have only upset her
|
|
if she hadn't been explained to.
|
|
|
|
Not that Amy had any illusions left in that respect. What parents
|
|
forgot to mention, children always picked up at school from their
|
|
friends. Children picked up stuff like that as though their brains were
|
|
magnets.
|
|
|
|
She stood up with a sigh, pulled her gown around her voluminous breasts
|
|
and walked into the dining room, then into the living room, tidying up
|
|
here and there as she went. Sex was all well and good, but when it was
|
|
all over and one returned to earth, there was still ashtrays to be
|
|
emptied, beds to be tidied, and sheets to be changed.
|
|
|
|
She chuckled to herself as she remembered some of the things they had
|
|
done. Billy Erspamer had actually seduced her, in a way. Or was it she
|
|
who had seduced him?
|
|
|
|
It hadn't taken long after Mark's death for her to realize that there
|
|
was something missing for her physically in his untimely demise, as
|
|
well as psychologically. In all the years they'd been together she'd
|
|
come to take sex quite for granted. Quite for granted that it was
|
|
primarily man's domain of enjoyment, and that woman repaid his care of
|
|
her and their children by agreeing to cooperate in the sexual act
|
|
whenever the husband so desired. She had chosen to ignore those times
|
|
when her vagina twinged so unexpectedly and satisfactorily, leaving her
|
|
frustrated and tingling until she could get into a cold shower and wash
|
|
away the feel of it from her insides. She had totally ignored that very
|
|
minor factor of pleasure that she had reaped from their love life.
|
|
|
|
And yet that seemingly minor pleasure turned out to be a very major
|
|
compunction of physical need once it was no longer around. A glass of
|
|
water, by analogy, was not a very important thing. It was a minor item
|
|
in an entire day of consumption. Ah, but let one try to get along
|
|
without it for a week, two weeks, a month, and it came to loom very
|
|
major in one's considerations indeed.
|
|
|
|
Thus it had come to be for her with sex. She hadn't been too crazy
|
|
about it when Mark was alive, and yet without its minute drip, drip,
|
|
drip she had swiftly -- within months -- become as famished for it as a
|
|
drunk crossing the Mojave Desert on his knees under a blazing sun.
|
|
|
|
And then suddenly she had come to take greater notice of young boys.
|
|
|
|
Somehow they always seemed to have so much more vitality than grown
|
|
men. Continually leaping about, chewing gum, unable to sit still,
|
|
veritable reservoirs of unused energy. They appeared swift, like the
|
|
chattering of birds, and equally as mysterious. She came to study them
|
|
with undisguised and illicit interest.
|
|
|
|
Until finally she had seen Billy Erspamer, the boy from next door.
|
|
|
|
Five months ago he had only been fourteen, yet his wiry form and
|
|
smiling, curly-headed handsomeness had quite taken her breath away. He
|
|
was put together like a fine china figurine, all lines, planes and
|
|
angles, without a molecule of fat on his muscular young body. She had
|
|
been quite fascinated, and was constantly peeping over the fence at his
|
|
practice on the diving board over the Erspamer's swimming pool next
|
|
door.
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|
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And then finally she had invited him over for a Coke one afternoon when
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he was toweling his magnificent body. He had accepted with alacrity, as
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if that was the one thing he had waited for all his life.
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After that she was never quite sure who had taken the first initiative.
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It was true, of course, that she hadn't been able to keep her hands off
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him, and had found all sorts of excuses to graze his fine muscularity
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with her fingernails. Somehow all of her usual reserve seemed to have
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snapped in the instant that she had first seen Billy, and she had lost
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all control. True, she had probably been close to the breaking point
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without realizing it for some time. Billy's beautiful presence had just
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served to let the cat out of the bag with total acceleration. Perhaps
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some other boy would have affected her the same at that precise moment.
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In any case, there was no denying that it was Billy who had, in fact,
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turned her loose from all the sticky clinging membranes of her
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conservative past. And she had totally lost her head.
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At first she hadn't quite realized what was happening, that she was
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falling in love with him. She had never had a son, and she had assumed
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that her tacit desire to feel the boy's smooth, muscular young body
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with her hands was the natural reaction of a woman with normal motherly
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instincts.
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But then her instincts had turned very non-motherly indeed. She had
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found her breath coming very hotly when he was around, and her nostrils
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flaring, and a strange honeyish feeling opening out like a sunflower in
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her love-starved loins.
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She couldn't keep her hands off him. She would stroke his shoulders,
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seemingly casually, as he munched a sandwich and quaffed a glass of
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milk, gazing fondly at the damp curls plastered wetly around his head,
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and the gleaming beads of water still bubbling on his glossy smooth
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tanned skin. She wanted with everything in her yearning young body to
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twist her fingers in his soft black curly hair, and pull his virile
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body up against hers.
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And then she got to wondering what his manhood must look like. Could
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the sex organs of a young animal as lovely as this possibly look the
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same as those of Mark Winthrop? And she kept sitting down next to him
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on the bench in the kitchen, darting glances at the bulge in his
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crotch, trying to see if he was aroused at all by her sitting down next
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to him, trying to see anything that would indicate what his equipment
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was like.
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And as this elaborate charade expanded, she found herself fantasizing
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about him, and her mouth watering, and she would lick her lips as she
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wondered what his genitals would look like, smell, feel -- and even
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taste?
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She knew it was obscene, but she couldn't seem to help herself. These
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illicit thoughts pervaded everything she did.
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Amy had read somewhere that women of her age were just reaching the
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height of their sexual cravings, whereas men usually went through their
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peaks of lust as teenagers. Certainly it might even be the most truly
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natural thing in the world for a mature woman her age to combine with a
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teenage boy. She began inventing excuses for herself. After all, she
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was in her early thirties, and her body was still excellent and well
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cared-for. She would parade before the mirror in the evenings, cupping
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her full firm breasts and wondering if Billy Erspamer, that young god,
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would want to touch them.
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How curious that she had felt no shame at this, even though she had
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been careful to keep her feelings hidden from Ellen. It seemed as if
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the traumatic separation from her past life was so complete with the
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death of her husband and their changing from the old house they had
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lived in for fourteen years to this newer one in Kenilworth that the
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bond to her conservative girlhood training became so tenuous as to
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virtually evaporate in the sultry heat of her passion.
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Looking back, Amy could scarcely tell where her old life had left off
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and the new one begun, and yet the change had been so abrupt. It was
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surprising to find that she could not adequately define it.
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She sighed and smiled to herself, sitting down on the couch in the
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living room, sinking deeply into the soft cushions as she picked up a
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magazine from the end table and leafed through it. Ladies Home Journal
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was running another piece this month by Lynda Bird Johnson on what she
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had done on her summer vacation.
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Amy's parents were dead, of course -- they had died young -- and this
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had served to some extent to free her from the old taboos. Once no one
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was watching, constraints quickly fell away. She had been surprised at
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how fast they had gone.
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Then, too, Mark had left them so well provided for, with money from the
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investments of a trust fund coming in regularly once a month rain or
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shine, that she found that she didn't have to work if she didn't want
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to. And after she saw Billy, all thought of being away from home in the
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afternoons left her head completely. And in recent weeks they had even
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|
taken to making love on the bear rug in front of the fireplace during
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his lunch hour from high school.
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She chuckled. She could remember very well that first day when they had
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truly found each other. Ellen was out with the Carters somewhere, and
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Billy had come by for a Coke. She had taken, for some reason, to
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lamenting on her loneliness to this sweet young boy. And he had seemed
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|
so understanding.
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"Don't worry, Mrs. Winthrop, you'll do okay," and he had put his hand
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down on her shoulder (she was sitting), glancing down at her excellent,
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high-breasted cleavage through her open robe, her twin mounds of flesh
|
|
breathing irregularly in shapely unrest just from his nearness. He
|
|
gulped then, and she looked knowingly up into his deep black eyes,
|
|
running her tongue over her lips in order to moisten them.
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Something prompted her to say, "You think I'm beautiful, don't you,
|
|
Billy?" and she put her hand coolly on his, holding it trapped there on
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her softly rounded shoulder. His flesh seemed unnaturally cold and
|
|
shivering to her touch, and she watched his nostrils flare as he
|
|
absorbed her heady female presence.
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|
How instinctively her lips found the back of his hand, her tongue
|
|
making little wet circles on it. She was taking a terrible chance, of
|
|
course, but it had proven to be well worth the risk. His fingers came
|
|
automatically up into her long jet black hair, plunging into all that
|
|
softness with a little cry of ecstasy. As though it had a mind of its
|
|
own, her hand reached for the bulge in his bathing suit, and she found
|
|
her heart's desire in an instant.
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|
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|
How manful he was! She really hadn't expected him to be quite so huge
|
|
in there! His penis was curled up like a discarded snake-skin, but
|
|
almost immediately it became pumped full of blood. Her eyes widened as
|
|
her fingers felt around the little sperm-producing factories of his
|
|
balls, feeling them vibrantly throbbing with musky life, becoming full
|
|
and expanding rapidly.
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|
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|
Her breath was coming so fast she couldn't believe it. Wave upon wave
|
|
of heated fluid was washing down from her excited vaginal walls to coat
|
|
her pulsating pussy lips. Lost in a mindless murk of forbidden desire
|
|
which had no beginning nor any end, she eagerly reached her hand down
|
|
past the waist band of his swimming trunks and felt his virile
|
|
hardness.
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"Oh ... you beautiful boy," she sighed. "I'm ... I'm going to kiss your
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|
penis." She heard him gasp in excitement and felt his body quiver as
|
|
she pulled his trunks down over his lean buttocks to expose his wildly
|
|
pulsing cock.
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|
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|
A moment later, with a small ecstatic sigh, she felt its throbbing head
|
|
slipping through her wetly heated lips, the musky scent of his loins as
|
|
heady as the aroma of warm bread fresh from the oven. The lovely young
|
|
mother closed her eyes and gurgled happily as the youth lifted his
|
|
naked ass-cheeks off the chair and slid the entire length of his
|
|
urgent, thrusting male hardness down into her throat. She had never
|
|
done anything like this when she was married to Mark, but now the past
|
|
seemed to have been forgotten. All she wanted in the world was to show
|
|
her devotion to this beautiful boy. She wanted to suck on his cock and
|
|
feel all of his burning hot sperm spitting upward into her mouth, and
|
|
she would swallow it greedily and wallow in her newly blossoming
|
|
sensuality like a passionate whore.
|
|
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|
"Oh, Mrs. Winthrop!" his youthful voice had wailed above her as she
|
|
sucked on him vampireishly as if to draw out all of his blood as well
|
|
as his semen, her tongue lashing strongly at every delicious pulsating
|
|
ridge of his desire-swollen cock. And then he had made it, cumming
|
|
rapidly the way youngsters do, letting her starving throat gorge on the
|
|
delicious hot fluid which filled her gluttonously sucking mouth. He
|
|
shuddered out his desire into her throat with lusty hot spurts and
|
|
then, gasping, stumbled backwards.
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|
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|
Then her eyes locked on his ecstatic face, the voluptuous young mother
|
|
let her gown drop to the floor and used the back of her hand to wipe
|
|
the smeared cum from around her lips. Amy let his eyes dwell hungrily
|
|
for a moment on her gorgeously proportioned naked flesh, and then took
|
|
him into the bedroom when his hands roamed voraciously over her body.
|
|
She let him explore everything, let him do and ask anything.
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|
|
|
How he had loved to suck on her melon-like breasts at first! Endlessly
|
|
his mouth seemed to be at home on her large, overripe mounds of soft
|
|
warm flesh and her tautly extended nipples. He would draw in as much of
|
|
the surrounding tissue as he could, until it veritably gagged him. And
|
|
then suck, suck, suck until she would almost orgasm for this exquisite
|
|
pleasure alone. At first his breast fetish had made her giggle, but
|
|
then she just wallowed in it delightedly, running lips and tongue and
|
|
mouth nibbled, licked, sucked hungrily on her breasts as if he had been
|
|
starved for them his whole life.
|
|
|
|
Or as if she had been starved for this wonderful suck, which she had.
|
|
|
|
Eventually delirium and hysteria were the only terms left to describe
|
|
how she felt when they made love. Especially since he had discovered
|
|
that she was turned on terribly by the use of filthy language. He would
|
|
spew out things like, "I want to lick your beautiful cunt, Mrs.
|
|
Winthrop. And fuck you in the ass, ramming my cock up into your
|
|
asshole. I'm going to chew on your cunt as if it was just a big wad of
|
|
chewing gum. And suck on your titties until I chew them off." And this
|
|
would really make her loins gush wildly, and she would go out of her
|
|
mind for him.
|
|
|
|
She wondered sometimes if it had to do with the very illicitness of
|
|
their situation. For a woman her age to be so debauched and spoken to
|
|
so disrespectfully by a youth of such tender years was so demeaning and
|
|
humiliating -- after so many years of being a dominant type of
|
|
personality, she was literally wallowing in humiliation. And loving it
|
|
more than anything!
|
|
|
|
Amy Winthrop sighed and stood up, dropping the magazine to the coffee
|
|
table. It was such a lovely morning, and she felt wonderful after the
|
|
fifteen year old's energetic fucking last night.
|
|
|
|
Of course, it was true that she paid him. But he was young and had no
|
|
money, and she had plenty. So there was no point in their not sharing
|
|
it. And he gave her so much happiness, after all.
|
|
|
|
The birds sang. The flowers bloomed. All about their little house it
|
|
seemed as if all was right with the world.
|
|
|
|
If only Ellen could someday be as happy as she was. But that was a lot
|
|
to ask for. It wasn't natural for a woman to know such happiness as she
|
|
had found with Billy.
|
|
|
|
But in any case there was no point in spending such a beautiful morning
|
|
in the house.
|
|
|
|
Perhaps she would even stroll down the block and see what was going on
|
|
down at the Carters'. They might invite her in for coffee, and that
|
|
wouldn't hurt anything. Ellen had been rather distant of late, and
|
|
occasionally she wondered about that. Perhaps the Carters would have
|
|
some clue as to what was bothering her.
|
|
|
|
That was it! She would visit the Carters and see how things were going
|
|
and what they were all up to. It would all be cheery and casual. The
|
|
Carters were the sort of people who were always good company. She would
|
|
fix her hair and get herself together.
|
|
|
|
She turned on her heel and went upstairs to the bedroom. Then she began
|
|
selecting appropriate apparel for her visit.
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|
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|
Chapter 9
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|
When Ellen remembered fully what had happened, she had flushed with
|
|
shame and tried to flee, but the fat man had stopped her at the door of
|
|
the kitchen, and Dominique and Maxwell Carter had quickly followed
|
|
after him. In the ensuing struggle, they had literally ripped her
|
|
clothes from her ripe young body until her naked breasts were quivering
|
|
in the air and all of her flesh seemed to be prey to the maddening
|
|
grasp of demanding hands as well as hungry lips and lapping tongues.
|
|
|
|
The fat man pressed her mouth open in a frantic, raping kiss, shoving
|
|
his big tongue all the way down her throat until she gagged. At the
|
|
same time fingers were inserted and toyed with her tender little pussy,
|
|
sliding sleekly in through the sparse pubic hairs and tickling at her
|
|
defenseless cuntal lips until they were finally rewarded a light
|
|
seepage of clear fluid. There were fingers on her rounded buttocks as
|
|
well, taking big handfuls of flesh in greedy grabs; hands pulling at
|
|
her bobbing breasts as if they were cow udders; lips sucking hungrily
|
|
at her nipples; and worst of all, dogs' tongues lapping all over at her
|
|
nakedly vulnerable flesh, licking up the moist crevice of her ass-
|
|
cheeks to make her tiny puckering anus tingle madly. She seemed to be
|
|
mere food, animal prey, for a gang of sensual vultures. Every time she
|
|
slapped a hand away, another came to take its place, or a tongue. She
|
|
was licked and lapped and kissed and squeezed and fondled in so many
|
|
different places that she couldn't keep track. Eventually she weakened
|
|
and surrendered to the unequal struggle. Everything in her lushly
|
|
ripening body seemed to go lax. Their continual massaging, groping,
|
|
fondling of her newly-aroused flesh simply destroyed her will. Now the
|
|
beautiful thirteen year old blonde was naked as the day she was born
|
|
and a mere plaything in their urgent hands and lips, while two searing
|
|
German shepherd tongues burned off any resistance that might have been
|
|
left to their ravishingly savage depredations on her quivering young
|
|
flesh.
|
|
|
|
"Oh! Oh!" she cried. "Where are you taking me?"
|
|
|
|
Maxwell Carter easily lifted her struggling form and carried her back
|
|
across the marble-tiled foyer beneath the high, dangling chandelier,
|
|
down the steps and into the library.
|
|
|
|
"Please! Oh, please let me go!" came her piteous wail.
|
|
|
|
"She's not near enough softened up yet," came Dominique's answering
|
|
husky voice somewhere behind her. "We've got to fuck her until she's
|
|
crazy about it, and remembers everything, and lives only for that. Get
|
|
Lucifer and Handsome to fuck the life out of her again, Maxwell. This
|
|
time so that there's no mistaking the total effect. We can't afford to
|
|
have her running home to momma with naughty stories. If we can't get
|
|
her to beg us for it, then we're finished. She's only thirteen years
|
|
old."
|
|
|
|
The fat man, behind her, laughed as he grappled with their struggling
|
|
young love-slave. "Don't worry," he smirked. "No young doll ever got
|
|
fucked by Lucifer that didn't live just to love him for it. She'll
|
|
never want a man as long as she lives."
|
|
|
|
"No!" Ellen screamed, her arms and legs thrashing wildly as yet again a
|
|
burning hot animal tongue snaked into her sweating backside crevice and
|
|
pressed lingeringly against her trembling anal opening. "What -- what
|
|
are you doing to me? Help! Don't! I beg you. I don't need it! I don't
|
|
want it! Please let me go!"
|
|
|
|
Maxwell Carter laughed, as if he had just heard the funniest statement
|
|
ever made. They dragged her with ferocious, enslaving resolve across
|
|
the plush purple carpet, then up the brief stairs into the secluded
|
|
bedroom with its large round bed and bright red sheets. Now she was
|
|
struggling and squirming and kicking in something akin to panic.
|
|
|
|
"Stop it, you silly little bitch! You'd better do as we say," said
|
|
Carter, shoving some photographs under her nose. "Don't make us tie you
|
|
up again, or we'll show these to your high-and-mighty mother."
|
|
|
|
Ellen shook her long blonde hair around and gazed weakly at the
|
|
pictures. They were of herself and Handsome and that other dog, doing
|
|
the most obscene things imaginable!
|
|
|
|
"Please, please," she whimpered, tears welling from her pretty blue
|
|
eyes, her arms straining in their dominating grasp. "What -- what have
|
|
you done to me? Why are you doing this to me!?" The full horror of what
|
|
was happening swept scathingly through her incredulous mind. This
|
|
couldn't be happening to her. She had heard about teenage girls being
|
|
raped, but never by nice people like this. And certainly never
|
|
including German shepherds in the vile act! How could she have allowed
|
|
herself to be so used?
|
|
|
|
"It's no use," came Carter's surprisingly rough and husky voice, "she's
|
|
resisting too much. We'll have to tie her up."
|
|
|
|
"She hasn't been fucked in the ass yet," said the fat man. "She's still
|
|
a little virgin in her ass-hole. That's where Lucifer really wins them.
|
|
Let him ram that big red pike up her ass-hole until she goes dizzy with
|
|
it."
|
|
|
|
Dominique had readied the bed now, and they gripped her tightly from
|
|
seemingly every angle as they forced her naked teenaged body down on
|
|
it. She damped her legs tightly together and drew them up, attempting
|
|
to hide her precious treasure from their licentious gaze. But it was no
|
|
use. In another moment they had spread-eagled her legs and her arms
|
|
were above her head as they tied wrists and ankles, securing them with
|
|
leather straps to facsimile bedposts at four points around the circular
|
|
bed. The helpless young girl squirmed against her bonds, sobbing, until
|
|
they felt as though they would cut through her wrists. It was hopeless.
|
|
|
|
Maxwell Carter sat down on the bed and it sagged under his weight so
|
|
that she rolled slightly towards him. "I'm going to ask you just to
|
|
save us all a lot of trouble. Believe me, eventually you're going to be
|
|
in love with Handsome here," -- he indicated the panting dog --
|
|
"everybody is! Without exception! So why make things hard on yourself?
|
|
If you'll just submit and admit that you love him fucking you, you'll
|
|
make it easier on all of us."
|
|
|
|
"I'll never do that!" she cried, her face contorting with outrage and
|
|
fear combined. "You drugged me last night! I know you did. Otherwise
|
|
I'd never have done that. Let me go and I'll promise to forget it all.
|
|
Please!"
|
|
|
|
Maxwell shook his head wearily and sighed. "Okay," he said, "I guess
|
|
there's nothing left but to go through with it." His right hand swept
|
|
around suddenly and his fingers stroked affectionately in the sparse
|
|
blonde pubic hair on the mound at the base of her rapidly rising and
|
|
falling belly. He dug through the yellow curls and there was an
|
|
involuntary jerk of her youthful hips at the unexpected probe of her
|
|
sensitive secret parts. "She's a natural blonde, too," Carter muttered,
|
|
as if not quite believing it.
|
|
|
|
"Please stop that! Don't! You got me drunk last night! I didn't enjoy
|
|
any of it!" Her pelvis screwed down into the mattress desperately to
|
|
try to avoid his obscene fondling. "Get away from me! Please!"
|
|
|
|
Carter moved his outstretched finger up and down in her fear-moistened
|
|
slit and looked at the two dogs that were sitting ready and waiting,
|
|
their long tongues hanging out and gleaming with saliva. "Then you do
|
|
remember Handsome and Lucifer here eating you and fucking you?" he
|
|
asked.
|
|
|
|
No! No! I don't remember!" she lied, her voluptuous torso squirming as
|
|
the far man and Dominique appeared on either sides of the bed in order
|
|
to each caress a separate breast. A moment later, as if by some secret
|
|
signal, they guided the girl's erect little nipples upward into their
|
|
hungrily salivating mouths. Now in addition to Maxwell Carter's brutal
|
|
finger fucking up inside her relatively dry and unready young cunt,
|
|
there was also these two, laving her breasts and sucking as if her
|
|
sensitively throbbing nipples were all they wanted in the entire world.
|
|
|
|
A moan of pain escaped from Ellen's tortured lips, and her inner thighs
|
|
relaxed voluntarily in order to ease the excruciating hurt.
|
|
|
|
"Come on," Carter prodded, his fiery finger digging deeper and being
|
|
rewarded with some seepage. "Admit these two dogs fucked you good."
|
|
|
|
"Yes, yesssssssss," she hissed as she relented to escape the cruel
|
|
ravishing hand, and hoping for a respite from the wonderfully exciting
|
|
mauling that was making her breasts harden and tingle with sensation.
|
|
"They did. Yesssss, they did!"
|
|
|
|
"Did what? he demanded lewdly. "Come on, say it!"
|
|
|
|
"They fucked me! Fucked me good!" There, she had admitted it, spitting
|
|
out the words in a combination of pain, humiliation, shame, and rapidly
|
|
expanding pleasure. She clenched her fluttering eyelids tightly shut,
|
|
trying to blank out the sight of his perversely triumphant leer. If
|
|
only someone could save her -- even though the humiliation would be
|
|
even greater when her rescuers stormed into the room and saw what these
|
|
vile people were doing to her. She would have to chance it. Abruptly
|
|
she began screaming at the top of her lungs until Dominique dealt her
|
|
savage open-handed slap across her right cheek.
|
|
|
|
"No one can hear you here, my dear," said Carter in a leisurely drawl
|
|
as he lit up a cigarette. "The house is soundproofed from top to
|
|
bottom. And your mother doesn't expect you back until Monday morning.
|
|
Why don't you just relax and swim with it. It's going to get you
|
|
eventually, you know." He passed the marijuana cigarette over and
|
|
forced it through her lips. She began to cough, then something inside
|
|
of her instinctively began to puff smoothly on the noxious weed. Almost
|
|
immediately a warmish, relaxed feeling entered her upper thighs and
|
|
seemed to spread upward from there.
|
|
|
|
Her tight little vagina received another cruel thrust of Carter's
|
|
finger, causing her to wince and cry out. "No one can hear you, little
|
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blondie," gloated Carter. "Looks like we'll just have to pull on those
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gorgeous big tits of yours until you come around."
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And in a sense he was right in his prediction that she would "come
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around." For by now Dominique and the fat man had been sucking and
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squeezing her breasts for so long that they felt like fruit so ripe
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that it was just bursting to be picked. The tiny red tips had blossomed
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out into high, tough buds that tingled frantically with each electric
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lick of the talented tongues.
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Carter laughed at her discomfiture and pushed the entire wedge of his
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fingers joined together into the little hair-lined opening of her
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squirming young pussy until they came in contact with the wetly heated
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walls of her vagina. Then his fingers narrowed and bunched, gently
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running in and out of her. Ellen blushed furiously with shame at the
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marvelous feelings swirling in her awakening young cunt from this
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expert ministration. It was obscene for her to enjoy it so much she
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knew, but she couldn't help herself. Even the humiliation was an aspect
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which seemed to heighten the wonderful urgings in her belly. His
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fingers circled around up inside her pussy unhindered by resistance and
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increasing her lubrication by the second.
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By now deeply pleasurable shocks were shooting through the frayed nerve
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endings of her hotly aroused body as her inner thighs became flooded
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with the same clear honeyish liquid covering his fingers and hand. Her
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firm-fleshed buttocks ground backward into the mattress, struggling to
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quench the lewdly searing flame which was now consuming morals, mind
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and reason. But the fire continued to rage, and she found herself
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moaning with deep felt pleasure despite her best will.
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Carter snickered and played cruelly on by placing his thumbs on her
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moistly quivering pussy lips and pulled the heated layers of vaginal
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flesh slowly apart. Ellen breathed heavily, striving with everything in
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her to recapture some of her fast ebbing moral strength.
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And then she gave way.
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The enslaved blonde thirteen year old groaned in defeat and
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acknowledgment of her lewd desire, as exquisite tinglings reverberated
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through the rising bud of her clitoris and upward into the nipples of
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her throbbing breasts, her straining thighs relaxing loosely in a wash
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of pure pleasure. Her saliva-glistening breasts rose and fell
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tremulously under the fingers that were twisting and turning them and
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the mouths sucking on them.
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Carter pushed her unresisting thighs wide with the rough palms of his
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hands and gestured once to Handsome. The well-trained dog eagerly got
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up off his haunches and came over immediately ...
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Chapter 10
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Through a haze of molten sensuality Ellen sensed the mattress-sagging
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presence of Handsome's shaggy weight coming up silently on the bed
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before her, somewhere below her widely-spread knees. She could hear him
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panting, and this seemed to urge the devils to dance faster around the
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rough pink edges of her naked cunt which now felt like a hot empty
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tunnel needing desperately to be filled. Her passion-dazed eyes widened
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and focused on Handsome's tongue that was slaving before her, dangling
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wetly from the side of his mouth. Her eyes locked greedily on it, for
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she knew this beautiful German shepherd was capable of making her whole
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again, capable of extinguishing the raging fire in her loins that was
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threatening to drive her mad. The fears of debauchery and humiliation
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were forgotten. She needed but one thing now, as Maxwell Carter's
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fingers fucked in and out of her heatedly quivering pussy and the fat
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man and Dominique sucked at her throbbing young breasts; she needed
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Handsome's tongue ... Handsome's penis.
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"Like what you see, Ellen?" Carter whispered hotly into her little
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shell-like ear. "Like to have his tongue lick your cunt? Want to have
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him fuck you? What do you say?"
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An involuntary shudder of desire shook her from toenails to hair ends.
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Yes, she did want that! But how could she bring herself to admit it?
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And all the while the gentle, maddening laving of her vulnerable
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exposed young body by three sets of mouths, hands and fingers
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continued, driving her wild. It was inhuman for them to torture her
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like this ... inhuman ... inhuman ... inhuman ...
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"Yessss," she hissed with a tearful whimper, the tone of her voice
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approaching that of a mournful, broken croak. "Yessss, do it! Oh ...
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pleeeeease!"
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The faces of her three tormentors lit with triumph. "Not so fast," said
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Carter, stilling them with his hand upraised. "Just what is it you want
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Handsome to do with it -- say it! You want him to fuck it! Say it!"
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"Yes!" she cried, all barriers down, straining at the cruel bonds which
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held her so that her teeth gnashed tightly from the pain. "I want him
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to fuck me with it! Hurry! Please let him! Oh God, I'm dying!"
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"Do you want him to lick your cunt? Say it!"
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"Yes -- yes! Only hurry! Please let him lick my ... my cunt!"
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Carter laughed and took away the restraining hand from Handsome's
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brightly buckled collar. The well-trained German shepherd immediately
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made for the helpless, desire-shivering spread-eagled girl, his longish
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pink tongue snaking out and curling through the hair-lined furrow of
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her wetly seeping pussy.
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"Ooooooohhh!" she moaned, straining at her bonds like one possessed.
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All the pleasure in the world seemed to be surging through her
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debauched and quavering loins. Her head flailed from side to side, her
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long golden hair like a wind-blown veil.
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Around the bed her three predators hurried to undo the confining ropes
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from her wrists and ankles. Ellen scarcely noticed them. The passion-
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crazed thirteen year old blonde beauty was awash in a sea of lascivious
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lust and had no notice for anything in the world other than this
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marvelous feeling between her legs. "Lick deeper, lick harder!" she
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screamed in desperation as Handsome's talented tongue curled like a
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scroll and began flickering in and out of her hotly pulsating vagina.
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She groaned with frustration, splaying her legs over the big bed as her
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bonds were loosened, opening herself as wide as possible in order to
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give the big German shepherd easier access to her quivering femininity.
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"All right, Lucifer," came the fat man's voice from somewhere. "Show
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them what you can do now."
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And then there was another sagging series of movements on the bed as
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the other German shepherd got on top of it, circling around on her
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right side. His long red tongue lashed out lizard-like and slipped into
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her open mouth before she was able to defend herself, and then to her
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surprise she found that she wanted it there, in there, fucking her
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mouth. She sucked on his tongue in a wild frenzy of lust, her flesh
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trapped in a whirlpool of raw desire unlike any other feeling she had
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ever known before in her life.
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Down below, Handsome's savagely licking tongue worked mercilessly at
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her wantonly writhing pussy, bringing gasps of pure happiness through
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the soul-sucking kiss she was engaging in with the other dog. She felt
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as if her peak was only a milli-second away. If only they didn't stop
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... no ... didn't stop ...
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She buffeted her hot young cunt up into Handsome's snout hungrily,
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tears of frustration running down her passion-inflamed cheeks. Oh God,
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she thought, hopelessly enslaved as they had said she would be, I am
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their slave. They can do what they want with me. I don't care! I love
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it, love it! It's like dying. Oh Christ!
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Ellen's sex-drugged body was writhing out of control, her eyes glazed
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and smoky with lust. The thirteen year old was beyond objecting to
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anything at all now. She wanted her belly filled with vast pools of
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molten sperm, wanted to be able to feel it sloshing around wetly inside
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her like warm quicksilver.
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Handsome spread her fleshy young pussy lips joyously apart with his hot
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dredging tongue, following the soft path of light fuzz down into the
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moist inner layers of her cringing cunt. The tiny pink bud of Ellen's
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clitoris clung to the velvety wet surface of his enormous tongue, and
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she wanted to shriek in rapture each time that sensitive nerve ending
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accidentally collided with one of his teeth.
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She clenched her eyes tightly shut, alive with happiness and joyous
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desire at the whirlpools of sensation that were swirling so
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ecstatically throughout her aroused young body. Her pelvis jerked
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forward, fairly burying the big dog's snout in her hotly throbbing
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cunt. The fire down below had replaced every other thought she had ever
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had.
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Now her freed hands didn't know which head to caress first, Handsome's
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or Lucifer's. The second German shepherd had filled her mouth with his
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gigantic tongue, and she sucked on it hungrily, drawing sustenance from
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it which burned right down into her breasts and from there into her
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tautly rippling belly. Her entire body felt like a great open fissure
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in the earth begging to be filled, aching, urging, agonizing to be
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engorged and stuffed with fiery hot flesh. Nothing else in the world
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mattered now, just the flicking, dancing slap of that loving doggish
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tongue on her cuntal furrow and the other flooding her mouth with its
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hot, fleshy muscularity. Lucifer slipped his tongue out of her urgently
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sucking lips and began to lick her naked flesh as if she were a
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lollipop, lapping wetly at her throat, neck, sleek white shoulders and
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finally, her ardently pulsating young breasts ...
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"Aarrrggghhh ... ooohhh yesss ... lick my tits ... oh God ... beautiful
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... beautiful ... like that ... ooooohhh darling lover ooooooohhhhh
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..."
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The dog growled thrillingly, making her pelvis muscles shiver with
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excitement, lapping at her burning hot nipples until they felt as if
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they were going to explode. Then again it licked on up over her
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throbbing, straining young throat, licking at her nose and eyes and
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cheeks, the thick hot saliva soaking her skin. She rotated her desire-
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contorted face all around, searching with her open mouth for that
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wonderfully licking tongue. She found it again and sucked it deep into
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her throat with a low, ecstatic animal groan.
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The lewdly leering faces of her three tormentors hung over the bed
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within inches of the thirteen year old girl's straining, lust-racked
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nakedness, watching delightedly as this shamelessly aroused blonde
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beauty was worked over by the two German shepherds. She was dimly aware
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of their hands squeezing her exquisitely throbbing breasts and their
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fingers pinching her nipples as Lucifer licked around them. Her flesh
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felt as if it were covered with beautifully licking tongue and
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caressing hands. The exotically decorated bedroom had become an
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enormous octopus with thousands of grasping tentacles reaching out to
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lewdly fondle her sex-enslaved young body. Handsome's immense tongue
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was an uncontrollable monster spinning upward into her belly and about
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to come frantically, willy-nilly, out through her mouth, and curl
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around her white neck and silken, blonde-tressed shoulders to dissolve
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her very molecules. That ardently fucking tongue was tearing her soul
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from her body and devouring it with great gulps of depraved sensuality.
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Hands rubbed obscenely over her squirming ass-cheeks from both sides of
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the bed fingers pulled excitingly at her fleshy hair-covered cuntal
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lips in order to give Handsome greater entrance for his murderous,
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soul-dredging tongue. She felt someone's fingertip probing underneath
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her buttocks into the sweat-soaked cleft leading toward her wildly
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puckering anus, and the flicking teasingly at it like another tongue.
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She winced as the outstretched finger suddenly popped through the tight
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little anal ring and forced its way deeply upward into the hot rubbery
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flesh within. It moved around, expanding the tiny hole until the palm
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of the invisible intruding hand was flat against her smoothly
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undulating buttocks, the entire finger embedded deep up inside the
|
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throbbing hot tunnel, its tip tingling maddeningly against a wildly
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excitable gland inside there that she'd never ever dreamed she'd had.
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|
Would wonders never cease! What else did these wonderful people know
|
|
about making her body happy? They knew more by far than she had ever
|
|
known herself!
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Now the finger embedded in her nether passage joined Handsome's
|
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rhythmically plunging hot tongue in pistoning her helpless loins,
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bringing groans of agony and gasps of lewd delight from her open mouth
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in time to their simultaneous fucking of her love-dissolved flesh.
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Her outrageous debasement and subjugation flooded her bloodstream with
|
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a masochistic pleasure that was totally new. Her pelvis gyrated wildly
|
|
with abandoned pleasure as the finger in her anus began stroking in and
|
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out, faster and faster. "Yessss," she hissed. "Goooooood ... oooooohhh
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ssssooooo goooooood ..." the naked teenager crooned, thrashing lewdly.
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"Don't stop! Oh please! Don't ever stop!"
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She twisted her upturned buttocks faster and faster, trying to keep up
|
|
with their savage rape of her ecstatically exploding loins, which
|
|
seemed to be issuing hot lava from every fissure. Wave upon wave of
|
|
indescribable pleasure burned through her nervous system, curling her
|
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toes and fingers as if they were twigs in a roaring conflagration. Her
|
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liquid passion gushed in a flood onto Handsome's handsome face and
|
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flowed in sticky washes all over her shivering thighs, soaking the
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mattress beneath her wildly grinding buttocks.
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"Do you think she's ready?" came Dominique's husky contralto from
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|
somewhere off in the universe.
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"I do," said Carter beside her. And then suddenly strong hands were
|
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gripping her and pushing her over onto all fours on the giant bed, and
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Handsome's tongue had left her loins just as Lucifer's had left her
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French kissing mouth.
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"Wait! Let me go!" she screamed. "Where are they? Put them back! Where
|
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are my dogs? Where are my lovers? What have you done with them?" She
|
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struggled wildly as they forced her into her new position.
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"She's ready all right," came Carter's voice. "Take it easy, little
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lady. In another second you're going to have all the German shepherd
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that any woman can handle. Dominique, start the cameras. She's primed
|
|
like a fuckin' firecracker. You were right about Lucifer, Angie. Don't
|
|
know how we forgot to get her ass fucked last night. Totally slipped my
|
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mind."
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"So long as it didn't slip your rod," came the fat man's voice. "You've
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got to stop playing with it so much. You're not keeping your mind on
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|
business."
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"Enough talk. Christ, she's a wildcat. Grab her!"
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They struggled silently for several moments longer as Maxwell Carter
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gripped her neck strongly, trying to force her shoulders down, and the
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|
other man tried to control her arms. "Kneel!" Carter commanded
|
|
imperiously of the half-conscious teenage blonde in bondage. "Kneel,
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Goddamnit, I say!"
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They grabbed impatiently at her hips and forced her to her knees. Ellen
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rested panting for a moment on all fours, her long honey-gold hair
|
|
streaming down over her bewildered face. Her nakedly rounded buttocks
|
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waved high in the air while her full swaying breasts scraped the
|
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bedsheet. She felt through her sensual haze a pair of heavenly hands
|
|
moving over on her hips, and she waved her straining ass-cheeks back in
|
|
invitation at whoever it was.
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And then there was something else. The subtle spearing pressure of
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Lucifer's large and nicely-tapered cock, hard, wet and ready, against
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the tightly puckered entrance to her virginal rectum. Having already
|
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been widened and made hungrily ready by the Fat man's raping finger,
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her nether passage fairly ached to be filled up again. She wiggled her
|
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backside and tried to squirm backwards onto Lucifer's long slender
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organ. It bumped the interior sides of her buttocks and then slid
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sweatily forward. The tip of the taper slid through her tightly
|
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puckering anal orifice, and then Lucifer gave a mighty grunting bark
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and, propping his forepaws up on her back, rammed his lust-hardened
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penis viciously forward.
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Ellen coughed and groaned. This feeling was pain, but it was exquisite
|
|
as well. The finger that had been up inside her rectum previously could
|
|
not remotely compare with it. She could feel every delightful ridge
|
|
along its meaty animal length as the powerful German shepherd drove
|
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upward and home into her sex-starved nether passage. Lucifer widened
|
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her tight rectal channel as he went, imparting a fresh and wonderful
|
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thrill with each additional inch of his thrilling hot member.
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By now her imprisoners were already positioning Handsome in front of
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her passion-twisted face. He staggered forward on his hind legs in the
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giving soft bed under their guiding hands, then allowed himself to be
|
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pushed over onto his side. His enormous red penis was sticking out like
|
|
a pike from its furry sheath, spots of cum oozing from the sleek
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rubbery head. As they moved him around, her face was suddenly
|
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confronted without warning by the hard erect animal penis; a second
|
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later it rammed into the lush warmth of the blonde teenager's gasping
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mouth.
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Ellen was so far gone in her sensual debauchery, that the feel of this
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slippery animal penis sliding through her lips and into her hungrily
|
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waiting mouth only inflamed her loins all the further with mindless
|
|
desire. She seemed to be beyond the point of caring what was done to
|
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her. The taste of that muskily warm sexual organ, pulsating with blood
|
|
along all of its healthy masculine length made her head swim. Her eyes,
|
|
half-lidded with sensuality, glowed like surging lights on an extra
|
|
charge of electricity, and her mouth began sucking on the delicious hot
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meat so automatically that it seemed the most natural thing in the
|
|
world.
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Handsome began panting wildly and humping and sawing viciously into her
|
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face as if he were fucking a bitch in heat. She gagged as his enormous
|
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member rammed halfway down her throat, its full length disappearing
|
|
into her moistly ovalled lips almost to the hilt. His hairy balls
|
|
slapped softly against her chin, the soft fuzz covering them tickling
|
|
like feathers. She struggled to breathe, her mind and soul dissolving
|
|
with lust, catching tiny gasps of air only on the greasy out-stroke of
|
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that magnificent-tasting penis.
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"Woooooooonderful ..." she crooned as the two German shepherds buffeted
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her helplessly kneeling body back and forth like a rag doll between
|
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them, using her mouth and anal passage as receptacles for their pent-up
|
|
animal desires. Ellen no longer felt fear or dismay; now she was a
|
|
great mass of ectoplasm living only for pure sensation and pleasure.
|
|
The mental picture of her voluptuous young body being fucked in the
|
|
mouth and in the rectum by these two handsome, furry creatures was
|
|
wildly exciting in itself. The hunger in her belly was like boiling hot
|
|
honey lapping at her insides. She undulated her raging buttocks in
|
|
vicious little circles, squeezing Lucifer's adorably thrusting penis
|
|
with her naturally gifted rectal muscles as if to milk it dry. She
|
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wanted that fleshy animal staff boring into her nether passage -- amid
|
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Handsome's urgent yelps, squeals and barks -- to fill her belly again
|
|
and again until her trembling young thighs were running thick with all
|
|
of his hot sticky cum. She wanted to wallow in bestial depravity with
|
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these two dogs she was in love with.
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She sucked voraciously at Handsome's almost bursting cock, licking
|
|
thirstily at the little spots of cum as they appeared from the tip, her
|
|
cheeks hollowing and filling correspondingly with his cruel animal
|
|
thrusts. Meanwhile her nakedly churning buttocks tried to worm back up
|
|
rhythmically to match Handsome's furious fucking of her backside,
|
|
wiggling and shaking from side to side.
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She couldn't remember ever tasting a cock of any kind before, so she
|
|
had no way of knowing whether Handsome's was in any way superior to all
|
|
the rest in the world. All she knew was that its taste was soooo
|
|
delicious and that she felt as if in another minute she could even
|
|
conceivably have an orgasm right in her mouth from the marvelous canine
|
|
fucking she was receiving.
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|
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|
My God, she thought, nobody ever told me. If this is sex, it's the most
|
|
wonderful thing in the world. They've been keeping it a secret from me.
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|
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|
The cute blonde teenager licked wildly at the blood-filled tip of the
|
|
German shepherd's penis. She wanted it to shoot in her mouth, not just
|
|
with mere droplets of sperm, but with entire barrels full. She wanted
|
|
to swallow it and feel it running down her throat until her stomach was
|
|
as full as her rectum. She wanted it to flood every pore in her hyper-
|
|
sexed teenage body with great torrents of scalding hot joy.
|
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The two expert German shepherds did what they could to oblige. For
|
|
simultaneously with the expanding tide of her own approaching orgasm,
|
|
she felt the penis fucking into her from behind begin to inflate
|
|
frantically and then burst forth in a shower of cum-filled sparks,
|
|
spewing its white hot load deep up into her wildly clasping anal
|
|
column. The dog's burning semen ricocheted around inside her belly,
|
|
finally dripping back down again onto his fiercely spurting penis and
|
|
sliding down it to seep through the snugly puckering anal ring and then
|
|
down his penis some more into the matted hair of the dog's surging
|
|
belly. Lucifer barked once, twice, and more, happily for joy, and the
|
|
sound of this barking excited his dominated blonde love-slave furiously
|
|
so that she sucked all the more madly on Handsome's sperm-bloated cock,
|
|
which the other dog had now buried in her throat right to the hilt.
|
|
|
|
She was rewarded with an explosion of warmish sweet cum that flooded
|
|
her throat with its pungent taste, her cheeks expanding like a balloon
|
|
to keep pace and to prevent her choking on the great savages gushes
|
|
that squirted without pause into her hungry young throat. Ellen
|
|
swallowed in crazed hungry gulps, fastening her lips like a snug
|
|
elastic ring around the swiftly ejaculating instrument, afraid to lose
|
|
even a single drop of the wonderfully delicious fluid. Tiny droplets
|
|
ran from the corners of her mouth as Handsome howled in what could be
|
|
described only as pleasure and then pulled his rapidly deflating cock
|
|
from her glistening young lips. His penis flopped lifelessly in front
|
|
of her still ravenously licking mouth, narrow strings of animal sperm
|
|
still connecting to the deflated cock several inches away.
|
|
|
|
Ellen continued to screw her buttocks back tightly against Lucifer's
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still squirting organ in her rectum, milking it energetically with her
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rippling sphincter muscles, as with a rapturous shriek, she felt her
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own body explode into what seemed a million minuscule fragments
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shooting off into space.
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"I'm cumming," she screamed proudly. "I'm cummmiinng!"
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Tremor after tremor of wildly ecstatic pleasure made her kneeling young
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body jerk like a puppet on strings, and then she began moaning loudly
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in lewd delight, trying to pedal her open legs as if she were trying to
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crawl away, and an explosion of molten hot cum came flooding out of her
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teenaged loins like lava from an upside-down volcano, creating a milky
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pool on the mattress that made her knees slip and slide.
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Gasp after gasp broke from her panting, passion-inflamed lips. She felt
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as if her soul were being ripped apart by the talons of an enormous
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eagle. But if this was dying, it was so heavenly that she knew she
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would want to do it again and again, right up to the very end of her
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life. She shuddered as everything in her soul and flesh started coming
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apart and singing with ecstasy. She wanted this moment never to end. It
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was a combination of being burned alive and having one's insides pumped
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full of honey from a giant hose.
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It seemed like an eternity before she finally could get her head
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together again, and in between she collapsed with relaxed and exhausted
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happiness, falling into a post-orgasmic doze of indeterminate period.
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She could feel careful hands arranging her body so that she was able to
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nap more comfortably, and then there was a cool sheet being thrown over
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her sweat-cooled flesh.
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And then she slept!
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Eons later -- it seemed -- when she awoke, the beautiful thirteen year
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old girl gazed up weakly around at her three friends and their two
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dogs. A soft smile of gratitude crossed her radiant face.
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Dominique smiled back at her and came over to sit down on the edge of
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the bed and run her fingers pleasantly through the opulent teenager's
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long gold hair. "Have a nice doze, precious?" she asked.
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"Oh yes, Dominique. Are you all right?"
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The men laughed. "We're fine," said Dominique. "It's you we're
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concerned about, dear. How do you feel?"
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"Oh, Dominique," the winsome young creature breathed, nestling her face
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into the older woman's lap. "I've never felt so happy in my entire
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life," she blushed. "I've been very foolish."
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They all smiled. "All right, then," said Dominique sweetly. "Let's go
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in and finish breakfast then. I'll bet you're famished."
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Chapter 11
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Amy had been using the big brass knocker on the Carters' big oak door
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for some time before she heard footsteps approaching from the other
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side.
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At first she had assumed that her pretty young daughter and the Carters
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had gone for a drive somewhere, when there seemed to be no answer
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forthcoming from the big house. She knew how Ellen enjoyed riding in
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their convertible with the top down, her waterfall long honey hair
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floating gloriously in the wind. The Carters were probably her favorite
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people since they'd come to Kenilworth. They were so refined and well-
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to-do. Little wonder Ellen found their company so pleasant.
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There was a disconcerting one-way peephole in the Carters' front door,
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and now Amy had the distinctly discomforting impression that someone
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was peering at her through it. In such situations even the most cool
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individual would find it difficult to contrive a casual appearance, and
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Amy Winthrop was by no means cool. She fidgeted and looked alternately
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away from the little peephole, then back again defiantly with her
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eyebrows narrowed. She wasn't sure at all that she approved of this
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sort of circumspectness on the part of ordinary neighbors. One would
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think they were running a house of ill repute or something.
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Then suddenly the door opened and there was Maxwell Carter, a tall,
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dark and handsome brute of a man with long wavy black hair and steely
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blue eyes which bored right through a person. "Hello, Amy," he said
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pleasantly.
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"Hello," she smiled shyly. "Just thought I'd come by to borrow a cup of
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sugar." She looked up at his grand, broad-shouldered form. He seemed to
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fill the whole foyer. Almost six-foot-three, at least, she thought with
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a pleasant and easy comparison of his mature and sensual manhood, very
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dignified, and Billy Erspamer's winsome youthfulness.
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He smiled indulgently and took her arm, guiding her inside and closing
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the door behind her. Their feet clattered on the elegant hardwood tiles
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of the entrance hall. "Ellen isn't here right now," he said in a
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masterful tone. "She's gone with Dominique up to our lake cottage at
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Libertyville. Is there anything I can get you? A martini, perhaps?"
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Amy smiled nervously. This was the first time she had ever been alone
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with this devastatingly handsome man, and she had to admit that it gave
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her butterflies in her stomach. Her adventure with Billy Erspamer
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seemed to have heightened her general sexual awareness and sensitivity
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tremendously. She tried to be casual as she said, "Well, I rarely drink
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in the daytime ..."
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"Just one, then," said Maxwell, taking her arm and guiding her
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dominantly towards the library. In another moment they were down the
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steps and walking across the plush purple carpeting towards the bar
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that had come sliding around open at the far side of the room. Amy
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smiled uncertainly and looked around. She had never been in such plush
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surroundings before. The Carters indeed seemed to have everything! She
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had never been in their library before, but the immediate impression of
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sumptuousness and spare-no-expense was forceful and pervading. She was
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impressed.
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Carter went around behind the bar and began mixing them both a drink as
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she watched him. He said casually, looking down at his bottles and
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glasses in the sink below the bar, "The girls probably won't be home
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until quite late. That gives us some time to get acquainted and get to
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know each other. We've really been meaning to get to know you better.
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Ellen is quite a delightful child to have around."
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She tried to read his words for anything more subtle, but his manner
|
|
was so innocuous she failed to uncover any sinister hidden meanings. He
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|
was just a decent individual, a good man, and he really meant what he
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said, obviously.
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She took the drink from him and smiled. "Thank you."
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"Have a seat." He indicated the couch in back of her.
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She sat down smiling and lifted her drink to her lips. The taste was
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|
not quite martini, but it was good and warming. She had the heady
|
|
sensation that it was flowing right down her throat and into her
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vitals, which seemed to turn over with the minimum reaction required of
|
|
a cold engine on a cold morning.
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"So how are you finding our little town?" asked Carter pleasantly, his
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right arm resting casually over the back of the red leather arm chair
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so that she couldn't see his finger press a hidden button wired beneath
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the piano in back of it.
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"Oh, it's very nice. The neighbors are very nice too, of course."
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She drank some more of her very pleasant drink and noticed with a dull
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|
sort of awareness a very faint vibration which seemed to be in either
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the couch or in her loins, or perhaps both, as if a truck were passing
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|
in the street outside the house. She tried to shift her seat without
|
|
being too obvious, but it seemed as if she had sat on some sort of
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ridge in the cushion, and it wasn't very easy to slip off of it.
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"I understand you're a widow," he said pleasantly, drinking.
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"Oh yes," not sure whether that required a smile or what.
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"Must be difficult. After all those years of marriage, to suddenly be
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without a man."
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The vibrations seemed to have increased subtly. There was a rubbery
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|
probing just beneath her rounded ass-cheeks. It seemed to be some sort
|
|
of instrument inside the cushion. But that was absurd. She felt very
|
|
self-conscious. His eyes were warmly upon her, and she felt awkward
|
|
about trying to shift to another part of the couch.
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She took another sip of her drink, which had turned truly delicious.
|
|
The warmish feeling in her stomach was expanding into her rib cage, and
|
|
from there upward into her deliciously ripened breasts. Her nipples
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|
began to tingle. She said, somewhat awkwardly, almost afraid of what he
|
|
might reply, "Well, of course one gets used to having a man about the
|
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house ..."
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"No, I mean for sex," said Carter frankly. He leaned forward, his glass
|
|
in his large hairy hands. "I mean, after all those years of regular
|
|
fucking, it must get very lonely inside your ..."
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"I beg your pardon?" she asked, scarcely believing that she had heard
|
|
correctly. Surely this well-spoken and good-looking man hadn't used
|
|
that lewd word! Her eyes lifted and widened with astonishment. Beneath
|
|
her, the pleasant sonorous drone of his roughly masculine voice had
|
|
served to distract from the strange sensation of vibration under her
|
|
loins. There definitely seemed to be something poking up now between
|
|
her legs. The shape of it was roughly that of the end of a broom
|
|
handle, round and firm. And she would have sworn it was really
|
|
vibrating. She looked at her drink, puzzled. It was too late to move,
|
|
as she seemed to be stuck on this ridged column. And anyway her lower
|
|
body suddenly felt very tired.
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Carter leaned forward, putting his fingers on her knee so confidently
|
|
that she couldn't bring herself to object. He looked deeply into her
|
|
eyes, and she found that his were slightly more hypnotic than they had
|
|
been when he had first opened the door.
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"But don't you feel," he asked, "that you are missing something when
|
|
you don't have a man's long hard cock sliding up and down inside your
|
|
juicy cunt from time to time?"
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|
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|
Amy gasped and put her hand to her throat. This conversation had gotten
|
|
altogether out of hand. And now the strange sensations building in her
|
|
loins served to keep her rooted to her seat. She didn't know if this
|
|
tingling feeling was being caused by the vibrating prod in the cushion
|
|
or by the drink or by the terribly wicked things he was saying, or
|
|
perhaps by a combination of all of it. But in any case, despite her
|
|
brain's insistence that she flee, her belly and thighs didn't seem to
|
|
want to let her. Her sensually excited body seemed to be drenched with
|
|
a weakness somewhat similar to what one feels during a bad case of the
|
|
flu.
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|
Then too, there was the fact that Maxwell Carter was a very handsome
|
|
man. Now that Billy Erspamer had opened the floodgates with his
|
|
masterful awakening of her voluptuous body, she had become aware of
|
|
other men, too. Of men in general. Of sex in general. Where was the
|
|
harm? She was a mature woman! Maxwell Carter was a mature and
|
|
attractive man. For all she knew his penis might feel even better than
|
|
young Erspamer's. That might be worth cheating on Billy for. And he
|
|
wouldn't demand pay, either. With Ellen and Mrs. Carter away for the
|
|
afternoon, it might prove a joyous respite to somewhat vary her sexual
|
|
activities.
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|
|
|
But on the other hand she mustn't appear too easy. Men never respected
|
|
women who were human punchboards.
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|
|
|
She crossed her legs at the knees, showing just a small amount of thigh
|
|
and said absurdly primly, "I really don't think that's a topic open to
|
|
general discussion. Isn't there something else we could talk about?"
|
|
She scrunched down into her seat over the vibrating prod, which seemed
|
|
to be stuck right up into the softly flanged lips of her warmly
|
|
tingling pussy now. She tried to move slightly away in order to relieve
|
|
the tantalizing sensation, but this only seemed to make it worse.
|
|
|
|
"Then you don't enjoy it when Billy Erspamer rams his big hard cock up
|
|
into your sweet little cunt, Amy?"
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|
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|
The startled young mother gasped and put a hand to her throat. "Where -
|
|
- where ... oh God! Who ... told you that?" Suddenly she felt like
|
|
screaming. If this man knew of her transgressions with Billy, then
|
|
everyone in town must know it!
|
|
|
|
He came over abruptly and sat down next to her. Now it was really
|
|
impossible to move. The vibrating broomstick beneath her loins was
|
|
making her breath come faster and faster, and she knew her panties were
|
|
already soaked from the lewd excitement. It was going to be impossible
|
|
to retain her composure for very much longer.
|
|
|
|
"Oh, little boys have a way of bragging about their exploits," he said,
|
|
his hand moving casually up inside her skirt along her sleek inner
|
|
thigh. "You should have selected a more mature and discreet individual
|
|
for your amorous adventures. Believe me, that would work out best. If
|
|
you're going to fuck with children, they only fuck you back. Your hot
|
|
little cunt is probably the talk of the locker room at New Trier High."
|
|
|
|
The sensations swimming through her internal organs were undeniable
|
|
now. She wanted to push his hand away, or slap it, but his words were
|
|
so startling that she was thrown into confused rout. This was not
|
|
orderly, this approach. Like most women, she was befuddled and disarmed
|
|
by any approach to her vault of love which was distinctly out of the
|
|
ordinary. She honestly didn't know what to do. And now that terrible
|
|
vibration of the bony prod inside the couch cushion had increased
|
|
dramatically. She was being masturbated and she knew it; but the
|
|
furthest thing from her mind was flight. Far from it! By now she
|
|
definitely wanted something stuffed up inside of her wildly throbbing
|
|
cunt that would help to still the live sensations swarming in her
|
|
belly.
|
|
|
|
His words were also adding to this incitement dramatically. Shit, fuck
|
|
and piss, suck and lick and eat were all words that Billy Erspamer used
|
|
to turn her on and make her want to have wild uninhibited sex. She was
|
|
programmed to respond to obscene language.
|
|
|
|
So she just stared at him, hypnotized, like a rabbit watching a python
|
|
slowly uncoil. His hand came to rest softly against the white-pantied
|
|
pubic triangle up between her thighs and, surprisingly to her, she did
|
|
not resist automatically. Then his fingers were tickling at her
|
|
frantically aroused genitals as his leonine head came forward, blocking
|
|
out the light until she felt as if she were slipping into an
|
|
immeasurable abyss. Before she knew what was happening, his lips were
|
|
on hers, hot and heavy, breathing with passion as his tongue attempted
|
|
to penetrate through her nervously quivering red lips.
|
|
|
|
At first the beautiful young widow was not sure how to react, but by
|
|
now she was besieged by so many mutually distracting sensations that
|
|
she was at a loss as to how she might cleverly resist without putting
|
|
him off too much. After the initial minor resistance, her mouth opened
|
|
instinctively and she sucked in his massive tongue, helpless to do
|
|
anything but stroke it with her lips in the way honored by so many
|
|
thousands of generations of womankind.
|
|
|
|
Her body shivered as his hands moved down over her softly round
|
|
buttocks and began lifting the rear of her skirt. Now her excitedly
|
|
tingling loins were totally open to the magnificent masturbatory
|
|
sensation of whatever was going on inside the vibrating cushion with
|
|
its unseen dildo.
|
|
|
|
He nudged her hips up then and she lifted them without resistance,
|
|
breaking off their kiss long enough to mutter, "You're sure they won't
|
|
be coming home soon?"
|
|
|
|
His only reply was a primitive grunt, and then his outsized fingers
|
|
were slipping her panties off ripely rounded ass-cheeks and down her
|
|
long tapered legs, finally dragging them off her feet as he took off
|
|
her shoes. Amy smiled dreamily, going along with the tide, running her
|
|
fingers through his curly hair. It would have been senseless to protest
|
|
this far along.
|
|
|
|
She murmured something unintelligible and put her wet little tongue
|
|
into his ear as his masterful hands slipped under her blouse to unhook
|
|
her brassiere, which fell away without effort as she moved around so
|
|
that he could pull it off. Her proudly upthrust breasts trembled and
|
|
hardened slightly as they made naked contact with his big rough hands,
|
|
and she groaned in ill-concealed eagerness.
|
|
|
|
She was naked now and yet curiously felt no extreme apprehension.
|
|
Indeed, her lush mature body strained and worked with his hands as they
|
|
coursed over it. He rubbed her quivering ass-cheeks in small circles,
|
|
gently pressing apart the two full white moons in order to slide his
|
|
finger toward the tiny puckered hole of her anus where it lay winking
|
|
like a red star in the night within its soft hairless crevice. His
|
|
tongue was again forcing its powerful presence down into her open
|
|
mouth, and she found herself sucking on it ravenously.
|
|
|
|
In another moment his searching fingers had begun sluicing through the
|
|
satiny moisture of her ebony black pubic hair. He pressed his
|
|
outstretched middle finger up between the wetly heated flanges of her
|
|
cuntal lips and she jerked spasmodically from this unexpected contact
|
|
which sent a warm ripple of erotic sensation up her naked spine.
|
|
|
|
Amy groaned. The vibration in the cushion had continued, and it pressed
|
|
upward into her nether passage as he turned her over so that she was
|
|
flat on her back with the whole of her naked front presented to him
|
|
like a delicious photograph of curvaceousness.
|
|
|
|
"Christ, you have some body," he muttered earnestly as his hands
|
|
continued with their urgent work, titillating her throbbing hot flesh
|
|
until she thought she would go out of her mind. "Ellen has nothing on
|
|
you; nothing at all, believe me."
|
|
|
|
Ellen? What did she have to do with it? What did he mean by that?
|
|
|
|
He ran his hands reverently over her ripely matured breasts, her flat
|
|
white stomach, her firm young thighs, dragging soft mewls and whines of
|
|
fierce pleasure from her open mouth. Tiny licking flames were consuming
|
|
her naked flesh, between the softness of her inner thighs, out through
|
|
the tips of her throbbing and now hard nipples, and down back again
|
|
into the seething cauldron of her vagina where it roared with white hot
|
|
heat like the interior of a blast furnace converting high-grade ore to
|
|
steel.
|
|
|
|
"My God," she groaned softly, "Oh my God, Maxwell. I like it. Oh go on.
|
|
Don't stop."
|
|
|
|
Carter didn't need any urging. Glancing briefly in the direction of the
|
|
hidden motion picture cameras, he continued rummaging his hands over
|
|
her lush nakedness and exploring her warm moist mouth with his saliva-
|
|
drenched tongue. His fingers ran up between her thighs, searching for
|
|
the seething core of her being. Her feverish cuntal furrow fairly
|
|
jerked upwards toward his touch as if magnetized. "Aaaahhhh, that's it,
|
|
that's it ... oh ... aaahhhhhh ...!" she sighed without pause,
|
|
searching his mouth with her tongue and sucking on his hot pink
|
|
bludgeon as if it were a miniature penis fucking her mouth.
|
|
|
|
Pausing only momentarily to strip off his clothes, Maxwell fell down
|
|
again upon the victimized and nakedly writhing young widow, covering
|
|
her excitedly quivering breasts with kisses and twisting them savagely
|
|
with his hands. His mouth sucked first on one nipple, then on the
|
|
other, until they were both standing like flags on a mountain peak.
|
|
|
|
Slithering on top of her eagerly squirming body, he could feel her
|
|
shivering with undisguisable passion beneath him. "You planned this,
|
|
you devil," she gritted hoarsely.
|
|
|
|
"Of course, my dear," he grinned down at her, tantalizing her sensitive
|
|
flesh.
|
|
|
|
"Get it over then. You're driving me crazy!"
|
|
|
|
Carter laughed and drew her unresisting thighs up the sides of his
|
|
hips. Only then did she really become aware of his massively pulsating
|
|
penis. She started when she saw the menacing spear of hard flesh and
|
|
the heavy, sperm-bloated balls swinging softly beneath it. But
|
|
nonetheless the hopelessly aroused young mother spread her legs still
|
|
wider, offering her wetly throbbing vaginal slit in sacrifice to his
|
|
immense masculinity.
|
|
|
|
"Put it in," he croaked, then let his breath out with a long, low gasp
|
|
as her hand burrowed down without hesitation and her warm fingers
|
|
closed snugly around his rigid thrusting maleness, one thumb running
|
|
affectionately up and down the sperm-bloated ridge beneath. Then her
|
|
thumb and forefinger tightened around the throbbing purplish head,
|
|
slowly but firmly pulling it toward her gaping vaginal aperture. He
|
|
gasped as she peeled back the foreskin and gently pressed the sensitive
|
|
moist tip against the fleshy wet folds of her open cunt. Her soft black
|
|
pussy hair caressed it as it passed on through, the mouth of her vagina
|
|
blowing on his cock with a burning desirous blast. The temptation was
|
|
almost overwhelming to lunge forward and sink the whole of his heavy
|
|
pulsating penis with one mighty flesh-splitting thrust into her
|
|
quivering little belly.
|
|
|
|
By now Amy was truly groaning with lust, tiny unintelligible gasps of
|
|
hunger and pleasure seeping from between her tightly clenched teeth.
|
|
Her soul literally ached as much as her body as her womb contracted
|
|
with lust like a hungry animal. His great throbbing hardness was at the
|
|
tight entrance to her vagina, pressing smoothly into the passion-
|
|
saturated folds. Oh God! What was he waiting for? It was agony ... no,
|
|
wait ... there he was ... parting the silken softness of her black
|
|
pubic hair with his hotly throbbing thickness.
|
|
|
|
"What are you waiting for?" she gasped. "Hurry ... the others will come
|
|
back ..."
|
|
|
|
"I want to fuck your tits," he said, working his long rigid penis
|
|
tormentingly around the outer edges of her wildly quivering cuntal
|
|
mouth. He looked down at her large firm breasts with their enormous
|
|
dark centers and erect nipples swaying gently outward from her slender
|
|
rib cage and quivering slightly with each mewling gasp from her
|
|
passion-soaked throat. Then he slithered up her chest and straddled her
|
|
with one leg on either side of her torso, gently placing his throbbing
|
|
hot penis within the narrow cleft of her soft warm fleshiness.
|
|
|
|
Fuck my tits? What on earth ...
|
|
|
|
Carter's hand reached down and crushed the resilient mounds between his
|
|
strong, sinewy fingers, kneading and stretching them until she moaned
|
|
with ecstasy. He watched them ooze through his hands like flaccid foam
|
|
rubber, soft and yet springing back into voluptuous shape the moment
|
|
the pressure of his hands abated. He pressed them together so that they
|
|
met across her chest and formed a velvety yielding tunnel in which his
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cock was sensuously entrapped. Then he began a gentle rocking motion,
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thrusting his pulsating rigidity in and out through the warm fleshy
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passage formed by her mounds, bumping her chin to wipe off the tiny
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spots of moisture as they appeared in the lust-swollen head of his
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penis.
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Amy breathed heavily, totally unconscious of the subtle whirring of
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motion picture cameras in the distance. A smoky veil of passion
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obscured her dilated pupils, her nostrils flaring like a race horse's.
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This felt so unearthly nice. Why hadn't anyone ever used her breasts
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before like this? Her hips and buttocks writhed with desire, and her
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thighs trembled with unrelieved energy. This was nice -- fun -- but it
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wasn't what she wanted. If only he would fuck her and quell this raging
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desire!
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But Carter had received a signal from behind the one-way mirror by the
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fireplace, just a subtle flash of light like that of a flashbulb going
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on. He nodded and his eyes locked unsmiling on her full red sensuous
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lips which were still quivering with desire.
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He worked his way up her body slightly until his knees were on either
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side of her throat and his long thick cock pulsated directly over her
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beautiful sensuous face, giving her eyes a view of the throbbing sperm-
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filled ridge underneath it. His testicles rested gently against her
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moistened chin. He sat still for a moment, feeling the firm resilient
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mounds of her breasts squashed down under his buttocks. Then he placed
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both hands behind her head and lifted it up off the bed, bending her
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neck up towards him so that her mouth was directly in front of his
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impatiently pulsating organ. Then he shoved forward, his buttocks
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rolling on the cushion of her massive breasts, until the tip of his
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penis was pressed softly between her slightly ovalled lips. He groaned
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as he felt the soft lipsticked surfaces brushing gently over his
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cockhead as her lips fell limply open, and her face moved forward of
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her own volition .
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Her warm moist lips had barely ovalled around his hotly throbbing cock
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before the desire-crazed young widow started using her tongue, swiping
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it around it make his penis jerk violently. Her lips moved down his
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lust-thickened shaft of flesh to take in as much of it as her throat
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could swallow, coating its sensitive skin with saliva and an undulating
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warmth. He pushed his hands along either side of her hollowing cheeks
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and pressed inward as she licked and sucked hungrily.
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Amy's tongue curled around his organ as if all the burning hunger in
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her cunt was now concentrated in the heat of her mouth. He flexed his
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loins in and out and rolled his backside around on her breasts as she
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took in all of his long hard cock and burrowed her nose in is own cum-
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filled testicles slapping against her chin as she sucked, was
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excruciating and unbearable; he felt as if his penis were blowing up
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like a balloon. Then, almost before he realized what was happening,
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there was a shudder in his belly and a liquid white flow came rushing
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like a waterfall up from his aching balls and out the bridge of his
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rapidly jerking organ. He gripped her head tightly with his fingers in
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her hair and rammed his wildly ejaculating cock far back into her
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throat, not letting her escape. She groaned as the heavy spurts of
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fiery hot cum came squirting out, stretching and bloating her cheeks to
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bursting. But she swallowed gluttonously, sputtering to keep from
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choking on the sticky white semen as he emptied his testicles into her
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voraciously sucking mouth.
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She continued to suck hungrily on his deflating penis, undulating her
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buttocks and rubbing her thighs together, their tops flooded with her
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own liquid excitement.
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Resolved to get her own orgasm as well, Amy licked and bit at his cock
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gently until it began to fill up with blood again. Then when her tongue
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and lips had restored it fully, her head dropped heavily back onto the
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couch, and the shamelessly aroused young widow spread her legs wide.
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The rejuvenated male instrument slipped wetly from her cum-filled lips,
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and her eyes flickered open as she peered at him through smoky, desire-
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ridden dilated pupils. Then came her desperate croak, "Fuck me."
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Carter smiled superciliously and moved down to make the connection. He
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could feel her wetly heated pussy lips throbbing with excitement as his
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fingers guided his rigid pole of flesh straight through her gaping
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cuntal mouth and into the furnace hot depths below. Her pussy hair was
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by now heavy with sexual secretion, and he was able to slide right up
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to her cervix with a single long, smooth stroke, which brought a gasp
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of rapture from her lust-constricted throat. There was not the
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slightest resistance as the naked young mother groaned with happiness
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and dug her fingernails into his swiftly moving buttocks. The smooth
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walls of her hotly quivering vagina covered his invading cock with more
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lubricant and undulated passionately as it moved on through, going
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deeper, ever deeper, up into her belly.
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Amy felt as if her body was singing all over as Maxwell's masterful
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penis began pistoning in and out of her tightly clasping cunt. Her
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entire insides seemed to open like a sunflower to his wonderfully hard
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penetration. And then she began groaning and sighing ecstatically as he
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fucked her as viciously as he knew how, her voluptuous young body
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shuddering with wild, abandoned jerks, "Sssssssooo goooood," she
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moaned, her arms wrapping snugly about his swiftly-moving body, her
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face contorting with ecstatic passion.
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Wet smacking sounds resounded through the library as they fucked
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demonically, like two people possessed, her cuntal lubricants
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overflowed the snug connection and flowed into the hotly undulating
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crevice of her buttocks. Her sex-ravenous body gyrated
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enthusiastically, anguishing as it sought its climax. Amy churned and
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twisted and thrashed, shrieking and begging and cursing for him to fuck
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harder and deeper. She spiraled her hungry little cunt up and down over
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his lust-hardened cock as though her hips were on a yo-yo string ... up
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and down ... up and down. Then ... it was there, the string breaking
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without warning!
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"Oh God! I'M CUMMING! DARLING! I'M CUMMING!" she shrieked, locking her
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ankles high up around his back, and then all of her orgiastic fluid
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came gushing out in a mighty rush, flooding his sperm-laden balls,
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buttocks and thighs. He shoved her violently quaking thighs up over her
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shoulders and rammed his hips forward, grinding as deeply into her
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wildly convulsing vagina as he could go, until his hot liquid sperm
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exploded deep up inside her, shooting spurt after spurt into her warmly
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welcoming womb.
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Chapter 12
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On the other side of the one-way mirror which encircled the Carter's
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elegant stone fireplace, Ellen sat in an easy chair stroking Handsome's
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crown as the big dog gently nuzzled and licked at her swarming young
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pussy. She could no longer remember how many times he had fucked her
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and licked her cunt, all she knew was that she felt ridiculously happy
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and relaxed.
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The fat man and the other, rather good-looking dog had gone home. It
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was herself and Dominique sitting back here with the motion picture
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cameras as they whirred, getting her mother's adventure with Maxwell
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Carter from every angle.
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"Golly, my mother sure can suck cock, Dominique," said the buxom
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teenage blonde in awe. "I'd never have believed it."
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Dominique squeezed the child's hand affectionately. "Remember what I
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told you, Ellen. Whatever your differences, she's still your mother."
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Ellen shrugged luxuriously, her budding young breasts quivering in
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teenaged exuberance. "Oh poo, I don't care about Billy Erspamer any
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more." Then she smiled. "You've shown me that sex is normal, Dominique.
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You and Maxwell." She blushed. "I just want to show my appreciation."
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Dominique looked through the glass to where Amy Winthrop was whining
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and moaning in delight under Maxwell's masterful fucking. "You have
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already, dear. And it was a good thing you told us about Billy. That
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and a few other things helped up to soften your mother up somewhat."
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"Looks like she's having an orgasm," said the thirteen year old
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thoughtfully, biting her lip as she looked vaguely jealous.
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Dominique smiled. "She certainly is! As soon as she's finished, we'll
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bring Handsome out to say hello to her." She squeezed Ellen's hand
|
|
again. "Would you like that, dear? Would it turn you on to see our nice
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big doggy fucking your hot-blooded mother?"
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"You know it would, Dominique. More than anything." Ellen rested back
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|
in the chair as Handsome's tongue spun like a bullet up through her
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moistly churning young cunt. She was almost ready to come again. And
|
|
after that -- why, after that, their families were going to have whole
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|
new lives together.
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She looked into the future and saw only fullness and sunshine.
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The End
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