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Daddy's Delight

Chapter 1

	The brilliant spring sunshine streamed in through the 
large open bay window. A soft, pleasant breeze was rustling 
the trees, most of them tall oaks in this part of Evanston, 
and their shadows danced energetically against the far wall 
of young June Donovan's room.

	June turned over on the bed, squinting and shielding 
her eyes from the brightness that played over her sleep-
softened twelve-year-old face. Her long glossy blonde hair 
cascaded over the pillow, forming a soft honey-colored 
cushion for her head, which lay prettily, framed against 
it. Only a thin sheet protected her ripely maturing young 
body from that cooling breeze blowing in gentle and warm 
through the open window.

	June stretched and yawned, her shapely young breasts 
dislodging the sheet with their movement. She had the body 
of a lush young Venus which any interested observer could 
have traced in detail through the clinging sheet only 
barely concealing the high-set, rounded breasts whose taut-
tipped nipples showed so clearly through the thin cotton 
fabric. The sheet tapered down over a tiny, girlish waist 
to round hourglass hips of newly acquired proportions. Her 
belly was flat and smooth, and the soft little mound of her 
pussy swelled gently upward between full well-shaped 
thighs. From there her long shapely legs tapered downward 
to the very tips of her toes poking high under the covering 
sheet.

	June had the sort of developing body that would have 
attracted attention on any street -- admiring attention 
from the most discriminating of men, envious attention from 
too-old women who had not looked that good even when they 
were twelve. Wherever she went, eyes were always on her 
depravity-inciting young body, her long blonde hair and her 
fine-boned, pouty-lipped features. It would have been 
asking too much to expect people not to stare, even though 
June was only twelve years old. For she had that sort of 
body and looks that epitomized everything that was 
considered youthfully beautiful -- and sexy. Her honey-
blonde hair framed a heart-shaped young face that 
invariably turned heads. Her bright blue eyes were large 
and full of innocence, with long dark lashes. She had a 
tiny uptilted nose and a ripe red young mouth that beckoned 
even when she was frowning. Her complexion was very smooth 
and without blemish, slightly tanned and with twin roses in 
her cheeks. To say that June was a beautiful child was 
slightly an understatement. To say that she was 
proportioned altogether too sexily for a twelve year old 
girl was hitting the nail right on the head. She had that 
sort of blonde, youthful, developing allure every man 
dreams of.

	Lazily, she yawned again and laid her golden head 
back down on the pillow. According to the clock on the 
bureau, it was much too early to get ready for school. 
Closing her eyes again, she faded off dreamily into a half-
dozing, half-wakeful state.

	It was during this brief period that daddy came to 
her again.

	Her eyelashes flickered slowly on her drooping 
eyelids. She could see her daddy very clearly now. He was 
holding his massive penis in one hand, lifting it up over 
his mature hair-covered testicles, totally naked except for 
the festooning of his trousers around his ankles. His eyes 
glowed wildly, totally un-daddy-like. Guy Donovan almost 
never looked like that at his daughter -- at any rate not 
that she'd ever noticed -- yet in this half-dream 
hallucination he was standing before her with his penis in 
his hand, some sort of milky droplets glistening in the 
small opening at its peak, his eyes shining with desire.

	Just like in that biology book Ronald showed me, June 
thought with one part of her half-dozing mind. His penis 
seemed quite huge, thick and swollen with blood, and 
covered with a roadmap tracery of throbbing blue veins. The 
dozing girl's nostrils flared, and she felt her heart 
palpitate swiftly, a vein throbbing openly in her smooth 
clear temple. Instinctively her trembling fingers moved 
lightly down over the heaving mounds of her shapely 
breasts, down over her nicely curved belly, then down ... 
into the soft, blonde pubic triangle between her shivering 
legs.

	A soft gurgle rose from her throat as her fingers 
slipped in through the smooth, moist opening of her cuntal 
lips and further still towards her softly in-sucking 
vaginal mouth. June began breathing heavily as she pushed 
her fingers in through the velvet smooth wetness, then 
pulled them out again with an enervating little gasp. Her 
unseeing eyes flew open for a minute and then fluttered 
closed again as her middle finger began to slip faster in 
and out of the warmly seeping slit of her pussy.

	In her mind's eye, daddy became her lover. He came to 
her with his immense penis in his hand, spread her legs 
wide apart, and struggled forward with his hairy legs in 
order to seek entrance in the warm moist opening of what 
Ronald had called her "cunt." For some time now she had 
thought of it as that, although the biology book he'd 
showed her had referred to the opening between her legs as 
her "vagina" and this was what her mother called it as well 
during the nervous session when she had explained to her 
where babies came from.

	But she had known that for so long. Yet somehow she 
hadn't wanted to tell her mother that she knew already -- 
that was how secrets built up. Ronald, her fifteen year old 
cousin who went to Wilmette High School, across the street 
from Niles Township Junior High, had told her all about 
where babies came from long ago. She hadn't believed it at 
first -- how could she possibly believe that her mother 
would let her father do a thing like that? Put his penis 
inside of her mother ... she couldn't believe it at first 
... at first it had seemed too dirty to believe ...

	But gradually the young pre-teen's feelings about 
"sex" had changed and she had come to accept it. Walking 
around, observing people, it occurred to her that everyone 
was the product of that lewd act and that therefore it 
couldn't really be "dirty!" Because if everybody were 
absolutely "clean" with respect to sex, then there wouldn't 
be any people in the world, would there?

	And once her mind and feelings opened toward sex, and 
she had come to accept it as natural, then her curiosity 
escalated as well. Particularly with respect to how it 
would feel for her, herself, once her vagina should ever 
have the chance to clasp a male penis within its hot sexy 
grasp.

	And with all of this spinning through her 
impressionable young mind, June had come to wonder about 
daddy.

	Daddy. Who seemed to keep her mother so blissfully 
happy that she was always singing about the house, when she 
did the dishes, or the washing, or put out the food for 
Brute, their handsome German shepherd, or fixed a meal for 
the whole family ...

	Brute ...

	Her sex-drugged mind conjured up the image of their 
powerful big watchdog. What a good dog Brute was. She could 
remember not so long ago when he was a little puppy what 
fun they used to have scampering about in the little park 
across the alley from the house. What a good, kind dog he 
was. And so affectionate.

	Of course, Brute was very far from being a puppy now. 
Indeed, he had grown so fast she had quite lost track of 
him. Now he was powerful and adult, with a strong masculine 
personality emanating from his handsome canine features. No 
harm could ever come to the family while Brute was around. 
He had a guardian quality about him, forbidding to 
outsiders but friendly and loving for them. He stood guard 
like a sentinel over a museum case full of precious jewels. 
No harm could ever befall the Donovan family while Brute 
was there. He was guardianship personified.

	The dozing girl's fingers moved faster and faster 
through the warm slippery folds of her young cunt, as a 
groan of exquisite joy escaped her parted lips. But how had 
she started thinking of Brute? Daddy was the one she wanted 
to think of. He kept her turned on. Brute could only be a 
distraction. In the year-and-a-half since she had begun 
masturbating, she had thought of almost nothing but daddy, 
even though cousin Ronald had once tried to play with her 
body in a way that she had to confess afterward was pretty 
exciting.

	Not that she had let him, of course. She had slapped 
his hand and indeed carried on very strictly with him. 
Quite angry with his forwardness -- on the surface, at 
least -- she had let him know in no uncertain terms that it 
was shameful and that her father would probably kill him if 
he ever found out, and what a disgrace it was for their 
families, and so on.

	Yet secretly she had felt a terrible illicit 
excitement when Ronald tried to cup his hand over her 
sweater-taut breast. He certainly didn't get much for his 
trouble, mostly just the point of her brassiere, and a 
flare of anger from her. Yet there was this undeniably 
deep, squirmy feeling in her loins afterwards, and her 
breath had come unnaturally hot in the lengthy silence that 
lasted all the way home. What if he had actually tried to -
- had actually gotten his hand under her brassiere and 
managed to feel her heaving young breasts, squeezing those 
firm, full mounds in his strong eager hands? What if his 
fingers had actually touched her swollen nipples? How would 
that have felt?

	There was a sharp intake of breath from the young 
girl on the bed as her fingers now moved with increasing 
urgency within the hot wet folds of her pussy. The nipples 
of her breasts seemed to be tingling with heat, and the 
entire triangle of her loins was fluttering and full of 
butterflies racing around like mad. Her throbbing breasts 
rose and fell irregularly, alive with emotion. She saw her 
daddy, large as life leaning over her, moving down onto her 
open body, grating his dark hairy chest all over her 
heaving breasts and nipples, rubbing her smooth white skin 
with his rougher flesh, breathing hotly into her face, his 
enormous penis sliding forward in ... in through the 
sensitive wet portals of her hotly energized young cunt ... 
plunging forward ... electrifying her hypersensitive little 
clitoris with his touch, massaging it around agonizingly in 
a way that made her beautiful blonde head strain backward, 
her mouth open and echoing sharp, urgent little cries, the 
muscles and veins in her neck standing out, pulsating with 
an as yet unquenched desire, striving for an impossibly 
beautiful orgasm ...

	And then suddenly there was something else!

	Her nostrils flared wider, her breathing came more 
hotly until she was actually panting -- as her mental 
vision of daddy was replaced by Brute!

	Not actually having sex with her, of course. But 
performing with another dog as she had watched him do in 
the park one day last week.

	It all came back to her now as her mind conjured up 
fresh memories in rhythm with her earnestly working fingers 
between her legs. They had gone into the park and there had 
been another sort of dog, a bitch. Some kind of mongrel, 
perhaps mostly terrier. Obviously Brute and the bitch were 
well acquainted. June hadn't been able to tear her eyes 
away as Brute's shining long red penis had slid so smoothly 
from its furry sheath between his legs as he attempted to 
mount the other dog, both of them panting with their wet 
tongues hanging out. So effortlessly had the dog's penis 
slid into the bitch's vagina that there was scarcely any 
positioning to do at all, and then Brute had gone ahead, 
pummeling the other dog for all she was worth, panting like 
crazy as his forepaws held him hunched obscenely over her 
back.

	June had felt her own breath coming very fast 
watching them, her loins warming inexplicably. She had 
never seen or imagined Brute as a sexual being before, and 
it came as something of a shock to see him engaging in such 
a highly-charged, passionate enterprise, although afterward 
she had wondered at her own surprise. Sex was after all the 
way of the world, and the system through which new dogs and 
new people were produced. To discover that her beloved 
Brute could engage so enthusiastically in such practice 
should not have taken her breath away so.

	Yet it had, undeniably. She had watched right through 
to completion, her mouth holding helplessly slack and 
unable to speak the loose leash in her hand hanging limply 
to the ground.

	And then she had noticed something else, she 
remembered now -- Brute's beautiful brown eyes were 
fastened upon hers!

	But why had that taken her aback so? Was there 
anything unnatural in that? She was his mistress, so 
naturally he gazed at her, even while having sex with 
another dog.

	June groaned in her deepening dream of lust, her 
middle finger moving swiftly in and out of the moistly 
sucking passage of her cunt. She had started off thinking 
of her handsome daddy who kept mother so happy with his 
manly ways, but now she was thinking of Brute, their sleek 
dark German shepherd. Thinking of what he had done to that 
female dog in the park across from their house ... his hips 
moving relentlessly back and forth ... his soft brown eyes 
fastened upon her as his burning red penis disappeared into 
the other dog, then came out again, sleek and glistening, 
out to its full thick length ... but all at such a furious 
pace that it took her breath away ... and she had gulped 
and imagined ... but no! ... and then the tingling ... that 
fierce, mindless tickle in her loins ... with Brute panting 
away ...

	"Oooooooooohhh, Brute ..." she found herself 
whispering huskily, her fingers moving in and out with 
increasing speed. And then it was her handsome daddy again, 
moving in and out between her legs, his hungry mouth 
clamped down on hers, kissing her soft succulent lips 
demandingly ... his hips working in a mad rhythm ... and 
then ... then ...

	"Ooooohhhhhhh ... AH! Honeeeeeeeey!" June twisted and 
turned on the bed as if in the grip of some obscene, soul-
destroying torture. A wave of feeling combining aching 
pleasure with the sheerest agony washed through her 
shivering body from toenails to hair ends, momentarily 
convulsing her hot young flesh and making her cry out as if 
fighting off an invisible attacker, her hand continuing to 
work furiously within the burning hot confines of her 
churning young cunt. And then there was one long, endlessly 
drawn-out groan from her parched young lips, and a cascade 
of perspiration exposed itself on her smooth young skin, 
joining a post-climactic rash which had traveled swiftly up 
her arms and right to the base of her throat. She groaned, 
moaned and whined, her voice fading away little by little 
as she managed only slowly to loosen herself from the 
blinding outswell of her dream-induced orgasm. It was some 
time before her eyes opened again and she found herself 
staring at the ceiling, her body awash with perspiration, 
her lovely face flushed and warm, her thighs weak and 
trembling. Her loins felt as if they were lying in the 
sunshine of a warmish summer afternoon, quiet and content 
with a small surfeit of remaining pleasure echoing softly 
through the confines of her thighs.

	"Oh, gosh," she breathed huskily, gulping as the 
force of her orgasm brought her fully awake. She tried to 
remember what it was that she had been thinking of in 
connection with Brute, but now somehow it seemed to escape 
her. Something about the two dogs in the park ...

	That was right. She remembered now. But why had she 
thought of Brute while she was making love to herself? 
Almost always she thought only of daddy. He was so worldly 
and mature and handsome, with gleaming teeth in a big 
smile, thick curly black hair that always looked glossy and 
wet, broad shoulders, long legs and narrow hips, and an 
immense chest full of wiry black hairs. Daddy put the 
little boys in school to shame. He was such a man!

	But gosh if he ever found out that she thought such 
things about him, there would be the devil to pay!

	She cupped her, rounded young breasts softly in her 
hands and knocked away the sheet, sitting up so that she 
could look at herself in the mirror over her dresser, her 
long blonde hair falling away in back of her.

	If daddy ever saw her like this, she'd bet that he'd 
want her as much as she always wanted him in her dreams. 
Ah, but what was the use of dreaming! Was it her fault that 
she was so sexed up? No, if cousin Ronald hadn't started 
her thinking about it, she probably would never have 
started playing with herself and thinking about daddy. So 
it really wasn't her fault.

	But on the other hand, what could she do about it? 
Was there no way to turn back the tide, turn the clock 
around and go back to her former innocence, when she would 
never have dreamed of playing with herself?

	No, it was useless. But why had she been thinking of 
Brute?

	And the way she had been thinking of him ... no, it 
didn't bear thinking about. She swung her long slender legs 
over the side of the bed, jumped up and started getting 
ready for school.

	June had an elaborate ritual that she followed when 
getting ready for school, and not a small part of it was 
snatching glimpses of herself in the numerous mirrors that 
she had placed strategically about the room. She had such 
perfectly shaped breasts, she thought all the girls at 
school were jealous of her -- and she never tired of 
glancing at them, watching them jiggle sexily as she moved, 
nothing their clever uplift and voluptuous firmness, and 
the way her strawberry-hued nipples would harden and lift 
in the merest breeze. Then there were her shapely hourglass 
hips beneath an almost non-existent waist with the flattest 
of tummies, and the long, smooth legs which she kept 
hairless by sneaking off with mommy's little razor every so 
often. She also had a bit of golden fleece in her armpits, 
but this was easily taken care of, too. All her hair was 
golden and very fine. It didn't grow fast enough to warrant 
shaving or cutting very often, and probably she needn't 
have bothered,

	Still, she liked to look and feel nice and clean.

	The twelve year old vamp also glanced at her curly 
blonde pubic hair in the mirrors as she paraded around the 
bedroom getting organized. She was often put out because it 
seemed to her the hair in her golden triangle was 
altogether too sparse.  Her mother's, for example, was very 
thick and curly -- a bright russet color.  She knew that 
was what the hair on a girl's pussy was supposed to be 
like.  Somehow it didn't seem normal for hers to be so 
wispy, indeed almost bare, when she was so perfect in every 
respect.

	Well, anyway, that probably wouldn't be so important 
for her until she was older and ready to marry.  And even 
then perhaps she would find a boy who would be tolerant of 
this imperfection.

	Or would she ever marry! The thought of actually 
having a baby sent shivers down her spine.  She didn't want 
to leave daddy; she would always love him no matter what. 
If only he could see that and make up his mind that they 
should stay together for ever and ever.

	But it was useless; he scarcely noticed her. Even the 
other evening, when she had tried to sit on his lap and 
snuggle up to him when mother was occupied in the kitchen, 
he had shoved her angrily off his lap before she even had a 
chance to ascertain the quality of his sex equipment. It 
didn't seem fair somehow; she so adored him, and he 
scarcely noticed her.

	Well, that was life. June glanced at the clock. It 
was time to put a little speed on if she was going to make 
school in time for her first class.

	

	Chapter 2

	If June only knew. For, at this very moment, Guy 
Donovan was indeed thinking of his young daughter very 
affectionately with love in his heart -- as his long thick 
cock slid in and out of his red-haired wife's hotly 
grasping vagina.

	"Guy! Oh Guy!" Dora Donovan gasped, working her hips 
desperately in order to milk his enormous blood-bloated rod 
of flesh of every last thrill and every last drop of 
scalding hot sperm. For even though Dora had been on the 
pill for years, she still delighted and felt an exquisite 
thrill when she felt that lust-heated semen squirting up 
inside of her. And now she wanted it more than ever -- 
because there was a terrible fear in her chest that she was 
losing her husband.

	It was nothing that she could put her finger on 
exactly; it was just that, for the last several months, he 
had been increasingly preoccupied and distracted when they 
were making love. As if he were thinking of someone else. 
They had always made love with the lights on, so that they 
could see each other's bodies moving, his shining penis 
slicking in and out through the caressingly passion-
drenched folds of her yearning, burning cunt, in the 
mirrors that surrounded them on the walls at all sides. 
That was a part of their excitement, watching themselves 
fuck each other like this, in whatever position it was they 
were doing in -- Viking ship, sixty-nine, or whatever. When 
she sucked on Guy's magnificent cock, she also liked to 
glance into one of the mirrors to watch herself. Often he 
would be probing his fingers into the warm, moist slit of 
her pussy while she sucked so lovingly on the rigid warmth 
of his desire-thickened penis. Gently, he would stroke the 
hot tingling lips of her vagina, and this would drive her 
wild, until she could hardly feel his cum come squirting 
out to flood deliciously against the back of her throat. 
Then too, she liked to watch when he licked and nibbled at 
the fiercely sensitive outskirts of her burning cunt, 
sliding his tongue snakelike deeply into her clasping 
vagina, in order to draw ecstatic little gasps from her 
hoarsely struggling throat. All this mirror-watching was a 
fiercely erotic part of their love-making and had lent 
tremendously to their mutual excitement all through the 
years. They could watch themselves, no matter what their 
position was or what they were doing.

	But no more.

	For recently, Guy had taken to preferring making love 
in the dark, and Dora knew what this meant. The fact that 
her husband now yearned for darkness was a sure sign to her 
that he probably wanted to imagine he was making love to 
someone else.

	Not that there was any other indication of his 
straying interest. Occasionally she thought she had caught 
a word through his passionate gasps -- perhaps a part of a 
girl's name -- but it was impossible to link those 
disjointed sounds with any illicit infatuation on Guy's 
part. It was all too unclear and imprecise.

	Pushing these tormenting thoughts from her mind, the 
lewdly skewered wife worked her hips around and groaned, 
feeling the enormity of her husband's penis sliding so 
achingly in and out of her burning vagina. It was like 
being dredged with an earth-mover when Guy was inside of 
her, his cock was so huge and dominating. It had always 
been like this, and that was part of the reason she had 
loved him and been so passionately devoted to him all of 
her life. Even when he was only seventeen, his penis had 
seemed so huge to her, with all those rough, vagina-
rippling little ridges, that it had immediately dominated 
her every thought and consideration for the future.

	Dora had never regretted her decision to devote 
herself wholely to making Guy Donovan happy. He had proved 
to be a husband and lover without equal, and her loins 
still ached from time to time, at the most peculiar of 
moments, when she thought of her handsome, dynamic and 
cunt-pleasingly hung husband. She might just be lingering 
over the kitchen sink washing dishes and daydreaming 
aimlessly, and her mouth would water and her loins begin to 
chum thinking of the wonderful fucking he had given her 
that morning or the night before. To live as his slave 
forever was surely the highest ambition she could have.

	And then this. This terrible suspicion that he was 
closing his eyes and thinking of someone else as he fucked 
her, or when she sucked on his cock, was just too much to 
bear.

	Why did this nagging suspicion persist so strongly, 
though? What other substantiation for it was there, besides 
her own intuitive feminine suspicion? Guy's performance was 
as adequate as ever, even though he closed his eyes more 
and occasionally mumbled a name that she scarcely caught. 
Or was it a name? Perhaps it was merely an obscenity 
breaking from his lips from time to time in appreciation of 
the way her loins were moving beneath him and around him.

	Her suspicions were spoiling her enjoyment of sex. 
Several times recently, she had found herself straining 
more desperately than was normal for her orgasm and, 
indeed, for the last month, had missed several of them. She 
was becoming increasingly frustrated, at an age when any 
normal woman is more hypersexed than ever. And, if she 
didn't make it this morning, she didn't know what she was 
going to do.

	Trying to elaborate her excitement, the troubled 
housewife thought back to the first time she and Guy had 
ever made love. She had been just fourteen then and 
obsessed with curiosity about sex, despite her puritan 
upbringing. Guy had been just seventeen but already known 
as a slick operator about school. Rumor was that he had 
bedded almost the entire female half of the junior class 
with the masterful domination of his sexual technique, and 
that his penis was of appreciable size and quality.

	Naturally, talk like this had only served to 
titillate her, when she should have been afraid and 
cautious about him. So that, when the older student asked 
her for a date, she had responded affirmatively with almost 
bubbling eagerness, her heart racing frantically in her 
fulsome young chest.

	True to his reputation of being "fast," he slid his 
hand inside her brassiere with almost their first drawn-out 
passionate kiss. While his tongue fucked her gasping hot 
mouth, his fingers were suddenly grasping her nakedly 
stiffening nipple and the firm but resilient flesh of her 
tender young breast. Not wanting to give up his masterful, 
loin-drenching kiss, she didn't struggle overly to get rid 
of his gently squeezing hand. And then when he started 
pinching her throbbing nipple between thumb and forefinger, 
she became too aroused to do anything at all about this 
fiercely erotic fondling. Finally, he unfastened her 
brassiere and inclined his head, taking one of her bursting 
hot nipples into his mouth and much of her surrounding 
sensitive breast tissue as well, sucking hungrily on the 
virginal mounds rising and falling with increasing passion 
beneath his lips. The tickling of his tongue as it batted 
her nipple back and forth brought it up quickly to a loin-
tingling hardness, and shivering little thrills seemed to 
pass in waves up the young girl's thighs, searing through 
her loins and belly, finally pouring like molten lava into 
the lust-infused roundness of her sensitive young breasts. 
So preoccupied did she become that she scarcely noticed it 
when one of his hands slipped up under her skirt as well, 
madly caressing her smooth cream-white thighs.

	"No-oh, Guy, no!" she protested, sensing that she 
might not be able to hold him back in time.

	But his hands had kept stroking her relentlessly, 
roving the full length of her aroused teenage body, over 
her crazily quivering stomach and on down to the nylon 
covered softness of her throbbing pubic triangle. Then he 
began stroking her there, lewdly insinuating his middle 
finger up under the tight elastic legband of her white 
nylon panties and into the moist virginal split of her 
pussy. This started an aching, yearning sensation that was 
totally unlike any other feeling the young redhead had ever 
known before in her young life. In reality, she knew of 
nothing to compare it with. Her mother had always severely 
forbidden masturbation and filled her pretty young head 
with terrible stories of what might happen if she practiced 
it -- a slew of pimples on her face, a glint in her eyes 
that would be readily detectable by the most casual 
observer, perhaps even madness.

	Dora struggled and protested fairly strongly against 
her ardent date's searching fingers, though with 
increasingly weaker resolve, as she squirmed around on the 
car seat beneath his maddening caresses.

	"No, no Guy, not now. Oh please don't," she gasped 
excitedly into his ear.

	Which only served to spur him on! Apparently paying 
no attention to her pleas, suddenly he was working with the 
crotch of his Levi's, and then there was a metallic rasp as 
he drew his zipper down. Then, with equal suddenness, there 
was a warm blunt pressure against the top of her thigh. She 
gasped. Dora had never seen or felt a man's penis before, 
and the muscles of her body contracted violently as she now 
felt its soft muscular heat against the smooth naked flesh 
of her upper leg.

	She was about to pull away, despite her curiosity, 
but then, suddenly, his fingers were probing again between 
her legs, moving deeper under her panties and wetly upward 
through the passion-slick confines of her churning vagina. 
This sent a shock of pleasure rippling through her loins 
which had no counterpart in living memory. The electric 
quality of that feeling fairly froze the young virgin to 
the car seat. She could not move for the moment as ecstatic 
pleasure raced around inside her inexperienced twelve year 
old body.

	Guy took this to mean that he could have his way with 
his date, and immediately pursued further. Taking her 
slender little hand, he placed it over his obscenely 
revealed cock and forced her fingers to wrap around it. She 
clenched it tight out of instinct, hearing his answering 
groan of pleasure as she imparted an affectionate little 
squeeze to it, his groan mingling with her own little 
ecstatic gasps of joy. She had never expected it to be so 
enormous. It seemed as if her fingers could barely go 
around it. Without thinking, she began to massage the thick 
outer skin back and forth, up and down over the muscular 
young shaft.

	Nothing else in the world had ever felt so nice or so 
complete. Now, with her panty leg band stretched uselessly 
over the back of his hand, he was digging his middle finger 
deep into her wide-splayed cunt, which was wet from the 
juices seeping so excitedly from its parted lips. He was 
stretching the tiny ring of her still-intact hymen so that 
she was almost afraid that he might split it and 
technically put an end to her virginity on the spot -- but 
there was nothing she seemed capable of doing about it. The 
thrills he was giving her raced too wildly through her 
excited young body for her to attempt anything but the most 
feeble resistance. Dora relaxed her inner thighs in order 
to give him greater access to her open pussy, and, at the 
same time, increased the speed of her own hand fondling his 
desire-hardened cock. With each gentle pull, she could feel 
Guy's cock jerking upward toward a greater hardness than 
she would ever have dreamed possible. God, would he try to 
thrust it up between her legs, she wondered?

	Then, suddenly, Guy tried to roll over on top of her, 
and, prudence at last taking firm hold on her morally 
straying mind, she managed, willy-nilly, to resist. 
Clamping her thighs tightly together, she trapped his rock-
hard penis warmly between them on the outside of her 
panties. Guy struggled like a madman to lift up and get the 
hot rubbery tip lodged into the opening of her wetly 
throbbing vagina, but she struggled with all her strength 
against him -- inadvertently, at the same time, tightening 
her grip on his straining young cock. Then, just as he 
forced the head of his instrument underneath the 
restricting leg band of her panties, its wildly pulsating 
nose poised between the splayed-open lips of her cunt, she 
felt a hot, thick stream of liquid come spurting out of it, 
drenching her pubic hair with his warm sticky sperm. It 
covered the insides of her thighs and dripped wetly down 
between her legs to moisten the car seat beneath her 
trembling and still pantied buttocks. Then Guy had emitted 
a final orgasmic groan and collapsed across her heaving 
breasts.

	Dora hadn't let the terror of the junior class fuck 
her that first time, but, God, when she did, it was so 
great! She had never regretted her initial rejection of 
Guy's first advances, for this had served to work him up to 
a fever pitch and win him for her in the long run 
Eventually, he became so wild to get between her legs, he 
would have done anything to get her ... even marry her, as 
he did.

	And now, lying beneath her husband of nearly thirteen 
years, she was using these exciting scenes from the early 
days of their courtship to work her loins up to an 
excruciating peak from which she could not fail to tumble 
headlong into another of her many Guy-inspired orgasms that 
she had come to know and love and be devoted to over the 
long years of their married life.

	But then again, the interfering thought ... who was 
he thinking of? With his eyes closed and that endless, 
unintelligible murmuring which might be obscene, but which 
might not be? Who was her beloved husband thinking of these 
days when he fucked her?

	Dora gasped and shut her eyes. She had almost been 
there, but her suspicions were destroying it for her. It 
wasn't fair. Why was she cursed so? Why did human beings 
have such complex minds and emotions that such small 
distractions could interfere with their most basic -- and 
base -- desires?

	The unhappy redhead sighed and groaned. Her vaginal 
walls clung hungrily to her husband's swiftly moving cock, 
and her nostrils were still flaring, but she had become too 
distracted and couldn't concentrate now on achieving her 
so-longed-for climax.

	Why couldn't life be simpler? Other animals than man 
didn't suffer from these complexities. Take Brute, for 
example, their handsome German shepherd.

	She was certain that Brute was never thinking of 
anything else when he had sexual intercourse with one of 
the many bitches in the neighborhood who continually sought 
him out. Brute was never bothered with jealousy, was never 
limited to a single bitch, and so on.

	She could remember several weeks ago watching him out 
the window when he had fucked that Dalmatian from down the 
block. How the Dalmatian had stood there, apparently 
unmoved, her tongue lolling out of its spotted head, while 
Brute screwed her furiously, his great haunches jerking 
powerfully, his forelegs gripping snugly about the other 
dog's shoulders, his longish red tongue hanging out of his 
mouth, wet and dripping with thick saliva, his slick red 
penis sliding lewdly in and out of the other dog's body to 
an alarming length.

	That was one of the few times Dora had ever paid much 
attention to Brute's sexual proclivities. She had known 
that he tended to be somewhat rambunctious around the 
neighborhood, and not a few people had complained; but, 
after all, it was nothing much to make a fuss over. Dogs, 
after all, would be dogs.

	But that particular morning she had been left 
peculiarly frustrated from Guy's furious, hyper-fast 
fucking, which he had excused on the grounds that he was 
late for work. Consequently, her loins were still swarming 
with desire as she watched Brute mount the female Dalmatian 
.

	And what a splendid beast he was! She could scarcely 
believe the length and thickness of his dog's penis as it 
escaped from the soft furry covering beneath its belly. 
Somehow she had always imagined that dogs had very tiny 
penises. Brute's certainly had always seemed normal -- 
although, obviously, when he was aroused, it became 
anything but that. She had been quite taken aback, and, 
remembering rightly, her breath had whooshed out of her 
lungs as she gaped in amazement at the furious quality of 
Brute's fucking.

	Was it only her imagination that his eyes seemed to 
fasten on her as well, as he moved in that savage sexual 
embrace? Those big beautiful brown eyes with their long 
dark lashes?

	And she could remember how she had blushed meeting 
his gaze, innocent as that meeting was, as she found 
herself wondering somewhat obscenely what that longish 
tongue of his might feel like if it ever approached her 
tender pussy flesh the way Guy's occasionally did ...

	"OH! OH! OH MY GOD! BRUTE! GUY!"

	What was that? Had she mentioned Brute's name? Well, 
it really didn't matter. All that mattered was that, as she 
closed her eyes and imagined Brute mounting the Dalmatian, 
Guy's fucking her became all the more excruciatingly 
lovely. She could feel every last blood-filled ridge of his 
masterful cock pumping into her joyously clenching vagina, 
drawing the folds of her pussy with it in ecstatic 
surrender. Everything seemed so wonderful ... and wonderful 
... Brute furiously fucking the other dog, his beautiful 
eyes on her ... Guy's thick lust-engorged rod of flesh 
dredging her loins so burningly ... and then she was THERE!

	THERE!

	"Brute ... oh darling ... darling ... no, Guy ... oh 
... oh, oh ... OH!"

	Guy continued to pump her ravagingly, his penis 
twisting this way and that, bumping savagely at her 
sensitive little clitoris. His hands gripped her firmly 
mounded breasts and squeezed them without mercy, his face 
and neck straining toward his own orgasm.

	At the same time, Guy Donovan was struggling to get 
his daughter June out of his mind. Only twelve years old 
and already driving him crazy! He had become obsessed with 
her young buxom blonde beauty. Once the lights were out, he 
saw her continuously as he made love to Dora. He cursed 
himself for it, but he couldn't help himself. The way she 
paraded around the house, that cock-teasing walk of hers 
... her long blonde hair ... the occasional glimpses of her 
naked breasts as she ran from bathroom to bedroom, breasts 
just waiting to be touched and suckled ... everything 
combined to make his daughter the central figure of his 
sensuous thoughts.

	Guy gasped as Dora's warm wet vaginal walls slid over 
his desire-swollen rigidity like melted butter. This was 
June's cunt, June's beautiful blonde vagina, caressing and 
kissing his urgently pummeling cock ... His head fell 
loosely forward and back, like the head of a puppet, as his 
loins buffeted forward and his thick rock-hard cock speared 
his wife without mercy. He could hear her whimpers of 
approaching climax as they seemed to be June's. His penis 
raced up between her trembling legs like a fast whirring 
drill boring through the depths of the earth, battering and 
smashing all before it in great waves of warm moist flesh, 
his pelvis smacking into her and flattening her upraised 
buttocks with a hard, sharp slap that reverberated through 
the bedroom like a flat-handed blow across the cheek

	He reached forward with both hands and grasped her 
shoulders, pulling her whole body tightly against him. His 
thick hard cock had sunk to its fullest length in her 
quivering white belly, and she could feel the hardness of 
its caplike head pressed snugly against the sensitive end 
of her cervix deep inside.

	Dora shuddered through her first shattering orgasm, 
groaning all the while and hung onto her husband as she 
began working toward a second. Somehow, she realized, 
thinking of Brute fucking the Dalmatian had distracted her 
from her other morbid thoughts and left her free to work 
upward toward an overwhelming fulfilling climax. She held 
the handsome German shepherd strongly in her mind's eye as 
she continued to work her pelvis all around her husband's 
pummeling hard cock-thrusts.

	She felt his hands slide down to the rounded curves 
of her hips as he began a slow, teasing rotation of his 
rigid cock deep inside her spasming womb. Her muffled sobs 
of delight mingled huskily with his passionate gasps while 
his hands ran down the fullness of her quivering breasts. 
Then he began shifting to a series of hard, cruel thrusts, 
the fluted pink flanges of protective flesh around her cunt 
drawing back with each out-stroke, then being swallowed 
inside again as Guy thrust forward into her open cunt with 
a powerful in-and out rhythm. Squeezing all around her soft 
jiggling buttocks, his fingers dug cruelly into her 
cringing little puckered anus, then clasped her hips and 
pulled her back over his bursting cock while he continued 
to skewer and ram her with increasing abandon.

	His body was now a ball of sheer uncontrolled lust 
unleashing itself completely against the squirming, tender 
twelve year old blonde daughter beneath him in his 
imagination. He could feel his heated cock growing thicker 
and thicker in her belly as he ground his bloated penis 
savagely into her with a wave of tremulous delight 
flickering across his lust-contorted features. He had never 
had anything as tender and young as his lovely blonde 
daughter before, so helpless beneath his rippling urgency -
- not even Dora had felt so good at that age. His penis 
inflated and burned as it never had before. He was almost 
there now, almost there, and he continued to ram her 
eagerly with long hard strokes. He had to end it before he 
went insane.

	Dora's whimpers stretched into a long, low continuous 
whine that filled the master bedroom like a distant siren. 
Through the dim haze of her tortured mind, she watched 
Brute racing across an open field, his great furry coat 
rippling so sleek in the bright summer sunshine, his 
handsome canine features full of life and excitement. 
Inside her, Guy's penis felt as if it were expanding wildly 
and that his rampaging instrument might split her 
ecstatically in two. Oh yes ... yes ... he was going to cum 
in her ... her wonderful lover ... Brute's face ... Sobs 
began to rack her passion-drenched flesh, her voluptuous 
body shivering all over. Then, as her warm wet vaginal 
muscles clamped snugly around Guy's hard-driving cock, her 
husband suddenly threw back his head and let out a 
ferocious cry, his pelvis shaking volcanically as his lewd 
hot sperm shot deep into Dora's wide-swept vaginal passage. 
She groaned in helpless submission, working her cuntal 
muscles furiously in order to climax again before he became 
soft. Spurt after spurt of fiery liquid sperm he emptied 
into her, filling her womb and belly to the very bursting 
point.

	"Oh God! Beautiful!" she whined as she felt it 
ricocheting around in a warm wet pool far up inside her 
vagina. All that lovely lust-quenching semen being squirted 
into her felt so warm and heavenly ., .

	Brute ... she thought. Brute ... Working her 
undulating muscles up and down around Guy's swiftly 
depleted rod of flesh, struggling for yet another really 
magnificent orgasm, she knew already that it was too late -
- that pussy-satisfying hardness was gone, and the only 
vision left in her beautiful head was Brute's face, 
laughing at her.

	She flung her arm up over her head, sobbing out 
bitter tears of frustration. How was it that she had so 
suddenly forgotten her preoccupation with Guy's supposed 
infidelity ... so suddenly become so hypersexed that one 
orgasm was not enough for her, after so many weeks of utter 
frustration?

	And, why did she keep seeing her dog's face?

	

	Chapter 3

	School hadn't gone so well for her that day, twelve 
year old June reflected, walking home in the late afternoon 
down Isabella Street.

	Not a small part of her discontent could be 
attributed to the lascivious sexual scene she had overheard 
from her parents' bedroom that morning as she made her way 
down the hall to the bathroom.

	Of course, she accepted the fact that her parents had 
sex together. Still, it was especially disturbing to her to 
overhear her mother's delighted gasps and moans and her 
father's panting groans as he fucked his wife. There was 
her jealousy, for one thing, and then there was the fact 
that her masturbation fantasies concerning her father were 
increasingly dissatisfactory in erotic content. No, her 
fingers were no longer enough, she thought gloomily. She 
was really hopelessly drugged on this sex thing, and she 
needed more!

	At times she dreaded to consider just what that might 
mean in real terms. She had glimpsed her father's penis 
several times while growing up, and she remembered it very 
distinctly as something huge, masterful and fearsome. There 
was its thickness, for one thing -- even at rest, it always 
appeared bloated and fat, traced all over and around with 
pulsating blue veins, hanging curved and dangerous looking 
above testicles which, she was convinced, might be very 
bruising on her tender young buttocks if they ever ...

	Well, but that was all conjecture. Nothing like that 
could ever happen between herself and her daddy. It was 
taboo, and she would never know where to begin to approach 
him. He probably regarded her as an obnoxious little brat 
anyway.

	June sighed and continued walking. She shook some 
length of golden hair out of her eyes and blew it off to 
the side, looking at the ground. It was a beautiful day in 
Wilmette, with the spring sunshine in full array after 
several days of rain. There was a scent of heady sensuality 
in the air, common to the first nice days of spring. She 
could feel her loins tingling irrelevantly, out of control. 
She would have willed it to stop if she could, but it was 
hopeless. There was nothing she could do except move along, 
head down and helpless beneath this spring-induced churning 
sensation which had so flooded her loins with the warm 
sticky sweetness of sexual arousal.

	Overhearing her parent's morning fuck had really made 
her jealous, so much so that she was scarcely able to 
concentrate on another thing as she prepared her toilette. 
It was all she could do to put those sounds of rampant 
bestial sensuality out of her mind during the interminable 
school day which followed. She'd thought of them together, 
her breath coming very fast, as she prepared her own 
breakfast, then lovingly set a place for her dad, then set 
out the various breakfast items so that Mom would be ready 
to prepare it the moment she appeared in the kitchen that 
morning, dressed and perfumed from her hot sexual scene 
with Daddy.

	The young blonde had tried reading the morning paper 
for a little while, but not to very good effect. The 
trouble was she couldn't concentrate, because she kept 
seeing them, locked in a flaming sexual embrace, Daddy with 
his enormous red penis sliding in and out of her mother's 
burning cunt, gleaming with the moisture of her inner 
softness. And then, of course, her jealousy increased and 
she thought of it again -- it was a vicious circle. It made 
her jealous, and when she became jealous she thought of it, 
which made her still more jealous. That awful scene of her 
mother and father rutting like two animals in the wilds of 
their large round bed.

	These were the thoughts which had dominated the 
impressionable adolescent's entire day. She'd been nervous 
and apprehensive of showing anything when her parents 
finally came down to breakfast, and then after that she 
thought about them all day long and of what it must be like 
to be -- she didn't want to use that naughty word cousin 
Ronald had taught her, but she couldn't help it -- to be 
fucked by her handsome and masculine daddy.

	Not that she had shown anything, of course. "Morning, 
kitten," her dad had said when he came into the breakfast 
room, kissing her lightly on the cheek. She had been afraid 
to answer because her throat felt all choked up, but she 
had smiled as best she could And then he had ruffled the 
morning paper she had set out by his place, harumphed and 
began reading.

	But what could she do? Now? What could she do now?

	Originally, masturbation had seemed to be the answer, 
but now it scarcely satisfied her any more. She needed 
more, something, anything that would quench this insatiable 
need in her hyper-aware young loins. But what would it be? 
An actual boy's penis sliding in and out between her 
widespread legs?

	Her breath whooshed with desire, even as she thought 
of it. But wouldn't that be heavenly, if she did actually 
get a real penis inside of her -- all nice and thick and 
hard ...

	That was the problem again. For, coupled with her 
urgent pubescent desire, there was also a vague, hopelessly 
shapeless fear that real intercourse with a real penis 
would rip her tender virginal pussy to bloody shreds. If 
all men's things were like daddy's and she had no reason to 
believe they weren't -- how could they possibly fit into 
the small, tender opening which existed down there between 
her smooth young legs within that quiet little "vee" of 
sparse blonde pubic hair?

	No, it was unthinkable. Real sex with a real man 
would probably kill her.

	But, on the other hand, what other choice was there? 
What other choice did she want!?

	Disconsolate, it seemed as if very few choices were 
open to her at her tender age. And she couldn't exactly 
confide in her mother about the terrible shameless desires 
which whirled around inside of her pretty little head and 
tingling belly when she lay in bed at night thinking of 
Daddy. That was also unthinkable. Secrets built up quickly. 
She could no longer discuss her most personal problems with 
her mother, who had always been her very best friend. It 
was all too difficult.

	So, it seemed that, all day long, the troubled young 
pre-teen had been confronted by a series of frightening and 
insoluble choices that left her brain only a mass of 
hopeless confusion. How could she possibly sort it all out? 
From first to last, her preoccupation with her new sexual 
difficulty had distracted her from doing anything useful in 
school, and there had been some clashes with teachers who 
accused her of not paying attention. What was the answer?

	"Hi."

	June looked around. It was her fifteen year old 
cousin Ronald. He also lived on Isabella Street, but he 
usually came home a different way, after playing basketball 
all afternoon in the courtyard at St. Ludmilla's church. 
Ronald was a tall, lanky boy with a shock of almost white-
blond hair and a kind of stupid smile which only served to 
exaggerate the crookedness of his teeth and the curiously 
unshaven straggling hairs on his young jawline. Though a 
lot of girls regarded Ronald as interesting, June thought 
of him as somewhere between a caterpillar and a worm, when 
placed next to her Dad, who was everything any girl could 
ever dream of with respect to masculinity.

	"Hi," she said lamely, kicking up a patch of dust in 
someone's front lawn as they passed their house, the 
family's great Dane kicking up his usual terrific fuss as 
the two youngsters went by.

	Ronald threw a stone at the great Dane and brushed 
his blond cowlick back up over his forehead. He was always 
doing that, June thought with impatience. Wouldn't he ever 
grow up?

	"Walk you home?" he said.

	"Of course." That was stupid; of course he could walk 
her home. They were only a few blocks away now.

	"Have a nice day in school?" he asked.

	"Mmmm. Sure. A wow." She tossed her honey-blonde hair 
back out of her eyes and stood up a little straighter, so 
that her breasts would tilt up at a more inviting angle. 
Ronald might not be the most appealing individual in the 
world, but he was still male and June had some vanity about 
the unusual early development of her widely spaced breasts. 
She passed her hand down over her hips and organized the 
enticing sway of her walk.

	"Sounds like you didn't have such a great time. 
You'll like high school a lot better." His eyes feasted 
hungrily on his younger cousin, and she wondered if she 
detected a telltale bulge in the front of his trousers. He 
seemed to be walking rather stiffly, she thought with a 
certain vain satisfaction as he continued talking. "There's 
a lot more to do in high school. You're too grown up for 
girls your age." He winked at her.

	"How do you mean that?" June asked coquettishly, 
knowing very well how he meant that.

	He grinned, and the grin became a leer. "You know, 
June ... 'cause you've got tits."

	She bit down on her lip as if she were angry, but the 
butterflies had started up again in her loins. "Ronald 
Kilgoor! Don't you dare say a thing like that! You should 
be ashamed of yourself!"

	He only grinned and tossed his cowlick back out of 
his eyes again. Then he didn't say anything else for a long 
time. Finally he asked her, "You wanna go into the park?"

	She looked at him suspiciously. "And do what?"

	He shrugged. "Go on the swing. What else you got to 
do?"

	It was true she didn't have much homework, and it was 
such a nice day there was no point in going in. Anyway, 
Daddy wouldn't be home for hours and she didn't feel like 
hanging around the house without him. There didn't seem 
much harm in going into the park with Ronald. Most of it 
was pretty open -- except for the circle of bushes known as 
"Shakespeare's Grave" for some obscure reason. There wasn't 
much chance he'd try anything funny

	So they just kept walking down Railway Road until 
they came to the park in back of the Donovan house and the 
other houses that ran around the block on Isabella Street 
and Cardinal Drive. Then they went up to the swings and 
dropped their books in the grass.

	The little park, sometimes known as Railway Park 
because it had been deeded to the city by the now defunct 
North Short Railroad about a million years ago, contained 
about a half dozen baby swings and grown-up swings, a 
sandbox and a lot of trees and bushes. On nice summer 
Sundays, her father played baseball in one part of it with 
some of his friends or football occasionally in indifferent 
weather. Now June selected one of the big swings and 
sashayed her panty-clad ass-cheeks up onto the wooden seat.

	"All right," she said. "You can push me now."

	And he did. She felt his warm, eager hands almost 
caressing her tight young buttocks as he shoved her 
forward, each time a little higher into the air. She could 
feel the cool breeze blowing so sweetly on her exposed 
loins as her skirt opened wide and flared up embarrassingly 
over her tiny waist. She wanted to tell her cousin not to 
push her so hard, but the combined effect of his hands 
buffeting her hips and the wind whistling into her panty-
covered loins was so exhilarating that, for a moment, she 
couldn't get her voice. She looked down at her lush young 
body as it swung outward in an arc over the grassy ground 
below. Her skirt had come up completely and her thin white 
nylon panties were in full view now, complete to the 
slightest wisp of blonde pubic hair curling from underneath 
one narrow elastic leg band. Through the apex of her 
panties could be made out unmistakably the shadows of other 
sparse blonde hairs crowding together over her softly 
nestling vaginal slit. June blushed right from her hairline 
all the way down to her toes. All the houses that looked 
out onto the park! And what if someone should come walking 
down the street or through the park!

	"Ronald! Please! Let me down! Stop!"

	But his bold hands on her shapely twelve year old 
buttocks had now taken to fondling them, and June's sex-
hungry loins were beginning to respond -- all too much. Her 
entire cuntal region seemed to be glowing like a piece of 
iron on a hot forge. In a sense, she was afraid her loins 
might suddenly burst upward through her belly and out her 
throat as a ball of fire, the feeling was so extremely 
excruciating, agonizing, and she didn't feel as if she 
could stand it a second longer.

	But that squeezing and gripping by her cousin's 
demanding hands was gradually weakening her ability to 
protest. She closed her eyes and let the wind waft between 
her open legs, right up through her white nylon panties and 
into her love-starved pubescent pussy. This was ecstasy. 
Her buttocks, her loins, her tingling belly, everything 
down there seemed to be alive as if filled with 
electricity. She couldn't remember anything so delicious 
ever happening to her before. The combination of flight 
with fondling was exciting beyond anything she could have 
expected.

	"Please ..." she begged feebly as she came down 
again, "let me down ..."

	He gave her ear a quick lewd lick and she shivered as 
if with a fever, as his hands pushed her up and away again. 
This was heavenly, she thought; she really never wanted to 
stop ...

	"Let you down on one condition," he murmured as she 
returned, his fingers digging into her buttocks and driving 
her wild.

	"Huh? What?" she asked dreamily.

	"Let's go into those bushes over there -- by 
Shakespeare's Grave." His voice was bold and sure of 
itself.

	She swung away and up again, the fullness of her 
naked white thighs swinging forward into the bright blue 
sky with wanton abandon. "Huh ... oh ... all right ..." she 
said vaguely, only half aware of what she was agreeing to.

	And then he stopped the swing abruptly. Catching her 
breath, her flared nostrils snorting with sensuality, June 
let her cousin lift her off the swing, her breasts and 
belly sliding erotically down his muscular front like 
liquid rubber. Then he grabbed her hand and they ran off 
together in the direction of Shakespeare's Grave.

	

	Chapter 4

	The grave wasn't really Shakespeare's, of course, but 
merely a little marker of the site where a North Short 
Railway man had been buried about a hundred years earlier 
after a disastrous collision of the four-forty with a 
neighborhood cow of those days, at that time the greatest 
transportation catastrophe in the history of the North 
Shore. But the marker had been faithfully tended all these 
years -- by Evanston Township Council after the railway 
made them a present of the land -- and the shrubs around it 
were all-concealing of the little bench next to the marker 
where not a few North Shore couples had come to 'spoon' and 
get to know each other better over the decades.

	And Ronald now made ready to get to know his younger, 
but voluptuous blonde cousin better. Dragging June down 
onto the bench, he pressed his mouth against hers and 
quickly forced his tongue in between her tightly clenched 
lips. The twelve year old girl's sexual anxiety had reached 
such a fever pitch that the feel of his tongue laving the 
most sacred inner portals of her warm moist mouth gave her 
an electric start which made her loins turn over violently. 
It was by pure instinct that her hands came up and grabbed 
his square bony shoulders, holding them tightly as she 
returned his kiss with fervid desire, her own tongue 
snaking bashfully forward and licking at his, her lips then 
sucking joyously on his tongue.

	And, if that had been all there was to it, it 
probably wouldn't have mattered so much.

	Except that then Ronald did just what she might have 
expected him to ... he put his hand up under her skirt ...

	"Oh! Arggggghhhh!"

	Not letting her mouth escape and beating off her 
struggling hands as best he could, Ronald slid one of his 
hands underneath her skirt, moving it smoothly up over the 
smooth soft warmness of her inner thighs until his young 
cousin jerked away from his embrace.

	"No -- oh! You mustn't!" she babbled, knowing that 
stopping was the very last thing she wanted him to do.

	But it was no use protesting. His mouth gripped hers 
again, and she couldn't resist for an instant the terrible 
instinct to suck lavishly on his tongue, which in a sense 
came to feel like a penis in her mind's imagination, the 
little taste buds becoming like the ridges she remembered 
seeing on her father's penis.

	Ronald took complete advantage of her temporary 
surrender, his fingers quickly inserting their way up under 
the snug elastic leg band of her snow-white panties, 
pressing forward to locate the quietly sleeping little slit 
between her legs.

	Oh my God, she thought as his middle finger thrust 
downward through her throbbing cuntal flesh, that feels so 
good -- oh God, I can't help myself .

	Giving up all thought of resisting, June's hands came 
up to grasp his head. His finger, which had at first 
encountered only quiet softness, was now rewarded with a 
flow of vaginal moisture which seeped in a fierce, excited 
rush from between June's tender cuntal folds. A soft sigh 
escaped her parted lips and she closed her eyes. I'm 
doomed, she thought. He's got me now.

	His experienced middle finger worked around and 
around her moist warm pussy flesh in an insane attempt to 
drive her wild. For a moment she felt as if she were dying, 
drowning in a quicksand whirlpool of purest carnal desire. 
She had never before had anything in her starving young 
cunt besides her own fingers, and now her tongue was being 
sucked on as well while Ronald's tongue lapped at the 
inside of her mouth with urgent need. For a moment it was 
easy to imagine that his tongue was a penis committing 
unnatural sexual intercourse with the inside of her burning 
hot mouth, and this thought made the adolescent blonde's 
loins squirm all the more.

	By now, Ronald's entire hand had disappeared all the 
way down inside her panties, the tight elastic leg band 
encircling his gently moving wrist as his finger wormed 
around inside her quivering sex-hungry loins, drawing a 
rush of heated wetness with every slightest movement, until 
his hand was pressed firmly up against her throbbing pubic 
region, his palm warm on her sparse young pubic hair, his 
middle finger almost all the way into her virginal vagina 
and actively finger-fucking her.

	"Oh no, you mustn't," she panted momentarily, 
breaking away from his kiss, but this was very temporary, 
for he smiled in that winsome male way, and she fell 
headlong into his kiss again, as if hypnotized, pressing 
her full-lipped red mouth to his with an urgency that 
overwhelmed even her youthful seducer.

	Her defenses totally down, the blonde girl's pelvis 
began lewdly undulating over his raping middle finger. I'm 
lost now, she thought. Totally, totally lost ...

	And she would have been -- had there not suddenly 
been a warning growl from the throat of the neighborhood's 
most menacing German shepherd ...

	"Brute!" she gasped, tearing herself away from her 
cousin Ronald's soul-kiss.

	The Donovan family pet glowered at Ronald, his eyes 
menacing and dangerous. The boy's finger slid heatedly from 
June's passion-drenched pussy and out from under the leg 
band of her soaked white panties.

	"Hey, go home!" Ronald yelled angrily. "What are you 
doing here!"

	The moment of respite was just long enough for June 
to jump to her feet and race out of the small circle of 
concealing shrubbery. Ronald attempted to get to his feet 
and follow her, but Brute's warning growl came across so 
bone-chilling that the fifteen year old froze in fright and 
dropped quickly to the bench again.

	"You bastard son of a bitch," the boy cursed. "I'll 
get you for this. You rotten son of a bitch dog."

	But the only reply from Brute was a slight curling of 
one side of his lip as the boy sat there angry and 
disgusted. And, for a moment, the general impression he had 
of the German shepherd's face was that the dog was smirking 
at him.

	*  *  *

	June raced home sobbing, partly with excitement and 
partly with dismay, bursting in through the kitchen's Dutch 
door and slamming it behind her. The car was out of the 
driveway, so her mother was probably out shopping and it 
wasn't necessary for her to dry her tears immediately. She 
took the stairs two at a time, sniffling and brushing the 
wetness on her pretty young face with her sleeve as best 
she could.

	In the bathroom, she washed her face of all telltale 
frozen tears and toweled it completely, so that she was 
clean again. Slut! the blonde girl cried at herself in the 
mirror, hopelessly ashamed. She had behaved terribly. But 
somehow, once Ronald had slid his finger up into her pussy 
and worked it around a little bit, she had become totally 
helpless and enslaved. Particularly when he had worked it 
around the sensitive little pleasure button of her 
clitoris. Oh God, that had felt so good! Then she had 
tingled with electricity as if her loins were on fire.

	Oooh, if her parents only knew what she'd just let 
her cousin do to her in the park. How ashamed they'd be of 
her. She couldn't bear it if her darling father ever found 
out she had let a boy do that to her. Especially when she 
loved only him and couldn't bear to think of anyone else 
touching her like that.

	Distraught and gasping, the twelve year old student 
made her way back to her bedroom, swinging her long blonde 
hair around her shoulders. Somehow she would have to manage 
to get a hold on herself.

	Once in the bedroom, June took off all her school 
things and went naked into the shower. There she let the 
water rush luxuriously over her still trembling young body, 
washing away all the telltale wetness of the furious 
excitement she had felt when Ronald plunged his finger in 
and out of the moist confines of her hotly pulsing cunt.

	Her hands gripped her breasts tightly, as if offering 
them to the water, feeling that warm needle spray prickle 
at the glowing pink areolas which topped her succulent 
young breasts. She ran her thumbs over her tender 
hypersensitive nipples, feeling them ache with longing, 
and, looking down, she realized that Ronald had excited her 
more than she had realized, for she seemed unable to slow 
the rapid rise and fall of her tingling breasts. It seemed 
to her as if the soft mounds of milk-white flesh were 
actually alive -- they had never felt so sensitive before.

	Uttering a tiny sigh and a groan of purest desire, 
June squeezed one breast until it hurt, then ran the 
fingers of her other hand down into the tender tendril-
capped region of her pubic mound. Finding the quiet little 
slit between her legs, she tickled evanescently while 
continuing to knead her naked breast with her other hand. 
Her long blonde hair fell wetly backwards, dropping down 
over her back and the tops of her buttocks, as her face 
contorted and her neck strained through an uncertain, 
unquenchable agony of desire.

	Then, as suddenly as it had begun, it ended, the wild 
flash of desire remaining between her trembling legs -- but 
now unresponsive in any degree to the gentle, loving tickle 
of her masturbating fingers. Sobbing with frustration, the 
voluptuous twelve year old blonde turned off the shower 
taps and stumbled from the shower, staggering as if 
controlled by her loins alone, across the bathroom, through 
the connecting door and into her bedroom. Everything in her 
body quivering with unsatiable lust, she fell across the 
bed with a whimper and buried her face in the coverlet. 
Shaking with sobs, she covered it with her tears of sexual 
frustration, the rage continuing unabated and flaming in 
her loins, regardless of any attempt on her part to 
masturbate it out

	And the aching young adolescent probably would have 
lain there for a long time, too, if she hadn't felt the 
cold nose on her shoulder ...

	"Brute! Why ..."

	June sat up on the bed. Before her stood the family 
German shepherd, his tail wagging with happiness to see 
her, his canine face open in a cheerful smile -- except 
where his teeth were holding onto the leather strap that 
was wrapped around her school books.

	"Brute! Why, you darling! You brought my school books 
home from the park for me. I completely forgot about them, 
darling."

	She took his face in her hands and accepted an 
affectionate lick from his lengthy pink tongue. Giggling, 
she closed her eyes as he washed her face with it. "Oh, 
Brute!" she laughed gaily.

	Jumping up to put his forepaws on the bed, the big 
dog lapped at his young mistress' milk-white thighs as 
well. June was still fresh from the most ennervating, 
debilitating feelings of desire, and the feel of Brute's 
roughly-skinned but gentle tongue on her sensitive leg 
heightened slightly the discomforting flutter in her loins. 
But she was not alarmed. She bent down to pick up the books 
from where the dog had dropped them.

	Only to have Brute take a long, swiping lick at her 
nakedly dangling breasts!

	Alarmed now, she drew back swiftly. "Brute! Darling, 
whatever's come over you?" Instinctively, she drew the thin 
cotton coverlet up over her vulnerable breasts. Brute's hot 
wet tongue had started them burning again, and now they 
felt as if they were expanding in all directions, fairly 
bursting with licentious energy.

	But did she have any right to blame that on the dog? 
Why, darling Brute loved her! He would never do anything 
intentionally to make her uncomfortable!

	Of course not. How silly of her. She let the coverlet 
drop again, revealing the rounded firmness of her panting 
young breasts with their high, hardened nipples. It was 
silly to behave as if Brute were a human male. He just 
didn't know what he was doing. When he licked at her 
breasts he was just trying to show his affection and 
friendliness. Darling Brute could never mean any harm.

	"Come here, sweetheart," she said affectionately, and 
the dog moved closer. Taking his great head in her arms, 
June cradled his happy face so that his tongue lolled out 
wetly along her forearm and his big brown eyes looked up at 
her full of ecstatic delight that he was in his beautiful 
young blonde mistress's arms.

	She stroked the sleek furry crown of his head and 
kissed him, murmuring, "June's sorry, Brute. You forgive 
her, don't you?"

	His big brown eyes spoke volumes of affection, and he 
tried to lick her face again.

	"You saved June in the park, didn't you, darling? 
June wants to know how she appreciates that. But at the 
same time I'm a very unhappy girl. Sit down on the floor 
and I'll explain it to you."

	Brute, being very well trained, padded off to the 
center of the bedroom floor and circled the carpet briefly 
before he settled in a circular furry heap, looking across 
the bedroom at her affectionately .

	June sighed and lay back on the bed totally naked, 
squeezing her aching breasts briefly and then spreading her 
long blonde hair out in back of her on the pillow like a 
fan. Maybe talking to Brute would help, she thought. He 
always had such an understanding look in his sorrowful-but-
sexy eyes.

	Had she thought that? But it was absurd to regard 
Brute's eyes as sexy -- they could only be that to another 
dog. Anyway, he was someone to talk to.

	"My hero," she smiled, remembering how he had saved 
her from her cousin Ronald's obscene fingering inside her 
love-hungry pussy lips. He had really come to her rescue, 
just like knights of old in the storybooks rescuing a 
damsel in distress.

	She looked across the room at him, sitting there in 
the center of the room. Brute, who always understood her 
and was a friend of great depth and warmth to the entire 
family. Seated as she had ordered him to, his pointed ears 
slightly devilish in character, his strongly masculine 
snout underlining a handsome, intelligent face of 
considerable character. His long red tongue was hanging 
out, panting with urgency, wet with his saliva. She looked 
into his lovely, soulful eyes. What did they see, when they 
looked at her? Her newly ripened breasts, her long blonde 
hair? Or what? His mistress, whom he adored. Who wouldn't 
be flattered to be so worshipped?

	June sighed. It was nice having Brute here with her. 
With one hand she cupped her swollen right breast, looking 
down at the rosy aureole around its passion-puckered peak 
and the tiny stiffened nipple in the center. It was nice 
when Brute lapped at her breast, she had to admit it. No 
one had ever done that before. It was almost as if that was 
what they had been waiting for -- to be kissed, fondled, 
squeezed, perhaps even hurt.

	The twelve year old coquette looked at Brute again 
and smiled. "You do love me, don't you, darling? I know you 
do. Daddy's never licked at my breast like that, or even 
seen me naked, darling. Yet I think of him all the time. 
Why can't he love me as I love him, Brute? Is it so 
terribly wrong? Why can't daddy see how I love him and love 
me, too?"

	Brute made a little sound of understanding and rested 
his head on his legs looking at her all the while.

	She ran her fingers down into her tremulous young 
pussy in another futile attempt to dispel the terrible ache 
there. "See how I put my fingers in my pussy, Brute? 
Sometimes I stick them inside of me and make myself cum, 
with them, thinking of daddy. That drives me wild, only 
lately it hasn't been as good as it used to be." She lifted 
one leg and let two fingers slip in and out of her well-
lubricated young cunt. Her eyes became heavy-lidded and her 
nostrils flared momentarily .

	"Why can't I make it like that anymore, Brute? Why 
can't I cum anymore on my fingers? It always used to work 
thinking of daddy. Now its getting harder and harder. I 
used to think of his great big cock -- that's what I said, 
cock. That's a naughty word -- his great big cock sliding 
in and out of my cunt and fucking me, and that drove me 
wild!"

	She giggled and put her hand up to her mouth. It was 
strangely exciting talking dirty like this in front of 
Brute, but safe too, since he couldn't understand any of 
this anyway And even if he did, he wouldn't be able to 
spread stories about what she'd said and ruin her 
reputation as a nice girl Brute was the perfectly discreet 
individual. He could never tell.

	The twelve year old blonde looked at her pet again, 
her dully-lidded eyes narrowing. Just how much did he 
understand? Was she talking too much?

	No, that was silly. Brute was her best friend; he was 
everybody in the house's best friend. He was affectionate, 
kind and loving, and he would never do anything to hurt 
her. He'd never dream of it.

	June sighed with increasing sensuality, wiggling her 
fingers just inside the sensitively tingling mouth of her 
seeping vagina. It was very pleasant to just lie here, 
playing idly with herself, with understanding old Brute to 
talk to. She went on, "He never comes to me, Brute. Daddy 
never comes to me. If he did, I'd probably do anything he 
wanted me to, but he never even bothers. I'll bet he 
doesn't even like me. I tried to sit on his lap the other 
day, and he knocked me right off. What do you think of 
that?"

	Brute growled understandingly.

	"God," she breathed, squeezing her hotly throbbing 
breasts, "if only I could do something -- anything I'm 
burning up, Brute, and I can't seem to get any 
satisfaction. I'm miserable all the time."

	Brute perked up, looking at her keenly. What was in 
his eyes? Something significant or -- what?

	"Darling," she breathed, rubbing her fingers into her 
pussy. "If only I had some way of stopping this horrible 
burning feeling. Gosh, it's killing me, Brute. I know you'd 
help me if you could, though, Brute. I know that."

	Almost as if something in her words had cued him, the 
big German shepherd suddenly got up and moved swiftly over 
to the bed, rising up on his haunches and putting his 
forelegs boldly on her naked silky-sheened thighs. He 
barked twice, slavered and wagged his tail energetically.

	She ran a hand affectionately over the soft dark fur 
of his head. "What is it, darling? What are you trying to 
tell me?"

	He barked again and her legs fell open mindlessly, 
her fingers still working in the moistly glistening outer 
flesh of her soft pink cunt. It was somehow very exciting 
to pet Brute while she played with herself ...

	And then suddenly the eager dog leapt gracefully up 
onto the bed!

	"Brute! Darling, what are you doing here? You know 
you're not supposed to be on June's bed. Now, get off!"

	And then slowly, a soft canine smile sweeping across 
his handsome German shepherd features, he began to show her 
what he was doing there ...

	

	Chapter 5

	At first the nakedly finger-fucking adolescent hadn't 
been really too disturbed at having Brute leap up onto the 
bed next to her, but now the German shepherd was moving 
engagingly into the inner circle formed by her long 
outstretched legs ...

	But after all Brute had often come up on the bed and 
played with her as they were growing up, so why should this 
be ...

	"Brute! No! No! You mustn't!" June tried to push his 
head away, but suddenly, deftly, his long red tongue shot 
out like a lizard's and whipped startlingly, 
breathtakingly, all the way up along her crazily tingling 
pussy slit from her tiny anus to her quivering little 
clitoris!

	"OHHHH! BRUTE!" Her head fell backward with a gasp as 
her adorable pet began struggling on his haunches to get a 
better position between her whitely widespread legs. Her 
hands gripped his ears, but instead of forcing him back, 
this seemed only to draw him nearer. The suddenly 
frightened young blonde could feel his warm furred snout 
brush excitingly against the trembling insides of her 
thighs, and suddenly her desire-heated cunt felt as if it 
were a well gushing forth spring water. She couldn't 
remember when her vagina had ever cum so quickly -- and 
then suddenly Brute's cold nose was rubbing maddeningly at 
the outskirts of her pussy, and his tongue was taking long, 
swiping hot licks that flashed wetly along her twitching 
ass-cheeks, slapped in between, and finally circled in like 
a drill to churn hotly through the moistly flooded entrance 
to her flaming twelve year old cunt.

	"Oh Brute ... oh, darling ... you mustn't ... oh no 
... please don't ... it's wrong ... oh God ... oh God ...

	But the young girl's protests quickly weakened to the 
point where she could scarcely hear them herself. The quick 
rush of his thick wet tongue thrust forward between the 
warm fleshy folds of her cunt was a flame-like pressure all 
through her helplessly splayed loins that could no more be 
rejected than life itself.

	Oh, this is wrong! her brain screamed in her 
tormented head, pressing her fingers down into the furry 
crown of Brute's handsome skull. I must get him to stop. I 
must make him slop. How can I get him to stop?

	But at the same time that her mind realized this was 
wrong, the wellspring of adolescent desire that had been 
boiling so long, awaiting an outlet from the fiery cave of 
her loins, became like molten lava being spewed from a 
sharp volcanic fissure up from the depths of the earth. The 
feeling of her German shepherd's tongue lapping along that 
crevice between her legs, drawing all the innate moisture 
from it as if it were honey, was almost too wonderful to be 
borne. She closed her eyes and let her befuddled brain 
wander off, pondering its moral judgments, as she gave 
herself over completely to this ecstatically satisfying 
feeling of Brute's moist warm tongue moving so ... oh so 
lewdly ... focusing her entire being on this mind-bending 
delight which existed nowhere else in the world but up 
between her widely stretched thighs, focused within that 
hot little circle of desire that glowed like a halo 
surrounding the center point of her lust -- her electrified 
and fiercely tingling young clitoris.

	The shocked young adolescent gasped from the sudden 
unexpected entry of the tip of Brute's tongue into her soft 
wet cuntal passage and a surprised, ecstatic sigh seemed to 
bound from wall to wall. Instinctively her pelvis jerked 
upward with the first electric contact in an involuntary 
spasm of delight. Her vaginal passage contracted, opening 
and closing tightly around the thick smooth length of his 
tongue, which was sinking deeper and deeper inside her 
vagina until it came in contact with her tough little 
hymen, and then it withdrew. Her breath exploded in small, 
quick gasps that muffled themselves into tiny, mewling 
little groans of increasing lust as the dog began a 
maddening curling and flicking of his moist warm tongue, 
then embedding it again deep inside her trembling loins. 
Shivers of purest delight moved in waves upward from her 
loins and cascaded over her trembling flesh. She felt as if 
she were in a dream world. None of this could really be 
possible -- that she was holding Brute's head so 
affectionately by the ears and moaning long, mindless sighs 
of purest, soul-dredging ecstasy. She had to be dreaming 
it. Nothing in the world seemed to exist but that point 
within her loins which was glowing like a hot coal beneath 
that talented animal tongue, around which the ragged pink 
flanges of her cunt caressed like waves falling upon a 
tropical shore.

	The big German shepherd's tongue withdrew and plunged 
again, working slavishly within his beautiful blonde 
mistress' gaping hot pussy ... plunging, withdrawing, 
licking, lapping, drawing the folds of her pussy out stuck 
to his tongue as if they were postage stamps. The young 
girl's cries were one long, low continuous moan now as her 
mind seemed to disintegrate and her body gave itself over 
to the most brain-shattering pleasure June had ever known 
in all her young blonde life. Brute withdrew his lashing 
tongue from inside the smooth wet passage of her virginal 
cunt, found the hard, throbbing little bud of her clitoris 
and licked that as well, dredging screams of electrified 
ecstasy from June's lust-contorted face. Brute lapped 
wildly at the little pleasure-button until June thought she 
would die. This wasn't sex -- it was a whirlpool of ecstasy 
in which she was drowning as surely as if she had fallen 
into a vat of sweetest honey. She writhed and churned in a 
lewd dance of desire above his earnestly licking and nosing 
face, totally given over to this mindlessly energizing 
feeling which required no apology and no explanation, but 
which was a force and a tide so great that a girl could 
only surrender to it completely and let herself be carried 
off by it. This feeling was a rushing river carrying one 
off in a sea of sensuality; one could not possibly fight 
it, but who would want to?

	"Ooooooh, oohhhh, darling, oh darling ..." she 
crooned, her flesh and mind totally lost in this cunt-
centered sensation, out of control from the delicious and 
obscene licking of her burning young loins. The muscles of 
her buttocks hollowed and contracted, struggling to draw 
every last drop of joy from this excruciating feeling that 
was flaming like a brush fire the entire length and depth 
of her hotly exposed cunt.

	Her pussy seemed to flower open wider and wider, like 
a rose in summer sunshine, the moistness between her legs 
increasing with every further second his licking tongue 
worked so thurstily at her wide-stretched pussy. By now her 
cum was flowing as if through a crack in a dam, running in 
trickles down the insides of her thighs to make a sticky, 
milky warm pool under her buttocks on the bed.

	June felt as if her gasping and panting would never 
end. The glowing spot of desire within her vagina was 
growing larger and larger, like a balloon filled with cum 
and almost ready to burst. Her pelvis and hips churned 
madly. This was the most beautiful heavenly thing she had 
ever experienced in her life. If this wasn't sex and 
ecstasy, then nothing else could be. Her loins had become a 
ball of flame that was burning her up in its fiery flight 
through the starry heavens. She wanted only to live the 
rest of her life with Brute's tongue driving between her 
legs, sending shivers of sensual ecstasy cascading from one 
end of her young naked body to the next, burning out her 
nerve endings as if they were so much confetti or loose 
string.

	And now she was going to cum! She was sure of it! At 
last! Oh God, at last!

	But Brute somehow sensed this as well, her excitement 
communicating itself to him savagely and luring his penis 
from its furry sheath as if it were on a long, fine wire 
connecting their two genital regions. Gradually it 
expanded. He loved his mistress and he had recognized her 
burning need. This had drawn him to lap affectionately, 
even hungrily at the warm moist folds of her open pussy 
until June felt as if her loins were a small sun about to 
go nova.

	But now the huge dog recognized something else as 
well -- and this was that the glistening crevice he was 
licking between her shivering legs was the same kind of 
moist, hot aperture he was used to fucking in female dogs. 
He didn't consciously think of this, but rather he felt it 
in his animal testicles, which began producing sperm at a 
frantic rate and filling his tingling canine penis with 
lust-heated blood. Expanding warmly on all sides, he could 
feel it becoming bloated and eager to quench itself in the 
sensual bath between his beautiful blonde mistress's long 
squirming legs. It peeped outward from its furry scabbard, 
expanded further, and then Brute moved forward again, 
interested solely in the approach to June's wetly quivering 
pussy. Brute's long thick cock ached with instinctive 
anticipation as it contemplated burying itself to its 
total, blood-engorged length within the writhing wet 
confines of the young girl's vagina.

	Not that he paused for an instant in his furious 
licking of her tender, tremulous loins. But at the same 
time the masterful German shepherd was struggling on his 
haunches to work his furry body up more tightly within the 
"vee" of her soft cream-white thighs. June, not yet aware 
of what was going on, continued to moan and groan 
mindlessly from the beautiful loin-shattering agony she was 
being forced to endure. Her legs fell open at an obtuse 
angle, presenting no resistance whatever to her beloved 
pet's tightening approach. As yet she had no inkling that 
Brute's penis was emerging and expanding wildly, bloated 
with the heat of his urgent animal desire for her. With 
some difficulty he was slithering upward inside her widely-
stretched legs, his enormous dog's penis waving lewdly 
around in front of his loins, wet and glistening redly, 
occasionally attracting one of her thin blonde pubic hairs, 
to its lust-moistened length, almost an inch away from the 
passion-flooded opening of her vagina.

	In this position it was almost impossible for the 
whining German shepherd to continue licking at her cunt, 
and his tongue shifted wetly into her sparse golden pussy 
hair, then across her trembling lower belly to her navel, 
sending a fierce ripple of excitement through June's 
already thoroughly sex-crazed young flesh. And then his 
tongue was flicking at the underside of one of her full 
firm breasts, running over that swollen young roundness and 
slapping wetly at the tingling high, hard nipple.

	June gasped mindlessly and there was a sharp, 
whooshing intake of her breath as she felt the dog's tongue 
swirling wetly, excitingly over her throbbing hot breasts, 
caressing those high-rising mounds of flesh in a way that 
left the helpless twelve year old love-slave knowing not 
where, who or what she was. The bubbling in her loins was a 
froth of fire like the hot foam slapping at the sides of a 
witch's cauldron. Endless whimpers seemed to break 
pleadingly from her open mouth, like nothing human she had 
ever heard before. But June wasn't noticing. She was too 
busy ...

	Her arms went instinctively up around her beloved 
dog's shoulders. Brute would always care for her. He loved 
her; she loved him. She had brought him up ever since he 
was a puppy ... but who would ever have thought the day 
would come when he would lick her cunt so obscenely like 
that? Whatever had made him start? God! She hoped he never 
stopped, though, it felt so great! Of course he would never 
actually ...

	The twelve year old's grip tightened on his neck and 
shoulders. She could feel his soft, fur-smooth body arching 
forward within the milk-white semi-circle of her legs, feel 
his tongue lapping upwards, all over her pulsating breasts, 
up over her throat and neck until finally ... finally his 
tongue was probing hotly down into her open mouth!

	If cousin Ronald's kiss had served to excite her, the 
feeling of Brute's enormous hot wet animal tongue flooding 
her open and sighing mouth was pure heavenly delirium. She 
could almost think of herself as a female bitch, her legs 
moving instinctively to wrap themselves up around his 
haunches ... as suddenly, unexpectedly, her beloved Brute 
moved forward and the cone-shaped end of his animal penis 
parted its rigid way through her moistly glistening cuntal 
lips ...

	Oh my God! He's doing it to me! Oh my God ...

	But she was powerless now, a helpless slave in 
bondage to this magnificent feeling of total subservience 
to sex, dominated totally by the masterful technique of 
this handsome German shepherd who had formerly been her pet 
but was now, unbelievably, becoming her lover! Her mouth 
was helplessly glued to his, and she sucked hungrily on his 
long animal tongue as it invaded her panting oral cavern, 
lapping at the sides, top and bottom of her gasping young 
mouth. If the maddening sensations which seemed to be 
eating up her loins alive had not been so extreme, she was 
afraid she might have swooned dead away out of purest 
bliss. This was not like anything else in the world known 
as pleasure; there could not possibly be anything else even 
roughly similar to it! The crooning blonde drowned headlong 
in a sea of sensuality, tossed and turned by waves that 
were so high their whitecaps could not even be seen or 
guessed at. This was more than bliss, more than joy; it was 
as if the whole universe had opened up into brightest 
sunlight and all the stars had combined to become one. Life 
previous to this instant had no meaning or reason for 
existence. Her entire life had been lived just for the 
purpose of meeting headlong this exact moment in time.

	"Brute ... oh, Brute ... darling ... mmmmmmmm ..."

	The tapered blood-filled head of his penis was now 
pressed through the elastic tight opening of her cunt, 
worming and burrowing slowly deep into the warm wet walls 
of her virginally resisting vagina. Brute panted heatedly 
as his shining slick organ moved forward, parting the 
softly curling strands of her sparse pubic hair and inching 
its way inward. He looked down at his golden-haired 
mistress with lust-gleaming eyes as she sucked, delirious 
with passion, on his enormous wet tongue. The tiny moist 
lips of her pussy contracted and throbbed around his lust-
engorged animal penis like the mouth of a fish gasping 
desperately for breath. Brute ached all over; his balls 
felt as if they were on fire with need for his beautiful 
young mistress. He had adored her for so long; who would 
ever have dreamed that ...

	With nostrils snorting, the loving animal gazed down 
at the whiteness and purity of his mistress's lushly formed 
body. On either side of his haunches, her thighs now 
wrapped hungrily around his close-moving furry body, 
locking tightly up over his back and pulling him into her 
with a savage burst of passion that was irresistible. The 
tip of his surging penis broke easily through the flimsy 
guard of her hymen, drawing a gasp of joyous delight from 
her mouth, which was now kissing his sleek-furred face and 
snout all over. His penis and testicles ached like never 
had before as he drove deeper and deeper into the golden 
triangle of her pussy.

	When the tapered end of Brute's animal cock first 
touched the stretched young membrane defining her 
virginity, June thought that she would die from the shock. 
Yet in another moment his thick dog-cock was bursting 
through and sliding swiftly upward to the very end of her 
channel, so that now she was hurriedly bringing into play 
vaginal muscles she had never even dreamed she had. If his 
initial lapping of her overexcited cunt had filled her 
loins with honey, this feeling was whipped cream, She had 
never dreamed her first real fuck could possibly be 
wonderful. It was nowhere near tearing or as painful as she 
had expected. After the initial ripping of her hymen, which 
did hurt a little and bring a cry of pain mixed with 
delight from her hot young lips, the rest of the feeling of 
being fucked was nothing but a smooth, sliding, effortless 
ecstasy. Brute's penis was slick and perfectly tapered for 
the purpose of imparting a fresh new thrill with each 
additional inch of depth to which he plunged it. And now as 
it moved forward to the very end of her virginal cunt, the 
young girl wondered deliriously how she had ever lived the 
entire twelve years of her existence without having this 
incredibly good experience. Life would be unthinkable 
without it after this minute.

	"Mmmmmm," she crooned, working her hips ardently 
around his pleasure-giving rod of flesh. "Darling I love 
you," she whispered into the dog's hairy pointed ear as his 
hips began working as well, humping with animalistic fervor 
to drive his cock-shaft deeper between her widespread white 
thighs. The warm soft edges of her flute-edged cunt closed 
wetly over his moving member, and he began panting as he 
never had before. The dog's nostrils flared, and soft 
growls of animal delight echoed from his throat, as her 
tight hot pussy walls slipped soothingly over his penis, 
enclosing it in steaming warmth and loving it to death on 
every single stroke.

	"Oh -- oh -- oh oh ..." June had been about to cum 
when Brute so suddenly changed from licking her loins to 
driving his penis deep into her heaving white belly, and 
now she was hurtling forward toward it again. Over and 
over, she groaned, as he surged into her, feeling his penis 
push apart the smooth, yielding walls of soft inner flesh 
like a speeding ship, cutting the water. Her body trembled 
and shook. If she couldn't have this, this wonderful 
experience, she didn't even want to live. The skewered 
blonde adolescent squealed when occasionally Brute's cock 
made an experienced jerk, giving her a fierce twinge of 
electrical shock. She was wet and open, and wanted nothing 
in all the world but her loving dog. At last she was going 
to quench that fierce craving that had dominated her 
existence for so long! Groaning and sobbing with happiness, 
she worked to help her handsome dog-lover, until she could 
no longer catch her breath.

	There was no respite now. The obscene intrusion in 
her twelve year old vagina was only expanding as her tight 
little pussy dilated and undulated around it. The German 
shepherd's uncontrolled assault let her feel the heavy 
weight of his muscular canine loins crushing hard between 
her outstretched legs, sweeping them wider and wider apart 
as he pressed forward with all of his strength to sink as 
deeply into her quivering white belly as was possible. And 
all the while his sleek, shining fur was painting her 
smooth white flesh as if with a brush.

	As Brute's penis began to expand, June felt as if she 
were being impaled on a telephone pole. She clenched the 
muscles of her buttocks lovingly around that primitive 
intruder, caressing and fondling the long, hard fleshy 
staff that she had come to worship and love in just such a 
few short moments.

	All of which served to incite the panting dog all the 
more. Her cuntal muscles clasping around him, so wet and 
warm, were driving him crazy, making his enormous cock 
throb and grow within her blonde-fringed young cunt until 
June felt stretched and filled in her belly and loins 
beyond all possible imagination.

	Brute's nostrils flared and he began making little 
whimpering sounds as he attempted to reach his climax. He 
lunged in and out of her with long, hard strokes, his 
forepaws holding tight to the softly rounded curves of her 
upper arms, and the silken sheath of her wide-stretched and 
throbbing vagina pulsated up and back over the thickness of 
his pounding rigidity.

	"Ooooohh, oh, ooooohhhhh darling loverrrrrr ..." his 
twelve year old mistress murmured from deep in her heaving 
chest. The sounds came out so muffled and indistinct she 
couldn't have understood them herself. With every hard 
forward lunge Brute was pushing her ever closer to the 
fierce, bottomless precipice wherein lay -- she knew the 
most wonderful orgasm she'd ever had in her life. This 
fantastic, experience made masturbation no more important 
than a spent match. His thick red cock filled her to the 
bursting point and then some. Brute had forced her thighs 
open to an almost impossible angle, yet she loved it and 
wanted it never to stop. His monstrous ever-growing cock 
felt as if it wanted to spear right up through her writhing 
body and come out her throat. The feel of his paws on her 
aching flesh made their adventure all the more illicit and 
exciting beyond all reason -- the ultimate in obscenity!

	Brute panted heavily, saliva dripping from his tongue 
all over her buffeted white flesh, spilling down between 
her breasts and all over her soft smooth belly to mingle 
damply in her matted blonde pubic hair just above their 
cock-cunt connection. Opening her eyes and looking down, 
she could see his slick red penis disappearing inside of 
her and coming back again at a furious rate. It shone with 
moisture from her cunt, now seeping out over his loins as 
well, a sizable part of his hairy haunches. This obscene 
sight excited the inexperienced young girl all the more, 
and she began wiggling and thrashing and squirming beneath 
her pet, pleading like a helpless slave to be allowed her 
orgasm. Brute was excited correspondingly by her excitement 
and he swept and rammed into her with increasingly frantic 
abandon. The bucking white human female body beneath him 
incited him to a frenzy. Beneath him, his adored blonde 
mistress twisted her head with passion, her eyes gleaming 
with lust, her beautiful long blonde hair flying all over.

	June's mouth opened and closed fish-like in total 
sensual torment, as she was buffeted by the sheerest 
excitement generated by this illicit affair. Only moments 
ago she had rejected a young boy -- and yet here she was 
being fucked by a dog! It scarcely seemed reasonable -- yet 
it was unquestionably wonderful.

	Brute fucked into her faster than the speed of light, 
building whiningly towards his own climax, mercilessly 
battering her upper thighs beneath his hard-driving loins. 
His lips bared back from his fiercely clenched canine 
teeth, his breath coming in short machine gun blasts that 
crackled obscenely through June's now musky-scented 
bedroom.

	"Darling," she croaked, half whinnying, "I think I'm 
cumming -- oh God I am! Oh God! Oh Brute! OH DARLING!"

	And then they both made it together. The hulking 
German shepherd above her began shuddering and jerking, his 
cock spurting his hot sticky sperm deeply up inside of her. 
June's mouth opened in a loud, uncontrollable 
"AAAAHHHHHHEIEEEEOOH!" as she felt his lewd animal sperm 
filling her no longer virginal vaginal passage in a great 
flood of lust-fired heat. She could feel it rushing hotly 
into her and filling the depths of her womb until she 
thought she would burst from it. There were several 
convulsive jerks of his pelvis, and then she forgot him 
totally as she went spinning forward up into the heavens, 
thrashing with unseeing eyes and open mouth, and trying 
mindlessly to fight him off because no -- no -- this 
feeling was too fantastic and she couldn't stand it for 
another instant . . and then it was like a great red flower 
had opened up inside her belly, and her vaginal walls began 
gushing out their response all over his urgently pummeling 
loins and cock ... except that she wasn't there in her bed, 
in her house, on her street, in her city, but rather she 
was flying up into the bluest blue sky, outwards towards 
the universe, with every nerve ending in her young body 
being consumed in sensual flame as wave after wave of 
orgasmic convulsion rippled through her helplessly spasming 
loins.

	"Beautiful ... beautiful ... beautiful ..." the 
twelve year old blonde gurgled happily, and then she 
fainted.

	

	Chapter 6

	The voluptuous young pre-teen stirred restlessly on 
her rumpled bed, consumed by emotion. Her frazzled nerve 
endings were only gradually being renewed. Still gibbering 
dumbly from the fantastic shattering climax her own dog had 
given her, her mind seemed to have split into a dozen 
pieces, moved off into space, and was only very gradually 
pulling itself back together again.

	Her long-lashed blue eyes fluttered open and fought 
to rejoin her pretty blonde head. Strange odors, more musky 
than anything else, wafted through her nostrils, causing 
her brow to wrinkle slightly as though deep in concentrated 
thought. Her tongue circled her lips, catching a slight 
pungency of sticky moisture.

	She looked down and could see the twin peaks of her 
irregularly heaving breasts lying in wide-set unrest 
between her eyes and the rest of her well-proportioned 
young body. Her legs were spread far apart as if in 
invitation to some phantom lover standing at the foot of 
the bed.

	Had it been real, that starkly vivid dream -- a dream 
of something so immoral that she could now barely let 
herself even think of it?

	The vividness of it flickered across her sex-
debauched mind, though, as if she were watching a slightly 
out-of-focus television screen. Her body ached terribly. 
There, in her vision, was her beloved German shepherd 
Brute, big and powerful and shaggy, his muscular haunches 
working furiously over her as he committed an act so 
obscene that one scarcely dared give it a name. That she 
had had dreams and thoughts about her father was one thing 
-- he was after all a man, a human being. But to have a 
dream like that about Brute was a scandal too severe to be 
faced for longer than a single instant. If she ever 
considered fornicating with her father, it was a crime 
against the family and their community that would probably 
never be achieved anyway; but to think of having sex with 
Brute was a crime against God Himself.

	Or was it? She rubbed her thighs smoothly together 
and sighed. She felt so deliciously relaxed. Whatever had 
happened to her in her marvelous dream, it had certainly 
been heavenly. Carefully, caressingly, June smoothed her 
hands around over her sensitive young breasts, touching 
them guardedly in gentle exploration. Ooooh, she moaned, 
they were tender. She squeezed them and gave a little gasp 
of delight as her taut pink nipples oozed up between her 
spread-open fingers, towering lewdly above the milk-white 
mounds.

	Her hands explored further, coursing their way down 
over her fluttering stomach to her still open thighs. She 
groaned again as her fingers tenderly touched the slight 
bruises lining the soft wet edges of her vagina. What had 
made that? Surely not Brute's penis, as in her fantastic 
dream? But it had felt so smoothly satisfying in the dream, 
not brutal at all as she'd expected a penis to feel.

	Her fingers probed carefully around the tiny 
sensitive opening to her vagina, becoming moist from the 
warm sticky liquid that oozed viscously from it, wetting 
the split of her buttocks and the bed beneath.

	Something had happened. She wouldn't have had all 
that wetness around the edges of her cunt otherwise.

	And then she saw him! Curled up in a ball on the rug 
by the foot of her bed. And something in his deep brown 
eyes was so fraught with longing and adoration of her that 
she couldn't deny him!

	"Brute -- oh darling ... then it really did happen 
... I remember now ... I remember everything ... darling 
... oh, Brute ... what shall we do?"

	The twelve year old ex-virgin looked down at her 
pet's wistful brown eyes, resting so thoughtfully within 
that handsome canine face, which in turn lay so sadly on 
his forepaws before him. What was he thinking? Had she been 
good for him? Did he really love her? Her pussy began to 
itch. Would he want to do it again? All these thoughts 
broke headlong through the young girl's mind with a maximum 
of confusion. But from all of it emerged a single, all-
important consideration -- and that was that Brute had been 
better for her than any other single experience or 
combination of experiences she had ever enjoyed. His mind-
fusing penis twisting and slipping inside of her vagina had 
been purest, shattering ecstasy. His long thick tongue on 
her breasts and lapping wetly up the flanges of her burning 
young cunt had been an experience well worth dying for.

	And was it so wrong? Hadn't he saved her from hideous 
cousin Ronald, who would have merely used her and cast her 
aside? No, Brute's devotion was more true than any human 
male's could have been, that was for certain. He didn't 
want merely her flesh -- he worshipped her. With them it 
was love, not mere sex as it would have been with Ronald in 
the park. She realized now that she had loved Brute ever 
since he was a darling little puppy. Just because they were 
now going to have sex mingled with everything as well 
didn't change anything between them.

	"Come up here, darling," she murmured sweetly, her 
pale young face glowing, cheeks all rosy with good health, 
relaxation and sexual happiness. She patted the bed beside 
her, her eyes dilating slightly with desire. He would come 
up onto the bed, she knew he would.

	And he did. With one powerful leap from the middle of 
the floor, the big German shepherd was suddenly on the bed 
with her and licking at her earlobes affectionately as she 
giggled and grabbed his ears, rolling about beneath the 
smooth, evanescent flickering touches of her furry coat 
against her overheated milky skin. She wiggled upward and 
rubbed her soft resilient breasts against his shining coat. 
His tongue licked her face and she licked it back in an 
affectionate French kiss, trying briefly to take it into 
her mouth so that she could suck on it. Her hands came up 
on his buttocks as they played, and suddenly -- glancing 
down -- she saw that he had become aroused again, for the 
pink tapered end of his penis was now peering quietly from 
its furry covering, a glistening wet drop of animal semen 
showing at the tiny slit in its tip.

	Suddenly her nostrils flared and her breathing began 
coming more hotly. Her eyes fixed as if hypnotized upon 
that slowly protruding member that was emerging from 
between his stiffly waiting legs. As they played, she 
occasionally lost sight of it, but not for long, and now 
something very strange and obscenely lascivious came slowly 
to dominate her sex-drugged mind.

	That was Brute's penis, she thought, the one that had 
loved her. It looked small and quiet now, scarcely peeping 
through at all from the soft furred sheath which contained 
it. Yet when he had pushed it into her body, it had been so 
hard and long and thick. It had filled her up, pushing out 
the walls of her hot young vagina with an inexorable 
pressure that eventually became excruciating, agonizingly 
delightful, and which finally sent her spinning rapturously 
off into space, a sex-drenched slave to his love.

	And suddenly she wanted it -- yes, wanted it in her 
mouth ...

	But no, that was disgusting. How could she bear it? 
It had fucked her, but that was something else again. Her 
mouth was a different thing from her cunt. She might throw 
up if he shot some of that sticky stuff from his penis, 
whatever it was, down her open and swallowing throat.

	Swallowing ... could she make herself swallow it? 
What did it taste like?

	All of a sudden a compelling curiosity consumed the 
musing blonde. Brute's cum, she thought. What did it taste 
like? Would it be the same as a human's? Say, the same as 
her father's, for example? What would be the exact 
differences in measurement and feel between their two 
cocks? What would be the difference between them if she had 
them both in her mouth, say, at the very same time?

	June could feel a gush of warm liquid exploding 
outward and downward from her loins. She had a tremendous, 
overwhelming urge to suck on Brute's penis and find out 
just what his cum tasted like that it could make her feel 
so joyous and happy inside.

	And after all, she told herself, her mind working 
computer-like to rationalize away all feeling of guilt, he 
had licked her pussy in order to satisfy her. It was only 
fair that she return this most ultimate of devotions.

	She smiled as Brute continued to lick her face wetly, 
occasionally probing with his warm, moist tongue into her 
ears or down over her large and panting young breasts. 
Tentatively, her hand reached out, cupping his small, 
trembling testicles in the cool affection of her grasp. The 
dog gasped and began panting more slavishly, licking her 
face wetly all over at a frantically increased rate.

	June sighed and her eyes lit up as she watched his 
slick red penis emerge from its slender cocoon of fur, 
gradually straightening out and becoming expanded and 
bloated with blood. Her heart raced. Did she really want to 
do this? But she couldn't seem to help herself. Her obscene 
curiosity was altogether much too overwhelming for her 
twelve year old heart to withstand it. She had felt Brute's 
cock inside of her cunt -- now she wanted to feel it in her 
hand ... and perhaps ... perhaps even in her mouth ... She 
trembled again as she remembered how his long glistening 
red instrument had spewed its hot lewd sperm up high into 
her open vagina ...

	She continued to caress his genitals with her 
fingers, teasing and tormenting herself, while he became 
increasingly excited as well. She couldn't make up her sex-
addled mind. Should she or shouldn't she?

	Finally she closed her eyes and uttered a little cry 
that was half a moan, half a sigh of ecstatic resignation. 
Her hand clasped the dog's expanding penis firmly, feeling 
its smooth thick length resting wetly within her excited 
grasp. Yes, she loved it ... she knew that now ... she 
loved having it fuck her ... and she wanted to suck on it 
... there was no escaping it ...

	Hypnotized by the forbidden fruit of their illicit 
relationship, which was sending paralyzing waves of sexual 
electricity shooting throughout her sex-starved loins, June 
suddenly, instinctively, bent her head. While one hand 
pushed her beloved dog back down on the bed on his back 
with his forepaws scrambling at the air, his canine body 
totally awkward and put off by the unusual sequence of 
events, she drew his burning hot penis -- now out to almost 
six inches in stiffening length -- closer and closer to her 
parted pink lips ...

	The young girl's long blonde hair wafted like a fan 
over Brute's tremulous furry body ... and then her mouth, 
forming a wide oval, slipped slowly down over his lust-
bloated rod of dog-flesh. Her full sensual lips closed over 
with the most delicate of touches, her tongue licked at its 
shining smoothness, and then she was running her mouth all 
the way down to the bottom until his cock bumped the back 
of her throat, making her cough just a little . .

	Brute began making urgent little whines and whimpers 
as her mouth contained lovingly all of his hotly throbbing 
penis. His forepaws waved helplessly in the air and his 
lower legs tried to scratch at her breasts or her face, 
seeking some kind of footing. This was a totally new 
experience for him. He had occasionally lapped at his own 
penis and swallowed some of his cum when it came spurting 
out, but this -- this was completely new.

	June sighed in equal ecstasy. Sucking her beloved 
dog's penis was far more delicious than she could ever have 
possibly suspected or imagined. The feel of his bloated 
cock-flesh in her mouth was warm and smooth, with isolated 
hot ridges pulsating under their load of muscle-expanding 
blood. Her tongue licked around and under it, making her 
furry charge wince with passion. She wanted to taste every 
last inch and know this delicious morsel perfectly from top 
to shining tip, from which she licked off droplets of 
pungent cum as swiftly as they appeared.

	Running her hands longingly over the furry length of 
the German shepherd's body, her fingers paused to fondle 
his nipples, which had become very hard like little 
buttons. Above her, Brute was yelping out his passion as 
she sucked and sucked, and she pushed her fingers under his 
firmly contracted testicles and moved them around to hear 
him yelp. She really loved this dog and wanted only to make 
him happy. The feel of his penis in her mouth made her 
loins gush all over the coverlet without pause. She slid 
her fingers silkily between the dog's fur-smooth belly and 
rubbed and rubbed to help him cum, continuing all the while 
to suck and nibble at his bursting cock without stop, even 
to the point of licking out at the furry sheath below and 
at the tops of his balls when she had his penis sunk so 
warmly all the way inside her hollowing cheeks.

	Again and again her soft young lips brushed hungrily 
up and down over her pet's blood-engorged penis, which was 
becoming larger and more delicious with every mouthful 
stroke. She began sobbing with desire, her loins feeling 
alive with the tingling of her own desire, but her cry came 
out muffled and low as the throbbing head of his animal 
cock stuffed her mouth and throat all the more fully.

	The warm moist flesh of her saliva-filled mouth 
continued to undulate without stop over Brute's long thick 
animal cock. Occasionally she nibbled teasingly between 
hot, swiping licks with her tongue, and this made Brute 
pant all the harder, his big brown eyes wide and half-
crazed with instinctive lust. The moist suction around his 
rapidly growing organ made his eyes bulge as he looked down 
at the long tossing hair and actively hollowing cheeks of 
his sex-drugged mistress. The hot red column of his penis 
moved slickly in and out of her mouth, shining partly with 
her saliva and partly from drippings of his cum which she 
did not lick off fast enough. June trembled as she recalled 
that this was the same masterful cock which had so 
delightfully splayed open her virginal young cunt and taken 
her maidenhead. She moaned and she sucked, her blue eyes 
closing and opening as if she were being consumed by the 
delirium of a tropical fever.

	Her tongue tangled lovingly around his cock, which 
had now grown to immeasurable size, and this brought 
another deep throated growl from Brute's passion-drenched 
throat. Her tongue, lips and teeth seemed now to have 
become a single inseparable force working demonically in 
the region of his genitals. June could see his shining, 
fur-covered buttocks tense together as he involuntarily 
jerked forward with a help into the warm soft cavern of her 
mouth.

	Brute's hips had begun now to lunge violently forward 
and back under this uninhibited attack of her mouth on his 
burning cock-flesh. He whined and panted lavishly, his 
saliva dripping down onto his shaggy chest. She sucked at 
his cock like a hungry calf feeding from its mother, the 
smooth hard texture filled her mouth to the bursting point 
as it expanded further with each passing thrust into her 
warm wet mouth.

	The hard rubbery tip of his cock-head grazed smoothly 
against the back of her throat. Her mouth was filled with 
warm moist saliva and made a smooth hot sheath around his 
monstrous red instrument as it pummeled faster and faster 
into her urgently sucking face. His large dark testicles 
beat a steady rhythm of bestial lust against the tip of her 
chin on the downstroke, and she could feel him all wet 
where some of the saliva in her totally filled mouth had 
drooled down from her lips and moistened the whole of her 
lower face.

	Brute's handsome canine features seemed to contort 
with animal desire as he mewled and thrust his sweating 
loins up at her face, her lewdly ovalled lips continuing to 
suck and nibble deliriously on his blood-throbbing member. 
He watched with gleaming, sex-crazed eyes as her wildly 
bobbing head made the reddish flesh of his cock disappear 
into the tightly rounded opening formed by her wide-
stretched lips, and felt them clasping around it wetly like 
the lips of a bitch's cunt.

	June's eyes were closed tight now as she wallowed 
joyously in her shame in committing this obscenely illicit 
act. And then all of a sudden she opened them, sensing that 
he was getting ready to erupt.

	Yes, there before her very eyes his sperm-bloated 
balls had pulled tightly into the neck of his animal 
scrotum, getting ready to discharge.

	Now! It had to be now!

	His thick, glistening penis was thrust far back into 
her ravenously sucking mouth, and Brute yelped and 
instinctively arched his pelvis up at her. The full force 
of his rigidity continued to expand in the velvet-smooth 
softness between her tongue and the roof of her mouth. A 
thousand sensations seemed to be ripping at his earnestly 
struggling loins. And then suddenly all of his canine 
passion rushed ferociously to the fore with a roaring spurt 
from his sperm-bloated testicles, racing along the bridge 
of his hard animal cock, then streaming like a shower of 
sparks far into the depths of her throat.

	June choked and sputtered for a single, long-held 
moment as the scalding hot gushes of sticky dog-cum burst 
in thick jets forward into the confines of her openly 
sucking mouth. And then she saw her pet shudder along his 
entire muscular length, his fur glistening and shiny with 
satisfaction. She choked, gasped and swallowed with 
delirious happiness to have this most ultimate of tributes 
from the dog she loved. And then his soft deflated penis 
began slipping with a lewd wet sucking sound from between 
her cum covered pink lips, a thin string-like trickle of 
white still connecting them together. The hollows of her 
throat worked for long moments afterwards, swallowing in 
great gulps the searing hot sperm he had flooded into her 
throat.

	And then her nostrils flared, and she could feel the 
warm, glowing ball of fire in her loins begin to expand 
again. Caressing his testicles, the twelve year old blonde 
moved upward over Brute's powerful furry body in order to 
mingle her tongue with his in an orgy of unnatural French 
kissing. Brute lapped hungrily at her mouth and face as her 
warm firm breasts spread out over his hairy body. Her long 
blonde hair waved over him caressingly as she moved around 
over the exhausted German shepherd.

	And now, she thought with some surreal satisfaction, 
it's my turn, my darling ...

	

	Chapter 7

	Dora had stayed out longer than usual doing her 
shopping due to the fact that she had run into Jane 
Hammond, her old school friend and former member of the 
Evanston Women's Club before she had so mysteriously let 
her membership lapse. But the fact that Jane seemed to have 
cut herself off from her old associations didn't bother 
Dora. Indeed, she was anxious to hear what Jane had been up 
to. When one didn't see a friend for so long, naturally all 
sorts of juicy and interesting gossip built up inside which 
wasn't adequately released in the interim and could be 
used, justifiably now, for the purpose of lingering over a 
long coffee in Cantor's Delicatessen next door to DelFarm 
Foods.

	So that when Dora had lingered over the vegetables in 
DelFarm, pushing her shopping basket ahead of her 
listlessly, her mind churning confusedly over the problem 
of her husband's supposed infidelity, unable to 
concentrate, the sight of Jane Hammond at the next shopping 
basket had served delightfully to break her loose from her 
general feeling of helplessness and inability to cope.

	Immediately the two women gushed all over each other 
and chattered away like magpies. Dora's immediate feelings 
of marital discontent vanished with the first word, and 
when Jane suggested that they go next door to Cantor's and 
cut the grocery shopping short, the redheaded housewife 
immediately consented. They proceeded to the checkout 
counter with haste, and afterwards threw everything into 
the backs of their cars in hopelessly disorganized fashion. 
Now, seated in Cantor's over cups of steaming hot coffee, 
gazing around occasionally at the furious bustle and 
chatter of people around them, they concentrated mostly on 
their own conversation.

	It seemed ages since Dora had been so relaxed in the 
company of someone else, or indeed even taken the time out 
for a nibble in the delicatessen. Cantor's was just not a 
place that she frequented usually. The ultra-loud voices 
she usually encountered in Cantor's served ordinarily to 
give her a slight touch of migraine. Cantor's was not the 
sort of place she could ordinarily relax in. It was a big, 
square building made up in semi-neo-Jewish, modern-American 
with lights that were usually too bright, decorating and 
furnishings too garish, and aisles too clustered and active 
to adequately leave one at ease. And every ten seconds, 
from where they sat, came the splattering sound of the men 
behind the counter with their knives and white aprons 
serving up yet one more millionth corned beef sandwich on 
rye. It was Jewish paradise for anyone who liked that sort 
of thing.

	Yet now, gabbling away excitedly with her long-
disappeared friend, all Dora's disquiet left her and she 
noticed nothing else around her. The garish surroundings 
and ambiance of Cantor's did not intrude. Relaxing with 
Jane also loosened a flood of hunger messages from her 
stomach and brain, and she allowed herself to be coaxed 
into ordering as well a "nice" bowl of hot chicken soup 
with matzo balls and she ate, and ate. And when she 
finished the first bowl she ordered another. Very soothing 
and warm it was."But we haven't seen you in so long, dear!" 
she gushed, sipping her soup and knocking a bit a dark 
russet hair back from her eye.

	"I know," said Jane, with an unusual confident air 
for Jane. "Jack and I just seem to have shifted our circle 
of friends in the last year somehow. Did you miss us? Say 
you did."

	"You know we have," Dora laughed. "But all the girls 
at the club have been wondering about you, and asking me 
about you. Somehow they always assumed that you and I were 
the closest of friends, and that I'd always know what you 
were up to. But of course, I had to tell them that I hadn't 
known a thing."

	Jane smiled. There was a slightly superior air about 
her which Dora now perceived and found difficult to define. 
Could this really be Jane? Who had always been the least 
confident in their whole crowd? Dora had the distinct 
impression that something cataclysmic had happened which 
had served to change Jane's entire life -- or life style. 
What was it about her which she found so instinctively 
unsettling and disturbing? Was it that unearthly glow of 
satisfaction which seemed to persistently suffuse her 
attractive brunette features? That look of supreme 
confidence and ease in another woman which was usually 
traceable only to a total satisfaction derived from recent 
sexual adventure?

	Dora looked her old girl friend up and down. There 
was a change about Jane. A change which she had at first 
noticed only slightly in the thrill of their first meeting, 
but which now presented itself strongly for her attention 
and demanded that it be commented upon.

	But what was it, exactly? Certainly Jane had never 
previously allowed herself to wear her hair long, so long 
almost all the way down her back to her waist. Fluffy and 
thick, the kind of shining black hair any man would itch to 
run his hands through as if it were money. Formerly Jane 
had always worn her hair tied up severely in a ponytail. 
Dora couldn't remember when she had ever seen it down since 
they had entered high school together.

	Then there was the fact of her general posture. Her 
breasts seemed to swell out more voluptuously somehow. In 
the past there had always been a general impression that 
Jane was just a little embarrassed by their comment-
attracting size and alluring shape, but now she seemed to 
hold herself proudly, thrusting her chest out as if they 
clamored for attention. Which they did. Because the outfit 
she was wearing -- a navy blue suit with a sizable open 
"vee" containing a bright white sweater -- had obviously 
been tailored exactly to her mature, well rounded contours, 
so that every last proportion -- full, flaring hips as well 
as tiny waist -- was emphasized to the nth degree for 
maximum sexiness. That was not at all like the old Jane, 
who had usually showed up for club meetings all frumpy as 
if fresh from a rummage sale dressing room.

	And her face? What she done to it? Blue shadows on 
her eyelids, long false eyelashes, soft rose in her cheeks, 
pink lipstick covered with lip ice that worked around and 
over the real edges of her pretty bowed lips in an 
indefinably sensual way. Was this Jane Hammond, who crossed 
her lengthy, meaty thighs to show off her shapely knees, 
her skirt pulling all the way up to the top to reveal 
frilly white panties which did little to conceal the dark 
shadowy triangle of pubic hair beneath?

	Which even caused Dora to stammeringly suggest, "Uh, 
Jane, I don't like to tell you this, but you know, your 
skirt, uh, it's all the way up, dear, and ...

	Only to have Jane cut her off with a lazy, "Oh yes, 
dear, but it's so unseasonably warm today, don't you 
think?"

	Watching her old girl friend puffing easily on her 
long ebony cigarette holder, Dora didn't actually know what 
to think. This was not the same shy, ugly-duckling girl she 
had known for so many years. This was a confident, worldly, 
self-possessed sophisticate who would be completely at ease 
anywhere. Confident and sexually aware. What did she know -
- that Dora didn't? -- or what had she learned? The 
troubled redhead was piqued, like any woman, to think that 
there might be someone else around who was more sensually 
attuned than she herself. Did Jane need help in some way? 
Or, on the other hand, was it she herself, Dora, who could 
benefit from Jane? The picture was confused. She would have 
to learn more.

	"Well then," Dora said at last after all this 
pondering, which in reality took scarcely a few seconds, 
"tell us about what you've been up to. You look positively 
ravishing!" She looked up from under eyelids, adding slyly, 
"You haven't taken a lover, have you?"

	Jane's face solidified out of its previously relaxed 
expression, her eyes and eyebrows narrowing. "Whatever made 
you say that, Dora?" she asked.

	So! She had struck home with very first parry! Of 
course, what else could it be!?

	But now this realization that her instincts had been 
correct after all made her unaccountably nervous, and her 
coffee cup fairly rattled in the dish as she attempted to 
lift it.

	"Well, I don't know, dear ... It just seemed that 
you're awfully vivacious today, for some reason. Don't get 
upset."

	Jane looked down at her black-gloved hands and turned 
them in her lap as if studying them. It seemed as if she 
were blushing slightly, but there was so much artificial 
rose in her cheeks that it was really difficult to tell for 
certain. Dora wondered if she'd gaffed terribly. But no, 
the signs were all there. Oooh, her loins tingled as a lewd 
vision arose in her sex-obsessed brain of her friend Jane 
being ravished by some man other than her husband. Maybe it 
was a big burly factory worker she was having an affair 
with, or a tennis pro, or ...

	Dora found her breath coming heatedly. Until this 
very moment she hadn't been prepared to fully acknowledge 
what dire straits she herself was in, and how maddening her 
sexual thoughts had become recently. But now the thought of 
Jane committing adultery ... She had never in her life 
considered having anyone besides her wonderful Guy, 
although she had heard rumors that some wives occasionally 
strayed. She had always been faithful, however, and indeed 
even disinterested in anyone else. When Guy's enormous 
member was filling her up, pumping into her, the rest of 
the universe disappeared and that was all she could think 
of. And after her usual mind-splitting orgasms she was 
usually dead to the world and hopelessly relaxed and 
wafting on a cloud for days afterward.

	Except that recently those climaxes of mind-bending, 
shattering sweetness were becoming increasingly few and far 
between. She had become used to multiple orgasms with Guy 
through the years, truly fantastic flights whereby one 
orgasm took off from the plateau left by the last. This 
morning she had managed, by working very hard in her 
thoughts, to screw her loins up to feverish anticipatory 
pitch and break through to some sort of orgasm, but it was 
very far from the flesh-frazzling sort of fire she had 
become used to being burned up alive in.

	No, something had gone out of their relationship. 
Guy's foreplay had diminished as his desire for darkness 
had escalated, and occasionally she thought she caught him 
murmuring someone else's name. There was something not 
quite right about the whole thing when they made love now. 
It was as if he was thinking of someone else, mentally 
having intercourse with someone else.

	And now, the startling revelation that Jane Hammond -
- -of all people -- had discarded a normally frumpy 
personality through the inspiration of illicit behavior. It 
was something that bore thinking about, if only briefly. 
She had to know more.

	"No, I haven't taken offense, Dora," Jane looked up 
at her with sparkling, intelligent green eyes. "It's just 
that I would have thought that you'd be the last person to 
be capable of understanding."

	Now it was Dora's turn to blush and look down 
ungracefully at her coffee cup from that hard, 
sophisticated stare. Jane really made her feel like a 
country bumpkin all of a sudden, all thumbs and incapable 
of dressing properly. She touched a hand nervously to her 
hair. "Well, of course ..." Then abruptly she decided to 
face the whole thing head on, and she looked directly, 
demandingly into her old school friend's eyes. "But just 
what do you mean by that, Jane? I want you to tell me 
exactly. "

	Jane smiled tolerantly. She gestured with a black-
gloved hand. "But you know, dear -- you and Guy seem to 
have such a good thing going, you probably can't comprehend 
that anyone might enjoy the sexual company of someone other 
than her husband. But it's true, believe me. It's very 
possible indeed."

	"But with who?" Dora couldn't keep the tremor out of 
her voice. This mental voyeurism was undeniably exciting. 
All kinds of lewd pictures formed in her mind of Jane with 
other men like Jack Hammond. In all kinds of positions ... 
She gulped and something seemed to stick in her throat.

	But Jane only waved a hand airily, her lengthy 
cigarette holder with its king-size cigarette faintly 
reminiscent of movie femme fatales of the 1940's. "Oh, 
you'd be surprised, dear. But surely you don't want to know 
all of the gory details?"

	"Well, I ..." Dora blushed again and looked down at 
her hands. This was the telling moment. Should she say 
anything further, or allude to her own sexual problems. Or 
admit her blatantly prurient interest in hearing whatever 
tales of sexual debauchery Jane might care to provide?

	She decided to take the plunge.

	"Yes," she admitted as frankly as she could, looking 
at Jane without flinching. "I would like to hear all the -- 
as you put it -- 'gory' details. Tell me more, Jane."

	Jane looked at her strangely, and she was aware that 
her voice had responded with a trace of over eagerness. But 
she didn't care. Her loins were vaguely uncomfortable, and 
a sickly sweet sensation pervaded them, as Jane finally 
launched into the amazing tale through which she had 
finally arrived at her steep descent from grace.

	

	 Chapter 8

	"Well, you may remember, dear, how I used to be," 
Jane looked at her significantly. "Rather ungainly and ill-
at-ease among people. A dutiful wife who wouldn't have 
dreamed of ever entertaining a naughty thought, let alone 
carrying on with another man."

	"Yes, go on."

	"Well, this was all well and good so long as there 
was no pressure for me to change. I performed -- let's say 
I acquiesced -- in all my sexual duties just as a good wife 
should and as I expected Jack expected me to."

	"What then happened?"

	"Let me finish. All right then, so there I was being 
the perfect demure little home help. And all the time it 
wasn't what Jack wanted at all!"

	Dora looked down at her hands. And maybe she wasn't 
what Guy wanted anymore, either. He was thinking of someone 
else. Where had she gone wrong? "How did you find out?" she 
asked quietly.

	Jane shrugged. "Well, there was no mystery about it -
- Jack simply came and told me." Dora's eyes widened. "He 
told you?"

	"Yes, my dear. He said quite bluntly -- and rightly, 
too, I realize now from hindsight -- that I was not 
satisfactory in bed, and that he wondered if I would like 
to make a new arrangement with our lives."

	"What -- what did you say to that?" Dora breathed, 
mesmerized by the turn their conversation was taking.

	"Well, I was mortified by this amazing disclosure, 
but at the same time I wasn't quite sure what he meant. I 
asked him to explain -- which he did by taking out a 
walletful of obscene pictures showing people photographed 
in the most bizarre sexual situations one can imagine."

	"Jack did that?" Dora gasped, remembering little Jack 
Hammond and his funny walk which was more like a waddle. 
Imagine, him, a sexual athlete! A debauchee!

	"Yes -- and then he suggested that he needed only my 
agreement in order to gain membership for us in a very 
exclusive swap club which many of our friends on the North 
Shore already belonged to."

	Dora's breath was coming in primitive little pants 
now, her lust-infused breasts throbbing and heaving with 
emotion, her nostrils flaring, her loins all aflutter with 
something unmentionable. "You refused, of course."

	"Of course, my dear." Jane patted her hand. Then she 
shook her pretty brunette head. "But that wasn't the end of 
it, of course. Needless to say, I was shocked out of my 
prim little wits by Jack's licentious proposal, but once I 
had gasped out my instinctive rejection of it -- as 
fascinated as I was by the photographs he showed me of swap 
club behavior -- he was content to withdraw for the time 
being."

	Jane put out her cigarette after blowing one last 
smoke ring. Then she carefully removed the spent butt, 
dropped it into an ashtray, and dropped the cigarette 
holder into her handbag. She looked briefly across the 
table at Dora, who, despite the air conditioning in 
Cantor's, was feeling unseasonably warmish and shifting 
uncomfortably in her chair. Jane took another sip of coffee 
and went on:

	"But that was far from being the end of it. As you 
know, we have been childless thus far. Consequently it was 
not long before he was suggesting that we adopt a foster 
child. This seemed to me a civic-spirited suggestion, and I 
agreed, hoping that with a child in the house I could win 
back Jack's devotion."

	Jane smiled felinely as she remembered, and Dora 
wondered what irony it was that could produce such a 
strange smile.

	Jane continued, her eyes turning very smoky with 
remembrance, "Except that the child he selected was a 
devilishly good-looking Mexican boy of about fourteen. I 
was never sure about what Juan's problem at home was, but 
it couldn't have been his looks. Mmmm, he had dark flashing 
eyes with long jet black lashes, thick curly black hair all 
over his head that always seemed to be wet and shining, and 
that gorgeous olive complexion noted to Latin lovers. And 
his body was so gorgeous, Dora, you can't imagine. All 
lines and planes and angles and hard muscle and bone. A 
washboard stomach. Just like the sort of thing you imagine 
in a youth. He had the build of a high diver, which -- heh 
heh -- he was ..."

	A bittersweet, involuntary shiver rippled through 
Dora's sensitive sex-starved flesh and the triangular world 
of her loins swam with sensation. This was Jane, her good 
friend, talking, intimating that ... oh my God ... she 
didn't ... not with a young boy like that ... ohh ...

	"Well, you can guess the rest. Before very long I 
became hopelessly enamored of Juan. I couldn't keep my eyes 
from his magnificently sexy body, or keep from eyeing that 
gorgeous young face of his, with its beautifully kissable 
lips. True, he was just a boy, and I was a mature woman, 
but this only made the attraction greater. Ah, I used to 
watch him walking out back to the pool, the pouch in his 
tight black swim suit really bulging with masculinity. 
After awhile I was snorting like a bitch in heat if he so 
much as looked at me.

	"Don't look at me with such dismay, darling. You've 
never had to live under the same roof with a boy as 
handsome as that. Believe me, if you did, you'd sing a 
different tune. In a few months time he had really gotten 
under my skin, and he knew it, because one afternoon he 
came home from school and right into the kitchen, where he 
pushed his hands under my armpits and just grabbed my 
breasts. Well, you know, I've got plenty in the tits 
department, and I almost swooned, honest to God. He 
squeezed my breasts and licked my neck and must have played 
with my titties for a good ten minutes before I could bring 
myself to push him away."

	"What -- what did he say when you resisted?" Dora 
asked chokingly.

	Jane shrugged. "Oh, he didn't say anything." Then her 
eyes gleamed. "But then that night I heard him crying in 
the night. Jack was dead asleep, and I thought to myself, 
'I've got to help that poor boy,' and I went to his room to 
see what was the matter. I thought maybe it had something 
to do with his terrible home life before he'd come to live 
with us. Anyway, I had scarcely sat down on the bed before 
he grabbed me and pulled me down into his wiry strong brown 
arms. Darling, what a kiss! The sheet fell away and he was 
naked underneath, and his cock was just immense! He had the 
most beautiful equipment I'd ever seen in my life!"

	Dora gasped and snorted. She could feel her cunt 
cringing as if a man were lewdly fingering it. The man's 
finger was still working its way slowly up inside, and she 
pressed her thighs tightly together. She wanted to say 
something, anything, but she felt as if she'd been struck 
dumb.

	Jane sighed. "Well, I guess I just lost my head. I 
started sucking on his beautiful young cock to beat the 
band, and in a matter of seconds darling I must have 
swallowed a whole mouthful of sticky sweet cum, darling. 
Mmmm, what a boy!" Her nostrils flared and her eyes rolled. 
"Then, of course, I was all the way gone. He sucked on my 
titties and then (she lowered her voice to a whisper) I 
fucked him riding up and down on top of him. After that he 
ate my cunt, honest to God, just licked it all out, and 
chewed on it, and stuffed his finger up my ass -- he fucked 
that later too -- and then after that we tried a lot of 
different things. I tell you, with a teenage boy your 
staying problems are over!"

	"Staying problems?"

	"Yes, you know. A teenager hardly ever loses his 
hard-on. He can fuck you ten times a night and never notice 
it. After his fourteenth orgasm he might grunt and look a 
little tired, but he'll still go a long time, believe me. 
No early fainting like with the average husband. You do 
understand, don't you, Dora?"

	Dora nodded dumbly and gulped, her heart racing out 
of control beneath her heaving breasts upon which the 
nipples had already popped into hardened, sensitive life. 
"Yes, yes," she croaked huskily, "I-I understand."

	Jane put her hand over hers and smiled. "I knew you 
would, dear." She settled back and played with her platinum 
bracelet. "Of course, this is just the first part of the 
story -- because after we had been fucking and sucking and 
licking for about three hours -- imagine, I thought I was 
going in there only to comfort him, ha! -- it turns out 
that Jack had been photographing us from the bathroom the 
whole while! Now I couldn't refuse to go swapping with him 
or he could blackmail me to our friends -- but that didn't 
matter, anyway, because Juan had opened my eyes. It didn't 
matter that he'd been paying Juan all along and that it had 
been a put-up job. Now all I wanted was sex anyway. So we 
had a swinging menage a trois ..."

	"A what?"

	"Menage a trois -- that's French for triple fucking 
and sucking and everything else -- and after that I was 
really prepared to go along with anything. I was hooked, 
believe me." Jane picked up her handbag and began rummaging 
through it. "Here, maybe I have some photos you could look 
at -- you'll see what I mean ... Now, where did I put those 
..."

	Dora put a hand to her throat and looked around the 
restaurant with startled eyes similar to those of a 
partridge uncovered by a hunter in tall grass. Besides 
everything, Jane's lewd description of her fall from grace 
had set up a furious turmoil in the love-starved redhead's 
loins. Suck, fuck, all those filthy words she had been 
taught to avoid ... fucking in the ass ... oh God, this was 
dreadful ... disgusting ... and yet ... and yet ...

	"Oh, here they are," Jane gloated, taking the 
pictures out of her purse. She thumbed through them 
briefly, sighing nonchalantly, "Of course, these are mainly 
Polaroids from swapping. I see I don't have any of Juan. 
What a pity. Such a beautiful boy, too. Well, have a look 
at these, dear, and tell me what you think."

	A sharp steel band seemed to be cutting with evil 
pressure into Dora's forehead on a line just above her 
eyebrows. Her eyes widened until there was a full circle of 
white around the edges. Her nostrils breathed hotly, her 
mouth partly open, as she accepted the photographs and 
dazedly began to thumb through them.

	And there it was -- the most ghastly scenes a middle-
class mind could possibly imagine! Jane Hammond in lewd 
embrace with any number of strange men, being fornicated 
with their slick shining penises buried deep within the 
soft black curl-covered mound of her moist pubic hair, or 
her mouth wrapped around their penises, devouring, sucking 
on them ... and her husband Jack was there too, having 
intercourse with some gorgeous young redhead, or brunette, 
or blonde, or ... having his penis sucked by them ... or 
sucking on their large, their medium, their small hard 
breasts ... or licking tantalizingly between the glistening 
folds of their wide-splayed cunts ...

	And then suddenly there was a photograph peeping out 
of the group so startlingly obscene in its display that it 
made all the rest of them pale by comparison. Dora gasped 
and put her hand to her throat, dropping the rest of the 
pictures to the table and floor. Jane exclaimed something 
and bent ungracefully to retrieve them. Curious glances 
were being shot their way from the other tables.

	"Jane ... Jane ..." Dora breathed brokenly, "what ... 
what is that ..." She held the photograph up limply in her 
trembling hand.

	Jane peered over and around at it, shuffling the 
other pictures and dropping them negligently into her 
purse.

	"That, dear? Why, that's Shep, the Carter's dog. You 
remember them -- from Sunnyvale Avenue in the oak-tree 
belt. Handsome, isn't he?"

	Dora gulped. Her eyes fastened unbelievingly on the 
amazing scene in the photograph. So far as she could tell -
- as much as her middle-class brain cried out that it 
simply could not be true -- her fiercely pounding heart was 
telling her that this picture depicted a real-life 
photograph, not a montage, of Jane Hammond being fornicated 
in her anus by a large, powerful German shepherd, its sleek 
brown coat shining, its long pink tongue hanging out of its 
smartly good-looking face, its forepaws mounted on Jane's 
bare milky white back. And once that had registered, the 
shocked woman tried to grasp the rest of it, for there was 
not merely naked Jane Hammond and the dog in the picture 
... for Jane was also sucking on a man's penis, very large 
and heavily swollen with blood-engorged blue veins, while 
still a third party -- he looked like a twelve year old 
boy, very blonde and blue-eyed, was lying on his back 
underneath Jane's hanging breasts and sucking on one of 
them while he squeezed the other.

	Time seemed to stand still as Dora struggled 
wretchedly to classify the amazing scene that was so 
clearly catalogued before her in blazing Technicolor. Her 
mind and senses could not immediately grasp it. She stared 
at the photograph with the same fascination a rabbit shows 
for the hypnotizing cobra, and with the same concentration 
of mental effort. She struggled to analyze, to classify, to 
categorize, just what was going on. But none of it 
resembled in the remotest sense anything else she had ever 
witnessed in her entire sexual life, having been confined 
as it was to just one man, her husband Guy Donovan.

	Her breasts heaved with emotion, the triangle of her 
mature, hair-fluffed pussy felt as if it were being stabbed 
with tiny needles. There was Jane Hammond, the dog panting 
above and behind her, its long red penis shining with 
something sticky and wet as it obviously slid in and out of 
her nether hole or wherever it was -- perhaps it was 
actually sliding in and out of her cunt, but with a two-
dimensional photo it was hard to tell - the man's lust-
inflated member all thick and shining with white milky cum 
echoing slightly from the edges of Jane's hungrily sucking 
lips ... her long black hair falling out over-her back and 
sides ... the boy sucking on her enormous breasts ...

	Dora closed her eyes and felt slightly faint. Her 
loins were literally swarming with sensations both warm and 
honeyish at the same time. In another moment she felt as if 
she might swoon ... and then it came ... the abrupt 
tickling of her pussy by someone's insolent finger through 
the side elastic of her thin white panties! Only this time 
it was for real! "Why -- Jane! What are you doing?"

	Jane smiled innocently from across the table, 
perfectly composed. A casual observer wouldn't have had any 
idea that her hand was beneath the table, one finger 
tickling maddeningly at the center of her friend's 
vulnerable pubic region.

	"Just seeing if you were turned on, darling." She 
withdrew her hand and placed it on the coffee cup with the 
other. Her index finger shone wetly at its tip where it had 
teased the lips of Dora's urgently seething pussy. "I see 
that you are." She bent her head slyly to the coffee cup, 
continuing to watch Dora.

	"Why, I ..." Dora attempted to protest, but it came 
out very weak indeed. Jane's finger had pushed the urgency 
in her loins past the danger point. Her breathing seemed to 
be coming very fast. She glanced downward and found her 
breasts swelling very firmly against the ordinarily 
shapeless Monday dress, wondering why they were aching so -
- was it the intense erotic pressure generated by the lewd 
photographs Jane had so casually passed to her? Now her 
morning orgasm had been really totally forgotten beneath 
the heady onslaught of the urgent hedonistic sensations 
promulgated via Jane's Polaroids. And that dog -- God! 
Despite her best control and intentions, the sight of the 
German shepherd's sex-slickened shaft impaled within Jane's 
nether cheeks was probably the sexiest thing she had ever 
seen.

	Of course, one occasionally heard people making jokes 
about human beings having relations with good-looking 
masculine animals like German shepherds, but she had always 
tacitly assumed that this was mere legend and talk. Dreams 
in the night -- or nightmares. One thought of the horned-
headed satyrs with torsos like men set on horses' bodies. 
And dogs, of course. Beasts of the field.

	But here, in Evanston? Wilmette, the North Shore? It 
seemed scarcely believable.

	"You don't believe it, do you?" Jane asked after an 
almost-tangible silence, leaning back in her chair and 
looking at her old girl friend. She smiled, "More to the 
point, you don't want to believe it -- that a woman could 
really go out of her mind being fucked by a dog."

	Fucked by a dog. That phrase stuck heatedly in Dora's 
sex-parched brain. What would it be like ... to actually 
have that bright pink-red penis sliding as slickly in and 
out of one's vagina ... cuntal walls clutching hungrily at 
it ... grasping it ... as it passed achingly, agonizingly 
on through ... And then she remembered ... remembered what 
it was that had finally accomplished her orgasm with Guy 
that very morning. In the heat and anxiety of everything 
else, coupled with ever-present necessity of running the 
household, she had totally forgotten. But it had actually 
been the thought and remembered vision in her lust-craving 
head of their powerful pet brute fucking hard into that 
other dog in the park ...

	"You can't believe that a woman could actually enjoy 
it, can you?" Jane was repeating, leaning across the table 
with her heavily rounded breasts ballooning out over the 
edge beneath her tight-fitting suit and sweater. "Can't 
believe how wonderful it would be to have a dog's penis 
inside of your cunt instead of a man's ... can't believe 
what a wonderful, soul-rending shag it could be to have a 
dog fucking you ... because a dog is the fastest animal 
alive, believe me ... and once you've been fucked with one 
you don't want anything else ... positively searing ... in 
your asshole or your cunt, baby, believe me ... I know ... 
you don't have time for inhibitions or thinking about your 
position, or considering mentally whether or not you're 
enjoying it or going to enjoy it ... because a dog won't 
let you ... doesn't give you that kind of time ... won't 
give you a single instant's respite ... because he just 
keeps fucking you to beat the band without stop ... faster 
than Guy ... faster than anything you ever had in your life 
... reams out your entire soul ... it's nothing you can 
implore or control ... you have to either swim with it and 
enjoy it or go stark out of your mind ..."

	Her lust-inciting words droned on and on. Dora felt 
as if she were being carried away on an inexorable tide of 
emotion. If this had been a strange man using such filthy 
words with her, she would have called for a policeman. But 
this was one of her best friends, Jane Hammond. She had 
known Jane ever since they were small girls together in 
kindergarten, when her name had been Jane Marshall. And now 
it was her beloved Jane mouthing these sickening -- yet 
fearfully exciting -- imprecations over and over and over 
... not some street slut, or some sex maniac, but ordinary, 
middle class Jane Hammond ... uttering these obscene sexy 
phrases that Dora couldn't even bring herself to repeat 
under any circumstance ... Jane Hammond, her beloved friend 
... a woman of good character and background her own age 
... of presumably the same needs and desires, the same 
satisfactions ... a person of greater similarity could not 
be imagined ... same background ... same voluptuous body 
yearning to break free of the dreadful taboos and 
inhibitions which so wound up tightly their every day lives 
so that one could scarcely move, or speak, or think, or 
enjoy ... Jane Hammond ... who had been made love to by a 
dog, a huge menacing-looking German shepherd very similar 
to her beloved muscular and powerful Brute, whom she had 
loved ever since he was a puppy ... and thereby indulging 
in the most obscene act that the mind of man -- or woman -- 
could conceive ...

	Uttering a stifling little sob of indeterminate 
origin, Dora suddenly leapt to her feet and made for the 
door as swiftly as she could. Within her massive heaving 
breasts her heart pounded erratically like an African tom-
tom, drowning her ears in sound. She had to get out -- out 
-- anywhere! But away from this terrible thing which was 
threatening to consume her, this dreadful itching and 
burning sensation in her loins which was half driving her 
out of her mind! Anywhere, but out! Away!

	And this was the sight that the shocked Jane Hammond 
saw as she looked after her swiftly departing friend as she 
moved like a voluptuous wraith among the unseen tables of 
Cantor's Delicatessen and finally out into the sunlit 
street, hurrying off at a frantic pace towards her car. A 
lushly proportioned woman with long russet auburn hair and 
flushed red cheeks, her shapely breasts rubbing in excited 
unrest against the inadequate confines of her thin spring 
shift. And that was the last she saw of her old friend.

	But Jane Hammond smiled to herself as she turned to 
finish her coffee and enjoy another long, lingering 
cigarette.

	Because she knew without a doubt what the outcome was 
going to be of all of Dora's frenetic activity and rush for 
the fresh open air.

	It was inevitable.

	

	Chapter 9

	For a long period Dora Donovan just drove aimlessly 
around, her thoughts a myriad confusion of various things. 
For one thing she just couldn't seem to sort out her 
violent sexual reaction to the photograph of her friend 
Jane Hammond in a lewd relationship with that powerful 
German shepherd, its slick pink penis thrust deep in her 
sex-slickened ass-cheeks. Yet obviously it had thrilled 
her.

	Dora sighed. It seemed scarcely credible that life 
could take such a turn. Conservative, shy little Jane. Out 
of a Jekyl-and-Hyde transformation, into the brunette 
Marilyn Monroe, sultry, sexy, knowing exactly what she 
wanted and prepared to do anything to get it.

	Dora looked down at her own voluptuous body, her 
breasts gradually subsiding from their uncontrollable 
excitement of a half hour before in Cantor's restaurant. 
She shivered involuntarily. What was wrong with her? She 
had the same sort of equipment as Jane. Her proportions had 
often been complimented and called beautiful by earnest 
swains -- first when she was a teenager, and then later 
when, married to Guy, 'friends of the family' tried to put 
the make on her at the North Shore Country Club and 
elsewhere. Of course, she was always flattered by men's 
attentions, and not a little flirtatious and a bit of a 
tease in return on her own part. Still, she had never 
dreamed that she could get excited over anything except her 
wonderful husband Guy and his generously proportioned 
genitals.

	So with all of her own generously rounded contours, 
said so often to be 'made for love,' why should she 
hesitate to use them in order to find physical satisfaction 
and quench this terrible, heedless burning sensation in her 
loins?

	Why, indeed?

	Yet at the same time that was not something that one 
could calculate mathematically in a civil engineering way. 
So many tons of concrete make so many buildings and so many 
orgasms, and so forth. No, love and sex was something that 
had to come naturally, from the bottom of one's heart.

	The confused housewife looked around her. For some 
reason she had ended up at Eden Plaza alongside the big 
Carson Pirie store. She slowed into the parking lot after a 
careful left turn on Mannheim Road, then gradually came to 
a stop. Settling down cozily in the seat, she sighed again 
for the millionth time and took out a cigarette. She lit up 
and blew broken smoke rings; Jane's had been solid and 
perfect. So even there, she was no competition now.

	Where had she driven on this pleasant spring day? She 
couldn't remember exactly. Partly on Dempster Street after 
DelFarm, partly on the expressway. She couldn't remember 
exactly, because she had meandered quite a lot.

	If only she could figure out who it was that Guy 
imagined himself carrying on with when they had 
intercourse.

	But then that would solve nothing. There was, after 
all, no way of interfering with a man's thoughts if he 
wanted to think something.

	For that matter, she could be entirely mistaken about 
the whole thing; imagining it, and then her useless 
accusations might ruin everything.

	But she wasn't imagining her discomfiture and 
inability to achieve her usual heights of ecstasy. Whether 
Guy was thinking of someone else or not, or whether she was 
just imagining it, the fact still remained that her loins 
were becoming desperately unsettled.

	So why couldn't she do as Jane had done? Find 
satisfaction, anywhere she could. She was a human being and 
she had a right to it. Or was she going to have to go on 
imagining Brute every time she needed a climax?

	Just then a pedigree German shepherd passed in front 
of the car, held severely on a leash by a rather 
overbearing looking woman. For no reason she was quite sure 
of, Dora instinctively slumped down in her seat.

	The dog was just medium-sized. No match for her own 
dog Brute, of course, but there was a sort of sleek, 
masculine beauty about the way he held his handsome head on 
his strong, sturdy young neck. Automatically, Dora found 
herself looking between his legs for his "equipment. " 
Would they be as nice as Brute's was?

	The commanding woman guiding him opened the car door 
not far from hers. "Now, you naughty doggy," Dora overheard 
her say, "you must behave yourself. Mama won't tolerate any 
more of that fooling around with young wives in the 
supermarket. Am I making myself clear?"

	For answer -- to Dora's amazement and excitement -- 
the dog suddenly stuck its snout underneath the woman's 
dress and seemed to be nosing up inside there!

	Dora gasped and held her throat. The woman staggered 
against the car, seemed to have difficulty getting her 
breath, and giggled nervously as a schoolgirl. The woman 
looked around anxiously as well, to see if anyone was 
looking. Dora slumped down further in her seat.

	"Now, dear, you musn't do that! You know how that 
makes Mama feel! Stop immediately, darling! Ooooh, you dear 
you ... but someone might be looking ... hurry in the car 
dear and let's hurry home. Mama can't wait to get your big 
fat tongue on her juicy hot cunt! Now, get in the car!"

	Dora gasped again, choked nervously on something 
which seemed to stick in her throat, and coughed awkwardly. 
Furious sensations assailed her. She had to get home! A 
cold shower was just the thing! Somehow -- anyhow -- she 
had to break this tightly woven erotic thread which was 
threatening to strangle her in its rapidly closing vise-
like grip!

	Reaching home at last, the unsettled young redhead 
put the shopping listlessly on the kitchen table and laid 
down her purse. Then she trudged slowly upstairs, brushed 
her hand in back of her neck and up under her hair. Without 
thinking, she strolled to the bathroom, closed the door 
behind her and began taking off her clothes.

	In another moment she was naked, and pausing to whirl 
before the various mirrors in the bathroom, she whipped her 
long dark auburn hair wildly about her milk-white 
shoulders. She cupped the heavy white mounds of her breasts 
in her hands and slowly, tantalizingly thumbed her nipples. 
What man could possibly fail to love those, she wondered? 
Guy had sucked on them for years without stop.

	Still idly rubbing her naked flesh, she found herself 
wondering if the dog she saw in the parking lot at Carson's 
ever sucked and licked at his mistress' breasts. She 
imagined his lengthy red tongue streaking out -- sending 
fierce rippling shivers all through the woman's tingling 
flesh ...

	Dora shivered herself. How had she gotten onto this? 
Thoughts of Brute this morning, then Jane's obscene -- but 
fascinating -- Polaroid snapshot, and finally the woman 
with that dog in the parking lot ...

	An involuntary quiver of desire broke through the 
young wife's entire voluptuous body. Abruptly, as if drawn 
by a magnet, she pressed her fingers hard inside the 
swollen lips of her hotly tingling pussy with a soft moan 
of ardent surrender. Just as abruptly, she gasped and drew 
them out. She had to get into the shower!

	Occasionally as the needle spray -- first hot then 
cold -- prickled at her flushed and flaming flesh, she 
still retained some of that urgent desire, but gradually it 
tended to evaporate. Except for those moments when she 
unthinkingly soaped herself up between her legs as if to 
thoroughly wash out her cunt. Fortunately she managed to 
catch herself in time, however. She didn't want to fall 
into that obscene trap of masturbatory lust, and swore that 
she would resist it with everything in her.

	At long last Dora managed to regain some kind of 
control over her over-excited body. Turning off the shower, 
she stepped out of it and began narcissistically toweling 
her voluptuous contours, fondling her nakedly glistening 
flesh just a little more affectionately with a rough cloth 
than she should have.

	And then she heard it. A soft kind of mewling, partly 
pleading, begging, half-crazed under some sort of torment. 
A chill of primitive fear raced through her. What was going 
on in her house!?

	Wrapping the bath towel loosely around her breasts 
and buttocks, water still dripping from her hair-thick 
pubic "vee," she flung off her shower cap and raced into 
the hall.

	"Oooooooh, please ... oh no ... please don't ... OH 
GOD!"

	It was June! In some kind of trouble! But where was 
she? Visions of a half-crazed murderer with her beautiful 
blonde daughter at his lecherous mercy raced through Dora's 
excited mind. She had to find her!

	"Darling ... ooooooh that's it, lover ... oh darling 
... Goooooooood ... just slide it into me lover ... 
ooooohhhhhh ..."

	It was coming from June's bedroom! ... But the words 
had altered so that now it was evident that June was not in 
danger -- she was misbehaving, probably with some boy she 
had brought home from school! That little hussy! Dora would 
show her! Mortified by what she assumed to be twelve year 
old indiscretion, she hurried down the corridor to June's 
room.

	Seething with rage, June's mother paused before the 
door, through which she could hear the continuing and 
fiercely rousing sounds of young lust being fulfilled.

	"Darling ... oh yes ... that's it ... oh darling ... 
I love you ... fuck me ... darling ..."

	Fuck her? Dora had assumed she had stumbled on merely 
a hot petting session, but this was too much. June was only 
twelve years old! At the very least she could have the 
decency to hold onto her virginity at least a little 
longer! But to do it right here in her own home ...! 
Furious, Dora pushed open the door ahead of her.

	And froze with heart-stopping shock right where she 
stood!

	For there, in the middle of June's frilly little-girl 
bed, was her beautiful blonde daughter crouching on all 
fours, her long hair hanging forward around her face and 
down onto the bed, her ripely developing breasts brushing 
against the coverlet -- while in back of her, accompanied 
by ecstatic mewling whimpers and sighs from both parties, 
was the family dog Brute, his heavy forepaws on her pale 
smooth back, his red tongue hanging loosely out of his 
mouth, as his huge, shining animal-cock slid with a soft 
obscene sucking sound in and out of June's tight little 
cunt!

	Dora clutched at the door, afraid for the moment that 
she was going to swoon away into a dead faint. This ... 
this was too much ...

	The bath towel fell away from her opulent flesh and 
her skin began to cool over-fast, covering quickly with 
goose bumps. Her glazed, unbelieving eyes fastened 
breathlessly on the amazing lewd sight taking place on her 
own darling little daughter's bed. She couldn't tear her 
eyes away. The lewd thought of this powerful German 
shepherd fucking into her naked and defenseless young 
daughter who was quaking on the bed with each violent 
animal thrust between her thighs, sent shivers of erotic 
sensuality coursing madly down Dora's spine. Yet her eyes 
glued to the lewd scene, unable to shift for a single 
instant. The evil fascination of June's depraved ravishment 
held her glued to the spot and unable to breathe, and up 
between her trembling thighs, the lips of her own vagina 
throbbed relentlessly, fast becoming gorged with blood and 
desire. Tiny pulsations of sensual need spread electrically 
through the small swollen bud of her clitoris and she bit 
her lower lip tightly to hold back the forbidden sensations 
which were now assaulting her aching loins.

	Could this really be her sweet blonde June, bent over 
so obscenely on all fours with their huge watchdog mounted 
on the softly spread rounds of her buttocks, his glistening 
penis sliding slickly in and out of her virginal vagina? 
Before her very eyes, that shining, scarlet instrument 
slipped in and out of the hot wet sheath between June's 
legs, occasionally pulling all the way out to disclose its 
dripping, tapered head. Then June would moan with lust and 
wiggle her buttocks back onto it. The tapered point slipped 
and danced in her hot, moist anal crevice as Brute jerked, 
trying in vain to bury his glittering penis in her hot 
young body once more.

	June looked back sobbing, oblivious to anything else 
except the intense need to recapture that lengthening shaft 
of animal hardness deep in her wanting cunt. Like a bitch 
in heat she bucked back against her pet, but the sharp 
cock-tip missed momentarily, then slid upward at a sharp, 
deadly angle, through her ass-cheeks, toward the snug 
little pucker of her anus. Then it righted itself and 
plunged deep, deep into June's pleading vagina, eliciting a 
cry from the helpless young blonde child that was partly 
agony and partly excruciated delight.

	Then Brute began fucking into her generously with 
great speed, his sperm-bloated crevice swatting softly 
underneath into her sensitive hair-fringed pussy crevice, 
rubbing against his twelve year old blonde mistress's tiny 
clitoris and drawing increased moans of lust from her lips 
with every last sway and nudge.

	The hot red glow of his jabbing penis contrasted 
sharply with the fevered pink flesh of June's passion-
inflamed cunt, and watching from the doorway, Dora found 
herself unable to breathe, although she snorted hoarsely. 
Something was taking violent hold of her. It was as if she 
were the person being so furiously fucked by their handsome 
German shepherd ... yes, as if she were the one who had 
Brute's powerful cock sliding oh so wonderfully in and out, 
in and out ... of her cunt ... or ... or even her anus ...

	Dora moaned and her nostrils flared, her fingers 
sliding purposefully lower across her belly towards the 
soft, tangled "vee" of hair between her weak and tremulous 
legs ...

	The huge dog was bucking madly into her beautiful 
daughter now, although his eyes occasionally glanced at 
Dora. His tongue, shining with saliva, lolled lasciviously 
out of his slavering head. His huge cudgel looked bloated 
and much too great for June's tender virginal pussy to 
take, but there was no doubt that the twelve year old 
blonde was taking it, moaning all the I while with 
increased delirium with each wonderfully savage thrust. It 
slithered forward with a wet lewd rush until it was sunk to 
the hilt, Brute's hairy balls swinging below her passion-
moistened pubic hair and slapping at her clitoris as if 
spanking her. A moan of tremulous lust broke from June's 
lips, and she moved rhythmically backwards to meet the 
loving thrust of the panting dog. As his forelegs trapped 
her wasp-like waist, she began to undulate her body and 
move her buttocks in licentious little circles, abandoning 
herself totally to the delicious animal fucking she was 
receiving from behind. When her face turned sidewise, it 
was evident to Dora that her daughter was really and truly 
in love enjoying this obscene bestiality. But then ... 
could she blame June? Her lovely young features were so 
contorted with rapture from the delicious screwing the 
beast was having in her, and her soft-fleshed young breasts 
danced crazily beneath her writhing torso, moving in time 
to the dog's deep-skewering member as it slid far up into 
her from behind, a relentless hot poker of flesh burying 
itself deeply into her lust-churned belly.

	Dora's breath was coming in tight, sharply punctuated 
little gasps and the burning sensation bubbling in her 
stomach and breasts had expanded wildly in maddening 
intensity with each moment she watched her beautiful blonde 
daughter being ravished by her animal lover. Her naked 
flesh was fairly dripping perspiration in the musky, close 
room as her fingers began to wander, unheeded within the 
soft wet lips of her love-starved pussy. A trickle of 
perspiration ran down from her navel and became lost in the 
tight russet curls of her pubic hair. The moist, hair-lined 
flanges of her throbbing cunt felt as if they had been 
stuffed into a live light socket, they tingled so. She bit 
harder on her lower lip, but all control was swiftly 
fading.

	The aroused mother's forehead was covered with tiny 
sparkling beads of perspiration, and another trickle ran 
down the valley between lush, succulent full breasts, which 
felt ripe as tropical fruit in the middle of July. Her 
nerves felt shattered and her mind whirled with indecision. 
She knew that she must do something, but it was by far too 
late, for she knew as well that now her body and its 
mindless lusts had taken command, and pushed her brain with 
all if its stern moral compunctions deeply into the 
background. Her belly was tingling with electricity and she 
could feel the seeping wetness between her thighs 
increasing with each long moment she stood here watching. 
The blood was rushing in her ears like a mighty river 
unleashed through a break in an earthen dam. No feeling in 
her life had ever effected her like this before.

	Up on the bed, her daughter's obscenely swaying body 
moved beneath the savage onslaught of Brute's penile charge 
as he humped the kneeling girl without stop. And she 
appeared to have gone totally out of her mind now, moaning 
out lewd encouragement to him through fearsomely clenched 
teeth. She was begging the dumb beast to fuck her harder 
and faster and to spew his boiling animal cum deep inside 
her cunt. She was begging that she wanted to be filled to 
the brim with his canine sperm and that in her madness for 
him that was all that mattered. To all intents June 
appeared to be no longer even human, but just a quivering 
youthful mass of lust-deranged, sweating flesh pleading to 
be subjugated by the animal behind her. She was reveling in 
her humiliation before this furry beast, and grinding her 
buttocks back agonizingly against his hairy jerking body 
like a bitch in heat.

	Dora watched in abject fascination. Tiny rivulets of 
moisture were building in the curvaceous cleft of June's 
rotating young buttocks. They glistened and tiny droplets 
ran slowly down the backs of her thighs almost to the 
swelling half-moons of her well-shaped calves.

	And on the other side of the room, Dora's large, 
budding nipples tingled with aroused sensuality and her 
fingers were filling up with secretion from her sex-drugged 
vagina. Guilty pleasure throbbed and bubbled without pause 
through her seductive flesh without pause. Her eyes riveted 
hotly on June and Brute's unnatural coupling -- her two 
children panting with furious unconcealed lust and devotion 
for one another. The flood between her thighs was sticky 
and warm, and she closed her eyes tightly and gave herself 
over completely to the rolling sensations of pleasure 
coursing so urgently, commandingly through her flaming 
loins. It was almost as if Brute were fucking her now, too 
... she could almost feel his penis hot up inside her, all 
warm and thick and slippery, rolling around ... A gush of 
shame broke through her at the waves of indecent pleasure 
which had so effectively eliminated all impulse to move.

	God, what should she do? What could she do? This was 
sheer lunacy!

	Her own invading fingers probed lingeringly, 
maddeningly at the soft moist flesh of her desire-swollen 
cuntal walls. Her lust-moisture now covered the palm of her 
hand almost completely, and her own fingers moving in tight 
little circles inside her body was driving her out of her 
mind. The fire raging in her savagely contracting vagina 
was out of control by far. And the sight of her gorgeous 
blonde daughter being buffeted into the squeaking mattress 
by the huge German shepherd, being skewered without mercy, 
and loving it, was just too much for the sex-hungry mother 
to take!

	Then suddenly, up there on the bed, June suddenly 
began sobbing her heart out, twisting her head wildly from 
side to side to make her long golden tresses fly about her 
shoulders. And then Dora recognized what was happening.

	June was in the beginning throes of an orgasm. Which 
was why the ecstatic pre-teen was screwing her buttocks 
back on Brute's invading shaft with such frenetic 
greediness. With her honey-blonde hair flying around, she 
looked like a she-demon going insane for sex, as the giant 
animal's tongue lolled from his mouth and he fucked up 
between her quivering thighs from behind. Saliva dripped 
from his open mouth onto the cream-like expanse of her 
smooth young back.

	"Rip me! Tear me! DARLING!" June whined, ramming back 
wildly against the humping dog just as he jerked forward 
and Dora's eyes widened -- because she could tell with 
heart-stopping certainty that now Brute was reaching 
climax, too. His haunches seemed to be shuddering, and then 
his cock was spitting white-hot semen in hard spurts deep 
into June's ardently clasping young cunt. Dora watched in 
drugged fascination from the bedroom doorway, her own 
fingers moving faster as June's shapely young buttocks 
began contracting uncontrollably, signaling the child's 
orgiastic upheaval deep in her quivering belly. The German 
shepherd's thick white cum oozed wetly and lewdly from her 
tightly clasping vagina squeezing desperately around his 
penis, then ran down the ivory columns of her thighs. Her 
buttocks glistened, displaying cum-soaked pubic hair and 
tender ravaged pink flesh as she suddenly pitched forward 
on her face into a lazy, post-orgasmic doze.

	Brute's deflating penis slipped from her mercilessly 
mauled passageway with a sucking noise that echoed lewdly 
through the panting silence of the bedroom. June appeared 
to be out cold, while her animal dominator stood above her 
wagging his tail with patent appreciation. In a final act 
of depravity he dropped his snout to her widespread thighs 
and licked at the sticky white semen oozing back out of her 
still quivering young cunt, gulping it down hungrily until 
she was licked clean.

	And then -- and then he turned to look at Dora ...

	

	Chapter 10

	Overcome with emotion, without even noticing what she 
was doing, June's mother had gradually slid to the floor, 
more or less in a kneeling position. Against her mental 
will, her hands and fingers burrowed down between her 
shaking white thighs and groped inside the throbbing moist 
mass of her pubic hair. Her legs scissored open on the 
carpet, and she fingered her own passion-wet cuntal slit, 
moaning soft and low with sensual anticipation of her own 
climax. The tips of her fingers drew the narrow hair-
fringed furrow apart, exposing the blood-swollen lips of 
her palpitating cunt to the warm, overheated air of her 
daughter's bedroom.

	With a primitive groan, the aroused young mother sunk 
her middle finger deep into the little viscous mouth of her 
vagina. She held her breath, her eyes rolling ecstatically, 
her vagina feeling as if it were burning up and demanding 
much more than a single finger to feed its savage needs. 
Without hesitation, she inserted another finger, drawing 
her knees up on the rug with her buttocks waving high in 
the air. There was the creak of bedsprings as Brute leapt 
from the bed to the floor, and she crammed her fingers 
deeper into the secreting moistness of her vagina, her mind 
still full of lewd pictures of her twelve year old 
daughter's body locked beneath Brute's as his penis slid 
home and then out again.

	Dora rocked back and forth on the floor, driving her 
fingers lewdly in and out of her burning cunt with ecstatic 
little sighs. She could still see Brute's huge thick cock 
ramming its glistening way into June's tenderly clasping 
young vagina, sinking between her parted thighs like a 
massively thick red log. Now Dora's hands became that 
gleaming shaft of flesh, and her gasps began to match all 
the others that had broken from June's sex-drenched lips in 
the past few minutes.

	In her passion-crazed mind, Dora wanted only what her 
adolescent daughter had gotten. She wanted to be savagely 
split too, she wanted to be fucked, to use Jane Hammond's 
horrid word. Oh, how she wished Guy was here now pumping 
his own cum filled cock into her hot searing passage.

	But her thoughts weren't enough as her mind raced 
lasciviously. She had to have more ... more ... anything 
... in desperation she curled up, reached back over her 
buttocks, searched that hot wet crevice, and then tried 
frenziedly to stuff a finger deep into her small puckered 
anus between her shivering moon-shaped buttocks, gasping as 
in her haste a fingernail dug into the soft fleshy walls, 
sending a sharp jolt of pain through her quivering body. 
She stilled, panting for a moment, and then took up her 
fierce masturbatory rhythm again, now with lingers stuffed 
lewdly in both apertures. Her full firm breasts hung in 
shapely, joggling unrest off both sides of her chest, her 
nipples fairly bursting with life. "Ooooooh -- oh -- oh!" 
she cried, electric tingles racing madly through her 
passion-drenched flesh, her whole body seeming to vibrate 
under her demanding fingers ...

	But by now, unseen to her in her mindless, hypersexed 
state, Brute had lowered his head to his helpless mistress' 
soft pink hair-covered pussy and was sniffing lustfully at 
the musky-scented flesh. The great German shepherd's tail 
wagged as his body trembled and his penis began elongating 
and tingling all over again, even though he had just 
finished with this woman's less than teenage daughter.

	Suddenly Dora moaned instinctively in terror as the 
dog's cold nose made contact with her tiny puckered anus 
and the index finger she was furiously fingering it with. 
She tensed and groaned as she felt his tongue licked wetly 
up and down the crevice around it. Her finger came out 
swiftly with a moist lewd sound, and then the tip of his 
tongue was trying to burrow into the outer fleshy anal 
ring.

	"No -- Brute -- don't!" she tried to protest, 
attempting to scissor her disintegrating legs. "I don't 
want it! I don't need it!"

	But in this particular case, the dog appeared to know 
better than his mistress, for as she tried to squirm away, 
the German shepherd raised his head and growled 
dangerously. Then he began greedily lapping the narrow pink 
slit between her thighs. He ran his tongue wetly the full 
length of it, from the tight-closed little pucker of her 
nether opening, up over the fluted, pink edges of her cunt 
and over the tiny sensation-bud atop her quivering pubic 
mound. His great tongue spread through the soft, hair-
covered swelling like a knife through soft butter, flicking 
relentlessly between his beautiful mistress' widespread 
legs, and stopping only sporadically to curl its way deeply 
into her seething loins. Dora jerked spasmodically, 
groaning under the lash of that maddening tongue, squirming 
before her handsome pet as he lapped and sniffed at her 
aching pussy. She shuddered and gasped at the onslaught of 
purest ecstasy which seemed to be shaking her out in all 
her nerve endings from head to toe. In addition there was 
the delicious frozen chill elicited by the thought of doing 
something so wonderfully forbidden, of letting her dog lick 
her like this. Dora writhed with a combination of ecstasy 
and agony as Brute's bestial tongue cleaved her sexual 
crevice so flamingly in two.

	Now her awkward frightened moans were changing to 
something more like soft, urgent mewls of pleasure -- 
pleasure that she did not want to give in to, but which was 
so deliciously illicit -- pleasure that she had intended to 
struggle against ... but that slithering thick tongue, 
licking so hotly and without mercy at her burning cuntal 
slit, was forcing her to enjoy it regardless of all moral 
considerations.

	Suddenly she raised her trembling hands, moaned 
something unintelligible and indecisive - then dropped them 
to grasp Brute's earnestly working head!

	Uttering a savage animal sob, she suddenly kicked her 
legs back and up over her head, dragging Brute's snout 
forward into her well-lubricated, pleasure-churning cunt. 
His enormous tongue thrust up the moist passageway like an 
attacking lizard, ravishing her upthrust loins without 
mercy. Wild, incoherent groans burst from her agonized 
lips, pleading with and encouraging the dumb animal who was 
salivating between her writhing upturned buttocks. Brute 
worked like the savage beast he was, the rutting lust of 
the wild and his devotion to his voluptuous russet-haired 
mistress driving him on ...

	By now Dora was so intoxicated with rapture that she 
was heedless of everything else in the world. Her mouth 
hung open in enchanted ecstasy as she knelt there before 
her own pet -- her glassy, lust-smoked eyes stating up into 
nothingness as the powerful animal lapped hungrily at her 
hot wet loins. She could not remember when she had been so 
happy. The dog's thick wet tongue ran like fire the entire 
length of her sexual crevice, above which her rapidly 
rising and falling belly fluttered as if filled with a 
million butterflies. The moist red slit of her vagina felt 
as if it was being drenched in sweet honey. Each fresh 
flick of Brute's magnificent tongue imparted a fresh 
torment. The dainty pleasure-button of her clitoris felt as 
if it were being teased by lightning, and had expanded into 
hardness just above the stretched pink opening of her 
cuntal entrance.

	Brute continued to snake his wet tongue maddeningly 
over the quivering little nub of raw nerves at the peak of 
her steaming pussy slit. Dora's body jerked with each 
electric contact and her legs clamped tightly together 
around his furry head, the soft inner thighs imprisoning 
his snout in a vise-like grip. Then her hips began a slow 
up-and-down movement in rhythm to the probings of his 
slavering tongue, while all the while endless groans 
mingled with soft animal mews of sheer pleasure from 
between her fiercely clenched teeth. She was trapped in a 
mindless fit of uncontrolled lust and her upper torso 
writhed like a belly-dancer's.

	Her body seemed to be squirming out of control, 
twisting lustfully after the depraved lapping of her 
burning loins. Hopelessly, Dora surrendered to the nerve-
shattering lickings of that dominating animal tongue within 
her moistly flaming pussy.

	"Oh God," she groaned helplessly as the tantalizing 
licking dominated her entire being. She screwed her pelvis 
helplessly back onto his snout and worked it around in 
small little circles, sighing all the while at the 
delicious animal tonguing that was taking place at the very 
entrance to her soul. There had never been anything in the 
world like this urgent feeling, nothing else in the world 
but that fiercely lashing tongue which was sending her 
upward into such majestic heights of ecstasy. Dora reveled 
and wallowed in this lewd tingling joy until it seemed as 
if her body was going to explode into a thousand fragments. 
Her vaginal passage felt as if it were literally on fire.

	"Ooooooh yesssss," she hissed, enslaved. "Lick me, 
darling. Lick your mistress! Help me! Faster, darling, oh 
faster!" she begged, gasping for air. She was approaching 
orgasm and her body had become something animal and no 
longer resembling anything human, with her enormous fulsome 
breasts, swelled and hard and throbbing with blue veins, 
tossing this way and that, her dark auburn curls shaking 
all over, her pelvis grinding upwards into Brute's 
furiously lapping tongue while she held his pointy ears and 
tried to draw his snout right up into her cunt.

	Then suddenly Dora began to feel the tide of 
sensation rising towards orgasm. Beginning deeply in her 
fluttering belly, the very hopelessness of her position and 
the debasing ravishment of her flesh was bringing tiny 
ripples of fire dancing through her tattered nerves. 
Tantalized beyond belief, she felt her loins begin -- at 
last -- to hurtle outwards like a bright ball of fire 
towards an almost impossible climax. And then her insides 
were erupting in bright white flashes, and she felt and saw 
the cum gushing from the walls of her vagina and out over 
Brute's hyperactive snout until his very whiskers were 
dripping with the obscene wetness. A never ending stream of 
pleasure seemed to blow outward through her shattered 
nerves until she wanted to shriek and shriek and shriek for 
joy. She groaned as her orgasm flooded his handsome face in 
great sensual waves of cum, seeping warmly from her vaginal 
lips and down the insides of her quivering white thighs, 
the feeling so indescribable that she felt as if she must 
be dying from pure pleasure. The whole of the moaning 
mother's loins felt wet and used beyond belief, as for one 
long moment she shuddered with joy on the brink and in the 
middle of that most joyous orgiastic moment, and then 
screamed, jackknifed her legs twice, and fell forward on 
the bedroom carpet into her own soaking perspiration, tears 
of heavenly relief rolling from her tightly clenched eyes.

	*  *  *

	Guy Donovan shook his Chicago Daily News in his big 
hands, and occasionally glanced distractedly out the window 
of the evening commuter special that was carrying him from 
Chicago's downtown northward to the North Shore. Not long 
ago the Chicago & Northwestern had attached a drinking car 
to its commuter trains, but he did not feel in a gay enough 
mood for the bar. He was so preoccupied with other things 
that he was sure he would snap at anyone he met who tried 
to be friendly. And trouble was the last thing in the world 
he wanted just now.

	Guy sighed and finally folded up the; newspaper, 
brushing his large hand back through his dark curly hair. 
He looked out the window at the swiftly passing city, a 
city of large factories, tall buildings thrown up with 
total disregard of all other human considerations save the 
central one: The making of money. Here and there tenements 
dotted this masculine, factory city, and there were parks. 
Off to the east there was the pleasant skyline of high-
rises mingled with the shining blue of Lake Michigan. 
Between the two lay an endless range of white sandy 
beaches, more so than strangers to Chicago might ever have 
expected, surfeited as they usually were on a diet of 
gangster stories from the "city of the big shoulders."

	Guy Donovan looked glumly at his hands. They were 
large hands, the backs of which were fairly inundated with 
dark black curly hairs. The morning had not gone well.

	For one thing, he had been almost continually 
distracted from the very beginning. Starting with the first 
hour that morning, when he hadn't been able to put his 
maturing young daughter June out of his mind for a single 
instant. He had fumbled through his paperwork, and behaved 
distractedly with his secretary, and finally when the girl 
from the typing pool had showed up for their usual 10:30 
tete-a-tete, he had been unable to imagine that it was 
anyone other than his voluptuously beautiful blonde 
daughter. As the girl had knelt between his legs and sucked 
so clingingly along the entire thickness of his throbbing 
hot penis, with her long blonde hair cascading over his 
half-naked loins and lying softly off against the insides 
of his legs, it was easy to imagine June ...

	June, with her soft, pliable little-girl lips, her 
far-from-little-girl breasts, her long, honey-blonde hair 
wafting along his legs ...

	Yes, it had been easy to imagine. And then when he 
had shot into the teenage typist's furnace-like mouth, and 
seen his milky cum bursting the confines of her still hotly 
sucking lips, it had been all too easy to imagine those 
were his daughter's lips, June's lips, June's fluttering 
dark eyelashes and deep blue eyes, June's pale silky hair 
... June's buttocks so well-formed and partly upraised ... 
God, what a delightful suck she'd been! His own twelve year 
old little blonde girl with her sweet little tits and well-
curved fanny ... and no doubt with a soft sprinkling of 
golden hair all over her virginal young pussy ...

	Guy averted his eyes and leaned his head against his 
hand. He had to stop thinking of her like this! The whole 
thing was getting altogether out of hand. Furthermore, he 
was deeply convinced that Dora was beginning to suspect 
something.

	There was nothing that he could actually put his 
finger on; rather it was something he merely sensed very 
strongly. And then often when he was fucking her he had to 
bite his lip to keep from crying out June's name ... maybe 
he had voiced it already.

	Which was one thing the girl in the typing pool had 
over Dora -- she didn't care whose name he cried out when 
he blew his boiling hot semen down her throat. He had been 
able to press his hands freely into her peroxide yellow 
hair, cursing out: "That's it, June! Suck big daddy's cock! 
Swallow my cum, baby! Suck me off."

	God forbid he ever uttered a word of that in front of 
his wife, though!

	And not that the business with the eighteen year old 
typist had really satisfied him. No, far from it. 
Afterwards he had only daydreamed about his twelve year old 
daughter all the more and what it could be like fucking 
her, and so on. He really had to get a grip on himself, 
because then during the Minnesota Mining conference in the 
afternoon the boss had insisted that he looked so 
distracted that he might be ill and should take the rest of 
the day off.

	So here he was on the 3:34, heading northward ahead 
of almost everyone else. His papers packed up in his 
briefcase in case he could get some work done in the 
evening. His chest seething with an obscene desire that he 
dared not name -- an unnatural lust for his own daughter!

	But then how could he help it? June was so unearthly 
lovely. She was so sensually developed for twelve. Her 
breasts were high, wide apart and shapely. No normal man 
could keep his eyes off them. And when she fluffed out that 
long blonde hair over that hourglass figure ... coupled 
with her invitingly soft pouting expression that a man 
could think only of kissing and in connection with nothing 
else in the world ... lust was the only word to describe 
what a man had to feel, even if that man was her father!

	He stared glumly out the window of the speeding 
train. Still and all, he knew very well that his feelings 
flew in the face of every taboo known to man. Still, he 
would challenge anyone not to feel something with a 
daughter of such gorgeous plenitude wandering around the 
house, sometimes temptingly half-naked. There wasn't a 
father anywhere who could help but feel affected in some 
way.

	Guy shrugged. All this incest bit was just a lot of 
bunk. But then, thinking it was bunk and doing something 
about it were two different things! At least for him.

	So where did that leave him with his beautiful blonde 
daughter June? It was true that he desperately wanted to 
fuck her, but there were too many obstacles. For one thing, 
she would probably be horrified, even though she was a 
little prick-tease. Teasing was natural among burgeoning 
young girls; they were just exercising their sexual 
prowess. But that didn't necessarily mean that she wanted 
to ball her old man.

	For another, such an adventure would probably twist 
her psychologically. And for another still, there was his 
wife Dora, to think of. Prim but statuesque Dora. If 
anything ever happened in that house between himself and 
June, and Dora learned of it, all hell would break loose. 
Their comfortable marriage would be destroyed -- and he 
truly loved his wife -- June would probably be sent to a 
foster home, there would be a nasty scandal that might 
cause him to lose everything -- job, marriage, home, the 
works -- and Dora would probably have a nervous breakdown.

	No, the ramifications were altogether too plain. 
Despite the terrible urge he felt toward his lovely blonde 
daughter, he would never be able to satisfy it by sinking 
his cock into what must be the healing warm balm of her 
undulating young cunt. That would never happen, could never 
be allowed to happen. He would just have to go along eating 
his heart out until this infatuation wore off.

	But how could he forget the twin beauties of her two 
youthfully budding breasts, heaving as they always seemed 
to be doing, full and round and aching to be sucked?

	He closed his eyes. He had to forget. He had to 
forget at all cost.

	And so the train rolled on, carrying him northward, 
his body warming in this urgent resolve to behave himself 
however much it might tear him apart. He gazed out the 
window and watched the trees, factories and houses of 
Chicago passing along the Chicago & Northwestern line.

	And so it was that Guy Donovan arrived home 
approximately two hours ahead of schedule, alighting 
easily, his newspaper curled up under his arm as he set 
foot on the platform at Central Street in north Evanston. 
He walked to the stairs somewhat distractedly, considered 
moseying down to the drug store for a chocolate soda and 
rifling through some magazines, but thought better of that, 
and instead went right up Railway Road in the direction of 
Isabella Street, where the Donovan home sat in leafy 
arboreal familial essence beneath tall poplars and oaks. 
The wind whistled pleasantly through these enormous trees, 
and as he made his way thoughtfully across Railway Park in 
the direction of his heavily-mortgaged house, he found his 
loins beginning to stir with tremulous anxiety as he 
considered that if Dora had gone out shopping for the 
afternoon, he might indeed come upon June at home alone.

	And his stride picked up faster.

	

	Chapter 11

	June stumbled down to the kitchen for a cooling glass 
of milk, her mind benumbed by the shattering orgasms she 
had endured on this historic afternoon. Totally unable to 
think of anything else in her mindless, slavish devotion to 
hedonistic reveries, she had come downstairs completely 
naked, her passion-wracked breasts heaving with burning 
emotion. This had been the most beautiful afternoon of her 
life. The exhausted twelve year old slumped down wearily 
onto a kitchen chair and let the cooling white liquid run 
down her throat, trickling its way south into her burnt-out 
loins. She couldn't remember when in her life she had ever 
felt so relaxed.

	And to think, that Brute had been here the whole 
time! The whole time she had been worried, confused, 
distraught, and playing with herself out of sheer 
frustration, this magnificent animal -- the perfect lover -
- had existed in her very house, under her very nose, the 
entire time.

	She shook her pretty blonde head, blowing some 
cornsilk-fine strands out of her face. In the kitchen 
window across from the breakfast table, she could see her 
reflection. Her developing breasts appeared to have grown 
larger since that morning. God, they felt so tingly and 
hypersensitive.

	This was the most beautiful day of her life.

	So she sat at the table, sipping from the cool glass 
of milk, her mind dwelling endlessly on the events of the 
last few hours. All of her previous life had evaporated 
into nothingness before the soul-devouring onslaught of her 
magnificent canine-inspired climaxes. She could scarcely 
remember anything else. Over and over she re-lived this 
wonderful afternoon -- his lapping of her burning young 
cunt, then his skewering of her tender virginal passage, 
not once but three times!

	June shivered with sensual delight. She could not 
believe that anyone else had ever endured such wonderful 
mind-bending orgasms. She had felt like a star bursting in 
the heavens.

	And then her mother ...

	She closed her eyes and smiled. When she had left 
Brute and her mom, the enormous German shepherd had had his 
forepaws on the moaning woman's back and was furiously 
fucking in and out of her wildly clasping pussy from the 
back. June had thought it the sexiest thing she had ever 
seen. Her mother with her long dark auburn hair undone and 
falling out over her back, her sensual red mouth open in 
one long drawn-out groan, her long dark eyelashes 
fluttering sporadically from the depths of her lightning-
charged emotions, Brute's thick red penis slipping in and 
out through the curly russet hairs between her legs, 
gleaming slickly, the dog's long tongue panting and 
slavering over her hair and back.

	June grinned. She didn't suspect she was going to 
have any difficulty ever again over getting anything out of 
her mother ... in a sense they would now both be Brute's 
concubines. She knew that word from some history of the 
middle east they had been studying in school. Sheiks had 
concubines in their harems, and now she and her mother 
would belong to Brute in the same way. It certainly seemed 
like a wonderful idea. He was absolutely dreamy. What 
teenage boy could ever compare to him? So masterful, 
demanding and dominating. Brute didn't let you get away 
until he had got what he wanted. And he demanded the 
ultimate, without fooling around. He didn't settle for 
less. That was what made him so especially wonderful, and 
appealing to her.

	June pressed her firm young thighs tightly together, 
the lips of her dog-ravished cunt closing together in a 
kiss all their own.

	She took both her nipples in her fingers and gazed 
down at them. Who would have believed such extravagant 
thrills could have pressed through these two small electric 
buttons from Brute's furiously lapping tongue? It had all 
been a wonderfully ecstatic dream of fulfillment. She had 
never felt anything so nice in her life. Her cunt began to 
tingle now even as she relived their devastating experience 
in her passion-dazed mind. Her mouth watered as she 
remembered sucking on his delightful penis, which had 
seemed to be both hard and tender at once. And then the 
delicious flames of hot viscous liquid had come shooting 
out ... to be swallowed and gulped down ...

	Suddenly the screen door on the porch rattled.

	Daddy! Oh God! Where could she hide?

	June looked around hurriedly. There was the tiny 
broom closet, but after all there was no future in that 
because eventually she would have to sneak upstairs and get 
her clothes. She surely couldn't stay there overnight, 
either.

	Maybe she would run.

	But it was too late now anyway. She gazed at the door 
totally immobile, as if she had been struck catatonic. In 
another moment daddy would be coming through that door, and 
she had to think of what to do.

	"Daddy!"

	"June! But, my God, what are you doing sitting around 
like this?"

	Guy Donovan stared with eyes blazing at his 
daughter's voluptuous proportions. His nostrils flared and 
his penis began to swell with blood as he gazed on them. 
His mouth filled with saliva, and despite his best 
intentions he couldn't help but imagine his tongue and his 
fingers and his cock over and around and into every last 
opening of her milk-white flesh.

	Caught off guard, June decided to be brazen. If there 
was ever going to be a chance for it, this was it. She had 
often wanted daddy's big hard penis ramming deep inside of 
her starving cunt, and if she could manage to get him 
upstairs to see what her mom -- his wife -- was doing with 
their dog... then there would certainly never be a problem 
with her mother over anything she and daddy chose to do ...

	All this reasoning flashed through her pubescent 
brain almost instantaneously with her father's appearance, 
for she sensed that now the chips were down and this was 
the only chance she was going to have. She was going to 
have to try to go for broke and seduce him.

	And there was another angle to it, too -- if daddy 
came upon mommy being fucked by Brute, a horrendous scene 
might ensue, and daddy might even go get his gun ...

	Well, she couldn't bear to see her mother killed, and 
somehow it didn't seem fair, just as they were on the verge 
of such magnificent happiness.

	So it all rested with her. If she could seduce daddy 
-- and this might be her last chance -- then everything 
would be all right. Otherwise, there was just no telling 
what might happen.

	So she smiled and looked at him from under half-
lidded lashes. She sipped her milk, then put the glass 
aside and thrust her breasts forward so that he could see 
clearly all of their shapely beauty.

	"Oh, I don't know, daddy. I must have taken a nap, 
and then I came down for a glass of milk. I'm dreadfully 
sorry I forgot to put anything on. You don't mind terribly, 
do you?" And with this she stretched luxuriantly so that 
the alluring young mounds of flesh on her chest swayed and 
trembled enticingly.

	Guy Donovan gulped, trying hard to control his 
rampant lust. He watched as his beautiful blonde daughter 
blew some satiny blonde hair out of her eyes, and noticed 
again for the umpteenth time the sexy sweep of her long 
yellow hair. It fell down her back almost all the way to 
the cleft in her buttocks, thick and rich with color, 
flowing more like a lion's mane than a human head of hair 
belonging to a twelve year old girl.

	He tried to say something, but his voice only croaked 
hoarsely in the small kitchen.

	"Don't you like me, Daddy?" she asked suddenly, 
fluttering her dark lashes above her deep and sexy blue 
eyes.

	Donovan gulped again. He couldn't think of anything 
to say. He felt he should say something, anything, however. 
Even though this was the sort of erotic dream every father 
secretly longed for, he still felt that he should be 
showing some umbrage ...

	"June," he croaked awkwardly, "really, you'll have to 
get something on ... uh ... that is ... you can't just be 
sitting around like this ..."

	Her sultry eyes fastened humidly on his, and then she 
slowly stood up. His eyes held on hungrily to Venus-like 
roundness of her beautiful breasts, then darted momentarily 
to the smooth oval features of her immature girlish face, 
and glanced breathlessly at the soft line of sparse blonde 
pubic hairs that moved up across the gentle swelling of her 
healthy young belly, and finally he looked all the way down 
her nicely shaped legs ...

	My God, he thought, she's breath-taking!

	A helpless wave of lust swept over him, and there was 
a sensation of vertigo, as if he were falling from a great 
height. And then suddenly June bent -- specifically for the 
purpose of providing her father with a more erotic display 
-- and picked up a napkin that had fallen from the kitchen 
table. Her breasts swelled forward in the air, her long 
blonde hair trailing everywhere, and there was the most 
enticing display of her smoothly shaped young buttocks, out 
of which no man could help but want to draw handful after 
handful of curvaceous flesh, smooth, creamy, and white ... 
he wanted only to dig his fingers into those lushly 
swelling ass-cheeks...

	The twelve year old vamp stood up abruptly and 
brushed her hair back, her breasts shaking from side to 
side. "All right, daddy-poo. If that's really what you want 
me to do ... I'll go upstairs and get dressed ..." June 
looked at him. "Will you come and help me, daddy darling?"

	He tried to grunt something, but it came out 
unintelligible. There seemed to be something caught in his 
throat. He felt his penis expanding, growing larger, 
harder, filling with blood, becoming sturdy like the trunk 
of a tree ... he knew that the bulge in the front of his 
trousers was probably giving him away, but then on the 
other hand he couldn't bring himself to care, either ...

	Seeing that her dad was struck dumb by her beauty and 
unable to answer, June merely smiled and whirled around, 
dancing over to the stairs. Now he would be better able to 
study her wasp-small waist, the sexy flare of her opulent 
hourglass hips, the two exotic dimples in either of her 
ass-cheeks ...

	As he watched her dance away, Guy felt as if he were 
strangling on her pure blonde loveliness, which was 
dizzying in its effect on all of his ardently exposed 
senses. It was as if his body were covered with 
hypersensitive antennae, each one catching fiercely erotic 
signals from that voluptuous turn of his blonde daughter's 
naked body. She danced up the stairs a little way and he 
reflected on the head-turning quality of her shapely young 
calves, and those long legs of hers, so smooth and soft ... 
just right for wrapping tight around a man's pistoning hips 
...

	"Are you coming, daddy?" she asked, turning at the 
top of the stairs, her blue eyes flashing, her long honey-
colored hair whipping back over her shoulder.

	Donovan choked, then nodded dumbly. He wanted to 
protest, but he felt as if there was a long thin rope 
traveling outward through his rapidly hardening penis which 
extended up the stairs and was being held wrapped in her 
tiny hand. It was impossible to resist. She was too 
unimaginably lovely. He would have to take his chances with 
Dora arriving untimely. For the moment all he could see was 
this gorgeous twelve year old blonde flesh of his seductive 
offspring.

	He had to fuck her, if she would let him! She had him 
hypnotized now.

	And so he followed dutifully after her, up the 
stairs, like an obedient puppy. Upstairs, if he could break 
from looking at her voluptuous young body, perhaps he would 
attempt to escape and regain control. For now, he could 
only obey.

	June sensed his indecision and she knew that she had 
to hold him at all cost. Her little plan had worked thus 
far and she'd been terrifically successful, but if he got 
his senses back together, there might yet be some violent 
reaction.

	And then there was mother to think of. Mother, who 
even now was probably having the life fucked out of her by 
their sex-crazy family dog! If daddy saw her before he was 
fully in June's power, he might snap out of it, come to his 
senses, and then all hell would break loose. She would have 
to retain control of him every second.

	And to think -- at last -- at last she was going to 
feel his enormous cock plunging upward through the hot 
moist confines of her ardent young cunt -- after dreaming 
about it for so long! His balls slapping lewdly into the 
sensitive cleft of her buttocks! June felt a sharp intake 
of breath as she considered this. This was what she had 
really hoped and planned for all this time -- getting daddy 
to fuck her. Yes, that was what she wanted and she wasn't 
ashamed to think it. She could even use that sexy, dirty 
word in her head. She kept thinking it over and over again, 
considering it ... daddy's big thick rod plunging in and 
out of the clinging wet walls of her pussy ...

	Donovan trailed up the stairs after her, watching her 
fleshy young white buttocks joggle from side to side. What 
if he had misjudged and she was merely teasing? He might be 
making a terrible fool of himself. And then there was Dora. 
Where was she, anyway? The whole thing was fraught with 
dangerous implications.

	Yet on the other hand he felt incapable of doing 
otherwise. There was no other way -- he would have to play 
this thing out to the very end and see what transpired.

	And then finally they were at the top of the stairs 
and on the landing. Donovan followed after her, after that 
beautiful long blonde hair falling into the crevice of her 
nicely dimpled buttocks, his breath coming raggedly. And 
then June paused at her bedroom door and turned to face 
him, her tantalizingly heaving breasts fairly glowing with 
rosy desire, her nipples stiffened with desire like 
succulent little cherries. Her father's mouth watered 
further and his nostrils flared. She was the most beautiful 
thing he'd ever seen in his life.

	June fluttered her eyelashes demurely. "Come here, 
Daddy," she murmured delicately as a faint breeze on a mild 
spring day. "Come here and help me dress." Her long slender 
fingers turned the doorknob and the door clicked slightly 
open.

	Guy gasped. "Uh ..." But his feet moved inexorably 
forward. He felt lost now, whirling headlong downward into 
a boiling molten pool of heady sensuality. And then 
suddenly he was standing next to her at the door.

	"My, daddy," she whispered abruptly through her 
sultry parted red lips, her delicate hand darting out to 
trace fondly the enormous bulge in his pants. "My Daddy. 
Daddy, you feel so good ... so nice and hard ..."

	He shook his head, speechless and almost without 
breath, unable to think or talk. What -- what was she going 
to ...?

	Guy felt as if his eyes were going to explode out of 
his head. This ... was ... oh Lord ...

	"Do you want me to take it out, daddy?" she asked 
sweetly.

	Teeth chattering stupidly in his head, he nodded 
dumbly, snorting with pleasure. And then her fingers were 
there, cool and grasping, pulling on his cock, pulling it 
out, her fingers all over his raw, exposed nerves.

	"Oh, Daddy," she breathed ecstatically, suddenly 
sliding to her knees, one hand moving tantalizingly down 
the entire length of his body, and then suddenly it was 
out, all of its rigid male hardness, and Guy Donovan's eyes 
rolled up and backwards into his skull. He groaned and 
pressed his fingers into the glowing soft blondeness of her 
beautiful hair ... and then there were her soft red lips 
folding around his cock ... right there in the hallway ... 
a tongue licking out, licking the cum off the tip of his 
hardness, licking all around his trembling, throbbing 
penis, and then she was sucking mindlessly ... mindlessly 
... taking his cock all the way ... deeply ... deeply ... 
into her beautiful throat ...

	"June ... oh, June ... daaaaarling ... ohhhhhhhh ..." 
And his head strained ecstatically backwards, deliriously 
happy ...

	... Just as June's foot nudged the door of her 
bedroom open and Guy's eyes, glancing, were able to catch 
the two partially inhuman creatures who were so ardently 
coupling there on his beautiful young daughter's bed ...

	

	Chapter 12

	His eyes blazed. Jesus! It was Dora! With Brute 
fucking frantically in between her thighs from behind! 
Pumping away into his beloved wife's vagina with furious 
animal desire!

	"Dora ..." he gasped weakly. "Wha ..."

	But by now his daughter's mouth was all over his 
cock, sliding up and down its thrusting hardness like 
molten rubber, clinging delightedly, undulating, sucking 
like big warm, wet cushions up and down his fiercely 
pulsating rod of flesh. He could feel her tongue tickling 
so hotly, like a burning electric spear, at the top of his 
testicles, licking at the hair there, then working back 
upward again, wrapping lizard-like around his throbbing 
member.

	Her hands came up to cup his balls affectionately, 
hefting them and squeezing them as she sucked. A soft moan 
of joy escaped her lips around the blood-engorged shaft in 
her mouth as she fondled her daddy's testicles. They were 
so big -- oh my -- daddy was certainly heavy and large down 
there. She imagined that he would probably shoot pot-fuls 
of his precious sperm down her hungry throat in another 
moment. And so she sucked all the more lovingly, as above 
her, Guy Donovan appeared to go out of his mind with lust.

	Jesus, he thought, his mind reeling from this 
bombardment of physical and mental sensuality. This was the 
most fantastically sexy moment he'd ever endured. The sight 
of his beautiful auburn-haired wife, her full firm breasts 
hanging voluptuously down to the bed, her long hair askew, 
as their powerful German shepherd so brutally used her, was 
positively mind-bending. He couldn't remember when he'd 
ever seen anything like it. He'd heard stories of such 
behavior, but he'd never actually believed such things 
happened in civilized societies. Yet here it was, that 
savage animal hardness actually working in and out of his 
wife's welcoming cuntal passage, her face pressing the 
coverlet as she managed from moment to moment to make small 
ecstatic sighs which could leave no doubt in his mind 
whatever that Dora was enjoying it magnificently.

	And then there was his daughter, his beautiful little 
twelve year old blonde girl, on her shapely knees and 
sucking him off with such debauched abandon that Boccaccio 
would have blushed. Her mouth was warm, soft and fluid. It 
was like stuffing one's cock into an open mass of lust-
heated honey ...

	The desire-crazed businessman laid his head back and 
closed his eyes, the onslaught of sensation altogether too 
much for him. Her mouth sucking and nibbling and licking at 
his primitively throbbing penis was what he had wanted for 
so long ... to fuck her in that beautiful soft red youth 
mouth of hers ... feel her tongue ... lick her tits ... eat 
her ... God ... he couldn't ...

	Oh God ... oh God ... oh God ... oh God ...

	He could feel the pressure of boiling sperm building 
in the twin vats of his testicles, cumming now ... spilling 
over the top ... there ... there ... racing down the long 
dark tunnel of his cock ...

	Guy's pelvis jerked forward and he groaned, clutching 
his daughter's long blonde hair tighter in his hands. 
Parental fellatio, incest ... thrilling ...

	He had been primed for this for so long that he 
didn't require many sucks at all. Pure ecstasy shot through 
every fibre of his wildly jerking body, and then his cock 
was spurting its illicitly fired semen down her earnestly 
swallowing throat by the barrel ...

	"Darling ... oh honey ... my little girl ... oh God 
... suck me darling ... oh ... swallow daddy's cum ... here 
it comes darling ... oh ... oh honeeeeeeee ..."

	His body seemed to shudder all over and he clutched 
her swiftly bobbing head for support. Milky-colored cum 
echoed out through the sides of her furiously swallowing 
mouth, dripping down her chin and sticking wetly against 
her lovely young throat. It seemed like an eternity before 
he had discharged all of it, all of the mighty sperm-
pressure which had built over these last many months. He 
groaned, jerked, and finally came out of it panting for 
breath.

	At last. He had fucked her. Fucked her in the mouth. 
For some reason he had never felt happier.

	And as he rested against the edge of the door, June 
stood up, rubbing her fulsome young breasts all over his 
perspiring body. "Did you like that, daddy?" she asked as 
she kissed him, her mouth wide open, her tongue surging 
like a baby whale right to the back of his unsuspecting 
throat.

	He hesitated a moment, then groaned and kissed her 
back, wrapping his arms tightly around her lush blonde 
body. Now he could think of only one thing -- sucking on 
those delicious young breasts of hers. He broke awkwardly 
from the kiss and bent his head, taking one cherry-tight 
nipple into his mouth and sucking ecstatically as his free 
hand gripped and squeezed her other naked breast. This was 
wonderful. He would love to do this forever.

	But June had other thoughts on her mind. Now for the 
grand finale. She wanted both her wonderful daddy and Brute 
fucking her at once. That was only fair, after all she'd 
done for them. She hoped they wouldn't be jealous ...

	She ran her fingers through his thick dark hair as 
her father continued to suck ardently on her super-
sensitive breasts. He had nice curly hair, and his penis 
had tasted every bit as wonderful as she had expected it 
to.

	"But don't you want to fuck me as well, daddy?" she 
whispered demurely down into his ear, licking it slightly.

	Donovan shivered involuntarily. "Huh?" he muttered 
dumbly, his mouth popping off her breast momentarily.

	"I said 'don't you want to fuck me?'" she breathed 
hotly into his sensitive shivering ear, and he could feel 
his penis begin to jerk and bob, with renewed desire, still 
protruding from the open fly of his trousers.

	Yes, that was exactly what he wanted ... he wanted to 
fuck her ... at all cost ...

	Groping to his feet again, his breath coming ragged 
and unevenly, he slid his arm around her tiny waist and 
stumbled with her into the bedroom.

	Brute was still furiously fucking Dora, while she 
moaned dementedly: "That's it, fuck me, doggy! Go Brute go! 
AH! OH! DAAARLING!" And worked her hips backwards onto his 
invading rod of instinct-hardened dog-flesh.

	Guy blinked. He didn't care any more. All moral 
umbrage, indignation, propriety, had fled in the hot light 
of what he was doing with June.

	His sultry blonde daughter smiled sweetly and turned 
him around, slipping his suit coat back over his shoulders 
until it fell to the floor, undoing his tie as she licked 
hungrily at his throbbing neck, then opening his shirt and 
pushing her cool slender young hands inside onto his chest. 
She pushed the shirt off and it fell away, then she bent 
her head and took one of his hairy nipples into her mouth, 
sucking on it ravenously as she palmed and fingered the 
other one. Donovan groaned and pushed his fingers into her 
long golden hair. And then her hands were working at his 
trousers again, unbuckling them, pushing them down with his 
shorts ...

	"Ohhh, I forgot your shoes, papa." She slid slowly 
down to her knees, her tongue licking along the entire 
inner length of his hairy, trembling legs. Her blonde hair 
slapped teasingly around his legs as she moved, and her 
soft breasts rubbed along too in a follow-up motion. Her 
father groaned and sighed, his eyes shutting and his head 
rolling backward.

	Then she was unlacing his shoes and slipping them one 
after the other off his feet, removing his socks, and 
finally making him take off his trousers and shorts.

	She reached above her and fondly squeezed his massive 
hard-on with lewd anticipation of what she was about to do. 
He groaned and she smiled, "You do have another big one, 
don't you, Daddy. But we'll have to fuck here on the floor, 
is that okay? Because Mama and doggy are fucking on the 
bed."

	Donovan nodded hoarsely. He gazed down at the sparse
yellow pubic hair between her legs, and the soft seeping 
little slit that nestled so modestly within. He wanted her 
more than anything in the world.

	June smiled. fluffed her long golden hair and shoved 
out her breasts. "Then get down on the floor, Daddy. Your 
darling daughter wants to ride on top."

	June had a plan, and besides she was tired of being 
underneath with her legs spread. She knew just how she was 
going to do it with Daddy, and Brute, too!

	Donovan lay down obediently, his hypnotized face that 
of an automaton who could not do other than respond so to 
the syrupy sweetness of her baby-blonde voice. His lust-
inflamed cock had grown to amazing proportions and now 
waved in the air over his naked loins like a tree about to 
be felled, enormous and pulsating with thick blue veins and 
blood-swollen ridges along its entire length.

	He gazed longingly at her large, firm young breasts 
as they swayed so sensuously above him She was positioning 
herself above him, her legs widespread so that he could see 
clearly the tiny passion-slick split between her legs with 
which she intended to house him so thrillingly. His hips 
jerked involuntarily upward and he searched the air for her 
virginal cunt. June's long blonde hair flew around her 
shoulders and the desire-peaking mounds of her breasts 
danced hypnotically over his eyes. He could see the slender 
wet opening between her legs coming down ... down ... down 
... and then ...

	"Ooooohhh ..." There was a sharp whoosh of his breath 
as her cunt suddenly, swiftly, slid all the way down over 
his thick upstanding rod to the bottom. Donovan closed his 
eyes mindlessly. He had ceased to exist excepting within 
the tingling confines of his throbbing hot cock. Her 
vaginal muscles wrapped around it, undulating' wetly, 
lovingly, and then she was up ...

	"Oooh," he breathed. "June ... oh darling ... darling 
..."

	June's eyes gleamed. At long last she had her daddy's 
heavenly penis locked incestuously tight inside her burning 
young pussy. Now she looked over at her bed, where Brute 
had just now slid his rapidly deflating cock out of her 
satisfied mother's wide-splayed cunt after squirting in yet 
one more hot load of viscous animal semen. Her mother lay 
exhausted and unable to speak or move, flat on her cheek, 
her tongue hanging out as she panted raggedly, but the huge 
German shepherd, ready for still more, looked over at June.

	"Come here, sweet handsome," the twelve year old 
coquette cooed to her pet as she rode up and down on her 
father's thrusting male hardness, and Brute slid over to 
the edge of the bed to lap obscenely at her nakedly dancing 
breasts with his long red tongue.

	"No, not that, sweetheart," June giggled joyfully, 
riding up and down, her breasts bobbing, her father 
groaning beneath her as she worked her fat warm vaginal 
muscles up and down over his slick blood-hardened cock.

	"I mean your penis, darling. That's what I want." She 
opened her mouth and made a warm sucking noise with it. 
Brute looked at her, blinked his eyes, and moved down off 
the bed, the bright pink head of his penis beginning again 
to peek out of its furry sheath.

	"That's it boy . Now hurry, over here!" A groan of 
sheer pleasure escaped June's lips. This was her daddy's 
wonderful cock she was fucking, and it was every bit as 
wonderful as she had imagined it to be in her dream. She 
rode him furiously up and down, wildly working her newly 
initiated cuntal muscles, the crevice of her buttocks 
spreading out wide against his hairy legs on the 
downstroke.

	But she wanted desperately for them both to cum in 
her at once, for that could only be the ultimate thrill.

	"Hurry!" She was making it, cumming ... if that dog 
didn't get it into her anus fast ...

	But finally Brute was there, humping up behind her on 
his haunches, his bright red penis jabbing at her buttocks. 
She shook her blonde hair out of her eyes and exulted 
lavishly as she reached around behind her to grasp his sex 
organ in her hand and guide it toward its obscene little 
target.

	For precious, interminable seconds the thick beveled 
tip of the huge German shepherd's penis slipped and danced 
in the narrow crease of June's crazily bucking buttocks. 
Then with one vicious, instinctively timed thrust, the dog 
drove it home through his young blonde mistress' tight-
puckered little nether ring.

	"Oh God, oh God," she gasped in sudden pain. "Oh God, 
I didn't think you were so big, Brute darling. Take it 
easy."

	But there was no respite for the twelve year old 
blonde vamp who had slyly engineered this whole lewd 
incestuous tangle. Yet she didn't mind one bit. Her 
brutally skewered anus soon adjusted to the hard animal 
thickness slicing fluidly in and out of her ravished 
rectum, and June could concentrate fully on the wild, 
double fucking she was getting from the two males who 
mattered most in her young life

	And so her father fucked into her cunt from below, 
working his pelvis around in lewd passion-spiraling 
circles, groaning and sighing, and Brute jerked his hips in 
a fierce staccato-like thrusts so that his penis moved like 
a piston in and out of her hungrily clutching anus. June 
felt as if she were in seventh heaven. She groaned and 
whimpered ecstatically, her blue eyes rolling up into her 
head as she ground her hips down hard against her daddy's 
trembling body, working up and down his cock with the fury 
of one possessed and living only for sex.

	And they were there, the two of them! Searing male 
cum pouring into her from both ends, great endless flowing 
blasts of it! Hot sperm from Brute spitting deep into her 
tightly sucking rectum, and boiling jets squirting from her 
daddy's dream-fulfilling rod of flesh high up into her 
crazily spasming belly.

	"Oh God, oh Daddy, oh Brute, I'm cumming too!" she 
whined. "Oh you dears, I'm cccuuummmiiinngg!"

	June swooned. She had never been happier in her life. 
And then she could feel the atomic explosions begin to 
break out throughout her entire loins, one right after 
another. She jerked and began screaming. "NO! NO! NO!" and 
seemed to be fighting off an imaginary attacker. And then, 
bathed in sweat, she collapsed over her handsome daddy's 
exhausted body, her vagina gushing a great flood of cum all 
over his cock, balls and hairy belly.

	For a long time the four of them seemed to doze 
unceasingly, awash in a somnolent sea of sensuality. Dora 
felt as if her vagina had been reamed by a pile driver. It 
ached and twinged with the slightest movement. Her anus and 
rectum were also burning, even though she could only 
remember with sheer hedonistic pleasure how wonderful it 
had felt to have Brute's swift red penis working with such 
lightning speed in and out of her clenching nether passage. 
All of her loins and rectum seemed to be in flower, opened 
outward towards the sun. It was as if her insides had burst 
into a thousand bubbles and they were floating lazily off 
into the stratosphere.

	Guy, bathed in perspiration, was dazed and 
hallucinating in a daydream which consisted solely of sun, 
sea, sand and sex. There were myriad dancing girls with 
long black hair, blonde hair, platinum, and orange hair the 
color of ripe orange rind. He was screwing all of them in 
this wonderful dream, changing images, just barely aware 
that he was half-awake and only dreaming.

	Brute also dozed fitfully. Then he snorted, his eyes 
shut, and occasionally licked a fly off the end of his cold 
wet nose.

	June, her warm, fleshy twelve year old body still 
crushed against her father's hard hairy one, was sighing 
endlessly. It seemed as if all her dreams and Christmases 
had come at once. She was happier than she had ever been in 
her entire life. She opened one eye and looked up at her 
father's handsome dozing face. How she loved him. But then 
she loved Brute, too, now, and she wanted to know forever 
the agony and the ecstasy of having both of them fucking 
her simultaneously. She would never let them go.

	She held herself up slightly so that her softly 
mounded breasts swung out over Guy Donovan's face and then 
she pressed one of them into his face so it ballooned 
fleshly. Giggling, she looked over to the bed. From this 
position she could see her mother. Dora Donovan opened one 
eye and smiled at her. Then her mother whispered, "He's 
good, isn't he, dear?"

	June smiled, her eyes all lit up. "Daddy has a very 
big penis," she said.

	"You can't get your hand around it. Did you -- did 
you like him fucking you, dear?"

	"It was heaven, Mama. I thought I was going to die 
from it."

	Dora sighed tiredly with happiness and closed her 
eyes.

	"Mama?"

	Dora opened one eye again and said, "Then you can 
have him whenever you want, dear. If that's what you want. 
Brute made me so happy today I thought I was going to break 
into a million pieces, and in a way I owe that to you."

	"Did he fuck you nice, Mama? Did you like it?"

	Dora smiled. She couldn't think of anything else to 
say. With both Brute and Guy fucking her, she was going to 
be the happiest woman alive on the North Shore.

	"I liked watching him do it to you, Mama. But best of 
all I liked it when Brute fucked me in my ass and I rode up 
and down on Daddy."

	Dora smiled. "I enjoyed watching you do that, too, 
dear. So let's make a pact. You can have Daddy whenever you 
want, and you promise not to get jealous over Brute and me. 
Okay?"

	"Okay, Mama! That's a swell idea!"

	And so that day a pact was born. And outside their 
window, on Railway Road, the trains hooted for the rest of 
the afternoon and evening, as the new Donovan family, 
including a German shepherd named Brute, experimented with 
couplings that were unknown in any rail yard.

	The End

