Lisa's Stepmother

Lisa's Stepmother by Author Unknown

Chapter 1

The big German shepherd sat back on his haunches with ears erect and

eyes aglow, watching the shapely blonde girl move busily about the

kitchen. Her visible, soft white flesh, even that hidden beneath her

skimpy bikini, like the tossing of her shoulder-length golden hair,

pleased him with its quivering apples to her every graceful motion. Her

aromatic feminine scent filled his keen nostrils, stirring his interest

more than the smell of the foods she prepared, and occasionally lie

would wander close to her, brushing against the silken warmth of her

long naked legs.

Shirley Douglas hardly noticed the lovable dog's ingenuous display of

affection, except when she nearly stumbled over him and reprimanded her

animal house-guest to lie down in the corner. His flattened ears and

tail-between-legs reaction as he obeyed also went unseen by the

curvaceous, twenty-five year old bride of six months -- her flustered

young mind was that preoccupied with unhappiness.

How long could she go on this way? God, she could hardly call it a

marriage, nor had it been anything faintly resembling one from their

wedding night on ... unless security and material wealth could replace

conjugal bed relations. Long since, Shirley had distressfully concluded

that they could not, though they had been prime reasons in her marrying

a man twice her age. Not that Frank Douglas had been any stranger to

her. She had served as his private secretary for over two years, but

aside from business, their close association had never gone beyond the

platonic stage, even when she accompanied him on week-long business

trips of the small electronics firm he owned and operated with an

efficient hand.

He had always treated her with the utmost respect -- a gentleman of the

first order, as her dead mom would have said -- and perhaps that was

why Shirley's feeling toward him slipped into the category of extreme

admiration without ever touching at love. A widower of five years

himself, Frank Douglas had astounded her that evening at dinner when he

had very quietly proposed that they marry. He knew she could never love

him, that is, not in the same manner she would undoubtedly feel toward

a younger, more desirable man, he had calmly admitted, but he vowed

security and abundant kindness, plus the very limit of his ardent

capabilities, should she want them. Sex was of relative unimportance to

him, he'd shyly assured her, promising that he would always leave that

department up to her. In short, he very much needed and wanted her, no

longer as a secretary, but as his wife!

Remembering it all vividly, the dazzling, blue-eyed young blonde

recalled how thrilled and honored she had felt, and how stupid she must

have looked in her wordless astonishment as she sat there in dazed

silence listening to his quiet and almost humble proposal. Lisa, his

daughter, was seventeen, he had gone on, graduating from high school in

June. She would either be going off to college or, if she had her way,

marrying young Paul Fulton. In any event, shortly she'd be flying from

the nest to leave him rattling alone around that big house. Above all,

he abhorred the thought of that aloneness, but not anyone could

eliminate it. Some might lessen it ... but she, as his wife, could make

it an impossibility!

Shirley had been too dumbfounded, overawed by his offer to answer him

that night, and gently smiling he'd said that he understood and was

willing to wait for a few days for her to consider. Of course, what he

could not have known, for she had never discussed her personal life

with him, was that the only man she had ever loved would be his age had

Viet Nam not claimed him!

Shirley had lived the life of an Army brat. Her father had been an army

career officer and most of her life was spent on U.S. posts throughout

the world. By the time she'd reached eighteen, she had attended so many

different schools she couldn't remember them all, hated the military

existence with a passion, and especially the young shave-tail

Lieutenants a girl had to date if she wanted any social life.

Invariably, they had been conceited and arrogant, all with one main

objective in mind: To strip a girl's panties away as soon as possible

and plunge their lust-hardened penises up between her defenseless legs.

She'd been no prude, but neither had she seen the necessity of dropping

to the level of a camp follower, and that was when she had met Major

George Waldon. He'd been handsome, straight and slender as a bayonet,

looking ten years younger than his forty-five, and finally, a genius at

making love. Whatever she'd learned or knew sexually, George had taught

her ... that beautiful man she had immediately fallen hopelessly in

love with ... taught her carefully and with the ultimate of skill,

keening her young passions on the whetted edge of never-ending desire.

Their plans together had been lifelong ... and then he had suddenly

been torn away from her, never to come back!

Was it any great wonder that she should draw a parallel between Frank

Douglas, a man of similar age, and the lover who had brought her so

much happiness? That same night and with few second thoughts, Shirley

had excitedly made her decision. Security and kindness Frank had

offered. There'd been no doubt in her mind of their assurance, but more

important, she had measured by memory the experienced ability of an

older man who knew how to truly love a girl! The following morning in

his office she had given him her "yes" answer ... and he'd not even

tried to kiss her!

It'd been a private quickie wedding in Las Vegas without so much as

Lisa's knowing, a weekend in which Shirley had eagerly looked forward

to the intimate dynamics of sensual love once more, but ... they'd

never happened! All else had been heavenly, up to that moment when he'd

possessively cradled himself between her hungering thighs after kissing

her all over in almost reverent exaltation ... and suddenly she'd

realized that his huge penis was almost limp! Shocked disbelief could

hardly explain the frustrated feelings she had known at that moment.

Earlier, it'd been like some remarkable phenomenon the equal of which

she'd never seen in its long, sinewy thickness, as hard and erotically

menacing as a God's promise ... then ... nothing!

He'd embarrassedly wept, moving away from her and turning his back.

Shirley had tried to console him, forcing her own needful arousal into

the background with soothing whispers of understanding. He'd been so

long without physical love, she'd breathed into his ear; there was

nothing for him to fret over or be ashamed of ... in the morning it

would be different ... but it hadn't been, nor were the dozen attempts

that followed, no matter how she tried to inspire him. Once, in near-

desperation, she'd begun to move down over his big, age-softening body

with oral intentions, but he had caught hold of her and stopped it

there, suddenly bolting from the bed and their room to leave her not

only in frustration, but shamefully so. He'd despised her sincere

aggressiveness as perverted and wanton, she felt certain, and although

there were a few more futile tries made on his part, Shirley had

forcibly controlled her desire, resigning herself to the fact that

their marriage had been a terrible, terrible mistake.

Lately, he had taken to sleeping in another room, or drinking himself

into oblivion after dinner, and that generally in his study. How he

managed to carry on with his company demands amazed her, he was

drinking so heavily, but he did ... and now Vincent Rivers, with his

dog, Nomad, had arrived on the scene as business house-guests ... a

business Shirley didn't like the least little bit.

The beautiful animal, she had immediately taken to; who wouldn't? He

was a handsome, lovable dog. There was actually an acute sense of over-

intelligence about him which gave her an odd sensation, almost as if

she were in the presence of a human being when he was with her. But his

master ?

Frank had told her Vince Rivers was coming, nothing more. The moment

she'd seen the white Continental swerve into the drive and the too-

handsome, sleek-looking, well-dressed young man alight with an athletic

flourish of movement, something unpleasant had happened in her sex-

starved belly. There hadn't been time to analyze it then and in the

three days he had been with them, Lisa's belligerent attitude had kept

Shirley so on edge that she could concern herself with nothing else.

The vivacious young teenager despised her stepmother -- there was no

denying that, anymore than she could question the fact that Frank

Douglas' resentful daughter was using every means she could devise to

drive her from under their roof.

And Vincent Rivers gave her a distinct feeling of sexual uneasiness,

made her blush and squirm beneath the steady gaze of his lewdly

undressing dark eyes. She guessed him to be between thirty-two and

thirty-six, an unscrupulous bastard with women and as shady as an elm

tree. Yet he had Nomad, a magnificently lovable speciman of animal, and

their association confused her. The beautiful dog was not in keeping

with Rivers' obvious rakish character. Nomad was gentle and love beamed

radiantly from his big brown eyes, not exactly the emotion a man like

Vince Rivers would inspire, nor be able to instill in such a noble

beast. Where or how Frank had met this man, Shirley had no idea, but

the basis of his being there had to do with his buying a half-interest

in Douglas Electronics, a very disheartening thought!

Perhaps it was that questionable gift called woman's intuition which

had made her cringe at Frank's revelation, or maybe it was the fact

that she'd been associated with the business herself that long. Anyway,

she'd tried to talk to her half-drunken husband, not necessary to

discourage the affiliation with Rivers as much as to make Frank realize

what he was doing! After all was said and done, Douglas Electronics was

his baby!

"I've had it! Had it ... you hear, Shirley? Right up to the top of my

head I've had it!" Frank had replied, never looking in her direction,

never really raising his voice in emphasis as he walked around their

... her ... bedroom finding the clothes he wanted. "Rivers wants

Douglas Electronics. He sits on a fortune left to him by his

grandfather. He's young, vigorous, full of hopes and ideas! I like that

... because he reminds me of myself ... but I'm too old to do the

things I want for the company. He shows his money and he's in, Shirley

... top man! I ... we, if you

want to, we'll go to Europe ... play in the sun-lands ... anything, I

don't care! But ... I've had it! I want to get away from Los Angeles

and the Valley altogether!"

Shirley hadn't pressed. There'd been much more in the tone of his voice

than what he'd actually said. She knew he felt uselessly old and

incapable, but perhaps more than he, Shirley realized why. At that

moment, she could have cried for him, for both of them, because she did

love him in her own way ... she did! But the company was his, all his

to do with however he pleased. Not once in their six month marriage had

there been anything but the indulgent husband offering security and the

kindness he had proposed to her. Drunk? Yes, most of the time lately,

until it had become nearly unbearable between Lisa and herself, and

without any way Shirley could conceive of easing that building tension

...

The distraught young wife could hear her husband's daughter splashing

in the swimming pool as she finished with the canapes. The girl's boy

friend, Paul Fulton, had not come by as he'd promised earlier that

morning on the telephone. Shirley had overheard part of Lisa's

conversation and the teenager's mention of a two o'clock swim date. It

was now nearly four and the blonde girl imagined her stepdaughter to be

as razor-sharp angry as the jagged edge of a tin can, the way she

usually found her.

From the beginning, Lisa had not tried to hide her open contempt for

Shirley, invariably addressing her as "Stepmother" whether they were

alone or the house was filled with people. Shirley doubted that Frank

had even noticed the venom that literally dripped from his daughter's

pretty lips, or the bitterness gleaming in her lovely onyx eyes when

the seventeen year old came in contact with her. There was no question

but what she thought Shirley had married her father only for the money

and security he offered, partial reasons the vibrant blonde woman would

never deny, but never in the cold calculating light she knew that Lisa

saw it all. How could she explain to an embittered girl who hated her

the truth of her feelings toward Frank, and this ... unexpected torment

that was ruining both of their lives? God, she couldn't! No matter how

hard she tried, and Lord knows, she'd never stopped trying -- there was

just no way of reaching Lisa. Even at that moment, the preparations she

was engaged in were for her stepdaughter's graduation pool-party only a

few hours off.

Shirley turned away from the counter, wishing that Frank hadn't

insisted on making an almost social event of it. She, herself, had

wanted to confine the affair just to Lisa's teenage friends, but her

husband had felt it was a good time for parents and neighborhood

friends to get together for a "blast" as he put it, and there was no

reasoning with him these alcoholic days.

Actually, it hadn't been necessary for her to bother with any of the

preparations. The hired help who were due any minute would have looked

after it all. Frank had endowed her with ample people to keep her from

ever using her dainty little hands in the kitchen, but she had done it

because she wanted to! God, she had to keep doing something to occupy

her mind ... either that, or start running as fast and as far as she

could away from there ... and she wasn't quite ready to throw in the

towel yet ... but how much longer could she go on this way?

Nomad whimpered from his corner of the kitchen, attracting her

attention and Shirley smiled over at him, remembering her unnecessary

shortness with him moments before. He was such a sensitive animal. His

big brown eyes seemed to be pleading with her for just one kind word,

his beautiful ears like regal spires on a crown.

"Oh, come here, baby ... Shirley's sorry," the curvaceous, long-haired

girl half-whispered, dropping onto her lushly rounded haunches as he

quickly trotted toward her and she took his handsome head between

small, slender hands. "She didn't mean to scold you, darling, you're

such a lovable guy." She leaned close, kissing him between the eyes,

the affectionate act actually surprising her ... but he was such an

adorable animal. Instantly, his long, pink tongue licked out to brush

warmly over her lips in answer, a second surprising emotion flickering

inside her. "Well ... you old lover, you!" she softly exclaimed,

smiling as she straightened up, still fondly petting his massive head.

"Let's see if we can find something for you in the fridge before

Shirley takes a bath."

Nomad trotted along beside her, brushing against her naked thigh as if

he couldn't get close enough, she thought, pleased at his warm display

of attachment. She found the left-over end of a roast, little more than

a tidbit for his gargantuan appetite and she couldn't help but laugh as

he gulped it away in several bites of his powerful jaws. Then, he went

to his bowl of drinking water while she stood watching, at the same

time deciding against the swim she had planned on earlier. For certain,

Lisa wouldn't welcome her presence, and she doubted their relationship

would stand much more strain without bursting at the seams. Better that

she bathe and rest a little to be ready for whatever stress the evening

could hold in store.

Nomad whined behind her when she walked off toward her bedroom with a

heavy sigh. Shirley heard it and turned to see him staring

questioningly after her. Again, she smiled, her mood immediately

brightening at the longing expression on the big darling's handsome

face. "Well, come on if you want to, baby," she invited him. "I guess

we both need each other's company."

He barked, not loud, but as if he were actually answering her. He

quickly responded, brushing his strong, furry body against the smooth

naked flesh of her leg every step of the way into her bedroom, a

welcome feeling of companionship stirring pleasantly inside the forlorn

young bride. She couldn't help but think of his master as she closed

the door behind them, then again petted his great head.

"How did that sleazy man ever come by you Nomad?" Shirley asked aloud,

reaching up behind her back to unfasten her bikini halter. "Somehow,

you two just don't go together ... unless I have the charming Mr.

Vincent Rivers figured all wrong ..."

Nomad sat back on the soft plush bedroom carpeting to watch her quickly

stripping away her swimsuit, knowing from past experience that she

would be soft and white-looking to him, the nakedness of her with

nothing hidden causing his mouth to open as he began to quietly pant.

He watched her full-rounded curves quiver and sway to her undressing

movements, her pretty smile for him warm and real. Then he saw that the

long golden hair of her head was of a lighter shade than the fringing

curls between her smooth white thighs, and the sight of those long

tresses tossing with the ripples of her softly curved body pleased him.

Shirley couldn't help but study the remarkable dog while she drew water

and prepared her bath. He had followed her into the large tiled

bathroom to take up an observing position nearby, lying down on the

shag rug. He was such an affectionate and genial animal, to say nothing

of his striking beauty and intelligence ... and those eyes, almost

human, she mused, for the first time sensing a flushing twinge in her

cheeks at the way they were avidly staring at her.

Lord, what a ridiculous thought, the naked blonde beauty reasoned,

climbing into the tub. Then, the soothing warm water blended with her

preference of scented bath toiletry, slowly made her forget everything

for a few luxurious minutes. She caressed the fluffy suds over her

full, voluptuously rounded breasts, feeling their tiny pink nipples

budding firmly to her own touch, her denied young body stirring

sensuously as if provoked by the gentle hand of her lover. Memories of

her wonderful Major rushed to mind, but she drove them back, yet not

before a series of rippling delights tingled through her sensitive

loins and quickly aroused belly.

God, this would never do! She would only get herself worked up into a

helpless state of excitement, and there was no darling George to

satisfy the almost spontaneous heat building in her love-starved young

body! She climbed from the tub, refusing to even let herself think

until she was certain the tormentful interlude had passed ... but it

hadn't ... nor could she keep erotic reveries from worming into her

conscious mind! She could see her dead lover's virile nakedness as

clearly as if he were standing before her ... remembering how he had

made love to her ... and she to him ... his long thick length of

swollen male hardness rushing wildly up into her soft, craving belly

... or sucked eagerly into her wanting mouth ... his skilled tongue

licking feverishly between her legs ... oh God, yes, that was it,

intoxicating enchantment ... his magnificent, licking tongue!

Damn! I've got to stop this! Got to!

Nomad watched closely the movements of his hostess' glistening shapely

body as she climbed from the tub and began to quickly towel herself,

his sharp sense of smell detecting the sudden heated scent her female

nakedness had begun to breathe into the room. It was not one he was

unfamiliar with, and even before this he had picked up its exciting

aroma when he had gotten near her. He felt the reflexive heavy weight

come alive and grow in his own fetal loins as he watched her turn and

look at her reflection in the glassed walls of the room.

For a moment, Shirley stood statuesquely, admittedly taking pleasure in

the harmonious balance of her alluring young curves, a sensation of

narcissism strong in her mind-aroused belly. She was well aware of her

own physical charms, and had always secretly been excited by them ...

the full and pink nipple-capped breasts and slender waist sweeping into

the flare of her generously arched hips and smoothly rounded thighs.

How her loving Major had revered her long legs ... like those of a

goddess, he'd said, and the shape of her calves, slender ankles and

tiny feet, kissing them all over ... just as Frank had done the night

of their wedding.

With her fingertip, outlined the secret milky whiteness her bikini had

covered, remembering how that intimate flesh had fascinated her new

husband. He'd kissed it all, the resilient mounds of her firm, uptilted

breasts, the creamy, unsunned ovals of her breasts, kissed and

caressed with panting breaths of excitement ... and then ... what had

happened? Oh God, she didn't want to remember that ordeal ... and she

dropped her eyes to the satiny stretch of untanned skin covering her

flaring hips and the soft little bowl of her lower belly where the

gossamer triangle of sparse, blondish hair began to curl up over her

pussy mound and down along the fleshy vaginal lips, tiny quivers of

mounting excitement tippling feverishly through her.

She had no intentions of denying herself any longer! She was anything

but super-human, and her own love-making was better than none at all

... far better than anything she'd known the past six months! Not that

this was the first time she'd had to resort to her own fingers for

release since her gallant Major, but she'd truly tried to control her

desire as well as the unwanted method after marrying Frank.

Shirley dropped the bath towel and sighed with a visible tremble,

stroking her own caressing hands downward over her hips as she

passionately eyed the mirror. Her soft, short breaths increased in

their intensity with the brushing of her small hands inward toward the

smooth base of her trembling belly to the sensitively pulsating mound

of flesh beneath its silky covering. She taunted the aching mound,

pressuring her extended fingers inward, and the pinkness of her already

moistened vaginal slit briefly mesmerized her.

Oh God! I have to ... have to! I can't stand it another minute!

Nomad whined, suddenly commanding the naked young wife's desire-filled

attention. Almost shamefully, Shirley stopped her lewd, sensual

caresses, to look at him through sparkling blue eyes incited with self-

lust. "Just never mind! You don't have to watch if you don't want to!"

she said, then smiled lovingly at him. "But there are some things,

darling ... some things that a girl has to do once in awhile ... and

this is my once-in-awhile!" She moved toward him and he wagged his

tail, licking his long pink tongue around his jaws, then at her soft,

sweet-smelling hand when she bent down to brush it over his head.

She couldn't help but wonder if, or what, he might be actually thinking

as his big brown eyes seemed to sweep all over her nakedness with an

incredulous greed she told herself was in his eyes. Then, a sensation

of exhibitionism fired the stimulation eating at her as she stood there

posing lewdly before those gleaming animal orbs.

"Y-you can even watch, darling ... watch me do it to myself if you

want!" she whispered raspily, that lurid thought heaping unneeded coals

onto the glowing bed of desire licking hungrily inside her incited

loins and belly. "Come with me, Nomad baby!" she excitedly whispered,

leading him back into the bedroom. "Sit right there where you can see

good, young man, and watch Shirley make herself cum like an erupting

volcano!"

The massive German shepherd stayed beside her, not following, but

crowding his big strong body against the warm naked flesh of her thigh

as she walked, the emanating scent of her body-heat saturating his

sensitive nostrils. He waited, watching her climb onto the bed, her

soft curves dancing for him with every movement ... and then she was

lying on her back and breathing heavily, no longer looking in his

direction. He saw her long white legs spread open in a crab-like

position, her small hand moving down between them to the curl-fringed

pink opening of her loins. Intently, he locked his eyes on her pussy,

seeing her fingers beginning to work in a taunting, circling motion,

tiny sighs of delight coming from her parted lips as her lush white

buttocks rose and fell on the bed to accompany her rhythmically probing

fingers ... and that was when he effortlessly hopped up onto the bed!

The unexpected move took Shirley wholly by surprise. It abruptly

stopped her lurid cunt-fingering, momentarily shattering her sensuous

mood as she stared down between her quite obscenely spread legs to see

the powerful animal move forward between them, and she could only stare

in astonished wonderment! She drew away her hand almost in

embarrassment, and raised up onto her forearms. Certainly, he hadn't

frightened her ... simply startled her with his unexpected action ...

but there was also his lewd position between her yawning thighs to

consider!

Something held her back from ordering the huge dog away as she watched

in lascivious fascination, her widened blue eyes mirroring the

bewildering, heated impulses inside her. His loving brown ones were

sweeping over her exposed female charms as if he were actually

engorging a physical hunger, much like her own, she thought as she

gaped, breathlessly captivated. And then, he began moving in even

closer up over her, dropping his beautiful head to suddenly lick out

with a searing, liquid tongue against the satiny flesh of her softly

spasming belly!

Shirley gasped out at the unthought-of hot contact, the immediate

parchiness in her throat causing her to swallow with a gulping sound as

the pink length of abrasive animal-flesh began to lick wetly over her

tremoring, muscle-tightening belly! The sensations he immediately

aroused were unmeasurable and she felt helpless beneath them as again

and again he did it. She lay there beneath the intoxicating length of

his moist animalish caresses, his fervent tongue causing incredible

sensations of unknown desire to spiral blindingly through her body,

wildly feeding tier lustful yearning!

Ooohhh ... this was beyond the fantastic! He was acting like a lover

... and she had no intentions of stopping him! Just ... just how far

would he go if she let him? My God! The dog's long damp tongue was now

licking with hot possessiveness up over the quivering flesh of her

belly, working higher and higher until it was truly laving the ripely

swelling undersides of her desire-filled breasts! With a tenderness she

couldn't believe, he washed up over each of them in turn, narrowing in

closer and closer on the tiny straining buds of their pink nipples!

Shirley couldn't hold back the moan escaping her when his claiming dog-

tongue hotly grazed the desire-hardened tips, first one and then the

other, sending thrills of obscene enticement soaring through her

nakedly quivering body!

Ooohhh, Lord! She should stop him ... not let it go any further! It was

utterly salacious! Wh-what was she thinking or.

Then suddenly he stopped! Disappointment welled up inside Shirley and

she raised her head higher to see the hulking German shepherd backing

down between her wide-open legs. She bit at her lower lip to keep from

calling him back ... then, as she watched, he poised his massive head

between her lewdly spread thighs and slowly lowered it, his hot animal

breaths teasing against the fringe of silky blonde hair there!

Mesmerized, the keyed-up young wife shivered in disbelief when his cold

wet nose brushed against the warm sensitive flesh of her soft inner-

thighs ... gasping to its contact with the pouting pink lips of her

susceptible pussy! She heard his little whimper as he sniffed at her

sensually aroused loins, his long nose probing at her vulnerable pussy-

flesh with inconceivable familiarity! Shirley felt the moist coolness

of it beginning to explore the smooth valley between her spread-apart

buttocks, and then the fearfully shying lips of her puckered anus!

"Ooohhhh!" the luridly positioned young bride gasped in bewildered

excitement. "Y-you handsome devil! Just what are you up to?"

The dog's hot tongue, as if in answer, shot out to lick feverishly up

and down her deep nether crevice, centering on her snug little anal

mouth, the worming tip wiggling between the clasping, baby-like lips!

Again, Shirley gasped out in lust-charging captivation as his tongue

began to lick wetly at the narrow pink cuntal split between her

obscenely held-open thighs! Involuntary moans gurgled up into her

parched throat, responsive tremors fluttering over her naked white

flesh as he laved fluidly upward over the full length of her passion-

moistened cunt! Ooohhhh Lord ... what wild sensations ... and they were

stabbing inward to penetrate to the very nerve center of her

tremulously Tired belly!

He didn't stop, nor did she want him to! His searing animal-tongue

began to spread between the resilient, swollen lips of her curl-framed

pussy with tong, intensive sweeps, splaying the erotic pink flesh,

pausing finally to lunge with an assailing twirl far up into the heated

depths of her ardently throbbing vagina! Shirley choked, her desire-

filled young body convulsing as she dropped flat onto her back,

writhing in ungovernable enchantment to his incessant oral love-making,

mindlessly drawing her legs back to give the handsome beast full access

to her steaming loins!

From the beginning of his obscenely beautiful love-making, the too-long

denied young wife had been helpless, unable to resist the intoxicating

thrills his pleasureful tongue was generating through her sex-starved

body. Her moaning increased beneath his unceasing licking, her lust-

inflamed mind slipping into a nirvana of pure sensuality. He too whined

as his ravishing animal-tongue grazed and bathed her unresisting loins,

from the tiny circle of her anus tingling upward through the hot wet

crevice of her sensation-infused cunt. At the peak, it hesitated, his

skill perplexing her when it abruptly flicked at the quivering bud of

her clitoris, forcing a groan of enrapturing shock to burst from her

lips.

Time lost its meaning! On and on it went, nothing else in the world of

the least importance, nothing except the magnificent, relentless tongue

licking maddeningly through and over her burning, passion-wet cuntal

flesh until she was gasping and writhing in her feverish nakedness

beneath it!

"Ooohhh ... ooohhh ... ooohhh ... Shirley groaned in throaty sounds as

Nomad flicked his tongue in a fervid, spearing coil up beyond the

clasping mouth of her long-unused vaginal passage! "Oooohhh ... yes ...

yes, darling! Do it ... do it for Shirley, lover! Make me cuuummmmmm!"

With an animalistic whine of her own, the lust-crazed blonde girl drew

her knees lewdly back further to her pulsating breasts, and reaching

down between them to grasp the dog's ears, pulling his long nose down

tight into her wetly clutching vagina! His sizzling tongue raced up the

hot, greedy channel like a loving whip, his canine whimpers mixing with

hers to his fierce, lashing penetration of the glistening flesh between

her wantonly gaping thighs and buttocks.

"Damn ... yes! Oh, lick it, darling! Lick the fire out of my pussy!"

she hissed again, raising her head higher to stare down between her

luridly drawn-up thighs and elevated loins to watch whatever she could

of the forbidden, bestial picture! Almost frantic impulses of burning

passion charged through her at the obscene spectacle! Her wide-split

cunt was flushed to a. blood-engorged redness, its raw flesh the most

lust-enthralling sight she could remember! Her hair-lined cuntal lips

were spread like a ravenous mouth with Nomad's long animal-nose thrust

right up into the tight, slippery sheath of her inflamed vagina! She

could feel his powerful jaws working when he opened them wider, working

his tongue like a huge throbbing cock, stretching the elasticized

entrance as he burrowed it wildly up into her quaking belly, reaching

new intimate depths with every exotic lunge! Frantically, she began to

pull at his great furry head while thrusting her omniverously devouring

loins up at him, tucking his long tongue like a thick, fur-covered cock

farther and farther up into her screaming cunt!

Shirley never heard the pained whimper the big animal made. She was too

overwhelmed by the unique sensations of his raging tongue-tip smoothing

against, then trying to worm its way into the little clam-like mouth of

her cervix, incredible impulses of shattering intensity convulsing her

naked young body! Ooohhh ... she was going to cum! He'd done it ...

with his beautiful long nose shoved right into her clasping pussy-flesh

and his magnificent tongue stabbing like a hot flame at her sensitive

cervix!

Deliriously, the love-hungering young bride clutched at the dog's head,

forcing his phallic nose another fraction of an inch up into the hotly

throbbing passage. She grasped mindlessly at his ears as she lustfully

humped her wide-split loins up onto his buried animal-face and felt the

insane ecstasy of his scorching tongue caressing and spearing deep up

between her quivering legs.

"Ooohhh Goddd ... I'm cuummmiiinnnggg ... babbyyyyyy!" Shirley cried,

hauling almost savagely at Nomad's handsome head as she tucked it in

wanton passion, the bubble of sensuous excitement bursting inside her

to deluge her spasming nakedness with exhaustive ripplings of orgasmic

fulfillment ...!

Chapter 2

Lisa slipped the white terry-cloth shift on over the brief bikini she

had bought especially for her party. With a flourish she freed her long

raven hair, shook it out and began to brush with intentions of up-

sweeping it into a practical pony-tail. She smiled to herself as she

visualized the expression her boy friend Paul would undoubtedly light

up with at first glimpse of her teeny-weeny black bikini. At least, she

hoped he would; she'd bought it with him in mind. While it actually

provided all of the conventional coveting society demanded, it had been

designed to provoke the male senses more than nakedness ever could ...

depending, of course, on what one had in mind.

The vivacious, dark-eyed teenager sipped at her vodka-tonic as she sat

before her vanity adeptly styling her coiffure, the little cogs of her

mind working right along in unison. She'd been more disappointed than

angry when Paul hadn't shown up for their private swim-date earlier,

but he'd put her at ease with a phone call, belated as it was. A sudden

interview for a position at one of the local banks had come up and he'd

only had a few minutes to make it. Consequently, he hadn't been able to

call her until after, and as always, the handsome lamb had been full of

apologies. It had been something his father had arranged for him with

the bank manager, a business acquaintance Paul had said, but he really

had no idea what his chances were of getting the position.

She hoped to God he didn't have any! Lisa could think of nothing more

devastating than a life with a banker-husband and living close to

everything she wanted to get away from ... well, maybe not everything

... not daddy, anyway ... but Paul's doting, religious parents, and

that crafty bitch Shirley who had hoodwinked her father into marrying

her. The thought of an existence amidst them was nauseating. Oh, the

Valley was a tremendous area all right, but a few thousand miles

separating them would be a hell of a lot better, especially between

shrewd Shirley and herself. Her mom had probably turned over in her

grave, poor darling, and there was no question but what that blonde

whore had daddy well on the way to becoming an alcoholic. Of course, he

realized his mistake now, after it was too late ... saw her for what

she was, but she'd already sunk in her fangs. No matter which way he

turned, she was going to financially bleed him, and as much as

anything, Lisa didn't want to be on hand to watch that. God, she might

throttle her with her own little hands!

The well-proportioned teenager gulped from her glass as if to wash away

the mounting, never-absent resentment she couldn't help but feel for

her "stepmother." She was hardly a drinker, but for the last year her

father had permitted her one or two before dinner if she wanted them.

She preferred the non-lingering effects of a little marijuana, though

Paul got uptight when she even mentioned it, so she'd been careful to

only sneak a joint in now and then with her girl friends.

Lisa had long since made up her mind that nothing was going to go wrong

between Paul Fulton and herself. She loved him and had for several

years, even knew way back then that she was going to marry him the

moment he was out of college, and now he was! He had his degree, was a

financial specialist, and she didn't intend that all of those long

years of waiting while he prepared himself should be wasted with him

ending up in some crummy bank job! There were bigger and more beautiful

things in store for them, she felt certain!

Tonight was going to be one of those spectacular events ... a happening

... because she intended to give him the virginity she'd been carefully

saving for that moment when they both arrived! And they had! The

education bit was now behind them. She had no desire to go on and be

anything but Paul Fulton's wife, and he possessed the credential which

could and would support them! They'd get married right away and use the

trust fund her mom had left her for a start ... go east somewhere ... a

couple of thousand miles at the least, far from all of this and the

bitch of a "stepmother" who had kept her from her own father's wedding!

But she didn't want to think of Shirley, or any of the immediate

environment suffocating her... only Paul ... the way he kissed her ...

the myriad times she had unwantingly pressed his creeping hand from

between her hot thighs, or away from the swollen fullness of her

straining breasts ... feeling his throbbing hardness against her

aroused, soft belly when he held her tightly against him! Those were

the ultimate things in her life, and tonight she'd show him with no

limits, right in the back seat of his car, the tiny bikini she was

wearing not only the enticing prop which was going to seduce him, but

the easiest garment in the world to be rid of in an emergency!

* * * *

Vincent Rivers enjoyed meeting new people, they were all potential

contributors to his livelihood. He enjoyed flashing his practiced

smile, holding a wife's hand a second too long, watching the way they

made over Nomad. Women, hungry wives, had always intrigued him in veins

even going beyond sex, specifically gold ones, though that sensual

sport invariably played a part in the final accomplishment.

He was pleased with the multitude of female guests milling about Frank

Douglas' pool-side, hardly noticing their male companions as he quietly

sat in a deck chair, arising only when someone chose to introduce him.

Nomad lay stretched out, leashed beside him. It wasn't quite time to

let the powerful German shepherd do his Geiger-counter thing, though

Vince had no doubts but what he would in grand style. The mutt hadn't

failed him yet ... and he'd thought he was being taken in that poker

game ... that fucking gypsy ...

A teenage dollie jumped into the pool and came up with one firm, white

breast exposed, causing his heavy loins to stir reflexively while the

other kids laughed heartily, one boy making an attempt to help the

unembarrassed girl conceal the resilient nipple-tipped mound back

inside the wisp of her bathing suit brassiere. He watched their hell-

raising antics, the enticing young chicks constantly pulling and

tugging at their tiny bikinis, the fellows paying no attention. Maybe

he was more highly sexed, he thought as he went through the motion of

lighting a cigarette, confident that his smile was more handsome than

lecherous ...

And then, she made her appearance, the belle of the occasion, Miss Lisa

Douglas ... and wearing a black bikini that was nothing short of

nothing! On a body like hers, it could be called "inciting to not!"

Damn! When she turned from him he saw that about two inches of her deep

young ass-crevice was on display, and any man could hardly ignore the

voluptuously rounded ovals of those full teenage buttocks ... unless he

was looking at her stepmother! Christ knows, he'd feasted his eyes on

the both of them enough the past few days, but only in wishful

thinking. Right now he had no intentions of lousing up his big score

with daddy, and making a pass at his women-folk could sure as hell do

it. On the other hand, should either one of those dolls give him the

eyes, which wasn't likely, he was damn certain he wouldn't pass it up.

What surprised the casually dressed, roving-eyed house guest was that

lovely blonde Shirley Douglas seemed to be on the up and up. At first,

he'd figured her for a cool, seductive operator who was putting her own

bite on the old boy and using her ass as the tender trap, but that

wasn't adding up. They didn't even sleep together, and Frank was zonked

most of the time. Still, they got on great together, no outward

animosity, with her always right there to look after his wants and

needs. A crazy frigging setup ... a luscious broad like her with no

obvious cock keeping her happy ... or maybe she was a lez! Could be!

She certainly chilled him right from the beginning. But if she was,

little Lisa wasn't her partner, not the way those two got on.

It was obvious that the kid had no use for her "stepmother" ... and the

way she could spit out that word, like it was burning acid in her

pretty teenage mouth. Yeah, Lisa was jealous, all right, or it might

just be that the kid didn't like the cut Shirley would get of the

family jewels should something happen to daddy. Well, neither of them

were going to have too much worrying over that end of it. He intended

to help alleviate their problem and damned soon, as quick as he was

satisfied that he had Frank Douglas' signature down pat and he could

lay his hand on a company check.

Speak of the devil ... Vince saw the big grey-haired man walk onto the

scene wearing swim-trunks and a broad gun, with a drink in his hand. He

was tall with heavy shoulders, but softening, a layer of tanned flab

and the beginning of a paunch showing his age. Once, he'd probably been

quite athletic, Vince thought, watching his mark shaking hands and

spreading greetings around amongst smiling, drinking friends. Everyone

seemed to like the old boy, or at least they were pretending to ... and

why not, invited to a free bash like this, servants and the whole

smear. Lucky bastard, sitting on his pot of gold ... while he walked

around with fifty bucks in his pocket and the goddamn finance company

trying to locate his Continental. Shit, he had to make his move soon

...

A burst of rock sounds filled with twilight, drowning out some of the

laughter and voices. Vince watched Lisa with her wide-eyed, skinny boy

friend join some of the other teenagers in a series of sensual

gyrations they camouflaged under the term "dancing." Paul Fulton

reminded him of a jack-o'-lantern the way he was grinning and bug-

eyeing the curvy young bitch's near-naked breasts, and Christ, Vince

couldn't blame him much. Those firm full mounds were doing a mind-

bending dance all their own, like the half-revealed ovals of her

rounded ass-cheeks, and there weren't too many of the older male

generation present who were missing the attraction. Not that the pool-

side was lacking in sexy young female pulchritude, but Lisa Douglas was

by far the star, over-shadowed only by her blonde stepmother and she

was hiding her voluptuous charms beneath a silky summer-slack outfit as

she moved among the guests.

Vince felt his penis stir agitatedly in his pants as he watched the

generous curves of the provocative teenager ripple and sway temptingly

to the rhythm of the music. Christ, what a delight it'd be to sink his

thick cock between those, young, tender thighs. He wondered if she was

a virgin? Probably not ... rarities these days ... but was she wasting

it on that scrawny bastard, Fulton? Shit, he didn't look as if he'd

know what to do with it ... and she was a friendly kid, too, at least

she had been so far with him. No come-on or anything like that, but no

chill the way blonde Shirley stirred him, either ...

Nomad's sudden whimper beside him caught Vince River's attention. He

looked down to see the big animal staring in the direction of an

approaching redhead. She was smiling down at the mutt, a shapely doll

about his own age, Vince appraised, her over-abundance of breasts

straining the multi-colored halter trying to harness them. Her hips and

thighs were just a little meaty, but maybe it was the tightness of the

shorts she was wearing. Christ, the outline of her pussy-lips was as

distinct as the part in his hair!

She bent down and petted the dog, giving Vince an ample display of deep

white cleavage before beaming him a smile. "You're Vincent Rivers,

aren't you? I'm Anita Parsons, next door neighbor," she introduced

herself as he stood up catching her hand to hold in a gentle pressure.

"I've already met Nomad. He's dropped by for a snack a couple of times

..."

I'll bet, Vince thought, nodding and smiling as she rambled on. So, the

old Geiger-counter was working true to form ... and her hubby was an

attorney ... probably with some loot stashed, too, but nothing like

daddy Frank was sitting on. Well, she would do for a romp or two if

nothing better turned up, the slick con-artist decided, fileing her

into his mental archives. And she was turning it on for him like a

whore on holiday ... Then a couple more neighborhood wives joined her,

all with special attentions for the lecherous mutt who always got the

gravy before he did, and by the looks of things the four-legged cock-

hound had really been getting around.

Vince unleashed the whimpering German shepherd, watching with inner

delight the way he began brushing up against the trio in turn to

brighten the atmosphere with some scarlet faces. Then, he was off to

rub the thighs of a few more, Vince making his excuses and following

along to keep score. Christ, the bastard had really been doing all

right for himself, though only Anita Parsons looked like anything worth

following up. But guests were still arriving, and the party was getting

livelier and bawdier; lots of goodies could happen yet. A couple trying

to dance with the younger group suddenly fell into the pool. The

teenagers were getting more disgusted by the minute. Oh, that

generation gap. Vince grinned to himself ... and then, he saw Paul

Fulton leading Shirley by the hand to the dance area and Lisa's eyes

glaring like a pair of jeweled flame-throwers! Yeah, things were

getting wilder and wilder, all right!

* * * *

Frank Douglas wasn't too surprised after he'd raised his hands and

asked for quiet, then beckoned his only child to his side, putting his

arm affectionately around her slender young waist to feel her recoil.

He knew he was drunk and that she hated that, and that she regarded

most of their neighbors and friends as a generation of hypocrites with

their booze and sleezy infidelities, practicing a "do as I say, and not

as I do," philosophy on their children. He was well aware of all that,

plus her dislike of Shirley and lack of respect for him in marrying

her. But he was in hopes that when he handed her the keys to the new

convertible parked in the drive which he'd bought her as a graduation

present, she would understand he loved her, and above all that he

wanted her to love him as she always had ...

Lisa smiled, thanked him, then kissed his cheek while everyone clapped,

the cold little imprint of her lips lingering there long after the

party was back in full swing. Frank went to the bar and replenished his

Scotch on the rocks, bantering meaningless words with grinning-faced

guests, feeling empty inside. He saw Lisa in her white shift now,

pulling at Paul Fulton's arm as if she were trying to drag him away

from dancing with Shirley.

"We're all leaving ... come on, Paul!" Frank heard his teenage daughter

snap. "This party's getting to be a drag ... isn't that right,

stepmother? Come on, hon, I'll let you be the first to drive my

consolation prize. We're all going to Jerry's!"

Christ, what had happened to his whole goddamn world? Had he been that

wrong in thinking he was entitled to a second helping of happiness

after Mavis died? It wasn't as if he'd rushed out like a madman with

his cock in his hand looking for someone to stick it into. He'd waited

for five years, five lonely years that he never would've been able to

endure if it hadn't been for Lisa, along with his work. Then, his

blonde angel had come along, but even when he realized that he was

crazy in love with her, he'd waited, letting it grow on him, not

wanting to make an ass of himself or hurt anyone. And in the end, he'd

done just that ... wound up an impotent old fool hurting everyone

involved.

He watched his beautiful young wife move gracefully away from the

teenagers without a word back at his embittered daughter, immediately

smiling and joining a circle of older guests. Christ, how he loved her,

but he loved his daughter Lisa too, and how could he take sides? He'd

hoped that somehow they'd be able to work it out between them, that

gradually Lisa's jealous rancor would mellow, but it hadn't, and he

knew that Shirley had bent over backward to reach the girl.

Damn, his Shirley was such a luscious beauty. He'd never forget their

wedding night when he'd seen her for the first time all breathtakingly

naked. Spellbound, he'd stood there stating at her lying on the bed

like a sculptured statue of a goddess come to life, waiting for him to

come and take her. His heavy cock had burst into the hardness of an

anvil, he remembered, throbbing and hurting with its long denial. He'd

been gasping, almost choking as he crawled onto the bed, afraid to

touch her for fear she might shatter, or dissolve right before his eyes

... And then, he'd kissed her all over, every secret inch of her soft

intimate curves and smooth hollows with a hungering reverence that

seemed to drain the sap from his very bones! His loins had pulsated

with a torment the likes of which he'd never imagined, and though the

aching desire to thrust his lust-swollen cock up into her waiting hot

belly had been a near-insanity inside him ... he knew he couldn't ...

she was too precious ... too delicately gorgeous to violate!

A fixation? That's what Doc Gordon had told him ...

"Nothing unusual about it, Frank," he'd said. "Men who revere rather

than love a woman often get hung-up this way. But I wouldn't worry too

much about it. Give it a little time, fellow ... remember, you're fifty

like me, and you've suddenly walked back into the Garden of Eden." He'd

laughed. "Some of these young apples can really give you a belly ache,

and they don't have to be green either ..."

There'd been more ... nothing of value. He'd gone to a bar and drank

himself into a lusty state, then taxied home, leaving his car behind,

determined to do what he'd finally come to realize she really wanted

him to do, make passionate love to her! God, how excited she'd been,

sensuously offering that beautiful white body up to him ... and even

moving down over him to suck his refusing limp penis into hardness for

both of them ... but he couldn't let her! He just couldn't let her ...

she was too beautiful.

Someone said something, addressing him directly and the big man nodded

and laughed. He hardly knew what was going on around him. Christ, he

was drunk ... and that was the best part ... not knowing what was going

on around you. He wandered off, knowing he was staggering, but making a

special effort. Maybe Lisa was right, the party was getting to be a

drag, especially for incapable old men. He'd go to his study where he

could drink in quiet and think about Shirley. What the hell did he care

about these neighborhood scrubs? Nothing ... not really, and his

daughter's cold kiss still clung to his cheek ... Christ, how he hoped

Rivers would take the operation of the business off his hands ... maybe

then he and Shirley ... maybe ... just maybe ...

* * * *

Shirley had drunk more than usual, but she wasn't sorry. God knows, she

really needed its effects to keep her going this horrible night. Frank

had just gone off into the house and there wasn't much doubt what his

intentions were. Lisa had hurt him deeply, damn her. What she needed

was a good face slapping and someone to bring her to her senses. Oh,

Shirley didn't care about the way the embittered girl had acted with

her; that was unimportant, but with her own father and in front of

everyone ... My consolation prize ...! What a wicked thing to say ...

and the way she'd acted because Paul had asked her, Shirley, to dance!

Nothing had gone right all evening for the unhappy blonde wife, though

she had anticipated most of it. All the same, she'd been careful not to

let the guests read it like an open book on her face. Not that she

personally cared about appearances, but for Frank and Lisa's sake, yes,

she did. And to make matters just a little worse, she had seen the way

Nomad was being friendly with some of the neighbor wives, an odd

sensation of jealousy gnawing at the base of her belly. Maybe, she'd

been a little too free in letting Mr. Rivers' pet out to roam around.

Anita Parsons had been making over him every chance she got all

evening, and Nomad had responded by rubbing up against her ... God ...

had that red-headed bitch taken advantage of him too?

"They've changed the music to something a little more in keeping with

my era, Mrs. Douglas ... would you care to try it once?" Vincent

Rivers' voice jarred Shirley from her thoughts. She half-turned to see

his too-handsome face smiling confidently down at her. Simultaneously,

Nomad trotted up, whimpering, and began to brush affectionately against

her legs.

"Well, hello, darling ... where've you been all evening?" she managed,

bending down to pet his great animal-head, her mind racing like an

atomic engine. She knew she was blushing when she straightened. "Th-

They never forget the hand that feeds them, do they?"

"No ... of course not, and I'm sure you've fed him well ... taken the

best of care of him while I've been following your husband around the

plant, Shirley," he said, actually using her given name for the first

time. "You're very kind and I appreciate it, but I think I'd like it

better if you danced with me."

She could think of no way to refuse her house guest, and after all, it

was a little ridiculous, wasn't it? At last surveillance, this was

supposed to be a party, and there were some thirty other people milling

around ... She let him take her hand and draw her possessively inside

his arms. He didn't dance ... he floated, and that was certainly what

she would have expected from Vince Rivers. Not one tiny mistake as she

sensed herself seeming to blend with his lean, tall frame to the

pleasing rhythm of the music; yet he didn't clutch at her, nor

suggestively press against the soft give of her enjoying body as she

feared he might. It'd been so long since she'd danced this way ... and

the liquor, warm in her belly, was excitingly spurring her on.

"Do you do everything as well as you dance, Shirley?" he whispered down

into her ear.

She felt herself starching to the question, made a misstep and

stumbled. He caught her gracefully, smoothing back into basic steps.

She said: "I'm not very accomplished, Mr. Rivers. I suppose you'd just

have to call me a ... loyal housewife?"

"The backbone of the world they tell me," he replied. "But then, like

Kinsey, I like to find things out for myself. He tells a raft of

secrets regarding loyal housewives."

Shirley swallowed tightly, but not from his words as much as the more

possessive hold he had taken around her. For the first time, she felt

the undeniable swell of his hardening male flesh snug against the

resilience of her soft belly. She looked up at him, her defensive blue

eyes fighting his shifty dark ones. "You've got the wrong wife, Mr.

Riven," she hissed, but not before the sensation of his lengthening

hardness stirred whiskey-roused impulses to flutter through her man-

denied young loins.

"No ... I've just got a girl who's made up her mind to dislike me," he

replied, still smiling. "She likes my dog but she despises me."

"Your dog wears his heart on his collar, Mr. Rivers. There's nothing

pretentious about him."

"And me? Am I some sort of vampire?"

"Some sort, but I haven't figured that out yet," Shirley replied as the

song ended and she backed out of his arms. "Maybe I will if you're here

a few more days."

"And maybe you're just trying to protect what the virgin does," Rivers

said, wishing immediately that he hadn't. Christ, she was sharp ...

Shirley laughed. "Virgin? Let's not make the game too complicated, Mr.

Rivers. Virgins are your meat, as the saying goes. No ... no ... you

have bigger stakes in mind than innocent little girls, and I'll remind

you that I'm not one of them. Be careful, sir! Be careful! Frank

Douglas isn't without people who love him!"

Chapter 3

Vince Rivers stared after the sensually flowing curves of Shirley

Douglas with lustful eyes as the young blonde wife walked away from him

to bid good night to some guests who were leaving. He knew there was a

noticeable bulge in the front of his trousers if any of the

neighborhood bitches cared to take a look. Maybe it would give them a

little charge, but he could care less now. Anita Parsons and entourage

were no longer even considerations ... not after the way Nomad's unique

indicator had beamed through to him! Christ, he still could hardly

believe it, but when the goddamn mutt began to rub up against them,

there was no question ... at least, the frigging hound had never given

him a bum steer yet!

His loins had begun to churn hotly from the mere thought of the dog

getting to that gorgeous display of female flesh, his lecherous plans

rapidly charting a new course that he hadn't thought was navigable. He

smiled inwardly as he watched Shirley's voluptuous figure glide toward

the house with bewitching quivers, accompanying her guests with others

joining and tossing in their good nights. Yeah, this cruise had

suddenly taken on a whole new aspect for him ... not that the scenery

hadn't been dazzling all the way, but there was nothing like docking in

an unexpected, exotic port to really get the flavor of the natives!

Shirley could hardly keep her mind on what she was saying, she was that

angry with Vince Rivers' brazen pass ... and he was supposed to be a

friend and business associate of Frank's, to say nothing of being a

guest in their house! Somehow, she managed to maintain her smile and

exchange pleasantries with departing neighbors and friends, until

finally everyone had left but the caterers who were looking to the

cleaning up. God, she was never so happy to see an evening come to an

end ... the way Lisa had acted ... and Frank getting drunk, then just

walking off without so much as a good night to anyone.

She had feared that Rivers might wait around until the others were

gone, then try to pick up where he'd left off, but thank God, he

hadn't, and she assumed that he'd gone to his room. Damn, but she had

certainly pegged him for the louse he was, hadn't she! Poor Frank ...

she had to think of some way to keep him from making any sort of deal

with that man! He was dishonest and she was positive of it! The way her

husband was drinking, he was just no match for Vincent Rivers.

She found Frank passed out and snoring loudly in his study. With little

tears in her eyes, Shirley went to the linen closet and got a blanket

to cover him, then made herself a nightcap, and wearily walked to her

bedroom. Sighing, she dropped onto the edge of the bed to sip from the

glass and try to unwind. Almost immediately her surroundings brought to

mind the forbidden lustful performance she had given herself to with

Nomad only hours before ... and as lewd and obscene as it had been, she

wasn't sorry ... even knew that she would do it again if given the

chance!

Little tremors of excitement, which had continued to smolder inside

Shirley ever since the handsome animal's love-making, grew with

intensity as she remembered the pleasureful sensations he had brought

her. Even dancing with the German shepherd's despicable master had

helped to stimulate her more when the hot feel of his hardening penis

had begun to throb against her soft belly. Though she was ashamed at

the mere thought of her weakness, the confused and love-hungry girl

couldn't deny that it was true.

She finished her drink and with another long sigh arose to undress.

Absent-mindedly, she moved about the room, shutting off the air-

conditioner and opening the patio doors slightly, her mind unable to

ignore the tormenting glow of carnal arousal still simmering in the

depths of her sensuous young body. Then, as she was reaching up behind

to unfasten her brassiere, she heard the scratching on her door!

A warm sensation of excitement raced through Shirley as she stood there

in white nylon panties and lace brassiere staring at the locked

barrier. Of course, it couldn't be anyone else ... not scratching ...

and there it was again! She moved quickly toward it, silently

withdrawing the bolt and opening it just a crack to peak. It was! She

saw the brilliant sparkle of his soft brown eyes reflecting the glow

from her vanity lamp, and then he whimpered up at her. Without a word,

Shirley opened the door wide enough for him to enter, closing and

locking it quickly behind him, then turned to drop down on her smooth

rounded haunches, taking his big head between her slender white hands.

"You big darling!" she whispered, her breaths quickening as she kissed

him on the nose. "How did you know that I needed you so badly again

tonight?"

* * * *

Vince Rivers watched it all from the darkness of his cracked-open

doorway. He grinned lecherously to himself as he saw his dog enter the

woman's bedroom and her door close without a sound. Like clockwork, he

thought, reaching down to lewdly stroke a hand over his desire-swollen

penis cramped inside his pants and shorts. But not for long, the

scheming forgery artist mused, backing inside to snap on a fight and

begin to strip.

He'd give the mutt a little time to swing into his act and just hope

she didn't change her mind and close the patio door he'd watched her

open from the shadows of his own pool-side verandah. If she did, he'd

have to figure something else, because he was damn sure going to get in

there ... but the element of surprise ... just walking right in to

catch her with the tucking dog right at it! Christ, this was going to

be the brass ring ... and big daddy was stoned to his ass in the study

... perfect!

Naked, Vince Rivers slipped on a robe, tying the belt around him so

that it held the swollen length of his long thick cock up snug against

his lean belly, then walked out into the evening darkness. He could see

the faint glow of her light showing through the narrow space of the

still opened patio door. He moved stealthily toward it, his own

breathing sounding like a bellows to him in his lustful excitement.

Then, he saw them!

Jesus Christ! For a moment, he could only stand there with his eyes

riveted on the wild goddamn performance taking place on the bed, and he

couldn't help but remember the first time he'd seen Nomad working on

that gambling gypsy's slob of a wife in their carnival sideshow! Except

the long, widespread white legs the mutt was between at the moment

belonged to a luscious young beauty who was anything but a slob! Never

in his fucking life had he seen such an array of smooth, rounded

curves, and never had his aching hard cock ever throbbed more anxiously

to be buried hilt-deep in a bitch's hot, sheathing pussy!

From where he stood, Rivers couldn't see that intoxicating part of her

anatomy, only a portion of the gilt her blonde pubic hair offered, but

the way Nomad was licking between those crab-like spread thighs, he

knew he was going to revel in it! Then, she was drawing those same

smoothly rounded thighs up and back, still yawning open as she reached

down between them to catch hold of the mutt's ears, the generous arch

of her hips and nakedly revealed buttocks beginning an upthrusting

tucking motion that caused her lush, pink-nippled breasts to quiver

like heaping mounds of marshmallow!

He walked in!

Nomad raised his head and growled with a show of gleaming white fangs.

Shirley choked out a gasp, not seeing him at first, then jerking her

head to twist around, her long blonde hair flailing with the effort!

"Oh! Oh, my God!" she rasped, her blue eyes widening in shocked horror,

her every word and reaction exactly as he'd anticipated, except that

she didn't scream, or try to scramble from the bed, just laid there as

if suddenly frozen into her obscenely inviting position.

"Excuse me, but this is the whore of the manor's room, isn't it?" Vince

said, grinning lecherously down at her, unable to resist using the

upper hand he knew he held after her "loyal wife" routine earlier, and

the way she'd been chilling him for three days. "I hope I haven't

interrupted anything sacred ..."

Shirley could only gape up at the horrible apparition standing beside

her bed and grinning down at her lustfully exposed nakedness with an

expression of conquering lechery. Undiluted panic, made up of

spontaneous shame, shock and helplessness, raged frantically through

her. She thought of screaming, but she couldn't make a sound. Nomad's

deep-throated growls reached her and she wondered why the dog didn't

leap on his master and tear that grinning face to pieces! She

remembered her husband Frank dead-drunk in the study! And Lisa wasn't

even in the house.

"Out, mutt!" Rivers was ordering, moving backward to pull the patio

door open wider. "Out! You've had your fun and games ... now it's time

for the master, boy! Move! Get out!"

Reluctantly, Nomad backed from between her lewdly upraised thighs and

bounded down to the floor, only half looking back with flattened ears

and a growl as Vince Rivers closed the door behind him. Slowly then,

Shirley lowered her long naked legs to the bed, drawing them together

protectively as she stared in growing, unhidable dread at the too-

handsome man who had suddenly invaded and somehow held control over her

most intimate life!

"Wh-what do you think you ... you're going to do?" she heard her own

voice ridiculously whine as he began to pull at his robe.

Rivers sniggered. "Well, for openers I thought I might take up where

the mutt left off ... You know, eat some of that hard-to-get pussy of

yours. Then I had in mind fucking you cross-eyed! Any objections, Mrs.

Douglas?"

Shirley moaned as if she'd been jabbed with a series of tiny stabbing

needles, the lewd sounds of his pornographic words and lustful

intentions sending confusing, apprehensive chills racing frantically

over her naked flesh.

"Y-You can't! My God, you can't!" she gasped, raising to her elbows as

he jerked open his robe, her widened blue eyes level with the long

thick length of his blood-filled hardness falling into its menacing

right-angled position to the lean hairy slenderness of his naked loins.

Below, at its widened base, Shirley saw the massive bulge of his sperm-

filled testicles, and she couldn't resist centering her eyes on the

reddishly bulbous head half-hidden in its thick foreskin, with a tiny

pearlish drop of his semen oozing from its little end-slit.

"You like it, Mrs. Douglas?" he taunted, reaching down to lewdly grasp

the husky length and begin to stroke it, tugging its sheathing foreskin

back to reveal the blood-engorged head in its entirety. "Suckable, eh?

Even better than the tucking mutt's, right? Makes your mouth water." He

laughed and kneed his way up onto the bed, moving toward her feet, the

waggling shaft of his huge cock ever facing her in her elbowed

position.

"Oh please ... please don't, Vince ... I'm sorry ... sorry for

everything!" Shirley suddenly gasped. "Pleaseeeeee ... I beg you, don't

... for Frank's sake ... he's your friend!" she whined as he took her

feet and spread them apart, his eyes gleaming and his lips stretched

wide in a lecherous grin the equal of which she'd never seen. Wider, he

forced them, until her long legs were spread as open as they'd

willingly been for Nomad, and the pink inner-flesh of her moist cuntal

split was completely exposed to him! "Oh ... oh don't ... I can't fight

you ... but you know you shouldn't ... no matter what, you know it's

wrong, damn you!"

Outside, Nomad stalked the darkness of the grounds, though they might

have been flooded in sunlight for him. Animal rage seethed inside his

powerful muscular body, as well as unfulfilled ruttish desire. This was

not a new torment for him to be confronted with by his master, but

before it had never seemed to matter as it did this time. He had very

much wanted to mate with the golden-haired female, and he couldn't rid

himself of that desire. Eventually, the huge, handsome animal found

himself a place in the shadow of a bush to lie down, and with open,

panting jaws he lay there watching, his feral loins throbbing heavily

with the aroused instinct his golden-female had inspired within him.

"Spread 'em, baby ... spread 'em wide for me!" Rivers taunted inside

the bedroom, moving up between Shirley's smooth open legs until his

face was only inches above the curl-fringed flesh of her vulnerable

loins. He stiffened out, pressuring the hardened length of his long

thick cock down into the give of the sheeted mattress as he ogled the

wet pink delicacy of Frank Douglas' own private cunt!

She was panting loudly now from her parted lips, her head raised, and

her eyes wide as she began to squirm, with the full white columns of

her satiny thighs stretched apart to capacity, the glistening crevice

of her sparse, hair-fringed pussy starting to rotate in little circles

as if her ass-cheeks were resting on a lazy susan! Goddamn ... that

mutt had really worked her up! The gorgeous bitch couldn't help

herself, even though he knew fucking well that she'd kill him if she

could.

Rivers laid his thumbs on either side of her fleshy cunt-lips, the

gossamer texture of her golden pubic hair sending a wild charge of

excitement ripping through him. He heard her moan at the erogenous

contact, and then louder as he began to churn and massage those

sensitive lips against one another, the heady essence of her stimulated

desire filling his flaring nostrils. He pinched and taunted, chafing

the tiny erect bud of her clitoris between his fingers until her hips

began to jerk and writhe convulsively, her flat belly tensing with

muscular spasms, her breath choking out in ragged gasps.

He drew his thumbs lower then, down to the full white ovals of her

gyrating ass-cheeks, easing them into the deep smooth crevice as he

cupped his big palms over their soft hot flesh. Again, the fired-up

blonde moaned out as he slowly spread those luscious buttocks wide

until he could clearly see the puckered mouth of her tightly clenched

anus. Christ, what a cock-throbbing

sight ... not a single hair around it ... like a

baby's pink-pursed lips!

Shirley had never felt more debased and utterly helpless in her life.

Yet even in the shame of the obscenities this man was committing on her

defenselessly exposed loins, she knew that she would beg him not to

stop if she had to Nomad had so inflamed her passionate need. And then,

he was burrowing his face into the sensitive area between her wide-

split buttocks, until she suddenly felt the worming heat of his long,

wet tongue against her sensitive inner-cheeks, licking along the smooth

crease to the tiny lips of her clenched little anus!

Mewling sounds of mindless desire escaped her parted lips when the

stiffened tip of his hot wet tongue began to probe and worm its way

lustfully up into her resistant anal ring. She drew back her thighs,

groaning in tempo to this lurid tongue, beginning to orally fuck her

there, suddenly reaching down around her hips with both hands, pulling

her up-turned buttocks wider apart to help his penetration.

Rivers stopped and raised his head to see her beautiful, desire-

contorted face and the way her head had begun to toss from side to

side. Then she stopped moving, her glazed blue eyes focusing pleadingly

on him, and he grinned down at her with a lecherous dominance. "You

bitch!" he hissed. "You want me to stop now? Well ... do you?"

"Oooohhh ... no ... nooooo ... please don't stop ... don't stop,"

Shirley gasped almost pathetically. "Ohhhh damn you ... please! "

Rivers snickered and dropped his head once more, gaping down at the

delicious sight of her young wifely loins between milk-white thighs so

vulnerably exposed to his any whim. The pink dewy flesh of her

partially hidden pussy-slit beneath the wispy, golden curls sent a

salacious shiver up his naked back. "It's a gem of a cunt you have

here, Mrs. Douglas," he whispered loud enough for her to hear him. "I

might even be tempted into eating it for you if I was asked properly,"

he went on, tauntingly blowing his hot breath against her animal-roused

loins. "But maybe you'd rather I didn't ..."

"Do it! I-I want you to," the blindly excited Shirley breathed down at

him, still raised to her elbows, her expression wantonly slack.

"You want me to what, Shirley baby?" he tormented, lecherously

regarding the tight narrow split slicing erotically downward from the

puffy little swell of her pubic mound, down between her full-rounded

thighs to the firm ovals of her buttocks, their separating crease wet

from his tonguing caresses.

"Oh damn you, Vince Rivers! Do it!" she hissed in a tremoring tone.

"Please, lick it! Suck it ... eat my pussy for me! Make me cum ... I've

got to cummmmmm!

"That's better, bitch!" he spewed deridingly up at her, sadistic

sensations racing through him. "Let's drop the fucking pretense and get

down to being the animals we are, eh! All right, baby ... bring those

pretty white fingers down here and spread it open for me! Come on!" he

snapped, his wet lips suddenly closing over the soft swell of her mound

at the base of her quivering belly.

"Ooohhhh ... Vince!" Shirley lurched and groaned, sensing his hot wet

mouth following downward along the hair-lined slit of her electrified

cunt, fervently kissing, until his searing tongue parted her wispy

pubic curls and began to flick lizard-like at the sensuously flushed

vaginal opening!

Every muscle in the trapped young bride's voluptuous body responded to

Rivers' lustfully goading tongue against the pussy-lips his dog had

already set aflame, choking moans of salacious delight gurgling from

the depths of her throat. Consciously, she smoothed her slender hands

over the swollen white mounds of her heaving breasts, stroking downward

over her smooth belly, finally bringing them to rest on either side of

her blood-flushed cunt-lips.

She could hear Vince Rivers' panting gasps and feel his hot breath

against her tingling loins. Shamelessly, she spread her cuntal lips

open to him with lewdly splaying fingers, her soft hands grazing his

cheeks as he grunted and drew his hot, moistened tongue up through the

openly revealed pink flesh.

"Yes ... like that ... like that, darling!" Shirley gasped. "Oh God yes

... lick it good for me, lover! Suck it! Bite it ... anything ...!"

Rivers' conniving brain reveled in its lust. Christ, he'd hit the

jackpot this time! The gorgeous doll was starved for sex, a bottled-up

lust-pot inside the most curvaceous, mind-bending body he had ever

seen! He raised his head and gaped down at the blonde-fringed wet lips

she held lewdly opened for him, its glistening flesh entirely exposed

to the ravenous gleam of his greedy eyes. Hot spasms of rakish desire

convulsed through him and he ground his aching cock down hard into the

bedding beneath him. She began to whimper for more as he stared at her

finger-spread pussy-slit shirting moistly in its viscid arousal. Her

tight cunt mouth was actually twitching as she squirmed her impassioned

loins upward toward his face. He dropped his head, burying his face in

the hot, curl-enframed softness, plunging the full length of his tongue

deep up into the clasping depths of her seething tight vaginal passage!

Her gaspings and writhings immediately growing more intense, Shirley

moaned out her sensual elation, unintelligible words of pleasure

dribbling from her lush pink lips. Vince felt her hands suddenly

clutching at his head, her fingers winding tightly in his hair. She

groaned and whimpered, pulling his face forcefully into the widespread

young flesh of her steaming cunt. He sensed the toss of her head

flailing back and forth on the bed as he speared his tongue up into the

heated liquid depths of her ravenously sucking passage. She ground her

rounded, voluptuous hips downward reflexively, her buttocks digging

into the softness of the mattress, squirming wildly as bleating animal-

like mewls burst from between her clenched white teeth. Then she thrust

her naked loins up to him again, pressing his face into the wet,

vertical mouth up between her open thighs, its seething vaginal walls

opening and closing around his rhythmically thrusting tongue, pulling

at it in a greedy, starving action that he couldn't believe!

Christ, she was all gone! He'd never seen a cunt so hot in his goddamn

life ... and growing wilder with each passing second as she strained

toward climax. It struck him then that he wasn't ready for that to

happen yet and he withdrew his long probing tongue to lick upward

through the fluid pink pussy-flesh. He flicked its tip lashingly

enroute, circling her tiny erect clitoris, then engulfing all with

widespread lips, sucking the hot inner folds of soft flesh deep into

the cavern of his pleasure-giving mouth.

"Oh God ... ooohh ... don't stop ... don't ever stop, damn you!"

Shirley wantonly hissed.

Rivers grinned inwardly, raising his eyes to lock on his hostess' lust-

twisted expression, her lovely blonde head still flailing slowly at a

set, rhythmic pace as her fingers wound tighter in his hair. Christ,

she was trying to direct his mouth back to the tight ovalled opening of

her hungrily nibbling vagina. His big hands moved upward over the

smooth white flatness of her belly to the rounded softness of her

palpitating breasts, cupping harshly into their fleshy give, his

fingers rolling the tiny hardened nipples between them as he glued his

lips to the passion-slippery hole between her legs and burned his

lashing tongue up into her loins.

Shirley squealed in sensual delight, at the same time caressing his

cheeks with her hands, flitting from his hair to his face and back,

hating and loving him at the same time, Vince Rivers knew. Now! Now it

was her turn, this loyal wife-bitch! He never lost contact with her

loins, his mouth fastened to the sizzling wet vaginal lips between her

obscenely spread thighs as he got to his knees and began to luridly

work around up over her. He both heard and felt her breathing quicken

to his obvious intentions, but once he'd placed his knees on either

side of her naked ribs, then folded his arms in under her thighs with

fingers strategically tugging at her flushed cunt-lips and smoothly

ovalled ass-cheeks, he knew she wasn't going to resist.

Yes ... oh God, yes, she was a bitch and there was no denying that,

Shirley accused herself, but that was of no relative importance with

the maddening sensations of basic lust frantically devouring her loins

and belly. Only the sudden sight of hardened cock and sperm-bloated

balls hanging heavily above her face registered in her mind. She stared

up at the long thick hardness, her mouth beginning to water as lustful

memories of her dead Major danced somewhere in the background of her

thoughts. Reaching up, she curled her fingers around the hot sinewy

length and began to stroke its heavy foreskin back and forth, watching

the hairy sac of his testicles lewdly sway to her ministrations. Oh

God! She raised her head and drew the length of blue-veined penis

downward, her eyes feasting on its huge bulbous head as she pulled back

the foreskin ... and with her ovalled mouth wide open, encircled it

hungrily with hot clasping lips, trying to capture too much of it at

first inside her anxiously salivating mouth!

In her mindless desire, Shirley sucked it so deep in her mouth that it

nearly choked her, but she twisted her head enough to catch her breath

and then began feverishly running her tongue up and down the soft,

sensitive underside, feeling it throb and pulse to her hot oral caress.

Immediately, she tasted the sweet pungent tang of his sperm oozing from

the tiny slit at its tip when she wormed her tongue into it. She cupped

his cum-bloated balls in the small palms of her hands while little

explosions of blinding passion burst inside her. Then, he began to move

up and down, tucking his loins in and out of her tightly locked lips in

lewd cadence to his tongue probing in her seething cunt below!

Ooohhh ... the utter debasement of what she was doing ... and what he

was doing to her ... the shame of his tonguing her cunt ... the

unforgivable obscenity of sucking his cock ... she could kill him ...

she loved him! Maddeningly, Shirley's brain raced as she sucked

hungrily at his lust-hardened rod of male-flesh that she was working to

the very back of her throat just as George had taught her! She could

hear the lewd wet sucking sounds as he slavered at her nakedly inflamed

loins, could feet his big hands beneath her, clutching the soft rounded

cheeks of her buttocks as he burrowed his ravaging tongue deeper and

deeper up into her greedily clasping cunt.

She tried to think of what she would do after this, but it was

impossible. Her vagina was aflame with the licking tongues of

passionate fire consuming her! Suddenly, she felt his finger massaging

the tiny puckered ring of her anal mouth and knew what was coming. Her

breath quickened and she forgot everything as with a painful little

stab he pushed his finger inward and she felt it worming right up into

her hot Spongy rectum to the palm of his big, extended hand!

"Uuuunnngggghhhhh," Shirley grunted around the expanding cock-flesh in

her mouth, her lips and tongue momentarily stopping their loving

caresses as his sudden invasion of her anal passage caused her body to

spiral toward the pinnacle of climax. She felt his mouth sucked tight

to the blood-swollen lips of her vagina, his deep-thrusting tongue

swirling and lashing the sensitive walls in rhythm to his pummeling

ringer in her rectum, and she began to nurse the hot thickness of his

lengthy cock with all her know-how, her cheeks lewdly hollowing and

swelling, while her soft belly rose and fell frenziedly as she pulled

at him!

Never in her adult life had the denied young wife known greater

sensations of wanton passion ... not even with her Major ... and

certainly never with her husband Frank! She wanted his cum, the no-good

bastard who was fucking his wonderful cock into her mouth! God yes, she

wanted that! He had to, she thought desperately, her soft lips clasped

tightly around the throbbing, blood-filled head of his cock, her tongue

working feverishly to tease his orgasm from him! And simultaneously,

deep inside her, the violent spasms of passion-fired ecstasy began. She

squeezed at his lust-inflated balls with both hands, then raked her

nails beneath them as she strained to the urgency of her own cumming.

He swore, and swore again, his loins jerking, the massive head of his

cock swelling in her hungrily sucking mouth! And then it came! It shot

into the back of her throat in wild spurts of teeming, cream-like

liquid, gush after gush of the sweet, acid-tasting hotness, joined by

the convulsive tremors of her hips as her own climax erupted in a

blinding explosion of erotic bliss deep within her tongue-spread loins.

"I'm cumming! 0h God, I'm cummmmmmming!" she groaned out around the

swollen rod of spending male flesh in her mouth. And again and again he

spewed his hot jets of viscous cum deep into her throat, and she

groaned as she continued sucking hungrily, her Adam's apple bobbing

obscenely to the swallowing of the boiling semen flooding into the warm

wet softness of her mouth.

Chapter 4

"Did you have to be quite so nice to my stepmother?" Lisa snapped, not

looking in her boy friend's direction, but off at the city's lights

below. Beyond was the ocean with a moon to fight it, the reflection

like gleaming light on a treasure chest of glittering gems. And she'd

wanted all of her plans to sparkle with the same blinding facets.

"Dammit, do you have to keep calling her your 'stepmother' as if she

were some kind of witch?" Paul Fulton retaliated, trying to measure in

his young mind what could possibly be wrong with such a beautiful

woman. "I-I mean ... well ... after all, Lisa, she is your father's

wife, and he seems to be happy."

"Ha! How would he know that? He's been drunk since the day he married

her! She's making an alcoholic of him!"

"I don't believe that!" the youth interrupted before she could finish.

He shifted in his seat. "He's doing it to hide something ... his own

problem! I don't know anything about it, but I'll bet Shirley isn't to

blame the way you see it ...!"

"Shirley? Shirley! You mean you're calling her by her first name now?"

"Oh, for Christ sake, Lisa, don't be stupid ..."

"Shirley! That's what you said."

"Well, that's her name, isn't it? Not 'stepmother'!" Paul Fulton

snapped, thoroughly disgusted with the attitude this girl he loved had

adopted toward a person whom he felt sure was totally innocent. "Why

don't you grow up, Lisa? For God's sake ...!"

"Yes, for God's sake!" she interrupted, never-before-known anger for

him raging inside her. "You dumb ass, Paul! And after what I had

planned for us tonight! Well ... you've killed that! What would you

like to try for seconds?"

"Oooohhh ..." he managed, quickly imagining what she might mean. Had

she really meant that ? Christ! "Look, I only said that ..."

"I know what you said ... and what you meant ... and where your

feelings seem to lie, Mr. Fulton!" she said, nestling down in the

bucket seat and folding her arms in her lap. "Now, if you will, please

... take me home."

"Lisa?"

"Take me home!" she ordered with sharpness.

"But, honey, you won't listen."

"You listen! This is my car and I've asked you to drive me home! Will

you, please?" she insisted, never wanting him to, fighting the tears

dimming her eyes, wishing she knew why she was doing it.

"Yeah! You bet your ass I will! I'll take you home, Lisa, and for good

unless you wake up!" Paul spat, kicking the motor into action.

Neither of them spoke again throughout the race-driving trip to the

Douglas home, though Lisa almost desperately searched her young,

wretched mind for an opening. Damn, she didn't want their evening to

end this way ... she'd had such beautiful, intimate plans, her whole

body alive with tiny quivers of anticipation all afternoon and evening

... until that bitch had interfered! But when Paul didn't speak, or try

to smooth things over in the first few minutes, she knew he wasn't

about to. Oh, she wasn't worried over the 'I'll take you home for

good!' business ... they'd gone through that before ... but the other,

their love-making, her wild decision to give him her virginity being

thwarted and hopeless now, she realized, was causing the tears that

were nearly blinding her.

He swung into their drive with a squeal of tires, cut the engine and

hopped out of the car without as much as a good night! Lisa gasped

aloud as she sat uptight to watch his slender form move through the

darkness to his own car. She couldn't believe it, he'd never before

been quite so angry! She fought the urge to call out after him. Never!

Damn him ... damn him! And then, with another screech of rubber, he was

gone, the roar of his car motor gradually fading, until it was absorbed

by the quiet night surrounding her.

Lisa cried then in her frustration and rage. She slammed from the shiny

new "consolation prize" her father had given her and ran toward the

house, her teenage brain whirling with one vindictive thought after

another ...

Nomad watched from a secluded position beside the building. He had

heard the vehicle's approach and the closing of its metal door, the

noises of human life drawing him from his brooding place beside the

bush. Immediately the big German shepherd recognized them, saw the male

leave with no voice sounds passing between them, then the young female

with the long dark hair running toward the house, little unhappy

whimpers coming from her. For a long moment, he stood in the shadows,

then silently retraced his steps to the rear of the building,

approaching the still closed door where his master was with the golden-

haired female he liked so much.

Anger seethed inside the powerful animal as through a small area where

the glass was not covered he saw the grinning man's nakedly stripped

body standing beside the bed where the pretty golden one lay just as he

had been made to leave her. The human phallus of his master hung limp

and the face of the soft naked female was turned from him. They made

sounds to each other, but those noises held no meaning for the

embittered, witnessing animal ...

"Christ, you're something else, Mrs. Douglas. I haven't been sucked-off

like that in years!" Vince Rivers lewdly tormented, his hands on his

naked hips as he stared down at the sprawled, still spasming loveliness

of the young wife whom he knew was suffering the full shameful effects

of her infidelity.

"G-Get out ... please ... for God's sake, leave me alone!" Shirley

managed in a broken tone, sitting up and reaching for the sheet to

cover herself.

Rivers caught at it, tugging it out of her grasp. "Hey ... not so fast,

baby! Let's not cover up all the sexy scenery, eh? Old Vince isn't

finished yet ... not by a damn sight. Remember, bitch? He's going to

fuck you cross-eyed."

"No! No more!" Shirley exclaimed, trying to get up from the bed, but he

was on top of her, pressing her helpless body back down to the mattress

and holding her there. She tried to struggle, but it was useless. And

then, he sniggered in her face, his strong, hairy leg locking over her

hips and loins to easily subdue her. She felt the flaccid length of his

spent penis and the wiry hair of his muscular loins grinding against

the sensitive, smooth flesh of her hip and thigh. "Oh God, please ...

no more, Vince ... I beg you.

"There now, pussy-girl, don't get all disappointed. In a minute this

cock'll be harder than a ramrod!" he hissed at her. "In the meantime,

let's play kissey games," he taunted, beginning to knead one sore,

swollen breast with his hand.

Shirley's whole being recoiled at the nauseating thought of kissing

him, the fleeting realization that she could actually suck his lustful

penis with a passionate hunger, yet cringe at the idea of letting her

lips touch his almost making her scream out. Again, she struggled, her

sickened mind desperately working.

"Listen to me, please!" she rasped. "Frank is very apt to come to that

door ... he does when he wakes up after drinking ...!"

"Then I'll duck out the way I came in. No sweat, baby ..."

"Oh please, Vince ... he'll kill us both if he ever finds us this way!"

Shirley begged, ready to say anything in her desperation. "L-Let's not

take chances ... there'll be other opportunities ... please?"

Yeah ... maybe she was right, the lustfully keyed-up con-artist gave it

second thought. It wouldn't be very fucking smart to blow his operation

over a piece of tail ... not after what she'd just said about their

being other opportunities ... though his cock was aching again to worm

deep up into that tight little pussy he'd just licked into a frenzy.

But he needed this hit -- he was bad-broke. Yeah, she was right -- that

hot sweet cunt would keep for him.

Nomad backed away from the patio door when he saw his master get up

from the bed and the golden-haired one cover herself with the white

bedding. Only seconds before, he had been ready to charge through the

glass, his fury was so great at the man who was cruelly holding her

down, and at the same time he had heard a clicking sound off to his

right. Instinctively, the big animal who had become totally familiar

with the surroundings, recognized it as the door being opened ajar to

the younger, dark-haired female's room. He moved hungrily toward it ...

Lisa was nothing short of riding a marijuana high when she crawled

naked onto her bed in the darkness. She had smoked two joints, one

after the other, knowing she had overdone it, but at least she was no

longer torn up inside from Paul's unforgivable performance, or the way

he had ruined her passionate plans. She had hoped, too, that the grass

might help soothe the sensual impulses in her soft belly and loins

which she had been intentionally feeding with erotic thoughts most of

the day. But they still smoldered there, more intense if anything,

almost as if the pot had worked in the opposite direction.

Oh Paul ... why did we have to fight ... tonight of all nights? The

aroused young teenager groaned to herself in the darkness. She moved

restlessly, smoothing her shapely legs against the soft sheets beneath

her, the quivering movements of her firm full breasts erotically adding

to her excitement. The irresistible urge to feel and caress them was

more than the hungering girl wanted to deny as she narcissistically

smoothed her small hands around over their soft resilience, gently

massaging their lush fullness and teasing the tiny nipples with little

pinching tweaks into straining buds of hardness. Her breathing

increased as she brushed her hands sensuously down over her narrow

waist and the rounded curve of her hips, then inward toward the base of

her smooth flat belly to the sensitive mound of silky, hair-sprinkled

flesh. There she pressured tauntingly, her slender young fingers

exploring, the light dampness to her fingertip at the peak of her

vaginal slit sending a feverish little tremor of excitement tingling up

her spine.

Damn, she was going to do it herself ... had to if she were ever going

to get any sleep this night! God, she was so hot, and Paul had been

such an idiot! She would have let him ... wanted him to ... yes wanted

him to be the first boy to ever fuck her! Ooohhh ... just thinking the

lewd four-letter word sent further sensations of self-lust rippling

through her. Yes, she would have felt his long hard cock, played with

it and gotten to know it, while he slipped his fingers up into her hot,

needful pussy ... and then they would have fucked! Fucked!

Nomad's keen ears immediately picked up the siblant vibrations of the

young girl's rapid human breathing as he moved noiselessly in through

the opened patio doorway, until he saw her on the bed in her spread-

legged position, the darkness no obstacle to him. Her small hand was

busy between her parted legs, slender fingers moving tauntingly up and

down and sometimes in a circular motion at the slitted opening there,

little hissing sighs coming from within her. He watched her rounded

feminine buttocks lift from the bed to cooperate with her lewdly

stroking hand, the sight very similar to the one he had seen the

golden-haired human make earlier that day. He sensed his blood heating

at the vision of her lovely nakedness and what she was doing to it, his

heavy loins reflexively quivering as he took several more steps into

the room ...

A darker movement in the shadows caught Lisa's attention and with a

gasp, she quickly snapped on her bed lamp. The pot she had smoked

dulled what would have been an automatic reaction, and as she

recognized her intruder the voluptuously naked girl realized she still

lay in her lewd position, her fingers insinuated between the tight-

flushed lips of her exposed pussy! Oh, thank God, it hadn't been anyone

else!

"And ... and just what do you want in here, young man?" she whispered,

something of a lustful little smile tugging at her drug-laxed mouth as

she raised up on the elbow of her free arm, while she continued to

tease slowly with her middle finger at the narrow strip of glistening

pink flesh between her curl-fringed vaginal lips. Already, lurid

impulses of excitement were flitting pell-mell in her soft smooth belly

and desire-infused young loins at the sensual thought of having an

audience watching her do it to herself ... especially one that couldn't

talk! "All right, handsome, and I won't even charge you admission!"

Other thoughts bordering on the obscene, but too wild for her to yet

organize in her pot-dazed mind, raced through the vivacious teenager's

head as she suddenly hopped up from the bed to close and lock her patio

door, carefully drawing the drapes so not even a crevice of light could

be seen from outside. Then quickly reassuming her lewdly spread-open

position on the bed, she raised her head to look excitedly down at the

big German shepherd standing at the foot of her bed. Her dark eyes

gleamed as she stared into the deep brown pools of seeming wonder, his

tail giving a friendly wag.

"Come up here, big boy... come on ... up on the bed with Lisa! She

wants to show you something you might like," the naked young virgin

heard herself whisper hoarsely, the thought of her obscene intentions

firing her lust like a second stage rocket booster.

Lisa's heart gave a little leap as the dog effortlessly bounced up onto

the bed, his powerful massiveness never so ominous as at that moment

when she gaped down between her scissored-open white thighs at his huge

furry body, second thoughts making themselves known in her glazed mind!

Nomad sensed the girl's sudden apprehension and whimpered as if to

reassure her, still wagging his furry arched tail, though he

instinctively knew that the demands of his craving loins would not

allow him to be driven off or denied this time. Fiery blood pounded

through his lithe animal body as he slowly moved up between the smooth

white columns of her open legs until he was hovering over her and her

head dropped back onto the pillow, her pretty eyes wide and gaping in

confused arousal.

God, he didn't seem to need any coaxing, the dark-haired girl silently

told herself, her anxiety of seconds before leaving her as quickly as

it had struck, the bestial sight of him standing there between her open

thighs and over her naked, soft body reminding her of the book she had

read that the girls had excitedly passed around at school. Was that

where she'd suddenly gotten her lustful notion? She remembered the

German shepherd's name, Caesar, and the way he had brought wild animal

love to young wives in the Valley, licking their pussies and ... and

actually fucking them from behind! God, she'd read and re-read it,

making herself cum every night for two weeks!

Oh! Oh, he was going to ... and he did ... abruptly lowering his great

head to lick out with his hot, wet tongue against the naked flesh of

her soft trembling belly! Lisa felt the searing sensation of his

brushing tongue all the way to the very center of her virginal loins.

She gaped with rounded eyes and gasping breaths as the burning wet

coral length licked just as Caesar had done to his excited girls at the

sensitive flesh of her muscle-tensed belly!

Over and over he did it, the heated wetness of its pink flesh

broadening almost affectionately against her tingling skin. With raised

head, her gasping breaths causing her full uptilted breasts to heavily

rise and fall, Lisa strained to see the laving tongue inching slowly

upward over her helpless body. Oh God, was it possible? Ooohhh ... he

was tongue-lapping the rounded underside of one ripely swelling breast,

then creeping upward over it toward its bursting little nipple!

Lisa couldn't restrain the gasping moan when his feverish licking

actually encompassed the highly sensitive bud to send unknown spasms of

carnal delight charging through her young naked body! Ooohhh ... just

like in the book ... and she'd never believed it could really happen

... thought of it all as just a wild story! But it was ... and she

could only hope he would do everything ... everything ... the way

Caesar had done!

Nomad's deep-throated whimper broke into her drugged thoughts and she

saw him backing down in the bed between her widely gaping legs. Lisa

followed him with her small hands, intending to entice him if need be

... but it wasn't necessary! Her breath caught in her throat as she

raised higher to watch him poise there, his handsome head between and

above the juncture of her open thighs!

Oh Caesar ... Nomad ... whatever your name is, darling! Do it ...

please do it for me? "Y-Yesssss ... do it for me, Nomad lover! I want

you to!" Lisa heard herself beg aloud, her hands ready to move down to

her excited young pussy and tease him with it, but his massive head

lowered until she could feel the heat of his animal-breath pantingly

taunting the wispy dark curls covering her there. His wet nose coolly

brushed the soft flesh of her trembling inner-thighs ... and then, the

blood-flushed lips of her pussy slit. She heard his throaty whine as he

sniffed between her legs, knowing then that he'd sensed her human

female arousal, passages from the enlightening book repeating

themselves nearly verbatim in her brain, she had read it so many times!

It was like going to see a movie of a novel one had enjoyed, except

that this was more vivid and real because it was actually happening to

her! And there was no director to spoil or change it -- she was the

director if need be, but as she felt his wet, seething tongue beginning

to lick at the narrow pink split between her spread white thighs, the

curvaceous teenager knew there would be no reason to interfere! She was

being loved by a brute animal, and she trembled and groaned in a

wanting and unknowing mindlessness to his fluid tongue beginning its

hot wet ravaging of her virginal pussy-flesh.

Lisa gasped and squirmed beneath the lewd fire of this forbidden

delight, watching with raised head as the dog relentlessly speared its

tongue through the raw liquid pinkness of her tight girlish cunt as if

it had been programmed. She felt its sleek wetness raking hotly over

the sensitive ring of her tiny puckered anus, laving up and down

through the smooth nether crease again and again before returning to

her inexperienced pussy. Then, it worked there, a gentle ravisher,

never stopping, and at last worming up into her untouched vagina with a

trespassing curl that caused her to convulse deliciously with its lewd

penetration right up into her soft female depths!

Seconds later, he found the tiny bud of her quivering clitoris and she

thought she'd scream out with rapture! She lay writhing beneath his

magnificent animal-tongue in a way she could only describe from

remembered parts of the beautiful book she'd read. It was all true ...

oh, so true ... and she'd never really believed it! How wonderful the

workings of the universe ... for if she hadn't argued with Paul ... if

her stepmother hadn't danced with him ... if Vince Rivers hadn't come

there ... ooohhh! It was all part of a lewd master-plan, like her

reading of CAESAR, and because of every one of those perfect happenings

she was lying here beneath this dog's lust-inciting tongue!

But suddenly, he was moving away! Backing down farther between her legs

and gazing at her with those limpid brown eyes. Lisa's attractive

teenage face branched out into a knowing smile, a sensuous expression

of lust seeking its outlet, her eager young mind convinced by words

read, her feverish loins childishly starving in their adult beauty!

"I know what you want now, baby!" she lewdly whispered, suddenly

turning over onto her belly and twisting her head so that she could

talk to the German shepherd behind her. "This way now, right, lover?"

she hissed, drawing her knees up behind her and spreading them wide as

she lowered her head to elevate her rounded white teenage buttocks the

more to be sure and entice him. "Like this, baby? Am I doing it right?

A-am I? Oh God, Nomad lover, don't let me down now! This is what I

want!" And she reached back with one hand to enticingly pat the ovalled

cheek of one full buttock! "Do it, darling, do it! Fuck Lisa ... she

needs your big wonderful cock!"

An intense sensation of tremulous excitement held the youthful girl

enthralled as the massive dog's furry body crowded hotly in behind her

elevated buttocks. Suddenly, he raised up on his hind legs, his strong

forelegs grasping at her lewdly offered hips. God, he was! Yes! He was

mounting her, she realized in apprehensive fascination, trying to twist

her head to look back! He ... he was going to ... going to fuck her

virginal pussy ... just the way Caesar did!

Lisa's lustfully confused brain spun with the incredible luridness of

the thought, as she trembled in her vulnerable nakedness to the

breathtaking impulses his lashing tongue had enkindled in her chaste

young loins. Then, through her drugged haze, the teenager caught the

reflection of their obscenely locked position in her full-length

dressing mirror, and she groaned aloud at the licentious sight. The

forbidden bestiality of the huge German shepherd astride the spread

white mounds of her rounded buttocks caused wild shocks of burning

desire to whip through her impassioned young body.

Then she gaped in breathless astonishment at the spectacle of his huge

scarlet dog-cock emerging from its long sheath, wet and hard, the

tapered head waggling and dancing forward as it moved close to probe

the tight pink split of her fervently aroused pussy! She felt his

strong animal body jerk against the supplely yielding flesh of her

buttocks, saw his thick red length of blood-filled animal hardness

trying to penetrate the tiny mouth of her tight, unfucked vagina!

A growl from the depths of his throat came down to her, his forepaws

gripping more tightly the soft sensitive flesh of her naked hips as he

thrustingly staggered on his hind legs, eagerly trying to bury the

sleek throbbing rod of glistening dog-cock up inside her half-cringing

pussy from behind!

Whether it was the fierceness in his throaty growl or the abrupt

realization of what she was actually doing, Lisa didn't know, but

suddenly a choking wave of fear swept through her at the thought of his

huge hardened penis ramming painfully up into her virginal cuntal

passage! With a low little whine, she attempted to move on hands and

knees out of his grasp, but a more savage growl from him stopped her

and she hardly dared to breathe as his grip tightened even more at her

narrow waist and the arch of her naked hips! Her firm young breasts

quivered and swayed beneath her chest from the jarring force of his

powerful loins trying to seat themselves against her helplessly

upraised buttocks!

"W-wait, baby ... I-I'm afraid ...!" Lisa heard herself whimper to the

hot feel of his long and pointed cock probing wetly back between her

nakedly elevated ass-cheeks and outward spread thighs!

But the dog didn't wait, and whatever thoughts she had were abruptly

wiped away when she sensed the nose of his hard animal-penis prodding

at the tight wet mouth of her defenselessly spread vagina! An icy chill

of physical fear raced up her teenage spine and once more she

desperately tried to squirm away from the vise-like grip of his

encircling paws, but it was futile! Like an impaling lace, the solid

thickness of his long animal-cock spread the soft hair-fringed lips and

forced its way up into her passion-slick little vaginal passage with a

slight wet popping sound, rippling the smoothly yielding walls wide

apart before its bevel-tipped hardness!

Lisa gasped for lost breath as the huge length of swollen dog cock

stretched and filled her young cuntal passage with a stuffing torment,

its pointed end stabbing sharply up against the tender mouth of her

youthful cervix! Again, she choked out a wailing gasp while the

powerful dog mounting her from behind whimpered his own sound of

triumph, then began to animalistically hump his powerful flanks as he

fucked up into her!

The dark-haired girl's mind was a whirlpool of never-before-experienced

sensations! Her marijuana-fogged head vibrated with the pounding blood

racing through her self-incited brain, while her curvaceous teenage

body, bent nakedly before the fucking German shepherd, quivered and

convulsed in the throes of incredible sensuous torment. Her tight

vaginal passage felt as if it had been pierced with a sharpened,

pointed log, though simultaneously, weird spasms of intensively

building passion filled her loins ... lustful desire the equal of which

she'd never even imagined!

Yet she couldn't help but wonder if his huge burrowing cock hadn't

ripped her wide open! She'd felt the thin membrane of her maidenhead

give way with a burst of knife-like pain, and suddenly she had begun to

feel a mass of hot wetness there as if she were profusely bleeding! She

tried to look down between her legs to examine more closely but his

battering charges as he clutched possessively at her naked waist and

hips made it impossible! Thrusting! Thrusting! Like a searing firebrand

it slithered in and out of her wildly clasping young cuntal channel,

spreading the virginal passage open wider and wider as he hammered the

long, pulsating cock deeper and deeper up between her helplessly spread

thighs!

Nomad had angrily felt her resistance at first, just as he sensed it

draining from her naked, human flesh now as he watched the upper

portion of her smooth, tapered back drop away before him until her

pretty face and young white breasts were flattened down against the

bedding, the rounded mounds of her resilient buttocks raised

submissively to his assault. At last, he was going to know the powerful

release of his throbbing loins after being denied twice that day.

He felt his long, rut-hardened penis slipping forward with a wet plunge

until it was entirely buried in the clutching moist heat of her tightly

clinging female passage, his swollen, sperm-laden testicles swinging

down and slapping hard against the soft dampness of her dark-curling

pubic hair. Unceasingly, he bucked and battered into the hotly yielding

cuntal flesh, hearing her little moaning sounds and feeling the

trembling nakedness of her soft white buttocks flattening up against

his hard belly as he attempted to skewer her onto the last remaining

inch of his thickly swelling rod of hot animal flesh!

There was hardly time for Lisa to dwell on the pain or know any regret

for her obscene seduction of the handsome massive dog with the mind-

shattering sensations his enormous canine cock immediately set off

inside her. At first, his savage thrust up into her virginal loins

nearly blinded her with the excruciating agony of its huge hardness

bursting into her. But that short-lived torment passed and only the

indescribable presence of his long thick penis plowing open the tight,

resistant flesh of her thoroughly deflowered vagina registered in the

young teenager's mind!

She felt the texture of his sleek animal coat beneath his belly

brushing teasingly against the smooth mounds of her naked ass-cheeks!

Remembering, she gaped at the mirror in bug-eyed fascination as the

burning, scarlet rod raced forward with a wet, fierce charge, pistoning

to the very hilt up into the clutching wetness of her friction-fired

young cunt! At the same time she saw and felt his heavy sperm-bloated

balls swing punishingly down to smack against the flat softness beneath

her raven pussy-hair as he fucked into her from behind!

Her head jarring from his every bestial, breast-jiggling thrust, the

gasping teenager tried to concentrate on the long scarlet cock-length

battering into her when she moved in salacious tempo back to meet his

powerful rhythmic strokes! Wild sensations of unbearable lust saturated

her nakedly slaving body as she thrust backward onto the ever-

thickening cock digging still deeper up into her feverishly quivering

belly from behind! Without mercy, his great muscular beauty pummeled

the soft white cheeks of her widespread buttocks, his huge reaming cock

a relentless shaft of glistening red joy sinking to its full capacity

up into her sensuously enlightened belly! With uncontrollable gasps of

passion, Lisa rotated her lewdly working ass-cheeks back at the dog in

an obscene frenzy, wantonly grinding her clinging vaginal sheath down

over the length of his cunt-piercing animal-flesh!

The warning beaconed through her lust-inflamed body like generated

electric shocks, the unmistakable signal of the erotic climax. It

rippled through the churning depths of her unseasoned loins with

flashes of stabbing delight, licking hotly at the base of her quivering

belly with an unequaled promise of rapture. Like the animal who was

fucking her, she whined in the desperate reach for her elusive orgasm,

gaping hungrily at the mirror to see Nomad's thick wet cock

disappearing up between the soft whiteness of her absorbing buttocks,

his furious fucking timed in quickened, jerky animal strokes! She saw

her own pink cuntal flesh clinging wetly to his huge rigidity when he

pulled out of her, then vanishing up inside again with his thrusting

cudgel, his heavy cum-bloated bails below slapping loudly against the

spread-open lips of her tingling pussy!

The teenager's pot-incited brain reeled in the torrent of her mindless

passion, her glazed dark eyes feasting on the sensuous spectacle of her

full young breasts quivering and swaying to the German shepherd's

beautiful furry body, as she raised part way up on her elbows. She saw

her own disheveled black hair flailing when she tossed her head in

cadence to the moans of gasping enchantment hissing from her chest!

"Ooohhhhh ... damnnnn ... you beautiful brute ... just like the book!

00hhh ... fuck me, loverrrrr ... give it to meee hardddd! Hard, Nomad

... harrddd!" Lisa bleated in choking, wanton joy. "Fuck it! Fuck it,

darlinnngggg!"

The very animalish whine in her tone made Nomad understand to the

depths of his loving instincts the pleasure he was bringing her. He

whimpered back in response as he thrust frenziedly up into her from

behind, struggling on his hind legs to move in closer. He felt the

eager backward plunges of her soft wet human cunt hotly sheathing his

aching hardness. The burning heat of her tight young mating passage was

clenching greedily at his throbbing cock, causing the great pressure to

being swirling deep in his heavy loins. He sensed the dribbling wetness

against them that trickled down the soft smooth backs of her thighs

from where he fucked into her, and saw the thin, sheen-like film of

perspiration gathered on her naked white curves beneath him. His own

tongue hung loosely from his open jaws in heated frenzy. The moment of

release was almost there!

Abruptly, Lisa raised her sensuously lax face to cry out a throaty,

inhuman sound from deep inside her chest, Her lust-dimmed eyes grew

round and totally blank! "Ooohhh ... ooohhh ... I'm going to explode,

darling ... ! I-I'm mad! Do it for meeeee ... make me cum ... or I'll

die ... make me cum ... lover ... cuumm!"

And instinctively, Nomad knew, as he fucked with pile-driving fury into

her quivering hot flesh. All of his past training seeming to culminate

in his skillful animal-loins, his mental bank guiding the increased

hammering he pounded up into her newly initiated young cunt from

behind. He heard her voice choke into a strangled blend of sob and

sigh, saw her head tossing wildly from side to side, her dark midnight

hair flailing as she began the first convulsions of release!

Lisa skewered her passionately undulating buttocks back onto his long

thick rod of pulsating hardness with a bitch wantonness she never even

imagined existed! The first spasm of her climax jolted her and she

moaned, slamming her rounded white ass-cheeks back hard against the

lust-quenching dog-cock with a desperate lunge! At the same second,

Nomad retaliated with a forward thrust and deep-chested growl, his

massive, burning hardness beginning to spew its seething animal sperm

deep up into her soft constricting belly with long, hard spurts.

"Oooooh! OOOOOHHHHHHH!" Lisa cried out passionately, her jerking

buttocks beginning to contract convulsively to the insane eruption

bursting hotly in her teenage belly and loins! She threw her head from

side to side with her naked hips in overwhelming, erotic bliss ... at

last opening her eyes at the mirror to see the combination of human-

animal cum oozing whitely from her tightly clenching, but no longer

virginal, cunt which was still clasping and milking hungrily at her

animal-lover's deflating penis. The rivulets of their sticky white

secretions ran hotly down the satin-like columns of her inner thighs

... and when she could no longer watch, she fell forward onto her

breasts, gasping a sigh of heavenly joy ... and it was hours later when

she awakened that Lisa moved from that position to cuddle against the

sleeping German shepherd beside her ...

Chapter 5

Shirley refused to think. She arose, showered and dressed because she

knew she had to, almost thankful that something was driving her. They

had a new cook, and how would she know Frank took his eggs at three and

one-half minutes unless she was told? His toast had to be dark, almost

burned, and if the bacon wasn't crisp without being scorched, everyone

knew about it.

Fortunately, the breakfast table was empty when she passed through to

the kitchen and smiled at the robust woman named Rachael who handed her

a cup of coffee before she could hardly say good-morning.

"You like a little something in it maybe, Miz Douglas?"

"No ... well ... yes, I think so this morning, Rachael," Shirley

replied, slipping into the narrow seat of the breakfast nook. "Yes ...

there's some brandy up there in the cupboard right above you. I would

like a splash."

"Of course you would, honey!" the big, dark-faced woman replied.

"You're like. me, ain't you? In the morning ... first thing ... just a

nip or so to give you a lift."

"Thank you," Shirley answered, feeling a warm relationship immediately

with the sparkling, dark-eyed woman. "I-I didn't sleep too well."

"I know ... I know ... especially with guests in the house," the big

woman said, chuckling and moving around the kitchen as if she'd laid

undeniable claim. "I thought we'd have scrambled eggs and bacon, honey,

with a little hominy, just not paying any attention to what they think

they want ..."

"Oh Rachael, Mr. Douglas always has two eggs dropped for a ..."

"I know, I know, sugar-lamb. But this morning he gets his eggs

scrambled with hominy and bacon ... and I bet he loves it!" she

confidently said, chuckling in a vein of warmth Shirley wished she

could feel. "Tell you, baby, we girls have to do our thing our way, but

we tell them it's theirs eh? It's either that or women's lib ... and

me, I kind of like being dominated by my man."

Shirley listened to her heart-warming chuckle as she worked over the

stove, the confident and invigorating sound inspiring a growth of equal

strength inside her! God, she wasn't an animal, or a whore, was she?

Certainly, Vince Rivers was no less a man for what he'd done last night

... then why should she be any less a woman? She hadn't really been

taken ... defeated ... raped! She'd given herself to it ... wanted it

... with every lustful twinge he'd brought her! She was just as guilty,

but no more than he ... and as innocent over the breakfast table.

Shirley stood up, a warmth surging through her as she went to their new

cook and kissed her on the cheek. "I-I don't know where you've been,

but I've needed you for a long time," the young wife whispered with

affection.

"Ohhhhh ... well now ... I don't know what you did last night, baby ...

but it was never all that bad either!" Rachael answered, wrapping her

big arm around the smaller girl. "You just hold your head right up

there with the best of 'em, honey. Anybody with a face and a body as

pretty as yours don't have to take no back seats, eh?"

Again, Shirley kissed her, then eased away to walk into the dining room

wearing an almost unseeing, confident smile, her young mind alert from

the splash of brandy she'd had in her coffee.

Lisa and Nomad came in through the opposite door simultaneously with

Shirley. The new wife seemed to be the only one at the breakfast table

who was smiling. Frank looked like living death with his hangover.

Vince Rivers merely watched her with eyes that seemed to lecherously

gloat, reminding the blonde girl of 'the cat who ate the canary' ... a

rather apt phrase she mused as Frank stood to graciously seat her and

their too-handsome guest dittoed for Lisa.

"Daddy ... I-I want to apologize for last night ... the way I acted,"

the dark-haired teenager spoke out suddenly leaning toward her father

and reaching for his hand. "I-I was wretched and ... and I know it! I'm

sorry. It was a beautiful gift and I love it ... it's much more than I

deserve."

The blank expression on Frank's face was probably one of less

astonishment than the stunned one on her own, Shirley absently

measured. For a moment, she couldn't help but wonder if she'd heard

correctly, but when she saw the tears sparkling in the vivacious young

beauty's onyx eyes, she was certain.

"Well ... ah ... that's all right, baby ... you were just a little

upset is all," Frank replied, his big squared face breaking into a

handsome, elated smile. He patted her small hand, then beamed his smile

toward Shirley. "W-We understand, don't we, honey?"

"Yes ... yes, of course," the surprised bride responded, more than

pleased, if not a little startled, at being included in what was

actually a personal situation between father and daughter. Shirley

swallowed at the abrupt lump rising in her own throat. It was just

another one of the many ways Frank chose to show Lisa his insistence

that she recognize his new wife's place in his life and their family

unit.

"I-I want to apologize to you, too, Shirley," the attractive teenager

quickly followed, training those tear-dimmed, almond-shaped eyes

levelly onto her. "I-I've ... I've been terrible ... like a spoiled

brat and ... and I'm ashamed. I-If you'll both forgive me, I-I promise

to make it up to you."

Shirley was speechless, unable to hold back the tiny rivulets of tears

trickling down her cheeks. Frank's happy smile alone was enough to have

brought them, but Lisa's added expression of sincere regret was too

much. She had to excuse herself for a few moments.

Vince Rivers watched it all with inner amusement, sitting back in his

chair and sipping at his coffee. Some fucking soap opera ... 'A Day

with the Douglas Family' or, 'Her Bladder's Too Close To Her Tear

Ducts'! Big daddy, you're a dumb stoop, Rivers thought, and if you

could've seen your honey's mouth stuffed with my hard cock last night

you'd begin to get the picture. But just as well that you are a dummy,

because that's going to make it a hell of a lot easier for me ... and

today's the day, I'm thinking.

At the same time, the scheming con man was as much taken up with the

way his pet, Nomad, was clinging to the side of the curvaceous young

Lisa. This was something new, and there was no question but what the

big animal was following his telltale routine of thigh-rubbing! Vince

watched the way the pretty teenager still leaned onto the table as she

talked softly to her father, his greedy eyes too filled with the sight

of her full young breasts rippling beneath the silky blouse she wore to

hear anything that passed between them. She obviously wasn't wearing a

brassiere -- the little hardened nipples of those lushly quivering

mounds showed in clear ovalled shadows straining against the sheer

material of her blouse. The sexy bitch! As sure as hell, the mutt had

scored with her! And maybe. last night! Sure, what else? That's where

he'd been all night -- in her room!

"There now, baby, it's all okay," Frank Douglas said, patting his

daughter's small white hand reassuringly. Even in the torments of his

hangover, the big man couldn't remember when he'd felt as good. "Look

now, you dry those pretty eyes ... and promise me you and Shirley'll

get aquainted today."

Lisa smiled through her tears. "I promise, daddy," she whispered. "Now,

I better go powder my nose."

Frank watched her trip lightly from the room with Rivers' German

shepherd not a half-step behind her. Christ, he had no idea what ever

had come over her, but he wasn't about to question it. This might just

be one of the happiest days in his life ... if he could just find

himself man enough to be a real husband to his young bride.

"It takes a lot of inner something to do what she just did right in

front of a stranger, Frank," Vince Rivers said, interrupting the older

man's plaguing, never absent shame. "You should be proud of her. She's

a fine, lovely girl."

"Damn, you don't know how proud I am of her, Vince ... of them both ...

and I guess I don't have to tell you that it's been a trying six

months," Frank replied with a shake of his head. Then in a lowered

voice, "But I think it's going to iron itself out between them now ...

Yes, I think it is."

"You're a lucky man having two beautiful young women who love you," the

younger one said, doubting very much that the booze-blooded old fool

decorating the head of his table had the slightest notion his guest was

laughing up his sleeve ... and that was putting it mildly.

But Shirley, re-entering the room with Lisa and Nomad behind her,

easily read Vince Rivers' ridiculing tone of voice, and a sharp

sensation of shame clutched at her belly. God, no matter what, she

could never really forgive herself for the sluttish way she'd betrayed

her wonderful husband last night with this evil man. She might learn to

live with the salacious memory of it, but there was no way she could

ever atone for it.

"No, don't get up, darling," Shirley said. "We can seat ourselves this

time, can't we, Lisa?"

"I think so," the younger girl gaily answered, her winning smile almost

secretly radiant. In truth, she couldn't remember when she'd felt so

unburdened of petty hates and animosities, all of the vicious little

hang-ups which had been needling her for months now... and she knew

deep in her heart that only Nomad was responsible! He had gloriously

made a woman of her -- a thrilling enlightenment that she had awakened

to that brilliant summer morning like the bursting rays of the sun at

dawn! God, she was happy, and she reached beneath the table to pet the

massive head of the animal resting against her thigh who had made it

all possible. "We ... Shirley and I ... are going shopping together

sometime today!" she beamed at her father. "We haven't planned it out

yet, but we'll probably be spending some of your money, daddy."

"Great! That's what it's for, eh Vince?" Frank replied, grinning from

eat to ear. "And speaking of money ... how's the plant beginning to

look to you, young man? I don't like to sit on deals too long."

"I know what you mean, Frank," Rivers replied, assuming his business

disguise. "Quite honestly, I've pretty much made up my mind ...

favorably that is, if you still want a partner. I'd like a couple more

days to check over my notes before I call in my own attorneys to handle

the legal end for me."

"Of course ... I don't want to push you ... but well, I'm anxious to

unload the operating end of things," Shirley heard her husband say, a

stronger impulse of uneasiness gripping her stomach. She couldn't help

but think of an innocent lamb being led to slaughter as she watched the

expressions on both men's faces. God, someway, somehow, no matter what

it cost her, she had to bring Frank to his senses, make him know the

type of man he was dealing with.

"Good mornin', everyone! Here it is and I'm sorry to have kept you all

waiting so long!" Rachael beamed, wheeling in a cart filled with

covered dishes and fresh coffee. "We've got scrambled eggs, bacon,

hominy and tons of toast on the menu this morning, and anybody that

doesn't like that breakfast just ain't hungry!"

Shirley swallowed tightly as the big woman chuckled, then winked at

her. She looked at Frank to watch his reactions, tensing as her

husband's eyes began to widen beneath a furrowed, questioning brow.

"Hominy?" he repeated.

"Yes sir! Ain't nothin' lie it to stick to your ribs and keep a man

going! You agree, Mr. Douglas?" the smiling, robust woman put to him.

"Hell yes, I agree!" Frank exclaimed, his face broadening in a warm

grin. "I haven't had hominy in twenty years!" Then, to Shirley, "It's

about time we got a real cook around this place, honey."

* * * *

It really hadn't dawned on Shirley until after Frank and Vince Rivers

had left for the plant in their separate cars. Lisa had decided on a

swim, asked her to join in, but the troubled young bride had wanted

some time alone to decide just what she was going to do to stop Vince

Rivers from really swindling the husband she loved, and she was

positive that those were Rivers' crooked intentions. If anyone in that

house knew their guest for what he was, she did! Her excuse with Lisa

of having several letters to write was readily accepted, and after

picking up a cup of coffee laced with brandy from Rachael, she had gone

to her room, thinking en route of the argument Lisa had told her she

and Paul had and that the teenager would like to discuss girl-to-girl

with her.

Shirley had entered her bedroom wearing an elated smile at just the

thought of Lisa wanting to discuss her love-life with her. She couldn't

remember being any more happy over an unexpected turn of events than

she was at the beautiful girl's show of character at the breakfast

table. And she was truly sorry ... that was the marvelous thing of it

all, the gorgeous young angel had felt it, said it, and meant it! Who

said the younger generation lacked depth?

Whatever had happened to make that embittered teenager do a complete

about face? Shirley wondered as she seated herself in front of her

vanity and sipped at the spiked, hot coffee. The so-called argument

with Paul? Certainly, they must have endured a few of those after all

the years they'd been going together. No ... that wasn't it directly,

even though it might have played a part. No ... it was almost as if

she'd been taken into womanhood over night ... the way a lover, or a

husband might sweep her up out of the world of juvenility with sensual

love ...!

That was the precise second that the dawning stroke raised a rash of

goose-flesh over Shirley Douglas' soft, smooth curves! Nomad? Nomad?

Was it possible? In all of the hullabaloo at breakfast Shirley had

actually lost contact with the handsome German shepherd, remembering

now that never once had he come to her, but had remained lovingly

crowding Lisa's young thighs everywhere she went! In fact, he was with

her right at that moment!

An emotion of unexplainable jealousy washed through the troubled

housewife as she bolted to her feet and went to the pool-side doors to

look out. He was! Lisa was stretched out face down on a towel, lying on

the deck, and Nomad was crowded as close as he could get to her

curvaceous young body! Oh God! There wasn't any doubt about it! That

damn little teenage witch had used him! No wonder she was so lovingly

gracious this morning! She'd seduced Nomad like some wanton slut, and

had been purifying her shameful act behind open expressions of lesser

meaning!

* * * *

Frank Douglas sat behind the wheel of his Caddy that morning hardly

realizing he was suffering from the usual pangs of hangover. Hell, he

couldn't remember when he'd felt so damn buoyant at this time of day!

The whole goddamn world had suddenly taken on a new glow ... well,

almost the whole world! If he could just somehow devise a way to whip

his impotency. Damn he knew that she loved him, wanted him to make ...

oh hell, wanted him to fuck her! That's what he meant, wasn't it? Yeah

... and if he could only shake that enervating sensation which seemed

to suck the sap from his very bones when he looked down at her lying

there goddess-beautiful in her soft white nakedness beneath him! If

only he could!

He'd been good with Mavis ... and he'd always been a man with the few

extra-curricular women he'd had! What in Christ's name had happened to

him? He tried to think about it as he drove toward Douglas Electronics

through the heavy traffic, and each time he ended with a vision of

Shirley's intoxicating white beauty spread open and waiting for him,

his loins seeming to shrivel at the violating thought!

Frank shook his head as he paused the powerful vehicle in the maze

before a boulevard traffic-light, the feeling of a newfound family

closeness never stronger inside him; yet he knew to walk into his

beautiful Shirley's bedroom for the sex that was always ready and

waiting for him would end in a total disaster. He was too old! That was

the whole goddamn problem! And how long could an impotent old man hold

a young, enchanting beauty like Shirley? With young men such as Rivers

around ... not long! And even if there wasn't a Rivers, he wouldn't,

couldn't blame her for finding her own man, could he?

The thought sickened him. He drove slowly, clinging in the right-hand

lane, as if that were the line where he and all has-beens belonged.

Vehicles swerved past him, young people drinking coffee and putting on

lip-rouge to the reflections of sun-visor mirrors. One girl had her

head buried in the lap of her male driver, as if she might be ... and

that gave him a stir deep in his loins. Maybe she was the wife of his

next-door neighbor, and this was the way another errant husband managed

it with her! He tried to maneuver his Caddy up beside them, but they

were too far ahead and he never saw them again.

Frank found a cigar and lighted it. Oddly enough, his usual hangover

wasn't up to torturous standards this morning. Rachael's hominy, maybe.

He smiled to himself. Some gal, he thought, just what his divided home

had needed for a tong time. He eased over into the faster lane with a

feeling that it was time to do something with spirit. Yeah, it was

that, all right. Vince Rivers might just hold the answers for him ...

for them. Once he'd taken over the helm, Shirley and he could try a new

environment, get away from everything just the two of them. Somehow, he

felt sure that would do it, though he'd miss the old plant -- it'd damn

near been his whole life. But something had to happen, and today

couldn't be too soon! Yeah, it was his day ... hell, he knew it was,

absolutely knew it!

He thought of Lisa and the way she'd done a complete about face at the

breakfast table. Christ, he'd been proud of his pretty daughter, but

all along he'd known in his heart that she was made of better material

then what she'd shown these past months. She'd wind up marrying young

Fulton shortly, he felt certain of that, and then it would be just

Shirley and himself ... not that he wanted to be rid of his daughter.

Hell no, it wasn't that, but it was what the girt wanted, he knew, and

he'd bet that hardly a moment went by in a day when she wasn't thinking

about Paul Fulton ...

In fact, at that very moment, Lisa's young, sensuously awakened mind

was occupied with just such thoughts. She lay belly-down, very still

beneath the sun's warmth glowing down over her almost naked teenage

body. She wore the bikini she'd bought for her graduation party, its

tininess exactly what she wanted for sun bathing. Her brassiere strap

was unfastened behind and she felt the full soft mounds of her rounded

breasts squashing out beneath her, just as she sensed Nomad's furry

animal presence crowded against her smooth thigh. Somewhere, a bird

sang, the only sound to interrupt the peaceful, quiet stillness of the

morning.

In her new sense of happy relief, the dark-eyed girl had tried to empty

her mind of everything, but it wasn't possible. Paul was always there.

Would he call her after last night ... or come by, perhaps? And how

would she ever explain to him now the absent seal of her virginity when

that time came ... or could she bluff it?

Nomad stirred beside her, his big muscular body immediately bringing

back exciting secret memories of their beautiful party, and the way she

had awakened this morning tightly cuddled against him. Tiny thrills of

lingering arousal provocatively smoldered in her sensitive loins and

softly tingling belly. She thought of the little bruises on her tight,

fleshy vaginal lips she'd discovered this morning and the almost

pleasant feeling of soreness deep in the intimate channel between her

legs. She had examined herself thoroughly the first thing to be sure

his huge hardness hadn't torn her anywhere, and it hadn't. The

wonderful love-making darling, she excitedly mused as she lay there

reveling in the warm sunshine while her still passion-infused young

mind continued to feed the glow she had opened her eyes to with her

handsome animal lover masterfully cuddling her close.

There was little use trying to deny it, the erotically stimulated Lisa

knew deeply within herself as she rolled onto her back, laying her

bikini brassiere loosely over her palpitating young breasts. She had to

have more! Seconds, as some of the guys might say! God, she just had to

seduce him into doing it to her one more time ... and there was no time

like the present!

Chapter 6

Once the initial shock of realizing that she had definitely hit upon

the truth had passed, Shirley Douglas forced herself to calmly

deliberate. She sent for more coffee and the brandy bottle, which

Rachael quickly brought; then she seated herself in a comfortable

boudoir chair near the opened doors where she could see Lisa's lithe

teenage form stretched out beside that of the big German shepherd.

Try as she might, the blonde haired young wife couldn't rid herself of

the jealous pangs gnawing at her, but as well was she determined to

accept the fact the Nomad's promiscuity was inevitable! After all, he

was only an animal, a magnificent one to say the least, yet still just

a dog. And there wasn't any doubt in her mind now but what he'd been

spreading his sensual favors quite freely among neighboring wives such

as Anita Parsons, that ... that big-fitted bitch! Oh, just the thought

of her seducing the handsome darling made Shirley's blood boil, but she

wasn't going to waste her time thinking about her ... No, there was

more to Nomad's beautiful, almost trained love-making, than what she

had ever imagined!

How had Vince Rivers known last night that she and his pet dog were ...

were actually doing things, or that Nomad had been with her? He had

walked in through the open patio doors at precisely the opportune

moment. Yes, he'd even been dressed ... or undressed ... and ready his

... his huge penis hard -- as if it had all been part of a plan! Of

course, it was! Whatever other scheming dishonesty their guest was up

to, Vince Rivers was a practicing lecher who used the innocent,

affection-hungered Nomad to help him in blackmailing defenseless wives

... and undoubtedly girls like Lisa!

It came back to Shirley suddenly the way he had been ogling the

teenager at breakfast earlier! Of course! He was measuring Nomad's new

attachment to Lisa, and if everything she was deducing was true, the

distraught wife realized that it had to have happened between her

husband's daughter and the beautiful animal last night ... after Vince

had driven the dog from her room!

Again, the green-eyed monster jabbed its claws into Shirley as she

thought of the handsome brute ardently licking his loving tongue over

and through Lisa's girlish loins just as he'd done to her. Even though

the lewd mental picture raised both anxiety and envy inside the

voluptuous blonde bride, she couldn't help but imagine the tremendous

sensations it must have brought the inexperienced girl -- and Shirley

felt certain that the vivacious teenager was definitely that.

It was true that Lisa had been bitter and hateful to her the past six

months, but never had she shown any sluttish qualities, and if she were

any less than a 'nice' girl, a young man of Paul Fulton's caliber

wouldn't be hanging around. No, Lisa was anything but one of the free-

loving younger generation, perhaps even a virgin, and Shirley didn't

intend that a louse tike Vince Rivers was going to get to her! But how

could she warn the unsuspecting girl without bringing everything right

out in the open?

Shirley sipped at her brandy-laced coffee while she sat absently

admiring Lisa's almost naked, delicately tanned young curves. The

brandy churned warmly in her belly, flushing a light tinge to her

smooth cheeks. She saw Nomad stir in his closeness against the younger

girl's shapely fun thigh, and then Lisa rolled onto her back, her firm,

rounded white breasts exposed for the brief moment it took to arrange

her loose brassiere. The tiny, berry-like nipples cresting the lush

mounds were visible to Shirley for just that fleeting second, their

intimate revelation sending a little sensation of unusual incitement

rippling through her sensitive loins to register in her brain. The

unexpected impulse more than surprised her; it even embarrassed her

when she realized it had been caused by the mere glimpse of her step-

daughter's ripe young breasts!

Lord, brandy in the morning could do wild things to a girl, Shirley

reasoned, a little quiver rippling up her spine. All the same, it had

done remarkable things too, toward lessening the guilty feeling she'd

crawled out of bed with earlier. And it had made it possible for her to

face Vince Rivers over the breakfast table with her head held high

while her husband sat there with both of them. On top of that, it was

going to fortify whatever courage it took to approach Lisa and talk

girt-to-girl with her before Vince Rivers could trap the unsuspecting

beauty in -- to a lecherous compromise she would be too frightened to

deny him!

Determined, Shirley bounced from the chair and began to undress,

quickly finding a bikini to slip into. As she rapidly shed her dress

and finally brassiere and panties, habitually watching the smooth

ripples of her own softly rounded curves mirrored in her vanity, the

long-haired blonde mentally planned the approach she would use. But

even if everything else failed and there was no way she could

delicately warn her husband's unaware daughter, then she would come

right out and lay the whole picture before the teenager, regardless of

what it might cost her own self! Lisa had said she was sorry, that she

wanted to be friends, and this was going to be the first test of that

friendship ... especially if Shirley had to tell the truth of what

happened between her and their unscrupulous house guest last night.

The young wife returned to the open patio doors as she fastened her

bikini bra-strap from behind, then began to arrange the fullness of her

amply rounded breasts into comfortable position inside the concealing

garment. Once more, knife-like pangs of jealousy raked her inwardly as

she saw the curvaceous Lisa sitting upright and leaning forward, her

bikini top fallen away to completely expose the jutting twin mounds of

white resilience swaying provocatively with her movements. Their round

pink nipples seemed strained into a tight hardness visible even from

that distance, as holding Nomad's massive head between her small hands,

Lisa kissed him between the eyes!

A little painful gasp caught in the blonde woman's throat, the keen

blades of unwanted jealousy stabbing at her tensed belly once more when

she saw the handsome animal's dog-tongue lick out to pinkly caress

Lisa's firm young breasts with loving affection! Oh God! And then,

Frank's daughter quickly bounded to her feet, securing her swimsuit top

and smiling excitedly down at Nomad's open-jawed, tail-wagging beauty

... both of them walking rapidly toward Lisa's patio door with the

massive German shepherd rubbing against her naked thigh as if he

couldn't get close enough.

Shirley unconsciously whimpered aloud as she poured straight brandy

into her empty coffee cup with a shaking hand, then raised it to her

lips, swallowing it away in two fast gulps. She stood there for a long

moment staring through the opened doorway and seeing nothing as the

effects of the strong stimulant surged through her. They, whoever they

were, could laugh at women's intuition, but through her own gift of it

she knew unquestionably what was going to happen in Lisa's bedroom! She

had seen it in the girl's sparkling dark eyes, and sensed her erotic

arousal in the straining little buds peaking her ripe young breasts!

Unreasonable ripples of sensuality churned within her own susceptible

loins and soft belly at the inciting mental scenes her knowing brain

was uncontrollably projecting on the screen of her mind! She started to

pour more brandy into the cup, then thought better of that. Instead,

she stepped outside to see that Lisa's doors were closed ... but maybe

she hadn't locked the main one off the hallway! If she had, then

Shirley would hammer on it until the girl opened it!

* * * *

The fire-filled emotions eating at Lisa had done nothing short of blind

her! She had to have Nomad's huge dog-cock once more, racing up into

her hotly excited vagina in all its sleek, slippery hardness, filling

her belly and saturating her with those lust-intoxicating sensations

when she came! Maybe she was evil, she didn't know or care as she

stripped away her brief bikini and stood in trembling, desire-inspired

nakedness before the beautiful animal watching her every move with

erect, velvety ears.

Just the sight of him standing and waiting, as if he knew exactly what

was about to happen, sent frantic charges of erotic excitement soaring

through the teenage girl. She moved closer to him, spreading her

shapely legs in a wide obscene stance. Then, bending her knees, she

smoothed her small hands down over her arched hips and inward between

her wide-open thighs to lewdly spread with extended fingers the flushed

curl-fringed lips of her cuntal split until its moistened pinkness was

exposed to the eagerly staring dog.

"C-Come on, baby! Lick it, for Lisa! Run that gorgeous tongue through

her hot pussy!" the dark-haired girl luridly hissed, her lush lips

wetly open, her onyx eyes sparkling with tile teenaged lust simmering

inside her. Just the audible sound of the obscene word coming from her

own mouth excited her all the more. "Do it, darling! Lick my cunt for

me! Then, you can fuck me again! Shove your handsome cock right up into

my hot pussy-hole!"

Those were the same sensually stimulating words which sordidly reached

Shirley's ears as she stood still in the hallway holding Lisa's

unlocked door pressed inches inward! She swallowed, her mouth and

throat as dry as a desert, standing rigid there and afraid to move, but

knowing she had to, Lisa's salacious request echoing and re-echoing in

her own liquor-aroused brain. Slowly, the blonde girl eased the door

further inward to peek around it and see Nomad move forward between her

stepdaughter's naked wide-stanced legs, the curvaceous girl's obscene

pose, with her slender white hands holding open the hair-lined lips of

her girlish pussy, sending wild sensations of unbelievable excitement

charging through Shirley!

With wagging tail, Nomad was obeying, lifting his gallant head and

suddenly out the length of his long wet tongue to lick up through the

sensitive pink flesh Lisa revealed to him! Shirley watched the shudder

of unhidable passion ripple over the lovely teenager's naked curves as

she thrust her young loins forward to the German shepherd's avid

tongue, a thrill of sympathetic response rippling over her own near-

naked body!

"Do it! Do it! More, lover! Lick it ... tongue it good for me!" Lisa

gasped, squatting even lower and working her softly curved hips and

buttocks upward in an obscene arch of movement against his wet laving

tongue. "Oh, you're even better than any Caesar could ever be, darling!

I love you! You're real, and right here, licking my hot pussy for me

... and this is only the beginning."

Shirley had to brace herself against the door-casing to keep from

failing, or at least staggering. She sensed the heated wetness seeping

down between her swollen, blood-flushed vaginal lips to flood her

bikini briefs as she played voyeur, her heart pounding to every lust-

throbbing word tumbling from Lisa's hissing mouth. Silently, she eased

inside to stand there, closing the door behind her without a sound,

still unnoticed by Lisa who now stood in her lewd, knees-bent position

with her undulating white buttocks toward Shirley, Nomad's view cut off

by the teenager's offered loins he was eagerly licking!

The heavily breathing young wife couldn't comprehend the lascivious

emotions this wanton spectacle was causing to electrify her passionate

young body! Instead of reproach or anger she was beset from the first

witnessing view with a series of feverish erotic impulses, the urge

almost overwhelming to rush forward and clasp the beautiful girl's

smooth white nakedness hungrily against her!

Suddenly, Lisa saw her stepmother's reflection in the full-length

dresser mirror, the eyes of both girls meeting there in a shocked

clash, Lisa's lust-fired dark ones rounding into horror while Shirley's

sensuously incited sparkle expressed a compassionate understanding that

the younger girl never saw! She whirled out of her sordid stance,

staggering, her firm high-set breasts quivering and her long hair

wildly tossing as she faced Shirley open-mouthed gaping in abject

mortification. Nomad growled, then recognized their intruder and began

to wag his tail.

"M-My God! You ... you've been spying on me!" Lisa hissed, making no

motion to cover her exposed young curves, the full impact of her trauma

yet to have its effect in the shamed debasement rapidly engulfing her.

Shirley realized this and above all wanted to avoid the sobbing

reaction she was certain was only seconds away. "No ... no, baby! I

wouldn't do that to you ... not ever!" she softly exclaimed, moving

toward the enticing naked girl who could only stare at her in momentary

numbed disbelief. "I just wanted to talk with you, darling ... and your

door was unlocked ..."

"You're lying! Y-You were spying, like ... like a voyeur ... trying to

see what you could!" Lisa gasped out, her voice beginning to rise

shrilly. "My God ... I can't believe it! You ...! Well, did you see

what we were doing? I-I was letting him ... no, making lam lick between

my legs!" she half-wailed. "Yes, he was licking my cunt, Stepmother!

I'm an animal, aren't I? Why don't you go out and call Daddy right now

so that you can tell him?"

Shirley slapped her hard, a red blotch immediately appearing on the

younger girl's almost translucent white cheek, the force of the blow

causing Lisa to reel backwards, her naked curves rippling with the

stinging jar. For another moment, the girl could only stare wide-eyed

at the beautiful angered face of the bikinied blonde before her; then

she broke, starting to slump downward toward the floor, burying her

face in her hands, but Shirley caught her first.

Gently, the young wife drew the sobbing teenager's soft nakedness

inside her arms, pressing the crying girl's face willingly against the

exposed softness of her shoulder. She smoothed her hand around Lisa's

narrow waist and then caressed upward over her back, the contact with

Lisa's silken flesh excitingly provoking. The lush, dark-nippled mounds

of Lisa's full ripe breasts were flattened nakedly against her own and

the intoxicating desire to stroke her hand down over the girl's ovalled

white buttocks below was nearly uncontrollable.

Shirley held the convulsing Lisa's head with one hand while the other

continued to soothingly caress the younger girl's naked back. "There

now, honey, let's get hold of ourselves," she whispered. "You must

believe me, baby ... I wouldn't do anything in the world that would

hurt you! And yes, I know what you were doing ... because ... I've done

it with that darling dog, too! So you see, you're not the only one."

It was seconds before the words of her father's new young wife

penetrated the wall of shame and despair crushing down on Lisa, but

when they did she sensed a little tremor of rekindled sensuality

flicker through her. Slowly, she raised her head, her breathing still

catching but her tears stopped. She looked into the sultry blue eyes of

the voluptuous woman holding her inside her arms, suddenly confident

that the other was not lying.

"But ... but you have Daddy, Shirley. You only said that to make me

feel better."

"I said it because it's true, baby, and if that handsome lover over

there could speak, he'd tell you so," Shirley replied in a soft tone.

Reluctantly, she backed away from the lovely naked girl, but catching

hold of one hand led her over to the bed where they sat down on the

edge side by side. "Now ... I'm going to tell you everything, Lisa,

because I trust you, and I want us to be very close from now on. But

there's something you must know before it's too late ...!"

Shirley minced no words as she unfolded it all to her husband's stunned

daughter, revealing from the beginning the whole story of Frank's

sexual problem and the nonexistent love-making side of their marriage.

In a calm voice, she told Lisa of her own little party with Nomad and

of the wonderful pleasure-bringing release he had brought her, and

finally of her lustful oral act with Vince Rivers the night before.

"Y-You mean that ... that he uses Nomad to help him ... score with

girls?" Lisa gaspingly whispered.

"I'm sure of it, baby. Can't you see the position you'd be in ...

afraid if you didn't submit to him that he'd make a scandal out of it

one way or another?" Shirley pointed out. Then, looking at Nomad who

had stretched himself out on the floor and was unwaveringly eyeing

them, "And that big lamb, I believe, has been trained in his love-

making ... which doesn't make him any the less beautiful at it, does

it?"

Lisa smiled, shyly, but with a sparkling sincerity, the fact that she

still sat in revealing nakedness not in the least shameful to her ...

not before this beautiful, unveiled person who had just confided the

most intimate secrets of her personal life to her. "No ... no it

doesn't," she agreed squeezing Shirley's warm hand inside both of her

own, the new trust she felt growing inside her for her father's young

wife matched only by the sensuously stimulating thought that they

shared the same erotically forbidden intimacy in the massive, handsome

animal watching them. "I-I was a virgin, too, Shirley ... not even Paul

has done it to me yet. I-I was going to let him last night, but then we

had a fight and ... and I was so upset and so ... so hot I-I just

couldn't resist seducing that dog into it ... at least, I thought I was

seducing him, but now I'm not so sure after what you've told me."

It struck Shirley what the younger girl was really saying then! She

hadn't had only oral relations with Nomad, but he had ... had actually

fucked her! The realization set off a wild little spasm of feverish

sensations spiraling through her simmering loins, Lisa's naked

closeness adding heatedly to them.

"Y-You mean ... Nomad did it to you ... put his ... oh damn ... fucked

you?" Shirley stammered, at last blurting it out in a throaty whisper.

Lisa sensed the flushing thrill at her gorgeous blonde stepmother's use

of the four-letter word, but was at the same time surprised at her

question. She whispered back, "I told you ... I was a virgin, Shirley

... but I thought you said that you and he ?" She paused there,

knowing by the expression in the other's eager eyes that he had not.

"You only let him ... lick you down there?"

"I-I never realized that he'd go any further!" Shirley gasped. "I-I

just never realized it ...!" she repeated, looking down at the

powerful, love-bringing animal who lay quite placidly watching them.

"If I had ...!"

When she didn't finish, Lisa hotly said, "You would have let him, I

know! You poor darling ... with Daddy like that, and me being the

little bitch I've been to you ...!"

"Oh, don't say that, honey!" Shirley whispered, quickly slipping her

arm around the tiny wasp-waist of the girl beside her, drawing Lisa's

lithe teenage nakedness warmly against her. With deep-felt affection,

the blonde beauty pressed her soft lips against the cheek she had

slapped. "I'm sorry, Lisa baby. I didn't mean to slap you," she

breathed against the velvet-like flesh, unable to hold her other hand

from finding the satiny little bowl of Lisa's naked belly. "Can you

forgive me, darling?"

Tiny trembles of delicious fascination shivered over the younger girl

at the older woman's loving words and caressing touch. She managed to

twist her face until it was confronting Shirley's, then, she reached

down and gently raised the heavily breathing blonde's soft hand up to

the fullness of her passion-swelling breasts, holding and pressing it

wantingly against one yielding white mound as she meaningfully kissed

Shirley's lust moist lips.

Surges of hot passion flow from each into the other through their

erogenous points of fleshy contact, yet neither would have admitted

that their lustful emotions bordered on a perversion. In the other,

each had suddenly found an intimate relationship that supplanted a tag

so shallow as lesbianism. They were not in love with one another in

some warped way, but knew a sharing love fused by the handsome German

shepherd who was so interestedly watching their every move.

"Darling ... get out of your bikini!" Lisa excitedly pressed, getting

to her feet and moving between Shirley's legs to lean over her shoulder

and unfasten her bra-strap. Her soft dangling breasts brushed against

Shirley's cheeks and the older woman kissed the smooth valley between

them, at the same time moving one hand down between the younger girl's

rounded white thighs. With knowing gentleness, she warmly cupped her

whole hand over the fleshy resilience of Lisa's dark-curled pussy-mound

and vaginal lips still wet from Nomad's lewd tonguing, her middle-

finger caressing at the very outer circle of the girl's tiny anal ring.

She heard Lisa's gasp at the erotic caress, and then the teenager was

lowering to her knees between Shirley's legs as she drew away her

bikini bra. "Oh ... you have such beautiful breasts, Shirley!"

It was the young blonde wife's turn to gasp as Lisa leaned forward to

kiss and tongue their exposed nakedness, suddenly sucking one tight

pink nipple between her pursed young lips, the tip of a baby-like

tongue lovingly worrying it.

"Oh ... ooohhh Lisa!" Shirley gasped, taking the girl's face between

her trembling hands and raising it to be tenderly kissed on the lips.

"We'll always be friends like this, won't we?"

"Yes ... I'm sure of it, at least for my part we will. Now, stand up so

I can roll these down!" Lisa whispered. "You've got a wonderful

surprise coming to you!"

Shirley did, refusing to think, thankful for all the brandy churning

with warm persuasion inside her. She felt her bikini briefs slipping

down her long naked legs and lowered her head to see the beautiful girl

before her sitting back on her heels, her soft young hands warmly

clasping the outer fullness of her stepmother's thighs as if drinking

in the naked sight before her.

"Oh Shirley, you're so lovely! I've never seen a body as beautiful as

yours ... and that golden pussy-hair! It makes me want to nuzzle my

face right into it!"

The ardently excited Shirley would never have stopped the girl had she

advanced to do it -- she couldn't have, the sensations of exquisite

feminine passion were so strong between them, but at that moment she

was content that her stepdaughter didn't want to nuzzle her, though she

hardly knew why.

"Wh-What surprise? Y-You said I had ... Shirley said, remembering.

"And you have! Climb up onto the bed! I'm going to help!" the teenager

exclaimed.

Nomad had never taken his eyes from the two female humans he now

thought of with equal affection. Their stimulating white nakedness let

him instinctively know that pleasureful delights would soon be his. He

watched through half-closed, but never disinterested eyes, his head

resting on the floor between his outstretched forepaws. His heavy loins

stirred beneath him at the sight of their white, uncovered beauty, the

tiny whimper echoing up into his throat expressing his longing to be

used.

"Did you hear that, Shirley?" Lisa whispered. "He knows! And he's

waiting! Get up a little farther and spread your legs more!"

"Lisa ... God! Are you sure ?"

"Honey, don't be afraid! I was a virgin, remember? He's beautiful,

believe me!"

"But ... but ?"

"No buts!" the teenager exclaimed, crawling onto the bed beside her and

affectionately stroking her hand down over Shirley's sloping back. "If

anyone ever needed a dose of love, you do, and I'm going to see that

you get it! Come on, Nomad baby ... up here with us! That's it ... up!

Up! That-a-boy! Now ... up here, darling ... mount her!" Lisa hissed,

suddenly moving close and rising to her knees.

Shirley gasped as she felt the dark-haired teenager's small hands

suddenly gripping at her elevated buttocks and spreading ... pulling

them apart!

"There! Have you ever seen anything more enticing than that, you

handsome lecher? Come on, come on, get up there and fuck her, darling!

Make her happy with your great big cock!"

Chapter 7

Vince Rivers penned the name out expertly once more. He smiled to

himself as he examined it, satisfied with his authentic skill. An hour

before, he'd managed to steal a company check from the bookkeeper's

desk while she was out for coffee. He'd chosen one twenty pages ahead,

carefully tugging it along the perforated lines, then used her little

check-machine which inserted the amount in red-embossed lettering

before he left her office. He was confident that no one had seen him,

and even if they had there wasn't a soul in that plant who would

question Vincent Rivers.

In the office that Frank had allotted him, Rivers studied the oblong

piece of valuable paper with intent eyes. Twenty-three thousand-eight-

hundred-and-forty-seven, he read the embossed figures. Had he grabbed

enough? Yeah, no use being stupidly greedy. Anything over twenty-grand

could raise a telephone call from a bank exec, he knew from experience,

but it was not apt to in this operation. The Douglas company wrote a

lot of twenty-five-G checks. He shouldn't have any trouble passing it

... But the forgery artist's mind wasn't exactly on his work.

That voluptuous little bitch! Nomad had gotten to her and he knew it!

Christ, what an enchanting hunting-ground this was to pass up! His cock

still ached with the idea of plunging it belly-deep into Shirley

Douglas' hot pussy, to say nothing of lovely young Lisa's! That teenage

bitch! What a fuck she'd be! Something to really scratch on his score

card! He remembered the exposure of her tight, young ass-crevice at the

party the night before, and the way her full ripe breasts had strained

at the bit behind the thin strip of cloth hiding them, and his loins

throbbed.

Maybe it wasn't too late either, he thought, trying to carefully

analyze the actions of the mutt that morning at the breakfast table.

Goddamn! He would visualize her stripped and lying there helplessly

open, her young teenaged cunt vulnerably gaping up at him! What the

hell, why not? Big Daddy was off someplace in the plant ... and he had

his own wagon available! Less than thirty-minutes drive ... he could be

gone to lunch if Frank wanted to know! Yeah, why not? In fact, he

better, the way his cock was pounding. But first things first!

He slipped off his jacket and seated himself at the typewriter, rolling

the stolen check into it. Carefully, he dated and punched in his own

name as the bearer; then he went to the desk, took a scrap of paper and

practiced Frank Douglas' signature several times before finally

scrawling it at the bottom of the check.

Perfect! Rivers grinned to himself. Now, for a little needed

entertainment. A light breeze from the opened window ruffled the few

papers on his desk as he went into the adjoining lavatory and washed

his hands. His mind continued to race lecherously with lustful thoughts

of Lisa Douglas' curvaceous young body. His heavy penis stirred

goatishly in his pants and he grinned into the mirror as he slipped on

his jacket once more.

"Okay, doll-baby, here comes old Vince for a taste of that tight pussy

the mutt sampled last night!" he said under his breath, walking out the

office door...

* * * *

Passionate sensations charged through Shirley as with her naked

buttocks raised high and her tremoring thighs widespread, she twisted

her head with cheek pressed against the pillow to watch what was

happening behind her lewdly positioned body. She saw Nomad standing

with ears erect and lax-jawed, his lengthy pink tongue hanging loose to

one side while his huge brown eyes gleamed in their fixed stare at her

excitedly displayed loins. At the same time, she saw and felt her

stepdaughter's small hands on the stretched white ovals of her ass-

cheeks luridly spreading them wider apart.

The teenager's onyx eyes danced with lustful sparks at the intriguingly

sensual beauty of Shirley's exposed cuntal flesh. The tiny puckered

mouth of her anus was pink and smooth just above the fleshy, blonde-

fringed folds of her soft-looking pussy, the tight slit revealing just

a thin line of its moist pink inner-flesh. She sensed her own girlish

loins and belly tingle with excitement, electrified by the alluring

sight, her mouth actually watering with a desire she was too aroused by

to be ashamed of! And before Nomad could move in closer, Lisa

mindlessly lowered her own head as if magnetically drawn.

An intense shiver rippled over Shirley's smooth, naked body when she

felt the younger girl's face nuzzling warmly between the soft inner

cheeks of her wide-stretched buttocks ... then the breath-taking

sensations her moist lips incited pressing hotly against the sensitive

folds of her clasped little anal mouth! Lisa's tongue-tip quickly

followed to lick and probe, pressuring and worming up into the muscle-

controlled opening while Shirley gasped in lewd pleasure beneath the

delightful mouthing. She heard Nomad's whimper then and felt Lisa's

delicious manipulations stop.

"Okay, okay, lover!" Lisa hotly whispered. "Don't be jealous ... I just

couldn't help myself! That's it ... right in close, darling ... you

know how."

Automatically, Shirley tried to spread her straining thighs even wider,

salaciously picturing the obscene positioning of her own voluptuous

nakedness in her desire-inflamed mind's eye. She heard the massive

animal's panting and sensed his hot breaths against her lushly offered

white mounds. Abruptly, she felt his familiar tongue's wet heat

slithering into the velvety nether crevice separating her ass-cheeks.

She moaned aloud at the fiery contact, immediate impulses of lust

stabbing ever stronger through her erotically seeping pussy and

quivering belly.

The impassioned young wife felt her new stepdaughter's small hands

eagerly clutching at her upthrust buttocks, gently pulling the

resilient mounds ever farther apart to give the loving animal full

access to her sensitive little anus! His laving tongue began to caress

it lewdly, then moved wetly down to splay open her blood-swollen cuntal

lips, grazing the seething pink flesh on its way to her erect little

clitoral bud! She gasped in her lust-building joy, straining her knees

another fraction of an inch apart to open the throbbing pink slit

between her thighs wider to the big handsome dog. His long, curling

animal-tongue thrust repeatedly, sweeping in a liquid flame through the

sizzling wet flesh and flicking at the hungrily grasping mouth of her

vagina, inciting her loins to a more intensive sexual heat ... before

he suddenly moved into the position she had been almost fearfully

awaiting!

Shirley couldn't help but tense up as Nomad's huge furry body crowded

in behind her excitedly raised buttocks, aware that he was standing on

his hind legs, his powerful forelegs gripping at the nakedly flaring

flesh of her hips. She craned her neck with her cheek still against the

pillow to gape wildly back at him! God, he was ... he was going to fuck

her, and Lisa was pressing him on!

"That's it, lover ... do it for Shirley like you did for me! She needs

your big handsome cock, sweetheart!" the teenager luridly whispered

while she stroked the dog's broad back. "Don't be frightened, Shirley!

I know you're going to love it as much as I did!"

Shirley's brandy-grogged brain spun with the unbelievable obscenity of

it! Inwardly, she was as tense as a bowstring, her naked flesh

trembling to the feverish stimulation both Lisa's and Nomad's magic

tongues had fired in her receptive loins. Then suddenly, in her

stepdaughter's dressing mirror, she was seeing the salacious spectacle

of their lewd positions, an uncontrollable gasp of base sensuality

escaping her at the bestial sight!

"Look, Shirley! Can you see it in the mirror? His cock ... it's getting

hard!" Lisa hissingly exclaimed, watching through wildly fired young

eyes the glistening scarlet length slipping wetly out from its long

furry sleeve. The young girl bent as close as she could to see its

tapered thickness waggling forward inch by inch, its bevel-tipped head

almost reaching to probe Shirley's moist pink-slitted pussy!

Shirley felt the German shepherd's powerful animal-body stagger against

her smooth buttocks and saw his dangling, hardening cock trying to seat

itself in the vertical crevice of her upturned vagina! She heard his

loud, almost desperate whine as his forepaws clutched tighter at her

hips and he jerked and stumbled on his hind legs, trying to thrust the

huge throbbing spear of raw hardness up inside her palpitating cuntal

passage.

While she stared at it all in the mirror, Shirley could hear Lisa's

loud breathing blending with her own. She shifted her lustfully

elevated buttocks in little circles back at the still growing animal

penis, the tension inside her reaching a nearly unbearable point! Oh

God, she had to have it ... that long thick beautiful dog-cock burning

right up into the passionate channel of her hotly throbbing cunt.

"I'll help him!" Lisa suddenly offered, reaching down between their

awkwardly gyrating bodies to gently grasp Nomad's hot slippery hardness

in her fingers, the wet searing feel of it like an electric shock

charging through her teenage body! The dog whimpered a low guttural

sound at the contact as she lovingly squeezed and tried to stroke it

before spreading Shirley's silken blonde pussy-hair with its cone-

shaped head, guiding the hot tip up into her small, desire-drenched

vaginal mouth.

Abruptly, the massive animal humped forward, bursting his solid cock

from Lisa's grasp to plunge the long thick rod of penile hardness up

into Shirley's vulnerable vagina while the younger girl lustfully

watched! She saw it stretching the fleshy cuntal lips wider and wider,

knowing it was doing the same inside Shirley's sensitive vagina,

remembering how the hard, burning length had driven deep up into the

churning heat of her own virginal belly!

To Shirley, the mirror was like a pornographic film and she gaped at it

in lust-fired fascination. She saw as well as felt the huge, reddish

length of blood-swollen dog-flesh slither forward with a savage charge,

burying itself to the very hilt in her shockingly stretched vagina! At

the same time, she both felt and saw her animal-lover's heavy, sperm-

bloated balls swing down solidly to slap against her blonde pussy curls

as her breath rushed from her lungs!

The expanding sensation of progressively increasing impalement

registered seconds later, exploding through her loins, and she grunted

out in combined pleasure-pain, "Unngghhh! Oh ... oh God, Lisa!" Her

glazed eyes gaped blindly as the panting German shepherd began to fuck

rapidly in powerful, rhythmic thrusts up into her from behind! Her head

jarring from his every flesh-rippling lunge, Shirley concentrated on

the reflected bestial picture his long, thick rod of huge scarlet cock

made plunging lewdly up into her as she began to move in feverish tempo

back to meet his mind-shattering animal strokes!

Lisa, her bedroom, the very world itself nothing existed except the

intoxicating sensations of lust spreading through the young wife's

sensuously slaving body heaving backward onto the ever-thickening dog-

cock skewering deeper and deeper up into her raging, flame-filled

belly. Furiously, Nomad's muscular animal beauty battered and thudded

with resounding slaps against her roundly yielding ass-cheeks, his

pulsating dog-cock a shaft of hot liquid fire driving to its full

length up into unreached depths in her greedily clasping vagina!

Whining uncontrollably, she rotated her buttocks lewdly back at him in

a mounting, sluttish furor, grinding her clasping vaginal sheath back

over the cunt-filling hugeness of his animal-cock in anticipated

fulfillment!

Nomad did not have to be told that he was pleasing the pretty golden-

haired female bent over bitch-like before him. He knew by the

responsive movements of her soft white body as he hammered

instinctively up into her hot slippery mating hole while she thrust her

soft, hair-fringed cunt back onto his aching hardness. The wet heat of

her tight human channel was clutching greedily at it, as much as had

the dark-haired girl's last night. His tongue hung loose and dripping

from his open jaws with the fierce pressure growing inside his raging

loins. Suddenly, he saw the younger, dark-haired one's naked white body

crawling upward on the bed, but he paid little attention. Only his

thundering hardness roaring up into the hotly milking core between the

golden female's long white legs meant anything to him!

"Oh Shirley ... your face ... you look so happy!" the young virgin

whispered, leaning down close to her. "I didn't lie to you, did I? Is a

man's cock as good, darling? Please tell me!"

"Oh ... oh Lisa ... don't ask me now! It wouldn't be fair! But it's

beautiful ... everything you said ... and more!" Shirley gasped, her

lengthy blonde hair flailing as she uncontrollably tossed her head from

side to side with the sensuous rapture Nomad was bringing her.

Vaguely then, she realized that Lisa was positioning herself on her

back before her face, spreading her shapely young legs wide apart and

inching her smooth teenage hips downward until her raven-haired loins

were directly below Shirley's face, laying part-way back then, her

small hands stroking down over the smooth white flesh of her flat belly

and rounded hips, moving inward with slender fingers extended toward

the pouting, hair-fringed cunt lips, its moistened, thin-lined pinkness

peeking erotically from between!

Further excited by this new lustful sight, Shirley tried to hold her

head steady, a nearly impossible feat with Nomad's pummeling cock

racing with trip-hammer velocity up into her steaming pussy-hole and

quivering belly. The young impassioned bride sensed her mouth grow wet

with a singular hungering desire as Lisa's fingers slowly spread the

soft tight cuntal lips apart from either side, the pink inner flesh of

her pussy moistly sparkling, separating viscidly before Shirley's eager

eyes. The vibrant weighty feel of her own swollen breasts quivering and

swaying beneath her only amplified the intensive feelings saturating

her prostrated nakedness, as, slave-like, she drank the erotic display

of young teenage cuntal flesh purposefully exposed to her.

Lisa held it flowered so that the wet inner folds and delicate pink

petals were completely revealed in a lewd shimmering exhibition, her

tiny clitoris erectly quivering, the babyish slit of her urethra

clearly visible, while the ovalled lips of her tight vaginal mouth

worked with a newly awakened hunger. The sparsely framing dark curls

bordering the desire-moistened pinkness were in sharp contrast with the

smooth whiteness of the girl's belly, widespread thighs and ovalled

ass-cheeks with the tiny puckered anus nestled entrancingly between,

and it was more than Shirley could resist -- even had she wanted to!

"Please, darling ... do it for me!" Lisa passionately whispered. "Only

Nomad ever has ... but I'd love you forever if you would! Oh please,

Shirley, lick my pussy ... I'm so hot."

Had her young stepdaughter not said one word, the carnally inflamed

wife realized that she would have done it anyway, though she had never

even conceived of such a lewd thing before! But Lisa's pleading request

served to add unneeded fuel to the bed of erotic coals blazing hotly

within her naked body. Though it might seem that she hesitated as she

lowered her face closer and closer toward the teenager's uplifted

loins, it was only to feast her devouring eyes on the intoxicating

girl's alluring genitals! She had never been this close to another

girl's cunt, nor had she touched one except her own before Lisa's

earlier. Then, the teenager's hands moved away, the tightly resilient

outer lips folding back in their youth to kiss one another, leaving a

narrow pink slit that was the more entrancing to Shirley!

She eagerly examined its rather long curving line downward to where it

joined the rounded white ovals of Lisa's buttocks, just above the tiny

crinkled mouth of the teenager's little anus. A heady essence ... the

perfume of desirous female heat stung Shirley's nostrils then, causing

them to flare excitedly as she felt Lisa suddenly reaching beneath her

to cup her swollen, nipple-straining breasts! Something equal to white-

hot flame raged through the young wife as she used her thumbs to spread

open her stepdaughter's passion-flushed pussy-lips and then thrust her

tongue deep into the simmering, liquid flesh between her trembling

legs!

While Lisa's lithe body squirmed in naked delight and moans of lust-

charged joy gurgled up from her youthful throat, Shirley's brain

whirled in the overwhelming passion seizing all control from her cock-

stuffed vagina. She whined into the lust-heated flesh of Lisa's splayed

pussy at the wild animal-tucking she was getting from behind, while her

tongue licked and probed its way over the secret, pungent tasting

delicacy. It wormed its way up inside the desire-swollen walls of the

younger girl's seething vagina, feeling the youthful greediness

clutching hungrily as she twirled and jabbed the wet little invader!

Then, she wiggled its tip into the tiny urethral slit, taunting it for

a moment before dropping down to do the same to the gasping girl's

puckered little rectal opening. Then with a final up-sweeping lick,

Shirley focused her blinding passion on the teenager's palpitating

clitoris, caressing and stabbing at the tiny erect bud, sucking it

between her softly pouting lips to nip and worry with the fine edges of

her white teeth.

"Oh God! Oh God! God! God!" Lisa gasped out in blinded passion,

squirming in sensuous delight beneath Shirley's lewdly searching

tongue. "Don't ever stop, darling ... please? I'll lick your pussy any

time you ask me ... honest! 0h honest! Uuuuuhhh ... lick it ... suck it

... oooohhhh!"

... Vince Rivers relaxed as he leaned against the door frame watching,

his face stretched into a distorted grin of rank lechery. His cock,

which had never really gone soft since admiring Lisa's hidden breasts

at the breakfast table, was now a throbbing, hardened demon bent inside

the confines of his imprisoning pants. Christ almighty, he couldn't

have asked for anything more if he'd hired the show!

Swinging into the drive, he'd begun to think carefully when he'd seen

Rachael heading off, figuring the cook was probably going to grocery

shop and wondering, as he nodded at her, who else was in the house. Was

Lisa at home? Where was Shirley? He'd combed the place, the pool and

all the likely spots before checking bedrooms. Then, at the kid's door

he'd heard the sounds! Imagine ... unlocked ... with this incredible

fuck circus going on! And man, did he have it figured wrong! There was

plenty of lez tie-up between these two luscious dolls ... by the way

gorgeous Shirley was mouthing baby-girl's tight young cunt!

Christ! They were so goddamned wrapped up in their three way orgy that

they hadn't even heard him open the door! Even Nomad's keen senses had

failed him in his ruttish heat! Goddamn, it was a cock-throbbing sight

all right: Lisa sprawled on her back with her young, cream-white thighs

yawning wide while lovely Shirley, with her beautiful rounded ass

thrust high in the air, lay with her face nuzzled tightly in the kid's

wet, hair-fringed loins! He could see the "loyal wife's" little tongue

licking furiously at Lisa's open pink cunt, while mounted behind

Shirley with forepaws clutching at her waist and hips, his long thick

animal cock jack-hammering between her quivering white buttocks to sink

its full length up into the liquid opening of her coral-hued cunt was

his own goddamned faithful old mutt fucking his heart out!

Though he'd seen and been involved in his share of sex carnivals,

Rivers couldn't remember anything to ever match this, nor had his

swollen cock ever reached a more painful hardness than it knew at that

moment. He clutched at its thickly jerking length straining in his

trousers as Shirley with head half raised emitted a loud moan,

beginning to chant and wail, her smooth naked curves starting to

spasmodically convulse!

"Ooooohhh ... I'm cummiiiinnnggg!" she cried out, slamming her rounded

young ass-cheeks back onto the German shepherd's savagely ramming cock

with a frenzy, and by the way Nomad was humping and squealing, Vince

knew the bastard mutt was shooting his load like a fire-hose up into

her heaving white belly!

Finally, she fell forward on those voluptuously mounded breasts,

burying her face once more in Lisa's dark-curled teenage loins as the

dog's wilting hardness slipped wetly out from between her legs, the

entire area of her ravished loins glistening with the thick oozing

moisture of their cum seeping from between the flushed lips of her cum-

drenched pussy. He reached down then and tore open the fly of his

pants, releasing the long thick length of his own pulsating cock and

said, "Is this a private party ... or can a house guest join in?"

Lisa jerked upright to her elbows, twisting her head to see him in the

doorway. She wasn't certain, but doubted that Shirley had heard him,

and as she stared in shocked horror for a second time that day the

obscenely sprawled teenager realized that the fly of his trousers was

open and he was holding his hardened, heavy looking penis lewdly in his

hand, his loins thrust slightly forward. Gasping out, her face turning

a shameful scarlet, Lisa tried to speak, but Nomad interrupted with a

vicious growl, his ears flattening and his fangs suddenly bared.

"Shut up you cock-hound and get in the comer!" the forgery artist

snarled at the massive animal, the latter hesitating only a moment

before obeying. With a lurid grin, the master walked toward the bed

gripping his lust-swollen member and watching the voluptuous Lisa's

almond-shaped eyes widening as they gazed at it in obvious, startled

fascination.

It was then that Shirley had regained enough of her wits to realize

someone had walked in on them! She sat up quickly, her moistened lips

falling open to share Lisa's shocked horror, but even more so when she

saw who it was and what he was holding so lewdly in his hand.

"You! Get out of here you ... you bastard!"

Shirley choked in immediate rage, her cheeks a screaming red as she

realized that the very situation she'd hoped to save Lisa from she had

only helped to make worse! Her still liquor-slowed brain raced

frantically when she saw him beginning to strip off his clothes. "Damn

you! What do you think you're doing?"

"First of all, I'm not going to go through that routine with you again,

Shirley baby. We did all that last night, remember?" he calmly replied,

leering down at her. "And secondly, one look at my cock ought to answer

your question for you. If it doesn't, well ... in about a minute you'll

see for yourself, you little cunt-licking doll!" He dropped his shorts

and stood naked before the pair of lewdly sprawled girls staring at him

in stunned, shame-filled fear, his dark eyes gleaming lustfully as they

centered on Lisa's curved, lithe nakedness. "In short, Mrs. Douglas,

I'm going to fuck the little cunt you were just tonguing with a passion

... and by the way, what does Frank think of these secret talents of

yours? Or maybe Daddy doesn't know about the sexy games his girls play

together, eh?"

"I-It's not that way at all!" Lisa spat at him. "We've never done

anything like that before! I don't know what happened ... we just ..."

"Don't say any more, baby," Shirley interrupted, pressuring the younger

girl's naked thigh with her hand. "It's useless with the likes of this

vile creature. All right, damn you ... I'll make you one offer, Mr.

Rivers ... money ... a thousand dollars ... and me! But you don't touch

Lisa! She's just a child! Shove your damned lecherous cock in me if you

want, but you keep your hands off her!"

The well-built, handsome man sniggered down at her in his obscenely

exposed nakedness, his hand still grasping and luridly stroking the

huge length of his thick, hardened penis. "Some child ... too young for

fucking but just right for your lezzy tongue, eh, bitch? And what a

martyr you are! Did you catch that, Lisa honey? She wants to sacrifice

herself for you, the noble stepmother ... though I can't help but

wonder if it's not old Vince's stiff cock she wants all for herself!"

"You bastard!" Shirley spat, scrambling up off the bed to glare at him.

"I'd rather have that dog any time than you!"

"I know ... I just watched you," Vince replied, still grinning. "But

does your husband know? I mean, what do you think he'd say if he was to

suddenly find out some way that his new young wife and daughter enjoyed

eating each other's pussies and being fucked by dogs with big cocks?"

"Oh, I could kill you with no qualms, Vince Rivers!" the blonde girl

angrily hissed, tears of helpless rage stinging her glaring blue eyes.

But even as she spat at him, Shirley knew there was no scruples or

mercy to be expected of him. He was a loathsome monster.

Lisa had not moved. Though she heard their bitter exchange, it did

little more than register. From the first, she hadn't been able to drag

her fascinated eyes away from the long thick rod of blood-hardened

cock-flesh jutting out from their house guest's lean, hairy loins.

She'd really had no idea that a man's penis was that big, nor that the

sac holding his heavy balls could bloat to such proportions! Strong

sensations of hungering desire rippled through her yet unsatisfied

loins and belly at the promising sight, until she could almost feel its

filling hardness plunging up into the heated depths of her lust-incited

vagina just as Nomad's had that first time last night!

"D-Don't argue with him, Shirley ... I-I'm not afraid!" the teenager

managed in a husky voice, trying to keep the eagerness from its throaty

tone. "W-We can't let Daddy be hurt ... and he would ... you know he

would! God, he'd just die if he ever knew ... and how would we explain

?"

"There! Now that gorgeous little doll's using her head, Shirley!"

Rivers exclaimed, ogling the teenager's voluptuous naked beauty with

hotly stoked lust. He wasn't fooled. He'd been watching her young

hungering eyes caressing his aching cock. Shit, the little bitch wanted

it bad ... bad enough, he'd bet, to fight for it if he offered to

accept her stepmother's compromise. Christ, he wished he had the time

to go through that scene, but time was getting to be of the essence. He

still had to hit the bank before it closed, and he wanted to be rolling

east before sundown.

"Y-You don't know what you're saying, darling!" Shirley exclaimed,

dropping down beside the younger naked girl who still lay sensuously

spread-eagled on the bed. "God, baby, you have to think of Paul ... and

yourself ..."

"I am thinking of myself!" Lisa hissed, her dark eyes limpid pools of

passionate excitement. She spoke so that only the young blonde mother

looking down at her could hear. "I-I want it, Shirley! God, I do ...

I'm so hot ... and it's so big! Please ... please? Let him do it to me

... as if he was raping me! Oh, please, Shirley!"

Wild emotions of easily rekindled sensuality raced through the young

wife, understanding what only another woman could. "I don't want you

hurt, Lisa baby!" she whispered back, running her fingertips over the

beautiful teenager's cheek. "H-He's a brute."

"I know! I know! Oh God, Shirley, don't try to stop him."

"Okay! Enough of this Goddamn whispering!" Rivers snapped. "And I don't

intend to argue with you bitches! Either she spreads them for fucking

or Daddy gets an earful! Now, decide and make it damned quick!" He

caught hold of Shirley's arm with a strong, squeezing hand and pulled

her up off the bed. "Well?"

"C-Come on! Rape me if you're going to! I'm not afraid ...!" Lisa half-

whined, glowing with lust at his lewd words and pledge. She stared at

him round-eyes, her line of vision fixing magnetically on his thick,

sinewy cock, and as she gaped through impassioned young eyes he drew

its heavy foreskin back, exposing the huge purplish rubberiness of its

head, causing minute pearlish droplets of seminal fluid to ooze from

the tiny split at its tip! A series of exquisite shudders fluttered

over her and she felt the gooseflesh standing out on her naked young

skin.

He crawled onto the bed still grinning and laughing inwardly at her

'rape me' routine. "You like that rape idea don't you kid?" he taunted,

moving between her spread white legs. "Kind of gives you a little

masochistic charge, eh?" He kneed in close and remaining upright began

to tease the fleshy, hair-lined pink slit of her tight girlish pussy

with his hardened cock-head clutched in his hand. She tremored and

gasped to the sensitive contact, lifting her head to gape down between

her softly mounded breasts, watching saucer-eyed as he tormented the

defenseless wet crevice. "You seem to go for the oral approach, doll

... maybe you'd like to suck a little cock first, eh?"

"Oooohhh," Lisa whimpered in a mixture of shame and sensuous desire.

"Do it if you're going to! Rape me ... fuck me!" she spat between

clenched teeth, the fire licking through her unsated young loins fed

all the more by the obscene position in which she lay helpless beneath

him. "I'm not afraid! Go ahead! Do it!" she half-cried up into his

leering face, wiggling her young buttocks in lewd invitation.

"You bet I will you little bitch!" Rivers hissed. "If it's rape you

want, doll, then rape you'll get!"

He reached down suddenly to press her shapely young legs back upward

toward her head before either girl hardly realized what was happening,

until her knees were flattened against her breasts and her calves were

locked back by his broad shoulders.

Lisa whimpered at the unexpected torment. Her young supple body was

bent back double, the sudden pain of her straining muscles raising

another agonized groan from her throat!

"My God! She can't take you like that!" Shirley exclaimed, her voice

quavering as she stared at the flattened plane of Lisa's wide-split,

glistening loins presented up to the con-man to ravage brutally with

his huge, heavy cock aimed directly at the upturned crevice! "Stop it,

Vince! You hear?"

If he had, it made no difference, the now terrified girl beneath him

thought in stunned panic, as suddenly his muscular body crushed down on

top of hers, flattening her full breasts tightly into her chest! She

felt his thick stiffened cock plunge up into her resistant cuntal

passage like a tree trunk, pushing the fluid flesh in wild ripples

before its blunt blood-engorged head!

"Aaaauuuuggghhh!" Lisa grunted painfully beneath the agonizing

impalement, her eyes gaping wide as its heavy blood-engorged length

soared up into her, ramming unmercifully against her tender cervix!

Again and again she squealed, completely shattered by the savagery of

the con-man's assault, but he never let up, even when Shirley tried to

pull him off her defenseless step-daughter.

"Rape she wanted, and that's ... what I'm giving her ... Mrs. Douglas!"

he choked out, pushing the blonde's struggling nakedness back away with

a sweep of his arm and healing her sobs of helplessness ...

Chapter 8

Though Lisa continued to sound out whimpers of pain to his heavy cock

fucking viciously up between her legs, Rivers knew they were growing

less distressful and more impassioned in their rhythmic gasps, tempoed

to his plunges skewering deep up into the clenching heat of her soft

little belly. The teenager's naked body in its defenseless, bent-double

position beneath him was beginning to respond of its own accord. Her

rounded hips and taut white buttocks had fallen into a gentle

undulation, rotating the clasping slippery walls of her young, tight

vagina around his pulsating hardness that was stuffing the wide-split

crevice clear to his aching balls.

While Shirley watched in sickened helplessness, she recognized the

change gradually creeping over her beautiful stepdaughter's once

grimacing face and cringing young body. The obscenely stretched lips of

her pussy had begun to slither wetly up to devour the huge rod of Vince

Rivers' torturous cock. His heavy sperm-bloated balls smacked down hard

into the damp, smooth crease of her naked buttocks, her moans now edged

with tones of masochistic delight.

At least most of the painful torment was passed for her, Shirley gave

silent thanks as she gaped in growing fascination at the lustful sight

of Rivers' pumping buttocks tensing heavily each time he drove forward

with cruel force to sink his long thick hardness into Lisa's greedily

accepting, stretched teenage channel. Sometimes, he didn't drive it up

into her to full capacity and Shirley could see a narrow white stretch

of the thick shaft showing beneath the sway of his semen-inflated

balls. Then, on the next stroke she would wince when his hairy pelvis

crashed down hard against Lisa's, and she stared as he withdrew and

thrust, withdrew and thrust in ever increasing rhythm, the underside of

his huge swollen cock-head becoming visible with each withdrawal!

The watching blonde wife sensed her own belly quiver rapaciously with

re-kindled sensations at the brutal tucking the lecherous no-good was

giving the helpless teenage girl pinned obscenely beneath him. But even

as her own susceptible loins began to tingle with smoldering desire,

the still furious wife tried to desperately conceive of some way to

stop this unscrupulous animal before he ruined all of them! Then she

saw him free Lisa's long shapely legs and quickly wrap them around his

hips, her heels pressed tight against the cheeks of his hollowing

buttocks, straining of their own accord to pull him back inside her

each time he withdrew.

The cords on the insides of her stepdaughter's smooth, white thighs

flexed tautly as she raised her skewered loins back up over his

glistening member, her quivering buttocks lifting inches off the bed

while she struggled in her effort to absorb the entire length back into

the fleshy Pink folds of her greedy cunt! A wet viscid sound lewdly

filled the room as they fucked, and then Nomad began to growl with

bared fangs beside Shirley, his unsuspected nearness startling her.

Absently, Shirley reached down to pet the massive head of the beast

beside her, his obvious dislike for his master and what he was doing

registering in her distraught, sensuous brain for the fast time. Of

course ... it was very apparent now when she actually thought of it!

The beautiful animal hated Vince Rivers ... and that was when the

wicked idea struck her!

"Up, Nomad!" Shirley hissed, bending down to whisper the command. "Up,

baby ... behind him! Go on ... up!"

Vince Rivers was too lecherously engrossed to even feel the weight

jarring the bed behind him. Nor was he aware when the massive animal

suddenly mounted him from behind, his powerful forelegs clinging to his

master's hips ... the pleasure of the con-artist's own plunging cock

was so lustfully overwhelming.

Salaciously and with obscene vengeful intentions, Shirley reached

beneath the huge German shepherd to curl her soft hand around his still

sheathed cock. She felt him lurch to the contact as she began to lewdly

stroke the long furry sleeve, while with the other hand she reached

between his legs from behind to gently scratch her finger nails along

the underside of his heavy balls! "Oh please, baby, make it hard for

me! Quick, darling," the blonde girl whispered, lewd impulses racing

through her now simmering loins and belly at the feel of the animal's

penis growing searing hot and hard in her caressing hand! It emerged

then, inching out more quickly as she stroked it, its wet, beveled tip

of raw glistening hardness more resembling a weapon than the beautiful

love-tool she knew it to be ... but this time, that was in keeping.

"Wh-What the hell is going on?" Vince Rivers gasped out, trying to

twist his head and look back, but Lisa's locking arms and legs,

scissored around him in her blinded passion, made that impossible. He

grunted, lurching ahead when the tip of something wet wormed up into

the tight little hole of his rectum, his brain beginning to race in

wild confusion. Christ, was that Shirley's finger?

By the time he'd decided that it couldn't be, it was already too late!

Shirley had guided the scarlet, tapered animal-cock into the hairy

opening of his anus, and before Rivers could break free or defend

against it, the stiffened rod of burning dog-flesh had buried itself

half-way up into his rectum while he froze and Lisa's upthrusting loins

sucked his jerking cock back into the omniverously milking channel of

her climax-building vagina!

Rivers gasped and swore while Shirley couldn't help but laugh in

vindictive delight at the absolutely obscene sight. Then, with his

fangs bared, Nomad threatening growled his disapproval at any

anticipated changes his master might be entertaining. Beneath the naked

man, Lisa began to whimper in tiny mewls as she clung to him like a

voluptuous human vine, her upthrusting young buttocks gyrating wildly

as her seething cuntal channel clasped and pulled at his ever-growing

cock! Again, he swore from the branding torment of the beast's reaming

hardness, and suddenly it lunged to the very depths of his belly right

up his painfully clenching anus.

Shirley slipped her hand between the handsome dog's spread hind legs

once more to tenderly caress the underside of his bloating balls,

simultaneously hugging him as he tucked with a seeming revenge of his

own up into the wide-stretched rectum of Vince Rivers with savage

animal thrusts!

* * * *

It was a dapper young man from a finance company who maintained he was

looking for a George Edwards, or William Avery, or Vincent Rivers, all

one and the same person, which made Frank Douglas head out in a hurry

from his office to the one he had been letting the man he knew as

Rivers use. He found it empty and the dapper one behind him smiled. He

didn't seem in the least surprised. But Frank Douglas was more than

that; he was shocked.

"I've been chasing that Continental for six months," the young man said

with a shake of his head. "Up and down the California coast. That

bastard's a shrewd one, but he'll wind up with the dirty end of the

stick sooner or later."

He was saying more that Frank didn't hear. An oblong piece of paper on

the floor had caught his eye. It struck out from beneath the desk where

it had probably blown from the breeze coming through the open window.

He picked it up and read it, his eyes slowly beginning to bug at the

sizeable figure embossed on it. Christ! And his signature ... but he'd

never signed this check ... nor any other made out to Vincent Rivers!

It didn't take long for the older man to put two and two together! One

son-of-a-bitch of a con-man had nearly gotten to him, and there was a

good chance the guy was packing his bags right at that moment in one of

the bedrooms of his very own home!

"Come on ... follow me!" Frank snapped at the dapper finance agent. "If

we hurry, we may not be too late to get that Continental for you.

Unless I miss my guess, Vince Rivers doesn't realize yet that he's lost

this gem!"

Frank drove like a maniac, actually hoping that a cop or two would fan

in behind him. In his rear view mirror, he could see that the dapper

guy and another seated beside him were having all they could do to keep

up as he raced over the freeway. Man, what a stupid fool he'd been all

along with his goddamn booze-numbing escape! Not only leaving himself

wide open to be taken, but exposing his family ... Shirley, Lisa, to

the likes of a crook like Rivers ... right in their own house. And ...

and what else had he possibly laid them open to?

He swung into his drive, surprised when the finance boys wheeled right

behind him, hopping from their car and jogging toward the Continental

to confiscate it before anyone or thing could interfere.

"You boys want to come inside?" Frank called to them. "He must be in

there!"

"Nope," the dapper one grinned, "This is all we want! He's yours, Mr.

Douglas ... and thanks for the help!"

Frank burst into the house with all intentions of shouting at the top

of his lungs, but thought better of that. Instead, he quickly made a

systematic tour which finally narrowed his search down to the bedrooms.

The rest was horrifyingly simple, for Lisa's door was partially open,

and he just stood there staring, paralyzed, leaning his hand against

the framework while he gaped at the incredulously obscene spectacle

before him ...

* * * *

Rivers had never known anything like this in his life! He'd never been

sodomized even by a man, let alone a fucking dog, but the sensation was

about to set him wild! The goddamn brute's horrendous cock was taunting

his prostate toward something unimaginable! With single-minded

viciousness, he began to plunge up into the hungering wet heat of

Lisa's tight girl-cunt, clutching at her roundly working ass-cheeks and

listening to her groans of pleasure as she undulated her buttocks in

wide circles beneath him! The room began to spin before his gaping eyes

as the huge impaling animal cock dug another inch up into his screaming

rectum, sending crazy spasms of lust skyrocketing

through him.

"Oooohhh ... Shirley ... Shirley! I-I'm going to cuuummm! Oooohhh ...

!" Lisa wailed, her nostrils flaring wide as she screwed herself up on

Rivers' battering rod of flesh and clung there while the clasping walls

of her craving vagina milked desperately around it like the mouth of a

starving child!

The urge to rant, rave and kill, Frank Douglas had never known before

in his life, but he did at that moment! A great red fire was amassing

before his straining eyes even as his huge cock which had hung

practically lifeless for six months leaped into a burning, throbbing

hardness that threatened to rip out the front of his trousers! No less

than a brute animal sound choked up from his throat to fill the room,

but only his naked, blonde-haired wife heard it!

When she swung around to see the almost insane expression contorting

her husband's crazily enraged face she fought to hold back the scream

building up inside her! He started forward like a bull ape as she

charged with open arms to stop him, expecting to be beaten to the

floor, but his maniacal eyes were fixed on only one individual in the

room ... Vince Rivers!

"Oh God, no, Frank! Don't, please!" Shirley begged as she clung to him,

staying between him and the obscene orgy on the bed that was rapidly

drawing to a climactic finale. "Listen to me, darling ... it's my fault

... all mine! Lisa isn't to blame."

"I'm going to kill him! I'm going to rip his cock off and shove it down

his throat! Get out of my way! The bastard is raping my baby!"

"Oh God, Frank! Please listen to me! Please!" Shirley sobbed as she

continued to bar his struggling way. "Don't you see? He's getting more

than he ever bargained for from Nomad! Look at his face! Lisa won't let

him go! And look at Nomad's! He knows he's punishing him! We all hate

him, darling, and we love you, but he trapped us into it! Oh God,

darling, keep your head ... we don't want anything to happen to you! We

love you! Please, let us punish him."

Love you! Punish him! Look at his face... Love you! Love you! The

exclamations raced through Frank's delirious brain in a tormentful maze

as he gaped through blinding anger at the ravaging of his own naked

daughter and tried to make sense from his imploring young wife's words!

Keep your head ... we love you.

Rivers' pain-charged brain whirled in an impossible sucking vortex that

was drawing him down even as it was propelling him upward! He heard the

kid's gasping squeals beneath him, and then a powerful growl from the

mutt he was going to kill behind him, feeling the increase of his

thrusting, sodomizing animal loins! Suddenly the fucking beast shot his

scalding dog-cum up into his agonizingly stretched rectum to the very

depths of his belly -- hot, splurting sperm that burned in his guts

like boiling oil! The sensation triggered his own orgasm and he sensed

his raging semen begin to travel the distance from his heaving balls to

the tip of his jerking cock-head, spitting in thick viscous squirts to

splash against the soft walls of the kid's wildly quivering vagina, her

climax convulsing her frantically hugging body under the violent force

of his unleashed load ... !

Why he hadn't murdered the son-of-a-bitch, Frank Douglas would never be

able to answer, but he was to later reason that Shirley had saved him

from committing that unforgivable crime which in the end would only

have hurt them the worse. Though at that moment he was still beyond the

realm of civil rationalization, he held himself back to the pleas of

his nakedly voluptuous wife who was almost passionately embracing him

as they watched the teenage Lisa fall limply into a merciful faint and

the powerful German shepherd leap to the floor!

Vince Rivers began to struggle from the bed, mouthing foul oaths

between vicious declarations of what he was going to do to the massive

German shepherd that stood waiting with flattened ears and bared fangs

behind him. The con-artist's rectum burned as if it had been reamed and

scorched with a hot poker. He moved like a man who had ridden his first

horse a nonstop hundred miles. The terrible rage in his eyes somehow

didn't match the agony twisting his too-handsome face ... and then, he

saw Shirley's white nakedness standing inside the protective arm of her

huge incensed husband and all of the violence seemed to drain from

him ...!

"First of all, you're still alive, Rivers ... Edwards ... Avery, or

whatever the hell your name is," Frank hissed through clenched teeth,

"and only by the grace of this girl beside me! If you're still in this

house two minutes from now, there won't be enough left of you to feed

to that dog, because I'll tear you apart piece by piece!" Frank pulled

the forged check from his pocket and before the other's gaping eyes

tore it into small pieces. "So much for that bit of evidence, which

could have put you on ice for a few years. The finance company is

outside picking up your car! Pull on your pants, you bastard, because

that's all you're going out of here with ... the rest of your things

we'll burn ...!"

"Now wait a minute, Frank ...!" the trapped forger half-whined, only

partially beginning to realize the desperate situation he had put

himself in, unable to believe his stupidity in leaving that check

behind. He'd been so goddamned anxious to fuck Douglas' virgin

daughter.

"Now you've got a minute and thirty seconds left! I wouldn't advise you

to waste it if you value your life you son-of-a-bitch!" Frank roared.

Vince Rivers didn't wait.

Chapter 9

Frank Douglas sat behind the locked door of his study staring at the

Scotch bottle before him. He jiggled the glass in his hand, sloshing

the cubes of ice through the amber liquid he had been consuming off and

on most of the afternoon. He wasn't drunk, he knew, at least not yet to

his usual extent, but neither was he feeling any physical pain.

Mentally ? That was a different matter.

It hardly seemed credible to the big, middle-aged man that it had all

happened that very day under his own roof, and with the heavy silence

that hung throughout the house since he had turned his back on his wife

and daughter and walked into this room, he had been able to hear them

sobbing off and on ... crying together ... his beautiful young wife

whom he'd loved with a foolish idolation, and his own vivacious

daughter who by all right should disown him! Christ, he'd nearly

destroyed them both with his blindness, and if it hadn't been for

Shirley's levelheadedness, he would have done worse by killing the

worthless bastard who had nearly ruined their lives.

Well, all of that was behind them now, just as his usefulness to anyone

was behind him! Shit, he was nothing more than a living vegetable, dead

from the loins down and numb from the guts up! He gulped from his

glass, determined to blot it all from his tormented brain in usual

fashion. Then he remembered how his futile cock had actually jolted

into almost pain-racked hardness when he'd gaped through the bedroom

door and seen the goddamn wild orgy taking place on Lisa's bed. Both

girls in their soft white nakedness ... Shirley watching while the

bastard Rivers brutally fucked his lusciously curved young daughter ...

and she taking the no-good son-of-a-bitch's huge cock like a real

trooper! At the time, he hadn't realized she was being raped ... he

hadn't realized much of anything in fact, except a blinding rage! But

it'd been the sight of that massive dog sodomizing Rivers, or whatever

his name was, that had really set off some still-live wire in his

impotent loins! Christ, for one whole minute his throbbing penis had

been as hard as a teenager's on his first trip to a whorehouse!

Once he'd thrown the half-naked Rivers from the house, he hadn't said a

word to either girl. Shirley had been too concerned with bringing her

stepdaughter back to normal after her fainting spell and he supposed

that was the way it should be. He'd simply walked into the study and

locked the door behind him, truthfully not knowing what he was going to

do next. Several times, Shirley had knocked and called to him, but he

hadn't answered. He couldn't face her ... either of them. He had no

right to, but he'd always love them. He could only hope they didn't

hate him for bringing this all upon them.

* * * *

"I'm going to find Paul," Lisa softly answered the tearful blonde girl

who sat beside her on the couch and whose hand she held clasped in her

own. "That is, when I leave here ... but I'm not leaving, Shirley,

until things are absolutely worked out between you and Daddy!"

"You're a darling, Lisa ..." the young stepmother half-whispered with

deep sincerity. "B-But I don't believe that's going to happen. I-I

doubt if your father has much use for me now, not after all that's

happened. He won't even answer my knocking or speak to me ... and I

don't know as I blame him, after what I let that ... that pig do to

you."

"My God, how could you stop him?" Lisa asked her for the umpteenth

time. "You know it was more my fault than yours, Shirley! I wanted it

... even begged you to let him rape me, didn't I?"

"Now listen to me, young lady! Don't you dare tell your father that!

I'll never speak to you again if you do, I swear it!"

"But it's all right for you to take all the blame, isn't it? When it

wasn't your fault at all!" Lisa insisted.

Nomad whimpered from the floor in front of them. Automatically, both

girls reached down at once to pet him. "Please, let's not you and me

argue, baby!" Shirley managed with a little smile. "Even this big

darling feels it. He knows now how close we are now."

"Oh damn," Lisa quietly cursed, getting to her feet and tightening the

belt of her wrapper around her. "It's not just making Daddy understand

that bothers me ... but his not being able to make love. God. Shirley,

you're almost as young as I am -- so beautiful and alive. Even if

everything works out, what's going to happen to you? Do you intend

becoming a celibate or something?"

The older girl couldn't help but smile, though in all truth it was no

light matter to her. Still, her problem wasn't for this beautiful young

creature to burden herself with. She had her Paul to catch and walk to

the altar, and that was about all she was going to be able to handle

for awhile. Shirley said, "It's not all that bad, darling ... I haven't

told you this, but when Frank stormed into your bedroom I turned to

him, and the front of his pants was bulging like I've never seen

before. I-I'm sure that if circumstances hadn't been what they were ...

he would've been able to ..."

Shirley didn't finish. She raised her eyes in the middle of her

statement and saw the sparkling black ones of her stepdaughter suddenly

flashing down at her. A little quiver rippled over her own robe-covered

nakedness at the undeniable licentious gleam!

"That's it!" Lisa hissed. "That is it, Shirley honey!"

"What's it? What're you trying to say ... and I don't like that look in

those devilish eyes ..."

"Daddy has to be shocked! Or stimulated! Or whatever in hell you want

to call it! And that's what we're going to do!"

"Now, Lisa, listen to me ...

"No! You listen to me, Mother! It's about time that I made good use of

myself around this house ... and I can't think of any way I could enjoy

it more than bringing happiness to both of you!" Lisa wildly

proclaimed. "This is going to be my party, and it's going to take place

right in your bedroom, Shirley! We, you and me, with the help of Nomad,

are going to seduce Daddy into making love to you!"

"Lisa! That would be incestuous ...

"Oh, don't talk like an ass, darling!" the teenager excitedly

exclaimed. "We're not living in the dark ages, and it isn't as if Daddy

doesn't know his little girl's all grown up, remember? Besides, even

the Egyptians resorted to it a few thousand years ago to keep their

dynasties intact ... and I intend to keep this one solid!"

"Oh God, Lisa! What are you thinking?" Shirley breathed, unable to deny

the stimulating thrill the young girl's professed intentions stirred

inside her own easily aroused loins.

"Don't argue with me! Just do as I ask ... please, Shirley? Remember,

he's my Daddy as well as your husband, and I want him happy, no matter

what the price!"

Suddenly, Shirley felt as if she'd drunk a dozen of Rachael's brandy-

laced coffees! Her mind began to swim with the utterly forbidden

thought of it, even as tiny erotic impulses began to race through her

sensually hungry young body. God, she loved Frank Douglas so much! "Wh-

What do you want ... to do?" she repeated.

"I'm not sure yet ... play it by ear, maybe ... but I know it's going

to be one of the happiest moments in my life!" Lisa hotly whispered.

"He's my Daddy, and you ... you mean so much to me now, darling!"

Shirley swallowed tightly, senseing the erotic heat beginning to build

inside her. "H-He's probably drunk! He's been in there all afternoon."

"Good! That should help!" the teenager commented. "Like Lot's

daughters, Shirley ... that's what we are, except you and I are going

to revive Lot and make him the happiest man alive! Come on, let's go

get him!"

Shirley felt like a child clinging to her stepdaughter's hand as the

latter led her half-running to the door of Frank's study. She heard the

teenager's determined knock, and then a second time, not surprised that

there wasn't an answer.

"Daddy! Open this fucking door or I'll take a chair and break it down!"

Lisa half-screamed, while Shirley hung to her, too aghast to get out a

word!

The door opened and he stood there gaping open-mouthed at the

curvaceous girl facing him. "You're coming with us!" she snapped,

grabbing hold of his hand. "It's just about time that you started being

a husband as well as an overseeing father around here! The wife you

picked is a young girl, remember? Now, do you want her making love to

you ... or winding up with a Vince Rivers who she doesn't want?"

Frank Douglas wasn't too keen wit-wise, but he knew and recorded every

painful word his enchanting young daughter spat at him. He wanted to

answer but could think of nothing to say, and then they were leading

him, each holding to one of his hands, taking him into Shirley's ...

his own ... their bedroom!

"Daddy, you've got a problem! I know all about it and I want to help

... in fact, I'm going to!" the long, dark-haired girl whisperingly

exclaimed as she began to remove her bathrobe.

Frank couldn't believe it! His own daughter knowingly stripping herself

naked before him! The rounded whiteness of her curvaceous young body

was abruptly exposed in its entirety in front of his drunken eyes, they

magnetically moved downward to the silken black triangle shrouding her

soft teenage loins! He staggered, but Shirley's helping arm supported

him. Then, she was unveiling her own goddess-like beauty, tossing her

robe to one side, both of them smiling in their breathtaking nakedness

as they moved slowly toward him.

"We're going to undress you, Daddy," Lisa's shimmering moist lips said.

"We're going to make love to you because you mean so much to both of

us! We want you for our Daddy in our own way forever! There's nothing

you can do but stand right there!"

And he did, unable to even think as they plucked the clothes from him

like an attacking swarm of birds ... until he was naked, and he knew

that his loins hung as useless as ever!

"Well ... there you are, loving girls! You've picked the bones and now

you've gotten the skeleton! What would you like to do for an encore?"

Frank said in liquor-thickened tones, his embarrassment apparent to

both lust-inciting young women holding affectionately to him.

"Get on the bed, Daddy!" Lisa excitedly ordered. "We're going to show

you all about encores, you darling!"

Frank couldn't refuse because they had no intentions of letting him.

Neither girl seemed to find it necessary to speak as he dropped onto

his back and they lay down on either side of him, their soft warm

contours moving close to possessively caress his big tanned body. Then,

they raised on their elbows to look at one another above his chest, the

gleams of anticipation and excitement in their faces contagious. It was

his own daughter's small hand that lovingly curled around the flaccid

length of his heavy cock first, causing Frank to grunt aloud at the

forbidden sensation filing through him! Then, Shirley's slender hand

smoothed down over his stomach, raising gooseflesh on him as her

fingers trailed lightly through his pubic hair to cover Lisa's small

hand fondling the still unresponding length of his thick penis! Christ,

it was the goddamn lewdest thing that had ever happened to him ... and

he didn't want it to stop!

Suddenly, his wife tenderly kissed him on the mouth, her hand holding

his cock coming back up to brush at his cheek, but before he could wrap

his arms around her, the blonde lovely was easing down on the bed!

While Frank watched in lust-mounting fascination, Lisa held his limp

cock upright and Shirley lowered her face over it, her tongue-moistened

lips parting to slip right down onto it, abruptly enclosing the entire

blood-engorged glans in a hot, lip-locking pressure.

The big man choked out an uncontrollable groan, reflexively lifting his

naked loins upward as the hot moistness of her ovalled lips closed in a

pressuring suction over the sensitively swollen cock-head! Gently,

Lisa's fingers and palm stroked up and down the now rapidly hardening

rod while Shirley's beautiful lips slid down to meet them, beginning to

suck it steadily, rhythmically ... up and down with a wild twisting

motion of her little tongue at the peak of each up-suck!

Christ, it was actually coming alive, the hot blood beginning to roar

through its heavy veins with a pounding force, and he tensed his loins

in disbelief. Lisa leaned above his face then, smiling fervently down

at him as she pressed one voluptuous white breast with its hardened

little berry-like nipple to his gasping lips. Frank couldn't resist

sucking it lustfully into his mouth and between his teeth to nibble it,

while his naked daughter whimpered with shortened breaths at the sharp

pleasureful pain of the incestuous act.

Below, and overjoyed at the growing hardness of her husband's long,

thick cock, Shirley eagerly slaved, moaning as she began to suck

harder, nipping now and then with the edges of her teeth at his

pulsating rigidity. Frank, with his eyes wide and straining to see

around the resilient soft mound of smooth flesh he was mouthing, saw

that his cock was white where her teeth scraped the blood away, and a

rich purple at its sleek turgid head. He felt his wife's eager hands

cupping and cradling his aching balls while she plunged her mouth down

onto his throbbing hardness! He raised his head slightly as he

continued to lick and nibble at his daughter's firmly rounded breast

which she held to Ms mouth as if feeding him, hungry to see his massive

penis nearly vanishing right down Shirley's voracious throat!

From somewhere in the bedroom, he heard the dog whimper and he

remembered the sight of the powerful German shepherd sodomizing Rivers,

but he could think of little else but what was happening to him!

Shirley's tongue, with that final swiping lick, was making the glans of

his jerking rod vibrate and pulse with a lewd desire. He watched her

beautiful toiling face stuffed with his huge, proudly rigid cock,

working over him greedily, her lush lips being pulled out wide by its

obscene thickness, her white cheeks hollowing as she sucked him in

obvious wanton delight ... and then suddenly, she stopped!

"Oh Christ, baby, d-don't quit!" he groaned, knowing for certain now

that he was going to make it.

Shirley smiled as she raised her head, tossing her long blonde hair

back over her shoulders. "I'm not stopping, lover ... I'm just

beginning!"

"We're just beginning!" Lisa quickly put in to remind her, "you're not

cutting me out of this party now ... in fact, remember it was my idea!"

Shirley laughed, getting to her knees as Lisa did the same on the other

side of him, while Frank gaped from one to the other at their lustfully

incited smiles. "All right, what'll we do next to make your party a

real winner?" the blonde young wife feverishly questioned her beaming

stepdaughter.

"Well ... really it's this big darling's party, so maybe we should ask

him," Lisa said, gazing lovingly down at her naked father. "I know!

What was it that made your ... your cock get hard when you first walked

in on us this afternoon, Daddy?"

Frank could only stare at his gorgeously intoxicating daughter, the

sound of the four-letter word coming from her tender lips firing him

all the more. He heard her plead again for him to tell them and before

he realized it he was babbling out the whole thing about Nomad

sodomizing Rivers, and the way it had affected him. All he could think

of was a goddamn slave being taken by a brute animal to please a

watching queen ... and Shirley standing there had been that queen!

Lisa's eyes locked wildly with Shirley's, their lewd thoughts known to

each other with out a spoken word! Almost hissingly, Lisa said: "You or

me?"

"Me, damnit!" Shirley gasped. "After all, I am the wife here, young

lady!"

Again, they both laughed and Lisa said, "All right! And Daddy, you just

lie right there! You're the king and we're slaves who have to please

you!"

Wild spasms of unbelievably, forbidden lust twisted salaciously at

Frank Douglas's liquor-infused brain. "You're going to kill me between

you ... but don't let that stop you, because I'm loving every second of

it! Go ahead ... please me you beautiful dolls!"

Lisa's naked flesh tingled hotly as she said to her stepmother, "Get on

your hands and knees, darling, so that I can get it all wet and ready

for Daddy's big handsome cock! Hurry ... let's not waste time thinking

about it!"

Shirley felt a shudder of inflaming delight as she quickly moved around

in the bed to do as her stepdaughter had ordered. Lisa, too, got to her

knees behind her, never hesitating as she remembered the lewd act from

performing it earlier. Then, Shirley was wiggling her rounded white

buttocks expectantly back to where the dark-haired teenager knelt while

her father watched in drunken spellbound lust!

They were soft, smoothly ovalled white buttocks to Lisa, and she gazed

at the puckered little mouth between as Shirley lowered her shoulders

to the bed, thrusting the enchanting vision up and back at her. Lisa's

eyes lowered to the long coral split of her desire-moistened cunt with

its blonde, curl-fringed lips only partially opened, but enough for the

teenager to once again see the sensitive pink flesh within. Small

droplets of viscous cuntal moisture clung to the flushed, fleshy lips

and she moved eagerly toward them. The musky, perfumed scent stung her

nostrils as she knew it would and she lashed out with her greedy little

tongue, pressing deep toward her voluptuous stepmother's tiny erect

clitoris, just as Shirley had done to her earlier while Nomad had so

thoroughly fucked her! Lisa found the pulsing pleasure-bud enclosed

between the delicate inner-petals, her lips coming in contact with the

hair-fringed folds of hot flesh as she stretched her tongue to its

entirety, its tip stabbing lewdly at the quivering nerve-center,

raising a deep gasp from Shirley's throat.

Slowly, Lisa swept upward, flicking her tongue-tip several times

against the twitching clitoris, then downward toward the ovalled wet

opening of her nibbling vagina. She plunged her tongue in far enough to

feel the clasping walls of hot flesh grasp at the obscene intruder,

then drew it out to taunt the moaning blonde's urethra before traveling

on up the satin-smooth valley of her widespread buttocks to the tiny

convoluted circle of her working anus.

It might have gone on indefinitely, Frank was thinking, if he hadn't

suddenly decided that he couldn't stand to watch anymore! He had to get

his hotly throbbing cock into that beautiful cunt he was jealously

watching his own daughter tongue! "Goddamn it ... get up over me,

Shirley doll before I blow my nuts just watching you two! Hurry, get

this log of agony up into that hot little pussy!"

Shirley gasped and laughed happily at the same time as she quickly

started to climb on top of her big fired-up husband.

"No! Not that way, honey!" Lisa corrected.

"Face your back to him so he can watch

better ... especially when you put it in your asshole."

"Oh Christ!" Frank choked, Lisa's lewd words wildly goading him on.

Never with Mavis or any other woman he'd ever known had he dared to try

sodomy, though he'd damn sure wanted to plenty of times! "Do it now!

We'll fuck that luscious pussy later, baby!"

Never hesitating, Shirley positioned herself with her legs on either

side of her husband's widespread white buttocks looking at him like

twin moons as Lisa reached to grasp his pulsating rod of flesh in her

small hand, aiming it's blunt-tipped head at the tiny circle of her

puckered anal mouth.

"Reach back and spread your ass-cheeks, darling!" Lisa whispered hotly

as she gaped at the lust-intoxicating sight, holding her daddy's rock-

hard penis in her hand and watching as Shirley's clutching fingers

lewdly obeyed, pulling at the yielding flesh of her smooth mounds to

stretch the nether ring part way open. She heard her father grunt and

curse as they both watched Lisa worm the bulbous cock-head into the

tight expanding opening while Shirley squirmed and wriggled her

straining buttocks downward in her effort to skewer the hot spear of

solid cock-flesh into her tightly resisting anus.

Ragged gasps of breath burst from the obscenely positioned blonde wife

as she determined to lower herself down onto her husband's impaling

hardness, her tormented whimpers only further charging her audience.

"D-does it hurt, honey?" Lisa whispered in her ear, reaching around to

caress one of Shirley's full swaying breasts with sympathetic, if

masochistic, envy. "Tell me ... should I ever let Paul do it to me?"

"Oooohhh ... Goddd!" the young wife moaned. "It ... it's ... ooohhh ...

horrible ... beautiful ... I love it there ... and ... and you let Paul

do ... do anything he ever wants to you ... you hear, young lady?"

"Yes! Yes, darling, I will ... I promise ...

Frank gaped in salacious pleasure as he watched his beautiful slaving

wife gyrate her hips down ... down ... until the soft white mounds of

her ass-cheeks were flattened against his upper thighs and pelvis. Then

he began to gently work with her in an effort to widen her tight back

passage with his aching cock thrust to its full length up into the

futilely clenching rectum.

"Christ, baby ... I-I never dreamed it could be like this for us!

Goddamn ... listen, if it's hurting too much we can stop!" Frank

blurted, a sudden wave of shame rising up inside him at her pitiful

groans.

"No! No, I want it there ... love it there, darling!" Shirley

vehemently insisted, squirming her naked buttocks down even tighter to

his loins and forcing his huge cock further up into her grotesquely

stretched rectum. "B-but ... it might come right out my mouth, oh

king!" she added, slowly leaning back and rotating her hips and

buttocks lewdly to please him more.

He caught at her slender waist, slipping his hands up her smooth rib

cage while she strugglingly straightened out her legs, then his big

hands cupped her full, thrusting breasts and he drew her back down on

top of him, while Lisa stared at them in a loving lust all her own.

God, he'd never know the agony he was bringing her at that moment,

Shirley determined, because simultaneously he was heaping her with all

of the enchanting joy she had ever hoped for! And the beautiful young

girl beside them watching was responsible for it, had made it all a

reality, had caused incredible pain to become a magnificent torture of

masochistic pleasure!

Suddenly, Lisa was moving between their extended legs, her dark

sparkling eyes fixed on Shirley's golden-curled pussy staring up at

her, its softly curved pink slit arching down to the fleshy cheeks of

her white buttocks spread wide now with her Daddy's huge hard cock

splitting them ... holding them apart ... its thick length buried to

the hilt in her forever stretched rectum, and the heavy testicles that

had sired her pulsating bloatedly before her. The teenager couldn't,

had she wanted to, contain herself from one last lust-loving oral

caress. She dropped forward, nestling her face to her stepmother's

sweet-scented loins, starting her fiery tonguing at the tip of her

father's sperm-bloated balls, taunting the exposed half-inch of his

rock-hardened shaft not yet swallowed up into Shirley, then into the

hot, fluid open cunt and upward, finally sucking the inner-lips and

tiny erect clitoris into her young mouth with a wet little slurping

sound.

Shirley whined out to the added delight, working her buttocks up and

down on her husband's revitalized cock, and as she did this she pressed

her wetly glistening pussy, that was now flowered open with the

pressure from her wide-splayed legs, down against Lisa's passionately

devoted mouth. Almost with a fanaticism, the teenage girl lashed her

tongue around, over, up and into the older blonde's spicy tasting

cuntal passage, her own desire reaching a feverish peak in her youthful

belly and so recently awakened loins!

She reached down to find her own quivering little clitoris and began

stroking it before suddenly remembering! "Nomad, darling," she gasped,

elevating her naked buttocks lewdly upward and spreading her legs wide.

"Huffy, baby ... Lisa needs you!" she gasped, then again buried her

searing tongue deep up into Shirley's clasping vagina!

They all sensed the bed give when the massive German shepherd

responded, both Frank and his prostrate wife on top of him gaping at

the handsome animal's almost pleased face as he mounted the offered

white mounds of the naked girl bent slave-like before him. But it was

the lustfully incited teenager who thrust her buttocks back high and

felt Nomad's hardened, wet animal-cock ram and slip between them. Again

he floundered, whimpering loudly, until she spread her shapely thighs

wider ... and this time, it didn't miss!

"Uunnnggg!" the dark-haired girl winced before the tong thick ravager

soaring up into her, lancing her wanting vaginal walls apart like a

flint-tipped spear!

Ooohhh! Her first lover ... magnificent Nomad! God, she would always

love him, she knew, as she licked and sucked shamelessly at the

delectable wet pussy breathing out its heated essence into her flaring

nostrils. She heard Shirley begin a series of telltale whimpers and her

daddy's guttural grunts ... heard them in the faint background of her

mind, for her animal-lover was hammering up into her welcoming cunt

with rapid, battering thrusts that were jabbing at the underside of her

soft, tremulous belly! His splendid, big cock was beginning to swell

and throb blindingly inside her, growing larger and larger, hotter and

hotter, filling her entire vagina as it burned savagely up into her,

driving her closer and closer toward a bursting bubble of ecstasy.

Maddeningly, Lisa licked and sucked until Shirley wailed: "Oooohhh ...

I-I'm going to cuummmm, darlings ... ooohhh ... I'm cuummmiiinnnngggg!"

"Christ! Don't stop, baby!" Frank bellowed. "Don't stop! Keep that

gorgeous ass humping! Fuck it hard, honey ... I'm going to cuummm

withhhh youuuu."

"Yiieee ... oohhh ... yesssss!" Lisa cried out as Nomad fucked brutally

up into her, his huge animal-cock suddenly long and longer ... thick

and thicker inside her flooding, clasping cunt channel, those

magnificent battering lunges never lessening! And then, she felt the

German shepherd's stream of hot cum squirting unceasingly up into her!

Long jets of it scalding the milking walls of her youthful vagina,

filling her belly with a violent force, its steaming heat setting her

off until she wailed in loud helplessness!

* * * *

Neither Frank Douglas nor his voluptuous young wife were actually aware

that they were alone in the house, until some hours later when they

emerged from their bedroom to partake of needed sustenance if they were

to survive the long delayed consummation of their marriage. No

newlyweds were ever more happy than this pair who together read the

warm note Lisa had left them. She had taken Nomad and gone to find her

Paul ...

But it was the telegram which arrived from Las Vegas the following

morning that thrilled them most. It read: "Congratulate us! We have

been married two hours and thirteen minutes! Nomad was the best man!

Naturally! He sends

love ...! Lisa and Paul Fulton."

The End