Bang the Teen Slowly
(Mm/Ff, teen, size, best)

by Kysa Braswell
www.kysaonline.com

One of the dangers of youth is its vaguely-formed ideas of sex. A young teen's perceptions of sex is actually unformed. As a result, some teens are susceptible to broad, open ideas that attract their sensibilities. When a young teen who is already well-developed is exposed to the extreme and mature sexuality of adults, nothing good could come of it as we see below.


June Evanik placed the highball in the hand of the buxom blonde thirteen-year old and stepped back, her deep green eyes smiling felinely.

"Go on, dear, there's no harm in it," she coaxed. "It's just a little highball."

But Clarice Hewitt, whose father had died nine months previous after an acute bout with alcoholism, shook her pretty head firmly. Her satiny soft long blonde hair flew attractively around her perfectly oval youthful face. The long dark lashes over her sparkling, innocent blue eyes fluttered as she refused, saying, "Oh, but I couldn't, Mrs. Evanik. My mother wouldn't permit it."

June smiled indulgently and took the glass from her again. She shook out her long red hair and said sweetly, "Well, that's right, dear. You should always do what your mother tells you." Damnit, a small voice whispered inside her head.

Not that this terrible primness didn't make their lovely young neighbor all the more intoxicating company. At times June suspected that it was this very naiveté that was driving herself and her husband Peter so wild with anticipation. Clarice was so unremittingly good that Peter was really going out of his mind for her, and Miller, their big German Shepherd was as well. Miller sniffed around the sweet over-developed teenager to an extent which even made June not a little jealous. But if the anticipation was excruciating, so also was their fierce desire to get some good movies of Clarice misbehaving. She was the most gorgeous little piece of femininity and perfection they had run into in a long time, and any film footage they could get of her would sell like hotcakes, literally. Men always liked performers who were busty with long blonde hair, for some reason, and in addition there was the incentive of Clarice's healthy nubile youth, which was considerable.

At only thirteen-years old and 5'1, she was rounded and developed with curves that any eighteen-year old would have been proud of. Her large, jutting, gravity-defying breasts, which she carried somewhat uncomfortably given their enormous DD-cup size on her petite 95-lb. frame, were positively mouth-watering, to hear Peter tell it, and she knew that Miller wanted to lap them as well. In addition, the child had almost no waist, which then flared out into opulent hourglass hips just built for fucking. And then there were those long, long legs tapering into tiny ankles and feet. Clarice had been put together like a human aphrodisiac. No doubt she towered over her teacher in grammar school as well. She was probably the most striking thing her teachers had ever seen.

June sighed and sipped her highball. The entire affair had become all too frustrating. They hadn't had any of this delay and difficulty with their other conquests. It hadn't taken too long for most of them to fall for Miller, that rugged, demanding beast, or at the very least for her handsome husband Peter. And most of them had been teenagers as well, usually neighborhood girls of good background who they were eventually able to get liquored up enough so that they totally lost their heads and could be seduced readily into performing for Centralle Motion Pictures, Inc.

They, too, had had long hair of varying shades, and voluptuous physiques, which was why they had been chosen. The Evanik's customers liked especially well these pert and clean-cut, fresh-looking youngsters. Their innocent wholesomeness appeared to be more thrilling than the blatant sensuality of the average actress who was willing to do sex scenes for pay. Which was why she and Peter always went to the lengthy trouble of these elaborate seductions. Their customers paid more for girls of obvious gentility, virginity, purity, and refinement. Except that Clarice now had them stymied. Five months of plying her with bon-bons, long trips in their wire-wheeled custom-made Lamborghini car, flights in their private plane, pretty little gifts of bewildering variety and so on, nothing had served in the slightest to unbend the gorgeous voluptuous blonde teenager's legs from the way they crossed so elegantly over her golden, and no doubt virginal, pussy-slit. June could sigh indeed. They already had a lengthy investment in this luscious child of nature. It was going to be difficult to write her off as a bad job. Money didn't grow on trees.

"Are you ready out there?" came Peter's deep voice from in back of their private motion picture screen, which had descended smoothly and silently from its hidden recess in the ceiling of the Evanik's living room.

"We are lover," June called back. "Fire away."

"Here we go."

Suddenly the sound came up at the same time as the picture, the house lights dimmed, and they were looking at the opening reel of "Straw Dogs."

The Evaniks had their own motion picture facilities at home, of course, and quite elaborate ones they were. They were also a means of impressing young teens, for they always showed the latest Hollywood films as well, often before these were showing in legitimate movie houses. Most of them were pirated jobs, but the innocent young girls who made it a point to visit the Evaniks didn't know this. They just assumed that the Evaniks were impossibly rich and influential, and that all the big studios sent them prints of their films as a matter of course. Clarice sat back, her legs still sweetly crossed. Her long blonde hair had fluffed in back of the couch she was sitting on. There was no denying she was impressed by the Evaniks. In the five months since her widowed mother and herself had moved to Kenilworth, intent on putting out of their minds the unfortunate demise of her adored father, the Evaniks had gone out of their way to help them forget. They took her mother and herself on little shopping trips, and sent them presents, took them out to dinner, and so on. They were the most generous people Clarice had ever known. June Evanik squeezed her slender smooth hand and Clarice blushed. In recent months Mrs. Evanik had been more of a mother to her than her own mother almost, and the amount of time the Evaniks seemed to spend on her was really amazing. She had never known people could be so sweet and thoughtful, and without any consideration for themselves. Mr. Evanik had even offered her a chance to take the controls of his private plane, although, of course, she had refused. What a great deal of money they must have to be able to afford such gestures! And the way they were always talking about their vacations in Bermuda, Rio de Janeiro, Sun Valley, Mallorca, St. Moritz, Paris, Monte Carlo, the French Riviera, Hollywood, Palm Beach, and the Far East! Apparently they had the money to be able to afford to go anywhere and do anything. She didn't suppose that she would ever be that rich. Her father's insurance had left just enough to leave them comfortably well off, and when her mother had sold their house in Sarcheylles (her big old house, with the big playroom and nursery she had grown up in, and which she loved so well) they had bought their smaller, but more luxurious, bungalow down the street from the Evaniks, shaded by tall oaks and with an immense backyard perfect for sunning. It was just such a sunny day when they had first run into the Evaniks, who had come walking through the alley with Miller on a leash, and then stopped to say hello and have some idle chatter.

Clarice had been impressed with them from the very first. Peter Evanik had seemed so impossibly urbane and worldly, with his wavy black hair and the handmade pipe he was forever lighting. He dressed with rugged lavishness, expensively, so that he looked not so much the workman as the wealthy outdoors man. He used a great deal of leather and suede in his apparel, and it was always finely cut and usually brand new. Everything he wore looked custom made just for him, from the belted Austrian hunting jackets to his Charles III buckled boots. He was mature, worldly, sophisticated. June Evanik was a lucky woman. Their wealth, while obvious, was always in good taste in a similar vein. In addition to their white Cadillac convertible they also kept the classic Lamborghini, a Rolls-Royce, and a battered old Ford SUV. While Mrs. Evanik, in addition to her minks, also wore leopard and silver fox with some frequency. Her clothes were beautiful and in good taste. Everything seemed to be an original from somewhere or other, or ready-made from Saks or Nordstrom's. "Oh, just some little thing Christian Dior made up for me, darling," June Evanik would say casually. "He's such a dear."

Now as she sat on the couch in front of the movie screen, Mrs. Evanik's hand slipped casually out of hers and rested just as casually on Clarice's full firm thigh. Clarice didn't mind. June was like a secondary mother to her, or a fairy aunt. And she was a perfectly normal girl in that her primitive, vague and immature yearnings were oriented only towards the male sex. At the tender age of thirteen, while of womanly proportions already, Clarice still knew nothing at all of lesbianism, and scarcely much more about ordinary sex. The innocent young girl glanced across at Peter Evanik, who was sitting sidewise across from them, on the other long black leather couch, apparently deep in thought, his usual urbane and distant self as the motion pictured droned on. But why had they picked her upon which to lavish all this attention and praise? June Evanik was constantly buying her some little thing; her mother didn't seem to mind. Perhaps it was all due to the fact that the Evaniks had no children of their own. But that didn't seem quite right, either. June Evanik was certainly young enough to have children, even though she was too svelte and sophisticated to seem exactly the motherly type. And with a gorgeous statuesque figure like hers, Clarice imagined that her husband probably found no end of excuse to do with her what it was that men did with women for the purpose of impregnating them. She certainly could not believe that the Evaniks were anything less than normal. Mr. Evanik's virility was a palpable flavor in the air, while June had an aura of such worldly sensuality that Clarice only hoped that some day she could equal that masterful air of feminine confidence which suffused everything June did. If only.

"Look at this," Peter whispered across to them. Miller stepped over to Clarice and laid his furry snout in her lap, gazing up at her with what appeared to be adoring eyes. It was not in her youthful innocence to perceive any sensuality in the handsome brute's face. Miller was, after all, just a dog. "Terrific," Peter muttered.

Clarice blinked and she struggled to focus. As usual, the surroundings in the Evanik's enormous den were so restful that she had quite drifted off with her pubescent daydreaming. She realized now that she had been paying scarcely any attention at all to the movie, although it appeared to be an interesting one. The mood of decor in the Evanik's library-den as usual, had tended to act as a mild soporific on her teenaged sensibilities. The ancient prints on the walls, the long hanging red tapestries, the abundance of leather, wood, and fine Mediterranean tooling workmanship in everything, from mantel piece to chair arm to carpeting to bookcase, the high covered windows, everything gave one a feeling of having settled into a warmish, quiet cocoon conducive to thoughtful meditation. Then the incense that the Evaniks were so fond of lighting was another factor. She invariably found herself becoming slow and lazy in this room, in particular when they showed films. Her mind just seemed to drift off. But now Mr. Evanik's verbal notations had served to waken her observation, and what she observed was more than she bargained for. The sort of films the Evaniks usually showed her were Disney sort of things, with the occasional violent western thrown in for good measure. They had never shown her anything even the most wee bit sexy. And yet she realized now that what she was seeing in The Morning After had some very strong sexual overtones. In particular where the young man's wife, the American man's wife, appears at the window with her healthy young breasts showing, before the trio of workmen working on the garage roof of her husband's new house. What Mr. Evanik was now pointing out was apparently a rape scene, for the big blond man was in the American's house while he was away, and he was slapping his pretty blonde wife and making her take her clothes off.

Clarice started as she realized what was happening to herself right here in this room. Mrs. Evanik was gently stroking her skirted thigh with her thumb, and Miller had nuzzled his nose deeply in her lap, almost brushing her panty-covered loins, but she didn't notice any of that. What really set her mind and her loins aglow was the realization that the big young man in the film had actually put his penis into the beautiful blonde young housewife! Clarice gasped and put her hand to her sultry red mouth. She couldn't really believe this was happening, before her very eyes! For the pretty housewife, the nipples of her breasts showing in the most blatant way, seemed actually to be undergoing sex as the handsome man stuffed his long thick thing up inside of her belly, working it around with agonizing slowness. And a few seconds later, when the housewife obviously came, it was the most intoxicating experience Clarice had ever witnessed in her entire young life!

"She seemed to enjoy that, didn't she?" June asked silkily, her voice a soft essence wafted against Clarice's shell-like smooth ear.

"Well, I -" stammered Clarice, unable to know what to say, at a total loss. She had never before ever actually seen anyone having sex. Her loins seemed to be full of butterflies. The man in the film had obviously made love to the beautiful blonde housewife in the film, and clearly she had enjoyed it.

"Don't be pushy, Dom," came Peter Evanik's understanding baritone from the other couch. "After all, Clarice's only thirteen-years old. She's just a child."

Exactly the sort of statement calculated to put any teenager on the defensive and eager to prove that she could be as sexy as any grown woman.

Clarice rose to the bait. Smarting under Mr. Evanik's patronizing tone, she instinctively sat up straighter in order to thrust out her proudly uplifted breasts. Her long blonde curls danced in back of her shoulders. "I am not such a child as all that, Mr. Evanik," she insisted through her sensuously pouting lips. "I know all about sex, you know."

Evanik could not repress a faint little smirk at their pretty prey's behavior. "From biology books in school, no doubt," he said wryly, clinking his ice around in his highball glass as he goaded her still further. "And I thought we agreed that you would call me Peter, Clarice."

"Peter, then," she stammered, flustered. "Well, no, not from biology books, that is."

"Where then, dear?" asked June, pressing her hand affectionately around Clarice's.

"Well, I, that is... the girls at school... my mother... oohhhhh ..." Her voice trailed off as she focused again on the sexual action on the screen. Something had happened! A second man had appeared with a knife and had forced the first man to force the housewife to submit to something else. It appeared as if the second man was doing something behind her. But what? It was all so confused. She wasn't sure if she could make out anything very clearly, really.

"Looks like he's sodomizing her," Peter Evanik said casually.

"He's what?" Clarice asked, mystified.

"Sodomizing her, darling," said June, pressing her hand warmly again. "That's a form of sex, probably the most satisfying there is."

Clarice's eyes screwed up. How did they get to talking about sex all of a sudden? Even though the Evaniks spoke with easy authority, she had the subtle feeling that something was not quite right in their conversation. And as for this sodomizing business, if that was the best sex, how come she hadn't heard anything about it? Her mother certainly hadn't said anything about it. That scene was quickly over and then her embarrassed confusion subsided again. Everything returned to normal. The warmish feeling in her loins gradually pulled back like a receding wave from a tropical shore. There was in the remainder of the film some really grisly violence of fairly standard American variety, but none of it especially disturbed her. Then she looked at the lovely platinum watch the Evaniks had given her and exclaimed about the time. She had promised her mother that she would be home early. She said a hurried but pleasant good night to the Evaniks and then rushed off into the darkness of the evening.



"That little cunt has cost us a fortune," said Peter when she had gone, his voice thick with disgust as he scratched Miller's ears.

"I'll say," agreed June, putting out her cigarette in the nearest ashtray. Then she began undoing the belt on her robe until it opened fully, revealing the sumptuous pears of her high, ripe breasts, the molten white belly beneath with its soft nest of auburn pussy hair, and the long slender columns of her legs. She lay back on the couch and spread her legs open lazily. The big German Shepherd didn't need any further cue than that. He left his master and hurried across the carpet to burrow his nose into his mistress' warmly scented pussy. June sighed and ran her fingers over the handsome dog's sleek furry head. In another moment the well-trained show dog's tongue had lanced out and speared into the quivering pink flesh of her cuntal lips, sending a surge of fire burning through her loins and upward into the rest of her wantonly excited body right to the very ends of her hair.

"Spent a fortune on that fucking tail," Peter muttered unhappily again, his voice slurring this time. He finished a spare drink on the coffee table, then got up and went over to the bamboo-and-leopard skin bar to mix himself another.

June's eyes turned dreamy as the big German Shepherd's thick red tongue began twisting in and out of her cunt like a corkscrew. "Maybe we should use our more extreme procedure, lover," she croaked, her eyes fluttering with passion.

"We don't dare," said Peter, corking a bottle and shaking his head. "She's only thirteen-years old. Any seduction has to be of her own accord. She has to come to us with her eyes wide open. She has to seduce herself. Any other course would be strictly suicide."

"In that case, it's time to leave it with Miller, lover."

"Probably." Peter Evanik looked over at the powerful dog whose tongue was dredging his wife's wetly surging pussy like a steam shovel excavating Roman finds. Miller was always the court of last resort; and he had never failed them yet.

Still, though, this was a tricky one. A thirteen-year old gorgeous blonde of total innocence. A real challenge! He couldn't remember when before they had encountered such striking blonde wholesomeness. He wanted to see her long, satiny blonde hair cascading over a pillow to form a cushion for her pretty head as he moved upward through her widespread thighs with his warmly pulsing cock working slowly through the moist tendrils and wetly sucking lips of her young virginal cunt, fucking the shit out of the sweet little bitch; he coughed at the thought. Clarice Hewitt had the body of a lush young Venus, and it had been all Peter could do to control his hands in the months they had known her. Fortunately his head had ruled his heart. Finesse always proved the most potent master in the end; and it was lasting. Rape seductions occasionally worked out, but there was always the danger that they might not. Particularly with one so young, where the aspect of painful entrance might assume sizable proportions.

He closed his eyes, considering her lushly ripened breasts whose rose- tipped nipples appeared so prominent even through her brassiere and sweater combined. The child had a slender, girlish waist, luscious round hips, a flat, smooth stomach and long, supple thighs. Her breathtakingly curved calves tapered down into thin, well-formed ankles. And over all of that, her wealth of shining blonde hair. Just one reel of her being taken from behind by Miller could make a fortune for them. And if that fiercely kissable, sultry young mouth could ever be coaxed into wrapping itself around the dog's enormous pulsating cock! Clarice had an almost classical, tiny Greek nose, with a lower lip that protruded in an almost perpetual little- girl pout, a round dimpled chin, and a soft, slightly tanned ivory complexion. To see that pretty young face energetically sucking on Miller's pulsing, richly-veined penis would be a treat no reasonable buyer could refuse. They had to get her at all cost! Downing his drink swiftly, he went to the secret panel on the wall of the library, where he pressed a button and a hidden videotape camera came sliding into view from one corner of the ceiling. It hissed and clicked as it focused on Miller's lavish oral attention he was giving to his lovely auburn-haired mistress June, who was already hurtling through her first orgasm of the evening with a gurgling cry of delight that made the heavy drapes on the high windows of the library seem to tremble.



Three houses down on Pleasant Valley from the Evaniks, the cute teenager had already dozed pleasantly off on the two-seater sofa in her bedroom, her long legs curled up underneath her. She had meant to take a nice hot bath before retiring, but she had gotten so caught up in her third re-reading of Jane Austen's Wuthering Heights, which she thought was the most romantic novel ever written, next to Little Women, that she had quite dozed off. This was not so uncommon; she frequently fell asleep reading some nice romantic story, though usually only in bed.

But now she had suddenly bolted upright to a sitting position. She had been awakened by a noise from down the hall. It sounded like the muffled squeal of some animal being put to slaughter. At first she had heard it as merely a part of her dream, but when it had come again, more forcefully, it had jarred her into alertness. Something was wrong in her mother's room, she was sure of it. Other muffled sounds were echoing through the thick wall also. Sounds that were not familiar to her, but which seemed to be cries of terror and pleading. She looked at her watch. It was still early. She had probably not been asleep very long, even though it had seemed so. She got up groggily from the sofa and drifted over to the bed, trying to analyze the nature of what she was hearing. She didn't want to make a fool of herself if nothing was wrong. Perhaps her mother merely had the television on too loud. Or it could be that she had gone to sleep early and was having a nightmare herself. There was silence then for a long moment, and then another sound, this time of movement. It sounded as though something were being thrown bodily onto a squeaking bed. She could not be certain, of course. Her mother's bedroom was separated from her own by the main bathroom. Not switching on the lamp, she made her way through the darkness to the door, pressing her ear tightly against it in order to listen better. There was the unmistakable sound of a heavy, dragging movement somewhere. She thought also she could hear whimpering but it was impossible to tell for sure. She hesitated for a moment, not sure just what to do. Certainly if something were drastically wrong, her mother would scream. She would certainly hear that, if she did. She listened intently, waiting silently, her hand frozen on the doorknob. There was a long low moan coming softly discernible from the other side now. This convinced her! Her mother might be ill and unable to move for some reason. She hadn't been feeling too well earlier on, and it might even be serious. She had been quite distraught when father had died, and not quite right since. Perhaps Clarice should take just a quick look quietly so as not to disturb her if she were merely having a bad dream.

The apprehensive young blonde stepped into the bathroom between their rooms, and then slipped quietly across the tiles to the door to her mother's bedroom. Silently, she turned the doorknob and opened the door just a crack. She scanned the room, her eyes adjusting to the dim glow of the bed lamp. Her heart leaped in her throat! For there, on the bed, was her mother, Dana Hewitt, her long black hair streaming, her naked body churning passionately underneath, with a man on top of her! He was obviously trying to rape her! The man had her pinned to the bed and had forced her legs open with his own muscular thighs. Clarice felt frozen to the floor. She almost let out a scream but choked it back with the palm of her hand. It was unbelievable! She started to shake uncontrollably, then bit down hard on her hand to keep from crying out. She was shaking too hard to close the door and just stood there helplessly trying to regain her composure. What should she do? She knew it would do no good for her to attempt to intervene. And then she might get raped as well. Or worse! He might kill them both. But at the same time she couldn't seem to tear herself away from the fiercely lascivious scene. Her own mother! Being fucked! A man had his penis inside her! It was ghastly, but at the same time heart-stopping and intoxicating as well. Clarice had only a minimal knowledge of what sex was all about, despite her premature development, and her curiosity was stronger than her terror in finding her mother was being violated. So she watched horrified and thrilled all put together, unable to move, as her naked mother struggled beneath the twilight-shrouded man on the bed. Clarice had a good view of them, although she could not see who the man was except that he was naked and wearing only a pair of socks. By now her mother had her ankles locked tightly around the man's hairy thighs as he moved up inside her. Clarice's breath caught and her nostrils flared as she watched them, her loins suffusing with a warmish kind of sweetness. The man's body rose and fell powerfully between her mother's long white legs, pinning them even wider apart on each punishing in-stroke. Now Clarice could make out his wetly glistening penis as it moved rhythmically in and out of her mother's splayed cuntal lips, gobbling it into her as if it were candy, then clinging to the thick base as it slid out on the upward stroke. God, it was immense! Its size would make a horse jealous. Clarice had never seen a man naked like this before, not even her father. How on earth could a female take such a huge thing up inside her belly? She didn't see how her mother kept it from splitting her open.

For a moment the man's penis lay quiet, like a great log, along the visibly pulsing pussy, the two great testicles hanging down wickedly from its hairy base. The trembling young girl could see the long foreskin slipping back over the pulsating purplish tip as it slid down along her mother's widespread buttocks, the blood-engorged head bursting forth again like some primeval monster crawling seductively from its lair. And then the long thick cock slid smoothly forward again, its entire wet length again being devoured hungrily by the voracious lips of her mother's cunt. Clarice stood transfixed, her golden hair practically standing on end, unable to take her eyes off the lewd spectacle in front of her. She could not understand why her mother had stopped struggling underneath this brutal monster. Now there seemed to be a continual flow of deeply felt incoherent moans from her moistly parted lips. Her naked body seemed to be churning in an altogether different manner now. It was almost as if her mother actually wanted that enormous penis to be sawing in and out of her. Clarice found herself breathing more rapidly in a growing excitement. She could see clearly the exposed hairy pussy between her mother's trembling thighs. The narrow red slit glistened wetly in the dim light, and she could make out the puffy lips of the cunt that seemed even from this distance to be stretched so cruelly apart by that lust-thickened shaft of flesh. Even as the thirteen-year old girl watched, it contracted, opened, and closed like the mouth of a gasping fish out of the water. The man's hand reached down between them on one outstroke, grasping his long hard instrument, and raised his buttocks high in the air, pulling out until only its bulbous head remained within me sucking mouth of her mother's feverishly churning cunt. Clarice watched and listened horrified as the muscles of his powerful asscheeks tensed, and then he drove into her whimpering mother again brutally, sinking his heavily veined shaft all the way into her wet gaping channel until only a brief stretch of it showed, moist and glistening, jutting out from his hairy balls. Clarice winced as her mother's unearthly wailing cry came like the scream of a wounded animal, her toes curling up in what Clarice felt certain must be some terrible agony. Now the two nakedly entwined fingers on the bed seemed to be locked in a stillness more mobile than motion. Clarice's heart pounded like a jackhammer until she was certain everyone on Pleasant Valley could hear it. She pressed a fist tightly into her budding young breasts as if to dull that thudding sound in her ears. Gradually the male began a slow rocking motion over her lewdly impaled and moaning mother. He withdrew slightly, the thick fleshy penis sliding out for several inches, then thrust forward again, grinding his hips in order to move it around inside of her tightly clasping pussy. Then he withdrew again until the pulsing cockhead could be seen by the hypnotized blonde teenager. Her mouth dropped open in disbelief as her mother's long full legs wrapped sinuously, almost affectionately, around his naked buttocks, squirming in togetherness under him, her heels firming snugly into the cheeks of his buttocks as if she were straining to pull him even deeper inside of her. The cords on the insides of her thighs flexed as she pushed her hairy pussy back up over his moistly glistening penis. Her hollowing buttocks lifted several inches off the bed as she struggled upward, desperately trying to absorb the entirety of the long thick cock back into the fleshy pink folds of her hungry cunt and a wet viscous sound drifted through the room each time her pussy slithered up its full length like a cat climbing a tree trunk. Her flexing buttocks began a rhythmic beat up and down his heavily ridged manhood, and his swaying testicles slapped in time against the puckering little ass below.

Clarice gasped, for suddenly her mother began mouthing obscenities as well, saying words she had never even dreamed her mother knew, the sort of words only "bad" girls used at school. There was no question in her mind that if she had ever used such words before her mother, she would have been soundly spanked, yet now, there she was, her own beautiful, long-haired brunette mother, leading light of the PTA, the Junior Women's League, and the First Episcopalian Church of Sarcheylles, thrashing lewdly in the throes of obscene passion beneath this man, uttering words of such ardent filth that Clarice wanted to put her hands over her ears against them. Those were forbidden words that brought a guilty tingling glow into the pulsing center up between the thirteen-year old's legs. They drummed incessantly into the watching girl's mind, who stood unable to move as if she had been turned to stone. Was this the quiet, reserved Dana Hewitt who was her mother, the aloof widow who was such a tower of strength to all who knew her? God, if her mother could be driven into such insane submission to a man she had fought so strenuously only moments before, then maybe it could happen to anyone! Maybe even to her, Clarice Hewitt. The bosomy blonde teenager felt a slight electric tingle of excitement dart from wall-to-wall within her palpitating little cunt. Now she watched thunderstruck as again the man's hand curled beneath Dana's nakedly pumping buttocks and the tip of his outstretched middle finger circled tantalizingly the rubbery ring of the tight little ass. It played there for a long teasing moment that brought another tortured groan from the lewdly twisting body beneath him as his finger slipped through the protective fleshy ring and disappeared up inside her rectum. Mrs. Hewitt's legs kicked out again and there was another tortured wail with her toes curling up tightly. Then her legs locked over his body again, and her buttocks began pumping savagely over both invaders. Clarice was trembling violently and biting her fist to keep from screaming. Was her mother experiencing terrible pain or terrible joy? It was impossible to tell. Her helpless ears were literally drenched with their sounds of depravity. And then the squeak of bedsprings, the moans and groans and huffing hard breathing, the portrait of tangle limbs, all combined to ignite smoldering sparks in that most sensitive of flesh up between her own legs. By now the itch was driving her frantic as much as anything else. She clamped her legs tightly together to try to choke off that bursting fire. As if in a dream, her hands began involuntarily to massage the straining softness of her budding young breasts, trapping the trembling nipples between her fingers, kneading and pulling at them until it felt as though she would rip them loose from the full quivering mounds. She groaned and found her fingers pressing tightly into her vaginal mound and drumming at her clitoris, trying to rub away the terrible sensation of need that was raging out of control.

Her long trembling legs scissored open, one foot just sort of dangling as she supported herself against the doorjamb. She could feel her own hair-lined little pussy slit now moistly palpitating against the tips of her fingers which drew the narrow furrow open, exposing the lips of her pulsating cunt to the warmish, musky air of the room. With a groan, she sunk her outstretched middle finger deep into the warmly pulsing mouth of her pussy. The trembling thirteen-year old held her breath, relieved momentarily, but the moment of relief was brief. For now the fire seemed to burn all the more intensely, demanding more to feed its obscene hunger. She inserted another finger, then slid, gasping to the cold tile floor of the bathroom. After a second, she drew her knees up into a kneeling position, with her firm young buttocks high in the air. The squeak of bedsprings became more violent, and she crammed her fingers into the slippery moistness of her pussy with a little cry of abandon and in rhythm with the couple fucking so savagely on her mother's bed. The picture of their lewdly locked bodies drove the cute young blonde on, and she rocked back on her knees, screwing her fingers deeper and deeper into her tightly clasping pussy. She could see the man's huge thick cock fucking in and out of her mother's ardently clasping cunt, sinking through the soft pussy hair like a greased telephone pole. The aroused teenager's fingers became that pole, and her gasps began to match theirs. She wanted, absurdly, everything her mother was getting, as immature as she was. Her body was confessing it, betraying her. She wanted to be split too, wanted to be fucked, wanted a cum-bloated penis pumping into her own hot searing passage. Her fingers were nothing compared to that enormous thick member that was being rammed in and out of her mother. She had to have more, but there was nothing, nothing but her own fingers. She reached up over her nakedly thrashing buttocks with her free hand, searching the tight crevice for she knew not what. The fingers on her asscheeks seemed to be magnetized as her mind flashed pictures of how the man had stuffed his finger into her mother's rectal passage... and of how the older woman seemed to be enjoying it immensely. She found her puckered little anal hole. Quickly, the young blonde girl rammed one finger up into the tiny opening between her moon-shaped buttocks, gasping as in her haste a fingernail dug into the soft fleshy walls, sending a sharp jolt of pain through her wantonly quivering thirteen-year old body. She stilled for a moment, then took up the lewd rhythm of the couple on the bed, her buttocks lifting high off the floor as her long legs braced themselves, she writhed and groaned in frustration, and ultimately turned over onto her knees, trying to find a more comfortable position. Now her ripe young breasts were scraping against the floor, her nipples brushing tantalizingly against the cool tile. Her long blonde hair wafted away on all sides of her voluptuous body, falling eventually in a golden pile on the bathroom floor. Wildly erotic tingles of lewd pleasure raced through her inflamed loins as she pictured herself under the nameless pounding body with the socks. Then her face colored crimson as she felt her own orgasm coming, coming with a great roar. She hung for an insane, sexy moment teetering on the edge of the first climax she'd ever experienced, and then her entire sensually aroused body convulsed as her liquid passion gushed from around her thrusting fingers, covering her hand and wrist, and dripping down onto the tiles below. She could feel it running in slick rivulets down the inside of her quivering thighs to her bended knees. As her teeth chattered through her shattering climax, she was greeted by a sobbing shriek and a low male groan from the direction of her mother's bed as the writhing joined couple answered her orgasm with one of their own. Then there was complete silence except for the gasping, panting breathing of the three of them. Clarice stayed on her hands and knees for awhile, sobbing silently. Her buttocks still swaying in the musky air. She couldn't bring herself to take her hand away from her glowing young cunt until the last dying throbs of climax had been stilled. It seemed eons before her fingers finally slithered wetly from her satiated vaginal opening, and she rolled over onto her side, clutching her burning breasts, a terrible feeling of guilt suffusing her entire trembling being.

She looked up towards her mother's distant bed. It seemed as if the couple there were now hurtling towards a second orgasm. Clarice could see the muscles cording up on her mother's inner thighs as she struggled like a crazed nymphomaniac to get the man deeper inside of her. His hands cupped her naked white buttocks with savage strength that cut red lines into the smooth, wildly undulating mounds; he squeezed her rounded asscheeks tightly together, forcing her pussy more snugly around the thickness of his thrusting male hardness. Clarice could see the thin, ragged edges of her mother's wet sucking pussy clasping it tightly like the ovaled mouth of a hungry child around the last banana in the world as it moved in and out of her belly. Her mother's buttocks were grinding faster now, and her groans and mewls of animal pleasure had escalated dramatically as the glazed eyes of her voluptuous blonde daughter remained glued hypnotically to the lewd coupling on the bed. Mrs. Hewitt's wild, demonic upward thrusts were met with equal fury by the stranger's pelvis, which drove her even more deeply into the mattress with each mighty surge, the loud slaps of belly against belly resounding like thunder claps

Clarice held her breath as she watched her mother being fucked with increasing viciousness. And then there was a low, unearthly gurgle from her mother's throat, and her buttocks began a series of small, spasmodic jerks up tight against the penis that was sunk so deeply inside her churning white belly. "Aaaggghhh. Ah... oh... awweeee... I'm cumming!" Clarice's mother wailed.

At the same time the man groaned again above her, grinding hard into her wantonly writhing cunt, his thick fleshy rod beginning to spurt again its white milky cum deep up inside her belly. The creamy rich fluid filled her vaginal passage before cascading out around the stretched pink lips of her cunt. Clarice watched breathlessly as a tiny white stream of it ran down the wide split crevice of her buttocks to drop on the mattress below. And then the couple seemed to expire into a long, drawn-out sigh, lying very still although still joined. For a long time nothing seemed to happen, and then at last the man rolled off of the older woman and got up, going over to some clothes that were slung over a chair.

"I've got to go, Mrs. Hewitt," came the boyish tenor, "or my mother will give me hell. I'm supposed to be playing basketball at St. Prepsis."

Clarice started, her eyes wide. Oh no! No! She could swear that the "man" was Carl Stoaks, the fourteen-year old boy from next door! But could it be? She watched his huge limp penis dangling as he got into his clothes. With the two of them on the bed, it was impossible exactly to tell just what the size of the boy was. Carl was certainly much shorter than her statuesque mother, although he was quite stout for his age. But could that be his enormous penis, swinging so seductively like an Arabian scimitar? My god, it hung almost to his knees!

Her mother got up from the bed, wrapping a robe around her lushly proportioned body, a lazy smile on her lovely face. "And how much do you want this time, you wonderful brute?" she asked.

Carl Stoaks grinned. She was certain it was him now. "Ten dollars," he said with a smirk.

Clarice watched unbelievingly as her mother went to her purse on the vanity, took out a roll of bills and handed it to him. "There's fifteen," she said, and then she put her arms around the boy and kissed him, obviously working her tongue around inside his cheeks. When the kiss broke, she whispered, "You're sure you wouldn't like me to suck your cock, darling?" and reached down to stroke the thick bulge in his jeans.

Carl shook his head. "No thanks, Mrs. Hewitt. I'd like to, but my mother will kill me if I'm late. No fooling! Maybe next time." And then he picked up his jacket and went for the door.

Her mother tailed after him, grabbing him one more time before he could get away, by the neck this time. "You do respect me, don't you, darling?" she asked.

"Sure, sure I do, Mrs. Hewitt. You know I do. Now come on, I've really got to get going. My mother will kill me."

The older woman shrugged. "All right," she said, letting him out into the corridor, and then as an afterthought, whispered, "But use the back stairs. My daughter's asleep. Good night, dear."

Crawling through the darkness on all fours, slinking across the floor like the snake she felt like, Clarice finally managed to make it back to her own bedroom. She flopped down into her bed with tears of uncertainty rolling down her cheeks like beads of glass. The troubled young girl was almost glad that her father wasn't alive; for she knew now that her mother had been carrying on like this even before he died. She could remember how the older woman had often stayed out late in the evening during his lengthy illness, pleading PTA, or other charitable work. Well, she certainly seemed to be practicing charity now, thought Clarice, choking on her futile tears. How could she ever face her mother again, after what she had witnessed? And after what she had done with herself while she witnessed it? How could she look at her mother in the morning over their usual breakfast together? But what could she do? Where could she go? She was too young by far to run away from home. Peter and June Evanik were her only real friends. She resolved to see as much of them as possible from now on. They were understanding, worldly people, and would make good substitute parents... she could trust them!



In the weeks that followed, the Evaniks were quite pleased to find Clarice visiting them with increasing frequency. Often she stopped by on her way home from school, then lingered over a glass of soda pop and some ice cream for the longest time. In the evenings she would come by again and they would watch TV, films or play scrabble or go to drive- ins for milk shakes.

Several times they took her ice skating at the big rink in Springfield, and despite her voluptuousness Clarice proved to be surprisingly graceful on the ice. In the short-short skating skirt her gorgeous long, muscular legs were shown off to exciting advantage, and her long blonde hair swirled gorgeously on every turn. Peter Evanik could barely wait to sink his teeth into her. His favorite game, however, was taking Clarice downstairs to shoot pool in their game room. For when she leaned over the billiards table he was often afforded an intoxicating viewing of her massively swelling young breasts as they swayed within her clinging tight sweaters. When she was around, his mouth was continually watering and his nostrils flaring. Not that he wasn't prepared to let his own sexual interests take a back seat to the economic concerns of Centralle Motion Pictures, Inc. Consequently it was eventually decided between himself and June that the time had become ripe and that they could afford to wait no longer. Clarice was frequently affectionate, giving both of them hugs and kisses on the check before going home, and she had also taken quite a fancy to Miller, their powerful German Shepherd. All they needed was to time her initiation properly and they felt sure that there would be no fuss whatever. But the timing was, nonetheless, important. They decided, finally, to pursue her in a manner that had been successful with numerous other reluctant conquests. A combination of preying on her immaturity and the natural wish of every over-developed teenager to appear older than her years, and sophisticated, and the use of drugs and lewd motion pictures as well. Eventually she would become so aroused that she would no longer be able to control herself. At least, that was the plan.

Meanwhile the virginal golden Clarice suspected nothing. She felt affectionate towards the Evaniks, and she dearly loved Miller, but she hadn't even fingered again since the evil night she had caught her mother with Carl Stoaks... not that the thirteen-year old hadn't been tempted! She had resolved that she would struggle to retain her purity in order to counterbalance her mother's fall from grace. The Hewitt family of Pleasant Valley would at least have her balancing it in a world that was too evil to survive much longer. By visiting the Evaniks frequently, she seemed to acquire some of their strength of personality. They were so good, if worldly, that she came to believe that she could rely upon their judgment utterly. Surely they hadn't become so rich by not having any sense. So she studied everything June Evanik did, and Peter Evanik, too. She wanted to be just like them. Her mother she merely tolerated. The chasm between then widened daily. It was this innocent trust that prevented Clarice from developing any inkling or suspicion of what fate the Evaniks really had in mind for her. As a result, she accepted with alacrity when they suggested one evening that she spend the weekend at their house. They had plenty of room, and they did have such fun together. It would be lovely fun. Her mother agreed with what Clarice considered to be uncharacteristic alacrity, and the young girl readied herself. She got a little bag of her things and toilet articles together, and went over to the Evaniks almost immediately after coming home from school on Friday. The afternoon seemed to go along in a relatively mild, innocuous fashion. At dinner they explained to her that they were celebrating Peter's birthday with champagne.

Clarice had never drunk champagne before, nor for that matter any alcoholic beverage, but she didn't want to offend her two good friends, and in particular she didn't want to seem childish and immature. For if she refused to drink she knew they would seize upon that to make light fun of her in a good-natured way, and she didn't want that. She wanted to live up to their sophisticated company in every way. So she drank. And the bubbles went right to her head, making her cough and sputter. What a good laugh they all had over that. And then Peter offered her the cigarette.

It appeared to be no more unusual than any other cigarette, set in white paper with a gold lipstick end and some sort of filter. "Well, if you're old enough for champagne now," he laughed, "you're entitled to a first cigarette as well. Go on, it won't bite you."

"Oh, but I...."

June's face turned more stony than Clarice had ever seen it before. The older woman blew smoke out through her nose and looked at Clarice frightfully, and the pert teenager realized that the weekend could become very unpleasant if she was going to hold onto her childishness much longer. And anyway, who was it who had warned her of smoking? Her mother, whose opinion could scarcely count for anything now. So she allowed Mr. Evanik to light up the cigarette and she took a slow but even puff on it. To her surprise, she didn't even cough, and in fact the smoke, coming on the heels of the champagne, seemed to have quite a heady effect on her. With the second puff she began to feel very lightheaded indeed, and she was very much ready to retire to the living room when it was suggested. Another glass of champagne was put into her hand when she had finished the first, and although she didn't want to add to her escalating tipsiness, she couldn't bring herself to refuse. As she drank, she could hear the servants finishing off in the kitchen and dining room somewhere, and finally there was silence from that direction with a series of doors being slammed. The three of them were alone again in the big house. Miller nuzzled his furry snout against her party exposed thigh and her fingers played affectionately around her ears.

Peter Evanik had started the stereo, and, as they relaxed over their drinks and cigarettes, the most sensual music seemed to waft through the air of the living room-cum-library. By now the pungent sweetness of the smoke seemed to hang very heavy as well. It seemed to Clarice that the scent of that smoke was exceptionally similar to honey, but she was not experienced enough to know what that meant, or to distinguish it from ordinary smoke.

"Time for our evening movie," Peter whispered, and then he disappeared behind them and could be heard doing something in the projection room. In another moment the library's lights had dimmed, the screen had slid down from the ceiling, and white flashes were flickering across it as the film began. The room was perfectly quiet now except for the film running and the occasional deep inhalation and exhalation. Occasionally one of them coughed as well. And then there was a picture on the screen. The film showed a large bed in a bedroom with a small vanity to one side with a large mirror standing near it. While Clarice puzzled at this, her empty champagne glass was taken away and a full one substituted. She had lost all sense of proportion now and wasn't sure if it was Peter or June that had given her the glass. But it didn't matter! The cigarette made her thirsty and dreamy, and she poured the cool liquid down her throat greedily. It was nice to have someone looking after her the way the Evaniks did; she loved them as if they were her real parents now. A happy, relaxed feeling suffused her voluptuous young body and a soft smile of appreciation flooded her sensual face. On the screen, an innocent-looking young redhead had appeared by the bed. She could not have been over sixteen and was the most lovely thing Clarice had ever seen. She had a look of loneliness on her face that touched Clarice to the depths because she felt all alone too. She identified with this beautiful long-haired girl and concentrated on her completely. On the screen, the actress picked up a picture from the dressing table, looked longingly at it for a moment, then pressed it tenderly to the pear-shaped fullness of her proud young breasts outlined so clearly beneath the tight black dress she wore. Then she placed the framed photograph gently on her pillow and began to undress. In a close-up, Clarice saw that the picture was that of a handsome looking German Shepherd. Her beloved pet, no doubt. Meanwhile, the girl pulled her dress slowly upwards, exposing her muscular calves and full, thick thighs. The black of her long silk stockings, held in place by a tiny lace-trimmed pink garter belt, contrasted sharply with the creamy alabaster of her nakedly exposed flesh.

"What is this?" Clarice could hear her own voice saying groggily, but it sounded too unreal.

June patted her hand gently. "Ssssh, darling. Shhh."

The dress snaked its way over the girl's head and her magnificently- rounded torso emerged. Then her white brassiere fell to the floor with a flick of her fingers and the full grandeur and beauty of her firmly ripe breasts swung into view. They stood high and proud, accentuated by the lighting in the film. Their turgid little nipples stood out on the luscious half-spheres, peaking still higher as the girl raised her arms high up over her head, unpinning her long shining red hair and then releasing it to cascade softly down over her alluring shoulders. The girl was almost naked now, in just high unfashionable stiletto heels, long black hose and the thin wisp of sheer white panties. She turned and bent over slowly, her back to them; then she drew the silken panties tantalizingly down over her curved hips and buttocks, brushing them sensuously along her smooth thighs and calves, and finally discarding them at her feet by her dress. She stretched languidly and teasingly as she turned front-ward. All of her delicious nakedness was exposed now, from her high sumptuously rounded breasts to the soft chestnut triangle of her vaginal mound. Clarice shifted nervously as Peter sat down next to her with a fresh drink in his hand. June got up to get something in the darkness, and Miller left Clarice's lap and followed slavishly after her. The thirteen-year old blonde had certainly never expected anything like this, but the champagne and the cigarette had made her head so giddy that she couldn't think of any appropriate comment. And anyway she was still conscious of her desire to appear "adult" before the Evaniks. The girl in the motion picture lay back on the bed now; she had picked up the framed photograph of the German Shepherd and was looking at it longingly. Clarice gasped aloud as the actress free hand massaged her breasts in passionate circles, her fingers tweaking the rubber-eraser nipples into pulsing hardness. The girl's legs scissored open and closed slowly, exposing the thin teenaged slit of her pussy nestled so titillating inside the curly auburn hair up between her thighs. Her naked asscheeks twisted back against the mattress as though she were trying to bury herself in it. Sheer wanton desire was reflected in her hotly glowing eyes.

Clarice squirmed her own buttocks nervously, feeling the cushion of the sofa brush electrically against the soft swelling of her pulsing young pussy. Staring at this unexpected shock, her breath quickened and her nostrils flared wickedly. As she sipped breathlessly the last of her champagne, Mr. Evanik lit two more thin cigarettes and passed her one. Without thinking, Clarice inhaled deeply from hers until she began to cough, and then he took it away from her and passed her another full glass of champagne. She could feel an unfamiliar tingling in her loins expanding in size as she drank. Gradually, however, she could feel herself beginning to unwind and come free of her inhibitions. The heat and excitement of the motion picture had begun to stimulate the drugged blonde girl against her will. She squirmed down against the couch again, feeling the rounded edge of the cushion shoving her skirt and panties up tighter against her pelvic area. She rubbed herself gently against it, worming the cushion corner directly into her moistly pulsating cunt lips. Her aroused young body rocked on it then with an almost discernible rhythm, in unison with the girl in the film. She could feel the wetness spread between her thighs as she opened them slightly to gain greater contact with the cushion. The roughness brushed soothingly against her tiny, rising clitoris through the sheer panties.

She looked out of the corner of her eye at the Evaniks to make sure they hadn't noticed; apparently they hadn't. Mr. Evanik appeared to be dragging heavily on his cigarette, and his eyes seemed rather glazed. June was lying back on the chaise lounge with Miller nuzzling up between her legs as she stroked his furry ears. The older woman's evening gown had slipped up so that her sleek firm thighs were visible above the tops of her sheer nylon stockings. Even in this dim light Clarice could make out the white band of her panties. June seemed unaware of her almost indecent exposure. Her mouth was open with intoxicated rapture as Miller licked along her naked flesh and her dreamy glazed over eyes studied the action on the screen. Clarice leaned back against the couch, careful not to break contact with the edge of the cushion pressed so snugly into the heated wet crevice up between her fevered young thighs, and found Mr. Evanik's fatherly arm behind her, waiting. She relaxed against it with a pleasant, secured sigh and made no protest as Peter's hand came to rest casually on her budding left breast. It was wonderful to have real parents and a real father again, she thought. The Evaniks made all of life and every day exciting. The older man pushed the sweet-tasting cigarette between her lips, and she took a more careful drag on it than she had last time, so that she didn't cough at all, but, instead, felt rather like giggling. The rich, masculine scent of Peter's cologne filled her nostrils, making her loins squirm even more. It had a rich, heady, suggestive odor, and she snuggled backward into his arm unthinkingly.

Now the girl on the screen appeared to be writhing with uncontrollable lasciviousness on the big bed, as though she were being attacked by some unseen lover. She had placed the picture of the dog on the bedside table, and both her hands were running over her body as though out of control, her fingertips dancing over her taut little belly and coming to rest together at the V of her hairy loins. She groaned as her fingers contacted the moistly glistening slit up between her thighs, and pulled her knees up, her toes curling tightly into the mattress. Then she straightened her legs like two beautifully carved alabaster columns, letting them fall wide open to reveal the pink little furrow between. Her fingers moved into her fleshy vaginal lips and spread them apart slowly until the wet pinkness was fully visible surrounding the hungrily opening cuntal mouth. The half-moons of her rounded buttocks shone with sweat which ran down the crevice between her asscheeks. Her tiny ass nestled quietly, but invitingly beneath the swollen cuntal lips. Clarice gasped with disbelief as the girl slowly inserted her outstretched middle finger into her visibly pulsing pussy furrow, stroking the tiny bud-like clitoris to a quivering erectness. Mr. Evanik squeezed her breast tightly as if to reassure her, but, instead, this only made Clarice's breathing come faster. She was embarrassed and afraid to look at him. It was shameful of her, but his hand seemed only to be increasing the fluttering sensation of excitement in her loins. She was convinced she had inherited this evil from her mother. How could she ever look the wonderful and respectable Evaniks in the eye again? She had to get a hold on herself. She was now hypnotized into immobility as the sensuous movements of the naked young girl on the bed increased and her probing fingers worked themselves inside the pink flesh of her tight little cunt, slowly widening those seeping vaginal lips. A moment later, she slipped her index finger in alongside her middle one and began fucking them eagerly in and out of her stretched cuntal opening. Almost frantically, her legs jack-knifed backward until her knees pressed against her flattened breasts and her nakedly squirming asscheeks rose and fell in response to her thrusting fingers. The redheaded teenager's facial muscles contorted as she added another finger to the two already in her tight young cunt and, clenching her teeth, rammed all three into the hungry pink folds of pussy flesh. They disappeared with a loud sucking noise, and a soft purr of pleasure whispered from the girl's open throat. Clarice tensed with shock, her mouth gaping open in astonishment, and it was only Mr. Evanik's firm grip on her outsized young breasts that kept her fleeing from the room. She knew that she should leave right now, but, at the same time, she felt too weak to tear herself away.

Peter put the drugged cigarette between her lips again, and once more she drew on it deeply. Her feverishly pulsing loins and mind seemed to swim with vague, undefined warmish desires. She wanted to flee, but she wanted to stay, too. She wanted... oh, she didn't know what she wanted. Peter Evanik made her take another sip of champagne. It was difficult to be sure, but it seemed as if his hand had begun a gentle kneading of her pulsating breast. A passion of indefinable desire was raging out of control up between her legs, and she felt so strange that she wanted to rip off all her clothes... do something!

Abruptly, she realized she felt the same as the young girl in the film must feel. Up there, the other teenager on the screen now seemed to have become possessed. Her eyes and teeth were clenched tightly as she writhed in complete wantonness beneath her own fingers, fucking eagerly in and out of the wetly glistening hole up between her legs. The lewd, rapid rhythm drove grunts of pleasure and sighs of delight from deep in her constricted chest as her fingers sank into the tight pink opening, making moist sucking sounds when they withdrew, only to be thrust back in again and again. Her face was mottled as she strained for orgasm and she groaned with sexual frustration as her fingers plunged deeper and deeper into her teenaged little cunt. Her reddish chestnut hair lolled from side to side in a gorgeous mass beneath her straining face as she arched her back and buttocks up off the bed. Clarice's eyes widened dramatically and her awestruck mouth dropped open, her jaw helplessly slack. For, entering the film suddenly from one side of the screen was the most powerful-looking German shepherd she had ever seen in her life.



The girl in the motion picture screamed as she saw the dog, her eyes widening in terror. She tried to lower her legs and roll off the bed, but the enormous German Shepherd growled menacingly, and she froze with her fingers still deeply embedded within her dripping pussy, her thighs spread wide and her knees almost touching her large, up-thrusting young breasts.

"Rex!" she cried, her lower lip trembling. "You knew Miller is away, you bad dog! And you're his brother, too. You should be ashamed of yourself!"

But the huge dog made another guttural noise, and the helpless redheaded teenager quivered with fear. The dog's great panting head, its long red tongue lolling out mindlessly, was only moments above her defenseless upturned loins.

Clarice gasped as the gigantic animal bounded onto the bed. She grabbed Evanik's arm tightly, scarcely noticing the dig of his fingers into the softness of her quivering young breasts. The dog's ardent rush frightened her to death.

"Oh... no! Mr. Evanik," she breathed, "What's he going to do to the poor girl?"

"You'll see," her protector grinned. "You'll see, child. But don't be frightened. Because she's going to love it. You'll see! Rex is a well- trained dog, and he's always kind to little girls."

Clarice felt desperately that she ought to leave, but a shivering lassitude had swept through her trembling legs, and she was afraid that she would be unable to stand. At the same time, the sheer helplessness of the girl lying with fear beneath the ferociously snarling dog was fascinating for some reason understood only in the fiery pit of her belly. She felt a surge of emotion within her churning belly that was totally unlike any other feeling she had ever known before. It was as if her wetly pulsing pussy was full of butterflies. The lewd thought of this monstrous beast doing whatever he wanted to the naked, defenseless girl sent shivers of repulsive curiosity tingling electrically through her virginal thirteen-year old flesh, and goose pimples erupted all over on her ordinarily satiny skin. She took the fresh glass of champagne from Mr. Evanik and downed it with one nervous gulp. By now her fascination with the lewd scene before her was counter-pointed only by the dizziness which had begun to make the room swirl around her. She relaxed once more against Peter Evanik's arm, her eyes still glued to the increasingly obscene movie. She did not seem to notice, nor did she resist, as his hand moved underneath her sweater, then inside her tightly clasping white brassiere to cup the firm softness of her proud young breast. Nor did she say anything when she felt the surge of pleasure after he trapped one small nipple gently between thumb and forefinger. She understood vaguely what was happening, but she liked Mr. Evanik so much and trusted him, that it would have seemed unfriendly to protest. Anyway, June was there, so it must be all right. Besides, it felt so wonderful as her nipples stiffened and swelled under his caresses. The teenaged blond squirmed tighter down into the seat, deliberately pressing the cushion into her soaked cuntal crevice. Her lewd fascination with the adventure up on the screen held her as if in a hypnotic trance. Meanwhile, the cushion- rubbing was exciting the ultra-sensitive lips of her wet young pussy. She could feel tiny throbs pulsing in the bud of her teenaged clitoris, and she bit her lower lip hard in order to restrict the forbidden sensations that were pulsating so strongly up between her golden legs.

Now the giant German Shepherd on the screen had lowered his muzzle into the redheaded girl's cringing little pussy and was sniffing the fragrant pink flesh. His tail wagged and trembled as he became increasingly excited. Clarice's startled eyes alighted on the massive red penis that was issuing from the furry pouch between the dog's legs. She would never have dreamed that a dog's penis could be so enormous and so beautifully tapered to a sharp point; The teenager in the film moaned with terror as the cold nose made contact with her tiny tight ass. She tensed visibly and then the dog began licking wetly up and down the sweat-streaked crevice around it, his tongue-tip burrowing slightly into the outer fleshy anal ring. The redhead tried to squirm away, but the dog snarled menacingly again and began greedily lapping at the hair-lined pink slit up between her trembling thighs. He ran his tongue wetly the full length of it, from the tight-closed little pucker of her ass, up over the flushing fluted edges of her cunt and then over the erect little clitoris. His great tongue spread through the fleshy layers like a knife through soft butter. It flicked relentlessly between the girl's widespread legs, pausing sporadically to curl its way like a drill deep inside her glistening cuntal folds. The helpless girl thrashed and squirmed under this bestial lapping of her churning loins, and then low moans of obscene pleasure began issuing in an endless stream from her lust- contorted lips. Clarice shuddered from the sexual stimulation she was receiving through every pore in her sensually awakening young body. The pull of the forbidden and the illicit was very strong, stronger than her undeveloped mental will. She gasped at the change coming over the writhing young girl on the bed. Her frightened sobs had changed to soft mews of involuntary pleasure; pleasure she did not want and had obviously set her mind against. But that slithering thick tongue had forced her into a state of mindless delight, and she obviously could not resist. She raised her hands in indecision for a moment above her nakedly thrashing flesh, then dropped them to grasp the dog's ears. With a guttural sound of animal hunger, she kicked her legs back up over her head and pulled his nose forward in her wetly pulsing cunt. His long red tongue immediately thrust up her moist passageway, ravishing her up-thrust loins without mercy. Wild, incoherent shrieks of wanton pleasure streamed from her lips; she pleaded with and alternately encouraged the dumb animal salivating between her rapturously grinding asscheeks. He licked at her like the savage beast he was, the rutting lust of the wild driving him on to further obscenity.

Clarice heard a groan from June and tore her eyes from the lewd spectacle in the film. Her feeling of shock and amazement widened, for June had both of her elegant long legs spread very wide, her dress now bunched up over her hips, as Miller nipped and bit at her flimsy white panties. They came off in shreds in his teeth, and Clarice shivered in frightened excitement as the dog's enormous tongue lapped upward into the shining wet folds of his mistress' pussy. A warning bell sounded in Clarice's subconscious. She knew that she should run away from this wicked place and these lewd stimulations before her body succumbed to the urgent hunger pulsating through it. But then another groan from the lurid motion picture dragged her drugged mind from all reasonable considerations once more. Now the dog had lifted his head from the pleading girl's moistly glistening pussy in order to nose her over onto her stomach in servile surrender. All resistance obviously had evaporated under that maddening tongue which had so mercilessly lapped her eagerly quivering pussy. She was completely enslaved by the German Shepherd panting over her. Her nakedly trembling body was spread-eagled face down on the bed as the huge head lowered again and the thick tongue slithered into the exposed crevice between the moaning girl's rounded asscheeks. She ground her buttocks toward him lasciviously as she reached back to spread the ivory globes and provide full access to her tiny puckering ass. The tongue lashed her for another long vivid moment, and the salacious spectacle caused Clarice to feel the aching hunger spread upward from her warmly tingling cunt into her swollen breasts. She was panting now for breath as she squirmed down harder against the cushion, pushing the wetly swollen lips of her heated pussy against the ridge of material as if to quench the terrible fire there. Mr. Evanik's hands caressing her pulsing young breasts both thrilled and frightened her. She tried with all her might to pull his hand away, but her own hands moved only as far as his, her fingers running gently through its thick black hairs, and then fell back, lifeless, into her lap. Feeling as though she were about to explode, her glassy eyes reverted again to the film, hoping to find relief by looking at something else. The German Shepherd nuzzled under the stunned girl's naked loins, pushing his massive head between her pelvis and the mattress. Clarice's eyes widened in disbelief as the head lifted, raising the redhead's buttocks. The girl knelt obediently, elevating her trembling white asscheeks, bending in abject surrender. The relentless tongue had lashed her into servile defeat; crushed her resistance with its vigorous and unremitting attack on her sensitive organs. Clarice's breath was coming in a continuous series of open-mouthed gasps. Each lewd event taking place before her virginal eyes seemed more astonishing than the last. The girl in the movie was now on all fours, and the huge dog was mounting the spread rounds of her buttocks, its paws on her back, his enormous red penis slipping and sliding within and over those two glistening white globes of flesh. The glistening scarlet organ seemed to be dripping some sort of liquid as the tapered cock-tip danced erotically in her anal crevice. The huge beast staggered and shifted, struggling to bury his thick animal shaft within the redheaded teenager's submissively kneeling body. The girl looked back, sobbing, in what appeared to be excitement and fear, as she shifted her softly undulating young buttocks in order to capture the lengthening animal rod, striving to sheath the dog within her voraciously grasping pussy. The sharp tip missed, slid up to find her temporally relaxed ass, and attempted to enter. But the girl managed to evade this indelicate prod, and the German Shepherd returned energetically to the attack. At last the thin point of his penis slid underneath into the soft, hairy cuntal crevice, rubbing her clitoris. The hot scarlet of his jabbing penis contrasted startlingly with the fevered pink of the girl's swollen pussy, spreading her glistening vaginal lips wider as his still foreskin-covered cock slid through them.

Clarice held her breath. She couldn't believe this was happening. Peter Evanik's hands seemed to be all over her own excitedly heaving breasts now, but she didn't notice anything except the volcanic upheaval in her hot young cunt and the action on the motion picture screen. The dog was still attempting to skewer the moaning redheaded girl on his huge, dripping instrument. He growled in frustration as the girl, in desperation, reached behind her and grasped the long slippery organ. Her eyes closed in lust, she guided the German Shepherd's cock into her moist pink slit until the dog began a furious fucking motion that made her cry out with joy and pain combined as his incredibly long penis disappeared up into her tight little cunt. Clarice was beyond belief or disbelief. Everything had become too incredible. The dog shuddered forward and buried his shaft of animal flesh deeply up into the teenager's writhing cuntal orifice. It slithered forward with a wet rush until it was sunk to the hilt, his hairy balls swinging in with a loud slap beneath her wide-spread thighs. A moan of relief broke from her joy-twisted lips as she moved rhythmically backwards to meet each new thrust of the panting and slavering dog. His forelegs trapped her waist, and she began to undulate her naked young body and buttocks in lewd circles, abandoning herself wantonly to this delicious animal fucking. Her face was contorted with rapture and her swaying breasts danced erotically beneath her writhing torso, moving in time to the dog's skewering cock as it buried itself relentlessly like a hot poker up inside her taut little belly. The burning sensation in Clarice's pussy was increasing madly with each additional second she watched the young girl being ravished by the dog. She could feel a trickle of perspiration running from her navel down her belly and into her pubic hair. Its slow, teasing trail caused her to squirm her pulsing cuntal crevice down in desperation against the cushion, the edge rubbing sensuously against the moist hair-lined flanges of her own warmly pulsing pussy. She bit down hard into her lower lip to repress a groan of pure frustration. Her forehead flushed with perspiration and another trickle ran down the fleshy valley between her full sensuous breasts which Peter had massaged into a quivering sensitivity as he clutched her like a man possessed.

Clarice's sexual nerves were shattered, and her mind whirled in drugged indecision. She knew that she ought to flee and that she had already gone too far by not protesting when Mr. Evanik squeezed and kneaded her breasts beneath her brassiere, but she still wanted to show them that she was not a mere child and besides, it felt so good. Perhaps it would be all right. She could still stop Peter Evanik if he did anything more than caressing her like this. And, anyway, June was there, so everything had to be all right. She looked again at Mrs. Evanik; she had fallen back onto the couch and was pulling Miller's snout up into her glistening wet pussy by grabbing his ears.

Clarice's face grew red. This was really unbelievable. Miller's tongue was actually slapping wetly between June's thighs just like what had happened up on the screen. The lewd thought sent another electric tingle deep into her belly, and the trembling thirteen-year old girl could feel the seeping wetness between her own thighs increasing. Her heart pounded like a tom-tom and it reverberated in her hotly pulsing pussy. She was sure Mr. Evanik could feel it inside of her softly pliant breast which he was digging his tantalizing fingers into. Her blinking eyes strayed back to the lewdly swaying body of the girl in the film. She was kneeling before the grunting and hunching German shepherd as he fucked into her wide-open little cunt with his long scarlet penis, and she was completely out of her mind with lust and shouting obscene encouragement at the dumb beast through her throat. She was begging him to fuck her harder and to spew his animal cum into her cunt. She yelled that she wanted to be filled with his burning hot cum and that was all that mattered. The girl was no longer human, but a quivering mass of sweating, deranged flesh begging to be subjugated. She was literally reveling in bestiality, and she ground her naked young buttocks back against his hairy jerking body just as if she was another dog. Clarice stared with abject fascination. Rivulets of moisture were building in the girl's rotating buttocks as the dog pummeled it. The sweat glistened and ran slowly down the backs of her trembling thighs.

Clarice tried to make it appear as if she was merely changing position as she ground her own warmly tingling pussy down into the couch, but increasingly she suspected that Peter Evanik was not fooled. And it was becoming more difficult by the minute to conceal her frustration. Mr. Evanik's hand was kneading her breasts with increasing urgency and making her hardened nipples throb mightily with guilty pleasure. She snuggled down closer to him, instinctively covering his hands with hers in order to conceal his misbehavior from his wife. Miller was continuing to lap loudly at his mistress' pussy, making rapid thrusts with his spear-pointed tongue.

June's eyes were glazed with sensuality in the dim light, and she ground her pelvis upward into the dog's face with great determination, snorting and muttering obscene oaths of encouragement as Miller licked at her wide-spread pussy. Still, Clarice had no wish to test the force of the older woman's jealousy, and, truthfully, she was enjoying Mr. Evanik's expert caresses of her warmly tingling breasts. Clarice squirmed down harder against the cushion. Mr. Evanik had turned toward her and dropped his other hand to her bared knee, then slipping it up toward the full firmness of her thigh. She had frozen momentarily at this unexpected gentle touch on her sensitive teenaged flesh. Now he was pushing up the hem of her skirt; then his searching hand was halfway up to her panties before she got hold of herself and blocked him by dropping her hand to her lap and tightly clenching her thighs. She held on to his wrist, not daring to look at him while her eyes darted to the unspeakably unnatural behavior continuing between June and Miller. She tried to ascertain if Mrs. Evanik had noticed anything between herself and Peter, but it was difficult to tell. She probably had not, inasmuch as her eyelids were fluttering and she seemed totally engrossed in the tongue of her dog so eagerly lapping at her own genitals. Still Clarice gradually forced Evanik's hand back down, pushing her skirt with it until she was completely covered again. But his other hand settled immediately in her lap. She tried to hold it, but it was strong and it moved away, kneading the softness of her taut little belly under the thin material of her sweater and dropping lower to tease the light sprinkling of pussy hair at the base of her stomach. His tormenting fingers rotated against her pubic mound but were unable to go lower because of her tightly pressed thighs. She pressed her buttocks down harder against the couch, knowing that he would think she was trying to rub the rough edge of the cushion secretly into her seeping vaginal slit. The hot flood between her thighs was so heavy now that it was wetting her skirt, and she could feel the warm moisture on her trembling ass- cheeks as she pressed down harder to feed the lewd pleasure churning in her loins and pussy lips. As his fingers gently smoothed her fevered flesh, the innocent teenager became confused as to whether or not to give way to the fierce waves of pleasure that were washing over her hot young flesh. Thus far everything was wickedly enjoyable, with no danger, because June Evanik was present. She grasped Mr. Evanik's wrist, but did not try further to stop him. Now his fingers were moving about freely, teasing her excitedly pulsing pussy and lower belly mercilessly through the thin material of her soaked panties and skirt. Clarice closed her eyes and sighing, resigned herself to the delightful sensations that were rolling through her pleasure-drenched body. Then she gasped in surprise, for suddenly Mr. Evanik shifted his hand from her lap to underneath the side of her buttocks. And all the time his handsome worldly face watched the film on the screen as if nothing was going on. What could she do? His left hand was now wedged between her asscheeks and the seat, with his outstretched middle finger working its way slowly up between her buttocks cleft to her dampened panties. Now she could feel his finger tickling the wildly tingling lips of her wet young cunt. If she moved to push him away she would have to drop her hand which was concealing his pleasantly kneading fingers on her quivering breasts. And any struggle would certainly attract his wife's attention. She dropped one hand slowly to grasp his wrist under her squirming buttocks, but that didn't seem to stop him; he merely continued his ruthless teasing of her sensitive thirteen-year old pussy, his finger probing at her moistly pulsing slit through the thin skirt and panties. She couldn't do any more without creating a scene, so Clarice resigned herself, with secret relief, to his lewdly thrilling caresses of her virginal cunt. She squirmed slightly away as his extended middle finger continued its gentle stroking motion, pushing the folds of her skirt up into her hotly pulsing crevice. Gushes of shame washed through her at the waves of indecent pleasure that were inundating her loins and killing her will to resist.

Peter's hand became bolder as he sensed the cute blonde girl's impending surrender. He hooked his middle finger to slide her skirt up the backs of her thighs in order to penetrate the soft moistness of her nylon panties beneath. But this was lunacy. She couldn't possibly be enjoying herself: She had to resist with everything she had in her. What was happening to her? Clarice bit down hard into her lower lip, glancing at June again, who was moaning with rapture at Miller's lingual administrations and ignoring them completely. The virginal thirteen-year old blonde could feel her skirt rising faster now, and she gasped aloud as Mr. Evanik's hand was suddenly covering all of the wet crotch band of her panties and snaking under the elastic leg band to stroke the wetly quivering lips of her pussy. She writhed her asscheeks down against his finger and held her breath for fear a moan of delight might escape her. Her entire young body quivered as the invading finger tickled the hotly lubricated softness of its tender walls. She could feel its slick moisture covering the palm of his hand beneath her grinding buttocks as it crept inexorably upward into her quaking cuntal crevice. Peter's middle finger was quickly joined by another, and then they were moving in tantalizing circles inside of her, expanding her tight little vaginal aperture with each titillating rotation. Clarice felt as if she were going out of her mind; she didn't see how she could stand this loins-shattering teasing for one more second. This rippling fire raging so maddeningly throughout her undulating young cunt, together with the feeling his fingers fucking up into her hopelessly open and vulnerable pussy without mercy, was increased by a hundred-fold by the bestial scene in front of her on the motion picture screen, where the helpless redhead was being fucked into a moaning mindlessness by the big dog. And, oh God, to make everything even worse, this man's wife was being licked in the cunt by her German Shepherd!

Suddenly there was a loud cry from up on the screen. The other teenager was twisting her head from side to side wildly, her long reddish chestnut hair churning on the mattress. She was in the opening throes of a climax, and she screwed her smoothly rounded asscheeks back greedily against the dog, out of her mind with lust. The enormous beast's tongue hung laxly out of the corner of his mouth as he skewered into the moaning girl, his saliva dripping all over her glistening back. She shrieked with an insane joy and back against him as he shuddered forward, driving his long animal cock to the hilt in her nakedly gyrating pussy, and began spewing his hot animal cum deep up inside her belly, his penis spitting in hard spurts against the back walls of her urgently clasping vaginal walls. Clarice watched in fascination as the girl began sobbing and her rounded buttocks contracted involuntarily, signaling her own orgasmic upheaval. A stream of viscous white liquid oozed from her snugly clenching young cunt which was squeezing the dog's molten red penis. Thin trails of pearl- colored cum ran down the back of her trembling thighs, and her ass- cheeks glistened as she pitched forward on her face, exhausted. Clarice's breath was coming in rasping pants as she watched the German shepherd's rapidly deflating cock slip from the girl's mauled passage with a sucking sound that echoed lewdly through the room. The girl had passed into a sweet oblivion, and the dog stood above her wagging his tail with obvious appreciation, and then lay contentedly down between her open legs, his huge muzzle nuzzling gently within the soft hair- covered V of her ravished loins.



Clarice could not repress a deeply felt sigh of relief as the ending titles came up on the firm and finally it blanked off into oblivion with a slight clicking sound and then the resulting darkness. The aroused thirteen-year old buxom blonde shook out her long honey- gold hair. She felt all choked up, and could not remember when she had ever seen anything so sexually stimulating in her life. To actually see a beautiful young girl subjugated by a savage watchdog was far beyond anything she had ever imagined or heard of. But what was most amazing, the girl had obviously enjoyed it.

She looked around in June and Miller's direction, but the library was darker now, and all she could make out was some labored breathing and isolated slurping sounds as the big German Shepherd continued his relentless lapping of Mrs. Evanik's pussy. It was with relief and regret that she felt Peter's fingers slip from her tortured young cunt and his hand slide from beneath her. He got up and the couch sagged on her side as he went off to attend to the whirring projector. She pulled down her skirt and tried to shift the wetness between her thighs by moving about somewhat. She turned crimson as the lights went on again and there was her vastly-admired June pushing her dress down and forcing Miller's snout away from the naked pink flesh up between her widespread legs as if nothing had happened. The blushing blonde girl struggled mightily to look as nonchalant as a thirteen-year old could look in such circumstances. She still dreaded looking foolish before her friends, and maybe after all this was just what adults were always doing and there was nothing peculiar about it. Certainly her mother's secret adventures with Carl had disabused her of some of her illusions.

"Well," said Peter Evanik, coming back and sitting down beside her again as he lit another cigarette. "That was some really hot cunt up there, wouldn't you say, Clarice? She'll want nothing but dogs from now on, I wager. What do you think?"

Clarice was struck speechless. The cigarettes Peter Evanik had forced between her lips and the bubbly champagne she had drunk all combined now to make her feel slightly numb, giddy and nauseous. Then the ensuing sensuality had left her loins in a hopelessly churning state of unrest and titillation. There had been nothing in her previous experience to prepare her for his question.

June and Peter laughed condescendingly and Clarice forced a smile. She had never felt so embarrassed in her life, and her memory of how near she had come willfully giving up her virginity made her blush furiously and unable to face Mr. Evanik. It was true then! Her mother's sensual blood ran hotly in her veins. There was no evading it! A wave of revulsion swept over her as she considered how she had allowed Mr. Evanik to fondle her body during the movie. And June appeared to feel no shame whatever over her behavior with Miller. What had come over them?

June laid down on the couch again, this time spreading her legs wide-open so that Clarice could vainly glimpse the way her stockings were attached to her garters, with no panties above! She could see very clearly the soft nest of auburn pubic hair wherein Miller had been licking; it was still glistening. "Any woman who's had a dog doesn't want anything else after that, lover. But Clarice's too young to understand that. Why, she's probably still a virgin, aren't you, little sweetheart?"

"Why, I -" The way June said it made her feel so inadequate, so inferior. She wanted to protest somehow.

"Clarice's just like a head of lettuce," joked Peter Evanik. "Cold and green."

"Well, then it's time she learned," said June. She grabbed Miller's ears and pulled his snout back up between her open legs. "Once you've had your cunt lapped by one of these animals, especially Miller. I guarantee you'll never think of anything else, Clarice. And once he's fucked you - you won't be able to think of anything else, period."

Cunt. Fucked. Oh God, why did they use these terrible words that Clarice had always been taught were dirty? Only bad girls at school used such words. And yet tonight she was finding them stimulating. She couldn't deny the new wash of hot fluid through her loins as these erotic words were brought into play.

"I... I think I'd better go home now," she stammered awkwardly, summoning all of her courage through all of her fear. Tears were forming in the corners of her bright blue eyes.

"Oh for God's sake, Clarice," Mr. Evanik said impatiently. "You've got to stop behaving like a little baby."

"Or we just won't invite you here any more," echoed June, lowering the boom.

"I saw you rubbing your hot little pussy down against that seat like your cunt was on fire, young lady," Evanik went on. "You're not fooling anyone here."

"I saw it, too, Peter," said June. "And I also noticed that you had your finger up inside her steaming little cunt as well."

Clarice gasped at the realization that June had seen her shamelessness. She dropped her face in her hands, sobbing piteously, unable to believe she had fallen so far in such a short time!

Suddenly she felt June's slender fingers in her long blonde hair and on her cheeks, smoothing the tears away.

"There there, dear," the older woman said above her. "It's nothing to get upset about. All real women feel a need to fuck when a handsome man like Peter slides his finger up inside their pussy. It's only natural. Come on now, let's dry our tears. Maybe it's best if we freshen up a bit."

June took the ashamedly weeping young girl's hand and led her gently out of the library and across the foyer to the bathroom. Her arm draped sympathetically over the teenaged blonde's shoulder as she sobbed. Once in the powder room she made a cold washcloth and pressed it gently to Clarice's forehead.

"There dear, does that feel better?"

Clarice groaned with self pity and threw herself into her adult friend's arms. "Oh, June, I'm so ashamed. I, I don't know what came over me!"

June laughed. "Don't be silly, darling. All it means is that you're growing up. But you'll be grown up even more once you stop feeling ashamed of her body and what it needs. You're a big girl, now, Clarice, and you've got to learn that there's nothing evil about enjoying sex. So just swim with it, darling. Let it carry you along."

June patted her shoulder. "Now get a hold of yourself. Let's not spoil what was developing into a perfectly lovely evening."

Clarice agreed reluctantly and they managed to get her cleaned up. Then they returned to the library. The lushly proportioned teenager blushed at the thought of having to face Mr. Evanik again after what she'd let him do, but she decided to fight childishness and try to be more adult the way the Evaniks wanted. They were, after all, her friends, and had made her happier in Kenilworth than anybody else she knew. Mr. Evanik had put on some soft stereo music and that did help to make her feel more relaxed. Although a deep sense of shame continued to pervade her being that resisted all attempts at ouster. But one would never have known from Mr. Evanik's demeanor that anything had happened between them. He looked perfectly casual as he sipped his Scotch and passed her a coke. She was grateful that they weren't any longer giving her champagne, as she was afraid she might pass out if she had any more. She was feeling decidedly woozy. The curious- tasting cigarettes they had given her hadn't worn off either, nor had the furious tingle in her loins. She felt light-headed as a flower. Then she glanced over Mr. Evanik's shoulder to where he was spreading out some photographs in front of him on the marble-topped coffee table. The young girl gasped, almost dropping her coke. For the first picture she focused on showed a woman's face in a strained circle around a man's hardened penis.



She had heard of women who did this, and had even heard some rough girls joking in the school toilet about it, but she had never expected to actually see someone doing such an obscenely wicked thing. The woman's mouth was stretched so wide Clarice wondered how she kept from choking on the huge penis, for her lips were locked on the thick shaft of male flesh as if they would never let go. The part exiting from her mouth was heavily ridged with blue veins. God, the young teenaged blonde could almost feel it pulsating in her own suddenly salivating mouth.

A ripple of excitement coursed through Clarice's loins as she considered its size. She clasped her legs tightly together and wondered involuntarily what it would be like to have something that big shoved up inside her little vaginal opening. She breathed with hurried, guilty excitement as Mr. Evanik flipped over the next photograph. In this one the same woman was sitting on a sofa with her feet flat on the floor and her legs spread wide apart. A German Shepherd had his snout between her thighs, and Clarice could see very clearly his long red tongue curling into the flushing pink lips of her pussy. The girl's mouth gaped at the lewd sight. This was exactly what Miller had been doing to June, what the dog had done in the movie. Despite her best will, the sight of this depraved act was fiercely exciting. She could feel a hot moistness seeping again through her pussy lips as she took a nervous sip from her Coke. Her hands were trembling.

"Like that, huh?" Peter Evanik asked, a devilish smirk on his face as he held up the picture.

"Well, I..." Clarice was becoming confused again. She could not think of the right things to say. The entire aura of sensuality in the house had so permeated her impressionable young being that she could no longer accurately define what was right and what was wrong.

She could feel the lewd stirrings in her loins beginning all over again, and she involuntarily ground her buttocks down against the seat to quiet the lascivious tingle.

"Look at this girl's face," said Evanik. "Obviously she's enjoying having her cunt licked, wouldn't you say?"

"I, I... yes, yes, she is," Clarice breathed tremulously, her budding young breasts heaving with emotion. And then she began panting again as Evanik showed her another photo, that of a girl on a bed, three pillows under her hips, with her legs spread wide apart and a German shepherd between them on his haunches, his enormous cock sunk all the way into her up-lifted pussy. The camera angle showed clearly his thick pink penis disappearing into the hair-fringed folds of her cunt. Almost buried to the hilt, only a small stretch was still showing, wet and shining. The girl's face was twisted into the most depraved portrait of ecstasy Clarice had ever seen. Oh... oh... how she must feel.

Clarice had slid down hypnotized into the deep warmth of the couch again, and scarcely noticed Mr. Evanik's hand on her shoulder as she concentrated on the obscene position of the dog and the girl in the photograph. The now-familiar aching hunger inside her quivering young pussy was expanding again, spreading from her stomach upwards into her hardening nipples. She shuddered as Mr. Evanik's finger teased again down toward the V of her sweater, through which the deeply breathing mounds of her breasts were seen moving in shapely unrest. And then his hand was moving determinedly inside her brassiere, cupping her naked left mound of softly resilient flesh and massaging it into a greater sensitivity. Her breathing became more labored now and she twisted frantically into the cushion, attempting to extinguish that swiftly growing fire. Mr. Evanik chuckled and began showing her more and more photographs, each one more lewd than the last. His lips had dropped to her ear and he was sensually whispering what the photographed couples were doing in sexual terms. Then he whispered moist entreaties using words that were positively filthy and yet savagely exciting.

"How would you like me to do that to you? Look at that girl's face... she loves it. So will you!" Clarice rubbed her thighs tightly together in a last determined effort to avoid the temptation that was building up inside her wetly pulsing pussy. Her passion and alcohol-distorted brain told her implicitly that she should flee immediately or she would not be able to fight the desire that was tugging at the very core of her rippling young belly.

"Please... Peter..." she tried to protest, her heart beating like a runaway train. "What will... what will Mrs. Evanik say?"

"Let her get her own girl," he muttered, and one hand reached into her golden hair and pulled her head toward him until she could not escape his hungry French kiss. She felt his heated tongue plunging into her mouth and almost all the way down her throat until she almost gagged. It lapped at the sides, top and bottom of her mouth, and some instinct in her loins forced her to suck on it. It tasted not at all bad, and she had to realize that she actually liked it. His tongue reminded her of a big fat penis like the one she had seen Carl putting inside of her mother. If ever there was a boy who was an animal, it was Carl. No human should have such a penis. A shudder of alarm momentarily flickered through her wet loins, but then her will to flee faded and was replaced by pure animal desire, magnified by a savage curiosity which glued her to the couch as she saw what Miller and June were doing. Apparently Mrs. Evanik had removed all her clothes while she wasn't looking, and now was engaged in the same sort of depravity that Clarice had seen only dimly in the darkness during the motion picture.

June was nakedly spread-eagled over the chaise lounge not six feet away, her auburn head rolling back and forth, her face contorted in an agony of sexual delight. Miller's big body was wedged between her widespread legs, and he was running his tongue moistly up and down her sensually quivering flesh. He lapped at her ripe heaving breasts until they glistened and then traced a shining path down to the flat plane of her stomach. June writhed in passionate delight beneath his animal caress, her long hair flailing from side to side across her lust-contorted face. Her hands tangled tightly in Miller's sleek fur, pulling his skin up in great bunches as she guided his muzzle from one erotically tingling part of her body to another, from breasts to pussy and even to her wildly puckering ass. Clarice leaned forward to grip the edges of the coffee table until her hands ached. She could not believe what was happening, but she had to look, regardless of how lewd June's behavior was. The scene was positively mesmerizing. Peter pressed a lit brown cigarette to her lips and she drew deeply without hesitation, not even coughing this time. The sweet, acrid smoke of the marijuana curled into her lungs like a soothing syrup, sweeping away all trace of revulsion. Her head lightened, and she shut her eyes tightly as each drag burned its way down into her pulsating little pussy. Then after several deep inhalations she found she could no longer deny the primitively intoxicating nature of what she was seeing.

June was beautiful, after all, with all that wealth of long auburn hair, proudly uptilted breasts and long slender legs. Why wouldn't Miller want to lick her blushing pink cuntal furrow? Anybody would! Clarice gazed in intoxicated rapture at the enchanting woman spread open in animal sacrifice on the chaise lounge, where the closed side had been unhinged, let down, and made into a bed. Her German Shepherd appeared to have worked her up to a fever pitch, and June's mouth was hanging open once more with rapture, her glassy eyes rolling upward into her skull until she looked as if she were dying from ecstasy. Miller had placed himself in position over her roughly rising and falling belly. His face was hanging within inches of her sparsely curled pubic mound, his forepaws pressing into her sleek trembling thighs. He worked his nose in and out of her wetly glistening cunt and June moaned with increasing fervor. Clarice gasped again as his long pink tongue lashed out and parted the hair-fringed furrow of the older woman's pussy with one long, swiping lick. The tiny bud of June's clitoris was clearly visible, pulsing with hardness and desire just above the stretched elastic opening of her vaginal entrance. Her moist red slit seemed to shine and trickle more with every lick of Miller's talented tongue, which flicked maddeningly at the quivering little nub of raw lust at the top of her furrow. June's body shuddered; she sighed as her legs clamped snugly about the furry head, imprisoning his alert animal ears in a vise-like grip. Then her pelvis began a slow up and down fucking movement in rhythm to the probings from between her tightly clenched teeth. She appeared trapped in a mindless fit of uncontrolled licentiousness as her full sensuous breasts bobbled like a belly dancer's.

Even as Mrs. Evanik's voluptuous body was twisting lustfully to the depraved lapping of her loins, Clarice's magnificently proportioned torso began an involuntary swaying in time to that of June's. Peter Evanik's hands were all over the blonde teenager's now, and he was massaging and cupping her breasts in a titillating circular motion that made her squirm her trembling young asscheeks into the cushion. Abruptly he pulled her up onto his lap. She didn't resist, but only rubbed herself snugly down onto the hard thick bulge beneath her. The pulsing thickness of it pressed through her skirt into the crevice of her buttocks, causing the thin folds of bunched material to grate heavenly against her sensitive little ass. Warm spasms of pure pleasure were sent rippling up through her churning belly and right into the hard rising nipples of her thirteen-year old breasts.

The final shattered remnants of her vow to run faded into nothingness as she felt his hand leave her breast and gently lower the zipper that ran down the back of her sweater. Then he undid the zipper on her skirt as well, and his hands slipped unimpeded inside her clothes. He pushed the snug restricting brassiere up and away from her ripe swollen breasts. Then his hands greedily cupped her pulsing mounds as they came free of their nylon confinement, trapping her hypersensitive nipples between thumb and forefinger, squeezing until excruciating sensations dredged a cry of pained delight and surprised pleasure from her wetly parted lips. He jerked upward, sinking his covered masculinity deeper into the panty-covered split of her involuntarily undulating buttocks.

Clarice couldn't help push back onto his rapidly lengthening thickness as she watched Mrs. Evanik with wide-eyed wonder. Miller's tongue was continuing to drag groan after wanton groan from the gorgeous auburn-tressed woman. Then Clarice noticed something else, Miller's long red penis had begun lengthening out of its furry sheath, and it seemed to be wagging dangerously beneath his slender stomach. It looked hard as a tree stump, and was enormously thick and evil-looking. The young girl gasped as he suddenly leaped atop his mistress, after viewing the movie she knew what was about to happen. But instead Miller straddled his eagerly trembling legs over the panting woman's face. June jerked as the well-trained dog stuck his front paw against her wetly heated cunt and rotated it, teasing the sensitive vaginal walls until she cried out in a moan of lascivious surrender and struggled up onto her elbows, her face only inches away from his belly and visibly quivering scarlet penis. Her fingers gripped his long moist cock and pulled it toward her wetly parted lips as her mouth struggled to meet it. Her tongue darted out and teasingly licked at its glistening underside, then even more hungrily at the oozing open hole in its tip. A thin string of lubricant seeping from it stretched across her chin as she licked greedily up and down the animal shaft. The muscles in Clarice's body were as taut as bow strings as she reacted to maddening fondling of Mr. Evanik's hot fingers. She jerked as his hand trailed a slow, teasing trail down her taut belly and inserted itself into the elastic band of her white nylon panties, teasing thrillingly at her sparse blonde pussy hair rising from the V at the top of her thighs. His knowledgeable hand played for a moment, then slid downward into the moist, ready slit up between her legs, the nail scraping gently at the sensitive little bud of her clitoris and making her cry out with the electricity of that sensation. She shuddered and jerked as his outstretched middle finger insinuated itself further into her eagerly pulsing flesh, parting her pussy lips to snake inside the seeping cuntal mouth, sending wild shocks of forbidden pleasure racing through her still immature nervous system. His massive pulsating penis was pressed deeply into the well moistened crevice of her buttocks now, and pulsing with a life all its own. She ground back against it, becoming imprisoned licentiously, deliciously as his invading middle finger slipped through the sealskin-smooth wetness of her tight little cunt. Peter Evanik began a gentle rocking motion to which her own body responded enthusiastically. There was a deep gurgling from June's throat as Miller, his tail wagging and one forepaw still playing in her hair-lined pussy, pumped his haunches forward to bury his long animal cock deep into her gaping mouth. Clarice held her breath, unable to believe June wouldn't choke from the sheer size of the organ rammed between her moistly ovaled lips. But she sucked at it hungrily as though she had waited all her life for just this wonderful moment. Her cheeks hollowed on the out-stroke, expanded obscenely on the in-stroke, and her eyes were glazed with a wild ecstatic film of primitive lust more erotic than blue eye shadow. The rawness of the lewd scene before Clarice drew a little moan of helpless surrender from the golden-haired thirteen-year old as she felt the liquid passion of her own wildly quivering pussy increase its flow, drenching Mr. Evanik's fingers and hand with its sticky moisture.

She could feel Peter's long thick penis jerking under his pants, inching inexorably upward into the cleft between her asscheeks. The sight of Mrs. Evanik obscenely sucking on Miller's animal penis was obviously just as exciting to Mr. Evanik as it was to her, and she gasped in delight as his moist tongue licked at the inside of her ear. Then he whispered, "Bend over on the floor, I'm going to fuck you in the ass."

"Oh no, please don't! No, I can't! Please... Mr. Evanik! Peter!" she panted, unable to stop the rhythmic rocking of her pussy over his wet fingers.

"I'm going to fuck you good, Little Miss Virgin," he whispered. "And we can watch Miller fucking June at the same time. Come on now. Down on the floor."

The lewd words excited her strangely, and through her drugged gaze she groaned in surrender as he pushed her now naked upper body over the marble coffee table, squashing her ripe young breasts out on either side as her defenselessly open buttocks presented itself to him. Her muscles felt like rubber, and she was forced to support herself by placing her hands on the floor. Her smoothly rounded asscheeks waved in the air behind her, and she shuddered as she felt Mr. Evanik's hands lifting her skirt above her hips. He bunched it around her wasp-like waist, then drew her flimsy white nylon panties down over her nakedly trembling buttocks and let them hang at her knees. A cool rush of air hit her backside and she flushed with shame. Her whole rear end was exposed to him, waving back in lewd invitation to any humiliation he might choose to inflict. She heard the metallic sound of his zipper behind her as Mr. Evanik opened his fly and his long thick penis burst into an eager freedom. He dropped to his knees behind her straining white buttocks and licked moistly down the entire length of her sweating cleft, pausing only to flick the tip of his tongue into the tight puckered ring of her ass.

''Oh... oh... no... you mustn't," she groaned as the tantalizing licking invaded her vitals, driving her almost insane with desire. She quivered back against his tongue, screwing her buttocks in small circles around and around in order to feel the delicious oral rape of her virginal loins.

So dazed and enslaved was the young blonde that she didn't notice when June got up abruptly from the chaise lounge and pulled the disappointed German Shepherd over to her backside by holding his collar. There was scarcely a second of delay as Peter drew his face away from her burning crevice, and the big, well-trained dog's tongue lashed out to flicker electrically at Clarice's wildly puckering little ass. The cuddlesome thirteen-year old groaned again, not noticing the change except for the fact that, if anything, the titillating licking of her organs felt all the more wonderful now. Clarice had never known anything like this feeling. It seemed to consume the whole of her sensually awakening being until there was nothing of interest in the entire universe but that wonderful tongue-lashing. Wild thoughts of Miller and his great slobbering tongue slithering over June's moist, hair-lined furrow ran through her mind even though she didn't know it was he. All she knew for sure was that her ripening teenaged flesh reveled in this lewd tingling pleasure until she felt as if she might explode from it.

Meanwhile Miller slithered his tongue up her moist crevice again and again as Peter Evanik went to the wall and pressed a secret button that started several motion picture cameras going at once. Then June signaled to the powerful German Shepherd, who abruptly ran his tongue over Clarice's asscheeks to the base of her spine, then followed the bony ridges up her back until this progress was halted by the bunched skirt around her tiny waist. Then he stood, straddling her legs awkwardly, and placed his forepaws on her, his long scarlet penis thrusting up into the split of her widespread buttocks, his tapered cock-head bumping between her straining asscheeks. It scarcely registered that Miller's paws were on her shoulder blades and that his panting and saliva was dripping in back of her. Clarice was still thinking of Mr. Evanik and of what a wonderful tongue he had. When what she assumed was his penis began bumping around in the moistened cleft of her nether passage, a savage thrill of delighted expectation coursed through her nakedly quivering flesh. But this quickly changed to abject fear. Oh no! He's too big! she thought. He'll split me open! Her buttocks cringed forward, drawing away from the dog's rubbery- tipped cock, but the long animal penis followed. She panted hollowly as he worked himself into position, painfully aware that there was nowhere else she could go. Her naked young body was trapped between the coffee table and the searching instrument behind her. Oh good lord! Mr. Evanik would split her! He was trying to impale her! Peter's hands actually were around the tops of her thighs, gripping them tightly, his fingers parting the soft white flesh so that Miller could get his fiercely jerking cock inside of her hot young wetness.

"Reach behind, put it in," he whispered to her from behind.

"No, I can't," she whimpered. "Please don't make me, Mr. Evanik. It'll hurt."

"Only for a little while. And then it will feel wonderful! Hurry!"

"No!"

She winced as one of his hands slapped her bottom smartly, a smack which seemed to only drive her desire still higher into her breasts. "Put it in, I say. Put it in now!"

Clarice whimpered and tears of humiliation fell from her lower eyelids to drip down over her cheeks. He was squeezing her thigh flesh so painfully she wouldn't be able to stand it for another moment. Anything would be less painful than that savage grip. In desperation she reached behind her for what she took to be his penis, found Miller's long slick organ, and closed her hand over it with more tenderness than she should have allowed. It was painfully enormous! Far bigger and hotter and wetter than she had imagined! She could never possibly take it all! He squeezed her again, this time bringing a louder, longer squeal of pain from her tortured young lips. She tearfully placed the well- lubricated cock-head underneath her legs and into the snug elastic opening of her burning young cunt, biting down hard on her lip to keep from sobbing. She could feel the penis gradually working its way against her fearfully cringing pussy lips, parting them and then moving slowly inside through the tight ring of flesh which had guarded her virginity for so long. And then, just as she felt a wonderful stretching of her loins, her asscheeks were swept further apart, and she could feel hairy haunches jogging against the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs.

"No! No!" she screamed as realization abruptly hit her. But it was too late! The dog's fiercely hard penis rammed with mind-shattering force against her tough little hymen, then broke on through. His long thick cock slithered up into her hotly pulsating passage like the trunk of a tree, thrusting into the warm wet walls of her vainly resisting pussy. She could feel his entire animal penis thrusting forward through her painfully stretched cunt lips and up into her belly, slowly and teasingly sweeping aside the softly curling strands of her sparse blonde pubic hair as it penetrated further and further. Finally the heavy weight of his dog loins smashed against her frantically squirming buttocks, scratching her naked asscheeks with his bristly hair, forcing her down flat on her belly against the coffee table.

Sob after sob shuddered through her naked young flesh as the ultimate humiliation was pummeled into her. "Aaarggghhh," she shrieked once when his thrusts became too savage. It seemed as if her cuntal channel was on fire. The dog's penis penetrated her like a great drill looking for oil, and it did find all the lubricant it needed. For despite her initial revulsion, Clarice was still very much a female.

She struggled and wiggled her fleshy little asscheeks as if to escape the brutal impalement, but it was no use. The panting German Shepherd's cock was now buried up inside her tightly clasping pussy, and all the while motion picture cameras whirred above and June circled her feverishly, snapping photos one right after the other.

"I... I hate you both," she gritted through tightly clenched teeth, but this only seemed to produce hilarity on the part of her adult friends.

"You'll love us before the night is over," Peter giggled, not pausing in his snap-shooting for a moment. He was taking photographs of her from every possible angle.

Her lips opened and closed in virginal torment, for it felt as though the dog's long slender penis had penetrated all the way up into her throat. She moaned and twisted, trying to escape the pain his tunneling rod of flesh was inflicting on her. Suddenly, there was something else to worry about. Through the daze of her ravishment and the long blonde hair that was swinging all around her sex glazed eyes, she suddenly felt her lips being parted by a thick, hot rubbery club. The sultry elastic ring of her lips clung involuntarily as Peter Evanik's penis came sawing up into her mouth, his hands strong on the back of her head as he forced her sweating young face forward. The older man was sitting in some sort of low, cushiony chair. As her golden hair swung out of her eyes from time to time she could make out his lewd grin of triumph above her as he fucked his long hard cock in and out of her mouth. And strangely enough, she was even beginning to enjoy the ruthless double-barreled screwing that man and dog were subjecting her to. The pain in her pussy was gradually subsiding, and each fresh thrust and withdrawal of Miller's blood-swollen penis now brought a low mewl of pleasure from her helplessly sucking mouth. The young blonde girl was equally surprised by the fact that the hotly pulsing cock in her mouth seemed to taste delicious, and she could no longer remember why she had been revolted by it initially. She eagerly sucked and licked Peter's big thick penis like a child devouring a candy cane. She put her hands on his buttocks and pulled him toward her until each stroke of his hot hard penis sliding down her throat made her gag. She felt him stiffening, felt his wildly jerking cock begin to swell in her mouth, heard him cursing. Then, without warning, his slippery cum spurted down her throat, filling her gluttonously sucking mouth until a stream of white hot fluid streamed from both sides of her mouth and flowed down over her chin. Clarice could not remember when she had ever tasted anything so delicious! As Peter 's body jerked and shuddered, spurting out hot jets of cum, she could hear his soft wondering curses and moans of pleasure as he gave himself over entirely to his orgasm.

Behind her, gasping and panting slavishly, Miller rocked rhythmically but gently in and out of the tight clasping confines of her cunt. Frantic thrills of immeasurable pleasure coursed through her straining teenaged flesh. She began to undulate her buttocks lasciviously behind her in rhythm to the long animal cock that was fucking into her defenseless young body from behind.

Her nostrils flared with uncontrollable passion. "Oh God," she snorted, almost whinnying with pleasure. "Go on. I like it. I like it. Don't stop. Oh, oh, oh. OHHHHHH!"

Panting with lust, the big German Shepherd lapped at her sleek white back and fucked in and out of her hot little cunt with long hard strokes that seemed to receive their momentum from the very depths of his staggering toes. The soft fleshy ridges inside her super-heated pussy gave way before the merciless onslaught of his piston-like instrument. The folds of her wet cuntal flesh clung affectionately to his rampaging instrument and soft explosive moans of forbidden pleasure broke from her lips as if she was having the wind knocked out of her. The intelligent beast rotated his long slippery penis around inside of her, drawing yelps of joy with each mind-jarring bump. Her squeezing pussy lips gripped his rigidity like warm elastic, her sheath pulsating with sheer lascivious pleasure. Clarice's eyes fluttered, hopelessly glazed over with passion. She spread her thighs wider, moving her feet apart with difficulty due to the silk panties that were still caught around her knees. Her obscene delight at Miller's brutal working of her virginal cunt was augmented by the hairy bump and scratch of his haunches against her smooth young flesh. The bushy hair around the base of his penis brushed tantalizingly against the quivering cheeks of her ass. The distended spongy tip of his thrusting hardness grazed against the flatness of her cervix, probing beautifully deep where no one had gone before. As Peter Evanik's thick deflated cock fell from her ovaled mouth, she let out an endless groan of savage, primitive ecstasy that resembled nothing human. Forgotten was her terrible humiliation at being fucked by a dog, forgotten were her ruined panties holding her dissolved knees in bondage. All that mattered was this magnificent lewd pleasure building maddeningly in her loins. She wanted to be fucked like this, wanted to be subjected to Miller's animal demands on her thirteen-year old flesh. Through her long blonde hair hanging over her face, she could see that June had begun sucking on her husband's penis, too. The thick pummeling instrument disappeared into her mouth as Mr. Evanik drove his pelvis like a pile-driver, sinking his resurrected cock in until his coarse black hair loins brushed the tip of her nose. Then he began to cum without warning again, as he had with Clarice. He pulled his wildly ejaculating penis out of June's mouth and held the huge purplish cockhead a few inches away. Then with an expiring groan he began spewing a stream of spurting white cum directly into her side-open lips. The thin, quick spurts streamed from its swollen red head like milk from a cow's udder, filling her mouth to the brim, and June swallowed thirstily, her Adam's apple bobbing wildly as she tried to keep up with the seemingly inexhaustible supply.

Watching June sucking on Peter's penis and having her face filled with cum was so lust-inciting that Clarice's whole body twitched uncontrollably, and she groaned with wanton desire and welcome to the punishing animal shaft sinking so deliciously deep up inside her rippling little cunt. Her beautiful face was contorted with passion as loud cries of ecstasy escaped from her tightly clenched teeth.

"Ohgod, I like it. Go on, go on, Miller darling. Oh God!" she gasped as his inflamed wet cock pistoned in and out of her churning belly. She moaned incoherently and began gibbering like an idiot, spots of drool appearing on her twisted lips. The smooth, wet velvet folds of her pussy trapped the dog's penis in a kiss of love, squeezing affectionately around his rigid animal column until she could feel every molecule of skin and every last pulsating blood-filled ridge. Her drugged mind reveled in her lurid abandon, and she screwed back against him to feel the tantalizing softness of his hairy testicles pressing against her trembling inner thighs. His furry skin danced teasingly against the sensitive outer rings of her tiny naked ass, sending new shivers of lewd delight surging through her fluttering belly.

"Oooooh," she breathed hotly. "That's it, darling. Please, hurry! Give it to me!"

Peter Evanik had wiped off his penis and was walking over to her. He gripped her long yellow hair and jerked her head up. "Tell him to fuck you!" he commanded imperiously. "Say Fuck Me!"

"No," she pleaded piteously, trying to twist her head out of his grasp. "Don't make me say that. Please!"

Evanik signaled to June, who suddenly grabbed the big dog's haunches and refused to let him thrust his wetly glistening penis into Clarice anymore. Miller began to yelp with desire, trying to crawl up her back with his forepaws, panting furiously with his tongue dripping drool all over her back.

"Hurry!" Peter commanded again. "Beg him to fuck you or we won't let him!"

Tears welled up in the helpless blonde teenager's eyes and she tried to squirm back onto the dog's marvelous pole of hot flesh. But it was no use, her inexperienced cuntal lips couldn't seem to grip it with June holding the dog away from her.

"Yes!" she shrieked. "FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME, HANDSOME! FUCK