Paul Gable - Mom and her dog

"Fuck, fuck, fuck…" she murmured, taking her mouth off Emily's pussy for a second to wipe away several broken cunthairs from her lips.

"Cummmmm…" Emily wailed, her body twisting like, a snake's.

Traci shoved her finger in as far as it would go, wriggling it frenziedly around in Emily's asshole. She shoved her tongue deep into the hot pussy and felt it starting to spasm. That was all she needed. Her clit popped into Emily's sucking mouth and vibrated against the licking tongue. Traci came as explosively as her friend, the two of them rolling around the floor, gripping one another's flexing asses as the seconds seemed to stand still.

Finally they both collapsed and lay cradled in one another's arms.

"I… I don't think I want to do this again," Traci stammered, unsure of what their relationship would be now.

"Well, that's up to you," Emily said, smiling weakly. "Personally, I prefer boys myself. I guess you can have Don," she said, getting up and brushing her hair from her face. "But he was such a good fuck," Emily sighed.

"Can't we both share?" Traci said after a moment's pause.

Both friends giggled, throwing their arms around one another. The tension had broken. They were back together with a new understanding of their minds and bodies. Emily started telling Traci what she should do about the bikers.

Emily and Traci schemed all night, thinking of ways she could avoid the Huns. Emily finally suggested they tell Don, Greg and several of the other boys who knew them a part of the truth – that the bikers were out to get both of them and had even tried accosting Traci. They'd be watched out for, and still Traci's secret would be kept. And, of course, if Traci wanted to go back to the bikers she could do so voluntarily. The choice was hers. Emily and she giggled all night about the endless possibilities of sex with that gang. And as dawn drew near the blonde teen was still unsure as to what path she should take. Avoiding the Huns was the wisest thing to do. But, oh, how her pussy ached for adventure!

Back at Traci's home Hilda spent an equally restless night. All the gin in the world couldn't blot out the act she'd committed with the animal. As she lay half drunk in her bedroom watching television until two in the morning she kept thinking of that Doberman lying downstairs, his wonderful tongue licking his fur, that strange knobby cock soft between his hindquarters. She'd sip more gin and groan, feeling her pussy burning, crossing her legs and trying to blot the sensation from her mind. No, she wasn't going to do this again. Twice, twice she'd let the animal have his way with her! What kind of slut was she turning into? Most of the whores on Santa Monica Boulevard wouldn't dream of doing what she'd done for money! And she'd done it willingly, freely!

The broken dreams she had all night were terribly erotic and perverted. Men with cocks of all sizes and shapes were fucking her, forcing her to suck them off. And then in the middle of it all a pack of dogs would surround her, their jowls dripping with saliva, their eyes rolling with sexual frenzy while their knobby cocks stuck out long, strong and red.

Hilda awoke with a start at seven. She was sitting straight up in bed, her gown clinging damply to her flesh. Her nipples were erect, poking against her sheen gown while her cunt burned achingly. She put one hand to her forehead and rubbed it comfortingly, closing her eyes and sucking in a deep breath. How long was this going to last? How long could she keep going on like this before she broke?

Swinging her legs over the edge of the bed, Hilda glanced at her clock, wondering when Traci was going to come home. It sounded as if the girls were probably going to have an all-night gab session. That usually meant her daughter would be in around noon. Well, that would give her time for… for what? Her life was a desert, empty, barren, a complete void. The dog was the only thing that had added something colorful to it.

Hilda stopped, staring at herself in the mirror. Her gown was opened down the front, revealing her lithe, attractive body. Why shouldn't she be attractive? She'd done her best to keep up, although God only knows why. Her tits were firm, high-riding, not at all sagging or marred by purple stretch marks. Tracing her fingers over her belly and firm thighs, Hilda felt suddenly terribly alone and abandoned. A dog. Was that going to be her one big fling in life?

"Oh!"

It was Rex, scratching at the door. He's sensing my restlessness, she thought to herself, running her fingers through her hair. A feeling akin to desperation ran through her mind.

"No, I can't… I won't!" she said, holding her head with both hands. It was awful, terrible. She couldn't do this a third time. No, no, she couldn't.

But the gown was sliding off her shoulders, fanning around her feet as she stretched out one hand and opened the door.

"God help me!" she whispered, backing away as the big Doberman sprang in, his tongue hanging invitingly out one corner of his mouth.

Hilda backed away, backed to the bed where she knew the animal was going to take her again. How could she be doing this again and again? Now there was encouragement on her part as she sat on the edge of the bed, her cunt so hot and excited that it was wetting down the mattress.

"Good dog," she gasped, ruffling his fur with her shaking fingers.

Hilda moved her fingers over her drenched cuntlips, feeling her hot juices dripping down her ass. Rex lurched forward and started eating her pussy. His nose moved up and down through her slit, forcing the inner petals apart, stretching her cunt mouth. It was what she'd been wanting for all these years… a lover doing this sort of thing. Of course, she had no idea that her lover would be a Doberman!

"Ohhhhhh…"

Hilda moaned loudly, writhing her shoulders now against the mattress. She was draped across the bed, the soles of her feet shuffling over the carpeting while her thighs hunched up to the big dog. She felt his paws moving against her thighs. It was last night all over again. Only this time she was stone sober. She knew what she was doing, encouraged it!

"Yesss…"

The animal growled, letting his teeth nip along the puffed, slick outer lips of her pussy. The feeling nearly knocked her unconscious. It hurt her a little, hurt in a way that made Hilda grind her ass up for more. The tug of fear and embarrassment she'd felt earlier wasn't enough to make her push the dog away. She humped her back for him, encouraging the animal, making him growl for more. His neck hairs bristled with the wildness both of them felt. Once again he growled, tossing his head.

"Fuck… fuck…"

Her body responded fast to the sloppy, hurried friction of the big dog. Rex rolled his eyes up, studying Hilda's reaction. He knew when his tonguing became too frenzied, when it threatened to drive her over the brink of orgasm too quickly. Oh, it was just like having a human lover. Hilda's mind blurred, the difference between dog and man melting away.

Oh, what was he doing? Her eyelids fluttered open as she raised her head and saw the animal taking hold of her cuntmound and shaking it gently between his powerful jaws. The fangs barely sank in… just enough for her to raise her ass off the mattress and scream for more.

More? Did she dare? Could she possibly let him do more for her? Glancing up heavy-lidded at the animal she saw a photo of herself and Traci. Her daughter, her only daughter. What would the girl think of her stiff, super-moral mom now? Hilda laughed, her laughter quickly turning to a groan as another shot of sexual delight tore through her clit.

"Oh hell…"

Her head was spinning. She knew she'd entered a new world only a few hours ago. But she'd done it so fast, without any regrets. Could she let the animal… fuck her?