Paul Gable: Mom and her dog

Traci couldn't believe she was hearing him right. The words burned her brain, made her mind whirl around. He was talking like that, speaking dirty in her mother's house.

"You don't know what you're saying. Get out or I'll call the police," Traci said, starting to move toward the dining room. Don grabbed her by the waist.

"No, no, you can't," she whispered tightly.

"I can and I'm gonna. What the shit is that?" he asked, pulling away slightly. Traci heard loud barking in the backyard. Thank God, Don hadn't decided to climb the fence and try to get into the back of the house. That damned animal her mother had bought for protection was more trouble than he was worth. Traci had been against it from the start.

"Just Rex… the dog. Don't worry, he'd locked up out back. I guess my mother forgot to let him in," Traci sighed, caring nothing about the dog or her mother. She wanted Don and that was all.

Traci felt her body melting. There was a lush hotness spreading out from her belly down to her fat, swollen cuntlips. It seemed that only her clit and nipples were hard, itching, throbbing things driving her half mad. Don had her pressed up against the refrigerator, his hands smoothing up and down her side. At times his fingers played dangerously with the straps holding up her halter. Oh, he was touching her with his crotch, rubbing his hard cock against her pussy. Traci sucked in a shuddering breath. That pressure against the damp front of her bikini bottoms made her clit sputter. Hot streams of fuck oil oozed from her velvety moist cunt lining, wetting down the sheer material of her bikini bottoms. It clung tenaciously to her outer cuntlips, feeling sticky, uncomfortable.

"I want you, baby… want to do wild things to you. I think you feel the same way," Don said, dropping his head to the nape of her neck. He started kissing her narrow shoulders, running his tongue over her salty flesh. Traci groaned, quivering as she felt that iron-hard cock brushing against the mound between her legs. Her ass muscles tensed, flexing, moving her thighs seductively between his legs. She wanted him. Oh God, how she wanted to feel him fucking her. All her fantasies were coming out now, dancing in front of her confused mind, telling her to give in and let him fuck her. Surely her mother wouldn't be coming home for hours. That would be more than enough time for her and this stranger to fuck, to realize what potential she had burning in her pussy.

Don's lips nuzzled into her neck, his hot breath blowing through her hair. Traci felt her ear grow hot and ticklish. His breath and his words about what he was going to do to her made her shiver. Her body was alive to his slightest touch. "Baby, baby…" Don moaned.

He was moving his face over to hers, holding her by the chin. Traci closed her eyes, feeling his breath blowing over her cheeks and mouth. Then he was kissing her, pushing his tongue between her lips, wiggling it back and forth while holding her tightly with his free arm.

For a while Traci struggled against his tongue, feeling it was dirty to respond to something that exciting. But then her desires took over. She wasn't Traci, the virgin, any longer. Slowly she opened her mouth under the pressure. As his thick tongue lashed down her throat the girl felt him pulling her pussylips apart. He had his hands under her ass, working his fingers across the flesh at the edge of her bottoms. Every time he tensed his fingers and squeezed, the valley running between her legs pulled open. Before she could say anything Don wriggled two fingers under the hem of her bathing suit. As they rubbed over the silky flesh between her ass and cunt Traci started moaning. Chilly, feverish flashes drove her wild.

"I'm not gonna fuck you in here," Don said, pulling away from her.

"No… no fuck," she panted, resting her head against his chest.

"Right, no fuck. And you can't even walk," Don said, too hot to laugh.

Reaching down he scooped up the young woman and carried her back to the dining room.

"Bedroom down this way?" he asked, his breathing short and uneven.

Traci hooked her arms around his neck, opening her eyes and nodding. Oh, what was she doing? She was encouraging him, telling him where he could fuck her. Surely she should be fighting him off, screaming for the neighbors. But instead she clung helplessly to the big man, whimpering like a drowning kitten as they moved down the darkened hallway to her bedroom.

What happened next was something of a blur. Traci spotted her bedroom, remembered being carried through the doorway and laid down gently on her queen-sized bed. Don reached around and shut the door, bolting it locked before returning to her side.

"Now, baby, now for the time of you fuckin' life," Don breathed.

He settled on top of her like some sort of demon from hell out to take her soul. He was kissing her, tonguing her throat. As their hot, spit-filled mouths sucked and slurped, Traci could feel eight inches of hot cockmeat pressing against the front of her bathing suit. Only two thin pieces of material kept that thing from fucking her, from popping her cherry. Stories about all the pain and blood terrified her. Quickly she jerked her arms up, pressing her fingers against his broad chest.

"No, no!" she pleaded again, tearing her lips from his. "I… I don't want to… don't…"

But Don was too insistent, working his fingers greedily over her fat cuntlips, milking the rubbery, slick edges together. It was too much for the girl to stand. She was wondering how that cock would feel pushing inside her body. And thinking about it made her want it. Through the red hot haze filling her mind she remembered, however, her mother's threatening words. Her mother had said she'd throw Traci out if ever she discovered her daughter fooling around before she was eighteen.

"Stop it! Oh please."

But there wasn't an ounce of truth in what she was saying. Those hands on her cunt moved, squeezing her cuntlips together, rubbing the inner folds against her clit. It was something the girl had never experienced. Traci gasped, throwing her head back into the pillow, rocking her hips from side to side.

"Nice, nice and hot pussy," Don moaned.

Traci heard that word, blushed at the thought he was saying it while feeling her cunt. Creamy foam started dripping from between his fingers as he worked those cuntlips faster and faster against one another. Traci thought she was going to pass out from the excitement and the embarrassment.

"No!" she gasped frantically. Don was trying to take the bottoms of her bikini off. She pushed her ass down in the bed, her eyelids fluttering while she squirmed uneasily under him. He tugged down, but the bottoms held firm.

"Come on, baby, loosen up," Don hissed, curling his fingers into a fist and tearing down.

Traci cried out, hearing the material rip. Her cunt was naked! Then she felt the warmth of his hands again, his fingers working between her legs, finally cupping her pussy again.

"Nice pussy," he whispered, massaging it with sure, tight strokes.

In an instant the girl felt her ass push up to the beautiful squeezing sensation between her thighs. She was spread open, naked, exposed, moaning under her breath. She was on fire, her cunt running with hot fuck juice, greasing down her thighs.

"That's your cunt, baby, a nice hot cunt you've been protectin' for years. And that's the thing I'm gonna split wide open with my prick," Don whispered, kissing her passionately again. This time the big man worked a finger into her hole, scraping the sensitive, slick membranes of her cunt sheath with the tip.

"Oh God, God," she moaned.

"And now for these," Don said, rearing back his head and staring at her big tits.

"Don't!"

Don latched onto both tits and squeezed hard while moving his hands to either side of her body. Again Traci heard the tearing sound of material. He had ripped her halter to pieces, the cups falling uselessly to the mattress. She was completely stripped now.