James Butler - The beast in me

She couldn't look at him after what she had done, and kept her head bowed. "I'm all right, Allan. Don't worry."

"Do, ah, do you want to do it again tomorrow?"

"I… I suppose so. I really don't have much choice, do I?"

He ignored her question. "We can make it tomorrow afternoon. Ruth's going to take the kids shopping for new clothes." He hesitated. "I don't think we ought to tell Ruth anything about this yet. Let's keep it between ourselves for a while, huh?"

"Anything you say." Sharon opened the red door. "I'll see you in the morning. 'Night."

As she trudged up the stairs and into Patty's room, Sharon felt very alone. There was no one she could tell about what had happened. No one at all. Even Barb wouldn't understand her letting a dog stick his thing in her cunt. Or sucking a man's cock. And the worst of it was, her miseries had just begun.

When she climbed under the covers, her eyes were wet with tears. It was hard to believe that only a few hours before she had left her comfortable place and ridden through the sunshine into this hell hole of sex. It seemed like a long time ago. She buried her face in the pillow and cried herself to sleep.

At the breakfast table the next morning everyone was bright and cheerful. Patty was feeling better, bright-eyed and sassy, and Allan acted as though nothing had happened the night before. Sharon was the only quiet one. Her stomach was churning so badly she found it difficult to eat. When they were through she helped Patty and her mother clear the table.

"We have a few things to do this morning, Sharon," Ruth said as they stacked the dishes by the sink. "Do you have anything you want to do?"

"No, not really." She knew where they were going and what they were going to do. "Why don't you go ahead? I'll take care of the dishes. There aren't that many."

"Thanks, hon," Ruth said, smiling. "I appreciate that. C'mon, Patty. Let's go downstairs to the shop. Sharon, if you want to go anyplace, go ahead. We won't be through until noon."

"Okay." When they left, she began running the water in the sink.

As soon as she was through with the dishes, Sharon checked all the upstairs rooms to make sure they were all in their special room in the basement, then she went back to the kitchen, picked up the phone, and dialed Barb's number.

"Did you get the pictures?" Barb asked anxiously. "Were you able to sneak some out?"

Sharon hesitated. "No, I didn't. I… something came up."

"Well, what are you going to do? Are you just going to stay there?"

"I really don't have much choice." Sharon wanted desperately to tell her friend all about what had happened, but she was too afraid. "Look, I really have to go. I'll try and call you later. Okay?"

"Better than that, I'll try and make it over this afternoon. I can't promise anything." There was a moment of silence, then Barb asked meekly, "You don't think they're going to get you messed up in that crap, do you? I mean, like, the pictures and stuff?"

Sharon swallowed and gritted her teeth. What could she say? "Look, I'll tell you about it when you get here. Call first though, will you?"

"Sure. See ya."

It was one of the longest mornings Sharon had ever spent. With nothing else to do, she straightened up the rest of the house, took a ride around the block on her bicycle, then watched TV until the others came upstairs for lunch.

When they were through eating, Ruth announced that she was taking the children downtown. They wouldn't be back for several hours. Allan winked at Sharon on the sly and said that he had a few things to clear up downstairs. After Ruth and the kids had gone, Sharon steeled herself, took a deep breath, then went downstairs and approached the red door.

"C'mon in, hon," Allan said happily. He was already naked, and his hairy prick was standing straight out from his pelvis. He stepped over to her and kissed her on the lips. "Take off your clothes," he murmured huskily.

The girl felt uneasy as she got out of her skirt and blouse. She tried to avoid looking at Allan's cock, but it was impossible. The big thing seemed to draw her attention like a magnet. When she had her bra and panties off, she stood nude, waiting for directions.

"C'mon, let's go to the bed," he said, taking her by the hand. They stretched out on the cool satin sheets and Allan put his arm under her head.

"What are we going to do, Allan?" she asked timidly.

"Just relax, sweet," he replied throatily. "Just take it easy." He pressed his lips against hers and pushed his tongue into her mouth.

Sharon's apprehension disappeared quickly when he began gliding his hand lightly over her body. He rubbed his fingertips over her tits, fondled her nipples, then caressed her back and asscheeks. She shivered as he ran his fingers down the crack of her ass and then down the back of her thighs. A familiar, pleasant tingling sensation began in her groin.

"Oh, baby!" he whispered. "Baby! You're so beautiful!"

He tenderly separated her thighs and touched her pussy. His fingers moved with maddening slowness over her groin, through her bushy hair, and over and around her gash that was rapidly filling with cuntal milk.

"Oooohhh, Allan!" she whimpered. "Allan!" She moved her thighs even wider apart to give him more room.

"That's it, baby," he whispered. "That's the girl!" He very delicately separated the lips of her twat and spread the inner folds so he could reach her clit. She jumped when he first touched her little nubbin, then she began squirming.

"Oh, Allan! Uuunnnggghhh! Allan!Uuummm! Oh, God!"

"You're already hot, baby!" he said, breathing heavily. "That's a juicy little cunt. You like that, don't you?"

"Uhhh-huuhh!" she whimpered. "Uuunnnggghhh!"

Before she realized what was happening, Allan had pulled his arm from beneath her head and got to his knees. Then he bent low over her chest and took a nipple in his mouth and began sucking on it wetly as his fingers caressed her dewy crevice.

"Oh, Allan! Uuummm! Allan! Don't tease! Uuunnnfff! Uuunnnfff!" She was hunching off the mattress at his hand. Then she lifted her head and watched his mouth as he devoured her nipple. "allan! Oh, God! Gggnnnuuuggghhh!"

He began spreading the oozing milk from her cunthole up and down her canyon, wetting her twat thoroughly with pussy juice. His tongue was swishing around her nipple and he was sucking hard. "Uuummm! Uuummm! Uuunnnggghhh!"

"Please, Allan!" she begged. "Put your finger in!Put it in! Oh, God! Gggnnnuuuggghhh! Please, Allan!"

She felt him rim her opening with his finger, then it was sliding up into her dark creamy tunnel, swirling around inside her to tickle the sensitive tissues of her vagina. She grabbed his hair with one hand and his back with another and began squirming and twisting her ass and hunching against his finger.

"Gggnnnuuuggghhh! Allan! Oh, God! Aaarrrggghhh! Oh, lover! Jesus!"

His stabbing digit was making sucking sounds in her pussy as he speared her again and again. She clenched her cuntal muscles to make the opening small as she thrashed and shook. This was what she wanted! Someone making real love to her! Someone sucking her tit and fingering her twat and everything! It was heaven! Sheer heaven!

"Gggnnnuuuggghhh! Oh, Allan! God! Aaarrgghh! I love it!Oh, finger me! Finger-fuck me! You're going to make me come! Aaaggghhh! Allan! Oh, God! Suck that tit! jeez!"

She took her hand from his back and reached for his hard cock. Curling her fingers around the hairy tool, she gripped it tightly. The heat from his throbbing shaft penetrated her palm as she began stroking it.

"Uunnnfff!" Allan groaned. "Uunnfff! Uuummm!" He began hunching at her fist, at the same time picking up speed with his piercing finger. His massive pole slid easily in her tiny hand as he hungrily mouthed her delicious titty.