James Butler - The beast in me

The boy gripped his shaft, bent it down, then aimed it at Ruth's gaping cunthole. He shoved the head in, put his hands on her waist, then lunged forward, embedding his dick to the hilt with one quick lunge. "Gggnnnuuuggghhh! Oh, God! Aaarrrggghhh!"

"That's it, Chuck!" Allan urged. "Now, pull it all the way out to the end and push it in again."

"Uuummm! Uuummm! Uulfnnnfff!" Ruth wasn't moaning over the pleasure of sucking Shadow's cock. It was the delight of her son's tool in her cunt. "Uuunnnfff! Uuunnnggghhh!"

"Jeez, Mom!" Chuck gasped. "Don't squeeze it so tight or I'll come! Oh, God! Uuunnnggghhh! Aaaggghhh!" The boy shuddered as he extracted his cock until only the head was buried, then pushed it in again slowly, feeling the tight clenching tissues glide easily over his tingling prick. "OH, WOW!"

"Do it slow now, Son," Allan warned, slapping another sheet of film into the camera, "That's it!"

"Uummm!" Ruth gyrated her hips, forcing Chuck's tool to ream her tunnel. "Uuunnnfff!"

Shadow was pumping his hot pecker at Ruth's mouth. His long black snake of a tail swished through the air and he whined softly.

"Gggnnnuuuggghhh!" Chuck moaned. "Mom, when you squeeze it you're tighter than patty! Oh, jeez! Aaarrrggghhh!" His strong, youthful body quivered as he slid his shaft with agonizing slowness in and out of the tight canal.

"Just two more, Chuck," Allan coaxed. "Then you can go to it."

"Hurry, Dad! Oh, God! Aaaggghhh! Aaaggghhh!"

"Uuunnnggghhh!" Ruth was slurping wetly on Shadow's pole. The red dick was wet with her saliva as she bobbed her head up and down.

"All right, Son. Go to it. I'll get the last one while you're coming."

"wwwhhhuuunnnggg! Wwwhhhuuunnngggg!" Chuck lifted his face toward the ceiling and began fucking wildly, jamming his aching cock quickly into the moist tunnel. The tendons stood out on his neck and the muscles in his ass tightened. "Uuunnnggghhh! Oh, God! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Aaarrrggghhh!"

When the boy picked up speed, Ruth began swirling her hips in a wider arc and backing onto his jabbing shaft. She was gobbling the dog's tool wildly as the boy rammed her from behind. "Uunnnggghhh! Uuunnnfff! Uuunnnfff!"

"Mama! Jeez!" Chuck's back went rigid. "Aaarrrggghhh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!"

The woman jerked as the boiling liquid shot into her. Then suddenly white cream was seeping past her lips and running down Shadow's tool.

"Uuummm! Uuummm! Uuunnnfff!"

Chuck made a long guttural sound deep in his throat, then he lowered his head and let himself sag. He waited until Shadow had leaped off the bed, then he slowly slipped his wilting cock from Ruth's juicy cunt and flopped over onto his back.

"That was just great!" Allan said happily. "That should satisfy them for a while." He walked over to the bed and gave his wife a resounding smack on her bare ass. "Go clean yourself out, honey. Let's get a couple more shots of us doing a sixty-nine, then we're through. Okay?"

Ruth nodded as she got off the bed weakly. She stood up and faced her husband. "Please, Allan. No more dog stuff, huh?"

Allan smiled as he put his hands on her shoulders. "I keep telling you. If we could get another young girl, we wouldn't have to. That's what everybody seems to want. Dogs or young girls. It's either use Shadow or wear Patty out."

"I know, I know," Ruth sighed. "Well, let's see what we can do. I've had about all I can stand of that."

As Ruth turned away from her husband, Sharon began inching backward across the floor to the rec room, toward the stairs. She couldn't take any more and her stomach was going in circles. She had to get out of there before she threw up.

Reaching the safety of the steps, she dashed up and hurried down the hall to the living room. She had to tell someone what she had seen. But who would believe her? Who would believe that these nice people did things like that?

Barb! Of course! Barb!

She remembered seeing a phone in the kitchen and went into that room, treading as quietly as she could. She picked up the phone, dialed the number, then waited anxiously for her friend to answer.

"Barb! It's me! You won't believe me when I tell you! God! It's just awful!"

"What's awful? What are you talking about? Are you still at the Mortons'?"

"Yes," Sharon whispered. "Shut up and listen!"

The words came tumbling out in a rush as Sharon told her girt friend what had happened. When she got to the part about the dog it gagged her, so she didn't go into that. But everything else came out like a flood. When she was through, there was a silence at the other end. "Barb? Are you still there?"

There was a gasp. "Yes, I'm still here. God, I don't believe it!"

"It's true! I tell you, it's true! What am I going to do? I can't stay here!"

"Where can you go? If you go back to your place, your folks will be madder than hell. And they won't believe you, anyway."

"I know, I know! Oh, Jeez! Help me, Barb! Help me!"

"Look! Can you get some of those pictures? Can you sneak some of them out? Everybody'd believe you then."

"I don't know!" Sharon wailed. "I suppose I could try. But what if I got caught?"

"I wish I could help you, but I can't," Barb whimpered. "I just can't! See if you can do that and call me back. Okay?"

Sharon wilted against the counter and nodded sadly. "I'll try. Oh, God, it's terrible! I gotta go now. 'Bye."

She hung up the phone, then washed her face with cold water at the kitchen sink, feeling more miserable than she had ever felt in her life.

Sharon felt physically ill as she plodded slowly back to Patty's room. Her mind was still reeling from the shock, and her nerves were frayed. When she opened the door, Patty was wide awake on her bed, staring at the ceiling, with her hands behind her head.

"Oh, hi, Sharon. I just woke up. I'm sorry I fell asleep on you like that."

After taking a deep breath, Sharon closed the door and walked to the other bed. "That's okay. I was just reading magazines in the living room."

"What are my folks doing?"

Sharon almost choked on the answer. "I don't know. I haven't seen them."

The girls talked for a while until they heard the others come up the stairs. Then they went out and joined them in the living room. Sharon was amazed that they showed nothing on their faces to indicate what they had been doing.

"I've got an idea," Allan said cheerfully. "Why don't we all go take in a movie, then go out and eat? Kind of celebrate Sharon's first day here. How about it?"

Everyone agreed, and they changed clothes and left. Throughout the seemingly endless movie and the long dinner, Sharon felt ill at ease. She had already made up her mind to try and swipe some of the pictures, and was afraid that her guilt might show.

It was quite dark when they finally got back to the house. Sharon picked up her forgotten suitcase and carried it to Patty's room and began unpacking. By the time she was finished, the young girl came in and announced that everyone was going to bed. They were all pretty tired, she said.

"I guess I am, too," Sharon agreed. As she was getting out her shorty nightgown, she noticed that Patty had already begun stripping, apparently unconcerned about her presence.

"Boy, I'm beat," Patty sighed. She had taken her dress and bra off and was skinning her panties down her legs. "Look at that." She aimed her bare buttocks at Sharon and pointed to a red mark on her asscheek. "That really hurt."

"I'll bet," Sharon managed to croak. She barely glanced at the spot. She was more interested in the young girl's curvy figure.

Patty's youthful tits weren't overly large, but they stuck straight out from her chest, with tiny rosebud nipples at the end. A soft brown down covered her mound and surrounded the poached lips of her cunt. As Sharon stared at the girl's beautifully rounded figure, she could well understand why people would want pictures of her naked.