Jon Reskind - Doggie farm

She thought these things as she pressed her desire-aroused flesh with unstained innocence needfully against his, her mind desperately trying to blot out the unwarranted circumstances of guilt. Of course, Jeff was right. If they were truly in love, marriage should be no issue. In another month they would go back to Mobile, she to her parent's house and he to school, and nobody would be the wiser for it. After all, they weren't doing anything here they hadn't ready done.

No, she was acting like a child… anything but a mature seventeen year old… and her sweet, roughly-handsome boy friend deserved so much more. God, how she loved him! To make him happy was all that she dreamed of. If… if only she knew more of the secret, intimate ways… perhaps then she could do them for him! Why didn't he show her? Ask her? Force her? Anything!

"Oh Jeff," Toni whispered as he gently rolled her thin, almost transparent panties down over her hips to fall in a silken pile at her feet, then drew her naked young body back on top of him while he lowered himself onto the bed.

"Huh…?" he prodded with a grinning hiss.

"Oh, Jeff. You're such neat guy!" she gasped kissing him hungrily and writhing her moistened vagina downward against the length of the hard throbbing cock inside his shorts. "You're the neatest guy I ever went out with."

He twisted his mouth free, still grinning, making the cleft in his chin appear all the deeper… and sexier. "But the question still is, how do you want to get fucked?"

"Oh… oh you!" Toni tutted, the sudden wild sensations racing through her belly and loins at the wickedly lewd sound of his use of the forbidden four-letter word making her forget all else but his presence and the delicious feel of his hard, virile cock nestled in the soft, smooth flesh of her lower belly and sparsely-haired young pubic mound. Sensuously, she squirmed her hips and buttocks in an effort to work the long, cloth-hampered shape of hardened flesh up between the pouting lips of her slowly moistening cunt. "Anyway… do it anyway you want! Make me happy! Oh, please don't stop until…"

"Until what?" he questioned, puzzled.

Frustrated, Toni felt her cheeks blushing and stammered… "Oh… just hurry. Just get naked!"

Uncle Milt adjusted the volumes on little video machine and chuckled as with open lewdness he rubbed the swollen heavy member bulging the front of his lounging pajamas. He lay relaxed, sipping a Tom Collins with a mint leaf floating in its froth, his red-headed, ivory-skinned wife beside him on the over-sized pillows strewn over the wall-to-wall carpet of his entertainment room. Like her husband, she wore only the sheerest and skimpiest clothing, choosing a black lace negligee for the evening's entertainment. Her exquisite, statuesque body was sensuously visible through the diaphanous fabric which, like Claudia herself had spent many a voyeuristic evening before the well hidden video screen of the room they lovingly called "the romper room". Her lipstick smeared lips twitched with excitement as she watched and listened to the intimate bedroom performance unfolding before her, while she gently stroked the great head of the prize-winning stud German Shepherd lying on the floor beside her. Like her husband, Claudia was revelling in the act of playing voyeur to their newly acquired guests' lovemaking.

"What an ass!" the powerfully built, grey-haired man hissed licentiously. "I have to hand it to you, Claudia. You weren't kidding when you said that scrawny kid would turn into a real looker. She's got it all, and that dumb ass boy friend of hers can't turn it on." He gave his thick cock an extra pull. "You ever see prettier boobs, or a smoother pair of thighs?" He stared for a moment and then shook his head incredulously. "Enough to make your mouth water."

"No kidding!" his majestically beautiful wife exclaimed with a sensual titter of her own. "Milt, I haven't seen you this hot after anything for a long time. Sure it doesn't bother you that it's your flesh-and-blood you're after?"

Milt rolled his head to gaze over at his voluptuous and rich mate, noting with an appraising lecherous eye the white, smooth flesh of one naked raised leg bent at the knee, and the full, rounded shapeliness of its firm thigh. The enticing display sent a ripple of lust from his groin to his belly and he felt his heavy cock lurch inside the robe. Hell, even at thirty-eight she could still put women half her age to shame with that body, he realised and on top of that she knew how to use it. They were the couple el perfecto, all right; one as lecherous as the other, with no holds barred. That meant extra-marital sex and anything in between.

… Not to mention their dog-loving clientele for whom they sired and raised specially trained German Shepherd with talents many humans didn't possess. If those parties weren't enough to keep her from masturbating, she always had the never-absent sire, Paps by her side, the dog that had initiated the idea of breeding and training dogs for lonely women and swinging parties.

"Don't tell me that sexy young body doesn't turn you on, Baby," Milt taunted pointing to his cock-free hand to the video screen. "You haven't taken your eyes off that screen for a second."

For a moment, Claudia didn't answer, not that his remark bothered her in the least, their shared understanding of varied sexual pleasure was too profound for such nonsense. The fact of the matter was that though that breathtaking niece… who at that present moment was gasping passionately over the speaker system as her young boy friend wormed his surprisingly thick, lengthy cock into her nakedly open little pussy… had inspired lascivious sensations down inside her own cunt at the mere sight of her delicious nakedness, it was the long-haired, youthful boy friend she couldn't keep her eyes from.

"She's yours for now, Baby," Claudia only replied as she continued to fondle and pet Paps' gallant-looking head. "It's that kid's long cock I'm interested in for now." With that, she raised her head, fluffing up the pillow beneath to better watch the erotically piquing intimacy taking place on the screen before them. "My God, you have to admit he's hung like a bull!" she exclaimed, her breath catching in her throat jealously as a low, deep-throated groan came over the sound system and she could see the full, blood-inflated head of the young boy's cock working sensuously at the thin, hair-lined pussy lips of his widespread girl friend.

In the bedroom, Toni gasped as the huge, excitedly pulsing tip penetrated the tight elasticised mouth of her pink cunt, visibly stretching the small, visibly quivering opening as it wormed its way into her with the help of Jeff's guiding hand.

"Ohhhhhh, God, Darling… It's so big… ohhhhhh," Toni's whimpering, almost breathless voice came with clarity through the speaker to the pair of lecherous voyeurs watching lustfully from their position on the floor. "Oh…ohhh pleeez… not too fast, baby… it hurts yet…" "The little cunt hasn't seen anything!" Milt rasped goatishly. "Wait till she gets a few inches of this baby crammed up into that little hole!"

Claudia was too mesmerised by the lust-arousing scene to drag her eyes from the screen, but she knew her husband had grasped his own massive cock and was stroking it, and then, subconsciously, she was aware of her slender hands arousing her own slowly swelling breasts, plucking at their hardened ruby-like nipples through the diaphanous film of her negligee while tiny butterfly-like sensations began to run rampant in her loins and belly. Beside her, Paps had gotten to his feet and was whining and staring at her because of the loss of her petting hand, but she temporarily paid him no heed.

God, there was something about that Jeff that drove her crazy! His cock alone would normally be enough… the young virile length and thickness of it, but there was more about him that seemed to kindle deeper sensations of desire than she'd known since she'd met Milt at a singles party. His roughly handsome face perhaps… or was it the lankiness of him, as her brother had been… Yes, that was it! God, he even resembled her brother in his younger incestuous years. That was the crux of it all! He was the image of her brother… the first male she had ever made love to, a night she could recall vividly after all these years; she had been fourteen at the time, but there had been many occasions… then he had fallen in love with some blonde bitch and that put an end to her incestuous career… just as the little niece of Milt's had done with this beautiful boy.