Uncnown - The Widow_s Companion

She looked guiltily out of the corner of her eye at the Carters to make sure they hadn't noticed; apparently they hadn't. Mr. Carter appeared to be dragging heavily on his cigarette, and his eyes seemed rather glazed. Dominique was lying back on the chaise lounge with Handsome nuzzling up between her legs as she stroked his furry ears. The older woman's evening gown had slipped up so that her sleek firm thighs were visible above the tops of her sheer nylon stockings. Even in this dim light Ellen could make out the white band of her panties. Dominique seemed unaware of her almost indecent exposure. Her mouth was open with intoxicated rapture as Handsome licked along her naked flesh and her dreamy glazed over eyes studied the action on the screen.

Ellen leaned back against the couch, careful not to break contact with the edge of the cushion pressed so snugly into the heated wet crevice up between her fevered young thighs, and found Mr. Carter's fatherly arm behind her, waiting. She relaxed against it with a pleasant, secured sigh and made no protest as Maxwell's hand came to rest casually on her budding left breast. It was wonderful to have real parents and a real father again, she thought. The Carters made all of life and every day exciting.

The older man pushed the sweet-tasting cigarette between her lips, and she took a more careful drag on it than she had last time, so that she didn't cough at all, but, instead, felt rather like giggling. The rich, masculine scent of Maxwell's cologne filled her nostrils, making her loins squirm even more. It had a rich, heady, suggestive odor, and she snuggled backward into his arm unthinkingly.

Now the girl on the screen appeared to be writhing with uncontrollable lasciviousness on the big bed, as though she were being attacked by some unseen lover. She had placed the picture of the dog on the bedside table, and both her hands were running over her body as though out of control, her fingertips dancing over her taut little belly and coming to rest together at the "vee" of her hair-covered loins. She groaned as her fingers contacted the moistly glistening slit up between her thighs, and pulled her knees up, her toes curling tightly into the mattress. Then she straightened her legs like two beautifully carved alabaster columns, letting them fall wide open to reveal the pink little furrow between. Her fingers moved into her fleshy vaginal lips and spread them apart slowly until the wet pinkness was fully visible surrounding the hungrily opening cuntal mouth. The half-moons of her rounded buttocks shone with sweat which ran down the crevice between her ass-cheeks. Her tiny anus nestled quietly, but invitingly beneath the swollen cuntal lips.

Ellen gasped with disbelief as the girl slowly inserted her outstretched middle finger into her visibly throbbing pussy furrow, stroking the tiny bud-like clitoris to a quivering erectness. Mr.

Carter squeezed her breast tightly as if to reassure her, but, instead, this only made Ellen's breathing come faster. She was embarrassed and afraid to look at him. It was shameful of her, but his hand seemed only to be increasing the fluttering sensation of excitement in her loins.

She was convinced she had inherited this evil from her mother. How could she ever look the wonderful and respectable Carters in the eye again? She had to get a hold on herself.

But now she was hypnotized into immobility as the sensuous movements of the naked young girl on the bed increased and her probing fingers worked themselves inside the pink flesh of her tight little cunt, slowly widening those seeping vaginal lips. A moment later, she slipped her index finger in alongside her middle one and began fucking them eagerly in and out of her stretched cuntal opening. Almost frantically, her legs jack-knifed backward until her knees pressed against her flattened breasts and her nakedly squirming ass-cheeks rose and fell in response to her thrusting fingers. The red-headed teenager's facial muscles contorted as she added another finger to the two already in her tight young cunt and, clenching her teeth, rammed all three into the hungry pink folds of pussy flesh. They disappeared with a loud sucking noise, and a soft purr of pleasure whispered from the girl's open throat.

Ellen tensed with shock, her mouth gaping open in astonishment, and it was only Mr. Carter's firm grip on her outsized young breasts that kept her fleeing from the room. She knew that she should leave right now, but, at the same time, she felt too weak to tear herself away.

Maxwell put the drugged cigarette between her lips again, and once more she drew on it deeply. Her feverishly pulsing loins and mind seemed to swim with vague, undefined warmish desires. She wanted to flee, but she wanted to stay, too. She wanted… oh, she didn't know what she wanted.

Maxwell Carter made her take another sip of champagne. It was difficult to be sure, but it seemed as if his hand had begun a gentle kneading of her pulsating breast. A passion of indefinable desire was raging out of control up between her legs, and she felt so strange that she wanted to rip off all her clothes… do something!

Abruptly, she realized she felt the same as the young girl in the film must feel. Up there, the other teenager on the screen now seemed to have become possessed. Her eyes and teeth were clenched tightly as she writhed in complete wantonness beneath her own fingers, fucking eagerly in and out of the wetly glistening hole up between her legs. The lewd, rapid rhythm drove grunts of pleasure and sighs of delight from deep in her lust-constricted chest as her fingers sank into the tight pink opening, making moist sucking sounds when they withdrew, only to be thrust back in again and again.

Her face was mottled as she strained for orgasm and she groaned with sexual frustration as her fingers plunged deeper and deeper into her teenage little cunt. Her reddish chestnut hair lolled from side to side in a gorgeous mass beneath her straining face as she arched her back and buttocks up off the bed…

And then Ellen's eyes widened dramatically and her awe-struck mouth dropped open, her jaw helplessly slack. For, entering the film suddenly from one side of the screen was the most powerful-looking German shepherd she had ever seen in her life…

The girl in the motion picture screamed as she saw the dog, her eyes widening in terror. She tried to lower her legs and roll off the bed, but the enormous German shepherd growled menacingly, and she froze with her fingers still deeply embedded within her passion-drenched pussy, her thighs spread wide and her knees almost touching her large, upthrusting young breasts.

"Rex!" she cried, her lower lip trembling. "You knew Shep is away, you bad dog! And you're his brother, too. You should be ashamed of yourself!"

But the huge dog made another guttural noise, and the helpless redheaded teenager quivered with fear. The dog's great panting head, its long red tongue lolling out mindlessly, was only moments above her defenseless upturned loins.

Ellen gasped as the gigantic animal bounded onto the bed. She grabbed Carter's arm tightly, scarcely noticing the dig of his fingers into the softness of her quivering young breasts. The dog's ardent rush frightened her to death.

"Oh… no! Mr. Carter," she breathed huskily, "What's he going to do to the poor girl?"

"You'll see," her protector grinned. "You'll see, child. But don't be frightened. Because she's going to love it. You'll see! Rex is a welltrained dog, and he's always kind to little girls."

Ellen felt desperately that she ought to leave, but a shivering lassitude had swept through her trembling legs, and she was afraid that she would be unable to stand. At the same time, the sheer helplessness of the girl lying with fear beneath the ferociously snarling dog was fascinating for some reason understood only in the fiery pit of her stomach. She felt a surge of emotion within her churning belly that was totally unlike any other feeling she had ever known before. It was as if her wetly throbbing vagina was full of butterflies. The lewd thought of this monstrous beast doing whatever he wanted to the naked, defenseless girl sent shivers of revulsive curiosity tingling electrically through her virginal thirteen year old flesh, and goose pimples erupted all over on her ordinarily satin-smooth skin.