Daddy's Little Girl

Chapter 8

"Well, you may remember, dear, how I used to be," Jane looked at her significantly. "Rather ungainly and ill-at-ease among people. A dutiful wife who wouldn't have dreamed of ever entertaining a naughty thought, let alone carrying on with another man."

"Yes, go on."

"Well, this was all well and good so long as there was no pressure for me to change. I performed – let's say I acquiesced – in all my sexual duties just as a good wife should and as I expected Jack expected me to."

"What then happened?"

"Let me finish. All right then, so there I was being the perfect demure little home help. And all the time it wasn't what Jack wanted at all!"

Dora looked down at her hands. And maybe she wasn't what Guy wanted anymore, either. He was thinking of someone else. Where had she gone wrong? "How did you find out?" she asked quietly.

Jane shrugged. "Well, there was no mystery about it – Jack simply came and told me." Dora's eyes widened. "He told you?"

"Yes, my dear. He said quite bluntly – and rightly, too, I realize now from hindsight – that I was not satisfactory in bed, and that he wondered if I would like to make a new arrangement with our lives."

"What – what did you say to that?" Dora breathed, mesmerized by the turn their conversation was taking.

"Well, I was mortified by this amazing disclosure, but at the same time I wasn't quite sure what he meant. I asked him to explain – which he did by taking out a walletful of obscene pictures showing people photographed in the most bizarre sexual situations one can imagine."

"Jack did that?" Dora gasped, remembering little Jack Hammond and his funny walk which was more like a waddle. Imagine, him, a sexual athlete! A debauchee!

"Yes – and then he suggested that he needed only my agreement in order to gain membership for us in a very exclusive swap club which many of our friends on the North Shore already belonged to."

Dora's breath was coming in primitive little pants now, her lust- infused breasts throbbing and heaving with emotion, her nostrils flaring, her loins all aflutter with something unmentionable. "You refused, of course."

"Of course, my dear." Jane patted her hand. Then she shook her pretty brunette head. "But that wasn't the end of it, of course. Needless to say, I was shocked out of my prim little wits by Jack's licentious proposal, but once I had gasped out my instinctive rejection of it – as fascinated as I was by the photographs he showed me of swap club behavior – he was content to withdraw for the time being."

Jane put out her cigarette after blowing one last smoke ring. Then she carefully removed the spent butt, dropped it into an ashtray, and dropped the cigarette holder into her handbag. She looked briefly across the table at Dora, who, despite the air conditioning in Cantor's, was feeling unseasonably warmish and shifting uncomfortably in her chair. Jane took another sip of coffee and went on:

"But that was far from being the end of it. As you know, we have been childless thus far. Consequently it was not long before he was suggesting that we adopt a foster child. This seemed to me a civic- spirited suggestion, and I agreed, hoping that with a child in the house I could win back Jack's devotion."

Jane smiled felinely as she remembered, and Dora wondered what irony it was that could produce such a strange smile.

Jane continued, her eyes turning very smoky with remembrance, "Except that the child he selected was a devilishly good-looking Mexican boy of about fourteen.

I was never sure about what Juan's problem at home was, but it couldn't have been his looks. Mmmm, he had dark flashing eyes with long jet black lashes, thick curly black hair all over his head that always seemed to be wet and shining, and that gorgeous olive complexion noted to Latin lovers. And his body was so gorgeous, Dora, you can't imagine. All lines and planes and angles and hard muscle and bone. A washboard stomach. Just like the sort of thing you imagine in a youth. He had the build of a high diver, which – heh heh – he was"

A bittersweet, involuntary shiver rippled through Dora's sensitive sex- starved flesh and the triangular world of her loins swam with sensation. This was Jane, her good friend, talking, intimating that… oh my God… she didn't… not with a young boy like that… ohh…

"Well, you can guess the rest. Before very long I became hopelessly enamored of Juan. I couldn't keep my eyes from his magnificently sexy body, or keep from eyeing that gorgeous young face of his, with its beautifully kissable lips.

True, he was just a boy, and I was a mature woman, but this only made the attraction greater. Ah, I used to watch him walking out back to the pool, the pouch in his tight black swim suit really bulging with masculinity. After awhile I was snorting like a bitch in heat if he so much as looked at me.

"Don't look at me with such dismay, darling. You've never had to live under the same roof with a boy as handsome as that. Believe me, if you did, you'd sing a different tune. In a few months time he had really gotten under my skin, and he knew it, because one afternoon he came home from school and right into the kitchen, where he pushed his hands under my armpits and just grabbed my breasts. Well, you know, I've got plenty in the tits department, and I almost swooned, honest to God. He squeezed my breasts and licked my neck and must have played with my titties for a good ten minutes before I could bring myself to push him away."

"What – what did he say when you resisted?" Dora asked chokingly.

Jane shrugged. "Oh, he didn't say anything." Then her eyes gleamed.

"But then that night I heard him crying in the night. Jack was dead asleep, and I thought to myself, 'I've got to help that poor boy,' and I went to his room to see what was the matter. I thought maybe it had something to do with his terrible home life before he'd come to live with us. Anyway, I had scarcely sat down on the bed before he grabbed me and pulled me down into his wiry strong brown arms. Darling, what a kiss! The sheet fell away and he was naked underneath, and his cock was just immense! He had the most beautiful equipment I'd ever seen in my life!"

Dora gasped and snorted. She could feel her cunt cringing as if a man were lewdly fingering it. The man's finger was still working its way slowly up inside, and she pressed her thighs tightly together. She wanted to say something, anything, but she felt as if she'd been struck dumb.

Jane sighed. "Well, I guess I just lost my head. I started sucking on his beautiful young cock to beat the band, and in a matter of seconds darling I must have swallowed a whole mouthful of sticky sweet cum, darling. Mmmm, what a boy!" Her nostrils flared and her eyes rolled.

"Then, of course, I was all the way gone. He sucked on my titties and then (she lowered her voice to a whisper) I fucked him riding up and down on top of him.

After that he ate my cunt, honest to God, just licked it all out, and chewed on it, and stuffed his finger up my ass – - he fucked that later too – and then after that we tried a lot of different things. I tell you, with a teenage boy your staying problems are over!"

"Staying problems?"

"Yes, you know. A teenager hardly ever loses his hard-on. He can fuck you ten times a night and never notice it. After his fourteenth orgasm he might grunt and look a little tired, but he'll still go a long time, believe me. No early fainting like with the average husband. You do understand, don't you, Dora?"

Dora nodded dumbly and gulped, her heart racing out of control beneath her heaving breasts upon which the nipples had already popped into hardened, sensitive life. "Yes, yes," she croaked huskily, "I-I understand."

Jane put her hand over hers and smiled. "I knew you would, dear." She settled back and played with her platinum bracelet. "Of course, this is just the first part of the story – because after we had been fucking and sucking and licking for about three hours – imagine, I thought I was going in there only to comfort him, ha! – it turns out that Jack had been photographing us from the bathroom the whole while! Now I couldn't refuse to go swapping with him or he could blackmail me to our friends – but that didn't matter, anyway, because Juan had opened my eyes. It didn't matter that he'd been paying Juan all along and that it had been a put-up job. Now all I wanted was sex anyway. So we had a swinging menage a trois…"

"A what?"

"Menage a trois – that's French for triple fucking and sucking and everything else – and after that I was really prepared to go along with anything. I was hooked, believe me." Jane picked up her handbag and began rummaging through it.

"Here, maybe I have some photos you could look at – you'll see what I mean…

Now, where did I put those"

Dora put a hand to her throat and looked around the restaurant with startled eyes similar to those of a partridge uncovered by a hunter in tall grass.

Besides everything, Jane's lewd description of her fall from grace had set up a furious turmoil in the love-starved redhead's loins. Suck, fuck, all those filthy words she had been taught to avoid… fucking in the ass… oh God, this was dreadful… disgusting… and yet… and yet…

"Oh, here they are," Jane gloated, taking the pictures out of her purse. She thumbed through them briefly, sighing nonchalantly, "Of course, these are mainly Polaroids from swapping. I see I don't have any of Juan. What a pity.

Such a beautiful boy, too. Well, have a look at these, dear, and tell me what you think."

A sharp steel band seemed to be cutting with evil pressure into Dora's forehead on a line just above her eyebrows. Her eyes widened until there was a full circle of white around the edges. Her nostrils breathed hotly, her mouth partly open, as she accepted the photographs and dazedly began to thumb through them.

And there it was – the most ghastly scenes a middle-class mind could possibly imagine! Jane Hammond in lewd embrace with any number of strange men, being fornicated with their slick shining penises buried deep within the soft black curl-covered mound of her moist pubic hair, or her mouth wrapped around their penises, devouring, sucking on them… and her husband Jack was there too, having intercourse with some gorgeous young redhead, or brunette, or blonde, or … having his penis sucked by them… or sucking on their large, their medium, their small hard breasts… or licking tantalizingly between the glistening folds of their wide-splayed cunts…

And then suddenly there was a photograph peeping out of the group so startlingly obscene in its display that it made all the rest of them pale by comparison. Dora gasped and put her hand to her throat, dropping the rest of the pictures to the table and floor. Jane exclaimed something and bent ungracefully to retrieve them. Curious glances were being shot their way from the other tables.

"Jane… Jane…" Dora breathed brokenly, "what… what is that…" She held the photograph up limply in her trembling hand.

Jane peered over and around at it, shuffling the other pictures and dropping them negligently into her purse.

"That, dear? Why, that's Shep, the Carter's dog. You remember them – from Sunnyvale Avenue in the oak-tree belt. Handsome, isn't he?"

Dora gulped. Her eyes fastened unbelievingly on the amazing scene in the photograph. So far as she could tell – as much as her middle-class brain cried out that it simply could not be true – her fiercely pounding heart was telling her that this picture depicted a real-life photograph, not a montage, of Jane Hammond being fornicated in her anus by a large, powerful German shepherd, its sleek brown coat shining, its long pink tongue hanging out of its smartly good-looking face, its forepaws mounted on Jane's bare milky white back. And once that had registered, the shocked woman tried to grasp the rest of it, for there was not merely naked Jane Hammond and the dog in the picture… for Jane was also sucking on a man's penis, very large and heavily swollen with blood-engorged blue veins, while still a third party – he looked like a twelve year old boy, very blonde and blue-eyed, was lying on his back underneath Jane's hanging breasts and sucking on one of them while he squeezed the other.

Time seemed to stand still as Dora struggled wretchedly to classify the amazing scene that was so clearly catalogued before her in blazing Technicolor. Her mind and senses could not immediately grasp it. She stared at the photograph with the same fascination a rabbit shows for the hypnotizing cobra, and with the same concentration of mental effort. She struggled to analyze, to classify, to categorize, just what was going on. But none of it resembled in the remotest sense anything else she had ever witnessed in her entire sexual life, having been confined as it was to just one man, her husband Guy Donovan.

Her breasts heaved with emotion, the triangle of her mature, hair- fluffed pussy felt as if it were being stabbed with tiny needles. There was Jane Hammond, the dog panting above and behind her, its long red penis shining with something sticky and wet as it obviously slid in and out of her nether hole or wherever it was – perhaps it was actually sliding in and out of her cunt, but with a two-dimensional photo it was hard to tell – the man's lust-inflated member all thick and shining with white milky cum echoing slightly from the edges of Jane's hungrily sucking lips… her long black hair falling out over-her back and sides… the boy sucking on her enormous breasts…

Dora closed her eyes and felt slightly faint. Her loins were literally swarming with sensations both warm and honeyish at the same time. In another moment she felt as if she might swoon… and then it came… the abrupt tickling of her pussy by someone's insolent finger through the side elastic of her thin white panties! Only this time it was for real! "Why -Jane! What are you doing?"

Jane smiled innocently from across the table, perfectly composed. A casual observer wouldn't have had any idea that her hand was beneath the table, one finger tickling maddeningly at the center of her friend's vulnerable pubic region.

"Just seeing if you were turned on, darling." She withdrew her hand and placed it on the coffee cup with the other. Her index finger shone wetly at its tip where it had teased the lips of Dora's urgently seething pussy. "I see that you are." She bent her head slyly to the coffee cup, continuing to watch Dora.

"Why, I…" Dora attempted to protest, but it came out very weak indeed.

Jane's finger had pushed the urgency in her loins past the danger point. Her breathing seemed to be coming very fast. She glanced downward and found her breasts swelling very firmly against the ordinarily shapeless Monday dress, wondering why they were aching so – was it the intense erotic pressure generated by the lewd photographs Jane had so casually passed to her? Now her morning orgasm had been really totally forgotten beneath the heady onslaught of the urgent hedonistic sensations promulgated via Jane's Polaroids. And that dog – God! Despite her best control and intentions, the sight of the German shepherd's sex-slickened shaft impaled within Jane's nether cheeks was probably the sexiest thing she had ever seen.

Of course, one occasionally heard people making jokes about human beings having relations with good-looking masculine animals like German shepherds, but she had always tacitly assumed that this was mere legend and talk. Dreams in the night – or nightmares. One thought of the horned-headed satyrs with torsos like men set on horses' bodies. And dogs, of course. Beasts of the field.

But here, in Evanston? Wilmette, the North Shore? It seemed scarcely believable.

"You don't believe it, do you?" Jane asked after an almost-tangible silence, leaning back in her chair and looking at her old girl friend.

She smiled, "More to the point, you don't want to believe it – that a woman could really go out of her mind being fucked by a dog."

Fucked by a dog. That phrase stuck heatedly in Dora's sex-parched brain. What would it be like… to actually have that bright pink-red penis sliding as slickly in and out of one's vagina… cuntal walls clutching hungrily at it … grasping it… as it passed achingly, agonizingly on through… And then she remembered… remembered what it was that had finally accomplished her orgasm with Guy that very morning. In the heat and anxiety of everything else, coupled with ever- present necessity of running the household, she had totally forgotten.

But it had actually been the thought and remembered vision in her lust- craving head of their powerful pet brute fucking hard into that other dog in the park …

"You can't believe that a woman could actually enjoy it, can you?" Jane was repeating, leaning across the table with her heavily rounded breasts ballooning out over the edge beneath her tight-fitting suit and sweater. "Can't believe how wonderful it would be to have a dog's penis inside of your cunt instead of a man's… can't believe what a wonderful, soul-rending shag it could be to have a dog fucking you… because a dog is the fastest animal alive, believe me… and once you've been fucked with one you don't want anything else… positively searing… in your asshole or your cunt, baby, believe me… I know… you don't have time for inhibitions or thinking about your position, or considering mentally whether or not you're enjoying it or going to enjoy it… because a dog won't let you… doesn't give you that kind of time… won't give you a single instant's respite… because he just keeps fucking you to beat the band without stop… faster than Guy… faster than anything you ever had in your life… reams out your entire soul… it's nothing you can implore or control… you have to either swim with it and enjoy it or go stark out of your mind…"

Her lust-inciting words droned on and on. Dora felt as if she were being carried away on an inexorable tide of emotion. If this had been a strange man using such filthy words with her, she would have called for a policeman. But this was one of her best friends, Jane Hammond. She had known Jane ever since they were small girls together in kindergarten, when her name had been Jane Marshall. And now it was her beloved Jane mouthing these sickening – yet fearfully exciting – imprecations over and over and over… not some street slut, or some sex maniac, but ordinary, middle class Jane Hammond… uttering these obscene sexy phrases that Dora couldn't even bring herself to repeat under any circumstance… Jane Hammond, her beloved friend… a woman of good character and background her own age… of presumably the same needs and desires, the same satisfactions… a person of greater similarity could not be imagined… same background… same voluptuous body yearning to break free of the dreadful taboos and inhibitions which so wound up tightly their every day lives so that one could scarcely move, or speak, or think, or enjoy… Jane Hammond… who had been made love to by a dog, a huge menacing-looking German shepherd very similar to her beloved muscular and powerful Brute, whom she had loved ever since he was a puppy… and thereby indulging in the most obscene act that the mind of man – or woman – could conceive.

Uttering a stifling little sob of indeterminate origin, Dora suddenly leapt to her feet and made for the door as swiftly as she could. Within her massive heaving breasts her heart pounded erratically like an African tom-tom, drowning her ears in sound. She had to get out – out – anywhere! But away from this terrible thing which was threatening to consume her, this dreadful itching and burning sensation in her loins which was half driving her out of her mind!

Anywhere, but out! Away!

And this was the sight that the shocked Jane Hammond saw as she looked after her swiftly departing friend as she moved like a voluptuous wraith among the unseen tables of Cantor's Delicatessen and finally out into the sunlit street, hurrying off at a frantic pace towards her car.

A lushly proportioned woman with long russet auburn hair and flushed red cheeks, her shapely breasts rubbing in excited unrest against the inadequate confines of her thin spring shift. And that was the last she saw of her old friend.

But Jane Hammond smiled to herself as she turned to finish her coffee and enjoy another long, lingering cigarette.

Because she knew without a doubt what the outcome was going to be of all of Dora's frenetic activity and rush for the fresh open air.

It was inevitable.