Daddy's Little Girl

Chapter 9

For a long period Dora Donovan just drove aimlessly around, her thoughts a myriad confusion of various things. For one thing she just couldn't seem to sort out her violent sexual reaction to the photograph of her friend Jane Hammond in a lewd relationship with that powerful German shepherd, its slick pink penis thrust deep in her sex-slickened ass-cheeks. Yet obviously it had thrilled her.

Dora sighed. It seemed scarcely credible that life could take such a turn.

Conservative, shy little Jane. Out of a Jekyl-and-Hyde transformation, into the brunette Marilyn Monroe, sultry, sexy, knowing exactly what she wanted and prepared to do anything to get it.

Dora looked down at her own voluptuous body, her breasts gradually subsiding from their uncontrollable excitement of a half hour before in Cantor's restaurant. She shivered involuntarily. What was wrong with her? She had the same sort of equipment as Jane. Her proportions had often been complimented and called beautiful by earnest swains – first when she was a teenager, and then later when, married to Guy, 'friends of the family' tried to put the make on her at the North Shore Country Club and elsewhere. Of course, she was always flattered by men's attentions, and not a little flirtatious and a bit of a tease in return on her own part. Still, she had never dreamed that she could get excited over anything except her wonderful husband Guy and his generously proportioned genitals.

So with all of her own generously rounded contours, said so often to be 'made for love,' why should she hesitate to use them in order to find physical satisfaction and quench this terrible, heedless burning sensation in her loins?

Why, indeed?

Yet at the same time that was not something that one could calculate mathematically in a civil engineering way. So many tons of concrete make so many buildings and so many orgasms, and so forth. No, love and sex was something that had to come naturally, from the bottom of one's heart.

The confused housewife looked around her. For some reason she had ended up at Eden Plaza alongside the big Carson Pirie store. She slowed into the parking lot after a careful left turn on Mannheim Road, then gradually came to a stop.

Settling down cozily in the seat, she sighed again for the millionth time and took out a cigarette. She lit up and blew broken smoke rings; Jane's had been solid and perfect. So even there, she was no competition now.

Where had she driven on this pleasant spring day? She couldn't remember exactly. Partly on Dempster Street after DelFarm, partly on the expressway. She couldn't remember exactly, because she had meandered quite a lot.

If only she could figure out who it was that Guy imagined himself carrying on with when they had intercourse.

But then that would solve nothing. There was, after all, no way of interfering with a man's thoughts if he wanted to think something.

For that matter, she could be entirely mistaken about the whole thing; imagining it, and then her useless accusations might ruin everything.

But she wasn't imagining her discomfiture and inability to achieve her usual heights of ecstasy. Whether Guy was thinking of someone else or not, or whether she was just imagining it, the fact still remained that her loins were becoming desperately unsettled.

So why couldn't she do as Jane had done? Find satisfaction, anywhere she could.

She was a human being and she had a right to it. Or was she going to have to go on imagining Brute every time she needed a climax?

Just then a pedigree German shepherd passed in front of the car, held severely on a leash by a rather overbearing looking woman. For no reason she was quite sure of, Dora instinctively slumped down in her seat.

The dog was just medium-sized. No match for her own dog Brute, of course, but there was a sort of sleek, masculine beauty about the way he held his handsome head on his strong, sturdy young neck.

Automatically, Dora found herself looking between his legs for his "equipment.

" Would they be as nice as Brute's was?

The commanding woman guiding him opened the car door not far from hers.

"Now, you naughty doggy," Dora overheard her say, "you must behave yourself.

Mama won't tolerate any more of that fooling around with young wives in the supermarket. Am I making myself clear?"

For answer – to Dora's amazement and excitement – the dog suddenly stuck its snout underneath the woman's dress and seemed to be nosing up inside there!

Dora gasped and held her throat. The woman staggered against the car, seemed to have difficulty getting her breath, and giggled nervously as a schoolgirl. The woman looked around anxiously as well, to see if anyone was looking. Dora slumped down further in her seat.

"Now, dear, you musn't do that! You know how that makes Mama feel! Stop immediately, darling! Ooooh, you dear you… but someone might be looking… hurry in the car dear and let's hurry home. Mama can't wait to get your big fat tongue on her juicy hot cunt! Now, get in the car!"

Dora gasped again, choked nervously on something which seemed to stick in her throat, and coughed awkwardly. Furious sensations assailed her.

She had to get home! A cold shower was just the thing! Somehow – anyhow – she had to break this tightly woven erotic thread which was threatening to strangle her in its rapidly closing vise-like grip!

Reaching home at last, the unsettled young redhead put the shopping listlessly on the kitchen table and laid down her purse. Then she trudged slowly upstairs, brushed her hand in back of her neck and up under her hair. Without thinking, she strolled to the bathroom, closed the door behind her and began taking off her clothes.

In another moment she was naked, and pausing to whirl before the various mirrors in the bathroom, she whipped her long dark auburn hair wildly about her milk-white shoulders. She cupped the heavy white mounds of her breasts in her hands and slowly, tantalizingly thumbed her nipples. What man could possibly fail to love those, she wondered? Guy had sucked on them for years without stop.

Still idly rubbing her naked flesh, she found herself wondering if the dog she saw in the parking lot at Carson's ever sucked and licked at his mistress' breasts. She imagined his lengthy red tongue streaking out – sending fierce rippling shivers all through the woman's tingling flesh…

Dora shivered herself. How had she gotten onto this? Thoughts of Brute this morning, then Jane's obscene – but fascinating – Polaroid snapshot, and finally the woman with that dog in the parking lot…

An involuntary quiver of desire broke through the young wife's entire voluptuous body. Abruptly, as if drawn by a magnet, she pressed her fingers hard inside the swollen lips of her hotly tingling pussy with a soft moan of ardent surrender. Just as abruptly, she gasped and drew them out. She had to get into the shower!

Occasionally as the needle spray – first hot then cold – prickled at her flushed and flaming flesh, she still retained some of that urgent desire, but gradually it tended to evaporate. Except for those moments when she unthinkingly soaped herself up between her legs as if to thoroughly wash out her cunt. Fortunately she managed to catch herself in time, however. She didn't want to fall into that obscene trap of masturbatory lust, and swore that she would resist it with everything in her.

At long last Dora managed to regain some kind of control over her over- excited body. Turning off the shower, she stepped out of it and began narcissistically toweling her voluptuous contours, fondling her nakedly glistening flesh just a little more affectionately with a rough cloth than she should have.

And then she heard it. A soft kind of mewling, partly pleading, begging, half-crazed under some sort of torment. A chill of primitive fear raced through her. What was going on in her house!?

Wrapping the bath towel loosely around her breasts and buttocks, water still dripping from her hair-thick pubic "vee," she flung off her shower cap and raced into the hall.

"Oooooooh, please… oh no… please don't… OH GOD!"

It was June! In some kind of trouble! But where was she? Visions of a half-crazed murderer with her beautiful blonde daughter at his lecherous mercy raced through Dora's excited mind. She had to find her!

"Darling… ooooooh that's it, lover… oh darling… Goooooooood… just slide it into me lover… ooooohhhhhh…"

It was coming from June's bedroom!… But the words had altered so that now it was evident that June was not in danger – she was misbehaving, probably with some boy she had brought home from school! That little hussy! Dora would show her! Mortified by what she assumed to be twelve year old indiscretion, she hurried down the corridor to June's room.

Seething with rage, June's mother paused before the door, through which she could hear the continuing and fiercely rousing sounds of young lust being fulfilled.

"Darling… oh yes… that's it… oh darling… I love you… fuck me… darling…"

Fuck her? Dora had assumed she had stumbled on merely a hot petting session, but this was too much. June was only twelve years old! At the very least she could have the decency to hold onto her virginity at least a little longer! But to do it right here in her own home…! Furious, Dora pushed open the door ahead of her.

And froze with heart-stopping shock right where she stood!

For there, in the middle of June's frilly little-girl bed, was her beautiful blonde daughter crouching on all fours, her long hair hanging forward around her face and down onto the bed, her ripely developing breasts brushing against the coverlet – while in back of her, accompanied by ecstatic mewling whimpers and sighs from both parties, was the family dog Brute, his heavy forepaws on her pale smooth back, his red tongue hanging loosely out of his mouth, as his huge, shining animal-cock slid with a soft obscene sucking sound in and out of June's tight little cunt!

Dora clutched at the door, afraid for the moment that she was going to swoon away into a dead faint. This… this was too much…

The bath towel fell away from her opulent flesh and her skin began to cool over-fast, covering quickly with goose bumps. Her glazed, unbelieving eyes fastened breathlessly on the amazing lewd sight taking place on her own darling little daughter's bed. She couldn't tear her eyes away. The lewd thought of this powerful German shepherd fucking into her naked and defenseless young daughter who was quaking on the bed with each violent animal thrust between her thighs, sent shivers of erotic sensuality coursing madly down Dora's spine. Yet her eyes glued to the lewd scene, unable to shift for a single instant. The evil fascination of June's depraved ravishment held her glued to the spot and unable to breathe, and up between her trembling thighs, the lips of her own vagina throbbed relentlessly, fast becoming gorged with blood and desire. Tiny pulsations of sensual need spread electrically through the small swollen bud of her clitoris and she bit her lower lip tightly to hold back the forbidden sensations which were now assaulting her aching loins.

Could this really be her sweet blonde June, bent over so obscenely on all fours with their huge watchdog mounted on the softly spread rounds of her buttocks, his glistening penis sliding slickly in and out of her virginal vagina? Before her very eyes, that shining, scarlet instrument slipped in and out of the hot wet sheath between June's legs, occasionally pulling all the way out to disclose its dripping, tapered head. Then June would moan with lust and wiggle her buttocks back onto it. The tapered point slipped and danced in her hot, moist anal crevice as Brute jerked, trying in vain to bury his glittering penis in her hot young body once more.

June looked back sobbing, oblivious to anything else except the intense need to recapture that lengthening shaft of animal hardness deep in her wanting cunt.

Like a bitch in heat she bucked back against her pet, but the sharp cock-tip missed momentarily, then slid upward at a sharp, deadly angle, through her ass-cheeks, toward the snug little pucker of her anus. Then it righted itself and plunged deep, deep into June's pleading vagina, eliciting a cry from the helpless young blonde child that was partly agony and partly excruciated delight.

Then Brute began fucking into her generously with great speed, his sperm-bloated crevice swatting softly underneath into her sensitive hair-fringed pussy crevice, rubbing against his twelve year old blonde mistress's tiny clitoris and drawing increased moans of lust from her lips with every last sway and nudge.

The hot red glow of his jabbing penis contrasted sharply with the fevered pink flesh of June's passion-inflamed cunt, and watching from the doorway, Dora found herself unable to breathe, although she snorted hoarsely. Something was taking violent hold of her. It was as if she were the person being so furiously fucked by their handsome German shepherd… yes, as if she were the one who had Brute's powerful cock sliding oh so wonderfully in and out, in and out… of her cunt… or… or even her anus…

Dora moaned and her nostrils flared, her fingers sliding purposefully lower across her belly towards the soft, tangled "vee" of hair between her weak and tremulous legs…

The huge dog was bucking madly into her beautiful daughter now, although his eyes occasionally glanced at Dora. His tongue, shining with saliva, lolled lasciviously out of his slavering head. His huge cudgel looked bloated and much too great for June's tender virginal pussy to take, but there was no doubt that the twelve year old blonde was taking it, moaning all the I while with increased delirium with each wonderfully savage thrust. It slithered forward with a wet lewd rush until it was sunk to the hilt, Brute's hairy balls swinging below her passion-moistened pubic hair and slapping at her clitoris as if spanking her. A moan of tremulous lust broke from June's lips, and she moved rhythmically backwards to meet the loving thrust of the panting dog. As his forelegs trapped her wasp-like waist, she began to undulate her body and move her buttocks in licentious little circles, abandoning herself totally to the delicious animal fucking she was receiving from behind. When her face turned sidewise, it was evident to Dora that her daughter was really and truly in love enjoying this obscene bestiality.

But then… could she blame June? Her lovely young features were so contorted with rapture from the delicious screwing the beast was having in her, and her soft-fleshed young breasts danced crazily beneath her writhing torso, moving in time to the dog's deep-skewering member as it slid far up into her from behind, a relentless hot poker of flesh burying itself deeply into her lust-churned belly.

Dora's breath was coming in tight, sharply punctuated little gasps and the burning sensation bubbling in her stomach and breasts had expanded wildly in maddening intensity with each moment she watched her beautiful blonde daughter being ravished by her animal lover. Her naked flesh was fairly dripping perspiration in the musky, close room as her fingers began to wander, unheeded within the soft wet lips of her love- starved pussy. A trickle of perspiration ran down from her navel and became lost in the tight russet curls of her pubic hair. The moist, hair-lined flanges of her throbbing cunt felt as if they had been stuffed into a live light socket, they tingled so. She bit harder on her lower lip, but all control was swiftly fading.

The aroused mother's forehead was covered with tiny sparkling beads of perspiration, and another trickle ran down the valley between lush, succulent full breasts, which felt ripe as tropical fruit in the middle of July. Her nerves felt shattered and her mind whirled with indecision. She knew that she must do something, but it was by far too late, for she knew as well that now her body and its mindless lusts had taken command, and pushed her brain with all if its stern moral compunctions deeply into the background. Her belly was tingling with electricity and she could feel the seeping wetness between her thighs increasing with each long moment she stood here watching. The blood was rushing in her ears like a mighty river unleashed through a break in an earthen dam. No feeling in her life had ever effected her like this before.

Up on the bed, her daughter's obscenely swaying body moved beneath the savage onslaught of Brute's penile charge as he humped the kneeling girl without stop.

And she appeared to have gone totally out of her mind now, moaning out lewd encouragement to him through fearsomely clenched teeth. She was begging the dumb beast to fuck her harder and faster and to spew his boiling animal cum deep inside her cunt. She was begging that she wanted to be filled to the brim with his canine sperm and that in her madness for him that was all that mattered. To all intents June appeared to be no longer even human, but just a quivering youthful mass of lust-deranged, sweating flesh pleading to be subjugated by the animal behind her. She was reveling in her humiliation before this furry beast, and grinding her buttocks back agonizingly against his hairy jerking body like a bitch in heat.

Dora watched in abject fascination. Tiny rivulets of moisture were building in the curvaceous cleft of June's rotating young buttocks.

They glistened and tiny droplets ran slowly down the backs of her thighs almost to the swelling half-moons of her well-shaped calves.

And on the other side of the room, Dora's large, budding nipples tingled with aroused sensuality and her fingers were filling up with secretion from her sex-drugged vagina. Guilty pleasure throbbed and bubbled without pause through her seductive flesh without pause. Her eyes riveted hotly on June and Brute's unnatural coupling – her two children panting with furious unconcealed lust and devotion for one another. The flood between her thighs was sticky and warm, and she closed her eyes tightly and gave herself over completely to the rolling sensations of pleasure coursing so urgently, commandingly through her flaming loins. It was almost as if Brute were fucking her now, too… she could almost feel his penis hot up inside her, all warm and thick and slippery, rolling around… A gush of shame broke through her at the waves of indecent pleasure which had so effectively eliminated all impulse to move.

God, what should she do? What could she do? This was sheer lunacy!

Her own invading fingers probed lingeringly, maddeningly at the soft moist flesh of her desire-swollen cuntal walls. Her lust-moisture now covered the palm of her hand almost completely, and her own fingers moving in tight little circles inside her body was driving her out of her mind. The fire raging in her savagely contracting vagina was out of control by far. And the sight of her gorgeous blonde daughter being buffeted into the squeaking mattress by the huge German shepherd, being skewered without mercy, and loving it, was just too much for the sex- hungry mother to take!

Then suddenly, up there on the bed, June suddenly began sobbing her heart out, twisting her head wildly from side to side to make her long golden tresses fly about her shoulders. And then Dora recognized what was happening.

June was in the beginning throes of an orgasm. Which was why the ecstatic pre-teen was screwing her buttocks back on Brute's invading shaft with such frenetic greediness. With her honey-blonde hair flying around, she looked like a she-demon going insane for sex, as the giant animal's tongue lolled from his mouth and he fucked up between her quivering thighs from behind. Saliva dripped from his open mouth onto the cream-like expanse of her smooth young back.

"Rip me! Tear me! DARLING!" June whined, ramming back wildly against the humping dog just as he jerked forward and Dora's eyes widened – because she could tell with heart-stopping certainty that now Brute was reaching climax, too. His haunches seemed to be shuddering, and then his cock was spitting white-hot semen in hard spurts deep into June's ardently clasping young cunt.

Dora watched in drugged fascination from the bedroom doorway, her own fingers moving faster as June's shapely young buttocks began contracting uncontrollably, signaling the child's orgiastic upheaval deep in her quivering belly. The German shepherd's thick white cum oozed wetly and lewdly from her tightly clasping vagina squeezing desperately around his penis, then ran down the ivory columns of her thighs. Her buttocks glistened, displaying cum-soaked pubic hair and tender ravaged pink flesh as she suddenly pitched forward on her face into a lazy, post-orgasmic doze.

Brute's deflating penis slipped from her mercilessly mauled passageway with a sucking noise that echoed lewdly through the panting silence of the bedroom.

June appeared to be out cold, while her animal dominator stood above her wagging his tail with patent appreciation. In a final act of depravity he dropped his snout to her widespread thighs and licked at the sticky white semen oozing back out of her still quivering young cunt, gulping it down hungrily until she was licked clean.

And then – and then he turned to look at Dora…