Mom and her dog

CHAPTER THREE

"Gonna… oh God, can't…"

Traci felt herself teetering on the brink of orgasm. Her tongue was writhing against his like a snake, fencing to show him her needs. She sucked and tongued at the same time, drawing his lips into her mouth. She felt the inner edges of his teeth. When Don started groaning loudly she speared the tip of her tongue into the soft tissues under his tongue. The young man went wild, glad to know he'd turned the reluctant virgin into a hot slut.

"Go for it, baby, go for it," Don panted.

Traci forgot about everything except the intense pounding in her cunt. She swiveled, pressing her ass up, then letting it fall back to the soaked sheets only to throw it back up again. Her large ass muscles cramped along with those of her calves while their sweaty bodies slicked and slapped together. Every time the girl curled forward, sliding down onto his cock, she couldn't believe there was more of it. But Don kept feeding her his cockmeat, filling her so much and so hard the girl wondered if she'd be able to taste his cum when it shot out. Ohhh, how good it was to feel that long bar of prick reaching deeper into her body.

"Inghhh!"

Traci moaned louder, the need for air making her pull her mouth from his. The big man eased his fingers around his cock, toying with her cuntlips, flicking against her clit. Traci nearly pissed from excitement when she felt his callused fingers toying with her pussy. She arched her back again, grinding her clit against him, loving the sensation of stretching in her cunt.

Every bump of her cunt against his meat sent the sexual feeling higher. The girl was growing more wild, more uncontrollable. She dripped sweat, the salty stinging in her eyes and nose adding to her excitement.

"Fuck it out, baby…"

Traci was all the way down on his cock now. She could feel her cunt sheath being forced up by the long prick. She was moving her ass in tight, frantic circles, feeling his cock stirring her insides like a big spoon. The mass of tension in her belly was ballooning out now. Traci dug her fingernails into Don's shoulders, drawing her nipples across his chest. She pushed down, flexing her asscheeks, trying to intensify an already mind-blowing feeling.

"Gonna make it… gonna…" Don panted, closing his eyes and holding her hard by the buttocks. He dug his fingernails into her asscheeks. Traci felt all the nerves in those firm globes stand on end. The insides of her thighs alternately chilled and burned as her cuntjuice seeped out, dripping through her pussy thicket and finally slicking down his balls.

"Unnghhhh cum…" Traci groaned. She'd heard that word used before. How good it was to say it now, to feel it coming from her mouth. It summed up all the sensations in her cunt. Cum! Yes, she wanted more of his cock, wanted to feel the hot jets of jizz splashing against her cunt walls. The thought that he was about to shoot into her hole drove Traci half mad. She thrashed under him, beating his chest with her fists, feeling the pressure and heat build up incredibly between her flailing legs.

"Cum!" Don cried.

"Cum!" Traci shouted back, tossing her hips around, making the bed jiggle and rock. Traci felt the simmering heat in her cunt quickly turn to a boil. Her brain was spinning around. Cum! Cum! That was the only thing she could think of. Oh, how she needed relief from the terrible achey, pulsing itch! Her entire belly seemed to swell, bulging with cock. She grunted, ramming her cunt up onto the rock-hard cockmeat. The knot of sexual hunger whirled like a meteor from her cunt on up to her brain.

"Ahhhiwwwaahhh!"

Traci exploded, her mind shattering into a million pieces. The hard, heavy jolt of his jizz blasting into her pussy triggered the girl's first powerful orgasm. Catastrophic waves of delicious spasms ripped from her cunt to nearly every muscle of her body. She kicked and bit and clawed at Don, calling him all sorts of terrible names, swearing like a sailor's parrot while the massive thrusts of his cock went on forever.

"Ungh! Unnghh! Unnnghhh!" Traci cried, feeling her cunt walls grip down on his cock. Yes, she was all pussy, all wet and hot and grabbing. She milked at the bucking rod, bouncing up and down, her right leg kicking out. Traci was sure her clit had been torn off. It was vibrating so, tweaking and pulsing.

"Fuck!" Don cried.

"Fuck!" Traci shouted back.

The girl had lost contact with reality. The room, her mother, her upbringing, everything paled under the intense glow of her rising sexuality. Her head snapped back and her tits jiggled like jello with the furious blasts of her cunt. Don had buried his face in her hair, biting her neck, sifting his thick-muscled hips back and forth while Traci kept on cumming. Oh, would it last forever? Had something tripped off in her body that couldn't be stopped?

"No, no, no…"

Traci finally felt her orgasm tapering off. She collapsed sweaty and exhausted onto the wet sheets, her knees sagging apart, her arms dropping to her sides. The girl closed her eyes and turned her face. He had fucked her, really fucked her. As she lay dripping like an old dishrag, Traci knew she would never be the same. This near-stranger had changed her completely in a few minutes. The young woman put one hand over her mouth to keep from screaming. Only now did the import of what she'd done strike her. Yes, she had felt the biggest, hardest, strongest thing ever in her cunt. But she had lost her childhood, her innocence. In time the girl would come to accept that thought gladly. But right now Traci was on the verge of hysterical tears.

"Hey, you all right?" Don whispered, drawing back and looking at the girl.

Traci's face was strained once more, tears rolling down her flushed cheeks. But there was another emotion there, one that told the young man he was no longer welcomed in her bedroom.

"Look, I… I've gotta go. But I'll be around," he said, pulling his cock out of her cunthole.

Traci shivered, jerking her arms up and rubbing her palms briskly over her shoulders. How her body reacted when his prick was withdrawn. One part of her wanted him back, wanted her to loop her arms around his neck and draw him into bed again. How she would have loved a second fuck, this time without the worry of what was going to happen when her cherry popped.

But another more powerful part of her said he should leave. She needed time to sort all this out, time to figure out if she really enjoyed fucking. The girl propped herself up on her elbows, watching Don dress hurriedly without saying a word.

"You gonna be around the beach much?" he asked, slipping his cock back into his bathing suit.

"Probably," Traci answered blankly, her eyes dropping down to his cock. It rested comfortably against the sheer material of his suit. How odd. It didn't look so big now. And yet moments ago she would have killed to have that cock.

"Well, see you around," Don said, picking up his towel, shrugging his shoulders and slipping out of the room.

Traci felt so cheap. She'd heard that line hundreds of times on television and in the movies. He'd fucked her, popped her cherry, and that was all he could say, see you around? It was as if they'd only shared a hamburger together!

The girl curled her fingers into two fists, pounding them against the mattress. She felt the sweaty sheets clinging to her arms. Anger and disappointment raged through her as she thought about what had just happened. She could still feel his ridged cock plowing through her cunt, stretching those unplowed membranes, forcing them into a tunnel while his balls dragged over her thighs. How good his mouth felt when he sucked and nipped at her nipples while his cock was rubbing up and down over her clit. How she juiced, wetting down his cock and balls while he rubbed the swollen edges of her cuntlips together. And all her could say as he left was see you around.

"Ohhhh!"

Traci groaned aloud, whirling around and burying her face in the pillow. She beat at the mattress again and again with clenched fists, hating herself for having fucked Don. He didn't care about her, about how she felt. Yes, she was cheap, as cheap as her mother had suspected she was. And if Emily ever found out… Oh, she wouldn't be able to stop the gossip, the rumors that would ruin her. She'd have to go find Don, tell him not to say a word, do anything to keep him quiet. Traci knew how boys liked to talk at school, how they liked to pass comments around about which girls were "cinches" and which needed a little more work. Traci could picture all the eyes fastened on her little ass, the men wondering when they could land her in the sack and the girls jealously avoiding her. She'd be friendless and overfucked.

"No, I won't," Traci vowed, gradually losing consciousness. She'd find Don and tell him not to talk, not to spread things around. He seemed decent enough. Surely he'd listen to her.

With these and similar thoughts the girl fell asleep, still feeling the big man's arms curling around her waist while his legs pinned hers to the mattress. She was making tiny, fucking motions, humping against the mattress, thinking Don's prick was inside her again as she finally dropped into slumber.

The following day Traci ate her breakfast silently, glancing up at her mother. She wondered if she suspected. Hilda was awfully quiet, unnaturally quiet. Her mother was usually talkative, going on and on about her job especially when she had to work nights.

"Have you been going out with any boys lately, Traci?" she asked, nibbling at her toast. "It's the usual thing for most girls your age."

Traci frowned. Her mother was sounding formal again. When that happened there was no good to follow. She toyed with her eggs, keeping her eyes lowered, afraid to stare her mother in the face at the moment. She was certain Hilda would read the truth in them.

"No, not really," she said, feeling her face grow hot.

"Well, you know I've talked to you about morals and how things have been changing in the world," her mother went on, pursing her lips and blowing across her coffee. "I think you should watch what you do… I mean," she said, growing suddenly a little more hesitant, "I mean what you do with boys. You don't want to… to get, well in a position where you have to drop out of school. You want to go to college and…"

"And if I get pregnant I wouldn't be able to go, is that it, Mother?" Traci blurted out. Oh, why had she said something like that? She was always so submissive, always listening to her mother without saying a word. Now her rebuttal surprised Hilda. The older woman raised her eyebrows, looking searchingly at her daughter. Traci blushed even deeper. There was a growing tension between mother and daughter. Traci wanted desperately to steer the conversation away from sex, from dating. Surely she'd be giving something away if she said anything more. Hilda was very perceptive.

"No, that isn't it… oh, I just don't know. I don't like the thought of you growing up," Hilda said, putting one hand against her forehead. Why, did things go so wrong when she tried to talk to her daughter? They weren't all that far apart in age. Traci was a teenager, she was thirty-three… well, going on thirty-four, but Hilda didn't like to think about that. She was attractive, always taken for being much younger than she actually was. Her body was smooth, without sags and stretch marks that usually plagued women of her age. Of course she hadn't let a man touch her for years. She had had an illegitimate daughter to raise in the face of a sneering community. Traci had always been such a help… up to now. At this point in life, however, the girl promised to be a liability. Hilda thought of her own experience, of how he left town the moment she told him she was pregnant. Men! How she hated them. How she needed them as well.

"Well, when you date, you've got to be careful… I mean, about what the boys will want to do…" Hilda stopped, feeling her words burning into her brain. This hadn't been easy. All through work last night she thought about Traci. For some reason as she was packing up she felt strangely concerned for her daughter. She couldn't get home quickly enough and felt the strangest apprehension as she approached the darkened house. Of course everything was in order – everything, that is, except Traci's room that was always a mess. But that wasn't unusual. There were shoes and socks and all sorts of things tossed around in wild abandon. Her daughter lay there peacefully, curled up in the twisted sheets. No, nothing untoward had happened… or so it seemed. Still an uneasy feeling clung around her all through the restless night and morning. It had been strong enough to prompt this awkward conversation. Now Hilda wished she could stop it.

"Well, I'm going to to the beach," Traci said, dabbing her lips clean and pushing away from the table. She took another drink of her milk, the liquid leaving a small white mustache on her lip. Hilda sighed. Why couldn't her daughter have stayed six years old?

"Did you feed Rex? I left him out all night," Hilda said, pushing her fork over the dirty plate. She'd bought that Doberman for protection, especially after all the break-ins that had happened during the past few months. Homes had been burgled, even raped several blocks down the way. Hilda had rushed out to purchase the animal in spite of her daughter's protestations. Traci was never comfortable around animals, especially dogs. And Hilda had gone out and bought the most terrifying, formidable animal possible – a large, black Doberman. Traci had nearly fainted when she saw the muscular dog jumping from the parked car.

"You'll think about what I said?" Hilda asked, not giving Traci a chance to answer the first question.

"In the first place, Mother, you know I don't like… him," she said, pointing a finger at the big, black Doberman now half standing, half leaning against the kitchen screen door. He was staring inside, pressing his snout against the screen material while his tongue hung from one corner of his mouth. He was whimpering, his stubby tail wagging quickly back and forth. He scratched at the moulding, trying to get in. "In the second case, I'll be careful. Don't worry, I won't let boys do anything to me," she said, feeling strangely angry. What right did her mother have to pry? For an instant she wanted to tell her everything that had happened right there in her house, in her own damned house, under that moral roof of hers. Thinking twice, Traci turned and stalked out of the kitchen, wondering where she could find Don and beg him not to blab about what had happened. Especially after this conversation with her mother she didn't need any talk going on abut her anywhere.

Hilda sat at the kitchen table finished her coffee, watching the big dog prancing around outside. Her daughter was getting close to fucking. Hilda could see that, could hear the tremor in her voice. If she hadn't already been with a man, she would within days, if not hours. Oh, and there was nothing she could do about it. Why was the sexual urge so strong in their family? Her mother, she heard, was always making demands on her father. She had managed somehow to fight down the urge. But now that damned tingle in her cunt was getting worse. After all these years it was raising its ugly head, that "it" being her sex drive. Hilda had read that a woman reaches her peak at middle age. Well, she had to admit that certainly was true. She had never felt so turned on, so hot before in her life. And what was awful was that there was no man she could turn to for relief. She had built a protective wall around her, a wall no man could penetrate. Hilda had devoted her life to the raising of her daughter and the building of a financially secure life. She had succeeded in both and yet felt so terribly empty. Surely there was more in life – Hilda knew this, knew it instinctively. She had replayed the nights spent with Traci's father over and over in her mind, the frequency becoming dangerously rapid lately.

"Oh!"

Hilda closed her eyes, putting the coffee cup down with a loud clatter. She felt the tickling, burning itch fade a little. Her cunt felt hot and very, very wet. When she moved her legs under her sheer nightgown Hilda felt the velvety surfaces of her pussy rub together. Hot juice seeped out.

"Oh!"

It was the front door slamming. Traci had gone without saying goodby. It was awful, this barrier between her and her daughter. And now this, this sexual heat being the worst it had been in a long, long time. It was an attack, an attack of horniness, an attack she'd been suffering for a long time.

"All right," she said impatiently, wrinkling her forehead up in annoyance as she pushed back from the table, gathered her gown tightly around her and went to the back door. Rex jumped down, backing up slightly as Hilda unhooked the screen and let the animal in. "Let's see, somewhere around here," she said, searching the upper cabinet for the dog food.

"Ahhh!"

The dog was swarming around her legs. She suddenly felt a damp nose on her calf, then up to her thigh. The touch was sudden, electric, annoying as well as strangely exciting. Hilda screwed her face up, kicking at the animal with one foot while pulling down the box of dog food. "Bad dog, get away," she said, not realizing a new aspect of her life was about to open.