Mom and her dog

CHAPTER NINE

Hilda was going nuts, gasping and babbling to the dog as he lapped away at her. She brought her feet together at the sides of his head, caressing him with her toes. The stiff tickle of his short coat against her soles made her throw her head to the side. Drool leaked from the corners of her mouth. She moved her ass up, let it fall back, then moved it up once more. Up and back, up and back, faster and faster until sweat broke out all over her body. She felt her flesh sticking uncomfortably to the wrinkled bedspread. What did she care about comfort? The overwhelming tightness and throbbing itch between her thighs was important. She arched her back, giving the big animal her clit to lick and pet again.

"Ohhhhhh!"

Hilda didn't care about anything any more. She could die doing this and she wouldn't care. It was one of the best things to happen to her in years probably the only good thing short of having Traci.

The woman worked her ass around in frantic, tight circles, crying through her nose. Her nostrils burned with the air she sucked in to feed her writhing body. Rex's lapping tongue seemed to be everywhere at once. Her face burned, her mind whirled around and around. The more she moved the more pleasure she brought to her clit. For the first time Hilda thought about being filled, about having something big, hot and hard sawing in and out of her cunt. That would be the ultimate pleasure. Yes, it was wonderful having Rex's tongue doing all those wonderful things to her. But how much more wonderful would it be to have a cock in her… even that odd-looking cock she'd seen earlier hanging down from his belly.

"Uhhghhh…"

Rex brushed over her cunt, licking one again over her tight asshole.

"Good dog… here, lick… here ohhhhh!"

Hilda snapped her head back, her hair splashing over her face and clinging to her damp cheeks. He'd found the super-sensitive spots again. Her cunt walls buckled from the rising sexual heat while the pussy muscles spasmed, clamping down shut, nearly trapping the animal's tongue as it petted her clit again and again. Hilda was quivering on the brink of a wild climax, perhaps the biggest cum she'd ever had short of one or two with Traci's father. The big muscles in her ass cramped. She kicked one foot high, fanning her toes out until they cramped as well. Rex slowed his rubbing friction and pulled back, tilting his head and staring curiously at her.

"Oh, God, don't stop now!"

Hilda was clawing the sheets, tearing the coverlet with her fingernails while beating the dog's back with her heels. Rex caught the urgency in her voice and went back to his lapping. If only a man's cock were in her she'd be milking it now with her cunt. The thought hurried her along into the hurricane of her climax. She pitched on her bed, yelping and growling as loudly as the Doberman. Bucking her ass against the Doberman's jaws, she felt his teeth cut her slightly. That sharp tickle brought more babbling groans of pleasure from her throat.

"Noooo!"

Hilda raked the fur with her fingers, pulling Rex harder and tighter against her. She scissored her legs around his back. Oh, how she wanted to howl, to scream out her delight at what was happening between her legs. But she didn't want to frighten the animal. Somehow, she managed to keep her excitement down, tossing her head, loving the feel of her hair splashing over her face. Her cunt was filled with an itching, tantalizing fire. The flames lapped up her thighs and belly. She quivered, her entire body shaking violently just before she came. The moment of madness was only a second away.

"Ughhhwawwhh!"

Then that second passed and lightning sliced through her cunt. It was as if someone were sawing her in two. Hilda pitched and tossed, yowling like a kicked animal while the animal stayed with her, lapping her convulsing cunt more hungrily than ever. It was heavenly, wonderful. What joy shot through her mind!

Hilda cried out again and again, not being able to have enough of that wonderful animal's tongue. She jerked and bucked and humped, finally shoving her fingers into her cunt and feeling the moist muscles clamp at her as the dog whimpered and licked her shaking knuckles.

"Oh, God, it's so good, I'm going to die," she wailed, feeling herself sinking into a vast ocean of sensuality.

When she opened her eyes again she found Rex lying next to her. Horror of horrors, she'd actually been hugging his strong, short-furred body against her. A swirl of thoughts came at her, but she gritted her teeth and shook them away. No, if she were to think seriously of the crime she'd just committed she'd put a razor to her wrists and slice them open.

"Oh!"

Once more she tried to deal with what had just happened. But once more her mind closed, unable to cope with it. Maybe later, much later when all the confusion now whirling around her died down. She smiled finally and ruffled the dog's fur.

"You crazy dog," she said, inhaling sharply and holding her breath until her eyes swam. Letting out the air, Hilda groaned, feeling the animal nuzzling closer, pressing his black snout against her soft belly.

Hilda got up from the bed and slipped a gown over her shoulders, opening the door and walking down the hall. How quiet the house was without her daughter slamming doors and yelling down the walls. Rex padded behind her down the stairs and into the kitchen. Hilda opened the frig and searched around, finding the steaks she had taken out of the freezer earlier to thaw. Rex looked on, his tail wriggling excitedly. She unwrapped a large t-bone, put it in a plate and set it down in front of the Doberman. He barked, then went after it hungrily, hacking at the bones with his fangs, holding the red meat down with one paw as he tore at it with his powerful jaws. Hilda bit her lip as she watched. He was just an animal, really. There was nothing human about him. In fact, she'd seen cats more human-like in their appearance and actions.

And yet there was something about the way he looked at her even now while tearing at his surprise dinner. He'd done things to her that almost had a human consciousness behind them. It was frightening to think along those lines.

"I think I've got to be losing my mind," she said, running her fingers through her hair and walking out of the kitchen.

Hilda made it to the liquor cabinet in the living room and pulled out a fresh glass, filling it a quarter of the way with gin. She was stone sober now, the wild sex scene upstairs having purged her body of the numbing liquor.

"Crazy, crazy animal," she murmured, drinking down the burning alcohol. Behind her she could hear Rex still chewing the steak. It had happened, happened with her consent. But now it was over. There was nothing in the stars stating she had to go down with the animal again. It was a slip, something that could never occur again.

Hilda sipped the drink again, gathering the gown modestly around her waist and strolling to the window. She pulled the drapes apart, staring out at the darkening scene. It was eight o'clock, still early in the evening. And yet she felt so exhausted. Of course, the animal had tired her out.

"Dogs…"

The woman giggled and took another sip. No one in the world could find out what happened. What could she do now except be philosophical. Yes, she could reason out her way from this dilemma. But what would others think if they even suspected what was going on between her and her pet Dobey? The thought was sobering.

Hilda's skin prickled with embarrassment as she pictured her daughter's horrified face. And the neighbors… Well, they'd certainly have a field day with that information.

"I was horny," she whispered to herself. "The dog smelled it. He knew." It had to be a crazy coincidence. Crazy, that's what it was. No, there couldn't be anything more to it. It's all over and done with.

Hilda sat down in a big chair and closed her eyes. Rex was still eating his steak. In a little while she'd go upstairs and turn on her small television set, then fall asleep. It was going to be a long, long evening.

At Emily Grabble's house, however, things were far from calm. The dark-haired girl had heard Traci calling from outside. Rushing to her window she saw the young teen swaying back and forth, her hair tangled, her body bruised around the arms.

Somehow she managed to get Traci upstairs to her room, calmed down to mild hysteria, and finally able to tell her what had happened. Emily sat cross-legged on the bed, her eyes rounding with fascination as Traci recounted how the bikers knocked her around, hit her, then finally all raped her.

"All three?" Emily managed to get out, her mouth opened.

"Yes. Oh, God, it was awful," Traci said, burying her face in her hands again and sobbing.

What she couldn't tell her best friend was that she had been excited through the whole routine. That knowledge was making her nervous, turning her into a wreck, making her unable to face her mother tonight. She begged Emily to phone Hilda, tell her anything, just making sure she didn't tell Hilda or Emily's parents the truth.

After the call was made Emily sat down next to Traci and took her hand.

"Now, do you want to call the police?" she asked, squeezing her friend's hand comfortingly.

Traci shook her head swiftly from side to side. She remembered Ron's threat. No, she wasn't going to have an entire biker gang chasing her and her mother through town.

"Then there's nothing you can do," Emily sighed, dropping the hand. "I suppose you can get ahold of some mace or something and protect yourself. But tell me the truth, Traci, was it all that bad?"

Traci stiffened, jerking her head around and staring into Emily's narrowing eyes. Her heart skipped a beat. Was there something in her voice, something in her expression that gave her away. She almost wanted to get up and stare into a mirror. She dropped her eyes away from her friend's examining stare.

"I thought so," Emily said, biting her lower lip and smiling knowingly. "Better than Don?"

The question cut her to the quick. Traci jumped up, clenching her fists.

"How did you know?"

"I didn't," Emily said, her face darkening somewhat. "But you sure gave yourself away," she blasted out.

Traci stood in front of her confused. Oh, God, could it be that Emily and Don were seeing one another – or that Emily wanted that to happen? But surely at the beach her friend had been encouraging the two of them to, well, do something together.

"I didn't know… I mean, I thought you expected Don and me to… well…"

Her words fell flat at her feet as Emily's breathing increased.

"I didn't think you'd take me up on it," she said in a cold voice. "You're supposed to be my best friend. I sat here, made excuses for you, held your hand while you told me how getting gang banged in a garage turned you on, and now you tell me you're fucking around with some guy I dig."

"How was I supposed to know?" Traci tried to explain as she became more and more afraid of her friend.

"Tell me about it. Come over here and tell me about it," Emily hissed.

There was no way Traci would willingly cross the room now.

"There's nothing to tell, honestly. It just happened," she started in a small voice.

"I said come here, Traci," Emily said, her voice steady but low as she threw her a leveling stare.

Traci wanted to bolt for the door, run down the hall to Emily's parents who were downstairs and ask for help. But she was in no condition to ask anyone for anything. Emily had taken her in secretly, let her wash up, listened to her, tried to help her. And now her very best friend in the world looked as if she were going to stick a knife in her throat!

"I said get over here!"

Traci felt utterly abandoned. Hypnotized by fear and hopelessness, the girl began walking across the room. Her eyes dropped from Emily's. Her friend was pushing down her shorts, sitting on the edge of the bed with the briefs stretched tightly around her ankles. The thick patch of pussy hairs bristled around her cunt. The black fur seemed to curl out.

"Now, Traci," Emily started when the girl had stopped in front of her. "Tell me about it. Tell me about Don and how the two of you fucked. You were fucking, right? Damn you! I could tear out your hair for that!" the girl said, her eyes glistening with tears.

Traci had never seen her friend like this before. She was confused, feeling as if the world had crashed all around her.

"Tell me all about it while you eat my cunt, suck on my clit the same way he did on yours," Emily nearly screamed, standing up and curling her fingers into her friend's hair.

At first Traci thought she'd heard Emily wrong. Surely her best friend hadn't said something about her eating out her cunt. That was for lesbians, dykes, women they used to make fun of. But as the dark-haired girl tugged painfully at Traci's hair, she realized that that was exactly what had been said. Unbelievable! Downstairs Emily's parents were having dinner, completely unaware of the perverted act about to take place above their heads.

"No, stop it, Em. Don't… don't do this to me," Traci wailed.

She could have screamed. But that would have drawn attention to her. If there was anything Traci didn't want at this point it was attention. And besides, God only knows what kind of explanation Emily would offer to her parents should they come upstairs to explore any sounds of a fight. She might accuse Traci of having made the first advance. Oh, what a horror show that would be!

"Keep it up, bitch. Go on, you little slut, I'm going to show you something about sex you never even dreamed of," Emily snarled.

How could she have ignored this side of her friend? Of course, she'd known Emily was fast, traveling in certain circles she didn't even want to think of. Her mind flashed back to the times in the shower room after gym class when Emily lingered behind supposedly to relax under the rushing warm streams of water. Were there other girls there? Did they and Emily get it on while the others were toweling off in the locker area?

"No, I'm not a bitch," Traci wailed as Emily forced her down to the floor.

"The hell you aren't. And you with that little girl look like you've never had it before in your life. Hell, you're so hungry for cock you cry when you don't get it. Well, let's see how you do with a little pussy," Emily said, forcing the girl to her knees.

Traci felt her knees touching the floor as the pain in her scalp became unbearable. Emily was still tugging at her hair, drawing her face close to the dark, pungent-smelling cunt in front of her. She raised her head to the dark patch between the girl's legs. Slowly she bent forward, drawn by a force she couldn't describe. The black-haired pussy gleamed with sweat and pussy oil. Under the thick growth of wiry, tangled hair Traci could see the dark, red gash of Emily's cunt. She'd never seen a woman's pussy this close before. It looked like a big festering wound. She stopped, unable to go any farther.

"Come on, honey. Come on and suck that cunt," Emily said in a little girl's voice. She was mocking her, making fun of her while forcing her to commit this outrage. Twice, Traci tried to back away. But just as the bikers had done Emily held onto her hair, pulling it so hard tears sprang to her eyes and rolled down her cheeks. She had no other choice. She had to lick Emily's pussy or run the risk of being exposed to the girl's parents as a pervert and a slut.

"Lick it!"

Sucking in a deep breath the girl relented, her face fitting between Emily's tight, young thighs. She could feel the girl's legs trembling against her cheeks and chin. Yes, she was excited, excited as hell as Traci's nose shoved into her slit. The dark-haired teen held her firmly in place, ignoring Traci's attempts to pull away to breathe.

"I said lick it. You're down there already, so stick your tongue down my cunt and lick. Don't worry, I've done it plenty of times at the gym and it won't hurt," Emily said reassuringly.

It sounded so evil. And yet there was nothing she could do. Reluctantly, the girl stuck out her tongue and started licking up the slit. The oil that bubbled out subsequently tasted like the pre-cum that had washed into her mouth when she blew the biker.

"Oh yes, yes," Emily hissed.

What was happening? Instead of feeling revulsion or sickness Traci found herself throwing her arms around her friend's naked ass, digging her fingertips into those soft cushions while sucking so hard her cheeks caved in. Oh, it was a new low for her, another sexual experience in her life of continuing depravity. How far down could she go, she wondered, before she turned into a sex-hungry whore who thought nothing about fucking in every imaginable way?