"Damn you! Ohhhhh God, I can't stand this!"
But she was going to have to stand it. Captain Marvel was licking her again. Whimpering, Gayle tossed her head. She didn't even notice that the dog had jumped up and put his paws on the sofa. When she looked, she screamed. Down under his belly, just a few inches away from her poor little cunt, she saw that cock! It was the biggest, hottest-looking thing she'd ever laid eyes on!
"No! I'm not your mistress! You're not going to fuck me!"
The dog hunched his hindquarters as if to say different. His red cocktip brushed between the lips of her cunt and a shiver of excitement rippled through her. Fighting for everything she believed was right, Gayle tried to roll the dog to the side. But his teeth caught her shoulder this time and he warned her with his rumbling voice again.
Gayle didn't know how she got her fingers around that throbbing chunk of meat, but she did. She knew she couldn't take anything like that without losing her mind and being injured, maybe killed. So she grabbed it, she grabbed it hard. The Great Dane slumped sideways as she drove her shoulder into his chest. She was whining with terror.
"Ohh, ohhhhh damn you!" Gayle knew that she couldn't stop him with mere force. She had to give him something to take the place of the pleasure he'd been enjoying only seconds before. Instinctively, her small hand pumped his pulsing erection. The slick flesh slid through her grasp as she jacked it, praying for a miracle.
Captain Marvel started to struggle back but she pumped his cock faster, watching the tip swell before her eyes. It was so juicy, so hot! It made her palm burn just to be against it and it made her heart pound.
"Good boy, good boy!" she panted, seeing that her stimulation was working. The huge animal struggled, but more weakly now. At last he let his head flop down on the sofa cushion. His haunches worked rhythmically as Gayle let her clasping fingers rise and fall. She could feel the surging excitement of the dog with his chest heaving as he breathed. He was half lying on her and she could feel and see his trembling.
"Oh God, how did I get into this?" she gasped as the dog jerked against her pumping fingers. She looked down into the little slit at the very tip of the Great Dane's prick. It was opening and closing and then a tiny droplet of something white formed there.
Gayle knew that if she kept handling the animal's cock it was going to happen. But if she stopped, he would want gratification. He'd want to ram that awful thing into her body just like Prince had done. The difference was that Captain Marvel's cock was a lot bigger!
"Oh hurry up and come, damn you!" Her fingers tightened around the hot prick. She was grasping it just behind the tip and inside she could feel the rhythmic surges growing more powerful with every passing second.
The Great Dane shuddered and his haunches worked forward and back. Gayle squeezed, her finger and thumb tightening just behind the head of his cock. Then it came. White streams of cum leaped up across her belly. The steamy stuff sprayed again and again until the slick strings of it were dribbling down her flesh. Even her bikini top was spotted with the dog cum and it was still coming fast!
"Ohhh God! It's so hot and slick!" Gayle rubbed at the white streaks on her tummy, smearing the cream down her flesh. She could smell the strong aroma and feel the dog's cock still jerking in he hand. The sliding of her small, soft fingers along that glistening chunk of meat was having a strange effect upon her. Her naked cunt tingled as if it needed more excitement. Ashamed of her body's reaction, Gayle bit her lip but that didn't help. She was trembling with the need the dog had aroused in her.
As Captain Marvel slumped sideways, Gayle pushed cum-smeared fingers down across her mound and curled them up into the seeping swollen flesh that ached for release.
"Ohhhhh, I hate myself for this," she murmured, gouging past the circle of muscles that protected her hole. Finger-fucking herself with her cunt-slickened hand, she felt the itchy tickle begin. It throbbed faster and faster and she stretched a heel out to hook on the arm of the sofa. Instead she caught it under the Great Dane's neck. His tongue washed between her small, tan toes and almost instantaneously, her climax began.
"Uhhhhhhh!" she cried, flopping and squirming.
The Great Dane sucked her toes hungrily, teasing the tender, erotic places as her young ass lurched against the sofa and her fingers clawed pleasure from her cunt. She was coming and that awful dog was licking her toes! She couldn't think, couldn't reason. Her body was smeared with cum! Captain Marvel's cum!
"Nhhuuhhh, uhhh God, ohhhh… thank God I'm c-c-coming!"
Her tits rose and fell under the skimpy cups of the bikini. She could feel her cunt squeezing down on her fingers. The glorious pleasure took her away as Captain Marvel continued to chew and lick her toes. She'd never guessed that she was so sensitive there but she didn't want that damned dog to stop licking them either. Not until she was finished.
"Uhhmmmmm! Nhhhuhh, good, good, good!"
Then Gayle opened her eyes and saw herself, saw her naked, swollen cunt and her cum-glossed fingers and the hot jism drying across her belly and loins. She managed to get to her feet and find the liquor cabinet before climbing the stairs and locking herself in the bathroom. There she took a hot bath and got roaring drunk.
CHAPTER SIX
"No, I'm not mad, Gayle, but next time let me know and I'll get drunk with you." Ann Marie looked disapprovingly at the half-empty brandy bottle, then smiled and shrugged. "We can't tell your mother, can we?"
"Nope." Gayle hiccuped and laughed.
"I don't know what I'm going to do with you." Ann Marie slapped Gayle on the bottom. "I can't blame you for running around the house with just your panties on though, 'cause I do that all the time too."
"I put Captain Marvel outside," Gayle managed to say. "He was a bad boy."
"Oh? Captain Marvel?"
Gayle blushed, wishing she hadn't said anything. Thankfully her aunt didn't pursue the question. She busied herself in the kitchen, mentioning that Gayle needed to get some food in her stomach. Gayle went and fell across the sofa. She was remembering how that Great Dane had worked her over just hours before in the very same spot. But she hadn't let him do what he really wanted. A girl could make any male stop if she really wanted to. The trouble was half the time she didn't really want to. Even now she was getting damp thinking of that big slick cock and those heavy balls flopping and the way her fingers had slid so easily up and down that dripping prick.
It was strange how she could be shocked and disgusted while she was doing it and then later, the memory excited her immensely. She had become so excited just thinking about the shape and size and heat of Captain Marvel's magnificent prick that she thought she might grab it again if she had the chance.
"I'm just drunk, that's all."
"What did you say, honey?" Ann Marie asked, sweeping into the room. She had made a corned beef sandwich for Gayle and there was a generous helping of potato salad. Gayle wolfed the food, hungrier than she'd imagined. Her aunt waited until she'd satisfied herself before pursuing the question. "You were saying something about being drunk?"
"I don't know what I'm saying."
"Or doing?"
Gayle blushed. "What do you mean?"
"Sometimes a little drink will loosen a girl up. Free her of her hangups. I've had a few insights when I've been blitzed. Like when I switched from men to…" Ann Marie bit her lip, smiled knowingly and took a deep breath. "Maybe I'll go fix myself a drink right now. I could use one."