"Uhh, uhhhhh wow!" Ann Marie drooled onto the ground as she took the steady blows from the dog's haunches. "He's slender, but is he ever nice and long! Ohhh God, he's trying to push that pointed tip right into my womb! Ohhh shit, I'm gonna come quick if he keeps that up."
"He made me bleed like a stuck hog the first time," Gayle admitted. She knew now that it was partly because of Prince's pointed tip that she'd been deflowered so easily.
"God… God damn! Ohhh, look how he's hugging me! He doesn't want to let me get away!"
It was true! As Gayle watched, the Doberman's front paws almost touched under Ann Marie's belly. He was humping wildly now, his long cock almost coming free of her pussy each time he drew back to plunge deep again.
By now the Doberman had wedged Ann Marie into a corner of the pen, leaping and barking as he really stroked her good. After all she'd been through, Gayle was surprised that this was exciting her to a fever pitch. Her very own doggy was really going at her red-headed aunt and Ann Marie was obviously enjoying it. Her cunt dripped juice and the inner folds were all blossomed out to take the sharp red spear Prince pushed deep into her body.
Then they were both shaking. When the dog yipped, Gayle knew he was creaming her aunt's cunt. Ann Marie pumped her ass up and down rapidly to rub the pleasure from him. She gave low, shuddering moans as she climaxed with the dog. Gayle watched the white strings leak down to puddle in the sand between her aunt's knees. Prince seemed to be having some kind of fit. Gayle remembered that her first time with the dog had been full of fear and uncertainty. But now, had she found herself yearning for another chance with him!
"Is he h-h-hurting you?" she called. But her aunt's face showed only the agony of total pleasure. She shook her head and panted harder. Gayle could actually see the juicy meat of her pussy squeezing down against the dog's slender prick. They squirmed in a strange kind of dance and the dog jerked free. He sat in the corner, licking his swollen cocktip. It was like an expanded barb, gleaming with Ann Marie's juices and the dog's glistening cum.
Now Sissy wanted to get in on the action. But when she went over to Prince and whined and nuzzled him, the overworked Doberman didn't pay any attention.
"She's jealous," Ann Marie laughed. "I guess I really stirred her up."
Gayle opened the gate and let her aunt lean on her. Cum streamed down the insides of her thighs and her red cunt hair was dappled with creamy white drops of Prince's hot sap.
"Quite a doggy you have there," Ann Marie said. "He's every bit as good a lover as my Great Dane."
"You really think so?" Gayle still felt self-conscious talking about dog lovers as if they were people. Her aunt wasn't fazed by this at all it seemed.
"Oh yeah! I guess you'd better check that out for yourself sometime."
They walked together to the house, Gayle helping to support her sex-dazed aunt. When Ann Marie had cleaned up and joined her again, they finished what was left of the wine.
"I really hate to see you go so soon," Ann Marie said.
"But I've got to. You've been really nice to me." She had other things on her mind but was afraid to say them. Since she'd come up to Silver Lake, she hadn't felt quite sane. She wondered if she'd ever feel like she had before.
Ann Marie helped her get Prince into the Mercedes, waved goodbye, and made Gayle promise to come and visit again. Captain Marvel jumped up on the door of the car, licking at Gayle's face. His cock, she could easily see, was fully extended, glistening sexily.
"I guess I'm going to have to take him inside and give him a going over," her aunt called as she drove down the driveway. Finally the house was behind her, behind the trees and there was just the open road ahead. Gayle felt relief. She had been through some kind of strange movie it seemed. She wanted to return to a more normal, less exciting life. She wanted to be just an average teenager with no strange desires or hangups either. She wanted to go out with a boy, a real live boy, when she got back home.
But as she drove along the highway, Prince put his head in her lap and she began to pet him. It was so easy to have a dog as a lover. They were always there, they never argued, their cocks were always hard. Just as her aunt had said.
CHAPTER NINE
When Gayle got back home, her mother told her that her sister was having some kind of nervous breakdown. Knowing that her mom usually exaggerated things, Gayle found out that Cindy had really been jilted. Despite the fact that she'd always been matter-of-fact about Randy as a boyfriend, when he'd broken up with her for good, Cindy had become a basket case.
The whole house was in a turmoil about it. Cindy wouldn't come down to eat, wouldn't do anything but hang out in her room sulking and swearing how she hated all men. Gayle had been elected to see if she could help.
It was late in the evening when she climbed the stairs and knocked on her older sister's door.
"Go away! Just leave me the hell alone."
"It's just me, Gayle. Can't we talk?"
There was a long silence and then the door opened. Cindy had on a robe and nothing underneath. Her pretty hair was tousled and her eyes red from crying. Gayle smelled liquor on her breath. She looked much older than her eighteen years. As Gayle started into the room, Prince nosed her leg like he wanted in too. Since she'd come back, she hadn't had time to give him much attention.
Gayle closed the door behind her and sat on the bed. She pushed her doggy's head away when he tried to nuzzle between her legs. Luckily she had jeans. She certainly didn't want to get suspicions stirred up just now. Not with her sister coming unglued.
"I hate all men!" Cindy blurted, tears streaking her cheeks.
"Hey, I understand how you feel."
"Just because they have those big cocks growing out of their crotch they think they're supermen or something. Ohhh I hate them."
"I don't think it's their cocks that make them like that," Gayle put in. She was gazing affectionately at Prince. He was behaving like a perfect gentleman now that she'd warned him not to come on in the presence of her sister.
Cindy wasn't paying much attention to Gayle's advice. "The trouble is," the pretty blond continued, "is that we girls can't do without them." She wiped a tear with the back of her hand and leaned toward Gayle. "I've got a confession to make, Gayle. Me and Randy went all the way a lot of times. I got where I thought about it in the middle of the day or night or any time at all. I got where I had to have it too!"
She sniffled noisily and looked miserable. "I guess Randy knew I'd become addicted. He got me into the habit of begging for it. I'd have to do whatever he'd say or he wouldn't slide that thing into my cunt! Ohh, you must think I'm awful to be confessing all this but it's true, Gayle, it's true."
Gayle hugged her sister's shoulders. "It does sound like he had you in a bind."
"It was worse than a bind. I began to go find him, to hunt for him at work. He'd take me to lunch, make me give him a blow job and fingerfuck me a little bit in return. It was never quite enough. He used me and teased me until I was half crazy. Then one night when I needed it worse than anything, he told me he was finished. He told me he had another girl."
Gayle realized that she had witnessed the beginning of this sexual obsession that night at the show home. Randy had just begun to entice poor Cindy into the hot and hungry life of sexual desire. And now she had the desire but had no one to find satisfaction with. During the few days Gayle had been visiting her aunt, Cindy had turned from a beginner into a girl with a habit.
"You'll get over him."