When Amy woke again, it was morning. The only evidence she had that it had not been merely a wonderful dream was the pleasant aching in her cunt and ass and around her thighs.
She awoke alone in the bed, but remembered vaguely having had at least one – and occasionally two – pairs of arms about her during the night. The fact that the pairs hadn't always matched was of little importance.
She didn't exactly wake up horny, but if she'd had the chance for a leisurely morning fuck, she'd have gone for it in a very big way.
She found Roberta dressed in a light robe, sitting at the kitchen table, and finishing off a cup of coffee.
Amy went to her and kissed her chastely on the cheek and then lasciviously on the lips. Roberta ran her hand up over Amy's bare torso and let her palm rest briefly over one already burgeoning nipple.
"Coffee?" Roberta asked.
"Mmmmm – yes, please."
A minute later, the two faced each other over the table.
"Where's Les?"
"Had to stop in at his office for a few hours," Roberta answered. "Horny already?"
"I think a little break might be a good idea," Amy answered. "You two are insatiable. I thought I was bad enough, but…"
"It runs in your family," Roberta said soberly. "I was always a hot little piece – for boys and girls and sometimes more…"
Amy made a mental note to ask about that more.
"… but your brother brought out the harlot in me."
"I envy you," Amy asserted. "Anything you want, sexually, you can have."
"Well… not quite," Amy heard the woman confess.
"What do you mean?"
"Guess what gets me off more than anything else?"
"Beats me."
"Three things," Roberta said. She counted them off on her fingers. "Seeing myself fuck on film or tape, two men at once…" Her voice trailed off.
"You get those things, don't you?" Amy prompted.
Roberta shrugged. "The tapes – sure. But two men – or more – at once is a little more difficult. Les doesn't mind making it with me and a woman at the same time, but he always draws the line at another man. Or more than one other man."
"That's only two things," Amy said. "You told me there were three."
Roberta paused, wetting her lips with the tips of her tongue, the same tongue that had driven Amy's taut clitoris to such heights the night before, the same tongue that had bored into Amy's tight little asshole and probed to pleasure centers discovered only days before.
"There's something else, but it might turn you off."
"Try me."
Roberta laughed. "That's what Les said. But I should never have told him."
"Why?"
"Because now, he won't even let me visit a pet store, let alone own a dog… especially a Great Dane."
It took a moment for the meaning to sink into Amy's head – and then her eyes widened. "You mean…?"
Roberta nodded. "And how!"
Amy shivered, a mixture of fascination, repulsion and arousal quaking through her. She flashed a bright mental image: Roberta on all fours, dark hair whipping, jaw slack, eagerly thrusting her luscious hips back to receive the scarlet canine cock of an over-anxious Great Dane.
She refocused her attention and found Roberta looking at her tits. Without following the gaze, Amy knew why. The older woman was watching the quick blossoming of both Amy's bright pink nipples in response to the obscene lewdness of her thoughts.
Still, Amy hesitated to voice her excitement. Even for her, there was a limit to her search for hedonistic pleasure.
But, then, she'd thought that about other things as well – only to learn better, later.
"Haven't you ever wondered what it would be like?" Roberta asked, eyes bright and voice breathless. She was squirming uncomfortably.
"Well, I guess so," Amy admitted. It was the truth. Shortly after she'd gotten her first full-fledged orgasm with a hard cock in her tight little pussy, she'd found herself one day staring at a Shetland Pony at the county fair and wondering what it would be like to have that horse cock shoved into her own body. She'd heard whispered rumors about the divorced mother of one of her classmates, a woman who kept a huge mongrel for a pet… a mongrel with a lot of Dane in his blood. Even then, she'd found her thoughts moving to the idea of four legged fuckers.
But as she'd matured, such fantasizing and curiosity about big pricks had lost most of its appeal. Sure, Amy still enjoyed the sensation of fullness she got from having an oversize cock rammed into her pussy, but she'd also found herself more than contented with the average and often, smaller than average, prick. The size, she'd learned, wasn't nearly as important as the utilization.
None the less, as Roberta brought up the subject, Amy had to face the fact that the unnatural fucking suggested started her juices flowing.
"Roberta," she blurted, "have you ever really done it with a dog?"
Roberta opened her heavy lidded eyes. She had one hand hidden below the level of the table. She was flushed. Amy heard a small, wet, sucking sound and knew the brunette had been fingering herself.
"Yes, of course," Roberta managed to breathe. "With a setter."
The hand went back below the table.
"It was delicious, everything I'd hoped for and more. And I want to try it again – and again! Only I want to try it with a big dog, with something like a Great Dane. And I want to have it on tape so I can watch myself. I love the feel of that long, skinny dog-prick driving up into my cunt. They move so fast, so hard! Ahhhhh!" she moaned, shivering.
Her tits jiggled beneath the robe and Amy knew the brunette was coming. Just the idea of it turned the teenager on, knowing that the older woman was getting off right there, across the table from her, while fingering herself and remembering a dog-fucking.
Amy struggled against the infectious lust. "But didn't it hurt?"
"Hurt? Ahh! Sure, a little, but it hurt the nice way, hurt the way a woman likes to be hurt, by having a big prick crammed into her! You know what I mean?"
Amy had to admit that, too – at least mentally.
"And someday I want to make it with a horse, at least a pony. I want to feel myself stuffed with cock like never before, feel it stretching my pussy till I'm ready to burst, feel it jamming up into my cunt until it's coming out of my mouth – ahhhhh!"
Roberta screamed, shook and tensed – and then limpened. Her flush faded slowly as she relaxed. She brought her hand up to her lips and sucked her fingers clean of her own sex cream, obviously savoring the taste.
Amy fought to conceal her feelings – and failed. At least the negative ones showed.
Roberta spotted it. "Don't knock it till you've tried it, baby," she breathed. Then she brightened. "Hey! You ever been fist-fucked?"
"B-been what?"
"Fist-fucked. Had a hand shoved into you."
Amy shook her head.
"Hmmm. Well, listen, I have to stop back at my place for a little while, so you stay here and watch some tapes. You'll learn about fist-fucking…"
"Wouldn't that hurt?"
Roberta laughed.
Amy was skeptical.
"Anyhow, watch the tapes. You'll learn about it. I don't think you'd be able to try it for a while, anyhow, but look at the tapes. There are all sorts of interesting things on them."
The two set about clearing the table, and Roberta got dressed. Just before she left, Amy stopped her. "Roberta?"
"Yes?"
"Did my brother say anything about last night?"
Roberta smiled. "Yes, he sure did. He said he wished he hadn't waited to do it for so long. And he wished he had not been so hung up." Roberta kissed her brightly on the check. "Who knows? Maybe you've made a contribution to opening your brother's eyes to more things than you can possibly imagine!"
Amy wondered – with reason – whether there was more to the speculative statement than met her ears.
Roberta left. Amy was, at first, a bit hesitant about looking at the videocassette tapes. She knew whatever they showed would turn her on still more. And she knew that if she was turned on to them, she'd be less inclined to oppose trying what she saw.
Once again, the screen flickered salt and pepper and then showed a vivid scene. This tape began with some stag films. The first was of a woman enjoying two men at once. Any had wondered about the sheer logistics of such antics, but her questions had been answered in that respect. She saw the woman – a big-breasted blonde – crouch over one man and lower herself on his upstanding prick. She bobbed her hips up and down with obvious relish while the man sucked her tits.
Then a second man appeared. The woman tilted her head up to suck his cock for a few minutes before he arranged himself on his knees between the two pairs of legs. For another minute or so, the two men awkwardly took turns alternating their pricks in her cunt.
But then the second man pulled his cunt-lubricated dick out of the woman's hairy pussy and pushed it against her ass. Within seconds, the full length of his cock was buried in her asshole, and the two men were simultaneously fucking her, front and back. Amy was turned on, remembering what it was like to have a long, hard prick fucking her ass while another thick cock fucked her pussy. She found that almost despite herself, she was squirming herself down hard on her seat, rubbing and massaging her cunt and clit and encouraging the juicy flow.
The scene was completed as the men withdrew their members and spurted their creamy juices on her ass and thighs. Amy was slightly brought down by this. She liked to have a man getting off inside her. That turned her on almost as much as anything else that might be done with her.
Another film began. What was happening was all too clear.
Amy watched, fascinated, half-mesmerized, as a girl frolicked onto the screen – followed by a huge dog. He looked to be part Great Dane, perhaps Dalmatian. He was big. The girl petted and rubbed him and then lay back, legs spread. She pulled up her nightgown and guided the dog's muzzle between her legs.
Once he got the scent, he knew what was called for.
Amy watched, half-horrified and half-aroused, as the dog began licking the girl's cunt. The girl enjoyed it. The muscles of her legs tensed and her toes curled. Amy watched the actress hump her hips upward, opening her legs wider. The woman's nipples had hardened and spiked against the fabric of the nightgown. Amy licked her dry lips and wondered just how far the film would go.
The woman rolled over and assumed a position on hands and knees, hiking her ass high into the air. The dog immediately resumed his licking and nuzzling. The camera cut to a shot of the dog's loins. His cock was out and hard, throbbing eagerly.
Now the woman reached behind to run her hand over the dog's body. Her fingers encircled the skinny prick, moving in a masturbatory manner over its length.
Amy was completely caught up in what she was seeing. One hand had come up to cup and fondle her breasts and nipples. The other hand had slipped down to the inviting pussy at the apex of her thighs and was palming her downy cunt until the juices flowed.
The woman urged the dog forward. His front legs straddled her, his hind legs slipped in between her knees. The camera panned in closer…
Amy gaped as she watched the dog cock slide quickly home in the woman's furry cunt. The dog didn't fuck at all the way a man would. It was pure animal lust, his loins ramming forward, fucking the skinny cock in and out of the willing woman with blurring speed. The camera shifted to various angles. Amy watched as the dog's loins heaved forward, as his balls banged back and forth between his legs and against the woman's cunt mound.
The woman let herself rest on her chest and shoulders, freeing her hands. She worked one back to massage her clitoris while the other managed to get under her tits. The woman's eyes closed. Soon, she was screwing her ass madly backwards, meeting each furry-loined thrust with her gleaming, pale asscheeks. Beads of perspiration sheened on her flesh. Amy knew the woman was working hard for her illicit pleasures, but she was being rewarded.
Suddenly, the woman managed to free herself from the dog. She knelt up and again used her hand to guide the huge animal. This time the skinny prick shafted home into her ass!
Amy froze, staring in shock and wonder. Being fucked up the ass by a dog?!!? Yet even as she watched, the woman seemed for all the world to be enjoying it – to be actually getting off on the canine ass-fucking!
The fucking movement became still faster. Amy watched, enthralled, as the dog's balls jumped. The dog's powerful flanks rippled as he jabbed his prick into the woman's ass.
The woman jerked forward, quickly replacing her anal grip on the dog cock with her fingers. She finished the dog manually, letting his stringy spurts of sperm stick on her shining, asscheeks for all the world to see through the camera's unwavering eye.
Amy thought that would be the end of it, but it wasn't. The screen suddenly showed the woman licking at the dog's cock and balls. His prick quickly reappeared from its sheath, and she eagerly sucked it into her pursed lips. It didn't take long for the dog to cum in that way. The dog wasn't prepared for her talented cock-sucking!
When the next film blossomed onto the screen, it was a few moments before Amy realized the implication of the opening scenes. Two voluptuous and beautiful young women, absolutely naked were riding barebacked on a single huge stallion. Then the caressing of the horse began. They fondled the horse's belly and thighs. The horse's gigantic cock grew larger as they centered their attentions there. They licked and sucked his cock, trying vainly to get the enormous tip of it into their mouths. And finally, one of the women spread herself face down over a convenient tree stump and raised her dripping, shaved cunt to the proper level for the astonishing act. The second woman…
But it was unseen by Amy because by that time, she was writhing blindly on the floor, fucking her fingers in and out of her cunt madly. Her free hand flew from her breasts to her clitoris and back again as she whacked herself off again and again and again.
She passed out with the demanding intensity of her self-induced orgasms. She didn't know until much later what time had passed during her unconsciousness.
But the oversexed teenager slowly awakened to the twin sounds of the static crackling from the television screen. The tape had long ago ended. She heard the door locks opening.
Amy scrambled to her feet and tried to reach the videocassette deck, but she didn't make it. Her brother found his "little" sister naked, still flushed and smelling of sex as he closed the apartment door behind her.
Amy tried to be cheerful and nonchalant about the whole thing, but the long look on her brother's face ended any hope of a casual "forget it" closing the episode. She wasn't sure whether his expression was one of anger or lust.
He stalked towards her, eyes fixed on her.