The swirling rush of water was warm and pleasant around Dawn's exhausted body.
She sighed in pleasure and let her legs float loosely in the water. Her cunt still oozed a little come, but the flowing water washed it away from her tingling young pussy.
"Oh, Jesus," she whispered, leaning back against the side of the giant tub and closing her eyes for a minute. "That was absolutely fabulous."
"Tonto is something else, all right," Susan said. Something in the older girl's voice made Dawn turn her head and look at her. Susan was staring openly, longingly at Dawn's big well-rounded tits.
"Well," Dawn whispered, a slight smile curling her lips, "you were pretty damned good, yourself, Susan."
Susan grinned.
"Thank you. I think we have a lot of potential, you and me."
Dawn sucked on her lower lip, then nodded.
"Maybe we do," Dawn admitted.
Dawn reached out and slipped both arms around Susan's shoulders. Susan went into those arms quickly, and the two young girls hugged each other tightly.
They sought and found each other's lips, and they kissed long and hard, their tongues stroking and sucking and teasing each other's.
Large bare tits mashed firmly against large tits, nipples expanded against firm nipples. Susan thrust her pussy forward and ground her cunt and thighs against Dawn's thrusting pussy mound.
Dawn lifted both legs and wrapped them tightly around Susan's ass, hugging the girl's humping cunt to her crotch. The two beautiful young girls hugged and kissed and clung to each other in the warm whirlpool of the water.
Susan broke the loving kiss. She whispered into Dawn's ear, "I'm so horny, baby. Help me, will you? Put your hand on my pussy, honey. Make me come in your hand. Please?"
Susan sounded so horny that it nearly broke Dawn's heart. She unlocked one arm from around the older girl's slender neck and pushed it down between their naked wet bodies.
Susan moved her long strong legs wide apart. She moaned quietly as she felt Dawn's hand softly cupping her cunt.
She squatted down a bit, giving the younger girl a bit more room between her spread legs. Dawn clung to Susan's body and began kissing her cheeks and lips again. She slowly and lovingly stroked the silky wet blonde hair that covered Susan's pliant pussy mound.
Susan didn't have very much cunt hair. The strands were fairly short and very curly in the warm water. They were curled tightly against her pussy lips. Dawn toyed with the sleek strands, twisting them around her fingers and tugging lightly, teasing Susan's cunt until Susan was writhing in her arms, pushing her pussy against her hand.
Dawn parted the girl's cunt lips with her fingers, and thrust one finger deep up inside her pussy slit. Dawn could feel the heat, the slippery wetness of that tight cunt channel.
Susan was moaning and purring against Dawn's shoulder and throat, nuzzling her warm wet lips against the pulse point just below her ear.
Dawn found the other girl's hardened little clitty and began stroking. She rubbed the firm nubbin with her fingertip, rolling the fleshy lump and pushing. Then Dawn caught Susan's clit between her thumb and finger and pinched lightly, sending a shiver of pleasurable pain through Susan's cunt. Susan began undulating her hips, moving them back and forth against Dawn's probing hand.
"Oh, yes, honey," Susan purred, her face buried against Dawn's throat. "Oh, make me come. Yes, yes. That feels so nice, honey. You do that so good. Oooo, that hurts just a little. Mmmm, yeah. Yeah, pull it like that. Oh."
Susan was drifting in a haze of lust. Her pussy was drooling. Her ass tightened as she pushed her cunt mound firmly against Dawn's cupping loving hand.
Dawn's fingertip rubbed the hard button of Susan's hot little clitty. She stroked her finger along Susan's whole pussy slit, running the edge of her finger from the deepest part of Susan's tight young cunt hole, all the way up along the inner folds to the fleshy nub of her clit.
Susan panted.
"Ah, ah, ah, oh yeah. Oooo, baby, you know just what to do to a girl, don't you? Ahhh," Susan groaned in deep pleasure.
Susan clung to Dawn's naked body in the water. She slowly humped her hips back and forth, pumping her pussy on the delightful finger inside her cunt.
Dawn unwrapped her legs from around Susan's body, and pressed her feet against the floor of the tub. She slowly forced Susan to turn around, so her back was against Dawn's tits. Then Dawn reached down and lifted the older girl's legs and ass, until Susan was floating on her back on the surface of the pool.
Susan held onto Dawn's waist with one arm. She let her beautiful legs drift apart.
Dawn placed her palm fully over Susan's cunt. She curled her fingers and inserted one between the girl's pussy lips again, seeking and quickly finding her rigid clitty.
As she toyed with Susan's cunt, Dawn bent down over the girl's big round tits. She kissed the firm mound of Susan's left tit and sucked the soft nipple into her mouth. Dawn licked and tongued and sucked the dark flesh of Susan's tender nipple. She felt the sensitive nip harden and grow larger in her mouth. With her teeth, she rolled the nipple, twisted it, pulled at it. Susan's nipple grew even harder between her lips, and Dawn began sucking like a newborn baby.
Susan arched her back and thrust her nipple deeper into Dawn's mouth. Dawn let her do it, opened her mouth wider, and began gnawing delicately on the firm flesh of the whole tit.
Susan's lovely blonde hair, only slightly shorter than Dawn's, flowed and floated around her head in the water.
Dawn worked the girl's clit hard, frictioned it firmly. She rubbed and rolled the lovely little clit with her fingers, then clawed lightly with her fingernails.
Susan began humping Dawn's hand again, pushing her hips up and down on the surface of the warm swirling water.
"Oh, God. Suck my nipple, baby. Oooo, Jesus. Finger my cunt harder. Oh, yeah. That's just right. Don't stop. Don't stop doing that. Oooo, fuck, that's so good."
Dawn nibbled Susan's delicious nipple. She sucked very hard, pulling Susan's nip far away from the meaty globe of the girl's tit.
Her hand worked Susan's clit into a frenzy of lust. Dawn's frictioning fingertip made Susan's clit burn. Dawn rubbed hard, making the little nub of sensitive flesh ache for release.
"Oh, God, here it comes!" Susan gasped.
Susan gulped hard once, and suddenly her body arched upward, driving her cunt and thighs high. Her face went down, under the water. She closed her eyes tight and held her breath. She humped Dawn's hand violently, splattering her come juice all over the girl's fingers and palm.
Dawn kept rubbing Susan's clit, smearing the gooey fuck cream all along the lovely slit of her cunt. She frictioned the hot little button of flesh all the time Susan pumped and humped the air, the water, and Dawn's hand.
The water splashed as Susan bucked, her legs spasming and thrashing wildly. Her face stayed under the water as she came harder and harder, bucking and jerking on the swirling surface more and more violently.
Dawn scooped one arm under Susan's head and hauled it up out of the water. Gasping and sputtering, Susan opened her mouth wide and sucked in a giant lungful of air.
She arched again, forcing Dawn to let her head go back under the water. Her body twisted and bucked in a frantic animal lust as she came, spewing hot gouts of fuck cream into the water between her thrashing thighs.
Dawn kept her lips plastered over the girl's big tit. She gnawed the swollen nipple hard, chewing with her sharp teeth. The slight pain sent jolt after jolt of electric pleasure deep into Susan's lush mound of tit-flesh.
Dawn's fingernail clawed Susan's clit. The scratching nail drove the girl into a second hard climax. Her body bent backward at an incredible angle, and her legs jerked high out of the water, slamming back down with terrific power, splashing the water up over the edge of the tub.
She heaved and rolled and thrashed madly, like a small dolphin in agony. She bucked her cunt upward against Dawn's hand and arm and suddenly threw one ankle over the other, clamping her thighs tightly together and capturing Dawn's wrist between them.
Dawn poked and prodded and pushed and pinched the girl's clit. She clawed at Susan's whole cunt mound, spreading the pussy lips wide and fucking her fingers down along the entire length of Susan's gushing cunt.
Susan screamed below the surface, and a mass of bubbles burst from her lips.
Dawn quickly hauled her head up out of the water, and Susan gulped air, gasping and panting and sputtering.
"Oh, God," she managed to cry. "Oh, God, it's so good. Oh, Jesus."
She threw her free arm around Dawn's waist. She held on tightly, twisted awkwardly in the warm gushing water, and pumped the final spasms of her hard climax against Dawn's captured hand.
Dawn had pulled her mouth from Susan's delicious tit when she hauled her face above the water. Now she stood still, holding the girl tightly, letting the last throes of Susan's violent climax fade slowly away.
The water rushed around them both.
Susan slowly relaxed her grip on Dawn's waist, and her legs slipped open, releasing Dawn's hand.
Susan let her legs sink back to the floor of the big tub, and she rested there, clinging limply to Dawn's trim body.
Dawn glanced toward Tonto.
The dog was sitting up, eyes watching her, very alert. His tongue was lolling out the side of his mouth. His whole body was tense and ready.
Dawn smiled at the huge black dog.
She was certain that his cock was stiff, pulsing eagerly, ready to shove into her cunt or asshole again, and fuck her silly.
Susan stirred against her.
She looked down and petted the girl's wet hair out of her face. Susan looked up into Dawn's eyes.
"Thanks," she said weakly.
She slowly dragged herself to her feet, and stood beside Dawn.
"You have the most fabulous hands I've ever felt," Susan said.
Dawn smiled. Everything she'd just done for Susan had been purely instinctive. She'd never even dreamed of doing such a thing before. But when it had started, she had felt as though she'd always known what to do.
It gave her great pleasure to please another girl.
It gave her great pleasure to be fucked by a dog.
Was she crazy? She smiled as she totally dismissed the idea. No, she wasn't crazy. She was just growing up. And enjoying the fucking hell out of it, too.
"Well, let's get showered off, shall we?" Susan said.
"Sure," Dawn agreed. "Then maybe you can tell me what some of this other stuff is for." She indicated the rest of the odd equipment in the large tub-room.
"Oh, you'll love some of these things, honey," Susan told her.
"Only some?"
Susan laughed lightly.
"Yeah, only some. That piece over there, for instance, you won't like at all. I can't recommend it at all."
"The rack? Is that what it really is?"
"Yes. And believe me, it really works."
"You've been on it?"
"Oh, yes," Susan admitted as she helped Dawn climb from the pool. The two naked girls walked toward the shower room. They passed near the instrument they were discussing. Dawn paused and looked at it curiously.
"And yes," Susan added, "it really hurts like hell."
Dawn winced as she reached out and lightly touched the side of the huge machine. It looked old, and heavy, and meant for real work.
"But don't worry," Susan said, taking Dawn's hand and pulling her toward the showers. "Like I told you before, you don't have to do anything here that you don't want to do."
"You wanted to be put on that rack?" Dawn asked, eyes wide.
"Um, not exactly. It's part of the game. I want to play the game, and that's part of it. Makes everything a bit more exciting, really."
"Oh," Dawn said, not understanding.
Susan took her into the shower room, and turned on two of the showers. The girls soaped themselves thoroughly and rinsed down in the blasting spray of hot water.
As they dried themselves off with huge fluffy towels, Susan gave a loud sigh.
"I guess I might as well explain," Susan said. "My brother Jimmy and I live here with our father. Our mother split on us about five years ago. Tough shit on her, too, because just after she gave up the ship, my dad struck it rich. She tried to come back to us about two years ago, after she found out we were so fucking well off, but we didn't want any part of her by then."
Susan squatted and rubbed the big towel between her thighs.
"Anyway, when my mom split, my dad got really depressed. He got to drinking pretty bad. This was before he struck it rich. He would come home, bashed out of his mind, very late at night. He'd be horny as hell."
Susan wiped the towel across her tits, lifting them one at a time to dry the slight fold beneath them.
"Oh, yes, he was horny. I was the only available girl."
Dawn finished drying herself and put the towel back on the rack.
"But you must have been only a kid then."
Susan hung up her towel, then turned to her new friend.
"Yeah," she said simply.
The girls walked back out to the tub room. They sat down on the couch, both of them still naked.
"So, tell me the story," Dawn said quietly.
"I know what you're thinking, honey," Susan said with a slight smile. "You're thinking my daddy raped me. Not true. He was horny, but he took care of it in quite a different way."
As Susan told her story, Tonto wandered over to the couch. He sat on the floor, listening intently to his mistress's words.
Susan and Jimmy were both in bed when their father got home. As usual, he'd been drinking. He wasn't an alcoholic, yet. But he spent a lot of time under the weather, as he called it.
Susan felt so sorry for her father, John, that she could barely stand it. He was such a good daddy, and he deserved much more from them all than he ever got.
Susan's mother had simply taken off, less than two months ago. She'd been fed up with living hand-to-mouth, with only the promise that everything would soon get better.
Susan's father had been devastated. For weeks, he just sat on the couch staring blankly at the TV screen. Susan had tried hard to keep things together. She had been terrified that her father would suddenly vanish, that she'd wake up one morning and find him gone, just like her mother.
She slept very little those first few weeks. After two whole months, she was beginning to settle down. She knew her father wasn't going to suddenly abandon her and her younger brother Jimmy.
But over the past couple of weeks she had noticed a change in her father's attitude toward her. Even though he spent a lot of time drunk, he had started looking at her differently.
At first, Susan had attributed this difference to the booze. Maybe it was just something wrong with his eyes. Maybe he couldn't see right after drinking all evening.
But then one evening, while all three of them were sitting watching the television, Susan became lost in the show. She was absently cupping her developing young tit, fingering her nipple through the material of her blouse.
She wasn't wearing a bra. She didn't need to at that age.
When she suddenly realized what she was doing and where she was, she glanced quickly toward her father.
He was staring right at her tit.
And his hand was working at the crotch of his pants.
Susan blushed deeply. She knew something of sex even then. She knew what her father was holding. His prick was still inside his pants, thank God, but she knew what was going on. Her father was playing with his cock.
And he was watching her play with her little tit.
She blushed harder and rushed suddenly from the room.
After that, though, Susan found her father watching her more and more closely. At first it bothered her. But soon she discovered that she liked it. She enjoyed playing a little game with him. She would sit on the couch and massage her small tits, finger her nipples into hardness, right through her blouse. And she always pretended she was unaware that her father was watching her.
He would hold a pillow over his lap, and his hand would move frantically for awhile. Then he'd let out a sigh, and after awhile he'd get up and go into the bathroom. When he came out, he totally ignored her.
Susan started enlarging her game, expanding her horizons. She was growing up, after all, and experimenting with her body was a natural thing. She wanted to see what she could do, what she could get away with. She wanted to find out what would please her. And what would please her daddy.
She started out with simple things. She would stretch out on the couch, with her feet toward her father. During the course of the evening, she would lift her knees up. Her skirt would fall up around her thighs, and, when she casually parted her knees, she would expose the ass and crotch of her white cotton panties.
Her father seemed to love it when she did that. She would glance at him, and see the rapt expression on his face. He was lost in the whiteness of her panties, lost in some lusty dream of his own. She would glance at the pillow on his lap, and watch his hand pumping away beneath it for a second. But then she had to look away, so he wouldn't guess she knew what he was doing, and wouldn't know she was showing off for him.
One evening, more excited with her game than usual, more horny herself than usual, she tried something new.
As she rested there on the couch with her short skirt riding high around her waist, her lovely little knees spread wide, one against the back of the couch, one resting down on the seat, she slowly and absently let her hand reach down and cup her cunt mound, right through the material of her white panties.
Her fingers traced lightly along the leg-bands, as though to ease the tightness. Then she wiggled and shifted on the couch, pretending she had forgotten there was anyone else in the room, and stuffed her hand right down under the waistband of her panties.
She sighed and rested like that for a long time, working her fingers now and then as she stroked the utterly hairless mound of her fresh young virgin pussy.
Her father was breathing very heavily by the time he got up and went into the bathroom.
Susan considered that experiment a total success.
It gave her even better ideas, too.
The next night, she tried something even more daring.
Before she came down from her bedroom to watch television, she took her panties off completely.
She lifted her knees and spread them. Her skirt fell high around her little waist, exposing her bare young pussy.
She cupped herself.
She stroked her fingertip right down between the puffy lips of her bare and hairless little cunt.
She found that lovely little spot that made her feel so wonderful.
She began pushing at it, rubbing gently.
She began squirming on the couch.
All the time she played with her little pussy, her father watched in fascinated awe.
When he covered his lap with the pillow, little Susan flushed hotly, and before she could stop herself, she blurted, "Don't do that, Daddy."
The man's eyes shot wide open, and he blushed bright red. But little Susan smiled at him, and kept her finger working at her clitty.
"Don't cover your cock," she said, her voice small as she tried her best to sound sexy. "Let me see it."
Her father sat there, stunned out of his booze-ridden fog.
"I'm letting you look at me, so it's only fair that you let me see you," the little girl said, with innocent logic.
Her father gulped hard, but said nothing. Slowly, he unzipped the front of his pants and reached inside. He hauled out his prick.
Susan stared at the thick hard rod of her daddy's cock for what seemed like hours. Her fingers froze in her cunt. She just rested there, looking at that wonderful amazing thing – her father's great big cock.
"This isn't right," her father finally managed to whisper.
But Susan shrugged.
"I like it," she said casually, totally unconcerned with any larger moral issue.
"Do you like mine?" she added, lifting her hand away from her naked cunt.
She smiled happily as her father nodded. It was the only response he could make.
His cock was steel-hard. His balls hurt like hell. He wanted to fuck something tight and deep and hot. But not his own sweet little girl. Not his very own Susan.
But he couldn't take his eyes from that delightful little cunt. He stared at her sweetly moist and totally hairless cunt mound, at her fresh young mound of virgin pussy meat.
He sighed hard.
Susan was caught up fully in her game. This was great fun, she thought. She was really pleasing her daddy, and she felt really good herself. It felt nice, letting her father see her pussy naked like this.
Then suddenly she thought that maybe he would like to see more.
While her daddy stared at her quivering little pussy, Susan lifted her hands to her throat. She quickly slipped her blouse open. She shifted on the couch and opened her blouse completely, exposing her bare little tits, which were hardly more than bumps on her chest.
She sat up and took her blouse off completely.
Then she stood up, whipped the belt open around her waist, and pushed her skirt down to her bare feet. She stepped out of it, and stood there, stark naked in front of her own dear father.
She expected him to be delighted. She wanted him to play with his prick again. But this time she wanted to watch him jack off. She wanted to please him. She wanted to make him happy again.
But her father suddenly became enraged. He leaped up off the end of the couch with a scream. "No!"
He stuffed his big cock back into his pants and jumped forward. He grabbed his naked little daughter by the upper arm and yanked her along beside him. He pulled her rapidly out to the garage.
There, he took off his belt and whipped her bare little ass so hard it flamed with red welts for a week.
He left her there in the garage, sobbing her little heart out, naked as the day she was born. He left her there, stormed back into the house, and went to bed, more frustrated than he had ever been in his life.
Susan crawled painfully across the littered cement floor of the garage and climbed onto a moldy old mattress in the corner. She sobbed and wept in anger and frustration. Why had her daddy whipped her? She was only trying to make him happy. She had made him happy, she knew she had. But something had made him very mad.
She was too confused to sort it, out. She cried hard. She laid out on the mattress on her tummy. Her little ass cheeks flamed with burning agony.
Then she shrieked. Something cool and wet had touched her ass.
She quickly got up onto her hands and knees and whirled around on the mattress.
It was a puppy.
A great big goofy-faced puppy.
She gulped her sobs to a stop, then reached out to touch the happy little puppy's bobbing head. The little doggie yipped and darted away, then leaped back, tail wagging so merrily that Susan forgot her burning ass.
"Hi, fella," she whispered. She held out her arms, and the doggie jumped into them. Susan sat upright, keeping her ass off the mattress or her own ankles, and hugged and kissed the doggie hard, loving him instantly, hoping she could keep him forever.
"His name's Tonto," Jimmy said.
Susan shrieked again.
"Jimmy! How long have you been out here?"
She cowered into the corner, trying to hide her nakedness behind the squirming little body of the cute puppy.
"As long as you have," the little boy snorted. "Boy, pa really laid into you, didn't he?"
"Shut up, you little creep."
"What'd you do that got him so mad at you?"
Jimmy walked over to the mattress and sat down. He patted it, and the puppy wiggled hard to get free of the little girl's arms.
"Stop that, Jimmy," Susan scolded, hugging the doggie so hard he couldn't get free. "He's mine."
"No he ain't yours," Jimmy said. "He's mine. He's all mine and only mine and not yours at all, not ever."
The boy scooted over the mattress and grabbed the puppy from Susan's arms.
"And why ain't you got no clothes on, either?" he said. He hugged the puppy tightly, nuzzling it with his cheek.
After his mother left, Jimmy felt very alone, very frightened. Only a few days before his sister's whipping, he had found the puppy running the streets. It had no collar or name tag, so he brought it home. Since they rarely used the garage, except for storage, Jimmy thought he could keep the puppy out here, that nobody would ever know about it.
But now his whole plan was ruined, ruined by some dumb little girl who didn't have her clothes on.
"Never mind about my clothes. Just get me a blanket or something, and quit looking at me like that."
Jimmy had seen his sister nude on several occasions, but only fleetingly. He'd never gotten a really good look at her. And if she didn't stop cowering in the corner like that, he never would.
"I told you to stop that and get me something to cover myself with."
"Oh, all right," the little boy said at last, annoyed that his sister thought she could take his puppy away. That would never happen, he told himself. Never.
He got her an old sheet, and Susan quickly wrapped it around her nakedness.
Jimmy had thrown the sheet at her, and now he started out of the garage.
"Where are you going with that dog?" she said loudly.
"None of your business."
"You can't take it inside the house, stupid. Maybe you didn't notice it, but Daddy's not in a very good mood. This is no time to spring a doggie on him."
Jimmy made a snarling frown, but he knew his sister was right.
"OK, Tonto can stay out here with you for awhile. But he's mine, not yours."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Fine," Susan said. She watched as her brother put the puppy down. She could see the look of love in his eyes, and she suddenly realized how lonely the poor kid must be.
"Don't worry, Jim," she said kindly. "I'll take good care of him."
"You better."
Jimmy pushed through the door into the house. Susan was alone with Tonto for the first time.
Jimmy went upstairs to bed. His father heard him, and, even though he was angry with Susan, he knew it wasn't all her fault. He knew he should go down and let her out of the garage. He hadn't exactly told her to stay there until he let her out, but he knew his daughter like a book. She wouldn't budge from the garage until told she could. Naked, she would stay out there no matter how cold she got.
John sat up on the edge of the bed, trying to sort out the confusion in his brain. God, what a little beauty of a cunt that kid had. But she was his own damned daughter. He couldn't go stuffing her cunt with his prick. But he had to do something, or he would go nuts. And where would that leave these two good kids? Nowhere.
John fought with himself for a long time.
Finally, he decided the best course of action would be to go down, bring Susan inside, and have a long, long but very fatherly talk with her about sex, about cocks, about cunts, about what men and women did with their cocks and cunts.
He pulled on a robe, and went down the stairs. He walked through the kitchen and over to the door leading into the garage. He paused for a moment at the window in the door.
He froze.
He ripped open the front of his robe and grabbed his cock. His prick rose up hard and hot in his fist, and he started yanking violently.
Inside the garage, wiggling her bare and red-welted little ass right at him was his own little girl.
Some damned little dog was lapping at her cunt.
"Oh, Tonto was a good doggie, right from the start," Susan said, reaching down and scratching the big fellow behind his ears.
Tonto groaned in pleasure, and thrust his big head forward.
"I'd gotten so fucking horny showing my daddy my pussy that I couldn't stand it. That little puppy wiggled all over in my arms, and his tongue just wouldn't stop. I guess he was just happy to have someone to play with. But I was horny, and when that little scratchy tongue of his hit my nipple, it just about exploded. I'd never felt anything like it. I spent a few minutes experimenting with him. I'd hold him against my tits, and he'd lick and lick like crazy. I'd put him down to my belly button, and he damn near tickled me to death. But when I held him down between my legs, and his little tongue began wetting my pussy, well, I guess I really did die. It was absolute heaven. I pressed his little head right up in there, and he seemed to know exactly what to do. He jammed his tongue right between my cunt lips, and slapped it over my clit a couple of times, and I came. I came right in his cute little face. God, I came so hard I thought I was having a fucking fit."
"And your father was watching you all the time?"
"Yep," Susan said. She bent forward and hugged the big German shepherd hard. "Yes, he was. I didn't know it at the time, though. Afterward, we had a very long talk. A lot of talks, actually. And we decided that Jimmy could keep Tonto, and that I could use him for getting off, and that Dad could watch me do it, and jack off. That way, we'd all be happy, and safe."
"But what about all this equipment?"
"Oh, after Dad's investments paid off we got into a lot of nifty things. And Jimmy started getting interested, too. I know the poor kid's horny as hell for my cunt. I tease him a lot. Maybe someday I'll let him in, but I don't know. I bet he's horny for you, too, now. He likes tying girls up. I've let him do it to me. Quite a lot, actually. And I've started letting him tie me to the rack. Daddy always sets the tension, though. He knows just how to do it. Jimmy might really break me."
"Why do you use such a thing?"
"Part of the game, like I told you. I get Tonto to fuck me, or I suck his cock, or something like that. Daddy watches. We have one rule. I can't look at Daddy while I'm fucking or sucking. If I do, then I get punished."
"But why?"
"For the hell of it. And because it's fun, exciting. And to tell the truth, I look at Dad on purpose sometimes, because I know he gets off watching me being punished on one of these things."
Susan said it all so casually, so happily. Dawn looked around the large room again, and wondered what it would be like to be placed on one of those weird-looking contraptions. But Susan seemed fine, and she had been on all of them.
"Daddy should be getting home from work pretty soon. Would you like to meet him?"
"Oh, yes," Dawn said, her enthusiasm real. She immediately imagined the most exciting thing – she and Susan, making love to each other, making love to Tonto while Susan's father watched them.
Just then, Jimmy pushed through the door and into the room. Susan sighed and shook her head.
"Boy, are you in trouble," she said with a giggle.
Jimmy stopped dead in his tracks. He stared with an open mouth at the two naked girls. Dawn smiled pleasantly at him, waiting for him to recognize her.
He did.
"Oh oh," he said, turning sharply and starting to leave the room.
"Stop, mister," Susan commanded. Jimmy stopped. Then he whirled around and pointed at Susan.
"Hey," he shouted. "I'm not the one who's gonna be in trouble. You are. The goats got out again."
Susan moaned.
"Oh, Jesus, not again. I will be in trouble if Dad finds out."
Susan got up off the couch. Dawn followed her. They walked over to a spacious closet set in the wall. Susan opened it, and started rummaging through the clothing. She pulled out two outfits of shorts and halter tops and tossed one to Dawn.
"No panties or bras, but what the fuck, huh?" Susan said.
"What the fuck," Dawn repeated.
They dressed quickly, and ran out to the back yard. Jimmy had vanished again. But Susan knew he was somewhere around, watching them. She knew about the hole he'd drilled in her bedroom wall, too. But she had too much fun posing for him, letting the little horny kid spy on her when she undressed for bed or played with her pussy and tits before going to sleep.
Besides, Jimmy was a good kid at heart. He was just lonely for a woman's touch, a touch Susan was sure Dawn would willingly supply, and soon.
But right now her problem was rounding up those randy fucking goats.
She crossed the small corral where the goats were supposed to be kept and inspected the rope that held the gate shut.
"Chewed through," she muttered with a curse.
Susan looked out into the woods. There they were, the lousy little bastards.
"There," Susan said to Dawn, pointing. "Let's go get them."
Dawn shrugged.
"If I sit down right here, they'll probably come to me."
"Huh?" Susan said.
Dawn explained about the goats again quickly. This time, Susan listened closely, nodding.
"Yeah," she said. Her mind was already leaping ahead. Goats. Those fucking beasts had been right under her nose all the time, and she'd never once thought about using them like that. How easy it is to get into a rut, she thought. Goats. What a great idea.
She looked across the little clearing toward the three animals at the edge of the woods.
"Goats," Susan muttered.