It was on the hottest, most humid day on record at Harp Lake that Shelley and Rhoda drove off to explore the cliffs above the western shore. Their trip was planned originally as a convenient way for the two women to get off by themselves – both were AC-DC playgirls, and they enjoyed an occasional private session of their own.
But the jaunt was triply motivated when Rhoda learned facts from two sources. Jack mentioned the white thing he and Denise had seen in the "ledge" or hole in the cliff side, and Tom had revealed the secret of the entrance. So the blonde and the brunette decided to check out the "white thing" and bed down on blankets in the cool cave, enjoying the bird's-eye view and whatever sex play they might be in the mood for.
It was after one p.m. when they finally had their blankets down on the stone floor at the mouth of the cave. A hamper and a Styrofoam cooler contained snacks, refreshments, and miscellaneous items they thought might come in handy.
They spent the first hour enjoying the view. Rhoda had her binoculars, and Shelley had borrowed Tom's for the day. Not only did they learn the topography for several miles around, they also took color photos of Harp Lake and its cottages, intending to have their own postal cards made.
At approximately two-fifteen, after cocktails from the shaker in the iced cooler, they started to play. It was the clap of distant thunder that triggered the action. It startled Shelley and she grabbed Rhoda, embracing her tightly.
Their warm, soft bodies pressed together; tits against tits, belly into belly, thighs interlocking with thighs, and mouths meeting in a hungry kiss. As they sucked each other's tongues, their nipples frictioned together. Thrills raced over them and their legs threshed as they tried to effect closer contact between their swiftly heating cunts.
As they broke their kissing to catch their breaths, Shelley squirmed around on the blankets, scissoring her legs between Rhoda's and scooting up until she had her twat pressed against her friend's.
As the blonde and brunette hairs curled together, their slits met, after a fashion, and they began grinding against each other in an effort to bring themselves off. But the position was awkward for them, so they disentangled their legs and slid closer together.
Shelley's mouth found Rhoda's black-haired cunt just as Rhoda's lips cupped the golden-forested snatch in Shelley's crotch. They began to lick and nibble and suck, each knowing the precise techniques that were certain to excite the other.
In seconds, both women were creaming and moaning as they drank the steamy juices and stirred the flesh to create more and more of it. Their tits were pressed quiveringly into bellies, the four udders sandwiched between them like precisely placed pillows that absorbed the bouncing shock of their struggling bodies.
Their timing was good. Each teased the other up the scale of mounting passion until release was in sight. Then both took the same route to finish the trip. Each pair of lips encircled a clit, made hot little sucks at it, popping it out of its hood and back, and triggering the final series of sensations that sent desire to the ultimate peak.
Creaming copiously, both of them began to moan and sob with ecstasy, their mouths parting from the dribbling twat as each had to abandon everything while the orgasmic waves rolled high and hard.
They lay gasping on the blankets for a few seconds before they realized that the thunder had moved closer. It was louder now and they could see the lightning flashes reflecting among the dark clouds that had accumulated overhead.
"It's going to rain like mad," Rhoda said. "Don't you love to sit inside and look out at the rain?"
"Yes. It's going to be cozy in here, if it doesn't rain into the mouth of the cave." Shelley frowned a little as she spoke.
"It shouldn't," Rhoda observed. "The winds from the west or the southwest, I think. But let's pull the blankets back a ways, just in case!"
They got up and pulled their heavy pallet of four Indian blankets toward the rear of the cave. They were crawling back onto them, facing the cave mouth, when they heard a low, deep growling behind them.
They both froze, although shivers were running up their backs, and their knees would have knocked if they had not been supporting their weight on hands and knees.
The growling stopped, and they envisioned some beast leaping through the air at them. Yet they were afraid to turn and look behind them. It was the sniffing sound and the soft whines that followed it which gave them courage to look over their shoulders.
He stood at the bottom of the crude steps that led into the cave from the boulders above, his lean, powerful body tensed as he continued to sniff the air toward them. The white coat was obviously thinned by the summer's heat, but it looked glossy and surprisingly clean. He appeared to be about twenty-eight inches high at the shoulders, and his general characteristics seemed to be those of a German Shepherd. But the long snout proclaimed a hybrid strain, bred from a collie or – they shivered at the thought – a wolf!
"It's… it's… it's the one!" Shelley managed to say in a whisper. Her blue eyes were wide with fear and uncertainty.
"Yes," Rhoda agreed. "Whatever we do, we mustn't spook him! Remember the woman he attacked? If we don't try to fight him, he probably won't hurt us. He can't even tear our clothes… we aren't wearing any!"
"Yeah!" Shelley's voice had an odd tone. "The worst we can expect is… rape!"
The beast was whining almost steadily and he was advancing slowly, cautiously, toward them. They dared not move at all. Finally his muzzle was inches from Shelley's upturned ass, and the moist, black patch of his nose moved very slowly into the crease between her curvaceous buns, and his tongue lashed out to taste the flavor of her asshole.
She squealed softly as thrills rippled through her, and the beast growled at her. He whined again and dropped his nose to sniff under her crotch. His whines became more impatient at the scent of her female heat.
His long tongue flicked out and lapped her dripping cunt, and he seemed to go wild. He licked and licked at the cream she oozed, whimpering as he tasted her. Shelley whimpered, too, but this time the animal did not scold her with a growl. He was too excited with the bitch-scent that stirred his pulse.
Rhoda, watching from the sidelines, had let herself slowly down onto the blankets in a sitting position. From her vantage point, she could see the long, red rod of the animal's cock jutting out of the fur on his belly. The end of his prick was a conically tapered curve that seemed to twitch and change its pointing direction, as if it were a fingertip.
Shelley, desire-maddened by the exciting cunt-licking, had tilted her hips and pelvis to thrust her cunt back toward the stimulating tongue. Now, the animal rose up on his hind legs.
"Brace yourself!" Rhoda whispered. "He's going to fuck you!"
Shelley felt the furry forelegs slide over her hips, then the warm, moist point of the beast's prick struck her between cunt and asshole and slid up to wedge itself in the tight wrinkles of her asshole.
She raised her ass abruptly, and the prick slid downward as the animal hunched forward. The tip slithered into the sloppy petals of her hairy cunt, probed around swiftly, then found her hole and slipped inside.
The beast hunched again, and Shelley felt his cock snake into her cunt. As it plowed into her hole, she was amazed at the fullness she felt. She had imagined some sort of slim, rather short prick, but the whang he was feeding into her cunt must have been a good match in diameter for a big man.
Now he began fucking her in earnest. His hindquarters tensed and humped into her with hard thrusts, driving his prick through her slick sheath rapidly. Shelley was growing hotter by the moment, feeling the delicious fullness, the heat of the meat – several degrees warmer than human flesh – and the teasing tickle of his furry foreskin as it rammed against her box.
Above her, she could hear him panting loudly, with occasional whining overtones. His saliva drooled from the comers of his mouth and dripped from his tongue, dropping onto her back. The feral smell of his coat was a constant reminder to Shelley of the bestial nature of her attacker, and it seemed to heighten her excitement.
"Oh, fuck it, doggie!" she moaned, feeling the heated thrills increase inside her with every passing second. His prick slid in and out of her snatch with rapid strokes, making a slushy sound in the strange acoustics of the cave.
Shelley's ass was moving, helping with the action as she sought to swallow as much of his meat as she could get inside her cunt. Her steady whimpering convinced Rhoda that it must be great, and the brunette was panting with passion as she sat there envying her friend. She was getting so excited that she had to shove a pair of fingers up her cunt and thumb her clit as she screwed herself.
"He's coming in me!" Shelley whimpered. "Oh, Rho! His cum's so hot!" She moaned loudly as she began to climax. Her ass shivered and ripples appeared under her skin at various points as her muscles tensed. She shuddered through the orgasm, but the animal kept humping away on her, driving his hard prick in and out of her convulsing sheath.
"Oh, God!" Shelley whispered. "He came in me, but he's still hard… and still fucking!" She moaned, wondering how much she would be able to take.
The very thought of what Shelley was experiencing had Rhoda so worked up that she now brought herself off by hand, gasping and grunting through her minor climax. Then she tried to pull herself together, realizing that almost anything could happen after the beast had satisfied his sexual instincts.
She remembered that she had food in the hamper nearby, and began thinking about what to offer the animal. If he got his nuts off and was given food, he would not be likely to harm them. And she would have to get the food from the hamper now – while he was fully occupied with Shelley; later, he might misunderstand her movement for an act of aggression.
When she opened the hamper, she thanked her guardian angel for inspiring her to throw in the barbecued chicken that was in the refrigerator; and since it was an afterthought, it was on top, in its foil sack!
She managed to get it out without making any racket, holding the foil bag gently as she set it on the stone floor beside the blankets. Then she turned back to see what was taking place.
"Rho! He's coming again!" Shelley cried. "It's so hot… and my cunt's about to explode! Ohhhhh! Here I… GOOOO!"
She jerked to the rhythm of another orgasm, but the beast still kept screwing her with his hard cock. Then, as her spasms weakened, the canine prick spurted again, jetting hotly into her depths. She cried out at the added stimulus, feeling her convulsions regain their intensity.
Rhoda watched as the beast slowed his tight fucks, then withdrew from Shelley's cunt. He dropped to all fours and turned to look at Rhoda, suddenly suspicious and on guard again, now that he had spent his lust.
"Nice doggie!" she said in a low, pleasant tone. "Are you hungry?" She moved her hand toward the foil bag, and the beast growled warningly. She put the hand back down beside her and sat there, wondering what to do, if anything.
Shelley was lying face-down on the blankets where she had collapsed the moment the animal dismounted. She was moaning softly and gasping for breath. Rhoda could not count on her to help for a while.
The animal moved closer to Rhoda, again sniffing the air, and she received the impression – as if it were a telepathic communication – that the beast was still thinking about sex. She wondered if she should just lie back and let him do as he wished, or would she be better able to defend herself, if necessary, from the same position that Shelley had been in?
"Shel!" she called out softly. "At least keep an eye on him for me!" Carefully, Rhoda got into the all-fours position. The animal growled twice as she moved, but not too loudly. And when she was in place, her delectable ass uptilted and her pelvis thrust back and up to present him with a vulnerable target, he whined and wagged his tail as he moved up to nuzzle the black hairs around her dripping snatch.
She had done the right thing! Of course. To him, she was a sexual object – a strange kind of bitch – when she was on her hands and knees, offering him her asshole and pussy to sniff, like any peaceful-intentioned canine!
He slithered his tongue into the offered gash, lapped loudly at the juices gathered there, probing her hole with the tip of his tongue. Rhoda felt tingling electric thrills spreading out through her belly and cunt.
"Ooohh! Nice doggie!" she moaned. "Lick Rhoda's soupy cunt all you want!"
And he did lick at her twat for quite a while. She guessed that he was giving himself time to renew his supply of semen; the way he was gobbling her gash, he certainly was still interested in fucking!
He lapped her snatch so thoroughly and so long that Rhoda came while he was still licking her. He felt the shivers of her body, brought his tongue out of her box with an upward lash, then gave her spasming asshole a quick licking before he took his muzzle out of her crotch. Then he mounted her immediately.
"God, Rho!" Shelley gasped, looking at the spectacle from where she lay on the blankets. "Did you get a look at that juicy red cock?"
"YE-ESSS!" Rhoda's voice jerked and grew louder as the hot, wiggling tip of the prick searched around in her wet cunt and slid into its rightful hole. "I could see the tip and… part of the shaft from… where I was." She was gasping as the meat swelled her cunt more and more.
"The knot!" Shelley yelled suddenly, remembering what they had been told by a friend with a sex dog. "Don't let him get that knot inside you!"
"Oh, shit!" Rhoda moaned. "I think it's too late. There's a hell of a swelling just inside my cunt!" She whimpered at the tight feeling of extreme fullness in her hole. "Whatever happens, Shel, don't let him try to pull out before that swelling goes down. He's liable to tear my cunt out!"
"Rho, honey, he's like the pet gorilla. You let him do anything he wants! Just remember, don't you get panicked and try to get free before he decides he's through! Getting hung up is bad only when one of you gets panicked."
"How come… you didn't get the knot… stuffed in you?" Rhoda gasped as the big prick worked in and out of her slippery swat.
"I don't know. Maybe he didn't shove it in me far enough to risk a hang-up. He wasn't sure then about us, and maybe wanted to be ready to pull out in case he had to fight."
"Shel! Oh my God!" Rhoda cried. "He's got… the tip of it… curling up into… my uterus… and… HOT CUM!" she squealed as the fluid spurted into her womb.
Shelley watched as Rhoda's body weaved around. The blonde held her breath, realizing that if Rhoda passed out and toppled while the animal's knot was in her, painful damage could result. But the brunette recovered her balance, steadied herself on her hands and knees, and moaned steadily as the beast humped her with his short little fucks that seemed to stir her every passion.
"Fuck it, doggie!" she whimpered. Her ass was wiggling a little as she sought to work off some of her powerful tensions; they were building up in her so swiftly that she was about to go crazy with the potency of the thrilling sensations. "Oh, give me… some more spurts… of that cum!"
"Doggie" moved his meat in her sloppy snatch at his own pace, and Rhoda was almost sobbing when he loosed a second load. It hit the end of her tunnel like hot lead, and she wailed as the sensation started her on an orgasmic trip.
The rigid prick continued its tight stroking as her walls convulsed around it; her wrists, elbows and knees felt as weak as water while her body jerked out its orgasmic reactions, but she dared not lose the support of any of them!
The animal's panting and whining were very pronounced now, and his slaverings drooled down onto Rhoda's back steadily as he fucked desperately to get out his last shots.
"Oh, that hot beast meat!" Rhoda whimpered. "It's scorching my cunt!"
"Scalding, maybe. You're too wet to get scorched," Shelley said, observing the wet ooze and drippings that came from the brunette's crotch, where the beast's white-haired foreskin snuggled into the black hairs of her steamy cunt.
"I can't hold my… self up much longer!" Rhoda gasped.
And then the animal growled as he felt his draining load flow out of him. It shot into Rhoda's cunt with seemingly hotter-feeling potency than before. She cried out as she came again, and her body wobbled around as if she were a marionette, her torso suspended from a string while her rubbery arms and legs merely hung down from the swinging body.
The beast whined as he backed off from her, his knot slowly diminishing in size, but still too swollen to pull free of her cunt hole – itself swollen with the engorged blood of her sex flush.
They separated with a wet plop. As the knot came out of her hole, it sucked with it a vast excess of fluids, Rhoda's and the beast's. The stuff trickled down her thighs as her knees gave out and she slid down to lie with her belly on the blankets.
Shelley watched as the animal sat down on the stone floor and licked his cock. The unsheathed meat was a bright, fiery red now. She thought it must certainly be inflamed. But after a while, he got up and sniffed the air, then went to the foil bag and tore at it with his teeth.
He peeled back one side of the sacks then picked up the chicken in his jaws and carried it back into a dark corner at the rear of the cave.
Shelley could hear him eating as Rhoda began to stir on the blankets. The blonde crawled over her to her friend very slowly.
"How do you feel, Rho?" she asked.
"Like a busy whore who never lets the customer come first!" Rhoda raised up on an elbow and peered around her. "Where's our fair-haired fucking machine?" Her voice was filled with anxiety.
"Back there in the dark," Shelley assured her, pointing into the rear corner of the cave. "He's wolfing down your chicken. I don't think he'll be too eager to run away."
"Why? What makes you sound so sure? I know this is probably his den, but he is a… wild… whatever he is… dog… wolf… wolf-dog. He could even chase us out of here, now that he's through with us!"
"In the first place, Rho, I'm sure he's not as completely wild as when he came into the cave and surprised us. And I doubt that he's through with us… not for good. Otherwise he wouldn't be eating a few yards away from us. He could have gotten rid of us before he started to eat his meal… or during it!"
"You're right!" Rhoda conceded, shivering as she imagined herself attacked by those brutally sharp teeth. "And the way it seems to be raining, he'd have to be pretty stupid to leave a dry, warm cave full of cold food and hot fucking!"
"I think that's about the way he's figured it out," Shelley agreed. "You know, if we came here often, bringing food and plenty of wet cunt for him, he'd gradually become dependent on us… that's the way to take him!"
"It'd be a shame to change him… a wonderfully wild fuckster like that," Rhoda said.
"Not much chance of changing his fucking habits," Shelley explained. "Who wants to! But we have almost three months to get him used to trusting humans. Then it will be easier to take care of him. Have you thought about what might happen to him after vacation is over and we leave the area?"
"I see what you mean, Shel. He could get hit by a car on the county road, even starve this winter… unless he were tame enough to trust humans to feed him."
"Exactly. I've been thinking, and came up with a few ideas. Suppose we move about slowly and quietly, put out all the food he might be interested in, then leave him a blanket he can make a nest out of. If he lets us leave safely, we'll come back tomorrow or the next day… same time, I suppose… and bring him more food…"
"And more fucking!" Rhoda said excitedly. Then she winced at the tenderness of her cunt muscles, exhausted from their numerous contractions around the darting dog prick. She still felt swollen where his knot had been lodged in her. "If we can take it!"
"I don't think we'll find it hard to recruit pussy if we need help," Shelley said, grinning. "If you were told about a wild lover with a record-length tongue, a big juicy cock that could squirt right into your womb, and the ability to come three times before pulling out – still with a hard cock – would you stop to ask his name and age before getting in line?"
"Come on, Shel," Rhoda said, already feeling revitalized with the exciting memory of the described experience. "Let's get started."
Slowly, calmly and quietly, they began to prepare for leaving. Their "host" looked up from his meal several times, but made no move to leave his chicken carcass.
When they started up the steps with the cooler and hamper – they had decided to leave all the blankets, since they intended to bed down there again – the beast whined softly as he watched their legs move in the dimness of the crude stairwell.
The long tongue lolled wetly in his open mouth as he panted, and his tail was wagging slowly until they disappeared from view.