If her mother noticed the dress, she didn't make any indication. She was too much in a hurry, had been interrupted in whatever she had been doing, also.
"Telephone," she told Laura briefly as soon as her young daughter appeared. Then the mother returned to the kitchen.
Laura was a little out of breath, whether from the frustrated and unfinished love-making or from the strain of hiding her guilt from whoever, specifically her mother, might see, it would be hard to say. Nevertheless, her breathing was a little hard, raspy. She paused a few moments before taking the receiver from the telephone bench where her mother had placed it to await her coming. She sat down, took one deep breath, and tried to speak in as normal a tone of voice as she could muster.
"Hello!"
"I feel terrible and have to apologize," a voice thinly said after a pause. It was Pete DePow. Of all the nerve! Yet, she couldn't be too angry. She couldn't shake the memory that upstairs just now, on the bed, she had just about willed him to be with her. Who knows? Maybe that's why he was calling. Maybe he knew she wasn't really mad, at least not any more.
"I guess we might as well forget it," she said sternly. Gosh, she didn't know what to say! She couldn't admit to him that she… well… that she liked him! And on the other hand, she hadn't really had the time to think it all out, but she had a sneaking suspicion that it would be better if she made herself get over all this and went back to concentrating on baseball and hockey.
"I don't know if I can forget it, Laura. I… you're pretty special, you know. I decided, though, that I just won't stay alone with you any more. Will that be all right? You do still want to join the club, don't you? You wouldn't let a little… slip like that get in the way, would you?"
It wouldn't hurt to be forgiving, would it? Laura asked herself. And as long as he promised not to trust himself alone with her, she should be all right, shouldn't she? A nasty little devil in the back of her mind hinted to her that she didn't want to be that all right, but she thrust the naughty thought away.
"I suppose," she mumbled. She didn't have time to say what it was she supposed before Pete's voice came back to her all excited.
"Great!" he exclaimed. "Janie and Mack are at the clubhouse now. I gotta do something, but you come back and they'll tell you about things, okay?"
"Okay," she muttered. She was just hanging up the telephone when her mother returned to the hallway.
"Who was that? I didn't recognize his voice," her mother said.
"Oh, Peter DePow," she said, not without some pride that she knew him.
"You look lovely in that little dress," her mother enthused before the name she had heard registered on her brain. "DePow? Any relation to Ernest DePow?" her mother asked, stunned.
"I don't know. His son, maybe," Laura said, now sorry she had been proud of her new friend and had mentioned his name. Her mother was bearing down on her, forgetting whatever errand had brought her through the hall. She looked as though she were bursting with a million questions. "Look, Mom, I don't really know and I got to go in a big hurry."
Her mother's face look disappointed, rejected. Laura, forgetting that she was wearing a dress, bolted out the door in her usual fashion, like a barn-crazed colt let out to pasture for the first time in a long winter.
Laura easily remembered the way to Peter's house, and she turned into the yard not knowing whether she hoped someone saw her going into such an important place or hoped no one saw her because she understood now that playing with Pete was going to make of her a social oddity in her family and among her relatives. They would all stop making fun of her boyish interests and start to talk to her like a human being, and she didn't know if she could take that notoriety. There was a price to fame that she hadn't known about before she had seen it in her mother's avid eyes. Thinking about that, she wondered about something else. If everybody bugged a person for being a friend of someone important like Peter, what must it be like to actually be Peter DePow? Maybe that's why he had to go to a private school and play baseball in some other secret place, part of a secret club. Gosh, imagine having to sneak around avoiding people all the time! How lonely!
By the time she had finished that kind of wondering, she had arrived at the big red maples, and there was Janie.
"Mack's gone to get some sodas," her girl friend explained. "Pete will be awhile. I'm going to get some cookies or something. Would you mind picking up the club house a little?" Janie asked.
"No, I don't mind," Laura said generously. She was feeling kindly and understanding now after her sympathetic thoughts of Pete and all the problems he must have being wealthy and related to a former mayor. She looked around. No, the boys were not in sight. She had been silly to wear a dress, but as long as they weren't here to watch her climb into the tree house, she guessed she would be fine. At the moment she wasn't as worried about being seen as she was about knowing she was seen, feeling the hot eyes staring at her under her dress. She doubted it would take much to force those incredible feelings to the front once more, burning away her will power and her reserve.
"Tell Fido to be good," Janie added. "Tell him I'll bring him a bone if I can find one!" The dark-haired little girl laughed.
"Who's Fido?"
"Club mascot," Janie explained with a twinkle in her eye. With that she turned on her heel and started back to the street.
Fido turned out to be a dog. From his name, Laura had guessed he would be a dog. What she had not guessed was that he would be such a big dog! He was a full grown German Shepherd, his long hair a soft black color. How in the world had they gotten such a big dog up into a tree house, she wondered.
"Well, my goodness, aren't you a mystery, though," she cooed gently to the beautiful dog, lovingly stroking his large head.
The pleasing sound of the girl's soft, crooning voice together with the gentle pressure of her small, stroking hand filled Fido with warm-hearted relish. Instinctively, he raised his head and began licking her hand to seal this new friendship. Imagine getting goosebumps from an animal's licking tongue! I'm in a bad way, thought the pig-tailed little girl. She kept hoping that the sexual stimulation that she had now undergone twice without fulfillment, would go away with the passing of time, yet it seemed to be roused more easily as time went by instead of less easily.
"Maybe they'll bring something for you, too," she said, patting the dog's head again but more absently because of her divided thoughts, half on him and half on the unwanted heat in her body.
The intelligent animal whined, almost as if he knew what she was saying, Laura thought, unable to repress an urge to embrace him against her thigh and continue stroking his warm, creased, fur-covered head. He whimpered again softly, partially in awareness to her melodious voice bestowing kindness and love, but even more because he had sensed in his closeness against her, a poignant smell not unfamiliar to him, a heady scent which immediately inspired trained responses in his glistening muscular body, the human mating aura he had been skillfully educated by the club members to recognize.
Laura tore herself from the dog with a will. It was time to forget herself and do the picking up she had promised. Then when the others came back, they would this time talk about safe things like sports, she hoped. Her mind still a conglomeration of mixed-veined thoughts, Laura picked up some papers from the floor and then bent over to fix the pillows on which Pete DePow had introduced her to a new side of herself earlier. And behind the bent figure, Fido's head abruptly nudged forward in underneath the hem of the rosebud-studded dress.
The twelve year old girl was frozen into immobility at the feel of the unmistakable cool wetness of Fido's nose high on the softness of her inner thigh! Why she didn't jerk upright in shock, fear, or at least, a smattering of self-respect, she could only lay to the prurient excitement which still smoldered inside her aching loins. Instead of doing any of those wise things, she continued to stoop there, waiting, thrilled by the fact that the big dog's beautiful head was wedged up under her short dress from behind, animalishly sniffing. And then, the hot unmistakable lap of his long slippery tongue snaked up against her still moistened cuntal area! Could a dog know? Could he sense the erotic state of a human being?
It had to be that, she admitted to herself. His searing tongue felt like a firebrand caressing the swollen lips of her still feverishly throbbing pussy just as though she had no panties on at all, and how she would dearly love to take them down! Again he licked, and she hung there in her stooped-over position as he drew the long wet length of his tongue undeniably between her partially spread cuntal lips, licking along the entire panty-covered furrow.
Slowly, Laura raised up, straightening. She turned to gaze in bewilderment at the handsome black animal who was staring up at her with brown eyes twinkling, ears slightly cocked, mouth opened and tongue lolling, and graceful tail wagging in a friendly motion. Then he softly growled.
"What… what is it, boy?" the frightened little girl asked.
The strange dog uttered another muted growl, and the sensually intoxicated young tomboy wasn't sure if she were imagining things or not but it seemed he growled because he sensed the rekindled passion up between her trembling thighs! Oh, how silly I can be! she told herself, scolding then. I seem to have my mind on one thing, and now I'm even suspecting a dog of being attracted to me. Wow! That's really going some! Then, without warning, a shiver of lewd excitement coursed the length of her body, and for a moment she shook uncontrollably. When it had passed, she sank weakly to the pillows in the corner. Once again she wished she were home where she could do as she pleased, hide or sob or… or… masturbate!
It was certainly a long time, and no one was coming. She might easily have been asleep. Strange sensations of tingling warmth rippled through her abdomen as she lay limply on the pillows on her back, a maze of disconnected thought-waves suddenly swirling through her head. Confusion swept through her, and she tried to move but stopped at the sound of a low, animal-like snarl. She partially opened her eyes then, yet continued to lie there, unmoving, the strange stirring sensations in her belly ever-increasing with a weirdly rising excitement. She opened her eyes a little more. No, the others had not yet come, but further charges of stimulating arousal raced through her loins and belly. Laura raised her hands to her throat in instinctive fear, then lifted herself to her elbows to see what was going on. Her dress was pulled up, and she was lying with her legs obscenely spread apart and Fido, the club mascot, was standing between her thighs, his tongue laxly out and his great black head lowered just above… above her panty-covered cunt!
Once again a flood of fire-filled sensations charged through the core of her desire-stimulated body. The warm wet contact of his saliva-drenched tongue was too much. Like a puppet on a string, Laura slipped her panties down out of the way and thrilled with the incredible touch of the unhindered tongue as it spread open the hair-fuzzed lips of her young cuntal crack as the dog began laving her sensitive inner-flesh with a taunting upsweep that sent uncontrollable shivers of sudden passion bursting over her! Good God! He was licking her down there between her open thighs! The unbelievably lewd sight of what was happening to herself, combined with the realization that Fido was once again licking at her nakedly defenseless pussy, was about to drive the twelve year old baseball aspirant hysterical.
She gaped at him and then over to the door of the tree house. There were no sounds from below. She looked back at the dog and saw his own burning eyes staring hotly at her nakedness as he continued to obscenely lick and nuzzle at her exposed cuntal lips. A tremor of incredible sensations caused her to convulse, and she found her hips rising of their own accord.
Good grief, the child thought, he was almost human. That expression in his unrelenting eyes was much like Pete's had been, and what the dog was doing to her nakedly betraying loins was no different from the boy! Ooooohhhhh, what was he doing to her! She had never known such sensuous feelings in her belly from the other attempts at arousal today, and her wildly excited little pussy felt as if there were a hot billowing fire glowing inside it! Even her young titties tingled in lewd excitement, she realized, as she mentally cupped, then pinched their tiny, hardened pink nipples. But this was all insane! She had to stop him!
Feebly, Laura Cutter cried out, then attempted to scramble onto hands and knees and blindly crawl away toward the doorway. Fido waited only long enough for her to reach the all-fours position before unleashing a savage growl, stopping the newly blossoming young girl in icy-veined terror. She knew absolutely nothing about this strange kind of dog. Would he bite her?
From the point of that growl, the huge dog never seemed to hesitate, but he moved as if his intentions had been pre-determined. He mounted her from behind, his powerful forepaws, belying the gentleness his silky hair suggested, clutching at the soft, white flesh of her youthfully curved hips, his tongue hanging loosely from his open mouth. He was born a hunter. What chance did she think she had?
Laura dared not breath! She was that terrified with his sudden clamber up behind her unprotected nakedness, his strong, hairy forelegs clutching at her narrow waist and the arch of her hips. Her small firm young tits quivered and, hanging downwards, swayed ever so slightly in fright beneath her chest as the big animal's hind legs came in closer to her defenselessly upraised asscheeks. Suddenly then, she felt the coolness of the metal license tag that hung from his collar grazing the smooth-fleshed hollow of her naked back. Her dress was almost to her shoulders. He… he was going to… to do it to her… like she had dreamed of Pete DePow… as if she were nothing more than a bitch!
"Oh, no, please!" she heard herself whimper as something long, wet, and pointed probed back between her nakedly raised asscheeks and lewdly spread thighs. Her brain swam once more! Oh, God, he was going to do it! He was going to fuck her! He was!
Whatever additional thoughts she had were abruptly swept away when at that precise moment, she sensed the tapered tip of his hardened animal-prick prodding at the hair-lined hole of her moistly pulsating cunt. Dear God, no! Don't let this happen! Desperately, she tried to squirm away from the viselike grip of his encircling paws, but it was useless, and like a charging, white-hot lance, the solid thickness of his long animal-cock spread her soft hair-fuzzed pussy lips and forced its way up into her saliva-slickened little cuntal hole with a slight wet popping sound, rippling the smoothly yielding cuntal walls wide apart before its bevel-tipped hardness!
The frightened twelve year old gasped for breath as the huge length of animal prick stretched and then began slowly sliding up inside her young cuntal hole, going in deeper and deeper until finally its pointed end smacked against her sensitive cervix. Her virginity was irretrievable now, she moaned, and it was taken by a dog! Once again she choked out a whimpering gasp while the great sandy-blond beast, who was mounting her from behind, snarled out a low commanding growl of triumph, then began to animalistically hump and fuck up into her defenseless cunt.
The little pig-tailed tomboy's mind was a vortex of unheralded, emotional sensations. Her head vibrated with the erotically pounding blood racing through her brain, while her youthfully naked body that was bent in submission before the massive silky dog quivered and convulsed in the throes of unknown, sensuous agony. Her cuntal passage felt as if it had been impaled with the heavy, sawed-off limb of one of the maple trees that held the tree house, yet, at the same time, there were weird spasms of intensively rising desire filling her! Nevertheless, she compulsively fought the sensuality, her sickened, fear-filled mind concerned only with the horrifying animal fucking she was receiving from behind!
With a twisting lurch of her nakedly exposed, youthful body, her dress almost over her shoulders now, she tried to shake free from the long, piercing thickness filling her tight young pussy, but her efforts were in vain. Fido's fierce growl chilled the very marrow of her bones, while his powerful hairy forelegs clutched possessively at her waist and hips. Fucking… fucking… like a searing firebrand, the blood-bloated thing slithered in and out of her wetly clasping cunt, spreading the hole open wider and wider as he fucked like a hammer his long hot cock up between her trembling thighs. Oh, God, she thought, oh, God! I can't let this feel so good! I mustn't! And then feeling her savage arousal building, she moaned and lifted her impaled asscheeks higher.
The panting Fido's sexually stimulated intellect made the mighty hunting dog aware of the young girl's sudden resignation and surrender before him. Briefly and in desperation, she had struggled in one last frantic attempt to escape before hopelessly subjecting herself before his conquering attack. He sensed the final resistance draining from her naked, human flesh, and a new hunger raced through his body. He watched the upper portion of her smooth female back just under the dress, drop until her face and naked titties were flattened down against the pillows, the rounded little mounds of her soft white asscheeks raised submissively to his assault.
Suddenly, through his unfathomably keen senses, he felt his long, lust-hardened prick slithering forward with easier strokes as her cuntal lubricants began paving the way for his deeper penetration. Soon his hungering cock was entirely buried in the moist clutching heat of her female hole, while his swollen, sperm-laden testicles were swinging down and slapping hard against the soft dampness of her lightly growing pussy hair. Mercilessly, then, he bucked and plunged into the warmly yielding cuntal flesh, hearing her feminine moans and feeling the trembling nakedness of her smooth, white asscheeks flattening in a universal hunger back up against his belly as he attempted to skewer her onto the last remaining inch of his long scarlet granite-like rod of animal flesh!
Though her poor preadolescent young brain was still overwhelmed with the incredible obscenity that the suddenly-gone-berserk dog was committing on her helpless body, Laura could not ignore the sensual excitement his enormous animal cock had set off inside of her. At first, his savage fucking into her loins had nearly blinded her with the excruciating agony of its huge hardness bursting so unexpectedly into her. But now, the stark horror and shame of the shocking animal-rape itself was forgotten, and only the thrilling presence of the brute's long thick cock fucking rhythmically in and out of her hotly quivering cunt registered in her mind. As Fido relentlessly continued to fuck like a piston up into the liquid, widely stretched flesh between her lewdly upturned asscheeks, sensations equaling those which his hot laving tongue had first spread through her trembling young belly returned, more intense than ever! Oh, God, if she were sinning by succumbing to him, let it be! She didn't know how she had gotten into this mess, but it was beginning to feel more like a blessing than anything else!
Now, as unthinkable as it was, the shamelessly aroused young aspiring baseball star had begun to feel the texture of his silky animal coat beneath his belly brushing against her nakedly exposed ass, and she pressed her tingling tits harder into the pillows, scraping her sensitive little nipples against the satin and cotton pillows.
Her lust-confused brain reeled with the unbelievable intoxication of what was happening to her! She, a human girl, being attacked and actually raped by a dog, as if she were a bitch-animal of his own kind! Yet, never in her life had she felt so wanted! Even with Pete, she had not known this much lewd, wonderfully obscene desire to be fucked… fucked… fucked until she was almost dead from the joy of it!
"Oh, yes! Yeeeesssss! Do it to me! Fuck me harder, like that!" she was hissing now, a different tune than before, with trembling lips, twisting her young face to gape back and up at the magnificent panting beast, whose long wet cock was fucking in and out of her eagerly pulsating cunt. She was helplessly impaled on his huge animal-prick and reveling in a newly discovered joy of its natural possession of her desire-awakened young cunt.
A sensual moan of passion escaped her lust-contorted lips as she began to move wantonly backwards, rhythmically gyrating her asscheeks to meet Fido's cunt-skewering fucking. The dog's forelegs clung to her softly curved hips like strong, furry arms as she began to fuck back at him, using the prick-gripping undulations of the female whore down through ages.
Forgetting completely where she was, under what circumstances, Laura Cutter was concentrating solely upon her relationship with the dog now. Though she could hardly govern her awakened natural desires, her intuition said that she was, in some weird way, winning the favor of the seemingly vicious animal fucking up into her receptive young cunt. That insane belief, and that alone, caused to evaporate the terror and shame she had known in the beginning. Only a youthful, all-consuming lust filled her now as she rotated her nakedly rounded asscheeks backward in answering little circles to the silky beast's long wet cock. Instinctively, she realized that she had given herself fully to the erotic wonder of the obscene animal fucking she was receiving from this whining hound.
Fido knew and welcomed the hot, wet clasping of the kneeling female's cunt against his fucking length of hardened animal prick. The beast had no way of knowing that the lower, more base instincts of the human's body had taken control at the precise moment her supposedly superior mind fell into complacent lust. She was relying on an instinctive knowledge, of male and female, older than either species. It was natural. She couldn't help it, he discerned as he fucked more eagerly up between her nakedly quivering asscheeks.
Laura wished there was some way she could bend her head all the way back up under her kneeling body and watch his enormous, pleasure-giving dog-cock disappearing inside her wildly excited pussy! God, she was little more than a deplorable bitch. She had seen them when she was playing ball. They didn't even bother to hide themselves under the stands or anything. But she had never understood before what erotic bliss they were experiencing. Just to see his beautiful prick right now, to see it fucking in and out up inside her own wetly throbbing cunt lips!
Instead she imagined the lewd spectacle, the mere thought of their unnatural coupling sending an alien excitement raging through her passionately aroused young body. She groaned aloud in her all-consuming passion and ground her softly yielding asscheeks back hard against his strong, mercilessly battering animal flesh as she felt the tiny rivulets of moisture flowing down the crevice between her rotating asscheeks. Then, as the nakedly exposed young tomboy felt the hot streams of liquid excitement beginning to dribble down her inner thighs, she groaned loudly for the sudden mounting pressure in her loins and belly signaled that she was about to cum. At last! This was her third arousal today and just had to end in an orgasm no matter what!
Rapidly, the silky-haired Fido fucked in and out of the slavishly kneeling little girl, a wet staccato of flesh-slapping sounds hollowly filling the dark open crack between her asscheeks, the dog's keen animal-brain savoring a measure of vengeance in his human-like rape of her helpless young body. His powerful, lust-hardened prick was ripping into her as if she were some ripe fruit, destroying her chaste mind forever. Between each thrust, he felt her tight cuntal hole swallowing his solid penile length, holding the blood-swollen thing fast in the hot, hungry clutch of her eagerly working cuntal muscles. Her smooth white body tensed and relaxed again and again beneath him as she began an incessant moan. His great organ grew and hardened even more when he felt the soft fleshy ridge inside her hotly contracting belly giving way before his unsparing assault.
Once more, she lewdly twisted her head to look back at him. And the shepherd witnessed her mouth suddenly gasping open, but the scream was half-choked in her slender young throat. Instead, she began to toss her head wildly from side to side, her blond pigtails flailing around like two whipping branches in a storm. She had reached the beginning of a human female orgasm, he perceived, when she began to savagely swivel her rounded white ass back against him like all rutting bitches, human or otherwise. His heavy pink tongue hung loosely from his panting mouth as he fucked with heavy asscheek-flattening humps up between her furiously undulating mounds of human flesh. Once more she moaned, this time, her cry piercing the lonely tree house and very likely beyond while she rammed deliriously back into his huge thrusting hardness as he drove it mercilessly forward to begin spitting its hot wet semen in bullet-like spurts deep up into her hungrily clasping cuntal hole!
The big hunting dog felt her ass begin to contract and jerk back against him. He felt the thick heated combination of their orgasmic release seeping wetly out around the flushed lips of her rhythmically throbbing pussy lips as her defenseless cuntal opening squeezed and pulled at his ejaculating prick.
The little blond twelve year old fell forward then, away from him, her legs still spread wide apart, and in the dim light of the shaded tree house in late afternoon, her rounded white asscheeks glistened wetly from his expended semen. He could see her opened pink flesh and the soaked fuzz of her ravished young loins as she panted in her obscenely spread position. Exultantly, he stepped over her outstretched nakedness, raised his head, and howled victoriously. For many moments the satiated young girl lay sprawled face down on the pillows, breathing spasmodically as the ebb of her cumming washed over her.
"How come I didn't get a dog in my initiation?" a startling, recognizable voice said and Laura, face down in the pillows, was too frozen to move. She felt as though her entire body must be a vivid blue, the cold shock was so great.
"Your initiation ain't over yet," said Mack's voice in response to Janie's question.
Laura's panties had fallen down between two pillows, but her eye happened to fall on a bit of the material as it stuck up in the air. It was just enough to motivate her into action. Quickly she grabbed the garment and sought to put it on. By now the tears started to flow. With her rush of movement came other steadying hands and from these she tried to pull away. But Pete DePow was very strong.
"We're going on a picnic tomorrow," he whispered, forcibly holding her against him so that she couldn't move.
"Who wants to go on your old picnic?" she asked scornfully.
"Please don't be embarrassed. We all know you couldn't help it. Fido doesn't give a girl a chance, and he's a lot stronger than he looks."
"He sure is!" she spat, but her embarrassment was beginning to lessen under Pete's gentle reassurances.
"We might play some baseball on the picnic," he continued.
"G… great," Laura said, thinking that she must, but somehow her beloved game did not light the spark of enthusiasm it used to light. She wondered at it but supposed it would pass.