Aunt Betty lived not far from their house in a small new bungalow hedged around by tiny shrubs. There was a long concrete path that led up to the house from Green Bay Road and Karen took it very slowly, measuring her steps.
But what would she say to her aunt? Look, I got caught masturbating in the girls' toilet at school? You know, playing with myself. That would sound very foolish.
But on the other hand, if she couldn't come right out with it, then how could she explain her problem and ask for specific advice?
It was a real quandary.
So that eventually Karen found herself standing at the door about to press the bell without any more clear idea of what she wanted to say to her aunt than she had had initially. But maybe a glass of Coke would soothe all that and help to pass the time while she got up her courage to go home.
She pressed the front bell.
But there was no reply.
After waiting several minutes at the front door, the pert platinum-tressed young thirteen year old began to get more nervous than she had been to start with. Perhaps she should go around to the back door. Maybe her aunt hadn't heard her.
Karen came around the house to the back patio, and was about to push the back door bell, when she noticed that the kitchen door was ajar. That certainly seemed curious, as Aunt Betty was generally security-conscious. But Karen shrugged and opened the door, stepping inside onto the cool square tiles of her aunt's kitchen floor. Only to detect giggling and muffled snickering coming from the floor above!
Puzzled beyond measure by the unearthly strangeness of the situation, the curious teenager stepped into the hall. The strange sounds continued from upstairs. Glancing towards the front door, Karen saw a loose wire hanging from the transformer above the door alarm, and a small, hand-lettered cardboard sign leaning against the stair: "BELL OUT OF ORDER".
There was every appearance that Aunt Betty had been just about to put the sign up outside when she was distracted by something. But what?
Cautiously, Karen made her way up the stairs, the peculiar sounds above becoming more prominent all the time, until she could make out distinct words in all of it.
"Oh, Rex, oh God! Don't! You mustn't lick Mama's pussy, you naughty dog. It feels too gooood!"
Karen's breath caught in her throat. What on earth was going on up there? Rex? Rex was the dog from next door, wasn't he? Had she heard right? She could hardly believe her ears. Oh God, what was Aunt Betty letting the dog do? Slowly, almost fearfully, the anxious teenager made her way up the stairs, her smoothly sheathed buttocks wiggling nervously under the tight mini-skirt.
"Oh, Rex! Oh, you naughty dog! You've got your tongue stuck up all the way into Mama's – urgggghh! Oh God! Rex, you're driving me crazy with your tongue! Fuck me with it! Oh God! Fuck my cunt with your tongue!"
Karen felt as if she had an orange stuck in her larynx. Rex! Rex was fucking her Aunt Betty with his tongue! This was ghastly!
But this feeling did not prevent Karen from moving swiftly across the landing toward Aunt Betty's bedroom, where she pushed her fingers against the partially opened door and watched it slide open wider to reveal the most incredibly lewd sight she had ever seen in her life!
For there, on the big four-poster double bed in the middle of her Aunt Betty's lavender bedroom, was her beautiful blonde aunt lying stretched back on the bed, her legs spread crab-like, her full firm breasts quivering tantalizingly and the nipples distended with her lust, as the next door neighbor's German shepherd Rex lapped his long red tongue over and back through her shining wet pussy, drawing her moist dark pubic curls after it with every obscene lick!
Karen gasped and fell back into the shadows against the door hinges, her fingers moving instinctively up under her skirt toward her pan ties, then inside through the snug elastic waistband to course down through her sparsely curling pubic hair. One finger found the swollen lips of her itching and burning young cunt, making a tiny, titillating little circle all around their hypersensitive outer edges. She bit down hard on her sultry, pouting lower lip, and began to move her finger around faster under her panties. This was altogether too much. She thought she was going to go out of her mind, unable to deny herself any longer. First, that handsome German shepherd had come to their door that morning, and there was her father's hug and Johnny's kiss at school, and then that obscene man in the park… and now her aunt was deep in the throes of a sexual adventure so lewd that Karen's tender young mind could scarcely grasp it.
Everywhere she looked, she was getting turned on. It seemed to be other people… and dogs who were having the most fun, and her hot little cunt couldn't stand the waiting any longer! Had her mother kept that strange dog-visitor? Was he – "Wolf" – fucking her right this very minute? How could she be sure? Today was a day wherein nothing seemed to be sacred.
Her mind aflame with desire, the pretty blonde teenager stuffed her middle finger up through the pleasantly drenched confines of her slippery vagina, working it around. Fierce enervating waves of pleasure seemed to inundate her virginal teenage flesh. Her loins felt as if they were boiling over. It would not have been so difficult to conceive of her worldly and beautiful Aunt Betty mixed up with a human lover – but this!
Suddenly she saw her beautiful Aunt Betty pull her knees all the way up so that they touched her breasts. In this position the slender crevice between her smooth milk-white buttocks was rolled upward and presented in obscene sacrifice to Rex's savagely licking tongue. Karen watched wide-eyed from the doorway as the big animal's gleaming tongue scrolled up to thrust madly in and out of her aunt's hair-fringed cuntal furrow in a lascivious imitation of intercourse, then spiraled its way wetly downward to flick without mercy at her aunt's wrinkled little anus.
Aunt Betty seemed to be choking on her own moans as Rex's tongue pointed and elongated, licking and flicking passionately at her exposed and vulnerable nether opening. She no longer delivered words of any clarity, but rather one long string of mumbled imprecations, all of them hopelessly incoherent with passion.
Karen was trembling violently now. As if in a dream her free hand began involuntarily massaging the straining voluptuousness of her virginal young breasts. Then her fingers snaked up under her tight white sweater and into her silky brassiere, trapping her trembling nipples between thumb and forefinger and kneading and twisting at them until she was afraid they might rip loose from the quivering milky mounds.
A groan of deepest satisfaction escaped from the thirteen year old blonde's sensually parted lips. The fire raging all around inside her loins was driving her crazy. And the finger still thrust down between her legs was now driving in and out of her wetly sluicing vagina in a maddening cadence.
But this only served to cause the fire to burn more intensely, demanding more to feed its lascivious hunger. So she inserted another finger, squatting down as snugly onto it as she could. She crammed her fingers into the moistness of her cuntal passage in time to the lust-crazed lapping rhythm of Rex's tongue along her aunt's quivering wet hair-lined furrow.
Gasping for air, the hopelessly aroused teenager screwed her fingers in as deeply as she could, then began running them in and out of her swallowing cunt with a fury that was uncontrollable. The vision in her head of her aunt having her cunt licked by the big German shepherd only goaded her on to more insane heights of licentious desire. Even as she shut her eyes with tension, she could still see in her mind's eyes the way Rex's large thick tongue stuffed itself in and out of her aunt's urgently clasping vagina, sinking through the soft dark pubic hair like a wet red sword. Thus stirred, it was not long before Karen's hoarse gasps and cries were matching those of her aunt.
Yes, she had to admit it – she wanted everything that her Aunt Betty was getting and then some. Her fingers became in her imagination the big dog's lapping tongue, and they split her love-starved young cunt right up the sensitive middle. She only wished that it were Rex's tongue pumping into her searing hot vagina instead of just her fingers. Out of her mind with lust, she moved her other hand away from her heaving breasts, reaching down inside her panties from the rear and then working one slender index finger up into the tiny puckered anus between her moon-shaped buttocks. She gasped hoarsely as, in a few seconds, she soon had two slim substitute penises sawing in and out of the virginal openings of her loins, her pleasure increased a hundred-fold.
Karen gasped and choked on her own lusty cries as she dually finger-fucked herself. She stopped long enough to lift her sweater and brassiere up off her large hanging breasts, then plunged her fingers back in again with a groan. Then she moved up close to the wall until her full-swaying white mounds were brushing nipple-first against the textured wallpaper, driving the hungering thirteen year old to even greater heights of masturbatory bliss.
The young girl's face flushed crimson as she felt her climax coming with a great savage roar like a tidal wave of sound and pleasure steaming toward a tropical beach. She hung teetering on the edge of the most beautiful blinding orgasm of her young teenage life, her long platinum blonde hair hanging down, her throat straining for breath – and then suddenly her entire body was vibrating madly and the white-hot secretions of her lust came gushing down around her lewdly plunging fingers, covering her hand with its thick cream-like stickiness and then running down her wrist to drip onto the carpet below. She could feel it trickling in small prickly rivers down the insides of her shivering thighs and over her stiffly bent knees.
For a long time Karen didn't realize how much she was gasping and panting for breath through her fantastic shattering climax. Her head seemed to have left her body, and perspiration and a post-orgasmic rash broke out all over her succulent young flesh. Her eyes seemed to be clenched tightly shut for ages, her head resting lank against the wall, her teeth dug sharply into her full lower lip in order to prevent herself from crying out.
Karen remained there gasping for air for some time, her ass-cheeks swaying languorously in the air. She couldn't bring herself to withdraw her fingers from her body until the last dying pulsations of her climax had departed. When they had, her fingers at last slithered wetly from her satiated young pussy and tight-clasping anus, and she shuddered as if with a fever.
Still panting heavily, she leaned against the bedroom door and looked in on her Aunt Betty. Yes, she was still there, and now apparently undergoing her own terrific, head-blowing orgasm. She had gripped Rex's ears and was drawing his muzzle so deeply between her long smooth legs that Karen, blowing some platinum wisps out of her blue eyes, couldn't really make out whether the dog was fucking her with his snout or with his tongue.
Karen clutched her throat as she realized that she was becoming all excited again. This would never do at all. The thing to do was get home quickly and take a cold shower or something.
Trembling, the exhausted thirteen year old managed to tear herself away from the illicitly exciting scene taking place in her aunt's bedroom. There didn't seem to be much room in there for a quiet "heart-to-heart talk". Nothing her aunt had to say would make any difference now, anyway. Karen had grown up tremendously in the last fifteen minutes!
But she still had to calm herself down somehow. Her head was all confused and befuddled as she made her way down the stairs with her aunt's cries of ecstasy ringing in her ears, "That's it Rex! Hurry! Lick my cunt! We have to get you home before you're missed, darling! Hurry! Darling! I'm cumming oh my God, it's so beautiful!"
And those were the last words echoing in her ears as the young teenager made her way quietly out the kitchen door and into the free and happy sunlight, hurrying for home.