The girl in the motion picture screamed as she saw the dog, her eyes widening in terror. She tried to lower her legs and roll off the bed, but the enormous German shepherd growled menacingly, and she froze with her fingers still deeply embedded within her passion-drenched pussy, her thighs spread wide and her knees almost touching her large, upthrusting young breasts.
"Rex!" she cried, her lower lip trembling. "You knew Shep is away, you bad dog! And you're his brother, too. You should be ashamed of yourself!"
But the huge dog made another guttural noise, and the helpless redheaded teenager quivered with fear. The dog's great panting head, its long red tongue lolling out mindlessly, was only moments above her defenseless upturned loins.
Ellen gasped as the gigantic animal bounded onto the bed. She grabbed Carter's arm tightly, scarcely noticing the dig of his fingers into the softness of her quivering young breasts. The dog's ardent rush frightened her to death.
"Oh… no! Mr. Carter," she breathed huskily, "What's he going to do to the poor girl?"
"You'll see," her protector grinned. "You'll see, child. But don't be frightened. Because she's going to love it. You'll see! Rex is a welltrained dog, and he's always kind to little girls."
Ellen felt desperately that she ought to leave, but a shivering lassitude had swept through her trembling legs, and she was afraid that she would be unable to stand. At the same time, the sheer helplessness of the girl lying with fear beneath the ferociously snarling dog was fascinating for some reason understood only in the fiery pit of her stomach. She felt a surge of emotion within her churning belly that was totally unlike any other feeling she had ever known before. It was as if her wetly throbbing vagina was full of butterflies. The lewd thought of this monstrous beast doing whatever he wanted to the naked, defenseless girl sent shivers of revulsive curiosity tingling electrically through her virginal thirteen year old flesh, and goose pimples erupted all over on her ordinarily satin-smooth skin.
She took the fresh glass of champagne from Mr. Carter and downed it with one nervous gulp. By now her fascination with the lewd scene before her was counterpointed only by the dizziness which had begun to make the room swirl around her.
She relaxed once more against Maxwell Carter's arm, her eyes still glued to the increasingly obscene movie. She did not seem to notice, nor did she resist, as his hand moved underneath her sweater, then inside her tightly clasping white brassiere to cup the firm softness of her proud young breast. Nor did she say anything when she felt the surge of pleasure after he trapped one small nipple gently between thumb and forefinger. She understood vaguely what was happening, but she liked Mr. Carter so much and trusted him, that it would have seemed unfriendly to protest. Anyway, Dominique was there, so it must be all right.
And, besides, it felt so wonderful as her nipples stiffened and swelled under his caresses. The teenage blond squirmed tighter down into the seat, deliberately pressing the cushion into her passion-drenched cuntal crevice. Her lewd fascination with the adventure up on the screen held her as if in a hypnotic trance. Meanwhile, the cushionrubbing was exciting the ultra-sensitive lips of her wet young pussy.
She could feel tiny throbs pulsing in the bud of her teenage clitoris, and she bit her lower lip hard in order to restrict the forbidden sensations that were pulsating so strongly up between her golden legs.
Now the giant German shepherd on the screen had lowered his muzzle into the red-headed girl's cringing little pussy and was sniffing the fragrant pink flesh. His tail wagged and trembled as he became increasingly excited. Ellen's startled eyes alighted on the massive red penis that was issuing from the furry pouch between the dog's legs. She would never have dreamed that a dog's penis could be so enormous and so beautifully tapered to a sharp point;
The teenager in the film moaned with terror as the cold nose made contact with her tiny puckered anus. She tensed visibly and then the dog began licking wetly up and down the sweat-streaked crevice around it, his tongue-tip burrowing slightly into the outer fleshy anal ring.
The red-head tried to squirm away, but the dog snarled menacingly again and began greedily lapping at the hair-lined pink slit up between her trembling thighs. He ran his tongue wetly the full length of it, from the tight-closed little pucker of her anus, up over the flushing fluted edges of her cunt and then over the erect little clitoris. His great tongue spread through the fleshy layers like a knife through soft butter. It flicked relentlessly between the girl's widespread legs, pausing sporadically to curl its way like a drill deep inside her glistening cuntal folds. The helpless girl thrashed and squirmed under this bestial lapping of her churning loins, and then low moans of obscene pleasure began issuing in an endless stream from her lustcontorted lips.
Ellen shuddered from the sexual stimulation she was receiving through every pore in her sensually awakening young body. The pull of the forbidden and the illicit was very strong, stronger than her undeveloped mental will. She gasped at the change coming over the writhing young girl on the bed. Her frightened sobs had changed to soft mews of involuntary pleasure – pleasure she did not want and had obviously set her mind against. But that slithering thick tongue had forced her into a state of mindless delight, and she obviously could not resist. She raised her hands in indecision for a moment above her nakedly thrashing flesh, then dropped them to grasp the dog's ears.
With a guttural sound of animal hunger, she kicked her legs back up over her head and pulled his nose forward in her wetly throbbing cunt.
His long red tongue immediately thrust up her moist passageway, ravishing her up-thrust loins without mercy. Wild, incoherent shrieks of wanton pleasure streamed from her lips; she pleaded with and alternately encouraged the dumb animal salivating between her rapturously grinding ass-cheeks. He licked at her like the savage beast he was, the rutting lust of the wild driving him on to further obscenity…
Ellen heard a groan from Dominique and tore her eyes from the lewd spectacle in the film. Her feeling of shock and amazement widened, for Dominique had both of her elegant long legs spread very wide, her dress now bunched up over her hips, as Handsome nipped and bit at her flimsy white panties. They came off in shreds in his teeth, and Ellen shivered in frightened excitement as the dog's enormous tongue lapped upward into the shining wet folds of his mistress' vagina.
A warning bell sounded in Ellen's subconscious. She knew that she should run away from this wicked place and these lewd stimulations before her body succumbed to the urgent hunger pulsating through it.
But then another groan from the lurid motion picture dragged her drugged mind from all reasonable considerations once more.
Now the dog had lifted his head from the pleading girl's moistly glistening pussy in order to nose her over onto her stomach in servile surrender. All resistance obviously had evaporated under that maddening tongue which had so mercilessly lapped her eagerly quivering pussy. She was completely enslaved by the German shepherd panting over her. Her nakedly trembling body was spread-eagled face down on the bed as the huge head lowered again and the thick tongue slithered into the exposed crevice between the moaning girl's rounded ass-cheeks. She ground her buttocks toward him lasciviously as she reached back to spread the ivory globes and provide full access to her tiny puckering anus.
The tongue lashed her for another long vivid moment, and the salacious spectacle caused Ellen to feel the aching hunger spread upward from her warmly tingling cunt into her passion-swollen breasts. She was panting now for breath as she squirmed down harder against the cushion, pushing the wetly swollen lips of her passion-seared pussy against the ridge of material as if to quench the terrible fire there. Mr. Carter's hands caressing her throbbing young breasts both thrilled and frightened her.
She tried with all her might to pull his hand away, but her own hands moved only as far as his, her fingers running gently through its thick black hairs, and then fell back, lifeless, into her lap. Feeling as though she were about to explode, her glassy eyes reverted again to the film, hoping to find relief by looking at something else.
The German shepherd was now nuzzling under the lust-paralyzed girl's naked loins, pushing his massive head between her pelvis and the mattress. Ellen's eyes widened in disbelief as the head lifted, raising the red-head's buttocks. The girl knelt obediently, elevating her trembling white ass-cheeks, bending in abject surrender. The relentless tongue had lashed her into servile defeat; crushed her resistance with its vigorous and unremitting attack on her sensitive organs.
Ellen's breath was coming in a continuous series of open-mouthed gasps.
Each lewd event taking place before her virginal eyes seemed more astonishing than the last. The girl in the movie was now on all fours, and the huge dog was mounting the spread rounds of her buttocks, its paws on her back, his enormous red penis slipping and sliding within and over those two glistening white globes of flesh. The glistening scarlet organ seemed to be dripping some sort of liquid as the tapered cock-tip danced erotically in her anal crevice. The huge beast staggered and shifted, struggling to bury his thick animal shaft within the red-headed teenager's submissively kneeling body.
The girl looked back, sobbing, in what appeared to be excitement and fear, as she shifted her softly undulating young buttocks in order to capture the lengthening animal rod, striving to sheath the dog within her voraciously grasping vagina. The sharp tip missed, slid up to find her temporally relaxed anus, and attempted to enter. But the girl managed to evade this indelicate prod, and the German shepherd returned energetically to the attack. At last the thin point of his penis slid underneath into the soft, hair-nested cuntal crevice, rubbing her clitoris. The hot scarlet of his jabbing penis contrasted startlingly with the fevered pink of the girl's passion-inflamed cunt, spreading her glistening vaginal lips wider as his still unhoused cock slid through them.
Ellen held her breath. She couldn't believe this was happening. Maxwell Carter's hands seemed to be all over her own excitedly heaving breasts now, but she didn't notice anything except the volcanic upheaval in her hot young cunt and the action on the motion picture screen. The dog was still attempting to skewer the moaning red-headed girl on his huge, dripping instrument. He growled in frustration as the girl, in desperation, reached behind her and grasped the long slippery organ.
Her eyes closed in lust, she guided the German shepherd's cock into her moist pink slit until the dog began a furious fucking motion that made her cry out with joy and pain combined as his incredibly long penis disappeared up into her tight little cunt.
Ellen was beyond belief or disbelief. Everything had become too incredible. The dog shuddered forward and buried his shaft of animal flesh deeply up into the teenager's writhing cuntal orifice. It slithered forward with a wet rush until it was sunk to the hilt, his hairy balls swinging in with a loud slap beneath her wide-spread thighs. A moan of relief broke from her joy-twisted lips as she moved rhythmically backwards to meet each new thrust of the panting and slavering dog. His forelegs trapped her waist, and she began to undulate her naked young body and buttocks in lewd circles, abandoning herself wantonly to this delicious animal fucking. Her face was contorted with rapture and her swaying breasts danced erotically beneath her writhing torso, moving in time to the dog's skewering cock as it buried itself relentlessly like a hot poker up inside her taut little belly.
The burning sensation in Ellen's bubbling cunt was increasing madly with each additional second she watched the young girl being ravished by the dog. She could feel a trickle of perspiration running from her navel down her belly and into her pubic hair. Its slow, teasing trail caused her to squirm her throbbing cuntal crevice down in desperation against the cushion, the edge rubbing sensuously against the moist hair-lined flanges of her own warmly pulsing pussy. She bit down hard into her lower lip to repress a groan of pure frustration. Her forehead flushed with perspiration and another trickle ran down the fleshy valley between her full sensuous breasts which Maxwell had massaged into a quivering sensitivity as he clutched her like a man possessed.
Ellen's sexual nerves wen shattered, and her mind whirled in drugged indecision. She knew that she ought to flee and that she had already gone too far by not protesting when Mr. Carter squeezed and kneaded her breasts beneath her brassiere, but she still wanted to show them that she was not a mere child – and, besides, it felt so goo-dd.
Perhaps it would be all right. She could still stop Maxwell Carter if he did anything more than caressing her like this. And, anyway, Dominique was there, so everything had to be all right.
And then she looked again at Mrs. Carter – she had fallen back onto the couch and was pulling Handsome's snout up into her glistening wet pussy by grabbing his ears.
Ellen's face crimsoned. This was really unbelievable. Handsome's tongue was actually slapping wetly between Dominique's thighs just like what had happened up on the screen. The lewd thought sent another electric tingle deep into her belly, and the trembling thirteen year old girl could feel the seeping wetness between her own thighs increasing. Her heart pounded like a tom-tom and it reverberated in her hotly throbbing pussy. She was sure Mr. Carter could feel it inside of her softly pliant breast which he was digging his tantalizing fingers into.
Her blinking eyes strayed back to the lewdly swaying body of the girl in the film. She was kneeling before the grunting and hunching German shepherd as he fucked into her wide-open little cunt with his long scarlet penis, and she was completely out of her mind with lust and shouting obscene encouragement at the dumb beast through her lustconstricted throat. She was begging him to fuck her harder and to spew his animal cum into her cunt. She yelled that she wanted to be filled with his burning hot sperm and that was all that mattered. The girl was no longer human, but a quivering mass of sweating, passion-deranged flesh begging to be subjugated. She was literally reveling in bestiality, and she ground her naked young buttocks back against his hairy jerking body just as if she was another dog.
Ellen stared with abject fascination. Rivulets of moisture were building in the girl's rotating buttocks as the dog pummeled it. The sweat glistened and ran slowly down the backs of her trembling thighs.
Ellen tried to make it appear as if she was merely changing position as she ground her own warmly tingling pussy down into the couch, but increasingly she suspected that Maxwell Carter was not fooled. And it was becoming more difficult by the minute to conceal her frustration.
Mr. Carter's hand was kneading her breasts with increasing urgency and making her hardened nipples throb mightily with guilty pleasure. She snuggled down closer to him, instinctively covering his hands with hers in order to conceal his misbehavior from his wife. Handsome was continuing to lap loudly at his mistress' pussy, making rapid thrusts with his spear-pointed tongue.
Dominique's eyes were glazed with sensuality in the dim light, and she ground her pelvis upward into the dog's face with great determination, snorting and muttering obscene oaths of encouragement as Handsome licked at her wide-spread vagina. Still, Ellen had no wish to test the force of the older woman's jealousy, and, truthfully, she was enjoying Mr. Carter's expert caresses of her warmly tingling breasts.
Ellen squirmed down harder against the cushion. Mr. Carter had turned toward her and dropped his other hand to her bared knee, then slipping it up toward the full firmness of her thigh. She had frozen momentarily at this unexpected gentle touch on her sensitive teenage flesh. Now he was pushing up the hem of her skirt; then his searching hand was halfway up to her panties before she got hold of herself and blocked him by dropping her hand to her lap and tightly clenching her thighs.
She held on to his wrist, not daring to look at him while her eyes darted to the unspeakably unnatural behavior continuing between Dominique and Handsome. She tried to ascertain if Mrs. Carter had noticed anything between herself and Maxwell, but it was difficult to tell. She probably had not, inasmuch as her eyelids were fluttering and she seemed totally engrossed in the tongue of her dog so eagerly lapping at her own genitals. Still Ellen gradually forced Carter's hand back down, pushing her skirt with it until she was completely covered again.
But his other hand settled immediately in her lap. She tried to hold it, but it was strong and it moved away, kneading the softness of her taut little belly under the thin material of her sweater and dropping lower to tease the light sprinkling of pussy hair at the base of her stomach. His tormenting fingers rotated against her pubic mound but were unable to go lower because of her tightly pressed thighs. She pressed her buttocks down harder against the couch, knowing that he would think she was trying to rub the rough edge of the cushion secretly into her seeping vaginal slit.
The hot flood between her thighs was so heavy now that it was wetting her skirt, and she could feel the warm moisture on her trembling asscheeks as she pressed down harder to feed the lewd pleasure churning in her loins and pussy lips. As his fingers gently smoothed her fevered flesh, the innocent teenager became confused as to whether or not to give way to the fierce waves of pleasure that were washing over her hot young flesh. Thus far everything was wickedly enjoyable – with no danger, because Dominique Carter was present. She grasped Mr. Carter's wrist – but did not try further to stop him. Now his fingers were moving about freely, teasing her excitedly throbbing vagina and lower belly mercilessly through the thin material of her passion-soaked panties and skirt.
Ellen closed her eyes and sighing, resigned herself to the delightful sensations that were rolling through her pleasure-drenched body. Then she gasped in surprise – for suddenly Mr. Carter shifted his hand from her lap to underneath the side of her buttocks. And all the time his handsome worldly face watched the film on the screen as if nothing was going on.
What could she do? His left hand was now wedged between her ass-cheeks and the seat, with his outstretched middle finger working its way slowly up between her buttocks cleft to her dampened panties. Now she could feel his finger tickling the wildly tingling lips of her wet young cunt. If she moved to push him away she would have to drop her hand which was concealing his pleasantly kneading fingers on her quivering breasts. And any struggle would certainly attract his wife's attention.
She dropped one hand slowly to grasp his wrist under her squirming buttocks, but that didn't seem to stop him; he merely continued his ruthless teasing of her sensitive thirteen year old vagina, his finger probing at her moistly pulsing slit through the thin skirt and panties.
She couldn't do any more without creating a scene, so Ellen resigned herself – with secret relief – to his lewdly thrilling caresses of her virginal cunt.
She squirmed slightly away as his extended middle finger continued its gentle stroking motion, pushing the folds of her skirt up into her hotly throbbing crevice. Gushes of shame washed through her at the waves of indecent pleasure that were inundating her loins and killing her will to resist.
Maxwell's hand became bolder as he sensed the cute blonde girl's impending surrender. He hooked his middle finger to slide her skirt up the backs of her thighs in order to penetrate the soft moistness of her nylon panties beneath.
But this was lunacy. She couldn't possibly be enjoying herself: She had to resist with everything she had in her. What was happening to her?
Ellen bit down hard into her lower lip, glancing at Dominique again, who was moaning with rapture at Handsome's lingual administrations and ignoring them completely.
The virginal thirteen year old blonde could feel her skirt rising faster now, and she gasped aloud as Mr. Carter's hand was suddenly covering all of the wet crotch band of her panties and snaking under the elastic leg band to stroke the wetly quivering lips of her pussy.
She writhed her ass-cheeks down against his finger and held her breath for fear a moan of delight might escape her.
Her entire young body quivered as the invading finger tickled the hotly lubricated softness of its tender walls. She could feel its slick moisture covering the palm of his hand beneath her grinding buttocks as it crept inexorably upward into her quaking cuntal crevice.
Maxwell's middle finger was quickly joined by another, and then they were moving in tantalizing circles inside of her, expanding her tight little vaginal aperture with each titillating rotation. Ellen felt as if she were going out of her mind; she didn't see how she could stand this loins-shattering teasing for one more second. This rippling fire raging so maddeningly throughout her undulating young cunt, together with the feeling his fingers fucking up into her hopelessly open and vulnerable vagina without mercy, was increased by a hundred-fold by the bestial scene in front of her on the motion picture screen, where the helpless red-head was being fucked into a moaning mindlessness by the big dog. And, oh God, to make everything even worse, this man's wife was being licked in the cunt by her German shepherd!
Suddenly there was a loud cry from up on the screen. The other teenager was twisting her head from side to side wildly, her long reddish chestnut hair churning on the mattress. She was in the opening throes of a climax, and she screwed her smoothly rounded ass-cheeks back greedily against the dog, out of her mind with lust. The enormous beast's tongue hung laxly out of the corner of his mouth as he skewered into the moaning girl, his saliva dripping all over her glistening back. She shrieked with an insane joy and back against him as he shuddered forward, driving his long animal cock to the hilt in her nakedly gyrating pussy, and began spewing his hot animal cum deep up inside her belly, his penis spitting in hard spurts against the back walls of her urgently clasping vaginal walls. Ellen watched in fascination as the girl began sobbing and her rounded buttocks contracted involuntarily, signaling her own orgasmic upheaval. A stream of viscous white liquid oozed from her snugly clenching young cunt which was squeezing the dog's molten red penis. Thin trails of pearlcolored cum ran down the back of her trembling thighs, and her asscheeks glistened as she pitched forward on her face, exhausted.
Ellen's breath was coming in rasping pants as she watched the German shepherd's rapidly deflating cock slip from the girl's mauled passage with a sucking sound that echoed lewdly through the room. The girl had passed into a sweet oblivion, and the dog stood above her wagging his tail with obvious appreciation, and then lay contentedly down between her open legs, his huge muzzle nuzzling gently within the soft haircovered "vee" of her ravished loins.