Ellen could not repress a deeply felt sigh of relief as the ending titles came up on the firm and finally it blanked off into oblivion with a slight clicking sound and then the resulting darkness.
The aroused thirteen year old buxom blonde shook out her long honeygold hair. She felt all choked up, and could not remember when she had ever seen anything so sexually stimulating in her life. To actually see a beautiful young girl subjugated by a savage watchdog was far beyond anything she had ever imagined or heard of. But what was most amazing – - the girl had obviously enjoyed it.
She looked around in Dominique and Handsome's direction, but the library was darker now, and all she could make out was some labored breathing and isolated slurping sounds as the big German shepherd continued his relentless lapping of Mrs. Carter's pussy. It was with relief and regret that she felt Maxwell's fingers slip from her tortured young cunt and his hand slide from beneath her. He got up and the couch sagged on her side as he went off to attend to the whirring projector. She pulled down her skirt guiltily and tried to shift the wetness between her thighs by moving about somewhat.
She turned crimson as the lights went on again and there was her vastly-admired Dominique pushing her dress down and forcing Handsome's snout away from the naked pink flesh up between her widespread legs as if nothing had happened. The blushing blonde girl struggled mightily to look as nonchalant as a thirteen year old could look in such circumstances. She still dreaded looking foolish before her friends, and maybe after all this was just what adults were always doing and there was nothing peculiar about it. Certainly her mother's secret adventures with Billy had disabused her of some of her illusions.
"Well," said Maxwell Carter, coming back and sitting down beside her again as he lit another cigarette. "That was some really hot cunt up there, wouldn't you say, Ellen? She'll want nothing but dogs from now on, I wager. What do you think?"
Ellen was struck speechless. The cigarettes Maxwell Carter had forced between her lips and the bubbly champagne she had drunk all combined now to make her feel slightly numb, giddy and nauseous. Then the ensuing sensuality had left her loins in a hopelessly churning state of unrest and titillation. There had been nothing in her previous experience to prepare her for his question.
Dominique and Maxwell laughed condescendingly and Ellen forced a smile.
She had never felt so embarrassed in her life, and her memory of how near she had come willfully giving up her virginity made her blush furiously and unable to face Mr. Carter. It was true then! Her mother's sensual blood ran hotly in her veins. There was no evading it! A wave of revulsion swept over her as she considered how she had allowed Mr.
Carter to fondle her body during the movie. And Dominique appeared to feel no shame whatever over her behavior with Handsome -What had come over them?
Dominique lay down on the couch again, this time spreading her legs wide-open so that Ellen could guiltily glimpse the way her stockings were attached to her garters – with no panties above! She could see very clearly the soft nest of auburn pubic hair wherein Handsome had been licking; it was still glistening. "Any woman who's had a dog doesn't want anything else after that, lover. But Ellen's too young to understand that. Why, she's probably still a virgin – aren't you, little sweetheart?"
"Why, I -" The way Dominique said it made her feel so inadequate, so inferior. She wanted to protest somehow.
"Ellen's just like a head of lettuce," joked Maxwell Carter. "Cold and green."
"Well, then it's time she learned," said Dominique. She grabbed Handsome's ears and pulled his snout back up between her open legs.
"Once you've had your cunt lapped by one of these animals – especially Handsome – I guarantee you'll never think of anything else, Ellen. And once he's fucked you – you won't be able to think of anything else, period."
Cunt. Fucked. Oh God, why did they use these terrible words that Ellen had always been taught were dirty? Only bad girls at school used such words. And yet tonight she was finding them stimulating. She couldn't deny the new wash of hot fluid through her loins as these erotic words were brought into play.
"I – I think I'd better go home now," she stammered awkwardly, summoning all of her courage through all of her fear. Tears were forming in the corners of her bright blue eyes.
"Oh for God's sake, Ellen," Mr. Carter said impatiently. "You've got to stop behaving like a little baby."
"Or we just won't invite you here any more," echoed Dominique, lowering the boom.
"I saw you rubbing your hot little pussy down against that seat like your cunt was on fire, young lady," Carter went on. "You're not fooling anyone here."
"I saw it, too, Maxwell," said Dominique. "And I also noticed that you had your finger up inside her steaming little cunt as well."
Ellen gasped at the realization that Dominique had seen her shamelessness. She dropped her face in her hands, sobbing piteously, unable to believe she had fallen so far in such a short time!
Suddenly she felt Dominique's slender fingers in her long blonde hair and on her cheeks, smoothing the tears away.
"There there, dear," the older woman said above her. "It's nothing to get upset about. All real women feel a need to fuck when a handsome man like Maxwell slides his finger up inside their pussy. It's only natural. Come on now, let's dry our tears. Maybe it's best if we freshen up a bit."
Dominique took the ashamedly weeping young girl's hand and led her gently out of the library and across the foyer to the bathroom. Her arm draped sympathetically over the teenage blonde's shoulder as she sobbed. Once in the powder room she made a cold washcloth and pressed it gently to Ellen's forehead.
"There dear, does that feel better?"
Ellen groaned with self pity and threw herself into her adult friend's arms. "Oh, Dominique, I'm so ashamed. I – I don't know what came over me!"
Dominique laughed. "Don't be silly, darling. All it means is that you're growing up. But you'll be grown up even more once you stop feeling ashamed of her body and what it needs. You're a big girl, now, Ellen, and you've got to learn that there's nothing evil about enjoying sex. So just swim with it, darling. Let it carry you along."
Dominique patted her shoulder. "Now get a hold of yourself. Let's not spoil what was developing into a perfectly lovely evening."
Ellen agreed reluctantly and they managed to get her cleaned up. Then they returned to the library. The lushly proportioned teenager blushed at the thought of having to face Mr. Carter again after what she'd let him do, but she decided to fight childishness and try to be more adult the way the Carters wanted. They were, after all, her friends, and had made her happier in Kenilworth than anybody else she knew.
Mr. Carter had put on some soft stereo music and that did help to make her feel more relaxed. Although a deep sense of shame continued to pervade her being that resisted all attempts at ouster.
But one would never have known from Mr. Carter's demeanor that anything had happened between them. He looked perfectly casual as he sipped his Scotch and passed her a Coca-Cola. She was grateful that they weren't any longer giving her champagne, as she was afraid she might pass out if she had any more. She was feeling decidedly woozy. The curioustasting cigarettes they had given her hadn't worn off either, nor had the furious tingle in her loins. She felt light-headed as a flower.
Then she glanced over Mr. Carter's shoulder to where he was spreading out some photographs in front of him on the marble-topped coffee table.
And the young girl gasped, almost dropping her-Coke. For the first picture she focused on showed a woman's face in a strained circle around a man's hardened penis.