"How do you like him, Lisa? I got him at the pet store. The owner told me he'd make a damn fine watch dog. I was thinking you might go to school and get him trained as a seeing eye dog, too."
The puppy frolicked around her feet. The woman was overjoyed with her brother's gift.
"You shouldn't have, Steve. The little devil's so cuddly! Tell me, what's he look like?"
"Oh, just about like any other German Shepherd. Fuzzy with a big muzzle. Feet are too big for his body. Right now, at least. And you can probably feel that tail waning itself to a frazzle."
She could. The dog was like a fresh wind through her life. The past weeks with Steve had been great. Somehow he had managed to keep her sexually aroused in a wide variety of ways. When he told her he was going to have to get back on the road for his job, a black chasm had opened under her.
The dog would help keep her from being lonely while Steve was gone.
"What you going to name him? Not something like Duke or Spot, I hope."
"Nope! I was thinking of something appropriate like Shithead. But if I yelled out the door, 'Hey, Shithead!' I'd get half the neighborhood coming around. So, how does Fuzzy sound? You said he was a real fuzzball…"
"For now. When he grows up, he'll just be shaggy. But okay, he's your dog, Sis. Fuzzy it is. Now put the dog out and let's you and me have a little going away party. It's going to be a good three weeks before I get back, you remember."
"I know." She didn't want him to leave, but it was the job. She knew that even if she didn't like it. But the thought of screwing around with Steve set her heart to pounding. Their lovemaking had gotten to be the only thing she lived for.
He had been so right about her needing a man's strong hand to command her. He had been more than right – she didn't need it some of the time but all the time. Without the abuse, she couldn't experience the gigantic cums she had had.
And he was so inventive!
He always managed to come up with something new and totally outrageous. Most of all, Lisa liked being tied up, then fucked. But even this could get dull. Steve made sure it didn't.
Just as she was entering the bedroom, strong hands gabbed her and shoved her to the bed. Rope whipped through the air and lashed around her wrists, tying one hand to the right side of the bed and the left to the other. She was completely helpless in this position, especially when she felt his heavy weight crushing down on her belly.
He was straddling her waist. "You don't need that blouse."
He ripped it off. Her bra followed. She hadn't been wearing one until she found out Steve enjoyed ripping them off. And, in its awn symbolic way, she was even more excited by this act than some other things he could do to her.
Naked to the waist, her arms pulled apart and tied to the bed, she was completely at his mercy.
And loving it!
"I was thinking of fucking that slimy cunt of yours. I've changed my mind. It's not good enough. But these are!" His hands stroked up and down the satiny slopes of her tits.
"What are you going to do?" she asked.
"I'm going to fuck your tits. Your lovely, wonderful looking knockers are going to receive the blessing of my prick!"
She gasped as he leaned forward. He gripped one of her boobs in each band and, as his weight came forward, he pushed hard. The nipples of her tits touched each other.
He began working the turgid nipples against one another. The tiny lances of joy leaping from her chest magnified. His fingers stroked all around her coppery areolas. Leaving burning streaks of her flesh wherever he gripped, he made certain that a tiny passage was left between the mounds of tit flesh.
"Feel my cock!" he cried.
And she did. It touched the far slope of her boobs. The throbbing tip poked into the canyon between her tits, then started drilling hard. He worked his prick into the artificial cunt made from her tit flesh.
The way his cock bucked and jerked against her tender jugs aroused her. He was giving her cock in the most unusual way she could imagine! And it was definitely turning her on. She wanted to reach out and grip his prick. She couldn't. Her wrists were tied. The pressure he was exerting on her boobs was enough to make her think he was trying to rip those mounds of flesh from her chest. She could do nothing to stop him. His weight pushed her down hard into the mattress. She was helpless to control the speed of his fucking.
Her tits were being fucked. That was all she could possibly understand.
But it was, a good feeling. The rubbery tip of his prick soothed her tits, made her come alive.
When he began fucking faster and faster, the warmth penetrated into her chest. She could feel his long prick come all the way through its fleshy tunnel in her boobs.
On impulse, she raised her head as much as possible and thrust out her tongue. She was rewarded with the musky taste of cock and the warmth of the very tip of his cock brushing lightly across her tongue. Each time she felt his weight come forward on her, driving his cock into her tits, she raised her head to try and take his prick into her mouth.
Once, she succeeded in getting the glans into her mouth. Only her lips caressed his cock but it was enough.
He moaned out, "Chriiiist, that's it! Keep doing it! Love it!"
She loved it. And she gave of her mouth love to his long prick as it came hurtling through her tits. The strain on the back of her neck was great. This only added to her enjoyment.
She'd come to revel in the pain as well as the pleasure he gave her. She was adept at playing one off against the other. The pain actually enhanced her pleasure, made it more intense. She couldn't remember a time when there hadn't been pain with lovemaking.
She couldn't think of any reason there shouldn't be not now. It was the only way to give a balanced picture of her body. The pain made all her nerves come alive, the fucking gave them all the pleasure they could handle.
It worked. She wasn't going to rock the boat now.
Her lips closed over his arrowhead-shaped glans again. She tried sucking as much of his cock into her mouth as she could. It was doomed to failure. With her tits holding back the massive bulk of his cock, there was no real way she could hope to get it all into her mouth.
His balls bounced lightly against her tits. The way he rubbed the turgid nipples together was almost enough to get her off. But it was his cock that finally gave her the orgasm she so eagerly sought.
She didn't cum like she used to. The build-up was more gradual but when all the passions released, there was no greater feeling in the world.
Trying to get his prick in her mouth again caused neck muscles to knot painfully. She collapsed back to the bed and just let him drive his cock repeatedly into and out of her mountainous tits.
The sexual warmth mounted. The tension in her body became so great she knew she'd be getting off on it in a few seconds.
He came first.
The warm spurt of his cum all over her mouth and face set off her own climax. He continued driving hard into her jugs, fucking them with all the power locked in his hips. All the while, he spurted out his geyser of manseed. He completely drenched her face with his jism.
He laughed when he saw his sister's tongue flash out and try to trap as much of the wasted cum as possible. She lapped it up like a man dying of thirst drinking a cup of water.
Her tongue swirled and worked and soon had most of his jizz removed from the area around her mouth.
"I wish I had a longer tongue. I could have really gotten you off then!" she exclaimed.
"And not missed any of that white spunk all over your face. You're a greedy bitch, Lisa. Admit it."
"I admit it. Guilty! Now fuck me again!"
"You ought to know my prick's not up to it. I couldn't possibly do a thing."
She screamed when she felt his tongue on her pussy. All the time he'd been talking, he was rearranging her skirt. His tongue pressed wetly through the tricot panties. After the first surprising touch of his tongue, he stripped off the useless garment and stuffed his face fully into her twat.
She couldn't remember how many times his tongue brought her to climax. Losing count was part of the fun.
It was a great going away party.
Lisa was listening to the radio and playing with Fuzzy when the doorbell rang. She was hesitant to answer. Steve had been gone for over two weeks, had called and said he wouldn't be back for another two. Besides, he usually just came right on in. He knew he couldn't sneak up on her and had long since stopped trying.
She went to the door, the dog playfully running between her slender legs. She called out, "Who is it?"
"Police, ma'am. I'm Officer Reed and this is Officer Grant. He'd like to talk to you for a few minutes."
"What is it?" Lisa couldn't imagine what she'd done to get the police out like this. The rape had been an eternity ago. And she was certain the cops had long since put that one into the unsolved and unsolvable file.
"We'd prefer to come in, if we could."
"I'm blind. How do I know you're really policemen?"
"Sorry, ma'am, we didn't know. They didn't tell us. Leave the chain latch on and just touch our badges. That good enough?"
"Sure." Her hand snaked through the small opening and touched the cold metal badge. Then, before the man could move, she gripped his belt and found a pair of handcuffs. That convinced her. A clever thief might have faked a badge. He wouldn't have gone to the trouble of carrying handcuffs.
She let them in, curious.
"Please sit down, Miss Hopkins. I'm afraid we have bad news for you."
"Bad news? What? Oh, my God, no! Steve!"
"Yes, ma am. Your brother was killed in a car wreck. You might have heard about it. One of those LA freeway chain reaction wrecks. Over eighty cars involved, ten people dead and over a hundred in the hospital. You seem to be the only next of kin. We're sorry."
"I… thank you for coming over."
She was totally numb from shock. Her entire life had been stolen away by cruel fate. What could she possibly do now? She'd been the independent bitch until Steve had shown her how leaning on someone could be even more interesting.
That hurt, hurt bad. She should never have listened. The sex had been too good with him. She'd never be able to replace him, the fucking, anything in that void in her life. Not now, not ever.
"Are you going to be all right, ma'am?"
"Yes. Please leave me alone for a while. I… I've got to get this sorted out in my mind."
"Right. Your brother's body is at the Green Valley Rest Home since it was the closest. You can call them and make the arrangements."
"Yes, yes. Thank you. Now, please, just let me alone."
The police left without another word.
For long minutes, perhaps hours, Lisa sat in a state of shock. Steve dead and after all that had been blossoming between them. For a brief instant, she thought of telling Carl that she would marry him, but that was absurd.
She'd be settling for second best and would always know it. She could never be happy with him. Steve was the man in her life – the only man. With him sex meant something.
She couldn't replace him or his inventiveness and insight into her needs.
Fuzzy came and nuzzled against her leg. She bent down and patted the dog's furry head. It was the only thing left of Steve. He'd given the dog to her. In a way, the dog was an embodiment of Steve and his caring Lisa sprawled back in the chair. The determination that came to her was like cold iron. She would never let a man get to be so important in her life again. She couldn't bear up under the pain when he left – or was torn from her by death.
Yes, she and Fuzzy would get along just great. The two of them – and to hell with the rest of the world!