Chapter 9

When Amy woke again, it was morning. The only evidence she had that it had not been merely a wonderful dream was the pleasant aching in her cunt and ass and around her thighs.

She awoke alone in the bed, but remembered vaguely having had at least one--and occasionally two--pairs of arms about her during the night. The fact that the pairs hadn't always matched was of little importance.

She didn't exactly wake up horny, but if she'd had the chance for a leisurely morning fuck, she'd have gone for it in a very big way.

She found Roberta dressed in a light robe, sitting at the kitchen table, and finishing off a cup of coffee.

Amy went to her and kissed her chastely on the cheek and then lasciviously on the lips. Roberta ran her hand up over Amy's bare torso and let her palm rest briefly over one already burgeoning nipple.

"Coffee?" Roberta asked.

"Mmmmm--yes, please."

A minute later, the two faced each other over the table.

"Where's Les?"

"Had to stop in at his office for a few hours," Roberta answered. "Horny already?"

"I think a little break might be a good idea," Amy answered. "You two are insatiable. I thought I was bad enough, but--"

"It runs in your family," Roberta said soberly. "I was always a hot little piece--for boys and girls and sometimes more--"

Amy made a mental note to ask about that more.

"--but your brother brought out the harlot in me."

"I envy you," Amy asserted. "Anything you want, sexually, you can have."

"Well... not quite," Amy heard the woman confess.

"What do you mean?"

"Guess what gets me off more than anything else?"

"Beats me."

"Three things," Roberta said. She counted them off on her fingers. "Seeing myself fuck on film or tape, two men at once..." Her voice trailed off.

"You get those things, don't you?" Amy prompted.

Roberta shrugged. "The tapes--sure. But two men--or more--at once is a little more difficult. Les doesn't mind making it with me and a woman at the same time, but he always draws the line at another man. Or more than one other man."

"That's only two things," Amy said. "You told me there were three."

Roberta paused, wetting her lips with the tips of her tongue, the same tongue that had driven Amy's taut clitoris to such heights the night before, the same tongue that had bored into Amy's tight little asshole and probed to pleasure centers discovered only days before.

"There's something else, but it might turn you off."

"Try me."

Roberta laughed. "That's what Les said. But I should never have told him."

"Why?"

"Because now, he won't even let me visit a pet store, let alone own a dog... especially a Great Dane."

It took a moment for the meaning to sink into Amy's head--and then her eyes widened. "You mean--?"

Roberta nodded. "And how!"

Amy shivered, a mixture of fascination, repulsion and arousal quaking through her. She flashed a bright mental image: Roberta on all fours, dark hair whipping, jaw slack, eagerly thrusting her luscious hips back to receive the scarlet canine cock of an over-anxious Great Dane.

She refocused her attention and found Roberta looking at her tits. Without following the gaze, Amy knew why. The older woman was watching the quick blossoming of both Amy's bright pink nipples in response to the obscene lewdness of her thoughts.

Still, Amy hesitated to voice her excitement. Even for her, there was a limit to her search for hedonistic pleasure.

But, then, she'd thought that about other things as well-- only to learn better, later.

"Haven't you ever wondered what it would be like?" Roberta asked, eyes bright and voice breathless. She was squirming uncomfortably.

"Well, I guess so," Amy admitted. It was the truth. Shortly after she'd gotten her first full-fledged orgasm with a hard cock in her tight little pussy, she'd found herself one day staring at a Shetland pony at the county fair and wondering what it would be like to have that horse cock shoved into her own body. She'd heard whispered rumors about the divorced mother of one of her classmates, a woman who kept a huge mongrel for a pet... a mongrel with a lot of Dane in his blood. Even then, she'd found her thoughts moving to the idea of four legged fuckers.

But as she'd matured, such fantasizing and curiosity about big pricks had lost most of its appeal. Sure, Amy still enjoyed the sensation of fullness she got from having an oversize cock rammed into her pussy, but she'd also found herself more than contented with the average and often, smaller than average, prick. The size, she'd learned, wasn't nearly as important as the utilization.

None the less, as Roberta brought up the subject, Amy had to face the fact that the unnatural fucking suggested started her juices flowing.

"Roberta," she blurted, "have you ever really done it with a dog?"

Roberta opened her heavy lidded eyes. She had one hand hidden below the level of the table. She was flushed. Amy heard a small, wet, sucking sound and knew the brunette had been fingering herself.

"Yes, of course," Roberta managed to breathe. "With a setter."

The hand went back below the table.

"It was delicious, everything I'd hoped for and more. And I want to try it again--and again! Only I want to try it with a big dog, with something like a Great Dane. And I want to have it on tape so I can watch myself. I love the feel of that long, skinny dog-prick driving up into my cunt. They move so fast, so hard! Ahhhhh!" she moaned, shivering.

Her tits jiggled beneath the robe and Amy knew the brunette was coming. Just the idea of it turned the teenager on, knowing that the older woman was getting off right there, across the table from her, while fingering herself and remembering a dog-fucking.

Amy struggled against the infectious lust. "But didn't it hurt?"

"Hurt? Ahh! Sure, a little, but it hurt the nice way, hurt the way a woman likes to be hurt, by having a big prick crammed into her! You know what I mean?"

Amy had to admit that, too--at least mentally.

"And someday I want to make it with a horse, at least a pony. I want to feel myself stuffed with cock like never before, feel it stretching my pussy till I'm ready to burst, feel it jamming up into my cunt until it's coming out of my mouth--AHHHHH!"

Roberta screamed, shook and tensed--and then limpened. Her flush faded slowly as she relaxed. She brought her hand up to her lips and sucked her fingers clean of her own sex cream, obviously savoring the taste.

Amy fought to conceal her feelings--and failed. At least the negative ones showed.

Roberta spotted it. "Don't knock it till you've tried it, baby," she breathed. Then she brightened. "Hey! You ever been fist-fucked?"

"B-been what?"

"Fist-fucked. Had a hand shoved into you."

Amy shook her head.

"Hmmm. Well, listen, I have to stop back at my place for a little while, so you stay here and watch some tapes. You'll learn about fist-fucking--"

"Wouldn't that hurt?"

Roberta laughed.

Amy was skeptical.

"Anyhow, watch the tapes. You'll learn about it. I don't think you'd be able to try it for a while, anyhow, but look at the tapes. There are all sorts of interesting things on them."

The two set about clearing the table, and Roberta got dressed. Just before she left, Amy stopped her. "Roberta?"

"Yes?"

"Did my brother say anything about last night?"

Roberta smiled. "Yes, he sure did. He said he wished he hadn't waited to do it for so long. And he wished he had not been so hung up." Roberta kissed her brightly on the check. "Who knows? Maybe you've made a contribution to opening your brother's eyes to more things than you can possibly imagine!"