Chapter 7

June was in love. Surely now her teacher wouldn't tell on her? As the short, busty youngster walked (or more accurately, waddled) home from the school she was already scheming about being with Mr. Slade again. Her fat, thirteen-year-old pussy throbbed, tender and sore from its initiation by her teacher's sizeable cock but nonetheless hungry for more. Her panties felt soggy and heavy between her plump thighs as some of the man's semen oozed from her first-fucked cunt.

Still sprawled on the bed next to his wife, Rick noticed that Prince did not jump up to greet June as she came into the house. Why was that? Then he glanced sideways at Joyce and the answer suddenly dawned on him. Damn! The old lady had developed a taste for doggy bone. In spite of the way she protested whenever he got Prince to take her, she liked it. She was doing it on her own now.

Just then he saw Joyce's younger daughter, June. My God, what a pair, he mused as he looked at the way her large breasts bobbled and jounced on her short frame as she followed her sister around the kitchen. Damn. She wasn't wearing a brassiere. And he noticed something else about her, too. Her eyelids looked heavy, half-shut, and a small, contented smile played at the corners of her mouth. Rick noted that her hand made a surreptitious rub between her thighs and it all came together for him. The little sexpot had just been fucked. Had one of her teacher's been instructing her in procreative biology? Maybe he should forget his personal minimum age limit. Getting into a thirteen-year-old girl, especially one with tits like June had was a real turn-on and if somebody had already cultivated her fuck-furrow, another plough wouldn't matter.

Could she tell Jennifer? June was almost bursting with the desire to share her wonderful experience with her sister. Had Jennifer ever done it? Would she be mad at her? June managed to contain her desire to share and helped her older sister with preparing the dinner.

Joyce had gone out first thing in the morning and Rick had left soon after. Jennifer sat at the breakfast table with June and puzzled over her sister's behavior. She'd been unusually quiet last night, almost withdrawn, and it bothered the older girl. June had always confided in her when she had a problem, especially since their Mom had split with their Dad and Rick came into their lives. But she didn't ask June what was bothering her.

If Jennifer had asked and if June had answered truthfully she would have been surprised, no, shocked at her kid sister's thoughts. And feelings. They hadn't changed since last night. June still wanted to share her experience with Jennifer and she could hardly wait until she could be alone again with Mr. Slade.

For a couple of months Rick had been leaving his computer on and connected to a Newsgroup with explicitly sexual pictures in hope that one or the other of his stepdaughters would check them out. To date he had been disappointed and his checks had shown that nobody had looked while he was away. Today his bait was finally taken.

One by one the others had left until Jennifer was alone in the house. It was then that she noticed Rick's computer as she passed by the little room that served as his office. She saw nothing that she hadn't already found or been shown by other girls. It was not at all arousing for her to see large-breasted, full-lipped women sucking and being fucked by some impressive cocks but she looked at a series of photos. And then she noted that a Word window was open.

Rick had not planned for Jennifer or anyone else in the family to see the file that he'd forgotten to close. It wasn't exactly a diary but rather just something to remind him of what he'd done and to put down his thoughts for future adventures.

Prince is a great dog. I think Joyce had developed a taste for him. Must be the knot that did it. Damn, she sure looked hot the first time he got that knot into her and I think she had him today without me being here to 'force' her.

A chill ran down the young girl's spine as she read what her stepfather had written. She wasn't sure what he was writing about but she sensed that, like everything else about him, it was sick.

I bet that snobby Slade broad is going to be the same. No. She'll be hotter. Joyce is a 'nice' woman, whatever that means but the Slade one is a total slut.

Jennifer shivered again and she wished she knew more. And for a change she agreed with Rick. Mrs. Slade was a total slut and Mr. Slade deserved someone better.

Two weeks til I get into the stuck-up daughter. She'll be sixteen then and she'll be stuck-up all right - only in a different way. But I won't wait that long for her kid sister. I can tell that somebody already sunk a shaft into her honeywell so it'll just take a roofie and maybe not even that. Anyway, today is a big day for Prince... and the Slade broad.

The fifteen-year-old girl, soon to be a sixteen-year-old girl, was in a state of near shock. She tried to blank out the image in her mind of a woman... her mother? Mrs. Slade? Kneeling while prince was on her like Jennifer had once seen with two dogs in the park. The idea of it happening to her mother was sickening but when the image became that of Mrs. Slade the girl got a certain pleasure from imagining the unfaithful woman being humbled by the dog.

Jennifer just sat there in a daze until she heard the sound of the noon whistle from the factory. She snapped out of it and finished dressing. Had Rick gone to Slade's today? Was Prince there? She had a class but she had to go by the house and see if Prince was there waiting for Rick.

When the teenager got to the Slades' house the dog was sitting on the front step where he always was when his master was inside. Just then the front door opened and Jennifer saw her stepfather, naked and unconcerned, his impossibly large, semi-erect tool swaying as he grabbed Prince by the collar and brought him inside.

Oh no. It was really so. He was going to make their pet dog do awful things. The girl was aghast at the horror of what the man was going to do. And had already done to her mother. What could she do?

Rick had arrived an hour ago and, ready as always, Shelly Slade had welcomed the invasion of her lover's oversized prick. He'd given her a quick fuck, not a truly satisfying one, and then poured a drink for her, a stiff one. And then another. In the second drink he dissolved a small quantity of a white powder. 'Sort of like a roofie, ' he'd been told. 'But she'll still be conscious and she still won't remember it.'

Shelly had, in fact, passed out briefly after tossing back the powder-spiked, second drink and when she came to a short time later she was tied to the bed.

Rick wasn't going to leave anything to chance and had come prepared. With soft belt-like bonds he tied the woman's wrists to convenient slots in the headboard. Her ankles were tied to the legs at the bottom of the bed, the woman's legs drawn wide apart and bent at the knees while her hips were positioned at the bottom edge of the bed. Shelly was thus naked and spread-eagled and vulnerable to whatever her vicious lover had in mind.

For a minute or so Shelly strained at the soft straps, which immobilized her body upon the bed but it was hopeless. The tight bands held her motionless. She raised her head and looked down. She couldn't see much but when she tried to move her legs it was obvious to her that her ankles were fastened securely. Turning her head and looking upwards she could see her arms spread wide and for a moment she tensed and tried desperately to pull her wrists free but the belt held firm.

What did her lover have in mind? She had never been into bondage games but maybe it would be fun? The naked, busty woman relaxed.

Shelly heard a sound and gasped suddenly. Her eyes snapped open. She lifted her head up as high as she could and stared in horror between her splayed legs. Bound to the legs of the bed, her legs were forced as far apart as the stretched tendons would allow and bent almost double like a grasshopper ready to spring away in retreat. Only Shelly couldn't retreat from the dark, long-nosed head, which peered down at her through the V- spread of her legs.

Prince's cold wet nose poked first at one bare thigh and then the other, sniffing at the man-scented dots where Rick's leaking penis had bounced only moments before. The dog licked speculatively at her thighs. Shelly pressed her knees outward until the muscles ached. It was the only part of her pinioned body that she could move... her knees... and she strove frantically to press them away from the cold probing nose of the beast at her loins. The effort was a vain one for the dog's head followed the scant inches of her move with little effort. She fluttered her knees back and forth, hoping to discourage his eager sniffing, but the movement only caused her splayed lips to part and the hot scent of her woman hole rose to the dog's snuffling nose. Instantly, he stopped the inspection of the faint scented flesh, remembering his mistress and licked his muzzle and whined softly.

Shelly winced beneath his warm breath as the dog panted over her open body. "Please Rick," she said in an uncharacteristically timid voice, "What are you doing to me?"

"Just relax, baby. You're going to love this," the naked man said in a cajoling voice. No need to get her angry he mused as he let his eyes slide slowly down over her nakedly spread form and paused to watch the dark animal, which hunkered over her trembling cunt. The dog was poking at the open hole now with his wet snuffling noise. Rick could see the woman wince each time the animal prodded at the opening. Wait till he began to lick that exposed little button. He couldn't wait to see the expression on her face then. Looking down at himself he could see his own organ begin to rise even though he just emptied his lust into the human bitch's willing body.

Shelly's eyes were closed. She was motionless except for an occasional contraction of swallowing in her throat and the incessant chewing on her lower lip as she tried to tell herself that this was just a terrible dream. There were small pearls of cold sweat dancing on her forehead.

She could feel the repeated flurries of hot breath against the tender flesh of her exposed body. The wet cold nose poked in and around the upper edge of her slit, prodding her treacherous clitoris to life. She flushed with embarrassment as she felt it beginning to swell. The rough tongue was forcing life into the susceptible slit no matter how hard she tried to control it. The long thick abrasive tongue rubbed at her private parts, too roughly for total pleasure but nonetheless the soft full lips of her vagina swelled happily in response.

Little by little, the woman's muscles became less tense. Rick could see her straining body sink slowly, slowly, into the mattress as her legs softened their rigid discipline and gradually, hardly noticeably, opened to admit the width of the animal's head. The heavy muzzle pressed against the soft pink blossom of her body and let the long supple tongue work at the open slit, sliding in to taste the viscous residue of his master's earlier servicing. Shelly sucked in a deep breath as the tongue searched deeper, twisting and turning in her woman hole as it would search for the last marrow in a bone.