Story 1: The Hazards Of Duke

The aluminum bowl in the corner of my kitchen floor was unusually large, especially for a dog's feeding dish. But, it had to be... Duke, my neighbor's dog, ate more pounds of food in one day than I ate in a week.

My daughter accuses me of hating dogs. I don't really hate them, I just don't like them much. And I think they should be kept outside... a house is for people, at least that's what my mother used to say.

So, finding myself babysitting the most humongous animal in the neighborhood didn't make me very happy. And without a penned yard to put him in.

When my neighbor decided to take a three week vacation, they were adamant about not placing their precious Duke in a kennel as I suggested. But why should they when they had a sucker like me living next door.

Bill, Duke's owner, has always been very kind to me... doing many small repairs around my house for me... for free. Carol, his slutty wife, quickly pointed out to me I was obligated, that I owed them, a point I certainly couldn't disagree with. So here I sit, watching this giant canine wolf down three pounds of dry dog food like it was his last meal.

I tried to explain to her that I was scared of Duke. She laughed, as if my discomfort was humorous. And then she had the gall to say I should be appreciative, that it would somehow be to my benefit to have a male around the house for awhile. Duke was a dog for god's sake.

On Duke's first day here, I called in sick at my place of employment. Not because of Duke... I just felt like lazing around for a day. Lisa, my daughter, was in school, giving me some needed time to myself. Well, except for Duke...

Leaving Duke to his appetite, I escaped to the living room for a relaxing morning to myself. Stretching out on the sofa with a stack of new magazines, I began thumbing thru the latest edition of "Peoples" magazine.

It wasn't long before Duke came strolling in, glancing around as if to say; where the hell am I... and who is this new chick that's feeding me.

Apparently Duke wasn't thinking that at all. Strolling over to the couch, he proceeded to put his cold nose on my leg. I kicked a him to shoo him away but he ignored me. As if rooting for a squirrel, he suddenly pushed his snout up under my housecoat, causing it to fall open. I sat up immediately, just in time for him to plunge his entire slobbering mouth between my legs. I grabbed his giant head, pushing him away. Well, I tried to push him away. When I made an attempt to stand, he bared his teeth and growled... the kind of growl that sends a cold chill thru your body. I was suddenly frightened out of my mind, and in my own living room!

I sat very still as he continued sniffing between my legs. I was sure he was going to lock his big jaws on the flesh of my thighs and rip a huge chunk out of me.

Eventually he tired of sniffing and moved to the middle of the room to lie down. I felt a little relieved, but still sat perfectly still, afraid to move. All I could think of was getting to the phone, call animal control to come and get this godforsaken beast out of my home. Good neighbor or not, I wasn't going to spend three weeks with an animal that just threatened me.

After awhile, I very slowly arose from the sofa. He watched me, still lying perfectly still. My phone was upstairs. As I began tip toeing towards the stairs, he arose and followed me. I panicked... making a mad dash for the stairs. He caught me, grabbing the back of my housecoat and literally ripped it from my body.

When I stumbled four steps from the top, he was on me. As I lay there, face down, I could sense his huge body hulking over me. Once again, I was motionless. Lying there, I couldn't understand what I had done so terribly wrong to deserve this fate. It was like a nightmare... being held hostage in my own home by a dog!

Eventually, as before, he decided to do more sniffing. Standing behind me, I could feel his cold nose running up the back of my legs, stopping at the lower portion of the crack of my butt.

Trying to think rationally of how to handle this and get out of it alive, I thought that maybe, just maybe, if I let him get this sniffing out of his system he would tire of it and go away. It was the only plan I could come up. I continued lying there as quietly and motionless as possible. Duke continued sniffing.

Finally, after an eternity, he withdrew his nose from my crotch. I thought I was home free. But when two massive paws came down with all their weight on my shoulder blades, the level of my fear doubled. I couldn't understand why this animal was so fascinated with me.

The confusion didn't last long... not when I felt something warm and wet, and hard on the back of my legs. It was incomprehensible to me that a dog... a dog would try to mount me like I was a bitch dog in heat. Was it my body odor, my pussy, emitting the wrong message to this crazy dog?

I knew I couldn't lie here and let this happen. This was just too bizarre. With all my strength I tried to rise, to stand up and get away from him. I couldn't even get to my knees, his weight on my back was too overwhelming. I lay there, sick to my stomach, while this animal pricked and poked with his erect bone, looking for a place to bury it.

I never thought it could happen, but it did. Those damn thong panties I was wearing should have prevented his penetration. For some strange reason his cock slipped right under the bottom portion of the crotch and he slipped right in.

I screamed for help, knowing there wasn't any way someone could hear me. I couldn't believe this was happening to me.

He only had a fraction of an inch in me, but it was a half inch too much. I squirmed around, trying to pull it out of me, only to allow another inch or two to slide in further. I thought I was going crazy... things like this just didn't happen.

Like doing a pushup on the stairs, I was determined to throw him off of me. That's when his bared teeth appeared from behind and along side my face, and his growl coming from somewhere deep inside of him.

Once again I froze, and once again I felt more of his cock go up inside of me. And it was beginning to feel thicker, and for a minute I caught myself comparing it to a mans cock. I quickly returned to the reality of the situation... a dog was trying to fuck me!

Up to this point he had only inserted part of his cock in me. When he suddenly began humping... I had a new reality... he was actually fucking me...

"OH GOD, NOOOO... PLEASE NOOO," I screamed out to no one.

He adjusted his body, moving higher up on me, his large cock continually slipping deeper into me.

"God please, make it stop," I heard myself whimpering. "Please, this is... this is..."

And that's when I felt it... the twinge. Slight at first, barely noticeable. But it grew, the twinge, and the large cock in me began to feel comfortable, pleasurable, as he drove it deeper, and deeper up into my womb. I began fucking him back, humping and spreading my legs for maximum exposure, to give him all the access he needed to fuck me deeper, and deeper, and deeper.

Duke was tenacious, and I was becoming more aroused by the second. Who would have thought... performing such a unnatural act could be so exquisite... so pleasurable.

I couldn't believe I was going to cum. A dog was going to give me an orgasm, and at this point I was so crazed and callous I welcomed it.

My body stiffened just before the explosion, and my hips became uncontrollable as I fucked Duke like I had never fucked any man.

My pussy dripped profusely as Duke rammed his cock into me time and again, and I didn't know if I was having multiple orgasms or just one giant one... and it seemed so endless in... in fuck time...

The knot. I was only slightly familiar with a dog's knot. I had heard stories... For all the pleasure I experienced from being fucked by this animal, I was still writhing in exquisite pleasure. As he pulled and jerked to free himself from me, that huge lump caused one little orgasm after another.

When Duke eventually pulled out of me, he licked himself disgustedly, then turned and walked back downstairs, disappearing into the kitchen. I lay there, my lifeless body completely spent of energy. I finally gained the strength to stand, stagger to my bedroom and throw myself across the bed. Within seconds I was sound asleep.

When I awoke I was temporarily confused. I couldn't figure out why I was in bed when the sun was shining thru the window. Then it all came to me. I suddenly felt terrible... my womb full of dog cum, and my disgraceful arousal by a dog. It was disgusting.

I glanced at my watch. Lisa would be home in ten minutes from school. Suddenly I was wide awake. That damn dog was still in the house. I couldn't allow it to stay inside with Lisa at home. What if he attacked her too!

I quickly dressed and hurried downstairs. Duke was lying by the back door, apparently waiting for someone to let him out to pee. I quickly attached a leash to his collar and and took him out. While walking aroung the house, I noticed my gas meter up against the house. I looped my end of the leash over it and left him there.

Lisa alit from the school bus just as I was returning inside. "Hey honey, how was school today?" She didn't answer me, making a beeline to the dog.

"Why have you tied Duke up outside?" she asked in an accusatory tone. "I know you don't like him, but you can't be that cruel."

My thirteen year old daughter was becoming entirely too sassy lately. Every since she entered Junior High she thought she was smarter than me.

"I have my reasons, Lisa," I said. "I don't want any argument. He's staying there and that's that."

"Oh mom... he'll get cold out here. I'll watch him... I'm going to take him in."

"Don't oh mom me, Lisa. You leave him right where he's at. I'm not going to argue with you about it."

Typical girl, not getting her way. Stomping into the house, she made sure I heard every step she made going up the stairs to her room.

Sometimes she really tried my patience. I'm sure it was hard for her to understand why Duke had to stay outside, but I certainly couldn't tell her the truth.

As I started dinner, I knew there was something I'd forgotten to do. Go to the grocery store. I was out of milk, bread and butter. Something else for Lisa to bitch about.

I heard Lisa come downstairs, and I knew she was plopping herself down across her favorite footstool to read her magazines.

I went into the living room. Just as I suspected, lying across the footstool, face down on her stomach, her magazine spread out on the floor in front of her.

"Why can't you sit in a chair like everyone else?" I asked. "And when did you decide you could start running around the house in your housecoat at five in the afternoon?"

"Mom, I'm not hurting anything. I just felt like wearing it, okay. Christ, give me a break."

"I'll give you a break, young lady. Across your bottom." Teasingly, I whacked her softly across the butt. "What the hell is going on Lisa? You're not even wearing anything underneath. You're not going to eat dinner naked, young lady. I have to run to the store for some things. When I get back, I want you dressed. Do you understand?"

"Goodbye mom," Lisa answered sarcastically.

Returning from the store, I deposited the groceries in the kitchen and went looking for Lisa. I wanted to make sure she didn't disobey me. There was no way I was going to allow her to start running around the house practically naked.

When I entered the living room, I froze. She was right where I left her... lying across the mushroom footstool. And Duke had mounted her from behind...

I approached him cautiously. I couldn't believe it. She had defied me and brought that damn dog in the house. And just what I feared might happen, was happening.

"Come her Duke," I beckoned softly. "Come her boy... time to eat. C'mon... want something to eat."

He turned his head and bared his teeth. I knew I was going to get hurt trying to get him off of her.

"Lisa, can you hear me?" I asked. Her head was hanging down... I didn't know if she was hurt, or even conscious.

"Uh-uh-uh-uh..." I could hear strange grunts coming from her. Keeping as much space between me and Duke as possible, I slowly moved the other side of the room so I could see Lisa's face. It was not what I expected to see.

I could hear a low guttural sound coming deep from within her throat. Her eyes were completely glazed over, her lithe young body in tempo with the dog's every thrust. That's when I noticed all the juices, mixed with blood, soaking in the carpet between her legs.

"Lisa... LIsa," I whispered as loud as I dared. "Lisa, look at me. Talk to me, honey. We have to get Duke off of you."

"What's... what's he doing to me mommy?" she asked so innocently. "What's he doing to me... OH GOD... UHGGGGGG..."

I couldn't believe it... she was moaning with pleasure. She didn't even know what was happening to her... but she liked it! And for the life of me, I couldn't understand why I thought she looked like a little slut.

She looked up at me, her eyes rolling back into her head. "It's happening again mommy... It's... it's... oh god... ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

I stood there, mesmerized by my daughter having an orgasm... being fucked by a dog. I mean, she was a virgin... only thirteen...

Duke wasn't backing off. He was humping her in ernest... snorting with each thrust. At the moment Lisa was his bitch...

Shamefully, I forgot about trying to free her. I was fascinated by how her little body was adapting to this fucking brute... and I was becoming hot watching the two of them. I could only envision that big cock fucking me again...

I sat on the edge of the sofa, my hand stroking my inner thigh. Soon I was rubbing my slit thru my soaked, cotton panties.

Lisa, in the throes of an orgasm, stared at me in wonder. Spittle leaking out of both corners of her mouth, I trembled with lust when her tongue daintily licked at it, as if to savor it.

I would never have thought I could be so despicable... I actually wondered what it would be like to have her lick me... lick my cunt. The mere image of it made me hotter than ever.

I was losing control... I stood up, still stroking me slit vigorously. I took two steps towards her... I wanted her to see me fingering myself. I stooped down till my pussy was squarely in front of her. Her eyes were riveted to my crotch. I slowly slipped a finger in... out... in...

She groaned, eyes rolling again as another orgasm racked her body. I could stand it no longer. Hunching my crotch up to her face, I pulled her mouth to me, muffling her panting and moaning.

"Lick me baby," I encouraged her. "Lick your mommy honey. Mommy wants to cum too."

I pulled my panties aside, waiting. It slipped in so nicely, her tongue, as she strained to put as much of it as possible up my cunt.

"Lick it honey... like a lollipop... just lick it. Mommy is going to cum for you baby. In your mouth you little slut. Won't you like that honey... mouth full of mommy's cum..."

I was beside myself. I thought I was going to blow up... pass out... or die with pleasure. And all the while Duke humping my little girl... my little slut, fucking her for his own selfish pleasure.

Suddenly, Duke dismounted, his cock still rock hard. I didn't understand.

"No, not yet Duke... not yet. I haven't... haven't cum yet. Oh godddd..."

I held the back of Lisa's head and ground my cunt into her mouth. Humping her aggressively, I pushed myself to cum before she questioned what was happening to her.

"That's it baby... mommy's going to... to, oh god honey... that's it... right there... yesss, oh baby... I'm... I'm going to... to ohhhh godddddddd... uuhhhhhhggggggggggg..."

I literally filled my little girls mouth with my cream. Smearing her face, I revelled in the ecstasy I had just experienced.

I knelt in front of her, licking my juices from her face. Her eyes, questioning, wondering what had just happened to her.

And I would have to tell her the truth, that there was nothing wrong being a sexy little slut. And that ther was nothing wrong with being fucked by our neighbors dog. But more importantly, it would always be deliciously wicked to be fucked by her own mother...

Story 2: The Birthday Gift

As I strode down the hallway towards my sixth period class, I was conscious of all the horny eyes staring at me. I loved it. With my large breast swaying, I recalled the day I began showing up at work without a bra, and the uproar it caused among the faculty. And when the Principal, Mr Fogerty, suggested I dress more appropriately, he never once raised his gaze from my breast.

What I didn't anticipate was the popularity I gained with all the high school boys. It put poor Mr Fogerty in an untenable position... to satisfy the demands from the faculty to force their will on me, and the demand of all the male students who signed up to be in my class. I liked his solution... he did nothing. Consequently, my classes were filled to capacity every period.

The students soon found out I was a no nonsense teacher and expected their best effort. Surprisingly, I experienced minimal problems, and the parents were extremely happy with their kids progress.

I was acutely aware of how sexual I appeared, but as they say, looks can be deceiving. Since my divorce two years ago, my sex life was nil. My life was filled with my daughter Lisa, a precocious thirteen year old. Her popularity in Junior High, her participation in almost everything, made her demands on me never ending...

Arriving at class, I began distributing my bi-monthly test to my Social Studies class. An aide from the Principal's office stuck her head in the door to inform me I had a personal phone call in the office.

Everyone, especially my friends, were well aware of my feelings regarding disrupive phone call during school hours. I couldn't imagine who would be calling me, knowing my feelings.

Asking the aide to stand in for me, I made a quick dash to the office, fully prepared to give the caller an earful for calling me at this hour of the day.

Grabbing the phone, I asked who was calling, clearly letting the caller hear the irritation in my voice.

"Don't talk, just listen," the female voice said, barely audible.

"No, you listen," I said. "I'm right in the middle of a class and your interrupting me. So, who is this and what is it you want?"

"Listen, and listen carefully," the voice whispered, still barely audible. "We have your daughter, Lisa. If you don't want any harm to come to her you will do as I say."

I suddenly became civilized... and scared. My mind began racing... was this a hoax... a joke... or for real... I tried to think rationally. Lisa should be in school... I dropped her off there myself. How could someone take her from school. And why hadn't the Junior High called me to say she was missing? Suddenly, Lisa's voice was on the phone.

"Do what they say Mom... they say they're going to hurt me. Please."

"Lisa," I said, my voice rising with hope...

The strained, whispering voice was back. "Do I have your attention now Mrs Thompson?"

"Yes," I whispered. "Please, don't hurt her. I'll do what ever you say... just please don't hurt her."

"This is what you're going to do Mrs Thompson," the voice said, now so muffled I could barely make it out. "And don't interrupt me. You're going to do a little "show and tell" for your Social Studies class. You are in Social Studies now, aren't you?"

"Yes," I replied. "But what does this have to do with my daugh..."

"I told you... no interruptions. Okay, this is what you're going to do. You're going to go back to your class and put on a little show. I want you to go back to your class, stand in front of your desk and tell your students you want to give them a show. Then I want you to slowly begin stripping off your clothes. First your blouse, your skirt and your bra. Do it slowly... like a stripper. Leave your panties, nylons and shoes on. Is that understood?"

"I... I can't do that," I blurted out. "Why are you doing this... do you want money? I don't have much but I'll..."

"OHHH, don't, please don't," I heard lisa scream in the background.

"Oh god, please... please don't hurt her," I whispered. "Pleaseeee. If you want money, I can..."

"I told you what I we want, Mrs Thompson. I thought I made myself clear. I know this is the your last period of the day. When school is out and we hear about your scandalous strip tease from the students, we'll release your daughter. If not, my friends are more than willing to send her home. But, she won't be a virgin any more, if you know what I mean."

Without hesitation, I quickly agreed to do anything they asked... "Okay," I said. "I'll do whatever you want. Just please... please don't hurt her."

"One more thing, Mrs Thompson. After you've removed your clothes, we want you to sit on the front edge of your desk, legs spread, and finger yourself until you com in front of the class. Make sure this is all done before class is out. We'll know if you fake it so make sure you do exactly as I say. Do you understand?"

"What? You want me to... I can't... I don't think I can do... why are you doing this to us? This is so sick. I'm going to call the police."

"Oh god mom... they're really going to hurt me," Lisa's voice came clearly thru the phone.

"Okay... okay, I'll do it," I said meekly. Just please don't hurt..." The phone went dead. They hung up.

My heart was pounding as I walked slowly back to my class. God, how could I do what they wanted? Did I have a choice? If I called the police, would they really hurt LIsa? My head was reeling with questions... questions which had no answers. Clearly I had no choice.

The strained, whispering voice on the phone had been strangely familiar. I tried to think of who would do something this terrible. I didn't have any enemies. I couldn't think of any student I'd ever had a problem with.

Back in the classroom, the aide was having trouble with one of the students. A room full of sixteen year old boys and girls can becomed strained if you don't keep them busy... or command their attention.