Her thoughts of her mother reminded her that her mother was due home from work at five. Her eyes darted to the kitchen clock. Four-fifty!
"Oh, no!" she gasped. "Ohhh, Rex, we have to stop. I don't want to! Darn! Damn! Shit!"
She forced herself to her feet and stood a moment getting her breath back. Playing with a real live prick had left her quite breathless.
Her pink T-shirt fell into place, and her pert tits poked hard in it, high and pointed. She felt like stripping it off and getting totally naked.
She gazed down at the waiting dog and wished she could just stay on the floor with him and play with his big cock all day. Every fiber of her being wanted to indulge in doggie-fucking. Here was opportunity knocking for her. Here was her chance to fulfill so many wild and wonderful girlish ideas and desires. No one would ever know!
"Ohhhhh, Rex," she said sadly, eyeing his stiff throbbing prick. "How I want to play with your cock."
Her mind whirled. Her eyes flashed. She giggled. "I know! I'll keep you in the house tonight! After Mom goes to sleep, you can get in my bed and we can fuck. Would you like that?"
Then, with all the know-how of an experienced cockteasing female, she got down on her knees and deliberately caressed the dog's massive boner.
"You would like that, wouldn't you?" she teased, stroking the full length of his red cock-meat. "Mmmmmm, I can tell you would. So would I! We'll have lots of fun from now on, okay? I'll let you lick my cunt all you want. Oh, I know! While you lick my pussy, I'll jerk your prick! Ohhhhh, I can't wait! Just think of it, Rex! Won't that be juicy?"
The thought of cunt-juice made her reflective. She sat down on her cute little ass and looked pensive for a moment as she idly stroked his prick.
"Mmmmm. What if you come?" she said to the dog. "We can't have you shooting that stuff all over my bed. Jeez, can you imagine what would happen if Mom found your cum on my sheet? Golly!"
Her gaze returned to his throbbing red cock. "I'll bet you come a lot. I've never seen a prick shoot jism, Rex. How exciting it'll be! And you won't be able to tell a soul! That's the best part, you know. A girl has to be careful around here."
She giggled at her own cleverness and leaned over for a closer look at her pet's powerful cock. His prick felt so thick and stiff in her soft hand, and just the feel of his cock kept giving nice feelings to her pussy. She wanted more of those feelings up her cunt.
Suddenly she panicked, glancing at the clock again. "Oh, darn," she said, forcing her hand away from the doggie-prick. "I keep forgetting Mom is coming home! Come on, Rex, we have to quit this for now."
The dog automatically jumped up and headed for the door, thinking she was ordering him from the house as usual.
"Oh, no, you don't," she laughed. "Come here and have some more dog food. You're not going out." She burst into laughter. "You'll be lucky if you ever get out of here again!"
Tickled and filled with a new sense of purpose and pleasure, she filled his bowl with scrumptious doggie-goodies to keep him contented in the house.
She pranced into her bedroom and quickly got into clothing acceptable to her mother, then hurried back into the kitchen to set the table for dinner. Every once in a while, she stooped over the dog and stroked his cock, giving his prick promising little squeezes and pets. All she could think of was playing with his prick and making it shoot loads and loads of thick white cum.
Her girlfriends had whispered to her about boys shooting jism – thick white stuff. Now she would get to see jism with her own eyes. That was well worth waiting for!
CHAPTER THREE
It was exactly five o'clock when Karen finished setting the table. And it was exactly five o'clock when Sheila Ames put the cover on her typewriter at the office. Karen's mother looked luscious in a sheer white blouse and a brief miniskirt.
"Sheila," her boss called from the inner office.
She went to the open doorway. "Yes, Mr. Rix?"
The man leaned back in his chair and grinned. "Everybody's gone home. You can call me Bob."
Sheila smiled and she took a quick look at her boss' lap. "Okay, Bob. What can I do for you?"
He opened his legs and turned slightly so she could see his hard-on. "You know what you can do for me."
Sheila laughed lightly, but shook her head. Her Farrah Fawcett hair-do swept her shoulders. "It's five o'clock," she purred. "Karen's waiting for me. I really have to be going."
"Come over here," her boss said thickly.
Sheila knew she should turn and go before this went too far. But Bob's cock was full length now and pulsing slowly against the tightness of his pants. His prick looked awfully good to her. Her tongue moved slowly across her lips. She swallowed nervously.
"Ohhh, Bob," she sighed, taking a few steps toward him. "Can't it wait until tomorrow? Come on, be reasonable. I really have to go. Karen is waiting."
Her boss chuckled, and his eyes took on a gleam. "She's a big girl, Sheila. Old enough to feed herself. She's not a kid any more. In fact, she'd probably like to have the house to herself."
"Don't talk like that, Bob," Sheila pleaded, stepping closer to him. "I don't think of Karen in those terms. She's a good girl and I want to bring her up right."
"Oh, bullshit," Mr. Rix said. "Let the kid grow up in her own way. Stop trying to run her life. And stop being hypocritical. Why worry about her playing with herself when you're standing here aching to get my cock out? You know you want my prick. You need it."
He was right, and Sheila knew it. How could she resist his powerful cock, throbbing so lively in his crotch? She couldn't.
"At least let me call her," she murmured. She lifted the telephone receiver and punched out her phone number.
As the phone rang, she perched her cute ass on the edge of her boss' desk and reached out her free hand. She stroked his hard-on.
"Hello? Karen? Listen, sweetheart. I've got to do some extra work for Mr. Rix. Can you get yourself something to eat? Good girl. I'll be home as soon as I can. What? No, I don't know what time. Now get yourself something to eat."
She cradled the phone and slithered to her knees between her boss' thighs. Now that she'd decided to stay, she was filled with the desire to see the man's enormous prick. She unzipped his pants, and his cock leapt out at her, all wet and horny.
"Lick my prick, baby," he rasped. "I've been thinking about it all afternoon. So have you. That's why you wore that sexy outfit today, isn't it? Another lonely night without your hubby, huh? Well, here. Come and get it. Take my cock into your pretty mouth, Sheila, and suck the life out of it."
"Well…" Sheila murmured, grasping his stiff prick. "Maybe just a little while… I hate to leave Karen alone… I… I…"
She leaned over and got a closer look at the man's magnificent cock. She missed being able to suck cock. Ever since her husband ran off, she'd been feeling downright horny all the time. And it was getting worse night after night. She needed cock.
As far as Sheila was concerned, Bob Rix had the biggest, stiffest cock she'd ever seen. Her breath caught in her throat as she gazed at his boner and ran her hand up and down the full length of his cock-shaft. She had always believed that pricks were all the same size, more or less. Now she saw her mistake right before her dazzled eyes. Bob's cock was very much larger and hornier than her husband's had ever been.
Sheila stared hotly at the raging cock in her fist as if she were totally fascinated by it. The tip of her tongue suddenly darted from between her sensuous lips and moved across them. The man's mammoth cock had an over-poweringly erotic effect on her. Her breathing grew rapid.
Bob reached over and placed his hand on the back of her head and urged her face closer and closer to his throbbing hard-on.