As the dog twisted and leaped away from Jody's humping young body, the thick goo gushed from her spread cunt hole. It was as though a water balloon, filled to the limit, had suddenly been let go. Jody's cunt lips tried to close, but the thick spunk gushed and flooded out of her pussy, actually spurting out onto the living room rug.
She felt the dog leave her. The weight was suddenly gone from her back and there had been a sharp pain as Wang yanked his cock meat out of her guts.
She groaned with the release of the pressure holding her down, holding her tightly into this crouching position. She sank over onto her side, then quickly rolled onto her back, her long legs spread as wide as she could get them.
She humped the air, pumped her cunt up and down against nothing for a few moments, then slowly sank down to the rug. Her pussy quivered. Her thighs jumped once or twice. Her whole body spasmed one final time.
She lay still.
She was panting hard, her clothing thoroughly soaked with sweat and clinging to her body, revealing her lovely young tits almost as clearly as though she were naked.
Her pussy was naked.
Her cunt was puffed open, swollen and wet and bright pink with the afterglow of her violent lust. Her pussy hair was matted to her cunt lips with the mingled juices of doggie spunk and little girl come and virginal blood.
A thick white trickle of come slid slowly from the lower portion of her lovely young cunt hole.
Jody sighed.
Finally she opened her pretty eyes.
"Good God," she whispered to the ceiling. She was limp. Exhausted beyond belief. She'd never been so thoroughly spent in her life. Every muscle in her body ached.
But she'd never felt better.
She smiled.
She was a woman now. A woman. No silly little virgin, not this girl. She rolled her head, seeking out Wang. He was lying comfortably in his spot by the kitchen door, his head resting on his forelegs, his eyes watching her closely.
Jody gave him a pretty smile of thanks.
She rolled her head back and stared blankly at the ceiling for a long long time, enjoying the sensations that filled her body, all the newness of it. The pleasure and the pain she had just gone through filled her mind with joy and wonder.
Chapter Four
Mary and Ken left the Jacksons earlier then they'd planned. The evening had gone well, and they'd both had a good time. Only occasionally had they glanced at each other, knowing they were both thinking the same thing – how to get into Jody's virgin panties.
As Ken speeded up along the on-ramp, Mary settled back on the seat and sighed.
"Well, how can we approach her?"
"Jody?" Ken asked. He knew the answer, but his attention was, for the moment, on the gigantic semi truck roaring down on them in the same lane.
The truck swerved out into the middle lane at the last possible moment and Ken cursed the brainless driver for the maniac he was. It took him a minute to calm down, and Mary waited patiently.
After pulling over and settling down to speed in the fast lane, Ken let his attention go back to his wife and her question.
"Uh, what about her?"
"How can we approach her?" Mary asked again, considering the possible answers herself. "I mean, we can't just go up to her and say, listen, pretty little girl, my husband and I would really love to fuck you."
Ken laughed. "Not likely."
"And we certainly can't force her into it."
"Nope."
"Nope," Mary mimicked her husband. "You're a hell of a help."
Ken thought silently for a moment.
"Well, how about this. When we get home, we can offer her a glass of wine. Maybe that will loosen her up a bit."
"Mmmm, maybe. Her father's still out of town, isn't he?"
"Yeah, I think so."
"Why don't we invite her to spend the night?"
"Sure, but why should she? She only lives a couple of blocks away."
"Yeah, in a big old lonely house."
Ken shrugged. "I don't know. So what do we do if she stays? We still can't get at her." Mary sucked her lower lip for awhile, thinking hard, getting hornier and hornier for the young girl.
"Suppose you pretend to be very tired when we get home," Mary said. "You don't want to walk her home, even though it's a short distance. Or do it this way. We get home and you fall asleep on the couch, right away. Then I'll insist that she stay overnight. She and I will have a couple of glasses of wine. We'll leave you on the couch, and she and I will go up-stairs and use our bed. That sounds reasonable enough, doesn't it?"
"Well, to me it does. But it has to sound reasonable to a young girl. And once you get her in bed with you?"
Mary grinned. "She'll fall right to sleep with two glasses of wine in her. Then you can come into the room, and we'll at least get to feel her a little, maybe even undress her. I can give her one of my nighties to put on, so she doesn't have to sleep in her clothes. I know just the one, too. Remember the black one you gave me last Christmas? The shortie one that ties closed in front?"
Ken grinned. "I remember it, all right. That one would be easy to untie, if she were sound enough asleep."
"Great. Let's give it a try."
"Hell, she might not even stay."
"But she might," Mary said. She could feel her belly tightening into the familiar knot of lust. Her cunt channel was already oozing fuck juice. Her nipples were hard, eager to rub against the bare young tits of a young child.
Ken's cock was hard, too. The idea of slipping into a bedroom and untying the front of a little girl's nightie, then feeling her warm tits, was getting to him. He longed to do it. He hoped Mary's plan would work in every detail. But he wished for more. He wanted nothing as much as he wanted his cock inside that fucking little pussy's hot young cunt hole, fucking in and out, filling her pussy with his fucking come.
Jody was lying on the floor. She'd been fucked, really fucked, by a dog. She sighed. She wasn't a virgin anymore.
Wang had padded out into the kitchen and was slurping up water from his bowl. Jody listened to the sound, smiling slightly as she remembered the feeling of Wang's rough tongue on her bare cunt.
She rolled her head, looking for her panties. There they were, over near the kitchen door, near Wang's favorite sleeping place. She'd get up in a minute, and go pick up her panties, and put them on.
In a minute.
But not right now.
She sighed deeply in pleasure and closed her eyes again listening to the sound of Wang sucking water.
Tom Gordon loved flying. He was on a plane two or three times a week, sometimes more often. He'd gotten to know several of the stewardesses very, very well.
He smiled as a young woman came toward him.
"Hello, Mr. Gordon. Nice to see you again so soon," the pretty stewardess said. She slipped into the seat beside him. She buckled the seatbelt tightly over her trim tummy.
"Hi, Wanda," Tom said, patting the woman's stockinged knee. He and Wanda had flown together many times, in more than one way. Tom was delighted to see she was on this flight, too.
"Heading home again, Tom?" Wanda whispered, enjoying the feel of the man's hand on her thigh. They were seated at the back of the plane, in the last row. Behind them was only the rear exit. Nobody could see Tom's hand slip upward, under the hem of Wanda's very short stewardess uniform.
"Oh, ho," Tom said. "What happened to those awful pantyhose?"
Wanda squirmed under his probing fingers, spread her thighs slightly so Tom could push his hand higher between them, get at her pussy.
"Can't tell the difference from the knees down," she said, "and I like real stockings much better. Don't you?"
Tom smiled, leaned forward quickly and gave the young woman a peck on her cheek as his hand shoved hard up between her hot thighs. He felt the taut straps of her garter belt pulled tight against her skin. Her skin was smooth and slightly moist and very hot.