Instead she imagined the lewd spectacle, the mere thought of their unnatural coupling sending an alien excitement raging through her passionately aroused young body. She groaned aloud in her all-consuming passion and ground her softly yielding asscheeks back hard against his strong, mercilessly battering animal flesh as she felt the tiny rivulets of moisture flowing down the crevice between her rotating asscheeks. Then, as the nakedly exposed young tomboy felt the hot streams of liquid excitement beginning to dribble down her inner thighs, she groaned loudly for the sudden mounting pressure in her loins and belly signaled that she was about to cum. At last! This was her third arousal today and just had to end in an orgasm no matter what!
Rapidly, the silky-haired Fido fucked in and out of the slavishly kneeling little girl, a wet staccato of flesh-slapping sounds hollowly filling the dark open crack between her asscheeks, the dog's keen animal-brain savoring a measure of vengeance in his human-like rape of her helpless young body. His powerful, lust-hardened prick was ripping into her as if she were some ripe fruit, destroying her chaste mind forever. Between each thrust, he felt her tight cuntal hole swallowing his solid penile length, holding the blood-swollen thing fast in the hot, hungry clutch of her eagerly working cuntal muscles. Her smooth white body tensed and relaxed again and again beneath him as she began an incessant moan. His great organ grew and hardened even more when he felt the soft fleshy ridge inside her hotly contracting belly giving way before his unsparing assault.
Once more, she lewdly twisted her head to look back at him. And the shepherd witnessed her mouth suddenly gasping open, but the scream was half-choked in her slender young throat. Instead, she began to toss her head wildly from side to side, her blond pigtails flailing around like two whipping branches in a storm. She had reached the beginning of a human female orgasm, he perceived, when she began to savagely swivel her rounded white ass back against him like all rutting bitches, human or otherwise. His heavy pink tongue hung loosely from his panting mouth as he fucked with heavy asscheek-flattening humps up between her furiously undulating mounds of human flesh. Once more she moaned, this time, her cry piercing the lonely tree house and very likely beyond while she rammed deliriously back into his huge thrusting hardness as he drove it mercilessly forward to begin spitting its hot wet semen in bullet-like spurts deep up into her hungrily clasping cuntal hole!
The big hunting dog felt her ass begin to contract and jerk back against him. He felt the thick heated combination of their orgasmic release seeping wetly out around the flushed lips of her rhythmically throbbing pussy lips as her defenseless cuntal opening squeezed and pulled at his ejaculating prick.
The little blond twelve year old fell forward then, away from him, her legs still spread wide apart, and in the dim light of the shaded tree house in late afternoon, her rounded white asscheeks glistened wetly from his expended semen. He could see her opened pink flesh and the soaked fuzz of her ravished young loins as she panted in her obscenely spread position. Exultantly, he stepped over her outstretched nakedness, raised his head, and howled victoriously. For many moments the satiated young girl lay sprawled face down on the pillows, breathing spasmodically as the ebb of her cumming washed over her.
"How come I didn't get a dog in my initiation?" a startling, recognizable voice said and Laura, face down in the pillows, was too frozen to move. She felt as though her entire body must be a vivid blue, the cold shock was so great.
"Your initiation ain't over yet," said Mack's voice in response to Janie's question.
Laura's panties had fallen down between two pillows, but her eye happened to fall on a bit of the material as it stuck up in the air. It was just enough to motivate her into action. Quickly she grabbed the garment and sought to put it on. By now the tears started to flow. With her rush of movement came other steadying hands and from these she tried to pull away. But Pete DePow was very strong.
"We're going on a picnic tomorrow," he whispered, forcibly holding her against him so that she couldn't move.
"Who wants to go on your old picnic?" she asked scornfully.
"Please don't be embarrassed. We all know you couldn't help it. Fido doesn't give a girl a chance, and he's a lot stronger than he looks."
"He sure is!" she spat, but her embarrassment was beginning to lessen under Pete's gentle reassurances.
"We might play some baseball on the picnic," he continued.
"G… great," Laura said, thinking that she must, but somehow her beloved game did not light the spark of enthusiasm it used to light. She wondered at it but supposed it would pass.
CHAPTER THREE
They were to take their bicycles on the picnic. Pete said jokingly that Fido couldn't come because no one could compete with him. Laura didn't see what there was to joke about, but she said nothing, smiling wanly. Anyway, it was Fido's job to take care of the club house while the boys were away, Pete said. Laura wondered why he didn't say members, instead of boys, but she said nothing because she realized that if Janie had not yet finished her initiation and Laura had only just started, they might be the only girls so far. She didn't feel like arguing. She was a little girl in crisis. All last night she had tried to get herself excited about baseball. She had thumbed through her well worn baseball cards. When that failed, she had pulled out her scrap book on the Toronto Maple Leafs, but one picture blurred right into the other. Yet, blushingly, she could remember Pete's touch as though she had been feeling it all her life.
In the morning, when she started to dress for the picnic, she found herself unable to decide between jeans and shorts, when not so long ago the choice of jeans would have been incontrovertible. Now, having noticed that her legs were thinning and becoming most pleasant to look at, she wanted to wear the shorts. She would, of course, get a better tan on her legs if she wore the shorts, so lying to herself for her own peace of mind, she put on the brief little green shorts that she had really outgrown. Her mother had despaired of buying more to keep up with her growth because she had always claimed she wouldn't be caught dead in shorts!
Pete DePow was providing the sandwiches and Janie was bringing cupcakes. Mack was bringing something to drink, and Laura raided the refrigerator for fruit. She was glad she had something easy and could get out of the house before her mother found her in the kitchen and tried to hold her up with innocent-sounding questions about the DePow's. Laura knew that whatever she said would turn into gossip that would circle the town inside of one day, so she had told her mother that she and Janie were going for a bike ride and were taking lunch.
There had been no mention of boys, but something in her mother's eyes the night before when she told her of the picnic made Laura suspect that her mother knew Janie would not be her only companion today.
It was too hot to bicycle very far. Laura congratulated herself on the wisdom she had shown in wearing shorts, and the boys soon had their shirts off and tied around their waists. Pete needed the girls to rub him down with suntan oil if he was to wear no shirt in the sun.
"I'd blister so badly that my freckles would all peel off," he said, and Laura found the remark so funny she had trouble stopping laughing. She felt a strange pride, too, that she didn't understand, being out there on the open road, rubbing a boy down with suntan oil in front of passing cars, what few passed.