Surprisingly, she closed her legs, forcing the head back out, and even Alexander seemed surprised. Balancing on her drawn up knees, the baby-sitter grasped her buttocks, spreading the cheeks so that her rosebud of a hole appeared in the middle of her posterior.
“That's the place, Alexander,” she wailed, pointing at the hole with a finger. “Somebody show him, please.”
Mary Ellen was waddling over to the battle scene and taking the dog's head, pointing the nose directly into the bunghole. He sniffed and seemed satisfied that it was a comfortable enough place.
Mary Ellen withdrew and Trudy resumed her stance, ready now that the dog had been fully oriented. Alexander placed a paw on Trudy's back, letting it slip down across her left buttock, leaving a trail of red as it bruised the tender skin. He tried again and the paw stayed.
He was experimenting, learning as he went, I knew, and I wondered if he'd mature expecting to have his sexual satisfaction from the human female form rather than from a dog like himself. This I reasoned, was how perverts were created.
He lifted himself, getting his second paw planted on her lower back. “That's a good dog. Come on, boy,” she was rasping through moist lips, looking back over her shoulder.
He jockeyed into position, moving his feet higher on the back and, in the process, shifting his own loins closer to Trudy's. Soon his chest was against her buttocks and then his belly and the tip of the fiery red lance touched a cheek for the first time.
“Oh!” The cry came in unison from Trudy and Mary Ellen, who seemed to be enjoying herself almost as much as the object of Alexander's affections.
The German shepherd shifted his weight slightly, his hind paws scratching noisily against the paving, and then his penis was aimed straight at Trudy's anus, all ready to pierce the sphincter that guarded the treasures inside her rectum. There was nothing to stop his advance and we looked on with obvious anticipation.
I stared at the others. Mary Ellen's mouth was open and, as she stared, she was fingering herself, her vagina receiving the direct benefit of Alexander's foray into the human sex world. Buddy was also staring, a weird smirk on his lips. Johnny was sitting cross-legged, his hands on his crotch, fondling his hardened penis, his eyes wide. Even Amy was lost in the spell of the sex rite, an incredulous frown on her face, as though she didn't want to believe it but she couldn't tear herself away, either.
I knew I was as guilty as the others because I was making no move to protest or halt this act that was unfolding at my home, my castle, the place where I was lord and master over anyone I chose.
Alexander was paying no attention to us and we could hear his guttural panting as he placed his red thing against the rosebud and began a series of rapid jerks, stabbing Trudy cruelly several times before he pierced her anus right on target.
There was nothing sophisticated about his assault. He worked like a Trojan from the first, jabbing in ever faster strokes, sometimes withdrawing entirely and missing with several strokes before working himself inside again. Trudy closed her eyes and held on, enduring what must have been searing pain as the sharp penis stabbed her backside and lashed at the tender muscles in her anal region.
He worked for less than a minute before he began his orgasm, spreading his loins over her bottom and hanging on, close and quivering for a few seconds. His panting was hoarse and his tongue was hanging out a foot as he panted.
Trudy cried out and that told us that Alexander had broken his cherry, so to speak, coming for perhaps the very first time in his young life.
Pretty much a failure at the art of sophisticated loving, the dog leaped from his victim at once, abandoning Trudy to stand, legs spread, panting. Then he began to look around and under his belly, examining his still swollen penis to find out what had happened.
“Here, boy,” Mary Ellen was calling, her voice urgent. “Come here. I'll take care of you.”
We watched, as aghast as before, as the husky young girl hurried to the dog's side and began stroking him keeping his head from under his belly. Then she reached under it herself and grasped the slippery thing, squeezing a drop of leftover semen onto her fingers. She plunged the hand into her mouth, smacking her lips.
“Hm. Not bad at all, eh, fellow?”
She rolled to her back and, working like a mechanic sliding under an ailing automobile, Mary Ellen worked her way under his body while he stood patiently, waiting. Her face slipped back to his loins and then his lance was dangling, still out of its sheath but softening, directly above her lips.
She opened her mouth and the thing fell inside. Her throat muscles worked as she drew it into herself, ever deeper, her head coming up until her face was buried in the heavy fur of his loins. We stared, gasps coming from everyone in the circle, as she sucked on the rod until it was clean. After a few minutes she withdrew her head from Alexander's loins and slid out from under his body.
“Golly.” It was Johnny blurting the word. “Mary Ellen, I didn't know you liked to do stuff that way.”
The girl wiped her mouth, smacking her lips as though she'd just finished a hot fudge sundae. “Neither did I, sport, but one runs into unusual situations out in the world, right? You've got to think fast to catch your pleasures while you can.”
She looked around the group, seeing that even Trudy was sitting up, although still rubbing her sore bottom, her eyes fixed on the newest sexual star in the heavens.
“Was it good, Mary Ellen?” Trudy asked, awe filling her voice.
“Real good. Want to try yourself?”
The blonde baby-sitter made a face. “I don't like sloppy seconds, especially with a dog.”
Johnny guffawed. “Heck, maybe she already did it when she was sitting alone with that elephant. She probably knows him better than anybody else.”
Trudy tossed him a saucy look. “I'm not a kiss and tell girl. You can ask anybody. What happened between me and Alexander is a private matter.”
Buddy snorted in merriment. “At least Alexander will never squeal on you, Sis.”
I stood up, feeling weary and drained, as though I'd had a dream in which the human race drove itself over a cliff into the world of primeval times, trapping itself in the tar pits with the extinct creatures of the past ages and sinking into the ooze forever.
Depressed, I suggested, “Let's all jump into the pool for a while. I think well feel cleaner. I know I will.”
Taking Amy's hand, I helped her to her feet and, as she rose, she looked down strangely at her vagina, stroking her thigh. “I feel funny there,” she murmured.
I thought about Alexander's earlier foray the length of her body. “I shouldn't wonder,” was my only reply, for I still wasn't certain how long she'd been asleep or how much she'd been aware of during the visitation.
We slipped into the pool one by one, silently, as though we were frogmen on a secret mission close to the enemy shore. I watched as the women cleansed themselves. Amy rubbed her entire front briskly, apparently tingling where Alexander's tongue had done its work. Trudy concentrated on her bottom, her small hands massaging. Mary Ellen had the most difficult job, repeatedly filling her mouth and spewing water with great force.
At last we relaxed, lolling in the shallow end and the strange quiet continued, as though we were all spent and perhaps ridden with guilt. I knew I felt very low, wondering why I'd allowed it to happen. Why had I gotten mixed up with these kids in the first place? What magic had Trudy worked that first night to bring me to my knees? How had Buddy worked the same spell over Amy's head, making her go astray for perhaps the first time?
Now I'd opened the door to another pair of young but powerful people, Mary Ellen and Johnny. Together, they made the Trudy-Buddy team seem like innocent children, especially Mary Ellen. If she were a normal teen-ager then Jack the Ripper would have made a wonderful headmaster at a girls' school.