"Ohhhhh!" Debbie babbled, feeling sick to her stomach. She jerked away, finally finding the strength and will to kick free of the shooting dog. She leaned against the tree, finding more strength to make it to the house. Rex whimpered and tried to lick himself where his hot jizz had shot from. He wheeled around in circles, bobbing his head up and down, then falling down and curling up to lick his balls.
Debbie was staggering, both hands to her chest, trying to sort out what had happened. It was still too much like a dream for her to comprehend. No one, not even her best friend could learn of this.
"Have to get to bed… have to…"
She made it to the rear door, letting herself in through the kitchen and closing it behind. Rex was still sitting by the tree looking confused. Debbie tried to smile, tried to see something funny in what had happened. But nothing could come over her mind except the wild gloom covering her. She had made it with a dog, a damned dog! The freest whore in Hollywood probably wouldn't have done for money what she did for free just seconds ago. The damp, clinging feeling her cum-stained dress against her sides told the story. Gagging, the young girl staggered to the kitchen table, holding onto it for support.
"No, no, I can't… can't think about it… right now."
He was just a horny dog. Wasn't that a simple enough explanation for what happened? For him, yes. Of course she couldn't blame him for taking advantage of her. But what was her excuse? How could she justify what she did, kicking her legs high in the air and letting him fuck her with his tongue like that? There was no excuse for her.
Debbie was tired. So much had happened this evening, and it was only ten o'clock. She saw dinner by the microwave. Joyce had prepared it ahead of time for her as she'd suspected. Ordinarily she would have been famished. But right now Debbie wasn't particularly hungry. Thank God the school vacation was three weeks long. She'd have plenty of time to compose herself, to possibly learn to laugh to herself about what happened out there. In the morning things would be different. In the morning she'd be able to look the animal in the eye and not shiver.
Debbie yawned, stretching her arms above her head. Limping slightly from her fall from the tree, she made her way up the stairs. Reaching the top she saw light fanning out from under the door of her mother's room.
"I'm going to bed, mother. I'm tired," she said as she passed by, holding her torn, grass-stained uniform tightly to her tits. She couldn't go into the room like this. It looked as if she'd been raped by the entire Turkish army.
"All right, dear. I'll see you in the morning," Joyce's voice said softly through the door.
Debbie sighed, brushing her hair from her eyes. She staggered into the bedroom, closing the door and falling across her bed. She felt everything spinning around her. No, she was even too tired to shower and change. She'd sleep like this in the dirty uniform and dream of Ray, of Rex, of all the overpowering feelings that had raced through her young, inexperienced body today.
Inexperienced? Debbie had to laugh. No, she had more than enough experience today with both the doctor and the dog fucking her. After a while, thinking of all the excitement of the day, sleep finally came.
Chapter Seven
During the last few months Joyce had felt a tension between her and her daughter. At first the woman thought it was just the time of life Debbie was going through. She was confused and uncertain as were most teenagers. The woman remembered her own difficulties with her mother and simply let things pass. But lately the tension between them had grown worse. Last night was the first time Debbie had spoken to her without that sharp, cutting edge she usually had in her voice.
Joyce had wanted to speak to her about this. But the incident with Rex had dampened her determination. If her daughter had found out what she'd done with the animal she would have died of shame and embarrassment.
This morning she stood in the kitchen, looking out the window at Rex who was running around in the backyard. She was glad she'd thrown him out of the house. God only knows what awful things she would have been doing if she kept him in. And if her daughter had heard something going on in her bedroom…
Joyce composed herself as she heard her daughter coming down the stairs.
"Good morning, dear."
The young girl mumbled something, picking up her fork and scraping it listlessly across her plate. It had been a restless night for her. She knew dreaming about Ray… that wonderful intern with his hands roaming all over her body, his mouth sucking her nipples, his cock snaking through her cunthairs and plowing open her pussy. Yes, she could feel his body pressing down against hers, his tongue drilling into her mouth while his cock peeled back her cuntlips and gurgled into the hairy wet hole.
And then suddenly the scene shifted. Suddenly she was back in the garden, struggling for breath while Rex was on top of her, nuzzling his snout against her pulsing cunt.
Debbie had awakened several times during the night, her mouth dry as cotton, her heart beating wildly. She finally tore off her uniform, trying to think of some excuse she'd give the following day to the hospital for getting a new one. Tiptoeing down the hall, she showered, hoping the fresh water would wash away her dreams.
But nothing of the sort happened. When she finally did get back to sleep she dreamed once more of Ray and his dick, of how it felt grinding against her clit while his hairy legs pinned hers down. And that moment of climax! The young girl wondered if she'd climaxed again in her dream! Possibly. She'd awakened exhausted from her sleep as if she'd fucked all night.
And again in between her dreams of Ray were dreams of Rex… of his furry muzzle, of the way his cum felt as it spattered against her sides and arms. Now as she sat behind the breakfast table she could sense her mother wanted to have a "talk" with her. Good God, that was all the needed!
"How are things at the hospital, Debbie?" Joyce asked, pouring juice from the jar.
Debbie flushed red. Of course her mother couldn't possibly know about her and the doctor. But still the idea of the question shot through her like lightning.
"Fine," she mumbled.
"You know," Joyce said, biting her lip, "I've worried about you… you know, all the stories they have about doctors and nurses."
This was starting out stupidly. She didn't know how to finish it. How could she talk to her daughter when she was feeling so guilty, so ashamed?
"Mother!"
Debbie felt panic. If her mother kept on talking this way she'd find out what happened last night. Above everything else, she wanted to stay working at the hospital, to see Ray, to fuck with him again. If her mother found out what had happened she'd be forbidden to go there again.
"What I mean is-"
"What you mean is you want to know if they go to bed together a lot, right?"
Debbie shot her mother a daring look of defiance across the table. The best defense was a good offense. She saw Joyce wince at the words then lower her eyes.
"I… I don't want to know that. I just want you to be.. careful, that's all," Joyce said, feeling her hands trembling.
"I'm not going to do anything, mother, you don't have to worry about that," Debbie said, surprised at how easy it was to lie.
She finished her breakfast, gulping down her milk, then excusing herself. She was going to go down to the high school and run around the track a bit to "get going" for the day. There were many patients at the hospital now and she had to feel up for her job.
Joyce didn't say anything, glad her daughter had found something worth-while to do with her vacation time. At least she wasn't hanging around street corners trying to pick up men.
Men! The thought of them, of their cocks, stirred up the woman's excitement once more. This was awful, terrible! How could she go on this way, thinking about dicks, thinking about that awful dog running around in the yard right now?