Shadow was whining and whimpering as he plunged his long red shaft in and out of the girl's cunny. His fat tail swished through the air and he was panting. The heavy hairy sac of balls swung in an arc as he jammed his dick repeatedly into the girl's warm, moist twat.
Sharon was going wild with ecstasy. Having Shadow dick her while she sucked Allan's tasty tool was sheer heaven. Her senses were heightened, and she lost all thought of anything else except the two cocks inside her.
"Jesus, baby!" Allan moaned loudly. "God! Suck it! Suck it!Gggnnnuuuggghhh! Oh, Christ, baby! What a mouth! Aaarrrggghhh!" He was squirming and twisting on his back as the young girl sucked on his shaft. He lifted his head and watched her as she wet his tool with her saliva. "Suck it, kid! Suck it!Jesus!"
Sharon was in a frenzy. She had lost all control and was concentrating only on the two cocks penetrating her. She backed quickly onto Shadow's hot dick, wriggling and squirming and making it ream her pussy. Then she reached for Allan's balls and began massaging them as she slurped greedily on his delicious cock. "Uummm!"
"Suck it, baby!" Allan shouted. "Do it, Shadow! Fuck her! Oh, God! Blow me kid! Damn! Gggnnnuuuggghhh! Oh, God!" He was lifting off the bed, punching at her lips with his cock. His hands were buried in her thick hair as he forced his tool deeper into her mouth. "Suck! Suck! Oh, Christ! Goddamn! Uuunnnggghhh!"
The girl was frantically trying to keep both poles inside her. All three were squirming and twisting and thrashing as the wet sounds of fucking and sucking filled the room. Oh, please! she cried silently. Please, Allan! Come! Let me drink your milk! Oh, God!
Shadow whined as he hammered at the girl's twat. His red pole was covered with her cuntal milk as he hunched and pumped with jerking motions. Suddenly he stopped and shivered as liquid gushed from his swollen cock into her tunnel.
Sharon felt Shadow's cum spewing against her uterus. She was rapidly approaching climax and was only waiting for Allan's dick to begin spouting.
"I'm coming, babe!" Allan yelled. "Oh, God! Aaarrrggghhh! Hereit…Jesus! Ungh! Ungh! Uuunnnggghhh!"
The hot liquid shot into her mouth in a gigantic flood. She began working her throat muscles quickly, swallowing between moans of delight. "Uuummm! Uuunnnfff!"
Orgasm shook her as the last drops of liquid oozed from Allan's prick onto her tongue. She whined and whimpered, then felt Shadow backing away and dropping down on all fours. The instant the dog's pecker popped out of her cunt, she felt his liquid hit the sheets and splatter her legs.
"Good God, baby!" Allan gasped as she lifted her mouth from his tool. "That was really a blow job! You're getting better all the time."
Sharon didn't reply. She shook her head sadly as she backed to the edge of the bed, carefully avoiding the puddles of doggie sperm she was leaving on the sheets. Hurrying to the bathroom, she quickly sat down and let the liquid drain from her cunny.
What would Mama say? she thought. What would she say if she knew what I was doing? God! And Barb!
She sniffled back the tears as she cleansed her snatch thoroughly, then went out to join Allan. He had already changed the sheets on the bed and was again working at the cameras. Shadow was sitting by the red door, licking his wet pecker.
"We're not going to do any more are we, Allan?" she asked timidly. "Don't you think that's enough for one day?"
"Yeah, I guess so." He straightened up from behind the camera and winked at her. "Now, that wasn't all so bad, was it? You didn't get hurt or anything, did you?"
"No," she admitted. "I didn't get hurt. It's just that, well, all of this is happening too fast."
He laughed. "You had to get the experience some time. This is just as good a time as any, I should think."
Sharon dressed slowly and silently. She was finished by the time Allan pulled on his shorts and pants and carried his shoes and socks to the bed to sit down.
"I'll just go upstairs now," she said quietly. "The rest of them should be home pretty soon."
Allan looked up at her with a serious look on his face. "Now, don't say anything to Ruth about this, kid. I'll break it to her my own way. All right?"
"I won't say anything. Believe me. I'd be too ashamed."
"Okay, then. I'll see you upstairs in a few minutes."
Sharon plodded up the steps and went into the kitchen where she poured herself a tall glass of cold milk. It seemed strange that when she was doing those things, she was so excited she didn't care. But when it was over, she felt dirty. It was hard to understand.
If only she could tell someone, she might feel better. But that was impossible. She couldn't admit it to anyone. As she was rinsing her glass in the sink, the doorbell rang and she went to answer it.
"Hi!" Barb said excitedly. "I called, but nobody answered and I just thought I'd take a chance and come over. How's it going?"
Sharon stepped outside and shut the door behind her. "Let's not talk about it, huh?"
Barb gave her a puzzled look. "Sure, whatever you say. Want to go get a malt?"
Sharon nodded. "Yeah, let's."
As she went to get her bike, she wondered just how much she could tell Barb. If anything. It was really too much!
CHAPTER THREE
All the way to the malt shop and back, Sharon thought about telling Barb what she had done at the Morton house. Several times she actually began and then stopped, which only added to her friend's frustration. By the time they returned to the intersection across from the ranch-style house, the young blonde was almost angry.
"Look, Sharon, I'm your friend, aren't I?" Barb asked as they slowed their bikes to a stop at the corner. "You're not going to shock me. I told you about Don fucking me, didn't I? What's the big secret?"
"It's no secret," Sharon mumbled. "I'll tell you pretty soon. Right now I just want to think about it."
"All right," Barb said, her tone softening. "But if Chuck wants to fuck somebody, you tell him I'm available, will you?"
"Yeah," Sharon replied absently. "Sure." She noticed that the Mortons' car was gone, and wondered if the entire family had left. "I guess I'd better get back. I'll call you later on, okay?"
"Sure. Just don't forget about Chuck. See ya."
After Barb had wheeled away, Sharon walked her bike across the street and up the driveway and put it next to the garage door. She went into the house, glanced into the living room, but saw no one. Then she heard sounds in the kitchen and started through the dining room. Chuck came out of the kitchen carrying a huge sandwich that he had just taken a bite of.
"Oh, hi, Sharon," he said, moving the food around in his mouth. "You just get back? C'mon downstairs. You want to grab a sandwich first?"
Sharon shook her head. "No thanks. Is everybody else gone?"
Chuck took another bite and shook his head. "Unh-uh. Mom and Dad went to see some friends for a while. They won't be back 'til supper time. C'mon. Patty's downstairs." He started for the doorway.
"I don't think I should, Chuck." No one but Allan knew that she had been down in the room with the red door, and she wanted to keep it that way.
Chuck stopped and turned around. "Aw, shit, Sharon! Dad told us all about it. You can just watch if you want to."
Oh, God! Sharon thought. Now I'm really in for it! "What did your mother say?"
The boy shrugged. "Not much. She was pissed, but she'll get over it. I'm goin' down now. C'mon, if you want to."
As the boy turned away and headed down the hall, Sharon had an empty feeling in the pit of her stomach. She wondered what Ruth would do or say about what she had done. The more she thought about it, the more she realized nothing had really changed. Allan was Ruth's husband and she would probably go along with anything he said. She was still hung up, and there was no way out. With a shake of her head, she followed Chuck to the basement stairs and went down.
Patty was sitting cross-legged and naked on the big white bed when Sharon entered. The girl was drinking a bottle of pop and Chuck was taking his clothes off. Sharon glanced around for the dog immediately, but he wasn't there.