Chapter 9
Cassie didn't know how it had happened. Perhaps from the sadness inside her, the sense of loss, the knowing that they had reached the point where they couldn't live together any more.
However it had happened, she moaned and opened her mouth against the pillow and lifted her ass backward and up for him.
"Ohhhh, Sam ...fuck me again, you beautiful dog," she groaned. "God, drive it into me and fill my aching pussy and make me forget, Sam!"
Sam wagged his fail. He got to his feet behind her and dropped his head, thrusting his wet nose forward, into the crack of her ass.
He lapped upward with his long, broad tongue, making Cassie moan again. Only it was with a sense of resignation this time ...a kinship feeling with Jenny-Sue.
She never thought she'd feel that way. She never thought she'd ever forgive or understand what had made Jenny-Sue be the way she'd been.
She felt Sam paw at her firm, round butt. He snorted in her crack and lapped again, his tongue licking from her wet pussy to her puckered, quivering, needing asshole.
He mounted her butt. His furry belly came against her ass. The urgency was out of him this time, but she didn't mind. It was out of her, too. She simply wanted the momentary oblivion of a crushing orgasm. And another chance to become terribly used to having Sam as her lover.
His pointed prick thrust against the back of her thigh, inside the cleft of her ass, right into the groove. Everywhere but in her pussy, where she wanted him.
She reached under her body, between her thighs. She searched with her fingers. Her body rocked back and forth as Sam thrust against her, trying to sink his prick into the softness of her hole.
She felt around his sheath. She felt the slippery shaft of his red, hot prick. She moaned as she touched it, and she felt a spark of life come into her body.
She remembered the Shetland's big cock, the monstrous tube Jenny-Sue had fed. into her fat-lipped pussy. Cassie wondered if she would end up doing something like that-if the conversion would one day be complete.
She groaned and fitted the pointed tip of Sam's prick into her pussy mouth. Sam thrust and humped, and his cock swelled and shoved deeply inside her. He growled softly and moved against her butt, covering her silky cheeks with warm fur.
She didn't hear the door open. But she heard Suzy's heated little gasp. "Ooooo, Mommy! Sam's doing it to you again, Mommy!"
Cassie turned her head. Her pussy mouth spasmed around the imbedded cock. She saw her pretty daughter's wide eyes. She was wearing the panties to her bikini. She had the halter in her hand, and Cassie looked at the little bumps of her budding tits.
"What is it, Suzy?" she asked.
She felt dizzily nonchalant. She had her naked ass thrust up and the family dog covering it, fucking his prick into her pussy, and all she did was turn her head and ask, what is it.
No shame. No guilt. She felt beyond those emotions. Or maybe it was the thought that the pattern would be repeated anyway. Why not now? The girl had already been cherried by her brother.
There was a whole world of cocks out there. It was better that Suzy learned to love them than to be ashamed over the way her pussy yearned for them.
Suzy stared, her eyes wide. She came closer. She looked hard. She bent down slightly, her little nipples hardening and itching. She watched Sam's prick fuck in and out of her mother's pussy.
"Ohhhh, Mommy-that looks...". She shivered. She dropped the bikini halter and the broken strap she'd wanted her mother to fix, and she thrust her little hand into her panties and squeezed her hairless, young pussy hard.
"Does this look exciting to you, Suzy?" Cassie asked.
"Ohhhh, yes!"
"Did you like being fucked yesterday?"
Suzy looked at her quickly.
"Honey, don't lie to Mommy. I know you and Chet were fucking in the kitchen. You hollered it out, remember? Did you like it?"
Suzy nodded her head and squeezed her pussy harder.
"Well, I'm glad of that. I didn't like it the first time. I was scared. My brother got in tons of trouble for fucking my cherry out of me. That's why I didn't scold you or Chet yesterday, honey, even though I knew."
"I thought you'd really be mad, Mommy." She shook her hand up and down inside the panties. "Daddy would have killed us, Chet says."
"Yes, he probably would have. But he doesn't know. And I'm never going to tell him. But a girl has to take certain precautions with boys, sweetie, or she'll end up with a baby." .
"I know, Mommy."
"You don't have to worry with-with Sam," Cassie gulped.
Her head spun. What was she doing! What was she saying!
"Is that why you let him fuck you, Mommy?"
"That was why my cousin, Jenny-Sue, taught her dog, Goober, how to lick and fuck, honey. That way, she knew she was always safe. But that was a while ago, before the pill and other things."
"Can-Mommy, can I have Sam fuck me, too?" Suzy gasped.
Cassie looked at her daughter. She felt Sam's prick swell and jerk inside her cunt. She heard the soft growl and felt the sudden rush of sperm.
"Ohhhh, Mommy-what's Sam doing?"
"He's coming, darling." " "In your pussy?"
"Uh-huh. Ohhhh ..."
"Mommy-your face is getting red. Ohhhh, are you coming too?"
"Y-Yes! Yes! Ohhhh, God!" Cassie cried, feeling her pussy mouth shudder and squeeze around Sam's swollen prick.
"I want to come too, Mommy! Let him fuck my pussy too!"
The door opened again. Cassie looked around quickly this time. She gasped. Chet stood there. There was a strange woman with him. They both stared.
"Ohhhh, God-Chet! Why didn't you knock!"
"Jesus, Mom!" he cried. He looked at his little sister, who had just shoved her panties down and bared her hairless pussy.
"Ohhhh, my God!" the woman moaned, her eyes dark and warm and liquid, her voice sultry and low. She strode into the room, her-big, pointed tits jiggling inside the knit top. "Don't stop, Cassie ...don't stop!" she cried.
"Who the hell are you!" Cassie cried. She was trying to push Sam from her butt, but his prick was stuck. He didn't want to quit fucking her, either.
The woman stripped off the knit top and tossed it to the floor. Her pointed tits shook and swelled, the nipples stretching to big, rubbery nubs. She pushed her pants to the floor and swept her hand up over her mound with a stimulating touch. She turned to face Cassie and lift her knee to the bed. Her pussy was shaved as bald as little Suzy's.
"My name's Karen," she moaned, coming onto the bed. "I have something for you to hear, but it can wait. Oh, God ...it can wait!" She moved her hand over Sam's hunching flank. "Does he fuck in the ass, too?"
Chet stood in the doorway. His prick was thick and stiff against the front of his pants, trying to spring free. He stared at all the succulent cunt and beautiful tits until his eyes felt as if they would bulge from his head.
"She ...she just came in when I opened the door, Mom," he rasped, trying to explain, his mind not really on it.
"Ohhhhh, I want him-I want him up my ass!" Karen cried,, swirling her hand over her bald pussy, masturbating openly, pulling at Sam's haunches.
Sam whipped his head around.. He barked at her. Then he looked at her swirling hand and got a whiff of her naked cunt, and he wagged his tail and licked his tongue far out of his mouth toward her.
Sam pulled his prick from Cassie's cunt finally. Cassie rolled to her back and propped herself in a sitting position, watching the strange woman with disbelief.
Karen thrust her hairless pussy against Sam's muzzle and tossed her head back and cried out with passion when the long tongue licked all the way under her crotch and. lapped through the slippery, pink meat of her pussy.
"Ahhhh, what a nice doggy!" she cried.
She whipped around, thrusting her ass toward Sam. She acted as if no one else were there, oblivious to them all. She acted as if it were her bedroom and her house and her dog, even.
"Up, fella-up! Ohhhh, fuck that hot, red prick into my asshole!"
"Man, I will if Sam doesn't!" Chet blurted.
Cassie looked at him. His cock was jutting from the gap in his pants, throbbing and red and surprisingly big. She understood now why Suzy had hollered so yesterday.
"Ohhhh, fuck!" Karen cried, spreading her cheeks with her hands. Sam mounted her ass, his haunches hunching already, his red-tipped prick probing for her hole.
He hit it. His aim was getting pretty good. "Yaaaah!" Karen cried, lifting her head. Apparently she spotted Chet's prick for the first time. "Ohhhh, bring that prick over her, Chet, and I'll suck it off for you!"
"My God!" Cassie cried. "Who the hell are you! What are you doing in my house! How dare you offer to suck my boy's cock!"
"Don't bitch at me like that, honey," Karen said, her butt churning under Sam's fucking. "Ahhhh, God ...now I know why Harry was so goddamn horny last night! What a fucker!"
"Harry?" Cassie gasped.
"No, not him-this dog! Ahhhh, God! You fuck with the dog, and you let Harry get so horny he spouts like a hose! Now I know why he was such a sucker for my hot pussy!"
"Harry?" Cassie gasped again.
In spite of his mother's outrage, Chet had moved forward, holding his prick with his hand. He aimed it unsurely toward Karen's face, the organ swelling and throbbing.
Karen reached out to grab it. Her lips pursed. She sucked his young prick into her mouth with a single slurp, her tongue washing over it.
"Holy shit!" Chet yowled, his knees buckling. "Ahhh, she's eating my cock alive! God, I'm gonna come already!"
"Chet! Chet!"
"Mom, I can't ...Yaaaaagh!"
His hips shot forward. His prick disappeared into Karen's mouth. His young balls pumped and pumped, and his youthful cream shot into her mouth and hosed down her swallowing throat.
Suzy watched her brother and sidled toward the bed. "Mommy ...Mommy," she said, reaching for the security of her mother's arms.
Karen sucked and drew, draining Chet's young balls. Then she opened her mouth around his prick and let out a hot groan.
"Ahhhhh, I'm coming! Hot sperm in my mouth! A dog fucking my ass! Ohhhh, wonderful, wonderful!"
She shuddered and shook her ass tightly against Sam's bumping, hunching belly, sucking his pointed prick deeply into her butt. Sam growled and licked his chops, drooling saliva along Karen's back, blasting hot sperm into her asshole.
Cassie gasped. She held onto Suzy tightly. She felt as frightened as her daughter. She didn't know what to make of this strange woman, who came into the bedroom like a whirlwind and fucked and sucked and masturbated and talked about Harry being horny and fucking her last night.
"God! My God, who are you!" she cried again, watching her son empty his spurting prick into her mouth.
"She's a rotten, double-crossing bitch, that's who!" the strong male voice thundered into the room.
Cassie looked up with a gasp. "Harry!" she cried.
He surveyed the room, seeing it all. Karen sucked her mouth from Chet's prick, licking a drop of sperm from her chin, squeezing the shaft so that another bit bubbled out so that everybody could see that he'd shot his load into her mouth.
"Darling!" Karen cried. "Ohhhhh, Harry-you didn't tell me you had such a wonderful dog! I came in and saw him fucking Cassie, and I just couldn't help myself!"
"No doubt," Harry said gratingly.
He looked at Cassie. Cassie couldn't hold his gaze. Suzy patted her shoulder bravely, turning to face her father.
"Don't be mad at Mommy, Daddy. She was letting Sam fuck her so that she wouldn't have a baby."
"She was, huh?" Harry said, looking his daughter's young, budding body up and down. "And you were going to get fucked by him next, I suppose."
"Yes!" Suzy said defiantly.
"Oh, God," Cassie moaned, covering her face with her hands.
"Cherried by a goddamn dog, huh?"
"No, Daddy. Chet cherried me yesterday with his prick."
"Holy shit, Suzy!" Chet blurted. "Shut up!"
Karen laughed. Her lips crinkled up with mirth, and she let a cold kind of laughter peel from her throat.
"Harry the magnificent," she mocked. "Everybody's getting fucked but poor Harry. Except for last night, when my hot pussy and sucking asshole gave you the time of your life! God, what a family! Brewster would love having you for his key man, wouldn't he?"
"What are you doing in my house?" Harry growled at her. "You can tell me before I kick my foot up your ass or after, it's all the same to me."
"You're not going to touch me, darling ...except to fuck that never-ending prick into my hot pussy whenever I want it to. I made a tape of your amorous spoutings, darling. I came here to see how much you're willing to pay for it."
"Nothing," he said.
"Then I'll send Cassie a copy, darling. I'm sure she'd love to hear all the nice things you had to say about her, wouldn't she?"
Cassie gasped. She looked at her husband. He balled is fists and set his jaw. He looked back at her. She swallowed and faced Karen.
"I know exactly what he said about me, Karen," she said levelly. "He said I was a hillbilly. He said I was a dumb hick. He said I never let him fuck me in the ass or let him shoot his load into my mouth. I know exactly what he said about me, you bitch."
Karen looked at her. Her mouth fell open. She turned her head and looked at Harry. She wasn't so cocky any more.
"All right, then how much would you pay for me not to send it to Thornton Brewster?"
"Nothing," Harry said again.
Cassie looked at him with shock. He had a funny grin on his face. He came into the room and put his hand on Chet's shoulder paternally, ignoring the fact that his son's pants were around his ankles and that his stiff young prick was still dripping sperm.
"Nothing?" Karen croaked with disbelief.
"Nothing," Harry repeated. "I took a long drive after I left your apartment."
"You what?"
"Yeah, I was there, baby. You left the door unlocked after you let Jess in. I watched you fuck. I stood behind the couch and watched in the mirror and heard everything."
"You're lying!"
"Then how would I know he's your brother, huh? How would I know he popped your cherry when you were six? And remember that time when he came so hard fucking you on the toilet that you fell in?"
Harry grinned. Karen stared at him. "You bastard!" she cried.
"Me? Me, a bastard? That's funny. What do you call Jess? What do you call yourself? You double-crossed your own brother with a phony tape when he wouldn't pay you money for the job you did on me! And I'm the bastard?"
Karen gasped. Sam pawed at her round ass, wanting to fuck her again. Her eyes shifted furtively and then switched back to Harry. Harry followed her gaze and saw her purse on the dresser..
"You want to know why your threat with Brewster doesn't scare me, Karen? As I said, I went for a long drive when I left your place. I thought and thought. About the tape ...what might be on it. Oh, you did a terrific job on me. One that would have an ordinary wife screaming bloody murder, but then Cassie isn't an ordinary wife. Not by a long shot. Your blackmail scheme won't work with her, as you just heard."
He inched toward the dresser. He saw her eyes flick toward her purse again, and he couldn't help another grin.
"As for Brewster-well, I hope, frankly, that you've already mailed the tape, or whatever you were going to do with it to get it to him. Because when he hears it, he's going to know exactly who the other man on it is."
"He can't! None of us said Jess' name once! I played it back twice and listened carefully! You started to, but Sheila cut you off. There's no way Brewster will know! Just your name ...loud and clear! And mine, but he doesn't know I even exist."
Harry laughed softly, taking another step toward the purse, seeing her lick her lips as he neared it.
"Jess called me something, baby. Something as distinctive to him as if he'd shouted his name into the microphone."
"What! You're lying!"
"His pet name for me, baby," Harry said. "Even if Brewster doesn't recognize the voice, he'll sure as hell recognize who said the pet name. And then Jess' ass is just as guilty as mine. Worse, even, because Brewster's no dummy. He'll wonder why there's just my name on all that tape. And yours. But not the other man's or the other woman's. And he'll know it's a setup."
"You're bluffing!" Karen snorted.
"He fires people for back-stabbing. Wasn't that what Jess said? All I have to do is tell him what happened and let him hear the tape, and he'll know. Then you'll have Jess to worry about. And Sheila."
"What name?" she cried. "What pet name?"
"You want me to tell you so that you can go erase it? I might have been stupid last night, baby, but this is today." He reached out slowly, watching her, and picked up her purse.
"Put that down!" she squalled, jumping off the bed in a rage.
"Sam! Guard!" Harry commanded.
Sam flew from the bed, growling loudly, snarling and flashing his long teeth. He stanced himself between Harry and Karen and barked deafeningly, bringing her to an immediate standstill.
"My God!" she gasped.
Harry grinned, opening the purse. "On the other hand," he said casually, "maybe it wouldn't hurt to tell you, seeing as how the tape is right in here." He lifted it out.
"That's not the real one," she said, looking from
Sam to him and back to the big setter again. "It's another fake, just like what Jess took from me."
"No, it isn't," Harry said.
"I'm going to take that from you, Harry. I'm going to kick your balls and ruin you and take my tape back."
"You're not going to budge, baby, or Sam will bite your pussy off."
"What do you mean? I just gave him the best piece of ass he's ever had. He loves me, don't you, Sam?" she said, extending her hand.
Sam's lips curled upward, and a warning rattle came to his throat again. Karen looked sick.
"All right, Harry-you win," she said.
"Yeah. I win all around, baby. And you lose. You and Jess. Because I'm going to mail this tape to Brewster myself. Hell, I want him to hear it now. I want him to hear Jess call me old buddy over and over."
"Harry!" Cassie cried. "Honey, you can't!"
He glanced at her. Then he looked closely, his eyes shifting from her to Karen and back again.
"I didn't know what I had, Cassie," he said, his voice soft and warm. "I was ready to trade you in on her. Can you believe I was really thinking that stupidly, honey?"
"It won't work, you bastard!" Karen cried. "You'll get the sack too!"
Harry smiled. He shrugged. His voice was soft and lilting. "But, I don't care any more, Karen," he said.
"Harry! Oh, Harry!" Cassie cried.
"Out, Sam!" Harry commanded. "Get her outside!"
Sam wagged his tail and looked puzzled, until Harry pointed toward the door. Then he understood. He butted his nose against Karen's crotch and growled. She backed up, and Sam followed her, herding her out the door.
"Give me my clothes!" she wailed.
"What for?" Harry grinned. "They only get in your way. You have to take them off before you can fuck."
"You nasty prick," she swore, backing into the hall as Sam continued to growl and butt at her.
Cassie got off the bed! She scooped up the pants and knit top and handed them to Karen. "Believe it or not, Karen, I'm glad you came. But don't come back. Don't ever come back," she said.
Karen looked into Cassie's eyes. She snatched the clothes away. Harry tossed the purse to her ...minus the tape.
"Thanks for the favor, bitch. You made me see the light."
She growled. She whipped around and hurried for the door, pausing only to get into her clothes. Sam saw her out, then turned back, head lowered, tail wagging, a big grin on his face as his tongue lolled.
Cassie turned to Harry. "Honey-did you ... did you really mean what I thought you meant?"
He put his hands on her naked waist. He looked at her for a long moment, in a way he hadn't done for a long, long time. He was aware of the way his naked children were watching him. He grinned at them and then pulled his wife to him, pressing her naked tits into his chest, wrapping his hands around her tight ass and pulling her pussy against his prick.
"We're moving to the farm," he announced. "We'll buy Thackery's orchard and go live th ..."
"Daddy! Daddy!" Suzy cried, running to him, hugging him around the neck, having to jump up onto him to reach that high. Her naked legs spread around his waist, and her budding little tits pressed against him.
"Oh, Harry-that's wonderful!" Cassie cried.
"Yeah, Dad-that's terrific!"
Cassie looked at her son. "Oh, Chet ...look at your..."
He glanced down. His cock was hard as iron. He stared at his mother's naked pussy and at her swelling tits.
Cassie gasped and looked at Harry. Harry sucked in his breath, all too conscious of the warm wetness passing through his shirt from Suzy's hairless pussy pressed tightly against him.
"Harry..." Cassie whispered.
"Daddy, I'm so happy!" Suzy cried, shaking her little butt in his hands, making her pussy rub against his belly. "Ohhhh, I'm so happy I could fuck you!" She giggled.
"Harry? ..." Cassie said again, her arm around Chet now.
"Oh, honey ..."
"Just once? Just so that we all know we're all together at last ...forever?"
"I . .. "
"It'll be the beginning, Harry. Of a good life."
"Cassie, that's . . . crazy!" he gasped. "You and me, Cassie, but..."
"Then what about them, Harry? What do we tell them? Don't? They already have! What's the point, Harry?"
"It's ...it's just wrong, Cassie!"
"And what we've been doing is right? You can't believe that now. You can't!"
"Daddy, my pussy really tickles," Suzy said softly, hugging him. "Mommy said Sam could fuck me. Can he, Daddy? You won't be mad, will you?"
He sucked in his breath. He looked at his wife again and then at his cute little daughter.
"Mad and jealous as hell, honey," he grinned at her.
Cassie came up to him. She kissed him. He felt her hand work at his fly. The zipper went down. She reached into the gap and pulled out his prick. It stiffened immediately. She held it. She looked into his eyes and then into Suzy's.
"Slid down Daddy's chest, honey. Do it slowly."
"Cassie!" he gasped.
But then the soft, tender little body began to inch downward, and the fresh, tight, silky lips of Suzy's pussy wrapped around his blazing prick- head.
"Ohhhh, Daddy ..." Suzy gasped, her lips soft, her eyes wide with innocence and desire. "Ahhhh, it's going in my pussy, Daddy! Ohhhh, I love it! I love fucking!"
Harry's knees nearly buckled from under him. He went to the bed. He couldn't stand any more. Very carefully, he lay on his back, his prick inching into Suzy's little cunt.
Cassie and Chet got onto the bed beside him. Cassie lay on her back. She turned her head to face Harry. She kissed him hungrily. Then she moaned with heat as Chet slid his horny young prick into his mother's hot cunt:
Sam sat beside the bed. He watched for a moment. Then he yawned and padded off to the corner and slumped onto the bloor, his eyes winking as he settled his head between his paws and snoozed.