Chapter 1
"Everybody is out fucking but me!"
Cathy Bennett slammed the door to her room in disgust as she uttered her complaint. The trim little brunette caught her own image in the mirror.
Her hair glistened as it caught the light. It hung long and seductive over her shoulders. Her huge eyes sparkled brilliantly.
She turned to pose her saucy body. Her ass jutted out behind in dramatic fashion. Her young tits stood out pertly. Her deeply tanned legs were stunning, their beauty emphasized by her miniskirt.
She looked herself over. She was as pretty as any girl around. Her lithe young body never failed to attract its share of whistles and howls when she walked along the street. She could count on having the boys getting hard-ons when they danced with her on Friday-night school parties.
At sixteen she was beginning to understand the effect a bouncing tit had on boys. She knew how to swing her ass for them. So why was she the one left home alone while the rest of the family was out fucking?
Her dad was out of town on a business trip. He'd have picked up some young woman by now and he'd be giving her a good fucking. He did it at home-why shouldn't he do it when he was away?
Her mother was certainly taking advantage of Mr. Sorrel's visit. She recognized Carl Sorrel's voice when he called earlier this evening. It was only a few minutes before her mother announced a very important committee meeting of the PTA that she simply had to attend.
Her brother Doug fucked the red-haired Beverly Mitcham almost every night. Cathy had watched them out by the pool two nights ago, when they thought they were here alone. The teen-ager had stood at the window watching them play in the pool as they skinny-dipped. Cathy almost wet her pants with envy when her older brother brought the girl over to the lounge and started to fuck her good.
Cathy knew she was being left out of it all. Damn it, she had just as much sexual need as anyone else in the damn family. She was angry at the way they protected her, making her the family virgin, while they all fucked as much as they pleased.
The trim brunette slipped out of her tiny skirt. The blouse joined the skirt. Her lovely young body spun about the room, a breath-taking show of golden skin, peach-colored bra, and whisper-thin panties.
Cathy looked at herself again. She jiggled her tits, then she removed the bra. The globes leaped out of their imprisonment and thrust just as provocatively without the support of a bra. The teen-ager slipped out of her panties and danced lightly about the room.
She contemplated going out to the pool. She wanted to be seen like this. She ached for some boy to lust after her trembling tits and swinging ass. She wanted some man to open up her little cunt with his angry cock. She wanted to be fucked. She wanted to be man-handled. She wanted to learn all about fucking and sucking.
Becky Carlson had been fucked. Becky had been screwed by her own father. The blonde girl had told Cathy all about it last week. Becky had been frightened at first, then decided it was a pretty handy way to learn how.
Cathy wished her own father were not so stuffy with her. He might fuck any other female who came around, but he insisted on treating' his sixteen-year-old daughter like some kind of saint.
Even Doug resisted her teasing when she had gotten his cock all stiff by rubbing her tits over him when they played in the pool.
Cathy stormed out of her room in disgust. She went out to the patio. Her body tingled. Maybe Mr. Johnson, their next-door neighbor, would see her. She inhaled deeply of the warm, sensuous air.
Cathy staggered as a large dog leaped at her. The family's English sheepdog welcomed her out into the yard. The animal barked a few times, then stood on his hindlegs and attempted to rest his front paws on her shoulders.
"Oh Gruff," Cathy laughed. "Get down!"
She tapped him on the nose, then idly petted his head while she walked out onto the grass. Gruff followed obediently as his young mistress walked toward the pool.
"Even you get to fuck," Cathy pouted at the sheepdog. "You were taken to the breeder's yesterday. Everybody around here gets to fuck but me."
She stood at the edge of the swimming pool and watched the moonlight reflecting on the water. She dove quickly in while Gruff barked excitedly.
She swam three laps of the pool, splashing water onto the animal as he followed her from one end to the other. The dog always acted like this when she swam alone. The damn pet was as protective of her as the rest of the family.
"All right! All right!" Cathy reassured him as she climbed out. She tingled as his tongue ran over her legs and thighs, licking off the beads of water.
"Hey!" she suddenly told him. "I like that! You've got my little cunt all excited with the way you do that."
An idea began to form. She tensed as she realized the possibilities. She reached down and patted the big animal affectionately, then she bent over and cuddled his huge head against her naked tits.
"You'll help me, won't you, Gruff? I'll bet you'd love to lick my pussy. Goodness knows, you lick everything else. Oh, I'll bet you can really give my cunt a good licking."
Cathy led the animal over to the chaise longue. She lay across it and spread her legs, pulling his head between them. She shimmied down until the black hairs and soft pink lips of her cunt were at the dog's mouth.
"Come on, fellow," she urged him. "Taste my pussy. Lick it, Gruff, lick it all over."
The sheepdog whined and looked up at her. The dumb brute licked her hand instead of her anxious pussy.
"Oh, Stupid!" Cathy scolded. "Not my hand. Here! Lick me here!"
She ran her finger along the cunt-lips. Her finger moved inside the soft, pliant lips and stroked into the quivering opening. Cathy began to massage her clit slowly and carefully. Her pet watched dumbly. He licked her hand once more, then caught the scent which was coming from her pussy.
"Oh!" she cried out in ecstasy. "Oh, Gruff, that's it. Right there! That's a good boy! Good boy, Gruff!"
She stroked the animal's head as his tongue lapped her tingling pussy. His tongue felt rough and smooth at the same time. The big tongue slapped about the tender skin, then dug into the opening.
Cathy hunched against the delightful tongue. She cupped her tits and lay back on the longue. Her eyes were tightly closed. She fingered her tense nipples. Her thighs were beginning to throb as the dog's mad tongue worked its magic on her.
She imagined some man was there between her legs. She could see him. He was big. He was mean-looking. His eyes glittered with a cruel, sensuous glow. He had caught her here and threatened her. He had made her strip and lie down. Then he removed his clothes and came down on top of her.
"Now, little woman," she imagined his rough voice telling her, "I'm going to show what a fuck is. I'm going to fuck you until your pussy screams!"
She felt his hands on her tits. His rough, mad hands tore at her tender breasts. His fingers pressed into the soft flesh.
Gruff became more excited as her pussy lubricant flowed, responding to the increased passion in the girl. The animal buried his head into her cunt hair, his tongue reaching into the open lips and lapping her clit.
Cathy felt her imaginary rapist cover her mouth with his. His tongue attacked her own. His hands became inflamed by the soft swell of her tits. His body shook hers with the force of his passion. He caught her nipples between fingers and thumbs and twisted them. His mouth came down on her tits. She felt her entire tit being sucked in.
Her body arched to receive his mammoth cock in her pussy. He drove his huge prick into her cunt.
Cathy writhed. She struggled against him, pressing her pussy tightly against the pulsing pecker. The swelling knob of his cock played just inside her pussy-lips, then he rammed horribly into her passage.
Cathy wanted to scream but dared not. The rapist had her now. He had thrust himself into her and was roughly pumping away at her unresisting body. Her cunt throbbed around the long, hard shaft of his cock. His hands tore madly at her tits. His storming prick ran deeper and deeper into her cunt.
"Fuck me!" she begged him. "Go ahead and fuck me. Please, fuck me!"
The ravishing cock increased its thrusts into her cunt. Her pussy was contracting about the tool in mad spasms. Her juices were flowing lushly down her thighs. Her body shook with the thrill of an orgasm. The young girl tensed her body and tingled with every delicious sensation that rippled through her. She shook in her moment of fulfillment. Her climax lifted her from the chaise longue in its wild frenzy.
Slowly she passed her peak and began to calm the frantic thrusts of her pussy. Slowly, she settled her ass back into the soft padding of the longue. She smiled as she looked down at Gruff. The poor animal was intent on getting every drop of her juice before this new game might end. Cathy stroked his head gently and pulled lovingly on his ears.
"You look after me, don't you, Gruff," she told the animal. "No one else cares if I go crazy because I can't get fucked. Old Gruff takes care of me, though."
The dog licked rapidly at her still-flowing cunt.
Cathy lay back and closed her eyes again, letting the pet continue his play. She relaxed in the soft afterglow of her orgasm. This time she no longer saw the rapist. Now she felt her brother's arms about her, her brother's hand gently petting her glowing cunt.
She felt her brother's half-erect cock against her thighs. She turned to snuggle up to him, then felt him change into her dad. Her daddy was holding her, caressing her so softly, so gently.
"Damn! Damn! Damn!" she muttered. "Would it hurt them to give me one little fuck? Just one fuck each, so I could know what it was all about. Can't anyone care enough to fuck me?"
She dozed off as her pet finished his erotic meal and hopped down to sleep beside her.