Chapter 7
I started my act that night, right after dinner. It was perfectly timed because the weekend was coming up and nobody would suspect that I would blow two days of freedom from school if I wasn t really feeling rotten. .
Dad wasn't around, of course, already having moved into a motel, but I figured my being sick was the best way to get him back in the house so I could talk to him. Hopefully, Mom and Dad would be so concerned about my health that I would be able to talk to both of them at once. Maybe the whole family could get together.
In the meantime, I did my best to cough every thirty seconds and look as pale as possible. However, it turned out to be more work than I'd anticipated to get anyone to notice.
First of all, Ginny went out on a date. Then, Billy, exhausted by what we'd been up to earlier, went off to bed about 9:30. That left me alone with Mom, and she was so preoccupied and depressed that it was like I wasn't there.
Eventually, in the middle of a self-induced coughing fit, I triggered a raw nerve in my windpipe and suddenly I was coughing for real. I couldn't stop, sputtering and hawking until my throat rattled. When I started to gag, choking for breath, Mom finally noticed me.
"Why is your face turning blue, Tina?" she said in alarm, looking away from the television screen into which she had been staring like a zombie.
"I can't stop coughing," I gasped. "I'm having trouble breathing. It feels like an asthma attack."
"But you don't have asthma," she pointed out.
"Then it must be th& flu," I improvised. "The swine flu. Remember, I was on my period the day they gave the shots and I didn't get one so I wouldn't get sick. Well, now I'm really sick."
"We'd better get you to bed," Mom said as she placed her hand against my forehead. "Funny, but you don't seem to have a temperature."
"Get the thermometer," I said feverishly. "I feel like I'm burning up."
"All right, dear," she said, scurrying away, feeling useful now that one of her family needed her.
Before she came back I pulled an old trick I'd seen a dozen times on television. Pulling the thermometer from my mouth, I dipped it into a cup of coffee just long enough to get the mercury up past the 100 mark. When I heard my mother returning, I stuck it back under my tongue, knowing that the temperature reading would make it seem like I was on the brink of death.
"Oh, Tina," Mom said when she read the thermometer a few moments later. "You're a lot sicker than I thought. Your temperature's over a 103. You get into bed and I'll call the doctor and find out what I should do."
It turned out I wasn't supposed to move. Apparently the only cure for swine flu was turning yourself into a mummy.
Well, that and a rainbow of different colored pills the doctor had my mother get for me at the drugstore. But I held those under my tongue, spitting them out and hiding them under the mattress when Mom left the bedroom.
Unfortunately, faking the rest of the cure wasn't so easy. Anyway I looked at it, I was stuck with being confined in bed for the next few days, at least until Mom got so worried she swallowed her pride and called Dad at his motel and asked him to come over.
I got through the first night all right by sleeping, but the next day was tough. Trying to kill time, at first I watched the portable television set Mom brought in to my room. But a few consecutive hours of Saturday morning kid shows and I thought I really was getting sick.
Finally turning the TV off, I tried to read. However, everything around the house was either depressing or boring. Eventually I settled on the radio, switching on a hard rock station, and just lay there in bed grooving to the music.
But I bored of the music and then I remembered all the pills I was supposed to be taking that I had stashed away. Like the princess and the pea, suddenly I became acutely aware of them resting under the mattress.
I wondered what kinds of drugs they were. I'd heard kids who'd smoked pot say that it made time seem not to matter. Would these flu drugs do that also?
Bored as I was it couldn't hurt to try.
When I lifted my matlress it looked like I was hiding a candy store under my bed. There must have been six different kinds of pills I was supposed to take, and most of those two or three times a day. Without bothering to guess what each one might be for, I scooped up a handful of them, trying to get as many colors as possible.
Getting back into bed, I snuggled the blankets around my neck and popped all the pills into my mouth at once. Washing them down with one big gulp from a pitcher of orange juice Mom had left for me, I could feel them start dissolving on their way to my stomach. By the time they got there they were foaming like a quart of Alka Seltzer.
My abdomen convulsed as the potent chemicals started to disperse throughout my body. Spreading from my belly in concentric rings, the drugs quickly invaded every nerve and tissue of my body. Abruptly my senses exploded. Now when I laid back and listened to rock V roll on the radio I was on a magic carpet ride.
Grooving on the music became a more and more sensual experience as the heavy beat etched its mark on my soul. Then the D.J. got into some really heavy blues sounds and my skin started to crawl with low-down excitement.
As the beat throbbed in my ears like a command to lust, I matched the rhythm of the blues by rubbing my hand against my hot, wet cunt.
"Unnnhhh, unnnhhh, unnnhhh," I grunted along with the beat, stoking the fire in my pussy with the rushing energy from the rest of my body. 1 slid a couple of fingers inside my cunt and started pumping in the goo.
Coming was instantaneous. The combination of pills and the blues was so powerful that Fm sure my orgasm started the second I touched my pussy. Then it got more and more intense as I plunged my fingers into my cunt deeper and deeper.
I was practically fist-fucking myself, bruising my knuckles into my cherry. Wincing, I realized I had penetrated as far as I could go. Pulling my fingers from my pussy, I rested them against my crotch, rubbing my clit across the palm of my hand.
My orgasmic peak having been reached, a dreamy afterglow overtook me. Floating on a gossamer cloud, I fell into a half-sleep, throwing my sticky-fingered hand over the edge of the bed.
My senses were so liquid from coming and drugs that I might have laid there for a minute or an hour, I don't know. Then, something started to intrude on my consciousness. It was coming from my right hand. My fingers felt like they were into something wet and gooey again.
I wiggled my fingers, trying to figure out if they were in my pussy again. Instead, I felt teeth!
Looking over in shock as my eyes bolted open, I found myself staring into the eyes of Ranger, our German shepherd. In back of him I could see the door ajar, where he had nosed his way in. He was licking the pussy juice off my fingers.
"Well, hi, boy," I said. "Heard I was sick, huh?"
As though he had human intelligence, he nodded his shaggy head. Then he looked up toward the bed, making it clear that he wanted to come on up and keep me company.
"Okay, Ranger. C'mon, boy."
With a broad leap, he vaulted onto the bed and lay down beside me, panting.
"Wow, you're huffing- and puffing, bigiboy," I observed dreamily, the drugs maintaining their strong hold on me. "You're gettin' out of shape hangin' 'round the house all the time."
But when he wagged his tail something told me he wasn't out of breath at all, just excited. His nose wiggled as he sniffed the ear.
"What'sa matter, boy," I slurringly soothed him, "Smell somethin' good to eat?"
He answered by lapping out his long, red tongue against my face, wetly licking me. I wasn't of a mind to make him stop although he was drenching me. The drugs had heightened my senses, and the scraping of his taste buds against my cheeks, nose and lips was a pleasing sensation.
Now his tongue was lapping directly against my mouth. It was like being kissed by a mystery lover in an erotic dream. My body trembled uncontrollably from the stimulation.
As I squirmed under the blankets, I suddenly felt hot and feverish. I pulled the covers off me, all but explicitly inviting Ranger to move his tongue down my body as far as he wanted to go;
He went to my breasts as though he knew I wanted him to lick them. Immediately he got the nipples hard, expertly stimulating them like he knew exactly what they were. I closed my eyes and let my senses run wild while his pulsing tongue did the same on my tits.
Encased in velvet darkness, I felt the rasping magic of his tongue tingle down to my stomach. The wet tip went into my navel, filling my belly-button with hot, throbbing meat. His fur tickled me as he maneuvered for better position.
Then, for some reason, I opened my eyes. Something I couldn't identify told me to-maybe ESP.
I found myself looking straight between Ranger's bristly haunches. Jutting from the center of his body was a big, red hard-on. With him hunched over my body, his throbbing cock was only inches from my already-watering mouth.
"Come here, Ranger," I cooed, throwing my amis around his back so I could control his body.
He whimpered like he knew something extraordinary was about to happen, and laid his head across my breasts. His cock shot forward a couple of inches and the tip nibbed against my pursing lips.
My tongue flicked out and wrapped around the head of his prick. Then, returning it to my mouth, I tasted the salty flavor of his aroused cock. Immediately I wanted more.
Ranger started to tremble as I wrapped my lips around the head of his dick, orally stroking the throbbing knob. Some watchdog, I thought merrily, all a burglar would have to do to rob us blind was give him a quick blow-job.
"Calm down, boy," I soothed. "Tina's gonna make you feel real good. Better'n any of those old bitches you run around the neighborhood with."
But it turned out that the trembling wasn't because he was scared. He was just impatient.
Bucking his haunches in the direction of my face, Ranger thrust his cock in my mouth. Sliding slickly between my lips, the pulsing gristle crammed all the way to my throat.
Now that he was secure in my mouth. I didn't have to hold him in place any longer. I squeezed his furry balls, marveling at how they churned in my grasp. It was easy to tell that they were practically ready to explode with cum.
Wanting his jizz desperately in my drug-crazed desire, I sucked up and down the length of his prick in a blur His cock-head swelled to gigantic proportions in my mouth and then erupted. Hot, greasy dog sperm poured down my throat, rumbling in a sticky mass to my stomach.
Swallowing every drop, I sucked his dick dry. But not soft. When I had it clean it was still as long and hard as ever.
And my cunt was hotter than ever. And wetter. And spasming more. My damp crotch was absolutely fluttering.
Releasing his cock, I pulled Ranger's head to my face. Pulling back his huge ear, I whispered, "Fuck me, Ranger!"
Turning over and getting on my knees, I shoved my bare ass right up to the tip of Ranger's twitching cock. Immediately I could feel it bumping against my soft buns, anxious to split my cheeks and fill my juicy cunt. I reached behind me and clasped my fingers to my pussy Eps, pulling apart the ravine of my snatch.
No man or beast could have resisted fucking a target like that. Ranger knew exactly what to do, moving his furry haunches against the backs of my thighs and slamming against my spread ass. His cock knifed into my cunt, painfully bending my hymen on the first surge of penetration.
"Arrrggghhh!" I gasped as the searing agony stormed through my doubled-over body. My stretching maidenhead was like an internal, extra sex organ located within my cunt, an erogenous zone devoted to the production and appreciation of stark pain.
I recalled Ginny's words about the beauty of a boy's cock popping my cherry. But, right now, with Ranger's dick pumping so thickly in my cunt, I was willing to settle for a brawny dog. However, my hymen was a lot stronger than I'd imagined, and no matter how much it gave, Ranger's prick couldn't sever it.
That meant that the pain was continuous. But so was the pleasure.
"Oh, God, fuck me, Ranger," I moaned into the pillow I clutched. "Make me feel your cock until I can't stand it."
Drooling, he tried desperately to pop my cherry, driving his bestial tool in further than ever. I could feel his quaking balls rubbing against the mouth of my cunt, the stiff dog hair tickling my agitated clit. But the more he tried, the more my cherry refused to yield.
The pain was towering, but the ecstasy dominated even that. A monumental orgasm swept over me, making jne feel like I was going to shatter into a million pieces. Everything seemed bigger and more sensational.
But the most massive thing of all was the onslaught of cum that suddenly poured from the hose of Ranger's prick. Sperm instaneously filled my snatch and then began spraying in excess from the sides of my pussy lips.
I realized his cum was bouncing off the still-intact shield of my hymen. It was backing up in my cunt and pouring out as fast as Ranger could squirt it into me. Within seconds, two-thirds of his semen was outside, bathing the insides of my buns and thighs all the way down to the backs of my knees.
Coming up a storm, I was disappointed when Ranger finally stopped ejaculating. Wanting more, I forcefully constricted my pussy muscles around his softening prick, trying to coax it into continuing hardness. But two orgasms in the space of a few minutes indicated that he was probably in over his head already.
However, I still wasn't ready to take no for an answer. Wriggling my ass, I whipsawed Ranger's cock inside my twisting pussy tunnel, giving the task of restoring its hardness everything I had.
When he started to whimper I realized that the tables had been completely turned and now I was the one administering the pain. My constricting pussy was torturing Ranger's arching prick, trying to force it to do the impossible, yBut I- diidnt stop until, he barked, and the sound seemed to rattle the walls.
Maybe it wasn't really as loud as it seemed to me, but it was loud enough to rouse my mother. I could hear her getting up in the next room and walking rapidly toward my bedroom to see what was going on.
"Quick, Ranger," I hissed, "get off the bed.
Mom's coming in."
He bounded onto the floor just before she came into the room, sitting down and licking his sticky dick. I pulled the covers over me and thrust my hand between my legs, closing my thighs over my fingers while they probed lovingly against my wet, still-throbbing cunt.
"Oh, goodness, Ranger, get out of here," Mom said with irritation from the door. "Can't you see that Ginny's sick, you dumb dog. Scat!"
Pretending I was asleep, I heard Ranger whimper and then get up and pad from the room. Then Mom asked, "Ginny, are you all right?"
I didn't answer, keeping my eyes closed and smiling like I was in the midst of a dream.
"Thank God that silly dog didn't wake you up with all that barking," she'said with relief. "The doctor said you need all the rest you can get."
She left and turned out the light.
The only rest I got the remainder of the day was between orgasms. I was so horny, after Ranger, I must have masturbated a dozen times.