Chapter 8
When they came to the place on the old highway where the dirt road led to Tommy's home, Elizabeth stopped. "We can go pick up Rachel if you like, Tommy," she said kindly. "Or you can come on home with me now, and we can come back later for her. Which would you like?"
He clung to the door handle, obviously torn between a number of options. "I better go in alone," he said. "I have an idea that our father's home. You know how he is about Rachel. I don't want anything bad to happen to her."
Elizabeth felt a mild flare of temper. "I thought you weren't going to be a dog in the manger, Tommy," she snapped. "If it's all right for you and your mother, why's it so bad for your father to want to give Rachel a little workout? Anyhow, why don't you ask her what she wants? It might surprise you!"
She drove off in a cloud of dust from the old road's shoulder, leaving the boy staring at her in disbelief. "She's out of her nut," he muttered. Why, shit, with him and mom, it was just mother-and-son love, nothing more. Mom trying to help him, him trying to make up to mom for having to live with a turd like paw. Well, he'd have to have a talk with Miz Cantrell. She was too nice a lady to let her go on thinking such damfool thoughts.
He approached through the green brush, warm with the summer day's sun, alive with the hum of small insects, the stir of breeze.
The old car wasn't in its accustomed place, which meant his father wasn't at home. "If he was home," the boy muttered, "he'd be lying in the hammock with a can of beer, or chasing the tail off Rachel." He thought of what Miz Cantrell had said. Come to think of it, he couldn't remember if Rachel ever had seemed shocked or horrified at the thought of their father getting into her. Had she or hadn't she? He went to the house and called her name, and then trotted down to the deep hole in the bend of Easter Creek. She just wasn't at home, that was all.
Elizabeth parked her car in the shade of a big tree and called to the dog to come out. Brigance had given her the few basic words and sounds needed to control and direct the dog, but still, she felt nervous being around the big animal. So, instead of saying: "Heel!" she just said: "Come on, Coley, let's go in the house and get a drink," and he came along readily.
She was surprised to see the lovely young sister of Tommy, sitting in her kitchen, her sweet mouth set in moody, pouting lines, her girlish hands clasped together on the table.
The girl got up and started toward her, but the big dog growled and got between her and Elizabeth, snarling, so that the well-built child quickly back up, impulsively covering her breasts with her forearms. "My God!" Rachel breathed, "He's scary!"
Elizabeth laughed and patted the dog's head. "Hold still," she told the girl. With a hand on the dog's collar, she touched the girl on the arm and said: "It's okay, Coley. This is a friend. Get it? Friend. Come on, boy, check her out."
Rachel stood without flinching as the huge brute came over, but she jumped when the dog jammed his nose between her legs. As he had with Elizabeth, he stood with his head under her short skirt, sniffing until he was satisfied, and then turned back to his new boss and sat beside her.
"What a dog!" the lovely girl whispered. "He touched my pussy with his tongue. Is he trained?" Rachel flushed. "I mean, is he trained to do that?"
Elizabeth smiled. "I don't know," she answered. "I hope so. I bought him as a guard dog. But a lady like me, unmarried, living alone, might need something more than being guarded."
"No fooling?" The girl's eyes were smoky. "You know, yesterday," she said, "Tommy was talking about a promise? I guess I told you, he never would really do much to me. Or let me do anything real with him, right? Well," and she giggled, "after I left you and went home, we got sort of into it, you know what I mean? And he said, if I ever found him a girl that he could suck, suck all he wanted to, that he'd let me suck him." She looked down, her lovely young face flushed, smiling dreamily. "So I thought of you. You already'd said enough."
Elizabeth touched the girl's perfect shoulder, curling her tongue out of her mouth. She remembered the taste of her pussy, so hot-making, so perfectly marvelous. Trying to control her voice, she said hoarsely: "That was very nice of you, Rachel. Very nice. So that's why Tommy let you suck him off? Nice for all of us!"
"For me, sure as hell," the young girl said devoutly. "Not just the taste of Tommy's fuck-juice. I already knew about that. Licked up all I could off my arms and hands and belly, after he'd shot off on me after I jerked him off." She blushed again, and Elizabeth thought she had never seen a human face more beautiful.
"It was having that big thing in me, in my mouth," the girl whispered. "My mouth was like a cunt, you know, like it could cum! Crazy, huh? But to feel the cock swell, and feel the jism shoot into me, and taste it, and you sucking me at the same time-wow! Too much!" She shook her head and looked up at Elizabeth.
"Miz Cantrell," she said, her face strained, "did you really mean it about wishing the dog was, uh, that he would, oh, hell, it's too much to say!"
Elizabeth looked at this girl she had known only a part of two days, but who seemed closer to her than any relative ever had. I know what she wants me to tell her, Elizabeth thought with a hot excitement churning in her pussy, throughout her guts. Well, why the hell not help the child? Be honest, be fair.
Very clearly, smiling at the tense child, she said: "If he wants to fuck me, I'll let him. If he wants to lick me, I'll let him."
Rachel's smile was pained. "I meant-more than that, Miz Cantrell," she said. "Would you suck him off if he'd let you?"
There was the familiar ring of her doorbell, and Elizabeth got up.
So did Rachel, looking stormy. The dog growled.
"Listen," Rachel said, "if that's Tommy, I don't want to see him. Or talk to him. I'm sore as hell at him and mom. Both. There's something icky going on. Geez, I wish I'd told you!"
The woman, whose fires of sensuality had never been turned off, even after the unbelievable fuck that Jeff Brigance had given her, shivered. "It must be him," she whispered. "Go in the downstairs parlor, that room on the right, up front. Shut the door. Take Coley with you. He likes you. Just tell him 'quiet' or 'sit' or 'lie down.' He'll mind you. And if it's Tommy, I'll take him upstairs."
As it turned out, it wasn't Tommy. It was a rather large boy whose face was familiar. He was sweating, and his blue shirt showed dark patches of wetness under his arms. Behind him was a dark, slender boy, also about the same age, which she judged to be seventeen or thereabouts.
"You Miz Cantrell?" the red-faced boy asked. "I'm Lex Gregoe and this, here, is Jorge Leyes. We work for Mister Lacey. Stringing fence." He stopped, and Elizabeth nodded. This was pretty fast service. Then, over the young man's shoulder, she saw something. A neat row of shining poles, of some silvery metal, across the front of her property. Incredible! She hadn't even noticed them when she had come in.
"Well, Lex," she said, "I must say, you two are fast workers."
"Ho! ho!" the hulking lad said, not quite a laugh, more like an acknowledgement of some important truth. "We got all the posts in for five-foot chain-link. We had four guys digging holes, and two mixing cement. And Mister Lacey came and got us started."
He peered into the comparative gloom of the hall. "Hey, you live here alone?"
The dark boy with the Spanish name smiled, and Elizabeth's heart turned over. To have young guys like this, interested enough to ask such a question. But as a matter of principle, woman against brutal-but-lovely man and his smart-ass ideas, she said coldly: "I have friends here at the present. And a very large, mean dog."
The boy's cool was unmarred. "Okay," he said. "Just a friendly question. We got to let the cement set. We'll come back tomorrow and string the fence. Won't take over four, five hours."
He turned as they heard a step on the old wooden steps, and said: "Hi, Tom! You doing some work for Miz Cantrell, too?" he turned to Elizabeth and said genially: "G'bye, Miz Cantrell. See you early tomorrow." And then, as he went past Tommy, he patted the younger boy on the arm and said: "How's your sister, baby? Haven't seen her since school let out." And the two were gone.
Once inside, Tommy looked at Elizabeth uncertainly. Remembering how she had left him, with a curt sentence that was more or less critical, the woman's heart went out to him. Knowing that Rachel was listening through the door, she said: "Come on upstairs, Tommy. We'll take some cold drinks. I want to ask you something."
In her big bedroom, with awnings down on the south side and a breeze moving her clean lace curtains, she hugged the boy impulsively, kissing him on the mouth, putting his hand on her breast.
There was a deep longing in her, a feeling that this might be a crossroads in their lives. She kissed him again, this time tonguing him gently, and began, without disengaging their mouths, to undo his shirt, then his slacks.
When she had her hand on his cock and felt its hard beauty, she whispered, "Now, baby, you undress me."
He lost his grave manner, and kissed her on her breasts as they jounced free from the bodice of the dress. Grinning, he said, "You sure know how to make a guy feel better. Listen, I'm sorry about today. Maybe you're right. Seeing those two cunt-heads just all of a sudden made me realize-it's not just paw, it's everybody."
With her mouth yearning for the feel and taste of his peter, the richness of his cum, Elizabeth steered him toward the bed.
As soon as they were lying down, he began to kiss her, all over her belly, licking up her perspiration, and, as she opened her legs wide, he mouthed the sweetly damp areas on her thighs, on either side of her -haired split, his teeth tenderly biting down on the big tendons, his tongue curling up and down in the hair. His mama must really be a good teacher, Elizabeth thought, barely choking back laughter, totally unwilling to say anything that would hurt this marvelously wise kid.
"That's so lovely, Tommy," she choked. "Oh, I want to suck you so much! To have you shoot your cum-juice in my mouth. Like yesterday, with Rachel!" Her guts seemed to coil in fuck-pain as the words left her mouth. She reached between his thighs and felt gently of his young balls. How wonderful for a boy, to be so hot!
She thought, with a wicked grin, of the remnants of the dog man's jism in her warmly ready cunt. It might restore some of his own spent sperm, for him to suck out the other guy's load. Nobody ever told me how much fun sex was supposed to be, she thought in a moment of bright anger, and followed with a prayer of gratitude that she was now able not only to explore it and enjoy it, but also be free to do so. She hunched her body, moving the boy more toward the center of the bed, getting her thighs open, holding on to his dick.
"I expect I'll be pretty gamy," she said, feeling wonderful. "Sitting on that load in all this heat. But man, I wish I could eat it myself!" She thought of Rachel, wondering at the child's expression of enmity toward "everyone." But before she could think of a way to quiz Tommy, the boy had his mouth between her fat cunt lips, and the force of his suction, bringing her vaginal walls and their quaking nerves together, sent her ass right up off the bed.
She clung to the boy's hair with both hands, her ass pumping up and down like a jackhammer, feeling his teeth bruise the flesh around her clitoris. Great waves of orgasm swept through her, and she let them roll, enjoying the joyously painful thudding of blast after blast of cumming. "Ohhhh!" she moaned, not willing to let go altogether, hoping she would cum many times before they were finished with this lovely suck-session. The deep thrust of cum-pangs seemed to flow up inside her, reaching deep into her chest, burning at her breasts, swelling them in beautiful heat.
When she came down, feeling rested and relaxed, but with a hard tingle of well-used nerves in her cunt, she released the boy's hair and laughed apologetically. "I was out of my mind with joy, Tommy," she whispered. "I must have half-scalped you!"
He rolled on his side and felt of his head. "When you shoot it, Miz Cantrell," he said, "you don't fool around. Wow!" and he licked his lips. "That sure tastes good!
She moved so that her face was near his smooth belly, near the damp bush of pubic hair around his throbbing young dick. "Let me suck him just a minute," she said, putting the beautiful peter in her mouth and wrapping her tongue around its hardness, sliding it up to caress the softly swelling head.
She came off it with a little slurping sound and said, holding it by the stem and looking up at him: "What did you mean, calling those kids 'cunt heads'? And what did it make you realize?" She felt she knew the answer, but she wanted clarification.
Tommy squirmed, smiled, and put one of his hands on the thick, soft lips of Elizabeth's cunt.
"Ever since Rachel's titties began to sort of stick out," he admitted, "it just seems like every guy that sees her gets a hard-on for her. And with having to worry about paw, too-well," and he shook his head, "I guess I've sort of taken on too much worry. Over what may be none of my business." He fucked up toward her. "What you said a while ago made me do some thinking. Did you mean I was being, like, well, a dog in the manger?"
She kissed all around the stem of his cock, licking up the sweet tastes of his young manhood, and ran her mouth down to his balls, sucking them in. She tongued them hard, making him jump.
When she released them and looked at him, she whispered, "I think you know the answer, don't you, Tommy?"
"It's hard to give up old ideas," the manly young boy said. "To figure it's okay for a man like paw to stick it in his young daughter's pussy. Or some lousy creeps like Lex Gregoe and that Mexican, Jorge Leyes. But, in a way," he grinned ruefully, "it's a matter for her to decide. But how can a girl decide," and his voice rose again in anger, "if one guy is holding her and another guy is fucking her?" His own cock throbbed at the idea, and the woman sucked on it again, giving him feelings of exquisite pleasure.
She moved her ass invitingly, and he began to stroke all around the softness, the sweetly moist skin around her split. He moved his body and one of her thighs so that he had free access to the glistening pinkness between the pouting, hairy lips. His tongue went out and he moved his face so that he licked up and down in the soft, smooth slickness. It excited him even more, and he twisted his loins so that his sensitive cock moved around in Elizabeth's mouth.
He was forgetting his worries about his sister in the pounding of blood through his own veins, the powerful need in his cockhead.
He could not help it, he felt the beat and the thrusting force of a new load of sperm bursting out of his balls and up through his prick, the most beautiful pain in man's experience, and he was lying so that all he could do, except for restricted movements of his loins, was to lie still and let this marvelous woman suck it out of him. He was on his side and his head under her thighs. She lay there with her cunt opening for him, too, and he plastered his young face deep in her flowing inner lips, content to caress her spasming cunt, to suck up the flow from her vagina, to revel in the total sensuality as they mutually pumped out their sexual fires.
Without a word, they slithered around so that their mouths could join, so that each could taste the raunchy, gamy delights of their own body fluids. And Tommy got part of Jeff Brigance's load, she thought with hidden pleasure. It gave her a strange stir of maternal feeling for them both. She sighed and her belly moved in delight as Tommy boldly squeezed her breast.
She kissed his ear. "What you asked," she whispered, "about a girl being forcibly raped, of course she couldn't decide then. But to get into such a position, she had to make a decision. And even if she hadn't, the real decision is and always has been, do I want to live and be a person? That's what you have no right to decide for her. Oooooh! she groaned in deep pleasure as a dying flutter of orgasm trembled far up in the juicy, dark folds of her cunt. "That felt so good to me! Your sweet mouth, sucking on me, your tongue driving into me, beating my poor little love button!"
She hugged him with deep fervor, his warm body pressing her titties so gloriously.
"And besides," she said, "those boys, young Gregoe and the Mexican boy, they've got rights, too. Wouldn't you like to take a crack at their sisters? If they have sisters?"
The boy snickered, rubbing his hand over her belly, enjoying the grown-up thrill it gave him, and then stuck his finger into the extremely tender flesh of her open pussy. "This is so good," he muttered. "And mom's so wonderful. And you know that I'm going to have to stick it in Rachel, or she'll hate me." He raised up on his elbow, looked at Elizabeth, and laughed. "If I do all that, when would I have time to bang their sisters?"
The sun was still high, but as he rolled over, he could see the numerals on her clock. It was after five. He got off the bed and went to where his clothes lay. He looked worried.
"Nobody was at home," he said. "Mom's working, but Rachel had no place to go. And Paw should have been home by now. Maybe I ought to go back and wait." He looked at Elizabeth. "What do you think I ought to do?"
With her mind alert and curious, thinking of the queer yearning in Rachel's mind, and her unquestionable desire to taste the sperm of the big dog, Elizabeth said: "Oh, yes, Tommy, by all means go home and check up. I'm sure everything's okay, but it's best for you to know, when you're worried."
She followed him down to the front door and watched him go off on his bike. She closed the front door and latched it. Then, without knocking, she opened the parlor door and went in. She came in upon one of the hottest sights she had ever seen.
The young girl was seated, naked, in an old-fashioned overstuffed chair. Her beautiful legs were on and over the arms, so that her softly rounded young butt was on the front edge of the cushion. Her fat-lipped cunt, its soft hair plastered down with wetness from the dog's saliva, was open and quivering. Her pink fuck-hole was hanging open, as if she had cum over and over. Her tender and girlishly firm breasts, so large for a child of twelve, were bigger than ever, and blue veins stood out in a startlingly clear pattern on their curving outer slops.
Her eyes were closed and she was smiling, but, just as Elizabeth stepped in, and the dog's long, pink tongue shot deeply up the sagging vaginal opening, Rachel cried out weakly and her hands fluttered like the wings of a captive bird.
Elizabeth, her heat shooting up like sparks from a bonfire, moved to the dog's side and knelt, her hands feeling under his shaggy belly. He growled, but kept on with his licking, and the woman whispered: "Quiet, Coley! Keep quiet, you!"
Her breathing was shallow and ragged, and her overworked pussy, hardly able to consider another sexual mauling whether by finger, tongue, or cock, cramped inside her in reflex and painful response. And now that she was close to the girl's exposed genitals, she could see that all the surface membrane was far too red, looking as if it must be more pain than pleasure for the girl. Nevertheless, she remained on her knees, feeling in the thick coarse hair, until she had grasped the incredibly long, thick cock of the animal. Only then did she notice that a few drops of some yellowish, opaque fluid, much thicker than human seed, clung to the girl's lips and chin.
The big dog-he must have really been charged with semen-responded quickly to Elizabeth's touch. In her first grasp of his red plunger of meat, when one hand had slipped in the jismy slickness of the red spear, and the other had buried itself in his deep piled hair, she had realized he was very, very hot, dangerously ready, primed to bite a chunk out of anyone who would try to deprive him of his pleasure. And, since his hard-on was based, obviously, on the excitement of licking a human female's pussy, to interfere with that pleasure would be to invite potential disaster.
In a hard and fast movement of her right hand, which was on the sheath of hairy flesh over the long cock, Elizabeth jerked and frigged at the huge canine penis. She could feel the two swollen glands that form the "dog knot," that acts when two dogs are mating and get hung up. The thought of these two big glands buried in her own soft and tender cuntal opening gave her a swirl of fuck-craziness that almost choked her.
At the same time, she spoke coaxingly to the dog: "Come on, Coley! Stop! Stop it, Coley!" And then, as the dog kept licking, she put her hand on the inner part of Rachel's thigh and said: "Wake up, Rachel! You hear me? Close your thighs and get this damn dog out of your cunt! Come on, both of you!"
The girl opened her eyes and Elizabeth could see that the child was half-blind with passion that had been built too high and exploded too often. Her mouth sagged open and spittle ran over her lower Up, but she grinned in a dim-witted fashion. "Big doggie! Nice doggie! Suck Rachel out, nice doggie!" And her beautiful young body went through a sort of convulsion.
At the same time, the dog growled menacingly at Elizabeth, baring its fangs as its tongue went up and down the girl's reddened channel, and in and out of her sloppy cunt-hole. If I could only get him away from her, Elizabeth thought. Get his attention. She thought of her own pussy, wishing it were still full of old cum and her own rank and gamy storage of drying juice. But she knew that Tommy had cleansed it of all female odor with his boyish sucking.
With a groan of protest that was half horror, half lust, she got on her back and pushed herself under the shaggy beast. There was a rank, thick odor of animal lust as she looked upward, the big red cock, gleaming with its natural slime, an inch from her lips. The stick was of wet dog hair, of canine semen, of heat and desire, and it made Elizabeth's stomach turn, just as it made her mouth water. In her heart, she realized she had wanted this to happen, wanted some good excuse for it, ever since she had looked back in the car and had seen the dog tongue up his leaking drop of dog-cum. But how queer, how frightening!
She took her grip again on the loose skin over the hard rod. If he rammed that enormous thing all into her mouth, it might split her throat, or choke her. But her inner passion, the rankly animal curiosity she felt, overcame any fear or disgust. She did close her eyes, but she opened her mouth to lick the cock and get used to its taste. But by some quirk, most likely her own action, it went right into her mouth and down her throat.
For just a moment she thought she might throw up. The smell and taste were both so much stronger than Tommy. But she also remembered the rankness of old Sam's unwashed cock, although she had never tasted it, and the hard male aroma which had swelled up from Jeff Brigance's crotch.
And I would gladly have sucked him, she said in her mind. Especially after he fucked me. But she had little time to think.
She had worried about the pointed shape of the dog's prick. Was the point hard? Would it hurt her? And the odd shape of the circumference of it. As if it were on some sort of knuckled frame. Like the neck of a turnkey. The thought made her clench her cunt muscles in quick response. It felt so wild, so strange, and yet somehow so satisfying, having this preposterous cock in her mouth, to be lashing it with her tongue, to be jerking on the sleeve of skin and fur so furiously.
If the dog truly had host its seed into the sucking mouth of the young girl-and Elizabeth, even in her blaze of fuck heat, could reason that it must be so-nt had quickly recovered. Either that, or the act of licking a cunt and being sucked off and frigged at the same time must have been almost unbearably erotic.
She had seen male dogs fuck for half an hour before blasting their sperm into the engorged cunt of a bitch in heat. But perhaps the cunt of a female dog did not give his penis the same activity as a hard, licking tongue. And of course, no female dog ever in life had reached back to jerk a dog's hairy foreskin compellingly up and down on his redly swollen prick.
She heard the dog make a harsh, grunting sound, heard the girl scream, and then she was nearly choked with gush after gush of a strong, thick fluid, more acrid than any man's blandness, more powerful than any man's spurts.
She tried to scream, too, since the wildness of it all, plus the sudden stab of her own fingers across her ranting clit, plucked a new stab of orgasm from her buried centers of feeling. She felt the dog back away, and she threw an arm across his strong and hairy back, holding him so that the quivering penis remained in her mouth. It was far down her throat, and she would have let it go in another minute, but the strange desire in her made it a necessity to hold him to her, sucking gently.
She heard the girl's voice cry out: "Oh, Miz Cantrell! What have we done?" She felt soft hands along her ribs, under her titties, trying to pull her loose from the hard-muscled dog's body. Then she released her hold and rolled on her side as the big animal, puzzled and panting, curled up on the floor, licking his red dick.
The two women, one forty-two, the other thirty years her junior, clung to each other. Rachel kept her thighs apart; when she squeezed them together, the fiery itch of too much licking, too much cumming, made her young ass feel so loose that she felt in danger of urinating on the floor. She was sobbing. "I never saw anything like it, so wild, so sweet! He was killing me with that tongue! I couldn't move! I seemed to cum until it felt like I would burst or die or something!"
She was crying real tears, now, and they were falling on Elizabeth's naked breasts. The woman was shaken, but for some reason she didn't understand, she felt no shame or guilt. Life was to be lived. Sex was to be enjoyed. If she had been angry at the world for depriving her of a knowledge of sex, she could now forgive those who had restrained her, and thus forgive herself.
She patted the girl tenderly on her shrinking cunt.
"Come upstairs," she whispered. "I'll put some medicated cream on you. God! You're so red! How long had that old hairy villain been licking on you?"
The girl, no longer weeping, kissed Elizabeth on the mouth. "It seemed like all day," she said. "Whew! What a way to go! His prick must be twice as long as Tommy's! I wonder what it'd be like to have it stuck in me? I couldn't take it!"
They struggled to their feet, and Elizabeth laughed. What a day this had been! It was as if her guardian angel, no doubt a feminist, as irked with Elizabeth's unfair sex treatment as her ward, had plunged her into a bath of sexuality, of love of every randy, raunchy pattern. She suddenly felt strong, proud, more her own mistress than ever in her life. If shame came later, if she fell into some damned pit of guilty reaction, she would have to remember that she had some rights.
And Tommy, badgered by his quarreling instincts as he carried on incestuously with his mother, and pined for the sweetness and youth of his sister's nubile body-he had his rights, too.
She and Rachel went up the stairs together, holding each other in a supportive embrace, while the puzzled dog lay on a throw rug, whining and licking his red cock, which still kept most of its threatening size. He had never had two bitches in one day, so close together, especially not two of these pale, hairless ones.