Chapter 8
When Jim had gone and Bob was alone with his sister he had to tell her what a good time he had enjoyed.
"First," he admitted candidly, "I was a little jealous. But once I realized you weren't forgetting me, I didn't mind if I was sharing you. Funny how an orgy works."
"It really is," she admitted. "It was hard for me to adjust to getting two sensations at the same time. I'll confess, I really enjoyed it when both of you were fucking me. I loved having you with your cock plunging in and out of my pussy while his cock was slamming in my ass-hole."
"It was wild," he laughed. "Of course, mom and dad wouldn't appreciate that."
"I'm afraid that they would think they had given birth to a couple of monsters," she laughed.
"Ah, they're narrow-minded," her brother observed.
Bob went off to his bedroom. Donna was left along with her dog. She hoped that her dog wouldn't expect any more sex. But when he jumped on the bed and she looked between his legs and saw his big cock she knew he had a hard-on. It would be cruel, she thought, to let him go to sleep without being sucked.
"Do you want a cock suck?" she asked the German Shepherd.
While he didn't reply, he did wag his tail. Donna accepted that as an affirmative answer.
"All right, big Billy," she smiled, "I'll get down there and suck you."
Offering herself as a young sacrifice for the dog's lusty desires, she got down between his legs. She pulled his thick cock to her mouth and started sucking slowly. The dog seemed to enjoy it. She played with his balls and sucked.
"Go ahead," a voice called from the door.
Her brother had come back to talk to her about something.
When he saw what she was doing he didn't want her to stop. He was enjoying himself too much.
She went on sucking the dog's penis. As the dog plunged his cock down her throat and rode her face with vigor she realized he was almost there. Suddenly he shot her a load. She sucked and swallowed his cum. Pulling her mouth off him her brother clapped.
"That's a marvelous act you have," he told her. "You could make a lot of money entertaining men doing your thing."
"Do you really think so?" she asked her brother sincerely.
"I'm sure of it," he told her.
They didn't talk about it any more that night, but on that weekend they did.
"It's all set up," he told her. "You will have to wear a wig and a mask. I would never want you identified as my sister. People might think our whole family was wired wrong at the factory."
"Who are you gonna get to come to it?" she asked him curiously.
"Just some guys," he told her, "real nice guys. They supply the kids at school with the dope."
"Oh, that crowd," she laughed. "I suppose they're loaded with money. They sure make enough on their high school drop runs."
"That's true," he told her, "and as long as they have access to all of those kids they're gonna make a lot of money."
"That's the truth," she laughed.
At this point Donna had lost all of her principles. She was thinking of herself first and foremost.
When the weekend came and her brother drove her in his car to the motel with her beloved dog big Billy, she was prepared. She had a black Halloween mask as well as a wig.
"This mask doesn't cover my entire face," she complained, "and somebody could recognize me."
"All right, damn it," he told her. "If you want to stop somewhere and get another mask, we can."
Finally she found one. It was an Alice in Wonderland mask.
"This will go real nice with my yellow curls," she commented.
"Yeah, but your pussy hair is another color," he told her.
"I'm not gonna match my wig to my pussy hair," she insisted.
Big Billy didn't understand what it was all about. But he knew something was up.
When they got to the motel she took the dog out. She had him on a leash so he wouldn't run away.
"It's good that you put him on a leash," her brother chuckled, "because if he knew that he was gonna perform before a group of horny men he might rebel."
"No way," Donna insisted. "He's a very obedient dog."
They went to the motel room. When she entered she was grateful that no one was there.
"Now you'd better get your clothes off quick," he told her, "and slip into that mask and wig. You really will give a good show. I hear the men like to see a chick in long black stockings. So I got you a pair of these, too."
Donna was disgusted. Wearing long black stockings, an Alice in Wonderland mask as well as a wig complete with blonde curls, she looked in the mirror and laughed.
"I look like something out of a freak show," she told him bluntly.
"Well what do you think this dog fuck exhibition is?" he laughed. "It's a freak show."
"Get the fucking money," she told him. "I'm not gonna be humiliated like this for nothing."
"You've said all along that it wasn't beneath you to fuck with that dog," he reminded her.
"Yes, but that wasn't for money," she explained.
"I see," he told her. "It's all right to screw the dog, but if anyone gets a hard-on watching and pays you for it, that's wrong. You've sure got funny views."
"Collect the money and don't worry about my funny views," his sister snapped back.
He took off his belt and slapped it across her bare behind.
"What was that for, you sex beast?" she demanded.
"That's to remind you," he told her, "that you're gonna do as I tell you. Now get your fucking ass in the bed. They'll be here any minute. I want that dog to be licking your pussy when they enter."
He brought out a bag and reached in.
"What's that?" she questioned him.
"That's the T-bone steak to place over your pussy," he smiled. "That ought to get Billy interested."
"You don't have to bribe Billy to fuck me," she said, tossing the steak back to him.
"I know I don't," he nodded, "but I think the men would get a big charge out of seeing the steak on your twat."
She got in the middle of the bed and placed the T-bone steak on her pussy. She didn't like the set-up at all. She could see the reflection in the mirror. The long blonde curls, her Alice-in-Wonderland mask and the black stockings. Now the T-bone steak over her pussy.
The dog bounded over to the bed, sniffing.
"Eat it," she exclaimed. Just then the men started knocking on the door.
Her brother wisely got twenty dollars from each man as they entered.
"The show is just going on," Bob told the men. "Why don't you just watch. It's best if you don't sit on the bed. The dog might get nervous. He's real temperamental. A thoroughbred."
The men stood and watched. It got them all hard just seeing the erotic sight of the dog sniffing at the young girl's beautiful pussy.
"Oh, she looks nice enough to eat," one man grunted.
When the dog had finished eating the steak, he started to go after the bone. Bob entered the scene. He pulled the bone away from the dog. At this point his sister Donna knew what she had to do. She parted her pussy lips.
"Eat me, Billy," she begged him, "stick your tongue in my pussy."
She deliberately used a false voice. She didn't want to be recognized.
The men laughed as the dog stuck his tongue in her vagina just as she asked him to.
"That's something," one man laughed. "I brought my camera. I'm gonna take a picture."
That was the last thing that Donna wanted him to do. However, she was in no position to make a big fuss.
She let him snap his picture as she watched. She was glad the mask had slits in the eyes so she could see everything that was happening.
"Eat my pussy," she panted, "eat it, darling. Eat it. That's the way to do it. Eat my box, Billy, eat it."
The erotic sight stimulated her no end.
"Ohhh, yes," she panted, "suck my snatch. Get right in there. Oh, use your tongue, lover. Suck me off, baby, suck me."
As soon as the dog licked her clit she came. As the pussy juice trickled down her inner thigh, one of the men who was obviously drunk, got on the bed and joined the dog. As the man held up her leg and licked her inner thigh to get the love juice, the dog ate her pussy. The men applauded.
At this point she was really outraged.
Bob spoke to the men in the room as he announced, "Men, she does another number, that is really sensational. This thoroughbred dog has been trained to ass fuck. A marvelous performance. But it will cost you ten more if you want to see that."
There was momentary discussion among the men. They figured young Bob was a con artist taking them. However, when he explained that it took six months to train Billy to fuck her ass-hole, they agreed that it might be worth the price and started paying.
Soon they all had paid. Donna knew what she had to do.
Getting on all fours in the middle of the bed she waited for her brother to massage the KY on big Billy's cock. The men got a big charge out of watching the action.
"He has to do this to protect the girl's ass-hole," one of.the men admitted. "It would be mighty dangerous if that dog's dagger dick were to slide up her ass without plenty of lubrication."
When the dog's cock was well lubricated, he positioned him. Placing his paws on Donna's back he explained to big Billy what he should do. The men laughed as he took big Billy's cock and slid it between her ass cheeks.
With a sudden stab forward, Billy plunged his penis up her tight ass-hole.
"Fuck her," the drunk slurred, "fuck her ass-hole. That's the way to do it. Fuck her good, Mr. Pecker Wood."
They all laughed. One man had a bottle. They passed it from one to the other as they watched the girl getting ass fucked by the dog.
"She has a talented ass-hole," one of the men laughed as he sipped the booze.
"She's well trained," Bob assured him with a sly smile.
"I wonder what she looks like without that mask?" one man asked.
"Don't get any ideas," Bob told him. "That's part of the deal. She keeps wearing the mask and the wig."
Even though Bob had warned the man that he couldn't see her face, he wanted to.
"I'll bet she's a beaut," the man observed. "She has a nice young body. Looks like a real young girl. Real young, I'd say."
"Lay off it," Bob warned him.
Realizing how tense Bob was becoming the man became uptight himself.
"Don't tell me I can't have what I want," he said angrily. "If I want to see what that little chick's face looks like, I guess I can. You're not gonna stand in my way, punk. Do you understand?"
"You're not gonna see her face," Bob told him angrily.
Putting up his fists he displayed his temper in no uncertain terms.
At that point a fight was about to begin.
"Don't," another man called out as he saw the fight start.
Soon the men were engaged in a brawl.
"Get out of here," Bob told Donna.
Donna knew that he meant business. She hastily slipped into her coat. She picked up her clothes and the two of them left.
As she ran to his car she asked him, "What happened?"
"Oh, some wise guy got angry," he told her, "and he wanted to see what you looked like, honey. If he ever let it get back to dad that I was letting you out for balling there would be a load of trouble. You know what I mean?"
"Just a little trouble?" she laughed. "You know dad. He would blow a fuse."
They stopped at a drive-in.
I'm hungry," she told him, "and I want a hamburger."
She munched on her hamburger and she got a chance to talk with her brother at length.
"I think maybe we are doing the wrong thing," she told him sadly. "I don't want to be a killjoy or anything, but really, Bob, what's gonna happen to us?"
"Don't worry," he insisted.
"I must worry," she explained, "because no good is gonna come to us if we keep on like this. What if the police had raided that exhibition?"
"So they'd see a dog fuck a girl," he laughed easily.
"Don't take it so lightly," she warned him. "It's really not funny. Actually, Bob, we did a very stupid thing. Sure we want to have fun. But what a chance to take."
It was quite obvious to her that she could have made headlines.
"Can you just picture me with that wig on and that mask," she told him, "and the dog's dick up my ass-hole."
"You'd make history," he laughed. "Hollywood could make a new fuck flick. That's all they're making nowadays anyway."
"Oh, no, they're making movies like the Godfather," she laughed. "Something uplifting. I think they killed more people in Godfather II than they did in Godfather I."
"They aren't doing that," he laughed. "Now they have the stars fucking each other on a wide screen in full living color. Oh, the world is going to hell and back. And we're just getting on the bandwagon. At least we're not flying marijuana into the country."
"Maybe that's what we should get into," she told him. "I'll bet there's plenty of money in that kind of business."
"What do you want all that money for?" he asked his sister curiously.
"A person just needs money to survive," she explained.
"That's true," he admitted, "but we don't need that much, do we?"
"We need all we can get our hands on," she said flatly.
He could see she was extremely mercenary. This fact bothered him.
"I wish you would think of something besides money," he told her confidentially.
"I tried to," she admitted, "but it always comes back to money. Isn't that strange?"
"No, it isn't," he told her. "You're normal as hell. That's why you went along with fucking the dog. I suppose you want to graduate to be a hundred-dollar-an-hour girl?"
"I sure do," she told him. "That's the only way to fly. It's better than being a waitress. Look at the work that a waitress has to do. She's on her feet all day. Carrying that damn chili that's spilling all over everybody. No way. I want to make it on my back in bed."
"The true heart of a whore," he laughed.
You want to wiggle your ass and watch the world pay your price. What a way to make bread."