hard!”
Okay, that was the odd part.
Plus, I thought, the fact such a small 14-year-old girl could take such a huge cock into her tight pussy, whether dog or man. I mean, Bosco (that was the frisky German shepherd's name, I later learned) had a fat cock as big around as a fat salami, and it was going so deeply into little Ingrid's wetly dripping cunt I thought it'd come poking out of her mouth any second.
Of course, even if that was possible, it'd never happen because Jackson's stiff cock was already there. In underage Ingrid's willing mouth.
“Jesus,” I breathed, genuinely shocked.
Yet entranced. The wet sound of Bosco's hard and fast fucking, including Ingrid's raspy breathing and sharp cries of pure pleasure, even with her mouth on Jackson's dick, was starting to get to me. Like weirdly exciting me even more than I might've imagined. Not that I'd admit it.
“I don't believe this!”
Velda laughed. “Believe it, slut.”
And as I stood watching, rooted to the spot, the blonde 8th-grader wrestled a short but heavy wooden bench out into the room. It was well-padded on top and had several slots cut into the front and sides for some reason. She placed it next to Ingrid (who was still panting like an animal, frantically fucking doggy-style with the real thing), in front of the couch, before the empty spot next to Jackson.
“You're going to lick my pussy,” she told me.
She undid her jeans and pushed them down over her firm hips. She wasn't wearing panties, her crotch damp with clear excitement, the tiny swirls of her fine blonde pubic hair matted down. She was already so aroused, the slick lips of her luscious-looking cunt were seriously prominent.
“I missed out last night,” she said, “when you licked Carol and Ingrid. I was too busy fucking you and making you come.”
I didn't say anything, but I knew I'd do it. Lick her cunt.
My God, I actually wanted to! I realized I must be a lesbian trapped in a little girl's body or something. Just like my cousin Kimberly or her even littler cousin Amy. Oh well. I guess my whole family loved pussy.
“Get naked,” Velda told me, peeling off her top. “Make it fast.”
She wasn't wearing a bra either and her large round breasts were firmed up with the same excitement that'd gotten her cunt so wet, her big pink nipples standing at rigid attention for whatever came next.
Which we both knew involved me.
As soon as I'd shrugged off my nightie and slipped out of my white cotton panties, Velda grabbed the back of my tousled brown hair and pulled me to her, kissing me hard on the mouth as she'd done the night before.
I admit, love her or hate her, I kissed her right back, my small tongue finding hers and entwining with it as our lips stayed locked together for far longer than I expected. It kicked my heartbeat into high gear when she held me tightly against her, my skinny naked body warmly pressed into hers.
But when I squeezed one of her perfect breasts, unable to help myself as my fingers felt its firm heaviness and then searched for one of her distended nipples, she abruptly pulled back, breaking free.
“Enough, slut,” she said, a little breathlessly. And she pushed me down to the floor. “Kneel over the bench.”
I just nodded without saying a word.
When I bent over the padded top, she surprised me by coming up with a pair of padded handcuffs. Roughly grabbing my arm, she closed a handcuff around one of my thin wrists, looped the handcuffs through one of the cut- out slots in front of the heavy bench, and then closed the other handcuff around my other wrist before I could stop her.
“Hey!” I complained, held down and bent over with almost no room to move. I pulled on the handcuffs, trying to get free even though I knew they'd never come loose. On my knees, my bare ass was sticking right out there, I said, “You didn't have to handcuff me-I'd lick your pussy anyway, Velda.”
I couldn't believe I'd admitted it to her, but there it was: the awful truth.
But, unfortunately, Velda had a truth of her own, a scary one that I was about to discover.
“I know you would,” she shrugged, her big firm boobs jiggling deliciously as she moved. “And you're going to lick it, before we're done. But-”
And here she just walked away, disappearing and leaving me there, bound to the heavy bench so I was completely available for whatever she had in mind next. Which, considering what was going on with little redheaded Ingrid next to me, had to be something bad.
CHAPTER 21
How could I have not remembered! I guess I was too upset with the entire kidnapping thing to be thinking straight.
Maryanne and Pamela told me there were two vicious attack dogs that Jackson let loose on the property for security each night, but our trip in the dark across the yard hadn't been interrupted by either of them.
“This is Boomer,” Velda introduced me. “Bosco's brother. And he loves to fuck even more than Bosco.”
I looked back over my bare shoulder as well as I could, bent over and held down in place as I was. My young blue eyes widened in horror.
“Oh, God-no!”
The German shepherd Velda held tightly on a chain leash also had white socks covering his front paws, secured with tape. He was just as large as the dog fucking the living shit out of Ingrid, but seemingly even more eager to get at me. He kept lunging forward in my direction, stopped only by the tall blonde's strong grip on his leash, holding him back. Unlike his brother, he wasn't wearing a muzzle.
And his needful whimpering to get at me wasn't my imagination.
His big pink penis was fully erect and entirely out of its hairy sheath, the heavy, fat-in-the-middle shaft bobbling between his legs with every move he made. Also, a thin clear line of obvious pre-cum trailed from the very tip, signaling his interest. And his animal intention.
“Look how big his cock is!” Velda pointed, turning him to the side so I could better see. “When he comes, about a gallon of cum shoots out-really, it's like a horse! And look how turned on he is! God, he's hard as a rock! He must really want your sweet little cunt!”
But whether Boomer was so highly aroused because Bosco was fucking Ingrid right beside us (to a dog, like watching dog porn, I guess), or because he had a sexual thing for me, I honestly couldn't say. Or care.
Either way, I wanted no part of it.
“No!” I gasped again in pure panic, trying to wriggle my bare ass out of the way as he closed in on me. I knew I was in big trouble when I felt his hot breath on the backs of my thighs, felt his wet nose suddenly nuzzling into my even wetter cunt from behind. “Bad dog! Go away!”
Velda merely laughed at my discomfort and fear.
A second later, Boomer's tongue was licking quickly into my slippery pussy, tasting me, exploring me, and (admittedly) arousing me. Especially when he began eagerly licking up from my pussy, between the damp cheeks of my butt, right to my tight little asshole and then back again.
The position I'd been forced to assume presented both of my highly sensitive openings directly to him. It felt good, in a perverted way I couldn't deny, but what was about to follow made me almost sick with terror.
“Please stop him,” I begged. “I'm serious! I'm so scared!”
“You little idiot,” Velda said. “He wants to fuck you, not eat you. Just shut up.”
I couldn't believe how calm she was about it.
“Are you crazy?!” I was starting to cry, my panic giving way to super-panic. “I can't let a dog fuck me! It's insane!”
By then Velda had already put enough slack in his leash so that Boomer was suddenly on top of me, his strong front legs gripping me tightly around my skinny waist as I cried and begged her to let me go. I had no room to move due to the tightness of the padded handcuffs, and the big German shepherd held me so tightly I could
