She put her hands on my head to steady herself and stepped aside muttering something about deviant oversexed men taking advantage of innocent youg girls, I got off the bed and picked her up and headed for the shower. Dried off, we walked out to the kitchen to retrieve our clothes, I stayed a couple of steps behind her just to watch her tight ass cheeks gyrate as she walked.
She bent and picked my jeans up so I scooped her dress up and turned to hand it to her…my mouth fell open…she had a leg of my jeans in her hand and was rubbing her fingers on it…the discoloration where Abby’s juicy young gash had slimed on it….she bought it to her face and inhaled then dragged her tongue across it, licked her lips and, moving close she said quietly…” you do realise that you’re going to have to fuck her…don’t you!!?”.
Time stood still….I flapped my mouth open and closed but no sound would come out….eventually I stammered “wh…what…who”, knowing full well who she meant as previous visions of Abby’s obscenely delicious camel toe cunt flicked through my brain….she dropped my jeans and stepped right up against me and whispered in my ear, “ever since that afternoon we came to look at the house her fat little cunt has been leaving snail trails on pretty much everything she sits on, she is obsessed with this” her hand closed around my cock….I hadn’t even realised it was swelling and was now almost horizontal….”No”…I gasped…”she’s just a kid, what the fuck!”.
“Just stating fact” she breathed into my ear as her fingers fluttered over my rapidly swelling cockhead, “she’s about the same age I was when I saw Jo naked for the first time, and just like Abby is with you, I obsessed over her, flashing my little cunt to her until she finally gave in”….my cock flexed strongly, jerking upwards, she pressed herself against me, mashing her hard tits into me and gripped my hard cock dragging me to the kitchen benchtop and lifted herself onto it, sitting right on the edge with her feet either side of her ass, her cunt oozing again…she pulled my throbbing cock to her quivering cunt…”fuck my cunt…NOW!!…her hand shoved my cockhead straight to her dripping hole and as I felt it lodge I rammed it hard into her hungry cunt over and over and slamming hard against her rubbery cervix….she squealed like a pig…I hammered her relentlessly, my balls slapping wetly on the juices flowing down her ass crack, her hard tits vibrating on each impact…”fuck it into me…breed my bitch cunt..aarrgghh…her nipples spiked like daggers….with her cunt channel stretched to the max, her cervix had no choice but to give ground as she met my thrusts with her own…my balls pulled tight against my spasming shaft…my hips jerked hard forward as my balls erupted and my cockhead lodged in her cervix, her mouth opening in a silent scream as her lungs emptied and her whole body spasmed violently, her eyes rolling backwards as more spasms wracked her….finally she heaved and gulped fresh air into her lungs and slumped limply against me, almost causing my shaking knees to buckle.
Eventually I recovered enough to carry her back to the bed and lay her gently on it.
I laid beside her with my arm across her. She was asleep within five minutes, little tremors rippling through her occasionally. After a few minutes I got quietly out of bed, pulled a sheet over her and crept out to shower and get dressed.
I made fresh coffee and took it out into the shed where I sat on a block of wood and sipped my coffee and pondered about Sam’s statement regarding Abby’s sexual obsession with me….never going to happen I told myself….I would never fuck her no matter how much she shoves her cunt in my face.
My thoughts were interrupted as old Burt’s dog, Giver, walked into the shed, spotting me he bounded over wagging his tail and sat beside me…”Howdy Giver, are you not enjoying town life…or just missing home?” I reached out and patted him on the head, he shuffled closer and rested his head on my knee but immediately pricked his ears and started sniffing along my leg then began licking my jeans…damn fool dog I thought and pushed him away but her homed back in on my leg…”Dang it you crazy mutt, enough! I ordered sharply”, he stepped back and looked at me quizzically as he sat on his haunches.
“Fucking hell” I thought to myself as realisation dawned….he’s licking where Abby’s cunt slimed on me!!..and he’s got a fucking hard-on for fucks sake!!! I stood and walked over to the back of the shed where I recalled seeing a dog chain, Giver following behind, I took the chain and clipped it on his collar and led him out and around to the back corner of the shed where there was a tap and attached the chain to it, I found a tin and placed it under the tap, filled it with water and returned to my seat and coffee.
I’d heard enough stories through my life that some women let dogs fuck them but had never taken them too seriously…..until now! Maybe Burt’s wife had been one of ‘those women’ and that’s why he kept coming back here I mused, struggling to believe it just the same.
My thoughts were interrupted when Jess and Abby skipped into the shed…I groaned inwardly and almost spat the swig of coffee I had just taken…..They had both changed clothes, Jess was now wearing a very similar singlet to what Abby had been wearing but this one was even more threadbare…and the sun was behind them….her perky little titties were blatantly obvious through the thin cloth but her little cunt was even more so with the sunlight making the material even more see-through….Abby!!!…oh fuck!….she was wearing a very tight…way too tight…fitting skirt which buttoned all the way down the front….the trouble was…the buttons were undone from the top down to below her tits leaving a gaping vee that only just covered her puffy nipples and leaving the inner and upper swell of her tits visible.
The skirt hugged her thin hips tightly then flared slightly from there down to the hem….which was barely three inches below her plump cunt. While there was no reason that it couldn’t have been buttoned right down to the hem, the four lowest buttons where undone also, allowing her cunt, from the bottom of her succulent gash up to the top of her Mons to play peekaboo as eddies from the light breeze wafted around her thighs. “Hi Mr.
D” they chorused in unison, “H..”…my voice caught in my throat as Abby widened her stance a little and twisted her hips a little and briefly revealing her ‘charms’ fully…including a flash of glistening pinkness of her gash….”Hi girls” I finally got out. “Was that Giver we saw coming up this way?” asked Jess, “Yeh, I guess he’s missing his old home, I chained him up around the back of the shed, I’ll get your mum to drop him back in town Monday”.
“Why can’t he stay here?” asked Jess, “he must be really missing here if he walks all the from town to come back”. “Because he doesn’t belong to us” I answered brusquely. Both girls sighed and Jess absentmindedly drew a circle in the dirt with her big toe…”Well, can we go pat him at least? Asked Abby, a hint of sarcasm in her voice or defiance…I couldn’t tell….”Thanks Mr.