Maybe Style is right, Darlene thought, I need to work on compassion and forgiveness. It was true; Darlene didn’t know the details beyond what Candy had told her. No, I won’t get my hopes up again just because I felt something weird when I was with Gloria. Darlene wedged her middle finger between the leather and her pubic bone, into the wet-heat of her juicy pussy groove. She rotated her pelvis, grinding her clit and said, “Ooh, Mr. Anderson, slow down, slow down or I’ll cum all over your hand.”
Darlene slouched, sliding her leaking pussy across the leather, and put her feet on the edge of the desk. Her knees opened, and she grabbed her crotch. A rush of cool air made her clit buzz. She stuffed two fingers into her pussy and used the other hand on her throbbing bud. It would have to be a powerful orgasm. She needed to spray her juice on the carpet and blackout. Even that might not be enough this time, but Darlene didn’t know another way to make herself forget about the woman who gave birth to her.
The blood coursing through Darlene’s veins, roaring in her ears, and the short, sharp sounds of her huffing breaths allowed Boy George to go undetected until his head brushed the underside of her thigh. “Shit!” She almost hit the dog for scaring her, but she smiled when he looked up from between her legs. It was as if he was asking, Can I help?
Not a good idea, Darlene thought and held the sides of his head. Mrs. Anderson had commented recently about what a pest her dog had become. Darlene was afraid Boy George might have gotten the wrong idea about women in general. What if he started licking Mrs. Anderson’s pussy? Or worse, if Jordan happened to be naked, on her hands and knees, and the dog mounted the girl. Would Mrs. Anderson suspect Darlene had trained their dog?
Darlene remembered the first time she gave in and let that pushy pup climb on top of her. She knew what dogs did to each other, and he had a history of humping pillows, stuffed animals, and legs, yet she still allowed him to mount her. Maybe she didn’t expect him to land his first punch and daze her, but she still could have stopped him. She didn’t. The dog took her young cunt with brutal force and blinding speed. She whimpered and cried, but never fought him off. Hot puppy juice had spilled out of her abused hole. She felt violated, yet excited beyond belief.
She let go of Boy George’s ears and held her cunt open. The dog’s long, rough tongue tugged her inflamed labia upward. Darlene pushed off against the desk and made more room for Boy George. He devoured her flooded inner folds. His tongue caught the ring around her butt hole. She hooked her arms behind her knees and pulled her legs up to her chest, giving him full access. He took the hint and eagerly licked her puckered anal flesh and upward to her clit.
“Oh, yes, that’s good, so good,” she said. “Yeah, good boy, eat my pussy.” Boy George liked it when she encouraged him, and he loved it when she came. He always went wild trying to drink every drop of her honey. “Get ready, ah, ready, oh, so ready, here it comes.”
Before Darlene got a chance to give Boy George a big drink of her girl cum, he decided there was something he wanted more. It was risky letting him lick her, but she’d still be able to stop him if she heard Jordan or the Anderson’s car. If the dog started fucking her, she’d be at his mercy. She’d be his little bitch, and Boy George would have his way with her regardless of who was screaming.
Darlene let the dog put his front feet up on the chair. “You better stop if somebody comes,” she told Boy George, then guided him forward, looping her legs around his back. A wet cock jabbed her butt cheek. She held his hindquarters with her feet and centered him. It was usually a challenge to get his driving prick aimed, but Boy George got lucky. The second thrust stabbed into Darlene’s slippery channel. His third was a bulls-eye. The dog whimpered, howled and started slamming her cunt. She grunted, opened her legs and grabbed Boy George’s shoulders to give him better leverage.
Dogs fuck fast and hard, but they don’t last long enough for Darlene. That wouldn’t be a problem this time, though. She started climaxing as soon as Boy George plunged into her body. It was one of those orgasms that kept on going until she couldn’t take any more. If Boy George hadn’t finished by then, she’d be wailing and begging him to stop, but he wouldn’t.
Darlene pulled the dog up, trying to get every speck of his cock inside her body. The overflow of pussy juices spilled into her ass groove, trickling across her anus. Boy George’s hot breath and drool landed on her shoulder. He was about to send his K9 cum into her body, and that meant she needed to prevent—Darlene grabbed Boy George’s behind with her heels and forced him forward. The risk level would rise to red, but she needed it tonight. His knot blew up in her tube, stretching her while his clear doggie sperm squirted deep inside her. It sent Darlene over the edge. She shook violently. The big cock-knot sealed her pussy, and their combined cum pressurized her tube. The redhead bit her lower lip and tongue together, stifling her screams.
Boy George didn’t like to cuddle after he blew his load, but Darlene was too sensitive to let him yank that fist-sized balloon out of her, so she held him with her legs and arms. “Oh, thank you, Boy. I needed that, but you better not try it with Jordan or her mamma.”
Once under the hot water, Evan thought about sex, sex, and more sex with Candy and Deana. Shouldn’t he be satisfied? No, he was hornier now than before he had either of them. His head was filled with the knowledge of how fucking incredible they were, yet he had to go back to masturbating while fantasizing about the women he couldn’t have.
Candy had fulfilled Evan’s wildest dreams, and more. The years of loving her as a mother, and being loved by Candy, and watching his father not worship her the way he should, merged with all those fantasies and memories of loving the sexy babysitter. It created a vortex of passion, love, and lust that rocked Evan mentally and emotionally. Their lovemaking had been the most enjoyable, powerful, fulfilling, and memorable event of his life. Evan’s love and appreciation expanded, as did his desire. The fact that Candy was married to his father was a burning fire in his guts, and the only way to extinguish it, was to have her again and again and again, but after the bathroom, she reminded him that they had to stop. What about Deana?
Deana told Evan she wanted him to be her first, then changed her mind. The idea of sex with your twin sister was not something to take lightly, and Evan’s mental and emotional swings were violent, but the longer he waited, the easier it got. He finally accepted that it wasn’t going to happen, and it was a relief. Then they ended up making love, anyway.
As amazing and fulfilling as Candy had been, taking Deana’s virginity had been a cosmic experience. Evan knew sex with your sister couldn’t send you to hell because it was a spiritual experience that felt like heaven. Their minds and hearts had joined, and Evan saw and felt things that were beyond words. It was physically, mentally and emotionally satisfying. That was until Deana told him it had been a mistake, and she felt sorry for cheating on Rebecca.