"He was so excited he lost it… and I reached under and did it again. I got about ten seconds of fast, hard thumping, with that rod going up into me like a bullet each time."

"It took my breath away, and I was a little scared again. An animal – a dog – is so unrestrained! He's very basic. Ruthless."

"Anyway, I had to reach under and grab his cock and point it right, about a dozen times. And the last few times he got hip… he waited for me to put it in the right place. He was learning!"

"But I didn't let him shoot in me that night. I was getting sore way up inside again. It was a mixed feeling tenderness and pleasure. I had the feeling if I let him go ahead I might come, but the pain would get too keen, too. But we fucked a lot longer, that second time, and I knew it was just a matter of getting used to having him fuck me that deep and that fast."

"So I waited five days before doing it again. And then six days after that, and the night finally came when I knew I was ready to go all the way and let him fuck me all he wanted."

"I knew I could take him. I wasn't afraid. I made damn sure Dad was doped up with his two or three heavy barbs."

"I went into his room and shook him to see if I could wake him. He was like a warm corpse. I even half-yelled in his ear. He only frowned and turned over. I was safe."

"I went out and got Bo. He scampered around me on the way to the house, snuffling at my robe, trying to wedge his head in between my legs. I had to push him away and whisper, 'Not yet, darling.'"

"I went into the kitchen first, and he followed. I got some leftover gravy from the refrigerator and started it heating in a sauce pan."

"I had a weird, perverty idea. I knelt on the floor and whispered sweet, soft words to Bo and petted him. He tried to push his head between my thighs and I let him. I leaned against the stove and opened my legs and let him lick my slit. He trembled and whined as he did. It got me hot in a minute."