Beastiality Stories

DOG-RAPED MOM AND DAUGHTER

by

Buck Wellcock

CHAPTER ONE

Tanya Saffron was in the main hallway of her large suburban home, holding tightly onto the front door while a young dark-haired youth stood cockily on the front steps.

“Name’s Franko … Franko Tolbo,” he said, wiping his lips with the back of one hand while rocking his body from side to side. He seemed to be in constant motion. Drugs? Tanya wondered, wrinkling up her forehead in distaste. No, he didn’t seem to be incoherent. It was just his attitude … defiant to the point of being surly. And he couldn’t have been over nineteen! She had to talk with the temporary job placement service tomorrow. Even though all she wanted was temporary help, she hadn’t expected this latter-day Al Pacino.

“Franko,” Tanya began, straightening her back and trying to sound efficient. “I’ve got plenty of cleaning that has to be done. The yard, basement, and especially the rear area.”

Why was she having trouble breathing? Was it because of the hot humid night, the way he stared at her as she talked, his tight-fitting Levi’s that showed every outline of his thick-muscled lower body? That t-shirt was soaked with perspiration, revealing his dark flesh and nipples underneath. Tanya had to look away, dropping her hand from the door and stepping back. She suddenly felt so odd, as if she were a prisoner in her own home!

“You let things really go down, eh?” he asked, stepping forward and leering at the gorgeous thirty-seven-year-old blonde. Tanya felt threatened by this man looming now in her front doorway.

“I’m .. I’m selling. The house is just too big for me,” Tanya stammered. What was going wrong? This was silly. Only a few moments ago she’d been calmly reading the evening paper, wondering when she could finally put the house up on the market. She knew her teenage daughter, Kelly, was against selling. But this two-story four-bedroom place was just too much for her.

“Too bad. Nice, real nice,” Franko commented in a low voice, his eyes rolling around as he took in the living room.

That damned tense tingle was building again in her cunt. Her thighs felt so warm, while her nipples were getting stiff. Tanya turned, not wanting Franko to notice what was happening to her.

“The salary’s minimum wage - eight dollars an hour,” she panted, holding onto the edge of the sofa.

“You got a deal, lady,” he said, his eyes narrowing as she turned to face him. Tanya blushed, wondering if he knew. “I’ll start right now.”

Tanya had just led Franko to where she wanted him to begin in the yard, when Kelly’s pet German shepherd made his unexpected appearance. And before Tanya could stop him, the protective animal had lunged at the handsome young man.

“Easy, boy, easy,” Tanya said, grabbing hold of the huge dog by his collar. Franko was backed up against the garage wall, his eyes wide while the animal growled angrily up at him. Tanya was trying to soothe the aroused animal, petting him with her free hand while struggling with him with the other. “He didn’t mean anything. He just doesn’t know you yet. I thought I’d locked him up in the basement.”

“Man, lady, that thing nearly took my fuckin’ arm off!” Franko growled, wiping his forehead with the back of one hand. The dog’s fur bristled around his powerful neck while his black rubbery lips peeled back, revealing a set of powerful crisscrossed fangs.

Tanya tugged back again, grunting as the animal dug his paws in the ground and strained forward. Franko edged back, sweat rolling down his bare massive chest. There was little he was afraid of. But a growling German shepherd, he knew, was something few people cared to brave unarmed.

“Come on, Rex, come on,” Tanya commanded, pulling back so hard on the collar that the leather started choking the big animal. Why did Kelly get him to follow her around so easily? They’d brought him for protection. But it seemed to Tanya she needed protection from the hulking animal at times.

“I don’t know if I can work with that thing around,” Franko said, his muscles relaxing as Tanya tugged the still-growling German shepherd away from him.

“He won’t bother you, I promise,” she called over her shoulder. It had been hard getting temporary help at minimum wage. With a recession on the older woman thought there’d be a line up at her front door. But Franko was the first who had appeared after she’d contacted the placement service three days ago. He seemed like a diligent worker in spite of his attitude. This unfortunate incident with Rex, she hoped, wouldn’t deter him. There was so much to do, so much to clean up before putting the house on the market. And Tanya was glad the boy was willing to work this evening. In three days at the most, she guessed, everything would be stacked up, ready to be disposed of or sold. Then the property would look decent enough to go up on the market.

“Inside!” she said, shoving the whimpering Rex into the kitchen, then slamming the door behind him. The dog jumped up onto the door, his bushy tail wagging back and forth while his long pink tongue hung out one side of his mouth. Tanya wiped the sweat from her forehead, sighing deeply. They’d have to get rid of that animal once they left here. He was just too big and unmanageable for her. It was Kelly’s dog and, of course, her daughter was nowhere around to manage him!

“Okay, lady, I’ll finish this up then come back tomorrow,” he said, turning around and ducking back into the garage. Tanya watched helplessly as he rummaged through a mountain of trash, the bright lights burning overhead, making his sweaty flesh glisten seductively. Oh, how she wanted him!

Want? Want this boy hardly older than her daughter? Tanya was shocked at herself! She drew her hands over her mouth to stifle a groan. After all her talks to Kelly about good and bad, about sex and how terrible it was before marriage, Tanya found herself desiring someone nearly half her age.

She turned around and ran back into the house, nearly tripping over Rex who followed her into the living room. Tanya nervously clutched the back of the sofa, trying to steady herself as her breath came in irregular pants and gasps. What could she have been thinking of? What kind of woman was she turned into? Her fingernails were tearing the soft material of the couch.

Fight it, fight it, Tanya, the woman thought, her teeth gritted together while her knees shook. Those erotic feelings were getting worse, coming in less than the usual two-week cycles. There would be these days of build-up in her pussy, a pressure and tension that made her short-tempered and snappish with everyone. Then it would happen … tonight or the next. Oh, how she hoped it would be tonight, though the anticipation terrified her too! Her moral training had been far more strict than her daughter, Kelly’s. The thought of sex in any form frightened the woman. Her mother had severely beaten her once for catching Tanya touching herself in the bathtub. Since that day the thought of repeating that act or of actually enjoying sex to the fullest seemed repulsive. But those dreams, those terribly exciting dreams were another story. They were always so vivid, so vulgar. She’d never even considered such acts, had hardly heard about them except occasionally in whispers in her early high-school days. But that had been years ago. And now …

“Ohhhhh!”

Tanya closed her eyes, tightening her grip on the sofa back until some of the tickling, burning pulsing itch had faded. Her cunt felt hot, moist, swollen.

When she moved her thighs slightly, the velvety surfaces rubbed against each other and more hot juice seeped out. This was the worst it had been so far. Could she go outside again and face that handsome young tough cleaning out her garage? She had to pay him. But to see his muscular body, his ruggedly handsome face, those searching, defiant eyes would weaken her. Tanya let her head fall back, giggling shamelessly there in the living room. Would she fall down at his feet and beg him to … to do what to her, fuck her?

There was that word again. She stiffened as it crossed her mind. Fuck. FUCK! How it screamed out at her. It was something she told her daughter she’d never permit hearing in her home. But there it was, blazing in big white lights in her mind. FUCKING!

“Hey, that all?”

Franko’s voice shot through the house like a fired pistol. Tanya let out a little cry and managed to muster the strength and will to face him.

“Yes. Tomorrow … in the afternoon,” she said, moving to the desk for her purse. Franko was outside, calling through the rear screen door. He had no intention of entering the house as long as Rex sat in the corner of the kitchen, his dark brown eyes rolled up while a steady growl came from his throat.

Tanya moved into the kitchen, holding the money in one hand.

“Back, Rex,” she ordered, kicking at the animal while cracking the screen door open and handing Franko his pay.

“See you tomorrow,” he said, mock-saluting her with one hand. “And take care of the mutt, will ya lady? Makes me nervous.”

She watched as he slipped the soaked t-shirt over his chest, pulled it down to his waist and sauntered off into the night.

“Oh God!” Tanya whispered, locking the rear door and staggering back into the living room. The pressure in her cunt was almost unbearable! How would she be able to make it through the night? Would those erotic dreams come, relieving the tension, making her climax just as she fought through unconsciousness and woke up with her pussy spasming and throbbing as if … ohhhh, as if her husband had just finished fucking her?

Fucking! There was that word again, that wonderful, terrible word making her fingers shake and her flesh pucker up into goose pimples!

“NO!” She cried.

Tanya felt silly. All she had to do was step into a cold shower and that would be the end of it. As she moved toward the hall leading to the bathroom the older woman stopped. Her breathing was so shallow and uneven. She felt shakier than usual. From the far end of the hall Rex padded toward her, his tail erect, ears pricked forward. Tanya cringed. Something was wrong this evening with the animal. He’d been unusually hard to control lately, and tonight it was even worse. She’d heard he was part wild animal, and this evening she’d seen that ugly side come out. There was something wolf-like in his manner, something that both terrified and excited her.

But that was silly. Tanya laughed at herself. Why should she concern herself about a dog? He’d done nothing to merit such consideration. She’d tell Kelly about it tonight when her daughter got home. Maybe that incident would shake some responsibility into the girl, something she couldn’t seem to do.

“Down, Rex down!”

The dog was suddenly swarming around her legs. She felt a damp nose on her right calf, then again halfway up her thigh.

Tanya jumped back, slapping downward at the dog. What was he doing? What was he thinking? She shivered with revulsion, wondering if he could smell her aroused pussy. And if he could, what he was thinking of doing? The answers made her sick.

“NO!” she cried, slapping down again. But the dog ducked back. She was halfway down the hall going to the bathroom when she felt his nose slide between her moving thighs and bump the underside of her hot cuntal mound. The touch sickened her more. Pitching to one side, Tanya grabbed onto the wall, trying to kick out at him. What had gotten into the animal? Was he attacking her? Should she scream out for the neighbours? But wouldn’t they only say she was imagining things, the illusions of a lonely widow? They’d all laugh at her, possibly even tell dirty stories about the incident: If nothing else, Tanya was concerned about her pride and reputation. She couldn’t tell anyone the real reason why Rex was frightening her now.

“Back, Rex, to the kitchen, back!”

Oh how did Kelly get him to mind her? Tanya felt strangely giddy and weakened. Was it because of that dog’s touch? Could he be exciting her sexually? Yes, yes, that had to be it. But he was only a dog, just an animal! Just? “Oh, get out of here, GET OUT!” Tanya shrieked.

The hall swam around her as she stumbled down the wall, bumping into a corner. Rex pressed close behind. He was licking her now, licking the softness behind each knee. She felt his spit washing over her legs, felt that wonderful hot, lapping tongue.

“No, no, noooooo!”

This was awful! She had to get to the bathroom, to the living room, anywhere except here with the pursuing animal.

“Away, get away.

Tanya felt his nose shoving hotly against her cuntal mound again as he knocked her up against the hallway wall. She felt the nylon of her panties being pressed up between her puffy cuntlips. The woman groaned, her knees snapping together, then falling apart butterfly fashion as her back skidded down the wall. Why were her shoulders shaking? And what about that awful swelling ball of heat in her belly? She was panting, panting as heavily as the German shepherd above her. The girl grasped frantically at the light fixture mounted on the wall. Rex barked, butting her thighs farther apart with his head. Then he began licking his tongue over her buttocks. Tanya felt the silky material of her panties quickly soak through. Now she could feel the roughness of the dog’s tongue through it.

“This . . . can’t be . . . happening!” she panted, her face red and pinched as she breathed heavily through her mouth.

Her words seemed lost in the house. Suddenly it seemed so big, so overpowering. Tanya felt tiny in that big empty hall. She could smell herself now, smell the pungent cunt juice oozing from her slot and wetting down her panties. The dog liked it, fought for it. She could feel his paws scraping her flesh painfully as he drove his snout up against her pussy, shoving his tongue against her snatch, wanting to lap up more. How she hated that animal, hated him for making her feel those wonderful feelings taking her over now.

“Away, no, get away,” Tanya panted.

But the dog could tell her resistance had come to nothing. She felt the dampened nylon being stretched away from her body. Ohh, how delicious it was to feel the surface of Rex’s hot tongue graze one exposed cuntlip. Gasping from the unbelievable tickle Tanya shoved her hands down to cover the exposed cunt. Rex lapped at her fingers, nuzzling at them with lust.

“OH NOoooo!” she wailed, turning suddenly to face him. She raised one hand, wanting to hit him hard against the side of his head. But the animal jumped back easily from her weakened blow. And when he went through her defences the next time Tanya thought she’d pass out from the wild touch of his tongue against her snatch. The sudden, scalding pressure of his tongue as it peeled her pussylips apart almost brought the woman to her knees.

Rex growled deep in his throat. Tanya knew this couldn’t go on. She had to get away from the German shepherd or something would happen … something more awful than this.

“Get away … get away from here,” she muttered to herself.

And yet she was trapped. The dog pressed up harder she gained her footing. Tanya felt her buttocks pressed tight against the corner of the hall. She couldn’t pull away from him, couldn’t seem to make the dog stop. Tanya raised her hand a third time. And when Rex-ducked back, she pushed forward and staggered awkwardly away from the bathroom toward the living room. The front yard! If she could get some air, get out the front door and breathe, then she’d be all right. She could leave the dog inside, rest on the porch, fight down those terrible thoughts assailing her until her daughter came home. Somehow with Kelly there it would be all right. Rex wouldn’t dare try anything when Kelly was around.

“Get away, bad dog!”

Tanya ran across the huge living room. She was panicked now, pursued by that animal. Yes, he looked part wolf especially now as he ran after her. As she neared the front door the animal lunged around the sofa, catching her by the door.

“OH GOD!”

Rex hadn’t really bit her. But the sharp brush of his teeth against her ankle was enough to make her choke with terror. She stumbled and fell, sliding across the carpeting.

The shepherd pounced, his paw braced on her thighs as he sniffed at her ass. Tanya turned onto her back, snapping her thighs together as she curled her fingers into two tight fists and beat at him. She couldn’t believe this was happening. He was trying to rape her, rape her with his pointed maw in her own living room! If this scene weren’t so.. grotesque, she would have laughed.

“Oh stop, stop it,” she cried, tears oozing from under her closed eyelids. Wouldn’t anything take this terrible dog away from her? She’d fought it with all her strength and still he came back, attacking her, knocking down what few defences she had.

Rex growled out a warning. Tanya stopped, edging back on the carpeting until she felt her back touching the front edge of the sofa cushions. She chilled, looking away from the dog’s eyes. They danced with mischief and lust as he started licking her again. Her dress was hiked up now around her belly. He licked her there, wetting her navel and the bottom of her protruding rib cage. She was on her elbows watching him with fear and confusion. How her pussy ached with frustration, the tension of desire brought to a fever pitch from watching the half-nude Franko working in the garage. And now this !

“Oh, oh Rex, Rex,” she muttered, her head rolling from side to side. It was only friction, one wet surface rubbing another. She couldn’t be expected to lie there while the dog did this to her.

“I can’t let … let this happen,” she said, suddenly resolving to get away from Rex and move back into the hall in another attempt to get to the bathroom. She had to wash, wash away that animal’s awful spit from her thighs and pussy.

The animal followed her as she pushed shakily to her feet and started for the hall. She was too weak. Rex nuzzled lightly between her thighs and whined. Tanya gripped the arm of the sofa and twisted around, sitting down heavily. Rex positioned himself between her knees and started lapping them tenderly. It was that gentle wet brush of his touch that made her close her eyes tightly and dig her nails into her palms.

“Oh don’t … please … don’t . . . ohhhh !”

The dog’s tongue slid up higher along the insides of her thighs. Why did it feel so wonderful? It was almost like those days when she wanted to touch herself, to finger her cunt. She remembered again her mother being ready for that, having caught her doing it and punishing her severely. In her entire life she’d never brought herself to climax. She’d left that little job to her husband. And after the first few years it had become that … a laborious job, one that brought embarrassment more often than not to both of them.

Rex was trying to reach her panties again. His tongue stretched out, brushing the wet narrow band of nylon covering her wet slot. She couldn’t believe it! Tanya was moving down on the sofa cushion, pushing her hips forward. The dog whimpered and moved the long tip of his snout from side to side.

Tanya groaned, tearing the sofa cushions with her nails as the nylon band pressed hard against her pussy. Tanya heard another dog barking in the distance. No, she couldn’t really be doing this! It had to be a dream.

“No, NO!”

Tanya caught the dog’s head in her hands and started pushing him away from her spit-soaked cunt. He started the low growl in his throat again. His eyes slitted while his ears pinned back.

“You can’t, you just can’t!” she insisted.

But Rex had other ideas. He opened his mouth wide and pressed his fangs into her fleshy left thigh. He didn’t bite, just showed her that he could. The keen sensation of those teeth sinking in made the woman shudder and suck in a ragged breath. The burning sensation of her nerves being stimulated at so sensitive a spot made her heart pound wildly. Yes, she was letting this happen. And oh, how insanely wonderful it was!

End Chatper One.

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