WOOF!

WOOF!


Warning: This story contains perversions not yet cataloged in the “Boyle-Bergman Book of Nasty”. It contains very detailed sexual encounters. If you happen to be sensitive to subject matter containing rape, incest and bestiality, you do not belong here. This story cannot be recommended to ninety-nine percent of the human race. On the other hand, if you happen to be a one percent guy or gal, well, come on in and enjoy. You'll also notice I use a southern family as the vehicle for my story - - - this is not to imply all southerners are "rednecks". I happen to be a southerner, too, so don't think I'm purposely being demeaning or prejudiced.

Author's First Note: If you have any nasty fantasies you'd like to share with others, drop me a line and lets make it happen. I'm willing to co-author a piece. Email: lordmerle@yahoo.com

Author's Second Note: No underage stuff going on here. Everyone is of legal age.

Author's Third Note: After a somewhat long sabbatical, I've decided to revisit "WOOF!" to see if there might possibly be a little more I can squeeze out of the story. Jimmy, by the way, happens to be one of those kind of characters many of us guys can relate to and, of course, envy. I've cast versions of Jimmy in two other stories here in this Original/Erotic section: They are "Family Ties" and "Having It Her Way". Both of these stories have a way to go yet. Please leave a review. Even a short blurb about what you like or dislike about these stories helps me to decide their future path. And remember, if you don't want to put something on this site, I do appreciate hearing from you at my lordmerle@yahoo.com email address. If you prefer stories about incest, bestiality or other such perversions, do write and tell me either your experience or a little about your fantazies.

Disclaimer: This story "appears" to be a work of fiction. Even though Joe Bob might resemble your Uncle Harold, it doesn't mean I was thinking about him when I wrote this story. Consequently, one should not draw conclusions based upon either a character's name, description or mannerisms as they do not exist in the real world very often, thankfully. All characters are original and emerged wholly from my filthy imagination.

Email: Please email me at lordmerle@yahoo.com, if you have comments you'd rather not leave under the reviews.

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Chapter 1 Shifted Reality


Fishing and beer drinking had taken up most of my days and weeks after graduation from high school. One could say I am a child of the south and one without much direction. Fortunately, I steadfastly convinced my mother it would be best to delay starting college until I figured out exactly what I wanted to do with the rest of my life. I think she too realized I needed my space after twelve years of education and had rightfully earned a bit of fuck-off time. After some vacillation, she accepted my request for a sabbatical but made me promise my higher education would not be put off for more than a year.

Two years earlier, we had tragically lost my father on a foggy Alabama morning as he was driving to work. He had spent most of his working life as a machinist in a defense plant, making better than average wages, which he mostly spent on our small family farm located far from the fast pace of big city life. Dad had completely detested the stink, crime and arrogance of city folk. He had never lived in a town his entire life, and he sure as hell wasn't going to have his family do so.

Dad had plucked Mom off the vine before she'd fully ripened; he used to say, as she was a young lass of only fifteen when he married her. Already pregnant with me at the time, he headed off to Alabama from Tennessee with his new bride to find his fortune. Mom was now only thirty-four years old and looked more like a sibling to my sister Natalie than our mother.

One of the best things my Dad ever did for Mom and the two of us kids was to set up life insurance with a fairly large survivor's annuity, which provided an outstanding income and kept Mom from having to scrape by to provide for us or make up for lacking funds. In fact, financially speaking, life was very good.

Natalie and I had attended school in a small town about six miles from our country home. Most of our classmates were also from either farm families or long distance commuters whose parents shared my Dad's desire to live a very private, slow paced country life.

At seventeen, my sister Natalie was a real looker. Taking after Mom, she had the body and face of a goddess from an early age. And even though an incestuous relationship never would have crossed my mind, many times she ended up in my thoughts and dreams in all sorts of sexual fantasies. I often smiled to myself, figuring Dad really wanted us to live way out in the country to keep the hard-dicks away from both Natalie and my mom.

One could say I am a breast guy. Tits have always been an immediate turn-on for me. My first impression of any girl, no matter the age, always comes after making a full appraisal of her jugs. Don’t get me wrong; I love nothing better than to watch a nice ass in a tight pair of jeans walk by. And a nice pair of legs always does it for me, too. But hands down, it is always tits for me. How they move, how they jiggle, how they fill out a bra, how they bulge just so into the upper arm or their position on a girl’s chest, hell, I don’t miss a thing. And it isn't about size, either. It's only about one thing - - - a tit being a tit. A soft, warm, delicate, sexual piece of the female anatomy I simply have never been able to get enough of.

As I said before, even though I would never have given thought to a serious, actual incestuous affair with my mom or sis, my thoughts honestly did often wander to them at night, lying back on my bed, my dick aching for action it had never experienced. And yes, I had made many serious appraisals of my mom’s and sister’s tits, their asses and their magnificent legs. I even fantasized about watching them getting fucked and giving head to any number of guys and beasts. Yeah, I know, really nasty stuff, huh? Well, they are, after all, my fantasies.

Most folks would probably think I’m pretty perverted. Yeah, I guess I am. I’ve always found it damn hard to keep my hand off my pecker and filthy thoughts at bay in my mind. But it feels so damn good. There ain’t nothing I’ve ever known to compare with the sensation of shooting a load of hot, steamy, sticky cum. Those nasty visions and thoughts are now so connected to that instance of bliss that it naturally has become an obsession. But, being raised the way I was and all, well, I used to feel it was something I’d have to keep secret till my dying day. Acting out my fantasies in the real world wasn’t possible. I knew and had accepted that as a fact-of-life.

And that is where this story begins.

Have you ever had anything happen that changed your whole life in just hours? I'm talking about a major shift in how you see and relate to your world, a complete set of new rules - - - a new paradigm. Well, let me tell you how my world got shaken up.

It was about noon on a cool October day. I had left home early that morning to go fishing with Riley, a guy who graduated from high school with me. Like me, Riley hadn't started college and didn't want to even begin to start worrying about a job. His Dad cut him some slack and didn't pressure him about it, but Riley knew one day soon his easy way of life would come to an end.

I said we'd gone fishing. Actually, we never got a hook wet, as we figured it was just too damn nice of a day to disturb the fish and the beer we had iced down was much more in need of immediate attention.

We sat on the tailgate of his old pickup truck and told each other lies for the better part of the morning. Just about noon, we fished out the last two cold ones and figured our morning fishing trip was about to come to an end.

You know how it goes with two eighteen-year-old males sitting around telling each other lies, don't you? In short, it ends up being a lot of “man she has a great ass” or “I'd like to butter her muffin” and such. Riley kept coming back to my sister, Natalie, time and again, and each instance his questions were a bit more probing. It was plain he wanted to know if Natalie and I had ever fooled around or if she had ever showed herself to me. He even shocked me by asking the same questions about my mom.

It was common knowledge Riley had always wanted to date Natalie, but she had put him off as not being her type. Riley, don't get me wrong, is a nice enough guy, even if he is a bit psychologically twisted. I must also admit, among my friends, Riley is the only genuine sex fiend, at least the only one who has ever come completely out of the closet. I truthfully doubt, in total, that he has more than a couple of minutes of thoughts not of a sexual nature in his entire day.

Something else you should know: Natalie considered Jeannie, Riley's younger sister, to be one of her better, if not best of friends. For some years, Riley had told me on and off that he played around with his sister. During a couple of heavy-duty beer drinking sessions, he'd even told me he'd had some adventures with his mom. I always figured it was the beer talking through an already twisted mind so I never put much faith in it being the truth.

So, here we were, a morning shot to hell and out of beer. Riley said he'd like a few more so we decided to head over to his house to clean out his dad's stash. Once there, we went to his bedroom. Sitting around talking more trash, we were interrupted when Jeannie stuck her head in the doorway.

“What are you two drunks talking about? Are you saying bad things about me or what?” Jeannie smiled my way, as she walked over and grabbed the cold beer out of Riley's hand and took a long chug. Jeannie was a very attractive girl with a body I could admire endlessly. She had a way of very noticeably swaying her small hips when she walked. Although I don’t believe she was conscious of just how powerful her little oscillations affected the opposite sex, she always knew guys followed her almost hypnotically whenever she moved about. Standing there next to her brother in shorts that couldn’t possibly be any shorter without falling into the category of not being there at all, she smirked teasingly at the both of us.

“Yes we were,” Riley flatly and dryly responded. “In fact, we've been talking about nasty little whores just like you and what we want to do with them.” He laid back on his bed, supporting himself with his elbows and giving me a big smile and a wink.

“I can't wait to hear all about it.” Jeannie chuckled, closing her eyes and doing a Marilyn Monroe “ooh” impression.

“Actions speak louder than words, don't you think?” Riley looked my way, giving me another wink and devilish grin.

He reached out and quickly pulled Jeannie to his lap. Riley then reached under her arms, grabbed a breast in each hand and began squeezing and kneading them. Jeannie squirmed around in his lap and began slowly rocking in his crotch.

“You like that, don't you - - - you little bitch!” Riley exclaimed. He then pulled up her t-shirt and exposed two large and funnel-shaped areola attached to heavy, well-shaped breasts. It was clear that either Jeannie had spent years getting sucked by man or by milking machine. Her areola’s were dark, puffy and distended and her nipples were as large in diameter as my little finger. Needless to say, my dick was instantly rock hard and throbbing like crazy.

“What do you think of these tits, huh?” Riley asked me, as he squeezed and lifted the heavy orbs.

“Friggin' beautiful,” I said, quickly standing and beginning my walk over to take flesh in hand.

I instantly stopped cold, though, as Riley's mom suddenly appeared in the doorway.

“Riley, what are you two doing?” His mother inquired without any horrified reaction as to what was taking place on the bed, or the fact that Riley's hands were clutching and stretching Jeannie's tits nearly to the ceiling. And she never missied a beat, adding, "Did you get over to Smitty's like your dad told you?"

“I forgot Mom! Damn! I’m sorry!” Riley exclaimed, his fingers still firmly squeezing the life out of his sister’s breasts. “We'll head over that way as soon as we finish playing with Jeannie.”

“You better not forget. Your Dad will have your hide if you don't get word to Smitty before he makes plans,” she ordered.

“Yeah, alright,” he responded. Riley continued groping his sister's tits and smiling my way. “Can I take Jimmy with me?” he asked.

Riley's mom finally looked my way and smiled. “Jimmy! How are you? she said, acting as if she was surprised to find me standing there. The way she responded, though, made it evident she had known.

Looking back to her son, she exclaimed in a scolding way, “Riley! Jimmy's your guest! You should let him play with Jeannie first. If you have to play with something, you can use me. I've a pretty good idea what you want, anyway.” She smiled knowingly at both Riley and Jeannie. His mom had said all this while moving over to my side, where she made it a point to stand in such a way that I couldn't help but notice her taking a long survey of my crotch. After raising her eyes to mine and giving me a seductive little smile, she slid her hand down to my crotch. “Wow! You’ve some serious meat down here. I bet he’s bigger than Max. Go get that measuring tape, Honey. We've got to see if this is some kind of a record.” Riley’s mom giggled and winked at me, stepping up closer, playfully taking a darting flick with her tongue at my earlobe. She moved her heavy breasts back and forth across my upper right arm and seemed to be taking great delight from my apparent state of excitment.

Not fully able to take in all that was so quickly happening to me, as I was completely dumbfounded, I just stood there quaking inside. Even my balls were tingling like crazy. The more rubbery my legs became the harder my cock became. Straightaway, my dick became rock solid, as she continued rubbing up and down its length, stopping from time to time to pinch at the head. I had to put my right hand on her shoulder to support myself. As I closed my eyes, I felt her making for my belt. Well before Jeannie made it back with the measuring tape, the seductive woman had me out of my clothes and lying back on the bed. She 'oohed' and 'aahed' as she slid up next to my crotch. I then watched her close the fingers of her left hand around my dick, whereupon she slowly began jacking me off.

“This is absolutely the biggest cock I've ever had in my hand. I hope you don't mind if we see just how big it gets.”

“Yeah,” was all I could say, gasping for air. I stretched my legs out and arched my back, pushing my dick against her tight grip, clearly showing my desire to have more of what we were mutually enjoying.

Riley's mom then bent over and began kissing and sucking at the head. I couldn't help but squirm and shutter from the great welling growing deep inside me. As she lifted her head clear of my shaft, a string of precum strung from her lips to the head of my dick. She tilted her head slightly back, breaking the string and sucking it into her mouth like one would do a string of spaghetti. At that she laughed and with a finger squeegeed what didn't make it into her mouth from her chin and lips before licking the head of my dick clean.

“My, my, that's tasty,” she said with a smile, looking me right in the eyes. “I'd like a cup full of that for dessert sometime,” she added.

After entering the bedroom, Jeannie went to the other side of the bed. She was wide-eyed in astonishment, sharing a grin with her mom. She then leaned forward to taste and suck at my dick as her mother had. As she sucked my shaft, her mother gently stroked Jeannie's hair.

“What do you think of that, Honey?” she asked her daughter.

Jeannie lifted her head free, after sucking one last time at the tip of my dick and smiled back up to her mother. “The best I've ever tasted, and it's so big.” She then lazily moved the heavy shaft around, finally leaving the large head pointed toward her mother's face.

“Let's measure this monster,” Riley’s mom said, opening her eyes wide in childish delight.

She picked up the measuring tape and instructed Jeannie to hold the end at the base of my dick. She then lifted the other end, holding it firmly against my shaft as she lowered her eyes level with the tip to take a measurement.

“Damn!” she squealed. “Boy, you've got an eleven inch piece of meat here. I bet with a little more attention it might even be a real record breaker. Biggest damn dick I've ever seen. Bigger, for sure, than Max.”

Jeannie promptly began tugging at the shaft and licking the head as soon as her mother removed the tape. But her mom interrupted her by bringing her hand up under Jeannie’s chin, lifting her mouth free.

“Honey. Let me do that. You take your clothes off and show Jimmy how pretty you are,” she directed her daughter while tightly squeezing my member.

As Jeannie peeled off her clothes, I began shuttering again from the nibbling Riley’s mom was doing on the head of my organ. I was just about to shoot cum all over hell and creation when Jeannie jumped back on the bed.

She raised herself, straddling my legs and shuffling forward into position to take my shaft. Her mother then reached behind her and again firmly grasped my manhood. Jeannie pushed back into my rock-hard member and began the struggle to get its head past her tight little lips. Slowly it squeezed into her. Jeannie clearly savored the pain it was inflicting upon her. She then began rocking slowly. I lowered my hands to her shapely legs, loving the firm softness of them. Her wet cunt was on fire and was squeezing the life out of my cock. As she continued her labor, I couldn't help but watch Jeannie's tits swinging in tempo with her efforts. Her eyes closed, biting her lower lip, she began convulsing at each attempt to get more of me into her. All the while, I pumped my hips into her, also wanting to get more of my swollen member deep into her hot, juicy canal.

I turned my head and saw Jeannie's mother bent over, totally naked, except for the panties she was stepping out of. Riley was already out of his clothes and had taken hold of one of his mother's breasts while she struggled to free a foot from her panties. As she straightened up, Riley moved into her, lifting both of the huge glands to his mouth. He began sucking noisily at them. His mother pulled his head harder into her chest and begged him to suck even harder. Riley then dropped her breasts and moved around behind her, clutching her around her waist and began humping at her. He pivoted her around, which allowed me a full view of her with only Riley’s hands grabbing his mom on either side of her hips and not hiding any of her bare flesh. It was then I noticed, for the first time, his mom was clean-shaven, oddly and instantly that increased the sensual level of this sexual orgy in my mind.

Riley moved his hands up his mother’s torso and once again grasped her tits, lifting and squeezing the life out of them. She was very heavy breasted with dark, puffy areola, each ending with larger-than-life nipples. Her tits were obviously very dense and firm as, even in Riley’s powerful grip, they suffered very little distortion to their magnificent shape. Only when Riley moved his hands out to grasp the nipples in a vise like grip between his thumb and index fingers did I notice any change in their shape. He pulled the nipples hard away from his mother’s chest and swung and pulled them in all directions. Undoubtedly painful, she was, all the while, quaking visibly from being manhandled in such a violent manner by her son.

“You know what I want from you bitch!” Riley exclaimed, pushing her towards the bed. Riley put a hand on her shoulder and shoved her down to the bed. He lifted his dick and began stroking it in long, slow pulls, arching his back and moving it toward his mother’s mouth. As she leaned forward, Riley reached down to grab two handfuls of his mother's hair. He then began pushing the length of his dick into her mouth. He continued this for a good minute before pulling her up off the bed, turning her around and pushing her head down into the mattress.

“I'm gonna butt-fuck you, you fucking bitch!” he said, grabbing his mother's waist above her hips and pulling her ass back toward his pole-hard dick. His mother, face down into the bed, arms crossed under her head, tits swinging wildly about, began rocking herself madly back into Riley's wild thrusts.

All the while, Jeannie was still violently pumping at my member, and I was about ready to explode when Riley pushed forward into his mother one last time, pushing her flat, half on the bed and half off. He pulled her hard back into him and held her there as he went into convulsions, pumping hot cum deep in his mother's ass.

I exploded into Jeannie's hot pussy, grabbing and holding her strongly above her hips. She quickly struggled free and affixed her mouth to the head of my dick. There she began sucking and licking up all of the cum and cunt juices she could find, and even began jerking me off to get the every last drop of my creamy ejaculate into her mouth.

After a minute more of sucking and licking my depleted cock, Jeannie joined her mother, leaving the room. I was too damn winded to say anything or even move when Riley stood up next to the bed.

Giggling at me like I was the brunt of a kid’s joke, he said. “What you think about that shit, huh?”

“Fuckin’ unbelievable!” I replied, still too breathless to say anything else.

The women soon returned with warm, damp washcloths and towels and cleaned us both. When Riley’s mom finished drying me, as if a thank you for a job well done, she bent over and kissed my balls and the length of my dick, ending with one last, long smooch at it’s head. At that, she lifted herself up from the bed and walked out of the room.

Riley quickly got back into his clothes, as I struggled just to raise myself up on an elbow. As he headed toward the door, he looked back and told me to hurry up, as we had to get over to Smitty’s.

After I'd finally got dressed, Jeannie grabbed my arm as I moved toward the door. I turned around to face her. She stood there without a stitch of clothes on and asked me to wait a second, as she wanted to ask me something.

“What’s that, Jeannie?”

“You know I spent the night over at your house the other night, huh?” she asked.

“Yeah, I remember.” I replied.

“Natalie knows about my family and the sex and all of that stuff.” As she told me this she looked shyly away but continued. “We talk about a lot of things and I think she'd like to come over sometime and join us. And I know she wants to meet Max. What do you think about that?”

“Jeannie, I can’t really see Natalie doing this and I don’t know Max, does she?” I asked.

“No, not yet. But she really wants to. But there's something else.” At this she hesitated and looked back up into my eyes. “My mom and dad would especially like to have Natalie join us regular like, especially my dad. And maybe your mother would be interested, too?”

I must have looked totally dumbfounded, as Jeannie quickly looked away again. “Honestly, I can’t imagine my mother ever doing this, Jeannie,” I said, shaking my head. “She’d probably have a heart attack if she knew I was over here having done what we just did.”

Jeanne hesitated, glanced bashfully back up into my eyes and added something I never in a million years thought I’d ever hear said. “A few months ago, Natalie was up in your mom’s room and found several vibrators and dildos in her dresser. She took the smallest one but your mom missed it and asked her about it. Natalie told me your mom said it was okay and that she could use the others too if she would keep them clean and put them back.” Jeannie stopped and looked back up into my unbelieving eyes.

“I just can’t imagine that, Jeannie,” I shockingly replied, and meant it.

“Well . . . your mom was pretty cool about it. I know because she caught Natalie and me playing around the other night. My mother has a belt thing girls wear that has a dildo on it that sticks out just like a man’s thing. I guess Natalie and I were making a little too much noise and your mom came into her room while I was fucking her with it. She didn’t say anything at all. She just smiled and closed the door.”

That almost winded me again. It was like I'd had the breath knocked right out of me. “I don’t know what to say,” I said, shocked more than ever. “Are you sure she knew what you two were doing?”

“Yeah. We were both naked on top of the bed. We weren’t covered up or anything. She knew what we were doing.”

“I just can’t see that ever happening,” I replied, my mind trying to paint that picture but there just wasn’t any ink on that page no matter how hard I tried to make my mind’s eye see it.

Jeannie shyly looked back up into my face. “I really know Natalie wants to come over and play around. My dad's been bugging me to bring her over a lot, too. He really wants to spend some time with her and so does Riley. If your mom would come also, it would be even better.”

I hadn’t moved a muscle the whole time we had been talking. My mind, though, had been doing somersaults in total disbelief.

Then I looked down at her and realized once again she had been standing completely naked the whole time my mind was off somewhere else. What a beautiful work of art she was. She couldn’t be over five foot three and 110 pounds. Her dark brown hair, worn straight, hung to her shoulder - - - and those tits. What wonderful tits. Not being to help myself, I bent forward and kissed her lightly on the cheek.

After straightening back up, I once again looked down into her eyes. “We’ll see, Jeannie. Maybe something will come of all this,” I half-heartedly replied, turning to go find Riley. It felt odd to say what I had but I knew my mom, and I thought I knew my sister. “Damn!” I thought. “What the fuck is she up to now?”

Riley was at the kitchen table, having made a sack lunch for us to take along on the ride to Smitty’s. It was very plain to see he was more than just a little bit impatient with me.
“You ready?” He asked.

“Yeah, let’s go,” I replied.