8 Chapter 8

Entry Number 238, Log 3, Notes on Project X: June 13 Reconciliation number one activated despite slight change in plans. Mother and Father now know that they love each other; even though they are not speaking, this will be soon rectified. Reconciliation number two successful. Uncle Morgan has been awakened to new horizons. Personality development as well as character should follow swiftly. Mother now knows that I am a woman, too. Important psychologically for her as well as for me. Family reconciliation number three: The neighbors have agreed to let me have Wolf for the afternoon. This should bring everybody around if my calculations are correct. Also interesting side experiment regarding animal husbandry.

Little Jeanie had often watched Wolf on her way to school and coming home. And Wolf had often watched the little girl. In fact, the big German Shepherd found Jeanie delightful in many respects. As a human being she seemed abnormally intelligent, and as a female she smelled wonderful. It was summer time and all his senses were alert for the female odor, even though he was frequently kept penned in the yard. Jeanie often looked out her window down into his pen, and once she had seen a female dog wander by, and had seen the two animals mating right through the holes of the grill fence of Wolf's pen.

Now, as Jeanie slipped down the stairs and out the back door, she first checked with the neighbor, a sullen beer-drinking, TV-watching fellow home from work on the weekend who couldn't care less if Jeanie took the animal for a walk.

"Sure, Jeanie!" Mr. Greer said. "Have a nice walk. Wolf will protect you if anybody bothers you."

"Gee, thanks, Mr. Greer!" Jeanie gleefully went to the animal's pen and opened the lock, letting a grateful Wolf outside into the freedom of the day.

"Come on, Wolf, nice boy!" Little Jeanie led the appreciative German Shepherd through the back yard and into her house. After ascertaining everyone's whereabouts - Mother upstairs nursing her crying jag in the bedroom, Uncle Morgan in his room sulking and trying to decide whether to pack and leave or to stay and find out what would happen next, Daddy in the living room watching the baseball game on TV - Jeanie decided to set herself up in the basement. Already her naked limbs shivered as she descended the stairway quietly, Wolf following close behind. She could feel his cold nose exploring and touching her legs whenever he could. She wasn't wearing any panties. Certainly what she was planning was nothing new, she told herself to renew her confidence. She had read about and even seen pictures of such things. Some of them she'd found in what her father thought was his secret hiding place, under a bunch of magazines in the bottom drawer of his desk. On investigation Jeanie had found that the magazines became progressively more and more lewd as she went through the pile. They started off with Man's Adventure, True Male Stories, and the like, and then turned into more daring photographic leaflets involving unclothed girls. Then at the very bottom, wrapped in a plain paper bag, she found several small thin books, one of them about a German Shepherd much like Wolf. It was then that Jeanie had first gotten the spark of an idea that such a performance might be of more than unusual interest to her moody father.

Well, now she would find out for sure. Something was bound to happen, no matter what. At the very bottom of the steps she looked up to make sure the door had remained open, and then with Wolf anxiously whimpering behind her, she passed the washer and dryer and went to the old foam rubber mattress with its corduroy cover that had been relegated to the basement.

"Come on Wolf, good boy!" Jeanie's voice betrayed an underlying nervousness even as she positioned herself upon the mattress. Beforehand, however, the ten year old turned on the portable radio which was always kept on a shelf over the couch. Jeanie's mother often played it when she was downstairs doing the laundry. She found a rock station as Wolf, head over heels in love, nuzzled the upper regions of the little girl's legs and slender thighs.

Then Jeanie knelt upon the low mattress calling out soft encouraging words to her animal friend. Her short dress fell forward in folds around her waist as her naked buttocks and thighs, white and looking pure as snow, presented themselves lewdly to the amazed animal. Cradling her blonde head in her arms, she held her breath fearfully and waited. What wouldn't she do for her own personal pursuit of science and knowledge ... what wouldn't she do for love?

She could feel the strange wetness of the furry animal's nose now nuzzling directly into the moist pink slit of her presented pussy. "Ooooooh!" she jumped at the contact, but forced herself to remain as she was. Behind her Wolf growled a bit, and suddenly the long lash of his tongue swept out and penetrated within the soft folds of the little girl's trembling cunt.

"OH!" Jeanie tried to relax, but it was difficult under the circumstances. Again and again now little snarls of lust came from the nervously whining animal, who began to turn and sit, turn and sit behind her, returning each time to the powerful attraction of the little blonde's openly presented pussy.

Then a long wet rough tongue swept again and again against the delicate female tissues of Jeanie's ten year old pussy, and she began to tremble with excitement. It was beginning to feel good. God, his big tongue felt wonderful back there!

When she was sure it was going to happen, that it had to happen any moment now, she began to call.

"DADDY! OH DADDY, COME, COME RIGHT AWAY, DADDY!"

Upstairs in the living room, his bloodshot eyes barely focusing upon the baseball game, it took Brint some while before he realized that his daughter was calling him.

The disturbed husband had been in a daze since the terrible revelation that his wife had been unfaithful to him, and the awful aftermath during which he had shamefully sodomized her had done nothing to alleviate his pain or to help him know what he ought to do now. His brain swam with thoughts of divorce, of murder, of reconciliation. Fran had not left her room all morning, and he himself had left her crying in bed during the night long after their brutal love-making. He'd slept badly on the same sofa which he imagined to be the scene of his wife's indiscretion moments before his return from work. And now he sat, unshaven and disgruntled, more depressed and somehow lost than he'd ever been in his entire life.

"What does that goddamned kid want!" he muttered aloud when he finally realized that Jeanie was calling to him. "When the hell's she going to camp, anyway?" But then Brint had a tender moment for Jeanie. How would she take the news that her mother and father were splitting up? How would Brint himself feel if he knew he wasn't going to be able to see his wife or his daughter whenever he wanted to?

The distressed father shuffled toward the sound of Jeanie's voice, but his mind was on his wife upstairs. What if he went up there and apologized to her? Heaven knew he wasn't the one who ought to be apologizing, but what if he did? He couldn't remember ever having done such a thing in their entire

marriage ... but perhaps something like that would be necessary to make things all right between them again, something drastic! He felt an unmistakable surge of lust as he remembered the feel of Fran's tightening anal muscles around his cock the night before, and how she had liked it at the end. God, how she'd liked it! Maybe he should go up there and ... and maybe they could do other things, too, things which they'd never tried before and of which he'd always been sure Fran would disapprove.

Then he was standing at the top of the cellar steps, looking down. He couldn't see anything, and he was slightly annoyed. Brint had a raging erection caused by thoughts of an erotic reconciliation with his wife, and he was anxious to see whether he would or would not go upstairs to see her.

"What the hell is it, Jeanie? What do you want?" he called down into the cellar.

"Would you get Mom, Daddy?" she asked. "There's something I want to show you ... to talk to both of you about!" she called back.

"Don't be silly, Jeanie ..."

"It's important, Daddy! Our whole family life could depend upon it!" she cried anxiously. "Please, Daddy ... do it for my sake!"

Brint remembered the image of his wife and daughter far from him, of himself trying to lead a bachelor's life after all this time. It was a lonely, horrible prospect. Perhaps if he could get Fran to come down now it was the perfect excuse ... Jeanie had said it was important. Yes, he'd try it!

"OKAY JEANIE ... I'LL GET HER!" he yelled down, and as he turned the young father thought he heard an animal-like sound coming from where his daughter was, but he thought it was probably his imagination. He hurried up the stairs to get Fran.

* * *

Fran hung up the phone. It had taken quite an effort to sound cheery and natural while talking to Giuliano, but she'd done it. She'd put off their appointment until the following week and then collapsed into bed again, her filmy negligee covering but not hiding her voluptuously disturbed body.

God, what was going on inside her? Fran hadn't been able to stop the trembling of her thighs, the tingling deep within her since her husband had left her sobbing and wracked with both pain and pleasure the night before.

The whole series of licentious events seemed to have had some sort of permanent effect upon her, and as disturbed as her mental processes were, the blonde housewife couldn't help letting her fingers wander down to touch the tender hair-lined slit of her awakened cunt from time to time. Each time she touched herself there an explosion of fantasies leapt into her head and she seemed to feel Morgan's touch again

... yes, her brother-in-law's and even her daughter, Jeanie's, and then Brint's too! It was terrible! Fran was just about to succumb to the desire to slip her fingers into her own moistly pulsating cunt again when Brint knocked on the door.

"It's me, Fran ... can I come in?"

Hesitantly Fran answered, "Yes ... yes, Brint, come in." Her heart was pounding. Would he be able to see how excited she was? Would he know that she was longing to be taken, to be fucked hard right then and there? Despite everything, all their differences and all of her odd transgressions, all the young wife could think of was fulfilling the desire which bounded her naked loins beneath her filmy gown.

When he told Fran that Jeanie had asked them both to come downstairs, Fran rose immediately.

Whatever it was, she knew it would be important. She was frightened about what her daughter's request might mean, yet the resigned mother knew that there was probably no way to avoid whatever Jeanie had her mind set on. Together, husband and wife descended the stairs and then together they paused at the top of the cellar steps before going down. The strange sounds were disquieting to say the least, but Fran led the way and within seconds the startled parents were on the bottom step looking at the most salacious sight imaginable.

Good God! What was happening to Jeanie? While her mother and father watched she was on her knees between the giant German Shepherd's open legs and the anxious, excited dog was mounting the spread mounds of her firm young buttocks, furry paws wrapping around her slender waist as if the beautiful young girl were a bitch in heat. Both Fran and Brint could see the animal's glistening, scarlet dog-cock slipping from its huge sheath, dripping freely, its tapered point jerking and dancing as the animal hunched in close to the nakedly offered loins, endeavoring to bury the pink lean tip and the thickening shaft into the little girl's visibly moist pussy!

"JEANIE!" Both Fran and Brint dashed forward in unison, but the sound of the little girl's voice stopped them dead in their tracks.

"NO! DON'T STOP HIM ... DON'T DO ANYTHING. CAN'T YOU SEE I WANT IT TO HAPPEN?"

The stunned parents, each in a state of shock over other events that had taken place in their lives, responded and obeyed their daughter's command almost as though they had been hypnotized by their need for guidance, their need for someone to tell them what to do when there was chaos clamoring around them.

Little Jeanie felt her taut belly constricting while she knelt in a fearful, half-mesmerized daze herself. She sensed Wolf mounting her, his soft furry body crowding in toward her trembling white child's buttocks, his forelegs clutching at her hips powerfully. The dog's beautiful tongue had rekindled the wild sensation in her young, already violated loins, a sensation the little girl had first felt with her Uncle Morgan. Now, even more so than with her father's brother, she found herself sobbing as she looked back at the dog, shifting her quaking round ass-cheeks in an effort to try and capture the lengthening animal cock. How she wanted the long slippery organ inside her, had to have it inside her to quell the insane tingling spasms that were continually increasing within her flaring young pussy.

Now she reached back between her widespread thighs, aware of her stunned mother and father close by watching as she grasped the wet shaft and caused the stimulated Wolf to half-growl, half-whimper while the little girl tried to place the pointed tip of his cock at the tiny mouth of her passion-flushed, moist vaginal opening.

Immediately the great animal thrust and Jeanie screamed with mind-shattered delight.

"Aaaaaaaahh!" the impaling length of animal flesh slid into her welcoming pussy and the animal growled fiercely while his hairy forepaws clutched possessively at her tiny waist, thrusting, thrusting and spreading the young girl's vaginal passage open wider and wider as he hammered his long animal cock deep up inside her tight, pulsing channel.

Fran turned to see her husband watching in lascivious fascination, gawking in amazed lust as the thick scarlet canine shaft slithered forward with a wet charge deep into his own daughter's cunt, the dog's hairy black balls swinging beneath Jeanie's damp, almost hairless cunt. The disturbed father was watching the animal bucking frenziedly at his willing young daughter's lovely trembling buttocks, attempting to skewer her onto the last remaining inches of his still growing and glistening cock.

Heaven help us all! Fran thought, groaning inwardly. This sight of her daughter being fucked by an animal was debasing them beyond all reason. But then the very helplessness of their situation, the obscene incidents that had been plaguing them as a family, set something else off within her. The sight of her daughter and the very idea of all the things she had done so far began to luridly excite her, causing a sudden renewal of the hunger in her loins to agitate her, and a low exotic moan broke from the young wife and mother's lips. Her eyes implored Brint, and she could tell that even though he didn't understand what was happening or why, he wanted her too!

Subconsciously a fire stormed through her and she pushed herself up against her husband, wildly undulating her near-naked hips and loins against him, feeling his hand wrap around her to squeeze at her buttocks beneath the thin material of her gown to push his rock-hard cock forward, grinding it into the split formed by his wife's trembling thighs.

"Take me ... take me, Brint ... right now!" she whispered to him lewdly. "Jeanie wants us to ... Jeanie wants us to be ... happy!"

"CHRIST!" Brint spat out. "Jesus Christ!"

She felt her husband pushing her down, down to the ground. She knelt before him in an instant, feeling him fumbling with the zipper of his pants, then understanding reaching her, she helped him to free the lewd bobbing thickness of his cock to her eyes. It grazed warmly against her face.

Oh, I love it, she thought, how I love him!

* * *

Morgan tiptoed down the stairs, his bag in his hand. The young man was just about to go out the door when he spotted the cellar door open and heard the very strange sounds emanating from down there. Curious, he moved to find out what it was all about. He had finally decided to leave his brother's house - the forces at work here were really too much for him to understand. For the first time, Morgan Cooper felt that he had bitten off more than he could chew. How did one cope with an insatiable ten year old who sets you up to sleep with her mother, your own sister-in-law? He had once thought himself lacking in principals, but now he wondered if after all he didn't have quite a few of the normal moralistic attitudes that he'd so often mocked in others.

Whatever his decision might have been in this regard, it was forever changed by the sight of what was taking place in the basement of the Cooper household. And Morgan Cooper knew that he would never be able to leave until he too had established his mark as an integrated member of the family, whatever that might entail.

Morgan could see his wildly back-thrusting little niece, captivated completely by the furiously fucking dog as he continued to fuck, pistoning into the trembling softness of her willingly upheld buttocks. Moans of bliss came from Jeanie's lust-slackened lips as the hairy forelegs clung to her soft white rotating hips.

In the foreground, his brother and sister-in-law, who had carried on so the evening before that their noises had almost shaken the house and had certainly given every reason to believe that they never wanted to have anything to do with each other again, now were linked together in an obscene position that made Morgan understand that Jeanie had worked her lewd magic again.

Brint smiled down at his wife while she stroked his cock slowly, lewdly moving the thick foreskin up and down over the blunt head. Smoothly his big hand slipped beneath his wife's wealth of long blonde hair, easing behind her neck and head. He was drawing her face downward, the bulbous knob of his

cockhead seeping a small drop of clear liquid from the moist split at its tip.

In his ears, Brint could hear his daughter's love moans. It was all fitting into place, wasn't it? None of them were meant for the average normal life ... why had he always pushed himself toward it? Why hadn't he ever let Fran know how much, how desperately he loved her and always had?

"Lick it, honey," he whispered. "Lick it like a lollipop. Hurry ... then I'll fuck you with it!"

Abruptly, a maddening excitement and desire welled up inside of Fran and she felt her husband writhe and heard him groan as she drew back the foreskin from his feverishly hard cock and then lowered her beautiful face as if magnetized by the wonder of his penis. She sucked in her breath and flicked out her pink pointed tongue to bring it into warm contact with the soft rubbery tip. Then she swirled it around slowly, wetly, experimentally, while he twisted and jerked beneath her, taunting until her tongue tip finally found the little split at its end and wiggled into it.

Brint looked up to see his younger brother approaching, stark naked, his clothes trailing on the steps behind him.

"Christ, you too?" he said, but then he realized he didn't really give a shit, not so long as Fran was his and Jeanie was his and they loved him and wanted him around. He could see that Morgan's cock was hard and ready, and as the younger man approached the kneeling Fran, Brint realized for the first time that his wife had not been mating with a stranger the day before; she had been with his own brother! In his distorted vision of his new thinking, this seemed better, far better than what he had originally thought.

"You've been fucking him before, haven't you?" he asked Fran gently, while she tasted the pungent tang of the droplets of his seminal fluid.

Her head nodded yes, as she realized that someone was behind her, lifting her gown. That someone could only be Morgan, her husband's younger brother. Then she felt his cock slipping thrillingly into the revealed lips of her already seeping cunt, and he was squatting behind her, pushing up into her desire-drenched pussy. She lowered her wanting lips slowly onto her husband's rigid cock, her spirits soaring at the dual entry, one thick hard penis in her clasping cunt, the other, her husband's, in her open mouth. She encompassed the spongy head between her lips, rubbing the full length of her tongue down along Brint's rock-hard penis, going as far as her ovalled mouth would reach over it as his brother's cock rose as high as it could within the secret confines of the young wife's hair-lined cunt.

Above her, Brint grunted with pleasure and began to roll his strong hips, sliding his thick lecherous cock in and out of his wife's willing mouth with a wet sucking sound, knowing that she was being royally fucked at the same time by his brother behind her and that his little daughter was still groaning lustfully beside him and in full sight of all of them on the mattress, her tender naked body covered and penetrated by that of a dog! With one hand he entangled his fingers in her long blonde hair, as with his other he felt the puffing of her cheeks beneath him and her head bobbing lewdly on the end of his thrusting cock while her whole supple satiny body quivered with the powerful jolts of his brother's plunging cock smashing into her sweet tender young cunt from behind.

Christ! This was fantastic! What he seemed now to have been waiting for all his life!

Fran's brain reeled ecstatically and her body was alive with sheer sensual bliss while she sucked and tasted wantonly at the ever-expanding cock in her mouth. Then she thought of it ejaculating, and suddenly she wanted something else and wanted it right away.

Her lips left the glistening wet shaft of her husband's penis as she lifted her mouth to place her request, and willingly and swiftly the two brothers complied.

They were turning her over, taking off her thin gown, placing her near the low mattress on which Jeanie and Wolf struggled in ecstatic bestiality. Then finally they had done it, both naked now, both hard male bodies touching hers, pressing her, making her more woman than she'd ever been before.

"AAAAAH! God, yes!" she cried. "I can feel both of your cocks beautifully hard inside me! Faster ... faster, damn you, faster and harder! Oh yes, yes, fuck me harder, harder!"

She lay on her side between them, her legs intertwined as the two brothers took her, one from the front and one from behind. Her husband penetrated the depths of her willingly wide-held rectum while his brother in front of her arched his ever-thickening cock up into the tight cavern of her quivering hot pussy.

The thought of having the two men making love to her at once was driving her toward a whirlwind of cyclonic lust. It seemed to go on forever, and yet she wanted to go on and on and never stop. The freedom, the mounting erotic bliss of it, the hands, two brothers' hands clutching and gripping at her, making her know that she was loved and desired as she'd never known it before. She was completely and helplessly impaled from above and below, her brain reeling. Nothing mattered but the tremendous sensation of subliminal ecstasy about to explode within her.

As little Jeanie looked and saw what was happening to her mother and how happy her father and Uncle Morgan looked, she felt a sudden tensing of her loins. She could feel the stiffly pistoning dog's cock behind her begin a new motion.

"OH MOMMY, DADDY, UNCLE MORGAN! IT'S HAPPENING! OOOHHHHH!"

The engrossed trio managed to watch as their own fiery lusts continued in the groveling slippery sex-thrusts that joined them in love. From different positions on the floor beside her, they saw little Jeanie's mouth gasp open in a choking scream as she began to toss her head from side to side wildly, her long golden-blonde hair flailing and whipping about her shoulders. She was beginning the paroxysm of orgasm as her mother and father and uncle watched and saw their precious child and niece screwing her naked buttocks back salaciously against the dog like a rutting bitch. The huge animal's tongue hung loosely from his mouth as he fucked into the high-waving child's buttocks from behind. Again Jeanie cried out and rammed back against the animal deliriously, just as he jerked forward and his stiff cock began the spurting of his sperm deep into the little girl's clasping, milking cunt. Jeanie's white rounded buttocks began contracting, hollowing and tensing, indicating the climatic upheaval within her quaking belly as she came against the pulsing cock within her convulsing cuntal walls. Wolf whined and called out his own pleasure while she felt his hairy body brushing against her naked buttocks and moaned out the last palpitating spasms of her excitement. She fell forward exhausted, just in time to hear her mother's first climax as she felt the two rising cocks within her belly and rectum thrusting upward with all their might.

"NOOOOOWWWWWWWW! YES, IT'S HERE! NOWWWWWWW, OH GOD, THE TWO OF YOU!"

Jeanie smiled to herself at the sound of her mother's contented voice, and she felt exhausted as the immediately deflated cock of the powerful Wolf slipped from her ravaged passage. She felt the dog step over her prostrate outstretched body and go to curl up on the cooler floor, exhausted himself by the little girl's love-making.

Even though she was very tired, Jeanie raised her hands and slipped her dress off over her head. Then she stepped forward to where her father and mother and uncle lay writhing upon the floor.

"Why don't we all go up on the bed?" she suggested amicably. But her eyes were on her father, and as he returned her gaze, she saw him gently unwind himself from her mother and her uncle and reach for her

as she pulled him backward against her nakedness onto the mattress.

"Hey, Mom ..." Jeanie called as she felt her father's kisses hot upon her tiny breasts and could already feel the nuzzling of his cock into the still wet split of her tight little cunt. "Come on ... you too, Morgan ... let's make a Daddy sandwich!"

"I'm for that!" Brint grunted, just as he felt the heavenly sensation of his little girl's tender palpitating pussy wrapping around his up-worming cock.

"OH GOD, I'M FOR THAT!" he added unnecessarily.