Beastiality

Rhonda Baker lay prone across the queen-sized, walnut-framed water
bed on her belly, her arms bent at the elbows, her beautiful young face
resting in her hands while she watched the Democratic convention on her
television set perched atop her antique dresser. Politics had never
appealed to her sense of justice, but on a hot summer afternoon the
paunchy-bellied frustrated lobbyists and their prissy wives parading
around in sexless shirtwaist dressed before the cameras, helped pass the
time and add a few laughs on an otherwise uneventful day.
Her shapely buttocks, covered only by a brief black bikini, jutted up
proudly behind her at the base of her long tapering back and her legs were
bent at the knees, her ankles clapping together in mid-air. The soft
August breeze blew the curtains aside and poured into the room, whisking
across her nearly naked back like the tender touch of a lover, and the sun
slanted to make golden stripes across the burgundy bedspread.
And a dreary day it was, too, for Bob, her fiancee was on his way to
the airport, packed and ready to fly to Minneapolis for an interview with
Honeywell Corporation, one of the best-paying corporations a fresh young
executive such as Bob could hope to work for. Travel, fringe benefits …
for wives, too, Rhonda thought with a smirk, hoping that unlike so many of
her recently graduated and married friends, she would not fall prey to the
wife-supports-the-husband til-he-finds-a-job he-likes routine. Sometimes
that took years, and Rhonda was not the modern liberated, professionally-
aggressive female. College, with its grueling routine of cramming for
exams, trying to please art teacher’s tastes and get a passing grade had
cured her of aspirations. Now, at twenty-three, she was perfectly content
lying in the sun in the afternoons, watching television, dressing and
waiting for Bob to come by. Sure … soon she’d have to look for a job,
but in the time being, she would indulge her own pleasures. Life was too
short as it was …
The red haired lovely lay on her bed, dumbly watching the flickering
screen, none of the political ploys and inter-party politics sinking into
her pretty skull. Tonight would be a long night, she knew. The first
night since Bob had left for Minneapolis. Ten more sex-less nights in
front of her before she could cuddle up into the protective circle of his
strong arms and let him please her. Rhonda let out a long, heartless
sigh. Ten days in a cold bed alone was an eternity! Fortunately, her
sister Sharon had come to stay with her for three weeks that overlapped
Bob’s absence, and not by coincidence.
Sharon … Where was she now? wondered Rhonda dimly. Certainly the
neighborhood was safe enough on a weekday afternoon with the playground
and community swimming pool close by, for a pubescent thirteen year old to
wander around unescorted.
But then one could never tell with all those crazies lurking the
streets … Hmmm . .. four o’clock, mused Rhonda, watching her digital
alarm clock slip to the hour.
Suddenly a smile broke out on the older sister’s face. Maybe her
little sister had met a boy, ridden off on his bicycle to the hamburger
hang-out, and was sipping a soda out of her shared straw … Like a scene
from one of those corny 1950’s posters you saw in all the head-shops
downtown. Sharon would be an easy shot for some young boy. She was a
knockout with her platinum-tresses that hung half way down her back.
Fresh as a model, Sharon was one of those girls who always appeared clean
and scrubbed in every situation and who carried herself with a feminine
grace that often put her older sister to shame. Part of this could be
ascribed to her unusual hair. No one in the Baker family had been able to
figure out where it had come from, though a few guessed their Irish
grandmother might have jumped the fence once or twice, as the old saying
goes … something old Grandpa Baker never told his kids when they sat on
his knee and listened to family stories …
Sharon also dressed very stylishly, too, changing frequently to fit
her mood. She had been a perfect baby, and now she was a perfect young
lady. In the last year she had suddenly sprouted up quite tall for her
age, and then some, with enticing young breasts, a tiny waist and flat,
flat, tummy, and long sleek slender, but well-turned legs which seemed to
retain their tan longer than most girls’ did. Added to this was her long
Jean Harlow hair but a prettier oval face than Jean had ever aspired to,
with pert little upturned nose, bright blue eyes, and a small but sultry
mouth. Yes, her little sister was a real princess.
But Rhonda was not jealous of the girl, for her own attributes
brought a jealous chagrin from most women on the streets.
Perhaps, thought Rhonda, if Bob were to have known my little sister
better — thought of her as someone other than my little innocent sister
— he might have had eyes for her.
Bob … what a sweetheart! Ten days would be unbearable, thought
Rhonda with a frustrated whimper, as absentmindedly she watched a
politician peck his wife on the cheek in front of the television cameras.
God, just thinking about Bob and his big hard cock made her want to close
the door and satisfy herself right there in front of the whole Democratic
party.
Then the mental image of Bob’s huge, warmly pulsating penis came into
her mind, as she dully watched a presidential nominee take to the podium.
She tried to concentrate on the Southerners’ speech, listening to him rant
about unemployment and the rising cost of living, but the mental picture
of that long, hard hunk of maleness refused to go away. She kept seeing
his thick shaft of virile flesh vividly, as if she could reach out and
touch it. The little tingling sensations had increased now and she could
feel her nipples harden beneath the bikini top she wore.
Now this is silly, she chided herself primly. He only left this
afternoon.
But the vision of Bob’s long hard cock remained in her mind, and it
was joined now by another image, a scene from their engagement party.
Lying there, she remembered the occurrence clearly, very clearly and
graphically …
It had been a rainy night in April, and they had just come from a
dinner party at the home of one of Bob’s ex-fraternity brothers who’d
married a sorority sister of Rhonda’s. They had laughed over old times,
consuming plenty of wine as they reminisced, and she and Bob had had their
share — and then some. They had departed shortly after midnight for the
drive back to the Baker’s home.
She had sat very close to Bob on the drive, twirling the engagement
ring — which she still wore — feeling closer to him mentally than she
ever had before. She even put her hand on his leg, stroking it gently but
without any real sexual connotation. When they approached the lookout
point where young lovers were known to spend many an evening overlooking
the city’s lights, Rhonda, feeling the effects of the wine, didn’t object,
she was in a responsive mood, and the idea of parking with her fiancee for
a little light pre-marital kissing and petting did not seem in the least
wrong with her.
Bob put his arm around her and drew her tight against him the moment
the car was stopped and the headlights switched off. He kissed her then,
their mouths fusing with the ease of lovers, and she opened her lips
almost eagerly to accept his probing tongue. Their tongues met and tasted
one another, exchanging a lover’s kiss. Bob’s hands were restless on her
back and shoulders, moving back and forth, up and down, around and over
her low-cut white silk dress. Rhonda felt an almost overpowering surge of
desire at the nearness, the intoxicating male odor of the man she loved;
his kisses were eliciting a full and total response inside the bride-to-
be, and when his moving hands gradually worked their way around to lightly
cup her firm full breasts, she made no effort to stop him from doing so.
Her mother had warned her against allowing Bob to become familiar before
their wedding night, (oh, if Mommy knew what her number one daughter was
doing with her fiancee now!) but the closeness she felt for him at that
magic moment transcended all the parental warnings and instilled taboos of
her Irish, Catholic upbringing.
He began to caress her lushly ripened breasts in earnest then, as his
eager tongue probed in and out of her opened mouth. God, his gentle touch
felt so good on her! She wrapped her hands in his hair, kissing him even
more passionately, and then his fingers had dipped inside the low-cut
front of her dress to slide inside her bra. The contact of his hand on
her naked flesh thrilled Rhonda beyond recall, and before she knew it, she
was allowing him to unbutton the back of her dress and slip the garment
down over her shoulders. His deft fingers found the catches on her bra,
unsnapped them, and she felt a cool rush of air against her now-erect
nipples as her firm white breasts were fully exposed to Bob’s hungry gaze.
He began to stroke her naked young breasts gently with his palms,
rolling his hands over her perfectly-formed voluptuous mounds before
bringing them up to massage the hardened nipples. Taking the taut, dark-
brown buds between the thumb and forefinger, he tweaked them into a
quivering rigidity. Rhonda moaned with increasing fervor as Bob’s
caresses wrung soft cries of delight from her throat; little shivers of
arousal began to course through her, and she had felt a warm wetness up
between her legs speeding from her excitedly throbbing cunt.
Even when Bob’s head dipped down and his wetly heated lips encircled
one of her erect little nipples, tongue swirling round and round the
goose-bumped areola, Rhonda didn’t feel any panic. Even though this was
the first time she had bared her breasts to a man, or had their nakedness
kissed, the thought never entered her mind that what she was doing might
lead to uncontrollable passion. The young girl was with the man she
loved, and she felt safe, felt warm and somewhat drowsy, and very excited
as his gently sucking mouth moved like a hungry child’s on her soft,
pliant breasts.
But then, suddenly, one of Bob’s hands left her ripely quivering
breasts and moved on down to stroke her thighs where the hem of her dress
had slipped up. His fingers hungrily traversed the silky soft skin of her
inner thighs, then moved upward, sliding the dress still higher until the
tips of his searching fingers were resting on her warmly moistened cuntal
mound and the white silk of her panties were glistening in the pale
moonlight which shone in through the car’s windshield. Only then did
Rhonda feel the first stirrings of panic for Bob had groaned and clamped
his lips hard around her rigid nipple while his other hand squeezed and
kneaded the resilient flesh of her naked young breasts. The squirming
young redhead felt confused, uncertain; she wanted to be rid of his moist
warm mouth on her bosom, his lusting touch on her bare flesh — and yet
she didn’t want to be free of it. For a moment, she was undecided, and
that was time enough for Bob to bunch her dress at her waist and begin
caressing the smooth, flat plane of her exposed belly.
His fingers had slipped inside the elastic waistband of her panties
almost before Rhonda realized what was happening, and suddenly he was
tugging the flimsy material down, down over her pubic mound, sliding her
panties from under her nakedly quivering buttocks. The moist heat of his
palm pressed against her hair-covered pussy mound, and rippling waves of
erotic pleasure threatened to blank the young girl’s mind completely of
the consequences of his actions. Gently, he insinuated his outstretched
middle finger into the soft, warm cuntal slit up between her thighs,
parting her moistly sensitive cunt lips and probing at the thin hymeneal
membrane which gave mute testimony to her unsullied reputation. Meanwhile
he was using his thumb to tweak the sensitive nub of her clitoris, teasing
over it again and again and causing a sharp cry of commingled fear and
intense pleasure to bubble out of her throat. Her hands in his hair
tightened, pulling his head down harder against her breasts even as her
voice was repudiating her actions by moaning, “No, no, no!” over and over.
A whispering, unmistakable sound had filled the car at that moment —
the sound of a zipper being pulled hurriedly down as Bob’s hand left her
breast momentarily. Her eyes fluttered open in alarm and, in the
moonlight, she saw for the first time an erect male organ quivering in all
its awesome passion. Abruptly, the fear routed her lust so that there was
no longer a struggle going on inside her; the sight of his menacing blood-
filled cock decided matters for the terrified young redhead. She had to
stop him right now!
“No!” she cried, trying to twist away from him on the seat. “Bob,
for God’s sake, don’t! Wait a couple more months and we’ll be married!”
“Please, baby, please,” he mumbled, his voice thick with the lust
that was reflected in his dark eyes. His hand was stoking the full length
of his thick monstrous penis now, she could see that, and her efforts to
free herself became more panicky. Her aroused young fiancee was too
strong for her, however, and before she could escape she had been forced
back and down across the car seat. It was then Rhonda felt the hot head
of his lust thickened penis touch her thigh, and she jumped from the
electric contact of pulsating hardness against her fevered skin. Groaning
in his uncontrollable passion, Bob began forcing her now tightly closed
legs apart, and the frantically squirming girl could feel his great
pulsating cock trembling like an impossibly large wedge being driven into
and splitting a tinder-dry log. As he rammed it repeatedly against her
partially opened thighs.
And then, as if in the throes of some consuming pain, Bob put both of
his big hands on her nakedly quivering breasts, squeezing them painfully
before lowering his head and planting hot, moist kisses upon the twin
mounds, all the while murmuring like a madman, “Oh, oh, ohhhhhh, God,
baby … Oh, Jesus! I’m going to cum, honey. I can’t help it!”
She felt his hotly throbbing penis begin to jerk out of control
against her soft white thighs, felt a hot jetting spurt splash against the
innocent folds of her pussy — another, and another, a whole series of
eruptions that flooded her cuntal area and thighs with sticky semen that
flowed down to pool on the car seat beneath her. Bob had been mewling and
convulsively, twitching above her, planting those hot, liquid kisses on
her still quivering breasts as his seed emptied out on his wildly
ejaculating cock onto her naked flesh while she tried to force him off of
her …
Well that had been the beginning, she thought, as she now lay on the
squelching, gurgling water bed, staring the famous senator from Minnesota
in the eye on the television set. What would you think, dear Senator, she
silently asked the gesticulating man on the screen, if you knew I was
laying her on my bed ready to play with myself? The thought was lewd,
indecent and just too enticing to resist! Would you like to watch me? she
thought as she flipped over on her back and let her hands roam over the
hillocks of her curvaceous and golden tan body, the sixty-odd year old
face in front of her transforming into that of her twenty-five year old
lover now back in the Senator’s home state of Minnesota. With a twinge of
delightful irony, Rhonda found herself filled with the same kind of
tingling arousal she had felt on that night with Bob. And oh, how varied
and wonderful had their sex life become since that virginal night! If you
only knew, Mamma …
Her mind was beginning to drift with the same kind of mindless
excitement, the same attitude Or not caring about the consequences as her
mind carried her on to further heights of sexual fantasy — to the feel of
Bob’s warmly pulsing penis inside her cunt, to the touch of his lips and
hands on her naked flesh. She began to squirm in the growing passion on
the bed, and her wetly aroused cunt began to secrete its liquid
excitement, moistening her panties as it had that night in the car. There
was a tender aching Up between her legs, and the need for release of her
ever-increasing passion was becoming too strong!
Involuntarily, the young redhead’s hands began to move down again
along her tautly rippling belly. Knowing what was about to happen, she
forced them up, but they immediately went back down again as if they were
controlled by the hands of an invisible robot. The inside of her mouth
was dry, and she ran her tongue over her lips several times in an effort
to rid herself of the arid taste. Oh God, this feels so fantastic, she
thought dimly. If Bob were here now I’d fuck his head off! Oh, to feel
him inside of me, so hard and so anxious.
But in that moment she didn’t care what she was working herself up
to. Her hands were moving sensuously around to her front now, moving
across the full firmness of her pliant young breasts. Gradually, she
began opening and closing her legs as she massaged her sensitive mounds of
warm flesh, the sound of the babbling politicians and their insipid wives
seeming to consume her very being. She watched, fascinated, her own
fingers began plucking at the snaps of her bikini bra top; but, finding
them too time consuming, gave up her attempt. Her hands traveled almost
greedily up and down her body now, over the bra-encased mounds of her
breasts, down to her throbbing pubic mound, across the smoothness of her
taut little brown belly.
Rhonda was a tall young woman, with long slender model’s legs and
fully rounded hips and breasts, and her hands seemed to be seeking
knowledge of every inch of her proportionately lovely flesh. She ran her
nail teasingly over the area up between her thighs, arching her long limbs
up and spreading them open to the delicious, forbidden delights which her
caresses were instilling within her body. Her mouth was parted, and her
brain was whirling with the heat of her growing lust; she flailed her head
from side to side on the over-sized pillow, her long, red hair swirling in
a tangled cascade of shimmering loveliness. The magazine she’d been
reading was kicked off the bed, as her hands continued their mad pace up
and down, down and around, teasing her now-fevered flesh into even more
intense arousal, her brain alive with lewd thoughts of her fiancee’s long
hard penis sawing in and out of her wetly throbbing cunt …
Rhonda arched her back, her hands moving behind and under her to
quickly unsnap the catches of her bikini top; she had to have her breasts
free, had to touch the rigid nipples without the encumbrance of clothing.
She pulled the top off, tossed it to the floor beside the bed, and her
hands hungrily engulfed the soft warmth of her alabaster mounds. Slowly,
rhythmically, she began to roll the nipples back and forth, squeezing them
and then releasing them, squeezing, then releasing …
The entire time she was thinking: No, no, this is wrong, it’s sick!
Rhonda Baker, masturbating like a teenage girl after she’s read one of her
Daddy’s sex books. But God, it feels good!
Her right hand left her nakedly quivering breast and moved slowly
down over her stomach to the elastic waistband of her panties. In spite
of her self-recrimination, her shame at what she was doing, she wasn’t
able to stop herself. There was only her urgency now, frantic need for
release from the ever building whirlpools of passions inside her
shamelessly aroused body.
She was drawing her bikini bottoms down, drawing them sensuously over
her pubic mound while her other hand continued to stroke the nipple of one
breast. She raised up on the bed, pulling the wisp of a garment down to
her ankles, her eyes tightly shut, and then pulling them off completely so
that she was completely naked. She lay back again, one hand on her
breast, the other stroking first one thigh, then the other, carefully
avoiding for the moment the moist inferno of lust between her legs. Then,
when she could stand the pressure no longer, her eager hand shot to the
hotly pulsating folds of her pussy, and pressed against the wet sensitive
flesh there and she brought her legs up off the bed and splayed them wide
apart. Her tight little pussy was opened wide now as she gently eased her
outstretched finger into her wetly pulsating cunt.
She imagined it was Bob’s hand, his finger touching her there,
stroking her down there. She imagined it was he who was now caressing her
hair-lined cuntal lips until they seemed to be swollen with blood, until
her clitoris was as hard as his cock was hard. She found her sensitive
nerve bud with the tip of her searching finger and began to tease it back
and forth, running the nail around the quivering tip until the delight
caused her to jackknife her legs back up against her chest, mashing her
breasts flat. Her buttocks, white moons of the softest, most flawless
flesh imaginable, jerked and twisted in completely wantonness under her
fingering, and the resulting erotic sensations caused the sweat to bead
and shine on her lust-grimacing face, matting her hematin hair to her
scalp.
OH, if only Bob were here! she groaned, through the daze of passion
which controlled her brain. I wish he was here playing with my pussy …
I wish he was going to put his penis inside my cunt … and fuck me, hard,
harder until he came and so did I … oh God, I want to cum so bad, so bad
… Bob, Bob, hurry home, baby.
Faster and faster, Rhonda’s finger fucked into her moistly clasping
cunt, deliberately teasing her clitoris and cuntal opening until her
orgasm was only moments away. Her hips thrashed and pounded the waterbed,
making it dip and sway in waves in rhythm to her own waves of pain-
pleasure coursing through her sensitive flesh. There was no guilt, no
shame for her in that frozen period of time; there was only the wonderful,
rapturous feelings of impending climax which were filling her very soul.
Her Irish Catholic Mamma was no threat to her now.

Chapter 2

Slowly, as she struggled for her climax, an unwelcomed sound
penetrated Rhonda’s lust filled brain: a knocking at the back door …
persistent … almost angry knocking. Now who in the hell could that be?
Oh, just a couple more minutes and I would have cum, thought Rhonda
aggravated by the intrusion.
Damn! she cursed under her breath, then quickly grasped her housecoat
from the foot of the bed as she shivered maddeningly from the impassioned
sensations still electrifying her loins. Who could it be?
“Rhonda … oh, Rhonnndaa!” came the unmistakable throaty female
voice of her neighbor, Marla Cushing.
“Damn it, Marla,” Rhonda thought dejectedly as she slipped into the
robe, hurriedly buttoned it and then gave her hair several quick pats.
“Oh, there you are, honey,” the voice gushed as Rhonda approached the
kitchen door with a forced calm that belied the inner turmoil she felt.
“I hope I didn’t get you away from the TV?” the thirty-five year old
divorcee continued. Then, not waiting to be invited in, she opened the
door, paused to let her German Shepherd enter first and then boldly
stepped in herself.
“No, that’s all right. I was watching the convention and that’s
always a bore,” she lied.
“That’s good. I hate to be an intrusion,” said the woman in a tone
that clearly indicated that she really wasn’t. Her eyes traveled up and
then down her neighbor’s scantily clad body. “I know you won’t mind …
you’ll have time by yourself now that Bob is gone …”
“Oh, yes …” thought Rhonda, wondering how her nosy neighbor
happened to know that Bob had left for Minneapolis. But then information
seemed to float to Marla’s ears from the wind.
“Would you do me a favor, dear?”
“Like what?”
“Taking care of Cesar here? You see,” she continued to gush
excitedly, then smiled broadly at her own cleverness in handling the
matter. “He’s really no trouble at all, but my brother-in-law and my
sister are coming down and they’re bringing their Doberman along with
them. Well, you can see right off that a Shepherd and Doberman will never
be friends …” Her dark eyes darted upwards again,” … it’ll only be
until the weekend …” Her eyes dropped, quickly swept the room, then
returned to Rhonda’s.
Rhonda remained motionless for a long moment, digesting the flow of
words which over the months she had become accustomed to. Her eyes
shifted from her shorts and halter clad neighbor to the dog who was still
sitting at his owner’s feet. Finally, Rhonda lifted her glance again,
studied those of the expectant woman, and said, “You take care of their
dog, and I take care of yours, is that it?” It didn’t seem to make much
sense, all this shuffling of pets, but then Marla was not one to accept a
refusal.
“Okay,” Rhonda leaned back against the kitchen counter hands folded
over her chest. “I know what to feed him,” she said looking at the mangy
dog, unkempt and obviously in need of a bath. Other than that, he was a
majestic, handsome animal, well-trained, despite the scatter-brained
owner. Rhonda stepped forward to place a gentling hand on the other woman
and began guiding her toward the door. “I’ll do my best …”
“Oh, I JUST knew you’d come through, dear,” Marla said happily as she
stodgily allowed herself to be guided toward the door. “You’re so sweet,
just so sweet …”
The door clicked behind her. “Thank you!” came the muffled voice of
Marla, even through the closed door.
For several minutes, Rhonda stood silently, then smiled down at the
handsome animal as she ambled toward her.
“What is it, Cesar?” she cooed softly. “Are you hungry, baby?” she
continued, lovingly stroking the mighty dog’s head. “Poor thing, having
such a scatter-brain for a mistress …” Rhonda was down on her haunches
now, stroking the dog’s head and looking into his mysteriously deep,
soulful eyes. “Look at you! Why you look as if you haven’t had a bath
for years!” she cooed softly.
The pleasing sound of the young woman’s soft, crooning voice together
with the gentle pressure of her small hand filled Cesar with warm-hearted
relish. Instinctively, he raised his head and began licking her hand to
impart his growing attachment to her.
“Let’s run some bath water for you and then see if there’s anything
in the frig that suits your fancy.”
The intelligent animal whined, almost as if he knew what she was
saying, Rhonda thought, as she embraced him against her leg and continued
stroking his head.
Cesar whimpered softly, partially in awareness to her melodious voice
bestowing kindness and love, but even more because he had sensed in his
closeness against her, a poignant smell not unfamiliar to him, a heady
scent which immediately inspired trained responses inside his sleek,
muscular body — the human mating aura he had been skillfully educated by
his female owner to recognize … and satisfy.
Her mind still a conglomeration of mixed-veined thoughts, Rhonda
opened the refrigerator and bent down to retrieve a steak bone left from
the special dinner she’d prepared for Bob’s departure, and in celebration
of Sharon’s visit.
Behind the bent figure, Cesar’s head abruptly nudged forward in
underneath the hem of her loose housecoat.
Rhonda was frozen into immobility at the feel of the unmistakable
cool wetness of Cesar’s nose high on the softness of her inner thigh! Why
she didn’t jerk upright in shock fear, or at least, a smattering of self-
decorum, she could only lay to the prurient incitement which still
smoldered inside her loins. Instead, she continued to stoop there,
waiting, knowing that the big dog’s head was wedged up under her short
robe from behind, animalishy sniffing. And then, the hot unmistakable lap
of his long slippery tongue snaked up against her still moistened cuntal
lips! Good God! He’s sensed my erotic state!
It had to be that! His searing tongue felt like a firebrand
caressing the swollen lips of her still feverishly throbbing pussy!
Again, he licked, and she hung there in her stooped-over position as he
drew the long wet length of his tongue undeniably between her partially
spread cuntal lips, licking along the entire hair-lined furrow.
Then he growled, softly.
“Wh-what has that strange woman been teaching you, baby?” Rhonda
gasped incredulously.
The massive German Shepherd uttered another muted growl, and the
sensually intoxicated young woman wasn’t sure why … whether for the bone
she held, or because he sensed the rekindled passion up between her
trembling thighs!
Good God! I’ve got to get hold of myself! she thought as she held
the bone out to the attentive dog who accepted it willingly. “Now you be
a good dog,” she said aloud. Then, without a warning, a shiver of lewd
excitement coursed through her body, and for a moment she shook
uncontrollably, staring down at the dumb animal … and wondering. Then
she turned and made shakily for the bathroom.

Chapter 3

Rhonda could not repress a sharp twinge of excitement as she made her
way to the bathroom with the furry German shepherd right behind her now
and occasionally brushing against her naked legs. The feel of his rough
fur along her slick skin sent sensual shivers all the way up her soft
inner thighs and into the redly crinkled outskirts of her love-starved
pussy. She felt faintly confused by this curious sensation and her
subsequent reaction, but still was not prepared at the conscious level to
admit to herself that she found this wild and strange animal erotically
intoxicating. The timing had been too perfect; almost as if her nosy
neighbor had been peeking through the window and waiting for the right
moment to tempt her. From stories she’d heard about the divorced woman, a
borderline alcoholic who chain-smoked cigarettes and invited delivery boys
into her apartment for hours at a time, Rhonda would not be surprised at
anything.
“Well, here we are, handsome,” she said as they entered the bathroom.
And then, because she always did this, it seemed the natural thing for her
to drop her housecoat from her lovely body, revealing her sleekly
proportioned flesh in all Titian desirability.
Cesar’s big brown eyes fairly flared at this exotic and spell binding
presentation of feminine loveliness. Unhindered now, the heady scent of
her hungering pussy wafted clearly to him and made his loins pulse with an
answering desire.
Rhonda turned, feeling her cheeks flush hotly as she realized that
Cesar’s burning hot eyes were upon her as she stood there naked. That
brutish animal might have been her Bob, gazing at her lusciously naked
body, for all the attentiveness he was relishing upon her. She glanced
instinctively into the cabinet mirror, and then looked away. There was
certainly no harm in disrobing before this animal! She looked at her firm
highly-set breasts. No, of course not. After all, it was not as if it
were a man she was alone with, was it?
Laughing nervously, the redheaded woman bent down and gave Cesar a
light fondling around his snout. “You little devil, you,” she giggled.
“You’ve got eyes that get right up between a woman’s legs, don’t you?”
Cesar gave a muffled whine and licked her hand. Rhonda really liked
the dog now, and he reminded her of a pet she had as a child. Another
German shepherd, though a female. Besides, any admirer was better than
the television set and those silly politicians. Feeling like Venus as she
appraised her own voluptuous body in the surrounding mirrors, she realized
that even Bob hadn’t looked at her supple, curvaceous flesh like that in a
long time. Was that fair?
Smiling seductively at herself, she shook out her long, glowing red
hair. Then she turned away from Cesar towards the bathtub, presenting to
him the juicy rounds of her buttocks, which joggled tantalizingly before
his longing eyes as she moved back the shower curtain and then bent over
in order to turn on the faucets.
From this position Cesar could make out just the barest wisps of her
pubic hair poking back between her quivering thighs to the juncture of her
smoothly formed ass cheeks, and he snorted hotly in familiar anticipation.
Rhonda meanwhile had cut off the drain and found a suitable
temperature for the water. She moved it around with her hands to be sure
it wouldn’t be too hot or too cold for the doggey, who was to be her
companion for the next couple of days. And in that moment of complete and
vulnerable exposure, with her naked buttocks jutting lewdly back toward
Cesar’s face, the young woman had an experience that would have been
predictable for a woman of wider sexual experience, but which Rhonda Baker
constituted perhaps the most shattering physical adventure she had ever
had — or thought about in her entire life.
For, in that moment suspended between time and space, poised with all
of her lusciously tempting nakedness undulating in sexual promise over the
bath, she suddenly felt the hot, swiping tongue of an animal moving wetly
from an artful point just below her curl-fringed pussy lips, stroking
ardently through her quiescently enduring cuntal furrow, and up sharply
through the cleft in her buttocks to flick and poke expertly at her
virginal anus! This time there was no prompting for the lewd behavior: no
steak bone wielded temptingly in front of his sensitive and hungry nose,
no “good doggie” talk to be reciprocated.
“Aarrgghhh!” Rhonda groaned, as her pussy became alive with the
aftershocks of her near orgasm before her neighbor had intruded. And now
this reaction all because of a … German shepherd, a dog she’d only seen
a few times in the past.
This was outrageous! Before she could get a grip on herself, the
brutish animal repeated his lewd act, this time curling his tongue like a
scroll and pushing it obscenely up through the hair-lined lips of her
burning hot cunt. Rhonda held on to the edge of the bathtub trying to
collect her thoughts.
This was not even remotely similar to anything else sexual she’d ever
experienced, and she had thought she and Bob were sexually liberal! This
dog was putting her to the test! But Cesar’s sudden action worked on her
just as if she had let out this obscene growl of lascivious delight which
came from she knew where.
“Cesar. Good doggy!” Without a thought as to whether he would bite,
she reached in back of her and tried to push his snout away. But the feel
of his cold wet muzzle in her fingers and between her buttocks was a
second sensation so electrically erotic and stimulating that it could not
be tolerated for longer than a single instant.
And, in that instant, the single-minded stray continued his depraved
behavior with another hot, wet swiping lap up through her torrid cuntal
cleft to flick up maddeningly like a leather whip at her sensitive nether
entrance.
A fierce primitive groan of sensuality escaped Rhonda’s parted lips
once more, but, by now, she had also begun mumbling various incoherent
prayers in her head, trying to distract herself. In a small way this
seemed to work, and she managed miraculously to work up the strength from
her tortured limbs to push herself up from the bath. This also tended to
force the dog’s snout somewhat more snugly between her cleft moon
buttocks, and the threat of attack at her anus sent off another furious
thrill deep in her loins and immediate feelings of self-recrimination set
in.
What would Bob think if he knew he’d been replaced by a dog?
“Get away — oh God, Cesar! Get away! Can’t you see what you’re
doing to me?”
Her limbs felt so weak and helpless she couldn’t believe it. It was
as if she had become almost paralyzed with some illness in her muscles.
But her imprecations to the dog seemed to have done some good, for the
powerful animal now took her seriously and backed off across the bathroom
tiles away from her.
Indeed, Cesar was well-trained enough to know when a human really
meant her protests and when she didn’t. When he sensed that his beautiful
new redheaded mistress actually was serious about wanting a respite, he
backed off immediately. He had learned through long experience as well
that it was not wise to force the issue with a female who was not quite
ready. A smart dog and well able to play the waiting game, he sat down on
his haunches in one corner of the bathroom and stared at her with his
muzzle resting on his paws and his big dark eyes brooding and thoughtful.
He would wait for her. Forever, if need be …
Especially now that his mistress, the one next door, had replaced him
for the weekend with her sister’s dog. He’d show her he wouldn’t be left
out in the cold with no warm, sweet-smelling woman to cuddle up to at
night!
Visibly shaken, Rhonda managed to straighten up and find her way to a
standing position. She steadied herself as best she could with one hand
on the tub, then sat down on its edge until she could get her breath. She
would have sat down of the toilet seat, across the way, but her muscles
had turned to jelly, and she was huffing and puffing and her heart
pounding as if she’d just run the three-minute mile.
“So … you … so that’s what you … you do … shame!”
It seemed like years before the thousand vibrating pieces her loins
had smattered into finally came back together again, and even then they
continued to jump for some time before she could get to her feet again.
Still intent on giving her new charge a bath, she staggered over to the
sink to get a brush, rubbing her thighs tightly together in an attempt to
[CENSOR] some of the terrible pressure that was building between her shivering
legs.
“You — you naughty dog,” she said, only mildly cross and really less
cross that she thought she should be, shaking the brush at him. “You must
never do that again. You hear? Or you’re going back to that crazy
mistress of yours … for keeps! Somehow, I really don’t think you want
to do that …” The last was said with a half-smile.
Cesar cringed down on the tile and looked up at her with woeful eyes.
He wanted to please his new mistress, and couldn’t understand her sudden
burst of anger — she had smelled so ready for him. What was the matter?
Rhonda glanced at herself in the mirror. Her face had gone
completely crimson and she was surprised to see that her nipples had
tautened again. If that was the effect of a little playful show of
affection by a charming dog like this one, then Bob had definitely left
her alone one night too long! Surely the dog had meant nothing sexual by
it — dogs always licked people when they were happy. If she hadn’t been
in such an unusual position he might have licked her face, or her hand.
It was natural for him to be so demonstrative.
But not so natural for her to be blushing so hotly and aroused to the
extent that her loins felt as if they were filled with honey. She had to
get a grip on herself.
“Come here,” she said imperiously to the dog, pointing at the floor
in front of her.
Cesar got up obediently and went over to her standing at attention
with his tongue panting out. Then he was thrilled again as his beautiful
mistress got down on her knees, her milk-white breasts ballooning nakedly
against his furry body as she began brushing out his snarled and filthy
coat.
Rhonda could not keep back a shiver of excitement as the erotically
stiffened tips of her breasts brushed back and forth over Cesar’s shaggy,
unkempt body, his fur tickling titillatingly at the already sensitive
puckered little nerve buds. Her breasts had always been unusually tender
and the feel of his muscular canine body against her smooth, sleek white
flesh was totally unlike anything the yearning redhead had ever
experienced before. She couldn’t label it either. It was not obscene —
and yet it was. It was warmth and affection and understanding and love,
and all the thousand and one cozy things that dogs and humans find
together, and yet it was more than that. And she liked the feel. “Why
hadn’t she thought of getting a dog herself?
“Now … is that better?” she crooned, her nostrils flaring without
her certain knowledge, the outer well of her pussy becoming quietly
flooded with moisture as it poised in readiness for some obscure,
unnamable thing. She ran the brush through Cesar’s rough coat,
straightening out the snarls and making it smooth and sleek again, as it
should be. Of course, he hadn’t known what he was doing. He was just a
dumb animal. He couldn’t have had any idea what his licking of her
responsive pussy was doing to her. After all, he wasn’t a man.
Not that she had ever permitted her fiancee to do anything so filthy.
Oh sure, though, Bob had tried, begged her, but she’d always managed to
talk him out of it at the last minute, asking him to wait for marriage.
But if such a thing could be so wildly stirring, could it be that it
was she who was wrong, to have put him off? She was getting all mixed up.
But this was all harmless. If she was aroused it was merely for Bob
… then, too, there was that little stretch of time on the waterbed when
he had gotten so hot.
“There, is that better?” she asked as she finished giving Cesar’s
coat its first set of strokes, swinging her long red hair back over her
shoulder.
Only to have Cesar answer by abruptly turning his head and darting
out his long thick tongue to wash wetly and intoxicatingly across her
startled open mouth. “Why — !” But before she could finish, his tongue
had artfully inserted itself between her lush red lips and he was French
kissing her, stuffing that long wet tongue all the way into her mouth,
licking at her even white teeth and all around the sides of her gasping
mouth.
She tried to fend him off by gripping his shaggy fur around his neck,
but instead found herself responding in a way that was wholly unexpected.
His kiss was so like Bob’s — except for the size of his tongue, which of
course, was so much bigger — that she couldn’t seem to keep herself from
kissing him back. She sucked on his tongue luxuriously, and licked it all
over with instinctive adoration of its dominating maleness. And instead
of pulling away, her softly mounded breasts pressed themselves snug into
the warmth of his fur, and she felt a wave of warm cuntal moisture shoot
down from her loins in natural feminine response.
But this was terrible! The urge to lie down on the bathroom floor
and spread her legs for him — for this dog! — was overwhelming!
Rhonda was incredulous! She had known that she was in a mildly
turned-on state, but hadn’t guessed for a minute that desire could be
unleashed so awesomely like this, with the swiftness and force of a mighty
river breaking through its own floodgates and spilling forward in a great
tidal wave of emotion.
It seemed like an endless decade for a kiss. She couldn’t seem to
get her breath. She knew that the wetness from her hopelessly aroused
cunt was seeping into the already tangled red curls of her pubic hair, but
she couldn’t seem to do anything about it. Her breasts were alive with a
throbbing that threatened to break her heaving chest and her hard little
nipples ached to be sucked. Indeed, she probably, wouldn’t have been able
to tear herself away if suddenly the water in the bathtub hadn’t
threatened to overflow. As it was, she was barely able to break from
Cesar’s passionate animal kiss and rush to the taps in time. Turning them
both off, she whirled around just in time to keep Cesar from pushing his
snout up again between her legs.
“I know you now, you — you lecher,” she warned him, shaking her
finger at him. “You know just what you’re doing, don’t you? Well, you’re
not going to do it again — not here. You can try that on some of your
other women friends. Don’t you feel any shame?”
But Cesar only grinned malevolently and she realized with a
quickening of her overexcited heart that she had taken the wrong tack.
“Well,” she sniffed, “you’ve really hurt my feelings. But anyway, I
promised you a bath and that’s what you’re going to get. Get in the tub.”
Cesar put his forelegs on the edge of the bath and with an effortless
little shuffle born of long experience he clambered over the edge with his
hind legs, too, to tall with a splash into the soapy, warm water.
“Well, there’s just a little too much water, but you stay there and
behave yourself while I take the plug out. I’m warning you …”
The big dog grinned, his large tongue lolling out. True to her word,
she watched him carefully as she removed the stopper and some of the water
gurgled out until the bath was only half full! Cesar stood quietly
watching her from the other end of the tub; his dark eyes shining with
both love and confusion at his new keeper’s actions. What was the matter?
Didn’t she want to play? Why had she scolded him so harshly? Maybe this
was a new game.
Even though she now had some inkling of the dog’s lecherous
intentions, it hadn’t quite registered with Rhonda just precisely in what
danger she was. She hadn’t bothered to put on her robe. So despite all
the warning she had, Rhonda was still to some extent blissfully unaware of
the true situation as her canine visitor waited in patience with his big
brown eyes trained unnervingly on her. Her naked breasts swayed
hypnotically before him, just a tongue’s length away from his open mouth,
and the tantalizing scent of her loins was driving Cesar crazy. Now, as
she began to soap up a large sponge, getting on her knees at the side of
the tub, the tormented dog’s penis jerked and bounced with anticipation,
filling hotly with blood.
The sponge foamed with lather as she squeezed it. Now she was ready.
He would get a bath and that would be the end of it. So she filled the
sponge with water again and again as she ran it over his heavy animal
body, squeezing the lather out all over him. The water dripped down from
his crown, over his back, along his rib cage, over his quivering tail, and
finally down along a gleaming red point which Rhonda was surprised to find
emerging from beneath his belly.
So she looked more closely. Then it occurred to her that it was her
curiosity to begin with that had prompted her to bring the dog into the
bath in the first place. She had entertained, subconsciously, thoughts
about canine sex. But how it had backfired! She had learned more about
canine sex in the last five minutes than she thought she would want to
know in her entire lifetime!
And then she saw it — Cesar’s gradually stiffening penis peeping
redly from its soft hairy surrounds. So this was what a dog’s penis
looked like … and in that instant the naive young woman was hypnotized
with curiosity. Unthinkingly, her hands began to soap more and more under
and around the furry pointed sheath of his loins, and in another moment
her hands had actually fondled Cesar’s testicles and bumped against his
slowly expanding organ.
She was really surprised that the dog could have such large
testicles, and more than a little alarmed at the way his cock was growing.
By now her curiosity was fully aroused. She found herself wondering how
large his organ might be when it reached complete, blood-hardened
erection. It was already sticking out several inches from its furry
hiding place.
More and more her hands and fingers came to squeeze and stroke
Cesar’s rapidly expanding member, and with each fleeting caress it seemed
to get bigger and bigger. Unknown to her conscious mind, her hands
fondled his genitals along with the sponge which ostensibly she was using
to wash him.
Now Rhonda was also finding herself becoming more and more excited.
Cesar had such a beautiful body, with such strong sleek muscles. She
admired his handsome canine head, and couldn’t help but think back to that
fiery kiss he had given her. Why, it was ridiculous, but if the water
hadn’t been running over the edge of the tub, the silly dog might have
seduced her with that kiss!
But what was she thinking of? A dog couldn’t seduce a woman. And
yes, Cesar very definitely had a penis, she could see that. Rhonda
gulped, her throat feeling very dry. A wave of curious excitement washed
through her loins at the sight of the dog’s gleaming red cock. My God!
It was getting bigger than Bob’s! And it was still expanding!
What would it feel like to have such a massive thing pounding deep up
inside her? Her cuntal walls felt all fluttery just contemplating it.
Bob wouldn’t be here to make love to her for so long, that her mind seemed
fixated on the subject of sex — had been since he’d kissed her good-bye.
And now that she was alone with this majestic German shepherd, her mind
was jumbled with incoherent thoughts of indulgence in things forbidden and
obscene.
The trembling redhead wondered idly if Cesar had ever fucked a woman.
Was it the same as fucking another dog? How did it make him feel? Did he
have any emotional attachment to Marla for that reason? Had the other
women found themselves in the very position she was in now … and what
had they done? Had they let him fuck them? God! There was no denying it
— Cesar had driven her crazy with his sneaky but expert licking of her
pussy just a few moments ago. But surely there couldn’t be anymore than
that between a woman and a dog … or could there?
She felt her breath coming faster and faster. There was no denying
now that the viscous secretions of her cunt were flowing rapidly at a
truly remarkable rate. It occurred to her again that she was alone here
with Cesar and would be the whole day … tomorrow too, and that whatever
happened here between them was more of a secret by far than anything she
might do with a human male. She had been thinking about masturbating …
hadn’t she? Why not let an animal do it for her?
She needed it, needed a man’s hard hot penis sliding wetly in and out
of her aching cunt. She needed something! A dog like Cesar, being mute,
was perfectly discreet. Whatever happened here today was their secret,
foolish or wise or silly. No one would ever know.
No one would ever know.
Rhonda blushed nervously. She had the most terrible guilty feeling
in her fluttering belly. What on earth was she thinking of? She wanted
to giggle and race around the house naked. The most terrible feeling of
abandon was in her, making her already quivering breasts rise and fall in
heavy gasps.
By now Cesar’s swollen cock had come spinning out through the soap
suds to grow to truly astounding proportions. Rhonda’s long-fingered
hands groped and massaged obscenely beneath the dog’s belly, feeling along
the entire fearfully pulsing length of his penis. She was quite
fascinated at the way his penis tapered up to the tip. A cock like that
promised a fresh thrill with each new inch, and, it was fiercely exciting
to the mesmerized woman to think that her touch was producing this
fantastic bestial arousal. She could feel his testicles throbbing in her
gently cupping palms, and she knew they were churning with sperm inside.
For a moment she seemed to go dizzy. It was wildly erotic to be
fondling the dog’s sexual equipment, and probably illicit as well. But if
no one would ever know, did it matter?
She gasped and trembled as his cock continued to burst in size.
Taking her other hand out of the bath for a moment, she reached down and
pushed her middle finger across the warm sticky lips of her cunt, finding
them moist and swollen and the tender curls of her pussy hair drenched
with her passionate — secretions. She was alarmed and excited all put
together. If only there was some way to satisfy herself — her cravings
were flying altogether out of control now. She desperately needed
something shoved up into her waiting pussy … and now!
Cesar whimpered and her attention was drawn back to him. “Was I
neglecting you, my darling?” she cooed, both her hands once more milking
his desire-enlarged cock and balls. His cock looked almost a good eight
inches long now, and as she ran her thumb and forefinger over its slippery
length, measuring it, she couldn’t keep back a yearning sigh at its
wonderful feel.
“I’ll bet you understand a woman and her needs, don’t you, Cesar?”
she murmured softly. “You’ve got a marvelous cock there. Any woman would
be proud and happy to have a penis like yours inside her cunt …”
Cesar whimpered as if in understanding. He wasn’t quite sure what
she was saying, but the silken tone of her voice and the way her fingers
were stroking his aching cock were driving him insane.
“Do most women like you to fuck them with that, precious?” And she
pronounced the lewd word seductively with her tongue glorying in the
wicked sound of it. Then she tickled his penis until some cum oozed from
the tip onto her fingers, and the urge to lick it was terrific. “Its like
a club. Oh, Lord, what’s coming over me? But you know, don’t you baby,
because you’re the one who’s causing it to come over me … You’ve wanted
it all along, right! You little devil!”
Cesar seemed to laugh, and then suddenly his long, pink tongue darted
forward to insert itself through her open lips. This time Rhonda was
again taken completely by surprise, and in addition she was still holding
the dog’s massive member in her hand, and this made his kiss doubly
exciting.
Her pussy hair was becoming literally drenched with her honey-like
cuntal moisture and he thrust his enormous tongue backward into her throat
and began seemingly fucking her mouth with it. Lifting his foreleg, he
pawed at her nakedly heaving breasts, scratching at her sensitive nipples
until Rhonda could not keep back a heartfelt moan of pure ecstasy.
Her cunt felt like it was on fire. There was no way to escape. She
had to admit it to herself now — yes, she loved this exciting kiss! And
she would have fucked anything that walked in that door!

Chapter 4

“But, lover — Cesar, oh …” the sex-hungry redhead gasped
incoherently, not knowing who, or what or where she was. All she knew was
that this powerfully demanding animal kiss was making her cunt literally
churn with lust. Her hotly quivering thighs felt as if they were
disintegrating, while the moisture of her passion trickled by the seeming
cupful from her wildly tingling walls and trembling cunt lips to soak into
her already thickly soaked red pubic hair.
Her hands seemed to be moving helplessly, wonderingly all over the
dog’s magnificent furry body as he stood there so motionlessly in the
bath. Her tremulous breasts felt swollen to bursting and as if they were
being caressed by hundreds of tiny hands. She sucked lingeringly all the
while on his long, fluid tongue, all the time repeating to herself over
and over again: no one will ever know, no one will ever know …
Her fingers reached down in the water to release the plug and send
the water rushing down the drain. Her loins were so inflamed that she
didn’t see how she could wait a single second longer without going out of
her mind. Especially now that Cesar was somewhat spruced up and smelled
so fresh and clean. She hoped and supposed that it wouldn’t take much to
get him to lap at her cunt again. Maybe that would relieve some to the
terrible tickling and itching in her loins … Oh God, what on earth was
she thinking? But no, no, it was true. She would let him if he tried
again. She just had to have some relief!
Rhonda was amazed and alarmed as the bath water ran out to discover
just how masterfully hung her house guest was. It was one thing to be
caressing his penis with her hands when it was partially concealed with
lather and soapy water, but quite another to be seeing it without anything
to obscure its powerful size.
For the moment she felt just the slightest fear — a fear of the sort
natural to a virginal girl who is not quite sure that her snug, tender
young insides are adequate to the task of receiving a full-sized, lust-
engorged penis. She wanted to laugh out loud. At her age, to be as
apprehensive as a sacrificial virgin!
Her hands reached for the panting German shepherd and helped him to
clamber over the edge of the tub, then watched him wildly spray water all
over the bathroom as she shook himself in the center of the rug. She
wasn’t quite sure what she wanted of him, or what he wanted of her, or
what they wanted of each other, but whatever it was, now was the time for
it.
“Hurry, lover,” she whispered, blowing warmly into one of his pointed
ears until Cesar quivered with hot delight. “Hurry, come in here with me
and let’s lay down on my nice water bed. Let’s see what we can do for
each other. You’ve got to help me, Cesar, before I go crazy!” Her hands
brushed fondly up and down along his sleek wet back, growing more urgent
and excited by the minute. She had to get him to lick her cunt if it was
the last thing she ever did! No one would ever know!
“Hurry, darling!” she moaned, moving swiftly to the door of her
bedroom. Now that her mind was made up and she was spinning hopelessly
over the edge of obscene and illicit desire, she was in no mood to wait a
single second longer. She had fought mightily with all her willpower to
resist this forbidden thing, whatever it was, but it was no use. She had
her needs and they were driving her mad, and felt totally willing to give
in now that she had adequately rationalized away her depravity. She
decided that her sanity was at stake, and consequently, almost any
debauchery was justified in her mind. She had to save her mental health
in order to continue living from day to day. After all, it was completely
Bob’s fault, the dirty wretch, for leaving her alone with nothing to think
about except their wedding plans and her sexual needs. “In here,
quickly.”
The full-bodied young woman held the bathroom door open for Cesar,
then closed it tightly behind him. The big dog stared at the television
set that still hummed with the roll call from the fifty states, and then
he paused at the edge of the water bed, not quite certain if that’s what
his new mistress meant for him to do.
“Come on, up, up …”
Rhonda found herself thrilling as she watched his powerful form
moving about so god-like and forceful. Cesar was a law unto himself. He
knew nothing about making a living or providing for her, or about real
estate or anything else. He was just a marvelous animal who had been born
for this moment and none other.
She didn’t hesitate a minute, but moved quickly across the carpeted
floor, her cheeks flushed with both excitement and anxiety. What on earth
was she doing?
She didn’t hesitate a minute, but moved quickly across the carpeted
floor, her cheeks flushed with both excitement and anxiety. What on earth
was she doing? Would she be able to look at herself in the mirror
tomorrow? Oh God, did it even matter?
“Move over,” she commanded, and he did so as she lay down on one side
of the big waterbed. Then she raised up her knee and slowly inched her
voluptuously proportioned body over toward the center of the gurgling bed.
Cesar leaped joyously out of the way, clambering over her legs while she
got herself into position.
At last! At last she was ready. This was action he could
understand!
By now Rhonda’s long milk-white legs were completely spread open in
the center of the bed, and she allowed herself a luxury she hadn’t had
time to finish, pressing her two fingers in between her steaming wet
cuntal lips and driving them deep inside her churning cunt until a stifled
groan of desire broke from her lips that was like the sound of a great
amen.
That was it, she thought dreamily as she gently pistoned her fingers
in and out of her seeping cunt. This was what she had been waiting for.
This was what all her unrequited passion had been building to. Hopefully,
this time there would be no intrusion.
She tried to ready for him as she finger-fucked herself in a frenzy
of satisfying lust. Why had she denied herself before. Why had she felt
funny masturbating in front of the television screen? She couldn’t
remember now, and anyway, it didn’t matter.
“Cesar … please … help me … do what you did before … please
…”
But the handsome and dashing dog merely looked down at her with a
superior air, appearing to be waiting for something. What was it? What
more did he need?
“Lick me,” she blurted out blatantly, surrendering. “Lick my cunt.”
The big dog appeared to laugh, and then his head inclined and he
moved forward between her scissor-opened legs. With a single long,
swiping movement, his snout went down and forward, and then his tongue was
snaking out lizard-like and whipping through the moist wet furrow of her
vulnerably spread cunt, ripping her soul to shreds.
“Aaarrrggghhh,” she groaned, her beautiful red-tressed head flailing
backwards, her pelvis region thrusting upward to meet his ardent tongue.
She had done it now, debased herself — and it was wonderful! There was
no need turning back. And in a sense she must have realized that from the
first moment she felt her belly trembling when she gazed down into the
dark limpid pools of his hot and sexy brown eyes. The rest had been
courtship. She knew now that she wanted this thing — this marvelous
thing — no matter how obscene or illicit it was. Indeed, the very
forbiddenness of their situation added a measure of excitement that was
exotic in the extreme. As the big dog’s tongue lapped through her warmly
seeping pussy slit, her glistening cuntal lips clung to it like a woman
clutching at her lover. The rough texture of his tongue seemed to
magnetically bind her tender cuntal folds to it.
And then Cesar did something that was so fiercely exciting and
intoxicating it fairly took her breath away. For all of a sudden that
fearful furry seducer drove his cold wet snout right up into her steaming
pussy flesh, wedging it in as deeply as he could. Then when he’d done
that he began punctuating his snout in and out of her convulsing cunt with
a savagely swift, staccato-like movement.
“Oh! Oh! Oh!” she screamed. “What are you doing to me?” she
demanded to know as he punched his snout in and out between her legs with
machine-gun like thrusts. This was wild, crazy. He left her with no room
to alter, cajole or implore. This was just the most furious, wonderful
[CENSOR] of her loins she’d ever encountered. The mind-drugging, soul-
dredging tattoo of his snout banging back and forth against her vulnerable
and open cunt sent her half way towards her orgasm before she knew what
hit her.
Rhonda had never had any experience like this before. Usually Bob
made love to her very affectionately before he even considered putting his
thick, blood-swollen cock into her cunt. But this brutish animal was
actually raping her with his nose! And she was loving every minute of it!
Frantic with desire, she gripped his ears wildly and tried to drag
his face all the way up inside her. And all the while she was moaning as
if she were delirious with fever.
“Oh, oh, Daaarrrllling!” she crooned, her head flailing from side to
side and her long red hair flying madly around the pillow. This was
totally the most mind-splitting experience she’d ever had. His snout was
pumping in and out of her loins like an oil driller, making her lust
spiral higher and higher with each lewd bestial thrust. She could feel
the bristly hairs all around his handsome jaw, whisking in and out of her
cunt as if they were going to rip her to pieces. But the pain didn’t
matter. Nothing did. There was only this wonderful feeling in her loins
which had turned her body to jelly. Only that mattered and nothing else.
Rhonda knew she was acting like a depraved whore, with her pelvis
gyrating obscenely over the stray dog’s crazily raping snout, but she
didn’t care. “Yesssss,” she hissed over and over, not even conscious of
what she was saying. The passion-drugged redhead squirmed and twisted
voluptuously on the bed and thrashed her body all over her lover-dog’s
face like a woman gone mad, heaving her firmly mounded breasts up and back
with primeval desire. The needs of her flesh had taken complete control,
shoving all other considerations far into the background
The eager German shepherd whimpered with growing need, feeling his
new mistress responding beneath him. Occasionally when she glanced
downwards she could glimpse his thickening red penis slipping ever so
slightly more from its well-concealed sheath, the tiniest drop of milk-
white sperm glistening in its red beveled tip.
A savage shudder of pure desire rippled through Rhonda’s hopeless
turned on flesh. She was almost there now, and the sight of her furry
lover’s enormous penis forced her still higher. The sheer eroticism of
her mad situation made her feel giddy to the point of weightlessness.
Here she was, lying on her own bed in her own bedroom, being ruthlessly
fucked by a dog! But it didn’t matter. The terrible, frustrating tingle
in her loins was being swamped by other equally tormenting sensations.
And here was the means, secret and discreet, for satisfying her lewd
desires.
Her hotly seeping red-fringed pussy seemed to be carried away on a
tide of sensuality. “Cesar!” she panted breathlessly. “That’s it,
darling! OH, baby!” But the sounds of her gasping throat came like a
choking gurgle, so that she herself couldn’t even identify the strange
sounds coming out of her mouth.
Her smoky, lust-glazed eyes peered down at her handsome canine lover
through a veil of lewd and lascivious yearning. Then her eyes glazed as
wave after wave of unbearable pleasure inundated her pleasure-starved
loins. A spot of licentious saliva appeared on her burning crimson lips.
Every move of the muscular animal waxing so hungrily between the shivering
legs made her thighs feel like water. All of her flesh seemed to have
disintegrated with weakness and the sheer force of her passion. There was
raging conflagration within her hair-fringed cunt that dominated her soul
totally and without mercy. Frenetic sensations of pure desire seemed to
be ripping her apart.
“Darling … oh good … that’s it … ohhhh … ohhhh, make your
mistress happy …” she tremblingly thrilled beneath his lavish nasal
fucking. Her pussy was so moist and flowing with passion she was afraid
she might faint from sheer joy.
And then he went back to licking her again. Rhonda uttered a
mindless little cry of pure heaven as her canine darling’s long, thick
tongue suddenly snaked out, curling wetly at its tip as it searchingly
splayed open the fervid, sensitive lips of her lasciviously waiting cunt.
And then before she could get her head back together, Cesar had laved his
way all the way down to the very mouth of her lust-inflamed pussy,
separating wetly the soft, hair-fringed folds, drawing with a scorching
heat upward and in between the swollen lips, and then finishing with an
agonizingly electrifying twist at the delicate little bud of her already
hotly vibrating clitoris!
Rhonda gurgled like a baby, out of her mind with ecstasy.
“Aaaarrrgggmmurfffgghhh …” This was unlike any other feeling in the
world. She wanted to burn up in it! Pressing her fingers into his soft
furry crown, she goaded him on as his lewdly lapping tongue assaulted her
most secretive inner recesses. Again and again the handsome brute
repeated his burning lingual caress, dragging gasps of pure lasciviousness
from the sex-intoxicated woman. His obscenely stroking tongue splayed
through the widespread crevice of her shivering white thighs, singeing her
exposed and vulnerable loins which were humping so lewdly up into his
face, her soft, sparse-curled pubic mound seething with primitive sexual
debauchery.
By now Cesar’s erotic lapping of her blazing cunt had left Rhonda no
better than a gibbering, whimpering idiot, wild to feel every last stroke
of that long artful tongue of her crazy-mad to know every last thrilled
mind-bending sensation that flowed from his electrified tip. Cesar’s
furry head was pursuing her pussy with an adoration she had never known
from her own fiancee.
As for the German shepherd, he was going wild with desire himself.
His enormous cock, red and angry-looking, was now fully exposed and
bobbing gently with lewd intent. And if he hadn’t been well trained by
someone long gone to work his mistresses up to fever pitch, he would have
done as he wished and sunk the entire bone-hard rod of his cock deep into
her, right to the hilt.
But he knew from vast experience what to do and he did it ruttishly,
his long wet tongue slavering through her red-curling pussy hair, then up
in scroll-form through her eagerly responding cuntal flesh to flick
artfully at the ecstasy-drenched clitoris at Rhonda’s cream-white thighs
shivered with longing.
The lustful scent of her loins made the dog’s sensitive nostrils
flare, and he lapped at her loins with increasing urgency, drawing up all
of the tender hair-fringed folds and then letting them slap back again
like liquid rubber. The moist pink flanges quivered with expectancy,
tremulous with desire for him, as the German shepherd’s heart beat
frantically and his penis felt as if it were bursting.
“You darling …” she hissed mindlessly, lost in a lust-drugged fit.
“That’s it, lap my cunt … oh, oh, you sweet baby … that’s it …” She
murmured endearments through passion-clenched teeth, her slender white
neck straining, her hips pumping upward into his face, and her long legs
thrashing. Her eyes were tightly shut, and her beautiful head lolled from
side to side on the pillow, rolling all of her long red hair back and
forth over her milky smooth shoulders. A tiny blue vein throbbed ardently
in her temple as all of her mature lust-ridden body gave itself over to
pure sensuality. The sheer exquisite joy of having her loins ransacked by
this handsome animal was incomparable.
“Darling! Ohhh … love me to death! Lick me … oh God, I’m dying
… God … don’t stop … oh … oh … Rhonda will cum in a minute lover
… don’t stop … faster … faster … lick my cunt … oh … God …
you’re … Ohhhhhh … BABEEEEEE!”
All the nerve endings in her sex-taut body seemed to be shrieking out
for completion … but only … only the most wonderful blinding orgasm
… would … ohhhh … ohhhh … ohhhh …
Rhonda had never known the equal of this lewd, feverish sensation
which had made such a furnace of her belly. The fluid cuntal channel
between her legs that became a raging rivulet at floodtide. The full,
sensually swollen mounds of her breasts felt as if they were bursting with
milk. Each time he lapped through her hair-fringed pussy, her belly
convulsed with new lust.
Her groans deepened with each long drawn-out lap of her cunt,
mingling with the lewd liquid noises of his tongue between her legs, and
filling the bedroom in a crescendo of carnal release. With one elbow, the
wildly groaning redhead raised herself momentarily to watch her animal-
lover, then fell backward again with a happy sigh. Her feverish brain had
become a blank to everything except his tongue, and her breathing now came
ragged, sharply punctuated gasps. She was trapped by an obscene emotion
that had no name. Then there was a swift, whooshing intake of her breath,
as Cesar’s irresistibly searching tongue splurted out between her widely
spread buttocks to worm its way up between her tingling ass cheeks to her
snug little anal mouth, where it lewdly burrowed in as deep as it could!
The voluptuously proportioned redhead was wracked with agony as she
twisted and turned on the waterbed that lifted and bounced like a ship on
winter seas. Her molten hot breasts heaved sensuously from side to side.
Blissfully the dog’s tongue continued splaying open the hotly welcoming
flesh — then lunging in a maddening invading curl all the way up into the
primitively clutching heat of her craving pussy! “Aaaaaarrrggghhh!”
Rhonda moaned with anguish, a moan that seemed not to have any
ending. Her entire cuntal regions spasmed with burning energy like an
exploding sun, and opening her sex-drugged eyes to feed lustfully on the
obscene spectacle of Cesar’s tongue lapping so madly between her shivering
white thighs only served to increase the maddening quiver of her belly.
She groaned giddily, everything inside her struggling for the climax that
was just out of reach. Her hotly smoldering flesh seemed to be burning up
in its own juices with each maddening lick and flick of the strange German
shepherd’s well-trained tongue!
Cesar licked deliriously, whining the whole time, his tongue lashing
her naked flesh like a whip, penetrating deeply through the warm, moist
hair-fringed folds between her obscenely bucking thighs. He slavered
thirstily in her ever-flowing cuntal secretions, adoring her melodious
sighs and moans and groans as they broke about his head in a tidal wave of
encouragement. And yet his ruttish instincts clamored for still more!
Consequently, he abruptly discontinued his lapping of her steaming loins
and backed away from her on his hairy haunches. Rhonda wailed with
anguish, gasped and drew herself up on her elbows, her long red hair
trailing out in back of her on the pillows, her eyes humid and smoky with
lust. Her abandoned pussy folds clutched hungrily after the swiftly
departing tongue, but it was no use. He was gone.
“Cesar! Darling, what have I done? Where are you going? Please
don’t stop!”
But the big German shepherd didn’t appear to be listening to her any
longer, despite her promising words. His eyes blazing with animal desire,
he continued backing away on the bed … until she saw it! His huge,
upraised red animal penis, completely exposed and glistening lewdly in its
blood-filled rigidity!

Chapter 5

Filled with wonder, her jaw hanging laxly, Rhonda Baker gasped at the
gleaming red penis that had emerged from its long furry cocoon beneath the
dog’s furry belly, thick and wet, it’s tapered end swaying tantalizingly
as it left the protective shield in an ever expanding length of canine
hardness.
It was bigger than she remembered Bob’s to ever have been! Rhonda
panted wordlessly, her eyes glazed over as she confronted this marvelously
formed canine cock sliding with such agonizing slowness from its soft
brown sleeve. Her mouth flooded with saliva. She had never been so
turned on in her life and ready to explode! She was thrilled beyond all
measure that it was her beauty which had aroused this powerful good
looking animal to such a pitch of lasciviousness that transcended all
bounds of known propriety.
She realized it now — he wanted to get between her legs and fuck
her, just as she had been secretly afraid of all along. And why shouldn’t
he want to? Wasn’t she beautiful? Could only a man appreciate a woman’s
beauty? And hadn’t Cesar proved that he knew all the little feelings and
nuances required of an ardent lover? Hadn’t he proved his adoration? So
why shouldn’t he fuck her, ram his thickly bloated animal cock high up
into her slippery passion drenched cunt?
But some reside of morality was still present in the inexperienced
wife’s mind, and suddenly she managed to protest in an agonized voice.
“Oh, my darling … we mustn’t … it’s wrong … forbidden … no matter
how much we want each other … oh God, I do love you … oh never … not
this … darling … don’t tempt me so …!”
But even as she stammered out all the awkward denials, she couldn’t
keep her lust-gazed eyes off his still expanding and lengthening animal
cock. “Ohhhh,” she squealed, hopelessly thrilled and in the grip of a
passion so obscene it was unnamable. “Yes, I love you … you know I do
… but how can we, lover, darling … how can we … oh God, we have to!
I can’t stand it! I’ve got to cum!”
And with this, all last remnants of puritan morality and Catholic
upbringing fled, and Rhonda uttered a sharp, piteous cry of anguished
desire. If only he had made her climax with his tongue, perhaps she
wouldn’t be so vulnerable. But it was too late now to ponder the
imponderable; she was hooked. A mere slave of the flesh to his ardent
canine whims, as she scrambled for the pillows, stacking them high under
her buttocks and hips so that soon her open pelvis was raised high into
the air as if on a dais for a temple goddess, and she rested back on her
shoulders with her glossy red hair spread out like a fan around her head.
This position forced the burning hot flanges of her cunt to open up
in an oval like a mouth waiting to be tongue-kissed. Beyond those open
and vulnerable portals Cesar could see all of her urgently waiting
wetness, waiting for the plunge of his lust-stiffened member. The
redheaded woman’s eyes glowed with lascivious desire, and then she pulled
her knees back again until they pressed into her erotically tingling
breasts, revealing still further the lewdly raised mound of her flaming
pussy, glistening with molten desire where it lay nakedly spread open
before him.
Rhonda raised her beautiful head to look down between her rising and
falling breasts and open legs at her handsome canine lover, who waited
patiently with his massive shining red cock bobbing with the instinctual
heartbeat of his lust. Beyond that lay his heavy, sperm-laden testicles
that wanted to spurt deeply up inside her waiting belly. “Yes, Cesar,”
she croaked shamelessly. “Fuck me now! I’m ready, darling!” She reached
between her legs and lewdly stroked her middle finger through her greedily
throbbing pussy with a savage erotic gesture. “Get it in, baby! Hurry,
lover!”
Cesar wanted to, but he had been waiting for her to turn over. He
had been trained to fuck women from behind, his paws clutching their soft
fleshy curves as they trembled excitedly under him. He was not familiar
with this new position. But his beautiful mistress was obviously ready
and eager for him, and his own heart was also beating with a sex-crazed
animal heat. Perhaps it was all right this new way!
Cesar whined as he moved hesitantly toward her on the waterbed. He
wasn’t sure he liked this strange bed that moved and gurgled every time he
moved. It made him almost sea-sick, but he couldn’t let that distract him
now! Then, cautiously so as not to lose contact in the lunge, he mounted
between Rhonda’s widespread legs, his canine head panting hungrily above
hers, as his huge jerking penis swung in toward the streaming heat of her
open pussy lips … and finally brushed against it!
“Ohhhhhh … oh darling … put it in … yes, hurry before I lose my
mind!” Rhonda closed her eyes tightly as if to shut out the terrible
waves of obscene guilt that were flooding her nakedly quivering flesh.
But then her arms were snaking up around his furry muscular body and she
was hugging him close, her softly moistened lips kissing all over his
hairy snout, her tongue stroking obscenely across his. And as he answered
her with his own licking of her passion-twisted features, she reached down
beneath him and her cool slender fingers gently gripped his slippery hot
animal-penis, parting her soft red pubic hair with its thick beveled tip,
and bringing it warmly into the pulsating opening of her surrendering
cunt.
“Oh, in me …” she sighed, as if she were cooing to Bob. “Ohhh,
darling! I need it so bad! Fuck me with it! Hurree! Oh, just the tip’s
inside me now, darling. Fuck it all into your hungry mistress’s cunt.
Hurry! My wonderful, wonderful Cesar!”
The convulsively gasping redhead gripped the dog’s swollen cock with
a hungry passion. It felt as hot and hard as a rigid iron bar and yet
soft and wet at the same time. And suddenly Cesar lurched forward as if
on cue. For moments he had felt her moistly clutching cuntal lips kissing
his cock, nibbling at the fiery red tip like something possessed, and now
he could take no more. He fucked forward with a primitive, purposeful
stroke to satisfy his wildly throbbing animal lust.
“Ugggghhhh!” Rhonda barked as the huge dog fucked his cock deep
inside her. At last! Her loins and brain were boiling like a witches’
cauldron. His penis rammed up so high into her belly she was afraid it
would come out her throat!
Cesar was squatting partially on his haunches between his mistresses
wide-splayed white thighs humping forward again and again to bury himself
to the hilt in her hotly churning cunt. Each time he thrust, his sperm-
bloated testicles came swinging forward, thumping with an obscene moist
smack into the smooth, widely split crevice of her buttocks. And then he
began pumping into her with the staccato speed of a wild machine.
“Urrrggghhharrrgggllldaaarling!” the groaning redhead gurgled
ecstatically reeling with pleasure beneath the neighbor’s dog’s fucking.
She felt as if she were already cumming, and her throaty cries became one
long, endless moan of mindless delight as he pistoned relentlessly up
between her legs. For Rhonda there was only Cesar, deadly earnest reaming
of her tender cunt, and nothing else. Her passion-dilated cuntal passage
flowered open like a rose in the hot summer sun. She would not have
denied him anything now. She was totally enslaved and vulnerable, a
helplessly groaning mass of aroused female flesh, with fulfillment her
only direction. She lived for this excruciating thrill — this electric
feeling of being fucked half to death by this powerful German shepherd.
This was sex at its most primitive and basic level, and she wanted to
wallow in it. He was an animal on all fours, fucking her without
tenderness or patience, but she didn’t care. His lightning thrusts were
so mind-bending it made her teeth chatter and her head spin. She squirmed
and groaned salaciously around his thickly dominating animal-cock which
was despoiling her sacred redheaded beauty, feeling the entire blood-
swollen length of it as it sluiced wetly in and out of her flaming hot
cunt.
Getting her breath momentarily, Rhonda looked down between their
lewdly entwined bodies to watch fascinated as his glistening red dog penis
pistoned rhythmically in and out of her soft, curl-fringed cuntal mouth,
which clung to it lasciviously. Her brain seemed to dissolve further with
each maddening, breath-taking plunge, and she reeled in the blinding light
of taboo animalism. Kicking out her legs, she wrapped them snugly up
around the furry muscles of his powerful back, and then began undulating
her pelvis with a wild salacious grinding motion, meeting his powerful
strokes with lewd ecstatic abandon and wanton frenzy.
Like one possessed, the naked redhead humped her hotly working loins
up at her German shepherd lover, sliding forward onto his continuously
skewering penis as it plunged deeper and deeper into the tortured confines
of her round little belly. The dog’s furry stomach and loins battered
mercilessly against her milk-white flesh, thudding resoundingly into her
lewdly spread cuntal flesh, his enormous blood-engorged penis sinking far
up into the hot fluid inferno of her wildly clasping cuntal channel.
Almost unconscious of her actions, Rhonda rotated her buttocks and
hips furiously beneath him with shameless mewls of pure happiness,
spiraling her cunt hungrily up and down around the punishing length of
Cesar’s instinct-driven cock, a blissful cry of anguished joy breaking
from her parted lips.
And then she thought her head was going to explode right off her
shoulders as she sensed her longed-for orgasm coming hurtling towards her.
Its advance signals splayed through her erotically seething loins like the
prickling of a million tiny needles, torturing the pit of her sensuously
shivering belly with the obscene promise of the most shattering climax
she’d ever known!
She seemed to be whining endlessly now, straining and yearning on the
very edge of the steep gorge of her approaching climax, only to feel it
recede from her yet once again, tantalizingly.
“Oh, come on, boy! That’s it, you wonderful dear — oh! OH! Fuck
meeeee!” Her voice cracked with passion as she slavered ecstatically all
over his panting canine face, smothering it with burning moist kisses.
Her loins felt as if they were going to explode into millions of
individual molecules.
Above her, Cesar’s hotly chugging animal heart raged out of control,
hugging and puffing with love for his new redheaded mistress whose long
soft legs were wound so snugly around his swiftly moving back as were her
arms, now, so passionately around his neck. She pleaded with him, begged
and cajoled as she kissed him feverishly, at the same time thrusting her
hugging cuntal walls up onto his aching rod of flesh as it drove faster
and faster in and out between her thighs. The burning heat of her loins
was like a balm to his savagely pumping cock, urging him madly higher.
“Darling … oh … lick my darling … lick my wonderful tongue …
darling … kiss me … oh … oh …” she begged out of her mind with
lust, her face almost unrecognizably contorted. She opened her mouth to
gasp out something else, and just then the dog’s long, thick wet tongue
thrust into the furnace of her mouth, brushing along her tongue as it
moved to the very back of her throat. And she sucked it wildly, unbridled
bestial passion making her a creature devoid of all reason. Her toes
turned under and everything in her flesh seemed to scream orgiastically.
With the German shepherd’s tongue in her mouth it was as if he was fucking
her there as well as in her madly churning cunt below. Sob after
desperate sob burst from her ovalled lips … this was it … it … there
… and then … then … her first spasm of flesh-twisting, mind-
thrashing orgasm hit her!
Rhonda whined like a mad woman and tried to fight him off, her pelvis
thrashing with uncontrollably sexual bliss. Her loins seemed to convulse
in mid-air, twisting and squirming with excruciating joy, her cuntal
passage undulating and hugging ecstatically over his swiftly moving dog-
cock.
Cesar responded by fucking her yet harder, and then he too was
climaxing — spurting out his hotly scalding animal cum into the depths of
her writhing white belly.
The dog’s tongue withdrew from her greedily sucking mouth and he
began yelping for joy as she flailed her head from side to side, her face
twisted with obscene passion. The bright flash of erotic happiness Rhonda
had ever known blew off inside her like a bursting cannon shot, burning
every last nerve ending in her insanely shuddering body to a frazzle. The
lewd combination of their human-animal cum trickled warmly back out of her
rippling womb around Cesar’s still speeding cock, flowing down the insides
of her bow-string taut thighs as she milked her furry lover’s penis of
every last delicious drop of climactic sperm.
Rhonda groaned lustfully, her head thick with happiness. She moaned
and sighed softly, her eyes hot and veiled with passion, her legs jerking
convulsively as the last throes of orgasm rippled through her naked loins.
Then her legs fell weakly apart on the bed on either side of his relaxing
hairy flanks. Affection and a hopeless sense of exchanged wonder flooded
her formerly frustrated flesh from the tips of her toes to the very ends
of her long, lustrous red hair.
If this was depraved, it was the most wonderful depravity in the
world, she thought. She was never going to let Cesar go back to Marla —
at least not until Bob was back in town. Back in bed beside her, to be
exact! Shame didn’t even enter into it. A girl needs to be satisfied,
she thought, and sometimes it doesn’t matter who or what does it. Love
and sex can be separated.
She couldn’t remember when she’d felt so relaxed. This was the most
marvelous tranquilizer in the world. Why had the world withheld it from
her for so long? When your body has a need, you don’t deny that need on
the grounds of social taboos, and sex was like a food — you had to have
it in order to survive. Why hadn’t her mother taught her useful knowledge
like that, instead of sending her to ballet school and forcing her into
practicing her piano? Those efforts had never paid off.
This dog-woman sex was the most marvelous thing in the world. She
was never going to deny it to herself again for as long as she lived.
Even after she and Bob were married.
Cesar’s cum-drenched cock slipped wetly from her semen-flooded cuntal
mouth with a loud wet, sucking noise. She looked down affectionately, her
eyes full of stars, at his glistening deflating cock, heavy with the
moisture of both their orgiastic secretions, sliding slowly from the red
curl-fringed folds of her exhausted but joyously satiated cunt, the lips
of which seemed to be clinging after his softened member as if they never
wanted to let go.
A happy warm glow suffused her body, and everything within her seemed
flooded with pure liquid happiness. She got up on her elbows and took the
German shepherd’s handsome face in her hands.
“I’m sorry I fought you off, darling. Can you ever forgive me?”
He licked at her face in reply, and then at the undersides of her
full, heavy breasts. Rhonda giggled and felt as silly as a schoolgirl.
Life was rich, satisfying and fun. Let other women prove how
liberated they are, thought the satiated redhead. Let them make the money
and struggle through life. As for me, all I want is a comfortable home, a
loving husband with money, a colored TV, and a wonderful dog like Cesar to
keep me company in the afternoons.

Chapter 6

Shaking out her lavender beach towel in her right hand and her cut-
off levis in her left, Sharon Baker let out a long growl of dismay. Damn!
After one day and she’d lost her new gold earring! What a drag! But then
nothing had gone well since she’d gotten up this morning and headed for
the community pool to cool off her burning flesh.
And it all started when her sister’s newspaper boy cornered her in
the hedge. Yes, she could blame it on Danny to some extent, she realized,
and that made her feel a little better. Because if he hadn’t grabbed her
in the front yard, and pressed her mouth open wide in a long, lingering
kiss, with his tongue thrust between her teeth and lapping hungrily at her
own tongue, her belly wouldn’t have exploded like that. Oh God, the way
he kissed her, rubbing his hands on her sensitively budding young breasts
and grinding his loins hard up against her swollen pussy mound. Oh God,
if that hadn’t happened, then she wouldn’t have had to stay at the deep
end of the pool and dog paddle with one hand while she slipped the other
under the tiny wisp of her bikini bottoms and tried to satisfy herself
with two thirteen year old fingers.
And that’s probably where her matching 14 karat gold earring was
right now — at the bottom of the pool!
Of course, part of the turn-on had started with Bob, Rhonda’s
boyfriend. Man, what a sexy man he was! So tall and good looking; not
like the creepy, pimply fifteen-year-olds who were always hitting on her.
And the way he’d looked at her. Oh, big sister if you only knew how your
husband-to-be looked at me before he left with his suitcase in hand! She
just bet Rhonda would blow her head off if she knew.
So that really Danny’s obscene French kiss had just been the
finishing blow. She had almost strangled on his tongue, but she had left
him huffily with her loins simply awash with excitement and her cuntal
lips itching desperately.
Consequently, she’d headed for the deep end of the pool, hoping for a
minute — (oh, just a minute is all it would have taken) to satisfy
herself and relieve that painful tingling. She’d clung to the rim of the
pool and scissored her legs wide and wormed the fingers of one hand down
into the snug elastic strip of her bikinis to get at her wildly seeping
pussy lips. After rubbing her middle finger in and out of her desire-
engorged cunt, making a whirlpool in the aqua water, she found no relief.
Maybe she would have, had not that damned little kid with the snorkel
started pulling at her leg. Damn, she was so embarrassed she’d clambered,
dripping and disgusted, out of the pool. And now her earring was gone!
And now she was too ashamed to look any of the kids in the eye, and
there were some good looking boys here today too! Sharon stuffed her
belongings into her canvas bag, leaving her movie magazine in a puddle of
water and the empty coke can laying on its sticky side for someone else to
dispose of. The mortified and confused teenager darted for the park
encircling the community pool. Maybe an hour sitting on a park bench
would help cool her down.
How many other kids had seen her playing with herself under the
water? Speculation was useless, except to feed her sorrows.
She paused briefly to feed the birds in the park, but she really
couldn’t concentrate on the fluttery animals who seemed as jittery and
unsure of themselves as she was.
“Hi there.”
Sharon looked around. There was a withered up looking old Chinese
man sitting on the park bench with fingers and hands that looked scrawny
and birdlike dipping into a bag of popcorn. He flung kernels into the air
and laughed as the hungry pigeons fought for the white treats.
A classic dirty old man, thought Sharon. His short grizzled white
whiskers and yellowed face with small, beady dark eyes staring at her, and
just a trace of spittle on his oriental lips. He was bent over too;
almost bent in half, she guessed.
He nodded to her mildly, wondering why he had spoken to her. Surely
he was lonely. Talking to him would be the friendly thing to do.
When she said hello in response to his greeting, he immediately
shifted from his bench seat and beckoned for her to sit beside him. He
looked around, just a foot or so separating them on the park bench. Why
did he keep looking at her like that?
He pointed to his popcorn. “Like some?” he asked, rattling the bag
at her.
“No thank you!” she said, suddenly disgusted by the thought of eating
bird’s food. What made him pick her out of the crowd of girls wandering
through the park? Sure, though, he was just being nice. She sat back
against the back of the bench with the breeze blowing her fine platinum
hair around her naked shoulders. Oh, my God, she suddenly thought. I
forgot to put on my clothes I’m sitting here in my bikini! Hurriedly,
Sharon delved into her canvas bag and pulled on a tee shirt that covered
her top half, but leaving her smooth thighs bare to the world.
“Nice day?” the man said after a bit, edging closer to her on the
warm wooden bench in the bright summer sunshine.
“Ah, yeah …” she stammered.
Then suddenly the man slid the rest of the way across the park bench
toward her and arched her shoulder with his bony arm.
“You wanna come back to my hotel room?” he said, and Sharon gave a
muffled cry and struggled to get away. But he managed to hold her in his
claw. “I got something I wanna show ya.”
The old man cackled and Sharon struggled even harder, but in vain.
Suddenly he unzipped his pants and reached inside, pulling out the lengthy
wizened shaft of his semi-rigid penis, and then reaching below it to drag
out his almost shriveled testicles as well.
“See that!” he whispered, completely exposed now. “You wanna touch?”
And he grabbed her flailing hand and pressed it tight around his blood-
swollen rod of flesh.
At first Sharon was mystified. She had never heard of men who
exposed themselves to young girls before. And my God, his penis felt
thick and hot and hard, pulsing under her reluctant hand like a caged
animal. Immediately she realized the potential danger of her situation,
and with a scream and a violent lurch, she broke out of the man’s
temporarily relaxed grip. With her canvas bag in one hand and her hair
flying, the frightened girl went running from the park without even a
backward glance.
After that, Sharon ran for her sister’s house. What kind of crazies
lived in this town, anyway? she wondered, trying to focus her sexual
smoldering on some constructive thinking, but the only constructive
thought she could summon, was satisfying that burning tingle between her
legs. That hot and obscenely thick penis her hand had rested on moments
before hadn’t helped any, either. Oh God, how good it would feel
thrusting up between my legs! All she could think about was getting back
to Rhonda’s house in a hurry and then finger-fucking herself like crazy!
Oh, but cripe, it had to work!
She closed her eyes and tried to control the burning turmoil in her
loins, but it was no use. Merely pressing her thighs closely together was
no help.
Sharon broke into a run when she rounded the corner to 1131 Jones
Street seeing the ranch style brick house with the red convertible parked
in the drive. Home at last! Throwing her possessions down on the top
step, she plunged her hand in her pocket, expecting to find the house key,
but came out with only a handful of damp lint. OH, God, now I’ve lost my
key, too! she wailed to herself.
After trying every door and window in the house, Sharon finally
surrendered and headed for Marla’s house where she would ask to use the
phone and call her sister to let her in the house. Then, maybe, she could
find some satisfaction.

Chapter 7

Good Lord, what’s going on here? tutted the platinum-tressed
teenager, distraught after minutes of ringing the door bell and pounding
’til her knuckles turned white. Perhaps the neighbor lady was in her back
yard. She remembered, now, Rhonda was saying that her neighbor Marla all
but lived in her back yard with her pet German shepherd, Cesar.
Sharon came around the house to the back patio, where the high wooden
fence separated Marla’s dog pen from the neighbor’s adjoining backyard.
Though it made her feel nosey peeking over someone’s fence and spying on
her privacy, Sharon rose to her tip-toes and pulled herself up to chin
level to scan the patchy back yard. It was then she heard the alarming
words:
“Oh, Dobbie, oh God! Don’t! You mustn’t lick my pussy, you naughty
dog. It feels too goood!”
Sharon’s breath caught in her throat. What on earth was going on
here? Dobbie? Dobbie had to be an animal’s name! She struggled to find
a knot-hole in the thick, wooden fence, but found it security tight, safe
from the eyes of peeping strangers … like Sharon.
Sharon could hardly believe her ears. Oh, God, what was a woman
letting a dog do such nasty things to her? Slowly, almost fearfully, the
anxious teenager made her way along the fence, like a rabbit eyeing a
carrot patch, her smooth buttocks wiggling nervously under her cut-offs.
“OH, Dobbie! Oh, you naughty dog! You’ve got your tongue stuck up
all the way into mama’s — urggh! Oh God! Dobbie, you’re driving me
crazy with your tongue! What would my sister say if she knew! Oh, fuck
my cunt with your tongue!”
Sharon felt as if she had an orange stuck in her larynx. Dobbie! A
dog was fucking this woman with his tongue! This was ghastly!
But this feeling did not prevent Sharon from moving swiftly across
the patio’s cool brick floor toward a latched gate that separated the
dog’s pen from the rest of the yard. She pushed her fingers against the
partially opened gate and watched it slide open wider to reveal the most
indecent and lewd sight she had ever seen in her life!
For there, on the ground lying on a huge beach towel, was the
mysterious neighbor lying stretched back, her legs spread crab-like, her
full firm breasts quivering tantalizingly and the nipples distended with
her lust, as a Doberman Pinscher lapped his long red tongue over and back
through her shining wet pussy, drawing her moist dark pubic curls after it
with every obscene lick!
Sharon gasped and fell back into the shadows against the barbecue
pit, her fingers moving instinctively up under her levi cut-offs toward
her bathing suit bikinis, then inside through the snug elastic waistband
to course down through her sparsely curling pubic hair. One finger found
the swollen lips of her itching and burning young cunt, making a tiny,
titillating little circle all around their hypersensitive outer edges.
She bit down hard on her sultry, pouting lower lip, and began to move her
finger around faster under her bottoms. This was altogether too much!
She thought she was going to go out of her mind, unable to deny herself
any longer. First, there was Bob’s hungry stare as she left in her
bikini, then the newsboy’s hungry kiss, and then that obscene old man in
the park … and now her sister’s neighbor was deep in the throes of
sexual adventure so lewd that Sharon’s young mind could scarcely grasp it.
What was the world coming to? Was this maturity?
Everywhere she looked, she was getting turned on. It seemed to be
other people … and dogs who were having most of the fun, and her hot
little cunt couldn’t stand the waiting any longer! Had her sister
withstood these temptations when she was Sharon’s age? Today was a day
wherein nothing seemed to be sacred. Maybe it was a full moon …
Her mind aflame with desire, the pretty blonde teenager stuffed her
middle finger up through the pleasantly drenched confines of her slippery

cunt, working it around. Fierce enervating waves of lust seemed to
inundate her virginal teenage flesh. Her loins felt as if they were
boiling over. It would not have been so difficult to conceive of her
worldly and beautiful sister’s neighbor laying back there in the yard with
a man. But with a dog?
Suddenly she saw Marla pull her knees all the way up so that they
touched her breasts. In this position the slender crevice between her
smooth milk-white buttocks was rolled upward and presented in obscene
sacrifice to Dobbie’s savagely licking tongue. Sharon watched wild-eyed
from the gate as the big animal’s gleaming tongue scrolled up to thrust
madly in and out of her neighbor’s hair-fringed cuntal furrow in a
lascivious imitation of intercourse, then spiraled its way wetly downward
to flick without mercy at the woman’s wrinkled little anus.
Marla seemed to be choking on her own moans as Dobbie’s tongue
pointed and elongated, licking and flicking passionately at her exposed
and vulnerable nether opening. She no longer delivered words of any
clarity, but rather one long string of mumbled imprecations, all of them
hopelessly incoherent with passion.
Sharon was trembling violently now. As if in a dream her free hand
began involuntarily massaging the straining voluptuousness of her virginal
young breasts. Then her fingers snaked up under her tight bikini top and
trapping her trembling nipples between thumb and forefinger and kneading
and twisting at them until she was afraid they might rip loose from the
quivering milky mounds.
A groan of deepest satisfaction escaped from the thirteen year old’s
sensually parted lips. The fire raging all around inside her loins was
driving her crazy. And the finger still thrust down between her legs was
now driving in and out of her wetly sluicing cunt in a maddening cadence.
Gasping for air, the hopelessly aroused teenager screwed her fingers
in as deeply as she could, then began running them in and out of her
swallowing cunt with a fury that was uncontrollable. The vision in her
head of her neighbor having her cunt licked by the Doberman Pinscher only
goaded her on to more insane heights of licentious desire. Even as she
shut her eyes with tension, she could still see in her mind’s eyes the way
Dobbie’s large thick tongue stuffed itself in and out of Marla’s urgently
clasping cunt, sinking through the soft dark pubic hair like a wet red
sword. Thus stirred, it was not long before Sharon’s hoarse gasps and
cries were matching those of Marla’s.
Yes, she had to admit it — she wanted everything that Marla was
getting and them some. Her fingers became in her imagination the big
dog’s lapping tongue, and they split her love-starved young cunt right up
the sensitive middle. She only wished that it were Dobbie’s tongue
pumping into her searing hot cunt instead of just her fingers. Out of her
mind with lust, she moved the other hand away from her heaving breasts,
reaching down inside her panties from the rear and then working one
slender index finger up into the tiny puckered anus between her moon-
shaped buttocks. She gasped hoarsely as, in a few seconds, she soon had
two slim substitute penises fucking in and out of the vaginal openings of
her loins, her pleasure increased a hundred-fold.
Sharon gasped and choked on her own lusty cries as she dually finger-
fucked herself. She stopped long enough to lift her tee-shirt, and bra up
off her large hanging breasts, then plunged her fingers back in again with
a groan. Then she moved up close to the wall of the fence until her full-
swaying mounds were brushing nipple first against the rough wood, driving
the hungering thirteen year old to even greater heights of masturbatory
bliss.
The young girl’s face flushed crimson as she felt her climax coming
with a great savage roar like a tidal wave of sound and pleasure steaming
toward a tropical beach. She hung teetering on the edge of the most
beautiful blinding orgasm of her young teenage life, her long blonde hair
hanging down her throat straining for breath — and then suddenly her
entire body was vibrating madly and the white hot secretions of her lust
came gushing down around her lewdly plunging fingers, covering her hand
with its thick cream-like stickiness and then running down her wrist to
drip onto the patio brick floor below. She could feel it trickling in
small prickly rivers down the insides of her shivering thighs and over her
stiffly bent knees.
For a long time Sharon didn’t realize how much she was gasping and
panting for breath through her fantastic shattering climax. Her head
seemed to have left her body, and perspiration and a post-orgasmic rash
broke out all over her succulent body. Her eyes seemed to be clenched
tightly shut for ages, her head resting lank against the fence, her teeth
dug sharply into her full lower lip in order to prevent herself from
crying out.
Sharon remained there gasping for air for some time, her ass cheeks
swaying langurously in the air. She couldn’t bring herself to withdraw
her fingers from her body until the last dying pulsations of her climax
had departed. When they had, her fingers at last slithered wetly from her
satiated pussy and tight-clasping anus, and she shuddered as if she had a
fever.
Still panting heavily, she leaned against the fence and looked in at
Marla Cushing. Yes, she was still there, and now apparently undergoing
her own terrific, head-blowing orgasm. She had gripped Dobbie’s ears and
was drawing his muzzle so deeply between her long smooth legs that Sharon,
blowing some platinum wisps out of her blue eyes, couldn’t really make out
whether the dog was fucking her with his snout or with his tongue.
Sharon clutched her throat as she realized that she was becoming all
excited again. This would never do at all. The thing to do was get home
quickly and take a cold shower or something … anything!
Trembling, the exhausted thirteen year old managed to tear herself
away from the illicitly exciting scene taking place in her sister’s
neighbor’s yard. There didn’t seem to be much room in there for asking a
favor. She couldn’t look Marla in the eye now anyway.
But still she had to calm herself down somehow. Her head was all
confused and befuddled as she made her way back around the house with
Marla’s cries of ecstasy ringing in her ears: “That’s it, Dobbie! Hurry!
Lick my cunt! We have to get you home to my sister before she gets
jealous. Hurry, darling. Oh, I’m cummmming!”
And those were the last words echoing in her ears as the visiting
teenager made her way back around the house and into the free and happy
sunlight.
Perhaps now Rhonda would be home …

Chapter 8

Back in Rhonda Baker’s bedroom, Sharon’s redheaded sister lolled
lazily on her waterbed, the golden fingers of the late afternoon sun
streaking across her tanned body as she reached one arm up above her head
and stretched. Her firmly uptilted breasts jiggled with voluptuous
resilience on her chest.
She had fallen asleep before the television set, and was thankful for
that. For after an orgasm with Cesar’s tongue and cock up inside of her,
she was no better than a whimpering dummy for the longest time until her
body floated back together again.
Rhonda had never realized that such a wonderful lewd heaven could
exist in this world. She had devoted her whole existence toward being a
wife and maybe a mother some day, and now in the course of an afternoon
all of her traditional Irish Catholic values had been turned upside down
by the marvelous climaxes Cesar was capable of producing inside her no
longer resisting flesh.
But of one thing she was certain — now that she’d found such a
delightful way of spending a lazy summer day, she wouldn’t give it up for
anything. Bob would have to accept her newfound desire if she was to be
his wife.
Thrusting her fingers exotically upward through her long red hair,
the contented woman thought again about the long sensual afternoon they
had passed. She had needed less priming as time went on to fan her
voluptuous curves into a glowing furnace of lust, and had moaned and
gasped endlessly as she lay naked and wanton beneath Cesar’s searing wet
caresses. How could she ever have thought that such beautiful love could
possibly be obscene and perverted? That no longer made any sense. A
broad grin broke out over her face when he mused at what her mother would
think should she ever discover her eldest daughter’s obsession.
What had Cesar in store for her next? Would Marla allow her pet
animal to wander the neighborhood freely, or would she jealously protect
her pet, keep him safe at home and in her own arms. Oh, Marla couldn’t be
that cruel! The lips of her shamefully relaxed cunt felt all swollen and
sultry, waiting for Cesar’s next kiss.
She looked down at him where he now lay exhausted on the waterbed
next to her. She had fallen asleep with her arms around his muscular
furry body, but somehow he had managed to slip out of her grasp and find
his own niche on the burgundy bedspread that enhanced his deep brown-black
coat, making the light caramel of his belly and paws stand out vividly.
What a beautiful animal he was! How could she ever repay him for the
happiness he had brought her.
“Cesar!” she called out in a silken murmur, and patted the bed beside
her. “Come here, Cesar. There’s something I want to do for you.”
Indeed she did. He had fucked her tremendously with that muscular
hardness of his until she had thought she was going out of her mind. Now
that he was exhausted and couldn’t seem to get it up immediately again,
she knew of the perfect way to repay him. This way he would never forget
her! He would steal to her back door every chance he had after the gift
she was about to bestow upon him.
What she had in mind was lewd beyond her wildest dreams … that is,
up until this afternoon. She had never done anything like it for Bob,
wanting to save it for marriage, but then there was nothing to save
between a dog and a woman. So now all the stops were out. Cesar had
already led her into a mood of debauched depravity unlike anything she’d
ever imagined. Nothing she could do could possibly bring her any lower,
after what they’d already been through. So why not?
“Come here, darling …”
Even though he was peering at her only sleepily with one lazy eyelid
upraised, he understood what she was saying. And being an obedient
animal, Cesar did get to his feet and then make a single effortless leap
onto the bed.
He lay down with his muzzle on his forelegs and stared up at her with
his large, soulful dark eyes. What now, he wondered mildly? Was it time
for him to go back to Marla’s? Had she finished with her other dog lovers
and want him back now? He hadn’t heard the telephone ring …
Rhonda smiled sweetly and ran her long, slender fingers gently over
his sleek smooth crown. “Would you like to turn over, darling? Rhonda
wants to thank you in her own special way.”
Cesar whimpered, not quite sure what she was after. Then suddenly
Rhonda spread her legs and with a lengthy sigh of pure contentment, began
slipping her fingers back and forth through the crispy red curls that
surrounded her soft wet pussy slit. “Doesn’t that make you hard, baby?”
she asked. “Look at me fuck myself baby. Look at how red and swollen my
cunt lips are for you. Ohhh, so ready and hot. Just waiting for that
sweet animal cock of yours to make me cummm … oh, oh, god, doggie …”
she swooned.
The big dog whimpered again and for an answer shot out his long
tongue to pass it like a hot knife through the battered furrow of her open
and hair-lined pussy. Rhonda gasped and stiffened. She felt like a
puppet of sheer desire beneath that pleasure-tingling flesh.
As for Cesar, in another moment the moist pink flesh between her
thighs had communicated its hot fluid desire through his lapping tongue
and he began to feel his balls quiver with stimulation. His loins seemed
to tremble like jelly. And in another moment he felt a terrible anxiety
to get back inside of her.
Rhonda became quickly enslaved all over again beneath the rhythmic
tempo of his tongue, her deep gaze racking her voluptuous body from one
end to the other as his tongue slithered snake like in and out through the
sparse red pubic hairs of her cunt. She felt as if her cuntal passage
were on fire from his lust tongue fucking She rolled her lovely head from
side to side, gurgling with happiness as she held his large furry head by
the ears between her obscenely spread thighs.
And then her gl