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 kill 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? 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
rape 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 ensla