CBT - Cyber Bestiality Team

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 saw the Democratic convention on her
television set perched atop her antique dresser. Politics had never
appealed to her sense of justice, but on a horny 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 sjourneyes across the burgundy
bedopened.

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 mates, she would
not fall prey to the spouse-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 bestly content lying in the sun in the afternoons,
looking at television, dressing and waiting for Bob to come by. Sure …
very 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 looking at 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
1st 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
roads … Hmmm . .. 4 o’clock, mused Rhonda, looking at 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 shorny 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 chicks 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 grandmom 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 best baby, and now she was a best young
lady. In the final year she had suddenly sprouted up quite tall for her
age, and then some, with enticing young breasts, a small waist and flat,
flat, tummy, and long sleek slender, but well-turned legs which seemed
to retain their tan longer than most chicks’ 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 chick, for her own attributes brought
a jealous chagrin from most women on the roads.

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 saw a politician
peck his spouse on the cheek in front of the television cameras. God,
just knowing about Bob and his big hard dick 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 very big, warmly pulsating dick came into
her mind, as she dully saw 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 dick 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 darks, 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 dark pre-marital kissing and animalting did
not seem in the least wrong with her.

Bob put his arm around her and drew her tight another timest him the moment
the car was stopped and the headdarks 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
answer inside the bride-to-be, and when his moving hands gradually
worked their way around to darkly cup her firm full breasts, she made
no effort to stop him from doing so. Her mom had warned her another timest
approveing 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 approveing 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
another timest 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 bestly-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 dedark 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 pussy.

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 1st 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 chick was with the
man she loved, and she felt safe, felt warm and somewhat drowsy, and
very excited as his gently licking 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 pussyal mound and the white silk of her panties were
glistening in the pale moondark which shone in through the car’s
windshield. Only then did Rhonda feel the 1st 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 efinalic 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 beneath her nakedly quivering buttocks. The moist heat
of his palm pressed another timest her hair-covered fuckhole mound, and rippling
waves of erotic pleasure threatened to blank the young chick’s mind
completely of the consequences of his actions. Gently, he insinuated
his outstretched middle finger into the soft, warm pussyal slit up
between her thighs, parting her moistly sensitive pussy 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 another time and another time 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 another timest 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
moondark, she saw for the 1st 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 dick 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 dick 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
horny head of his lust thickened dick touch her thigh, and she jumped
from the electric contact of pulsating hardness another timest her fevered
skin. Groaning in his uncontrollable passion, Bob began forcing her now
tightly closed legs apart, and the frantically squirming chick could
feel his great pulsating dick trembling like an impossibly large wedge
being driven into and splitting a tinder-dry log. As he rammed it
repeatedly another timest 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 horny, moist kisses upon
the twin mounds, all the while murmuring like a madman, “Oh, oh,
ohhhhhh, God, baby … Oh, Jesus! I’m going to sperm, honey. I can’t help
it!”

She felt his hornyly throbbing dick begin to jerk out of control another timest
her soft white thighs, felt a horny jetting spurt splash another timest the
innocent folds of her fuckhole—another, and another, a whole series of
eruptions that flooded her pussyal area and thighs with sticky semen
that flowed down to pool on the car seat beneath her. Bob had been
mewling and convulsively, twitching on top of her, planting those horny,
liquid kisses on her still quivering breasts as his seed emptied out on
his wildly ejaculating dick 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 know, 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 face, 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 dedarkful 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 dick inside her pussy, 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 pussy 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 another time along
her tautly rippling belly. Knowing what was about to happen, she forced
them up, but they immediately went back down another time 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 saw, 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 face 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 openeding them open to the delicious, forbidden dedarks which
her caresses were instilling within her face. 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 dick sawing in and out of her wetly throbbing
pussy …

Rhonda arched her back, her hands moving behind and beneath 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 enspermbrance 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 knowing: No, no, this is wrong, it’s sick!
Rhonda Baker, masturbating like a young chick 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 efinalic 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 face.

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 another time, one
hand on her breast, the other stroking 1st 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
shorny to the hornyly pulsating folds of her fuckhole, and pressed another timest the
wet sensitive flesh there and she brought her legs up off the bed and
splayed them wide apart. Her tight little fuckhole was opened wide now as
she gently eased her outstretched finger into her wetly pulsating pussy.

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 pussyal lips until they seemed to be swollen with blood, until her
clitoris was as hard as his dick 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
dedark caused her to jackknife her legs back up another timest her chest,
mashing her breasts flat. Her buttocks, white moons of the softest,
most flawless flesh imaginable, jerked and twisted in completely
wantonness beneath 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 fuckhole
… I wish he was going to put his dick inside my pussy … and fuck
me, hard, harder until he came and so did I … oh God, I want to sperm
so bad, so bad … Bob, Bob, hurry home, baby.

Faster and faster, Rhonda’s finger banged into her moistly clasping
pussy, deliberately teasing her clitoris and pussyal 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 sperm, thought Rhonda aggravated
by the intrusion.

Damn! she cursed beneath her breath, then quickly grasped her homecoat
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 television?” the 30-five year old
divorcee continued. Then, not waiting to be invited in, she opened the
door, paused to let her German Shepherd enter 1st and then boldly
stepped in herself.

“No, that’s all right. I was looking at 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 face. “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
mates …” Her dark eyes darted upwards another time,” … 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
another time, 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 animals, but then Marla was not one
to accept a refusal.

“Okay,” Rhonda leaned back another timest 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 approveed 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, fuckingly 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 another timest 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 another timest her, a poignant smell not unfamiliar to him, a heady
scent which immediately inspired trained answers inside his sleek,
muscular face—the person 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
beneathneath the hem of her loose homecoat.

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 beneath her short
robe from behind, animalishy sniffing. And then, the horny unmistakable
lap of his long slippery tongue snaked up another timest her still moistened
pussyal 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 fuckhole! another time, 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 opened
pussyal 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 face, 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 another timest 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
fuckhole. 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 best; 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
seperated 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 homecoat from her lovely face, 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 fuckhole wafted clearly to him and made his loins pulse with
an answering desire.

Rhonda turned, feeling her cheeks flush hornyly as she realized that
Cesar’s burning horny eyes were upon her as she stood there naked. That
brutish animal might have been her Bob, gazing at her lusciously naked
face, 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
dark 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 animal 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 face 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 bath 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 hornyly 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 horny 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 horny, swiping tongue of an animal moving
wetly from an artful point just below her curl-fringed fuckhole lips,
stroking ardently through her quiescently enduring pussyal furrow, and
up sharply through the cleft in her buttocks to flick and poke expertly
at her virginal ass! 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 fuckhole 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 horny pussy. 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
dedark which came from she knew where.

“Cesar. Good dog!” 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
2nd 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 horny, wet swiping lap up through her torrid pussyal
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 ass sent off another
furious thrill deep in her loins and immediate feelings of self-
recrimination set in.

What would Bob know 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 person 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 another time, and even then they
continued to jump for some time before she could get to her feet another time.
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 sexy 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 another time. You hear? Or you’re going back to that crazy
mistress of yours … for keeps! Somehow, I really don’t know you want
to do that …” The final 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 beneathstand 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
another time. 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! defenatly 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 hornyly 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 another time as his beautiful
mistress got down on her knees, her milk-white breasts ballooning
nakedly another timest his furry face 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 face, 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 face another timest 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
beneathstanding and love, and all the thousand and one cozy things that
dogs and persons 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 fuckhole 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 another time, 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 fuckhole
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 final 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 horny.

“There, is that better?” she asked as she finished giving Cesar’s coat
its 1st 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
beginled 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 licked 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 pussyal moisture shoot down from her loins in
natural feminine answer.

But this was terrible! The urge to lie down on the bathroom floor and
opened 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 pussy
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 licked. 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 another time 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 another time—not here. You can try that on some of your
other women mates. 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 saw him carefully as she removed the stopper and some of the
water gurgled out until the bath was only half full! Cesar stood
quietly looking at 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 dick jerked and bounced with
anticipation, filling hornyly 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 another time and another time as she ran it over his heavy animal
face, 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 1st place. She had entertained, subconsciously, thoughts
about canine sex. But how it had backfired! She had learned more about
canine sex in the final five minutes than she thought she would want to
know in her entire lifetime!

And then she saw it—Cesar’s gradually stiffening dick peeping redly
from its soft hairy surrounds. So this was what a dog’s dick looked
like … and in that instant the naive young woman was hypnotized with
curiosity. Unknowingly, her hands began to soap more and more beneath
and around the furry pointed sheath of his loins, and in another moment
her hands had actually fondled Cesar’s testicles and bumped another timest 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 dick 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 hard-on.
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 face, with such strong sleek muscles. She
admired his handsome canine head, and couldn’t help but know 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 knowing of? A dog couldn’t seduce a woman. And yes,
Cesar very definitely had a dick, 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 dick. 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 pussyal 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 banged 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 fuckhole just a few moments ago. But defenatly 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 pussy were flowing rapidly at a truly
remarkable rate. It occurred to her another time that she was alone here with
Cesar and would be the whole day … daily too, and that whatever
happened here between them was more of a secret by far than anything
she might do with a person male. She had been knowing about
masturbating … hadn’t she? Why not let an animal do it for her?

She needed it, needed a man’s hard horny dick sliding wetly in and out
of her aching pussy. She needed something! A dog like Cesar, being mute,
was bestly 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 knowing of? She wanted to
giggle and race around the home 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 dick 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 dick. She was quite
fascinated at the way his dick tapered up to the tip. A dick like that
promised a fresh thrill with each new inch, and, it was fiercely
exciting to the mesmerized woman to know 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 dick 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 pussy,
finding them moist and swollen and the tender curls of her fuckhole 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 fuckhole … 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 dick and balls. His dick 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 beneathstand a woman and her needs, don’t you, Cesar?” she
murmured softly. “You’ve got a marvelous dick there. Any woman would be
proud and happy to have a dick like yours inside her pussy …”

Cesar whimpered as if in beneathstanding. 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 dick 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 dick until some sperm 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
another time 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 fuckhole hair was becoming literally drenched with her honey-like
pussyal 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 pussy 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 banged 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 pussy
literally churn with lust. Her hornyly 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 pussy 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 face 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 small hands. She licked lingeringly
all the while on his long, fluid tongue, all the time repeating to
herself over and over another time: 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 2nd 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 pussy another time. Maybe that would relieve
some to the terrible tickling and itching in her loins … Oh God, what
on earth was she knowing? But no, no, it was true. She would let him
if he tried another time. 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 home guest was. It was one thing to be
caressing his dick 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 sdarkest fear—a fear of the sort
natural to a virginal chick who is not quite sure that her snug, tender
young insides are adequate to the task of receiving a full-sized, lust-
engorged dick. 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 saw 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 horny dedark. “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 pussy
if it was the final 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 2nd 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 know 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 saw 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 caranimaled
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
daily? 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 face 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 final! At final she was ready. This was action he could beneathstand!

By now Rhonda’s long milk-white legs were completely opened open in the
center of the bed, and she approveed herself a luxury she hadn’t had time
to finish, pressing her two fingers in between her steaming wet pussyal
lips and driving them deep inside her churning pussy 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 pussy. 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-banged 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 pussy.”

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 opened pussy, 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 1st moment she felt her belly trembling when she gazed
down into the dark limpid pools of his horny 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 bizarre. As the big dog’s tongue
lapped through her warmly seeping fuckhole slit, her glistening pussyal
lips clung to it like a woman clutching at her lover. The rough texture
of his tongue seemed to magnetically bind her tender pussyal 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 fuckhole 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 pussy 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
fuck of her loins she’d ever encountered. The mind-drugging, soul-
dredging tattoo of his snout fucking back and forth another timest her
vulnerable and open pussy 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 dick into her pussy. But this brutish animal was
actually raping her with his nose! And she was fucking 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 pussy 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 face 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 face 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 dick slipping ever so
sdarkly 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 dick 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
banged 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 hornyly seeping red-fringed fuckhole 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 pussy 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 fuckhole was so moist and flowing with passion she was scared
she might faint from sheer joy.

And then he went back to licking her another time. 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 pussy. 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 fuckhole,
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 hornyly 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. another time and another time 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 wideopened 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 pussy had left Rhonda no
better than a gibbering, whimpering idiot, wild to feel every final
stroke of that long artful tongue of her crazy-mad to know every final
thrilled mind-bending sensation that flowed from his electrified tip.
Cesar’s furry head was pursuing her fuckhole 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 dick, 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 dick 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 fuckhole hair, then
up in scroll-form through her eagerly responding pussyal 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 another time
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 dick felt as if it were bursting.

“You darling …” she hissed mindlessly, lost in a lust-drugged fit.
“That’s it, lap my pussy … 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 small blue vein
throbbed ardently in her temple as all of her mature lust-ridden face
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 sperm in a minute lover
… don’t stop … faster … faster … lick my pussy … oh … God
… you’re … Ohhhhhh … chickEEEEE!”

All the nerve endings in her sex-taut face 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 pussyal 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 fuckhole, her belly convulsed
with new lust.

Her groans deepened with each long drawn-out lap of her pussy, 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 another time 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 opened 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 horny breasts heaved sensuously from side to
side. Blissfully the dog’s tongue continued splaying open the hornyly
welcoming flesh—then lunging in a maddening invading curl all the
way up into the primitively clutching heat of her craving fuckhole!
“Aaaaaarrrggghhh!”

Rhonda moaned with anguish, a moan that seemed not to have any ending.
Her entire pussyal 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 hornyly 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 pussyal 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 fuckhole 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
very big, upraised red animal dick, 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 dick 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 dick 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 scared 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
dick high up into her slippery passion drenched pussy?

But some reside of morality was still present in the inexperienced
spouse’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
dick. “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 sperm!”

And with this, all final 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
beneath her buttocks and hips so that very 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 opened out like a fan
around her head.

This position forced the burning horny flanges of her pussy 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 another time until they pressed into her erotically tingling
breasts, revealing still further the lewdly raised mound of her flaming
fuckhole, glistening with molten desire where it lay nakedly opened 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 dick 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 fuckhole 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 beneath 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 wideopened legs, his canine head
panting hungrily on top of hers, as his very big jerking dick swung in toward
the streaming heat of her open fuckhole lips … and finally brushed
another timest 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 face 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 horny animal-dick, parting her soft red pubic hair with its
thick beveled tip, and bringing it warmly into the pulsating opening of
her surrendering pussy.

“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 pussy.
Hurry! My wonderful, wonderful Cesar!”

The convulsively gasping redhead gripped the dog’s swollen dick with a
hungry passion. It felt as horny 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 pussyal lips
kissing his dick, nibbling at the fiery red tip like something
possessed, and now he could take no more. He banged forward with a
primitive, purposeful stroke to satisfy his wildly throbbing animal
lust.

“Ugggghhhh!” Rhonda barked as the very big dog banged his dick deep inside
her. At final! Her loins and brain were boiling like a witches’
cauldron. His dick rammed up so high into her belly she was scared it
would come out her throat!

Cesar was squatting partially on his haunches between his mistresses
wide-splayed white thighs humping forward another time and another time to bury
himself to the hilt in her hornyly churning pussy. 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 spermming, and her throaty cries
became one long, endless moan of mindless dedark as he pistoned
relentlessly up between her legs. For Rhonda there was only Cesar,
deadly earnest reaming of her tender pussy, and nothing else. Her
passion-dilated pussyal passage flowered open like a rose in the horny
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 banged half to
death by this powerful German shepherd.

This was sex at its most primitive and basic level, and she wanted to
wapprove in it. He was an animal on all 4s, fucking her without
tenderness or patience, but she didn’t care. His darkning thrusts were
so mind-bending it made her teeth chatter and her head spin. She
squirmed and groaned salaciously around his thickly dominating animal-
dick 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 horny pussy.

Getting her breath momentarily, Rhonda looked down between their lewdly
entwined bodies to watch fascinated as his glistening red dog dick
pistoned rhythmically in and out of her soft, curl-fringed pussyal
mouth, which clung to it lasciviously. Her brain seemed to dissolve
further with each maddening, breath-taking plunge, and she reeled in
the blinding dark 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 hornyly working loins up
at her German shepherd lover, sliding forward onto his continuously
skewering dick as it plunged deeper and deeper into the tortured
connices of her round little belly. The dog’s furry stomach and loins
battered mercilessly another timest her milk-white flesh, thudding
resoundingly into her lewdly opened pussyal flesh, his enormous blood-
engorged dick sinking far up into the horny fluid inferno of her wildly
clasping pussyal channel.

Almost unconscious of her actions, Rhonda rotated her buttocks and hips
furiously beneath him with shameless mewls of pure happiness, spiraling
her pussy hungrily up and down around the punishing length of Cesar’s
instinct-driven dick, 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 small 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 another time, 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, smoming it with burning moist
kisses. Her loins felt as if they were going to explode into millions
of individual molecules.

on top of her, Cesar’s hornyly 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 pussyal 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 dick, 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 licked it wildly,
unbridled bestial passion making her a creature devoid of all reason.
Her toes turned beneath 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 pussy
below. Sob after desperate sob burst from her ovalled lips … this was
it … it … there … and then … then … her 1st 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
pussyal passage undulating and hugging ecstatically over his swiftly
moving dog-dick.

Cesar responded by fucking her yet harder, and then he too was
climaxing—spurting out his hornyly scalding animal sperm into the depths
of her writhing white belly.

The dog’s tongue withdrew from her greedily licking 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 shorny,
burning every final nerve ending in her insanely shuddering face to a
frazzle. The lewd combination of their person-animal sperm trickled warmly
back out of her rippling womb around Cesar’s still speeding dick,
flowing down the insides of her bow-string taut thighs as she milked
her furry lover’s dick of every final delicious drop of climactic
sperm.

Rhonda groaned lustfully, her head thick with happiness. She moaned and
sighed softly, her eyes horny and veiled with passion, her legs jerking
convulsively as the final 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 chick 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 face 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 mom 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 another time for as long as she lived. Even
after she and Bob were married.

Cesar’s sperm-drenched dick slipped wetly from her semen-flooded pussyal
mouth with a loud wet, licking noise. She looked down affectionately,
her eyes full of stars, at his glistening deflating dick, heavy with
the moisture of both their orgiastic secretions, sliding slowly from
the red curl-fringed folds of her exhausted but joyously satiated pussy,
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 face, 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 beneathsides of her full,
heavy breasts. Rhonda giggled and felt as silly as a schoolchick.

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
fucking husband with money, a colored television, 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 begined 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 another timest her
swollen fuckhole 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 beneath the small 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 begined with Bob, Rhonda’s
boymate. 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 pussyal 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 efinalic sjourney of her bikinis to get at her wildly
seeping fuckhole lips. After rubbing her middle finger in and out of her
desire-engorged pussy, making a whirlpool in the aqua water, she found
no relief. Maybe she would have, had not that damned little kid with
the snorkel begined 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 youngr 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 beneath 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 talkedn to her. defenatly he
was lonely. Talking to him would be the mately thing to do.

When she said hello in answer 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 chicks wandering
through the park? Sure, though, he was just being nice. She sat back
another timest the back of the bench with the breeze blowing her nice 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 hornyel 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 dick, 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 1st Sharon was mystified. She had never heard of men who exposed
themselves to young chicks before. And my God, his dick felt thick and
horny and hard, pulsing beneath 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 chick went running from the park without even a
backward glance.

After that, Sharon ran for her sister’s home. What kind of crazies
lived in this town, anyway? she wondered, trying to focus her sexual
smoldering on some constructive knowing, but the only constructive
thought she could summon, was satisfying that burning tingle between
her legs. That horny and obscenely thick dick 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 know about was
getting back to Rhonda’s home 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
road seeing the ranch style brick home with the red convertible
parked in the drive. Home at final! Throwing her possessions down on the
top step, she plunged her hand in her pocket, expecting to find the
home 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 home, Sharon finally
surrendered and headed for Marla’s home where she would ask to use the
phone and call her sister to let her in the home. Then, maybe, she
could find some satisfaction.

Chapter 7

Good Lord, what’s going on here? tutted the platinum-tressed youngr,
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 animal German shepherd, Cesar.

Sharon came around the home 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 fuckhole, you sexy 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 youngr made her way along the fence, like a rabbit eyeing a
carrot patch, her smooth buttocks wiggling nervously beneath her cut-
offs.

“OH, Dobbie! Oh, you sexy 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
pussy 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 another timest the
partially opened gate and saw 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 very big beach towel, was the
mysterious neighbor lying stretched back, her legs opened 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 fuckhole, drawing her moist dark pubic
curls after it with every obscene lick!

Sharon gasped and fell back into the shadows another timest the barbecue pit,
her fingers moving instinctively up beneath her levi cut-offs toward her
bathing suit bikinis, then inside through the snug efinalic waistband to
course down through her sparsely curling pubic hair. One finger found
the swollen lips of her itching and burning young pussy, making a small,
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 beneath her bottoms. This was altogether too
much! She thought she was going to go out of her mind, unable to deny
herself any longer. 1st, 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 horny little
pussy 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 asian youngr stuffed her
middle finger up through the pleasantly drenched connices of her
slippery pussy, working it around. Fierce enervating waves of lust
seemed to inundate her virginal young 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 saw 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 pussyal furrow in a
lascivious imitation of intercourse, then spiraled its way wetly
downward to flick without mercy at the woman’s wrinkled little ass.

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 beneath her tight
bikini top and trapping her trembling nipples between thumb and
forefinger and kneading and twisting at them until she was scared 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 pussy in a maddening
cadence.

Gasping for air, the hopelessly aroused youngr screwed her fingers in
as deeply as she could, then began running them in and out of her
swapproveing pussy with a fury that was uncontrollable. The vision in her
head of her neighbor having her pussy 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 pussy, 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 pussy right
up the sensitive middle. She only wished that it were Dobbie’s tongue
pumping into her searing horny pussy 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 small puckered ass between
her moon-shaped buttocks. She gasped hoarsely as, in a few 2nds, she
very soon had two slim substitute dickes fucking in and out of the pussyl
openings of her loins, her pleasure increased a hundred-fold.

Sharon gasped and choked on her own lusty cries as she dually finger-
banged herself. She stopped long enough to lift her tee-shirt, and bra
up off her large hanging breasts, then plunged her fingers back in
another time with a groan. Then she moved up close to the wall of the fence
until her full-swaying mounds were brushing nipple 1st another timest the
rough wood, driving the hungering thirteen year old to even greater
heights of masturbatory bliss.

The young chick’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 young life, her long
asian hair hanging down her throat straining for breath—and then
suddenly her entire face was vibrating madly and the white horny
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 face, and perspiration and a post-orgasmic rash
broke out all over her succulent face. Her eyes seemed to be clenched
tightly shut for ages, her head resting lank another timest 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 face until the final dying pulsations of her climax
had departed. When they had, her fingers at final slithered wetly from
her satiated fuckhole and tight-clasping ass, and she shuddered as if she
had a fever.

Still panting heavily, she leaned another timest the fence and looked in at
Marla Cushing. Yes, she was still there, and now apparently beneathgoing
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 another time. This would never do at all. The thing to do was get home
quickly and take a cold bath 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 home with
Marla’s cries of ecstasy ringing in her ears: “That’s it, Dobbie!
Hurry! Lick my pussy! We have to get you home to my sister before she
gets jealous. Hurry, darling. Oh, I’m spermmmming!”

And those were the final words echoing in her ears as the visiting
youngr made her way back around the home and into the free and happy
sundark.

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 face as she reached one arm up on top of 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 dick up inside of
her, she was no better than a whimpering dummy for the longest time
until her face floated back together another time.

Rhonda had never realized that such a wonderful lewd heaven could exist
in this world. She had devoted her whole existence toward being a spouse
and maybe a mom 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
dedarkful 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 spouse.

Thrusting her fingers exotically upward through her long red hair, the
contented woman thought another time 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 mom
would know should she ever discover her eldest daughter’s obsession.

What had Cesar in store for her next? Would Marla approve her animal animal
to wander the neighborhood freely, or would she jealously protect her
animal, keep him safe at home and in her own arms. Oh, Marla couldn’t be
that cruel! The lips of her shamefully relaxed pussy 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
face, but somehow he had managed to slip out of her grasp and find his
own niche on the burgundy bedopened that enhanced his deep brown-black
coat, making the dark 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 banged 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
another time, she knew of the best 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 beneathstood 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 opened 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 fuckhole slit. “Doesn’t that make you hard,
baby?” she asked. “Look at me fuck myself baby. Look at how red and
swollen my pussy lips are for you. Ohhh, so ready and horny. Just waiting
for that sweet animal dick of yours to make me spermmm … oh, oh, god,
doggie …” she swooned.

The big dog whimpered another time and for an answer shorny out his long tongue
to pass it like a horny knife through the battered furrow of her open and
hair-lined fuckhole. Rhonda gasped and stiffened. She felt like a pupanimal
of sheer desire beneath that pleasure-tingling flesh.

As for Cesar, in another moment the moist pink flesh between her thighs
had communicated its horny fluid desire through his lapping tongue and he
began to feel his balls quiver with stimulation. His loins seemed to
tremble like jelly. And in another moment he felt a terrible anxiety to
get back inside of her.

Rhonda became quickly enslaved all over another time beneath the rhythmic
tempo of his tongue, her deep gaze racking her voluptuous face from one
end to the other as his tongue slithered snake like in and out through
the sparse red pubic hairs of her pussy. She felt as if her pussyal
passage were on fire from his lust tongue fucking She rolled her lovely
head from side to side, gurgling with happiness as she held his large
furry head by the ears between her obscenely opened thighs.

And then her gleaming, lust-drugged eyes widened—for here it came!
Gazing down over her full, widely set breasts, she could see all the
way to the glistening spectacle of Cesar’s thick red dick emerging
from its long furry sheath. The tapered end slipped and danced moistly
as it came sliding out, a spot of sperm already issuing from its tip. And
it continued slithering hornyly from its fleshy fur scabbard until it was
extended to almost its full mouth-watering length.

She got up on her elbows, her long red hair swinging down over her
shoulders and her proud taut breasts heaving with emotion. A licentious
impulse of uncontrollable bestial desires raged through her nakedly
panting flesh. She had never seen anything so beautiful in the world as
Cesar’s long hard pleasure-giving dick.

Yes … she wanted it … it was thick and red coming out now … and
she wanted it … in her mouth … its thickening cone like shape
heightening her excitement frantically!

She glared at his dick breathlessly as the big animal’s wetly
glistening hardness came dangling out of his powerful loins, her mouth
salivating erotically. Lust-driving thrills of unnatural lust surged
through her ardently overheating loins. This was what she had wanted—at final! But how could she get to lick it?

“Cesar, lover,” the kneeling young woman panted droolingly, her lips
glistening with saliva. “Come over here, darling.” She caressed his
large head affectionately. Her hypersensitive inner pussyal flesh fairly
seethed, sending a horny flow of pussyal moisture seeping down into her
already damply twined pubic curls. Their lurid scene acted like a
bellows of her burning loins. Her nakedly thrusting white breasts felt
electric with lust and giddy thrills.

“Cesar, darling,” she pleaded, almost asking him now. “I want to love
you. Please lie down. I want to lick that beautiful dick of yours, you
gorgeous animal, just the way you licked my pussy.”

Rhonda shook her long red hair out of her eyes, feeling as if she were
in some sort of delirium. Then she got up to, her knees, her breasts
dragging voluptuously along the sheet as she talked to him in soothing,
gentling tones, brushing her hand fuckingly over his soft sleek fur, her
eyes locked on the solid pink length of his emerging dick hanging so
lewdly beneath his furry stomach.

“Roll over!” she commanded, and this time he obeyed. Her heart racing
with excitement, the quivering redhead crawled over and swung her leg
across his face so that her fuckhole was directly on top of it—and her face
exactly on top of the pulsating hardness of his immense animal dick!

The thought alone of what she was about to do drove Rhonda wild with
lust. Breathing heavily through ardently flared nostrils, she let her
archly turned pelvis drop towards Cesar’s long canine muzzle, openeding
her legs obscenely wide … almost immediately his tongue lashed out at
her throbbing fuckhole for the millionth exquisite time. She moaned with
dedark as it sluiced through the horny pink wetness of her agonized
pussyal flesh, then lowered her cheek to nestle another timest his warm hard
stomach, her hand quickly moving to grasp his swiftly growing dick!

Rhonda’s affectionate touch made the big German shepherd tremble with
joy, but it also made her gasp hungrily as well. She clasped his very big
member in her hand, her fingers playing it like a flute, manipulating
it back and forth, feeling its desire hardened thickness expanding
wildly. She must have it now—the wonderful flavor of that
deliciously lewd canine dick, slithering moistly around in her licking
mouth! Her eyes glazed over as if she were drugged, her hand still
stroking his jerking animal dick. She worked the heavily furred
protective sheath up and back, groaning contentedly as his searing
tongue lapped hornyly without pause at her desire-enraged pussy. Then with
a low cry, the lust-obsessed redhead parted her lush red lips to let
the slim tapering dog dick ease its way into the torrid wetness of her
greedily welcoming oral cavern …

Rhonda groaned and moaned with happiness as Cesar’s dick slithered
farther and farther back along her tongue until finally it was resting
all the way deep in her gurgling throat.

At final, she sighed. At final.

She began touching his blood hardened rigidity frenziedly, licking the
pulsating length like a mad woman, as his pulsating canine dick stroked
and bumped at the warm wet walls of her earnestly suctioning mouth. A
sensation of heathen wantonness blew outward through her loins like
shooting stars and she licked madly on the lust-quenching rod of flesh.
Her head swam from its heady, musky flavor. There was just the trace of
saltiness where sperm oozed from its squishy soft tip, but this only
added to the excitement raging in her loins. For the most part Cesar’s
dick was nice and hard and warm and pulsating, welling continuously
with every ardent lick and lick of her undulating lips and tongue.

on top of her she could hear his high-pitched animal whine as he continued
to lick at her hornyly inflamed pussy, and she twirled her tongue around
his long thick member, licking on it as best she knew how. His powerful
face responded passionately to her ardent licking, his canine pelvis
jerking forward to bury his dick all the way to the rear of her mouth,
his heavy sperm-filled testicles bumping softly another timest her chin.

Rhonda’s hand brushed along Cesar’s hairy stomach, finding the softness
of his balls and cupping them warmly, then tenderly milking them and
stroking them with her fingernails. another time the masterful dog whimpered,
this tantalization prompting him to begin an in-and-out pumping rhythm
between the hornyly licking crimson oval of her wetly milking lips.

The exotic flavor his animal dick made her fuckhole swarm like a beehive.
She reveled in a mire of sensuality, licking and licking with
increasing urgency, her cheeks bloating and hollowing, her smokily
veiled eyes glowing with desire as down below, between her wideopened
white legs, the big dog lapped avidly at her steaming horny loins.

His dick was warm and spicy with the sweet racy flavor of animal semen
… while the heady scent of his genitals was like bread fresh from the
oven.

Now the glistening rigid cone of his blood-engorged dick was fucking up
into her face with a best rhythm, while his tongue opened ever more
deeply into the moist eager opening of her hair-fringed pussyal folds.
She scfuckd and nipped gently with her teeth, swirling her tongue in
artful little circles around his pulsating dog-dick, her mind totally
befogged by the pure licentiousness of their bizarrely hedonistic
behavior.

What would his sperm taste like, she wondered, once she had an entire
jaw of it? She hoped it would be thick and filling, making her belly
bloat with its heated load as it spurted from the small dilated slit in
Cesar’s thick-swollen dick-tip, spewing horny jets of spermy liquid down
her licking throat.

Already she had tasted some of it, and she could swapprove it all day
long.

As for Cesar, he was panting as fast as he was lapping at her burning
horny fuckhole. He had never known anything so exciting as this strange new
woman! She licked on him better than Marla ever had, milking his aching
testicles with her hands at the same time as she licked on his dick.
And he whined and whimpered as her tongue and hornyly ovalled lips
created lurid waves of escalating sensation within the depths of his
churning testicles that he knew they had to explode very soon, sending
sharp, staccato squirts of milky horny liquid the entire length of his
dick and eventually into her greedily suctioning mouth.

Rhonda had never licked a dick before, and she was quite out of her
head with desire. The experience was by far more than she had bargained
for. At 1st she had merely wanted to display her gratitude, but the
whole affair had escalated so that now she couldn’t have stopped had
her life depended on it.

Totally drugged with her voracious bestiality, the voluptuously curved
redhead mouthed and pulled at Cesar’s strong-tasting dick, her loins on
fire and almost ready to explode.

Yes, she wanted her furry lover to shoot his horny animal sperm deep into
her salaciously licking mouth! She wanted it to drip down her throat
and fill her heaving belly to bursting with its molten stickiness!

“Arggghhh!” she moaned, a scathing tongue of fire seeming to scorch her
loins. Her stomach seethed, her entire pussyal area glowing like horny
coals. She clutched with urgent adoration at her handsome German
shepherds’ sperm-swollen balls, caressing, fondling and milking them
for all they were worth as she licked with the greediness born of her
fiercely brainless lust … quivering and shivering with horny lewd need
… so lost in her delirious pleasure-bent craving that she didn’t even
notice the door to her bedroom opening just sdarkly …

She heard Cesar whimper, then yelp through his animalistic orgasm,
gushing sperm in horny sticky streams all the way down her convulsively
licking throat. And then she began sobbing along with him, pouring her
own sperm out over his savagely lapping face, flooding his snout, muzzle
and eyes with the horny, lava-like fluid of her loins until Cesar’s
handsome face was fairly drenched with it. She felt her orgasm blowing
through her in great, overpowering waves more mighty than anything that
had gone before. This was it, the magic she’d waited for her entire
life. She gulped hungrily at Cesar’s squirting dick, swapproveing all of
his sperm that she could before the overflow broke around her firmly
clasping lips, spilling down her chin and onto her swan-like white neck
in a wet sticky stream, finally pooling in a lewd circle on the bed
below.

The trembling young woman continued to lick like that for some time,
pressing her loins together tighter over Cesar’s ardently lapping mouth
until he could scarcely breathe.

“Darling,” Rhonda gasped, half-crazy with lust. “Darling … oh God, I
love you …” And she plunged her mouth down another time, taking in his
already softening dick until she could lick and lick it to her
gurgling heart’s content.

Never noticing for a moment—or having heard—her thirteen year old
sister climb through the bathroom window and now standing, momentarily
awe-struck, her pretty slender hand to her mouth, in the door of her
bedroom …

Chapter 9

In those few paralyzing moments of standing in the doorway to her
sister’s bedroom, Sharon Baker’s life did a topsy-turvy twist. Morals,
ideals all turned around in that one moment …

At 1st she couldn’t believe the fantastic sight confronting her
youthful eyes. She had frozen there in the doorway as if struck by
darkning. Her sister was licking like a madwoman on the neighbor’s
German shepherd’s thick red dick while the animal licked at her openly
exposed pussy!

A combination of horror and … strangely … jealousy made her knees
buckle, and she gripped the doorframe for support, frustrated
sensuality raging like a forest fire through her pubescently sensitive
loins. She couldn’t believe it—her own sister’s mouth working on
that very big dog’s dick. licking ecstatically with her throat full of
husky guttural moans!

The nubile platinum asian youngr shook out her long white-asian
hair, her ripely swollen breasts heaving with emotion. Every time the
brute snarled, his powerful flanks pumping his dick furiously in and
out of her sister’s mouth, it sent wild, flashing thrills shooting
through Sharon’s nerves. Her sister’s hungrily working lips and tongue
made the animal whimper with lust, until finally his loins began
jerking and spasming out of control, spewing out a scalding load as if
from an inexhaustible source.

Sharon saw hypnotized as stream after stream of the visciously
gushing dog-sperm erupted into Rhonda’s ovalled mouth, filling her
throat faster than she could swapprove it. It seemed forever before the
semen-drained dick slipped wetly from her sister’s sperm-filled mouth and
she seemed to be groaning erotically through a really savage climax of
her own …

Sharon gasped and clutched her throat. She had to flee before she went
stark raving mad, because looking at her sister with the dog, in addition
to everything else she’d seen that day, was upsetting her loins to stir
in a furious turmoil of pubescent desire. She had to get away—and
swiftly. Before she went out of her mind with lust. All she could know
of now was that bright red dog dick and the way it slid in and out of
her sister’s mouth … and of how it might feel if it was being stuffed
up into her own horny, wet and willing young pussy.

Racing down the hallway, her budding young breasts bobbing, their pert
little pink crests becoming stiff with teen age desire, she finally
made her way into the bathroom and shut the door. Panting for breath,
she slid gasping to the floor, one hand reaching up beneath her short
cut-offs to rub willfully at her seething young loins.

She had to get her head together—but how? Her own sister—God, it
didn’t seem possible. How could she do that awful thing, with the very big,
obscene German shepherd? While it was true that the dog was desperately
attractive … still she thought … It was quite one thing to catch a
hellion like Marla … but her sister? It didn’t seem real.

Sharon shook out her long hair, her dark eyelashes fluttering the way
her belly was fluttering, filled with sexual butterflies.

Her sister had always been so respectable; her mom had reminded the
younger sister of that on several occasions. And then to find her in
bed with a dog! It negated everything her mom had ever told her
about sex, for if Rhonda, the prissy-sweetheart of the family, could
indulge in animal sex it had to be allright.

Adults were always keeping secrets from youngsters. Perhaps this was
one of those secrets, the fact that adult women took dogs, big good-
looking dogs, for their lovers while their men were away. A secret that
everyone knew? Except her?

Considering all this, the beautiful thirteen year old asian continued
to run her fingers absent-mindedly into the soft, hair-fringed folds of
her rapidly moistening young fuckhole, the efinalic waistband of her
panties gripping tight another timest her slowly moving wrist. The heated
moisture from her pussy was increasing at a rapid pace, but Sharon
didn’t seem to notice, she was so deep in thought. The fact that the
clear sticky liquid was inundating her fingers didn’t quite dawn on
her.

But did all this mean that her sister loved Bob any less? They seemed
happy together. And as attractive as Cesar was, Sharon still couldn’t
imagine anyface not fucking her sister’s fiancee, who was darkly
handsome and probably wonderful with sex as well.

And didn’t this free her now to love her brother-in-law all the more?
Knowing that her sister was not being faithful to him? She could make
him happy, she was sure. They could all be happy.

The sweet, honeyish feeling in her loins escalated as the confused
youngr daydreamed on and on. She imagined her brother in law with all
of his clothes off, his immense hard dick springing up dangerously at a
sharp angle to his dark haired loins, jutting out at her lewd
invitation. She could imagine herself with her legs opened widely,
welcoming him, her pale soft fuckhole hair all wet and slick with her
incestuous excitement pointing right in his face.

And then he would move forward into the warmly scented circle up
between her open legs and the soft rubbery end of his dick slowly
parting the sparse curls around her pussyal mouth before moving into the
wetly glistening folds of fuckhole flesh.

But then, suddenly there was something else in her daydream—yes, the
big dog that had been fucking her sister’s mouth! His enormous pink
dick was sticking out a mile and he was slipping it slowly through her
eagerly rounded lips, stuffing it all the way down her throat, fucking
her mouth just as her brother-in-law’s long hard dick had broken
through her virginal hymen before going all the way down into the
hungering depths of her pussy … so that man and dog were both fucking
her at once in her two gaping holes.

Sharon gasped and opened her eyes. Her pussyal hair was all soaked with
a warm, pearl-colored sperm. She drew out her fingers she’d been using to
relieve herself and looked at them beginled. Even as she stared at
them, she saw her hand rising of its own volition to her mouth. A
moment later she began licking on them, swapproveing all of her own tasty
juices. Her tongue licked lavishly around her fingers until she thought
she would swoon from the heady, heavenly taste of her pussyal fluids.

I’ve got to get out of this, she thought tremulously. I’m doing all
sorts of filthy things I’ve never done before. I’ve got to get my head
together!

She staggered upward to her feet, her breasts heaving irregularly
beneath the tight tee shirt. Then, wiping her fingers on her levi
shorts, the chick moved toward the connecting door to her bedroom.

Once inside, she began swiftly sjourneyping off her clothes. 1st came
the tee shirt swinging up and over her head to reveal her resilient
white mounds joggling within her bikini top. She pushed her hands in
back of her and undid the hooks and eyes, looking at herself carefully in
the mirror on the vanity. She could see her long platinum hair floating
all around her back.

Now she removed her bikini top and let it fall to the floor. Her high-
set white mounds, topped with their berry-like nipples and oversized
pink crests, sprang into view. She gripped them in her hands, smiling
sdarkly, and squeezed. Fluttery sensations burst through her chest and
rippled downward to her wetly throbbing fuckhole.

Sharon’s nostrils flared as her hands dropped to her waist to fumble
with the fastenings on her levi cut-offs until they came undone. A
2nd later her levis fell in a soft pool around her long lithe legs.
The cotton of her shorts caressed her slender young ankles fuckingly,
and she shivered involuntarily from that soothing caress.

Now her thumbs hooked into the tight efinalic waistband of her white
bikini, and she drew them down, looking at herself the whole time, even
as her long asian hair fell about her shoulders, and her fulsome young
breasts swayed like ripe pears as she bent over.

The bright-eyed thirteen year old virgin could see all of herself now.
Revolving, she put her hands on the moonlike dimpled mounds of her
gleaming ass cheeks and dug her fingers into their fleshy softness like
the talons of a hawk. Her thumbs moved up between her buttocks, deeply
into that horny hairless crevice, until she remembered the obscene way
she had stuck her finger up inside her puckering little ass at Marla’s
home, and, blushing with shameful remembrance, she steeled herself and
forced her fingers to slide out another time.

Then she was facing frontward another time and cupped her ripened breast
mounds to offer them erotically to her reflection in the mirror. These
were what men loved to lick on, she knew, and Bob should love hers
especially. For wasn’t she a fucking little chick?

And then there was the fact of her sparse platinum pubic hair. She knew
that this coloring was unusual, and she often doted on studying herself
in the mirror this way. For what could be sweeter than a natural
asian?

Sharon smiled to herself. If Bob ever saw her like this, he couldn’t
fail to love her! She stepped daintily out of her panties, breathing
hard. If only Bob were here now to see her in all her loveliness.

And then she heard it—the creak of the bedroom door opening sdarkly
…

She looked at the door—beginled and apprehensive—to find that big
handsome brute Cesar coming smoothly in through the open door.

“You!” she cried reflexively. “What are you doing here?! Get out!”

But Cesar only snarled unintelligibly. He beneathstood what the beautiful
young chick was saying, but he chose to ignore her. He had to ignore it,
for the fiercely ruttish pounding in his genitals would not let him
rest.

He had noticed the platinum-haired thirteen year old when she’d 1st
stepped out of her sister’s car a few days ago, and he’d wanted her
ever since. With her long hair and the sweet scent of youth, she was
totally the most attractive female he’d ever seen. The redhead was a
voluptuous woman, but this chick had such an essence of purity about her
that the urge to slip his dick up through her trembling white buttocks
and make it disappear through her virginally snug anal ring was fairly
compelling—indeed overwhelming.

So that when he had heard and sensed her presence when he was finishing
his scene with his redheaded mistress, he had scented keenly in order
to keep track of her smell as she moved off down the corridor and about
the home. Then when he had broken from the redheaded female, leaving
her breathing brokenly in an exhausted nakedness, he took off after the
young asian.

His keen nose had followed her to the bathroom, which had been closed,
and he had waited here for some time until he sensed her departing for
the room next door. With this one, the door had been sdarkly parted,
and he had been able to push it open further and ease his sleek face
through the wide-opened portal.

Now they were face to face, she standing naked there in the center of
the room, he with his eyes and nostrils devouring the total compelling
magic of her scent.

He could feel his dick gradually filling with blood and sliding out
through its softly furred container. He was all ready to go another time—this chick was so enticing that he needed no further rest. He was
becoming fully aroused at the sight of her glorious loveliness. He
wanted to sink his dick up into her belly and hump over her until that
moment when, convulsively, his animal hunger was appeased.

“Get away! Get away, bad dog!” snapped Sharon, backing away, her long
hair flying around, her breasts quivering in fright. The big dog
growled and moved closer toward her, its sharp canine teeth showing in
a menacing snarl. This produced a bfinal of fear in the trembling young
chick’s loins, and the fright was in some way a more sexually exciting
element than kindness.

“Get away! Leave me alone!” she moaned, backing off until she fell
another timest the bed. But the big dog only growled in warning, making her
loins cringe with primitive thrills, and she stumbled backward and up
onto the bed as fast as she could.

Suddenly he leaped at her, landing right in front of the bed! Sharon
cringed and her voice came out in a piteous, helpless moan: “Please—I’ll do anything you want!” And oddly, as she talked, the young chick
realized she wanted him to do something … something sexy.

Cesar grinned evilly, showing his teeth, then suddenly jumped up on the
bed and began nosing at her with his cold, wet snout. Trembling with
fear and terror, Sharon approveed herself to be nosed about and pushed
around by the dog.

By now the heated flow in her wetly throbbing loins had become a
perfume that was stronger than soap, she was terrified of this shaggy
lover who could not be beneathstood or implored, who only knew how to
demand and force her to do his bidding.

But at the same time she found Cesar savagely exciting. There was
something marvelously masculine about the way he terrified her into
submission in a way that all females secretly love. The raging fire in
her loins required satisfaction desperately now, and as he was
obviously intent on forcing her to do his bidding, Sharon had the
best rationale for being compliant. This was fuck! After her initial
resistance, God could scarcely hold it another timest her if she was terrified
and approveed herself to be mauled and pushed around by this magnetically
dominating animal. She had done her best, after all. She was just an
innocent virginal thirteen year old, completely pure, while Cesar was
obviously a dangerous, brutal beast who had been trained to do this.
What sort of comanimalition was there in that? What sort of defense could
a weak, delicate young thing like herself present?

“Please—please … what are you trying to do to me?” she continued
to wail helplessly as he forced her to get on all 4s on the bed, her
long hair streaming all over her neck, shoulders, and back, her budding
young breasts swaying and jiggling over the coverlet, her naked
buttocks waving high in the air.

Cesar drooled as his eyes fastened on her fleshy white ass cheeks.
Growling low in his throat with desire, he got up on his hind legs and
staggered forward awkwardly, his feet digging deeply into the softness
of the bed, until he was able to clamp his forelegs firmly onto her
smoothly muscled long back.

The feel of his forepaws on her bare back drove Sharon wild with
excitement. She could feel the saliva growing in her mouth, and her
pussy was flowing copiously in heady expectation of some lewd behavior.
But what? What was it she was expecting?

In back of her, Cesar’s large cone-shaped hardness had emerged like a
red horny branding iron, shining and wet. It jiggled and jerked in the
air before the panting, slavering dog could finally locate the wetly
heated cleft between Sharon’s buttocks. It slipped and danced in this
tightly clenched portal, dredging gasps of pure amazement and terror
from the voluptuous platinum-tressed youngr. The dog snarled
menacingly to freeze her into position, and then began working the
slimly pointed organ up toward her fearfully puckering rectal hole.

Sharon felt as if she was going to faint. Cesar’s was the 1st dick
he’d ever felt in such a highly localized and personal portion of her
virginal anatomy. Its touch sent instinctive waves of longing echoing
through her sensually awakening loins and anal canal in a natural
female reaction. She couldn’t seem to help herself. Despite the fact
that she was terrified of what was going on, there was still that
feeling of primitive thrill and heady excitement that she couldn’t seem
to fight. It was pure instinct that made her buttocks squirm lewdly
backwards in search of his dick, instinct for her face to want her
sizzingly anal passage filled. The swollen mounds of her breasts were
by now throbbing with desire, her nipples had become elongated and
erect. Her entire loins were aflame with obscene desire.

Suddenly she could hold herself back no longer. Uttering a savage
little cry of pure desire and release, she reached around in back of
herself and grabbed Cesar’s long animal dick, pulling it forward so
that the tip of it pressed snugly another timest her tightly clenched little
ass.

The big dog slavered and gasped, its haunches still struggling for a
firm position in the softness of the bed. His strong forelegs gripped
tightly around her naked waist and hourglass hips, his slippery dick
sliding effortlessly forward through her tight efinalic anal ring!

“Aaaarrrggghhh!” Sharon groaned as the very big instrument began to push
away her snugly fitting rectal walls. In spite of the initial
discomfort, she pushed her buttocks backward, trying to capture more of
the delicious hard instrument. Although this was the 1st real sexual
experience any chick could ever have. His long slender hardness seemed
to fill up her very soul as it pushed its way slowly through her
throbbing, softly resisting nether hole. The pleasurable sock of being
filled up with a dog’s large, pulsating animal dick was like nothing
she had ever experienced before. Her nibbling anal channel wanted
instinctively to gobble it up until it disappeared up inside her belly
with Cesar’s soft stomach fur bouncing another timest the marble smoothness of
her backside.

“Daaarrrllling!” she whooshed, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

She wiggled backward, trying to impale as much of herself on his
wonderfully exciting dick as she could, but the twinges of pain she
was beginning to feel forced her to back off it another time.

Cesar was relentless, however. Digging into her bare white back
savagely with his paws, he grunted, barked, and yelped as he hammered
his rigid animal hardness forward into her snug rectal hole yet one
more inch.

Sharon’s long white hair hung down all over the bed, covering her
panting, gasping face. Now that the thicker part of the enormous rod of
shaft had entered her nether opening, the feeling was not near as sweet
as it had been at 1st. There was some pain as he opened her tender
nether hole with his gradually expanding dick. As moist and slick as
it was, it was still throbbing with the hard ridges of his swollen
veins, and she could feel every final iota of their savage pulsing
pressure inside her futilely resisting passage.

She groaned as the dog rammed forward still further. Now it seemed as
if he would split her right down the center. Her belly felt as if it
were on fire. Still, though, she could feel surges of animal-like
pleasure overlapping the agony of her anal channel being sent asbeneath.
She wanted this, and at the same time she didn’t want it. She couldn’t
make up her mind. It was agonizing, and yet within that agony was a
fierce, soul-dissolving sort of pleasure that could not be denied.

Meanwhile, Cesar’s saliva was dripping all over her nakedly hunched
back, flowing down the indentations along her backbone and into the
cleft of her buttocks. Some of it managed to lubricate his wildly
pulsating dick, and trickling down the shaft it found its wet way into
the crinkled mouth of her ass. As the dog drew back sdarkly, worming
his dick around in her squirming horny passage, the pain seemed to let
up and her backside became somewhat lubricated.

Then with one powerful lunge of his haunches, he savagely rammed his
long hard dick up into her tightly resisting ass, burying his dick to
the hilt in her warm buttery flesh.

“Afrrrggghhh!” she gargled throatily as his enormous blood engorged
dick pushed forward into her softly yielding face. He was entirely
inside of her now, and with an expertness born of long experience, he
wormed his slippery organ around her nether passage to drag harsh,
broken little cries of ecstasy from her passion-drenched lips.

That seemed to act as a cue for the passionately enraged German
shepherd, and now he began squirming and fucking madly into the sex-
crazed young youngr, ringing piteous whimpers of insane lust from her
open and drooling mouth.

His long merciless dick seemed to be growing increasingly within her
fire-filled belly, and for a moment the chick thought it was going to
plunge in all the way and come out her gasping throat! The resilient
flesh of her full, firm breasts rippled and jounced from each jarring
impact of his barrage, their pebble-hard nipples rubbing excitingly
across the coverlet of her bed. Overcome now with lewd desire, the
helpless youngr found herself grinding backward with a mindless lust,
pushing the wide-stretched moons of her helplessly upthrust ass cheeks
back onto his love-slick dick, its pleasure-bringing hardness
skewering wildly up into her passion-inflamed anal passage.

By now almost all of the pain had subsided, and as her slavering animal
master pressed forward the final inch of his masterful, all-subduing
dick into her aching nether aperture, she found that she was another time more
happy than she was in pain. Indeed, the pain had evaporated until
finally there was nothing but a wondrous feeling of joyous surrender
spilling outward from her wildly tingling loins, a feeling of ecstasy
and happiness greater than anything she’d ever known in her life! There
was a dynamic pressure building in her hornyly boiling anal channel that
had a screaming, fluid urgency all its own … pressure pyramiding
toward an incredibly high level of sheer, unadulterated bliss.

“Ahhhhh … ohhhhhh … daaarrrling!” she sighed. “Fuck me!” she
screamed, groaned, and gasped, straining sluttishly beneath her canine
lover, wapproveing in subjugation and bestial humiliation. His rampaging
dick disappeared up into her then came out another time with her puckering
anal lips clutching it like a child’s lips around a lollipop. Then he
thrust his throbbing hardness up into her tight little opening another time,
bringing sharp cries of ecstasy from her open mouth. She gurgled and
gargled and thrashed beneath his inperson maddening fucking that had
destroyed all her reason.

Sharon was vaguely aware that she was straining her lewdly upturned
buttocks back over his punishing dick in obscene cadence with his
blissfully lewd pumping of the churning inferno up between her
trembling white thighs. The thirteen year old was sure of little more
than that, as she undulated her hips back toward him in small,
pleasure-seeking circles … actually abandoning herself totally in the
breathtaking fucking she was getting in her rectal hole. Her beautiful
head flailed wildly, her long, disheveled platinum hair flying back and
forth. Then she twisted her wantonly contorted face, capturing the
intense rapture their all-consuming bestial fucking was providing for
him. For some reason this seemed to her the greatest compliment, and
she suddenly felt blissfully, wonderfully happy! The feeling in her
loins was too great, too beautiful! Why had it taken her so long to
find this wonderful moment! There was a tremendous, ever-expanding
balloon in her belly that was blowing up with pleasure!

With growing ferocity, rasping and grunting savagely, the big dog
continued to pump his wetly glistening dick in and out of her clasping
nether passage, shoving her face sidewise down into the bed with every
obscene forward push. Sharon ground her teeth with a mixture of shame
and happiness, yearning for him to empty at final his scalding animal
sperm inside of her. Her desire-confused brain whirled with the
absolute luridness of their situation, while her naked young face
trembled in its subservient position to the overwhelming mind-bending
sensations he had set blazing in her passion-incited loins. Then her
glazed, lust-dragged eyes saw the reflection of their lewdly locked
position in the vanity mirror, and she groaned happily at the
provocative visions. The animalistic obscenity of the very big German
shepherd straddling the opened white moons of her smoothly curved ass
cheeks sent a jolt of unbelievable lasciviousness burning through her
erotically quivering flesh.

Sharon gasped as she glimpsed as well the breathtaking sight of his
long moist dick emerging from between her whitely quivering ass cheeks,
then plunging back inside another time. Cesar’s whimpering sounds also served
to thrill her lewdly as his forepaws struggled to hold onto the smooth
curves of her naked waist. With a low throated moan of ardent
surrender, the thirteen year old love slave ground her hungrily
tremoring buttocks backward over his fiercely punishing hardness, her
feverish passion driving her wild!

“Fuck me! Oh! Yes! Fuck me!” she wailed, heedless of all morality.

Cesar grunted lewdly and in answer humped forward heavily, his sperm-
gorged balls slapping into her nest of soaked fuckhole hair up between her
thighs. The long spear of his thickly hardened canine dick moved
deeply upward into the hungrily squirming orifice of her backside.

Sharon’s eyes bulged as she saw his furious attack in the mirror,
saw his scarlet dick slithering upward into her rectal channel
with a fierce wet rush, burying itself to the hilt in her well-
stretched passage. She saw and felt his sperm-laden testicles in their
taut furry sac bouncing another timest her quivering fuckhole flesh, and the
sight almost drove her out of her mind with a lewd desire that knew no
bounds.

“Oh! Oh! OH!” she cried, her wide blue eyes gaping unseeingly as her
wildly panting dog-love banged all the more frantically into her
slavishly kneeling face. Her head felt like it would explode with every
savage, breast-rippling thrust, as his long scarlet hardness pistoned
into her without mercy and she tried desperately to match his cadence.

Unprecedented sensations of animal lust filled her entire nervous
system until she wanted to scream out loud. Cesar battered her virginal
young helplessness with a ferociousness born of his bestial lust, his
painfully very big dick sinking to its immense full length, a relentless
shaft of slippery joy filling her sensually squirming belly with all of
its wonderful hardness!

The young chick rotated her buttocks desperately over his powerful
instrument with uncontrollable whimpering mewls, clenching and
unclenching her hornyly clinging rectal walls over the entire length of
his heavily ridged dick with a masochistic cry of wanton pleasure

And then suddenly she could feel her 1st dick-inspired orgasm come
spiraling upward from the depths of her abdomen, sending jolt after
jolt of wildly ecstatic sensations surging through her loins. In the
mirror her passion-glazed eyes could see Cesar’s long red dick
vanishing like a reddened broom handle between the rotating cheeks of
her naked gleaming buttocks. His furious fucking was frantically jerky
and swifter than her addled brain could cope with! And then … and
then!

“OH! OHHHHHH!” she wailed breathlessly, “OH, I’M spermMING!”

Her clasping anal flesh clung like a tightened fist in a rubber glove
to his very big hardness as the big dog suddenly began jerking and
shuddering its deeply buried instrument squirting horny gushes of animal
semen to slosh around like liquid fire in the hungry bowl of her
helplessly trembling young belly. Her rectum clasped hungrily around
his sperm-slickened rod as she felt spasms of unbelievable dedark
rippling through her young flesh totally unlike anything she’d ever
felt before. Her nether passage licked and milked on his madly spurting
dick while the little young asian writhed through her own rapturous
climax, uttering sharp little cries of amazement and happiness, her
flawless white flesh breaking out with sweat as her rectum swapproveed
all of Cesar’s animal sperm and then licked upward on it to get more.

“Oh! OH! OHHHHH!” she wailed, her pussy and rectum both gushing out
their liquid passion all over his sharply pistoning dick, his rapidly
emptying balls and lower belly, and flowing down the rounded cheeks of
her trembling young ass, down her inner thighs, to fall onto the red
satin coverlet below.

And, in fact, she was so lost in her delirium of licentious desire and
orgasmic lust, that she didn’t even notice the tall figure standing in
the bedroom doorway, seeing everything, witnessing all of her vicious
animalistic depravity …

Chapter 10

“Is… is that you, Rhonda?” stammered Sharon after lying there on the
side of her face for a seeming eternity after Cesar had already slid
his deflating animal dick out of her snugly grasping ass. Her eyelids
felt blue and heavy. Her eyelashes fluttered faintly. In the crevice of
her buttocks, and down below into the seeping pink folds of her pussy,
she felt all wet and spent. Her budding young face had been drained.
But she was happy.

“Yes, it’s me, Sharon. May I come in?”

“Uh, huh.”

Rhonda came forward, tightening the belt on her robe and swinging her
long red hair over her shoulders.

“Did I do wrong, Rhonda?” Sharon asked plaintively, looking up through
her long platinum hair with those bright blue, still childish eyes of
hers.

Rhonda stroked her sister’s cheek gently. “No, baby. You did right.
We’re both going to be free of hangups our mom imposed on us. I
know we’ve both learned more in one day than our parents taught us in
a lifetime.”

Rhonda chuckled softly, then reached down to animal the masterful German
shepherd.

Sharon blushed crimson, her cheeks puffing up very large and rosey-
hued. “I-l couldn’t help myself, Rhonda. He—he was so demanding …
he begined barking at me and snarling and … He made me want it in
spite of myself, in spite of the fact that mom would not approve.”

“You mean he made you want to fuck, is that it?”

Sharon continued to blush furiously. Her sister’s use of the obscene
language was stirring up her loins another time in a way that she would have
considered unmentionable only a few hours before. “But—oh, Rhonda,
that’s a dirty word. It makes me feel all funny when you use it.”

“Let’s try to break loose of our inhibitions, shall we honey?” She
paused. “You did like it, didn’t you?”

“Oh, yes,” she confessed. “It was wonderful when he rammed his dick
into my asshole.” She was surprised that she could use such foul
language and not feel guilty or disturbed by it. It was contrary to
everything she’d been taught. She could feel her small, sensitive
clitoris beginning to tingle urgently. “I loved it!” she cried.

“But did he satisfy you?” Rhonda probed.

“Ohhh, yes, he did, sister. But I don’t know there’s anything that
could compare to having a real man’s dick inside of me.” Sharon winced,
still rubbing her wet little pussy as though she were polishing it of
tarnish. The moist oval folds of her fuckhole and the creamily glistening
dark hole in the center of her face. Her fuckhole hair sparkled with drops
of sperm, and she rubbed herself furiously with her fingers in order—hopefully—to get rid of some of the itch her sister had produced by
her filthy talk.

“You’re a little doll, aren’t you?” Rhonda said aloud. “I didn’t
realize my little sister was growing up to have such a beautiful little
pussy, just best for fucking.” She smiled and reached down into
Cesar’s genital area to locate his quiescent hidden dick. She began
playing with it casually as she asked her lovely young sister. “Are you
sure you wouldn’t like Cesar to stuff his dick up inside you, dear?
That might make you feel better.”

“Oh, what I really want …” she paused, her eyes downcast.

“What, honey?”

“Oh, I can’t say it! You wouldn’t like it if I did.”

“Come on, we’re sisters, aren’t we?”

“I want to make love to Bob. Oh, he’s so sexy and strong. Such a man,
not like these stupid creeps who’re always after me …”

To want to fuck her brother-in-law? That was almost incest. When she
could have Cesar’s gigantic eight-inch dick stuffing itself in and out
of her snugly virginal pussyal chambers.

Or was it so ridiculous? Maybe not so much as at 1st glance-for if
Bob could be coaxed into an affair with her younger sister, then he
would be less likely to complain if Rhonda took up with Cesar on a
permanent basis. And everything would end happily ever after. Sharon
would have her brother-in-law, and Rhonda would have both a husband and
a dog lover.

“That’s very admirable of you to be able to express your desires like
that, Sharon,” Rhonda said at final, when she could get her wits
together. “Just how long have you felt this way?”

Sharon looked away sheepishly. She couldn’t help pushing her fingers in
and out of her seeping young pussy, until finally she had wedged them so
deeply that her middle finger bounced another timest her tight little hymen.
Then she moved her fingers around, making herself gasp as she battled
her sensitive little clitoris back and forth.

“Then there’s only one thing to do,” said Rhonda determinedly. “Bob
called just a few minutes ago saying he’s coming back home early. Seems
he got the job and the Vice President wants to come down here to scout
out a location for a new plant. So tonight when Bob comes home, you can
seduce him.”

Rhonda grinned and ran the smooth palm of her open hand over her
sister’s quivering, rosy-peaked breasts. The pert youngr shivered and
her nipples stiffened ardently at this wanton realization. “When Bob
sees these young tits, he’ll go crazy. Bob is a real breast man.”

“You’re not jealous, are you?” the young love-slave asked tremulously.

“Don’t be silly! I love you all. We’re a family, darling, and families
stay together.”

“Is Cesar part of our family, too?”

Rhonda looked sullen for a moment. “I dearly hope so. Oh, we both love
him so much. I only hope Marla beneathstands that.”

• * *

They had it all planned out. The formula was simple, really. The 1st
move would be to get Rhonda out of the way on some flimsy pretext.
After that Sharon would have to depend on her own imagination. After
all the maturing she had done today, she didn’t have any doubts about
her ability to manage the situation, although she was a bit nervous.

They were all seated at the kitchen table; the dinner dishes were
stacked in the sink.

“You look like the cat that’s swapproveed the canary,” Bob said, looking
at Rhonda’s young sister, trying to figure out just what was different
about her today.

Sharon giggled and fluttered her eyelashes, which Rhonda had elongated
with mascara. Rhonda laughed and put her hand on Bob’s bulging genitals
beneath the table. So he did have the hornys for her little sister, after
all! He was stiff as a board.

“She’s just in a giggly mood, that’s all,” she told her fiancee,
squeezing his bursting dick and balls gently. “You know how chicks are
in puberty.”

Bob winced and shorny her a dark, puzzled look. What was happening
between these two?

Sharon just smiled another time and pushed some bright platinum hair out of
her eyes. She could hardly wait to show her brother-in-law-to-be the
hairs on her fuckhole … so asian and soft.

While Rhonda had been combing out her hair, Sharon had confessed that
she had witnessed her sister licking on Cesar’s dick and swapproveing
his squirting animal sperm, but her sister didn’t seem to mind. Instead
she rambled aimlessly into discussing how Sharon was going to arrange
to fuck Bob this evening.

Bob dropped one hand beneathneath the table and covered hers with it. She
continued to gently milk his sexual organs, and his dick was pumping
itself full of blood in savage expectation of a rollicking good
fucking. He tried to signal Rhonda not to continue, but she appeared to
ignore him. Finally he just resigned himself to her astonishing lewd
behavior—she had never done anything this aggressive before.

“Oh, Sharon’s a big chick. She probably knows more about sex than you
do.”

Bob glanced speculatively at his rapidly growing up sister-in-law. She
probably did at that! He noted with some heat that the ovals of her
saucy red lips were just bestly formed for licking. What a shame
that some lucky man would get that instead of him. He closed his eyes,
and his nostrils flared sdarkly as he visualized Sharon’s young mouth
closing all warm and moist and soft about his long dick. Rhonda would
never do that for him.

“Rhonda!” he gasped, no longer able to control himself. Her thumb
passed over the eye of his dick, rubbing off the seepage of pre-
ejaculate that had appeared there. He glanced at Sharon, but she had
her head down and was twirling the napkin. Apparently the chick had
noticed nothing. Bob signalled to his fiancee vigorously with his eyes,
but to no avail. another time and another time she pretended not to notice him.

“Rhonda,” he finally rasped in a low voice. “Stop that!”

But his fiancee only giggled. Finally he managed to summon the strength
to pull her hand away. He crossed his legs just as there was a
pronounced scratching at the kitchen door.

“Is that that goddamned dog from next door?” he said somewhat crossly,
really peeved at his sexual frustration. He looked at his gorgeous
sister-in-law another time and his dick gave a heart-stopped jerk.

“Yes, that’s Cesar,” Rhonda said, getting up from the table. Marla
asked me to take care of him until the weekend. Really, Bob, he’s no
trouble at all,” she said, winking at her little sister. “As a matter
of fact … I’m glad you reminded me. Marla said for me to stop by
tonight and pick up his vitamins. She gives him vitamins every day to
keep him healthy and in good condition,” she added with a smirk that
only Sharon beneathstood.

Bob nodded in consent. He reached down with one hand beneath the table
and, face flaming, struggled to put his dick back inside his pants and
shorts. Then he zipped himself up, uncomfortably aware of the loud
whirl of the metallic teeth meshing. “Be back very soon?” he grunted after a
moment’s hesitation.

“Be back in a jiff! Take care you two,” said Rhonda, leaving the room
and heading for the front door as planned. Bob saw her walk off,
just a trace puzzled. She smoothed her hands over her sexily swaying
hips and then was gone.

After Rhonda left the room, Bob coughed nervously, eyeing his very soon to
be sister-in-law who sat grinning at him from the other side of the
kitchen table. He felt as nervous as a boy on a 1st date. It was
somewhat unusual for them to be left alone together with Rhonda gone.

“How are you doing?” he asked at final, trying to fill the silence.

Sharon stood up and seemed to stretch and yawn, bending her long,
slender arms at the elbows and bringing her small fists to her mouth.
“Yes, I really like it here with Rhonda.” Her ripely budding breasts
seemed to leap out at his face from beneath the tight sweater which she
wore. Her sweater, beneath the strain of her budding breasts, seemed to
have accidentally opened a button so that now her cleavage was really
beginling. The swelling hillocks of her healthy young breasts were of
such creamy smooth flesh that it was all he could do to keep himself
from reaching out for them.

“Whow. I feel so lazy from the sun today. What do you say we turn on
the radio?” And with that she jounced into the living room, her long
curls bouncing around her back, her surprisingly mature buttocks
wiggling in a sensual enticement.

Bob couldn’t keep his eyes off her now. His dick had remained very big and
hard, and was currently throbbing as if it were filled with gunpowder
and about to be detonated. He pushed back his chair and staggered to
his feet, wiping his lips clumsily with his napkin and dropping it to
the floor. He moved off after her as if he were hypnotized.

Sharon was turning the radio to a local rock n’ roll station where the
Eagles were in the midst of one of their top forty tunes.

Bob felt his blood boil as she begined dancing with that lascivious,
abandoned rhythm so common to kids these days. Christ! There was almost
a wantonness about the dance’s movements, so unlike when he was in high
school. And now Sharon, his fiancee’s sister, was doing all of their
gyrations, her beautiful young breasts bobbing, her hourglass hips
shaking from side to side, her long asian hair flying around! Christ!
Why did she have to be Rhonda’s sister?

Sharon raised her arms and pursed her lips sexily. As her lovely long
arms moved up and back, her breasts bounced that much more and her hips
swayed titillatingly in time to the raucous, primitive music.

“Sharon,” he gulped. “My God …”

Suddenly it seemed as if yet another one of the buttons on her sweater
had come open, revealing yet another gorgeously tantalizing expanse of
soft warm flesh. Bob was amazed to be able to glimpse one of the large
strawberry crests on her breasts, for the already low-cut sweater had
come open that much.

He loosened his neck tie, the sweat pouring out on his forehead His
tremendous hard-on was sticking up pointedly in his pants, and he was
at a total loss as to what to do. Should he dance with her, or tell her
to stop or what? God, if Rhonda came home and found him dancing with
her little sister … oh, noface could tell what that fiery redhead
might do.

Bob gasped and snorted. He looked around as if expecting to see Rhonda
come in any minute. “Well—I, that is, look here, young chick … this
is no way to act …”

But Sharon only laughed deliciously, sensing her impending triumph. Her
sister had coached her what to say to get Bob turned on.

Suddenly she danced and swayed closer to Bob, humming through the
music. The next button of her braless sweater fell away right on cue,
and now both of her breasts were in fairly plain view down to their
nipples. “Bob,” she murmured huskily, reaching down to grab the point
where his dick was sticking out a mile. “Don’t you want to see my
titties?” Then she blinked as if pleasantly surprised. “Why, Bob, your
prick is all hard! You wanted to see my titties! You want to touch
them! Say you do!”

“Well, I—! ” He gazed at her firmly upthrust breast out of the
corner of his eye, nervously wetting his lips with his tongue. This was
a dirty middle-aged man’s dream come true. Sharon had such glorious
young breasts with those oversized nipples that no man could help but
want to lick on them. Then, before he knew what was happening she was
tattooing the back of his neck with her fingernails and drawing his
head down, down, down … until the magnetic attraction between his
lips and the nipples of her left breast could no longer be fought …

“Ohhhhhh, Bob,” she whistled ecstatically as his mouth drew in her
distended nipple as much of the surrounding breast flesh as he could
get, licking ravenously like a baby who hadn’t eaten in days. “Ohhhh,
Bobbbby …” she sighed, her eyes rolling upward, her hand reaching
down for the elongated bulge of his fully erect dick another time. “You’re
licking on my titties like you’ve wanted to for a verreeeeee long time.
Arrrggghhhooowww!”

Sharon had never had anyone’s lips fastened on her sensitive mounds of
flesh before, and as her sister’s fiancee licked hungrily, his hand
came up to grip her other breast, squeezing it and twisting it. She
groaned and panted for air. Who would have thought that a man playing
with her breasts like this would have such a wild effect on her? Her
virginal little pussy was flowing in heated anticipation, soaking her
fuckhole hair.

As for Bob, he felt delirious. He had never seen such firmly
magnificent breasts before, and the fact that they belonged to his own
precocious thirteen year old sister-in-law to be made them all the more
exciting. He licked, mouthed, nibbled and licked ravenously. Her large
hard nipple was batted about by his tongue and then nibbled thrillingly
with his teeth. Sharon squeezed the bulge in his pants lasciviously and
moaned her beautiful head lying back in wantonness, her shining white
hair lying all the way down to the top of her curvaceous buttocks.

“You’re so sexy, Bob …” she exulted, squeezing his genitals hungrily.
“I’ve wanted to lick on your prick for ages, Bob … ohhh, soo nice
…!”

Bob pushed her back toward the couch until she sat down on it. By now
he was so out of his mind with desire he had totally forgotten about
Rhonda and wouldn’t have given a damn anyway if she had shown up. All
his loins could know of was fucking this beautiful, platinum haired
chick.

He propped up her legs so that her skirt fell off to the sides, and was
surprised to find that she wasn’t wearing any panties. Her asian fuckhole
hair was all wet and the seeping oval wet folds of her open pussy looked
as shiny as if they had been greased.

“God,” he murmured in adoration of all the asian fuckhole hair and her
open, desirable young pussy. Sharon was the most desirable thing he’d
ever seen in his life. He pushed his hands beneath her firmly resilient
buttocks and drew her toward his mouth as if her pink pussyal slit were
a slice of watermelon. In another moment his lips were moving through
her sparse pubic curls and then touching her moist quivering fuckhole. He
slipped his tongue in through the horny layers of wet flesh to locate her
hypersensitive clitoris, and licked on it madly, dragging little cries,
groans and sighs of ecstasy from her deep within her lust-constricted
throat.

“Oh, bob, if you only knew how great that feels! Oh God, fuck me!”

This final lewd phrase pushed the mindlessly aroused young brother-in-
law completely over the edge of reason. Staggering to his feet to
straighten out his pants, he unzipped them and pushed down his shorts
as well.

Sharon gasped as his long hard dick sprang upward out of its confining
clothing. She felt as if she were going blind with happiness. This was
the moment she’d been waiting for!

“Fuck me, Bob!” she cried, pointing to her wet, quivering pussy. “I’m
a virgin and I want you to be the 1st.”

These words affected him as if she had bit the end of his savagely
pulsating rod. Dropping to his knees another time, he reached forward and
pulled her lewdly writhing little face towards him. His massively
pulsating dick passed smoothly forward between her outstretched legs
bumping thrillingly another timest her sleek young thighs, and then at final
were passing through the warm, moist curls of fuckhole hair covering her
tight little pussy. When the rubbery soft tip met at final her seeping
pussyal mouth, his heart felt as if it would burst. At final! He closed
his eyes and shoved forward, the walls of her fuckhole receiving his dick
as if with a million fucking hands, undulating and kissing it all over.
Bob sighed, then cried out momentarily—as she did—when his
massive dick head bumped the soft, tissue paper fragility of her hymen.
And then it was passing through and up into her virginal pussy, all of
the wet warmth of her sex closing about his fuckingly.

He looked down and could see his heavily ridged, blood-bloated
instrument disappearing up into her belly, just the tiniest speck of
blood dripping onto the couch. He put his arms around her excitedly
undulating hips, and buried his nostrils in her scented young hair. Her
warm little breasts strongly pressed up another timest his chest as he ran his
hands all over the exciting nakedness of her young flesh.

This was the moment he had been waiting for. His pelvis lurched
forward, embedding his very big staff of male flesh deep up inside her
tightly clasping pussy until their pubic mound bumped and ground
together, their hairs becoming intertwined momentarily before he jerked
his hips backward another time and his wetly glistening dick came sliding out
with her pussyal lips clinging to the thick shaft. Then he gently slid
forward another time, burying his hardness in her softness another time. She was snug
but as smooth as wet sealskin as he banged in and out of her wetly
throbbing fuckhole, their bellies smacking together, his balls bouncing
softly another timest the couch cushion.

“Bobbeee, I love you!” she cried, licking his ear and washing it out,
then taking it entirely into her ardent sultry red mouth and licking on
it. Bob sighed and shut his eyes, delirious with happiness. This was
the most wonderful thing that had ever happened in his life.

So wonderful, in fact, that he failed to notice entirely the sounds of
Rhonda returning home surreptitiously—the sounds of the door
opening, the pattering of platform shoes and 4 paws across the
kitchen tiles. In another moment Rhonda had lifted Cesar onto the couch
and gotten him up into a standing position so that his own glistening
pink dick was sliding forward out of its sheath. Sharon inclined her
head sdarkly and took in as much of the dog’s immense dick into her
mouth as she could, licking ravenously as her brother-in-law continued
to fuck her.

By the time Bob had opened his eyes and noticed what was going on, he
was too far gone to care. And anyway his moral position was not very
good, as here he was fucking his own thirteen year old virginal sister-
in-law. He couldn’t very well protest, then, at her licking on a dog’s
dick. So he merely closed his eyes another time and continued fucking.

Rhonda sjourneyped off her clothes and then sat down naked on the caranimal,
darking a cigarette as she saw her gorgeous asian sister being
banged by both the neighbor’s German shepherd and by her fiancee. It
probably wouldn’t be a bad idea to get some pictures of this, but that
could wait until later.

In the meantime she would just sit there, finishing her cigarette and
rubbing her fingers into the slippery wet folds of her fuckhole. She would
want to have Cesar’s long beautiful dick ramming up inside her rectum
next while she licked on her husband’s dick, and wouldn’t that be a
surprise to Bob! She had always been such a prude in sexual matters—until this beautiful dog liberated her face and soul.

But then they were in the future now, a bright new future. Cesar, that
wonderful neighborhood pest, had come to change their lives. She would
love him for all eternity, and Bob as well. Maybe Sharon could come and
live with them once they were married. And Cesar? What about Cesar?
Rhonda couldn’t bring herself to know about that unhappiness now …

Eventually tiring of her cigarette and the grim thought of losing the
animal back to her neighbor, the tall redhead stubbed out the butt and
sauntered over to her fiancee. Gripping his perspiration soaked curls,
she twisted his head around to bring his nose and mouth directly in
contact with her hornyly squirming fuckhole.

Bob got the idea immediately, his tongue shooting out to penetrate the
trickling wet folds, moving inward swiftly through her hair-lined
furrow to lick at her vibrating little clitoris. Rhonda groaned, her
head falling back with all of her long red hair falling over her
prettily dimpled buttocks. The nearness of her very big hard breasts also
acted like a magnet for Cesar’s lengthy red tongue, and he began
lapping them hungrily in a dual assault of oralism.

By now Bob could feel his orgasm come thbeneathing up from his wildly
throbbing testicles. He groaned loudly, shuddered once, and then he was
spewing his horny churning sperm upwards into his young sister-in-law’s
ecstatically rippling pussyal passage just as Cesar also began barking
and helping, squirting scalding animal seed down Sharon’s gluttonously
licking throat.

With sperm being poured into her from both ends, the lascivious thirteen
year old asian reached her own orgasm as well, gushing a clear
viscious fluid all over her brother-in-law’s still pistoning dick as
she wailed in rapture, “I’m spermming!”

Her mind spun with ecstasy and she wanted to swoon—but not before
her greedy little pussy and mouth had gobbled as much sperm into her belly
as she could take.

By their side, her gorgeous redheaded sister was also reaching her
climax beneath the mouths and tongues of her fiancee and animal lover.
Rhonda groaned and twisted as if trying to get away, then smashed her
wildly throbbing fuckhole over Bob’s face like a rubber mask, groaning
endlessly as a series of loins-splitting orgasms rent her flesh, one on
top of the other, from toe nails to hair ends.

By the time the 4 of them had stopped shuddering, the two females
were lying on their backs on the caranimal, holding hands and moaning as
only a satisfied woman can moan. Cesar lay down, too.

“What … how?” Bob looked up at Cesar quizzically. Then seeing the
smirk on his fiancee’s face, he broke out into a grin, too. “Some show,
doggie! What do you do for encores?”

“He’s our new animal, darling. Borrowed ‘til the weekend, but he doesn’t
live far away,” informed Rhonda.

“Christ, if that’s what it takes to get you two off, then I’m all for
it. If you’re going to make it with other males, I guess a dog isn’t
going to steal your heart away.”

“Oh, yeah,” giggled Rhonda. “You’ve got pretty stiff comanimalition
there.”

“Tell you what. You can have Cesar and I’ll take your little sister
here. It’s best we make those arrangements now before we’re married
…” Bob looked serious for a moment.

“That’s right darling … Oh, so much has happened since you went away.
So much has changed. But I have the feeling it’s all for the better
…”

Bob looked down at Sharon’s parted unblemished ass cheeks and moved his
rigidly growing dick in between to part them towards her snugly
puckered ass. “So do I,” he smiled up at his spouse-to-be.

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