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Dog Lover (F, dog)
by Anonymous
First published by "The Editor"



                            Chapter 1

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



                            Chapter 2

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



                            Chapter 3

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



                            Chapter 4

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



                            Chapter 5

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



                            Chapter 6

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



                            Chapter 7

     Good Lord, what's going on here? tutted the platinum-tressed
teenager, distraught after minutes of ringing the door bell and pounding
'til her knuckles turned white.  Perhaps the neighbor lady was in her back
yard.  She remembered, now, Rhonda was saying that her neighbor Marla all
but lived in her back yard with her pet German shepherd, Cesar.
     Sharon came around the house to the back patio, where the high wooden
fence separated Marla's dog pen from the neighbor's adjoining backyard.
Though it made her feel nosey peeking over someone's fence and spying on
her privacy, Sharon rose to her tip-toes and pulled herself up to chin
level to scan the patchy back yard.  It was then she heard the alarming
words:
     "Oh, Dobbie, oh God!  Don't!  You mustn't lick my pussy, you naughty
dog.  It feels too goood!"
     Sharon's breath caught in her throat.  What on earth was going on
here?  Dobbie?  Dobbie had to be an animal's name!  She struggled to find
a knot-hole in the thick, wooden fence, but found it security tight, safe
from the eyes of peeping strangers ... like Sharon.
     Sharon could hardly believe her ears.  Oh, God, what was a woman
letting a dog do such nasty things to her?  Slowly, almost fearfully, the
anxious teenager made her way along the fence, like a rabbit eyeing a
carrot patch, her smooth buttocks wiggling nervously under her cut-offs.
     "OH, Dobbie!  Oh, you naughty dog!  You've got your tongue stuck up
all the way into mama's --- urggh!  Oh God!  Dobbie, you're driving me
crazy with your tongue!  What would my sister say if she knew!  Oh, fuck
my cunt with your tongue!"
     Sharon felt as if she had an orange stuck in her larynx.  Dobbie!  A
dog was fucking this woman with his tongue!  This was ghastly!
     But this feeling did not prevent Sharon from moving swiftly across
the patio's cool brick floor toward a latched gate that separated the
dog's pen from the rest of the yard.  She pushed her fingers against the
partially opened gate and watched it slide open wider to reveal the most
indecent and lewd sight she had ever seen in her life!
     For there, on the ground lying on a huge beach towel, was the
mysterious neighbor lying stretched back, her legs spread crab-like, her
full firm breasts quivering tantalizingly and the nipples distended with
her lust, as a Doberman Pinscher lapped his long red tongue over and back
through her shining wet pussy, drawing her moist dark pubic curls after it
with every obscene lick!
     Sharon gasped and fell back into the shadows against the barbecue
pit, her fingers moving instinctively up under her levi cut-offs toward
her bathing suit bikinis, then inside through the snug elastic waistband
to course down through her sparsely curling pubic hair.  One finger found
the swollen lips of her itching and burning young cunt, making a tiny,
titillating little circle all around their hypersensitive outer edges.
She bit down hard on her sultry, pouting lower lip, and began to move her
finger around faster under her bottoms.  This was altogether too much!
She thought she was going to go out of her mind, unable to deny herself
any longer.  First, there was Bob's hungry stare as she left in her
bikini, then the newsboy's hungry kiss, and then that obscene old man in
the park ... and now her sister's neighbor was deep in the throes of
sexual adventure so lewd that Sharon's young mind could scarcely grasp it.
What was the world coming to?  Was this maturity?
     Everywhere she looked, she was getting turned on.  It seemed to be
other people ... and dogs who were having most of the fun, and her hot
little cunt couldn't stand the waiting any longer!  Had her sister
withstood these temptations when she was Sharon's age?  Today was a day
wherein nothing seemed to be sacred.  Maybe it was a full moon ...
     Her mind aflame with desire, the pretty blonde teenager stuffed her
middle finger up through the pleasantly drenched confines of her slippery
cunt, working it around.  Fierce enervating waves of lust seemed to
inundate her virginal teenage flesh.  Her loins felt as if they were
boiling over.  It would not have been so difficult to conceive of her
worldly and beautiful sister's neighbor laying back there in the yard with
a man.  But with a dog?
     Suddenly she saw Marla pull her knees all the way up so that they
touched her breasts.  In this position the slender crevice between her
smooth milk-white buttocks was rolled upward and presented in obscene
sacrifice to Dobbie's savagely licking tongue.  Sharon watched wild-eyed
from the gate as the big animal's gleaming tongue scrolled up to thrust
madly in and out of her neighbor's hair-fringed cuntal furrow in a
lascivious imitation of intercourse, then spiraled its way wetly downward
to flick without mercy at the woman's wrinkled little anus.
     Marla seemed to be choking on her own moans as Dobbie's tongue
pointed and elongated, licking and flicking passionately at her exposed
and vulnerable nether opening.  She no longer delivered words of any
clarity, but rather one long string of mumbled imprecations, all of them
hopelessly incoherent with passion.
     Sharon was trembling violently now.  As if in a dream her free hand
began involuntarily massaging the straining voluptuousness of her virginal
young breasts.  Then her fingers snaked up under her tight bikini top and
trapping her trembling nipples between thumb and forefinger and kneading
and twisting at them until she was afraid they might rip loose from the
quivering milky mounds.
     A groan of deepest satisfaction escaped from the thirteen year old's
sensually parted lips.  The fire raging all around inside her loins was
driving her crazy.  And the finger still thrust down between her legs was
now driving in and out of her wetly sluicing cunt in a maddening cadence.
     Gasping for air, the hopelessly aroused teenager screwed her fingers
in as deeply as she could, then began running them in and out of her
swallowing cunt with a fury that was uncontrollable.  The vision in her
head of her neighbor having her cunt licked by the Doberman Pinscher only
goaded her on to more insane heights of licentious desire.  Even as she
shut her eyes with tension, she could still see in her mind's eyes the way
Dobbie's large thick tongue stuffed itself in and out of Marla's urgently
clasping cunt, sinking through the soft dark pubic hair like a wet red
sword.  Thus stirred, it was not long before Sharon's hoarse gasps and
cries were matching those of Marla's.
     Yes, she had to admit it --- she wanted everything that Marla was
getting and them some.  Her fingers became in her imagination the big
dog's lapping tongue, and they split her love-starved young cunt right up
the sensitive middle.  She only wished that it were Dobbie's tongue
pumping into her searing hot cunt instead of just her fingers.  Out of her
mind with lust, she moved the other hand away from her heaving breasts,
reaching down inside her panties from the rear and then working one
slender index finger up into the tiny puckered anus between her moon-
shaped buttocks.  She gasped hoarsely as, in a few seconds, she soon had
two slim substitute penises fucking in and out of the vaginal openings of
her loins, her pleasure increased a hundred-fold.
     Sharon gasped and choked on her own lusty cries as she dually finger-
fucked herself.  She stopped long enough to lift her tee-shirt, and bra up
off her large hanging breasts, then plunged her fingers back in again with
a groan.  Then she moved up close to the wall of the fence until her full-
swaying mounds were brushing nipple first against the rough wood, driving
the hungering thirteen year old to even greater heights of masturbatory
bliss.
     The young girl's face flushed crimson as she felt her climax coming
with a great savage roar like a tidal wave of sound and pleasure steaming
toward a tropical beach.  She hung teetering on the edge of the most
beautiful blinding orgasm of her young teenage life, her long blonde hair
hanging down her throat straining for breath --- and then suddenly her
entire body was vibrating madly and the white hot secretions of her lust
came gushing down around her lewdly plunging fingers, covering her hand
with its thick cream-like stickiness and then running down her wrist to
drip onto the patio brick floor below.  She could feel it trickling in
small prickly rivers down the insides of her shivering thighs and over her
stiffly bent knees.
     For a long time Sharon didn't realize how much she was gasping and
panting for breath through her fantastic shattering climax.  Her head
seemed to have left her body, and perspiration and a post-orgasmic rash
broke out all over her succulent body.  Her eyes seemed to be clenched
tightly shut for ages, her head resting lank against the fence, her teeth
dug sharply into her full lower lip in order to prevent herself from
crying out.
     Sharon remained there gasping for air for some time, her ass cheeks
swaying langurously in the air.  She couldn't bring herself to withdraw
her fingers from her body until the last dying pulsations of her climax
had departed.  When they had, her fingers at last slithered wetly from her
satiated pussy and tight-clasping anus, and she shuddered as if she had a
fever.
     Still panting heavily, she leaned against the fence and looked in at
Marla Cushing.  Yes, she was still there, and now apparently undergoing
her own terrific, head-blowing orgasm.  She had gripped Dobbie's ears and
was drawing his muzzle so deeply between her long smooth legs that Sharon,
blowing some platinum wisps out of her blue eyes, couldn't really make out
whether the dog was fucking her with his snout or with his tongue.
     Sharon clutched her throat as she realized that she was becoming all
excited again.  This would never do at all.  The thing to do was get home
quickly and take a cold shower or something ... anything!
     Trembling, the exhausted thirteen year old managed to tear herself
away from the illicitly exciting scene taking place in her sister's
neighbor's yard.  There didn't seem to be much room in there for asking a
favor.  She couldn't look Marla in the eye now anyway.
     But still she had to calm herself down somehow.  Her head was all
confused and befuddled as she made her way back around the house with
Marla's cries of ecstasy ringing in her ears: "That's it, Dobbie!  Hurry!
Lick my cunt!  We have to get you home to my sister before she gets
jealous.  Hurry, darling.  Oh, I'm cummmming!"
     And those were the last words echoing in her ears as the visiting
teenager made her way back around the house and into the free and happy
sunlight.
     Perhaps now Rhonda would be home ...



                            Chapter 8

     Back in Rhonda Baker's bedroom, Sharon's redheaded sister lolled
lazily on her waterbed, the golden fingers of the late afternoon sun
streaking across her tanned body as she reached one arm up above her head
and stretched.  Her firmly uptilted breasts jiggled with voluptuous
resilience on her chest.
     She had fallen asleep before the television set, and was thankful for
that.  For after an orgasm with Cesar's tongue and cock up inside of her,
she was no better than a whimpering dummy for the longest time until her
body floated back together again.
     Rhonda had never realized that such a wonderful lewd heaven could
exist in this world.  She had devoted her whole existence toward being a
wife and maybe a mother some day, and now in the course of an afternoon
all of her traditional Irish Catholic values had been turned upside down
by the marvelous climaxes Cesar was capable of producing inside her no
longer resisting flesh.
     But of one thing she was certain --- now that she'd found such a
delightful way of spending a lazy summer day, she wouldn't give it up for
anything.  Bob would have to accept her newfound desire if she was to be
his wife.
     Thrusting her fingers exotically upward through her long red hair,
the contented woman thought again about the long sensual afternoon they
had passed.  She had needed less priming as time went on to fan her
voluptuous curves into a glowing furnace of lust, and had moaned and
gasped endlessly as she lay naked and wanton beneath Cesar's searing wet
caresses.  How could she ever have thought that such beautiful love could
possibly be obscene and perverted?  That no longer made any sense.  A
broad grin broke out over her face when he mused at what her mother would
think should she ever discover her eldest daughter's obsession.
     What had Cesar in store for her next?  Would Marla allow her pet
animal to wander the neighborhood freely, or would she jealously protect
her pet, keep him safe at home and in her own arms.  Oh, Marla couldn't be
that cruel!  The lips of her shamefully relaxed cunt felt all swollen and
sultry, waiting for Cesar's next kiss.
     She looked down at him where he now lay exhausted on the waterbed
next to her.  She had fallen asleep with her arms around his muscular
furry body, but somehow he had managed to slip out of her grasp and find
his own niche on the burgundy bedspread that enhanced his deep brown-black
coat, making the light caramel of his belly and paws stand out vividly.
What a beautiful animal he was!  How could she ever repay him for the
happiness he had brought her.
     "Cesar!" she called out in a silken murmur, and patted the bed beside
her.  "Come here, Cesar.  There's something I want to do for you."
     Indeed she did.  He had fucked her tremendously with that muscular
hardness of his until she had thought she was going out of her mind.  Now
that he was exhausted and couldn't seem to get it up immediately again,
she knew of the perfect way to repay him.  This way he would never forget
her!  He would steal to her back door every chance he had after the gift
she was about to bestow upon him.
     What she had in mind was lewd beyond her wildest dreams ... that is,
up until this afternoon.  She had never done anything like it for Bob,
wanting to save it for marriage, but then there was nothing to save
between a dog and a woman.  So now all the stops were out.  Cesar had
already led her into a mood of debauched depravity unlike anything she'd
ever imagined.  Nothing she could do could possibly bring her any lower,
after what they'd already been through.  So why not?
     "Come here, darling ..."
     Even though he was peering at her only sleepily with one lazy eyelid
upraised, he understood what she was saying.  And being an obedient
animal, Cesar did get to his feet and then make a single effortless leap
onto the bed.
     He lay down with his muzzle on his forelegs and stared up at her with
his large, soulful dark eyes.  What now, he wondered mildly?  Was it time
for him to go back to Marla's?  Had she finished with her other dog lovers
and want him back now?  He hadn't heard the telephone ring ...
     Rhonda smiled sweetly and ran her long, slender fingers gently over
his sleek smooth crown.  "Would you like to turn over, darling?  Rhonda
wants to thank you in her own special way."
     Cesar whimpered, not quite sure what she was after.  Then suddenly
Rhonda spread her legs and with a lengthy sigh of pure contentment, began
slipping her fingers back and forth through the crispy red curls that
surrounded her soft wet pussy slit.  "Doesn't that make you hard, baby?"
she asked.  "Look at me fuck myself baby.  Look at how red and swollen my
cunt lips are for you.  Ohhh, so ready and hot.  Just waiting for that
sweet animal cock of yours to make me cummm ... oh, oh, god, doggie ..."
she swooned.
     The big dog whimpered again and for an answer shot out his long
tongue to pass it like a hot knife through the battered furrow of her open
and hair-lined pussy.  Rhonda gasped and stiffened.  She felt like a
puppet of sheer desire beneath that pleasure-tingling flesh.
     As for Cesar, in another moment the moist pink flesh between her
thighs had communicated its hot fluid desire through his lapping tongue
and he began to feel his balls quiver with stimulation.  His loins seemed
to tremble like jelly.  And in another moment he felt a terrible anxiety
to get back inside of her.
     Rhonda became quickly enslaved all over again beneath the rhythmic
tempo of his tongue, her deep gaze racking her voluptuous body from one
end to the other as his tongue slithered snake like in and out through the
sparse red pubic hairs of her cunt.  She felt as if her cuntal passage
were on fire from his lust tongue fucking She rolled her lovely head from
side to side, gurgling with happiness as she held his large furry head by
the ears between her obscenely spread thighs.
     And then her 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 penis emerging from its
long furry sheath.  The tapered end slipped and danced moistly as it came
sliding out, a spot of cum already issuing from its tip.  And it continued
slithering hotly 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 penis.
     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 cock 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 last!  But how could she get to suck 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 cuntal flesh fairly
seethed, sending a hot flow of cuntal 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 begging him now.  "I want to
love you.  Please lie down.  I want to suck that beautiful penis of yours,
you gorgeous animal, just the way you sucked my cunt."
     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 spoke to him in soothing,
gentling tones, brushing her hand lovingly over his soft sleek fur, her
eyes locked on the solid pink length of his emerging cock 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 pussy was directly above it --- and her
face exactly above the pulsating hardness of his immense animal penis!
     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, spreading
her legs obscenely wide ... almost immediately his tongue lashed out at
her throbbing pussy for the millionth exquisite time.  She moaned with
delight as it sluiced through the hot pink wetness of her agonized cuntal
flesh, then lowered her cheek to nestle against his warm hard stomach, her
hand quickly moving to grasp his swiftly growing penis!
     Rhonda's affectionate touch made the big German shepherd tremble with
joy, but it also made her gasp hungrily as well.  She clasped his huge
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 cock, slithering moistly around in her sucking mouth!  Her eyes
glazed over as if she were drugged, her hand still stroking his jerking
animal penis.  She worked the heavily furred protective sheath up and
back, groaning contentedly as his searing tongue lapped hotly without
pause at her desire-enraged cunt.  Then with a low cry, the lust-obsessed
redhead parted her lush red lips to let the slim tapering dog cock ease
its way into the torrid wetness of her greedily welcoming oral cavern ...
     Rhonda groaned and moaned with happiness as Cesar's cock slithered
farther and farther back along her tongue until finally it was resting all
the way deep in her gurgling throat.
     At last, she sighed.  At last.
     She began touching his blood hardened rigidity frenziedly, licking
the pulsating length like a mad woman, as his pulsating canine cock
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 sucked madly on the lust-quenching rod of
flesh.  Her head swam from its heady, musky flavor.  There was just the
trace of saltiness where cum oozed from its squishy soft tip, but this
only added to the excitement raging in her loins.  For the most part
Cesar's cock was nice and hard and warm and pulsating, welling
continuously with every ardent lick and suck of her undulating lips and
tongue.
     Above her she could hear his high-pitched animal whine as he
continued to lick at her hotly inflamed cunt, and she twirled her tongue
around his long thick member, sucking on it as best she knew how.  His
powerful body responded passionately to her ardent sucking, his canine
pelvis jerking forward to bury his cock all the way to the rear of her
mouth, his heavy cum-filled testicles bumping softly against 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.  Again the masterful dog
whimpered, this tantalization prompting him to begin an in-and-out pumping
rhythm between the hotly sucking crimson oval of her wetly milking lips.
     The exotic flavor his animal cock made her pussy swarm like a
beehive.  She reveled in a mire of sensuality, sucking and licking with
increasing urgency, her cheeks bloating and hollowing, her smokily veiled
eyes glowing with desire as down below, between her widespread white legs,
the big dog lapped avidly at her steaming hot loins.
     His penis 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 cock was fucking
up into her face with a perfect rhythm, while his tongue spread ever more
deeply into the moist eager opening of her hair-fringed cuntal folds.  She
scraped and nipped gently with her teeth, swirling her tongue in artful
little circles around his pulsating dog-penis, 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 cock-tip, spewing hot jets of spermy liquid down her
sucking throat.
     Already she had tasted some of it, and she could swallow it all day
long.
     As for Cesar, he was panting as fast as he was lapping at her burning
hot pussy.  He had never known anything so exciting as this strange new
woman!  She sucked on him better than Marla ever had, milking his aching
testicles with her hands at the same time as she sucked on his cock.  And
he whined and whimpered as her tongue and hotly ovalled lips created lurid
waves of escalating sensation within the depths of his churning testicles
that he knew they had to explode soon, sending sharp, staccato squirts of
milky hot liquid the entire length of his cock and eventually into her
greedily suctioning mouth.
     Rhonda had never sucked a penis before, and she was quite out of her
head with desire.  The experience was by far more than she had bargained
for.  At first 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 cock, her
loins on fire and almost ready to explode.
     Yes, she wanted her furry lover to shoot his hot animal cum deep into
her salaciously sucking 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 cuntal area glowing like hot
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 sucked with the greediness born of her fiercely
brainless lust ... quivering and shivering with hot lewd need ... so lost
in her delirious pleasure-bent craving that she didn't even notice the
door to her bedroom opening just slightly ...
     She heard Cesar whimper, then yelp through his animalistic orgasm,
gushing sperm in hot sticky streams all the way down her convulsively
sucking throat.  And then she began sobbing along with him, pouring her
own cum out over his savagely lapping face, flooding his snout, muzzle and
eyes with the hot, 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 penis, swallowing all of his cum 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 suck 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 again, taking in his
already softening penis until she could lick and suck 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 first she couldn't believe the fantastic sight confronting her
youthful eyes.  She had frozen there in the doorway as if struck by
lightning.  Her sister was sucking like a madwoman on the neighbor's
German shepherd's thick red penis while the animal licked at her openly
exposed cunt!
     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 huge dog's
penis.  Sucking ecstatically with her throat full of husky guttural moans!
     The nubile platinum blonde teenager shook out her long white-blonde
hair, her ripely swollen breasts heaving with emotion.  Every time the
brute snarled, his powerful flanks pumping his cock 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 watched hypnotized as stream after stream of the visciously
gushing dog-sperm erupted into Rhonda's ovalled mouth, filling her throat
faster than she could swallow it.  It seemed forever before the semen-
drained cock slipped wetly from her sister's cum-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 watching 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
think of now was that bright red dog cock 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 hot, wet and willing young cunt.
     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 under 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
huge, 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 mother had reminded
the younger sister of that on several occasions.  And then to find her in
bed with a dog!  It negated everything her mother 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 blonde
continued to run her fingers absent-mindedly into the soft, hair-fringed
folds of her rapidly moistening young pussy, the elastic waistband of her
panties gripping tight against her slowly moving wrist.  The heated
moisture from her vagina 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 anybody not loving 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
teenager daydreamed on and on.  She imagined her brother in law with all
of his clothes off, his immense hard cock 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 spread widely, welcoming him, her
pale soft pussy 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 penis slowly parting
the sparse curls around her cuntal mouth before moving into the wetly
glistening folds of pussy 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
cock 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 penis had broken through her
virginal hymen before going all the way down into the hungering depths of
her cunt ... so that man and dog were both fucking her at once in her two
gaping holes.
     Sharon gasped and opened her eyes.  Her cuntal hair was all soaked
with a warm, pearl-colored cum.  She drew out her fingers she'd been using
to relieve herself and looked at them startled.  Even as she stared at
them, she saw her hand rising of its own volition to her mouth.  A moment
later she began sucking on them, swallowing 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 cuntal 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 girl moved toward the connecting door to her bedroom.
     Once inside, she began swiftly stripping off her clothes.  First 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, watching 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
slightly, and squeezed.  Fluttery sensations burst through her chest and
rippled downward to her wetly throbbing pussy.
     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 second
later her levis fell in a soft pool around her long lithe legs.  The
cotton of her shorts caressed her slender young ankles lovingly, and she
shivered involuntarily from that soothing caress.
     Now her thumbs hooked into the tight elastic waistband of her white
bikini, and she drew them down, watching herself the whole time, even as
her long blonde 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 hot hairless crevice, until she remembered the obscene way she
had stuck her finger up inside her puckering little anus at Marla's house,
and, blushing with shameful remembrance, she steeled herself and forced
her fingers to slide out again.
     Then she was facing frontward again and cupped her ripened breast
mounds to offer them erotically to her reflection in the mirror.  These
were what men loved to suck on, she knew, and Bob should love hers
especially.  For wasn't she a loving little girl?
     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
blonde?
     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
slightly ...
     She looked at the door --- startled 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 understood what the
beautiful young girl 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 first
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 girl had such an essence of purity about her that the urge
to slip his cock 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 house.  Then when he had broken from the redheaded female,
leaving her breathing brokenly in an exhausted nakedness, he took off
after the young blonde.
     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 slightly parted,
and he had been able to push it open further and ease his sleek body
through the wide-spread 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 cock gradually filling with blood and sliding out
through its softly furred container.  He was all ready to go again --- this
girl 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 penis 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 blast of fear in the trembling young
girl'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
against 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 spoke, the young girl
realized she wanted him to do something ... something naughty.
     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 allowed 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 understood 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 perfect rationale
for being compliant.  This was rape!  After her initial resistance, God
could scarcely hold it against her if she was terrified and allowed
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
competition 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 fours 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 cunt
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 hot 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 teenager.  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 first
penis 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 penis, instinct for her body 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 penis, pulling it forward so that
the tip of it pressed snugly against her tightly clenched little anus.
     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 cock
sliding effortlessly forward through her tight elastic anal ring!
     "Aaaarrrggghhh!" Sharon groaned as the huge 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 first real sexual experience any
girl 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 cock 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 against 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 penis as she could, but the twinges of pain she was
beginning to feel forced her to back off it again.
     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 first.  There was some pain as he spread her tender nether
hole with his gradually expanding penis.  As moist and slick as it was, it
was still throbbing with the hard ridges of his swollen veins, and she
could feel every last 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 asunder.
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
penis, and trickling down the shaft it found its wet way into the crinkled
mouth of her anus.  As the dog drew back slightly, worming his penis
around in her squirming hot 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 penis up into her tightly resisting anus, burying his cock to
the hilt in her warm buttery flesh.
     "Afrrrggghhh!" she gargled throatily as his enormous blood engorged
cock pushed forward into her softly yielding body.  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 teenager, ringing piteous whimpers of insane lust from her open and
drooling mouth.
     His long merciless cock seemed to be growing increasingly within her
fire-filled belly, and for a moment the girl 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
teenager found herself grinding backward with a mindless lust, pushing the
wide-stretched moons of her helplessly upthrust ass cheeks back onto his
love-slick penis, 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 cock into her aching nether aperture, she found that she was
again 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 hotly 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, wallowing in subjugation and bestial humiliation.  His rampaging
cock disappeared up into her then came out again 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 again, bringing
sharp cries of ecstasy from her open mouth.  She gurgled and gargled and
thrashed beneath his inhuman maddening fucking that had destroyed all her
reason.
     Sharon was vaguely aware that she was straining her lewdly upturned
buttocks back over his punishing cock 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 ultimate 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 penis 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 last his scalding animal sperm
inside of her.  Her desire-confused brain whirled with the absolute
luridness of their situation, while her naked young body 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 huge German shepherd straddling the spread
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 cock emerging from between her whitely quivering ass cheeks,
then plunging back inside again.  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 response humped forward heavily, his
sperm-gorged balls slapping into her nest of soaked pussy hair up between
her thighs.  The long spear of his thickly hardened canine penis moved
deeply upward into the hungrily squirming orifice of her backside.
     Sharon's eyes bulged as she watched his furious attack in the mirror,
watched his scarlet penis 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 against her quivering pussy 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 fucked all the more frantically into her
slavishly kneeling body.  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 huge penis 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 girl rotated her buttocks desperately over his powerful
instrument with uncontrollable whimpering mewls, clenching and unclenching
her hotly clinging rectal walls over the entire length of his heavily
ridged cock with a masochistic cry of wanton pleasure
     And then suddenly she could feel her first cock-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 penis 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 CUMMING!"
     Her clasping anal flesh clung like a tightened fist in a rubber glove
to his huge hardness as the big dog suddenly began jerking and shuddering
its deeply buried instrument squirting hot 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 cum-slickened rod as
she felt spasms of unbelievable delight rippling through her teenage flesh
totally unlike anything she'd ever felt before.  Her nether passage sucked
and milked on his madly spurting penis while the little teenage blonde
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 swallowed all of Cesar's animal cum and then sucked upward
on it to get more.
     "Oh!  OH!  OHHHHH!" she wailed, her cunt and rectum both gushing out
their liquid passion all over his sharply pistoning cock, 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 penis out of her snugly grasping anus.  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 cunt, she
felt all wet and spent.  Her budding young body 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 mother imposed on us.  I think
we've both learned more in one day than our parents taught us in a
lifetime."
     Rhonda chuckled softly, then reached down to pet 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 started barking at me and snarling and ...  He made me want it in spite
of myself, in spite of the fact that mother 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 again 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 cock
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 tiny, 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 think there's anything that
could compare to having a real man's cock inside of me."  Sharon winced,
still rubbing her wet little cunt as though she were polishing it of
tarnish.  The moist oval folds of her pussy and the creamily glistening
dark hole in the center of her body.  Her pussy hair sparkled with drops
of cum, 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
vagina, just perfect for fucking."  She smiled and reached down into
Cesar's genital area to locate his quiescent hidden cock.  She began
playing with it casually as she asked her lovely young sister.  "Are you
sure you wouldn't like Cesar to stuff his cock 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 penis stuffing itself in and
out of her snugly virginal cuntal chambers.
     Or was it so ridiculous?  Maybe not so much as at first 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 last, 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 cunt, until finally she had wedged them so
deeply that her middle finger bounced against 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 teenager 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 understands that."

                           *    *    *

     They had it all planned out.  The formula was simple, really.  The
first 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 swallowed 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 under the table.  So he did have the hots 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 cock and balls gently.  "You know how girls are in
puberty."
     Bob winced and shot her a dark, puzzled look.  What was happening
between these two?
     Sharon just smiled again 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 pussy ... so blonde and soft.
     While Rhonda had been combing out her hair, Sharon had confessed that
she had witnessed her sister sucking on Cesar's penis and swallowing his
squirting animal cum, 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 underneath the table and covered hers with it.
She continued to gently milk his sexual organs, and his cock 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 girl.  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 perfectly formed for sucking.  What a shame that
some lucky man would get that instead of him.  He closed his eyes, and his
nostrils flared slightly as he visualized Sharon's young mouth closing all
warm and moist and soft about his long cock.  Rhonda would never do that
for him.
     "Rhonda!" he gasped, no longer able to control himself.  Her thumb
passed over the eye of his penis, 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 girl had noticed nothing.
Bob signalled to his fiancee vigorously with his eyes, but to no avail.
Again and again 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 again and his cock 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
understood.
     Bob nodded in consent.  He reached down with one hand under the table
and, face flaming, struggled to put his penis back inside his pants and
shorts.  Then he zipped himself up, uncomfortably aware of the loud whirl
of the metallic teeth meshing.  "Be back 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 watched 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 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 first date.  It was
somewhat unusual for them to be left alone together with Rhonda gone.
     "How are you doing?" he asked at last, 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 under the tight sweater which she
wore.  Her sweater, under the strain of her budding breasts, seemed to
have accidentally opened a button so that now her cleavage was really
startling.  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 penis had remained huge
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 started 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 blonde 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 erection 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, nobody 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 girl ...
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
cock 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
suck 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,
sucking 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 cock again.  "You're sucking 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 sucked 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 cunt was flowing in heated anticipation, soaking her pussy
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 sucked, 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 suck 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 think of was fucking this beautiful, platinum haired girl.
     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 blonde
pussy hair was all wet and the seeping oval wet folds of her open cunt
looked as shiny as if they had been greased.
     "God," he murmured in adoration of all the blonde pussy hair and her
open, desirable young cunt.  Sharon was the most desirable thing he'd ever
seen in his life.  He pushed his hands under her firmly resilient buttocks
and drew her toward his mouth as if her pink cuntal slit were a slice of
watermelon.  In another moment his lips were moving through her sparse
pubic curls and then touching her moist quivering pussy.  He slipped his
tongue in through the hot layers of wet flesh to locate her hypersensitive
clitoris, and sucked 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 last 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 cock 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 vagina.
"I'm a virgin and I want you to be the first."
     These words affected him as if she had bit the end of his savagely
pulsating rod.  Dropping to his knees again, he reached forward and pulled
her lewdly writhing little body towards him.  His massively pulsating
penis passed smoothly forward between her outstretched legs bumping
thrillingly against her sleek young thighs, and then at last were passing
through the warm, moist curls of pussy hair covering her tight little
cunt.  When the rubbery soft tip met at last her seeping cuntal mouth, his
heart felt as if it would burst.  At last!  He closed his eyes and shoved
forward, the walls of her pussy receiving his cock as if with a million
loving hands, undulating and kissing it all over.  Bob sighed, then cried
out momentarily --- as she did --- when his massive cock head bumped the
soft, tissue paper fragility of her hymen.  And then it was passing
through and up into her virginal cunt, all of the wet warmth of her sex
closing about his lovingly.
     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 against his chest as he ran his hands all over
the exciting nakedness of her teenage flesh.
     This was the moment he had been waiting for.  His pelvis lurched
forward, embedding his huge staff of male flesh deep up inside her tightly
clasping cunt until their pubic mound bumped and ground together, their
hairs becoming intertwined momentarily before he jerked his hips backward
again and his wetly glistening penis came sliding out with her cuntal lips
clinging to the thick shaft.  Then he gently slid forward again, burying
his hardness in her softness again.  She was snug but as smooth as wet
sealskin as he fucked in and out of her wetly throbbing pussy, their
bellies smacking together, his balls bouncing softly against 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 sucking 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 four 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
penis was sliding forward out of its sheath.  Sharon inclined her head
slightly and took in as much of the dog's immense penis into her mouth as
she could, sucking 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 sucking on a dog's
penis.  So he merely closed his eyes again and continued fucking.
     Rhonda stripped off her clothes and then sat down naked on the
carpet, lighting a cigarette as she watched her gorgeous blonde sister
being fucked 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 pussy.  She would
want to have Cesar's long beautiful penis ramming up inside her rectum
next while she sucked on her husband's penis, 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 body 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 think 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 hotly squirming pussy.
     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 huge 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 thundering up from his wildly
throbbing testicles.  He groaned loudly, shuddered once, and then he was
spewing his hot churning sperm upwards into his teenage sister-in-law's
ecstatically rippling cuntal passage just as Cesar also began barking and
helping, squirting scalding animal seed down Sharon's gluttonously sucking
throat.
     With cum being poured into her from both ends, the lascivious
thirteen year old blonde reached her own orgasm as well, gushing a clear
viscious fluid all over her brother-in-law's still pistoning cock as she
wailed in rapture, "I'm cumming!"
     Her mind spun with ecstasy and she wanted to swoon --- but not before
her greedy little cunt and mouth had gobbled as much cum into her belly as
she could take.
     By their side, her gorgeous redheaded sister was also reaching her
climax under 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 pussy 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 four of them had stopped shuddering, the two females
were lying on their backs on the carpet, 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 pet, 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 competition
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 cock in between to part them towards her snugly
puckered anus.  "So do I," he smiled up at his wife-to-be.



                             The End
