KENNEL WIVES
By J. S. Bradley


Foreword

The seething passions that lurk within many individuals are often hidden beneath a
veneer of normalcy, exposed only under extremely tempting conditions.
The woman who, after a few drinks at a party, takes on all comers, male and female
alike. The man who, during a strip show at a stag party, climbs up on stage with the
girl and performs with her in front of his friends. The couple who, under group
pressure, reluctantly join the neighborhood mate-swappers.
Tracey Holland is one of these outwardly proper and quite normal people – until she
meets with Eva. Then the love of degradation and the desire to be debased that lies
coiled like a snake within her are let loose, changing the fabric of her life forever.
KENNEL WIVES – a fictional story about two women caught up in a web of
debauchery and perverseness. Their tale stands as a lesson for our society.
-The Publisher


Chapter 1

"Mmmmmm, Rex – you darling!" Eva moaned softly.
Her eyes were closed. Her black hair, long and shiny, fanned about her head and over
the pillow. She lay on her back, totally naked, and cupped her tits in her hands.
She squeezed the cone-shaped firmness of them, making them point towards the
ceiling. The nipples were long and ruby red, stiff with the heat Rex was making rise in
her firm, curving body.
She squirmed on the bed and moaned again, twisting her body. Her tongue slipped
between her full, red lips and licked them, making them shiny and sensitive, especially
along the satiny inner surfaces. The white gleam of even teeth showed between her lips,
and her nostrils flared slightly with a puff of lust.
She twisted her head one direction and her wide, curving hips the other. Her spine
arched slightly, and her stomach went flat and hard as another gasp of desire escaped
her lips. She squeezed her tits harder and shivered, and her trim thighs opened wide.
Her pelvis rocked upward, and the dark pelt of cunt hair over her mound and pussy
lips split open. Silky, red inner tissues of her cunt showed between her bloated twat
flaps, and the flesh warm and moist and oiled by slippery juices.
Her hole sucked and throbbed involuntarily, and warm honey leaked from it, making
her cunt mouth aromatic and shiny. Her round butt-cheeks tightened and relaxed and
clenched again as she lifted her throbbing cunt higher for his touch.
She felt his warm breath puff over her whole pussy, and she was ready to scream with
impatience for the way he was teasing her.
"Ohhh, Rex..." she gasped. "Do it, darling – lick my cunt! Ohhh, God, lick it – suck it!
Make your wonderful, long tongue slither all the way up my pussy and eat me out!"
She could nearly feel it there already. She shivered again, remembering the sensation of
it last night. It had been the longest tongue she'd ever had up her cunt.
It had wriggled and writhed inside her snatch. It had licked the slippery honey from her
cunt walls at the same time his nose had pressed and massaged against her straining clit
and bathed the pulsing organ with puffs of hot, moist breath.
"God, darling – slurp my pussy!" she cried, fairly shuddering with the unbridled
anticipation memory had brought.
Her feet shifted and went flat against the bed. She bent her knees and flexed the long,
firm muscles of her thighs until her butt lifted from the bed and swayed erotically
against the sheet.
Her pussy strained high for the touch she longed to feel against it, and her cunt hole
was a thing alive, sucking and pulsing and drooling honeyed juice.
She took her hands from her tits and reached towards her crotch for his head. She felt
his short hair against her fingers. She cupped his ears, then slid her palms to his cheeks,
aiming his mouth towards her sweltering, shaking pussy.
She pulled his face against her cunt. His nose poked into her sodden hole, and her
pussy muscles erupted with motion, squeezing and sucking and pulsing wildly.
Honey poured from her cunt walls and dripped from her silky mouth, making an
inflamed hotbed of oiled tissues for his wonderful tongue.
"Lick it, Rex!" she cried tightly.
She wanted to pull his whole face into her throbbing pussy. She was just barely able to
refrain from trying to do it. The wild fear crossed her mind that he would drown in her
flowing cunt if she did.
She let her knees fall wider apart. Her trim, long thighs spread and turned slightly
outward, exposing the satiny inner surfaces completely. She felt his hairy body between
her legs and clamped her knees against it lightly with a sudden convulsion of lust.
"Darling, lick it!" she gasped again. "Rex, don't tease me this way! Suck – lick! Ohhhh,
God, do it, do it!"
Rex gazed at her, looking along her flat stomach to the coned hills of her swollen tits
and between them to her face. He watched her full lips move and listened to her
impassioned pleas. He snorted gently into her wet pussy meat once, then licked out
with his tongue.
"Ohhhh, GOD!" she cried, shrieking from the blissful sensation.
Rex did it again. His long tongue went flat and broad, pressing into the crack between
her butt-cheeks and slurping upward, plucking the rim of her ass-hole and making it
pulse wildly.
It rippled over the honey-filled pocket of flesh at the bottom of her pussy.
It lapped up over the quivering, silken ring of her cunt mouth and sent her whole pussy
channel into spasms.
It swept up her oiled gash to her clit, plucking at the tip of her straining little organ 
as if trying to lift it from the tender tented hiding place at the top of her slit.
"Ahhhhh, MY GOD!" Eva cried again, her whole body shuddering with swimming
sensation.
Her nipples stretched from the ends of her conical tits and spiked tightly. They
throbbed violently at the rubbery ends as if threatening to erupt a syrupy fluid over her
chest. Her tongue shot between her lips and licked the swollen, fiery surfaces over and
over.
Rex licked again and again, lapping at her cunt, cleaning off the slippery honey. It was
an endless task. The more he licked, the more juice he caused to flow from her
shuddering cunt.
But Rex didn't mind. It tasted good. Her cunt smelled good, too. Once you got used to
the slippery quality of her pussy juice, licking cunt was all right.
He snorted against her pussy once more and made the end of his tongue rim the
quivering muscular ring of her pussy hole. That was where the juice came from, all
right – in there.
He licked deeper, his tongue slithering into the silkiness of her wet, dark cunt hole. It
rippled over the satiny convolutions and probed deeper and deeper.
"Darling! Wonderful!" Eva squeaked. "God, like that! Yes! Ohhh, yes! God, so deep!"
Her hips lifted and tossed. There was no rhythm to her movements. She was past the
point of methodical motion. Her pelvis lifted and jerked erratically, and her pussy
clamped down around the long, writhing, squirming tongue.
She tried to pull it deeper into her yearning box, but her pussy couldn't get a good grip
on it. It was not like fucking a big hard prick. She could suck a prick all the way to the
back of her cunt, squeezing it and twisting it and milking it until it exploded inside her
twat and flooded her channel with sperm.
But the tongue was something different. It wriggled and slithered. It scraped the
slippery juice from her cunt walls and changed shape and drew the honey back out her
cunt to trickle down the swallowing throat.
She just couldn't get a good grip on a working, licking tongue. In a sense, that was
frustrating to Eva, because she always liked to have a firm grip on everything.
Everything.
She liked to have control – to be in control. She more than like it. It was her way.
So, there was something about the long tongue in her pussy that she couldn't control
that made her feel anticipatory, as if danger were lurking nearby.
But this kind of danger, this kind of loss of control of events was an exciting, titillating
kind of danger. With a prick up her cunt, she controlled when it erupted. All she had to
do was clamp down with her silken cunt muscles and suck inward, and the prick would
be milked to explosion.
It happened that way all the time when Harry fucked her. He tried, sometimes, but he
just couldn't resist the persuasive suck of her soft pussy muscles. Whenever she wanted
him to come, whenever she wanted to control him, she milked his cock with her cunt.
And then he would choke and grunt with surprise and blast his sperm into her pussy,
gripping her tightly and shuddering.
She could sometimes hear him grinding his teeth when he came, and it thrilled her an
extra bit to know that he had tried to hold off his orgasm and had failed once again.
Harry was a cream puff to control. That was why she lived with him. And that was why
she secretly scorned him at the same time. He was no challenge to her.
Rex was different. Rex's slurping, slithering tongue was different. Her slippery, sucking
pussy couldn't grab his tongue. And even if it could, clamping down on a tongue and
milking it with slick cunt walls couldn't make it come – couldn't control him.
"Ohhhh, Rex..." she gasped, feeling thrills chase through her body on fluttering wings.
"You bastard, you're going to make me come! Ohhhh, you can't do that to me! I
decide, not you! You can't just slither your tongue into my pussy and make me come
when you want me to. I won't let you!"
She gasped, sucking in her breath and holding it. He was doing just that to her, and
there wasn't any doubt of it. His tongue drilled into her shaking cunt faster and faster,
slithering nearly all the way to the back of it.
It was driving her wild. Her cunt muscles clamped and sucked, but they were ineffective
in gripping the slippery tongue and holding it still so that she could control her own
responses.
It was thrilling to have an orgasm happen this way. It was a little frightening, too. She
didn't know whether she liked it or not. And then it suddenly didn't matter any more
what she liked or what she felt about losing control, because she was suddenly there.
"Ah! Ahhhh, Rex! I'm going to come! Your tongue's driving me wild, darling! You
cunt-licking bastard, you're making me come! AH! AHHHHHHHGH!"
Her body wrenched and heaved. She felt her pussy suck and twist all around the elusive
tongue. It became amorphous, changing shape and configuration and depth, but always
there in her pussy, sliding and drilling and probing and twisting her into wild orgasm.
She held his head tightly in her hands and pulled his face hard against her shuddering,
pulsing cunt mouth. Honey flowed from her depths and was so great in quantity that
he couldn't lick it all up and swallow it.
It dribbled out around his tongue and slithered down her pussy mouth, trickling and
running, filling the pocket of flesh at the bottom of her pussy and overflowing.
It dribbled into the crack of her ass and filled the dimpled mouth of her ass-hole. And
the way her bung was pulsing when she came, there was no way to keep the slippery
stuff from running up into her sucking ass-hole and lubricating it for his prick when
she had him fuck her there in a little while.
"YAAAAAH!" she cried again, spasming tightly, letting the last of it jolt through her
with a tremendous contraction of all her smooth muscles.


Chapter 2

"God, enough! Stop, darling – that's enough!"
Rex drew back finally. He watched Eva's pussy mouth quake with tiny shivers, and he
licked his chops. He nuzzled her hands as they held the sides of his head, and his prick
stretched and throbbed with the excitement she had driven him to.
"Ohhhh, just a minute, darling," she puffed. "Let me rest just a minute, and then you
can fuck me. I know you're hot. I know you want to come. Just a minute, darling."
Eva waited until she'd caught her breath. She wondered if Harry would get back while
Rex was fucking her and if he'd get that look on his face again – the pouting, childish,
injured one.
"Oh, the hell with Harry, darling!" she cried aloud, her hips jerking upward with need
again. "Come fuck me now, Rex. Give me your big, hard prick and let me slip it into
my pussy and suck on it with my silky cunt muscles until you fill me with hot cum!"
She reached lower under his body, feeling the hair on his belly. She pulled him farther
up over her body and captured his prick in her hand at the same time.
Rex growled with lust and licked at the protruding cone of her swollen tit. His cock
throbbed in the cuddling cup of her palm and fingers. He nearly shot his load in her
hand as she massaged and fondled his prick.
He scooted along her body, his chest against hers, the hair on it warm against her
throbbing tits. When he was high enough, she was able to cup his big balls and roll
them in her fingers.
"Ohhhh, God, what big nuts, darling," she moaned. "What a stiff, bone-hard cock!
Mmmmmm, fuck it into me, Rex – stick it in my pussy and let me suck on it with my
cunt muscles and make you blast your load into me!"
Rex growled with lust again and squirmed forward atop her, until his nose and face
were buried in the soft hollow of her neck. His cock throbbed heatedly in her hand, and
the tip of it stretched forward and touched the mouth of her wet, silky cunt.
"Yes! Yes!" Eva gasped.
She tipped her head back. Her black, silky hair swirled on the pillow around her and
made a raven frame for the whiteness of her creamy skin.
Her lips pulled back in a grimace of animal lust, and breath hissed from her nostrils
and through her clenched teeth as she took his hard, strong cock into her horny cunt.
Her dark eyes rolled in their sockets. The creamy skin pulled tight over her high
cheekbones. Her cheeks hollowed with the intake of breath and emphasized the thin,
fragile line of her nose and the pointed quality of her chin.
Her lips were deep red, a gash of flesh across the creamy whiteness of the rest of her
skin. The gesture of sexual ecstasy gave her face a faintly skeletal appearance that
intermingled with the sultriness of her passion.
Her pointed tits thrust against Rex's hairy chest as if trying to stab through him. Her
pussy lifted up against his straining, thrusting cock and sucked at it wildly from inside,
the silky muscles clamping and drawing against the hard rod.
She felt his big balls nestled in the crack of her ass, warm things, lifting and falling and
rolling in their sac. She wondered wildly if she could capture them and make him howl
with agonized rapture by clenching the firm cheeks of her ass.
Instead, she lifted her legs and made her thighs split wide open. She locked her calves
around his hairy butt and pulled, sinking his cock into her grasping pussy all the way,
until her bloated, silky cunt lips mushed around the root of his prick and enfolded it
with hot, oiled flesh.
"God!" she cried sharply.
Her mouth opened wide. White teeth flashed wetly in the light, even and strong. The
cords on her neck stood out. Her spine arched upward, lifting them both from the bed.
Rex's prick pumped in and out of her pussy hole, hot and full and hard. He growled
with passion again and licked over her opened lips with his flat tongue, as if trying to
find more of her honeyed cunt juice in her mouth while he was fucking her pussy with
his stiff, raging prick.
Eva tossed and whimpered and let things go out of control for a moment.
It was thrilling to do that. If it had been anyone but Rex fucking her, she wouldn't have
allowed herself to let go of total control for even an instant. But she knew she had
nothing to fear from Rex.
Nevertheless, she tossed her head and opened her eyes and looked at him. Then she
changed the wild rhythm of her pussy to a calculated stroking and clamping and
sucking.
She heard his growl of lust and knew that she had him under control now, that he was
hers to do with as she pleased. She could make him come now. She could tease him
along and release him and make his passion fade from its peak.
She could even clamp down on his cock so hard he would whimper with pain and lose
nearly all his passion, so that he would have to start the long, stroking climb all over
again.
She smiled to herself. Then her lips pulled back, and she smiled at him. A low, soft,
sensuous chuckle rose in her throat, and a feeling of complete mastery swept through
her and made her tingle all over.
It was a feeling nearly more sensual than the fucking itself. It was the feeling she loved,
the height of glory, an exaltation greater than orgasm sometimes.
"Ahhhhh, feel my wet pussy around your swollen prick, darling," she gasped to him.
"Feel that? Feel how it squeezes and sucks? Feel how it milks your hot cock and makes
you want to come in my pussy and drench the flames there?"
She pumped her hips slowly, sensuously. She flexed her thighs and dug her heels into
his hairy ass and made him fuck deeper into her clutching snatch. She set the pace and
rhythm of their fucking, taking even that away from him, too.
His prick floated in the oiled bath of her silky cunt. She gave his trapped balls a
taunting squeeze between her butt-cheeks, and was satisfied with the soft grunt he gave.
It was a sound of surrender, an acknowledgment of his servitude and her mastery, a
giving over to her complete control of their fucking.
It was the sound she wanted to hear, and she gloried in it. She made her pussy suck
and pull at his hard prick and felt the stiff rod swell inside her cunt.
It trembled there, threatening to erupt. She squeezed hard with her strong cunt
muscles, holding the stiff tool still inside her constricted hole. Rex groaned and let 
out a faint whimper of near pain. His cock shrank in girth from the incredible pressure
around it, and he couldn't have come then if his life had depended on it.
Eva teased him. She swiveled her hips in a small circle, making her tight ass brush over
the sheet. It felt to her as if a quick snap of her hips would yank his prick from his
groin, and she grinned again at the thought.
Rex tried to fuck his prick in and out of her hole, but it wouldn't move. Her pussy
tissues were pushed and pulled, and but she knew he pained himself more than her,
and she waited for him to stop.
She chuckled again when he did. She wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged
him to her. She pushed her tits against his chest and released her vise-like grip on his
cock. She made her pussy suck and milk gently along his shaft, caressing it with oiled
silk after the brutal squeezing.
"There, darling," she said softly. "Doesn't that feel good to your sore little prick now,?
Doesn't that feel extra good? Doesn't it make you want to come in me?"
Rex grunted and licked his lips with his long tongue. His balls moved up and down,
and his prick stretched and throbbed.
"Now, Rex," Eva whispered in a sultry tone. "Come now. Blast my pussy full of your
hot cum! You can't hold it back any longer, darling – you can't! Let it go! Hose it into
me! Squirt – squirt and come!"
Rex growled again. His prick pulsed and shuddered. Sperm jetted from the tip
independently of his will. She fairly sucked it from him as she milked his hard tube.
"Ahhhh, come! COME!" Eva cried, tossing her head, watching him at the same time,
knowing that he was all hers at this moment, completely subject to her dominance.
Rex whimpered and growled and shook his head. His body trembled convulsively, and
sperm hosed from his battered, tortured, pampered cock.
He filled her pussy channel with syrupy jizz. It spurted out backward between his
pumping rod and her satiny cunt mouth, drenching her pussy lips, matting her raven
pubes, dribbling down her ass crack onto the bed and into her ass-hole.
She opened her mouth at that moment and let out a sharpedged sound of victory and
climax and let herself come with him.
Her cunt vibrated and sucked. Her tits punched into his hairy chest. Her legs clamped
around his ass and pulled him into her body as far as she could get him.
That was the moment the bedroom door opened.


Chapter 3

Harry stood in the doorway, looking at Eva and Rex and watching them come together.
He held the evening newspaper, folded in his right hand. His jaw clenched tightly, and
his teeth ground together. He slapped the side of his leg unconsciously with the
quarter-folded newspaper, club-like – as if he were beating them with it instead of his
leg.
He looked at the expression on his wife's face, the way her even teeth gleamed whitely,
the way her skin pulled tightly over her skull, the way the creamy whiteness of her skin
was spectral against the raven blackness of her hair.
A witch, he thought.
It wasn't the first time he'd thought that about her. Not be any means the first time. It
happened every time he fucked her, every time she took control of him and exerted her
will over him like a satanic being from some dark place not quite in this world.
Satanic and sultry – incredibly beautiful, overpowering.
"Ohhhh, Harry, darling..." she moaned, seeing him standing there looking at her, his
stare oddly hollow and yet filled with lust at the same time. "Darling, you look beautiful
just as you are. Harry, I love it when you stare at me that way – when you catch me
fucking Rex. Ohhhh, I came hard, Harry. He fucked me hard. He filled my pussy with
hot cum. Do you want to fuck me now, Harry? Wouldn't it feel good to slip your prick
into my drenched, sperm-filled pussy and fuck your cum into me, too?"
Harry said nothing. He could hear his teeth grinding again, but he wasn't really
conscious of the sound. He was aware that his prick was filling and tenting the front of
his pants, and he hated that.
He wanted to hide his growing hard-on from her. He didn't want her to know that she
aroused him right now. He wanted to be free of her damned spell. Just once, he would
love to find the will to turn around and walk away from her and not do her bidding.
But, as always, he knew he would lose. He would drop his pants. His prick would
spring erect and throb before her gleeful, smug, chuckling gaze, and he would be her
servant again.
"Darling, come fuck me," she said, her voice low, sultry, commanding.
Harry swallowed hard. He forced his leg not to step forward. He tried to glare at her, to
hate her for what she'd done to his will, for the way she loved to degrade him this way
by fucking Rex instead of him, but his gaze wouldn't tear from the hypnotic, fixed
quahty of hers.
"I-I brought the paper," he said, his voice distressingly weak and choked. He wished he
could speak to her strongly at a time like this. Just once.
Rex became aware of his presence, then, at the sound of his voice. Rex turned his head
and scrambled to his feet on the bed, yanking his straining, knotted prick from Eva's
cunt. His tongue lolled at the side of his mouth. He lifted his muzzle and barked with a
sharp, startling loudness, making Eva jump.
"Damn it, Harry! Rex, shut up! Don't bark! Don't ever bark when you fuck!"
Rex's pointed ears perked at the sternness of her voice. His tail stopped wagging in
greeting of his master and drooped. His hind quarters sagged and quivered, and he
licked his muzzle and whimpered in apology for whatever he'd done wrong just now.
His red, pointed prick slid in and out of his dangling sheath and then disappeared into
it.
He circled Eva and dropped his snout down to lick her face. He whimpered again and
sat on his haunches and looked from her to Harry, not sure if he should pant or not.
Eva lay on her back with her legs open and her knees up and apart. Her wet cunt was
pointed directly at Harry. She felt sperm and pussy juice draining from it, and she
watched him watch it ooze from the red, inflamed maw.
She glanced beyond Harry towards the hallway. "Where's Princess, Harry?"
He tried to speak, cleared his throat, then forced his gaze from her draining, silky cunt
to a point just below her eyes. He wished his prick would go down. But even the
dreaded statement he was about to make wasn't enough to make it deflate.
"I-I sold her."
Eva blinked. She sat up slowly, her eyes narrowing dangerously. "You did what,
Harry?"
"Eva, I had to!" he half cried. "We're broke! I've tried to tell you that, but you won't
listen. The only thing that seems to matter to you any more is training Rex to be the
best fucking dog in the world. But we can't live on–"
Eva tipped her head back and laughed cruelly. It was a surprising reaction, one he
hadn't anticipated at all. He'd tried to steel himself for every voluble threat, every low,

deadly insult he'd had heaped upon him before, but he hadn't expected her to laugh.
"You sold Princess, Harry? You got rid of her? But, darling, what are you going to fuck
now, if you sold Princess? What wet, hot pussy are you going to slip your miserable
prick into now?" She laughed again, even more cruelly than before.
"Well, I thought – I didn't–"
"Surely, Harry, you weren't expecting to fuck me, were you?" She grinned at him with
her red gash of a mouth spreading wide. She put her arm possessively around Rex's
neck and suffered a lick on her cheek. "I get all the fucking I want from my darling
Rex, Harry."
His cock throbbed. She still hadn't closed her legs. In fact, she'd opened them more,
pointing her wet pussy directly at him so that he could see the red silkiness of it into
her cunt mouth.
She made it squeeze and suck tauntingly as she hugged the long-tongued, sharpsnouted 
Collie. She passed her hand down his chest lovingly and licked her lips while
she grinned.
"Look at his lovely, broad chest, darling. Look at the thickness of his fur. I love the way
it warms my tits when he's lying on top of me and fucking his marvelous, stiff prick
into my pussy."
She passed her hand lower, and the dog lifted his head and stopped panting, acquiring
a concentrated expression.
She circled his sheath with the tips of her fingers and then fondled it, feeling the big
coiled prick inside. The tip sneaked out of the furry pocket and gleamed redly, very
pointed.
"Mmmmm, look, darling – there it is. His prick! Rex's wonderful, driving prick. See
how red and slippery it is? See how pointed? And it gets so full and big, Harry – much
bigger than your miserable cock. And his black balls are twice the size of yours. Do you
really think I'd let you fuck me when I can have darling Rex do it to me any time I
command him to?"
Harry licked his lips. She was doing it again. Damn her, she always did it to him, and
he stood there like a helpless idiot and took it.
"But you just said you wanted me to come over and–"
"And his tongue, darling! The longest, most wonderful tongue in the world! Yours can't
begin to compete with his, Harry. Mmmmm," she shivered deliciously, "you've no idea
what it feels like to have that long tongue slither all the way up into my pussy and lick
my juices out of me."
She laughed again, reveling in his torment and confusion. "Poor Harry," she said. "You
just sold away your lover. I guess you're just going to have to jack off when you feel
horny now. Why, Harry – look at your pants. Just look at the front of them. It's
sticking out. Oh, darling – are you horny now, Harry?"
"No," he said, unable to look her in the eye.
"You're lying to me, Harry. You must never lie to me. Are you horny now, darling?
Wouldn't you like to fuck right now?"
"Y-Yes," he choked softly.
"What was that, darling?"
"Yes!"
"Then jack off, you idiot," she said sharply.
"Eva..." he whined, hating himself for the sound. It was odd that he hated himself. He
wanted desperately to hate her, but he couldn't. If he let on for an instant that he hated
her, then she might never again let him fuck her.
And that would be a kind of death he couldn't endure.
"You heard me, Harry."
"I-I brought the paper, Eva," he stammered, trying to open it to show her the ad he'd
seen.
He fumbled with the sheets. His fingers didn't work right. He kept glancing up at her
open, spread pussy like a man too long on the desert watching the last of the water
drain away into the sand.
"Give me that," she ordered.
He hurried forward and handed her the paper, no longer trying to find the ad. She took
it and made her open pussy keep sucking and pulsing before his eyes.
"Well? Jack off, Harry. Get rid of that disgusting hard-on."
He licked his lips. He watched her he back, her tits pointing firmly into the air. She
opened the paper and hid her face, reading it. Her hips moved in small circles, and her
cunt sucked audibly now as the juices at the mouth began to dry to stickiness.
He sighed silently, quickly. He looked at Rex and wondered why in hell he hadn't sold
the trained-to-fuck bastard instead of his litter mate, Princess.
She hadn't even asked how much money he'd gotten for Princess. The guy had paid
him a lot. She was worth a lot. She had a nice tight pussy, and Harry had trained her to
accept a human prick into it whether she was in heat or not. She was good at licking
your ass-hole, too, and lapping up your sperm.
She'd trained much faster than Rex had. Or maybe he was ,a better trainer than Eva
was. Yeah, maybe that was it!
He wouldn't ever dare breathe that suggestion to her. She would tear him to shreds
with her cruel tongue. She would cut him off completely and never let him fuck her
again.
He looked at her squeezing, sucking cunt and nearly cried out in agony at the thought.
Looking at it, he could almost feel it sucking and milking the length of his trembling
cockshaft.
His prick became iron-hard and pained him. He unzipped his pants and dropped them,
stepping out of them. Rex watched the motions and tipped his head, his ears cocked.
Harry looked back at the dog. If it had been Princess, she would have come over and
licked his prick and then turned and offered him her tight pussy to fuck.
But Rex was too dumb to lick his cock. And Harry was too horny to waste his efforts
on useless pleas to Eva to let him fuck her.
He gripped his prick in his hand and tipped his head back and moaned, and he began
jacking off.
Eva lowered the newspaper silently and watched his fist slide up and down his cock.
She smiled furtively, gloating.
The smile became a grimace of scorn. The weak little shit was too spineless to even try
to fall into her hole and rape her. She rustled the paper unnecessarily and shoved her
face back into it and listened to his disgusting grunts of lust.


Chapter 4

Tracey Holland accepted a big, wet, slurping kiss from Royal Point, scratched him
behind his floppy ears, then passed the bowl of food into his cage.
She stayed squatted a moment and watched the Springer eat. The kennel was full of
slurping and crunching sounds as all the dogs attacked their food bowls.
Tracey watched the Springer, but she didn't quite see him. Her mind was back in the
past-four months back. She was remembering the spring day she and Burt had taken
Royal Point into the field to begin his training.
He'd found a ground dove, all right, hiding in a clump of marsh grass. But instead of
pointing, with stubby tail outstretched, the young dog had sat on his royal ass and
stared at the clump and the bird in it as if wanting to play instead of doing business.
Tracey smiled to herself, remembering. She drew in her breath and felt it catch in her
throat. Her mind zoomed in on the mental image of Burt, handsome, laughing, ready
to kiss her warmly and hold her and make love to her.
A small sound of something near pain escaped her full lips, and a burning itch came to
the ends of her tits. There was a contraction through her abdomen and then a warm
loosening of her pussy channel and a quick, damp bloating of her cunt lips.
Burt had been killed a week later while driving some young coon hounds out to the
same field. It had been some time ago, but now and then, at times like this, the pain
was as sharp as if it had been yesterday.
Tracey shook her head to try to clear the image of her husband from her mind. And to
stop the beginnings of more tears. Her yellow ponytail swung along her back and
tickled the nape of her neck.
She wore a green halter over her tight, round tits. It was suddenly full of swollen flesh.
Her white-and-green shorts seemed to bind at her puffy crotch.
She squatted where she was, still facing Royal Point, and let her hand fall between her
thighs. Her fingers curled around her crotch and held her pussy gently. Then they
squeezed the puffy meat there, and that only made the tingling, warm sensations worse.
She stood quickly, breathing deeply and quickly. She shook her head again. This would
never do. Burt was gone. It was no use thinking about how his strong prick would feel,
slipping into her cunt, pushing the silken tissues aside as it nosed deep and made her
juices well from the walls in a shameless flood.
Burt was gone and she was running the kennel now, and she was going to make the
best of it without him.
She closed the door to Royal Point's cage and hurried past the other dogs to the front
of the building. She closed that door and walked across the yard towards the house, an
old farmhouse she and Burt had renovated and made into The Holland Kennels.
Twilight was nearly over the sky, making shadows long. As long as the day had been.
And the other days before it since Burt had been killed in the truck. Long and empty
days.
There seemed no point to them any more. She would get up in the morning when the
dogs started barking. She would let them out into the fenced area and watch them run
and play and leak the posts. Then, after they were unkinked and ready to settle down
for lessons, she would try to train them.
She was terrible at it. Burt had been wonderful. She'd watched him work with them,
but she'd never had the heart to be firm when firmness was called for.
So, when she told a dog to sit, it would jump up against her and lick her face and gnaw
gently on her arm, playing tug-of-war with it. After all this time, she'd gotten almost
nowhere in training them.
She mounted the back steps. In the long shadows, she hadn't seen him, but he was
there again, eyeing her hopefully, still favoring his right front paw.
"Well, hello there, Mutt," she said.
He was a stray, a tan mongrel with short hair and soulful eyes. He'd had a cut paw, and
she'd nursed it, and now he wouldn't go away. But she didn't mind.
Tracey stooped and petted him and watched him wriggle with gladness at her attention.
She'd taken to calling him Mutt because she wasn't very clever with names. Burt had
been that way.
She stood again. "You look hungry, Mutt. All right, come on in and I'll feed you."
The dog yawped and wagged his tail furiously. She didn't know why she had let him
into the house. Burt had had a rule about letting the purebreds into the house and
treating them as pets He'd said it was bad for their training.
Mutt scampered into the house and raced for the kitchen, knowing full well where the
feeding spot was. He sat and swept the floor with his tail and waited.
Tracey didn't feel too guilty about having him in the house. He was just a mutt. She
wasn't going to train him or try to sell him, because he wasn't one of the purebreds.
Besides, he was company.
She fed him and watched him eat and fixed her own meal. Mutt finished and sauntered
into the living room and curled up against the foot of her chair with his head between
his paws.
Tracey ate solemnly and tried to keep her mind from the long, lonely night ahead, like
so many other nights. She thought of Farley Mangus for a moment, then sighed
heavily.
God, she was really getting desperate when she hoped he might drop around.
But Farley was the only man who'd paid her any attention at all since Burt had died.
And he was at least a man. He had a prick. And she needed a prick.
That much? she questioned herself.
She shuddered involuntarily and stood up and scraped the half-eaten dinner into the
garbage. No, she didn't need a prick that badly – not yet. Even the rubber cock she had
sneaked over to Hastings to buy last month was better than reducing herself and Burt's
memory to the – likes of Farley Mangus.
The thought of the rubber prick upstairs by her bed made her pussy squirm and bloat
and go warm again. She sucked in her breath softly and felt a twinge of shame go
through her. She'd never imagined in her wildest dreams that she would be reduced to
masturbating at the ripe young age of twenty-seven.
But she had. And the twinges of shame were becoming less strong as she learned to live
with the knowledge. She put her hand to her pussy and felt the beginnings of dampness
there and knew she was going to use the rubber prick tonight.
Use it and use it. God, it was nearly two weeks since the last time, and she was ready
for it.
She cleaned up in the kitchen and went into the living room. Mutt looked up at her
entrance and thumped his tail on the floor, smiling at her.
She picked up the paper and opened it and turned to the classifieds. The ad was still
there. She closed the paper and sighed. Over a month, and not one call on it.
She made a decision. She would advertise in the dog journals for a trainer and helper.
Sure. It was silly to think she could find one just around the corner.
She wondered why she hadn't thought of that before. To get a professional, you
advertise in the professional journals, not the hometown newspaper.
She suddenly felt happier, as if a heavy load had been lifted from her. With another
person around to help, she could get the dogs trained and sold – maybe get some time
off to herself. Maybe even meet another man.
She went up the stairs, undoing her halter on the way. Her round, tight tits bobbed
firmly on her chest. She looked down at them and saw the way the nipples were red
and hard. She cupped one tit and felt the tingles go through her body like lightning
flashes.
She entered her room and flung the halter onto her bed. She stopped and undid her
shorts and pushed them and her panties over her slim hips and ball-round butt-cheeks.
She caught sight of herself in the full-length mirror and let her eyes roam over her
young, firm body. The yellow hair over her twat mound was light and thin, and she
could see the puffy lips of her cunt through the pubes.
She put her hand down there and slipped her finger into her crack. She was wet
already. God, she was wet! And the tingles...
She gasped and cupped her cunt, spreading her knees slightly in half a squat. She
tipped her head back and moaned.
To hell with the shame! She was going to fuck that big rubber prick into her cunt at
least seven times tonight!


Chapter 5

Mutt came up the stairs behind Tracey and walked quietly into the room, then hopped
onto the bed as if he owned it. Tracey didn't shoo him off. She not only didn't have the
heart to command him around, she felt happy and generous inside.
She hurried into the shower, moving briskly, soaping her body all over, cleaning it as
thoroughly as if the rubber prick awaiting her were a handsome lover.
She cupped her tits again and again with her slippery, soapy hands, until she was
moaning with heat. She ran them over the sides of her hips and up her inner thighs.
She cupped her hard, round buns and let her fingertips trail through the deep cleft
there and even tickle her ass-hole. She felt her pussylips swell and fill and separate, and
she looked through the steamy air to see the pink wetness of her cunt tissues.
She touched the tip of her clit and sucked in her breath as she nearly came.
Not here – not standing up! In bed, where I can toss my hips and lift my cunt up
around that stiff cock and suck it all the way into my sodden pussy! Just the way I used
to do with Burt's prick!
She shut off the water and stepped out of the stall and grabbed a towel from the rack.
Mutt sat in the doorway on his butt and watched her towel her face and arms dry. He
cocked his head and wagged his tail, and she saw him there.
"Oh, what are you looking at, huh?" she said happily. "Getting an eyeful, are you?
Ohhhh, if you were a man right now, we wouldn't even get to the bed!"
Mutt wagged his tail at the sound of her voice. He lowered his head and made his eyes
wink alternately, then came forward and sat in front of her. He reached forward and
licked her leg.
"Hey!" Tracey laughed. "Don't get fresh."
Mutt licked her again, cleaning off the drops of water there. Tracey tried to step back,
but he followed her, licking at her calves and feet and then higher up, on her thighs,
making the drops of water disappear.
She stopped backing away. She looked down at Mutt. She sucked in her breath and felt
more degraded than ever.
It felt good!
She watched the long tongue come out and lick at her flesh. It was rough and warm
and silky all at once. The touch of it sent charges of excitement through her body in
waves she couldn't believe.
She stood still and let Mutt lick her dry, wondering just how far he would go and
feeling ashamed of herself at the same time.
Teasingly, tauntingly, daringly, she turned her hips. She squatted slightly and presented
her full, tight ass to his tongue. She held the towel against her swollen tits and watched
him over her shoulder with her breath caught in her throat.
God, what's the matter with me? How perverted!
Mutt's long tongue lapped into the groove between buttock and thigh, then slurped
higher, bathing her ass-cheek. Tracey shuddered strongly and sucked in her breath
again.
She pushed her ass fully towards him, letting him lick all of it, promising herself that
this was as depraved as she was going to get. He could lick her ass, but that was all.
Mutt licked her ass dry and kept on licking the firm, resilient flesh. Quivers of lust shot
through Tracey's hot body. She was just going to straighten up and put him out of the
room when his long, flat, sweeping tongue discovered her ass crack.
"Oh, God!" she hissed tightly.
Her whole body quaked. The tongue shot deep into her shadowy cleft and licked
upward, drying her crack, rippling over her ass-hole, making the tight, virginal mouth
pulse and quake.
"Mutt, that's enough. Mutt, stop. No more, now. Naughty doggy, stop!"
Mutt didn't want to stop. She stood up and tried to get away from him again. He licked
his chops when she turned to face him, and he eyed the clear drops of water clinging to
her curled, matted pubes.
He licked out, flattening his tongue over her cunt, lapping upward. Part of the
roughness dipped into her gash, where her silky cunt tissues were pink and exposed
from the way her pussylips had puffed apart.
The tongue rippled over the straining, heated button of her clit and made her feel as if
she'd been electrocuted.
"Ahhhh, Mutt!" she cried. "Stop! Don't do that! Down! Sit down this instant!"
To her relief and astonishment, he did. Right in front of her. His eyes winked back and
forth, and he licked his chops. He yowped, wanting more water from her body.
Tracey gingerly sidestepped him. Once out of the trapped confines of the bathroom, she
felt safer. She held the towel in front of her and stood by the bedroom door.
"Out you go, you naughty dog," she said. "Mutt, come here. Out with you. Come on!"
Mutt hung his head. He slowly hunkered towards her with a sheepish expression.
Tracey held the door wide for him, and he slunk out of it into the hall.
She closed the door. That is, she tried to. The door never had latched. The settling of
the old farmhouse had warped the jamb so that the door wedged stuck without
latching. But she and Burt had learned that if you wedged it tightly, it was nearly
impossible to unstick. So, she was in the habit of just barely closing it.
She did that, looking at the closed door, then breathed quickly. Her whole body was
aflame. Her clit tingled unbelievably from where Mutt had licked it. She could still feel
his tongue pressing and massaging against her swollen pussylips.
"God," she said softly, clamping her hand over her throbbing twat.
Using a dildo was bad enough. Having a dog lick her pussy was too much – just too
much!
She dropped the towel. Her fingers shook as she hurried to the bed and reached into
the nightstand for the dildo. She held onto it tightly, running her eyes over the molded
rubber. She saw the veins and bumps and the big slit in the end. It looked incredibly
real.
It felt incredibly real inside her pussy, too.
"Oh, God!" she gasped again.
She lay on her back quickly. Her tits pushed up from her chest. She lifted her knees
and let them fall wide. She held the rubber prick in both hands and reached between
her open thighs.
She stared down between her swollen tits at the puff of yellow hair over her cunt
mound. She saw the molded eye of the rubber prick and swore the flesh-like girth of it
throbbed between her fingers.
She let out a low moan and pressed the tip of the cock against her open, shaking gash
then nearly shrieked with the lust screaming through her sex-starved body.
"Ohhhh, fuck! Fuck me, Burt! FUCK MEEEE!"
Her thighs shook. Her butt clenched into tight spheres. Her hips lifted from the bed
with a wrenching jerk, and her pussy mouth sucked around the head of the rubber cock
and made it shudder in her grasping hands.
She sucked with her cunt and pushed with her hands, and the prick slid into her cunt
to her very depths. Her abdomen rippled from the size of it, and her breath caught in
her throat.
"God – ah, God!" she cried tightly.
Her pussylips flared wetly around the thick root and grasped onto it like a starved
mouth after a nipple. Her clit stretched from the top of her gash and throbbed
violently, and she had to touch it.
The moment she did, she exploded.
"YAAAAAGH!" she screamed.
Her hips twisted and jerked. The end of the dildo pulsed up and down as her wild cunt
muscles gripped the shaft inside her body and threatened to crush the rubber mass
there.
Her nipples sprouted from the ends of her tight tits as if ready to erupt, and she wished
they were bigger or that her neck were longer so that she could suck them between her
lips and cool the terrible burning in them.
She gasped harshly as the spasms of her first orgasm subsided and left her limp.
Her first...
Her pussy made a tentative squeeze around the solid mass of prick inside her hole. Yes,
only her first. Once wouldn't be enough tonight. Once was hardly ever enough anyway,
even under normal times – times when Burt had been there to fuck her to glory again
and again.
And tonight she was extra hot.
She heard a scratch and a thump, and she started, her head turning sharply towards the
bedroom door. Mutt dropped to his front paws and stuck his head through the door as
it slowly swung open. He looked at her and let his tongue loll innocently.
"Ohhh, God – you scared me," Tracey said to him. "Go on, just turn right around and
go back out. This is private."
She'd clamped her knees together, her pussy squeezing around the dildo as if to hide it.
It was big and full inside her cunt and felt terribly good there.
Mutt didn't go out at all. He sauntered into the room and sat by the bed and looked up
at her. He licked her arm and panted again.
Tracey laughed at herself. How ridiculous – to think that she was being spied upon by
him. A voyeuristic dog. That was something.
"Lie down, dummy," she said softly, her hips already beginning to move again. She
didn't want to get up and put him out. And what did it matter if he was in the room,
anyway?
She patted him and pushed. He groaned like an old man and went flat on the floor by
the bed. He put his head between his paws and seemed content there.
Tracey turned her attention back to the solid, thick rod of flesh-like meat in her cunt.
She put her hand on the base of the dildo and began sliding it in and out of her juicy
hole.
She moaned softly and fucked herself with the rubber prick, faster and faster as the
sensation mounted. Sucking sounds came from her wet cunt.
Her butt-cheeks switched and rolled on the bed. She began really putting herself into it.
One hand cupped her tits, one after the other. She played with the hard nipples. She
licked her lips until they tingled.
She moaned softly and churned up and around and all over the fucking prick, drawing
it into her pussy and squirting it back out again with the force of her silken cunt
muscles.
She was hot. God, she was hot! Four months was too long for a healthy young woman
to go without a live prick inside her cunt. The rubber one was good, but it wasn't good
enough. It could only be temporary – a safety valve for the passions boiling inside her.
"Ohhhh, fuck me, fuck me," she moaned softly.
It was what she used to say to Burt. She didn't know who she was saying it to now. Not
Burt. Not even a mental image of him. She tried to picture him, his stiff prick, the
exciting way he used to fuck her, but the pictures wouldn't come.
It made her feel guilty, a little wanton. She was terribly hot right now, but she couldn't
even conjure up his image. She was hot over the feel of sex, the feel of the rubber prick
– not over the man she'd loved.
There was something slutty about that.
She knew it, but she didn't really care at the moment. Coming again was all that
mattered.
"Ahhhhhhgh!" she groaned, lifting up and shaking her pussy against her hand.
Her snatch squeezed around the rubber prick. Her cunt walls were so slippery with her
heated honey that it slipped from her hole, shooting several inches from her box and
landing on the bed between her spread thighs and madly churning hips.


Chapter 6

"Ohhhh, damn!" Tracey gasped in frustration.
Her cunt walls flapped and fluttered with the abrupt vacancy and emptiness of her
pussy, and she clamped her hand over her twat to massage out the rest of her orgasm.
The bed rocked suddenly. She opened her eyes, gasping over the frustrated quality of
that orgasm and knowing that she was going to have to do it again to be really satisfied
for the night.
To her astonishment, Mutt was on the bed. He stood there and looked over the line of
her leg at the dildo. He licked her leg almost absently. Just once. Just enough to find
there was no more water on it.
He watched her hand swirl over her pussy until she stopped, knowing that the orgasm
had been a fizzle. Then he looked back at the dildo.
He leaned over her leg, and his fur was warm against her skin. He sniffed the rubber
prick.
"Mutt, get away from that," she cried softly.
He licked the cunt-wet dildo, sniffed and licked again. His long, flat tongue lapped and
lapped at the rubber tube, rolling it and pushing it up against her other leg.
She felt the wetness from her pussy. She felt his tongue slurp off the dildo and onto her
flesh. She propped herself up and watched him go after the flavor her cunt had left
there, and her breath caught in her throat.
"Mutt..." she whispered shakily.
He looked up at her, licking his chops hungrily. He went back to licking the dildo until
there couldn't possibly have been any more pussy juice on it.
"Oh, Mutt – stop..." she whispered again, feeling her heart pound with unaccountable
excitement.
Her pussy squirmed deep inside. The lips bloated anew, spreading apart, revealing the
pinkness between them. Aromatic waves wafted from her sucking, pulsing hole, and
Mutt lifted his head slightly and smelled them.
He followed them to their source. He looked at her once. She wanted to close her
thighs. This was ungodly!
"No, Mutt," she whispered shakily. "Don't
He stuck his nose into her crotch and sniffed and licked and found the flavor source.
Found it and found it!
"Ohhhh, God, don't lick my pussy!" Tracey cried, falling back, her head indenting the
pillow, her ponytail swinging wildly.
She squirmed her hips. She thrashed her legs. She tried to push his head away, but her
arms lacked strength.
She flung her arm over her eyes as if to shut out the truth of what was happening to
her. Her hips acted as if under someone else's control.
They lifted and fell. They switched from side to side. Her thighs opened and closed, and
her pelvis rocked and tipped, making her pussy open and open wide to the licking,
lapping, washing tongue.
The flat surface of it massaged her bloated pussylips. It thrilled up her sodden gash. It
plucked the straining, spearing pricklet of her clit and made her body jerk and wrench.
"Mutt, stop!" she cried weakly, knowing damn well she didn't want him to stop for the
world and hating herself for what she felt.
She gasped and gasped. She felt herself building high. She wished he would do it and
get it over with – go ahead and debase her completely.
He did. Having lapped the flowing juices from the surface of her pussy, he attacked the
very orifice from which her honey flowed.
His tongue slurped over the rubbery, muscular ring of her cunt mouth and pushed
inside. His nose pressed into her bloated gap and snorted there.
His tongue slithered into her cunt tunnel and made Tracey scream with unbelievable
sensation.
"Eeeeee, Mutt!"
She gasped and shuddered. An electric jolt went through her and sent her pussy into a
flutter of spasms.
She'd come again. She just knew she had. And yet she was still unbelievably hot. She
couldn't have come and still be so hot, could she?
"Ohhhh, Burt!" she cried.
Tears stung the backs of her eyes and one ran quickly down her cheek into her ear.
"Burt, I can't help it!" she sobbed. "Darling, I'm so lonely without you! Forgive me,
Burt – forgive me!"
Maybe he answered her, speaking to some spiritual corner of her mind. Maybe his
response didn't matter – only the sensation of the wild, twisting tongue slithering
deeper and deeper into her violated, hot pussy.
She keened shrilly in the backed of her throat and lifted her pussy high. Her thighs fell
wide apart and offered absolutely no more resistance to Mutt's burrowing, slurping,
snuffing snout.
She put her hands between her legs and, hooking her fingers, shamelessly held her cunt
lips apart for him.
"God! OH, GOD!" she cried loudly, shouting.
Her hips jerked up and shuddered. She held her pussy high. It flexed and spasmed,
even before the terrible rattling jolts shuddered through her body.
"I'M COMING! GOD, I'M COMING!" she yelled.
Her pussy walls inflated and collapsed around the twisting, slithering tongue. The
spasmic sweep of her muscles was huge, like nothing she'd ever experienced before, not
even with her loving, exciting husband.
Had she thought about it, she would have damned herself for betraying their love with
such a violent response to this cunt-licking mongrel.
But her mind was too shattered to think of anything, her body and emotions too
devastated.
He kept at it and at it, giving her no rest. Her twat honey flowed, and his tongue licked
it out of her succulent hole.
She finally gave a savage twist and wrenched her pussy free of him, rolling onto her
belly, gasping, her mouth open against the pillow, her saliva staining it.
Her tits pushed into the bed. Her pussy throbbed and quivered as if it would never
stop. Her butt shook. She heard Mutt whimper and try to get around her for more of
her pussy.
"No, no, no..." she gasped weakly. "Damn you, no. That's enough. You've done enough
to me. You've made me sink to the lowest, you damnable mutt!"
He pawed her ass, trying to turn her over. His claws scratched her firm, pink flesh and
left red streaks over her rump. He did it several times, in earnest.
"Damn it, stop!" she cried, kicking her leg at him.
She missed, He came back. He stuck his nose into her ass crack and snorted and licked,
and the sensation was frighteningly good.
"Damn you!" she cried, swinging her arm this time, half sitting up to do it.
Mutt backed off. He sat on his butt and watched her, his ears cocked, his head tilted.
He hadn't given up yet. She could see that by his expression.
She'd been around enough dogs to know that particular expression.
She stared at him. Then a movement caught her eye. A red, pointed, slippery
movement.
"Oh – my God..." she gasped faintly.
She stared at his cock. It jutted from his sheath, sliding back and forth uncertainly,
finally coming out all the way and standing there, red and shiny and throbbing.
She felt her cunt squirm with forbidden lust. She stared into his amber eyes.
"Ohhh, no..." she groaned.
She hadn't been all the way to the bottom of depravity.
Not yet...


Chapter 7

He was just ready to jerk the load right out the tip of his cock when she stopped
making her pussy suck excitingly before his eyes and rustled the paper.
"Harry, here's an ad," Eva said. She was silent a moment as she read it. "You've circled
it, Harry. Did you intend answering it, Harry? Damn it, stop jacking off like a pervert
and answer me!"
He nearly let his wad go. Just once, he would love to let it blast from the eye of his cock
at his will, not hers. But her grating voice shattered his concentration and made orgasm
impossible. He took his hand from his swollen, trembling prick and gasped.
"Well?" Eva demanded. "Were you thinking of answering it with me or without me?"
He looked at her and blinked. That thought hadn't even occurred to him. If it had, he
might not have circled the ad for her to see. It might have been the one impetus that
would have made him leave her.
It wasn't every day you saw an ad in the paper for a dog handler and trainer, with live
in arrangements and a possible percentage of the kennel business to boot.
"Why-why, with you, Eva, of course," he stammered.
She watched him closely. He was telling the truth. She smiled sweetly and rocked her
crotch up and down for him.
"That's a wonderful idea, Harry," she said. "Our own business. Why didn't we think of
that before?"
He wanted to tell her that he had. That he'd even mentioned it to her several times. But
he refrained. He didn't want to start an argument.
He would only lose it. Besides, she was rocking her pussy up and down, making it suck
open and closed. Did that mean she was going to let him fuck his trembling, full prick
into her cunt?
He licked his lips and felt dizzy with the hoping.
"Have you called on it yet?"
"N-No. I wanted to see what you thought about it first, Eva."
"You just told me we were broke, didn't you?"
"Yes."
"Well, that should have answered the question, shouldn't it."
"Y-Yes..."
He wasn't sure. With Eva, he was never sure.
There was never a chance to win with her, to do the right thing. She was chiding him
now for not having called in on the ad. But if he had, without telling her about it first,
he knew damn well that she would have chewed his head off for that, accusing him of
going behind her back.
There was no winning with her.
None.
And it was tearing him apart.
Around her, his mind fogged to near uselessness. He stammered. He looked an idiot.
He bumbled everything. She made it so that there was only one real thought in his
head, and that was to fuck her pussy with his throbbing, standing prick.
Away from her, he was perfectly normal. He smiled. He carried on intelligent
conversations without the slightest stutter. He was decisive and agile and never knocked
clumsily into anything.
The only abnormality he had when he was away from her was the constant, powerful
feeling that he had to get back to her.
It was an overwhelming pull, a satanic one he couldn't fight. And there was no reason
for it, no future in getting back to her. He would only grovel and cower and bumble
and act like a worthless, spineless shit. He would only hate himself for what he became
in her presence.
It was a hopeless circle. A maddening merry-go-round he just couldn't get off.
"Did you sell Princess before or after you saw the ad and circled it for me, Harry?"
"B-Before, Eva. God, I wouldn't sell Princess for anything – not unless I just had to."
"Why is that, Harry? Were you afraid you wouldn't have a pussy to fuck if you sold
Princess? Darling, that's a cruel thing to say. You know you can fuck my pussy
whenever you want to, don't you?"
His emotions became twisted again. Didn't she remember what she said from one
moment to the next? Or was she doing it on purpose, just to grind him to pulp for her
own whim?
He didn't respond. He didn't dare. Yes or no, either one, would only get him into
trouble. And he didn't want trouble. He wanted to fuck. So badly his balls ached and
his prick throbbed.
She looked at his pounding cock and smiled. "Darling, come here," she said sweetly.
"Rex has my pussy all warmed up and wet for your big dick. Come fuck me with it and
make me come again, Harry. Mmmmmm, you can even shoot your sperm into me this
time. Would you like that, darling?"
He clamped his jaw shut, but he couldn't keep his head from nodding affirmatively.
To his surprise and delight, she didn't lash out at him again. She smiled and kept her
cunt rocking up and down. She pushed the paper over the side of the bed and lay back.
Rex licked the side of her face and stood up as if getting ready to get on top of her and
fuck her again. He even licked her tits with his long tongue.
"Sit down, darling," she said to him. "You've had your turn. This one's for Harry." She
reached between her legs and pulled her twatlips wide apart.
The pinkness gleamed between the forested hills of her puffy labia and shadowy pubes.
Her cunt hole showed clearly, partly open, so that he could see up inside it an inch or
two.
The sight made his cock pound fiercely. He stared with awe. It was a hypnotic circle of
silk and oil and redness. It was the center of being there, moving and squeezing and
pulsing softly.
She lifted her knees and spread them wide. "Mmmmmm, come fuck me, Harry. Stick
your big prick into my pussy and fuck me with it!"
He gasped heatedly and climbed onto the bed. Rex watched him, Collie eyes seeming
narrowed slightly with a baleful stare.
Harry mentally stuck his tongue out at the dog and get between the silken, white
thighs. Ha stared down at the center of being and watched it move and pulse even
more.
He looked at her face and saw that she was smiling with closed eyes, not even watching
him.
God, maybe she wouldn't torture his prick this time. Just once. God, just once...
He held his cock in his hand and aimed it towards her pussy. He leaned forward. The
tip touched scalding, oiled silk.
"Oh, God!" he gasped, the sounds passing his ' lips against his will.
Her eyes opened. She looked at him and let her lips pull back from the white, even
teeth. There was something nearly wicked about the smile. Or was he just imagining it?
God, was she going to torture him after all?
Her pussy tissues opened wide before the tip of his prick. He hadn't pushed them aside.
She had opened her cunt, exercising that tremendous muscular control she had.
He leaned farther forward. His cock entered her box with only the faintest contact with
her pussy walls. He lowered himself more and more, until his prick was over halfway
into her hole and still he hadn't felt the slippery, warm succulence of her pussy around
his trembling shaft.
"Eva..." he croaked.
"Mmmmm, doesn't that feel good, Harry? Doesn't my slippery, hot pussy feel good
around your prick?""
"I-I can't feel anything, Eva!" he choked again. "Honey, don't make it be big like that!
Ohhhh, let me fuck you, Eva!"
"Make it big? Whatever are you talking about, Harry? It's the same size as always. Did
Rex's big doggy cock stretch my pussy for you? Or is your prick just too small any
more, Harry?"
He groaned and lay against her fully. What she did with her cunt wasn't normal – not
human. He could barely feel anything! He might as well be fucking a well shaft.
"Eva – please!" he cried.
She grinned cruelly, watching him toss his head and listening to him whimper. She
reversed her muscular control. She made her pussy squeeze so tightly around his dick
she could have bent the shank of a straight pin.
"Yaaaaah!" he cried with pain.
His prick was being crushed!
"Oh, darling! Oh, Harry! Your prick's so big! Mmmmmm, it's so tight in my pussy!
Harry, you're killing me with your huge cock! Oh! Ow! Eeeee, Harry!"
She yelled and tossed her hips savagely. His prick was yanked back and forth. It felt as
if she were going to rip it from his middle and swallow it up her cunt and devour it
from sight forever.
He ground his teeth, trying his damnedest not to yell and swear and make her clamp
down even harder.
He rode with her the best he could. She would tire. She would have to tire and make
her pussy be normal, wouldn't she? She was only human.
Wasn't she?
"Ah! Ah!" he cried finally, gasping and hissing between his teeth with terrible pain.
Eva smiled again. It was all she'd wanted. The cry of surrender. She let her pussy
muscles relax and go flaccid.
Harry let out his breath with a moan and collapsed against her body. He felt her tits
pushing up against his chest. He felt her breath against his neck, and he could swear he
heard her chuckle softly.
His prick throbbed and pulsed. Orgasm was far, far away now. He was going to have to
start all over again. But that wasn't so bad, really. If she didn't clamp down on his cock
again.
He pulled his prick back and slid it forward. It moved easily. It floated. Her cunt was a
bath of thick, silky oil again. It was the heaven he dreamed of, the sensual pussy that
made him hurry back to her when he had every chance to leave her for good.
Yes, this was it; this was what tied him to her! "Ohhhh, Eva!" he gasped. "Feel good,
darling."
"Oh, yes!"
"I know what would feel even better for your prick, darling, don't you?"
"Yes – yes!" he cried, his heart pounding.
Would she? Would she really?
"There, darling – there," she cooed softly, putting her hand to the back of his head.
"Isn't that what you were waiting for? Isn't that what you love, Harry? Feel it?"
God, did he!
Her pussy sucked and pulled at his prick. Soft muscles wrapped gently around his shaft
and pulled, milking it. He didn't have to move, even. He could just lie there and let her
pussy do it all – better than moving, better than stroking in and out.
It was heavenly. It was wonderful. It was the culmination of his strongest desires – the
whole goddamn reason for even living!
"Eva!" he gasped. "Darling, I'm – AAAAAAGH!"
His eyes shocked open. His teeth ground audibly. His whole body was shocked to
paralysis as her pussy clamped down on his cock even harder than before and stopped
the jets of sperm from leaving his prick.
"Move, Harry!" she commanded. "Fuck up and down! Do it, do it!"
His body wasn't his any more. She spoke, and he moved. She willed, and his muscles
worked.
He pumped up and down. His prick didn't slide in her pussy because it couldn't, but
his butt-cheeks clenched and opened anyway, and his hips went up and down – with
her help.
He saw the way she was grinning. He saw the skull-like tightness of her skin over her
face and the satanic gleam in her dark eyes. He saw her hand move.
A moment later, his butt was covered. Not by her hand. Not by something in her hand.
By warm fur!


Chapter 8

"Ahhhhhgh..." Harry groaned, the sound stretching.
"I want it, darling!" she cried. "Noooo, Eva!"
"Yes! Yes! It's wonderful, Harry! I know, damn you, I know! You'll see how wonderful
and big – how filling! How exciting! I want it, Harry!"
"Ah! Ahhhhgh!"
His eyes smarted. Tears blinded him momentarily as the pain began. It was more than
the pain. There was the utter humiliation, too.
But that wasn't new. It shouldn't bother him. Humiliation was her forte – and suffering
it, his. For whatever Eva wanted from him, she got.
But Rex... Why did he deserve it? Why?
"Ahhhhgh, it burns!" he cried.
"Relax, darling! Go loose! Open your ass-hole to his big cock, and you'll love it! I'll
suck your prick off with my fabulous pussy, darling! I promise I will!"
His vision turned. His eyeballs seemed to jump and roll. There were spots and flashes
before them. He opened his mouth to scream, but nothing came out.
He'd never felt more naked, more stripped to every raw, ugly fiber of his being.
The pointed, slippery prick invaded his virginal ass-hole. The hot fur covered his butt
cheeks and made them sweat. His bung pulsed and throbbed and shrieked.
His prick pulsed in the painful vise of her pussy clamp, and the combination made him
feel squeezed between the jaws of some medieval torture device.
He writhed atop her body in agony. She clamped his prick and pulled at it and reached
down to press the tips of her fingers into his ass-cheeks and pull them wide.
He felt as if his whole butt were splitting open from the way she pulled to either side.
And at the same time, the center of his ass was being lanced by the pointed, scarlet
prick of a furry dog.
"Evaaa...! " he cried quaveringly.
"Don't be a baby, Harry. It feels good. He fucks my ass all the time, and I love it. You'll
love it, too, darling, if you'll just let yourself."
"Ah! Ahg!"
"Don't fight Rex, you dumb shit! I've spent months training him to fuck my ass! Don't
you dare give him a complex!"
What about giving me one! he wanted to shriek.
But he stayed silent. It would do no good to cry out in protest any more than he
already had. Besides, she was right.
It was beginning to feel good...
Rex's bone-hard prick pushed all the way up his ass. He could feel it throb there. He
could feel the fur of the sheath pressing between his cheeks, as if the dog hoped to fuck
that into him, too.
He sweated under the heavy coat of golden hair. He heard the harsh panting near his
ear. He felt a drop of hot saliva fall from Rex's tongue onto the nape of his neck. He
felt the paws grip around his rib cage and hold him with astonishingly human
nimbleness, as if they were little hands.
He could feel the sheet get fucked between his legs and Eva's as Rex dug in with his
hind feet and sought purchase to aid him in pressing forward and fucking into the tight
bung wrapped around his cock.
The black balls bumped against his inner thigh once, warm and silky and heavy, as if
filled with a tremendous load. He imagined it all squirting and hosing up his ass, and
he shuddered and moaned and twisted on top of her body again.
"Good, darling?" she asked.
"Ohhh..." he moaned.
It was a different sound than before – more subdued, a little mellower, more accepting
of his fate. He heard the sound and knew she'd heard it, too.
He felt his resistance and humiliation dwindle to a nebulous, wavering nothing. And
the burning – it was nearly gone. Even though Rex had begun fucking that pointed,
lumped prick in and out of his ass-hole, now, the burning sensation had magically
begun to turn to something else.
It made him moan again, nearly a smooth sound this time.
Eva smiled. It was done. In a moment, he would love having a dog's cock fucking his
ass and beg for everything. She gradually relaxed the pressure of her pussy muscles
around his shaft.
She felt the tool throb tentatively in her pussy as the blood began circulating through it
again. Harry's chest mashed against her firm tits. His belly was warm against hers. She
could look around the side of his head and see Rex's beautiful, long muzzle and his
lolling, thrilling tongue.
She felt the powerful thrusts the Collie made against Harry's ass, the way he helped
push Harry's prick deeper into her cunt with each lunge.
She envied Harry. Rex's cock was thrilling up her ass. Her bung puckered and pulsed
with vicarious pleasure as the dog's hips plunged up and down and flattened the butt
cheeks under his hairy, warm belly.
She wished there were some way – some way – that she could get fucked in both her
holes at once. In her ass by Rex, and up her cunt by another dog, another just as good
as Rex.
Maybe this ad in the paper. A whole kennel of dogs...
But dogs didn't like to lie on their backs when they fucked. She'd tried and tried to
train Rex to do that, and ones before him, but she'd never succeeded.
But out of a whole kennel full of dogs, there might be just one...
Her pussy muscles went soft and slippery. Harry groaned with pleasure as his cock
began to slide in her cunt now. Eva felt the heat in her body increase, and her eyes
rolled once.
Then she let her twat gently suck and pull and milk the solid prick inside it, and she
imagined it was a scarlet, pointed, knotted dog's prick instead of Harry's.
"Eva... ohhhh, Eva..." Harry gasped.
It was happening!
Oh, wonderful! Oh, bless her, she was doing it!
Her silky cunt was milking his prick. The muscles had changed from crushing vises to
gentle, milking, sucking little hands of oiled silk around his prick, and it was nearly
more than he could bear.
But he could bear it. He could bear anything to feel that. Even that big dog-cock up his
burning ass. Only it was odd – even that was starting to feel real good.
Rex fucked his prick deeply between the fleshy butt-cheeks. The cock rippled through
the muscular bung and set every nerve in Harry's ass-hole buzzing. The big knot
bumped through and made the buzz a symphonic crash of sensation that caused his
cock to stretch and throb another inch into the silken, sucking maw of Eva's cunt.
His mind swam. He felt tossed by the currents of sensation swirling about him and
through him. He didn't want to come. He didn't want it to end. This was what gave his
wretched life with Eva any meaning.
He heard Rex growl low in the back of his throat. At first, the sound frightened him.
But when he felt the pointed prick swell and throb in his ass and stretch his virginal
shitter wide, he knew the dog wasn't going to bite the back of his neck and tear a chuck
out of it.
He was going to come up his ass!
Harry gasped. His own prick throbbed inside the grasp of silken, milking hands of
Eva's pussy muscles. He fucked forward, because that was the only direction to go.
"Ahhhhh, deeper, Harry – deeper!" Eva cried softly, her eyes rolling again.
He wasn't thinking of that. He'd only been trying to escape the plunging dog-prick and
the terrible flood that was coming. But when she moaned and spoke so endearingly to
him, he was thrilled.
Of all desires, one was greater than the rest. And that was to please Eva. Enough to
make her quit fucking dogs and fuck only him. This might be his chance to thrill her
enough, and his pulse raced with the thought.
He fucked deeper. He pushed against her open cunt as hard as he could. He could feel
her swollen pussylips spread and mash and wrap around his root.
They nearly encompassed his balls. They sucked and pulled, more lips of muscle than
lips of dangling flesh. The big muscle surrounding her cunt mouth pulsed and throbbed
at the base of his root, sucking his prick ever deeper.
Rex pumped from behind and gave his own thrusts momentum when he timed his
motions to the dog's. There was the key – the timing.
Harry timed it. His prick sank and sank. He felt as if his whole groin would be sucked
into the silken, oiled maw of her cunt. Her thighs were split impossibly wide, and the
nipples on her tits felt as if they were going to puncture the skin on his chest and draw
blood. "Wonderful, Harry!" she gasped. "The best fuck ever! Ohhhh, Harry, what's
gotten into you!"
Rex's cock! he thought.
He was astonished. It wasn't a bitter, angry thought. It was a happy one. He was glad.
At this moment he was swollen with happiness. And when he heard Rex grunt and
growl again and knew the end was near, his happiness turned to liquid bliss.
"AHHHHGH! He's flooding my ass! An enema! A hot enema, Eva! AHHHHHHGH, I'M COMIN..."
Then sperm hosed up his ass. The furred belly pressed tightly over his butt-cheeks and
muffled it with a hot blanket. Warmth went all through his ass and pelvis and made it
impossible to hold his own load.
The spewing, throbbing prick inside his ass set his own to bucking. He felt as if his
whole being were draining and flowing through his cock.
He squirted and jetted into the sucking, silken cunt, bathing the milking tissues there
and making them even more slippery. He writhed and twisted atop her with the
incredible force of his orgasm, and he felt her heave beneath him and come, too.
"Harry! God!" she cried.
Her lips wavered and shook. She didn't know whether to smile with victory or not. Had
she let herself go, or had Harry made her come just now? She wasn't sure.
She stopped caring. The spasms were upon her. They raced through her body and made
her hips lift. Her muscles strained against the combined weights pressing down against
her. Her cunt sucked and pulled and went wild with spasms around the throbbing,
hosing prick.
She felt Harry's flood fill her twat and bounce from the back of her cunt to race in a
white wave towards the front. It spurted after a torturous route between his throbbing
shaft and her grasping cunt lips and bathed her inner thighs.
Her cunt lifted and froze in a high position and shook helplessly, and the sensation of
it, the knowledge of it, frightened her.
When it was over, Harry slumped against her. She relaxed slowly. She watched him
carefully. There was a blissful smile on his lips, as if he didn't know what had
happened.
Was he faking? Did he know he'd made her helpless for just a moment? Did he have
any inkling what that meant?
She continued to watch him. He groaned and kept smiling like an idiot child, nuzzling
his face against her neck. She let out her breath slowly.
She put her hand to his head. She began to smile. Then she chucked softly, and he still
didn't stir from that silly expression.
She was safe. He was too stupid to realize it. If he'd lifted up and looked down at her
and told her with glee how hard he'd made her come...
But he didn't. She'd trained him too well, just like another dog. He didn't think in
terms of making her come. He thought in terms of her letting him come. And that was
the way she wanted it. Always.
But this had been awfully close.
"I told you, you'd love it, Harry," she said.
"Mmmmmm."
"You liked having Rex fuck your ass, didn't you?"
"Mmmmmm."
"You'll do anything I tell you to, won't you, Harry? As long as I let you fuck my pussy
at the same time?"
"Mmmmmm, darling..."
She sucked in her breath. "You'll even suck off Rex's prick for me, won't you, Harry?"
He jerked. His eyes opened. There was an expression of quandary in them. She made
her cunt suck and milk along his nearly flabby shaft. She did it gently and teasingly,
until his cock was rigid inside her hole again.
"Harry?"
"I... I..."
His eyes closed. He groaned. His prick throbbed and stayed rigid as she milked it. After
a moment, she stopped, and his hard-on was strong inside her snatch.
She smiled and patted his head. He hadn't answered her with words. But his stiff prick
said much more than words.


Chapter 9

Tracey felt a little nervous. She didn't know why. She should have been doubly pleased.
Instead of one trainer, there sat two of them in her living room.
The man was handsome, really. About thirty – no older. He had sandy hair and blue
eyes and an intelligent look about him. His features were good and solid, not even
slightly coarse, and Mutt had taken to him right away.
But he had an odd way of stuttering and stammering and shrinking back under the
gaze of the woman. And he kept looking at Tracey with far too much interest for a man
whose wife was sitting right next to him.
What made her nervous was that she couldn't help looking back at him with just as
much interest.
Was she so lonely and starved that she would look at any man that way? Or was there
something about him that was special, that appealed to her? She couldn't help
wondering what he would really be like, away from the influence of his wife.
Tracey looked at the woman again. She was beautiful. Absolutely stunning. Her long
raven hair gleamed. Her skin was creamy textured and white. Her full lips were red and
sultry and sensual. Her cheekbones were high and wide, and they framed dark eyes that
had a slightly feline slant to them.
And her figure. Well, she made Tracey feel like a freckle-nosed kid covered in chigger
bites and grass seed.
And yet...
Tracey suppressed a little shiver and cleared her throat. She tried to sound mature and
business-like. She wished she were wearing something besides her halter and shorts
again. "Have you – have you had any experience in training dogs, Eva?" she asked,
realizing after it was out that it was a stupid question.
The woman looked at her penetratingly, a little condescendingly. "We wouldn't be
answering your ad if we hadn't, now would we, Tracey?" she said.
"You – both of you are trainers?"
"Of course."
Eva smiled in a faintly poisonous way. Or was it just Tracey's imagination running
wild? There was something about her, something that had even Tracey stammering
now.
Oddly, she felt her pussylips tingle inside her shorts. There was a flash of memory of
last night across the back of her mind, and she felt her face flush.
She felt oddly transparent and revealed, as if the strange woman on her couch could
read her thoughts and knew exactly what she'd let Mutt do to her pussy last night.
Mutt wasn't helping out any right then. He was licking the woman's hand with his long
tongue. What was worse, he was sniffing around at her crotch.
He was positioned halfway between her legs. He looked ready to shove his nose up
under her short skirt and give the front of her panties a good lick.
"Mutt!" Tracey said sternly, flushing with embarrassment. "Come here! Stop bothering
Eva!"
Eva glanced down at him. She watched Mutt's hindquarters swing around so that his
body was in line with her legs and between them. His nose had obviously picked up the
scent of her pussy, and he was now trying to zero in on it.
She made no move to push him away or stop him. Instead, she lifted her head and
looked squarely into Tracey's eyes with an electric gaze.
"He's not bothering me, Tracey," she said softly. "Does he bother you when he does
this?"
"I – no!" Tracey said, feeling terribly flustered.
The little smile was there again, tugging at the corners of the wide, full mouth. She
knew! Eva could look at her and guess!
Memory flooded over Tracey once more. The sight of Mutt's stiff, straining, pointed
cock last night – that had been the limit! The utter limit!
From somewhere inside her heated, fiery body, she'd been able to summon the sense
and will to put him out of the room.
Tracey shuddered slightly, remembering the trapped feeling, the depraved sensation of
feeling that she was about to be raped by a dog!
She'd run him out of the room as fast as she could, and she'd pushed the sticking door
so tightly closed she'd nearly trapped herself in the room this morning.
And then she'd gone back to bed and fucked the dildo to shreds of rubber, and it still
hadn't been enough. She shivered again, looking at the woman when she did, and she
saw that mysterious smile.
God, could she tell that, too? What kind of woman was she?
"Wh-What kind of training have you done, Eva?" Tracey forced herself to ask. It was
another stupid question, but she didn't care. Any kind of question right then would do,
as long as it took her mind from the memories of last night.
"All kinds," Eva said. "What kind did you have in mind? The kind you've given Mutt,
here?"
She glanced down at Mutt's head again. His muzzle was squarely between her legs now,
and it was halfway under her skirt. His sniffing and blowing was obscenely loud in the
sudden stillness of the room.
Eva made no move to close her thighs or push Mutt's head away. In fact, unless Tracey
was imagining things again, it seemed as if she'd opened her trim, smooth thighs a little
wider and had scooted her ass farther towards the edge of the seat.
As if inviting Mutt to sniff at her pussy and maybe lick it!
"I... I..." Tracey stammered. "What kind of training? Well, none, really. He's a stray. I'm
not good at training. Burt, my husband, was the trainer. That's why I advertised."
"Four months, you said?" Eva asked, glancing up, looking directly into her eyes again.
"You must be terribly lonely, Tracey, Out here in the country by yourself. Terribly
lonely. Terribly horny without someone to fuck you."
Tracey gasped. Her pussylips bloated and moved shamelessly inside her panties. The
woman had no right to talk that way to her, but Tracey couldn't find the words or the
will to object.
"I can understand why you've trained Mutt so well," she said, glancing down at the dog
again. His head was nearly buried under her skirt, and his tail had stopped wagging.
"No... no!" Tracey gasped, shaking her head in denial.
"Think how many other lonely young widows there are like you, Tracey," she said.
"Young girls not yet married. Older women who have lost their husbands and don't
want to go through the harassment of dating and trying to find a male companion to
fuck them during their lonely nights."
She looked at Harry and smiled in that odd way again. "And then just think of all the
lonely men around, too. Think how many are just aching to slip their pricks into a
willing, ready pussy. Doesn't it make you want to do something to help them all out?"
"To help them?" Tracey choked, not certain what in the world to make of this
conversation.
"To help starved, horny women like yourself, yes. Just think of it. You're beautiful,
you're young, you're healthy and in need of a lot of sex. You've lost your husband, and
you go to bed at night wishing you could have a big, hard cock stroking in and out of
your quivering pussy."
"Well – really, I... I..." Tracey choked.
The woman was mad, coming into her house and talking to her this way. The man just
sat there, watching her, seeming embarrassed for her and yet with a certain light in his
eye that suggested he wouldn't mind helping her out with the loan of his stiff prick.
"You've undoubtedly taken to masturbating," Eva went on. "To relieve the sexual need
inside your ready, yearning body. But a girl like you, with obvious breeding and taste –
you'd find it a bit distasteful at first to masturbate, a little embarrassing. Of course,
you'd never admit to anyone that's what you were doing. You can hardly admit it to
yourself."
"Of course not!" Tracey cried, her face reddening.
Eva watched her reaction and smiled, and Tracey knew she'd just been tricked into the
admission.
"All the same, my dear, you're doing it. I know you are. I've had too much experience
with these things in the past. That's how I got into the pleasant task of training dogs to
do wonderful little tricks."
Tracey gasped. She couldn't believe what she was hearing – or what she thought she
was hearing. Surely, there was another meaning to the woman's words than what
Tracey thought at that moment.
"You may even have so resigned yourself to a life of emptiness that you've gone out and
bought yourself a rubber prick to stroke away the ache of your yearning cunt."
"I have not!"
"But those things aren't really satisfying, are they? You wish you had something more.
A prick of flesh and hot blood and spurting cum, instead of dead old rubber. Well, you
have it, darling! Right here, under your nose! Or, more precisely, now between my
legs!"
She smiled in that hypnotic way again. Tracey stared at her with open mouth and wide
eyes. Then she glanced down at Mutt, whose head was nearly all the way up the
woman's skirt now.
The soft, trim thighs were parted wider than ever. She made no move to close them.
She was sitting far forward on the edge of the seat, too, seeming to push her pussy
towards Mutt's face.
"And something quite as wonderful as a hard prick besides, my dear – a long, loving
tongue! Ohhh, you don't know how nice, Tracey," she moaned, letting her eyes close
for a moment.
Tracey looked at her and gasped. The strained silence in the room brought a sound to
her ears. It was nearly blotted out by the loud pounding of her heart, but there was no
mistaking it.
A slurping sound. The sound of Mutt's lapping tongue!
Tracey's lungs collapsed, and a puff of air rushed through her open lips, causing a small
groan. Eva opened her eyes quickly, just in time to see Tracey squeeze her thighs
together, high up, as if trying to contain the fluttering of her pussylips inside her
panties.
"Ohhhh, Tracey," Eva moaned. "You do know! I can see it all over your face! This
wonderful tongue has been slithering in and out of your pussy, hasn't it? Hasn't it,
Tracey!" she queried sharply, her tone demanding an answer.
"Y-Yes!" Tracey hissed.
"And his prick? Has his prick fucked in and out of your horny, sweltering cunt, too?"
"No! No, I swear it! Never! Ohhhh, God, what is there about you that makes me sit
here and listen to this? That makes me have to answer your obscene questions!"
Eva smiled. Her white, creamy skin pulled tightly across her high cheekbones, and her
eyes slanted and slitted slightly.
"It's not me, my dear," she said softly, silkily. "It's yourself you're answering to your
own desires and lust. The feeling for the hardship of others like you."
"No! No, this is insane!"
"You do want to do something to help them, I can tell. And that is why we're here,
Tracey. To help you help others. To make Holland Kennels famous over the whole
country. Maybe even the whole world! And this is how we're going to begin, darling.
This is how..."
She moaned and licked her lips. She watched Tracey steadily. Then she reached down
towards her lap.
Tracey thought she was finally going to push Mutt's head from between her thighs. She
thought they were all going to go outside to look at the dogs and see what needed to be
done to get the business going again, but she was wrong.
Eva's fingers hooked. They appeared to be like claws. They caught the material of her
skirt and fucked it slowly back over the tops of her thighs.
Tracey watched with disbelief and mounting excitement. The slurping sounds became
louder, more distinct.
Tracey didn't see how that was possible. It couldn't have been because she'd lifted the
muffling material of the dress away from her crotch. The material wasn't that heavy,
that muffling.
It could only be because Eva's pussy was not covered by panties! Because it was open
and wet and admitting the length of Mutt's slithering, twisting tongue!
Tracey gasped and stared. She wasn't conscious of breathing. Maybe she wasn't any
more. Her cunt squirmed and twisted deep inside her body, and she could feel the
slippery oils seeping from her gash into her panties.
The skirt went back and back, until there was no doubt. Raven twat curls peeked from
beneath the hem. She soon saw Mutt's brown nose pressed into them, pushing the
puffy cunt lips aside!
And then she saw his long tongue slithering from his mouth into her open cunt and
back into his mouth again!
God, it was unbelievable! It was happening, right there in front of her! This woman was
letting a dog suck out her cunt right there in front of her husband, and he didn't seem
to care a bit!


Chapter 10

"Oh, God..." Tracey choked as she watched the incredible spectacle before her.
"Mmmmm, wonderful tongue!" Eva moaned heatedly, bunching her skirt at her waist
now. She'd lifted off the couch and pulled it up over her naked butt, and the round
buns were tight and smooth and creamy.
"Ohhh, Mutt. Mutt..." Tracey moaned, watching him lick Eva's wet pussy out. Don't do
that, Mutt..."
Her pulse raced. She didn't know why. Was it a pang of jealousy she felt? A sense of
ownership – as if Mutt were her private lover and shouldn't be so unfaithful as this?
Her twat squirmed and swelled and leaked freely inside her panties now. She couldn't
stop herself from putting her hand in her lap and pressing the heel of it tightly against
her fluttering snatch. She let out a long, soft moan.
Eva leaned against the back of the couch and let her hips come up. Her pussy rocked.
Her thighs opened freely, and she gave her raven-pubed twat to Mutt's tongue.
She watched Tracey at the same time, studying her closely. She let out a soft moan and
licked her lips. Her hips swayed gently under Mutt's head.
"Ohhhh, he's good, Tracey. He's good! A great cunt-licker! Mmmmm, he's going to be
easy to train to do it all!"
"A-All?" Tracey gasped, the heel of her hand now pressing rhythmically into her heated
pussy meat.
Eva looked at her with hooded eyes. Her lips pursed softly and sensuously. "To fuck,
darling," she whispered sexily.
"Oh, God..." Tracey choked.
"Ohhh, I can't believe it," Eva gasped suddenly. "Harry, I can't believe it! He's going to
make me come already! Harry, he's nearly as good a cunt-licker as Rex."
She gasped again and again. Her hips jerked up and down. She grabbed her tits and
squeezed them through her dress and writhed back and forth.
Tracey was overwhelmed. She watched the performance and knew that Eva was actually
near orgasm – and that she was going to go all the way to it and come.
She looked at Harry. He was watching her, too. His mouth was open, but not with
astonishment. He was breathing hard, enjoying the sight.
At least, he was for a moment. Then his mouth clamped shut, and his jaw muscles
rippled, as if he were grinding his teeth. But if he were really angry with his wife, the
front of his pants belied the emotion.
Tracey looked at his lap and gasped again. There was a huge hump in the material from
the strength and size of his hard prick. While she watched, he gripped it with his hand
and began jacking off through his pants.
Tracey didn't know what to do. She shook her head to try to clear it of the unreal
images. She knew she had two choices – at least there were two her mind was capable
of giving her at the moment.
She could run away from what was happening.
Or she could join them.
"Oh, God..." she cried softly, watching Eva's wet pussy.
She could see it clearly. It moved. God, it moved! Her cunt sucked and pulsed and
shuddered. It looked as if she were trying to clamp down on Mutt's tongue with it and
suck the warm, wet organ up inside her twisting cunt hole.
Suddenly, the choice Tracey had imagined she'd had was gone. There wasn't any choice
any more. There was only the intense throbbing and sucking of her own cunt.
She stopped squeezing her thighs together. It wasn't doing any good anyway. She
opened them instead. The heel of her hand slid from her abdomen to her twat, and her
fingers curled around the underside of her crotch and squeezed hard.
"Ohhhh," she moaned, joining them.
Eva looked at her again when she groaned. She smiled with satisfaction and watched
Tracey lean back in her chair and squirm a finger under the leg band of her shorts.
Tracey couldn't help herself. Her pussy was aflame. She had to tickle it with her finger.
She had to slide the tip up and down her gash and flip her clit and shove it up her
soaked twat and come.
"Ohhh, Tracey," Eva moaned. "Take them off, darling – make it easy for yourself. Take
them off and let me watch you masturbate. Mmmmmm, your dog is lovely, Tracey! His
tongue is marvelous! I wonder... I wonder if his prick..."
She gasped again, then moaned with a long and quivering sound. Tracey's pulse raced.
There was no need for Eva to finish the sentence. What she wondered was more than
obvious.
Tracey felt some strange compulsion to obey her. She moved her free hand to the top of
her shorts. She undid the buttons and allowed them to gap wide.
Her slick panties gleamed through the gap in the material. She started to push the
garments over her hips and butt and then stopped.
This was madness!
"Do it, Tracey!" Eva urged her.
"I... I..."
"Let me watch you – and you can watch me! You can see what you've been missing
with your lovely dog!"
"Oh, God..." Tracey moaned.
She was torn. She bit her soft lower lip. Her finger squirmed under the shorts and
panties and fondled her pussylips. There was a hot flood of slippery oil coating her cunt
mouth. Her clit strained impossibly at the top of her cleft. It begged to be free of the
confining garments.
Eva watched her. She looked at Harry. She licked her lips. She squeezed down hard on
Mutt's slithering, drilling tongue, trying to keep it still for a moment.
She had to get Tracey over the hump of modesty. Once that was done, once they were
all exposed to each other so that there wasn't all this prudery, then the real business
could begin.
But Tracey was hesitating too much. She was too shy. She seemed willing to masturbate
under the cover of her clothing, but not out in the open.
"Harry," she said. "Take it out, Harry. Let Tracey and me watch you jack off."
Harry's hand stopped a moment. He licked his lips and cast a glance towards Tracey,
then acted as if he hadn't been doing anything at all to his throbbing prick.
"Harry," Eva spoke sharply.
He licked his lips again. He watched Mutt's tongue slide and slurp all over Eva's pussy,
matting the dark pubes with saliva and cunt juice. He saw the gleam of her pink,
bloated tissues, and the desire to fuck her cunt again was like a hard knot in his belly.
"Will you – can I..." he stammered, his eyes pleading with her.
"Maybe, Harry," she said. "If you're a good boy and do exactly what I tell you to do.
Yes, darling," she smiled suddenly. "Maybe Tracey would enjoy watching you fuck my
hot pussy."
"Oh, Eva..." he gasped.
"Take your prick out, Harry."
He didn't hesitate. As far as Tracey was concerned, she might just as well have vanished
right then, because Harry wasn't the least embarrassed any more.
He unzipped his pants. His cock sprang free. It stood straight and stiff and trembling,
pulsing at the big tip. He unbuckled his pants and pushed them off his hips. Then he
made a further motion and pushed them clear to the floor and stepped out of them.
Tracey's heart all but stopped pounding under her swollen tit. She watched him lean
back and spread his legs. She saw his balls dangle between his thighs and pillow out on
the fabric of the seat.
His cock rose stiffly above them. He wrapped his hand around it and moaned blissfully,
his eyes closed. He started sliding his fist up and down it, and he gave every impression
of going all the way, until sperm was arcing out the tip in a white stream.
Tracey stared at the stiff prick and felt her mouth go dry. God, it seemed an eternity
since the last time she'd seen a hard cock! It made her pussy writhe and suck at her
finger and draw the digit inside her hole.
"Ahhhh, I can't stand it, I can't stand it!" she cried suddenly.
She lifted her ass high off the chair seat. She hooked her fingers into the material of
shorts and panties and pushed and wadded and rolled the garments over her round,
tight cheeks and down her thighs.
She spread her legs wide and braced her feet on the floor. Her thin yellow pubes curled
and shifted and seemed to part wide, displaying the pink, fresh meat of her snatch.
Eva looked at the sweet cunt before her eyes and moaned softly. Harry looked at it, too,
and felt his prick throb heatedly in his hand. His balls lifted and fell under the root,
and he was astounded by his reaction to the sight of her cunt.
It was a beautiful pussy! He looked at Eva's and then back at Tracey's, and he felt
bewildered. He didn't know which one looked more fuckable!
"Ohhhh, what a lovely cunt, Tracey!" Eva cried. "Pull the lips open wider, darling, and
let me see it all!"
Tracey gasped again and again. Her eyes were hooded now, she knew it. She felt like a
slut. She felt so hot she was afraid she would melt. Her hand jiggled up and down over
her box almost automatically, as if it were trying to shake out the orgasm lurking just
inside her cunt mouth.
She watched Eva spread her own pussylips. She could see everything. She could see
every quiver and suck the dark-furred pinkness made. She could see the way Mutt's
tongue bathed it, going long and licking up the silky split to the standing, straining clit
at the top.
Then she watched it rim the mouth of the clenching, slippery cunt and slither deep
inside the oozing hole. She watched the big eye at the tip of
Harry's prick open and close with the pulsing of the velvety, rosy knob and she was
thrilled beyond belief.
"Ohhhh, it doesn't matter any more!" she cried. "It just doesn't matter any more!"
She put both her hands to her snatch and hooked her fingers and spread the pussylips
wide. The cunt mouth leaked and flowed slippery juice. It pulsed heatedly, sucking
slightly, wanting something up it desperately.
She looked at Harry's prick again.
Yes, that was what it wanted – a cock!
"Ohhhh, God – fuck me! Please fuck me!" she moaned.
The words came through a long tunnel filled with a strange buzzing. She barely
recognized the voice speaking them as her own.
"Ahhhh..." Harry moaned.
He stared at the transparent covering of yellow pubes. He could see her whole twat
through them – all the creamy whiteness, all the slippery pinkness. The puffiness of her
twatlips. The straining nub of her clit. The way her cunt mouth sucked and pulsed
eagerly and yearned for the throbbing shaft of his mighty prick.
It was all so astonishingly different from looking at Eva's cunt. It was thrilling, heady.
He started to get up. She'd cried for him to fuck her, hadn't she?
"Harry!" Eva said sharply.
His spell broke, and his head whipped around and looked at her.
"Not you, Harry," she said. "She doesn't want you to fuck her. She wants Mutt to fuck
her!"
"Ohhhh," Tracey groaned. "Nooo... Ohhhh, no..."
"Come here, Tracey."
"No, no..."
"Tracey!"
Tracey licked her lips again and again. She broke into a quivering sweat. She looked at
Mutt, staring at the short-haired tan of his body. She looked at a point just ahead of his
flank.
She saw the scarlet thrust of his prick sticking out from his sheath, and she moaned
quaveringly again.
Her hand flew over her pussy. She rolled her cunt lips until her whole hand was bathed
with the wet slickness on them. Her tits heaved at the skimpy covering of her halter,
and she wanted the garment off her body.
Her fingers rolled her clit, and her hips pumped up and down. She switched her gaze
from Mutt's scarlet cock to Harry's pink, blunted dick and back again.
Then she looked directly into Eva's dark, hypnotic eyes and tipped her pussy up and
came.
"YAAAGH!! " she screeched, the cry wrenched from her throat.
Her pussy shuddered and squeezed. Juice fairly spurted from her clasping hole. Her
small body tossed violently in the chair, and her hand jiggled over her cunt so rapidly
the muscles in her arm became frozen and wouldn't move any more.
After a long, excruciating moment, she collapsed into the chair and panted harshly.
"Ohhhh, that was lovely, Tracey," Eva moaned, moving her pussy back and forth under
Mutt's slurping tongue. "You came very hard, didn't you. You see? That's what I was
talking about. You're horny. You want to help other horny girls like yourself. You want
to teach all those beautiful dogs out there in the kennel how to fuck girls. Come over
here, Tracey, darling. You're going to learn how right now. Harry – go help her over
here."
"Oh, no... nooo..." Tracey moaned.
She watched Harry get out of the chair. His cock hadn't exploded yet. It was stiff as
iron and full to the brim. His balls were compact under the twitching prickshaft.
She licked her lips and watched him come for her. Then she heard Eva cry out with
bliss.
"Ahhhhh, I'm coming! Oh, Mutt, you're making me come! Ohhh, your long tongue's
all the way up my pussy and it's – AHHHGH!"


Chapter 11

Tracey looked at her. Harry stopped his advance and looked, too, and his big prick
throbbed and jerked.
Eva's hips tossed mightily. Her pussy walls clenched and squeezed around the tongue
drilling into her hole. Mutt seemed to be trying to pull backwards. His legs were
stiffened, and his neck was stretched. His tongue had become momentarily imprisoned
by the tight squeezing of her pussy.
When he got it free, she was still switching and moaning and straining with orgasm.
She clamped her hand over her cunt and finished herself off, finger-fucking furiously.
Mutt watched her and cocked his head and let out a whimper. He dove back towards
her twat, licking and lapping. His prick was pointed and fiery red and sticking all the
way out his sheath.
It was as if he knew she were coming and wanted in on it himself. He pawed at her
hand and then lapped again and again at her pussy. He fairly danced with sexual
excitement of his own.
Tracey watched him and knew how badly he must want to come. He'd wanted to last
night, too, and she hadn't let him. Something inside her, that same tenderness that had
made her want to heal his paw, perhaps, opened up and went out to him.
Harry took her hand in his. She looked up at him, startled. She'd nearly forgotten about
him. His prick strained before her face, only inches away.
She stared at the underside of his cock and could see all the veins and bumps and
ripples there. She'd nearly forgotten what they all looked like. She had an insane desire
to reach out and hold his prick in her hand, to touch a live, stiff one again.
But Harry drew away from her. He knew what his task was at the moment, and it was
to obey Eva. He licked his lips and moaned inwardly, staring down at Tracey's lovely
cunt.
He knew she wanted to hold his cock. He also knew that if she touched it and jacked it
just one stroke that he'd loose his load and spurt it into her pretty face.
He didn't want that. Not on their first meeting. He felt something warm for her. He
wanted it to grow, because he felt that she was warm toward him, too.
He tugged gently at her hand. She rose to her feet, legs wobbly from the strong orgasm.
He looked into her eyes and quivered. It would be so easy to pull her small, tight body
against his, to angle his pelvis up at just the right moment and slip his hard, spearing
cock between her thighs and into her hot, wet cunt.
He stepped back, again, finding the will to. He . led her towards Eva. He looked down
at the raven-haired cunt and saw the dog's tongue still washing over it again and again.
Eva looked up at him, still moving her hips, still holding her thighs wide open for Mutt
and letting him lick her cunt.
"That's fine, Harry," she said. "You can release her hand, now."
"Eva..." he moaned. His prick throbbed before her eyes.
"Just wait, Harry. You'll be well rewarded, I promise. But you'll have to wait, darling."
"Ohhhh, I can't," he groaned, gripping his cock again. Tracey looked down at him,
watching his knuckles go white from the force with which he was grasping the shaft.
Harry knew she was looking, and he didn't give a damn. He was ready to spurt all over
her tight, creamy butt and give her a hot bath!
"Well, if you can't wait, darling, then you can always go out to the kennel and find a
bitch to stick your prick into. You know how to choose them, Harry. You have my
permission. You can bring her into the house and fuck her while Mutt is fucking
Tracey, if you want to."
"Oh! Ohhhhh!" Tracey moaned, her eyes going wide. She looked at his straining cock
again. She imagined it sliding up the pussy of one of her dogs, and she trembled all
over.
Eva smiled at her. "Harry trains the bitches, darling," she said. "He loves to fuck them.
It's exciting to watch. He's very good at it. Oh, I wish we'd brought Rex along. We
could have such a fine party!"
"R-Rex?" Tracey stammered.
"My collie, darling. A wonderful fucker. I trained him from a puppy. He had a litter
mate, Princess. Harry fucked her nearly every night, but we – we had to sell her to a
very lonely man. He paid lots of money, Tracey."
She smiled again, watching the expressions tumble across Tracey's face. They ranged
from shock to horror to disbelief to lust, naked and hot.
"Don't you see, Tracey? That's what this is all about. On your knees, darling. Come.
We'll teach you now."
"Ohhhhh, God..." Tracey groaned.
She quivered all over. She wanted to run and hide. She wanted to go upstairs and slam
that bedroom door shut so hard they would never get it unstuck.
But her legs went rubbery. She was afraid to take an unsupported step. Her knees
seemed to buckle, and she went slowly to the floor, standing on them.
She was on a level with Harry's strong, straining prick. She looked up at his compact,
full balls. If she craned her neck forward and pursed her lips, she would be able to kiss
them and make his prick spurt a thick stream of jizz out over her head.
Eva nudged her around until she faced the couch. She pushed at Tracey's back and
made her bend over it. Tracey looked over her shoulder.
She saw the curve of her spine. She saw the way her tight round butt-cheeks flared out
behind her.
"Wh-What are you doing to me?" she cried softly.
Eva moved from her position on the couch. She leaned over Tracey's back. Her fingers
fumbled with the fastening of the halter. The strap came undone, and the cups sagged
away from her round, tight tits.
"There. Let's slip this off and get real comfortable," she said, pushing it down Tracey's
arms.
Tracey watched the garment slide to the floor. Her tits were terribly spiked at the ends,
the nipples ruby in color and rubbery-feeling.
Eva nudged her knees apart on the floor, and she felt her pussylips flare down and open
under her crotch. Her bare ass clenched with a moment of modesty, and then seemed
to hang open and allow her bung to pucker and pulse nakedly to their sight.
She looked over her shoulder and put her elbows on the edge of the couch with a
moan.
"Ohhhh, what are you doing to me?" she cried again.
"We're getting you ready, Tracey," Eva said, her voice silky and sultry and full of the
promise of lustful things.
While Tracey watched her, she unzipped her dress at the back and slid it from her
arms. It whispered down her trim, sexy body and puddled at her feet, and Tracey
gasped at the sight of her cone-shaped tits, with their dark nipples fully distended and
hard at the ends.
She looked at the raven bush of hair over her twat and saw how matted with juice the
pubes were. The cunt lips were puffed apart, and a line of wet pinkness showed
between the bloated folds.
All this while, Mutt kept trying to lick at her twat, dancing and twisting around her legs
in an attempt to get at more of that tasty honey inside her cunt hole.
She fended him off for the moment, and when he got too frustrated, he spied Tracey's
naked ass flaring back and the juicy labia underneath it.
He stuck his nose directly between her thighs and gave her a flat-tongued lick that
penetrated her puffy cunt lips and rippled all along her satiny gash.
"Ohhhh, Mutt, don't...!" Tracey cried.
She wanted to close her legs. But she didn't. She couldn't. The feel of his tongue was
sensational. It seemed much more erotic than it had last night – as if he'd had practiced
for years and had become an accomplished cunt-lapper.
Eva reached down and pulled Mutt back with a smile. "Feel good, darling? I know it
does. But that's only a sample. Mutt has passed that lesson with flying colors. It's time
for the next one now. Get ready, Tracey – get ready for his big, pointed prick!"
"Ohhhh, don't–!" Tracey wailed.
Her ass waved and swayed, its motion belying her words. Charge after charge of juice
flowed from the walls of her cunt and seeped forward.
The slippery honey drooled from her cunt mouth and bathed her inflamed tissues. She
felt her pussy suck and pulse in obscene readiness for any cock to enter her box – even
Mutt's.
"Harry," Eva said softly. "Can't you think of a better place to be than standing there
watching?"
He looked at her with perplexity and dismay. Did she want him to leave, or what? He
started to go towards the door. If she was going to make him suffer with a hard, ready
cock, just watching, then he was going out to the kennel to find a big wet pussy to blast
his load into.
"Not that way, Harry," she said. She smiled at him and gave a short nod with her head
towards the couch.
Harry's prick throbbed. He caught on immediately. He couldn't believe his good
fortune. He scrambled onto the couch, lifting his leg over Tracey's head and arms.
He sat facing her, his legs straddling her upper body. He looked down at the top of her
head and saw that she was now staring at his stiff, thrusting cock, which was only
inches from her face.
He moaned and let his hips slide forward as far as he could. His spearing cock brushed
her forehead and jerked threateningly.
"Ohhhh, it's so big!" Tracey moaned, gasping.
She licked her lips. She stared at the lovely sight of his straining prick. She wondered,
as long as she'd become this depraved, why she didn't get off her knees and spread her
thighs wide and sit on his lap and take that magnificent prick all the way into her
spasming cunt.
But there was Eva. Not only was Harry obedient to her, but she felt herself falling
under the woman's commanding spell as well. She heard Eva talking to Mutt and felt
her moving around behind her naked ass.
She looked over her shoulder again, tearing her gaze from the stretching prick before
her eyes. She gasped and felt her pussy throb wildly.
Eva was kneeling on the floor. Her tits thrust down from her chest. She had one hand
under Mutt's belly, and she was stroking the stiff, pointed cock with it!
"There, Mutt – there. Doesn't that feel good? Don't be afraid of my hand. I'm very
gentle with big pricks like yours. I know all about fondling dogs' cocks. I'm just getting
you good and ready to fuck this wonderful prick into your mistress's hot pussy!"
"Ohhhh, I can't believe it's really happening!" Tracey groaned.
She reached out with a clutching hand. It became filled with hard, compact balls.
"Oh, please..." Harry whispered.
Tracey whipped her head around again and looked at him. He wore a strange
expression. She didn't know if he were begging her to jack him off or to release his
balls. She didn't think he knew for sure, either.
Eva hadn't heard his whisper. They gazed into each other's eyes. She knew then that if
it hadn't been for Eva's presence restraining both of them, that they would come
together in a storm of wild emotion and fuck and fuck.
Tracey hadn't felt that way for ages. Not even with Burt – for a long time. Not since
the first months of their marriage, before the flames had cooled somewhat...


Chapter 12

"There we are, Mutt," Eva said softly, excitedly, breaking the intensity of Tracey and
Harry's gaze.
Tracey looked around again. Eva was standing once more. Her legs were braced apart.
Her back was to them. Her crotch was tipped forward and up, and they could hear
Mutt's tongue slurping in her open cunt again.
Tracey gasped. She saw the long tongue lap all the way under Eva's crotch and appear
between the deeply rounded cheeks of her ass. The tongue slurped back, and Eva
groaned with delight as her ass-hole was thoroughly licked.
She began moving backwards. She widened her stance so that she could straddle
Tracey's butt. Her hands were at her front as she held her pussylips apart. She kept
Mutt's muzzle buried and licking in her crotch all the way.
"Ohhhh, lick it, darling – lick my pussy! Mmmmm, that's it, come this way, Mutt.
Come after the goodies. That's right, don't mind Tracey's ass. Just climb on top of it
and keep licking the honey from my sweltering pussy!"
Tracey gasped. Eva was straddling her hips. She could feel the round, tight buns press
against her own and slide over them as she backed over her body.
The soft, silky inner thighs brushed the sides of her hips. She could feel the fur under
Mutt's chin against her ass as he stretched his head forward and kept on licking at the
open, running twat in front of his face.
Then she felt his paw on her naked butt at the same time that Eva's thighs were even
with her waist. The sounds of licking were clear and unmistakable.
In a moment, Mutt's other paw was on her other cheek. She gasped again and looked
over her shoulder. She saw the wide flare of Eva's hips and the narrow pinch of her
waist. She saw the way her butt-cheeks were wide apart as she straddled Tracey's body.
She could see the end of Mutt's broad tongue appear in the deep crack again and again
as he ran it under her crotch and lapped up all the honey flowing from her pussy.
Then she squeaked. "Ah!" Her spine arched, and her butt-cheeks shivered and clenched.
She couldn't see over her back, so she looked under her body to see if what she'd felt
had been what she'd thought it was.
Her tits were swollen spheres thrusting down from her chest. The nipples were rubyred 
and stretched longer than she'd ever seen them before. Her flat tummy heaved up
and down with each pulse of her heart.
She saw her thin, yellow pubes fuzzing down and the way her cunt lips were spread and
bloated. She saw Mutt's hind legs and the black balls swinging between them.
Then she saw his cock.
She gasped heatedly and stared right at it, head on. The point was sharp. The shaft was
bone-hard and scarlet and shiny with juice. It jerked back and forth from his sheath,
and it was angled up towards her shaking, open cunt.
"Ohhhhh, no..." she moaned again, tightening her grip on Harry's balls.
She'd forgotten she was holding them until he moaned and covered her hand gingerly
with his own. She eased her grip, but she couldn't bring her head up or quit staring at
Mutt's cock.
All the while, Eva was weaving gently, pressuring her waist with the silky thighs,
making Mutt lick her open pussy, moving farther and farther up Tracey's body so that
Mutt climbed higher and higher up her ass and brought his prick closer to her
squeezing, shaking, drooling cunt mouth.
"That's a good boy," Eva moaned, encouraging him. "Just a little more, Mutt, and then
your hot, hot prick will have a nice juicy cunt to slip into and fuck."
"Ohhhhh, don't..." Tracey moaned again, watching the approach of the dog's cock.
She felt moisture drip onto her spine, right at the small of it, right where Eva's leaking
pussy would be. It trickled around to the side of her waist and tingled, causing a
surprising amount of sensation to jolt through her.
"Ah!" she squeaked again.
Her heart pounded. She'd seen it happen that time! The tip of his cock had speared
into the tight, shaking flesh of her butt.
She felt Eva lean over to look at the alignment of the prick and pussy. Then she saw the
slim fingers reach down. They touched her cunt and washed through the slippery labia.
"Ohhhhh, Eva!" Tracey cried, her ass shaking suddenly.
Sensation jolted through her. She felt as if the top of her head were coming off. No
woman had ever touched her naked pussy before – not that way!
"Oh, honey, your cunt's so wet!" Eva moaned. "Mutt would love to lick up all that
juice, wouldn't he? But he's not going to, darling. Oh, no. He's going to fuck his cock
into it! His hot, flaming cock! He's going to fuck you and fuck you until you scream
and come! He's going to fill that juicy pussy with so much cum you'll be able to squat
over a bucket and fill it up with what drains out!"
"Ohhhhh, stop!" Tracey cried. "I don't want to do this! Eva, I've changed my mind!
Don't let him fuck me! Ohhhh, let me get up now!"
She tried to rise from her knees. Eva sat on her back. The firm buns were a satiny pair
of pillows against her back. And they leaked juice.
"Harry!" Eva cried suddenly.
Harry's hands came heavily on her shoulders. She looked up at him, her eyes pleading.
And oddly, his were pleading right back.
"Do it," he whispered. "Please do it. You'd better do it, or she'll–" He shivered slightly,
his eyes still pleading.
Tracey gasped. She wondered what Eva would do that had made him shudder that way.
A moment of clarity and sanity shot through her mind.
This was utter madness! She didn't have to kneel here on the floor and be fucked by
her dog! What the hell was going on here? How did she let herself get into this
position?
And then the moment was gone.
Her eyes popped wide. Her mouth opened and showed the back of her throat. Her tits
ballooned downward from her chest, and her ass heaved and shook.
"YAAAGH!" she cried throatily, staring right at Harry. "He's fucking me! Mutt's
fucking his cock into me! It's going right up my pussy! AAAGH!"
It was happening, all right. Eva's lingers were prying her cunt lips apart, and she was
guiding the stiff, pointed cock right into the center of her pussy mouth.
She felt her cunt shake and quiver as the hard shaft jerked and pulsed into her box. She
gasped again and again. A cock! A cock was in her pussy at last!
Mutt's cock!
"God! Oh, God, he's fucking all the way into me!" she cried again.
Eva groaned with lust. Her free hand jiggled up and down over her pussy and held her
own labia spread for the licking, drilling tongue still slurping between them.
Mutt growled. His hind feet danced on the floor as he sought purchase and pressed
forward, eager to sink his burning cock all the way into the soft, slick shuddering pussy
meat.
Tracey's ass-cheeks clenched and spasmed repeatedly. Her pussy muscles clamped down
as hard as they could, but they couldn't keep the spearing dick from running into her
cunt.
A big knot rippled past her twat mouth and popped inside her cunt. She felt as if the
prick were stuck there now. Mutt's hips jerked back and forth, and his swollen prick
sucked and pulled at her pussy tissues.
"Ohhhh, he's stuck! His cock's stuck in my cunt! Ohhhh, God, he's going to come in
me! A dog! In my cunt! Ohhhh, God!"
Eva panted and gasped and finger-fucked furiously as the dog fucked and sucked at the
same time.
"Oh, Tracey! You should see your ass shake! Oh, isn't it just beautiful? Can you feel his
prick inside you? Isn't it marvelous? Isn't it better than a man's prick? Ohhhh, look at
his little ass pump back and forth while he's fucking you!"
Tracey gasped and gasped. The prick felt wonderful, she couldn't deny it. But then it
had been so long for her that even a snake would feel good up her cunt right now.
She stared with open eyes at the towering cock-shaft before her face. Harry's dick was
throbbing and jerking fitfully. She still held his balls in her palm.
They moved up and down in her hand. He moaned and shifted his hips and made
small fucking motions as he watched her and his wife being thoroughly fucked and
sucked by the same dog.
The cock swam before Tracey's eyes. She wished it were up her cunt instead of Mutt's
prick. She tried to believe it was. She ran her eyes over the girth of it, over the bumps
and veins, and she weaved her ass and pushed back against the drilling prick inside her
heated box.
"Ohhhh, I'm getting fucked," she moaned. "Prick – I want more prick! Harry, give me
your prick!"
Harry gasped, and his eyes went wide. He'd hoped for this, but he hadn't been
counting on it. Really, he'd hoped to fuck her first, but he knew as long as Eva was
there he wouldn't get a chance.
He keened in the back of his throat as he watched the soft lips part and pucker. Hell, it
would be better than fucking a dog's pussy. Infinitely better.
"Tracey..." he gasped. "You don't have to – Ohhh, God, do it! DO IT!"
His head jerked back against the couch, His hips strained upward. He felt the soft,
warm, silky texture of her lips surround the throbbing head of his prick, and he
couldn't keep himself from fucking deeply into her open mouth.
"YAAAAH!" he cried, nearly fainting. Eva never sucked his prick.
Tracey's head spun. This was unbelievable! She felt the heavy cockshaft slide over her
lips and sink to the back of her throat, and she couldn't resist pressuring it and rolling
it with her tongue.
Her whole body throbbed with prick now, from one end to the other. She was being
fucked at both ends, and she loved it!
The prick in her pussy was throbbing and swelling and bucking in a threatening
manner, and she knew Mutt was about to spurt up her cunt and flood her with dogjizz.
The velvety knob of Harry's cock swelled against her throat, and she heard his rapid,
sharp intakes of breath. She felt his balls draw up in her hand and become rock-hard.
She heard Eva groan throatily atop her back.
"Ohhhhh, I'm coming!" she cried. "Mutt's tongue is all the way in my pussy again!
He's fucking your cunt! Ohhhh, Harry, you're getting your cock sucked off, darling!
AHHHHHGH!"
Her thighs quivered and squeezed in against Tracey's waist, and her butt bounced up
and down against her back as her pussy opened and sucked and spasmed with orgasm.
Tracey couldn't hold her own back after that. She moaned about the rod bumping at
her throat and felt as if her mind were spinning away.
Her pussy squeezed and sucked and milked the stiff, bone-hard prick bucking inside it.
and she heard Mutt growl and felt his belly shudder up against her naked ass.
"Nnnnnngh!" she groaned, her mouth full of prick, her pussy full of prick, her body
throbbing more than her own fingers had ever made it do.
Hot sperm blasted into her cunt. Mutt's prick throbbed and jerked there, sinking deep.
She felt his cum hose in and wash out backwards and dangle from her quivering
pussylips as it dripped to the floor.
She shook and shuddered, and she did what she shouldn't have done. She made her
tongue wash all over the bottom of Harry's straining prick.
"Tracey!" he gasped. "Ohhhh, God! You're making me come! I didn't want to do it this
way the first time! I wanted you to like me! I want to fuck you first! AHHHHHHGH!"
Sperm bolted into her throat, jet after stringy jet, scalding and pungent. She swallowed
automatically and drew more jizz from his bucking cock until she couldn't swallow fast
enough.
White bubbles spurted from the corners of her lips and drooled down her chin to the
seat of the couch. She squeezed the pumping balls in her palm and felt them lift and
jerk as more cum hosed into her flooded mouth.
She sucked on his prick until there wasn't any more sperm inside Harry's balls. And all
the while, she weaved and shook her ass and milked the prick in her cunt.
It was heavenly. She felt dizzy with it. She was a new woman. She was lust incarnate.
"Ahhhh, more! More!" she gasped, swallowing and groaning. "I want more pricks! Any
pricks! Anywhere! Ahhhhhgh, I'm starved for pricks!"
She shook her head. The voice sounded strange. But it was her own. It was, and she
didn't care. Defiantly, she cried it all again, her slim body still humping and twisting,
her tongue lapping at the softening staff of Harry's cock.
Eva turned her head and looked down. She listened. Then she smiled, her skin pulling
tightly over her cheekbones.
"Harry," she said silkily. "Bring them in. It's time to start the training."


Chapter 13

Harry groaned and stirred himself with difficulty. He swung his leg over Tracey's head,
teetered on the edge of the couch a moment, and then stood up. His prick bowed from
his crotch. He staggered towards the door on rubbery legs.
Tracey looked around at him. Her ass was still weaving. Eva had moved forward off it
and had taken Mutt with Her. He circled and lay on the floor and licked his prick, his
leg sticking up in the air.
"Where's he going, Eva?" Tracey moaned. "Don't let him go. I want him to fuck me. I
want more prick inside me!"
Eva smiled and bent down and kissed her lightly, the raven hair flowing about her
blonde ponytail.
"He'll be right back, Tracey," she said. "He's going out to your kennel. He's going to
bring back a beautiful dog – one with a big prick."
"Ohhhhh," Tracey moaned, her pussy sucking and spasming anew.
"And if I know Harry, he'll bring back a pretty bitch to fuck, too."
"Ohhh, don't let him do that, Eva. I don't want him to fuck a dog's pussy. I want him
to fuck mine!"
"He will, darling, he will. But we have to get started on the training program right
away. From what you've told me, you haven't sold any dogs for a long time, and we're
going to need the money to keep operating."
"Oh. Yes. Yes," Tracey said. She didn't care about money right then. She cared about
fucking. "It's been so long!" she said, looking at Eva.
"We'll work extra hard, Tracey, teaching them to fuck. And then we'll sell one very
soon."
"Not that, Eva. It's been so long since I've had a prick inside me. Isn't it funny? I'd
nearly forgotten what it felt like!" She tipped her head and laughed with an odd sound.
She put her hand over her cunt and rubbed it. It came away soaking wet.
Eva watched her and smiled victoriously, more than content with the way the interview
had turned out.
"I knew you were horny, Tracey," she said, still smiling. "Now do you see how you can
help other girls like yourself – by selling them dogs trained to fuck?"
"Ohhh, yes – yes!" Tracey cried. She looked at Mutt, who was still licking his prick. She
crawled over to him on all fours, her naked butt flaring up behind her, her tits dangling
from her chest in tight balls of firm flesh.
She watched him lick his cock. It stuck out from his sheath, slick and pointed and the
fieriest red she'd ever seen a cock be. When she gasped, he stopped licking and put his
leg down, noticing her for the first time. He looked up and licked his chops and fairly
grinned at her.
"Oh, Mutt..." she cried, flinging her arms around his neck and hugging him. "Mutt,
your prick made me come! It was wonderful! What a fucker you turned out to be! I
wish I'd let you fuck me last night the way you wanted to."
Mutt whimpered and licked the side of her face. He sniffed the air and struggled out of
her fond grasp for his feet. He stood beside her, sniffing the spot on her back where
Eva's cunt had dripped juice.
He began licking it off, twisting his head to the side to get at it.
"Ohhhh, Mutt!" Tracey cried, laughing. "Your tongue tickles!"
"It does more than tickle, honey," Eva said silkily. "It makes your pussy come and
come."
"Oh, I know," Tracey said, smiling up at her. She felt her cunt throb. She sat back on
her legs, her torso erect. Mutt licked one of her tits. Then he dropped his head to her
lap and discovered a whole new well full of cunt juice. He lapped at her pubes, trying to
snake his tongue between her closed thighs.
"Mutt, stop that!" she laughed.
"Why tell him to stop?" Eva asked, watching, fondling her own bloated twat lips. "Let
him lick. Let him learn how. That's what it's all about, Tracey."
Tracey hugged Mutt again. "No," she said firmly. "You're not going to sell Mutt. I
won't hear of it."
Something sounded wrong the way she'd said it. She looked at Eva, her head tipped to
the side.
"I'm not going to sell him," she restated firmly.
"Whatever you say, Tracey," Eva said quickly. Then she added with a smile, "You're the
boss."
She watched Tracey closely, her breath held in her lungs. Tracey smiled and turned her
attention back to Mutt, and Eva let her breath out. That had been close. She would have
to go a little slower than she'd imagined. Tracey was more resistant than most. But she
was coming along fine so far.
Mutt was licking at Tracey's twat again. Tracey shifted her legs from under her rump
and sat on her butt on the floor with her knees spread wide apart.
"Ohhhh, Mutt," she moaned, feeling his tongue wash over her pussy.
She slid to her back on the carpeting and lifted her cunt high, letting him lick out her
juice. Her tits quivered tightly on her chest, and she rocked her head back and forth.
"Ohhhh, it's wonderful! His tongue! God, it goes all the way up inside my pussy!"
"Mine, too," Eva moaned, watching, feeling envious. Her cunt was sucking and
squeezing again. She got down on her knees beside Tracey and put her face close.
She watched the long tongue slither in and out of Tracey's totally visible twat. That
mongrel was a natural! Christ, she could have him trained and sold in less than a week.
But she couldn't take over too much yet. Maybe later, after Tracey was totally hooked,
but not yet.
"Ohhhh, Eva..." Tracey moaned, looking up at her, seeing the firm, cone-shaped tits
thrusting towards her, the slim waist, the flaring hips and succulent pussy between
them.
Eva watched the hungry expression come over her face. She heard the furious slurping
Mutt was making in her trembling snatch. She cupped her tits with her hands and
offered them to Tracey, leaning a little closer, feeling her pulse pound., "Yes, Tracey?"
she said silkily.
Tracey looked at the tits, at the full nipples stretching from the ends of them. She licked
her lips. She squirmed under the drilling tongue Mutt slid in and out of her pussy.
"Eva..." she moaned again.
Eva leaned closer, her nipples just inches from Tracey's mouth. "Suck them," she said in
a heated whisper.
Tracey opened her mouth. Then she turned her head at the last moment and groaned.
"Ohhhhh, he's making me come! I'm going to come! Eva, he's sucking my pussy off
again, and I'm going to COOOMMMEE..."
Eva sat back with a sigh and watched Tracey's hips lift and her pussy shudder violently
as another orgasm swept through her horny body. The tips of her tits tingled. She'd
wanted those soft lips around them. She wanted them sucking on her cunt lips and clit.
Well, that, too, would come with time.
Tracey gasped and let her hips fall back and tried to close her thighs.
"Ohhh, that's enough, Mutt – stop! Eva, make him stop..."
Eva reached for Mutt and pulled him away. The dog tossed his head and licked his
chops and danced in her grasp, wanting back at his mistress' pussy.
Eva sat back and opened her own to him, spreading her gash with her fingertips, letting
him whiff the aroma that wafted from her slippery box.
Mutt dove at her cunt and slurped noisily, and his cock inched from his sheath again.
"Ohhhh, what a dog!" Eva cried happily, squeezing her twat muscles around his tongue
as hard as she could, trying to capture the slippery organ.
Tracey rolled to her hands and knees and came over and watched the action. She
looked at the scarlet prick, seeing it jerk back and forth from Mutt's sheath.
Gingerly, hesitantly, but filled with terrible curiosity, she reached slowly under his belly.
The tips of her fingers touched the bone-hard shaft.
"Ohhhhh, so hard! And it was up my cunt!" she gasped.
Eva watched her. The fingers began to wrap around the pointed prick. Her face went
closer and closer to the furry belly.
"Ohhhh, Tracey," she whispered softly. "Do more than just hold his prick, Tracey."
Tracey gasped and looked into the dark, hypnotic eyes. "M-More?" she gasped.
"Yes!"
"Wh-What?"
"Jack it off!"
"Ohhhh, God."
"Or..."
"What? What?"
Eva licked her lips. Her tongue came out slowly and wrapped around the fullness of
them, wetting them, making them shine, leaving no doubt what she meant.
"Ohhhhh, no..." Tracey gasped.
"You did it to Harry's prick. I watched you. You did it very well. You suck cock better
than I can do it. Mutt will love you for it, Tracey."
She looked back at the pointed, slippery prick. It throbbed. The dog's belly moved up
and down as he stretched forward and buried his muzzle in the raven-fringed pussy.
The slurping, sucking noises were terribly erotic. Tracey felt her snatch jump and
squeeze as if she hadn't had an orgasm in nearly three weeks.
Her lips parted. A low, quavering moan came from between them. "Ohhhhh, I can't..."
she wailed weakly.
"Yes, you can, Tracey. Do it! We have to train them to like it. Think how many women
there will be who will want to go down on their Holland Kennel dog. We can't deprive
them of the thrilling pleasure by having dogs who aren't used to it!"
"Yes-yes!" Tracey cried, her fingers now sliding up and down Mutt's hard cockshaft,
circling and milking.
"Then do it, darling! Ohhhh, do it while he's licking out my pussy, and I'll give him a
flow of slippery honey that he'll never forget!"
"Oh, God! Oh, God!" Tracey moaned.
Her tongue licked over her lips again and again. Her heart pounded in her chest. Her
mind seemed to grow dizzy and spinning, as if the world were suddenly turning much
faster than normal.
"I-I can't, Eva."
"Yes, you can! Do it! Hurry! I'm getting ready to come! Don't cheat him, Tracey! Do
it!"
Her dark eyes were wide. They glittered with lust and hypnotic urging. Tracey looked
into them once more and felt even dizzier, until nothing made any sense any more.
A moan came from her parted lips. Her hand jacked faster and faster. Her head moved
lower and began to tip up.
She could see the short brown fur under Mutt's belly as if she were looking through a
magnifying glass. She saw one of his nipples. She heard the constant licking of his
tongue.
Her pussy throbbed and foamed. Eva was beginning to moan and churn under Mutt's
lathering tongue. The hard prick was extended all the way now, iron hard and
throbbing.
His hips began to move as he fucked his sensitive, knotted prick in and out of the circle
of her fingers. There was a drop of fluid oozing from the pointed tip.
It glistened in the light. It got bigger and bigger and was soon threatening to fall.
"Ohhhhh, I can't..." Tracey moaned again. And then she did.
With a quick movement of her head, she darted under Mutt's belly and flicked out with
the tip of her tongue. She angled his solid shaft over with her fingers.
She lapped over the tip of his prick and sucked the drop back into her mouth. She
didn't even taste it. Mutt growled and whimpered and lapped furiously at the snatch
under his muzzle.
Tracey didn't taste it because she didn't take the time to. Her mouth opened wide, and
she pursed her lips and closed her eyes and sucked the whole dog-cock between her
lips.
"Ohhhh, God – you're doing it!" Eva groaned, shaking her pussy up wildly.
Tracey's breath puffed through her nose. She felt the slippery stuff on the hard shaft.
She ran her tongue along the bottom and felt the hard knot. She swirled her tongue
over it again and again and groaned incessantly, unable to keep her hand from her cunt
at the same time.
"God, it's exciting!" Eva cried. "Ohhhh, it's making me come! Mutt! Mutt, get ready for
the flood of honey! Here it comes, Mutt!"
She arched high off the floor, her tight butt-cheeks clenching into hard balls of
spasming flesh. Her pussy muscles clenched as they never had before, nearly trapping
his slippery tongue at last.
Eva came violently, shuddering and shaking, and she opened her cunt to the slithering
tongue.
Mutt came, too. His prick jerked and bucked in
Tracey's mouth, and a thick spurt of dog-cum hosed from it and ran down her throat,
burning, cool, pungent and sweet all at the same time.
She swallowed and moaned and finger-fucked her cunt until she banged off an orgasm
that was hard and jolting.
Tracey pulled her mouth from the dog's throbbing prick, and there was a strange grin
plastered over her lips.
"I did it! Ohhhhh, Mutt, I sucked your prick! Eva, I did it! God, oh, God! Pricks! I
want pricks!" she cried, her head swiveling as she heard a sound at the other side of the
room.


Chapter 14

Harry stood in the doorway, having returned from the kennels. His mouth was open.
He stared in astonishment. His cock was throbbing to full erection.
Beside him was a Great Dane, with huge balls and a bloated, heavy sheath full of coiled
cock. On his other side was a shaggy-tailed retriever, golden in color. She sat on the
floor and licked her pussy. She was in heat, and it was draining slick juice. The Dane
kept trying to get to her and fuck her.
"Ohhhh, Harry..." Tracey moaned, her eyes glazed with lust, the strange smile still on
her face.
She didn't really see his expression or the way he looked glaringly at Eva for just a
moment.
"Well," he said, coming into the room with the dogs, both on short leashes. "Still
having your party, I see."
"Harry, I did it!" Tracey cried happily. "I sucked off Mutt's prick and swallowed it!"
"Yeah," he said. He ground his teeth. His expression was rather dark. He jerked at the
leashes and made the dogs sit down. "I watched you do it," he finished.
Tracey looked at him. He wasn't glaring at her, but his glaring expression took the
glaze from her eyes and the sappy smile from her face. She straightened up as if coming
out of a trance, looking around the room.
"Harry, get busy," Eva said sternly, glaring back at him. She looked ready to scratch his
eyes out for the way he'd ruined the mood.
"Which did you like better, Tracey? My cock or Mutt's?"
"I... I..." Tracey stammered. She swallowed. Sense came back into her head, and she
realized what she'd done. She looked at Eva, and her mouth fell wide. She moved it as if
there were a bad taste in it.
"What have I done?! " she cried.
Eva smiled. She gazed steadily into Tracey's eyes. "You've made Mutt very happy," she
said. The smile vanished when she looked at Harry. "Harry, get busy," she said again.
Harry got to his knees. He stopped glaring at her, looking down at his prick instead,
taking it in his hand.
Tracey looked from one to the other of them. The war was over, whatever it had been
about. She thought about herself for a moment, about what she'd just done.
She was horrified inside. What had she done? What had possessed her to do something
as vile as suck off Mutt's prick?
She moved her mouth again. Then she realized it hadn't really been vile at all – at least
not to taste. The act hadn't been. Only the idea of the act. And that hadn't been vile
either, until Harry had come in and glared and then asked his jealousy-ridden question.
She looked at him and began to forget all about sucking off Mutt's prick. He was
jacking his cock to stiffness. He'd let go of the Dane's leash, and the dog was prancing
around trying to get at the retriever.
"What's his name, Tracey?" Eva asked.
"Chip's Pride," Tracey said. She watched Harry. "Why's he doing that?"
"He's going to fuck the retriever."
"Goldie?" Tracey gasped. She felt her pussy throb again. "I-I thought you were just
kidding when you said he – fucked dogs!"
"No, dear. He loves to fuck them. Don't you, Harry?"
"Yes," he said, his voice not quite a growl, but close. "Call off this Dane, will you."
"Here, Chip!" Eva called.
The dog's head whipped around. His big tongue lolled from the side of his mouth. His
pointed ears perked up. He looked at Mutt and cocked his head and barked
deafeningly, one woof. Then he got to his feet and was across the room in three huge
steps, nose against nose with Mutt, tail going like a metronome.
It was clear to Eva that Chip was a puppy at heartfull grown, but just at the right age to
be trained. Harry knew his business, she had to give him that.
Mutt growled once and then realized Chip wasn't going to chomp him in half and
proceeded to ignore him.
Tracey watched the two dogs for only a moment. Then she watched Harry, her mouth
sagging with disbelief and lust.
He'd jacked his prick iron hard. He was now holding Goldie by her rump, kneeling
behind her. Goldie wasn't sure she liked him being back there and kept looking over
her shoulder and trying to get away.
"Tracey, help me hold her," he said.
Tracey licked her lips. She stood on her knees and walked over to him on them. Her
pussy was tingling terribly, and she put her hand over it as she went, moving her
fingers in the soft, silky meat of her pink gash.
Harry's cock strained up from his crotch. He watched her come, and his face lost all the
hostility it had held. He watched her tits jiggle tightly on her chest and the way her
fingers fondled her wet cunt lips.
He looked at the pinch of her waist and the flare of her hips and the pert tightness of
her rump. Then he looked into her eyes, and there was that strange electricity flowing
between them again.
Tracey stopped in front of him and held his gaze. She licked her lips. She looked down
at his beautiful, straining cock, and there was a moment of shame at knowing that he'd
watched her suck off a dog's prick after having made love to his.
"What do you want me to do?" she asked softly.
"Hold her butt still. Keep her from turning around."
It took a moment for him to take his eyes from hers. She put her hands firmly on
Goldie's rump. Harry reached down with a free hand and held his cock.
He had it aimed towards her for just a moment, right towards her cunt.
"I want to fuck you," he whispered; doing it so softly that Eva couldn't possibly have
heard. It was little more than a movement of his lips, which Tracey could read.
"Then do it," she said. "Oh, Harry, what you saw me doing to Mutt–"
"It's all right," he whispered back. "I understand why you did."
"Something came over me..."
"I know."
"Oh, fuck me, Harry. Put your big prick into me, not this dog."
"I will," he said. "Later. Without her..."
"Hurry up, Harry!" Eva called.
He lowered his gaze and turned his prick from Tracey. He aimed it towards Goldie's
leaking pussy. He pressed forward, and the tip touched the dog's swollen, wet cunt lips.
Tracey watched and gasped. The velvety knob throbbed at the mouth of Goldie's cunt
and had just started to open the lips when Goldie whined and jerked away and gave
them a strange expression of confusion and desire mixed together.
She tried to reach around and lick her pussy again. She was obviously in heat and dying
for a prick in her cunt, but she wasn't any too sure about the two humans behind her.
"You've got to hold her more securely," Harry said.
Tracey nodded and pressed down on the bitch's hips a little harder. Harry aimed his
cock and tried again. The dog evaded him one more time.
"Let me hold her," Harry said.
They shifted hands. Tracey looked at him.
"How are you going to – stick it in and hold her both?"
"You help," he said.
They gazed heatedly at each other. Tracey reached down and held his prick. The shaft
was thick and strong. A puff of air escaped through her nostrils.
"I love it!" she cried softly.
"I love your hand around it."
"I want to wrap my pussy around it!"
"Hurry up, Harry! I can't hold these dogs back much longer. They smell her pussy and
want to fuck it!"
Tracey looked over at Eva. She had her hands full, all right. The Dane was strong, and
he wanted to come over and help them with Goldie in the worst way. Mutt was
undecided. He sniffed the air and then looked at Eva's twat and couldn't make up his
mind.
She felt Harry's prick throb in her fingers and looked back at it. It was stretching
hugely.
"Harry..." she gasped. "Are you?"
"Oh, God," he panted. "Your hand, Tracey."
She moved her fist along the length of his prick, her fingers circling out over the base
and cupping his balls. He gripped Goldie's rump tightly and groaned again.
"Hurry – stick it in her pussy!" he rasped.
His prick bucked and jerked. Tracey looked at him with surprise. Then she felt her
heart pound. He was almost ready to come! And all she was doing was holding his
trembling prick in her hand! Did she make him that hot? Just her nearness – the touch
of her hand?
"Ohhhh, I can't believe it," she moaned.
"You don't know what iron will it took when I was on the couch," he grinned, his face
red with effort. "Oh, hurry and put it in her pussy!"
"Oh, Harry, you do the same to my pussy, did you know that? I can't believe it, but it's
true!"
His prick throbbed and bucked threateningly, and she couldn't stop herself from sliding
her hand up and down the thick shaft.
He moaned and pressed forward and gripped Goldie's hips until the dog whimpered.
"Aim it, Tracey – aim it!" he gasped.
She looked down. She angled his prick. The knob touched the dog's swollen, wet cunt
lips again.
Goldie tried to twist away, but Harry's grip was too strong. Tracey held his prick with
one hand and couldn't keep herself from sliding her other along the trembling shaft, all
the while pulling him forward, trying to get his cockhead into the soft, heated, silky
pussy in front of it.
She watched the satiny red tissues of the dog's cunt spread. The pulsing knob went
between them, popping inside the twat mouth.
"Ahhhh, your hand!" he cried, tossing his head back, straining forward.
His prick exploded, bucking and pulsing. She felt the jets of sperm tremble through his
prick and ripple over her squeezing, sliding fingers.
"AHHHGH!" he cried.
Sperm hosed backwards from the dog's tight pussy, dribbling down her cunt lips to the
floor, spattering over Tracey's fingers.
"Ohhhh, Harry, you came! Shoot her full, Harry!"
"God, God!" he groaned.
He pressed forward again. The lubrication of his sperm made his shaft slide tightly into
the dog's cunt.
Goldie looked forward and stretched her neck and moaned. Her tail lifted suddenly.
Her hind feet became braced apart. She lifted her butt backwards, and her cunt mouth
sucked around the stuffing cock, drawing it deeper.
"She's taking it, Harry!" Tracey cried, watching it all, seeing the shaft disappear into the
tight, pulsing hole, going in and in until her fingers had nothing left to hold.
She took her hands away. She clapped them over her cunt and swirled them through
her wet pussy meat, all the while watching and staring as Harry sank his prick into the
bitch's cunt balls deep.
"Ohhhh, it's a tight cunt, Tracey!" he moaned. "She's skinning my prick! God, I'm
going to come again! Ohhhhh, I want to be fucking you!"
Eva made a sound from where she was. Tracey looked over. Mutt had made up his
mind.
She was on hands and knees, and her butt was flared backwards, lifted up and open.
Mutt was mounted on it. The angle they were at permitted Tracey to see the red,
pointed prick slide in and out of the wet, raven-fringed pussy.
Tracey's hand swirled over her snatch again and again, masturbating furiously. She felt
left out. Harry's cock was stuffed all the way into a bitch's tight, hot pussy. Mutt's cock
was running in and out of Eva's sodden, dripping cunt.
She looked at Chip and felt her breath catch in her throat.
He came trotting over to them. He bulled his way behind Goldie and stuck his big nose
towards her rump, sniffing hard. He looked at the big prick in the hole he was after,
and he cocked his head in bewilderment.
He looked at Harry and let out another of those deafening woofs, telling Harry to get
his cock out of there.
"Get the idea, Chip?" Harry grinned. "Go find another cunt, this one's full."
Chip lifted a big paw to Harry's shoulder and woofed again. His broad tongue lolled at
the side of his mouth. Harry pushed his paw off and then seemed to have trouble
looking at Tracey.
"I... Tracey..." he stammered. "You–"
"Ohhhhh, Mutt!" Eva moaned. "Ohhhh, what a fucker! Tracey, why didn't you tell me
he could fuck so well! Oh, what a big prick!"
She moaned again and lifted her head. Mutt pumped his hips furiously against her butt,
fucking her like a pro.
Chip whipped his head around at the sound of her voice and cocked his ears. He
watched Mutt fuck away, and he trotted over to them, knowing there was something he
was supposed to be doing but not quite figuring it out yet.
He woofed at Mutt and gave him a nudge in the side with his big nose. Mutt bared his
teeth and growled threateningly, ready to take on four Chips at once if he had to right
then.
Chip backed away and watched Mutt fuck Eva. He licked his chops and panted, and his
prick began to uncoil from his sheath.
Tracey looked at it. Her eyes went wide with shock. His cock was huge!
"Ohhhhh, God!" she moaned heatedly, her hand swirling faster over her twat.
"Tracey, come here," Eva said, looking at her in that hypnotic way. Her butt swayed
back and forth and up and down as her hot pussy milked Mutt's plunging prick. "You
know what to do, Tracey," she said "Come do it!"
Tracey felt her face go hot. She glanced at Harry. His expression was resigned. He
humped slowly in and out of Goldie's cunt, and it was clear that the dog was liking it
now.
Tracey stood up. Her hand was cupped around her crotch, her finger deep in her pussy,
writhing and wriggling, fucking more and more heat into her box.
Chip whipped his head around, ears flopping. He was getting excited and whipped up.
He was nearly ready to woof again.
Tracey pulled her finger from her pussy. It was wet and glistening. She looked at Chip's
broad, flat tongue. She shook her head. It wouldn't fit. It couldn't possibly fit.
Her cunt spasmed, feeling all that tongue up there inside, twisting and swirling around,
scouring her pussy walls clean of juice.
"This is crazy-insane!" she moaned.
But she shoved her wet, slippery, aromatic finger towards Chip's big nose anyway.
He sniffed hard. He lapped, licking her whole hand with one sweep of his tongue.
Then he jumped up on her, his paws on her shoulders, staring down into her face, his
big, big cock thrusting straight at her pussy.
"Ohhhhh, God..." Tracey moaned, reeling backwards under the dog's weight until her
butt was against the wall and she couldn't retreat any further.
She looked into his big face and felt the tip of his big prick probe against her pubes,
and she shuddered with irresistible lust.


Chapter 15

"Ohhhhh, Chip," she moaned shakily.
His paws were heavy on her shoulders. The wall was firm and unyielding against her
trembling ass. The tips of her tits just grazed the fur on his big chest, and it made her
nipples tingle and swell heatedly.
His prick throbbed in and out of his sheath, stabbing her belly, her cunt mound, her
upper thighs. She was aware that Harry and Eva were both watching.
"Ohhh, Tracey, that's wonderful!" Eva cried. "Do it that way. Let me see you fuck him
standing up!" she urged, shaking her ass against Mutt's pumping hips and groaned
again.
Harry gripped Goldie's rump tightly with his hands. His cock seemed to swell in girth
in her pursed pussy. He slid it in and out, making the wet, tight cunt tissues indent and
suck out with each motion as they clung to his fucking shaft.
Tracey watched his big prick go slowly in and out, and she felt her own cunt ripple and
shake as if he were fucking her.
"Ohhhhh, I want it..." she gasped, looking at him.
"Then take it!" Eva cried, misinterpreting her. "His prick's right there on the level with
your pussy, Tracey! All you have to do is reach down and guide it up into your cunt!"
Tracey gasped again and again. She knew where Chip's prick was. She could feel the
hot point stabbing into her wet, puffy cunt lips. He moved on his hind legs and leaned
against her as if instinct were telling him what he should be doing.
His tongue lolled. Saliva dripped from it to her shoulder, scalding her with lust. She
stared up into the brown eyes and moaned again, unable to keep her feet from taking a
more braced, wider stance on the floor.
Her thighs became an inverted vee as her legs straightened and her knees locked. They
turned outward slightly as her round, tight butt-cheeks clenched and relaxed and
tightened again and made her crotch move back and forth.
She groaned and felt one of her arms move. It was as if it had belonged to someone
else. It went around Chip's back and slid to the powerful haunch, where her hand
cupped one muscular flank.
"That's it – that's it!" Eva encouraged her. Tracey gasped again. She looked at Harry.
She saw his thick cockshaft running in and out of Goldie's dribbling cunt. She saw the
way the dog tossed her head and made groaning noise of enjoyment, licking her chops
at the same time.
Tracey's other hand slid under Chip's chest and belly. It found the furry sheath. It came
forward and her fingers touched the thrusting base of his shaft.
They explored. They tested the dimension and hardness of the dog's cock. They
traveled along its astonishing length and felt the throbbing strength of it.
"Ohhhh, God, he's a small horse!" she cried. "It won't fit! His prick won't fit in my
pussy!"
"Try, Tracey – try!" Eva choked.
"Ah! The tip! Ohhhh, the pointed tip! It's between my pussy lips! It's at the mouth of
my cunt! Ohhh!"
She gasped and shuddered. Chip whimpered, knowing that whatever he was doing
right now must be the right thing. It felt too good on his horny, virginal prick not to
be.
His flanks shuddered. His hips jerked back and forth. His hind legs walked forward
more, and the tip of his cock became engulfed by quivering, pulsing silky heat.
Tracey gasped again. Her eyes popped wide. She could feel the spearing probe of his
monstrous prick. It pushed into her pussy as keenly as a lance, the pointed tip pressing
aside the quivering tissues of silky cunt meat.
Her muscular twat mouth shuddered, pulsing and squeezing. Her crotch rocked up,
tipping her pussy forward and open. She sagged back against the wall and had no
resistance.
Her head turned to the side. She watched Harry's thick, strong cock fuck into the
retriever's pussy again and again, and she felt Chip's dong fuck into hers.
"Ohhhh, he's stretching my cunt..." she moaned quaveringly.
"God, it's exciting!" Eva choked again. She shook her butt back against Mutt's humping
hips, and her pussy squeezed and clamped so hard around his knotted cock that he was
literally stuck in her sucking twat.
He growled and licked his chops and shuddered, and Tracey knew he was coming in
Eva's cunt.
"Ohhhhh, fuck me, you mangy mutt!" Eva cried.
Her tits swelled down from her chest, the nipples going hard and long. Then her face
went red, and her eyes glazed, and she shuddered violently with orgasm.
"YAAAAAGH!" she cried.
Tracey watched them come and gasped again. She felt her cunt walls stretch wide under
the pressing rod entering her cunt. Her head rolled along the wall to the other side
again, and she saw Harry's chest fill with air as he watched her getting fucked by the
Great Dane.
His balls drew up under his crotch. He pulled the dog's rump back against his groin.
He lunged forward, sinking his heavy shaft all the way into her cunt.
"Ahhhhhhgh, I'm coming, Tracey!" he choked.
His prick bucked and spurted. Cum hosed backward from the small, tight pussy again,
dangling from Goldie's cunt lips in strings.
He pressed up against her ass and shuddered violently, all the while watching Tracey, a
curious expression in his eyes.
"Harry! Harry!" she cried. "He's fucking all the way into me, Harry! Ohhhhhh, I can't
stop him! I can't hold him! Ohhhh, my pussy's getting stretched big!"
Chip whined and tossed his head and flung saliva from his lolling tongue. His hind legs
strained powerfully as he pressed forward against Tracey's body and ran his big, knotted
prickshaft deeper and deeper into her tight, slippery cunt hole.
Tracey whipped her head back and forth and mewled. Both hands went to her pussy.
Her fingers felt the solid, thick dong at the point where it entered her stretched pussy
mouth.
She felt all around the area of penetration. She felt her puffy cunt lips, bloated wide to
the side. She felt the satiny tissues of her snatch mouth, the muscles under their
surfaces stretched and rock hard.
They pulsed and sucked slightly, and she knew then that her pussy was welcoming this
huge invasion! It had to be – it was sucking inward, wanting more of Chip's pole up
her cunt!
Juice spilled from somewhere – buckets of it. Her whole gash was drenched. It oozed
out around the stiff rod of his cock and ran towards his sheath.
As she was feeling his prick and her pussy, there suddenly wasn't any more space
between her cunt and his sheath. The entire cock was up her cunt!
"Ahhhhh, all the way!" she cried. "He's fucked all the way up my pussy! Ohhhhh, the
tip – it's trying to get into my womb! God! Ohhhhh, God!"
She felt it there, dancing and throbbing, nosing sharply into her cervix, trying to turn
the corner and go up into her uterus.
She had never felt so stuffed with cock in her life! It was impossible to be so filled with
prick, and yet she was.
Chip began humping his hips in earnest then. She felt her body being lifted and set
back down. Her tight, round butt slid up and down the wall. It bounced off it like a
rubber ball again and again as Chip slammed against her.
She felt his huge knot in her cunt tunnel, and her muscles quivered around it, as if
exploring a very foreign object.
"Yaaaaagh, I'm coming!" she cried suddenly, feeling her emotions spin, her mind go
dizzy again.
She fairly crumpled. Her knees went rubbery. She didn't know how she stayed erect. It
must have been from the way Chip was pressing her butt and shoulders back against
the wall.
Her pussy fluttered and pulsed. It wanted to squeeze hard around the thick dick
imbedded in it, but the muscles were stretched to their limit and couldn't vibrate.
Her whole body dangled on the pole of his prick and quivered savagely. Her tits spiked
into his furry chest and were covered with the warmth of hair as if wrapped in a
blanket.
Her ass-cheeks were flattened against the wall and yet managed to pulse and contract
and make her hips pump forward into his monstrous prick still more.
Chip tossed his muzzle and growled. His flews vibrated. There was a glassy stare in his
brown eyes. Then he let out a long moan and spewed strong young dog-cum from the
tip of his scarlet prick for the first time in his life.
It hosed into her cunt. It splashed up into her womb and drained back, foaming and
bubbling. He shuddered against her strongly and let it all go.
"Ahhhhhgh, he's coming in me!" Tracey nearly screamed. "He's filling my cunt and
womb! God! God!"
She cried out again and clamped her arms around his back. She hugged him to her,
even wrapping her hands around his ass and pulling up and in.
Chip staggered. Her knees buckled. They slid along the wall sideways, Tracey clinging
to his body.
Chip landed on his forepaws and weaved slightly, shaking his head with perplexity.
Tracey clung tightly to him and pressed her tits against his chest.
Her ponytail hung down and dragged the floor as she hung upside down from his
body. Her pussy was locked to his prick. Her legs dragged out between his. He moved
forward in a bowlegged way, and her heels dragged the floor.
"AHHHHHGH!" she cried. "His cock's stuck! I can't get my pussy off it! Chip! Chip!
Oh, help me!"
Chip tossed his head and looked down at the top of hers, right there under his chest.
He tried to step off her. Her arms held tightly to his neck now, and her cunt felt as if it
were being turned inside out as the weight of her butt and hips and lower body tried to
pull it off his knotted shaft.
Chip began to wander about the room, dragging her with him. He stomped her
ponytail more than once, making her yip as her scalp got a good tug.
Tracey didn't dare let go of his neck. Then he would step all over her and drag her
sideways in an effort to detach his cock from her clinging pussy.
"Help – oh, help!" she cried.
Eva was staring with disbelief. There was more than that in her face. There was naked
lust, too. It was as if she were trying to imagine what it would be like to have a dog's
cock stuck in her cunt so tightly that it would walk her around the room that way.
"Ohhh, God..." she moaned quaveringly.
Her cunt muscles clamped down around Mutt's still-fucking cock and did it so hard she
made him whimper with pain. She thrust her hand between her thighs, balancing on
two knees and a stiff arm, and her tits jiggled and swayed as she masturbated her clit
furiously.
"Ohhhhhh, I'm going to come again!" she cried.
Mutt fucked her while she masturbated. She let out a groan and tipped sideways, falling
to her side, thrashing on the floor helplessly.
Mutt went with her. His legs kicked in the air. His prick slipped from her squeezing,
shaking cunt. He got to his feet and looked down at her thrashing body and pawed at
her ass.
"H-Harry!" Tracey cried, seeing that Eva would be no help to her at all, even if she
wanted to be.
Harry groaned. His eyes were wide and staring. He'd never seen anything like it in his
life. He pushed against Goldie's butt and slowly pulled his thick cock from her
squeezing, tight cunt. She whipped her head around and bared her fangs, not wanting
him to quit fucking her yet.
Harry didn't care. He pulled his cock out anyway. The shaft was doubly thick and
slippery with his cum and the dog's pussy juice. It throbbed heavily, and his balls were
drawn tightly up under the root. It was clear to Tracey that he'd been ready to come
again from the excitement of watching her getting fucked by the Great Dane.
He stumbled across the room on his knees and half fell against Chip, his arms going
around the dog's neck.
"Chip, stop!" he commanded.
The dog growled at him. He pulled back. Chip braced his legs and licked his muzzle
oddly, stretching his neck forward. He growled softly again, but there was a faraway
look in his eyes.
"Ahhhhhgh!" Tracey cried, still clinging to him tightly. "He's coming in me again! God
– ohhhhh, God, he's filling my pussy!"
She felt it happening. Even as she dangled upside down from his body, she could feel
his thick cock buck and shudder as it spurted fresh young dog-cream into her twat.
She felt it draining into her upside-down womb. She wondered if her belly would slosh
in a moment. She looked at Harry pleadingly, seeing his prick upside down, as if the
balls were on top and the cock strained downward.
She saw it throb and pulse again, and she wondered if he would come himself during
the moment of her terrible predicament.
Chip shuddered from flank to head. He pumped his hips against nothing that offered
resistance – just her hanging body, making it wave and heave. His prick drained into
her squeezing, sucking pussy until she gasped and sucked air deeply into her lungs.
"Oh! Ah! Oh, my God! He's – he's making me come! Oh, Harry I can't help it! Harry,
I'm going to come again! OHHHHHHH!"
She squeezed her eyes shut. She tightened her grip around Chip's neck. The blood
rushed to her head as she hung there. Her cunt sucked and quivered and pulsed, and
her whole body began to shake as she came with a fury.


Chapter 16

Tracey gasped when her orgasm was finally over. Her eyes darted, and her vision
wouldn't stay still or focused.
She felt Harry approach again. His arms touched hers as he wrapped them about
Chip's neck. Chip didn't growl this time. He tried to stay erect, his legs chattering
stiffly along the floor. But Harry weighted him down and pulled him sideways, and
Chip thumped to his side on the floor, letting out a breathy oof.
"Tracey – honey, pull your pussy off his prick," Harry told her, half kneeling on the
side of Chip's neck to hold him down.
She tugged. She was able to use her arms and legs now. She lifted one knee high, and
her cunt split wide. Harry stared into the split of her crotch and watched the silken red
tissues be sucked nearly inside out as she pulled backward with her hips.
"Ohhhh, I can't!" she cried.
Her tits strained from her chest. Harry leaned over, his shoulder brushing them. He put
his hands to the fused union of prick and pussy. His fingertips pried and pushed and
worked.
But he couldn't free the rigid cock from the silk of her pussy mouth. Tracey gasped and
shuddered and watched him work with her split-open cunt.
Her clit stood obscenely from the top of her cleft. His fingers kept brushing over it. Her
cunt shuddered and pulsed each time, and she was afraid she would embarrass herself
by coming again at a time like this.
"Ohhhh, Harry," she moaned softly, unable to keep her eyes from his straining,
throbbing prick.
"I-I can't get it off, Tracey. Oh, I don't want to hurt your pussy – I don't."
Eva had crawled over to them by this time. Her tits hung down from her chest. She
stared at the open pussy and the way Harry was fingering it, pushing the reddened
tissues back, trying to slide them down the solid shaft imbedded in them.
"It's his knot," she gasped. "The big knot. It hasn't gone down yet."
"What do I do, Eva?" Tracey whined.
"Make him come again," she gasped, sucking in her breath and holding it, her eyes
dark and glittering with lust. "Again and again! Ohhhh, you lucky... Oh, God, I've
never had that happen to me! God, I wish his prick were stuck in my pussy! I'd fuck
him and fuck him until he couldn't stand up any more!"
Tracey looked at her. Her eyes were half-glazed. Her hand was swirling around in her
wet pussy meat, her finger fucking in and out of her cunt, drawing strings of Mutt's
cum back with it.
Tracey looked at Harry, appalled. Harry smiled weakly and shrugged. "She knows. She
fucks dogs all the time."
"M-Make him come in me again? And again? Ohhhhh..." she shuddered.
Her pussy was already swimming with his jizz. It wouldn't hold more juice and the
monstrous, stuck shaft, too.
"On his back!" Eva gasped, her eyes still wide with lust, her finger still fucking in and
out of her pussy. "That's the only way I've never been able to fuck a dog. Get him on
his back and sit on his cock and ride him, Tracey! Train him to like it! Think of the
women who want to be on top when they fuck! Do it for them! Do it for the ones who
want to be on top and in complete control."
Her hand swirled furiously over her snatch. Tracey looked at her and then at Harry.
She looked at the expression on Eva's face once more, and it was clear to her just what
kind of woman wanted to be in complete control.
Eva reached forward. She gripped Chip's hind legs firmly and twisted them until they
were sticking up in the air. Tracey had to shift her position at the same time or get her
pussy ripped open.
The next thing she knew, she was atop Chip's belly, her knees on either side of him.
She looked down at his chest. Harry held the tossing head as still as he could. The front
paws kicked and waved and nearly swiped her tits.
"You're doing it!" Eva cried, her voice now full of undisguised envy. "You're sitting on
his cock, fucking him! Ohhhhh!"
Tracey was doing that, all right. The big dong up her pussy throbbed and stretched and
hurt her. She was trying to sit erectly, and his cock just didn't angle that way. She had
to lean forward over Chip.
She rested her hands on the floor. Her tits dangled down near his mouth. He lapped
out with his big tongue in his struggles to get free and bathed her tits with it, sending
jolts of sensation through her body again.
His prick jerked and throbbed in her twat. His struggles lessened as his eyes glazed over
again.
"Ohhhh, he's going to come, Tracey!" Eva gasped, looking at his expression, then
staring at the juncture of his big prick and the blonde-fuzzed pussy.
"Oh, God..." Tracey gasped.
She lifted her head. She gazed at Harry. His prick strained from his crotch and
throbbed towards her face. She glanced down to where he was looking, and she saw
what both of them saw.
Her wet, pink cunt was stretched to the limit. It surrounded the thick shaft of cock
imbedded in it. The furry sheath throbbed from inside. It was a tube of hairy flesh
pressed up against her cunt mouth, nearly hiding her split pussy.
Her clit strained from the top of her gash, pulsing and red, forced all the way out by
the thickness of cock buried in her hole.
Eva reached forward with her free hand and touched it with the tip of her finger.
"Oh, don't..." Tracey gasped, watching her clit pulse wildly. "Don't make me come
again!"
Eva licked her lips. Chip seemed to be still, at least, if not content to he on his back and
be fucked. She sank her own finger deep into her cunt and twirled it around.
"Mutt!" she called.
Mutt was sniffing around Goldie's rump now. The retriever was fending him off, as if
confused about who or what was supposed to be fucking her hot twat.
Mutt whipped his head around and looked at Eva. He knew what the sound of her
voice meant. It meant fucking. He trotted over to her.
"Mutt, look!" she cried, snapping her fingers behind Tracey's flared butt.
She licked her lips again and again. She swirled her finger in the depths of her
squeezing pussy. She ran her eyes over the line of Tracey's tight ass.
Tracey was bent forward over Chip's belly. Her thighs were spread around his body.
Her ass crack was open and deep. Her stuffed pussy throbbed.
The big prick inside her cunt made her puckered, tight bung pulse in and out. Eva
snapped her fingers again, holding one out to Mutt as if there were something good on
it he could lick.
Mutt put his head forward and lapped out with his tongue. There was nothing on the
finger. He lapped at Tracey's deep ass crack, whimpered, then looked at Eva as if for
instructions.
He knew she wanted him to do something, but he couldn't figure out what. He
watched the big black balls on the Dane sway back and forth, and he sat back, not
wanting to agitate the brute.
"Up, Mutt!" Eva cried.
"Oh, no!" Tracey gasped. "No, don't!"
"Eva, that's enough!" Harry said.
"Shut up, you spineless shit! Mutt – up!"
Eva slid her finger from her cunt. It fairly dripped with thick juice. She reached behind
Tracey and smeared the finger over her pulsing ass-hole.
"Ahhhh, don't!" Tracey gasped.
"You'll love it, Tracey! Feel my finger! Then think what it will really feel like up there!"
She plucked at Tracey's defenseless shitter with the tip of her wet finger. Tracey cried
out again, her voice quavering. Her pussy pulsed and shook around the big prick inside
her, and her ass-hole sucked in and out.
"Feel it, Tracey!" Eva cried.
She put the tip of her wet finger squarely over Tracey's distended ass-hole and began
screwing it in.
"Ahhhhhgh!" Tracey moaned, her eyes glazing with lust.
Eva pushed and pried. The girl's butt hole was tight to begin with. She must have been
a virgin there. But with her whole cunt filled to the brim with Chip's cock, her ass-hole
was tighter than ever.
Eva licked her lips and screwed away with her finger, working it slowly up Tracey's ass.
Mutt stuck his nose there and smelled the delightful aromas wafting up. He licked and
licked, his tongue washing over Eva's hand again and again.
"Ohhhhh, don't..." Tracey gasped.
She couldn't help moving her hips. Her pussy sucked strongly at Chip's big cock,
making him groan and lick her tits again and again.
Harry blew breath through his nose and gripped his prick and watched the emotion
and lust ripple over Tracey's face. Eva slipped her finger out of the squeezing ass-hole
and let Mutt lick it all he wanted to.
Tracey bent over farther and elevated her ass. Her cunt shook up and down, and her
butt weaved as much as she could make it, considering that her pussy was stuck
precisely over Chip's cock.
"Up, Mutt!" Eva cried again, reaching under his belly to fondle his prick with her wet
fingers.
She lifted up on his chest. At first, he didn't want to stop licking. But her fingers
around his prick gave him other ideas, and he mounted Tracey's weaving ass.
"Yes, yes! Good dog! God, what a natural he is! Ohhhh, Mutt – go forward! Stick it in
her ass and fuck her. Fuck, Mutt – fuck!" she commanded him.
She pushed at his butt. He mounted higher. Tracey wailed with a high, quavering
sound. The top of her head seemed ready to come off for sure.
Mutt danced forward, hugging her flaring hips with his paws. He looked around her
body at Chip once and then ignored the presence of the big Dane.
He tossed his muzzle and licked his chops, and then the tip of his prick found the tight
bung and punched into it.
"AHHHHHHGH!" Tracey screamed, her voice high.
"Eva, don't..." Harry pleaded.
"Shut up, Harry! Shut up and fuck that bitch again!" She jammed four fingers up her
cunt, making the hole go incredibly wide, then swirled them around and around in her
flowing pussy.
Mutt's prick lanced into Tracey's ass-hole. It was a tight fit. Tight and clinging. He
whimpered and pushed. It went up and up, sliding along the thin, membrane-covered
shaft in her pussy.
Chip groaned and tossed his head. His big prick throbbed with the added stimulation,
and Tracey knew he was going to flood her cunt again.
"Harry..." she gasped, leaning forward even farther. Her fingers reached out and flexed.
Her tongue washed over her lips again and again. "Harry – your prick..." she moaned.
He gasped. His cock strained upward and throbbed. It glistened from the wetness of
Goldie's cunt. Goldie had come over to investigate what was happening.
She shoved her butt at him, wanting his big prick in her tight pussy again. Harry
looked from her drooling cunt lips to Tracey's open mouth. He whimpered.
Then he shoved Goldie away from him, aiming her ass towards Eva. Goldie didn't
know the difference. She backed into Eva's tit and weaved her butt.
Tracey screeched. "Ahhhhhgh, he's fucking my ass! All the way! Two pricks at once!
Harry, give me your cock! Cock – I want cock!"
Harry gasped and bent his prick towards her mouth. She grabbed it and sucked her lips
down over it with a throat-rattling moan, drawing the slippery, wet prick deeply into
her mouth.
Eva gasped at the sight. Envy swept through her with swelling waves. She looked at
Goldie's drooling pussy and made the fingers of her free hand stiff and fucked two of
them into the dog's cunt, meanwhile bouncing up and down on her own fucking hand.
Her mind seemed to swell and shrink. It was something strange like that. She gasped
constantly, watching Tracey, and the envy just wouldn't stay down.
She'd been fucking Rex for a long time. Four big-dicked dogs before him. She'd trained
many others before meeting up with Harry and learning how controllable he was.
She had forced him to fuck female dogs. Initially, it had been to degrade him. Now it
was to have him train them to sell – and to degrade him.
But she had never fucked two dogs at once. She had never sucked one off. She'd never
let a Great Dane, half the size of a horse, fuck her.
And Tracey was doing it all the first day, the first hours. She had the Dane on his back.
She had Mutt fucking up her ass-hole at the same time her cunt was stretched to the
limit with the Dane's big cock.
She had a cock in her mouth at the same time. True, it wasn't another dog's cock, only
Harry's – but a cock. And she'd sucked one off. A dog's prick! All the way off! And
swallowed its jizz!
Eva shivered and made her pussy suck and pull at her stuffing fingers. She felt the
slippery meat of Goldie's trembling pussy around her other fingers. She looked at the
dog's cunt.
Her breath caught in the back of her throat. Tracey had outdone her. Over and over
again, she'd outdone her. The novice, the innocent little horny widow. She had outdone
Eva!
"Ohhhh, God," Eva moaned, knowing it couldn't go on that way at all.
She slipped her fingers from Goldie's pussy. She stared at the fluttering, running flaps.
She licked her lips. Her eyes went big and dark and glittered with lust.
"Come here, you bitch," she grated softly, parting her lips.
She drew Goldie back towards her and bent down. She held her breath. She closed her
eyes and groaned heatedly, then lunged forward.
Her open mouth covered Goldie's bloated cunt completely. Her tongue stabbed
forward, sinking into the slippery red hole. It darted, fucking fast.
She ignored the taste as a new idea flared through her mind. Dogs for Lesbians! Trained
to lick and get licked! There would be a mint of money in it!
She fucked and fucked into the retriever's pussy with her tongue and half smiled at the
same time, making gurgling sounds. She would show that little blonde bitch who was
the queen of lust around here!
"Nnnnnngh!" Tracey groaned around the heavy dick in her mouth. Her ass shuddered
and shook. She felt the two pricks stuffing her cunt and ass-hole shake and tremble
threateningly.
"Ohhhhh, Tracey..." Harry moaned softly, putting his hands on the back of her head,
holding her face over his thrusting cock. The tip swelled in her mouth, and Tracey
suddenly knew she was going to get flooded by three pricks at once.


Chapter 17

Chip blasted into her first. He groaned and tossed his muzzle and strained upward. His
big dick bucked and spewed, hosing sperm into her alreadyfull body.
Mutt growled in the back of his throat, feeling the bucking and pressuring along the
bottom of his shaft through the thin membrane of his mistress' cunt.
He pressed forward and jerked his hips quickly and shot his load up her ass, his prick
sliding and slipping in the sudden wetness there.
"Nnnnngh!" Tracey groaned again, using her tongue furiously on the underside of
Harry's lovely cock.
She didn't mind the flavor that was there. His sperm, yes. A little extra spice from
Goldie's cunt. It was all nice. It would all be flooded away by the full taste of his fuck
juice at any moment.
As soon as she'd thought it, Harry groaned loudly and hitched his crotch forward.
"Tracey... Tracey..." he moaned, his voice shaking with great passion. He held the back
of her head tightly and fucked his cock into her mouth.
"Nnn! Nnn!" Tracey moaned around his prick.
The shaft bucked. The velvety knob danced at the back of her throat. Jizz hosed from
the tip and blasted down her swallowing throat, and she took all his load this time.
She groaned with a squealing sound and felt her pussy squeeze and suck and pulse
wildly. Orgasm banged through her and made her whole body roll and toss and
shudder.
She wrenched so hard sideways under the impact of it that her cunt slid along Chip's
big prickshaft.
"Ahhhh!" she gasped, stripping her mouth from Harry's cock. "It's coming free! I can
move my cunt! Ohhh, what a big cock! Ohhhh, it's sliding out, Harry! Ohhhh!"
He watched and gasped, and his still-stiff prick throbbed. She lifted up and let the big,
heavy cock slide out her cunt slowly. It pulled silky tissues with it, but she kept rising.
Mutt seemed disconcerted by the lift of her ass. His feet were nearly dangling on the
floor. He backed away, his cock leaving her tight ass-hole with a pop.
Cum dribbled out of her bung. It slithered onto Chip's balls and ran to the sides.
Tracey lifted, her chest heaving, her tits pushing in and out with the sharp gasps of
breath.
It was easier to tighten things without Mutt's prick up her ass. She lifted off Chip's cock
more quickly after that. The tip was all that was left in her hole now. She jerked her
hips and made it pop out, and her cunt lips fluttered wildly with the sudden vacancy
after having been stretched so widely.
Dog-sperm bubbled and ran from her hole. She could feel it draining from very deep
inside. She balanced over Chip and let it all run out, flooding over his sheath and
running down his sides, darkening the tan of his fur.
"Ohhhhh, my God," she moaned, "Look at it – look at all of it!"
Eva looked. She licked her wet lips again and again. Her chin and cheeks glistened with
the wetness from Goldie's pussy on them.
Her cunt burned and itched and jittered. "Prick! I want a prick in my cunt!" she cried.
She looked at Chip's cock. It was shriveling and drawing back into his sheath. He
continued to lie on his back with his paws up in the air. He groaned and acted as if he
were going to fall asleep from exhaustion in that position.
He was pooped, and she knew it.
"I want prick!" she cried, standing up suddenly. She looked around rather wild-eyed.
Mutt had had it, and she wouldn't deign to fuck Harry's prick.
She stumbled towards the front door and flung it open. She stared over the distance to
the kennel full of yapping dogs.
"Pricks!" she croaked. "Hundreds of pricks to fuck me! Cunts to train to be sucked!
God! Let's start the training! Follow me, Harry! It's time to start the training!"
She stumbled and lurched, nearly falling down the wooden steps. She weaved with long
strides across the yard towards the kennel.
"Harry..." Tracey said, putting her hand on his arm. She got off Chip and knelt beside
Harry. She started to get up and go after Eva.
Harry held her arm firmly. She looked at him. His whole expression had changed. He
was a different man, now that she was gone.
"Let her go!" he said firmly. "Tracey, let her go!"
"I-I don't like it, Harry. She's – she doesn't seem right just now. Something's going to
happen – I can feel it. Let's get her."
"It's going to happen, all right," he said with half a growl. He looked at her. His eyes
slowly softened, and the grip on her arm eased.
"Harry...?" Tracey started. She looked back into his eyes. She felt something swell inside
her chest. "Harry?"
"It's going to happen at last," he said softly. "She's going to fuck every dog down there.
She's going to have her rotten cunt ripped to shreds – and her ass-hole, and her mouth.
She's going to get what she's wanted for years. More pricks at once than she can
handle. It's going to make a new woman out of her. Maybe halfway nice, even."
"Harry, you frighten me. The things you're saying, the way you're looking at me right
now. Harry, we've got to stop her."
"Oh, no," he said. "We've got to let it happen."
"But – but she's your wife! Don't you care?"
"No," he said. "And she isn't my wife. Not really. Not on paper anywhere. We just sort
of – started living together. She liked to fuck dogs. I was a trainer. A real one. I-I don't
know what happened to me with her, Tracey. But I feel free now. I am, I swear it. You
know what I'm talking about. She was controlling you, too."
"I..." Tracey looked at Chip, at Mutt, at Goldie. She shivered, and a new expression
came into her eyes. "God, I feel so ashamed!" she wailed, flinging her arms around him.
"I fucked dogs! I even – even sucked-" She gagged suddenly, choking off the rest of the
sentence.
Harry held her tightly, comforting her. "I know, darling, I know. I feel the same way.
I've done things, too. Damnable things. I don't know why any more than you know
why. It was her. Tracey, it was her. That's why we've got to let her go down there and
get whatever's going to happen to her. That's why we've got to get away from her."
She looked at him. Her eyes went over his face again and again. "Harry, I–"
"Don't say it, darling. Trust me. Believe me. I know what I'm talking about. She has a
way about her. You've had a taste of it. Only a taste. Do you want to be down there
tomorrow with her? Training your dogs?"
"God," she shivered, hunching against him.
"You will be, Tracey. I will be, too. When I'm away from her, I think it will never
happen again. But then she makes it happen. I don't know how. I don't want it to
happen any more. I don't want to watch it happen to you. Tracey, I..."
He looked at her steadily. His face came forward. His lips parted. The breath left her
lungs in a gasp, and she felt her heart pound.
"Harry...?" she whimpered.
"There don't have to be any promises, Tracey," he said. "But I want to try it. With you.
You want something, too – I can feel it. Let's give it a try, Tracey. Let's leave her with
the whole damn mess and give it a try."
"All – all my dogs?" Tracey gasped.
"We can get them back. We'll take Chip and Mutt and Goldie and go get Rex and sell
them all. I've still got the money from Princess. Then we can get some deputies and a
doctor to come get her and take her to some place she belongs. We can start all over,
Tracey. If it works, then..." He shrugged, grinning. "Then it'll work and be beautiful. If
it doesn't work, I'm still a good trainer. A legitimate one."
She looked at him for a long moment. She liked the blueness of his eyes, the shape of
his face, the kind of man he was now, decisive and firm.
She glanced sideways at Mutt. "Do we have to sell Mutt?"
"Yes," he said. "He's been taught. He's tasted the forbidden fruit. He'll haunt both of
us."
She bit her lower lip. "Yes – yes, you're right."
Harry stood. He rounded up Mutt and Goldie and tugged Chip to his feet. He spoke
firmly to them and took them to the door. He was going to put them out and then
thought better of it. He wanted them at hand to take away and sell when they were
ready to leave. He took them to the kitchen instead and filled bowls with food and
closed the door, leaving them there.
He walked back to Tracey. He reached down and took her hand, lifting her from the
floor and holding her to him. Then he guided her towards the stairs and made her go
up them with him.
"Harry..." she said.
He grinned softly. "We should wait," he said. "But I don't think I can."
She grinned back. "After all that we both just did?"
"After all that."
They reached the landing, and he guided her into her bedroom. She looked at the bed,
thought fleetingly of the dildo in her drawer, then shivered again.
"I-I don't think I can, Harry." He smiled softly at her. "You can. I know what you
want. It isn't a dog."
"And you – what do you want."
"A woman."
"She's a woman."
"She's a devil – a witch. I want a wholesome, sweet, wonderful girl."
Tracey lowered her eyes. She bit her lip, remembering what he'd seen her do
downstairs.
"You can't mean me."
"I mean exactly you. See?" he grinned.
She glanced down. She watched his prick fill and swell and lift eagerly. She sucked in
her breath. It was beautiful. Strong and hard.
A man's prick...
"Oh, God!" she gasped.
He held her tightly to him. He kissed her again. He parted his lips and let his tongue
go softly over her lips and into her mouth and duel with her tongue.
He reached up and fondled her tits gently with his hands – lovingly, the way no dog
could do.
He pressed her back onto the bed. His hands cupped her round, firm butt-cheeks,
kneading them, stroking sensation into them. He kissed her lips over and over. He
nuzzled her cheek. His lips traced into the inner softness and hollows of her neck.
"Ohhhh, God, it feels good," she moaned softly.
Her eyes closed, and a smile came to her lips. Her spine arched, and her tit lifted to his
mouth and was sucked warmly, teasingly, beautifully.
His hands stroked her thighs softly. They opened gently. Her pussy became warm and
moist, feeling nearly virginal and whole again.
"Ohhhh, Harry!" she cried out, flinging her arms around his neck.
She arched up against him. There was no fur on him. There was no slobbering tongue,
no claws scratching her tender skin. There were his lips, his warm mouth, the feel of
his hard body against hers, and she knew that a momentary sickness had come over her
and was now healing and would soon be gone.
"Oh, wonderful! This is the way it should be! Harry, yes! Oh, yes, do it! Make it real!
Let me feel a real prick for the first time in four months! Harry – fuck me!"
His cock throbbed at her pussy mouth. Not pointed and burning and scarlet and
knotted. Velvety smooth at the head. Just the right size, the right length – the prick
made to be fucked into her cunt.
His hands cupped her butt-cheeks and held them slightly off the bed. He pressed
against her. She lifted and felt her hips switch and sway with the heat inside her.
His prick slid up her cunt, firm and hard and just right. A wonderful prick.
"Ohhh, darling..." he moaned, running his cock all the way into her silky box. "How
wonderful to fuck a woman's cunt!"
It was the cunt of his dreams. It didn't clamp down on his cock and pinch. It didn't
make him grind his teeth in agony. It didn't get as big as a manhole so that he couldn't
feel the sweet warmth of her silken tissues.
It quivered around his prick just right. It sucked gently. It made him want to come very
hard.
He stroked in and out of her twat and felt her shiver against him. He felt her give
herself to him, and it made him want to give back – just the way it was supposed to be.
"Harry, I'm coming!" she gasped suddenly. She lifted her open mouth to his. "Kiss me!
Ohhhh, kiss me when I come! I've missed that so much!"
He kissed her hard. He sank his cock all the way into her hole and waited until he felt
her pussy spasm. She made a keening sound in the back of her throat and writhed
under him, waves of orgasm rushing sweetly and strongly through her.
He let himself go then. He kissed her and felt her kiss back. He'd missed it, too.
They blended together and came hard, shuddering and pulsing, their organs fitting
perfectly – naturally.
Long after they were finished, they lay in each other's arms. They heard a dim sound
from outside. They raised up and looked out the window together.
They watched in silence, holding each other tightly.
Eva's high, cackling, satanic laughter came to their ears, floating across the warm
summer air. She was in the fenced yard. Dogs of all kinds and colors and sizes milled
about her.
She was on her hands and knees. A boxer mounted her ass and fucked his prick into
her. She lifted her head and moaned and cackled. She reached for the prick of a
German shepherd and pulled it to her mouth and sucked on it.
She rolled to her back. She reached and reached for dogs. She opened her body to them
again and again. She sucked and licked and fucked. She jacked with her hands and
fucked with her fingers, and she rolled in the grass in constant orgasm.
Tracey gripped Harry's arm, the fingers tightening against it. He covered her hand with
his, then turned his head and looked at her.
"It's time to go," he said. "Are you coming with me?"
"Yes," she whispered. "Oh, yes." They kissed. They left the room and dressed and got
the dogs from the kitchen. They put them into the car and drove off, the sounds of
Eva's cackling lust trailing behind until they couldn't hear it any more.


THE END
