PAM'S PET POODLE
By Ted Ogden


Foreword

The onset of puberty inevitably brings with it the dawning awareness of sexuality, of a
child's inherent masculinity or femininity, and the struggle to put that sexuality into
proper perspective with internalized standards and parentally prescribed teachings.
For some, the transition occurs with relative ease. For others, the change is marked by
tension and a growing awareness that their world is not shaping up as expected.
For Pamela Jenkins, the initiation into the world of sexuality is both a delight and a
shock, a time marked by uncertainty and the struggle to decide for herself what is right
and what is wrong, what is acceptable and what is perverse. And so Pam explores the
bounds of her burgeoning sexuality, learning to take disappointments as well as
successes in stride.
PAM'S PET POODLE – the story of an average teenaged girl's struggle to make her
own, very personal transition into adulthood, a struggle marked by experiences many
would condemn as perverse, but which for Pam are part and parcel of the journey into
maturity. Pam's tale is an intimate reminder of the pitfalls standing in the way of those
growing up. It is a lesson for society. A reflection of our times.
-The Publisher


Chapter 1

Pamela Jenkins was fifteen, blonde, very pretty, and very nervous. She was about to spy
on her parents, and she wasn't sure whether she was more cared of how angry they'd be
if they discovered her, or of what she might find out about them.
She'd suspected that something kind of odd went on every time they suggested that she
spend the night at some friend's house, and at last she'd decided that she just had to
know why they seemed so insistent on getting rid of her one or two nights a month,
and why it was that they always seemed to make extra sure of getting to the arriving
mail before she did. Were they afraid that she might open one of their letters by
mistake? And if so, what was it that they were afraid she might learn?
So tonight she had told her best friend Cindy
Alston that she would be over later than originally planned. And after telling her
parents good-bye and leaving the house, she had crept back in through the cellar. Now
she was in her bedroom, listening and waiting.
She didn't have too long to wait. The doorbell rang, and her parents went and let some
people in. A man and a woman, judging from the voices.
Pam opened her door a crack so that she could eavesdrop better.
"What a fine boy he is," she heard her father say. And then she heard the sharp bark of
what was obviously a big dog. Why on earth would her parents be having guests who
were bringing a dog with them?
There followed a few minutes of polite chit-chat, and then her mother said, "Just
looking at Grendel there is making my mouth water. Do you think we might be able to
get down to business?"
Everyone else agreed that that would be a pretty good thing to do, and Pamela decided
that she just had to get a look at what this business was. She tiptoed out of the room
and peered through the landing rail. That way, she had a very good view of the living
room, and with upstairs hall light out, there wasn't much chance of anyone noticing her
as she lay on her belly.
Down in the living room were her mother and father, and another couple who were
obviously in their late thirties. With them was a great big
Doberman pinscher. Pamela's standard poodle Baronet was there, too, wagging his tail.
Suddenly, Pamela's mother started to undo her blouse, while her daughter looked on in
horrified fascination. What was even odder was that the strange man, whom she called
George, walked over to her and started to help her undo the buttons, while Pamela's
father began to unzip the dress of the strange woman, Emily.
What Pamela was just finding out was that her parents were secret swingers, and the
reason they encouraged her to visit with friends a couple of nights each month was that
they wanted to have the house to themselves so they could indulge in their fun and
games. And the fun and games were most definitely going to include the two fine dogs
standing there expectantly.
"Mmmmm, you have lovely tits, Frances," George said to Pamela's mother as he rubbed
the full globes through the fabric of her bra. Frances' only answer was to open her lips
slightly, and George responded by giving them a gentle kiss. Then he reached behind
her back and undid the hooks of her bra. Frances noticed with an inward smile that he
was one of the few men who seemed to be able to get a bra undone without any
difficulty.
Her tits were very sensitive, and it was a big relief for her to have them out of the tight
confinement of the bra and into the open. There were temporary red marks where the
bra had rubbed them, but George was able to take care of that with a gentle massage
which had as a side effect the swelling up of Frances' nipples to about twice their
normal size.
Pamela's father Will was interested in a slightly different portion of his partner's
anatomy: Having gotten her dress off, he then removed her panties and began feeling
up her tender pussy-mound. Somehow, there was something about a woman having her
cunt exposed while her tits were still covered which really turned him on.
Turned on was the word to describe his condition, all right. He could feel his prick
desperately jamming itself against his underpants and trousers as it struggled to get out
into the open where it could expand to its full, massive size. George's meat felt about
the same way, as a matter-of-fact, but both guys were enjoying the feel of their women
too much to want to spare their hands for the purpose of undoing their pants.
The women sensed this, and soon their delicate fingers were unzipping the pants. Two
cocks punched out hard against the underpants as the zippers came down. Frances gave
George's cock a squeeze, while Emily reached inside Will's underpants to cup and tickle
his balls. Needless to say, all this led to even more intense efforts on the parts of the
men to give the women as much pleasure as was humanly possible.
Pamela was nearly in tears as she watched all this. The idea that her mom and dad
would want to do things like that with other people was too horrible to even think
about. But that didn't mean that she could stop watching it. There was something
fascinating, magnetic about the sight, and she knew that the last thing that she would
be able to do would be to bring herself to leave before seeing where all these
preliminaries led. Above all, she was curious about why the two dogs were there.
What most bothered Pamela was the increasingly large circle of dampness which was
spreading out on the crotch of her little aqua-blue panties. It was the same thing that
happened in school when the captain of the football squad went by. Since she had a
mad crush on the big senior, she figured that it had something to do with being
sexually turned on, even though she was too shy a girl to have had much sexual
experience or to have asked her parents many questions about sex. But how could she
be turned on by the sight of these awful things her parents were doing?
Both men were still feeling the women up to beat hell, and Pamela could see that their
now-exposed pricks were really huge and hard. Pamela tried to tell herself that the only
reason she was getting turned on was that she was looking at a couple of pricks for the
first time in her life, but since one of those pricks belonged to her father, that thought
wasn't much of a consolation.
"Do you want to screw us now," Frances asked, "or would you like to wait a bit while
we have a preliminary go with the dogs?"
"I dunno, George," Will said, "I kind of like watching and waiting, don't you? I mean, I
know that it's frustrating, but then when you get a chance to go into action, wow!"
"Yeah," George said, "I pretty much agree, and besides, from the way the women have
been looking at the dogs, I have the impression that if we fucked them right away,
they'd have their minds elsewhere."
"Mmmmm, but our cunts around your pricks," Emily said.
"Yeah," George replied, "but when I fuck a woman, I want her to have her mind on the
fuck."
"Okay," Frances said, "I guess it's agreed, then. Emily and I will start out with the
animals, and then you guys can have your fun."
Start out with the animals? Pamela said to herself. What she didn't even notice was that
her right hand had slid down her belly and was caressing her cunt through the crotch
of her jeans.
"I think you'll like Baronet," Frances said to Emily. "A lot of women I know don't think
much of poodles until they've tried them, even though a big poodle is the size of a
German shepherd. But he's good and steady, and doesn't get his rocks off too soon.
What's Grendel like? A typical Doberman?"
"And how! Big cock and a really wild, impetuous action. Great if you go for that sort of
thing."
"Well, let's get the ball rolling, then," Frances said, and without more ado, she got
down on her hands and knees.
It was obvious that although Grendel, the big Doberman, had never met Frances before
this evening, he knew exactly what a woman expected when she got in that position. As
Pamela looked on from her hiding place, the dog's prick came sliding out of its furry
prick-sheath.
It was quite a prick, too. Very thin, very red, very long, and obviously very, very hard.
Frances waited expectantly for the big dog to shove his meat up her totally exposed
pussy. One of the things she liked about the dog-position, even when doing it with a
man, was the element of surprise that was involved. She couldn't be quite sure when
her partner would actually stick his meat in her hole, and that gave her a feeling of
feminine vulnerability. Besides, she liked the way her tits hung heavily away from her
body when she was in this position. Using one hand to support her body, she moved
the other one up to her right boob and began fondling the sensitive globe, mashing it
against her chest, pulling gently on the nipple, and doing all the other things that a
woman likes to have done to her tits and that some men never get the hang of.
She heard canine breathing-short, sharp puffs like the short, sharp strokes that dogs
gave with their pricks, and then she felt the pressure of a couple of paws on her ass.
Frances knew from experience that a dog which had never fucked a woman before
sometimes got a bit confused. But fortunately the people who had answered their ad
had a dog which was completely used to bringing happiness to human twats. Grendel
only rested his paws on Frances' ass for a second before moving them up first to the
small of her back, then to her shoulder blades. Clearly he was getting himself into
position for the fuck.
Frances felt a short, quick jab of something hard against her labia and knew that it was
the dog's cock poking at her cunt as it searched for the hole. Even experienced dogs
had to make a couple of tries sometimes before actually sliding their cocks into the
waiting, hungry cunt-holes.
Then she felt the long, thin rod press against the entrance to her cunt and glide on in,
gently pressing apart the cunt-walls as it penetrated the sacred recesses of her
womanhood.
"I just can't believe it... I just can't believe it... I just can't believe it..." Pamela kept
repeating to herself as she watched the dog stick its prick in her mother's cunt. But with
time a good deal of the horror had worn off and been replaced by fascination-and pure
horniness. Shy little Pamela had never had a prick inside her cunt, and though she
wouldn't admit the fact to herself, it was nevertheless true that she was very eager to get
one there soon. Unconsciously, she couldn't help envying her mother, and that
explained the fact that she was now rubbing her cunt really hard through her jeans.
Almost in a trance, she unzipped the things and worked her hand into her panties to
cup her cunt-mound. The soft wetness felt good, and she felt proud and happy to be a
woman.
She wasn't the only one who did. As she felt the dog's co?k glide on into her cunt,
Frances thought for the umpteenth time how luck she was to be female and able to
enjoy all of this. After all, the poor men just got to watch the doggie-action, though
they certainly seemed to get a charge out of that.
Grendel was laying his prick into her with rather fast, strong strokes, his powerful body
undulating with each shove, while Frances wiggled her hips slightly and let out little
female moans of delight. The thin, long cock just felt so good there inside her, rubbing
its red skin back and forth on the moisture-coated surface of her cunt!
Meanwhile, Emily certainly wasn't letting any moss grow on her twat. She had started
out by patting Baronet on the head and letting him lick her hand so that he could get
acquainted with her. Then she had lain on her back with her legs spread and her cunt
open and inviting.
The invitation was accepted right away, too. Baronet had eaten Frances out scores of
times, and besides, the smell of cunt drove him wild. In fact, Frances had gotten into
the bestiality scene when Baronet had tried to nuzzle her cunt through her dress once
and she had gotten turned on.
The big standard poodle jumped forward with a playful bark, and then plunged his
muzzle between
Emily's legs. His dick came sliding out, and his nose prodded and poked around the
slick, sensitive labia.
Pamela's clit gave an extra little twinge as she saw her pet get a hard-on. After all, since
he was her dog, and she spent a lot of time with him, it was easy for her to imagine
what it would be like if she asked him to lick her twat one day. From the look of things,
he would be more than willing to take her up on an offer of that sort.
Slurp! Slurp! Slurp! His big tongue sloshed across Emily's tender twat while she used
her hands to give all sorts of nice stimulation to her tits. Baronet's tongue was really
getting to her. Emily's head tossed back and forth and the tit-teasing became more and
more frantic as the dog worked her up to a greater and greater state of tension.
"Good dog," she whispered feverishly, "really good job."
Baronet was a good cunt-lapper, too, there could be no question about that. The thing
about him that really drove women wild was the way in which he seemed to enjoy his
task so much. His pom-pom tail always wagged furiously as his tongue slurped over his
partners' cunts, and every now and then he would interrupt the cunt-lapping to give a
couple of happy barks that showed just how excited he was.
Grendel was really pistoning Frances with that doggie-dick of his, and she was loving
every moment of it! As his cock pounded back and forth in her pussy, it caused her
tingling labia to be pulled across her stiff little clitty in the most wonderful, tantalizing
manner possible.
"Gotta come! Gotta come! Gotta come!" Frances gasped as she felt the dog ride her for
a really super blastoff. And all the while, her daughter, her husband, and a strange man
looked on. The two men had cocks that looked so stiff that it seemed like they might
just spontaneously shoot off, while the daughter's cunt was so wet that her fingers made
a slight squishing sound as they played with her tender labia.
Grendel's excitement showed itself in the glazed look his eyes had, in the way in which
his tongue lolled out of his mouth, in the staccato breaths he was taking, and most of
all, in the staccato thrusts that his dog-cock was giving Frances' roiling cunt!
Frances hung right on the brink of her come, her mind spinning with desire.
"Gotta come! Gotta! Just... gotta!" she sobbed.
Buck! Buck! Buck! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! Her cunt suddenly exploded in a wild
firework display as one final thrust of the big dog's prick succeeded in setting her off.
He was coming, too, for the stimulation provided by her frantic, convulsing cunt was
more than his tool needed to start squirting.
Hot dog-cream shot into Frances' cunt in spurt after hot spurt, while she gasped and
shuddered and trembled in ecstasy.
And she wasn't the only one! Her daughter was coming, quite to her own surprise. The
hand job that Pamela had given herself had been something more or less unconscious,
but that didn't mean that it didn't succeed in giving one hell of a lot of pleasure to her
dainty, virginal fifteen-year-old cunt! The excitement of seeing her mother come had
caused her to press her thumb and forefinger against her already tingling clit, and that
had been more than enough to do the trick!
Pamela's come ripped through her like a sudden burst of a machinegun, and she gasped
and panted as shudder after shudder hit her cunt. Fortunately for her, everyone down
in the living room was too preoccupied by the action going on down there to notice the
sounds that were coming from the landing.
In the midst of all this, Baronet was still licking away at Emily's pussy. Emily was half
out of her mind with horniness by now. She was always a very sexually responsive
woman, but when she was with a good dog, man, that was really something else!
Lick! Lick! Lick! Baronet's tongue was so soft, so smooth, so wide, and it ran wetly over
every tender bit of Emily's pussy.
"Baronet! Lick me! Lick my cunt! Ohhh, good dog! GOOD DOG!"
Those last words coincided with a lick that came within about a millimeter of getting
Emily off. The next one would do it, she just knew that it would! LICK!
And bingo! Emily felt her cunt really let go in a series of frantic convulsions, while she
arched her back and thrust her cunt up against the dog's muzzle. That was where
Baronet liked it, too, and even as her twat continued to spasm, he thrust his cold nose
against her sensitive gash.
"Well," Frances said as she got up, dog-jizz dripping out of her cunt, "that was really
something."
"Baronet was really great, too," Emily said, patting the big poodle on the head. In her
eyes she had the look of a woman who had just received a very satisfactory come. "But
look at the poor guys! I think their pricks are simply going to explode if they don't get
some relief soon!"
And it was true that George and Will's pricks looked anything but relaxed. The two
men had watched the dog-woman action from the sofa, and as they sat there, their
pricks pointed straight up into the air. Each guy had a really big dick, and it was
obvious that each of them was really pretty anxious to use it.
However, they both knew that the women would enjoy the upcoming fuck more if they
had a chance to catch their breath a bit first, and besides, each of the men wanted to
give the impression of having tremendous self-control.
Almost as if he could read George's mind, Will said, "Maybe it would be better if you
girls rest up a bit. George and I don't mind waiting. Why don't we all have a little
drink?"
"Are you sure you don't mind waiting?" Frances asked. She could hardly imagine how
the guys could stand to wait one second longer, given the incredibly stiff condition that
their pricks were in.
"I think so," Will said, going over to the bar. "What'll you have?"
Soon he had the drinks made, and the two couples were sitting together on the big sofa
chatting away. Meanwhile, Pamela was trying to make some kind of order out of her
really confused thoughts. Now that the excitement of the event was past, she was
starting to feel really depressed and let-down. The whole thing just seemed so weird,
and she was rather ashamed of the way in which she herself had gotten so excited while
watching it. But, as she thought over what she had witnessed, she just couldn't deny the
fact that it was exciting. Although she tried to push the thought out of her mind, she
couldn't help wondering what it would be like to go down and ask to join the fun and
games. Not that she dreamed for a moment of actually doing such a thing. She quite
simply wouldn't have dared, since for all their secret swinging, her parents were actually
kind of strict. But the thought was enough to make her clit give a little tingle.
The two women downstairs could guess that there was a lot of hokum in the men's
stolid impassivity, and anyway, that impassivity was belied by the fact that their pricks
were still so incredibly hard-looking. Also, the two women were very genuinely multi
orgasmic, so although they had had a great little romp with the dogs only a few minutes
before, being on the sofa with these two big, horny guys was enough to get their cunts
all wet again.
Will suddenly reached out and gave Emily's right tit a playful squeeze. She responded
with a quick squeeze to his cock.
"Careful," he said, "or you may have me going off before I get a chance to bang that
delightful little pussy of yours!"
"Aha!" Emily said, "Just as I thought. You guys are just bursting for a chance to get on
with the action, and to tell the truth, so am I! What about you, Frances?"
"I'm about as ready as a woman can be," Pamela's mother said with a smile.
"Thank heavens!" George said, "Let's get the show back on the road!"
Everyone got up from the sofa and got back down on the floor, where there was more
room.
Pamela could guess that each guy would fuck the other's wife, and the thought that she
was going to be watching this made her about as confused and excited as the bestial bit
had. And she knew that she just had to go on watching. Her real problem was what she
was going to tell her friend Cindy. She knew that Cindy, who was a curious girl, would
pump her with questions.
George started to caress Frances as she lay on her back on the rug. He was running his
hands up and down her belly and legs, while at first avoiding her tits and cunt. Frances
was making gentle purring noises while all this was going on. She was enjoying just
lying back and letting a man bring pleasure to her body.
George was really fond of foreplay, and in another situation, he might have gone on
with the stroking for quite a bit longer. But watching Frances and his wife get worked
over by the two dogs had gotten him in a state of utterly frantic excitement, and he just
couldn't wait too much longer. So he cupped Frances' cunt in his hand and started to
work it with his fingers, pushing them against the hard little clit and tender labia while
Frances let out a soft sigh of appreciation.
"What position shall we try?" Will asked Emily. "Would you like to top-ride me?"
"Always fun," she said with a smile, and he lay on his back. She placed a knee on either
side of his hips and knelt facing him, a look of real passion on her face. Will couldn't
help admiring the way she had been able to get herself in the mood for a second
orgasm so soon after the first. That was the kind of women he liked-horny ones like
Emily and his wife. And the thought that he was about to stick his prick in a cunt
which a dog had just licked to a frantic come really turned him on, too.
Emily started to squat down over his prick, which Will held straight up for her. His rod
was almost literally shivering with its eagerness to feel her tight cunt wrapped around
it.
Down... down... down... Soon, the tip of his cock was resting right against her labia, but
a little distance from her hole. She lowered herself a bit more, which bent his stiff cock
ever so slightly. It was a trick that Emily was good at. She knew how to apply just the
right amount of pressure so as to stimulate a cock without hurting it.
Meanwhile, George was caressing both Frances' tits and her cunt. His cock was just
crying out for a chance to slip in that inviting pussy of hers, and even he couldn't
understand why he was holding back. The truth of the matter was that he really
enjoyed being tantalized, even if it was he who had to do the tantalizing. There was a
limit to everything, though, and his little game was starting to collapse before the
literally aching need of his swollen cock. It had never felt harder, and George thought
his balls were ready to burst.
As for Frances, she found this manipulation of his so dreamy that as far as she was
concerned, he could go on with it forever.
"Missionary?" he asked gently.
"Uh-huh," she said, spreading her legs just a bit wider. George took his hand from her
cunt and lowered himself on top of her. Frances gave a little gasp of excitement as she
felt the knob of his prick press against the entrance to her twat, then slide on in her
hole.
It was so different from a dog's prick! So much thicker, for instance, and its owner slid
it in so much slower. Sometimes, when she was being fucked by a dog, she thought that
no human fuck could possibly compare. But then she'd get something nice like
George's prick inside her cunt and she wouldn't be so sure any more.
In... in... in... It was really as long as it was hard, and that meant that it was very, very
long indeed. Once his cock was all in, she could feel the hard knob press quite firmly
against the entrance to her womb. That was something which always excited her, and
this time was no exception.
George was proud of the length of his cock, proud of the way the tip touched the end
of a woman's cunt, and so he just rested his tool inside Frances for a while, enjoying the
feeling of her tight cunt gripping his mighty rod. Then, he began to pull slowly back
out again.
His cock was thick, and since Frances hadn't had time yet to lubricate up fully, it
almost felt as if he were going to pull her cunt inside out.
Out, his cock came, out, out, out, until only the head of his rod rested inside Frances'
cunt, while the shaft glistened with a coating of pussy-juice. To tease both Frances and
himself, he waited for a second with his cock exposed like this, before ramming it back
in. He repeated this slow-motion bit a few times, until Frances felt that she was going
to go right out of her mind with horniness. But George had a great sense of timing, and
he was able to sense when it was time for him to shift gears, so just when Frances was
wishing more than anything else in the world that he would really start pumping, that
was exactly what he did, humping his tool faster and faster inside her cunt.
Meanwhile, Emily was rotating her hips slightly while her partner's cock still rested
against her sex-pad. The look he had in his eyes indicated that he was really getting
wound up by this little game.
Anyway, Emily couldn't stand to wait any longer herself. She moved her hips forward
slightly, so that the tip of Will's rod was positioned right under the entrance to her
cunt. Then, down she sat, impaling herself on his mighty tool.
"Fine! SO FINE!" Will gasped as he felt the tight cunt fit over his rod like a glove.
Emily was so beautiful, and obviously so damn good at fucking!
Down she came until she was sitting lightly on his balls, his cock totally hidden up
inside her box. Then, she started to unbend her knees for the upstroke. Back down she
came, and soon she had hit her stride, fucking away with a wonderful rhythm.
Will reached his hands out and cupped Emily's bobbing tits, lifting them out from her
body and then letting them flop back down again. Emily enjoyed having her boobs
fondled, and so as to make the task easier for her lover, she leaned forward, turning her
fuck-motion into more of a forward-and-back affair than an up-and-down one.
Will really knew his stuff when it came to playing with tits. He knew just how much
pressure a woman liked to have applied, and just how hard a woman liked a guy to
pinch or rub her nipples. From the size and hardness of Emily's nipples, it was more
than a little apparent that he was doing something right!
Over nearby, George was really letting Frances' cunt have it. There was something just
wonderfully elegant about his strokes, she thought, and something very powerful and
manly, too. She had fucked quite a few men since she had gotten into the swinging
scene with her husband a year ago. And they were all different even though you'd think
that there'd be nothing in the world more uniform than the way a prick slides back and
forth inside a woman's cunt.
George was so good, just so good, as he rammed his achingly hard dick to and fro in
her soggy cunt.
And all the while, Pamela watched with fascinated eyes. Her own cunt was completely
turned on again by the sight of all this, since she had inherited her mother's multi
orgasmic quality. And this time she was fully aware of the fact that she was playing
with her twat. She was a girl who believed that one should face up to the truth, and
since from the previous occasion it was obvious that she wanted to finger-fuck while
watching all this, she was now finger-fucking quite consciously.
It was an activity which Pamela had really become pretty good at. She was pulling
gently on her labia, and giving her clit a series of rapid little flicks that were really
getting it turned on fast. She was being careful not to bring herself to her come too
soon. For reasons that she couldn't understand at all, she was very anxious to come at
the same time as her mother. So she was working herself up gradually, and letting
herself cool off whenever she found that she was really close to her flashpoint.
"George! George! George!" her mother moaned, wanting to tell him what a fantastic job
his prick was doing on her cunt, but too far gone to get the words out.
Pump! Pump! Pump! That was his rod sliding back and forth inside her cunt, building
her up for her come, winding her tighter and tighter. She felt funny little rings of
passion burn their way up the inside of her cunt and up her spine. She just had to
come, just had to come!
So did George, and he knew that his orgasm wasn't very far away at all. His cock was
starting to get that funny pre-come numbness, and there was ,something about the way
his balls felt which told him that they would soon be emptying their load of spunk into
Frances' delightful cunt!
George pulled back and gave a shove. Frances' body seemed to vibrate like a harp, and
for a moment George thought that both of them were going to come. They weren't
quite there yet, but he knew that the next stroke would certainly get them off. So he
decided that that stroke was going to be a real beaut.
Back he pulled. Slowly. So damn slowly.
Frances could guess as well as he what this next stroke was going to mean, and that
increased the tension of waiting even more.
Back. Back. Back. Then, he waited for just a second .more with his shaft almost all the
way out of her hole before he started to drive back in again.
In. In. In. One-fourth in. Half in. Two-thirds in. Suddenly, he felt his cock give that
tell-tale little final stiffening. He rammed his rod the rest of the way in her hole, and
even as he did, the first gob of spunk came shooting out of the piss-hole and way up
deep into Frances' cunt.
The trembling cock pulsing away inside her cunt was more than enough to get Frances
off. She felt her muscles give a final contraction, and then they all seemed to let go at
once. Everything seemed to tear loose as she and George gasped and heaved together in
each other's arms.
Come! Come! Come! Man, oh man, was it ever great, and still it went on!
And up on the landing, Pamela could see what was happening, and gave a final little
tweak to her clit, that was it for her, too, and even as her mother's body trembled and
quivered, her own slight frame shook to the force of her orgasm!
Will and Emily were pretty close to their comes, too. Emily had picked up more and
more speed, and now was really fucking like crazy. Will felt like his prick was on fire. It
was so hot that he thought it was going to melt.
"Make... me... come!" he gasped as her cunt slid up and down.
And Emily did just that with a final triumphant descent on his rigid cock, a final sliding
down that had his cock quivering away inside her snatch before she had even reached
bottom.
And so everyone was done. For a while, there was no sound in the house except for
heavy breathing as everyone tried to recover. Then George eased his cock out of
Frances' cunt, and Emily climbed off of Will.
Another drink seemed perfectly in order, and the four fuckers sat back and enjoyed the
feeling of just relaxing.
Pamela was undecided as to what to do. On one hand, this seemed like a good time to
get out while the getting was good, but on the other hand, she still wanted to see what
else might happen. She correctly guessed that the fun and games were not yet over.
Even though everyone enjoyed the rest-break, the four swingers were far too horny to
spend too much time just sitting and drinking. The men were fucked-out for the time
being, and the obvious thing seemed to be for the women to give the dogs a bit more
attention.
"Poor Baronet hasn't even had a chance to come yet," Frances said.
"I don't think he'll have to wait much longer," Emily replied with a wink. She sipped
the rest of her drink, then walked over to the big black dog.
"Mmmmmm, there's a fine boy, huh?" she said, patting him on the head and lifting his
forepaws up so that he was standing on his hind legs. She liked playing with dogs in
this manner before fucking them. It emphasized the fact that they were dogs, and made
the bestiality seem all that much more exciting and forbidden. Then she let the poodle
back down on all fours.
"Does he fuck face-to-face?" Emily asked.
"Oh, yeah. I had a bit of trouble training him to do that," Frances said, "but now he's
really got the hang of it, and I'm sure he enjoys it every bit as much as the more usual
dog-style."
"Well, that's fine, then," Emily said, and lay down on her back with her legs spread.
Baronet wasn't perfectly trained in the art of face-to-face fucking, it seemed, since he
simply started licking her exposed cunt. But Emily knew just how to deal with the
problem.
She leaned forward and took hold of Baronet's forepaws. Then, lying back, she pulled
him forward. That did the trick. Once his cock, rather than his muzzle was over Emily's
cunt, the association clicked in Baronet's mind, and he lowered his hips so as to get his
cock on the right level to enter her cunt.
Emily reached forward and took hold of the cock to guide it into her cunt. Gently she
steered the dog-prick until the tip of it was resting right against her cunt-mouth.
Baronet was able to take things from there, and the big poodle began shoving his meat
in, then started fucking vigorously.
That enabled Emily to lie back comfortably and fondle her sensitive tits.
Frances watched all this with interest. When she saw that Baronet was off and running,
she was able to turn her attention to Grendel, the big Doberman. It was high time, too,
since he had been watching the business between his mistress and Baronet, and was
starting to feel kind of left out of things. Well, Frances was sure that she'd be able to
rectify that and turn him into a happy dog in no time flat.
She lay on her side at a right angle to the dog, supporting herself on one elbow. She
reached her hand out and started to caress the Doberman's furry prick-sheath. Sure
enough, the hard red dick came sliding out bit by bit. When it was all out, Frances
ducked her head under the dog's belly and gave the whanger a kiss right on the tip.
One of the things that she really liked about blowing dogs was the doggie-smell. That
so emphasized the fact that she was sucking a prick attached to an animal and not a
man.
She kissed the prick-tip again, and she felt the dog tremble ever so slightly with
excitement. Then Frances began planting little kisses all along the length of the dog's
prickshaft, while using her fingers to tickle his balls. Or rather, while using the fingers
of one hand to do so. The other hand was down between her legs, working over her
soft pussy.
Grendel's breath was coming faster and faster, and Frances figured that it was time she
got down to the really serious stuff. So she gave a final long lick the length of his rod,
and then took the big hard shaft between her lips and started sucking on it.
Frances really enjoyed cock-sucking, both with men and with dogs, and as a result she
was extremely good at it. She knew just how to provide the most tantalizing variety to
the prick being worked over. For instance, at one point she took the whole shaft in her
mouth and sucked on the root, while using her tongue to stimulate the rest of the rod
even as it continued to lie inside her mouth. Then, she slid her lips along the tool so
that only the very tip of it was enclosed within her lips. The rest of the shaft was out in
the air, while her tongue gave a super-special workout to the prick-tip. And sometimes,
to tease the cock even more, she would take her lips all the way off it for a second so
that she could suck on the Doberman's furry balls.
Meanwhile, her left hand was really busy between her legs. At first, she started out by
giving her clit a couple of quick little pinches, just to get herself good and worked up.
Then she eased up on herself a bit, trailing her fingers lightly over the surface of her
supercharged labia. After that, she plunged the fingers down into her hole, pressing
them against the walls of her cunt. That really felt great, and she particularly liked the
way in which her fingers got so coated with pussy-juice. She brought her fingers up to
her mouth and sucked on them for a second before returning her mouth to the dog's
prick.
Man, oh man, was she ever getting hot! And Emily over there with the poodle wasn't
much cooler. In fact, Emily could hardly even breathe, let alone think straight as
Baronet pounded his meat away inside her horny cunt.
Suddenly, Frances felt Grendel's cock give a funny little extra stiffening, and she knew
what that meant. She pressed her fingers against her clit just as he shot his first gob of
spunk into her mouth. The Doberman's balls were really loaded, too, for despite the
fact that the dog had come not too much earlier, his rich cream continued to spatter
against the back of her mouth, while her cunt convulsed in ecstasy under her diddling
fingers.
And Emily was coming, too, and so were the men, who had each watched the girl of his
choice while beating off. Their spunk flew across the carpet in great jets. And up on the
landing, little Pamela was coming, too...
Frances slipped her mouth off of Grendel's cock, and then swallowed his delicious dog
sperm. All in all, she thought, it had been a very successful evening.
She might have thought a bit differently if she had known that, at that moment, her
daughter was tiptoeing down the back stairs.


Chapter 2

Keeping secrets isn't something that young girls are particularly good at, so even
though Pamela was sort of ashamed of what her parents had been up to that evening,
she was unable to keep from telling her friend Cindy.
"Wow!" Cindy said upon hearing how Pamela's mother apparently liked nothing better
than to get a big hunk of dog-dick in her cunt. "That's really weird!"
"Yeah, I guess it is," Pamela agreed.
"I wonder what it feels like," Cindy went on.
"What? To do it with a dog?"
"Yeah, or to do it at all."
"Well, all the girls in school and almost everyone I know says that you shouldn't do it
until after you've gotten married."
"Did-your parents ever say that to you?"
"I think so."
"Well, there you are," Cindy said triumphantly. "That just shows how grownups are.
They tell their kids to be good, and then they go out and do all sorts of kinky things. I
don't know if the idea would have ever occurred to me to fuck a dog."
Cindy liked to consider herself very adult, even though she was only fifteen and in fact
about as inexperienced as her friend Pamela. She was very proud of the ease with which
she used words like "fuck".
"Do you suppose it would be fun – to fuck with a dog?"
"Well, I guess we could always find out," Cindy said. "I mean, I have old Lancer here."
Both girls giggled at the thought. They were just kidding around – for the moment.
The next morning, though, both of them looked like they had something on their
minds. Pamela hadn't been able to quit thinking of the wild fun and games that she had
seen at home, and as for Cindy, she'd had all sorts of odd dreams during the night
about herself and Lancer, her big boxer.
That day was a Saturday, and after breakfast Cindy said, "You know, Pamela, would
you like to... do it? Fuck, I mean?"
"With Lancer?"
"Yeah," Cindy said, "and maybe with Baronet, too."
Pamela thought a bit. She had to admit that what she had seen the evening before had
really turned her on, but she felt that it somehow just wasn't right to fuck a dog. On
the other hand, she'd been getting increasingly curious over the last year as to what it
would feel like to have a cock in her cunt, and this looked like a good, easy way to find
out. Besides, she didn't want to seem chicken in front of her friend Cindy, who always
seemed rather more adventurous and daring. "Okay," she said finally.
Cindy's mother was going to be out most of the day, so the two girls decided to fuck
the dogs there. Pamela went home to say hello to her parents and to pick up Baronet to
"take him for a walk". She thought she noticed a slightly guilty look pass over her
mother's face as she alluded to the dog.
By the time Cindy and Pam got the animals up into Cindy's room, both of the girls'
panties were absolutely dripping with cunt-juice, so excited were they. They were also
pretty nervous, but neither of them could back out now.
"Who'll go first?" Cindy asked. "I mean, maybe it'd be better if we took turns, 'cause
that way the second one can learn from whatever mistakes the first one might make."
"Let's flip a coin," Pamela said boldly. "I'll take heads."
Cindy got a coin, flipped it-and heads it was. Pamela gulped nervously, but she knew
she couldn't back out now.
She got on her hands and knees on the floor, presenting her virginal cunt to her big pet
poodle. Since Baronet had had plenty of experience fucking human females, he lost no
time in placing his forepaws on Pamela's shoulderblades and positioning his cock.
Pamela gave a slight gasp as she felt her pet's cock suddenly tear through her cherry,
shredding it forever. There was a sharp stab of pain, but this soon ebbed away and was
gradually replaced by pleasure as she felt the prick press apart her cunt-walls, cunt-walls
which had never before been invaded by a cock.
In the dog-prick slid, and then Baronet began to fuck vigorously, while Cindy watched
in fascination.
Cindy was turned on by the sight of her best friend getting her first fuck from a dog.
She was even more turned on by the thought of what it might be like to have that hard
dog-dick sliding back and forth inside her own virgin cunt.
In, out! In, out! Baronet sure wasn't wasting any time, and he was building them both
up to a big come very, very fast, what with those short, sharp little jerks of his. With
every fuck-stroke, Pamela found herself catching her breath, while a ring of pleasure
burned its way up her cunt.
This prick-action in her cunt was really delightful, but it seemed to her that there was
somehow something missing. Then she remembered how her mother had played with
her own tits during the action yesterday.
Immediately she took her nipples between her fingers and gently rolled and pinched
them, reveling in the way in which they doubled in size and became hard little nubs,
just like they did when she thought about Chuck Porter, the captain of the football
team. She pulled each nipple in an opposite direction, so that her jugs were pulled out
to either side, at least as far as their relatively small size would permit. Then she let go
of the nipples, and her boobs bounced softly together. That was really fine, and so were
some of the other things she was doing to them. She pressed them against her chest,
and also jiggled her body slightly, so that her tits swayed back and forth pendulously.
And all the while, Baronet was fucking away inside her pussy with short, vigorous
strokes. In his dim doggie brain he felt very happy about this turn of events. After all,
he really liked his mistress, and now if she was going to let him do the same sorts of
things which her mother let him do, life was going to be one round of fucks, and that
would really be something.
Cindy was fingering her clit now as she watched the wild fuck-action going on in front
of her. She would have liked to start in with her dog right away, but she couldn't tear
her eyes away from the perverse scene in front of her. Pamela's big poodle was going
wild, hunching and humping his prick in his owner's cunt as though it were a piston.
And from the way he was panting and the way his pink tongue was hanging out, it
looked like he'd be coming pretty damn soon.
That was fine, because Pamela certainly knew that she would be. Every time that dogcock 
slammed into her little twat, pulling her labia across her tight clit, she thought that
she was going to start blasting.
"Fuck me! Fuck me! FUCK ME!!!" Pamela shrieked as she felt her twat winding up
tighter and tighter.
"Gotta come! Oh, man, come! Just gotta COOOMMMEEE!!"
And suddenly she did, as one final fuck-stroke from her big poodle's prick shot her over
the top. Man, oh man, was she ever coming hard! Cunt shaking, shoulders shuddering,
head tossing from side to side, and a long, loud yowl bursting from her lips.
The dog was coming, too, coming with a series of hard gushes. The feeling of his
mistress' cunt contracting violently around his rod had been all the poodle needed to
start spurting, and the thick white dog-cream went shooting on up into the virginal
recesses of Pamela's delicate young snatch.
Cindy thought for a moment that she was going to come, too! She'd beaten herself off
on occasion, in fact on very frequent occasions, but she'd never seen anyone else come,
let alone while fucking a dog, and the sight was just about the biggest turn-on that
she'd ever dreamed could possibly exist.
Finally, Baronet had finished shooting his wad, and pulled his cock out of his mistress'
cunt.
Cindy licked her lips as she saw the glistening dog-prick. She could hardly wait for her
turn.
"Well," she said to Pamela, "it looks like you had a pretty good time!"
"Wow! Did I ever!" Pamela said. "You'll really love it!"
"When he stuck his prick in, did it hurt much?" Cindy asked.
Pamela smiled to herself as she noticed the slight edge of nervousness in Cindy's voice.
So Cindy, who pretended to be so terribly brave and adventurous, had the same kinds
of fears that she did after all.
"Well," she said, "to tell the truth it did hurt a bit just at first when he popped my
cherry, but you know, that's over so fast that it really isn't so very bad. And once he's in
and starts pumping away, the pain all goes away, and you just get this dreamy feeling
inside you!"
"It doesn't chafe or anything?"
"Oh no, Cindy. I mean, you're all wet to begin with-I was, anyway-so it's all very slick
and lubricated."
All of this was pretty comforting to Cindy, and now that she knew that she didn't have
any real pain to worry about, she was raring to have her first fuck.
"When I saw Mom and her friend do it," Pamela said, "the friend lay on her back and
got fucked just like a guy was doing it to her. But I guess we'd better not try that yet
until Lancer has had some practice the other way."
Pamela was really enjoying the role of expert that she was playing, particularly since
Cindy sometimes seemed sort of a know-it-all.
Of course it was Lancer who would have to initiate Cindy into the joys of bestiality.
That meant an inexperienced dog fucking an inexperienced girl, but it couldn't be
helped. After all, Baronet had just had a fuck, and there wasn't much chance of his
being able to get his cock back up for a few minutes, at least.
Cindy got on her hands and knees, with her cunt pointing at Lancer. Pamela took the
big boxer by the collar and led him over to his mistress. He took a whiff of her cunt,
and then started to lick it.
"Oooooh, that feels so nice!" Cindy said, as she felt her dog's thin, flexible tongue slurp
all over her incredibly horny snatch.
"Uh-huh," Pamela said, "I'll bet it is, but I think you'll enjoy a real fuck even more."
And so saying, she took the dog's paws in her hands and lifted them onto her friend's
butt-cheeks.
Either Lancer was exceptionally stupid, or Pamela had underestimated the training
necessary to make Baronet into the fine fuck-dog he was, for although Pamela expected
him to move his paws up to Cindy's shoulder blades and stick his prick in her virgin
cunt, he did nothing of the sort. Instead, the boxer tried to get his muzzle back down to
Cindy's cunt, and even tried to take his paws off her ass.
"Oh, you exasperating creature!" Pamela said, pulling on his forepaws until they were
resting on Cindy's shoulder blades. Then, while using one hand on his collar to keep
him in position, she reached her other hand down to his prick-sheath and started to
stroke it. The prick came on out of the furry covering, and as Pamela stroked, the dog
got more and more excited. The motion of her hand was a bit like the feeling produced
by dog-cunts that he'd been in, so Lancer finally got the idea and tried to stick his prick
into his mistress' cunt-hole.
His aim was sadly off, and he stabbed rather hard against her labia. Cindy gave a little
yelp, and Pamela felt sorry for her. She knew that her friend felt more nervous about all
this than she cared to let on, and all this delay and jabbing in the wrong place would
hardly make her feel any better.
So Pamela took hold of the dog's prick and guided it until the tip was resting right
against the entrance to Cindy's cunt. Lancer gave another shove, and this time
succeeded beautifully. His cock rammed on into Cindy's virgin twat, and either her
cherry hadn't been very strong in the first place, or she was making an extra special
effort to be brave, because she only let out a slight gasp as the big boxer popped her
cherry.
"Feels so fine," she said to Pamela, "just so fine!"
And it really did, too, now that his cock was in and fucking her cunt furiously.
Cindy was really having a ball. All her horniness and frustration were finding an outlet
as the big dog slammed his prick back and forth inside her pussy. Her cunt made little
contractions around the big cock, and her hips wiggled in ecstasy. She had watched
what Pamela did during her fuck, and began to imitate her friend's actions. Indeed,
stimulating her tits was a bit easier for Cindy, since her boobs were larger than her
friend's.
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Lancer had really picked up the rhythm now, really hit his stride,
and Cindy just couldn't believe how damn hot she was getting! She knew she'd be
coming soon, knew she'd be having her first cock-induced come, and she could hardly
wait.
"Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!" she gasped in time to the dog's powerful fuck-thrusts.
Almost... almost... almost...
Cindy felt every muscle in her body wind tighter and tighter. She just had to come, just
had to!
And... she... was... COMING! One final series of sharp doggie-thrusts and she felt her
body hang on the brink, then release itself in a great series of shuddering heaves around
Lancer's prick, which was frantically spewing forth its load of dog-jizz.
"Man! Just...can't...can't...can't..."
Cindy didn't know exactly what it was that she just couldn't do, and in fact it didn't
really matter. The only thing that mattered was this fantastic feeling of her cunt almost
ripping itself apart around a hard, gushing cock!
COMING! COMING! COMING! COMING!
And then it was done, and she was gasping for breath like some kind of stranded whale.
Wow! She'd never dreamed in all her life that sex could possibly be so incredibly much
fun!
Lancer, like Baronet, pulled his cock out quickly and trotted away from his mistress,
who more or less staggered to her feet.
"You don't look like you were disappointed," Pamela said, looking at her rather
disheveled friend.
"Disappointed? Disappointed?" Cindy asked, still trying to collect her thoughts. There
was no way on earth that anyone could be disappointed in something so incredibly
great.
"Now," Pamela said, "at my house last night, the next thing that everyone did was have
a drink and rest up."
"Sounds like a nice idea," Cindy said. She and Pamela had occasionally sneaked little
sips of booze, but pouring themselves real drinks was something else again. Yet both of
them felt so much like grown women that they thought they had a right to do anything
they wanted.
The two graceful nymphs made their way to the bar where Cindy's father kept his
booze.
"My mother always had a Scotch and soda," Cindy said. "So I guess that that's what I'll
have."
Pamela poured herself a bourbon and soda because her mother always drank that.
"Well," Cindy asked her friend, "how do you feel about all this?"
"The dogs' pricks? Great," Pamela said. "I mean, they really feel just fantastic in there
sliding away, don't they?"
"C'mon, Pamela, you know what I mean. Do you feel bad about the things that we've
been doing?"
"Gee, I don't think so," Pamela said. "After all, Mom and Dad do them."
That wasn't quite a satisfactory answer, however, even to herself. She still did feel a bit
uncomfortable about the whole business, both concerning her parents and concerning
herself. But there was another feeling, too.
"The thing is, Cindy," she said, "I guess I find the idea a bit weird. After all, I'd always
figured that it would be a guy who'd take my virginity, and now it turns out to be a big
black poodle. But I'm sure glad not to be a virgin any more. After all, being a virgin's
just for little girls."
"Uh-huh," Cindy said, "I think that that's kind of how I feel about it, too. I mean, I feel
like I'm more of a grown woman now that I've had a prick in my cunt."
"Do you think fucking'll be more fun with boys, or less?"
"Compared with dogs?"
"Yeah."
"Gee, I guess there's only one way to find out,"
Cindy said, "and I'm willing whenever some guy is, as long as he's a nice guy. I think
it'll be more fun."
Not just that, but both girls also hoped they'd enjoy human sex more than sex with an
animal.
They continued to sit on the sofa, chatting and sipping their too-strong drinks, too fast.
Finally they gulped down the last of their drinks and Cindy asked her friend what she
thought would be fun for them to try now.
"Well," Pamela said, "my mother and her new friend really enjoyed having their cunts
licked."
"Boy, that does sound kind of fun," Cindy said. "I mean, when Lancer hadn't gotten
used to the idea that he was supposed to stick his prick into me, he gave me a couple of
laps down there, and it really felt great."
"What was it like?" Pamela asked."
"A real groove. That is, he really got in my groove, if you know what I mean. That darn
tongue of his was just so thin and flexible that I thought I'd go out of my mind feeling
how it just slid into every little nook and cranny I had!"
That was enough of a description for Pamela to get really turned on. She was an
observant girl, and noticed how even with a regular fuck the main part of the pleasure
came from the way in which her labia were pulled back and forth across her clit. And of
course, when she beat off, it was always by means of stimulating these tender areas. So
she could guess that when a dog pulled his tongue back and forth across her gash, she'd
really get the turn-on of all times.
They both hurried back upstairs.
The two dogs were waiting there with their tongues hanging out and their eyes bright
with excitement. Lancer was obviously just as turned on and impatient for round two to
begin as Baronet was.
"What sort of position did your mom and the other lady use?" Cindy asked.
"Well," Pamela said, "Mom lay on her back, and I think the other lady was on her
hands and knees, though I'm not real sure about that. Anyway, I'm going to do it on
my back. I think that that'll be more fun."
"You're probably right," Cindy said. The two girls got on their backs while each one
held the collar of one of the dogs. They had decided to swap dogs this time, to broaden
their experience of what sex with an animal Was like.
Pamela pulled on Lancer's collar until the big boxer's muzzle was just inches from her
cunt, and Cindy did just the same thing with Baronet. That was all the invitation that
the two dogs needed. Both of them were instantly turned on by the dainty smell of
teenage girl which wafted from the two wet twats, and went to work on them without
hesitation.
Slurp! Lancer gave a great big juicy lick to Pamela's cunt, and she gave a little shudder
of delight. Cindy really hadn't been kidding. The feeling of a dog-tongue on a cunt was
really something outasight!
She reached down and stroked the dog's ears while he continued to slosh away at her
gash with his tongue. And slosh was the word. Pamela was already pretty wet from the
pussy-juices which were flowing from her hole, but the saliva of the big boxer was
making her even wetter.
"Ooooh, lick me, lick my pussy!" Cindy murmured as she felt the tongue-action of the
experienced poodle. Over the length of time he'd been servicing women, Baronet had
been able to pick up all sorts of neat tricks in his instinctive, doggie way. For instance,
he concentrated his licks particularly in the area of the clitoris, and also tended to work
his tongue down into the hole as much as possible. Of course he got an extra reward
for that in the form of the extra amount of pussy-juice which was to be found down
there, and it was pussy-juice which he really craved. The slightly salty taste really drove
him wild, just as the odor it produced did.
"Fine, just so darn fine!" Pamela said as she felt Lancer's slurping wind her up tighter
and tighter. She was arching her back in ecstasy now, and lolling her head from side to
side. This was just too much!
Her hands were busy on her tits and nipples, working the swollen pink nubs and gently
caressing the titties themselves.
Lick! Lick! Lick! Lancer, it turned out, had an instinctive knack for cunt-lapping, and as
a result Pamela wasn't entirely sure that she wasn't simply going to melt into one big
cunt. It just felt so incredibly fine!
"Gonna come... gonna come... gonna come!" she said aloud, as much to herself as to
Cindy or Lancer.
And she really was, too. Lancer didn't know it yet, but the next lick was going to get
her off. It slurped easily across the steaming expanse of her swollen gash, and Pamela
felt a lightning bolt arc down her spine. Then her whole body was exploding in a series
of frantic convulsions, while the dog continued to lick her gushing box. After all, it was
cunt-juice which he was after, and now that Pamela's cunt was in the throes of its
orgasm, there was more pussy-fluid available than ever before. Lancer meant to get his
share!
So, even though her quivering twat felt like it couldn't bear to be touched any more at
all, the boxer's soft tongue continued to pass tantalizingly back and forth across the
burning labia.
"Oooooh!" Pamela moaned as the last shocks of her come hit her. Then she lay there
very still, while the dog continued to slurp away at her still-moist twat.
"Okay, boy," she said gently, "that's enough." And she sat up and took him by the
collar.
Cindy hadn't quite gotten off yet, but she sure wasn't very far away. That was obvious
from the way little beads of sweat stood out all over her smooth body, from the way in
which her head was jerking back and forth, from the desperation with which she was
mashing her soft tits, from the way in which her ass was wiggling and her back arching.
Pamela watched all this with a certain fascination. On one hand, she could perfectly
well imagine why Cindy was doing all those things. On the other hand, there was just
something about it which looked sort of strange.
And then, as she watched, she saw Cindy's back arch higher yet, and then saw her
pelvis cut loose with a series of wild gyrations which thrust her cunt against Baronet's
muzzle. Not that the big poodle cared. Indeed he pressed his muzzle closer to feel the
touch of the frantic, soggy twat.
"Ahhh! AHHHHHH!" Cindy shrieked as the come roared through her like a flash
flood. Then her pelvis was still, and her back sank to the rug. She had had her come,
too, and was now ready to try catching her breath and coming back down to earth.
"Man," she said to Pamela, "am I ever glad you decided to find out what your parents
were up to!"
"Me, too," Pamela replied. "Me, too."


Chapter 3

The next day was beautifully sunny, a perfect day for horseback riding and for some
other fun as well, the two girls thought. They were accustomed to going to a livery
stable on Sundays and renting a couple of horses for an hour or two. Right outside of
town there were some really rather deserted meadows and woods, and that fact had
already set their minds a-whirring and their hot little clits a-tingling.
"Gee, do you think it'll be dangerous trying to do it with a pony?" Pamela asked Cindy.
The idea of having a big horse-dick up her little twat really turned her on, but it made
her pretty nervous.
"I dunno," Cindy said. "I mean, we shouldn't have any trouble with sucking their
pricks or having them lick our pussies, but as for really fucking..." Her voice trailed off.
"I've got it!" Pamela said suddenly. "What?"
"You'll see," she said.
When the two girls arrived at the livery stable, Pamela asked the owner if they could
take Argyll out with them in order to give him some exercise. Argyll was a little
Shetland pony which the stable owner had. Like all his breed, he was really tiny, hardly
much bigger than a St. Bernard. He was used to give riding lessons to very little
children, and as sort of a pet.
"Okay, Pamela," Mr. Nulty, the stable owner said, "but don't tire him out, and above
all don't try to ride him."
"We won't, Mr. Nulty," she promised. What she didn't add was that she was planning
on having Argyll ride her! Despite his small size he was a stallion and fully mature.
Cindy could hardly suppress a smile as she thought of what a wonderful brainstorm her
friend had had.
The two girls saddled up Thistle and Devil, their two regular mounts, and set off with
the little Shetland following on a long leading rein. He was glad to get out of the
paddock, and he kept making funny little snorts and lashing his tail back and forth in
excitement. The girls were as excited as he was.
To be on the safe side, they knew that they had better ride quite a ways from the stable
before engaging in their fun and games. By the time they finally reached a distant grove
of trees which was suitable for their plans, they were just about ready to burst with
horniness. Both girls kept rubbing their crotches around on the smooth saddles in the
hope that they could maybe sneak a come on the way. Their panties were as wet as if
they had just taken a swim, and the moisture had made dark circles on their riding
breeches, too. There was no question about it, they were more than ready for what they
had in mind.
Once safely inside the grove, they tore their clothes off and stood there for a moment
just reveling in the feeling of being free of their clothes. Cindy went up to her horse,
Thistle, and rubbed her tits and cunt against his smooth, warm flanks. That really made
her clit tingle, and she reached a hand down between her legs and gave her labia a
squeeze. That nearly brought her off, but then she decided to wait for her come, so that
it would be all the more exciting when she got fucked by Argyll.
"How do you figure we should do this?" Pamela asked. "Do you think we should save
the fucking as a sort of grand finale, or what?"
"Well," Cindy said, running one hand over a tit, "my guess would be that little Argyll
probably needs some time to rest up between shots. So why doesn't one of us go first
with him, and then we can take turns doing nice things with the other horses so that
Argyll's prick will be good and stiff for number two."
"That sounds fine," Pamela said. "Who'll go first?"
"I've got a quarter," Cindy said. She retrieved one from her riding breeches, and tossed
it. Pamela called and Cindy won. The situation was just like it had been the day before
with the toss and the dogs-the girl who won the toss didn't want to admit that maybe
she might want to go second, since the idea of fucking a dog or a pony was kind of
scary.
"What kind of position are you going to use?" Pamela asked.
"Well, I tell you what. I'll get down on my hands and knees, and you can get Argyll
worked up by playing with his cock. That way there won't be any delay involved with
me trying to get ready after giving him an erection."
Pamela agreed that that was a good idea, so while her friend got down on her hands
and knees, Pamela reached under the tiny pony and started to fondle his prick-sheath.
Argyll gave a little whinny of delight, and his cock-tip slid out into the open. Pamela
started to rub her thumb gently across the cock-tip, and the rest of the penis slid out
into the open.
"Is he nearly ready?" Cindy asked with a slight quaver in her voice. What she would
really have liked to ask was how big his cock was, because she couldn't help imagining
that even a small pony must have a massive prick.
"Just about," Pamela answered, continuing to stroke the prick and balls of the Shetland.
She didn't know whether horses were as easy to get turned on to women as dogs were,
and she figured that it would be a good idea to get Argyll as cranked up as possible
before turning him loose on her friend.
When it seemed that he really couldn't possibly get a harder erection-his cock was
about as rigid as a bar of steel-she led him up to Cindy and pushed his nose down so
that he could get a smell of her cunt.
"I guess whatever the species we females must all smell pretty much alike," she said as
she noticed how the pony sniffed away vigorously, gave Cindy's pussy a lap with his
tongue, and then placed his knees on her back.
Since he was about the size of a large St. Bernard, the weight on Cindy was not
intolerable, but Pam thought maybe she could ease things for her friend a bit by placing
her hands under the pony's belly and giving a bit of support.
The Shetland maneuvered his prick an instant, found the cunt-hole, and slid on in,
while Cindy gave a gasp of delight.
The little pony's cock was in fact about the size of a very, very big dog's. Certainly
nothing intolerable for Cindy's tight little box. Indeed, the thickness and length of the
cock just gave her a delicious feeling of being stuffed with prick.
"Like it?" Pamela asked.
"Oooh, Pam, I just can't wait until you try it! It's about the grooviest thing in the whole
world!"
At first, Argyll seemed a bit confused by the new circumstances surrounding this fuck.
After all, he'd had little Shetland mares before, and they certainly hadn't resembled
Cindy much. But, as Pamela correctly guessed, a cunt was a cunt, and little Argyll really
knew what to do with one. So fuck he did, in long, penetrating thrusts that made Cindy
give a little gasp every time the tip of his prick pushed against the end of her cunt,
which it did with every thrust.
Cindy would have liked to have a chance to play with her tits, but even with her friend
supporting part of the pony's weight, he was too heavy for her to be able to support
herself on one hand. All she could do was bend her neck down all the way and nuzzle
her hanging tits. That was sort of fun, though.
Anyway, the action between her legs was so great that she didn't much miss having her
tits petted. Argyll had really entered into the spirit of things now, and was fucking away
like there was no tomorrow, his thick rod sliding back and forth on the film of pussy
juice which coated the inside of her tender cunt!
"Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!" she gasped as she felt her labia being drawn across her tingling clit
time after time. It was so fine, just so goddamn fine...
And all the while Pamela could feel drop after drop of pussy-fluid ooze between her
cunt-lips and trickle down the inside of her thigh. The scene she was watching was so
incredibly stimulating she could hardly believe it. Just the thought of what it must be
like to have that pony-dick gliding in and out of her cunt made her clit almost literally
quiver with desire. As it was, the hard little button was sending off all sorts of alarm
signals.
"My turn'll come! My turn'll come! My turn'll come!" Pamela kept repeating under her
breath as she sought desperately to keep control of herself.
It wasn't just her turn that was going to come. Her friend Cindy was going to come
soon, too – and in a really big way! She was just one big bundle of fuck-need now, and
her breath was coming in labored pants as the little pony wound her up tighter and
tighter.
"Gotta... gotta... gotta..." she gasped as she felt her back muscles tighten in readiness 
for her come.
Buck! Buck! Buck! Buck! Whammmmm! The first shock of her come tore through
Cindy's body with all the force of a hurricane. And then her whole being seemed to
dissolve in a frantic cunt-twisting, mind-blowing COME! COME! COME!
The little pony was coming, too, his rod pushed over the brink by the convulsions of
Cindy's supercharged pussy. His balls seemed to gather their strength for a moment,
and then they sent Argyll's horse-sperm shooting way, way up into Cindy's cunt, with
big, powerful gushes.
Wow! The feeling of the sperm pouring into her cunt, added to the incredible ecstasy of
her come, produced a sort of secondary effect – her orgasm seemed to get a second
wind, somehow, and to last longer than it would have otherwise.
Then, everything was still, and the pony pulled his fast-softening dick out of Cindy's
twat. His little horsy brain was still a bit confused, but that sure didn't mean that he
and his cock didn't feel contented.
As she saw the red prick glide out into the open, all coated with pussy-juice and sperm,
Pamela gave a little sigh of envy. Oh, well, I have that to look forward to, she thought.
She hoped that little Argyll would turn out to be a two-shot pony.
Cindy got to her feet, and as she did so, quite a lot of horse-spunk came pouring out of
her cunt. It really was amazing that such a little pony could have such full balls.
"Sounds like you had a pretty good time," Pamela said. "I never heard so much gasping
and panting in my life!"
"You know, Pamela," Cindy said, "how we were wondering yesterday whether a guy
would turn out to be as good as a dog?"
"Yeah."
"Well, I've just come to the conclusion that no guy in the world could possibly be as
good as a Shetland pony! Man!"
"What's so great? Everything?"
"Everything!" Cindy said. "The cock is so nice and big that you really feel fucked. And
the motion's better than a dog's, too. Not so fast and jerky. Steadier, and wow! do your
labia ever get teased and pulled over your clit!"
"You're making my mouth water, Cindy," Pamela said, "but I guess I'd better get some
action on the road for myself, or I'm going to go just about straight out of my mind
with horniness."
"What're you planning on?"
"I thought that maybe having my twat licked by Devil would be pretty good. I'm
anxious for a chance to blow a horse-cock, but at the time I really need to get my cunt
off!"
"You could finger yourself to a come while you give him a blow-job," Cindy suggested.
"Yeah, but you know as well as I do that jerking yourself off just isn't the same thing as
having it done for you!"
After having watched how Argyll went for Cindy's cunt, Pamela was a lot surer than
she had been before that horses were as interested in women as dogs were, so she
figured the strategy she had planned to get Devil to eat her out was probably
unnecessary. She thought she'd use it anyway, though, just to make sure and because
the idea sort of amused her, too.
She walked over to the fine chestnut, and after stroking and kissing his nose a bit, she
held out some sugar-cubes that she had brought with her.
He took them hungrily, of course, and she held out some more. This time, though, as
he stretched his neck out, she kept them just out of reach. She moved them down,
while getting first on her knees, then on her ass. The result was that his head was right
down on the same level as her crotch.
She then gave him the sugar cubes, and before he could move his head back up, she
produced some more cubes. These she crumbled between her fingers and rubbed all
over her labia. The cunt-lips were slick with pussy-juice, and the bits of sugar adhered
to them. For good measure, she even stuck one cube up inside her twat.
A big lick from Devil's tongue told her that her plan was working beautifully. He was
after the sugar, of course, but once he started licking, he began to get really turned on
by cunt-smell. Once Devil had had a chance to get used to this new form of sexual fun,
he really began to go crazy for it. As his tongue continued to slide wetly back and forth
across Pamela's pussy, Cindy could see that his rod was starting to slide out of its
sheath.
What a rod it was, too, compared to the one she had felt in her cunt. She simply
couldn't imagine any woman taking something like that inside her, and yet... and yet...
Slurp! Slurp! Slurp! One thing about the feel of the horse's tongue on her twat, Pamela
sure had to admit to herself that it was different from a dog's tongue. A dog's tongue
was so light and thin and flexible that it seemed to get in everywhere, stimulating every
possible little feminine nook and cranny. But a horse's tongue was thick and heavy,
which meant that when it bore down on a pussy, the pressure itself was just a fantastic
turn-on.
"Ooooh, lick me! Lick me! Lick my cuuunnttt!" Pamela gasped even as the horse
continued to do just exactly that! Her hands were busy, too, with her tits, giving them
the kind of stimulation that a horse couldn't possibly manage. Pamela had her boobs
clutched tightly, and was mashing them against her chest and tweaking the nipples,
which had already transformed themselves from delicate little feminine rosebuds into
hard little passion-buds.
Little zinging sensations kept shooting up and down her spine, and her cunt kept
contracting, as if it were somehow sorry that there wasn't a good hard dick inside for it
to grab. That didn't matter, though – Pamela's pussy was plenty happy with the fun
that it was getting.
Pamela knew that she was going to be coming soon... She knew that she just couldn't
stand this exquisite tongue-teasing a second longer without going crazy, and yet on it
went.
Then, suddenly, she felt her body go sort of numb, and knew that she was tensing for
the blast-off. She groaned and rubbed her dainty titties even harder.
Slurp! Slurp! Slurp! THIS WAS IT! Her whole body arched and trembled to the force
of her come, which exploded inside her cunt as if it wanted to tear her whole body
apart.
"COMING! COMING! COMING!" she screeched as she felt the orgasm flood through
her, and all the while the horse continued to lick. He'd acquired a real taste for pussy
juice by now, and the result was that he didn't plan on letting up on the tongue-action.
So even as Pamela's quivering, heaving body felt like it couldn't possibly stand any
more contact on her twat, that contact went on and on.
"Aaaaaah..." Pamela moaned as the last shudder pulsed through her. Then she lay back
on the grass, her eyes glazed. Devil was still licking, but Cindy had the sense to see that
her friend's cunt needed to be left alone, and so she gently led the horse away. He had
gotten such a liking for human twat, though, that he kept trying to come back, so
Cindy had to stand and hold him until Pamela had gotten to her feet.
Pamela didn't say anything for a moment. She just walked slowly around in a circle,
trying to get her breath back and her mind functioning again. Watching the Shetland
pony fuck Cindy had gotten her fantastically worked up, and Devil's cunt-licking had
been enough, when added to that fact, to give her one of the most incredible comes she
could ever imagine having.
"Well," she said to Cindy, "I feel pretty fucked out. I guess it's your turn for right now."
"I still need a bit of a rest from that fuck I had with Argyll," Cindy said. "Let's have our
lunch now. Then we'll be in really good form for the next round."
They had brought along a picnic lunch, and sat on the grass chatting while eating ham
sandwiches and drinking root beer.
"You know, Cindy," Pamela said, "I just don't know how we got along without it up to
now."
"What, sex?"
"Uh-huh. Here we are fifteen, and until yesterday we were virgins. Virgins! Just think of
all the fun we've missed by waiting so long to get started."
"Oh, well, I think we'll probably be able to make up for lost time," Cindy said with a
smile. "Besides, when we were younger, maybe we wouldn't have gone for all this.
Maybe sex is something of an acquired taste. I remember being very giggly and silly
back when I was thirteen."
That was all of two years ago, but Cindy and Pamela had both pretty well convinced
themselves that they were now grown-up women, particularly now that they had been
initiated into the mysteries of sex, or at least of a rather specialized branch of sex.
"I guess you're right," Pamela said. "I'm just thinking of all that time we wasted having
crushes on dumb guys who didn't want to give us the time of day, and all the while the
answer to our frustration wasn't any farther than our own bedrooms or than Mr.
Nulty's riding stable."
"Well, speaking of making up for lost time," Cindy said, taking a last swallow of root
beer, "I think I'm ready to start in again."
"What are you planning to do?"
"Well, Pamela, you mentioned the idea of blowing one of the horses, and the more I
think about that, the more that seems to me to be a really far-out idea."
"Horse-spunk on top of root beer?" Pamela asked with a smile. "Do you think they'll go
together?"
"Hope so," Cindy replied. She walked over to Thistle and gave him a pat on the nose
and played with his perky ears a bit.
"Ah's a nice horse," she said gently. "Would he like his prick sucked, huh? Would he?"
Thistle couldn't really understand the words, but he'd watched the other two horses get
their share of sex from the girls, and he was very anxious to be cut in on the deal. Since
it looked like he was going to have some attention paid to him for a change, he gave a
long, happy whinny, and his prick even started to slide out of its sheath.
"I think he likes the idea," Pamela said.
"Know something? I think you're right," Cindy said with a laugh. She walked around
to his side and started to stroke him under his belly. To tease him, she didn't touch the
prick right away, but just concentrated on the area immediately around it. Thistle got
the idea, though, and his cock came sliding the rest of the way out of its covering. Once
again Cindy was fascinated by the idea of what it would be like to have that horse-cock
inside her snatch. Well, that was something that she could save for another time.
Then she knelt down beside the horse and put her head under his belly. He had a nice,
fresh horsy smell which she took in greedily. Jt was so odd to be about to perform a
blow-job on a partner who was big enough to crouch under. There was the prick,
though, all ready for sucking, so she didn't want to waste any time on reflections like
these. She placed her hand around the prick and gave a loving squeeze. The response
was a sharp whinny of pleasure, and an even further stiffening up of the already pretty
rigid rod.
In his excitement, Thistle started to paw the ground, and Cindy was glad she was in
front of Thistle's hind legs, where she was perfectly safe from anything which an excess
of excitement might impel him to do.
She kissed the side of his prick, and then ran her tongue along the whole length of the
huge shaft. She'd never really gotten a good view of a man's cock, but she figured it
probably wasn't all red like this. Red or not, though, Thistle's prick looked very
tempting, and she gave it a whole series of little kisses which took her lips all the way
from the prick-root on one side to the prick-root on the other. The cock gave a sort of
shudder, and she realized that the horse was apparently more excited than she had
thought. She took her lips away from his cock for a few seconds to give it a chance to
cool off, while continuing to play with his balls to keep his interest up.
What balls they were, too! Great huge knockers that would have put any guy's balls to
shame. Thistle was one horse that was really hung!
When she felt sure that the horse was a little bit farther from the edge of his come than
he had been, she started to kiss and lick the long red rod again, while Pamela looked on
in utter fascination.
All this playing around was fine, but Cindy's twat was rapidly getting so excited that
she felt she just had to get on to the main course. Those big balls were there for a
purpose, of course, namely to manufacture and hold sperm, and it was that hot horse
sperm which she wanted to have gushing into her mouth!
Cindy slipped her mouth over the end of the horse's massive tool and started to suck
on it. It was so thick that her lips felt grotesquely stretched. She moved her lips down it
as far as they could go, so that the tip of the mighty dong was pressed against the back
of her mouth. That almost made her feel like she was going to choke, but it was a nice
feeling for some weird reason or another.
While continuing to apply pressure with her lips, she ran her curled-up tongue along
the part of the horse's rod which was inside her mouth. The whole effect was really wild
for the horse, and Thistle showed his approval by neighing and pawing the ground
some more. Up to now in his life, sex had just meant the humdrum feeling of his cock
sliding back and forth inside a mare's cunt. Nice, but it was something that he was
rather used to. But these new sensations that Thistle was getting from Cindy's tongue
they were something else again!
To vary the pace even more, Cindy started to slide her lips up and down the rod, while
constantly changing the amount of pressure that she was applying. Her fingers were
continuing to tease and tickle the horse's balls, and at one point, she took her lips all
the way off Thistle's cock so that she could suck on his gigantic balls.
All of this was getting her pussy fantastically cranked up, and she already had one hand
down below playing with her delicate twat-flesh. Her tits were also crying for attention,
and she decided that what with the licking and sucking Thistle's cock was getting, he
could probably do without the ball-fondling. So while one hand worked over her pussy,
the other one started to rub and feel up her tits.
Cindy had always enjoyed masturbation, and as a result was really very good at it. For
instance, her tits didn't just get a run-of-the-mill squeezing and mashing. Instead, she
started out by drawing her fingertips over their surface very, very lightly, so that what
she experienced was the most maddening sort of tickling sensation imaginable. She
would circle these fingertips in towards the nipple, which would be just begging for her
touch, and she would perhaps just lightly graze it before sending her fingers gliding
back out again. Finally, when she knew that her nipples just couldn't stand to wait any
longer, she took them between her fingers and rolled and pinched them. Since her
other hand was occupied with her twat, each nipple had to wait its turn, with the result
that they were both throbbing with frustration of the most delightful sort.
The same sort of thing was going on with her cunt, too. She knew, of course, that her
little clit was by far and away the most sensitive thing that she had down there. But she
didn't just go right at it and pull and tickle it until she came. Instead, she used the same
sort of teasing tactics which had been so successful with her nipples. She would let her
fingers graze against her clit, and this would produce an almost instant shudder that ran
through her whole frame. After grazing her clit with her fingers, she would trail the
fingers off along her inner labia, reveling in the wonderful soft feeling of her puffy gash.
She would poke at her cunt-lips a bit, and then worm her fingers on down, down into
her pussy itself, pressing the joints playfully against the slick cunt-walls. Sometimes, she
would even bring her wet fingers up and lick them for an instant before going back to
work on the horse's dick.
The result of all this was that she felt so damn horny she could hardly bear it. But then
again, so did Thistle, what with all this licking and sucking that was being done to his
meat. On two or three occasions he had felt himself be brought right up to the edge of
his come. But then the girl would sense this, and ease off. As a horse, he couldn't really
think, but he did know that when he fucked a mare, things were a lot more simple. He
simply fucked away until his rod shot off inside her. This prolonging business that the
girl was doing to him was really something new. New and delightful. If Thistle was a
little bit confused by all the things which were being done to him, that sure didn't mean
that he didn't like them!
Now, he was right on the brink of his come, and in his dim way he felt that he couldn't
possibly stand to not be brought off this time. In fact, he didn't have a thing to worry
about, since Cindy couldn't stand any more delay either. Her little cunt just had to
bang, that was all there was to it.
She pressed her tongue hard against the tip of Thistle's prick, while increasing the
pressure which her lips were giving. That turned out to be all that was necessary. She
felt the cock give a final little stiffening, and then the first huge gob of horse-jizz
splattered itself against the back of her mouth. Splattered was really the word! If she
had been surprised at how much sperm the balls of a little Shetland pony could hold,
she was really astonished at the seemingly limitless quantity of fuck-cream that a full
sized horse had to gush into her.
Her surprise was on an unconscious level, though, since she was coming, too, and
coming so hard that any kind of really reasonable, coherent thought was perfectly
impossible for the moment.
At the instant she had felt the horse's dick give that tell-tale extra little stiffening, Cindy
had pulled her fingers quickly out of her cunt and applied them to the task of tweaking
her clit. She had almost felt dizzy at the flood of sensation that poured through her
body. Then suddenly her pelvis had been bucking back and forth, her stomach heaving,
her whole body trembling with the force of a furious COME! COME! COME!
Spurt! Spurt! Spurt! That rod of Thistle's was still unloading, and man oh man, was her
mouth ever full of horse-spunk. The stuff was everywhere, filling up ever iota of space
in her mouth, and to keep from having it forced down her throat and choking her, she
had to open her lips slightly and let the excess drip down her chin.
Finally they were both done, and she continued to hold her lips around the slowly
softening horse-cock, not yet sure how to get her mouth off without spilling any of the
precious sperm. Finally she slipped her lips off the huge rod, and quickly closed them.
Some of the sperm sloshed out and down her chin, from which it dripped onto her tits,
but by and large she had managed to lose very little of the scum.
She looked at Pamela and smiled. Pamela had a slightly envious expression on her face
after all, she would have liked to have had her own mouth full of horse-jizz-but it was a
good-natured kind of envy. Then Cindy drank the sperm down in two big gulps. As she
felt it go sliding rapidly down her throat, her little clit gave a twinge of excitement.
"How'd it taste?" Pamela asked.
"Kind of salty," Cindy said, "but it's really nice. And the nice part is getting it in the
first place! Wow, you just can't imagine how big and thick a horse's prick feels in your
mouth."
"How'd it go with the root beer?" Pamela asked with a laugh.
"I can't remember," Cindy said. "The root beer was too long ago. As a matter-of-fact, I
think I'll have one now."
Pamela had a root beer, too. After they finished, Cindy said, "Still feel horny?"
"Still? I haven't even had a proper fuck yet!"
"And that's a little deficiency that you're planning on rectifying in the near future, I
suppose?"
"You bet!"
Pamela got on her hands and knees and presented her cunt to the little Shetland pony.
This time no prompting of any sort was necessary. Argyll knew by now that when a
woman got down on her hands and knees like that in front of him, there was exactly
one thing that she wanted-and that was his good, hard dick right in her cunt!
With a funny little snort, he ambled up to her and placed his knees on her back.
"Heavy, isn't he?" Cindy asked as she placed her hands under his belly to help support
him.
"Yeah," Pamela said, "but something tells me that it's going to be worth it." Cindy was
about to tell her that she was sure she'd find putting up with the pony's weight worth
it, but before she could do so, Argyll slipped his prick in Pamela's fifteen-year-old cunt,
and the long sigh that Pamela gave out indicated that she didn't need any more
reassurance on that point.
Cindy was right, she realized, when she had told her after her fuck with Argyll how
fantastic it was. That pony-prick was exactly the right size. It really filled up and
stretched her cunt, making her feel very fucked and womanly, but at the same time it
wasn't too big. What was more, it was able to slide beautifully back and forth on the
amount of cunt-juice that she provided.
In... in... in went the cock, until the tip of it pressed against her cervix, just as it had
done with Cindy. Pamela wiggled her hips in delight as the cock began to slide back
out again, feeling like it was going to turn her cunt inside out.
Then back in it slid, and soon the pony had worked up to a steady and very nice fuck
rhythm, ramming his meat back and forth inside her pussy in a way that made her
shiver with delight.
Her clit was getting all the stimulation that it could possibly want this time, too. Every
thrust of the pony's prick pulled the labia across it, causing waves of ecstasy to go
sloshing through Pamela's snatch.
Pamela wished, as Cindy had before, that she could only give a bit of stimulation to her
tits. But hers weren't really big enough for her to have much of a chance to nuzzle
them as they hung down. The solution that she adopted was that of jiggling her titties
by moving the upper part of her body back and forth rapidly. It wasn't the best, but it
was certainly better than nothing.
Buck! Buck! Buck! The little pony was really winding her up, really giving it to her. She
felt her stomach muscles contract, felt her body get tenser and tenser...
"I just gotta come! Just have to... gotta... come!" she moaned as she felt herself get
tenser and tenser.
And then, suddenly, the dam burst, and her cunt was clutching convulsively at the
pony's rod, while it shot its second shot of the day. Argyll was a virile little pony, so
there was still plenty of spunk left for Pamela's cunt, and of course the trembling action
of his prick was just as satisfying to the inside of her pussy.
Argyll pulled out and Pamela got to her feet.
"I think I've just about had my quota for the day," she said weakly. "Otherwise I'm sure
my cunt'll wear out. What about you, Cindy?"
"Mmmmmm, yes and no," she said. "I mean, on one hand I've had plenty of comes,
but on the other hand, there's something tricky that I'm sort of anxious to try. The
thing is, that if I don't do it now, I'll have to wait for a whole week until we can come
riding again."
"What do you have in mind?"
Cindy looked over in the direction of Devil, the horse which had eaten Pamela's pussy
and was the only one not to have come yet.
"You're kidding!" Pamela said, suddenly serious as she guessed what her friend was
thinking of.
"Not at all. I know it's a bit risky, but if I'm careful, I think it can be done."
This time, Cindy was not just carried away by her desire to seem adventurous. She
really was awfully curious as to what a horse's prick would feel like inside her cunt.
"How do you think you can manage, though, with the position, I mean?" Pamela asked.
"His prick is way up in the air. Are you going to hang under him, or something like
that?"
"Uh-huh-if you'll help me," Cindy said.
Pamela was tempted to refuse point-blank, since she didn't want to be in any way
responsible for her friend hurting herself. But on the other hand she knew Cindy well,
and knew when she'd gotten an idea in her mind that she would stubbornly follow it
through. If she refused to help Cindy, Cindy'd probably try to go it alone. If she tried
to do that and slipped, she'd really tear herself up pretty badly.
"Okay," Pamela said with a sigh.
The girls walked over to the horse, and Cindy threw the stirrups over the saddle, so
that the right one was hanging on the left side, and vice versa. This gave her something
to hold onto.
"Now," Cindy said, "I'm going to swing up and cross my legs over his back. Put your
hand on my ass and give me a shove."
Pamela did so, and Cindy swung her legs up and locked heels over Devil's spine.
"Can you hang on?" Pamela asked.
"Uh-huh. Now hold his prick so it points in the direction of my cunt."
Pamela did so, and pressing her knees against the horse's flanks, Cindy was able to
work her hips down so that her cunt slid over the big tool.
"Okay," Cindy said, "now support my back, and I'll take care of the rest."
Pamela placed one arm under Cindy's shoulders and another one under the small of
her back. This took a fair amount of the weight off Cindy's arms and legs, and she was
able to concentrate her attentions on moving her cunt back and forth over the horseprick.
She'd been right about one thing – a horse's cock wasn't too wide to fit into a girl's
cunt. It was, however, clearly too long, and Cindy was only able to accept the cock-tip.
If the cock was not too big, it was still plenty big enough, and that meant that Cindy's
cunt was getting a hell of a reaming as she moved it back and forth on the massive
prick, while Devil gave little snorts and whinnies and pawed the ground.
Back... forth... back... forth... Cindy was really starting to get the hang of horse-fucking
now, and if the pressure on her arms and legs was bad, the sensation in her distended
twat was really nice. In fact, it more than made up for any discomfort she felt.
"Almost... almost... almost..." Cindy gasped as she continued to work her cunt, and
then before she thought it was going to happen, Devil's cock began to shoot its load.
The trembling of the huge prick inside her cunt was easily enough to get her off, and
while Pamela kept her from falling, Cindy's body shook with the force of her come.
Then, when the vibrations had stopped, she eased her twat off the cock and slid to the
ground, vast amounts of horse-sperm flowing out of her stretched pussy.
"Well," Pamela said with a smile, "I see you're still alive. How was it?"
"Really nice, but not quite worth the trouble," Cindy said. "Listen, Pamela, it was really
great of you to help me. Have you had your fill of comes? I know that I'm pretty well
fucked out."
"As a matter-of-fact, while I was helping you, an idea came to me that I'd like to try,"
she said. She walked over to Thistle, who was feeling fresher, and then unsaddled him.
With Cindy's help she got up on his back. Like she suspected, the pressure of his raised
spine against her cunt was delicious. She gave him a gentle kick, and as he ambled out
of the grove, the rocking motion of his back increased the stimulation on her twat.
Pamela then made him trot, and her cunt got hotter and hotter. When she felt she
could hardly stand the stimulation any more, she kicked him into a canter. She was a
good rider, so although she hadn't done much bareback, there wasn't any really serious
danger that she'd fall off.
Wham! Wham! Wham! went his hoofs against the dry ground, and every time one of
them hit, a delightful shock ran through her cunt as it ground against his backbone.
Then, suddenly, she was coming, even as the horse continued to canter along, and she
let out a long moan while clutching at his flanks with her knees.
Then she reined him in and rode back to the grove, thinking how lucky she was that
this was such a secluded area. Heaven only knew what a bystander would have thought
of the sight of a naked girl writhing around on the back of a cantering horse!
"Fun?" Cindy asked.
"Outasight!"
They rode back to the stable after re-saddling Devil. When they got there, Mr. Nulty
patted his little Shetland on the nose and said, "Thanks for giving him a walk, girls. He
looks tired, but I've never seen him look happier either."


Chapter 4

When Pete Rawlins came to pick Pamela up for their date, he had just one thing on his
mind-Pamela's pussy. He'd never seen it, but he'd sure spent some time imagining what
it might be like, and he was wondering just what his chances were of fucking it.
What, he didn't know was that Pamela was thinking just as much about his cock as he
was about her cunt, and she was as eager as he for some serious balling.
Pamela had always been very shy around boys, but her schoolmates had noticed a
remarkable change in her in the course of the past week. She had come out of her shell
to a surprising degree, and seemed much more interested in the guys. What they didn't
know was the reason, namely that she had been getting her little pussy banged quite
regularly by her big black poodle.
Before bestiality had entered into her life, she had always felt like an awkward little girl,
despite the considerable grace and beauty which she in fact possessed. But now that a
cock had burst its way through her cherry, and her pussy had heaved and shuddered
around a hard prick-albeit a rather unconventional one-she thought of herself much
more as a grown woman. After all, she was doing the sort of things that her mom did,
and, except for her friend Cindy, none of the other girls in her class would dare try
some of the most important activities in her life-such as fucking with dogs and horses.
As a result, Pamela was very much more self-assured, and guys who had always thought
of her as a pretty wallflower were now willing to think of her as a possible cunt to fuck.
That was why Pete Rawlins had asked her out to the movies. He was sixteen, had a car,
and was generally considered a stud at the school.
Pamela had accepted his invitation eagerly, mainly because she was just dying of
curiosity as to whether or not a boy was a good a fuck as a dog or a pony. Well, she
figured that with a little luck she'd find out tonight.
The movie was okay, but that wasn't why either of them were there, and Pamela wasn't
the least bit surprised when Pete told her that his parents were out for the evening and
suggested that she stop by at his place "to listen to some records".
Pete wasn't the sort of guy who believed in bothering to continue a line of bullshit any
longer than really necessary, so when they were in the door, he didn't even as much as
head in the direction of the record player. Instead, he sat down on the couch and put
his arm around Pamela.
For a moment she wondered if she shouldn't be all coy and tell him that she wasn't
sure if they should do that sort of thing on a first date. After all, she did have
something of a reputation to protect. But she very quickly decided against doing
anything of the sort. She didn't want to discourage the guy, she didn't like hypocrisy,
and besides, she knew that Pete would tell his friends he went "all the way" with her,
even if she refused to let him hold her hand.
Pete pulled her close and pressed his lips to hers. Here was something that a dog
couldn't do, at any rate, she thought. Pete was good at kissing, and his tongue snaked
carefully into her mouth and began to play cut little games with her tongue, which
responded readily as a signal that he had the green light.
One reason his kisses were particularly thrilling to her was that he regarded placing a
hand on one of her titties as a completely integral part of kissing. Pamela liked the
gentle pressure, and decided that there was definitely something to be said for sex of the
human variety, though that didn't necessarily mean that she thought animals weren't as
good. She figured she should reserve judgment.
Whether she was reserving judgment or not, her clit most definitely was responding to
Pete's advances, even though he hadn't yet placed either of his hands near her crotch.
On Pete's standardized timetable, that came two minutes after the tit-feel, or when the
chick was ready, whichever of the two came sooner. Pete was a make-out artist, and
though this meant that sex with him lacked that special quality which real affection can
give, he was very skilled.
Pamela's hard little fun-button was really throbbing now, and she could feel her panties
get wetter and wetter. And that turned her on even more, since nothing made her feel
more female, more confident of her femininity, than to know her cunt was lubricating.
After all, what does a lubricated cunt mean other than it's ready to receive a hunk of
big, hard cock?
Pete's hand was on her knee now, and he was sliding it up towards her cunt. She
wished that he would hurry up and get it there, because her snatch was really
screaming for some contact, but she knew she'd better not try to give Pete any
suggestions. She was a pretty perceptive girl when it came to judging other people, and
she had correctly pegged Pete as a guy who wanted to make all the first moves.
Pamela felt a sudden shock slam through her pelvis. Pete had placed his hand on her
pussy-mound and was pressing his fingers through the wet fabric of her panties. One of
his fingers was actually pressing her clit gently, and she was not at all sure that she
wouldn't be going off almost immediately if that action kept up much longer.
Pete was enough of a cocksman to be able to read a cunt, though. As he pressed his
fingers against Pamela's wet, puffy gash, he could sense from the way her body shivered
just what his action was doing to her. And since he didn't want to have her coming
right away-he always believed that a girl had a better time if gradually built up to a state
of wild frustration-he decided to ease up a bit. He pulled his hand away from her twat
and started to undo her dress.
"Mmmmm, you seem to really like this, baby," he said.
"When someone like you is doing it, big boy," she purred. She didn't know whether to
be proud of or disgusted with herself for handing out that kind of bullshit. After all,
she'd never fucked any other guy, so she didn't have any basis on which to judge Pete's
performance. Dogs and horses were so different!
She was wearing a dress that zipped up the back, and Pete pulled the zipper down
slowly and deliberately. In fact, he was really churning with desire inside, and his cock
was crammed against the inside of his pants so hard that it hurt. But he wanted to give
the impression of being a cool stud. Pamela, who was perceptive enough to see all this,
would have laughed inwardly at it if it hadn't been for the fact that she was so busy
playing the equivalent female role.
Pete helped her out of the dress, and then unhooked her bra, doing the job about as
well as any man ever does.
To Pamela, it was heavenly to have her tits out in the open, to have a guy's eyes gazing
at them, and a guy's hands running over them. Pete was a tit-freak, and as soon as the
bra came off, he cupped her delicate, graceful titties in his hands and began to press and
squeeze them while using his fingers to stimulate the nipples into a state of almost
frantic hardness.
Pamela's panties were now so wet as to be positively clinging and uncomfortable, and
her clit was just begging for some more attention, but Pete was determined to get his fill
of enjoying her tits first.
"Pete!" she gasped. "It just feels so damn good!"
"Uh-huh, baby," he said, "that's what chicks usually find when I'm working them over."
The remark irritated Pamela. She was willing to make certain allowances for male ego,
but she didn't quite like to be classified as simply one of the many chicks who
automatically turned on like light bulbs when he decided to feel them up. For a
moment, she was sufficiently annoyed for her passion to cool off a bit, but physically
she just couldn't resist the influence of those skillful fingers. One thing that made Pete's
remark all the more irritating was the suspicion that there was probably quite a lot of
truth to it. She knew perfectly well that there wasn't any way she could keep from
getting turned on by the things he was doing, and she supposed that the same thing
was true with the other girls he fucked.
Anyway, her moment of ill-humor soon started to melt, and she found herself enjoying
what he was doing to her.
Having had his fill of tit-fun for the time being, Pete ran his hand down to her crotch,
after spending some time rubbing the palm against her belly, something which Pamela
discovered to be remarkably stimulating. He pulled gently at her pussy-fluff, then slid
his forefinger through her gash, so that the tip of it pressed against her clit, She gave
another shudder.
"You like that, don't you, baby?" he said.
"Yeah, I really do. Ohhhh!" she gasped as he poked again. If only he didn't have that
self-satisfied smirk on his face!
Pete poked his fingers gently up her cunt-hole. "This isn't the first time for you, is it?"
"No."
"Who got you first? Anyone I know?" he asked.
"A big black dog!" she said, irritated by his questioning and sure that he wouldn't take
her answer seriously.
Pete worked his fingers up and down in her cunt, pressing them against the wet,
sensitive cunt-walls. He pulled them out suddenly, and licked the glistening fluid off
them.
"Mmmmmm, you taste good, baby," he said. "Here, want some?" And he wet his
fingers in her cunt again, then held them out in front of her mouth to lick.
Pamela had to admit that there really was something sexy about licking her own twat
juice off of his fingers like that.
"Like to take my pants off, honey?" he asked casually. Throughout all of this he hadn't
touched his trousers, even though his prick was actually hurting from the confinement.
It was part of his Mr. Cool act.
With his hand still resting on her cunt-indeed, with his fingers still actually up inside
that cunt, while the thumb flicked her clit-she undid his trousers. She pulled this
garment down, and Pete's cock jutted out to its full length.
That length wasn't exactly very short, either. Pete was very well-endowed, and he had a
massive hard-on at the moment which showed his tool off to its best advantage.
Without needing to be told, Pamela reached her hand out and squeezed the big prick. It
gave a responsive twitch.
"Want it now, baby?" he asked.
"Uh-huh," she said.
He pulled his fingers out of her cunt-hole, giving them a last lick. Then, he forced her
shoulders down onto the couch, and climbed up on top of her.
Pamela was so excited that her heart was really tripping. She was about to find out how
a guy's prick stacked up to a dog's. She was a bit nervous, too, that she would find the
dog's completely preferable. That would seem a bit kinky!
She felt Pete's tool probe gently against her labia, position itself right at the entrance to
her twat, then slide on in her hole, inch by inch.
Pete may have been an arrogant bastard, but he knew his stuff. As he rammed his
whanger home, he did so in such a way that brought the maximum possible amount of
stimulation to Pamela's labia and clit, not to mention the inside of her horny cunt.
"Ohhhhh!" she sighed contently as she felt the tip of his dick press against the entrance
to her womb just like the Shetland pony's had. "Feels really fine!"
"You're in safe hands," he said with a smile. Then he started fucking.
Slow. That's how he started out, moving his cock back and forth very, very gradually,
even though by this time her cunt was so wet he could have gone to work at jackhammer 
speed if he'd wanted to.
Then he started pounding faster, and faster, and faster, while Pamela found herself
grinding her ass-cheeks against the sofa cushions in ecstasy. He was a really good screw,
there was no question about that, and she wondered vaguely why it almost irritated her
that he was. Well, that slight, almost unconscious irritation was nothing to compare
with the intense physical pleasure that was being generated between her legs by his
thrusting tool.
"Good! Good! Good!" she gasped as she felt her labia drawn back and forth across her
clit with every stroke, felt him pounding away inside her cunt, riding, riding for his
come.
His hands were still working over her tits, too, stroking them, teasing them, driving
them wild.
Buck! Buck! Buck! Man oh man, was he ever giving it to heri
Pete knew that he was really working his little partner up pretty fast, but that didn't
matter, because he was usually able to time his comes pretty well so that they matched
those of the girl. She sure was a good fucker. He wondered whether her talent was
inherited or acquired from whoever had busted her cherry. The truth of the matter was
that Pamela had picked her tricks up herself-and Pete would have really freaked out if
he'd known that she'd done so while being fucked by a big dog and a sweet little
Shetland pony!
"Gotta come! Gotta come! Make me come! Bang my cunt! Bang it!" she gasped. At first
she had not wanted to admit to him just how much he turned her on, but the wild fire
raging in her cunt made it impossible for her to keep resolutions of that sort. The truth
of the matter was that she was a bitch in heat, and she just had to be satisfied right that
instant!
"Don't worry, baby," he said, and pulled back for a final series of strokes which he
knew would put her over the top.
In went the first! Then out, and in went the second! Third! Fourth! Fifth! He felt her
hang on the edge of her come, and he pulled back for a final thrust that he knew would
put her over.
Back in he came, really hard and hungry, and as he shoved his cock all the way in,
Pamela felt her pussy explode in a wild series of shudders.
"COMING!" she screamed in relief. "I'M COMING! COMING!
COOOMMMIIINNNGGG!!" 
And was she ever, too! Her pelvis was heaving like wild with the force of her blast-off,
and her shoulders were quivering, too. And all the while Pete's cock shot gob after gob
of man-cream up into her cunt.
"AAAIIIEEE!!" she screeched in mindless ecstasy.
And then it was over, and she was lying there, while Pete kept his cock inside her twat
and stroked her cheek with his Fingers. Probably bullshit tenderness, she thought, but
it was better than nothing, and nothing was what you got in that department when you
relied on animals for your jollies.
Pamela tried to figure out whether she had enjoyed this fuck more or less than the ones
she had had with animals, and she had to admit to herself that it was about a dead heat.
But why? Pete's prick fit her cunt better than any dog's, and he was a lot more skilled
in using it to maximize her pleasure. What was it that she preferred in animals?
And then it hit her. With animals, she was in control. When getting fucked by, say, the
Shetland pony, the large size of the dick had made her feel very passive and feminine.
And that was definitely one side of her personality. But on the other hand with animals,
she really called the shots. Yet here, Pete was calling the shots, and in addition to the
passive side to her personality, there was a more active one, too. She resented the way
Pete so totally took charge, the way he considered her just one of many chicks he could
bring to a pitch of wild excitement by his manipulations.
At this moment Pamela realized that if she wanted to enjoy the rest of this evening
really enjoy it-she would accept Pete for what he was. All things considered, Pete really
was pretty handy with that whanger of his, and that whanger really was pretty stiff.
Indeed, it was quite stiff even now, resting in her cunt, even though he had just come.
Pete pulled his tool out of her cunt slowly and said, "Did you have a nice time,
Pamela."
"Uh-huh."
"That's good. I always try to give the girl as much pleasure as I can, though of course
some girls aren't very responsive – at least to what I do to them. I'm glad that isn't the
case with you, though."
Bingo! Pamela got a second revelation on top of the first one: Pete was a hell of a lot
nicer guy when he wasn't all keyed up for a fuck. She wondered which was the true
Pete, and decided that it was probably the nicer, more modest one lying here now.
With the other one there was doubtless a lot of role-playing and trying to live up to his
image of what a virile, cool stud should be.
"Want a drink?" he asked her.
"Okay," she said, "a bourbon and soda, if you've got it."
Pamela was really quite enjoying the whiskey, when Pete said, "I guess you really can't
wait for some more action, huh?"
That self-satisfied tone of voice again! Obviously, as Pete started to turn his thoughts
back to sex, he figured he had to put on that act again. She so longed to tell him to fuck
off, but she couldn't quite bring herself to do it. He saw her press her lips together, saw
her knuckles go white as she clutched her glass tighter.
"Did I annoy you, Pamela?" he asked, the nicer self emerging. Even angry, Pamela
couldn't help being fascinated by the way in which he seemed torn between a desire to
overwhelm women and a desire to be liked by them. He obviously hoped that the two
things could be combined, but they certainly couldn't as far as Pamela was concerned.
"Look, Pete," she said after a pause, "do you mind if I tell you something that you may
find kind of annoying?"
"No," he said, a certain edge of nervousness in his voice.
"You have the potential of being a really nice guy. But you don't let it out at all. You're
so busy being the cool stud that you don't stop to think how annoying that sort of
thing can be. If you'd just try and treat me as an equal instead of treating me as just
another girl to impress, I think we'd have a lot more fun together."
It was really weird to see the changes that passed over Pete's face. The sensible, nice
guy inside him saw the reasonableness of what she'd been saying. But that was quickly
overpowered by the person who reflected the gnawing sense of insecurity inside him. A
mere girl asking to be treated as an equal, and telling him what he should do!
The shift in his facial expression was as fascinating as it was weird, and Pamela was still
absorbed in watching it when the would-be-superman side of him finally got control.
"You dumb little bitch," he sneered, "do you know what you're worth? Your kind come
about a dime a dozen! I could have any girl in the goddamn school, and most of them
would be damn grateful to me. I give you a chance, and a nice fuck, too, and you start
dumping shit all over me. Get your fucking clothes on. We're going to end this
goddamn farce right now!"
Pamela found her eyes brimming with tears as the torrent of abuse continued. It wasn't
that she was really convinced that the cruel things he was saying about her were true,
but that didn't make them any less hurtful. She knew now that this guy with a
reputation of being the school's biggest stud was a really insecure cat just this side of
flipping out. But he was rejecting her, rejecting her angrily, and rejection is not
something that's very easy to take.
She pulled her clothes on, and Pete said, "I'll drive you home. That way you won't be
spreading any bullshit stories about how I made you walk miles! Shit, maybe you'll tell
them anyway. I don't know."
The ride was made in silence, broken only by an occasional snide remark from Pete.
Pamela was deep in thought, too deep to pay any attention to what he was saying.
The thing that was so difficult for her to accept was how badly she had misjudged the
situation. After the fuck, she had decided that the way to enjoy the evening was to just
lie back and play the passive role. She was sure that she would have been able to enjoy
that, too. And that was exactly what she should have done.
Shit, she thought, why did I have to go and fuck things up? If she'd played her cards
right, she'd be getting a nice tongue-job now, quite probably, instead of being carted
home in this humiliating fashion.
Pamela sensed vaguely that the reason she had gone against her better judgment was
that she was longing for something more than just the physical sensation of a well
handled cock in her pussy. It was the lack of emotional closeness which had given the
fuck a slightly disappointing quality, even though it had ended in a wild orgasm.
The car pulled up in front of her house and she got out without saying a word to Pete,
who drove off with a roar of the engine and a squeal of the tires. She went in and found
no one home. Up in her room, she threw herself on the bed and lay face down, very
unhappy and lonely.
Then she heard a scratching at the door. She went and opened it, and in walked
Baronet. He was obviously hungry for her twat, because he tried to get his muzzle
under her dress-the specially pretty dress she had worn for the date.
"Nan, Baronet, I'm not in the mood for that right now," she said, stroking his head.
And then she said, "Why the heck not! I can get by perfectly well without that creep
Pete or any other guy. The hell with it!"
She unzipped her dress and threw it in a heap on her chair. Baronet's ears perked up,
and he gave a quick yelp of pleasure. He could guess what his mistress' undressing
meant. Unwilling to wait, he pressed his muzzle against the soggy crotch of her panties.
"Mmmmm, that feels good," she said softly, and then she added, "I think you'll like
what's underneath even better, Baronet!" She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of
her panties and pulled them down. The cool air felt good on her labia. But what
followed was even better-namely Baronet's nose and tongue!
Baronet was very keen on female smell, and since her cunt was just dripping with
pussy-fluid, the smell was obviously pretty strong. His little pom-pom bobbed furiously
back and forth as he nuzzled the soft twat-flesh. He even tried to get his nose inside her
cunt-hole, but that meant he couldn't breathe very well, and the effort ended with a
great big sneeze that made Pamela laugh. Good old Baronet! He was twice the fun to be
with than that prick Pete was!
Once he had figured out that he couldn't actually keep his nose inside his mistress'
cunt, Baronet settled down to the really much more reasonable activity of licking her
twat with his big, soft tongue.
Slurp! Slurp! Slurp! The soft thing passed quickly over her delicate pussy-flesh, bringing
a new sense of well-being to Pamela. Her feeling of humiliation and rejection began to
drop away as the gentle glow in her cunt gradually turned into a roaring fire.
She lay back on her bed and cradled her titties in her hands. Pity a dog couldn't do
that, she thought. Pete had been good at it, she had to give him that much, but no
physical sensation was good enough to be worth losing self-respect.
She ran her fingertips lightly over her swollen nipples, and thought how nice it was to
be a girl. It was true that a girl had to run the risk of meeting guys like Pete, but there
were compensations, such as the way in which she could give her tits such delightful
stimulation while a dog lapped at her pussy with his tongue.
Lapping was really the word! Baronet was going at her cunt like he was thirstily
drinking up water from a bowl. The tongue darted back and forth quickly as the big
standard poodle sought to get every drop of pussy-fluid that there was to be had. It was
a losing proposition, since she was producing the stuff every bit as fast as he could
possible lick it up, but in this sort of situation, losing was better than winning.
Every stroke of the poodle's tongue curled over her tender labia and tingling clit. Her
clit was partially hidden in the folds of her cunt-lips, so it didn't get the full brunt of his
licking. If that had not been the case, Pamela would probably have ended up coming in
just about two seconds flat!
"Mmmmmmm, wow!" Pamela murmured to the dog as she felt her muscles tense for
the come, which was not, in fact, very far off, Her nerves were all jangling now, her
back was starting to arch upward from the bed in her excitement, and her cunt felt like
it was on fire.
She rubbed her titties all the harder, and pressed her nipples between thumb and
forefinger. That felt almost as good as the action she was getting down between her
legs-but not quite.
Lap! Lap! Lap!
"Almost there... keep... licking..." she moaned to the big dog as he continued to lick her
swollen slit.
Suddenly, she felt her muscles give a final tensing, before releasing in a great series of
heaving spasms that had her almost literally writhing around on the bed in excitement.
She was coming, and really coming hard, with her pelvis jerking as her cunt pressed
against Baronet's face, even as he continued to lick it.
"Whooo, that was really good, boy!" she said as she reached out for his collar and
gently pulled his head away from her cunt.
After she had caught her breath, Pamela looked at Baronet and saw that the poodle was
obviously in a state of acute sexual need. His prick had slid all the way out of the
sheath, and looked very, very hard.
"Gee, I'm sorry, Baronet," Pamela said with a genuine note of apology in her voice. "I
forgot about you. Of course your poor prick is all worked up with the fun you had
licking my twat. Well, don't you worry about a thing, because I know just the thing to
make it feel fine again!" And so saying she pulled the poodle up close to her on the bed
and reached her head down under his belly, ready to give him a blow-job.
Baronet had had plenty of experience with women, since he'd been having sex with
them for a year before his little mistress got in on the act, so he stood perfectly still and
calm, waiting for the relief which he knew now was coming to his steamed-up prick.
As she smelled his doggie odor, Pamela felt her little clit give a twinge of excitement.
She stroked the poodle's back, running her fingers through his curly black hair. This
also emphasized to her the fact that it was a dog she was having sex with, and at the
moment that realization really turned her on to beat hell. She'd just had a come, but
even though she hadn't yet gotten her mouth or tongue on the dog's cock, her twat was
already starting to feel hungry for some more action. She noticed her clit was already
stiff again, and her cunt felt very wet. She reached between her legs and collected some
of the cunt-juice on her fingers. One of the fingers she licked clean, while she used the
other to spread cunt-juice on the big dog-prick sticking out there in front of her face.
Somehow the idea of doing that turned her on.
What was really going to turn her on, though, and she knew it damn well, was getting
her lips around that hunk of red dog-cock. But she enjoyed the preliminaries, too. For
instance, before even touching the dog's prick with her hand, Pamela took his balls in
her mouth and started to suck on them. That was something Baronet really liked, and
he gave a short, happy bark.
In fact, it almost seemed as if he might be content to go on with that action for quite a
while. But the excitement of actually being about to blow her dog again had gotten
Pamela so worked up that she knew that she couldn't afford to wait much more. She
eased her lips off the poodle's balls, and then slid her tongue up the prick. She went up
one side and straight down the other, and another happy yelp told her Baronet loved it.
Pamela now began to absolutely cover the rod with saliva by giving it a whole series of
rapid licks with her tongue. And even though Baronet continued to voice his approval,
it was noteworthy that he continued to stand completely still.
Pamela's cunt was really begging for her to touch it, but she decided to just let it go on
begging. She wanted to have a really big come when Baronet's prick was in her cunt in
the near future, and though she was certainly multi-orgasmic in every sense of the
word, she knew that by purposely frustrating herself she could make the come even
better.
She was kissing the poodle's cock now, and doing so in a very funny, tender sort of
way. She was really sucking on the side of the shaft with each kiss, and gradually
working her way from the prick-root up to the tip of the rod, where she planned on
taking the tool in her mouth and really starting to suck on it.
The happy yelps were now replaced by funny whining sounds. These weren't sounds of
unhappiness-Baronet was right now about as happy as any dog on earth could be-but
rather were signs of how incredibly excited he was. All this standing still while his
mistress worked over his prick was very enjoyable, but it took a lot of self-control, and
though he was a well-trained dog, the strain was manifesting itself in the funny little
noises that he was making.
His waiting and frustration certainly had its reward, though, as the big poodle found
out when she slipped her lips over his cock and began to slide them up and down the
length of the shaft, while using her tongue-tip to provide some extra stimulation.
The cock gave a funny stiffening, and Pamela realized Baronet was closer to coming
than she had thought. She took her lips off his rod to let him cool off a bit, though this
drew a rather loud bark of protest. She waited just a second, and then began to suck the
poodle's cock again, while teasing and tickling his balls with her fingers.
There was that stiffening again, and this time she didn't try to stop it. If anything, she
sucked her pet's prick all the harder, and it was hardly surprising that in a split second
she felt his cock start to quiver and tremble, and then shoot gob after gob of dog-jizz up
into her mouth.
Gush! Gush! Gush! Her big black poodle was really shooting away, and it was so
exciting for her to have her mouth the recipient of his sperm that Pamela thought for a
moment she was going to go off right then and there, even though she hadn't laid a
hand on her cunt.
After the last spurt, she eased her mouth off the dog's prick and swirled the sperm
around in her mouth with her tongue.
The fact of actually having a load of dog-jizz in her mouth cranked Pamela up even
farther. She playfully forced a bit of the stuff between her lips, letting it trickle down
her chin. Then she swallowed the dog-cream with a big gulp. As it slid down her throat,
she felt her clit give another tingle. For the umpteenth time since dog-fucking had
entered her life, Pamela thanked her lucky stars that she had decided to spy on her
parents that night a couple of weeks ago.
Suddenly Pamela realized that there was going to be a delay before she got that big fuck
from Baronet she was dying for. In her perverse excitement over giving her pet poodle a
blow-job, she had forgotten that the poor dog would need some recovery time before he
could fuck her steamed-up cunt. Now she had to think up a practical way of killing the
next ten minutes or so until he was ready again. She decided to call Cindy and tell her
what a bummer her date had been.
It wasn't Cindy but Cindy's mother who answered the phone. When Pamela asked if
she could talk to her daughter, she said, "Sure," in her usual friendly tone, but added,
"Please don't tie the phone up any longer than you have to. I'm expecting a very
important call."
"Pamela!" Cindy said. "I figured you'd be out on your date. Or rather under your date."
Cindy had a phone in her room and could say things like that without fear of being
overheard.
"Well, I was for a while," Pamela said.
"How was it, compared to you-know-what?"
Cindy asked.
"Uhh... pretty crummy."
"He wasn't any good? I've heard that Pete's quite a cocksman."
"Oh, he knows his stuff in the physical department," Pamela said, "but the guy's such
an arrogant jerk. I mean, when I tried to suggest that he didn't have to punctuate
everything he said with remarks like 'You really dig this, don't you, baby', he flew off
the handle. I mean, he's sort of a weird guy."
"So you're at home seeking solace with your...uh... friend?"
"You'd better believe it," Pamela said. And then she told Cindy what a dumb thing
she'd done by getting herself all worked up to a frenzy while leaving Baronet
temporarily as soft as a noodle.
Cindy laughed about it, but then said, "Listen, Pamela, I'd really like to go on talking to
you, but Mom really is waiting for an important call. It's about her sister, who's sick."
"Okay," Pamela said, "I'll see you around."
It had been nice to talk to Cindy, even if only for a minute or two. But she still had
some more time to kill.
Then the idea hit her of getting herself all dolled up for Baronet. She didn't suppose
that he'd be able to tell the difference, but it would be kind of fun for her, anyway.
Pamela went to the bathroom and started running a bath, after pouring in plenty of
bath-oil.
Then she lowered herself into the hot water and began soaking herself languidly. The
bath had a kind of funny effect on her horniness. On one hand, it soothed her and
calmed her down, while on the other hand it made her feel more sexier, though this
sexiness had a kind of unhurried, dreamy quality to it.
After washing herself, paying special attention to her cunt, she got out and put on
plenty of talcum powder. Then she got some of her best perfume and applied it to her
titties and thighs.
Feeling like a million bucks, and really horny now that the soothing effect of the hot
water had worn off, Pamela sauntered into her bedroom.
The bark Baronet gave indicated that he was now completely ready. The year he'd spent
fucking women had taught him to recognize certain basic feminine moods. When a
woman walked in the way Pamela was walking, and had that kind of expression on her
face, it meant that she wanted his cock. And now that he'd had a few minutes to get up
a new head of steam, the big poodle was more than willing to let his mistress have
some.
Pamela lay down on the bed and said, "Here, boy!" Baronet leaped up at once. Putting
her hands behind his forelegs, Pamela pulled him up so that his face wasn't far from
hers. He gave her a playful lick on the chin, and this doglike behavior gave her cunt a
strange tingle. Somehow, just the idea of being fucked by a dog was a fantastic turn-on
for her.
Baronet had fucked plenty of women face to face, and he wasn't at all surprised as his
mistress gently forced his rump down so that his cock was on the same level as her
cunt. Understanding what it was that she wanted him to do, he poked his rod forward.
The first try wasn't successful, and he missed the hole and jabbed the tender area
between clit and slit, but with the second shove, he got his cock in.
In it went, nice and smooth, his hard red dog-dick forcing apart the walls of her tender
cunt, while the pressure of his entry pulled her labia across her clit.
"Mmmmmm," she said as she felt his cock enter her hole. When Pete had entered her
pussy, it had felt good, too, physically, but there was an unpleasant element of conquest
about it which had kind of turned her off, too. But with Baronet there wasn't any of
that. He was just a nice, friendly dog, interested in getting his rocks off, but faithful to
his mistress, and anxious to give her a good time, too.
As soon as he got all the way in and got his cock comfortable inside her cunt, he started
to fuck.
Although Pamela was mad enough at Pete not to want to have to think about him, she
couldn't help making comparisons between the fuck she was getting now and the one
that he had given her. There was something more subtle about Pete's cock-action, there
was no denying that. After all, he was able to vary his pace and style considerably, right
in the middle of the screw. Baronet, on the other hand, only had one style-a series of
short, sharp jabs. But those jabs were very, very nice for a girl to feel inside her, and
besides, there was an intangible extra something about them that made them superexciting. 
Pamela thought for a moment and then saw that what was exciting was that
they were coming from a dog! She couldn't quite figure out what it was about being
fucked by a dog which was so exciting, but whether or not she could understand this
craving for bestiality, there could be no question of how much she enjoyed it.
Her thoughts were starting to get more and more disjointed as Baronet continued to
fuck away inside her, working his hips with powerful, undulating motions.
In! Out! In! Out! Man, oh man, he was really churning her up inside, really building
her up to her come!
Baronet was every bit as excited as she was. His tongue was hanging out of the edge of
his mouth, his eyes had a wild look to them, and his prick felt like it was just one
throbbing mass of sexiness.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" she gasped as she arched her back and clutched at her tits,
pressing the tender things against her chest and teasing the nipples. "FUCK! FUCK!
FUUUCCKKK!!" 
All thought of Pete, or of the humiliation she had endured that evening, or of anything
else, for that matter, had simply melted before the roaring heat of her come-need.
She was almost there... she was going to come... going to come big...
And then she was... COMING! COMING! COMING!
Her hips heaved and jerked as her cunt clutched convulsively at the dog-dick which was
firing away deep, deep inside her hole.
It was a wonderful, wonderful come, and after the dog withdrew, she simply reached
over and turned out the light so that she could go to sleep with him lying beside her.
Pamela knew that the kind of real affection she got from her dog probably wasn't as
satisfying as the kind some lucky girls got from guys, but at least there wasn't the risk
of a lot of arrogance and selfishness being mixed up in it, either. Dogs, quite simply,
were safer...


Chapter 5

Baronet was fucking away furiously inside Cindy's cunt and Pamela was sucking
eagerly on Lancer's cock when the two girls suddenly heard a woman's voice gasp, "My
God!"
It was Cindy's mother, who had come back to the house unexpectedly early!
The two girls looked in horror at Mrs. Alston, and she looked in horror back at them.
Even the dogs sensed that something was wrong. Baronet stopped fucking, and when
Pamela took her lips off Lancer's prick, he slunk away, his cock sliding quickly back
into its furry sheath.
"What... are... you... girls... doing?" Mrs. Alston asked in a voice that sounded as if
someone were strangling her.
"Well... uh..." Cindy's voice trailed off. She just didn't know what to say.
"You both stay right here!" Janet Alston commanded. "I'm going over to Mrs. Jenkins
and tell her all about this! And I'm taking the dogs so that you two can't engage in
your filthy games any more!"
"I guess that sort of tears it," Pamela said as Cindy's hysterical mother stormed out the
door with the two dogs in tow.
"Yeah," Cindy said, "I guess it sort of does."

* * *

As she drove over to her friend Frances' house with the two dogs, Janet tried in vain to
figure out what to say and what to think. Her first reaction, prompted by blind
mother's instinct, had made her think that Cindy had been led astray by Pamela, and if
she had set out to see Pamela's mother, it was partly with the idea of accusing her of
letting her daughter get Cindy into such perverse things. But as she drove along, with
the engine of the big car humming away soothingly, she was able to think about the
situation a bit more rationally. There was no reason, she finally admitted to herself, why
she should suppose it was Pamela who had led Cindy into bestiality rather than vice
versa. And seeing what good friends the girls were, it was possible that fucking with
dogs was an idea they'd happened to hit on together. It was all so horrible! Janet was a
woman who really loved tq fuck, but even she found it a bit hard to imagine any
woman who actually wanted to fuck and suck with dogs. She gave a little shudder of
disgust.
"Janet, this is a surprise!" Frances said as her friend showed up with the two dogs. "Do
you need someone to look after Lancer for a while?"
"No, it's not that," Janet said, "I have something very important to talk to you about. It
concerns our daughters."
That means trouble, I'll bet, Frances thought. She got Janet her usual gin and tonic, and
the two women sat down in the living room.
"I know you won't believe this," Janet began, "but I found our daughters... having sex
with the dogs!"
Frances Jenkins was genuinely thunderstruck. It seemed such a coincidence that her
daughter would discover the same pleasure that she had found out about a year ago.
She certainly had never let Pamela have the slightest hint that she liked sex with dogs.
But could she have perhaps found out some other way?
"It's just so awful!" Janet said, her voice ready to break into sobs.
Frances was of two minds on that. She certainly enjoyed her canine fun, and wouldn't
have been willing to give it up for the world. On the other hand, she'd always felt
rather guilty about it, and almost unconsciously had decided that she should continue
to insist on fairly strict moral standards for her daughter. The funny thing was that
learning that Pamela also liked to have dog-dick up her cunt somehow made her
mother feel a lot closer to her. It was as if they shared a secret. The only trouble was
that it wasn't a secret any longer. Janet knew about it, and was just about to flip out,
too.
"I don't know what you're going to do about Pamela," Janet said, "but I realize that I
may have to go to drastic lengths to protect Cindy against her worst nature. I'm
planning on getting rid of Lancer – I guess he'll have to be put to sleep-and I'm going
to discuss boarding schools with Eric. I figure that maybe that's the only way we can get
Cindy's mind off of sex."
At that moment Frances realized she really had to do something. Obviously it wasn't
any real business of hers what her friend did with her daughter and her dog, but still,
Frances knew and liked both Cindy and Lancer, and felt that she couldn't just stand by
and let them be victims to this kind of irrational hysteria. It was bad enough that Janet
was thinking of having Lancer destroyed. But Frances was really afraid that if Cindy
were shipped off to some boarding school under these circumstances, she'd be
traumatized about sex for life, and unable to enjoy it with anyone or anything.
"Listen, Janet, I know that what you've discovered about our daughters is pretty
disturbing, but I think we have to be careful not to over-react."
"Over-react? When they're having sex with dogs?"
"Uh-huh. I mean, if you think about it, maybe it isn't that bad after all."
The look on Janet's face indicated pretty clearly just how unconvincing she found that
idea.
"Okay, Janet," Frances said, coming to a drastic decision, "you've been my friend for
quite some time. Now I'm going to show you something, and I want you to promise to
watch it to the end, and not to prejudge the matter. Just keep your mind blank if you
can't keep it open."
"All right," Janet said. She had quite a lot of respect for Frances' judgment, and besides
she was quite curious as to what it might be that her friend had in mind.
Frances went over to where Baronet was and took him by the collar, leading him back
to the sofa. Then, as Janet looked on with horrified and astonished eyes, Frances began
to undress.
"Frances! What on earth?"
"Now, remember your promise," Frances said as she pulled off her bra and unzipped
her skirt. The reason she was taking this drastic step was only partly for Cindy and
Lancer's sakes. She also had long wished that she and her husband could find some
regular swapping partners, and she had long been physically attracted to Janet's
husband Eric. Frances figured that if she did nothing, not only would things be pretty
tough on Lancer and Cindy, but Janet would probably brood about the whole thing for
years. It would be better for everyone if Frances could bring her into the swingers' fold,
so to speak.
As soon as she was naked, Frances spread her legs and pointed her cunt in the direction
of the big black poodle, who came bounding forward and pressed his muzzle against
her tender twat.
Janet looked with horrified fascination. Most people have a bit of a voyeuristic streak in
them, and she was no exception.
Frances gave out a perfectly genuine moan of delight as she felt Baronet's tongue go
slurping over her soggy labia and button-hard little clit. She moved her hands up to her
tits and began to fondle and caress them.
Janet couldn't help admitting to herself that her panties were starting to get noticeably
moist, like they usually did when she starting thinking about fucking her husband. She
didn't have any lesbian tendencies, she was sure of that, so the only possible reason she
was getting turned on had to be that she was subconsciously imagining herself in the
position Frances was in-namely, naked with a dog's tongue laving her clit!
She tried to force the thought out of her mind, tried to keep from getting turned on by
the spectacle in front of her, but it was no use. Her panties got wetter and wetter, and
her clit began to throb more and more. She struggled a second longer, then reached her
hand up under her skirt and pressed her fingers against the little button.
That really felt good, but she knew what would feel even better-a dog tongue on her
pussy!
As for Frances, she was past the point of worrying about whether or not her
demonstration was having the desired effect on Janet. All that mattered now was the
feeling of this soft, moist dog-tongue sliding back and forth on her heated gash! She
was a woman who got cranked up very easily, and could easily be stimulated to such a
fever-pitch of passion as to hardly be aware of what was going on around her.
Slurp! Slurp! Slurp! Baronet was really licking away with gusto. His tongue seemed to
be going everywhere, and the noise that Frances was making indicated that that was
just the way she liked it.
And while all this was going on, she pressed her tits against her chest and worked her
super-hard nipples between her thumb and forefinger.
Janet was pressing away on her clit quite vigorously now, but she wasn't trying to get
herself off. She had already decided that she just had to try out doggie-sex for herself,
and she knew that she should build herself up to a state of wild frustration first so as to
be able to enjoy her come to the full when Baronet finally gave it to her.
"Ohh! Ohh! Ohh!" Frances gasped as she felt her muscles tense in preparation for the
come. She was almost there... almost... almost...
And then, suddenly, she was coming hard, with her pelvis jerking and her cunt
slamming against the dog's muzzle. That soft tongue continued to lick, too, even as her
cunt exploded with the frantic fury of her orgasm.
"AHHHHHH!" she cried, and then at last her cunt was quiet again, except for the
stimulation provided by the dog, who was still trying to lick her twat dry. With her
passion ebbing, Frances was able to return to the sober world of reality. She looked in
Janet's direction, wondering if she would find a look of horrified disapproval on her
friend's face.
Instead, she found a face half-contorted with passion, and for good reason, because
Janet's right hand was up her skirt and doubtless massaging her cunt.
"Do you approve?" Frances asked gently.
"I've just got to try it, Frances! I've just got to!" Janet said excitedly.
"Nothing could be easier to arrange. Here, take your panties off, and I'll get Lancer to
take care of you."
Janet did as her friend suggested, and Frances led the other dog over to his mistress'
mother. Lancer had been feeling as frustrated as Baronet had, so it wasn't much of a
wonder that he started in on Janet's cunt with great enthusiasm.
"Ahhh!" Janet gasped as she felt the dog-tongue slurp across her cunt. She had gotten
so worked up watching Baronet lap Frances that it was a fantastic relief to now be well
and truly on the way to a come. And after all the tension and worrying about Cindy, it
was great to just let go, so to speak, accept things, lie back, and have a good time.
As soon as she saw that her friend was comfortably installed, Frances turned back to
her next task, which was that of taking care of Baronet.
The poor poodle really had the hard-on to end all hard-ons. He had been in a state of
frustration ever since Janet had broken up his fun with Cindy. He just had to get it off,
and get it off now.
Fortunately for him, Frances was a woman with a strong sense of obligation. The dog
had given her a very nice come, and now she was duty-bound to help him get his rocks
off. Not that duty was necessarily the right word, since helping him come was going to
be every bit as much fun for her as it would be for him!
Frances lay on her back with her legs stretched, and Baronet trotted up to her with his
tongue hanging out and his big, exposed prick swaying slightly from side to side.
Frances took hold of his forepaws, and pulled him up so that his prick was on about the
same level as her cunt. This was the signal to him that it was proper fucking, and not
just cunt-lapping, that she wanted. Well, he was more than willing to oblige her in that
department!
As she lay back expectantly, Baronet gave her face a couple of friendly licks with his
big, soft tongue, and then positioned his rod ready to slide into her cunt.
Pamela's mother gave a little moan of expectation as she felt the dog's cock-tip press
against her labia. Then, with a smooth, even motion, the big poodle jammed his prick
into her.
"Mmmmm," she said as she felt her cunt-walls pressed apart by the entering rod. She
turned her head slightly and saw that her friend Janet was in seventh heaven. Her head
was tossing from side to side, her shoulders were heaving, her breath was coming in
short, sharp gasps, and all the while Lancer continued to slurp away at her cunt.
"Just... got... to... come! Just got to!" she groaned as she felt the edges of the dog's
tongue slip into her twat, felt the tip of it lap back and forth across her burning clit.
She couldn't stand it much longer... couldn't... couldn't...
And then she didn't, either, as her cunt felt first one sharp shock slam through it, then
another, and another, and another, and then her whole body heaved off into a mindbending 
come, while Lancer continued to lap, and lap, and lap!
Buck! Buck! Buck! Baronet's long-standing frustration had translated itself into one of
the most furious fucks that Frances could ever remember getting from man or dog. He
was really pounding away inside her cunt, really letting her have it, and she just
couldn't believe how great it felt! Every stroke in and every stroke out pulled labia
delightfully across clit, while the feeling of the hard rod sliding back and forth against
the well-lubricated walls of her cunt was a terrific delight in itself. Her whole cunt was
just crying for action, and she knew that action would be coming pretty soon in the
form of one hell of a wild come.
Frances could hardly breathe now, could hardly think, and still the pounding went on.
Her back muscles tensed to the point that she almost thought they'd break her in two;
her cunt kept clutching convulsively at the fast-pistoning rod.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she gasped in time to the frantic fucking of the dog's prick. And then
she caught her breath as she felt her cunt being pushed right up to the brink... right up
to it...
And then over she went, with her pelvis trembling and her cunt clutching at the dog's
cock. That clutching action was all that Baronet's rod needed. It gave a funny little extra
stiffening, and then it started to spew its load of dog-cream into Frances' cunt!
Gush! Gush! Gush! And all the while her body jerked and heaved under the big poodle.
"Whewwww!" she sighed as her cunt Finally stopped exploding and as Baronet's cock
gave one final spurt.
It had really been fine, there was just no question about that at all. Frances got up after
the dog pulled his prick out and walked over to where Janet was sitting. Janet had a
very dreamy, faraway look on her face.
"Something tells me that you don't plan on sending Cindy away to boarding school or
getting rid of Lancer now, do you?"
"Frances," she said, "how come you're so perceptive?"
"Well, Janet," her friend said, "would you like another drink?"
"Don't you think I should take care of poor Lancer first?" she asked. "He certainly
seems to have quite a hard-on."
"And you've only had one come, right?"
"Right. Don't forget I haven't had a chance to find out what a dog's cock actually feels
like," she said. "I've just had a tongue-job so far."
"Well," Frances said, "a dog's tongue on your cunt is great, but it's nowhere as good as
his cock. Tell you what. Why don't you fuck Lancer while I go and make us a snack."
As Frances walked out of the room, Janet got down on her hands and knees with her
cunt pointing in the direction of Lancer. The big boxer certainly didn't have any trouble
figuring out what that meant, and the next thing Janet knew, she was feeling his
forepaws resting on her ass. Then, the paws moved up to her shoulder-blades, and his
prick-tip poked against her cunt.
She clutched her hanging tits and waited tensely for the dog to stick his cock in her
hole. As it happened, she didn't have very long to wait. Soon, she felt the end of the
cock force apart her labia and glide on into her pussy-hole. Then he started to fuck
away with about the same frenzy Baronet had displayed with Frances-and for the same
reasons. It wasn't long until Janet found herself gasping for breath and wiggling her
hips as the dog's cock slammed back and forth inside her horny cunt.
She couldn't help comparing it to Eric's cock. She had to admit that each had its
advantages. Eric's was certainly thicker, and he also had much more finesse in fucking.
A dog was just interested in getting his rocks off; giving the greatest possible amount of
pleasure to the female was not exactly one of his instincts. But there was something
weird about the mechanical fucking of a dog which Janet found very, very stimulating.
It was hard to say why she was so turned on by it, but she was.
She worked her tits vigorously with her hands as she felt the dog-prick continue to slide
back and forth on the inside of her well-lubricated cunt. She pinched the nipples gently,
and got a zinging feeling down her spine. She had always known that she had very
sensitive tits, but right now they seemed to be even more so than usual for some reason.
She let her globes flop down, and then set them swaying back and forth pendulumfashion, 
while the dog continued to pound away at her cunt with his prick.
Then, almost unexpectedly, Janet found herself coming. Right in the middle of
unbearable tension came a sudden overwhelming feeling of release. Her cunt started to
shudder and grab at the dog's prick, which fired gob after gob of jizz on up into her
convulsing hole.
"Coming! Coming! COMING!" Janet screeched as the come continued to pour over
her. Then it was finished, and the dog pulled his cock out of her cunt.
At this moment, just as she was staggering to her feet, her friend Frances came in
carrying a tray with a couple of drinks and all sorts of nice-looking snacks on it.
"Not very dietary, Fm afraid," she said with a smile, "but I thought that you might need
a bit of nourishment after all that vigorous fucking you've been doing."
"You're not kidding!" Janet said as she started to munch hungrily on the snacks.
The two friends made small talk for a while. Then while they sipped their drinks, Janet
said, "I guess you've been into this bit with dogs for quite a while, haven't you?"
"About a year. That and partner-swapping."
"And you really go for it, huh?"
"Oh, yeah. I mean, Will and I really love each other, and he's good in the sack, but let's
face it. Eating filet mignon all the time is bound to get kind of boring."
"And you have sessions with other couples and their dogs?"
"That's the ticket," Frances said. "And with a little luck, I was hoping that another
couple might be ready to sign on pretty soon."
Janet could see what it was that she was alluding to.
"I dunno," she said. "I'm not sure whether or not Eric would go for it, Frances."
"But think how neat it would be if he did. Now
I know that I'm speaking from the point of self-interest, since I've long thought that
he's probably a real tiger in bed, but I tell you, you wouldn't be getting any bad bargain
with Will either."
"Oh, I'm sure you're right," Janet said. "I'm just a bit nervous about broaching the
subject to Eric in case it turns out that he's really horrified by it. Still, I think you're
right. The possibilities are too much fun for me not to make a try at getting him to
agree."
Frances realized that she couldn't expect Janet to promise any more than that at the
moment, and the two women chatted about other things for a while when Janet
suddenly said, "Oh my God! The girls!"
"What about them?"
"I left them thinking that the wrath of God was about to descend on them, which I
guess it would have if you hadn't already found out about how much fun dog-sex is.
They must be awfully worried."
"Not to mention horny if you burst in on them in the middle of their fun and games,"
Frances said with a smile.
"Well, I'll just finish this drink, and then take the dogs back over to them. The dogs
have another fuck in them, wouldn't you say?"
"Oh, yeah," Frances said. "Dogs have remarkable staying power, and from the way both
these guys were so horny just now, I'd guess that they hadn't even had a chance to get a
shot off into the girls when you walked in."
Janet finished the rest of her drink quickly, then dressed and left. She drove back fast
because she was a good mother and hated the idea of Cindy – or her friend, for that
matter – being gnawed by uncertainty and fear.
Both girls were sitting on the bed in Cindy's room feeling really unhappy when they
heard footsteps on the stairs.
"Gestapo coming," Cindy said to her friend. Pamela just nodded.
The door opened, and in walked Janet with the two dogs, which bounded happily into
the room with joyous barks.
"Don't worry, girls," Janet said with a smile that took both Cindy and Pamela by
surprise, "it's not the end of the world. In fact I've just learned from Pamela's mother
how much there is to be said for the idea of sex with a dog, and having tried it out, I've
come to the conclusion that she's right. So have fun. I'll be going out for a while."
Before she could go out, though, she found Cindy throwing her arms around her and
telling her what an "outasight mom" she was. Then she left the two to their fun.
She felt very happy as she walked down the stairs. Janet was a good-hearted sort, and
she never liked the idea of punishing anyone. It was nice that the potentially unpleasant
incident had finished like it had. And besides, there were all sorts of exciting possible
fun on the horizon, if she could just think of a way to bring her husband around to the
idea of her fucking with a dog.

* * *

The two girls really could hardly believe what had happened. Here they had been
moping around for an hour expecting Mrs. Alston to come back like an avenging angel,
and when she had in fact returned, she had brought the dogs and told Cindy and
Pamela to have fun.
They certainly didn't want to waste too much time wondering how this miracle had
come to pass, though, since they were also pretty horny.
Almost as if to try to erase a bad omen, they went back to doing just what they had
been engage in at the time of Janet's entrance. Pamela got on her hands and knees and
presented her cunt to Baronet, while Cindy sat down on the rug next to Lancer and
started to kiss his prick-sheath.
Neither of them had to wait very long for the action to start. Although he had already
had one come over at Frances', Baronet was certainly ready for seconds, so he quickly
placed himself in position and then slid his cock into Pamela's tight little cunt. And it
didn't take much of Cindy's kissing to cause Lancer's cock to come sliding out of its
sheath, where she could give it the proper kind of attention with her lips and tongue.
"Mmmmm, that just feels so nice!" Pamela murmured as she felt the quick pumping
motion of Baronet's prick in her pussy. Here she'd been five minutes ago thinking that
she was in for some real unpleasantness, and now she was on her hands and knees on
this soft rug with a dog's cock fucking away inside her cunt.
Baronet got himself all wound up like an alarm clock in the space of about two
minutes' fucking, and there was a super-eager quality to the way in which he was
working her cunt. That cock of his was really pounding away inside her hole, and the
result was that her cunt felt like it was about to melt from excitement.
Cindy's cunt didn't exactly feel relaxed, either, mainly because of the skillful finger
action which was accompanying the blow-job she was giving Lancer. Even as she
sucked on the long, red dick, she poked her slender fingers into her pussy and rubbed
her tingling clit.
Her other hand was busy with her tits, trailing a fingertip lightly over the creamy skin
and gently pulling on the swollen nipples.
Her tongue ran back and forth along the slick exterior of the dog's cock. From the way
that the cock was trembling, Cindy could tell that it was probably pretty ready for a
come, and that was just fine, because so was she.
She pressed her lips extra-tight against the cock just at the moment that she ran her
thumb right over her clit. She felt a jolt go through her body, and then she was coming
furiously, while the dog shot its load of sperm into her mouth.
COME! COME! COME! As she felt the warm dog-jizz splatter against the back of her
mouth, her pelvis churned in frantic desire and she continued to press her thumb
against her clit. The little organ was so sensitive now in the middle of her come that it
was almost agony to touch it, but it was very nice agony.
And it was at almost the same moment that Pamela felt herself going off. She had hung
on the brink of her come for one seemingly endless moment, and then she had really
let go, with every nerve in her body firing at once while the dog's wiry prick shot its
load on into her spasming hole.
"Have fun?" she asked her friend after her big black poodle had withdrawn his whanger
from her cunt.
"Yeah," Cindy said after first swallowing the mouthful of dog-cream that she had.
"More fun than I'd thought I was going to be having for a long, long time!"

* * *

That evening, after dinner, Janet Alston was startled to discover not only that her
handsome husband was interested in swapping, but also that he had the
overwhelmingly perverse desire to see his wife get fucked by a dog! Janet couldn't have
been more delighted, and when she called Frances to give her the good news, the
Jenkins insisted that
Eric and Janet-and Lancer-come over right then for their first session.
As Janet and Eric drove over to the Jenkinses, Janet didn't know if she felt more
nervous or excited. She guessed that the two feelings were probably really just different
manifestations of the same basic emotion.
She'd already fucked with a dog, so she knew that that was going to be fun. And she'd
told her husband about everything and gotten his consent. But even so, there was
plenty of new stuff that was going to happen tonight. She was going to get Will's prick
inside her for one thing, and she was going to be fucked by a dog with her husband
watching. Just the thought of those two things was enough to make her panties start to
get wet. But it was also a matter of venturing out into unknown terrain, and that made
her nervous, too. Well, there was no turning back now.
Eric was a less complicated person emotionally. As they rode along, he felt his cock
press achingly against the crotch of his pants. He was going to get a chance to fuck
Frances-who was a hell of a fine-looking woman – and he was going to get to watch
while his wife got fucked by a dog.
Soon they arrived, and when they knocked, the door was opened by a Frances who
didn't fully show herself until they were inside and the door was closed again. The
reason was quite obvious, too: She was wearing a kind of harem top that was pulled
back enough to expose her nipples, which she had lip stick painted bright-red. Her
belly was bare except for a chain that had a gold ornament dangling down right at the
level of her cunt and drawing attention to the latter. She was wearing a short skirt that
buttoned up the front, except that all the buttons were undone, so that it was open all
the way to the waist. Since she wasn't wearing anything resembling panties, Eric got a
full view of her delightful beaver. All in all, it was quite a picture which she presented.
For a moment, Eric thought that his wife might think herself upstaged, but then it
occurred to him that he hadn't seen the outfit she was wearing tonight. She had told
him that she was "getting ready", and had then appeared in a raincoat. As to what was
underneath that was anybody's guess.
She opened the raincoat, and Eric saw that she had managed to whip up a very sexy
and imaginative costume for herself. She had taken a pair of pants and cut out the
whole front and back, so that what was left was a pair of legs which then were
connected by a thin strip of cloth to the belt. Her cunt was fully exposed and accessible,
and so was her ass. She had also made herself a cute little see-through bra from a
nightie. The effect was very sexy.
The two females turned and pirouetted to show off their charms while their husbands
complimented them on their sexiness and imagination. Will was already naked, and
Eric quickly too off his clothes.
They were such good friends that there was no need for either couple to pretend they
could wait. Will simply said, "Let's save the drinks until later," and everyone else
quickly agreed.
Both guys were hungry for each others' wives, but they were also eager to see a bit of
canine action, too. They correctly guessed that the sight of their wives being fucked by
the two dogs would heighten their already tremendous arousal even more, so that their
cocks would be about as stiff as if they'd been carved out of marble.
They settled back on the sofa and looked on, while Frances paired off with Lancer and
Janet with Baronet. Janet hadn't yet had a chance to suck dog-prick yet, so that was
what she decided to do first. She knelt beside the patient poodle and stroked him
gently, then started to kiss his prick-sheath. Sure enough, the tool came slipping out,
red and ready.
She and Eric often engaged in oral sex, and as he watched, the thought that the mouth
which had so often sucked his prick was now sucking a dog's was enough to make his
rod give a sharp twinge of passion.
Janet ran her tongue up and down the length of the rod a couple of times, then slipped
her lips over . it and started sucking while constantly fondling the balls. A sharp bark
from Baronet was sign enough that he thought her handling of his tool was just fine.
As she pressed her lips against the cock, she thought about how nice it would be to
have it shooting away inside her mouth. She could just imagine what that would be
like, and she could hardly wait.
As for waiting, her cunt was sure finding that difficult. Already she had moved her hand
down and begun to caress the tingling labia, but the more attention she gave to herself
down there, the more she seemed to need.
She slid her fingers along the cunt-lips, and then plunged them into her hole, while
continuing to suck on the dog's prick. Man, was she every getting hot! She knew that at
this rate she'd be coming pretty soon, and she figured that she had better get Baronet
worked up if she wanted the two of them to come at the same time, so she started
sucking all the harder while continuing to use her tongue to caress that part of the
prick which lay inside her mouth.
She was going to be coming, and she only hoped that Baronet would be ready.
She needn't have worried a bit. The dog was more than ready, and it was only her lack
of experience in sucking dog-prick that kept Janet from seeing this.
She slid her lips along the length of the shaft one more time, and suddenly she felt it
give a twinge and then start to fire! She was a bit taken by surprise by this, but that
didn't prevent her from being quick-witted enough to remedy the situation by pressing
her thumb against her clit immediately.
The result was just exactly what she hoped for. Her already frantic cunt exploded in a
furious come, even as Baronet's tool continued to shoot off inside her mouth.
Coming in her mouth! A dog was actually coming in her mouth! Baronet was shooting
his wad into her just as he had shot it on other occasions into the cunts of bitches in
heat! She'd already gotten the stuff up her cunt, but somehow she was more aware of
the sperm with it going into her mouth.
As her cunt stopped throbbing, Baronet's prick stopped shooting, but Janet continued
to kneel there with the dog-dick between her lips. She liked the feel of it there as it
slowly went soft. She basted it with its own fluid for a moment before finally pulling
her lips clear, taking extra-special pains not to spill any of the sperm. This she swilled
around in her mouth for a second before swallowing it in one big gulp.
She looked over to where Frances was and saw that she had already come, too. The
expression on her face indicated Lancer had given her a pretty nice fuck.
"Well, Eric, what do you think?" Janet asked her husband. The question was sort of
superfluous though, since she couldn't remember having ever seen his cock so
incredibly big and stiff. It was obvious that he was just ablaze with desire.
"Man!" he said. "The sight of you sucking off that dog has got me so horny I can
hardly resist the temptation to fuck you right this minute! I guess it'll be even more fun
if I wait until you've had a fuck with Will, though."
Of course, while she was fucking with Will he'd be fucking with Frances, so that by the
time he got around to his wife, it would be his second come of the evening, but that
didn't make any difference. Eric was such a virile guy that his second comes were
always every bit as good as his first ones.
Besides, getting a chance to fuck Frances was something that he certainly didn't want to
pass up at the moment, and it was obvious from the way she was eyeing his meat that
she was thinking along the same line.
"Okay, Frances," he said, going over to her and bowing as if he were at a formal ball,
"may I have the pleasure of this fuck?"
"But of course," she said with a smile, dropping a mock curtsey.
"Any favorite positions?" he asked.
"How about something exotic?" she said.
"Tell me what you think of this," he said, and placed his hands under her butt and
lifted her off the floor.
"Caveman," she said with a smile. It was obvious that the idea of being a caveman's
woman had a certain distinct appeal for her.
"Now cross your legs around my back and rest them on my ass," he said. "That's it.
Comfy?"
"Perfectly," she said. It was the truth, too. She had her arms around his neck and was
pressing them down on his shoulders to take some of her weight off his arms, and her
legs were performing the same function by resting on his ass and gripping his waist,
but he was bearing most of the strain. Since she was quite a petite woman, though, this
wasn't much of a problem for Eric.
He lifted her up a bit higher, then fit her cunt down over his cock. Then, by moving
her up and down-with her helping a bit-he was able to give them both a very nice fuck.
Up... down... up... down...
It was all very, very nice.
Just as nice was the action that Janet was getting from Frances' husband. The modified
missionary-that is, guy on top with the girl's legs pulled up and crossed over his back to
make her cunt tighter. Nothing exotic, but one of those things that, like chocolate ice
cream, is always nice without being complicated.
Frances clung tighter and tighter to her partner as she felt her cunt get hotter and
hotter. He was really working her up, really giving it to her, and the result was that her
pussy was just one weltering, tingling mass of delicious womanly sensations.
"Mmmmmm, you're such a stud," she purred as Eric continued to fuck her up and
down on his cock.
She was going to be coming soon, and she sensed somehow that Eric was enough of a
cocksman to be able to ensure that they came exactly at the same time.
Eric felt his cock give that funny little final stiffening, felt himself pause for a moment
on that pre-come plateau, and then, as he lowered his partner's cunt on his prick for
the last time, he felt his cock start to shoot.
"Ahhhhh!" Frances gasped as she felt the rod quiver inside her and bring as its
inevitable response the furious explosion of her cunt. The two of them gasped and
trembled together, with her clutching his neck and him holding tightly onto her ass
while they spasmed together.
Then he eased her off his prick and set her feet on the floor, while she gave his still-stiff
prick a little squeeze with her hand as if to thank it for the nice time that it had given
her cunt.
Meanwhile, Will was having no trouble at all turning Janet into a palpitating mass of
come-need. She had never fucked any man but her husband, and the "forbidden fruit"
aspect of the situation gave a sort of special quality to his strokes as he slid his cock
back and forth inside her cunt.
"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she gasped as she felt her innards filled again and again
by his throbbing took, felt her labia brush again and again across her aching clit.
In! Out! In! Out! Just a bit more would do it, he knew, just a bit more...
Buck! Buck! -Buck! She was almost there...
He sensed that the next stroke would be the one to bring her off, so he decided to make
it a lulu. He pulled back slowly, and then rammed in really hard and really fast, taking
her by surprise.
As she felt his rod bury itself all the way inside her tender box, Janet gasped, and then
felt her cunt shudder off into its come, while his rod filled her with his steamy spunk...
"Something tells me that you two had as good a time as Eric and I did," Frances said
with a smile as she watched the other couple get to their feet.
"Did we ever!" Janet said.
Now was the time for drinks, and the four of them sat on the sofa and chairs sipping
away and talking about all sorts of things, most of them related to sex. The dogs looked
on expectantly. In their own dim way they figured that they would probably be next on
the program.
And they were dead right, too. After the drinks were finished, the two women decided
to swap dogs, so to speak. It was now Frances-Baronet, Janet-Lancer.
Janet got on her hands and knees so that her husband could get a really good view of
the dog's prick going into her cunt, while Frances gave Baronet a blow-job. The two
husbands sat down right next to their wives on the carpet so that their eyes could drink
in every detail of what their canine "rivals" were doing.
Soon Janet felt the fine hard thrusts of the big boxer, and the knowledge that her
husband was looking on eagerly made the physical sensation seem even nicer. She
clenched her knees together as if to increase the pressure as the dog's long, thin dick
slid back and forth on the slick lining of her twat. Her husband was able to fondle her
tits, too, which was a help, particularly as it was something that he was very good at!
Frances had sure done plenty of prick-sucking in her time, on dogs as well as men, but
every time she did it she was amazed at how incredibly much she enjoyed it. There was
really nothing to compare with the feeling of a dog's cock – or a man's – between her
lips. Well, that wasn't quite true. It was just as nice or maybe a bit nicer to have it up
her cunt-but it was still one of the nicest physical sensations in the world.
"Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh!" Janet gasped in time to the dog's rapid strokes, while her husband
squeezed his already fully resurrected cock. As soon as this delightful little interlude
with the dog was over, he was going to give her the fuck of his ever-loving life!
Suddenly Janet seemed to catch her breath, then gave a long moan. She was coming,
and as far as he could see, coming hard. He was right, too. That last fuck-thrust on the
part of the big boxer had sent her over the top, and she felt like she was going to
heaven! Her cunt was spasming and clutching at the fast-firing prick like it wanted to
squeeze it flat!
Then the dog pulled out, and her husband was taking her in his arms and pressing her
close. Not merely had watching her get fucked like this given him a tremendous
physical desire for her, but it had somehow even increased his feeling of emotional
attachment. Eric guessed that she probably wouldn't be ready for another fuck right on
top of the preceding one, but he just wanted to hold her close and show her how much
he loved her.
He was wrong, though, about thinking that Janet wanted to wait before being fucked by
him. Although she felt exhausted by the fuck which Lancer had just finished giving her,
her feelings of desire and love for her husband had been increased in the same way that
his had been for her. She was very anxious to feel him put the prick to her.
"Please, dear, let me have your cock now," she whispered as he held her close. Eric
could hardly believe his good luck. He pressed her gently back against the rug and
slipped his cock into her sperm-filled cunt.
Over two yards to the left, a very similar scene was being repeated by Frances and her
husband Will.
For Janet and Eric, though, this wonderful feeling of intimacy brought on by swapping
and bestiality was a new and exciting experience, and they were really making the most
of it. Eric was working his wife's cunt with a tremendous tenderness and consideration,
while the responsive movements of her hips told him just how much she was enjoying
it.
"So nice, darling," she whispered. "Just so nice."
"You're perfect," he said simply. "Perfect."
Back and forth slid his cock inside her, telling the tale of his tremendous passion and
love for her. And all the while, his hands performed the same task with her tits, as he
gently stroked and caressed the tender globes.
Janet had never felt so wonderfully fucked in her whole life, and she knew perfectly well
that although she and Eric had always had a good sex life, the fuck that she was getting
right now was something extra-special. She knew what it was, too. She knew that it was
after sampling good and varied sex without an emotional component – her sex with the
dogs and with Will – that the real value of love as a seasoning became apparent.
How did Eric stack up physically against the dogs? Which did she prefer? On a basis of
pure physical sensation, it was pretty much a dead heat. Each was great in his own way.
But with Eric, there was this tremendous extra in the form of their feelings for one
another which meant that a dog – however nice to have as a sex partner – could never
match a fuck like the one she was having now.
But the sex with the two dogs had been a necessary prelude to this wonderful fuck,
something without which it wouldn't have had that magical quality. She felt her cunt
give a final tingle, and then shudder off into a wild, wonderful come, while Eric's dick
shot the contents of his balls on up into her.
Coming! Coming! Coming! Cock-in-cunt! Cock-in-cunt! Cock-in-cunt! It was all just
so fine!
And as Eric lay on top of her, resting, his cock still inside her twat and his hand gently
stroking her cheek, Janet thought of how lucky she was, and how she was looking
forward to the combined bestiality and swapping they would be having in the future.
And only a little ways away, Frances and Will, who had just finished coming, felt every
bit as happy.


Chapter 6

Pamela was trotting along on Devil feeling a bit lonely and yet at the same time happy
at the knowledge that she'd soon be getting some more pony-sex.
She was lonely for a couple of reasons. The first was that her friend Cindy wasn't there,
being laid up with a sore throat. The second was that she couldn't help feeling that
something was missing from her life on account of her not having a boy friend. Sure,
the dogs and the ponies were fine, but sometimes she couldn't help feel a yearning for
something more.
"Heck," she said, trying to snap herself out of her mood, "boys are just a pain in the
ass. They are if they're anything like Pete at any rate! Why get burned? In a couple of
minutes, I'll be getting some nice horse-tongue on my twat, and then some nice horsedick 
in my mouth, so what do I have to complain about?"
The grove of trees was in sight ahead of her, just about the right distance for a nice
canter. She knew that Devil would enjoy the exercise, and so she urged him forward.
Soon he was pounding forward with his hooves drumming under her. Then, to one
side, she saw another horse with a rider jump a hedge and head towards her at a right
angle. Soon the two were up level, and the rider – a young man, she could see –
wheeled his mount around so that it was heading in the same direction as Devil.
Pamela thought he wanted to race, so she gave Devil a crack with her riding crop.
Though technically a pony, he had quite a turn of speed tp him, and soon he was really
belting forward. But the other horse was keeping neck to neck with him, and it was
obvious that its rider knew something about riding.
Soon they were near the grove of trees, and both of them reined in their mounts. The
young man jumped down from his big bay, and Pamela got off Devil. He came forward
with his hand out and shook hers.
"Well-run," he said. "I hope you didn't mind my intruding on your ride?"
"Not at all," Pamela said, rather Hushed, both from the exercise and from the
nervousness which she felt in the presence of boys.
"My name's Henry Windover," the young man said. He looked like he was about
eighteen.
"Pamela Jenkins," she replied.
"Listen," he said, "would you like to sit in that grove of trees and have a sandwich with
me? I brought some lunch in the satchel."
Pamela patted a bag that she had over her shoulder to indicate that she had some food,
too, and said, "Sure."
They led their horses into the grove, and Pamela wondered vaguely if the boy was in
the habit of coming here often. If so, she and Cindy would have to find some other spot
for their bestial activities.
The two of them talked about one thing and another, and though at first Pamela was a
bit irked that her plan for having a good tongue-job right away from Devil had to be
put off, she soon found her annoyance slipping away from her.
He's not at all obnoxious, she thought in amazement as she continued to talk with
Henry. After her previous bad experience with Pete, she had come to suspect that
maybe all men were obnoxious. Henry was also very good-looking, and Pamela thought
that this might be a nice time for her to re-test her relative estimation of human and
animal sex. The only trouble was that Henry was such a nice guy he was able to think
of something else about Pam besides just whether or not he could get his prick inside
her. Pamela even started to worry that he might like her conversation so much that he'd
never try to make her.
He was, in fact, perfectly human, though, and when she had shown her increasing
respect and affection for him in the course of the two hours they spent talking and
having lunch, he reached out, took her hand, and kissed it.
"Now there's gallantry," she said with a smile.
"Gallantry or timidity," he replied.
"I sure can't see why someone as nice as you would have to feel afraid of having your
advances rejected," she said with a coy smile, and for a response he kissed her on the
cheek. Well, anyway, it started out as a kiss on the cheek, though his lips found their
way to hers without any difficulty. She kissed back passionately as his tongue began to
play with hers.
Henry was very well-bred, but even the best-bred hands in the world would be bound
to have a pretty hard time keeping off tits like the ones that Pamela had pushing out
her blouse-smallish, but perfectly formed.
He pressed his hands against them and started to caress the twin beauties. As he did so,
Pamela realized that there was none of the overaggressive "storming the castle" quality
to his caress which had been so noticeable and so irritating with Pete. It was obvious
that he was making a play for her not merely because he liked her, but because he
figured that she liked him, too.
The hands were undoing the buttons of her blouse now, and the fact that they were
made her clit tingle with excitement and her panties get even wetter than they already
were. She was sure that this fuck was going to be so much more enjoyable than the one
which she had had with Pete that there would be no comparison. Maybe there was
something to human sex after all.
Henry was obviously a guy who liked to take things nice and easy. After getting the
blouse undone, he stroked her tits through the fabric of her bra before undoing the
thing. He took her blouse and bra all the way off, and then pressed her naked body
close to him for a moment before continuing his manipulations.
His other hand had been busy feeling her cunt up through her thick riding breeches,
and that was obviously a bit unsatisfactory for both of them, so soon he pulled down
the zipper and started to work her breeches down.
Another guy who was just a quick in and out artist would have thought it enough to
merely expose her cunt so that he could stick his meat in. But Henry had enough
experience and enough sense to know that women often found it a bit degrading to be
fucked with their clothes still partly on, as if they were cheap whores and the guy were
only interested in their pussies. So Henry was taking all of Pamela's clothes off, even
though his prick was almost screaming to be stuck up her cunt at the soonest possible
moment.
To get her riding breeches off, he had to take her boots off first, and as he did so, she
said with a smile, "I guess that riding clothes aren't the most efficient things for people
to wear when they want i to fuck."
"It's not much trouble," he said, "particularly if there's someone as nice as you waiting
underneath."
He peeled off his own clothes, and as his prick popped into view, Pamela gave a little
gasp when she saw how long and how hard it was. Something told her that she was
going to be very, very glad that she had decided to come riding this morning.
Henry lay down gently on top of her, and said, "Are you ready, Pamela?"
"Uh-huh," she said with a smile, and he pushed his rod on into her cunt very gently.
"Mmmmm," she purred as she felt the mighty tool force apart her cunt-walls and bury
itself to the hilt in her soft box. It was so long that she could feel the tip of it press
against the entrance to her womb.
Then, when he was sure that she was good and comfortable, and not-before, he started
to fuck.
He went very slowly at first, just easing his cock in and out of her cunt. The fact that he
was just stroking her slowly between the legs meant that both of them could
concentrate for the moment on the little extras that he was giving her. Even as his
pelvis bucked gently back and forth, he was giving Pamela all sorts of lovely, tender
kisses and. playfully stroking her on the cheek. She felt very wanted and very happy.
He was starting to pick up speed now, but his strokes lost nothing of the fine, easy
rhythm that they had had earlier. He was obviously a really fine cocksman.
"Henry, I like this so much," she said. "You're the first guy I've really enjoyed it with..."
Henry was really giving it to her now, really fucking away, but even though his cock
was giving her pussy one hell of a good workout, there was still something very tender
and nice about his movements. In the same way, the caresses he was giving her tits
were not just a matter of him feeling her up because he liked tits, but of him trying to
give her as much pleasure as possible.
"I'm gonna come! Gonna come! Oh, H-Henry, I've just got to come!" she gasped as she
felt her cunt get hotter and hotter, felt her little clit get almost hysterical with 
comeneed, felt her whole body tense for the orgasm.
"Okay, Pamela," he said, "don't worry about a thing!" Then he pulled back and gave
her a series of strokes which both of them knew were going to bring her off.
One! Almost...
Two! She trembled right on the brink...
Three! Right on the brink...
Four! And that was it! That was her cunt suddenly exploding around his prick; that was
her pelvis bucking and heaving as his tool fired its load of spunk up into it in gob after
gob after gob...
And when it was over, Pamela knew that she'd never experienced anything that nice in
her whole life. And Henry was still lying on top of her, gently kissing her, his cock still
resting stiff in her cunt. Slowly, he pulled it out.
"Henry," she said, "I-I just don't know what to say."
He placed his arm around her shoulder and pulled her close. She knew that he
understood her without her saying anything.
Here, she figured, was the answer to her question as to whether human or animal sex
was better. When done properly, a fuck by a guy was unquestionably superior.
At this moment, she felt something heavy on her cunt, and realized that it was Devil's
mouth. She hadn't tethered him properly, and he'd gotten pretty keyed up watching all
the fun and games between her and her new boy friend. He was used to having a good
lick when he went out for a ride with her, and was now trying to collect what he
considered his due.
The feeling of his tongue on her twat was very exciting, but she was rather embarrassed
by Devil's attentions, too. What would Henry think?
As she tried to ward off the horse's face, Henry sensed her embarrassment, and tried to
ease it by showing himself completely unbothered by the spectacle...
"Funny," he said, not realizing why it was that Devil was being so insistent, "I've
known dogs to act like that, but not horses."
Pamela was just about to make some remark to the effect that she didn't understand
why her mount was acting like this, when she suddenly changed her mind. She didn't
much care for hypocrisy, and she knew that this fuck had been as wonderful as it had
been because there hadn't been any game-playing or fakeness about it. Well, she didn't
want to spoil the memory of the fuck by lying to him, even if it meant that she was
going to lose him.
"It's not so surprising," she said, holding Devil's nose just a few inches away from her
cunt. "After all, I'm the one who got him used to it!"
"What?" Henry asked with astonishment.
"Uh-huh," she said sadly, and just as she was about to try to explain, she hit on
something which would be completely honest but which might yet save the situation.
She simply let go of Devil's head and lay back with her legs spread and her cunt
exposed to the horse, which took immediate advantage of the situation by covering her
cunt with a series of big, wet licks.
Henry was at first utterly astonished by the sight. The girl whom he had just fucked
had seemed so delicate and refined. There was even a moment of revulsion as he saw
the horse slurp away and saw her lying back, obviously getting a physical thrill out of it.
But then, the innate streak of voyeurism which is to be found in even the best of
persons started to work its way to the surface. There was something undeniably sexy
about the sight he was witnessing. Even though his cock had just gone off a few
minutes before, it started to twitch and swell up a bit.
Pamela's plan, her last hope, had been that just this would take place. She knew how
horrified she had been when she had first spied on her parents, and she remembered
how this horror changed into quite different feelings, feelings of fascination and
sexiness, for instance, the longer she watched.
Had that .been Henry's only reaction, she still would have lost a lot, because what good
was a horny guy who doesn't respect a girl? But Henry was an exceptionally sensitive
young man. As the horse licked away on Pamela's cunt, it was evident from the way in
which her hips were wiggling and her back arching, evident from the gasps and moans
that she was giving out, that she was being strongly turned on. But he remembered the
note of unhappiness in her voice when she had told him that it wasn't really surprising
that the horse should be interested in her cunt. He could see from the expression on
her face that however much her cunt might be being excited by the big slurping horse
tongue, she was also nervous and unhappy. He guessed how surprisingly much he had
come to mean to her in the short time since they had met, and since she had come to
mean a lot to him, too, as soon as he realized all the complex emotional issues that
were involved, his initial feelings of shock and revulsion gave way to a feeling of
tenderness, and he became very anxious to show that he didn't condemn her for what
she did with the horse. He crawled over to her and took her hand and gently kissed it.
That kiss! When she felt it, and realized what it meant in terms of Henry's acceptance
of the scene she was offering him, Pam almost thought that she was going to come
right then and there. She looked up at him with eyes full of gratitude.
And with the anxiety about his reaction gone, she was able to really enjoy the tonguing
she was getting from Devil. She relaxed and lay back, while her cunt got hotter and
hotter under the touch of the horse's tongue.
Henry reached out and gently stroked her right tit, lightly running his fingers back and
forth across the nipple. To have him participate like this made Pamela feel even sexier.
Slurp! Slurp! Slurp! Tongue-and-cunt! Tongue-and-cunt! Tongue-and-cunt! She was
hardly able to think now, hardly able to do more than tense her body and act as a
female come-machine.
Then, suddenly, she felt herself go numb between her legs for just a split second. Just a
split second, and after that the feeling flooded back into her in one hell of a frantic,
heaving orgasm that had her clenching Henry's hand tightly while her cunt throbbed
and throbbed and throbbed.
"So you don't mind?" Pamela asked Henry after the orgasm had finished tearing its way
through her.
"Why should I mind?" he asked. "If you're important to me-and I can assure you that
you are-it's not for me to ask you to behave one way or another. It's for me to accept
you as you are. If you'd asked me before I saw all this whether I'd be willing to accept
it, I'd have probably said no. But while watching you and that horse, I realized that the
fact that you enjoy sex with horses doesn't change one iota the fact that you're a very
wonderful, loving person."
"And having a horse for a physical 'rival' doesn't turn you off?" she asked.
With a smile, he pointed to his prick, which was swollen to utterly massive proportions.
She laughed and said, "I'd like to get that back inside me, but first I've got to take care
of poor Devil." And she pointed to the horse's erect prick.
"Do you actually fuck with him?" Henry asked. There was no revulsion in his voice,
only genuine curiosity.
"No, though it is possible. I have a friend who's done it, and she says it's more trouble
than it's worth. I'll just give him a blow-job and then get back to you."
Henry felt very excited as he watched her place her lips over the horse's mighty
whanger. And in that moment, he realized that the reason he was so excited was
precisely because he was coming to care for her so much. It was, though he didn't know
it, the same factor that made it so exciting for Eric to watch his wife Janet get fucked by
a dog.
Pamela decided to make this quick, since there was Henry's prick to be taken care of,
too.
She sucked away vigorously on the tip of the horse's prick while stroking the length of
the shaft with her hand. The already very hard rod seemed to get even harder under her
touch. Since she wasn't feeling herself to a come this time – after all, Henry would be
giving her a fine come in just a few minutes, as she well knew – she had both her
hands free to stimulate the pony. If one hand was busy stroking the shaft, the other one
was feeling up the excited balls. Devil gave a whinny that showed just how much fun he
thought that all of this was.
As she sucked, she used her tongue-tip to tease and tickle the horse's piss-hole. The
thing that she always found amusing about blowing a horse was the weird scale of
everything. A horse's piss-hole is about twice or three times the size of a man's. Not
that that was strange, though, she realized, since a horse had so much more piss or
sperm (depending on the circumstances) to send shooting out.
She'd had a come with Henry not so long ago, and right after that a come with Devil
when he licked her twat. But here she was all cranked up and raring to go again,
despite the fact that she wasn't even touching her cunt. The mere thought that soon she
would have a mouth full of horse-spunk was sufficient to get her clit a tingling again
and her nipples once more hard and expectant. She knew from experience with the
dogs and from what she'd heard about men, that males had to rest up between fucks so
that they could get their cocks good and stiff again. But a girl like her or Cindy could
just bang away as much as she liked. Once again she thanked her lucky stars that she
was born female. The trouble was that as a female she had to depend to a certain extent
on her male partners being ready, but that wasn't much of an inconvenience, since their
recuperation time could always be filled with their lapping her cunt and doing nice
things like that.
Suck! Suck! Suck! She was really pulling away with her lips on that big horse-prick, and
she could see that Devil was really enjoying himself. The prick was just incredibly rigid
as it lay there between her lips, and the balls were pulled up tight against the prick-root.
Suddenly, a gush of warm horse-sperm shot against the back of her mouth, followed by
another, and another, and another. The horse was coming, and since this was probably
the first come he'd had all week, he had an almost unbelievable amount of jism in his
balls.
Spurt! Spurt! Spurt! She already had a whole mouthful of the stuff, and yet he was still
firing. She couldn't hold any more of the horse-jizz. She opened her lips slightly, and
the excess oozed out and dribbled down her chin in great gobs. She eased her mouth off
the cock after it stopped, and drank down the sperm. Since there was so much that it
actually puffed her cheeks out, it took three swallows to get it all down.
She turned to face Henry, perhaps still a bit nervous about his reaction. The smile on
his face told her that she didn't have a thing to worry about.
"Darling," he said, "you're wonderful and I love you. But it really was sort of funny
seeing you try and hold all that stuff in your mouth. Do horses always have that much
spunk? If so I don't know how on earth I'll ever dare let you suck my prick. I'll seem so
ill-endowed in comparison."
"Don't worry, Henry," she said. "I'm sure sucking your prick is an experience that's
always great. But, listen, I've just got to get some action in my cunt... if you don't mind,
that is."
Henry walked over to her and gave her a kiss. "If you think I'd mind doing anything
with you, you'll have to get to know me better. Now, what would you like?"
"How about something a bit off-beat?"
"Fair enough. How about a fuck in which you hold your knees together and I fuck you
from the front?"
"That's possible?"
"Uh-huh. And a lot of fun, or so I've heard, for the girl as well as the guy. C'mon, lie
down on the grass and I'll show you how it works."
Pamela lay down in a hurry, because to her already-considerable horniness was added a
large dose of curiosity.
Once she had her knees tightly together, Henry came and got on top of her, with one
of his knees on either side of hers. Then, holding his prick in his right hand while
supporting his body on his left, he slid it between her thighs and into her cunt.
As she felt the rod penetrate her hole, she saw that the position was not only possible
but really great. The reason that it was possible was that her thighs were fleshy enough
to be easily pushed out of the way, while most of her cunt was in the belly, where it
wasn't affected by the position her legs were in. It made her cunt a lot tighter, though,
because her cunt-lips were pressed between her thighs and his cock.
"You like?" Henry asked. Pamela could remember Pete asking a similar question, but
there was all the difference in the world between the way the questions were asked.
With Pete, it was intended to bolster his ego. With Henry, it was a genuine question,
intended to insure that she was having a good time.
The look in Pamela's eyes was evidence enough of how much she liked the way in
which her cunt-lips were pressed between her thighs and his cock, of how much she
liked having his dick inside her. So without more ado, he started to fuck away.
"Mmmmm, keep fucking, keep fucking," she said as she felt the wonderful friction
between her legs.
He did keep fucking, and as he did so, he kept pressing his lips against her and telling
her by that means as surely as he was doing with his prick how very, very fond of her
he was.
"Uh! Uh! Uh!" she gasped at one of the rare intervals when his lips were not glued to
hers. She was really getting wound up, really strung out by the constant gentle motion
of his cock between her legs as he drove it time and again deep, deep into her box.
"Please... I've got... to... come..." she gasped. But if Henry wouldn't have ever dreamed
of doing something that a girl didn't want, or of not doing something that she did
want, he was also experienced enough to know that when a woman said she "had" to
come, it was her way of easing the tension she felt but did not necessarily mean that she
wanted that tension destroyed right away by an orgasm. Henry was able to tell by the
tone of voice just whether or not a girl meant that she really "had" to come.
So he didn't work her for her come quite yet, but he knew from the way her body was
responding to his that she was getting hot awfully fast, and he guessed that he should
bring her off pretty soon.
Which was good, because she was such a perfect lay, and he liked her so much, that his
own cock wasn't going to be able to wait around too much longer. It was already stiffer
than he could ever remember it being, and that was saying an awful lot.
Buck! Buck! Buck!
"G-Got to come!" she gasped, and Henry could tell from her tone that she really meant
that with all her heart and with all her cunt.
So with one, two, three, four good strokes, he brought her off, with her pussy clutching
at his cock, her pelvis trying to buck and heave under his weight, her head tossing from
side to side, her breath coming in great furious pants.
COME! COME! COME! COME! Wow! He'd never had a girl get off quite as big as
this before, but then he'd never gotten off quite this big in any other girl himself. His
cock was spewing away like it wanted to turn itself inside out, and he could feel every
muscle in his loins pulse and quiver.
At last they were done, and after lying on top of her for a moment as they both caught
their breath, Henry eased himself out of her. They didn't say anything because it was
easier for them to express what they felt with a lingering kiss, which they did.
"Time to go back, honey," he said. "I'm meeting a guy I knew from school for lunch."
"Yeah, I've got to get back, too," she said. They mounted and headed back to the stable.
They covered a good deal of the distance at a canter, and as they reined in, Henry said,
"That was a really fine run the horses gave us."
"Of course," she said, patting Devil on the neck. "They just had to stand around all the
time, so they're still fresh. Didn't have to do any work at all, did you, Devil? Well, I
guess that Devil had to do some work," she added, thinking of the tongue-job that the
horse had given her.
"I don't know if I'd call that work," Henry said with a smile.
They parted with Henry promising to call her the next day, and Pamela went home in a
state of wild excitement at the wonderful experience she'd had. She called Cindy to tell
her about how she'd revised her opinion of men as sex partners, and Cindy was glad to
hear it. In the last few days she'd been dating a nice guy from school, and she'd told an
unbelieving Pamela that she was really missing something by not giving human sex
another chance.
After hanging up, Pamela went up to her room, and there she found Baronet waiting
for her. She'd had plenty of fucking that morning, and didn't feel particularly horny,
but her curiosity made her decide to see what she'd think of a dog-fuck now that she'd
had a good one from a guy. She was sure that Henry would come off the winner, but
only an experiment could tell for sure.
She lay on her back to make the comparison as similar as possible, and pulled the
poodle up onto the bed with her. As soon as she had positioned him with his cock near
her cunt he slipped it in and began to fuck.
Pamela realized that constantly checking every detail of the fuck and measuring each
one against its counterpart would make the whole business silly, since she'd be too
preoccupied to be able to receive whatever pleasure Baronet could offer her. So she just
tried to he back and let her mind go blank while he worked his cock back and forth
inside her cunt.
Baronet was feeling pretty horny that morning, since he hadn't had a fuck since the
evening before, and the big black poodle was fucking away with very fast, powerful
strokes. It was the speed that was most different, Pamela realized vaguely, even as she
tried to keep herself from making such comparisons.
Baronet was really enjoying this screw, and a good portion of his high spirits translated
themselves into extra pleasure for Pamela's pussy. There was something about the quick
way in which her labia were rubbed against her clit, something about the sharp staccato
action in her twat, that was really very, very nice. Pamela felt her clit get more and
more excited, felt her pussy lubricate more and more as the furious fucking continued.
"Nice!" she murmured. "Very nice."
It really was, too, and one result of that was the way her tits became so swollen and
tender. She cupped them in her hands and thumbed the hard nipples, which were so
sensitive now that they both demanded to be touched and could hardly stand it when
their demand was met.
Working her, really working...
Pamela knew that she was almost there, knew that her cunt was right on the edge of
her come...
And then, suddenly, she felt a surge in her quim as Baronet's rod fired its first shot. The
extra stimulus of his quivering cock, the mere knowledge that he was coming inside
her, were all it took to send her pussy blasting, and the two of them orgasmed together,
her cunt clutching at his spewing dog-cock!
When it was over and the poodle had withdrawn, she wondered idly how the fuck
compared to the one she had gotten from Henry that morning. And then she realized
that there was no basis for real comparison. Physically they were both very, very nice,
though very different, but the tenderness and love which went into Henry's fuck placed
it on a completely different level from Baronet's, a completely different and much
higher level. But Pamela knew she was a hot girl whose cunt craved plenty of action,
and since Henry didn't mind her having sex with animals, she knew that there was still
a lot of fun that she and Baronet could have together for a long, long time.


THE END
