HER THREE DOG NIGHT
By John Kellerman


Foreword

While the negative aspects of egotism and ambition are all too apparent, it is also true
that for a man and woman to function adequately and maturely in society, it is
necessary to have a certain amount of healthy self-confidence.
When a man or woman lacks self-confidence on the sexual level, their difficulty can be
all too apparent in nearly every aspect of their lives. It is often necessary to be sure of
one's identity as a man or woman in order to be successful.
At age nineteen and unemployed, Cathy, an aspiring model, suffers from a lack of
sexual maturity and confidence. Although she knows she is attractive, she is still afraid
to fully respond as a woman. It is only when she learns to appreciate her sensual nature
to its fullest that she becomes a confident and successful adult.
HER THREE DOG NIGHT is a novel about a woman's struggle to free herself from
long-standing fears and inhibitions, and take her place as a fully functioning,
independent, and responsive adult.
-The Publisher


Chapter 1

It started on Friday evening. I hadn't had a modeling job for three weeks and had been
sitting around the apartment seeing how bored I could get. Not enough money to go
shopping for so much as a pair of cheap panties. Then Jeanette came busting in the
door all smiles, giving me her usual argument as to why I should double date with her
that evening.
"You haven't even given the guy a chance, Cathy. He doesn't have any deformities that
I know of." She gave me a sly look. Usually I'd have laughed but I wasn't in the mood.
My half of the rent was due and I didn't have a cent. Jeanette had been carrying me out
of the goodness of her funky little heart.
"I don't know," I told her, "the guy just doesn't appeal to me. He's nice-looking and all
but..."
"But what? He drives a Jag and has a place in the mountains I've been dying to see.
Unless we all double date, Jerry and I won't get to spend a weekend up in the hills."
Jeanette was pulling off her clothes, stringing them across the apartment as she talked.
"I want to fuck in the pines." She giggled. "If Jerry can get one up. He has trouble
when we're outside."
I went to the kitchen and got me a beer, got me one of Jeanette's beers. "He just thinks
so much of himself. I mean even his name... Roland. Is that any kind of name to take
seriously? Seriously!"
"You're a little picky for someone who can't even buy a hot dog." Jeanette swept into
the bedroom and I followed. She was down to her panties now, standing in front of the
dresser combing her hair. She had black hair that reached to her waist. Almost. It was
shiny and lustrous. Mine was dishwater blonde. I'd whacked it off and gotten a frizz
style. For me, it looked pretty good. But Jeanette... wow! She wasn't an inch less than
five-eight, with tits like big grapefruits. And the fact of her being so slender, so leggy,
made those big tits stand out all the more. She was slender in the back and shoulders
too. When she put on a jersey or a sweater she could stop traffic. She had a knack for
underdressing, too. Floppy tennis shoes sometimes, or moccasins run down at the heels.
Cutoff jeans and a tie-dyed shirt. The kind of T-shirt that didn't make it to her navel.
But she could paint up her nails and put on sandals and a silky dress and wow – that
black hair streaming behind her as she floated along! I could see why Jerry was crazy
about her. She had twisted that dude's head around bad.
Not that I couldn't hold my own with guys. I was a model after all. I just wasn't as
uninhibited as Jeanette. But I had my own way of getting looks. I did what I could with
my hair. The frizz had helped. My height was a little short for a model. But I had neat
little breasts that did justice to the new fashions. And my ass was slim and firm. I was
what you'd call compact, but not heavy. And I knew how to show off my legs. I liked
peasant dresses that were cut a bit short. I had a nice tan so I looked good in white.
Earth shoes didn't look clunky on me like they did on some chicks. Maybe because I
had such small feet.
But though I dated, I didn't date like Jeanette. Though I'd had sex and some of it pretty
good, I still held back with guys. I don't know what it was. I just couldn't really let
myself go like Jeanette did. She was so carefree about it! I tried. I even forced myself
sometimes to be cooler about casual sex. It just didn't come easy.
"So you're gonna sit here all night brooding while Jerry and I are having a ball
somewhere?" Jeanette frowned at me. Her big Collie had come into the room and
started licking my hand. I scratched him behind the ears. Koko, my television
companion.
"Hi Koko," I said. "Let's watch TV again tonight, okay?"
"Roland is dying to take you out again. I mean you really got to him that first date. I
guess he's used to getting girls to take it off when he gives the signal. You didn't.
Roland was impressed." Jeanette pulled a dress up over her willowy legs. "You could
take him for a nice little ride, Cathy. You don't have to spend the rest of your life with
him, for Christ's sake! Just let him spend some money on you!"
"I'll think about it." I drank more beer. Koko was awfully amorous tonight. "Get away,
you crazy dog, you've got my knee all wet."
I didn't see Jeanette sneaking up behind me. The beer went spilling across the rug when
she hugged my shoulders and pulled me down backwards on the bed. She had her
jump rope wrapped around one of my ankles before I could fight back. She got me with
a pillow. I was kind of loose and felt like tussling.
"Hey, don't tickle!" I said. But she wouldn't let me up and wouldn't stop working her
fingers under my arms. I felt the end of the jump rope being knotted around the other
ankle. Jeanette had pulled the rest of it under the end of the bed somehow.
"Got you!"
"No you don't!" I sat up and reached for the rope that bound one of my ankles but
Jeanette hit me good with a pillow and I went back laughing. Now she was using my
exercise rope, the one I tied to doorknobs and worked out with. She looped one wrist,
cinched it at a bedpost and started to work on the other. Now I was really trying to
fight back. I knew she had the advantage, even if I had use of my feet and hands. But
now I was in a bad way, especially since I couldn't stop laughing.
"You silly little bitch," Jeanette teased, "I'm going to torture you into going with me!
You'll see the light." She laughed like Dracula as the other loop was pulled around my
wrist and she jerked my arms up. There I was on my back, spread-eagled, trying to
squirm away from Jeanette's tickling fingers.
"Nice roomie I got! Really nice!" I cried.
She got up and surveyed her work. I wiggled like crazy but couldn't do anything with
the ropes. Koko bounced from room to room barking like mad. He always got high
when we had a good wrestle.
"First a picture to show Roland." Jeanette got out her Polaroid camera and hooked up
the flash.
"Damn it, Jeanette, enough is enough." I still wasn't mad but I could get that way pretty
quick. The flash made spots behind my eyes and I blinked and shook my head at her.
Jeanette came over and jerked my skirt up. I couldn't believe it when she unbuttoned
my blouse and laid it open. I never wore a bra! The flash went off again and I could
imagine the picture. I didn't have to. Jeanette dangled it in front of my face and I
watched it develop in living color.
"Damn you, damn you, damn you!" I shouted.
"Roland will at least have something," she giggled, looking at the picture. "Hmmmmm,
not bad. If I was a guy, I'd be very intrigued by this little snapshot." She put it on the
dresser and slipped into her clothes for the evening. As she tied up a sandal she
watched me struggling against the ropes. "I've got to go down to the drugstore for some
things. That'll give you twenty minutes or so to think things over. Maybe I'll get a yes
out of you by the time I return." She smiled with mock wickedness.
"Jeanette, you let me loose right now, Goddamn it!"
"Not by the hair of my chinny-chin-chin." She cocked a leg out. "Does it turn you on,
being tied up and all?"
"No!"
"Just wondering." She swept out of the room and all my yelling and thumping around
on the mattress wouldn't bring her back. I heard the front door close. Okay. So that
was her little game. I could wait her out. And I wasn't going to go on that date with
Roland Bakersfield. To hell with him. I stared at the ceiling and tried not to think about
time. The ropes around my ankles were okay, but the one at my wrist cut a little. I
heard Koko jingling around through the house. He panted into the bedroom and put
his front paws on the edge of the bed.
"Hi, sweetheart. See what your mistress did to me?" He gave a whine and bounced on
up. My dress was pulled up around my waist and my blouse was unbuttoned. Koko
sniffed. And that was when I started to shiver a little. I pulled on the ropes. Nothing. I
was going nowhere fast. And Koko was nosing one bare tit. Now I was scared!
"Okay, Koko, get down now!" Koko looked at I me and went back to nosing my right
tit. Then he began lapping at my tender nipples. I arched my back and trembled. The
sensation was like nothing I'd ever experienced. I'd had guys suck my tits a little before,
but this!
"Koko... baby... get down now... uhhhhnnnnn!" He was going at me hard. His teeth
tickled my small swell, his tongue sucked at it. He put his big paw in the middle of my
belly and that started me on a different kind of trip.
"Ohhh... Koko... please, Koko, get down off the bed baby!" But Koko seemed to like
my taste. He was whimpering real funny in his throat and working on the other breast
now. I tried to keep my ass still, but the big muscles were contracting all by themselves.
I was having a hell of a time keeping still. I strained against the ropes at my ankles,
tried to close my thighs. No good. Koko put his front paws on either side of my body
and went at it hard.
"Mmmmmmmm... nooooooooo... Koko get the hell off me!" I was looking down under
his chest, down between his legs when I saw his cock, red and glistening like all dogs'
are when they're excited. I guess cocks kind of hide back in that furry little covering,
that sheath. And when a dog gets hot, his cock expands just like a man's prick. And
when it expands, it gets longer. A lot longer! I couldn't believe there was that much red,
raw meat up inside Koko's belly!
"Jesus, Koko, stop!" He nosed my belly but then the dress got in his way. He stepped
around my legs and caught a scent. I knew what he was smelling now. I could smell it
myself. My pussy was flooding like crazy. It always did whenever anyone fooled around
with my tits. A guy just rubbing a dry palm across my nipples could start my hot little
slit to pouring out juice by the teaspoonful. Sometimes it was downright embarrassing
the way my panties got soaked. And they were soaked like that now.
Koko bumped my mound with his muzzle Every muscle in my thigh stood out hard. I
was trying to keep still, hoping he would get bored and get the hell out of the room. He
whimpered and pulled his tongue up against the satiny, thin band of nylon that stood
between his mouth and my cunt.
The mixture of emotions I felt made me dizzy. First I was mad, really mad at my
devilish roommate, Jeanette. But the subtle friction of that nylon being shoved between
my cuntlips and pushed against my swollen clit dominated everything. I couldn't keep
still now. No way! That dog liked what he tasted. He was slopping it up! He was
catching his teeth in the lacy edge of the panty crotch and trying to stretch it out of the
way so he could get to the luscious, seepy morsel of female pussy underneath.
Hot shivers burned up and down my back. My belly heaved with the excitement of
being teased. I was nineteen years old and had never once experienced a man's mouth
against my cunt. I felt kind of funny about it, really. Not that I was dirty or anything. I
thought my pussy was as pretty as my tits or my ass or whatever. But it kind of
embarrassed me. That was it. When a guy started kissing down under my tits, I knew
where he was headed. By the time he got to my belly, I stopped him quick. Maybe he
wouldn't like the way I smelled. Or maybe he would get me so crazy I'd rub my cunt
against him and really lose control. More than anything, I was afraid that he would
want me to give him head, too. So even though I knew Jeanette got off on getting a
man's face between her thighs, I resisted. But now I couldn't resist. I was tied hand and
foot and Jeanette's big Collie was having a field day!
"Nooooooo! Koko... bad dog...!" No good. Koko was grunting like a pig as he tried to
jerk my dainty panties away from my cunt again. This time I heard a tear and felt the
elastic loosen around my waist. They shredded, but held. Or, I thought they held. Then
Koko really got his teeth into them. The next thing I saw was him flinging his head
back and forth, the delicate pale blue nylon hanging from his fangs.
"Oh God... Oh, God no! Oh, Koko... uhhnnnnnnnn... ohhhhhh!"
His tongue went along my cleft like hot honey. I bucked and quivered on the mattress.
I was breathing hard and sweating all over. Funny little tickles jolted along the insides
of my thighs. I couldn't keep from pointing my toes. Pointing them did something to
the muscles of my calves, thighs and ass, something so nice I couldn't stop doing it.
Now I sounded like a hungry little pig! I grunted and growled and wished Koko would
leave me the hell alone and wished he wouldn't too. I wasn't thinking straight anymore.
Koko had things going all his way. He had hunkered down on one of my thighs. I
could feel the hot, slick shaft of his cock against my knee as he pumped it slowly up
and down. His teeth gouged at my mound. The blonde fluff there was matted down in
tight curls from my slick juices and the dog's hot spit. He nursed at me gently now, the
tip of his tongue digging along my cuntlips. Each time he lapped, he ended by grazing
over the nubbin of my clit. It had swollen out from its hood. I could feel it pulsing as
my heart beat. My pussy was hot with blood and puffy feeling. Trickles of sex butter
coursed down the underside of my bottom and wet the sheet. I began to scream shrilly.
"Mmmmmmmm... ohhhhh, God... it's driving me crazy... Koko... K-K-Koko... s-s-stop!"
Koko looked at me with his head tilted. Then he licked back down my thighs,
searching, looking around. My pussy pulsed like a time bomb. It was about then I
realized that no matter how I felt about right and wrong, I hadn't really wanted. Koko
to stop licking my cunt at all! I felt horny as hell now, but that itchy, throbbing hunger
brought a groan from my throat.
"Koko... hurry, Koko... eat my pussy, Koko... please!!"
But Koko had been scolded and he wasn't sure about me anymore. He nosed down to
my ankles, tried a couple of toes. It felt heavenly, but it wasn't really what I wanted just
now. My pussy thumped inside my belly. I ground my ass against the sheets and wet
my teeth and lips. It felt good shoving my tongue out so I started doing that. Anything
to help it along! Ohhhhhh I wanted to come so bad!
"Koko! Here, Koko!" I humped my back, shoved my pelvis up at him. He watched the
slow circles I made with my pussy, sniffed and made a yipping sound. He was obviously
confused. But his raw, slender cock still bobbed under his belly. He was as hot as I was!
"Koko... eat me sweetheart! Eat me all up, baby!"
He turned and came back. I felt his front paws shoving at the insides of my thighs. A
tingle of goodness seemed to cover every square inch of my feverish skin. I gave a
shuddery cry of happiness as his tongue once again reached down almost to my asshole
and slopped back up. Instead of straining to close my legs like before, I cocked my
knees wider and thrust against his licks. I was fucking his mouth! I was pumping my
slit up and down as he burrowed hotly in the messy juice. I felt his small front teeth
scrape my clit, felt them nip gently at it. But it was his tongue that pulled me headlong.
I jerked against the jump rope, yanked at the exercise cord.
I burned all over with the thrill of approaching climax. I ached for release. My nipples
stood stiffly up from my small breasts. I wanted them to be touched too, but there was
only one dog! And he was doing the best he could now.
I came quickly! It was a sharp and hurty like a rough-bladed knife had been thrust
against my tender parts. Koko wasn't lightening up enough. He didn't know what the
hell was happening. I jerked and tears ran down my cheeks. My pussy spasmed,
squirting sex juice to cool the friction some. Oh it was good all right! But it was too
powerful, too intense to enjoy. I gasped like a fish out of water and bit my lip as I tried
to squirm on the mattress, trying to escape the hungry mouth of the excited Collie. He
was pumping his hot cock against my knee now.
"Ohhh... MMMMMMM... nooo... stop now, Koko... it's over! It's hurting me... stop!"
Koko was about to get his rocks off. I jerked my arms down in panic. One hand slipped
through the loop. With a cry I shoved the eager Collie's head away from my pussy and
covered the ravaged meat with my hand. He whimpered and licked my fingers but I
shook my head. He jumped off the bed, still working his haunches like he had six
inches inside something hot and wet and tight. I got the ropes off the bed and jerked
down my dress.
The front door slammed. I was trying to get my feet out of Jeanette's jump rope when
she swished into the room, gave a little yell and stopped with her hand over her mouth.
"Jesus Christ!"
"Your fucking dog attacked me!" I whined, producing more tears. Jeanette didn't have
to know that my cheeks were really wet because I'd come like a parachute popping
open. She rushed I across to me and got the other loop off my ankle.
"You mean, he was trying to..."
"I don't know what he was trying to do! I just know he ruined my panties.
Jeanette looked at Koko.
"You lousy bastard!" She took a swipe at him with the jumprope, but missed. Koko
bounded down the hall. "He just gets excited easy, you know. He thought you wanted
to play."
"I'm not blaming Koko. It was you who tied me up, dumdum."
"I'm sorry, Cathy baby." She hugged me and patted my back. I was still trembling but
not with fear. That orgasm had been maddening. Instead of feeling satisfied, I was still
panting for more. Thank God Jeanette didn't know. I got embarrassed easy about
things like that.
Jeanette put a last minute dab of perfume behind her ear and looked like she was
getting ready to leave. It was funny, but now that Koko had got my blood to
circulating, I was having second thoughts about hanging around the apartment. That
soft, hot licking had gotten my libido worked up something awful. I just knew that if I
hung around and tried to watch television, I'd break down sooner or later. That meant
undressing and getting in the bathtub and using the shampoo hose on myself. I'd
figured out a way so I could fit a douche nozzle on it and turn the water on hard
enough to make a tiny, strong stream. When I parted my thighs under the water and
held the nozzle close to my clit, the sensation was mind blowing! I liked to dance the
muted spray back and forth across my tumid little nubbin until I was about to get off.
Then I'd slip the douche nozzle into my pussy and work it around. I could tease myself
for thirty minutes like that and I always enjoyed it, though I felt guilty about it, too.
But tonight I was beginning to want to feel a male finger teasing around in my panties.
Even if it was Roland.
"Jeanette?"
"Yeah, honey?"
"Maybe I will go with you tonight."
Jeanette looked at me oddly, then said, "Great! But why the sudden change?"
"Can't a girl change her mind, for Christ's sake?" I went to the closet and picked out a
dress.
When I showed up with Jeanette for the date, Roland Bakersfield insisted that the four
of us go to his place in the mountains. He said it was his summer cabin. Some cabin! I
could tell he was excited that I'd come along and his excitement aroused me more than
anything. It was our second date, and I knew he'd try and get into my pants. So there
was a certain tension.
The ride up the canyon was nice. The stereo in the Jag was going and Jeanette was in
the back seat with Jerry rolling joints and passing them around. Roland kept looking at
me like I was a junior high girl or something. It was having an effect on me, too. My
pussy was steamy and damp and when I moved on the lush seat, my inner lips rubbed
my clit until I had to bite my tongue and stare out the side window to keep control.
That Koko had really worked me up!
We parked down the hill and walked up the rock stairway to Roland's cabin. Big
windows in front, shake shingles on the roof. It was a spread all right. Roland started a
fire to take the chill out of the cool summer mountain night. Jerry prowled around with
a beer. He had a terrific hard-on and Jeanette kept rubbing it through his jeans and
teasing. I really liked Jerry. He was tall and blond, and muscled like a guy should be
muscled. Not too much, not too little. He wore his hair collar length and sometimes I
felt like shoving my fingers through it. Actually, I don't think Jeanette would have
minded at all. She was pretty loose with her men.
Roland had a dark mustache and dark, curly hair. He wasn't bad-looking. I just didn't
go for mustaches all that much. But he was easy going tonight. He hadn't pushed. I
didn't know what to expect form here on out, but he was being nice. What I was
hoping for was a little stimulation.
We ate a light dinner and took our wine into the big front room. Jeanette was teasing
Jerry more all the time. I could tell she was in a sexy mood. Jeanette was always in a
sexy mood, I guess. Roland watched her playing around but mostly his eyes were on
me. In fact it was Roland who first said it.
"Hey, I have that big king-size in the bedroom that's just going to waste. Why don't the
four of us stretch out?" Roland rubbed his mustache. I swallowed hard and looked
straight ahead. Jerry smiled, shrugged. Jeanette looked at me, looked at Jerry, looked at
Roland.
"You guys..."
"Maybe it would be okay," Jerry said. Now he was looking at me! Jolts of something
went through my body. I was dizzy and short of breath and a little scared all at the
same time. I wished I was ten years old and playing in my parents' back yard. I wished
I was home asleep. And I wished Jerry and Roland would quit looking at me like that!
"Okay! Sure! Let's have an orgy!" I finally said.
"You don't have to," Roland said. His hand touched my wrist and stayed there. It felt
good. I tried to get my emotions into some kind of order.
"Really, I don't care. I'm just watching anyway," I said.
We all went into the bedroom. Roland dimmed the lights. We could just see each other
and that was it. Fine. Everybody started undressing. Everybody but me.
"Come on. You'll make us feel funny." Roland rubbed my back and started working at
the belt of my skirt. I let him. It wasn't so bad standing there in my panties. Jeanette
didn't even have any on anymore. She came up behind Roland and tickled him. Then
Jerry grabbed her and threw her down on the bed. As they tumbled over, I got a
glimpse of the thing that jutted from his crotch! Jeanette had told me stories about how
her man was hung. But I'd never imagined that huge cock! Roland slipped a finger
under the elastic of my panties.
"Hey, you smell good!" He licked my neck. I was shaking. I didn't know quite what
from – I wasn't some silly virgin, after all. I was nineteen. I'd gone with a guy in
college for a year, off and on. I'd had a cock inside my body enough times not to be
frightened of it. But I still kept trembling.
Roland worked my jersey off and started kissing my tits. I remembered how it had felt
when Koko had done the same thing. I was loosening up now, getting awfully wet
between my thighs. Roland ran his hands over my belly. It felt shivery and good and I
closed my eyes and let my head loll back against his shoulder. Then one of his fingers
found my crack and he plunged down past my clit, down, down. I felt the pressure as
my muscles were opened and he entered my cunt. I gasped and felt weak-kneed. It was
lucky he was holding me up. He slipped his pants off. When he hugged me again I felt
his cock against one cheek of my ass. It was hot and a little sticky on the bottom.
"You've got a great body," he whispered. His tongue dipped into my ear and I lost the
rhythm of my breathing. Colors swirled before my closed lids. I'd smoked enough grass
to make the bedroom seem trippy and strange. And this guy Roland – I really didn't
know him very well, but he had a pretty nice build, even if he wasn't as tall as Jerry.
Roland rubbed the inside of my thighs. He was slipping my skimpy underwear down.
"I want to eat your pussy," he breathed. I went stiff. But Roland didn't seem to notice.
My panties puddled at my ankles and he pulled me toward the bed. It was all
happening so fast. Jeanette lay on her back, knees bent and wide apart. There was a line
of drool on her chin and she kept tossing her head back and forth. I couldn't bear to
look at Jerry. He was rooting like a pig in the tangled black curls of her crotch.
"Honey...!" she babbled. "Ohhhhhh honey!"
I was embarrassed beyond words! This was the first time I'd ever seen another couple
fucking! Jeanette confided all her secrets to me. But I never thought I'd be in a situation
where I actually witnessed her fucking. It wasn't... right. And I didn't want anyone
looking at me, either.
Roland hugged me as we lay on our side of the huge bed. Jeanette kept grunting and
bouncing on the mattress. I couldn't think of anything else. What was Jerry doing to
her that felt so good? Sure, he was eating her out. But Koko had done that to me and it
wasn't so hot. Oh, I'd been excited all right. Really excited. But it had hurt when I'd
come. I could rub myself better than that with a little musk oil on the tip of my pinky.
That's the finger I liked to use. My pinky.
"No!" I caught Roland's head just when he was starting to kiss a line down my belly.
"I don't mind if it's your period," he said. My face went beet red.
"It's not my period. I just don't... feel like it."
He kept licking around under my tits. I let him. I was trying to relax but it felt like
there was a big coil spring inside my body that wouldn't let go. Jeanette had plunged
her fingers into Jerry's long hair and was pulling his juice-slick face hard against her
pussy.
"Aaahhhhhh... Goddamn... Jerreeeeee!"
It was as if they didn't know anyone else was in the room with them. How could they
do it so freely, so unashamedly? Not that a person had to be ashamed of sex, but it was
a private thing, wasn't it? I felt terribly mixed up. Roland was sucking wetly at the
deepest part of my navel. It made trembly thrills in my breasts.
"Don't, Roland... I-I... Ohhhhhh!" His mouth was lower. I couldn't seem to summon
the strength to stop him, but somehow I closed my thighs tight. He kissed my knees
then and kept petting my belly with his hands.
Jeanette was coming. She was making enough noise to let it be known for miles around,
it seemed. The bed bounced and she thrust her bottom up and down frantically. I didn't
want to, but I watched. I couldn't see what Jerry was doing exactly because her thigh
was in the way. I was glad of that. I could imagine, though. His tongue teasing the raw,
swollen membranes. And he was doing something with his hands too. Fingerfucking
her, maybe. She jerked and clawed at the bed with her heels. Then she went limp and
Jerry sat back on his knees. His chin and cheeks and lips were shiny with her juice. He
looked at me and I turned my face away like I'd never seen a thing. But Jerry knew. He
crawled over on hands and knees, the mattress bouncing under us all.
There was some kind of code I couldn't pick up. Roland and Jerry exchanged a brief
glance and then Jerry was kissing me all of a sudden. Just like that! Roland kept fooling
around my knees and thighs and tickling the hair of my mound. And Jerry kissed me!
"Ohhmmmmmmmnnoooo!" I gasped, but he kept shoving his tongue between my lips
until I had to open them. I just about fainted from the smell of Jeanette's pussy all over
him. It wasn't a bad smell. Lots of times I sniffed my own fingers when I was through
fingerfucking myself and I kind of liked the aroma. But this wasn't my smell! This was
Jeanette's smell, Jeanette's slippery juice against my cheeks and chin! It wasn't the odor
as much as it was the idea of the whole thing. Jerry had eaten Jeanette's pussy and then
shoved his tongue deep into my mouth.
"Nommmmmooouhhhh. Mmmmmm!"
I couldn't make him stop. He rubbed my tit with a finger and kissed me to death! In
spite of my fainty, uncertain state of mind, I was starting to get turned on. My legs
relaxed some. Roland shoved my knees apart and ran a finger deep into my pussy. I
could feel him working it around up inside me, gouging gently against the delicate
walls of my cunt. I was panting hard through my nose and still Jerry wasn't going to
quit kissing me!
I turned my head to the side finally, ending the kissing. And there he was, hung like a
mule. I just looked, amazed. It was closer than I'd ever been to a prick. Even when I'd
gone with that guy that one year in college, I'd never fooled with him much, never
really looked. And he'd never looked at me. We were pretty much the same type, shy, a
little embarrassed by the whole sex thing.
Jerry grabbed one of my hands and pulled it under him, between his thighs. I recoiled
but he dragged it back and uncurled my fingers from the fist I was trying to keep.
"Go ahead, it won't bite you."
"Nooooo!" But I touched him. I just let my hand go limp and touched him. He was hot
and stiff and heavy. My heart pounded. He shoved my hand close again and forced my
fingers to curl around the shaft. I did what he wanted, but that was all. I wanted out of
this whole thing. I wanted- "Ohhhhhh... mmmmmnoooo!" Roland had shoved his
mouth against my clit. He was working the hot little nubbin in circles, pushing it down
into its own folds, sucking and biting at it until I was writhing in agonized ecstasy on
the bed.
Jerry put his mouth around one of my tits. I held my breath when he sucked it deep. It
felt like he was trying to swallow it and his tongue ravaged the nipple until I felt the
fresh flood of juice rush from between my cuntlips.
"You're so small and pretty," Jerry whispered. I wondered what Jeanette might think if
she could hear her boy friend coming on like that. "I want to fuck you in the ass."
"Nooooo. Please! – I don't want to do this anymore! Both of you please stop!"
Roland held my knees apart. He was rooting deeper with his tongue. He could fuck me
with it, sliding so deep that it felt like a small cock! And when I tried to wiggle out of
the way, it only rubbed me in a way that brought new fire to my cunt.
Jerry was kissing my shoulders and tits and neck and pumping his hips so that his
cockshaft slipped back and forth in my grasp. I tried to turn loose twice, but he made
me grab him again. I turned away from his hot kisses and was looking straight at that
huge cock again.
"Nooooo! Ohhh, let me up! Hurry!" Jerry groaned in a strange, suddenly savage way.
He bobbed his ass around and thrust in and out through the circle of my fingers. A
drop of clear fluid from his cock hit my arm. Then I lurched up and tried to push him
away.
Jerry's face twisted as if someone had knifed him. When I let go of his cock, he
staggered around on the bed on his knees, trying to grab at me. But it was like he was
having some kind of fit. He didn't quite have the coordination anymore. He pumped
his ass and his cock flopped heavily as another droplet formed at the end.
Somehow I shoved Roland from between my thighs. He looked at me with surprise and
anger. Then I saw Jeanette moving. She had seen what had happened and jumped onto
her knees in front of Jerry. She pushed him down roughly and grabbed frantically at his
huge cock. My eyes went wide as I saw her mouth open and then plunge onto Jerry's
cock.
"Oh, God!" I cried, hardly believing my eyes. The noise she made! That suckling, juicy
sound as she groveled on her knees between his spread thighs. I saw her fingers
massaging Jerry's balls, sliding the two eggs around wildly as she took him into her
throat again. I could see the soft flesh under her chin swell as she worked her tongue
back and forth along the underside of his cockshaft. Then the sucking, wet sound
changed. There was something slick and popping added to it. It was Jerry's cum! It was
crackling hot and spurty inside her mouth. Jeanette's nostrils flared and I saw a droplet
of milky fluid drip out one of them.
That was when I turned my head away and rolled off the bed.
I didn't know where I was going. I just ran. Naked. Scared. Crying and banging against
chairs and tables. It was a big house. There was a door. I opened it and found stairs. A
rush of warm air filtered up from below. I didn't know and didn't care where I was
heading. I went on down the stairs in the darkness. I slid my hand along the wall,
searching for a switch. The door swung closed behind me and when I felt my way back
up, I found it locked. I pounded angrily.
"What a dumb way to have a door fixed!" I yelled. No one came. No one heard me.
They were going on with their hellish orgy upstairs. I went down the steps again, foot
by foot. There was a rug at the bottom. I felt my way deeper into the pitch black room.
And then I froze.
"Oh, God, nooooo!" Something moved to my tight. Something was padding across the
room towards me. My stomach bucked with fear. My blood seemed to stop flowing.
And then a hot, wet tongue shoved up the inside of one thigh. I felt ears, mouth, back.
It was a dog! And there in the darkness I was sure it was as big as a Shetland pony.
Thank God he wasn't growling. But he was doing something else that was even worse!
I was on my hands and knees, crawling, babbling, crying. The dog leaped and the
scream froze in my throat.


Chapter 2

When Jeanette heard Cathy run crying from the room, she felt awful. But what could
she do? At that moment her boy friend was shoving his lovely, big cock in and out of
her mouth and she was sucking for dear life. She knew that Cathy had been holding
Jerry's cock in her hand and knew that he had almost freaked when her blonde
roommate had freaked out and run from he room in a fit. Jeanette liked Cathy, really
she did. Oh, sure, she was young and not too experienced, and Jeanette wanted to
change that. Cathy had so much potential. She could be a super swinger. Roland
thought so, too.
Jeanette curled her tongue around Jerry's throbbing cocktip that was sliding back and
forth. Another thick glop of cream oozed out and she wolfed it down. She loved to eat
cum! Loved it past all reason. Even Jerry didn't realize how wild she was about the
salty, sour taste. And now, as Jerry worked his hot cum down her throat, Jeanette was
thinking about Roland. He lay dejected on the bed beside them. Cathy had blown it.
"Ahhh, baby... you're the best. The living best!" Jerry fell backwards on the bed, his
cocktip coming clear of her lips with a slippery pop. Jeanette dabbed at the corners of
her mouth with her tongue and looked hungrily at Roland. Jerry looked dead to the
world. And though they'd never really been crazy at any gathering, she felt it was the
time and the place for her to chase her fantasy. She had never sucked two men, one
right behind the other. And here she was with two men – one just milked, the other in
need.
She dropped down beside him and gave him a big smile. Roland grinned back.
"Hey?" she whispered.
"Hey yourself." He put a hand on her tits. "Christ, you've got big tits. Lovely big tits."
"Glad you like them." Her fingers played along his thigh. By the time she teased close
to his cock, it was steely hard again. "Looks like Cathy disappointed you."
"No big thing."
"She's young. You'll have to give her another chance." Jeanette was actually thinking of
how much she liked Roland's cock. It fit her hand very nicely – not as big as Jerry's,
but nice all the same. She let a finger dig down into the soft balls.
"I want to suck your cock," she said, proud that she could look him in the eyes without
blinking when she said it. Even Roland was a little taken aback. But he smiled and
nodded and pulled her cummy mouth close so he could kiss it.
"You're beautiful," he said. "I wish..." He shook his head. "Never mind what I wish."
"I know what you're thinking, but I've already got a pretty nice old man." She glanced
at Jerry. He was snoring lightly. His big cock lay curved over one thigh. Even unloaded
it was bigger than most guys hard.
"Yeah. Jerry's okay all right." Roland moved his hips.
"You're eager, aren't you."
"After Cathy worked me up and then ran away..."
"You can't call her a prick-tease, Roland. I know her. She's not a prick-tease. She's just
got some hang ups, that's all." Jeanette kissed his chest or emphasis.
"You sure don't."
"No, I hung all my hang ups away somewhere. Now I'm just living. Living to have a
good time." Roland lay his head back and closed his eyes. Jeanette worked her way
down his firm belly. He was pretty hairy and she liked that fine. She liked my man who
looked okay. Hair, no hair. It didn't matter. She was massaging his balls now, working
the slick eggs around and around. Roland groaned with excitement.
"Slow or fast?" she asked him.
"Slow... yeah... slow."
He smelled good. She liked men who smelled good. It was their sweat, or maybe it had
to do with what they ate. Anyway, Roland smelled good. She nuzzled his cock with her
nose and it jumped to meet her. He was circumcised, unlike Jerry. That didn't matter
either. Sometimes Jerry tasted good because of the natural lubrication around his
covered cocktip. But this was going to be good too. She let Roland feel the tip of her
tongue and edged it around the flared crown. He moved his hips slowly on the bed.
"Like that?"
"Jesus..."
She made a trough and slid it down the underside of his shaft. She didn't want to take
him inside her mouth yet. She wanted to tease him some, prime him. She moved her
tongue back and forth, deepening the trough until she was making soft friction along
the sides of his cock too. She looked up over Roland. His chest was heaving rapidly.
She got up onto her knees and worked her way between his parted knees. Now she
could get down to business. She bobbed her head up and down over the stiff, hot cock.
It swelled bigger in her mouth as the soft, velvet-slick friction continued. Roland tried
to grab her head, but she thrust his hands away with a giggle. The poor guy. He was
acting like he hadn't ever had any good head. But she intended to take care of him, take
care of him good. She pulled her head up until only the last quarter inch of his cock
rested between her lips. She tongued back and forth to massage the sensitive opening
there. Roland held his breath and squirmed like a dying snake. Then, very slowly,
Jeanette eased her head down, down, down. His cock filled her mouth, poked up into
the entrance of her throat and still she took more. It was hard to control the reflexes
that made her gag, but she'd practiced many times on Jerry's big cock. When she
wanted to, she could. Roland's cockhead slipped into her throat! Then she swallowed
and the delicate membrane behind he tongue massaged his taut, blue tip.
Her pussy was leaking again, leaking slick butter. She moved her hips to let it out. Her
clit was rubbed sexily by her cunt lips.
"MMMmmmmm" she cooed, keeping his cock deep as she swallowed again, and again.
He stiffened and began to make grunting noises deep in his throat. Time to lay back.
Jeanette cooled him down. She took her mouth completely away for a moment, jacking
his shaftskin with her circled finger and thumb. Up, up, and down. When she brought
her hand down, the swollen head swelled even larger. It looked about to burst blood all
over everything. The image amused her. She jacked him slowly, teasingly. He arched
his back and tried to fuck her working fingers. She stopped and began to lick at his
balls. She took one and then both of them into her mouth and sucked them with her
tongue, all the time playing with Roland's cockskin, but not fast enough to bring him
off – just playing, holding him back, building up pressure.
She remembered something. Something Jerry had liked once. She let Roland's balls
loose and stuck her middle finger deep into her mouth, wetting it thoroughly. Then she
snuck it behind his balls, back until she could touch the tight, dry pinch of his asshole.
"Uhhhnnnnnn," he groaned as she gingerly worked her finger against the closed hole.
"Ghaaaaaa!"
"Relax, damn it!" She kissed his cocktip and Roland seemed to loosen up a little. She
kissed him again and felt the tight opening actually loosen slightly. Quickly she
wormed her finger inside. Roland brought his hips off the bed, holding his breath.
"Easy, easy... don't freak."
"That's... really weird," Roland managed. He was having a hard time breathing. Jeanette
wriggle her finger and slid it deeper. She could feel the heat of his insides, as her finger
slid knuckle deep. His cock sagged slightly as she poked around for the swollen lump of
his gland. She found it easily. It was like a loaded pistol tucked under his cock and
balls, hidden in the dark recesses of his body. She pushed her fingertip against it. His
cock rose and then shrank again. Roland gasped for air.
"What... Uhn..." Roland was having a hard time keeping his cool. Jeanette liked to
make guys lose their cool. She wormed her finger deeper, watching the look on
Roland's face. When she was far as she could go, she began massaging his gland with a
steady, rhythmic pressure. Then she opened her mouth and sucked his cocktip into her
throat. Roland writhed on the bed, muscles ridged out from the tension. Jeanette was
thrilled by his excitement now. She lapped her hot tongue along the veined bottom of
his prick. When she danced her tongue at the two lobes under the head Roland began
to jerk all over. His cock swelled huge in her mouth and she could feel more blood
being dammed up. She looked up long enough make him a little frantic.
"Good?"
"Ahhhhh... shit yes!" He urged her head down again and she let his bursting prick slide
over her teeth, her tongue, and into her throat again. It was fun to tease. She let loose
again.
"How slow do you like it, baby?"
Roland grabbed. Her hair. "Not that s-s-slow!" She looked down at his cock. It was
beginning to throb, beginning to come. A droplet of milky jizz grew at the tiny slit.
Jeanette giggled, and slipped her tongue around the flared head in slow circles. Roland
wanted to fuck deep into her throat, but couldn't find her mouth. She saw a tiny
fountain rise and lapped the gooey stuff up. Poor guy. She was murdering him.
"Here we go!" she breathed and dropped her mouth over his entire length. She could
get all of him inside. That was just about impossible with Jerry. Jerry was a horse.
Roland squirmed and grunted with pleasure as she bobbed her head quickly up and
down, sucking voraciously at the powerful spurts that exploded from his balls. More
cum! It was lovely stuff. It was rich and slick and the scent made her slip a hand down
to her cunt and dig deep. She had a picture of herself in her mind... one finger up
Roland's ass, one finger on her clit and her mouth full of cock! She wondered if her
black hair looked sexy the way it hung down over Roland's thighs and belly. She
rubbed her clit until it was tumid with blood. She could still feel the jolts of thick cream
shooting up the tube at the bottom of Roland's cockshaft.
"Jeanette... you suck so good... so fucking goooood!"
She lifted her head and wiped her chin. There was a slick film on her teeth and she ran
her tongue around, feeling it, tasting it. She was smiling, her tummy full of fresh, hot
cum. Jeanette patted Roland's thigh. He was on his back with his eyes closed. His cock
was slowly retracting. A very nice man, very nice. She glanced at Jerry, comparing
them. Jerry was beautiful; there wasn't any doubt about that. But she was so used to
Jerry. That's why she'd been urging Cathy to double date, so she could get to know
Roland, see what his place looked like.
"You okay?" she asked.
"Mmmmmm." Roland was about to go to sleep. She worked her finger around in her
pussy a little more. She was hot. If she stayed with it, she could come easy. But she
wanted to save it for something special. Maybe if Jerry woke up in a little while she
could get him to do something weird, something different. That's what she was really
looking for something different.
Jeanette slipped into her clothes and left the bedroom quietly. It was warm and breezy
out on the front porch. From there she could see the lights of a nearby cabin, a smaller
place than Roland's. It was set back in the trees on the other side of a ravine. She could
see a path and a wooden footbridge leading in that direction. She was pretty high, and
she was curious. She went down the path, her black hair flailing behind her. At the
bridge there was a small wooden sign, handcarved. John Williamson. Dogs Boarded and
Trained.
Roland's neighbor, probably. She grasped the handrail and started across. She knew
that people in the mountains were friendly, and it was one of her favorite games to
invite herself in at a party. With her looks, she was never refused and often became the
star attraction. Well, maybe she could at least get a drink. She wasn't really bored and
didn't want to get that way. Hanging around waiting for Roland and Jerry to wake up
would be boring. And she wasn't in the mood to go find out where Cathy had hidden
to sulk. She could try and talk some sense into Cathy later. Now there was more fun to
be had. She was close enough to the cabin to hear music playing on a phonograph. She
passed a window where a gauze curtain shut out the room inside. But she stopped,
anyway. There was a voice, a young girl's voice. A really young girl!
"Nooo... hold him... he's too big!"
Jeanette swallowed. Her mouth was a little dry. Her heart fluttered excitedly. What was
going on? There was a scuffling noise and a sound... a growl. No man had made that
sound. The girl's voice came again. It was gasping, passionate. Barks. The sound of a
whip!
Jeanette hugged her shoulders and stepped back away from the window. She turned and
almost headed back to the footbridge and the safety of Roland's big cabin. She couldn't
seem to make up her mind what to do. Her mind swam with imagined horrors. But she
quickly realized she was making all that up. She didn't know anything for sure. All
she'd heard were sounds. She moved closer to the window again. There was a small slit
where she could peek through. She leaned forward, her hands on the sill. Her tits
heaved with her excitement. She felt a familiar tickle between her damp cuntlips. She
hadn't bothered with her panties this time and just slipped on her dress. A night breeze
touched her taut curls, reminding her how naked she was.
Yes, she could see something. She could see the girl. The girl wasn't over fifteen or
sixteen! Jeanette put her hand over her mouth and stumbled back from the window.
When she moved close again, she slipped a hand down the silky front of her dress and
under the hem. The stiff slide of her middle finger felt good between her pussy lips! She
focused on the people in the room, on the huge dog that was licking at the teenager's
ass. She knew she was not in a very secure position. She was a voyeur. But she wasn't
bored anymore! She leaned on the sill and watched and worked her swollen pussy to a
slippery froth.
She could see only the girl, the dog, and a leash which someone out of her view was
holding taut. The dog was being controlled with the leash. And now he was pawing his
way onto her back! Jeanette could hardly believe it. She'd only heard of such things!
She felt a certain revulsion, a certain fear. But she couldn't take her eyes from the girl
and the dog.
She was a red-headed girl with long pigtails. Her face was round and soft-looking with
a flock of freckles and an upturned nose. The girl's ass was white and smooth and
dainty-looking. Jeanette could see the smears of the dog's spit across the plump cheeks.
The redhead crawled slowly forward on her hands and knees and the dog jumped onto
her back. Jeanette closed her eyes for a second, feeling the tension of the scene, feeling
the passion building in her own body. Her knuckles were soaked with her own juices.
She plunged a thumb up into her pussy and gouged the walls of her cunt. She was hot!
Her bare feet tingled and she splayed her long toes against the soft dirt. Her tits felt like
they were going to explode out the front of her tight, silky dress! And then she saw the
long, thick cock slide from under the dog's belly!
It was barbed at the tip, different than a man's flared tip. It was thicker, too, and raw
looking. The cock was dripping with juice and when the dog thrust, it slipped up over
one of the girl's ass cheeks. Someone pulled the leash tight and the dog was jerked
back.
Jeanette was breathing hard now. She went around the comer of the house to see if she
could find a window with a better view. She scolded herself – she was really getting into
this peeping stuff, especially when what she saw was so damned far out!
She found a window which wasn't covered by a curtain. But it was too high for her to
reach easily. She found a rock and shoved it over against the wall, then climbed it and
peered in. She could see a hallway and lighted rooms off to the sides. But there was no
movement. She was still stretching up on her toes, still trying to see something when
the hand closed on her arm.


Chapter 3

I knew there were three dogs in the darkened basement when I tried to get away from
the first one. My knees bumped something soft and I went down in a heap. It was lucky
I didn't hit my head on something and kill myself. I was stark naked on a soft rug with
one dog licking affectionately at my bare toes. At least I hadn't been bitten yet. I was
scared as hell, but starting to pull myself together. One dog was licking at my elbow,
licking the flesh where you always get blood taken when the doctor wants a sample. His
tongue felt odd, tickly. Of course, I wasn't sure it was a male dog. But the one licking
my toes was! I felt his cock against my thigh as he climbed over me. Then the third
one!
The third one lapped my face wetly. I hadn't felt a single fang yet. By now I was sure I
wasn't going to be attacked. A naked girl, a stranger stumbling into a room full of dogs.
Not a single bark, not a single growl. It was like some fantasy. I had no idea what was
going on. Now I could see a little. Somewhere there was light, maybe filtering in from a
high window. I still couldn't tell. The dogs circled me, whimpering with excitement.
I was afraid to push them away, afraid to say anything. I tried to get to my knees but
heavy paws pressed down on my shoulders and I fell over backwards. Now two hot
tongues dove at my pussy! I wasn't as confident as before. These dogs had something in
mind that I didn't want. I remembered immediately what had happened to me when
Jeanette had playfully tied me up. But these dogs weren't Collies. They were huge! Even
in the dim, dim light I could see their shapes moving around the room, moving around
me!
"Nooooo... don't!" One dog had his front paws on my shoulders and was holding me
down on my back while another explored my pussy with his tongue. I tried to squeeze
my thighs together, but he was firmly between them and I only hugged his body. The
tickle of his fur did strange things to me. I wished I hadn't smoked so much grass
upstairs with Jeanette and the guys. I was dizzy and floating and weak. There was
something very odd about these dogs. They were working me around, trying to get me
into some position or other. It was like they knew how to do it, like they'd done it
before lots of times.
I wished I had never come on this date with Roland. He was too fast for me and so was
Jeanette and Jerry. An orgy! I just couldn't do something like that and they knew it. I
was angry with Jeanette for not telling me beforehand. As much as I wanted male
company, I still wouldn't have come. And now these dogs!
"Get away!"
One dog was actually laying on top of my stomach! I could feel his cock sliding back
and forth over my navel! It was awful! He couldn't possibly hunker down low enough
to get to my cunt, but he knew about where it was. He licked my face and tits and kept
pumping his huge, awful cock against my belly!
"Uhnnnnnnn... somebody help me!"
It was silly to think anybody in that big place would hear me. The big door at the top
of the stairs would stop any sound. And I felt weak, too weak to scream very loud. The
other dogs were still licking my toes and fingers and nuzzling around my knees while
the one on top kept shoving and shoving! I wanted to die! I tried to roll from under
him but he weighed a ton! He had gotten my flesh slimy with his juice. I hadn't
realized a dog could pour out so much lubrication, but this one had! His cock slid easily
on my tummy and now I could even feel its shape. The swollen, knobbed tip and the
long, hot shaft. It extended from its furry sheath at least seven inches, maybe more!
And I could feel his balls too! They bumped my mound every time he thrust his body
forward.
"Nooooo! Uhhnnnnnooooo!"
The dog bit down gently on my cheeks. I froze, sure that he was going to tear my head
off any second. But it seemed to be his way of showing affection. He licked at my
mouth. I wanted to retch, but held still, counting the seconds. The steady bump of his
balls against my cunt was doing something I didn't want to happen. I couldn't close my
thighs or protect my peeled slit from the subtle friction. My juices had wet his balls,
too, and when he ground his big cock against my belly, his balls rubbed my clit in an
excruciating way. I moaned and writhed my ass on the shag carpet, trying to get into a
position where the friction wouldn't be so intense. But the dog was too heavy. There
was no way I could stop him from doing what he was doing. His balls bumped and
rubbed and pressed. My clit filled with blood and rose from behind its squiggly hood. I
could feel my membrane pumping full of blood, spongy and hot and soaked with my
butter.
"Noooommmmmoooohhhhh!" The dog was fucking me! I was getting hot and couldn't
do a thing about it! I tried to push his chest off of my flattened tits, but he closed his
huge jaws down on my wrist and let me feel his teeth. It was funny how that sharp
sensation of being held in a dog's mouth made me shiver all over. It was something I
had never experienced.
His tongue lolled against my skin as he worked his teeth back and forth across the
small bones and tendons. I clenched my fist, then let my fingers go limp. The animal let
my wrist go and began licking my fingers. His tongue sucked hotly between them.
Instead of taking my hand away, I let him lick me. I was losing all control. My ass had
begun to make slow circles on the rug. I couldn't help but grind up against his body.
My pussy was peeled back fully now and my juices flooded out over the bottom of my
ass.
The dog tried to tuck his haunches back and enter me. I knew there was no way he
could do that. The angle wasn't right, his legs wouldn't flatten out enough to get low.
But I was hot! I'd been wired pretty tight and then fallen into this nest of dogs. It
hadn't taken much more to push me toward orgasm. I could feel it building in my
body. Coming was something I could never resist.
My climax approached rapidly. I felt a tiny sliver of shame. But it was so dark in the
basement and the dogs were so warm! I let them lick me and found my arms circling
the one atop my body. I was wrong and I knew it, but I was about to come.
"Ohhhhhh. Nooommmmm. Oh, I can't stop. Ohhhhh, it feels crazy and good!" I bit
my tongue and let my eyes roll back. Something hot spurted up between my breasts! I
pumped my trim ass as fast as I could. My orgasm seemed to hang just out of my reach.
The lovely tickle grew and grew and just hung there. I was frantic! I growled and tossed
my head! More streaks of the hot slime jetted up over my belly and breasts. I could
smell its sharp scent and knew the dog was jizzing allover me.
"Uhhnnn. Oh, no, I can't stand this!"
One of the other dogs grabbed my ankle in his jaws and bit down hard. Something I
was doing was making him mad. Now the other dog growled and got one of my hands
in his mouth. It hurt! The dog on top jumped away, his huge cock slapping against my
neck as he leaped. I smelled his cum and felt the dripping cream slip down the side of
one breast. The shock of their teeth had broken my trance. I screamed and yanked my
foot free of the fangs that were cutting into the skin. I hoped to Jesus Christ I wasn't
bleeding but it still stung sharply where the dog had mouthed me.
"Noooo! Get away! All of you get away!" They had changed in an instant. Maybe the
musky sex juice that was pouring from my pussy, maybe my excitement... I wasn't sure,
but I was frightened again. I got onto my hands and knees somehow and crawled for
the stairwell. I could see a slit of light coming under the door at the top. If I could get
up there maybe I could fend them off with my feet and scream for help. But I only got
halfway across the room when one of the dogs mounted me!
"Noooooo!" I was already rolling to the side when his cock brushed the velvety lips of
my pussy. I felt the smooth, slick barb press the circle of muscles apart but an instant
later I was on my back kicking with both feet. I'd come that close to being fucked –
fucked by a dog! Now my dreamy, hot mood was torn to shreds. I'd been foolish
enough hugging and rubbing against that dog. I hadn't realized all the implications! My
body had demanded something I was too inexperienced to handle. And I'd submitted to
my body's hunger.
Now these unleased animals wanted me to submit to their carnal fever! I was too
frightened to cry. I kicked until I felt no more furry bodies near. Then I got to my feet
and ran towards the stairwell.
Some teeth sank into my ankle and brought me own.
"EEEeee! God, that hurts!"
I was on my hands and knees again, my ankle throbbing. I was sure I could feel the
trickle of blood between my toes. Or was it drool? Another dog was near, breathing
into my face.
The other one mounted. His cock-barb pressed hard against my cuntlips and they
parted slickly for him. He was so thick! So hot! I clenched my pussy to try and keep
him out. I knew I had a tight cunt. A few guys had tried to fuck me when I was in high
school and they hadn't got past first base. I could shut down that hot little thing until
they could barely get a finger inside! And that was what I was doing now! I was gritting
my teeth with the effort.
"Ohhhh... don't bite me! Nnnnnnooooo!"
The dog jumped against my ass. I could feel his thrusts, feel the hard, sharp sting of his
cock trying to rape into my clenched pussy. And when he missed, the barb slipped
down over my throbbing clit!
I tried to ignore the sensation but it was no good. I couldn't concentrate on keeping my
cunt tight anymore. And the dog's cock was so slippery with my butter that it was
shoving into my pussy anyway!
"Noooo! Get back!" Again the dog shook my neck, his teeth hurting terribly! I
shuddered with fear. The dog humped forward powerfully and I felt his hot cock sliding
deep into my body!
"Noooo! God in heaven, no! Oh, Jesus, I can't stand this! I'm going to die!"
And the dog knew it was inside me! He rammed viciously now, trying to keep his cock
inside. His paws scratched my shoulders and sides. I tried to jerk away but the other
dog bit me on the foot again. They were all around me. Again they bit me! All those
teeth! Their cutting sharpness brought more excitement to my tight pussy!
"Uhhhnnnn!" I sobbed in misery. I clenched my pussy tight again, surrounding the dog
cock with writhing, slick membrane. I had hoped to hurt the animal and make him pull
free of my pussy, but he only yipped and rammed again. This time my back humped
with the force of his attack! I jerked forward onto one elbow, whimpering.
"No, no, nooooooo!"
When the dog lunged this time, he filled my cunt. I felt my cunt stretched deep, my
womb shoved up against my guts! I writhed there, knees off the ground, skewered to
the hot, stiff cock that held me up against the dog's furry body!
"I'm dead! I'm dead, I know it. I'm dead and I want to go to hell!"
It was weird. The dog started crawling around. I had to crawl with him on my hands. I
could only rub the floor with my toes. He had me stabbed deep, too deep to wiggle
loose. And my pussy had spasmed tight – it had convulsed around the red, raw meat
and gripped it. I felt like a bitch who'd finally been run down by the pack.
My head flopped between my arms. I drooled on the rug as the dog dragged me to one
side and then the other. My clit was standing out like a piece of raw flesh. I felt the
familiar tickle as it rubbed against the dog's balls..
"Ohhhhhh, why doesn't someone help me?"
But really, I wasn't so sure I wanted help right now. I didn't think I could bear to face
anyone, to let them see me like this! The shame of it, the disgusting shame! I wanted to
be dead. That was what I really wanted. And yet the pulsing, tickling sensation in my
cunt wouldn't let me forget I was in a state of excitement. I tried to jerk my body
forward. The dog responded with a savage fucking motion. My arms folded and I
bumped my face against the rug. He shoved forward again, making my ass stick up
harder against his belly. My pussy lips stretched wider than they'd ever been. He had
me up against something, a chair maybe. I couldn't escape.
His cock plunged and I felt my guts moving out of the way. He fucked hard and fast.
The jab forced breathy groans from my throat. I clawed the floor with my fingernails. I
felt like I was about to faint. And all the time the itchy goodness was spreading up my
belly, down my thighs.
"Mmmmmmm. Noooooo!"
The dog barked and increased the jabbing, fucking movements. His balls thumped
against my clit. I was stretched and slippery and hot all over. My skin flushed and my
eyes bulged out. I strangled on my own drool as that raw, slippery barb dug at my cunt.
I was being fucked like I'd never been fucked before. I was being raped! Raped by a
dog! I hated the animal, though I had really never had a good look at him. How could I
have been hugging him before? How could I have let him excite me in the first place?
But I was excited. I prayed to Jesus not to let me get excited. My prayers blew away like
so much dust. The pounding spasms of my pussy were strong, stronger than anything!
And now the tickle had become consuming. Exquisite. That tickle, that itchy, syrupy
warmth flamed hotter!
"Ohhhhh, God! I'm gonna come! Oh, no! Jesus, don't let it happen! Please, God, let me
out of here! Ohhhhhh... mmmmnnnnnnaaaannnooooo! I'm coming! I'm coming!"
And I was! I pumped my ass up and down like a wild girl! I couldn't move it fast
enough, couldn't seem to rub it hard enough against the huge cock that delved deep
inside my soft, warm cunt.
"Ohhh!" It was hurting me a little. But I liked the hurt! I pushed back against the hurt.
I felt my lips spread like a ruined blossom. I felt my cunt tight and aching around the
dog's steely cock. I gasped for air and clawed at my belly, feeling the sliding hardness
deep within.
"Ohhhhh, I can feel it! I can feel it fucking me! It's going to tear me to pieces!"
I kept rolling my dripping ass! I kept sliding my pussy back and forth on that rigid
cock. I couldn't believe that it could get better. But it did!
"Nooooo, I'm gonna faint! I'm gonna die!"
My whole body seemed to glow! My small tits had swollen around the nipples and
whatever they brushed against felt good. Every touch, every rub set off new flurries of
thrilling pleasure! I was bent most double from the powerful humping of the dog's
haunches. My head was shoved against the chair, my ass high and unprotected. Even
my asshole tingled as the dog's fur brushed between my cheeks. "Uhhh... hel-help
meee!" I whimpered weakly. It was hopeless! I was stabbed, and packed deeply with hot
dog cock!
The jolts of ecstasy brought growling whines from deep in my throat. It was like a part
of me had awakened, a part I hadn't known. I couldn't remember growling like that
ever before. Or whining either. But there I was, making these strange sounds as the
lovely fingers of pleasure touched every part of my body. I felt my pussy contract in
rhythmic convulsions. The dog jerked then and shivered like he'd been stabbed. Then
there was a new sensation in my pussy. Something hot was leaking out around the
edges, leaking down both my thighs.
"Ohhhhhh. I'm fucked! I'm fucked! I'm gonna die! Now!"
The throbbing pleasure took me up three times. I couldn't think anymore, couldn't do
anything but fuck my ass around like an idiot. I could feel the big head of the dog's
cock gouging at the walls of my pussy. I could feel the hot cream flooding me inside! I
whimpered and worked my ass up and down. Radiant thrills burst again and again. I
knew I couldn't take much more. How could anyone take so much pleasure in such a
short space a time?
The next thing I knew, I was flat on the floor on my stomach crying. I felt limp and
used and slimy. I was so weak, I couldn't even turn my head. I sobbed there while the
dogs sniffed around.
They didn't stop me when I finally managed to stand. I went up the stairs, surprised
that one of the others hadn't tried to drag me down and have me too. I ran my hand
around the doorknob and found the catch. It was high above where a latch usually was
fixed on a door. Someone had put it like that so a dog couldn't jump and paw it open.
If only I'd searched for it more carefully I would never have been attacked at all.
I peeked into the room before opening the door completely. I felt stupid for running
away from Roland's bedroom like a little schoolgirl. If I hadn't panicked, if I hadn't
been such a fool – but that was all behind me now. And anger took the place of fear.
I was ashamed. And the cause of my shame – the three causes – were in the basement
below. I hated hem! Hated dogs! I thought of Jeanette's Collie and hated it too. Koko
had done hardly anything to me in comparison to the pack downstairs, but I hated him
just as much.
Roland and Jerry were sleeping when I went up the stairs to the bedroom. I felt lucky
not to have been seen in my filthy state. I'd sneaked through the house like some
disease, praying that no one would see me until I could find a bathroom and my clothes
and get dressed.
That was the first thing I did, too. The soapy smell, the suds in my cunt hair refreshed
me. But I couldn't get the hatred out of my mind. I hated those animals more than I'd
ever hated anything. I felt sullied. Completely and totally sullied. A dog – three dogs –
had used my body for their pleasure. I couldn't imagine that they had been trained to
do that. And yet they had worked like team. Was it possible? No! But I was anything
but certain. My ankle wasn't wounded at all. There were angry red marks where fangs
had irritated the flesh. But the blood I thought I'd felt must have been dog drool. I
finished washing and dressed. I was still trembling.
In the big front room the fireplace was still going. It wasn't very cold out, just the usual
chill of mountain air at night. But I stood close warming my body. I could still feel the
slimy slickness of the dog cum inside my cunt. I hadn't been able to douche that out
and it was an evil reminder of what had taken place.
I wondered where Jeanette had gone. Her panties were draped over a bedpost but her
other things were missing. I started to go outside on the porch, but the breeze was a
touch too chilly for me. I wasn't in such hot condition. I found a bottle and a glass and
poured myself a strong drink. Scotch. Expensive and smooth. I gulped it down and sat
close to the fire. I wondered if I should tell Roland. No, I could never do that! But he
should know how dangerous his pets were. They were awful! They were hideous beasts.
I shuddered and gulped more Scotch. I wanted to forget about fucking. I wanted to
cleanse my mind of all passion. The whole, sick scene was distasteful. Coming out here
for an orgy! They all planned to get me drunk and high on grass and then twist my
head. Well, my head had been twisted all right! And I was pissed off good.
The more I thought about it, the angrier I got. Jeanette! How could she do something
like this and still call herself a friend?
And Jerry had gone along with it just as willfully. I swallowed what was left in my glass
and got more. But what was I getting so riled up about? I'd been the one who'd decided
to come along, after all. But they knew I was on the shy side, too! Oh, hell, I was so
mixed up, so upset from everything that had gone on.
One thing I knew. I wasn't going to be little Miss agreeable anymore. I wasn't going to
put up with any of this crap, this orgy crap. I wasn't the type. I wanted to be with a
special guy, and be with him alone.
I went upstairs and found an empty bedroom. A little rest would make me feel better.
Just a little rest. I plopped onto a bed and closed my eyes. It felt good. So good that I
felt myself drifting off. The booze had made things better. The edges weren't so sharp
now, my shame not quite so intense. I breathed deeply and quieted the swirling images
in my head and slept.


Chapter 4

Jeanette couldn't speak at first. She could see the man's face, his thick, brown hair and
easy smile. He obviously wasn't too mad at having discovered her peeking in the
window.
"Uhhhh... hi!" She gave him her best smile. "I'm a guest of Roland Bakersfield. He lives
right up there. I was just wandering around and saw your light..." She stopped. The
man hadn't changed his expression. Not an angry expression, surely. But she didn't
know whether she should go on or not.
"Yes, I know Roland. I sold him some dogs a few months ago. Fine animals." The man
eased his grip of her arm. She realized that he had been holding her very tight. For
some reason Jeanette felt titillated. She wasn't going to let on to him that she'd seen
what was going on inside.
"I thought I'd peek in and see if anyone was home." She shrugged. "But you have your
curtain shut."
"Would you like to come inside for a drink?" The man had glanced at the curtained
window and back at her. He had bony, sharp features and a strong jaw. His eyebrows
were bushy. His cowboy shirt looked expensive.
"Oh, no, I wouldn't want to put you out. Maybe you have guests." She quickly added,
"I mean, I heard music."
"I'd like you to have a drink with me. Unless there is some personal reason..."
"No." She gave him a quick smile, brushing her hair. "Nothing like that."
The man tilted his head and she followed. Inside there was a small fire going and she
appreciated the warmth. It had been just a tad chilly outside. This was obviously not the
room where that poor red-headed girl had been down on her knees. She tried to get the
lay of the house, to guess where that room was. Her good-looking host stopped at a
high table and came back with a drink.
"My name is John Williamson. Yours is...?"
"Jeanette," she said, taking the glass from his hand. "Jeanette MacDonald."
"You're very pretty." He started to take a sip. "No, you're beautiful. But you're already
spoken for? Roland's friend?"
She was blushing. And she never blushed. She sipped her drink. This guy moved right
in. But he was a smoothy, too. She didn't know how to figure him. He spoke with a
distinct western drawl.
"No, I'm with someone else. A friend. He's back at the cabin."
"So now you're with me. "
"I guess you could say that." She gave him her finest smile. This guy had a way of
making her feel sexy as hell. She couldn't keep her eyes off his crotch. But she
remembered what she'd seen through the split in his curtain. Something was going on,
something weird. She wasn't at all comfortable being in this house. But she was one
hell of a good actress. A surge of music came from the next room.
"Am I keeping you from your guests?"
The man sat down beside her. "Not at all. They're capable of entertaining themselves."
His eyes! They were like no eyes she'd ever seen. When he looked at her she felt like
she was standing before him naked. She could almost feel him touching her tits, feel his
breath on her neck. She shivered.
"More to drink?"
Jeanette giggled. "I guess I did drink it down pretty fast." He took her glass before she
could decide if she wanted to go on with this little charade. But she couldn't ask him
about what she'd seen outside, either. She took her freshened drink and tried to sip this
time. She was nervous as hell!
The man who called himself John Williamson put an arm around her shoulder when he
sat back down. Jeanette let him. She wasn't the type to make a fuss. And, anyhow, she
liked a man to touch her. She always knew she had control that way, had a man's libido
in the palm of her hand. But this time it wasn't like that at all. John massaged her
shoulder gently. Jeanette felt her juices heating up. Damn it anyway, why was she so
easy to excite? She crossed her legs and the silk dress hissed. Well, at least this guy
didn't know she wasn't wearing panties.
His hand moved up to her neck. He was rubbing a spot there that made her feel so
dreamy, so soft. She put her drink on the low coffee table and leaned back again. John
worked his thumb against her neck muscles. She felt herself relaxing more and more.
But she hardly knew this guy! Hell, she hardly knew him at all. She stood up quickly.
"Is something wrong?"
"I... I don't know. I felt so strange." She took another drink of the whiskey and put the
glass back down. "Maybe I'd better be getting back. My date will wonder what
happened to me."
"There's no need to hurry." John took her hand. He gripped it and pulled her close. She
felt silly letting him shove her around like a rag doll, but that power in his eyes seemed
locked on her.
"That stone around your neck... so bright..." She hadn't even noticed it before. How
had she missed something so striking? It was ruby red and set in gold. John slipped it
off and dangled it before her eyes.
"Beautiful isn't it?" He let it swing. Jeanette watched. She felt his hand at her neck
again, rubbing, rubbing. So good, it felt so dreamy and good. He was saying something.
She wasn't asleep but in another space another time. The words. She couldn't
understand them. Yet, she could see the room clearly. She didn't feel drugged or under
his spell. Then he snapped his fingers close to her ear.
"Wow!" She turned to look at him. He pulled her mouth against his. Jeanette felt
herself melting into his embrace. His body was strong and warm and her short silk
dress was like having on nothing at all. His fingers curved under her firm ass and
massaged gently. "Mmmmmmmm," she breathed through flared nostrils, letting him
suck her tongue between his teeth. The kiss ended gently and John caressed her chin
with his lips.
"Did you hypnotize me just then?" she asked. She felt wonderful with his hands
touching her ass.
"A little." He brushed her dark hair out of her eyes.
"Am I hypnotized now?"
"Do you feel hypnotized?"
Jeanette touched his face, then her own. "No. I feel fine. I feel wonderful." She kissed
him. He took her tongue again, sucked it gently before letting her pull it back. She
groaned and let him pull her against him. He was slipping down and he'd find out she
was undressed underneath the skirt. But she didn't care. There! He knew.
Their eyes met and she tried to discern something that would tell her he knew. John's
eyes were deep and cool and brown. His fingers were strong. They moved down the
crack of her ass and under until she felt him petting open her pussy lips. She rested her
head against his chest and panted unashamedly. He delved gingerly into her slippery
cleft and the musky odor wafted up.
No, she wasn't hypnotized, but she was crazy to fuck this guy. Generally, it took her
getting used to a man. She wasn't any prude and didn't have to be seduced. She liked to
fuck, but this guy had told her his name, given her a drink and rubbed her neck a little
and zing! She could feel the hardness at his crotch. Well, at least he was human and if
he had a hard-on, Jeanette figured she could handle him.
She dropped a hand down his side as they kissed again. She found his cock easily, rigid
and hot and pulsing. She massaged his cockhead. John's kiss grew deeper, more excited.
Yes, he was human all right.
Jeanette always felt better if she was the aggressor. She liked having control of a man's
emotions. And she didn't figure this guy was any different. She could control him too.
He didn't show surprise when she unzipped his fly. His underwear was easy to get
inside of.
"Mmmmmm, you're big!"
John smiled and took her hand. She let him lead her to another room. Again she
wondered what happened to the girl in red pigtails. Her little fun and games up at
Roland's cabin was child's play compared to what she'd seen through the curtain
outside.
But John's hands were on her again and she curved into his arms. There was a bed, a
light turned low. She didn't care what the rest of the room looked like. He undressed
and then pulled the buttons open on her dress. It fell from her shoulders. His mouth
wet each of her big tits until the juice seeped from between her thighs.
They were too eager to play around much. She jacked his cock a little, but it was so
beautiful that she just had to stick it somewhere quick. In her mouth or in her cunt. It
turned out that John had taken a liking to her pussy and so...
"Here, turn around, Jeanette," he said, guiding her legs apart. He straddled her face and
she grasped his thick prick eagerly. She trembled like virgin when he opened her pussy
lips with his tongue and then burrowed deep into the lush, velvet folds.
She licked the blue swollen tip of his cock thoroughly. She wanted to show him how
good she was. He would be high on her mouth by the time she got through. The tip
was already glossy with her spit and she sucked it between her teeth. She palmed his
balls and sucked noisily while he ate her.
"God!" She dug her red nails into the flesh of his thighs and tried to breathe.
"Your mouth is fine, baby. Really fine!" His voice was passionate. Jeanette felt she'd
broken through some of the man's mystery. She was turning him on. He was moaning
like a sixteen-year-old. Men! They were easy to manipulate when you just knew how.
"Ohhhhh, let's fuck! I want your cock inside me when it goes off!"
John turned and lowered his body onto hers. She hugged him and guided his cock
against her swollen pussy with a trembling hand. Her slippery cunt opened hungrily for
the hot, tumid shaft. She felt the barb sliding in, and her muscles catching behind it.
"Ohhhhhhh, you feel so good." She tilted her mouth up to be kissed.
She was breathless, burning with passion. She turned her face to the side and saw the
red stone dangling from the lampshade. It picked up the small amount of light from the
muted bulb and did something to it. She watched and felt John moving deep inside her.
Her pussy seemed to suck around his shaft. It flooded more juice than it normally did.
Jeanette felt more excited than she usually did, too, and usually she was damned
excited. She couldn't keep still. She wriggled her ass in tight circles, shoving against the
big man's body, hugging and digging her nails into his back. When he found one of her
tits with his mouth she gave a shuddering cry.
"Ohhhh, harder! Bite me!" John bit her and she arched her chest up. He dug his fingers
down her ass and into her rectum. She moaned and squirmed as his cockshaft rubbed
her engorged clit. Her head flopped from side to side. She sucked in air with frenzied,
panting sounds. And when she opened her eyes again, his face was close. She grunted
happily and worked her pelvis up and down as fast as she could. He sucked her neck
and shoulders and worked his finger deeper into her asshole. His cock slid in and out,
in and out. The soft, urgent friction was devouring her. Her clit was on fire! She gasped
and writhed in ecstasy. She wouldn't be able keep from coming if he kept that up.
"Ohhhhhhh, don't get up! What... what's happening?"
John had rolled off of her suddenly. The room swam. Her pussy clasped inward upon
itself. She felt so empty, so hot and hungry, but empty.
"Please, honey, pleeeease!"
"Rollover, Jeanette. There with your knees on the floor." John spoke gently, helping
her. Thank God he was going to fuck her some more. He just wanted her to change
positions. He just wanted to have her from behind, dog-style! She panted, her head
against the mattress. She was swollen and wild with passion. She had to fuck! But why
was John holding her wrists down? Why was he pinning her hands against the bed,
pulling them over her head?
There was the sound of a door opening behind her. She heard the jingle of a collar and
something else. Paws. Scratching across the floor of a hallway.
"Noooooooo!" The dog leaped. She could feel him against her body, feel his belly and
back legs. She twisted on the bed, black hair splashing over her back. But John held her
wrists down firmly. She tried to look up at him.
"You can't! You!"
"Don't freak out, baby, don't..."
"I can feel him, he's trying to fuck me! Oh, God, no!"
Somebody was holding the leash, holding the dog back just enough so that the tip of
his cock glided along her parted cuntlips. And there were hands on her ankles. How
many of these people were there, anyway? And how did it turn out that she was being
put to this? Jeanette shuddered.
"I knew you looked in the window," John said, his voice strange. "It was written all over
your face. So I didn't want you to go away with the wrong idea." He nodded to
someone behind her. The leash must have gone slack, because the dog lunged atop her.
His claws made sharp sensations against her shoulders and back. And his cock-his cock!
"Uhnnnnnnn. Nooooooo!" He was pushing inside her. It was hot, hotter than a man's
cock. Her mind reeled with the newness of the experience. She had never imagined
having a dog fucking her! And now his cocktip was forcing apart the delicate inner
tissues, making room for his cock that would follow.
"I'll do anything! I'll pay you, but don't let him fuck me!"
John Williamson made another motion and the animal was pulled away from her. He
let go of her wrists and went around the bed. Jeanette crawled onto the mattress and lay
there sobbing, her face pressed into a pillow. She was at the man's mercy. She would
have to wait and see what he wanted with her next. But at least the agony of being
fucked by an animal was over for the moment.
The door closed, but she knew the dog was still in the room. She hadn't even seen him
yet, did not know what kind he was. Then the bed bounced and she rolled over with a
cry.
"He won't do anything until I let him," John said. He undid the leash from the dog's
collar. Jeanette trembled there on her back. The dog was some mixed breed, she
couldn't identify what kind. But he was big! Big as a barn!
"I want to leave. I want to..."
"Jarl! Jarl, lick!"
The dog bounced forward, tail wagging. Each step made the bed rock. His coat was
long and lustrous and clean. His eyes were gleaming like his teeth. Jeanette whimpered
and crawled backwards, pushing herself with her heels. Her head bumped the
headboard. She closed her thighs quickly.
"Nooooo!" The big dog began to lick her toes. She couldn't move them away from him
fast enough to stop him from continually licking her. The licking was warm and gentle
and persistent. He licked the bottoms of her feet too. After a moment or two she was
tired of trying to keep them away from him. She fell back exhausted and let him go on
with what he was doing.
"You w-w-won't let him fuck me?"
"Only if you say you want him to."
Jeanette closed her eyes. What kind of a man was this? He hadn't really hurt her yet.
But she was scared. He might be some kind of crazy murderer. She was so tired.
Resisting had made her tired. And now that damned dog with his licking. It tickled in
such a strange way. His tongue was rough and wet and smooth too. She couldn't figure
out exactly how it felt. But it felt good. Her ankles and heels and soles were drenched
with his spit and still he kept licking. She stretched her legs hard and her toes splayed.
The tension set off tiny tremors of excitement deep in the muscles of her thighs.
"Ohhhhh! Make him stop!"
"He likes you," John said. He was standing by the bed, the leash coiled on one hand. "I
won't let him hurt you."
"What do you want with me? I only want to back to Roland's cabin. He'll be missing
me..."
"Perhaps, but you won't be missing him. Not after a few more moments."
"What do you mean by that?"
"Jarl!" He made a movement that meant something to the big dog. Jeanette opened her
eyes wide. The dog hovered over her knee. He opened his mouth wide and clamped his
jaws down. The long fangs at the sides of his mouth penetrated her soft flesh. He
wasn't hurting her, but...
"Ohhhhh! I don't want him to do that!" It was erotic! That was the only way she could
describe it. If a man had been doing the same thing, she might have climaxed right on
the spot.
Now the dog was digging his sharp teeth into the back of her knee, that soft spot of
flesh covered with sensitive nerve endings. She writhed on the bed. She wondered if she
turned over maybe couldn't get to her, but that would expose other parts of her body
even more sensitive.
"Help! H-h-help, somebody!"
"You like it?"
"No!" She tried to pull her knee out of the dog's big jaws but couldn't. "I think it's
disgusting!" She frowned up at him. "You're disgusting!"
"Jarl!" Another signal was given and the big dog straddled her closed legs. He panted
happily at her. Jeanette found it was hard to be scared of him. But he was a mass of
muscles under his thick coat. There was no doubt he could overpower anybody he
attacked.
The animal dropped his head and his tongue lapped hungrily at Jeanette's thighs. She
trembled, half with fear, half with excitement. His tongue as so big! And the way he
used it! Like he knew what parts of her body were the most sensitive. He was working
higher now, tickling the inner, more delicate flesh. She had her legs closed tight, but
when he got to her pussy, he managed to press his hot tongue a little ways into her slit.
"Ohhhhh!" If only she wasn't so swollen from so much sex. In the dim light she could
still see John standing next to the bed. He had a huge erection! A jolt of excitement
raced through her, and she turned her face away. She wanted to hate him, not dig him.
He was some kind of perverse monster!
"Mmmmmnooooo! Stop him! Ohhh!" The dog had burrowed down between her
thighs. His muzzle had poked easily into the soft flesh. And when she tightened her
muscles, it only made it worse. He burrowed, despite her struggles. Finally Janette
moaned and rolled over onto her stomach. Without hesitation, the dog plunged his
muzzle down under the crack of her ass.
"Uhnnnn... uhnnnnnoooo!" He could get to her easier that way. She'd made a mistake
trying to hide her pussy from him! But when she started to turn back over again, her
thighs parted for an instant and the dog put a paw hard down to hold them that way.
"Oh, God! Oh, noooo!" His tongue went deep into her pussy. She didn't know how he
did it like that! It was beyond belief that he could push it so deep! She tried to focus her
eyes on something the room, tried to shake herself out of the sexual trance she felt
descend. But the tickling, itchy friction, the in and out slide of the mongrel's tongue
was devastating her senses.
"Hnnnnnn... hnnnnn...ohhh! Ohhhh, Jesus! Oh, shit!"
Jeanette had heard of cunt-licking dogs before. She'd always thought it was something
men made up about old women. Some joke. Oh, sure, there were probably a few lonely
chicks who got a little action from a dog's tongue. But most of it was male fantasy,
wasn't it? Her head swirled. This was no fantasy. And this dog was doing exactly what
he wanted with her. She had no more control over the situation than if she had been
given spanish fly!
"Make him s-s-stop! Ohhhhh! HHnnnnn!"
"It's getting good, isn't it?" John sat on the edge of the bed and leaned close to her. Her
head fell to one side and she felt him take her chin and gently kiss her. This was really
too much! She thought she was losing her mind! His tongue tickled around the edges
of her lips, tickled in the corners. He could kiss so good! And that damned dog was
between her thighs now. He had forced his body so cleverly between her knees. He
knew exactly what he was doing.
"Mnnnnnooo... don't kiss me anymore!" She tried to jerk her head to the side, but he
pulled her back and pushed his tongue deep into her mouth. She moaned and sucked
hungrily at it. The dog was working on her clit now. She couldn't keep her ass still.
Slowly, shakily, she began to pump it up and down. The movement was only a slight
one, but it had the effect of making her cuntlips spread out for the dog's licking. Oh,
why didn't he get tired of licking her pussy? What satisfaction could a dog get from
that?
John reached down and lifted her knees. She was too weak, too far over the line to
resist. There she was on her back, knees bent and wide apart, her pulsing, seeping
pussy ready for anything the dog wanted to do. Now he could bring his hot tongue up
along the tumid lips with even, quick strokes. She was rolling her ass around excitedly
now. And John was sucking one of her big tits! His teeth cut at it as he sucked it deep
between his cheeks. She dug her nails into his hair and writhed with pleasure.
"Ohhhhhh, what are you doing to me?" She was so confused, so swamped with
pleasurable sensations that she couldn't keep the dog and the man separate. She parted
her thighs so far that the muscles in her ass arched. She grasped the dog's ears and
pulled him against her as she humped her back to give him more cunt to eat.
"Yesssnnnnn! Nooooo! Ohhhhh, God, it feels like I'm in heaven!"
Jeanette had been out on dates when a guy would kiss her tits or eat her pussy or kiss
her. But it was one or the other. All the orgies she'd been to couldn't equal this dog and
this man! Usually at an orgy, people drifted off in couples. There just weren't many
guys who would agree to share one chick. But the dog was sharing and John was
sharing and she was the jelly they were after! It was unbelievable.
"Mmmmmm... ohhhhh, harder! Harder!" She pulled John's face down on her chest as
he ate hungrily at her other tit. Her belly heaved with passion. She tossed her head
back and forth on the bed and gasped. Her clit stood out from the messy raw
membrane of her pussy like a tiny cock. And the dog didn't miss it. His tongue curled
around it hotly. He dove and sucked and nursed on it like he knew what it was all
about.
"I'm coming! Ohhhhh, God, I'm gonna come!"
She quivered and shot her legs out straight and pointed her toes high above the dog's
moving head. John covered her mouth with a passionate, tongue-sucking kiss. She
moaned and held him close as the shocks made her lithe body jerk. She could feel each
ascending wave better than she'd ever felt anything in her life! She knew she was biting
John's lips as her ass danced on the bed in response to the dog's licking. She couldn't
help it.
"I'm sorry," she grunted, biting him again. "Oh it's killing me! Ohhhhmmmnnnoo!"
He didn't pull away, but kept his tongue in her mouth and sucked hers into his. He
massaged her hot tits with his and then rubbed her belly, plunging his fingers deep into
the soft flesh.
Her ass frolicked on the mattress. She was wet from her knees to her navel with the
dog's hot drool. And she came hard, came with a shuddering scream and then pulled
herself into a tight ball. She blacked out like that.
"Hey, you okay?"
It was John. He was rubbing her back. It felt so good, so relaxing. She opened her eyes
and turned over.
"Oh, God, did that... did that really happen?"
He handed her a glass from the bedside table. "Here. A little Scotch will help."
"I-I don't believe all that!" She lowered her eyes and took the drink. She wanted to be
mad at him. She had good enough reason, she thought, but the anger just wasn't there.
She could never be pissed off after good sex. Her body glowed comfortably in the
aftermath of tension. She touched a breast. It was sensitive from John's thorough
loving. She took a long look at him over the rim of the glass.
"I'm trying to figure you out."
John pushed his hand back through his curly, brown hair. He had put on a pair of
pants but was still bare-chested. He had a terrific build.
"Okay, that's your privilege. "
"You don't like to eat a girl's pussy, so you let dog do it while you..." His laughter made
her stop.
"You can believe anything you want, of course. But that one's out in left field
somewhere."
Jeanette sipped her drink. It was a little strong but the liquor was clearing the fog from
her head "Okay, let me try again. You make movies and you're trying to get me into
your next film. You think I'd look good with a dog."
John shook his head. "Wrong again."
Jeanette got up from the bed. Her legs were shaky, but she could walk. Her pussy was
so swollen that the cuntlips were all pushed out. She touched them and winced. Her
clothes were draped neatly over a chair. She dressed slowly, thinking about the whole
incident.
"Why didn't you introduce me to your friend in there? Who the heck are you hiding
out here in the mountains, anyway?"
"You'll meet her soon enough." He wasn't making any moves toward her. She could
run out of the bedroom and out the door and get away if she wanted. She could see the
door was open partly and she could hear the fire crackling in the next room. But maybe
the front door was locked.
"When I try and get out of here, you'll sick that dog on me, won't you?" She looked
around. At some point the animal had been taken from the bedroom.
John stood and approached her. "You can leave anytime you wish. Of course you will
have lunch with me this coming Tuesday. I know a nice little place in the city..."
"Who says I'll have lunch with you?" She pushed out her chin. She felt a little more
confident now. She wasn't under his spell anymore.
"I say." He put his hands on the small of her back and pulled her against him. Jeanette
swallowed hard. She wouldn't look up at those brown eyes.
"Nooo. I..."
John put his hand under her chin and lifted it. His other hand was busy under her
skirt. Why in hell hadn't she put on panties before she'd left the house? There! His
damned finger was slipping between the cheeks of her ass again. No, she didn't want
him to do that again. She tried to pull her ass to one side, but his middle finger pressed
against her asshole. It hurt when she tried to resist, so she relaxed her muscles. Her
head flopped weakly on his chest.
"Noo. Mmmmmmm!"
Deep, deep in her guts she felt him feeling around. Juice flooded from her cunt. Then
he was kissing her again. She clung to his shoulders, panting.
"You'll go to lunch with me Tuesday, won't you."
"Yesssss. Ohhh, yesss...!"


Chapter 5

It had been the weirdest night I'd ever spent anywhere in my life. And everybody was
acting so strange! All the way back to the city Roland seemed put out with me. And
Jeanette was acting so distant. She kept looking out the side window the car real
dreamy like. When anyone tried to talk to her, she didn't seem to hear a word they
said. Of course, Jerry was pissed off. He wanted a little sex right there in the back seat
and Jeanette wasn't in the mood.
I wasn't either. After that awful, awful experience in Roland's basement, I was sick to
my stomach. Thank God the boys brought along a bottle for the trip down the canyon.
I sucked on that until I didn't give a shit. But I didn't want to make out with Roland,
either. He kept trying to pull me over against him while he drove. No dice! He
reminded me of his dogs. Those awful dogs! I was still full of shame over what I'd let
happen. I wanted so bad to tell him how irresponsible I thought he was and all, but
that would give it away. I wasn't the type to go broadcasting something like that.
Maybe Jeanette was. She always poked fun at everything. She was always making fun of
even the most serious situation. But I just couldn't shake off the trauma of it all. I could
still feel that dog's cock inside my cunt.
And what made it worse was that I had come! Like some nymphomaniac or something.
I couldn't even hold onto my own emotions well enough to keep from having a climax
with a dog on my back. Oh, God, if anybody ever found out about this, I knew I'd die.
On Tuesday morning Jeanette got out of bed all peppy and full of jokes. I still hadn't
had any phone calls, though I'd left my name with seven agents. I hated to keep
sponging off of her, but then Jeanette always made me feel foolish when I said anything
about it. She always had steady work. A magazine photographer had called just the day
before with another offer for a four-page spread. So I decided to sit tight and pray for
work.
"Oh Cathy, I told Mrs. Wilson I'd keep her dog for her this afternoon. You don't mind,
do you?"
"How did you know I'd be around?" I was a little put out. I didn't want to keep old Mr.
Wilson's damn dog.
"Babes, you're always around." Jeannette pinched my chin as she went by. She looked
dynamite. She had on a green silk dress that was a little over knee length. When she
walked, her knee came through a slit in the side. And she had on a pair of stacked heels
that made her even taller than she already was. I turned my paperback face down on
the table and poured myself another cup of tea.
"Where ya going?"
"Out." She brushed her black hair down with long, even strokes. I could see her tits
bulging out of the dress. It had a neckline that let a guy see as much cleavage as he
wanted to see.
I was on the verge of telling Jeanette what had happened to me that night at Roland's
cabin, but we hadn't spoken at all about that particular evening. I wondered if
something had happened to make her want to forget it, too.
"Jeanette?"
"Uh huh." She was dabbing perfume on her wrists now.
"Have you ever heard of... well, those kind of dogs that... I mean, have you heard those
stories of girls making it with dogs?"
Jeanette turned and looked at me in the oddest way. Her face was bright red. And
Jeanette never blushed. Never.
"What did you say?" She capped the perfume and put it down on the dresser. Her hand
was trembling.
"Oh, nothing. I was just thinking out loud. It's not important at all."
Jeanette went back to fixing herself up for her lunch date. But she kept looking in the
mirror at me. The doorbell broke the mood. Jeanette went to the door and I heard her
talking with Mrs. Wilson. Something about Fluffy being in heat and all and she didn't
want to take her shopping with her because there were so many male dogs around.
When Jeanette came back, she went to the mirror again.
"Cathy, honey?"
"Yeah?"
"The other day when we were playing around and I tied you to the bed..."
"Yeah, so what?" I was feeling hot in the face myself now. Nobody in the world knew
about what Koko had done. Just like no one knew about that awful scene in Roland's
basement.
"Koko didn't do something you didn't tell me about, did he?"
I picked up my book and pretended to be trying to find my place. "I don't know what
you mean."
"Well, I mean... some dogs like to..." She turned and came over. "I don't know how to
put this. Some dogs like girls. They like them like they might like other dogs. Do you
know what mean?"
Brother, did I ever! I couldn't bring myself to look her in the face. I bit my lip and
stared at the pages of the book, not seeing a single word.
"I guess so."
Jeanette's breathing was short and panting. She took hold of my wrist and squeezed
hard.
"Did something happen with Koko that day he tore your panties? See, I just thought he
got in the dirty laundry or something. You didn't tell me he tore them off of you. That's
what happened isn't it?"
I nodded, kept my eyes down.
"Want to tell me more?" Her fingers were pressing me hard. There was a huskiness to
her voice.
"No. There's no more to tell." I got up turned my back to her. How could I tell her
Koko had actually licked my pussy! And that he'd gotten me so hot that I'd even
begged for him finish me off. It was disgusting! Dogs! I hated them! And now I had to
spend the afternoon looking after a bitch in heat and a horny male.
Jeanette patted me and went towards the door.
"I locked Fluffy in the spare bedroom. I'll leave Koko up to you."
When I turned, she was smiling in a funny way.
"I don't think it's funny the way Koko tore my panties up," I said. "I just wanted you to
know that Jeanette. "
She came over to me and looked hard into my eyes.
"How did it feel, Cathy? You can tell me. How did it feel when Koko licked you?"
I pulled away and flopped my arms up and down.
"Oh, Jesus, I wish I'd never mentioned anything about dogs in the first place. It felt
weird, that's how it felt. It was awful. I really don't want to talk about it."
"Sure, I can dig it." Jeanette waved from the door. "See ya later."
I was bored and pissed off and a little depressed. I found the bottle of Scotch Jeanette
always kept for dinner parties or unexpected guests or a little shot after one of her jobs.
I took the bottle and turned on the TV and flopped down on a pillow on the rug. It
didn't take me long to get a drunk, going.
At least with the booze in my blood, I didn't worry so Goddamn much about my
experience out at Roland's cabin. Koko jingled into the room and lay down close by.
"Get the hell away," I said, pushing him. He took it for affection and nuzzled closer.
"Oh, shit. You dumb bastard." I poured more Scotch over my ice cube and got up to
change channels.
Fluffy whined and scratched on the bedroom door. She wanted out, wanted to pee,
maybe. How could I know? I downed more Scotch and staggered over. I was getting
pretty loose. I didn't give a shit. I didn't have any income, didn't have a boy friend. The
fact was, I was a little scared of men now. My last few dates had been disastrous.
"Come on out, Fluffy, come on." I watched see if she went to the front door. That
would be a sure sign she had to go outside. But she bounced across the room instead,
sniffing here and there.
"So you were just bored in the bedroom, is that it?"
Koko got up and started after her. She wagged her tail and headed for the other part of
the house. Koko was right behind, his nose pushed against her swollen pussy. I knew I
had to stop that right now. If Fluffy was going to have the run of the place, Koko would
have to be locked in the bedroom.
"Koko!"
There was a snarl and a crash from down the hall. I bounced off the wall twice trying to
get to it. I was drunker standing up than watching TV. I was really wasted!
"Hey, come on!" Ahead of me, Koko's tail disappeared around a doorway.
I turned the comer to Jeanette's bedroom and stopped short. It was too late. I couldn't
believe that animals got it on so quick, but Koko wasn't wasting any time. He was
mounted high on Fluffy's back, pumping his haunches rapidly. I could see the shiny red
cock sliding into Fluffy's hole. I could see the slick juice dribbling out and hear the
snarling, moaning sound the bitch was making.
My pussy suddenly flooded with hot juice. My legs trembled. I hadn't guessed such a
scene would have that effect on me, but it did. Koko's cock looked so damned rigid.
And I remembered with a flash what I'd been trying so hard to forget. The way he had
felt pumping his prick against my knee that day he'd ripped my panties off and eaten
my pussy. I had to part the dogs! If Fluffy got knocked up, Mrs. Wilson would shit!
"Koko! Bad dog! Get back!" I grabbed his collar and tried to wrestle him off Fluffy's
back. I don't know what I planned to do, just let him loose from Fluffy's pussy. But as I
straddled his back, my cunt touched the fur there. I was wearing only my nightgown; I
never slept with panties. The friction of his hair against my open pussy was
excruciating.
The emotions I felt were a mixed up mess. But maybe the hates and the hungers and
everything else just balanced. Cause the next thing I knew I had Koko down on his
back and I was kneeling above him. His cock was slippery with Fluffy's glossy juice. I
grabbed his balls and cocksheath and lowered my naked pussy down to it. My mind
was in overdrive or something. I couldn't think of anything but getting that raw, red
barb up inside me. I was dripping juice onto the dog's belly. Fluffy whined and nosed
around us. I guess Koko would have bit me if he hadn't been so used having me
around.
"Ohhh, damn you! Damn you fucker!" I growled and babbled half out of my mind. I
was drunk. Really rip-roaring drunk. My thighs trembled with anticipation. My pussy
was parted and swollen with excitement as I grasped slippery shaft and held it still. My
outer lips parted around the barb and I slipped it up my slit until it sunk into the soft
circle of muscle that opened into my body.
"Hnmmmmm. Ohhh, yes. You lousy, dirty animal!" I was surprised at my own words.
It felt so good to talk like that as I worked my ass around in wild circles, as I lowered
myself inch by inch onto Koko's prick. He yipped and licked at face. I knew it must feel
good to him because his cock was thumping inside me harder than before. I wiggled all
the way down. I had him deep. My head lolled over onto my shoulder and I drooled
with the lovely friction that surged jolts of pleasure up my belly. But Koko kept trying
to lick me and I didn't like that at all! I shoved his head away so hard one time that he
jerked free of my pussy and wriggled out of my grasp.
Fluffy offered herself to him again. I felt wild, crazy! I had lost all inhibitions now. I
couldn't even think straight about what was taking place in that locked apartment. I
only knew I wanted my pussy filled with Koko's cock. But he was jumping up on Fluffy
again!
"Get away, you dirty bitch!" I crawled over on hands and knees and shoved her from
under Koko's humping attack. She went sprawling and whimpering and I turned to
offer Jeanette's dog my own pussy. He nosed around between my throbbing lips. I
gasped excitedly and parted my thighs so he could see I was ready. He touched my
asscheeks with his paws and then went on up. I felt his belly against my ass. It felt
lovely. His cock flopped up against my tummy and I grabbed at it with my hand. It was
so slick I could hardly hold onto it. But finally I circled my finger and thumb around
the flared tip and wiggled my pussy against it. It went in a little then. Ohhhhh, God, it
felt good.
But Koko was frisking around so hard that it slipped out again. I was going crazy. My
ass was jerking around, too, but I wanted to be fucked. It had been so long since I'd
had the courage to really want a thorough fucking from a man. A dog was better than
nothing.
"Hurry, you lousy dog! You dirty fucker! Hurry, hurry! Ohhh, shit!"
Somehow Koko, jumping around and all, hit me just right. I felt that thing go to the
very end of my pussy. And then my cunt closed down around it tight. I pumped my ass
like that, holding Koko's front paw over my right shoulder so he couldn't fall off.
"Ohh... ohhh... ohhhhhhh!" Just like that I came. My back humped up so hard that
Koko almost slid off onto the floor. It didn't take but a little rubbing for him to bring
me off. I guess it was his balls that did it. They were pressed underneath my pussy,
pushed against my cuntlips. That did it! I came like somebody had put an electric shock
against my cunt. It hurt, but it felt wonderful too. I held Koko inside me as long as it
made my pussy ripple with the spasms of ecstasy. It felt all itchy and tingly around the
outer parts of my cunt. And the longer I kept holding Koko on my back, the wilder he
got. My tension melted away. I couldn't imagine climaxing with a dog. But then I felt
the tickling friction again.
"Ohhh, noooo! I can't take another one!"
But I had to. It was the first time I'd ever come twice right in a row. This time it was a
lot more intense. I let out a ragged cry and fell onto my side, taking Koko with me. He
tried to get up. I felt him slipping his cock out of my pussy! Somehow I kept him
inside. I scooted myself on my side along the floor, pressing Koko's back up against the
wall. He couldn't scratch his way up or anything. I held him like that, his belly against
my back, his cock inside. While I held him, I fucked my ass up and down like crazy .
"Yikes! Ohhhh!"
This time I could feel him better. I could feel his cocktip flared and swollen deep inside
me. My tits burned so bad that I had to pinch a nipple while I came. And then I felt
Koko spurt his cream against the tiny opening to my womb. The sound of our fucking
changed from slippery sliding noises to a sucking, slurping ones. It made my heart beat
fast I just to hear that! I could feel his shaft penetrating my soft pussy and now I could
hear the creamy jizz smacking as it oozed from my hole and down onto the rug.
With a yip of panic, Koko got free of my body and limped away, head hung between
his front paws. He couldn't move. I just lay there in that pool of dog cum, drunk. God,
I was drunk. And I wasn't sure I wanted to get sober either. Just the thought of facing
myself in the bathroom mirror made me sick.
It was like the times I'd fingerfucked myself when young. It felt so good when I did it,
but afterward I was so ashamed! And that was mild compared to how I knew I'd feel
when I sobered up this time.
Koko didn't seem interested in Fluffy anymore. I took her back in the spare bedroom
and locked her up. Then I went to the bathroom. Sure enough, I couldn't stand to look
at myself in the mirror. So I ran a hot tub and peeled my cummy nightgown off. Then I
got in the water and cried like a baby.


Chapter 6

Jeanette was nervous. The luncheon date with John Williamson had gone off
beautifully. He'd taken her to a really nice place and lavished her with the best of the
house. There had been no mention of what had happened at his place up in the
mountains. And maybe that was what mad her jittery.
They were driving across town in his pickup now. Oh, she didn't even mind that. It was
one of the latest models with hi-fi and easy riding seats. John shifted through the traffic
and kept smiling at her.
"Would you like to meet those friends of mine now?"
"You mean they don't live up in the mountains at your place?"
"Not all the time. We have a place down here too."
Jeanette crossed her legs. Now she was definitely on edge. She still had an image in her
mind of that young, red-headed girl on her hands and knees and a dog trying to mount
her. Of course, John had pulled the same thing with her, but hadn't pushed it. She
didn't like to remember how easy he'd had his way – or how easy the dog had had its
way later that night.
"I really should be getting back to my place."
"Aw, come on. I told them about you. They're anxious to meet you."
"I thought they had," she said. "Somebody was holding that dog back the night you
held me down up there..."
"Oh, forget all that. That was just a little test."
"A test?"
"To see if you were the freaky type."
Jeanette tightened the muscles in her thighs. Her cunt was damp and hot. "Oh. I see."
She didn't see a damn thing. She just couldn't figure this guy out at all.
John turned into a street where there were large, well-kept houses set back from the
road. He slow at one and pulled into the circular drive. Jeanette saw the name on the
mailbox. Williamson. She was impressed.
"Wow! Is all this..."
"I share it with my friends." He stopped the truck and leaned over to kiss her on the
nose. "I want you to become one of my friends."
She didn't know what to say. She got out and followed him up the steps to the massive
front door. A short man with a tight jersey opened it and bowed to her as she came in.
There was a sweeping staircase and lots of heavy, expensive-looking furniture in a
Spanish motif.
A girl came bouncing out of a hallway to meet them. Jeanette saw that it was the red
headed girl. Her hair wasn't in pigtails now, but Jeanette could never forget her short
nose and freckles.
"Hi!" the girl said, "I'm Jamie!" She was fresh-scrubbed as apple pie. She flashed a 
cornfed smile at John and he hugged her shoulders. Jeanette didn't know how she stood
anymore or what the hell was going on. She turned to John.
"Is this some kind of club?"
Jamie and John exchanged glances and the redhead shrugged.
"Yeah, I guess you might call it that." She took Jeanette's hand. "Come on." Jeanette
looked back at John as the girl led her down a long hall. He waved and smiled like
everything was just fine. Oh, Sure! She felt a tug at her guts. She had an idea there was
something brewing she wouldn't be up to.
"Where are we going?"
"To meet a friend." Jamie beamed. "You asked if we were a club. Well, we call ourselves
The Friends."
Jeanette rolled her eyes in disgust. A lot that told her. She was beginning to wonder if
they all weren't a bit crazy. And she must be crazy too, to get dragged into it. The
Friends. Big deal. Friends of what, to what? They descended a stairwell. She guessed
they were well below ground level. The house was even bigger than it looked.
Jamie stopped at a closed door.
"I want to tell you something very important now." She held Jeanette's hand. "John has
great confidence in you. He thinks you'll be a wonderful Friend." The girl always
capitalized that word with her voice. But Jeanette was getting more mixed up all the
time.
"I don't understand."
"If you believe in him, you'll be the happiest person m the world. He's made all of us
very happy." Jamie cocked a hip. Her short, white dress resembled a nurse's uniform.
Jeanette looked at the door. She was shaking. "What's behind this door?"
Jamie wrinkled her freckled nose. "A Friend. Don't worry, you'll just be watching and
touching today. So he can get used to you. I'll show you how so there won't be any
problems." Jamie put her hand on the knob. "But you must remember not to show fear.
You must promise to do what I say. "
"Look, I didn't even want to come down here with you. I don't really know why I'm
here at all, except John insisted."
"He has a great vision." Jamie's pale blue eyes didn't blink. "Trust him." She opened the
door and pulled Jeanette in behind her.
Jeanette stiffened. She smelled animal. The room was dimly lit and sundry objects were
strewn around like children played there. Jeanette couldn't figure out the odor. It was
pungent, but not unpleasant.
Jamie pulled her along into another room. She saw sacks stacked in a corner in some
kind of trough. They went around the corner and Jeanette felt very thick foam rubber
under her feet. "This is where he sleeps."
"Who sleeps?" And then she saw him. He raised his head slowly from a pile of pillows.
His hair was thick and dark, his eyes glossy. He made a husk growling sound and came
over towards them. If she could have run, Jeanette would have. Then she felt the piss
trickling down the inside of her leg. "Nooooo..." She whimpered.
"Isn't he beautiful?" Jamie whispered. The big Saint Bernard stopped before her and
lowered his head. Jamie scratched him playfully and then nuzzled his fur with her
mouth. Jeanette opened her mouth to say something but her vocal cords were locked
tight. Jamie tickled the huge animal under his thick legs. He rubbed against her gently
and began licking her neck noisily.
"I think he's a little nervous because he doesn't know you," Jamie said. "Why don't you
sit down right over there."
Somehow Jeanette sat down. Then she remembered she had to start breathing again.
Jamie turned her back to the dog and he started gnawing at the buttons of her white
uniform.
"He likes me to undress." She pulled her dress clumsily from her shoulders. The Saint
Bernard lapped the red-head's freckled breasts. The girl closed her eyes and leaned
backwards. Jeanette I could hear her heart thumping like crazy.
"I... I don't believe this..." Jeanette mumbled under her breath. "I just don't..."
"Ohhhhh, Bernie... ohhhhh, you love me don't you?" Jamie smiled back at Jeanette.
"We started calling him that for fun but it stuck. We leave out the saint part." The huge
dog pushed the red-headed girl backwards on the foam rubber floor. She pushed her
fingers through his hair and chortled things Jeanette couldn't understand. He was
licking her belly and thighs almost like a man might do it. As scared as she was,
Jeanette felt her pussy glowing. Then she saw something she never thought she'd see in
her life. Jamie snaked her white hand down between the dog's legs. Jeanette saw her
fingers circle the darkly pigmented cock of the animal and gently start to jack him.
"Like that, Bernie baby? Like that?"
The dog lapped at one of her tits. Jeanette saw him tonguing the pink nipple hungrily,
saw the redhead arch her back up to him. Jeanette finally found her voice.
"Aren't you afraid he'll hurt you?"
"Oh, he has once or twice. But nothing really serious." She closed her eyes again. The
dog had pushed a paw into Jamie's cunt. Jeanette was sure she'd awaken any time now,
certain she'd find herself in her bed at home. It was a dream, wasn't it? But no, it
wasn't!
Jeanette couldn't keep her eyes off the Saint Bernard's cock. It was long and thick. It
wasn't shaped at all like a human male was shaped. And there was fur all around the
place where it came out of the animal's body. To watch the snow white hand of Jamie
massaging and exciting that stiff, dark thing made Jeanette tremble, made her rub her
thighs together. She was flooding with juice. Her pussy was feverish and she longed to
shove a finger down in the mess. It dawned on her that she was letting this bestial scene
excite her and she tried to shake the whole thing off.
"He's so... so heavy looking."
Jamie was nuzzling at the animal's neck again. "He weighs over two-hundred pounds.
But he can be very gentle." She let the dog push her back. "You'll see... ohhhhh, Bernie
baby...!"
The huge dog worked his huge body between the small girl's legs. She opened her
thighs happily for him and guided his cock against her glossy, slick lips. Jeanette
couldn't keep her hands off of herself any longer. She didn't care whether it was bestial
or not. She didn't care what was happening there in that strange, dim room. It was
exciting her, that's all she knew. It was the most sexual, most bewitching thing she'd
ever witnessed.
The Saint Bernard rested atop the girl as he began to screw her. His big paws pressed
against the red-head's white flesh. Jeanette's fear began to diminish. And Jamie was
working her bottom around excitedly, trying to let the darkened tip of the Saint
Bernard's cock slip into her body.
Jeanette gasped as the inner membrane opened. The darker pigmented cock stood out
against Jamie's white cuntlips and pink inner lips. She saw the girl's juices oozing back
over the dog's cock, slickening it. The dog was moving his haunches like a man would
do. But he was stronger, much more powerful. His cock slipped into Jamie's soft cunt.
The girl stiffened and quivered allover. Her toes' pointed and she began to rub her tits
back frantically with both hands.
"Uhhhnnn... ohhhh, Bernie! Hurry... hurry, Bernie... Jamie wants you inside!"
The young girl's words brought another tingle of pleasure to Jeanette's body. It was so
gentle the way the frail girl and the huge dog were making love. And strange as it was
to see that kind of contrast, Jeanette thought the dark fur against Jamie's lithe, fair body
was exquisite. What would it feel like to have something making love to you that was
so furry? Jeanette pulled her ankles up so she was sitting Indian fashion, the hem of her
dress thrown back to bare her thighs. Then she slipped a hand down the front of her
panties and curled a finger against her clit. It rose hot and slippery from its protective
hood.
"Ohhhhhh," she breathed, keeping her eyes on the Saint Bernard and the girl. The
animal was making sounds and pushing his nose against Jamie's neck. She tilted her
chin high to let him root there against her soft, freckled skin. Jamie was making little
snorting sounds through her nose. Her fingers clutched the back of the big animal,
pulling him into her each time he thrust. His cock glistened with her juice each time he
slipped it out of her pussy. Jeanette was sitting so she could see the contact of their
bodies clearly.
"Ohhh, God!" Jeanette cried, more excited than ever. "He's really swelling up big! I
didn't think dogs were hung like that..."
"This is a unique breed," Jamie said, voice trembling. "He's quite large when...
ohhhhh... ohhhh, he really fucks hard when he gets excited... ohhhhh, Bernie!" She
closed her eyes and clutched the dog's neck hard.
Jeanette saw Jamie quicken her movements. The Saint Bernard had her trapped under
his bulk. In their passion they rolled on their sides, and Jeanette squirmed with
excitement as she saw the huge paws pet down Jamie's slender back. The dog searched
out the plump cheeks of her ass and dug between them. He was fucking wildly now,
each thrust making Jamie's light frame quiver.
"Ohhh, Bernie honey... don't do that... ohhhh you're going to make Jamie scream!"
But the dog kept digging at her ass, pushing and pawing. Jamie twitched her ass from
one side the other. Jeanette could hear the hot sucking sound of the dog's cock, could
see it there between the redhead's thighs, even from behind. Jamie was still trying to
escape the exploring paw. She was giggling and moaning. She kissed the beast on his
leathery nose and her tits heaved deeply.
"Ohhhh... mmmmmmmnnnnoooo... Oh, Bernie! Uhn, Uhn, Uh!" The dog had found
her asshole. Jeanette could tell that some of Jamie's cunt juice had leaked back over her
rectum, because when the dog pushed his huge paw against her, there was a wet noise.
Jamie let out a shuddery breath and her head fell back and to the side. She looked limp.
But her toes were pointed again and splayed out like a fan.
"Ber-Bernie! You'll make Jamie come! I always come when you... do... that... uhnnn!"
Jeanette plowed her cunt with three fingers now. Her pussy was bloomed out as wide as
it would go and she could feel the big tendons under her flesh. Could feel the deep, hot
place that reached into the secrets of her body. She tried to slip a thumb in her cunt,
but couldn't reach deep enough. She knew her mind was in a strange condition. She
didn't want to stop and think about what was taking place there before her. But she did
think of that lovely, dark cock that was sliding in and out of Jamie's body. She thought,
too, of how John Williamson had shoved a finger in her ass. It was odd how exciting
something like that was. She'd never done it to herself, or had it done by anyone before.
But now she was watching the dog work his paw against Jamie's ass. The girl's ass
danced around wildly as the animal prodded her.
Jamie was making strange, gasping noises. And the Saint Bernard was working on her
neck now, letting his fangs scrape the spit-slick skin. Jeanette saw long red marks
wherever he put his mouth. There was no blood, but he was biting the helpless girl!
Jeanette felt a moment of panic. She wouldn't be able to do anything if that beast
decided he wanted to get rough. But her own feverish excitement took her attention
again.
"Nnnnnnnn... ohhhhhhmmmmm!" Jeanette gouged with both hands now. She could
smell the hot musk rising to her nostrils. She sucked in huge lungfuIs of air and sighed
and twitched all over. Jamie wasn't making words anymore. Only sounds. And the
sounds were something like the ones the dog was making. Strange sounds of passion.
Bernie had Jamie on her back again. He was pushing her thighs wider than they had
been, pushing them with his own legs. Jeanette could hardly believe the positions he
could get into!
The Saint Bernard opened his jaws and slipped them around Jamie's thin throat.
Jeanette trembled with the thrill of it! He could snap her head off with one bite! He had
her stretched and pinned like a rabbit! But he wasn't biting her hard. He was working
his teeth just deep enough to make red welts on the girl's flesh.
Jamie's tension, her hot frenzy was obvious. She could hardly move in the position the
dog had her, but still she moved. Her ass bumped and danced under the beast's huge
weight. His cock slipped easily in and out, drenched with her musky juice. And he dug
at her with his huge, hairy paws as he fucked her.
Jeanette was about to come herself. She was as close to climax as she could get. She
could almost feel what Jamie was feeling. It had to be glorious! Even in its danger, it
had to be glorious. The redhead's pretty tits were pressed high against the dog's chest.
Her back was arched sharply and her trim hips plunged and raked at the cock that had
invaded her velvet cunt. When she made a trilling, gasping sigh, Jeanette knew the girl
was coming. Her flat tummy convulsed, her freckled nose wrinkled with the
excruciating intensity of her convulsions.
"Ohhhh, uhnnn. Bernie, yesssss! Ohhhhh, yes, yes, yes!"
Steamy juice dripped from the teenager's ravished cunt. Jeanette could see how huge
the Saint Bernard's cock had gotten. But she hadn't guessed that the flared head would
have grown so grotesquely huge! When the beast jerked back to ram deep again,
Jeanette glimpsed the thing! It was like the top of a mushroom! It looked like it was
pulling half of Jamie's pussy with it as it slipped out. The young girl's dainty folds
sucked around it tightly and Jamie moaned and trembled as Bernie eased himself back,
eased the spongy barb back past the circle of muscles that surrounded her cunt.
"Ohhhhhh, Bernie, don't take it away!" She clutched him and kissed him wetly. "Give
it back! Ohhh, do give it back, Bernie baby!"
Bernie shoved hard, tucking his ass in and under. Jeanette held her breath. It was
unbelievable that someone as young as Jamie could hold all that hot animal prick! But
somehow she did! Her body lurched and she made a strangled noise in her throat, but
she took it into the deepest part of her belly!
Now Jamie was coming hard and fast. The dog's weight forced her legs wide apart.
Jeanette heard a joint pop in the teenager's hip but the girl showed now indication of
pain. She was as open to the beast's loving as was physically possible. That barb had to
be raking her tender pussy like crazy! Jeanette grunted with her own excitement. She
was fingerfucking herself with three fingers, pretending the dog had his monstrous cock
inside her.
Jamie's ass danced up and down and sideways. Her breath came in hot little squeals as
the shivering ecstasy rushed over her skin. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she
snapped her teeth at the big dog's neck. Now he held himself deep and bumped with
quick little jabs. Jeanette saw the spurt of creamy jizz spout from the edges of Jamie's
stretched cunt! The Saint Bernard's balls pumped up and down in their sack as he kept
fucking. The thick cum popped and sucked as he slid his prick head in and out of
Jamie's clasping pussy.
"Mnnnnnn. God, oh, God, oh, God!" Jamie cried, her face twisted in agonized pleasure.
The huge dog pulled away from her and turned to look at Jeanette. Her heart froze in
her chest. There he was, all two hundred pounds of him, his dark cock still oozing jizz.
She was surprised that she could look him in the eyes. There was something intelligent
in those eyes. He studied her, sitting on his haunches like that. Jeanette eased her
fingers out of her throbbing pussy and wiped them on her dress. She didn't want him
to think she'd been fingerfucking herself. It was like he was intelligent, like he knew.
And for the first time, Jeanette saw how really beautiful a dog was. At least this dog was
beautiful. The furry coat that blanketed his skull, the sculptured holes of his nostrils.
He was frightening, but beautiful.
"Be-Bernie?"
The animal made a growling noise and tilted his head. Jeanette looked at Jamie. The
poor girl lay on her back, legs spread wide. She looked like she'd fainted. Her young
pussy was thoroughly fucked and it looked it. Long strings of cum dribbled out of her
hole. There were red marks all over her body from the dogs claws and teeth. The pink
nipples of her breasts stood up like ravished fingers and there were teeth marks there,
too. Jeanette was trembling now, crawling slowly backwards on the thick, foam floor.
"Jamie? Jamie, he's coming after me!"
"Mmmmmm..." The girl's head flopped and she tried to open her eyes.
The Saint Bernard suddenly approached and Jeanette felt strong, warm paws press
against her wrist. She looked down at them. She opened her mouth but no sound came
out.
"He won't hurt you," Jamie managed to say. "He came in me. He just wants to see who
you are and if you're nice. He's not thinking about sex again, not yet, anyway."
Jeanette tried to swallow but her mouth was dry.
"He might hurt me!"
"Not if you don't panic." Jamie had pushed up on one elbow. "Relax, show him you're
not afraid!"
But she was afraid! Jeanette stopped scooting backward and closed her eyes. She felt the
dog's paw against her arm. He brushed the sleeve of her silken dress for a second,
puzzled with the texture of the material. Then his paw slipped under the hem and he
jabbed her belly, hard!
"He likes you!" Jamie squealed. "That's how he shows it!"
Jeanette opened her eyes. The dog's face was close and he was staring at her tits now.
He scratched against the dress until it parted down the front enough for one of her big
tits to flop out.
"Your breasts are lots bigger than mine," Jamie said. "I think he's puzzled by that."
The Saint Bernard licked one gently. Jeanette was ready to scream if he hurt her. But
she was surprised at how softly his huge tongue lapped her white orb. He licked the
nipple experimentally and the brown nubbin rose from the soft surrounding flesh.
"Oh, wow! He knows what turns me on!" She laughed for the first time. He knew that
laughter meant all was right.
"Go on and touch him," Jamie urged.
Jeanette put a hand on the beast. He pursed his big mouth and wet the knuckles of her
fingers. She felt like she was in some wild fantasy. This animal was actually very tender.
But she couldn't forget the wild, savage way he'd attacked Jamie. At any time during
the fucking, he could have pulled the young girl limb from limb. But she had trusted
him.
"I'm still afraid."
"That's natural. But John was right. He told me he thought that Bernie would like you
right off."
A shiver went through Jeanette's body. What did John Williamson have planned for her
and Bernie? Did he want the beast to fuck her too?
Jamie got shakily to her feet. "Come on, Bernie. You'll be seeing Jeanette tonight at the
party." The big dog turned and lumbered off behind the trim, naked redhead. Jeanette
watched them disappear through a door and in a few minutes Jamie came back alone.
She picked up her clothes and started dressing.
"I'm always a little gimpy when Bernie gets through with me." Her bright eyes
sparkled. "And he's really hard on a girl's buttons."
Jeanette felt like she was on the edge of a razor. She had worked herself into a slick
froth and then had to stop. She got to her feet and tried to calm her frayed nerves, tried
to put what she'd seen in some kind of perspective. As they left the room, Jamie took
her hand and squeezed it.
"Let me tell you something, Jeanette. You haven't had loving until you've had it from a
dog like Bernie." The girl's face looked so innocent, so flushed with healthful
excitement. "And I think John made a perfect choice. You were wonderful in there.
Most chicks would just freak right out."
"I almost did."
"But you didn't." Jamie led her from the room and locked the door behind. "I'll show
you to your room now and you can clean up a little. We're having a party in your
honor tonight." Jamie wrinkled her short nose and smiled. "It'll be fun."
Jeanette followed the trim redhead down the hall and back up the steps. She was still
dazed, floating in a half-dream. It was really happening. It was happening and she was
being pulled along like a rowboat in a whirlpool. So she went on, letting the current
take her.


Chapter 7

The bath didn't, help at all. I had to find the bottle again. It was on its side under the
bed, more than half-shot, too. But I poured myself another stiff one and kept my head
from coming down into some fucking ugly mood. Wow, I was really getting it on. I felt
like I was losing a grasp on every thing I'd built my life around. I'd gotten into some
weird movie and I couldn't seem to get loose from it. Even now, I was thinking about
how Koko's cock had felt sliding in and out of my pussy!
"Oh, God, why can't I forget these damned dogs?" I stood with my head against the
wall and beat it futilely with both fists. Then I found the bottle again, quick. It was
almost shot. I had to keep drinking. I was afraid to come down. The doorbell rang.
"Hi, Jerry, come on in." I tried to act straight but could tell my smile was a drunk and
sloppy one. Jerry looked at me knowingly.
"What's the celebration?"
"Huh? Oh, who cares! You want a drink, Jerry?"
"I'm looking for Jeanette. She's been giving me the runaround. She said she had a job
today, but I don't believe it."
I plopped into the sofa before I fell. "She went out. Went to eat lunch somewhere. I
don't know." I swigged straight from the bottle. I'd thrown on a short, red dress to
lounge around in and the damned thing had flopped up above my thighs. I jerked it
down and grinned. There was a sound outside in the hall. Jerry got up and went to the
door.
"That's Roland. My car's in the garage with. A busted water pump so he's driving me
around today." I didn't want to see Roland, but figured I was boozed up enough to talk
to the goddamn hall. I didn't give a shit. I liked the way Jerry was looking at me,
though.
"Hi, Cathy," Roland said. I smiled, but then a huge dog came into the room behind
him. Though I hadn't been able to see very well in that basement up at Roland's cabin,
I was almost certain that this had been one of the dogs that'd attacked me! I pushed
myself deeper into the sofa cushions, working my bare feet frantically against the rug.
"Something wrong?" Roland pulled the dog's leash and the animal sat.
"Huh? Uh, no. Nothing." I grabbed the bottle by the neck and drank. Jerry pushed a
hand through his blond hair and gave Roland a look.
"Cathy seems to be having herself a little party. I think I'll wait around for Jeanette. I
have a few things to say to her, the bitch."
Roland shrugged. "Why don't I go out and make a beer run. Might as well make an
afternoon of it."
"I'll go with you," Jerry said. But when Roland headed for the door, I saw that he was
planning leave his big dog there with me. I staggered up and nearly stumbled over the
low coffee table.
"Hey, wait! Wait... don't..." The door closed, leaving me there in the room with the
dog. I slumped drunkenly into the sofa cushions. The dog licked his chops and eyed me
like I was prime rib.
"You stay right there, you sonofabitch!" I shook the empty whiskey bottle at him. The
dog made a funny noise. I was scared. But the alcohol had deadened my reflexes. I
knew how helpless I was. I had on this filmy little dress that stopped just above my
knees. No bra. A skimpy pair of panties. Barefoot. The dog made that noise again.
"I wish I knew how to pray," I mumbled. The dog was up now, stalking me. As slowly
as I could, I rose and started toward the bedroom. He was too smart to let me get a
door between him and my pussy. When he leaped, I screamed and ran as fast as I
could. The bottle I threw missed him a mile. I heard his claws, trying to get traction on
the slick floor of the hall way. I was just inside the bedroom when his teeth caught my
ankle. My mind dissolved in fear. I lurched forward screaming, tripped up by the fangs
that had closed around the delicate bones of my foot.
"Nooooo! Oh, God in heaven... somebody... help me!" I went down on my knees on
the floor and fell forward on the mattress. The dog mounted quickly. I felt his cock
pushing the silky material of my dress up between my ass cheeks. Drunk and sobbing, I
dug my elbows at him. The dog barked and closed his jaws down over the back of my
neck.
"Uhhhnnnn!" I screamed with fear. I had never been bitten like that in my life. I felt
that my neck was going to be broken any second. Instead, the dog shook me back and
forth like a rag doll, his haunches working steadily at my spread cheeks. He had shoved
between my legs and held me firmly in his jaws. He was huge! Bigger than I'd
remembered in the darkness of Roland's basement. He was a monster!
I felt hot tears streak down my cheeks. The dog let go of my neck and I lay weak and
sobbing. I was too frightened to move, too drunk to fight back. The big mongrel
worried my ass with his mouth until he found the sheer, silken panties that hid my
cunt. With an angry flop of his head, he tore the crotch into shreds. I felt the air hit my
damp pussy and knew I was naked to his lust now.
"Nooooo! Bad dog!"
It was like screaming in the wind. The dog pushed the torn silk up to expose my
quivering cheeks. I felt his tongue first. Hot, snaking between the plump swells. My ass
was thoroughly soaked with dogspit. I squirmed to get away from him but when I did,
he nipped at my ass.
"Noo! Mmmmmmgod, noo, noonooo!" I clawed the bedspread with frantic fingers. I
tried to roll to the side, to slip away from that hungry mouth. Sharp teeth sank into the
plump cheek of my ass and the dog growled threateningly. He held me like that as
tingling jolts of excitement burst up through my belly and down my thighs. My fear
was mixed with turbulent emotions now. I felt feverish and my pussy swelled with
blood. What was happening? Those fangs felt like needles, but they hurt so exquisitely.
I just couldn't explain it, didn't want to explain it. My heart pounded and sweat dripped
from under both arms.
"Ohhhhh! I hate you, you beast!" But even as I spoke, I moved my knees wider on the
rug. The dog released his hold of my ass and tried to mount again. I felt his thick, hard
cock. It was so slippery, so juicy! For some reason I giggled hysterically. The dog missed
with his first lunge and I felt the shape of his cock press against one cheek of my ass.
"Noooo! Oh, no, I can't let this happen!"
Through my foggy, drunken thoughts, a shred of reality tried to assert itself. This lousy
sonofabitch of a dog was trying to fuck me! Right there in my own bedroom! A dog! I
hated dogs! Hated all of them just like I hated men!
But what had caused me to think that? I didn't hate men, did I? I felt like I was losing
my mind. I whirled, angry at the animal who kept shoving his cock at my pussy. I lifted
a fist but the dog caught my wrist in his mouth and bit down hard.
"Yikes! Ohhhhh, God, that hurts!"
He horsed me back down on the bed and jabbed instinctively with his haunches. The
head of his prick was pushing past my cuntlips. Frantically I tightened my muscles. The
folds of slick velvet sucked down hard around his flared knob. The dog made a whining
sound and jabbed all the harder.
I arched my back and raised my tits off the bed. Slick butter dripped from my cunt and
darkened the rug between my knees. The dog's cock pushed in another inch. I was
getting fucked whether I wanted it or not! I opened my mouth to scream, but nothing
came out but a pathetic little squeak.
Why were they so big? Ohhh, God, why? Why did dogs like me so much? Why did
they drive me mad with their insatiable lust? My mind fell swirling into madness. I
gasped for breath. My clit pulsed like a bomb as my juices flooded hotly over it. The
dog jerked. I could feel the sides of his shaft slipping deeper into my cunt. My dainty
inner lips were forced in with the cock, sucked into my stretched, aching hole.
He was deep now. I could feel his cockhead swelling in rhythm with his heartbeat. The
dog's breath was hot against my neck. My curly blonde hair was wet with his drool. I
pushed a hand back under my tummy, back between my parted thighs. Trembling, I
curled my fingers around his balls. I could feel the furry sheath, but realized that part of
it had been fucking into my body along with the raw meat of his cock.
"Ohhh! How awful!" But as awful as it was, I worked my pelvis up and down. I
couldn't keep still with my pussy jammed with raw dog prick! I worked his eggs around
in their sack. They were spongy, but firm too. I knew they must be packed with steamy
jizz.
The dog was going crazy. He was pumping so hard that he pulled himself free from my
body. I don't know why I turned, but I did. Maybe I was trying to get away. Or maybe
not. But I squirmed around so that my back was on the mattress, my ass at the edge of
it. The dog fell between my thighs eagerly and rammed his dripping prick into my
pussy with a single, smooth thrust.
I threw back my head and screamed. I felt his cock better now as it rubbed my clit. I
had lost all fear and anger and everything else except the need to be fucked. I threw my
slender legs high and wrapped them over the dog's strong back.
"Ohhhh! Dog, you filthy, lousy dog!"
I squeezed his balls hard. It was like I wanted him to come. To get it over with and
drive me over that line between sanity and madness. I knew I was on the verge of some
kind of fit. And my body was tingling and burning and glowing like crazy.
"Yess! Uhn, fuck me, you bastard! Ohhhhhhh, fuck me!"
I got both hands between us. I felt both eggs now and rolled and squeezed them until
the dog growled in pain.
"Mnnnnnnnnn. Ohnnnoooo!"
I couldn't move my ass fast enough. I wallowed my pussy hard against the fucking dog.
But I couldn't quite capture that tantalizing tickle.
"Ohhhhhh, I'm gonna die if it doesn't stop itching!"
I humped my back and then arched it. My ass plunged around like it had a mind all its
own. I could feel the cocktip gouging me deep inside. But I was slipping, slipping off
the edge of the bed. The dog yelped and fought to keep his cock inside my pussy. Even
as I fell, I clutched at him and my cunt went tight around his shaft.
But I fell.
"Nooooo! Ohhh, come on, stupid! Hurry and fuck me! Hurry!"
The dog tried to lower himself between my spread legs. But I was flat on the floor and
he couldn't bend his legs right to get himself down. I was out of my mind with lust! I
couldn't talk, couldn't think. All I wanted was that cock back inside my throbbing cunt!
A door slammed. Footsteps hurrying down the hall.
"You dirty, filthy fucker!" It was Jerry's voice. There was a thump and the huge dog fell
away from me whimpering with pain. I tried to focus, tried to crawl to my feet, but fell.
More blows sounded. I heard Roland, too, yelling something. Jetty was telling him to
get his dog and get the hell out of there.
I didn't know why I was crying but I was. I crawled babbling down the hall. My pussy
burning with fever. I stopped at a chair and shoved it backwards against my leg. Even
that felt better than nothing. I was so empty inside. I wanted so much to be fucked
again.
Jerry was shoving Roland out the front door. Now he was running towards me. I
grabbed his knees and tried to pull myself up.
"Ohhhhh, Jerry! I think I'm losing my mind...!"
"Cathy, baby, what's wrong?" He rubbed my back. My dress was pushed up under my
arms and his fingers felt warm and smooth on my skin. "That sonofabitch tore your
clothes off. I shoulda killed him."
I couldn't even talk. His hand kept rubbing me and I burrowed my face against his
crotch. It was warm and soft. Now it wasn't so soft. The longer I nuzzled, the firmer the
lump became. Jerry was breathing funny. He touched my crotch where my panties
hung in shreds. I felt him trace the edges of my swollen pussy. His fingers came away
wet.
"Ohhhhhh, Jerry!"
"Cathy, you're so beautiful." He was kissing my back now. His fingers slipped up and
down the insides of my thighs. I heard his belt buckle clink and felt the movements as
he undressed.
"I've been wanting to fuck you for a long time. Guess you know that."
"No... ohh, no, I didn't!" I trembled as he cupped one of my small tits.
"All the time I was going with Jeanette I kept my eye on you."
"Ohh, Jerry! Hurry darling. That dog... he did awful things to me!"
"Poor baby!" His mouth wet my shoulder. I felt him pressing his cockhead up into my
parted cuntlips. My pussy convulsed and flooded his shaft with hot juice.
"He didn't hurt you too bad, did he?"
"Not too bad." I wiggled my ass and felt more juice flood out over Jerry's cock. I wished
I could see it. I just knew it had to be beautiful. He eased himself forward. I was on my
hands and knees there in the front room and he was going to mount me just like the
dog had! But this was Jerry! It was instant love! I wanted him to bite me just like the
mongrel had!
"Ohhhhhh, honey... bite me!"
"What?"
"Yessss! Please! Hurt me some."
"Ohh, Cathy... I'll do anything you want." His teeth closed down on my shoulder and I
babbled happily. I could feel his cock slipping between my dainty membrane. When he
was halfway in, my pussy tightened around him hotly. I couldn't make it loosen up
again.
"You're fantastic." He petted my tits and traced the inward curve of my waist.
"Ohhh, you're big. Even bigger than that... that dog!"
He pulled slowly back, then fucked me again. My knees came off the floor and I panted
there, head down between my arms. He held me up in the air like that, working his
cock around in my belly until I was drooling.
"Mmmmmmm. Uhnnn." I made fists with my fingers. My eyes fluttered. "You're
fucking me to death!"
Jerry stopped moving and held me close, his hands tight against my belly.
"We don't want to rush. It's too good to hurry."
As hot as I was, it did feel good to stop. Jerry's huge cock filled my cunt! I sensed the
swelled tip of his head and the heaviness of his meat. He kissed my neck and caressed
me.
"What was it like with Roland's dog?" he asked.
I was embarrassed to tears, but I managed a few stammered words. "Oh, it was weird."
"You didn't like it?"
"I... I..." It was hard to tell an out and out lie. I had enjoyed it in a twisted kind of way.
Or maybe I'd just enjoyed it, no twists, no kinks. I moved my ass to urge Jerry to fuck
me some more. I didn't want to talk about dogs. I wanted Jerry to I fuck me. I was
really getting it on with a guy and my heart was in it this time!
"Well? Did you dig it when that big dog slipped his cock..."
"Jerry! I really don't want to talk about..."
"You dug it, didn't you? Look, I don't care. It just sounds kind of interesting."
It looked as though he wasn't going to go on fucking me unless I gave him some kind
of answer.
"Okay. I dug it." I was a little peeved with him for pushing me into a confession. "A
girl has a cunt. When something hot and throbbing and slick goes into her cunt, it feels
good. Even if a dog is doing it to her. But I don't..."
"Wow! That's far out!"
"Jerry..."
"Cathy, baby, would you do something wild for me?"
"Ohhhhh, Jerry, please..."
"I know it sounds crazy!" He kissed my back. I could feel him slipping his cock out of
my pussy. I almost cried to feel it go. "Koko is in the other room hiding behind the
sofa. I guess that big dog scared him." Jerry kissed my mouth. "Cathy, would you let
Koko fuck you while I watched?"
I felt heartbroken but I smiled gamely. I wanted Jerry to like me.
"I'd rather fuck you. But if you want me to..."
"I'm crazy to see it!" He went down the hall, his balls swinging between his thighs. He
looked so beautiful. I wanted his cock deep inside me, not that damned dog prick. If I
wasn't still so drunk, I knew I'd protest more. But I was past the point of caring. My
pussy ached for stimulation. I had been fucked twice now and hadn't come. If this
sonofabitch wanted me to fuck a dog, I'd fuck a dog. I felt fatalistic about it now.
Koko approached me, Jerry close behind.
"Oh, I still wish I didn't have to do this." I looked imploringly at Jerry. "You won't hate
me when you see it happening?"
"God, no! I'll probably knock him away after a while and get back to doing it myself."
I steadied myself on hands and knees. Koko sniffed around my puffy cunt and then
jumped up onto my back. I felt his claws scraping for something to hold on to. But
when he tried to slip his cock into my hole, it hurt.
"He's too dry for some reason," I gasped, twisted my ass away and pushing Koko from
my back. Jerry got up and went to the bathroom. He came back with a bottle of musk
oil.
"What's that for?" I looked up numbly. Oh I felt so spaced, so strung out on fucking.
"If he's dry, you can fix that."
I took the bottle of oil. Jerry knelt there beside me and Koko's tongue wagged in and
out. I could see what he wanted me to do now. He wanted me to lubricate the dog's
cock! I felt I had reached the limit of my shame. I shook my head and a tear formed in
the corner of one eye.
"Here, I brought this, too," Jerry said. He handed me a fresh pint of liquor, the cap
already unscrewed. In despair, I gulped a mouthful and I forced it down. Then I
grabbed the vial and shook out a huge amount of the oil. Koko sat on his haunches
waiting patiently.
Not daring to look at Jerry's face anymore, I cupped my palm around the dog's raw
meat and jacked the oil in. His shaft extended quickly from I its sheath, exposing more
of the red membrane to my massaging fingers. I worked the oil in thoroughly,
pretending that it was nothing so far out. That second shot of liquor had taken me up
again too. I felt drunk and loose like before. I jacked Koko's cock rapidly, the oil
slipping down my wrist, dripping off my elbow.
"Christ!" Jerry was leaning close, watching me.
I got onto my hands and knees again and Koko tried once more. This time there was
nothing to keep his flared cock from slipping into my pussy. It went in with a loud
suck and I began to pump my ass around in circles. I wanted the sonofabitch to get his
rocks off and satisfy Jerry's curiosity. Now that I was drunk, I kept telling myself that it
was natural for him to want to see this. That he would be okay afterwards and then
fuck me.
But Koko went at me with more energy than he had ever had before. He jabbed hard,
pushing back with his hind legs to get power, pawing me with his front ones. His
sheath bumped my clit each time he fucked. I tried not to let it get to me, but there
wasn't anything I could do about the subtle, slippery friction that caressed my tiny
nubbin again and again.
"Ohh! Mmmmmm, aren't you ready to fuck me again, Jerry? Ohhhhh! Ohhh, I want
you to honey. Really want you tooooo!"
"That dog looks like he's taking care of you pretty good." Jerry's voice sounded
strained. I opened my eyes and saw that he had scooted around in front of me. He was
moving the skin his cock up and down on the shaft. He was jacking off right there in
front of me while the feverish Collie ravished my pussy with his raw cock!
"Ohhhh, Jerry!" The dog barked and hurried his strokes. My pussy flooded out its juice
again like when Roland's big dog had gotten deep. Now there wasn't any need for musk
oil or any other kind of oil. My cunt was dripping butter. And the slippery, slucking
sound was even getting to me!
"Jerry, what are you doing?"
"Can't you get your head down a little lower, baby!" He was breathing raggedly. I fell
onto my elbows. I was lost now and didn't know what the hell was going on, except
that the cock in my pussy was wiping me out good! My cunt was on fire! My clit pulsed
furiously and there before my face was the stiff, throbbing shaft of Jerry's cock. He
eased the foreskin back until the glossy, purple tip was completely exposed.
"Suck it, Cathy! Come on. You got to!" He held it up to my mouth, working the skin
back and forth all the time. Even as I let it slip over my bottom lip, Koko bumped me
forward, bumped me hard enough to push over Jerry's shaft.
"Gggggaaaa!" I gagged and choked on the thick cock as it went into my throat.
"Suck it! I'm gonna come, ohhhh, for Christ's sake, Cathy! Suck!"
My gagging reflexes tightened the muscles in my belly and in my cunt. I felt the velvet
folds cinch down on Koko's cock. He yelped and tried to yank himself free but his
prick was firmly embedded in the convulsing muscles of my cunt. I still couldn't get my
breath and couldn't dislodge the mushroom-shaped cocktip in my throat! It swelled in
pulses. It felt like a huge mushroom jabbing at my tonsils! I made horrible retching
sounds and flopped onto my side on the floor.
Jerry groaned with passion and turned, too, so he could stay in my fucking mouth! He
had both hands at the back of my head, pulling me forward, letting me back an inch. I
couldn't say anything and couldn't resist. And my pussy was so tight on the dog's
tumid prick that I was afraid he would bite my side! I twitched with fear and pain as he
snatched his head and the flesh tore. Blood tricked down in a thin line! My pussy
relaxed suddenly and Koko jerked his knobbed cock almost all the way out. When he
rammed it deep again, hot streams of jizz jetted from the tip. I felt my insides washed
with dog cum.
Jerry trembled and his hands slipped from the back of my head. Finally I was able to
get my breath. As I sucked in air, my tongue whorled convulsively along the bottom of
Jerry's shaft. I could feel the hot, bulging veins and his spongy balls. A thick droplet of
cum formed at the tiny slit and in a second a frothing glop of jizz rolled onto my
tongue.
"Mnnnnnnooo!" I tried to swallow, but my stomach was still bucking. The foaming hot
stuff went up my nose! And Jerry was coming hard now! More of the soury cum
fountained from bursting cock! I felt the stuff bubbling out of my flared nostrils and
down into my mouth again.
Koko worked his prickhead almost into my womb as he spewed his hot cream. My ass
twitched and jerked from the tickle of his sheath on my clit. But I couldn't quite reach
my climax, couldn't find that moment of final release.
Maybe it was the shock of sucking a guy's cock for the first time, maybe the dog, I
didn't know. I was drunk and half-sick and dying for something take me over that line
of ecstasy and into paradise! Koko fell away, flopping in the final convulsions of his
come. I pulled my mouth away from Jerry's cock. He was on the floor on his back, a
dazed look on his face.
I went to my bedroom and slammed the door hard. Then I locked it. Jerry came and
knocked and tried to get me to let him in but I just kept quiet. I thought I might throw
something at him if I ever saw him again. I felt used, dirty. I discovered that I hated
Jerry more than I did Koko or that big dog of Roland's. How could I be angry at a
dumb animal? But Jerry had seduced me into doing what he wanted and not given me
anything in return. He was just some kind of awful pervert or something. I lay there
sobbing while the cum dried on my face.


Chapter 8

Jeanette felt ill at ease when she was first shown into the big room. There was only John
Williams and Jamie and herself, but she felt like a newcomer. She didn't know what
kind of behavior they expected of her. And she was still dizzy with the images of what
she'd seen Jamie do with that Saint Bernard.
There was low music. She'd been given a special costume to wear. It was almost like a
shorty nightgown, but without so many ruffles. It hung low on her big tits with a silk
tie just underneath. The folds of white silk draped to her thigh. Jamie had told her to
forget about panties. And Jeanette could guess why. They wanted her to make love to...
Bernie!
She walked around the big room, pretending to look at the paintings. Jamie had given
her a pair of ballet slippers and they fit her like gloves. She couldn't relax, though. She
felt like the star attraction. Even John kept admiring her out loud. He poured her a
glass of wine and handed it to her. "I've spoken to Jamie. She said you did wonderfully
up there with Bernie."
"I still think I'm dreaming." She sipped the wine.
"No, you're not dreaming." John was dressed in his usual jeans and cowboy shirt. He
looked like anybody you might see on the street, except more handsome than most
men.
"How did this all start."
"I'm a veterinarian," he said offhandedly. "Or was." He drank from his glass. "Had
some arguments with a few self-important people. I decided to do some research on my
own."
There was something a little crazy in his eyes. Jeanette had noticed it before, but now it
was really beginning to bother her.
"And Jamie?"
"My star pupil. She left from school when I left." He glanced at the pretty redhead. She
was doing something with a tape recorder. Jeanette wondered if the two of them ever
fucked. Jamie and John. She looked down at her wine. She was feeling more and more
unsure of the evening. "It won't happen here, will it?"
"No. We have a special place in back. We've cultured plants there and fixed it up. It'll
be warm out there tonight. Jamie has to place a few more recorders and..."
Jeanette swallowed hard. "I don't mean sound like a fool. But I keep getting the feeling
that I've lost my mind to be here at all. I mean, you just met me up there at your cabin,
or should I say you caught me peeking?" She smiled. "And then you did something to
me. Something weird. I know I'm not hypnotized now, but I don't want leave either."
She shook her head and took a big gulp of the wine.
"You're a most interesting subject," John said, his hand curving around her waist.
"See! You talk like a scientist half the time." She trembled as his fingers caressed her
hip. "But you don't act like one."
"That's what bothered my fellow professors the university. They said I mixed business
with pleasure too much." His fingers traced the outward swell of her ass. He felt each
cheek separately and then ran a finger over her shallow navel.
"Mmmmmmmm. You know, you seem to like my body. But you haven't made love to
me yet." Jeanette wasn't easily ignored. She wasn't afraid to say what was on her mind
either. Jerry had always liked her for that. It occurred to her that she liked Jerry a lot.
But he had started to bore her. This John Williamson was a whole new challenge,
scared as she was of him. "Well?"
"I heard you." He smiled. "You won't have to wait much longer." Jeanette felt in a
teasing mood.
"Are you as good a lover as Bernie?"
"You haven't really tried either of us, so how can you compare?"
Touché, she thought. She handed him her empty glass. John went off. She watched him
saying something to Jamie. The girl looked puzzled at first. She tugged on a red braid
and frowned. John Williamson brought Jeanette a fresh glass of wine and squeezed her
arm.
"I have to be getting some things ready. Jamie will take care of everything here..."
"But, wait. I don't..."
"There's nothing to worry about. Bernie is as gentle as a baby." He patted her ass.
Jeanette wanted to say something else, to ask him about the evening ahead. But he was
gone. She sipped her wine and strolled around the gracious living room. She felt very
sexy in her sheer garment and the silken material rubbed her nipples erotically when
she walked. Whenever a pang of fear threatened to make her want to get the hell out of
there, she told herself that she was stepping into a new adventure. And sex was what
interested her more than anything else in the world, wasn't it? Jamie was probably the
only girl in the world who had actually fucked with that full-grown Saint Bernard. And
Jeanette knew she was about to become number two! There was something terribly
exciting about that! Scared as she was, she could remember Jamie's words – you
haven't had loving until you've had it from a dog.
She wandered over to where Jamie was fooling around with the tape recorder.
"Hi."
Jamie looked up. "Oh. Hello. How do you feel? "
"Nervous as hell. You sure everything will go off all right?"
"Sure." Jamie fiddled with a switch. Jeanette was sure now. The girl was acting
strangely. She was definitely upset about something.
"You're not worried about me, are you? You don't think Bernie would hurt..."
Jamie forced a smile. "What gave you that idea? I'm just busy here. I don't really have
time to chat." The redhead took the recorder and disappeared through the French doors
that opened onto the garden in back. Jeanette pursed her lips, then took another sip
from her wine glass. Something was wrong. She could feel it. She went to watch Jamie,
but the redhead had already disappeared in the thick foliage. It was like a jungle back
there. The huge yard was completely enclosed by high walls. Birds twittered high
overhead. Hidden watering systems kept up a misty spray. It was damp and hot. Like a
jungle would be. She went back inside and poured herself more wine. She wished to
hell she knew what was eating Jamie. The girl had been so cheerful and full of
excitement earlier.
She felt the silk costume caressing her nakedness. When she closed her eyes she could
see Bernie's huge paws pressing against her chest, his bulky haunches holding her apart
as he shoved his cock into her.
"Jeanette, would you come out here please?" It was Jamie calling from the yard. Jeanette
went out and lay down on a thick mat of wild grass. It was softer than a bed, a perfect
place to fuck. Her heart pounded. It was starting to grow darker as evening approached.
Somewhere Bernie was waiting. When they let him out into the small forest, he'd come
to her. It was hard to keep her fingers off of herself. She was hot with anticipation.
Then she saw Jamie put her face down on the clipboard she'd been using. The girl was
sobbing quietly to herself.
"Bernie, poor Bernie."
"Jamie! What's wrong?"
The girl didn't know she'd been overheard.
"Nothing..." Her eyes were bleary from tears.
"Tell me! Tell me right now, damn it. Something is wrong. And if anybody has a right
to know, I have!"
Jamie bit her lip. "I don't know why John would want to do it this way!"
"Do what this way! Jamie, tell me!"
A change came over the young girl's face. She took a deep breath.
"Yes. You should know." She wiped a tear with the back of her hand. "John changed
the plans for the evening. You see, we have another dog beside Bernie. But he's much
younger and not trained so extensively as Bernie is." She snuffled and put the clipboard
down. "John plans to let that younger dog out after Bernie is making love to you. He
wants to record the competition." She choked on sob. "Oh, it'll be awful!"
Jeanette felt something like lead in the pit of her stomach.
"What do you mean, awful?"
Jamie looked at her. Her chin was trembling. "The young dog is stronger than Bemie.
He could kill him. John says he'll shoot one of them with a drugged dart if he has to,
but it can happen so quickly!"
Jeanette wasn't half so worried about the dogs as Jamie was. She was thinking of her
own skin. She got to her feet. Her knees shook with fear. She had to run, had to escape
this madness.
The sound behind her was of a grated fence being slid shut. She looked to see John
Williamson locking the enclosure. The jungled yard was shut off from the rest of the
house now. And somewhere in all that foliage...
"It's too late," Jamie whispered. "Look, he's going to let Bernie out!"
Jeanette couldn't make her feet work, couldn't bring a sound from her tight throat.
John disappeared behind a clump of vines. There was the sound of another grate and
after an endless moment, Bernie's proud head poked through the leaves.
Jeanette collapsed in fear on the grass bed. Jamie had already disappeared. Somewhere
she could hear equipment running. They were watching her like a specimen. They were
taking it all down, maybe even filming her.
Bernie came towards her loping. Outside he seemed even larger than she remembered.
His silken fur glimmered. His eyes glittered. Jeanette was breathing so hard that she felt
dizzy with too much oxygen.
"Bernie!" She spoke out of fear. But the big dog showed no signs of violence. He
rubbed against the white silk of her gown. Then more gently than a man would, he
nosed the plump swell of one breast. A tremor of pleasure ran through Jeanette's legs.
She watched his clever paw pull the neckline of the gown down until the heavy orb
popped out. His tongue curled around it wetly and he began to lick with a wet, hungry
sound. Her nipple swelled hotly into his cavernous mouth.
"Uhnnnnnn! Ohhh, God!"
The big animal's fur looked like it was freshly shampooed. Jeanette was already caught
up in the play of the evening. She dug her long fingers into the softness of his coat as
he massaged her breast with his tongue now, milking it with his powerful lapping. He
made low grunting sounds as he tongued her turgid nipple "Ohhhhh, Bernie baby!"
She rubbed a shaking hand down over his chest. It was hard with muscle. She
remembered what Jamie had been frightened about, but with Bernie working at her like
this, she couldn't seem to break away. She couldn't bring herself to action.
The dog's paw slid down her silk-covered belly and under the hem of the dainty
costume. He clawed along her seeping crack until the lips parted slowly. They were
puffy and full with blood. She felt her muscles contract as Bernie clawed harder at her
cuntlips. When he scraped her clit, her back arched sharply and her breasts rose on her
chest.
Bernie made a strange sound and gnawed on her other tit. He didn't bite hard enough
to hurt, but Jeanette felt the sharp edges of his fangs. She quivered with excitement, her
hands slipping down his chest now. The big dog lapped quicker when she circled her
hand around his dark meat. She could feel the blood pumping into the rigid thing and
feel the firmness of his balls. They were huge and firm with jizz. She massaged the skin
of his cock, moving it slowly up and down.
"I... I want you inside me soooo bad, Bernie!" And she did! His cock felt beautiful in
her hot palm. She jacked it harder, letting the dog lick her neck.
Bernie pushed the filmy gown up around her neck with his nose. He was so gentle!
She'd gone out with some guys who actually liked to rip expensive nighties right off her
body. But this dog was taking care not to tear anything. She realized that she had
nothing to fear from Bernie. But the other dog! If what Jamie had said was true...
"Uhnnnnnnn." Bernie had hunched her thighs apart suddenly and pushed his nose
down against her mound. She felt his tongue tease over the steamy, slick folds of her
cunt. His paws pushed into the meat of her thighs as he held her there on her back and
began to feast gently on her clit.
"Ahhhhh, noooo! It'll kill me, it feels so gooooood! Ohhhhh, Bernie!"
Jeanette tried to think of a way to save herself from the battle that was to come. But the
exciting newness of the experience was taking her breath away. When she looked down
over her tits, down over the rumpled, white silk of her short gown, she thought she
might pass out with the thrill of it all – Bernie's dark fur, his big paws pressing into her
white flesh.
His tongue was stronger than any other dog's tongue, and longer. He wet the crack of
her ass, wet each full, firm cheek. She knew he was drenching her completely, even
licking her thighs all the way down to her knees.
"Uhn-uhnnnnnoooo! Ohhhh!"
He pushed so hard with his tongue! He coult make it sink into the flesh of her belly,
could snake it up between her throbbing cuntlips like a cock! And then he was tickling
it around the edge of her pussy.
"Bernie! Yessss!" The huge brute seemed to sense what she wanted. He forced her
thighs so far apart that the tendons stood out sharply where they entered her torso. Her
toes splayed with excitement! And slowly, teasingly, his tongue pressed the muscles
aside and entered the hot slickness of her pussy!
"Yeeeeeee, ohhhhhhmmmm!"
The big animal pushed deep, deeper than any man's tongue had been before. Her juices
frothed from her pores. She wiggled her ass around, opening herself to more of his
licking. When Bernie sucked his tongue out of her, he hooked it and she felt the walls
of her cunt convulsing with the keen tickle.
"Ohhhhhh, Bernie!" Jeanette plunged her fingers deep in the fur of his neck. She could
feel the huge muscles moving, feel his potent strength. She was going crazy with
passion. She twisted around on the grass bed and crawled babbling under the dog's
body. His thick, hard cock brushed against her face before she knew what she was
doing.
Jeanette jerked back a little. She already had her fingers around the base of Bernie's
cock. His balls lay heavily against the back of her hand. She licked her lips. Could she
really do this? Even Jamie hadn't mentioned going so far with Bernie. But there seemed
to be something in the air. As if it was expected of her. As if it were the right thing to
do. She felt no guilt, no shame at all.
"Ohhhh, Bernie, you're beautiful!" And he was! His cock was dry like a man's and
leathery soft. The tip was blunt – a huge mushroom that pulsed steadily bigger. There
was a light, musky smell about him. He really smelled cleaner than most men. She was
panting hard, still undecided. But Bernie was going wild between her split thighs. He
was making a noisy, sloppy feast of her dripping pussy! And the sensations that shot
through her body were steadily growing stronger. Her belly heaved. Her breath came in
strangled gasps. The touch of Bernie's fur against her tits was unbelievably erotic!
Jeanette tried to focus again on the hot, hard thing in her hands. Bernie made a
movement with his haunches, a fucking movement. And it was then when she decided.
She opened her mouth slightly and pushed her tongue out as far as she could. Then she
rested it on Bernie's balls and began to make gentle in and out movements along the
sensitive eggs. The great dog growled and she felt his muscles responding to the
tantalizing friction she teased him with.
There, before her eyes, she watched the mushroom head swell larger. It throbbed on
her tongue like something with a life of its own. She increased the in and out slide of
her licking. He was pressing in at her mouth, hunting for a place bury his cock! She
parted her teeth and let it slip inside.
"Mmmmmmmmoooohhhhh!"
The sudden warmth and wetness made Bernie lurch. He jammed forward with his cock
and, to her surprise, Jeanette felt more of it slipping out of his body. It was like it hid
back in all that fur. But with the big dog pumping his hips, it was extended to its
fullest. She felt the thing tickling into the beginning of her throat! She licked wildly
across the undershaft. Bernie brought it back and she was able to swath the tautskinned 
head until he made a shaky groan and burrowed his muzzle into her pussy
again.
The tickling, tantalizing part of their fucking was about over. She realized that the dog
couldn't control himself like a man. He had felt the suckling heat of her mouth. Now
he wanted to bury his cock in the slickness of her pussy! He turned with a growl,
pulling his prick from her lips. She pushed her hands down to grasp his cock and guide
it between her blossomed, slick lips. Her ass plunged up and down. She held the flared
tip of his prick against her cunt and rocked her hips quickly from side to side. She
knew that he was big! He was bigger than any man she'd ever fucked and she had
fucked a few in her life. But this big, dark cock would have to fit! It would just have to!
"Ohhhhhh, Bernie, you're so big!" The animal grunted and lunged hard. She felt her
body part, felt organs deep inside her belly sliding out of the way. It hurt a little, but
there was plenty of juice to make it slick. Her pussy was seeping like it had never done
before. She cupped his balls and pulled him forward into her. The brute circled his
huge forelegs around her body and crushed her close. Jeanette's breath whistled out.
Her face was smothered in the thick, brown fur!
Her curvy ass squirmed back and forth as Bernie forced more of his cock up into her
cunt. She could feel him raking her with those huge paws, kneading her flesh excitedly.
It was like he couldn't resist all the openings in her body. His tongue traced the edges
of both her ears until she was gasping from the tickle. He licked her nostrils. She wasn't
afraid of his ferocious mouth anymore. He had fucked her pussy with that tongue and
not hurt her at all. When he opened his jaws and closed them down on her neck, she
tilted her chin back and moaned.
"Hnnnnnnn. Aaaahhh!"
She was getting so excited that all she could do was twitch. Her hips jerked
convulsively. Her mouth hung open as Bernie's tongue lapped at her neck and ears and
chin. His cock was as deep as it would go. When she fingered his cock, she knew that
she hadn't taken every inch. But it was enough to satisfy Bernie. She scissored her legs
around his back and rode her ass in wild, trembling circles as his flared cock gouged
deep.
The noise was one of grating being opened There was a thrashing sound. Something
big coming through the thick vines and bushes. Jeanette went rigid, holding her breath,
listening Bernie sat upright, his cock still deep inside he body. With them both so still,
Jeanette could feel the lovely prick throbbing, swelling against her womb. Her own
pussy was moving too. It was tightening down and then loosening, tight and loose
around the dark, hard cock. Bernie pulled backwards, dragging his cock free of
Jeanette's cunt.
She knew what was happening. It was as Jamie had said! John Williamson had freed the
other dog He was somewhere in that garden, lurking.


Chapter 9

"Bernie! Ohhhh, it hurts!" Jeanette squirmed, gasping with pain as the big bulging head
threatened to jerk her cunt inside out. Then her muscles relaxed some and she felt the
thing easing out.
Bernie freed himself just in time to face the other dog. They stood twenty feet apart,
staring. The other animal was about the same size as Bernie. Bernie growled and paced
toward the other dog.
Jeanette tried to get up, but her legs were weak and she had to hold onto a vine and
pull herself onto her feet. The younger dog saw her then. His eyes glittered with what
she guessed was hunger for her body. A fantastic fuck with a dog was turning into a
nightmare. What if they both tried to have a piece of her? She bit her lip hard. She had
to get out of there.
"Jamie! John!" She took a step backward, "Where are you?"
The young dog started for her, but Bernie barked and Jeanette screamed. She was
running, tripping through the vines and plants that seemed to sprout everywhere. There
was a terrible sound behind her, a scream like she'd never heard.
"This way!" John Williamson shouted. She saw him holding the grate open. She
stumbled on, panting, crying with fear. Jamie was there too. Both of them looked as
scared as she was. But there was excitement on John's face too.
Then a hairy paw clawed at her waist. She reached out, waving her hands helplessly at
the iron fence. Jamie's eyes went wide and then the girl buried her face in her hands.
Then a growl sounded from her side. Bernie stood at the base of the tree, a glare in his
eyes. The younger dog growled back.
"Noooo! Ohhh, God, help me! What's going to happen to me now!"
In an instant she knew. The young dog tugged at her clothes, dragging her down. Her
tits were gouged by his teeth, her face cut. Then he shoved his cock into her buttery
pussy and with a powerful lunge had her to the hilt.
Jeanette threw back her head and screamed. The dog made hot sounds in his throat and
began to fuck her forcefully. Each thrust rammed up against her body. She couldn't
wriggle free of him. His cock stretched her womb deep into her belly. She could feel
him hurting her. More juice flooded out to ease the tightness of his bulging, brown
prick in her The dog sank his teeth into her shoulder then and held her like that as he
fucked. She knew Bernie was starting toward her. Again she felt she was about to faint.
But Jeanette knew she had to hold on to consciousness. If she passed out now, she'd be
dead for sure.
"Ohhhhh! Help! Somebody help! John! Jamie! Help me!"
She knew somebody was out there. She could hear Jamie and John talking and
scurrying around. Bernie was close now. She could see him off to the side. Two huge
dogs were fighting over her. She pressed her face against the ground and sobbed. But
she couldn't shut out the sensation deep inside her pussy. Her clit was being rubbed
harshly every time the young dog fucked her. He was fucking her hard from behind.
Her curvy, soft ass was flattened against his body. Her asshole was being rubbed by his
thick fur! She couldn't keep her ass still! She rocked it as the young dog fucked her. He
didn't seem to have any intention of hurting her. And the slippery rub of his prick
against her velvet cunt was making her tingle with pleasure.
Then the stiff cock was jerked from her body. Bernie had arrived close enough to
challenge the younger dog. The dog left her sprawling on the ground and turned to the
attack. The two heavy animals jumped, snarling and swiping at each other. She tried to
crawl quietly away from the scene.
Twice she had to stop to get her nerve. The young dog had shaken her, and she
couldn't crawl away so easy. She saw John Williamson beside a tree. He had a crossbow
– the drugged dart Jamie had talked about. Jeanette inched a little farther Thank God!
Thank God she was safe.
She was about to crawl out of sight when she heard the sickening crash. She jumped
into a tangle of vines and whirled to see. The young dog stood over John Williamson's
unconscious form. The crossbow was on the ground nearby and the animal smelled it
and then bit into it, cutting through the string with his sharp teeth.
Jeanette ran. But there was no place to run to. She found herself in a corner of the huge
yard. High stone walls towered above her. She turned in time to see Bernie break out of
the vines and charge toward her. He had his cock inside her pussy before he'd jerked
her tight with his front paws! She hung there on his body, limp, trembling as he fucked
her deeply.
His cock was deep, deep and hard and pulsing. She sagged her head onto one great
shoulder and let him do what he wanted. The thrilling jolts of pleasure told her she
could come easily. Despite the horror that was taking place around her, she was crazy
for climax! She had been teased so badly! She wanted that lovely, thick thing to go on
fucking and fucking and fucking until she screamed from the pleasure!
The young dog broke out of the bushes behind her. Bernie rolled her over and
squirmed back, back, back until he was cornered by the stone wall on both sides. The
young dog was moving through the dry grass behind her. Jeanette couldn't see him, but
she could hear him. Bernie barked threateningly. He was keeping her body between
him and the challenger.
"Naaaannnooooo!" The young dog had darted past Bernie and was shoving his cock
into the crack of her ass. His tip was still dripping with her own, slick juices. She felt
the hot slide of it across her asshole. Then he lurched upwards! Hard! Her resistance
caused so much pain that Jeanette gasped and forced herself to relax. The dark crown
widened the pinched circle and entered her guts with a wet pop.
She could almost understand the delicate balance that had been created between the
competing dogs. It was as if they had agreed to some sort of nonviolent solution to
their rivalry. And she was caught in the middle!
"Uhnnn... uhn... uh!" Each lunge brought gasp from her throat. She was pressed tightly
between the two dogs! Their heat covered her skin. Her breasts were flattened against
Bernie, her ass cheeks against the young dog as he pumped deep into her defenseless
asshole! She could feel their two cocks touching through the delicate membrane in her
crotch! She could feel her asshole convulsing around the young dog's cock and her
pussy swathing Bernie's rigid prick with slick velvet. The two long, hot shafts plunged
deep into her body. Her pointing toes swayed back and forth, a foot from the ground.
She was giddy with the multitude of sensations that rippled over her flesh. The dogs
licked and feasted on her neck and breasts and arms! The slick and dripping surface of
her bloomed pussy was aflame with pleasure!
The young dog forced her head back so that he could feast on her neck and mouth. She
closed he eyes and gave shuddering cries as his muzzle closed around one ear. At the
same moment, Bernie had somehow gotten one whole breast between his teeth! She felt
his fangs gouging along the dainty white swell, felt his tongue sucking viciously at her
tumid nipple! She growled deep in her throat and squirmed as the tickling, exquisite
loving of her body went on.
Now Bernie was fucking her slowly, very slowly. When he pulled his cocktip almost out
of her body, she ran her long fingers down under his balls and cried for him to have
her deep again. Then the young dog took up the cry and began to jab wildly at her
pulsing asshole. She wriggled ecstatically on his shaft! The young dog was fucking her
from behind while Bernie continued to tease her with slow, sliding fucks that reached
to the very mouth of her womb!
"Huhnnnnn... huhn. Huhn!"
She was going crazy! She wanted to move every part of her body. She was jerking and
twitching and clutching at Bernie's furry back as the dogs crushed her tighter between
their chests. The air was pushed from her lungs! The two huge cocks went deep. In the
soft heat of her belly she could feel the shapes bumping. Her clit was a raw, fleshy
finger almost an inch long now! Every move of the great dogs rubbed it!
Jeanette pumped with her ass! She bumped and wallowed it down upon the lovely, hard
cocks! She was so close to coming, sooo close! Her body ached from the rough touches
the passionate beasts had inflicted, but she couldn't feel pain. She could only feel the
increasing tension in her body as it built towards final release.
"Yes! Uhhhnnnnn! Now, now Bernie! Now!" She drooled excitedly. "Fuck me hard...
now!"
Excited by the tone of her voice, the big dogs humped harder on their sides in the
weeds, Jeanette still firmly skewered between them. She was a willowy, frantic
nymphomaniac by now. She knew she had no control over her movements. She was an
animal herself. An animal in heat. With only the irresistible desire to go on mating! To
go on having those cocks shoved and plunged into her slick heat until they erupted
with thick cum. In her drunken hunger for pleasure, Jeanette even wished she had a
cock in her mouth!
Then she was coming! Her arms beat against Bernie's furry back. Her heels dug up the
ground as she flailed and kicked and screamed. And she made her ass prance and
plunge in a savage way. Sudden heat fountained in her pussy and guts! Bernie grunted
like a pig and ground his huge body hard against her peeled pussy. The younger dog
crushed her close between them and her ass cheeks were shoved apart, flattened against
his fur.
She felt the slimy curds of jizz leaking out her ass, dribbling down one cheek. From the
edges of her pussy, Bernie's steamy jizz spurted forcefully against the insides of her
thighs! She cried with passion! Her body was a throbbing, glowing fire. She was
ravenous to keep the fire going. The itch had built to a maddening peak and the more
she rubbed it, the more fierce it became!
She felt fur, cocks, teeth and paws all over her! Teeth cut at her neck and shoulders! She
writhed in ecstasy between the brute animals as the thick cream pumped from her body
and into the grass she lay on.
"Ahhnnnnnn... uhnnnn. Uhnnnn. Ohhhhhhh!"
The dogs were slipping their cocks out of her. She felt completely used, completely
fucked. She couldn't even open her eyes. Bernie stood over her. She knew that because
the last dripping strings of cum were oozing out of his cock and down onto her face.
She babbled something and the hot curds slipped into her mouth. She smacked them
between her tongue and teeth, moaning. Her body was a mass of twitching muscles.
She had come! She had come with two, huge dog cocks as deep inside her body as they
could fit!
The grass swished as the two big animals went back through the bushes. She opened
her eyes. There was blood on her shoulder from a small bite. Her arms and tits were
covered with red bite marks. And her poor little pussy! Jeanette smiled and sucked in
huge lungfuls of air. Her pussy hair was matted down, soaked with her own juice and
the drying cum of the two dogs. Her cuntlips were blossomed out fully and raw to the
touch. She put her finger against the rubbed meat of her clit and winced.
"Ohhhhh, fuck! Did I ever get fucked! Wow!"
A scream came through the hanging vines. Jeanette lurched to her feet, fell weakly
against a tree. She was in no shape to be helping anyone now. But she'd heard Jamie
scream. She had to see what was happening.
"Jamie?" She started off through the thick growth.
She knew she looked a mess. The white gown had been shredded in a dozen places.
Her breast hung out of one slit down the front. There were blood stains all over the
silk. She stopped, trying to remember which way she should go.
"Jamie, are you all right?" No answer came.
When Jeanette broke out of the trees she saw why! Jamie was on her knees on the
ground. Bernie stood triumphantly over her, his forelegs on the back of her head, huge
paws tangled in red hair. Jamie's mouth was full of cock! And by the way the freckled
girl's stomach was lurching, Jeanette knew that the mushroom tip of the dog' prick was
lodged in her throat!
Jeanette started forward, stopped. What could she do? Bernie didn't seem to be
bothered with her presence, as if he knew she was no threat to his pleasure. The
younger dog was watching the whole thing from near by.
Jamie had sensed Jeanette's presence. She turned imploring eyes but the big dog
restrained her movement. Jeanette held her breath. She saw the dog's cocktip making a
big lump, pushing out the soft flesh behind Jamie's chin. Then the lump slid back, back
until the girl gagged and had to straighten her head. Jeanette gasped as Jamie's neck
bulged out! That big cock of Bernie's was sliding deep into her throat!
"Ggggguuuhhhhggggllllll!" Jamie strangled on the huge cocktip buried deep behind her
tonsils. Drool poured from her mouth in a frantic effort to ease the thrusts of the 
dogmeat pounding between her lips.
Jeanette heard a moan. John Williamson was regaining consciousness not twenty yards
away. She hurried over and tried to help him up. He hung on her heavily, limping
towards the wrought iron fence. Jeanette closed the gate behind them and helped him
inside to a chair.
"Jamie..." he mumbled, "is Jamie alright?"
Jeanette didn't know quite how to put it. "She... she's out there with Bernie."
John managed to focus on her face.
"But, what's happening?" He rubbed his head. Jeanette took a breath, let it out.
"She's sucking Bernie's cock." John got up and went to the French doors. Jeanette could
hear the birds twittering, the rustle of the trees in the wind. But she didn't feel like
watching poor Jamie get that huge prick shoved down her throat! She stumbled to her
room to get her clothes. When she came down again, John was still standing, looking
out at the scene. Over his shoulder, Jeanette could just get a glimpse of what was
happening now. Bernie had his forelegs wrapped around the girl while the younger dog
slurped noisily at the girl's pussy. Jamie was writhing around helpless, her feet held
apart by her ravisher. John had his hand on his own cock. She could hear the steady
thump, thump as she went back through the house and out.
Dusk was settling on the quiet, upper class neighborhood. As Jeanette walked past the
well-kept lawns she wondered what might be going on behind some of those other
closed doors. At a busy street she hailed a taxi. The driver gave her a long leer.
"Who do you think you are," she snapped.
"No offense lady, but even a cab driver gets lonely sometimes."
Then she saw in the mirror that there was still dried cum on her cheeks from when
Bernie had stood above her dripping. She licked a handkerchief and dabbed it off while
the cabby almost ran a red light watching her.
"Cathy? You home, honey?"
Jeanette saw that her roommate's bedroom door was closed. She shrugged and went to
turn on the shower. She peeled her things off quickly and got under the prickling spray.
It was almost as good as a fuck!
Taking care to be gentle with her abused flesh, she bathed the dried cum from her and
gave herself a slow and gentle douche.
She kept thinking of her wild adventure, but it was too soon to put it in any kind of
perspective. John and Jamie were obviously crazy as loons. She'd known that the first
time she'd ever met him. But when she got to the part with the dogs, her mind bucked.
Now that she was outside the walls of that fantasy she could hardly believe that she'd
participated in something so bizarre. It was John Williamson's magnetism, a certain
something in his voice that could talk a girl into anything. She smiled to herself. She'd
caught herself thinking affectionately of Bernie, not of John Williamson. What a lover!
Jeanette laughed out loud. Then she dried and padded naked to the kitchen where she
poured herself a huge glass of Scotch. Now that she'd had a little time, she found that
she was starting to tremble. She didn't want to freak now. She'd come through the
whole mind-bending experience intact. Now if she could just keep her head together.
She went back past Cathy's closed door. She stopped and put her ear to the keyhole.
She'd heard it distinctly, a whimpering sound. She rapped lightly.
"Cathy, honey?"
"What."
"Can I come in?"
"Okay. I guess so."
Jeanette went dizzy when she opened the door and stepped inside. But she grabbed the
door frame with one hand and clenched her drink with the other. She couldn't let poor
Cathy know how bad her mind was blown.
Cathy lay naked on the bed. And beside her was the biggest dog Jeanette had ever seen
in her life. It looked like a purebred Great Dane. It had a tremendous erection. Cathy
was sprawled facing the dog's throbbing cock. Idly, she jacked the sheathskin back and
forth. There was a droplet of something hanging from her chin. Whatever the fluid was
was leaking out of the corners of Cathy's mouth too. The droplet on her chin grew
bigger and then dripped off in a slick string. Jeanette saw something in her friend's
eyes. Something strange, something crazy. But there was happiness there, too.
"Jeanette?"
"Yes, baby? What is it?"
"Do you think it's a sin to suck a dog's cock?"
"Of course not, darling." And considering the circumstances, Jeanette meant every word
of what she'd said.
Cathy fingered the big cock. It swelled in her palm. "He was just walking around
outside so I thought I'd bring him up here." She licked some of the cum from her
bottom lip and pushed a hand down over the animal's huge balls. The Great Dane lifted
his head from the mattress, looked at her and whimpered. Cathy stared at Jeanette with
her far-off, blinkless eyes.
"He fucked me already. I came three times. It was the best come I ever had, even better
than from a guy."
"I'm glad for you, Cathy." Jeanette lifted her glass and drained it quickly. She wasn't
sure her knees were going to hold her much longer. She never thought she would see
young, innocent Cathy talking like this, acting like this. And she had to acknowledge
the fact that it was exciting her.
Cathy pursed her pretty lips and slid her mouth down over the flared barb of the dog's
cock. The animal flexed his legs and whined. Cathy closed her eyes. Jeanette heard the
slick suck of her tongue along the bottom of the dog's prick. She saw spit leaking down
Cathy's chin. The big animal began to tremble. Cathy took her mouth away with a pop.
"I think you can live on this stuff, you know it?"
"Why... I hadn't thought of that." Actually, Jeanette had thought of that, but she never
thought she'd see Cathy trying to prove the point.
"I haven't had a thing since breakfast..."
Jeanette swallowed, imagined she tasted cum.
"Cathy, how many... I mean how much cum have you had?"
Cathy's face brightened as she tried to remember.
"Well, let's see. First there was Jerry. And then after he left..."
"Jerry was here?"
Cathy smiled innocently. "Oh, sure. He watched Koko fuck me while I sucked..."
"Never mind!" Jeanette said. "What happened after Jerry?"
"I sucked Koko off three times." She frowned and sucked a cummy finger. "But he got
tired and went under the sofa and wouldn't come out."
"I see." Jeanette's pussy was beginning to grow damp again.
"Then I went downstairs. You know that big Shepherd that belongs to the Super?"
Jeanette smiled. "How many times?"
"I sucked him off twice and he fucked me twice." Cathy rubbed the cummy finger
down between her cuntlips. "He bit me, though, so I put him out and went hunting
again." She turned adoring eyes on the Great Dane. "That's when I found this one.
He's the best yet!"
"Wow!"
Cathy scratched her frizzy blonde hair and frowned. "Something wrong?"
"No, baby. You just blew my mind completely away." Jeanette sat by her naked
roommate and hugged her shoulders. "I thought I'd had a wild afternoon. But it looks
like you've been having one hell of an afternoon yourself."
"It isn't wrong, is it?" Cathy had the look of a Bible student who'd been caught behind
the barn with a cigarette.
"Not if you don't tell anybody," Jeanette whispered, laughing.
Cathy clapped her hands excitedly. "You oughta let him fuck you! He can really fuck!"
Jeanette put up her hands. "Uhh, no thanks, Cathy. I'm kinda sore." Her roommate's
eyes rolled crazily, then narrowed.
"But you said it wasn't wrong."
"Sure... but..."
"Why don't you try a suck then?"
Jeanette shrugged. "Why not?"
She held the dog's cock out from its body, licked her lips and pushed down over the
raw, slick meat. Her tongue flowed smoothly over the bumps and hollows of the Great
Dane's shaft. She searched out all the tender places, digging at them until the dog
grunted and moved his haunches with instinctive jerks of lust.
"Like it?" Cathy cooed.
"Mmmmmmm!" Jeanette massaged the dog's balls with both hands until the hot, thick
cream bubbled furiously into her mouth.


THE END
