SISTER'S DOG
By John Kellerman


Chapter 1

"Don't Tommy, please don't..." Cheryl squirmed in the plush seat of the Cadillac. The
glow from the radio illuminated her thighs where Tommy had pushed her short skirt
up. He was breathing hard, almost as hard as she was.
Crazy thoughts raced through her head. Like maybe she shouldn't have let him
unfasten her bra. Her blouse was still on, though half unbuttoned. But all that kissing,
especially on her nipples, had made her weak with passion. And now she was letting
Tommy touch her in ways she'd never dared before. What was wrong with her? Had
she lost all willpower? "God honey, you smell so good!" He nuzzled damply in the
hollow of her neck, his finger petting the taut patch of blue nylon that clung to her
swollen pubes. Cheryl tucked her hips back and tried to calm her pounding heart. But
it all felt So good! So damned good!
She grabbed his wrist as if to push it away. But her nails only dug into his flesh as he
stroked the clinging nylon between her cuntlips. The subtle friction against the bulging
nub of her clit made her whimper.
"Ohh, ohhhhhhh Goddamn!"
"Why don't you move into my apartment with me," Tommy breathed. "We could do
this every night."
"Tommy... Tommy I've got to go on inside. Sis will be waiting up for me,"
"You know damned well your sister doesn't wait up for you. She'd probably be glad if
you moved in with me." Tommy kissed the side of her mouth and she panted and
opened her lips to let him slide his tongue in. She was ashamed of the way she was
behaving. But she couldn't stop doing it either.
"Uhhhnnnnn," she groaned, her ass plunging in the seat. Tommy was digging under
the lace edge of her panty-crotch now. She could feel him lifting the elastic away from
her thigh. She tightened her fingers on his wrist, but she didn't jerk his hand away. She
let his forefinger stroke softly down over her drenched cuntlips. He stroked her again,
harder. She babbled something that made no sense and felt her nipples throb outward
against her silk blouse.
"Cheryl baby, I want you so bad. We could get in the back seat..."
'No!"
"Cheryl..."
"You'd better stop touching me..." Again her ass was working, thrusting as if under the
control of another part of her, a part she didn't really understand. "Nhhuuuhhh, ohhh
Tommy! Why don't you let me alone?"
"Here, slide down in the seat a little... that's it honey! Ohhh, Christ, Cheryl, ohh baby,
I'd eat you right now if..."
"Tommy stop that! Tommeeee!" She was fighting him now. She'd heard things
whispered during her junior year at Braxton High. Things about how some guys went
down on a girl. It sounded wrong, wicked. And she could imagine how it might feel.
She could imagine too that if she let Tommy go that far, she might do anything in the
world he wanted.
"Can't I just kiss your thigh?"
"Noooo!" But he had pushed her hands away and was doing it anyway. His lips were
warm and wet as he worked his way upwards towards the musky dampness of her
crotch. He held her panty-crotch to one side and she felt his breath.
She wriggled violently as he pushed her down on the wide, soft seat of the big car.
"Whhhuuuhhh, Nhhhaaahhh," she whined, her hips see-sawing away from him. But
Tommy pressed against her seeping crevice and his tongue flicked downwards over her
clit. A shimmering burst of pleasure went through her. It was nothing like the thrills
she'd caused with her own finger during an extra long bath. It was softer, hotter, sexier!
But she had to stop! She had to make Tommy let her go inside. She knew that if she
didn't she was going to end up in trouble. And then all the warnings her sister had
given her would be thrown back in her face. At sixteen she was far too young to deal
with pregnancy or VD or even just losing her cherry!
"I've really got to go in," she blurted out, barely able to form the words with her lips.
She pushed Tommy away, jerked her skirt down and grabbed her bra, which lay on the
floorboard between them. She could see that Tommy's crotch was swollen with
excitement and that it would be too difficult for him to walk her to the door of her
sister's house. She slid across the seat, jerked the doorhandle and somehow managed to
balance on her feet.
"It was a fun night, Tommy," she said through he window. He looked mournfully at
her.
"What do you expect me to do now?" he said, looking hurt.
"Go home and dream of me."
"I've been doing that for almost a year now, baby. I'm going to lose my mind if I have
to keep living on dreams."
"Aren't I worth it?" She tilted her head so he could see her short nose and wide, green
eyes from the glow of the dash lights. Without her bra, her small firm breasts pushed
out as proudly as if she'd had the damned thing on. And the unbuttoned gap let
Tommy see one perfectly rounded white orb and its pink nub of nipple-flesh. He gazed
hungrily at her. "See you later,"
Cheryl said, bending to kiss his mouth. Then she hurried up the walk and let herself
into the house.
Mona's Labrador retriever met her with a flurry of licks and whimpers. The animal,
whose name was Shadow, was still really a puppy though a full grown one at that.
Cheryl scratched the fur at the back of his neck.
"Hi Shadow, honey," she whispered. "You been waiting up for me?" For an answer, the
black dog pushed his nose up between her thighs and nuzzled affectionately. She gave
him a sharp slap and pushed past him to the kitchen. Shadow followed, his nose
bumping her right buttock every second step.
"Naughty dog," she scolded, pouring herself a glass of milk. She was still trembling
from her experience in her boyfriend's car. She was thinking of how incredibly hot
she'd become. She was thinking of the way his finger had felt against her naked cunt
and how he'd licked her. A shudder went through Cheryl's shoulders and she gulped
down her milk and went back through the house to her room. Shadow followed at a
discreet distance. He seemed wide awake and eager to play.
"Well, big boy, I'm not in the mood for a romp on the lawn. Anyway it's nighttime in
case you didn't know it. Dogs and little girls are supposed to be tucked in."
Cheryl turned on her bedlight and peeled off her blouse. She unbuttoned her skirt next
and draped it on a chair. Shadow sat back on his haunches panting happily, his eyes
following her every move. When she peeled her damp panties down from her pubes
and tossed them on the floor, Shadow was on them almost before they'd hit. The way
the big dog was acting surprised Cheryl so much that for a second all she could do was
stand and stare. Shadow nuzzled against the soaked part of her panty-crotch, his pink
tongue lapping at the sheer satin. It seemed he almost wanted to eat them! He took
them into his mouth and let them drop again. Then he looked up at Cheryl in the
strangest way and whimpered like he wanted to tell her something.
Cheryl blushed. She felt ridiculous for getting embarrassed, but the look Shadow had
given her seemed so... so almost human!
"You're a bad, bad dog!" she hissed, grabbing her panties up from where he'd been
mauling them. Shadow came to lick her hand. His tongue was wet and warm and
strangely disturbing to her.
"Why don't you go back in the living room and go to sleep," she told him.
Shadow sat down again and looked mournfully at her. Again Cheryl felt shivery and
strange. It was as if Shadow were gazing with obvious desire at her young and naked
body-gazing at her long legs and gracefully curved ass-gazing at her tiny waist and flat,
firm tummy, a tummy that was covered with blonde down. She turned off her light and
jumped into bed.
"Well, aren't you going to leave me alone?" she asked Shadow. His answer was to plop
down in the middle of the rug. She could see his eyes glowing in the light from her
bathroom. "Okay, if you want to sleep there, it's alright with me. But you'd better not
start chewing on my clothes again big boy, or you're going out!"
Cheryl was far too worked up to get to sleep. Whenever she closed her eyes she could
only think of Tommy's fingers on her cunt, his mouth so dangerously close! She liked
Tommy. She didn't know whether she really loved him or not. But any girl would be
flattered to have him for a boyfriend. At twenty-three he was already more successful
than most men ever managed to be. He had started his own business, the largest usedcar 
lot in Braxton and now he was about to get a franchise from a manufacturer to sell
new cars. He was good-looking. He liked her. He wanted her to be his woman. Cheryl
wasn't sure she wanted to be anyone's woman. She was only sixteen!
"It's just not fair, him pressuring me all the time," she said aloud. Shadow beat his tail
against the rug as if in agreement. Cheryl touched her naked belly and a tremble went
through her. After that feeling she'd gotten in Tommy's car, she knew she wouldn't be
able to get to sleep unless she got rid of her tension. Her finger slipped lower on her
abdomen until she felt the first fine brown curls of her pubic hair. Jerking off always
made her feel a bit naughty. But it was too, too good for her judgement to keep her
from doing it. Especially when her body throbbed like it was throbbing now!
She gave a small whimper and rocked her hips, her asscheeks rubbing against the sheets
as she petted her way lower. She closed her eyes and pulled her lower lip between her
teeth as she pressed her fingers into the juicy, plump swell of her outer lips.
"Ohhhhh wow, I'm really swollen up something awful!" She lightiy touched her clit and
felt it rise from under its slickened hood. She touched it again, carefully, gently. It was
like a live nerve sometimes and she had to take it easy in the beginning. The squishy
sound of her finger inside her cunt made her feel even sexier than she already was. She
whimpered louder and pumped her cunt up and down against her caressing fingertip.
"Uhhh, uhhhhh yeah..."
The bed lurched with Shadow's weight. Her first impulse was to yell at him.
But she couldn't risk waking her older sister. Then Shadow did something that clouded
her thoughts and made her drop her head back onto her pillow.
He was licking her toes, running his hot tongue between each one as she fingered her
cunt. The sensation shocked her. But the excitement that went along with it was mind
blowing. Panting, dizzy with lust, Cheryl let the big dog continue to lick her small, 
thin feet. Her clit throbbed as ripples of pleasure surged through her.
"Ohhh... naughty dog... shouldn't lick me like that but Goddamn it feels so funny... 
so good..."
Cheryl was pumping her ass wildly. Now, her middle finger extended up the length of
her slippery pussy to excite every fold and hollow. And Shadow was licking her shins
now... her knees.
"Shadow! Bad doggy! Yau go away and leave me alone..." Shadow paid no attention to
her warning. And Cheryl wasn't in much shape to back up her words. She was tossing
on her bed, her hips wiggling as the tickle of pleasure grew stronger in the squishy,
plump heat of her young pussy.
Shadow was down on his belly between her parted legs. He was bathing the insides of
her thighs with wetness. He sniffed noisily as he worked his way closer to her musky
cunt. Cheryl's mind raced with the thought of what he wanted to do. All dogs had a
thing about human crotches, especially those of a female. So there was nothing so
mind-shattering about what Shadow was doing. But Cheryl realized too that she was
lying on her back as naked as a jaybird. She had on no panties and her thighs were
stretched wide so she could finger herself into a joyous spasm of ecstasy. And Shadow
was now very close to her drippy, feverish cunt. He slurped her knuckles as these
thoughts went through her mind. Cheryl gasped and tried weakly to push his furry
muzzle away. Shadow whimpered low in his throat and took advantage of the moment.
With her fingers away from her cunt, she was open to his hot licks. And Shadow gave
her some luscious ones! His tongue slipped between her outer lips, drenching her pink
inner folds, brushing her clitoris.
"Yuuuhhhhh," she grunted, her ass rising from the bed. She dug her heels into the
mattress, lifting her buttocks again. Her fingers were frozen a few inches away from
where the dog licked. She couldn't bring herself to make him stop. He inched forward
on his belly to get into a better position.
Cheryl could feel his sleek, warm coat between her thighs. Shadow rumbled with
happiness and slurped furiously at her throbbing cunt. The sound of him eating her
made Cheryl's mind reel. And the hot, steady friction was incredibly lovely! She tossed
and moaned, her hips beginning a slow, undulating movement that pressed her soft
opening harder against the dog's ravishing mouth.
"Nhhhuuuhh, nhhhhuuuhhhh," she groaned, clawing the bed. Her head tossed as her
hair tangled across her open mouth. She panted violently as she felt the itchy glow of
her climax beginning far, far away. It came closer as Shadow sucked hungrily at her
cuntlips. Now it was a pulsing sun where her clit jutted up like a tiny finger. The black
dog seemed to know what was happening. He put a big paw on the top of her thigh
and tilted his head. She felt his teeth as be nipped ever so gently at her outer lips, his
tongue sucking around every bump and hollow of her crevice.
"Ohhhh Shadow! Bad dog... bad, bad dog!" She jerked, squirmed wildly. She knew that
unless she stopped him now it would be too late. But how could she stop something so
wet and hot and lovely?
"Whhhuuhhh," she gasped, her hips thrusting with a sudden fury as the pleasure
flowed through her. She was coming! She was coming like she'd never come before!
Shadow sensed her urgent excitement. His hot muzzle pushed her lips wide apart and
he seemed to be burrowing right up into her body as his tongue continued to wash the
excitement into her flesh. She grabbed his ears and pulled him against her. She opened
her thighs as wide as she could, giving the big dog all the room he needed to feast on
her adolescent pussy. Shadow rose on his front legs, trembling with excitement as he
brought her up, up and then over that razorsharp edge of total pleasure.
"Shhhhaaad-uh-duh-ohhhhh!" Cheryl whined, fucking her hips wildly as the dog
lapped and ate at her. Hot jolts of ecstasy made her lurch on the bed. The furry rub of
Shadow's body against her legs was wonderful! She'd never experienced anything like it,
never dreamed of anything like it. Her cunt was pulsing now, surging with the keen
thrills of orgasmic fury. She squirmed and bucked and wriggled as Shadow feasted on
her juices, his big tongue wetting her from asshole to bellybutton. She was covered with
his wetness and she loved it!
"Ghhhuuhhhnnnn, nhhhhaaaaa!" She dug her fingers deeper into the fur of his neck.
Shadow continued to lick her but now the sharp thrills were slipping away and his
tongue was beginning to lurt.
"Oh stop... stop Shadow, stop licking Cheryl now!" When she sat up and looked at the
big Labrador her guilt stared back at her. She felt the shock like somebody had slapped
her face with it.
"Bad dog! Ohhh, you're a nasty, nasty dog! You get out of here right now!"
Shadow tilted his head and looked confused. Cheryl pushed him away roughly, her
voice still scolding.
"You get out of here right now! You bad dog!" Shadow thumped to the floor and
trotted out of the room. For a moment he paused in the hallway and seemed to be
looking back at her with sadness. But Cheryl knew that she was making it all up. "Go
on! Git!"
Cheryl was shivering with shame. She managed to get up, leaning heavily against a
bedpost until her head quit spinning. Then she limped unsteadily to her bathroom and
caught the sink.
"Oh God, what happened to me? What did I let that damned dog do to me?"
Her reflection shocked her. Her hair was mussed and her skin seemed flushed from the
excitement she'd experienced. The lower part of her body glistened with the dog's
saliva. Shadow. He'd licked her to a climax! Had it really, really happened? Cheryl put a
hand to her mouth.
"Yes. It did happen." She turned on the shower and got under the spray before it had
warmed. She soaped herself thoroughly, scrubbing until it hurt the places where
Shadow had licked her. She was punishing herself for being so wicked. She had to pull
herself together. She didn't know how she'd face her sister if Mona guessed what that
dog had actually done.
"I couldn't help it," she cried, still soaping herself. "I just couldn't. help it." Thank God
she didn't have to go to work tomorrow. It was Sunday and she could get her head
together and try to think things out.
Cheryl stepped from the shower and dried herself energetically. Her reflection now
seemed somewhat less ravished but the glow of her cuntlips and the way her nipples
jutted out from her small breasts told another story.
"God, I'm sick to let something like that happen. I'm sick in the head." For a moment
she had a clear image in her thoughts of Shadow feasting between her thighs. He was
so big and black and beautiful. His eyes had shone brightly in the half-darkened room
and his tongue had been hotter than a hundred suns!
"Here I am dreaming about it again," she said aloud, glowering at herself in the mirror.
She went into her room, pulled out a pair of flannel pajama bottoms and rummaged
through her drawer until she found the matching top.
It wasn't easy to sleep. Whenever she closed her eyes she saw Shadow following her.
And even when she began to drift off, she was half-dreaming of it again. But this time
her imagination blended with her over-wrought nerves and she was thinking of the big
dog's cock. Though she'd only seen it occasionally, Cheryl remembered the glossy-slick
redness of it. She remembered how it slid out from its furry sheath and how the end
swelled up in a strange kind of knob. That knob was rubbing against her slick cunt in
her dreams as she tossed and groaned, trying to get to sleep.


Chapter 2

Cheryl was sleepily pouring herself a cup of tea when her sister came in the back door.
Mona was about her same height but blonde and more fair-skinned.
She was also ten years older and there was something in her eyes that said it. Where
Cheryl was of a slender build, Mona was plump. Where Cheryl was willowy and smallbreasted, 
Mona had the full-blown curves of a woman. Her breasts were large, always
straining out of whatever she wore. Cheryl got along well with her sister and if it hadn't
been for Mona's hospitality, she might have ended up living with an aunt in Cleveland.
Mona had even gotten her the job with Bob Maxwell, the real estate broker. Mona
treated her like a peer, not like the sixteen-year-old sister she really was. Mona smiled at
her now.
"Got the paper. For what it's worth."
"The coffee's hot. I'm having tea myself. I didn't sleep well last night."
Cheryl had thought of keeping quiet about last night. She didn't want to remember
anything about it at all. Or did she? Whenever she closed her eyes, there was Shadow.
She tried thinking of it as a sex dream. No, it had happened alright. It had happened to
her. Mona pushed her blonde hair out of her eyes and took a piece of the paper.
"You were out pretty late last night, weren't you?"
"Yeah. Tommy didn't want to let me go in."
"That guy sure digs you, doesn't he."
"I guess so. He wants me to move into his apartment."
"Oh does he now," Mona laughed. "I wonder what he thinks I'd say to that?"
Cheryl shrugged. She wasn't thinking about Tommy. Because Shadow had just come
into the kitchen and was sitting close by her feet. He looked up at her in a way that
made her want to scream. What would she do if he suddenly started nuzzling against
her pajamas? Cheryl blushed just thinking about it.
But Shadow was too cool for such a show of emotion – at least for the moment.
"What are you thinking of, dear little sister?" Mona asked. "You're as red as a beet."
"Nothing..."
"Just how intimate have you become with this Tommy Grant? Is he tempting you with
promises of fancy cars and high living?" Mona sipped her coffee. "If I'd had a high
powered guy like that when I was sixteen, I don't know if I could have handled it or
not."
"That's kind of the way I feel about Tommy. He wants so much..." Cheryl felt her face
go another shade redder. "... you know."
"Yes baby doll, I know. And I guess it's up to you just how much you want him to
have. I've always treated you like a grownup. I have faith in your good judgement."
Mona patted her hand. Cheryl wanted to blurt out that when a girl got excited it was
hard for her to think in terms of good judgement.
Shadow was staring at her again. When he came over and licked her bare foot Cheryl
knocked over her teacup.
"Stop it, Shadow! That damned dog can be a pest."
"Come here boy," Mona cooed. She dug her fingers into his neck fur as the big
Labrador grunted deep in his throat. Cheryl glimpsed the furry sheath that hid his cock.
And as her sister continued to scratch the animal's neck and shoulders, the glistening
shaft of red slid out. Though she wanted to avert her eyes, Cheryl couldn't stop staring.
It was fascinating to see that thing growing larger and stiffer. The knob on the end
seemed positively huge now as it filled with blood. She could see the slitted opening at
the very tip too. Shadow jerked his hips but Mona didn't seem to notice. She dug her
toes against the dog's belly. If she kept doing that, Cheryl thought, she was going to
rub Shadow's cock. An instant before it happened, Cheryl looked away and then busied
herself getting another cup of tea. Behind her she could hear Shadow making sounds
much like the ones he'd made while nuzzling between her own thighs.
"Oh you big, bad dog," Mona whispered, "you'd like me to rub you like that, wouldn't
you?" Cheryl was shocked by her sister's words but pretended not to notice. Mona
actually knew that Shadow was erotically excited! She took her teacup back to the table
and pulled up her chair. Mona had stopped rubbing the dog and was poring through
the Sunday paper. Shadow came back over to Cheryl and wet her toes with his tongue.
"Oh stop it!" she hissed. Mona paid no attention. She had found an advertisement for a
sale at a local department store and was running her finger down a column of figures.
Shadow had begun to try and nuzzle at Cheryl's crotch when she rose and went to the
sink. Mona yawned, stretched and folded the morning paper.
"What a lazy Sunday morning," she said. "I think I might go back to bed for awhile.
Maybe read myself awake with that nice mystery story I've been working on."
When Mona sauntered out of the kitchen and down the hall, Cheryl didn't think much
about it. But when Shadow followed, she couldn't help but think wild things. Sure
enough when she peeked down in the direction of her big sister's room, the black dog's
tail was just disappearing and Mona closed the door behind him.
"It couldn't be," Cheryl said aloud. She busied herself with her third cup of tea and
tried to get interested in the paper. But then she was thinking of how strange Shadow
had behaved the night before. Was he picking up these weird habits from Mona's
training? Cheryl found herself wondering just what was happening behind her sister's
closed door.
"I'm crazy for thinking anything like that," she told herself. She wasn't entirely
convinced though. At last she was unable to bear the suspense any longer. She went
quietly down the hall and stopped outside Mona's bedroom.
She heard nothing. She put her ear against the door.
Mona was talking to Shadow. At first Cheryl couldn't believe the words she thought she
heard. Her cunt throbbed suddenly as she realized that Mona was saying simply
outlandish things to her canine pet.
"What a big, naughty boy you are," Mona's voice said. "Ohhhh look how much you
want me. Shall I let you play with me this morning? Hmmmmm?" The dog whined and
Cheryl was sure she heard him leap onto her big sister's bed. She was trembling, trying
to imagine the scene in the bedroom. Was Mona undressed? And what did she want
Shadow to do? What did she mean by saying she might let him play with her?
Cheryl remembered that Mona's bedroom opened to the patio. A sliding glass door,
which was usually left open during the summer, gave her access to the back yard. And
unless Mona had closed the glass door, Cheryl would be able to peek into the room.
Outside, Cheryl crept barefoot across the bricked patio. The neighbor's yards were shut
out by a high, wooden fence so no one would notice her sliding along the wall towards
the opening. Like she'd expected, Mona had drawn her curtains and left the sliding
door open a couple of feet. And every sound that issued from the bedroom told Cheryl
that something really wild was going on.
"Ohhhh, ohhhh Shadow darling! Ohhhh you're all worked up into a froth!"
Cheryl was on her hands and knees now, pushing the curtain aside. She eased her head
into the room and saw her sister on her bed. Mona had stripped off all her clothing and
was on her back with her knees bent. Between her thighs, Shadow was lapping
hungrily. The look on Mona's face was one of dazed pleasure. And while the big
Labrador slurped at her swollen cunt, she petted his head.
"Ohhh yesssss Shadow! Ohhhh you hungry doggy, you!"
"God..." was all Cheryl could say. She breathed it, her eyes so wide they felt like they
might pop from her head. Her sister was pumping her cunt up and down shamelessly
for the dog to eat. He ran his tongue deep into her crevice just like he'd done to
Cheryl's. But Cheryl could see his hindquarters now as he lifted them. The red and
throbbing prick jumped in the air. Cheryl bit her lip when she realized that Shadow
had been like that the night before too. And she hadn't even known it!
"Ohhhh you big baby," Mona cooed, her head flopping with excitement. "You do want
me don't you?" Gently she pushed the. black dog's muzzle away from her pussy and
rolled onto her back. Almost immediately, he pressed his belly down against her
asscheeks and hunched furiously.
"Be patient, Shadow. Aren't you going to let me up?"
The dog whimpered and whined, his tongue lolling out of his mouth. Cheryl could
hardly keep still. The scene unfolding before her was incredible. It was happening to
her own sister. And now she knew why Shadow had gone after her panties after her
date with Tommy. He'd grown to love the smell of Mona's cunt. And being sisters,
Cheryl imagined that their cunts smelled similar.
Mona pushed herself up on hands and knees. Shadow seemed to be going crazy.
He barked once and rose up with his front paws against Mona's asscheeks. She giggled
and wiggled her ass around. "Well, if you want me, take me!" she said, voice husky. She
wasn't laughing anymore. There was a hungry look in her eyes too. Shadow whined
and put his paws on her buttocks again. His cock slid out another inch and Cheryl
could see the lubricating juice hanging from the tip in glistening droplets. It was an
unbelievable sight. But she had to believe it. It was happening right before her very
eyes!
"Not too hard," Mona groaned as the big Labrador hunched himself up onto her back,
his cock swinging forward with every lunge. There was a juicy sound and Cheryl put a
hand over her mouth in shock as she saw that red knob brush against her sister's open
cunt-folds. The dog lurched, his back humping high as he drove the knob out of sight.
Mona gasped and a shudder went through her.
"Ohhhh damn!" She jerked her hips forward and back as Shadow lunged again.
Another slurpy sound made Cheryl hug her breasts under her flannel pajama top. At
least four inches of hot canine cock had been forced into her sister's cunt! Cheryl felt
giddy and a little faint. She swallowed and found her mouth very dry.
Now Shadow was licking Mona's back. His big paws slipped as he fought to hold her.
His back was arched high into the air again as his slim haunches drove forward with
quick rhythmic jerks. Each jerk stabbed more of his stiff cock into Mona's cunt. Her
juices were leaking down one thigh now as Shadow filled her deeper and deeper.
"Oh God," Cheryl whined under her breath, "he's fucking my sister! That dog is..."
"Shadow... Ohhh baby, do it good! Ohhhhh you naughty dog!" Mona drooled as she let
her head hang down between her braced arms. The dog's powerful fucking was making
her tremble. She held back against his in-and-out shoves, her ass rising and falling to
give him more of her cunt.
Though she was shocked past all reason, Cheryl found her own cunt very hot and wet.
As she rocked her hips and watched her big sister get fucked by her own dog, a line of
musky juice slid down the inside of Cheryl's thigh. She fought back the desire to put a
finger under her pajamas. The erotic tableau on the bed was about to wipe her out. She
was panting almost as furiously as Shadow was.
"Nhhuuhhnnn," Mona groaned, gasping for air. "Ohhhhh get it deep Shadow! All the
way in!"
The black dog seemed to be having some kind of fit. He squealed and barked and
wriggled around until he was about to fall off of Mona's white back. But somehow he
always managed to hang on with his paws. His powerful haunches continued to thrust.
Cheryl had never seen a dog move so fast. She hadn't realized that they fucked so
frantically. Shadow seemed to be going at Mona like there would be no tomorrow.
"Uhh, uhhhh, uhhhhh Shadow baby...!" Mona was flopping her ass around in a wild
and crazy way. The slurpy sound of that red prick sliding in and out of her hole was
louder than ever.
Cheryl thought of hurrying away from where she knelt. She didn't want to watch
anymore. It was disgusting! It was... it was perverted! But another part of her didn't feel
like that at all. That other part of her was tingling – the part that made her cunt drip
with hot sex butter – the part that was panting at the sight of that slender, hot dog
cock as Shadow drew it back and shoved it deep again.
"Ohhhhh God, God, God!" Mona squealed, her blonde hair flying. "Ohhh God, I'm
gonna come!"
The dog made a sound in his throat as if in agreement. His haunches jerked in a
convulsive, savage way. He was putting all of it into her now, Cheryl knew. Every last
inch of cock was penetrating her sister's pussy. And Mona was acting every bit as crazy
as Shadow!
"Ohhh fuck me, fuck me! Ohhhhh shit!" Her plush, white ass rose and fell, dipped and
trembled. Shadow was making red streaks across her back with his claws and he
growled and got a chunk of flesh between his teeth as he rammed his cock to the hilt.
Biting her like that he shuddered, yipping deep in his throat. Mona's arms shook like
she might collapse. Somehow she managed to hold herself up as the waves of ecstasy
shuddered through her. Cheryl saw her belly being pulled in, saw the frantic way she
moved her hips.
Shadow made another strange sound and there was a squishy spatter of his cum as
some of it squirted out from the tight edges of Mona's cunthole. It was white and the
sharp smell came immediately to Cheryl's nostrils. She bit her lip, hardly believing it
all.
Shadow was holding himself deep inside Mona now, trembling hard. He let go of
Mona's back but then caught another bunch of skin and chewed as his balls unloaded
more steamy cum into Mona's clasping pussy. By now Cheryl knew Mona was too
weak to hold herself up a second longer. She collapsed forward, falling away from
Shadow's big cock. It popped free of her body, white strings of dog jism splattering
onto the backs of her thighs. And between the swollen lips of her pussy, Cheryl could
see the stuff oozing out. She turned her face and crawled backwards from the room.
Once on the patio she found she was too weak to stand. She had to catch her breath
before she could rise and lean against the wall and make her way to the kitchen door.
She sat heavily at the table, her mind reeling with what she'd seen.
"Now I know why she doesn't have any steady boyfriends," Cheryl said under her
breath. "She doesn't want any. She wants Shadow."
Again she felt momentary disgust for the spectacle she'd witnessed. But Cheryl's other
half took the upper hand quickly. Her cunt was in a terribly excited state and the vivid
memory of that dog cock sliding deep into Mona's sexy body was enough to make her
talk to herself. Cheryl wondered if all dogs were capable of such feats or had Shadow
been especially trained. Maybe he had a knack for it. It was silly to imagine a smart
canine attempting something like that. No, Shadow was definitely a sexy dog. He'd
proved that much when he'd licked Cheryl's cunt the night before.
When she was alone in her room, Cheryl closed her door, stripped off her clothes and
threw herself onto her bed. She shook a little baby oil out of the bottle on her bed table
and smeared it across her feverish pubes. Then she began a fast, furious fingering of her
virgin slit.
"Ohhhh, ohhhhh God, all I can think of lately is sex!"
Her clit was primed. It took her only a few minutes to bring herself riding up that slope
of pleasure. She pumped her ass and thought of Shadow licking her, thought of him
fucking Mona. And as the trembling pleasure flooded over her, Cheryl even imagined
him breaking her cherry. She thought of him ramming that incredible shaft of bright
red meat into her body again and again and again.


Chapter 3

When Cheryl walked into Bob Maxwell's office Monday morning, her boss was talking
on the phone about some real estate deal but motioned for her to sit down. He hung up
after a moment and turned his big chair around to face her.
"Well, how's my girl Friday on a damned Monday morning?"
"Pretty good, Mr. Maxwell."
"I told you to call me Bob."
"Right, I'll try to remember." Cheryl gave him a big grin. She liked her boss and it was
plain to see that he liked her.
"I've got a pretty unprofessional chore for you this morning honey," he started. "But it's
something that's got to get done." He lit a cigarette and leaned back in his chair. "My
wife went to New York you know. And she forgot to get our dog his rabies shot before
she left. Maybe she didn't forget."
Bob gave her a twisted smile. "She left it for me to get done."
"I didn't know you had a dog," Cheryl said innocently. Inside she was trembling. She
was thinking of Shadow again. The weekend still seemed like some twisted, crazy
dream in her mind. She didn't like to be reminded of it.
"Yeah. My wife's dog really. A Collie. Shouldn't be any trouble. I'll give you the keys to
my car and you can drive him over to that animal clinic on Maple Street."
Cheryl felt silly asking, but the words were already out of her mouth. "Is it a male or
female?"
Her boss gave her a look, then said, "Male. Make any difference?"
"Of course not." She got up. Her palms were sweating.
"I'll jot down the address. Just tell the vet to bill my office on this.
He's taken care of Buddy before so there shouldn't be any problem."
"Buddy?"
"That's the dog's name." Bob looked at her again. "You sure you're okay this morning.
You look a little pale."
"Oh, I'm just fine. Really." She took the keys he handed her and swallowed her fear.
When she'd left the building and slid behind the wheel of her boss's Lincoln, Cheryl
took a few minutes to make herself relax.
"This is silly," she told herself. "I don't have to get freaky every time there's a dog
around. And Collies aren't aggressive types anyhow." She started the car and backed
carefully from the space. Bob Maxwell's house was in a ritzy part of own and though
she'd been there once before, it took her a little time to find her way through the
curving streets...
She worked the front door key and heard barking start up somewhere inside the big
house. The Collie pranced excitedly as she entered. She went to the kitchen to where
Bob had told her the leash was. Buddy, sniffing her scent like it was ambrosia, ran out
through the pet door and into he back yard. In a few seconds he entered the house
again and groveled playfully at her feet.
He liked her, there wasn't any doubt of that.
"I guess you think I came to play," she smiled, holding the leash. "But I'm afraid I came
to take you to the doctor. Hope you won't hold it against me."
Buddy danced around her again, his soft, thick fur rubbing her bare legs.
The sensation reminded her of Shadow. Prickles were running up and down her skin
already. She knelt to scratch the friendly Collie and got a faceful of licks. Now the feel
of his tongue had started her remembering too.
"Come on Buddy, I'd better put this leash on you." She got the thing fastened to the
dog's collar and looked down at him. The dog sniffed her dress and then pushed
harder, his long nose pressing in against her panties.. Again she felt the tingling
sensation of arousal. She couldn't understand what was happening to her. All it took
was for a dog to look at her funny and she started thinking about it all over again.
"Let's get you to the vet," she said, as much to get herself going as anything. But before
she'd crossed the sumptuous living room, Buddy had slid his long nose up under her
skirt and she felt his hot breath on her thighs, his tongue against the nylon band of her
panty-crotch. "Ohhh God, you bad dog!" She wheeled to hit him but the soft look in
his eyes made her stop.
"I guess you just want to be friends, huh?" The dog whimpered an answer.
Cheryl knelt to pet him. The dog took advantage of the moment to lick her knees.
Then he flopped over onto his back and spread his back legs to expose the hairy sheath
that held his cock. Already the slickened red shaft had pushed out a few inches. It
looked as fantastic as Shadow's cock had and Cheryl recalled how easily it had speared
into her big sister's body.
Scratching the Collie on the belly, Cheryl found herself getting closer to that hairy
sheath. She scratched along the side of it and the angry looking cock jutted out another
three inches. This made her dizzy with excitement.
She glanced around as she expected someone to be standing over her with a
disapproving expression. Of course there was no one. She was alone with Buddy.
Shaking a little she curled her fingers against his cocksheath. The dog panted and made
whining sounds that excited Cheryl all the more. She began to massage his sheath,
feeling the slick shaft still inside. The red flesh extended another few inches and a knob
swelled at the tip. The dog was wallowing around like crazy now.
"Like that, don't you?" she whispered...Her cunt was aching just to be touching the
animal like that. She wondered how it felt to him. She wondered if he'd ever had a real
live female girl before. The thought made her blush.
She was ashamed of what she was doing but couldn't seem to control herself.
And the feel of his rigid cock sliding under that hair-covered sheath was lovely.
"Like... that, now doncha boy?" The dog panted happily and she could tell that he was
very excited. His back began to hunch in rhythm to her jacking fingers. Then, in her
excitement, Cheryl slipped and her fingers brushed over his slippery cockflesh. It was
hot, very hot! The skin was firm but soft too. She'd never experienced that kind of thrill
before. And neither had Buddy, so it seemed. He convulsed wildly as she squeezed his
red cock with her palm. She milked it, squeezing with her little finger first and then on
down to her forefinger, watching the effect upon the big Collie.
Suddenly he yipped loudly and a streak of white spurted from his cocktip.
She kept milking him, watching the swelling knob grow yet larger as the creamy sap
poured out in pulsing jets.
"Ohhhh God," she gasped, feeling her own body responding to the dog's excitement. It
hadn't taken but a few minutes of manipulation to get him to come. And she felt that it
wouldn't take her but a few minutes more either.
She wiped her cummy fingers on a hanky and stripped off her panties. The Collie
looked curiously at her. She was on her back now, her legs spread apart. She didn't
expect him to come over and start licking her. She was going to finger herself and get
the job done somehow. But before she'd been digging at her dripping cunt for more
than a few seconds, she felt something hot and wet against her knuckles.
"Ohhh Buddy, yesssss!" She opened her legs and took her hands out of the way. The
dog whimpered and lapped at her slurpy folds. He wasn't as sure about it as Shadow
had been. But the soft friction, the heated wetness of his licking was getting her very
hot.
"Here... up here," she groaned when Buddy got off the mark and became interested in
her tight, dry rectum. He sniffed his way back to her cunt and slowly dragged his
tongue across her clit. Cheryl shivered and her trim ass danced on the carpet. But just
when it was getting really good, Buddy lost interest and started wetting her belly.
"Nooo! Don't do that, do this!" She was embarrassed for having to push his nose back
down between her thighs again. She was ashamed enough of herself to be letting him
do all this without having to be coaxed.
At last her embarrassment got the better of her and she managed to pull herself up
from the floor and put her panties on again. Her body was taut with unreleased sexual
energy. She pulled the dog along with her to the car and headed for the vet.
In the waiting room, a lady had a huge Great Dane. The animal looked at Cheryl as if
he knew exactly what she'd been up to with Buddy the Collie.
Despite her efforts to keep from being pulled back to his eyes, Cheryl found herself
staring at him... and his sheathed cock. She blushed when the dog strained against the
held leash as if trying to come over to her.
"My dog seems to like you," the lady said. Cheryl blushed harder. If the woman
suspected what she'd been up to with Buddy, she'd die from shame. But it was her own
guilt working on her. "Would you like to pet him?" the woman asked. "Maybe he'll
calm down then."
Tying Buddy to her chair, Cheryl approached the huge dog cautiously. The Great Dane
started to whimper in his throat when she got close enough for him to get a good whiff
of her. She knew that her musky cunt was still pretty feverish. And maybe the Great
Dane could smell the Collie's spit on her. She petted his magnificent head but the dog
was more interested in what was under her dress. He kept pressing his muzzle down
against her thighs.
"Prince!" the woman scolded, jerking the leash. "He never acts like this. I don't know
what's gotten into him."
Cheryl retreated to her own chair and tried to calm herself while waiting for the vet to
call her into the office. She was panting now and she couldn't stop staring at what was
happening to the Great Dane's prick. The red shaft had extended at least six inches out
of his sheath and the knob on the end was throbbing bigger with every beat of his
heart. He cast longing, hungry eyes across the waiting room. There wasn't any doubt
who he had the hots for. And by now the lady who owned him was blushing too. She
was in a state of confusion. Cheryl knew, though, that the big dog could smell her lust.
She'd been imagining how it would be to have his stiff, slick prick touching her breasts
and belly.
"I've got to stop thinking these things," she growled to herself. She was thankful when
the vet called her and Buddy to the examining room and quickly gave the dog his
needed injection. But on her way out of the clinic, the Great Dane lunged at her and
almost pulled the leash out of his owner's hands.
"I'm really sorry," the owner lady said, jerking her bad dog back in line roughly.
"It's quite alright," Cheryl said back. She could hear the dog howling for her when she
was out in the parking lot. The Collie seemed to pick up on the animal's lusty
vibrations and began to moon and nuzzle around Cheryl's crotch again.
"You had your chance, stupid," she told him, backing her boss's car out into the street
and heading back to his suburban home. When she parked and took Buddy inside
again, she had no intention of hanging around. But as the dog licked at her ankles and
her excitement rose, she remembered that her boss Bob Maxwell wouldn't expect her
back at the office for another hour yet.
There was no one around in the big, luxurious house. And to weaken her wavering will
even more, she was thinking of how that Great Dane's cock had looked. She wondered
if Buddy had enough sense to know what to do with his.
"I wouldn't have to do anything really bad. I'm just so curious how it'd feel rubbing
against my bottom."
Finally her desire got the best of her and she stripped off her blouse, skirt and panties.
The Collie was prancing around, his cock half out of its sheath. He seemed to know
that she had something fun for him to do.
Cheryl felt foolish and a little wicked as she got down on all fours and started crawling
around the huge living room. Buddy sniffed her all over but didn't seem to quite know
what she meant for him to do. Cheryl blushed when he pawed at her thighs and
pressed his cold nose between the plump cheeks of her ass. She could see that his cock
was partly extended and the knob had swelled a little at the tip. He looked hot and slick
and red. She remembered how that thing had felt in her palm. She remembered too
how quickly the dog had spurted once she'd started squeezing him.
"Come on Buddy, come on," she said, blushing at the urgent sound of her own voice.
Buddy circled her in obvious confusion. She was in the right position but she just didn't
look like a dog. Cheryl knew that the Great Dane she'd seen earlier wouldn't have
hesitated. She shivered, thinking this But finally Buddy seemed to understand. He
pawed her buttocks again and then mounted her. His hips were hunching long before
she felt the hot, wet tip of his cock touch her. She tried to open her legs enough so that
he could press that hot chunk of meat up between her cuntlips. She wasn't the least bit
worried that her virginity might be in danger. The dog's unaimed lunges weren't really
any threat. But he was managing to rub that slippery thing back and forth across the
outside of her cunt. Her clit felt the smooth friction and lifted from behind its hood.
"Ohhh, ohhhhhhh Buddy, keep doing it honey That's a good dog...!"
Buddy pumped faster. The rubbing was stirring her own juices and they dripped down,
covering his swollen prick. Now his in-and-out movements were making a sexy, slurpy
sound. The musk from her body filled the room and Buddy smelled it. He barked and
his front paws seemed to squeeze her harder than before. He started licking her
shoulders and the nape of her neck.
"Whhhuuhhh," she moaned, pumping forward and back with her hips, rubbing herself
against the upward pressure of his sliding dog cock.
Being on her hands and knees, she could look down under her body and see it!
The knob was swelling fast now as Buddy became excited. She recalled how it had felt
in her hand, how it had suddenly grown very large. Then the dog's hot cum had spilled
out. Buddy seemed to be getting close to that moment now...
"Slow down," she panted, wanting to feel the keen ride of pleasure for herself this time.
But once a dog got to going, it seemed impossible to make him stop. Buddy was
thrashing around violently now, his teeth snapping, his breathing ragged. He thrust his
haunches like he was trying to bury himself into her. Cheryl guessed that he was trying
to find her hole. Instinctively the animal knew that his cock was supposed to be
surrounded by warm, wet female flesh. He knew that he was supposed to shove it into
something tight.
And now it just bobbed and slipped against the underside of her mound.
But as she wriggled her hips and the big Collie speared at her, he slipped back a little
and his belly lifted enough so that the aim of his angry cock was changed. Cheryl
squealed as she felt the slickened dog prick press against her rectum. And the Collie
seemed to sense he'd found something. His jaws closed on her neck and he growled. It
didn't hurt to be held like that.
But she was held, her ass dancing as the Collie lurched more frantically than ever
before. His cock opened her ring of muscles. He thrust again. Her cheeks pinched
together as if to keep him out. But it was too late. Four inches of hot cock entered her
ass and Cheryl's mouth flew open as she gurgled in shock and surprise.
"Whhhuuuuuhhh," she groaned, held tight in the dog's jaws as he worked his
smoldering prick deeper, deeper. She reached up under her, reached between her thighs
to feel what had happened. She felt Buddy's furry balls and then felt the place where his
erect prick had stabbed into her guts. The dog danced around on his hind feet, his teeth
still clamped firmly on her neck.
His humping hunching movements thrilled Cheryl despite her shock.
"Ohhhh, ohhhhh God!"
The Collie was really getting it in deep! She could feel how her rectum squeezed against
him and how excited it was making him become. The knob that had looked big before
was bulging even larger inside her. When she tried to crawl forward, she could feel the
resistance. It was as if the dog's cock was stuck inside her, stuck until he unloaded his
stuff.
"Ohhhh Noooo," she whimpered, realizing for the first time just exactly what was
happening to her. This dog, this Collie was fucking her in the ass! And as ashamed as
she was, it felt strangely good.
Now the Collie was pumping rapidly, his haunches almost vibrating with the raging
lust he felt. His cock stabbed her with quick, sharp jerks and the pull of her own flesh
was stirring her clit even more. The slippery nub had risen to its full extension. It
bulged out from between the firm lips of her cunt like a tiny finger. Unable to resist the
impulse, Cheryl thrust her forefinger into her mouth to lubricate it and then thrust the
same finger back to maul her feverish nubbin.
"Ohh, ohhhh shit! Ohhhhh I'm gonna... gonna... ohhhhhhh!" Her body jerked. Her ass
cheeks squeezed around the Collie's thrusting prick. Then Cheryl squealed and her clit
exploded with ecstatic jolts of pleasure.
Almost at the very same second, she felt Buddy's cocktip expand inside her.
The dog yipped as if being tortured. His hips danced as he let go his cum.
Cheryl could feel the hot stuff squirting inside her ass.
"Nhhuuhh, whhhaaaahhh," she babbled, almost falling forward. Her one arm trembled
from the weight of the dog on her back. He was shoving her forward, weakening her
with every surge of pleasure that shimmered through her. His hot cream was leaking
from her bottom now. The sharp smell of it mixed with her musky juice and filled the
air of the room. She could hear it splattering onto the rug in a slick, whitish puddle.
"Ohhhhh G-G-God!" she moaned, feeling herself falling. She slid forward on breasts
and belly, one arm under her body as she continued to finger her pulsing clit. Buddy's
cock popped loose from her ass and she felt a last spurt of cream wash across her
asscheeks. The dog lowered his hot cock into the squishy mess and continued to rub
himself. Cheryl was moaning low in her throat, the wash of tingles going across her
skin like wildfire still. And then it was over and she was panting to regain her senses.
The Collie lapped up his own spilled jism as she rolled onto her side and focused on his
furry shape.
"God, what happened to me anyway?" She got to her knees and pushed the licking dog
away. Her nipples were all poked out and her chest was heaving as she fought for more
air. She made it to a bathroom just off the hallway and cleaned herself up as best she
could. The Collie was waiting for her in the next room when she returned. He wagged
his tail and seemed to be smiling.
"I didn't know you were going to do that," she said, frowning at him. Her rectum felt a
little sore from being stretched. And she felt all gooey and slick, even after washing
herself carefully. She knew that she wouldn't forget how that'd felt for a long time.
"Everything work out okay?" Bob Maxwell asked when she breezed into the office. She
couldn't keep from blushing but her boss didn't seem to notice.
"He's a nice dog. It wasn't any trouble at all." She stood waiting for her next
assignment.
"Okay Cheryl, why don't you run these papers over to the title company and then take
the rest of the day off. "
"No kidding?"
"Sure, why not. I think I'll go golfing anyway."
"Gosh, I don't know what I'll do."
"Oh, a pretty girl like you shouldn't have any trouble finding some guy to look after
her." Cheryl's boss gave her a wink which was tinged with desire.
She blushed again and turned so he could see her adolescent figure a little better. But
then she felt as if he was reading her mind. And the things in her mind were
shamefully wicked. Because she was thinking of how Bob's Collie had fucked her young
ass. She didn't want anyone to know that! Not ever!


Chapter 4

Of course Tommy called her for a date on Friday night and of course Cheryl said she'd
go out with him. After what had happened with her boss's Collie, she was having
serious doubts about her sanity. She tried to avoid her sister's dog at all times now and
when Mona took the Labrador into her bodroom, Cheryl either left the house or closed
herself in her own bedroom and turned on the phonograph.
She didn't feel the same since all this dog business had started. The guilt and shame
were bad enough but the terrifying thing about her episodes with canines was that she'd
enjoyed them. She couldn't stop thinking of how that dog cock felt in her hand. And
when she remembered the Collie lunging at her ass, his cock penetrating her so easily,
it was all she could do to keep her hands off herself.
Jacking off became a way of life. She did it in the morning upon awakening and once
after breakfast, sometimes twice. She was trying to kill the fire that ate at her inside.
Unfortunately, the more she played with herself, the more she seemed to need. At least
her finger was innocent enough. At least she wasn't playing with dogs. She began to
look forward more than usual to her coming date with her boyfriend Tommy. Maybe
he would excite her like he'd done before. Maybe she could learn to enjoy human male
companionship.
She prayed that she could.
Tommy picked her up after supper on Friday and they drove out of town. Tommy had
some favorite hangouts, places where he knew the owners and could get Cheryl in even
though she was underage.
They went to a fancy supper club, had drinks and danced. The way Tommy looked at
her made Cheryl feel more beautiful than ever. She was dressed in her sexiest outfit, a
slinky red dress with buttons all the way down the front. The material clung to her
curvy coltish body, highlighting the fact that she was very young and very pretty. Her
small breasts seemed more lovely just because they were small in this lovely frock.
Tommy couldn't get enough of her either. They danced and Cheryl let him nuzzle her
hair and pet the tops of her buttocks. Not wanting to break the clinging lines of her
dress, she'd worn her skimpiest pair of panties. And of course she'd left her bra at
home. Tommy brushed a hand over her nipple bumps in her dress whenever he could
get away with it.
"I really shouldn't have anything more to drink," she said, resuming her seat at their
table.
"This white wine won't hurt you," he said, filling her glass again. Cheryl sipped it,
feeling very grown up. She felt more normal than she had lately.
She was relieved that she could anticipate her date's caresses with pleasure. She wasn't
losing her attraction for men just because of those unfortunate run-ins with dogs.
It wasn't too late yet when Tommy suggested they leave. Once in the car, he took her in
his arms and very gently kissed her. Cheryl yearned for another kiss and Tommy gave it
to her. She pressed her slender young body up against his chest, half turning in the
front seat so that he could slide his hand over her satin sheathed bottom. This seemed
to drive him half crazy.
"I should have my head examined for going out with somebody as young as you," he
muttered, grinning happily.
"Why?"
"Because a young chick has all the equipment to drive a guy nuts, but she doesn't like
to use it."
"You're awful!"
"Why don't we go up to my apartment and I can show you just how awful I really am."
Cheryl didn't answer him right away. She'd. never been up to Tommy's apartment
alone with him. She'd always felt that it was a little too risque for a girl her age to be
with an older guy in such a setting. But she was mature enough to handle it, wasn't
she? And Tommy was a gentleman. She didn't think he'd do anything to really get her
in a bind. Not if she told him she didn't want to.
"Okay," she said, smiling up at him. "Let's go to your apartment."
"You really mean it?"
"Sure, why not? I suppose you want to show me your collection of stamps or
something, don't you?"
Tommy was already backing his Cadillac out of the lot and turning it towards town.
Cheryl sat close by his side, her hand on his arm, her head leaning against his shoulder.
Every so often he reached to pet her thigh and she let him. She felt very affectionate
and maybe even a little in love. At least that was how she was trying to feel. And the
wine helped.
"It's a really neat apartment," she said as soon as Tommy had flicked on the lights.
There were expensive wood tables and nice pictures on the walls. Her boyfriend's hi-fi
was incredible too, and she promptly put on a record and started to do a sensuous
dance in the middle of the carpet. Tommy got them a couple of drinks and stood
watching her. When she kicked off her shoes, he stopped smiling and his eyes seemed
to give off a light of their own.
"Got to be careful," Cheryl told herself. "I guess I am pretty sexy. And he's just a
normal healthy male."
They sat on the couch and the lights were low and something soft played on the
phonograph. Tommy started out with his usual kissing. His kissing grew hotter and
more intimate. Cheryl let him slide his tongue between her lips and then between her
teeth. She was becoming very excited as his hands traced the lanky lines of her young
body. She moaned softly when he undid the first three buttons of her dress and licked
his way down to the fourth.
"Tommy... maybe you shouldn't..."
But he was intent on getting the whole front of her dress open and she felt too good to
worry about stopping him. He was on button number eleven when she grabbed his
wrist.
"Aren't you getting tired of all those buttons?"
"Nope, they're fun." He peeled the red satin back to expose her small, white tits. She
shivered with excitement as he gently curved his lips around one fresh orb and began to
suck it. His tongue caressed her nipple and the nub hardened and pressed back against
his licks.
"Ohhhh darling, darling..." She dug her nails into the nape of his neck as he continued
to feast on her breasts, licking each one in turn.
"I want you awful bad, Cheryl."
"You've told me that before."
"I'll tell you again." He nipped her shoulder affectionately, his teeth biting her flesh just
hard enough for her to feel it. But instead of her thinking of her boyfriend's technique
when he did it, Cheryl's mind was full of something else. She was remembering how
her sister's dog had bit her. And how the Collie had held her neck firmly in his jaws
when he'd rammed his cock into her ass. She shivered with the excited, perverse
thoughts.
"You okay?" Tommy asked. "The funniest look went across your face."
"I'm fine."
"Good, cause I'm gonna run my hand across your tummy!" He petted her, his fingers
making her skin jump. She sighed and let him feel her navel. When his finger slid
under the elastic waistband of her panties she stiffened a little. But Tommy reminded
her with eager whispers that she'd let him pet her cunt on their last date...
She gave in. It felt so nice to have her plump mound petted like that. She was so wet!
And Tommy seemed to like the wetness and the musky scent that spread when he
dipped into her juicy crevice.
"Uhh, uhhhhh Tommy, ohhhhh we shouldn't..."
Tommy thought they should. He worked her around so that she was finally lying on
her back. She was half undressed and he was working on the other half. She let him get
her dress off. He kissed her tummy and her thighs and then held her panty-crotch to
the side while his tongue did simply maddening things to her clit. She squirmed,
enjoying the subtle, hot friction.
"I think it's time you grew up," he said at last. He'd taken off his shirt and she watched
him work his buckle loose and undo the front of his pants.
"Tommy, I don't know what you think you're doing but..."
"Here, open this little packet."
Cheryl took the rectangle of foil in her hand and looked at it in shock. She could feel
the pre-lubricated condom inside when she squeezed. Tommy meant to fuck her. He
meant to put this thing on his cock and then...
She shook her head hard.
"Don't act like a child." He had his pants down now. She stared at his cock.
It was the first time she'd seen it and the dark purple of his cockhead reminded her of
how that Collie had looked when she'd squeezed his prick in her fingers. Her mind
spun. She started to get up but Tommy grabbed her roughly. Her idea about him being
a gentleman evaporated in a second.
"Let's go in my bedroom," he growled, kissing her hard on the lips. She whimpered and
struggled in his arms. But he was skinning her panties down.
Then he steered her down the hall to a bedroom. When the lights came on, Cheryl gave
a little squeal of surprise. A large dog uncurled from the middle of the bed and jumped
to the floor. He looked like a cross between a Doberman and a Dalmatian. He was big
and as Tommy shoved her past the animal, Cheryl could see that his cock was big too.
The red shaft had already swollen a few inches out from the sheath as the dog picked
up her musky scent.
"You're not going to rape me, are you?" she cried, thrashing weakly in her boyfriend's
arms.
"Let's call it a little education." He laughed. "Every young colt needs breaking sooner or
later."
Cheryl screamed but Tommy clapped a hand over her lips. He pinned her like that
until he found a piece of clothing to stretch between her open mouth.
Tied firmly behind her head, this gag stifled her whimpers. Then he tied her wrists, one
to each bedpost. Cheryl flopped violently, her legs lashing out at him whenever she
thought she might be able to connect.
"You're really a wild little she-devil," Tommy said, catching one of her ankles and then
the other. The big dog watched from the doorway. Cheryl could see that its cock had
extended another three or four inches. That cock was every bit as big as the one on
Shadow, her sister's labrador. Maybe even a little bit thicker at the tip. But it was
Tommy's cock that worried her most. He was completely undressed and as he fought
her, the white chunk of meat swung heavily between his thighs. It looked way too big
to ever fit into her virgin body!
"Let's pull these lovely legs of yours back against your body," he said, making her bend
her knees. A cord went around her back and then around her thighs. She was being
tied with her knees almost touching her tits. This position exposed her naked cunt in
its most vulnerable position. She could feel the dainty inner lips spreading open, she
could feel her juices leaking down the crack of her ass.
"Mnnnuuuhhhh," she moaned through the gag. Cheryl realized that the gag was an
expensive satin slip. It probably belonged to some other poor girl who'd been seduced
by Tommy in this very same bedroom. She tossed her head and lurched against the
bonds which held her. But with her arms extended out to the bedposts and her knees
bent back against her chest, she was helpless to whatever her captor wanted to do. He
started out by turning off the lights, all except for a small one in a corner.
"Get out of here Red," he told the dog. The animal turned and padded down the hall.
Cheryl could see his shadow as he went into the front room. She gave Tommy a
beseeching look but he just laughed and knelt on the bed. He gazed down at her
sixteen-year-old cunt like it was a fine piece of steak he was about to devour. Then his
mouth fit against her tightly and she heard him sucking her hot juices, his tongue
flicking her clit out of its protective hood.
"Uhhhmnnnn," she moaned, biting the gag in her mouth. Being tied like that made
every lick, every soft suck affecting her more. She thrashed around as best she could but
she couldn't escape the hot and hungry mouth of her boyfriend. She even wondered if
she wanted to escape it now. It felt so tickly good! So wonderfully erotic. He was eating
her out like she'd never been eaten in her life!
"Mhhhuuhh, nhhhuuhhhh," she bleated through the gag. Tommy stopped licking her
pussy. She focused her eyes enough to see him looming over her, his eyes bright with
anticipation. The small foil packet was in his fingers. He tore it open and let the rubber
drop into his palm. With horror, Cheryl watched him fit the doughnut-shaped thing
over the head of his cock and roll the latex back. It clung tightly to his prick, showing
every vein, every bump and hollow. She moaned and threw her head to the side.
Tommy made her look at him again. He jacked his cock a few times, making the head
fill out the tightly clinging skin of the condom.
Cheryl was horrified. But something else was happening inside her too. When Tommy
leaned across her body and brushed the tip of his cock down across her slit, she could
feel the heat of his cockhead easily through the thin latex.
Her juices smacked as he gouged it up and down. Then he teased her clit with it until
she was breathing hard through flared nostrils, her heart jumping in her chest.
"Like that?" he asked, his eyes flashing.
"Nhhhuuhhh," she panted, shaking her head to tell him that she didn't. Of course she
was lying. She was still afraid, and she felt furious for having been restrained for her
boyfriend's perverted pleasure. But his cock felt fantastic against her firm, young pussy.
"That's your cherry," he said, pressing against the spot with his glans.
"It's nothing much at all. Most girls make too much over it. And if it really hurts you
when I go in, I'd be surprised." Tommy laughed. "Anyway, you can bite that gag if it's
really painful."
"Whhhuuhhhh," Cheryl whimpered, her ass bucking. But there was no escape from the
seven-inch chunk of male cock-meat that pressed forward. She could feel her hymen
stretching up into her hole. She bucked again but the movement made a sharp pain
shoot through her loins so she stopped struggling altogether and lay submissively still
for the inevitable lunge that would ruin her virginity forever.
Cheryl gave him a pitiful look now, hoping that he'd take mercy on her.
Tommy kissed her breasts, his cocktip straining her maidenhead to the breaking point.
"I won't hurt you," he promised. "At least not much." His hips gave a quick little jerk.
It wasn't much at all but Cheryl felt the sting of flesh tearing. She squealed into the gag
across her mouth, biting down on it with all her might. Tommy petted her cheeks and
lunged again. This time the pain shot through her like a knife. She gurgled into the
gag, her eyes wide with terror. She could feel his rubber-sheathed cock sliding into her
body! It was the most incredible thing she'd ever experienced. She couldn't help but
moan as the head slipped past the ring of muscles that surrounded the opening where
her cherry had just been torn.
"God damn," Tommy grunted, his face slack with excitement. "You're really tight! Jesus
Christ, you're tight."
"Mhhuuuhhh," she moaned. It was impossible to keep her hips still, even with the pain
of her seduction pounding through her pussy. She felt a line of hot blood trickle down
the crack of her ass. Tommy pulled back a little and thrust again. This time the wet
sound was louder as half of his hot cock stabbed into her cunt. She felt the walls of her
cunt squeezing down around him. She wondered if it felt good to him. But then it did
to all men, didn't it – to have something so slick and soft and tight wrapped around
them?
"I've been waiting for this," Tommy moaned, pressing down between her spread knees.
He'd tied the rope so that it looped her thighs and behind her back without anything to
restrain him lying next to her belly. He hugged her, his hips lunging is he wedged his
hot cock deeper into the bleeding, juicy hole he'd opened in her teenaged body.
Cheryl cried salty tears and threw her head back and forth. But a raging inferno of
delight was working between her legs. She could feel the rough edges of her wound and
they stung. The pleasure that built in the mushy folds was beginning to overshadow
any discomfort though. She see-sawed her hips slowly, amazed at how that stiff shape
felt inside her body. She was getting fucked, fucked by a long, thick cock!
But just when the itchy pleasure was throbbing strongly along her tummy and thighs,
just when her clit seemed about to go supernova, Tommy made a funny sound in his
throat.
"Cheryl baby, ohhhh Jesus Cheryl... ohhhh damn!" He shuddered and buried his prick
to the hilt. Another strange sound burbled deep in his throat. He was all tensed up. He
was shaking like a leaf.
"Uhhhhmmmm," she groaned into the gag.
Tommy was holding her tighter than ever, so tight she could hardly breathe.
And he was grinding against her poor little cunt like he wanted to shove her all the way
through the bed.
"Ahhhh," he sighed, shivering as the first of his comes swept over him.
"Ohhhhh fuck...!"
Inside her, inside the firm, slick clutch of her pussy, she could feel his cock expanding
with rhythmic surges. She knew he was filling that rubber with his cream. She could
almost feel the tip bulging out with the heavy stuff. She whimpered weakly, her own
climax dangling just out of reach now.
"Mmmmuuuhhhnnn," she moaned, humping her slender hips up and down. But she'd
lost her boyfriend's rhythm. He seemed to be floating on a different plane than she was.
He was lost in his own hot pleasure and didn't give a damn about what happened to
her.
"Ohhh you hot little piece of tail," he gasped, thrusting in and out as his balls unloaded.
Then he let out a breath and relaxed on top of her. Cheryl was still moving her ass
around against the bed but it was no use. Her throbbing tickle just hung there. It was
enough to drive her insane.
When Tommy got up from the bed and started walking away, Cheryl couldn't believe
it. She mumbled her discomfort into the gag and he looked at her sleepily.
"Oh, you want me to undo you, huh?" Tommy licked his lips. "That little hole of yours
sure looks sweet all bloody and fresh with juice. Maybe I'll leave you for another shot of
ass in a few minutes."
"Mnnhhhooo," she whimpered, bucking herself furiously, jerking at the thongs that
held her arms up above her head. The rawhide thumped on the bedposts but only
tightened more.
"I'm going to flush this down the toilet," Tommy said, holding up the drooping, cumheavy 
rubber. "Don't get impatient."
Cheryl twisted and pulled but she was as helpless as ever, her feverish cunt aching for
the excitement Tommy hadn't quite managed to give her. He'd broken her cherry but
hadn't made her come. She hated him for that! But no sooner had he gone down the
hall to the bathroom than she heard other feet on the rug. She jerked her head over and
was horrified to see the big red dog coming straight for her.
He leaped onto the bed and snuffled her raw, wounded cunt hungrily. Then he was
lapping at her, his hot tongue bringing her excitement back in throbbing rushes.
"Ohhh, ohhhh mnnuuuhhhh!" She couldn't shout for help with that gag halfsmothering her. 
And the dog seemed to want more than just a little midnight snack.
She saw it then, the heavy hanging cock that seemed slicker than a human male's could
ever be. It glistened with the same sort of lubrication that kept a girl juicy when she 
was excited. And as the big dog stepped carefully across her body and positioned his
haunches above her bent back thighs, she almost fainted from fear!
She squirmed wildly, trying to twist out of the way. But the dog pressed that red knob
against her crevice and hunched forward. His slickened prickmeat opened her like an
oyster and she felt the torn edges of her hymen part as he forced himself into her body.
"Ohhmmmuuuhhh!" Her head flopped back and forth. The dog licked her face as his
haunches worked like a jackhammer. His prick was so hot! It scalded the sides of her
tight tube and the deeper he went, the harder her convulsing muscles squeezed back
against the penetration.
He made hot whimpering sounds in his throat now. He lapped her breasts, nudging the
nipples with his nose before sucking at them. His body was powerful and every
movement made her whine. His forward lunges were piercing her with that cock of his.
There was no doubt in Cheryl's spinning mind that her cunt was very exciting to the
big animal. He trembled with the heat he felt. He yipped excitedly with the squeezing
power of her spasms as she began to come. And her juices were pouring from her
crevice, making the dog's prick slurp and slide into the velvety pocket he'd found.
When the animal held his prick as deep as it would go and began to shiver, Cheryl's
excitement won out completely over her face. She screamed into her gag, her back
humping and arching as she pumped away at that spear of dog meat that had her
skewered. She came with fantastic convulsions that seemed to ride up and down her
body. Even her bonds were forgotten. She didn't care about being tied so helplessly. All
she wanted was to have more of those itching, exploding sensations. The big dog
pumped slowly now, his panting uncontrolled as his own climax neared. Then he
barked loudly and Cheryl felt his cream spill powerfully against her womb. He was still
pumping his thick curds into her body when Cheryl heard running feet.
Tommy burst into the room, his face aghast. He came after the dog with his fists but
the animal gave Cheryl one more spurt of his cum and bounded away, his cock coming
free of her pussy with a loud smack.
"You son of a bitch," Tommy screamed! He tried to corner the animal in another part
of the house and Cheryl heard the animal yelp as one of her boyfriend's blows landed.
There was another crash and Tommy came back down the hall. He looked guilty and
very sorrowful. He started untying Cheryl's legs and hands as fast as he couid.
"Listen Cheryl, I'm sorry about this. God baby, I didn't expect... I mean he's never
acted like that and..." He got her gag free.
Though still in a state of shock, Cheryl wasn't nearly so disturbed as Tommy thought
she was. But since she saw that he figured she'd be horrified, she decided to act like it.
It would give her a little power over him.
"You should be in jail, you pervert!" she screamed, producing enough tears to make her
anger seem authentic. By now Tommy's face was white. He helped her limp into the
bathroom and turned on the hot water. The dog cum was leaking down her thighs.
Cheryl was shocked of course. But the pleasant glow up inside her cunt was better than
what her boyfriend had left her with.
"First you bring me up here and rape me. Then you let your dog spurt his..." She
shivered as Tommy helped her into the warm tub. "I'm going to make you sorry you
ever put a hand on me Tommy, I'm gonna tell..." she sobbed.
"I'm only sixteen!"
"Now listen Cheryl, please listen. I know I messed up with you but let me try and make
it up to you. If it got out that I'd done any of this, it could wreck me. I'm just getting
started with another car lot and..."
"Do you think I care?" She soaped her ravished cunt tenderly. When she saw Tommy
watching her, she yelled at him again. "Get out and quit staring at me!"
When she was alone, Cheryl tried to calm down. She found that her little act hadn't
been all put on. A lot had happened to her this evening. She'd lost her cherry for one
thing. And then that dog, that big red dog had...
"I've been had by a dog," she said under her breath. "Had by a dog." The idea didn't
shock her as much as she'd thought it might. And as she washed her tender breasts, she
was already remembering how that slippery knobbed cock had felt stabbing her. She
wasn't thinking at all of how Tommy's cock had felt going in.
"Had by a dog," she repeated and tilted her head to the side. Just the hint of a smile
turned up the corners of her mouth.


Chapter 5

In the next few weeks, Cheryl found herself obsessed with thoughts about dogs. She
dreamed about them, she drew doodles of them. The scrawled likenesses were usually
as strange as her dreams. She couldn't keep from showing the animals with their cocks
fully extended. Some had swollen knobs on the ends, others were as sharp as a spear.
For the first time in her life she seriously began to wonder about her sanity.
One thing that was making it so hard for her was that her sister Mona had taken a
short vacation upstate to visit their aunt. Of course Mona had taken Shadow with her.
Cheryl found herself envious of Mona's luck. She had that big black beautiful dog all
for herself. But that was crazy. It was perverse for her to be jealous over the attentions
of a dog! Yet jealous she was.
Cheryl began to plot a way to see her boss's big Collie. She dropped in at his house one
Friday afternoon when work was over, but it did her no good.
The Collie seemed to remember her but what could she do but stare at his sheathed
cock and remember how it had felt stabbing between the cheeks of her ass. Bob
Maxwell suspected nothing of course, nor did his wife. And though she was tempted to
volunteer taking Buddy for a walk, it seemed too contrived. She was scared stiff that the
Maxwells might begin to suspect something about her interest in their dog.
Seeing Tommy again was out of the question. In his fear, he'd given her a hundred
dollar bill and when she'd continued her ploy of acting disgraced, he'd given her the
down payment on a nice used Volkswagen in one of his lots. But the car, wonderful as
it was to have, didn't cool Cheryl's hunger.
By this time she was growing very horny. She considered seeing a psychiatrist. But she
could imagine the look some bearded, prim looking shrink might give her if she
admitted that she had a thing about dogs.
At last her sister returned. Mona was impressed by the fact that Cheryl had wrangled
herself some transportation on the meager salary she got from Bob Maxwell. And there
was a little suspicion in her look when she asked how the Volkswagen had come to be
in Cheryl's possession.
"You and Tommy must be pretty close. A guy doesn't just up and buy a girl a car every
day of the week."
"He just gave me the down payment," Cheryl explained. "I've still got to come up with
the fifty dollars every month."
"What did you have to do for that?" Mona fluffed her blonde hair and gave her sister a
knowing look.
"You'd be surprised," Cheryl said back, her face going red. She knew that Mona didn't
suspect her of sharing a taste for canine entertainment. And she didn't want her big
sister to know either. Because now that Shadow was back, Cheryl meant to move in on
Shadow a little.
Mona returned to her secretary job on Monday. Cheryl called in sick. When she knew
she was alone in the house, she slipped out of bed and padded down the hall in her
nightie. Shadow was sleeping in the middle of the living room rug. Cheryl found herself
trembling as she came over to the sleeping animal and petted his head.
"Hi Shadow old boy, I sure did miss you." The dog licked her hand. The warm wetness
made her cunt suddenly flood with juice. She knew it was wrong to stay home so she
could play with her sister's dog, but it wasn't in her power to keep from it.
Cheryl nuzzled her face in his fur, moaning softly of how much she needed him. She
didn't care whether the dog understood or not. It made her feel better and that was all
that counted.
"Did wicked old Mona tire you out while you were gone?" Cheryl let her hand slide
under the dog's belly. She began to massage his cocksheath slowly, sensuously. The dog
groaned and rolled onto his back, paws cocked back. His cock thickened inside the
furry covering and as Cheryl continued to stroke him, she saw the red cockhead slide
into view.
"Oh you beautiful boy dog," she cooed, watching the red thing grow before her eyes.
She was shaking like a leaf. Her cunt was throbbing now, the slick juice dripping down
one thigh as she knelt there on the rug.
Cheryl got up and hurried to lock the front door. Then she came back to where
Shadow lay waiting. She flung off her nightie and put one small foot on each side of his
sinewy body. Then she lowered herself onto him, her spread cunt pressing down
against his exposed prick.
The dog didn't seem to mind being on his back, didn't mind Cheryl's warm body
pressing against him. He seemed to know what she wanted. She pumped her hips
gingerly, letting her swollen cunt smear his cock with juice. His knobbed cock-tip
bumped over her clit and she whimpered with lust. Her long brown hair draped down
on each side of her face as she watched Shadow's eyes close. Then she nuzzled in his
neck, her bared breasts wallowing across his big chest. She was as excited as she'd ever
been in her life.
Shadow was excited too. He panted and lapped her face and breasts. He seemed to
sense that her nipples were much more tender than the other places. He slurped them
hungrily, his teeth sliding along the sensitive nubs as she gasped with delight.
"Ohhh, ohhhhh Shadow! Ohhhh you wonderful dog!"
Her fingers dug deep in his fur as she rubbed her open pussy down hard against his
erection. But now she needed more. She was going to skewer herself on that hot, slick
spike.
Cheryl realized the consequences of her act. Before, she'd been tied on Tommy's bed
when it had happened. That big red dog had fucked her and she hadn't been able to do
a thing about it. But now she was the seducer. She was making it happen. She was
taking things into her own hands. She was going to fuck this dog herself. Would she be
able to remain sane after it was over, after she knew that she'd committed herself to an
act of carnal knowledge with an animal?
The question didn't really matter now. Because she was far too impassioned to stop.
The head of Shadow's cock was sliding up her cunt as she tilted her hips to exactly the
right angle. She held his throbbing cock with thumb and forefinger, the dog
whimpering with excitement as she wiggled herself against the streamlined barb. Her
cunthole squeezed rhythmically as she began to rock herself back against the hardness.
"Ohhh, ohhhhh fuck, that feels good!"
Shadow leaped at her small tits. She turned them to him one at a time as her slim hips
jerked. The swollen knob of his cock was beginning to push her muscles apart. She felt
the tightened ring of her cunt give a little. Then there was a slick sound and she was
trembling and whimpering, her eyes half closed with the thrill of it all.
"Uhh, uhhhhh Shadow baby! Nhhuuuhhh, it's going into me! Ohhhh it's so damned
big, so h-h-hot!"
And it was hot! It throbbed, each pulse of blood forcing her cunt muscles out. She
tightened herself down on him and the dog rumbled and tossed his head back and
forth. She had to be careful. A dog didn't have the control of a human male. But then
Tommy wasn't such a hot lover when it came to that, was he? The bastard. She was
enjoying more pleasure right now than she ever had from him.
"Does Shadow like Cheryl's cunt?"
The dog's groan seemed to answer her question. She squirmed her hips and eased
herself back another inch. She was perched on her knees, her belly against the dog's
body. She panted happily, feeling more of his slick, red prick forcing into her young
cunt. She felt tight, she felt all pumped up down there. The flesh of her crevice was
glistening with juice and it trickled down Shadow's cock. They were both getting more
excited now. Her cunt tightened and loosened, tightened and loosened.
"Uhh, uhhhhh God," she babbled, her clit tickled with the hot glow of pleasure, a
pleasure that spread over her skin in waves. The big black dog was sucking at her
breasts again and when he bit one gingerly, she thought she'd come right there.
"Oh Shadow, ohhhhh my God, I'm gonna come quick if you do that!"
The dog did it again. Her hips lunged as she pressed back harder. With a squishy sound
the dog's cock pierced her to the hilt. She could feel that knob swelling deep inside her
now. It was growing so huge! She tried to pull herself off and found that their bodies
were locked. Then she remembered something she'd read, something she'd heard. A
dog was built so that once his cock was deeply embedded in a female dog's cunt-hole,
he couldn't slip out again. That knob at the end bulged out until it was too large to be
withdrawn. And that was what had happened to her! She whimpered, crawling forward
on hands and knees. But Shadow's prick stayed as deep as ever and he whined in
confusion.
"Whhuuhh," she panted, pressing back against the rigid shaft again. The knob was
sealing off her cunthole. The dog's tip pressed against the mouth of her womb. She was
too hot, too itchy with the glory of her approaching climax to struggle against the
inevitable. She straightened her legs now, encompassing Shadow's haunches inside her
thighs. Then she pumped her trim ass wildly, feeling the feverish friction against her
clit and cuntlips, the hard shape of Shadow's prick deep, deep in her body.
"Shhhhhadow!" She gnashed her teeth, her fingers clinging deep in his furry hide.
"Ohhhhh Shadow, I'm coming!"
Now the dog's haunches worked frantically. He humped his back down into the rug
and drove up and forward, burying his cock even deeper, pressing that swollen knob
harder against the opening of Cheryl's womb. She wriggled like a snake, her heart
pounding, her breath coming in fast, shallow pants. The juice spilled from her slit as
her muscles tightened around the dog's red cock. She could feel the rippling
convulsions as her body milked his rigid meat.
"Ohh... feels so good... ohhhh Shadow, don't you like it too?"
The dog yipped wildly, his tongue lolling across her face and then one of her breasts as
he tried to hunch faster. The rapid, rubbing motion made her clit stiffen and then it
exploded as white flashes of light played across the insides of her closed eyelids.
"Whuuuhhhh," she moaned, her cunt really sucking hard now. The dog growled and
closed his big jaws on her arm as a shudder went through his loins. The bulging head
of his cock was so big now that it stretched her, deep, deep inside. She knew that it
would be impossible to slip her pussy off of his erection now. She was caught there just
like a bitch would be. She was his and he was hers!
"Coming... coming so good!" she groaned, her mouth opening as the dog's tongue
swathed her face. Though repulsed by the idea before, Shadow's kisses seemed perfect
now. She let him lick inside her lips as his stabbing prick ground hot pleasure from her
pussy.
She felt him spurt. The big animal's body tightened like bands of steel were hidden
under his dark coat. He pawed the air, his front legs around her sides as she continued
to let him lick her mouth and neck. Deep inside her the hot cream gushed. It was being
forced into her womb and then back along the slickly clasping walls of her cunt. Finally
it spurted from the edges of her opening and dripped onto the dog's balls.
"Ohhh, ohhhh yesssss!"
It all felt so squishy and itchy and good! She rubbed her cunt down hard against him,
catching every last tingle of pleasure. She rode the burning thrills as they jolted her
trembling body. She kissed the dog and got kissed back and then she was spent and
happy, babbling to herself as she rolled onto her side. Shadow's big cock was still
wedged firmly inside her body.
When at last she could pull herself free, Cheryl got up and weakly staggered to the
kitchen. She had breakfast, cooking Shadow four eggs and a big chunk of ham. The dog
seemed to be glad to be back with her though she knew that Mona certainly hadn't
shorted him when it came to sex. Again Cheryl felt the pang of jealousy. Why couldn't
Shadow be her dog?
"Just look at the mess you made of me," she said, mopping more of the animal's cum
off her thigh. It was dripping out in a steady stream now. She wondered how much
he'd managed to get up inside her womb. She giggled at the thought of having a little
baby, half dog, half human. That was one thing nice about a dog as a lover, she mused.
She didn't have to worry about pregnancy. They could do it whenever they wanted.
And who ever heard of catching VD from a dog?
"You're wonderful," she said, scratching Shadow's ears. He was licking his chops after
his big breakfast. Or was he looking hungrily at her again?
"We've got the whole day to play." She padded naked down the hall to her bedroom.
Once on the bed, Shadow pounced up too and began to sniff around her cunt. She lay
on her back, legs spread while he cleaned her up. The long, hot licks felt glorious. She
felt herself growing aroused again.
"Yes darling, just keep licking... right... there!"
Cheryl turned her face to the side, smiled and closed her eyes. Shadow lowered himself
onto his belly for a leisurely exploration of her pussy with his tongue. She didn't want
to think about right or wrong now. She wanted to enjoy this day with her sister's
fantastic pet. She wanted him to enjoy it too.
By the end of the week, Cheryl's days had grown tense and miserable. At work she
thought only of Shadow, of when she could be alone with him again. But once home,
her sister was always there waiting for her. And Shadow was close by Mona's side every
second of every evening. At night, Cheryl could hear the happy moans through her
sister's closed door. Then Shadow would yip and she could almost feel that hot cum
spurting. But it was spurting into Mona's body, not hers.
Once she tried to coax Shadow into her own room in the middle of the night.
Mona woke up and gave her a strange look. Cheryl made up some silly excuse for
lingering in the hall and hurried to her bed. From that time on, Mona seemed more
careful than ever that her dog remained hers. Cheryl was horrified that Mona might
suspect she had the hots for Shadow. But she did!
She really did!
Finally on a Thursday evening, Cheryl hooked a leash to Shadow's collar and told
Mona she was going to give him a bit of exercise. She made it all sound like an
innocent stroll in the park, assuring her sister that she'd be back in less than an hour.
What could be more natural than walking the dog? Mona gave her permission without
bothering to glance up from the book she was reading. Cheryl sighed with relief and
pulled Shadow along the walk and down the street towards the public park.
There were children on swings and a few parents hitting fly balls to their kids when
Cheryl got there. A bitch in heat strolled right in front of Shadow's nose and he jerked
on the leash as he tried to follow her.
"You don't have to bother with her," Cheryl hissed, jerking him back.
"Wouldn't you rather have me?"
When she bent to pet him, Shadow pressed bis muzzle between her legs and whined
mournfully. It thrilled Cheryl to see him carrying on like that.
Maybe he really did prefer her over othere dogs. But did he rate her first over Mona?
"Come on, big boy. Maybe we can find a place with some privacy"
She went around the park twice. The longer she waited, the more frustrated she felt. If
she didn't show up back at the house when she'd promised, Mona might start getting
ideas.
"Ohhh, I want you so bad," she whispered to the dog. A boy she knew came up and
started a conversation. She wasn't interested but it was hard getting it across. It was
plain to see that her classmate had different ideas. He was undressing her with his eyes
for sure. And when he put his arm around her shoulders, Shadow growled.
"You'd better not touch me," she warned. "He's been trained to protect me."
"Protect you from what?" her schoolmate, whose name was Carl, asked.
"From you of course," she quipped. Now Shadow had pushed his nose up under her
skirt from behind and and was licking at the clinging nylon of her panty-crotch. Carl
gave her a funny look. Obviously, she hadn't acted shocked enough at the animal's
behavior.
"That's the only bad habit he has," she said quickly, pulling Shadow away from her
feverish mound. She really wanted more of the same but she couldn't very well let Carl
think that she did. "I guess I'd better go now. See ya later."
When she was alone again, she found herself almost in a panic. She was running out of
time but there was nowhere to hide, nowhere to play with her dog lover. Unless she
could sneak him into the womens' toilet.
She made a beeline for the small concrete building, looked around to see if anybody
was watching and then shoved through the door. A little girl danced past her and then
she was alone. Shadow looked at her and growled with desire.
"You'll have to hurry, baby," she panted jerking down her panties and pulling up her
skirt. The stall was cramped, but she got the door closed and locked. Cheryl leaned
forward over the toilet, her hands braced on the wall.
Shadow tried to mount her, but slid off her back. The second time he managed to get
his paw on either side of her back, squeezing her slender body hard as his haunches
jerked forward. Cheryl felt the hot, slick knob of his cock bump her ass, then her
mound. But the door opened and a couple of kids came in.
She made Shadow get down. The girls peed noisily, making comments about the fact
that there was a dog in the stall next to them. Cheryl blushed, thinking of the scandal if
those kids had guessed what she was really trying to do. And by the time they'd left,
she was too upset and strung out to try and make it with Shadow.
"Come on boy, let's go home." Shadow licked her cunt one last time before she pulled
up her panties. Cheryl had never been so frustrated in her life.


Chapter 6

The month of August was like a black cloud lowering over her life. Cheryl had
managed to sneak Shadow into the bathroom just once while her sister was talking long
distance on the phone. Shadow was so excited at having a crack at her; that he barely
managed to get his cock wedged into her hungry little hole before he yipped and
spurted. The cream frothed down her thigh as she pumped her ass frantically. But it
was hopeless. She hadn't come and the stringy curds of the dog's jism glistened on her
belly and tits.
"Oh, why didn't you wait, darling," she cried. "Why didn't you hold still when you did
that?"
It was August and school would be starting again before long. She couldn't think of
facing a day after boring day in a high school classroom while Shadow lazed alone at
the house. At night, Mona would have him as usual of course. But there were worse
things coming.
A week before school was to begin, Mona sat herself down at the breakfast table and
asked Cheryl to sit down too. It was plain that something was in the wind, some huge
change in her life. Cheryl listened, hardly believing her sister's words. Mona meant to
move to another city. She'd been offered a job with a law firm that she couldn't turn
down. She'd made arrangements for Cheryl to stay with another family. She'd send her
monthly checks so she'd be able to keep her car and have some spending money.
"But... but we've always lived together," Cheryl protested.
"Oh honey, I think you're old enough to be on your own now. And Mrs. Simpson is
looking forward to having you stay with her. You've known her since you were a kid. It
won't be like moving in with a total stranger."
"But Mona..."
"It's already decided. If things work out, I'll send for you after you've graduated from
high school. Then we can be together again." Cheryl could tell that this part of the plan
was nothing but a ploy to make her agree to it. Mona wanted to live a life of her own.
And Cheryl knew that she didn't fit into that life at all.
"What about Shadow?" she asked, her voice quivering.
"What do you mean?" Mona said back. "He's my dog, isn't he?"
"But I like him too." She was trying to keep her voice normal. It wasn't easy. Mona
tilted her head with curiosity, her eyes narrowing.
"Cheryl, is there something you want to tell me?"
"No, nothing at all. I just hope you take good care of him."
"Of Shadow?" Mona laughed. "Oh, I'll take good care of him. You don't have to worry
about that."
For the first time in her life, Cheryl felt like getting drunk. When her sister wasn't
looking, she sneaked the cooking wine out of the refrigerator and poured herself a tall
glassful.
"Damn sister," she snuffled, frowning out the window at where Shadow lay curled
under the shade of a tree. "Taking Shadow away..."
The wine smoothed out her nerves. She still felt cheated and angry and mean.
But the glow of the alcohol in her blood seemed to free up her tangled thoughts. She
started having wild ideas. Impossible ideas. Or were they so impossible?
"I've got a car, haven't I? I can get some more money from Tommy if I put the pressure
on. Mona's not leaving for another week. That would give me time to get my plans
straight..." She slugged down more wine and filled up the glass for the third time.
Yes, it sounded crazy to her at first, but the more she talked about it to herself, the
more courageous she felt. She would kidnap her sister's dog and run away. She'd find
someplace, some city just large enough for her to go unnoticed. She was tall for her age.
Maybe if she settled in Hollington where the state college was, people would think she
was just another co-ed.
She could get an apartment, find a job and have her wonderful Shadow all to herself.
It sounded wild, almost too wild for her to go through with. But when she looked for
alternatives, Cheryl found none. She wasn't going to face a year of high school living
with Mrs. Simpson's family. She wasn't going to let Shadow be taken out of her life just
when she'd learned how fantastic it was to make love with him.
By the weekend, Cheryl had talked to Tommy. He was reluctant to part with any
money but when she twisted her little blackmail scheme into his side like a dagger, he
readily agreed. He couldn't afford for anything like that to come out. Cheryl didn't have
to let him know that she'd never have the nerve to expose him. Even if the police would
agree to keep her part in it undercover. When she left Tommy's used car lot, she had
five hundred dollars and the title to the Volkswagen he'd given her.
Mona went on making her plans as if everything was hunky-dory. Cheryl got Tommy
to keep her in a supply of wine. If it wasn't for a little boozing, she knew she'd never
have the nerve to go through with the rest of her plan.
But booze or not, she knew she had to have Shadow. Just looking at him made her get
hot and slick between her thighs. It had been almost a month since his hot, throbbing
cock had penetrated her cunt. Every fiber of her ached for him. It wouldn't be long
now, it wouldn't be long.
It was early on a Monday morning when Cheryl decided to make her move. She carried
her bags to her car as the sun began to lighten the eastern sky.
Shadow was already up, his collar jingling as he followed her to and fro. He seemed to
sense her excitement. She wondered if he guessed that he was going with her.
Mona was still snoring in her bed when Cheryl got the two quarts of wine out of the
refrigerator, called Shadow to her and headed for her car. She had everything she
needed. Her heart pounded with excitement. She knew that Mona would never think
she'd have the nerve to go this far.
"Hop in baby," she said, patting the seat beside her. Shadow bounded up and she closed
the door and headed out of town. Once on the interstate, she turned on the radio and
tipped up the wine bottle she'd uncapped. The glow went through her immediately and
she hugged Shadow's neck and let him lick her face. "It's gonna be just you and me,
Shadow. God, we'll have fun!"
In Hollington it was almost as if a red carpet had been unrolled for her.
She found an apartment without spending nearly as much money as she'd thought she
might have to. Of course she was sharing the place with another girl, a sophomore at
the college, but it was worth it to have a place so cheaply.
The girl's name was Holly, a raven-haired beauty with sparkling brown eyes and a way
of smiling that seemed to hint of mischief. Cheryl liked her right off. Holly didn't try
and act snooty or anything because she'd been a year to college. And when Cheryl told
her that she'd run away from her home town, that she hadn't even graduated from high
school, Holly seemed intrigued by it all.
"And where did you get the neat dog?" her new friend wanted to know. "He looks
kinda like a black panther." Holly pushed her fingers back through Shadow's fur.
"I wouldn't leave any of your panties lying around though," Cheryl warned.
"You know how dogs are."
"Oh sure, my brother's mutt is the worst crotch-sniffer in the world. He can be terribly
embarrassing when company is around."
Cheryl put her clothes away and waited until Holly left for her afternoon class. Though
she'd thought of pulling into a rest stop on the drive into town Cheryl had made herself
wait. Now she turned to her dog lover and held her arms open.
"You're all mine now, Shadow. Let's go play, my darling! Ohhh how I need that sweet
cock of yours inside me!"
Throwing off her clothes, she jumped into the middle of her bed and clapped for
Shadow to join her. He was already showing three inches of raw, slick cock by the time
he leaped onto the mattress. She ruffled his neck and rolled him around, her arms
twined around his warm body. The dog yipped excitedly as she kissed him, her fingers
fondling his heavy balls. His cock was almost fully extended now. Cheryl found herself
looking at it more closely than ever. And since she was that near, another strange idea
came to her.
"Would you like me to suck you, darling?"
Shadow wagged his tail. He was on his side, on hind leg lifted. It made her mind spin
to contemplate it, but Cheryl squeezed his sheath to bring more of his prick out into
view. Then she licked her lips and lowered her head..
The first hot touch of cock flesh against her mouth made her shudder. She knew she
was stepping off the deep end now. People had gone to jail for things like this. But
since she was alone with her adored animal, nobody need know. She let her tongue ride
lightly over his knobbed tip. The flesh swelled and she let her spit dribble out to make
the slide of his cock easier as she clamped him between her lips. She began an up and
down movement with her head. Shadow whimpered wildly and began to hunch like he
always did when fucking.
"Ohhh, I need you in me," she gasped, popping her mouth free of him and turning so
she could open her thighs. The dog got up and she rolled onto her back, her knees
stretched wide apart to let her pussy stretch for him. His cock bobbed heavily against
her dainty inner folds. She was very wet, very slick and very hungry for him. With a
quick thrust he was halfway inside her cunt. She wiggled, tossing her hips from side to
side. The bed bumped under her as their rhythm became more frenzied.
Hooking her heels around the dog's back, Cheryl drew him down against her.
Her belly was rubbed by his furry body, her breasts washed once again with his hot
tongue. She was ecstatic knowing that no one would ever take him away from her
again.
"Ohhhh do it hard, Shadow! Do it hard!"
Shadow trembled with power as he rammed her. His cock seemed to be getting bigger
every time he fucked her. And it seemed to go in so deep! Once again she felt her
womb being pressed by that bulb of flesh at his cock-tip. It was expanding rapidly and
she wondered how it would have felt in her mouth.
Maybe someday she would have the nerve to go all the way with a blow-job.
"Hunnnn, Huhhhhh," she moaned, one leg kicking convulsively as Shadow humped
faster, his panting breath hot on her neck. She came just seconds before he did. The
dog acted as if he'd felt her go. Then he was barking and wallowing his body down
against hers, his cock surging deep, deep in the slick heat of her pussy. Cum bubbled
from around the clasping edges of her cuntlips and dripped down the crack of her ass.
She shuddered, her ass rising from the bed as she dug her heels in. The ecstasy was
almost too much. She heard herself squealing-squealing loud! Then the throbbing itchy
thrills crashed through her again. She was coming for the second time in a row and still
Shadow's big cock plowed into her velvety depths.
"Ghhhaaahhh," she cried, bucking furiously under his fucking haunches. She felt
herself being released from the tension of the past month. She felt all her worries going,
going... And then she was dozing off, Shadow still resting gently on her flat belly, his
cock stuck tight in the clasping hollow of her young cunt.
"You certainly look comfortable," a voice said.
Cheryl blinked and came awake with a start. For a moment she didn't know who she
was or where she was or who the girl in the doorway of her room was.
Then she remembered everything and a bright blush glowed on her face. She looked
around in a panic. Thank God. Shadow had jumped off of her after his cock came free.
"Ohhh, I guess I..." She didn't know what to say.
"It's okay," Holly laughed. "I was just heading back to my room and saw your door
open a crack. That big dog of yours almost scared the shit out of me when he
thundered past." Holly's eyes were on Cheryl's nakedness. She lifted an eyebrow. The
glistening mess between the outer lips of Cheryl's cunt had caught her attention.
"Anybody I know?" Holly asked.
"Who? What...?"
"Oh nothing. It just looked to me like you had a quickie while I was in class. For
somebody new to this town you certainly work fast."
Cheryl pulled the sheet around her nakedness. She hoped Shadow had cleaned himself
up. If he'd had time, she knew he would have cleaned her up too.
Destroy the evidence.
"I guess I was a little horny," Cheryl said, trying to go along with what Holly had
accused her of. "A paperboy is better than nothing."
"Hmmm," Holly smiled, "the one on our block is just fourteen. I guess looks do
deceive." She hugged her books against her breasts and moved on down the hall to her
room.
"None of her damn business," Cheryl muttered, getting up. Her cunt was sore from the
way Shadow had taken her so quickly. She limped to her bathroom and washed the
streaks of white cream from her cunt hair. "What a way to start off with my new
roommate. I hope she doesn't think I'm really all that loose."
When she had cleaned up and slipped on a pair of panties, she padded out to the
kitchen to see if she had any wine left. She poured herself a glass, dropped in an ice
cube and went to the front room to watch t.v. When Shadow jumped up onto the
couch beside her and tried to lick her breasts she scolded him gently. Holly swept into
the room with a sandwich and sat eating, watching her.
'That dog sure is crazy about you," she commented.
"Very loyal," Cheryl agreed. There was a long silence as Holly finished her sandwich
and opened herself a beer.
"So that paperboy is pretty good, is he?"
"Good enough," Cheryl said. She felt trapped. But she'd started the lie and now she'd
have to live with it.
"Not that I'm all that hard up," Holly went on, "but every once in a while a girl likes a
little variety. You know what I mean."
"Uh huh."
"Mind if I ask a personal question?"
"Go right ahead," Cheryl said.
"You're too young to be on the pill. And I don't think any doctor would give you an
I.U.D. so I was just curious..." She sipped her beer. "I didn't see any diaphragm in your
toilet articles either. I wasn't prying, I was just wondering how you keep from getting
knocked up."
Cheryl was on the verge of getting mad. But Holly didn't seem to be the malevolent
type. She decided to be off-handed as possible about it.
"I pray a lot," she said. She gave the black-haired girl a big grin. "And I guess I'm just
lucky."
"I mean I saw the cum on you," Holly pressed. "You let that underage kid shoot his
rocks without a rubber or anything?" The girl's eyes were wide with awe.
Cheryl couldn't very well tell her that it didn't matter if that cum was inside her. It
didn't matter if she had three gallons of it stuffed up her hot little hole. It was dog cum,
not human. She couldn't get pregnant in a million years.
"Maybe someday I'll give you my secret," Cheryl said at last, finishing her wine.
"Boy, I sure hope you do. A girl needs every bit of help she can get nowadays. It's never
any fun playing baby roulette with some joker who can't remember your last name half
the time."
Both of them laughed together and with the tension broken, Cheryl filled her wine
glass again and sat back to finish the program she'd started. When Shadow insisted on
licking her toes she let him. But when he started up her leg she kicked him away and
blushed appropriately. Holly laughed and nodded, a knowing look in her eyes.
"Dogs are sure awful aren't they," the girl said.
Cheryl smiled inside. If only her new friend realized just how awful they really were.


Chapter 7

On Monday, Wednesday and Friday, Holly had a night class all the way across campus
from the apartment. She told Cheryl about how spooky was walking past the deserted
buildings and dark trees. She said something about a girl getting raped there only a few
months before. Then Holly asked if it might be possible for her to take Shadow with
her on those nights she had to attend the class.
"Lots of girls bring dogs with them," she said. "The instructor doesn't mind because
she's a woman too and realizes how dangerous it can be at night for a young woman."
"I don't know about taking Shadow," Cheryl protested.
"I'd take extra special care of him," Holly promised. "He knows me now and I'm sure
he likes me enough not to go running off. I'll make sure I keep him by my side all the
time."
"Well..."
"Please Cheryl. I'll promise nothing'll happen to him."
"I guess it's okay. Monday, Wednesday and Friday, you said?"
"Yeah, a history class. I couldn't squeeze it in any other semester so I've got to go
nights to pick it up on my credits."
There didn't seem to be any harm in letting Shadow give protection to her roommate.
And when the first week worked out okay, Cheryl felt easier about the arrangement.
Holly was always home before nine and so it didn't cut into Cheryl's time with Shadow
too much. Cheryl began to get bored though just hanging around the apartment. She
decided to start taking strolls around the campus, especially the places where young
people hung out.
It wasn't as if she were looking for companionship. She wasn't interested in striking up
any relationship with a boy. When one moved in on her table, she'd always put him
down and turn him off. She just enjoyed watching the people her own age. She was
considenng getting into college herself. If she could somehow make up her senior year
of high school.
But though she shunned male companionship of the human variety, Cheryl found
herself growing a bit horny, even while sitting in a coffee shop. Whenever she saw a
guy kissing a girl, she thought of Shadow doing things with his tongue to her.
Then something strange happened.
A guy started hanging out in the same coffee shop she did, the same nights of the week.
He was average good-looking, obviously a college boy. But it was his dog that drew
Cheryl's attention. She couldn't keep her eyes off the animal. A large white dog of
mixed breeding that had a noble way about him.
The dog had some Dalmation blood she thought, enough to make his expression
appealing. And the dog obviously liked the way Cheryl looked too. He would stare at
her for minutes at a time until she felt her panties getting damp and would have to pay
and leave the coffee shop quickly.
Cheryl found herself lusting after the dog when she was in her bed waiting for Holly to
return with Shadow. She tried not to let it bother her. But something else had begun to
gnaw at her which only made her flirtation with this strange dog worse. Shadow was
growing tired of her, or so she thought.
It took her a week to figure out that he was just overtired. She bought him some
vitamins and changed the dog food she'd been feeding him. But her big black beauty
still showed no signs of recovering his original energy. In bed at night, she'd have to
play with him for an hour to get him excited. Much of the time she had to suck his
cock to get him hard. And even when Shadow performed his service to her, he seemed
only to be going through the motions. She was hungry for good sex. Shadow seemed
barely able to spurt his cream.
And so on the nights Shadow accompanied Holly to her night class, Cheryl continued
to haunt the coffee shop where the boy brought his white dog. She felt on edge and
unsatisfied. Shadow just wasn't doing it to her like he used to do. And the white dog
looked so virile, so powerful. Once while sipping her expresso coffee, she pulled her
skirt up a little and recrossed her legs. It had been an accidental gesture, but the white
dog had seen it and she saw something red and shiny slide from his white sheath as he
sat by his master.
Though Cheryl had made up her mind to stay away from boys, she began to weaken.
Not that she was interested in the white dog's master. But because she was lusting for
the dog himself. She let the guy see her looking at him a couple of times. Once she
smiled. But it seemed that he was pretty shy.
Another week ended and the boy had made no moves towards her at all. His white dog
had begun to stare at her constantly.
On a Friday evening, Cheryl could stand no more. She decided that it would be the
most natural thing in the world for her to break the ice herself. And what more
innocent a way than admire this guy's dog? She took a deep breath, picked up her
coffee and approached him.
"Would you mind if I joined you?" she asked, trying to keep her voice from trembling.
"I've noticed your dog and I dig dogs and I really think he's beautiful..." She'd blurted it
all out at once but the fellow smiled and invited her to sit down.
They sipped coffee and talked about this and that. The white dog's name was Smitty
and now that she was sitting close by him, Cheryl scratch his neck fur and talked to
him. The boy, Larry, hadn't noticed that his pet was licking her leg under the table.
Cheryl shivered, her cunt overflowing with juice. And of course Smitty smelled her heat
immediately.
"I think Smitty's starting to be a pest."
"Oh, he's not bothering me," Cheryl said, "I'm used to dogs. I've got a big black one
myself." She dug her fingers deeper in Smitty's fur. He sniffed her thighs, his red cock
half exposed now. They were sitting at a corner table and Cheryl had adjusted her chair
so that no one else in the small restaurant could see what her feet were doing. She
slipped off a sandal and gently began to stroke the white dog's cock with her toes. His
juicy shaft smeared musky lubrication over her skin and she felt the pleasure going
through her. God, how she wanted Smitty!
When the conversation lagged, Cheryl felt a tug of panic. What if this shy, studious
young man didn't invite her out? She had been sure he might at least ask her up to his
room. But though he looked it her with obvious approval, he didn't broach the subject.
Cheryl was trying to think of a way to ask him over to her apartment without sounding
wicked when he stammered something about having to leave.
"Uhh, I was w-w-wondering. Would you like to come over to my place for a l-l-little
while? I've got some papers to do work on but then I could walk you home."
"I'd love to," Cheryl sighed, hardly able to keep from sounding relieved.
Outside, she took the leash from Larry's hand. "Do you mind if I hold it?"
"Course not," he smiled. "Old Smitty has certainly taken a liking to you."
Once up to the apartment, Larry showed Cheryl how to work the phonograph and
politely excused himself before closing the door to his study room. She stood breathless
for a moment, hearing the clacking of his electric typewriter. Then she put on a record
and dug in his refrigerator for something to drink. She found some cooking sherry and
poured her a glassful.
Smitty was eyeing her with obvious curiosity.
"Want to play, Smitty? Hmmmmm?" She took aother slug of wine to loosen up.
Then she knelt on the floor, her hand trembling as she pushed it back under his belly.
The dog's cock was already extending to meet her. She circled her fingers around the
hot, slick thing and began to massage him the way she'd learned.
Smitty groaned and lapped her face. She was burning up with desire. But she had to be
careful. If this guy found her doing something to his dog...
She felt a little sick just thinking of it.
"We've got to keep this a secret," she whispered into Smitty's ear. He whimpered
louder, his cock beginning to throb now. It looked beautiful to Cheryl! It was long and
slender with a nicely shaped knob that kept oozing sex juice so that it would fit into a
female hole easier. Her own cunt was all puffed up and musky and she could hardly
wait to give it a little attention.
Cheryl quickly skinned her panties down and stuffed them into her purse.
Nobody but Smitty would have to know that she was naked under her skirt. Now she
sat on the sofa, her ass perched forward on the edge. She parted her knees and coaxed
Smitty to come over to her. He looked confused as he sniffed around the light brown
curls that didn't quite hide her glistening crevice.
"Lick boy, lick me right there, please," she begged. But though Smitty wet her thighs,
he didn't quite seem to have the nerve to put his tongue in her musky, feverish slit.
"Ohhhh God, if you don't do it, I'm gonna die from frustration," she groaned, pumping
her hips up and down to make her cunt more appealing.
Smitty tilted his head at her. His cock was extended, bobbing heavily under his belly.
But he just wasn't accustomed to human females.
Cheryl went to the kitchen again and rummaged in the refrigerator. She found a pat of
butter on a dish, scooped it up with two fingers and went back to the sofa. Larry's
typewriter still clacked steadily so she thought she would be able to keep from being
discovered.
"Maybe you'll like this, boy," she cooed, wiping the butter up into her cunt. It began to
melt immediately and a tantalyzing aroma wafted in the air. Smitty's ears perked up
and he came over to her again. Cheryl let him lick the butter from her fingers and then
took his collar and tried to pull him forward between her open knees.
"That's a boy, go ahead. Please Smitty, please!" She hunched her bottom as the big
animal sniffed the yellow droplets of melting butter on her pubes.
Then his broad tongue flicked out and Cheryl shuddered as waves of pleasure spread
through her loins. Smitty licked her hungrily now, his nose pressing against her clit as
his tongue swathed the velvety opening to her body.
"Yessssss," she sighed, eyes half closed with lust. "Ohhh yes Smitty! Ohhhh you good
dog!" She petted him, hoping that he'd realize that she wanted him to keep doing it to
her. Most dogs were scolded when they licked and she knew that even now Smitty was
going against his better judgement. But she was squirming in glorious ecstasy against
his lapping mouth. And Smitty's rigid cock said he knew that it was more than just
slurping up a little butter.
"Ohhh you beautiful animal," she grunted. "I want that cock of yours too!
Ohhhh wouldn't you like to fuck me?"
Smitty growled affectionately but didn't seem to understand. He went on licking,
getting every last smear of the butter. Cheryl could see her clit all pushed up from its
hood. It was pulsing like a tiny heart and the itchy tingles that shivered through her
cunt told her she could come. But would be better doing it with that beautiful dog's
cock inside her tight pussy.
It was a terrible risk. Though it would take only a short time to get the job done,
Cheryl had to rely on Smitty's cooperation. And she had to hope and pray that Larry
wouldn't choose that moment come out of his room. Still, her passion was more intense
than her fear of discovery.
"Come on Smitty boy, good boy," she urged, getting down on her hands and knees, her
skirt pulled up around her waist to expose her pertly shaped ass.
The dog sniffed curiously. She wiggled for him, panting like she thought a bitch in heat
might do.
Tentatively, Smitty put a paw on her right buttock.
"Yes boy! Up boy! Ohhhh please Smitty, it in me!" The typewriter clacked on in the
other room. Smitty put his other paw on her ass. He was whining. He seemed to know
what she wanted now. But he was afraid to go through with it.
"Yes boy, you can do it. You can fuck Cheryl. She wants you to!"
Smitty gave a muffled yip and eased himself forward. Reaching back between her spread
thighs, she felt his hot cock. She massaged the knobbed tip gently and the dog
responded by starting to hunch. Cheryl sighed, knowing that if he kept moving like
that she could back up until her cunt was in contact with that feverish, slickened spear.
"Ohhh, Ohhhh God," she groaned, moving slowly so as not to scare the big dog. Now
she felt him. His slick knob brushed her inner folds and she shuddered and tilted her
pelvis to make her hole line up with the upward slant of his hot cock. He was against
her cunthole, the hunching of his hips pressing his knob hard against the constricted
muscles. But she was very wet and after a few thrusts, she felt her insides opening and
pulling the feverish dog-prick inside her.
"Nhhuuh, Ohhhhh God that's wonderful," she gasped. Smitty felt the heat surrounding
him. He hunched harder, his paws slipping off her back. He hugged her with them, his
back humping up as his hips drove forward. He was panting, drooling on the back of
her blouse. Cheryl felt her climax rushing up through her loins already. She'd been
ready for this, really ready.
"Uhh, Ohhh, Ohhhh God, Ohhhh shit! Ohhhhhh I'm gonna come now darling! Ohhh
Smitty baby! Just keep fucking me!"
The dog was going wild. He'd never had a female human before, that was obvious. And
he seemed to like the way her insides squeezed down rhythmically around his rigid
prick. He liked the plushness of her ass against his belly. And Cheryl was in paradise as
the teasing throes of total pleasure surged closer.
"Bhhuuhhhh," she gasped, her own hips plunging as Smitty stabbed another two inches
of cock into her quivering pussy. Her juices dripped down the insides of her thighs as
she began to come. The ripples of pleasure went through her in pounding waves. She
sucked her belly in tight under her ribs, her slender hips dipping and twisting, her cunt
milking the throbbing shaft that had skewered her to the hilt.
It didn't surprise her when she felt the dog spurt. Though they'd been fucking for less
than just a few minutes, he'd never had a girl before. But it didn't matter. She was
coming gloriously, her tongue hanging out of her mouth, her arms trembling with the
weight of the dog pressing down against her back. He lunged violently, his hot cream
bursting suddenly from the edges of her hole.
"Muuhhhhh," she babbled, loving it, loving the wild, savage lust of the dog.
Loving the rough way he rubbed her as his cock jetted the pearly droplets deep into her
young body. For a time she heard nothing but her own grunts and the dog's hot
panting. She didn't know how many seconds had slipped away during her tempestuous
spasm of pleasure but Cheryl was relieved to hear the typewriter still clacking in Larry's
study when at last she was fully conscious again. It was tight, but she managed to slip
her dripping cunt away from the swollen barb at the end of Smitty's cock. The raw
looking chunk of meat oozed jism. Smitty started lapping it up, cleaning the curds from
his fur.
"Good boy," she said, petting his big head. "You'd better clean me up too."
Smitty obliged, his wide tongue sweeping up every dewdrop of cum. Then he lapped at
her curly mound until even her muff was glistening clean. There was only a light aroma
of sex musk floating in the room. Cheryl rummaged in the drawer of the coffee table
and found what she was looking for. The incense quickly obliterated any trace of dog
cum and cunt juice. She was still panting, smiling at herself for being so clever. Smitty
sat on his haunches, looking at her with adoration and newly discovered passion for a
world he'd never known.
"I'll come visit you again," she promised. She got more wine in the kitchen, put on her
panties again and sat to wait for Larry. He came out after a few minutes more at his
typewriter.
"Hope you weren't bored," he told her.
"Not at all. I got into some of your wine. Don't mind, do you?"
"Course not. Think I'll have a glass myself."
The two of them sat on the sofa. Cheryl felt him admiring her long hair and slender
build. But he seemed too shy to make advances. After an hour had passed, Larry had
managed to put his arm behind her shoulders. That was fine with her. She was sated for
the moment. And Larry didn't really interest her anyway. It was his big dog she loved.
"I've never seen Smitty take to somebody like he has to you," Larry said at last.
"I've got a way with animals," Cheryl admited. "Smitty's a very special dog.
I can tell."
"How?"
Cheryl felt her cheeks glowing. "Well... he's a fast learner, isn't he?
He seems like he would be to me."
"Yeah, he picks things up pretty quick. But he's usually a little stand-offish when it
comes to new people." As if to prove his master wrong, Smitty came over to Cheryl, his
tail wagging. He started to press his muzzle against her crotch and she had push him
away.
"Bad dog," Larry scolded. Smitty looked from Larry to Cheryl and then tilted his head
as if confused. She gave his neck a good scratching.
"That's okay, baby, I know how dogs are."
"Yeah," Larry agreed, obviously embarrassed, "I guess all dogs are kind of like that
aren't they?"
Cheryl got up, a little unsteady from all the wine she'd downed.
"I'd guess I'd better be getting home."
On the walk back to her apartment, Larry dared to hold her hand. It felt nice, but she
was still thinking of the big white dog that walked close by her leg. When at last they
were standing by her door, Larry told her he'd enjoyed having her over and asked if
maybe they might get together again sometime. Cheryl quickly agreed that she'd like
that. Smitty whimpered and tried to put his nose under her skirt. She had to stop Larry
from kicking him.
"It doesn't bother me. It's only natural for a dog to want to do that."
"But Smitty is usually very well-behaved around girls. I don't understand what's gotten
into him."
"He just likes me, that's all. That's how dogs show affection." Now Larry was blushing.
She could tell that he was wishing he could show a little affection too. Because the front
of his jeans was all swollen out something awful. She let him kiss her, a shy, quick
brush of his lips against hers.
Then she let herself into the apartment and watched through the window as her shaggy
white-furred lover reluctantly followed his master down the walk.


Chapter 8

Cheryl pulled on Shadow's leash. The big dog got up lazily and followed her into the
Veterinarian's office. There was a metal table and cabinets with various medical gear.
The big, cheerful looking man nodded at her and asked what was the trouble.
"He just seems tired all the time," Cheryl told him. "I've tried giving him vitamins and
even fresh meat when I can afford it. But he's 1istless. He sleeps all the time. He doesn't
like to run in the park like he used to."
"I'll take a little blood," the vet said. "He might have worms too."
Cheryl explained that Shadow had been treated for worms only a month before.
She watched while the man listened to her pet's heartbeat and ran another test or two.
After that he told Cheryl to wait while he checked out the blood sample. After thirty
minutes she was called back into the room where Shadow lay half asleep on the floor.
"Your dog's health is basically sound," the vet told her.
"Then what could be wrong?"
"My guess is that he's just tired out. He's been gettmg too much exercise."
"But he doesn't get much exercise at all," Cheryl said.
"Dogs have a way of doing things behind their owners' backs," the man laughed. "For
instance, are there any female animals around where you live?"
Cheryl blushed furiously.
"I didn't mean to embarrass you, young lady. But if there are as many as two or three
bitches in heat hanging around, old Shadow here has every right to be pooped."
Cheryl couldn't tell the vet why she'd blushed. And she couldn't explain to him either
that in the last two weeks, she'd played with Shadow only once.
And that time he hadn't even managed to spurt his cum.
"I guess I'll have to keep him in the apartment,"she stammered.
"It might help. He's probably just got one too many female friends. And he looks like
the kind of animal that wouldn't want to turn anything down."
"Yes..." Cheryl averted her eyes. She hurried out and paid the vet's secretary for the
checkup and pulled Shadow behind her out of the building.
She was sweating with nervousness and felt happy to have the appointment over with.
But she was still as confused as ever about what the vet had said. As far as she knew,
Shadow was never out of her sight. So he couldn't be mounting any stray bitches. And
if she herself wasn't having much sex with him, who was?
"Holly!" she breathed aloud. "She takes him to class three times a week.
I'll bet there are other dogs hanging around." Cheryl felt certain that she'd gotten to the
bottom of the mystery now. She promised herself to have a talk with Holly the ftrst
chance she had.
"Gosh Cheryl, I hope I haven't made you mad. I thought Shadow would be fine over
there. I always keep an eye on him."
"And you're sure he doesn't run into any stray dogs?"
Holly had a funny look on her face. As if she were trying to think of the answer that
might fit the question best.
"There was one dog," she said, her eyes shifting. "Maybe Shadow got into it with her."
Cheryl had a vague notion that her roommate was making something up. "But if you'll
trust me again, I promise I'll make absolutely sure he doesn't so much as touch another
dog."
"I don't know."
"Well at least let me take him to class Friday. Then maybe I can make some kind of
arrangement for a ride. I just can't stand thinking about walking across campus without
protection." Holly patted Shadow's neck. "And he's really a great dog for that."
Cheryl was shocked to see Shadow's cock pushing out of its black-furred sheath. The
harder Holly scratched him, the longer it got. She tried to shake this little revelation off.
It was silly to think of it as anything but an accident, a coincidence. Shadow had simply
become habituated to the touch of a female hand. Her own caresses had always caused
him to get an erection and now he was just confusing Holly with the touch of his real
mistress.
But by the time Holly was ready to leave for her Friday evening class, Cheryl had
second thoughts about letting Shadow go. She did so reluctantly, warning her roomate
again to keep a close watch on her pet. No sooner had Holly closed the door and gone
down the walk with Shadow's leash in her hand than Cheryl began to worry all the
harder.
"He's the only dog I own," she mumbled, about to pour herself another glass of wine.
"What if he gets in a fight with some other dog? What if he gets hurt? I don't think
Holly really cares."
She slugged half the glass down and hurried out of the apartment. If she wasted no
time she could catch up with Holly and Shadow. She could take care of him while
Holly was in class and then the three of them could come home together.
Holly's class was in the humanities building so Cheryl started across the campus in that
direction. It was by sheer accident that she caught sight of her roommate, Shadow
walking obediently beside her. But Holly wasn't going towards the humanities building.
She was veering off onto a side street, a street lined with apartment buildings for
students.
At first she had the impulse to run forward and catch up with her roommate.
But she thought better of this. Why would Holly deceive her into believing she was
attending a class? Where could she be heading? She wanted to find out.
Holly turned into one of the buildings and before Cheryl could slip into the small
lobby, the inner door had closed and locked behind her friend. She saw Holly leading
Shadow down a long hall. Cheryl ducked back when the dark-haired girl stopped before
a door, then entered.
There was no way to go any farther unless she buzzed someone to open the door. Since
she knew no one who lived there, that was out of the question.
She went back outside and looked around. It was very dark and no one seemed to be
observing her. So she ducked behind a hedge and pushed through thick bushes. She
skirted the side of the house and came up under a window she thought might be the
right one. It wasn't. She tried the next and saw only darkness. The third window was
the jackpot. But what she saw as she peeked over the sill made her breathless with
shock.
There were three girls in the room. Only one of them, Holly, was wearing any clothing.
And as she watched, Holly too began to undress. The redhaired girl was somewhat
overweight and she was kneeling now, rubbing her fingers through Shadow's thick coat.
He licked the girl's face. She giggled and held one of her big breasts up for him to lick
too. Holly tossed her dress over the back of a chair and began to unbutton her blouse.
The third girl, a skinny, short-haired person with freckles all over her body seemed
especially excited. She was breathing hard and she kept pushing a finger down into her
slit and holding it in front of Shadow's nose. He wheeled around finally and barked at
her. The skinny blonde bounced onto a huge bed and called Shadow to join her.
"Don't get him all tired out," the heavy-set girl said.
"Oh God, Holly," the skinny one chirped, "look at his cock!"
Holly stretched lazily, her breasts rising, her dark nipples swollen out very large and
thick. She still had on a pair of panties as black as her hair. They were the bikini type
with little strings that circled her hips at the sides. A curl or two of black cunt hair
peeked from the crotch-band.
There wasn't any doubt that she was the prettiest girl in the room, mabye the prettiest
in the whole darned building.
Cheryl found herself fascinated by Holly's sinuous walk to where the skinny girl was
playing with Shadow. The dog was licking the blonde's tits, what there was of them.
She really had no more than large areolas tipped with pink nipples but Shadow found
her flat chest as entertaining as licking one of the redhead's huge boobs.
With a wild shriek, the skinny blonde wrestled the black dog onto his back and
straddled him. Cheryl gasped as she saw the girl grab Shadow's cock and press it up
between her cuntlips as she wiggled back against it. There was another gasp as the
knobbed tip went in. The girl humped her back furiously, driving her ass around in
small, trembling circles. Inch by slippery inch Shadow's prick penetrated her body.
The look on her face had changed from playfulness to dazed pleasure. She was panting
so hard that Cheryl could hear her easily through the partly opened window. And the
redhead and Holly stood at either side of the bed, interested in every detail of what was
taking place.
"Ohh, ohhh he's so fine! Ohhhh God, no boy can do it as good as this!" The skinny
girl writhed frantically now. Cheryl had peed a tiny squirt in her panties from watching
the incredible scene. It was plain that the little blonde was going to come. The powerful
humping thrusts that Shadow gave her jolted her body and made her squeal with the
rising passion inside her.
But before the dog could spurt his cream, Holly jumped onto the bed and her long
fingers went around his balls. Cheryl could see that her roommate was using her
forefinger to press up into Shadow's tender parts. And like a faucet, she shut him off.
The big animal whimpered, his haunches still working as the skinny girl on the bed
flopped furiously in the throes of her climax.
"We want to save enough for everybody, Shadow boy," Holly whispered, a conquering
expression on her pretty face. When at last Shadow's humping movements quieted,
Holly released her hold on his balls. He had slipped out of the blonde girl's cunt now
and his prick looked angry and swollen. One drop of whitish fluid leaked from the tiny
orifice and Holly scooped it up gently with her fmger.
"He'll really be hot now," she sighed. "let's see if he'll take off my panties."
"What about me?" the big-breasted redhead said. She wallowed onto the bed and
pumped her hips in front of Shadow's muzzle. He took a swipe at her with his tongue
but now Holly had joined the other girl and it was plain that the dog preferred her long
white thighs and panty-covered mound.
"You smell too good," the heavy girl said, frowning at Holly. "And he knows you better
too."
"You darned right he does. See, he's my roommate's dog but I can work myself up into
a fever and then walk by her room. Old Shadow follows me everytime."
Holly sighed, her brown eyes dreamy. "I don't know how many little midnight sessions
I've had with this dog. I never realized how good it could be until I let him fuck me."
Cheryl stood on her tiptoes outside the window, her body trembling with anger. Her
own roommate had seduced her dog away from her. And Holly had always acted so
damned innocent! She wanted to scream, to pound on the window and demand that
her dog be returned to her. But Holly had pushed the redhead out of the way and
displaced the skinny blonde. Shadow's cock dangled out from his belly, the knob
swollen, a glistening pearl of his juice coating the raw and tender flesh. He came at
Holly, his haunches jerking forward like he wanted to bury that glorious looking chunk
of meat all the way up to her navel.
Holly dipped her hips, the black satin panties clinging wetly to her pubes.
Cheryl could smell her fucky perfume all the way out the window.
"Strip me, Shadow! Take them off and fuck me!"
Both the other girls stood close by, their eyes wide with awe. It was plain that the little
tableau on the bed had excited them all over again. And Cheryl had to admit that it was
about the sexiest thing she'd ever witnessed.
Her white-skinned roommate was an extraordinary beauty and her black hair matched
the color of Shadow's glossy fur. They looked as if they were made for each other and
when the big dog put his muzzle against Holly's crotch and growled with anguish,
Cheryl leaned against the window sill and had to shove a hand down under her panties
to gouge her clit.
With a jerk of his head, Shadow got his teeth into the narrow band of black silk and
stretched it out from Holly's smoldering mound. He jerked his head again and the
sheer material tore.
As the red-headed girl watched, she finger-fucked herself violently, two fingers going in
and out of her dripping pussy. The skinny blonde had produced a camera from
somewhere and was shooting pictures as fast as she could advance the film and refocus.
Holly lifted her ass from the bed as Shadow continued to gnaw at the nylon panties.
Cheryl trembled as she saw what he'd done to the part that covered Holly's pussy.
There were holes and tears and the black silk was drenched with his saliva. And
through it all, Holly had shown no signs of fear. Even with those sharp teeth clicking s
close to her tender cunt, she'd smiled and pushed up so that he could eat his way
through to the soft and dripping meat of her young cunt.
"Ohhh, he's doing it," she whimpered to the girls who watched. "He's eating these
damn things right off my body!"
"God Holly, doesn't it hurt? Hasn't he bit you yet?"
"He knows he doesn't want to hurt me there," Holly sighed knowingly. "He knows
that's where he puts his cock and he knows how good it'll feel when he can do it."
"Wow Holly, look! There's nothing left but shreds!"
And Cheryl saw that it was true. Holly's panties were just damp strings of nylon where
they draped over the black V of her cunt hair. Shadow seemed to sense that he'd gotten
through. He lapped her slicked pussy and then jumped forward.
"Give me a pillow," Holly gasped. "It makes it easier if my ass is up higher."
The two girls helped jam a pillow under buttocks. Already Shadow was lunging at her,
his cock slapping wetly against her pubes. Holly calmed him by petting his loins. Then
her long white fingers encircled his slippery shaft and guided it into her hole, her
tongue clamped between her teeth as she concentrated.
"Ohhhh, Ohhhhh that knob is really big this time!"
"It looks like it won't fit," the skinny blonde squealed. "It kinda hurt me when he
pulled it out."
"Nooo, it's going to fit! It's going in... now... Ohhh... Uhhhhh... CHRIST!"
Shadow slammed his haunches forward hard and the juice spilled from Holly's cunt as
his prick began to fill her. Cheryl could hardly stand up any longer. Her breath had
grown tight and rapid and the crotch of her panties was absolutely drenched, the nylon
pulled up deep into the velvety flesh of her cunt. As she pumped her hips, her clit
rubbed against the sheer silky material. She clung to the window sill with both hands
and watched her pet take the raven-haired seductress.
Holly had lifted herself even higher, her knees bent, her heels pressing down into the
bed. Her delicate hands were draped on each side of her cunt as the raw-looking dogcock 
penetrated her. The juice from her pussy glistened on her knuckles. The squishy
sound of her flesh being forced out around Shadow's stiff cock was fantastically sexy. In
fact the whole scene was about the sexiest thing Cheryl had ever seen or dreamed of
seeing. Even the way Holly's head was thrown to the side, her long lack hair spilled
across her neck and breasts, was a delicate piece of erotica. Shadow licked the girl's
belly and worked his tongue up under one breast. Cheryl gave a little groan as she
watched the dog's teeth squeeze the brown nipple. Holly quivered, the long muscles in
her thighs standing out for a moment. Her tummy heaved as Shadow plunged his cock
into her another inch. When he tried to pull it out, he dragged Holly with him.
Cheryl's neck hair stood up. She knew that that knob had bulged out so big inside the
slender girl that it was caught there. Just like she'd been caught by it herself.
"Ohh, Ohhhhh God, I'm gonna die it's so good!" Holly whimpered, her hips plunging,
her cunt caught on that spear of hot dog meat.
"Oh God Holly, he's really got you! Do you want us to pour water on him or
something?" It was the red-headed girl. Holly answered her in no uncertain terms.
"You better not or I'll never let you play with Shadow again!" Her face squinched up as
the dog gave her more of his feverish prick. "Uhhh, Uhhhhh God!"
"Are you gonna come?" the skinny girl asked.
"Yes... Ohhhh yesssss, I'm gonna come any second. He's so big! Bigger than he's ever
been before!"
Cheryl was drooling. Her cunt was throbbing as she pumped her hips and dug her
finger back a forth along the drenched nylon of her pantycrotch. She was about to come
herself, because Holly's lurching, squirming body was the most incredible sight she'd
ever seen. The girl was hung up on Shadow's big penis and every time the dog humped,
Holly's soft flesh jiggled from the powe of his thrust.
"If he gets much bigger," Holly cried, "He'll blow me apart!"
"He's hurting you?" the redheaded girl asked, her face worried.
"Yes... and I love it!" Holly plunged her hips in a frenzy now and Cheryl could hear the
slippery flesh of her cunt sliding against the equally slippery prick that had speared her
so deeply.
Shadow and Holly seemed to be approaching their climaxes at exactly the same time.
The dog's fucking movements had turned into a flurry of driving, jabbing penetrations
that made Holly writhe on the bed. Her convulsions were a frenzied dance of erotic
pleasure. Cheryl could see how thick Shadow's shaft had grown, how deep he'd forced
it into her roommate's body. Holly had wrapped her legs around the big dog's body
and was squeezing him as they seemed to rush faster towards the sharp edge of
pleasure.
Shadow yipped first, his big jaws closing over one of Holly's breasts. But even in his
passion, Cheryl could see that he wasn't biting her too hard.
And the sloppy slide of his tongue across the girl's nipple was making her squeal with
delight.
"Ohhh, yessss, Ohhhh God yesssss!"
The sounds that came from Holly's throat now were as animal-like as Shadow's husky
growls. The two of them rubbed together in a panting seizure of ecstasy.
"He's spurting!" Holly cried, head thrown back, eyes rolling. And when Cheryl looked
back down at where Shadow's cock was stuck into the girl's clasping pussy, a white
froth had begun to leak from her folds.
"Oh God," Cheryl sighed, "he's giving it to her even better than he's ever given it to
me!" And there was some truth in that. Because Shadow seemed to be supercharged
with. sexual hunger. There was something about Holly's manner which drove him halfwild. 
He squeezed her breast gingerly in his jaws as he drove his cock in and out of her
cunthole, the white sap dribbling down Holly's ass now.
It was over at last. Cheryl felt weak, hopeless. She staggered away from the window
while the two girls were trying to pull Shadow's cock out of Holly's body. It looked as if
they would have wait awhile to Cheryl. But she couldn't wait, depressed as her mood
had become.
She hurried back to her apartment, stripped off her clothes and dumped a glop of
cooking oil into her smoldering cunt. Then she lay on her bed groaning as she rubbed
the swollen, super-sensitive flesh into a frothy explosion of ecstasy. But the pleasure
subsided and then she was alone again. Alone and thinking about what had happened
to her dog.
Holly had deceived her and that made her angry. But hadn't she been a little disloyal
herself? She'd fooled around with that white dog when should have been trying to find
out why Shadow had lost interest in her. But maybe it wasn't too late. Maybe she could
get him to want her again as much as he wanted Holly.
When Holly came home later, Cheryl didn't say anything much. She noticed how
Shadow had been washed so that no tell-tale signs of pussy musk clung to his body. But
the poor darling looked absolutely exhausted. Exhausted. He fell asleep on her bed
almost as soon as he climbed up.
"How was your class tonight?"
"Fine." Holly smiled. She was opening herself a beer. Cheryl got one too and plopped
onto the sofa.
"I hope you've made other arrangements about that night class," she said, "because I've
been thinking that Shadow just won't be able to go with you anymore. The vet said he
needs to rest as much as possible."
"He seems perfectly healthy," Holly commented. Cheryl could see just a trace of that
enigmatic smile on her roommate's lips. She almost blurted something nasty but held
her tongue.
"Haven't you ever considered getting yourself a dog?"
Holly's smile deepened and grew ironic. "I wouldn't be satisfied with any dog who
wouldn't come up to Shadow's standards. He's magnificent."
"But he's mine," Cheryl blurted. She felt her face reddening. Holly's smile never
wavered. "And I want you to leave him alone."
"Okay," Holly laughed. "Okay, I get the message." She sipped her beer. A long sigh
escaped her lips. "You wouldn't think of selling him would you?"
Cheryl stalked to her room, slammed the door and let the hot tears streak down her
cheeks. She buried her face in Shadow's fur and cried until sleep came to quiet her sobs.


Chapter 9

Cheryl was running out of money. She knew she had to get a job or find some way of
making enough to pay the rent and pay her part of the groceries. But she knew, too,
that if she left poor Shadow alone in the apartment, her roommate would have access to
him when she got through with classes. And Cheryl couldn't think of how she could
work with her dog by her side.
It had been a week since she'd kept Shadow from Holly's clutches and he showed signs
of regaining his former strength. She'd forced herself to keep from starting any sex
games with him. She knew he needed rest, even if it meant that she was going half out
of her mind with desire. She yearned to feel his hot, thick cock forcing its way up into
her body! She longed to feel his tongue on her breasts. She even began to dream about
giving him head. She could imagine her lips slurping wetly up and down his beautiful
red cock. She could imagine his prick surging and his strong body shivering as the
cream boiled out onto her lapping tongue!
"Ohhh Shadow, you're going to be okay pretty soon. Then it'll be like it used to be with
us." She scratched his neck and kissed his big head. She still had no plan but now that
her dog was recovering she had hope.
When Larry called her and asked her over to his apartment for supper, she almost told
him she couldn't make it. She hadn't forgotten that nice big dog of his and how the
animal had hungrily licked the butter from her cunt that night. Smitty had caught on
quick. And for a beginner, he reamed her little hole out good with his big, red cock. Yet
Cheryl knew that there was little chance of having him again. Not with Larry always
around. So going to eat supper with him would just be a big tease for her. And she was
too horny from staying away from Shadow to be able to put up with that sort of
arrangement. But at the last minute she told the boy she'd come to eat with him. In the
back of her mind she was hoping for a moment when she might be alone with Smitty.
Cheryl didn't dare leave Shadow around the apartment. With Holly lurking, the poor
dog wouldn't have a chance. She knew she'd come home to find him exhausted and
Holly snugly satisfied. But she didn't want to confuse matters by taking him with her
on her date either. At last she chose a kennel to keep Shadow overnight. It would take
almost all of her remaining cash, but Cheryl had let her first idle thoughts of Smitty
become an obsession. She had to see his cock again, had to have some contact with a
dog. And Shadow still needed more rest.
The people at the kennel were understanding. She told them to take extra special care
of Shadow, signed a paper and told them she'd pick him up the next day around noon.
Then she hurried back to the apartment to dress.
Larry seemed especially glad to see her when she rang his bell. He eyed her with
pleasure as she came into the apartment and tossed her purse on the couch. She'd worn
her red dress, the silky clinging one with buttons down the front. She knew she looked
good. But she hadn't really dressed for Larry.
"How's Smitty?" she asked, making her voice sound innocent.
"He's fine. Can I get you a drink or something?"
While Larry was in the kitchen, Smitty padded out of a back room and came over to
Cheryl, tail wagging hard. She knelt and dug her fingers in his fur.
Almost as if she'd pressed a magic button, his cock slid wetly from its furry white
sheath.
"Yes, I know darling," she whispered. "I want you too!"
Since Larry was still tinkling with ice cubes, she dared to slip her hand under the big
dog's belly. His cock felt so hot! She massaged it, using her fingers to push deep into
the spongy firm flesh. A little dribble of something oozed from his knobbed tip.
"Ohhh, you must be saving it all for me these days," she breathed. Wiping her hand on
a nearby chair, she rose. Her breathing was rapid and her cunt pulsed against the silk of
her panty-crotch. She'd have to be careful. There was no doubt that Smitty remembered
her and wanted to have another romp with her in the middle of the living room rug.
Larry came in with their drinks and she sat with him on the sofa. He seemed more
relaxed this time, a little less shy. She found that she liked him, liked him a lot. By the
time she'd had her second gin fizz, she was feeling loose and happy. Happier than she'd
been in months. She knew that Shadow was safe and she had the whole evening before
her. She could worry about money matters later.
"Worry later," she laughed.
"You shouldn't have anything to worry about," Larry said, devouring her with his eyes.
"Not somebody as pretty as you."
Cheryl let him kiss her but in the middle of it, she felt a hot muzzle pressing against
her thigh. She tried to stop Smitty without letting Larry know but then he noticed and
the shit hit the fan.
"Don't be too mean," she begged as her date roughly shoved his dog away.
"He's been acting weird lately," Larry said, grabbing Smitty's collar and jerking him
towards a bedroom. With the door closed Cheryl could still hear the poor animal
whimpering. Larry sat down again, slipping his arm around her shoulders. The gin had
given him lots of courage. Cheryl lifted her drink.
"Dogs can't help it you know."
"Men can't help it either," Larry put in. He kissed her face, her neck.
Cheryl let the sensations flow across her skin. It wasn't so bad. And when she thought
of Smitty, her cunt throbbed even harder. Larry had a pantsful of tumid cock. She could
see the strain against his fly and thought how dogs didn't have to worry about such
artificial restraints. They were always dressed for action... undressed that is.
"God, you smell good. That must be why Smitty gets to acting crazy when you're
around." When Larry kissed her this time, Cheryl opened her lips just enough for him
to get his tongue in. It was nice, very nice. His trembling fmgers were on the first
button of her dress now. She knew he expected her to make him stop. She surprised
him by not making a move. She counted the buttons as his tongue moved shyly against
her own. Four... five... six... seven. He was having trouble on number eight. Then he lay
the red satin back and lowered his lips to her chest. He didn't know which tit to kiss
first so she lifted one shoulder and sighed. Larry took the hint and hungrily covered one
nipple with kisses.
"Ohhh, ohhhhh Larry!" Her pants were a soppy mess now. She was hornier than she'd
ever been her life. But even with Larry's hands on her body, his tongue wetting her
quivering breasts, she was thinking of that white dog alone in the bedroom.
Larry told her how much he'd been thinking of her. She was surprised by his sudden
ability to speak his feelings. And when he hinted that he wanted her to move into the
apartment with him she was actually a little shocked.
"We don't really know each other that well."
"I know you well enough," he breathed. His hand was sliding under the hem of her
dress now and again she let him feel his way up her thigh. "I'm crazy about you."
Things began to get hot and heavy. Cheryl hadn't intended on going as far as she
already had. And the boy's urgent hunger excited her more than she'd expected. She
enjoyed seeing his enjoyment. She let him pet the damp nylon of her panty-crotch. Her
clit throbbed against his finger. When she looked at the bent lump trapped inside his
pants, she took pity.
"This is silly for you to be so uncomfortable," she whispered, her fingers working his
zipper. She found his cock, unfolded it and eased it from the tightness of his
underwear. Larry looked like he'd been hit on top of the head. His eyes were dazed and
he could hardly get his lungs to work right.
It was plain to Cheryl that he'd never been touched by a girl before and probably never
touched many girls himself. For some reason she liked him all the more for his
inexperience.
"Feel good?" she asked softly, her fmgers squeezing his shaft rhythmically.
"Uhhhhhh," was all Larry managed to say in reply.
His cock was uncircumcised and in that way it reminded her of how a dog was put
together. When she jacked the clinging foreskin, his tip peeked out. It was dark blue
and shiny with juice. Larry mumbled and moaned and kissed her neck like she was an
angel come to earth.
"Do you want me?" she asked, surprised at her own nerve.
"Oh God! Yes!"
Cheryl squeezed his cockshaft just behind his tip. The barbed swell surged and grew
fatter. She didn't want him to think badly of her. But she was so horny! And it seemed
unlikely she'd get a chance to be with Smitty by herself.
"If you'd move in with me," Larry panted, "we could have lots of fun."
"Sshhh," she said as she petted his prick. "Just kiss me."
They slipped down on the couch as Larry tugged awkwardly at her red dress.
She pulled it up around her waist at last and helped him get his pants down.
He was almost afraid to look into her eyes for fear she'd stop him. When he slipped her
panties down from her hips he started to moan deep in his throat. Cheryl knew she had
a pretty cunt but Larry seemed to be worshipping her plump, curl-fringed pussy.
But when she looked at his muscular build, Cheryl wasn't exactly turned off either. She
reached for his cock, pulling him down onto her. Larry shuddered, his mouth fitting
around one of her small breasts. Cheryl knew she shouldn't take a chance but the poor
guy wanted her so badly. She squeezed his cock and then pushed it up the length of her
crevice. Her hot juices smeared across his exposed cockhead. She used his cock to rub
her clit until the hot jolts of pleasure went through her with a steady rhythm.
"Ohhh, that does feel good!"
"God Cheryl! Ohhhh God, you're so beautiful!" His eyes were dazzled with her
youthful femininity. It occurred to her that he'd probably never even feasted on girl's tit
before. He seemed so awfully hungry!
"Ohhh, that's nice," she babbled, feeling his tongue swath across her nipple. His cock
surging in her hand. She rubbed it up and down her slit again. Larry was making
sounds of excitement deep in his throat and his hips had started working.
"Cheryl! Ohh God, I want you. Want... you... so... bad!"
"You'll have me then." She lifted her ass and tilted her hips. Larry was shaking so hard
now! She felt his huge cock bulge with trapped blood. Her fingers peeled his foreskin
back. The poor horny guy! He was about to freak out!
"Sorry... Cheryl... I'm sorry..."
"About what?" she breathed, trying to fit the slippery cockhead against her cunthole.
Then she new. His cock jumped powerfully in her hand. The first spurt spattered
against her cuntlips, streams of cum dripping down the crack of her ass. He was
coming fast now, the sticky stuff clinging between her fingers and coating her feverish
pussy. She let him lunge against her. She wasn't mad, just sorry for him. She petted his
tensed buttocks and cooed against his ear.
"It's okay Larry, just go on and come... it's okay baby, it's okay.
"I blew it. God damn it, I blew it."
"Hey, I'm not mad." Inside Cheryl was about to come apart, but she liked this goofy,
inexperienced guy. And she didn't want to hurt his feelings. His come was still surging
and she jacked his foreskin up and down to make it good for him. He thrust his hips
against her, the head of his cock gouging along her slit as the jism rushed out. And
then he as limp, panting in her embrace.
He got up quickly and brought Cheryl a towel. His embarrassment made her blush too.
She excused herself and went to the bathroom to clean up. When she came back out to
the living room, Larry had straightened things up and dressed again.
"Larry darling," she said, noticing the effect the words had on him, "would you mind
running down to the drugstore and getting me some aspirin?" Cheryl had already
checked his medicine chest and had hidden the half-empty bottle she found there.
When he looked and returned with a puzzled expression she felt her excitement
quicken. She estimated it would take him exactly twenty minutes to go, buy the aspirin
and return. Enough time for what she wanted to do. For what she had to do!
"Be right back," he said. "I thought for sure I had some but I can't find them now."
"You're sweet," she sighed, putting her arms around him and letting him feel the soft
swell her young body through the satin dress.
"I'd run through glass for you," Larry said, eyes bright. "Sure hope you're not mad
about my accident."
"It wasn't an accident," she said, winking. "We just got in a rush, that's all."
As soon as Larry closed the door behind him, Cheryl went to the bedroom where he'd
put his dog. Smitty was curled in the middle of the mattress when she came in and
closed the door behind her. She skinned her red dress while the dog watched. She
draped her panties on a chairback and kicked off her sandals.
"Hi Smitty, you miss me?" The big dog rose on his front legs and panted happily.
"Oh Smitty," she cried, jumping onto the bed with him. "You look so beautiful."
Cheryl rolled the dog onto his back and massaged his red shaft out of its clinging
sheath. Then, breathing fast, she lowered her mouth to him. The knob brushed
slickness over her lips. She smelled his musky aroma. She opened her lips and sucked
the feverish morsel into her mouth. Her tongue flicked gingerly against him as the dog
hunched and pawed her back.
"Mmmmmmm," she cooed, squeezing his balls. Then he was fully erect and she took
her lips away and rolled onto her back, knees bent and parted, her cunt's moist heat
rising to the dog's nostrils. "Fuck me Smitty! Fuck me now!"


Chapter 10

Cheryl was surprised at the way the dog came at her. He'd been able to excite her
before, but had never shown the carnal hunger that Shadow instinctively possessed.
Now it was different. Now Smitty shoved his big front paws on either side of her chest
and began to lick wildly at her tits.
At the same time his slim ass came forward, his back humping high into the air. She
felt the first thrust of his cock slide along her crevice, just missing her cunthole.
"Easy darling... easy..."
Smitty thrust again and this time his knob pressed against her squeezed hole, forcing
the muscles out. She humped back, trying to make it easier for him to have her. She
was babbling, her breasts quivering under the dog's hot tongue.
"Ohhh, Ohhhhh do it! Ohhhh Smitty... Ohhhhhh!"
Now his knob had forced its way into her slippery, heated folds. She hunched again and
felt herself filling out inside. She knew she didn't have much time. But at the rate
Smitty was going after her, it wouldn't take long.
"Yess boy, Ohhh yesss! Get it in me! Get it all the way in me!"
The dog yipped and lapped at her tits and neck. She hugged his strong shoulders, her
young ass dancing on the mattress as she felt his thick shaft skewering her more deeply.
Inch by inch she was being caught up on that rigid, feverish dog-cock. It felt like
heaven on earth!
"That's it Smitty, Ohhhhh G-G-God, Smitty!"
The dog eased his cock out with tantalyzing slowness then drove it quickly in again.
Her body quivered, the tender flesh around her breasts glistening with the big animal's
saliva. Her fingers dug deeper into his warm coat. Her young cunt thrust upwards to
contact the dog's belly. She felt and heard him taking her. The juicy sound of hot cock
being forced into her clasping pussy made her shudder with pleasure.
Kissing Smitty's lapping tongue, Cheryl rolled him over onto his back. Now she was his
mistress, her trim bottom rising and falling, wiggling back against that sweet spear of
pleasure that throbbed so hotly in the grip of her cunt.
"Doesn't that feel good, Smitty?" she cooed. The dog whimpered as if he were trying to
answer her. She squirmed harder, rubbing her tits against the curve of his chest as she
felt his cock going in to the hilt. Holding him deeply like that, she concentrated on
using her muscles to tighten down first on the base of his cock, then on up the shaft
until at last the muscles closest to her womb throbbed and contracted around his tip.
The spongy knob gave under her squeezing female muscles and the white dog flopped
around as if being tortured. But the whimpering yips that came from his throat weren't
the sounds of a dog in pain.
"Ohh, you like that, don't you boy?" She kissed him and made her cunt squeeze his
cock again. It was fun having him on his back. She felt like she'd seduced him and of
course in a way it was true She'd been the instigator of tonight's little games. It
occurred to Cheryl that not many weeks before, she would have been shocked to have
considered anything hinting of this kind of sex.
"Times change, don't they Smitty?" The dog whimpered and lapped her face. He was
humping powerfully at her teasing cunt. When he hunched his ass forward, Cheryl
would squirm just out of reach. His knob would still be inside her, but that was all.
"Oh, I'm not being mean," she laughed. "Just showing you who's boss."
The poor animal growled helplessly, his powerful haunches thumping forward again.
On his back, he didn't have the control he'd had before. And Cheryl was pinning him
with her hands, keeping her dripping pussy just out of reach.
But he looked so pitiful, and the head of his cock felt so swollen and hot that she
couldn't resist wiggling back against it. The juice leaked down on the dog's hairless
belly as she let the tip fit into her muscled opening again. Then she gave a quick, sharp
movement of her pelvis and heard the squishy pop as she was penetrated.
"Ohhhhh Goddamn," she whimpered, not able to keep still now that the lovely bulge of
dogmeat was inside her again. "Ohhhhh that's wonderful!"
It wasn't going to take long now! The inside of her hole was tingling. Her clit was
throbbing too and the whole underside of her body felt pleasantly itchy.
"Fuck me Smitty! Do it faster boy, faster!" Her breathing was irregular and hot. She
burrowed her mouth into the fru of the dog's neck and held on as his powerful
haunches drove upward from the bed, driving that slickened red shaft deep into her
young cunt. When it went in all the way, she rocked her hips, making the fit even
tighter. The friction against her cunt-flesh was incredibly good! She gasped with the
rising fever in her body. Her nipples stood out like tiny fingers, raking the dog's chest
as she hugged and wrestled him.
She was rolling again, rolling onto her back as the white dog shoved his hind feet apart
and drove against her pussy with all his strength. His cock seemed to be sinking into
her forever! She groaned as the itchy sensations intensified. She felt her tube closing
down around the invading chunk of meat, milking at the tip as if to pull the creamy
fluids from the dog's balls.
"Ohhhh Smitty, you're fucking me so good! Ohhhh sweet doggy! Ohhhhh shit!"
She could hear the slow, thumping of rhythm as the bed lurched under them.
Smitty wasn't going crazy like most dogs did. He was taking her with a last flurry of
activity. He was fucking her, his big cock plowing the velvety slick cuntmeat apart as he
sunk in. Then that bulging knob would almost pull her inside out as he drew it back
for another stab.
"Yuuuhhhhh," she babbled, drooling, her brown hair tangled across her face.
The dog licked one of her breasts then pulled it between his teeth and growled. She had
no fear. She hugged him hard, her young ass pumping as she felt his balls caress her
ass. She drew her thighs back as far as she could and kicked her slender feet in the air
as she began to come.
"Whhaah, Whhaaaaaahhhh," she panted, eyes rolling in her head from the intense
pleasure. It throbbed through her cuntfolds like a slow earthquake.
Her tummy sucked in under her ribs and she felt herself began to jerk, convulsing with
delirious ecstasy.
Cheryl thought she might die it felt so good! With the dog's prick so deep inside her
feverish hole, she threw her ass around in wild circles, rubbing that hot knob with her
smooth, juice-slickened flesh. The dog yipped and bucked in her embrace.
In his wild cavorting, his cock popped loose from her pussy. Instead of trying to get it
back in, Smitty flopped more wildly, his tongue hanging out of his mouth.
"Poor baby, you're so close to coming! I can tell!"
Cheryl grabbed his cock as it slapped from side to side. The knob was as big as a golf
ball and a tiny dribble of cream was leaking from the orifice. She made her decision in a
split second. It wasn't hard to do. The dog had given her a lot of pleasure and now he
was in pain, locked in the middle of his climax without a hole to rub against. She'd give
him a hole. Her mouth!
"Be still darling, be still!" Cheryl grabbed his prick with one hand, the fingers of her
other hand entwining in his balls. Then she licked her soft lips and pushed them out
around that plum-shaped cockhead that looked so stretched and angry. Thewhite dog
yipped louder, his haunches jerking spasmodically as she let her tongue slide back and
forth against the super-sensitive meat. He lurched, barked shrilly, lurched again. The
wet sound of her sucking him continued to excite Cheryl though she'd already come.
She loved the hot swell in he mouth, loved the way it made Smitty go crazy. She tasted
the flat taste of his cum as it leaked from his tip. But the first powerful surge surprised
and shocked her.
It came spattering against the back of her throat, her tongue squishing in the creamy
bath. She curved her tongue around his sliding prickshaft, urging more of his jism from
the heavy balls that nestled against her chin.
"Mmmmmmuuhhh," she moaned, his potent sap spurting strongly, rhythmically.
The dog seemed about to freak out. But she knew he was freaking from pleasure and
that was okay. His wild flopping, even the scratching of his claws against her arms
couldn't be helped. He'd certainly never experienced this sort of ecstasy from another
dog. A female bitch just didn't have the right kind of shape to her mouth.
Cooing happily, Cheryl took Smitty's ripe knob to the back of her throat.
She controlled her gagging reflex enough to let her tonsils close down around his
cockhead. Now the hot dog cum was sliding down her throat in stringy glops. But there
was too much for her to contain. It shot suddenly from around the edges of her lips. A
hot driblet trickled out of one nostril and back into her mouth again.
Cheryl grasped the big dog's cock with both hands and slid her mouth up and down
the shaft until she thought the poor animal might faint. He boiled out one last eruption
of cum and then lay quivering and panting. Slowly, gently, she let her tongue tip caress
his prick from base to tip. But no more cum came out. She'd done it, she'd drained
sweet Smitty of all that he had.
Cheryl popped her lips free and sat back on her thighs to look at the exhausted dog
before her. She petted him and told him how much she liked him until the poor animal
managed to give her a soft, somewhat dazed look.
"I've got to get back to the other room before your master comes home," she said,
getting up. She put on her clothes hurriedly and cleaned herself in the bathroom. Then
she went to the kitchen, made herself a drink to kill the taste of cum and sat primly on
the sofa. She was sitting like that when Larry came back.
"Here's your aspirin," he said, innocent of what she'd been up to during his absence.
Cheryl took two just to make her headache story hang together. And when Larry took
her in his arms and kissed her, she felt very comfortable in his embrace. It was funny.
Funny how she could get along with a dog and his master too. She wondered if she was
a little dingy? Yes, but if it felt good, what did it matter one way or the other?
The remainder of the evening was unspectacular. Larry put a smaIl amount of pressure
on her to spend the night of course. But after her wild fling with Smitty, Cheryl wasn't
really in the mood. And besides, Larry was so shy that she knew it would be traumatic
to have an affair with him this early in their relationship. But she couldn't get her mind
off Smitty. He'd really done her, done her good! She wouldn't forget him so easily.
"Can't I see you again?" Larry asked when she turned at her front door for a good-night
kiss.
"Of course you can. I had a wonderful time."
"And Smitty likes you too," the boy said. Cheryl was glad it was dark so Larry couldn't
see her blushing. She kissed Larry softly on the lips and let her hand slide down his
belly. The poor guy groaned as her fingers skittered across the lump in his jeans but she
pushed him gently away and waved back through the screen door.
"Don't forget to think about my offer," he reminded her. "I'd love for you to move in
with me. I know I'm not much of a lover, but I'd make it up to you somehow."
"What happened tonight was a compliment," Cheryl quickly said. "I mean you must
really think I'm neat to get that excited so quickly." She saw Larry blushing at her
words but knew she'd said just the right thing. She was getting to like this guy more all
the time.
Inside, Cheryl undressed lazily and flopped in bed. She felt wonderfully exhausted, her
hot little cunt so thoroughly fucked that she didn't even have the urge to put a finger in
herself. And tomorrow she'd go get Shadow from the kennel and they'd have all day to
play. She would think of a way to keep him away from Holly somehow. She'd just have
to.
Cheryl slept until after ten. She awoke feeling a little stiff from the furious humping
Larry's dog had given her. But she felt good as she hurried through breakfast and
dressed. Holly was still asleep when Cheryl went out to her Volkswagen and headed
towards the kennel to pick up Shadow. She parked and went into the modern building.
She was daydreaming about how horny poor Shadow would be after a night in solitary
confinement. But the words of the girl behind the desk shocked her back to reality.
"I guess your sister hasn't called you yet," the woman said. "She said everything had
been arranged."
"My dog!" Cheryl blurted. "Where's my dog?"
"Why your sister picked him up two hours ago." The girl was beginning to look
worried. "You mean you didn't know?"
"My sister? She came here?"
"Yes. Blonde, about your height but slightly heavier. She had a note from you and even
a picture of you and the dog. It all seemed okay. You do have a sister, don't you?"
Cheryl felt sick. "Yes, I have a sister."
"Your sister said something about you not being able to get here today. She said she
was keeping the dog for you until tomorrow." The woman turned the pages of a ledger.
"Here's her signature. She paid for everything. I hope I didn't make a mistake."
Cheryl saw that it was Mona's signature alright. "Did she say anything else?"
"Not that I remember," the woman told her "She certainly seemed happy to see the
dog."
"Yes, I'm sure she was." Cheryl stumbled away from the counter and out into the
bright sunshine. It would be futile to make a fuss over Shadow even if she could find
her sister before she disappeared. Mona had obviously tracked Cheryl to this town
somehow. She'd spotted the Volkswagen and after discovering where they were living,
had bided her time. When Cheryl had put Shadow in the kennel, it was the moment
Mona had been waiting for. And now Shadow was gone. He was probably already out
of town, panting happily by Mona's side. Her tears spilled down Cheryl's cheeks.
"He wasn't really my dog to begin with," she moaned. "And now he'll never be mine."
With an aching heart, Cheryl started her car and drove slowly back to her apartment.
She was more broke than ever, Shadow was gone and she didn't have a friend in the
world. Or did she? Cheryl parked and went inside. Holly was standing nude by the
stove.
"You sure look like something the cat dragged in," she said, glancing at Cheryl as she
sat down heavily. Cheryl felt like screaming at her uppity roommate but she was all
empty inside. She wasn't even mad anymore.
"I don't think I'll be staying here much longer," she told Holly.
"Oh great, I'll have to find somebody else to share the rent with." Holly flipped over
her egg and turned the fire down under the skillet. "Where' you going?"
"This guy asked me to live with him." Though Holly tried not to show it, it was plain
to see that she was impressed.
"Some guy going to school here?"
"Yeah, he's nice. Shy but nice."
Holly cocked one naked buttock and wet her lips. "Does this guy know that you've got
a big black dog?" The insinuation in her voice was obvious.
"Shadow's gone," Cheryl said, her eyes cast down. She could almost feel Holly's
disappointment.
"That's too bad. I was hoping you might change your mind and sell him to me."
Cheryl got up. "Shadow wouldn't have lasted long if I'd let you have him."
Holly's cheeks flushed but her eyes were sharp and accusing.
"You weren't exactly taking it easy on him yourself," the black-haired girl snapped.
"I don't feel like flghting, Holly. I'm going to y room to pack."
This guy must have something you like," Holly said, following Cheryl halfway down
the hall. 'Would it be a greyhound or a pekinese?"
'If you'll just leave me alone," Cheryl sobbed. "'1'11 get my things and get out of your
life." Holly started to say something else but turned angrily rtd went back to the
kitchen. Cheryl felt like a fool for ever having moved in with the girl in the flI"St place.
But she had a place to go now. There was someone who liked her and would take care
of her. She was sure of it.


Chapter 11

"Ohhhhhh Cheryl! Baby doll..."
Cheryl had come just seconds before and now she felt Larry tremble in her arms. His
mouth closed wetly against her neck as the powerful shudders of ecstasy jolted through
him. Inside her cunt, she could feel his rubber-sheathed penis surging. He rubbed it in
and out of her hole, gasping, dying against her slender, young body.
"Darling... Ohhh darling," she sighed. And then he was still, panting to catch his
breath. She smoothed her palms over his buttocks and thigh and lightly caressed his
balls that were cienched between her thighs. After a moment the boy recovered enough
to push himself up on an elbow and look lovingly into her eyes.
"Having you living here has been a whole new life for me."
She smiled and kissed his nose. "For me too."
"Do you like me a little bit?" Larry asked.
"I might even love you a little bit." She tightened her cunt around his cockshaft. Larry
looked like he was in paradise. "But you'd better get dressed and get to class. You've
already missed three of them."
"Eight o'clock is just too early for learning. It's the time for loving."
"Come on," Cheryl insisted. "Get up and get going."
When she went in the bathroom, Larry was peeling the rubber from his cock.
She watched him flush it down the toilet. His cock was shiny with his sap and she bent
down to lick the creamy stuff off.
"Oh God," Larry groaned, "I keep thinking I'm in a wonderful dream."
"You are. We both are."
By the time Larry was dressed, Cheryl had his breakfast ready. She put it before him
and watched him wolf it down. It made her feel happy to do something for somebody.
In the corner of the kitchen, Larry's big dog sat watching her. She gave Smitty a sly
smile and poured Larry another glass of juice.
"Guess I'd better run. I can't afford to flunk out of school now. Not with my dad
sending me money every month."
"Do you think he'd approve of your new life style?" Cheryl kidded.
"I don't know." Larry hugged her close. "But I sure do!" Cheryl walked with him to the
front door. She could hear Smitty padding along behind her. Larry started out the door
but turned to give her one last embrace. The front of her robe came open and he
moaned and fondled her ass as his lips wet her small, firm nipples.
"Ohhh, Ohhhh yes darling!" she quavered. "Ohhh, stop that or I'll pull you into the
bedroom again and make you miss that class."
Cheryl held Larry's face in both her hands and softly, sexily kissed his lips. He held her
face in the same way as their tongues touched, rubbed and danced together. And then
Cheryl felt Smitty's hot, wet muzzle. The dog rubbed it up between her ass cheeks and
slid his tongue along the underside of her mound.
"Whhhuuhhh," she gasped, tonguing Larry's mouth deeper.
"I'm going to be thinking of this kiss all day," he breathed. Smitty's tongue had just
drenched her feverish clit with saliva and Cheryl tilted her ass but pertly behind her so
the dog would lick some again. No one knew but Smitty and her.
"Me too," she groaned. "It's one heck of a kiss."
"See you later," Larry said, giving her hand a squeeze and starting down the hall.
Cheryl smiled after him. The big white dog had gotten clear under her robe now and
was eating at her swollen cuntlips. Cheryl leaned against the door, managing to wave
one last time at Larry as he went down the stairs at the end of the hall. Weakly she
closed the door, locked it and let her bathrobe fall from her shoulders.
She knew she'd never make it to the bedroom, so she fell to her knees and leaned over
the cushions of the sofa. Smitty was wild with passion now. He growled and nipped
gingerly at her white, plump ass cheeks. The tingle of his teeth going into her flesh
made Cheryl gasp.
"Ohhh, you naughty, nasty dog!" She was smiling, eyes fluttering.
Heavy paws pressed against the backs of her shoulders. Warm bellyflesh rubbed her
bottom. Then she felt it, felt the slick, stiff stab ot the dog cock as it parted her 
cuntfolds. There was a squishy sound as Smitty's knob speared her opening. She panted
wildly, her face resting against the sofa as the dog took her.
"Uhh, Uhhhh God! Ohhh Smitty, Smitty, Smitteeeeee!"
And now the powerful animal was thrusting deeper. He hunched and growled, every
forward movement shaking the flesh of her asscheeks, every shove of his cock sending
rippling pleasure over her skin. Cheryl closed her eyes and took him into the slick fever
of her body. She knew she'd found a home.
She'd found a home at last.


THE END
