A GIRL AND HER DOGS
By John Kellerman


Foreword

While the innocent are no strangers to violence, and never have been, the recent
upsurge in criminal activity has taken a particular grim toll of the unsuspecting
bystander. And the reasons for their molestations have been more sinister.
Today's headlines and newscasts are filled with stories of oil company executives
kidnaped for political purposes, of innocent bystanders taken hostage during robberies,
of diplomats gunned down in the middle of foreign capitals.
Some of these acts have been committed in the name of some cause whose philosophy
is probably suspect and whose means of executing same is sordid. All this is done
because, supposedly, the end justified the means. And what of the countless cases of
seemingly wanton violence committed for no apparent reason whatsoever? In either
case, it is the guiltless individual who suffers most.
TINA'S DOG DAYS is the story of an innocent young girl suffering at the hands of
cruel and depraved people. Her story holds a lesson for an uncaring society.
-The Publisher


Chapter 1

The weather had just turned warm.
There was something magical about that turning, and Hattie was thinking of this as she
followed the path that wound into the woods away from her house. With summer here
she'd be using the path a lot. It led through trees and thickets, past a pond and after
another half-mile broke into the open field behind her best friend's house.
Hattie's best friend was Diane Colson, who lived with her grandmother and brother in
a dilapidated house. Hattie's own home wasn't much less dilapidated. Her mother took
in washing, and when her father was around, he added to the family's income. Hattie's
only other friend outside of Diane was her dog, Bruno, a sleek brown Doberman she'd
found as a puppy.
Sometimes she took Bruno with her while visiting Diane, but today he'd been limping
from a sore paw so she'd left him behind. Hattie passed the big oak that marked the
halfway point between her house and Diane's, and stopped to rest. There was a rock
there perfect for sitting, and she sat. She was sweating a little in the dampness of the
early morning and her panties were clinging to her young virgin cunt mound.
Hattie smiled. It was funny how that word excited her – virgin. She'd only just become
aware of her sexuality and the changes that were taking place on her body, and inside,
too.
"Ohhh," she sighed as a tingle went through her.
She experienced a lot of tingles lately. They came at odd times – sometimes when she
was thinking about a certain boy she'd kissed once, sometimes for no special reason at
all. Only that morning she'd examined herself carefully while in the bathtub. With a
soapy finger she'd explored the dainty pink folds of her cunt. In the book she'd read it
was often referred to by the term vulva. A strange word – one that made her tingle
almost as much as cunt.
"Oh my!"
The pleasurable sensation had rippled through her again. She was suddenly weak and a
little breathless. This had never happened before. Hattie blinked her eyes then pushed
her long blonde braids back over her shoulders and tried to get up. Her knees would
hardly support her. She sat down hard on the rock again, panting now.
"I feel so hot down there."
Down there was how her mother had always referred to Hattie's cunt, and now she
unconsciously referred to it in the same way. She reserved words such as cunt and vulva
and twat for her own private daydreams.
One of her daydreams was that she was totally naked and that huge snakes coiled
around her body. The snakes were warm and slippery and they wound between her legs
and around her small, firm tits. Around her belly. Around her neck, ankles, arms.
When the fantasy became too exciting, Hattie had to go splash water on her face and
try to think of something else. She'd never told another soul about her snake daydreams
– not even Diane. She'd always felt that there was something wicked about them. And
even while enjoying them she cursed herself. Just as she cursed herself now for thinking
of how her cunt looked.
A sudden desire to piss made Hattie rise.
A nearby bush was cover enough in the empty woods, and she pulled down her cut-off
jeans and panties and squatted. As she gazed down, she saw that little nub of flesh, half
hooded but erect, that jutted out from between her cuntlips. There seemed to be
something special about it, apart from the fact that it was called her clitoris. The books
just named it – they didn't say what it was for. Touching the thing with a soapy finger
nearly made Hattie faint, and she'd tried to keep from repeating the act. That morning,
she'd touched it again though and immediately her fantasy of snakes had rushed back
into her head.
"God, it looks so big! And juicy, too."
It was all she could do to keep from touching it. At last she couldn't resist – and maybe
just one touch wouldn't hurt. Her fingertips trembled as she pressed it lightly against
her clit and rolled it gingerly. Immediately a shock wave of pleasure surged through her
belly and her thighs. She began to breathe harder, and her eyes rolled wildly in her
head.
"God! Ohhhhh God!"
Like a bolt from the blue, Hattie realized what she was doing – or beginning to do. The
word was even stranger than clitoris or vulva – masturbate. It was something a girl was
not supposed to do – not a nice girl, anyway.
"And I am a nice girl. I'm a virgin."
Speaking this truth out loud helped, but only a little. Because she wanted very badly to
touch her clitoris again. Her fingertip was glossy with the juices that were seeping from
her musky pink slit, and though she could feel the presence of her full bladder, she
didn't seem to need to pee half so bad as before.
Gently she touched herself again.
"Nhhhuuuuhhh," Hattie groaned, closing her eyes this time.
Her tits rose and fell inside her loose shirt, and now she knew she was committing
some sinful act. She jerked her hand away from her naked cunt and concentrated on
what she'd squatted down for in the first place.
With her pee steaming in the weeds, Hattie stood and reached down to pull her panties
up. The growl was so close, she squealed and tried to turn around. Her feet tangled in
her shorts, and she sprawled in a patch of wildflowers. The dog – and he was a big one
– stepped forward to put a paw on one of her knees.
She was too scared to move. Her eyes were wide and her chin trembled.
He was the blackest dog she'd ever seen, with a coat as shiny as a leopard's. Hattie was
uncertain of the breed, but the thick shoulders and huge paws hinted of great strength.
The dog's almond eyes glinted as he sniffed at her naked cunt.
"No! Get away."
The dog made no move to get away. He seemed fascinated by the dainty pink wetness
of her pussy. Her secret folds had become swollen when she'd touched herself, and now
they pooched out a little, revealing the glossy slickness that was usually hidden between
the plump, white halves of her mound. The dog's black snout was so close that it
brushed some of the blonde curls that only partially hid her crevice.
"Bad dog! Get away... get away!"
The animal snarled and his eyes gave her notice that he would do what he damn well
pleased.
Hattie was in a state of shock. She felt that the dog would attack her at any moment,
bite her all over and leave her for dead.
But he didn't. He just kept sniffing at her naked cunt. When she inched a hand down
to grab her panties and pull them up, he growled again and she froze.
Then he licked her.
The hot rush of pleasure was so intense, so shocking to her sensibilities that Hattie had
to push at the dog's head. Immediately sharp fangs sunk into her wrist. She squealed
but had the sense not to try and jerk away. The dog wasn't drawing blood – he was just
holding her thin arm firmly. When at last he let it go, she didn't try to reach for her
panties again. But she was so frightened, she began to sob very softly under her breath.
The dog licked her again. The warm brush of his tongue across her open cunt made her
shudder. He licked again.
His spit was so hot!
Now he was lapping her rhythmically as if there was some mysterious essence that
leaked from her body for the dog to feed upon. He made rumbling sounds as he feasted
on her dripping juices, and by now Hattie was panting hard, frozen with terror but
experiencing a heart-thumping excitement at the same time. Because no matter how
scared she was, she couldn't turn off the surging thrills that engulfed the entire lower
part of her young body.
"I don't believe this is happening! I just don't!"
But it was. The black dog's tongue was very hot and very soft and he pressed it deeper
between the twin halves of her mound, let it slide along the length of her crevice and
over her throbbing clit. She'd dreamed of snakes sliding between her thighs, but never a
dog's tongue! Moaning softly from excitement and fear, Hattie tried to wiggle
backwards, tried to get away from that hot and hungry mouth.
Again the dog snarled and lifted his strange bright eyes to peer at her threateningly. She
whimpered with helplessness and sank back on her elbows on the damp ground. The
dog pushed a paw against one of her knees, forcing her cunt even wider. As the slick
flesh peeled apart, he burrowed his muzzle against her, lapping and slurping noisily.
"Ohhh... ohhhh God!"
Hattie could hear her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel the rippling energy
flowing up her belly. Her nipples were on fire and she had the most intense desire to
rub a hand across the front of her flannel shirt. She fought the desire, looking around
as if some avenue of escape might present itself. But there was no escape – the big
black dog had her trapped.
He was licking her voraciously now, his tongue reaching from her asscheeks almost to
her navel. The insides of her thighs glistened with his hot spit. Her poor little pussy was
drenched, the blonde fur matted down in tight curlicues. And her clit! It looked like a
small, firm finger now, nearly a quarter of an inch long and as thick as the eraser on a
pencil.
"Yuuuhhh... uhhhhh," she groaned, unable to stifle her emotions.
She'd never experienced such a hot flush of pleasure. She was still very frightened but
the thrills that surged continuously through her slim body were overwhelming whatever
else she felt.
"Bad dog... ohhhh God! Ohhhh, you awful dog!"
And something else was happening. It wasn't just the pleasure that throbbed from her
clit and radiated outwards along the surface of her belly and thighs. It was a deeper,
more urgent tickle inside her – way up inside her. Her muscles seemed to squeeze
down as if there were something to squeeze down upon.
"Mnnnuhh... ohhhhh shit!"
She blinked her eyes rapidly and tried to concentrate on getting away from the dog. But
the rippling, raging pleasure was distracting her more all the time.
Now Hattie remembered where and when she'd felt this pleasure before. She'd had a
dream a month ago. The details of the dream were blurry and half-forgotten, but she
hadn't forgotten the disturbing, fluttery feeling she'd had upon awakening. The feeling
was so strong that she'd stayed very, very still for fear she might have some kind of fit
or convulsion. And the feeling had been centered in the warmth of her cunt. She was
experiencing the same sensations now!
"God! Ohhhh God, what's happening to me?"
Radiant thrills came fast and hard now. Her belly heaved wildly as the dog's hot mouth
pressed deeper into her cunt mound. She could hear the soft pink flesh sliding around
the dog's tongue as he licked and licked and licked. Would he ever stop? She blinked
but couldn't focus. She gave a long, low moan as her nipples hardened and pressed
tantalizingly against the inside of her shirt. With a cry of despair, she swept a hand
across her chest. Her tits responded by returning the fire to her cunt. Now she couldn't
keep her hips still. And what shocked Hattie was that she'd never moved her body like
this in her whole life!
"Ohh... ohh... ohhhhh!" she gasped, her back arching, then humping down again
against the crumpled wildflowers beneath her.
The huge black dog growled and his tongue sanded her flesh as if he were trying to peel
it away.
"Ghhhuuhh," Hattie whimpered, her eyes squeezed shut now as she fought the urge to
plunge her hips and lost.
She dug her fingers into the grassy mat under her ass. Her breath was labored, rasping.
Her flat, pale belly was pulled in under her ribs and she was trembling everywhere.
Hattie was certain that she was losing her mind, that this was how it felt to be insane.
But she didn't care if she was crazy, because the pleasure was totally devastating, wiping
all else from her mind.
But just when she thought she couldn't stand any more, the tickle turned into a
dazzling glow of ecstasy Hattie had never dreamed could be reached. Her willowy body
flopped helplessly around in the mashed wildflowers as the black dog devoured her
young cunt. Flames of furious pleasure seemed to lick at all of her orifices. Her cries
became tense and frantic. She couldn't control herself, couldn't think, couldn't even be
afraid any longer. She tore her shirt open and squeezed one white tit.
She babbled as the consuming pleasure throbbed through her pussy. She felt it
everywhere, as if her skin had become sensitized. The black dog sensed her excitement
and licked harder at her flooding cunt.
"Ohhhhh God in heaven!"
Shivering, jerking, crying out her lust, Hattie writhed on the ground. She was only
dimly aware that she'd bent a knee up, that the big dog was rubbing his belly against it.
He was licking her tits now and she could feel the hardness on her leg. He growled, his
tongue swathing the darkening nipple with hot spit.
That hard thing he was pressing against her knee – what was it?
Then Hattie saw. It was the animal's juicy cock! And just as she looked, a stream of
white spurted suddenly onto her thighs and belly. It came in surges, the cream hanging
down in long strings between each surge.
Hattie had no idea what was happening and if she hadn't still been writhing in the
midst of her own hot excitement, she would have screamed. Instead she merely watched
the hot sap spatter onto her belly and tits. A sharp aroma came to her flared nostrils
and she could feel the dog licking the stuff from her flesh as soon as it hit her.
"It's cum!" she moaned suddenly, piecing the mystery together at last.
She'd read that much about how nature worked, though she'd never guessed that male
jism would be so slick, so strange – smelling.
The black dog limped away and sat to lick his cock. Hattie pulled her eyes away from
the slap of his tongue and tried to start thinking again. She was unharmed, except for a
scraped elbow. The stuff the dog had spurted on her was already drying, though she
had to use the tail of her shirt to mop off the thicker glops. And now that the animal
had shot his wad, he seemed uninterested in her.
Moving very slowly, Hattie wiggled around until she could get to her panties. She slid
them up her legs and jerked up her shorts. But she could hardly stand. It took her a few
moments before she could breathe right, and the tender, swollen flesh between her
thighs was still throbbing.
She made her way down the path, pausing every few seconds to look and see if the
black dog was following her.
He wasn't. But he was watching her with those yellow eyes, and his cock was still
extended from its furry sheath. It looked awful to Hattie, so red and shiny!
"Got to get to Diane's place," she murmured, hurrying now, trying not to think of what
had just happened.
It was like trying to hold her breath. She could almost feel that dog's tongue rubbing
and caressing her. She could feel his big paw on her thigh. Then she rounded a bend in
the path and could no longer see him.
Inside her panties, her cunt was throbbing harder than ever. Her head swam when she
thought of what had happened to her when the dog's licking had gotten intense. She'd
had some kind of spasm. Some strange seizure. Was that how a girl came? Had she
experienced a climax?
"What else could it have been," she sighed, clasping a hand to her swollen mound.
Even through the layers of clothing she could feel the fever there and the dampness. "I
had a climax! Yes, that's what happened. Oh god, I'll never be the same. Not ever!"


Chapter 2

By the time she got to Diane's, Hattie was still very upset. But she couldn't let on to her
friend what had happened in the woods – at least not the part about the dog. Diane's
grandmother was upstairs asleep, and as Diane finished washing the dishes, Hattie sat
close by and tried to find the nerve to mention the strange thrills she'd experienced a
few moments before.
"Did you ever," Hattie began, "have you ever felt that way? All tingly and..."
"Hot?" Diane breathed, her eyes sparkling. She was a shorter girl than Hattie with red
hair and large soft tits.
"Yes. Like when a boy kisses you on the neck."
"Oh sure, lots of times." Diane dried her hands on the dishtowel and poured coffee for
the two of them.
Hattie always enjoyed drinking coffee with Diane. It made her feel more grown up.
"But it didn't stop with just a tingle," Hattie went on. "The tingle turned into
something else until..." She took a long deep breath and let it out slowly. "I kind of
went crazy."
"This happened all by itself?" Diane looked suspicious.
"Well... not exactly."
"I thought so. You were touching..."
Hattie was about to blurt out that she hadn't touched herself once. But she realized that
Diane was looking for some kind of explanation for what had happened. Dropping her
eyes, she nodded.
"You shouldn't be ashamed about it. I know what most people say but I read
somewhere that doing that to yourself is perfectly natural."
"It is?" Hattie gasped. "You mean everybody does it?"
"Well maybe not everybody." Now it was Diane's turn to blush. "But I do it. Almost
every day."
Of course Hattie knew that it hadn't been her fingers at all that had caused that sudden
squirming fit she'd experienced in the woods. It had been the black dog's tongue.
Just thinking about how he'd licked her made her weak with lust – she guessed it was
lust she was weak with. The only thing she knew about lust was that it had something
to do with sex and sex had to do with certain areas of the body. But then she
remembered that when she'd had her climax, every square inch of her body had tingled
and throbbed with pleasure. She was more confused than ever.
"Fact is," Diane spoke up, "I feel like doing it right now. All this talk made me kind of
wet down there. Don't you get wet down there, Hattie? When you've been thinking
sexy things?"
It was cool in Diane's bedroom. The curvy redhead closed the door and went to her
dresser. After digging through a pile of clean undies, she pulled out a dog-eared
magazine and sat on the edge of her bed. Hattie sat down beside her. But when she saw
the large color picture on the cover of the magazine, she nearly jumped up again.
"I found it by the side of the road," Diane explained. "It's the awfulest thing I've ever
seen in my life!"
She was smiling as she turned to the first page, but Hattie's mind was still reeling from
what she'd seen on the cover – a female mouth touching an almost life-sized cock!
Then as she stared at the next page, she felt lightheaded. It was all too much of a
coincidence! A large German shepherd was actually licking a young woman between
her thighs. The photograph was crystal-clear, and Hattie could see the delicate inner
folds of the woman's cunt and the glossy wetness from the animal's tongue.
"If my grandmother knew I had this, she'd probably have a heart attack." Diane
squirmed her hips a little and her breathing picked up.
Hattie's heart was thumping in her chest. Though she could hardly look at the pictures
for more than a few seconds at a time, she was impatient for Diane to turn the page.
The next picture was of the same woman and dog, but this time they were in a different
position. The woman had her fingers around his cock and was on her hands and knees.
The dog's front paws were resting on her back. Hattie moaned and got up to walk to
the window. When she came back Diane had turned the page again. Now the scene was
different. A different female lay on her back, legs upraised. A muscular man was trying
to put his cock into her cunt. His cock looked huge to Hattie, and though she knew the
rudiments of sex, she'd never guessed that a real one would be so large!
Diane flung the book aside.
"Ohhh, I can't take any more," she moaned, jerking at her blue jeans.
They slipped down over her plush asscheeks and she skinned off her panties, too.
Though both girls had exchanged titillating stories from time to time, Hattie had never
seen Diane in such an intimate moment. The redhead's cheeks were flushed and sweat
stood out on her forehead, though the room was cool. She wriggled onto the bed and
spread her thighs. Then there was a wet sound as she pushed a finger between the
plump lips of her pussy. Her cunt had more hair on it than Hattie's pale mound, and
the red curls looked wet already.
"Uhhhhh," Diane moaned, rubbing up and down with her middle finger.
Her knuckles were already glossy with her juices and Hattie could smell the female
musk filling the small room. Diane smelled a lot like she did.
"Maybe I'd better go home."
Diane seemed not to hear her. "I wonder what it would be like to have a dog lick you
on the cunt. Haven't you ever wondered that, Hattie?"
Hattie blushed. "No!"
"But you have a dog and you know how he's always smelling around. Dogs do that all
the time." Diane took a shuddery breath. "Surely you've wondered..."
"Of course not! Dogs are supposed to do it with other dogs – not people."
But just saying that had Hattie feeling dizzy again. Her own cunt ached. It was still
sensitive from what the black dog had done to her. She almost wished she could confess
to her best friend exactly what had occurred. But she couldn't.
"Mmmmm, that feels good!"
Diane was rubbing herself slowly now and though Hattie tried not to, she had to look.
Her friend's middle finger was sliding into her body! Between the plump, red-furred
lips of her cunt! So Diane wasn't a virgin. Hattie's mind swirled with guesses and erotic
fantasies.
"Ohhhhh wow!" Diane sighed, her hips rocking as she pushed two fingers between her
cuntlips and let them sink into her pussy as far as she could reach. "I'm sure glad I got
rid of that silly cherry of mine."
"Did you go all the way with somebody?"
Diane laughed. "You know better than that. I haven't had a boyfriend for a year. Or at
least I haven't gone with anybody I'd let do that. I did it myself."
"It didn't hurt?" Hattie gasped.
"Not much. And after it was gone, I really started understanding what sex is all about.
Sometimes I can pretend that my fingers are a guy's cock. Like now, when I push in
and out. I can almost feel how it would really be! Ohhhh... ohhhh shit!"
Hattie's eyes went wide as she watched her big-breasted friend slide three fingers in and
out of her cunt. Under her tight-fitting T-shirt, her nipples had become erect and as
Diane writhed and penetrated herself over and over, Hattie began to squirm, too. She
was remembering all too vividly how the dog had licked between the lips of her cunt,
how he'd caressed her fevered slippery flesh until she'd lost her mind. She'd squirmed
just like Diane was squirming now.
"Oh God... ohhhh God damn it, that's nice!"
Diane's excitement had aroused Hattie and stirred her curiosity. "How does it feel
inside you? I mean, what's it like up there where you push your fingers?"
"Soft and hot and wet," Diane panted, her eyes fluttering as she probed again. "God,
Hattie, it's no wonder that boys are always trying to figure out a way they can get inside
a girl. It must feel wonderful on a guy's cock to be so surrounded by something like
that."
Hattie was panting now, her own little cunt dripping sex-butter. Her panties were stuck
to her mound and she could feel her clit throbbing like it had done when the dog
nuzzled her. At last, able to bear it no longer, she undid the front of her cut-off jeans
and snaked a hand under the clasping nylon of her panties. Her fingers found her moist
cunthole and eased inside. Her clit seemed to have been waiting, and it surged against
her touch.
"Uhhhh!" she moaned, not caring whether Diane knew what she was doing or not.
The soft snick of her drenched cunt as she fingered it sounded nice. And the musky
scent in the room was overwhelming. Hattie breathed it in, wondering if it was that
scent that had made the black dog go crazy. This thought excited her all the more. But
when she tried to think of a good-looking boy she knew, the dog's hot and hungry
mouth filled her thoughts instead.
"You know what I'm thinking?" Diane was panting wildly now. "I'm thinking about
Billy Joe Harlan's cock. I never saw it but I'll bet you it's absolutely huge! I'm
pretending he's got it in me and he's shoving it all around. Ohhhhh God, Hattie, I'm
gonna come pretty soon!"
Hattie tried to think of Billy Joe's cock. But she'd never seen it. Was it slender or fat or
What? The only cock she'd ever seen was the cock that had slipped out of the black
dog's furry sheath. She knew what it looked like. It was glossy and red and awful and
she knew she'd never let anything like that touch her. Yet just imagining the shape and
heat of it made her cunt throb harder. She pressed a finger against her hymen,
remembering what Diane had done to herself.
"It doesn't bother you... not being a virgin any more?" she breathed.
But Diane was too far gone to answer. She was writhing and bucking around on her
bed, her legs thrown wide to reveal every fold and swell of her hot young cunt. Her lips
were curled back from her teeth and her nostrils were flared. The look on her face
could have been easily mistaken for one of agony.
Hattie knew she wasn't hurting, though. She was going to have a climax – just like the
one she'd had less than an hour before.
Hattie watched her friend's fingers slide in and out of her cunt. For a moment she
almost wished she could do that to herself, too, but the desire passed as she fingered her
clit and pumped her slender hips up and down on the edge of the chair she was
sprawled in.
"Ohh... ohhhhh, her it comes! Ohhhhh, it's gonna kill me, Hattie! Yuuhhhh!"
Diane pitched and wiggled and her breathing sounded like she was strangling.
Suddenly she clamped her thighs tight, her fingers inserted all the way into her hole.
She moved her hips less violently now, panting, groaning, falling limp on the bed at
last.
"Are you okay?" Hattie pulled her own damp fingers from her cunt and fumbled with
her shorts.
"Sure... wonderful!"
"Diane, when you feel like it, do you think you could use your grandma's pickup to
take me home?"
"Sure, Hattie, if you're too tired to walk through the woods."
"I'm not too tired. I'm just spooked. There's a big dog out there I never saw before and
he scares me."
"Some people from the city bought the farm next to ours. I'll bet it was their dog."
Diane sniffed her fingers and lifted one eyebrow. "I wonder if boys like that smell. They
must, 'cause they're always trying to get their fingers inside a girl's panties."
"I've never let a boy touch me there, and I never would."
"Oh, I don't know... it might be fun."
Hattie's eyes strayed to the dirty magazine but she quickly looked away. "You'd better
put that up. If your grandmother..."
"Yeah, right." Diane thumbed the pages as she strolled, naked, to her dresser. "Imagine
a girl letting a dog do that to her!"
"She must be perverted," Hattie said quickly.
She swallowed nervously. Why was her cunt still on fire? Why couldn't she forget about
how that black dog's mouth had felt pressing between the swollen lips of her pussy?
"Maybe you'd better take me home now, Diane. I feel kind of weird."


Chapter 3

It was after eight that evening when Hattie heard a dog whining. She'd just put on her
pajamas and brushed her teeth and when she heard the sounds, she padded barefoot
out the back door and called for Bruno.
But it wasn't Bruno she'd heard. In the light of the full moon, she saw a small female
dog wriggling furiously to escape her Doberman's attack. Hattie's knees trembled as she
saw why the bitch couldn't get away. She was impaled on Bruno's thrusting prick.
"Bruno! Bruno... bad dog!"
Bruno didn't seem to even notice her presence. He was too intent on spearing the
female Shepherd. He clutched her body firmly with his front legs and his jaws were
closed tightly on the back of her neck. His rear end hunched powerfully as he drove his
cock deep into the whining Shepherd's cunt. When Hattie saw the shiny shaft pull back
and then slide in again, she clutched her small tits and whimpered.
"Oh God, he's really fucking her!"
The two dogs seemed to be fighting, but Bruno drove the bitch into a corner by the
fence and the shed. His powerful body shuddered as he thrust rapidly. The Shepherd
sagged, giving up the fight now. Within seconds, the spectacle was over. Bruno spurted
his cum with a last flurry of frenzied fucking, and after some difficulty, managed to jerk
his prick free of the other dog's body. He came over to Hattie then and sat down. She
couldn't tear her eyes away as he began to lap at his still-rigid cock.
"You naughty dog," she hissed at him.
But she didn't really think that. It was natural for animals to go at one another, wasn't
it? She knelt and petted his neck. She could smell the heady aroma of his spilled jizz.
And his cock! It looked so long, so sharp. Again she couldn't help but think of
something like that going into a human girl. And when she thought such things, she
had to include herself in the fantasy.
Angry with her own loose thoughts, she stood up and headed quickly towards the
house. The Shepherd bitch was gimping around looking pitiful, and it reminded Hattie
of how she'd felt after that black dog had licked her cunt.
"Come in the house, Bruno! I don't want you bothering her any more tonight."
She closed the door of her bedroom and climbed into bed as Bruno curled comfortably
on the rug and heaved a heavy sigh. Under the silken closeness of her pajama bottoms,
Hattie's cunt was throbbing. It seemed that she could never escape the erotic images
that kept flooding up from her unconscious. And lately her waking life had been
swamped with sex, too. Diane's flagrant admissions had been titillating enough. But
watching her masturbate had made Hattie want to do it more than ever. She tossed
around, trying to get comfortable, trying to get to sleep.
"Stop that licking, Bruno!"
What was wrong with him, anyway? Hattie wondered if the bitch's hole had been too
tight for him. It was silly to become aroused over the fucking of a couple of animals –
but she was.
It was also silly to fight the urge to finger herself. She knew she wouldn't be able to get
any sleep as long as she fretted and tossed. Hattie quietly slipped the bottom of her
pajamas down until they were tangled around her ankles. Then she threw back the
sheet and pulled her knees up so that her feet were flat on the mattress. When she
touched her cunt, she found the feverish flesh swollen open. Her clit was swollen, too,
and she teased the little hood that partly hid it until the sensitive bead was fully
exposed.
"Uhhhh... why is it so nice to touch myself right there?" Hattie wondered aloud. "And
then it makes me so that wherever I touch feels good."
Bruno continued to lick himself noisily, pausing to listen as Hattie began to moan softly
under her breath. She tried to keep everything from her mind but the pulsing, tickling
pleasure. It didn't work. When she opened her eyes she was very aware of Bruno in the
room with her. Another male, and licking his cock. When she closed her eyes, she saw
her dog fucking that poor bitch in heat. She saw the black dog licking her cunt. And
though these fantasies excited her all the more, they disturbed her, too.
"Nhhhuuuhhh... ohhhhh, I'm getting so wet!"
Her knuckles were glistening with her flooding cuntjuice and she could feel a damp
spot on the sheet under her cunt. She began to squirm faster, rocking her hips from
side to side, then plunging up and down against the gouging pleasure her fingers
brought.
"Whhhuuuh... whhhuuuhhh!"
Suddenly Hattie was aware of the quiet between her moans. Bruno had stopped licking
himself. She blinked and peered into the darkness. At that moment he leaped onto the
bed and stood staring down at her naked cunt.
"Bad dog... get down from my bed!"
Bruno hunkered a little but didn't obey. Then he gave a whine and began to lick her
shiny slick fingers.
Hattie couldn't believe it was happening to her twice in one day. She shoved hard at
Bruno's head but he didn't seem bothered. He licked her thigh and when his tongue
slid over her swollen clit, she gasped and tried to close her legs.
Panicked now, she rolled over, coming to her knees quickly. But Bruno gave a funny
growl and she felt his teeth sink into the meat of her ass. The shock frightened her
more than the actual hurt. Her dog hadn't broken the skin – he was simply holding her
still. Then he opened his maw and began to slide his tongue across her asshole and
under her cuntmound.
Hattie was still scared, but the velvety friction sent waves of pleasure through her, and
when she pushed a hand back to shove Bruno away, she found she'd lost the strength
to fight him. The licking was doing strange things to her. And her pajama bottoms were
still tangled around her ankles, restricting her movements. The hot-mouthed Doberman
pressed his muzzle harder against her young, plump pussy-mound. He wet her asshole
and each quivering cheek. He pawed the backs of her thighs and the scratch of his
claws across her flesh made Hattie moan. She let her head drop between her braced
arms. Slowly she hunched her back up as the dog licked wildly at the dripping cunt
juice that flowed from her swollen crevice.
"Ohhhh God! You'd better stop this, Bruno! Be a good doggy and go away!"
But Bruno, it seemed, had no intention of being a good doggy. He was being a wicked
doggy. His mouth was hot and hungry. His black nose lifted the pink lips of her cunt,
parting them so he could lap at her clit.
"Nhooo! Ohhh, stop it, Bruno! Stop it!"
Hattie knew she had to pull her pajamas back up, had to make her dog stop doing
those awful things to her with his tongue. But before she could think, the dog mounted
her. His front legs hugging her waist as he hunched forward. It all happened so quickly,
she couldn't move fast enough to get free. Her ass was drenched with the dog's slippery
spit and as his shiny cock forced its way between her white cheeks, she gave a squeal of
surprise. She jerked forward but her head hit the cornerpost of the bed and for a
moment she was dazed.
It was all the time Bruno needed. With a frenzied lunge, he buried his cock in her ass.
Hattie felt her body open to him, felt his streamlined cocktip penetrate her. She tossed
wildly, trying to turn now. The dog grabbed the nape of her neck in the same way he'd
held that Shepherd bitch a few moments before.
"Ohhh... ohhhhh, stop! Damn you!"
But now that Bruno knew how hot and tight her insides were, he wasn't about to let go.
His teeth dug into her neck hard enough to let her know who was boss as he hunched
to plow his cock deeper into the sweet hole he'd found.
"Uhh... uhhhh... uhhhhh..." Hattie grunted, her eyes half-lidded.
She was still on all fours and the weight of the dog's chest bearing down against her
back felt so strange! The way he hugged her with his paws was also strange, and though
she didn't want to admit it, exciting. But knowing Bruno's cock was being forced deep
into her asshole was a shock she could hardly handle. She whimpered pitifully, her hips
rocking as she tried to keep him from going deeper.
"You're hurting me! Ohhhh, stop it, Bruno!"
The dog didn't miss a single thrust. His body slammed her asscheeks and the stiff shaft
stabbed deeper. Each lunge pushed her head against the bedpost. She felt her arms
giving out. With a sigh, Hattie sank down, but the dog's teeth tightened on the back of
her neck and he pulled her onto all fours again. With another lusty thrust he went in to
the hilt, and she could feel his hot furry balls pressing against her.
Now he fucked faster, his ass shuddering sometimes as he rubbed his rigid spike of
meat in and out of her muscled ass-chute. The friction made little shivers of pleasure
rush through her cunt. It seemed impossible that getting fucked in the ass by a dog
could be exciting. But though Hattie felt disgust and shock, the tingling thrills were
real, too. The inward thrusting of the dog's cock pulled the flesh tight across her
cuntmound. Her clit throbbed almost as hard as if she'd been fingering it.
Hattie was ashamed of this pleasure that was so hard to ignore. She didn't want this
dog to be fucking her asshole. She was trying to escape. If only he wouldn't hold her
neck so tightly in his powerful jaws.
Yet even his teeth made the lobes of her ears tickle, made her breath come faster. What
was happening to her?
Bruno made a rumbling noise in his throat and held his cock deep in her shitter while
shuddering throes went through him. Then he yelped and seemed to be going crazy.
As her ass tightened again on his pulsing prick, Hattie managed to get her neck free.
She tried to turn but found that she was impaled on the dog's cock. With violent lunges
he began to spurt. She could feel the hot flow of cum as his prick went in all the way.
"Ohhhhh!"
Hattie was fighting her own excitement. She didn't want to have her body tingling and
itching like that. She wanted Bruno to leave her alone! But as they fell to his sides, his
front paws still clutched her small waist. His back was humped in a long curve as he
rubbed his prick in and out of her asshole and spilled his hot jizz.
Hattie thought she'd lose her mind if it went on for another second. Weakly she
squirmed away from the dog's wild fucking. As she rolled from the bed, she saw his
cock sticking up from his body. White strings of cock-cream leaped a foot into the air
as he continued to work his haunches.
Droplets spattered across her thighs, but then she was standing up, holding onto a chair
for support as she stared in disbelief at the convulsing dog.
"You're never coming into my room again, Bruno!" she gasped, clutching her hand
under her body to stop the steady drip of his cum.
There were bright lines of the stuff down the insides of both her thighs. The smell of it
was strong too. Her own pet had fucked her in the ass! Tears welled up in her eyes.
How could she stand to think about it?
Hattie grabbed the dog's collar roughly and dragged him toward the door. Though
moments before he'd been in control of the situation, she was no longer afraid. She
thought of punishing him right then and there but knew that if she beat him, he'd howl
and that would awaken her mother.
When Bruno was out of the house, she felt safe again, but a hot bath didn't erase the
memory of what had just happened. Her shithole tingled and she couldn't forget how it
had felt to feel the dog's prick actually inside her body. The natural flow of her
thoughts made her remember that she had another hole down there. And hadn't Bruno
really been trying to get into that one? Of course he had, and it had just happened that
he'd missed.
"Oh God, if he'd broken my cherry I think I would have died!"
Yet Hattie couldn't stop wondering what it would have been like to feel his slender
prickshaft being forced into her pussy. As distasteful as her fantasy was, she played it
back two or three times before stepping from the tub and toweling her skin roughly.
"If I didn't like Bruno so much, I'd get rid of him."
She knew that if her mother ever found out anything about the incident the dog would
probably have to be shot. But it was so unthinkable to imagine her mother finding out.
Who would ever think of Bruno jumping up on her like that and stabbing his cock into
her asshole?
"Maybe it was the smell of my cunt that got him going."
Hattie lay down in her bed, but she knew it wasn't going to be easy to sleep. Disturbing
thoughts raced through her mind. She felt as perverse as the woman in that filthy
magazine that Diane had showed her. Though she hadn't invited Bruno's attack, the
dog had done something awful to her.
And what made it harder to get to sleep was the throbbing of her cunt. She had been
exciting herself when her dog had attacked, but she still hadn't come. And however she
moved, her cunt seemed to throb all the harder.
"I'm not going to touch myself. It'll be my punishment for everything that's happened."
But before midnight came, Hattie couldn't bear the tension any longer. Shaking some
baby oil onto her palm, she bathed her swollen, feverish cunt with the lubrication and
caressed herself to a tantalizingly slow climax.
At two in the morning, she awoke to do it again.


Chapter 4

A week had passed and Diane was over for a visit. It was planned for her to spend the
night with Hattie, and after supper the two of them went to Hattie's room. The
conversation had been touching on sex all afternoon, though Hattie had tried hard to
steer away from any detailed discussion of the subject. But now that they were alone,
Diane's eyes sparkled.
"I've been thinking, Hattie. About those pictures in that book I've got."
"Oh?"
"Yeah. About how dogs do it. Don't you think that humans once did it the very same
way?"
"I don't understand what you mean."
Hattie knew exactly what her friend was getting at, of course. She'd been mounted by
her own Doberman not so many days ago. She could still feel his strong front legs
clutching her waist as he drove his cock into her shitter. She shivered at the memory
and Diane noticed.
"Just thinking about it makes you feel sexy, right?"
"Diane, couldn't we talk about something else?"
"Just think about how it would be to be a dog. A female dog. Getting that stiff slick
thing stabbed into you and feeling the weight on your back."
Diane nodded knowingly. "Yeah, I'll bet humans used to do it the very same way."
Hattie found a book and tried to get interested in the first chapter. But the images of
Bruno's lusty attack replayed themselves in her mind until she tossed the paperback
down with a sigh.
"I don't feel like going to sleep yet," she said.
"Where's Bruno?" Diane wanted to know. "Don't you let him sleep inside any more?"
"No."
Diane looked a little disappointed. Then she smiled again and produced a flattened
cigarette pack from her jeans.
"My grandmother would flip out if she knew I smoked."
"So would my mother."
"I only smoke one or two a day," the redhead murmured, carefully straightening one
well-creased cigarette. "Guess I'd better go outside though, hadn't I?"
Hattie went with her friend. It was pleasantly cool and the moon was just coming up.
From the living room window came the blue-white flicker of the television. Her mother
was watching her favorite program.
Diane seemed lost in thought as she puffed on her cigarette, trying different ways to
hold it and being careful not to inhale too much smoke.
"God, I'm so horny I can hardly stand it!" Diane murmured after a long silence.
"You shouldn't let your thoughts control you."
"But they do. Don't yours?"
Hattie pressed her lips together. "Sometimes."
"Don't you just have to play with yourself sometimes?" Diane whispered, taking
another careful drag on her smoke. "Look! There's Bruno!"
Though Hattie knew Diane liked the sleek Doberman, she wondered why her friend
seemed so eager to see him tonight. The dog, recognizing Diane's smell and voice,
rolled onto his back in the grass by the back door. Diane scratched his chest, then his
belly.
Hattie didn't want to touch him. Her memory was still overloaded with the details of
his erotic attack less than a week before.
"Oh look, Hattie, he's getting a hard-on."
"You shouldn't touch him like that." Hattie tried to look away, couldn't.
"I was just seeing if it really worked. Like the pictures in that magazine."
Diane curled her fingers around the furry sheath. Already a slick pink patch of raw
flesh protruded, and as she gently worked her fingers against the dog's body, the tip
extended and grew fatter before their eyes.
"I'm going in," Hattie announced.
But she didn't move towards the door. She was watching Bruno's back hunch up as he
tried to fuck the clasping fingers that rode gingerly along his prick. Diane was touching
the slick part now, and Hattie saw the shine of the dog's juices on her hand.
"God, that feels far-out! He likes it, Hattie... he really likes it."
"Come in, let's go up to my room again."
Hattie didn't notice that Diane had brought Bruno indoors with her. It wasn't until
she'd closed the door to her bedroom that she heard her pet's collar jingle, and she
looked around. Diane was kneeling close to the Doberman as he stood with his hind
legs braced. She was jacking his cockskin slowly, murmuring softly into his ear all the
while.
Hattie glared angrily at her friend. "Have you lost your mind, Diane?"
Diane bit her lip and gave Hattie an imploring look "Don't tell anybody. I just can't
keep my hands off him."
"Did it ever occur to you that Bruno happens to be a dog?"
"It's how he's put together that fascinates me," she sighed guiltily. "I mean, his cock
must be something like what a boy has, right?"
"I guess so but... but you shouldn't be doing that."
"Touch him, Hattie. Feel how slick it is."
"I know how slick it is... I..."
Blushing suddenly, Hattie went to sit on her bed. Despite her resistance to her friend's
behavior, her cunt was throbbing. And she couldn't control her breathing, either. She
was almost panting as she watched Diane bring her hand forward and back under the
dog's belly.
Bruno whined and licked Diane's knees.
"I'm going to bed," Hattie said, kicking off her sandals and wriggling her jeans down
her hips. Diane stopped fooling with Bruno and stood by the window, idly wiping her
hand with the other one.
"You know, Hattie, I've never been fucked before, and it's starting to drive me crazy. I
wonder what it feels like to have a real cock inside you. Haven't you ever wondered
that?"
"I guess so. Turn out the light, will you?"
In the darkness Hattie heard her friend undress and slip into the bed. She told herself
that as soon as Diane was asleep, she'd put Bruno out. But the day had been a tiring
one and before she knew it she'd drifted off.
It was the noise that awakened her – a wet noise. The noise of something wet being
licked by something even wetter.
Her heart jumped as she came awake in the darkened room. She sensed that Diane was
no longer in bed with her. When she heard her friend moan softly from another part of
the room, she was sure of it.
"Ohhhh, you big, hard doggy," Diane whispered.
Hattie turned her head slowly to the side, careful not to let Diane know she was awake.
The moonlight slanted through the window by the door, softly illuminating one corner
of the room. In the dim reflected light, Hattie could see her best friend. And her heart
jumped again when she saw that Diane had left her nightly hanging on a nearby chair.
She was sitting on the floor with her legs spread. Bruno was licking the red thatch of
her cunthair.
Through her shock, Hattie felt a surge of excitement. Diane really was crazy! And to
watch her enjoying the dog's hot mouth made Hattie feel a little crazy too. Diane
scratched the animal's neck and ears as he lapped and nuzzled her open mound. Hattie
could see his pink tongue disappearing between the plump outer lips, and when he
dragged it across the redhead's clit, Diane's eyes fluttered.
"Ohhhh, you sweet naughty dog," she whispered to him.
Diane got to her feet and pulled on Hattie's robe. Tiptoeing quietly to the door, she
urged Bruno to follow her. It didn't take much urging. The dog's tail was wagging and
he kept trying to nuzzle her cunt again. Hattie could hardly believe it when the door
closed quietly and she was alone in her bedroom.
"Where could she be taking him?" she breathed.
Though she knew she should stay put, Hattie swung her long legs out of bed and went
out into the hall. The back screen had just closed, and she could see Diane leading
Bruno across the back yard to the shed behind the house.
There was a grassy place behind the old out-building, and that was where Hattie found
Diane. She'd flung off the robe and was kneeling beside the brown Doberman, petting
him, cooing softly to him.
Hattie clung to the corner of the building as if she might collapse if she let go. She was
breathing hard as she watched her redheaded friend crawl around in a circle while
Bruno followed her, licking at her cunt and asscheeks. It was the most animalistic thing
Hattie had ever witnessed. Her blood was hot with the spectacle, though she wished she
had the nerve to step forward and bring a halt to the whole sordid affair.
It was too late. Bruno mounted Diane suddenly, his red, wet cock bobbing forward.
Diane cried out as she felt the dog's hard cock brush her cunt mound. Then her back
arched as she thrust her damp pussy out. The inner flesh bloomed hotly against the
sharp tip of the dog's erect prick and at the first touch, Diane jerked away. But she was
panting faster than ever, and when the dog's next thrust shoved the barb into her
velvety folds, she gave a lusty whine and threw her hips around. The dog lunged
quickly, his haunches plunging as he sensed that hot, deep pussy again. But he wasn't
going into Diane's ass – he was penetrating her cunt!
Hattie's eyes went wide and she had to slide a hand down to caress her pajamasheathed mound.
"No! It can't be..." she said under her breath.
But it was. Diane's young pussy was being filled with the Doberman's slender cock. It
was going into her right before Hattie's eyes. She could see the shiny juice leaking
down her friend's inner thighs. She could smell the hot musk of her excitement – or
was it her own hot perfume?
"Ohhhh, fuck me! Ohhhhh God, it's big!"
Diane thrashed her hips wildly. Her big tits hung down from her chest, quivering when
the dog thrust. She had her hands braced wide to support his weight, and Bruno was
hugging her waist with his front legs just as he'd hugged Hattie when he'd ass-fucked
her.
"God," Hattie whispered to herself, "it's going into her so far!"
There was more to the dog's cock than she'd first imagined. It was slender but very
long. When Bruno pulled back, she could see the tip still firmly clasped inside Diane's
cunt. Then he shoved forward, his back curving as he found a deeper, slicker heat with
his swollen barb.
"Nhhhuuuh," Diane grunted, taking everything the dog had to give.
Her clit was a small thick nub that dripped juice. Hattie watched her friend caress it
with two fingers as the dog hunched faster.
"Oh my God, my best friend is getting fucked by my pet!"
Hattie shook her head. Under the nylon of her pajama top her nipples were aching to
be touched. She brushed a hand across them, moaning again as the pleasure rippled
down her belly and into her cunt.
The juicy sound of Bruno's cock sliding in and out of Diane's pussy made Hattie feel
faint. She turned and almost fled the scene. But another squeal from Diane made her
return to the corner of the shed.
The big Doberman was thrusting so hard and fast that Diane could hardly hold him up.
Her arms trembled and her head hung down between them. She was drooling, moaning
pitifully as the dog's prick entered her again and again.
"Gonna come... ohhhhh God... gonna come now!"
From her vantage point, Hattie could actually see the muscles around Diane's cunthole
tighten. She wondered if her friend's cunt was tightening inside, too. Bruno whimpered
as his cock shaft was clasped by the hot, smooth flesh. His ass thrashed as he drove into
the red-fringed opening with convulsive, frenzied movements.
"Ohhhh, it's deep now! So deep... I'm going crazeeee!"
Diane's arms collapsed. She pressed her face into the grass as the dog continued to
spear her naked cunt. He fucked her until a white froth appeared at the edges of her
cuntlips and Hattie could smell the sharp aroma of fresh dog cum.
Then she was running, hurrying back to the house and the safety of her own room.
She lay there in the darkness for what seemed a long time. It was so hard to think
things out at night. She didn't know whether she'd been witness to a disgusting
spectacle or the most exciting few minutes of her life. Maybe both. When she heard
Diane come into the room, she closed her eyes.
Diane got into bed and heaved a sigh. When Hattie looked again, her friend was
smiling. Her body smelled of dog cum and she hadn't bothered to put on her nighty
again.
It wasn't easy to find the nerve to say something, But Hattie had to know.
"Are you okay, Diane?"
Showing no surprise that Hattie was awake, Diane nodded slowly.
"Yeah, I'm just fine. I guess you know what I've been doing."
"Yes." Hattie's heart was in her throat.
"I know it sounds awful, Hattie, but I liked it.!" Diane turned and clasped her hand.
"Don't ever tell a single soul about what I did."
"Even if I wanted to, I couldn't. I wouldn't have the nerve."
Diane turned onto her back again, gazing at the ceiling without really focusing on
anything. "It was just like I thought, Hattie. When there's something in your cunt it
drives you crazy! I just had to feel what it was like. Even if I had to use your dog to get
it done."
"I'm scared of Bruno," Hattie admitted. She wasn't going to admit the rest, though, that
her pet Doberman had rammed his cock into her asshole a few days before he'd fucked
Diane. She turned to look at her redheaded friend. "Would you let him do it again?"
"Now I'm the one who's scared," Diane admitted. "Because I think I would, Hattie. Oh,
God, I think I would let him fuck me again!"
The following morning, things didn't seem quite so upsetting. Hattie jumped out of bed
and took a bath as if to wash away the memories of the night before. But it was her best
friend who really needed the bath.
Diane had slept with the dog cum drying on her body. And in the early hours of the
morning, Hattie had heard her dreaming, moaning something about how good
something felt. Hattie didn't have to guess what that something was.
As Diane ran another tubful of water, Hattie dressed. It was Saturday and her mother
had taken the pickup to town to do some shopping. Hattie made breakfast while Diane
dressed. They ate without saying much, but Hattie could tell that her friend couldn't
stop thinking about what she'd let Bruno do to her.
"At least I can't get knocked up," the redhead blurted suddenly. "It's a hell of a lot
better than letting some guy fool around and shoot baby makin's into your belly."
The thought made a shiver of excitement go through Hattie's cunt. Somehow the idea
of having hot cum spurted into her cunt was incredibly erotic. Again she was thinking
of the frothy stuff dripping from Diane's pussy while Bruno tamped it deep into her
womb.
"Hey, let's go swimming at the pond in the woods today," Diane suggested.
"Sure, it's okay with me." Hattie had a fearful thought about the black dog she'd met in
the woods that day, but she dismissed it. Smiling, she clapped her hands together. "Yes,
let's do go swimming. "
It was a warm day, and by the time they arrived at the woodland pond, Hattie was
sweating and sticky. The water looked like cool glass and she stripped off her shorts and
panties and hung her halter top on a tree branch. She was about to put on the bikini
she'd brought when Diane waded naked into the water.
Shrugging, Hattie left the skimpy swimsuit with her clothes. Her skin tingled as she let
the water rise above her knees, then her hips. Swimming lazily across the pond, she
clung to a half-sunken tree and let the water relax her.
"Doesn't this feel wonderful?" Diane sighed, dog-paddling closer.
Hattie could see her big tits buoyed up in the pond. And seeing Diane naked reminded
her of the fucking she'd gotten the night before. Hattie frowned.
"Are you still upset about what I did with Bruno?" Diane asked.
"Sure. But I guess I'll get used to the idea." Hattie gave her friend a suspicious look.
"You're not ever going to do it again, are you?"
Diane blushed and looked at her hands. "Hell, I don't know, Hattie. I know it's wrong
and all that, but..."
"But what?"
Hattie found the bottom of the pond and stood up. Her tits dripped water and the
tickle of it running over her nipples sent a thrill through her. But she was shocked that
Diane would even consider repeating such a perverted act.
"If you just knew how it felt..."
Diane sighed and rolled over in the water. Her white ass gleamed as the sun hit it. She
swam to the overhanging tree and climbed onto a branch.
Hattie floated to the far edge of the pond. There was a grassy bank, and she waded out.
Diane seemed to be dozing on the big tree she'd stretched out on. Or was she just
daydreaming about fucking Bruno again? Hattie felt a thrill of remembering what her
best friend had done. She padded barefoot past a thicket of reeds and discovered
another patch of wild grass. It felt sexy to stroll around naked in the woods, and she
enjoyed the tickle of the grass on her calves. She wasn't particularly worried about
somebody coming along. This part of the woods was very secluded, and it was quite
some distance from the place where the black dog had appeared that day. But the mere
thought of that incident made her start.
"Maybe I'd better get back to the pond," she said aloud, turning.
There he was, watching her with his yellow eyes. He hadn't barked or snarled or
warned her in any way. And he looked bigger and blacker than ever.
"Nice doggy," Hattie breathed, trying to work her way around the edge of the grassy
clearing.
The dog cut her off. He showed a fang as if to let her know what would happen if she
tried to get away.
By now Hattie was trembling miserably. She was so scared that a trickle of pee leaked
down one thigh and puddled in the long soft grass.
"Leave me alone! Ohhhh God, what am I going to do?"
The black dog was standing before her now. His back came up past her knees, and as
he began to lick the spilled pee from one thigh, a hot wave of fear and excitement went
through her at the same time.
"Nhhhooo!"
When the dog clamped his jaws around her ankle, she felt as if she might faint. But he
didn't bite her hard and he wasn't growling or acting crazy. He just kept the pressure
up and turned his head.
With a whimper, Hattie was forced onto her knees.
The dog circled her, his almond eyes bright and feverish-looking. He licked her tits as
she knelt there. Her nipples were soon covered with his spitty gloss and she could see
them growing, could feel them burning with erotic tension.
The animal sniffed at her sparsely furry pussy-mound then, and she knew he could
smell the musky scent that was dripping from her cunt. He licked her slowly until her
outer lips swelled apart to let the pink flesh bloom. Her clit was part of that bloom, and
the black dog found it and lapped it hungrily.
Clutching her breasts, Hattie moaned low in her throat. Her hands cupped her small
tits, and she felt dizzy and strange.
The big dog jumped up from behind her and his heavy paws caught her shoulders. He
wanted her down on all fours. Whining with fear, Hattie tried crawling forward on her
knees alone. But the dog came with her, pushing with his paws until she fell forward
onto her hands.
"Noooo! Ohhhhh, leave me be!"
She thought frantically of Diane. Her friend was less than a hundred yards away.
Would she be able to hear her if she called?
"Diane!"
No sooner had she yelled than the black dog's jaws closed on her neck hard enough to
make her squeal. When he let her go again, she'd learned her lesson. She wouldn't call
for help again. She began to cry softly, her tears dripping onto the grass, between her
hands.
The dog licked her neck and back. Then he dismounted and she felt his hot tongue
swath her asscheeks. When it slipped under her mound and pressed against her
swollen, throbbing cunt, Hattiestarted panting. The friction was velvet-soft. Each caress
made her nipples swell out from their dark areolas, and her clit was bulging, too,
getting fat and sensitive with each passing stroke of the animal's hot tongue.
"Uhhh... uhhhhh... uhhhhh..." she panted, her long hair hanging down to frame her
face.
Despite her state of shock, she let her back sway downward. Her plump cuntlips were
pushed out so the dog could lick them better. With a growl of excitement he burrowed
his black muzzle into the dripping, musky flesh. Hattie threw her head back and her
blue eyes rolled. Even when he'd eaten her that first time, it hadn't felt like this. But she
had to concentrate on escaping. She couldn't let the pleasure overwhelm her like it was
beginning to do.
Slowly, so as not to make the dog suspicious, she began to crawl forward. She could see
an opening through the reeds and knew that if she could just get far enough to see the
pond, she might be able to run for it.
But the black dog knew what was happening. He sunk his teeth into her calf this time,
and though the needle-sharp teeth stung, another sensation accompanied the keen pain
– her cunt throbbed hotter than before.
She moaned as the powerful animal took another bite of flesh closer to her knees. Then
he bit her thigh, letting her feel his tongue as well as his fangs.
"Oh God in heaven, what's going to happen to me?"
The dog was licking her cunt again, but she knew better than to try to crawl away. He
seemed too smart for her, ahead of her every move. She whined with fear as he swathed
each plump cheek of her firm ass with his spit. Then his paws were suddenly pressing
into the small of her back. He mounted her easily and she felt his tongue lolling across
the tender place between her shoulderblades.
"Oh no!"
Hattie half-turned but didn't try to roll onto her back. The dog's gleaming eyes had
warned her again. She couldn't be sure that he wouldn't go crazy and hurt her. The safe
thing was to keep still and hope that he didn't really know what he was doing. Surely
he wouldn't be able to fInd her virgin hole! Her hymen would hide the spot, and
though her cunt was very, very slick, the dog's cock wouldn't be hard enough to
penetrate her.
Or would it?
The dog's teeth fit around her slender neck and he closed them down just hard enough
for her to feel his power. His chest pressed against her back. His hot belly rubbed her
asscheeks.
Then she felt it – his cock.
It was hotter than anything else and when it bumped against her dripping mound, she
gave a cry of despair.
"Whhhuuuhhh... ohhhhh, don't do it! Don't fuck me, doggy!"
The dog worked his haunches slowly, letting his cocktip slide between her inner lips.
He rubbed back and forth against the smooth, spongy flesh of her pussy, and the
friction was having an exhilarating effect upon Hattie.
As frightened and appalled as she was, she couldn't ignore the tingling pleasure that the
dog's rubbing created. Her clit was being rubbed and she could feel the barbed shape of
his cocktip as it slipped over the glossy finger of super-sensitive girlflesh.
"Uhh... uhhhh God! I can't take this much longer!"
But the black dog wasn't in a hurry. He kept hunching, rubbing her with his hot prick.
His jaws never let go of her neck for a second. She knew she was helpless. He could
hold her there like that for as long as he wanted. His front legs squeezed her waist
harder, and the sensation of being a four-legged animal in a wild forest swept through
Hattie's mind.
"Nhhhuuuhh!" she sighed, feeling the dog pull his haunches back.
His cocktip touched her in a new place, and now she was really frightened. Because the
fat head of the animal's prick was nudging her cherry. There was a hollow place
between her inner cuntlips and the dog had found it without trouble. He growled low
in his throat, keeping his teeth clamped firmly on Hattie's neck.
"No! Ohhhh no!"
Hattie thrashed her ass from side to side, hoping that maybe the dog would lose his
balance or lose interest, but he did neither. He just growled a warning and tightened his
jaws again. Now it hurt enough for her to moan, and she stopped wiggling her hips.
The dog widened his stance, and she could hear his hind paws scratching for a better
footing.
Hattie's mind swirled. She felt dizzy, as if she were falling into a deep, dark well. The
dog knew what he wanted and he was going to take it. There seemed to be no possible
escape. She groaned as he gave a jerk with his ass. His back hunched up as he jerked
again, and now she could feel the pressure of his pricktip stretching her cherry.
"Ohhhhh God, no, no, no!"
The dog's tongue dripped hot saliva on the nape of her neck as he began to thrust
harder. Her hymen stung now from the force of the jabs of the raw, red dog cock. Her
juices were leaking down her thighs as if her body knew that she would need all the
lubrication she could get. Hattie could feel that cocktip pulsing against her tender
membrane – her virginity!
Then the dog gave a yelp and arched his back again. The sting turned sharper and
Hattie's mouth fell open, her eyes pinched shut.
Yes, she could feel it! The streamlined head of the black dog's cock was forcing through
her cherry. The flesh tore, and now blood mingled with the juice that leaked down her
inner thigh.
Another hunching movement of the dog's ass tore her cunt open all the way, and he
growled and buried three inches inside her unsullied cunt. But she was sullied now! She
was losing her virginity to a dog! Hattie felt miserable.
But there was a new and mind-blowing sensation overwhelming her at the same time –
the sensation of having something hot and thick and throbbing shoved inside her cunt.
The spread of her pussymeat around that sleek dog cock made her babble incoherently.
The dog hunched powerfully now, trying to bury the full length of his shaft. And the
sticky, slurpy sound of his fucking her made Hattie's hips jump.
"Ohhhh, it's so big! So hot and hard!"
She was drooling and murmuring half-words of lust as the dog fucked her faster. The
sting she'd felt in the beginning had been smothered by other more exquisite
sensations. Her pink folds were being squashed as the dog's cock speared in and out of
her tight young hole. She began to wriggle, began to rock her hips as the dog's front
paws pulled her ass back each time he thrust forward.
"Nhhhaaaah!" she gasped, unable to stop her wild plunging.
She knew she was still bleeding, but not nearly so much as before. And the hurt had
entirely disappeared. Her cunt squeezed hungrily at the prickmeat that was filling it.
Hattie plunged again, her silken-smooth cuntwalls caressing the dog's hot glans.
Her belly was sucked up under her ribs and her small tits felt heavier than they ever
had before. They swung slowly back and forth as she writhed her hips and plunged her
pussy against the penetrating power of the black dog's hard prick. Looking back under
her body, she could see the dark, furry balls swinging. When the dog hunched her, his
balls bumped her pussy-mound and the touch excited her clit with a continuous
rhythm. Blood was drying on her thighs, but her juices still spilled down. She whined
with lust as she took the dog's last inch. He held it deep and she felt her womb being
touched by the head of his cock.
"Ohhhh, it's so deep! Ohhhhh, what's happening to me?"
Hattie knew what was happening. She was being fucked by the biggest, blackest dog
she'd ever seen. And though she knew it was wrong and wicked, she couldn't quiet her
beating heart and throbbing pussy. The pleasure was there, jolting through her with
every thrust and slow withdrawal of the stiff, slick dog dick.
Her cuntmuscles encircled the dog's long prick tightly, swathing it with her hot juices
as he sunk it deep, deep into the secret depths of her cunt. And when he had it deep
like that, Hattie had to wiggle. She squirmed furiously, rubbing that hot thing, rubbing
her own clit against its own hood. She was going to come.
Oh God, she was going to come!


Chapter 5

Hattie heard Diane calling her. But after a few tries her friend gave up.
And Hattie quickly forgot that Diane even existed, because the reality of the black dog's
cock was too overwhelming! It was taking her for a long, hot ride. It was stroking
pleasures from her body-pleasures she'd never dreamed of.
He was getting harder. She could feel his cocktip pressing against the deepest part of
her cunt. And the base of his shaft stretched the muscles around her hole. Her flesh
tingled with pulsing thrills. She was only a few seconds away from a climax. And when
the dog sensed her excitement, he began to lunge at her in a frenzy of peaking lust.
"Ohhh... ohhhhh my God!"
Hattie's ass began to dance as her itchy cuntlips grew even fatter with blood. She could
feel everything – everything! Though she'd longed to touch her own clit before, she
thought that she couldn't take such a direct rubbing now. The mere stretching of her
flesh along the length of her pussy-slit was more than enough to send radiant pleasure
through every nerve and muscle. She babbled half-words of passion again as her beating
heart joined the raging tempest that throbbed inside her belly. Her cunt embraced the
dog's prick firmly, closing down as her first spasm neared.
She screamed, her eyes out of focus now, her breathing wild and ragged. The rutting
ecstasy was almost too much for her to take. Fluttery, fevered thrills swamped her flesh.
Her arms trembled as she fought to hold up her weight and the weight of the dog.
And then the dog's tight hold of her neck lightened. He growled with the excitement
her body was transmitting. And she knew now that her cunt was squeezing him in a
rhythmic, erotic way. Hot spurts of cream suddenly burst against the opening of her
womb. Deep inside her she could feel the creamy bath. In a few seconds the stringy
slickness of dog jism was leaking from the convulsing circle of muscles where her
young pussy squeezed around the base of the black dog's cock.
"Ohhh... uhhhhh!"
She had no control of her body now. Her hips danced and plunged as if a hive of bees
had alighted upon her. The puffy lips of her cunt were smeared with the white gloss of
dog cum, and she could smell the sharp aroma mingling with her own youthful musk.
The dog's front legs squeezed her small waist tightly as he hunched. His slickened spear
of cockmeat went into her all the way to the hilt each time he lunged. And he was
lunging fast and hard, his belly beating against her uplifted asscheeks.
Hattie gave another squeal as his spearing cock touched her womb. Then she crumpled
forward onto her belly and tits. The big dog went down with her, his barb still firmly
imbedded in her adolescent pussy.
Hattie didn't know how long she lay there. She was dimly aware of the dog's heaving
chest on her back and his soft licking tongue caressing the back of her neck. Then his
cock was freed by her tight hole and he jerked it out. When she found the strength to
roll onto her side, the almond-eyed beast was sitting a few yards away, licking the spent
cum from his cock and balls. Her own cunt was sticky with the stuff. She managed to
sit up, looking down at the crusted blood at the edges of her cuntlips. Her fluffy pussy
curls were matted down now, clinging in cummy curlicues. And she hurt! Now that the
intense pleasure had passed, she didn't know whether she would even be able to walk.
But when she looked at the black dog again, she realized she wasn't frightened of him
any more. She fought with her emotions. He was a hateful, wicked animal to do what
he'd done. But she felt something else, too – something vague but strangely warm.
She shook the feeling away. How could any human girl feel affection for a brute – a
brute who had just deflowered her in the weeds?
Somehow she was on her feet, limping, holding her aching cunt. She began to bleed
again as she walked, but the warm trickle didn't bother her. She was worried that the
black dog might follow and drag her down again. But he didn't. After a few dozen yards
she was out of sight of him. With the reeds hiding her escape, Hattie began to run.
"Diane! Diane, help me!"
Diane looked up from here she was putting on her clothes. Her eyes reflected her
surprise at Hattie's disheveled state. When Hattie sagged against her and began to sob
uncontrollably, Diane touched the teeth marks the dog had left on her neck.
"What happened?"
"A dog! He raped me!"
"A dog?" Diane looked toward the reeds. She made Hattie sit down then but it hurt too
much and she wasn't comfortable until she was stretched out on the ground. Diane's
eyes widened as she scanned the damage. "Oh, you poor baby, you have been hurt. But
a dog?"
"I know it sounds crazy."
"Not so crazy," Diane said with a smile.
"Ohhh, I want to go home!"
Hattie began to cry harder. Diane helped her wash off and dress and they walked slowly
down the path together. Hattie couldn't bear to go back to her own house until she got
control of her emotions, so Diane agreed to hide her for a while at her place.
But even a hot bath and a water glass of Granny's whiskey didn't calm her much.
Whenever she closed her eyes she could see that black dog. She could see his sharp
fangs digging into her neck. She began to weep again. Diane hugged her shoulders.
"That's okay, just let it all out."
"What if it happened to you?"
"It did, Hattie. Not quite like it happened to you, but I know how it feels to have a
dog's cock inside me." Diane smiled again, her eyes dreamy. "Just remember, you don't
have to be afraid of getting pregnant."
That night Hattie dreamed of having babies. The babies came out of her body with
furry legs and half-human, half-canine features. They barked as they nursed her
immature breasts. Then they bit her nipples and the dream-pain made her come awake
with a cry.
By morning she felt somewhat better but she wished she had some more of Diane's
grandmother's whiskey. Hattie's mother never kept alcohol around the place.
In a warm bath, Hattie examined her ravished cunt. Now that the blood and cum were
washed off, it didn't look nearly so bad. She could see the tear in her hymen and
already the useless tissue was beginning to atrophy. Gingerly she held her cunthole
open and inserted a finger into the pink velvety flesh inside her body. It had to be the
softest, most luxurious surface she'd ever touched. No wonder the male animal – dog
or human – liked to penetrate a female's cunt! The thought of that black dog's prick
rubbing up her slick hole made her shiver with passion.
"I can't let myself get excited by thoughts like those," she swore. "I'll end up like Diane
if I don't watch out."
That day passed and Hattie found that she'd retained her sanity. Another day passed
and the shock wasn't bothering her as much. By the end of the week, her cunt didn't
sting any more.
Something else had happened, too. Her dreams at night had taken vivid detail. She
dreamed in color and sometimes thought she could even smell the things that were
happening to her. Dogs – she dreamed of dogs. She even dreamed of Bruno. The dogs
in her dreams licked her and fucked her and kept her in a cave where she had to
perform a variety of slave-like duties. Most of the duties were shockingly erotic.
Now her waking fears haunted her more than ever. When Diane came over one
afternoon and hinted that she'd like to be alone with Bruno in Hattie's bedroom for a
while, Hattie flew off the handle.
"No! I'm trying to clear my mind of all this stuff that's happened. If you start fooling
around with Bruno again, I think I'll lose my mind."
Bruno had come up to Diane and was licking her hand. "See how much he misses me?"
the redhead said. "He's probably as horny as I am."
"You actually want to let him fuck you again?"
"I don't know, Hattie, maybe if he'd just lick me that would be enough."
"You make me sick!"
Diane looked hurt. She started to say something else, stopped, then turned away. Hattie
wanted to call after her but didn't. She watched her friend's red head bob down the
path behind her house and disappear into the woods.
Her fantasies took over again. She imagined Diane finding the black dog by the pond
and stripping so the animal could have at her.
"Oh damn it, I can't get these naughty things out of my mind." It was true – the
harder she tried, the more erotic and wicked her fantasies became.
Determined to cool her fevered body down some, Hattie went up to her room to run a
bath. She made the water cool – too cool for comfort. The shock of lowering her naked
body into the tub erased her sultry imaginings for a while, but when she stepped out
and wrapped a towel around her slender body, the thoughts were there again.
"Maybe if I finger myself..."
She went to her bedroom, listening to see if her mother had returned from work yet.
No, she had an hour to play. She found her baby oil, then stretched out on her back
with her ass on the edge of the bed, heels hooked over the edge of the mattress. Slowly,
teasingly she lubricated the full length of her firm young cunt. Yes, it was going to be
nice. She'd try to think of boys instead of dogs. She'd pretend that she was getting
fucked by Farley Jackson, the high school football hero.
But in the middle of her probings and touchings, Farley's white cock turned into a red
dog-shaped prick. The football hero's balls were suddenly covered with black fur.
Angry with herself, Hattie got up from the bed. She had to deny herself pleasure now as
punishment for letting her imagination slip into perversion.
But the sound of a collar jingling made her scream. Bruno padded into the room.
"I thought Diane put you out when she left!"
The dog leaped onto the bed playfully, and when his paws hit her shoulders, his
forward motion sent Hattie stumbling backwards. Her calves hit the bed and she fell
onto her back. In a flash the dog was thrusting his body against her naked cunt. With
her hips hanging off the edge of the mattress again, she couldn't seem to turn herself
away. The dog's hot tongue covered her tits with affectionate licks. Her nipples
exploded out as she squirmed weakly under the Doberman's weight. His hind paws
scratched loudly against the rug as he pressed his belly at her mound.
Then she felt the stiffness, the heat!
"No!"
It was too late. Sensing that his mistress was open to his lust, the dog's cocktip slipped
easily between her well-oiled cuntlips. With another quick jab, he had her!
The skewering sensation made Hattie's eyes flutter. She had raised her fists to beat back
her powerful pet but now they fell limply by her sides. The Doberman lapped her neck
and face, fucking deeper.
"Ghhaaaa nnaaahhh noooo!" His cock wasn't as thick as the black dog's was but it was
very hard, very slender. Hattie remembered how it had felt going into her ass. Now it
was her cunt that was being penetrated, and despite her shock and guilt, she couldn't
fight the need for release. Her titillated body had been ready for this. She'd worked
herself up with her own fingers and now the Doberman's red cock was going to take
her on to an orgasm.
Hating herself, loving the dog's plunging cock against her cunt, Hattie hugged his
warm brown body. Her long fingers dug into his fur. She whimpered and plunged her
ass up and down on the edge of the bed.
"Ohhh yes! Ohhhhh, Bruno! Ohhhh, fuck me good!"
The dog fucked her until she couldn't see straight. He plunged and raped and stabbed
his slick cock so far into her pussy that she had to squeal. The thrilling itch built
quickly. There was no way possible for her to stem the flow of her passion. She lifted
her long legs, locked them over the Doberman's back and hunched furiously as he
yipped excitedly against her neck and breasts.
"There... ohhhh, right there!"
Hattie's emotions wound up on a quivering spiral of hot thrills. She knew what she was
doing but didn't care any more. She could see herself on the bed, hunching wildly,
licking the dog's mouth when he smeared his tongue across her face. She could feel her
pussy squeezing his cock. She could feel his balls bumping her asscheeks. Their hearts
pounded as if one, and then she screamed again and came.
As the devastating convulsions swept through her willowy body, Hattie bit down on
Bruno's shoulder. He yipped and bit her back. His ass moved in a flurry of thrusts and
jabs and the slick sound of her cunthole being filled and emptied grew louder.
"Yuuuhhhh!"
A shudder went through the Doberman's back. He hunched harder, his tongue lolling
warmly against one of her heaving tits. She felt the hot rushof cum spattering against
her clasping cuntwalls. She consciously tightened her sphincter and felt the dog spasm
in her embrace.
"I don't care any more!" she screamed, her features slack with the exquisite pleasure of
her climax. "I just want to fuck!"
With a final tremble, the big dog gave her his last spurt and collapsed against her belly
and tits. She was still coming, her hips moving in a quivering, circular motion. Then
her throbbing clit began to subside, and she was sobbing gratefully into her pet's warm
fur.


Chapter 6

For days Hattie reeled under the shock of knowing she'd let something awful happen to
her. When her sleek Doberman had finally shoved his cock into her young body that
night, she'd enjoyed it! And though she'd kept him tied up outside ever since, she
couldn't forget how his slick hot prick had felt entering her, stabbing her rhythmically
until she had had a wild climax.
It was so new, so overwhelming to her that she could think of little else. And her cunt
seemed to be throbbing every hour of the day. The hot dog flesh that had touched and
probed her so deeply had changed her inside. It was as if her secret depths had become
sensitized by the boiling cream. She tried to stay away from Bruno except to feed him
in the morning.
But her mother was curious.
"Was he a bad dog?" she asked Hattie one morning toward the end of the week.
"I... I was afraid he was going to get after the chickens."
"He's never done that before, Hattie. It seems a little harsh to keep the poor animal tied
up all day."
"I want to teach him a little discipline."
Hattie mumbled something else about letting a dog get away with too much and
wandered away from the conversation. But now she was haunted with the possibility
that. Her mother suspected something awful.
And something else was on her mind – why hadn't Diane called or come over? It
wasn't like her best friend to go more than a day or so without some sort of a contact.
On Friday, she decided to visit Diane, herself. But she wasn't going to walk thorough
those woods without taking precautions.
As she wound through the trees, she could hear Bruno yelping from the house. It was
as if he knew what pleasure he could get from her now and was begging for Hattie to
let him have it. Down the trail a bit she found a heavy stick which was just about the
right size to use as a club. And she'd slipped an old hunting knife into her belt without
her mother knowing.
"I'm not going to end up on my hands and knees every time I run into that damned
black dog," she breathed, her heart pounding just to think of it.
The woods were cool and she hurried along the path, not wanting to linger. But she
made it to the pond and there was still no sign of that dog. When she was in sight of
Diane's house, she tossed the stick aside, remembering where she left it in case she
needed it for the walk back.
Diane's grandmother was rocking on the front porch when she came up.
"Oh, hello, Hattie. I suppose you're looking for Diane. Well I haven't seen much of her
lately. She seems to be gone from the house as soon as she gets the chores done. It's not
healthy of a young girl to spend so much time by herself. I'm starting to worry about
her."
"I'll look around the place," Hattie said, her hand touching the knife at her belt.
There was no sign of her redheaded friend out back of the house, and Hattie was about
to give up when she remembered the run-down old barn that was on the property next
door. No one used it, and she'd heard Diane say that she occasionally spent time there
when she needed to be alone.
Hattie was still a good distance away from the paintless building when she heard
Diane's voice. She had found her friend, but she was afraid of what else she might have
found, too.
The front doors were locked from inside. Hattie's fingers trembled as she touched the
ladder that leaned against the open loft. She went quietly, stepping into the straw and
making her way toward the opening that led down to the ground floor of the old barn.
But she stopped before she put a foot on the first rung of the ladder. Instead, she got
onto her belly and peeked through the hole.
The only light below was the sun streaming through chinks in the weather-worn walls
of the barn. That was all the light she needed to see what was happening. And when
her eyes locked on the big black dog, she sucked in a breath and her fingers tightened
on the handle of the hunting knife she'd brought. She eased it from her belt and
squeezed the bone handle as she watched.
Diane was naked. She was crawling around on her hands and knees and whining like a
bitch in heat. The black dog was chained to a post and Hattie could see that her friend
had been feeding him, keeping him there in the old barn for some days. She knew why,
of course, and the realization sent chills up her spine.
"Ohhhh, good doggy," Diane panted, licking the big brute's ear.
The dog circled, her as far as the chain allowed. His pink tongue wet Diane's ass. She
wiggled it, moaning for more. The black dog obliged. He wet her asscrack and pulled
his hot tongue along the swollen surfaces of her cuntmound. The red curls were
plastered back away from the dripping soft flesh of her cuntlips. Her pussy was like a
shiny wet flower that had bloomed for the dog's pleasure.
And Hattie could see his pleasure now! It was about seven inches long, bright red in
color and dripping with lubrication. It was the same pleasure that had broken her
cherry. She squeezed the handle of the knife. In her mind, a confusion of lust and hate
and fear swirled. It was the black dog's fault! He'd ruined her, and now he's made a sex
slave of her best friend, Diane. Hattie didn't think about the chain on the animal's neck
or that Diane had brought him to the barn and imprisoned him.
"I've got to end all this," she breathed.
But even as she said it, her cunt tightened. What she saw shocked her so badly that she
forgot all about the knife she grasped so tightly. Diane had rolled the black dog onto
his back and was playing with his big cock with both hands. As Hattie stared from
above, she saw her friend's head drop. There was a wet sound as Diane pulled the dog's
cock into her mouth and began to suck on it hungrily. The beast flopped around on the
ground, his hind paws working frantically as the girl's soft mouth caressed and rubbed
his prick.
"I don't believe it," Hattie moaned under her breath.
Now she was rubbing her cunt against the hard boards under her. She was shocked
more than she'd ever been shocked in her life, but she couldn't put her feelings into
action. She could only watch as Diane's head bobbed gently. The slurpy wet sound of
the animal's prick being nursed by the redhead's soft mouth made Hattie sigh and
pump her ass up and down.
When Diane pulled her lips away, the dog's cock looked even bigger than before. The
barb at the tip was so swollen that Hattie wondered how something like that had ever
fit into her cunt. But she remembered that that had happened just moments before the
animal had come inside her own pussy. That was what kept his prick caught inside a
female; that was how he made certain his hot cum went where it was supposed to.
"Ohhhh, I'm ready for you now, Blacky!"
Diane straddled the dog, keeping him on his back as she held his cock with one hand
and scratched his neck with the other. She was on her knees, lowering her dripping
bloom of cuntflesh towards that huge knob. When the swollen part brushed her
cuntlips; she tossed her head, her red hair splashing across her naked back.
To watch that dark red glans opening her friend's velvety pussy was nearly too much to
stand. Hattie shoved a hand into her own panties and probed her clit and pussy-crack
as Diane squirmed furiously against the spongy-firm shape. The slurpy sound grew
louder. Then there was a moment of silence as the redhead bit her lower lip and forced
her body back against the throbbing cock.
It went into her suddenly, her youthful hole constricting the tip as it slid out of sight.
The expression on Diane's face changed radically now. Her eyes were half-lidded and
her mouth hung open. She began to roll her ass slowly from side to side as she pressed
back. Both hands were braced in front of her, and the dog wallowed around excitedly as
Diane's hot young pussy-hole surrounded him inch by inch.
"Ohhh, that's wonderful! Ohhhhh, I love it... I love it... I love it!"
The dog began to pump. Even on his back he looked powerful. His cock stabbed
inward as Diane squirmed down upon it, her chin glossy with her own saliva as the
pleasure surged through her. She was fucking the dog this time, and the lust she
exhibited made Hattie's head spin. Her best friend had turned into some kind of dog
girl!
Hattie felt a renewed desire to end all this perversion. As excited as she was from
watching, she still grasped the knife and swore that the black dog had to be removed.
Maybe she'd even have to kill her own pet! But no, the thought of that was too
upsetting. She began to whimper miserably as she watched her redheaded friend writhe
and wiggle atop the black beast's body.
"What'll I do?" Hattie cried, digging a finger yet deeper into her own twat.
She was fingerfucking herself now, sliding deep into the velvety hot hole that the black
dog had opened in her and that her own Doberman had probed.
Below her on the floor of the barn, Diane was bucking wildly over the animal she held
with both arms. His tongue washed across her heavy tits, arousing the nipples and
making them glisten. Diane plunged her ass up and down and Hattie could see the full
length of the dog's red prick slide in and out.
"Uhhh... uhhhh... I'm gonna c-c-come!"
Panting harder than ever, Diane let the dog lick her mouth. She was moving
convulsively, as if she didn't even care if anyone were watching or not. And her pussy
lips seemed to tighten down on the glistening shaft of hot meat. Her cunt was
squeezing, sucking at the stiff probe that was gouging pure pleasure from her. The
dog's black balls were shiny wet from the redhead's cuntjuice. And his thrusting
movements were shaky and excited. His tail was curled from the tension he was
experiencing, and he hugged Diane's chest with his strong front legs.
"Nhhhooo!" Hattie gasped, wishing she had never come to visit her friend at all.
But now that she was here, she couldn't look away. She began to slide her shorts off,
never taking her eyes from the spectacle below for a single second. Then she skinned
her panties down. Wrapping the knife blade with a handkerchief, she held it there and
began to rub the bone handle up and down her cunt-crevice.
As Diane fucked herself silly on the black dog's big prick, Hattie forced the knife
handle into her hungry, feverish hole. Her muscles closed down tightly on the smooth
hard shape as if it were a real cock. Gently she skewered herself on the knife handle,
forcing it into her until she felt the hilt. In and out she ran the bone handle, slowly at
first, then faster as she watched Diane moving in a hurried frenzy of excitement over
the black dog's cock.
Fighting against the perversity that filled her mind, Hattie watched the dog jerk,
watched the white froth drip from the edges of Diane's cunt. She watched her friend go
crazy, her ass wiggling and pumping until she stiffened her arms, threw back her head
and squealed as the thrilling tension jolted through her. Her back was sharply arched,
her breasts thrust out form her chest as she panted out her pleasure. The dog was
lunging from where he lay on his back. His stiff cock sunk deep in the juicy heat of
Diane's cunt.
Hattie could watch no longer. She had her own body to deal with. Because the stiffness
of the knife handle was too much like that of a dog's cock. She was on her back, her
long legs spread out from her body. Looking down across her belly she could see the
way her hips moved. She didn't even think about moving herself – it all just happened.
With both hands she pushed the knife handle inside her cunt and felt her hole close
down on it.
Then she was coming, her clit throbbing with the keen pleasure she'd felt before. But it
wasn't as good as the real thing. The hot, spongy meat of an animal's cock was
incredibly erotic. She could almost forgive her best friend for doing what she'd just
done with the black dog.
"Ohhhh... ohhhh yessss! Ohhhhh, come!"
It was as if she were telling the knife handle to shoot her full of hot cream. But it was
only her juices that wet her fingertips. And when the knife had done its work and
Hattie eased it from her tingling pussy, she knew that would never satisfy her.
Below, Diane and the black dog lay entangled in the dust. A string of white dog jizz
dangled from the tip of his cock, wetting the inside of Diane's leg where it rested. She
sighed, a smile on her pretty face.
Hattie wondered what she must be thinking. She tried to pick up the hunting knife
again but the handle was so smeared with her youthful juices that she could hardly
grasp it. She used her handkerchief to wipe the bone clean. But did she really have the
nerve to use that awful weapon on the black beast who'd fucked both Diane and her
until they were half out of their minds? Did she even want to hurt him?
"Ohhh, I wish I knew what to do."
Hattie heard a noise then and the barn door opened as Diane let herself out. Then only
the light through the chinks again, illuminating the black dog as he panted on his side.
Naked from the waist down, Hattie realized that she had only complicated her own
feelings. She'd masturbated while it had happened. And now she was making no move
towards dressing herself. The revenge she'd planned was all but forgotten now.
"Why am I staying here?"
But she stayed. She watched the black dog for nearly half an hour. Only then did she
swing one leg through the opening, find a rung of the ladder with her bare foot and
descend into the dimly-lit barn. The dog rose and strained suddenly against his chain.
His tongue was pink and his eyes seemed to glow with a light of their own.
Hattie still wore her T-shirt, but that was all. Her cunt was already throbbing, almost as
if she hadn't had a climax within the last half-hour. And the dog recognized her – or
was it her smell?
"I should despise you. Maybe I do."
The dog tilted his head at her words. She came cautiously forward. The knife was still
grasped loosely in her fingers. Maybe she'd hoped that she would find the courage to
execute the beast for the naughty things he'd done to her and Diane. But when the
animal lunged against his chain again, his mouth came close enough to her for him to
lap his hot tongue under her dripping cuntmound. She felt her pussy-lips being
smeared with his hot spit. Her hand trembled, her fingers uncurling.
The knife clattered to the floor.
"Damn you!" she gasped, dropping to her knees, to her hands.
She turned, knowing that she couldn't blame anyone now – except perhaps herself. The
dog made his chain snap tightly as he pawed her asscheeks. Cursing herself and her
insatiable lust, Hattie backed up. The dog's chest was touching her ass now. She backed
up more. His paws were draped over each side of her waist and he hunched in a frenzy
as he smelled the pussy-juice on her body.
"Uhhhh..." she moaned as his cocktip rubbed her cunt open.
She arched her back and lifted her hot pussy-mound to his lust. His stiff prick parted
her, entered her. She felt his glans delve wonderfully into her throbbing, dripping
pussy.
"Yes! Ohhhh damn you, yessss!"
Hunching and yelping, the black dog speared her to the hilt. She backed up only
enough to let him do that , no more. His teeth nipped gingerly at the nape of her neck.
She felt his dripping saliva and shivered under the blast of his panting breath. He
squeezed her waist furiously with his powerful legs, thrusting until his balls swung
forward against her mound.
"Nhhhuhhh," Hattie whimpered, already coming. "Ohhhh shit, that's g-g-good!"
The dog finished quickly, his squirming haunches almost exciting Hattie to a second
hot climax. She fell away from the thick spear of his prick. In the darkness she fumbled
for the chain and found it. She followed it to the post and was relieved to discover that
the links were joined with only a strand of bailing wire.
When she'd retrieved her clothing and dressed, Hattie scanned the field behind the barn
then let herself out. The black dog followed docilely, the chain clinking at his collar as
she urged him on. They made it to the trees and Hattie circled Diane's house until she
came upon the woodland trail again.
"I have to do this before I lose my willpower again," she told herself.
She began to run, pulling the dog along behind her. He seemed eager to follow
wherever she wanted. Hattie just prayed that she wouldn't be overcome by lust again
and forget her little plan.
"It won't be much farther," she told him.
In her mind she could still see the dog slamming against Diane's redhaired cunt. She
could see his spear-like prick going into her friend deeply. Then her thoughts were
filled with her own experiences – the rape by the black dog, her own Doberman's
hungry attacks and finally this! Her willing surrender to the animal's lust! It had to stop
somewhere! At least, she had to try and stop it.
"Not much farther now," she told the black dog.
Blacky – wasn't that what Diane was calling him? He was more like the devil. But then
there was some of the devil in her own heart, too, Hattie remembered.
She took another path, one that wound uphill from the pond. She would see the house
soon, the house that had recently been sold to the new people Diane had mentioned –
the people that owned the black dog. She'd tell them that their dog was making trouble
on the neighboring farms. She'd ask them to keep him penned or tied. She'd make
certain the beast wouldn't be on the loose again. Because if he was, Hattie knew that
she wouldn't be able to stop him from doing awful things to her.
Already she felt her cunt tingle. Already she felt the hunger gnawing at her insides. Yes,
if she didn't hurry, she'd never be able to go through with it. Even as she ran faster, she
had an overwhelming desire to strip off her clothes and grovel in the dirt with the dog
she pulled along behind her.
"Oh, hurry, damn you, hurry!"


Chapter 7

"Please sit down, dear," the tall woman said to Hattie. She'd already taken the chain
from her hand and commanded her black dog to sit and stay. The patio, the fresh cut
grass, the statuary and goldfish pond made Hattie feel as if she'd stepped into a movie
set. "Would you like something to drink? I can't tell you haw much I appreciate you
bringing the Devil home."
"The Devil?" Hattie gasped.
"Oh, we call him that for fun. He's really a very affectionate dog, as you must know."
Hattie blushed, hoping that the woman didn't suspect just how affectionate the dog
actually was.
A short, overly plump girl of about Hattie's age appeared at the edge of a flower garden.
She gave the black dog called Devil a long look before her gray eyes skittered up to
Hattie. Then she smiled. It was a teasing, knowing smile. Hattie bit her lip. The tall
woman smiled.
"Nora, go get this young lady a bottle of pop. Did you say your name was Hattie?"
"Yes, ma'am." When Hattie looked up again, the plump girl was gone. She was still
wondering about that strange look Nora had given her. "Is that your daughter?" she
said, trying to make conversation.
"Yes, that's right. Nora is wonderful with the animals. But you seem to have a way with
animals, yourself. And that leads me to my next question..."
"Beg your pardon?"
"You see, Nora and I are planning a short vacation. There's just the two of us and the
dogs. Of course, we can't take them all along."
"The dogs?"
"We have three more. A Great Dane, a Greyhound and an Irish Setter. Nora wants to
take Red, our Setter, but that will leave the other animals without anyone to watch over
them. You said you lived not too far away from here?"
Hattie was trying to think of how to wriggle out of her predicament when Nora
reappeared with a couple of bottles of pop. She handed one to Hattie and lifted the
other bottle to her own lips. Her eyes never left Hattie's face for a second.
Hattie managed somehow to take a swallow of her drink without choking.
"By the way," the tall woman said, "I'm Madge Wainwright, and of course you've met
my daughter. But getting back to the problem, if you'd agree to feed and care for our
dogs while we're away next week, I'd make it well worth your time. I'd feel better
knowing that they were being watched by someone who lived around here."
"I... I don't know..."
Hattie rubbed a palm on her thigh and looked around her as if searching for a way out.
Nora's smile twisted a little. She ran her small pink tongue across her lips and Hattie
couldn't help but shiver.
"I could call your parents if you'd like. Just to let them know everything is arranged."
"There's... only... my mother," Hattie stammered.
The coke was getting warm in her hand. And that damn Nora was still smiling.
"Well, why don't you let Nora show you the kennels, and then you can make up your
mind."
Madge Wainwright rose and made a movement like she was brushing crumbs from her
lap. Nora started from the patio, looking over her shoulder for Hattie to follow. As soon
as they rounded the corner of the big house, Nora's look became even more intimate.
"So you like dogs?"
"I have one, that's all. I don't particularly flip out over them."
But the plump girl's expression showed that she was reading things into what Hattie
had said.
"The kennels are just around here."
They went down a bricked path edged by tall shrubbery. Hattie's palms were sweaty
and her cunt had begun to tingle. She could almost smell the lurking animals. But they
weren't lurking – it was her imagination working overtime. Nora was walking a little
ahead of her now. She watched the girl's plush, round ass moving inside her shorts.
The back of her top was cut low enough so that Hattie could see a red mark on one of
her shoulders. Then her heart jumped as she realized that the mark was curved and
there were little red places, little dots such as a dog's mouth would make.
"Where did you find Devil?" Nora asked, stopping by the first locked gate.
"Oh, he was just hanging around."
"I'll bet."
Nora's short nose twitched, her nostrils flaring. Inside the fenced dog run, Hattie saw
the black dog whose name was Devil. Then another dog came into view and she nearly
fainted. She clung to the cyclone fence, her eyes going wide with wonder and fright.
The Great Dane looked as big as a Shetland pony. And Nora was opening the gate!
"Come here, Sandy," she cooed, kneeling. The Great Dane put one great paw on the
girl's thigh and whined. He seemed gentle as a lamb. But Nora ran her hand back
under his chest and he rumbled as if there were a great storm brooding inside him.
"Sandy is just about my favorite," Nora went on. 'But you've got to be careful with him.
He doesn't know his own strength."
"What do you mean, be careful?" Hattie took a slow step back.
Nora looked right at her. "You know what I mean. You've been around Devil, haven't
you?"
"So what?" Hattie said quickly.
Nora pointed to the back of Hattie's thigh. Hattie hadn't even noticed the red mark
there. But now that she saw it, her cheeks flushed. It was a horseshoe pattern, exactly
like the bite mark on Nora's shoulder.
"You don't have to play dumb with me," Nora said, her eyes slitting. "He's done it to
you, hasn't he?"
Hattie dropped her lashes and took a long, deep breath. She let it out finally and looked
at Nora again.
"Yes."
"He fucked you, didn't he?"
"Yes. He fucked me."
She was trembling, hardly believing that she'd confessed her most secret sins to this
short, plump girl with the gray eyes.
"It's nothing to be ashamed of. I've been doing it with Devil since I was twelve."
"You h-h-have?"
"Sure. He got in my bed one morning and my mother was gone and we started
wrestling and playing around and things got rougher until..." Nora sighed. "See, I'd
taken off my pajamas to kind of look at myself and when Devil's cock came out and
rubbed me there, it just seemed natural to keep rubbing."
"You were twelve?"
"Didn't hardly have any tits, either. It scared me when he bit me. And it scared me even
worse when his thing went in a little." Nora was petting the Great Dane's belly slowly,
her fingers creeping towards the huge sheath that hid his cock. "We didn't have Sandy
yet. Thank God. But Devil was more than I could handle. I knew my cherry had been
torn a little and for a month I didn't go near any of the dogs. Then one morning he
came in my bedroom again and my mother was gone again and I had my pajama
bottoms off again..." Nora grinned broadly, her cheeks dimpling. "After that, I couldn't
seem to get enough. That's the way it is with dogs. After a few times, you can't get
enough."
"I'm not going to take this job your mother offered."
"Oh, don't worry, she doesn't suspect a thing. If she knew that her darling little
daughter was out fucking the pets at night, she'd probably die on the spot."
"I'm still not going to take the job. I don't want to do these things."
"Why are you trembling then? And why are you staring at Sandy's cock? Would you
like to feel it inside you?"
"No!"
Hattie turned as if to leave. But her eyes were caught on the huge red spear that was
slowly sliding from the Great Dane's sheath. It was larger than the cock of her
Doberman. Even larger than Devil's raw, red prick. And it dripped its juices, making
dark spots on the concrete. The tawny dog panted with his tongue hanging out. He was
watching her! Hattie swallowed and backed off a little.
"Come on, I'll let you touch him."
"What?"
"Just kneel down beside me and I'll let you touch him."
Though she was trying to make her legs work, trying to run away from this perverse
and shocking scene, Hattie found herself kneeling. Her hand went out. She saw how
small and white it was, compared next to the Great Dane's throbbing red cock. She
began to breathe more rapidly, her heart leaping wildly in her chest. Her long fingers
circled his cockmeat slowly. The touch of that hot, juice-slickened prick was enough to
make her clit pulse as it escaped the wet clasp of its hood.
"Oh my God!" she heard herself sigh.
"Hard, isn't it?" Nora bared her teeth as she watched Hattie squeeze the Great Dane's
cock. "It feels even harder when he starts pushing it into you. Oh God, if my mother
wasn't around today, I'd jerk off my shorts and let him do it to me right here!"
Hattie felt she was conversing with some one who was just a little bit crazy. But then
wasn't she, too? She couldn't seem to let go of the big dog's feverish cock. The slickness
of it on her palm, the juice that clung between her fingers was making her cunt ache
something awful! She stood up suddenly, rubbing her hand against her shorts.
"No! I've got to go now!"
"You haven't seen Lufkin yet."
"Lufkin? I don't want to see Lufkin..."
Hattie turned and started out of the dog run. But as she turned a sleek Greyhound
darted from around a bush and skidded to a halt before her. His nose was very sharp,
and the first thing Hattie thought was how that black, wet muzzle would feel probing
around between the lips of her pussy. She was aware of Nora standing close by.
"Lufkin can make you holler when he starts licking," the plump girl sighed. "I can't
ever get enough of his tongue."
"I think I'd better go home now," Hattie said, stepping carefully around the
Greyhound. He pushed his nose up between her thighs, sniffing her musky scent. He
whimpered and wagged his tail so hard his slim body whipped around.
"He likes you."
Nora laughed as the Greyhound backed Hattie up against the corner of the kennel
fence. His tongue wet her thigh, and a shiver of lust went throughher.
"What if your mother comes?"
"Come on, we can take Sandy and Lufkin down to the garage."
Before Hattie knew what she was doing, she was following Nora Wainwright, watching
the two dogs prance along on either side of the short girl's plump, round ass.
It was cool and dark in the garage. Nora gave a whispered command and Sandy rolled
onto his back on an old mattress in the corner. His cock was already half-extended in
anticipation, and the Greyhound milled around, whining and panting.
Hattie felt trapped. A part of her wanted to flee, to run as fast as her long legs could
carry her. But another more frenzied part of her mind wanted to stay. With a whimper
she crouched beside the Great Dane.
"Go on, touch him. I've trained him to stay perfectly still. It's really a gas to watch him
come all over the place!"
Even as she listened to Nora's words, Hattie put a hand out. Once again she felt the
throbbing power of the dog's huge cock. It seemed to quiver in her grasp. It was
expanding, the tip growing fat as her forefinger slipped over the taut, shiny surface.
"It's so red!"
"Ohhhhh!" Nora moaned, tossing her dark brown curls as she settled onto the mattress.
With a shock Hattie saw that the short girl had already skinned off her shorts. She was
wearing nothing underneath. The Greyhound put his paws on her thighs, spreading
them wider to expose the delicate inner folds of her young pussy. The girl tossed her
plump ass violently, her small fists pressed against her belly. The Greyhound began to
lap noisily.
As Hattie watched all this, her fingers had tightened unconsciously on Sandy's
throbbing prick. The hot head of his cock was like a mushroom now, much larger than
the shaft, its spongy-firm shape nearly hiding Hattie's forefinger as she slid it under the
flared part.
"Uhhhh..." she moaned, imagining that gouging barb inside her.
Her hand rose and fell, massaging the beast's dripping cock faster. The huge animal
began to pump his haunches and now all Hattie had to do was hold her hand still as he
fucked the circle of her fingers.
"Are you sure no one will come and find us here?" Hattie wanted to know.
"I locked the door, anyway," Nora panted, her hips plunging now as the Greyhound
pushed his sharp nose partly into her cunthole.
The juicy sound of his tongue smearing her with hot saliva was enough to make
Hattie's young cunt want the same treatment. But she was staring at the Great Dane's
cock now as she massaged it. Without thinking or reasoning, her head dropped until
her lips were only inches away. The musky scent seemed to draw her, to make her want
to touch that bestial thing with her lips!
Hattie fought for control. But she could feel the heat stronger than before and as her
tongue flicked out she only hoped that no one in the world would ever know what she
was doing. She licked the dog's cocktip, then quickly drew away. But no sooner had she
tasted the animal's prick-juice than she wanted to taste it again. This time her lips
parted, her soft mouth sliding around the swollen, throbbing knob. Her eyes fluttered
closed. Her nostrils flared as her breathing went wild. The head of the dog's cock was
so velvety smooth! So hot! She let her tongue caress the underside of his cocktip as she
began to suck.
"Be still, Sandy!" Nora said. Hattie realized that the girl was kneeling close by now,
watching her with amazement. Her gray eyes were wide and she was clutching her
damp cuntmound with both hands. "God, I never did that before!"
"Mmmmm..." Hattie moaned, rocking her head in a circle, letting her lips slide another
inch over the huge dog's cock.
He began to hunch his hindquarters violently, but Nora gave a sharp command and the
Great Dane quivered and lay still. His chest heaved. His paws worked weakly as if he
were running.
Hattie held his cockshaft with both hands now as she plunged her mouth down over
him as far as she could. The swollen knob brushed her tonsils, gagging her for a
moment. She regained her composure quickly enough and let her tongue dance
hungrily along the dog's erection. From deep in his chest, the dog moaned.
Hattie wished Nora wasn't watching. But despite her shame at her uncontrolled
behavior, she kept sucking, her cheeks pulling in as she worked her mouth up and
down the Great Dane's rigid spear of cockmeat. Her saliva dripped down to make
dewdrops in.the dog's hair. His balls were loose in their sac, resting against the inside of
his leg. Hattie curled her fingers around them and squeezed as her tongue rode up to
encircle his pricktip again. The dog wheezed and his back humped down into the old
mattress.
"Watch out, he's gonna come!" Nora squealed.
Hattie pulled her lips away from the dog just seconds before the white cream erupted
powerfully from the tip. The animal growled and whined in an agony of pleasure as she
worked her fingers up and down his prick, jacking him steadily, her heart pounding
with the excitement of knowing how close she'd come to drinking the beast's hot cum.
"Wow, he's gonna come a quart!" Nora gasped, staring at the way Hattie was milking
the hot jism from the twitching animal's body. "And you almost got it in your mouth!"
"I know!" Hattie cried. "Oh God, I know!"


Chapter 8

"Come on, Hattie," Diane begged, "where ya going this time of the morning?"
"It's a job I've got. Watching over the Wainright place for a few days. It's no big deal."
Hattie had just turned down the path that led from her house to the woods. She could
hear Diane a few yards behind. She was trying to think of a way to keep her friend
from following her, but so far hadn't come up with any plan that might work.
"The Wainwrights," Diane murmured. "Aren't those the new people? Didn't they buy
the old spread on Ridge Road that's been for sale?"
"Those are the people. I suppose Nora will be going to our school next year."
"So what do you have to watch? Their house?"
Hattie shrugged and kept going. "Yeah, I guess so."
Diane hurried to come alongside. "Wait, I'll bet they're the people who own that damn
black dog. The big one." Diane sighed. "You know the one I'm talking about."
Hattie didn't reply. She was thinking of how Diane had been fucking Devil that day in
the barn. But Diane was rambling on now, and Hattie realized her redheaded friend
was making a confession.
"I couldn't help myself, Hattie. I coaxed that sonofabitch over to my place and put a
chain around his neck. Then I..." Diane caught her breath. "I made him lick me and
fuck me. Well, I didn't have to make him do it. He likes to. I guess you know that. He
fucked you, too."
"I'm not doing things like that any more." Hattie blurted.
The lie seemed so transparent that she was sure Diane had seen through it. Hattie's
mind was filled with vivid flashes of the Great Dane writhing on his back while she
bent low to slide her hot mouth up and down his rigid, jerking cock. The image
repeated itself, exciting her past reason. She felt like some kind of addict on her way to
get a fix.
"I know something's up," Diane breathed, tugging at Hattie's arm. "Tell me, Hattie...
please tell me!"
"I've got to turn off here," Hattie said, stopping to face Diane. "And I don't think it
would be right to take you with me on my first day on the job."
Diane's eyes narrowed. She gave Hattie a sly smile. "What exactly is your job? Feeding
that black dog? That wouldn't take any time."
"Who said the Wainwright's even own the black dog?"
"They do. They must," Diane was breathing faster now. Unconsciously, she cupped one
of her plush tits under her T-shirt. "Oh, let me go with you, Hattie. I'll help you do
whatever you have to do. I've just got to see that dog again."
"Don't be silly. I'm the one who's been hired. How would it look if I showed up with a
friend?" Hattie turned into the path that took off from the main one. "I'll see you later,
Diane."
At the top of the rise, she looked back to see Diane still standing at the spot where the
path divided. Feeling guilty, Hattie waved before quickly going on. She was feeling
sweaty and nervous, and the image of the Great Dane's cock kept filling her thoughts.
She could almost feel the way her soft mouth had fit around that thing! What had made
her do it? What wicked power had pulled her head down? What hunger had made her
want to suck the animal's hot prick until the cream boiled out?
"Thank God I didn't swallow any of that awful stuff," she whimpered aloud.
But she almost had. She'd pulled her lips away just seconds before the dog had spurted.
And Nora Wainwright knew all. She'd witnessed the whole horrible scene. Could
Hattie trust the girl to keep silent? If word ever got out that she'd sucked a Great
Dane's cock, Hattie knew she'd have to run away from home.
The next half-hour was a blur. She was greeted by Mrs. Wainwright and shown around
the place. She was shown where the dog food was kept, where the watering buckets
were hung. She was given a ring of keys – one for the house, the others for the kennels.
When Nora appeared after loading some things in their station wagon, she gave Hattie
a naughty wink. Hattie knew what it meant, of course, and couldn't help but blush. As
they stood there saying their goodbyes, Hattie saw the girl's Irish setter licking her
fingers. She was sure that Nora had been fingering herself and that the dog smelled
cuntjuice on her. The Setter's cock was lengthening as he licked.
Hattie was relieved when the Wainwrights were gone at last. But her whole body was
trembling. She knew why.
"I should feed the dogs and water them and then leave." But of course, Nora had
already taken care of that. She was just there to get instructions and the keys. She didn't
even have to look at the dogs if she didn't want to. "But I do want to! Oh God, help
me!"
Hattie found herself walking down the bush-lined brick walk to the kennels. The dogs
barked when they heard her coming. There were only three now, Sandy and the
Greyhound that Nora called Lufkin, and Devil.
Devil saw her first and threw himself against the cyclone fence, his raw red cock
swinging from side to side. It was glossy with juice, and Hattie could almost feel it
sliding into her tight young cunt. She hurried past to the second cage. The Greyhound
pawed the gate, his sharp muzzle hot-looking, his pink tongue dangling. Then Hattie
saw Sandy, the Great Dane. He was calmer, but there was a warm, eager look in his big
brown eyes. There was little doubt that he remembered how soft and hungry Hattie's
mouth had been on his huge cock.
"Oh, damn all three of you!" she whimpered, cupping one hand under her hot mound.
Even through her satin shorts, she could feel the dampness, the swollen state of her
pussy-flesh.
Her fingers trembled so that the keys jingled. She picked one out – the key that opened
the Greyhound's cage. Twice she touched the key to the padlock and pulled it away.
The sleek, gray dog jumped and yipped with eagerness to be let free for a while.
"There!" she gasped, finally unlocking the gate. The dog bounded out, and she ordered
him to heel. He stayed by her side as they walked beside the dog run towards the
garage.
Hattie knew she was sinning the moment she closed the door behind her and threw the
bolt. Light slanted through the dirty windows, illuminating the mattress where she'd
done such wicked things to the Great Dane's big cock. Well, at least she hadn't fucked
him.
But why had she brought Lufkin here?
She saw a cracked mirror leaning by the wall. Her reflection made the situation seem
even more erotic, her honey-brown hair falling over her shoulders, her firm trim ass
clearly outlined in the tight-fitting satin jogging shorts, her bare belly between shorts
and halter top. Reaching behind her, she undid the halter and let it drop.
The Greyhound nosed it around a little, obviously enjoying the musky scent of her
flesh. She knelt to pet him and the animal wasted no time in wetting her tender pink
nipples. He seemed to love the way they fit into his pointed mouth. His tongue curved
tightly around one nub as he sucked, his haunches moving sexily.
"Ohhhhh..." she breathed, her fingers digging into the fur behind his ears.
She scratched as he sucked, Hattie's belly was heaving and she had a hot desire to pull
off the rest of her clothes. Already she'd kicked her sandals free and was fanning her
toes apart as the Greyhound's licking grew hungrier.
As his cock slid out of its sheath, she saw how different it was from the Great Dane's
thick prick and Devil's stubby cock. Lufkin's dick was longer than either of the other
dog's, but not nearly so big around. It was like a delicately shaped probe, as slender as a
broom handle but with a sharply defined head. As the dog continued to lap her firm
titties, the odd-looking tip expanded. It was twice the size of his shaft now and growing
larger every second!
With breathless excitement, Hattie realized that Lufkin's cock would feel entirely
different inside her cunt or her mouth!
"Ohhhh, I wish I had the will to just get up and leave. I shouldn't be here at all. And
you shouldn't be licking me like this!"
Hattie pushed the dog's head away, but he seemed to know that she didn't mean it. He
whimpered and pressed his nose hard to the crotch of her jogging shorts. Already the
blue satin was dark with her flooding juices. Weakly, her hips rocking, Hattie skinned
the things off of her ass. As she drew one knee up to get her foot free, the Greyhound
grunted with hunger and his tongue went between the white lips of her pussy.
The friction was so sudden, so velvety wet and hot that Hattie fell back on the old
mattress, her heels tight against her asscheeks, her knees falling apart. The Greyhound
sensed her surrender and his hungry growls became louder as he devoured her
smoldering cunt. The fury of his licking made Hattie groan and plunge her mound up
and down. Her folds were swollen open. The dog feasted on the tender blossom of her
adolescent flesh as Hattie dug her fingers into the blanket that covered the mattress.
"Ohhh... ohhhh, woweeee!" Now she was squirming furiously, her eyes pinched shut as
the tingling pleasure spread out from her cunt. Her belly was bathed with thrills. Her
nipples burned. The sloppy sounds of the dog's mouth pressed tightly to her slit made
her bite her bottom lip. .
"Uhhh, stop it now! I can't stand it any longer."
She sat up and scratched the dog's head as he whimpered and tried to eat her some
more. But Hattie was looking at that long, very slender cock now. She touched the dog
on the shaft and began to rub him. The animal's cocktip grew fat. She wanted it inside
her – had to have it inside her.
On her hands and knees now, Hattie tossed her hips back and forth. Lufkin didn't
hesitate. He mounted her, his front paws squeezing her waist as he hunched forward.
His cocktip slipped along her dripping cunt-crevice. Her juicy state made it easy for
that mushroom-shaped cocktip to fit into her cunthole. With a wild lunge, the
Greyhound buried half the length of his cock into her creaming cunt.
"Oh! Ohhhh, deeper! Ohhhhh, make it go deeper!"
The dog seemed to understand. He lunged again, his jaws snapping as he tried to hold
on to her warm flesh. Then he tilted his head sideways and Hattie felt his fangs
tightening on the back of her neck. It seemed the instinctive way a dog held his mate,
and suddenly she was a bitch – a writhing, fuck-crazed bitch! Lufkin thrust harder,
forcing his bulging cocktip through her tight, wet flesh. It was spearing so wonderfully
deep into her body! Hattie thought she'd lose her mind from the pleasure she felt. And
since the Greyhound wasn't as heavy as Devil, she could hold his thrashing weight
much easier.
"Nhhhuuhhhh... ohhhh yess... ohhhh God!"
She had suddenly become aware of the penetrating stiffness of the dog's cock. Her
dainty pink cuntlips closed down. Her glossy, slippery flesh squeezed the dog's
plunging prick, making the beast howl with pleasure. Hattie's eyes fluttered.
"So tight! So damn tight!"
It was that prickhead! It was growing inside her, making her young pussy-hole stretch,
making her hips jerk convulsively as the itchy pleasure became more intense. The dog's
teeth cut deeper into her neck. The small pain she experienced was more like pleasure.
She knew she was under his power. As her juices spilled out of her cunt and dripped
down the insides of her thighs, she could hear the suction of her pussy against the dog's
fevered cock-rod.
"Yaaaahhhh!" she moaned, dropping onto her elbows, her ass pushed high for the dog
to fuck.
The head of Lufkin's slender cock was so much bigger than his shaft that she could feel
where it was inside her. It was sliding deep now, shoved by the animal's excited lunges.
Now it was being dragged back until the muscled opening of her cunt squeezed the
spongy barb.
"Ohhhhhh, deep again! Ohhhhh, put it in deep!"
As if he understood, Lufkin barked and his powerful ass jumped. Hot cuntjuice was
forced from her pussy as it was filled by the bulging tip. Deep inside her she felt a new
kind of itch. The dog was trying to push his cock into her womb! She thrashed and
bucked, the tingling pleasure building so fast that she thought she'd faint.
"Ohhhhh, shit... ohhhhhh, Christ!"
Hattie's small tits swayed as she shook her willowy body under the sleek dog's hot
fucking. His balls bumped her. His cock throbbed and swelled against her womb. The
animal yipped again and a hot bath of jism flowed into her cunt-tunnel. She could feel
her cunt drinking the rick sap up. But there was too much, coming too fast. It spewed
from the edges of her squeezing cunt and made hot streaks down her thighs.
"Yess, yessss! Ohhhhh, it's too wonderful! I'm gonna come! Ohhhhh shit, I'm gonna
come right this very second!"
The hot throes swept through her like wildfire. Hattie had never felt such a tickling
heat that deep inside her. Not only her clit but her womb, too, seemed to be bathed in
the ecstatic convulsions. She wiggled and pumped and cried out as her hot pussy grew
even more fevered. She came with the pounding urgency that she'd learned to love. The
dog's hot prick was so big at the tip that he couldn't jerk it back. It was caught in the
deepest part of her cunthole and all his frenzied heaving only made her climax more
intense.
"Ahhhhhh... ahhhhh..." she panted, plunging her hips up and down.
Her back arched and humped, her knees slipped wider to brace herself against the dog's
quivery excitement. He nearly slipped off her once, but his glans was still caught inside
her cunt and he squeezed her middle with his front paws and held on.
At last they both fell sideways, lying on the dusty old mattress as their bodies twitched
and spasmed in the final seconds of an inflamed pleasure the likes of which Hattie had
never known. She awakened as if from a dream. The dog's cock was still jammed tightly
inside her tight, slick pussy. He had stopped trying to pull it free. By the way Lufkin
was panting, he was totally spent, totally exhausted.
"Ohhhh, you crazy dog," Hattie sighed, tightening her cunt around him one last time.
The underside of her body was a creamy mess. Lufkin's prick softened, and it slid
halfway out. Hattie tightened her sphincter again, holding him for a few more moments
before he managed to get it free. She lay there as a pool of white jizz formed around her
asscheeks, the same potent stuff that had been inside the Greyhound's balls only
seconds before. The dog was licking his tender cock, whimpering as if he'd been
through a fucking he'd never before experienced.
But Hattie knew she wasn't satisfied. She liked to fuck, and it seemed that fucking dogs
was about the best thing in the world.
"What am I going to do?" she whined, getting up and staggering around in a circle, the
hot cum dripping from her cunt.
She stepped in the mess and made sticky tracks to the door. Somehow she pulled
herself together, cleaned herself up as best as she could and pulled on her shorts. By the
time she'd refastened her skimpy halter top, she was already feeling the hunger again.
Leading Lufkin back to his pen, she was weak with renewed desire.
She hurriedly made sure the animals had plenty of water for the rest of that day and
then fled towards the path that led into the woods. She had to put distance between
herself and that place before she couldn't control her hunger for more dog fucking. Was
she losing her mind? Or just losing the willpower that had held her back all these
years?
"Got to hurry! Feel so weak... so itchy all over!"
At least her own dog would be waiting for her when she got home. Good old Bruno.
And he's do what she needed, wouldn't he?
"Got to hurry... hurry home."


Chapter 9

"I don't know where he ran off to, dear," Hattie's mother said. "But don't worry, I'm
sure he'll be back. You know how Bruno is. Sometimes he likes to roam for a day or
so."
"Yes, Mother, I know."
"Is anything wrong? You look a bit flushed. Here, you'd better let me get the
thermometer. You may be running a fever."
"I just need to lie down for a little while, Mom. I'm okay."
As Hattie limped upstairs, she knew that she did have a fever. All she could think of
was being fucked by one of those lovely big cocks. They were so hot and slick and
throbbing! They did things to her she knew couldn't be done by a human male.
"But here I am thinking that and I've never even done it with a guy." Hattie closed the
door to her room and quickly undressed. "I think I'm flipping out. But if I don't get
fucked again – and soon – I will flip for sure!"
Fifteen minutes with her well-oiled fingers brought a shuddering climax. After a minute
or so to catch her breath, Hattie did it again and at last was exhausted enough to take a
nap. But she awoke in the afternoon, hornier than ever.
By suppertime, Bruno had still not returned. She ate supper, thinking of how badly she
wanted to fill that empty place inside her. Now that she knew what it felt like to have
something sliding in and out of her cunt, she wanted it all the time.
Hattie's nervousness increased when Bruno didn't make it home before she went to
bed. But she couldn't make too big a deal out of it or her mother might really start to
get suspicious. Bruno was in the habit of going off some nights. Why had he happened
to pick this one, though?
By morning, Hattie was fit to be tied. Her dreams had been upsetting, and even a
shower didn't help her gloomy mood much. She was trying to keep her fingers off her
cunt since she'd found that playing with herself only added to her misery. Sexual
excitation only made her want more of the same. And Bruno still wasn't back from his
night-time ramblings.
"I suppose you'll be going over to the Wainwright place today," her mother said,
putting Hattie's breakfast before her.
Hattie nodded yes. She finished eating and slipped on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt. She
was about to head out the door when a phone call came for her.
It was Diane, sounding breathless. "I have Bruno over at my place, Hattie. I think you
understand, don't you?"
Hattie squeezed the phone angrily. "Bruno's over there? I was worried about him."
"Please don't tell anybody, Hattie. I was so lonesome, and your mother wasn't around,
so I just put a leash on him and..."
"Okay, okay. But you'd better bring him back. You can say you found him wandering
around over by your place."
Hattie hung up and hurried down the path towards the woods. It didn't take her long
to get to the Wainwright place, but her heart was jumping in her chest by the time she
saw the house through the shrubbery .
Sandy, the Great Dane started in howling right off. She recognized his yelps and knew
that he could smell her, too. As she fumbled nervously with the padlock on his pen, she
could feel her panties clinging to her cuntmound. The huge dog had a mighty erection.
And after being stabbed by Lufkin's slender, almost delicate cock, Sandy appeared huge
to her. But he was docile. Nora had proved that to her the very first day.
"And so did I," Hattie sighed, remembering how that bestial prick had taken up all the
room in her mouth. She was panting by the time she knelt to ruffle the tawny monster's
fur. "Ohhhh, what a big sweet boy you are. Would you like to play with Hattie?
Hmmmmm?"
The dog rolled onto his back, his cock appearing quickly at the opening to his sheath. It
was pink, but when Hattie stroked the glossy surface with her fingertips, it darkened
and the head bulged out, revealing its true shape.
"Got to feed all you guys first," she said, going to unlock the next cage.
Lufkin and Sandy followed her to Devil's pen. It was easier feeding them together,
though Mrs. Wainwright had suggested that she do it separately. The dog's milled
around, whining and licking at Hattie's legs as she apportioned out the food into the
bowls. They ate hurriedly, keeping a watch on her movements as she went back to each
individual pen to see if there was sufficient water for each animal. Devil and Lufkin
followed her, whimpering for attention. Hattie couldn't help but become excited by
their obvious interest. Each dog had the beginning of an erection, and when Lufkin
jumped up, his slender prick smeared a slickness across her bare thigh.
"Naughty boy! I'll bet you'd like me to take you down to the garage, wouldn't you?"
She scratched Devil, too. "And you...have you missed me?"
It seemed an innocent enough thing-stroll down the brick walk, past the rose bushes,
past the edge of the house. But Hattie felt her cunt getting hotter as she put her hand
on the doorknob to the abandoned garage. Once inside, she wrestled Devil onto the
mattress and began to pet the underside of his body. Lufkin joined them, his wet
tongue exciting her as he tried to inch his sharp muzzle up one leg of her shorts. When
Sandy padded into the garage, too, Hattie went to the door and locked it from inside.
She felt a bit nervous having all three dogs with her at the same time, but the new
hunger that raged inside her was so strong that she hadn't thought of taking
precautions. Couldn't she frolic a little with all three beasts and then put them back in
their pens when it was over?
"Ohhhh, Sandy, you're too big! You frighten me!"
The tawny monster was pumping his bare cock against her arm, licking her neck as if
trying to tell her how badly he wanted to bury that thing inside her hot pussy. He was
the only dog she hadn't yet fucked. But Devil nuzzled her roughly from behind,
wanting his share, too.
"What am I going to do with you three?" Hattie giggled and reached behind her back
to skin her T-shirt off. No sooner had she flung it to the side than Sandy moved in,
shouldering Devil and Lufkin out. "Now if you're going to fight over me, nobody will
have any fun."
Devil growled menacingly as Lufkin whined and circled with caution. His eyes gleamed
as he looked for an opening.
Suddenly Hattie was scared. A new mood had settled on the three dogs. Their tails
weren't wagging now, and the Great Dane showed his fangs when Devil brushed him.
Hattie hadn't taken off her shorts yet, and as the tense seconds passed, she wondered if
she even should.
Then the decision was out of her hands.
With a yelp, Sandy tore at Lufkin's haunch, sending the lighter dog skittering onto his
side. A huge paw struck Hattie in the chest and she went flat on her back on the
mattress. Sharp teeth edged across her belly, searching for the elastic band of her shorts.
The teeth found them and she felt the tug, heard the sheer material part.
"No! Bad doggy! Ohhhh no!"
Her shorts were torn from her in shreds. She hadn't put any panties on that morning,
and her sudden nakedness scared her badly. She tried to roll out from under Sandy's
big paw, but he growled and opened his jaws. Devil went on tearing at her shorts,
opening a ragged gap across her pussymound. He burrowed his hot nose into the juicy
flower of cuntflesh, and as a surge of pleasure went through her, Hattie arched her back
and grunted weakly.
Now she was panicked. Something had happened to the dogs. Their personalities had
changed when thrown together with her in one closed room. She thought of the door.
If she could just get to it and slip out, the animals would be trapped inside. She had to
try.
Sandy's big teeth cut into her ankle after she had taken only three steps. He dragged
her down onto the concrete floor, and she knew the threat was real. He didn't want to
draw blood, but he would if he had to. Devil kept a respectful distance from the huge
dog, but Hattie knew he was simply waiting for his turn. He'd stripped her shorts into
shreds that hung on her thighs and buttock now. Her poor little cunt was naked.
Sandy dragged her back to the mattress, and she rolled onto her back with a whimper.
He wasn't satisfied. He chewed her arm, letting her feel the sharpness of his fangs. She
rolled over and rose weakly to her knees. Yes, he wanted her! He wanted to probe her
pussy with that oversized prick of his!
"No, I won't be able to take it all!"
There was a brief skirmish as Devil tried to mount first and was bitten back by Sandy.
Lufkin kept his distance from the two competitors, his gleaming eyes as hungry as ever
for the sweetness of her flesh.
Hattie started to cry. The Great Dane mounted her, his full weight pressing down on
her back. Hattie's arms trembled. She could hardly hold him up, and the thrusts she felt
were rough and wild. His slick cock bumped across her shitter, then her cunt slit. The
juicy sound of her pink folds parting around the barb-like glans made Hattie whine.
Then that firm, taut mushroom of flesh found her pussy-hole. With a quick lurch,
Sandy buried the knob.
"Yuuuuhhhh..." Hattie moaned, letting out a long, shuddering breath. "Ohhhh God, it
went in! I can feel it stretching me like crazy!"
The Great Dane squeezed his huge front legs around her body. His back arched up
high as he plunged against the soft, sweet heat he'd found. Hattie groaned as another
inch went into her. The dog squeezed her small waist, and she felt totally in his power,
totally helpless to defend herself against that thrusting, feverish cock. It was stretching
the flesh all around her cunthole now. Her clit was exposed as the stretching peeled the
hood away from the sensitive bead.
Each ramming blow from the big dog drove her ass forward. Then when he was
halfway into her clasping, dripping cunthole, she felt her knees come off the floor.
"Ohhhh God!"
The dog was holding her body up with just his cock! He shook his haunches from side
to side and the intense friction sent radiant thrills through her belly and loins. Just her
toes touched the mattress now. The dog stretched forward, shaking her again. Her
knees touched down again and he humped powerfully.
"Nhhhhuuuuhhgg," she gasped, feeling that knob-like head bulge inside her.
She'd never been so full of cock in her life! The lips of her pussy were stretched out
around the pulsing, rigid shaft. Her raw cuntflesh slid slickly along the dog's red, glossy
cock as he tucked his hips back and thrust again.
Devil nosed the place where Sandy was joined to her and the Great Dane warned him
with a rumbling sound. But the black dog's passion was too much for him to heed the
warning. He began to lick Hattie's swollen cuntlips, wetting the fevered, glistening flesh
where Sandy's cock pulled back and speared inward. Sandy let Devil go on licking
while he fucked Hattie. She thought she would faint from the itchy thrills. As scared as
she was, she couldn't close out the aroused condition of her body. She panted loudly,
her head hanging down between her arms as she took the Great Dane's lunges, took his
thick rigid cock.
"Mhhhhuuuuhhhh... ohhhhh God, what's happening to me?"
Now Lufkin darted forward to lick her neck and ears. Sandy didn't chase him back. He
was too intent on enjoying the hot squeeze of Hattie's cunt around his prick. Lufkin
nipped lightly at Hattie's ears now, his tongue washing her, smearing thrills across her
flesh. She didn't try to turn away. The dog's hungry licks only heightened her
excitement. Lufkin reached under her, lapping her swollen nipples so hard that she
whined and twisted herself under the ramming, fucking Great Dane whose huge cock
was sliding even deeper into her adolescent body.
By now Hattie knew that escape was impossible. She'd have to wait until the Great
Dane had tired of her, until she could crawl to the door and unlock it. But all three
dogs were going wild, licking and biting her flesh. Sandy's cock made a wet sound deep
inside her as the cockhead swelled against the tight mouth of her womb.
And itchy pleasure went through her, and Hattie babbled half-words of lust as she felt
her climax coming closer. Her slim hips danced from side to side as she took another
hot inch of the big dog's prick. It was almost all the way into her, and her pussy felt
packed full. Her muscles closed down around the base of the raw, glossy dog cock.
Sandy yelped, thrust and thrust again. His movements were becoming convulsive and
out of control. Hattie knew that her soft pussy was bringing him close, too.
"Uhhhh... uhhhhh God, it's taking up so much room inside me!" she groaned, still
plunging her cunt.
Her clit exploded then, and she flopped and squirmed under the powerful dog. He went
in to the hilt, his glans opening her womb a little. Then his cream spilled out, filling her
pussy. The squishy, sexy sound of their fucking was louder now, and a dribble of jism
went down the inside of her thigh. Devil quickly lapped it up, whining for more. But he
was whining for his turn, too.
The Great Dane fucked her until she fell forward on her elbows to take what jism was
left. He fucked her upthrust cunt, his hot cock penetrating roughly, yet as slick as
anything could be. And her muscles, tight around the mouth of her cunt, stripped the
rich and foamy cum from his shaft.
"Ohh... ohhhh... ohhhhhhh !" Hattie panted, chewing her bottom lip as the exquisite
thrills took her on a spiraling ride.
Her slick, dripping cunt was spasming now, squeezing down with an urgent rhythm on
the big dog'd cock. Deep inside her she could feel her velvety flesh giving a tight caress
to the barb of Sandy's cock. His cum was being milked out of him and the monstrous
dog shuddered, his tongue lolling wetly across Hattie's naked back. He rammed her
again, holding himself tightly against her womb while the thick curds poured in.
"Whhhaaaaahhh!" she squealed, her ass dancing.
The press of his belly against her asscheeks aroused her all the more as she shivered
and bucked. For a moment she thought she might faint. Then she fell from the dog's
hard cock, her cunt still squeezing. Weakly she crawled toward the door. It was no
good. Though Sandy was momentarily tired of fucking, Lufkin and Devil blocked her
way. Their mouths dripped saliva and their eyes gleamed with lust.
Hattie moaned again as the black dog knocked her down on her back. Before she could
close her legs, the Greyhound thrust, fucking her with his slick and slender cock.
"No! Ohhhhh Nooooo!"
But it wasn't a nightmare – it was happening!


Chapter 10

Hattie blinked her eyes and started to come awake. How long had it been? An hour?
Two? She tried not to move though she was sore from being in one position too long.
She felt the mattress under her and knew that there was a dog close by – very close by.
It was Sandy, the Great Dane.
Now she remembered. Sandy had fucked her when Lufkin had finished. Somehow she'd
managed to satisfy Devil with her hand. Then they'd left her alone and she'd fallen into
exhausted sleep.
Her cunt was sore. Her legs and belly were sticky with cum that had still not dried.
And she could smell the dogs on her, feel the prickly places their fur had rubbed her.
Suddenly Lufkin got up from a dark corner and padded over. He began to nuzzle
hungrily at her sparsely haired mound, and though Hattie tried hard to keep perfectly
still, the tingling pleasure began. As thoroughly fucked as she was, her twat seemed to
be ready for more.
"Ohhhh..." she moaned finally, rolling from her side to her back, letting her thighs fall
apart. Another dog stirred in the darkness – Devil. And Sandy got up, scratched
himself vigorously and watched Lufkin feast on Hattie's aching cunt. "Oh God, they're
gonna start it all over again."
As Sandy hovered over her, she knew she was losing her mind. As she looked up at his
huge dangling prick, she ran her fingers out and captured the furry sheath. Slowly she
rubbed it, feeling the hard rod inside. The pink tip slid out and swelled before her eyes.
Now Lufkin had stopped licking her and was trying to get her to do the same thing to
him.
As the two dogs jostled for position, the Greyhound ended up straddling her chest with
his hind legs. Hattie was staring up at the long slender prick that was extended from his
sheath. The glossy flesh looked hot, and Hattie licked her lips.
Did she actually want to suck that strange looking thing? Yes, she decided, she did. She
wasn't normal any more. She was trapped in a garage full of dogs, and she didn't even
feel like trying to escape.
"Mmmmmmm..." she moaned, reaching up.
The Greyhound lowered his haunches as she lifted her head. His wet cocktip was hot
against her lips, and she let them slide out around the sharp, turgid barb of his glans. A
thrill went through her as she rubbed the underside with her bottom lip. Her saliva
dripped down her chin as she sucked noisily on the lovely chunk of hot dogmeat.
"Oh, God in heaven," she mumbled, the prick still half in her mouth. Then she sucked
it deep, swallowing the knob. The Greyhound trembled and made funny sounds in his
throat. Sandy had decided to work on her cunt a little while she sucked Lufkin. Already
she could feel her taut pussy-hole open to his mouth. He lapped steadily, starting her
jucies to flowing, slurping them up.
"Uhhhh!" Hattie gasped, bobbing her head forward and back under Lufkin's belly.
The dog braced his hind legs and began to jerk forward. His quivering rhythm grew
more urgent, and Hattie could feel the head of his cock swelling against the roof of her
mouth.
Sandy's tongue was sliding deeply between the plump, plush halves of her pussymound. 
When he smeared hot spit over her clitoris, she writhed her hips, her belly
sucking under her ribs. Her nipples exploded from the circles of her areolas. Her mouth
tightened on the greyhound's throbbing cock.
"Yuuhhmmmm..."
As the dog's hot cum exploded into the back of her throat, Hattie didn't feel the panic
she'd experienced before. She let her soft lips ride up and down the dog's raw cockshaft
as her tongue dug along the cumtube, urging each hot spurt, gulping frantically to get it
all down. But there was too much too fast. A hot white stream boiled out of her left
nostril and oozed into her mouth again.
"Ghhhhaaaahhh..." she groaned wallowing her head around as the dog went crazy, his
hindquarters pumping and jerking from the keen pleasure she was giving him.
Excited by this, Sandy growled and burrowed his mouth harder into her open cunt. She
pulled her knees back and spread herself to him. Her clit was a finger of throbbing
pleasure, and she plunged her ass around, letting the itch grow into a maddening tickle.
As her rippling tongue made Lufkin shoot another stream of cum into her throat, she
began to climax, herself. Squirming and moaning through her nose, she closed her
teeth on the Greyhound's cock and used her tongue to torture the fat glans.
Yipping with pain and pleasure, the sleek animal shivered and collapsed, his prick
jerking from Hattie's mouth. It pressed between her tits, the hot jism still flowing from
the tiny orifice at the tip. Now the hot curds dribbled down her neck as Sandy licked
her pussy into a raging orgasm that made her see stars against the blackness of the
dimly lit garage.
"Uhh... uhhhhh... uhhhh, fuck!"
Now Devil was getting in on the act. She licked her fingers, musky from handling
Lufkin's hot cock, tried to slurp up the other animal's spilled jizz. Whining with
confusion, Hattie twisted to the side, her cunt still throbbing as her climax at last began
to dwindle.
"Got to get out of here!"
She crawled off of the mattress, heading for the spot of light that came through the
garage door. She was halfway there when Devil and Sandy got to her again. Devil
mounted, his cock sliding along her asscheeks. The Great Dane held her shoulder tight
enough to hurt. She could feel his fangs digging into her muscles. Devil thrust again,
missing.
"No!"
Then his thick shaft opened the folds the Great Dane had slickened with his mouth. As
Devil's cock sunk into her velvety softness, Hattie's big eyes rolled, her tongue pushing
out from between her lips. Sandy shook her and growled. It was as if he were
reminding her that it was his turn next. Devil thrust, forcing his shaft into her tight
pussy. Her muscles gave way, letting the fat crown bump against the knotted opening
of her womb.
With her flesh dripping cum, Hattie pushed and rocked her hips. When would it ever
end? How many times would they fuck her before they had enough? And what was
even more frightening, would she be satisfied then?
"Ohhhh God, I'm gonna do it again! I'm g-g-gonna cum!"
But even as the throes swept up her lithe, twitching body, Devil was spurting the last of
his thick sap. He gave a whimper, and Sandy released her neck. Muscling the black dog
out of the way, the Great Dane demanded his turn. She felt his heavy chest on her
back, felt his huge forelegs surround her tiny waist. He squeezed and hunched his back
up high, bringing his raw, red prick forward with a stabbing motion. The head was so
thick that for a moment it wouldn't fit into Hattie's cunthole, squishy and slick as it
was.
"Nhhhhhuuuhh..." she moaned, almost falling forward on her face from the power of
the animal's thrusts. Then her hole stretched out tightly around the smooth dog barb,
and Hattie chewed her tongue as the enormous cock went into her with a wet sound.
The dogs had changed places in the middle of her climax. And now with the biggest
dog of all fucking her, Hattie screamed and tossed her ass wildly from side to side. She
came quickly, but a second exquisite fire began to burn.
"Mhhhuuhh... uhhhhh. God... I'm gonna come again!"
If it hadn't been for the big dog's powerful grasp on her body, Hattie would have fallen
to the floor. She squirmed and bucked and squealed as that thick fevered cock slid in
and out of her body. It was swelling, the tip stretching her insides. Then the tawny
beast exhaled with a groan and his hindquarters shook. Her super-smooth pussy had
squeezed down on him again, and the ecstatic friction had become too much to bear.
He whined and rammed everything he had into her hole.
The thick cream boiled suddenly from the dainty lips of her cunt. Hattie could hear it
splatting onto the concrete floor. Stars spun against her closed eyelids. She felt herself
losing consciousness, but the fainting sleep was pleasant-merciful. And before Sandy
could jerk his cock free, Hattie sighed and spiraled into a dark soft whirlpool.
"Ohhhhh!" she gasped, hearing the echo coming back to her over and over again.
Then she was engulfed in blackness, slumping to the floor.
"Hattie... Hattie, wake up!"
"What? What's wrong? Where am I?"
Hattie blinked. She'd dreamed she was in her own bed. The hard floor under her now
was a shock. For an instant she panicked. But Diane squeezed her arm hard and pushed
the hair out of her eyes. Blinking, Hattie looked around her. Light streamed into the
open doorway of the garage.
"The dogs," she breathed.
"They all rushed out when I opened the door," Diane said. "I suppose they're thirsty.
How long have you been..."
"My God, what time is it?"
"Afternoon. Your mother was starting to get worried, and since I'd stopped by to see
you, I told her I'd come over here to see if everything was all right." Diane's eyes
scanned Hattie's cummy, tooth-marked body. "What in hell happened?"
"They... I..." Hattie began to tremble.
"Maybe you'd better tell me later. It's not hard to guess, anyway. You smell like..."
Diane wrinkled her nose and dipped a finger into a glossy patch of cum that clung to
Hattie's upper thigh. "God, they must have had a field day with you!"
"They did, Diane! They fucked the living shit out of me! I couldn't stop them."
"Did you want to?"
Hattie felt her cheeks go red. "Help me wash up."
"I'd better go put the dogs back in their pens first. Maybe you'd better stay here. Then
we can get your things together and get you home."
"Diane, don't leave me yet. I'm shaking allover. I think I'm losing'my mind."
"No, you're not." Diane squeezed her hand. "Just wait here."
While Diane rounded up the animals and returned them to their pens, Hattie sat there
in the garage, unable to do anything but hug her legs and whimper. What if her mother
found out about the wicked life she'd been living? Even if it had all happened against
her will, the embarrassment and shame and guilt would be too much to handle. It had
happened against her will, hadn't it? Why did she keep having to bring that question
up? But she knew why.
"Maybe I should try to change my life completely. Maybe I should never let myself be
around another dog again. Yes, that's it! I'll give Bruno to Diane. I'll never..."
But even as she made these resolutions, her cunt tightened on itself. By the time Diane
returned with a bucket of water and a rag, Hattie was sobbing.


Chapter 11

Hattie was very happy. A year had passed since her nightmarish experiences with the
Wainwright dogs, and she'd changed her life in many ways.
The most important thing that had happened to her was Jimmy. He was a shy, goodlooking 
young man with a good job and lots of ambition. But the best thing about him
was that he adored Hattie. After going together for a couple of months, it seemed silly
to wait. Her mother gave Hattie permission, and on a sunny Saturday in April, she was
married.
Jimmy had always treated her with respect, even after they'd become engaged. Hattie
tried to keep the fires within her at a manageable level. As far as her past was
concerned, she'd put it into a dark corner of her mind, closed and locked the door and
conveniently mislaid the key to those memories.
But a fire still raged. Whenever Jim touched her, she felt strange shapes moving in the
shadows of her consciousness. It was all she could do to rein them in. She didn't want
Jimmy to think badly of her. And he was an unsophisticated person when it came to
the more intimate side of life.
Until the day of their marriage, Hattie had never been undressed in his presence. Only
once had he dared to touch her tits, and that was only for a second or two. Hattie had
shown Jimmy how to kiss without being obvious about it. She'd let him think that he
was the one making the advances.
The wedding ceremony was informal and brief. Jim seemed almost too embarrassed to
kiss her when the preacher gave the sign. And afterwards, as they drove towards
Jimmy's old bachelor apartment, he blushed every time he looked over at her. Inside,
Hattie was a live coal of desire. She'd forced herself to be a good girl over the past
months. She'd limited herself to an occasional fingerfuck, and then only after being out
with Jimmy. She'd always told herself that doing it that way was okay. To think of her
future husband as she brought herself to a shivering climax seemed only natural. But
unnatural images kept trying to intrude.
Without ever admitting it, Hattie knew what the images were. Somehow she'd kept
them away. Somehow she'd always managed to see Jimmy's face when the final
excruciating pleasure wracked her slender body.
But now she found herself alone with her husband, and his continuing shyness was
beginning to irritate her. Jimmy made sure the door was locked, then made sure again.
He opened the bottle of champagne left over from the reception and managed to pour
two glasses without spilling too much. Hattie swigged hers quickly, trying to calm her
nerves. Jim beamed at her as if she was some prize he'd brought home from a carnival.
"Well," she said, "here's to us."
"Yeah."
Jimmy drank from his glass, but the bubbles tickled his nose and he coughed. There
was a sudden scratching on the back door that made Hattie's blood run cold.
"What's that?"
"Aw, that must be Shep."
"Shep? But you don't have a dog. You never told me..."
"He's not my dog. Belongs to the neighbors. But since they're away a lot, he hangs
around over here." Jim shrugged. "Maybe I'd better go let him in for a while..."
Hattie stood up. She knew she was talking too loud, that her voice trembled. But she
couldn't help it.
"Jimmy, it's our wedding day! Couldn't you just leave that damn dog alone?"
Her new husband looked hurt. "Sorry, Hattie, I didn't know you were scared of dogs."
"Did I say I was?"
"No, but you're shaking all over."
"I guess I'm still a little nervous from the ceremony and all." Hattie poured herself more
champagne. "But you understand, don't you, Jimmy?"
He blushed again and chewed his lip. "Yeah, sure. I'm nervous, too."
The fleeting thought that the marriage had been a mistake made Hattie reach for the
champagne again. She was losing patience with her shy young husband. Why was he
tormenting her? Why didn't he drag her into the bedroom and do what married
couples were supposed to do as soon as they could find a place to be alone?
"I think I'll rest a little bit," Hattie announced, looking softly in Jimmy's direction.
"You want me to close the bedroom door so I won't disturb you?" he said quickly.
"Why don't you lie down with me, Jimmy. I don't want to be alone."
It had taken all her willpower not to snap at him. What in hell was wrong with this
idiot? Suddenly Hattie felt as if she'd only just met him. Had all her hopes been silly
fantasies? Was there something terribly wrong with Jimmy?
In the bedroom she began to undress. Jimmy scanned her naked body with quick
glances. At least he wasn't afraid to look. Hattie felt that everything was going to be
okay then. She rolled lazily onto the bed, only her panties left for her husband to
remove. He got up beside her, still wearing his skivvies. Hattie glanced at his crotch
with disappointment.
"Why don't you take mine off, and I'll take yours off."
Jimmy sucked in a breath when he pulled her undies down from her pussy-mound.
Hattie was busy inside the pouch of his underwear. Her fingers curled around his cock,
and she pulled it out. Again, disappointment flooded through her. The boy's prick was
smaller than she'd imagined in her hot fantasies of the wedding night. Squeezing and
massaging it, she watched the shaft thicken, watched the head fill with trapped blood.
"I love you, Hattie," the boy moaned.
They hugged, and with his prick against her belly, Hattie felt the old lusts flowing
through her body. She squirmed wildly, her mouth hungry for his, her hands petting
his body. It was obvious that Jimmy was surprised and a little shocked. But she couldn't
stop now. She had to find that pleasure she'd dreamed about the normal, natural
pleasure every married woman deserved.
"Ohhhh, Jimmy, make love to me now!" She bit his lip with passion. "Now, darling,
now!"
Hattie had to show him where her hole was. She ignored the questioning look he gave
her, the question as to who had been the first. Who had broken her cherry? It was none
of his damn business. It was a past event that Hattie didn't want to think about or talk
about.
"There, darling," she cooed, her fingernails clawing into the meat of his asscheeks.
"Now push... ohhhh, do it harder!"
Swiveling her hips hungrily, she tried to make his cocktip feel bigger than it was. She
tightened her muscles down around the slender prick that the boy was forcing into her
cunt. His movements were clumsy and out of rhythm. But she tried to move in such a
way as to complement his own passion.
"God, Hattie, you're so hot inside! And so soft! Ohhhhh God!"
He was just a virgin getting his first taste of fucking, and Hattie tried to keep from
judging him too harshly. But why didn't he kiss her? Why wouldn't he lick her titties?
Why did he just keep plowing away at her like he was trying to drive a nail?
"Slower! Ohhhh, Jimmy, don't hurry things so much..."
Deep inside her she could feel the gentle tickle of excitement. But it was still out of
reach, still teasing her as if from the wrong end of a telescope. Hattie closed her eyes
and tried to think erotic thoughts. But one of those locked-up memories was trying to
break down the door where she'd hidden it. A furry, drooling memory. A memory with
sharp fangs that sank into the softness of her neck. Hot tongues, hot, red cocks!
"Nooo!"
"Am I hurting you?"
"God, no!"
"Oh, Hattie... ohhhhh, Christ!"
"Don't go yet! Jimmy, wait for me... please wait!"
But the boy trembled and clutched at Hattie's small waist.
"Uhhhhh! God damn!'"
Hattie counted the spurts. She could feel him ramming her with his small cock. She
could feel his excitement and had none for herself. She closed her eyes and rocked her
hips and hugged the boy's back, pulling his weight down onto her, bending her knees
up so that this swollen cockhead would go as deep as it possibly could. But her lust
dimmed and was lost.
Finally, Jimmy heaved a sigh and let all of his weight down on her. He lay there for a
long time, trying to get his breathing steady. Hattie squeezed the anger inside her. She
couldn't flip out-not now, not yet.
"Was it good for you?" she whispered, trying to sound loving.
"Mmmmm, yeah."
Jimmy rolled off, his limp cock leaving her. Hattie hardly noticed the difference. She
propped herself on one elbow and watched Jimmy. He was breathing deeply and
evenly, his hands crossed peacefully over his chest. After a few minutes she knew he
was asleep.
"You bastard!" she whispered. The boy slept on, his lips still curved in a silly smile.
"You asshole... you shithead... you"
Hattie stopped and made her thoughts go blank. Then she swung her legs out of bed
and looked down as her husband's cum made a wet spot on the sheet. She pushed her
finger down and gently stroked her clit. It throbbed, lifting its tiny head out from the
pink sheath of its hood.
She could do it that way. Yes. Maybe she would. But first she needed another glass of
champagne.
Closing the bedroom door behind her, Hattie padded barefoot to the kitchen. She
tipped the heavy bottle, splashing some of the contents over her wrist. The bubbles
were still active, and she let them tickle her nose before she downed the whole glass.
There was a scratching at the back door, then the whimper of the dog Jimmy had
mentioned.
Hattie's heart stopped. Or was it just beating faster? She quickly poured another glassful
of champagne and tossed it off.
"No! I can't... I just can't do it!"
A tiny trickle of her husband's jizz was sliding down the inside of her thigh. She let the
droplet reach her knee before using a dishtowel to wipe herself.
The scratching came again.
Hattie's cunt tightened. She tilted the bottle up this time, swallowing hard. She hardly
remembered walking to the door. But her fingers closed around the knob and she
opened it.
"Ohhh, look at you!" she sighed, running her fingers along the German Shepherd's
back. He lapped at her naked knees, whimpering with thankfulness. "Just needed some
company, didn't you?"
Unable to stop herself, Hattie's hand slid under the dog's chest, following the curve
until she felt bare skin, then the furry sheath of his cock. Now the demons had been
released from the attic room. She was panting, her hand massaging the dog's cock. The
animal gave a confused moan and twisted his head around to lick her hand. His cocktip
was pushed out now, red and raw and glossy with slickness. Hattie's chest rose and fell.
She let the hot, wet thing touch her fingers. The Shepherd whined,.
"Come with me, you big beautiful beast," she whispered, hooking the dog's collar.
The apartment wasn't large, but there was a small space of privacy behind the sofa.
That was where Hattie pushed the big dog onto his side. With both hands she urged his
cock to hardness.
She'd lost all sense of propriety by now. She had to do what she had to do. And as she
watched that thing lengthen, her tongue moved sexily across her bottom lip until it was
as glossy as the dog's pricktip.
"Mmmmm..." Hattie moaned, lowering her mouth to the Shepherd's erection.
It seemed natural for her tongue to search out the bumps and hollows. She licked him
with gentle strokes, feeling the dog's surprise, calming him with her hands. He pawed
the air and his eyes rolled. But he didn't try to stop her from sucking. And now she had
her mouth around that luscious spongy tip. She caressed it with her tongue until the
beast began to hunch his hindquarters. For a few seconds, she let him fuck her mouth
like that. Then she stopped and wiped a hand across her chin.
Hattie straddled the dog and, holding his cock up with thumb and forefinger, backed
her throbbing cunt down onto it.
The touch of their flesh made an electric thrill go through her. She worked her ass
around, rubbing the delicate folds of her pussy with that firm, slippery knob. With her
knees spread on the rug, her cunt-crevice was peeled wide. She fit her hole around the
smooth barb and moved her ass in slow circles as the stiff cock was pushed into her.
"Uhhhhh! Ohhhhh, that's what I needed! Needed so bad!"
The dog was confused, but the pleasure of having his stiff thick cock surrounded by
such heat and softness was enough to keep him on his back. He licked her naked tits
instinctively and her nipples tingled with the same fever that enveloped her cunt.
Inside her, she could feel her delicate flesh opening around the sharpness of the dog's
streamlined glans. As the rhythmic tightening of her cunt grew stronger, so did the
animal's hunching movements. He was fucking her with upward jabs as she squatted
over him, her cunt dripping juice.
"Ohhhh, yess! Ohhhhh, good doggy! Ohhhh, do it to me faster... faster!"
By now the Shepherd's cock was sliding into the deepest, hottest part of her pussy. She
let him lick her face, her neck, her breasts. She buried her mouth in the fur of his neck
and whipped her ass from side to side. The beast's haunches came up from the rug with
quick jerking movements. The head of his cock bulged fat and hot, and the lining of
Hattie's young pussy swathed the sensitive knob with juice.
"Uhh... nhhhaaaaaahhh!" she gasped, her ass dancing over the dog's loins.
She could hear the hot sucking sound of her cunt being speared by that hot prick. She
could feel her clit tingling wildly as the excruciating thrills raced along her belly and
down her thighs.
But the itchiest, most wonderful sensation was in the fevered flesh of her hole. The
thick barb raked pleasure from her again and again until she knew she'd soon find that
paradise she'd longed for all these months.
"Whhhaaaah... ohhhh, it's wonderful! Ohhhh, it's going so deep!"
Hattie plunged her ass up and down, skewering herself over and over again on the
German Shepherd's big cock. She came gloriously, the throes shuddering through her
slowly, tantalizingly. She moaned into the thick fur of the animal's neck as her trim
hips rocked and shuddered. The dog, still confused, licked her ear hungrily, heightening
the ecstasy of her convulsions, until at last she was finished, babbling happily as she
rolled onto her side.
The dog's cock was still very erect as she pulled her cunt free of him. Hattie turned and
pulled the shining red spike up from his belly with both hands, drooling to have the
hot cum of his lust.
As her teeth sank into the purple head, the dog yipped and thrashed his haunches
wildly. But Hattie pulled the stiff rod deeper, her tongue washing it excitedly, her
fingers digging deep into the firmness of his ballsac.
All the frustrations of the past months were ending now. She had become a wild girl, a
dog girl, a lover of beasts! She wished she could live like the Shepherd she was sucking.
She wished she could be his bitch. Her hot little mouth slurped noisily as she tried to
draw the cum from his body. .
The dog yipped again, his body twisting in the throes of total release. She felt the
stiffness jerking against the roof of her mouth. Her heart thudded. The thick cream
poured onto her tongue. She jacked his prick as she sucked. Her other hand squeezed
his hot nuts. She was making hungry sloppy sounds as she nursed the cum from him,
gulping it down as quickly as it spattered into her throat.
Weakly she stood to lean against the sofa. The Shepherd was resting on his side, his
prick still jutting from its sheath, his eyes soft as he gazed at his new human lover.
Hattie smiled and walked to the bedroom door. Jimmy was still sleeping, still smiling in
the comfortable fatigue of his recent effort between her thighs. Hattie got in bed and
stared at his limp cock. She took it in her hand and kissed it with her cummy lips.
Jimmy stirred, but before he awakened, she pulled the soft worm into her mouth and
began to suck it hungrily.
"Hattie! For God's sake..."
She gave him a wide-eyed look. Her voice sounded strange to her. But the words made
perfect sense: "Fuck me! Fuck me like a dog would!"
Jimmy stared at her as if he'd just awakened in a strange place, as if he didn't know her.
Hattie got to her hands and knees and wiggled her ass back and forth at him.
For a moment there was just silence. Then Jimmy moaned and she felt his weight as he
mounted. His cock was hard now, and somehow he fumbled it up against her cuntlips.
She moved, touched him with her hand. He was inside, hunching wildly.
"Bite me! Ohhhhh., God damn it, bite my neck!"
Jimmy obeyed, his breath ragged and hot. Now he was getting deep, his hips slamming
against her soft ass. Hattie smiled. Her eyes wide and unfocused as her pussy
responded. And before Jimmy's hot jism boiled into her cunt, she reached three
glorious climaxes.
"Ohhh, Jimmy, that was so nice!"
"Mmmmm..." he moaned back, ready for another nap.
But that was okay with Hattie. Because her other lover was waiting for her in the next
room. She left the bedroom, went to sit on the sofa so that her cunt hung off the edge
of one large cushion. And smiling, she watched the German Shepherd lap the spilled
cum from her cunt. With heels drawn back against her ass, she let the feast continue
until the shivering pleasure was driving her mad again. Maybe being married wasn't
going to be so bad, after all.


THE END
