DAUGHTER'S TRAINED PET
By Bob Wallace


Chapter 1

Young Betsy Grimes rolled over and laughed as her ten-month-old pet German
shepherd, Tippy, jumped up on the bed.
"You better get off," she warned, giggling gleefully as she roughhoused with her pet.
"Mommy will make you go out in the yard if she catches you."
Tippy didn't seem to care. He was in a playful mood, wagging his tail, his long pink
tongue hanging out of his panting mouth. He snuggled against her neck, licking her as
they romped on the bed.
"Ooooo!" she cooed, twisting away. "You'll get me all wet." She rolled away, giggling.
Her sky-blue eyes sparkled with happiness.
Tippy enjoyed the game. As puppies do, he growled playfully, nipping and licking
Betsy's shoulders as she lay on her belly, laughing. She rolled onto her back, throwing
her arms around Tippy's thick neck.
"Gotcha," she laughed, trying to throw the dog over on his side.
She continued to playas he struggled, his tongue slapping her chin. He managed to
wriggle away from her childlike hold. She grabbed him again, enjoying his sweeping
tongue on her eyes and cheeks.
"You're soaking me," she chortled. Panting, she dropped back on the bed to catch her
breath. "Ooooo!" She moved her face from side to side as he licked, those same strange
feelings washing over her teenaged body as before.
Betsy tried pushing his snout away from her neck. She caught a glimpse of his cock
peeking out of its hairy thick-skinned sheath. She gasped.
"Tippy!" she said, reproach in her voice. "Your cock is sticking out, shame on you."
His big dark eyes looked soulful, and he sat back on his haunches, whimpering as if he
had been scolded, and the thin pointed red tip of his cock sticking out farther. Betsy's
eyes widened and she stared curiously at the dog's prick, a strange constriction in her
stomach.
"You put that away," she said, her breathing shallow. For the first time she touched the
warm red flesh of his cock. "Bad dog, bad dog!"
She hit his cock tip with her finger. Instead of his cock shrinking back into its sheath, it
stuck out farther.
"GOD," Her hand went to her mouth. "TIPPY! If you're not good, I won't take you to
obedience school tomorrow. They don't take bad dogs with their cocks sticking out all
over the place." She laughed again, a dirty laugh that brought tears to her eyes.
The dog ignored her admonishment and yelped, pushing Betsy back on the bed with
his snout. In her surprised state, she fell easily, unable to tear her eyes off the red
doggie prick that was peeking boldly out of its covering like never before.
Tippy stood over his pretty young mistress, licking her neck. His snout shook and the
buttons of her blouse opened with ease, exposing the soft tit flesh above her bra. He
licked, his tongue wetting the material of her white lacy bra.
Betsy had frozen. Her concentration on his protruding cock had kept her from reacting
immediately. Regaining her senses, she shouted: "Tippy!" Her hands gently pushed his
snout, but he would not be put off. "Stop!" her resistance was weakening. "Aaaaaa." She
dropped her arms to her sides, allowing the dog to lick as he pleased while she
hypnotically stared at his prick.
As he was licking her neck and the uncovered flesh of her tits, Betsy reached under him
and touched his prick again. It came out more. "Shit," she whispered. "You're sooo
big!"
Tippy whined. His cold nose and long slapping tongue were soaking Betsy's tits above
her bra. He nuzzled his pointed snout underneath the lace, his tongue like a viper,
swiping across her nipple that was beginning to swell.
"Mmmmm," she sighed, the exotic tongue making her hot, a condition she found
herself in more and more this summer.
Her parents had brought Tippy home as' a graduation present, and she had fallen in
love with the gangling shepherd at once.
"Stop it, Tippy." Her tone was not too convincing.
Tippy ignored her mild protests, savoring the taste of his sexy mistress. The tip of her
nipple, where his tongue slapped, fascinated the long-legged animal. Snorting, he
burrowed his cold nose under the white lace, his teeth nibbling on her tit.
"Noooo!" she squealed. "Stop it! Stop it!" She came out of her reverie and rolled over,
protecting her tit flesh from the dog's' persistent tongue. She lay on her belly,
trembling, 'enjoying the tingling sensations through her body. She should never have
been so brazen as to let Tippy lick her tits. It was dirty, and her mother could have
come home by now and walked in. She kept her arms tucked underneath her body and
half hoped Tippy would jump off the bed and leave her tits alone. She was hot again
and wanted to play with her pussy.
Tippy, still playful and horny, didn't leave. He growled supportively and nipped
harmlessly on her shoulders and back. He began to whine for Betsy to play with him.
Her blouse didn't feel as good against his tongue as her soft silky tit flesh had.
Sniffing, he searched for bare skin, his snout trying to get under her blouse. It was
impossible and he gave up, sniffing down over her tight jean cut-offs. He sniffed the
heated scent exuding from between his mistress's legs. He buried his pointed snout
between her legs and yelped happily.
"Noooo!" she squealed, frightened and also intrigued by what the dog was doing.
Automatically, she clamped her legs together, catching his long snout.
Tippy pulled out and barked his displeasure. Not to be denied, he tried again, but could
not stick his nose between her firmly closed thighs. He settled for the bare flesh of her
legs, licking her calves and ankles, working his way up methodically to her thighs.
"You'd better stop," Betsy warned; her mind full of conflicting emotions. "If Mommy
sees you, I'll catch hell." She kept her thighs closed tightly, but enjoyed his tongue. It
was making her flesh tingly and goose bumps were dotting her skin.
Tippy lapped intently on her thighs, enjoying the feel of her smooth skin against his
swiping pink tongue. He inched his nose under the frayed edges of her cut-off jeans. He
dropped to his belly, his cock rubbing into the bedspread. As if trying to get a favorite
toy from an impossible place, Tippy wormed his nose under her faded jean shorts, his
tongue slithering out and lapping the fleshy part of Betsy's ass cheeks.
Betsy was shocked put of her senses, feeling Tippy's tongue squiggling underneath her
shorts. His tongue was beginning to drive her crazy.
"Ohhh, nooo," she sighed.
But the passion in the young girl was growing, growing along with her curiosity about
anything sexual. Instead of fighting it and making him leave the room, she parted her
legs to a shivery sigh escaping her open mouth as his tongue slithered along her pantyclad crotch.
With his newfound freedom, Tippy worked his tongue into her shorts wriggling it
along her damp pussy. Betsy's scent was stronger here arousing the young dog, who
was squirming on the bed, his long tail sweeping back and forth across the spread. He
wiggled his ass, his cock rubbing across the nap of the spread and tormenting him. Like
the girl, the dog was growing hotter. His curiosity, like the girl's, was growing stronger.
Betsy was squirming on the bed, the dog's tongue doing things to her pussy that only
happened to her at night. It was then that she would put her fingers between her legs
and relieve the pressure of adolescence that built steadily during the day, from the
moment she woke until she could quiet it at night.
For a second, she wallowed in what was happening, her conscience salved as she
blamed the dog. She had tried to stop him. Suddenly, the image of her mother coming
home and catching her startled her out of her dreamy world. Her mother would
definitely disapprove.
She rolled, falling off the bed, Tippy jumping down after her. The scent and moistness
of Betsy's panty-clad crotch had inflamed the young dog's mind. He was hell-bent on
licking his mistress.
"Tippy," she sighed, struggling to her feet, the dog's snout jabbing between her slender
legs. "You damn horny dog." She stumbled to the door, giggling nervously, an idea
forming in her head.
She gulped and her hand circled the knob and opened the door. The dog's persistence
was making her crazy. She stood there, parted her legs unconsciously and peered down
the hall.
"Mom..." She waited. There was no answer. "It's just you and me, Tippy."
Her breathing was shallow and raspy, her small budding tits rising and falling rapidly.
She wavered between locking herself in the room with Tippy and sending him away
and finger-fucking herself.
"Jesus Christ!" she moaned, finally closing the door, the decision to keep the dog with
her, making her head spin.
With trembling hands she turned the lock, thankful her mother hadn't come home yet.
If she had been downstairs, she knew her bravery and desire to experiment with Tippy
would have evaporated into thin air. She turned, pushing Tippy's nose from her crotch.
"You sit and wait," she whispered, not believing what she was about to do. "You got me
all hot, you stupid dog!"
Tippy sat erect, his tail swishing across the floor. He was excited, his prick sticking out,
his ass squirming. He gazed up at his teenaged mistress and whimpered, his tongue
lolling out. He seemed to sense something was going to happen, and he was patient.
Betsy seemed to waver, afraid of doing what she had planned. The memory of his wet
tongue on her tit flesh and across her nipple, along with the tantalizing pressure of his
nose against her virgin pussy, was a temptation she couldn't fight.
"Okay you horny little bastard." She giggled and took her blouse off. "You can lick my
tits, but that's all."
The muscles in the young dog's body seemed to ripple. He barked his approval and
offered Betsy his big paw.
"Wanna seal the bargain, huh?" she laughed, taking the dog's paw. "You better be
good." She reached behind her back, unsnapping the two hooks. "Aaaaa." She pulled
the bra off her tits and tossed it on the chair with her blouse. "Mmmmm." She rubbed
her budding young tits, massaging the soft warm flesh.
"Wanna lick?" She leaned forward, swaying her tits at her dog. "Go on, lick." She
cupped her tits, squeezing them in her hands, the pink nipples swollen with lust.
Tippy lifted his head and slapped his tongue over the offered tit flesh, soaking the skin.
He whimpered, licking frantically, the nipples stiffening into tiny bullets. His tongue
swished across these sensitive tips, making Betsy sigh in heavenly delight. He nipped
one nipple, bringing Betsy out of her dreamy hot world.
"Bad dog!" she scolded, standing erect. "If you're gonna bite my tits, you can go." She
put her hand on the door as if to threaten her dog.
Tippy yelped, sensing her displeasure. He snuggled against her bare leg, wagging his
tail.
"Ooooh, awww right," she said, giving in to her passion. "You're forgiven." She stroked
his back, anxious to get on the bed and put her fingers on her cunt. "C'mon."
Tippy leaped up on the bed first, barking happily, his tail making a draft in the small
bedroom. His long cock was fully extended now, and it looked like a fiery pole.
"God damn," Betsy said, admiring her pet's cock as she climbed up on the bed again.
"Gotta get you a nice bitch to fuck someday." She lay back. "C'mon, lick me."
She brought her arms together, making her small tits appear bigger, more mature. She
glanced down at her tits, wishing they were big. "Lick me, you bad horny dog." She was
panting, her cherry nipples swollen and aching for the dog's wet tireless tongue.
Tippy looked down into her face and swiped his tongue across her mouth, the tip
slipping between her lips, coming into contact with her tongue. He did it again, this
time penetrating deeper.
"Oooh, shit, Tippy," she said, wiping her mouth. "You're one damn horny French
kisser." She giggled and opened her mouth, wanting him to do it again, and this time,
to be prepared. "You wanna be my boyfriend, huh?"
Tippy barked and licked her face, his tongue slithering into Betsy's open eager mouth.
He was startled for a second by her eagerness to suck and lick his tongue. He pulled
out, eyeing his mistress quizzically.
"Don't ya like it?" she teased, her body flushed with excitement. "C'mon and give me a
nice wet sexy kiss." She opened her mouth, taunting the animal with her pink tongue,
wiggling it at him.
Tippy licked Betsy's tongue. Enjoying himself, he snaked his tongue into her mouth
again, no longer frightened when she sucked it. He slithered it into her throat and out
again, licking her face approvingly.
Betsy choked and gasped, never expecting him to go into her throat. Everything was so
new, so forbidden. She put her mouth to Tippy's, wanting his tongue again. Her hands
unconsciously began to milk and knead the flesh of her tits.
"Oooh, Tippy," she sighed. "Lick my mouth. Unnnn." She flashed her tongue again,
trembling, hoping for his rubbery pink tongue.
Tippy didn't disappoint her. He licked his tongue over her eyes and cheeks and into her
mouth. He wormed it into her throat, shaking himself, his tail going crazy. He whipped
it out and did it again, enjoying the strange sensation of her sucking mouth.
Betsy was overjoyed. She licked Tippy's invading tongue, sucked on it, and chewed
lightly on it. Her head was reeling...
"Ohhhh, Tippy!" She moaned, hugging him, rubbing her bare tits against his fur.
"You're getting me so damn shittin' hot!" She giggled and threw herself back on the
bed. "Lick my fuckin' tits." She liked using dirty words. It made her feel grown-up.
"Lick my tits, you horny prick!" She shook her shoulders, making her tits jiggle like
gelatin.
Tippy lowered his head to her jiggling tit flesh, earnestly licking her pink tit meat and
the darkening nipples that capped each small mound of wet tit flesh. His slobbering
pink tongue bathed spit all over her tits and belly. He began to whimper, his nibbling
teeth nipping the rubbery tips of her swollen nipples.
"Ohhhh, Tippy!" she swooned, delirious with the way the dog was soaking her
blooming tit flesh. "Ohhh shit Tippy." Her hands skimmed down over her belly, taking
a few wet slaps from the German shepherd's tongue as she fumbled with the snap on
her faded shorts.
Tippy licked every inch of bare flesh Betsy exposed to him – arms, belly, tits, neck and
face, with an occasional' lick into her gasping mouth. He was thrashing his hairy tail
back and forth, the experience as new to the dog as to the girl. He whimpered. He was
an exuberant puppy, big, gawky, and horny. His long doggie prick throbbed, exposed
to the delight of the virgin youngster's eyes.
"Ohhh, shit," Betsy moaned, squirming, feeling naughty and grown-up. Her hand
pulled her shorts apart, the metal zipper echoing ominously as it was forced open. It
was as if it were an announcement that innocence was about to be lost.
Her, hand skimmed down into her panties. Her crotch was soaked, drenched with the
sweetsmelling nectar of her virgin cunt.
"Ohhh, my fuckin' pussy is creaming!" She giggled as her hot ass was squirming on the
bed. With her arms close together and her hands between her legs, the action made her
young tits swell together like twin scoops of vanilla ice cream.
Tippy was enjoying his dessert treat. He moved down to the heady scent coming from
between Betsy's legs, barking and yelping when he was refused entry to the sweettasting 
meat of her cunt.
Gasping, Betsy brought one hand out from her crotch, pushing the highly aroused
shepherd away. "No!" she wailed, annoyed with the dog as he broke her concentration.
"My tits damn it!"
She jiggled her tits at him, hoping he would give up on his insane desire to get between
her legs and put his drooling mouth on her pussy. She pushed her fingers back down
into her panties, stroking her clit, shaking her tits.
"Ohhhh! Ohhhh!" she cried, hot pussy juice soaking her fingers while Tippy
momentarily licked happily again on her wet tits. Humping her slim hips, she stroked
her fingers through her mushy cunt, parting the velvety lips of her pussy, other fingers
deftly working on her stiff clit.
"Dnnnn," she moaned, the sound of her voice humming in her ears. Having the dog
lick her tits had been a stroke of brilliance. She was overjoyed. "Bite them! Bite my
tits!" She was thrashing on the bed, spiraling up to the peak, her tits jiggling, her hips
jerking, and Tippy kept nipping on her nipples. "Ooooh! OOOOOOOO!"
Tippy, in his horny exuberance, broke Betsy's concentration again. She hovered at the
peak, trembling as Tippy moved away from her tits, barking and burrowing his pointed
snout in her opened jeans.
"God damn it," she growled at him, angry and frustrated.
She tried pushing the dog away, but Tippy would have none of it. She pulled her hands
out of her jeans and juicy pussy. Immediately, Tippy's cold nose pushed into her
panties, his long eellike tongue slithering out and across her clit. The contact was
electrifying. The sensation was astounding, and she was shaking, angry for not thinking
of it herself.
"Ohhhh boy, Tippy," she sighed dreamily, the idea of having her virgin cunt licked off
boggling her young impressionable mind. She used her hands, pushing down her
panties and shorts, anxious to get them off. She kicked her legs into the air, her shorts
and panties flying to the floor. She was finally naked, and Tippy was already sticking
his muzzle between her closed thighs.
"Christ!" she groaned, slightly apprehensive about having Tippy lick her cunt. "You
bite me and I'll kick you in the fuckin' balls." She closed her eyes and spread her legs,
trembling in fear and passion.
Tippy yelped and began whining. His tongue sloshed on her pussy, lapping the flow of
warm creamy pussy juice that seeped from inside his young mistress's cunt. He ran his
tongue up through her puffy pussy lips, across her hard blood-filled clit, and through
her silky cunt hair. The route of his tongue drove Betsy out of her mind. He did it
again, enjoying the taste of her cunt juice as much as Betsy was enjoying the sweet
sensation of having her cunt licked.
"Ohhhh, Tippy!" she cried, humping her bare ass up and down on the bed. She thrust
her pussy at the dog's burrowing snout. "Inside, Jessssusss inside my cunt hole!" She
reached down, using her fingers to part her pussy lips, exposing her virgin cunt gash to
his snout and wriggling nose. "Lick meeee!"
Tippy dropped to his belly, angling his muzzle between Betsy's legs, his tongue snaking
into the entrance of her virgin pussy and licking and then licked his chops, apparently
liking the source of all that sweet-tasting cunt juice.
Betsy was ecstatic. She squirmed down, trying to capture his tongue. In her frenzy, she
banged into his nose, making the dog lift his head and bark.
"Jesus," she mumbled, trying not to anger the dog, and at the same time work her hips
so her clit would bang into his teeth. "Aaaah!" It was exquisite. "Aaaah!"
Highly agitated, the animal began nipping, his teeth biting, grazing her clit and cunt
lips. He growled, her humping crotch making him angry. He used his tongue and teeth,
never really biting, only nipping.
"Yessss!" Betsy cried out, jerking on the bed in ecstasy as the dog treated her pussy to
the first contact with anything but her fingers. "Ohhhll, Tippy! Tippy!" She was
overwhelmed with joy. The sensations shooting through her pussy were magnificent.
She found herself being skyrocketed higher, her orgasm within reach, only a breath
away.
"God damn I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum! "She didn't believe it herself. She went
wild, jerking and churning her ass on the bed, the dog whining and licking, nipping
occasionally on her clit.
Her hands roamed over her body, kneading her flesh. She was overjoyed. She was
fucking her dog's mouth, leaving her hands free to add to her pleasure. She milked her
tits roughly, scratching the nipples. Her head swam in a sea of passion. She spread her
legs wider, wishing she could cram Tippy's whole head into her cunt...
Tippy plunged his tongue into her pussy and butting his nose into the cherry skin of
her innocence. He growled, frustrated, forced to lap only at the entrance, unable to get
to the inside where the cunt juices originated. He shook his head, baring his teeth and
whimpering; he was an overgrown puppy experiencing a girl's body.
"Make me cum Tippy she began to wail." "Ohhhh... God, I... I... can't cum!" She was
sobbing hysterically. "I can't cum!"
She became a wildcat, jerking, writhing uncontrollably on the bed. Tippy's erratic
action on her pussy was swirling her around at the peak. It was like riding a roller
coaster that couldn't make it over the top, only up almost to the peak, and then back
down again.
Tippy, exuberant and untrained, drove Betsy wild. He licked, and then chewed,
ignoring her clit for a time and licking her cunt hole, never concentrating his efforts on
one area for too long. He licked through her blonde wet cunt hair and over her
trembling thighs, breaking the contact with Betsy's overheated pussy. The juice from
her pussy had flowed over his snout, making him sneeze. He snorted, bringing his head
up, Betsy's wailing making him more agitated.
She was teetering on the edge of losing her mind. She blinked, trying to work her pussy
against Tippy's muzzle. It was thrilling, but she couldn't cum. She grabbed her clit,
clawing the exposed blood-filled sex organ. Tippy's frantic whipping tongue slashed
over her fingers and pussy.
Betsy was delirious. She rolled over on her belly, the dog's inconsistent licking ruining
her chance to come down from where she was spinning, destroying her ability to cum.
She fucked her fingers, bounced her ass up and down in a steady rhythm. "Un  Un!
Unl" she groaned, forgetting about Tippy as she soared up again toward the summit
and the release that, until now, seemed always a breath away.
Tippy barked, snarling at being denied the juicy cunt meat he had been licking. He
snorted, his pointed snout taking the brunt of Betsy's hammering ass as she fucked her
cunt against her fists and pinching fingers. He licked and bit her ass cheeks, his tongue
slipping down over her pussy.
"Yessss," she hissed into her pillow, her face flushing. She was about to climax. The
added sensations of having her ass and pussy licked helped her over the peak.
"Aggghhhhlll!" she screamed, her first orgasm washing over her like a tidal wave. She
humped, almost doubling up, her neck bent, her body and virgin pussy in spasms.
Spending so much time at the summit without relief made her first explosion an intense
and exquisite experience.
"Ohhhh, GOD! I'm cum...minggg!" she shouted, so hot and crazy she forgot about her
mother and that her voice was carrying into the hall. "I'm creammmming!" she gurgled,
her mouth against the pillow this time as the possibility of being caught by her mother
faded from her lustsoaked brain.
Tippy was as happy and thrilled as his mistress. He was making a game out of it all he
jabbed his snout between her legs, darting his tongue along her exploding pussy gash,
lapping great flowing gobs of gooey cunt juice into his mouth. Then he nipped her ass,
making her howl.
Another orgasm swept over Betsy's trembling young body, sweeping her along the
rapid current of her climaxing pussy. Her legs flailed, her fingers gouging her cunt. She
felt Tippy, his tongue whipping her clit and lapping her fingers. Hot orgasms exploded
in her pussy and raced through her quivering body. She hung at the peak, convulsing
in joy, and then careened down the other side, her rollercoaster orgasm nearing its
completion.
Tippy became fascinated with her fingers. He began nibbling on them, catching her clit
about every other time. The action sent Betsy back to the peak again for a brief second.
She hovered in spasms.
"Agggghhhh!" This time, she muffled her screams of lust into the pillow. She shuddered
and dropped her body in a state of flux as she slowly returned to normalcy.
Her pussy was now ultra-sensitive. She pulled her thighs tightly together, forcing Tippy
out of her juicy cunt gash. Quickly, before he started biting again, she rolled over on
her back, grabbing him by the collar. "No! No! No!" Her breathing was still ragged and
shallow. Tippy like the puppy he was barked, squiggled his ass and tried to shake free
of her grip.
She tapped him on the nose and looked at him sternly. "No." She stood on wobbly legs
and hurried to the door. Tippy was right behind her, sniffing and licking her ass, trying
to get his tongue inside the warmth of her virgin pussy.
"God damn horny little prick." She opened the door, letting him out. "Go on. Scoot!"
She tapped him on the ass and he took off, yelping like a spoiled child who couldn't get
his own way.
Betsy watched him go, her heart finally settling into its normal beat.
"Oooohh, God," she whispered. "MOM – MOM! Ya home'!" She waited, trembling in
fear that her mother had heard everything that had transpired between her and Tippy.
"Whewwww!"
She sighed with relief when she didn't receive an answer to her call. She closed the door
again and locked it, returning to her bed. She threw herself down, her tired body aching
from her fabulous experience.
"Ohhhh, Tippy," she whispered, closing her eyes, "I've got to teach you so much."


Chapter 2

"You sit there and wait," Betsy whispered. She petted Tippy's head, and he licked her
hand. "Don't make any noise."
Tippy looked up at his mistress, his eyes bright and alert, his long tail slapping the
carpeted hallway. He whimpered, finding it difficult to keep from barking.
She put a finger to her lips. "Shhhhh!" she turned and walked into the living room.
Her father looked up and smiled. "I see you're ready for bed." He gave her his cheek...
expecting his usual nightly kiss.
Betsy kissed him, and then did the same to her mother.
"Where's the dog?" her mother asked.
"He's in the hallway, waiting for me," Betsy said.
"How come he's not outside in his doghouse?"
Betsy frowned. She looked for her father for support. "He starts obedience school
tomorrow. Can't he stay in my room with me?"
Frank Grimes smiled at his wife. "C'mon Kay, It can't hurt."
Kay Grimes shook her head at her husband. He was as much a child as Betsy. She
smiled at her daughter. "What about the doghouse we bought for him?"
Betsy screwed up her face. "He doesn't like it," she said, speaking for Tippy. "When
he's in the house with us, he's better able to protect us from burglars."
"Not locked in your room," Frank said, laughing.
"Awwwww, please!" she begged. "He likes sleeping with me."
"All right," Kay Grimes said. She stared sternly at Frank. "It's your fault. You spoil
her."
Betsy wasn't paying any attention. She kissed them both again and ran happily from the
room.
"You spend too much time with that dog," Kay called-out to her, but her words fell on
deaf ears.
Frank shook his head. "You don't know how it is, hon you never had a pet when you
were a kid."
Kay ignored him, going back to the television program.
Betsy didn't care. She was happy beyond belief. Tippy could stay with her. It was only
the third time he had been allowed in her bedroom since he became her pet.
"C'mon, Tippy," she whispered, heading for the stairs. "Let's get upstairs before Mom
changes her mind." She giggled and rushed up the steps, taking two at a time, with
Tippy playfully nipping at her heels.
Inside her room, Betsy closed the door. She flicked on the light near the bed and
clicked off the bright overhead light. The lamp cast long exotic shadows. She shivered
excitedly. It was going to be one of many fabulous evenings she would have with Tippy.
Tippy was fidgety as he sat, his large dark eyes shining at his young mistress. He
barked.
Betsy flicked her finger on his nose. "Ssshhhh! You want Mommy to chase you out?"
Tippy whimpered, rubbing his head against Betsy's legs.
"You be quiet," she scolded softly. She pulled her top up over her head and tossed it on
the chair. In seconds, she was naked, standing in front of her mirror with Tippy by her
side. She patted his head. "Good boy," she whispered. "Good boy."
She examined her body in the reflection, seeing the changes – the fullness of her hips,
the swelling of her tits, which made her waist seem smaller. She turned around, looking
at her back and noticing the firm mounds of her ass cheeks. She turned back around to
view her front again, her fingers skimming down her smooth belly to the silky blond
hair of her pussy. She made a smacking sound with her mouth and tongue.
"C'mon Tippy." She parted her legs, anxious to watch in the mirror when Tippy licked
her pussy. The dog whined and began sniffing her pussy, the scent of her juicy cunt
arousing him again. He licked her thighs, his tongue whipping up between her fingers
that held her pussy lips apart, and through the moist cunt gash. His tail was sweeping
back and forth as he sat on his squirming ass, his snout digging between his mistress's
lush inner thighs.
Betsy was fascinated with her sexy naked image, with Tippy"s head snuggling between
her legs. "Oooooh, Tippy Lick me! Lick meeee! "She moved her hips in hot sexy circles.
Watching herself; she looked at her silken-haired cunt, the pink cunt gash glistening
with her pussy juice as Tippy's tongue swiped through it, and his slobbering spit was
running over her fingers.
Tippy sloshed his tongue through her pussy slit, the juices of her cunt soaking his snout
as he licked it into his mouth. He jabbed his pointed muzzle in her pussy, shaking his
head as he snorted.
Betsy moaned, keeping her voice low.
Her legs weakened, buckling at the knees. She pushed him away and fell to the floor in
front of the mirror. She spread her legs in a wide vee, the red gash of her wet juicy
virgin pussy opening up for Tippy's tongue. She rubbed her fingers through her cunt
gash, and Tippy climbed between her legs and 'dropped to his belly.
Sitting on her ass, Betsy eyed her own reflection, her eyes rolling. She squiggled her ass
on the floor, pushing her cunt against her dog's hard pointed snout.
"Un! Un! Un!" she grunted, grinding her clit into his nose. "Unnnnn Tippy!" She
pawed her tits, the image of herself in the mirror turning her on more. She squeezed
her tits together, hefting them up and licking her lips, posing and pretending she was
doing a nude layout for a magazine. She shook her shoulders, her jiggling tit flesh
making her hotter. "Ewwwww," she whined, sucking in her breath as Tippy's tongue
worked her pussy into a lather. She was captivated by the image in the mirror as Tippy
licked her cunt; it was like watching a dirty movie.
"Ummmm," she moaned deliriously, moistening her lips with her tongue. She humped
up at Tippy, her ass bouncing. Her head was spinning and she knew the sound of her
ass banging up and down would soon bring her parents upstairs to check on her.
"Damn it, damn it, damn it!" She was dazed with passion, her cunt pulsing hotly.
"Fuck!"
She rolled over, making Tippy yelp his protests whenever her pussy was taken away
from him. He scrambled to his feet, following her ass as she got on all fours, making
sure she' could see herself in the mirror.
"Go on," she urged. "Now you can lick both fuck holes." She wriggled her ass at him
and was rewarded by a wet slapping tongue. "Eeeeewwwwww!" She pushed back, trying
to get his snout in her ass.
Rocking unsteadily, Betsy dropped to her shoulders, her face on the floor as the blood
rushed to her head. She was still facing the mirror. With her hands freed, she reached
behind her ass, parting the cheeks of her ass, giving her German shepherd a better
chance to wedge his tongue into her body.
"Mmmmmm," she sighed dreamily while Tippy's tongue saturated her tiny ass crack.
"Inside," she gasped, her eyes popping at the obscene mirror image of herself. Her ass
was propped high in the air, her back slanting down to her head, and her face was red,
glaring into the mirror. She wished ail other mirror was behind her, and she would
have loved to watch the dog lick out her ass. She pushed back, impatient for her pet to
ream out her asshole. '
Tippy was overjoyed. Whimpering, he slopped his tongue over the length of her crotch,
licking across both openings – her wet juicy pussy hole with her constantly flowing
pussy juices, and her asshole, which he soaked with doggie spit and the cream of her
cunt that adhered to his, tongue. He shoved his greedy muzzle into her cunt lips,
reaming his tongue at her virgin pussy, frustrated again by the thin cherry skin of her
virginity.
"My asshole you stupid fuckin', dog!" she blurted in a heated stupor, her voice strained,
gasping, and spittle drooling from her lips as she talked. She pushed back angrily. "My
asshole!"
Tippy barked and drew back. He sat for a moment, watching his pretty mistress's ass
shake. He licked her flesh again his tongue lingering on her tiny asshole. It seemed to
catch his pussy curiosity. He licked her ass, pressing hard, feeling the wrinkled asshole.
He did it again, the tip of his tongue working into the tightness of her asshole.
"Ummmmm," Betsy moaned. "Yesssss." She was overjoyed with Tippy's tongue. She
pushed back, rocking on her knees as she thrilled to her pet's tongue probing her
asshole. She stared dreamily into the mirror. It was great!
She reached underneath herself, her fingers grazing along her cunt slot, scratching hotly
at her tiny blood-gorged clit. Hot shivery tremors swept through her pussy. She
watched her image in the mirror. She jerked back against her dog. She could see his red
cock gleaming. It was going to be better than this afternoon. She began humping her
ass back at her frenzied dog.
"Lick meeee!" she groaned; her voice deep, heavy with lust. "Inside me, Lick out my
asshole, you little bastard!" Betsy was racing wildly to the peak and to her orgasm.
Tippy was aroused again, the scent of her tight asshole intriguing him. He pushed his
tongue into her, finally sinking it into her tight asshole. He reamed her ass, his tongue
like an enraged snake. He snorted, pulling his tongue out and licking again, slurping
the juice of her pussy and washing it across her ass crack.
"Unnnnnnhhh," Betsy moaned" floating on a cushion of passion. The exquisite
pleasure when Tippy plunged his tongue into her asshole blew her mind, turning her
naked image in the mirror to a gray fuzzy mirage. She shook, hating it when his tongue
came out. "Fucker, Fucker!" she mouthed over and over again, frustrated by Tippy's
lack of concentration.
She clawed her clit and kept her ass high in the air, hoping Tippy would fuck his
tongue back into her asshole again. She pulled on her clit, racing hotly to her climax.
She was fascinated with her own image, the sight adding another dimension to her
newly discovered sex life.
Tippy licked her asshole again, remembering how he had gotten his tongue inside. He
pushed, slithering his tongue into Betsy's asshole. He reamed his tongue around in the
tight channel, licking the clinging walls and digging deeper this time. "Aaaaahhhh,"
Betsy wailed, grateful.
It felt like an enema. The journey was over. She floundered on the floor, being swept
up into an orgasm. Tippy's tongue in her ass had been the trigger, the erotic trigger
that sent Betsy plunging into orgasm.
"I'mmmmmm creaming," she gurgled, spit trapped in her throat. "Ohhh, fuckin' Jesus.
I'm creaminggggg!"
She kept her eyes trained on her naked image, seeing herself in the throes of orgasm. It
sent her spiraling higher. She jerked back at Tippy, hitting his snout hard as he cleaned
her asshole with his swiping tongue. . Betsy's action became more intense, her jerking
twisting hips more violent'. Tippy growled, his tongue coming out of her ass. He bit her
jiggling ass cheeks again, forgetting all about licking her ass.
"Aghhhhh," Betsy gasped, her image fading as the blood rushed from her head, surging
to her pulsing pussy as she climaxed over and over again. Blinking, she focused on her
jerking twisting naked body. Her image became two, and then four, blending again as
she grayed out, her knees weakening. She slid to the floor, her legs no longer able to
keep her up. She writhed like a snake in pain, her clit crunched against her fist.
"Ohhhhh!"
Tippy pawed her twitching ass with his front paw. He whined and lowered his head
and tried getting his tongue back in her asshole. He was having trouble. Her ass cheeks
were tight, the gap between them now closed.
Betsy rolled away, catching her breath.
"You stupid little prick." She grabbed his collar, pulling him close, rubbing her tits
against him. "Ummmm, you'll learn. You'll learn, or I'll go fucking crazy!" Her hand
stroked his side, down his back leg and underneath him.
Tippy whimpered when her hand neared his cock, and he slapped his tongue on her
face. His cock was, fully extended, aching. He tried to fuck her leg, his dark eyes
blazing.
"Ohhhh, nooooo," Betsy teased. "You ain't fuckin' my leg. You don't fuck me until you
learn to lick me right." She tapped his rump and commanded, "Sit."
Tippy sat, his prick jabbing out beneath him. He licked her face as if begging her to do
something. His ass squirmed frantically and, instead of sitting still, he lay down, his
head going between his legs. Whining, he began to lick his cock, trying to alleviate the
painful ache in his balls and hard-on.
Betsy watched, fascinated by the dog's cock. Her mouth began to water. "How would
you like me to do that?" she offered, then realized what she had said. She drove the
obscene thought from her mind and ran her fingers along Tippy's prick, enjoying the
stickiness, and feeling his tongue frantically licking his dripping cock tip.
"Hot, huh?" she giggled.
She slipped her leg between his legs and he leaped on it immediately, fucking his slimy
prick along her leg, trying to hold her with his front paws. His mouth was open, his
teeth bared, his tongue lolling out. His eyes seemed to widen.
"You wanna fuck?"
She was turned on by the dog's unabashed lust. Having him fuck her leg was making
her pussy tingle. She petted him, stroking his side while he fucked his prick against her
leg. She squeezed under his humping body, toying with his cock, scratching it with her
nails.
Tippy whined, his concentration broken, his rhythm inhibited. He barked.
"Shhhh," she hushed him, "If Mom comes up and catches us, you'll never get off." She
rolled him off her leg and on to his side. She feasted her eyes on his prick. "Christ,
you're big!"
Tippy was squirming on his side, his head lifted, and soft whining cries coming out of
his mouth. If he could talk, he would have begged his precious young mistress to either
jerk him off or let him squirt his jism on her 'leg. Enthralled with his prick and the
sensation of having it fucked along her leg, Betsy wrapped her tiny hand around it and
felt the thunderous passion that made the dog's cock throb.
"Holy shit:' she said, squeezing his pulsing prick.
Tippy whimpered, fucking her hand, unable to get traction as he lay on his side. He
tried scrambling to his feet, but she kept him down.
"No:' she ordered sternly, Stay!" She played with his cock, her youthful curiosity at full
peak.
Tippy lowered his, head back to the floor, giving up. He lay there whining, his dark
eyes staring blankly at his mistress.
"Good boy," she soothed, stroking his cock and petting his side with her free hand.
"You lie still and I'll jack you off."
The dog sensed something in Betsy's manner and he calmed down, no longer fighting
to stand up, no longer whimpering his agony. He was docile, contented with Betsy's
hand sliding and jerking up and down his long red pointed prick.
"Yeaaaaaah," she sighed happily, enjoying herself immensely jerking her dog's cock.
She slid her hand all along the cock shaft, sitting cross-legged between his front and
back paws. His prick was hot to the touch and sticky. Her mouth watered, and then
dried up with excitement. She was fighting the nagging urge to put her mouth on the
dog's cock. The idea was dirty – and she was horrified with herself that she even
thought of sucking an animal's prick.
She tore her gaze away from his beautiful red cock, breaking the spell. She let out an
audible murmur, thankful she was in control of her lust again. As her soft ass Squirmed
on the rug, she drew closer to Tippy, her tits jiggling freely.
Gently, she rubbed his prick shaft with the palm of her hand, easing back to his heavy
cumladen balls. She held the furry balls, swooning. She jabbed her other hand on the
dog's piss slot, making Tippy whine loudly. She stopped tormenting his prick tip, not
wanting him to bark and bring her parents upstairs to investigate.
Tippy began to whine softly again, the muscles in his young lean body rippling with
strength. He looked at Betsy, his tongue hanging out of his drooling mouth, saliva
dripping, foaming his lips. She stroked his head lovingly. "Easy boy." The dog laid his
head back and waited, trembling under her hand.
Betsy released his balls and leaned forward, using both hands on his long cock. She
wrapped them both around the cock shaft, squeezing alternately, driving her dog crazy.
It sent spasms trickling along her spine as she controlled her dog.
"You're going to cum real soon," she promised him, as if he could understand. "Real
soon." She squeezed his prick methodically, watching his jerky movements.
Tippy, in the midst of his fiery lust, seemed to be calmed by the tone of Betsy's soft
voice. He settled down, fucking occasionally through her fists as they manipulated his
cock. His neck stretched, his lips drawing back over his fangs, as he approached his
climax. His cock swelled in her hands and he tried to get a fucking rhythm going. But
her hands, like his tongue on her cunt, were out of sync and erratic. His whimpering
cries caught in his gullet as the fire in his balls and prick mounted.
Betsy had no idea she was subjecting the dog to the same teasing frustrations she had
suffered when he licked her pussy. She was enjoying herself, learning and experiencing
the wonders of his doggie cock. She held her hand loosely around his prick shaft, her
fingers barely touching his cock. It was feather light and exciting.
Tippy began to whine, his cock fucking into her fists in a flurry of quick powerful jabs.
Slobbering spit dribbled out of his open panting mouth and he pawed the floor, fucking
in and out of her fists.
"Ummmmm!" Betsy sighed.
She slid her lightly wrapped fingers up and down his cock like a breeze. It drove the
animal wild. Her pussy was beginning to seep again. She put her free hand on her tits,
milking the aching tit flesh, kneading each hot swollen tit in her hand...
Tippy began to yelp. Her feathery touch was taking him to the summit, but with the
light friction on his cock shaft, he couldn't cum. He became more frustrated and more
determined to cum. The pain in his balls was reflected in his eyes as they bulged, the
whites appearing as his eyes rolled.
Betsy came out of the spell she seemed to be under. She saw what her hand was doing
to her animal. She realized his passion and frustration.
"Ohhhh, my fuckin' shit!" she moaned. She clamped her hand around his cock, holding
it tight.
The jerking dog whimpered in relief. He renewed his effort to cum, his hairy balls
sliding on the rug, his prick jabbing into her fist as he raced towards his orgasm, her
tight fist giving him the needed friction, to accomplish it.
"Ohhhh, Tippy," she soothed. "Cummm Tippy. Cream your stuff. Let me see what
your cum looks like." She was captivated by his cock, watching it fuck in and out of her
fist. She watched the cock head going in and out of her hand as Tippy struggled on his
side, getting ready to blast his wad of doggie jizz.
"Cum Tippy cum like I did." She was dying to know what would happen when he
squirted his load. She had heard from her friends about their boyfriends and the white
shit they ejected from their cocks when the girls jerked them off. She hoped the same
was true of dogs. "Let me seeeee! Ohhhhh, Tippy, Tippy!"
The shepherd's balls filled quickly, his cock swelling more, and he lifted up his head,
his neck seeming to stretch as his fangs were bared. His tongue had droplets of slobber
on it, his rubbery lips were drooling and his eyes seemed ready to pop out of his head.
He began yelping, his cock aching, ready to blast cum into Betsy's clinging fist.
Betsy's eyes widened and she waited, shaking with passion and curiosity. "Cummmm,"
she droned, picking up speed, her hand gliding like lightning over his ready-to-explode
bloated cock. "CUMMMMMM!"
Tippy did. The first squirting load of doggie goo shot straight out in a white streamer.
His whining yelps turned into a howl as he continued to squirt his white doggie jizz, a
fountain of cum spraying upwards.
"Ohhhh!" Betsy squealed in delight, her eyes drinking in the fantastic sight of her dog
cumming. "Ohhhhh, my GOD!"
She was caught up in jerking the dog's squirting cock. Her hand began jerking his prick
allover the place, his gushing white spume splattering her tits and face. She was
shocked, thrilled, and turned on – all at once. The dog's cum felt warm against her
flesh.
Her hand didn't stop shifting up and down. Faster and faster her tempo quickened on
the spurting dog cock. The cock shaft pulsed as it surged gushing wads of doggie jizz. It
was all very exciting to young Betsy.
Tippy was yelping again, his squirming lean body writhing in helpless gyrations, wads
of his cum on the rug, his long gangly legs thrashing as he came over and over again.
Betsy was too involved to stop. She didn't believe all the gooey jizz that sprayed out of
the tip of his prick. It was wonderful. She squeezed his cock milking it dry of all the
cum that had been pent-up in his balls for so long. Again and again, she squeezed,
liberating him of his seething cum. One last thick heavy drop seeped from his pointed
cock tip. She took her finger and wiped it off his cock and watched it drip from her
finger to the rug. Her mouth was agape and her tongue was hanging half out. She was
completely absorbed in the dog's hot white cum.
Tippy yelped loudly, her fingers agitating him. He scrambled, attempting to get away
from her demanding hand.
The sound of his noisy yelp pierced her fuzzy brain – and she dropped his prick like a
hot potato. Tippy scrambled to his feet and dashed underneath the bed, licking his
prick until it disappeared inside its protective sheath.
Betsy watched him, bending over and peering under the bed as Tippy ministered to his
shrinking cock. When he was finished licking, Betsy turned her attention to the cum on
her tits and face. She wiped the doggie cum off with her fingers, playing with it in her
hand.
She stood up on wobbly legs and went into the bathroom, turned on the water and put
her hands under it, letting the water rinse away the dog's cum. She wet a washcloth and
returned, wiping up the great gobs of cum that were on the floor. Finished, she looked
at the wet marks and knew they would be gone by morning. She smiled and headed for
the bathroom again for her shower. It had been one fantastic day. A day she would
always remember as the first step into the wonderful world of sex.


Chapter 3

After class Hank Fowler scanned the five people with their dogs sitting obediently by
their sides. His eyes settled on Betsy and her German shepherd, Tippy – a hot grin
played about his mouth.
"You've all done well," he said to the class. "I expect you all to practice with your dogs
every day."
He divided his attention between them all, hurrying his speech so he could talk to the
beautiful teenager alone.
"Remember," he said as they all seemed impatient to leave, "we meet again next week at
eleven sharp. I expect to see quite a bit of improvement from each one of you." He
smiled. "Have a nice week."
Three men, a woman, and Betsy – along with their dogs – seemed relieved as they
sauntered out of the training area, each thinking about the week ahead and what they
had to do with their pets. Dog training seemed to be more than they had bargained for.
"Miss Grimes!" Hank Fowler called. Betsy turned, a surprised look on her pretty face, it
was strange hearing someone call her Miss Grimes. She smiled at the trainer. "Yes, Mr.
Fowler?"
He cleared his throat. "Could I see you for a minute?"
"Of course," Betsy said, her heart beating wildly in her throat. Apprehension clouded
her eyes and she thought Mr. Fowler was going to ask her not to come back.
He smiled, relieving the expression of uncertainty in her eyes. She was definitely a
beautiful girl – long blond hair braided in pigtails, tight jeans that snugly fit her slim
hips, tight ass, and delicious crotch like a second skin.
Betsy gulped, dividing her attention between the sexy Mr. Fowler and his magnificent
Doberman pinscher, Baron.
"He's beautiful," she said, when they were alone. "I hope Tippy learns to do everything
like your dog."
"I'm sure he will," Hank Fowler said. "Would you like a soda?"
His smile and his offer of a soda dissipated most of Betsy's fears about being drummed
out of the training class.
"Thank you." She took the sweaty bottle of Coke and put it to her lips and drank.
Hank leered, his groin aching as he imagined his cock between her soft full innocent
lips, instead of the bottle. "C'mon back in the office and sit down." He turned, Baron in
sync, and walked to his office.
Betsy followed, holding Tippy's leash. "See how well behaved Mr. Fowler's dog is?" she
said to Tippy, who was straining at the leash, not caring about heeling – which was the
lesson they had been practicing for the past hour.
Fowler sat on a chair, Baron beside him. "You have a very nice dog," Fowler said,
sensing something between the two. He wasn't sure, but he had a strong feeling there
was more between them than met the eye: It was the way the girl always blushed when
her shepherd was playful, as if she were afraid of something. He had seen that special
look before.
She looked at him and smiled. "Thank you." Her eyes drifted to the huge Doberman
and she wondered what he was like. Her cheeks blushed and she looked away.
Tippy became excited. He attempted to burrow his nose between Betsy's thighs.
"Stop it, Tippy," she cried, blushing with embarrassment. "Stop it!" She pulled the leash
down and tapped him on the nose.
Hank was sure now. It was plain from the look in her eyes when she stared at Baron,
and her overreaction to her pup's simple desire to play. He could hardly contain this
delight.
"You have a very special relationship with Tippy, don't you?"
"I...I don't know what you mean," Betsy said, cringing inside at the thought of Mr.
Fowler knowing what she had done with Tippy.
"I think you do," he said, smiling at her, his cock stiffening inside his pants. "Would
you be interested in training Tippy in those ways, too?"
Betsy's mouth dropped. She was shocked. It passed quickly, leaving only curiosity and a
hunger for whatever he was hinting at. He had to be good. He trained dogs, didn't he?
Having Tippy trained to lick her pussy the right way would be wonderful.
Hank followed her expression, his hope building by the second. "I can help you achieve
what you want," he said, adding inducement to her already piqued desire.
Betsy looked deep into his eyes, all sorts of erotic thoughts racing through her
imagination. He was handsome and his dog was beautiful. She felt the muscles of her
pussy begin to contract. She glanced at the door leading out of his office and knew that
when she left, she would no longer be a virgin. The idea almost made her have an
orgasm.
"I don't know what you mean," she said meekly, too shy to admit it. She needed to be
led, needed the gentle push of an experienced man. She was mesmerized by his dark
penetrating eyes, and she didn't bother to push Tippy away when he tried to bury his
nose between her thighs again.
"Tippy knows," Hank said, pointing to her horny German shepherd. "Tippy knows
exactly what I'm talking about." He petted Baron's head, scratching his snout. "Baron's
an expert at what you want."
Betsy's knees weakened as her eyes devoured the Doberman, the image of his snout and
his tongue in her pussy making her dizzy.
"Is he, really?" she asked, her voice wavering with emotion.
Hank knew he had the girl.
Betsy's heart skipped a beat. She turned her attention on Hank. "Would we do things,
too?" she asked, hoping he would, innocent enough not to be sure. Once started, sex
seemed to have a snowballing effect.
"Whatever you want," Hank said, wanting to grab the girl and throw her across his
desk and fuck her blind, "Only if you want to do things with me."
She gulped back her fears. "I want to," she said. "I want to very much." Fucking had
been all that was on her mind since she first thought of boys. Now she had the chance
to fuck with a man and have Tippy-taught, too.
"I'm a virgin," she added, hoping that wouldn't make a difference to him and change
his mind.
"I'll take care of that." He stood and walked to the door that led out back, where
another large training area was located. "Let Tippy go, Betsy."
Betsy was in a trance. She unhooked his leash and dropped it. Tippy took off, the sight
of the grass and open grounds too inviting to turn down. She watched her dog go, her
eyes misty.
"He'll be fine," Hank said, closing the door. He reached out his hand.
Betsy gave him hers, allowing him to lead her out of his office and down a quiet hall.
She couldn't control the shaking nerve in her leg, and it felt funny as she walked. She
sucked in her breath, seeing the bed. She was beginning to have second thoughts.
He put his arm around her. "Are you afraid?" he asked gently, leading her into the
small bedroom.
"A little," she confessed. She hung back near the door, the Doberman by her side now.
She petted his head.
Hank settled into a plush chair near the bed. "Sit on my lap, Betsy. You have nothing
to be afraid of anytime you want things to stop, tell me, and we'll forget the whole
thing."
His voice had a hypnotic effect on her. She walked to him as if she had no will of her
own. Her eyes burned into his cock-bulge, her curiosity aroused. Her throat constricted.
She wanted to see Mr. Fowler's cock as much as she wanted to see the Doberman's
doggie prick.
Hank reached out for her. "Relax."
Betsy climbed on his lap. She heaved a heavy sigh, the first barrier overcome. She
snuggled in his arms, feeling safe and excited beyond belief. She felt his hard cock
against her and she wondered when she would see it. Her fuck-lust was driving her on.
Hank, taut and insane with passion, cradled the young girl in his arms, letting her get
used to his touch. He slipped his hand under her delicate chin, tilting her face up, her
warm mouth slightly parted. He kissed her, his tongue darting between her lips and
into her mouth.
The dam of Betsy's emotions burst. All the pent-up desires and passions of her newly
discovered sexuality rushed to the surface. She became a tigress. She clamped her arms
around his neck, sucking on his tongue, experimenting, chewing, sucking, and relishing
the new texture as compared with Tippy's tongue.
"Mmmmm," she gurgled in her throat as she pushed his tongue back and began to
explore his mouth with her own tongue. "Mmmm!"
She squirmed on his lap, wishing their clothes were off and she could feel his prick
against her hot virgin pussy.
For a second, Hank was surprised at the exuberance and passion of the young girl. He
stroked her back and arms, his fingers tracing a line closer and closer to her budding
tits. His hand skimmed up her side, over her flat belly, and up to her tits. He enveloped
the small tit mound in his bear like paw.
Betsy began to tremble. She sucked in her breath. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her
mind seeming to be spinning. His hand was squeezing her tit. It was so unreal, a
fantasy, and so exciting. She began to squirm on his crotch, feeling the throbbing of his
hard cock against her ass. Gasping, she came away from his mouth. Her eyes were
bright. "Ohhhhh, Mr. Fowler. I'm... I'm sooo hot!"
Her natural shyness had all but disappeared. She reached down between her legs,
touching his cock through his pants. "Can I see it?" She wanted to say cock, but didn't.
"See what?" he smiled. She smiled back. It was, going to be even better than she had
thought.
"Let me see your prick. I wanna see your cock." Talking like this to a grown man added
another dimension to her passion. It was ten times better than talking dirty to Tippy.
Mr. Fowler knew what the words meant.
Hank sensed this desire in Betsy. "You can see my cock after I have a look at your
titties." He gave each of her small tits a gentle squeeze. "Okay?"
"Ooooo," Betsy sighed.
She scrambled off his lap, thrilled with the idea of letting a man look at her naked body.
She slipped her hands under her top and swooped it up and over her head. She looked
at him, blinking away the mist of passion that seemed to be blocking her vision. She
unhooked her bra and wriggled the straps off her shoulders, baring her small, perfectly
shaped tits for the first time to anyone. Her face darkened as she blushed.
Hank swallowed hard. He started to speak, but the words didn't come out.
Betsy took his silence as disappointment. "They're small, huh?" She felt lousy. She had
wanted him to like her tits.
He shook his head vehemently, his dark eyes flooding with lust. "No," he assured her.
"Ohhhh, my Christ, no! They're the most beautiful pair of tits I've ever seen." He
motioned with his hand, wanting her to come closer. He wanted to touch her silken
white virgin skin. He wanted to lick the pink swollen nipple that capped each tit
erotically.
Her eyes widened. "Really?"
He nodded, reaching for her. "Ohhhhh, Betsy!" He caressed each tit, each nipple. He
massaged each one, enthralled with their beauty and the innocence they projected.
"Sooooooo beautiful," he murmured, as if talking to himself. "Sooooo beautiful!"
"Mmmmmm," Betsy sighed, jutting her tits out proudly, swooning under his soft
exciting touch. "Lick meeee! Lick my titties." She was without shame, a young girl
caught up in the excitement and sensations of her own body. She wanted, needed to try
everything.
Hank was beside himself with joy. He was enchanted with the horny teenager. She was
a jewel. He licked her tit flesh, his mind boggling with the thought of being the first
male to touch this exquisite tit flesh. He licked across her nipples, sucking one into his
mouth. He flashed his tongue like a whip over her pointed nipple, then sucked as much
tit flesh into his mouth as possible, his hands caressing her sides and the smooth bare
skin of her back.
"Ohhhhh, Mr. Fowler!" she crooned, swaying on her feet. The sucking sensations were
igniting tiny explosions all over her body with an intensity of lust building inside her
pussy. "Suck them hard, Mr. Fowler. Suck my tits hard. Aaaaahhhhh!" She squirmed
against his mouth. She stroked his face, her fingers running frantically through his
black wavy hair. "Oooohhh! Ohhhhhh!"
Hank's hands ran down over her ass-filled jeans. He squeezed the supple flesh of her
ass cheeks. His hands slid around her hips to the buttons of her jeans. Sucking, licking,
and nibbling on the girl's tits, he undid her jeans, pushing them down over her slim
hips along with her panties.
Hank leaned back, his eyes settling on the vision of Betsy's naked body. She was even
more beautiful than he had imagined-long slender legs, slim girlish hips, unblemished
skin, soft creamy tits, and all the signs of a full grown woman emerging. He studied her
face, a blend of childlike innocence and womanly passion. He couldn't tear his eyes off
her. Betsy broke the silence that hung heavily in the room. "Do you like looking at
me?" she asked, her voice thick with passion – yet the child in her was seeking
approval. She knew from the way he was staring that he enjoyed' looking.
"Yes," Hank replied. "Very much, more than you'll ever know."
It thrilled her to be turning on a man the way she was doing. She knew some of the
girls in school had fooled around and had bragged about how they got their boyfriends
hot, but Mr. Fowler was a grown man, and she could tell he was crazy about her.
"Touch my pussy," she whispered, melting under his hot stare. "I'm all wet."
She giggled and stepped out of her jeans and panties. She was wearing white knee socks
and powder-blue sneakers. She parted her legs, the inner flesh of her thighs sticky with
the oozing cream of her virgin cunt.
"God, I'm soooo hot, Mr. Fowler!"
Hank caressed her thighs, denying himself the touch of her pussy, making it more
inviting. There was a strong musky scent, and his nostrils flared. He could refrain no
longer. His fingers skimmed between her parted legs, through the folds of her moist
puffy pussy. The girl was right. Her cunt was soaked, a bubbling oozing furnace of
passion.
"Ohhhhh, Mr. Fowler," she whimpered as his fingers slid through her cunt lips. She
jerked her slim hips against his hand. "Unnnn!" She was rocking on her heels, fucking
Hank's fingers as he glided them through the hot seeping gash of her virgin gash.
Hank snapped the fingers of his free hand. The Doberman, his nose picking up the
scent of the horny teenager, came forward, his master's signal freeing him from his
position next to the chair. He stood behind Betsy, his cold wet nose sniffing Betsy's
thighs and smooth creamy ass cheeks. He slapped out his tongue, swiping it across the
back of her thighs;
"Ohhhh, Mr. Fowler, your dog is licking me!" She squirmed back, eager to feel the
Doberman's tongue on her ass. "Tell him to lick my ass. Tell him!" she pleaded. She
was engulfed in the pleasure his hand was giving her. She felt as if her entire body was
turning to gelatin. "God, I'm gonna... fall..."
Hank caught the girl. "Easy, baby," he said. He helped her to her knees, her head
resting on his lap, the hardness of his cock against her face. "Relax. We have a lot to
do."
"Ohhhh," she sighed. She rubbed her cheek against his cock bulge. "Can I see your
prick now?" She was hugging his leg, jutting her ass out for the Doberman to lick.
"Anytime you're ready, Betsy," he said, caressing her shoulders.
He leaned back, his cock aching, and his groin tight, drawn up in a knot. He watched
Betsy lift her head and begin pulling on his zipper. His eyes ran down her smooth back
to the slight flare of her hips and the sweet meat of her ass cheeks. Baron was licking
her warm flesh and soaking each ass cheek.
She yanked Hank's zipper down and probed inside his pants, her trembling excited
hand gripping the hardness of his cock.
"I got it," she exclaimed gleefully. "Ohhh, Christ!" His prick was throbbing in her
hand. She pulled his cock out through the opening of his shorts and into view. Her
blue eyes glazed with lust. His cock was nothing at all like Tippy's. She looked up at
him in awe. "It's... so... so... big!" Her lower lip trembled.
"Play with my cock, Betsy," he urged, her hot hand sending jolts of pleasure through
his balls. He pulled on his belt, lifting his ass and shoving his pants and shorts down.
"Help me get these things off."
Betsy was mesmerized with Hank's cock. Quickly, as if she were in a trance, she pulled
his pants and shorts off, her young tits jiggling each time she moved. She was out of
her mind with joy. She was close to a man's cock, and a dog was licking her ass. She
crawled between his opened legs. Her hands grabbed the long prick shaft. Like Tippy's
the night before, it throbbed. But Mr. Fowler's cock was much thicker, and the white
cock skin was laced with blue veins.
She squeezed Hank's cock, making him squirm in the chair. She leered up at him. "I
like your cock."
"Did you ever play with your dog's prick?" His voice was raspy.
"Last night," she said. "I got his cum all over my tits and face." She blinked. "You
gonna shoot all that stuff out?" She hoped he would; it would be exciting.
"If you keep playing with my cock like that," he said. His face was flushed, his eyes
bulging as she squeezed his prick and ran her hands all up and down his cock shaft,
experimenting, learning the feel of his hard cock.
His cock was irresistible. She found herself drooling as she moved the thin skin up and
down his prick shaft. The sight of his bell shaped cock head fascinated her. She ran her
finger over the red crinkled cock head and along his piss-slot. Her finger traced a path
along the ridge and underneath his cock head, back down the thickening tube of his
cock shaft to his balls.
"Tippy's prick is skinny and pointed," she said huskily as she toyed with Hank's prick.
Her mouth dried up. An insane idea came into her mind. It had burned into her brain
last night, but she had fought it, considering it dirty and wicked...
Shaking, the thought becoming mind boggling, she snaked out her tongue, swiping it
across his piss-hole. She looked up to see if he minded. His face was red, the muscles in
his neck hard, his jaw clenched and his eyes cloudy.
"Can I lick your cock?" she purred.
Hank gulped and nodded. "Do whatever you want."
She squirmed into position, jutting her ass out and keeping her thighs parted as she
rested on her knees. "Baron is licking me all over," she said, "Just like I'm going to lick
you." She let him see her tongue as she glided it over her lips.
The giant Doberman dropped to his belly, his long snakelike tongue flashing out of his
powerful mouth whipping over Betsy's warm naked flesh. He squirmed, his huge cock
beginning to protrude from its sheath. His tongue wormed up between her thighs,
across her wet pussy gash, then up through the crack of her ass.
"Ohhhhh," she cooed raggedly, thrilling to the expert tonguing Baron was treating her
to. "I'm gonna be good, like Baron."
She dropped back on her haunches, wanting to give all of her attention to Hank and his
magnificent cock. She used both hands on the thick veined cock shaft, massaging and
sliding the skin up and down. She squeezed his prick hard, watching his piss-slot open.
She giggled.
Her mouth opened, spit dripping onto his cock head. She watched her spit drip down
his cock rod, then drop to her hand. She let more spit drool from her mouth, letting it
drip all over the head of his cock.
Hank groaned. "Jesus, kid! Put the fucking thing in your mouth." He arched his back,
lifting his ass off the chair. Her spit felt like hot lava as it drenched his cock.
"Mmmmmm," Betsy hummed, squirming her ass. The Doberman, lying on his side
with his neck crooked, his pointed snout between Betsy's thighs, slashed arid licked his
tongue over her cunt and ass. "Baron is getting me all wet, too."
"Suck it, Betsy," he groaned. "Put my cock between your lips."
Betsy was overjoyed. Mr. Fowler was begging her. It was so damn exciting. "Like this?"
She opened her mouth wide. She flashed her tongue, and then lowered her head, taking
his cock into her mouth. She clamped her lips around his big prick, the red bulbous
cock head buried inside her mouth. She shivered in ecstasy as she swirled her tongue
around the head of Hank's cock.
"Ugggggghhhh," Hank grunted as Betsy swallowed his cock head. "Jesssssussss!" He
gripped the arms of the chair, his powerful fingers digging in. He leaned back his head,
controlling his passion, forcing himself not to fuck his cock into her throat.
Betsy felt all the power that was inside him. She knew the source of his strength was in
his cock, and it turned her on. Saliva dripped from her clinging lips, soaking his cock
shaft. The head of his cock was scraping against the roof of her mouth as she eased the
thick prick head into her throat.
She gagged, stopping the forward movement of her face. Breathing through her nose,
she tried again, this time succeeding in getting the head of Hank's cock down her
throat without gagging. She held it there, holding his cock shaft with her hands as if
her life depended on it. It was eerie, yet so fantastic she wanted his entire cock stuffed
in her throat.
With her blue eyes wide open, she eased part of Hank's thick cock shaft into her gullet,
his cock head leading the way, stretching her throat as if it were elastic. Taking her
hands away, she pushed farther. Inch by stretching inch, she eased more of Hank's cock
into her throat. Her nose flared, her eyes bulged and the hairs at the base of his cock
were getting closer and closer.
"Unnnn," Hank groaned, knowing what the girl wanted to accomplish. He held back,
the fury in his balls making him tremble. He watched the virgin teenager, watched his
prick disappear into her mouth. It was a wondrous sight, and he marveled at her desire
to succeed. "Betsy! Sweet sucking Betsy! You're... doing it... eazzzzzzy!"
Hearing his voice and his urging approval drove her on. Pausing, she caught her breath,
half his cock implanted in her face. Spittle drooled freely from her lips, soaking his cock
hair and groin. Rasping noises rumbled in her throat as she eased more of Hank's cock
into her gullet. His cock hair became a blur. She was too close to focus. In one mighty
push, her lips were flush against his hard hairy groin. His prick hair tickled her nose
and her heart felt as if it were going to explode. She had deep-throated his cock.
Holding his prick for a minute in her throat, she felt it throb. Slowly, dragging her
teeth along his sensitive' cock shaft, she eased back, his prick slowly appearing, until
only his prick head was between her clinging wet lips.
Hank jerked in the chair, his passion beginning to overpower him. His balls felt as if
they were going to burst. "Suck me, kid. Get me off. I gotta cum!"
She pulled her mouth off his cock. "Like Tippy did?" she asked, wide-eyed and
innocent.
"Yeaaaah," he groaned. "Just like Tippy."
She was squeezing his cock excitedly. "Did I do well?" She wanted praise for getting it
all in her mouth. "Huh?"
"Yeah baby. You did great. Now suck me off before I lose my fucking mind!"
She giggled, seeing his highly agitated state. It made her feel like a woman, knowing it
was her mouth and sweet body that had turned him into this handsome lustful man.
"I'll suck your cock dry. I'll eat all your cum."
"Do it! Stop talking about it – and do it!" He was jerking his hips, trying to get his
prick back into her mouth. "Suck my cock, damn it!"
Without another word, Betsy, taking to cock-sucking like a duck takes to water,
lowered her head over his prick head. She gripped his prick in both hands and started
to jerk her clenched fists up and down his cock shaft in a slow agonizing motion. With
each sensuous stroke, she sucked his cock, drawing in her cheeks, then swirled her
tongue around.
"Yeaaaaaah!" He groaned loudly. As he fucked his cock into her face, the bulbous prick
head bumped into her palate. He groaned even louder.
Betsy became more animated, more vibrant. Baron's tongue and probing snout were
turning her into a caldron of lust. She vented it on Hank's cock and sucked harder, her
hands quickening, slapping up and down his thick cock shaft. Taking the cock head
quickly into her throat, she grated her bottom teeth on his prick shaft, the sensitive
underside of his cock, sending Hank into a moaning spasm. She did it again to please
him, thrilling to his lustful groans.
She was delirious with joy. Her hands became like two vises on his cock. Up and down,
up and down they flew, spit from her mouth keeping his prick shaft constantly greased.
Sucking, licking, and chewing, her mouth worked overtime while her, hands grasped in
rhythm to the pulsations of his cock shaft.
"I'm ready! Holy Christ!" He arched up, wedging his prick down her throat. "I'm
comingggg!" His prick swelled like a balloon. A thick stream of white gooey cum
erupted from his balls and spouted out his dilated piss slot. "AGGGGH!"
The first wad came at the same instant Hank rammed his prick down Betsy's throat.
She was too surprised to swallow, too overcome with excitement to gag. The first
heavenly gob of cum shot down her gullet into her belly.
Her mind reeled. She was sucking him off, using her mouth on him. He was creaming
her face, like Tippy had creamed last night when she jerked him off. She was a cock
sucker. It thrilled her. She sucked his prick with all the exuberance of youth and a
desire to please the man who would help train her dog to satisfy her every whim. It was
important to please this man.
"Aaaaggghhh!" Hank growled, fucking frantically into Betsy's face, his cock spewing a
river of cum into her mouth and throat.
"Suck me! SUCK!"
She sucked, cum gushing out of her mouth, down his prick and over her jerking hands.
She gulped his prick, holding her mouth steady, letting him set the pace, and letting
him do the work. Cum poured into her mouth, down her throat, and gushed out her
nose.
She felt as if she were going to drown. She wallowed in his hot cum, drinking it down,
watching his groin slam up, and then drops back down in rhythm to the squirting jizz
that filled her cheeks. Her eyes bulged from taking the heavy load.
Aggggghhh! "Hank roared.
He fucked up into Betsy's face, spattering her throat with a spray of his jism as his
orgasm began to ebb. He held the arms of the chair, knowing if he grabbed her head he
would choke her to death.
Betsy felt the tremendous pressure of his climactic peak. His jerking and humping
slowly abated, the jism wanes. She took over now, a horny teenager bent on giving the
best blowjob she could.
"OOOHHHAAHHH!" he groaned, feeling Betsy's mouth actively sucking out the rest
of his cum. "Aaaahhhhh!" She was draining his balls.
Betsy slammed her face down on his prick, her nose hitting his groin with each slam.
She felt his cock growing soft. She refused to accept it, still sucking furiously, swirling
her tongue around and around, and mentally trying to breathe life back into his
magnificent piece of cock meat. She used her hands in conjunction with her mouth,
laboring with an insane passion.
"Noooo!" Hank groaned. "Stop!" Betsy couldn't hear. Her lust and frenzied passion had
blocked all her senses, shut out everything but her cock-sucking pleasure.
Hank grabbed her head, pulling her mouth off his cock. "ENOUGH!"
Betsy looked at him with a dazed glassy expression. She was in a lust-ridden trance that
could only be penetrated by her eventual orgasm. It had been a long twenty-four hours
since she had popped, and a lot of sexual experimentation had bombarded her lithe
body, ending with Hank's gorgeous cock.
"Huh?" she said.
He gasped. The girl was an animal, a lustful beast with a capacity for sex he found hard
to accept in such a young girl. "Enough, Betsy," he soothed. "Relax." Betsy nodded and
dropped to his lap. Tingling explosions were sparkling behind her eyes and in her
pussy. She held his shrunken cock, hating it for getting small. The same thing had
happened with Tippy's cock. She wished cocks would always stay hard. They were more
fun that way.
She closed her eyes, swallowing the last of Hank's cum. The strange salty taste was
appealing. She was drifting... Baron's persistent tongue keeping her from dozing off.
Sucking Hank's cock had taken a lot out of her.


Chapter 4

"Ohhh, God, Mr. Fowler!" Betsy lifted her head up from his lap, unable to lie still. Her
hand clasped his limp prick. She ran her fingers through the sticky globs of cum that
clung to his cock hair.
"You really creamed me." She giggled hotly, Baron's probing tongue keeping her
swirling in a storm of passion. She kissed Hank Fowler's limp cock. "When will your
cock get hard again?"
Hank marveled at her capacity for passion.
"Soon my sweet little pet soon."
"Did I suck your cock okay?" she asked, wriggling back against the wet snaking tongue
of the Doberman.
"You sucked me like a pro. I thought you were going to suck my balls out through my
prick." He laughed and patted her head. "I like you in pigtails."
Betsy giggled and grabbed one of her pigtails, wrapping it around his cock. "I think I'll
tie your cock up and take it home with me."
"You like cock meat, huh?" She was completely relaxed with him. "I love it," she said
exuberantly. "I could eat pricks all damn day." She got off her haunches, allowing
Baron room to lick her cunt.
Baron growled and slapped his tongue between her thighs, sloppily lapping up the fuck
juices that had flowed from her cunt while she had sucked his master's prick.
"Jesus, Mr. Fowler, sucking you... and Baron licking me..." She rolled onto her back,
spreading her legs. "Christ! I'm burning the fuck up. Make Baron get me off, Pleeease!
"She was desperately in need of relief."Make him lick my pussy!"
Hank ogled Betsy as she squirmed naked on the floor, her long legs flailing, her hips
rocking and writhing in heat. She was exquisite, a piece of dynamite sex.
"Go on, boy."
Baron barked and began lapping lazily again on Betsy's pussy, his pointed snout
jabbing into her juice-drenched crotch. His cock was hanging out, red, blotchy and
hard-twice the size of Tippy's. The Doberman licked cunt like an expert, slithering his
tongue through Betsy's steaming pussy gash and over her clit.
Betsy looked up at Hank as he watched from the chair. "It feels sooo, sooo good, Mr.
Fowler," she said, twisting her ass on the floor, jabbing her cunt at the huge
Doberman's face. "His tongue is fabu... oooohhhh!"
Baron's tongue slinked between the puffy lips of Betsy's virgin pussy, hitting the same
cherry skin that Tippy had come up against. He backed off from her cunt and barked,
annoyed at being unable to plunge deeper inside the girl's pussy. He put his head
between her legs and licked again, reaming his tongue through the ooze that creamed
her cunt.
"Ohhhh, Mr. Fowler!" She jerked up and down, her soft ass banging on the floor.
"Ummmmmm." She was delighted, able to let herself go with no restraint, without her
parents around. She pounded her fists on the floor, her head snapping back and forth
wildly, her pigtails whipping across her flushed face.
"Come here, baby," Hank said. "Let him lick you from behind. You can hold my cock
and chew on it once in a while."
"Ohhh, yessss," she agreed.
She crawled over to him, keeping her crotch available for the Doberman's tongue. She
pulled herself up on all fours, resting her head on Hank's lap. She gripped his prick,
stroking it with loving adoration. "Are you going to break my cherry when your cock
gets hard?" she asked, swooning with the thought. She wanted to have Hank's cock
buried inside her pussy.
Hank stroked her smooth forehead. He looked at his giant dog, his head pressed
between the girl's thighs. "Maybe," His blood was beginning to boil.
"I hope so," she moaned. "My fucking cherry drives me crazy." She squiggled her hips
back at Baron's snout. "I can't get their damn tongues inside me."
Hank grinned secretly. "We'll fix you up completely before you go home. I promise."
"Oooooh, thank you," she sighed. She gave his semi hard cock a loud wet sloppy kiss,
smacking her lips afterward.
"Mmmmmmm." She rested her head, trying to help Baron get her over the top. Her
body was aching, screaming for a climax to end the agony that was rampant in her
virgin cunt.
Hank snapped his fingers and the mighty beast peered up at his master, his menacing
dark eyes glowing like two burning coals. He snapped his fingers again, and then held
Betsy's arms casually, not wanting to alarm the girl and have her bolt for the door
before his plan was realized. .
Betsy was floating on cloud nine, unsuspecting and hot, relishing Baron's slashing
tongue as he weaved it through her pussy and over her bloated' clit. "Mmmmmmm,"
she sighed, floating higher, her passion making her head a fuzzy mass of spinning
energy.
Baron leaped up on the innocent unsuspecting teenager, his huge paws settling neatly
on her slim naked back. He began dancing on his long powerful back legs, trying to jab
his rigid red doggie prick into Betsy's tight virgin pussy.
Startled out of her euphoria, Betsy looked questioningly into Hank's lust-ridden face."
"What is he doing?"
"Relax," he said huskily, his grip firm in case she tried to bolt. "Baron is going to relieve
you of that troublesome piece of skin you hate so much."
Fear flooded her face and her eyes widened. She froze, and then tried to get away, but it
was too late.
Baron found his mark. He fucked his long red doggie prick into Betsy's cunt, ripping
through her cherry skin as if it wasn't there. He growled at the small hindrance, his
head thrown back, and his deep ear-splitting howl echoing off the four walls.
Betsy stiffened. The piercing pain was paralyzing. "Aaaayyieee!" she screamed, her voice
blending eerily .with the woeful howl of the Doberman pinscher. "Ayyyieeee!"
The pain seared through her pussy, running up through her groin. She stared at Hank,
tears spilling out of her eyes.
"MAKE HIM STOP! PLEASE, make him stop! "She began to thrash wildly, trying to
dislodge the invading doggie cock that was ripping into her pussy, "PLEASE!"
"Easy baby. Eeeezzz... eeee!" He held her, watching his dog fuck the teenager's cunt. It
blew his mind, and his cock began to harden, the sight arousing him more. "Relax! You
wanted to be fucked."
"Yes!" she cried, the pain centering now in the middle of her pussy. Her abdomen felt
as if it were on fire. "I wanted it to be you. Owwwww!"
Baron fucked his prick like a piston into the young girl's over wrought body. Her cunt
was tight, and the pain had dried her pussy canal. It didn't impede him. He slammed at
her, his powerful fuck-jolts stretching the tight unused spongy walls of her juiceless
cunt. The trickle of blood from the ripped cherry helped slightly, but it wasn't enough.'
Betsy's eyes were glazed. "He's hurting me," she whimpered helplessly, trapped by
Hank's hands and the dog's fucking body. "It burnssss!
"It will pass," he soothed, keeping the emotion he felt out of his voice. "Soon your
pussy juices will grease his cock, and you'll love it."
She didn't believe him. It hurt too much to ever feel good. She sobbed loudly, refusing
to look at Hank, refusing to give him pleasure. She accepted the Doberman's cock
fucking into her tight pussy, resigning herself never to return to this sadistic bastard's
training center.
Betsy heaved a heavy sigh. It was the sudden relaxing of her body that changed the
course of her first fuck from one of pain to pleasure. She fluttered her eyes, the dog's
cock relentlessly fucking into her cunt, the pain, she waited for it; it wasn't there any
more. Her fuck-lust was taking its place. It was strange, erotic and wonderful. It felt
great, yet eerie, having a dog's prick rammed that deep inside her pussy – when only a
short time ago her cunt was closed to the dog's tongue.
Her hips began to move, but slowly at first. She was experimenting and learning to
accept the doggie cock. She grabbed Hank's prick.
"It does!" she squealed. "Ohhhh, Christ! It does feel good." She was caught up in the
sensation of the fast-paced cock that was fucking into her pussy.
"OHHHHHHH!" She lifted her head, her eyes filling with passion again. "You're
hard," she moaned to Hank, working her cute ass in small circles as the doggie cock
fucked at her cunt. "It feels... "The power of the dog's fucking prick took Betsy whirling
out of the realm of speech and into the groaning incoherent world of her impending
orgasm.
Betsy ground her ass back at Baron, concentrating on the muscles of her newly invaded
pussy. Her clenching cunt muscles pulsed against the fucking cock, massaging the
piercing prick shaft that was whipping up a sudsy froth in her pussy.
"Uhnnngggg!" She growled, lost in her lust, her mind useless, and all her movements
by reflex now.
Her head lifted, her eyes dilated in passion until the blue of her irises had all but
disappeared. Her tongue lolled out, her head swaying. She grasped Hank's cock,
holding it tensely, her one link to reality. Her head dropped back down to his lap and
she began to twitch. Soft whimpering moans escaped from her mouth, drool dripping
to his leg.
The huge sleek dog overpowered the slim sex kitten. His paws held her trim back. He
leaned forward and fucked with all the energy of a well-oiled machine. His hind legs
gave him the support he needed to fuck the teenager with a savage fierceness. His fangs,
dangerous canines, were bared. He looked like a beast ready to tear something apart.
Spittle drooled from his rubbery lips and his tongue lapped along Betsy's back. He
fucked frantically, her tight juicy pussy hole becoming a caldron of buttery cunt syrup.
"Ohhhh, God," Betsy gasped, the words difficult to utter. "He's getting bigger in me!
Ohhhhh, fucking shit!"
She was becoming delirious with his fucking cock. He had her in the heady delights of
her orgasm, but she couldn't climb over the ridge, couldn't soar that last clutching inch
into bliss. It evaded her, turning her into a hysterical animal, whimpering and crying
with fuck-lust.
Hank twitched in the chair, reeling under the effect of his dog raping the girl's pussy.
"Fuck her! Fuck her!" He roared at the animal. "Fuck her!"
"YESSSS!" Betsy screamed back, joining Hank in his hot urgent ranting. "FUCK ME!
FUCK MEEEE!" She used all of her waning strength to look at the man who had
introduced her to the marvels of doggie fucking.
"I... I can't"...... can't... cummm... was a moaning cry of desperation. "I..." Her breath
sucked in like a rushing wind. "Can't...cum!" The words escaped in a gushing whoosh.
Betsy convulsed into spasms. Her pussy, a furnace of fiery lust, fed on Baron's fucking
cock. The girl swirled in the clouds, the friction on her pussy just enough to keep her
strung out, but not enough to take her over the final step. "Help me! CHRIST! Help
MEEEE!"
Baron began howling, his cock swelling and bursting with his heavy jism. His pace
became a whipping blur, his hind legs prancing about, and his neck taut, every muscle
in his sleek brawny body attuned to his climax. He lifted his head, his prick exploding
with the first wad of doggie jism that blasted from his cock. He yelped, slamming into
her with violent fuck-thrusts. Harder and faster, he fucked forward, bumping the child's
body against Hank.
Betsy felt the first thick spurt of dog jizz. It was the most fantastic sensation in her life.
It spiraled her out almost over the precipice into her own orgasm, but left her hovering,
instead of letting her crash over.
"HE'S CUMMING!" she screamed, wishing with all her strength that she was
cumming, too. "He's creaming my pussy!" She fucked back, wallowing on his cumspouting 
cock. Her head snapped up. "I... can't..." Her words were lost as another load
of doggie jizz splattered her pussy and gushed from her clinging cunt lips.
Hank was in a trance. His prick was swelling in her gripping hand. He was mute,
waiting for it to end. His mouth was parched, his balls ached, and his eyes were fixed
on them both the sleek and powerful animal, and the young girl, so soft and vulnerable.
"I can't take it..." Betsy wailed, her orgasm evading her like a wavering wisp of smoke.
"Ohhhh, noooo!" She thrashed against the dog, fucking her ass back at him, devouring
the dog's cock in her newly opened pussy.
The dog began to yelp, his erratic jabbing cock fucking fast then slow, then fast again.
He jerked and his cock popped out suddenly, a thin spray of his doggie jism splattering
her back in sticky globs of white. He barked and shook his head, running across the
room away from the girl and his master.
Betsy looked up at Hank, her blue eyes glassy and pleading. "Help meeee, I need to
cum!" She squeezed his prick. "Fuck me with your big cock. Ram it in my pussy. Get
me off!" She was hyped up as if on drugs. Her passion had made her a slave to fucking.
She would have done anything for Hank's prick.
Hank knew it. "Clean yourself," he said. "In there."
Delirious, Betsy turned her head and saw the door leading to the bathroom. She was
sobbing, crawling on all fours as she made her way to the bathroom.
Hank pulled off his clothes and waited, his giant prick throbbing for the girl's now
stretched pussy. "Hurry... he called to her, hearing the water running.
She was cleaning her pussy, rinsing away the globs of doggie jism that filled her fuck
hole to capacity, and she heard his voice. She turned off the water, not recognizing
herself in the bathroom mirror; her fuck-lust had taken everything away from her,
corrupting her senses.
"Fuck me," she groaned, staggering back to Hank. "Fuck meeee!"
She dropped to the bed, spreading her lush slender legs. The white knee socks, sneakers
and pigtails were the last remnants of her innocent youth. She displayed the passion of
a woman twice her age. She writhed in a heated frenzy, her hands clawing her own
body.
"Take meeee!"
Hank climbed on the bed between her outstretched legs, his huge thick lumbering cock
swinging in front of him. "I'll get you off, my hot little bitch," he promised his voice
hoarse. "You'll be screaming for joy soon."
"Yes, yes," she agreed, anxious for him to fuck her. "Make me cream your cock like
your doggie creamed my pussy." She reached for him, clawing his arms. "I'm a hot little
bitch. Put out my fire." She was delirious, the heady heights making her mind fuzzy
and the world she was in misty.
Hank fucked his thick cock head through the juice-soaked gash of her pussy, sending
the child into a series of spasms that shook the bed. He gulped, still marveling at her
unabashed lust and her hunger for fucking.
"FUCK ME!" she screamed. "FUCK MEEEEE!" She arched her ass off the bed, trying
to capture Hank in her pussy, trying to quench the rising heat raging out of control in
her cunt. "Pleeease!"
In one of her frenzied fuck-lunges to capture his cock; Hank complied. He thrust his
hips forward, fucking through her foamy pussy meat and planting his cock to the root.
He grunted, her pussy swallowing his prick up in one greedy gulp. The force of his
plunging fuck-jab sent the teenager smashing back into the mattress as his cock hair
meshed with her silky blond pussy hair.
She was impaled. "YESSSSS!" She gobbled up his cock with her rapacious cunt.
"Yeaaaah!" She fucked her hips in hot tight circles, the friction on her clit speeding her
further toward her climax. She gazed up at Hank towering above her, his palms flat on
the bed on each side of her slim sexy body, his stiff arms holding his weight up.
He saw the wildness in her dilated eyes; saw the lust flooding her face. He eased his
cock out, watching the panic grip her.
"NOOOOO!" She resented his cock being taken out and lifted up her ass, following his
withdrawal, but unable to keep him from taking his prick away. "NOOOOO! GIMME
BACK YOUR COCK!"
Hank leered down into her flushed face and grinned. He slammed back in a rush,
groaning in pleasure as he turned her face to sheer joy again. This time he ground his
hips around and around, mashing his spearing cock tip into the inner depths of her
cunt and whacking into her clit. He held his prick deep inside her tight wet clenching
cunt, feeling her tugging pussy muscles.
Agghhhh," she gurgled dreamily, lost in the tangled maze of lustful emotions. Her legs
snaked around his heavy body, locking around his lower back. She fucked his cock with
a fury, crazed, meeting the fucking to reach her orgasm and the sanity that lay beyond
it.
"Fuck meeeee!" Her voice echoed as if in a cave. "Fuck meeee!" She clawed his burly
arms, her frenzied actions all devised to make him fuck his marvelous prick into her
pussy with vengeance and end this torture.
Hank was keyed to a fine edge, excited to the point of explosion. He began to fuck his
cock into her saturated cunt. Long slow torturous fuck-jabs from the tip of his bloated
cock head to the root of his thick cock shaft filled Betsy's hungry pussy, then left her
cunt empty and hungering for more.
Betsy went insane with frustration from not receiving enough cock. She convulsed
beneath him, whimpering like a puppy being teased. She jerked sporadically, unable to
coordinate her fucking movements. She was at his mercy, and she accepted his finely
honed torture at last.
Hank picked up the pace and shortened his fuck-strokes, seeing the joy on beautiful
Betsy's face.
"Ohhhh, yessss," she squealed. "Faster! Fuck faster!" She was greedy for his cock,
craving it, needing the speed to fuck her over the peak. "Harder, fuck!" Mad with
passion, she screamed, urging him on. "Harder, you fucking bastard!"
Each time Hank fucked his cock into her writhing pussy, Betsy cried out in bliss. She
lifted up, grinding her cunt into his hard groin; bolts of joyous bliss shot through her
cunt with each upward fuck-thrust.
"Unnn! Unnnnggg! UNNNNN!" She became a fuck-crazed girl, thrashing, clawing and
twisting her body into his, cushioning his slamming fuck-thrusts
Hank's body tightened and his balls swelled. The twisting screaming girl beneath him
was a blur. He attacked her with a sadistic desire to stuff her cunt full of his cock meat
and stretch her pussy like never before. In his mind, he saw his dog busting her cherry
and he grew hotter. He fucked harder, his cock aching, his balls about to release their
weighty load.
"Fuck meeee!" she screamed, fucking up at him in mindless pursuit of her own
pleasure. The faster she fucked, the closer she was to her climax.
Hank was fucking hard, slamming her soft body and gouging out her cunt. Harder and
harder he pounded, until every muscle, every tendon in his body tensed for his orgasm.
His ass moved in rhythm to Betsy's upward fucks. They had reached their seesawing
rhythm, matching each other, and together they reached the summit.
"I'm coming... cominggg!" Betsy screamed. "I'm creaming on youuuuu!" She jerked up,
smashing her body recklessly into his hard frame. Wave after engulfing wave careened
through her body. "Agggggghhh."
Hank's body erupted in an upheaval. His balls gave up his load and a gushing hot river
of cum spurted out of his cock, splashing into Betsy's cunt walls. He grunted, tottering
on his stiff arms, afraid he would collapse and crush the delicate girl beneath him. He
continued to fuck her with his cock, grinding his hard groin into her clit, her screams
piercing his ears.
Betsy was in a raging climactic storm. She gurgled as if the thick cum had squirted up
into her mouth. Churning beneath Hank, she twisted her hips, digging her heels into
the small of his back, fucking him into oblivion. Her eyes focused for a brief wavering
second on his reddened face. The sight faded as another orgasm washed over her and
carried her up into a bliss she never knew existed.
Hank was smashing the youngster, squirting his cum into her pussy in pulsing gobs.
His head snapped back and an animal sound emerged from somewhere in the depths of
his throat. He looked down at Betsy, fucking, driving onward, and his orgasm refusing
to relinquish its hold on him. He saw her face, saw the pleasure on it, and saw the lust
in her dilated eyes. She took all the cock he had to offer.
Betsy spun out into another climax, triggered by the pressure of his fucking and
squirting cock. Her small hands dug into his shoulders while she shook her head
violently from side to side, her pigtails slapping her in the face. She was shaking so
hard her brains jumbled and she thought her head would fly off, yet she couldn't stop.
"AGGGHHHHH!" she wailed, her body in painful spasms from the rapid pace of their
fucking.
Their bodies hit a stride, whacking loudly, grunts and whimpering sighs blending with
the slapping of flesh. It seemed to slow; their bodies had reached the end. Slower and
slower they tired, no longer capable of sustaining the superhuman effort they had been
putting out.
Betsy rose up, her body shuddering. She collapsed back on the bed, floating in and out
of consciousness. Her legs unlocked from around Hank's back and her arms dropped to
her side. Only the twitching in her cunt revealed that there was life in her young sweaty
body.
Hank grunted and stopped pumping his cock halfway in her pussy. He held it there,
enjoying the last of her tugging cunt muscles. When her pussy had ceased to throb
against his shrinking cock, he eased his prick out and rolled over, his large brawny
body-winded.
"I... thought I was... going to die..." Betsy gasped. She was breathing shallow and hard.
"First, I couldn't cum, and then I couldn't stop cumming."
Hank sat up, not believing that this young child had fucked him blind. He shook his
head in bewilderment.
"You better get dressed, honey. I got another training class in a while."
Betsy giggled, feeling normal again. The images of what had happened since she came
into the bedroom were like a dream, but she knew it was all real. "Any lessons like you
just taught me?"
Hank smiled. "You wore me out, baby. I couldn't go through with it again today," he
said, watching her dress.
Betsy laughed. "I'll bet." She looked at him, her eyes flashing. "That was a dirty trick,
having Baron fuck me like that."
"You loved it," he chuckled, pulling on his shoes. .
"Yeah, but it wasn't fair." She walked with him back to his office. "How am I gonna get
Tippy to lick my pussy right?" She was standing in his office, where it had all begun.
"Practice," he said, grinning. "Use a piece of meat and rub it over your cunt. Pretty
soon, your dog will be licking your pussy without the incentive and be hooked on your
cunt juice."
"I'll enjoy the practice," she smiled.
"I'm sure you will," he said, letting Tippy back into the, office. "Remember, I expect
you to teach this dog to heel-besides lick out your damn cunt."
"I know," she giggled dirtily, hooking the leash back on Tippy's collar. "Will you be
giving me a private lesson again next week?" Her eyes gleamed hopefully.
"What do you think?" He grinned lasciviously.
It made her tingle all over. "Bye." She waved happily and hurried outside to the warmth
of the afternoon sun, leaving a tired but contented dog trainer shaking his head in awe.


Chapter 5

Betsy proudly walked Tippy into the living room. As she stopped Tippy stopped with
her, then sat at attention. "Watch this, Mom, Dad."
Kay and Frank proudly watched their daughter put Tippy through his paces: heeling,
sitting, and staying. The happy dog, much to their surprise, performed well, with only
slight mistakes.
"Fantastic, honey!" her father said. "He's a smart dog to get all those commands down
pat in just four short weeks. You did well, Betsy."
Kay was less enthusiastic, although pleasantly surprised. "She spends all of her time
with him," Kay remarked.
"Awwww, Mom," Betsy moaned. She looked at her father. "Tomorrow, we all have to
take turns with our dogs in front of Mr. Fowler and the rest of the class. I'm nervous."
"Don't be," Frank said to her. "You'll do just fine. Won't she, Kay?"
A proud smile broke across Kay's face. "Yes, Betsy. You'll do fine, maybe even better
than anyone else."
"Geez, thanks, Mom." Betsy rushed over and kissed her.
Frank petted Tippy's head. "You have a good mistress, boy. Make her proud
tomorrow," he told the handsome puppy.
The dog looked up at him and barked as if answering him, and everyone laughed.
Betsy kissed her father good-night, and petted Tippy's head in approval. "If they give
out a prize, we're gonna win it," She beamed with confidence. "Good night." Betsy left
two very proud parents, Tippy obediently by her side, walking in step.
Betsy hurried down the hall to the kitchen. She opened the refrigerator and grabbed
two hot dogs, then hurried back down the hall. Taking the stairs two at a time, with
Tippy behind her, she hurried past her parents' room, bringing Tippy to her bedroom
door. She opened the door and hurried inside, locking it behind them. Two nights ago,
she had forgotten and left the door unlocked. Her father had walked in, almost catching
her with Tippy. She didn't want that to happen again. Better they think it strange that
she locks her door than for them to find out she's teaching Tippy to suck out her cunt.
In the seclusion of the bedroom, Tippy seemed to forget his training. He was anxious to
play the game they had been playing for weeks. He began to yelp, leaping up on Betsy
and slapping his tongue on her, his tail wagging furiously. In the past month, he had
grown.
For a minute, Betsy played with him, rumpling his hair and grabbing his tongue and
snout.
"You're gonna lick my pussy right tonight," she said, with the same determination she
possessed downstairs when she announced they would win the prize for best trained
dog. "You're gonna do it right, or I'll never jerk you off again." She pushed him back.
"Sit!"
Tippy obeyed. His nostrils flared as he caught the scent of the familiar hot dogs. He
whined, his tail swiping excitedly. He had come to expect this treat each night. He
stared hungrily at the long pieces of meat as Betsy laid them on the dresser. His mouth
was watering, his tongue slapping across his lips in anticipation.
"You'll get them soon enough," Betsy said, giggling.
She peeled off her top and bra, freeing her plump tits. She skimmed down her shorts
and panties, kicking them across the room. Peering into the vanity mirror, she surveyed
her tits. They, too, had grown larger since training school had begun. She rubbed her
tits, kneading the flesh in between her fingers, rubbing her palms across the swelling
nipples.
"Mmmmmmmm! It looks as if we're both growing up, Tippy."
Her hands smoothed down her body and her muscles tingled. She sighed, curling her
fingers through the soft silky hair of her pussy. She turned slowly, her long blond hair
caressing her bare back. Without pigtails, she appeared older, more like a woman. She
liked that. She ran her fingers through her long blonde hair, letting the golden waves
fall back against her head, framing her face in shimmering gold strands.
"C'mon Tippy." She went to the floor length mirror after grabbing the hot dogs. "I
hope you do better than last night," she admonished, remembering that was all he
wanted was those damn hot dogs. "It's my pussy you're supposed to eat, not the fuckin'
hotdogs."
She got down on the floor and spread her legs. She glanced up at herself in the mirror
and stared at the red gash of her cunt. It never failed to thrill her that she was no
longer a virgin. She petted Tippy's back as he sat anxiously' beside her.
"You lick my pussy good tonight... I'll... I'll..." She was finding it difficult to say what
she wanted. "I'll let you fuck me someday, like Baron does." She reached for Tippy and
grabbed his cock through the thick skinned sheath that shielded it from view.
Tippy barked and swiped his tongue on his mistress' face, her hand on his balls and
cock sheath arousing him. He slurped his tongue into her mouth, getting it suckled. It
didn't bother him now. He seemed to enjoy it, snaking it his tongue around her cheeks.
"Unnnnn," Betsy moaned, falling back on the floor. "You lick me good, you horny
prick." She tickled the head of his red cock as it slowly peeked out.
She took one hot dog and slipped it through the tight folds of her wet velvety cunt lips.
"Ohhhh!" she sighed, never tiring of the thrill of having something stuffed inside her
cunt, no matter what it was. She shoved it deep until it was completely hidden, the cold
meat turning warm inside the scalding depths of her cunt, her young gulping pussy
muscles swallowing it up. "Go on, eat it!" she told her dog.
Tippy got between her outstretched legs, licking his chops. He began licking her cunt,
the sweet scent of her seeping pussy juices and the smell of the meat attracting him. He
continued to lap her cunt gash and the tip of the hot dog that jutted out between her
soft cunt lips. He growled hungry for the meat and determined to get it.
His teeth nibbled Betsy's pussy hole, catching some of the hot dog and Betsy's
protruding clit. He growled playfully, trying to wedge his tongue inside her meat-filled
cunt. Dropping to his belly, he squirmed closer to her pussy mound, his snout jabbing
the meat farther into Betsy's horny cunt.
"Ohhhhhhh!" she cried raggedly, wriggling her ass and shoving her pussy at Tippy. She
lay back, humping frantically, using her cunt muscles to ease part of the hot dog out of
her cunt. "Eat it, Tippy. Eat me, go on! Eat me!"
She contorted in passion, her tits swelling as she milked them, tweaking the nipples as
Tippy gobbled hungrily on the meat that was now coated with pussy juice.
Tippy sank his teeth into the hot dog that protruded from her cunt, biting off a chunk.
He swallowed it happily and licked his lips. He burrowed his head again for more. His
teeth and tongue worked together, slithering inside Betsy's fuck hole, slashing inside at
her oozing pussy walls in his attempt to weed out the hot dog that was buried there.
"Jesus!" she moaned, impatient for his tongue to begin lapping crazily. She jerked as his
teeth nipped her clit, her cunt muscles pulsing and driving the rest of the hot dog out.
"Ohhhh, shit!" she grumbled, thankful she had brought two hot dogs.
Tippy gobbled up the meat in one, rapacious gulp, then swiped his tongue across his
chops. He looked up from between his mistress' legs, yelping at her.
"Now me," she moaned urgently, "Now, you bad fuckin' dog!"
She was shaking, needing to get off. After cumming with Hank's cock stuffed up her
cunt, finger-fucking had lost its allure. Finger fucking no longer satisfied her, only
relieved temporarily.
"Please, Tippy, help me." She hoped his tongue would take Hank's place, at least until
she taught him how to mount and fuck her. Cumming with a dog cock in her pussy
was the greatest.
Tippy yelped again, and then buried his head between Betsy's thighs. His tongue
slithered like a snake, worming deep. He licked around inside her cunt, licking the
oozing walls of her pulsating cunt muscles. Instead of pulling his tongue out as usual,
he kept it buried, trying to shove his nose inside her pussy, too.
"Eeeewww, yessss!" she squealed, biting the back of her hand in excitement. Tippy was
doing it! "Ohhhhh, Tippy, Tippy!" She wriggled her hips in triumph and glory, using
her pussy muscles on his slippery tongue. She ground her pussy at him, mashing her
clit into his hard digging snout. "Un! Un! Un!"
Tippy seemed to be enjoying himself. He pushed hard, burying his nose between her
soft cunt lips, his tongue going deeper than ever before, trying to find another hot dog.
He shook his head, stretching her cunt, his tongue never tiring as he tormented Betsy's
seeping cunt.
Betsy was exultant. Tippy finally got it right. She humped rhythmically, rising slowly
toward her climax. She skimmed her hands down between her legs, parting her cunt
lips and scratching her clit.
"Bite... bite it!" she urged. "Ohhhhh, do it Tippy! "
Tippy's tongue eased out of his mistress' pussy, her tiny blood-engorged clit jamming
into his nose. He nipped her cunt, sending Betsy into convulsions of bliss.
"Ohhhhh!" Betsy wailed in lust. "Again... again!" She shook her ass, her clit exposed as
she pulled her cunt lips back. She slammed her clit against her dog's muzzle. "BITE!"
Tippy obliged, biting and nipping her c1it as if it were a toy. He slapped his tongue
over her clit, making it quiver, then bit it, repeating the sequence over and over again,
figuring her clit was part of the hot dog, from its lingering meaty taste and scent.
"Ohhhhhh, my Christ!" she moaned, not believing it was finally happening. "I'm gonna
cum! Ohhhh, God! I'm gonna cum!" She became frantic, praying Tippy wouldn't stop
as he had in the past. She fucked her hips around, her ass banging up and down. She
was oblivious to the noise she was making with her ranting and her ass thumping on
the carpeted floor. She was too caught up in her first orgasm with Tippy's snout and
tongue, the instruments of her fuck-joy.
Tippy became agitated. He seemed to sense something was happening to Betsy,
something different. Instead of pulling away and playing with other parts of her body,
he continued to concentrate on his mistress' pussy. The creamy juices of her cunt had
finally become more important to him than the meat she had trained him with.
"Unnnnnnn! Ohhhh, Tippy. I feel your tongue. Hhhhhooaa! It's sooo deep in me."
She squirmed on her pet, her cunt muscles clenching against his digging tongue each
time he snaked it inside her fuck hole. "I'm gonna cream your face, you horny little
bastard!"
Tippy jabbed his pointed snout into her gushy cunt stretching her pussy, and his
tongue slithering deep. He fucked it around inside her pulsing pussy, then skirting
around it, attacked her erect clit again. He nibbled with his tiny front teeth. Betsy's
passion and excitement seemed to drive the dog on. He sensed he was pleasing her and
continued.
"Here I cummmmmm!" She couldn't believe it. She soared up to the peak and shot out
over it as her orgasm enveloped her in a sensuous cocoon. "I'm cummingggg!" She bit
her hand again, stifling her screams.
The first explosion rumbled through her cunt, and then erupted, spreading throughout
every inch of her body. "Tippy, ooohhhh! I'mmmm... cummmmm...inggg."
She jabbed her pussy at the dog in frenzied actions that brought another orgasm. She
thrashed wildly on the floor, fucking her cunt on Tippy, grinding her clit into his hard
snout, relishing his teeth nipping her clit and swooning as his tongue darted in and out
of her cunt like a viper.
She stared at the ceiling, watching it spin, working her oozing cunt against her dog's
head "Make me cummmm, eat me more, Tippy. More... you fucking dog!"
Tippy was startled by the amount of cum and pussy froth that streamed out between
her cunt lips. Pussy juice flowed over his smacking muzzle and into his nose, making
him snort. The bubbling cunt juice excited him and, instead of pulling away, he
renewed his efforts to lap it all up. His tongue slapped noisily and rapidly, licking up
the fuck juices and swiping across her pointed clit. He curled his tongue, bringing out
thin stringy lumps of white milky cum.
Betsy lifted up her legs, her arms reaching for the whirling ceiling. Her face glowed beet
red and her tits flopped as she squirmed and gyrated on the carpet. She fucked and
jabbed at Tippy's persistent muzzle, her orgasms draining her as she soared and
trembled.
She arched up, fucking her buttery cunt at Tippy and shuddering. Dropping back on
the floor with a thud, her body twitched and floundered in the soft aftermath of her
dreamy climax.
"Tippy," she sighed. "Ooohhh, Tippy, you were great!" She tried to push him away
from her sensitive pussy. "Jesus. Didn't you have enough?"
She rolled away, giggling. The stubborn dog persisted, licking her ass and the pussy
cream that had seeped from her foamy cunt. He licked her all over, even the strained
milky white cheeks of her ass.
There was a knock on the door. "You all right?" her father's voice boomed on the other
side of the locked door.
Betsy froze. Fear gripped her. "Y-y-yes... Daddy."
"We heard a thud downstairs."
Betsy gulped. "It was me. We were playing and I fell out of bed." She held her breath,
hoping she was convincing.
"You okay?"
"Yes Daddy."
"Well, stop fooling around and get to sleep. It's getting late."
"Yes, Daddy," she said, relieved. She listened to his footsteps as they faded into the
distance.
"Christ, Tippy," she whispered secretly. "We got to be careful" She grabbed him,
hugging him close to her. "You licked my pussy great, you horny fucker!" She rubbed
her naked tits against his fur, the softness against her nipples making her tingle when
she rubbed back and forth against the grain. "I'm gonna make you feel real good."
Tippy happily nuzzled close, enjoying her affection and, in return, he licked her face.
He whimpered, trying to fuck his cock on her leg, sticky prick fluid seeping out as he
fucked his cock against her knee.
"Holy shit!" she exclaimed, reaching down between the dog's legs. "You're all hard and
throbbing." She giggled. "I'll bet you'd like to fuck me in my pussy, huh?" She rubbed
her cunt lewdly. "I'll let you, after Mr. Fowler shows you how. You lie down and I'll
jerk you off." She pushed him away, rolling him onto his side.
Tippy whined and obeyed, knowing what she was going to do. He lifted his head
searchingly, his whining pleas filling the room.
"You be quiet," she whispered. "If Dad comes back, I won't be able to jerk you off, so
be still."
Tippy remained quiet on his side, waiting for her, his body twitching, and his prick was
aching. His eyes smoldered, eyeing the young mistress who satisfied his every need. Soft
sounds escaped from his throat.
As always, when Betsy first gazed at his long thick cock, her mouth did strange things.
It watered, and then dried up, and her throat muscles twitched. She licked her parched
lips, her eyes misting as she touched his prick.
"It's getting so big," she murmured softly, almost hypnotically. "Soon your cock will be
as big as Baron's." She shivered, imagining Tippy fucking her every night before going
to sleep. The idea boggled her mind. Her small delicate hand wrapped around his thick
cock. She squeezed his prick gently, making Tippy whimper and jerk. She drooled, the
throbbing cock in her hand keeping her hungry never-satisfied pussy in perpetually
need.
"Mmmmmm, nice cock." She stroked the entire length of his red glistening cock. She
rubbed her hands over his balls, enjoying the furry sacs. "Nice and heavy full of all that
white doggie goo." She giggled dirtily.
Tippy lifted his head, his mouth lax, his tongue sliding out, almost touching the rug.
He whined, wanting her to get him off. He fucked at her clinging fist.
"Okay," she said, giving in. "I know what it's like when someone doesn't do it right."
She smiled at him and rubbed his prick. "You licked my pussy right, and I'll lick your
cock right." She covered her mouth and gasped.
"Ooooohhh!" She gulped back her heart, not believing what she had said. "Forget that,
Tippy," she giggled nervously, as if he understood. "I can't do that."
She jacked his prick again, with long slow strokes of her fist that made the dog lie back
on the floor and begin fucking his mistress' hand. She squirmed on the floor, feeling
daring, and placed her head near his cock, the excitement making her heart thumps.
"Don't get carried away," she said. "I'm not gonna suck your cock, just watch you. I'll
get up when you cum."
She believed her own lies.
Betsy rested her head on one arm, her free hand jerking up and down Tippy's long
prick. Her eyes were glassy. The memory of Mr. Fowler's huge cock and how wonderful
it felt came to mind. She shook the thought from her mind. Tippy was a dog.
"I let Baron fuck me," she said aloud, arguing with herself. "Tippy licks me." She was
dying to put her lips on his cock, rationalizing it out loud. "It's just a cock – and I love
cocks."
It was all the convincing she needed. She inched closer to Tippy and opened her
mouth. Tippy's jerking caused the tip, of his prick to smack into her lips. She froze in
shock, and then gasped, fighting her urge to pull away. Still jerking his cock with her
fist, she flashed out her tongue, licking across the pointed red tip as he fucked toward
her.
Tippy yelped, the warmth of her lips igniting his hot balls. He fucked at her face, trying
to get his cock between her soft lips. He became frightened, anxious for the wet warmth
that was tempting him.
"Mmmmmm," Betsy sighed, relaxing, convincing herself she wouldn't suck the dog's
cockunless he put his cock in her mouth. "You've creamed me all over my body, you
horny dog. Now you can fuck my mouth." She clamped her lips around his prick and
sucked.
Tippy went wild, jerking and thrashing on his side, like a fish floundering out of the
water. He lifted his head, his long legs jerking, his rump jabbing up at Betsy's face, his
cock fucking into her greedy welcoming mouth.
"Unnnnnn," she moaned, slipping her mouth closer, fucking his prick into her face.
She sucked, swirling her tongue around the cock tip, sending Tippy into frenzy. It
thrilled her to be able to reciprocate in kind to her pet. She felt closer to the animal and
sucked his prick joyously, wanting to please him as much as he had pleased her.
Tippy's prick was bloated, filling Betsy's throat with each fuck-thrust scraping the roof
of her mouth with his cock. His balls banged into the carpet, whacking into her chin on
his upward fuck-lunge as his jerky fucking became more intense.
Betsy released her hold on his prick and stroked his flank while he fucked her mouth.
Her hand skimmed around and fiddled with his ass. It sent the dog into spasms and she
gulped on his cock as he fucked her face in a series of quick violent fuck-thrusts. She
did it again, marveling at the power she held over the German shepherd. She scratched
his asshole, making him yelp and squirm in delight.
She sucked and chewed on his fucking cock, reveling in its strange taste and slippery
texture. It was different, compared to Mr. Fowler's cock, but just as' exciting and
delicious. She couldn't wait until she told Mr. Fowler what she had done. She
concentrated on Tippy's cock, keeping her finger on his ass, pushing gently into the
asshole. She sucked and grated her teeth along his stabbing cock shaft sucking in her
cheeks, making Tippy whine from the sucking pressure.
"UUUUhh," she gurgled, her mouth stuffed with dog cock. She breathed hard through
her nose as he fucked into her face with his long prick, his balls bumping into her .wet
sloppy chin. His belly banged into her head. He pawed the carpet, his ass wiggling
against her fingers, his haunches fucking his cock into her mouth.
Betsy sensed, from his frenzied motions, that Tippy was about to spill his load. She
trembled in anticipation. She kept her lips clamped around his cock, swirling her
tongue on the underside each time he fucked forward. . Her finger was poised at his
asshole ready to plunge inside the moment his cum sprayed her mouth.
Tippy went wild. His prick swelled to greater proportions in the confines of Betsy's
wonderful sucking mouth. He began to make noises, his neck strained, and his back
end spastically humping his cock. His teeth were bared, his fangs glistening perilously
as his pink tongue foamed with saliva. His eyes rolled in his head, the whites showing
with a hint of red.
It happened quickly. Tippy's prick exploded. A jet stream of doggie jism blasted
through his swollen prick and squirted out of his pointed cock tip. Dog cum filled
Betsy's sucking mouth and oozed down her gullet.
Betsy's eyes almost popped out as wad after heavy wad of thick doggie jizz filled her
mouth. For a second, she was too surprised to do anything but swallow. Regaining her
composure quickly, she plunged her finger into Tippy's ass; making the dog howl in
delight. She reamed out his tiny ass with her finger, gulping and swallowing his cum as
fast as he blasted it from his cock.
Cum gushed from her clinging lips around his prick shaft and oozed out her nose.
With each powerful stab of his cock, she choked and gasped" her mouth full of doggie
cock and warm viscous doggie cum.
She pushed her face to his groin, wanting' every inch of her pet's prick. She adjusted,
letting the flow of cum ease down her throat, drinking it down. She sucked, draining
gobs of jizz from his balls. She fucked her finger inside his tiny asshole, pushing
forward with her finger as she pushed forward with her mouth. The dog was trapped in
the midst of creaming her throat with his doggie cum. She chewed and sucked until
Tippy's yelps became too loud. Her mouth opened and a spray of his jism splashed
across her face.
Tippy scrambled to his feet, looking down at Betsy, who was panting heavily.
She rolled over onto her back and giggled devilishly swallowing the dog cum that still
adhered to the insides of her cheeks.
"You creamed me good, you little fucker. Christ! I almost drowned!" She wiped her face
and sucked the white droplets into her mouth. "Your cum tastes as good as Mr.
Fowler's even better."
Tippy licked her face with affection, tasting some of his own cum. He dropped down,
curling up next to her, his head resting on her belly. He closed his eyes contentedly.
"Ohhhhh, nooo," she giggled, deliriously happy. "I got another reward for you." She
grabbed the second hot dog and ran it under his nose.
Tippy opened his eyes and hungrily licked his chops.
"You can eat it out of my asshole," she sighed, shivering with joy. She rolled over onto
her belly and spread her legs, lifting her soft rounded ass in the air for Tippy.
Tippy watched, his head cocked to one side. "Uhhhhhh!" She pushed the long hot dog
into her asshole, forcing the meat into the tiny wrinkled pinkish-tan opening. Using her
fingers to push the meat, her asshole opened up for the wedging hot dog and it fucked
right into her ass.
"Unnnnnn, yeaaaah," she moaned, wriggling her ass cheeks enticingly, with the hot dog
shoved up her ass. "Now you can eat it out, you hungry little prick." She pushed the
final inch into her ass. It was totally embedded. Her asshole had swallowed it up.
"Unnnnnn!" It felt like an enema probe, and her asshole muscles clenched and pulled
on the firm meat, driving Betsy crazy with delight.
"You eat it out of my ass, Tippy, and maybe..." She moaned heatedly, pulling her ass
cheeks apart for Tippy. "I'll eat one out of you someday." She kept her ass propped
high in the air and waited.
Tippy was aroused from the smell of meat, sniffing behind Betsy, searching for the
delicious hot dog. He found it, whimpering madly, unable to get it. He pawed her ass
cheeks as if attempting to retrieve it.
Betsy giggled, having the time of her life. She pushed and grunted as part of the hot
dog eased out of her ass. "Eat it, fucker!"
Tippy whined and chewed on the extended meat that was sticking out of his mistress'
asshole. He ate it, burrowing his snout between her creamy ass cheeks to get the rest.
"Ohhhhh, I love it!"
She reveled in his desperation to get at the rest of the hot dog buried inside her ass. She
teased him for a while, then grunted, squeezing some more of the long hot dog out her
ass, rewarded by the frenzied tongue and chewing teeth. Finally, the rest of the hot dog
popped out of her ass and into the dog's waiting mouth.
She rolled over, catching him finishing it off and licking his chops. "Like that, huh? I
think I'll feed you all your treats this way – either in my pussy, or my ass."
Betsy giggled and stood up, staggering to the bed, her body sated and worn out. She
plopped down on the mattress and Tippy jumped up beside her, snuggling close. She
flicked out the table lamp beside her bed.
"Mmmmmm," she sighed, drifting off to sleep. "Tomorrow, I see Mr. Fowler."


Chapter 6

Betsy stood at attention, Tippy by her side. Hank Fowler had watched everyone put
their dogs through their well-practiced exercises. She was shivering. Tippy had done
everything perfectly. She was so pleased with him, she wanted to drop down and suck
him off as a reward. Instead, she squeezed her thighs together, the warm cunt juice
soaking her flesh. She glanced around, wondering if the others could tell she wasn't
wearing any panties or bra. She lowered her eyes and smiled. Her nipples were jutting
against the material of her top.
She looked over at Hank Fowler, smiled demurely, catching a glimpse of his grin. God,
he was handsome! Four private lessons with him, and Baron had been fantastic. Her
stomach churned as she thought about today. In a way, it was sad. It would be the last
time she would see Mr. Fowler. With classes over, she wouldn't be coming back. She
would have Tippy's cock to keep her contented and, if the occasion arose, maybe... one
of the boys in the neighborhood.
"This has been one of my better classes,"
Hank told everyone, after clearing his throat.
He picked up five manila folders and a small trophy off a table in the corner of the
large area and walked toward them, Baron heeling beside him. He handed each person
an envelope.
"This is your certificate of completion of this basic course. If anyone wishes to enroll in
a more sophisticated course, call me in the, middle of the week. We'll be starting a new
one soon." He stopped in front of Mrs. Faunce and her Irish setter. "This is for you.
Reilly was superb." He handed her the small inexpensive trophy, and Mrs. Faunce
flushed with joy as everyone applauded.
Betsy stood to the side, saying good-bye to everyone, hanging around until they left.
With the place empty, she turned to Hank, her eyes brilliant, her skin glowing. "Tippy
did real good too, huh?"
Hank nodded. "He's learned his lessons very well. He took Betsy's arm and smiled
affectionately. "Why don't we go into my office and see how he's learned the rest of his
lessons?"
Betsy giggled, enjoying Hank's, touches he guided her to the office. Hank closed and
locked the door behind them.
"He's doing good in his private lessons, too," she bragged, licking her lips. "Last night,
he finally licked my pussy. I creamed all over him." She petted Tippy's head as he sat
obediently by her side.
Hank looked at her, still dazzled by her love of fucking and the innocence that still
surrounded her. It was a dynamite combination. He looked at her quizzically. He
couldn't put a finger on it, but something about the beautiful teenager was different.
"You're staring," she said, tingling all over under his dark penetrating eyes. "You get
me hot when you do that."
"You get hot no matter what anyone does," he joked. "Your flame is always lit."
Betsy blushed. It was true. "Why are you staring?" A tremor swept through her pussy.
His face lit up. He realized now what it was. "You've changed your hair. No more
pigtails!"
"Do you like it this way?" She combed her fingers through her long blond waves. "I
don't wanna look like a child. It makes me look older, don't you think?"
"Older and sexier," Hank added, liking the change. His prick ached for her pussy.
"I also have a few more surprises," she said boldly.
"Like what?" He was anxious to have her back in bed with him.
"I sucked Tippy off last night as a reward, just like I've been sucking your cock every
week."
"I'm impressed." A bolt shot through his loins. "Maybe you'd like to give Baron the
same treat? He's been good to you these past weeks."
Betsy stared at the giant Doberman. "I'd love to suck his cock." Her voice was laden
with emotion. She snapped out of her trance for the moment. "I also have another
surprise."
"You're full of surprises today. What's this one?"
"This." She grabbed her skirt and raised it up over her curvy hips. "No panties! I felt
daring this morning. Christ, the breeze outside seemed to swirl around my crotch, and I
was scared it would lift my skirt up and everyone would see my pussy."
"Shit, Betsy, you would have loved that."
"I think you're right. When I thought about it, my cunt started to drip." She giggled.
Hank stepped closer to her and touched her clinging top, pushing against the nipple.
"Not wearing a bra either."
"Uuuuuun," she sighed, the first contact always electrifying. "I wanted to be prepared
today. Will you lift it up?"
Hank raised her top slowly, his hands trembling slightly as her wispy fragrance
enveloped him. "You smell great."
"I bought it especially for today." She was quivering inside, fascinated with his hands as
he revealed her tits.
"You're a gorgeous piece of female flesh," he said huskily, bringing the top over her tits,
the soft creamy tit flesh bouncing, and the nipples already sore with lust. His hands
cupped her fleshy tit mounds, kneading the perfectly shaped tits.
"Mmmmmm," Betsy moaned, rocking on her feet, thrilling to Hank's touch. "You
always make me so damn hot!"
"It's you, sweet baby. You're a natural. I think you were born to turn men on... and
dogs. "
"Ohhhhhh, yessss," she cooed. "I love dogs, too." She pushed against his hands. "Will
you teach Tippy to fuck me?" She was squirming under his grasping hands.
Hank gulped. "It'll come as natural to him as it does to you."
Betsy pressed her hand into Hank's cock bulge. "Ohhhh, you're so hard! Fuck me first,
before I eat Baron and Tippy fucks me, pleeease? I want your cock. It can be my
trophy. "
Hank grinned. "I thought you'd never ask." He wrapped his arms around her, crushing
her lithe body into him. His paw like grip slid down over her hips, easing up her skirt
and grabbing two fistfuls of creamy ass meat. He squeezed her ass and groaned.
"Ohhhh, Mr. Fowler," she breathed, grinding against him. "I... I like it." Her arms
snaked around his neck, her mouth turning up to his. She jabbed her tongue inside his
hot damp mouth when he kissed her, feeling the pressure, his sucking pulling at her
tongue.
"Ugggllgg!"
Hank roughly pawed Betsy's rocking ass. He rubbed his cock into her soft belly, his
fingers toying with the crack of her ass.
Gasping, Betsy yanked her tongue from his mouth and broke the breathtaking kiss.
"I'm on fire." The excitement danced in her bright blue eyes. "Gimme your cock!"
He nodded. He was, still in awe of her natural sexual awareness. She was reacting to
sex as if she had been fucking and making it with man and beast for years, instead of
just a few short weeks.
"Jesus Christ!" she groaned. "It always makes me shake when I pull down your zipper. I
know I'm always gonna wind up with a prize." She yanked it down and groped inside
the opening, her hands finally grasping his long thick cock shaft. She pulled his prick
out and gasped the sight of it always emotional and overpowering. "God, I love cock!"
She rubbed it lovingly. "Fuck me with my clothes on?" she asked, the thought making
her flesh glow. "Fuck me like a dog."
"Right across the desk, little baby." His hand came around to her front and fondled her
tits. "You can sprawl out across the top."
Betsy squirmed out of his arms and glared at the desk. "Ohhhh, shit. This is gonna be
great." She glanced over at Tippy lying on the floor, curled up near Baron and both of
them sleeping soundly. She turned her flushed face to Hank. "Then Tippy," she said,
her voice cracking, her breathing coming in rapid spurts. "Help Tippy... fuck me."
"We'll do everything before you go." He came close and turned her around to face the
desk. "I'll fuck you just like Baron does." Standing behind her, he rubbed her smooth
back and skimmed around to her pliant tits, making sure her top stayed up and
exposed all of her sweet tit flesh. "Lie across the desk."
Betsy was overwhelmed with excitement. To her, the desk looked like an altar and, for
some reason she couldn't fathom, she felt like a human sacrifice. She laid across the top
of the desk, her tits crushing into the hard cold surface. She shuddered, spreading her
arms out in front of her, trembling with excitement. The submissive position made her
cream.
Hank's body was taut, his cock jutting hugely out of his opened pants, angling to the
ceiling, the red cock head swollen, the veins gorged with rushing blood making the
prick shaft throb like an aching tooth. He ogled the sexy teenager sprawled over his
desk, his dark eyes glassy orbs or lust taking in her beauty.
He came up behind her, rubbed her soft vulnerable ass through her skirt that had fallen
into place, and prepared him self. This fuck was going to be fantastic! He inched up her
skirt; his eyes following the hem, watching the soft white unblemished skin of her
thighs appear.
She squiggled her hips, her soft tit flesh warming the desk top as she squirmed, making
the nipples harder by scraping them along the rough wooden surface. The top of the
desk appeared smooth, but the sensitive skin of her tits told her the roughness would
add to her pleasure.
"Whatcha doing.?" Betsy moaned anxiously, waiting for her pussy to be stuffed. "Don't
take so long."
"I'm taking my time," he said. He wanted this to last as long as possible. Each time he
saw her naked, it was like the first. It never failed to amaze him. He raised her skirt
higher, the bottom of her ass cheeks coming into view, and he stopped again.
"Pleeeease, Hank! My cunt is so fuckin' sore." She wiggled back, dying to be fucked by
the handsome dog trainer. "Ohhhhh, Christ, I'm getting dizzy."
Hank slipped her skirt over her ass, revealing both creamy ass cheeks. "God," he
muttered under his breath.
The sight was spectacular: long tapered legs that were parted, full hips pressed into the
desk, ass cheeks separated by a dark mysterious ass crack. He stroked her ass,
captivated by the innocence she projected and the lust she ignited.
"You're ass is..."
"Ohhhh, pleeease, hurry," she interrupted, swerving on the desk. "Don't tease me. I'm
too hot. Fuck meeee!" She was begging like a child. "I need fucking so bad."
"You're gonna get fucked, my sweet little package of dynamite real soon."
He quaked behind her, his long bloated cock tapping her ass flesh. He dropped his
pants and shorts, his body fully exposed now, no cumbersome clothes to interfere with
his fucking. He grasped the base of his menacing looking prick and rubbed it all over
her gorgeous ass cheeks.
Betsy suddenly drew in her breath. His prick felt like a hot poker against her ass. She
closed her eyes, dreamily waiting, knowing he would ram his cock into her pussy any
second.
Hank pressed the tip of his bulbous cock head into her swollen pussy lips, drenching
the red cock tip in her frothy cunt cream. The contact sent a jolt of lightning through
his balls.
"Unnn, yessss!" Betsy urged, trembling for the first fabulous fuck-plunge. "Oooohhh!"
Hank lifted her skirt all the way. It was keeping her pussy and clit from hitting the edge
of the desk. He pushed against her with his hips, using his hands to move her from side
to side.
"Agggghhh," she sighed raggedly, from the friction of her clit scraping the edge of the
wood. "Ohhhh, it's... its soooo good!"
Hank grinned. "I'm glad." He soaked his cock with her foamy cunt juice, running it up
her ass crack to her tight puckered asshole. His hands parted her ass cheeks, revealing
the wrinkled ass ring.
"What are you doing?" She wondered why it was taking so long. Stick it in. Fuck me. 0
Jesus, you're making me... die... ohhhh!"
Hank gripped her hips, the, head of his hulking cock between her soft ass cheeks, the
spearing prick tip about to ravage her virgin ass.
"Baron broke your cherry," he said his voice husky and coated heavily with lust. "I'm
going to christen your asshole." He pushed forward, but slowly, not wanting to hurt
her.
"Ohhhh, no!" She stiffened, and her eyes opened in shock. "You'll hurt me. You're too
big. No!" She trembled. "ooOOOHHHH!" The pressure of his cock told her that he
wasn't listening. "DON'T!"
Hank held her hips tight. "Don't fight it. It'll fit. Relax. You'll like it." He didn't want
to hurt the youngster, just teach her the joys of ass fucking. "It'll make it easier for you
when Tippy misses sometime and fucks into your ass instead of your cunt."
Betsy clenched her fists. The pressure was tremendous. This was no slim hot dog; this
was a man's cock meat that seemed to be stretching her tight virgin ass and ripping her
apart.
"It... hurts... it hurts!" She breathed rapidly, trying to relax. "Ouwwwww!"
Hank held her gently now, knowing she wouldn't push him away. She would take to
ass fucking as she took to everything sexual, like a pro. He watched her ass and his
long cock, half of it submerged. It was like a vise inside her hot ass, and his throbbing
prick ached. He fucked into her ass, sinking more of his overgrown cock. His passion
overwhelmed him and he slammed forward, fucking the rest of his cock into her ass,
burying his hard cock shaft to the balls.
"Agggghhhh!" Betsy let out a raging howl, the pain from his fucking cock searing
through her ass. She screamed again, his slamming ass-filling cock causing an exquisite
second sensation. The driving force of his body had mashed her stiff clit into the desk.
The second sensation was out of this world, and it exploded a flashing instant after the
pain. She swirled in the two sensations, careening from joy to agony, and back again –
until it subsided, leaving her trembling with her ass full of prick meat.
"Sorry, baby," Hank said. "I... I... couldn't help myself." His prick was aching, choking
from the tightness of her asshole.
"Jeez, you're tight, so damn tight."
"Unnnggglll," she groaned back, the passion caused by her mashed clit making her
body surge with pleasure. "Don't be sorry. OOOHHH, Christ! It was... damn... I can't
explain it." She squirmed back into his groin, her ass muscles tightening their grip on
his buried cock shaft. "Do it again... the same way."
Hank grinned. He was right. The little bitch loved everything. "You got it, baby." He
eased his prick out until only the cock head was trapped in the asshole that seemed to
want to choke the life out of him. "You ready?"
"Un-huhhh," she breathed, bracing herself, her legs stiff, her hands clenching the edge
of the desk, her finger curled around, her tits smashing into the rough wood surface.
Her face was turned sideways, eyes wide, mouth open. "READY!"
Hank repeated his performance. This time, he fucked harder, sending Betsy's hips hard
against the sturdy desk, crushing her cunt into the edge. He grunted, trembling.
"AGGGGHHHH!" Betsy's head lifted as she screamed, her face turning red.
"'Agggghhhh!" The same 'fantastic sensations' bombarded her senses again – pain
followed by the most thrilling pleasure imaginable. She writhed, the scraping stinging
pain of her soft sensitive tits rubbing abrasively into the wood adding to the pain and to
Betsy's delight. "YESSSSS!"
Hank's cock swelled inside her ass, stretching her asshole beyond anything before it. He
leaned forward over her, his prick buried to the hilt. He reached around to her front,
grabbing her tits. He rocked his hips, fucking his cock deeper and scratching her clit
against the desk's edge.
Betsy convulsed spontaneously. She twitched uncontrollably, the spastic movement
resulting in more friction on her clit. Her pussy pulsed against itself, oozing hot sudsy
cunt cream that seeped down her legs. She pushed back, rotating her hips in a circle
opposite to Hank's. She wallowed in asshole fucking, her mind already dreaming about
Tippy's cock ripping into both her fuck holes.
"Fuck! Fuck me! Tear my ass apart!" She writhed, a mass of ignited flesh, burning
uncontrollably. "RIP ME APART!"
Hank pulled his cock out, preparing to ravage Betsy's ass again. It blew his mind. He
leered at her ass and his cock that would soon pierce her ass again. He placed the head
of his prick at the entrance to her tiny ass ring.
"Yeaaaah," he rumbled, eager to fucker ass. "Here we go!"
He slammed his hips forward; his prick head sank into her hot vibrating body. Instead
of stopping with his cock embedded, he pulled his cock quickly back, and then fucked
forward again. He repeated the fuck-strokes in long vicious jabs that sent them both
reeling into ecstasy. She pierced the air with her ranting screams of pain and pleasure.
There was no fear of her parents hearing her, and she reveled in it. "You're killing me!
You're killing meeee!" She loved the way he was fucking inside her asshole, ravaging
her ass. "Harder! HARDER!" The pain explosions in the back of her head and behind
her eyes blended with the pleasure explosions, becoming one sweeping engulfing
sensation after the other. She lifted her head and saw the two dogs in the corner, her
eyes bulging.
"You're next, " she screamed, her high voice breaking with emotion. "Aggggghhhhh!
Fuck! Harder!" She screamed again as Hank fucked his ramrod prick into her quivering
seething asshole, bringing her attention back to his fucking cock.
Hank shortened his fuck-strokes. They came quicker, with more jamming power. The
hot trembling girl beneath him became blurred. He held her hips firmly, poun9ing
mindlessly into her asshole, stretching her ass and filling it over and over again to
capacity with his cock meat. He watched her squirm as he fucked into her ass,
fascinated with her movements.
Her arms were stretched out, fingers gripping the edge of the desk, their knuckles
white. Her face glowed red, eyes staring out into space. She slobbered from her panting
mouth. Her hips and ass cheeks jiggled in rhythm to his steady fucking. The crack of
her ass was open, where his cock appeared then disappeared.
Panting, he slowed his fucking pace, making his joy last. He pulled his cock out only to
fuck it back again, reveling in her high-pitched yell of pleasure. He thrilled to her
hungry asshole gobbling his prick up each time he plunged in, as if trying to drain him.
"Jesus, baby," he groaned deliriously. "You have one sweet fucking ass." He ground his
hips savagely, fucking her with his cock buried to the balls.
"Then, fuck it!" she hollered back. "Fuck my ass! Drive me through the fuckin' desk!"
Hank took the child's violent screams as a challenge. He drove his cock up her ass with
all the force of his six-foot frame, smashing the soft eager teenager into the desk. The
wooden desk legs groaned under the heavy strain. Hank fucked his prick into Betsy's
ass, his prick slashing in and out like a saber.
"Aaaayiiieeee! FASTER! FUCK ME FASTER!"
She became insane. She thrashed on the desk, the flesh of her tits stinging as the wood
scratched her nipples. She clawed the top of the desk with her nails. Betsy lifted her
head to scream. Slobber drooled from her open mouth. She fought back, her lithe body
a lethal weapon, matching Hank's strength, matching his passion. She caught his rapid
fuck-pace, riding with him as he drove her into the desk, grinding her clit into the
wood. She eased back, waiting breathlessly for the next fuck-thrust. They came so fast
and hard it was impossible to distinguish one from the other.
Hank's balls slapped her cunt and his prick swelled larger.
"I'm ready," he grunted. "I'm gonna cream your fuckin' ass!" He snarled like an animal,
his prick seconds away from blasting.
"CUMMMM! CUMMMM, YOU FUCKER! CREAM ME GOOD!" She enjoyed the
sounds of her passion. There was no reason to be shy. They were alone, and she could
shout as loud as she cared to. "SQUIRT YOUR FUCKIN' JUICE! MAKE ME CUM,
TOO!" She lifted her head, the strain too much. It thudded back against the desk.
Hank's prick spouted a torrential flood of cum. His cum squirted deep in her asshole
up into her ass guts. It filled her ass quickly and began to gush out with each powerful
slam of his fucking cock.
"I'm cumminggggg!" he roared. "I'm cumming!"
"I feel it!" Betsy squealed joyously, his hot cum burning a path into her bowels.
"CHRIST!" The hot cum and the rough pounding on her clit sent Betsy out over the
precipice. Her body floundered.
Hank's cock rode the fury of Betsy's orgasm, weathering the storm of her emotions. He
fucked into her ass again and again.
"I'm cumming! Cumming!" She twisted and writhed as her orgasm seized control of
her body and churned her insides until she was blubbering incoherently. "I'm
cumming..."
Betsy fought him with her body, taking his best fuck-stabs and grinding her ass back
for more. Her c1it smashed repeatedly into the wood. "More! More! More!" she
chanted; her words garbled and hard to understand. Her knees buckled, banging into
the desk as
Hank fucked mercilessly into her ass with his cock. Hank's head snapped back, his
prick exploding again, his cum shooting up from the very depths of his balls, emptying
as they had never been emptied before. The muscles in his hard stomach rippled and he
spewed another wad of his creamy jizz into her asshole.
Their bodies wouldn't quit they slapped and banged into each other, battling their
ardent lust. Whooshing their animal grunts, they noisily voiced their bliss. Their cries
blended with the slapping of their sweaty bodies, all merging with the groaning of the
desk that was protesting the steady pounding.
Hank fucked forward with a fierce velocity that moved the desk. His cum continued to
pour out, draining his balls. "Uhhhhhh," he groaned, his legs weakening under the
stress of his orgasm. His cock finally stopped squirting, his balls finally empty. He held
her hips, keeping his balance. "AAAhhhhh," he grunted again as he refused to quit
fucking until Betsy told him to.
Betsy wailed, her legs flapping, kicking the desk. Her clit had turned numb and raw,
and her nipples burned under the steady agitation. The inside of her ass was scraped
raw and burning, and her seething pussy was bubbling its own frothy cum. The
sensations mingled inside her head, and she shuddered and dropped heavily.
"HELP ME!" The last of her orgasms wreaked havoc on her weak frame, leaving in its
wake a trembling body of ravaged flesh. She stiffened, and then totally collapsed.
"STOP!" she told Hank, and then she grayed out. Rippling waves of stormy bliss
carried her on a cloud of numbness.
Hank eased his partially hard cock out of her ass and heard a pop. He dropped to a
chair, pleasantly weary.
"AAAAAAAH!" Betsy sighed, coming back to life.
She tried moving, but instead slipped to the floor like syrup flowing off a table, ending
up a heap of flesh, head whirling, vision blurred, and senses numbed. She rolled over
and sighed, drifting in and out of reality.


Chapter 7

"Ohhh, shit, Mr. Fowler!" Betsy moaned, sitting on the floor. She rubbed her hand over
her ass. "I don't think I'll be able to walk again."
Hank grinned. "You'll walk again," he said. He snapped his fingers and Baron looked
up from his nap, his eyes alert, his pointed ears pricked. "C'mon, Baron." He snapped
his fingers again, and Baron joined him, sitting by his side, his stubby tail wiggling back
and forth.
Betsy moaned again. "I don't think I've got the strength to get fucked again."
"You'll be all right as soon as you catch your breath," Hank said, confident about
Betsy's recuperative powers. "You're a mountain of untapped fucking energy."
Betsy giggled, "I think you tapped me out." She crawled over to where he was seated.
She kissed the tip of his limp prick, swirling a drop of cum off the piss slit. "You've
fucked me senseless. Every God damn bone in my body is aching."
Hank ran his fingers through her blond hair. "By the time you suck off Baron, you'll be
ready for Tippy's cock."
Betsy shook her head. She looked down at her tits. They were red from all the scraping.
She touched the sensitive nipples. "Eeewww," she sighed, "they sting."
"You gonna deprive Baron of the joy of getting his cock sucked?"
Betsy heaved a heavy sigh. "Balls, of course not." She crawled slowly over to Baron. She
rubbed his long pointed snout. "I'm gonua suck you." She reached under his belly and
touched his hairy sheath. "I'm gonna get you all hard, and then I'm gonna suck your
cock until you howl."
Hank stared in awe of the youngster. She had a way with animals. They were putty in
her hands. She could probably sweet talk a lion into rolling over so she could suck his
prick.
Baron whimpered and licked Betsy's face, his long tongue darting into her open mouth.
His prick was beginning to emerge from its protective covering as her hand continued
to knead his muscled groin.
"Ummmmm, you like to kiss like Tippy?"
She caught his tongue and sucked it letting her teeth run across it as he pulled it from
her mouth. She giggled, sticking out her tongue and wanting Baron to lick it. He did,
and she sucked on his slapping tongue again.
Tippy looked up and saw his young mistress with Baron. He whined and came over to
them, licking Betsy's mouth, vying for her attention. His tail began to wag, his tongue
slapping her cheeks and eyes.
"OOhhhh," Betsy cooed, enjoying the attention of both dogs. "I think they want
something from me." She wallowed in their wet tongues licking her face, neck and
shoulders. "I think I'll make them earn it, Okay?"
"Fine by me," Hank said, enthralled by the erotic scene being played out right in front
of him.
The sweet innocent-looking teenager was offering her naked body to the horny dogs
and they were responding. They were licking her skin, soaking the smooth flesh,
working their way down from her face to her shoulders and heaving tits.
"You can suck Baron off whenever you're ready."
Betsy wasn't listening to Hank. She was too engrossed with the dogs at the moment.
"Ohhhhh, Baron." She scratched his head as his tongue whipped on her fleshy tits.
"Aaaaah!" She leaned back, propping her tits in the air and supporting her weight on
her arms. "Lick me, you horny bastards!" She laughed, shivering in delight as Baron
and Tippy licked wetly, their tongues whipping her into euphoria.
Baron seemed to be content with the jiggling flesh of her tit. He licked his tongue on
the bullet tips, and then nibbled with his teeth. His tongue slapped her arms, slinking
into her armpit. The sensation made Betsy giggle. He soaked her underarm and tit,
burrowing his head between her arm and body.
"EeeewwwH She looked up at Hank. "I think he wants to fuck me there."
"You better suck his cock before he starts biting you."
"I will. Ya Wanna join them? I got a free tit, Tippy's more interested in my cunt."
"I'll watch," Hank said, his spent prick beginning to feel new life.
Betsy humped her pussy at her, pet German shepherd. "Suck my pussy, Tippy. Lick me
all up." She wriggled her ass on the floor and swooned as Tippy's tongue slithered into
her hot pussy at the same time Baron nipped her nipple. "I'm going crazy! Jesus, these
fucking dogs are sex maniacs."
She scrambled away" laughing. Both dogs followed, their tongues lashing her body as
she cuddled between Hank's legs and held his cock.
"I wanna suck Baron in the bedroom. I want him to be able to fuck my face as if I were
a doggie bitch." She was trembling from the horny thought.
Hank stood, scooping up the slender girl in his arms and carrying her down the hall to
the bedroom.. He dropped her on the bed and the dogs jumped up, each trying to lick
Betsy's body. He smiled, gazing at her outstretched legs and the moist pussy gash. He
shook his head in awe and sat on the chair, getting comfortable.
Betsy rolled off, propping herself at the foot of the bed, resting her head against the
mattress. "This is gonna be great." She squirmed against Tippy's long sliding tongue as
he reamed her pussy hole, curling his tongue inside and lapping out the cunt cream
that oozed freely from' her cushiony pussy walls.
She grabbed Baron by his collar, bringing him away from her spit-soaked tits. "I'm
gonna suck your cock now," she told him, and she kissed him, running her tongue over
his. "I want you to fuck my mouth like I was a nice hot bitch." She swirled her tongue
around her lips and slowly milked his cock, getting it hard. "Gonna get you hard and
thick."
Baron yelped, his powerful body rippling with energy as the young girl sucked his
prick. He licked her face, glancing occasionally at his master.
"Ohhh, boy," she sighed. Baron's long thick prick was finally sticking out to its fullest
length. "You're nice and hard now." Her head was reeling. Tippy's tongue was driving
her insane. "C'mon." She squirmed against her pet's snout, trying to pull Baron above
her and get him to rest his front paws on the bed.
"Help me, Mr. Fowler," she cried, desperately wanting to suck Baron. "Help Baron up."
Hank gulped back his rising passion and came over to the bed. He snapped his fingers
and Baron looked at him, eyes glazed with passion, no longer clear and bright. "Easy,
boy,"
Hank soothed softly, helping him put his giant paws on the bed. "Yeaaah, boy, you got
it!"
Betsy gulped, squiggling into place, stretching her neck back and easing down farther,
getting her mouth into position to take Baron's prick. She slipped her arms around his
back, feeling his powerful hind legs on either side of her body. She felt pinned and
loved the new position. It would be a lot more fun having him fuck her face this way.
Last night, with Tippy on his side, he couldn't get enough force behind his fuck-jabs.
Baron's prick was fucking her mouth and her hands smoothed over his flanks. Her
tongue swiped across his prick tip, tormenting him as he tried to sink his cock into her
mouth. Fantastic! She spread her legs wider, affording Tippy more room to lick her
pussy. She gurgled as one of Baron's fuck-lunges hit the mark and speared into her
throat.
She gagged, Baron's prick jabbing. Her lips closed around his cock shaft and she
sucked, concentrating on his prick, fighting her natural urge to choke and push him
away. She hummed through her nose. The power of Baron's cock surprised her and
then she remembered how strong he was when he fucked her cunt. It was the same.
Her mouth was acting like a pussy. She was thrilled with this new position.
Her body was in a fiery turmoil. Baron's cock fucked her scorching hot mouth with
violent stabs, and Tippy's tongue cleaned out her juicy pussy. She squirmed and
writhed, keeping her mouth steady for the Doberman, her lips clinging to his
overgrown cock shaft, her tongue slapping. She loved Baron force feeding his prick into
her mouth.
Baron yelped and danced on his hind legs. His belly loomed over her head, his paws
firmly planted on the mattress. His dangerous jaw was opened, fangs bared, lips drawn
back, and neck taut, his muscles bulging out. His rump jabbed with tremendous speed,
fucking his cock in and out of Betsy's sucking mouth.
Betsy was drowning in her own swirling lust. Her head was foggy. Her eyes could
hardly make out the blurring action of Baron's fucking body. Her mouth sucked deeply,
her teeth grazing along the thick prick shaft as he fucked it repeatedly into her face.
"Un! Unnnnn!" she growled deep in her throat as Baron's cock and Tippy's tongue in
her pussy transformed her into a vat of boiling passion. She fucked up her pussy at the
German shepherd, rocking her hips back and forth, the thudding of her banging ass
pounding in her ears.
She reached around Baron, her fingers playing at his asshole. She tickled his ass while
ravenously sucking his cock. The action seemed to increase Baron's pace, his stiff cock
fucking into her throat at lightning speed.
Baron's cock swelled larger and his dark eyes looked as if they would pop. His neck was
straining, his tongue lolling out. Yelping, he raced mindlessly toward his orgasm. His
feet pranced on the floor. At the same time he fucked her tight throat with his cock, he
tried to squirm his ass away from her digging fingers.
Betsy thrilled to the exquisite torture she was forcing the dog to endure. She roamed his
body with her hands, taking the brunt of his avid fuck-plunges. She was snug beneath
him, his long legs against her sides, her face and mouth at his mercy. She sank her
teeth into his cock as a twinge from her pussy sent her into bliss. Tippy had nipped her
erect clit, causing a wild sensation in her pussy.
Baron yelped, fucking furiously in her mouth. He growled, urging his prick harder,
accelerating his speed, anxious to get off. Yelping, his balls slapping her chin, he fucked
headlong toward his orgasm.
Betsy sensed from his enlarging cock that the beast was ready. She sucked to
accommodate him, skimming her hands around to his jabbing ass. She worked one
finger into the brute's tight ass crack, making him howl in protest. She squiggled, it
around, triggering Baron's orgasm.
Baron howled louder at his prick exploding with a gush of hot cum. In a flash, he
saturated her mouth with his white thick goo. Cum gushed down her throat and spilled
out of her clinging lips from around his jabbing cock shaft. He fucked with brute force,
spewing a never-ending flood of dog jizz into her sucking mouth.
Betsy's eyes rolled, and she began choking, dog cum oozing from her mouth and nose
– and yet it didn't stop. Her pussy was burning up from Tippy's tongue stuffing her
cunt while her mouth was stuffed with Baron's cock. She was mad, a sizzling spit fire as
she began to chew on Baron's cock, wanting him always to remember her. She sucked
with alternating bites and licks.
She plunged another finger into his asshole, listening to his howls as he squirted more
cum into her mouth. She dug her nail into the tight ass wall, and Baron lurched
forward, fucking his cock down her throat, the last of his spurting cum forcibly being
jettisoned down into her belly.
He yelped, stabbed her again with a flurry of horrendous fuck-jabs, his ass in torture
from her digging fingers. In an effort to free his ass of her prying fingers, he leaped
upward, his cock scraping agonizingly against her teeth. He ran to the head of the bed,
away from her sadistic mouth and harsh fingers, and curled up, swabbing and soothing
his wounded prick with his tongue.
Betsy was gasping, white doggie cum dripping from her mouth and nose. Her eyes
glowed like fiery blue ice. She was in a passion induced trance.
"He'll remember me," she gurgled, doggie cum floating in her throat as she swallowed
over and over again. She winked, resting her head back on the bed.
Hank was stunned. Never had he seen a show like the one he had just witnessed, even
with a woman twice her age, and it wasn't over. His cock was aching again, throbbing
for one more shot at this boundless pit of fucking delight.
"He won't forget your mouth, Betsy," he groaned.
She smiled, trying to catch her breath. She pushed her feet against the floor, lifting her
ass up and sliding back onto the bed. "You fucked me like a dog. Now I want Tippy to
fuck me like a man." The idea blew her spinning mind.
"Anything," Hank said, getting up and walking over to Tippy, who refused to
relinquish Betty's pussy. He stroked the back of the dog's head. The sweet pungent
aroma of Betsy's bubbling cunt hit him smack between the eyes. "Spread them wide,
baby. I'll bring him up to you."
Betsy did as she was told. Her entire body was tingling. It felt like tiny fires throughout
her body. There wasn't an inch of flesh that didn't tingle in delight – from the tips of
her toes to the tips of her fingers. She was totally alive.
"Hurry! I need something in my pussy to put out the fucking fires."
Hank pulled the nervous and highly aroused German shepherd from Betsy's dripping
cunt. At once, the dog began to whimper. "Easy, boy. Easy," Hank tried to soothe him,
and lifted him up.
Tippy seemed to realize what was happening he barked, prancing about on the floor as
he angled between Betsy's parted thighs. His long thickening prick stabbed at her
pussy, jabbing her thighs, whacking into her clit, and hitting every part of her crotch
but her gaping pussy hole.
Betsy squirmed, her hips jerking about desperately to capture Tippy's evasive prick. She
gazed at Hank, her blue eyes pleading.
"Help him," she gasped. "Please, help Tippy get his cock in my pussy!"
He wiped her hair off her face. Her forehead was moist with perspiration. "Relax, Don't
move, and he'll find it. This is his first time."
Betsy forced herself not to move, and it happened. " Aaaayiiieee!" She screamed in
heavenly bliss. "He's in me! He's fucking me!"
"See?" Hank said, getting comfortable to watch the finale.
His prick was towering above his thighs, and he hoped the exuberant teenager would
have enough strength to take him on after her pet German shepherd. He couldn't make
up his mind whether to fuck her exquisite mouth or ravage her pussy. It was a difficult
decision. It would be his parting shot.
"Yesssss!" Betsy squirmed contentedly, now that her pussy was full of doggie prick. She
looked at Tippy, his head directly above hers. "Ohhhhh, Tippy. Tippy! Fuck meeeee!
Fuck me blind!"
Tippy fucked her pussy with punching jabs that sent his mistress reeling. His tongue
drooped out, a sudsy froth dripping down as his cock pounded into his mistress's cunt.
His bushy tail was curled between his hind legs, and his front paws were buried in the
mattress on each side of Betsy's face. He was yelping joyously, panting and racing
toward completion.
"Unnnn, Tippy, you wonderful dog!" She fucked her cunt up at him, grinding her clit
into his hairy body. "Un! Un! Unnnoooo!"
Her mind swam in lust. Her hands petted her dog's face in adoration. She lifted her
head up between his front paws, her mouth greedy for his tongue. She sucked his
rubbery tongue as it lolled out of his mouth, drawing it into her own mouth.
Everything was so fantastic!
Tippy yelped and whimpered, yanking his tongue out of her mouth. He was squirming,
his cock swishing in and out of his mistress's pool of cunt juices. He fucked her cunt at
an alarming rate, his prick swelling, his orgasm not far away. His heavy cum-laden balls
slapped her ass cheeks, a hairy sac that whacked and swayed with each hurling fucklunge.
Betsy's head dropped back, relinquishing his tongue. She was too weak to hold her
head up any more. "Tippy! Tippy! Fuck me! Ohhh, God! I'm in heaven!" She wriggled
her pussy at her pet, getting into a position that drove his lean red cock deeper into her
cunt."
"Ughhhnnn!"
Her legs parted more, the muscles in her thighs straining. She lifted them up, fucking
wildly at his plowing prick. "I'm getting ready! Ohhhh, Christ!"
Hank watched, totally engrossed in the child's fucking gyrations. He was amused that
she had sent his Doberman away whimpering defeated and drained of his cum – and
now she was about to do the same to her shepherd. He rubbed his cock, still deciding
whether to fuck her pussy or her mouth.
"Tell me when you're cumming," he groaned. "Scream it out!"
Betsy looked over at him, hardly seeing him. She had heard his voice in her fogged
senses.
"Yes," she moaned. "YESSSSS!" She frenziedly fucked up at her beast, slamming her
cunt at him, fucking with him. They both climbed over the peak. "Cream me, you
fuckin' prick!" she screamed. "Cream" meeeee!"
Tippy was yelping. His mistress's voice was urging him on. He seemed to sense, in his
dulled lust-ridden brain, that his mistress was pleased. He danced on his back paws, his
front paws bracing for support. His head lifted, and his rubbery saliva-drenched lips
stretched back across his teeth. His canine fangs glistened, shiny and dangerous.
"CUMMMM, you fucker! CUMMMM!" Betsy's mind was confused, her body reacting
out of lust and by instinct. She clawed his flanks, making him bark and howl. She used
her pussy muscles to trigger an explosion that was long in coming.
Tippy's body became a machine, a finely honed fucking machine that set a breathtaking
pace. His hips fucked like greased lightning and his eyes bulged. His prick erupted like
a volcano blowing off its top. A river of doggie cum squirted with such force, it jolted
Betsy into convulsions.
"He's cumminggg!" she screamed. "He's filling my cunt with cum! I can feel it! It's in
my belly!" She was insane, screaming anything and everything about what was
happening. "I'm drowning in doggie cum." Her lower body became a battering ram,
fucking up at the dog, matching his speed and overcoming his strength. She struggled
to the summit a split second behind him.
She arched her back, her legs shooting out straight. Her mouth opened as the
realization of what was happening burned into her mind.
"I'MMMM CUMMMMM... inggggg!"
Her piercing screech shattered the air. "I'M CUMMING, TIPPY!" Her head snapped
toward Hank. "I'M cumming, Mr. Fowler!" Her eyes rolled in her head, the whites
rolling... into View.
The rest of her fragmented thought was lost in the myriad of impressions that seized
her body. She fucked her hips and pussy at her dog, writhing in ecstasy, her pussy
muscles tugging and draining the beast of every drop of his cum. Her head snapped
from side to side and her legs tried to circle his humping back. She was lost to reality,
banging and fucking her pet as if her life depended on it.
Tippy finished with a ruthless fuckplunge that stabbed his mistress so hard she
frightened him with a bloodcurdling scream. With his prick shrinking, the cock tip
squirting, he pulled back, the last spray of cum drenching her white sweaty body. He
ran to the corner of the room, panting, and his prick an exhausted piece of animal
flesh.
Betsy was still in the throes of her orgasm. She hovered there, her fingers clawing her
clit, suspended in sharp tingling sensations. "Ooooooh," she sighed, rolling back and
forth on the bed. "Oohhhhh!" She crashed into the soft gray world of neither bliss nor
reality, a world of semi consciousness.
"Ooooohhh, it was sooooo... wonderful!"
Still crazed, her passion slowly diminished. Her eyes blinked, catching a glimpse of
Hank's towering cock. A dreamy smile covered her face, and she reached for his prick.
"I'm sucking you," she moaned, talking to his cock. "I'm gonna make you cry uncle."
She gobbled his cock into her mouth, settling Hank's dilemma of which fuck hole to
plunder.
An hour later, after finishing off Hank and cleaning up, Betsy left the training school,
Tippy heeling beside her. She was elated. Tippy had passed all the tests and was ready
to serve obediently in public as her pet and obediently in private as her fucker.


THE END
