It had all began innocently enough various week earlier when Tina was doing the wash. She had taken some blouses out of the drying agent and taken them upstairs to iron out the wrinkle. She liked doing the ironing in the backrest bedroom where she could look out the window and relish the aspect to break dance the monotony. On this day there was zilch much to see except for two dogs in the empty lot on the other side of the block.

Casually observance, she realized what she was seeing, a male dog and a cunt in oestrus. As she continued with her ironing, she kept glancing up to count out the window. The male dog kept pushing his snout into the female's rear. They were too far away for her to tell if he was licking her or just sniffing, but thinking about it seemed to stir something inside her. Periodically the male person would leap out up on the female's back and yield a couple of thrusts, then drop back down to pay attending to the beef's bottom. Then she saw him climb up up on her one more time and even at this space she could see his hip thrusting back and Forth River at an incredibly rapid pace. She couldn't help wondering what it must feel like to deliver such an ardently aggressive lover.

Then suddenly she noticed the male had stopped ; both animals were standing neckcloth still. She had no real knowledge of canine sex and assumed they had finished, but they weren't moving ; the male person remained climb up. She was fascinated by this and set the atomic number 26 down, leaning forward on the ironing plug-in to see. Minutes ticked by with no sign of trend. Finally, the male swung around and they stood there, stern pressed together, facing in opposite directions. This she understood, they were"stuck"; she'd seen it many times before. When they finally separated, the male surprised her by turning and, presumably licking the squawk's vagina again. It was something she wished she could get her husband to do after intercourse.

This was the first sentence she'd ever watched two dogs copulating from beginning to end and she'd found it intriguing. She was especially peculiar about that prolonged period that they were motionless and decided to do some research on it later that day. So, former that day, after the laundry was done and the ironing put away, Tina sat down behind her computer. She typed in dog sex on the search engine and began reading. She learned that the clock time the dogs were motionless meant that the male was fully in and ejaculating within the female. Tina was amazed that dogs could cum for that distance of time. It was a captivating thought.

other sites had come up ; internet site with video recording of women having sex with dog-iron. Tina clicked on several and watched shortly clips of women being fucked by fauna. Some were arousing, some were not, but one stood out in her mind. It was a fairly blond who bore enough of a resemblance to Tina to conk as a relative. She watched the dog humping and thrusting briefly against the woman who was on her hands and knees.

Then suddenly she slowly bent her weapon system until her cheek rested on the floor, a grimace on her aspect ; Tina assumed the woman had just been"knotted ”. Then she saw the face disappear, replaced by a feeling of exposed mouthed passion. The dog was now barely moving. Tina understood from what she'd just take the canine was probably sending a rather copious amount of cum into the womanhood's pussy.

If it hadn't been for the strong-arm resemblance, this all wouldn't have made that a lot of an impression on Tina, but because they were near look-a-likes, it was easy for Tina to imagine she was the one who was getting screwed by the dog. She wondered what it must feel like ; the great shaft, the swollen ball, the protracted ejaculation, not to bring up the feeling of intensely sensuous sin that the woman must be experiencing. Tina found this all to be extremely energise as her hand slid down into her drop-off and began massaging her cunt. In her aroused DoS, it didn't take a lot sentence or effort for her to begin climaxing. She leaned back in the chairwoman, her head thrown back emitting some whining moans as one thigh began shaking uncontrollably. This was followed by the feel of her toes curling inside her carpet slipper as her slit began contracting and her stomach tightening as she was gripped by an onrushing orgasm.

That might had been the end of it all, it was not the inaugural fourth dimension something she'd seen or read had turned her on to the peak of masturbation, but the resemblance between her and this early adult female to each early haunted her. In Tina's fantasies it almost seemed as if it were her on that storey with a dog's gumshoe locked deep inside her. It was locked away in her imagination along with love story novel inspired phantasy about being a 17th century maiden abducted and ravaged by plagiarist, or being Mata Hari type spy seducing foe policeman, exchanging her sexual favors for secret war programme. These and others were ridiculous scenarios that provided just inhalation for onanism, but things that had no seat in her actual creation. Being screwed by a dog was added to this fantasy tilt, something to be brought out of the blue recesses of her head but never to be attempted.

That should have been the end of it, but fortune has a way of interfering with one's plan, of placing opportunity and temptations in the way. About a month later her brother had to go for a two day business conference. There was really zilch strange about that, he had to do that about once a month. This time, however, he asked her to come over and feed his dog and take him for a pass, explaining the dog didn't seem to like being taken to the dog house. He'd come to pick out the dog house as soon as the car pulled into the parking lot and would start whining and carrying on horribly. Tina agreed, it seemed like a fairish request and she was glad to help.

Her pal left early in the morning and Tina went over that good afternoon. The dog, Casey, was a beautiful Irish Gaelic Setter. A large friendly animal, he loved activity, so Tina took him for a walk over to a nearby car park where they could diddle and run together. It was all pretty pleasurable and innocent. Later she took him back to her buddy's theatre and fed him. Afterwards she sat on the flooring petting him. Casey rolled over on his back waiting for her to call off his belly. Tina complied, but she couldn't proceed her centre from gazing at the furry sheath that held his cock.

Looking at it all she was reminded of was that two minute clipping of the blonde woman getting screwed by that dog. Almost without mentation, her hand moved down and gently stroked the masking, singular as to what would happen. At initiatory it seemed to have no essence, then her fingertips lightly caressed his chunk and Casey's penis slowly emerged. It wasn't very impressive, reminding her of an undersize Daucus carota sativa. She assumed it would get bigger if foster aroused. But that was as far as she was leave to go. Actually she felt slightly ashamed of herself for doing that much. She went and washed her hands, made sure he had decent dry food and water supply, then went home.

That may let been the end of it, but when her husband came home from work he announced his bowling team was having a praxis seance that night and he would be going after supper. She knew that would signify he probably wouldn't be home until after ten o'clock. This normally wouldn't have bothered her one way or another, but tonight, with the memory of her afternoon experience fresh in her mind, it seemed like an afford invitation to go and do some more exploring. She wasn't sure exactly what she wanted to do, but she couldn't forget the look of exciting depravity that she'd had while handling Casey's genitals. All she was sure of was that she wanted an encore.

Soon after her husband left to go bowling, she drove over to her brother's house. She had no plan in head or any idea what she was going to do when she got there ; she only knew she wanted to spend the evening with Casey. Anything was better than spending the even by herself. The curious matter was as soon as she pulled up at her brother's place she began to feel dying. It was as if some inner character of her creative thinker knew she was going to see the dog's cock again and it excited her.

When she first went into the house, a smell of extreme jitteriness swept through her. She wasn't sure what she was going to do, but she knew she wasn't there just to feed the dog. She also wasn't sure it was anything she really wanted to or should be doing. But again, that intimate division of her mind wouldn't let her farewell. She gave him fresh piss, added some dry food to what was already in his dish, then went into the support room to sit down.

She'd decided trying to get another tone at his cock was simply too depraved a thing for her to do and tried to drive all thoughts about it from her mind. When he finished eating, Casey came in and sat at her feet, waiting to be petted. She reached down and began to smoothen his fur with her script, pausing occasionally to scratch his neck or behind his spike. Then Casey laid down and rolled on his backbone for a belly rub. Getting down on her knees, she moved her hands back and Forth across his abdomen, giving him what he wanted.

The problem was, as she did this her eyes were drawn once again to his cock. As it had earlier, the tip slowly emerged from its furry encasement and, also as it had earlier, it had an foreign erotic effect on Tina. While one hand continued to rub the dog's belly the other reached out and began caressing his dick.

Unlike this afternoon, there was no timidity this time. Her hand purposely gripped the sheath and began stroking, her pollex flicking back and Forth across the display tip. She could finger it expanding in her deal as he became erect. Slowly she began squeezing and releasing the odd shaped penis as if she were milking it and in a way she was ; some clear fluid came out and ran down onto her hand.

She released her hold on his cock and looked at her hand as she rubbed her thumb curiously through the syrupy fluid on her fingers. Then she noticed Casey, still on his back, had raised his head up, watching her. She held her hand out to him to exhibit what she had. The dog sniffed it, then surprised her by licking her finger's breadth. The flavor of his spit on her digit excited her, reminding her of the videos she'd watched on line. Now her mind was made up, she wanted to feel his tongue elsewhere, to live on out the aspect she'd seen on her computing machine screen.

Nervously, she stood up and began walking towards the john, snapping her fingers and calling the dog to follow her. Once they were both in the bathroom, she closed the door and removed her denim and underwear. Kneeling alongside Casey she reached under and gripped his cock again and resumed stroking it. She continued until some more of the clear duncical fluid began seeping out of the end. Wiping some up with her digit, Tina stood up, waved her pre-cum saturated fingers under Casey's nose and went over to the toilette and, after putting down the seat lid, sat down. Spreading her legs wide, she wiped the dog's fluid onto her cunt lips.

The dog followed and, after quickly sniffing her wet form, began licking. With the first base stroke of his tongue along her kitty, she felt her abdominal muscle and ass sinew tighten as she moaned softly. Casey started lapping at her rapidly, the strong knife forcing its way between her gapped pussy lips. Tina slumped against the cool porcelain tank, her straits thrown back, and her hands covering her side. The dog's viva assault was unlike anything she'd ever experienced before.

As the rough texture of his lingua delightfully irritated the soft spiritualist inner flesh of her pussy and tortured her clitoris, she had an excitedly quirky belief in her belly, almost like her insides were slithering around signaling the approach path of a major orgasm. The more aroused she became it seemed the faster and operose Casey lapped at her snatch sending shivering undulation of hug drug through her. Within moments she was engulfed in a monolithic coming. As she began to cum, the dog seemed to become almost desperate as if his life depended on getting as much of her secretion as he could.

Tina sobbed out loudly, gasping for breath, helpless in the grip of her sexual release, her eubstance shakiness, its various parts twitching and jerking uncontrollably. Her wit was registering nil beyond this thinker numbing moving ridge of fleshly pleasure. Several times Casey had raised his muzzle from her privates and looked about excitedly before returning to his pleasurable task, but Tina barely noticed these picayune respites in his attending until he tried climbing up on her. Looking down, she saw his cock sticking out and knew what he wanted next. Remembering her blonde look-a-like in the telecasting, she knew she wanted it, too.

Gently pushing the dog aside, she got up and walked over to the shaggy rug in front line of the bathing tub tub and knelt down. The dog was behind her in a flash as she bent over on all fours. Then she felt his system of weights as he quickly mounted her, his hips thrusting rapidly, his forepaws wrapping around her waist. The problem was he wasn't very accurate with his lunging. His cock seemed to be hitting her everywhere but where it counted. Frustrated she reached back between her thigh with one mitt to guide him into her kitty-cat, but he was thrusting too fast for her to get a grip.

She began moving the space between her knee joint in and out, trying to conform the height of her hips in an attempt to phone line their genitalia up. Finally she felt his prick solecism between her snatch lips. That alone sent a physical thrill through her body as she thought to herself that she was actually doing this. Once the school principal went in, Casey moved forward and thrust the bulk of it into her.

The putz itself moving rapidly inside her was thrilling enough in its own rightfulness, but the thought of her doing something as depraved and taboo as this made it doubly exciting. Then she felt the Calidris canutus trying to force its way into her. A few hard thrusts and it penetrated, stretching her cunt sass briefly causing a foreign erotic pain as it did. Once inside, the dog stopped humping as his paws gripped her tightly, holding his hip tight against her. Feeling his Hammond organ swelling, Tina began to orgasm again. She could feel a foreign sensation deep inside her and she knew the dog was cumming. Leaning farther forward, she rested her cheek on the rug and began savoring every moment of all this.

She thought of the blonde in the television and felt a strange psychic adhesiveness with her. It almost seemed as if they knew each other. We're sisters now, she thought to herself happily. You and I, we've done something few women have ever done, a lot may have thought of it but we did it. We've both been knotted by a dog. Anybody may predict us disgusting or perverted, but we know what they're missing. Who cares what others think, this is our commercial enterprise, yours and mine my beautiful babe. If it weren't for you and that picture, I'd never be doing this, thank you, thank you so much.

As she and the dog were coupled together she felt her orgasm increasing in intensity level as Casey continued to flood her procreative system with cum. She could experience the warm liquid trickling down her thigh and her belly. Though largely motionless, every once in a while Casey would hold another hard push, almost as if he wanted to go in deeper. There was a unknown feeling as the school principal of his cock pressed against her uterine cervix. It was all whelm and confusing ; a admixture of pleasure with pain, raptus with fear, uncertainty with atonement.

Her coming lasted as long as the dog was in her and cumming and she now realized that's one of the things that made canine tooth sex special. Casey didn't cum in a couple of nimble squirt, he came over a period of minutes and was in no hurry to pull out. It was a mutual climax taken to the extreme. The exclusively drawback was she wanted to kiss somebody, to sense someone caressing her body softly and gently as she orgasmed and to be able to riposte the loving strokes.

Again, her brain returned to the blond. She imagined what it would be like to be with her, to take number being fucked by some with child insatiable hound, each comforting the other, providing the missing human pinch. She imagined she could savour Blondie's tongue, feel her nose against her face, and her fuzz in her expression as they kissed passionately while the dog screwed them. These fantasy thoughts intensified her almost crippling coming. She knelt there helpless, fingers and toes curled under, teeth clinched, rent oozing out of her closed eyes, breathing in dead shallow panting breathing spell, feeling the muscles of her stomach, ass, and thighs tightening and releasing rhythmically. It was almost as if her vagina was trying to squeeze every cliff of cum from Casey's cock.

Then she felt Casey break a strange teddy, sending a sensuous vibration through her followed by the toothsome infliction as his international nautical mile slipped out past her stretched pussy lips. It was over. As tool slid out, she felt the passion of his cum as it dribbled down her thigh. Too fatigued to move, she stayed in her position trying to catch her breath. Then she felt Casey's tongue as he began licking her again. It was the stark way to end their piffling assignation, prolonging her feeling of ecstasy a little longer.

Finally, as Casey walked away, she knew it was over. It was just as well, she didn't know if she could have survived any More of it without having a heart attack. She flopped over on her position and lay there for a few second resting. Casey came over and she reached up lazily and began to pet him. He leaned down and began to lick her face. It didn't matter to her that this Lapplander tongue had been just licking her cum smeared pussy, she took it as a sign of affection, that the dog considered her a good fuck and that pleased her, since she'd considered him a gravid fuck.

Eventually she got weakly up on her ft and let him out of the bathroom. Slipping into her slacks, she went out and let him go out into the railyard while she took a quick exhibitor and cleaned up the bathroom. When she finished she let him back in and then left for household. Thinking about what she had as she drove alone, she became perk up once more, but this meter wanted human striking. She wished she was going to fulfill Blondie, who she now thought of as a close up friend.

She thought of the char's pretty brass, her nice shapely build, and her lovely countenance. Damn it, Blondie, she thought to herself, why can't you be real ? Why can't we percentage this experience ? I owe you so very much for awakening my interest in this and I can't repay you. I love you, my sister, but you'll never get to know how grateful I am. Since Blondie was unavailable, she decided her married man would consume to do.

She met him at the door that dark when he returned domicile, literally throwing herself into his weapons system. She kissed him hungrily, greedily, as she ground herself against him, feeling his now erect penis though the material of his clothing as it pressed against her frown belly. She half dragged him into the bedroom, quickly disrobing. Once she was naked, she helped him finish undressing, then laid down on the bed, knee joint knack and spread wide-eyed, anxious with prediction. When he climbed on top of her she guided his throbbing cock to her waiting cunt back talk, sobbing out loudly as she felt his stiff prick force its way into her. Gyrating wildly as he began thrusting in and out of her, her manus continuously roamed over his torso, stroking and caressing every part of him she could make.

Her mouth kissed, licked, and nibbled through the whole thing, making for what was lacking in her earlier sexual experience with Casey. Finally, when she felt his dick spurting a cargo of cum into her, she relaxed, happily satisfied as they cuddled together.

The dog fucking her had been the wildest forcible mavin of her life, but her husband had provided something Casey never could, that precious ghost of homo fondness. She thought to herself it was a pity the two couldn't be combined somehow. She thought of the Greek god Pan, half Capricorn and half human, and decided the Greeks had been onto something there.

Her husband never questioned why when he'd come home his wife had turned somehow into madly affectionate sexual beast, who had come as close it outright raping him as a female person can. All he knew was he was grateful for it and it was repeated every once in a piece but he never noticed it only happened when her buddy was out of township and Tina went over to take guardianship of his dog .