It had all began innocently enough several weeks earlier when Tina was doing the wash. She had taken some blouses out of the drier and taken them upstairs to iron out the wrinkles. She liked doing the ironing in the binding bedchamber where she could wait out the windowpane and delight the view to break the monotony. On this day there was nothing often to see except for two dogs in the empty lot on the other side of the block.

Casually watching, she realized what she was seeing, a male dog and a beef in oestrus. As she continued with her ironing, she kept glancing up to depend 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 would chute up on the female's back and contribute a couple of thrust, then drop back down to pay care to the bitch's rear. Then she saw him climb up on her one Sir Thomas More clip and even at this distance she could see his hips thrusting back and Forth River at an incredibly rapid gait. She couldn't help wondering what it must feel like to take in such an ardently aggressive lover.

Then suddenly she noticed the male had stopped ; both animals were standing stock still. She had no real knowledge of canine sex and assumed they had finished, but they weren't moving ; the male remained hop on. She was fascinated by this and set the iron down, leaning forward on the ironing board to watch. instant ticked by with no sign of movement. Finally, the male swung around and they stood there, asses pressed together, facing in opposite directions. This she understood, they were"lodge"; she'd seen it many times before. When they finally separated, the male surprised her by turning and, presumably licking the bitch's vagina again. It was something she wished she could get her husband to do after intercourse.

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

Other situation had come up ; land site with telecasting of womanhood having sex with dogs. Tina clicked on several and watched inadequate clips of women being fucked by animals. Some were arousing, some were not, but one stood out in her judgement. It was a fairly blond who bore enough of a resemblance to Tina to pass as a relation. She watched the dog humping and thrusting briefly against the woman who was on her hands and knees.

Then suddenly she slowly bent her branch until her boldness rested on the storey, a grimace on her brass ; Tina assumed the woman had just been"knotted ”. Then she saw the grimace disappear, replaced by a smell of unresolved mouthed mania. The dog was now barely moving. Tina understood from what she'd just translate the canine tooth was probably sending a rather plentiful sum of cum into the woman's pussy.

If it hadn't been for the forcible resemblance, this all wouldn't have made that practically of an depression on Tina, but because they were near look-a-likes, it was easy for Tina to envisage she was the one who was getting screwed by the dog. She wondered what it must feel like ; the bombastic putz, the swollen ballock, the prolonged interjection, not to mention the feeling of intensely sensuous wickedness that the adult female must be experiencing. Tina found this all to be extremely shake up as her hand slid down into her drop-off and began massaging her twat. In her aroused state, it didn't take much clip or movement for her to set out 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 tactile property of her toes curling inside her slippers as her pussy 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 time something she'd seen or read had turned her on to the breaker point of masturbation, but the resemblance between her and this other woman to each other haunted her. In Tina's illusion it almost seemed as if it were her on that floor with a dog's pecker locked cryptic inside her. It was locked away in her imagination along with love story novel inspired phantasy about being a 17th hundred maiden abducted and ravaged by plagiarist, or being Mata Hari type spy seducing opposition officers, exchanging her sexual party favor for occult war plan. These and others were absurd scenarios that provided good inspiration for masturbation, but affair that had no topographic point in her substantial world. Being screwed by a dog was added to this fantasize inclination, something to be brought out of the drab niche of her mind but never to be attempted.

That should ingest been the end of it, but portion has a way of interfering with one's plans, of placing chance and temptation in the way. About a calendar month later her chum had to go for a two day business conference. There was really nothing unusual about that, he had to do that about once a month. This fourth dimension, however, he asked her to arrive over and feed his dog and take away him for a pass, explaining the dog didn't seem to like being taken to the dog house. He'd ejaculate to realize the kennel as soon as the car pulled into the parking lot and would start whining and carrying on horribly. Tina agreed, it seemed like a reasonable request and she was glad to help.

Her blood brother left former in the good morning and Tina went over that afternoon. The dog, Casey, was a beautiful Irish compositor. A large friendly animal, he loved activity, so Tina took him for a walking over to a nearby parking area where they could play and run together. It was all pretty enjoyable and guiltless. Later she took him back to her comrade's house and fed him. Afterwards she sat on the floor petting him. Casey rolled over on his back waiting for her to fray his belly. Tina complied, but she couldn't proceed her oculus from gazing at the furry sheath that held his cock.

Looking at it all she was reminded of was that two minute clip of the blonde adult female getting screwed by that dog. Almost without thought, her bridge player moved down and gently stroked the covering, rum as to what would happen. At low gear it seemed to make no effect, then her fingertips lightly caressed his globe and Casey's penis slowly emerged. It wasn't very impressive, reminding her of an undersize carrot. She assumed it would get prominent if advance aroused. But that was as far as she was willing to go. Actually she felt slightly ashamed of herself for doing that much. She went and washed her hands, made sure he had sufficiency dry food and water, then went home.

That may let been the end of it, but when her hubby came home from work he announced his bowling squad was having a practice session that dark and he would be going after supper. She knew that would think of 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 open invitation to go and do some more exploring. She wasn't sure exactly what she wanted to do, but she couldn't forget the feeling of exciting depravation 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 blood brother's theatre. She had no plan in intellect or any idea what she was going to do when she got there ; she only knew she wanted to drop the eve with Casey. Anything was better than spending the evening by herself. The curious affair was as soon as she pulled up at her brother's place she began to sense anxious. It was as if some internal part of her intellect knew she was going to see the dog's cock again and it excited her.

When she first went into the family, a feeling of uttermost nervousness 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 inner part of her judgement wouldn't let her leave-taking. She gave him wise water, added some dry food to what was already in his beauty, then went into the life way to sit down.

She'd decided trying to get another expression at his cock was simply too depraved a thing for her to do and tried to push all view 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 manus, pausing occasionally to scratch his neck or behind his ears. Then Casey laid down and rolled on his back for a belly rub. Getting down on her human knee, she moved her hands back and Forth River across his venter, giving him what he wanted.

The job was, as she did this her optic 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 strange titillating effect on Tina. While one hand continued to rub the dog's belly the other reached out and began caressing his dick.

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

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

Nervously, she stood up and began walking towards the privy, snapping her finger and calling the dog to surveil her. Once they were both in the bath, she closed the door and removed her jeans and underclothes. Kneeling alongside Casey she reached under and gripped his dick again and resumed stroking it. She continued until some more of the clear thick fluid began seeping out of the end. Wiping some up with her finger's breadth, Tina stood up, waved her pre-cum saturated fingers under Casey's nose and went over to the toilet and, after putting down the tail lid, sat down. Spreading her legs wide-eyed, she wiped the dog's fluid onto her cunt lips.

The dog followed and, after quickly sniffing her wet human body, began licking. With the maiden CVA of his tongue along her cunt, she felt her abdominal and ass brawn tighten as she moaned softly. Casey started lapping at her rapidly, the strong knife forcing its way between her gapped pussy brim. Tina slumped against the cool porcelain tank car, her head thrown back, and her hands covering her cheek. The dog's oral assault was unlike anything she'd ever experienced before.

As the jumpy texture of his tongue delightfully irritated the subdued sensitive inner frame of her snatch and tortured her clitoris, she had an excitedly way-out feeling in her venter, almost like her insides were slithering around signaling the approach of a major sexual climax. The more aroused she became it seemed the faster and harder Casey lapped at her cunt sending shivering waves of Adam through her. Within mo she was engulfed in a massive climax. As she began to cum, the dog seemed to become almost desperate as if his sprightliness depended on getting as practically of her secretion as he could.

Tina sobbed out loudly, gasping for breath, helpless in the grip of her intimate firing, her body trembling, its diverse parts twitching and jerking uncontrollably. Her brain was registering zero beyond this idea numbing wave of animal pleasance. Several prison term Casey had raised his gag from her genital organ and looked about excitedly before returning to his enjoyable undertaking, but Tina barely noticed these petty time out in his aid until he tried climbing up on her. Looking down, she saw his pecker sticking out and knew what he wanted side by side. 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 straw man of the bathtub tub and knelt down. The dog was behind her in a jiffy as she bent over on all fours. Then she felt his weight as he quickly mounted her, his hip thrusting rapidly, his forepaws wrapping around her shank. The trouble 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 hand to point him into her pussy, but he was thrusting too fast for her to get a grip.

She began moving the distance between her knee joint in and out, trying to adjust the height of her pelvic arch in an attack to line their genitals up. Finally she felt his shit miscue between her cunt lips. That alone sent a physical thrill through her body as she thought to herself that she was actually doing this. Once the read/write head went in, Casey moved forward and hurtle the mass of it into her.

The dick itself moving rapidly inside her was thrilling enough in its own right wing, but the sentiment of her doing something as perverted and taboo as this made it doubly exciting. Then she felt the slub trying to force its way into her. A few heavily knife thrust and it penetrated, stretching her puss lips briefly causing a unusual titillating annoyance as it did. Once inside, the dog stopped humping as his paws gripped her tightly, holding his hip joint tight against her. Feeling his organ swelling, Tina began to orgasm again. She could palpate a unknown sensation deep inside her and she knew the dog was cumming. Leaning farther forward, she rested her face on the rug and began savoring every present moment of all this.

She thought of the blonde in the video and felt a unusual psychic bond 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 cleaning lady have ever done, a lot may make thought of it but we did it. We've both been knotted by a dog. Anybody may cry us disgusting or perverted, but we know what they're missing. Who cares what others think, this is our business, yours and mine my beautiful sister. If it weren't for you and that video, 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 as Casey continued to swamp her reproductive system with cum. She could feel the warm up liquid trickling down her thighs and her belly. Though largely motionless, every once in a spell Casey would give another grueling thrust, almost as if he wanted to go in deeper. There was a foreign feeling as the head of his cock pressed against her cervix uteri. It was all overwhelming and confound ; a mixture of pleasure with pain, exaltation with fear, doubtfulness with satisfaction.

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 sex especial. Casey didn't cum in a duet of spry spurts, he came over a catamenia of arcminute and was in no rushing to pull out. It was a mutual orgasm taken to the extreme. The merely drawback was she wanted to kiss someone, to find somebody caressing her organic structure softly and gently as she orgasmed and to be able to reelect the loving strokes.

Again, her thinker returned to the blonde. She imagined what it would be like to be with her, to subscribe good turn being fucked by some large insatiable dog, each comforting the other, providing the missing human being feeling. She imagined she could savour Blondie's tongue, feel her nose against her cheek, and her hair's-breadth in her face as they kissed passionately while the dog screwed them. These illusion thoughts intensified her almost crippling coming. She knelt there helpless, fingers and toes curled under, teeth clinched, bout oozing out of her closed eyes, breathing in curtly shallow panting breather, feeling the muscles of her stomach, ass, and second joint tightening and releasing rhythmically. It was almost as if her vagina was trying to wring every bead of cum from Casey's cock.

Then she felt Casey give a strange shift, sending a sensuous oscillation through her followed by the pleasant-tasting pain as his slub slipped out past her elongate kitty backtalk. It was over. As turncock slid out, she felt the passion of his cum as it dribbled down her thighs. Too fagged to move, she stayed in her spot trying to entrance her breather. Then she felt Casey's tongue as he began licking her again. It was the perfect way to end their little assignation, prolonging her feelings of ecstasy a minuscule 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 to a greater extent of it without having a heart onslaught. She flopped over on her incline and lay there for a few moments 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 thing to her that this same knife had been just licking her cum smeared pussy, she took it as a preindication of affection, that the dog considered her a sound nookie and that pleased her, since she'd considered him a great fuck.

Eventually she got weakly up on her feet and let him out of the bathroom. Slipping into her slack water, she went out and let him go out into the railyard while she took a ready cascade and cleaned up the bathroom. When she finished she let him back in and then left for home. Thinking about what she had as she drove alone, she became aroused once more, but this sentence wanted homo tangency. She wished she was going to meet Blondie, who she now thought of as a skinny friend.

She thought of the woman's pretty face, her nice shapely build, and her lovely kisser. Damn it, Blondie, she thought to herself, why can't you be existent ? Why can't we share this experience ? I owe you so often for awakening my interest in this and I can't repay you. I love you, my sis, but you'll never get to know how grateful I am. Since Blondie was unavailable, she decided her husband would have to do.

She met him at the doorway that Night when he returned family, literally throwing herself into his subdivision. 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 lowly belly. She half dragged him into the bedchamber, quickly disrobing. Once she was naked, she helped him finish undressing, then laid down on the bed, articulatio genus bent and feast wide, queasy with expectation. When he climbed on top of her she guided his throbbing cock to her waiting slit backtalk, sobbing out loudly as she felt his sozzled prick military unit its way into her. Gyrating wildly as he began thrusting in and out of her, her hands continuously roamed over his consistence, stroking and caressing every part of him she could reach.

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

The dog fucking her had been the wildest physical sensation of her life, but her husband had provided something Casey never could, that precious touch of human affection. She thought to herself it was a shame the two couldn't be combined somehow. She thought of the Greek god Pan, half goat and half human, and decided the Greeks had been onto something there.

Her hubby never questioned why when he'd come base his wife had turned somehow into madly affectionate intimate wildcat, who had come as near it outright raping him as a female can. All he knew was he was grateful for it and it was repeated every once in a while but he never noticed it only happened when her brother was out of town and Tina went over to make caution of his dog .