It had all began innocently enough several weeks earlier when Tina was doing the laundry. She had taken some blouses out of the dryer and taken them upstairs to iron out out the furrow. She liked doing the ironing in the back chamber where she could look out the windowpane and enjoy the view to break the humdrum. On this day there was cypher much to see except for two hot dog in the hollow lot on the former slope of the block.

Casually watching, she realized what she was seeing, a male person dog and a bitch in estrus. As she continued with her ironing, she kept glancing up to calculate out the windowpane. The male dog kept pushing his snout into the female's rear. They were too far away for her to secernate if he was licking her or just sniffing, but thinking about it seemed to evoke something inside her. Periodically the male would jumpstart up on the female's back and contribute a brace of thrusts, then throw away back down to pay attention to the bitch's rear. Then she saw him mount up on her one Sir Thomas More time and even at this distance she could see his hips thrusting back and Forth at an incredibly rapid step. She couldn't help wondering what it must finger like to get 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 get on. She was fascinated by this and set the branding iron down, leaning forward on the ironing instrument panel to see. Minutes ticked by with no sign of social movement. Finally, the male swung around and they stood there, nookie pressed together, facing in opposite centering. This she understood, they were"stuck"; she'd seen it many clock time before. When they finally separated, the male person 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 initiative time she'd ever watched two dogs copulating from beginning to end and she'd found it intriguing. She was especially curious about that drawn-out geological 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 computer. She typed in dog sex on the search engine and began reading. She learned that the meter the domestic dog were motionless meant that the male was fully in and ejaculating within the female. Tina was amazed that weenie could cum for that length of time. It was a captivating thought.

other internet site had come up ; sites with videos of woman having sex with dogs. Tina clicked on several and watched unretentive time of women being fucked by creature. Some were arousing, some were not, but one stood out in her mind. It was a moderately blonde who bore sufficiency of a resemblance to Tina to legislate as a relative. She watched the dog humping and thrusting briefly against the woman who was on her manpower and knee joint.

Then suddenly she slowly bent her coat of arms until her cheek rested on the floor, a face on her face ; Tina assumed the woman had just been"knotted ”. Then she saw the grimace disappear, replaced by a look of afford mouthed passion. The dog was now barely moving. Tina understood from what she'd just read the canine was probably sending a rather rich amount of cum into the woman's pussy.

If it hadn't been for the forcible resemblance, this all wouldn't have made that much of an stamp on Tina, but because they were near look-a-likes, it was easy for Tina to conceive of she was the one who was getting screwed by the dog. She wondered what it must feel like ; the large dick, the swollen ball, the lengthy interjection, not to cite the feeling of intensely sensuous iniquity that the woman must be experiencing. Tina found this all to be extremely charge as her handwriting slid down into her slacks and began massaging her pussy. In her bring up state, it didn't take much time or drive for her to commence climaxing. She leaned back in the chair, her promontory thrown back emitting some whining moan as one thigh began shaking uncontrollably. This was followed by the feeling of her toes curling inside her slippers as her slit began contracting and her tummy tightening as she was gripped by an onrushing orgasm.

That might had been the end of it all, it was not the get-go prison term something she'd seen or read had turned her on to the 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 base with a dog's dick locked mystifying inside her. It was locked away in her imagination along with Romance novel inspired fantasy about being a 17th century maiden abducted and ravaged by plagiariser, or being Mata Hari type spy seducing opposition officeholder, exchanging her sexual favors for secret war architectural plan. These and others were laughable scenarios that provided soundly inspiration for masturbation, but affair that had no place in her genuine existence. Being screwed by a dog was added to this fantasy list, something to be brought out of the dark time out of her mind but never to be attempted.

That should possess been the end of it, but fate has a way of interfering with one's plans, of placing chance and temptation in the way. About a calendar month later her blood brother had to go for a two day business conference. There was really nothing strange about that, he had to do that about once a month. This time, however, he asked her to arrive over and give his dog and have him for a pass, explaining the dog didn't seem to wish being taken to the kennel. He'd come to recognize 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 gladiola to help.

Her brother left early in the morning and Tina went over that afternoon. The dog, Casey, was a beautiful Irish Setter. A large friendly fauna, he loved action, so Tina took him for a walk of life over to a nearby common where they could recreate and run together. It was all pretty enjoyable and innocent. Later she took him back to her brother's household and fed him. Afterwards she sat on the trading floor petting him. Casey rolled over on his back waiting for her to scratch his belly. Tina complied, but she couldn't maintain her eyes from gazing at the furry sheath that held his cock.

Looking at it all she was reminded of was that two arcminute magazine of the blonde woman getting screwed by that dog. Almost without thinking, her hand moved down and gently stroked the covering, odd as to what would happen. At first gear it seemed to have no effect, then her fingertips lightly caressed his ball and Casey's penis slowly emerged. It wasn't very telling, reminding her of an undersized carrot. She assumed it would get larger if further aroused. But that was as far as she was will to go. Actually she felt slightly ashamed of herself for doing that much. She went and washed her hands, made sure he had adequate dry food and water system, then went home.

That may sustain been the end of it, but when her husband came nursing home from work he announced his bowling team was having a practice session that night and he would be going after supper. She knew that would mean 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 blank out the feeling of exciting corruption 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 psyche or any musical theme what she was going to do when she got there ; she only knew she wanted to drop the eventide 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 feel uneasy. It was as if some privileged part of her mind knew she was going to see the dog's cock again and it excited her.

When she first went into the theatre, a feeling of extreme 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 interior part of her mind wouldn't let her leave. She gave him fresh water, added some dry food to what was already in his smasher, then went into the sustenance room to sit down.

She'd decided trying to get another look at his turncock was simply too depraved a thing for her to do and tried to push all thoughts about it from her brain. When he finished eating, Casey came in and sat at her ft, waiting to be petted. She reached down and began to smooth his fur with her hand, 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 knees, she moved her hands back and Forth across his stomach, giving him what he wanted.

The trouble 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 paw continued to rub the dog's belly the other reached out and began caressing his dick.

Unlike this afternoon, there was no timidness this time. Her hand purposely gripped the sheath and began stroking, her quarter round flicking back and forth across the exposed tip. She could feel it expanding in her hired man 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 clutch on his cock and looked at her hand as she rubbed her thumb curiously through the viscous fluid on her fingers. Then she noticed Casey, still on his back, had raised his top dog up, watching her. She held her hand out to him to evince what she had. The dog sniffed it, then surprised her by licking her fingerbreadth. The feel of his tongue on her finger's breadth excited her, reminding her of the videos she'd watched on wrinkle. Now her head was made up, she wanted to finger his lingua elsewhere, to last out the scenes she'd seen on her computer screen.

Nervously, she stood up and began walking towards the bathroom, snapping her fingers and calling the dog to keep abreast her. Once they were both in the bathroom, she closed the doorway and removed her jeans and underwear. Kneeling alongside Casey she reached under and gripped his cock again and resumed stroking it. She continued until some more of the assoil thick fluid began seeping out of the end. Wiping some up with her fingers, Tina stood up, waved her pre-cum saturated finger under Casey's nose and went over to the lavatory and, after putting down the nates 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 flesh, began licking. With the first-class honours degree stroke of his tongue along her puss, she felt her abdominal and ass muscle tighten as she moaned softly. Casey started lapping at her rapidly, the strong knife forcing its way between her gapped purulent lips. Tina slumped against the cool porcelain tank, her head thrown back, and her handwriting covering her face. The dog's oral exam assault was unlike anything she'd ever experienced before.

As the rough texture of his tongue delightfully irritated the lenient sensitive inner physique of her pussy and tortured her button, she had an excitedly quirky feeling in her belly, almost like her interior were slithering around signaling the approach of a major orgasm. The more aroused she became it seemed the faster and harder Casey lapped at her twat sending shivering wave of ecstasy through her. Within bit she was engulfed in a massive orgasm. As she began to cum, the dog seemed to become almost desperate as if his sprightliness depended on getting as much of her secretions as he could.

Tina sobbed out loudly, gasping for breath, helpless in the grip of her sexual going, her body trembling, its various parts twitching and jerking uncontrollably. Her brain was registering nil beyond this psyche numbing wave of sensual pleasure. Several times Casey had raised his muzzle from her crotch and looked about excitedly before returning to his pleasurable task, but Tina barely noticed these footling respites in his attention until he tried climbing up on her. Looking down, she saw his cock sticking out and jazz what he wanted next. Remembering her blonde look-a-like in the video, she knew she wanted it, too.

Gently pushing the dog aside, she got up and walked over to the bushy rug in front of the tub tub and knelt down. The dog was behind her in a flashgun as she bent over on all fours. Then she felt his weight unit as he quickly mounted her, his pelvis thrusting rapidly, his forepaws wrapping around her shank. The problem was he wasn't very accurate with his lunging. His pecker seemed to be hitting her everywhere but where it counted. Frustrated she reached back between her thighs with one paw to manoeuver him into her cunt, but he was thrusting too fast for her to get a grip.

She began moving the distance between her knees in and out, trying to adjust the height of her hips in an effort to line their genital organ up. Finally she felt his prick mooring between her cunt lips. That alone sent a physical thrill through her organic structure as she thought to herself that she was actually doing this. Once the chief went in, Casey moved forward and throw the bulk of it into her.

The cock itself moving rapidly inside her was thrilling enough in its own right field, but the thought of her doing something as vitiate and forbidden as this made it doubly exciting. Then she felt the knot trying to pressure its way into her. A few intemperately thrusts and it penetrated, stretching her twat lips briefly causing a strange titillating nuisance as it did. Once inside, the dog stopped humping as his hand gripped her tightly, holding his hip joint tight against her. Feeling his organ swelling, Tina began to orgasm again. She could finger a strange sensation late 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 video and felt a unusual psychic trammel 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 call us disgusting or perverted, but we know what they're missing. Who cares what others think, this is our stage 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 oversupply her generative system with cum. She could sense the warm up liquid trickling down her thigh and her belly. Though largely motionless, every once in a piece Casey would give another toilsome thrust, almost as if he wanted to go in deeper. There was a foreign feeling as the caput of his cock pressed against her neck. It was all overcome and confusing ; a smorgasbord of pleasure with painfulness, ecstasy with concern, uncertainty with satisfaction.

Her sexual climax lasted as long as the dog was in her and cumming and she now realized that's one of the thing that made canine sex peculiar. Casey didn't cum in a pair of agile squirt, he came over a period of hour and was in no hurry to pull out. It was a common orgasm taken to the extreme. The only drawback was she wanted to kiss mortal, to feel someone caressing her body softly and gently as she orgasmed and to be able to give the loving strokes.

Again, her mind returned to the blond. She imagined what it would be like to be with her, to take turns being fucked by some large insatiable hound, each comforting the early, providing the missing human touch. She imagined she could savour Blondie's lingua, feel her olfactory organ against her cheek, and her whisker in her facial expression as they kissed passionately while the dog screwed them. These fantasy thoughts intensified her almost crippling sexual climax. She knelt there helpless, digit and toes curled under, teeth clinched, tears oozing out of her come together eye, breathing in forgetful shallow panting breathing place, feeling the brawniness of her stomach, ass, and thighs tightening and releasing rhythmically. It was almost as if her vagina was trying to squeeze every drop of cum from Casey's cock.

Then she felt Casey consecrate a strange slip, sending a sensuous vibration through her followed by the delicious bother as his knot slipped out past her stretched pussy back talk. It was over. As cock slid out, she felt the warmheartedness of his cum as it dribbled down her thigh. Too spent to move, she stayed in her perspective trying to view her breathing place. Then she felt Casey's lingua as he began licking her again. It was the perfect way to end their piddling tryst, prolonging her feelings of ecstasy a piddling longer.

Finally, as Casey walked away, she knew it was over. It was just as well, she didn't know if she could let survived any more than of it without having a heart onrush. She flopped over on her face 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 lap up her grimace. It didn't matter to her that this Same tongue had been just licking her cum smeared puss, she took it as a sign of philia, that the dog considered her a upright piece of ass and that pleased her, since she'd considered him a corking fuck.

Eventually she got weakly up on her base and let him out of the privy. Slipping into her slacks, she went out and let him go out into the yard while she took a spry shower and cleaned up the bathroom. When she finished she let him back in and then left for rest home. Thinking about what she had as she drove alone, she became wake up once more, but this time wanted human link. She wished she was going to meet Blondie, who she now thought of as a close friend.

She thought of the woman's pretty face, her nice shapely build, and her lovely countenance. anathemise it, Blondie, she thought to herself, why can't you be real ? Why can't we share this experience ? I owe you so a great deal for awakening my sake in this and I can't repay you. I love you, my sister, but you'll never get to know how thankful I am. Since Blondie was unavailable, she decided her married man would have to do.

She met him at the room access that night when he returned home, literally throwing herself into his weaponry. She kissed him hungrily, greedily, as she ground herself against him, feeling his now erect penis though the cloth of his clothing as it pressed against her low belly. She half dragged him into the bedroom, quickly disrobing. Once she was naked, she helped him wind up undressing, then laid down on the bed, human knee set and spread wide, anxious with expectation. When he climbed on top of her she guided his throbbing cock to her waiting cunt lips, sobbing out loudly as she felt his clay tool force its way into her. Gyrating wildly as he began thrusting in and out of her, her hands continuously roamed over his organic structure, stroking and caressing every role of him she could reach.

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

The dog fucking her had been the wildest physical sense datum 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 Hellenic god Pan, half Goat and half homo, 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 warm intimate wolf, who had come as close 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 lease attention of his dog .