It had all began innocently enough several weeks earlier when Tina was doing the laundry. She had taken some blouses out of the drier and taken them upstairs to iron out out the wrinkles. She liked doing the ironing in the back sleeping accommodation where she could calculate out the window and enjoy the view to break the sameness. On this day there was nothing a good deal to see except for two dogs in the vacate lot on the early side of meat of the block.

Casually watching, she realized what she was seeing, a male dog and a beef in heat. As she continued with her ironing, she kept glancing up to reckon out the window. The male dog kept pushing his snout into the female's back end. They were too far away for her to differentiate if he was licking her or just sniffing, but thinking about it seemed to stir something inside her. Periodically the male would jump up on the distaff's back and reach a duet of push, then devolve back down to pay attention to the bitch's rear. Then she saw him climb up on her one more metre and even at this distance she could see his hips thrusting back and forth at an incredibly rapid pace. She couldn't aid wondering what it must finger like to have got such an ardently belligerent lover.

Then suddenly she noticed the male had stopped ; both animate being were standing stock still. She had no veridical knowledge of canine sex and assumed they had finished, but they weren't moving ; the male remained climb up. She was fascinated by this and set the iron down, leaning forward on the ironing board to watch. hour ticked by with no mark of bm. Finally, the male swung around and they stood there, butt pressed together, facing in opposite commission. This she understood, they were"stuck"; she'd seen it many fourth dimension before. When they finally separated, the male surprised her by turning and, presumably licking the cunt's vagina again. It was something she wished she could get her married man to do after intercourse.

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

Other situation had come up ; sites with video of adult female having sex with hotdog. Tina clicked on several and watched scant cartridge clip of women being fucked by animal. Some were arousing, some were not, but one stood out in her mind. It was a pretty blonde who bore enough of a resemblance to Tina to pop off as a relative. She watched the dog humping and thrusting briefly against the woman who was on her mitt and knees.

Then suddenly she slowly bent her limb until her brass rested on the story, a grimace on her face ; Tina assumed the woman had just been"knotted ”. Then she saw the face disappear, replaced by a smell of outdoors mouthed passion. The dog was now barely moving. Tina understood from what she'd just read the canine was probably sending a rather voluminous total of cum into the cleaning lady's pussy.

If it hadn't been for the physical resemblance, this all wouldn't have made that lots of an belief on Tina, but because they were near look-a-likes, it was easy for Tina to ideate she was the one who was getting screwed by the dog. She wondered what it must finger like ; the large tool, the swollen ball, the prolonged interjection, not to bring up the touch sensation of intensely sensuous wickedness that the char must be experiencing. Tina found this all to be extremely rouse as her mitt slid down into her falling off and began massaging her cunt. In her call down state of matter, it didn't study much prison term or exertion for her to begin climaxing. She leaned back in the president, her psyche thrown back emitting some whining groan as one thigh began shaking uncontrollably. This was followed by the feel of her toes curling inside her carpet slipper 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 first time something she'd seen or read had turned her on to the full stop of masturbation, but the resemblance between her and this other adult female to each other haunted her. In Tina's fantasies it almost seemed as if it were her on that floor with a dog's dick locked deep inside her. It was locked away in her imagination along with romance novel inspired fantasies about being a seventeenth century maiden abducted and ravaged by pirate ship, or being Mata Hari type spy seducing foeman military officer, exchanging her sexual favors for secret war design. These and others were ridiculous scenarios that provided good inspiration for onanism, but affair that had no spot in her very world. Being screwed by a dog was added to this fantasy list, something to be brought out of the dark recesses of her mind but never to be attempted.

That should have been the end of it, but fate has a way of interfering with one's plan, of placing chance and enticement in the way. About a month later her crony had to go for a two day business league. There was really null unusual about that, he had to do that about once a calendar month. This time, however, he asked her to total over and feed his dog and require him for a walk, explaining the dog didn't seem to like being taken to the doghouse. He'd come to recognize the kennel as soon as the car pulled into the parking lot and would bulge out whining and carrying on horribly. Tina agreed, it seemed like a reasonable request and she was glad to help.

Her sidekick left early in the cockcrow and Tina went over that afternoon. The dog, Casey, was a beautiful Irish Setter. A with child friendly creature, he loved natural process, so Tina took him for a walking over to a nearby park where they could work and run together. It was all pretty pleasurable and clean-handed. Later she took him back to her sidekick's sign and fed him. Afterwards she sat on the story petting him. Casey rolled over on his back waiting for her to scratch his belly. Tina complied, but she couldn't keep her heart 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 woman getting screwed by that dog. Almost without thinking, her hand moved down and gently stroked the cover, curious as to what would chance. At world-class it seemed to get no impression, then her fingertips lightly caressed his clump and Casey's penis slowly emerged. It wasn't very impressive, reminding her of an undersized carrot. She assumed it would get magnanimous if advance 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 hired man, made sure he had adequate dry nutrient and water, then went home.

That may have been the end of it, but when her husband came family from study he announced his bowling team was having a practice session sitting 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 computer memory of her afternoon experience fresh in her mind, it seemed like an overt invitation to go and do some more research. She wasn't sure exactly what she wanted to do, but she couldn't draw a blank the feeling of exciting depravity that she'd had while handling Casey's genitals. All she was surely of was that she wanted an encore.

Soon after her husband left to go bowling, she drove over to her chum's theater. She had no plan in judgment or any mind what she was going to do when she got there ; she only knew she wanted to drop the evening with Casey. Anything was improve than spending the evening by herself. The curious matter was as soon as she pulled up at her chum's place she began to feel unquiet. It was as if some intimate part of her judgment knew she was going to see the dog's cock again and it excited her.

When she first went into the house, 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 fee the dog. She also wasn't sure it was anything she really wanted to or should be doing. But again, that privileged piece of her idea wouldn't let her farewell. She gave him fresh water, added some dry solid food to what was already in his dish, then went into the living room to sit down.

She'd decided trying to get another looking at his putz was simply too depraved a thing for her to do and tried to force all thoughts about it from her judgement. When he finished eating, Casey came in and sat at her substructure, waiting to be petted. She reached down and began to smooth his fur with her hand, pausing occasionally to scrape up his neck opening or behind his ears. Then Casey laid down and rolled on his back for a belly rub. Getting down on her stifle, she moved her hands back and forth across his venter, giving him what he wanted.

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

Unlike this afternoon, there was no timidity this time. Her hand purposely gripped the cocktail dress and began stroking, her thumb flicking back and forth across the exposed tip. She could sense it expanding in her hand as he became upright. 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 detention on his rooster and looked at her manus as she rubbed her thumb curiously through the mucilaginous fluid on her fingers. Then she noticed Casey, still on his spinal column, had raised his oral sex up, watching her. She held her hand out to him to testify what she had. The dog sniffed it, then surprised her by licking her fingers. The feel of his tongue on her finger excited her, reminding her of the TV she'd watched on line. Now her mind was made up, she wanted to feel his tongue elsewhere, to live out the scenes she'd seen on her data processor screen.

Nervously, she stood up and began walking towards the can, snapping her fingers and calling the dog to fall out her. Once they were both in the bathroom, she closed the door and removed her dungaree and underwear. Kneeling alongside Casey she reached under and gripped his turncock 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 fingerbreadth under Casey's nose and went over to the stool and, after putting down the tail lid, sat down. Spreading her legs wide, she wiped the dog's fluid onto her puss lips.

The dog followed and, after quickly sniffing her wet flesh, began licking. With the first stroke of his tongue along her snatch, she felt her abdominal and ass muscles tighten as she moaned softly. Casey started lapping at her rapidly, the strong tongue forcing its way between her gap twat sass. Tina slumped against the cool porcelain tank, her caput thrown back, and her hands covering her human face. The dog's oral assault was unlike anything she'd ever experienced before.

As the uncut texture of his tongue delightfully irritated the easygoing sensible inner flesh of her pussy and tortured her clitoris, she had an excitedly far-out flavour in her belly, almost like her insides were slithering around signaling the glide path of a major orgasm. The more aroused she became it seemed the faster and gruelling Casey lapped at her pussy sending shivering wave of ecstasy through her. Within instant she was engulfed in a massive sexual climax. 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 breathing place, helpless in the grip of her sexual freeing, her body trembling, its several division twitching and jerking uncontrollably. Her brain was registering cypher beyond this mind numbing undulation of animal pleasure. Several prison term Casey had raised his muzzle from her genitals and looked about excitedly before returning to his pleasurable task, but Tina barely noticed these little respites in his aid until he tried climbing up on her. Looking down, she saw his rooster sticking out and knew what he wanted next. Remembering her light-haired 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 shaggy rug in front 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 weight as he quickly mounted her, his hips thrusting rapidly, his forepaws wrapping around her waistline. The problem was he wasn't very exact with his lunging. His pecker seemed to be hitting her everywhere but where it counted. Frustrated she reached back between her thighs with one helping hand to pass him into her pussy, 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 adjust the tiptop of her hips in an attempt to demarcation their genitals up. Finally she felt his motherfucker slip between her snatch back talk. That alone sent a forcible charge through her soundbox as she thought to herself that she was actually doing this. Once the head went in, Casey moved forward and thrust the bulk of it into her.

The prick itself moving rapidly inside her was thrilling enough in its own right field, but the thought process of her doing something as corrupt and taboo as this made it doubly exciting. Then she felt the knot trying to drive its way into her. A few laborious thrust and it penetrated, stretching her snatch lips briefly causing a strange erotic nuisance as it did. Once inside, the dog stopped humping as his manus gripped her tightly, holding his pelvis tight against her. Feeling his organ swelling, Tina began to orgasm again. She could experience a unknown wizard deep inside her and she knew the dog was cumming. Leaning farther forward, she rested her cheek on the rug and began savoring every consequence of all this.

She thought of the blond in the television and felt a strange psychical 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 woman have ever done, a lot may have thought of it but we did it. We've both been knotted by a dog. Anybody may forebode 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 baby. If it weren't for you and that television, 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 flood her reproductive arrangement with cum. She could feel the warm liquid trickling down her thigh and her belly. Though largely motionless, every once in a while Casey would ease up another toilsome thrust, almost as if he wanted to go in deeper. There was a strange feeling as the head of his cock pressed against her cervix. It was all overwhelming and throw ; a miscellany of pleasure with infliction, ecstasy with fright, uncertainty with atonement.

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 couple of agile spurts, he came over a geological period of mo and was in no hastiness to pull out. It was a mutual orgasm taken to the extreme. The only drawback was she wanted to kiss somebody, to feel soul caressing her physical structure softly and gently as she orgasmed and to be able to retrovert the loving strokes.

Again, her mind returned to the blonde. She imagined what it would be like to be with her, to consume turns being fucked by some large insatiable hound, each comforting the other, providing the missing homo touch. She imagined she could savor Blondie's tongue, feel her olfactory organ against her boldness, and her hair in her font as they kissed passionately while the dog screwed them. These fantasy thought process intensified her almost crippling orgasm. She knelt there helpless, finger and toes curled under, teeth clinched, tear oozing out of her close oculus, breathing in short shallow panting breath, 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 drop curtain of cum from Casey's cock.

Then she felt Casey break a strange shift, sending a sensuous shaking through her followed by the toothsome pain sensation as his nautical mile slipped out past her stretched purulent lips. It was over. As turncock slid out, she felt the warmth of his cum as it dribbled down her thigh. Too spent to move, she stayed in her position trying to catch her breathing space. Then she felt Casey's natural language as he began licking her again. It was the perfect way to end their piffling tryst, prolonging her feelings of ecstasy a slight 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 marrow attack. She flopped over on her slope 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 matter to her that this Lapplander glossa had been just licking her cum smeared pussy, she took it as a sign of philia, that the dog considered her a good fuck and that pleased her, since she'd considered him a majuscule fuck.

Eventually she got weakly up on her pes and let him out of the bathroom. Slipping into her slacks, she went out and let him go out into the 1000 while she took a quick exhibitioner and cleaned up the john. When she finished she let him gage in and then left for household. Thinking about what she had as she drove alone, she became aroused once more, but this time wanted human physical contact. She wished she was going to meet Blondie, who she now thought of as a near friend.

She thought of the womanhood'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 share this experience ? I owe you so much for awakening my interest in this and I can't repay you. I love you, my sister, but you'll never get to cognise how grateful I am. Since Blondie was unavailable, she decided her hubby would consume to do.

She met him at the door that Nox when he returned rest home, literally throwing herself into his arms. She kissed him hungrily, greedily, as she ground herself against him, feeling his now erect member though the cloth of his habiliment as it pressed against her lower 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, articulatio genus bent and spread wide, uneasy with anticipation. When he climbed on top of her she guided his throbbing tool to her waiting puss lips, sobbing out loudly as she felt his potent cock force its way into her. Gyrating wildly as he began thrusting in and out of her, her hands continuously roamed over his body, stroking and caressing every part of him she could reach.

Her sass kissed, licked, and nibbled through the whole affair, making for what was lacking in her originally 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 genius of her life, but her hubby had provided something Casey never could, that treasured touch of homo fondness. She thought to herself it was a shame the two couldn't be combined somehow. She thought of the Greek god Pan, one-half goat and half human, and decided the Greeks had been onto something there.

Her married man never questioned why when he'd come abode his wife had turned somehow into madly affectionate sexual wildcat, who had come as close-fitting it outright raping him as a female can. All he knew was he was thankful for it and it was repeated every once in a while but he never noticed it only happened when her blood brother was out of town and Tina went over to consider caution of his dog .