It had all began innocently enough several weeks earlier when Tina was doing the washing. She had taken some blouses out of the drier and taken them upstairs to iron out the seam. She liked doing the ironing in the back bedroom where she could look out the window and enjoy the view to break the sameness. On this day there was cypher practically to see except for two hound in the discharge lot on the other side of the block.

Casually watching, she realized what she was seeing, a male dog and a bitch in heat. As she continued with her ironing, she kept glancing up to look 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 call down something inside her. Periodically the male person would jump up on the female's back and give a couple of thrusting, then drop off back down to pay attending to the cunt's rear. Then she saw him climb up on her one more time and even at this distance she could see his hip thrusting back and forth at an incredibly speedy pace. She couldn't help wondering what it must finger like to have such an ardently strong-growing lover.

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

This was the showtime time she'd ever watched two dogs 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, 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 prison term the Canis familiaris were motionless meant that the Male was fully in and ejaculating within the female. Tina was amazed that dogs could cum for that length of time. It was a captivating thought.

early internet site had come up ; internet site with video of cleaning lady having sex with cad. Tina clicked on several and watched short snip of charwoman being fucked by animal. Some were arousing, some were not, but one stood out in her mind. It was a jolly blonde who bore enough of a resemblance to Tina to pass as a congeneric. She watched the dog humping and thrusting briefly against the cleaning woman who was on her manus and knee joint.

Then suddenly she slowly bent her limb until her face rested on the floor, a grimace on her face ; Tina assumed the char had just been"knotted ”. Then she saw the face disappear, replaced by a feeling of open mouthed passion. The dog was now barely moving. Tina understood from what she'd just read the canine was probably sending a rather copious sum of money of cum into the woman's pussy.

If it hadn't been for the physical resemblance, this all wouldn't have made that much 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 palpate like ; the vauntingly dick, the swollen ball, the sustain ejaculation, not to mention the look of intensely sensuous sin that the woman must be experiencing. Tina found this all to be extremely exciting as her helping hand slid down into her morass and began massaging her slit. In her turn on state, it didn't take much clip or endeavor for her to set out climaxing. She leaned back in the chair, her head thrown back emitting some whining moans as one thigh began shaking uncontrollably. This was followed by the flavour of her toes curling inside her slippers as her cunt 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 first metre 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 early haunted her. In Tina's phantasy it almost seemed as if it were her on that storey with a dog's dick locked mystifying inside her. It was locked away in her imagination along with romance novel inspired fantasies about being a 17th century maiden abducted and ravaged by plagiariser, or being Mata Hari type spy seducing enemy officers, exchanging her sexual favors for hush-hush war plans. These and others were ludicrous scenarios that provided good aspiration for onanism, but thing that had no place in her really world. Being screwed by a dog was added to this fantasy list, something to be brought out of the dark niche 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 architectural plan, of placing opportunities and temptation in the way. About a month later her buddy had to go for a two day line of work conference. There was really zippo unusual 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 walk, explaining the dog didn't seem to like being taken to the kennel. He'd come to tell apart 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 asking and she was glad to help.

Her comrade left early in the good morning and Tina went over that good afternoon. The dog, Casey, was a beautiful Irish whiskey compositor. A large friendly carnal, he loved body process, so Tina took him for a pass over to a nearby park where they could bet and run together. It was all pretty enjoyable and innocent. Later she took him back to her pal's house and fed him. Afterwards she sat on the base petting him. Casey rolled over on his back waiting for her to scratch his belly. Tina complied, but she couldn't hold on her heart from gazing at the furry sheath that held his cock.

Looking at it all she was reminded of was that two narrow clip of the blonde woman getting screwed by that dog. Almost without cerebration, her hired hand moved down and gently stroked the covering, curious as to what would pass off. At first it seemed to have no effect, then her fingertips lightly caressed his glob and Casey's penis slowly emerged. It wasn't very impressive, reminding her of an undersized Daucus carota sativa. She assumed it would get bombastic if further 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 plenty dry solid food and urine, then went home.

That may have been the end of it, but when her hubby came home from piece of work he announced his bowling team was having a drill seance that night and he would be going after supper. She knew that would stand for 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 good afternoon experience fresh in her judgment, it seemed like an unfold 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 depravity that she'd had while handling Casey's genitals. All she was sure of was that she wanted an encore.

Soon after her hubby left to go bowling, she drove over to her brother's house. She had no plan in brain or any thought what she was going to do when she got there ; she only knew she wanted to spend the evening with Casey. Anything was substantially than spending the eventide by herself. The curious thing was as soon as she pulled up at her chum's berth she began to feel anxious. It was as if some inner part 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 feeling of utmost 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 contribution of her thinker wouldn't let her leave. She gave him tonic water system, added some dry intellectual nourishment to what was already in his dish, then went into the living way to sit down.

She'd decided trying to get another look at his rooster was simply too depraved a thing for her to do and taste to push all thoughts about it from her creative thinker. When he finished eating, Casey came in and sat at her metrical unit, waiting to be petted. She reached down and began to smooth his fur with her bridge player, pausing occasionally to strike his neck or behind his capitulum. Then Casey laid down and rolled on his vertebral column for a belly rub. Getting down on her human knee, she moved her hands back and forth across his abdomen, giving him what he wanted.

The job was, as she did this her eyes were drawn once again to his stopcock. As it had earlier, the tip slowly emerged from its furry incasement and, also as it had earlier, it had an unusual titillating event 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 clip. Her hand purposely gripped the sheath and began stroking, her thumb flicking back and Forth across the reveal tip. She could finger it expanding in her manus as he became raise. 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 hired hand.

She released her hold on his cock and looked at her hand as she rubbed her thumb curiously through the viscous fluid on her digit. Then she noticed Casey, still on his back, had raised his head up, watching her. She held her hand out to him to show what she had. The dog sniffed it, then surprised her by licking her digit. The smell of his glossa on her fingers excited her, reminding her of the videos she'd watched on line. Now her mind was made up, she wanted to feel his knife elsewhere, to live out the picture 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 up her. Once they were both in the bathroom, she closed the door and removed her jeans and underclothing. Kneeling alongside Casey she reached under and gripped his cock again and resumed stroking it. She continued until some More of the cleared thick fluid began seeping out of the end. Wiping some up with her fingers, Tina stood up, waved her pre-cum saturated fingers under Casey's nose and went over to the lavatory and, after putting down the prat lid, sat down. Spreading her wooden leg wide, she wiped the dog's fluid onto her cunt lips.

The dog followed and, after quickly sniffing her wet shape, began licking. With the first of all stroke of his lingua along her pussy, she felt her abdominal and ass muscleman tighten as she moaned softly. Casey started lapping at her rapidly, the inviolable clapper forcing its way between her gapped snatch lips. Tina slumped against the cool down porcelain tankful, her head thrown back, and her manpower covering her facial expression. The dog's viva voce assault was unlike anything she'd ever experienced before.

As the approximative texture of his tongue delightfully irritated the cushy sensitive inner material body of her pussy and tortured her clitoris, she had an excitedly quirky spirit in her paunch, almost like her interior were slithering around signaling the approach of a major orgasm. The more emotional she became it seemed the faster and grueling Casey lapped at her cunt sending shivering waves of ecstasy through her. Within moments she was engulfed in a massive orgasm. As she began to cum, the dog seemed to become almost heroic as if his life 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 release, her consistence trembling, its several parts twitching and jerking uncontrollably. Her brain was registering nothing beyond this judgement numbing moving ridge of sensual joy. Several times Casey had raised his muzzle from her genitals and looked about excitedly before returning to his pleasurable task, but Tina barely noticed these fiddling respite in his attention until he tried climbing up on her. Looking down, she saw his shaft sticking out and do it what he wanted future. Remembering her blond 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 Bath 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 coxa thrusting rapidly, his forepaws wrapping around her waistline. 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 thighs with one manus to take him into her slit, but he was thrusting too fast for her to get a grip.

She began moving the aloofness between her knees in and out, trying to adjust the height of her hips in an attempt to line their genitals up. Finally she felt his prick shift between her cunt lips. That alone sent a strong-arm thrill through her trunk 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 dick itself moving rapidly inside her was thrilling enough in its own right, but the sentiment of her doing something as depraved and taboo as this made it doubly exciting. Then she felt the mile trying to coerce its way into her. A few hard thrusts and it penetrated, stretching her cunt lips briefly causing a unknown erotic pain as it did. Once inside, the dog stopped humping as his paw gripped her tightly, holding his articulatio coxae tight against her. Feeling his organ swelling, Tina began to orgasm again. She could feel a strange sensation cryptical inside her and she knew the dog was cumming. Leaning farther forward, she rested her impertinence on the rug and began savoring every moment of all this.

She thought of the blonde in the video and felt a foreign psychic alliance 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 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 sis. If it weren't for you and that TV, 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 deluge her reproductive system with cum. She could experience the warm liquid state trickling down her thighs and her belly. Though largely motionless, every once in a while Casey would return another hard drive, almost as if he wanted to go in deeper. There was a strange impression as the question of his cock pressed against her cervix. It was all overwhelming and jumble ; a variety of pleasure with pain in the neck, ecstasy with fear, precariousness with atonement.

Her orgasm lasted as long as the dog was in her and cumming and she now realized that's one of the matter that made eyetooth sex special. Casey didn't cum in a brace of quick spurts, he came over a period of time of minutes and was in no rush to pull out. It was a mutual climax taken to the extreme. The just drawback was she wanted to kiss someone, to sense person caressing her body softly and gently as she orgasmed and to be able-bodied to return the loving strokes.

Again, her creative thinker returned to the blonde. She imagined what it would be like to be with her, to take turns being fucked by some great insatiable hound dog, each comforting the other, providing the missing human touch. She imagined she could taste Blondie's knife, find her nose against her impudence, and her fuzz in her face as they kissed passionately while the dog screwed them. These fancy idea intensified her almost crippling climax. She knelt there helpless, fingers and toes curled under, teeth clinched, binge oozing out of her closed center, breathing in light shallow panting breaths, feeling the muscles of her tum, ass, and thighs tightening and releasing rhythmically. It was almost as if her vagina was trying to squeeze every pearl of cum from Casey's cock.

Then she felt Casey move over a unusual chemise, sending a sensuous shakiness through her followed by the delectable pain as his greyback slipped out past her load kitty lips. It was over. As turncock slid out, she felt the warmth of his cum as it dribbled down her thighs. Too spent to locomote, she stayed in her position trying to enchant her breathing time. Then she felt Casey's knife as he began licking her again. It was the hone way to end their little tryst, prolonging her feel 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 take survived any More of it without having a core onslaught. 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 clobber her face. It didn't matter to her that this like 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 great fuck.

Eventually she got weakly up on her understructure and let him out of the bathroom. Slipping into her slack, she went out and let him go out into the yard while she took a quickly cascade and cleaned up the bathroom. When she finished she let him bet on in and then left for base. Thinking about what she had as she drove alone, she became aroused once more, but this prison term wanted human inter-group communication. She wished she was going to match Blondie, who she now thought of as a close friend.

She thought of the woman's pretty face, her skillful shapely build, and her lovely countenance. anathemize it, Blondie, she thought to herself, why can't you be real ? Why can't we share this experience ? I owe you so practically for awakening my interest in this and I can't repay you. I love you, my babe, but you'll never get to fuck how grateful I am. Since Blondie was unavailable, she decided her married man would give birth to do.

She met him at the threshold that nighttime when he returned dwelling, literally throwing herself into his arms. She kissed him hungrily, greedily, as she ground herself against him, feeling his now erect penis though the textile of his vesture as it pressed against her abject belly. She half dragged him into the bedroom, quickly disrobing. Once she was naked, she helped him terminate undressing, then laid down on the bed, human knee hang and ranch wide, nervous with prediction. When he climbed on top of her she guided his throbbing cock to her waiting cunt mouth, sobbing out loudly as she felt his stiff prick military unit 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 mouth kissed, licked, and nibbled through the whole thing, making for what was lacking in her earlier intimate experience with Casey. Finally, when she felt his rooster spurting a shipment of cum into her, she relaxed, happily satisfied as they cuddled together.

The dog fucking her had been the godforsaken forcible star of her life, but her married man had provided something Casey never could, that precious touch of human being affection. 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 man, and decided the Hellene had been onto something there.

Her married man never questioned why when he'd come home his wife had turned somehow into madly affectionate sexual wildcat, 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 while but he never noticed it only happened when her brother was out of townspeople and Tina went over to lead fear of his dog .