It had all began innocently enough various weeks earlier when Tina was doing the laundry. 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 backbone bedroom where she could wait out the windowpane and bask the panorama to break the sameness. On this day there was zilch lots to see except for two dogs in the empty lot on the early 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 expect out the window. The male person dog kept pushing his snout into the female's ass. 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 jump up on the female's back and dedicate a duad of thrusts, then cast off back down to pay attention to the beef's rear. Then she saw him climb up on her one more time and even at this distance she could see his hips thrusting back and forth at an incredibly rapid pace. She couldn't help wondering what it must feel like to experience such an ardently aggressive lover.

Then suddenly she noticed the male had stopped ; both fauna were standing line still. She had no literal cognition of canine tooth sex and assumed they had finished, but they weren't moving ; the Male remained ride. She was fascinated by this and set the Fe down, leaning forward on the ironing board to watch. Minutes ticked by with no star sign of movement. Finally, the male swung around and they stood there, fucking pressed together, facing in inverse direction. This she understood, they were"stick by"; she'd seen it many time 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 hubby to do after intercourse.

This was the start time she'd ever watched two dogs copulating from beginning to end and she'd found it intriguing. She was especially curious about that lengthy 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 time the dogs were still meant that the male was fully in and ejaculating within the female. Tina was amazed that frump could cum for that length of time. It was a captivating thought.

Other sites had come up ; internet site with TV of woman having sex with hound. Tina clicked on several and watched light snip of women being fucked by brute. 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 pass as a relative. She watched the dog humping and thrusting briefly against the fair sex who was on her hands and knees.

Then suddenly she slowly bent her sleeve until her cheek rested on the flooring, a grimace on her typeface ; Tina assumed the woman had just been"knotted ”. Then she saw the grimace disappear, replaced by a look of spread out mouthed passion. The dog was now barely moving. Tina understood from what she'd just say the canine was probably sending a rather copious amount 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 very much of an mental picture on Tina, but because they were near look-a-likes, it was loose for Tina to opine she was the one who was getting screwed by the dog. She wondered what it must experience like ; the heavy cock, the swollen ball, the lengthy interjection, not to mention the feeling of intensely sensuous wickedness that the woman must be experiencing. Tina found this all to be extremely exciting as her hand slid down into her slacks and began massaging her kitty-cat. In her aroused state, it didn't admit very much time or effort for her to begin climaxing. She leaned back in the electric chair, 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 first time something she'd seen or read had turned her on to the level of masturbation, but the resemblance between her and this former char to each other haunted her. In Tina's fantasies it almost seemed as if it were her on that floor with a dog's pecker locked abstruse inside her. It was locked away in her imagination along with romance novel inspired fancy about being a 17th hundred maiden abducted and ravaged by pirates, or being Mata Hari type spy seducing enemy officers, exchanging her intimate favors for private war plans. These and others were farcical scenarios that provided good inspiration for masturbation, but things that had no place in her material world. Being screwed by a dog was added to this fantasy tilt, something to be brought out of the dark recesses of her intellect but never to be attempted.

That should own been the end of it, but luck has a way of interfering with one's design, of placing chance and enticement in the way. About a month later her brother had to go for a two day job conference. There was really nothing unusual about that, he had to do that about once a month. This time, however, he asked her to do over and feed his dog and film him for a walk, explaining the dog didn't seem to like being taken to the kennel. He'd ejaculate to recognise the kennel as soon as the car pulled into the parking lot and would commence whining and carrying on horribly. Tina agreed, it seemed like a sensible asking and she was beaming to help.

Her brother left early in the morning and Tina went over that afternoon. The dog, Casey, was a beautiful Irish typesetter. A prominent friendly animal, he loved activity, so Tina took him for a walkway over to a nearby park where they could dally and run together. It was all pretty enjoyable and innocent. Later she took him back to her brother's house and fed him. Afterwards she sat on the story petting him. Casey rolled over on his back waiting for her to engrave his belly. Tina complied, but she couldn't hold on her heart from gazing at the furry case that held his cock.

Looking at it all she was reminded of was that two minute snip of the blonde char getting screwed by that dog. Almost without cerebration, her helping hand moved down and gently stroked the covering, rummy as to what would come about. At kickoff it seemed to have no effect, then her fingertips lightly caressed his Ball and Casey's penis slowly emerged. It wasn't very impressive, reminding her of an undersized Daucus carota sativa. She assumed it would get larger if promote 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 adequate dry food and water, then went home.

That may have been the end of it, but when her husband came 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 nous, 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 draw a blank the intuitive feeling of exciting depravation that she'd had while handling Casey's genitalia. All she was for sure of was that she wanted an encore.

Soon after her married man left to go bowling, she drove over to her brother's star sign. She had no plan in brain 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 break than spending the evening by herself. The queer affair was as soon as she pulled up at her brother's place she began to feel anxious. It was as if some interior component 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 planetary house, a belief of extreme jumpiness swept through her. She wasn't sure what she was going to do, but she knew she wasn't there just to tip the dog. She also wasn't sure it was anything she really wanted to or should be doing. But again, that interior share of her mind wouldn't let her leave. She gave him fresh urine, added some dry food to what was already in his dish, then went into the living room to sit down.

She'd decided trying to get another face at his putz was simply too depraved a thing for her to do and tried to advertise 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 polish his fur with her hand, pausing occasionally to scratch his neck or behind his capitulum. 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 abdomen, giving him what he wanted.

The problem 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 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 afternoon, there was no timidity this time. Her hand purposely gripped the cocktail dress and began stroking, her thumb flicking back and Forth River across the scupper tip. She could feel it expanding in her hired hand 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 solve fluid came out and ran down onto her hand.

She released her cargo deck on his hammer 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 spine, had raised his head word up, watching her. She held her hand out to him to register what she had. The dog sniffed it, then surprised her by licking her fingers. The feel of his tongue on her fingers excited her, reminding her of the video she'd watched on line. Now her intellect was made up, she wanted to experience his lingua elsewhere, to live 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 pursue her. Once they were both in the lavatory, she closed the door and removed her jeans and underwear. Kneeling alongside Casey she reached under and gripped his stopcock again and resumed stroking it. She continued until some More of the sack up boneheaded fluid began seeping out of the end. Wiping some up with her fingerbreadth, Tina stood up, waved her pre-cum saturated fingers under Casey's nose and went over to the toilet and, after putting down the seat lid, sat down. Spreading her legs wide of the mark, she wiped the dog's fluid onto her cunt lips.

The dog followed and, after quickly sniffing her wet anatomy, began licking. With the starting time CVA of his tongue along her pussycat, 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 gapped twat lips. Tina slumped against the aplomb porcelain tank, her head thrown back, and her hands covering her grimace. The dog's oral rape was unlike anything she'd ever experienced before.

As the rough grain of his tongue delightfully irritated the soft spiritualist inner bod of her cunt and tortured her button, she had an excitedly quirky tactual sensation in her belly, almost like her insides were slithering around signaling the approach of a John Major orgasm. The more aroused she became it seemed the faster and harder Casey lapped at her pussy sending shivering waves of ecstasy through her. Within moments she was engulfed in a monolithic orgasm. As she began to cum, the dog seemed to suit almost desperate as if his life sentence depended on getting as much of her secernment as he could.

Tina sobbed out loudly, gasping for breath, helpless in the adhesive friction of her sexual release, her body quivering, its various parts twitching and jerking uncontrollably. Her psyche was registering aught beyond this mind numbing undulation of sensual pleasure. several times Casey had raised his gag from her crotch and looked about excitedly before returning to his pleasurable task, but Tina barely noticed these niggling respites in his attention until he tried climbing up on her. Looking down, she saw his cock sticking out and hump 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 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 quartet. Then she felt his weight 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 second joint with one helping hand to draw him into her pussy, 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 adapt the meridian of her rosehip in an attempt to dividing line their genital organ up. Finally she felt his prick pillow slip between her cunt back talk. That alone sent a strong-arm chill through her body as she thought to herself that she was actually doing this. Once the head went in, Casey moved forward and shove the bulk of it into her.

The cock itself moving rapidly inside her was thrilling enough in its own right, but the thought of her doing something as depraved and verboten as this made it doubly exciting. Then she felt the greyback trying to force its way into her. A few hard thrusts and it penetrated, stretching her pussy lips briefly causing a strange erotic bother as it did. Once inside, the dog stopped humping as his paws gripped her tightly, holding his hips tight against her. Feeling his electronic organ swelling, Tina began to orgasm again. She could feel a strange sensation cryptic 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 TV and felt a strange psychic hamper with her. It almost seemed as if they knew each other. We're sister now, she thought to herself happily. You and I, we've done something few adult female 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 byplay, 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 glut her reproductive system of rules with cum. She could feel the warm liquidity trickling down her thigh and her belly. Though largely motionless, every once in a while Casey would present another difficult thrust, almost as if he wanted to go in deeper. There was a strange feeling as the fountainhead of his cock pressed against her cervix. It was all overwhelming and perplexing ; a intermixture of delight with painfulness, ecstasy with care, dubiety with satisfaction.

Her orgasm lasted as long as the dog was in her and cumming and she now realized that's one of the affair that made eyetooth sex particular. Casey didn't cum in a match of quick spurts, he came over a geological period of minutes and was in no hastiness to rend out. It was a reciprocal orgasm taken to the extreme. The only if drawback was she wanted to kiss someone, to experience someone caressing her consistency softly and gently as she orgasmed and to be able to return the loving strokes.

Again, her brain returned to the blond. She imagined what it would be like to be with her, to take turns being fucked by some expectant insatiable cad, each comforting the other, providing the missing man touch. She imagined she could sample Blondie's tongue, find her nose against her cheek, and her hair in her look as they kissed passionately while the dog screwed them. These fantasise thoughts intensified her almost crippling orgasm. She knelt there helpless, digit and toes curled under, teeth clinched, teardrop oozing out of her conclude oculus, breathing in dead shallow panting breathing space, feeling the muscleman of her venter, ass, and second joint 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 pass on a strange shimmy, sending a sensuous vibration through her followed by the delectable pain as his knot slipped out past her adulterate purulent lips. It was over. As cock slid out, she felt the warmheartedness of his cum as it dribbled down her thighs. Too spent 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 perfect way to end their picayune tryst, prolonging her feelings of ecstasy a lilliputian 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 Thomas More of it without having a affection attack. 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 work out her fount. It didn't topic to her that this Lapp glossa 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 large fuck.

Eventually she got weakly up on her feet and let him out of the bathroom. Slipping into her slacks, she went out and let him go out into the yard while she took a quick shower and cleaned up the bathroom. When she finished she let him back in and then left for dwelling house. Thinking about what she had as she drove alone, she became invoke once more, but this clip wanted human contact. 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. imprecate 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 babe, but you'll never get to know how grateful I am. Since Blondie was unavailable, she decided her husband would receive to do.

She met him at the room access that night when he returned home plate, literally throwing herself into his arms. She kissed him hungrily, greedily, as she ground herself against him, feeling his now erect penis though the material of his wearable as it pressed against her lower belly. She half dragged him into the bedroom, quickly disrobing. Once she was naked, she helped him finish up undressing, then laid down on the bed, knees bent-grass and spreading blanket, anxious with expectancy. When he climbed on top of her she guided his throbbing cock to her waiting cunt lips, sobbing out loudly as she felt his stiff prick force-out 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 part of him she could reach.

Her mouth kissed, licked, and nibbled through the whole affair, making for what was lacking in her sooner intimate experience with Casey. Finally, when she felt his shaft 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 animation, but her husband had provided something Casey never could, that wanted speck of human being warmheartedness. 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 husband never questioned why when he'd come abode his wife had turned somehow into madly affectionate sexual wildcat, 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 piece but he never noticed it only happened when her crony was out of town and Tina went over to fill upkeep of his dog .