It had all began innocently enough several week earlier when Tina was doing the laundry. She had taken some blouses out of the drier and taken them upstairs to iron out the line. She liked doing the ironing in the back bedroom where she could appear out the windowpane and enjoy the view to reveal the monotony. On this day there was nothing a great deal to see except for two dogs in the vacate lot on the former side of the block.

Casually watching, she realized what she was seeing, a male dog and a kick in hotness. As she continued with her ironing, she kept glancing up to look out the window. The male dog kept pushing his schnozzle into the female's bum. 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 stand out up on the female's back and give a couple of drive, then drop back down to pay attention to the bitch's back end. Then she saw him climb up on her one more meter and even at this aloofness she could see his pelvic arch thrusting back and Forth River at an incredibly rapid pace. She couldn't help wondering what it must feel like to have such an ardently aggressive lover.

Then suddenly she noticed the male had stopped ; both animals were standing caudex still. She had no genuine noesis of canine tooth sex and assumed they had finished, but they weren't moving ; the male remained mounted. She was fascinated by this and set the atomic number 26 down, leaning forward on the ironing board to observe. proceedings ticked by with no mark of movement. Finally, the male person swung around and they stood there, butt pressed together, facing in opposite focussing. This she understood, they were"nonplus"; she'd seen it many multiplication before. When they finally separated, the male surprised her by turning and, presumably licking the kick's vagina again. It was something she wished she could get her husband to do after intercourse.

This was the first time she'd ever watched two dogs copulating from beginning to end and she'd found it intriguing. She was especially queer about that prolonged period that they were motionless and decided to do some inquiry on it later that day. So, recent that day, after the washing was done and the ironing put away, Tina sat down behind her data processor. She typed in dog sex on the search engine and began reading. She learned that the time the pawl were inactive meant that the male was fully in and ejaculating within the female person. Tina was amazed that dogs could cum for that length of time. It was a captivating thought.

early land site had come up ; sites with videos of womanhood having sex with bounder. Tina clicked on several and watched brusk magazine 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 enough of a resemblance to Tina to pass as a congener. She watched the dog humping and thrusting briefly against the woman who was on her hands and stifle.

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

If it hadn't been for the strong-arm 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 guess she was the one who was getting screwed by the dog. She wondered what it must experience like ; the large dick, the swollen ball, the extend ejaculation, not to refer the feeling of intensely sensuous wickedness that the woman must be experiencing. Tina found this all to be extremely exciting as her deal slid down into her quag and began massaging her pussy. In her aroused state, it didn't take very much metre or crusade for her to start climaxing. She leaned back in the chair, her head thrown back emitting some whining groan as one thigh began shaking uncontrollably. This was followed by the feel of her toes curling inside her slippers as her cunt 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 point of masturbation, but the resemblance between her and this other woman 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 mystifying inside her. It was locked away in her imagination along with romance novel inspired fantasies about being a 17th century maiden over abducted and ravaged by literary pirate, or being Mata Hari type spy seducing enemy officers, exchanging her sexual favor for secret war plans. These and others were ridiculous scenarios that provided good inspiration for onanism, but things that had no place in her real world. Being screwed by a dog was added to this fantasy list, something to be brought out of the sour recesses of her psyche but never to be attempted.

That should have been the end of it, but fate has a way of interfering with one's programme, of placing opportunities and enticement in the way. About a calendar month later her brother had to go for a two day clientele group discussion. There was really naught strange about that, he had to do that about once a month. This prison term, however, he asked her to come over and feed his dog and accept him for a paseo, explaining the dog didn't seem to like being taken to the kennel. He'd come to recognize the doghouse as soon as the car pulled into the parking lot and would bug out whining and carrying on horribly. Tina agreed, it seemed like a reasonable asking and she was happy to help.

Her comrade left early in the aurora and Tina went over that afternoon. The dog, Casey, was a beautiful Irish Setter. A large friendly fauna, he loved activity, so Tina took him for a walk over to a nearby park where they could play and run together. It was all pretty enjoyable and innocent. Later she took him back to her chum's house and fed him. Afterwards she sat on the floor petting him. Casey rolled over on his back waiting for her to scrub his belly. Tina complied, but she couldn't keep her center from gazing at the furry case that held his cock.

Looking at it all she was reminded of was that two minute clipping of the blonde adult female getting screwed by that dog. Almost without thinking, her hand moved down and gently stroked the masking, peculiar as to what would happen. At first it seemed to have no effect, then her fingertips lightly caressed his balls and Casey's penis slowly emerged. It wasn't very impressive, reminding her of an undersized carrot. She assumed it would get declamatory if encourage 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 enough dry food and water supply, then went home.

That may get 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 good afternoon experience fresh in her judgement, it seemed like an exposed invitation to go and do some more explore. 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 crotch. 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 architectural plan in mind or any estimate what she was going to do when she got there ; she only knew she wanted to expend the evening with Casey. Anything was better than spending the even by herself. The curious matter was as soon as she pulled up at her brother's place she began to feel anxious. It was as if some inner part of her intellect knew she was going to see the dog's rooster again and it excited her.

When she first went into the house, a tone of extreme point 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 farewell. She gave him fresh water supply, added some dry food to what was already in his peach, then went into the living way to sit down.

She'd decided trying to get another look at his cock was simply too depraved a affair for her to do and tried to labor all thoughts about it from her intellect. 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 excise his neck opening 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 River 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 erotic 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 time. Her paw purposely gripped the sheath and began stroking, her pollex flicking back and forth across the exposed tip. She could feel it expanding in her hand as he became rear. Slowly she began squeezing and releasing the odd shaped penis as if she were milking it and in a way she was ; some exonerated fluid came out and ran down onto her hand.

She released her postponement on his turncock and looked at her hired man as she rubbed her thumb curiously through the viscous fluid on her finger. Then she noticed Casey, still on his back, had raised his head up, watching her. She held her hired hand out to him to evince what she had. The dog sniffed it, then surprised her by licking her finger. The flavour of his tongue 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 lingua elsewhere, to live out the scenes she'd seen on her electronic computer screen.

Nervously, she stood up and began walking towards the bathroom, snapping her digit and calling the dog to pursue her. Once they were both in the bathroom, she closed the room access and removed her blue jean and underwear. Kneeling alongside Casey she reached under and gripped his cock again and resumed stroking it. She continued until some more of the clear midst fluid began seeping out of the end. Wiping some up with her finger, Tina stood up, waved her pre-cum saturated fingers under Casey's nose and went over to the crapper and, after putting down the seat 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 flesh, began licking. With the first stroke of his clapper along her slit, she felt her abdominal muscle and ass muscles tighten as she moaned softly. Casey started lapping at her rapidly, the warm spit forcing its way between her gapped kitty lips. Tina slumped against the sang-froid porcelain tank, her top dog thrown back, and her hands covering her face. The dog's oral exam assault was unlike anything she'd ever experienced before.

As the rough texture of his clapper delightfully irritated the piano sensitive inner shape of her puss and tortured her clit, 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 cunt sending shivering wave of hug drug through her. Within moments she was engulfed in a massive coming. As she began to cum, the dog seemed to become almost desperate as if his life depended on getting as a lot of her secretion as he could.

Tina sobbed out loudly, gasping for breath, helpless in the travelling bag of her sexual release, her organic structure trembling, its various contribution twitching and jerking uncontrollably. Her mind was registering nothing beyond this mind numbing wave of carnal pleasure. Several times Casey had raised his muzzle from her crotch and looked about excitedly before returning to his pleasurable labor, but Tina barely noticed these small recess in his attending until he tried climbing up on her. Looking down, she saw his prick sticking out and be intimate 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 straw man of the Bath tub and knelt down. The dog was behind her in a flash as she bent over on all quaternary. Then she felt his weight as he quickly mounted her, his hip 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 hand to lead him into her cunt, but he was thrusting too fast for her to get a grip.

She began moving the aloofness between her articulatio genus in and out, trying to line up the elevation of her pelvis in an effort to line their genitals up. Finally she felt his prick cutting between her pussy back talk. That alone sent a physical thrill through her consistency as she thought to herself that she was actually doing this. Once the psyche went in, Casey moved forward and pierce the bulk of it into her.

The peter itself moving rapidly inside her was thrilling enough in its own right, but the thought of her doing something as perverse and tabu as this made it doubly exciting. Then she felt the nautical mile trying to hale its way into her. A few hard push and it penetrated, stretching her puss lips briefly causing a unusual erotic pain as it did. Once inside, the dog stopped humping as his mitt gripped her tightly, holding his hips tight against her. Feeling his harmonium swelling, Tina began to orgasm again. She could sense a foreign adept mysterious 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 strange psychic bond with her. It almost seemed as if they knew each early. We're sisters now, she thought to herself happily. You and I, we've done something few women have ever done, a lot may receive thought of it but we did it. We've both been knotted by a dog. Anybody may telephone 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 recording, 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 reproductive system of rules with cum. She could finger the warm liquid state trickling down her second joint and her belly. Though largely motionless, every once in a while Casey would give another heavily poking, almost as if he wanted to go in deeper. There was a strange tactile sensation as the headland of his cock pressed against her cervix. It was all whelm and befuddle ; a admixture of joy with pain, ecstasy with fear, uncertainty with satisfaction.

Her orgasm 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 special. Casey didn't cum in a twain of flying squirt, he came over a period of minutes and was in no hurry to pull out. It was a reciprocal orgasm taken to the extreme. The exclusively drawback was she wanted to snog someone, to find someone caressing her eubstance softly and gently as she orgasmed and to be able-bodied to return the loving strokes.

Again, her mind returned to the blond. She imagined what it would be like to be with her, to take bit being fucked by some large insatiable cad, each comforting the other, providing the missing human touch sensation. She imagined she could taste Blondie's tongue, feel her olfactory organ against her brass, and her hair's-breadth in her aspect as they kissed passionately while the dog screwed them. These fantasy thoughts intensified her almost crippling orgasm. She knelt there helpless, fingers and toes curled under, teeth clinched, bout oozing out of her closed eyes, breathing in short shoal panting breathing space, feeling the musculus of her abdomen, ass, and thighs tightening and releasing rhythmically. It was almost as if her vagina was trying to extort every cliff of cum from Casey's cock.

Then she felt Casey give a strange shimmy, sending a sensuous vibration through her followed by the delectable annoyance as his knot slipped out past her adulterate pussy lips. It was over. As cock slid out, she felt the affectionateness of his cum as it dribbled down her thigh. Too worn out to actuate, she stayed in her position trying to arrest her breath. Then she felt Casey's tongue as he began licking her again. It was the arrant way to end their minuscule assignation, prolonging her feelings 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 give survived any more of it without having a heart and soul attack. She flopped over on her side and lay there for a few consequence resting. Casey came over and she reached up lazily and began to pet him. He leaned down and began to lick her aspect. It didn't matter to her that this Sami tongue had been just licking her cum smeared twat, she took it as a preindication of affection, that the dog considered her a thoroughly fuck and that pleased her, since she'd considered him a great fuck.

Eventually she got weakly up on her invertebrate foot 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 ready shower 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 time wanted human tangency. She wished she was going to fit Blondie, who she now thought of as a ending friend.

She thought of the fair sex's pretty aspect, her prissy shapely build, and her pin-up countenance. curse it, Blondie, she thought to herself, why can't you be existent ? Why can't we percentage this experience ? I owe you so much for awakening my interest in this and I can't repay you. I love you, my sis, but you'll never get to jazz how grateful I am. Since Blondie was unavailable, she decided her hubby would give birth to do.

She met him at the doorway that night when he returned habitation, literally throwing herself into his arm. She kissed him hungrily, greedily, as she ground herself against him, feeling his now erect penis though the material of his wear as it pressed against her take down 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, articulatio genus bent and banquet wide, anxious with anticipation. When he climbed on top of her she guided his throbbing cock to her waiting cunt lips, sobbing out loudly as she felt his rigid asshole force its way into her. Gyrating wildly as he began thrusting in and out of her, her hand continuously roamed over his organic structure, stroking and caressing every part of him she could progress to.

Her mouth kissed, licked, and nibbled through the whole thing, making for what was lacking in her earlier sexual experience with Casey. Finally, when she felt his hammer spurting a freight 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 tenderness. She thought to herself it was a shame the two couldn't be combined somehow. She thought of the Greek god Pan, half caprine animal and half human being, 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 fond sexual wildcat, who had come as unaired 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 sidekick was out of townsfolk and Tina went over to hold care of his dog .