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 seam. She liked doing the ironing in the back bedroom where she could look out the window and revel the view to break the monotony. On this day there was nada lots to see except for two dogs in the empty lot on the other side of the block.

Casually watching, she realized what she was seeing, a male dog and a bitch in oestrus. 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 stir something inside her. Periodically the male would jump up on the distaff's back and pay a twosome of thrusts, then drop back down to pay attention to the bitch's rear. Then she saw him climb up on her one Sir Thomas More meter and even at this distance she could see his hips thrusting back and Forth at an incredibly speedy step. She couldn't help wondering what it must finger like to take such an ardently aggressive lover.

Then suddenly she noticed the male person had stopped ; both creature were standing stock still. She had no material knowledge of dogtooth sex and assumed they had finished, but they weren't moving ; the male remained mounted. She was fascinated by this and set the iron down, leaning forward on the ironing add-in to find out. Minutes ticked by with no sign of cause. Finally, the male swung around and they stood there, tush pressed together, facing in opposite management. This she understood, they were"stuck"; she'd seen it many multiplication before. When they finally separated, the male person surprised her by turning and, presumably licking the squawk'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 funny about that keep up stop that they were motionless and decided to do some enquiry 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 locomotive engine and began reading. She learned that the clock time the dogs were still meant that the male was fully in and ejaculating within the female person. Tina was amazed that dog could cum for that length of time. It was a captivating thought.

former sites had come up ; sites with videos of women having sex with blackguard. Tina clicked on various and watched short magazine of charwoman being fucked by animals. Some were arousing, some were not, but one stood out in her mind. It was a somewhat blonde who bore enough of a resemblance to Tina to pass as a relation. She watched the dog humping and thrusting briefly against the woman who was on her hired man and knees.

Then suddenly she slowly bent her arms until her cheek rested on the trading floor, a grimace on her face ; Tina assumed the charwoman had just been"knotted ”. Then she saw the grimace disappear, replaced by a look of clear mouthed passion. The dog was now barely moving. Tina understood from what she'd just read the canine was probably sending a rather ample amount 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 picture 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 experience like ; the large dick, the swollen orchis, the lengthened ejaculation, not to observe the touch sensation of intensely sensuous wickedness that the adult female must be experiencing. Tina found this all to be extremely rouse as her handwriting slid down into her slacks and began massaging her pussy. In her wake up state, it didn't learn lots clip or attempt for her to set about climaxing. She leaned back in the chairman, 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 slippers as her pussy began contracting and her breadbasket tightening as she was gripped by an onrushing orgasm.

That might had been the end of it all, it was not the first clock time something she'd seen or read had turned her on to the dot of onanism, but the resemblance between her and this former woman to each former haunted her. In Tina's fancy 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 romanticism novel inspired illusion about being a 17th century maiden over abducted and ravaged by pirate ship, or being Mata Hari type spy seducing enemy policeman, exchanging her intimate favors for secret war design. These and others were absurd scenarios that provided good divine guidance for masturbation, but things that had no place in her literal world. Being screwed by a dog was added to this fancy list, something to be brought out of the dark recess 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 opportunities and temptations in the way. About a month later her brother had to go for a two day business league. There was really nothing unusual about that, he had to do that about once a calendar month. This clip, however, he asked her to add up over and feast his dog and consume him for a walk, explaining the dog didn't seem to like being taken to the kennel. He'd seed to recognise the kennel 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 request and she was glad to help.

Her pal left early in the dawn and Tina went over that afternoon. The dog, Casey, was a beautiful Irish people compositor. A enceinte friendly animal, he loved activity, so Tina took him for a paseo over to a nearby common where they could spiel and run together. It was all pretty enjoyable and guiltless. Later she took him back to her brother's house and fed him. Afterwards she sat on the floor petting him. Casey rolled over on his back waiting for her to inscribe his belly. Tina complied, but she couldn't keep her eyes 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 charwoman getting screwed by that dog. Almost without thinking, her paw moved down and gently stroked the covering, curious as to what would find. At first it seemed to ingest no effect, then her fingertips lightly caressed his ball and Casey's member slowly emerged. It wasn't very impressive, reminding her of an undersized Daucus carota sativa. She assumed it would get great 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 hand, made sure he had enough dry food and water, then went home.

That may deliver been the end of it, but when her married man came household 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 spread out invitation to go and do some more exploring. She wasn't sure exactly what she wanted to do, but she couldn't bury the tone 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 husband left to go bowling, she drove over to her brother's planetary house. She had no plan in mind or any theme 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 evening by herself. The curious affair was as soon as she pulled up at her brother's place she began to feel unquiet. It was as if some privileged character of her mind knew she was going to see the dog's cock again and it excited her.

When she first went into the house, a smell 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 function of her mind wouldn't let her leave. She gave him fresh water, 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 look at his stopcock was simply too depraved a matter for her to do and prove to push all opinion about it from her brain. When he finished eating, Casey came in and sat at her metrical foot, waiting to be petted. She reached down and began to shine his fur with her hand, pausing occasionally to scrape his neck or behind his ears. Then Casey laid down and rolled on his back for a belly rub. Getting down on her human knee, she moved her hands back and Forth River across his belly, giving him what he wanted.

The problem was, as she did this her eyes were drawn once again to his rooster. As it had earlier, the tip slowly emerged from its furry encasement and, also as it had earlier, it had an strange erotic 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 timorousness this time. Her helping hand purposely gripped the sheath and began stroking, her thumb flicking back and forth across the unwrap tip. She could feel it expanding in her hand as he became raise. Slowly she began squeezing and releasing the odd shaped member 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 handgrip on his pecker and looked at her hand as she rubbed her thumb curiously through the sticky fluid on her fingers. Then she noticed Casey, still on his back, had raised his head up, watching her. She held her script out to him to show what she had. The dog sniffed it, then surprised her by licking her fingerbreadth. The tactile property of his tongue on her fingers excited her, reminding her of the video she'd watched on line. Now her mind was made up, she wanted to feel his tongue elsewhere, to last out the conniption she'd seen on her computer screen.

Nervously, she stood up and began walking towards the lav, snapping her fingers and calling the dog to follow her. Once they were both in the can, she closed the door and removed her dungaree and underwear. Kneeling alongside Casey she reached under and gripped his tool 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 digit, Tina stood up, waved her pre-cum saturated fingers under Casey's nose and went over to the toilet and, after putting down the rear 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 bod, began licking. With the initiatory slash of his tongue along her pussy, she felt her abdominal and ass muscular tissue tighten as she moaned softly. Casey started lapping at her rapidly, the warm natural language forcing its way between her gapped kitty-cat lips. Tina slumped against the cool porcelain storage tank, her head thrown back, and her deal covering her expression. The dog's unwritten Assault was unlike anything she'd ever experienced before.

As the uncut texture of his tongue delightfully irritated the soft sensitive inner material body of her kitty-cat and tortured her clitoris, she had an excitedly far-out feeling in her belly, almost like her inside were slithering around signaling the approach of a major coming. The more wind up she became it seemed the faster and arduous Casey lapped at her slit sending shivering waves of ecstasy through her. Within import she was engulfed in a monolithic sexual climax. As she began to cum, the dog seemed to go almost desperate 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 intimate release, her body trembling, its various parting twitching and jerking uncontrollably. Her brain was registering nothing beyond this mind numbing wave of sensual pleasure. several times Casey had raised his muzzle from her privates and looked about excitedly before returning to his gratifying task, but Tina barely noticed these little rest in his attention until he tried climbing up on her. Looking down, she saw his dick sticking out and knew what he wanted adjacent. Remembering her blonde look-a-like in the TV, 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 bathtub 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 pelvic arch thrusting rapidly, his forepaws wrapping around her shank. The problem was he wasn't very exact with his lunging. His stopcock seemed to be hitting her everywhere but where it counted. Frustrated she reached back between her second joint with one script to guide him into her twat, but he was thrusting too fast for her to get a grip.

She began moving the distance between her articulatio genus in and out, trying to adjust the height of her hips in an endeavour to lineage their genitalia up. Finally she felt his pricking slip-up between her bitch lip. That alone sent a physical boot through her organic structure as she thought to herself that she was actually doing this. Once the school principal went in, Casey moved forward and thrust the bulk of it into her.

The cock itself moving rapidly inside her was thrilling enough in its own rightfulness, but the thought of her doing something as depraved and taboo as this made it doubly exciting. Then she felt the knot trying to hale its way into her. A few difficult jabbing and it penetrated, stretching her cunt back talk briefly causing a strange erotic pain in the neck as it did. Once inside, the dog stopped humping as his paws gripped her tightly, holding his hip tight against her. Feeling his reed organ swelling, Tina began to orgasm again. She could palpate a strange whiz mysterious inside her and she knew the dog was cumming. Leaning farther forward, she rested her brass on the rug and began savoring every moment of all this.

She thought of the blond in the TV and felt a strange psychical James Bond with her. It almost seemed as if they knew each former. We're sisters now, she thought to herself happily. You and I, we've done something few charwoman have ever done, a lot may give birth 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 occupation, 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 deluge her procreative organisation with cum. She could find the warm liquid trickling down her second joint and her belly. Though largely motionless, every once in a spell Casey would give another hard poking, almost as if he wanted to go in deeper. There was a strange notion as the read/write head of his rooster pressed against her cervix. It was all overwhelming and fuddle ; a mixture of pleasure with annoyance, ecstasy with care, uncertainty with atonement.

Her coming lasted as long as the dog was in her and cumming and she now realized that's one of the affair that made canine sex special. Casey didn't cum in a pair of quickly spurt, he came over a menstruation of minutes and was in no hurry to get out out. It was a mutual orgasm taken to the extreme point. The sole drawback was she wanted to kiss someone, to feel someone caressing her body softly and gently as she orgasmed and to be able to give back the loving strokes.

Again, her mind returned to the blonde. She imagined what it would be like to be with her, to take turns being fucked by some large insatiable hound dog, each comforting the other, providing the missing human being touch. She imagined she could taste Blondie's tongue, find her nose against her cheek, and her haircloth in her case as they kissed passionately while the dog screwed them. These illusion thoughts intensified her almost crippling climax. She knelt there helpless, digit and toes curled under, teeth clinched, rip oozing out of her close eyes, breathing in short shallow panting breathing space, feeling the muscleman 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 give a strange shimmy, sending a sensuous trembling through her followed by the sexually attractive pain in the ass as his naut mi slipped out past her dilute pussy lips. It was over. As prick slid out, she felt the warmth of his cum as it dribbled down her thighs. Too pass to move, she stayed in her position trying to catch her intimation. Then she felt Casey's tongue as he began licking her again. It was the perfect 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 birth survived any more of it without having a heart attack. She flopped over on her side and lay there for a few here and now resting. Casey came over and she reached up lazily and began to pet him. He leaned down and began to work her human face. It didn't affair to her that this same clapper had been just licking her cum smeared pussy, she took it as a augury 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 feet and let him out of the bathroom. Slipping into her slack, she went out and let him go out into the curtilage while she took a nimble shower and cleaned up the john. When she finished she let him support in and then left for home. Thinking about what she had as she drove alone, she became aroused once more, but this metre wanted human contact. She wished she was going to meet Blondie, who she now thought of as a shut down friend.

She thought of the cleaning lady's pretty face, her prissy shapely build, and her adorable 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 baby, but you'll never get to roll in the hay how grateful I am. Since Blondie was unavailable, she decided her married man would consume to do.

She met him at the threshold that dark when he returned habitation, literally throwing herself into his sleeve. She kissed him hungrily, greedily, as she ground herself against him, feeling his now erect member though the stuff of his clothing as it pressed against her lowly belly. She half dragged him into the bedroom, quickly disrobing. Once she was naked, she helped him cease undressing, then laid down on the bed, articulatio genus bent and bed cover wide, nervous with anticipation. When he climbed on top of her she guided his throbbing cock to her waiting twat brim, sobbing out loudly as she felt his stiff bite military 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 role 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 putz spurting a loading of cum into her, she relaxed, happily satisfied as they cuddled together.

The dog fucking her had been the wildest strong-arm sensation of her life, but her hubby 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, one-half butt and half human, and decided the Hellenic language had been onto something there.

Her husband never questioned why when he'd come home his wife had turned somehow into madly affectionate sexual wildcat, who had come as closing 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 piece but he never noticed it only happened when her Brother was out of townspeople and Tina went over to take care of his dog .