It had all began innocently enough several calendar week 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 room where she could look out the window and enjoy the perspective to crack the humdrum. On this day there was nothing much to see except for two dogs in the empty lot on the former face of the block.

Casually watching, she realized what she was seeing, a male dog and a kick 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 put forward something inside her. Periodically the male would jump up on the female's back and give a couple of thrusts, then drop back down to pay attention to the bitch's rear. Then she saw him rise up on her one more meter 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 have such an ardently aggressive lover.

Then suddenly she noticed the Male had stopped ; both animals were standing stock still. She had no literal 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 branding iron down, leaning forward on the ironing circuit board to watch. minutes ticked by with no sign of motility. Finally, the male person swung around and they stood there, roll in the hay pressed together, facing in paired directions. This she understood, they were"hold fast"; she'd seen it many times before. When they finally separated, the male surprised her by turning and, presumably licking the bitch's vagina again. It was something she wished she could get her husband to do after intercourse.

This was the number one time she'd ever watched two frank copulating from beginning to end and she'd found it intriguing. She was especially curious about that lengthened 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 calculator. She typed in dog sex on the search locomotive and began reading. She learned that the sentence the dogs 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 clip. It was a captivating thought.

Other internet site had come up ; web site with videos of women having sex with dogs. Tina clicked on several and watched curt clipping of women being fucked by beast. Some were arousing, some were not, but one stood out in her mind. It was a pretty blond who bore enough of a resemblance to Tina to pass as a relative. She watched the dog humping and thrusting briefly against the woman who was on her manus and knees.

Then suddenly she slowly bent her arms until her face rested on the floor, a grimace on her brass ; Tina assumed the woman had just been"knotted ”. Then she saw the face disappear, replaced by a aspect of open mouthed love. 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 forcible resemblance, this all wouldn't have made that very 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 feel like ; the large tool, the swollen lump, the prolonged ejaculation, not to note the feeling of intensely sensuous lousiness that the cleaning lady must be experiencing. Tina found this all to be extremely excite as her handwriting slid down into her slacks and began massaging her puss. In her aroused body politic, it didn't carry much time or effort for her to begin climaxing. She leaned back in the chair, her head thrown back emitting some whining moan as one thigh began shaking uncontrollably. This was followed by the feel of her toes curling inside her carpet slipper as her snatch 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 foremost time something she'd seen or read had turned her on to the tip of masturbation, but the resemblance between her and this other woman to each early 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 17th century maiden abducted and ravaged by plagiarist, or being Mata Hari type spy seducing enemy officers, exchanging her sexual party favor for secret war plans. These and others were ridiculous scenarios that provided good inspiration for masturbation, but affair that had no place in her substantial globe. 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 induce been the end of it, but fate has a way of interfering with one's programme, of placing opportunity and temptations in the way. About a month later her chum had to go for a two day occupation conference. There was really nothing unusual about that, he had to do that about once a month. This clip, 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 semen to recognize the doghouse 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 request and she was glad to help.

Her brother left early in the dawn and Tina went over that afternoon. The dog, Casey, was a beautiful Irish whisky Setter. A vauntingly friendly animal, he loved activity, so Tina took him for a pass over to a nearby Park where they could play and run together. It was all pretty enjoyable and ingenuous. 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 scratch his belly. Tina complied, but she couldn't keep her center from gazing at the furry sheath that held his cock.

Looking at it all she was reminded of was that two mo magazine of the blonde woman getting screwed by that dog. Almost without thinking, her script moved down and gently stroked the covering, odd as to what would happen. At initiatory it seemed to have no effect, then her fingertips lightly caressed his chunk and Casey's penis slowly emerged. It wasn't very impressive, reminding her of an undersized cultivated carrot. She assumed it would get orotund if advance aroused. But that was as far as she was uncoerced to go. Actually she felt slightly ashamed of herself for doing that much. She went and washed her handwriting, 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 mind, it seemed like an receptive invitation to go and do some more exploring. She wasn't sure exactly what she wanted to do, but she couldn't block the feeling of exciting depravity that she'd had while handling Casey's genitals. All she was sure enough of was that she wanted an encore.

Soon after her married man left to go bowling, she drove over to her brother's house. She had no plan in intellect or any melodic theme what she was going to do when she got there ; she only knew she wanted to spend the evening with Casey. Anything was effective than spending the eventide by herself. The curious thing was as soon as she pulled up at her brother's plaza she began to feel anxious. It was as if some inner part of her mind knew she was going to see the dog's putz again and it excited her.

When she first went into the house, a feeling of utmost jitteriness 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 privileged part of her brain wouldn't let her leave. She gave him new body of water, added some dry food for thought to what was already in his dish, then went into the living way to sit down.

She'd decided trying to get another smell at his cock was simply too depraved a thing for her to do and essay to drive all sentiment about it from her idea. When he finished eating, Casey came in and sat at her feet, waiting to be petted. She reached down and began to smooth his fur with her hand, pausing occasionally to scratch his neck or behind his capitulum. Then Casey laid down and rolled on his rachis for a belly rub. Getting down on her genu, 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 putz. 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 former reached out and began caressing his dick.

Unlike this afternoon, there was no timorousness this time. Her helping hand purposely gripped the cocktail dress and began stroking, her thumb flicking back and Forth across the exposed tip. She could find it expanding in her 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 clear fluid came out and ran down onto her mitt.

She released her hold on his pecker and looked at her handwriting as she rubbed her thumb curiously through the gluey fluid on her fingerbreadth. Then she noticed Casey, still on his back, had raised his head teacher 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 fingers. The feel of his glossa on her digit excited her, reminding her of the picture she'd watched on line. Now her mind was made up, she wanted to feel his clapper 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 digit and calling the dog to keep an eye on her. Once they were both in the bathroom, she closed the threshold and removed her jeans and underclothes. Kneeling alongside Casey she reached under and gripped his dick again and resumed stroking it. She continued until some to a greater extent 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 digit under Casey's nose and went over to the john and, after putting down the fundament lid, sat down. Spreading her legs full, she wiped the dog's fluid onto her twat lips.

The dog followed and, after quickly sniffing her wet build, began licking. With the first base cam stroke of his knife along her cunt, she felt her abdominal muscle and ass muscular tissue tighten as she moaned softly. Casey started lapping at her rapidly, the unassailable knife forcing its way between her gapped pussy back talk. Tina slumped against the cool porcelain tank, her head thrown back, and her paw covering her font. The dog's oral assault was unlike anything she'd ever experienced before.

As the rough texture of his tongue delightfully irritated the indulgent sensitive inner flesh of her pussy and tortured her clitoris, she had an excitedly far-out flavor in her belly, almost like her insides were slithering around signaling the feeler of a major orgasm. The more aroused she became it seemed the faster and harder Casey lapped at her cunt sending shivering waves of exaltation through her. Within mo she was engulfed in a massive orgasm. As she began to cum, the dog seemed to get almost do-or-die as if his life depended on getting as lots of her secernment as he could.

Tina sobbed out loudly, gasping for breather, helpless in the grip of her sexual release, her consistence palpitation, its various parts twitching and jerking uncontrollably. Her brainiac was registering nothing beyond this judgment numbing wave of carnal pleasance. Several times Casey had raised his muzzle from her genital organ and looked about excitedly before returning to his enjoyable task, but Tina barely noticed these niggling recess in his attention until he tried climbing up on her. Looking down, she saw his cock sticking out and have it away 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 foursome. Then she felt his system of weights as he quickly mounted her, his hips thrusting rapidly, his forepaws wrapping around her shank. The problem was he wasn't very exact with his lunging. His rooster seemed to be hitting her everywhere but where it counted. Frustrated she reached back between her thighs with one deal to manoeuvre 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 adjust the summit of her hips in an attempt to pedigree their genitals up. Finally she felt his putz eluding between her cunt backtalk. That alone sent a physical thrill through her body as she thought to herself that she was actually doing this. Once the head teacher went in, Casey moved forward and stuff the bulk of it into her.

The dick itself moving rapidly inside her was thrilling enough in its own rightfield, but the thinking of her doing something as depraved and taboo as this made it doubly exciting. Then she felt the nautical mile trying to drive its way into her. A few laborious thrusts and it penetrated, stretching her cunt lips briefly causing a strange erotic pain as it did. Once inside, the dog stopped humping as his paws gripped her tightly, holding his hips tight against her. Feeling his electric organ swelling, Tina began to orgasm again. She could find a strange sense impression bass 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 blond in the picture and felt a strange psychical bond with her. It almost seemed as if they knew each early. We're babe now, she thought to herself happily. You and I, we've done something few women have ever done, a lot may stimulate thought of it but we did it. We've both been knotted by a dog. Anybody may call up 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 TV, I'd never be doing this, thank you, give thanks you so much.

As she and the dog were coupled together she felt her orgasm increasing in intensiveness as Casey continued to flood her reproductive system with cum. She could experience the warm liquidity trickling down her thighs and her belly. Though largely motionless, every once in a piece Casey would give another surd stab, almost as if he wanted to go in deeper. There was a strange smell as the mind of his cock pressed against her uterine cervix. It was all overpower and confusing ; a motley of joy with pain, ecstasy with fear, doubtfulness with expiation.

Her sexual climax lasted as long as the dog was in her and cumming and she now realized that's one of the matter that made canid sex special. Casey didn't cum in a twain of speedy spurt, he came over a period of minutes and was in no precipitation to overstretch out. It was a mutual climax taken to the extreme. The only drawback was she wanted to kiss person, to sense person caressing her consistence softly and gently as she orgasmed and to be capable to come back the loving strokes.

Again, her mind returned to the blond. She imagined what it would be like to be with her, to train turns being fucked by some declamatory insatiate hound, each comforting the other, providing the missing human cutaneous senses. She imagined she could taste Blondie's tongue, feel her nose against her boldness, and her fuzz in her side as they kissed passionately while the dog screwed them. These fantasy thoughts intensified her almost crippling orgasm. She knelt there helpless, finger and toes curled under, teeth clinched, binge oozing out of her closed eyes, breathing in short shoal panting hint, feeling the muscleman of her breadbasket, ass, and thigh 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 give a strange shift, sending a sensuous quivering through her followed by the delectable pain as his knot slipped out past her stretched pussy mouth. It was over. As stopcock slid out, she felt the warmth of his cum as it dribbled down her thighs. Too drop to move, she stayed in her berth trying to get her breath. Then she felt Casey's tongue as he began licking her again. It was the stark way to end their small assignation, prolonging her tone 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 make 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 lick her human face. It didn't matter to her that this same tongue had been just licking her cum smeared pussy, she took it as a mark of heart, that the dog considered her a dependable fuck and that pleased her, since she'd considered him a great fuck.

Eventually she got weakly up on her foot and let him out of the toilet. Slipping into her slacks, she went out and let him go out into the yard while she took a quick rain shower and cleaned up the toilet. When she finished she let him back in and then left for home. Thinking about what she had as she drove alone, she became stimulated once more, but this clock time wanted human striking. She wished she was going to foregather Blondie, who she now thought of as a close friend.

She thought of the char'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 a good deal for awakening my involvement in this and I can't repay you. I love you, my sister, but you'll never get to have it away how thankful I am. Since Blondie was unavailable, she decided her husband would possess to do.

She met him at the door that night when he returned base, literally throwing herself into his blazonry. She kissed him hungrily, greedily, as she ground herself against him, feeling his now erect penis though the textile 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 undressing, then laid down on the bed, knees hang and banquet all-encompassing, nervous with anticipation. When he climbed on top of her she guided his throbbing tool to her waiting cunt sassing, sobbing out loudly as she felt his stiff peter violence its way into her. Gyrating wildly as he began thrusting in and out of her, her hands continuously roamed over his consistence, stroking and caressing every share of him she could reach.

Her mouth kissed, licked, and nibbled through the whole thing, making for what was lacking in her former intimate 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 dotty forcible sensation of her lifetime, but her husband had provided something Casey never could, that cute touch of human warmness. She thought to herself it was a shame the two couldn't be combined somehow. She thought of the Greek god Pan, half Capricorn the Goat and half homo, and decided the Hellene had been onto something there.

Her husband never questioned why when he'd come home his married woman had turned somehow into madly affectionate sexual wolf, who had come as close 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 patch but he never noticed it only happened when her Brother was out of Town and Tina went over to take precaution of his dog .