David Crane: And the dog made three

And Jennifer, too, had a doggy…

Tracy rubbed the last dregs of spunk into her fat tits, then put her bikini on, tugging the tiny bottom up over her simmering loins and tucking her tits into the halter. She winked at Major, as if to let the doggy know that he would soon be in for another treat.

Nubile hips saucily swinging, Tracy crossed through the adjoining back yards to Jennifer's house. As she had hoped, Jennifer was also sun-bathing beside her pool, wearing a skimpy black bikini that tied at the sides, leaving her sleek flanks bared, and the outer rims of her well-rounded tits exposed.

Tracy paused to admire her friend for a moment, before she announced her presence. Tracy had never made it with another girl, but she had thought about it a great deal and, when she did – usually while playing with her pussy – she generally thought about Jennifer.

Jennifer was every bit as nubile and sexy as Tracy, but in a different and nicely contrasting fashion. She had blonde hair, worn curly and tumbled, big blue eyes that could look both innocent and sultry, and a shapely figure that had certainly inspired many creamy wet dreams and hand-jobs among the local lads.

Tracy wasn't the only one admiring lovely, blonde, bikini-clad Jennifer at the moment.

Eighteen-year-old Joe, tall and athletic and pubescent, had also been staring at his kid sister and getting a booming hard-on in the process.

Joe had been screwing his pounding fist while entertaining incestuous thoughts for some time now. The boy figured it was wicked to lust after his sister, but what the hell – that only made him cum more. Joe lurked around the house, constantly hoping to catch a glimpse of the sexy sibling in a state of undress, changing her clothing or taking a shower or sunbathing topless.

Joe, at the moment, was sitting in the arbor across from the pool, concealed in the leafy shadows, his eyes glued on Jennifer's trim body and his prick thundering in the confines of his tight jeans.

Soon necessity would decree that he haul his cock out and empty his balls by hand, he knew, but he was waiting as long as he could, even at the risk of creaming his jeans, in the hopes that his sexy sister might decide to remove the top of her bikini so that he could beat his meat over the mouth-watering sight of bouncy tits.

Lying on the ground beside Joe, the family dog, a big German Shepherd, was also regarding Jennifer with a certain interest.

Joe, concentrating on Jennifer, was unaware that the dog was also getting aroused.

Then the little nymphette from next door showed up and, with two nubile teenagers to admire in those tiny swimsuits, Joe groaned. He knew he could not endure much longer before he whipped his cock out and jacked off…

"Oh, wow!" Jennifer gasped.

She turned over onto her back, staring up at Tracy with her wide blue eyes. The dark-haired teenager had knelt down beside the blonde and, after a casual exchange of commonplace conversation, had assumed a very impish look that told Jennifer that she had just been very naughty. Jennifer had shown interest, of course. And then Tracy, blushing but grinning, admitted that she had been fooling with her dog.

"Did you really?" Jennifer asked, intrigued.

"Yeah – it was fun, too."

"But how – what did you…"

Tracy leaned forward conspiratorially, her heavy tits falling in her halter so that the deep cleavage and the globes almost to the nipples were bared much to Joe's delight, although he couldn't hear what they were saying.

"I was asleep by the pool, see – and I was having a lovely dream – and then I woke up and realized that Major was lapping my pussy!" Tracy said, her face all radiant with her naughty confession.

"Yeah? Oooooh – what did you do?"

Tracy grinned wickedly. "I took my bikini bottom off and let him finish the job."

Jennifer squealed with vicarious delight.

"Did-did you cream his tongue?"

"Ummmm – I sure as hell did."

"Oh! You're so naughty!" Jennifer cried – but she obviously approved of her friend's misbehavior.

Tracy hesitated, wondering whether she should also tell Jennifer that she had jerked the Great Dane off onto her tits and into her face and mouth? She wanted to, but she was afraid that maybe Jennifer wouldn't be ready for that much naughtiness. Tracy didn't want to risk putting Jennifer off and ruining all the interesting prospects.

"You gonna let him do it again?" Jennifer asked.

"Oh, yeah. All the time." Tracy gave Jennifer a speculative look. "I just had to tell somebody about it and – and I thought maybe you might like to come on over and find out what some doggy tongue feels like."

Jennifer blushed, lowering her eyes.

"Oooooh – I couldn't!" she said, but there was no much conviction in her tone.

"Or – the damned dog really enjoyed himself, wallowing around in my cunt, you know? It made me wonder what it would be like to suck a cunt, myself…"

Jennifer swallowed hard.

"I thought maybe you and I might give each other some head, Jenny," Tracy blurted out. "Just for the hell of it you know, just to see what it's like."

"But – but we aren't lesbians!" Jennifer squealed.

"Shit, no. But a girl doesn't have to be a damned dyke to eat some pussy," Tracy declared.

"I-I don't know," Jennifer said, huskily. "I'd have to think about it, I guess."

Tracy nodded, satisfied. Since Jennifer hadn't declined, there seemed to be a pretty good chance that the blonde girl would be willing. But Tracy didn't want to ruin things by rushing or insisting. She figured that she had sowed the seeds and now it would be better to wait and let Jennifer make the next move. Things like cunt-lapping were obviously better by mutual initiative. Anyway, Tracy was eager to get back home and see if Major had another hard-on.

Grinning at Jennifer, who was looking slightly stunned, Tracy got to her feet, her tits bouncing in her halter.

"Well, come on over, if you want to," she said. "We can have a lot of fun together – and with the doggy."

Grinning, she turned and walked away, her heart-shaped little ass swinging like a pendulum.

Jennifer stared after that departing ass. The girl was surprised to find that Tracy had bisexual inclinations, but not at all shocked. She was fascinated. What would it be like to sink her tongue up Tracy's wet, bushy cunt? she wondered. How lovely it would feel to have Tracy's raven-dark head clamped between her thighs! What would be the harm of it, after all? Since neither of them was a lesbian, it would only be sort of girlish fooling around, right?

Not to mention the cunt-lapping Great Dane! Jennifer began to pant, her fat tits surging in her scanty halter. She was sorely tempted to rush after Tracy and suggest they eat each other out immediately. But then she figured it wouldn't be wise to appear so eager – that it was better to play it modestly, almost reluctantly, so if it didn't work out right it would be Tracy's fault for instigating it and she could play the seduced innocent.

But her cunt was on fire, and Jennifer knew that she had to do something about that. She got to her feet on shaky legs, her face all flushed and her loins all juicy. She started toward the house, intending to finger-fuck herself in her bedroom.

But then she changed direction and, not realizing that it was occupied, headed for the arbor. Jennifer often frigged her cunt there, enjoying the variation of scene and setting, thrilled by an open air orgasm.

Her pussy was steaming like a live ember between her legs and the crotchband of her bikini was soaking wet. Her cunt squished juicily at every stride. The teenager was hotter than she had ever been before, and ready for just about anything and, fantasizing frantically about lesbianism and bestiality, she found herself confronted by incest…