Jon Reskind - The dog-lover

This was sex at its most primitive and basic level, and she wanted to wallow in it. He was an animal on all fours, fucking her without tenderness or patience, but she didn't care. His lightning thrusts were so mind-bending it made her teeth chatter and her head spin. She squirmed and groaned salaciously around his thickly dominating animal-cock which was despoiling her sacred redheaded beauty, feeling the entire blood-swollen length of it as it sluiced wetly in and out of her flaming hot cunt.

Getting her breath momentarily, Rhonda looked down between their lewdly entwined bodies to watch fascinated as his glistening red dog penis pistoned rhythmically in and out of her soft, curl-fringed cuntal mouth, which clung to it lasciviously. Her brain seemed to dissolve further with each maddening, breath-taking plunge, and she reeled in the blinding light of taboo animalism. Kicking out her legs, she wrapped them snugly up around the furry muscles of his powerful back, and then began undulating her pelvis with a wild salacious grinding motion, meeting his powerful strokes with lewd ecstatic abandon and wanton frenzy.

Like one possessed, the naked redhead humped her hotly working loins up at her German Shepherd lover, sliding forward onto his continuously skewering penis as it plunged deeper and deeper into the tortured confines of her round little belly. The dog's furry stomach and loins battered mercilessly against her milk-white flesh, thudding resoundingly into her lewdly spread cuntal flesh, his enormous blood-engorged penis sinking far up into the hot fluid inferno of her wildly clasping cuntal channel.

Almost unconscious of her actions, Rhonda rotated her buttocks and hips furiously beneath him with shameless mewls of pure happiness, spiraling her cunt hungrily up and down around the punishing length of Cesar's instinct-driven cock, a blissful cry of anguished joy breaking from her parted lips.

And then she thought her head was going to explode right off her shoulders as she sensed her longed-for orgasm coming hurtling towards her. Its advance signals splayed through her erotically seething loins like the prickling of a million tiny needles, torturing the pit of her sensuously shivering belly with the obscene promise of the most shattering climax she'd ever known!

She seemed to be whining endlessly now, straining and yearning on the very edge of the steep gorge of her approaching climax, only to feel it recede from her yet once again, tantalizingly.

"Oh, come on, boy! That's it, you wonderful dear – oh! OH! Fuck meeeee!" Her voice cracked with passion as she slavered ecstatically all over his panting canine face, smothering it with burning moist kisses. Her loins felt as if they were going to explode into millions of individual molecules.

Above her, Cesar's hotly chugging animal heart raged out of control, hugging and puffing with love for his new redheaded mistress whose long soft legs were wound so snugly around his swiftly moving back as were her arms, now, so passionately around his neck. She pleaded with him, begged and cajoled as she kissed him feverishly, at the same time thrusting her hugging cuntal walls up onto his aching rod of flesh as it drove faster and faster in and out between her thighs. The burning heat of her loins was like a balm to his savagely pumping cock, urging him madly higher.

"Darling… oh… lick my darling… lick my wonderful tongue… darling… kiss me… oh… oh…" she begged out of her mind with lust, her face almost unrecognizably contorted. She opened her mouth to gasp out something else, and just then the dog's long, thick wet tongue thrust into the furnace of her mouth, brushing along her tongue as it moved to the very back of her throat. And she sucked it wildly, unbridled bestial passion making her a creature devoid of all reason. Her toes turned under and everything in her flesh seemed to scream orgiastically. With the German Shepherd's tongue in her mouth it was as if he was fucking her there as well as in her madly churning cunt below. Sob after desperate sob burst from her ovalled lips… this was it… it… there… and then… then… her first spasm of flesh-twisting, mind-thrashing orgasm hit her!

Rhonda whined like a mad woman and tried to fight him off, her pelvis thrashing with uncontrollably sexual bliss. Her loins seemed to convulse in mid-air, twisting and squirming with excruciating joy, her cuntal passage undulating and hugging ecstatically over his swiftly moving dog-cock.

Cesar responded by fucking her yet harder, and then he too was climaxing – spurting out his hotly scalding animal cum into the depths of her writhing white belly.

The dog's tongue withdrew from her greedily sucking mouth and he began yelping for joy as she flailed her head from side to side, her face twisted with obscene passion. The bright flash of erotic happiness Rhonda had ever known blew off inside her like a bursting cannon shot, burning every last nerve ending in her insanely shuddering body to a frazzle. The lewd combination of their human-animal cum trickled warmly back out of her rippling womb around Cesar's still speeding cock, flowing down the insides of her bow-string taut thighs as she milked her furry lover's penis of every last delicious drop of climactic sperm.

Rhonda groaned lustfully, her head thick with happiness. She moaned and sighed softly, her eyes hot and veiled with passion, her legs jerking convulsively as the last throes of orgasm rippled through her naked loins. Then her legs fell weakly apart on the bed on either side of his relaxing hairy flanks. Affection and a hopeless sense of exchanged wonder flooded her formerly frustrated flesh from the tips of her toes to the very ends of her long, lustrous red hair.

If this was depraved, it was the most wonderful depravity in the world, she thought. She was never going to let Cesar go back to Marla – at least not until Bob was back in town. Back in bed beside her, to be exact! Shame didn't even enter into it. A girl needs to be satisfied, she thought, and sometimes it doesn't matter who or what does it. Love and sex can be separated.

She couldn't remember when she'd felt so relaxed. This was the most marvelous tranquilizer in the world. Why had the world withheld it from her for so long? When your body has a need, you don't deny that need on the grounds of social taboos, and sex was like a food – you had to have it in order to survive. Why hadn't her mother taught her useful knowledge like that, instead of sending her to ballet school and forcing her into practicing her piano? Those efforts had never paid off.

This dog-woman sex was the most marvelous thing in the world. She was never going to deny it to herself again for as long as she lived. Even after she and Bob were married.

Cesar's cum-drenched cock slipped wetly from her semen-flooded cuntal mouth with a loud wet, sucking noise. She looked down affectionately, her eyes full of stars, at his glistening deflating cock, heavy with the moisture of both their orgiastic secretions, sliding slowly from the red curl-fringed folds of her exhausted but joyously satiated cunt, the lips of which seemed to be clinging after his softened member as if they never wanted to let go.

A happy warm glow suffused her body, and everything within her seemed flooded with pure liquid happiness. She got up on her elbows and took the German Shepherd's handsome face in her hands.

"I'm sorry I fought you off, darling. Can you ever forgive me?"

He licked at her face in reply, and then at the undersides of her full, heavy breasts. Rhonda giggled and felt as silly as a schoolgirl.

Life was rich, satisfying and fun. Let other women prove how liberated they are, thought the satiated redhead. Let them make the money and struggle through life. As for me, all I want is a comfortable home, a loving husband with money, a colored TV, and a wonderful dog like Cesar to keep me company in the afternoons.