Jon Reskind - The dog-lover

For a long time Sharon didn't realize how much she was gasping and panting for breath through her fantastic shattering climax. Her head seemed to have left her body, and perspiration and a post-orgasmic rash broke out all over her succulent body. Her eyes seemed to be clenched tightly shut for ages, her head resting lank against the fence, her teeth dug sharply into her full lower lip in order to prevent herself from crying out.

Sharon remained there gasping for air for some time, her ass cheeks swaying langurously in the air. She couldn't bring herself to withdraw her fingers from her body until the last dying pulsations of her climax had departed. When they had, her fingers at last slithered wetly from her satiated pussy and tight-clasping anus, and she shuddered as if she had a fever.

Still panting heavily, she leaned against the fence and looked in at Marla Cushing. Yes, she was still there, and now apparently undergoing her own terrific, head-blowing orgasm. She had gripped Dobbie's ears and was drawing his muzzle so deeply between her long smooth legs that Sharon, blowing some platinum wisps out of her blue eyes, couldn't really make out whether the dog was fucking her with his snout or with his tongue.

Sharon clutched her throat as she realized that she was becoming all excited again. This would never do at all. The thing to do was get home quickly and take a cold shower or something… anything!

Trembling, the exhausted thirteen year old managed to tear herself away from the illicitly exciting scene taking place in her sister's neighbor's yard. There didn't seem to be much room in there for asking a favor. She couldn't look Marla in the eye now anyway.

But still she had to calm herself down somehow. Her head was all confused and befuddled as she made her way back around the house with Marla's cries of ecstasy ringing in her ears: "That's it, Dobbie! Hurry! Lick my cunt! We have to get you home to my sister before she gets jealous. Hurry, darling. Oh, I'm cummmming!"

And those were the last words echoing in her ears as the visiting teenager made her way back around the house and into the free and happy sunlight.

Perhaps now Rhonda would be home…

Back in Rhonda Baker's bedroom, Sharon's redheaded sister lolled lazily on her waterbed, the golden fingers of the late afternoon sun streaking across her tanned body as she reached one arm up above her head and stretched. Her firmly uptilted breasts jiggled with voluptuous resilience on her chest.

She had fallen asleep before the television set, and was thankful for that. For after an orgasm with Cesar's tongue and cock up inside of her, she was no better than a whimpering dummy for the longest time until her body floated back together again.

Rhonda had never realized that such a wonderful lewd heaven could exist in this world. She had devoted her whole existence toward being a wife and maybe a mother some day, and now in the course of an afternoon all of her traditional Irish Catholic values had been turned upside down by the marvelous climaxes Cesar was capable of producing inside her no longer resisting flesh.

But of one thing she was certain – now that she'd found such a delightful way of spending a lazy summer day, she wouldn't give it up for anything. Bob would have to accept her newfound desire if she was to be his wife.

Thrusting her fingers exotically upward through her long red hair, the contented woman thought again about the long sensual afternoon they had passed. She had needed less priming as time went on to fan her voluptuous curves into a glowing furnace of lust, and had moaned and gasped endlessly as she lay naked and wanton beneath Cesar's searing wet caresses. How could she ever have thought that such beautiful love could possibly be obscene and perverted? That no longer made any sense. A broad grin broke out over her face when he mused at what her mother would think should she ever discover her eldest daughter's obsession.

What had Cesar in store for her next? Would Marla allow her pet animal to wander the neighborhood freely, or would she jealously protect her pet, keep him safe at home and in her own arms. Oh, Marla couldn't be that cruel! The lips of her shamefully relaxed cunt felt all swollen and sultry, waiting for Cesar's next kiss.

She looked down at him where he now lay exhausted on the waterbed next to her. She had fallen asleep with her arms around his muscular furry body, but somehow he had managed to slip out of her grasp and find his own niche on the burgundy bedspread that enhanced his deep brown-black coat, making the light caramel of his belly and paws stand out vividly. What a beautiful animal he was! How could she ever repay him for the happiness he had brought her.

"Cesar!" she called out in a silken murmur, and patted the bed beside her. "Come here, Cesar. There's something I want to do for you."

Indeed she did. He had fucked her tremendously with that muscular hardness of his until she had thought she was going out of her mind. Now that he was exhausted and couldn't seem to get it up immediately again, she knew of the perfect way to repay him. This way he would never forget her! He would steal to her back door every chance he had after the gift she was about to bestow upon him.

What she had in mind was lewd beyond her wildest dreams… that is, up until this afternoon. She had never done anything like it for Bob, wanting to save it for marriage, but then there was nothing to save between a dog and a woman. So now all the stops were out. Cesar had already led her into a mood of debauched depravity unlike anything she'd ever imagined. Nothing she could do could possibly bring her any lower, after what they'd already been through. So why not?

"Come here, darling…"

Even though he was peering at her only sleepily with one lazy eyelid upraised, he understood what she was saying. And being an obedient animal, Cesar did get to his feet and then make a single effortless leap onto the bed.

He lay down with his muzzle on his forelegs and stared up at her with his large, soulful dark eyes. What now, he wondered mildly? Was it time for him to go back to Marla's? Had she finished with her other dog lovers and want him back now? He hadn't heard the telephone ring…

Rhonda smiled sweetly and ran her long, slender fingers gently over his sleek smooth crown. "Would you like to turn over, darling? Rhonda wants to thank you in her own special way."

Cesar whimpered, not quite sure what she was after. Then suddenly Rhonda spread her legs and with a lengthy sigh of pure contentment, began slipping her fingers back and forth through the crispy red curls that surrounded her soft wet pussy slit. "Doesn't that make you hard, baby?" she asked. "Look at me fuck myself baby. Look at how red and swollen my cunt lips are for you. Ohhh, so ready and hot. Just waiting for that sweet animal cock of yours to make me cummm… oh, oh, God, doggie…" she swooned.

The big dog whimpered again and for an answer shot out his long tongue to pass it like a hot knife through the battered furrow of her open and hair-lined pussy. Rhonda gasped and stiffened. She felt like a puppet of sheer desire beneath that pleasure-tingling flesh.

As for Cesar, in another moment the moist pink flesh between her thighs had communicated its hot fluid desire through his lapping tongue and he began to feel his balls quiver with stimulation. His loins seemed to tremble like jelly. And in another moment he felt a terrible anxiety to get back inside of her.

Rhonda became quickly enslaved all over again beneath the rhythmic tempo of his tongue, her deep gaze racking her voluptuous body from one end to the other as his tongue slithered snake like in and out through the sparse red pubic hairs of her cunt. She felt as if her cuntal passage were on fire from his lust tongue fucking. She rolled her lovely head from side to side, gurgling with happiness as she held his large furry head by the ears between her obscenely spread thighs.