Jon Reskind - Doggie farm

The wildness of her climax triggered his own, and he gripped the cheeks of her ass, squeezing with crushing strength, feeling her cringe as great gasps of passion began choking from his throat.

"Oh… unnnggghhh dammmmnnn!" he bluffed, suddenly increasing the viscousness of his stroke, his pelvis slapping brutally against the ragged pink flanges of her cunt, his throbbing cock driving deep into the fullest hidden recesses of her quivering belly.

He felt himself coming and threw his hands down behind her knees, forcing them back higher around her head, grinding as far into her open and yielding cunt as he could, raising groans of over passion from her lips still locked tightly to his. He gasped into the moistness of her mouth, felt the explosion at his loins, heard her whimpering cry of orgasmic delight once more as she tightened her arms around his neck, and then with a deep, soul-shattering groan, he shot into her, squirting his hot thick sperm into the warm depths of her delicious trembling belly!

And then, came the end… there was no more… except the creeping remorse for his infidelity… and he collapsed, rolling off of her onto his back with a deep bitter sigh of exhaustion. He heard her long breath of release, then felt her move beside him and realised she was getting up off the grass. He looked up at her in all of her enchanting nakedness, surprised at the austere expression that had returned to her beautiful face.

"Well? Don't just lie there and nap, Jeff. You have to shampoo Poker and manicure his nails. Mrs. Everett is coming to pick him up later this afternoon. You're still a hired worker, you know."

With that, she left him standing open-mouthed and exhausted after her as she picked up her bra and panties and casually slipped them on.

"We still have another training session left for Poker and he has to be in prime condition for that."

That comment confused the young man even more. What the hell was going on around here with raising dogs and feeding them raw meat… shampooing and polishing their nails? Christ, what were these dogs intended to do, anyway? They were better dressed in their velvet and rhinestone collars than he'd been on many dates.

Toni Baline stood at her window lookout for two aching hours, watching the gardener clipping the hedges and pulling weeds from the peony beds, and wondering how long it took for one lesson in feeding dogs. In truth, she had her suspicions; still, elusive, brooding day dreams that crept into her conscious mind every time she thought those ominous feelings were beaten, kept her rivetted to that window.

Finally, she went about her household duties with a lackadaisical attitude, bored by the prospect of cleaning someone else's dirty house. But she forced herself; there were other far more pleasant things she'd prefer to spend her time on and the little tingle in her belly at the memory of Jeff's kiss kept her working with fervour. Perhaps they could spend the afternoon alone in bed… that is, if he ever came back from his walk with Aunt Claudia. Toni smiled as she entered thoughts of what their own exciting little bed-party to come promised… if kisses didn't lie.

Lord… getting to be just a little bit horny, wasn't she? Toni reprimanded herself lightly, not at all ashamed of her desire for her virile young boy friend. In fact, she was secretly pleased with the erotic passion he could arouse in her with a simple kiss, or his gentle hand touching her breast or thigh, being that her sheltering parents had her almost believing that sex was the basest of animal instincts and no religious girl ever indulged. God, how wrong they were…!

She entered the library, the room where Uncle Milt did most of his thinking over business matters, Toni guessed. The awesome mahogany desk flanked by a leather executive chair and two smaller ones at each side, sat empty and lifeless, giving a purposeless aura to the room that made Toni shudder as if she were walking into a dark attic. Had it not been for Aunt Claudia's insistence that Toni give the first floor of the house a good cleaning, she wouldn't have walked in that room knowing that Uncle Milt intimated that the room was 'off limits' by keeping the heavy sliding doors closed at all times.

Toni tip-toed inside, dust cloth in one hand and a can of Endust in the other, her eyes roving over the endless rows of hardcover books lining the impressive mahogany shelves, wondering if Uncle Milt really had read all those editions, or if perhaps he had bought them by the pound and lined them up on his shelves for the sake of impression alone. People with money did weird things like that, she knew. Maybe some day she and Jeff would have a house like this… Oh God, there she went again, jugging the 'ifs' and confusing herself again.

To take her mind off of the ominous feelings and suspicions that had haunted her since Jeff pranced off for the kennels with Aunt Claudia, Toni set down her can of Endust on the desk and topped it with the dust cloth, then ran her fingers down the first row of books studying the titles. Surprised to see that most of the volumes were of legal content, she passed off the search for good leisure reading material and lazily helped herself to the comfort of Uncle Milt's executive chair that swallowed up her tiny frame in its generosity.

Playfully, she kicked her legs to the side and swirled, making a complete circle. Ohhh, how great it would be to have a room like that, filled with your personal matters… somewhere where you could feel important and be important. The feel of the heavy mahogany and soft leather bolstered the confidence in her imagination, and she leaned forward, placing both elbows on the desk while studying the official looking desk calendar opened to Saturday, July 1. "Mrs. Everett" it read, and below it "Poker".

So Uncle Milt had a legitimate business with these dogs after all, thought Toni, satisfied. Maybe he wasn't the crook her parents made him out to be. To prove her admiration true, she picked up one of the manilla folders neatly stacked at the side opposite her cleaning apparatus and opened it up. And sat up straight!

Inside, next to a typed letter, was a photograph of Poker, the German Shepherd Jeff was to manicure and shampoo that very day. But he wasn't alone in the photograph, for there was Sharon, one of the black servant girls, and Milt! All having sex together! Toni shuddered, gagged and threw it down, her mouth slack-jawed. Oh, God! She closed her eyes tight, then slowly opened them to study the picture again. Sure enough, there was Uncle Milt lying on the floor with Sharon's mouth swallowing his huge cock, while Poker mounted her from behind. This couldn't be real this had to be some kind of joke. In hopes of cleansing the reality, Toni opened up another folder and opened it to see a matching picture, only this time it was Diana with Samson.

With trembling legs, Toni got to her feet and stumbled toward the door. Oh God, did Jeff know about this? Did he know how perverted her aunt and uncle were… did he care? Oh, Lord, what other perversions had they been accomplices to? She had to know. Slowly, with chin high, she walked back to the desk and opened up the folder again, her curiosity overshadowing her reasoning and read the letter in Samson's file. It was addressed to Mrs. Sybil, guaranteeing her that Samson had been well trained in the art of making love to mature human females and, should she be displeased with his demeanour in any way, the Balines would be pleased to either give a demonstration or trade him in for another animal!

A hollowness crept into Toni's belly at the sound of footsteps in the hallway! Too late to get out unseen, she slapped the folder shut and was grasping toward her dust cloth when Uncle Milt stepped through the sliding doors, a look of astonished anger on his face.