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Doggie's Bad Manners -- by LEBEC

Dan and his wife Margie had just gotten stuck dog sitting her best friend's Black Lab for a week while she went out of town. Actually, Dan loved animals. Dan just didn't like them in the same house as his. Dogs needed a lot of room to run and sniff and meet other dogs and Dan knew that their little house would only make the poor dog feel confined. He used to have a dog when he was just a kid. Whenever the dog would get antsy, he'd usually take it out on some piece of furniture - a couch cushion, a shoe, something like that. Dan definitely didn't want that to happen to their little home that they had just refinanced and renovated, including new paint and brand new carpets. Besides, Dan was allergic to the fur. Nothing life threatening, just a case of itchy eyes and runny nose.

But, when his wife, Margie, brought home this big dumb Lab from her friend Linda's house one day, gushing about what a sweetheart he was, and how he wouldn't be any trouble, all along giving him those big hazel eyes of hers - well, what could he say? Besides, it didn't take much looking into the big soulful eyes of that dog to melt whatever resistance he had left. He sure was a lovable lug.

But God he was big! Actually, he wasn't a pedigreed Lab. Margie's friend Linda had gotten him from the pound. They didn't know for sure but when she got him they had guessed that he might be a mix of Black Lab and possibly Red Setter or even Great Dane. He had most of the Lab characteristics but was clearly a third larger than most Labs. Much taller and lankier too. When Linda had gotten him, they told her that he had "a few bad manners" but none of them included destroying property. His name was Bernie. Linda had changed his name to Lord Byron, in hopes that he would take on some of the characteristics of a poet and somehow behave with more class. To Dan, he still looked like a Bernie!

And so it came about that they were to be dog owners for a week. For the first couple of days, the animal just kind of withdrew to a warm corner in the house, missing his owner, moping about and mourning her absence. By the third night, he began to moan in his sleep, soon waking himself up into a full blown howl. This, Dan didn't need. He told Margie that she should go downstairs and check on the beast and quiet him down before the neighbors complained.

Margie said, "But what should I do?"

Dan said, "How should I know! You brought him here! Go downstairs and give him some food - or pet him for awhile. Do whatever you have to do to calm him down!"

About twenty minutes later, quiet was restored to the house and Margie came back to bed, cuddling up against him. "He really likes those doggie treats Linda left for us. I'm gonna have to buy some more though. That dog sure can eat a lot. He kept nuzzling his head up against my hands for more and more, sometimes licking my fingers over and over to get me to give him more. I'd get him to Sit and Beg and then I'd give him more. It made me giggle a lot to have him at my command like that. Besides, when he licked me, it tickled!

"He's pretty persistent though. I'd order him to Stay and he'd back up and wait for a minute like a good dog, then he'd forget and come right back in for more. There's one other thing, too."

"What?" Dan asked, wondering where all her nervous talk was leading.

"Well, one time, when he was coming in for a treat, he tried to nudge his snout right into my crotch. At first I didn't know what to, so I let him sniff me for a few seconds, figuring I'd let him get used to my scent a little. Then I pushed him away."

Dan said, "That sounds pretty reasonable. He SHOULD get used to you. All dogs do that."

"That's what I thought, but listen to this!", she replied. "A few seconds later, he tried it AGAIN! This time I stopped him right away, the horny little fucker," she added under her breath.

"Well, I guess we now know what kind of 'bad manners' the people at the pound were talking about," Dan said. "Anyway, at least we know the dog has good taste. Burying his head in your crotch has always been one of my favorite things to do!"

Giggling now, she said, "Oh, you'll get your chance for that on Saturday - after dinner. It's the least thing I can do to repay you for your kindness in taking in Byron." Feeling better, they kissed sweetly, said their good nights, and snuggled off to sleep.

Chapter Two

By the time Saturday came, work couldn't finish fast enough for Dan. He was anxious to get home and take his wife out for a romantic dinner. Actually, tonight was going to be a lot more than just dinner and some sex with Margie. Dan had "plans" for her.

Margie was a 34 year old brunette with an adorably cute face and a sweet smile and big hazel-colored pools that posed as eyes. She also had a great ass and a pair of 34B tits. Mounted on those pair of small but in-every-way-perfect boobs were the most suckable nipples in the world, surrounded by a pair of areolas that puffed out just before she'd cum. But it was the length of those nipples - easily 3/4" long - that first got them involved in "kink".

Several years ago, while perusing one of his favorite adult bookstores, Dan came upon some fun-looking nipple jewelry. It was a fake golden plastic chain about 12" long with two small string "nooses" on either end that could be tightened over the nipple, holding in the blood and giving perverts like him something to gently pull on. For the hell of it, Dan bought it. One evening, after they'd had a few glasses of wine and were in the midst of foreplay, Dan pulled them out from under the bed and began to attach them to Margie's wonderful nipples. She did not object and seemed to enjoy it the more Dan pulled her nipples out of their sockets. After a few minutes of that, she grabbed him hard and they fucked like animals.

Ever since then, they were into bondage paraphernalia. At first, it was just little trinkets to help harness up Margie's great tits more - corsets, peek-a-boo bras and such. Then one day, while shopping at the County Fair (of

After that, there was no stopping him. Blind folds. Ear plugs. Dan became obsessed with the concept of depriving his wife of all of her senses except one - TOUCH - on the principle that the only sense he'd allow her to have would be that much more heightened. They weren't really into pain. Oh, maybe he'd give her an occasional slap on the butt while she was tied up that way. Then she would squirm her adorable ass at him in appreciation but that was as far as he'd go. Mostly, Dan was into trying to find ways to increase Margie's pleasure, and for that she was eternally grateful. It made the eventual act of making love all the more sensual for her and gave him quite a thrill to have that kind of power over her.

A couple of years ago, unfortunately, Margie was diagnosed with Type 2 diabetes. It was not the type where one has to shoot up with insulin, thank goodness. Type 2 can be controlled with proper diet and drugs. If there was an "up side" to it, at least it forced her to get into the best shape she'd ever been in her life. On the "down side", it also meant "no drinking allowed". However, like all diabetics, once in awhile one can cheat. It just had to be on special occasions.

Tonight was going to be one of those occasions and Dan was definitely going to take advantage of it. Yes, he was gonna get her absolutely blitzed and have his way with her, maybe even put it on videotape. He had a couple of untried toys in his bag of tricks but didn't know which ones he'd pull from his sleeve this evening. Well, handcuffs were a given. Probably a blindfold, too Then what? After running it over and over in his brain, Dan decided to just let go of it and improvise the rest. Something would come to him.

Chapter Three

Over dinner that night, they talked about their days. Byron had been a good boy all day. After their late night bonding session, the dog was suddenly a devoted and loyal companion, dutifully following her wherever she went. He was greatly attentive and definitely out of his previous funk, taking to Margie like a horse to water. She was thrilled to have such a doting new friend.

As dinner progressed, the champagne flowed like water and they both got really drunk. One real problem with her diabetes was that drinking caused her to pass out very easily. Margie's speech was already starting to slur and Dan knew he wouldn't have much time left. On the way home in the car, he was constantly stroking her boobs, first through her blouse and bra. Then he began to open her blouse, one button at a time with one hand, while keeping his other hand on the steering wheel. Eventually, he got his hand inside her bra and got her tits out into the open so that he could stroke her breasts and nipples directly. Dan always got a kick out of exposing her to the public, the few times he could get away with it. Under the influence of lots of champagne and shrouded by the darkness of night, he was having a jolly time. Of course, no one really saw into the car. It was just "the thought" that someone else MIGHT see her that turned him on. Dan knew she got off on it too, though she'd never admit it. He could tell, though, by how wet her pussy would get. Tonight was no exception. Her sweet scent was making him crazy. Still, all his ministrations just barely kept her awake.

Finally, he got her home. Dan was high and happy but Margie was barely staggering the 30 or so feet to their door. Helping her along, he propped her up long enough to get out his key and open the door when, to their surprise, up jumped Byron, happy and excited as can be, like he had been shot out of a cannon. He started licking Margie's face everywhere, practically knocking her over.

As Dan helped her regain her balance, Margie's practical side surfaced for the moment. "Honey, I think Byron here needs to go walksies, don't you Sweetie?" she said to the dog in her best baby talk voice.

Great! Dan thought to himself. She's only got two minutes of consciousness left and I have to go and take Junior here for a goddamned walk! What lousy luck! What lousy timing! But, of course, what could he say - No!? Of course not. So, with the knowledge that she was safely inside the house, Dan grabbed the leash and set out on his late night trek with the dog, muttering to the animal (as if he could understand him), "You'd better make this quick!"

About ten or fifteen minutes later, he returned to find Margie passed out cold. Byron retired to his corner to take a nap. Before they left, Dan had pulled out the sofa bed in the living room. Since it was a bigger room than their bedroom, Dan liked to use it as his "studio" for those times when he wanted to videotape Margie and he having sex. Apparently, that was as far as she made it. Dan found her on her knees with her head and upper body lying on the sofa bed, totally asleep.

Oh fuck! What was he gonna do now! Well, actually, Dan had been faced with this general scenario before. Each time he had decided that if God had dealt him lemons, he would make lemonade. Yeah, he knew she was passed out! But heck, he also knew that her body would not totally desert him. Each time, she would respond to his fucking - even reaching orgasm! In fact, the only real drawback was that she'd never remember what went on by the time morning rolled around.

So, Dan grabbed the video camera and set it up real quick. He took off his clothes in a flash and got in front of the camera, hamming it up and mugging the camera as he began to remove her clothing. Carefully, Dan removed every stitch while trying not to move her. He wanted her in that exact same position for his next move. Her arms were already stretched out to the sides of the bed, passively clutching the blankets. Grabbing the handcuffs he had stashed under the bed, Dan quickly cuffed her hands to the metal frame of the bed. Next he

Dan was having so much fun fucking with her, he wondered what else he could try on her - perhaps the new monster dildo he had bought some months ago! His imagination was getting him carried away. Well, he figured, "She's not going anywhere for a while. Let me go upstairs and get my bag of tricks and see what I've got."

Dan went upstairs and began gathering some of his sex toys, wondering how many he could use on her before he couldn't stand it any more and absolutely HAD to fuck her.

Apparently, Dan was not the only one in the house that was excited by Margie's erotic scent. Byron began to raise his giant head, sniffing the air, his nostrils flailing with the smell of sex.

Within seconds of Dan's departure, he got up and cautiously stole his way towards Margie's flagrantly exposed pussy. After a few experimental pokes of his snout directly into her outer pussy lips, he waited to see if he would be scolded.

When he found there would be no retribution from her, he began to slowly lap at her pussy with his big broad tongue. As pussy juice began to flood into his mouth, he began to increase the power and length of his lapping tongue, hungry for more of her sweet cream. Margie instinctively wiggled her ass back at him as he came in for more and more. Her pussy was going crazy under his tongue.

When Dan came downstairs, he found her moaning softly, churning her hot ass around, happy yet oblivious to the species of the tongue that was now ravaging her.

Panicky, Dan leapt forward, tackling the dog to the ground. Byron growled at him and tried to snap at him as they rolled around the floor but Dan was quickly able to subdue him, talking calmly while holding him firmly. After a couple of minutes, Dan carefully let him go, confident in the knowledge that he would not try to bite him again.

As Dan arose, Byron moaned mournfully, laying on his back.

That's when Dan saw why the dog was in such agony. Sticking out from his sheath was one of the biggest hard-ons he'd ever seen on man or beast - in movies or in real life. Underneath it were mounted a huge pair of balls, each one the size of an orange, incredibly swollen from his recent excitement.

At that moment, Dan realized that he was in the presence of not just a dumb animal but, another Male and that it was cruel of him to have left him alone in the presence of such an inviting pussy. Christ, in his quest to prolong the sexual experience, it was all Dan could do to hold off as long as he had. What kind of restraint should Dan have expected from a DOG?! And not just ANY dog, mind you but a huge horny dog who now had a colossal case of blue balls.

What the Hell was he gonna do now?

Glancing over at Margie, Dan saw that she had blissfully drifted back off to sleep. Thank God for that! How would he explain why the dog was laying on his back with a huge hard-on if she were suddenly to awaken at that moment?

Next he wondered how he was gonna calm this poor, suffering creature down. If he didn't do something to help him out, he knew he wouldn't get any sleep at all that night.

Sure, Margie would have no clue. A bomb couldn't have wakened her now. Tomorrow, however, would be another story. Dan knew Byron would only be worse - possibly even turn into some kind of crazed rapist dog - then she'd know we had a problem. What could he do to placate the dog and get him to go away, so that he could go back to molesting Margie himself? Dan had a backpack full of cool dildos and such that he wasn't about to let go to waste. Also, there was his own growing case of blue balls that he had to attend to. No, he had to do something and he had to do it soon.

"Well, desperate times call for desperate measures," he figured!

Chapter Four

First, Dan grabbed a blindfold from his bag and put it over Margie's eyes, just in case. Then Dan thought back to a time when his friend Jeff Bernstein, who was always good for a gag, once entertained him and a bunch of stoned, laughing high school seniors at a party by jacking off his family Collie. At the time, we couldn't believe that anyone could do anything so gross and outrageous.

Like he said, this called for desperate measures, no matter how gross or outrageous. Dan crawled up next to the dog, talking gently to him, partially to keep him calm, partially because he was afraid he might try to bite him again. "Good dog ... There you go buddy ... Are you sad? ... Yes, I know ... Don't worry ... I'll take care of you ... Everything's going to be alright."

Petting him on the head with his left hand, Dan stroked his belly with his right. At first, he growled quietly. Apparently, Byron wasn't any happier with this arrangement than Dan was, but it would have to do for now.

He started to calm down. His growl turned into more of a purr, as Dan reached out his hand to capture his cock. A giant thing it was - big and wet - and only about 2/3 the way hard, it overflowed Dan's otherwise huge hand. Almost immediately, it grew hard, about 8 inches long and easily 6 - 7 inches around. Slowly, Dan began to work his hand up and down the dog's dick. He started to settle in and relax, as Dan focused on the task at hand, so to speak.

Dan was not enjoying this by any means but, he'd be lying if he said he wasn't impressed. As Tom Hanks said in the movie Bachelor Party about the male stripper's twelve inch schlong, "Personally, I was impressed when they built the Chrysler building but THIS - well, THIS is a piece of work!" Now that he had it completely out of it's sheath, he marveled at how incredibly huge and hard it was. Christ, it made his seven inches look like a young kid's dick by comparison. Heck, it even made the new toy he had bought for Margie - his monster dick dildo, now laid out all by itself on the floor, seem puny by comparison. Besides, this dick was real ... and wet ... and was leaking out doggie precum by now. Dan began to relax and play with the dog's dick, twisting it this way and that, as if it weren't even attached to him. He wondered what other fun stuff he might be able to do with it. There was Margie, her position unchanged, her pussy going to waste, and here he was holding in his hand something much better than the toy he originally planned to use on her.

Making his decision, Dan stopped jerking the dog. Byron moaned his disapproval and stood up. Dan rose to his knees and said to him, "Poor Byron, did Dan stop you from licking Margie's sweet pussy? Come here boy. Let's go see if Margie's ready for some more. Come on."

Dan pushed the dog's snout in closer and he tentatively sniffed around, hesitating to do more for fear that he would get hit. In his most encouraging voice Dan said, "It's OK, buddy. I won't hurt you. Now go on. Lick Margie."

With those words of assurance, he moved in and began to gently lap at her cunt. Almost instantly, she began to cream again. In no time at all, Byron was right back to where he was before Dan stopped him. And she was again wagging her tail as well. Trying to give himself time to think, Dan reached under the beast and grabbed his dick, just holding it in place for the moment. Dan really didn't want him to jump on her, for fear his weight and maybe even the sharpness of his claws might cause her to fully awaken and catch wise to what was going on. No, he had to think of something else.

As Dan held his dick, he realized that it could bend completely down and, in fact, could bend completely back. Of course, that's what happens when dogs get "tied", he remembered. Right after they're through fucking, the next thing you know they are butt-to-butt facing away from each other.

So Dan said, "That's enough boy. Now come here and let me try something with you," nudging his snout out of her pussy. The dog began to excitedly dance around, hoping to get the chance to jump up and fuck her. Then Dan turned him completely around in the other direction. Holding him still, Dan grabbed his cock and turned it back towards her pussy, edging him backwards till he was just an inch or two away from it. His dick was the perfect height for the job, and with slightly more pressure Dan was able to get the tip of his dick to brush her cunt lips.

Fine streams of doggie precum were spraying from his pisshole, lubricating her labia. With each shot of his spray, her pussy lips would puff out and contract, as if they were trying to kiss the head of his cock. Dan got him to back up even closer and began to rub the tip of his cock up and down her slit, lubricating her even more, and stopping occasionally to rub his tip right up against her now bulging clit. Their combined juices began to flow like crazy, and before Dan knew it, he saw the tip of the dog's dick disappear up Margie's hungry cunt.

Dan didn't know if he heard Margie or the dog whimper first. Slowly he began to feed more and more of the dog's dick into her pussy. His hands moved like they weren't even attached to him. Margie helped by squirming her tight pussy back towards the dog's cock. Dan couldn't believe that so much dick could fit up inside a female hole. If it weren't for the incredible amount of lubrication involved, he was sure the damned thing would have ripped her apart. Thankfully, in this position it wouldn't go in to its full depth. As it was, her pussy walls were being stretched beyond belief by the thick doggie meat.

Holding him by the base of his cock, Dan put one hand on Margie's butt, impaling her further onto the doggie dick, then out again for another thrust.

Not that she needed his help. Instinctively, she began to screw her unsuspecting butt back onto that canine hard-on.

The dog began to get used to the somewhat unorthodox position as the internal bands of muscles in Margie's cunt began to run over his cock. Even in this position, he was getting milked like no female dog could ever do. He began panting and gently howling as the fucking continued.

Dan helped her along, encouraging her by stroking her clit with each inward thrust. Her backward fucking began to increase in speed and intensity, as his hands helped solidify this most unnatural coupling.

The dog began to pant, his tongue hanging out the side of his mouth, his breathing growing fast as her thrusts became more violent. She was trying to get more of his dick up her cunt, screwing down all the way to his ever swelling knot. Dan began to see his balls swell up enormously. Dan knew that the first signs of his cum were beginning to fill her up as a mixture of his cream and hers began to ooze out of her overstuffed cunt. The pressure of his knot rubbing against her clit began to stimulate her clit, taking over the job Dan had been doing with his fingers.

Finally, she cried out through her drunken, horny stupor as her cunt went into full spasm around his now gargantuan dick, squeezing the cum right out of his balls. The dog bellowed as well, moaning and growling, as his much frustrated orgasm finally hit. Blam! He exploded stream after stream of hot doggie cum into her frantic pussy. His dick plunged against her cervix and the amazing volume of his cum washed up against her vaginal walls. It overflowed her inner cunt lips and started dripping everywhere. Everything got so slippery that Dan lost his grip on the dog's member. As the dog danced around, his eight inches came completely out of her in one long stroke.

His penis pulling out of her pussy caused an audible plopping sound as the fluids of their coupling literally gushed out of her now gaping hole. Byron rapidly retreated to his corner and began licking his still spraying penis, cleaning it and preparing it for it's return into his sheath.

What an incredible sight! Dan couldn't take it any more!

Chapter Five

Dan had finally reached his breaking point. Dan HAD to fuck her and he had to fuck her NOW! Somehow, he didn't feel right about doing sloppy seconds in her pussy. Sloppy seconds from another guy would be bad enough, but from a DOG! Besides, she was so stretched out now, he didn't know if he'd be able to feel anything in there. Dan reached out his hand to scoop out a huge glob of their combined juices and began to lube her butt hole with it, getting it nice and slick. Margie hated butt fucking when she was sober but Dan figured, "What the Hell! If she didn't wake up during her dog fuck, she's not going to mind a little back door action either."

Wasting little time, he fucked her ass solidly. She was so incredibly tight, and his dick was so incredibly hard that Dan could hardly stand it. He was just too excited and didn't last very long before he exploded up inside her fine ass, fully lubricating the insides of her poop chute. His orgasm was so full and exhausting. His heart was beating so fast. The effects of the alcohol were beginning to catch up with him, and with his final release, Dan pulled out of her and collapsed on the floor several feet away, completely spent. He passed out.

After what seemed like hours, but was really only about twenty minutes, Dan awoke. Through his haze he saw something he didn't believe was possible. Apparently, the dog's hard-on did not go down completely, and he was ready for more action. While he slept, Byron had crept up to Margie's butt, and begun licking out their combined juices from her cunt. While cleaning her up he got more and more excited and finally climbed on top of her, laying his paws on the bed and humping up blindly towards her pussy.

She began to hump back until the tip of his cock finally found its mark. On his next push, he managed to slide the whole of his eight inches into her in one shot. He fucked her with long, hard, and fast strokes for a good ten minutes while she moaned helplessly beneath his weight.

Dan rose up slightly, struggling just to see it all, too wasted to do anything about it. If she hadn't woken up yet, she wasn't going to, so what the fuck difference did it make. Tomorrow, the dog would go back to Linda's and all of this would be forgotten.

The dog finally managed to cram his knot all the way past the mouth of her pussy. Tied together like that, he began to pour the rest of his doggie sperm into her thirsty pussy. She squealed under him in ecstasy, then completely collapsed after her orgasm, totally drained of energy.

Byron turned around, still stuck inside her cunt. In a few minutes, though, his hard-on subsided enough, and her pussy relaxed enough to let go of his enormous member. Exhausted, his doggie balls sucked dry by Margie's snapping pussy, the dog returned to his corner to sleep the sleep of the dead. He sighed and Dan thought for a moment he saw a sweet doggie smile cross his lips.

Dan struggled to his feet to assess his situation. He needed to hide the evidence of this night. He picked up his unused backpack of latex toys, and turned to return them to his closet upstairs. As he headed towards the stairs, he saw the video camera, still on it's tripod, still recording. He had completely forgotten about it! "Oh, WOW!" he realized that he had just gotten the whole thing on tape! Well, he'd have to hide THAT, but he knew he would be reliving this experience while watching the video for many great nights to come.

Dan cleaned up Margie's crotch with a gentle warm soapy cloth, then even

The next morning they woke to see the sunlight of midday shining through their backyard window. Byron was there, excited to see them and he licked Margie up and down her sweet face. All things considered she was in pretty good shape. A little hung over but feeling so relaxed from being so incredibly well-fucked that she rose out of bed humming. She began to make breakfast for them. Returning to the bed for a moment, she smiled at Dan and kissed him sweetly. Then, standing over him with a quizzical look on her face, she cupped her sore behind and asked if he had, in fact, fucked her in the butt while she slept. Dan sheepishly admitted that he had, holding back his joy that her butt fuck was all she remembered.

"It's OK," she replied. "I'm just a little sore, that's all. I had a great time and I feel terrific!" she added as she kissed him on the forehead. As she returned to the kitchen she said, "Thank you again for helping me take care of Byron. I'm sure he will be thrilled to see Linda again. She should be here in a couple of hours."

Then, for a brief moment Dan thought to myself, "I wonder if LINDA has been fucking him as well." Linda is a real fox with blonde hair and big round tits and Dan smiled at the thought of those big round boobs swaying underneath her as Byron stuck it to her. Well, if she hadn't tried him yet, she would probably find out about his special talents soon enough.

Dan went over to Byron and petted him. Then he held his big pointy head in his hands and said to him, "That's a good boy, Byron!" Bad manners, my ass! The dog had a fuckin' gift! Dan winked at him, and could've sworn he saw the dog wink back.

Chapter Six

Later that day, Linda stopped by for just a few minutes. Linda and Margie sat and chatted in the kitchen. Completely at ease in his new environment, Byron strolled in and plopped himself down at Margie's feet. Incredulous, Linda commented, "Wow! He really has taken a liking to you! You must really have a way with animals. He's never that relaxed around me. Usually he just jumps on me and tries to put his snout in my crotch."

"Well, maybe you should let him some time. Let him get used to you. I tried that one time and haven't had a problem with him since," Margie offered. "Anyway, he really liked those biscuits you left with me. Calmed him right down. Sorry there aren't any more left."

"Well, thanks for the advice. I'll keep that in mind, oh, and I'll pick up some more of those biscuits on my way home," Linda replied. "OK, Byron, time to get that collar on you and take you home. Momma's got a big date tonight!"

"Are you gonna see Jack tonight?" Margie asked with excitement while securing the dog's collar and leash.

"Yes, the poor baby called me every night while I was gone. We have a lot of 'catching up to do', if ya know what I mean and I think you do ..."

The two women laughed out loud. Then Margie passed the dog leash to Linda who pulled the dog stubbornly to his feet.

"Will you look at that! He doesn't want to leave this place. He must've really had a good time!" Linda exclaimed, dragging the dog all the way to the door.

"Oh, I guess we just allowed him do what dogs do. The rest was easy! Have a safe trip home and say Hello to Dana for me," Margie chirped while waving goodbye to her friend and her newfound canine buddy. Her remark about "allowing dogs to do what dogs do" was, to her knowledge, innocuous enough, but would prove to be prophetic. TO BE CONTINUED ... Doggie's Bad Manners 2 by LEBEC (nc/best)

Chapter Seven

Early that evening, Linda finished dressing for her date. She looked at herself in the mirror and was pleased with what she saw. She looked HOT!

Her daughter Dana had a three day weekend and was having a little sleep over with one of her girlfriends. She looked in the open bedroom door of her daughter's room while finishing putting on her earrings and gave her final instructions. "Now you ladies behave yourself. Don't wait up for me because I'll be spending the night at Jack's. If you need anything, you know the number but don't call unless it's an extreme emergency. OK?! Oh, and try not to stay up too late - it'll throw your whole schedule off! Gotta fly! Love you, baby!" Then Linda got into her car and drove off.

Linda's daughter Dana was an only child and a good girl. With long, straight blonde hair, parted in the middle, 5'2" and 105 pounds, she was a perfect miniature version of her Mom. Without her 60s style wire frame glasses, she would've been every boy's cheerleader wet dream. However, Dana was not a cheerleader. She was actually quite shy and self-conscious, partially because of her glasses, and partially because of her breasts. At 14 years old, she already had breasts that most women would kill for, with firm "C" cups that someday would easily surpass her Mom's "D"'s. Unfortunately, getting her bra snapped all the time by the boys and listening to too many whispered nasty remarks made by envious girl classmates, changed how she felt about her own body. She adjusted her style of dress accordingly and took to wearing old 1960s hippie-style clothing that tended to minimize the size of her boobs. As a natural extension of this, she gravitated towards most of the flakier types at school. She joined the band and was studying to play the clarinet. Most of her friends were good students with few vices who accepted her for what she was.

Dana's newest friend was Christy, a 15 year old girl she had met at gym class. Christy had come around the corner of one of the aisles in the girl's locker room just as Dana was pulling her prairie blouse over her head. One look at Dana with her arms over her head, her enormous young boobs straining against her white cotton bra cups, and Christy was stunned. Christy was not a lesbian, by any means. She just knew of Dana's reputation as being shy and withdrawn and was surprised and awed by Dana's obvious talents. Dana could be her next "project", someone whom she could possibly "takeover", or at the very least, corrupt! Christy giggled to herself at the possibilities, and just had to introduce herself.

Christy was not really a bad girl. In fact, she was really a pretty bright student when she applied herself to a particular subject at school. She was just a rebel, growing up in a household with two older brothers who teased her mercilessly. She learned to be tough and got a reputation as a wild girl, a "stoner" who listened to loud rock bands. Christy was a slim girl, about 5"4' with a flat stomach and long thin legs. She wore her long dark hair tied in the back most of the time. She had small breasts, and often went braless so that her pointed nipples would poke against her tight fitting t-shirts with logos from her favorite bands. Her greatest asset, though, was her tight ass. She wore the tightest pants Dana had ever seen and had the attention of every guy in school. It was said that Christy had already "done it". That was what attracted Dana to her - Christy had information Dana could only dream about!

The truth was that Christy had much less experience than most people thought. Of course, having two brothers allowed her to see more penises than most girls her age had access to. As a kid, she would take baths with her brothers and, on more than one occasion, she got talked into playing Show and Tell with them. Mostly they wanted to get her to touch them. This actually scared her but she was too proud to say No for fear she would be teased. One time when she was eleven, her youngest brother Hank gave her ten dollars if she would play with his cock. Christy was grossed out but didn't want to appear to be a wimp, so she sucked it up and tried to act tough, like it was the most normal thing in the world. Then she jacked him off till he came all over her hand. It wasn't as gross as she thought it would be. In fact, it was kind of nice to finally have one of her evil older brothers under her control for a change. And getting the ten bucks wasn't so bad either. Christy took the money and bought herself a new top at the mall. Still, she resolved never to do it again. Girls just didn't DO that sort of stuff with their brothers!

That is, until her oldest brother Jimmy saw her going into her Mom's wallet and promised to bust her if she didn't give him a hand job. Actually, he already knew what she had done for his brother and was planning on giving her money but when he caught her "with her hand in the cookie jar", as it were, he saw an opportunity to exploit the situation. He pretended to be outraged. She pretended not to want to do it but found herself really enjoying it this time. This time she knew a lot more about what she was doing and enjoyed the sense of power she had over her biggest and oldest brother. And Jimmy was a lot bigger than Hank. His size fascinated her. Christy found herself magically drawn closer and closer to the head of his dick.

Then Jimmy begged her to put it in her mouth, scaring her out of her lust-induced trance. When she refused, he begged her and promised to give her $20 if she'd just put it in her mouth for a minute, knowing full well that it wouldn't take him that long to cum. Christy's curiosity returned and she agreed to put her mouth around it, but just for a minute. Watching his little sister's mouth wrapped around his dick drove Jimmy so crazy that he came in about 20 seconds. Christy backed off of his dick as soon as she felt his cum flooding her throat but still wound up swallowing a couple of mouthfuls. After pulling away from his still-spurting cock, she swore at him and told him never to try that again. As his penis rapidly deflated, Jim became very contrite and apologized like crazy. Then he gave her the $20 plus an extra $10 to keep her quiet.

Christy smiled inside. Actually, she didn't find cock sucking to be all that bad and in the next few years she would find herself giving quite a few horny boys blow jobs.

Once, when she was 14, an older boy named Bobby got her to agree to have sex with him. She was kneeling down in the back seat of his car waiting for him to stick it in when he got so excited by the sight of her fine ass that he blew his wad before he could get it into her tight pussy.

So Christy remained a virgin, despite everyone's best efforts to change that condition. Of course, her exploits as a cock sucker won her all kinds of attention and, like most legends, her reputation as a total slut grew and grew.

Dana had no such luck and felt she would remain a virgin forever. She had no boyfriends and, except for a brief grope of one of her breasts by a fumbling young trumpet player who cornered her after a band concert one night, she had no other sexual experience.

Chapter Eight

If Christy had anything to do with it, tonight would change all that. As soon as they got settled in Dana's room, Christy magically produced a joint for the two girls to smoke, hoping that it would help move things along all the faster.

Dana had tried marijuana a few times before at parties and liked it a lot but she never had any of her own. In fact, she wouldn't have known where to get it if she wanted. Christy was so cool to have older brothers to help her get pot, she thought.

The two girls began to talk about everything and everyone under the sun, giggling more and more uncontrollably as the pot went back and forth. As Christy lit up the second joint, the conversation shifted decidedly towards Sex.

Dana started off by telling her trumpet player story, "... He was squeezing my boob and it was so hot, I thought I'd die.... But then he kind of chickened out and stopped."

"He probably came in his pants. I know I would, if I were a boy and I was squeezing those boobs," Christy smiled. They both giggled.

"You mean these little ole things," Dana quipped with a Southern accent. She shook them violently back and forth and they both cracked up laughing.

Regaining her voice Christy suggested, "Say, let's get changed and get comfy for bed. I've got a surprise for you."

"Oh, what might that be?" Dana asked, her curiosity piqued.

"Keep your shirt on!" Christy joked, while digging through her

It was during their first sleepover together at Dana's house that Christy encouraged her to wear her thinnest and most revealing bed clothes, hoping to get more than just a fleeting glance at Dana's boobs. Dana obliged her as best she could but had little to wear that was more daring than an over-sized white t-shirt.

This next time, Christy swore to herself she'd be ready. She had bought Dana a totally sheer baby doll nightie just like the black one she had brought to wear but in Dana's size and in pink.

Dana blushed from head to toe when she saw it. She gasped, "I can't wear THAT!"

"Sure you can," Christy countered. "You'll look terrific!"

Dana didn't want to appear to be a coward but didn't know if she could be THAT bold. She stuttered, "But, ... but, ... I mean, it might not even fit!"

"Oh, I'm sure it will fit. I have a great eye for sizes."

Dana hesitated.

"Oh, come on, Dana!" Christy teased. "You gotta wear it! I promise I'll tell you some of my secrets," she added hopefully.

"Do you swear?" Dana demanded.

"Swear to God and hope to die!" Christy crossed her heart.

That was all it took for Dana to drop her remaining sense of modesty. In truth, she was never worried about showing Christy her body. After all, she wasn't some creepy boy about to jump on her. It was just that she had some reservations about getting naked in front of anyone - simply by force of habit. Christy's pledge to spill the beans definitely seemed to be worth the temporary discomfort.

Christy took the lead, at first hurrying out of her shoes and socks and tight black jeans, then slowing down to increase the effect of her striptease. She removed her t-shirt, bra, and panties as music played in the background. Dana, now mesmerized by the older girl's movements, slowly began to catch up, her eyes never leaving Christy's body. Her friend had the hardest, pointiest nipples she had ever seen. Without realizing it, Dana began to lick her lips at the sight.

It was all Christy could do to remain cool and appear unfazed by the sight of Dana's body coming into view. When Dana reached back to remove her bra, it was all Christy could do to keep her eyes from falling out of her head. Her boobs were the most magnificent things she had ever seen, full and round, and bursting forth as if they would jump off of her chest. Quickly, Christy reached for her baby doll and began pulling it over her head in order to avoid being caught staring. As she adjusted it, she checked out her young friend from the corner of her eye.

As Dana pulled the flimsy nightie over her head, Christy commented, "Wow, girlfriend! That's some 'rack' you got there!" They both giggled at the "macho guy" comment.

"I feel like a complete floozy in this thing. Well, at least it fits right. You DO have a good eye for sizes," Dana replied. "I think you'd better start talking soon, though ... before I lose my nerve."

"OK. No problem. Where would you like to me to start? Let's see. Did I tell you about Big Dale from Nebraska?"

"Who the heck is Big Dale?" Dana asked.

"He's a guy that Cindy met online a couple of weeks ago. He's a grownup, around 30 or so, and he has a nine inch cock!" Christy stated.

"How do you know that?" Dana asked.

"Because she showed me some pictures he took of himself. Cindy has one of those cameras that's mounted to the top of her PC so that when she goes into chat rooms she can send pictures back and forth to the guys."

"Do you mean she gets naked for them too?" Dana asked, incredulous.

"Oh absolutely! You know what they say, 'You gotta give some to get some'. Cindy didn't want to do it at first. She was suspicious that maybe he had figured out some way to send her bogus pictures of someone else's dick, so she gave him a test. She asked him to make a paper sign that said 'Kiss Me, Cindy' on it and put it next to his dick. Once he did it, she was sold. She was like ... totally spellbound and couldn't take her eyes off his dick. Cindy told me she ripped her clothes off, sat in front of the computer and rubbed herself off staring at it. At the end of their session he sent her a high resolution picture he took with his digital camera of himself jacking off his huge dick."

"The next day she invited me over and showed the pictures to me. It was amazing! We were gonna try to reach him so both of us could show off for him but he wasn't around. I brought the disk with the pictures with me though, if you want to see them."

"Would I?!" Dana chimed gleefully. "Gosh! I've never even seen one! Get it out and I'll boot up the computer."

With great anticipation, Dana waited what seemed like forever for her computer to start up. Finally, when every icon was up, they loaded in the disk and opened the files. The first one they saw was a shot taken straight on of the guy sitting in his computer chair, holding an enormous dick between his fingers. The shot was taken from his chest down and didn't show his face but that didn't seem to matter to Dana at that moment. She was fascinated and a little bit frightened.

"Oh my God! Just what does he expect to do with THAT!" Dana cackled. "How is that supposed to fit inside of a girl?"

"Well, I wouldn't know," added Christy coyly, "but, supposedly, a girl can stretch an awful lot. I wouldn't mind trying to get that in me. I bet he'd make me cum the minute he bumped into my clit with a club like that."

"In fact, I was hoping that, between Cindy AND me, we could get him to shoot his cum for us. He also has the biggest balls. Check it out!"

"Yeah, they're HUGE!" Dana agreed.

"I bet he could cum all over a girl with equipment like that!" Christy smiled.

"Wow!" Dana replied. "That's unbelievable!" Then she laughed and bragged. "I bet I could get him to shoot with these," sticking her tits forward and holding them up with her hands. Her huge areolas began to swell under the sheer fabric and Christy's eyes bored holes through the remaining gauze.

"Hey, I've got an idea!" Christy improvised, "Supposing we both get out your Mom's digital camera and take some special pix for Big Dale. That way, next time I'm online with Cindy, we can give him the thrill of his life!"

"Gee, I don't know," Dana paused. "My Mom would get pretty mad if she ever found out I used her camera." But her mind was already spinning, trying to figure out a way. She really wanted to be a part of Christy's inner circle of friends and was thrilled to have been given the opening, even if it meant flashing her boobs to a total stranger. Besides, this guy lived so far away, and she felt comfort that she'd likely never, ever meet him in person.

Christy offered, "We could just use it to take the pictures and download it to your hard drive. I know how to do it. Then we can just erase the pictures from the camera and your Mom will never know."

Then Christy sweetened the pot, "Come on, it'll be so hot! ... I'll show you how to give a guy head?!"

Completely sold now, Dana replied, "Wow, cool! Alright, the camera's in my Mom's office. I'll go get it."

Chapter Nine

Dana pulled open the door to her room to find Byron sniffing at the door jamb, chomping at the bit. The dog burst through the doorway.

Dana fell to her knees and threw her arms around the animal. Using her best baby talk, she cooed and hugged him around the neck, feeling unconsciously aroused by the feeling of his fur against her nipples through the sheer fabric of the nightie. "Oh, Byron, baby! That's a good boy! You go say Hello to Christy Wisty and then go to your corner. I'll be right back."

Dana stood up and flew out the door to get the camera.

While she was gone Byron slowly padded into the room, his keen senses alerted to the hot smell of pussy. After this past few days with the dark-haired bitch with the short hair, his doggy brain knew what potential for pleasure awaited him. His nostrils flared and he eyed Christy out of the corner of his eye.

Christy sat back crossed-legged against Dana's bed, her little t-backed thong panties exposed to his watchful eyes. Her head was thrown back against the edge of the bed, in a momentary fog from the pot. As she lay back, enjoying the "chill", feeling the sense of weightlessness running through her, Byron approached.

Following his nose to her pussy, he came in for a close-up sniff just as Cindy stirred. Instead of reaching her pussy, his nose harmlessly bumped into her belly. Christy smiled and held his majestic head in her hands, cuddling him to her chest.

"Hi, Baby! Did you come to give Christy a kiss Hello?" Christy could feel his hot doggie breath against her sensitive breasts. "Ooh, you're such a good boy! How's my handsome prince? Yes, you're a real charmer, aren't you?"

Then Byron did the unexpected. Bringing his huge cranium down to where he intended to go in the first place, he headed straight for her pantied thighs and swiped his tongue between her legs.

Christy jumped in surprise. "Wait!" she said. "Cut it out!" The dog continued to burrow between her legs. As she squirmed,

She gently reprimanded him, "That was very nice, Byron Honey, but we're just going to have to find you a girl dog to play with. Now you go to your corner and behave yourself."

Puzzled and frustrated, Byron skulked away. His enormous penis was already filling up with blood inside of his sheath. It was just about to come out when she stopped him. His balls had already swelled up an inch or two in circumference in anticipation of mating with this female. He didn't know why she didn't want him but figured he'd just wait and see. He had remembered how the bitch with the short dark hair had scolded him once, then moaned in pleasure after he finally was allowed to mount her. Besides, there was always the other one with the yellow hair and the big soft front.

Chapter Ten

Christy struggled to regain her composure. She couldn't look uncool when her friend returned. That was her ace in the hole. She straightened her hair with her fingers and adjusted her panties and nightie. Just as she began to regain her breath, Dana appeared, holding the camera.

"Are you OK?" Dana asked hearing Christy's windedness.

"Oh, I'm fine. Maybe just a little lightheaded from the pot. I guess I'm a little thirsty too. Say, have you got anything to drink?"

"I've got water, oh, and Diet 7-Up."

"No, I mean alcohol. You know, maybe something from your Mom's liquor cabinet," Christy suggested.

"Well, let's see. Mom's got some vodka, and there's some cranberry juice in the fridge. I guess she won't miss it if we just have a little."

"That's great," Christy added, "If we make too big a dent in the bottle, we can always refill it with some water."

"OK, I'll get the drinks and some glasses in a jiffy," Dana ran off again.

This time Christy looked suspiciously over at Byron. "Don't even think about it!" she said.

At that remark the dog whimpered back at her. Why was this bitch being so mean?

Still, Christy couldn't help but notice the small bit of red protrusion beginning to poke out from his sheath. Carefully, she crawled over to the beast. Filled with curiosity, she reached out her index finger, inexorably drawn to his cock. She reached out and touched just the tip of it, then immediately drew her hand back as if she had just touched a hot stove.

The dog whimpered again and began to lick himself, just as Christy scampered back across the room.

A moment later, a winded Dana danced back into the room with two large water glasses filled with cranberry-colored fluid. "I hope I didn't make them too strong."

"I'm sure they'll be just fine," Christy replied. She really needed that drink about now, her nerves shot by the close encounter she had just had with the anxious Lab. She took a deep, full gulp of the cocktail.

Trying to follow suit, Dana also took an enormous swig off of her glass and almost choked from the sting of the alcohol. "Wow! I guess I DID make them a little strong!"

Both girls laughed at that as the alcohol began to flow through their already sensitized veins.

"It feels good going down, though." Christy added. "You make a mean drink, kid."

"Thanks partner! Here's to Big Ole Dale and his monster dick!" Dana offered. They toasted this time and once again drank way more than they should've. "Wow! I'm already hecka buzzed!" She took a deep breath, "Alright, who wants to start?"

"I'll tell you what. You go over against that wall and start posing. Then, while you're posing you can ask me anything that you want," Christy instructed.

"Sounds like a plan to me, boss," Dana giggled some more. "Here's the camera. You just point and shoot. The button is over here. What do you want me to do first?"

"First, let's lose the glasses." Christy ordered. Dana complied, and Christy was stunned for a moment. Pausing to look at her in admiration, she said, "Gee, you really do have pretty eyes. Who would've guessed?!"

Dana smiled back, "Thank you very much." She was beginning to relax.

"I want you to stand with your legs apart some and your hands over your head!" Christy instructed. This began a session where Christy posed Dana in various cheesecake shots. She had her sitting on her knees with her back arched so that her firm breasts were aimed upward. She had her lean forward with her arms pushing her breasts together to make as much cleavage as possible, while puckering her lips. Then she had her on her hands and knees, posing sideways so that her breasts would hang in profile. Dana began to feel warm all over, loving the attention. Dana was waiting for Christy to finally ask her to remove her

Christy added, "Cindy showed Dale everything and he commented on what a great butt she had. Your butt is at least as nice as hers. Come on, I'll take mine off too," she offered, slipping out of her wet panties. "Now, stand up, turn around, bend down, and slowly lower them down your hips."

Dana did as she was told. Christy wasn't worried. The baby doll left nothing to the imagination anyhow and she'd have that off of her young friend soon enough. "That's terrific! He's going to love that! Now kneel down, pull your nightie up over your hips and aim your butt in my direction."

Christy snapped off shot after shot as Dana wiggled her butt at her.

Byron whined from across the room, the aroma of the two overheated pussies making him crazy.

"Oh, you be quiet!" Christy scolded.

"What's with him?" Dana asked.

"Oh well, he just likes what he sees," Christy explained. "Maybe we should take a little break?"

Chapter Eleven

The two girls reached for their glasses and drank deeply. Dana asked, "Why did you say that about my dog?"

"Well, it's just that he's been a bit on the frisky side since I got here," Christy admitted.

"Well, now that you mention it he HAS been acting kind of strangely since he's been home. When Mom first brought him in the door he jumped all over me. At first I thought he was just excited to be back. He licked my face all over and, when Mom wasn't looking he even humped my leg a few times," Dana added.

"Well, I'll bet that's not all he'd like to hump." Then Christy slipped, "He does have a great tongue though."

"WHAT! He licked you! When?" Dana was amazed.

"When you went to get the camera. He came right up and began 'digging for gold', if you know what I mean." Christy laughed at her own joke. Maybe it was the booze or maybe the pot but Dana broke up with laughter as well. This was fascinating.

"So you let him lick you?" Dana pursued.

"Not exactly. He's pretty forceful and demanding, though. It was hard to make him stop," Christy answered.

"I'm sure a girl of 'your experience' can handle herself with a silly dog," Dana stated, trying not to sound too catty.

"Wait a minute. What exactly do you think I've really done? Just what have you heard?" Christy countered.

"Well, the word around school is that you've already done IT, you know, gone 'all the way' with a boy." Then she added, "That's right, isn't it?"

"I wouldn't know," Christy confessed. "That idiot Bobby has been spreading that rumor all over town. I tried to get him to fuck me but he wound up shooting all over my ass before he could get it in me ... the jerk!"

Suddenly the tables had turned and Dana knew she had the upper hand. Christy was no longer quite so high and mighty. Perhaps she could use this to get more secrets out of her without having to jump through any more hoops. Undaunted, Dana continued, "But you HAVE done other stuff with boys, right?"

"Oh yes, lots of stuff," Christy volunteered, trying to recover. "I've jacked off and sucked lots of dicks."

"Whose dicks?" Dana challenged.

Going straight to her ace, Christy countered, "Well, Jimmy for one, oh, and also Hank!"

"YOUR BROTHERS!!!" Dana shrieked. "You're pulling my leg, right?!"

"Nuh-uh!" Christy crossed her heart.

"Wow!" Dana was impressed now. She had always found Jimmy to be kind of cute, though Hank was just a bit too goofy for her. "So how big IS Jimmy anyway?"

"Well, nothing like Big Dale or anything but his dick is kinda cute really. It's about this big," Christy went on, spacing her index fingers about six inches apart.

"Wait a minute. This is truly a Kodak moment," Dana laughed, grabbing the camera. To Christy's surprise, she shot off a couple of pix of her demonstrating her brother's size. Christy rolled with it, grabbed another big swig off of her glass, and began to show off for her friend. Dana followed her lead and took another huge hit off of her drink. Both girls' heads began to swim some.

"So what does it look like?" Dana continued.

"Well, it's very thick and it has a large mushroom-shaped head that flares way out." Embellishing as much as possible, she began to suck on her finger as Dana continued snapping pictures. "I love to wrap my lips around it and suck that big wide head into my mouth. It feels like he's going to skewer me with it. Then I take it out just before he comes and jack him off so that he shoots his jizz all over my chest."

"Eww!" Dana responded. "That sounds gross!"

"No, it's not!" Christy calmly corrected her. "It feels so warm and smooth against my skin. It's the best skin cream ever made." She stroked her sides and breasts through her sheer nightie, reaching up underneath it to give Dana more to take pictures of.

"Besides, I love to see him spurt all over me. Somedays, it shoots out like a fountain. Jimmy and Hank love to have contests seeing who can shoot the farthest."

"You mean sometimes you do BOTH of them at the same time! That's incredible!" Dana squealed.

"Oh, you haven't lived till you've felt cum shoot all over you. It's so dreamy!"

Christy and Dana both creamed so much they were growing weak in the knees. As Christy lifted her top to show off her boobs to the camera, she turned in the direction of Byron and froze at what she saw. Then she began to laugh uncontrollably, pointing at the dog.

Chapter Twelve

Byron had had enough. The scent of pussy in the room was so intense that he was now pacing in his corner, his virile dick hanging almost completely out of its sheath between his legs.

"What? What's so funny?" Dana asked.

"Look at that!" Christy giggled.

Without her glasses on Dana could not be sure what to look at. Besides, her vision was getting increasingly blurry as the alcohol took effect. She put down the camera and stumbled over towards where Christy was pointing. Finally, she saw it and stopped dead in her tracks.

"OH, MY GOD! Byron's got a woodie! Did we make him do that?" Dana asked.

"Oh, I think so," Christy replied. Now, horny beyond belief and feeling a little bit guilty about touching her friend's dog's dick earlier, she offered, "Why don't you go over there and touch it?"

"I'm not gonna touch it. He's a dog!" Dana exclaimed.

"Yes, but he's a BOY dog and obviously a very BIG boy dog! Look at that! It's amazing!" Then Christy added, "Come on, I will, if you will!"

Having just laid down the gauntlet, Christy knew Dana could not back down. They both approached the animal with a bit of trepidation, and great excitement. Cautiously, Christy reached under the animal and cupped her hand underneath his dripping member, sampling its weight. "Wow! That's some hunk of meat he's got there. Feel this Dana!"

Shyly, Dana reached her hand out to touch her first cock ever. "My God, it's so ... so powerful, yet smooth and soft at the same time."

Byron was so tickled by the attention he was finally getting that he turned towards his master and began licking her face and neck. The tension broke and Dana began to giggle uncontrollably as his tongue slobbered all over her.

"You're gonna get me soaked!" she shouted playfully at the animal. Her speech began to slur some. She was way in over her head now. "I'd better take this off." Dana unceremoniously began to pull the baby doll over her head.

Christy shouted, "Wait! Another great Kodak moment!" Dana laughed at her choice of words. Christy grabbed the camera.

"Pull the top up slowly. Now pause for a second just before you take it completely off!" Dana complied. "Now hold it up over your head and wait. Yes, just like that. Perfect." Finally, Christy took her eyes away from the camera to admire the most luscious pair of boobs she had ever seen in

"Do you really think so? Most times people just poke fun at me for them."

"Oh, no, no, no, they are absolutely wonderful! Anyone who would make fun of those is just jealous. You really should be proud of them! I would be if I had a pair like those! I would go out of my WAY to show them off if I had talent like that!" Christy added emphatically. "I mean ... WOW girl! That's a gift!" She paused a second and added, "May I?"

"May I what?" Dana asked, confused for a moment.

"May I touch them for a just a second?" Christy begged.

"Well, I guess, if you want to," Dana said quietly. "Let me take a quick sip of my drink." She drank quickly, took a deep breath and returned to Christy.

As they both kneeled down, Christy boldly put her hands out to Dana's breasts, cupping them underneath and sampling their weight.

Dana sighed.

Then Christy began to gently massage the outsides, moving towards her wide areolas.

Dana began to swoon at the contact. No one had ever done this to her before. Oh, sure that boy had squeezed her boob once but he was rough and insensitive to her needs. This felt like heaven itself to Dana.

Not being able to hold back any longer, Christy dived her head down to Dana's nipple and began to suck fully on it. Dana's legs caved in and small fluttering orgasms ran through her pussy.

Suddenly, Byron impatiently barged in banging his massive body against the two swooning girls, knocking them out of their reverie. He began to sniff at them and lick wherever he could.

"Eww!" Christy giggled. "You're right, he IS messy! I'd better get mine off too."

Then Dana took the lead. "You know what, you promised me, you'd show me how to give head. Why don't you use old Byron there as a model? Then I'll take some pictures that will really make steam come out of Dale's ears."

"Fuck Dale!" Christy exclaimed. "I wanna see him shoot!" Then she upped the ante, "But you have to do it too. There's no substitute for experience!"

They both laughed at that.

"OK, but you go first!" Dana said.

"Alright, I'll get him going and you can finish him off," Christy bargained.

"OK, DEAL! Show me the magic, Christy!" Dana quipped.

Chapter Thirteen

Christy got Byron to lay down and rolled him onto his back. As the dog moaned in obvious pain, she tentatively reached down and grabbed his penis around the base. Then she looked towards Dana and the camera and brought her tongue to the tip of the animal's phallus. Christy smiled and Dana took the picture. Having made her contribution to photographic art, Christy turned her attention to the task at hand. She wrapped her lips around the end of his cock and began to bob her head up and down as she had countless times before with her brothers. She worked his dick up and down with her hands and massaged his great balls. The dog moaned in pleasure. Unbelievably his cock continued to grow and Christy moaned her muffled cries of amazement as she felt his balls swell to a size she had never encountered before. She was hooked on doggy cock now and wasn't so sure she wanted to stop. His precum tasted delicious! Her salivary glands wanted more and more of it and her belly began to hunger for more.

Stopping for a brief breath, she called out to Dana, "Are you getting this? Did you take any pictures?" Actually, Dana was too mesmerized to take any more photos. "His doggy cum tastes so good. You gotta try this!" Christy couldn't believe she heard herself say that. That would mean she would have to share this with her new friend!

Dana approached his great cock like a moth to a flame as Christy held his cock by the base. Reaching out with first just her index finger, she gently touched the pointy oozing end. Byron jumped with delight. Feeling more confident now, she reached her other hand out and began to gently stroke up and down the shaft, measuring its length and getting a feel for its weight. As her grip got firmer, Christy released her hold on the base of his shaft and shifted around to grab the camera.

"Shift around to the other side so that I can see you," Christy ordered.

Without letting go, Dana rotated her body for Christy. Her hand stroked up and down the mutt's shaft. It was red and engorged and completely exposed from his sheath now. The red chambers of his knot were beginning to expand and precum

As if she had done it all of her life, Dana dipped her head down and engulfed three or four inches of his cock. The taste of doggy precum was like ambrosia to her. As her lips began to go up and down his shaft, she mumbled, "Umm. So good ... so good." More and more of it began to shoot out in little spurts, spraying the back of her throat. Christy took several pictures of her friend feasting on her pet's precum, her big soft tits draped over his belly. She could see that Byron's balls were swelling to unbelievable proportions and that his knot was getting huge and red from the expert sucking he was getting. She could also hear the dog's strangled cries and knew that he was probably ready to shoot his load. Dana could sense it too and sped up her rhythm.

Then Christy intervened, "OK, now take your mouth off of it and jack him off on your tits!"

With a final huge suck and gasp, Dana removed her mouth from Byron's cock. The mass of cock in her hand seemed to vibrate like a live hissing cobra, and after just a few short strokes the dog yelped and semen began to spew into the air. Dana was stunned at first as cum shot up into her hair and onto the bridge of her nose. A priceless image, Christy took a picture. Thus reminded of the camera, Dana regained her focus and aimed his member at her breasts. Doggie cum seemed to shoot out like a fire hose, coating the upper slopes of her breasts. Dana leaned forward even more and began to paint her huge areolas with sperm, poking his cock tip into her excited nipples. Christy recorded every shot. Then Dana eased the shaft inside of her cleavage as the dog's once powerful spout began to falter down to smaller and smaller spits. Finally, she eased her lips over the end to savor the last few drops. Both girl and dog moaned in ecstasy.

Dana removed her grip from his member. She licked her fingers clean, once again drinking down his sperm, and moved her hand to pet his huge head. "Good boy, Byron. Yes, that was so good. I'm gonna do this A LOT!"

"Not without ME!" Christy corrected with fake indignation.

"Well, after all, he IS my dog!" Dana began to giggle and within seconds the giggling became infectious.

Chapter Fourteen

Byron righted himself and stood up, his great phallus hanging obscenely between his legs, hard as ever and still spitting tiny sprays of cum. He walked back to his corner and began to groom himself, along the way licking his penis as if he were trying to get it to retreat back into its sheath.

Christy put down the camera and came over to join Dana. As their giggling died down, Christy put her hand on Dana's shoulder. With eyes of wonder and admiration she quietly said, "That was the hottest thing I've ever seen." They both smiled. "Look at you, you're drenched!"

Christy casually brought her hand down to Dana's breasts and began to rub the cum around. After a few seconds she observed some doggie cum dripping off the ends of Dana's nipples. Swooping down with her mouth to grab it, she licked and cleaned up Dana's breasts. "I can't believe how good doggy cum tastes!" she commented.

Dana concurred, "Yes, I know. It's really yummy!" Her eyes began to glaze over as her friend licked and swabbed her breasts with her tongue. She was really enjoying the sensation. Her nipples began to swell almost to bursting as she luxuriated in the sensation.

Christy was really beginning to get into it as well and laid Dana down on her back. For several minutes she kissed all around the outside of Dana's round orbs, working her way back to the middle, then sliding her tongue between her cleavage to get off the remaining dregs of doggy sperm and girl sweat. She crawled between Dana's legs, bending them at the knees. Dana just luxuriated in the sensations and let Christy move her body around like a rag doll. Christy

As Dana bucked in place, Christy moved down further and began to trace her tongue down towards Dana's dripping pussy. Christy let her come down from her cum some, then gently began to lap at the bottom of her pussy lips, catching the drips of Dana's cum juice. This was her first taste of another girl's pussy and she liked it a lot. She began to insert her tongue in further, hoping to coax more of the sweet juice to the outside. Her efforts did not go unrewarded as Dana began to flood her mouth and tongue with fluids. Christy began to move her tongue upwards, bumping into Dana's clitoris. Instantly, Dana came again, this time more violently. Pussy juice flowed out of her cunt and Christy, now thirsty for it, caught every drop. Dana was now completely absorbed by the feelings in her cunt. On her hands and knees, Christy's hair shrouded her handiwork as her tongue darted diligently in and out of Dana's sizzling pussy, oblivious to the world around her. The two girls were wrapped up in their reverie.

This rapture did not go unnoticed by Byron, however. The smell of pussy was so thick in his nostrils that his dick never did go down. In fact, it was fully hard and strong again and caused him to get up out of his corner. The bitch with the long dark hair was in "the position", just like the bitch with short dark hair from last night.

Byron saw his opening and wasted no more time. He gently jumped up on Christy's back, wrapping his paws around her waist, and began humping his dick at her soaking pussy, trying to find the opening.

Christy could not bring herself to remove her mouth from Dana's pussy but did manage to wave one hand behind her, trying to swat the dog away. Laying there with her eyes closed, Dana was oblivious to all of it. Christy figured he'd probably never get it in anyway and would, most likely, cum all over her butt just like that foolish boy had that time in the car. What Christy didn't know was that Byron had already perfected his aiming technique the night before all by himself. He adjusted himself slightly and expertly hit his mark, getting the tip of his penis between the folds of her outer lips, just at the entrance of her hole. Christy jumped with surprise, mashing her nose into Dana's pubic bone. Dana came again. Then Byron shuffled his feet and barreled forward, splitting her open and crashing through her flimsy maidenhead. Christy shrieked and whimpered with pain. Her cries caught Dana's attention just as Byron pulled back out to deliver another thrust.

"What's wrong, Christy!" Dana asked.

"It's your damned horny dog! He just snuck up on me and now he's fucking me. Oooh!" she groaned as the invader began to stretch her open.

"Well, get him off! Is he hurting you?" Dana said.

"Well, the bastard already got my cherry ... Oh, God ... but the pain is beginning to go away!" Christy groaned, beginning to get used to it. In fact, with each stroke from Byron's continued assault, her pussy began to accommodate him more. She began to lubricate again, and his cock began to slide within her pussy more easily.

"Oh my God! I've got to see this!" Dana shouted, pulling herself up on her elbows. Finally, she managed to squirm out from under Christy and crawled around to check it out. What she witnessed both stunned and amazed her. Christy was beginning to slide her hips back towards the beast, bottoming out his huge dick every few strokes. "Oh, WOW! He's REALLY FUCKING YOU!"

Christy wasn't listening. Byron's monster doggy dick rippled with power, stimulating parts inside her that no man would probably EVER reach. Her cunt desperately grabbed at every inch of his shaft, not wanting it to ever stop. She wriggled her ass seductively, trying to get every last inch of him inside.

"Guh-uh-uh-uh-aaahhh!" she cried out from deep inside herself as the first wave of her orgasm began to take over her body and soul. She slammed back harder against him, unknowingly helping him to get his doggie knot at the entrance of her spasming cunt opening.

Byron knew that this hot bitch who had given him so much trouble before was finally his. He owned her - mind, body, and spirit. She was HIS bitch now, one he could call on whenever he wanted, existing only to fuck him and make puppies. He summoned up his enormous strength and pounded her cunt with all his might, catching her in between one of her orgasmic spasms just enough to stuff his knot into her.

"OH, MY GA-A-A-A-A-D!!!!!" Christy screamed, feeling stuffed beyond belief.

"Get it out!" she yelled to Dana. "It's too much, I can't take it all!"

Dana panicked and, jumping about, said, "I don't know what to do!!! He's stuck in there!!! I'll see what I can do."

Dana reached her hand up behind them and felt his balls first, bloated to their limit. Byron had stopped moving, his body shivering, working up to his climax. Despite herself, Christy's tight cunt instinctively grabbed his cock in a vise-grip. Dana put her hand in further, trying to get hold of his dick to pull it out. Instead, she bumped into Christy's swollen clit. Christy exploded! Her cunt clamped down hard on the dog's cock and knot and sent him over the edge. Christy found herself wrapped in another mind-blowing orgasm as Byron began to howl and pump huge wads of cum deep up into her womb.

"UH-UH-UH-UH-UH-UH-UH!!!!" the babbling bitch repeated over and over as her orgasm washed over her. She was beaten - a quivering, perpetually orgasming slave to his doggy cock. She cried and laughed at the same time, no longer in control of her own emotions. The dog was now Master, her body existing only as a receptacle for his doggy sperm. She would never feel superior again. She would be HIS forever!

The great dog shivered all over, pumping the remaining contents of his huge ball sac into her subservient pussy. When he was finally spent, he hung onto her back as her elbows caved in. His tongue hung out and he drooled on her shoulders, feeling her cunt muscles trapping his knot inside. Finally, she lost consciousness and his cock was able to pull out of her used pussy. Byron quickly lapped her pussy, cleaning her up a bit, and strolled out of the room, swaggering with his dick swinging below him like a conquering hero.

Dana lay alongside her whimpering friend, stroking her hair and cuddling with her in a spoon position. Within a couple of minutes, they were both sound asleep. TO BE CONTINUED . . . Doggie's Bad Manners 3 by LEBEC (nc/best)

Chapter Fifteen

An hour or so passed and Byron had already visited his water dish and took a little doggie nap in his favorite corner. He dreamed happy thoughts of everyone he had met in the past few days that had been so nice to him. He had discovered his calling, to find females and make puppies with them, and he now expected that all the women would be there at his beck and call to help keep him satisfied. He dreamed of the dark-haired bitch from the night before with the round ass and the snapping pussy. Then he remembered the virgin he had just

With that thought, Byron strutted back into the girl's room.

For the past hour or so, Dana had not slept as deeply as she might. Christy had already been fucked masterfully. Between the pot and the alcohol and the sex, she was dead to the world. Dana had a few sweet cums under Christy's tongue just as the dog was mounting her friend. She had stopped, though, before reaching her ultimate goal in time to watch Byron pumping her girlfriend full of his sperm. It was an extremely erotic sight, one that would not leave her mind as she dozed restlessly on the bedroom floor with Christy. Images of her friend's pussy stuffed to the limit filled her brain. Her large nipples, pressed against her friend's back began to fill with blood, tingling once again. She imagined the creamy sight of doggie sperm overflowing her friend's pussy. Her own pussy began to flood with juice.

Actually, Dana's pussy had lots of help getting wet. Byron had already patrolled the perimeter of the two girls, observing the dark-haired girl's satiated condition, and the yellow-haired girl tossing and turning. Leaning his giant head down, he began to gently lap at her pussy from behind. Almost immediately, his tongue was met by a squirt of pussy juice. The flavor was delicious ... delicate and sweet ... and he wanted more. As he lapped up more of her juices, Dana's thoughts became more erotic. She wondered what it would be like to be dominated by that masterful dog, and she imagined herself being opened up by his huge cock. Unconsciously, Dana shifted her knees to allow him greater access. Her actions seemed to invite Byron to insert his long tongue into her opening. He now managed to get an inch or two inside of her with each lap. Dana dreamed of finally having a cock up inside her, filling her up totally. She knew she was ready. In fact, she knew it wouldn't even hurt, having already lost her hymen months ago during a masturbatory experiment with her favorite blow dryer. No, it would just be heavenly, with no pain and no worries about pregnancy. Her cream got thicker and began to ooze out of her as it mixed with his saliva.

Slowly, she rolled a few feet away from her friend, landing on her back with her legs wide open. Byron backed off to get out of her way, then came in again for more. Spread-eagled in front of him was the most delicious feast he had ever seen. Now his tongue had complete access to her juicy insides. Crouching down onto his belly he brought his snout in level with her cunt and began to eat her out, bumping his nose against her clit and getting his tongue in a good three or four inches with each lap. His cock was now fully exposed and dripping on the floor. Dana imagined herself being pumped full with his puppy juice and giggled to herself at the thought of being pregnant with puppies. At that point, Byron was ravaging her with his tongue, getting five or six inches deep up into her wet snatch. Within a minute, Dana could take no more and felt her orgasm come crashing down upon her. Hail, King Byron, she shouted in her dream, envisioning herself sitting at his feet among his harem of beautiful women. She shuddered and moaned, bouncing her butt on the rug, and suddenly she began to wake from her reverie.

Chapter Sixteen

As she came out of her fog, she felt her orgasm rolling over her. Shivering helplessly, she propped herself up on her elbows to get her bearings. Byron moved up to greet her and licked her face and ears. "What the ...?" she gasped, as his tongue moved to wash over her throbbing nipples, her vaginal muscles still rippling with her orgasm, "What are you trying to do-o-o-o to me?" she whined. Panicked, she rolled over and tried to get to her feet.

Seeing her butt aimed at him, Byron sprung into action. He pounced upon her back, pinning her knees to the floor. Then, in one quick thrust he buried his cock in her pussy to the hilt. Dana squealed, her lips forming a giant "O" in surprise. As she felt herself stuffed beyond her wildest dreams, the pupils of her eyes opened wide with wonder. Her cunt walls quickly adjusted to his massive size and an audible sigh escaped her lips.

"Oh my God. Your dick feels even better than it looks!" she cried out to no one in particular. Her pussy shuddered and waves of pleasure raced up and down the dog's penis. The pussy juice that had only temporarily left her during her shock, came charging back down her channel to welcome his doggie member. He dug his claws in and began to pound her luscious pussy unmercifully. She grunted over and over, trying to stifle her moans and remain silent. Her friend was sleeping only a foot or two away. Having already cum twice that day, Byron was no longer on a hair trigger. He was going to enjoy fucking this bitch. Over and over again, he rooted his dick into her fine pussy. Her cunt muscles began to ripple even more around his shaft. Actually, they had never stopped spasming after her first orgasm off of his tongue, but this was reaching a new level of tension. Her cunt muscles automatically clenched, gripping and ungripping with every pile-driving thrust.

Her grunts were now uncontrollable. She was anything but silent and she couldn't contain herself if she'd wanted. She was just a writhing, moaning mass, completely under his control.

Her groans woke Christy, who rolled onto her other side and sleepily grinned at the spectacle. "Big Doggie got Dana's little pussy too, eh? Good boy!" Rising to her feet she added, "You two don't mind me now! I'll just stay here quietly and watch. Wow! Maybe I'll take a picture or two? What d'ya think? Should we catalog this moment for posterity? Dana's first time ever, with her own talented pet? Yes, I think I will!"

Dana did not even try to refuse. She couldn't respond if she'd wanted to. She was totally lost in the feelings of her pussy wrapped around Byron's magic wand. She was dumb and mute and gurgling nonsensically.

Christy took the camera and filmed Dana's hanging hooters jiggling frantically beneath her. She knelt in front of Dana's face and snapped a couple of shots of Dana on her hands and knees with the doggy's face hanging over hers. She rotated behind the dog to film the sight of his schlong pounding her cunt over and over again. She noted his balls beginning to swell and knew it wouldn't be long for him now. She saw his knot was not completely swollen but already gaining free, unimpeded access past her pussy mouth. Soon it would gain entrance to stay! She took picture after picture, fascinated by what she had previously felt but not seen.

Byron was in heaven, completely confident and unstoppable. He was satisfied that the yellow-haired bitches felt as good as the brown-haired ones and he found her tight pussy to be more than acceptable to his liking. He was ready to plant his seed into her puppy-chute now.

Dana's cunt began to milk his doggie cock unmercilessly. With one last dramatic hump, he buried his expanding knot past her pussy mouth for good. The dog's balls spasmed. His knot swelled to its maximum girth and he howled as he began to pump his sperm deep into her vagina.

The feelings of his throbbing dick pulsing inside her triggered her own orgasm. She roared in pleasure, "Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h!!!! UNGH! ...UNGH! OH ... GOD! ... OH ... MY ... GOD!! ... OH ... MY GOD!!!!!!" over and over again. With each volley of cum that shot out of his spouting cock, her clit fired one orgasm after the other. She cried out in gibberish, her nipples dragging against the rug, adding to the intensity of her explosive cum.

Behind them, Christy now lay on her side, rubbing herself off. She was cumming right along with the girl-dog couple. She watched as his bloated balls unloaded their contents into her friend's sucking pussy, wishing it was her being stuffed to the limit.

Finally, Byron's mighty cock began to sputter and falter. Dana lay, slumped over the cushion of her own firm round breasts, unable to speak. She gurgled and

Byron's cock was really stuck this time, his knot tied up tight. He jumped around trying to remove himself but each time he struggled, Dana's cunt muscles pulsed and dragged him back in. This caused her to babble even more. She swooned one last time, lost consciousness and released him. The dog spun around in the opposite direction and started walking away from her. He pulled his swollen pole out of her, dragging her about a foot before hearing the loud plop of his knot breaking her suction.

Byron watched the two fully-mated females laying before him, happy and content in the knowledge that he was master of all he surveyed. He walked to his corner, crawled into a comfy ball, licked his penis back into it's sheath, and drifted off to sleep. His job was done for the day!

Christy rose and helped Dana to her feet, long enough to get her into bed and throw the covers over her. Then Christy collapsed on her bed and fell back into a deep sleep. TO BE CONTINUED . . . Doggie's Bad Manners - 4 by LEBEC

Chapter Seventeen

The next morning Dana and Christy awoke to the blaze of sunshine coming through the curtains they hadn't the presence of mind to totally shut before passing out. It was nearly eleven and Dana knew her Mom never came home from Jack's any later than noon. Certain that being caught sleeping so late would raise eyebrows and lead to a flood of questions from her mother, she hurried her friend to get dressed, pack her backpack, and head downstairs. In the kitchen, they grabbed a couple of bagels to eat on the way. Dana jotted a quick note to her Mom, "Gone to the mall with Christy. I'll be back by dinner. Love DANA". Attaching it to the refrigerator with a magnet, she and her friend rushed out the back door, but not before letting Byron out to roam the backyard. As they ran off to start their day, they giggled conspiratorially with the knowledge that they had both just gotten away with something big.

Back at home, Byron was not a happy camper. He spent the first twenty minutes or so of his stay in the yard moping about and whimpering. It was a hot and sunny day. All the women had run away, and there he was, alone and cooped up in the yard with no pussy in sight. After a couple of minutes he rose and headed for the wooden fence door the girls had just walked through. He stood up on his hind legs and began to paw at the latch, a very unsophisticated and flimsy mechanism with no lock attached to it that the girls had hastily closed. The door was not completely secure and it took no more than a passing brush upon the rusted old metal catch, coupled with the dog's considerable weight, for it to swing wide open.

As casually as if he had planned it that way, the dog scampered out onto the sidewalk. He was free to roam the neighborhood now. He hoped to track down the girls. Meanwhile, he simply followed his nose, searching for the nearest horny pussy. About a block from where he started, a familiar scent assailed his nose. He traced it down a side alley next to a home that lead to a yard with a pool.

There, sitting on a lounge chair, wearing a floppy white fishing hat and a skimpy blue bikini was his old friend Margie. Margie Johnson had been laying on her back, listening to some soothing background music on her walkman and working on her tan. Her stringy bra straps were untied and hanging loosely down. She was napping and dreaming sweet erotic dreams. She fantasized about how Dan must've really outdone himself this past weekend. Despite her sore butt, her pussy had been humming for two days now. Never had she felt so satisfied and complete. For the past couple of mornings, she had awakened after having very erotic dreams, smiling and humming to herself.

Today was no exception and, as she slept, her pussy heated up, and her sweet and sexy aroma wafted right to the dog's keen nose. He was now just a few yards away and quietly padded over to her body. Coming in sideways, he pulled up next to her and gently rested his giant head in her lap, just inches from her pussy. He became overcome by the aroma of her heavenly pussy and began to lightly lap at her upper thighs.

Margie's legs were parted only slightly, perhaps an inch or two, as she slept. Moving up, he began to lap at her thinly covered mound. Instinctively, she began to open her legs wider, granting him greater access. As his nose gently bumped into her clit, it began to stiffen and swell. After a couple of minutes, his tongue was soaking her tiny bikini bottom. Her cunt began to cream in response to his oral ministrations. Searching for the source, he squirmed his long tongue behind the material and started to burrow his nose in.

After about five minutes, Margie gasped with pleasure, reaching down to cradle the head of her dream lover in her hands. As the dog continued to press on, she slowly woke up. Through her lust and sleep-induced haze, she slowly began to figure out the identity of her pussy lapper. Smiling, she grabbed his head, pushing him away. Giggling, she murmured to the animal, "Byron! You naughty boy! What are doing?! How did you get here?"

Unfazed, Byron came up to her face and began to lick her face and ears and neck, slobbering all over her upper body.

Margie, squealed with glee and pushed him away after a few moments, and stood up from the lounge chair. "Yes, you big old charmer you - yes, you lady-killer you!!" she cooed. "Let's go and give Linda a call. She's probably worried sick about you. Come on. Come with me into the house."

The dog followed her obediently. Margie figured he might be hungry so she opened up a can of dog food left over from the other day and put out a bowl of fresh water for him. Byron dug in and Margie headed for the phone.

Chapter Eighteen

Meanwhile, as luck would have it, Linda had just arrived home. She saw the note up on the refrigerator and shook her head. "Those girls spend more time at that mall," she lamented to no one in particular. She began to unpack her grocery bag which included some new doggie biscuits for Byron. She stopped in the middle of opening one of the cabinets, when she realized she did not hear Byron's familiar bark at the back door. She stepped out onto the backyard patio, scratched her head in wonder and then spotted the wide-open backyard gate.

In a panic she called out, "Byron, Oh Byron, Here Boy!" and just as she was about to run out into the street to search for him, the telephone rang. Rushing back into the kitchen she grabbed the receiver after the fifth ring. Winded, she answered it, "Hello?"

"Guess who's here?" Margie said playfully.

"Hi Margie! I can't talk right now. Byron's missing!" Linda gasped.

"I know. He's over here."

"Oh, thank god! I had such a fright! I was just about to start combing the streets. Where did you find him?"

"Well, it was more like, HE found ME. He just strolled in like he owned the place," Margie kidded.

"Oh, that lousy daughter of mine. She obviously didn't bother to close the door properly. It's the same thing with her messy room, I'm ashamed to admit."

"Well, I don't know. Maybe Master Byron figured out a way to "jimmy" the lock," Margie offered. "He's pretty smart, oh, and very persistent."

Linda began to relax and chuckle. "So you're saying he just let himself out, eh? Oh, and yes, I suppose you're also suggesting he came all that distance just to see you?"

"Hey, can I help it if the dog has 'taste'?" Margie cracked. "He knows a good thing when he sees it." They giggled.

"Well, maybe YOU should be his owner. You seem to have the magic touch. So tell me, girlfriend - do you want a dog? I'll give you mine. God knows, I haven't been able to get him to behave," Linda added, jokingly.

"Too late! Dan's already on the case. We're getting our own soon."

"Really! Well, congratulations! How did that happen?"

"Well, as soon you guys left on Sunday, Dan commented on how well the dog and I got along, and how he was gonna miss not having a dog around, and on and on he went.... You know how intense he gets. The next thing I knew he was online, researching what kind of dog to get. I told him he should just go down to the pound like you did but, Dan always likes to do things up big. He was looking for pedigrees that come with some sort of 'special' training. I really didn't understand what the heck he was talking about. All I knew was that he was REALLY excited! I think he has it narrowed down to just a few - I think it was either a Mastiff or a Great Dane - something really huge like that - oh, and one or two others, I don't remember - but definitely nothing smaller than a Dalmatian. Anyway, I'm afraid there's no stopping him now."

"Well, let me know if you change your mind. You want me to come over and get him?"

"No, that's OK. I kinda miss the big lug and wouldn't mind spending a little time with him today. Why don't don't you just relax and get comfy? Maybe take a bath? I'm sure you'll want to just be mellow after your wild night with Jack," Margie prodded.

"Well, thanks for the offer. I really could use a little bit of 'alone time' before I start thinking about going back to work tomorrow morning, but not because I had such a great time with Jack - that BASTARD!" Linda's anger began to well up inside her.

"What the Hell happened?"

"Well, where should I begin? How can I possibly put into words the 'lovely' time I had last night?" her sarcasm beginning to seethe from her pores. "How about, yes, how about I start from the beginning and give you a few of the highlights?! It started when I arrived fifteen minutes early and Jack was forty minutes late. I let myself in with my key."

"He gave you a key?"

"Didn't I tell you about that? Yes, he gave me a key last month to show his 'undying love to me and only me'. Then, since I was getting bored and had nothing to do while I waited for him, I thought I'd write down a little 'to do' list for myself to help me get ready to return to work. I went to his desk to get a pen and some paper and, lo and behold, I see his credit card bill open and tossed casually on his desk. Out of curiosity, I took a peek at it."

"You looked at his BILL?!!"

"Yes, I did and do you know what I saw on there? Flowers!!! - a hundred and twenty five dollars worth - to some florist down in Boca Raton FL!!! For the past few months he's been making regular trips to Boca Raton - on business, he says! Claims he's going down to visit his son in college. He has no other family down there, so I know he's not sending a hundred and twenty five frickin' dollars of flowers to his MOTHER!!!"

"So what did you do?"

"Well, at first I thought to myself 'Calm down, girl, perhaps there's some logical explanation for all this. Maybe he'll even offer you some explanation voluntarily as you catch up over dinner.' So, I put it out of my mind, kissed him like nothing had happened and tried to have a good time."

"Were you able to?"

"I thought I was being a good date but things seemed strained somehow. Jack didn't seem to be himself either. Very nervous, very fidgety. Like it was our first date. I tried to blame it on our long separation but I knew something was wrong. Maybe it's just me. Maybe if I hadn't seen that bill. Still, I kept thinkin' that he was building up the courage to tell me something very big." .

"Well, did he?"

"No, he never did. We went back to his apartment and had sex but it just wasn't the same. There was none of that animal passion that I've told you about. He seemed to be just going through the motions. He seemed to go wa-a-a-a-y slower than I like. Like I was someone else. I half expected him to call out someone else's name when he came, which by the way was no great earth shattering experience for him either. Usually he grunts and fills me full of his semen. This was hardly a grunt and barely a spurt - more of an afterthought, actually. I even had to ... believe it or not ... fake it for a change. You know how much I hate that? My body's so wound up right now I can't stand it! And through it all I kept wondering if, perhaps, he meant for me to find that bill so obviously displayed on his desk all along. I can't prove it or put my finger on it exactly but I just KNOW that something is up!"

"So how do you feel?"

"I feel like it's over and it's just a matter of time before the other shoe drops. I feel awful."

"Oh, you poor dear ... I'm so sorry," Margie consoled. "I can't believe he would do such a thing! What a creep! Well, girlfriend, don't you fret no more about that boy! You just go and take your bath and put that lyin' sack o' shit out of your mind! He doesn't deserve you!"

"Thanks. I love you, girlfriend. I'm gonna go take my bath right now ... and Screw Jack!!!"

"OK, I'll talk with you some more when you get here."

"Great, give me a couple of hours or so to compose myself and take inventory of this house. I'll see you later."

"I'll be here. See ya!"

"Bye now!"

Chapter Nineteen

Margie hung up the phone, turned in place, and took a breath. "Poor Linda! That's so sad." Flustered from the conversation and her earlier confusion with the dog, she paused to make a decision. "I need a drink." Because of her diabetes, Margie, generally, did not drink during the afternoon. She HAD been planning on sitting out by the pool and sipping on a virgin Margarita before all of this had happened. Now she felt she needed a REAL drink. Oh, nothing too big. Maybe a beer? Or maybe just one shot? Oh, Hell, she thought, I'll take a beer AND a shot. She needed it today to take the edge off. She was planning on taking the rest of the month off from drinking anyway but

"Damn", she swore, realizing she had put too much into the cup. She tried with limited success to pour the fluid back into the bottle, then gave up when she saw she was about to spill some. Next, she put some salt on her hand, and opened the lime juice. Bravely, she took a deep breath, tossed the shot to the back of her throat and downed it, then killed the taste by squirting some lime juice into her mouth. Then, reaching for the beer, she slammed down its contents. Within seconds, a large belch erupted from her belly and she laughed and sighed with contentment. "That felt better," she said to herself and turned towards the dog.

Byron was lying down against the living room wall, close to the spot where he had curled up after fucking Margie the last time. This time his head was up, attentively waiting for her to give him the signal.

Margie strutted over to deal with Byron and stopped about two feet away from him with her hands on her hips and her legs set firmly apart. "So, young man, to what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?" she teased. "Did you come all this way just to see little ole me? What's wrong, not getting any at home? You had to come all the way over here just to lap a little pussy?"

Byron stirred restlessly in place, as if trying to answer. In truth, he was just wondering why she hadn't taken those stupid pieces of blue cloth off of her body and got down on her hands and knees yet. He remained hopeful though, since his keen nose was definitely picking up the aroma of sex still emanating very powerfully from her pussy. The scent of her arousal triggered his penis to grow thick inside of its sheath.

Margie pressed on with her joking tease, growing flattered and turned on by her own words, the alcohol making her giddy. Stepping even closer to him, she thrust her hips out towards him. "So, is this what you came all the way here for - just to see a little bit of this?" Pulling her bikini bottom drawstrings down for a few seconds, she flashed the top of her bush at him and giggled at her own naughtiness. "Is that what you want?" Then she added, "So, who taught you to lick pussy anyway?"

Little did she know that she, herself, was largely responsible for teaching him, ie., her and the nine-year-old daughter of her last owner who let him lick her pussy til she came for the first, second, and sixth time of her life the same day. It was that little incident that got Byron, then called Bernie, sent to the Pound in the first place.

"Well, I have to take this damned thing off anyway - now that you slobbered all over it!" she joked sarcastically. She began to pull her bottom down.

This was more like it, Byron thought.

In mid strip, she stopped, struck with a better idea. Pulling it back up, she flirted, "Well, since you came such a long way, the least I could do is be an entertaining hostess. How about a little music, mister?"

She turned and walked a few feet away to the entertainment console and put on some slow and sexy music. As she turned away, Byron caught sight of her incredible butt and rose to his feet.

Margie began to dance, smiling that million dollar smile at first, and then becoming more serious as the music progressed. She undulated her hips and began to sway her head round and round, growing hotter with each measure. She turned and reached behind her to unhook her bikini top, pausing to look back at him coyly. Byron cocked his head sideways, watching her every move but puzzled by her dance. Then she slid the strap slowly down one outstretched arm. She turned and held her bikini top with her index finger, dropping it casually to the rug. "So, whad'ya think? Pretty good, huh? Do you like my boobs? I bet you do!" She smiled and began to approach him. Moving with the music, her head thrown towards the ceiling, she got within a foot of him. The smell of her increasing arousal hit Byron over the head. His giant cock came out and got rock hard.

She turned her back to him again and reached down to slide her bottoms down her hips, slowly wiggling her butt in his direction. As the remaining bit of blue cloth fell to her ankles, she ran her hands up her thighs, over her belly, past the sides of her breasts, and pressed the back of her palms against her neck and paused.

Byron was just about to jump up on her and knock her down when she suddenly turned towards him. Something serious began to dawn on her. She wondered, "Is it because I let you sniff me that time? Is that why you came back?"

Then she laughed, and stepped back, realizing the silliness of her suggestion. Looking aside, with one hand on her hip, she feigned indignation. "I don't know what kind of a girl you think I am, Buddy, but I'm a happily married woman, thank you very much. In fact, my husband is quite good at it too. Why, just the other night ..."

Margie froze in mid sentence. She had moved her eyes away for a moment but, upon turning her head back, she finally saw it - big and pink and wet and swelling out of his sheath. At first, her mouth just hung open in amazement. Her hands fell from her waist as she suddenly felt herself losing the upper hand. She could not believe the size of it. She had never seen anything like it.

"Oh my God! Did I make you do that? I didn't think it was possible! I can't believe I actually gave a dog - a woody! Holy Jesus, let me see that thing!" Wide-eyed and fascinated, she moved in sideways and got down on her knees. Sitting up, she put her hand on his flea collar to hold him somewhat in place and cautiously approached his erection. "My God, Dog, that's the biggest thing I've ever laid eyes on!"

Curiously drawn to it she reached out her hand for a feel. Gently, she put her palm under the shaft, gauging its weight. She shuddered to feel its heat. Extending her forefinger she grazed her nail along the shaft and marveled at its length. Byron bucked at the sensation and Margie clamped her hand down on his meat to stop him in his tracks.

"Whoa, boy!" she said, trying to settle him down. Now she could feel its girth. As she struggled to get her small hand around it, she began to unconsciously move her hand slowly down his shaft. "I guess we have a problem here. I can't let you go home with THAT sticking out like that. What would the neighbors think?" Really, she was thinking - what would Linda think if she knew I was messing with her dog? Her hand continued to stroke him up and down. Well, she couldn't just leave the poor animal to suffer, and Geez, just look at him! His dick was swinging down, almost bouncing off the floor. This was amazing! Well, she'd better do something before Linda got here.

She moved in and twisted his dick towards her face, testing the taste with her tongue, and then making an O with her lips to cover the head. It wasn't as bad as she thought - kind of exciting really, and no different than sucking a human dick. She backed off of it for a second and then giggled when a thin stream of doggie precum shot out and hit her in the cheek. Reaching out with her other hand she scooped up a dollop of it and tasted it. My God, it was delicious - much better than any she had ever tasted. She came in for more of his tasty meat, wrapping her lips more fully around the shaft, and felt him spray the back of her throat with more precum. She gasped and sighed at its yummy flavor.

Now totally hooked on doggie cock sucking, she climbed under him, laying on her back. She stroked him with both hands, squeezing even more blood into its shaft. More and more doggie precum began to spray out of his cock, raining down her breast bone and pooling around her neck. She craned her neck and lifted her lips towards the tip of his cock but only managed to lap it with the point of her tongue, as Byron shuffled his paws with excitement. Margie continued to play with her new toy, milking more of his jizz onto her breasts and running the pointed end around her already rock hard nipples. More of it ran down her belly, pooling into her navel. She tried again to grab him with her mouth but was unsuccessful.

Gasping, she quickly pulled herself out and grabbed for a throw pillow from the couch. Getting back underneath him, she propped her neck up and was instantly greeted by four full inches of doggie cock stuffing past her lips. Finally, she had him in her maw, sucking for all she was worth. She couldn't get enough of his precum and couldn't believe how full her mouth was. The more she sucked, the more of his divine fluids he seemed to shoot into her mouth. Her taste buds were exploding with delight. The music changed to a very fast song and she began to work him over with her mouth in earnest. Her hands moved up and back to stimulate his balls. She moaned a muffled "Hmmmph" when she discovered how large his inflating cum bags were. She couldn't get over it. She started to pull on them, milking them, as it were, and pulling more of his meat into her throat. Wild with desire she yanked down just a little bit too hard on them and Byron jumped away, yelping in pain.

"Oh, my GOD! What have I done?" Margie cried out to him. She leaped out to console him as Byron coiled up and licked at his aching balls. Margie had moved in to pet him. At first he snarled angrily at her and even tried to nip at her. Then he calmed down and began to gently moan. "Poor baby, I'm so sorry I hurt you. I guess I just got carried away." He wasn't hurt badly, though, and within a minute his pain subsided. Through it all, his dick remained, more or less, at full erection.

Margie had enough of the frantic music and decided to crawl to the music console just a few feet away to change the song and turn it down. At that moment, Byron saw what he had been waiting for since he arrived. There, spread before him was Margie's incredible butt and bare pussy. She was not aware that she was exposing herself to him, that is, not until she felt the thud of his furry barrel chest pounding down on her frame.

Byron bucked his hips and, within seconds, found his way into her hole. Seemingly nailed to the carpet, Margie's eyes went wide with surprise. "Oh my God," she cried out, "I can't believe he's trying to fuck me. This can't be happening!"

But it was happening, right there on her living room floor. Byron cycled his hips a few times and, almost magically, his dick settled deep into her loins. Instantly, her vagina adjusted to accommodate his member, like it had belonged in there. She sighed and gave in to him. Oddly, there was none of the pain that she expected would accompany such a massive invasion. Instinctively, she gently rocked her hips back towards him, moaning with depraved bliss. Her inner muscles nipped at his prick after one of his outward strokes and her pussy came alive. Each band and ripple of her cunt squeezed at him, shaping themselves around him

Byron also felt at home but, then again, he knew that he had fucked her before. He was deliriously pleased to have conquered her again, happily wagging his tail with each helpless moan from her mouth. Her pussy was even more responsive than before, and would suck enough sperm out of his balls to impregnate her many times. Her heavenly, fertile womb would provide him with a very large litter of puppies indeed.

Margie began to rut harder, meeting his strokes, and matching his force, her cunt trying to swallow him up. She was out of her mind with lust, now grunting and babbling incomprehensively. Suddenly, her pussy went into spasm and the first of what would be many orgasms ran through her like a freight train.

Chapter Twenty

Meanwhile, Linda had just emerged from her bath. Her hair tied in a ponytail, wearing a long white terry cloth robe and slippers, she stood before her mirror contemplating the events of last night. Her bath wasn't really the cure-all that she had hoped for, but it did perk her up a bit, and helped her wash away some of her feelings of sliminess. That whole unfortunate encounter had left her feeling dirty and violated. Normally, she didn't mind acting sleazy for Jack as part of a sexy game of role- playing. A little sluttiness was good for a relationship but it was usually accompanied by some genuine hot and steamy sex. Last night, she felt no love for him. She was passive and passionless. It was an empty experience. She felt betrayed - practically raped, by a man who did not care for her, like she was nothing more than some kind of cheap whore. Devoid of trust, the whole relationship was a meaningless exercise in futility. Well, her Mom and her sister-in-law had always said to her pretty much the same thing, "Girl, you sure can pick 'em!" Despite her good looks and exceptional intelligence, when it came to romance, she had an uncanny knack for finding mates who would treat her badly. Somehow, she equivocated passion with a heightened sense of danger. That was all well and good up to a point. At first, the sex was always hot and wild and violent. Eventually, the men would tire of her and just abuse her.

Yet, she would miss Jack's cock and his animal-like way of making love. She guessed she would just have to find someone else to ravish her instead. For a moment, erotic flashes of sex with Jack passed before her eyes and she found herself unconsciously reaching into her closed robe. She lifted one of her heavy breasts out of the top of it and admired herself. Holding it with the palm of one hand and stroking lightly over the top with her other, she shuddered for a moment. Then she held it out towards the mirror and posed. Lifting it towards her mouth, she licked the nipple for a few moments with her tongue. She taunted, "Look Jack. See what I can do. Yes, your favorite trick. Well, that's the last time you'll see that! The show's over for you!"

Still, she was getting aroused. It was bad enough that she was frustrated from the night before. Now, she was making it even worse. She had to get hold of herself. She stepped back, put her breast away, straightened out her robe, took a deep breath, stepped out of the bathroom and made her way out into the hall. "I'd better get busy," she said to herself in resignation. "It'll keep me out of trouble. Let me get a load of laundry in. I'm sure that girl of mine didn't pick up her room again!"

Linda stepped into Dana's bedroom and looked around, shaking her head at her daughter's obvious lack of care. She picked up her socks and other bits of clothing strewn about the room and sorted them according to color. Approaching the bed, she bent down to grab hold of the comforter, all piled up in a ball on the floor at the foot of the bed. Upon lifting it up, she was surprised by a

"Huh?" Linda muttered to herself, puzzled. Curious, she tried to turn the camera on, but nothing happened. She discovered it was because the camera was already in the On position and that its batteries were dead. Carrying it back to her room, she took out its memory card and loaded it into her computer. Sitting down at her chair, she opened her viewing program and began to scroll down the photos. Her eyebrows raised at the first few photos of Dana posing. "Where the Hell did she get that from?" Linda commented to herself after seeing the pink babydoll. Oh, well, girls will be girls, and have always been known to get into harmless bits of sexual mischief during slumber parties. Linda herself remembered many such occasions when she was a young girl. Her own friends used to marvel at her advanced development and try to get peeks at her already big breasts, occasionally even touching them in fascination. One girl had even sucked on her nipples on a dare for a full minute. She felt a few warm chills at the thought. Yes, her baby was definitely growing up and sprouting quite a pair of her own. She really WAS a pretty girl as well, she thought. "I've really gotta get that girl fitted for contacts".

Proceeding on, she saw the pictures of Christy, sexily clad in her matching black nightie and surmised the other girl must have had something to do with the choice of clothing. She had to admit the little devil did look very sexy cuddled up next to the dog. Moving on, she stopped cold in her tracks and felt her breath get stuck in her chest. "Oh my God! What the Hell is that!" she cried out in shock as she viewed one of Christy giving the dog head. Flipping forward faster, she grew increasingly tense watching the photos getting filthier and filthier. When she saw Christy being penetrated, she began to fear for her own daughter. Quickly, she rifled through the shots, dreading what she act she might find her own daughter mixed up in. "Oh my God!" she cried out, when her worst fears were realized. "That horny bastard is raping my little girl! I'll kill him! I KNEW I never should've taken him in! I KNEW there was something crazy about him back at the pound!"

Then something hit her like a ton of bricks - MARGIE!!! That crazy dog had already raped TWO unsuspecting girls! And now he could be attacking her best friend at this very moment. Panicked, she grabbed the telephone and dialed her friend's home.

There was no answer!

Chapter Twenty One

In truth, at that moment, Margie was already reduced to a drooling mass, so lost in her pleasure that she wouldn't have heard the phone if it were right next to her - nor, would she have had the energy to answer it anyway.

Linda sprung into action. Frantically, she tossing away her robe and kicked off her slippers, then threw on a pair of sweat pants and a t-shirt. Running out the door without bothering to put on shoes, she jumped into her car and raced the block and a half over to her friend's house. Huffing and puffing, she ran up the walkway, threw open the front door and jumped into the living room. There before her lay her friend, sobbing and sighing, while Byron continued to pound his cock deep into her cunt.

"YOU BASTARD!" Linda shouted. "Get the Hell off of my friend!"

Linda threw her body forward and tried to grab at the dog's waist. Byron was already very close to cumming in this bitch and nearly had his knot inside of her. He was not going to be denied and growled angrily at Linda, turning his head to snap viciously at her. Linda backed off for a moment, trying to figure out what to do.

Margie turned her head slowly and through her lust-induced fog shakily spoke, "It's ... OK ... Lin ... He's not hurting me." She sighed and turned her head back down towards the floor.

Linda sat back on her hands, giving a few more feet of distance from the dog, dumbfounded by the spectacle before her eyes. Pausing for a moment, she circled around on her hands and knees, away from the dog and towards her friend's head. She reached out to stroke Margie's hair and asked, "Are you sure you're alright? He's not raping you?"

Before she could reply, Margie's body stiffened and her head thrust upwards as she was overtaken by another one of her countless orgasms. "Oh God!" she groaned. Panting, she tried to speak. "Linda, you won't believe how good he is! It's the most amazing feeling I've ever had in my whole life! His cock ... his cock ... is SO HUGE and he just keeps on going and going and going and going! I don't know how many times he's made me cum! You've gotta try him! It's just amazing ... Got to try this." Then she faded off some, adding an additional "amazing." for emphasis.

Linda watched her friend's eyes bug out of her sockets for a brief moment, as Byron managed to force the last inch of his knot up Margie's snatch. It was too much for Linda to sort out in so short a time. Her friend seemed delirious - perhaps in pleasure - perhaps in denial. She had to make sure. Carefully, she crawled back around towards the rear of the dog. Byron growled at her, then ignored her to return to the task at hand. Locked inside of her as he was, he could no longer manage any long strokes. Linda observed her friend's grossly stretched pussy clamping down on the base of his cock. She could feel the heat radiating off their coupled bodies and smell the scent of their combined fluids. Down below, Margie's inner thighs dripped with doggie precum. Mesmerized, her eyes returned to focal point of their union. Margie's juice literally creamed around the dog's shaft and seemed to repeatedly squeeze at him, swallowing him up whole. No, she realized, her friend was not unhappy. This was no fake. This was for real!

Above her hole, she focused on his balls, now swollen to the maximum. Her mouth hung open in disbelief at their sheer bulk. She began to feel turned on. Reaching up gently, she touched his ball sac and tested its fullness. She could practically feel the little puppy sperm swimming inside of his testicles, picking up speed as they circled around and around. Making gentle circles, she massaged his balls and felt their heat.

After more than an hour of sex play, including a few interruptions, Byron was finally ready to unload his spunk into Margie's womb. It was only a matter of

Linda was astonished at his ferocity. She could see his hips buck and feel his balls spasm against her palm as she continued to stroke him. This time she did it more purposely, trying to help the dog pump his gism into her friend's hot pussy. Linda couldn't stand it any more. She was growing so hot and weak from watching this magnificent human-animal coupling. She tore her sweat shirt over her head and ripped her sweats off. While still untangling herself from her pants, she butted her head against his thighs, nuzzling her forehead and cheeks against his balls and getting in a few passes with her tongue around the base of his cock. She tasted his semen as it overflowed the lips of Margie's cunt and found it scrumptious, almost addictive. She needed to have more. Now naked, she crawled underneath the two of them for a better taste.

Margie was already convulsing uncontrollably. When Linda's tongue reached the outer lips of her pussy, she shrieked a loud "Eeeeeeeeee- yaaaaaaaa!!!!!" from the overstimulation. Linda just couldn't stop, continuing to lick around the edge of Margie's cunt, as her girlfriend's body jerked spastically. Her own pussy creamed more and more with each passing swipe of her tongue. It was as if she were trying to break the seal caused by Margie's clenching cunt muscles by lubricating the rim, while trying to get more of the delicious doggie juice out. After a couple of minutes of torturing Margie's cunt lips with her tongue, they began to lose their grip.

Byron was also getting a bit overstimulated. Besides, there was now new pussy to investigate, right beneath his very nose. The dark- haired bitch was completely spent and totally dominated. She was no longer any use to him. Struggling some, he pulled backwards. With a mighty pop, his dick pulled free of Margie's still snapping pussy.

Suddenly, Linda's face was flooded by dog sperm. It flowed into her waiting open lips. She swallowed as much as she could. Then it began to overwhelm her, running into her eyes and nose, causing her to choke. The overflow ran down to coat her enormous breasts. She quickly pulled her body out from underneath the two in order to prevent herself from being drowned. Quickly, she grabbed her sweat shirt and started wiping her face clean, licking her lips all the while. She smiled and giggled to herself at the depravity of it all.

Lying there, incapable of movement, Margie slowly turned her head and neck, smiled at her friend and managed one last moment of levity. "Your turn!" she sighed, lifting her arm up, attempting to point. Then she swooned and fell asleep.

Chapter Twenty Two

Linda finally had the chance to eye all of Byron's erection. It was still hard and fully expanded and bright red and hung grotesquely between his haunches. His balls had gone down some but were still twice as huge as any she'd ever seen. She bet that she could get him to fuck one more time, at least. This time, she would be the one experiencing the ecstasy that Margie had known.

And what an amazing stroke of luck it was, having that amazing dick to fuck her whenever she wanted! If he fucked half as good as he looked, she'd be set for life. Here was someone who could be a companion, give her terrific animalistic sex, and dominate her. Yes, the answer to all her prayers had been right under her own nose all along.

Not wanting to take the chance that his erection would wane, she jumped forward and pulled up next to the panting black Adonis. She threw her arms around him and hugged him like he was a big Teddy bear. "Oh Byron! Yes,

Byron would have none of this right now, though. He would fuck her when he was ready, not when she said. Bending his head down, he proceeded to clean up Margie's pussy with a few swipes of his broad tongue.

Holding on for dear life, Linda cried, "But what about ME! You know, Linda, your Master. Remember?" At that comment, the dog stopped his licking, turned his massive head around, and sneered at her. He growled menacingly and snapped in the direction of the hand around his penis. Frightened, Linda jumped backwards, letting go of his schlong. She pulled back several feet away til her butt stopped against a recliner. There she cowered in a ball as Byron turned to complete his clean up of Margie's spent pussy.

After a couple of minutes, he turned towards Linda, satisfied that his first bitch was properly groomed. He was in no rush. After fucking the two young bitches yesterday, he knew that he could easily service more than one at a time, and that they would wait for it. He slowly approached Linda, stalking her in a wolf-like manner. She was paralyzed with fear and he could sense it. Using it to his advantage, he tried to nudge his nose in between her knees. She was balled up in a fetal position and would not open up. Quietly, he growled, and she opened up a few inches for him. Byron began to lick at her inner thighs. After a few moments, Linda began to relax and unconsciously open her thighs wider. Byron nibbled as he licked and Linda continued to acquiesce, beginning to grow hotter. At last, Byron's snout found what he wanted and bore down on her pussy lips. She squirmed at his attack. Then he snarled and she stopped resisting. "OK, OK!" she said in resignation. "Do whatever you want! I'm yours. Just don't hurt me."

Byron, however, was obviously not yet finished fucking with her head. He wanted her to beg for it. He nipped at her pussy lips and she jumped. Then he began to swab at her cunt for real. After a few minutes of his lapping, her resolve caved in and her body started to orgasm. Her first orgasm in two days, long delayed after her lousy time with Jack, caught her almost by surprise. Her butt jumped a foot into the air as Byron tried to stay with her. "Holy Jesus!" she cried with shock. "You ARE good!" Panting with pleasure and relief, she reached out to pet Byron and he finally consented to give her some "sugar". He brought his head up to lick her face, then dropped it back down some to lick her breasts. It tickled Linda and she broke out into a silly giggle. She held out one of her breasts, now dripping from his previous cum, to his mouth, where he proceeded to wash it with his tongue. His spit shine of her aureole made her moan with excitement and her nipple rose to a rubbery hardness.

Feeling naughty now, she paused and said, "Hey, Byron! You wanna see a trick? Look at this!" Then she lifted her other breast up to her mouth and began to lick his dripping spunk off by herself, savoring his wonderful male flavor. "Pretty good, eh?" she smiled.

Byron paused and cocked his head to the side for a moment. In his life, he had done many tricks for humans. This was, however, the first time that one of them had done a trick for him!

He barked once at her. Then, impatiently, he barked again. Linda knew what to do. Turning around she got up on her hands and knees and aimed her butt in his direction, swishing it around. Byron's hard-on had been at full strength for some time now and he needed no further invitation.

He mounted her firm behind. Eagerly, she reached back and under her for his penis. Just as she was about to guide it in, he stuck his meat inside her on his own. Bam!, she felt his mighty cock power up her chute a good five inches. She was already stuffed and momentarily panicked, reaching back, hoping to get him off of her. He felt her struggle and let out a low growl that told her he meant business. She abandoned her struggle and tried to relax.

He pulled out some and his next stroke went in a little deeper. She had never been so stretched in her entire life, and he wasn't even all the way in her. She would have to relax. His strokes were slow and controlled, unusual for a canine, but then again, few dogs ever got such special training on fucking. He knew there would be time to fuck faster once the bitch opened up. Just a few more strokes and she would be ready to take the rest of him.

Linda's vagina began to adjust to his girth. Her pussy manufactured more and more juice to lubricate his entry. With each thrust she began to accept more and more of his length as well. Her pussy clasped over his member and shaped itself around his penis like a glove over a hand. At last, he was in her to the hilt.

"Oh my GOD!" she moaned loudly. She could not believe how filled up she felt. She thought his penis might come out of her mouth at any moment. Testing it out she backed up into him some, wiggling her behind. "U-u-u-u-u-u-gh!!" she grunted. "I can't BELIEVE how good you feel!"

The dog paused, waiting for his cue. Soon, his domination over her would be complete.

"OK, now I'm ready! Let's go! Please, please, please ... FUCK ME!" she begged.

That was what he had been waiting for. Byron cycled his hips and started to repeatedly slam his giant dick into her hungry cunt.

"Oooooohhh!" Linda cooed with pleasure. "Yes, yes, keep fucking me like that! Good doggie! Oh, this is SO GOOD!"

Byron continued to fuck her mercilessly. She was his now - another sold customer - another willing slave in his harem. Anxious to consumate the union, he rushed towards orgasm. With one final brutal slam he shoved his knot past her cunt lips and began to blast her insides with his sperm.

The force of his final penetration took her breath away, lifting her butt and

After convulsing for several minutes afterwards, she lay in a helpless heap, drooling, her cheek scrunched up into the carpet below. A moment of cognition filtered through and she thought to herself, "Fuck Jack! Who needs him! This is WAY better. The best ever! The best ever!!"

Outside the uncurtained window facing the side of the house, the neighbor boys, young Jeff and James Burns, aged sixteen and fourteen, respectively, hi-fived one another. Mimicking the housewife's cries of ecstasy, they chanted "Yes, Yes!!!" to one another, laughing victoriously. Meanwhile, the older Jeff had been videotaping every detail of both women's carnal displays, and the two boys were giddy at the thought of how they could exploit this. TO BE CONTINUED ... Doggie's Bad Manners 5 by LEBEC (bbmm)

Chapter Twenty Three

Jeff and Jimmy Burns were two typically, horny young boys. This particular year, their curiosity had kicked into full gear. Mostly it was the older boy, Jeff, who took the lead. Oh, Jimmy was interested alright, but it was Jeff who was out of his mind, suffering the slings and arrows of outrageous hormones. Over the past month or so, ever since the weather allowed Margie to come out and sunbathe in her backyard, they had taken up their positions peering at her from their bedroom windows. A large tree provided cover for them without obscuring their view. Many days they would be watching her, using binoculars to zoom in on her body. At first, they wasted a lot of time fighting over the binoculars, only to see nothing. Finally they got more organized and began running shifts, one of them getting food or browsing the web, while the other kept a lookout. Eventually, their stake outs began to pay some dividends.

They began to learn her patterns - how she oiled up, what were her most revealing suits, how long it would take her before she dropped her straps, how long she would stay in one position before rolling over, etc.

Margie hated bikini lines but was not comfortable enough to sunbathe nude. Still, accidents were bound to happen and very often a nipple would pop out over the top of a cup, or sometimes an entire breast when she wasn't paying attention or when she was dozing off. When she eventually became aware of her nudity, she would casually cover up, safe in the mistaken assumption that no one could see her anyway.

Jeff was thrilled but kept wanting to see more and more. That was why he had begged his parents to buy him a video camera for his birthday. That was just two weeks ago. Since then, his voyeurism had risen to a new level. Now, using the camera's incredible zoom lens he could gaze right down into her cleavage from above, recording every inch of the swell of her breasts, bringing the sight of her nipples so close he felt he could just about reach out and lick them. Occasionally, he could make out the shadow of her pussy hair poking out the side of her bottoms. Also, it allowed him to release his younger brother from his duties. Now he could put the camera on record, go away for a while and watch the tape later at night. In the privacy of his own room, he could then jack off, using the remote control to fast forward past the boring parts.

He learned how to edit them out and created a new master tape of "Margie Highlights". Then he made digital video captures with his computer and created a secret web site where they were posted for his close personal friends to come and see. Less than a handful of boys knew the web address at all. Often, they would communicate with one another via email, commenting on the various pictures, according to quality and content. Some of the boys feigned disinterest. All of those boys claimed that they had seen far more from their moms or sisters while getting in and out of the shower, etc. In truth they were impressed as Hell, but didn't want to admit it at the risk of appearing to be uncool. Instead, they gave Jeff a hard time. Thus frustrated, Jeff was encouraged to try harder - to get closer - to get something REALLY good. He had just been crouching on the other side of the wooden fence, looking through a knothole he had personally enlarged just that morning when Byron walked in and changed everything.

Young Jimmy had been watching his brother, shaking his head, marveling at his brother's persistence and intensity. He enjoyed jacking off as much as the next kid, but Jeff was something else. Jimmy admired his brother like crazy but felt that, this time, Jeff was going too far. This was just stupid. Surely, there had to be better things to do, like play ball, or video games, at least. When, Jeff quietly motioned for him to come over, he did so reluctantly, not imagining that he would see anything different than he had seen dozens of times before. Once Byron began giving Margie her first doggie tongue bath, he became a believer. They could not let this opportunity slip away. Throwing caution to the wind, their young penises led them to the alleyway where they would eventually film not one but TWO women - in fact, two very beautiful women, performing acts they had never dreamed possible with a large canine. They had really hit the jackpot this time!

Once they returned to their home, they began to scheme. Jeff knew he could finally shut up his smart-assed friends. Maybe he could charge them something like $20 a piece for the privilege of seeing the tape.

He emailed his best friend Logan, another member of the Margie Fan Club, to invite him over for a complimentary "private screening."

Within an hour, Logan and and his younger brother Jason Brown, aged fifteen and thirteen, arrived at their door.

"So, is this for real or what?" Logan began.

"You bet it is!" Jeff whispered aloud. "You ready to see something amazing?"

"Absolutely! Is it OK that I brought my little brother?" Logan asked.

"Sure, but you both gotta be quiet going up the stairs. My mom's having a Girl Scout's meeting with our sister and the rest of the group, OK?" Jeff insisted.

"Sure thing," Logan replied, and they all stole their way up the stairs.

Once safely inside the bedroom, Jeff closed the blinds and curtains to bring darkness to the room. He set up the video and dramatically announced, "Alright gentlemen, it's SHOW TIME!"

Jason pointed, "It's Mrs. Johnson!"

"That's right, kid! And she's lookin' real good too," Jeff added.

As the first scene of Margie sleeping while sunbathing began to unfold and drag on, Logan became impatient. "Come on Jeff, this is no different than the videos you usually take! No ones gonna pay $20 for this lame shit! I wanna see some action!"

"OK! OK! Keep your shirt on. It gets going` soon." Grabbing the remote, he fast forwarded it to the part where Byron began to lick her pussy.

"Now, that's more like it!" Logan stated.

"Wow! This is so cool!" young Jason added.

"Just wait," Jimmy piped in. "It gets even better!"

As the scene shifted to Margie's sensual striptease inside the house, the room grew painfully quiet. Each boy found himself shifting in his spot. Four boys simultaneously adjusted their hardons inside of their pants and a quiet chorus of groans was barely perceptible.

"Oh my God, look at her checking out his thing! Is she gonna....??? I can't believe she's grabbing onto it!!!" Logan shouted.

"Shush, keep your voice down. My mom and the girls are just downstairs. You wanna get us busted?" Jeff reprimanded.

"OK, OK, but I can't believe what I'm looking at!" Logan said, hearing his own voice fading away.

"I know," Jeff agreed. "I was there and I still can't believe it. Just keep it down till the show's over."

Within minutes, Jeff took his cock out and began stroking himself. The other boys followed suit as Jeff paused only long enough to pass around the tissue box. For the rest of the movie, they were mostly quiet, although the sight of Margie getting fucked and writhing in ecstasy definitely made an impression on the young boys. Each of them came within moments of that first wild climax. Sheepishly, Logan and Jason zipped up, taking some comfort that the darkness of the room concealed their nudity.

Soon after, though, the sight of Linda's boobs brought gasps of surprise from the Brown boys. They weren't aware that there was to be a whole second act to the play they were watching. Within minutes, new erections were inspired all around and, before long, the tissue box was completely emptied.

At the conclusion of the movie, Jeff paused long enough to give everyone time to zip up, then turned on the light and asked, "So guys, how was it?"

"That was the greatest thing I've ever seen!" Logan proclaimed.

"Yeah! That was amazing!" Jason added.

Jimmy added, "Did you check out the tits on the blonde?"

"Never mind that," Jeff interjected. "After all that spying I did of Margie, just hoping to catch a glimpse of her nipple, did ya ever think that we would be watching her fucking a dog?"

"Buddy, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed any of it. That was the greatest porno flick I ever saw. Wait'll I tell the others about this. You could make a fortune showing this to the guys!" Logan said enthusiastically.

Then Jeff stood up. "Hold off on that for a little bit. For now, let's just keep this a secret. I have an idea I think you'll like better but, first, I gotta ask, do any of you know where we can get hold of a dog?"

"Dude!" Jason piped up. "That's how I've been earning extra money lately to pay for my video games. I've been walking dogs for some of the people in the area."

"Could ya get us a really BIG one? A male, of course," Jeff asked.

"Oh, sure thing. Mrs. Simmons has this big one that I walk all the time," Jason responded.

"So you're sure it's a real big dog?" Jeff asked suspiciously.

"Oh yeah. It's like a big frickin' German Shepherd!"

"And it's a male, right?"

"Are you kidding? Half the time when he walks by a girl, it's all I can do to keep him from jumping up on them and trying to hump their legs. She'll love him!"

"You're not thinkin' what I think you're thinkin', are you?" Logan asked Jeff.

"Well let's just say, if we all play our cards right, there's a good chance we'll all be getting laid this time tomorrow. Now here's what we do ..."

Chapter Twenty Four

Back at the Johnson house, Margie lay in the tub, taking a nice warm bubble bath. Linda had taken her pet back home, as soon as she had been able to stand, that is. Margie had to giggle to herself picturing the image of Linda pulling on her sweat pants while doggie jism dripped down her thighs.

Byron had pranced out of the house much happier than he had in the past, she noted. She imagined he finally felt secure in the knowledge that plenty of pussy awaited him at home. Besides, now that he knew the way, he would always be welcome at her house. She doubted, though, that Linda would ever let him out of her sight again, now that she had experienced his wonderful cock. Margie swooned to herself, feeling goose bumps running over her arms and legs underneath the bubbles of her bath. She sighed at the thought of how his penis filled her like she had never been filled before. Her friend Linda was indeed a lucky girl to have such a willing and masterful lover at her beck and call. Margie envied her and wondered what she'd do now that Byron was gone.

She guessed she would take Dan up on his offer to get their own dog, but she knew that it would be somewhat tricky getting what she wanted. She'd have to take a more active role in picking it out than he had up until this point. Then she'd have to figure out exactly how one trains a dog to like pussy.

Of course, little did she know that she had already successfully trained one stud dog all by herself, needing little else besides her own fine and tight pussy to teach him tricks. Margie remembered Dan was already sold on getting a BIG dog. She'd have to make SURE it was a male without revealing to him her ulterior motives. She couldn't risk letting on that she really was totally hooked on doggie dick.

"My God!" she thought. "I don't know how I'm going to manage to keep this a secret from Dan. Somehow, I'll have to find a way." TO BE CONTINUED Doggie's Bad Manners 6 by LEBEC (f/dog)

Chapter Twenty Five

Linda was not recovering nearly as well as Margie had. Her drive back home with her new lover was filled with both guilt and confusion. She did not know how she would face her friend Margie again, feeling a sense of revulsion at what she had just seen her friend do, and a sense of shame that she had allowed herself to be swept up into the experience as well. Surely, this could not happen again. She couldn't allow it. Yes, she would just have to take Byron back to the pound. Of course, she could never tell anyone why she was returning him. He would just have to be someone else's problem from now on, she thought.

And what the Hell was she going to do about her daughter, she wondered? Should she confront her with the digital photos she had or would she return the camera and pretend like she didn't know what had happened. If she brought the dog back to the pound, what would she tell Dana? From the pictures, she could tell that Dana was obviously having a great time. Would her daughter hate her forever for taking away her first lover?

It was all just way too much for her to deal with at the time. She was still in shock from the experience. The dog's cum still dribbled down her thighs. She decided she needed to get cleaned up and take a nap before taking on all of these hard questions. Upon arriving home, she got the dog out of the car and tied him up outside. Then she returned the camera to Dana's room. Finally, she showered, crying all the while. She took a strong sedative and got into bed. Within minutes she was out cold.

Chapter Twenty Six

Within the hour, Dana arrived back home, shopping bag in hand. Seeing her mom's car outside in the driveway, she attempted to sneak in through the backyard. Unfortunately, Byron was out there too and began to gently bark at her to get her attention. Fearing discovery, she untied the animal and lead him cautiously into the house. She deposited the dog and her bag in her bedroom and tip-toed around to check on her mom. Her mom's bedroom door was open a crack. As she peered into the opening, she was relieved to discover her mother snoring soundly. Pushing open the door a little more, she saw the vial of pills on her mom's night table alongside a glass of water. Having seen those pills there before, she knew what to expect. Her mom wouldn't be up for hours and she could have the rest of the place all to herself. Confident she had the place to herself, she returned to her room to try on her new clothes and have a little fun.

Up to this point, Dana hadn't given her mom's camera a single thought until she spotted it sitting on the bed. Her heart gave a start and she leaped out to grab it. Looking over at Byron, sitting obediently in the corner, she said, "It's a good thing Mom didn't see this when she got home. If she had, we would have been major busted!" She laughed, "Thank God. It looks like she just went into her room and crashed."

She went over to her computer and proceeded to dump the contents of the camera onto her hard drive. Then she renamed the files and hid them away. Finally, she deleted the pictures from the camera's memory and returned it to her mother's office.

Returning to her room, she closed the door by leaning her back, hands, and butt against it. "Whew! That was close. I can't believe I forgot to put that away. What was I thinking?!"

She walked over to her computer, put on some music, and started a program that automatically displayed the entire series of photos, one after another, and looped to the beginning of the batch continuously. She admired the shots for a moment, beginning to get turned on by them. Then she returned to her bag to start her fashion show.

She pulled out a new teal colored silk teddy, held it up by the straps and held it up over her torso, posing for a moment. Then she angled herself so that she could see herself in her full length mirror and draped it over the bed. Quickly, she pulled her top over her head and unsnapped her bra.

Immediately, Byron sat up in his corner. He remembered how nice the young yellow haired bitch with the big soft front looked and how tight she felt. He wagged his tail in appreciation.

Dana picked up the teddy and, once again, pressed it against her torso, admiring herself in the mirror. This was really going to look fantastic, she thought. As she felt the material gliding along her hardening nipples, she smiled at her newfound confidence. Yes, her friend Christy had certainly helped her get over her shyness. Now, she wondered if she would have the nerve to contact Big Dale by herself. She was sure he'd be impressed. Heck, since the photos had turned out so well, she and Christy had discussed the possibility of making their own video and sending it to him. She posed some more, wiggling her hips, and paused only long enough to sigh pleasantly for a moment. She stopped when she realized that she just had to see it on her again. She held the teddy over her head and began to pull it down over her breasts.

Byron did not miss a single move, admiring the swell of her young upthrust C cups as she raised her arms in the air. Still maintaining his distance, he stood in place.

Dana struggled slightly to pull the material over her firm swelling mounds but, finally the soft silky top fell somewhat snugly into place. Dana bent forward, admiring the V-shaped front and how it caused the eyes to want to dive into her cleavage. The boys would go nuts if they ever saw her in this. She'd have to remember this when it was time to audition, she thought. Yes, she and Christy had made a bet that, after their 16th birthdays, they would go down and audition at the Raven's Nest, a local topless bar. They were sure that, between Dana's tits and Christy's ass (oh, yes, and a couple of fake IDs, of course) there would be no stopping them from getting a job.

She giggled to herself at the evil plot, and enthusiastically pulled down her shorts and kicked off her shoes. Seeing her little girl cotton underwear clashing so horribly with her new outfit, she decided to go all the way and pulled them off too. Satisfied, she posed and danced to her reflection, growing hotter, oblivious to the rest of the world.

Byron was definitely interested now. He picked up on her sexy scent. His long member filled with blood and he was hard and ready to play. Quietly, he crossed the room and snuck up behind her. At one point, when she was bending slightly forward, he caught sight of her beautiful hot butt and poked his snout right up into her crotch.

Startled by his cold wet nose, Dana turned around, saw who her molester was and broke out into a laugh. "Oh, Byron, you little sneak. So, what do you think of my new top? Like it?" She thrust her breasts out at him.

Byron barked his approval, or possibly, impatience.

"Yes, I bet you do you, little devil you." Dana bent down to scratch him behind the ears. Byron raised his head up to receive her petting for a moment and then pressed his snout up into her crotch again. As he nuzzled in between her legs, he took a big swipe with his tongue at her pussy.

Dana swooned for a moment. "Oooh, you bad doggie. Didn't you get enough yesterday?"

Byron responded by redoubling his efforts and started licking her pussy in earnest.

Dana loved the attention but was slightly alarmed by his slobbering. "Byron, cut it out! You're gonna get my new top all wet!" She pushed him away and, in so doing, fell backwards onto her firm buttocks, her legs falling open.

"Jesus Christ, Byron, ooooh..." she squealed. As he kept up his attack, her resolve disintegrated. "Alright, alright, just give me a second to get this off!" She struggled to pull the teddy over her head, her balance teetering about. Still, Byron remained glued to her pussy. Tossing the top aside, she settled back on her arms allowing him further access. Dana relaxed some and enjoyed his oral attack. Her juices flowed out onto his laving tongue.

"Ahh," she sighed. "What am I gonna DO with you? You just can't keep barging in here, looking for pussy whenever you feel like it. What would my friends say - alright, except for Christy!" she giggled. Tossing her head back, she creamed all over his tongue. "And you'd better not do this when Mom's around! She'd kill us both, if she didn't have a heart attack first. Ohhhhh...," she moaned as her orgasm approached.

Dana unconsciously rocked from side to side. It started with small, barely noticeable movements in between her clenching buttocks, then gradually grew more and more violent. As Byron's long tongue began to draw more and more of her insides outward, she rocked so hard that her individual butt cheeks rose off the ground - first one, then the other. Her breasts swung from side to side, picking up momentum and rotating with centrifugal force.

"Aaaaauuuuuoooooo!!!!!!!!" she cried out, as he finally tripped her switch. Her orgasm felt stunning and delicious. She shuddered as his tongue kept up its stimulation and collapsed onto her side.

"Good boy!" she reached out to pull him towards her face. Gasping for breath, she shivered in her afterglow. "I can't believe it! I think I just created a monster. My God, that was so amazing! What am I going to do with you!?" Maybe she could figure out some way to train him, she thought - perhaps a special command that only she and Byron would know, just so that he wouldn't go trying to do that to everyone! Then she laughed to herself at the idea of starting a kind of "doggie obedience school." She'd bet Christy would want to go in with her on that!

Dana giggled to herself some more. Byron moved around, his face nuzzling her chest. His prick was now incredibly hard and dripping precum beneath him. Dana felt his tongue slide out and lick all over her boobs. It tickled slightly and she squirmed in place but it was also pleasurable. She rose up on one arm and curled her arm around his neck, pulling him closer and restricting his movement some.

She looked him right in the eye and melted in joked to him, "Did you come here to give Momma a kiss?" Byron did not really understand her question but shot his giant tongue out to lick her face. She felt him slobber on her and it tickled some more. Moving in closer to him, she let her tongue come out of her mouth and met Byron's halfway. "Yes, yes. That's a good boy. Kiss Momma!" she cooed. Byron kept up swapping tongues with her. Dana loved it. She was sure a real boy would kiss much better but her doggie would do pretty well for a start.

After a couple of minutes, she had had enough and felt she needed to get cleaned up. She pulled her elbows in, rolled onto her belly, and then began to rise to her knees. Like a shot, Byron pounced on her back and began to cycle his hips, hoping to hit his mark. Within seconds, his powerful penis found its target and plunged deep within her.

She squealed with surprise as he stuck it to her. At first, she was apprehensive, expecting to feel pain or soreness inside, but there was none. All she felt was sheer pleasure. She panted and moaned as his prick rocked back and forth inside her, her lips forming into a natural "Ooooooh..." The dog settled into a solid rhythm. Within a few cycles, Dana responded by timing her thrusts to match his. She continued to push back against his penetrating rod, taking more and more of his length inside her. She loved how full he made her feel - filling her void totally - completing her. She became obsessed with the task of getting as much inside her as she could. Byron's dick swelled obscenely. His knot was forming rapidly and he pounded forward in an effort to get it inside her. Dana was not even thinking about the knot, per se. She was just trying to stuff as much of his cock inside her as possible and, instinctively, struggled to force her cunt over the base of it. Her orgasm was near but she held off until she could take all every last inch of him inside. She grunted and strained backwards, and finally, his knot forced its way inside her.

With that last mission accomplished she felt her body convulse in orgasm.

Byron howled and shot his load inside her pussy, hanging on firmly to her back. He bucked slightly and her gripping pussy held on. It stimulated the base of his cock from the underside, pulling more cum than usual from him but would not let him out.

Spent, Dana laid her head down on the rug, happy but incapable of movement.

Byron was totally stuck. Although Dana had had enough for the time being, her pussy thought otherwise. Her young, athletic cunt muscles continued to massage him, holding on like a fist. Within a couple of minutes, Byron's prick was stimulated back up to full fighting strength. Unable to release himself anyway, he started back to fucking her again.

After his first few short cycles, Dana rose back up on her elbows, regaining her earlier posture. Her pussy was on fire again. This time, though, her mind and body went into overload. Her eyes went glassy and nearly bugged out of her head. Her jaw went slack and spit dribbled from the corners of her mouth as her tongue loosely hung out. She had no mind left. She could only grunt and groan with each passing fuck stroke. Her young pussy would do all of the thinking for her from now on. It took over sent her into multiple orgasms.

Chapter Twenty Seven

The sound of her daughter's revelry penetrated Linda's room but, as a result of the sedative, she was too out of it to understand its implications. Still, it infiltrated her dreams and influenced their direction. She tossed and turned restlessly. That dog would have to go. She couldn't just let him fuck everything in sight. He had to be stopped. God, he had already had her daughter. She had to protect her child from a life of shame and sorrow.

Of course, her "little girl" was not quite so little any more. Linda noted she had already developed quite "a rack" for her age. Yes, her baby was really growing up. She was a Woman and would, no doubt, put up quite a fight to try to keep her new canine lover. This would not be easy. From the look of those photos - ah, those photos! - she appeared to LOVE it! Well, who could blame her. Hadn't she?!

All the boys would be hounding her daughter from now on. Some might even try to get her to fuck them without condoms, putting her at great risk of pregnancy or disease. At least, Byron had all his shots and couldn't possibly get her pregnant. In her drugged brain, Linda imagined Dana walking around nine months pregnant and claiming that Byron was the father. The silly image caused her to chuckle.

Linda began to relax some and even get a little bit turned on at the thought of her baby having "puppies". As Dana orgasmed in the next room, Linda instinctively reached down and started petting her mound. Maybe he could make some puppies inside her as well. Linda was having flashbacks of her fuck session with Byron now. Moaning to herself and reliving the entire wonderful experience in her mind's eye. She couldn't help herself. It was just too incredible, perhaps THE most incredible fuck of her life. How could she ask her daughter to give that up? Fuck, how could SHE give that up?

The external stimulation of the sounds of sex emanating from the other room, her own internally created fantasies, plus the stimulation of her own hand sent her into her own orgasm. As she wildly thrashed about in the sheets, she finally woke herself up.

She doubled over and sat up on the side of her bed. My God, what a dream, she thought! It must have been that pill she took - but wait - the sounds were still going. Maybe she hadn't imagined it at all. Still confused and foggy-eyed, she rose from her bed and followed her ears to her daughter's room.

Chapter Twenty Eight

In Dana's room, the madness continued. Byron was still tied inside of her pussy, while Dana continued to shake in orgasm. It was almost painful for her as her orgasms were forced upon her, one after the other. She shook uncontrollably and cried out, trying to speak but making little sound.

Byron was faltering as well. It had been a long day for him and if his doggie balls weren't totally empty yet, they were at least close to that stage. Her fisting pussy simply would not let go, though. After the last few days, however, he knew that this was what was expected of him. He knew his job was to make puppies, as many as possible. Obviously, this bitch wanted LOTS and lots of puppies and was not done with him yet. He would just have to be a good boy and keep going for now. He fucked her dutifully with short rapid strokes, feeling her pulse repeatedly around his entire cock. He could probably go on for at least another fifteen minutes.

Linda cautiously turned the knob and cast one eye to the slightly ajar door. Inside, she saw Dana writhing in the throes of orgasm, the dog firmly implanted in her young pussy. A pang of sexual excitement ran through Linda's loins and, perhaps, even a slight pang of jealousy. She took a deep breath, composed herself, and knocked gently on the door as she leaned in through the crack of the doorway.

"Dana, darling, is everything alright?" she asked quietly and calmly.

Dana looked up through glassy eyes, barely able to make out her mother's form, let alone answer her intelligibly. Ordinarily, she might have been startled but, at that moment, she was in another world. All she managed to answer through her grunts was a simple, "I'm OK..."

Trying to sound like a reassuring mom, Linda replied, "Alright, I was just checking. I'll talk to you later Honey." She started to close the door and then remembered to add, "Oh, and try to keep it down some. Mama was trying to sleep. And don't tire him out so much. Save some for me for later!"

Dana answered obediently, "Yes Mom!"

Linda smiled to herself and left, finally closing the door behind her. TO BE CONTINUED Doggie's Bad Manners 7 by LEBEC

Chapter Twenty Nine

Having slept in, Margie rose the next morning feeling absolutely great. Luckily, the night before, Dan had come home late and tired from work. After a quick dinner of leftovers and some small talk about the day's events at work, he fell asleep without any mention of dogs or any other sex-related matters. Margie had been able to escape having to lie about the events of her highly unusual day and did not have to explain why her pussy was so tired out. Stretching out in bed, she now felt refreshed and sexually satisfied. Her mind wandered to the events of the past day and her pussy juiced in response. She frigged her pussy with her own hand and came while images of cocks, some human and some canine, came on her over and over.

After her delicious fantasy, she arose to take on the day. She felt a great spring in her step as she ran her daily errands. Around 3 o'clock in the afternoon, she arrived home and changed into her bikini to grab some afternoon sun in her yard. As she approached the back door she was stopped by the sound of the door bell ringing.

Hurriedly, she shouted, "Just a minute," and scurried to find a robe. Coming up empty, she decided to check the peephole in the front door. Standing there, legs spread apart, hands folded behind his back, wearing shorts, sneakers and a polo shirt was young Jeff Burns. She wondered what he wanted - perhaps to ask if she wanted to have the newspaper delivered or something but figured he looked harmless enough. Besides, it might be fun to give him an eyeful. He always seemed to be struck by her whenever she passed him on the street. Feeling somewhat naughty, she opened the door and posed.

Jeff's jaw fell slack and his eyes nearly fell out of his head. She stood one step above, towering above him, her breasts approximately at his eye level. Seeing her from a distance was one thing, but standing only a few feet from her was immediately intimidating.

"Hi, Jeff. How's everyone at home? Won't you come on in?" Margie asked politely.

"Uh - - - yeah," he finally replied, stepping into the room as if being pulled by a leash. He carried a generic looking plastic bag wrapped around his wrist.

Margie walked back towards the kitchen as Jeff fixated his eyes on her swaying hips and awesome ass. He closed the door behind him without locking it and followed her into the kitchen.

"So, how may I help you, young man?" she said, unconsciously swinging her hips gently. He looked so deliciously embarrassed. Teasing him was going to be fun, she thought.

"Well, I, uh, wanted to, uh..." He seemed to be losing his nerve. He was certain he could not go through with it. His brother and his friends were hiding outside, counting on him and waiting for his signal. If he let them down, his reputation would be ruined forever. They would never let him live it down. Yet, as hard as he tried, he could not make his mouth work. He froze in panic, and contemplated running away.

"Is there something you wanted to show me? Is it in that bag?" she offered, trying to help him. Smiling, she reached over to take it from him, pausing only long enough for him to gaze into her cleavage.

Immediately, he popped a boner. Jeff blushed deep red. Margie took the bag and grinned as she eyed his erection out of the corner of his eye. He was so precious, she mused.

"So whatcha got?" she began to open the bag, half expecting there to be some kind of catalog for Girl Scout cookies for his sister. Then she lifted out an unmarked video tape. "What's this?" she asked, now curious.

"It's a.... uh.... a tape I took."

"Of what?"

"Of you, ma'am," he confessed. He shuffled his feet nervously, peering down at the floor.

"Oh, really...." she replied, suspiciously. "Have you been spying on me?"

"Well, I ..."

"You have been, haven't you? You little shit!" Margie paused for a second, wondering just what he knew. "Well, let's see what you've got there, young man."

She walked into the living room, leaving Jeff behind her. As she bent over to put the video into its player Jeff got a great view of her wonderful ass and felt his penis stiffen with renewed interest. Maybe he could go through with this after all. Following the direction his penis was pointing, he stepped into the room.

Margie grabbed the remote control. She sat on the couch and directed him to sit beside her. "Let's see what you've got, you little blackmailer," she said sarcastically.

The video was already cued up to the part where she was being fucked by Byron. As she watched herself being debased on her own TV screen her jaw went slack and her body limp. She knew she had been beaten. Her life was ruined. Her marriage would be wrecked, and all because of this one indiscretion. Dan would never speak to her again. She would lose him and everything she owned.

"I see you've been very busy, you horny little bastard!" she said with contempt. Rising off the couch, she headed for the bar to pour herself a stiff one.

"It's not what you think!" Jeff blurted out. "I didn't mean to make you mad. I just, I don't know, wanted to show it to you. I thought you'd be happy to see it - that it would turn you on." Jeff was frantically trying to come up with a rationale that would put a good spin on it. Scheming with his friends was one thing but, being face to face with her and actually trying to make her do something against her will was not what he had in mind. He couldn't bring himself to do that to her now and felt bad about being there at all.

Margie listened to his words through confused ears. The alcohol hit her hard,

Weakly, she began, "Jeffrey! You know, if my husband ever found out you had that video he'd be furious!"

"Aw shucks, Mrs. Johnson! You know I'd never say anything to him." He stood up and faced her. I swear, I really didn't come here to make any trouble for you with your husband. It's just that you're so pretty and everything and I watch you whenever I can. I was just watching you from my room as you were sunbathing and I just wanted to see what you were up to when the dog came by. I was just curious, that's all. Please don't hate me. You were just so sexy, and when I saw you with the dog, I practically came in my pants!"

The kid was gushing but he seemed sincere, Margie noted. She also noted that his boner still tented his pants. To be so young and constantly hard, she mused. What a cross to bear! Actually, it was kind of cute. Well, at least she seemed safe from blackmail but she had to be certain he wouldn't change his mind.

Taking a huge swig from her glass, she returned to the couch and motioned him to sit down again. This time she cozied up close to him. "So, will this be our little secret? 'Cause, you know, if my husband found out he would kill us both!"

"Oh, I swear to God! I'd never tell him," he answered, quietly.

Margie was on the offensive now. Wriggling her body on the couch she rubbed her thigh alongside his. "So, you really liked watching me, did you?"

"Uhuh," he nodded, staring straight ahead at the television.

"And I see it makes you very horny. Is that from looking at the video or being here with me?" She ran her fingernail up his thigh.

Looking out of the corner of his eye, he stumbled, "Uh, yes, I mean no, I mean both, I mean..."

"It's OK, Precious. Actually, I'm honored to have a fine strapping lad such as yourself interested in an older woman like me. It makes me feel young and desirable."

At that moment, Margie heard her own voice on the television, wailing in orgasm. It was really starting to get to her, and the alcohol was causing her to drop her inhibitions as well. "Well, I guess I should thank you then for bringing me such a special gift as this tape. Is there any way I can make it up to you?"

Bringing her hand up to rest on his bulge, she felt his rock hardness. "I suppose it wouldn't do to have you leave with THAT sticking out all over the place. What would the neighbors think?! We'll have to do something about that."

She unzipped his fly, and in a flash, fished out his hard six inch cock. "Well, look at what we've got here. What a nice surprise!" With that she bent down and took him into her mouth. He was already leaking precum and Margie found it to be delicious - oh, not as good as the doggie cum but, somewhat sweet and perhaps more delicate than Dan's grownup spunk. Yes, this wasn't going to be so bad after all, she thought. As she dove in to her work her pussy heated up more and more. With each bob of her head, more and more pussy juice began to drip between her legs.

Jeff groaned in ecstasy, completely dumbfounded but silently repeating the words, "YES, YES, YES!" in his head. His head twisted about in ecstasy. This was a fantasy come true. He wondered how he might get her to fuck him too. Reaching under her, he cupped one of her breasts through her bikini top and fumbled around until he got her boob out of the cup. Her bare boob in his hand stimulated her and caused her to increase her suction. Jeff was going out of his mind and, without warning, found himself cumming prematurely into her hungrily sucking mouth.

"Uhhhhhh ... my god," he grunted as his dick began to flood her mouth.

Taken back with surprise at the force of his pent up sperm, she backed off of his penis while still holding it in her hand. She did so in time to see his hard young prick begin to fountain it's spunk a good foot into the air. Holding on tightly she was impressed with its ability to maintain its force even after its first few squirts. As cum drenched her fist, she leaned in again to lick around the corona of his dick while it continued to wildly spurt. His cum drenched her cheek and hair as she lapped around the edges. She was cleaning off his cum as quickly as he squirted. He came at a rate that seemed like "forever" to him but was probably still only about thirty seconds. When he finally ran out of steam, he collapsed in place, drunk with satisfaction.

Margie continued to lick her lips like the cat that got the cream. Yes, maybe she would invite this young stud over again. His cum was yummy and she was sure she could teach him to hold off long enough to take care of her needs as well. Of course, he was no match for Byron in the prick department, and much smaller than her husband as well, but he did have certain talents, including his youthful energy and his prodigious cumming. Of course, she wouldn't have to worry about getting pregnant. Also, she was fairly certain that this young stud was a virgin and therefore not yet capable of passing her any diseases. Yes, it would be fun to feel that little spunk rocket of his spraying her insides full of cum. She smiled to herself, horny as can be but satisfied for now with her new boy toy.

Jeff couldn't get the smile off of his face. In a dreamlike state he said, "Gosh, Mrs. Johnson, your mouth felt so-o-o-o good around my dick, even

"WHAT did you say?" Margie exclaimed, suddenly angered. "What did you mean when you said WE?"

"Oh," he stammered, realizing his blunder. "Did I say WE? No, that's not what I meant."

"Oh yes, you did. I specifically heard you say '...when WE were watching you...'! So who ELSE saw this tape?"

"Uh, nobody. Just my best friend Logan but, he's an OK dude. Oh, and his little brother Jason. Oh, and my little brother Jimmy was there when I taped it, but that's it. I swear it."

At that moment, the doorbell rang, just as they had originally planned. "That would be them I guess. I told them I'd be here. Please don't be mad."

"Don't be mad?! I'm gonna kill you, you little punk. Now stay there and I'll check and see who it is - and zip up your fly in case it's NOT them. I'll deal with you later!" Quickly, she ran to get a towel to wipe off her face. Then she wrapped it around her head and answered the door. TO BE CONTINUED ... Doggie's Bad Manners 8 by LEBEC (m+b+F best)

Chapter Thirty

Sure enough, two of the boys were waiting at the door, Jeff's brother Jimmy and his friend Logan. Each stood wearing cotton shorts and and tank tops, hands in their pockets, and crotches thrust forward. Casually, they stepped inside, looking around curiously.

"Won't you come in?" Margie said sarcastically, after the fact.

"Sure thing, ma'am," Logan answered, oblivious to her tone. "Is my friend Jeff here?"

"Oh, he's here alright! In fact, he's...."

At that moment, Jeff interrupted, stepping into the room. "Hey Dude, I see ya made it! Say, where's your brother?" he asked.

"He got a little hung up, I believe. He should be here soon, though, with the other 'supplies'."

"That's great. I was just telling Mrs. Johnson here about how much we all admired her work."

Margie felt like shrinking into a corner.

"Oh yes, we enjoyed it very much! We couldn't believe how sexy you looked in the tape. We loved it, didn't we, Squirt?!" Logan said to young Jimmy.

"Definitely. You're our idol, the prettiest lady in the neighborhood!" Jimmy nearly squeaked.

Well, the kids had balls. That was for sure - but in a way they were at least kind of cute. Her anger faded some with the compliment. They faced her again as she eyed them up and down. Her eyes unwillingly drifted down to their crotches where - could it be? - they appeared to not be wearing underwear beneath their light cotton shorts! Her eyes went wide at the sight of their cute semi-hard penises outlined in their sheer short pants.

It had been Logan's idea for them to ditch their shorts before Jimmy and he set out to meet up with Jeff. Their eyes caught her checking them out and both penises responded by puffing up to nearly full hardness.

Jeff interjected, "It looks like my friends brought you something you like. Why don't you guys let Margie say Hello to our little friends?" He laughed.

"Sure thing, Boss!" Logan kidded back at his friend. They began to whip out their cocks.

Margie couldn't believe how they spoke about her as if she wasn't even there. Strangely, she found herself drawing hypnotically closer to the arrogant little bastards. "It must've been the alcohol", she thought. "It was clouding her thoughts. Oh, shit! What was she going to say anyway? They held all the cards, really. As long as they had the tape, they could dictate to her the terms. Oh, she could put up a fuss but, ultimately, it was useless to resist. She would just have to play their game and see where it lead. Besides, taking care of two more would be no worse than what she had just done. Maybe she could get away with just giving them blowjobs too and that would be the end of it", she hoped.

"You boys drive a hard bargain!" was all she could manage to say before kneeling down in front of them to take one young dick in each hand. She stroked each of their already hard members as she looked up towards their faces. Simultaneously, they pulled their shirts over their heads, kicked off their sneakers, and stepped out of their shorts and underwear. She released her grip only long enough to allow them to finish their strip, then grabbed hold again. The boys stood there wearing only their white sweat socks, their young hard bodies and flat stomachs causing her to swoon. In her right hand, she held Logan's penis, a five incher but with a nice wide mushroom shaped head, and in her left she held young Jimmy, a diminutive version of his brother Jeff at four inches.

With a sweaty hard cock in each hand, she began to feel drunk with power. She leaned in to rub them on either side of her clavicle, rubbing the beginnings of their precum on her upper chest like twin joysticks. Alternately, she moved them up and down, then raised herself up so that they could paint the upper slopes of her breasts with their fluids. Each of the boys pulled a strap down off of her bikini top, to allow for further access downward. As the penises approached her areolas, she thrust her head back and the towel on her head started to come loose. Logan helped remove it the rest of the way and Margie shook her short hair out. Finally, she reached her nipples and bored them inwards like someone putting a plug into a socket. The effect for her was electric as well. Precum leaked profusely out of both dicks. Her nipples extended fully and grew hard from their special stimulating cream. She continued to rub them around like that for another 30 seconds or so before she grew frustrated and let go long enough to unsnap her top and remove it completely.

During that brief intermission, Jeff volunteered, "Perhaps we'd all be a bit more comfy in here - in the living room."

Margie continued to strip out of her bottoms. Almost in a trance, she replied in a slow monotone, "Yes, the living room - that's a good idea." Not wanting to let their lovely penises go, she turned around and gripped a dick in each hand. Then she lead the two young boys behind her into the living room.

Once there, she quickly resumed her kneeling posture and pulled both boys inwards and at angle to her so that she could rub both penises against the sides of her face. The friction got each boy to ooze out precum again, which she used to paint each of her cheeks. As she was overcome with the pungent yet sweet scent of boy cum, she opened her mouth and began to gobble the heads of their penises into her mouth.

Both boys gasped with delight. Each of them was receiving their first blowjob ever and they were amazed at how divine it felt.

Margie was having the time of her life, really going to town on the two youngsters. She loved the small chiseled look and feel of little Jimmy's cute cock but REALLY loved the sucking slurp created by the wide flared head of Logan. She'd bet that could really make a woman feel "hung up" inside, almost like Byron's knot, she mused. Playing telephone between the two boys she continued her powerful sucking. She was ravenous, and sucked for all she was worth.

Behind her, Jeff could now see her fine ass fully exposed, her wet pussy puffing out and winking back at him. His dick was back to full hardness and ordered him to go closer. He stopped a couple of feet behind her and crouched in to get a close up look at her snatch.

Experimentally, he poked his index finger into her smoldering hot pussy. Margie felt the penetration but did not miss a beat. She was much too engrossed in giving head to stop. As Jeff was now able to trace the proper path for his penis, he rose up onto his knees and crawled in till his dick was within an inch of her pussy opening. Nervously, he reached down, grabbed his dick and placed it between her pussy lips.

Before he could thrust forward, her pussy instinctively thrust back, gobbling up his five inches and separating him from his virginity in a flash. Jeff looked down in disbelief as his penis disappeared into her hole but only paused for a moment before thrusting back at her. As he slammed into her, she squealed with delight, her mouth stuffed with cock.

Almost immediately, Jimmy lost it. The sight of his big brother hammering into Mrs. Johnson from behind was more than he could take. "Alright Bro! Fuck her!" he cried out, vicariously swept up in his brother's conquest. His little peter began to spurt.

Margie had her lips wrapped around Logan's swelling cockhead but soon learned that the Burns brothers both shared the same talent. At that moment, she was taken back by a forceful shower of cum glancing off her cheek and soaking her back. Little Jimmy craned his neck upwards and groaned in ecstasy as his prick began to wildly hose an uninterrupted stream of cum three to four feet across the room. It bounced off of her buttocks and some sprayed onto Jeff.

"Hey. watch it, Squirt!" Jeff admonished him.

"Oh, sorry!" Jimmy apologized, grabbing his dick and aiming back at Margie's face.

Margie had stopped sucking Logan in order to watch the graceful majestic arcs of his spunker. "Wow!" she thought to herself. "It's a good thing I can't get pregnant. Between this kid and his brother, they have enough sperm to knock up half of China." She also giggled to herself at Jeff's choice of nicknames for his younger sibling. "Squirt, he called him!" She smiled to herself, "How appropriate?!"

Soon, Jeff got back into rhythm and quickly picked up where he left off. Seconds later, he felt his own balls begin to boil over and started to spray her insides with his cum. He howled at the top of his lungs in orgasm.

The force of his first cum inside of a woman might have been enough to blow most females right off his shaft but Margie was something else as well. Her hungry pussy took his entire load. The feeling of his hot jizz flying inside her hot pussy caused her to convulse in her own orgasm. "Gaaaahhhhhh!!!!!!!!" she cried out as her body spasmed and her insides milked him of every last drop he had to give. Collapsing forward in a heap her head butted Logan's stomach, causing him to fall to his knees.

They all waited for a moment for her to catch her breath. All were fairly patient except for Logan. He still had not cum yet and was worried that he might miss out on his chance. He sat on his butt, leaning back on one of his hands, his legs splayed out on either side of Margie's torso. Gently, he scooted in, till his penis was a mere couple of inches from her mouth. He aimed it at her with his other hand and hoped she would pick up where she had left off. Regaining her bearings, Margie looked at his stiffy and decided she wanted to feel that barbed instrument inside of her. To Logan's surprise she climbed up over his torso pushing him back down to his back. Laying her tits on his chest, she reached back between them and skewered her well lubricated pussy with Logan's pecker. The kid moaned loudly.

Slowly, Margie began to get a second wind, wriggling her butt back down onto

The Burns boys drew back to the couch in order to watch. Moments later, they were startled at the sound of the unlocked door being pushed open. In stumbled young Jason Brown being pulled by an unruly and heavily panting canine.

Chapter Thirty One

Jeff and Jimmy leapt to their feet as Margie continued to fuck Logan, oblivious to Jason's entrance. Quickly, they motioned to him to be quiet and met up with him at the entrance way as Jason closed the front door. Jason peeked into the living room, saw his brother getting laid and quietly bubbled, "Kewl!"

"Shhhhhh," Jeff reprimanded. "You're late! What the Hell happened?" Jeff dragged him and the rest into the kitchen.

"I got a little hung up," Jason said, defensively.

"That's not what I'm talking about! What the Hell is that!" Jeff pointed down at the dog he had brought.

"A Basset Hound?"

"I know it's a goddamned Basset Hound. What d'ya think I am, stupid?! You said you were going to bring a German Shepherd or something?"

"Look, the Simmons' went on vacation and took their Shepherd with them and didn't tell me. I swear to God, I didn't know. This one belongs to their neighbor, the Knudsens. I don't even work for them. I borrowed it from their little girl temporarily. I had to give her five bucks and promise I'd bring it back in a couple of hours."

"I can't believe it. Can't you do anything right? I sent him out to do one thing and he comes back with a fuckin' weiner dog!"

Jimmy interceded. "Come on, Jeff. We can work with him. At least he's a BIG weiner dog. He's just got short legs, that's all."

Jeff took a deep breath and tried to calm down. "Alright, we'll just have to make do with Shorty here. What's his name anyway?"

"Mopsy!"

"What the Hell kind of name is that?"

"Don't ask me. It ain't MY dog. The little girl named him."

"Alright, Mopsy," Jeff said derisively, to the dog. "Let's see what ya got." Mopsy shuffled his feet on the kitchen floor, excited to hear his name spoken. He was ready for fun. Then, to the boys, Jeff said, "Maybe we can kinda sneak him in on her before she notices, it'll be alright. Otherwise, she might just die laughing. We need to create some kind of diversion and hide him till he's ready."

Jimmy volunteered, "Well, I'll go put some music on to cover up the sound, and it looks like Logan is doing a good enough job distracting her."

"Yeah, but that won't be for long. You wouldn't believe how tight she is! It felt so great. I'm impressed he's held out THIS long!" Jeff said.

"Wow! So you really fucked her?" Jason asked in wonder.

"Yeah, we went already. You missed all the fun. Actually, I got to fuck her and Jimmy got a blow job."

"Well, maybe I could go next and try to distract her," Jason asked.

"Keep dreamin', Jerk. You don't even know your ass from your elbow, or a Shepherd from a Basset Hound. It'll be YOUR job to get him ready to fuck her," Jeff ordered.

"But, but...." Jason said to no one in particular. His friends were already headed back to the living room. Looking back, Jeff put his index finger to his mouth to signal for quiet and pointed to the back of the couch for Jason to hide with the dog.

Jimmy breezed by the fucking couple, "Don't mind me. I think I'll just

Margie was not listening, so swept up was she in being skewered by Logan's barbed member. Jeff came in by her side and began to stroke her butt. He reached back to the end table where Margie had left her half finished drink and brought it to her lips so that she could drink. In between gasps, she obediently drank from the cocktail. Jeff returned to stroking her rotating buttocks and then moved his other hand to cup her right breast. On the other side, Brother Jimmy did the same.

Within moments, Margie began to go into overdrive. Her pussy started to spasm and milk Logan's dick mercilessly. He couldn't hold out a second longer. The head of his dick flared, scouring Margie's pussy further and stimulating her to new heights. His penis began to spurt inside her. Then she unexpectedly bucked so high that she uncorked herself from his prick. The rest of his spunk liberally coated her butt crack. Margie collapsed and fell off to the side of Logan. The boy rolled the other direction to avoid her dead weight. Jeff put his hand on her hip to put her on her belly again as Margie lay there panting. Her head began to swim.

Jeff continued to play with her butt and casually lifted up some of Logan's spunk with his index finger, running it around her rosy asshole. He continued to lubricate her and gently inserted his index finger into her yielding hole. Amazed that his finger gained entrance so easily, he explored her hole, stretching it out experimentally. Margie moaned and pressed back unconsciously against his probing digit.

"Hey, Squirt! Check it out!" he said to his little brother Jimmy. "I bet I know what might fit up there. Why don't you do the honors? I think she's ready for it and you haven't fucked her yet."

Jimmy didn't have to be told twice. Quickly, he scooted behind her helpless body and slipped his small but solid penis into her butt hole.

From behind the couch, Jason was growing impatient. Deferring to the older boys was one thing but having to watch Jimmy get his nuts off while he hid behind the couch with some dumb dog was another. Besides, something really unprecedented was beginning to happen to him. He couldn't put his finger on it but somehow the scene in front of him was affecting him in a way he had never experienced before. Sure he had seen plenty of porn in his brief years, but there was something about being in the same room with a live naked woman that was having causing a profound difference in his usual level of arousal. Perhaps it was the closeup look he was getting or, maybe - just maybe, it was the scent of sex that permeated his brain? All he knew was that his pants seemed to fit tighter than they ever had before. His bulge seemed somehow strangled within his shorts. It was almost painful for him.

Desperately, he poked his head out from behind the couch, as if he were asking Jeff permission to get closer. Margie faced the other direction but Jeff saw him starting to get antsy. Jeff motioned for him to begin jacking off the dog. Jason just shook his head No. Jeff motioned again, this time more emphatically, making a fist at him as well. Jason backed down for a moment and reluctantly began to jack the young male Basset Hound off. The dog lay on his back squirming and his dick began to distend from it's sheath. Jason kept looking at the others, his heart definitely not in his work.

Then, he heard Jimmy howl as his balls burst and he began to flood her anal passage with sperm.

Chapter Thirty Two

Jason couldn't take it any longer. He jumped up from behind the couch and ran to take his place in front of Margie's mouth. Through bleary eyes, she looked up in surprise at this young newcomer, knowing that she would do whatever he asked as well. He unzipped his fly and struggled to release his tortured member from the confines of his briefs.

At that moment, everyone in the room was startled as they looked upon young Jason. There, sticking out from his thirteen year old lower torso was a fat seven inch dick.

As the others watched dumbfounded, Jeff cracked, "Geez, Kid! We didn't know you had it in ya!"

Just as shocked as the rest, Jason retorted, "I didn't know either. It usually doesn't get anywhere near as big as this!"

"He must be inspired!" Logan joked.

"Never mind that, it's beautiful!" Margie gushed and proceeded to dive in and suck it.

"Oh, my God!" Jason shouted as Margie sucked furiously on his prick.

After only a minute or so, Margie pulled her lips off his schlong and cried, "I've got to feel that inside me!" Practically dragging him to the ground and pulling him underneath her, she climbed on top of his dick and slid it swiftly up into her snatch.

"Ahhhhh...." she sighed as she felt him fill her up inside. She quickly started rocking up and down on his pole. She knew she would find time in the future for this precocious kid. In fact, she wouldn't be surprised if she were to soon be hearing gossip regarding many other women in the neighborhood falling in love with the young boy with the man-sized dick.

Quickly, Jeff replaced Jason at Margie's mouth. She was on fire once again, and her passion was out of control. Jimmy and Logan kneeled on either side of

As Jeff surveyed the scene from his standing position, he saw the dog anxiously pacing about. Christ, he had nearly forgotten all about Mopsy. Hanging from between his legs, fully extended from his sheath was a piece of doggie meat as long and fat as the animal it was attached to. Jeff thought, "Who knew?!" and motioned the dog to come closer by clapping his hands. The dog waddled over and began to sniff Margie's butt. Margie continued to fuck, oblivious of the animal's presence. Jimmy and Logan looked up to Jeff for instructions. At his signal, they each grabbed a leg of the dog and pulled him up on Margie's back. Reaching back, Jimmy grabbed the dog's penis and inserted it into her well-lubricated butt hole.

Her mouth full of penis and her pussy stuffed with boy-cock, Margie could only grunt in surprise as the dog began to rapidly fuck her nether hole. Jimmy held on to aid in the dog's penetration. The dog began to hammer into her, slobbering upon her back. Jimmy grinned at the knowledge that he had just been in that hole only moments earlier. Logan held on to Margie and the dog's butt, assisting in the animal's first human penetration. Mopsy wagged his tail, clearly enjoying this new experience. He kept it up for a few minutes, then howled soulfully. His balls erupted and his doggie penis shot wad after wad of doggie cream into her body. A new star was born!

Eventually, Jeff and Jason came, nearly passing out from the exertion. Jimmy looked over and spotted that Mopsy was still hard. They all dragged the novice lady fucker and pulled him over Margie's torso. They grabbed his hanging throbbing hardon and plunged into Margie's exposed cunt. Each boy grabbed a leg of the dog and started rocking him in and out of her pussy while Margie moaned helplessly.

Mopsy began to get the idea and, before long, was pistoning in and out on his own. At his height, he could fuck her in missionary position and not even have to crouch. In his doggie brain, he realized he was having fun. In fact, this was the most fun he had ever had. He was sure that he would doing more of this from now on. He was a changed doggie, with a new goal in life - to fuck as many human pussies as possible. After a few more minutes of fucking, he jammed his cock as deep into her as possible and shot scads of hot doggie jism up her well-used yet still snapping pussy.

Margie came one last time as well and DID pass out, collapsing on her living room rug, her senses tingling but totally overloaded.

After recovering for twenty minutes or so, Jason reminded everyone that Mopsy had to be returned to his owner. Margie was still reeling, extremely well-fucked but thoroughly exhausted. They cleaned her off with moist paper towels and helped her upstairs to her bedroom, where they placed her on the bed and said their goodbyes. "Thanks again, Mrs. Johnson. That was great!" they each said politely.

"My pleasure," she said. "Drop by any time!" She waved at them and then snuggled into her pillow for a nice long nap. While she slept she smiled and dreamed of young boys and doggie dicks.

THE END