Christopher Walsh was eighteen years old and he wanted to be a cowboy and learn to ride a horse, but for the moment he had to settle for a job as a dog-walker. There were a good many dogs on the housing estate because the people who lived there were security conscious. So Christopher was able to get all the dog-walking work that he wanted and, if a dog was not a horse, it was better than say, a cat.
Chris was a tall, lean young man with sandy hair that fell over his brow and an innocent sort of face – despite the fact that he was in the habit of jerking off at least three times a day.
He was still a virgin. The furthest he had ever gotten with a girl was when Betty Jane Humboldt had allowed him to feel her up. And he might have gotten even further except that he had creamed in his pants at the first touch of tit, and naughty Betty Jane had been annoyed with him for wasting such a lovely load of spunk.
Chris had jerked off that morning.
But a subsequent event had brought his admirable young prick springing back to attention. That had taken place when, a short time ago, he had called for the Great Dane. The woman who owned the big dog was a sexy divorcee of thirty, sultry and seductive. Chris had often thought about that lady while jerking off.
Today he had arrived a bit early and she had still been in bed, apparently – for she had answered the door wearing only a set of shorty pajamas. The top clung to her tits, outlining the heavy globes and the stiff nipples. Her legs were splendid. She looked sleepy. When she went to fetch the dog, Chris had admired her bouncy ass and curvaceous hips. He wondered if she realized how sexy she looked to him, and was teasing him – or if she merely considered him a child?
Up came his prick. When she returned with the dog, Christopher tried to conceal his hard-on but, by squirming and jamming his hands in his pockets, he only drew attention to his cock-bulge.
The divorcee had smiled, amused.
For a moment, the lad had thought that she was going to suggest that he use that hard cock on her.
She certainly seemed to be thinking about it.
But in the end nothing had happened and the young man had walked off with the Great Dane and the great hard-on. He was in a quandary. He felt like pounding his prick to relieve the tension, but he remembered how he'd angered Betty Jane when he'd creamed in his jeans. And he was still hoping that the attractive divorcee might seduce him later, when he brought the dog back. If there was a hope of that, the boy certainly didn't want to waste a fine hard-on and spill his jism by hand. Still, it was uncomfortable with his cockmeat bloated and pounding in his jeans, and the thought of getting it emptied was pleasant. If only he could be sure about the woman's intentions.
In fact, if Chris had known about the divorcee's inclinations, he would have been harder and hotter than ever. She kept the Great Dane more for companionship than protection, and had bought the dog as soon as she separated from her husband. While waiting for her divorce to be settled and alimony granted, she had not thought it wise to entertain men and, therefore, had entertained the dog.
She had trained the dog to lick her cunt and found it an avid learner. She had thought it would be only a temporary arrangement, until the divorce went through, but soon she realized that the dog gave such good head that she decided to continue with the bizarre arrangement. She dated men now and often got fucked, but she still had the pleasure of canine tongue several days a week.
Usually, that was as far as it went. The dog would lick her pussy until she creamed and then she would jack the brute off to keep him happy, rewarding him for his cunt-lapping. Once or twice she had let the brute fuck her, when she was in a particularly depraved mood. She liked to hear the way he panted when he was mounted behind her, fucking his prick up her cunt doggy-fashion, and she loved to feel his hot cum squirt into her pussy.
Chris, of course, did not realize that the dog he was walking was more sexually experienced than he, himself.
But the dog knew all about women.
And the dog was a lot less surprised than the boy was when Veronica beckoned them to her home…
The sexy redhead had put her semi-transparent gown on to go to the door and she looked even sexier than the divorcee as she signaled, smiling, to the horny young man.
He hesitated. The Great Dane stiffened and sniffed, then began to wag his tail. His tongue lolled out over his jaw and – to Christopher's horror – the dog's prick began to get hard. Chris was still struggling to conceal his own hard-on. He was embarrassed. He blushed bright red. Yet what could he do but hope?
He strolled over to the house.
Christ! He could see right through her black negligee! Oh, Lord! She was looking at the front of his pants! But she didn't seem shocked or anything, and she continued to smile.
"Hello, young man," she said.
"Err – hi," he said nervously.
"I was wondering if you might like a cold drink or something. It's a hot day to be walking a dog."
"Gee – sure," he said.
"Come on in."
He hesitated, glancing at the animal.
"Oh, bring the doggy in, too – I'm sure he'd like something, as well," she said. She giggled suggestively.
Chris and the dog went into the house.
Then he got a real shock for, although Veronica had put on a negligee to go to the door, Linda had not dressed. She was standing there wearing boots and a Stetson – and nothing at all between them.
Christopher's eyes bulged out like hard-boiled eggs.
The dog began to whine.
The two tall girls regarded each other, grinning.
Were they some sort of perverts? Did they get their jollies by teasing horny teenaged boys?
Veronica slipped her negligee off again.
Chris looked back and forth between them. One was as beautiful as the other. Could he fuck one of them? Both of them? His prick was bucking like a bronco.
The dog was looking back and forth between the two women, as well. With his canine instincts he could sense that these were two very randy human bitches. Being a mere dog, he didn't have a well-developed sense of fidelity and it never occurred to him that he would be cheating on his mistress if he made it with these girls.
"What's your name, young man?" the redhead asked.
"Chris," he said.
They introduced themselves.
"And what's the nice doggy's name?" Linda asked.
"Brutus," Chris said.
"We didn't really invite you in for a cold drink," Veronica admitted, eyeing the boy speculatively.
"I might like a nice hot drink," Linda added, and the girls giggled as they exchanged glances.
"What do you want?" the boy asked uneasily.
"Well – you may think that we're terrible naughty, but we want to fuck your dog!" Linda giggled.
It was so unexpected that, for a moment, the meaning of those words did not register on the lad.
Then he gasped.
"My dog?" he croaked.
"Um – hum. Okay?"
"You can watch," Veronica said.
"Oh, yes, we want you to watch. That will be half the fun of it. I'm sure you'll be interested."
"And if you're a good boy, maybe I'll suck your cock," Linda added, licking her lips.
Chris almost fainted.
The redhead said: "You see, Chris, Linda and I have been sucking each other off and it made us hot for cock."
Depravity upon depravity.
Chris staggered, his jaw hanging open like the dog's.
"Well?" Linda asked him.
His voice failed him. When he opened his mouth, only a squawk came out. He nodded, instead. He had never even dreamed of a situation like this one – but he sure as hell was not going to pass it up!
Nor was the Great Dane. The brute's big prick was swollen now and the slippery red cock-knob was squeezing out from the furry sheath. His balls were bloated with spunk. The divorcee had not jacked him off for several days now and Brutus was eager to fuck.
"Let's go into the bedroom," Veronica suggested.
The girls went first. Boy and beast followed. Chris noticed the dildo on the floor, slathered with cunt juice. But by this time, nothing could shock the boy.
The two girls were having a great time, giggling and teasing him. But they were not cock-teasers. Now that they had decided to do it, they were both determined to see it through to the end. They stood on either side of the virgin boy and began to undress him.
Chris was whimpering with expectation. His fists were clenched at his sides, his face contorted by tension.
The dog had moved off to one side, trailing his leash and eyeing the humans with interest. His prick was like a heated crowbar under his shaggy belly. He was hoping that these women were the sort who fucked, rather than merely gave hand-jobs as a reward.
Linda had taken Christopher's cock out.
She handled the boy's cock, stroking and rubbing. She hauled his bloated balls out and seemed to be weighing them in her palm, as if trying to judge how much jism they held.
"Oh, what a lovely cock he has," she whispered.
Veronica began to finger his cockhead.
"Shall we suck him off or let him fuck us?" she asked.
"Or both?" Linda said.
"Yeah!" Chris rasped.
Now that they were playing with his prick, the boy was gaining confidence and losing his shyness. These girls might well be perverted and depraved, but it had become apparent that they were not cock-teasers and the lad was thrilled to know that he was about to lose his virginity.
They continued to undress him, taking turns stroking his cock, until he was naked.
Brutus growled, feeling neglected.
In fact, the girls had gotten so interested in the teenaged boy, that they had temporarily forgotten about the dog. His growl reminded them of his presence – and that the boy was only secondary. Young men could be sucked and fucked with regularity, if a gal chose – but dogs were not so easy to come by.
"You'll have to wait your turn, Chris," Linda said.
Jeez! Were they serious about fucking the dog? The boy couldn't believe it.
The women gazed at each other thoughtfully.
"Who's first?" Veronica asked.
They hesitated for a moment. There was a little embarrassment between them. Although they both wanted to fuck the dog, each felt a bit sheepish about being the first. Both had the same thought: What if one fucked the dog and then the other girl backed out?
Linda solved the problem.
"Let's let the doggy decide!" she said.
Veronica nodded and both women went over to the bed. They sat down side by side, their legs open. That was a familiar position to the Great Dane, since his mistress frequently assumed it. He advanced towards them, whimpering, eyes glowing and prick throbbing. Chris stood where he was, swaying, his cock pivoting from side to side like a gun, aimed first at one girl and then the other. But he was willing to wait his turn. It would, he figured, be a sight worth seeing, and he had no doubts that he would get his own balls emptied in the end – for any girls who were depraved enough to fuck with a dog could hardly refuse a virgin boy!
It was a hard decision for Brutus.
Both girls were equally hot and juicy, he could sense, and he didn't want to insult one by neglect.
He pushed his big muzzle into Linda's crotch.
His long, rasping tongue slurped up her pussy gash.
"Ooooh!" she purred. "He does that almost as well as you do, Veronica!"
Veronica grinned, taking it – as it was meant – as a compliment.
Brutus shifted over and lapped the redhead's cunt.
"He must be trained for it!" Veronica squealed.
The idea that they were not the first humans to know the dog's tongue thrilled them. They began feeling each other's tits and kissing while the dog alternated between them, lapping first one cunt then the other, and the boy looked on in awe.
"Shall we come like this?" Linda asked.
"No! Let's be really naughty!"
"I'm hot enough to do anything!" Linda wailed.
They kissed again, tongues sliding together. "Know what I'd really love to see?" Veronica whispered, her voice husky with lust.
"What?" Linda asked eagerly.
"I'd like to watch you take the dog's prick in your mouth!"
"Ooooh!" Linda squealed.
Brutus continued to alternate between them, tonguing the blonde's cunt, then the redhead's pussy, paying equal service to each. Cunt juice was pouring down both of their crotches now and the dog was lapping the spicy stuff up with gusto.
"Will you do that?" Veronica asked.
"Yes! Oh, yes!"
"Will you let him shoot cum in your mouth?"
"Yes! And I'll swallow his cum!"
Veronica whimpered, trembling.
"Then I'll let him fuck my cunt!" she cried with enthusiasm.
Linda smiled. She had agreed to suck the dog's cock in order to excite Veronica – but now that she had decided to do it, she found that her mouth was watering for dog-cock.
"Watch," she whispered.
She noticed Chris standing over them, his cock standing up stiffly.
"Watch me do it," she said to the boy.
Chris couldn't believe that she was really going to suck the dog's cock. But she was.