Linda had been trying to ignore sexual hunger all day. In fact, she had been trying to ignore it all through nine months, since her divorce.
She had gone to the basement recreation room of her suburban home to clean it up in an effort to take her mind off her problem, but that hadn't worked either. Instead, she found herself pushing her shorts and panties down and reaching into her crotch to meet the issue.
"Damn," she muttered, "why in hell didn't I go to my bedroom where the vibrator is?"
Since she had learned so much about masturbation, Linda knew that the vibrator provided much better orgasms than her finger did, but she didn't feel like pulling her clothes up, making the trip upstairs and starting over again. That would have broken the spontaneity she had felt when taking her pants down.
"What the hell, at least I'd better close the drapes," she told herself. "There's no point in entertaining the neighbors while I'm fingering my twat."
Just as she approached the window to reach for the drapes, she saw Barry, the boy who lived next door. He had opened the side gate and was leading her dog, Knute, out of her yard and into his.
"What the hell is he up to?" she asked and, forgetting about masturbating for the time being, she stood and watched.
It wasn't long before she found the answer to her question.
Barry's family dog, Cleo, a big Collie, was tied in their yard because she was in heat. "The little bastard," Linda gasped. "He wants to get her screwed so he can watch."
And she was obviously right.
Through a gap under the shrubs between the two houses, she saw Knute race toward the bitch. It was a grey, overcast day, but she could see clearly as the animals sniffed at each other. She saw Barry too, and his motivation was obvious as he crotched in the bushes, his fly open, his penis in very obvious erection as he played with it while staring at the animals.
Knute made an attempt to mount the bitch and as his body went up, she watched the skin peel back along his penis. She hadn't seen him with an erection before and was amazed at the size of it.
"Christ," she gasped aloud and her hand went back to her crotch, "that cock is as big as Charlie's." It was a reference to the husband she had divorced when it became obvious to her that he preferred to share his penis with a nineteen year-old secretary rather than with her.
The bitch squirmed away from her dog, they did some more playing and so did the aroused boy in the bushes. So, for that matter, did Linda.
Until then, she had been mostly curious, but the sight of the dog's big tool was all she needed to push her out of vague sexual hunger and into overpowering desire.
"Don't take no for an answer, Knute," she whispered as she slipped a finger into her slit. "Ram that bloody great cock up her cunt and fuck her silly."
As though her dog had heard and understood, Knute rose again, partially mounted the bitch and the skin peeled back over his testicles as he looked for an opening in which to bury his big bone.
It was obvious to Linda, as it was to Knute, that the bitch wanted what he had to offer and as she watched her dog shift the position of his feet to get into serious action, her finger began to move fast in her vagina which had become hot, juicy and receptive to the digital invasion.
"Get it in, Knute," Linda panted. "Ram that beautiful big prick up her cunt. She's horny for it. Ram it to her. Fuck her," she spat the words as her finger worked hotly in her slit.
"Oh Jesus," she gasped aloud as she watched her dog go onto the bitch, driving half the length of his penis home in the first stroke, then he kept pushing over the Collie as he rammed more and more penis into her until it was burled.
Linda didn't have to watch what her finger was doing, it knew the way, so she was free to watch her dog humping the bitch and to see the boy furiously pulling at his hard little penis.
It was all new to Linda. Never before had she watched a serious mating of dogs, nor had she ever seen a male masturbating. Of the two, she didn't know which excited her more, so she went on watching both.
Despite the poor light, she could see her dog's rod glistening with juice as it pistoned in the bitch at such a furious rate that it was almost a blur.
"Oh Christ what must it feel like to have a big, stiff prick going that fast in your cunt?" Linda asked as she drove her finger at almost the same pace. "Christ, what a glorious fuck that would be."
She saw the boy take his hand off his penis and wondered why he had stopped while he was still hard, then she guessed that he wanted to stave off ejaculation until the animals had finished their act and the game was over. Since she didn't have that problem, she went on fingering until her body was jerking in strong orgasm and she was panting loudly.
In the course of the climax, her shorts and panties had fallen around her feet, so she stepped out of them and, nude from the waist down, went on watching the show.
It proved to be a perfect mating, both animals happy with the course of events and then her dog dismounted the bitch, the swivel of his penis permitted him to stay buried in the animal as the two stood almost back to back.
Linda had read enough of animal mating to know that her dog would stay inside the bitch for a long time and that his semen would keep shooting into her to ensure that she became impregnated.
"I wonder how it would feel to get that kind of a fast fucking with such a big cock, then feel the lovely thing still inside and shooting juice?" she asked herself, then decided it was time for some more fingering so she went at it.
Looking out at the erotic scene, she noticed a strange expression pass over the boy's face, then she looked down to see the reason for it. He was holding his stiff penis and his semen was spurting in a high arc and splattering on the right hip and side of her dog.
She smiled, then the smile was replaced by an expression of almost agony as the second orgasm tore through her. After it passed, Linda looked out again and saw that Knute had withdrawn his tool and was lying beside the contented looking bitch, licking up the boy's semen as though he found it very tasty.
"What a way to end a good fuck," she told herself. The boy had put his spent penis back in his pants, the animals were finished, so Linda picked up her shorts and panties and carried them with her as she went to the kitchen to pour herself a drink. It had been quite a session and she was tired, her body wet with sweat, but she was content. Or so she thought.
Thoughts kept flashing through her mind as she sat with her bare behind on the edge of the kitchen counter, sipping the drink. Almost without exception, they were thoughts of her big dog, of his magnificent penis, of the speed with with it had pistoned in the slit of the bitch.
And then the thoughts turned in a direction that she tried to resist but couldn't.
Linda had read erotic stories in which women had mated with animals. In a magazine she had found behind her former husband's desk, she had seen photographs of naked women down on all fours, big dogs mounted on their arched behinds, hard dog penis thrust into soft woman vagina.
At the time the pictures had shocked and revolted her, but there was no horror or revulsion then as she though of the pictures and the reality of her beautiful big dog, and his larger than life penis.
The thought stayed with her and became stronger and more compelling. It was as though her mind and her body were in a state of war. Her body told her to try it, to bring the Dane into her bedroom, strip, allow him to sniff in her crotch for the scent, then get down on all fours and hope for the best.
But her mind resisted. "Christ Linda, so you're horny," said her mind, "but you're still a human being. You're not a bloody animal."
She finished that drink, poured a second, then decided that a warm bath may help her relax and get thoughts of sex with an animal out of her mind. As she soaked in the tub, she thought again of the boy. She thought of how sexually aroused he must have been to have engineered such an act. Gradually, the thought process changed as she wondered how delighted the boy would be to be in a bedroom with a beautiful woman rather than jerking off in the bushes while watching dogs mating.
And Linda was nothing if not a beautiful woman. She was just thirty-three years old and her figure was still such that men turned for second looks. Her face was beautiful too, especially when she was able to hide the bitterness of rejection divorce and sexual frustration. How thrilling it would be to share all of this with an eager, innocent young boy of eighteen, one who had probably never seen the body of a woman, who had never seen or touched breasts and thighs and buttocks, who had never seen what a woman looks like between her thighs.
The thought persisted, growing in strength until Linda found herself kneeling up in the tub, her finger again hard at work in her vagina. When she climaxed, her shiny wet breasts bobbed wildly and her behind, glistening, jerked out of control.
Over the next twenty-four hours, Linda did a lot of thinking, most of her thoughts frightening. With her two daughters in residential school from Monday to Friday, she had more than enough time to think. Gradually, she narrowed temptation down to two alternatives. On the one hand, she could bring the dog into her bedroom and experiment with bestiality. On the other, she could lure the boy into her house and, without any difficulty at all, Linda felt certain, seduce him.
Both alternatives were morally wrong, she reminded herself, but she wasn't able to reject them on that basis. Eventually, she broke down and chose one. She felt something of a sense of relief as she told herself that she was going to bring the boy to her house and relieve him of his innocence while savoring the feel of a hard, young, human penis in her vagina.
Pretending to ignore the boy, Linda began trimming the shrubs. When she reached high, she knew that the hem of her short dress rose to display her tanned, smooth thighs to the boy. Using peripheral vision, she confirmed that he was looking and liking.
And then she began trimming lower branches, her back to him. "I wonder if he has seen my panties and ass cheeks yet?" she asked herself, then reached for a lower branch and made sure that he did. She was aware that her panties covered only a portion of her behind and that there were thrilling contrasts of tanned thighs, white buttocks and black panties.
No normal male could fail to be excited by that, Linda thought, and especially not a boy that was probably still a virgin, being so hungry for sex that he had to jerk off while watching dogs mating.
"Oh hell," Linda said under her breath, "if I keep on at this, I'm going to get all sweaty. If the little bugger isn't randy enough to be seduced by now, he never will be."
As she turned, she saw him move suddenly toward the side door of his house.
"Have you had enough of the sun?" Linda asked.
"Oh… I… uh… I'm just going to get… uh… a drink," he stammered and then she realized that he sounded so guilty because he was going into the house to masturbate, perhaps in the basement where he would be able to get a good view of her through the window.
"I'm in the mood for a drink myself," Linda told the boy. "Come on with me. I have ice cold lemonade in the fridge."
He seemed reluctant, yet he was too polite to refuse, so he followed Linda into her house. Barry went to the kitchen and took the glass of lemonade she offered, then she poured herself a drink and they went into the living room where the sun drapes had been drawn and the room was pleasantly cool.
Linda waited until he sat, then she sat opposite and slowly crossed her legs, making sure that he had plenty of tanned thighs to look at. She tried to engage him in casual conversation, but he was nervous and she knew why.
"What the hell, Barry," she said and winked as she drew the hem of her dress a little higher. "Go ahead and look at my legs. They're really quite beautiful, aren't they?"
He tried to reply but managed little more than a blush.
"I understand that boys are shy, Barry," she said, her tone warm. "I think it's silly though to say that a boy shouldn't try to look at a woman's thighs if she shows them. Come to think of it, now that I don't have a man around to give me the kind of sex I'd like, it feels good to have a young man looking at me like that."
Barry looked as though he couldn't quite believe his ears, but Linda was gently persistent and it wasn't long before the boy was staring intently as she raised the hem of her dress a little higher and showed him where the tan on her left thigh ended and the white of her hip began.
"I'm really enjoying being with you like this, Barry," she told him. "I'm feeling very naughty. Imagine if anyone saw us like this. It's been a long time since I've let a man see this much of me. Do you really think my legs and thighs are pretty?"
"Oh yes," he responded quickly.
"Did any woman ever show you this much thigh before?"
"N… no," he answered and gulped, rubbing the palms of his hands on his jeans.
"I could show you a little more, if you really wanted me to," she went on with a dazzling smile. "I'm in such a naughty mood today. I'd even like to let you have a little peek at the way my black nylon panties hug my white bum. Would you like to see that?"
"Oh yes," he gasped.
Linda winked, then turned her body slightly over on the couch. She reached behind and slowly pulled the hem of her dress up and heard another gasp from the boy as she showed him a buttock that was only partially covered by the black panties.
"I think I have a nice bum too," she told him. "My bum cheeks are smooth and firm and white. Doesn't this cheek contrast nicely with my little black panties?" she asked as she patted, then rubbed the hand over panties and bare portion of cheek.
"Oh Linda," the words broke from his throat in a strangled sob.
"Come on over, dear. I like you and I'm having fun. You may have a little feel if you want to. Would you like to feel how my panties cling to my nice smooth bum?"
Barry made a little croaking sound, tried to get up and failed, then he tried again and got to his feet, unsteadily, as though his knees were very weak.
"Do… do you really mean it?" he asked, his voice breaking.
"Sure I do, dear. My bum feels nice, but it's no fun feeling it myself. I'd like to have somebody else do it for me."
Barry almost fell as he hurried to the woman, then he was on his knees beside the couch, his right hand trembling as he reached for her partially exposed behind. His hand touched her panties, squeezed a deliciously firm buttocks and when she sighed, he groaned loudly. The hand held there, then it moved to the apex of the cheek, squeezed again, the rubbed down to the bottom slope where there was no nylon between the hand and the satiny smooth skin.
"Ooh, Barry, that feels so nice," Linda told him, then turned over a little further so that he could see both lush cheeks.
As she did, her right hand hurried to the front of her dress and quickly opened three buttons. She allowed him to play with her behind for a couple of minutes, then she sat up, smiling, the front of her dress open to show how twin, white breasts fitted into the semi-cups of the black bra.
"You're making me so excited, so naughty, dear," she told the boy. "Do you see anything else you'd like to touch?" she added and drew her dress a little more open. "Aren't my tits nice and smooth and white? Don't they make you want to reach inside me and dress and feel them?"
Again, all the boy could manage by way of reply was a dry croak, but his hands moved into her dress and then one was trembling on the upper slope of each breast, the tips of his fingers moving into the smooth valley between.
"Mmm, what lovely, gentle hands you have, Barry," Linda told the boy as the sound of his labored breathing seemed to fill the room. "My husband was always so rough when he took my tits. He used to grab at them and hurt me. You handle my tits like they were precious jewels. Have you ever felt a woman's tits before?"
"N… no. Oh Linda… oh… oh… uh," the boy panted as he worked his hands into the cups of the bra to feel more of the beautiful breasts.
"Oh, Barry," Linda whispered as she put her arms around him. "What are we going to do? I know I shouldn't be doing this with you. I mean we're not married or anything. I'm so hungry for sex, dear. I'm feeling so excited that I don't want to stop."
"N… neither do I. Do we have to stop?" Barry asked with tears in his eyes and in his voice.
"I don't know what to do, dear. Your hands feel so good on my tits and on my bum. It makes me want to feel them in other places, like between my legs. I feel so hot and excited right in my crotch. Do you have a hard-on, Barry?"
"Yes. Oh please, Linda, don't make me stop."
"I should, Barry. I should make us both stop, but I'm so weak," she told the boy as she took him by the left wrist, took the hand out of her bra and guided it into her crotch.
"Oh, Linda. I can feel it. I can feel it right through your panties."
"So can I, Barry. I can feel you rubbing my cunt and it feels so nice. Oh Barry dear, I can't fight any longer. I'm going to give in. Shall we go to my bedroom and take all our clothes off?"
As the boy almost shouted his eager agreement, they rose to their feet and as they began walking toward her bedroom, Linda pulled her dress over her head as the boy stared hotly at her lovely body, and the little triangle of black nylon and the narrow strip of her bra covering the flawless white skin.
And then the bra was gone as she reached the bedroom door. Looking beyond the woman, he saw her breasts reflected in her mirror, then he saw her hands go to them to play with them as he hungered to do.
Pulling on his head, Linda parted her thighs and then he was kissing what he hadn't yet seen, sucking the soft lips into his mouth as she urged him on.
"Oh Christ yes, Barry… Where did you learn that… Suck my cunt, darling… Suck my cunt and then we'll get on the bed and fuck. Think of it, darling, you're going to fuck me. You are going to lie down between my pretty legs and bury your cock in my cunt. Suck, darling, suck. Ooohhh that feels so nice. Do it some more. Use your tongue, Barry. Try to get your tongue inside my cunt so you can lick up my honey. Oh… uh… uh… oh yes, Barry. Oh Christ… you're licking my cunt just like that and I'll have such a lovely big come and then we'll fuck. Oh darling, you're so good."
It was quite by accident that the boy's tongue had found a hard, sensitive little clitoral bud and the way he licked it assured Linda that she would climax quickly and strongly and then as he kept licking, his hands playing with lovely firm buttocks, promise became reality and she held his face hotly against her crotch as her body jerked in beautiful orgasm.
"I'm sorry if I frightened you, dear," Linda told the kneeling boy when she was able to talk. "That was such an exciting come you gave me. I thought I'd go right through the roof."
"Are you really going to let me fuck you?" he asked.
"Let you? I'm going to insist on it. In fact, if you don't fuck me, I'll bite your dick off and chew it up."
Barry laughed, but stopped quickly as Linda threw herself down on the bed, her legs wide apart and he stared in awe.
"Oh Linda… I see it… I see your cunt."
"Yes darling. I'm showing you my cunt," she told him as she parted the lips to let him view the shiny wet interior. "I'm giving my cunt to you to look at, to play with and to fuck. Isn't it exciting, darling? Think of it, you're going to fuck a woman. I'm so excited about giving you your first fuck. Do you want to play with my cunt before you fuck it?"
He did.
"Mmmm, I just love the way you play with my cunt, dear," Linda told the boy as he gently fingered her while his other hand explored her bottom and thighs. "I just adore having a nice, gentle man play with my cunt and suck it and lick it."
"I'll suck it again if you like," Barry told the woman.
"Oh yes, please. Bring your face right into my crotch. Give me another lovely cunt sucking and licking and give me another big come and then we'll have such a lovely fuck and you'll shoot all your hot juice right inside my horny cunt."
Later, alone in the house, Linda wondered why she felt no guilt about what she had done. Rather, she felt only an increasing excitement. She thought a drink would help her settle down, but it had the opposite effect. If Barry's parents hadn't been at home, she would have phoned him to visit her for another go around, but that was out of the question.
It was in that state that she happened to glance out the kitchen window and see her Great Dane lying in the yard. Without even pausing to consider the matter, she walked to the door and called him.
Linda trembled with anticipation as she led the beast to her bedroom, removed her negligee and rubbed her vulva. It was still wet and hot from her session with the boy and she was panting with arousal as she rubbed it, fingered it and made her crotch very wet before calling the dog to her.
To her delight, he sniffed, then his tongue came out. He licked avidly, his tongue feeling delightfully rough on her tender lips, then the feeling was even better when she parted the lips and he licked between them. Her body gave a strong jerk as the rough tongue lapped over her clitoris and as he kept licking, she told herself that if she could keep his tongue working, she would achieve the miracle of being lapped to orgasm by a dog.
Seemingly only seconds later, the miracle happened. When he persisted in trying to keep licking, Linda had to pull away from him and, throwing herself face down on the bed, her body jerked in deliciously strong spasms.
And then she became aware of something different and realized that the dog was partially on the bed and that a big, strong, wet penis was rubbing over her buttocks as the beast tried to hump her.
"Oh Christ, he'll go off if I don't stop him. I can't let him waste that beautiful hard-on," she panted as she fought him off, then hurriedly knelt on all fours on the carpet.
The dog mounted her instantly, but because of the length of his legs, his penis was jabbing in the air high above her.
Once more Linda wrestled herself away from him, then she grabbed pillows and folded bedclothes and made a thick pile. She knelt on it, her upper body lying on the bed and the panting animal again mounted her naked, trembling body.
Linda groaned as she felt the weight of the dog, then his penis hit the bottom of her left buttock. He was very close, she told herself as he jabbed again, the head of an enormous tool hurting her as it hit the edge of her vulva, just failing to penetrate.
The animal jabbed again and Linda cried out in joy as he drove what felt like a foot of penis into her slit. He kept jabbing until she expected to feel the end of his rod in her throat and then he was buried inside her, stretching her slit as no man ever had, penetrating more deeply than a penis ever had.
"Oh sweet Jesus, what a fuck," she panted aloud as the beast went into high gear his tool flashing at a rate of speed she couldn't believe.
She felt saliva dripping on her and that added to her delight. Linda became a bitch then a bitch in fierce heat as her animal introduced her to the world of bestiality and made her love it.
"Ride my ass, you lovely big fucker," she panted as he more than obeyed. "Oh lover, how you fuck. You're like a machine, a big fucking machine. Tear my cunt apart. Fuck me to death. Oh Jesus… oh fuck… fuck… fuck… oh what a glorious fucking fuck."
And then it became even more glorious as she climaxed. Despite her jerking and shrieking, the animal went on with the humping. It was agony and ecstasy for Linda as stiff, strong penis went on thrusting while her body exploded and her clitoris felt raw, but he refused to stop.
There was a moment when Linda wasn't certain whether she would die or just faint, but neither happened and then orgasm passed and still that slippery piston kept ramming.
"Oh yes… yes… shoot it to me," Linda panted as her bestial lover began twitching against her behind as semen spurted into her and her vaginal walls sucked on his tool.
Knute kept pumping fluid into her until she thought she would die of internal drowning, and then she took command as her greedily sucking vaginal walls became too much for the animal to handle, and whimpering, he spent in her then withdrew his rod and tiredly curled up on the carpet to lick tasty vaginal juice from his spent member.
"I can't believe it," Linda told herself as she went to the kitchen, naked, juice oozing down her inner thighs from an overfilled vagina. "In one day I've fucked a boy and a dog. Oh my God, no body can feel so good. I think I'm going to die of happiness."
Instead of that, Linda lived in happiness and is still doing so, three years later.
Three years later, and Barry is still a handsome, virile young man whose penis and tongue continue to delight his woman. She is the only woman in his life and, he assures her that she is the only one he ever wants.
He doesn't mind sharing her with Knute, and each time the big animal mounts Linda, Barry trembles with excitement. He crouches low so that he can enjoy a close view of the big animal penis thrusting in her stretched vagina and, too often, Barry admits, he goes off in the air before Knute goes off in Linda.
Woman, youth and dog constitute a most unusual menage-a-trois, but it is an extremely happy one and promises to go on being so indefinitely.