Rhonda could not repress a sharp twinge of excitement as she made her way to the bathroom with the furry German Shepherd right behind her now and occasionally brushing against her naked legs. The feel of his rough fur along her slick skin sent sensual shivers all the way up her soft inner thighs and into the redly crinkled outskirts of her love-starved pussy. She felt faintly confused by this curious sensation and her subsequent reaction, but still was not prepared at the conscious level to admit to herself that she found this wild and strange animal erotically intoxicating. The timing had been too perfect; almost as if her nosy neighbor had been peeking through the window and waiting for the right moment to tempt her. From stories she'd heard about the divorced woman, a borderline alcoholic who chain-smoked cigarettes and invited delivery boys into her apartment for hours at a time, Rhonda would not be surprised at anything.
"Well, here we are, handsome," she said as they entered the bathroom. And then, because she always did this, it seemed the natural thing for her to drop her housecoat from her lovely body, revealing her sleekly proportioned flesh in all Titian desirability.
Cesar's big brown eyes fairly flared at this exotic and spell binding presentation of feminine loveliness. Unhindered now, the heady scent of her hungering pussy wafted clearly to him and made his loins pulse with an answering desire.
Rhonda turned, feeling her cheeks flush hotly as she realized that Cesar's burning hot eyes were upon her as she stood there naked. That brutish animal might have been her Bob, gazing at her lusciously naked body, for all the attentiveness he was relishing upon her. She glanced instinctively into the cabinet mirror, and then looked away. There was certainly no harm in disrobing before this animal! She looked at her firm highly-set breasts. No, of course not. After all, it was not as if it were a man she was alone with, was it?
Laughing nervously, the redheaded woman bent down and gave Cesar a light fondling around his snout. "You little devil, you," she giggled. "You've got eyes that get right up between a woman's legs, don't you?"
Cesar gave a muffled whine and licked her hand. Rhonda really liked the dog now, and he reminded her of a pet she had as a child. Another German Shepherd, though a female. Besides, any admirer was better than the television set and those silly politicians. Feeling like Venus as she appraised her own voluptuous body in the surrounding mirrors, she realized that even Bob hadn't looked at her supple, curvaceous flesh like that in a long time. Was that fair?
Smiling seductively at herself, she shook out her long, glowing red hair. Then she turned away from Cesar towards the bathtub, presenting to him the juicy rounds of her buttocks, which joggled tantalizingly before his longing eyes as she moved back the shower curtain and then bent over in order to turn on the faucets.
From this position Cesar could make out just the barest wisps of her pubic hair poking back between her quivering thighs to the juncture of her smoothly formed ass cheeks, and he snorted hotly in familiar anticipation.
Rhonda meanwhile had cut off the drain and found a suitable temperature for the water. She moved it around with her hands to be sure it wouldn't be too hot or too cold for the doggey, who was to be her companion for the next couple of days. And in that moment of complete and vulnerable exposure, with her naked buttocks jutting lewdly back toward Cesar's face, the young woman had an experience that would have been predictable for a woman of wider sexual experience, but which Rhonda Baker constituted perhaps the most shattering physical adventure she had ever had – or thought about in her entire life.
For, in that moment suspended between time and space, poised with all of her lusciously tempting nakedness undulating in sexual promise over the bath, she suddenly felt the hot, swiping tongue of an animal moving wetly from an artful point just below her curl-fringed pussy lips, stroking ardently through her quiescently enduring cuntal furrow, and up sharply through the cleft in her buttocks to flick and poke expertly at her virginal anus! This time there was no prompting for the lewd behavior: no steak bone wielded temptingly in front of his sensitive and hungry nose, no "good doggie" talk to be reciprocated.
"Aarrgghhh!" Rhonda groaned, as her pussy became alive with the aftershocks of her near orgasm before her neighbor had intruded. And now this reaction all because of a… German Shepherd, a dog she'd only seen a few times in the past.
This was outrageous! Before she could get a grip on herself, the brutish animal repeated his lewd act, this time curling his tongue like a scroll and pushing it obscenely up through the hair-lined lips of her burning hot cunt. Rhonda held on to the edge of the bathtub trying to collect her thoughts.
This was not even remotely similar to anything else sexual she'd ever experienced, and she had thought she and Bob were sexually liberal! This dog was putting her to the test! But Cesar's sudden action worked on her just as if she had let out this obscene growl of lascivious delight which came from she knew where.
"Cesar. Good doggy!" Without a thought as to whether he would bite, she reached in back of her and tried to push his snout away. But the feel of his cold wet muzzle in her fingers and between her buttocks was a second sensation so electrically erotic and stimulating that it could not be tolerated for longer than a single instant.
And, in that instant, the single-minded stray continued his depraved behavior with another hot, wet swiping lap up through her torrid cuntal cleft to flick up maddeningly like a leather whip at her sensitive nether entrance.
A fierce primitive groan of sensuality escaped Rhonda's parted lips once more, but, by now, she had also begun mumbling various incoherent prayers in her head, trying to distract herself. In a small way this seemed to work, and she managed miraculously to work up the strength from her tortured limbs to push herself up from the bath. This also tended to force the dog's snout somewhat more snugly between her cleft moon buttocks, and the threat of attack at her anus sent off another furious thrill deep in her loins and immediate feelings of self-recrimination set in.
What would Bob think if he knew he'd been replaced by a dog?
"Get away – oh God, Cesar! Get away! Can't you see what you're doing to me?"
Her limbs felt so weak and helpless she couldn't believe it. It was as if she had become almost paralyzed with some illness in her muscles. But her imprecations to the dog seemed to have done some good, for the powerful animal now took her seriously and backed off across the bathroom tiles away from her.
Indeed, Cesar was well-trained enough to know when a human really meant her protests and when she didn't. When he sensed that his beautiful new redheaded mistress actually was serious about wanting a respite, he backed off immediately. He had learned through long experience as well that it was not wise to force the issue with a female who was not quite ready. A smart dog and well able to play the waiting game, he sat down on his haunches in one corner of the bathroom and stared at her with his muzzle resting on his paws and his big dark eyes brooding and thoughtful. He would wait for her. Forever, if need be…
Especially now that his mistress, the one next door, had replaced him for the weekend with her sister's dog. He'd show her he wouldn't be left out in the cold with no warm, sweet-smelling woman to cuddle up to at night!
Visibly shaken, Rhonda managed to straighten up and find her way to a standing position. She steadied herself as best she could with one hand on the tub, then sat down on its edge until she could get her breath. She would have sat down of the toilet seat, across the way, but her muscles had turned to jelly, and she was huffing and puffing and her heart pounding as if she'd just run the three-minute mile.
"So… you… so that's what you… you do… shame!"
It seemed like years before the thousand vibrating pieces her loins had smattered into finally came back together again, and even then they continued to jump for some time before she could get to her feet again. Still intent on giving her new charge a bath, she staggered over to the sink to get a brush, rubbing her thighs tightly together in an attempt to kill some of the terrible pressure that was building between her shivering legs.
"You-you naughty dog," she said, only mildly cross and really less cross that she thought she should be, shaking the brush at him. "You must never do that again. You hear? Or you're going back to that crazy mistress of yours… for keeps! Somehow, I really don't think you want to do that…" The last was said with a half-smile.
Cesar cringed down on the tile and looked up at her with woeful eyes. He wanted to please his new mistress, and couldn't understand her sudden burst of anger – she had smelled so ready for him. What was the matter?
Rhonda glanced at herself in the mirror. Her face had gone completely crimson and she was surprised to see that her nipples had tautened again. If that was the effect of a little playful show of affection by a charming dog like this one, then Bob had definitely left her alone one night too long! Surely the dog had meant nothing sexual by it – dogs always licked people when they were happy. If she hadn't been in such an unusual position he might have licked her face, or her hand. It was natural for him to be so demonstrative.
But not so natural for her to be blushing so hotly and aroused to the extent that her loins felt as if they were filled with honey. She had to get a grip on herself.
"Come here," she said imperiously to the dog, pointing at the floor in front of her.
Cesar got up obediently and went over to her standing at attention with his tongue panting out. Then he was thrilled again as his beautiful mistress got down on her knees, her milk-white breasts ballooning nakedly against his furry body as she began brushing out his snarled and filthy coat.
Rhonda could not keep back a shiver of excitement as the erotically stiffened tips of her breasts brushed back and forth over Cesar's shaggy, unkempt body, his fur tickling titillatingly at the already sensitive puckered little nerve buds. Her breasts had always been unusually tender and the feel of his muscular canine body against her smooth, sleek white flesh was totally unlike anything the yearning redhead had ever experienced before. She couldn't label it either. It was not obscene – and yet it was. It was warmth and affection and understanding and love, and all the thousand and one cozy things that dogs and humans find together, and yet it was more than that. And she liked the feel. Why hadn't she thought of getting a dog herself?
"Now… is that better?" she crooned, her nostrils flaring without her certain knowledge, the outer well of her pussy becoming quietly flooded with moisture as it poised in readiness for some obscure, unnamable thing. She ran the brush through Cesar's rough coat, straightening out the snarls and making it smooth and sleek again, as it should be. Of course, he hadn't known what he was doing. He was just a dumb animal. He couldn't have had any idea what his licking of her responsive pussy was doing to her. After all, he wasn't a man.
Not that she had ever permitted her fiancee to do anything so filthy. Oh sure, though, Bob had tried, begged her, but she'd always managed to talk him out of it at the last minute, asking him to wait for marriage.
But if such a thing could be so wildly stirring, could it be that it was she who was wrong, to have put him off? She was getting all mixed up.
But this was all harmless. If she was aroused it was merely for Bob… then, too, there was that little stretch of time on the waterbed when he had gotten so hot.
"There, is that better?" she asked as she finished giving Cesar's coat its first set of strokes, swinging her long red hair back over her shoulder.
Only to have Cesar answer by abruptly turning his head and darting out his long thick tongue to wash wetly and intoxicatingly across her startled open mouth. "Why…!" But before she could finish, his tongue had artfully inserted itself between her lush red lips and he was French kissing her, stuffing that long wet tongue all the way into her mouth, licking at her even white teeth and all around the sides of her gasping mouth.
She tried to fend him off by gripping his shaggy fur around his neck, but instead found herself responding in a way that was wholly unexpected. His kiss was so like Bob's – except for the size of his tongue, which of course, was so much bigger – that she couldn't seem to keep herself from kissing him back. She sucked on his tongue luxuriously, and licked it all over with instinctive adoration of its dominating maleness. And instead of pulling away, her softly mounded breasts pressed themselves snug into the warmth of his fur, and she felt a wave of warm cuntal moisture shoot down from her loins in natural feminine response.
But this was terrible! The urge to lie down on the bathroom floor and spread her legs for him – for this dog! – was overwhelming!
Rhonda was incredulous! She had known that she was in a mildly turned-on state, but hadn't guessed for a minute that desire could be unleashed so awesomely like this, with the swiftness and force of a mighty river breaking through its own floodgates and spilling forward in a great tidal wave of emotion.
It seemed like an endless decade for a kiss. She couldn't seem to get her breath. She knew that the wetness from her hopelessly aroused cunt was seeping into the already tangled red curls of her pubic hair, but she couldn't seem to do anything about it. Her breasts were alive with a throbbing that threatened to break her heaving chest and her hard little nipples ached to be sucked. Indeed, she probably, wouldn't have been able to tear herself away if suddenly the water in the bathtub hadn't threatened to overflow. As it was, she was barely able to break from Cesar's passionate animal kiss and rush to the taps in time. Turning them both off, she whirled around just in time to keep Cesar from pushing his snout up again between her legs.
"I know you now, you – you lecher," she warned him, shaking her finger at him. "You know just what you're doing, don't you? Well, you're not going to do it again – not here. You can try that on some of your other women friends. Don't you feel any shame?"
But Cesar only grinned malevolently and she realized with a quickening of her overexcited heart that she had taken the wrong tack.
"Well," she sniffed, "you've really hurt my feelings. But anyway, I promised you a bath and that's what you're going to get. Get in the tub."
Cesar put his forelegs on the edge of the bath and with an effortless little shuffle born of long experience he clambered over the edge with his hind legs, too, to tall with a splash into the soapy, warm water.
"Well, there's just a little too much water, but you stay there and behave yourself while I take the plug out. I'm warning you…"
The big dog grinned, his large tongue lolling out. True to her word, she watched him carefully as she removed the stopper and some of the water gurgled out until the bath was only half full! Cesar stood quietly watching her from the other end of the tub; his dark eyes shining with both love and confusion at his new keeper's actions. What was the matter? Didn't she want to play? Why had she scolded him so harshly? Maybe this was a new game.
Even though she now had some inkling of the dog's lecherous intentions, it hadn't quite registered with Rhonda just precisely in what danger she was. She hadn't bothered to put on her robe. So despite all the warning she had, Rhonda was still to some extent blissfully unaware of the true situation as her canine visitor waited in patience with his big brown eyes trained unnervingly on her. Her naked breasts swayed hypnotically before him, just a tongue's length away from his open mouth, and the tantalizing scent of her loins was driving Cesar crazy. Now, as she began to soap up a large sponge, getting on her knees at the side of the tub, the tormented dog's penis jerked and bounced with anticipation, filling hotly with blood.
The sponge foamed with lather as she squeezed it. Now she was ready. He would get a bath and that would be the end of it. So she filled the sponge with water again and again as she ran it over his heavy animal body, squeezing the lather out all over him. The water dripped down from his crown, over his back, along his rib cage, over his quivering tail, and finally down along a gleaming red point which Rhonda was surprised to find emerging from beneath his belly.
So she looked more closely. Then it occurred to her that it was her curiosity to begin with that had prompted her to bring the dog into the bath in the first place. She had entertained, subconsciously, thoughts about canine sex. But how it had backfired! She had learned more about canine sex in the last five minutes than she thought she would want to know in her entire lifetime!
And then she saw it – Cesar's gradually stiffening penis peeping redly from its soft hairy surrounds. So this was what a dog's penis looked like… and in that instant the naive young woman was hypnotized with curiosity. Unthinkingly, her hands began to soap more and more under and around the furry pointed sheath of his loins, and in another moment her hands had actually fondled Cesar's testicles and bumped against his slowly expanding organ.
She was really surprised that the dog could have such large testicles, and more than a little alarmed at the way his cock was growing. By now her curiosity was fully aroused. She found herself wondering how large his organ might be when it reached complete, blood-hardened erection. It was already sticking out several inches from its furry hiding place.
More and more her hands and fingers came to squeeze and stroke Cesar's rapidly expanding member, and with each fleeting caress it seemed to get bigger and bigger. Unknown to her conscious mind, her hands fondled his genitals along with the sponge which ostensibly she was using to wash him.
Now Rhonda was also finding herself becoming more and more excited. Cesar had such a beautiful body, with such strong sleek muscles. She admired his handsome canine head, and couldn't help but think back to that fiery kiss he had given her. Why, it was ridiculous, but if the water hadn't been running over the edge of the tub, the silly dog might have seduced her with that kiss!
But what was she thinking of? A dog couldn't seduce a woman. And yes, Cesar very definitely had a penis, she could see that. Rhonda gulped, her throat feeling very dry. A wave of curious excitement washed through her loins at the sight of the dog's gleaming red cock. My God! It was getting bigger than Bob's! And it was still expanding!
What would it feel like to have such a massive thing pounding deep up inside her? Her cuntal walls felt all fluttery just contemplating it. Bob wouldn't be here to make love to her for so long, that her mind seemed fixated on the subject of sex – had been since he'd kissed her good-bye. And now that she was alone with this majestic German Shepherd, her mind was jumbled with incoherent thoughts of indulgence in things forbidden and obscene.
The trembling redhead wondered idly if Cesar had ever fucked a woman. Was it the same as fucking another dog? How did it make him feel? Did he have any emotional attachment to Marla for that reason? Had the other women found themselves in the very position she was in now… and what had they done? Had they let him fuck them? God! There was no denying it – Cesar had driven her crazy with his sneaky but expert licking of her pussy just a few moments ago. But surely there couldn't be anymore than that between a woman and a dog… or could there?
She felt her breath coming faster and faster. There was no denying now that the viscous secretions of her cunt were flowing rapidly at a truly remarkable rate. It occurred to her again that she was alone here with Cesar and would be the whole day… tomorrow too, and that whatever happened here between them was more of a secret by far than anything she might do with a human male. She had been thinking about masturbating… hadn't she? Why not let an animal do it for her?
She needed it, needed a man's hard hot penis sliding wetly in and out of her aching cunt. She needed something! A dog like Cesar, being mute, was perfectly discreet. Whatever happened here today was their secret, foolish or wise or silly. No one would ever know.
No one would ever know.
Rhonda blushed nervously. She had the most terrible guilty feeling in her fluttering belly. What on earth was she thinking of? She wanted to giggle and race around the house naked. The most terrible feeling of abandon was in her, making her already quivering breasts rise and fall in heavy gasps.
By now Cesar's swollen cock had come spinning out through the soap suds to grow to truly astounding proportions. Rhonda's long-fingered hands groped and massaged obscenely beneath the dog's belly, feeling along the entire fearfully pulsing length of his penis. She was quite fascinated at the way his penis tapered up to the tip. A cock like that promised a fresh thrill with each new inch, and, it was fiercely exciting to the mesmerized woman to think that her touch was producing this fantastic bestial arousal. She could feel his testicles throbbing in her gently cupping palms, and she knew they were churning with sperm inside.
For a moment she seemed to go dizzy. It was wildly erotic to be fondling the dog's sexual equipment, and probably illicit as well. But if no one would ever know, did it matter?
She gasped and trembled as his cock continued to burst in size. Taking her other hand out of the bath for a moment, she reached down and pushed her middle finger across the warm sticky lips of her cunt, finding them moist and swollen and the tender curls of her pussy hair drenched with her passionate – secretions. She was alarmed and excited all put together. If only there was some way to satisfy herself – her cravings were flying altogether out of control now. She desperately needed something shoved up into her waiting pussy… and now!
Cesar whimpered and her attention was drawn back to him. "Was I neglecting you, my darling?" she cooed, both her hands once more milking his desire-enlarged cock and balls. His cock looked almost a good eight inches long now, and as she ran her thumb and forefinger over its slippery length, measuring it, she couldn't keep back a yearning sigh at its wonderful feel.
"I'll bet you understand a woman and her needs, don't you, Cesar?" she murmured softly. "You've got a marvelous cock there. Any woman would be proud and happy to have a penis like yours inside her cunt…"
Cesar whimpered as if in understanding. He wasn't quite sure what she was saying, but the silken tone of her voice and the way her fingers were stroking his aching cock were driving him insane.
"Do most women like you to fuck them with that, precious?" And she pronounced the lewd word seductively with her tongue glorying in the wicked sound of it. Then she tickled his penis until some cum oozed from the tip onto her fingers, and the urge to lick it was terrific. "Its like a club. Oh, Lord, what's coming over me? But you know, don't you baby, because you're the one who's causing it to come over me… You've wanted it all along, right! You little devil!"
Cesar seemed to laugh, and then suddenly his long, pink tongue darted forward to insert itself through her open lips. This time Rhonda was again taken completely by surprise, and in addition she was still holding the dog's massive member in her hand, and this made his kiss doubly exciting.
Her pussy hair was becoming literally drenched with her honey-like cuntal moisture and he thrust his enormous tongue backward into her throat and began seemingly fucking her mouth with it. Lifting his foreleg, he pawed at her nakedly heaving breasts, scratching at her sensitive nipples until Rhonda could not keep back a heartfelt moan of pure ecstasy.
Her cunt felt like it was on fire. There was no way to escape. She had to admit it to herself now – yes, she loved this exciting kiss! And she would have fucked anything that walked in that door!