Mimi Spender whistled to herself along with the rock n' roll AM station blaring from her portable radio, her only entertainment now that Susie had taken her stereo home. It didn't matter that it was on volume 10; nobody was in the dorm except for she and the girl down the hall and that was almost ego-shattering. Like standing in a corner by yourself at a dance while everybody else is boogeying and having a fine time.
Well… that was yesterday. Yesterday was depression – especially after that horrible experience at the university farm. Tomorrow was hope, and today she was packing, sorting out her belongings for her father to pick up and take home after letting her off at Bartholomew's Kennels.
Bartholomew's… filled the doctor's prescription… just what she needed. A good honest job where she could prove herself, maybe learn some veterinary tips on the side and show a man – Ed Buyers – that she was dead serious about her chosen avocation. Spitefully, she wished Horse-Face Osborn would find out about her ambitious summer time employment. That should set the old fart straight!
Only one thing bothered her, though, as she packed away her books one by one, pursuing the titles, separating the "to be sold" from the "to keep". That girl… Carrie, her name was. How could she forget, the same name as Carrie the Palomino out at the farm. She seemed almost… sluttish in a way. The way those green eyes cattishly followed her around when Ed Buyers was showing off his well-kept grounds. Like a leopard jumping from limb to limb ready to spring, Carrie never missed a motion, a gesture or inflection in her voice. And the more enthusiasm Mimi showed, the higher Carrie raised her eyebrows.
Maybe she and Ed are doing a trip together, maybe they're lovers, surmised Mimi. No, she checked her suspicions. Ed's too old for her. God, Carrie couldn't be over twenty two. That would be like she, Mimi, having an affair with that odious John Dobkins. EEEkkk… it made her stomach churn to think of that.
With an unconscious tap of the foot and an occasional sway of the hip, Mimi sang along with a top-ten tune, slurring over the unfamiliar lyrics, then headed for her closet, opening up the accordion pleated door to pluck blouses, skirts and dresses from their hangers. What to bring…? shorts, she guessed, lots of cut-offs, Levi's, a couple of sweaters, all her T-shirts and her down jacket for cold nights. Nothing fancy… nothing feminine, certainly.
Tomorrow she'd be there, making herself at home in the rustic cabin, or summer home as Ed called it. Hmmm, better take an extra blanket; I don't remember seeing any heater in there.
Bartholomew's Kennels was posted at the entrance to the gravel road by a wooden sign hanging from a pair of heavy chains attached to a post, its feminine gothic hand-lettering done by the same hand as the other logos.
Ted Spender's 1972 two-door Chevy pulled up slowly to the entrance with its driver curiously perusing the well kept grounds. It's often been said that if the farmer has his way, the lawn and buildings are kept in immaculate condition, and if the farmer's wife has her way, the house interior swallows up the money; and judging from the manicured lawn and clipped shrubs, Ted Spender knew this dog kennel was male dominated. That pleased him. "Honey, you be a good girl and work hard. Don't worry about money, now. Your ma and I can help ya out with the spending money," the kind hearted man assured, pushing his beat-up felt hat back on his head. He pecked his daughter on the cheek and sped off, dust billowing like forest fire smoke as the Chevy's tires crunched on the gravel heading back for the farm outside of Davis.
Mimi stood there before that two story wooden house, eyeing it in rapt suspicion and sizing up the challenge of these upcoming summer months. No one seemed to be about, only a scraggly Tom cat lazed on the front steps of the porch, not even bothering of lift its whiskered head in acknowledgment of Mimi's arrival. The chestnut haired lovely picked up her suitcase, toting her shoulder bag high on her shoulder and took the path encircling the house, leading to the summer house back. Strange, she mused, closing the wire gate behind her and listening to blue jays spatting in chatters high in a tree bough, that nobody's here. What kind of professionalism is that? she wondered, feeling forgotten. Oh, well… she swallowed her pride, trudging on down the path, listening to the dogs yelping and whining in the kennel beyond.
Dogs… she mused. They were okay, but horses had always been her preference. Masterful… that's what horses were. You could train them, ride them, yet you had to maintain that respectful distance. Dogs, now you had to pamper them and baby them, listening to them whine and complain as they are doing now. Let them outside, bring them in… always indecisive. Horses could take care of themselves; they aren't fussy eaters and were always thankful for small favors like a carrot. None of this rhinestone collared business. Given a choice, Mimi would have chosen working on a horse farm to a dog kennel, but she quickly checked herself. There you go again… never satisfied, she chided herself, feeling the summer winds – a rarity for the scorching Sacramento Valley – whip across her face in caressing touches. Thank God I have my hair in pigtails, she thought, feeling her forehead bead with perspiration.
A shiny red ten-speed bicycle was parked outside the paint chipped summer home, the lock hanging loose and accessibly open. Hummm, my roommate must be in there, reasoned Mimi with expectancy, making her heart beat a little faster as she approached the door. Would her workmate and companion be anything like Carrie? Would they even get along sharing the same housing?
Setting her suitcase down the step, Mimi's hand was on the doorknob about to ease the door open when a sound made her step her aggressive actions and consider knocking. She thought she had heard someone cry out, but now everything was silent again, save for the blue jays overhead and the murmuring wind. She waited, assessing the situation and had raised her knuckles in a clenched fist to knock on the door, when the sound came again, lower, gravely, as though it had come from an animal. It was answered by an unearthly pleading tone… almost as if someone – a woman – was being tortured. Flickers of Sunday afternoon in the barn with that horrible John Dobkins eased their way back into her consciousness. The attractive young chestnut haired girl hovered at the door. She remained rooted there statuesquely for some moments.
"Oh Goddd!" a muffled woman's voice came from the direction of inside, clearly this time. As if drawn hypnotically, Mimi moved to the door, slowly turned the knob and the voice became clearer, groaning tremulously in an agonized whisper that tightened Mimi's stomach into a frightened knot. Above the voice, she heard a low unearthly whining then: "Please, oh yes, do it like that!"
That voice…? Mimi stood transfixed in the doorway, the door open just a peek.
Again the moans penetrated through the wall, reverberating with greater urgency, and Mimi recoiled from the wall, determined now to flee, to leave alone something that was none of her business.
At the apex of Mimi's confusion, the woman's whimpering tones had suddenly changed from insistent moans to low breathless gasps of… painful pleasure!! Instinctively she knew the feelings that accompanied that sound, for had not she experienced them herself at the whims of John Dobkins only a few days before?
For long moments then, Mimi stood immobile outside the door to the cabin, her mind whirling in confusion. It was so terribly upsetting, a horrible first day on the job. She hadn't asked to be put in this situation, but through her own foolishness, here she was! Now she must find out. And there was only one way to find out what was going on inside of her room. After all, this was to be her living quarters, too, and after a year of living three steps away from Susie, Mimi had learned about sharing. And whoever was inside definitely was not sharing their close accommodations!
She breathed deeply and laced her finger delicately on the doorknob to the summer home. As though watching herself in a dream, she slowly inched her body gently against the door. It made a tiny squeak and she stopped, momentarily afraid she would be detected. Then, recalling the times when as a child she had slipped into her parents' bedroom when frightened by a bad dream, she instinctively became aware of how much pressure to place on the knob so as to turn it without making a sound. Her whole body tensed as it turned softly and – she felt it begin to give against her pressure.
"Oh, do it, do it!" The girl's slightly high pitched voice hissed, and then there was the unmistakable rhythmic creak of bedsprings.
Mimi's heart seemed to stop, and she dared not breathe. For a moment she feared she had been heard pushing steadily against the now unlodged door. But no! There were still strange rhythmic sounds coming through the crack. The door gave a little against her gentle pressure and quite clearly she could make out heavy staccato-like breathing, the creaking tempo of bedsprings and… and an animal-like snarl!
Suddenly Mimi realized what she should have known from the first. She paled, then gulped in horror!
There on the bed was her workmate – whoever she was – her golden hair flailing around her head as she was locked in a nakedly lewd embrace of intercourse with a big male German Shepherd! She was to have followed her curiosity when she should have known all along! The dog had the girl pinned in a kneeling position to the bed, trying to pry her lithe long legs open wider with his forepaws even though his wetly glistening penis was already buried deep up between her obscenely upraised, writhing buttocks. The soles of the girl's feet pointed directly toward the door and Mimi could see the heavy sac of the dog's semen-inflated balls and nearly the entire length of his hotly skewering animal cock, thrusting in and out of the moistly gleaming edges of the girl's clasping cunt. God, it was a depraved sight!
Mimi began to shake uncontrollably, biting down hard on the back of her hand to keep from crying out in dismay and shock. She had no idea whether the young girl was enjoying the lewd act or not, but what really shocked her was the sight of copulation, the reality of the perverse animal-human act taking place right in front of her very eyes! She was shaking too hard to close the door so she just stood there, helplessly, trying to regain her composure. It obviously would do no good for her to attempt to help physically, and it was unclear to her whether the girl would want any help.
Mimi could see the huge German Shepherd's furry body plunge obscenely between the long white columns of the beautiful young blonde's legs, spreading them wide apart. From this position the undetected observer had a perfect view of the two bodies, the dog's forepaws clasped over the girl's shoulders, foreshadowing the softly jostling breasts of the girl, his furry black back taut and muscled, contrasting sharply against the blonde's own smooth white curves. As he slowly withdrew his massively rigid penis from her tightly clasping cuntal sheath in preparation to spearing hotly back up inside her accepting cunt, Mimi was able to see the actual size of the huge scarlet animal cock. It was much longer than she'd imagined a dog's penis to be, and she couldn't see how a woman could take such a big thing – it seemed it would go all the way up into the girl's belly!
But it didn't. It sluiced warmly back up inside the wildly gasping girl who welcomed it with an eager cry of wanton entreaty.
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Mimi's heart pounded like a jackhammer until she was certain they could hear it across the barren room, and she pressed one hand to her own ripely surging breast as though to dull the telltale sound.
The obscenely coupled figures on the single bed mattress were immobile for a moment, then the dog resumed the smoothly gyrating motion with his animal-buttocks over the impaled young girl. Gradually then, he withdrew his long fleshy penile column, pulling it inch by scarlet inch from the moistly clasping confines of the girl's cunt, then thrusting obscenely forward, holding his lewd hardness there. Again he withdrew until the underside of the red tapering point was actually visible to the hypnotized Mimi. Her mouth fell open in shocked disbelief as the girl's feet kicked upward, striking the dog's slowly thrusting, hind-quarters, her heels now tight against his furry animal-anus, straining to push him tighter up into her! The cords of her inner thighs flexed tightly as she ground her clenching ass cheeks back and up against the wetly glistening animal-penis. Her sensuously hollowing buttocks rose spasmodically off the bed as she strove desperately to suck the length of hotly throbbing dog cock back into the fleshy pink lips of her unsatiated cuntal sheath. A moist sluicing sound echoed across the room as she wantonly thrust her hungry loins back up to the dog, her pussy working warmly up its full obscene length.
The girl's buttocks had begun grinding faster now, and the groans and mewls of primal pleasure were becoming more desperate as the dazed, almost unknowing gaze of her watching workmate remained fixed in fascination on the abnormally lewd coupling taking place on the bed.
The girl's insane backward uplifting thrusts were received with answering jabs from the dog's hind-quarters, ramming hard up into her hungrily clutching cunt, pile-driving her back down against the squeaking mattress.
The blonde hurled an obscenity at the dog as she squirmed salaciously, trying to regain her former position. Fuck! The word sent a forbidden tingling of guilt through Mimi, drumming ceaselessly into her shock-seized mind. Her emotional stability seemed suddenly adrift in a flood of guilt-laden sensation. Why was she here? What kind of a job was this? What insane female masochism was making her watch? God, she was as fearful of her own unknown instincts as she was shocked by the debauched scene going on a few feet from the door! If this could be happening to this unknown girl, assuming that she had struggled at first, if this girl could be driven to insane submission by that dog… it could happen to anyone! Mimi felt a slight electrified tingle dart menacingly up between her own full thighs. My God, it could have happened to me!
Mimi watched thunderstruck now as her blonde roommate's buttocks gyrated up again, her legs splaying out, her toes curling in lewd delight before the vicious rampaging of the erotically incensed German Shepherd.
Mimi shook violently now. Despite the oak shade tree she was standing under, beads of perspiration had broken out on her neck and in the warmly tingling cleft of her breasts. She knew she had to leave. But go where? She couldn't!
Without moving, she shut her eyes. Again, she heard the girl's voice, deep and groveling, as the dog fucked in and out of her hotly clasping pussy.
Even with her eyes closed she could still see his long stiff scarlet staff as it thrust into the girl's hotly gripping vagina. "Oh, oh, oh," came the guttural chant from the bed.
Mimi turned from the door. She froze. Yes, she had become sexually excited, and she did not want to leave! A tiny smoldering spark had ignited between her own legs, and vainly she tried to clamp her softly trembling thighs together. But she did not want the pleasure to stop!
Stepping to the side and leaning against the doorjamb just outside the door, a clear view of the blonde girl and the dog still within sight, Mimi propped her leg up on the suitcase standing upright. What on earth was happening to her? Up between her thighs her loins were pulsating strangely – not unlike the way they had shivered with pleasurable sensation when Dobkins' tongue had been tantalizing them! She didn't understand it – thought it crass and unlike her normally shy self – much less comprehend why she was dwelling on the lewd sight within. She was almost in a mesmerized trance now, as if she had been concentrating on the pendulum effect produced by a hypnotist's dangling watch chain and had fallen into a deep trance.
Her left hand slid down along her curvaceous young body, down the flat plane of her stomach to rest on her own soft pubic mound enshrouded behind the heavy denim of her Levi's cut-offs, to rest there and begin to rub back and forth through the material. She could feel her own slippery moistness flowing down her eagerly trembling thighs, flowing freely from her wetly palpitating vagina. They were as damp from excitement as they often were from the exertion of riding her bicycle long distances. Her right hand fluttered up and cupped one ripe tingling breast and she squeezed its lust-hardened nipple, feeling it leap into even greater erection at her demented caress.
As she touched herself, she peered once more at the nakedly writhing figures through the partially opened door.
The girl's groaning was almost incoherent now, and her sweat-streaked body thrashed about on the bed in wild abandon. Mimi's hands caressed the mounds of her breasts through the thin fabric of her braless halter top, touching the suppleness of her warm eager flesh beneath then slipping her fingers up under the tattered edges of her Levi's cut-offs until they slithered up under the elastic band of her panty legs and into the soft, heat of her pussy mound.
Holding the Levi's aside and loosening the zipper to loosen the constriction, she eased her right hand to her own soft pubic mound and began to rub it as she had done before, knowing in a dim part of her consciousness that she was doing wrong, but still unwilling to summon the will to stop herself! Her outstretched middle finger timidly slid across the trembling, hair-lined furrow until it came into maddening contact with the erect bud of her tiny clitoris, then she circled her fingertip across the turgid secret pleasure center, bringing to her young pussy a new, surging, warmly consuming pleasure.
She could feel moistness flowering gently beneath the fleshy folds of her slick cuntal lips and she lowered her finger, insinuating it up into her tightly clasping cunt. A moment later, her mind reeling in ecstasy, she was working her finger in and out, in and out, as her thumb flicked incessantly at her hotly quivering clitoris.
Through the door she could see the dog's long, lewdly glistening animal-cock ramming its way up into the blonde girl's wet clasping pussy, plunging through the damp curling blonde pubic hair like a greased red banana. She could make out the large furry form of his back arched up threateningly over the lushly naked girl who was once again pounding her heels into his smoothly pummeling flesh flanks. The girl's face was contorted into a lewd grimace now, her eyes opening and shutting with each rapid plunging stroke of her pet's lust-thickened hardness.
Mimi shut out all knowledge that what she was doing was wrong… that someone might see her. All that mattered was to reach the delicious climax as Dobkins had helped her to do. Lust ticked like a time bomb inside her awakened body, ready to explode!
Mimi could see the dog's scarlet hardness splurging lewdly into the gal, who strained back beneath him, buffeting her loins up against the grinding assault on her wildly writhing cunt as groan after fitful groan escaped her lips. Her head was flaying from side to side, the sunlight spilling through her tangled blonde hair as again and again the dog tucked insanely into the girl, his fucking strokes becoming more and more rapid, causing the bedsprings to squeak obscenely with each thrust of his hotly tucking animal-cock which was bringing squeals of pleasure from the blonde girl.
Weakly Mimi pressed her body into an arch shape, bending her knees to give her access to her pussy mound, her full white breasts trembling sensuously, her entire body quivering with electrified ripples of erotic sensation that were sweeping over her, racing through the warmly throbbing lips of her pussy and up into the deeper recesses of her ecstatically heaving belly.
Her face was colored deeply with the wild pounding of her heart as she felt her own orgasm coming, building within her like a surging, storm-swelled wave, and for a moment she clung to the door, savoring the lewd pleasure tingling obscenely in her wetly clasping cuntal sheath.
In front of her the two wantonly writhing figures were contorting spasmodically on the sheet-tangled bed, a low bestial snarl escaping the animal's throat as the girl's whitely gleaming buttocks continued their wild staccato pounding back into his furry pummeling canine cock.
At the same time Mimi could feel her own body begin to spasm violently as her clenching cunt began to spew the hot juices of release in gushing spurts around her worming finger, immediately covering her hand, then streaming warmly down her tingling thighs. Simultaneously, a muffled scream – which would have been piercing and awakened the whole valley had not the girl buried her face in the bed coverings – echoed hollowly through the room, followed with a low animal groan that signaled the dual fury of savage orgasm between woman and beast.
For several moments, Mimi just stood there, her legs quivering wearily, her naked buttocks swaying gently from side to side. She could not bring herself to withdraw her fingers from her wetly nibbling cunt until the dying throb of her climax was stilled within her body. At last she heard the bed squeak in the room beyond, jarring her back to consciousness. Peering through the crack of the door, she saw her roommate lying alone on the bed. The girl's legs were parted, her buttocks raised as though she had been frozen in that fucking position. Her face was turned toward Mimi in a blank stare, her hands cupped over her young heaving breasts in a gesture of complete satiation. Slowly Mimi's fingers slipped moistly from her own requited cunt; slowly she turned from the door.
Oh Lord, what kind of people was she stuck with for the summer? What kind of woman would make love to a dog and like it?!
Picking up her suitcase, Mimi headed for the grove of fruit trees, far away from the summer home to erase any shreds of suspicion her blonde roommate might have should she awaken from her sex-trance to find a strange girl gawking through the door at her in a most personal and intimate moment. Mimi propped her suitcase under the pear tree and rested back on the cool green grass that tickled her bare legs delicately and dozed off into a semi-consciousness. In moments her eyelids flickered in sleepy dream. Not until someone tapped her on the shoulder did she wake up.