"How on earth did you manage to train him?" Phyllis Palmer asked her hostess. They were seated in Mary Margaret Siebenthaler's living room, sipping sherry. The dog in question lay on a hooked rug at Mary Margaret's feet, and from where Phyllis sat, she could see the bulk of the Great Dane's sheathed cock and the size of his canine balls.
"It was an accident," Mary Margaret replied. She was smiling to herself at the memory, now that she could look at Phyllis as an eager initiate in the joys of dog-fucking. The younger woman had frankly stated the purpose of her visit upon arrival, and the two quickly developed a warm, emphatic friendship based on the conspiracy of their common interest.
"Victor was only a year old when it happened." The dog lifted his head slightly at the mention of his name, then he lay-down on the rug again. "I was getting ready to take a bath. As I started to put the cap back on my bottle of bath salts, it slipped out of my fingers and rolled out of the bathroom into the bedroom. I went after it and had to get on my hands and knees to reach under the bed for it."
Mary Margaret hesitated, as if undecided about the depth of detail she should reveal. Then she shrugged her shoulders and let an indulgent smile play on her lips.
"I should confess that I'd been fingering myself just before I got ready to bathe, and I guess I was awfully wet and warm. Because Victor came up behind me while my head and shoulders were under the bed, and he stuck his nose in my crotch.
"Well, I hit my head when that cold nose startled me! Then I started to back out of there. But Victor had begun to whine and lick at my pussy, and my joints just started to turn to water… I wanted him to go on and on with what he was doing!
"Phyllis, I'd never had anyone… any live creature at all… to caress me like that. All my sex has had to be solo; sure, I had my fantasies – what woman doesn't dream about perfection? But this was so exquisite that I could have died with joy.
"I slowly backed out from under the bed, being careful not to discourage him. But I wanted to be less confined so l could enjoy every moment to the fullest! Well, he let me back him off far enough to get my head clear without his losing interest, so I just stayed in the same position.
"That tongue of his was really getting around in my twat, and I came a couple of times – mildly but enjoyable – before he had to stop, perhaps to rest his tongue; I don't know.
"I turned around to look back at him, and he was licking the end of his cock. It stuck out of its sheath, red and swollen, and I realized for the first time that he had not been just showing his mistress affection; he was sexually mature, and my wet cunt had made him excited!
"It came to me in a flash, as I watched him trying to soothe the itch and excitement of his sex urge it was so new to him that I'm sure he didn't yet quite know how to relieve himself that he could not find a mate of his own kind very easily. "You see, as luck would have it, there are only male dogs on all the nearby farms; Victor would have to cover several miles on foot to reach the nearest bitch… that German Shepherd at the Kline farm. And it seemed to me that I had the opportunity to satisfy both Victor and myself.
"I've had no one else since my father died; to talk to or to get meals for or anything. Victor has been wonderful company. And when I saw that we could be even more to each other, I jumped at the chance.
"I reached back and slipped my fingers under his nose as he was licking himself. I started to work his sheath back and forth over his cock, and he whined as I did, but he stopped his licking and stood there panting. The red part of his cock stuck out more and more, and then his ass began to move; he was humping into my hand and drooling his excitement.
"I stopped suddenly and resumed my head down position; reaching behind me, I patted my back and told him to 'come' while I wiggled my upturned ass at the same time. He must have found the rest of his instinct, or else he's exceptionally smart, because he mounted me right away.
"It took him a few tries to get it in me, and I want to tell you, Phyllis, that cock of his can hurt if he jabs you in the wrong places! But I was so excited that nothing could have discouraged me at that moment.
"When he got it in me, I was surprised at how big it was; I'd taken it for granted that a dog would have a smaller cock than a man. Well, it was a good thing I'd stretched myself over the years with various things I used to masturbate; his cock really filled me up, and that fuzzy sheath was bunched up in the mouth of my pussy, tickling and teasing it as he started to fuck me."
"Oh, Jesus!" Phyllis cried, pressing her hand into her crotch as she squeezed her thighs together. "I'm creaming my panties just thinking about it!"
"I'm sorry, dear," Mary Margaret said. "I hadn't intended to tease you with the story. Come on; let's see if Victor won't take care of that cream for you." She motioned Phyllis to get out of her chair. "Take off your clothes and get on your hands and knees. "
Phyllis needed no second invitation. She was stopped in seconds, and as she got down on the rug at Mary Margaret's direction, her moist pussy near the dog's nose, the Great Dame whined, lifted his head, then quickly got up and put his nose into the wet hairs of Phyllis' crotch.
He sniffed loudly, whined again, then licked up into the slit of her cunt. Phyllis whimpered happily and tilted her ass more to offer him better access to her snatch. His tongue lapped up the juice, its tip curling around the stiff bud of her clit and making her cry out with joy.
His snuffling, whining sounds continued as he ate her cunt with obvious excitement. Looking back through her legs, Phyllis could see the dog's underbelly in a three-quarter new. The red, conical tip of his prick curved out of its sheath, and she thought she saw a drop of his pearly semen glistening there.
Suddenly she wanted that dog prick inside her more than anything; even more than she wanted him to go on licking her clit and her swollen cuntlips.
"Oh, get him on me… please!" she begged, wiggling her ass in lustful impatience.
Mary Margaret reached down and patted Phyllis on the back and spoke to the dog.
"Come, Victor!"
Victor mounted her. Phyllis felt Mary Margaret's fingers at her cunt; the woman guided the dog's cock into the right spot with one hand as she held the inner lips of the cunt parted with the fingers of her other hand. Phyllis felt the red meat slide inside, to fill her cunt completely.
"Oh, that feels good!" she cried. "Fuck me, Victor! Ooh-h-h! That fuzzy tickling!"
"Now, don't panic, dear," Mary Margaret told her. "But it's likely that he may get his knot expanded just inside your vagina. It'll hurt a little at first, but don't fight it. If you make him panic, he could try to get away and hurt both of you. You have to wait until he's come for the third time before the swelling goes down; then you can get away."
"That must be… how they get… hung up… dogs, I mean." Phyllis was gasping and moaning now as she felt the sliding cock begin to enlarge at its base. The flesh expanded and filled her vestibule; she thought her cunt was going to be tom apart. Then it swelled no more and she decided that she could take the discomfort as long as his cock continued to wiggle hotly inside her tunnel.
The short hair on the animal was frictioning her cuntlips in a steady vibration, and she was ready to lose her mind with bliss. Then she felt a hot spurt as the dog spouted his sperm. It was so much warmer than her own body temperature that she thought for a moment it was scalding her innards.
But then she began to come. She moaned and went rigid as the ecstatic spasms shook her. The dog humped into her even harder, the tip of his prick probing her walls fiercely as he continued to Luck her, his front legs pulling her to him powerfully by her hips. He shot into her another time, his heated semen like wet rockets bursting in her depths. She whimpered, her body trembling in the final convulsions of her climax; his second load was a stimulus almost too great for her.
He kept fucking into her with desperate humps, and Phyllis felt as though she might pass out at any moment, so lightheaded had she become from the effects of her orgasm and the continued fucking.
Then Victor released his last barrage. He grunted and whined as the fluid spurted into her, and Phyllis felt another climax grabbing at her cunt. She began to stiffen and jerk all over, and her breath came out in sobs of ecstasy.
Darkness closed in on her, and when she revived from her blissful state, she was lying on her side on the rug. Mary Margaret was kneeling beside her, and Victor sat across the room, licking his well-used prick.
"My God, what a wild fuck!" Phyllis gasped. "I don't know how often I'd be able to take it, though. How often do you let him in you?"
"Whenever I need it," Mary Margaret replied; she did not feel constrained to tell everything.
"Well, it was quite an experience!" Phyllis confessed. "I'm grateful. If I can do anything for you…"
"As a matter of fact, you might," said her hostess. "Men seem to know more about dogs than women, and I'd like your husband's advice about something… an operation I read about, for dogs. Could you have him drop over when he has time to read the information in my book and tell me what he thinks?"
"Of course, Mary Margaret," Phyllis agreed. "I don't know that Dean's any authority on dogs, but I do know he's had several in his life before we got Laddie. And he'd be glad to do anything he could to help you, I'm sure."
Dean put off his duty call at the Siebenthaler farm for two days, scheduling it so he could stop on his way back from a trip to Spencer, saving himself the trouble of cleaning up for two separate occasions.
It was almost 4PM when he parked his pickup in back of the house and went up to the porch. Mary Margaret met him at the door, then Invited Dean inside.
He was startled to see that his hostess was wearing makeup for the first time to his knowledge. True, it was only a light application of lipstick and an expert accenting of her eyes, but it made her look fifteen years younger. It came to him with a shock, as he thought back, that she could really not be more than eight or ten years older than Phyllis. Her severely plain dress and lack of makeup had made him think of her as being much older.
She served him sherry and took her own glass to her favorite chair. Victor barked, then stretched out at her feet, and she looked over at Dean with a cautious expression on her face.
"That book on the end table," she said. "It's the reason I needed your advice. If you'll open it to where I have the bookmark and read the page on the right…"
Dean picked up the book, glancing at the cover as he prepared to open it. It was a treatise on the training of sex dogs. He wondered where Mary Margaret had latched onto it; certainly not in Gatesville.
He read the page twice before he was satisfied that he knew all the text had to say on the subject. It described the surgical operation that separated the animal's prepuce or foreskin from the body, which would let it hang free to serve as am effective "tickler" for the human female during Intercourse.
He looked up to see his hostess studying him intently over the rim of her glass. She was blushing slightly, but her expression was quite calm and serious.
"I wouldn't want to do anything that would hurt Victor," she told him. "But if the operation's harmless, and if it does what it's supposed to do, according to the book, I'd like to have it done." She seemed to be asking his opinion on the decision; wanting him to confirm or dispute the book.
"As far as its hurting the dog," he said, "I shouldn't think it would be as uncomfortable as tail docking; there's no bone involved. All they do, apparently, is separate the upper edge of the sheath from the skin of his belly and let it all hang down, so to speak. A few stitches will make the cut heal up in no time. But as far as the effectiveness of the operation… well, I have no idea about that. It sounds feasible enough."
"That's not my only problem," Mary Margaret said. "Where could I take him to have it done? I surely can't go to a local vet; the scandal would be out in no time at all."
Dean had to grin in spite of himself. If she weren't such a gossip, she wouldn't expect it from everyone else. He decided that the least he could get from the inconvenience of this visit would be a hell of a show. He figured that she owed him that, and he was just impish enough to demand it.
"I think perhaps I can take him to someone reliable," he told her. "But if you really want my considered opinion, I'd have to see the dog in action at close range so I can tell just how much difference the operation might make." He smiled at her deceptively. "It was a little dim and distant watching through the screen door."
Her blush, which had been faint but constant until then, darkened slightly as she realized that he was asking for a demonstration. She bit her lip, tried to stare him down in case he was putting her on, then gave it up as his innocent expression remained undisturbed.
She stood up and calmly began to undress, facing him directly, as if determined not to show him that she was embarrassed. Dean was fascinated as the frock fell to the floor around her feet. He barely restrained a gasp of amazement as he saw her hourglass-shaped body in bra and panties.
To Dean, as to most of the community, she was simply one of those unexplainable spinsters who dressed in conservative style and color and remained apart from the rest of the town-folk. No romantic tale of a lost love or anything; just an apparent loner.
When her shapeless frock dropped away, he wet his lips and groaned softly at the wasted loveliness that had been hidden by the sack-like garment. And he saw that, whatever front she chose to present to the outside world, Mary Margaret kept herself very feminine and desirable beneath the somber disguise.
The dainty design of her expensive lingerie was more than compensated for in its brilliant red color. The gossamer bra was cradling her superbly full, firm tits that jiggled excitingly as she stepped out of the frock. Her brief panties were padded by the lush growth of her pubic bush, and the tight crack of her gash was outlined down its center.
Her figure was breathtakingly perfect, and Dean, sat there with his mouth open and his cock swelling stiffly in his slacks. There was no way he could have remained silent, thinking about all that beauty being reserved for a dog who could not appreciate it.
"My God, Mary Margaret!" he managed to say after he closed his mouth and swallowed a time or two. "You have all that loveliness hidden away, and you're only going to offer me sherry?" He wet his lips and swallowed again, still partly in shock.
"I… I don't know," she said in a quiet voice. Her eyes flicked down to focus on the bulge in his crotch. Then they swerved to regard the dog; Victor was still lying quietly on the rug, seemingly asleep. "Do you want me very much?" It was not coyness; she wanted to reassure herself that she was desired for herself before she would answer.
"More than anything else in the world at this moment," he told her truthfully. As if he had stumbled onto a magic phrase, he saw her hand reach out to him. He got to his feet, and she led him into her bedroom, closing the door to keep Victor outside.
Their bodies melted together as their mouths met in a hot, smeary kiss. While their tongues jousted, and they sucked at each other's lips and tongues frantically, Dean unfastened her bra and felt the slight impact of her tits springing free against his chest.
He eased her onto the bed, and she lay back, letting him do as he wished with her. He fastened his mouth on one of the gorgeous tits. He began to attack it with little sucks and nibblings. She whimpered happily, and he continued his feast while his hands worked at the waistband of her panties.
When he switched to the other tit, she finished removing her panties and threw them aside. Dean caught the faint odor of her cunt in the material as it breezed past his face, and he groaned as he deserted her tits and headed for her crotch.
The lovely dark bush was split wide by the outward pressure of her swelling cuntlips. Several drops of her dew glistened at the fuzzy edges of her slit, and Dean could smell the sweet musk of her heat as he bent down and pressed his lips to the moist mouth.
Mary Margaret moaned as he made contact, then she spread her thighs to give him more room. He licked greedily all around the fleshy bowl of her vulva, stabbed the puckered hole of her cunt a few times, then went after her clit.
She moaned steadily when he took the bud in his lips and gave it several hard little sucks to heat it up quickly. Then he twitted the tiny fleshling with his tongue, and she began to whimper again.
Her ass was moving slowly on the bed in rotary motions, with a slight suggestive upward thrust at the end of each revolution. Dean knew she was heating up rapidly, and he seized the bud in his lips once more.
After only five or six powerful sucks, she gave a hoarse little sob and fucked into his mouth with a sudden drive that almost made him bite his lip. Her body tensed, then quivered uncontrollably. He probed into her hole again and tongue-fucked her while she came in hard, jerking convulsions.
He got up and undressed quickly as she trembled through her finale. His cock was throbbing eagerly as he crawled back onto the bed. She had brought her legs together in reflex, and her hand was pressed over her bush as if she sought to still the turmoil inside her, or perhaps to seal off the escape of so much pleasure.
Dean watched her knees while they slowly relaxed. Then he got a grip on her calves and moved them apart; he was staring right into her bush. He separated her thighs, and her gash opened under, staring back at him reddishly, its deep sex flush making it more appetizing than ever.
As he watched the inner lips pouting around her hole, he saw it wink at him in a spasm. With a loud groan, he crawled into the vee of her thighs and grabbed his cock in his hand. He shoved it into the wet bush, moved it around in the slippery lips, then got it centered in the soft wet flesh of her velvet cunt.
He eased it into her slowly, feeling the moist furrow close around his prick as he entered her. Her ass was again moving; this time the upward thrust was more pronounced. She was hot to receive him and eager for action.
"Ooo-h-h!" she breathed ecstatically. "All the way, Dean! Get into me ad the way!"
He drove home, pressing his balls into the wet fuzziness of her cunt, and she moaned her pleasure. Dean leaned down and kissed her lips, the movement carrying her ass off the bed as his cock lifted her with its impalement, supported by the leverage of his pubic bone and hips.
Her tongue darted out to him, and he gave it a fast suck, then thrust his tongue into her lips. She sucked it into her mouth as he started to lunge into her with long, delicious fucks that rippled softness of her cunt flesh and made it cling to him wetly.
They had to abandon the kiss, to concentrate on the rest of the action, and Dean gradually changed his strokes, rotating and spiraling and dipping, feeling out every delightful fold and nook of her clasping cunt.
"Oh, Dean!" she cried. "It's beautiful… if only it could last! But I think… oh, yes! Oh God, yes… yes-s-s s!"
He felt her cunt tighten up on him and her body begin to tense. He knew it was time to join her. Releasing an his control, he concentrated on the voluptuous sweetness of her hot, wet pussy, and as he drove into her for the final thrust, he felt his groin tense and jerk. His sperm shot into her depths, and she uttered whimpering little cries as the hot fluid flooded her tunnel.
They clung together fiercely until her spasms were almost over. Dean flexed his sphincter a few times to drain his cock, and the resulting swelling of his glans gave her a parting thrill before he pulled out of her pussy.
He had been too busy before, but now he could hear Victor whining and scratching at the bedroom door. He was glad it was closed. Now he was not so sure he wanted to drive the dog to Doc Lambert's office, unless he chained him in the bed of the pickup. Victor would have to be pretty dense not to know that Dean had usurped some of his fucking!
As if she had read his mind, Mary Margaret reached over and patted him on the thigh and smiled before she raised her head and called out to the dog to silence him. When Victor had ceased his whining, she lay back and smiled at Dean again.
"I hope you won't mind taking Victor with you now," she told him. "This would be a good time to take care of it, since it will put him out of action for a while. I feel as if what you've done for me will last a long time!"