as her sexual fires began to bank themselves.
Trudy hugged the dog, working herself against him and then shoving a breast at his jaws. The mutt obliged, shoving that gigantic tongue against it and lapping until Trudy's head rolled back, her eyes closed, ecstasy on her face. “God… God… God…” Buddy crawled around to grasp Trudy's head, kissing her on the mouth and fondling the second breast while Alexander continued to lap. He was surprised when she shoved his face away and slapped his head from her breast.
“Scram, dear brother. I'm getting all the loving I need,” she hissed, at the same time stroking Alexander's head so he wouldn't be hurt and leave.
“What the hell…” Buddy began, but she shushed him.
“I told you, get away. Don't pretend you're shocked. You're getting your kicks just watching, right? Think what I'm experiencing. It's heaven. How would you like to have him wrap that tongue around your prick?” Buddy's eyes lighted. “Say, that's not a bad-” “Later, worm,” she continued. “Much later.” Trudy offered Alexander her other breast, which had already been pumped up by her brother, and the dog welcomed it, still being generous with his tongue. The little blonde's breathing was rasping like a file and she was stroking that head, grasping the ears, thumping those broad flanks.
Mary Ellen stirred, coming forward and trying to join in, her eyes begging, just as Buddy had done. “Get lost,” Trudy repeated, glaring at her rival for the dog's affections.
Mary Ellen seemed not to hear, sprawling on her elbows by Alexander's hindquarters and peering under his belly, to where his swollen balls and red shaft swung precariously. “Golly, what a sight.”
“It's mine, I tell you,” Trudy snapped. “Hands off.” Mary Ellen reached under the dog and her fingers ran along the red lance. “It's just like a sticky sucker, or something.” “I told you…”
“It's so different from a man's, you know?” she continued, trying to get a grip on the thing. Christ, even I was getting a new hard-on, from what erotic and sick portion of my subconscious I'll never know.
Trudy waded into her friend, pulling her breast from Alexander's tongue, and shoving hard on Mary Ellen's shoulder, sending the heavier girl sprawling. “Don't screw up everything, sweetheart. Wait your turn and we'll all be happy. This dog will run at the sight of a rabbit, you know, so stop trying to frighten him.” Her voice was like a whip in the stillness.
Then she was back before the dog, giving him final licks at each nipple before, stroking his head with a gentleness that belied her raging passion, she turned around. Now his head was facing her buttocks and Trudy, on hands and knees, looked back over her shoulder at him.
“Come on, boy,” she whispered. “It's all yours.”
“Jee-sus,” Buddy wailed, smacking his forehead. “If Aunt Charlotte could only see her little niece now.”
“Shut up,” she rasped at her brother. “You keep that tongue quiet or I'll tear it out of your throat.”
Again she was all sweetness and light for the German shepherd. The dog came forward, sniffing the white curve of a buttock, and then the other cheek. His nose wiggled along the crack, shoving deeper.
Trudy, I realized, was going all the way with her four-legged friend, the dog she had come to know so intimately from sitting with him.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
I stared, hardly believing, reminded of stag shows I'd been told about in which women had shared the billings with Shetland ponies, collies or other creatures belonging to a different species.
I wondered if Alexander himself could believe his good fortune for, so far as I knew, this was his first foray into the world of sex, since he was hardly more than a pup. He withdrew his nose from the sheltering cheeks of Trudy's saucy bottom, staring into her intimate area, the tip of his tail wagging, his ears pricked up high.
Looking around at us, he licked his chops and waited as though hoping his master would give permission. I was certain of it when his eyes locked on mine. I hated what I was doing but, worked up as I was at the bizarre sight, I nodded. He knew what that meant, all right.
He turned back to Trudy, nuzzling his big black beak into her rump again and sliding it down the crack until Trudy was wiggling back and forth and making small noises in her throat. She might have been a white-coated canine herself, the way she was perched on all fours, her buttocks presented as a perfect target. A bitch in heat, that was Trudy Pipp.
“Come on, fellow,” she whispered, her eyes dancing with a weird light. She was perspiring, the sweat collecting on her forehead and running down to the tip of her nose. “Come on. There's a good boy. Please.”
Alexander nuzzled closer and his long dark tongue whipped put, lapping half the length of her buttock fissure. He must have hit a dozen vital spots in a single lap, for Trudy went crazy for a moment, shaking from stem to stern, drooping on the pavement as her head hung, clawing at the concrete with her nails until I feared blood would flow. Then she managed to get some control of her self and she closed her eyes, breathing hard, her breast heaving as she waited for the next step.
The dog shoved lower, getting between her legs, and the little blonde shifted immediately, moving her knees farther apart so the big dark head could get between them and come up against the lips of her vagina.
“Look,” Mary Ellen was hissing, jabbing at me with her elbow, “he's going to shove that tongue into her snatch. Oh, I wish I were her!”
“You do?” I blurted.
She nodded and there were sighs all around the group. I glanced toward Amy and she was getting up, sitting on the concrete, blinking at the awesome spectacle that was unfolding in her own backyard. She looked toward me and I shrugged, feeling weak and foolish. We hadn't planned on this but, in his way Alexander might help us control these young people.
The dog was kicking at the long puffy lips between Trudy's legs, the extended tongue lancing between her folds and making great waves of pleasure ripple through that ripe little body. The tongue darted again and again and Trudy's ecstasy was building with each lap until we knew she was on the verge of an orgasm.
Surprisingly, she closed her legs, forcing the head back out, and even Alexander seemed surprised. Balancing on her drawn up knees, the baby-sitter grasped her buttocks, spreading the cheeks so that her rosebud of a hole appeared in the middle of her posterior.
“That's the place, Alexander,” she wailed, pointing at the hole with a finger. “Somebody show him, please.”
Mary Ellen was waddling over to the battle scene and taking the dog's head, pointing the nose directly into the bunghole. He sniffed and seemed satisfied that it was a comfortable enough place.
Mary Ellen withdrew and Trudy resumed her stance, ready now that the dog had been fully oriented. Alexander placed a paw on Trudy's back, letting it slip down across her left buttock, leaving a trail of red as it bruised the tender skin. He tried again and the paw stayed.
He was experimenting, learning as he went, I knew, and I wondered if he'd mature expecting to have his sexual satisfaction from the human female form rather than from a dog like himself. This I reasoned, was how perverts were created.
He lifted himself, getting his second paw planted on her lower back. “That's a good dog. Come on, boy,” she was rasping through moist lips, looking back over her shoulder.
He jockeyed into position, moving his feet higher on the back and, in the process, shifting his own loins closer to Trudy's. Soon his chest was against her buttocks and then his belly and the tip of the fiery red lance touched a cheek for the first time.
“Oh!” The cry came in unison from Trudy and Mary Ellen, who seemed to be enjoying herself almost as much as the object of Alexander's affections.
The German shepherd shifted his weight slightly, his hind paws scratching noisily against the paving, and then his penis was aimed straight at Trudy's anus, all ready to pierce the sphincter that guarded the treasures inside her rectum. There was nothing to stop his advance and we looked on with obvious anticipation.
I stared at the others. Mary Ellen's mouth was open and, as she stared, she was fingering herself, her vagina receiving the direct benefit of Alexander's foray into the human sex world. Buddy was also staring, a weird smirk on his lips. Johnny was sitting cross-legged, his hands on his crotch, fondling his hardened penis, his eyes wide. Even
