virginal teenage flesh. Her loins felt as if they were boiling over. It would not have been so difficult to conceive of her worldly and beautiful sister's neighbor laying back there in the yard with a man. But with a dog?
Suddenly she saw Marla pull her knees all the way up so that they touched her breasts. In this position the slender crevice between her smooth milk-white buttocks was rolled upward and presented in obscene sacrifice to Dobbie's savagely licking tongue. Sharon watched wild-eyed from the gate as the big animal's gleaming tongue scrolled up to thrust madly in and out of her neighbor's hair-fringed cuntal furrow in a lascivious imitation of intercourse, then spiraled its way wetly downward to flick without mercy at the woman's wrinkled little anus.
Marla seemed to be choking on her own moans as Dobbie's tongue pointed and elongated, licking and flicking passionately at her exposed and vulnerable nether opening. She no longer delivered words of any clarity, but rather one long string of mumbled imprecations, all of them hopelessly incoherent with passion.
Sharon was trembling violently now. As if in a dream her free hand began involuntarily massaging the straining voluptuousness of her virginal young breasts. Then her fingers snaked up under her tight bikini top and trapping her trembling nipples between thumb and forefinger and kneading and twisting at them until she was afraid they might rip loose from the quivering milky mounds.
A groan of deepest satisfaction escaped from the thirteen year old's sensually parted lips. The fire raging all around inside her loins was driving her crazy. And the finger still thrust down between her legs was now driving in and out of her wetly sluicing cunt in a maddening cadence.
Gasping for air, the hopelessly aroused teenager screwed her fingers in as deeply as she could, then began running them in and out of her swallowing cunt with a fury that was uncontrollable. The vision in her head of her neighbor having her cunt licked by the Doberman Pinscher only goaded her on to more insane heights of licentious desire. Even as she shut her eyes with tension, she could still see in her mind's eyes the way Dobbie's large thick tongue stuffed itself in and out of Marla's urgently clasping cunt, sinking through the soft dark pubic hair like a wet red sword. Thus stirred, it was not long before Sharon's hoarse gasps and cries were matching those of Marla's.
Yes, she had to admit it – she wanted everything that Marla was getting and them some. Her fingers became in her imagination the big dog's lapping tongue, and they split her love-starved young cunt right up the sensitive middle. She only wished that it were Dobbie's tongue pumping into her searing hot cunt instead of just her fingers. Out of her mind with lust, she moved the other hand away from her heaving breasts, reaching down inside her panties from the rear and then working one slender index finger up into the tiny puckered anus between her moon-shaped buttocks. She gasped hoarsely as, in a few seconds, she soon had two slim substitute penises fucking in and out of the vaginal openings of her loins, her pleasure increased a hundred-fold.
Sharon gasped and choked on her own lusty cries as she dually finger-fucked herself. She stopped long enough to lift her tee-shirt, and bra up off her large hanging breasts, then plunged her fingers back in again with a groan. Then she moved up close to the wall of the fence until her full-swaying mounds were brushing nipple first against the rough wood, driving the hungering thirteen year old to even greater heights of masturbatory bliss.
The young girl's face flushed crimson as she felt her climax coming with a great savage roar like a tidal wave of sound and pleasure steaming toward a tropical beach. She hung teetering on the edge of the most beautiful blinding orgasm of her young teenage life, her long blonde hair hanging down her throat straining for breath – and then suddenly her entire body was vibrating madly and the white hot secretions of her lust came gushing down around her lewdly plunging fingers, covering her hand with its thick cream-like stickiness and then running down her wrist to drip onto the patio brick floor below. She could feel it trickling in small prickly rivers down the insides of her shivering thighs and over her stiffly bent knees.
For a long time Sharon didn't realize how much she was gasping and panting for breath through her fantastic shattering climax. Her head seemed to have left her body, and perspiration and a post-orgasmic rash broke out all over her succulent body. Her eyes seemed to be clenched tightly shut for ages, her head resting lank against the fence, her teeth dug sharply into her full lower lip in order to prevent herself from crying out.
Sharon remained there gasping for air for some time, her ass cheeks swaying langurously in the air. She couldn't bring herself to withdraw her fingers from her body until the last dying pulsations of her climax had departed. When they had, her fingers at last slithered wetly from her satiated pussy and tight-clasping anus, and she shuddered as if she had a fever.
Still panting heavily, she leaned against the fence and looked in at Marla Cushing. Yes, she was still there, and now apparently undergoing her own terrific, head-blowing orgasm. She had gripped Dobbie's ears and was drawing his muzzle so deeply between her long smooth legs that Sharon, blowing some platinum wisps out of her blue eyes, couldn't really make out whether the dog was fucking her with his snout or with his tongue.
Sharon clutched her throat as she realized that she was becoming all excited again. This would never do at all. The thing to do was get home quickly and take a cold shower or something… anything!
Trembling, the exhausted thirteen year old managed to tear herself away from the illicitly exciting scene taking place in her sister's neighbor's yard. There didn't seem to be much room in there for asking a favor. She couldn't look Marla in the eye now anyway.
But still she had to calm herself down somehow. Her head was all confused and befuddled as she made her way back around the house with Marla's cries of ecstasy ringing in her ears: 'That's it, Dobbie! Hurry! Lick my cunt! We have to get you home to my sister before she gets jealous. Hurry, darling. Oh, I'm cummmming!'
And those were the last words echoing in her ears as the visiting teenager made her way back around the house and into the free and happy sunlight.
Perhaps now Rhonda would be home…
CHAPTER EIGHT
Back in Rhonda Baker's bedroom, Sharon's redheaded sister lolled lazily on her waterbed, the golden fingers of the late afternoon sun streaking across her tanned body as she reached one arm up above her head and stretched. Her firmly uptilted breasts jiggled with voluptuous resilience on her chest.
She had fallen asleep before the television set, and was thankful for that. For after an orgasm with Cesar's tongue and cock up inside of her, she was no better than a whimpering dummy for the longest time until her body floated back together again.
Rhonda had never realized that such a wonderful lewd heaven could exist in this world. She had devoted her whole existence toward being a wife and maybe a mother some day, and now in the course of an afternoon all of her traditional Irish Catholic values had been turned upside down by the marvelous climaxes Cesar was capable of producing inside her no longer resisting flesh.
But of one thing she was certain – now that she'd found such a delightful way of spending a lazy summer day, she wouldn't give it up for anything. Bob would have to accept her newfound desire if she was to be his wife.
Thrusting her fingers exotically upward through her long red hair, the contented woman thought again about the long sensual afternoon they had passed. She had needed less priming as time went on to fan her voluptuous curves into a glowing furnace of lust, and had moaned and gasped endlessly as she lay naked and wanton beneath Cesar's searing wet caresses. How could she ever have thought that such beautiful love could possibly be obscene and perverted? That no longer made any sense. A broad grin broke out over her face when he mused at what her mother would think should she ever discover her eldest daughter's obsession.
What had Cesar in store for her next? Would Marla allow her pet animal to wander the neighborhood freely, or would she jealously protect her pet, keep him safe at home and in her own arms. Oh, Marla couldn't be that cruel! The lips of her shamefully relaxed cunt felt all swollen and sultry, waiting for Cesar's next kiss.
She looked down at him where he now lay exhausted on the waterbed next to her. She had fallen asleep with her arms around his muscular furry body, but somehow he had managed to slip out of her grasp and find his own niche on the burgundy bedspread that enhanced his deep brown-black coat, making the light caramel of his belly and paws stand out vividly. What a beautiful animal he was! How could she ever repay him for the happiness he had brought her.
'Cesar!' she called out in a silken murmur, and patted the bed beside her. 'Come here, Cesar. There's something I want to do for you.'
