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 A Boner for Buster by Jon Karajan

   Loam City is a bedroom community outside of Tulsa, Oklahoma.  Ravaged
during the 1980's oil bust, the hibernating town got a boost when Nissan
opened their North American Plant #3 there in 2001.  Rising oil prices
reinvigorated the oil industry beginning in 2007 and the town is booming
again.  It seems like a new subdivision breaks ground monthly and everybody
you meet is from some other state.  A school and a big new mall went in out
by the Interstate and the new Mall has become a mecca for local teens who
hang out at the food court and roller rink.

   Sara Johnson and and Amy Cornwaller met at W.  J.  Clinton Junior High.
They were both in Mr.  Shanker's first period Math class and shared a
locker in Ms.  Blucher's 4th period Girls P.E.  Both girls were Ninth-grade
slender with blossoming breasts hinting at their future endowment.  They
both experimented with the latest look and had colored their dark hair
something else.  For Amy, the purple streak in the middle of her hair went
with her dark leather skirts, black lipstick and earrings.  She hoped it
would make her fit into the more grown-up goth crowd in Tulsa, while Sara
had bleach blond hair and favored short skirts, tank tops with pink Chuck
Taylor shoes or flip-flops during the summer.

   They both liked the latest teeny pop stars and the brightest and hottest
cowboy musicians.  They wanted to be old enough to smoke and go to the over
sixteen clubs in nearby Tulsa.  They both wanted tattoos and piercings, but
knew that wouldn't happen as long as they lived at home.

   Sara ached to lose her virginity.  It was something she had been
thinking about for a while.  She had read every article about the Big-O in
the glamor magazines and she learned to masturbate herself to orgasm by
rubbing her clit.  But to experience the ecstasy of real sex with a hot guy
was what she wanted.

   This was a desire Sara had definitely NOT shared with her folks, but Amy
thought it was OK and Sara valued her friend's opinion.  Sara was the good
child in her family and her folks would be hysterical if they found out she
was having sex.

   The main impediment to fulfilling her goal was that she just hadn't
found the right guy to hook-up with during the summer.  Oh sure, the
Mexican guys at the Mall had tried to hit on her and there were a few of
her brother's friends around, but they were l-o-s-e-r-s.  There was little
urgency and she planned to begin the search in earnest when school started
after Labor Day.

   As for Sara's friend: Amy was NOT the good girl in her family.  In fact,
ever since her folks divorced she had been the family Problem Child and
things went from bad to worse after her mom remarried.

   Amy found herself in the Juvenile Confinement Center for several weeks
because she was caught shoplifting at McMillan Mall with her boyfriend. 
They had stolen stupid stuff they didn't even need in plain sight of the
ceiling mounted security camera.  Since her boyfriend was 18, he was locked
up in the Tulsa County Jail so she hadn't seen him for around two months.

   The JCC released Amy into the custody of her mother, Lynn Gyndelf.  Lynn
is a vivacious single mom, who had raised her kids the best she could on
her salary as a teacher.  She was anxious to get her daughter out of the
facility because of the reputation it had with the other parents that she
met on visiting days.

   Lynn had thought initially that Amy might benefit from the experience,
but three weeks in Juvenile Confinement dodging the tough teen lesbians who
preyed on the younger girls was plenty.  Amy was tough, but twice she was
forced to go down on Kenyatta Wilson, a fat black Dyke who's pussy smelled
because of poor personal hygiene.

   Under the terms of her release, Amy wasn't allowed to leave her house
unless it was to go to the Probation Lady or to school and there wasn't any
school because it was summer.  She was bored with doing nothing, bored with
TV and anxious to break out of her home prison, but a single mistake could
send Amy back to Juvenile Confinement, then on to the Oklahoma Reformatory
for Girls, so Amy had been both careful AND courteous to Lynn and her
stepfather.

   After four weeks, her attorney spoke to the Judge, who eased the terms
of her probation.  The ankle bracelet was gone and Amy could leave the
house, but only under close adult supervision.

   It was under these circumstances that Lynn and the Probation Lady worked
out a contract to which the young woman agreed.  Amy was allowed to spend a
supervised night at Sara's house over the July 4th weekend.  To be sure
there was no problem, Lynn went through Amy's things for contraband before
they left the house.

   Sara's parents had sounded reliable on the phone and when she dropped
Amy off, Lynn chatted with Ramona, the mother.  Sara's parents were members
at a private club and Amy was to go with their family to the big fireworks
show that was held there each July 4th.  The girls would be supervised and
never left alone.  Sara was a good kid and Lynn saw no cause for concern.

   Amy carried her bag into the house while Lynn and Mona discussed the
weekend plans and quickly agreed that the girls would NOT be allowed to go
to the mall or to any of the downtown teen clubs.  It went without saying
that they were not allowed to smoke.

   Buddy and Alice, the family Dalmatians stood nearby, their tails wagging
lazily in the summer air.  Buddy was big and rather husky for a dalmatian
and had sired at least a dozen litters with Alice, a thin bitch whose
perpetually enlarged nipples hung like little black fingers from her belly.
Purebred Dalmatian puppies sold for $1100, so the whole family helped
breed, birth, raise and sell them.  Lynn, the two girls and the dogs walked
together, up the driveway and into the backyard.

   Sara's dad was out back cooking burgers and fresh corn on his new
outdoor grill.  He stood away from the gleaming device, out of the smoke
with a beer in one hand and a paper towel in the other.  He wiped the sweat
from his forehead and sized up Amy and her mom.  He wasn't sure he liked
what he saw in Sara's new friend.

   Mike was a tall, hard working and conservative guy with a supervisory
job at the Nissan Plant and he deliberately raised his kids to stay out of
trouble.  Mike didn't like the short skirts and tank tops his daughters
wore and he didn't like the Goth Look either, though he was too polite to
say so to company.

   Mike was Grand Vizier at the Loam City Antelope Club, a combination
fraternal organization and after-hours drinking club out by the airport. 
For Mike, the fact they had raised $11,000 for some orphanage in Oklahoma
City wasn't the main reason for joining; networking, golf, poker and
raucous parties with their many Antelope friends on weekend nights was why
he belonged.

   Ramona was a foot shorter than Mike, not stocky, but with some
comfortable curves which balanced her ample cleavage.  Mona liked the
western look, with tight jeans, plaid shirts and faux leather vests.  Mike
liked the way she looked and Mona was a loving and effective stay at home
mom.

   Mona's sex life met her expectations.  Though she didn't think Mike
would wander, to make sure, Mona kept in shape and never wore underwear to
bed.  In high school, she had been popular, but not a cheerleader type. 
She had always favored family and home over college and career.  She was
pregnant with their first daughter and married to Mike the summer she
turned 18.

   The group ate their dinner on paper plates at the picnic table out by
the cottonwood tree.  Amy, Sara and Sara's oldest sister, Amanda, chatted
about the things that interested girls their ages while Mike and Mona
gabbed about the evening plans.

   Bored, Sara's sister left early to meet her boyfriend Matt at the
multiplex theater next to McMillan Mall.  Sara's brother Jeff wasn't there
for dinner -"he was working at the mall Food Court.  Jeff had just started
going to Tulsa Junior College and hoped to become a police officer someday.
He had his own car and was growing a beard.

   Sara's mom and dad each drank another beer over dinner and the topic of
conversation turned to what the girls were going to wear to the firework
show...

   -œYou aren't going to wear THAT, are you?  -œ Mike asked Sara asked
critically.  Mona wanted to back her husband's values without sounding too
stern, so she added, -œYou know the mosquitoes will be out.  You should
cover your arms and wear some jeans.  Sara was at the age where her spirit
sprayed rebelliousness: I don't have anything else to wear!

   Yes you do.  Go change your clothes!  Mona ordered.

   I don't WANT to wear jeans!, Sara shouted angrily.  You people are
always trying to run my life!

   Angry and embarrassed, Mona glared at her daughter, weighing her
response.  Mike responded first:

   You will wear what we say, young lady, or you will NOT be going to the
fireworks!  Mike roared.

   Oh Yeah?!  Well I don't want to go anyway!  Those Antelope people are
so...so...LAME!  Sara shouted back.

   Because they had company, Mona and Mike caved in quickly to avoid an
escalation of the teenager vs parent scene.  There would be time Sunday to
sort it out-- after the other girl went home.

   For the good of all it was decided that Amy and Sara would stay home, on
their best behavior until the Johnson's came home from the firework show.
At most, they would be alone for two or three hours.  Mike and Mona left
about 7 in order to get good parking and the girls were left to watch T.V.
in the basement rec room.

   At 7:35, the girls heard Jeffrey pull into the driveway.  From the back
door, at the top of the steps, Jeff called, Hey, anybody down there?  Mom?
Sara?!  Yeah, were down here!  Me and Amy!  What are you doing home so
early?  Sara yelled.

   Awww, it was so goldurned slow tonight, that the manager sent me home.
You remember Brad Chumpson?  He was in my class and already he's Assistant
Manager at Whirley Burger!  What a brown-noser!

   The girls tittered at Jeff's mature-sounding opinion and Sara said,
-œJeff, this is my friend, Amy Cornwaller .  She's moved here from
Albuquerque and was in my homeroom.  We've been friends like all year.

   Jeff came down the steps so that he could get a look at Amy.  She was
laying on the carpet in front of the TV and Jeff could see she her slender
backside.  She was tallish, pretty and her breasts were not as well
developed as his sister's.  The sight of her made his dick harden, but she
was 4 years younger than he and it wouldn't be proper for him to actually
date a 'kid', a mere Freshman-to-be when he was, after all, in Junior
College.

   So, what are your plans?  T.V.  and popcorn?  Or are you going to spend
the evening brushing each others' hair?  Jeff asked sarcastically.

   We were hoping you'd drive us up to Club Metro!  Blurted Sara.  The two
girls exchanged hopeful glances.

   Awwww, I don't know.  That's pretty far and you know Mom and Dad will be
home by midnight.  Besides, it's for kids sixteen and up and you don't have
I.D.  How about if I take you two up to the Dilli Deli?  You 'kids' can buy
me a smoothie and maybe I won't make you walk back home.  Jeff chuckled,
enjoying the power over his sister and her friend.

   C'mon Jeff!  Have a heart!  Pleaded Sara.  We can give you a couple
bucks for gas.

   Nope, sorry, I just filled up on the way home.  Jeff shrugged,I guess
I'll head over to the Antelope Club for the fireworks.  You two have a good
time...

   Wait!  I've got...a spliff...how about we share this and then you give
us a ride downtown?  Amy smiled breathlessly and opened her sun glasses
case to show Jeff the goods.  Sara stood there beaming.

   Ah, I guess we can work something out.  He glance at them warily.  œUh,
lets pull a couple of folding chairs into the laundry room so Mom and Dad
don't smell it.  Climb up on the dryer and open the window!

   That was Jeff, always ordering his siblings around.  The three sat down,
Sara on the hamper, Jeff and Amy on folding chairs.  Amy lit up, inhaled
deeply and passed the joint to Jeff.

   Soon the three of them were hysterical over some silly story when one of
them, Jeff or Sara, had the idea of checking their dad's dresser drawer for
hydrocodone pain pills.  There were none.  But they did find a bottle of
Cydantofil samples their dad must have gotten from Dr.  Jones.

   Someone had written on the label: One at bedtime as needed.

   After a while, all agreed that the medication was some kind of sedative
but nobody was willing to try the three or four they thought it would take
to get high.

   I know!  Sara exclaimed.  Let's give some to Buster and see what
happens. He's a big dog, it won't hurt him.  Buster, who was snoring behind
the Futon, whined softly and his legs shook as he pursued a rabbit in a
dream.  The two girls looked at each other anxiously and nodded in
agreement.

   Jeff thoughtfully rubbed the few chin hairs he called a beard and opined
what a good idea that was.  But if anything happens, it was YOUR idea! 
Jeff warned.  He wanted to stake his claim to innocence in case things went
sour.

   Buster enjoyed the bit of rolled up bacon they threw him moments later.
He didn't take time to notice the Little Green Pill that he wolfed down
with his treat: the pill which was given him by his human family, which
they stole from their dad, who got them from Dr.  Jones.

   The girls popped a frozen pizza into the oven while Jeff used the john.
In just 30 minutes the pizza was not just done, it was gone except for a
few crusts, the stained paper plates and some crumpled napkins.  They
settled into the beanbag chairs by the big TV and somebody popped in a DVD.
The movie had just started when the girls noticed Buster.  The big dog was
acting strangely.  Look what he's doing!!  Amy exclaimed.  His dick is
sticking out and he is licking it!  EEEEWWW!!

   Buster looked up at Amy for a moment, then resumed licking his exposed
tool.  Slorp...slorp...  slorp...went his slimy tongue on his dark red
cock. Sara exclaimed, I've never seen him licking it like that, like...he
licks it sometimes but not so much and it never sticks way out except when
he's mating with Alice, but she's not even in heat.

   Buster stood up and paced around, whining softly.  Four inches of his
pinkish-purple half-hard cock protruded from the sheath.  It throbbed
visibly and waved back and forth as he paced.  His prick was easily over an
inch in diameter and glistened slightly in the flickering light cast by the
T.V.

   You don't suppose he could be like that because of the pill, do you? 
Jeff asked.  Oh shit!  Maybe that's it!  I sure hope he isn't like that
when Mom and Dad come home or they'll know you girls have been up to
something!

   You GIRLS?!  What do you mean by THAT?  Sara hissed angrily.  It was
your idea to give him the pill!

   Was not!  You gave it to him and I didn't have a thing to do with it! 
Jeff retorted .

   Oh yes you DID!  Amy interjected.  It was your idea to steal them in the
first place, so you had better do something!

   Wait...wait...WAIT!  Sara esclaimed.  Stop fighting about it!  Somebody
will just have to give Buster a hand job before Mom and Dad get home and
nobody will know a thing.

   Jeff?...you're the most experienced!  The girls snickered at the joke.

   Well, don't look at me!  Jeff retorted.  There's no way I would...uh,
I'm going to the fireworks and if Mom and Dad come home, Buster better not
be walking around with a boner or they'll know!

   Buster whined again, He padded across the carpet to Amy, sniffed her and
sat down next to her on the carpet, his cock more visible than before.  Amy
scratched his head and cooed, What's the matter boy?  Do you need some
pussy?

   Buster stood up and pushed against Amy, raising his paw in the air.  He
panted and saliva dripped from his tongue...Amy knelt down and looked at
his throbbing dog cock.  She thought over the idea, then spoke pleadingly,
Look, ah...I don't want to get in trouble or anything or...I just can't go
back to JCC!

   You'd better do something fast, before they come home, Jeff added
anxiously as he climbed the steps.  His parting words filled the girls with
fear.

   Amy stared at the panting Dalmatian.  She asked, Sara, uh, have you
ever...ever touched Buster's cock?

   There was a period of silence before Sara whispered, Once his lipstick
was sticking out a little and I touched it, and it went back in.

   Well maybe if you touch it, it'll go back in now.  I don't want to jerk
him off, it's too nasty, besides he's not even my dog.Amy was right.

   Sara knelt down by Buster.  Sit boy!  Sit!  She held his collar and
tried to grab his cock.  Lay down boy!

   Buster ignored Sara and whined, crowding against Amy, who instinctively
tried to scoot away.  Suddenly, Buster pulled away from Sara and jumped on
top of Amy, his 75 pounds pushing her back down to her hands and knees. 
Amy scrambled away, shocked.  I think he wants to fuck me!

   No...no way, said Sara in an embarrassed tone; her face had turned
crimson.

   Yes, yes he does.  And he tried to!  Look at what he did!  There were
wet spots all over the back of her dark skirt.  Buster licked precum from
his cock for a moment then scampered back over to the girls.

   He tried jumping again on Amy, who backed away, then on Sara, who
grabbed his collar.  She tried again to grab his cock.  Lay down boy! 
Buster fell over on his back, his doggie paws and turgid cock waving in the
air.  At least 5 inches of his male meat, shiny and dull red protruded past
his hairy sheath.  And the girls could see a bunch of thin purple veins on
the shaft.  It was almost two inches thick and the tip glistened with a bit
of fluid.

   Sara held him by his collar with one hand and grabbed his sheath with
the other.  She could feel his knot high up in the sheath.  -œLook, Amy.  I
don't want to get in trouble either.  You hold him down and I'll jerk him
off as quick as I can.  It'll just take a minute!  Sara grabbed the collar
and his back leg closest to her.  Amy bent down to the task at hand.

   She tried jacking his cock, like she did to Ted Sherke on the school bus
last year.  Buster's shaft seemed smooth, dryish and sensitive.  Buster
yelped from the friction.  Oh!  I'm so sorry boy!  Sara exclaimed.  Buster
lifted his head and looked imploringly at his mistress.

   Here, let me try, said Amy.  needs some lubrication...you hold him over
so I can spit on it.

   The girls switched places and Amy leaned close to the tip of Buster's
cock to dribble some saliva from her tongue onto his rod.  He was still
wiggling around and, at that moment, her tongue touched the tip of Buster's
cock.  She sat up, considering what she had done.  Then Amy took a breath,
bent down quickly and took his cock into her mouth.

   Buster whined softly as Amy pushed her moist lips down his engorged and
sensitive shaft, sliding her lips up and down the shaft faster and faster
as she became more comfortable with his swelling tool.  Salty tasting
precum streamed into her mouth from the head of the turgid dog dick and
Buster struggled to thrust his hips forward into Amy's now eager mouth.

   His dog prick grew larger and Amy could feel his knot swelling through
the furry sheath.  His cock continued to grow until the hard knot burst
forth, filling her hand like a small apple as he thrust.

   When a longish spray of canine jism squirted into her mouth, Amy gagged
slightly, then swallowed, again and tree times more as his spunk gushed,
then subsided.  She slid her lips off his prick and a small jet of his
semen shot onto her chin.  The pearly orbs glistened in the light from the
TV.  Buster was spent and Sara let go of him.

   Amy wiped her mouth and mopped her sweaty forehead with a paper napkin.
I hope you won't tell anyone, Amy whispered.  I didn't know what else to
do!

   Shaking, Amy looked over at Buster who had retreated to a spot in the
corner to lick his still hard cock.  They waited to see if his erection
went down, and after a few anxious minutes, it started to go back into the
sheath.

   What matters is that it's what we had to do, opined Sara.  She didn't
want anyone to know, either.

   They started cleaning up the living room, placing plastic cups, plates
and pizza card board thing into a trashcan.  Amy bent down to pick up a
couple pieces of crust which had gone under the coffee table.  Just then,
she felt Buster's nose slide under her skirt, against her panties, his
tongue lapping at sex moistened teenage camel toe.

   Amy was startled by the sudden cold nudge to her backside, and when
Buster licked gently at her pussy with his broad tongue, the warm sensation
both calmed and excited the young girl.  She shook as she bent down further
and she thrilled to the pleasant sensations his tongue caused inside of her
as Buster lapped at Amy's teen cunt.

   The big dog was licking her pussy and she loved it!  Buster stopped
licking for a moment and suddenly leaped up onto Amy's back, his paws
tightly gripping her waist.  The tip of his cock probed against the back of
her thighs and up along her butt crack as he thrust, searching for the
entrance to her pussy.

   Amy's panties were soaked and her naked thighs dripped with his spraying
precum as he thrust blindly at her hot hole.

   As the desire to be fucked by the the great dog overwhelmed her, Amy's
breaths came in gasps and her pussy ached for his hard tool.  She reached
inside her panties with one hand and felt her wet pussy lips.  She was wet
and her middle finger gently frigged her clitoris.  Amy was hot for Buster
and she needed to be satisfied.

   The heat was inside her and she struggled to pull off the panties while
Buster prodded, his cock searching for her steaming cunt.

   Sara stood open mouthed, not sure if she could believe what she was
seeing.  You were right, Amy!  He does want to fuck you!

   I need his cock in me now gasped the quaking Amy.  Then she implored,
Help him get it in, will you?  I can't do this by myself.

   Sara knelt down and pushed Busters hips forward and in line with Amy's
crack.  Amy tore one side of her soaked panties to give him a clear shot,
but it took a lot of help from Sara before Buster hit the spot.

   The tip of his cock probed at the lips of her fuzzy twat, but he jumped
off and licked at her pussy again.C'mon boy!  ordered Sara, and she patted
Amy's back.

   Buster hesitated for a moment, then suddenly jumped back aboard the
needy teen's back, penetrating her tight pussy with his dog dick.  Once
Buster felt the sensitive tip of his dick slide inside her hot hole, the
experienced breeder did what he did best; he bred with Amy J.  Cornwaller.

   He clutched tightly to her waist with his front legs and jackhammered
his stiff cock into her steaming cunt.  Amy cried out with passion.  The
inner lips were well lubricated with his precum and her pussy juice and his
massive dog dick slid in and out effortlessly with his forceful thrusting.

   The girl's tight teenage cunt walls stretched as they never had before.
Uuugh!  Uuugh!  Uuuughh!  she cried as waves of orgasm washed from her
pussy out to every cell of her body.

   Buster penetrated very deeply and his big knot banged into the entrance
to Amy's pussy but was too big to enter.  The pressure brought her to
another orgasm as Buster's cock spewed his hot seed and filled her; his
living sperm flowed past her cervix and into her womb.

   Buster was still for a moment and panted.  He was still clutching her
waist and Amy noticed that his nails had dug into her sides above the skirt
and that the scratches burned a little where they had left welts.

   Buster was finished for now, his cock deflating slightly within Amy's
box.  He climbed off and tried to turn his bottom toward her, but his cock
slid out.  The sensation brought forth a moan from Amy and rivulets of dog
cum ran down her thighs.  Amy flipped over onto the carpeted floor.  Her
heart beat hard in her chest and she tried to get her breath.

   She opened her legs and touched the viscous fluids now running downward
across her butt hole.  Her fingers followed the fluid where it went;
between her legs, over her cunt lips and rectum.  Amy massaged her clit,
and into her pussy, quivering to one final, glorious orgasm.  She lay that
way for just moments,still breathing heavily, before Sara had the nerve to
speak.

   That...that was the hottest thing I ever saw!  Sara whispered.  Amy used
some leftover napkins to wipe her privates, then pushed the napkins down
into the trash, under the pizza box and paper plates.

   My whole body is vibrating,gasped Amy.  I've never come that hard. 
Never.  It was unbelievable...he fucked me SO hard!  Just...don't...don't
tell anybody, OK?

   Sara answered, No, no...I won't tell anybody.  Trust me on that one. 
It's just that it was so hot!

   A couple seconds passed and Sara continued, do...do you think you can
help Buster do that to me?  I'm so wet down there and nobody has to know
but us.

   Amy thought for a moment.  Gosh, I don't know.  I've had a boyfriend
while you...Sara, you're still a virgin, aren't you?

   Sara nodded in thoughtful agreement.  She was considering losing her
cherry to Buster the family dog and the thought was thrilling!  It seemed
like her passion made her face and ears burn, or maybe she was just
overheated from watching her best friend Amy get slammed by Buster's long
dog dick.

   Sara absolutely had to have that red meat inside her pussy, the sooner
the better!

   Please, Amy, I'll need your help with him.  You'll do it for me, won't
you?  I helped you out, Sara implored.  Her pussy was steaming, her vaginal
walls wet with her fluids and she was shaking from her need.

   Alright,was all Amy could say.

   Sara slipped out of her clothes as quickly as she could.

   Wait, keep your skirt on, just pull it up some or his claws will leave
marks, Amy advised.  Come over here, by the coffee table.  You can lean on
it to steady yourself.  Buster is pretty heavy.

   Sara moved over to the coffee table and before she knelled, Sara
suddenly embraced Amy and kissed her on the lips.  The two held the kiss
for a second and returned to the task at hand without uttering a word.

   The kiss seemed like the thing to do under the circumstances and meant,
to both girls, that there would be no gossip about whatever they did.

   Buster was still in his corner, licking his cock, which had shriveled,
but still protruded maybe two inches from the sheath.  Sara sank to her
knees and bent over the coffee table, her small firm breasts and pink
nipples flattened against the chill glass table top.

   Sara gave her a couch pillow and Sara used it between the table top and
her chest.  Bus-terrr...Bus-terrr, she called in a high-pitched voice. 
C'mon boy!  She smacked her own ass as invitingly as she could and parted
her knees.  Buster's ears perked up and he looked up from his prick.

   Come on boy, called Amy, patting her thigh.  Come-on!

   Buster got up from 'his spot' and ambled over, his tail wagging faster
each step.  Amy patted Sara's back, but Buster only sniffed at Sara and
turned away excitedly, only to push against Amy, who shoved him away, over
toward Sara...  Amy urged him on: C'mon boy!  Jump up!  Jump up!

   Twice, maybe three times, Buster attempted to mount Sara, but jumped
right off without making much attempt to copulate.  Something was wrong,
reasoned Amy.  Hang on, I've got it.

   She reached betwixt her own legs, past her labia with two, then three
fingers, removed them and wiped the pink fluid on Sara's pussy, massaging
it over and between the outer lips, making Sara quiver in anticipation. 
Amy offered her fingers to Buster for a sniff.  That got him excited and as
she led him over to Sara, he whined and pulled against Amy's grasp.

   Amy held onto his collar as Buster excitedly tried to mount Sara from
the front, causing her to push him away.  Amy had to muscle him around to
Sara's keister.  At that moment, he smelled the young girl's own musk and
the secretions that Amy had placed there.  In a flash, he jumped onto
Sara's back and tried to thrust his cock into her eager cunt.

   Buster was not gentle and for an instant, Sara was afraid because his
weight pinned her to the table.

   Just relax, Sara.  I'll help him get on top of you the right way, Amy
said.

   Buster was humping the air for a moment as Amy pushed and pulled him
into better position.  His red dog dick probed at Sara's young bottom,
almost penetrating her butt hole once, then slipped between her outer cunt
lips three or four times, poking, frustrated, around her tight virgin hole,
his rough back feet dancing over her calves.  Suddenly, Buster found the
mark with the tip of his prick.  His tool thrust forward into her virgin
girlhood and it hurt, but just for a second or two as the throbbing dog
cock parted her hymen.

   Sara almost panicked.

   It's OK, Sara.  It's OK.  Just relax and let him in there, cooed Amy. 
Relax and work with him.  Don't worry, I'm here to help you.

   The pain subsided as Buster humped away, his boner penetrating deeper
with each stroke, his paws clasped to Amy's girlish waist, pulling himself
in ever deeper.

   Sara began to relax and as she did so, her sexual tension returned to
build up and up.  She could feel Buster's turgid red cock swell with each
rapid stroke and the hard knot rubbed her between her butt cheeks as she
hungrily took in his canine meat and shook with the frantic thrusts.

   Buster panted as he fucked the young girl, his saliva pooling on her
back and wetting the hair at the nape of her neck.  She was wet down below,
too.  Wet within because of her own feminine passion fluids mixing with the
dog's hot precum.

   Buster whined slightly at his labor and Sara grunted, eh-eh-eh-eh...with
his staccato thrusting.

   She wasn't aware initially that Buster was coming.  Perhaps his jism was
less because of the times with Amy, but Buster's humping had slowed when
Sara felt her orgasm approaching, the waves of pleasure welling up from
inside her vagina, spreading to the rest of her body, reaching a
toe-curling peak as Buster climbed off.

   Auugh-ah-ah-ahhh,was the only sound escaping her lips as the red cock
audibly popped out of her orgasm-spastic pussy.

   Released, the dog's jism flowed down Sara's thighs.  Buster stopped
licking his cock for a moment and licked Sara's sex-dilated mound, making
her shake with passion.  It was several seconds before Sara could move and
half a minute before either girl spoke.

   So, how was it?  Amy queried.  Did it hurt much?

   It was unbelievable!  I was just so...out of control!  I've made myself
cum by rubbing my clit before, but that was totally awesome.  I...I think
it hurt for a second, but to tell you the truth, I can't remember.  My
pussy is still tingling, Sara continued.  I need something to clean myself
up.

   Amy tore three or four paper towels off of the roll and used them to
help Sara wipe her pussy and thighs.  She glanced at a towel and saw that a
few streaks of red were on the towels.  She checked and there was no fresh
bleeding from Sara's torn hymen.

   Sara lay back on the floor, naked in her reverie.  A wave of regret and
guilt washed over her consciousness, then vanished.

   It was done.

   And Buster was done, too.  He lay on his side behind the futon, just off
the carpet, snoring as he slept.  The girls cleaned up the rec room and
hustled upstairs for a shower together in the guest bedroom.  They were in
P.J.s and back downstairs in front of the TV moments before Sara's folks
arrived home.  It was late and the girls pretended to be asleep when the
adults peered down the steps.