Newsgroups: alt.sex.bestiality
From: an107411@anon.penet.fi
Subject: Amanda's Victor-y (teen, best, dog)
Date: Wed, 29 Jun 1994 23:27:33 UTC

			  Amanda's Victor-y
				  I

	Amanda knew. She new that day, when she was thirteen-years-
old. She knew what sex was and how to get it.

	She had been walking home from school when she saw Victor
sniffing Sandy's ass. What caught Amanda's attention was Victor's nub.
The nub was no longer a nub, like it had been the day before, and had
grown to look more like a little club. Victor started licking below
Sandy's ass. Amanda wanted to see what the two dogs were doing behind
the Johnson's garage and she set down her book bag and hopped the
fence.

	The two dogs were in their own little world and didn't notice
Amanda's snooping. As Amanda edged closer she saw that Victor wasn't
licking Sandy's asshole, but a slit under it. Though the two dogs
didn't make a sound, it was apparent what was going on was something
both wanted to do really bad.

	At that point, Amanda didn't know what the dogs wanted to do,
but she knew she'd like to find out.

	She didn't know it was called "sex," but it had to be what her
older sister Sarah had been talking about when she said she did it
with Jeff. When Amanda asked her what "it" was, Sarah told her to go
to her room. As she left she heard Sarah say, "it wasn't bad, but I
expected it to be... different."

	When Victor hopped up on Sandy, Amanda knew it was different
and she knew she wanted to do "it."

	For two years Amanda fantasized about doing it. In those two
years she heard and learned about sex. She knew everything from
scrotum to labia about anatomy. Every chance she got she would study
the act. When she was suppose to be writing a paper on Argentina, her
teacher would wonder why she had the J-H-I encyclopedia. She couldn't
say she was looking up "intercourse," so she would just say she
grabbed the wrong one. In two years she became a walking encyclopedia
on sex.

	When Sarah would come home from college Amanda would hang
around her older sister as much as possible to divine what she could
about sex. The more she heard about it the more she thought about
Victor. Unlike many girls her age, she didn't think about a high
school football player or a singer on MTV, instead she would remember
how Victor got on Sandy's back and for ten minutes humped non-stop.
Her eyes would glaze over when she remembered the size Victor's penis
had expanded to.

	When Victor was done, he stayed in Sandy. At first Amanda
thought that girl dogs must be able to clamp shut their vaginas like a
vice. She was in awe.

	That night after watching Victor and Sandy screw she
experimented in bed. She stuck her finger in her vulva. She was dry,
the friction and tightness only allowed her to get her index finger
part-way in. Through perseverance she got a two finger all the way in
to her hand and was able to slide her fingers in and out quit easily.
One day she would be able to get all four fingers in, but now she was
happy with two.

	Surprisingly she found she was discharging slippery juices
that made the fingering easier. When she smelled her fingers later
they reminded her of the pungent smell from the two dogs at their most
heated moment. No matter how hard she squeezed she couldn't hold her
fingers in and continued to slide in and out for a half hour the first
night before she fell asleep.

	She made fingering a regular bedtime activity. Occasionally,
when she knew everyone was sleeping, she would turn on her stomach,
lift her hips high in the area and imagine Victor taking her like he
had taken Sandy.

	Sarah said something to one of her friends shortly after
Amanda started masturbating that completely enthralled her. "Jeff
wants me to do it doggie style," Sarah said in a phone conversation.

	Sarah was completely against doggie style, or at least she
said so in her phone conversation, but Amanda nearly wet her pants
hearing the phrase. That night Amanda repeated the words, "doggie
style" over and over in her mind.

	The thought excited it so much that she was able to push her
self over the edge into her first orgasm. At first when she started
convulsing she thought there was something wrong. She collapsed on to
her bed with her thighs and hips trembling. She was afraid they would
find her with her hand in her crotch the next day. It wouldn't matter
that she was dead, what would people think.

	When her body vibrating, she felt a wonderful tingling that
she believed something was wrong. Regardless, the next night she had
her hips up in the air, think, "come on Victor, right here, do me
Victor."

	Amanda began to spend a lot of time at the Kennedy's house.
That, of course, was Victor's owners. The Kennedys were a couple in
their fifties, who had gotten Victor for companionship from the animal
shelter when their kids went off to college. Victor was a big black
dog of at least four or five breeds, the dominate breed seemed to be
Labrador, but there was no way to tell.

	The fact that Amanda offer to take Victor for a walk several
times a week and was often offering to give Victor a bath seemed a
little odd to the Kennedys, but they were glad to have someone in the
neighborhood who liked their dog. Ever since Victor knocked up the
Johnson's dog, the neighbors seemed a little peeved at the Kennedys.
After all, Sandy, the Johnson's dog, was a pure bred wire terrier.

	A few had suggested that Victor be fixed. Mr. Kennedy refused
to have the dog neutered and Amanda figured she had a guardian angel
watching over her. Or if she didn't, Victor did.

	Amanda became the dog's best friend, but try as she may, she
never was able to live out her fantasies. Several times she would find
a secluded spot and start playing with Victor's penis, each time
something happened to stop the bestiality.

	One time Amanda just barely pulled up her underwear and pushed
down her dress before Mr. Kennedy walked in the garage. If Mr. Kennedy
suspected what Amanda was doing when he found Victor with an erection,
trying to hump what he could, and Amanda pushing down her dress, he
never said.

	Usually the nights after such an episode she would spend
several hours fingering herself to countless orgasms or doggie
diddlings as she would call her orgasms when she was fantasizing about
Victor.

	The garage incident was a year ago, and Amanda had been too
afraid to try again. Besides, her school activities kept her busy.
Occasionally she would go out on a date. Several boys were interested
in her and were always trying to engage her in some form of sexual
activity. In two years Amanda had begun to develop breasts and now
that her braces were out she was one of the more attractive girls her
age. Her libido was racing enough to try more than heavy petting with
one of the boys, but her parents kept a close eye on her. Since she
and the boys she dated were dependent on their parents for
transportation, parents were seldom far away even if she was inclined
to satisfy teenage lust.

	Then out of blue Mr. Kennedy called up and asked Amanda if she
would mind watching Victor for a week while they went to the Bahamas.

				  II

	Amanda couldn't believe it was true. Mr. Kennedy had asked her
to watch Victor. After two years of lusting after the dog, Amanda
almost wet her pants when Mr. Kennedy told her he needed someone to
watch the dog while he and his wife went to the Bahamas for a week.

	Amanda headed straight for the bathroom, after hanging up with
Mr. Kennedy. She was so excited, she had to relieve herself somehow.
She started to run water in the bathtub. When the water was a
comfortable, but hot temperature she took off all her clothes. Even
though it was a warm spring day her nipples were erect on her round 36
inch breasts. The nipples had tightened up to the size of a dime in
her excitement and protruded out a quarter of an inch.

	The seventeen-year-old began rubbing her firm titties and
continued her auto-massage down to her thick pubic hair. Unlike other
girls her age, Amanda had resisted the trend to shave her bush into a
little goatee. She could no wear the skimpy bathing suits that were in
style, but knowing her pubic hear was thick, black mesh was a thrill
for Amanda. She felt more like a she-dog with the thick hair and the
barely visible trail of hair that led towards her navel.

	Her hands roamed through her bush, occasionally squeezing her
loins and thighs. She stepped into the tub and felt the warm water
splash on her feet. She let a finger slip inside her vulva as she
stepped in and found she was awash in her own juices.

	Amanda lay on her back and brought her knees to her chest;
parting them she could see her clitoris unfold like a morning bloom.
She slid closer to the running water until the stream was running on
her clit. The water splashed onto her dark triangle of hair.

	She was only seconds away from her first orgasm and she let
her mind drift back to the time Mr. Kennedy had found her in the
garage. She had mixed feelings about the episode. If Mr. Kennedy had
arrived five minutes later he would have found his dog mounted on
Amanda. Instead he found the two seething with sexual excitement, but
no action.

	Though she was glad Mr. Kennedy didn't find her and Victor in
a compromising position, she often fantasized about being caught. In
her fantasy, Mr. Kennedy would catch Amanda and Victor in the act. At
first she would be embarrassed and would try to separate herself from
Victor, but the dog's penis would be entrenched in her.

	In her research on sex and dogs she had read a male dog's
penis expands to lock him in to a bitch's vagina. Amanda imagined,
like a bitch, she would struggle to get free, but Mr. Kennedy would
laugh because her struggling would only excite Victor more and his
thrusts would increase in intensity.

	The water continued to cascade down her labia and the crack of
her ass and Amanda had her first orgasm in the tub. Her thoughts
continued to the scenario of Mr. Kennedy watching her screw her dog.

	Amanda would beg Mr. Kennedy, in her fantasy, not to tell her
father. She imagined the sensual feeling of Victor's sperm sliding
down her leg while she stood in front of Mr. Kennedy. Her neighbor
would agree to not tell her parents, but only if Amanda would start
licking the dog.

	In the fantasy Amanda would pretend to be repulsed by the
idea, but in reality the thought drove her wild with excitement. In
fact, she began to shudder in the bath tub when she visualized
Victor's penis entering her mouth.

	Normally, Amanda would stop her fantasy at this point. Her
father used to complain about how the water bill had nearly doubled in
the last year. She had to ration her water induced orgasms. Today she
was too hot to stop. If her father complained, it would be worth it.

	She looked down at her labia and clitoris and watched the
water splash against her. Already her loins had started to shrivel up
some from the water therapy.

	In her fantasy Mr. Kennedy encourage her sucking of his dog.
Now she began to think about her favorite part of the fantasy. Mr.
Kennedy would blackmail Amanda, telling her she had to come over to
his house every Thursday afternoon. Thursdays were the day that Mrs.
Kennedy played bridge with her friends. Each Thursday Amanda would
have to parade naked in the garage before Victor until the dog was
ready and then Amanda would kneel on all fours and allow the dog to
fuck her.

	Amanda released her knees from her chest so her feet rested on
the tile wall and pushed as she dove into her third orgasm. She
reached up and turned the nozzles off, but she wasn't done.

	She lay in the tub, resting as the water drained out. She felt
the water run off her body and began to rub her clitoris. Reaching up
on the ledge of the tub she found her hair brush. Hunching over she
inserted the brush into her vagina and began to thrust it in and out.
The brush slid in and out easily. She was slick with her vagina
juices.

	Though she had never had sex, she was far from a virgin. In
the past two years she had found a wide array of objects to insert
into her vulva. Part of the objects were just experiments, but many
were for training. She knew someday she would have sex with Victor and
she wanted him to fit into her, without any pain.

	She came a fourth and final time with the brush pumping into
her. Normally, in such an excited state, she would have continued to
massage her clitoris for at least one more orgasm, but she wanted to
get out and get dressed. Her father would be home in a half hour and
she didn't want him to be upset about finding her in the bathroom
again.

				 III

	Mrs. Kennedy showed Amanda where Victor's food was kept and
then led her to the kitchen and told her there were a few things in
the refrigerator that she could help herself to. Mrs. Kennedy insisted
that she come home to an empty refrigerator and if Amanda didn't eat
anything she was instructed to put everything in the garage before her
and her husband got back from their vacation in the Bahamas.

	With that Mr. and Mrs. Kennedy left for the airport, leaving
Amanda alone with their dog. It was early afternoon and Amanda looked
at the clock. It was 1 p.m. and she would have to be home for dinner
at 6 p.m. She had had planned to spend the week at the Kennedy's house
so she could spend every moment enjoying sexual delight with Victor.

	Amanda couldn't convince her father she needed to be at the
Kennedy's all day to take care of Victor. When her father started to
question why she needed to sleep with Victor, in a suspicious way, she
dropped the idea. Her father had suggested that Victor stay at their
house, but Amanda lied about the dog having a bladder problem. Not
wanting to wake up and step in a pool of dog piss, Amanda's father
agreed it would be better to leave the dog at the Kennedy's.

	After the Kennedy's car had turned at the end of the road,
Amanda called for Victor. The dog had been sleeping on the Kennedy's
bed, but came bounding down the stairs, happy to see his friend
Amanda.

	Amanda wondered if Victor remembered almost having sex with
her in the Kennedy's garage. She did noticed that the dog's penis no
longer expanded out of its sheath when he saw Amanda. She wondered if
she would have to seduce the dog, now that they were finally going to
be alone, and how hard it would be.

	Amanda decided to test the waters and reached down and tugged
at the dog's sheath. Victor looked up at her, pleading, like she was
about to give him a biscuit or a lick of her ice cream cone.

	"That's right, you'll get a treat," Amanda told the dog.

	Amanda then looked around the living room and decided it would
be a good idea to pull the curtains shut. She didn't expect any
company, but she wanted to be alone and *very* private with Victor.
She went around the room pulling the curtains shut, with Victor at her
side.

	The last window was on the side of the room above the sofa.
Amanda kneeled on the sofa and turned the blinds close. When she
leaned forward to reach the lever, her dress shifted up on her hips,
barely covering her underwear. Victor playfully licked at her thighs
and Amanda felt her whole body flush with heat.

	She lifted her dress up around her hips and let Victor
explore. After playing around with hit and miss licks Victor began to
lick the crotch of Amanda's underwear. The dog had found a zesty scent
that saturated Amanda's underwear.

	Amanda was instantly in Victor's happy hunting ground. Victor
had apparently not forgotten. She just pushed her hips back so Victor
would have better access.

	Suddenly Amanda had surge of pain and excitement shoot through
her body. Victor had nipped at Amanda in an attempt to pull off her
underwear. He not only did not forget what sex was, he still had
desire for Amanda and wanted to get to her naked loins.

	When Amanda yelped Victor went back to licking her crotch. The
experience was even more exciting than Amanda had imagined. Not only
was the dog licking the area around her vagina, but Victor's tongue
traveled from one intimate orifice to another.

	Like a thunderclap, it happened. Amanda had her first orgasm
with Victor. The seventeen-year-old clutching the back of the sofa
felt all the muscles in her thighs flexing against each other. Of all
the orgasms Amanda had experienced in the past two years she know this
one would stand out as a milestone. She squeezed her thighs together
drawing out every wonderful moment of her personal commotion.

	All during the shuddering of Amanda's orgasm Victor continued
to lick her loins. Amanda started to drift off to another
consciousness. She wasn't falling asleep, nor was she slipping into a
daydream - she had fantasized so much, this was the real thing.

	Just as she thought she was on a lily pad that was going to
float away to another land she felt another electrifying surge when
Victor nipped at her ass.

	The dog caught a hold of the cotton fabric of Amanda's
underwear as well as a bit of the meaty flesh of the girl's ass. Even
as she was yelping out with startled pain, Amanda was thinking the
nips from the dog were also enjoyable.

	Victor tugged at the underwear, but the elastic snapped back
to Amanda's ass. Victor began to lick the underwear again.

	Amanda wanted to commit herself totally to the dog. She turned
her head and could see that Victor's penis had begun to extend out of
his sheath. The dog was humping his sheath and penis against the edge
of the sofa's cushions. Amanda pushed her underwear down to her knees
as Victor found new admission to her loins.

	The caress of Victor's rough tongue produced a new delight.
Amanda could feel every inch of the dogs tongue as it slid along her
labia and the crack of her ass. Each time the dog's tongue slid across
her vagina or anus, it would slip inside her for a miraculous, but
fleeting moment.

	Along with Victor's slithering tongue, his hot breath was
slobbering on Amanda's hips. She felt as though he was engulfing her
hips with only his tongue and breath.

	Amanda felt Victor speed up the tempo of his tongue-lapping
and looked to see the dog was also humping like a wild animal. She
realized it was time to alter her enjoyment. It was time to present
her hips to the dog so Victor could begin thrusting inside her. After
two years of fantasizing about the dog pumping his shaft into her was
going to come to fruition.

				  IV

	At first Victor did not want to stop licking Amanda's pussy
and ass or humping his half extended penis against the sofa cushions.
The dog was slipping into animal instinct and didn't realize Amanda
wanted him to stop until she reached back and pushed his black head
back.

	Amanda knew she should be getting a towel or blanket to put on
the floor, but she too was slipping into animal instincts. Victor
stepped back from the girl only long enough for Amanda to get off the
sofa. As she crawled on the floor to a spot where Victor could squeeze
his penis into a virgin human vagina, the dog followed with his nose
firmly in the crevice of her ass.

	Victor's shaft seemed to be bigger than she remembered. Even
though it was only three-fifths erect it seemed to be eight inches
long and two inches in diameter. The dog was pushing his front
shoulders against Amanda's hips and in a moment he would have jump his
front paws up on Amanda's back and mount her.

	In spite two years of lusting for the dog's rod driving in her
loins Amanda wanted to postpone the act for a moment. She wanted all
of Victor to thrust into her, but she wanted to watch his penis expand
to its fullest. She crawled around so she could see and touch the
horny dog's penis. It wasn't easy because Victor was focused on
Amanda's hips.

	With her left arm Amanda grabbed a hold of the dog around his
ribs. With the fingers on her right hand she stroked the expanding
penis. Just touching the dog's screw tool caused a gush of juices to
start flowing in Amanda's vagina. The scent of these juice did not go
un-noticed by Victor. Along with Amanda's fingers caressing his penis
Victor was enjoying foreplay like never before.

	Amanda gripped the dog's now fully extended penis with her
hand, and was surprised to feel the heat. Through her reading about
dog's breeding habits she knew of the phrase "in heat," but never had
it been applied to a male dog.

	Victor began rocking his hips, thrusting his penis into the
circle Amanda's hand formed. The dog's thrusts were so forceful she
could barely hold on to the dog with her arm and eventually his penis
slipped out of her grip, but Victor kept pumping his hips.

	Amanda and Victor were at the point of no return. If the
Kennedys had missed their flight to the Bahamas and returned home to
find Amanda with her summer dress pushed to her hips and Victor
thrusting his erect penis, they would not be able to stop the
entanglement of their dog and neighbor. The young girl was not about
to stop and, short of a steel cage, Victor would not be stopped.

	It was impossible to say who was the horniest; Victor's pink
penis was bursting out of its sheath and vaginal fluids were oozing
onto Amanda's thighs.

	"I must have this dog," Amanda thought to herself and like her
fantasies she said, "come on Victor, right here, do me Victor."

	The girl let go of the dog. With her right hand she gently
patted her vulva to show the dog where she wanted him and lifted her
hips in the air for easier entrance.

	Victor went behind Amanda.

	"Come on Victor, right here, do me Victor," Amanda repeated in
a sultry, almost sluttish, tone. An animal growl that would have
caused most of the boys her age to come in their pants.

	Victor stepped his front paws up on Amanda's ass and inched
his penis closer to her vagina. When the dog's front paws had reached
the bottom of Amanda's shoulder blades, he dropped his front legs
around her and started to hump. His penis thrust back and forth
through Amanda's thick pubic hair.

	For a second she thought that was going to be in, that the dog
would not be able to zero in on her aching vagina. She reached back to
grab the penis and direct it into her vulva, but the shifting of her
body to reach Victor's thrusting shaft changed the angle of her vagina
and drove his penis home.

	A sound slipped out of Amanda's mouth that she had never
uttered before. It was half groan, half moan. Amanda recognized the
sound for what it was: she had become, like Victor, abandoned in
animal frenzy. With each thrust she continued the sound until it
sounded like a bestial wail.

	The initial thrust caused more a surprise than pain. She was
glad of all the hair brushes and cucumbers she had inserted inside her
vagina in the past year. Though her pussy was tight around Victor's
shaft, the dog was able to plunge in and out with ease. But in spite
of all the fantasies and all the experimenting with masturbation,
nothing had prepared for the fire that was running through every nerve
ending in her body.

	At first Victor drove his penis into her non-stop for what
seemed like hours to Amanda in ecstasy time, but in real time was
about five minutes. After that first outburst, Victor would hump
Amanda in two-minute intervals. Pausing between each humping to
stabilize his back legs. The stop and go action drove Amanda into
delirium.

	Just as she was about to explode into an orgasm, Victor would
stop to adjust his legs. After gaining a better stance the dog would
start thrusting again. Each time it seemed to Amanda he was diving
deeper into her loins, expanding her passion.

	By now she could feel a damp spot forming between her shoulder
blades. Victor was panting. Amanda knew it was how dogs cooled off,
the sweated by expelling heat through their slobbering.

	Victor started to clutch Amanda's ribs tightly with his front
legs, almost squeezing her breath from her. Amanda then felt a spout
going off in her vagina. Victor was pumping his hot spunk into her.
Amanda could feel the warmth of the dog's fluids percolating inside
her. No longer would she be able to say she was a virgin.

	As the dog's sperm continued to pump into her out of Victor's
twitching penis she wondered how long she could hold the mongrel
inside her.

				  V

	Amanda felt Victor's heat as he clung to her. Occasionally the
dog would thrust his hips forward to ensure his penis was inside her.

	The back of Amanda's dress was drenched from perspiration and
dog drool. Never had she felt so exhausted, but, she thought with a
smile, "it's a good tired."

	When she felt the dog start to slide out of her, Amanda flexed
the walls of her vagina. The flexing caused the dog's jizm to squeeze
down her leg.

	Amanda stood up on her knees and Victor slipped out of her.
She was a little surprised. She had expected the dog's penis to expand
even more after his orgasm. Supposedly male dogs lock into their
bitches after coming, but Victor and some of his sperm slipped out
like eggs from a Teflon pan.

	Amanda reached down to her pussy and quickly began massaging
Victor's sperm into her pubic hair, to keep it from dripping on the
Kennedy's carpet.

	The seventeen-year-old's crotch was like a marsh, moist with
Victor's sperm and a large dose of Amanda's own fluids. As much as she
had fantasized about having Victor screw her repeatedly, Amanda now
felt satiated and wanted a rest. Victor, though seventy-seven in human
years, looked fit as a Jane Fonda video.

	Victor curled up on the floor next to Amanda and began to lick
her juices off his penis. The activity must have been quite enjoyable
because Victor's penis, that had retracted partially into its sheath,
was not almost totally extended.

	While the dog was off in auto-erotic la-la land pleasing
himself, Amanda jumped up and ran to the kitchen. She held her
underwear against her labia to catch any of Victor's sperm that might
drain out. In the kitchen she grabbed several paper towels and started
to sop up all the moisture in her crotch.

	When she returned to the living room with some wet towels to
wipe up and the love juices that had leaked onto the floor or sofa,
Amanda found Victor still licking himself.

	After she dabbed the towels around the room, she went back to
the kitchen to get Victor a treat. She grabbed him two treats: a dog
biscuit and a bottle of olive oil.

	Amanda set the biscuit done with her underwear and grabbed a
brown towel from the linen closet. She spread the towel on the floor
and then called Victor over to the towel. When she got the dog onto
the towel she rolled the playful mutt onto his back and started to
stroke his penis.

	When she poured some of the oil onto her hand and Victor's
penis, the dog made a little whimpering noise, like a puppy. Amanda
knew it was a sound of pleasure and began slide her hand up and down
the dog's shaft.

	Laying on his back, getting jacked off by Amanda may have been
new to Victor, but the dog lay still, enjoying the slippery hand
gripping his penis.

	Amanda laughed when she noticed that Victor's legs would flex
with each down stroke, much the same way he flexed when she scratched
his belly.

	While she sat on the corner of the towel stroking the dog's
penis, Amanda felt her labia and anus tingle from the oral sex Victor
had performed before giving her a canine screwing. She realized it was
time for her to return the favor.

	From all the friction the penis was a dark red, but it
glistened from the liberal coating of olive oil. Amanda began with a
tentative lick on the tip of Victor's penis. The dog let out another
whimper. Amanda smiled. From now on, she thought, dog biscuits will
pale in comparison to this treat.

	For several minutes she casual licked the dog's shaft.
Focusing her tongue on the tip and sliding her hand up and down the
base she had Victor off in doggie dream land.

	Victor's penis dribbled out sperm and occasional Amanda would
lap it up. The animal who had roughly taken Amanda minutes before was
enjoying the subtleties of a young girl's hand and tongue.

	When Amanda sensed the dog was nearing his second orgasm she
reached between her legs with her left hand and began to finger her
swollen clitoris. When Victor's hind legs were dancing in the air in
small compact bicycle strokes she gave him the ultimate treat of her
mouth.

	Amanda continued to stroke Victor with her right hand, but now
she was sliding the tip of his penis in and out of her mouth. Each
time he was in her mouth she would circle the penis with her tongue.

	Victor began to hump with his legs, but since he was on his
back his legs only pushed at the ceiling. His whimpers turned into
howls and Amanda held her lips around Victor's penis, sucking as hard
as she could. The vacuum that was created in her mouth seemed to swell
the head of Victor's penis into a knob.

	The whole time Amanda had been giving head to the dog, he had
been leaking out sperm, but now he was coming in full force and the
dog's new best friend gulp down each spurt.

	The pure taboo of sucking of her neighbor's dog and her
twitching left index finger drove Amanda into an orgasm of her own.
She rode out the orgasm by inserting three of her fingers into her
vagina and rolled over onto her side.

	Victor began licking Amanda's ears and neck causing her to
giggle. She scratched the dog's belly and noticed that it was 5:30
p.m., her family would be eating dinner in forty-five minutes. She got
up and let Victor outside, so he could urinate. At first the dog just
stared back at Amanda who waited at the door. She was soaking up some
more sperm that had oozed out from between her legs and doing the best
to straighten up her dress. Finally Victor trotted off to the back of
the yard, lifted his leg and emptied his bladder...

	When she let in Victor he was content to chew up his biscuit
while she dragged a comb through her hair. Grabbing the key to the
house the Kennedys had left on the counter, she let herself out the
back door.

	Victor stared at her though the window with sad eyes and
Amanda could hear him whining.

				  VI

	"Maybe you ought to vacuum for the Kennedys," Amanda's father
said as she walked down the hall, past the rec room.

	"What?" Amanda replied, sticking her head back into the rec
room.

	"The back of your dress is covered with black dog hair?" he
asked.

	If her father would have been paying attention when Amanda
entered the house he would have noticed a triangle of her black hair
that clung to the inside of her dress. She had left her underwear at
the Kennedys for Victor to chew on.

	The sheerness of the dress allowed traces of her damp pussy to
show through. She was hoping she would be able to head straight for
the bathroom without any questioning from her father. She did not want
Victor's sperm to ooze down her leg while she spoke to her skeptical
father.

	"I was petting Victor and I must have sat down on his bed,"
Amanda said over her shoulder. She did not miss the irony of how
"petting" also referred to intimacy.

	"I'm going to take a quick shower before dinner."

	"Don't use up all the hot water," her father said.

	Not this time, Amanda thought. After screwing Victor for three
hours, she didn't plan to do any masturbating in the shower.

	Had Amanda stepped into the rec room her father would have
caught a whiff of his daughter and would have question her why she
smelled so much like a dog. Amanda was not prepared to answer that one
and fortunately she was off to the shower before any more questioning.
She realized that the rest of the week it would be smart to shower at
the Kennedy's house before coming home.

	After the shower and dinner, Amanda excused herself to go feed
Victor. She had picked at her food, but she had no appetite. Amanda
was full after licking all the olive oil off her neighbor's dog's
penis and then swallowing his orgasm. Amanda was in a hurry to get
back to her dog-lover. All though dinner her vulva had tingled. As
much as she wanted to, Amanda didn't dare touch her sex; her parents
were suspicious enough about her interest in spending time with the
neighbor's pet.

	In the shower Amanda noticed long scratches on her back where
Victor had placed his paws when he mounted her. In the excitement of
being screwed by the ravenous dog Amanda had not felt Victor's paws
digging into her.

	Her father was just about to question Amanda's need to go over
to the Kennedy's house again, but when she threw her book bag over her
shoulder and said she was going to do her homework over there he
decided not to say anything. He figured she might enjoy the peace and
quiet of the Kennedy's empty house. He had become a little concerned
how her grades had started to slip in her final year of high school.

	When she was leaving her mother offered Amanda an ice cream
cone. Normally the family would eat ice cream later in the evening,
but since Amanda was on her way to tend to the Kennedy's dog her
mother thought she would give her daughter an early treat.

	When Amanda walked in the backdoor and found Victor napping on
his bed in the living room. She laughed and woke the dog up when she
saw her panties in the dog's mouth. She thought the dog was probably
drunk on her scent, falling asleep with her panties in his mouth. She
wondered if the dog had dreamt about her.

	She also felt a twinge of sadness at the site of the multi-
breed dog looking up to her with pleading eyes and Amanda's bikini
underwear in his mouth.

	She didn't care that the dog had a fondness for her panties,
but she knew the Kennedys would be back in seven days. Amanda couldn't
possibly let the Kennedy come home and find their dog chewing on their
neighbor's intimate apparel. That thought also reminded her that her
time with Victor had a limit came back she found Victor licking up her
spill.

	"Good boy," she said scratching the dog's ear.

	As the dog licked up the chocolate ice cream her vagina began
to lubricate with erotic excitement. Amanda was remembering how the
dog had diligently licked her to an orgasm earlier in the day when she
was kneeling on the sofa, but she was also thinking, mischievously,
that Victor would probably lap up ice cream dribbles wherever they
landed.

	With that thought she tossed off her book back and started to
take her clothes off. Victor started to nose at Amanda's crotch.

	"No, sit Victor. sit," Amanda ordered the dog.

	Victor dutifully sat. Amanda finished undressing which took a
while since she had an ice cream cone in her hand and had to
occasionally stop to lick what was melting. Each time Amanda licked
the ice cream, Victor would whimper. The seventeen-year-old wasn't
sure if the black dog was pleading for some of the ice cream or for
Amanda to lick his shaft again.

	Undressed, Amanda lay down on the blanket that was still on
the living room floor. She felt a small sting from the scratches on
her back. Amanda held the chocolate cone over her pussy and let it
begin to drip onto her thick black mesh of hair. Victor started to
shift back and forth on two front legs.

	"Stay!" Amanda repeated. She noticed that Victors penis was
now peeking out of its sheath.

	The ice cream continued to drip on to Amanda's loins and she
moved the cone around so it would drip onto her clitoris and labia. So
much ice cream dripped onto her labia that it ran down to the crack of
her ass, clinging to Amanda's anus. She squirmed with delight just
thinking of Victor licking her puckered hole.

	Amanda took a few licks of her ice cream then let it begin to
drip on her breasts. When the cold fluid landed on her nipples they
contracted to dime size circles. As the nipples shrunk in
circumference, the expanded to the ceiling.

	She let a few more drops fall onto her bush then ate the cone.
When Amanda finished off the cone she looked between her legs and saw
Victor staring and craving her body.

	When she said "Okay," the dog almost pounced on her. First
Victor licked up the ice cream from Amanda's pussy, then reached his
nose down to her anus, driving his tongue inside her hole trying to
get every drop of the chocolate ice cream. Now Victor had Amanda's
juices flowing.

	The dog followed the trail of drips up to Amanda's breasts,
licking the girl clean of the chocolate confections. While Victor was
licking Amanda's breasts she could feel his semi-extended penis rub
against her pussy. She felt herself ache for the dog to be inside of
her, but she controlled her desire to turn over and let the dog fuck
her.

	Victor began to re-lick the area between Amanda's legs where
the ice cream had dripped. Instinctively Victor began to lick Amanda's
clit with his long, thick tongue. The long strokes of Victor's tongue
were rough against Amanda's swollen vulva. The girl felt a dizziness
come over her and she fell into an orgasm. Amanda reflexively squeezed
the dog's head with her thighs.

	When she released her gentle grip on the dog's head Victor
stepped back from Amanda's crotch. Amanda relaxed for a while and
noticed the dog was licking his erect penis.

	"Come on Victor, it's your turn," Amanda said. She spread her
legs

				 VII

	When Amanda released her gentle grip on the dog's head Victor
stepped back from the young girl's crotch. Amanda relaxed for a while
and noticed the dog was licking his erect penis.

	"Come on Victor, it's your turn," Amanda said. She spread her
legs and pulled her knees toward her shoulders. Victor approached
Amanda tentatively. The dog began to lick Amanda's crotch.

	Amanda thought about how the position she was in was very
similar to the one she used to squeeze under the faucet in the
bathtub.

	"Up here," Amanda said patting her knees.

	Victor was hesitant at first, but then he put up one of his
front paws, followed by the other and he was hovering over Amanda. She
could feel the dog's penis rock back and forth, occasionally gliding
against the dense mesh of her pubic hair. Victor looked at Amanda with
pleading eyes and began to lick her face.

	"So close, yet so far away," Amanda said to the dog. Shifting
her body some, she slide her right arm through her legs down to her
loins. She felt a slickness when she touched her pussy lips.

	Victor stopped humping when Amanda placed her had between her
legs. Groping around she found the dog's shaft and was able to guide
it to the opening of her vulva. Unlike earlier in the day, Victor
slowly stroked his penis into Amanda.

	This position was foreign to the mix-breed dog and his
instincts were confused. Caution took control of the dog's animal
lust. The dog slowly drove his penis into the young girl, pausing to
lick Amanda's face.

	Victor was learning he didn't need to be humping like a
banshee to please himself. The slow fuck of the seventeen-year-old was
much like earlier in the day when her hand had simulated sex. Gently
pumping his shaft into the hot, puffy girl's pussy was almost as
enjoyable as when she had licked and placed her lips around his penis.

	Another of the reason Victor's strokes were slow and
deliberate was because Amanda was holding his front paws. She didn't
want the dog to break loose into an animal frenzy and begin scratching
her legs and/or chest. With each hump and thrusting of Victor's penis
Amanda could feel tingling from the scratches on her back where the
dog had dug into her while mounting her from the rear.

	The dog's methodical pumping was almost soothing to Amanda,
who's vagina was swollen and sensitive. Had Victor started humping her
as he had three hours earlier, the coupling would have been painful
for Amanda.

	After gently fucking Amanda for several minutes Victor's penis
slipped out of her vagina. The dog stopped his thrusts and waited for
Amanda to insert his shaft into her. She could tell the dog was close
to coming.

	When Amanda reached between her legs she found a trail of
sperm between her legs that was dribbling from Victor's penis. The
penis was slick with sperm and Amanda's vaginal fluids and slithered
in her hand. The dog licked Amanda's face and chest as the girl
fumbled for his penis.

	Victor began to stroke in and out of the girl when he felt the
head of his penis touch Amanda's hot, moist labia.

	Suddenly the dog started to whimper and Amanda could feel him
releasing a stringy orgasm into her hips. She wrapped her legs around
the dog, squeezing him gently as his penis gushed spunk into her.

	Amanda let the dog savor his orgasm before setting his paws
down causing his penis to slip out. Victor crawled off of his girl-
lover and began to lick her pussy. The sensation was a paradox for
Amanda; Victor's tongue was licking her sore vagina, but as soothing
as Victor's tongue was, it was also agitating her overused crotch.

	Putting her legs together she pulled the dog up next to her
breasts and began to pet the dog, thanking him for the pleasure he had
provided.

	One day had gone by, Amanda would have six days of paradise
left until the Kennedys returned from the Bahamas... if she could
stand it.

				 VIII

	Amanda almost floated home from school. She had been living in
sexual bliss for the past four days. She had successfully put out of
her mind the thought that her neighbors, the Kennedys, would be
returning in three days. Until then she was going to squeeze their dog
into her as many times and ways as she possible could.

	Today was Friday and marked a special treat. Amanda had
convinced her father to let her spend the night at the Kennedy's
house. Tonight there would be no need to clean up or, worse, her
father knocking on the door, like he did two nights before. Amanda was
performing fellatio on the Labrador mix when she heard someone trying
to break into the house, or so she thought. Instead, she found her
father coming to get her.

	Looking at her watch, Amanda had noticed that it was after
midnight, she jumped up and started to dress as fast as she could.
Fortunately she had put her sweats on after dinner. She got dressed in
a flash, she figured she had everything on backwards, but it would
have to do for now.

	After rolling her underwear under a sofa cushion, she headed
for the door. When Amanda flipped on the porch light, as expected, she
saw her father. He was standing on the porch with his pajamas. Just
as she was opening to the door, Victor snapped out of his fellatio
induced state of nirvana and began barking. Amanda grabbed her doggie
love-stud by his collar to restrain him.

	"I've knocked on the door twice, what have you been doing?"
her father asked, then, not waiting for an answer added. "What the
hell happened to your hair?"

	"Victor, settle down!" Amanda commanded the dog and took the
dog to the utility room. She looked at her hair and noticed it was
headed in fifty different directions, fortunately there wasn't any dog
sperm in it.

	"Sorry about that," Amanda said. "I fell asleep on the sofa
while I was studying my science text."

	"Well it looks like you were sleeping on her head," he said.
"It's after 12, and your mother was worried.

	Amanda apologized and told her father she would be home in a
couple minutes. After he left, she let Victor out of the utility room.
After searching the room for the intruder, the dog came back to
Amanda, with his pleading eyes. Amanda could tell Victor wanted her to
finish what she had started. His pink penis had softened some, but was
still extended from the dog's sheath.

	She felt sorry for Victor, but she had to go home or never
hear the end from her parents. It wasn't as though Victor hadn't had
his share of orgasms that night.

	Amanda would make up for leaving Victor in an excited state
the next night. She literally fucked the dog raw. As soon as she got
off the school bus, Amanda headed for the Kennedy's house. Stripping
her clothes off as soon as she locked the door, Amanda got down on all
fours and let Victor work his tool into her.

	"Come on Victor... I need you... I need you bad," Amanda said
when she knelt in from of Victor.

	After letting Victor screw her from behind, Amanda licked
Victor's penis to another erection. The girl then lay on her back and
let the dog take her again. Amanda's and Victor's love making had
become so intense that they were each reaching at least three orgasms
a night. Amanda would make love to Victor twice before dinner, then
she would come back for one more orgasm.

	Amanda wondered what would happen when the Kennedys got back
from their vacation. She was afraid that Victor would be so horny he
would rape Mrs. Kennedy. She also wondered what she would do, Amanda
would definitely miss the routine she and Victor had.

	Amanda's and Victor's desire for each other had reached such a
frenzy by the third day that they didn't need foreplay for their first
coupling. In fact Amanda found herself oozing with vaginal secretions
just thinking about Victor on the bus ride home and Victor greeted her
with an erection at the door.

	Two days ago, on the bus ride home, Amanda could hear the
sniffs of the sophomore boy, who was sitting next to her on the bus.
He was obviously savoring the aroma that was emanating from Amanda's
crotch. By the time the boy figured out where the pungent smell was
coming from, the bus stopped at Amanda's corner.

	The incident only enhanced Amanda's excitement. She had to
laugh to herself when the boy almost knocked over a junior today
trying to get to Amanda's seat on the bus. The poor kid almost had
tears in his eyes when he got to Amanda's seat and an eighth grade
girl sat down in front of him.

	Just as she expected, Victor was at the door when she walked
in. The dog's penis was now the color of spaghetti sauce. From almost
non-stop attention and friction, Victor's penis was showing some wear
and tear.

	Victor was showing his age. The dog had just gone through four
days where he would have his penis manipulated for six hours each day.
Now Victor walked with a limp. Amanda felt a twinge of guilt, but she
felt more than just a twinge of desire to have Victor's penis in her.

	Amanda was in a quandary. She had convinced her father to let
her spend the night at the Kennedys and now it looked as though a
night of loving might leave Victor unable to walk, yet Amanda lusted
for the dog's penis to be in her.

	She talked her father into letting her stay the night so she
could watch cable television on the Kennedy's large screen TV. The
swing vote came when she handed her parents her grade card yesterday.
Two grading periods of slipping grades had caused concern from her
parents. That changed this quarter. The improvement came in science.
Ironically, Amanda had written a report on dog breeding and received
an A-plus.

	Amanda set down her book back and consoled the limping dog.

	"Victor I'm sorry, did I give you too good of a workout last?"

	The dog lay down, hoping for Amanda to start licking his
penis. Amanda laughed at the dog and his reaction to her squatting
next to him. For a second she thought that oral sex with the dog would
be enough, though she could feel an ache in her pussy that reached her
entrails.

	She rubbed the dog's belly, teasing him by bringing her hand
near his penis, but not quite touching it.

	While she was stroking the dog she noticed the camera on a
tripod and reached for her book bag. She fished a blank video tape out
of it. Amanda took the tape over to the camera and opened the
cassette. Inside was a tape. She took the tape and set it aside and
put her blank one in its place.

	Amanda hit the pause and record button and then turned on the
big screen TV. When she switched to channel 4 Victor appeared on the
screen, lying on his back and looking up at Amanda.

	"It works," she thought to herself. The week might end, but
she would have a keepsake she could take home with her. She only had
to make sure no one found it. On the big TV screen Amanda could see
Victor's penis begin to shrink.

	"That's okay, when I come back from dinner we will have all
night to keep your penis hard," Amanda cooed to the dog.

	Amanda turned off the television and video camera and walked
to the back door. Victor hobbled behind her. She let Victor out and
decided she might as well read. She got her out a novel she was
reading for English. Victor seemed to be content nosing around in the
back yard and Amanda read until 5:30. At that time she let in Victor
and went home for dinner.

				  IX

	A tear rambled down Amanda's cheek. Victor, being a dutiful
lover, licked the tear from her face. The dog was trying to cheer up
Amanda, but it was no use. She knew that the Kennedys would return
tomorrow morning from their vacation and Amanda's week-long affair
with the mixed-lab would end. She knew all along the seven days of
conjugal bliss with Victor would end with the return of his owners.

	Amanda was trying not to cry. She was watching the video she
had made of herself and Victor over the past two days. On the screen
was Amanda, on all fours and looking straight at the camera. Victor
was clutching her from behind and was thumping his hips into Amanda.
The high school senior had a serene expression on her fact that was
hard to explain and somewhat comical. Amanda had laughed in gales the
first time she watched that section of the tape.

	"So that is sexual nirvana," she told Victor at the time and
hugged him.

	She had put the tape on in an attempt to cheer up, but it
wasn't working. She felt her juices starting to well up in her crotch,
much the same way her tears were forming. After licking another tear,
Victor caught the aroma of Amanda's vaginal fluids in his sensitive
snout and he began to nose around the thick mesh of her pubic hair.

	Soon he was lapping at her clitoris and, as hard as it was,
Amanda pushed Victor's nose away. She started to scratch his ear.

	"Not now buddy, well do it again later, I need to cheer up
first," she explained to the dog.

	Amanda got up and turned the tape off.

	With the Kennedys returning tomorrow morning, it might be a
long time until Amanda could find a moment to enjoy Victor's penis
again. She knew she might not *ever* screw her neighbor's dog again.
It had taken Amanda two years to find the opportunity to take Victor
into her haunches this time.

	She put the video tape into her book bag, then flipped through
the Kennedy's selection of video tapes. She came across a taped marked
"Freeda and Victor." Amanda put the tape into the VCR and hit rewind.
She was thinking she might feel better about ending her love affair if
she could see how happy Victor was with the Kennedys. When the tape
finished rewinding it stopped and Amanda pushed "play" and went into
the kitchen to get a glass of juice.

	She heard Freeda Kennedy's voice calling to the dog on the
video tape. Victor, who had followed Amanda into the kitchen, still
trying to nose his way into her vagina, heard the voice and ran into
the living room.

	"Right here, you know how mama likes it," Freeda Kennedy said
on the video. Those words piqued Amanda's curiosity and she took her
glass of juice into living room. What Amanda saw when she walked into
the room almost caused her to drop her glass. On the large screen TV
was Mrs. Kennedy on her belly, purring like a cat, with her legs
together.

	She was naked.

	Victor was licking at Mrs. Kennedy's round ass and pushing his
nose into the crevice between her legs. Amanda felt several emotions
flowing through her. She never would have imagined the prim and proper
Freeda Kennedy begging Victor to take her.

	"Lick my nasty-hole," Mrs. Kennedy pleaded to the dog.

	Amanda also felt a surge of jealously while watching Victor
burrowing his tongue into Mrs. Kennedy's ass. Amanda had believed that
she was Victor's only human lover. The older woman rotated her hips to
allow Victor deeper access into her haunches. The camera zoomed in
close on Victor's tongue as the dog licked Mrs. Kennedy's puckered
hole. Her hips raised up and the camera zoomed back to an image of
Mrs. Kennedy sliding her hand to her crotch. Mrs. Kennedy's head was
turned and her face was toward the camera. As much as she was enjoying
Victors plodding tongue, she was also using her hands to her twitch
her clit with her fingers.

	The camera again zoomed in, this time on Mrs. Kennedy's face
which looked at the camera with a euphoric pleasure. She started to
tremble and then she closed her eyes, obviously enjoying an orgasm.

	The camera then panned back to an image of Mrs. Kennedy
humping her hand. Her actions stimulated Victor and he jumped over
her. While he straddled the woman, Victor's penis glanced against the
crevice of Mrs. Kennedy's ass.

	"You're teasing the dog, he wants to pump your hot hole," came
an off camera voice that Amanda recognized as Mr. Kennedy. It must
have been him running the camera. Amanda could tell that the camera
was stationed on the tripod next to the big screen TV, probably in the
same spot she had recorded her own video.

	Mrs. Kennedy responded to Mr. Kennedy's comments and lifted
her hips up in the area. At first her movement knocked Victor off of
her, but the dog was persistent and he was again hovering over Mrs.
Kennedy's hips. Like Amanda had done so many times in the past week,
Mrs. Kennedy reached between her legs and directed Victor's penis into
her vulva.

	Mrs. Kennedy let out a groan when Victor's penis slammed into
her. With each successive thrust she let out a grunt that was getting
Amanda hot as she watched the video. Amanda sat down on a hassock with
a look of disbelief as she watched the video. Amanda's neighbor's body
sagged in spots, but she was very slim and petite. Victor seemed to
tower over Mrs. Kennedy as he humped her.

	"That's a good boy," Mrs. Kennedy said encouraging the dog.
She said the words in between her grunts and Victor's thrusts. "You
can do it, fill me up with your hot come."

	She looked in the direction of the camera while she talked and
it was apparent she was partial saying her words to tease Mr. Kennedy.

	"Fuck me, fuck me Victor," she said and Amanda thought Mrs.
Kennedy winked at the camera. "Victor knows how to please a woman
almost as well as daddy."

	While Amanda watched the video of Victor screwing Mrs.
Kennedy, Victor slipped his nose between the girl. Amanda relented and
allowed the dog to lick her loins. She didn't have much choice. The
hot action on the television was working up Amanda's desire; if it
wouldn't have been Victor's tongue, her fingers would have been toying
with her clitoris.

	"Victor is a good boy. He knows how to make me happy," Mrs.
Kennedy whispered in a thick and lusty voice. to the dog. "*And*
Victory likes to screw mommy better than daddy."

	Amanda couldn't tell what that comment meant, but she knew it
implied that Victor also screwed Mr. Kennedy. Amanda wondered if
Victor would have the stamina to please all three of them.

	"Since you wanted to move your lips, maybe you ought to put
them to good use," Mr. Kennedy said and then he made his appearance in
the video. Though Amanda couldn't see his face, she figured it to be
him. He too was naked.

	Mr. Kennedy knelt in front of his wife, giving Mrs. Kennedy
access to his penis. Amanda could see Mr. Kennedy from the nipples
down. His chest was hairy, but most of the hair had turned gray, but
it wasn't Mr. Kennedy's chest Amanda was looking at. Even semi-erect,
Mr. Kennedy's penis looked massive and flaunted itself in front of
Mrs. Kennedy.

	The contours of Mrs. Kennedy's face softened and she began to
lick the penis in front of her. Mr. Kennedy lifted his penis and Mrs.
Kennedy extended her tongue, circling the penis head. The activity
amazed Amanda; Victor thrusting into Mrs. Kennedy and Mrs. Kennedy
licking Mr. Kennedy's penis.

	Mrs. Kennedy stopped licking her husbands penis and started
smirking. In a baby talk voice she said: "Thank you Victor for filling
me up. You are mommy's stud."

	Mrs. Kennedy's words were so sexy to Amanda and with Victor
licking her clit, the girl began to tremble in an orgasm, along with
Victor on the TV.

	On the TV screen Victor stopped humping Mrs. Kennedy and
started to lick her neck and back. Because she was a small woman,
Victor could reach her head and was also licking Mrs. Kennedy's ears.
After licking her neck and back, Victor slipped off of Mrs. Kennedy
and began to lick her loins. Mrs. Kennedy in turn began to lick Mr.
Kennedy's penis again. Victor licked Mrs. Kennedy clean and when he
was through he sat back and started to clean himself.

	"My knees are sore," Mrs. Kennedy said and she rolled over on
her back. Mr. Kennedy scooted forward so his wife could again start
sucking his penis. At first Mr. Kennedy held himself up with his left
arm and kneaded Mrs. Kennedy's breasts and her crotch - her hairless
crotch. Then he moved his mouth to his wife's crotch. Amanda had
trouble believing the TV screen. Her neighbors, who were old enough to
be her grandparents, were 69-ing and Mrs. Kennedy had just been fucked
by Victor.

	After several minutes of the Kennedys orally pleasing each
other, Victor was ready for some more action. He began licking Mr.
Kennedy's haunches and Amanda could see that Mrs. Kennedy was pulling
apart her husband's ass cheeks. Mr. Kennedy's moans of pleasure were
muffled by his wife's labia. Mrs. Kennedy began to compete for space
around Mr. Kennedy's ass with her hands. She inserted a finger into
his anus and Victor tried to follow her finger with his tongue.

	Mrs. Kennedy continued to expand her husband's sphincter.
Amanda figured Mr. Kennedy must have lubed his rectum before starting
the video camera because of the ease that Mrs. Kennedy's finger slid
into her husband's ass.

	Now Mrs. Kennedy had three fingers inside of Mr. Kennedy. Her
activity around her husband's anus pushed Victor back and the dog
climbed up on Mr. Kennedy's back. Victor began to walk his back legs
toward Mr. Kennedy's hips. Victor had his erect penis next to Mr.
Kennedy's ass and Mrs. Kennedy grabbed the shaft, directing it to its
target.

	While Amanda watched the video with growing interested, Victor
had started to hump her leg. She pushed the dog down, rolled him onto
his back and started to masturbate Victor.

	Her focus was on the activity taking place on the TV screen
where Victor thrust his hips into Mr. Kennedy. When Victor's penis
rammed into Mr. Kennedy's ass the older man let out a loud grunt.

	As Victor pumped his hips, Mrs. Kennedy continued to perform
fellatio on her husband. Eventually Mr. Kennedy could no longer focus
on his wife's crotch and he pushed himself up. His eyes were closed
and his body was rigid. His penis was out of his wife's mouth and she
was licking the head; she pulled the erect shaft down so her tongue
could reach.

	Mr. Kennedy locked his body solid and groaned in a low robust
tone. When his orgasm started, sperm shot out of his penis in a long
string that landed on Mrs. Kennedy's breasts. The next spurt landed on
her neck, then she pushed his penis in her mouth, swallowing
subsequent spurts.

	Amanda would eventually watch more of the video and she knew
someday she would be part of a sexual escapade with the Kennedys and
Victor, but now there were other matters at hand. She got up and
turned the VCR and TV off.

	Now that she knew that the Kennedys enjoyed Victor as much as
she did - and in the same way - she would make herself a regular guest
at her neighbor's house. But the Kennedys would not be home until
tomorrow and tonight she had Victor all to herself.

	Getting on all fours, Amanda spread her labia.

	"Victor, take me."

			       The End