From: heindrik@aol.com (Heindrik)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: The Dog Days of Summer (F, dog)
Date: 17 Aug 1996 13:02:59 -0400

			       Dog Days

	Janelle Pountain sighed with exhaustion as she parked her car
and groaned when she opened the car door and the heat hit her full
blast. Even for mid-August this was hot. She could see the heat waves
rising from the parking lot. Her long day at work coupled with the
heat had left her totally drained.

	She stumbled up the stairs and fumbled with her key to get the
door open so she could step inside and peel off her sweaty clothes. As
she closed the door behind her she was slammed back into the door by
two giant paws to the stomach and waves of doggie breath to the nose.
These were both followed by a long pink tongue up one cheek.

	"Get down Max, it's too hot to play!" she yelled pushing her
German Shepherd off of her.

	He wasn't discouraged though and continued to prance around
wagging his tail. He was a young dog, just over a year and full of
energy. Janelle had bought him at her mother's insistence so that she
would have some protection. The day that she saw that cute little face
with the soulful brown eyes and the feet five times too big for his
body, her heart had just melted. Now though that his body had caught
up with his feet, she sometimes wished she had chosen a little dog.
Her apartment just wasn't that big.

	Janelle slipped past him into the bathroom, closing the door
behind her. Her clothes soon formed a pile on the floor, her panties
coming off last the crotch of pulling slowly out of the crack of her
ass where it had spent most of the day despite her best efforts to
pull it out without being obvious.

	The cool spray from the shower felt like ecstasy. She let the
water just beat against her tense muscles and suffocated skin until
she began to feel some semblance of humanity. Her nipples began to
perk and she brought her hands up to her breasts and cupped them, her
small hands covering barely half of her 36DD cups. It felt great just
to stand there and massage her own breasts. Too great. It had been way
too long since she'd had sex with a man. In two weeks it would be a
year and her body could tell.

	Normally she relieved her tensions by masturbating and she
even kept a vibrator in the nightstand but lately it had just been too
hot. By the end of the day all she wanted to do was grab a light meal
and then sleep. Today was no different.

	Grabbing her body sponge she squirted some soap on it and
began to suds her body. Down and up from her pink toes to her firm
golden thighs across her firm stomach crossing the tan lines of her
bikini, brushing through the golden hairs of pussy, rubbing up and
down the pussy lips, over and around her magnificent breasts, gliding
over her large pale pink nipples and then down her slender arms. And
then rinsing it all off, all the time being careful to get her
shoulder length blonde hair as wet as little as possible.

	After the shower, the only thing she wore was a white terry
cloth bathrobe which came down to just below her ass. Sauntering back
out into the living room she grabbed a wine cooler, turned on the fan,
and stretched out on the couch. Max looked up hopefully at her from
his dog bed, wagging his tail, but she ignored him.

	The fan felt great. Untying the belt on her robe, she opened
it up so that the air would hit her naked skin.

	Three coolers and a half hour later, she was asleep.

	Max stood up and stumbled around the room. He was bored and
the heat was bothering him too. When he stood by the window he was
downwind from Janelle and something about her scent intrigued him.
He'd been noticing it more lately and he wasn't exactly sure what to
make of it. Padding quietly he approached her and sniffed at her feet.
Nice, but that wasn't it. Nosing higher, he stopped at her waist. His
nostrils twitching now. This was it. The small hairy patch right in
the middle of his mistresses otherwise almost hairless body. He
pressed his nose right into her crotch and she stirred in her sleep,
brushing his nose away but spreading her legs more in the process and
the scent became stronger.

	Using the doggie logic that if it smells interesting, taste
it, Max snaked his tongue out and lapped at her crotch. His doggie
senses screamed at him, "DELICIOUS!!!!" and he licked again.

	Janelle, sound asleep from the heat and the coolers, began to
dream about having sex. The man was faceless but he was licking her
pussy like an expert. She spread her legs wider so he could have
better access. Max saw his chance and sprang up onto the couch,
standing between her legs he once again brought his nose to her pussy
and began licking. His tongue passing up and down her outer lips and
slipping down the crack of her ass. Soon his gentle ministrations
caused Janelle's pussy to open like a flower. The inner lips peeking
through and her clit poking its way up like someone being woken up
suddenly and peeking their way through the blankets. Max pushed his
tongue between the lips and was rewarded with a flood of Janelle's
juices. The dog's tail began wagging and his dick was way out of its
sheath. He kept licking. Swiping in and around, brushing her clit,
then sending his tongue several inches inside of her. Max had never
tasted anything so good.

	Janelle's dream was getting more intense, she started moaning
out loud. The man was fantastic. He licked her like no man had ever
done before. His tongue could do things she never thought possible.
Best of all, he was obviously enjoying licking her as much as she was
enjoying being licked. Her last boyfriend had hated giving her oral
sex although demanding it often from her. She knew that she wasn't far
from her first orgasm in along time.

	Max was practically devouring her cunt now, reaching inside
her now gaping lips as far as a human's dick, massaging her cuntal
walls like no had ever done before and then tickling her clit until it
throbbed. He couldn't believe his mistress had been carrying this
treasure trove around with her and hadn't offered to share it with him
before.

	Janelle's sudden, intense, and loud moaning startled him
momentarily but since it was accompanied by a sudden deluge of juices
it didn't bother him for long.

	But after lapping them up he had the urge to do something
else. Something he wasn't quite sure about. He wanted to put something
else where he'd been licking. It was then that some primal instinct
took over and Max stepped over her, putting his two front paws on
either side of her breasts and his head loomed over her face. His dick
which was extended a full ten inches, throbbed and pulsed. Lowering
his haunches, he tried to jab it into where he'd been licking, but
missed and hit her leg. Raising up he tried again only this time he
jabbed too high and hit her stomach. Something about this position
just wasn't right. He tried again, but lost his footing and collapsed
on top of her.

	Janelle woke with a start from her wonderful dream only to
discover Max sprawled all over her. "Get off you big dumb animal," she
said. He jumped down and went to lie in his bed.

	Janelle sat up and tried to clear her head. That had been some
dream. She reached her hand down to her pussy. It was sopping,
dripping with her juices. Her eyes strayed to Max. He was doing was
male dogs do, licking his balls. Janelle stared at his swollen dick
and then glanced down at her dripping pussy.

	Was it Max? Could he have been licking her?

	Her mind drifted back to a summer ten years ago when she'd
been twelve and just discovered masturbating. The family dog, a big
collie had licked her legs and it had felt good so she let him keep
doing it. He had moved as high as he could reach with her shorts on
and when he hit her thighs, she felt her pussy tingle. Being only
twelve she didn't really think of it as dirty so she dropped her
shorts pulled off her tweety bird panties and let the dog keep
licking. Soon the big collie was happily lapping her cunt and little
Janelle had the most intense orgasm of her short life.

	But she was an adult now. Had a dog really licked her cunt?
And most importantly, would he do it again?