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(MFF, nc, mn, voy, oral, anal, beast) *** Chapter 1: Change Happens In a Flash The disturbing dreams started while Billy was still recovering from the lightning strike. Bill couldn't remember actually being hit, but the neurologist told him nobody ever did, the strike just happened too fast. It was the first week of summer vacation, when he heard the neighbors' dog Rex barking on his running line as the thunderstorm blew in suddenly. Billy hadn't thought twice about it, he knew the Phillips' weren't home, so he just ran outside to let the big mutt in out of the rain. He had one hand on the Shepherd's collar and was trying to unsnap the chain when the bolt of lightning nailed them both; one minute he was yelling at the big dog to be still, and it seemed like a second later he woke up in the hospital. The doctors told him later that the metal posts holding the running line cable had carried off most of the charge, which was why he and the dog weren't totally fried. After three weeks, he still had occasional headaches, but everyone said it was a miracle he and Rex were alive, so Bill figured weird dreams weren't much to bitch about. The really strange part was that what he remembered of the dreams was always in the Phillips' back yard or inside their house. They were pretty crazy though, not nightmares, just really weird—like black and white movie clips, with perspective all wrong, like he was laying on the ground, and noises like barking or growling, and strange smells. That seemed really odd to him, he didn't remember ever actually smelling anything in his dreams before. When he described them to the neurologist, the doc told him his brain was still trying to get itself sorted out, so some freaky dreams weren't unusual. The EEG's and other tests were all okay, so the doctor said the dreams would stop after his brain made some adjustment to being blasted like that. Bill wasn't sure why he decided not to tell the doc that he sometimes thought that he was the one doing all the growling and barking in the dreams. Only a couple of days after talking with the doctor, Billy had the weirdest experience of his life. He'd dozed off while listening to some tunes in his room and was having one of the dreams again, and this time Amber Phillips was in it; he could see her face, and he was looking UP at her while she talked to him. "...such a good boy, Rexie, you're such a good, good boy," she said with a giggle, "you're a lazy, worthless mutt but you're my sweetheart, you know that? Nobody ever had such a good, good dog, and we love you like crazy, you big furry shit." Billy felt her scratching his head affectionately and heard the contented growl coming from his throat; it seemed completely natural to roll over onto his side and have the girl begin scratching his furry belly. He could feel Amber's hand rubbing his belly and chest as she kept talking, and suddenly he knew without question that he was Rex, laying in the Phillips' side yard while Amber petted him. He could feel his tail thumping into the grass as he wagged it and he could see his own bedroom window over Amber's shoulder. 'Holy shit, this is too weird,' he thought suddenly, 'I'm inside the goddamn dog, this is crazy.' Billy jerked awake with a gasp, suddenly back in his bed with the CD still playing. He sat up and hit the power button, and in the sudden silence he could hear Amber Phillips' voice through his open window. "...may think I don't have anything better to do than rub your belly, you spoiled mutt," she said with a laugh, "but you're wrong, you lazy thing; I've got laundry to put away and Mom wants help making dinner, big boy, so I guess you're out of luck for now." Bill looked out his window as the girl was getting to her feet beside the big dog; he gasped in amazement as he realized Rex was laying exactly where he'd just been in the dream. He closed his eyes to try and remember the exact position, and for a split second he was THERE again, lying on his side and staring up as Amber walked away. He felt a whirl of vertigo as the dog scrambled up onto all fours, and then Billy was back inside his room, watching as Rex followed the girl through the gate into the Phillips' back yard. He collapsed into the chair in front of his computer desk, shivering in shock and astonishment. "Jesus Christ, this is just nuts," he whispered to himself, "It was exactly like the dream, he was right where I was, I was dreaming what he was seeing, hearing, I was THERE, like I was inside his head." 'Get a grip, dude,' he advised himself silently, 'and try not to be goofier than you are. It's just a coincidence, that's all, maybe you were hearing her voice while you were sleeping and just blended it into the dream. That makes a lot more sense than what you're imagining, for real. Uuhh, and let's not even mention this little episode to Mom and Dad, or the doctor, for sure. Talk about this to anybody and you'll be talking with a shrink and eating Thorazine instead of M & Ms.' ** Every night his dreams continued, and day after day Bill went Internet searching, trying to understand what was happening to him. He remembered more and more details from the dreams every time he woke up, and everything he could check out on the Net made him more spooked, because stuff he was dreaming turned out to make sense. He learned that dogs mostly don't see color, no yellow or red or green, but probably blue and violet, and that matched exactly what he was seeing in his sleep. While he couldn't really identify the smells and sounds he remembered, that made sense too, since animals senses of smell and hearing were much better than humans. After a week of searching and worrying, Billy decided that he was either totally losing his mind, or else somehow his brain was plugged into the German Shepherd, his mind was sharing the dogs life when he slept. And though Billy was scared shitless, he didn't really think he was going crazy, no matter what anyone else might have said. It didn't make sense, but it was too real not to be true; some way, somehow, that lightning bolt had cross- wired his brain with the German Shepherd, and he was able to experience everything the dog was living. 'And if that's really true, dude, then this is the chance of a lifetime,' he thought suddenly, 'It'll be like having your own personal spy-cam right in the house with all those hot babes.' Billy had a major lust attack every time he laid eyes on the neighbor girl, but then everyone in town had the hots for the Phillips girls. Amber's sister Jade was twenty-two, still living at home with their mother and working on her Master's degree, but all the guys Bill knew weren't interested in either of the girls for her mind. Like their mother, the Phillips sisters were total knockout blondes, with long perfect legs, sparkling green eyes, and stunning full breasts that stood out in taut globes under their sweaters. Billy's Mom said it had been somewhat of a scandal when Angela Richter got pregnant at fifteen and delivered Jade right after she turned sixteen, but Ben Phillips' family had done the right thing and the marriage saved Angela's reputation. Jade was almost thirteen and Amber was seven years old when Ben Phillips was killed in a plane crash, and Angie Phillips had raised the girls as a working mother since then. Maybe because of her own teenage experience, Angela Phillips kept her daughters on a short leash. Billy once heard Jade joke that her Mom had three rules: 1) Finish your education & earn your own way, 2) Think for yourself, and 3) Keep your legs together. Joke or not, the girls had taken their mother's advice to heart, and none of the guys at Midvale High had gotten anywhere with Jade, and nobody was getting anywhere with her little sister either. Amber was in her junior year at Billy's high school, but the popular Junior-year cheerleader barely noticed the lowly Freshman next door. Actually, he had to admit it was worse than that; Amber did notice him, but thought of him like a younger brother. "But maybe, just maybe," Billy told himself slowly, "I'll get to see what nobody else sees... watch them all when they're home in private, doing whatever chicks do when they're all by themselves. Hell, nobody even thinks twice about what their pets see, who ever worried about getting undressed or taking a bath in front of a dog? But I need to learn to control it," he continued thoughtfully, "to be able to pick when I'm there, not just get these flashes in a dream. If I can somehow plug in when I'm awake, this'll be the greatest thing since...since ever, that's all. Back to the Internet, dude, maybe it's like self-hypnosis or meditation or something..." It took almost a week of studying relaxation training and practicing meditation and auto-hypnosis, but finally Bill hit the jackpot. He was lying on his bed with eyes closed, totally relaxed and on the edge of being asleep, when there was the familiar feeling of disorientation as he was back in Rex's brain. He felt cool hard tile against his side as his vision cleared to black and white, and suddenly he was looking around the Phillips' kitchen. There was an immediate flood of new sensations, as the Shepherd's sensitive nose fed into his brain; he tried to ignore Rex's view of the kitchen to concentrate and identify the variety of scents reaching the Shepherd's nose. Billy knew instantly what the Phillips' had had for dinner; there was a strong odor of baked chicken, macaroni and cheese and broccoli hanging in the air, and what had to be an apple pie for dessert. Beneath those heavy aromas, he could smell water from Rex's dish, a mix of coffee-ground and eggshell smells that had to be from the garbage can, the smell of Angela Phillips' cigarette smoke, and fainter scents which he finally realized must be perfume and makeup, sort of a diffused feminine smell. He was aware of other odors but couldn't identify them, maybe because the dog could smell things he'd never been able to, or maybe just because he was unfamiliar with Rex's world. There was the sound of evening news on television in the recreation room, and music from a CD player upstairs, along with the noise of cars passing on the street outside. He could hear crickets chirping in the Phillips' back yard, and even the sound of lawn mowers coming from three different directions up and down the block. There were other sounds he couldn't begin to recognize, and once again he realized the animal's senses were better, the Shepherd's ears could hear sound waves above and maybe below the pitch of human hearing. He wondered how the dog ever got to sleep with all those noises coming from everywhere, and then slowly understood that it must be no different for the Shepherd than it was for a person, when you got tired, you didn't pay attention to what you heard or smelled, you just went to sleep. Billy lowly willed himself to detach his attention from the big dog's senses and concentrated on focusing on his human body. There was a moment of disorientation, and then suddenly he was back in his bed; when he opened his eyes, colors were brighter and more vivid to him, while his hearing and sense of smell seemed dull and stunted now. He closed his eyes again, took a slow deep breath and found his way back into the big Shepherd's world. Bill spent the next three hours practicing tuning in and out of the dog's brain, until he could slip in and out of Rex's senses as easily as closing and opening his eyes. The following day, Billy was mowing the back yard when Amber Phillips came out of her house to give the German Shepherd a hose bath. Bill ran inside and picked up the collar he'd found at a yard sale, popped open a can of Coke and strolled across the lawn toward Amber and Rex. He stopped dead in his tracks as he got closer, hoping that Amber wouldn't notice his sudden hard-on. The stacked blonde cheerleader was soaking wet from washing the dog, her cutoffs and tank top sticking to her taut body like paint. Amber wasn't wearing a brassiere, and her nipples showed clearly through the thin material clinging to her full breasts. She looked up with a smile and continued rinsing the shampoo off of Rex as Billy walked up to them. "Hi, Amber, hey Rex, what's up, big dog?" he asked, scratching the huge Shepherd between the ears. Rex was a real monster, easily the biggest German Shepherd Bill had ever seen, his shoulders nearly up to Billy's waist. He was beautifully marked and looked intimidating as hell, actually half Shepherd and half wolf, he remembered Amber saying. Even though he looked scary, Rex was really gentle and playful, still acting like an overgrown puppy at four years old. "Hey, Willie, what's happenin," Amber replied, grinning as Bill winced. She knew he hated it when she called him Willie, a nickname his grandmother had used when he was little. "Dammit, Amber," he blurted in frustration, "you know how much that—" "I know, I know, I'm sorry, Bill," the pretty blonde cut him off with a giggle, "I know you don't like to be called Willie, I just can't help jerking your chain sometimes, you know? It's just that you totally twitch every time, dude, you're so easy to tease, it's too good to pass up. What's going on, Bill, are you, you know, feeling all right and everything?" "Yeah, yeah I'm good, I mean I'm okay I guess," Billy replied, trying not to stare as Amber's round tits bounced under the soaked tank top, "I get a few headaches and some weird dreams, but the doctor says all the tests are fine, so it seems like it's all over and done with." "Oh God, Billy, I'm so sorry about what happened," Amber said sincerely, "you were just trying to help us out, and you almost got killed trying to save Rexie and everything, I just want you to know if there's anything we can do, just ask..." "Thanks, Amber, but it's okay, really," Bill answered, "I'm doing fine, and I'm glad old Rex came through all right, you know, that's kind of why I came over," he continued, "I found this cool collar while I was helping clean out Uncle Bruce's garage last week. He had a big retriever named Charlie, who got hit by a car, I guess he must have kept the collar, and I thought of Rexie as soon as I saw it. It's a really nice collar and I think Uncle Bruce would be glad if he knew somebody's dog had it now that Charlie's gone." "Oh, Billy, thank you, that's really sweet of you," the blonde responded with a smile, "thanks for caring about Rex after all that... all that stress. This is a really good collar," she added as Billy handed it over, "those nickel studs are totally cool, it'll look great on him, thanks so much. Look what Billy got for you, big dog," she cooed to the Shepherd as she buckled the collar around Rex's neck, "a fine fancy collar for my big boy, isn't that cool? Whoa, that looks great on you, Rexie, you look so macho in leather. All the other dogs are gonna be totally jealous of you, good boy, you look like a real stud now." Billy's mind was racing as he walked back to the house and finished mowing the lawn; he was practically shaking with eager anticipation by the time he put the mower away and dashed up to his room to hook up to the big dog. This was the big test, to see if he could actually be able to see and hear through Rex's senses at any time. He lay down on the bed and tried to focus, to be in the same relaxed trance he'd had last night. Taking a deep breath, Billy closed his eyes and willed himself back into the Shepherd's brain. The stunned freshman nearly yelled out loud when his vision flashed and flickered, then integrated into a grayscale view of the Phillips' recreation room. He had a moment of vertigo and disorientation, wondering why the room was so distorted, and then understood that his point of view was very close to the carpet: the Shepherd was lying down, watching Amber as she flipped through channels of the satellite dish. His vision steadied, and he was inside Rex's head, seeing and hearing the Shepherd's perception of Amber's rec room. "Smell a lot better now, good dog," Amber said with a giggle, "now you smell furry and good, instead of like a big old stinky mutt. I, on the other hand," she ontinued, "still smell like a wet dog even though my clothes are dry. This smelly top has got to go, right now." Billy stared in stunned delight as the girl stood up and peeled the tank top off over her head, exposing her fabulous round breasts to his admiring look. "Holy shit," he whispered to himself, "this is fucking unbelievable, look at those sweet tits. Of course," he murmured in satisfaction, "she doesn't know I'm here, I mean I'm there, she wouldn't think twice about undressing in front of her dog. Oh Jesus, I never even imagined it would be this good, this is worth getting hit by lightning." He gaped in amazement as Amber unsnapped and unzipped her cutoffs and wriggled the tight shorts down over her hips, kicking them next to the tank top and standing there in her panties. Billy could see the girl's bronze pubic bush clearly through the lacey crotch of her underwear; he gave a stifled laugh as Amber reached down and rubbed her hand briefly over her pussy, adjusting the crotch of her panties. 'You don't have to be quiet, dumbass,' he thought suddenly, 'she can't hear you, cause you're not really there, you're only inside her dog.' He swallowed hard as her firm ass swiveled when she walked back to the couch and sat down to watch television; he was glad Rex had so much interest in the girl, tracking her every move. Amber's full breasts bounced as she flopped down onto the couch, and he stared at her nipples while she picked up the remote unit and started flipping through the channels again. The girl's taut cheerleader body was even better than he'd ever imagined, lush curves and a flat belly, with sleek lean thighs and muscular calves from her gymnastics classes. Her long blonde hair spilled over her shoulders and fell in random curls onto her fantastic tits. Billy guessed Amber's chest must be about a 38, at least C or maybe D cup, firm solid tits standing out in globes without any sag at all; he watched her breasts sway as she reached for the glass of Coke on the end table and settled on watching Star Trek reruns on the Sci-Fi channel. Billy watched every move for nearly an hour before he got so hot he had to pull out of the Shepherd's head and go jack off in the bathroom. This is going to be one terrific summer,' he thought as he shot his load, remembering Amber's gorgeous body, 'I can plug in and visit her any time, see her coming out of the shower, watch her getting undressed, everything.' He hurried back to his room and laid down again, going back for another look. Rex opened his eyes as Billy heard bare feet padding down the hall and Amber walked into the room. She was still in her panties, but had put on a tee-shirt while he was gone, and Billy had a flash of disappointment when he realized he wouldn't be able to see her wonderful tits again. He realized there was still an up side, however, when he noticed two scents becoming stronger as she came into the room; one was obviously perfume, the other a rich and somehow musky aroma that he suddenly knew must be her sex. The Shepherd's nostrils flared and Billy could almost see waves of scent wafting from the blonde's crotch as she walked past Rex and sat on the couch. Of course, the stunned teenager told himself, a dog's nose is certainly sensitive enough to smell a woman, probably to tell one from another just by scent. He then suddenly understood what had been part of the complex of odors he couldn't recognize; though it was obviously familiar to the Shepherd, Billy had never smelled pussy before. The scent was rich and sweet, musky and pungent, a delicious smell, and he developed a whole new understanding of why dogs were notorious for sniffing at a woman's crotch. Billy's mouth was watering, and he swallowed hard as he had an instant vision of jamming his nose between Amber's thighs and breathing in the aroma of her sweet pussy. He was uncomfortably warm, and Billy realized that summer would often be a miserable season for someone wearing a heavy fur coat all the time. He felt a sudden itch on his side, and had the weird sensation of his left leg moving all wrong as the Shepherd quickly scratched the spot. Being four-legged made his arms feel funny, and for a moment Billy wondered if he would even be able to walk in the dog's body, but then reminded himself that he was only a passenger in Rex's head, he was eavesdropping on the Shepherd's senses, not actually being the dog. At least, he thought so until Amber got up and walked out of the room; as the girl moved out of Rex's line of vision, Billy turned his head automatically to watch her; to his amazement, the Shepherd's head turned, tracking the blonde out of the room. 'It was just coincidence', he thought, 'he turned to watch her leave at the same time I thought about it, that's all.' It still seemed a little bit freaky to him, and then he got a worse shock when the Stargate episode ended. Billy was a severe commercial junkie and he could watch some TV ads over and over again. He thought the Subway commercials about thunder thighs and big butts were just totally hysterical, and one started up as soon as the Stargate credits cut off. As soon as Billy had the urge to see the television, Rex turned his head toward the screen. He was stunned and amazed, couldn't believe it for a second, but there was no doubt about it, somehow his thought had affected the Shepherd's behavior. He turned his head the other way, to look away from the TV, and Rex's vision tracked to the opposite end of the Phillips' recreation room. Billy swallowed hard, closed his eyes and mentally flipped the cutoff switch and sat up shaking in his bed. Even though he'd just seen it happen, he still couldn't believe what he'd just been part of; how could what he wanted have any affect on the Shepherd's behavior? His thoughts were racing so crazily, he had to re-play the whole episode two or three times in his mind before he got a handle on things. The lightning bolt had given Billy a whole lot more than he'd realized. He'd thought it was a one-way setup, input somehow coming from the animal to his mind; but now, it seemed, the more he worked it, it was starting to somehow go the other way, feeding input from his thoughts back to the dog. There was a lot of stuff about this brain-exchange that he couldn't understand yet, but the bottom line was clear. Somehow, whatever the contact was, it picked up waves or something from his brain and beamed that into the dog's nervous system, where it affected the animal's behavior. If he didn't focus on something, the dog wasn't affected and Billy was a kind of passenger in the Shepherd's head, but when Billy's thoughts were specific, he could influence or partly control Rex's actions. It sounded like the best kind of deal; like if Rex was running, Billy wouldn't have to work the dog's legs to make it run, but he could get the Shepherd to change directions, go where Billy wanted to go. The horny freshman had a sudden flashback, remembering wanting to shove the dog's muzzle into Amber's snatch, and realized he might actually be able to do it, be inside the dog, sniffing at that fine blonde pussy. Billy licked his lips and settled back on the bed, reaching out for another visit inside the lucky Shepherd's brain. Rex was following Amber up the stairs as Billy jacked in, and the dog licked his lips as he watched the girl's incredible tight ass swiveling up the steps in front of him. He could see the cleft of her ass cheeks clearly through the near-transparent panties, and the delicious smell of her pussy made his mouth water as he trotted down the hall behind her. The Shepherd's tongue lapped around his muzzle, and Billy suddenly realized that his reaction was causing the dog to drool. It felt weird and clumsy inside the Shepherd's body, and Billy tried not to get caught up with the sensations of his arms being Rex's legs. He was okay until they started into Amber's bedroom, but then he paid too much attention to the walking thing, and Rex stumbled and nearly fell through the doorway. Billy closed his eyes as the dog lurched and scrambled to regain his balance while Amber looked back with a laugh. "What the hell, Rexie, can't work the feet tonight, big dog?" the blonde taunted with a giggle, "you'll never catch the bunnies if you can't do better than that, sweetheart, you're not even chewing any gum. Maybe you better lie down and rest, goofus, while I go get a shower." Billy's ears perked up as he realized Amber was going to get undressed, and he sat watching with tense anticipation as the girl began to strip. Amber peeled the tee-shirt up over her head, and he gasped as her fabulous tits were exposed; he stared in stunned amazement while she reached up and massaged her full breasts with both hands, fondling her nipples until they stood up in peaks on her chest. She had a two-tone tan, and he realized that she got naked when she went to the tanning salon, but had slightly lighter bikini lines from sunbathing by the pool in her back yard. Billy thought he'd stroke out when she rolled her panties down over her hips, dropped them down around her ankles, and he saw real live pussy for the first time in his life. Her pubic hair was a narrow strip of bronze curls running down to her slit, and he knew that she must keep it shaved to get that Mohawk effect. The rich musky scent of her sex grew stronger with her pussy exposed, and the Shepherd's nostrils flared as Billy sniffed eagerly at the sweet aroma. Rex lapped at his muzzle once more, and Billy knew that his arousal was making the dog drool again. Amber turned and looked at him with a curious expression, and he realized Rex was panting & whining softly as Billy stared at the girl's gorgeous body. She burst into a giggle and pointed at him, and Billy suddenly knew that his own hardon had given the big dog an erection. "Why Rexie, you dirty dog," the blonde whispered, "what are you doing, sniffing around and getting a boner like that? You bad dog," she continued, walking over to him, "that's for me, isn't it, you smell my pussy and you're getting a hardon, you silly thing." Billy whined eagerly as the scent of her sex got stronger; he thought he might pass out when she squatted down in front of the Shepherd, her knees wide and her pussy spread before Rex's eyes. "Well I'm real flattered, big dog," Amber said teasingly, scratching the Shepherd affectionately between the ears, "and I must say, that's quite an amazing boner, Jesus, I never noticed how well hung my big stud really is. My God," she added with a giggle, "it's like a porno Little Red Riding Hood: 'Oh, Grandma, what a big cock you have.' Eat your heart out, you bad boy," she concluded, standing up abruptly, "there's nothing here for you, Mama keeps telling us not to give it up till we're married. So no nookie until you can produce a wedding ring, get it? I'll go take a shower and you calm down, bad dog; maybe you should go take a cold shower instead of me..." Billy could feel the dog's erection throbbing while he watched Amber's perfect ass as she walked out of the room. He heard the bathroom door close and the shower turn on as he got the Shepherd to his feet and walked clumsily over to Amber's bed. He shoved his nose into the blonde's panties and sucked in the scent of her snatch, panting and drooling. Billy lay down with the panties between his front paws and gave an experimental lick at the scrap of nylon; he gave a sudden yelp of delight when the taste of Amber's pussy flooded the Shepherd's tongue. The smell and taste of the girl's snatch was thrilling, and he began lapping eagerly at the crotch of her panties, overwhelmed by the sensations pouring in from the big dog's nose and tongue. Billy was so engrossed in licking and chewing the panties that he didn't hear a thing until the girl stepped back into the room and dropped her towel with a scream. Amber couldn't believe her eyes when she walked into her bedroom and found Rex lapping at the crotch of her panties; she screamed and dropped the towel as she snatched them away from the big dog. Her underwear was shredded and soaking with dog drool, and the Shepherd whined imploringly as she jerked the panties from between his paws. The blonde saw that the big dog still had an enormous hard-on as he scrambled to his feet and stood staring at her with guilty excitement. "Bad dog, Rex, you're a bad dog," she exclaimed angrily, shaking the panties in front of the Shepherd's nose, "you chewed them up, you dumb fuck, they're ruined, you ate my panties, you bastard. Bad dog, bad dog, that's gross," she said, slapping him across the nose with her ruined underwear, "you're a nasty horny asshole, Rex." Billy hung his head as Amber scolded Rex, thinking it was a good thing she couldn't see him smiling while she was reading the poor Shepherd the riot act. He could still taste her pussy on the dog's tongue, and he knew that with three women in the house to choose from, poor Rexie would be taking the blame for a lot of chewed up underwear. He licked his chops and laughed out loud in his room when Amber slapped Rex's muzzle with her shredded panties again as Billy sniffed at her freshly- washed pussy and stuck the dog's tongue out. "Oooh, you disgusting fucker," Amber yelled when slaver dripped slowly from the Shepherd's muzzle, "I can't believe you, you're acting just like every guy I ever met, you bad dog. God, males are all alike, you're as much of a jerk as the assholes at school, Rex. Don't even think about it, you shit, you're not getting near me with that big dick, you'd probably start humping my leg or something, you horny fuck. Get out of here, dumb-ass," she concluded, shoving the Shepherd toward the door, "you can just go lick yourself or something, shit-head, you're not staying in here if you're gonna act like that. Go, Rex, go on, get out, you're a bad bad dog." She slammed the door behind him as Billy slunk slowly out of the room, and tossed her soaked and shredded panties in the trash with a groan of disgust. Billy scratched once at her door with a begging whine, and then opened his eyes and sat up as Rex trotted down the hall. "Oh, man, this is too much, it's just too fucking cool," he said as he climbed off the bed, "this is utterly unbelievable, God, her tits, her pussy, this is great." He closed his eyes, unzipped his jeans and started jerking off, visualizing Amber's fabulous tits and ass, savoring the taste of her panties as he stroked himself. "Go ahead, Amber, get some rest," he said, "maybe I'll check back in on you later, or maybe we'll see if your sister's still up. Yeah, get some sleep, and you can dream about the big dog's dick, sweetheart," he whispered, "you just don't have any idea what Rexie's gonna want from you, baby, believe me." Continued in chapter 2... ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 59