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Dogsmith
by Rache (rache696@yahoo.com)

***

Lisa wants to join a sorority and all she has to do is 
complete one last challenge; to get one of her sorority 
sisters laid. But that could be harder than it sounds, 
especially since the girl in question is a 3 year old 
black lab named Sophie. (F/dog, M/dog, FF, beast, rom, 
toys) 

***

"I don't know Daddy; I'm just not sure if I have what it 
takes," I sighed and listened to my father. Two thousand 
miles doesn't seem as far on the telephone, but when you 
hang up it seems like... forever. That's why I was still 
trying to explain my reluctance to join a sorority. If 
he'd been there, facing me, this conversation would have 
been over long ago.

"I know, I know... Meet people, it's not who you are 
it's who you know... yayaya, Daddy, I know what you're 
saying." He hates it when I say that.

It's not who you know, it's who you blow; isn't that 
what you really mean Daddy? I was dying to say it, just 
to get some real attention. This sorority thing was just 
an excuse for our weekly Father-Daughter quality time. 
On the telephone. Right.

I watched the TV out of the corner of my eye. I found 
myself wishing Big Bird was on, and then it would have 
been just... Perfect. Like I'd never even left.

Later, after I'd long forgotten my conversation with 
Daddy, I had another one.

"I don't know Susan, I'm just not sure I have what it 
takes, ya know?" I sighed with a strange sense of deja 
vu and listened to my roommate yell at me from the 
bathroom. Her voice echoed down the short hallway into 
the kitchen and made me wince.

"What? What do you mean? Of course you have what it 
takes! God! Don't be so dense!"

I looked at my salad and dropped my fork into it, 
pushing it away. I wasn't hungry anymore.

"Look," she said, padding across the carpet with her wet 
feet, knotting one of my towels between her breasts. 
"You're almost in anyway, right? I mean you have like 
one thing left to do and that's it, you're home free!"

She tilted her head to one side and gave me a funny 
crooked smile while she rubbed stiff fingers back and 
forth through her short black hair, separating the wet 
strands and giving it a puffy spiky kind of look before 
combing it straight back. Susan was a junior and a 
member of the sorority. She was also my sponsor, which 
was why we roomed together. Once I'd accepted the 
invitation to apply, my campus housing assignment had 
suddenly changed. I wondered if I failed the final test, 
if I'd be moving again.

"Yeah," I reluctantly agreed, "one thing left and I'm 
home free."

Susan was going out, mercifully. I loved her like a 
sister, I guess. My own sister, Erin, was a total bitch 
and she'd run off with a guy named Coors on the back of 
his motorcycle when she was seventeen. When we were both 
seventeen. Daddy sometimes confused us, calling me Erin 
when he was really angry...like Lisa would never do that 
to him. Of course, that would set me off...if I wasn't 
already. Bad enough being twins, but didn't it ever 
stop?

I sat down in the soft glow of the television, turning 
the sound all the way down so that all I could hear was 
the drip of the faucet in the kitchen. Like a metronome 
keeping the beat, keeping me company. I rolled my eyes. 
If I started talking to the sink I was going to lose it. 
I picked up the little piece of parchment...literally.

Sorority games; I shook my head.

It was rolled up and tied with a red bow. It had even 
been sealed with wax and imprinted with the compass and 
scales of the Phi Lambda's, as if someone might want to 
steal their secrets. The writing was hand lettered and 
even beautiful, I thought in abstract. I wasn't quite 
ready to give them too much credit. What was I 
resisting, I wondered? A sorority was a good thing, 
right? Meet other women, foster friendship and contacts 
for success later. We were all business majors, all of 
us struggling with the knowledge that we were preparing 
for a male dominated world that really didn't want us in 
it.

Was that it? Second thoughts and self doubts; Lord knows 
I'd considered switching to journalism often enough. It 
wasn't too late. Or...I looked at the parchment, 
unrolling it. Maybe it was this final little thing that 
was bothering me.

"To our most beloved pledge-sister Lisa..."

You know you're in trouble when someone calls you most 
beloved anything. In this case, disguised within the 
prose of whereas and wherefore and to wit lay the real 
challenge...

"...Thus have thee been charged, pledge-sister Lisa, to 
discover and deliver upon our most noble traditions 
suitable companionship and comfort to the passions of 
our dearest Sophie..."

Sophie was a dog.

"...Above all knowest thee, our Pledge-Sister, that 
lovely Sophie, being a soul of such sweet countenance 
and fervent grace that mortal staffs should ne'er deign 
her petal bruise..."

Blah Blah Blah

"...Tis a mighty fount of youthful vigor required to 
quench the fires of her deepest thirst..."

Uh-huh

"...Know ye that only such a staff as might a Grecian 
God posses shall entertain thy holy endeavor; let him be 
known to precious Sophie from Beginning unto End..."

Subtle huh? It went on for awhile like that, believe me.

It was signed by the President-Sister of the sorority, 
who had deigned to pen, in her very own crimson ink... 
there at the bottom... "This means get her laid by an 
Alpha Omega!"

As if I couldn't figure that much out.

I scratched my head anyway, just because it felt good. 
Our sorority mascot, our precious, thirsty, delicate 
Sophie, was a 5 year old Black Lab. At the nearby school 
for boys, Winchester Academy, our sometimes rivals, 
sometimes partners in all inter-school activities, were 
the Alpha Omega's. Somehow I needed to get one of those 
young men, the cream of our nation's Ivy League 
preparatory school youth, to...

I shook my head, not really wanting to believe it.

...to have sex, intercourse from beginning to end, with 
Sophie. I glanced at her, sleeping on the corduroy 
covered bean bag chair that she came with. Yeah. That's 
right...she'd been entrusted to me. What would I say to 
a guy? How drunk would he have to be? I mean I could 
probably set up something over the phone, guys were 
guys, right?

I tried to think of her as... well... as... "She's... a 
short girl. Sort of... likable. Very friendly." I 
frowned, not liking the way it sounded at all. "She's 
dark, with brown eyes...deep brown eyes! And, um 
she's... Very oral!" I said it sexy, like "Mmmmm, she 
swallows!"

And then I laughed. This wasn't going to work.

I could lie, you're thinking. But no, I had a camcorder 
too; I had to get it on film for the archives. Not to 
mention a roomful of drunken cheering college coeds 
watching some drunken college guy fucking their dog. 
Some of them no doubt would be hoping that that 
particular Grecian God would become someone important so 
they could blackmail him later. It's not who you know, 
it's you blow. Thanks Daddy.

Did I want to have what it takes?

I only had a week too. The initiation was happening on 
the next full moon. Journalism...sounded better and 
better. I fell asleep holding my brochure for Columbia, 
dreaming of interviewing the Red Hot Chili Peppers in 
the shower after a concert. It was so hot and wet in 
there!

=-=-=

"Hey...Lisa...Wake up..."

I opened my eyes expecting to see Flea stroking his 
huge...Dildo?

"You didn't play with Sophie did you?" Susan was shaking 
her head. "You have to do it or she's going to get 
moody!"

"Huh?" I rubbed my eyes and sat up, only to have that 
big strap-on doggy toy shoved in my lap. "What time is 
it?"

"It's time for you to play with Sophie, come on!" Susan 
tugged my arms and I swear, if she hadn't been my best 
friend for 2000 miles I'd have... "Yeah, okay," I 
sighed.

This wasn't so bad anyway and I did have a pleasant 
little warmth down in my tummy from that dream. I picked 
up the dildo, 8" of flesh like space-age rubber stuff 
shaped like a human penis.

"Are you sure you don't want to join us?" I looked at 
Susan and she shook her head with a wry smile.

"Honestly, Lisa, you're such a dyke!"

"No I'm not. I'm just horny!" I stood up and stretched, 
taking off my oversized t-shirt and pulling down my 
panties. "Besides...you're the one who seduced me, 
remember?"

"Well, not tonight, It's Sophie's turn."

I nodded. It was useless arguing with Susan anyway. I'd 
been losing arguments all my life and she knew it. I'd 
never been with a girl until I got invited to join the 
sorority. Our first challenge as pledges had been to 
submit to the pleasures of Sapphic love. It's not who 
you know...

"Here Sophie!" I whistled, holding up the dildo and she 
lifted her head, opening her mouth so that long rough 
pink tongue lolled out. Of course our submission to 
Sapphic love had started with Sophie...I sighed and felt 
my pussy tingle as the dog licked her lips and jumped 
off her chair.

She knew what she wanted. The term for it is flagging 
and Sophie was flagging me. Moving around me playfully 
while I tried to strap the dildo around my waist. There 
was a little teaser that slipped right inside my lips, 
not much, but it rubbed the clit just right...I was 
getting perfect while Sophie held her tail high and 
started rubbing her ass against my thigh. That dog was 
insatiable! But what could you expect being the mascot 
to over two dozen college girls?

I reached down to tease her, whispering to her gently 
while Susan sat down in the chair I had just vacated to 
watch. I knew she'd masturbate and eventually use my 
mouth, or maybe Sophie's to get off on, but I didn't 
mind. I'd be getting off too in a moment. I rubbed the 
soft tulip shaped vulva of Sophie's sex. It was soft and 
warm and I was glad to find she'd even started getting 
slightly wet. She didn't always and sometimes we needed 
to use a little doggie lube. I fingered her little hole 
gently, being careful because even though my nails were 
short, dog vaginas are pretty tender!

"Hurry up, Lisa!" Susan had slipped her panties off and 
I could see her rubbing her slit slowly, although I 
don't know if it was to tease me, or to tease herself.

"I have to get her ready!" I retorted and smiled as my 
long middle finger slipped right up inside Sophie and I 
wriggled it around, making her give soft little growls 
that meant she liked it.

"See!" Susan's voice took an 'I told ya so' tone. 
"Sophie needs it. Don't you baby?" She smiled at the dog 
and I obediently pulled my finger slowly out, shiny with 
Sophie's juices.

I put it to my mouth and licked it clean. I'm not a real 
lesbian, like I said. I mean girls taste okay, but it 
doesn't trip my trigger. But Sophie, Mmmm, I don't know 
what it is with her and sometimes I wondered if all dogs 
tasted like that. It was like, faintly sour milk. With a 
little brown sugar in it, just to take off the edge. It 
doesn't sound good, I know. But believe me, it isn't bad 
at all!

I savored it and then let a little saliva run from my 
mouth down to my fingers, so I could work it around the 
cock. I know she was probably wet enough, but I wanted 
to make sure. She didn't mind at all when I got on my 
knees behind her, pulling her a little so I could get 
the right angle. Sophie is a large dog, not huge or 
anything, but a couple feet at the shoulders and hips 
and maybe 75lbs or so. But she didn't protest when I 
grabbed her by the thighs, holding her and talking to 
her.

Weird thing about dogs is their pussies just seem to go 
straight up, at least Sophie's does. I positioned the 
head of my fake cock at her little hole and pushed 
upward, more than straight inward, letting the rubber 
adjust to the right angle. Sophie loved that! She 
wriggled and growled and turned her head, panting and 
even her tail was wagging, but not very much. I slid 
into her slowly until she had it all and then she gave 
me a look like 'Is that all you got?' and I laughed 
despite myself.

I rocked in and out of her slowly, feeling that little 
push against my own sex, that sweet rub over my clit and 
it was good! I tell you, it was nice! Now, I don't know 
for sure if Sophie can really cum on that strap-on. The 
girls had been training her with it since she was barely 
old enough to take it, but if she didn't cum...she could 
have fooled me! Her body starts shivering, her legs look 
like they're going to buckle and she really does grind! 
She grinds better than Susan does! I think it's because 
she wants the knot, really. She wants puppies, even 
though she isn't even in heat!

Silly dog!

And then my cum starts getting close and that's when I 
really have to hold her. I wrap my arms around Sophie's 
body and just push that fake cock inside her to the 
hilt. I love the way her fur feels on my boobs, spread 
over her back so her smooth furry backbone runs right 
between them. My nipples get hard and dark and burning 
while we grind. Her tail rubbing across the fire in my 
belly, teasing me delightfully! Oh fuck yeah! I love 
grinding with Sophie!

After a couple nice ones I was glowing and that was when 
I felt Susan tugging at me, "My turn," she whispered and 
I pulled out of Sophie's soaking wet hole slowly, 
turning on my knees to push the dildo covered with doggy 
cum deep into Susan's waiting sex with one long push 
until our cunts were mashed together.

She pulled me close, my breasts found hers and I felt 
her tongue slipping into my mouth, exploring sensually 
while mine tickled across it. Susan wrapped her legs 
around my waist and we began our own sweet dance into 
pleasure, that shaft of imitation flesh connecting us 
while we fucked languidly.

Over time we found a little rhythm and that became a 
soft pounding, my hips moving back and forth, working 
the cock in and out of her until I was straining at it, 
arching my back and slamming inside the woman with her 
legs tense around me, urging me to fuck her harder until 
she could cum finally, her fingers on my back, digging 
into my hot flesh and making me cry out as my own orgasm 
swept through my rushing blood.

And then, breathless and smiling, our flushed and 
sweating bodies pressed together, she would stroke my 
hair and kiss me. "Sometimes," Susan whispered, "I wish 
I were a lesbian!" And we both giggled at that because 
right then, so did I!

=-=-=

The next day I figured I better get off my butt and do 
something. I started trying to think of plans. Like, 
hmmm... I could get some of that date rape drug. But 
would that work on a guy? I mean, if he went limp noodle 
I'd be out of luck and fifty bucks, since that was how 
much the geeks in the Winchester science lab were 
selling it for. One of them asked me if I wanted 
something to drink... Yikes!

Okay, none of that.

Well, blackmail. I'd get the goods on one of them and 
force him to do what I wanted. Yeah, and how likely was 
that? Anything I might get on one of those guys would 
probably be something he thought was worth bragging 
about!

And let's not forget, I didn't want to become known as 
the girl who was looking for someone to fuck her dog! 
That would be total humiliation! I had to play it low 
key, close to the vest, and still, find a way. What 
exactly was this preparing me for in life, I wondered? 
They should have asked my sister to join. I think Coors 
might have done Sophie, just because she had less than 
six legs. So far as I knew that was his only real 
criterion in a sex partner.

Well, that could be spite talking too.

"Hi!" a voice startled me out of my plans and I looked 
up annoyed. "You're Lisa Pavageau, aren't you?"

"Yeah," I said warily. I was sitting down by the dock 
house on the lake. I could see Winchester on the other 
side, the tall red brick buildings with pretty white 
trim. Somewhere over there.

"I'm Michael." He was still looking at me I dimly 
realized. "Michael Clary."

"Uh, okay." I smiled nicely, hoping he'd get the hint 
that I was busy!

"Can I, um, sit down?" He gestured at the empty spot 
next to me. An empty spot that went for 20 yards in 
every direction, actually.

I looked around anyway, like an idiot.

"Sure." I shrugged like it was a free country. I was 
regretting wearing my navy blue skirt. It was too short 
for me and as I sat there I had the suspicion that 
Michael Clary was getting an eyeful. The wind was 
stirring too, blowing my long blonde hair into my soft 
blue eyes and I hated brushing it away, because I knew 
how flirtatious that could look. But it was annoying!

"I'm a pledge too." He smiled, almost touching my left 
boob with his finger.

I jerked away and stared at him. My breasts were nice 
and I admit my nipples were showing a little, but jeez! 
I was about to introduce him to the hand when I realized 
he'd been pointing at my sorority pledge badge I had 
pinned to my blouse. It was just a little thing, gold 
and silver and bearing the sorority seal. I had to wear 
it at all times or else the Earth would stop spinning.

"Uh, sorry," He said sheepishly and I blushed a little, 
realizing I was turning into my sister.

"No, it's okay. I was um, just a little preoccupied." I 
gave him a reassuring smile and pulled my hair back, 
holding it finally and trying to pretend I wasn't by 
leaning my head against my hand. I had my elbow on my 
knee and I was afraid to look down, just knowing the 
white cotton of my panties were plain as day.

Michael started looking down and I spoke up quickly!

"So, uh, what fraternity are you pledged to?"

"Oh!" He smiled at my interest. "The Alpha Omega's," he 
said. "They're great. And um, well... I saw you and I 
thought, you know, we're like... brothers and sisters."

"Yeah!" I smiled back. Light bulbs were going off in my 
head.

I looked at the guy closer. He was sort of geeky, but 
cute geeky. Thin and tall, maybe six feet or so. He had 
brown hair and hazel eyes I think, flecked with green. 
Or maybe the other way around. He wasn't exactly 
handsome, but cute I suppose. And geeky. I was probably 
a little out of his league. Tall leggy blonde me, ripe 
firm breasts, tight round ass, decidedly beautiful. I 
started wondering just how far a guy like Michael would 
go to get a shot at a girl like me.

I glanced at him and he was tying his shoe lace, or 
trying to...He had his nose so far up my skirt I was 
surprised he could find his feet.

"Need help?" I offered and spread my legs a little more.

=-=-=

"What are you doing?" Susan asked me later as I stood in 
front of my little closet naked, looking through the 
hangers.

"I'm going out tonight," I said without turning.

"Really?"

Susan sat down on my bed and then I did turn around, 
holding up a rather small red dress. It had spaghetti 
straps and it barely covered my ass. I'd worn it once, 
just to get the grade in my English class that I'd 
needed. I thought of it as my lucky dress.

"I thought you weren't going to see anyone because you 
have that boyfriend at Harvard."

I nodded. "Yeah I do, but what he doesn't know won't 
hurt him," I shrugged. "Besides this isn't really a 
date." I started putting on the dress, letting it mold 
itself to my body, clinging in just the right places.

Susan snorted. "That's some serious artillery for not 
really a date." I thought she looked a little envious. 
Her ass would have never fit into it.

"This old thing?" I made a face. "This is just bait. I'm 
seeing a guy from the Alpha Omega's and..."

"Ohhhh..." Susan laughed as the gears clicked. "I was 
wondering when you were going to take care of that. Are 
you taking Sophie along?"

"Hmmm..." I hadn't really thought about it. "I was 
thinking about just bringing him back here. I don't 
know, what do you think?"

"Well, there isn't a lot of room here," Susan shrugged. 
"I'm taking off for the weekend anyway, so it's up to 
you. But if they make a mess, you have to clean it up!"

"Yeah yeah." I rolled my eyes.

I'd just be glad when it was over with. I'd go out with 
Michael, tease him a little, get him all hot and stiff 
and bring him back to my place so we could be alone and 
then, just as he was about to sample the goods...I 
adjusted my big round tits, pinching my nipples through 
the fabric so they got nice and hard, then I'd introduce 
him to Sophie!

It was perfect!

=-=-=

"I want to be a writer." Michael was telling me, and 
believe it or not, I was listening. I'd found myself 
quite charmed by this man, this person who had seemed 
so... geekish! It seemed he was anything but and it was 
frightening.

"A writer?" I smiled and shifted in the front seat of 
his car. We were parked at what passed for the local 
lover's lane, a small stretch of gravel along the 
lakefront not far from our schools.

"Yeah." He nodded. "I... well... I came here, to 
Winchester, trying to live up to expectations. My Dad 
went here, my grandfather." He shook his head. "They're 
big on the fraternity thing, but..."

"Sounds familiar." I rolled my eyes. "Anyway, what do 
you write?"

"Oh, everything!" Michael laughed. "Whatever I can think 
of... stories, plays. Poems, uh... prose..."

"Poems?" I smiled at him in the dim glow of the moon far 
off. "Tell me one."

"Oh no, I can't... I don't remember any," he protested 
softly.

"Ohhhh!" I gave him a look. "You can't bring me out here 
and tell me you write poetry and not tell me one!" I 
giggled. "That is so wrong!"

"I uh, well... I wrote something a month ago and I..." 
He swallowed hard. "I've been trying to memorize it in 
case, uh..."

"In case you got some girl out here alone?" I laughed at 
him.

"No!" He shook his head and looked away, playing shy. 
"Not just some girl, I mean. I wrote it for... you." And 
he looked at me.

"You didn't even know me a month ago!" I waved my hand 
at him.

"No, but I saw you and," Michael sighed. "I saw you..." 
his voice was soft.

"Okay," I was talking softly now too. "What uh...what is 
it?"

"It's sort of... mmmm.... well... you promise you won't 
get mad, Lisa?"

I laughed again. "No!" I stared at him, but my mood was 
playful. "Of course I can't promise!"

Michael nodded. "Okay well... Can you, um... close your 
eyes?"

"Why?"

"Because." He laughed nervously. "I'm going to close 
mine."

I smiled then, not like before, but tenderly and I felt 
my heart thumping a little. It was... nice. "Okay." I 
whispered and I did close my eyes, but I took Michael's 
hand in mine and we sat there for a moment before he 
spoke. Softly at first, and then a little louder, more 
animated as he gained confidence.

I felt myself floating... someplace. Away.

"You must know that I dream of you. You must know how 
you make me feel, how full of desire, of bare lust. The 
need to have you. To possess you. It tears at my mind 
and rends my heart without mercy!!

"I gaze upon you every night, as though through a shadow 
dancing in the light of a single candle. I have 
undressed you a thousand times, caressed you, whipped 
you...Loved you.

"My eyes grow dim to remember the dreams. Like soft 
tendrils of moonlight seeping through cracks in the sky. 
Or violent, jagged flashes; thunder rolling across the 
night. In the center of the storm are we, lovers of a 
nature tossed in passion's fury!

"When all is calm and gentle is our touch, I feel your 
tears upon my flesh. We move together, each kiss a 
moment freed. The dreams which bind us to our hearts 
unleashed, untamed by mortal hand. In moonlit pools we 
join, drinking our desire, letting its urgency course 
through our veins.

"I want you!! Tender touch aroused to desperation. The 
teeth upon my lips, the nails dragged across my back. 
Hands which a moment more would bring a moan of pleasure 
dig deep into your hips. Pulling you hard against me, 
impaling, thrusting, seeking the depths of love denied.

"Tilt your head to heaven with eyes open, seek you there 
the face of God. Let him see the rapture in my arms. 
Feel my manhood, swollen in your womb, the rush of it 
stabbing deep. Lift yourself; grip me tightly with your 
sex, your legs around me, pulling me, holding me. Feel 
your nipples hard against my chest, my breath ragged in 
your ear.

"Move your arms around my neck and run your fingers 
through my hair, along my spin. Stabbing me, clawing me. 
Let your hands become your need; let them release your 
pain. Give it to me, all of it! Moan softly against the 
velvet crush of night, silent as it watches. Love the 
night; speak to it with a beating heart and jealous 
sigh."

We sat there not saying anything and I felt like I'd 
just had sex with the man. It is a strange, heady 
sensation...Michael's words had been...juvenile perhaps, 
in places. Overdone and saccharine, but for all that, it 
was the sound of his voice that gave them 
something...life. Emotion. It was an expression I 
suddenly understood.

"Come here," I whispered and I pulled him to me, seeking 
his lips with mine and we kissed for a long time.

"Do you want..."

"How about if we..."

We were both talking at the same time and as soon as we 
realized it we stopped and looked at each other 
expectantly.

"Go ahead," Michael smiled.

"No, you say what you were going to," I answered.

"Uh..." He blinked at me. "I was um, I was wondering if 
you wanted to uh... come..."

"Cum?" I lowered my chin and stared at him.

"Uh yeah, come to my err, room... If you want," Michael 
said and cleared his throat a little. "I mean."

"Oh." I giggled. "I thought you meant..." I shook my 
head, "never mind."

We sat there for ten seconds before I realized he was 
waiting for an answer.

"Uh, sure. Okay." I nodded, thinking I should have said 
no and then kissed some more and then after that invited 
him back to my place. That would have been the perfect 
plan. Infallible. But I was sorta still thinking about 
his poem and...I was slow, what can I say?

"Great, okay." He seemed pretty eager, as well he might 
be considering he'd had his tongue wrapped around my 
tonsils, but I hadn't complained either.

I just had to remember not to fuck him. Michael didn't 
seem like the hit it and quit it type, and he'd knocked 
my socks off with his romantic sincerity, but now that 
we were going to his place I was getting some of my 
sensibility back. I just needed him hungry, I told 
myself, hungry and hot and willing to fuck a dog if he 
couldn't have me. We could get married later.

=-=-=

"Wow. Okay, nice place," I said, stepping into Michael's 
dorm room at Winchester. It was actually pretty average 
looking, but that would have been impolite.

I looked around while he turned on the soft light by his 
bed, the soft radio by his computer, and picked up all 
his dirty clothes. There was the bed, the desk, the 
bookcase, the dog, the television, the...

I stared at the dog. It was kind of a big one, brown and 
white and sitting on a bean bag chair like he owned the 
place and staring at me like, well, like he owned me. He 
was definitely a he too, I could tell by the big penis 
sheathed in fur and the large pinkish balls hanging just 
behind it. He was getting up and coming over to say 
hello.

"Uh...nice doggy." I swallowed hard. "Good doggy, good 
boy." And I backed up a little because he was even 
bigger than Sophie, whom I'd thought was about as big as 
a civilized dog should get.

"Is he, uh... civilized?" I asked Michael, who had been 
out of the room doing laundry or something. At least 
he'd come back empty handed.

"Oh, hey yeah, that's Einstein, we just call him Stein 
for short." Michael smiled at me. "He just wants to say 
hi."

"You named a dog Einstein?" I stared at Michael for a 
second wondering if the Geek Richter Scale really went 
up that high, or if we had to convert it to a useable 
number. Nobody was gonna believe this.

"Well, I didn't!" He laughed.

The dog was sniffing at me, thrusting his huge snout 
right up into my crotch, ignoring the hand I'd held out 
so bravely.

"Whoa...Good doggy!" I jumped back a little.

"He can smell fear," Michael shrugged, like that was 
helpful. My mood was rapidly becoming just another 
memory.

"I can smell lust," I said, staring at the dripping wet 
pink tip of the animal's penis as it slid from its 
sheath.

"Uh, oh... Come on, Stein, be nice..." Michael tried 
grabbing the dog by the collar and tugging him back, but 
I think the beast weighed as much as his namesake. 
Probably more. "He must smell something on you, or 
something... uh, do you have bacon in your pockets or 
something?"

The dog was backing me up to the bed.

"No!" I snorted. "I don't have pockets."

"Oh." He had the dog in a hammerlock, but Stein didn't 
really notice.

"Ooops!" I tripped as I bumped into the bed and my knees 
bent and I flopped backwards into what turned out to be 
a rather soft landing. I was flat on my back on 
Michael's bed and Einstein shoved his nose 12" up my 
skirt, so that I could actually feel him sniffing at my 
panties.

"He likes you," Michael said helpfully.

"No shit," I breathed trying to push the animal's head 
out from under my skirt. "Do something!" I finally 
yelled.

"I'm trying, ummm... maybe he just wants to sniff you a 
little," Michael said, "Then he'll get bored or 
something."

"Uh, is his cock still dripping?" I asked sarcastically, 
already knowing the answer cause I could feel it like an 
open faucet on my left thigh. Einstein had his paws on 
the bed now, on either side of my body and his tongue 
was licking at my skin like warm wet sandpaper. It sorta 
felt kind of good.

"Yeah, it's uh... well... it's dripping," Michael 
agreed.

"Then he's not gonna get bored," I said sarcastically.

The dog was ruining my dress and more than that he was 
exciting me a little. This was more what I liked in a 
guy, big and strong and more than willing to let me know 
he found me attractive. Not the sort of man to take no 
from an answer and not the slightest bit intimidated by 
my pretty face or centerfold body. Very much the 
opposite of someone like Michael, although he'd 
obviously struck a pretty good nerve earlier.

The problem was this was a dog.

Still... He was warm and heavy, his fur feeling very 
nice against my bare thighs, reminding me of Sophie when 
I'd sprawl across her back and grind with her. That 
association actually made me a little greasy down there 
under my thong, or it could have been Stein's tongue 
too. A good 8 inches of it, licking me like I was an 
all-day sucker and he wanted to make it last. I was 
getting turned on despite my initial fear and I 
swallowed nervously as I realized my body was slipping 
into autopilot.

I already had my arms around his neck, actually trying 
to pull him closer, if that was possible. And my legs 
were spreading around his hips, lifting up as if I might 
hug the beast that way too. I felt my heart beating 
faster, excitement and pleasure coursing through my 
dilated veins, feeding my suddenly blooming desire. It 
was like a switch had been thrown, and that part of me 
that was rational and restrained by good judgement and 
modest character, well, it was just a spectator now and 
the show was gonna be a good one.

"Mmmm, good doggy," I breathed, stroking Stein's fur as 
he licked my tropical sex through the thin lace of my 
thong.

"Ahhh... are you um... okay, Lisa?" Michael asked me.

"Shut up and read me some poetry," I sighed, reaching 
down to tear at my panties. My dress was already bunched 
up around my hips.

"What... oh, uh... sure..." he nodded. "Hold on a 
sec..."

Uh, fuck yes, nice fuckin' doggy," I groaned as 
Einstein's wide flat tongue suddenly found my bared sex. 
It ran from my tight little anus up along and between my 
swollen labia, ending with a long soft scrape across my 
throbbing clit. It was devastating and he did it a dozen 
times while Michael read me one of his poems.

"Til death do I,
and unto death,
Breathe thy name
with my last breath.
Love,
Of all my sins,
Denies me absolution
And so the dance begins.
Desperation longing
And I in desperate sight
Offer thee my life,
As if the taking might.
Bring solace to my heart,
Give strength to my resolve,
Take pity on my passion
And with tenderness absolve;
This love from out my grasp,
This pain from out my soul
With only death returned
To fill the empty hole."

"Ohhh god yes, fill my empty hole... Oh shit!" I was 
shivering with a small orgasm, actually several of them, 
one right after another until I thought I must have died 
and gone to heaven. An eternity of this was too good for 
heaven though. Maybe it was hell, I didn't care. I was 
cumming hard.

"Jeeze!" Michael breathed and I sensed more than saw him 
staring at me. I felt like I was on the world's best 
ecstasy high and I tried to focus my eyes on the man, 
wondering vaguely if he'd slipped something in my drink, 
except we hadn't drank anything really.

"I thought it would be a lot harder than this," he was 
saying.

"What?" I breathed. "What did you... uhhh... say?" I was 
trying to get the dog off my clit; it was becoming way 
too sensitive after 10 minutes of constant attention. At 
least 10 minute's of Stein's attention, which was 
probably equal to 2 hours of the best head I'd ever 
gotten from a guy.

"Well, uh...see, I was supposed to get Einstein uh... 
well, laid, see? And..." He was fiddling with something 
and I was finally getting Stein's tongue on my tits.

My nipples were solid, long and hard and I yanked the 
front of my dress down, not caring if I stretched it 
hopelessly out of shape ot not. My nipples were on fire 
and the only thing that was going to help was that dog's 
miraculous tongue. He was well trained, I'd give him 
that, Stein went to town, licking my flushed sweat 
flavored skin as if it were his one and only purpose in 
life.

"Wha...What?" I gasped, clutching the dog to me as I 
wrapped my legs around his back. I could feel the heat 
from his cock between my thigh, the tip resting on my 
pubis, just above my slit.

"There!" Michael sounded happy. "Oh, uh, see I have to 
do a challenge thing, for my initiation and um, well, I 
had to get a Lambda Phi girl to, uh... have sex with 
Stein."

Michael giggled while I tried to understand, but just 
about then I was thinking penis. I wanted it, my pussy 
was trembling inside, all empty and hungry and desperate 
to be filled. I was reaching down for it, feeling for 
the first time the true size of Einstein's prick and it 
was huge! Bigger than any guy I'd been with, easily as 
big as the dildo I used on Sophie, probably even bigger. 
I could barely get my fingers around it.

"What?" I shook my head, rubbing the odd shaped tip of 
Stein's cock up and down my slit, working him between my 
buttery labes.

"Yeah, see?" Michael was smiling, holding up a 
camcorder. "Uh, say cheese, Lisa."

"Cheese, Lisa," I blinked and then my eyes went wide 
open as Stein felt my pussy spreading around the head of 
his penis and without any warning at all the dog slammed 
about nine inches of hard canine cock so deep it bounced 
off my cervix and made me squeak.

God had just punched me right in the soul and I couldn't 
breathe. I couldn't think. My heart wasn't working and I 
couldn't feel my toes, but I know they were curled 
because I could see them over Stein's soft furry back.

"OHHHH FUCK ME!" I groaned, or something to that effect, 
I truthfully can't remember much for the next ten 
minutes or so. I was too busy getting the ride of my 
life.

Stein had two speeds: Fast and Faster and he used them 
both judiciously. Fast until I felt the swollen ball of 
his knot pressing for entrance into my much too tight, 
but impossible wet cunt. I felt like I was birthing a 
bowling ball that someone had just taken out of the 
oven, but it wasn't really that big...more like a good 
sized orange probably, except shaped kinda like a lemon 
as the dog mercilessly forced it inside me.

And then it just got bigger and that's when Stein 
decided to hit second gear. The strokes were short and 
fast, the tip just staying so far inside me that I was 
reasonably sure I was tasting doggy cum in the back of 
my mouth. But I didn't care. I was lights out, cumming 
and cumming, my whole body seemed to be wrapped around 
that cock. I was squeezing it, loving it, milking the 
animal until I final felt the unmistakable warmth of his 
sperm flooding my womb. He didn't spurt so much as 
just...flood me. My cunt was bathing in juices suddenly 
and none if it could go anywhere. I was plugged up tight 
with that knot of muscle wedged inside my pussy.

"Kiss me, oh fuck... kiss me baby!" I love kissing. I 
mean it, it really is my thing during sex, especially on 
those rare occasions when you can actually both cum at 
the same time.

I pulled Einstein's head up and I was rewarded as the 
dog started licking my face. I opened my mouth, well it 
was already open, cause I was gasping for air, but I 
opened it even more and Stein went right for it. I was 
swapping dog spit like there was no tomorrow and wow! 
Could that dog kiss! I sucked his tongue like it was a 
cock and he didn't really like that so much, but he kept 
coming back, so maybe he did. And all the while I was 
cumming and he was letting me soak in dog sperm and 
Michael...he was getting close-ups for his fraternal 
brothers.

"Ohhh shit!" I was a mess.

Einstein's cock, that knot thing, had finally shrunk 
down enough so he could pull out of me. It hurt a 
little, but the sudden emptiness was worse, and fuck 
juice literally poured out of my gaping pussy. I didn't 
think I'd ever be tight again. I didn't think I'd ever 
walk again, to tell the truth. Just closing my legs was 
an ache and sitting up. I tried it a couple times over 
the next hour or so and just gave up. 

I was sore all over although I couldn't understand why. 
My pussy yes, but the rest of me? I felt steamrolled and 
I loved it. This was the way a woman should feel after 
sex, I decided, anything else wasn't really sex, it was 
just...

"That was so awesome! Man, the guys are gonna love 
this...That was so cool Lisa, thanks so much..." Michael 
gushed.

He was a shoe-in for his fraternity now. He had an 
attractive young coed fucking a large dog on a bed, and 
not just fucking Einstein, we were making love. At least 
I thought so, he was back on his chair licking his cock 
clean so maybe not so much for him. But I sorta liked 
that in a guy.

"You gotta do something for me now," I said lazily, 
giving Michael a practiced come hither smile. I crooked 
my finger at him. "Come here."

Michael started undressing while I watched him, giggling 
softly like I was drunk. His cock was hard and long and 
thick, not a geek cock at all, not that I would know a 
geek cock from a toothpick. Or maybe cocks were just 
cocks, regardless of who they were attached to. But it 
wasn't Stein's cock, that was for sure. The dog was 
blessed with a penis made for porn, Michael was just a 
little bigger than the average.

He lay down next to me on the bed, Michael's hands 
stroking my hot flush even as he tried to avoid the huge 
wet spot Einstein and I had made on the bed.

"That was the most incredible thing I ever saw, Lisa." 
He was kissing me too, which I like a lot. Cuddling 
after sex is a good thing and I started thinking a girl 
should have two husbands, one to fuck and one to cuddle 
with afterwards. Or maybe three so she'd have someone to 
talk to as well.

"Did you like it?" I smiled, reaching down to play with 
Michael's penis, enjoying the weight of it, the 
hardness, but missing the unique shape and size of the 
animal I'd just had.

"Oh yeah," Michael nodded.

"You liked seeing that dog fuck me?" I whispered into 
Michael's ear, turning slightly and pressing my breasts 
against him. "His big cock fucking me?"

"Oh god yes!" Michael bent his mouth to my nipples while 
I cradled his head to me. "It was so sexy, Lisa."

"You weren't a little jealous?" I teased him, sliding my 
right thigh up and down over the soft hair on his legs, 
massaging his cock slowly, rubbing my thumb over the 
head and feeling his pre-cum leaking out.

"Will? Will you marry me?" He looked up between the 
valley of my breasts, thrusting his hips a little so 
that his straining cock fucked my fist.

I blinked at that, not sure I'd heard him right.

"I mean, um, I know you don't really know me," he kissed 
my breasts. "But I've loved you for months. I've watched 
you, just dying to meet you and... I'll be a good 
husband, I swear, I'll..." he swallowed hard. "You don't 
have to answer me right now... just, please, don't say 
no yet, okay?"

I'd sort of imagined it differently. I mean someone 
nicely dressed, in a nice restaurant maybe, or in some 
romantic place, kneeling down, holding out a ring, you 
know. Not lying in a bed soaked with dog sperm, feeling 
sore and used with my womb soaking in the stuff. It 
wasn't the sort of thing you'd want to tell your 
grandchildren about when they asked how grandpa had 
proposed.

"I-I'll think about it," I said, and I meant it, that 
was the nice part, for both of us. He really was in love 
and I'll admit I was feeling more for the man than I'd 
expected, more even than I was probably willing to 
admit. I did feel love for him, but I was so used to 
being... bored with it.

Is that what it was? I was just bored with my feelings? 
I had a boyfriend at Harvard and I always thought I'd 
married him, but right then I couldn't even remember 
what color his eyes were. Michael's were hazel, flecked 
with green and I stared into them, feeling my heart 
flutter nervously. This was about more than just having 
sex with Einstein, or trying to get Sophie laid. This 
was my life and it was happening right now.

"Will you have sex with my dog?" I asked him. And it 
just came out of me, so fast I didn't have time to think 
about it.

"What?" He stared at me and I squeezed his cock so hard 
it must have hurt, but then again he was so hard it 
probably felt good.

"I have a dog, um, I have to film it... for my 
sorority." I had to confess suddenly, and I didn't know 
why.

"Oh, you mean like Einstein?" Michael asked and I 
nodded. "I never meant, I mean I hoped you would want 
to, but I didn't think you would and I wasn't."

He wanted to confess too and I understood he'd only 
dreamt of me fucking the dog, never really planning on 
anything coming of it. He'd just wanted to introduce, 
and pray for a way to bring up the subject, knowing all 
too well that there was no way on earth a girl like me 
could ever want to do something so strange and taboo and 
utterly depraved as that. It was just a fantasy for him 
and he'd won the lottery. Now he felt guilty about it.

"I know!" I giggled. "Shhh, let me talk."

"Oh... okay, uh... yeah..." He nodded and it was so 
sweet, the look on his face made me want to kiss him 
forever. "He was like a little boy sometimes."

"My dog is Sophie and she really loves sex." I grinned 
at him. "And I would love to see you fuck her."

"You would?" Michael asked softly.

"Yeah," I breathed. "I'm serious and I think..."

"What?"

"I think if you could do that and enjoy it, I mean 
really like it for me, for both of us..." I was 
searching for the words, speaking slowly. "...I think I 
could really fall seriously in love with you."

"Y-You could?" Michael looked at me, his big round eyes 
hopeful.

"I love dogs." He giggled a little, like a kid again. "I 
didn't realize it before, not until I saw you and 
Einstein."

"I know." I giggled too. "I love dogs too now and if I 
was gonna marry someone, he'd really have to understand 
that and he'd have to love them too."

"I do." Michael nodded.

"So you'll do it for me?" I asked him, stroking his cock 
slowly once again.

"Oh yeah, please. Let me prove it, Lisa." He kissed my 
breast, right over my beating heart. "I'll do anything 
you want."

"Anything?" I laughed lightly.

"Oh yeah!" He grinned at me.

"Uh, I am sort of sore." I raised my eyebrows. "And 
messy..."

"I um, I have some towels and uh, I have a first aid 
kit... Did he hurt you or..."

"No, nothing like that!" I shook my head. "I just think 
you should um... well..." I started pushing him down, 
pushing his head until he got the idea and started 
moving his body along mine.

"You want me to... Ohhh..." Michael looked a little 
shocked. "But it's...you're full of his..."

"Shhhh, tell me how good it tastes," I sighed as I 
pulled Michael's mouth to my sex. He wasn't as good as 
Einstein, but he did have the advantage of fingers and 
he took direction well, concentrating on those places 
where it felt especially good to be kissed and licked.

He was down there for a long time, swallowing my juices 
mixed with Einstein's copious load of canine sperm. If 
that wasn't love I didn't know what it was and I was 
really, really starting to like Michael a lot.

=-=-=

"Uh, wow, nice room," Michael was looking around while I 
moved around my dorm room, picking up dirty clothes and 
making little grunts and groans because that dog had 
busted my pussy good. Now I knew what that Madonna song 
'Like A Virgin' was all about.

"Michael, this is Sophie." I smiled.

We were back at my place and it was late, like 2 in the 
morning but I felt wide awake, we both did, I think. I'd 
had the best night of sex in my life so far and it 
wasn't over yet. Sophie was up as soon as we came 
through the door, wagging her tail and stretching her 
body. She was beautiful, I realized. And I mean that the 
same way someone might have called me beautiful. She 
wasn't a dog suddenly, she was something else, and so 
was Einstein.

I remembered Stein the way a girl would remember a 
really good one night stand with a handsome man. With a 
sense of satisfaction maybe, a little guilt perhaps, and 
with that secret longing to do it again. I'd had a few 
one night stands in my life, some of them good, some not 
so good, Einstein had been fantastic and if I could have 
recommended him to my friends without seeming totally 
crazy, I would have.

That realization made me smile...and then frown as it 
started sinking in, what we'd done and what we were 
about to do. There was a video tape of me now, 40 
minutes of uncut, uncensored bestiality with a dog. 
Close-ups of my pussy being stretched, of the rapture on 
my face. It was real and intended for 20 or 30 college 
guys to watch and enjoy and archive for untold future 
generations of Alpha Omega frat boys to enjoy. It could 
end up on the internet for all I knew.

The thought of a bunch of guys watching Einstein fuck 
the daylights out of me was a serious turn on, I admit. 
Part of me, the really depraved part of me, hoped they'd 
jerk off and dream of me afterwards. But the sensible 
part of me, the part that was respectable and practical 
and moral, if there really was such a thing, was 
suddenly afraid and I swallowed nervously. If that tape 
ever got out...

"She's beautiful..." Michael breathed, interrupting my 
thoughts. "Come here Sophie, come here girl..."

He didn't really need to call her at all, she was right 
there, sniffing at us, smelling our recent sex. Neither 
of us had showered and we both must have reeked of 
Einstein's musky sperm. Sophie liked it, like dog 
perfume, her tail was already up and she was playing, 
but not hard to get. She'd drop her front legs to the 
floor, keeping her ass high, turning around like a top 
as she watched us.

"She wants it bad." I giggled, shrugging off my ruined 
dress. I massaged my swollen cunt, feeling the juices 
still leaking from me. I'd left a trail behind me like a 
snail since leaving Michael's dorm, and he wasn't ever 
gonna get that stain out of the passenger seat, or the 
smell of a well greased pussy out of his car.

"What do I do?" Michael licked his lips.

"Take off your clothes, silly!" I smiled at him. "We'll 
do it right here, no sense making a mess on my bed too."

"Oh, right, okay." He rolled his eyes a little, but he 
wasn't losing any time getting naked.

I tossed my clothes, frowning at my panties. They were 
shredded, a 20 dollar thong from Victoria's Secret, a 
gift from what's his name, the guy back at Harvard whose 
face was already blurry. I'd loved him because I was 
supposed to, I realized, maybe I loved Michael because I 
wasn't.

I loved him. I smiled to myself, going to the TV stand 
and getting the camcorder off the little shelf 
underneath. I was gonna see him fuck Sophie, a man with 
an animal, mating with her, pushing his cock inside her 
and then seeing the look on his face when he was 
cumming. I was unbearably excited with the idea, it was 
sexy, the sexiest most erotic thing I could imagine and 
it even made the pain between my legs go away.

Michael was playing with Sophie and the dog loved the 
attention; even more than she'd loved playing with me, I 
thought. I could understand that though and it actually 
gave me a new respect for the animal. Susan and I 
weren't lesbians at all, but we fucked each other 
regularly just because we had needs and there wasn't a 
guy handy to fill them. Sophie was the same way. She'd 
play with us, fuck with us, but I think it was just a 
way for her to feel good and get off until someone with 
a real cock came along.

Now she had one and she knew it. She shoved her nose 
between Michael's legs, licking at his balls and then 
his cock and I watched my new boyfriend as he leaned 
back, kneeling on the floor with wide-spread legs, 
groaning softly as Sophie gave him a canine blowjob. Her 
tongue was long too, not like Stein's maybe, but 
respectable and it would never tire, I knew that from 
personal experience.

"Oh boy, that feels good," Michael said and I was 
already recording.

"Say hi, Michael," I teased him.

"Uhhmmm, hi, Michael." He laughed and looked straight 
into the camera. "I really love your dog."

"I know." I smiled back at him.

Sophie licked his cock and balls for a long time, 10 
minutes at least. She even got Michael's ass, digging 
her tongue down deep and rimming the man happily. 
Michael's cock was jerking every so often, all by 
itself, bobbing up and down with clear pre-cum running 
wetly from the swollen head. Too much of that and he was 
going to cum, which probably wouldn't have been bad, but 
I wanted to see it shooting into Sophie's cunt.

"You should return the favor, Michael," I suggested.

"Hmmm." He looked at me, his face a mask of pleasure.

"Give her some head, she loves it." I grinned at him. 
"She tastes good too, believe me."

"You've done it?" Michael asked me.

"Yeah, lots of times," I assured him. "One of my pledge 
duties is to keep Sophie happy."

"Oh man! I'd love to see that."

"You will," I promised, "but I wanna see you do it too, 
lover boy!"

Michael was more than willing and he did it with Sophie 
on her back, which she didn't seem to mind at all. She 
just lay there with her paws in the air, making happy 
soft growling noises as I filmed Michael licking at the 
swollen bulb of her sex. He stroked her chest lovingly, 
playing his hands across the twin rows of her hard brown 
nipples. He pushed his tongue inside her, slowly at 
first, and just a little, tasting her and then finding 
it wasn't bad at all, he pushed his tongue even deeper.

"Oh Jesus Michael, suck her pussy for me... that's so 
cool" I was panting, feeling my pussy getting soaked all 
over again.

Michael was sucking gently at the dog's cunt, spreading 
the tulip shaped vulva with his thumb and exposing the 
bright pink interior. It was almost red, her canine 
vagina so vascular, so soft and tender and sweet. She 
was wet with a small bit of fluid, like think milk, 
whitish and I'd never noticed that before. And I could 
smell her excitement, a heady musky smell, rich and 
overpowering even as I moved closer, needing to be near 
them for my own reasons.

"Careful," I told Michael as he pushed a finger inside 
her slowly. "Her pussy is really fragile."

"Yeah, I think so too...She's really hot inside..." 
Michael smiled at me, like a child at Christmas. "Like a 
furnace in there. Tight too."

"Fuck her for me," I panted. "Put it in, she's ready..."

"Okay... um, doggy style?" Michael laughed, withdrawing 
his finger carefully and then sucking it clean. "Come on 
Sophie, up baby... Good girl... sexy girl..."

We probably should have had a condom for Michael, just 
because a dog's vagina is very soft and full of blood 
vessels that can rupture easily. She wasn't in any 
danger from him, but there were a lot of little bugs 
that didn't bother dogs at all and could be pretty 
irritating to a human. Unfortunately we didn't have any 
condoms so we'd just have to do it the old fashioned 
way... with the faith that all young people have in 
their own invulnerability.

Sophie was back on her feet, tail up, looking over her 
shoulder at Michael and giving sharply impatient barks. 
I was ready to cum myself, I think, just watching the 
little camcorder screen as Michael took his place behind 
her, guiding the head of his penis to Sophie's cunt and 
then pushing inside slowly.

"Ughhhh... yeahhh.... Jeeeze... nice and tight... fuck," 
Michael moved slowly, which was probably a good thing 
because I hadn't warned him about the strange angle 
Sophie's vagina took and if he'd just rammed his cock 
inside her hard and fast he might have hurt himself. Her 
pubic bones were pretty much right there and they'd put 
a dent in his life if he bounced off one of those.

But he had it right, his cock angling up, her dog 
muscles squeezing and pulling him along so his long 
thick cock could follow her contours, stretching her 
muscles pleasantly, giving her the nice hot living fuck 
Sophie wanted. She was growling, but standing still, 
patient and panting, with her tongue lolling from her 
mouth. 

She let him get inside her fully and then the slow 
withdrawal. It was beautiful and after a few minutes of 
that Michael was ready to go faster, moving his cock 
harder, grabbing Sophie's black shirt fur and pulling 
the eager dog back to meet his thrusts.

It was a gorgeous fuck and I rubbed my cunt while they 
did it, wishing Einstein was there to do me at the same 
time. I could have fucked him while Michael fucked 
Sophie, watching each other, feeling it inside and 
around us. It would have been making love, I thought, 
Michael inside me in the shape of Stein's huge cock, and 
Sophie would have been my surrogate. 

We'd be dogs, Michael and I, fucking each other, making 
love like animals. It was a glorious dream and I was 
cumming hard thinking about it. I had to fight to keep 
the camera steady and Michael just watched me, staring 
at me as he fucked Sophie.

"I-I'm gonna cum..." he groaned, breathing hard as his 
body flushed with excitement.

"Do it!" I replied. "Inside me... Cum inside me..." I 
said, not even realizing what I'd said, but that was how 
I felt. I was Sophie, somewhere in my head, and I think 
Michael felt the same way. He was fucking me, he was 
cumming in me.

"Ohhh... oh... God!" He arched his back, straining as he 
held Sophie tight against him. Michael's cock was 
erupting inside the dog, spraying his seed into her 
womb. I had the wildly perverse desire, the wish that he 
could impregnate her, and that Stein could have given me 
puppies as well.

Michael withdrew a few minutes later, his cock 
glistening with cum, hers and his and I zoomed in on it, 
licking my lips and finally unable to do anything else 
but hand Michael the camera.

I took him in my mouth first, sucking Michael's cock 
deep into my mouth, washing it with my tongue and 
swallowing the tangy remnants of their sex. I could 
taste Sophie all over him and I loved it. I cleaned him 
good and then went to work on Sophie, doing for her what 
Michael had done for me. I kissed and licked and suckled 
at her sex. I swallowed their juices, as much as I could 
get while Sophie watched and Michael filmed.

"Fuck me," I breathed. "Put the damn camera down and 
fuck me now!"

I wanted it, needed it more than ever, and Michael took 
me like the dog I was as I knelt on my hands and knees, 
sucking Sophie's dog cunt and pushing my tender sex back 
on Michael's still wonderfully hard cock.

It was really fuckin' good.

=-=-=

"Oh my god," Susan breathed, sitting very still and 
staring at the television while I resisted the urge to 
masturbate.

We were just halfway through the first half of the 
video; Michael was still eating Sophie's pussy. I 
couldn't wait to see him fuck her again. I never got 
tired of seeing that, or the part where he fucked me 
while I ate her out. And then there was the really good 
part, me being fucked hard by Einstein. Michael had 
copied his tape onto mine and vice-versa, so it we each 
had one long and incredibly exciting home video.

I was showing it to Susan before I brought it to my 
initiation that night. Michael and I had talked 
seriously and we'd both decided we were happy with who 
we were, corny as that sounds. I honestly didn't care 
who knew I'd fucked Einstein, and Michael swore he felt 
the same way about Sophie. We were getting married, as 
soon as we told our parents and went through the 
necessary rituals. It had only been a few days but I 
couldn't imagine finding another man like Michael, never 
in a million years, and I didn't think it was pure 
chance that we'd met either.

It had to be fate.

"Oh my God," Susan repeated and I smiled at her.

"Pretty hot, isn't it?" I asked, finally giving in to my 
urges and slipping my hand under my skirt to find my 
soaking wet cunt.

"You can't be serious," Susan stared at the screen.

"What? Why?" I was a little confused.

"You were supposed to get Sophie to fuck the dog, that 
Einstein dog they have."

"Oh!" I blinked at her, wondering why we hadn't thought 
of that.

We just sat there for a moment in silence, watching the 
movie.

"But I'm still gonna get in tonight, right?" I finally 
had to ask, hoping I wasn't in really big trouble 
because of a little misunderstanding.

"Oh yeah!" Susan giggled. "You're in. You're way in, 
Lisa."

"Good," I let out the breath I was holding and my 
fingers went back to work on my pussy. "Wait till you 
see the second part, it's really good!" I told her with 
a giggle.

End

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The
author does not condone the described behavior in
real life in any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted
to act out any of the scenarios in this story should
seriously consider seeking professional help.
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