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Chapter 2

When Joan arrived at Amanda Westmore's house it was nearly dark. A thin grey light hung in the air as she stepped from her Sprite. The car gleamed whitely from a new waxing.

Already bored after only two days of the summer, Joan had spent the early morning hours lavishly grooming her car. A graduation present from her parents for which she vowed to be responsible, her car was her pride and the job Amanda promised meant far more than the older woman knew.

She sounded the door chimes with a press on an ivory button and heard the bells peel throughout the house.

Amanda's house was a flat-roofed, almost winged structure that sat in the gully between two gentle slopes on the edge of a cliff. Poised as if for flight, from a distance it resembled a redwood seagull caught in a gossamer of fronds.

Joan heard the soft pad of Amanda's cloth-slippered feet on the carpet within, then an amber light snapped on in the alcove before the door.

Moments later Amanda opened the oaken door to her cavelike house and Joan went in.

"I'm so glad you could come, dear," Amanda purred as Joan stood before her.

"My, my, my, said the spider to the fly," Joan answered in a teasing sing-song voice.

Amanda had changed jumpsuits. She now wore a gold lame sequined suit of the same elastic style as she had been wearing before. About her neck she wore a mink collar with a dangling golden ring attached to the fur covered leather band. Her shoulders were bare except for the brief straps haltering up her breasts, and her auburn hair cascaded about them in long silky curls. She was a voluptuous and feline creature in the traditional sense of sexy.

Joan on the other hand had a completely opposite effect on the observer. She was tanned like an athlete and wore brief white tennis shorts beneath a cool organdy paisley print blouse. The swirls in it were like ivory horns on a pale purple background and the see-through material gave a strawberry sundae effect to her eager young breasts.

She wore her hair in a pixie cut while light blue eyes sparkled innocently in a face of classic Alpine beauty.

Amanda stood silent waiting for Joan to begin the game they always played. Joan's eyes fell on the brass length of the dog leash hanging to Amanda's right. She took it from the wooden peg and hooked it through the ring on the collar around Amanda's long, sinuous neck.

"Sorry, girl," Joan baby-talked and stepped close to Amanda, running her nose in the shell of Amanda's ear and sending her hot breath down the channel while her lips nibbled the lobe.

"I understand," replied Amanda with hurt in her eyes. The older woman squatted until she reached all fours. Then she rose on her knees and began unbuttoning Joan's shorts. When the top came loose she kissed the girl's downy belly with full pouting kisses. Pulling the brief cotton pants slowly down from Joan's firm young buttocks, Amanda followed the progress of her sculpting hands with lavish kisses. She licked her way along the resilient marble smoothness of Joan's thighs. The golden tan flesh tingled cleanly on her tongue.

Joan sighed deeply and began unbuttoning the sheer blouse. Her lean fingers nimbly ran the row of pearl-shaped buttons through the buttonholes. She shrugged and the top was off just as Amanda's tongue reached her ankle bone. When she stepped out of the shorts Amanda caught her foot and bit lightly at the leather straps of her sandal.

Slowly, she slid it off. Still holding Joan's foot in the air she took one finely shaped toe into her mouth and sucked on it. The movement was highly effective. Joan felt the first heat in her belly and a sound like a hiss curled from between her lips.

Amanda was back on her hands and knees before Joan, running her tongue in and out of the girl's hot pussy. The brass leash Joan held loosely in her hand coiled over Amanda's shoulders and onto the scoop of her bare back. Amanda wagged the golden mounds of her hips as she rubbed her thighs together. Her tongue was scooping the musky nectar of Joan's cunt lavishly into her mouth. She cherished the soft inner lips as if it were a loving cup and the wine within truly holy. Joan was her master as with her avid tongue she drew the girl's secret juices down her throat.

"Let's go into the living room," Joan said. "We'll be more comfortable.

And don't let's make it an evening of you silently obeying my commands on your hands and knees. I'm much too excited for all of that. I want to know about the circus job!"

The room they entered was essentially black and white. The walls were charcoal, the heavy shag rug, white. The couch was covered in real zebra skin. Before it stood a large glass-topped coffee table with an angular brass base. Opposite the couch were a pair of horsehair ottomans. The soft cylinders were covered with skin from painted ponies. In one corner there was a reclining sculpture chair made of wood and black leather. Balancing the room was a huge, overstuffed white goatskin lounging chair. The accessory tables were made completely of glass. Globed lights hung about the room from copper chains, lighting it well but leaving geometric shadows clinging to everything and everyone in the room.

"Amanda, may I have that mandarin housecoat you gave me last Christmas?

That's a dear," said Joan as she unhooked the leash from Amanda's collar. She watched the woman leave the room to fetch the coat. She wanted to lie back on the zebra couch and have Amanda lick her pussy.

But she just could not get relaxed into the feeling of the prickly hair of the couch cover on her bare skin. She wondered how Amanda could stand it.

Joan looked around at the portraits of dogs on the walls. A huge painting of Prince hung above the fireplace mantel. There was a grouping of fox hounds to his right and another smaller, more revolutionary portrait of a grey wolfhound to the left.

A rogue's gallery of photographs considering pedigreed faces occupied one entire wall. What seemed to be every large breed was there. But, of course, predominance was held by Prince's family since he had been with Amanda for so long. Once Amanda had explained to Joan that Great Danes were used for lion hunting. The dauntless spirit which years of breeding evolved to that purpose was one reason Amanda admired Danes so much. "It's what you must look for in the puppy, Duke, when you take him, Joan," Amanda had said one day by way of counsel.

Joan turned her attention away from wondering what Amanda had meant, and her eyes fell on a red lacquer box. Painted in gold, silver and black, a lion stood by a pond. That must have been what caused me to think of the mandarin housecoat "here," said Amanda, returning as if she were a piece of the puzzle of Joan's thought.

"Gosh, Amanda, this room is peculiar when I'm alone in it. It's so erotic. I was just now looking off at a lion. That must be what I think of as typifying the circus job before me. Please! I want to hear about the job." Joan took the housecoat from Amanda's outstretched hand.

"Oh, Joany, I've got my collar on. And you know how I feel like worshipping you," said Amanda with a whimper.

"All right, Mandy, come and lick me, pussycat. You can tell me while I cream." Joan obliged Amanda as she would a child and sprawled her body gracefully on the couch. The housecoat which she had donned reached only to the top of her box when she stood so that when she sat her ass could feel the wiry hairs from the couch's zebra coat. But that was all right because the buns of her ass would sweat as Amanda licked her. It was her back that the couch really irritated and which the coat was to protect.

Amanda pressed her breasts on either side of Joan's thigh as she knelt, laying herself at Joan's feet.

"Joany?" she whined in a little voice, "I've something to tell you, so please don't be mad."

"What is it, pussycat?" Joan asked contentedly. But suddenly alarmed when she suspected something amiss with the job: "What? Nothing's the matter-I hope I've still got the job?"

"Yes, you've got it," answered Amanda. "But maybe you won't want it when you hear what I've got to tell you. The animal trainer's name is Westmore. In fact, it's Myrna Westmore, my twin sister-if the truth must be known."

At first Joan felt ill at ease with the news. To begin with, Amanda was a Gemini, and after five years of being close with Joan suddenly springing a twin out of the blue was unique to say the least. Some harbored secret must be brooding in Amanda's soul, and Joan was not sure she wished to get involved in anything so incestuous. But that's what the circus is, Joan told herself as she struggled with the inner conflict for words to answer Amanda.

"Why haven't you told me of her before this?" Joan spoke, the pique rising in her face.

"Because she is the one who trained me to be as I am right now. And though I find it so uniquely pleasurable I was still afraid that you would not allow yourself to be tested with her, when you discovered all the circumstances of the job."

"When are you going to learn to trust me, Amanda? Bestiality is good to me. I want more of it. However, my point of view is different from yours, and I do not have to pervert my mind in order to occupy another dimension. The fact that underneath you sort of wanted me to be like you after your sister gets finished with me caused you to conceal what you should not have-if for no other reason than that I, too, have mastered you."

The woman whimpered at the reprimand in the girl's voice. She had been rebuked and must now plead submissively to resume licking Joan's cunt.

Joan had no wish to see Amanda grovel her voluptuous body tonight. She patted Amanda's head and assured her with warm blue eyes that she could continue.

Immediately Amanda's hot tongue plunged into the crevice between Joan's willowy legs. It fluttered wetly through the foliage of hair and licked at her clit. Joan opened her legs wider and scooted downgrain on the cushion. The hair that covered the couch became even slicker as an even sweat broke out on Joan's flanks and hips.

"What's she like, Amanda? Myrna, I mean?" Joan asked vacantly as she pictured a brazen version of Amanda stepping into the animal pen whip in hand.

"You'll see, dear," answered Amanda as her tongue slid in and out of the cavern in Joan's gently rolling hips. "Umm. You taste so good, baby. Spread your legs wider so I can get my tongue in farther. Ummm, ummmm."

Joan widened her legs and let thoughts of the circus drift away through her mind. She felt like a seagull lazily flying above the ocean. Like a body of rolling water, Amanda's mouth sucked while her tongue twirled in Joan's cleft and shocks of pleasure emanated through the girl like an electric bird.

"Amanda. Am I stronger than her, your sister?"

"If you remain at heart true to yourself. It will take courage to face her among her animals. Of course, she may not choose to test you-but then your summer would be a bore."

Hush, child, Amanda's thoughts continued. I don't wish to speak this nonsense to you while my tongue licks at your love.

The wriggling pink snake-shaped tongue cleft into the volcanic hole of Joan. The fires erupted and her orgasm started to build boiling up with her cum.

Joan began to hump her hips on the couch with increasing force. Soon her sweaty hips sang rocking off the slick zebra hair and slapped back down against its prickle.

The zebra hair was silky to the touch hut stiff on its ends: it felt to Joan like a silky wash brush stroking a soapy ass.

Amanda's huge hunk of tongue reamed the moist fleshy walls of Joan's blistering pussy. As each hot sparkle of fluid reached the hungry tastebuds, Joan's juices were sucked into Amanda's molten mouth.

Joan locked her legs around Amanda's auburn head and let the woman's tongue ravage her eager cunt. The ragged edges of her pink vagina held tiny bubbles of the joy juice up for Amanda's flicking tongue to lick off.

"Oh, it's so good," Joan wheezed, tears of pleasure welling up in her eyes and causing the two-tone room to spin greyly.

Amanda ran her tongue like a channel beneath Joan's cut. The turgid pink stud throbbed with the swift wet passage the channel had become. A river of cum raged its twisting way down the corridor of canyons of Amanda's tongue and thrilled the love bud awake. The love button scooped out a passage against the grain of Amanda's plunging tongue and hot wet chills sang through Joan's torso.

"Oh yes, Amanda baby, eat me! Mmmm… it's so very, very gooood." Joan groaned in a rhythm to Amanda's lascivious tongue. Her hips thrashed up about the probing organ like wheels and she humped her pelvis around and around.

"Eat me, Amanda, eat me," Joan snarled between clenched teeth. She pounded her hips down at Amanda's turgid tongue as if she were trying to snare it for a plug. Her body glistened with rainbows of sweat. Like a steamboat river wheel she churned her hips around the rudder of Amanda's tongue.

While her tongue flashed deeply into the hot pink walls of Joan's love lips, Amanda began to gnaw on Joan's clit. As she rubbed her teeth across the top side of the stub, her tongue glazed the lower half with saliva and cum. Shocked hot thrills echoed up in Joan from where Amanda's lips and tongue and teeth were driving her pussy mad.

Her body writhed slipperingly across the zebra hair while shock wave after shock wave of tumbling riotous orgasm washed blindingly through her. She surfed and surfed; impaled on Amanda's tongue like an eel her body squirmed.

"Oh my God yes!" Joan screamed in an agony of pleasure. "Cum, cum, cum, cum, cum." Her voice ran downhill as it shook with her diminishing breath and she quaked like a rag doll at the end of the delirious words. Finally after long spasms of passion had sung through her in deep crescendos, Joan quieted and Amanda's licking tongue only cleaned and soothed.

"Did I please you, Joany?" Amanda mewed coyly.

"Yes, pet, yes!" Joan sighed contentedly. "Let me rest for awhile."

"As you wish," Amanda answered, toying with the ring on her mink neck collar. Her tongue ran incessantly back and forth across the pout of her full lips like a snake, wetting them and tasting the air for moisture.

"Let's have Prince in the living room tonight, Amanda. I'd rather not go into his cage this time."

"As you wish," replied Amanda awaiting Joan's command to act. Idly she stroked Joan's cooling flesh while the girl lay back, relaxing on the couch. Her fingers trailed up and down the girl's tawny calf and thigh.

"How is my puppy doing?" Joan asked.

"Fine; he's gotten so big recently!" Amanda's eyes glowed as they looked up at Joan. The affection she had for the pup and his mates was obvious in the way Amanda let the love show in her eyes and it made Joan feel good with its warmth.

"Duke," Joan said the pup's name dreamily. She remembered the clownish black and white face of the puppy, his floppy ears out of trim and a sorrowfully serious expression clouding his features. He would approach her with his laughing head and want to play.

"Can we have Duke, too, Amanda?" Joan asked hopefully.

"Not 'can we'-'may we,' dear. And yes, I think so. But you will see when you take Duke to raise that all is not such a treat since-"

"Oh hush, Amanda. I am feeling like Prince now. Perhaps you should bring them both here."

Amanda rose without a word and hurried to the kennel. Without any fussing she slipped into the bitch's cage and snatched up the gangly pup, then out to let Prince glide from his pen into step beside her.

They were a well-oiled team. Just seeing them as they were now sparked hidden remembrances of Nazi sadism at its brightest. In fact the great black dog and his auburn-haired mistress could very well have been a commando interrogation team during another time. Except for the one psychological quirk in her makeup Amanda would have been cruel even without the impetus of war. But instead her twin sister Myrna had taught Amanda as a child to serve rather than to enslave. And not only institutions; but moreover individuals of a certain criteria.

Individuals so free in life that they performed with animals bestially.

Then Amanda would watch them and devote herself to their every need.

She existed solely to please these special people of whom so far there had only been two, Joan and Myrna.

And now she was sending this child to the circus, perhaps, for Myrna to enslave. Well, if so, they could share just that much more. A sister of equal bondage would be nice, thought Amanda wickedly. But perhaps not.

Certainly Joan was strong enough to best Myrna if their struggle was without tricks. But what would not seem a trick to the experienced Myrna might easily become one for Joan. Well, only time would tell.

Amanda shrugged.

She put the puppy Duke down to trundle along beside Prince. Once on the floor Prince took him in hand. The great black dog looked up at her to let him run ahead and Amanda permitted it by running her fingers forward on his spine.

He was off. Kicking Duke with his hind legs to make him follow closely, he rushed into the living room and up to Joan. When Amanda arrived he was sitting at ramrod attention, literally quivering before the girl while she fondled Duke.

"Oh Joany, don't tease poor Prince. He so wants to sniff you, of course," Amanda said as she took her place at the head of the dog.

"He'll have to wait until I finish with this guy," replied Joan. Her voice was full of good natured cheer at Duke's puppy antics.

"As you wish," Amanda said and patted Prince's quivering shoulder. The black silk of the dog's warm flesh coated her palm with heat, while Joan's hand was buried like a fist in the midsection of the puppy.

Joan leaned farther forward and Prince licked her face. His broad slurpy tongue painted her face with cheerful greeting. It was comical the way the two met like children face to face. Prince kept nuzzling Joan's ear while Duke played with her hand with his paws in a ball between the two. Joan was innocent with the older dog and that Amanda knew to be the secret of the bond between the two. The girl met the animal on equal, incorruptible terms and she was rewarded with the same attitude of friendly equality in Prince.

Joan shucked the mandarin housecoat so that she could run her naked flesh over the coat of black satin hair covering the dog. When her breasts brushed along his shoulder, their tips sprang erect and she offered one to his tongue.

Prince licked his jowls, then began slowly licking up the underside of Joan's resilient breasts and flicking the turgid nipple just at the last. He lavished his hot pink tongue on Joan until a feeling of ecstasy began to mount in her. Then Joan brought the other tit to his mouth while she picked up the puppy Duke and encouraged him to suckle the hard nipple of the one Prince had just left. The puppy's soft mouth clamped about Joan's areola and sucked contentedly while Prince took nearly the entirety of the fleshy globe into his mouth with each lick.

Joan felt heat creep into her loins as the pleasure from the animal's tongue increased.

Amanda watched as Joan began to fondle Prince more raggedly. She put the puppy on the couch to be safe and started wrestling good-naturedly with Prince.

Prince was clearly the stronger of the two. He allowed Joan to scuff the side of his head and rolled to the floor on his side. The lithe girl quickly pressed her advantage and dove after him. She rolled against his stretched out length and hugged him to her, careful to avoid the wavings of his errant forepaws.

As they frolicked on the floor and Joan's body pressed against the sleek black dog, Amanda could see the hot pink of inches of the dog's dick creep from its sheath and press itself against Joan's leg. Joan rubbed her thigh up and down on the torrid prick and an involuntary humping started in Prince's hips. The fun began to turn toward sex as Joan let her hand stroke the shaft of his cock against her leg.

She knew Prince was ready and much more teasing would only make him frantic. She rolled away from him and crawled on all fours to the couch. She laid her head and shoulders down on the edge of the couch and spread her legs wide so that her firmly rounded ass gleamed invitingly to Prince.

The dog did not hesitate but was upon her immediately Joan felt her pussy quivering with anticipation, as his hard lean hips nestled rigidly between her spread buttocks and his forepaws clutched around her waist. She hunched up farther on the couch and drew the puppy to her breast. While Prince poked his prick between her legs, trying to make connection with her cunt hole, she held one breast out from beneath her weight for the puppy to nurse. The pup whined his pleasure and sucked the tit into his mouth making big slurpy sounds. With his hot tongue he began to lash the rubber hard nub and to draw the areola deeply toward his hungry throat.

Prince's humping hips were becoming more frantic now as his dick searched for Joan's pleasure hole. She reached beneath herself and back until she found the hot pulsating cock and drew the thrusting member to the entrance of her cunt lips. She could feel the hot pink blade of his tool part the hair as it wormed its way toward exactly the right place.

Then, for an instant the dog's hips paused as the tip felt the lips of Joan's pussy part and her hand slide the phallus into place. When he was sure the slim fleshy rod would not pop out he plunged forward with all his might and Joan felt the dog's cock sear deeply into the wanton walls of her cunt. She tensed the muscles of her pussy so that the utmost friction took place and humped herself backwards onto the rod with a groan of, carnal joy.

Prince began to fuck the girl with quick hard thrusts, ramming his heated prick in and out, in and out so that the front of her legs were soon pressed against the couch. The dog's tongue lolled from its mouth and he began to pant rapidly and jaggedly.

The incredible feeling of Prince's driving thrusts caused Joan to moan aloud. "Fuck me, Prince, fuck me. Oh! How I love that dog cock!"

The dog was in a lather now. Foam began forming about his jowls and his eyes gleamed with lust. He rammed his slim hindquarters faster and faster from behind Joan.

Amanda watched the pair as their passion mounted. She looked about the room hurriedly, not wanting to miss a movement between them. Her eyes found what she sought. She reached for the brass leash and swooped it up. Then stringing it between her legs she rocked herself to-and-fro on its length, still feasting her eyes on the beautiful girl fornicating with the dog. From between her lips came a soft sound like a dove. It was barely audible between the groans and pants from Joan and Prince.

Amanda's eyes wheeled up in her head from the rubbing of the chain between her legs and she saw the room in a milk glass light globe. The first whimper of the painful screech Prince would emit upon cumming interrupted Amanda's masturbatory reverie.

Of all the worlds of pleasure that Prince afforded Amanda, the unearthly way he howled as if in pain was the only thing that made Amanda sad. She had prayed to understand it, since it happened with Prince was coupled to a bitch as well.

But Joan seemed to ignore it or understand it with placidity. She humped her ass back at Prince as fast as she could. Her body sweated so that when Prince's lean hips slapped her backside it sucked between her buns with an audible sound.

Smack, crack, Amanda reacted to the sound by rocking harder on the whipping brash chain.

Joan was grunting now with the effort of keeping up with the quick hot thrusts from the Dane. He socked the knife-like blade of his pink prick deeply into Joan's seething cunt. His hairy black loins were almost chattering against the girl's ass with each thrust.

Amanda heard the dog's whine deepen to a whimper and knew he had started to cum.

Joan had felt her own orgasm well up in her womb as if in response to the howl's growing depth. Her churning, sweaty hips were like wheels of glazed passion as her pussy seized the dog cock in its grasp, and she felt the hot, seething semen burst into the moist canal of her box. Her labia literally fluttered as her cum exploded around the red hot prick.

It felt like a glowing fire poker as splash after splash of Prince's seminal fluid twirled up the walls of her throbbing cunt. Both the girl and the dog shook as if vibrated by lightening in the throes of the orgasm. Prince howled at the peak of his lungs while Joan rolled in oblivion, and Amanda wailed for Prince's pain as she came from the knobby links of the rubbing chain.