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Chapter 1 "The Dog Sitter"

November 1, 1966 Anyway, when the Verduccis sold their house next door and moved to Oregon, we got some new neighbours, the Baxters. Right from the minute they pulled up out front. I knew I was going to like them. For out thing, they weren't dried up old prunes like the Verduccis. Mr. Baxter, or Wally as he liked to he called, was about twenty-five and his wife, Lenore, was a couple of years younger. He was tall and tanned, blond and good-looking, a skier. Lenore was a very petite woman with long, straight brown hair that fell down to her plump little butt. She had a round face and a pretty smile. The other thing about the Baxters, the thing that really made my mind up about them, was the third member of the family. He was riding in the back seat of their sports car: a huge, rust and black coloured German Shepherd.

I know it sounds funny when I say this, but just looking at his big, lolling red tongue from all the way across the lawn gave me the damp drawers and bad.

He jumped out of the car and bounded up to the front porch of his new home. Under the thick black coat, his muscles were powerful and fluid. I think it a love at first sight. Not like with poor Fluffy. He was a dear doggy, but not much to look at. The big Shepherd hiked his leg to dribble pee on the shrubbery and I got a peek at some immense balls and a regular cucumber of a cock sheath. I knew right then I had to have some of that thing.

To break the ice, I cooked a batch of chocolate chip cookies and got a big soup bone from the corner store and took everything over to the new neighbours. My arms were pretty full so I rang the doorbell with my elbow. Right away the big dog started barking, deep, and scary. When the door opened, he jumped out and lunged at me. His muzzle and mask were a red-rust as were his forelegs and chest. He was a real handsome animal, but the look in his yellow eyes was enough to petrify me. I stood there, frozen, looking at Wally kind of desperately.

Before he could grab the dog's collar the Shepherd was nuzzling his wet nose in under my short skirt. Sniffing and snorting right at my pussy!

He knew what he wanted alright. His snorts sent waves of excitement rippling up over my belly.

Then Wally caught hold of his choke collar and said, "Sit! Sit, Romeo!"

The dog dropped back on his haunches, thick tail wagging, long tongue lolling, eyes smiling at me.

"Wow, I'm sorry about that," Wally apologised. "We're used to country living where we don't have to keep such close tabs on him."

I told the tall man not to worry, that I liked dogs. I gave him the cookies and he thanked me and asked me in. The house was in an uproar, boxes and packing stuff everywhere. They were a real nice couple, so happy. I asked them if it was OK if I gave Romeo the bone I'd brought and they said sure.

I took him out in the back yard. He came right along like a good dog.

Mostly because he knew he was going to get the big juicy bone I was holding. Like I said, he was real big, even for a Shepherd. He must've weighed a hundred pounds. I told him "Sit!" and was kind of surprised when her actually obeyed me. He plopped right down on the grass, tail swishing, tongue drooling so nice, red sloppy. I gave him the bone and watched him gnaw on it eagerly for a bit, then Lenore called me back the house.

She told me I had a way with dogs, that Romeo wouldn't obey just anybody. That made me feel real good. She seemed very pleased that Romeo and I had made friends, I liked her. She wasn't much taller than me, but she had a very sexy body. She was wearing pair of corduroy overalls that made her round butt stick out and her waist look impossibly small.

Then Wally came in with a glass of milk and we ate my cookies and talked. He was a public relations man with the phone company and Lenore is an artist's model, part-time. When he let Romeo back in the house, the dog came right over and laid down next to my feet.

"Wow, Polly," Wally said. "You've got an admirer there." Then he winked at Lenore and said, "Better watch him close, Polly. He's a foxy old boy."

For some reason that made Lenore mad and she told him to be quiet. He ignored her and said, "Come ski season, we're going to be driving up to our cabin on weekends. We can't take Romeo with us. How'd you like to dog sit for us? We'd pay you, just like for a baby…"

I leaned down and scratched that big bear-head nuzzling against my calf.

"Sure, sounds OK to me," I said, barely able to restrain my glee.

Then the doorbell rang and it was the moving men, so Lenore had to go out front and Wally had to take Romeo, and put him in the backyard. I was sitting there in the living room, surrounded by half-empty boxes of kitchen stuff, books, papers. I just happened to glance at a cardboard box balanced on the edge of a dining room chair. I had papers and stuff in it, a real jumble of things, and on top were some photographs. They weren't the usual kind of photos, the kind that you get back from the drugstore. They had funny pointed ends on them. They were polaroids, like on television. I'd never seen one up close so I grabbed the top picture and took a peek.

Did the top of my head ever come unglued!!! It was sort of a "family" photo, but not the kind you find next to the fourth of July picnic group picture in the family album. It was a picture of Lenore and Romeo.

Lenore was stark naked, kneeling on a double bed with a quilted bedspread, her firm tits hanging down, her round butt facing the camera, her face twisting around over her shoulder to look into the lens. The look on her face was crazy, half-agony, half-ecstasy; her tongue hung out and her eyes were slitted.

Up on the bed with her was Romeo. He was fucking the hell out of her.

His jaws were holding her by the back of her neck, his forelegs were locked about her chest and his cock was caught in the act of slipping back between the swollen folds of her pussy. There was no mistaking it.

That dog cock was all glistening with cunt juice, sliding right up her hairy little cunt.

The photo was powerful stuff. It made my mouth go all drooly and my heart pound. It took no great leap of the imagination to put myself in that picture, to put me under the slimy, red hot nozzle of Romeo's big cock. I stuffed the picture inside my blouse when I heard the back door open.

I told Wally I had to go home. It wasn't easy talking to him. Not because I'd stolen the picture and felt guilty about it… because I didn't… but because without a doubt he was the weirdest man I'd ever met. He liked to take snapshots of his pretty little wife being screwed by the family pooch. I wondered what he did with the photographs, and I also wondered, not without a lot of heart thumping, if he'd like to take a picture of Romeo and me.

As I said goodbye, the Baxters were arm in arm on the front lawn, happy as larks. It gave me a funny feeling to see them so normal when I knew the sick truth about their love life. Then I took the stolen photo, marched straight into the upstairs bathroom, and while drooling over it, I finger-fucked myself until I came, biting the hem of my skirt to keep from crying out.

Let me tell you, by the time ski season rolled around, I'd worn out that sexy picture. I'd also been sneaking over to the Baxter back yard and giving Romeo little taste treats on the sly… to cement our friendship. And I'd learned a little trick, quite by accident. I call it the "Nasty Panty" trick. Everybody knows that dogs love smelly things, right? Well, what's smellier than a teenage girl's pair of week-old panties? Not much, and that's for sure.

Anyway, this one time Mom had put all my clothes in the washing machine and I didn't have any clean underwear left, so I rooted down in the laundry bag and found a pair of very soiled undies. I gritted my teeth and put the crusty things on and then forgot about them and went over to see my Romeo.

It's hard keeping my hands, and mouth, off him. Just the sight of his furry sheath was enough to send my pussy into fits.

I guess all the finger-fucking with his picture had something to do with it. I'd trained myself to get wet whenever I looked at his heavy pod.

Anyway, I always waited until the Baxters left the house before I went over… just in case things got out control.

This particular day I knew right away something was different. Romeo bounded up to me and kind of whined through his nose like a steam whistle. I didn't realise that I was up wind from him. My pussy started juicing almost instantly and I guess the heat and moisture released the well-aged stink in the crotch of my underwear. It drove old Romeo bananas. He jumped up and put his heavy paws on my shoulders and licked my face. I always liked the feel of his hot, doggy tongue on my mouth and that day, for some reason, it was especially sloppy.

After taking a quick look to make sure no one was hanging over the fence, watching us, I let him slip his tongue in my mouth. He really started whining then and I could feel his ass starting to flip. He got off me and I got a glimpse of the biggest chunk of dog dick a girl could ask for, hard, red and slimy. Then his nose was rooting in under my skirt, mashing up against my clit, snorting over the dewy slot of my pussy. His tongue lapped at my thighs and sent tingles flying up over my tits. So hot and wet! And he was after the source of the stinky stink.

Snuffling and whining, he bathed the nasty crotch of my panties in hot slobber. I came right there, standing up in full view of my folk's upstairs bedroom window.

When it was over, I got really scared. I was afraid someone might've seen the big dog licking in under my dress, and me standing there bow-legged, knees shaking, letting him slurp my pussy. Poor Romeo got left hanging that afternoon, but it wouldn't always be like that… not if I had anything to do with it.

So having learned what made the Shepherd's cock come to attention every time I brought a goodie over to him. I slipped on a real stinky pair of panties. I was training him real good, only neither of us were aware of it. Pretty soon, nasty undies or not, every time he saw me he sprung a boner of sorts.

Wally noticed what was going on, I'm sure, but he didn't ever make a joke about it or draw Lenore's attention to the miraculous event that occurred whenever I walked into the room.

The only time he came close to mentioning it was the evening the two of them were leaving for their cabin, leaving me in charge of my Romeo.

Lenore was out of the room and Wally came over and put his arm around me, real fatherly. He smiled at his panting dog and hugged me a little.

Then he said. "You treat him right, Polly, and he'll treat you right."

That's all he said. Maybe I just imagined the meaning behind his words.

I don't know. But they sure made my pulse rate skyrocket and my face blush.

When the Baxters finally left, I went back over to our house and told Mom that I was going to sleep over at the Baxters and watch the place while they were away. She said I could watch just as good from our house. I told her I'd promised them and made a little scene and she gave in. After all those weeks of waiting for a chance at Romeo, I would've made a real big scene to get my way.

I went upstairs and dug out my special pair of panties. Super-stinkies!

The one I'd been saving for three weeks. I pulled them on and grabbed my pillow and ran over to my new lover's house.

Was my head ever spinning! Romeo came up as I opened the front door, his tongue hanging out, a happy dog. I locked the door and chained it and when I turned around, I got a wonderful surprise. A hot, horny dog nose right on the cunt!

"Ooh, Romeo," I crooned, stroking his soft pointed ears. I opened my legs and let him shove his nose way in between my thighs. He snorted hot air into the nasty crotch band, through it and into the folds of my juicy twat. Then he burrowed down further and snuffled at my asshole.

Talk about thrills!!! His big doggy head was mostly hidden under my skirt and his slippery jowls were dragging over my thighs. "Ooooh, SO good!" I groaned as his tongue lapped as my fork.

He was slobbering up a storm. After three, butt-hole to clit slurps, my panties were covered with hot drool, actually soaked through and stuck to my aroused little pussy. He kept whining and grunting, making my fat lips vibrate from the blasts of scorching hot air. I leaned way over his broad back and slid my hands through his dense, silky fur. He smelled so doggy good, so wonderfully woodsy. My hands slid under his well-sprung ribcage, meeting around the base of his hairy cock pod.

Incredible waves of joy lashed over my cunt as he slid his tongue in under my crotch-strap, as my trembling fingers closed around the slimy, red hot shaft of his cock.

God! He was SO BIG! It was scary holding so much cock in my little hand.

Scary and fabulous. I gave his slippery pud a long, loving squeeze and was rewarded by the touch of his tongue tip at the entrance to my pussy.

The soft, hot-buttered velvet feel of my cunt drove the animal crazy. He started growling and nibbling at the crotch-strap like he was after fleas. The touch of his teeth so close to my juicy little sex hole made my knees go to rubber. I pushed up off him and rolled the sopping panties down my quivering thighs.

"That's better, isn't it, Romeo?", I said, holding onto his neck as he began licking my split in earnest. I had to bite my lips to keep from screaming. Such a hot, wide tongue he had! So sloppy wet! It lambasted my turgid cunt, mashing over my buzzer and fuck-mouth, making the juice gush from deep inside me. In seconds he had my whole pussy swollen, sagging open, tight little hole slick and ready for a big meal of his dog dick.

But we were right by the front door… if anyone should knock… my Mom! I scooted forward, sliding hot pussy up Romeo's soft muzzle, over his forehead and down his wide back. I headed back for the bedroom and I didn't have to call the horny hound. He was after me like a bullet, scaring me by snarling and baring his fangs and nipping me on the legs and naked buns. As I ran to the bedroom, for a second, I was really afraid that I'd started something I couldn't control. He was a powerful animal! He could tear me to shreds in his passion!

I jumped up on the bed as I rolled over, Romeo landed beside me. His tongue washed my face in hot, cunt-stinky slobber. I tried to hang on to his neck, but he jerked his head away.

God!! He dove into my naked pussy, sliding his tongue up and down my puffy slot. I gripped my knees and lifted my thighs, spreading them as far as they'd go, letting him eat every square inch of my cunt. The Baxters had trained him well. He knew right where to go. I stiffened as his long tongue lurched up my tube, shoving back the walls, sending mind numbing waves of pleasure up my spine.

"Yes!" I cried, whimpered, pleaded, as the big dog gobbled my cunt, spearing my hole in lunge after powerful lunge. His bristly lips were grinding into my buzzer and ZOWIE! I was coming. I threw my legs about his strong neck and rode the wildly stabbing tongue, snapping my hips into his thrusts. Such a horrible little slut I was! So eager for the feel of dog face against my sex! For dog tongue deep and flapping inside me!

When the tidal waves turned to ripples and my cunt stopped milking his tongue, I eased my cunt from around his tool. We parted company with a loud smacking sound that made my asshole flex.

I could see by the look in his sexy yellow eyes that he wanted to fuck me. But I had plans for that long slimy joint of his. Plans I'd dreamed about for weeks and weeks.

I reached under his belly and took hold of the searing red bulb.

Automatically, the big dog rolled on his side, drooling dewlaps grinning, giving me complete access to his wonderful length of meat.

Lenore must've liked to suck his cock, too. She sure had him trained good.

I couldn't stand just looking at that greasy red pole, the way it kind of slid in and out of its sheath. I threw my mouth down on it, sucking the slippery bulb way back in my throat, back past the root of my tongue into my gullet. His hips started rocking and flipping. He knew just how to make a girl feel wanted. His tool plunged in and out of my lips, stretching them out painfully from the girth at its base. My mouth repeatedly bumped into the furry pod as I took every throat splitting inch of cock he had to give.

The sweet doggy taste of his dick flooded my skull, making a river of juice and drool belch from my pussy as my sex muscles began to contract and convulse. Then it happened. Incredible sticky waves of hot come spurted from his cock, filling my mouth, my throat, choking me in dog chowder. I swallowed and swallowed and could not keep up with the pulsing tide. Long gobs of doggy squirt flew from my nose, burning the hell out of my sinuses. It was all I could do to keep from barfing.

Romeo's ass went nuts, shoving cock in and out of my face in a greasy blur.

Then, as quickly as it began, it was over. I licked the gooey strands up, cleaning up every speck of his gummy stuff. I sucked his cock clean, and kept right on sucking until it was hard as a tree limb and just as thick.

What I needed was some of that stiff meat up my pussy. Just like in the candid photograph. And the big Shepherd must have had E.S.P. or something because he knew exactly what I wanted.

I let his long, needle nosed cock slide from between my lips and gave his shiny black balls a tender squeeze.

He was up on his feet in a flash, back at my cunt, growling and whining, lapping up an electric storm. I held my legs apart, as before, and let him go to town, burrowing his tongue deep up my pussy, snorting hot blasts of air into clit and pisser.

Every hair on my pussy was plastered down by his sticky slobber. And the rasping, grinding pressure of his tongue made my pussy lips see-saw over one another.

Somehow I got on my belly. Romeo never broke stride. He kept up the lickety-split action like some kind of machine. Only then, he was licking my cunt from behind. Cunt and asshole in long hot slurps that made me chew the sheets.

Suddenly, I felt the warm, wonderful weight of his hairy body on my back and I stuck my ass up in the air, giving him all the hot access he could want.

I felt the spear-point slap against my cunt. He'd missed on the first lunge, animal hips too eager, snapping too soon. His hot cock nudged against the slick lips of my pussy and my face burned with fuck-need.

The next thrust was too high. It struck me between cunt and asshole, a stinging, wrenching blow. I yelped in pain, my whole body pitched forward on my face from the shock of impact. The tip of his cock kind of bent then slipped down, right down in the pocket.

As soon as I felt the bulb at the entrance to my pussy, I flipped my ass up, driving the huge thing past straining cunt-mouth and in the depths of my tube. I wanted to make sure he wouldn't slip out.

His slipping out was something I had nothing to worry about. When his dick-head popped into the slippery confines of my pussy, he went berserk. His hips flipped twice and I stifled my scream of pain by ramming more sheet in my mouth. His huge dog cock spitted me, filled me to the splitting point. I couldn't believe anything could be so long and thick. His jaws clamped on my neck. Just like in the photo, and his forelegs, locked about my chest, holding me at the right angle for his maximum pleasure.

Trapped like that, held spitted on the cock of a great, hairy, snarling beast, I felt no more lust, no more pain, only pure and simple terror.

My cunt squeezed at his gross shaft and he started to screw me. Slow at first. Dragging his cock out a millimetre at a time, drawing my tightly stretched cunt-lips far from my mound, making the tube suck at his deeply buried bulb. My guts felt like they were being torn out. Then he was pushing it back in, driving my swollen cunt in on itself, shoving every inch of cock back in me until the fuzzy sheath nuzzled against my pussy's entrance.

Gradually he picked up speed. His drool was running down the outside of my throat and the bed started squeaking as he flipped his hips faster.

My cunt tightened up, then went all sloppy. I could feel wave after wave of hot juice burbling out over his plunging shaft, easing the way for the next twat-busting lunge. Faster and faster. And suddenly I was lifting my ass to meet his wild thrusts, relishing the squishy impact of dog dick sliding home. There was a bee buzzing in my skull and the droning got louder and louder and my mound was on fire, a liquid, coruscating blaze that engulfed cunt, ass, belly, everything.

"Yes! Yes! Yessssss!" I cried into the covers, humping like a bitch in heat, giving the big Shepherd all the pussy he could handle.

The feel of his hairy body on my back, the fuzz rasping over my asshole, the plunging cock churning up my folds, working my pussy into an absolute come-dither, was too much. I whinnied and wailed, pounded the bed with my fists, as the heat of my orgasm washed over my mound.

Romeo could sense what's happening and he needed no E.S.P. to do so. My cunt was milking his cock like crazy… long sexy pulls that grew stronger and stronger until he was yelping and whining and fucking me so hard that the bed's headboard was bashing into the wall.

It wasn't surprising that in the midst of the squirming, quaking melee I missed the sound of the back door being opened. The stabbing dog cock was making me come over and over, like a record with a scratch, gibbering the same delirious three note melody into the rumpled covers.

But even with my face buried in the bedspread, my mind melting like a Fudgsicle in Death Valley, I could not miss the flash.

The whole darn room exploded in white light and I jerked my head up from the bed in panic. Romeo was pod deep in my cunt and driving like a long haul trucker. I snapped my head around, and through the haze of come-frenzy I saw Wally Baxter and his lovely wife Lenore. Then the camera he was holding flashed again. Another golden memory of sodomies past. I tried to shake the humping beast off my ass, but it was impossible. We were locked together until doggy come time.

"Oh, God!!" I bawled in shame and fear, unable to restrain the raising of my sloppy buns to meet the wonderful cock thrusts Romeo was force-feeding my gushing pussy.

"What did I tell you honey?" Wally laughed. cocking his polaroid for another candid shot. "The little cunt couldn't wait a minute to get all that pooch-prick up her muff."

"Uh-huh," Lenore said, looking at me and Romeo with a funny, far off gaze in her eyes.

Wally leaned down and took a close up of my puffy cunt gobbling dog dick. It was then I noticed his zipper was undone and his cock, a thick pink banana with a red mushroom cap, was sticking out of his fly. I groaned as I saw his hand drop down to his own pud, shoving a tight fist down over straining shaft. "She's a tight little fuck, isn't she, boy?" he said to the drooling, humping dog. His hand flew up and down the stiff bone of his dick, making white stuff ooze from the strangulated head.

"Hey! Lenore! What're you doing?" he asked, looking up at his wife.

Lenore said nothing, but was unzipping the front of her jeans and taking off her blouse.

"Ohh-wee, baby!!!" Wally claimed. "Are we gonna have us a time. Wait'll I get another roll of film!!" He rushed from the room, hard cock bobbing lewdly.

But Lenore had no intention of waiting. I watched, grunting and groaning under the lunges of the big dog, coming still with every cunt bottoming thrust. Coming apart at the seems.

The small woman stripped of her bra, letting her heavy, mocha tipped tits fall free. Then she rolled her bikini panties down over her slim thighs, exposing a super hairy bush of brown fuzz. She walked over to the bed and patted her dog.

I couldn't believe this was happening. Not to me. The fucking. The insane, drawn out orgasm. And now… this lovely woman climbing up on the bed, squirming her way in between me and the head board, opening her naked thighs right under my face. I was inches away from that brown bush. I could see the fat pink slit underneath the fuzz and I could smell the foxy, woman scent of her cunt.

She gave me a little time for further thought. Gripping me by the hair, she lifted my face and scooted her ass in under it. When she had my mouth where she wanted it, she spread her thighs so wide that her knees touched the bedspread. And then she pulled my mouth down.

I fought at first, straining against the hand that caught my hair, but it was useless. She had all the leverage. I suddenly found myself nuzzling my mouth into the juicy lips of another woman's pussy. The powerful lunges Romeo was giving me from behind sent my mouth sliding across the funky folds, making them pucker and pout, making them part, exposing the deep red and slippery gash of her tube.

The stink, the feel, the mind-boggling orgasm I was having, all played a part in my undoing. I found myself licking, sucking, chewing on the hairy lips of Lenore's pussy. I buried myself in her folds. Finding her buzzer was easy as pie. It stuck out from the apex of her slit like a little flagpole. I sucked at it in a frenzy, delighting in the way it made her round butt lift off the bed, made her knees flap against the spread.

Then the flashbulbs started popping again, and Wally was whispering in my ear, telling me how fantastic I looked, what a great fuck and suck I was giving. The whole time he was jerking off. I could hear the rustle of his trousers and the growing passion creep into his voice.

Things were getting hotter and hotter. The bed sounded as if it was going to collapse. I had Lenore's pussy slopping wet with my drool, and it'd stopped melting like cunt and started smelling like my slobber so I drove deeper, down into her juicy hole for some of the real stuff. She gripped my head with both hands, hauling me down harder making my tongue surge deeper.

And then the bed groaned as yet another body climbed aboard. It was Wally. Wally without any clothes on. Wally with an immense, congested, up-curving erection. "Got the camera set on a tripod… automatic shutter," he said huskily, hunkering down in front of his wife so she could suck on his cock.

And suck she did, taking the whole swollen thing down her throat, making her cheeks puff in and out as she sucked it.

"Is everybody ready?" Wally yelped, leaning over and smacking the wheezing Romeo on the ass.

At the sting of the blow the dog butt leaped, his nuts flexed, and my cunt washed by the thick waves of his spurt. Somewhere above my joy, a flashbulb exploded.

I felt Lenore's pussy tighten about my tongue and looked up to see Wally dragging his slobbery, oozing cock from her face. Another flash.

He stuffed his cock into the sloppy morass of Lenore's pubes, right under my nose. And it began squirting. Long, agonisingly slow pulses of sperm oozed from his slit. Flash. It squirted down in the hot, sloppy red valley of her cunt, down over my lips and then I was lapping it up, taking up every milky drop, eating it faster than he could unload it, working my way up the hairy cleft to clamp my lips around the shooting dick head to suck. Flash! To suck. Flash! SUCK!!!

When it was finally all over, I felt like an over-cooked noodle. My poor little pussy was bright red from all the abuse heaped on it by Romeo's great cock. My face was all gooey with male and female juice. And with dog juice, too. Lenore and I took a long hot bath together and she and I talked about what had happened.

I guess after, the fuck fever had left the Baxters, they were afraid I might tell my folks, and my folks might go to the police. Doing what they've done to a young girl like me was real dangerous. I told Lenore not to worry, that the last people in the world I'd tell would be my folks. And besides, I said, feeling for her wonderful pussy in under the soapy suds, I had a great time. I never realised that two girl could have so much fun together. She actually blushed when I said that and I knew I'd said exactly the right thing.

When she reached under water to diddle my pussy, I didn't stop her.

After all I wanted to stay on the good side of her, so I could keep seeing Romeo. Anyway, it did feel nice. She had very soft, very skilful hands. Before I knew it I was shuddering against her soapy tits, coming around her plunging, doubled fingers.

All four of us had some fun times together, in every combination you could imagine. Unfortunately Wally decided to quit his position with the phone company and take an offer he got with some advertising agency in Hollywood. So our little fuck-fests came to an end after about a year.

The Baxters promised to keep in touch with me and send me photos and things. Wally said after I graduated high school he could help me get a job modeling in Hollywood. He said that I had a perfect ingenue face and figure. My Mom's ears really perked up at the mention of Hollywood… if the dear thing only knew!