Chapter 15

Dog Handling

I recognised the dog’s breed as a Pointer and he had a youthful playful look about him. Even though concealed, I noticed his prominent cock. He was a young randy dog on the prowl for a bitch; and Rachel had wandered onto his patch at dusk.

Thence observed by the dog, Rachel had chosen her spot for her finger-fuck; and having reclined against the trunk of a leaning tree, had spread her thighs to commence masturbation; thereby exposing her juicy cunt to the dog!

Linda’s daughter was not the first young bitch to tempt the prowling Pointer in such a fashion but even so, the hound was not prepared for the girl’s previous dog handling experience; and I have read, that some female’s do have a dormant urge to bitch for a dog; simply waiting to be sprung?

Although he’d certainly startled the fourteen-year old, she’d quickly regained her cool; stroking his head, kissing his nose; and cooing to him while she resumed masturbating! It was at this juncture I focused my smart-cam onto the unlikely, eager for sex pair.

The young slut then offered her primed cunt to the dog’s nose while her hand began fondling his expanding red phallus. She had both the hound and myself spellbound and I too now continued masturbating in earnest.

Although the Pointer had clearly tried to mount and shaft my niece from behind, it was she who was suddenly in charge and calling the shots.

What Rachel now conducted, was a sixty-niner exchange; cunt juice for doggy cum!

She certainly knew what she wanted, and how to get it; as though she’d done it before?

The canine chomped at her juicy snatch like his first meal in days; while she did much the same with his cock in her mouth. And I could see the sweat glisten on her face as she swallowed!

The jolt I’d got from seeing that depraved act was enough for me to climax heavily on. I felt spent then and rather guilty.

As I stealthy left the scene and made my way back to the cabin, my hand kept reassuring me that my smart-cam was safely stowed in my pocket and my imagination ran wild at the prospect of what I may have captured.

I now realised that Linda had made quite a slut out of her daughter ... and all the tossing of her nose in the air at me, had been a charade. The trouble was I yearned for my Linda all the more so. ~

When Racey had made it back to the Cabin after sunset, she’d found me already in my bunk feigning slumber.

She had no knowledge of what I had witnessed her doing in the woods; and also remained unaware of the Dog Rape reports Arnold had shared with me. I’d figured it best to let sleeping dogs lie. ~

After my early night I’d risen by early dawn; pulled on a track suite and set off on a jog; encircling the camp-site. Through some trees I’d seen a nearby farmstead; was it the dog’s home?

Then finding myself back at the camp-site, old Arnold had caught sight of me and invited me into his den where we shared our banter over breakfast. Then I got back to our Cabin to begin organizing our departure. ~

Arnold waved us off cheerfully as we pulled out of Camp EasyGo later that morning, “Now you two get back here again real soon! Ya here me now!” he yelled after us.

The drive home was as enjoyable as outward-bound had been. Racey seemed in a buoyant mood; as though temporarily released from from her nagging pent up urges.

I too felt I had crested on a wave.

Things had happened real good for ‘Uncle Bradley’ this past week and I looked forward to basking in congratulatory praise from my sister Linda and her husband upon their return from Scotland.