Chapter 3

Poor Gina was disconsolate when her brother had to leave for military service.

After all, it was only recently that they had discovered the joy of sex together that seemed so right even though the Good Book told them it was wrong. Actually, it was Gina that found all those references in the Old Testament about brothers and sisters doing it and it not being sinful after all. It was her that convinced her brother to allow her to take him into her lot little mouth and eventually to get him to hump her like a good brother would do to help out his little sister in her time of need.

Still, her brother Sam was concerned about going straight to Hell if they continued the relationship and he did whatever he could to avoid repeating the same mistakes over and over again.

He only relented when he saw her being abused by Pete, her favorite Pit Bull with his huge doggie dong and his taste for female humans because they were mostly good bitches when push came to shove.

Pete hadn’t met a female bitch that could refuse his tongue once offered and they always came back for more so he figured he must be doing something right when all was said and done.

It was the season for Girl Scout cookie fund raising and Gina donned her neatly pressed Girl Scout uniform once again for a quick scout of the neighborhood for cookie customers that she could add to her list of clients that she would fill orders for and deliver the products as soon as she picked them up from Girl Scout Headquarters.

Actually Girl Scout Headquarters was in the church basement that the Girls were able to use for their meetings and activities that were laid out in their annual program. She had fond memories of the low-ceilinged room that was used for the special initiation rites of her den and she always sustained a little tingle down below whenever she entered that room because it reminded her of her happiest moments and her shocking humiliation at the stunts the den mistress required of all new members regardless of age or rank.

It was there that she had met the club mascot, a large black Doberman with an inquisitive snout and a huge doggie dong that obscenely extended whenever it was around one of the prime Girl Scout bitches in heat.

The other girls had giggled at the fact that Donna was wearing official Girl Scout panties with the drawings of various dog breeds and the motto “Be Prepared” on the back where her ass crack was seen through the sheer fabric.

Mister Big the Doberman was on her immediately sniffing her thin panties and licking her silly ass crack and her pretty snatch covered only with a light dusting of pubic hairs to show she was a woman and not a little girl. Two of the older girls had held her arms stretched over the back of the leather sofa as she wiggled like a worm on a hook.

Slowly the black Doberman circled her and she saw his thing was grown almost six inches longer in that short period of time. Donna twisted her hips this way and that way but his snout kept honing in on her pungent pucker hole and he licked it until she had a mini-orgasm in her heated slit just thinking about his long doggie dong inside her.

Then, suddenly, the dog rose up on his hindquarters and wrapped his front paws around her shoulders. The heavy weight of the dog caused her to quiver with excitement because she could easily imagine what she must had looked like to the onlookers with her official Girl Scout panties down around her ankles and her absolutely naked stark white ass cheeks trembling in fear of the huge doggie dong behind her.

It was the first time she had ever even though of the possibility that a dog could mate with a human female and she never had thought that she would be in the position of being spread open for a huge dog’s pleasure.

The Doberman mounted her with practiced ease.

He had been doing this for years in the church basement where the girl’s screams of outrage and fear could not be heard in the soundproof rooms with no windows.

Mister Big’s doggie dong bounced against her already wet slit probing into her vibrating clitoris and finally back in the soft area of her vagina stretching her almost virginal flesh to the maximum and entering her just enough for him to cover his bullet head with the juice of her naughty thoughts.

The other girls were cheering the dog on with their nasty voices telling him to give it to her nice and hard and make her his bitch under the full control of his demanding yet flexible shaft.

Donna was at first outraged. Then, her anger turned to disgust. Her disgust was at herself. She knew she liked it. That realization filled her soul with shame at her internal depraved thoughts and the fact the dog was hitting her tingle trigger with his oversized doggie dong making her gasp and quickly approach her final release. She knew that it would not be pretty because she usually became a wild animal when she was going into a full-blown orgasm. It was something all the females of her family had in common and she had often peeked through the keyhole at her mother bending over for the Saint Bernard that covered her shuddering naked body with his heavy coat of fluffy hair that hid his resolute hardness from the keyhole and Donna’s intense gaze with her hand moving frantically between her legs like a piston on a huge Detroit engine with lots of horsepower.