Chapter 6

Delores didn't notice at first that Mike was fucking their daughter more often than herself and, after a few months when the fact dawned on her, she accepted it. It turned her on to see her young daughter as she was taught new things, dildo-fucking, eating, sucking and so on but by the time Mabel was sixteen Delores was beginning to feel left out. Still it was another two years before she managed to express her reservations to her husband.

"I'm sorry Delores. I was being inconsiderate. It's just... well... no, there's no excuse. Do you want me to stop... I mean, with her?"

"No Mike. I know that men like young girls... but it's kind of insulting."

"C'mon Delores... You know there's nobody better than you... and I love you. I love Mabel too, but it's different."

"Do you know if she's tried it with anyone else?" It was Saturday and their cheerleader daughter was off to the football game. Mike's hand was up under his wife' skirt and he was on the way to quelling Delores' doubts about her desirability.

"She says not. She thinks the guys her own age are too grabby."

Few women would have been as understanding as Delores and, after a steamy session first with the dildo and then with Mike's thick cock, they reached an understanding. Once a week with Mabel and, as soon as she was eighteen, they'd get her an apartment nearby.

Mabel sensed a change in her relationship with her father and, although once a week was not enough for the libidinous lass she saw no guys that she wanted to pursue a relationship with. On her seventeenth birthday she was given a dog as a pet. Delores and Mike would have been amazed at how much their daughter enjoyed the gift, but that enjoyment really happened later, after Mabel had moved out on her own.

Pal was the name Mabel chose for her pet, never dreaming how much a pal he would turn out to be. He was a cute, little shorthaired puppy, a Rotweiler, but he didn't remain little for very long. His Mistress took good care of him, bathing him regularly, taking him for walks twice a day and talking to him as if he was human. It was a dog's life, a wonderful dog's life, and it was destined to become even better.

Mabel's apartment, which was her birthday present when she turned eighteen, was just the right size for the two of them. It was on the ground floor and had one bedroom and a small, enclosed garden area in back. There was an alcove where Mabel studied, a living room with a big chair and a sofa and a small bedroom with a big bed where her Dad joined her once a week. Joined her in the way she'd learned to love.

The teenager didn't know much about dogs but during Pal's puppyhood she'd learned lots, much of it from the dog sites on the Web. And, shortly after she and Pal began to live alone together, her learning took her on a different and strangely erotic course.

It didn't happen all of a sudden. Mabel was a cuddler as evidenced by her climbing into bed with her parents. If she'd had an older brother it's very unlikely that she'd have kept her cherry until her piano teacher plucked it for she certainly would have found opportunity to cuddle with her brother and her inherent sensuality would have guaranteed the outcome. But that's all idle conjecture. Even before she moved away from home she had taken her puppy to her bed. Then, when she began living alone (except, with Pal, she was not really alone) he became her constant bedtime companion even though, by then, he had become a large dog.

Three years of being regularly fucked two or three times a week by her skilled cocksman father had given the girl an appetite for sex. The once a week sessions with him after the move left her in an almost constant state of hunger for more. Twice she had tried it with a classmate, a Jock of some renown in their school, but his quick-triggered performance had left her frustrated. Still, she never though about her loving pet as a sexual companion despite his obvious affection for her, his Mistress.

But Pal was maturing. It's unlikely that the year old puppy had felt anything like sexual desire for his wonderful Mistress but one Saturday as she was getting ready to take him for his daily walk he had felt a strange new urge in his belly and for reasons that he didn't truly understand he'd wrapped his forelegs around the girl's long thigh and had humped his lower belly against her, seeking some unknown kind of release.

Mabel got a kick out of her puppy's action and she guessed right away what he was doing. Maybe she ought to find him a playmate? Later, as they strolled through the park, a rather rumpled, longhaired dog came close to them. Pal and the other dog made their acquaintance in the time-tested; nose to tail fashion and Pal became a bit unruly, tugging at the leash with unusual vigor. The other dog also began to whine and whimper and it was with some difficulty that Mabel dragged Pal off with her to continue their walk.

On their return the cause of the dogs' disturbed attitude finally became apparent to the girl. The shaggy haired bitch had found another dog, one that wasn't restrained by a leash. Mabel's gaze could not escape the sight of the light brown, shorthaired dog dominating the smaller one, grabbing her neck and forcing her to stay down as he mounted her. Mabel's attention was drawn to the muscular hindquarters of the male and especially the pink tipped cylinder coming out of its sheath. Her own sex-starved loins ached with a perverse envy as she saw the male dog ram his long fuck stick into the bitch and begin to fuck her. God! What girl wouldn't want a tool like that on her lover?

Pal was almost equally excited it seemed. She had to hold him down while she watched the erotic scene. The brown dog was a total contrast to her quick-triggered classmate as he kept on and on like a jackhammer on the whining, panting bitch. They were literally locked together and as their coupled dog bodies writhed and wriggled they even ended up in an ass-to-ass position. By the time it was over and the male dog was licking off his sated female companion Mabel's pussy was wet and swollen with desire. It was only because her parents were away for the weekend that she didn't call her father and beg him to relax the once a week limitation in their fucking.

What she did do was to go on the Web with a question. One of the nice things about the Web was the complete anonymity it provided and, taking advantage of this anonymity, Mabel fired off a question to one of the Doggy Care sites she often visited.

Mabel wasn't sure what would happen. Probably she would be asked to stay away from the Site or at least to never again write to it but gripped by an odd exhilaration she wrote: "Help me. I'm horribly horny and I love my dog. Can he help?"

The response was overwhelming. Within two hours suggestions, directions and a couple of offers from male humans to alleviate her suffering inundated her e-mail. She didn't read them all but she saw enough that she knew what she'd try as soon as she went to bed.

Pal, as usual, climbed onto the bed with her, worming his way under the covers and nuzzling her with his cool, moist snout. He acted nervous at first when his Mistress's hand began to caress his lower belly, close to his never used sexual organ. She couldn't resist the overpowering urge to continue the manipulation, and continued to play with him watching in fascination as his cock started to grow and grow. He was huge! She'd had no idea that his cock was so big and she felt a little naughty as she continued massaging him. She felt nervous. Was this her own sexual energy making her feel nervous? She could feel the tension in her body build as his did and as his penis grew larger and larger she felt a strange affinity towards him, a "responsibility" to satisfy him. She could feel her heart beating faster and her breath quickened and she was amazed that as his tension built, her tension did too! When he started humping her hand and she could feel the urgency and power of his thrusts as his excitement built, hers did too!

Pal whined and rubbed his hard doggy cock against her bare hip when she took her hand away. She hugged the warm, shorthaired beast and spoke to him as if he was a human, her puppy-child. "Be a good boy, Pal. Mommy knows what you want but she's afraid of you. Now relax like a good doggy and we'll go to sleep."