Chapter 4

Sarah had never thought about beastiality until one drunken night of expermintation had brought out the Great Dane hidden talrnt as a cuntlapper, some time ago. The big brute had such a lovely cock and balls that naturally, the naughty girl had wondered what it would be like to fuck with him, but she had never really considered it seriously, figuring that his tongue, followed by the reward of a hand- job, was sufficient. At the time she had first decided she wanted a doggy, Sarah had had a boyfriend who, although willing and enthusiastic, had not given very good head. He had lapped and sucked away on her pussy for hours, enjoying himself, but his technique had been more enthusiastic than skillful, and Sarah couldn't manage to get her rocks off in his mouth.

Since creaming on a tongue was one of her true pleasures, it was a frustrating situation compounded by the fact that she liked the guy and didn't really want to cheat on him. Not with another guy, at least then one memorable afternoon, Sarah had thought about a dog. She had been out shopping and a tall, elegant, fashionable woman had passed her on the street, with a huge Rotweller on a leash. The dog had been trotting along with his tongue hanging out and the moment that Sarah saw that long, slick lapper, she got a thrilling idea. I wonder if that doggy laps that woman's pussy? she had thought, and naturally, she had gone on to wonder what it would feel like to have a doggy slobbering into her fuckhole. Well, she just knew it would feel wonderful, and with a dumb animal, she could get all the tongue she wanted without worrying about emotional involvement or jealousy or possessiveness. Those emotions were alien to a dog.

It would be pure pleasure without complications, and she wouldn't even be two timing her boyfriend. It was kind of naughty, of course, but no one had to know and the dumb dog sure as hell couldn't kiss and tell. Sarah had considered it for a few minutes--and then had gone directly to the nearest pet shop. She'd spent some time deciding which dog she wanted, judging them mainly by the length and thickness of their tongues. She had settled on Duke, the Great Dane, and bought him on the spot. As soon as they were back at her apartment she had commenced his training, dipping her fingers in her cunt and letting him lick them. Duke was a fast learner. Cuntjuice was ambrosia and nectar to the beast.

As soon as Sarah bared her cunt, the dog had gone to work with enthusiasm, lapping merrily away until she creamed. His cock had gotten rock-hard and his balls had ballooned. Sarah had not considered that side of it before, but as soon as she saw his enormous hard-on she realized that she had an obligation to the brute. To let those swollen balls go unemptied would be an act of cruelty to dumb animals. So, not minding at all, even thrilled by the depravity of it, Sarah had proceeded to jack the doggy off, to their mutual delight.

Things had worked out fine after that. Eventually she had broken up with her steady boyfriend, and began to play the field again, but Duke was a constant, always waiting at home, always ready to tongue-fuck Sarah when she wanted it--which was with ever-increasing frequency. But they had never done more than that. Duke had tongued her off and then she had pumped his fuckjuice out by hand. She never really expected anything more to happen. But then she had never found herself kneeling in the doggy-fucking position, with the Great Dane behind her before, either. Now horny Sarah Michelle Geller was in for a surprise--and a treat!