Saturday In Suburbia: Part 1

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Synopsis: While weeding the garden, Lisa spies on some naughty activities next door, her neighbor is being fucked by her dog in the backyard. By bravesirrobin. (Edited with Ginger)

 

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By bravesirrobin (Edited with Ginger)

It was a beautiful late spring day and Lisa was in her backyard weeding the landscaping. Like all the homes in the subdivision she had a high privacy fence around the yard and Lisa was working on the fence line between her and her neighbours Tammy and Greg, a couple in their mid-thirties that had moved in over the winter. They were friendly, but Lisa had not had too much interaction with them yet.

Tammy and Greg were working in their backyard as well and Lisa could hear them over there discussing where to plant flowers and other typical yard work subjects. But as she neared the centre of the fence separating their yards Lisa could tell that Tammy and Greg were arguing. They were doing that sort of under-your-breath yelling that conveyed the intensity without any volume so Lisa could not tell what they were arguing about. But her curiosity was now engaged. Sitting back on her knees, Lisa saw a knothole in one of the fence boards, about 2 1/2 feet off the ground, right on the edge between two boards. Walking forward on her knees a couple feet, she came to the hole and, feeling a bit guilty for doing so, peeped through.

Greg was wearing a white T-shirt and jeans and some leather work boots. Tammy was looking cute for yard work in a tight shorts, a tube top that accented her lovely breasts and her hair was tucked up into a white golf visor. Greg was pointing at her, lecturing her gruffly about something, and Tammy was managing to glare back at him even as she pouted like a scolded child. Lisa could see her face because Greg was standing so his back was toward Lisa, though at a slight angle. It was suddenly obvious that Greg said something that made Tammy angry because her eyes widened, her hands became fists that she pushed straight at the ground in petulant defiance and she stomped past Greg toward the house.

Suddenly Greg grabbed her by the arm and spun her around. He grabbed the front of her tube top and yanked upward with such force it lifted Tammy off the ground until her arms were forced up over her head to let the top over her. Her visor flew off and strawberry blond hair fell down around her freckled shoulders. She stood before him, topless, and her defiance was gone. Her manner was now completely submissive. Lisa could not take her eyes from the scene unfolding before her. The two had switched places and she looked past Tammy’s shoulder and the shapely curve of her right breast at Greg’s face. He smiled through gritted teeth at her then reach up with both hands and grabbed both of her nipples.

Lisa could see his arm muscles tighten with the force he was applying as he pinched her hard, and with a twist and downward pull, drove Tammy to her knees. Tammy whimpered and followed that vicious tug to the ground. But Greg kept pulling lower and Tammy bent at the waist until her face was on the grass, like a slave before her master. Lisa’s own nipples ached against the inside of her bra, hardening to tight buds and Lisa did not know if it was sympathy pains for Tammy or arousal at what Greg was doing to her.

Greg lowered himself to a crouch on the back of Tammy’s shoulders, pinning her to the ground. Tammy’s backside now was facing Lisa so she got a tantalizing view as Greg leaned forward and slid Tammy’s shorts back off her hips and down her thighs to her knees. Lisa gasped. Though they had been doing yard work, it was not that hot a day. Tammy’s panties were slick with moisture, clinging and outlining her lips and Lisa knew it was as much Tammy’s arousal as sweat from work. She felt herself getting wetter down there as well and just noticed herself gently tracing one of her nipples through her top. She reaches up under her shirt and slip her hand under her bra to touch her nipple and her knees quivered with the sensation. She looked back through the knothole.

Greg now slid Tammy’s panties down to the thighs to her knees as well, letting Lisa look at her bare backside and glistening pussy. Lisa was shocked at what happened next. Apparently so caught up in the moment that he forgot about the neighbours hearing, or perhaps deciding he did not care, he brought his hand down in a powerful slap on Tammy’s rear end. Again and again, from one cheek to another, Greg brought those resounding slaps. Lisa’s began to tingle as the full reality ran through her. Greg was spanking his wife for disobedience right in the backyard.

Tammy wriggled, but only a bit, and clenched the grass as Greg administered the spanking. When he stopped Lisa sat back from the knothole. She had heard about couples in the ‘lifestyle’ before, and had read a few stories, shamefully fantasizing about being a submissive or slave, but had never encountered it. Yet here it was, being played out right before her eyes. Her hand slid down her stomach, found the waist band of her shorts and kept going.

Her pussy was soaking wet, and her lips were so sensitive she shuddered as her fingers slid down, making a ‘V’ on either side of her swollen clit. Just that bit of side pressure on her engorged button made her swoon, and she gently rubbed up and down, not touching it directly, because she was afraid she would come. She leaned forward and looked again through the knothole.

Greg finished his spanking and admired her reddened ass. Gently stroking her lovely round cheeks, he did something Lisa never expected, he whistled.

Tammy squeaked “No.”

The couple’s Boxer, Rowdy, came padding into view, looked at Tammy’s available backside and started to stick his nose up to her. Tammy squealed and threw her legs out, dropping flat on her stomach.

Greg smiled, an evil smile, and proceeded to slap her rump again, harder than ever, saying, “Don’t you do that. Get that ass back up there. You do as you’re told.”

Rowdy, not wanting any part of that backed away, and Greg spanked Tammy until she wiggled back up on her knees, with her backside high in the air. Not so easy with her shorts and panties still right around the bend in her knees. Greg whistled again and Rowdy quickly returned. He began snuffing at Tammy’s sex, then without preamble began to lick her aggressively, enjoying her salty sweat and certainly the taste of her sex. Tammy quivered under that tongue’s assault and rocked backwards involuntarily as the sensations overwhelmed her.

Lisa could not believe what she was seeing. Her hand was dipping deep into her wet pussy now, a slow rhythm from inside her, up to her aching clit, and back down and inside her again. She watched Rowdy lick Tammy and wondered what that must feel like. Rowdy was becoming more excited. Lisa could tell because he was starting to hunch his hind quarters and she could see the red tip of cock poking out of his sheath.

Suddenly Rowdy rose onto the back of Tammy. Tammy made an indescribable noise, muffled by the grass, as Rowdy’s front legs latched onto her, wrapped around her waist as he probed for her pussy. His thrusting was manic, desperate, as he tried to find that warm wet spot in his bitch. He poked her lips, he poked her high near her pretty little ass, and he probed low, banging against her clit. Tammy, who seemed to be fearful of this at the beginning, now adjusted herself to make her pussy more accessible to the dog, longing at this point for his penetration. Rowdy finally found that spot and with three lightning fast lunges his cock plunged two, then six, then fully into Tammy’s hot pussy.

Tammy moaned with such an animal sound that Lisa moaned herself. She heard the sound of Rowdy fucking Tammy, wet, sucking sounds as he stretched her wide to accept his large cock. A steady stream of fluid ran down Tammy’s pussy lips and drizzled from her clit. Lisa’s hand worked furiously at her own pussy, feeling her orgasm coming on as she watched this taboo show.

Lisa could see a small knob at the base of Rowdy’s cock that was swelling, and just passing in and out of Tammy’s well used opening. Suddenly it passed all the way in with one powerful thrust and Rowdy did not pull it back out. His thrusting slowed and stopped. He rested on Tammy’s back and Tammy put a hand through her legs, ran it up her pussy and let herself feel that doggie cock disappearing inside of her. Then her hand lowered a bit to her clit, and with a couple of circular motions she kicked off her orgasm.

Her swollen pussy convulsed and relaxed and convulsed again on Rowdy’s knot. Though Lisa knew Rowdy is already spurting deep inside Tammy’s belly, the vision of her in the throes of orgasm virtually milking dog cum from Rowdy’s prick seemed so wanton. So taboo, and so beautiful that Lisa’s own orgasm hit her more powerfully than ever before. She bit her and thrust her hips, grinding her pussy against her hand as she tried to imagine that beautiful animal cock filling her with an endless amount of cum.

Looking back through her peep hole Lisa saw Greg stroking Tammy’s hair and back and speaking to her gently. Tammy was clenching the grass and whimpering in ecstasy. And Rowdy was facing Lisa. He had thrown a leg over Tammy’s back and was standing there backside to backside with his cock still stuck in Tammy’s pussy. He started to pull forward and Tammy moaned, her pussy lips tugged outward by the doggie knot inside her. Rowdy waited a moment and then tugged again and this time that large knot came through with a wet sound and Tammy let out a guttural groan as his cock slipped free of her and stream of his cum poured from her abused pussy.

Rowdy walked across the yard and laid down, licking himself. Greg rose to his feet, said something to Tammy and then walked toward the house, out of sight. Tammy laid there for a few minutes, little spasms still running through her. Lisa kept watching her, little spasms still running through her as well, sharing her orgasm with Tammy, who had unknowingly helped provide it. Finally, Tammy leaned back on her knees and rose to her feet, a bit unsteadily. Her shorts and panties, which had caught much of Rowdy’s cum as it ran from her, fell to her ankles and she kicked them off, now completely naked in her yard.

She took a couple steps toward the house, then turned and sidled up to the fence. Lisa sat perfectly still, panic hitting her as Tammy came right up to the knot hole. Tammy’s bare pussy was now just a couple feet away and as Lisa watched Tammy stood with her feet spread a couple feet apart and suddenly another huge volume of cum dribbled out of her beautiful pussy and down one thigh.

Suddenly, she squatted and looked through the knot hole at Lisa. “When you want to try it, honey, just come over and let me know,” she said with a smile. “We can do it when Greg is not around if you like.”

And with a wink, Tammy rose and went into her house. Lisa leaned back on her knees, bit her lip and thought about what just happened. Then she thought to herself that it was about time to get to know her neighbours.

*****

For two weeks Lisa had suffered from what she called a ‘gutless obsession’. She could not stop playing the scene through her mind. Her, kneeling in her flower bed, masturbating furiously. A knothole in the fence like a ‘Nickelodeon Peep Show’ playing a scene of wanton depravity on the other side of that fence. Lisa’s neighbour was a slave. Or a submissive, Lisa did not know all the terminology. But Tammy had been spanked, hard, by her husband Greg, for a pouting fit. And then he had forced her to let their dog, a boxer named Rowdy, have sex with her. Fuck her. Breed her. Lisa was not sure what to call that either. But it fascinated her. Tammy had somehow known Lisa was watching and had even invited her to come and try it for herself.

Lisa felt gutless because she had not been able to do it. For two weeks she had told herself almost every day that she was going to go over there. Each day would find her on her couch trying to work up the courage. She had admitted to herself that she wanted to try it. But she could not make herself do it. She would go over and say, “Hi, Tammy. Does that offer still stand?”

But that was as far as she would get. She never made it to the door. She would play the scene out in her mind. Her arousal would spread through her and soon she would be playing with herself. Again. She could not remember a time when she played with herself so much. And for the last two weeks she almost hadn’t stopped. Her husband, Matt, would leave for work and before his car left the driveway Lisa was imaging that muscular dog sniffing her, licking her, fucking her. She used her hands. She used toys.

She even went out and found a dildo that she guessed was about the size of Rowdy’s cock that had a suction cup on the end so she could stick it to the side of her bathtub, back up to it on her hands and knees and impale herself on it. It was almost too big but it worked. But in the end it was not the same as being fucked that way. And no matter how she tried she could not duplicate the frenzied speed with which Rowdy had fucked Tammy. Lisa wondered what Matt would think? He was by no means prudish, and they had great sex, but this was on another level.

It was Friday and Lisa was determined that today would be different. After Matt left, she had showered, refusing to play with herself even though the anticipation of what she was going to do almost overwhelmed her, and she had dressed. Her favourite ‘sexy’ bra and panties under a little black dress. She thought about grabbing the little wooden box Matt kept in the night stand and rolling up a little courage but decided against it. She went back to the side of the house where a window lets her clearly see her neighbour’s driveway and she made sure, again, that Greg was gone. She did not want him there.

Lisa went back to the front door, took several deep breaths, which put the image in her mind of skydivers waiting to leap from a plane and she laughed at herself, wondering if that was less crazy than her letting a dog have sex with her. Thinking the words almost stole her courage, but it also made her just a little wet and surprising even herself she opened her door. The walk to Tammy’s house seemed endless. She had to wave at Mrs. Eldridge, who was just now getting her morning paper. Suddenly she was at the front door. Before she could knock Tammy opened the door. No chance to escape now.

“Hey, neighbour,” Tammy said. “I was starting to think you were never going to come over and see us.”

“I… Uh…” Lisa stammered.

Tammy giggled. Then she looked at Lisa’s outfit and smiled. “It’s always so cute seeing what a newcomer wears to her first doggie date.”

Lisa’s courage fled, and she almost ran. She mumbled “I don’t think I can do this,” she said, and turned to go, but Tammy grabbed her wrist, her grip gentle but firm.

“Come inside, sweetheart. Everything’ll be okay, I promise.”

Tammy led Lisa into the family room. Zumba was up on the television screen and Lisa realized she must have interrupted Tammy right at the beginning of a workout. It was just then that she noticed Tammy was wearing a short tank over a sports bra and some loose shorts. Tammy turned the TV to a music channel, turned the volume down low, and sat on the couch, guiding Lisa to sit on the large ottoman/coffee table before her. She hadn’t released Lisa’s wrist.

“Why are you here?” Tammy suddenly asked.

“You… You invited me.” Lisa said, flustered by the question. “After, you know, that Saturday…”

“Don’t hem and haw. You’re here for a specific reason. You’re a grown woman. You want what you want. You sought this out. Why are you here?”

Lisa found herself tingling all over. Why is Tammy doing this, she wondered? She thought they would talk and, well, she didn’t know. She had nothing to go on. But this, Tammy had her feeling like she stood in front of a drill sergeant. Lisa wasn’t sure, but she found herself responding to it, and she thought she might like it. She decided to resist.

“Wait… I thought you were a submissive, Tammy. What I saw… I don’t understand?”

That was as tough as she could make it. Nice resistance, she thought to herself.

“I’m Greg’s submissive, not ‘A’ submissive.” Tammy said. “Now, this’ll be the third time I asked a straight forward question. If you don’t answer this time, you’ll leave.”

Tammy reached out with her other hand, took Lisa by the chin and made her look into her eyes. “Why… Are… You… Here.”

Lisa felt warm all over her body. Suddenly her choice was to simply state what she wanted or she would be dismissed. Tossed out. Denied. Somehow the thought of now being forcibly denied that which moments before she still was not sure she wanted filled her with defiant courage.

“I’m here… So that… Because I want… I think I want to… Do… What you did. So that the dog… So I can be fucked by the dog.”

Okay, maybe it wasn’t the best example of defiant courage, but she said it. Tammy grabbed a fistful of Lisa’s hair and turned her head sideways so she could speak into her ear. Lisa bit her bottom lip as Tammy spoke. “Not ‘the dog’. His name is Rowdy, and he has more status in this house than you do. Now say it again.”

“I’m here to let Rowdy fuck me.”

Lisa almost could not believe she said it. She could not believe she was being commanded this way. Nor could she believe how wet her ‘sexy’ panties were at that moment. Tammy gave her a pleased smile.

“Now, stand up and undress,” Tammy said.

Lisa’s heart pounded in her chest. The urge to run hit her and she pushed past it. The urge to pee hit her and she pushed past it. Tammy puts a foot on the ottoman on either side of her, cocked an eyebrow at her and Lisa knew she had to act. She stood and pulled the dress up over her head. She unhooked her bra and dropped it her on the ottoman. Then she slid her panties off her hips, stepped out of them and set them with her bra.

Tammy admired Lisa’s body. Lisa was a perfect Frank Frazetta woman. She was soft and curvy, not fat, but with lovely, wide hips and large breasts that hung on her frame the way breasts should without artificial support. She had a small triangle of hair above an otherwise shaved pussy that she was consciously trying not to cover with her hand, but she was failing. Her hair fell to her shoulders, and she had a curl in her mouth that she chewed on while she waited to see what happened next.

“On your knees, girl,” Tammy said. “And take off my shorts.”

Lisa knelt between Tammy’s knees because Tammy’s feet were still on the ottoman. She reached up and grabbed Tammy’s shorts and Tammy raised her hips to allow Lisa to pull them out from under her butt. Lisa had both Tammy’s shorts and panties and as she continued to pull them slowly up Tammy’s thighs she exposed the other woman’s sex. Lisa stopped with the flexible workout shorts stretched between Tammy’s spread knees. She stared at Tammy’s lovely pussy just inches from her face. Lisa had never been this close to another woman like this.

She marvelled at the scent, so close to her own, yet so intoxicating. It glistened with Tammy’s arousal and Lisa could not help but remember the last time she saw this pussy. There was a lovely dog cock inside it. And so much wetness. Lisa started to lower her mouth to taste it, almost involuntarily, then her eyes snapped up to Tammy, awaiting her command.

“Yes, that’s a good girl.” Tammy gasped. “Kiss me there, my pet.”

Lisa pushed Tammy’s knees, her shorts and panties still strung between them, back towards her chest, tilting that lovely pussy upwards. She had never done this before, but she had to taste her. Besides, she knew what she enjoyed. She dipped the tip of her tongue into Tammy’s wet vagina and then slid it in a long stroke upwards, dragging it across her urethra, between her labia and finishing with a short suckling pause on her clit. Then she sucked Tammy’s lips on the trip back down and dipping the tip of her tongue inside her she repeated the motion. Over and over Lisa nuzzled, kissed and loved Tammy’s beautiful pussy and Tammy tangled her fingers in Lisa’s hair and started to grind herself against Lisa’s eager mouth.

After a few minutes, Tammy pulled Lisa’s head away from her aching pussy by her hair. She pulled her up to her mouth, kissing Lisa fiercely and tasting herself on the other woman’s tongue. The she pulled again, forcing Lisa onto the couch beside her. Tammy dropped to the floor, kneeling between Lisa’s spread legs. Now she grabbed the triangle of pubic hair above Lisa’s pussy and tugged painfully.

“Now, spread your legs for me,” Tammy said. “Grab your knees and keep them high and wide.” She brought a stinging slap down on Lisa’s inner thigh, leaving a smart red mark. “Do you understand me?”

“Yes, I understand,” Lisa said.

She needed to feel the mouth of Tammy’s on her something awful. Instead, she received another slap, on the inside of her other thigh.

“Yes, ‘MA’AM’,” Tammy said.

“Yes, Ma’am,” Lisa quickly added.

Tammy attacked Lisa’s pussy. Lisa began to writhe under Tammy’s attention, but each time she moved Tammy would slap her tender, white thighs again and command her to hold still. Tammy spent only a couple minutes with Lisa before she leaned up. She still stroked Lisa with a finger, up and down her slit, driving Lisa crazy, as she looked over at their back door and whistled. Rowdy hammered through the large access door and ran directly to the two women. He immediately stuck his nose on the ottoman, seeking out Lisa’s panties and sniffing her scent. Then he looked at Tammy between Lisa’s legs, as she patted Lisa’s pussy.

“Here you go, boy.” Tammy said.

Lisa held her eyes shut and tried her hardest not to move as a cold nose plugged itself in her vagina, sniffing hungrily, then up, scenting each and every part of her repeatedly. Then a long, wet tongue touched her. Rowdy’s tongue was long and muscular, and there was a power to it as it ran the length of her over and over, from her asshole, dipping deep inside her vagina, and then up past her clit, its rough wetness causing no shortage of fantastic sensations each time it passed over that swollen button. His attention was urgent, and forceful, and Lisa found herself reaching down the backs of her thighs, raising her sex a little more and opening herself a little more so his wonderful tongue would reach even deeper inside her pussy.

And then Tammy was there again. She and Rowdy took turns, Tammy would target Lisa’s clit with direct attention and then move aside and Rowdy would use that wide, wonderful tongue lap at every part of her. Lisa panted breaths and pulled at her knees, trying to open herself even wider. She wanted Rowdy to explore her with that powerful tongue. Explore her to her core. When she would let herself remember that it was a dog’s tongue doing that to her the taboo of it only aroused her further. She wanted more.

Suddenly it stopped. Lisa’s pussy hummed with sensation as Tammy made Rowdy back away and sit. Tammy stood and walked out of the room with a simple command, “Follow me.”

Lisa laid there for a moment on the couch. Legs spread and soaking wet pussy exposed she took a moment to realize she was supposed to act. She stood, her legs taking her weight gingerly after being spread like they had been and she followed her mistress

Tammy led her into a large bedroom. The bed was a king, the furniture was solid hardwood and so were the floors. It was a beautiful master bedroom. Tammy pointed to a chair in the corner and told her to stand on it. Lisa stepped up on the chair, suddenly feeling very naked again, and on display. Tammy quickly shed her clothes, then opened a small chest and removed some items. She approached Lisa with some wide leather bindings which she wrapped around her legs, just above the knee. These each had one large chain link attached to them. Tammy instructed Lisa to kneel on the chair. Returning to the chest, Tammy returned with two smaller leather cuffs.

Each had a ringlet with two chains hanging from it. She commanded Lisa to present her wrists and bound each one in a cuff. Returning from the chest one final time, Tammy held a leather collar, which she fastened around Lisa’s neck. From a small loop in the front, two chain links dangled against Lisa’s throat. The leather, felt strange. Restricting, despite that it was not bound in any way. She could easily remove it all. But she dared not.

“Don’t you look the part now, pet?” Tammy said. She hooked one of the links in Lisa’s collar and pulled her off the chair. “Come here, I have a surprise.”

There was a large area rug at the foot of the bed. Tammy knelt and rolled the rug from end to the other, exposing the hardwood underneath. She also exposed a bizarre set of rings. Five rings, in a pattern not unlike the ‘5’ dots found on a dice. In front of the pattern was a padded strip. Tammy told Lisa to kneel on the pad. Lisa obeyed and Tammy quickly clipped the links hanging from the cuffs above Lisa’s knees to the nearest rings.

Tammy put her hand between Lisa’s shoulders and pushed her forward. “Hands on the floor, dear,” she said.

Lisa went down on all fours. Her hands were now each between the centre ring and the two rings in the floor opposite her knees. Because the cuffs each had two lengths of chain, Tammy was able to quickly clip one from each hand to the centre ring and the other to the outer ring. Suddenly Lisa made the realization that now she was, in fact, restrained.

She had been going along comforted by the fact that she could undo these clips at any time. Now, with her hands chained to both the corner rings and the centre ring, stuck in the middle, she could no longer reach any rings to free herself. Her heart was pounding as she came to understand that she was here, bound, nobody knew where she was and she was helpless. She felt terrified, yet electric.

Tammy knelt in front of her, cradled her face and brushed her hair out of her eyes.

“Everything’ll be alright, pet. Trust me,” Tammy said, stroking Lisa’s back softly.

She kissed Lisa then, on the lips, and then on her cheeks, kissing her tears. Lisa’s arousal, never satiated, returned and she kissed her new mistress hungrily. Tammy pushed Lisa’s head lower and Lisa kissed her breasts. Tammy pushed lower still and Lisa saw Tammy’s pussy coming toward her and prepared herself to please it again. But then she was pushed lower still, and a sudden click announced that Tammy had slipped Lisa’s collar to the middle ring in the floor. Lisa gasped. She could not raise her head from the floor. She could not move her hands and her knees were locked in place as well, with her backside raised high in the air. She shuddered.

“Oh, Tammy, I don’t know if I can,” Lisa whispered. “I…”

She was interrupted by a thump at the bedroom door and a frustrated howl from Rowdy.

“Of course you can, my dear.” Tammy said. She ran her hand down Lisa’s spine, pausing upon her lovely rump. “Let me point out that you thought about this long and hard before you voluntarily came over here, yes?”

There was another thump, then a clicking sound as Rowdy paced back and forth at the door.

“And I gave you every opportunity to change your mind and leave, didn’t I?” Tammy asked. “Well?”

“Yes, Ma’am.” Lisa said quietly.

Tammy slid her middle finger between Lisa’s buttocks, down to her clit, then slid it slowly up between her lips gathering the wetness that betrayed Lisa’s excitement.

“And clearly you’re excited. Besides, Rowdy already has your scent and taste, and one thing we don’t do, pet, is tease Rowdy.”

Rowdy jumped at the door again as Tammy rose and went to open it. Lisa was almost in a panic state. She was able to raise up on the crown of her head and peer between her legs as the door opened and Rowdy clambered in, slipping on the floor clumsily in his haste to reach Lisa’s backside. His tongue found her again, tasting her arousal as he licked her fervently. Lisa watched between her legs until she saw the red tip of Rowdy’s penis begin probing out of his sheath. Then she laid her cheek on the cool floor and grabbed a fistful of her chains with her hands.

“Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no,” she whispered.

After a few more licks she suddenly felt his weight upon her as he tried to mount her. His front paws wrapped around her hips in a fierce embrace and she felt the tip of his penis poking her in frustrated fashion as it probed for her hole. It poked her thighs, her labia, and her clit as it probed too low, and even her ass as it probed too high. The whole while she felt small jets of hot liquid striking her as he searched for her opening.

Rowdy humped urgently, searching, and finally, suddenly, felt the tip of his cock surrounded on all sides by the warm, moist folds of her vagina. The speed of his thrusts tripled as he found his mark and in less than a second those next three thrust pushed three inches, then five inches, then seven inches deep inside her. Lisa moaned out loud as she was filled and stretched as she had never been before, and she put her face to the floor but kept her ass high in the air for him. His front legs were wrapped around her waist and then down the front of her thighs, holding her in position as he thrust into her. Lisa rose back up on her head and looked beneath her, wishing she could see his cock penetrating her.

Of course, as much as she wanted to, Lisa couldn’t see where his large dog cock was actually entering her pussy. But as she looked beneath her should see Rowdy’s testicles swinging wildly as they hung between her white thighs. And she could see a steady dribble of clear fluid that was being squeezed out of her pussy, around Rowdy’s wonderful cock with each thrust, and dripping to the bedroom floor from her clit. He was lubricating her more and more, though she didn’t know that was what was happening, to prepare her for his knot.

He was swollen and much larger than her dildo at home, but she took all of him. She felt completely full, so wantonly, and naughtily well-used. Then, as she felt what she thought was the base of his penis banging against her, suddenly it slipped inside her well-fucked pussy. Stretching her even more as it entered, and then continuing to grow once it was inside her, the pain was overwhelmed by the pleasure and suddenly she felt an orgasm coming on. But this was no small release. This time the waves of pleasure wracked her body.

As her orgasm hit her, her vagina convulsed and contracted, again and again on Rowdy’s cock and his knot and with each convulsion pleasure shot through her insides. Her vision blurred and she moaned and moaned, focused on nothing but the huge penis inside her. Rowdy’s penis. It was hot, much warmer than a man’s and she could feel it jerking and spasming as it pumped her belly full of his cum. Her orgasm lasted forever. At some point she realized that Rowdy had quit thrusting, satisfied that he had tied with her well and letting his cum fill her up.

Each spurt of his cock sprayed her insides and sent another electric jolt through her pussy as her orgasm continued. A couple of times Rowdy tried to pull out, his huge knot feeling like it would turn her inside out as it tugged at her vaginal opening. She clenched her muscles hard around his cock because she wanted to keep him inside her to avoid the pain a sudden withdrawal would cause. After a couple minutes, as he had with Tammy, Rowdy threw a leg over her and turned around, rear to rear. Lisa still moaned with every exhale and she kept clenching her vaginal muscles on Rowdy’s cock, trying to examine it by her touch, trying to suck all the fluid and all the pleasure from him she could with the powerful grip of her pussy. Tammy was kneeling beside her, stroking her all over.

“How was that, pet?” Tammy asked.

“Oh God. Oh God. Oh God,” is all Lisa could say.

Tammy lets her hand wander down to the point where Rowdy entered Lisa’s pussy, tracing her finger around Rowdy’s cock so Lisa could get some sense of that connection. Then she went lower, gently massaging Lisa’s clitoris and send muscle spasms through her. For ten minutes or so Tammy kept Lisa somewhere between orgasm and unconsciousness as Rowdy continued to pump his sperm into her.

Then there was a noise, the sound of a door closing and voices in the house. Lisa panicked. She asked, “What’s that? Who is here?”

“Shhhh, don’t worry, sweet.” Tammy said, calming her. “That’s probably just Greg and your husband.”

“What?” Lisa tried to move, but of course she couldn’t. She was suddenly very aware of the dog penis still crammed inside her.

“Help me, Tammy,” she begged.

The voices came down the hallway. Lisa heard Matt.

Matt asked, “Greg, what’s going on?”

“Man, do I have a surprise for you.” Greg said.

The door opened. Lisa sobbed. Rowdy tried to run to Greg, but the connection to Lisa held. Lisa moaned like a slut.

“Lisa? What the fuck?” Matt asked.

Rowdy tugged again, trying to reach Greg and this time, with a noisy, wet ‘plop’ his cock came free from Lisa’s pussy. That sensation sent a wave of pleasure through her. The sensation of Rowdy’s long thick penis sliding rapidly from deep inside her sent another. Then the tip of his prick flicking her clit as it popped free caused her to shudder and convulse. Finally, the enormous rush of fluid that flowed from her pussy, trickling down her lips and clit, splashing down her thighs between her knees and left her sobbing into the floor. Pleasure and shame mingling into an overwhelming emotional release from which she could not recover.

She opened her eyes and saw Matt’s shoes in front of her. He knelt, reach beneath her and unclipped her collar from the floor ring, letting her rise up on her hands. He grabbed her face and made her look at him. Suddenly, Rowdy returned and began to lick her pussy clean. Her eyes screamed as she looked at her husband. But Matt smiled and stroked cheek and Lisa knew everything was okay.

She buried her face in his chest and moaned again as Rowdy’s tongue worked her over again.

 

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4 Comments on Saturday In Suburbia: Part 1

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  1. Had an amazing orgasm. I need this to continue. I never knew dog sex could be so awesome. Im gnna let my huge dane lick the fuck out of me while i masturbate its cock

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