Zoo Seduction
By phyllisroger.
We had our meet-and-greet, but she was busy moving in. “Nice to meet my new neighbor,” I said.
She said, “Hi! Now that my furniture has arrived, I’m getting everything in shape. Why don’t you visit tomorrow afternoon, and we can open a bottle of wine and get acquainted?”
I nodded and went to my pad, wondering how ‘acquainted’ we might get. As she told me, she was this gorgeous and single.’
*****
That night I couldn’t keep my mind off my new neighbor and dreamed of sucking her off and introducing her to my sexy dog, who likes to fuck women, principally me. I wanted to try new things over a glass or bottle of wine. I would bring a bottle too to get good acquainted. I planned my outfit for that afternoon: no bra, no panties, no stockings…just my housedress, which showed off my breasts. That’s not a lot of planning, I giggled!
Her name was Vanessa, and we sat in her apartment, sipping on our fluids, making each a little warm and cozy. “Would you like to see my place?” I said, and so Vanessa and I went to my apartment. “That’s Toby,” I said as we walked inside. “He’s very friendly,” I told her. (If she only knew how friendly.)
Vanessa kneeled, cuddling his ears. He licked her face, and they briefly played with each other.
“And a good watchdog,” I said. “Sit down, and I’ll open my bottle.
“Phyllis,” she said, “maybe we’ve had enough. But, well, why not?”
I went to my kitchen, opened the wine, poured it into glasses, and returned to the living room. Vanessa was on the couch, and Toby was next to her, tongue out. She petted him, took a glass, and we sat and chatted and drank. Toby wouldn’t leave her alone, wanting attention all the while. I went into the kitchen to make some snacks…taking my time…letting Vanessa and Toby get ‘better acquainted.’
“Toby!” she exclaimed. “Stop it, Toby, you’re a naughty dog.”
I lingered in the kitchen, letting things in the living room marinate, and it was suddenly quiet in my lounge. I knew my dog and what he might be doing to neighbor Vanessa, but it was quiet there, and I wondered…hoping…was there an ‘ice-breaker’ happening? I knew from experience that once Toby got my scent, there was no way to discourage his attention, and the silence there was poignant.
I returned to Vanessa and Toby. Vanessa gave him a solid push and straightened her dress. She was blushing. I was aroused at the idea, and I thought she was too. “Your dog won’t leave me alone,” she said, and I giggled; it was the wine and the whole setting.
“He likes you a lot,” I said.
She looked at me, saying nothing. I was wondering about my next move and sat beside her. Toby was moving around between us. Vanessa was playing with his ears, pushing at him, but his tongue lolled out, licking her fingers. “I can lock him in my bedroom,” I offered. He gets carried away with a pretty woman.”
Vanessa looked at me, questioning. “How about with a man?” she asked.
I blushed and said, “He’s a boy dog, and you know what boys want.”
She took another swallow of the wine. We were both tipsy now, and I was blushing. “It’s a secret…between us…I mean between Toby and me.”
“What do you mean?” she asked, “between Toby and you.”
“I’ll lock him up,” I said.
She put her hand on my bare leg. It’s okay, he’s just a dog, don’t lock him up. It’s not nice to tease an animal, but he teased me while you were in the kitchen.”
Now he was licking her ankle and her calf, and she pushed him away, but he was insisting now. He must have her scent, I thought. I knew what that licking felt like, and now I was getting hot, not just blushing. I stood up, leaning down for our empty glasses. “I’ll get some more,” I said.
When I leaned down, I saw her looking at my breasts. I mean…they were almost in her face! I covered myself with my housedress after she had had a good stare and walked back into the kitchen, lingering on purpose. “Toby!” she exclaimed again. “Naughty dog!”
Then it was quiet, and I heard Vanessa gasp, but this time, saying nothing. I peeked into the room, and Toby was under her dress. She held his head with her legs spread, and Toby’s head moved under the fabric. She saw me and pushed him to adjust herself on the couch. Now, red in the face, she said, “He’s a bad dog and caught me by surprise,” she said with a guilty smile.
I brought our glasses and sat beside her. “It’s okay,” I mumbled and smiled.
She tossed back her head and looked questioningly into my eyes.
I just smiled and licked my lips, saying again, “It’s okay.”
Her eyes flashed, and she reached out to pet Toby again.
“I… I’ve heard… you know… stories… stories about dogs,” Vanessa said.
“What about them?” I asked.
“You know,” she said, “women and dogs…doing it.”
Toby was at his water bowl, tail wagging, his balls on full display. I took her hand, proposed a toast with my wine glass, took a chance, and said: “Vanessa, I’ll tell you a secret; they aren’t just stories.”
Her face was red, her eyes flashing. She clicked my glass, and we drank. I could tell she was aroused, and not just from the wine.
Toby was back beside her. “Just us girls, neighbors,” I said, resting my hand on her leg.
Toby was under her dress again. “Do you?” she whispered, her throat tight.
I could only smile. Then she jumped again as Toby moved into her.
“Really?” she said. “Not just stories?”
I looked at her, pulling her legs open. She squeezed my hand and lifted her butt, exhaling her breath. I lifted her dress, exposing Toby and her…I was surprised; she was naked, and Toby was licking her in earnest…eating her out.
“His cold nose shocked me…just poking at my…my cunt.”
I smiled at her, saying the word.
“I never…imagined…” she gasped and groaned…I reached down to Toby’s head. “Don’t push him away,” Vanessa said. “He’s…God…he…he’s…right…there! Unh! His nose is on me and his long tongue.” She flexed. “I’m…I’m…God…I’m close…I never felt anything like this…” She lifted and pulled on his ears. I played with her cunt hair, lifting her cunt lips to Toby, who was in full action mode. “Oh…oh…unh…” she exhaled, gasping, grasping my hand in a death grip.
Now, she was grunting and twisting in full orgasm. It was quiet except for her breathing gulps of air, her legs shaking. She came a second time and finally calmed, Toby moving off to his bowl, then sitting and licking himself.
I felt Vanessa’s cunt, petting her down, kissing her wet face, playing her clit that was slick with them. She put her hand on mine. “No more,” she whispered. “I can’t take any more.”
After a while, I said, “We finished the wine.”
Vanessa looked at me, saying, “That’s not all that was finished!”
She was a good neighbor and visited us often after that.
*****
My initial fears and reservations about my new neighbor, Vanessa, had been answered months ago as she overcame her initial taboos about such things and willingly yielded to her seduction by my sexy dog, Toby. He served each of us occasionally as we got even better ‘acquainted.’ It was a neighbor’s dream come true. Our private Le Club Taboo. One day, Toby and I went over for one of our sexy visits with Vanessa unannounced, knocked, and she opened the door. I could see in the kitchen was someone else. My eyes met with Vanessa’s, and she smiled.
“That’s Sherry, my girlfriend from work.”
I was getting nervous. “Maybe Toby and I should come back another time?”
Vanessa pulled us into her apartment, closing the door behind Toby and me.
“I don’t know,” I said, looking down at the dog who looked up, tongue lolling, eagerly looking at Vanessa, who was blushing.
She mumbled: “Life is interesting,” followed by her suggestive little giggle. “It’s my neighbor Phyllis…and her dog, Toby,” she called out to the kitchen.
Another gorgeous creature entered the room with a plate of snacks. “I’m Sherry,” she said and offered me a snack. “Wine?” she asked, and I nodded.
Soon, the three of us were chatting, snacking, and winning, Toby on the floor in repose. Sherry looked at him and said, “He’s a big boy. Vanessa told me all about him.”
My voice cracked a little. “She did?”
Sherry nodded and smiled. “He’s probably a good companion, and you feel safer when he’s around.”
“Yes,” I said, “he’s a very good companion.”
I added a little twist to the ‘very’ part, and Sherry gave a little grin. She had been told ALL about him! I wondered how much she had been told about my naughty dog.
We continued with our snacks and small talk. Later, Sherry walked into the kitchen, her bottom moving sensually under her little dress, returning another bottle of wine. I noticed how warm the room was. Not just warmth from the room but from our conversation and my thoughts…naughty thoughts. (Vanessa had told Sherry about Toby. THAT about Toby? Vanessa had said, ‘Life was interesting,’ and I wondered what might happen. A collection of clues I pondered.)
I reached down and patted my leg for Toby, who stood and came to my side, tongue out. I gave him part of a snack, saying, “Good boy.” He sat at my feet and licked at my ankle.
Sherry said: “You let him do that?”
I said: “They say a dog’s tongue is very clean, and it feels nice.”
Toby was warming to his task and licked again. “He has quite the tongue,” Sherry said, looking at us.
The tip of Toby’s cock was peeking out, and I looked at Sherry. And yes! She was staring at us and IT. Then she looked up and smiled. She was blushing.
“I’ve never had a dog,” Sherry said and glanced down again at the pulsing red tip of Toby’s cock.
She was fascinated with it, pretending not to look. Vanessa was blushing, too. She grabbed the remote and turned on the TV, saying, “There’s a good movie in a few minutes.”
We watched, and it was an old one: ‘Women in Love.’
Sherry said: “Yes. I saw it once. It’s a ‘chick flick,’ but I’d like to see it again.”
The room was dark now, and the sun had set. The black-and-white film came on with the credits and then the story. It wasn’t long before ‘Women in Love’ showed two women expressing themselves.
“Movies have come a long way since that was made,” Sherry said. “It is so suggestive and subtle.”
“And sexy,” I added. “But these days,” I continued, “they would be not only necking and…naked…and…also, finger fucking!”
Sherry smiled at my words, nodded, and drank some more wine, all of us quiet, watching as the two women in the film got close, kissed, and caressed fully clothed. I imagined they were naked, fingering each other’s cunts, even imagining a dog in the room. What naughty, taboo thoughts! I was getting aroused by the women even with their clothes on; my imagination was churning. I patted Toby on the head; he stood and licked at my knee. I looked at Sherry, and she was watching.
“Sometimes he’s a bad boy,” I remarked, “really bad.”
Sherry smiled and watched the licking, his red dick easily seen, protruding a little more. I noticed Sherry’s breathing had changed, and her breasts were moving irregularly, watching the women in the film but now just watching Toby and me and that long tongue, the red dick throbbing. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Sherry was staring, not at the movie.
Sherry asked: “What do you mean ‘bad’?” All I could do was smile (seductively), and then she insisted. “How bad is bad?”
I was blushing, and Toby was actively licking at both my knees, his cock half out, my legs together, fending him off. I feared how my mouth might answer her question, giving her a clue or spilling the beans with my tone. I pushed Toby away. I didn’t answer; just beautiful Sherry’s questions (and Toby’s) were getting me hot.
I stood and went to the bathroom to cool down, giving Vanessa the eye and letting her deal with her friend’s questions as I passed between her and Sherry. Vanessa looked up and smiled, and my eyes questioned: ‘Would we admit Sherry into our private Le Club Taboo? Would Sherry instead be shocked and leave?’ There were so many answers to her questions, just in my look and silence. Vanessa smiled and also blushed.
While in the restroom, I heard them talking but couldn’t hear the words. Mind you, I had no idea what would happen among the three of us, but I was terrified by what might happen. Sherry was sexy and pretty, and Toby’s tongue would set her on fire if she would only let it happen. What with the wine, the sexy movie, and Toby licking my knees, his dick out in plain view, Sherry fixated on it, asking questions, and I wondered whether the scene had been set.
In a way, I wished Sherry wasn’t there as Vanessa, and I would surely have a hot time in Le Club Taboo. My body was ready, and my mind was whirring. I cooled down a little. In another way, I hoped Sherry would join in our forbidden pleasures. Excited with the possibilities, my mind inflamed, I returned to the living room. My cunt was wet, and my body was ready, but my behavior was discrete because of Sherry; maybe she’d be disgusted. As I looked in the room where they were and what a scene it was, my naughty thighs were massaging my cunt as I walked to the couch.
The scene: Three beautiful women and one sexually active dog in a quiet room.
That naughty Toby was now totally ‘friendly’ with Vanessa. Sherry in the full stare. Sherry’s breasts were moving in and out with labored breathing, her dress above her knees, which were parted slightly. Was she getting hot, too? I wondered what her pretty body was feeling like mine. Was it the movie or Toby or…?
I went to the kitchen and opened that extra bottle of wine for us. We were all warm; the movie was developing, and returning to the couch, I looked at Toby and Sherry, her dress above her open knees. She had removed her shoes, and I could see her legs were bare; wondering what else was bare and what more excitement there might be. I took a deep breath and poured out the wine. My cunt was tingling in anticipation, but I sat down with my knees clamped tight shivers! Trying to behave myself, my body raging, my brain telling my body: ‘Be cool, damn you!’
Sherry looked at me as I sat down, saying: “It’s a good movie, Phyllis. It got hot when I first saw it at a drive-in movie with my boyfriend. I got very hot and…”
“And what?” I said.
“You know…” she said and was blushing.
I couldn’t care less about the movie just then and didn’t respond. Toby was working on Vanessa’s knees. She looked at me and smiled.
Sherry continued: “What an active tongue. I’ve heard about dogs.”
The ice was broken, and I said: “Naughty dogs?”
“It’s what you said, Phyllis. About Toby being naughty. It’s not only his tongue, but it’s also his…cock…pulsing with each lick! I’ve never seen a dog’s thing before.”
So innocent calling it a ‘thing.’ I was losing control and got bold.
“It’s just between the three of us,” I said, giving her permission.
Sherry looked at Vanessa and all the licking.
I told Vanessa, “You can always tell him to stop at any time, and I’ll pull him away.” That moment had come, and I didn’t know what would happen, but I took a chance. Toby was excitedly working on Vanessa’s knees, and I said: “Toby,” patting Sherry’s bare knees.
Sherry flexed at my touch. Toby looked up and came over to her. It was the moment. Would Vanessa and I initiate a new member into ‘Le Club Taboo,’ or would Sherry get scared and leave? My patting her knee startled her, and she looked deep into my eyes.
“Really?” she mumbled.
“It’s just us three,” I said reassuringly, and Toby responded and licked at her, hitting her calf.
I petted his ears. He knew it was okay, the three of us; he licked Sherry’s calf again.
“It feels strange…funny…tickles…nice…ooh…his nose is cold…and nice.”
She could leave now but didn’t. It was when doubt, body, and mind collided, but the licking was good, and she was ready. I watched her as Toby went to work, and then it was too late for her. The fears, the taboo, the forbidden were dashed. Sherry relaxed, surrendering to her body and the feelings of lust.
“I don’t know. I…,” she mumbled, laying her head against the couch and closing her eyes.
Toby kept licking, now on her knees and above. Le Seduction Finis! I moved her dress to her waist. She looked at me and smiled. She had skimpy little panties; I massaged her legs as Toby had gotten her scent, licking at her thigh. She turned her face to me, her eyes full of questions and excitement. I smoothed Sherry’s legs, opening them, giving Toby permission for his treat, and he didn’t disappoint, licking her thighs, one side and then the other.
“His nose is so cold,” she said, closing her eyes. I took her hand, and Vanessa took the other. “This is naughty,” she whispered. “Really… I shouldn’t be doing this… UNH! He feels so good. He’s right there! OH, GOD!”
Her legs were apart now, and she scooted down. I pulled her tiny panties to one side. Sherry exclaimed: “OH! God! That nose…OH!”
I watched Toby’s tongue as he licked her, nudging his nose on her clit and slurping that long urgent tongue into her cunt, slurping with more licks, and Sherry lifted for more.
“This is wrong,” she said and lifted again, opening more. I petted her cheek. She was hot with tears and flexed more. I released her hand, which went to Toby’s head and ears, rubbing them, chuckling at his mouth and tongue, and urging him into her splayed legs. “OH! OH!” she exclaimed, playing with Toby’s mouth and caressing it.
It was such a scene, and the movie droned on. I glanced at the screen; the women were kissing. I leaned in and kissed Sherry. Her tongue was thick in her mouth. She mumbled: “I’m close…UNH…Oh, God, it’s good! He’s good. He’s so naughty and hot and his…tongue…licking…my…[gasp]…cunt!….…OH! OH!”
I smoothed her cheek and whispered in her ear: “He’s fucking you with his tongue.”
Sherry smiled. “It’s so strange and good.”
Then, with inaudible grunts, she stiffened and held and convulsed and came, grabbing both our hands, flexed and came again, holding herself, then releasing with more grunts, her body twisted on the tongue and more ‘oh’s’ and it made me so hot I wanted some, too.
Now Toby was finished with a few final licks. Sherry, too, and then we three gradually calmed down. We were all hot and wanted more, but not this night. No dog fucking the first time that would come later. Sherry had been initiated into ‘Le Club Taboo.’ The coronation would be another time.
Finally, Sherry whispered: “Just between the three of us? Promise? What a movie.”
We both nodded. Then, later, back to the topic on all our minds. “A one-time thing?” Sherry asked.
“Whatever you say,” we said in unison.
Sherry’s breath returned, and she straightened her dress. Toby was at his water bowl. “I’m not so sure about one time,” she said, “it was really good, better than good.”
I winked at Vanessa. She smiled. We both knew. It was another weekend and visit, and who knew what more surprises there would be. But even then, with pretty Sherry, I knew more would come later. It was too good not to want to do it again, and I thought of my zoo initiation, in private, a total surprise, how it was too good not to want it again and more.
*****
Private Reflections of Phyllis on the evening with Vanessa and Sherry:
Later that night, I sat on my couch, watching the unimaginable with Toby and Vanessa’s friend, the delicious Sherry. I had never imagined such things happening. Remembering how Toby and I were in an accident one day when I was relaxing in my quiet room, and he came to explore. One thing led to another, from licking and tickling my toes, to my ankles, to my knees and thighs, and in the privacy of my apartment, all alone, who would know, and that probing nose and licking tongue had aroused me. Aroused my cunt.
Then Toby licked me wet as I lay there throbbing and enjoyed it all…the taboo joy…without any inhibition. Naughty dog Toby had initiated me. Who would know? And Toby wouldn’t tell, would he? It had seemed so natural and was just my dog and me and the shaking orgasm that took me to new heights. Impossible, and yet it was not a man or all the emotional overlays and hesitancies of a normal relationship. It was just two animals: an animal female named me and a male animal dog and enjoying and cumming. Flexing and ‘yessing’ and ‘ohs and ahs’ and releasing nature’s instincts so private.
After that first time, I lay on my couch in my living room, thinking about it all, feeling dirty, excited, and more. Something I knew was forbidden, taboo, but so much pleasure. I couldn’t let such a thing happen to me, a good girl. But it was so good, and I wanted more than licking the next day. I wanted penetration, serious fucking. I had to teach Toby to mount and use my hand to lead his cock into me.
That first time was so hit-and-miss. Mostly miss! But when he finally entered my wet cunt, nature took over…animal nature…as he became frantic and fucked deep and hard. I lifted in response, and we were animals and cumming hard as his paws gripped my waist, held, and fucked me hard. I came again and again until I was exhausted and filled. Finally, Toby lifted off, panting. Me too, dizzy!
I just rested my head on a cushion feeling the wet run down my legs, cooling. Finally, getting back my breath, wiping the tears on my cheeks. Toby at his bowl and resting, licking his throbbing cock. I was in some other place that first time.
Then, my fears of discovery when visitors came, and Toby had to be locked in my bedroom. He would whine a little and then sleep. Later, Vanessa came into my life. She was so hot to look at; things happened as I hoped they would, and we had many good times. Was it Sherry’s turn to join the two of us, or was it ‘her one-time thing?’ The feeling a woman has when she enjoys a spontaneous, unexpected, full, and complete rocking orgasm?
“Wow” is the only word for it.
Having one so intense, a full-body orgasm. Who among us would not want more?
What an evening it had been with Vanessa and Sherry. I had my hopes but remembered my first experience, how I was both embarrassed and excited, and the many other times that followed. Sherry was a gorgeous, sexy woman. She had shaken and pulsed, cum hard, and enjoyed this naughty thing. I could hardly wait for the next time, which would surely come…cum?
Vanessa called the next day and said: “Next Friday?”
I replied: “Will Sherry be there, too?”
All Vanessa could say, between giggles, was: “Guess!”
I could hardly wait. Le Club Taboo had a new member.
The End.
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