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An Excerpt from Lisa Fights back:
The men are coming after her again…
Lisa glances over her shoulder and sees the three men. They’re vague in outline, nebulous and dream-like. However, there’s no mistake about what they want to do to her. They swagger, roll their shoulders, and bump their cocks toward her, staring at the way her cute young ass wriggles inside tight pants as Lisa hurries along the dark street. The men pass in front of a store window, and the sputtering sign cast a greenish hue over them, giving a weird, nightmarish quality to their lustful grins.
A block behind the three, the movie theater is dark already, locked after the last feature she’d just seen. Ahead of her, three blocks away, lay home and safety. However, Lisa isn’t going to make it. Lisa knows it by the hollow ache in her cuntal walls. She knows it by the way her breath catches in her throat and knees lock, giving and making her lurch through the darkness.
The woman sucks in the air. Her pert buttocks clench tightly and release. Their breasts push fitfully against the thin material of her blouse. They jiggle and sway firmly on her chest, unrestrained by a bra, and the rubbing of her nipples made the sensitive nubs spike and stretch from the ends of her pointed breasts as if they yearn for her to slow down and let warm mouths suckle them.
Her pussy lips betray Lisa too. The blonde can feel them flaring apart in her tight panties in readiness. It’s as if they’re also yearning as if they want to pursue around and suckle sperm from the stiff cocks behind her when they should’ve been drawing together tightly in an attempt to guard her virtue.
It’s as if Lisa’s whole body knows she isn’t going to make it to safety and is preparing for the inevitable fate of receiving three fucking, spewing cocks into its depths. Lisa gasps and turns ahead. The world spins dreamily. She begins to run after hearing the strange men laugh crudely, the sound hollow and echoing, as if through a long tunnel. The woman knows they can run faster than she can, but it doesn’t matter. Lisa has to try to escape. Panic sets in and begins to overwhelm her; the air is rasping in and out of her lungs, making her breasts heave.
Nevertheless, even if Lisa makes it to the house, it’s empty. Did they know her family is gone for the weekend while she studies mid-terms for college? Is that why they picked this night to chase her? Her sandals slap against the sidewalk and threaten to come off her feet and trip Lisa. The weight of her breasts is alien to the young woman. They have ripened and filled in the past year with an alarming surge of growth and are now getting in the way of her swinging arms.
Lisa pants and gasps. Her feet struggle through thick molasses, slowing her terribly, yet the men lope along behind her at a taunting pace, toying with her, laughing at her terror and breathlessness. Just when Lisa clambers onto the wooden porch and flings the door open, they’re behind her, bursting into the empty house with her. The teen woman runs up the stairs to her room, screaming, gasping for breath, dizzy—everything spinning.
She falls across her bed and bounces. Lisa gets up. The leering men circle the bed, cornering Lisa against the wall. She gets up. The dark one pushes her down, grinning. Lisa gets up again. The fat man pushes her down. His freckles swim before her vision. Lisa screams and stands again, and the wiry strength of the third one spins the girl onto her back.
The men all grin as they toy with Lisa. She gets up, and they push her down again. The strangers don’t just grab her, strip her, and rape her. They frustrate Lisa first, turning her into a gasping, whimpering, helpless, frustrated animal.
The men do it until she can’t fight anymore. Lisa’s strength leaves her entirely and suddenly. She can’t even lift her hands to her face to sob into them. Lisa falls back limply and watches their spinning faces grin. The dark one sits on the edge of the bed. He puts his hand on her breast and massages it gently. The Negro massages Lisa’s shoulder and the back of her neck. Lisa doesn’t want him to touch her. However, she has no strength left, no will, no fight—nothing. Besides, his touch is strangely comforting and tender.
The others stand and watch as he unbuttons Lisa’s blouse, spreads the halves wide, and gazes at the pointed, firm, pink-nippled perfection of her breasts. The Negro puts his mouth to them and sucks the ends between his lips, spiking them, making sensation surge through Lisa’s helpless, limp body. He undoes the fastenings of her pants and pulls them down her body.
Lisa watches her pink panties appear. She watches them stare at her pussy mound and lick their lips.
“Noooo…” Lisa moans weakly.
The Negro grins. The others smile. The tip of his finger slides between the puffy partings of her pussy lips. It traced up and down her silky gap. She feels her pussy squirm shamelessly with heat, and Lisa moans again. Lisa tries to close her thighs. It seems all he has to do is breathe on them, and they open again. She has never felt so frustrated, so helpless in all her life.
Overpowered by the men, Lisa knows she’ll never forget the feeling of helplessness before their superior strength.
His fingertip circles her clit. Lisa knows what joy her clit can bring her. For she has often lain in her bed at night and discovered the surges of orgasm again and again as her fingers swirl and slop through her sodden pussy. Now the Negro is touching it. Lisa’s clit jumps and stretches for more of the wonderful stimulation. It’s a shameless betrayal. The girl has no control over it, just as she has none over her muscles anymore.
The other two men have slipped their pants off. They stand beside the bed with their stiff cocks in their hands, jacking them slowly, looking at her now nakedness. Lisa stares at their cocks, red and pulsing. She dreams about cocks, fantasizes about them fucking into her cunt when she masturbates, and now here they are.
Lisa moans softly, feeling the finger at her pussy, going around and around, titillating her clit, pushing just into the mouth of her cunt, and making wet sounds there. The wiry man climbs onto the bed and kneels beside her. As if on a signal, the two of them dip their heads, suck her spiked nipples into their mouth, and jack their cocks simultaneously.
“Ohhhhhh…” Lisa moans, feeling her senses spin.
It’s unreal, a careening swimming experience. The dark one stands and strips from his pants and holds his cock in his hand, and climbs onto the bed between her legs. Lisa wants to fight, but she can’t. She’s helpless before the three. The Negro put his hands on her inner thighs, and the silken limbs seem to spread on oiled joints.
Her pussy sucks open. He stares into it. The head of his cock swells, throbs, and becomes red. The other two stop sucking her breasts. They put the heads of their cocks against her pointed ends and moved them back and forth over her nipples. The touch is velvety and hot. Their silky flesh slides through the saliva-slick flesh. The cock slits open wide and leak clear, slippery fluid over her nipples that make the rubbery nubs burn with sensation.
The one at her thighs leans forward. The pulsing cockhead touches her pussy lips. The man slid it up and down her satiny gap and circled the straining tip of her clit with it. Then the man placed the pulsing glans at the mouth of her cunt. He positioned himself. The Negro stares into her eyes. Then he pushes.
“Ahhhhhhrg…” Lisa cries sharply.
There’s the pain. Then, the pain becomes vague and fuzzy. The world spins dreamily, and the pain becomes something else. It blends and merges with another sensation. Her thighs quiver. Lisa feels her cuntal walls squeeze against the flesh of the Negro’s wedging hips. She feels the length of his big black cock shoved into her cunt—in—and in. It’s into her very depths. The cock throbs at the base of her belly, deep inside it. He presses his cock against her clit at the same time. The black man’s whole cock stretches her cunt open and makes the silky walls pulse, throb, and flood with satiny oils.
The Negro fucks her slowly, back and forth, making her feel every inch of his ten-inch cock as it slides in and out. Lisa feels his balls press warmly into the crack of her ass, making her anus throb. Sensation overwhelms her. The teen stares at the two full cocks nosing into her firm breasts and leaking all over them. She feels the dark one’s weight pressing her buttocks into the bed. Then his hands are scooping under her ass cheeks. The Negro lifts, and her cunt opens widely. Sucks at his cock, and draws it shamelessly into her body.
Lisa repeatedly moans, not wanting it, yet having no control over any of it, not even the spasming twitches and surges of her body. She doesn’t know how it happened. Her arms lift, and her hands open. They fit around the cocks bearing against her breasts, squeezing the rigid shafts into her flesh, burying them in firm breast succulence, so her nipples rub and rub against the throbbing cocks and make them leak silky oil on her flesh.
Her pussy lifts and opens wide. It sucks and draws at the stiff cock inside it. Her hips shake. Her buttocks clench and spasm in the Negro’s hands. The world spins away dreamily. A sound of animal pleasure tears from her throat, and Lisa begins to climax. She stiffens and shudders violently. Lisa feels her cuntal walls suck and pulse around the black man’s throbbing cock. The teen feels the sudden rush of his semen into her cuntal depths and hears the choked cry.
Sperm gushes hotly over one of her breasts, spurting and hosing through her squeezing fingers, spraying from the soft firmness of her breast mound. It bathes Lisa’s hot nipple and washes down into a puddle in the center of her chest and jiggles there as she orgasms hard. Sucking, sloshing sounds ooze from her pussy. Fluid spurts out around her suckling, grasping pussy lips, trickle over her asshole, and makes it pulse heatedly like a rubbery mouth wanting to eat it up.
The cock slides wetly from her pussy. The dark one moves from between her thighs, and the wiry one takes his place. Lisa gazes up at him and gasps. Then glances at his long, thin cock and sees the head shine from the slime that leaked over her breast. She whimpers. Lisa’s hips shudder in protest and then become rigidly poised, uptilted, pussy open, flesh sucking and kissing the air with tremors of excitement.
The wiry man’s cock runs into her body. It slides in deep, very deep. He fucks her fast and hard. The pain comes back and goes away again. Lisa’s arms lift and cup his skinny buttocks and pull his gut against hers. She twists and squirms, screwing her cunt up and down and around on the shaft of the skewering cock. The wiry man blasts into her body, adding to the slushy soup of fluids already there.
Lisa stretches, moans, and shakes. The puddle on her chest rolls up to her neck and dribbles down either side of it, and Lisa smells the musty, shameful scent of sperm as it fills her senses and repulses her. Yet her body shakes, vibrates, and surges to another orgasm, helplessly out of control. She lies back and closes her eyes. Darkness spins in Lisa’s mind. The woman feels doubly limp, but it doesn’t stop.
The fat one is there. His cock is wider but much shorter than the others are. It’s like a soda can. It stretches Lisa’s cunt and makes the pain sharp. The fat man fucks into her cunt like a bull. He screws his hips around and around. He bore down on her, driving her ass into the bed. Then he pulls out and twists her legs until she has to roll over onto her stomach. Lisa’s neck presses into the wet puddle on the bed. Fatso’s hands massage her ass cheeks, making shameful sensations flow through the firm mounds. He palms them apart. Lisa feels her bared asshole quiver and shakes like a little soft animal whose hiding place yanks abruptly away to expose it.
Fatso lay heavily against her ass, and his wet cock fucks into her pussy repeatedly. He scoops his hand under her stomach, rolls her clit, and pinches her pussy lips around his plunging cock. He withdraws. Lisa thought he was finished. Fatso has only just begun. He places his slippery cockhead against her quivering anal mouth. The teen bleats into the bedspread. She tried to lift and shake him off, but the men held her down helplessly.
“Nooooo…” Lisa wails.
A cock slips into her open mouth, startling her. It’s wet and slippery. It tastes of pussy juice and semen. Lisa swallows and sucks reflexively and moans around the rigid shaft as her asshole begins to stretch and burn. Her butt cheeks quiver wildly, clenching and releasing. Her anus sucks, pushes, and draws again. Fatso’s chode stretches it wide and slides, popping past the rubbery ring of her anal mouth, pushing deeper and deeper into her clinging darkness.
The blonde woman yells and pleads. The cock between her lips stopped her cries from articulating as it fucks to the back of her throat and throbs heatedly there. Her ass cheeks flatten under the fat one’s weight. His balls slap against her open cunt and spatter her inner thighs with her flowing juices. The man’s chubby fingertips swirl over her clit and make her groan, buck, and shiver deliciously at the same time.
Sensation overwhelms Lisa; it’s nearly as frustrating an experience as the man pushing her down repeatedly. Lisa goes limp and stops reacting because there’s just too much happening to absorb. Sensations pulse through her and catch her up in wild eddies and tumble her about. The teen keens in the back of her throat and knows she’s climaxing again. Her asshole squeezes and pulsates around the penile shaft fucking deeply into it. Lisa feels the charge of slippery fluid spurt into her like a warm, slimy enema.
The cock in her throat bucks and spews, and there’s nothing to do but gulp and swallow and drink and gulp as it comes and comes from the distended eye and fills her mouth. Lisa swims and spins in a seething maelstrom of slippery fluid, silky sensations, and gritty shame.
Lisa goes onto her back again. There’s no resistance when her thighs pry apart. The teen purses her lips and moans toward the ceiling when a tongue begins washing over her sodden pussy, licking and lapping, sucking, slurping, drilling into her cunt past the ragged edges of bloated reddened flesh.
“God … God … oh, God…” Lisa cries, tossing her head back and forth, feeling her pussy lift and open and shake, feeling the juices flow from her depths, feeling the long, long tongue and the pointed snout sink up her spasming cunt and fuck it, and fuck it.
They’re doing it again … again … and again … There’s no way to stop them. Helpless … So helpless … Even after twelve years, Lisa is still helpless before their onslaught of strength.
“Ahhhhhh, stop it … STOP IT…” Lisa screams…
*****
The sound wakes Lisa. She sits bolt upright in bed, pushing at the furry head between her thighs. Lisa gasps and pants, her pussy aflame and running with juice. By the stray light coming in through her window from the street outside, Lisa sees Beau, the dog, lift its head, toss its pointed muzzle, and run its long tongue down the sides of its chops. The Collie lets out a yip and scoots back on its belly to gaze at Lisa with a puzzled expression. The dog paws forward again, taking a tentative slurp at her drooling pussy, then back away once more, its golden flanks quivering in anticipation.
“Oh, Beau,” Lisa moans softly, fully awake now.
The Collie licks its chops again, lets out another bark, and thumps its tail against her naked foot. Lisa glances around the room. She makes out the familiar setting in the dimness and knows there’s no mistake.
That dream. The same terrible dream every night; when will it ever end, she wonders.
Lisa sighs and lies back. Her heart pounds in her chest. She puts her hand there and feels the firm mound of her breast. The woman squeezes it and feels the spiked nipple, and sensation shoots through her heated body. Tipping her cunt up and Lisa moans. The damn dog snuck up on me, licked my pussy, and made the dream come again, she thought. She put her hand to her pussy and swirled her fingers through the wetness. The woman is aflame, just on the verge of exploding.
“Oh, Beau, I’m sorry, honey…” Lisa said to the dog. “I didn’t mean to hit you like that. Oh, lick my pussy, baby, lick it and make me cum. I thought it was those men again, honey, I’m sorry…”
She reaches between her legs, lifts her knees, and spreads them wide. The Collie whines happily, bobs its head, and shuffles on its belly to her crotch again. The dog licks out with its tongue, spearing her flowing cuntal opening. The animal slobbers all over her flesh, massaging her entire vulva, stinging her stretched, throbbing clit with the warm rasp of its long, coarse tongue. Lisa cups the dog’s head. She lifts her pussy high for the beast, and it licks through her ass crack and drills at her anus. Her head snaps back, and the cords stand out in her neck.
Lisa’s upper arms cup the sides of her pointed breasts and make them reach toward the ceiling. She directs the dog’s head and its long tongue and the pointed snout, and the animal licks and licks and drills into one orifice and then the other for her juices. Lisa clamps her thighs around the sleek head and feels the dog’s fur all over her legs. She switches her ass under the dog’s relentless, non-stop tongue. The blonde moans repeatedly and pulls the dog’s head to her pussy until she feels it is snuffling in the drenched folds of her cunt.
Then Lisa opens her mouth, cries out sharply into the darkness, and orgasms violently, leaking and draining, giving her dog a charge of hot, perfumed juice to lick from her spasming flesh. When she can’t stand the sensation anymore, Lisa pushes at the dog’s persistent head and squeezes with her thighs, telling the insatiable beast it’s enough, enough.
The Collie obeys. It’s reluctant to, but the dog obeys. Beau sits by her legs toward the foot of the bed and licks his chops repeatedly, the dog’s bushy tail swishing back and forth.
Lisa gasps into her pillow and feels the final tingles of her strong orgasm sweep through her deliciously. After a moment, she rolls back and gazes at her dog. Its ears go flat, and the dog tips its head from one side to the other in a show of animal joy and subservience to its mistress.
“Sweet Beau,” Lisa said gently.
The woman reaches out with her hand. Beau licks it several times and scoots closer. The dog licks the outside of her thigh near the smooth, flawless hip.
“Mmmmmm, you have a nice tongue, darling,” Lisa moans gently. “Eight years now, and that long, drilling tongue just gets better and better.”
The dog whimpers and whines and tosses his head as if carrying on half the conversation. The animal lifts its paw, places it on her hip, and whimpers again, winking one eye and then the other.
“No, Beau,” Lisa said. The dog takes his paw away. “Go back to sleep now, darling,” she said.
The dog whines softly, backs up toward the foot of the bed, and makes a pretense of sleeping. However, Lisa knows Beau isn’t sleeping worth a damn. She knows that red, pointy canine cock is throbbing under its belly, stabbing into the bedding with a need to vent its passions. Lisa watches Beau and smiles. It’s so much better this way, she thought. Beau does everything I tell him. He’s very obedient, the way I like it.
The blonde put her head back on the pillow and remembered things starting with that summer night when she was eighteen. The night Lisa had just dreamed about. The horrible, frustrating, and frightening night three men raped her. There’s a pattern to her life since night. Lisa can’t recall when she has really noticed the trend. It might’ve been with Ben a year after that night.
Ben had forced Lisa to. Not the way the three men did, not with brute physical force. Nevertheless, whenever Ben wanted to fuck, Lisa was never able to keep her cunt close to his cock. She tried, just for the principle of it. However, Ben’s cock always entered her, and he got his way. That might have been when she stopped going out with men altogether. Not in fact, maybe, but in Lisa’s mind, and the realization had come slowly that she could not control men or their persistent sexual desires.
Even during the times Lisa was hot and wanted sex, the thought still crept into her mind during the middle of coitus when Ben’s cock was plunging in and out of her cunt. What if I asked him to stop, she’d wonder. The idea of having control began to dominate Lisa’s mind. The woman doesn’t want to go through an experience like that so many years ago again.
Lisa is thirty now. Her hair is a little darker, not quite as silky. Her breasts are still pointed and firm, and they’ve grown even more. Her ass is still tight, round, and pouting, and men always stare at it when she walks in front of them. That is all they did anymore. They don’t get to fuck that ass. Men don’t get to dominate Lisa or overpower her, and never will again.
“Oh, Beau,” Lisa said softly, pushing the sheet from her naked body. The dog lifts its head and thumps its tail on the bed. “Do you want to lick my pussy again, Beau? Oh, honey, come lick my pussy and make me cum again.”
Lisa snaps her fingers and pats the bed beside her. The Collie barks and scoots forward immediately, licking her hip, running its long tongue over her satiny flesh and around to the underside of her pert ass.
“Stop, Beau,” Lisa said firmly.
The dog stops. The woman pats her head and smiles softly. The nasty dream will go away one day. It will have to because it isn’t real anymore. It’s twelve years old and outdated because Lisa controls it all now. She said when to fuck and when to stop fucking, and Beau obeys, and that’s the way it’s going to be forever.
“Sweet baby,” Lisa coos, smoothing her hand over the dog’s head, under its chin, scratching behind its ear.
The woman sits up partway and roughs the dog up playfully, taking hold of its long muzzle and shaking it, scratching under the animal’s chin, running her fingers through its thick, golden coat. The dog makes playful sounds and does everything it’s supposed to do, offering no resistance when Lisa rolls him onto its side. She runs her hand down the dog’s chest and over its stomach, her fingers pinching and kneading. Then she stops moving her hand, sits up, and moans playfully.
“Oh, Beau…” Lisa cries softly, grinning at the same time. “What is this hot, slippery thing you have down here? Oh, you naughty doggy, is this what you think of your mommy?”
The blonde cups the dog’s cock in her warm hand, massaging the fleshy sheath and feeling the stiff, pointed, bright-red cock tremble. Beau lifts a leg and nearly goes over onto his back. The dog twists with glee, making whimpering sounds and pushing its cock deeper into her hand. Lisa runs her fingers all around the sheath. She fingers the slippery, hot shaft of the animal’s pointed cock, jutting firmly from it, and massages lower, cupping the big black balls, rolling them in her digits. Beau’s tail regularly thumps on the bed. The dog’s leg kicks and kicks with a rotary motion, swinging through the air softly. Its cock trembles and pulsates regularly.
Lisa switches around on the bed. She kneels over the prone dog, opens her thighs, and then lifts a knee over its head. The beast’s pointed muzzle comes up under her spread crotch, and its long tongue licks out with incredible accuracy, separating her puffy pussy lips and drilling right into the silky flesh of her wet cuntal walls.
“Omigod, you really know how to eat cunt, you brute,” Lisa moans.
She drops her pussy over its nose and shakes her ass. The dog snorts and snuffs and licks and licks. Lisa holds its throbbing cock in her hand and jacks it. The dog’s belly heaves and pushes, but the dog doesn’t miss a lick. The animal’s cock stretches in her hand. Lisa stares at the fiery shaft, moans again, and then does something new. The blonde opens her soft lips and drops her head, and sucks the slippery, hot tip of the dog’s cock into her mouth. Her tongue circles and circles, and a kind of dizziness comes over her.
Beau half groans, half growls into her pussy, and the big knot swells alarmingly. Then the red shaft buckled and jerked, and hot semen spewed into Lisa’s mouth. The woman jerks her head back and licks her lips rapidly, swallowing the spicy, pungent fluid. Her eyes water, and she blinks with surprise. What made me do that, she wonders. It’s the dream. That fucking dream again. The memory of swallowing and gulping down the men’s jizz triggered when the dog fucked its slippery cock into her mouth.
Her pulse throbs. Beau’s red cock continues to jerk and spew, sending drops of sperm over its furry belly. The animal’s balls pulsate and move in her hands as the dog ejaculates, and the animal licks and licks at her draining, flowing cuntal opening.
“Omigod, yeah…” Lisa cries softly.
The blonde twists around and gets on her elbows and knees. She braces her legs wide apart and shoves her round ass up into the air and can’t help swaying and wriggling it.
“Beau, get up…” Lisa commands. “Beau, fuck me. Oh, fuck me hard and make me cum…”
The dog groans, twists, and gets to its feet. It pads around behind her and shoves its pointed snout into the crack of her ass to lick and then growls softly in the back of its throat.
“Up, UP…” Lisa cries impatiently, moaning and opening her ass wide and pushing back against Beau’s snout.
Beau mounts her ass, its forepaws wrapping around her waist. Lisa feels its fur cover her ass like a blanket. The animal’s hips pump inward and make its spearing cock stab the air. The dog licks its chops and growls softly and hunched closer and closer to her swaying, round, white ass.
“Ooh, hurry and fuck me…” Lisa cries, shaking and writhing under the dog’s lunges.
Her breasts swell and shoot downward from her chest, pointed and full. The nipples stretch and go rubbery with heat, and the belly heaves in and out with fast breathing. Lisa reaches suddenly between her thighs and swirls her fingers through her wet pussy, moaning again, making sucking sounds in the dampness there. She reaches back further, runs her hand down Beau’s belly, and captures the dog’s straining red cock in her fingers, pulling on it and tipping her ass as she guides the trembling phallus into her cunt.
“Ah, yes…” Lisa cries sharply on initial penetration. “Fuck me, Beau. Fuck me, darling dog…”
Beau growls and tosses its head. The animal’s paws grip the flare of her hips and pull back. The animal’s hips churn forward, and its hot cock spears into her cunt to its depths. Lisa cries out and shakes her ass, feeling the big knot swell and makes its cock become stuck in her cunt. She clamps her tight muscles around the red cock and knot and holds it firmly inside her body, pushing her ass as far up and back as she can. This opens her cunt wide to the humping dog and its swollen cock so she could enjoy the impaling.
“Oooooo…” she cries throatily, shaking and writhing from head to toe.
Lisa felt it was happening, the big waves of orgasm were coming again, and she whimpered with a strange sound, shaking her ass, feeling the knot in Beau’s cock push and pull at her silky cunt deep inside, giving it the kind of stimulation no human cock ever can.
“Oh, now … now…” Lisa moans throatily.
The sound becomes a squeal in the back of her throat. Her cuntal walls suck, pull, and squeeze, and hot, slippery juice flows from her like a fountain. The woman’s cunt sucks and shakes as Lisa orgasms. Her breasts punch into the bed beneath her chest. Lisa strains rigidly backward, feeling Beau’s hips cover her ass with its furry blanket as the dog shudders forward, driving its cock all the way into her cunt, and shooting another load of hot dog sperm into her body.
When they’re finished after knotting for about fifteen minutes, Beau climbs off Lisa’s ass and staggers on the rocky bed for a moment. The dog lies beside Lisa, lifts its leg, and licks tenderly at its deflating cock for a moment. Then, the dog stretches out beside Lisa and sighs. Lisa curls up against the dog’s back, feeling its warm fur all up and down her body. Her sensitive breasts are buried in the coat. The woman wraps her arm around the dog’s neck and hugs it. The dog lifts its head and licks the side of her face, giving her an unmistakable kiss the way any lover would. Lisa nuzzles against Beau and moans happily, luxuriating in the tingles rippling through her body.
“What a sweet doggie,” Lisa whispers to Beau, running her hand along the sleek length of the dog’s sharp muzzle, scratching it behind the ears.
Outside, the night started turning gray with the first hint of dawn. Her eyes close. A smile comes to the woman’s lips, and she makes a sound that’s nearly a purr. It’s a good compromise, an excellent solution. Lisa gets all the fucking she wants because Beau is always ready. However, best of all, Lisa gets it when she wants it because Beau obeys her commands like the well-trained dog he is.
There are no fights, none of the emotional stress of which her married friend often complains. When Lisa comes home from work at night, Beau is always there with a happy grin, a wet kiss, and a wagging tail, ready to do her bidding. Lisa has even trained Beau to jump up and press a specially constructed switch on the stove when the alarm clock goes off, so her dinner is gently simmering and ready when she gets home. The dog is a perfect mate. Some would think the arrangement immoral, but Lisa doesn’t care. It’s a good solution.
“Who needs men when there are sweet dogs like you, darling?” she murmurs drowsily, hugging Beau one final time before sleep comes over her again.
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