“You OK, Sara?” Grace whispers.
There’s no answer. The brunette throws back the sheet and tiptoes closer to where Sara lay sleeping. The moonlight comes directly in on Sara’s bed, and Grace can see much clearer now. Sara has tossed back her covers, and her knee-length gown has hiked up over her belly. However, the sheet makes Grace bite her lip. The sheet is causing all the trouble. Between the blonde-haired woman’s thighs, the sheet is twisting as she tosses on the mattress and rubs it across her naked pussy.
Sara never wore panties to bed. Neither does Grace. They hadn’t worn any panties to bed since they first become friends at a slumber party. That was when they were twelve. Back then, they’d undress each other with tickles and hugs. Now, the two young women are too self-conscious to allow themselves to indulge in something that might smack of lesbianism. However, their affection and friendship have held through the years, and they’re certainly not shy of being naked or even masturbating in front of each other. Their relationship is complicated.
Grace feels sexual excitement growing as she watches Sara buck her full, curvy ass. The sheet is damp where it rubbed her labia and seems swollen. Grace feels her knees tremble. Sara seems to be having a wet dream. Her breasts rise and fall. She twists one-way, writhes another. The brunette feels she’s peeping to stay and watch. Yet she wants to. The contraction of the big muscles in the cheeks of Sara’s buttocks regularly comes now, and the blonde-haired woman’s making hungry, frantic sounds in her throat.
Grace knows she will awaken when she orgasms and doesn’t want to embarrass Sara, so she creeps back to bed. She’s just pulling the covers up when the gasping blonde squirms more violently than ever. The mattress bumps, and the sheet jerks as Sara claws at the mattress and pumps her butt in wild, ravenous circles.
Then there’s an “Ohhhh…” as Sara abruptly sits up in the moonlight.
Grace peeks across the room, sees the pretty silhouette of her friend’s breasts tipped with tiny bumps.
“Omigod, that was a weird dream,” Sara whispers.
“You OK, Sara?”
“Oh, are you awake, Grace?”
“Yeah, I heard your bad dream.”
Sara giggles and runs a hand over her breasts. “It was a good dream really.” She bites her bottom lip with embarrassment. “It made me cum.”
“So I gathered.”
Grace is upon her elbows; she’s tingling too. She wishes Sara would tell her about the dream.
“I dreamed about that…dog again.” Sara takes a long breath, let it out. “Isn’t that funny? I’ve dreamed about boys before, but never a dog, and he was fucking me. Omigod, he was fucking me like crazy.” Sara shakes her head, trying to remember. “I…I was his wife. I mean, we lived in some cave somewhere, and this dog owned me.”
“That is weird,” Grace, said nodding.
“It was nice,” Sara said. “Not scary like what happened to me at Beck Bennett’s dam. In the dream, I never wore clothes. The dog just jumped on me whenever he wanted to fuck, which was all the time.”
Grace cannot admit to her friend how the dream has affected her. She lies still until Sara’s breathing becomes regular. Then when the blonde-haired woman is snoring softly again, Grace gets the plastic vibrator out of the drawer next to her bed and rolls over onto her belly. Then she lifts her slim bottom up under the covers, arches her back sharply downward. This makes the angle of her pussy just right.
Reaching over her butt from above, she flicks the switch on the vibrator and slides the tip back and forth against her pussy. The lips are already damp from her juice, and they open around the smooth, trembling vibrator easily. The brunette doesn’t bother to tease her clit. She feels like filling her cunt. She wants something inside, and as the smooth dildo slips deeper, her head goes back, and she snarls.
‘Like a dog,’ she muses.
Grace thinks about Sara’s dream. Considering her own feelings, she’s scared about the implications of her friend’s fantasy.
‘A dog…she dreamed a dog was fucking her,’ she thought.
Yet the dream moved Grace, the fantasy of living in sexual servitude to a dog excited her more than she cared to admit. Grace closes her eyes and tries to imagine having sex. Almost immediately, the figure behind her, pressing down on her, is a dog. The girl attempts to shake the image away and replace it with some man she’s had sex with, yet the idea of a dog persists. It’s too hard to reach over her ass cheeks, so she slips her long fingers under her belly instead.
‘Yes, that’s better,’ she thought happily.
Now she can slide the vibrator in and out of her cunt while letting her thumb rub her clitoris. She closes her eyes again. Hot images float from her imagination. She’s on some kind of stage draped in silk except for her bare butt with a giant dog spread above her, its cock sliding slowly in and out, in and out. In and out also goes the tickling, buzzing dildo she holds. Her thumb knuckle rubs her clit. The glossy suck of her cunt makes sweet music. Grace shoves the vibrator faster.
The dog in her dreamy mind actually picks her up with its cock. The animal lifts her pert ass from the stage and shakes its haunches, shaking her willowy form as well. The silk falls from her limbs. Grace finds herself on tiptoes in the bed, her shoulders and breasts down against the mattress, and the vibrator plowing intense pleasure. She can feel her insides swelling tightly around the slick dildo pretending the dog is still holding her up by her cunt. The dog’s cock is so big; she can’t pull her body free.
She’s being fucked like that and, and, “Ahhhhhhhhh.”
Grace climaxes dancing on her tiptoes, the vibrator plunges as deep as it’ll go. Hot juices course down her thighs, circling her ankles. Her calf muscles are rock hard. Then she falls in a gasping heap into the warm sheets. When at last she finds the switch, she gouges it with a slippery finger and gets it turns off. The brunette’s drifting off with the plastic vibrator still inside her cunt. Yet the dream Sara experienced is troubling. The dream of the dog has affected her too.
‘It isn’t quite sane to have an erotic dream about dogs,’ she thought.
However, Grace is sleepy and tired from the effort of her masturbation session and falls asleep.
The next morning Grace and Sara go shopping. It’s Saturday, white clouds scud the sky, and they’re both in good humor. Grace doesn’t say anything about Sara’s dream the night before. She isn’t so sure of her own feelings on the subject, especially after her little fantasy trip with the vibrator. However, the biggest shock is yet to come. They split up and plan to meet at a café later. Grace wants to go to a certain clothes store, and Sara is looking for a birthday card to send to her mother on vacation. The brunette does her shopping, yet doesn’t find anything that interests her much and finally heads in the direction of the dime store.
She’s just coming around the corner when she sees Sara leaning in the crook of a building. Her nostrils are flared, and she’s breathing rapidly. Sara cannot see Grace because of the angle of the sun, but she can see the blonde-haired woman without her knowing. The look on Sara’s face has Grace very curious about the cause.
Beck Bennett is putting something into his truck across the street from where Sara leans in the crook of the building. There’s a big dog in the back of the pickup. It’s not the same dog that attacked Sara a few days ago, but it could’ve been its brother. It’s huge. Its cock sheath hangs heavily under a sturdy body.
The black dog sniffs the air, and once when it gazes in Sara’s direction, Grace sees her friend lick her lips and hug her breasts with folded arms. Then Grace discerns a more subtle movement, something no passerby would notice. Sara’s rocking her hips back and forth, as she watches the big bearded man and his dog. Grace isn’t about to be so crass as to interrupt this little tableau. She’s embarrassed for her friend, and more than that, worried.
‘Has the incident with the dog at the dam done something to Sara’s mind,’ Grace wonders? ‘She’s acting so strangely. She’s never acted as weird as the past few days.’
Grace turns around and goes into the café from the side street entrance. When Sara comes in and takes a seat at their table, Grace cannot bear to gaze her in the eyes. Sara seems to be in some kind of trance.
“Sara? You OK?” Grace asks.
“Mmm, what? Oh sure, I was just thinking about something,” Sara said with a flutter of her eyelids.
Sara orders a cappuccino and plays with the spoon in the cup a long time; the girl doesn’t seem interested in talking. They finish their coffees and head for the car, Grace behind to observe Sara’s strange behavior.
“I think I’ll walk today,” Sara said lightly. “It’s such a nice day.”
Grace doesn’t want to let her, but Sara is a grown woman, after all. She even thought about following behind in the Mustang but decides to mind her own business. Instead, Grace drives home and parks in the driveway.
When Sara doesn’t show a half an hour later, Grace drives back to town. Sara’s nowhere around. Grace even searches the side streets and stops at the local bar they often hang out to find no one has seen her until old Billy Matthews pulled into the drive-through bottle shop in his truck.
“Yeah, she wanted me to take her out on the highway west, you know.”
He’s looking at himself in the mirror. Grace cannot seem to make him understand how urgent the situation is.
“Well?” Grace said with a deep frown.
“What ya mean…well?”
“Where is she?”
Billy gives his rearview mirror a smile inspecting his white teeth. “Oh, she wanted out by that old road that leads up to Beck Bennett’s place. She was acting weird if you ask me like she’d been smokin’ hooch.” He pouts. “That stuff will rot your brains, Grace.” He stares at Grace with hard eyes. “Leads to harder stuff too, I reckon. You should stay away from it.”
The brunette rolls her eyes. “See you later, Mr. Matthews, thanks for the info.”
Grace gets back into the Mustang and leaves. She stops by her house long enough to get a canteen and shove a few things into a small backpack. The suns still an hour from going down when the brunette reaches the rutted lane, almost hidden from the main road. However, she drives past and pulls off into a parking area beside a litter barrel. She hides the car keys under a mat, hooks the backpack over a shoulder, and runs through the woods.
Her mind is swirling with scary possibilities. She feels shaky all over and has no idea what’s going on in her girlfriend’s mind, but it’s getting weirder by the second. Grace knows she might be backing herself into some kind of bizarre bestiality orgy.
‘Why didn’t she speak to me about it,’ Grace wonders, as she jogs through the woods. ‘She always tells me everything. I don’t care if she’s got the hots for dog cock now, but to put yourself in danger for it is stupid.’
Grace jumps over a fallen tree and starts around a low hill, her heart is pounding as much from the uncertainty of the moment as her exertion. Sara stared at that black dog in the back of Beck Bennett’s truck for a long time.
‘She was probably remembering.’
Grace feels a sympathetic surge of juice between her legs. She tries to imagine what it’d feel like to have intercourse for the first time with a dog. That big animal had broken Sara; the incident was traumatic to the girl in more ways than just a regular rape. Grace stops and listens.
‘Was that the yelp of a dog way off somewhere,’ she wonders?
She moves slower, trying to remember how far she’s come. However, in the woods, it’s hard to keep directions straight.
‘Oh, Sara, why didn’t you tell me where you were going?’
Grace just about guesses why. Though it’s hard to accept, she can only think Sara wants to be close to that enormous dog again, that big tawny monster that held her down and fucked her until she bled. She stops again. This time Grace is sure she hears something through the trees. She goes up to a big rock and peeks over the top. Below she can see Bennett’s compound and the dog pens behind. The sun is going down behind the tops of the pines. She snags her backpack higher and edges down the slope to the protection of another big rock.
There seems to be no sign of movement, nobody around. Grace can see a few big dogs in the pen but not Sara. She circles the side of the hill, careful to stay well out of sight. The brunette has on clothes that blend well with the background of trees and rocks. However, suddenly, the dogs begin to yelp, and she spies more of them coming out of the kennel. They rake at the enclosure with their paws, howling and jumping around.
“The wind,” she whispers panicking.
The wind has changed, blown her scent down to them. The door slams, echoing to where Grace shivers behind a rock. When Grace peeks again, she sees the big man with the black beard, Beck Bennett. He goes to the cages and opens a door. The dogs rush out, fighting for the lead, and as she expected, they bound up the hill in her direction. Grace flees. She falls twice, throws the backpack from her shoulder and runs again. The dogs are still barking, but now she can hear the crash of them through the brush.
One is very close now. The air screams in the girl’s throat as she tries to get to a climbable tree. However, before she’s within ten feet of it, massive paws are against her back. Grace goes sliding down in a spongy bed of pine needles, the big animal holding her down as the other dogs’ circles around sniffing.
Grace struggles to get up, but the dog growls. She cannot see it but knows it’s enormous. Then human hands grab her wrists. The dogs move back, obeying a guttural command from Beck Bennett. The man’s glaring down into Grace’s face. He looks like a crazy man. Then without a word, Bennett’s dragging her back down the hill toward his compound.
“Let me go,” Grace shouts, kicking at him. “I was just looking for somebody and got lost.”
“You’re trespassing,” Bennett said gruffly.
“I-I didn’t mean any harm, I swear.”
The dogs’ sniff and nose around her buttocks as Grace is half-dragged/half-pushed down the slope. When they’re on level ground again, she sees the edge of the compound, but Beck takes her past that. He stops before one of the dog pens, shoves her through the gate. The dogs that had been pursuing her trot in behind and the bearded man closes the pen.
“Omigod, don’t leave me in here,” Grace screams shaking the locked gate. “Oh, please don’t.”
Grace falls to her knees and clings to the wire with her fingers. Beck Bennett actually seems to be smiling. However, she isn’t sure. Then the man walks away.
“Come back,” Grace shouted after him. “This is illegal, you can’t do this…”
The dogs’ nose around her, and she’s almost afraid to move. When Grace tries to get up very slowly, one big animal puts its paw on her shoulder and growls. They obviously want her to remain at their level. The light is fading fast now. Grace feels cold, there’s a sour taste in her mouth, and all she can think about is escaping this nightmare.
She glances down the dirt run where the kennels are. They’re big, each one large enough for three of the monstrous canines. A huge, brown mongrel is eyeing her with particular interest. When any other dog comes near, the brown mongrel begins to growl. It’s as if some primitive choosing game is going on, and the big brown dog has chosen. Grace inches her way along the fence line, making sure, she faces the brown mongrel at all times, yet it pants along close by.
“Nice boy…Nice doggy,” she said, crouching, trying to make herself look smaller.
The dog noses her neck. Grace feels the hot, stinky breath, the rough slide of the dog’s tongue across her ear. She’s afraid to push it away, as the woman cannot tell whether the dog’s playing or wants something else.
“Go away, leave me alone.”
Grace wants to get inside one of the kennels. If she can do that and then guard the entrance with her feet, she might be safe for the night. The girl can’t get the image of Sara out of her mind of that day at the dam. Maybe that was an accident; perhaps the dog was overly excited. However, this mongrel is acting very strange for a dog too.
‘Just what kind of dog trainer is this Beck Bennett,’ Grace wonders?
She’s only a few feet away from a kennel now. The brunette inches along carefully, keeping her butt on the ground, sliding her feet and hands to move. The brown mongrel’s closer than before. It licks at her knee then growls and noses as if it wants to smell her better.
“Nice doggy…No, don’t do that…No, bad dog.”
The dog’s pushing her down, trying to roll her over with its big muzzle. The woman’s close enough to make a break for it. Grace plunges through the small entrance to the kennel and whirls to kick her feet at the doorway to keep the big brown mongrel from entering. The dog barks and growls, but retains its distance. She won. Then Grace hears a moan in the darkness behind her. A noise a dog usually makes it’s not, and her nostrils flare at the sharp, unmistakable odor of sperm.
“Ahhhhhh,” a female voice softy moans.
Grace knows her friend’s voice anywhere. She squints and stares, trying to get used to the darkness of the kennel. Then the woman sees the faint heart-shaped outline of her friend’s bare butt. Sara’s on her knees, bottom high. A big, black German shepherd is licking her pussy. The dog seems to be enjoying it immensely, taking its time. The sound of the tongue slurping over Sara’s swollen pussy lips fills the kennel, and Grace can see strings of drying sperm on her best friend’s thighs.
“Sara…Sara, it’s me,” Grace calls in a hoarse voice because her mouth is so dry.
The blonde-haired woman turns her head to the side. Her eyes are glassy and dull, her mouth pouts sexily, and Grace can see dirt and grime covers Sara’s naked body.
Sara says in a faraway tone, “Ahhhh, what…G-Grace…Grace…Mmmmm…What…Ooh…Are you doing here?”
Her ass rocks from side-to-side. The German shepherd moves around nervously, eyeing Grace as it feasts on the blonde-haired woman’s pussy. A shiny drop of sex juice trickles down Sara’s inner thigh and puddles in the dust at her knee. How many times Sara’s been fucked there’s no way of telling. Grace feels sick. She can hardly keep from screaming. However, she has to maintain control. Something insane is going on here. The brunette cannot possibly understand it all yet.
‘I have to keep control, or else I’ll lose it,’ she thought. ‘My and Sara’s safety depends on it.’
Grace takes in the sight of the German shepherd slithering its tongue directly up Sara’s cunt, making the woman shudder with ecstasy. She realizes getting her friend away from here might be harder than she first thought. Sara is into this, big time.
‘Sara did come here looking for this,’ Grace thought. ‘This is her dream from last night.’
“Listen to me, Sara. Listen to me closely. We have to get you out of here before we lose our minds forever,” Grace said, wiping the tears from her eyes.
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