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Bestiality (Dog)
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Lost Dog
			Chapter 1

     Rowlie.  That was the name on the collar, but it was
the only identification the lost dog had.  No home address,
no phone number, no nothing.  Leah couldn’t do nothing, the
poor thing was nosing about in the park across from her
house.  He actually looked cold and scared – his head was
low, his tail lower.  When she had approached him, he
watched her, but didn’t move away.  He was caution, but not
fearful of her, and when she had held out her hand, he had
sniffed a few times, then licked her palm, cheer returning
to him.

     He was a sweet thing, Rowlie was, and when she started
from the park back to her house, he had taken a few steps to
follow her.  When she turned, clapped her hands, and called
for him to come, he sprang to life, tongue lolling from his
jaws as he rushed to catch up.

     Leah’s father, Jeff, had been very reasonable.  Winter
was no time for a lost dog to be wandering the streets.  He
made Leah take Rowlie down to the local vet for a check up –
don’t want to bring a sick, flea-ridden dog into the house,
he had said – but he had no problems giving her the money to
do so.

     Rowlie was a beautiful animal.  Leah had thought so the
moment she saw him, and even the vet voice it.  Pure blood
Doberman, sleek and fierce-looking.  If he hadn’t looked so
sad on the playground, Leah would have been afraid to
approach such a dog, but everything about him since showed
his pleasant personality and friendly attitude.

     Dr. Lawrence commented on Rowlie’s superb condition –
very health, no diseases, infections, or bugs of any kind.
He didn’t seem mistreated, nor under-fed, so he guessed
Rowlie was a recent run-away and had not been out on the
streets long.  The owner might even live in the neighborhood
where Leah found him.  He took instructions very well: sit,
stand, roll-over, shake, stay, down, heel.  One word and he
did it with all the poise and precision of a well-trained
soldier, like he took pride in his ability to follow
commands.  Regal, was the word that came to mind when Leah
watched him.

     Leah’s father, good to his word, had no problems having
the dog in the house once the vet gave him the clean bill of
health.  Rowlie took to Leah immediately, following her
around everywhere she went that first night, just a few
steps behind her.  When she sat, he would sit as close to
her as he could, usually so that his body was just touching
her leg, and if she remained sitting for a bit, he would lie
down at her feet.  When she went to bed in the evening, he
curled up on the floor of her room.  And when she woke up
the next morning, he was ready and waiting for her, sitting
on the floor, watching her sleep.  She couldn’t help but
smile and rub his head.

     Leah started her day making up fliers to post around
the neighborhood to advertise that she had found Rowlie.
She couldn’t imagine what a state his owner must be in –
wonderful companion like him gone.  She took a few pictures
with her digital camera and worked up a nice “Lost Dog”
poster with his name and a couple shots of him.  She figured
she would invite her boyfriend over in the afternoon and
they could go around and hang the signs.  And when they got
home, maybe they could slip up the her room for a little
while.

     Leah smiled as she thought about it.  Mike wasn’t her
first boyfriend, but he was the first guy she had had sex
with, and that was only a few months ago.  At sixteen, she
felt wild and alive, and after that first time, both of them
were like rabbits, sneaking off whenever they could for a
quicky, if that’s all they could get in, or making crazy
plans in order to get a little bit more time alone so that
they could take their time and really enjoy each other.  She
loved sex, and the thought of her and Mike fucking later
tonight was getting her all hot now.

     She rubbed a hand between her legs, letting her palm
massage her through her cotton pajamas.  She moaned softly
as she leaned back in her computer chair, thinking about her
boyfriend in her room, ripping her cloths off in a frenzy,
and then pushing her head down, down towards his hard cock,
directing him to suck him.  She loved it when he told her
what to do, to get on her hands and knees so he could fuck
her from behind.  Just imagining him saying those words made
her quiver with delight.  And when he came in her mouth, and
made her swallow all of his jizz, god how it turned her on!

     Leah’s hand groped under her pajama top, squeezing her
tit the way Mike liked to when he felt her up.  She liked
how rough he could be, how strong his hands were on her hard
nipples – she pinched and pulled like her would, getting
herself even hornier.  Her fingers caressed her pussy,
feeling the heat through her pants and underwear.  She
moaned softly as she pleasured herself, thinking about how
much more wonderful it would be to feel his hard cock
sliding into her right now.

     She came to with a start when she felt something bump
against her hand.  Leah looked down to see Rowlie’s nose
sniffing at her crotch.  He was really interested in the
scent, it seemed, and he nudged at her hand as he tried to
bury his snout into her crotch.  Leah was surprised at
first, then she laughed, more at herself and the situation.

     “Smell something you like, Rowlie?” she asked playfully
as she rubbed his ears.  “Nice young pussy?  I guess I
should take a shower and just stay hot and ready for Mike,
huh?”

     She gave Rowlie a little push, and he obediently backed
away and sat down, though he watched her intently as she
stripped off her pajamas and her panties.  Leah looked at
herself in the mirror – young, pretty, rather small breasts
compared to some of her friends, but big enough to give a
good squeeze, and that’s what mattered most to her.  She
kept her hair to about shoulder length, and though she
sometimes played with highlights, she had let them grow out
and was sporting her natural dark chestnut color.  She
looked over her whole body, her smooth legs and hairless
pussy.  She had trimmed it down the night she and Mike
planned to have sex, and soon after, she shaved completely,
just to try it.  Mike had seemed to really like the look,
and sex felt so much more intense that she had decided to
keep it that way.  At first, she wasn’t sure she liked the
look, but now, she preferred it.

     She wasn’t a shy girl, and she thought she looked good
naked.  In fact, she enjoyed being naked – it made her feel
sexy.  She had a habit of staying that way after showers,
just lounging around her room in a towel or nothing at all
until she had to put something on.  She wondered about
tonight; what would Mike like more when they came back to
her room?  Her wearing something scandalous and naughty
underneath her cloths, or her wearing no bra or panties at
all?

     She decided to go with the lingerie.  She didn’t have
much, nothing truly risqué, not yet, anyway, but she did
have a black corset with matching thong that she thought
looked great on her – really lifted up her boobs and gave
her a nice deep cleavage, and she had just the shirt to wear
over it to show that cleavage off!

     Leah kept her naughtier things in a plastic container
under her bed along with the her season cloths, which at
this time of year meant her bathing suits and beach towels.
Not that she thought her father was one for sneaking into
her room to spy on her like some of her friends’ parents,
but he did sometimes do her laundry for her, but only her
regular cloths since her laundry basket was divided into
normal and delicates and he never touched the latter, and
would leave her clothes in her room for her when they were
done.  She found it sweet of him to do that for her, but she
didn’t want to have her sexy things in a drawer or in her
closet just in case he randomly decided to actually put
something away for her – not that he ever had in the past,
but she couldn’t be too careful.

     She hunched over and leaned under the bed to the pull
the container out.  The towels were on top, but just under
them was a small assortment of sex toys and lingerie.  Leah
only saw her mother once or twice a year, usually around
Christmas time.  When Leah was twelve, her mother gave her a
vibrator of Christmas, explained its use, and even went on
to demonstrate how to get the most pleasure out of it.  Leah
appreciated the gift, and though was a little embarrassed
about the tutorial, she found out later just how valuable
both the vibrator and the instructions were!  Every
Christmas since then, she got another toy from her mother as
one of her gifts – she was sure her father didn’t know and
most likely wouldn’t have approved of them had he known, so
she kept them hidden.

     This Christmas, her mother had gotten her a butt plug,
which Leah had found odd yet amusing.  She had yet to decide
if she was more glad or upset that she hadn’t gotten the
demonstration on that particular item’s use, but either way,
she hadn’t tried it yet.  Seeing it in her box, she wondered
if maybe she shouldn’t give it a go sometime soon.  But what
would be better?  Using the plug on herself first, or having
Mike fuck her ass?
     
     As she was pondering this little dilemma, getting even
hornier as she considered both possibilities, she was
shocked by a hot, wet lap on her bare pussy.  She was on the
ground on her knees leaning over her storage container, so
her young, tight rear was high in the air, and was now under
the most delightful assault.
     
     The first drag of the roughness against her smooth
crotch was a shock, to say the least, and her body froze in
position, from the sudden jolt.  The second sent a thrill
shooting up her spine, and the third made her arms go weak,
nearly toppling her forward.  She glanced back, part of her
surprised to see Rowlie’s snout stuck between her legs, but
another part of her mind having known exactly what was
happening.
     
     “Rowlie,” she gasped, trying to tell him to stop, but
the rest of her words were lost in a moan as his long,
textured tongue slid across her sensitive clit and dipped
into her dripping snatch.  Mike had gone down on her, and
while a wonderful experience, it was nothing like this!
Rowlie’s tongue didn’t stop at her cunt, either.  He licked
up and across her puckered asshole, too, which made her anus
twitch with pleasure.
     
     Leah didn’t move for some time, letting Rowie lick to
his heart’s content.  He seemed to be relishing every moment
of it as much as she did.  Her mind was a maelstrom of
thoughts – she felt that this was wrong, somehow.  Dirty or
sick or perverted, but her body was responding to every
lick, the pleasure flooding her, she had a hard time
believing that this was somehow wrong.   Rowlie had started
licking her, and due to where he was licking her, she was
enjoying it – it wouldn’t be wrong for Rowlie to lick her
hand?  How was this different?
     
     Her lust won out, and after a while, there was no
conflict, just pleasure.  She lowered her head and pushed
her ass back more, spreading her legs to open herself up to
him and his seeking tongue.  She sighed and moaned her
contentment and reached a hand up to knead her tits once
more, letting the pleasure rush through her body as Rowlie
eased her closer and closer to orgasm.
     
     He pulled back for a moment, and Leah adjusted herself
again, wiggling her butt a little to keep his attention.
His weight on her back nearly knocked her over, and she
released her boob to steady herself with both hands.
     
     He wasn’t heavy, once she was in a better positioned,
but his humping hips made it hard for her to stay steady.
She was surprised that he had mounted her, and was even more
so when she felt the hot, hardness of his cock bumping
against her thigh.  She realized instantly what he was
doing, but she hesitated.  She could probably stand up,
making herself inaccessible.  She could probably just tell
him to get off, and Rowlie would most likely do it.  But she
even as she thought of these things, Leah did nothing at
all.
     
     His bouncing cock smacked against her naked legs a
couple times, leaving wet splattered of his pre-cum, and
then it slapped against her wet slit, and Leah gave a
throaty moan at the contact, which only spurred Rowlie on
more.  He shifted his weight on her; Leah winced as his
claws scratched across her back, but the roughness with
which he was taking her was kind of exciting.  As passionate
and crazed to fuck her as Mike seemed, it just did not
compare to the animalistic desire in Rowlie.
     
     She couldn’t take the teasing anymore, the feel of his
hot, thick cock against her skin and not inside of her.  She
reached back between her legs and caught his shaft – it was
much thicker then Mike’s cock, and maybe longer, too, and
she eased Rowlie’s member into her, moaning with desire as
she did so.
     
     Rowlie was calm when she held his cock, but once she
had taken all of him inside of her, he went wild.  His legs
fucked against her ass with short, fast pumps, unlike
anything Mike had ever managed.  This was true, wild
abandon, the fuck of absolute lust.  It was unlike anything
she had experienced before, and she could do nothing but
brace herself to keep from falling forward.
     
     Leah tried to stay quiet, but she just couldn’t.
Rowlie was fucking her harder and faster then she thought
possible, and she adored every moment of it.  As wonderful
as sex with Mike had been, it was nothing like this!
Pleasure exploded in waves through her body, and every time
she felt his claws on her back or became aware of his fur on
her skin, the realization that it was a dog that was riding
her, a canine giving her such complete and total
satisfaction, she would gasp and moan all the more.
     
     His cock was swelling, both inside of her and at the
base, just outside her cunt lips.  She could feel the bulge
plowing into her pussy as he furiously humped away.  With
each thrust, he pushed more and more, driving the thick knot
in his cock a little deeper inside of her, until, at least,
he forced it inside of her.  She gasped for breath at the
sudden intrusion; it stung like hell for a few seconds, just
like the first time she had stuck her vibrator up inside her
pussy.
     
     Rowlie’s mad humping slowed as soon as his knot was
inside, and now, his hips barely moved.  His cock-bulging
massaged the walls of her pussy like never before, and she
felt so very full all at once deep inside of her.  She
reached a hand between her legs, and stroked the flesh on
her mound, rubbing against the hard knot deep in her.  She
wasn’t even rubbing her clit, but she could feel her orgasm
growing quickly deep inside, a powerful tidal wave of
ecstasy about to explode through her whole body.
     
     Rowlie yelped, and for a second, Leah though her
rubbing his cock inside of her had hurt him, but them she
felt his dick jerking and the hot cum pouring into her tight
passage.  It felt so warm inside of her; Mike had always
used a condom, so she had never had that feeling.  Rowlie
was unloading his dog cum inside her pussy, over and over,
she felt it sitting inside her, trapped by the bulge of his
cock, blocking up her pussy-hole.  She wondered just how
much her was filling her; it excited her to thing of her
pussy completely full of it and having it pour from her cunt
lips when Rowlie pulled out.  It would leak out of her, onto
her floor, and she would lean down and lick it all right up
again, savoring every drop.
     
     As the thought filled her head, she came at last,
biting her lip hard to keep from screaming out loud.  Her
body shook as she came, and her arms gave out beneath her
and she fell forward onto her forearms, her head down.  She
just kept trembling as her orgasm flooded through her again
and again, seeming to last forever.
     
     “Leah, are you alright?  I heard a thud and – “
     
     Leah was barely aware of the voice at first, she was
totally lost pleasure of her ultimate climax.  She was just
coming down from her high, and the only sounds in the room
was panting, both hers and Rowlie’s.
     
     “Uh . . . .sorry,” her father gasped, and quickly
stepped out of the room, closing the door behind him.
     
     That registered in her head, and suddenly Leah realized
she had been caught – her father had come in to her room and
seen her getting fucked by a dog.  She tried to stand up,
her minding reeling from shame and confusion, but Rowlie was
still on her back, and his thick knot kept them stuck fast
together.  She settled back down, on the verge of tears,
completely mortified.