al store one afternoon, walking home with a small bag of things. There is a lake near our house and I detoured to walk beside it. Then sat on a bench and watched some geese come in for a landing. First they were dots in the sky, circling into a glide path, finally honking and landing like small planes on the surface fluttering to a stop, splashing the water with their feet. I was intent on the birds and hadn't noticed an animal had come to my bench. It had a white spash in the middle of his face and on his throat. The rest of him black. His tongue was out as he panted and looked up at me for some doggy treat. I patted his head. "Nice doggy," and he licked my hand. I gave him no thought and watched the geese paddle around but he licked my hand again letting me know he was still there. He had longing eyes so I looked through my groceries for a treat. I broke open some sandwich meat and gave him bits of ham which he gobbled and licked again.

Being a serious dog lover, its licking made my body to respond even though I wasn't interested at all. Nature and my bad habits took over my body. It was a dog and my body ached for dogs, got wet for dogs. It wasn't a conscious thing and, there in the park? Come on. In a public park! You're kidding. But my body wasn't kidding so I crossed my legs to hide my scent from this strange, hungry dog. My ears were filling though and I was instantly wet, as a dog bitch's body is wont to do. At this point in my dog lust days, I couldn't help myself. Common sense had no control. I looked down at him. He was a strapping fellow, a big dog. Being curious I checked how he was hung. I had no interest in a little mutt but this was a fine animal and his dick peeked from its sheath...dripping as he licked at my hand.

I looked around the park on this warm afternoon and saw that, except for the geese and some guy asleep under a tree some distance from me, I was alone. I patted the animal's head and chuckled his mouth. He sniffed and panted, as a dog will, and I could tell he already had me on his radar as he pushed at my hand and his dick protruded more. Dogs are all the same. Like men. They grow lusty with a start. Me, too. A couple licks and I was ready. And his dick kept growing. I reached down to play with it, encouraging it and glanced about again. Still safe.

I uncrossed my legs and the panting was intent now. His nose lifted my dress. His tongue was licking toward me and I felt hot all over. My ears were pulsing and knew I would be raped there in the park by this handsome dog. When he licked my panties I reached and pulled them aside, opening wider for the good stuff and he licked again with more force. God! I wanted to lie on my back but didn't dare. I looked around and saw the sleeping man was gone.

Where had he gone? I didn't know and didn't care. I was here with this animal. Wanted ravishing right there. But I stood up instead, gathered my groceries and walked the short distance to my house. No one was home, we could be private, I could be open and completely lusty. I walked, with the dog following, and got to my door in a few minutes. The dog was hesitant and I got another bit of ham, holding it out at the doorway and he came in and ate it. I was ready to be eaten, put down the package, went to our living room and laid back on the couch. This dog, this stupid damned dog, then sat in the kitchen, looking at me, his dick recoiling into its sleeve. I was terribly horny and the dog had lost the scent.

Now it was my turn to take charge. Patting the couch, the dog came over and we started our seduction anew. Petting his head, working at his dick-sleeve and soon we were back on track. I removed my underwear, lifted my dress and he was at me with that delicious tongue which got me hot and dripping even before the first stroke. I watched him lick my hair and cunt and spread it for him, watching his red dick come out again. I rested my head now. He didn't need to be told. This hairy animal thing was in charge of my body and I let out a groan as the first wave of sensation went through me. I lifted my hips for him. His cold nose gave me shudders and I lost it. The endless desparate licking--he wanted my juices, eating my spend with such eagerness. My breathing was panting in short gasps. A new dog. A new tongue. I was a promiscuous dog's bitch and lifting to each sensational lick.

I was jolted because I heard something else, not the dog or me, there was a loud knocking on our front door. Not now!! Please! Please!! Not just now when I was so close...but another demanding knock and I had to collect myself, push down the dog, push down the dress, calm myself for the fucking door.

I opened it. It was the man in the park! He had that look on his face. Like he knew. My face was flush and he saw it. There was no hiding. No denial. "I saw you and 'him' walking away," he said. I was a dog's bitch in heat and my face told a story. He took my hand, pushing me back, closing the door, leading me into the living room where he, dog and I were now a threesome. He picked my underwear from the floor, tossed it on the couch and smiled. He held me close and kissed my lips. His hands were busy on my wet parts. I was shocked and hot and hadn't come yet because of this...his...loud interruption as his tongue was in my mouth, milking my tongue and his hands were at my body, milking me with long fingers, and his long stiff finger was stroking my clit and dipping into me. I was ready and couldn't stand the tease. Held on his neck to stay upright.

I slippped from his grip to the couch and he was down at my knees, spreading me. The air made me cold where I was dripping wet. I waited for him to take me. "Come on boy," he said. And I felt hairy paws on my hips and a huge stiff dog cock poking at me. "I know what you're about," he said to me. "You're a dog's bitch. One cock's like another to some. Am I right?" he asked. I just nodded. "Except there are cocks and then there are really long, knotted dog cocks. Tell me it's so!" I just nodded again. I was too hot to say anything, wanting more. I needed fucking now and looked at the man with glassy eyes, feeling the tip of dog's cock poking at me, missing, poking again. Then the man took charge, directing that cock into my hole. It was a surging thing, entering me with his guidance, retreating and surging again. Then it kind of stopped and I was spread wide by this slick hot cock as the huge knot tore at me, stretching and it was too big to enter. He took my shoulder, saying: "Hold on!" I grabbed his leg and he held me tight. The knot was too much but the dog and his bitch were both dripping, lubricated and suddenly it forced itself inside. I cried out. Some gutteral, animal-like sound. The man was petting my head, wiping my tears, soothing me .

Momentarily all was still, suspended, me stretched to the breaking, tears on my cheeks and in my mouth, his hand guided the monster, pushing me on it, petting me and my legs. Then my tormented cunt surrendered and relaxed, embraced this thing lodged inside and I felt hairy legs clutch at my sides and the stroking began again. I was wide open, controlled and I could feel the tip of the cock inside, teasing me. Nothing had teased me there before, and the dog rocked and pushed. I released myself completely, crying out again with that animal sound, this time in an ecstacy of pleasure. An aching, arching sound from my mouth as though my whole being was responding to sensations. The man held my shoulder and I reached and grabbed his cock. The dog became frantic. It was his moment and he would take me. I gripped the man's cock hard, holding on. I could feel his warm come on my wrist while the dog fucked me and I stroked the man's cock. We three frantic things. Arching my butt to receive every push and thrust. Legs pawing at my waist to secure the whole cock and knot. Until it was done and I was done.

Then we were not moving. I only a throbbing thing, man and dog cocks throbbing. The tears ran down my cheeks and along my neck. The man was petting my thigh, kissing my salty lips. I moved my mouth aside for air. The dog was panting on my chest. He had worked hard and worked me hard. We all rested there on the couch as I felt the wet on my face and juices oozing from me, down my cheeks. Now I was more cool than hot. Finally his knot released. More fluids down my cheeks with the dog licking up our spend. His tongue on my legs and cunt but I was exhausted and his tongue was only soothing and cleansing. My arousal in decline. I couldn't open my eyes as they both lifted from the couch. The man put a blanket over me. I heard the front door close.

I rembered the geese landing on the waters of our lake, bobbing on the surface, and my own fluids cooling, my body becalmed. I wondered of my next walk home from the market, planning another detour along the lake edge and if there might again be that man resting and the dog. I was dreamy and relaxed now. Surely it had been a dream. Surely. I opened my eyes and there was no dog, no man, but I saw my underwear on the arm of the couch and some green beneath--green?--$100 bill in green! I went and locked the door, leaned against it, smiled to myself, felt warm all over again. And I had a few dollars for more shopping.

ected or unused in the young and old or a puzzlement to those in between young and old. The crossed legs withholding, concealing or revealing some emotion or none at all. But repressed emotions or curious and unexplored feelings. Feelings denied or feelings nasty--what they were told and the feelings denied and lectured and threatened--feelings real, intense, pushed down, prevented, diverted- -"Don't forget your genes [You slut!]" Feelings covered with panty hose and corsets and tight panties and fears and threats. Feelings expressed, released and then guilty feelings. Feelings released and then hurt feelings of the scorned or the cheated feelings. Feelings defiled by lies, unkept and false promises and reflected in crossed legs, crossed thighs, puckered lips that are dry on the outside and yearning within. Legs of all kinds. Ankles, slender and otherwise--all kinds. Knees, thighs, fannies ... wet mouths, pouting mouths and lips waiting to be kissed and licked and opened and probed. All along the church pews, with music and song and sermon; hell's fire; damnation; sinners all. Hands on legs, knees, crossed, resting...petting, holding hands. Smoothing legs and calves. Hidden, forbidden, secret and private hands, legs and ... excited thighs, wet fannies, On one side of the room or the other, on benches for buses and in parks and in wedding chapels or just chapels ... in pews. Kneeling. I looked down the row of people and saw her kneeling and looking up. The corner of her eye was wet and the sun glistened on the wet. I stared at the light on her face and her shape as she was kneeling. At her bare knee and the shape of her thigh up to the hip and a soft and shapely bottom. I knew she felt my stare. We were in a holy, sensual place. Where Christ's symbol was high on the wall. Jesus wept. His tears stained his cloth. It was a place of feeling and I was feeling toward her and her bent legs and thighs and could feel my hand petting her thigh and bottom and feel her flex when I touched between and nuzzled her flesh with my hand. I pulled off her skirt with my hands and laid her bare to me as she lay back in the pew and opened herself to me. She looked at me and looked away. She could feel me looking. Could feel me touching, probing her private places, where she was wanton and responding even while she was kneeling in prayer. I was praying, too, for her, her legs wrapping my waist and her warmth touching the point of me and playing on her flesh with my point; dipping into her and feeling religious and naughty at the same time. Touching her fleshiest part, her private, secret mouth. She opened her mouth to me and closed around me, pulling me in and stroking my balls with her fingers and licking with her tongue and I dipped again and withdrew; then she tasted her wetting on me and played with the tip and down. She had delicate fingertips and her hands were joined as she knelt. I played with her from behind; made her stiffen and shudder; touched her nipples and held her breasts. Warm in my grasp and stiff nipples on my fingertips. She looked my way, eyes sparkling again and quickly away and adjusted herself on the kneeling pad and put her nose in her joined hands. The line of her body was shapely and I felt her back, down to her bottom and felt her front and down her front as she sat back on my lap and fumbled for my fly to unzip and release me between her legs. Stroking me from tip to base and holding my balls. Both of her hands now stroking me upward and I could feel coolness. She was wet and yearning and naughty there in the pew, in the church and with the symbol on the wall looking down at us and blushing and she adjusted herself in her seat on top of me and stuffed me inside her. I spread her apart and she was straddling me. Desparate now, she shoved my cock in her wet mouth between her legs. I felt her hair against the base of me and lifted up in her. She stopped praying and was only feeling now and leaning her head on the front pew and opening her legs for me to enter and re-enter and plunge deeply into her, splitting her apart until she was ready and lifted to my movements and I reached and held her breasts and pulled her down on me and slapped into her mouth and she kissed me and suckled me and teased me and milked me into her body. Her face was hot and red now and she rested on the front pew and words were in her ears ... thy kingdom come, on earth as it is in heaven ... and a smile was on her lips. She reached between her legs and stroked, not wanting me to leave her body, not wanting her breath back ... forever and ever, amen ... and I was soft and timid and limp and her eyes closed in prayer. She stood and walked toward me and past me while we stood in the pews and I could smell her as she passed. She was delicate and looked away for she knew we had sinned and she knew she wanted us to sin again, there in the pew, in God's eyes, with his blessing. It was a sacred bonding. Hot! Hell's fire in us both. She adjusted her skirt and I wanted to kiss her and hold her and lick her clean and smell of her again ... here on earth as it surely must be in Heaven!