"… talk about getting fucked! Christ, that pecker of his looked like it was a foot long! And big around, too…"
Dottie's eyes were closed now and the afternoon sun had eased behind one of the longleaf pine trees that shaded their tiny lot and she was partially in the shade, but the air was still warm and soothing around her just the same. Without being aware of it at first, her fingertips had begun a slowly methodical trip up along the soft tanned flesh of her firm belly to the first rising swell of her breasts, barely hidden beneath the thin fabric of her bikini top. From somewhere there came the lilting soft tones of music from someone's stereo and the quiet relaxing music only added to the sex-hungry brunette's euphoric state.
Magically, as if guided by unseen hands, Dottie felt her fingers delicately touch the rich fullness of her breasts as they rose and fell in her self-induced daze of vibrant sexuality. She opened her eyes and looked around her. There was no way anyone could see her, really, except for the one trailer whose lot adjoined theirs in the rear, but those people both worked and were always away during the day. Both sides of their small rear yard were shielded by pine trees and… oh hell, what if they do see! I don't give a damn!
Reaching down at her side, she picked up her gin and tonic and hastily downed the last couple of ounces. With her eyes closed again, she could feel the tingle of the alcohol as it seeped through her like water into a sponge, soaking every pore and nerve-ending until her whole body seemed alive and shivering with anticipation.
"… hunched over her, his head all back… that big red prick of his humping in and out of-that sweet little pink pussy a mile a minute…"
Her eyes tightly shut, Dottie felt herself shiver excitedly as her fingers crept back along her bare midriff toward the burning moistness of her hidden cuntal crevice. God, she had to do something to stop this agony! She couldn't let it go on and on! What if Eddie was late tonight as he often was… Christ, she'd have to live with this gnawing heat in her loins for hours and hours!
Slowly, her fingers insinuated their way beneath the taut elastic waistband of her bikini bottoms and, her brain dulled by the strong drink she had made for herself, she refused to heed that small voice of caution in the back of her mind, allowing her hand to creep down, down into that forbidden territory of her sparsely-covered pussy mound. An electric chill raced along her spine as her fingers moved over the soft fluffy swelling there in the middle of her pelvis and she felt the first indentation beneath the thin dark hair of her pubic "vee".
"Oooohhhhh," she moaned lustfully as the tip of her middle finger found the pulsing little nerve-filled bud of her clitoris. It quivered beneath her very touch and she could feel its ecstatic signals broadcasting throughout her entire body and she began to twist and squirm excitedly on the chaise lounge.
Wantonly, her middle three fingers encircled the tiny pulsating bulb of hardened clitoral flesh and she squeezed it abandonedly between her fingertips, her lips pursed in a soulful gasp at the sheer salaciousness of her own touch. Leaving the throbbing pleasure-bud for a second, she slipped her other hand beneath the elastic of her bikini and lifted the taut pink fabric enough to moisten a fingertip in the warm pungent pool of her cuntal orifice and then she rubbed it lewdly back up over the tip of her clitoris, savoring the lustful tremors that one small touch sent rippling through her near-naked flesh. Again and again she rubbed the super-sensitive button of quivering femininity with her moistened fingertips, her ass-cheeks clenched tightly together and her hips lifted from the cushion of her chaise lounge and pumping up and down in an obscene gesture that excited her even more.
It was then that she began to sense it… slowly and almost unnoticeable at first, then stronger until it intruded on her thoughts like an alarm flashing in the deepest recesses of her alcohol and sex-stirred brain… someone was watching her! It was that secret inner feeling that always tells you when someone is spying on you, that sensation of eyes burning like hot coals into your tingling flesh. Suddenly flushed with shame and humiliation, she yanked her hands from her bikini and opened her eyes. Christ almighty… it was Hero, Peggy's handsome animal! He was only a couple of feet away inside the Davis' fenced in backyard and he was watching every obscene move she made with unconcealed enthusiasm!
"Well, lover boy," she said finally, clearing her throat first of her anguished sexuality. "How did you get out? Peggy must have locked you in this morning when she left!"
As if he had somehow understood every word, he turned his massive head in the direction of the Davis trailer and Dottie could see that the rear door was blocked open with the handle of a broom! Why hadn't she spotted that before! Of course, Peggy wouldn't want to keep him cooped up inside all day alone, not with this closed-in grassy area to run around in… how could she have been so stupid!
She climbed off her lounge and moved up against the short chain-link fence. The huge Doberman pinscher did not move away as she approached… if anything he edged closer to the fence! "You handsome, beast, I guess you know all my secrets now! That wasn't very gentlemanly, you know, spying on a lady in the midst of her… ah… private matters." She stared wonderingly at his almost grinning animal-face, the expression in his eyes one she could certainly recognize… God, she'd seen it often enough in men, but never in a dog! His big black eyes were twinkling! Seductively twinkling as if he understood just what it was she was doing… and he seemed to have something better in mind!
CHAPTER SEVEN
Dottie took a fleeting look at her jeweled wristwatch, a fifth anniversary gift from Eddie… and then a second, more meaningful look into the Doberman's soul-stirring eyes. Oh Christ, do I dare even think such a thing? She looked down beneath his muscled firm belly at the thickly masculine furry sheath that hid his reddish animal-cock and the heavy dark testicles that hung weightily between his powerful hind legs.
"… talk about getting fucked! Christ, that pecker of his looked like it was a foot long…"
Her feet seemed to carry her but she could have just as easily been walking on thin air… she could see and sense and feel what she was doing but it all seemed somehow to be part of an illusion. She was watching all this take place… but it was some other woman, surely, who was doing this wicked thing! Even Dottie Mangum could not cold-bloodedly make such a move!
"… hunched over her that big red prick of his… a mile a minute!"
"Hero, honey, how would you like to come and visit me? Okay?" she found herself saying, her hand on the closed gate of Peggy Davis' back yard. "You want to, big fellow?" she said soothingly and noted with excitement that he began to prance around eagerly on his feet, his short stub-tail wagging frantically.
With the gate now open before him, the sexy brunette backed away slowly and through the open gateway to her own yard. Hero eyed her curiously for a moment and then trotted unhesitatingly in her footsteps, not even stopping when the woman he knew only as his mistress' friend led him into a trailer much like the one he lived in now.
They were standing, both of them, in the kitchen of the Mangum trailer, and Dottie looked down anxiously at the powerfully big dog she had just recently heard so much about. On a sudden whim, she reached behind her back and unhooked the top of her pale pink bikini. Her breasts swelled suddenly free and soared proudly high, her nipples already erect and throbbing.