He paused, looking directly into the box, and at the same time her knees went wide, so that she was fully spread ready for whatever the dog wanted. Her arms went out from her sides, the fingers wiggling, her head rolled back and forth and she dug in her heels, lifting her hips to form a human arch on the concrete. I blinked, thoughts raging through my head. Had we sunk so low that we were going to allow this to happen? Was I going to lie here and let a dog seduce my wife before my eyes, probably working myself into sexual excitement at the scene? Was Amy asleep or was she faking it, loving it, hardly able to continue her charade, so excited had she become?
I never needed to learn the answer, for at that moment Trudy was getting up and coming into the circle, her eyes dancing with a wild pleasure, her throat flushed in excitement, her entire body trembling. The others looked up, shushing her, but she would not be stayed.
She went to Amy's side, touching Alexander on the tail. The big dog turned his head, ceasing his lapping for a moment, obviously pleased to see her. Trudy leaned over him, dragging his great head away from my wife's thighs and turning him around.
“Me, Alexander,” she rasped, her voice a half-whisper that carried across the yard. “Not her. Me. I'm the one you want.”
The dog seemed to know, perhaps smelling her need as sexual juices sent out their alarm. There could be no more primitive sexual call than this, I thought. A woman's body emitting a scent that an animal could pick up, trace and follow to its source, there to deliver satisfaction.
Alexander waited while Trudy got on her hands and knees, staring the dog in the eye. Together, they looked at one another, while we looked on. Amy apparently still slept, for she was motionless and her wiggling had ceased as her sexual fires began to bank themselves.
Trudy hugged the dog, working herself against him and then shoving a breast at his jaws. The mutt obliged, shoving that gigantic tongue against it and lapping until Trudy's head rolled back, her eyes closed, ecstasy on her face. “God… God… God…” Buddy crawled around to grasp Trudy's head, kissing her on the mouth and fondling the second breast while Alexander continued to lap. He was surprised when she shoved his face away and slapped his head from her breast.
“Scram, dear brother. I'm getting all the loving I need,” she hissed, at the same time stroking Alexander's head so he wouldn't be hurt and leave.
“What the hell…” Buddy began, but she shushed him.
“I told you, get away. Don't pretend you're shocked. You're getting your kicks just watching, right? Think what I'm experiencing. It's heaven. How would you like to have him wrap that tongue around your prick?” Buddy's eyes lighted. “Say, that's not a bad-” “Later, worm,” she continued. “Much later.” Trudy offered Alexander her other breast, which had already been pumped up by her brother, and the dog welcomed it, still being generous with his tongue. The little blonde's breathing was rasping like a file and she was stroking that head, grasping the ears, thumping those broad flanks.
Mary Ellen stirred, coming forward and trying to join in, her eyes begging, just as Buddy had done. “Get lost,” Trudy repeated, glaring at her rival for the dog's affections.
Mary Ellen seemed not to hear, sprawling on her elbows by Alexander's hindquarters and peering under his belly, to where his swollen balls and red shaft swung precariously. “Golly, what a sight.”
“It's mine, I tell you,” Trudy snapped. “Hands off.” Mary Ellen reached under the dog and her fingers ran along the red lance. “It's just like a sticky sucker, or something.” “I told you…”
“It's so different from a man's, you know?” she continued, trying to get a grip on the thing. Christ, even I was getting a new hard-on, from what erotic and sick portion of my subconscious I'll never know.
Trudy waded into her friend, pulling her breast from Alexander's tongue, and shoving hard on Mary Ellen's shoulder, sending the heavier girl sprawling. “Don't screw up everything, sweetheart. Wait your turn and we'll all be happy. This dog will run at the sight of a rabbit, you know, so stop trying to frighten him.” Her voice was like a whip in the stillness.
Then she was back before the dog, giving him final licks at each nipple before, stroking his head with a gentleness that belied her raging passion, she turned around. Now his head was facing her buttocks and Trudy, on hands and knees, looked back over her shoulder at him.
“Come on, boy,” she whispered. “It's all yours.”
“Jee-sus,” Buddy wailed, smacking his forehead. “If Aunt Charlotte could only see her little niece now.”
“Shut up,” she rasped at her brother. “You keep that tongue quiet or I'll tear it out of your throat.”
Again she was all sweetness and light for the German shepherd. The dog came forward, sniffing the white curve of a buttock, and then the other cheek. His nose wiggled along the crack, shoving deeper.
Trudy, I realized, was going all the way with her four-legged friend, the dog she had come to know so intimately from sitting with him.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
I stared, hardly believing, reminded of stag shows I'd been told about in which women had shared the billings with Shetland ponies, collies or other creatures belonging to a different species.
I wondered if Alexander himself could believe his good fortune for, so far as I knew, this was his first foray into the world of sex, since he was hardly more than a pup. He withdrew his nose from the sheltering cheeks of Trudy's saucy bottom, staring into her intimate area, the tip of his tail wagging, his ears pricked up high.
Looking around at us, he licked his chops and waited as though hoping his master would give permission. I was certain of it when his eyes locked on mine. I hated what I was doing but, worked up as I was at the bizarre sight, I nodded. He knew what that meant, all right.
He turned back to Trudy, nuzzling his big black beak into her rump again and sliding it down the crack until Trudy was wiggling back and forth and making small noises in her throat. She might have been a white-coated canine herself, the way she was perched on all fours, her buttocks presented as a perfect target. A bitch in heat, that was Trudy Pipp.
“Come on, fellow,” she whispered, her eyes dancing with a weird light. She was perspiring, the sweat collecting on her forehead and running down to the tip of her nose. “Come on. There's a good boy. Please.”
Alexander nuzzled closer and his long dark tongue whipped put, lapping half the length of her buttock fissure. He must have hit a dozen vital spots in a single lap, for Trudy went crazy for a moment, shaking from stem to stern, drooping on the pavement as her head hung, clawing at the concrete with her nails until I feared blood would flow. Then she managed to get some control of her self and she closed her eyes, breathing hard, her breast heaving as she waited for the next step.
The dog shoved lower, getting between her legs, and the little blonde shifted immediately, moving her knees farther apart so the big dark head could get between them and come up against the lips of her vagina.
“Look,” Mary Ellen was hissing, jabbing at me with her elbow, “he's going to shove that tongue into her snatch. Oh, I wish I were her!”
“You do?” I blurted.
She nodded and there were sighs all around the group. I glanced toward Amy and she was getting up, sitting on the concrete, blinking at the awesome spectacle that was unfolding in her own backyard. She looked toward me and I shrugged, feeling weak and foolish. We hadn't planned on this but, in his way Alexander might help us control these young people.
The dog was kicking at the long puffy lips between Trudy's legs, the extended tongue lancing between her folds and making great waves of pleasure ripple through that ripe little body. The tongue darted again and again and Trudy's ecstasy was building with each lap until we knew she was on the verge of an orgasm.