Sharon felt as if she had an orange stuck in her larynx. Dobbie! A dog was fucking this woman with his tongue! This was ghastly!
But this feeling did not prevent Sharon from moving swiftly across the patio's cool brick floor toward a latched gate that separated the dog's pen from the rest of the yard. She pushed her fingers against the partially opened gate and watched it slide open wider to reveal the most indecent and lewd sight she had ever seen in her life!
For there, on the ground lying on a huge beach towel, was the mysterious neighbor lying stretched back, her legs spread crab-like, her full firm breasts quivering tantalizingly and the nipples distended with her lust, as a Doberman Pinscher lapped his long red tongue over and back through her shining wet pussy, drawing her moist dark pubic curls after it with every obscene lick!
Sharon gasped and fell back into the shadows against the barbecue pit, her fingers moving instinctively up under her levi cut-offs toward her bathing suit bikinis, then inside through the snug elastic waistband to course down through her sparsely curling pubic hair. One finger found the swollen lips of her itching and burning young cunt, making a tiny, titillating little circle all around their hypersensitive outer edges. She bit down hard on her sultry, pouting lower lip, and began to move her finger around faster under her bottoms. This was altogether too much! She thought she was going to go out of her mind, unable to deny herself any longer. First, there was Bob's hungry stare as she left in her bikini, then the newsboy's hungry kiss, and then that obscene old man in the park… and now her sister's neighbor was deep in the throes of sexual adventure so lewd that Sharon's young mind could scarcely grasp it. What was the world coming to? Was this maturity?
Everywhere she looked, she was getting turned on. It seemed to be other people… and dogs who were having most of the fun, and her hot little cunt couldn't stand the waiting any longer! Had her sister withstood these temptations when she was Sharon's age? Today was a day wherein nothing seemed to be sacred. Maybe it was a full moon…
Her mind aflame with desire, the pretty blonde teenager stuffed her middle finger up through the pleasantly drenched confines of her slippery cunt, working it around. Fierce enervating waves of lust seemed to inundate her virginal teenage flesh. Her loins felt as if they were boiling over. It would not have been so difficult to conceive of her worldly and beautiful sister's neighbor laying back there in the yard with a man. But with a dog?
Suddenly she saw Marla pull her knees all the way up so that they touched her breasts. In this position the slender crevice between her smooth milk-white buttocks was rolled upward and presented in obscene sacrifice to Dobbie's savagely licking tongue. Sharon watched wild-eyed from the gate as the big animal's gleaming tongue scrolled up to thrust madly in and out of her neighbor's hair-fringed cuntal furrow in a lascivious imitation of intercourse, then spiraled its way wetly downward to flick without mercy at the woman's wrinkled little anus.
Marla seemed to be choking on her own moans as Dobbie's tongue pointed and elongated, licking and flicking passionately at her exposed and vulnerable nether opening. She no longer delivered words of any clarity, but rather one long string of mumbled imprecations, all of them hopelessly incoherent with passion.
Sharon was trembling violently now. As if in a dream her free hand began involuntarily massaging the straining voluptuousness of her virginal young breasts. Then her fingers snaked up under her tight bikini top and trapping her trembling nipples between thumb and forefinger and kneading and twisting at them until she was afraid they might rip loose from the quivering milky mounds.
A groan of deepest satisfaction escaped from the thirteen year old's sensually parted lips. The fire raging all around inside her loins was driving her crazy. And the finger still thrust down between her legs was now driving in and out of her wetly sluicing cunt in a maddening cadence.
Gasping for air, the hopelessly aroused teenager screwed her fingers in as deeply as she could, then began running them in and out of her swallowing cunt with a fury that was uncontrollable. The vision in her head of her neighbor having her cunt licked by the Doberman Pinscher only goaded her on to more insane heights of licentious desire. Even as she shut her eyes with tension, she could still see in her mind's eyes the way Dobbie's large thick tongue stuffed itself in and out of Marla's urgently clasping cunt, sinking through the soft dark pubic hair like a wet red sword. Thus stirred, it was not long before Sharon's hoarse gasps and cries were matching those of Marla's.
Yes, she had to admit it – she wanted everything that Marla was getting and them some. Her fingers became in her imagination the big dog's lapping tongue, and they split her love-starved young cunt right up the sensitive middle. She only wished that it were Dobbie's tongue pumping into her searing hot cunt instead of just her fingers. Out of her mind with lust, she moved the other hand away from her heaving breasts, reaching down inside her panties from the rear and then working one slender index finger up into the tiny puckered anus between her moon-shaped buttocks. She gasped hoarsely as, in a few seconds, she soon had two slim substitute penises fucking in and out of the vaginal openings of her loins, her pleasure increased a hundred-fold.
Sharon gasped and choked on her own lusty cries as she dually finger-fucked herself. She stopped long enough to lift her tee-shirt, and bra up off her large hanging breasts, then plunged her fingers back in again with a groan. Then she moved up close to the wall of the fence until her full-swaying mounds were brushing nipple first against the rough wood, driving the hungering thirteen year old to even greater heights of masturbatory bliss.
The young girl's face flushed crimson as she felt her climax coming with a great savage roar like a tidal wave of sound and pleasure steaming toward a tropical beach. She hung teetering on the edge of the most beautiful blinding orgasm of her young teenage life, her long blonde hair hanging down her throat straining for breath – and then suddenly her entire body was vibrating madly and the white hot secretions of her lust came gushing down around her lewdly plunging fingers, covering her hand with its thick cream-like stickiness and then running down her wrist to drip onto the patio brick floor below. She could feel it trickling in small prickly rivers down the insides of her shivering thighs and over her stiffly bent knees.
For a long time Sharon didn't realize how much she was gasping and panting for breath through her fantastic shattering climax. Her head seemed to have left her body, and perspiration and a post-orgasmic rash broke out all over her succulent body. Her eyes seemed to be clenched tightly shut for ages, her head resting lank against the fence, her teeth dug sharply into her full lower lip in order to prevent herself from crying out.
Sharon remained there gasping for air for some time, her ass cheeks swaying langurously in the air. She couldn't bring herself to withdraw her fingers from her body until the last dying pulsations of her climax had departed. When they had, her fingers at last slithered wetly from her satiated pussy and tight-clasping anus, and she shuddered as if she had a fever.
Still panting heavily, she leaned against the fence and looked in at Marla Cushing. Yes, she was still there, and now apparently undergoing her own terrific, head-blowing orgasm. She had gripped Dobbie's ears and was drawing his muzzle so deeply between her long smooth legs that Sharon, blowing some platinum wisps out of her blue eyes, couldn't really make out whether the dog was fucking her with his snout or with his tongue.
Sharon clutched her throat as she realized that she was becoming all excited again. This would never do at all. The thing to do was get home quickly and take a cold shower or something… anything!