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02-19-2010, 02:20 AM
Picnic
by Gaston Birch (address withheld)
Susan was a very attractive dancer, exactly twenty-five
years old. She was a tall, graceful brunette, with a
firm abdomen, grapefruit-sized breasts, taut buttocks,
and long, svelte legs. She had sex appeal to spare, but
she worked hard to keep her body fit. Lots of
professional dancers did this, and she was no
exception. On this particular Sunday in April, Susan
was taking a break from rehearing a ballet with her
company.
She drove her Ford Taurus car out to the country, with
a picnic basket, blanket and her pet golden retriever
dog Pointer in tow. Pointer was a big, handsome dog; he
was five years old, and was about five feet long from
his nose to the tip of his tail. He had been a very
faithful and loving companion to Susan, ever since she
adopted him from the local animal shelter. He was the
most consistent male in her life, especially since her
painful break-up with Gary, her last boyfriend.
It was a beautiful day, out in the countryside. Susan
was wearing a yellow dress that went up to her knees,
rubber sandals, and no underwear. She parked her car,
and walked around to the passenger side. She opened it,
and her dog quickly leapt off of it, onto the white
pebbles on the road. She then got the big cloth blanket
and her picnic basket out of the back seat. She led the
way to the picnic spot, which was in the shade of a
giant oak tree, and just a stone's throw from a crystal
clear lake. Pointer followed her, his four furry legs
keeping pace.
Susan laid out the food on the picnic blanket, which
had a red-and-white checker pattern. Pointer sat beside
her, as she feasted on grapes, cheese with crackers,
and sparkling cider. Susan fed Pointer a few doggie
treats she had bought along with her. The warm air and
sunlight was very relaxing to the both of them.
Susan gazed at the sparkling blue water of the lake
ahead of her. She sighed softly. If only Gary was with
her, to help her share this beautiful day... But Gary
was out of her life. She had to accept that. Susan was
grateful for her dog's loyal company, to help ease the
pain of Gary's absence. having her loyal dog for
company helped to ease the sadness she felt inside. "I
could really go for a swim right now..." she mused out
loud.
She looked around, to make sure that no one else was
around. The reason was that she was in the mood for a
nude swim. Susan realized that she and Pointer were
alone, so she was safe to take off her clothes. She was
often nude in the privacy of her home, so having her
dog see her in the buff wasn't a big deal to Susan.
She kicked off her sandals, and slipped her dress up
and over her head. The dress' fabric brushed against
her hair and face, as she removed it. Her dainty
fingers let that dress fall to the grass. Susan was
naked. She loved feeling the faint spring breeze caress
her body. It was very sensual and liberating for her.
She tiptoed down to the edge of the lake. She heard
footsteps following her.
For a brief moment, she was afraid. She turned to see
Pointer following her. Susan's fear subsided as quickly
as it came. She hadn't considered that her dog would
want to follow her to the lake; but she saw no reason
why he couldn't cool off in the water, along with her.
Susan stood at the edge of the lake. It wasn't very
big, maybe a square half-mile in size. Lots of green
bushes and a few pine trees dotted the edge of the
lake. The sky above the lake was a brilliant blue, with
the warm sun piercing the very top of it. She stood
there pondering the lovely scenery for a long moment.
Pointer wasted no time - he dashed right into the
water, eagerly taking to it. His paws stirred up the
dirt on the bottom of the lake.
Within a minute, he was in water over his head. He
paddled his furry golden-brown legs steadily, to keep
afloat. Susan smiled - she was happy that her beloved
dog was enjoying his trip outdoors so much. She tiptoed
into the water. It was just cold enough to make
goosebumps form on her skin. She stepped further, her
lithe legs disappearing under the lake's rippling
surface.
Pointer was happily swimming about sixty feet ahead of
her, but was keeping his eye on her. His attractive
owner then dove completely under the water. Her nude
body made a big splash as she immersed herself in the
refreshing lake. She closed her eyes as she swam
forward, pretending that she was in a tropical ocean.
She popped her head above the water's surface, to take
a breath. She kicked up her legs, and began to float on
her back.
Susan spread our her arms wide, and kept her legs
slightly apart. Very thin rivulets of water slid down
the soft white hills of her bosom, while her rosy pink
nipples kissed the air. She felt gloriously alive -
more happy and carefree than she had been in a long
time. The cool water surrounded and gently rocked her
body. Only the sounds of Pointer swimming close by
reminded her of the trappings of her daily life.
After half an hour or so of floating upon the lake's
surface, Susan felt ready to go back to shore. She did
a leisurely breast-stroke back to shore. She got up out
of the water, and used her fingers to brush some of the
excess water off of her skin. Pointer followed her out
of the water. He shook his furry body, sending many
tiny drops of water into the air. Some of them landed
on Susan's upper thighs. Susan glanced at Pointer.
"That was one great swim, wasn't it, boy?" she asked.
She began to walk back to her picnic blanket. Her dog
trotted closely behind. She lay down on the grass,
preparing to let the warm sunlight dry her off. The dog
was a bit restless, after his invigorating dip in the
lake. Unlike his owner, he was hardly in the mood for
rest.
Susan lazily put her bare arm over her eyes, relishing
the sensation of the warm sunlight beating down upon
her naked body. She could hear Pointer trotting around
the grass, near her. She was hoping he would take her
cue, and lie down next to her. But instead, the dog -
attracted by Susan's ripe feminine scent - poked his
cold black nose into her pussy.
This was the first time that Pointer had ever tried
anything that intimate with Susan. Her body tensed up,
unsure how to react to this strange sensation. She drew
her arm back, and looked down at her dog. He sniffed
her thick brown bush of pubic hair, and then licked her
again.
Pointer had a very long, pink tongue. This time, a
shiver of pleasure ran through her body. His tongue was
very stimulating. Her mind raced - should she let her
dog do this to her? In the whole three and a half years
she had owned him, she had never considered having any
kind of sexual contact with him. But now that this was
happening, she was wondering why this idea hadn't
crossed her mind. The dog licked her labia twice in a
row. Susan squirmed, her pussy starting to get moist.
She cautiously put a hand to the dog's head. Her
fingers lovingly stroked his golden fur, as he buried
his nose and tongue in her succulent honeypot.
Then, Susan remembered the remainder of her picnic
lunch, still lying in the wicker basket. "Why not add
some food to the fun?" she asked herself. She gently
nudged the dog's head away from her groin, and crawled
over to the picnic basket. Pointer sniffed around the
edges of it. Susan pulled out a carton of butter, and
put a few doggie treats in front of Pointer. While the
dog wolfed down those delicious snacks, Susan used her
fingers to spread the creamy yellow butter all over her
upper body. She was trembling a bit. She was feeling
very aroused now, and was very eager to spend more time
allowing her dog to explore and please her body.
"Here, boy!" Susan lay down on the grass again, her
torso glistening with butter. She patted the ground,
making sure to get her pet's attention. He eagerly
trotted over to her, and stood right to her left. He
leaned forward, and began to lick the butter off of his
mistress' body. Susan swooned with delight, as her dog
lapped up the butter. He began with her heaving
breasts. His pink tongue slid over each vanilla mound,
scooping up every last bit of butter covering them.
Susan especially liked it when the dog's tongue grazed
her very erect nipples.
Once Pointer had completed cleaned her bosom, he moved
his head down to her stomach. He licked up the butter
off of her soft white belly, with the same care he had
licked it off of her breasts. "Oh yes, Pointer, you are
such a good doggie..." Susan moaned softly, loving what
he was doing to her with his tongue. She cautiously put
a hand to the dog's head. Her fingers lovingly stroked
his golden fur, as he licked her belly clean. His legs
were grazing her midsection now. The fur tickled her
bare skin.
Pointer nudged his head against Susan's pussy, which
was practically pulsating with erotic tension. She had
slathered an extra coat of butter on her pubic mound,
to ensure that her dog would lick it extra-hard. His
cold, wet nose and long pink tongue gave Susan great
pleasure, as her dog eagerly licked her pussy, which
was covered with a thick bush of light-brown hair.
"Ooooh, yes, Pointer!" Susan groaned, as she thrust her
hips to meet his busy mouth. The dog took a great
liking to the taste of Susan's pussy coated with creamy
butter. Her clit grew longer, and Pointer's tongue
pressing against it made it throb with pleasure.
Susan got very aroused, as she lovingly stroked
Pointer's head, keeping it at the one place she needed
it the most. He lovingly lapped up every bit of butter
from her crotch. She used her free hand to reach down
and spread her ass cheeks apart. Susan gasped with
orgasmic pleasure when Pointer's tongue licked her
pussy and asshole both at once. Within seconds, her dam
exploded. She bucked her hips, and writhed and moaned
like a wildcat as honey flowed from deep inside her.
"Oh yes, yes, YES!!!" she cried, relishing the
sweetness of her animal-induced orgasm. Pointer loved
his owner's tangy pussy juice, and ensured that every
last drop of it went into his throat.
Susan was now ready for something even sexier than
letting her dog lick her pussy - namely, letting him go
all the way with her. She gently removed his mouth from
her drenched honeypot by pushing his head away with her
hands. She gazed down at her pussy, to admire Pointer's
sexual skill. Her twat was very wet, a combination of
dog saliva and her own juices sticking to her pubic
jungle like moss. Her labia were very swollen and pink,
and she could see her clit standing at attention like a
soldier on duty. She was very hungry for her dog to
take her completely.
Susan spread her slender white legs as far as she
could, offering her dog an irresistible invitation. The
dog's penis was now quite stiff and ready for action.
He mounted his owner, his furry golden body pressing
down firmly onto Susan's flushed skin. Susan pushed
down on his hindquarters, and the two of them, working
in tandem, managed to squeeze Pointer's erection inside
Susan's vagina. The dog began to frantically work his
hips, sliding his rubbery cock in and out of her hot
and slick vagina. He grunted and whimpered with
pleasure, as Susan met his thrusts with her own. "Oh
god, this feels so good!" She cried. "Fuck me hard, you
dirty, horny animal!"
Pointer thrust hard into his owner, his ballsack
slapping the small patch of skin between Susan's pussy
lips and anus. Susan felt alive with pure lust, she so
loved the sensation of being filled with hard canine
cock. Her sharp fingernails dug into the dog's furry
body, as she felt another orgasm quickly approaching.
She squealed with delight, as her vaginal contractions
milked Pointer's cock. He howled as his balls sent out
thick ounces of fresh dog cum. Susan swooned as that
hot cream filled her womanly parts. She was so in love
with her dog, she wouldn't even have minded if his
sperm knocked her up.
A very horny Pointer kept his dick inside his owner,
while waiting for the swelling to go down. He licked
Susan's face clean of the beads of sweat covering it.
She playfully licked his mouth with her own tongue.
"Do you realize you're the best lover I've ever had,
you big doggie stud?" She told him, running her fingers
along his back. She could have kicked herself for
waiting so long to discover the pleasure of dog-
fucking. Now that she had a taste of it, she wasn't
going to go another day without it.
by Gaston Birch (address withheld)
Susan was a very attractive dancer, exactly twenty-five
years old. She was a tall, graceful brunette, with a
firm abdomen, grapefruit-sized breasts, taut buttocks,
and long, svelte legs. She had sex appeal to spare, but
she worked hard to keep her body fit. Lots of
professional dancers did this, and she was no
exception. On this particular Sunday in April, Susan
was taking a break from rehearing a ballet with her
company.
She drove her Ford Taurus car out to the country, with
a picnic basket, blanket and her pet golden retriever
dog Pointer in tow. Pointer was a big, handsome dog; he
was five years old, and was about five feet long from
his nose to the tip of his tail. He had been a very
faithful and loving companion to Susan, ever since she
adopted him from the local animal shelter. He was the
most consistent male in her life, especially since her
painful break-up with Gary, her last boyfriend.
It was a beautiful day, out in the countryside. Susan
was wearing a yellow dress that went up to her knees,
rubber sandals, and no underwear. She parked her car,
and walked around to the passenger side. She opened it,
and her dog quickly leapt off of it, onto the white
pebbles on the road. She then got the big cloth blanket
and her picnic basket out of the back seat. She led the
way to the picnic spot, which was in the shade of a
giant oak tree, and just a stone's throw from a crystal
clear lake. Pointer followed her, his four furry legs
keeping pace.
Susan laid out the food on the picnic blanket, which
had a red-and-white checker pattern. Pointer sat beside
her, as she feasted on grapes, cheese with crackers,
and sparkling cider. Susan fed Pointer a few doggie
treats she had bought along with her. The warm air and
sunlight was very relaxing to the both of them.
Susan gazed at the sparkling blue water of the lake
ahead of her. She sighed softly. If only Gary was with
her, to help her share this beautiful day... But Gary
was out of her life. She had to accept that. Susan was
grateful for her dog's loyal company, to help ease the
pain of Gary's absence. having her loyal dog for
company helped to ease the sadness she felt inside. "I
could really go for a swim right now..." she mused out
loud.
She looked around, to make sure that no one else was
around. The reason was that she was in the mood for a
nude swim. Susan realized that she and Pointer were
alone, so she was safe to take off her clothes. She was
often nude in the privacy of her home, so having her
dog see her in the buff wasn't a big deal to Susan.
She kicked off her sandals, and slipped her dress up
and over her head. The dress' fabric brushed against
her hair and face, as she removed it. Her dainty
fingers let that dress fall to the grass. Susan was
naked. She loved feeling the faint spring breeze caress
her body. It was very sensual and liberating for her.
She tiptoed down to the edge of the lake. She heard
footsteps following her.
For a brief moment, she was afraid. She turned to see
Pointer following her. Susan's fear subsided as quickly
as it came. She hadn't considered that her dog would
want to follow her to the lake; but she saw no reason
why he couldn't cool off in the water, along with her.
Susan stood at the edge of the lake. It wasn't very
big, maybe a square half-mile in size. Lots of green
bushes and a few pine trees dotted the edge of the
lake. The sky above the lake was a brilliant blue, with
the warm sun piercing the very top of it. She stood
there pondering the lovely scenery for a long moment.
Pointer wasted no time - he dashed right into the
water, eagerly taking to it. His paws stirred up the
dirt on the bottom of the lake.
Within a minute, he was in water over his head. He
paddled his furry golden-brown legs steadily, to keep
afloat. Susan smiled - she was happy that her beloved
dog was enjoying his trip outdoors so much. She tiptoed
into the water. It was just cold enough to make
goosebumps form on her skin. She stepped further, her
lithe legs disappearing under the lake's rippling
surface.
Pointer was happily swimming about sixty feet ahead of
her, but was keeping his eye on her. His attractive
owner then dove completely under the water. Her nude
body made a big splash as she immersed herself in the
refreshing lake. She closed her eyes as she swam
forward, pretending that she was in a tropical ocean.
She popped her head above the water's surface, to take
a breath. She kicked up her legs, and began to float on
her back.
Susan spread our her arms wide, and kept her legs
slightly apart. Very thin rivulets of water slid down
the soft white hills of her bosom, while her rosy pink
nipples kissed the air. She felt gloriously alive -
more happy and carefree than she had been in a long
time. The cool water surrounded and gently rocked her
body. Only the sounds of Pointer swimming close by
reminded her of the trappings of her daily life.
After half an hour or so of floating upon the lake's
surface, Susan felt ready to go back to shore. She did
a leisurely breast-stroke back to shore. She got up out
of the water, and used her fingers to brush some of the
excess water off of her skin. Pointer followed her out
of the water. He shook his furry body, sending many
tiny drops of water into the air. Some of them landed
on Susan's upper thighs. Susan glanced at Pointer.
"That was one great swim, wasn't it, boy?" she asked.
She began to walk back to her picnic blanket. Her dog
trotted closely behind. She lay down on the grass,
preparing to let the warm sunlight dry her off. The dog
was a bit restless, after his invigorating dip in the
lake. Unlike his owner, he was hardly in the mood for
rest.
Susan lazily put her bare arm over her eyes, relishing
the sensation of the warm sunlight beating down upon
her naked body. She could hear Pointer trotting around
the grass, near her. She was hoping he would take her
cue, and lie down next to her. But instead, the dog -
attracted by Susan's ripe feminine scent - poked his
cold black nose into her pussy.
This was the first time that Pointer had ever tried
anything that intimate with Susan. Her body tensed up,
unsure how to react to this strange sensation. She drew
her arm back, and looked down at her dog. He sniffed
her thick brown bush of pubic hair, and then licked her
again.
Pointer had a very long, pink tongue. This time, a
shiver of pleasure ran through her body. His tongue was
very stimulating. Her mind raced - should she let her
dog do this to her? In the whole three and a half years
she had owned him, she had never considered having any
kind of sexual contact with him. But now that this was
happening, she was wondering why this idea hadn't
crossed her mind. The dog licked her labia twice in a
row. Susan squirmed, her pussy starting to get moist.
She cautiously put a hand to the dog's head. Her
fingers lovingly stroked his golden fur, as he buried
his nose and tongue in her succulent honeypot.
Then, Susan remembered the remainder of her picnic
lunch, still lying in the wicker basket. "Why not add
some food to the fun?" she asked herself. She gently
nudged the dog's head away from her groin, and crawled
over to the picnic basket. Pointer sniffed around the
edges of it. Susan pulled out a carton of butter, and
put a few doggie treats in front of Pointer. While the
dog wolfed down those delicious snacks, Susan used her
fingers to spread the creamy yellow butter all over her
upper body. She was trembling a bit. She was feeling
very aroused now, and was very eager to spend more time
allowing her dog to explore and please her body.
"Here, boy!" Susan lay down on the grass again, her
torso glistening with butter. She patted the ground,
making sure to get her pet's attention. He eagerly
trotted over to her, and stood right to her left. He
leaned forward, and began to lick the butter off of his
mistress' body. Susan swooned with delight, as her dog
lapped up the butter. He began with her heaving
breasts. His pink tongue slid over each vanilla mound,
scooping up every last bit of butter covering them.
Susan especially liked it when the dog's tongue grazed
her very erect nipples.
Once Pointer had completed cleaned her bosom, he moved
his head down to her stomach. He licked up the butter
off of her soft white belly, with the same care he had
licked it off of her breasts. "Oh yes, Pointer, you are
such a good doggie..." Susan moaned softly, loving what
he was doing to her with his tongue. She cautiously put
a hand to the dog's head. Her fingers lovingly stroked
his golden fur, as he licked her belly clean. His legs
were grazing her midsection now. The fur tickled her
bare skin.
Pointer nudged his head against Susan's pussy, which
was practically pulsating with erotic tension. She had
slathered an extra coat of butter on her pubic mound,
to ensure that her dog would lick it extra-hard. His
cold, wet nose and long pink tongue gave Susan great
pleasure, as her dog eagerly licked her pussy, which
was covered with a thick bush of light-brown hair.
"Ooooh, yes, Pointer!" Susan groaned, as she thrust her
hips to meet his busy mouth. The dog took a great
liking to the taste of Susan's pussy coated with creamy
butter. Her clit grew longer, and Pointer's tongue
pressing against it made it throb with pleasure.
Susan got very aroused, as she lovingly stroked
Pointer's head, keeping it at the one place she needed
it the most. He lovingly lapped up every bit of butter
from her crotch. She used her free hand to reach down
and spread her ass cheeks apart. Susan gasped with
orgasmic pleasure when Pointer's tongue licked her
pussy and asshole both at once. Within seconds, her dam
exploded. She bucked her hips, and writhed and moaned
like a wildcat as honey flowed from deep inside her.
"Oh yes, yes, YES!!!" she cried, relishing the
sweetness of her animal-induced orgasm. Pointer loved
his owner's tangy pussy juice, and ensured that every
last drop of it went into his throat.
Susan was now ready for something even sexier than
letting her dog lick her pussy - namely, letting him go
all the way with her. She gently removed his mouth from
her drenched honeypot by pushing his head away with her
hands. She gazed down at her pussy, to admire Pointer's
sexual skill. Her twat was very wet, a combination of
dog saliva and her own juices sticking to her pubic
jungle like moss. Her labia were very swollen and pink,
and she could see her clit standing at attention like a
soldier on duty. She was very hungry for her dog to
take her completely.
Susan spread her slender white legs as far as she
could, offering her dog an irresistible invitation. The
dog's penis was now quite stiff and ready for action.
He mounted his owner, his furry golden body pressing
down firmly onto Susan's flushed skin. Susan pushed
down on his hindquarters, and the two of them, working
in tandem, managed to squeeze Pointer's erection inside
Susan's vagina. The dog began to frantically work his
hips, sliding his rubbery cock in and out of her hot
and slick vagina. He grunted and whimpered with
pleasure, as Susan met his thrusts with her own. "Oh
god, this feels so good!" She cried. "Fuck me hard, you
dirty, horny animal!"
Pointer thrust hard into his owner, his ballsack
slapping the small patch of skin between Susan's pussy
lips and anus. Susan felt alive with pure lust, she so
loved the sensation of being filled with hard canine
cock. Her sharp fingernails dug into the dog's furry
body, as she felt another orgasm quickly approaching.
She squealed with delight, as her vaginal contractions
milked Pointer's cock. He howled as his balls sent out
thick ounces of fresh dog cum. Susan swooned as that
hot cream filled her womanly parts. She was so in love
with her dog, she wouldn't even have minded if his
sperm knocked her up.
A very horny Pointer kept his dick inside his owner,
while waiting for the swelling to go down. He licked
Susan's face clean of the beads of sweat covering it.
She playfully licked his mouth with her own tongue.
"Do you realize you're the best lover I've ever had,
you big doggie stud?" She told him, running her fingers
along his back. She could have kicked herself for
waiting so long to discover the pleasure of dog-
fucking. Now that she had a taste of it, she wasn't
going to go another day without it.