WHEN YOU PEEKED out the open porch door that hot summer night, you thought you saw your cousin Joey off to one corner of the front yard. You were about to shout hello when his activity suddenly came into focus. He was bent down on one knee, pet ting your dog, King. But it was more than casual attention he was paying to King. He had one hand underneath the dog, who was standing absolutely still. You couldn’t see all of it right away, but then you did. He was playing with King, pulling at the dog’s penis, and even muttering “Good dog, good dog.”
Ugh! You wanted to yell at him to stop. At the same time, you were strangely fascinated. You couldn’t take your eyes away. It didn’t take very long. In a moment King’s body lurched slightly, and you thought you saw something whitish shoot out in front of him. When it was over, you pulled yourself back to your senses and did call out.
“Joey, you should be ashamed of yourself,” you reprimanded. “If you touch King again, I’m going to tell mama.”
Joey was caught off guard but quickly regained his poise and took the offensive.
“Oh yeah?” he challenged. “Well I knew you were there watching. And if you say anything, I’ll just say you put me up to it.” You couldn’t come back with an answer, and your hesitation encouraged Joey to jump ahead in a more confidential tone. “You want to try doing it? It’s fun.”
“I think it’s disgusting,” you answered and began to walk away.
“No, it’s fascinating,” he said, using your word as if he had read your mind earlier. “King has an enormous thing, and it’s all red. I’ll bet you never even took a good look at it.”
When again you said nothing, he went on with his pitch, describing how he did it whenever he could. Sometimes King lay on his back, other times he’d sort of try to “mount” Joey’s leg, and still other times he’d just stand there like he had that night.
You felt yourself growing flushed. Joey noticed that the talk was obviously turning you on.
“Come on,” he said persuasively, “you don’t have to do it, but why not watch?”
So you followed Joey—this time farther away from the house, where nobody could see you. It was late and everyone was probably asleep. You hadn’t been able to fall asleep and that’s why you had just grabbed your light cotton robe and put it on to go downstairs to get some cool air. Joey led you and King to a secluded corner of the yard, behind a tree.
“Here King,” Joey beckoned in the same voice you’d heard earlier. As King came closer, he reached in front of the dog again and started pulling and massaging him. You couldn’t see very well, so you bent lower. Joey continued for a few moments and then reached for your hand and put it on the emerging, glistening, red penis. You tried to pull away, but he held you firmly and moved your hand up and down as more and more of the dog’s penis came out. You were surprised and revolted by its feel, but you couldn’t take your hand away. As you moved it the dog responded with quick jerky motions. In a moment he shot again and some of the cum landed on your robe.
“Oh, that’s horrible!” you cried. “Now what am I going to do? I’m covered with it!”
Joey suggested you take off your robe and let it dry off, but you explained that you had nothing on underneath.
“So what?” he said coyly. “We’re cousins....
You felt silly being there, and annoyed with yourself, but you took off your robe and lay it down. You didn’t hear Joey come up behind you, but you did feel his hands on your breasts. He was kissing your neck and though you tried to break loose, he was much stronger than you. You threatened again to tell your mother, but he only laughed and said that it would be his word against yours. And besides, what were you doing there anyway? And what was that dog stuff doing on your robe?
You were angry and frustrated—and trapped by Joey. As he held you tightly, he played with you until you felt your body relax and respond. He moved his hands down now and touched between your legs. It was wet. You both knew that jerking off King had gotten you all worked up.
Joey was pressing against you, and you felt him bulging in his pants. He unzipped his fly, took out his cock, and started brushing your naked rear with it as he kissed your neck and fondled your breasts. Your body relaxed more and more. He pushed you down so you were on all fours and started whispering, “That’s a good girl, that’s good ..in the very tone he had used with King!
All of a sudden you felt the tip of his hot cock at your vagina. You were so wet, it slid in quickly. He groaned as if in agony and started pumping. You returned his thrusts and even increased their speed.
You felt King sniffing around you, but you were too involved to try to figure out what he was doing. Joey said something, ordering King away. The dog had been trying to mount him. King kept coming back though, apparently ready for more. There was no getting rid of him. Joey pulled out of you, and as you were about to stand, you felt his strong hand push you back into your position on all fours. Then you felt something furry at your back. You started to scream, “No, no...,” but Joey put one hand over your mouth. You tried to get away, but Joey was just too strong. You heard that soft voice again, “Nice King, that’s a good boy...,” and then he inserted the dog’s penis into you! You screamed again in revulsion, but the sound was muffled by Joey’s hand.
King was firmly implanted in you and his paws were up on your buttocks. He was moving furiously. You were disgusted. But that feeling gave way to surprise as you found yourself moving back and forth with the dog. Your body couldn’t help it! The dog’s penis was in you and it felt good. Joey watched in amazement, and when he released his grip, you didn’t try to escape, you were too much into it.
Joey moved around to stand in front of you. He pushed his stiff cock into your mouth and you took it greedily. He worked your mouth as King worked you. Suddenly you felt King shooting and lurching into you. You were very excited now and you started to come. Then Joey too exploded, into your mouth. You swallowed as much as you could while the rest dribbled out.
Later, in bed, you pulled the covers tightly around you. As you fell into a deep sleep, you wondered whether all of those incredible things had really happened, or whether it had been a dream.