Chapter 2

Once inside the shop, she looked around the small space. The clerk behind the counter was a chubby, bearded man with wire-rimmed glasses, wearing a tie-dyed t-shirt that had become faded and shrunken from many washings. He looked up as the automatic door chime sounded and squinted at Debbie, whether from nearsightedness, astonishment at her style of dress, or surprise at her not being typical of his young, male, and geeky customers, Debbie could not tell.

"Ah, can I help you?" the clerk asked. His tone suggested that she had obviously walked into the wrong shop by accident. Debbie glanced quickly around the store. The walls were lined with comic book display racks and there were some low shelves in the middle of the floor with a few painted figurines on them. Three teenaged boys browsed the shelves along the back wall.

"Yes," she replied, as she stepped to the counter. It was located close to the door with a gap to allow the clerk to step out and block any potential shoplifting attempts. "I saw the poster in your window about the convention next month. Do you know who the guests will be?"

The clerk's mouth had dropped open at least an inch as his gaze was drawn inexorably to Debbie's chest. He seemed transfixed by the sight of the inside curves of her breasts. Debbie felt her arousal rise several degrees as he ogled her. She rolled her shoulders back slightly to press her breasts even more tightly against her blouse. The clerk's eyes nearly crossed as he noticed her nipples trying to burst through the cloth.

"Y-y-yes," the clerk squeaked, finally. "I hear they expect to have McFarlane, and they have invited Mignola." The effort he made to tear his eyes from her chest ranked as a struggle more titanic than anything described in his wares. He succeeded and met her gaze. "Although I doubt he will come."

"Thanks," Debbie said. "Mind if I look around?"

"Not at all. Please!" The clerk's voice dropped from a squeak to a baritone as he mastered his voice again.

As Debbie turned from the counter to the display racks, she saw the heads of the three boys duck and turn as they tried to avoid being caught gawking. As she walked along the aisle, she noticed that one of the boys was apparently intently reading a comic that he was holding upside down. Debbie felt this was the highest flattery she had ever received. She walked over to him and leaned over his shoulder, pressing her breast against his arm and placing her bare cleavage right under his nose. She reached out and took the comic out of his hands, turned it over and put in back into his fingers. She smiled at him and leaned over so that her lips brushed his ear. Exhaling softly so he could feel her breath on his neck, she whispered, "Thank you."

With a 'my job here is done' swagger in her step, she walked out of the shop. As the glass door closed behind her, she bent over from the waist to give Gus a pat on the head. The action caused her skirt to ride up completely over her bare ass, mooning everyone in the store.

Walking back across the parking lot to her car, she was so keyed-up from her little escapade in the shop that the friction of her labia rubbing together gave her a mini-orgasm and she had to pause for a few seconds before she could continue.

When they got home, Debbie put everything away except for the collar. Kneeling on the floor in the living room, she opened the bag and slipped it on. Then she bent over so Gus could get a good look. The collar around her neck was a perfect match to the one he wore.

Gus barked approvingly. Then he fucked Debbie's brains out.

The day Mark was due to return from his trip, Debbie put on clothes for the first time in days. Since his departure had been so unpleasant, he had been almost dreading the scene he was certain awaited him. Mark was very relieved when Debbie greeted him warmly. She even had on that little mini-skirt he liked, the one that came up so high on her thighs that she had to keep her legs crossed whenever she sat down. When he put his bags down, she kissed him passionately and pressed her breasts against him firmly. Encouraged, Mark slid his hand down her back to her pert little ass and squeezed it. When he had done this in the past, Debbie had always pushed away and told him to keep his hands to himself. This time, she tightened her ass under his hands and pushed herself against him even harder.

When she finally stepped back, Mark noticed her new accessory. "What's this?" he said, pointing to the black strap around her neck.

"Oh, this?" she said, fingering the dog collar. There was a small gold tag hanging from it with "Debbie" engraved on it. She had worn it every day for the last two weeks and had become so used to it that she forgot she had it on. "This is the new fashion. Haven't you seen them yet? Everyone is wearing them." She knew Mark was clueless about women's fashions, as were most men, in her experience.

"How are you and Gus getting along?" he asked cautiously, looking at the dog standing by her side.

"Great!" Debbie replied happily. "We're best buddies." As if to demonstrate, she bent down and put her arms around the dog's neck, giving him a hug. In return, Gus licked her neck.

The rest of their afternoon was one surprise after another for Mark. Debbie sat patiently and listened to the story of his trip, asking questions here and there, showing that she was paying attention to him.

"This is a big change", Mark noted to himself. Usually she interrupted him constantly to change the subject to herself. He noticed other things as well; like that wherever she went in the house, the dog followed her. He was always in the room with her, watching her.

"Well," he thought, "I paid good money for a dog to be a companion for her. Looks like it was well spent."

Once, Mark thought he saw the dog with his nose under Debbie's skirt. That could not have been the case, though; she certainly would have slapped him away for something like that. It must have been the angle of his view that made it look that way.

Later, Debbie fed the dog and then cooked dinner for them. It was delicious. Mark was surprised, because Debbie did not like to cook. When he was home he usually did the cooking or they went out. He had assumed that she would be eating-out most of the time he was gone, but the meal she prepared tasted like she had been practicing cooking at home. This was another improvement in Debbie, he thought.

After dinner, Mark sat down in his recliner to read the paper. He was just finishing the sports section when he saw something out of the corner of his eye. Debbie was sitting on the far end of the sofa, seemingly engrossed in a book, the dog sitting beside her on the floor. What caught Mark's eye was that she had the hand farthest from him on one of her breasts, running her finger around and around her nipple. Using his paper for cover, he watched her covertly. She continued to play with her nipple for a while, then she stopped and dropped her hand beside her as if she had suddenly become aware of what she was doing. He almost went back to reading, when he saw her slowly slide her hand behind her and under her bottom. Mark saw her mini-skirt rise up on her hips and almost over her ass. She did not appear to be wearing any panties. Come to think of it, since he could see her nipples clearly under her top, she couldn't have been wearing a bra, either. Mark smiled to himself. He knew that Debbie sometimes liked to show off in public. They had been to clubs where she had worn some very revealing clothes, but she was always modest at home, usually wearing conservative shorts and always wearing underwear. This was a definite improvement, since he thought Debbie had a killer-body and he loved looking at it. He was ogling her breasts when she gasped softly. He could not be sure, but he thought she had stuck her fingers in her pussy and was fucking herself on them right there on the couch. While trying to get a better look, he accidentally let the paper rattle and she quickly pulled her hand out from under her.

Mark decided that his wife was feeling more sexually deprived from their separation than he thought she would. He suggested that they turn in early and she readily agreed.

They were just getting into bed, when Mark looked at Gus lying by the door and said, "Does he usually sleep in here? Do you mind if I put him in the kitchen? I'd feel strange with him watching us."

Mark swung his legs out of bed, but before he could stand his wife spoke up, "I'll do that, honey." Debbie said, hopping out of bed in her short nightie. Mark had noticed earlier that she did not put on the ruffled bottoms that went with the lingerie set. He sat on the bed and watched his wife's cute little ass as she walked to the door.

Debbie walked out of the room and the dog followed. A bit longer than Mark thought it should take to get to the kitchen and back, she returned.

"I put him in the garage," she said, climbing back into the bed. "He's not used to a man in the house."

Mark nodded and switched off the light.

Their lovemaking that night was intense. Debbie was like a wildcat in heat, bucking and writhing under him, driving her pelvis into him, crying out, "Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" and "Faster! Oh God, faster!"

It was all Mark could do to keep up with her and he was quickly drained from trying. She climaxed twice in rapid succession and the second time he came with her. After his cock softened and slid from her pussy, she hopped out of bed and dashed into the bathroom to rinse his cum out. "She must be off the pill again," he thought, dazed from the sexual frenzy his wife had just displayed.

After Mark fell asleep, Debbie slipped carefully out of bed, so as not to wake him. She took a blanket, tiptoed out of the bedroom, down the hall, into the kitchen, out the back door, and across to the garage. She quietly entered the side door of the garage, and closing it behind her, she spread the blanket on the floor. Throwing off her flimsy negligee, she got down on all fours and said, "Oh God. I need you, lover. Take me! Fuck me now!"

After a quick sniff to make sure that she was ready, Gus mounted her and began fucking his bitch.

It was after midnight when Debbie left the garage. As she walked across the yard back to the house, she felt the cool night breeze lift her baby-doll nightgown and caress her hot body. She stopped for a moment to savor the sensation, holding her hair on top of her head and spreading her feet on the concrete so the air could blow between her legs and across her steaming pussy. She held this pose until she felt a trickle of cum start to run down her leg. She quickly realized that she would not make it to the bathroom before Gus' huge load came flooding out of her, so she stepped onto the grass by the back door and squatted down. She was just in time. Cum rushed out of her, making a puddle of white goo on the ground.

Stopping in the kitchen only long enough to do a quick mop-up with a paper towel, she crept back to the bedroom, trying not to awaken Mark... She had just climbed back into bed when he stirred and reached out for her. As he pulled her to him, she felt his hard cock against her belly. Apparently he had recovered from their earlier union and was ready for another.

Debbie opened her legs eagerly as her husband rolled on top of her. Even though she was tired and a bit sore, she never thought of resisting. She had been very effectively trained not to refuse sex.

After a few passionate kisses, Mark pulled her hips to his and slid his cock into her. He seemed even more passionate than he had earlier. Debbie thought he must have been tired from the trip and needed some rest before engaging in strenuous exercise. He fucked her vigorously in several positions, even flipping her over and taking her from behind. When they both finally came together, Mark squirted his load into her well-fucked pussy, where it mixed with the coating of dog-cum already there.

This pattern repeated itself several times during the week that Mark was home. Debbie would share herself between her husband and the dog, doing her best to keep both of them satisfied separately, even though Mark seemed to be trying to make up for lost time and keeping up with both their sexual appetites was something of a strain on her. It was a relief when Mark had to leave again and she only had one master to serve.

Debbie took Gus to the State Park twice a week so he could enjoy an area larger than the backyard at home. It had woods and open fields and was popular with other dog-owners. There were always a few in the park and Gus would run and play with the other dogs.

One day when the weather was nice, Debbie put on her 'going-out' skirt, a knit turtle-neck blouse, and a pair of sandals. Gus became excited at seeing this, because he knew it meant they were going somewhere. By the time Debbie got to the door, Gus was already there, waiting expectantly. On the way to the park he sat close to the partly open window and sniffed the passing air.

Once they were at the park, Gus found some other dogs to play with and left Debbie to watch the fun from the shade of some trees. She was standing there, carefully holding her hands at her sides to keep her skirt from blowing up and exposing her nakedness, when a blonde teenage girl walked by with a Doberman beside her. At first Debbie paid little attention. There were several people in this part of the park, many of them with dogs. The thing that attracted Debbie's attention was the studded leather collar around the girl's neck. Debbie's hand went instantly to her own collar, hidden under the turtleneck.

"Hi!" Debbie called out. The girl turned toward her. Debbie thought she looked to be 19 years old. She was wearing a t-shirt with a college logo on it and a short, wrap-around denim skirt. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a pony-tail. Debbie waved to her and the girl and dog walked over to stand with her in the shade.

"Hi," the girl said, "I'm Susan. I've seen you here before. You're with the black Lab, aren't you?"

"Yes," Debbie answered, "That's Gus and I'm Debbie." She looked down at the Doberman at the girl's side. "And who's this?"

"This is Max. My parents got him for me when I graduated from High School earlier this year. I wanted to move into my own place before college starts this fall. They thought I needed protection."

At the sound of his name, Max looked up at Susan and Debbie.

"Hello Max," Debbie said.

Max looked up at her and sniffed. "Woof!" he said, politely.

"He seems very friendly," Debbie told Susan.

"Yes, he's a wonderful... companion." Susan said with an odd pause. "He... ah... he," Susan started blinking rapidly and her voice faltered. Debbie was about to ask if there was anything wrong, when she glanced down at Max. Max had his head under Susan's skirt and was enthusiastically licking her pussy. As Debbie watched, Susan moved her feet further apart to give Max easier access.

"Oh, God!" Susan blurted, almost in tears. "I was afraid this would happen. I'm so embarrassed. He just... I mean..."

"It's OK," Debbie said. She side-stepped so that she blocked Susan and Max from being seen by other people on the field. "Really, I understand."

"How could you..." Susan began. Debbie rolled down her turtle-neck so that Susan could see the collar around her neck with the small gold tag in the shape of a heart dangling from it.

"See if you can make it to the trees," Debbie said, taking Susan's arm. Together they walked behind a group of trees, which blocked them from general view. Max was very understanding, but once they were out of sight, he nudged Susan to the ground. She quickly untied her skirt and pulled it off. She was naked underneath.

As soon as Susan assumed the breeding position, Max mounted her. His technique was the same as Gus; long, fast, hard strokes. Debbie leaned against a tree where she could see if anyone approached their little clearing. She tried to divide her attention between being a lookout and being a voyeur, but she found it difficult to look away from Max and Susan as they mated. "Is that what I look like?" she wondered, looking at Susan. Her pretty face was contorting into such intense expressions of arousal that Debbie was instantly jealous. The lust on Susan's face was contagious. Debbie reached under her own skirt and rubbed her clit. She became so excited watching Susan that her pussy felt like it was boiling over.

No sooner had Debbie wished that that were she and Gus on the ground than Gus appeared, snuffling around the tree, following her scent trail. Shortly, there were two bitches on the ground in the secluded grove of trees, being serviced by their studs.

Debbie and Susan quickly became close friends. Since they could visit each other without worrying about embarrassing situations, they spent a lot of time together. They had both felt trapped at home since they were 'on-call' all day long. They talked often about their sexual situation and their experiences. One day they were sitting in Debbie's living room while Max and Gus played outside in the yard. As usual when they were at home, neither wore a stitch of clothing.

"I'm only allowed to wear clothes when I go out," Susan said. "When I get back to my apartment, I have to get naked again."

"Gus lets me wear anything I want, as long as it doesn't cover my pussy. He inspects me regularly. It's very awkward when my husband is at home."

"Max is very possessive about me too. I have to show him my pussy whenever he wants. It's not a problem when we're at home, but it can be... awkward if we're out. How do you manage with a husband? You told me he doesn't know. Doesn't he suspect? Doesn't he notice?"

"I've managed to hide it from both of them so far. Gus has been very understanding about sleeping in the garage when Mark is here, as long as I come to him at night he's satisfied. I think he understands that I need human companionship like I understand he needs to be with other dogs. I am careful to wash Mark's cum out of me right away so Gus doesn't smell him in my pussy. I'm sure Mark has picked up on some things, but he hasn't said anything or asked any awkward questions yet. I did have some fancy explaining to do when he saw the collar."

"Yes, yours is small enough to hide if you choose to. Mine is more obvious." Susan turned her wide studded collar so Debbie could see the engraved plate on it.

"Max's Bitch," Debbie read. Yes, that would be hard to explain away.

"My ex-boyfriend bought it for me," Susan explained. "It was his good-bye gift to me when we split."

"I'm sorry. Was it over Max?"

"Yes. I told him I had given myself to Max, completely. He gave me this out of spite, but I like it anyway."

"How did you and Max... ?"

"My boyfriend got me hot and then pooped out on me, so after he left I needed some release. I was lying on the edge of the bed with my feet on the floor, masturbating. Max came over and started licking me. It was wonderful. Then he wanted to fuck me. After enough of that tongue I would have done anything, so I let him. No one else has fucked me since. That was three months ago. My pussy belongs to Max, now. He's amazing. He makes me cum so hard I just lose all control." Susan smiled broadly; remembering how good sex was with her dog. "That's why the collar is not a problem. I'm not his owner; he's mine. I don't care who knows it. I'm certainly not looking for a new boyfriend," she confided. "How did you and Gus get started?"

"Gus raped me in the bathroom. I was treating him badly and he took sweet revenge. It was incredible. I came so hard I passed out. That was a little over a month ago."

"When did you get your collar? The tag is cute."

"I got it the first week. I wanted him to know I belonged to him. That I was his bitch." Debbie smiled at the idea of saying she was a dog's bitch. It made her feel warm and sexy. "I met a girl at the pet store who was wearing a collar. That's what gave me the idea. I'm sure she's one of us. She seemed very... lonely. We should both go down there and talk to her."

Debbie decided to bring up a subject she had been wondering about. "Did you have a problem with his size?" she asked Susan.

"You mean his cock?" Susan laughed. "Oh, yes! He just about crippled me. I could barely walk for two days. I've stretched out a lot since then. I had to work at it, though. Especially when I decided to tie with him."

"'Tie with him'?" Debbie echoed, not understanding.

"Yes. It's when you take his knot inside you and it swells up and you're locked together. Hasn't Gus tried to get his into you?"

"Yes, I guess he has, but he fills me up so much with just his cock; there's no way to get the knot in too."

"You can do it if you work at it. It's wonderful. The knot is so huge, it feels like you're splitting open. And you stay locked together until it goes down after he cums. That can take some time." Susan giggled. "The first time I tied with Max I thought I would be stuck forever! I just kept cumming and cumming."

"What did you do to get stretched enough to take his knot?"

"I'd lie in a hot bath and pull myself apart with my hands. Then I used larger and larger bottles to open myself up. When I could take the top of a liter-size I knew I was ready to try. You have to be determined to do it."

"I can see that." Debbie visualized herself taking something that large in her pussy. Just thinking about it made her squirm. She put her hand down to her naked pussy and rubbed it, wondering if she should try to stretch herself, if she would be able to think of an explanation for Mark, what he would think. She was sitting there, stroking herself, lost in thought, when she suddenly felt Susan's gaze on her. She snatched her hand away like she had been caught raiding the cookie jar. "I'm sorry," she said.

Susan laughed, "Not at all. We're sitting here naked, because our canine lovers want our pussies to be available and accessible at all times." Susan caressed herself to illustrate her accessibility. "We've been on the ground and on the floor together with their cocks up our cunts, cumming ourselves silly. I think we are beyond embarrassment at this point in our friendship. Don't you?"

Debbie laughed, too. "You're right," she admitted. "I guess we are."

Susan slid over next to Debbie on the couch. "You were thinking about stretching your pussy. About what it would do to you." Susan pulled her legs up and put her feet on either side of her hips, exposing herself to Debbie. "Would you like to see what it's done to me? Maybe that will help you decide."

Debbie hesitated, then she reached out to touch Susan's pussy. She ran her fingers lightly along her labia and watched as they curled apart. So she could compare, Debbie pulled her feet up on the sofa as well and mirrored Susan's position so they were facing each other with their hips almost touching. In this position, Debbie could easily see both their pussies.

Susan took her labia in her fingers and pulled them apart to show her vaginal opening. Debbie did the same.

"See," Susan said, "it doesn't look much bigger than yours."

Debbie examined their holes carefully. Both stood open almost two inches from the regular vigorous fucking they were getting from their stud's big cocks. Susan's hole was slightly bigger. Debbie remembered that hers used to be almost closed a few weeks ago. She had needed to be well lubricated before she could put a finger in. Now she could put three fingers in herself with no discomfort at all and no preparation, she saw as she tried it.

"Now me," Susan invited. Debbie took her fingers out of her own vagina and slid them into Susan's. The feeling was much the same.

"Now try to open yourself up," Susan suggested. "Put a finger in on each side and see how far you can pull yourself open."

Debbie inserted both index fingers and tried to pull her opening wider. It stretched a little and then collapsed to a slit between her fingers.

Susan put her own fingers into her pussy and pulled herself open. Her opening got wider, but did not collapse to a slit. Susan put two more fingers in and pulled some more. Her opening got wider still. "Here, you do me," she said.

Debbie put four fingers into Susan and tried to pull her open. Susan's pussy slowly stretched wider and wider.

"Harder," Susan said, breathlessly. "Pull harder." Her pussy was getting wet from the stimulation.

Encouraged, Debbie pulled Susan apart further, then she slipped two more fingers inside her. She kept pulling and Susan's opening slowly expanded some more. When she thought she had Susan as wide as she would go, Debbie took her hands away and compared the sizes of their holes again. Susan's opening was almost three inches across.

"See how many fingers you can get in me," Susan suggested. Debbie put two fingers into Susan, then three, then four. Folding up her fingers as small as they would go, she found she was able to put her hand about halfway into Susan's vagina.

"Max's knot is about the size of your hand. See if you can push all the way in."

Debbie rotated her hand around in Susan to spread the lubrication that was pooling in side Susan's vagina all over hand. When it was slick all over, she slowly began to push it into Susan.

"Let me know if I'm hurting you," Debbie said with concern.

"Don't worry," Susan replied, "I can take it. Don't mind if I seem to be enjoying this. You've got me hot. I've got to have something in there, soon." Susan leaned back on her elbows and watched between the mounds of her firm young breasts as Debbie worked her hand further in to her vagina. Debbie could see Susan's hard little nipples standing up on each breast.

Debbie was getting hot as well. She had played doctor with other girls when she was younger, but never with one who was as flagrantly aroused as Susan. And she had never had her whole hand inside another girl. Debbie looked down at her own smaller hole. She could see the juices also beginning to drip out.

Debbie went back to working her hand inside Susan. She could see that she was making progress. She was almost up to her knuckles when Susan began to moan. Debbie smiled. It was a good feeling to be able to give Susan pleasure. She rotated her hand back and forth in Susan's opening, massaging it all the way around. Then she pushed in further and repeated the process. Susan was tossing her head back and forth and moaning loudly now.

"Keep going! Keep going!", Susan begged. "Oh God, don't stop! Put it in me!"

Debbie saw that Susan's clit was standing up and was so hard it was almost pulsing with her heartbeat. Debbie swished her thumb around to pick up some extra lubrication and then pulled it out of Susan's vagina and rubbed Susan's clit.

Susan started going wild. "Oh, oh, oh, oh, oooooooohhhhhh! OH! That's so good. AAAAAAHHHH!" Her hips started to squirm under Debbie's touch. Debbie put her thumb back into Susan and pushed forward. Her whole hand suddenly popped into Susan and Susan's opening closed around her wrist.