"Ann?"

"Yes vixen?"

"Something is happening to his penis," Secret reported the swelling along its length, the slowing of the fucking motions.

"Oh, he's probably starting to knot up," Ann said.

"What?"

"Didn't I tell you? Some animals knot. Once they get inside their mate, the root of their organ blows up like a fist. It keeps the organ locked inside the vagina long enough for the mating to finish."

"What?" Secret looked over her shoulder at the panting animal mounted on her back. Its tongue slavered out of the side of its jaws and dripped on her back.

"Oh, yeah. Well, maybe you ought to get away while you can. If he knots up, you might be stuck there for a while."

"Dammit Ann! Why didn't you tell me? I can't move! He'll tear me apart!"

"What?"

"It's too late! He's stuck!"

"Oh."

"What do you mean, 'oh'?"

"Well, it's ok. I mean, when he gets done, the swelling'll eventually go down and his penis will slip out."

"When he gets done?"

Ann giggled evilly. "When he get's done breeding with you."

"Done what? Breeding?" It dawned on Secret. Boomer was going to come!

"Ann! No! You've got to help me get him out! I don't want him to--"

"Too late, pet. Boomer's gonna impregnate you pretty quick here. Open your muff and close your eyes, you're gonna get a big surprise!"

Secret tested the knot, but it was too big. More like a tangerine than a walnut. A big knob of Boomer's cock was lodged just deep enough to defy expulsion. It felt gorgeous inside of her, but it wouldn't budge. She was glad his humping had subsided!

"Ann, are you serious?" Secret was in an orgasmic panic. She felt her own orgasm very close, but feared Boomer's was too. "Is he really going to come? I mean, can an animal do that in a woman?"

"Hey, you're a great fuck, Secret. Of course he's going to come! He should be ejaculating any time now. It'll be like having a garden hose inside your cunt, Secret. Animals, especially canines and equines, have enormous loads."

"You mean he's actually enjoying doing this to me? Boomer's erection will orgasm because of me?" The thought made her face blush deeply.

"Yes," Ann confirmed Secret's culpability in this base sin. "Your wet muff made him hard and mounting you will make him shoot too."

*

A burning shame rushed through her. How had she let this happen to her? It inflamed her pale skin, rouging her face and cheeks brightly, splotching her chest and roiling bizarrely in her belly. The embarrassment and mortal shame mated with the carnal feelings in her loins. A fresh eroticism birthed inside her tortured frame.

Secret regretted, for the first time, taking the position at an unlimited call-length company. The pursuit terrified her. Bad luck paired her with a practiced interrogator. Being outside an office and in her own home had somehow unshielded her. Exposing her to herself...and her pet.

Why hadn't she hung up?

Nobody could know about this. She'd forgotten the encounter with little Buster. But now she had revealed it to this anonymous stranger in shameful detail. She felt naked. Nakedly pubescent, trapped in daylight and in public with nothing on her nubile body. Caught masturbating in a dark place suddenly as illuminated as a packed gymnasium or church. Crying with frustrated, masturbatory pleasure, climaxing and orgasming, pants- down humiliation painted starkly on her exposed face.

Secret moaned a whimper into the air. She felt her cheek pressed coldly to the linoleum tiles of the kitchen floor--no, it was carpet and it was here and it was now. The damp sweat pouring down her body, the cheek adhering to the floor while her body rocked.

"Is he cumming? Is his dog-cock spraying yet?"

"I can't tell you," she whispered.

"You have to," the phone crackled.

"No..." she pleaded, and tore off the headset. It bounced away.

Boomer lurched painfully into her, forepaws raking on her hips. Her mind's eye saw the conical tip of Boomer's organ worming in to the depths of her canal, injecting itself through her cervix to spit an explosion of thick dogness within her uterus. She saw her womb: innocent, feminine, and young; a tranquil snowglobe, suddenly stirred with an inky injection of dark bestial semen. An octopus cloud in the pure, fluid suspension.

Secret experienced an awful, cramping climax in a deep place. Her hips curled under one of the animal's brutal humps and Secret clenched her teeth. Her breath coughed out and she felt her belly ripple. Fingertips of internal spasm feathered her abdominal walls, tickling and insistent. Boomer punched inside her cunt, spilling a torrent of incredibly hot liquid through her.

The animalian humps and spasms behind Secret filled her with loathing and base lust. The canvas of pleasure and wanton delight didn't care how the sexual syrup was brushed on, only that it become covered and complete and unending. Secret prayed for the eternity of pulsed bliss. Her aching nipples stung her orgasm like great wasps of ice. The rough floor kissed them as they swept back and forth with Boomer's instinctual mating thrusts.

Secret cried out. Wordless cries. Inarticulate cries. Orgasmic 'nnn' sounds and wet-tongued she-noises.

Boomer became startled and he lost his precarious hold on Secret's backside. Through the gauzy pleasure-fog, she felt one rough paw scrape up and slide across her back. Boomer tipped momentarily and fell to four paws, but his knotted dog-cock locked him inside her vagina. So he stood sideways against her. She felt pain. The phallic angle pressed in sharply, stretching her flesh. Boomer tried to get away and Secret's pussy was pulled along with, bulging at the lips as Boomer's knot tugged. Boomer yelped and lifted a back leg, got himself completely turned around. His swollen organ twirled and rotated inside of her loins, his knot-thing revolved.

"Boomer!" Secret cried in panic and clutched at her groin with both hands. She seized his organ and held him in place. The furred testicles bounced on her knuckles. The black orbs riveted her attention and another wave of pleasure consumed her while the conscious part of her realized how sensitive and tender testicles were. She knew that if she clutched at them and squeezed hard enough the erection and its knot would subside and fade and deflate until it slipped out of her.

Twin thoughts rode along the currents of her orgasm. The deep-felt need for the ecstasy to last forever warred with the idea of painfully pinching Boomer's balls to end it all. Instead she gently caressed the spongy orbs, telling herself that it was wrong to hurt him for being what he was and hoping that it wasn't a rationalization, a lie to justify her carnal appetite. The animal huffed nervously.

The animal froze. Its back was to her now. Its red penis-flesh bent backwards to extend between its back legs; still buried inside Secret's vagina. Secret felt Boomer's powerful tail slapping franticly against her buttocks. Stiff bristles of hair thumped on her back. The hard balls pressed into her ass.

The voice of the caller was a tinny whine from the phone. Secret didn't know what to do.

"Stay," she commanded and Boomer quit fighting. He held still, whimpering pathetically.

Expecting a "sit" command to follow the "stay", Boomer tried to lower. Secret felt her cunt convulse around the swollen ball occupying its entrance. Her eyes flew open and shock took her.

"Oh fuck," she said, not knowing what else to say.

The downward weight of Boomer's genitalia pressed directly into Secret's g-spot. The inverted erection drove the knot against Secret's pubic bone, grinding an amazing sensation through the sandwiched nerve bundle.

Secret grunted. Groaned. A groan scaling up into a disturbed screech of surprise and angry delight.

"Oh my god..." Secret's mouth said silently as she spread her knees wider and wider to lower her plugged self floorward with the dog-cock.

Unknown ecstasy swam up and breached inside Secret. She felt hot liquid dripping out of her and closed her eyes in new shame. Pee. Hot urine accompanying the g-spot pressure? She stole a look at her wet thighs and was simultaneously relieved and revolted by the presence of a slow, grey semen instead of watery gold. The powerful sensations coming from her g-spot were a backdrop to the vision between her thighs. Hairy legs, grotesque red shaft, black testicles. Bestial. Bestiality. Secret was confronted with a building orgasm of power and the ugly fact of its true source.

Secret was being fucked by an animal. No, she had had chances to end this; she was a participant. Willing and even eager. She was fucking an animal, it wasn't fucking her. Secret was having intercourse with her pet dog, Boomer. The messy evidence was there between her legs. The phone fantasy had transformed. The decadent words of the stranger had whispered over the line and into her apartment, through the handset and into her ear. A base dialogue of perversity that she'd willingly participated in. Her bathrobe lay in a collapsed heap nearby, discarded in the process of granting one of her callers a special favor.

"I hope you're enjoying this," she announced to the headset on the floor. A tinny sound crisped from it.

Secret came up out of the fog and looked at what was happening. The g-spot feelings coursed through her but she held off their promise of deep release. She felt very lucid. As aware of the neon lights reflecting off the walls as she was of the terrible animal anatomy stuffed in her hole. She looked at herself in the mirror and saw Ann's eyes hungering there in her own wide sockets.

Nude. On hands and knees. Sweating. Nipples hard as diamonds. Mouth dry from ragged breaths. Her precious black hair plastered on her shoulders and forehead. Salty perspiration stinging her grey eyes and tanging on her pink tongue.

'I am an adult,' she thought, listening to Boomer pant anxiously behind her.

She was over a threshold of acceptable behavior and knew she could never go back. An animal's penis had entered her. She had let it nose her, lick her, and finally she had let it fuck her. And she had allowed it to debase her. It had ejaculated non-human sperms inside of her. Alien cum slimed her thighs and coated the full surface of her inner walls. The long penis had driven deeper than any man had ever reached within her and it had blindly knocked on her womb-door. The inhuman load of cum had crashed like a wave on the beaches of her cervix. And Secret had surrounded the reproductive lie of cross-species coupling with the most intense orgasm she had ever felt in her entire life.

Many orgasms had blossomed inside of her body and she had relished them all, liking the shame, liking the wrongness. Liked the feeling of bestial urge that drove her. Her cunt-scent had been noticed and this pleased her. Its bright color had been found. Its wetness lapped at eagerly; a tentative dabbing at first, then a hungry tongue-wash that had driven her so wild with pleasure that she had laughed out loud. Her cunt was a female hive and the dog's enormous tongue swept a frenzy of rough tastebuds over her tender lips to taste her female nectar.

Then: the unbelievable sensations of a living thing snaking through her snatch and slaking its thirst by licking the beads of gathering wetness directly from her vaginal walls. She'd spread her legs as far as she could. Opening herself, parting herself so that red ribbon of hot, sinuous tongue could dart deeper and deeper. That had gone on for a brief forever, the climax stamped on her brain in the vivid colors of a cold, wet, black nose nuzzling her anus; a bubble-gum- pink dog-tongue inserting through her slit, the dangerously sharp canines pressed on her hairy lips, and the short, lower, jaw teeth clamping upward on her clitoral mound. All of her womanhood was in contact. And the orgasm had come and gone while the dog kept up its oral feed on her oozing genitals. She had realized that as long as her cunt secreted its translucent milk, Boomer would feed and pleasure her.

Secret had suddenly blazed with exotic discovery.

Secret remembered the shuddering climax that had creamed her when Boomer mounted her from behind. She had wondered if this might happen. What would Boomer try if she closed her gash to his hunger and clutched her cunt tight from his mouth? Would he want her? Her hands had laid flat and splayed on the soft carpet. She'd dared herself and shut her crotch. The dog had made petulant sounds, tried to nose her thighs apart. Then its massive skull had rested on her lower back. Its chest pushed like a stiff brush on her loins and a small voice of crazed excitement had echoed in Secret's mind: 'It's going to mount!'

The anticipation had made her crave. The thought of this mindless creature mounting her was indescribable and it made her tummy quiver. A vacuum of desire puckered just inside of her mound and she arched her back in greedy invitation. Her torso bowed like a sagging roof and the animal clambered on. Secret felt paw-pads and claws, hirsute limbs, a velvety belly and she bucked wildly for the cock to find her. A creamy buzz waffled through her and she experienced an orgasm of pure lust that tantalized her. Nothing was touching her puss but an orgasm pulsed up out of it as if ten- thousand mouths were eating her crotch for brunch.

His rubbery prod had poked stupidly on her exposed legs and cheeks. But even before he'd penetrated her with that incredibly long red prick, the orgasm had begun. And it had flowered within her in waves and waves of endless pleasure. A small part of her mind compared the sensations with the ones men had inflicted on her and she found the men lacking in some essential way. This new, consuming climax stunned her senses and altered her needs in a basic way that frightened her. The undeniable knowledge that this kind of inhuman coupling might become her preferred form of sexual intercourse terrified and repelled her.

Throughout the encounter Secret had revelled in the mindless need the dog expressed with its thrusts into her girlish slot, her human vagina. The knotting had begun and Secret had pushed back her body to meet this new engorgement of Boomer's amazing organ. She'd allowed the balling to go deep enough to ensure that that new shape along his erection would surely fit.

*

And now, as she felt she'd pass out on the precipice of her ache for more, Boomer pulled out and his nose was instantly back between Secret's thighs. Licking, slurping, guzzling and nuzzling the matted mess of jism and girlcum that coated her sin. Boomer cleansed her thoroughly and she was grateful for that even as she groaned in empty despair and reached for him. She let him lap away until she felt dry. Slickness was replaced with a rough friction between her skin and Boomer's stippled tongue. Boomer sniffed and licked. Her thighs dried, her ass dried, and lastly, her pubic hairs. Boomer licked away at her swollen gash until she felt raw and made him quit.

He tried remounting her, but she pushed him away. He simply sat down and licked his own pecker clean. Secret couldn't watch any longer. She swept up the headset and placed it back on her head.

"Who are you?" Secret demanded.

"My name truly is Ann. And I just got lucky with you, that's all. I speak with many of you phone-fantasy people every night. But it's rare that I find a kindred spirit like you, Secret."

"I'm not like you, Ann."

"An hour ago, that was true. No, you weren't like me. But you are now."

Secret felt the flames burning the last bridge behind her.

"It'll never happen again."

"Perhaps," Ann mused. "But I doubt that. Once is never enough for women like us."

"You mean women like you."

"I can hear the denial in your words, Secret. But I hear emptiness underneath them. An unfilled space, echoing with curiosity and newfound delights. Echoes of need. The coveting longing for volume and girth and sensual gluttony."

Secret writhed. Unbidden, the image of herself taking the animal missionary style flooded up into her soiled consciousness and made her crave and loathe at the same time. How delightful to feel the energetic piston lift up within her and--she banished further thought.

"I can only suggest that you pace yourself, Secret. I am not yet forty years old and look where I find myself, day after day. I promised you my secret and here it is."

Secret pushed her matted hair back out of her eyes and listened.

"The sun is up here and I'm in the stables. Your voice has been in my ear while I aroused the stallion. Your virgin sounds with Boomer were the erotic music that fed my steady intercourse with the arm-lengths of horse. I felt your tightness as my own, but with the impossible girth of a grander beast above me. You knelt like a dog and took one while I reclined and pulled like a mare for fulfillment. My nipples are nearly raw from my own, harried and masturbatory pinchings.

"Picture this: I am a small gal. Petite and pink. My hair is blonde. Bright yellow or gold, depending on the light. And a living drapery of equine ivory still hangs wet and steaming on my breasts in the cool dawn. It runs in thick streamers from my chin to my neck; polka- dots of white semen dot my cheeks and lips. I had my orgasms with you and then pulled the creature out of me and knelt so that I could drink from him. But it always comes too fast, too much. And so the dregs shower me, coughing silently from the black pipe pulsing in my hands as I hold it. My face, flushed pink, contrasts beautifully with my golden hair; and the white raindrops puddle there between the pink and the gold.

"The pungency makes me giddy. Hot and fragrant, it feeds on my small bosom and drifts up into my nostrils in a heady, equine cloud. I am an addict and men no longer suffice.

"You cannot imagine my appetites. My hungers. My insatiality. So enjoy your private doggy-trysts while you can, Secret. Enjoy it while it lasts; while it's...enough. I now need--"

Secret began to retch. She terminated the connection and tried to wipe the image from her mind. Crashed into the shower and drenched herself in scalding torrents that couldn't sere quite deep enough to quell her revulsion. She stayed under the shower for an eternity and saw the water droplets shedding off of her lovely body as if they were a steady rain of innocent tears.

She slowly soaped and shampooed herself until her skin squeaked. She douched repeatedly and smelled her fingers until they stank no longer of...

Secret remembered feeling clean.