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Chapter 5
The endless days passed identically for Jane. She discovered a real talent for lying comfortably on the bare ground and dozing the time away. Her dirt and smell no longer troubled her, and Bravo had become convinced of her docility, and rarely tethered her now, nor held her by her leash, but Jane took great care not to wander off out the sight of at least one of the dogs, and she came running whenever they barked for her. The hot, lazy afternoons in the grove with Towser were her favourite times, when she lay with her head on his shaggy thigh after going through her usual routine of teasing him sexually. And then – disaster!
It was the hottest day so far; so humid that Towser lay panting and Jane felt hot and sticky even in the relative coolness of the grove. They were lying side by side on their bellies in the grass, dozing in the lazy heat. Jane rolled over on to her side and licked Tower's muzzle for the salty taste of the ever-present thin film of mucus on his damp nose, then, with the warm moistness beginning to well high up between her thighs, she rolled onto her other side. Her back to the dog, she hitched her thighs level with his head and lay with her legs splayed. Towser prodded her cleft with his cool nose, and she gave a little squeal of drowsy delight. Almost by instinct, Jane rose to all-fours and stretched, then walked slowly in front of her dog and went down on her elbows with her back to him. Her rump raised invitingly in the air, her knees spread, she lowered her head and lazily regarded Towser through the gap between her thighs. He rose and stretched, then sniffed at her crotch before seeming to lose interest and lie down again. Jane was disappointed, perhaps she'd teased him too often, perhaps he'd lost interest in her.
But it was so comfortable in this position, bearing the weight of her upper body on her elbows with a tiny current of cooler air brushing gently past her belly and the damp skin of her inner thighs. Placing her forehead on her mitts, she closed her eyes whilst behind her, unnoticed, Towser's member stiffened and grew.
Jane gave a little gasp of surprise and shock as the dog's weight landed on her back and his upper forelegs slid down on either side of her neck, gripping it firmly between them. His rear paws had planted themselves in front of her knees, and his chest ground down on her back, his warm, shaggy belly draped over her buttocks. She felt the slimy tip of his penis probe at the opening to her vagina, and she struggled violently to escape. But all the air had been dashed from her lungs by his sudden assault, and his forelegs gripped her neck so tightly that she could scarcely breathe. Jane uttered a little cry of horror and despair as Towser's fuzzy, enlarged penis slipped past the lips of her vagina, then her senses reeled as his thighs thumped the backs of her own in an urgent rhythm. Her body shuddering under his frantic attack, she felt herself responding automatically, and, filled with a terrible mixture of guilt and desire, she responded in her own fashion, grinding her buttocks against his pumping thighs, feeling the pressure of his lower jaw holding down her head and the panting of his hot breath in her hair, until she climaxed at the the same time he did. With a sob of exhaustion, she went limp. Towser, as is the way with animals, didn't linger. Jane felt his member shrink and grow soft before he heaved himself from her back and withdrew it.
She stayed where she was, feeling his semen, mixed with her own blood and fluids, seep from her vagina down the inside of her thighs. She was still in a state of shock, scarcely able to believe what had just happened. 'I've lost my virginity to my own dog!' she thought, dazedly. 'And I enjoyed it!'
And she HAD enjoyed it; she had enjoyed his physical urgency, and the brutal and efficient manner in which he'd entered her, and even his rank male-animal smell which still clung to her body. Straightening her front legs, she slowly raised her upper body and turned to face him, finding hin lying a few feet away, looking at her with a complacent expression on his doggy face. She couldn't resist a choked gurgle of laughter; he looked so pleased with himself!
Jane squatted and urinated into the grass, then lay down and rolled in the wet patch, after which she walked over to the dog and licked his muzzle while she enjoyed the coolness of her urine evaporating from her back in the heat. She lay down by his side again, trying to get to grips with her recent experience. No-one will ever know, she thought, except me and Towser, but she wondered how her dog would regard her when she re-assumed her human persona as his Mistress, and she suddenly giggled at the notion of him trying to rape her in some public place, or trying to rape some other woman once he acquired the taste for it.
Towser watched her through eyes half-closed in drowsiness. The oddly-smelling bitch had come on heat at last, he thought in his fuzzy fashion. He wondered how long she'd stay on heat, for he'd considerably enjoyed the experience. Her tightness was a revelation to him, used to the rangy middle-aged bitches he met on the few and scattered neighbouring farms, and his penis began to rise slowly in remembrance. Jane turned her head a little to regard him lazily, then rolled on to her belly and yawned. Towser subsided, and they fell asleep together under the trees.
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