{"sf1_id":737171,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Neglected Needs","author":"StGeorgesHorse","words":2202,"posted_at":"2014-07-30T12:32:00.000Z","tags":["Afghan hound","Anal","Cheating","Double-Penetration","M/M/F","MILF","Mastiff","Pool","SummerAdventures","Teenagers","Threesome","Vaginal","mutt","wealthy"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/737171-neglected-needs","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/737171","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=737171\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"#4 of Miscellany\n\nTo the contest judges. Sorry I ran over on words, but I pared away as much as I could without detracting from the story.","content":"          Summer is supposed to be great. But\nmy best buddy Carl was gone. I mean, he wasn't gone like dead or anything. We\nwere both seventeen, and as we were old enough to get a summer job, he had\nmanaged to get a sweet position working for the Tendletons. I was mowing lawns.What? You've never heard of old man\nTendleton? He's only the richest bulldog in the tri-state area. He has his\nmansion here. The place is freaking huge, covering maybe thirty acres. The\nwhole damn thing is surrounded by fences, shrubs and trees... and cameras. No one\ngets in who doesn't belong. Anyway, Carl was working on the\nestate, doing who knew what. As a perk, and because the old man hated people\ncoming and going, he was assigned a little place where he could stay the\nsummer. That meant that for the next three months, he couldn't leave.Therefore it was a shock when I got\na text from him after the first week. It was a little cryptic, but in it he\nmanaged to convey that he wanted me to meet him by the back gate. That was the\ngate were deliveries were made. It was watched over by a tough looking Doberman\nwhose looks alone could kill. I texted back that he was crazy, but he sent a\n\"lol\" and told me to pack for a few days. I couldn't disappear for that long\nwithout arousing suspicion, so I told my parents, even showing them the texts.Mom smiled. \"It'll probably be ok\nas long as the guard lets you through. As far as I've heard, Hiram Tendelton is\nin Europe for the summer. I doubt he'll ever know that you've been there.\"I was a little surprised at her\nreadiness to let me go, but I figured she was right. I packed up some stuff,\nincluding my bathing trunks and headed for the back gate. The guard was\nformidable in appearance, right down to his dark sunglasses. He took them off and looked me\nover. \"Are you the Hansen kid?\"I about shit myself. \"Yeah, that's\nme. I was told to come here, but if I'm not wanted, I'll leave right away.\"The guard said nothing. The gate\nslid aside. \"You got about five seconds before it closes again. Make up your\nmind which side you want to be on.\"I sped through as it snapped shut.\nNow I was stuck as to which way to go. I didn't know if I was heading to the\nhouse or where exactly. Carl came sauntering up the drive with a big smile on\nhis face.\"Hey, how's my best buddy, you\npussy?\"\"Pussy? I'll show you who's a\npussy!\"We wrestled until we both fell down\non the ground. Pussy wasn't what you think. We weren't referring to each other\nin a negative feminine way. No, it was a reference to each other being a\nfeline, which to a canine, was the ultimate insult. I was a mix, a mutt I\nsuppose you would say, while Carl was pure mastiff. We made an odd looking\ncouple, but we were the best of friends.\"So what the hell am I doing here?\"\nI asked after we ran out of steam.\"Me casa su casa!\"I hated foreign languages, but I\nknew what it meant. \"This is not your house, you idiot. You're only working\nhere.\"\"True, but it has its perks. I\nreally don't have that much work to do, and it all involves the swimming pool\nand its accompanying house. I thought maybe you would like to chill with your\nbud for a few days.\"I was looking around. I'd be an\nidiot not to. He took me to his \"room\", which was bigger than our living room\nand kitchen combined. It was so totally cool! It was almost all windows, and\nthe views were magnificent. I was five minutes into checking the place out that\nI noticed the bitch on the lawn chair poolside. And I don't mean bitch as an\ninsult either. I mean she was hot as hell.Carl slapped me on the back of the\nhead. \"Don't be rude Paul!\"I turned to yell at him when I saw\nthe amusement on his face. \"Why the hell did you hit me? She can't see me in\nhere.\"\"True. I'm just screwing with you.\nDo you know who that is?\"I was staring at her. She had nice\ntits under her bikini top, but that was the only feature I could discern. \"I\nhave no idea.\"He laughed. \"I'll just bet you\ndon't. That's Mrs. Tendleton.\"I did a double take. Mr. Tendleton\nwas old. I had never seen him of course, but we all knew him from his photos in\nmagazines and from television. This lady was not. I mean, she was obviously older\nthan us, but not anything close to that old.\"Seriously. She looks like she's\nmaybe thirty!\"\"Thirty four to be precise. She's\ngot two kids you know.\"I watched as she got up from her\nlounging position poolside and dived into the water. She was of a breed we\nnever saw in these parts, and it was no surprise she had caught the eye of the\nmultimillionaire. Afghan hounds where exotics, and she was a prime specimen.  I knew he was married; by all accounts, for\nthe third time. His money probably attracted all kinds, and he had the pick of\nthe best. Carl bumped my elbow. \"Get your\nswimsuit on.\"\"We can't go out there! She'll see\nme!\"\"Yeah. That's the general idea.\"I jumped into my trunks and\nfollowed Carl out onto the tiled patio surrounding the pool. The lovely lady\nwas doing laps around the perimeter. Carl directed me to a chair and he took\none over from me. We watched her for what seemed like an eternity.  She surfaced long enough to see there were two\nadmirers sitting on the sidelines and swam up to the edge of the pool.She was very pretty. Her hair and\nfur flowed out in the water. Her eyes were a rich blue and her smile could melt\nthe polar ice caps. \"Carl! You delivered as promised. Good!\"Her voice was elegant and somehow\ntropical. She was everything a teen could ask for, as was evident as she pulled\nherself out of the pool. She was slim, with amble breasts, curving hips and\ndelicate limbs. This was while she was dripping wet. Once dried and coiffure,\nshe was probably a total stunner.She noted my gaze. She smiled as\nshe stepped up and placed her paw under my chin. She pushed it up gently.\n\"Stares are fine young man, but it's impolite to stare slack jawed. It's\nunbecoming!\"I was suddenly embarrassed. And confused\nI might add. Why was I here?Carl held out a towel for this fine\nlady, who, it turns out did have a first name. It was Melodia. I doubt she was\nborn with it, but it suited her so who was I to question it? She wrapped\nherself in the enormous towel and took another for her head.  She sat down in the unoccupied chair, like a\nrose between two thorns.\"So Paul, \" she started. I was\nimmediately caught up in her voice. \"Carl tells me good things about you. From\nwhat I can see of you, he has not lied. You see, I think poor Carl is too busy.\nToo many things for him to handle. He needs a helper, and who better than\nsomeone he knows and trusts. Right Carl?\"                Carl\nsmiled. \"Yeah, I think he'll be able to do those things that I'm not equipped\nfor.\"I was watching them both, for it\nwas plain to see they were playing a game. I spoke up. \"Carl can do any job\nbetter that I can Mrs. Tendleton. He's bigger and stronger. She grinned. \"Yes, the dear boy is\nas you say.\" Then she sighed. \"But some jobs require a little more finesse. And\nthe right tool.\"Now I wasn't getting this. Ok, so I\nwas naive and a little stupid. I was still on edge about being here, and even\nmore so now. Carl was chuckling a little too comfortably. I turned to say\nsomething to him, but decided to hold my tongue. I was getting too flustered.\nMelodia did a little stage cough. I turned to see what she wanted. She stood and removed the towel\nfrom her hair, shaking it free. She smiled at me, not a condescending one, but\na genuine smile. \"Carl said you were kind of cute. I agree. But you need to man\nup. You can't be a boy forever!\"She dropped the main towel, which\nwasn't a big deal until she did it. I mean, she was wearing a bikini\nunderneath...right? No. Somehow; somewhere in our conversation she had managed to\nstrip it off. She was naked! I suddenly got all the vague references. A bulge\nappeared in my shorts. She noticed and smiled. \"It's a good start!\"She grabbed my paw and took Carl's\nand led us back inside the house. I was literally shaking in my shoes, saved\nfrom such indignity by that lack of any footwear whatsoever.  Carl, being bold and apparently knowing the\ndrill, was out of his trunks immediately. God his cock was big. I suddenly felt\nout of place, like a regular dog at a porno shoot. Melodia read my thoughts.\"Don't worry young man. I have an\nitch that Carl can't reach.\"He chuckled. \"Oh, I can reach it...\"\"Yes darling I suppose you can. But\nthen my itch would turn into something less comfortable. Your friend will work\nperfectly.\"I didn't know what I was supposed\nto do, and I didn't care. She was beautiful and sexy and I was going to get\nlaid. I was sill scared by the fact that her husband could have us both\nkidnapped and shot, but that made this all the more exciting. My shorts hit the\nfloor like lead.She reached out and stroked my\ncock. I thought I would cum right then. \"Yes, this will do perfectly.\" She\npurred out the last word like she was a cat. It was somehow sensual in way it\nshouldn't have been, but I liked it.Carl lay down on the bed, his\nmassive boner red and hot and stiff as a board. Melodia climbed up on top of\nhim, spread her legs and slipped over it with a gasp. I was left standing there\nawkwardly, watching them and not knowing what I was supposed to do. She turned her\nhead around and motioned for me to come over. I did, still a little lost.She grabbed some of the tanning\nlotion and rubbed my cock with it before reaching around to rub some on her\ntailhole. Once she was certain I got the idea, she handed the bottle to me. I\ngathered some up and worked it in, feeling more confident as I went. When she\ndidn't mind, I wiggled in a finger, then two. I could see now why I had been\ncalled in. Her ass was way too small for Carl.\nHe would have busted down the door to the back entrance like a S.W.A.T. team.\nAs it was, he looked like a log crammed into the front. I had seen situations\nlike this in some pornos, so from this point on my role was obvious.I was a little too eager I suppose.\nBut my cock proved to be a perfect fit. \nEven as it slipped in, I could feel Carl's massive cock on the other\nside. I had never had anal sex before, so this was sort of an additional thrill.\nHere I was butt fucking the beautiful wife of the richest man around.She grunted as I grabbed her\nshoulders and went to work. Carl was doing the same. It was hard to believe\nthis lady needed anything, but I guess money only bought you so much. I forced\nmyself to chill. I leaned back and anchored myself with her gorgeous tail. Carl\nmoved his arms around her back and he worked her over for a good half an hour.  It felt sort of dirty what I was going, but if\nshe wanted it...I had been fighting down an orgasm\nfor nearly the whole time. I didn't want to seem like an amateur. I was thankful\nwhen Carl started going a little crazy because I knew I could finally let\nloose. We came at about the same time, my wad bursting through my cock with\nlightning speed. I could feel my cum piling out into her tight ass with a vengeance.Since I was on top, I pulled out\nfirst and got off of her. She was giving Carl sweet kisses before she moved. I\ngot a quick glance at two gaping holes before she stood up. Carl sat up and\ngrabbed her by the paw, pulling her back down. She giggled. \"So Melodia, did I do good?\"She looked at me. \"Yes, he'll do\njust fine. Young man, can you stay a little longer than a few days?\"My cock was already hardening. \"Ma'am,\nI'll stay until you kick me out!\"And so started what I thought was\ngoing to be the worst summer ever. I was so totally wrong. It went down as the\none nothing else would ever beat."}