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Dot never would have expected this. The young Dalmatian was a devout Catholic, and she'd had several, frustrating heats where she was locked up by her owners and tucked away in doggy diapers. Today would have been the same if it weren't for a heathen human boy named Justin.

Now, she was wandering the streets alone, cornered against the wall by three horny males, two fairly large dogs that looked like a black lab mix and a poodle mix, and an eager little Corgi. She knew, exhausted as she was, that she couldn't outrun them, so the once-prudish bitch just lifted her tail. Dot steeled herself, but she knew that even all three of the dogs couldn't match the ferocity of her recent mate.

That's right - she wasn't a virgin anymore. She'd started last night like any other day, but now she'd been bred by two males - first, her brother, then the largest dog she'd ever laid eyes on, an English Mastiff named Brutus. She'd tried to escape both, but she couldn't deny the way her body felt beneath the two. She knew it was a sin, but at least she'd resisted as best she could. Now, as she watched the leader, Pier, walk up behind her, she _knew_she'd enjoy it.

But is that so bad? If given a choice, she'd run for home, but the last twenty-four hours had been marked again and again by events outside of her control. Her brother, Dash, had raped her, twice, and Brutus and Rufus would have raped her for weeks if she hadn't escaped. She lifted her tail now, but these three were raping her just as much. Enjoying it was probably a sin, but even _that_was beyond her control.

"Good girl," the lab said, while the other two cheered him on. He was slightly bigger than Dot, and used his weight to his advantage. He clambered on top of her, pushing her forward until she was pressed up against the wall, her head turned sideways. Dot took a deep breath, clenching her eyes shut. She could feel the heat radiating off Pier's dick as he poked and prodded, searching for her well-used, heat-swollen cunt. With his mouth just inches from her spotted ears, he added in a husky voice, "You want this, don't you?"

Yes...and no. Dot just whimpered in response, pushing against the wall with her paws.

"You're one lucky puppy, you know that?" he continued, shifting his hips and angling himself upward. She could feel his bony tip bouncing against her grey spade. "Not many can escape the junkyard. Though I suppose they both stuffed you before you got out...?"

Dot shook her head, an awkward motion while it was pressed up against the wall. She said, "Just Brutus..."

"Good - maybe you'll still be tight."

Dot groaned and clenched her eyes shut, and sure enough, seconds later, Pier pounded forward, pushing her into the wall and spreading her swollen pussy wide. The other dogs watched with lolling tongues as their leader rocked back and forth, gasping through gritted teeth, "Yep...still tight!"

The Dalmatian bitch could tell that Pier was no match for Brutus, but still she moaned and bucked her hips, tail spread wide for the forceful labrador. In her head, she recited a verse she'd learned over a year ago: 'But even if you should suffer for the sake of righteousness, you are blessed.' She may not be suffering in the flesh, but she knew what they were doing to her was a grave sin, and an injustice onto her body. Let them _try_to corrupt her, for even if they did penetrate her very womb and soil her with their bastard puppies, she would still be pure in God's eyes.

With the confidence of faith, Dot humped and moaned, squeezing down around the horny black dog's cock.

He didn't take long, pumping back and forth as his knot grew inside her. Barking eagerly, Pier said, "What do you think, Spots? Think I'll sneak one past the goalie? Better hope that little runt doesn't get one in."

"Hey!" Pip growled.

Dot kept her mouth shut, thinking 'better Pier's than my brother's', though she couldn't hold back a plaintive howl as the dog tied deep and less loose into her unprotected cunt. She spasmed around him, squeezing all around him as she drained his big, black balls. She could feel his warm cum spilling deep inside her, staining her once-pristine maidenhood.

When he was done with her, he turned around, leaving the Dalmatian gasping against the wall. Her face flushed, realizing she almost forgot herself and begged for more. She had to remind herself that though it felt good, it was a sin. The minute she actually wanted them was the minute she betrayed Jesus.

"Damn, that was a good fuck," he said to the others, wagging his tail.

Woods growled, "Well, get on with it - I've been hard as a rock for hours."

"Well, you should have cornered her before she escaped to the junkyard, then," snapped Pier.

Dot glanced down to eye Woods' glistening cock, firm and hard for the heat-addled Dalmatian. He'd wanted her for hours, just waiting for the off-chance that her tight little pussy would make it out of the junkyard. Dot blushed. Now it is his.

With a heavy shove, Pier tugged out of her. The other dogs circled closer to make sure she couldn't escape, but they didn't need to. Dot wasn't going anywhere. She spread her legs and lifted her tail for the curly-haired poodle mix, shivering as the big dog sniffed her cum-splattered spade. She gasped when she felt his warm tongue.

"Mmm," Woods said. "Like a rich frosting. Always did like sloppy seconds."

Pip rolled his eyes, impatiently waiting his turn. "Just get on with it."

Dot nodded, her tongue spilling out of her mouth. "Do what you're going to do..."

Woods grinned at Pier, who was curled up, licking his spent cock. "Not going to turn down a bitch in need." He hopped onto the shivering Dalmatian's back.

Woods pushed down on her head, shoving her roughly against the ground instead of the wall. Dot tried to struggle, but he was too strong, one heavy paw keeping her head flush with the ground, the other tucked neatly around her hips, holding her up. "There's a good girl," he said.

Dot groaned as the poodle plunged into her sopping spade, the remnants of Pier's earlier contributions splattering out of her. He was even thicker, but the thick cum had him swimming around inside of her. He bottomed out immediately, pounded against her vulnerable womb. Her fourth cock of the day spread her wide, demanding her attention. Panting, the exhausted Dalmatian pressed back against Woods.

"Look at her," Woods grunted. "She wants_this _bad." He leaned down to speak into her ear, "So many bitches pretend they want nothin' to do with us, but you're proof, Spots. They're full of shit."

Eyes rolling up in her head, Dot humped and moaned, "Oh God..."

Like Pier, Woods got straight to business, hammering into her tight cunt until she was bulging wide. His fat cock was so ready, he was tied in seconds, but he didn't cum just yet. He_assaulted_ her, slamming back and forth so hard that her bulging spade felt like it would tear. Dot whimpered, spreading her legs as far as they would go, grimacing at the claws digging into the back of her head.

"Ready, bitch?" he taunted. "Keep that rump up - feel the way I drain into you. I'll have you _waddling_home."

She felt his bony tip aiming downward, nestled right against her womb. Every _splurt_would spill right into her. Dot whimpered, shuddering and _cumming_around the poodle, even before he began the irreversible. "Do it!" she whined, wondering if she'd gone too far.

With a howl, the stray mutt sprayed into her quivering cunny, shooting large globs of bubbling cum right into her swollen womb. Gravity did half the work, letting every last drop spill into her egg chamber. If there were any left after Dash, Brutus, and Pier, Woods would find them. Dot bucked her hips, milking the poodle for all he was worth, one paw sneaking down to feel her bulging belly.

"My turn!" the corgi yelped.

Woods groaned, but did help his little friend out. With a whine, he managed to pull himself out of Dot's greased, no-longer-tight cunt, a thick medly of fluids dribbling out of her well-bred mound. Already half-way on the ground, Dot fell the rest of the way, collapsing onto her side.

Pip was stronger than he looked. The little dog put a paw between Dot's legs and pushed her spread eagle to balance on her back in the dirt. He looked at Dot's cum-stained rump with disdain, not even taking a sniff before climbing onto her belly. She looked face-to-face with the excited corgi, whimpering as she got a glimpse at his cock.

He was huge. Easily as big as Pier despite his small stature. Dot could hardly believe how much of the dog's belly was taken up by his long, massive sheath. Pip said, "Saving the best for last," though his 'friends' chuckled. Pip didn't seem to care, lining up with her puffy pussy. "It's nice to see that Brutus fucked some_obedience_ into this bitch."

Dot whined. To some extent, he was right. Before the junkyard, she'd still been horrified by the thought of what had been happening to her. After Brutus had his way with her, the Dalmatian had come within seconds of giving herself to the other mastiff. Was she just fooling herself that she was doing this for_Sherry_? Saving the German Shepherd had made her feel good, but not as good as having an excuse to throw herself at the three dogs.

Her thought process was cut off by a heavy thrust from the small Corgi. Dot yelped, stretching wide around him as he used his small, strong stature to pound_her, _fast. Whining, her tail curled up, rubbing up against Pip's oversized balls. Would she take one of Pip's pups? The orange fur would be a dead giveaway. She bucked her hips up against him.

Pier said, "Look at her, wagging her tail."

Woods agreed. "What a whore."

No, it's not true, she whined. I'm just making the most of a bad situation!

"God, she's so wet," Pip groaned, slamming his swelling knot against her thick, grey spade. "_How_many times did you say you've been fucked today?"

Dot gasped, "You're the sixth."

Pip grinned. "By the time I'm the ninth, it'll feel like I'm swimming."

The...ninth? They weren't going to stop after him. She glanced from Woods to Pier, and sure enough, they were already getting hard again. Like the junkyard brothers, they could cycle and go again and again. When would they tire?

That's when Pip knotted her, and Dot dropped her jaw, eyes rolling back in her head as she _wailed_and shuddered. Pip leaned forward, his long, fat cock pressed against her sopping opening, adding heavy, wet _splurts_to her already distended womb. Dot wrapped her hind paws around his back, squirming as she came, drooling from the corner of her mouth.

He didn't bother to turn around, just hanging on tight as he kept squirting into her, the sinful gunk taking root deep inside her. "Oh, God!" she gasped, before she clamped her mouth shut. Oops, that time I wasn't actually calling on God...

Pip actually took the longest to tug out of her, since the pose was a bit awkward, and somehow, the small dog had the largest knot. Whimpering, Dot stood on shaky legs, wondering if she could make a break for it. She almost collapsed after one step, though.

Pier slid up beside her, licking the side of her face. "Where do you think you're going?"

Panting, Dot spread her legs and held her tail to the side.

"Good girl"

They only detained the young Dalmatian for an hour, so when she finally limped home, listening to the slosh, slosh, slosh of her round belly, Catholic mass was almost done. Would anyone even be home? Her owners stayed at church to socialize for an hour or longer. Would she be stuck in the open front yard, or out on the street, smelling like nothing less than a freshly fucked bitch in heat?

Let them come, she said through gritted teeth. What could one more fuck do?

But when she scampered into the front gate, she was met by Carol, the younger daughter. The ten-year-old must have stayed home to wait for Dot, because the car wasn't in the garage.

"Dot, you're back!" the girl cried. "Are you okay?"

"I'm...alive," Dot admitted.

"Thank the Lord," the little red-head said, and Dot knew the girl wasn't swearing. Dot would really miss it when Carol 'realized' she couldn't possibly speak to dogs and stopped understanding her. According to Dot's mom, Debbie, the same thing had happened with Amber.

"Where's Dash...?" Dot asked, glancing at the ominous house. As much as she'd grown accustomed to it, if her brother hadn't recovered from the little blue pill yet, she'd rather stay away from him.

"In the backyard with Debbie."

Dot blinked. Mom was in heat, and Dash was...well, male. "What is he doing in the same place as Mom?"

Carol looked confused and a little uneasy. "He said he needed to talk with her. I know I'm not supposed to put them together right now, but he said it'd be okay. Why?"

"Hurry!" Dot gasped, running forward. The two girls were in such a hurry, they didn't hear the footsteps just then rounding the corner.

* * * * *

What a stupid, stupid girl, Jan thought, as she strode down the sidewalk. The Irish woman had raised two beautiful daughters, but Amber must have taken after her father. That would make sense, since her hair had always been a bit more brown than Jan's or Carol's.

What kind of person puts a dog in heat in the front yard with the gate open? Sure, the mailman might have come, but odds were they'd close the gate. Unless Dot ran past him. Either way, the backyard had always been the rule, and Amber had broken it. She was sixteen now - she should know better.

And now Dot was lost on the streets having God-knows-what happen to her. If they _did_ever see the Dalmatian again, she would be no-doubt pregnant with some mutt, making another litter of unwanted puppies. Jan and her husband, Robert, had gotten into the dog-breeding business to improve the breed, and that meant careful selection. That, and the money, of course. Well-bred Dalmatian puppies sold for $500, which helped when Robert's mechanic job was the only income.

Well, she'd dragged that auburn-haired dunce straight to confession to think about what she'd done. Jan could hardly imagine a more reckless, irresponsible way to treat the one night they'd trusted Amber to stay home alone. What were those Nuns teaching her?

Her heels _clacked_against the sidewalk as she rushed along, heading home from church while Robert waited for Amber with the car. The confession was taking a surprisingly long time...

She rounded the corner, just twenty feet from home, when she heard the front door click_shut. "Carol?" she asked, quickening her pace. As she walked into the yard, she almost caught her knee-length, green floral dress on the gate. _Still open, of course. There was no one in sight, but she swore she'd heard the front door close. Jan rushed up the front walk and turned the handle, waving distractedly to the McNamaras pulling into their driveway next door.

Inside, the house was quiet. Odd, considering there was a ten-year-old girl at home. Jan strode forward through the kitchen and glanced down the hallway, exhaling a sigh. There was Carol, and standing beside her, Dot. The Dalmatian looked like a mess, her fur rumpled in every direction, a fair bit of dirt worked into her coat.

"Carol," she called.

The little girl didn't answer. She was just staring through the open glass door at the backyard. Even the _dog_seemed frozen in place. "Carol, what are you..." Jan said, walking forward to glance through the window.

Oh, Jesus Christ...

They were staring at Dash and Debbie locked in a very unfortunate and intimate embrace. She could only guess what Dot had been through, but this...?We're supposed to be responsible, dammit!_There, the three-year-old son was clearly breeding his dumb slut of a mother, both too stupid to realize how _wrong_that was. First Dot's random breeding, and now inbreeding. Jan stared at Carol. _There was only one way those dogs ended up together.

"What did you do, Carol? You know they aren't supposed to be together. Look what you've done!"

The girl stared up at her mother, lip quivering. "But Dash said..."

Jan rolled her eyes. "He can't _talk_to you," she said sternly. She must have learned that from Amber. Superstitious nonsense. "I _trusted_you, Carol, and you're just as stupid as Amber!"

The girl at least had the sense to start crying. Jan glanced back in the yard, where Dash was putting the finishing touches on Debbie. At least the old bitch had been bred just before this by her proper mate. She could reasonably pretend that the litter would be Dalton's - no need for anyone to find out about this.

"I'll see what I can do. Carol, stay here and call Debbie inside when I get her free, okay? And keep the damned door_closed_. I don't want the girls running back outside while I'm dealing with Dash."

Too harsh? Jan wished she hadn't sworn. Just letting a little frustration out. But honestly, just like Amber, Carol should have known better. What a headache! Jan closed the door so that Dot wouldn't try to sneak out, staring down at the incestual couple. "Bad dog!" she yelled at the two of them, not that they'd understand why. They were only doing what was natural.

Now, both dogs were looking over their shoulders at her. Debbie whined, but Dash just stared at her coolly. "Come on, come on, get off of her," Jan said, kicking off her heels and stepping barefoot into the grass. "Don't make me pull you..."

Dash just growled. If anything, the damned dog humped_harder_, his big balls quivering beneath him. Jan knew pleading wasn't go to get her anywhere. She walked right up to the pup she'd helped Amber raise for three years and grabbed onto his hips. "Come on, now..."

She tugged on him, and Dash yipped, snapping his teeth at her. Was it a warning, or had he just missed? Jan was furious. "Bad dog, Dash! BAD dog!" Tired of this, Jan grabbed the Dalmatian by the legs and dug her feet into the ground, yanking him backwards.

Her plan worked - too_well. With a sickening _plop!, Dash popped out of his mother, leaving her gaping pussy dripping with his seed. Jan wasn't prepared, and tumbled backward, pulling Dash with her. Rolling backwards, she landed heavily face-up, with an eighty-pound Dalmatian sitting on her.

"Buh!?" the forty-year-old woman said, blinking her eyes. She tried to move, but a sharp pain shot up to her brain. No, the pain was in her brain. Groaning, she reached up to touch her head, and her fingers came away wet. A quick glance showed that she must have hit her head against one of the sturdy, metal, construction trucks they'd gotten for Carol - left out again, of course. Everything seemed blurry, and for some reason her vision was black and white. And red.

"Debbie! Debbie, come!" Carols voice filtered vaguely into Jan's mind. The serviced bitch ran back to the house, door sliding shut with a loud _bdoom!_No, her vision wasn't going. She was staring straight at Dash's butt. "Oog," she groaned. "Get off!"

She tried to push him off of her, but she was still too weak. Besides, he was lying on her chest, and she could hardly lift the dog on her best day. Squinting, she focused on the red color and immediately regretted it. Dash's tail was up, and just below his black balls was his glossy, red cock, still covered in his mom's juices. It was getting all over her dress!

"Down!" she yelped again, shoving him, but Dash didn't budge. He seemed distracted, and Jan soon found out why.

Sniiiiiiff!

She felt it before she heard it, a deep breath from the horny Dalmatian. His paws had landed on either side of her legs, spreading her just enough for a great view under her bunched up dress. The nosy Dalmatian had poked his snout right up against her white panties and gotten a huge whiff. "Dash!" she shouted.

As if he realized she was helpless, and that her words weren't backed up, Dash calmly took another sniff. Before Jan could yell again, she felt him take a lick.

Now that is too far! She gathered all her strength and shoved the big dog, only for her head to start swimming, and her vision start to fade. Maybe she'd hit her head harder than she'd thought! "Please, stop!" she gasped.

Dash just wagged his tail, taking every advantage of the situation. Again and again he lapped at her panties until they were positively soaked. The warm, gentle pressure didn't hurt, but Jan felt terribly vulnerable. Whining, she finally remembered Carol. Glancing up, she yelled to her daughter, "Get him off me!"

The dogs, Dot and Debbie seemed suitably disturbed, but Carol just wiped away her tears and shook her head. She can't...she can't hear me.I told her to keep the door closed!

She tried to close her legs, but Dash put a little more pressure on his paws, spreading her out. Did the dumb Dalmatian think she was a dog? She could just picture him lapping at Debbie's mound, just like Dalton had done the day before. "Dash, it's me, Jan!" she tried feebly, hoping he would remember all the years she'd help train him. Of course, that hadn't stopped the big dog from fucking his own mother.

Worse, his deep licks were starting to play at the elastic band of her panties, his thick drool seeping beneath to drench her coarse, red hair. "Enough!" she cried, and grabbed two tufts of fur on the dog's rump and pulled. When that didn't work, she dug her nails into him.

Nothing worked.

She was about to attack his (admittedly valuable) balls when her panties bunched up and rolled down. She just grabbed him when his neck lick _slurped_wetly against her bare pussy. "Unnnnh!" she gasped, letting go.

"Dash, no!" she whimpered, but the next lick followed suit. She wanted to fight, but she couldn't concentrate. Between her head and his tongue, she was losing it. It feels good...

She was raised in quite a conservative household - sex was just for procreation, not for fun, and Robert was perfectly on board with that. They'd only slept together a handful of times - the honeymoon, and then for Amber and Carol. They couldn't really afford more kids, so Jan and Robert had spent the last ten years celibate. And even when they _had_had sex, he'd certainly never touched her like Dash.

"Hey, stop!" she shivered, as his thick, wet tongue engulfed her fuzzy folds. His strong licks were starting to stretch and tear what was left of her panties, and in seconds, only the tatters remains, opening her entire pussy to the dog's inquisitive licks. He didn't stop, pushing harder and harder until she couldn't squeeze her kegels anymore. With a groan, she gave up, and his next _slurp_went straight into her sacred canal.

"Aaaah!" she gasped. Looking up, she could make out Carol and the dogs watching. Did they know what Dash was doing? Could the 10-year-old possibly understand what was happening? Shuddering, the pinned housewife wondered when the curious Dalmatian would get tired of her.

Not soon enough, she realized, as she felt her body temperature rising. His powerful tongue nudged and rubbed against her clit, soaking her each time it plunged deep. She wouldn't be able to fight that feeling for long! If she didn't think of a way to dislodge the Dalmatian, she was going to stop resisting him!

It was worse than Jan even knew. For a moment, the forty-year-old was relieved to feel a growing pain between her legs, a sensation that was too_much. She yowled and tried to kick him off of her, but at least she wasn't started to feel _turned on. "Get off, that hurts!" she yelped.

Little did she know that it didn't hurt - not one bit. Her pussy spasmed around Dash's tongue, and she wiggling her hips, digging her fingernails into the ground. She'd never felt anything like this. It was like she was going to burn up and explode!

In a sense, she did. Her first orgasm rippled through the middle-aged mother, her soaked clitoris trembling in every direction as she lost her vision for a different reason. Her eyes glazed over as Dash pushed her over the edge, bucking up against him as he drank her down. Her chest heaved as she panted and pumped her hips, reaching out to grab two tufts of fur on Dash's rump. For the moment, Carol didn't even seem to exist. There was just Jan and that delicious tongue.

Dash gulped everything he could, dragging his tongue this way and that to guzzle Jan's juices. For a solid minute, the woman just shuddered and moaned, heedless of the neighbors.

She felt great - until her high finally vanished. Suddenly, the world returned to focus and she realized where she was, who she was, and what she'd done. She'd just gotten off to her own dog while her daughter watched. Worse, she could hear the neighbor's door sliding open. "Mrs. Higgins, is that you?" the voice came over the fence.

Thankfully, the bushes got quite in the way of peeking over the fence, at least without a lot of effort. Alan McNamara would have to really work to get a look into her yard. Jan said, "Y-yes, I'm fine. "Don't worry about me!"

She would have loved some help, but not from Alan. He was a renowned gossip, and she'd literally never be able to live this down! "Okay..." he said, and the door slid closed.

Jan lay back in relief, panting. Dash had stopped licking, though he was still lying on her, and her head felt a lot less woozy. She'd certainly never _meant_for anything like this to happen. As long as Carol was willing to keep a secret, Robert would never have to know...

"Get off..." she groaned again, and this time, Dash did as he was told. He climbed off the dowdy housewife, tail still wagging high, showing off his thick, solid erection. Does that ever go away? she wondered. Shaking her head to clear it, she rolled over, feeling a bit woozy.

"Shit..." she groaned, reaching down toward the shreds of her drool-soaked panties. She'd have to dispose of the evidence. She gathered them up into a clump in her fist. I...I didn't know I could feel_that good. All my life Robert and I have been respecting God's gift of marriage, and I never knew what it meant to 'get off'._

Until Dash.

Jan felt like a dirty slut. Sure, she'd tried to stop him, but did she do everything she could have? And even so, she'd given her flesh over to the dog. The black-and-white Satan had tempted her, and she was soiled. Oh God, I need to confess this, she realized.That would be an awkward conversation - probably the most awkward the priest will have ever heard!

Jan tried to stand up, but fell forward onto her hands and knees again. She reached up to feel the gouge in her head again. Her head was bloody, but it seemed like the bleeding at stopped. Still, she -

"Hey!" she gasped, dragged from her thoughts by yet_another_ fervent lick. She looked back to see that Dash had taken advantage of her bunched up dress and missing panties. The Dalmatian stood behind her, tail wagging as he stuck his snout beneath the green dress and slathered her wet pussy with his tongue. "Bad boy!" she gasped.

But, for a second, she was tempted. For a second, she crouched there, enjoying the sensation, wondering if she could feel like she had a few minutes earlier again.

That second turned into two, and then three, and then five.

"What am I doing!?" she gasped in a whisper. Straight ahead, Carol, Dot, and Debbie were all staring through the glass at her. At least they couldn't see much of what Dash was doing to her. Whimpering, she crawled forward, anything to get away from the inquisitive dog, but he wouldn't let up.

"No!" she yelled at Dash, feebly. The dog she felt she'd known for years felt like a different animal, strangely forceful, demanding, and cocksure. Perhaps this was a result of his first breeding? He ignored her completely.

And then he doubled down.

Before Jan could even yelp, Dash placed a tentative paw on her butt, and lifted himself onto her back. She knew exactly what he was doing, having watched dozens of stud dogs do the same for their bitches. The situation had been serious enough before, but this was a bad joke. Dash's belly brushed up against her dress, rolling it up and forward until she could feel the cool air on her bare, exposed buttocks. But that was nothing compared to the slippery, warm poke she felt next.

Jan screamed.

Carol watched on, uncertain. She'd been told to keep the damn door closed, and she didn't want to make her mother even_madder_ at her. Dot and Debbie were pleading with the girl to open the door and let them help Jan, but Carol tried to ignore them. They can't really talk, they can't really talk.

Help came in the form of Alan McNamara, exactly the wrong kind of help.

The door slid open again, and his curious, obnoxious voice said, "Mrs. Higgins?"

Jan thought quickly. She could get out of this on her own. No need for Alan. "It's nothing, dear," she said as calmly as possible, hiding her panting. "Just hurt myself gardening...!"

"That was quite a scream! Do you need help?"

_I need you to go back inside,_she thought, squirming beneath her eager, horny dog. She reached down between her legs, blocking herself. "No, no, it's fine."

There was a pause, and Jan hoped he go away so she could concentrate on the rather more important issue bouncing between her legs.

"Are you sure? Let me take a look..." She could hear her neighbor walking toward the fence. She couldn't exactly play this off anymore - she'd just told him she was fine. If he looked over and saw her on all fours for her Dalmatian, that would be it - the worst thing that could ever happen to her.

"Wait!" she gasped, reaching out as if she could stop him by sheer willpower. Of course, she had used the hand that wasn't propping her up. In the franticness of the moment, she didn't realize her mistake until a heavy thrust later.

Dash _humped_forward against her unprotected, soaked pussy, his slippery tip hitting his mark exactly. Jan _yelped_as his fat cock shoved her red-tufted folds apart, drilling into her. "Aaah!" she gasped, and the sound only spurred Alan on.

His footsteps were fast approaching. Jan knew she had to address the more pressing concern, no matter the consequences. Opening her mouth, she put on her best mother voice and yelled, "Alan, you stay put. It's just a rash, and -"

Dash humped again, digging deeper into the middle-aged mother. She bit down on her hand to stifle another moan, then continued, "- it's none of your business. Go back inside!"

The footsteps stopped. If the bushes hadn't been in the way, she was certain Alan would have checked on her anyway, but instead he seemed stunned by the harshness of her tone. "Uh...well, if you need anything, I'll, uh...be inside."

"Thanks," she said, biting her hand again. It had worked! She kept her fist in her mouth, holding back her yelps and moans as the man walked intolerably slowly back to his house.

Dash had made good use of the time Alan had bought him. His paws curled powerfully around Jan's waist. He leaned forward, pounding up and into his surprised bitch, who couldn't do much with one hand in her mouth. He didn't seem to mind the anatomical differences - a tight cunt was a tight cunt either way.

Jan was forced to wait for Alan to slide the door closed, keeping her mouth shut even as the big Dalmatian had his way with her. _How slow can the man be??_she wondered, enduring hump after hump. She glared at her daughter, watching quietly from the door. How could she not realize her mother needed help? She just watched her own mother being mounted and bred by the family dog.

Finally, Alan's feet hit wood, meaning he was on his deck. Still, she couldn't risk removing her gag, or he'd come running back. Jan bit down, tears in her eyes as she held back the urge to scream or yell. Or moan. Forced to wait helplessly, all Jan could do was endure the deep, fast thrusts spreading her tight pussy apart. He was huge, at least compared to Robert, and her wet tunnel was greased and prepped in a way that had never happened to her before. He pumped smoothly back and forth, cock throbbing against her inner walls. As much as she wanted to hate it, she felt better than she ever had before.

When the sliding door finally closed, she pulled her fist from her mouth. But she didn't say "Bad dog!" Instead, she said, "Good boy!"

She surprised herself as much as anyone. Jan arched her back and spread her legs for the dog, realizing full well that she was committing an unforgivable sin. Everything worked against her - she was married, he was a dog, her own daughter was watching from the window. And yet, the devil inside her had won, and she didn't mean Dash. Her pussy burned and ached again, in the same way that had driven Jan crazy before, and she couldn't even try to stop the dog.

It felt so good that Jan Higgins threw her immortal soul to the winds - was even _God_forgiving enough for this? "Don't stop!" she gasped, pressing back against the horny canine.

As if Dash was about to stop. He doubled down his efforts, scaling further up her body to dick her deep, the long, tapered cock bottoming out inside her. The fat belly of his rod pressed wetly against her inexperienced clit, but what really made Jan shiver was the thick bulb at his base _thudding_against her aching lips. Jan had watched it many times - a stud would hold himself deep as his knot grew until the bitch's spade bulged like a baseball. She didn't know whether she could take it, but she wanted to try.

I gave birth to two daughters, I can take one knot. Jan had to bit her lip to keep from moaning too loudly. She was a bit too tall for the Dalmatian, but he quickly remedied that by shoving the housewife forward, lowering her hips just a few inches. Then, the better to thrust with, Dash bit down on the back of Jan's dress and lay into her, staring at the two Dalmatians inside as if to say, "Try and stop me."

Jan was pumping her hips up and down now as the dog slammed back and forth, revelling in the jolts of pleasure that coursed through her body. Why hadn't Robert ever done this to her? She'd never known what she was missing, but now, how could she go back to being a sexless wife and mother? This was a start - a damn good start - but she wanted more. "Nnnn, God, Dash...God!" she moaned, listening to the wet _squish_each time he hilted himself in her trembling pussy.

Now, the dog was howling, too, low bellows and short_yips_, almost as if he were talking to her. She could almost swear that Dash was barking about his conquests - Jan herself, Debbie, of course, and...Dot? Had he gotten to Dot, too? But no, Amber would have said something. When Jan got the strange feeling that Amber, too, was on the list, she knew she must be imagining things.

Each time the Dalmatian pulled back, she felt a heavier_tug_ on her labia. He was getting bigger - lots bigger - but the green dress was in the way. Instead, she reached down between her legs and cupped her pussy with one hand, jaw dropping at what she felt. He'd knotted her, for sure. Her cunt was bulging like a grapefruit, wrapped tighly around the dog's massive dick. Each thrust rocked her sensitive lips back and forth, the knot itself _thrumming_up beneath her clitoris. She'd never understood the appeal of sex toys until she had her very own, black-and-white model.

"Dash...Dash," she gasped. "I'm gonna..."

But he was way ahead of her. In plain view of her daughter and his mother and sister, Dash _howled_and drilled in deep, poking into Jan's soft, inner wall before letting loose. A load _splurt!_filled the air, making Jan blush as the first barrage of sticky dog cum painted her insides, the knot sealing everything inside.

Luckily, Jan remembered at the last second to bite her fist, muffling a moan that would otherwise have brought everyone in the neighborhood to her door. She bit down until it hurt, waggling her hips and shuddering beneath him. Her face matched her red hair as she allowed the dog to breed her, soiling her once-pristine womb. She'd been such a good Catholic for such a long time, but her relationship with sex was about to change. Whimpering, she squeezed down around the dog's dick, milking him for everything she could, never wanting him to stop.

He lasted far longer than Robert, too, pumping for minute after minute. His knot wouldn't let up, pounding her newly awoken clit to orgasm not once, but three_times. She knew this was a turning point; there was the Jan _before, and the Jan after the big orgasm.

Only when Dash finally hopped off his red-haired bitch did Jan catch her breath and start to realize the implications. She'd just fucked_the dog, and liked it. Could she really take this to confessional? Did the priest need to know _everything? "Good boy," she gasped, looking over her shoulder at the pleased pup, wagging his tail over his latest conquest.

"Fuck," she gasped, ignoring the swear word. She'd done far worse. "Robert and Amber will be back any minute!" She glanced up at the accusing eyes of the Dalmatians behind the glass, and Carol's confusion. She had to explain everything very carefully to the girl, but she couldn't do that until Dash was done_splurting_ into her. She could still feel him _squeezing_out load after load, balls churning.

"Hurry up," she whined, trying to stave off the building heat in her loins. She didn't fight it for long, and soon, she was gasping and moaning a fifth time that day, tied to her bold companion.

Thankfully, Robert and Amber were _still_gone when the dog finally tugged himself free, leaving Jan in a heap on the ground, covered in sweat, her dress ripped and rumpled, her panties a sopping heap, her hair disheveled, and worst of all, draining dog cum onto the ground. She wasn't about to go inside until that was taken care of, and Dash didn't seem interested in cleaning up after himself. She mopped up what she could with her torn underwear, but it was already thick with dog slobber. In the end, she walked over to the tool shed and used a rag.

"Carol," she said, taking a deep breath, now that she was back inside. She'd closed Dash in the backyard. "We need to talk."

* * * * *

Father Ireland always felt awkward being called 'Father'. He was young, and of course, he'd never fathered any children, and never planned to. The twenty-three year old had been a deacon for a year now, though he'd never led his own congregation. Here, he mostly took confessions.

He kind of liked it. These people needed his forgiveness, and they always left feeling better about themselves, with a plan to atone. Of course, there were the tough cases - cheating, divorce - but he could advise counseling from someone a bit more qualified. When Amber Higgins walked into the booth, he expected the usual: lusting after boys, peer pressure, smoking.

Her confession wasn't the usual. In fact, there weren't any groups or services he knew that specialized. Father Ireland did his best, of course, but he was visibly shaken when Amber left.

"Another confession, Ireland," the priest of the chapel said, an hour or two later.

"Can I...make a rain check?" he asked.

"Oh hush, it's just Mrs. Higgins. Probably envious of the neighbor's potted plants again." He was joking, of course, Father Carmichael would never break the sanctity of confession.

Father Ireland sat in the booth across from Amber's mother, wondering if she'd somehow found out about her daughter's many sins. But what would _she_need to confess about? No, this must be a separate issue. He breathed a sigh of relief, guessing that this would be a lot simpler than his previous confession.

Certain, that is, until the woman started to talk.