| Summer break had always been a long-anticipated escape for Angela. In high school summer meant freedom and no responsibility. College summers spelled a momentary reprieve from the nightmarish credit schedule she had labored through while earning the degree she treasured. Angela was a doctor of human behavioral psychology. This summer was a special one; two years of a successful practice and it was time for a three-month vacation in a place she'd never been. The rays of the increasingly early May morning sun gently probed her eye lids. Like a tide slowly ebbbing, creeping onto a shore, consciousness began its quiet assault on her dreams. As she roused, ever so slowly, images of the night's dreams still danced recklessly through her mind like a spontaneously ended play's actors scattering into the wings. Flashes of hot breath, of extreme arousal piqued with a somehow exquisite pain, tinges of a primality so raw she felt almost sub human, almost... animal... the vivid sense of a sexuality so very natural and raw that it... and that was when she realized, reluctantly for that split second of lingering, that she was very, very late. Angela bounded out of her door to the cab as it began to impatiently leave the curb where it had been waiting for nearly a half hour while Angela attempted to do four hours of packing in ten minutes. Whether the driver had been called to a more reliable fare or was simply spiteful for having waited so long Angela did not know. What she did know, though, was that the transportation that was to carry her, her shabbily packed bag, and her non-refundable one-way ticket from San Francisco to New Zealand to the airport was rapidly fading into the distance. It was a two-hour drive to the bus station. It was a four hour drive. Tears began but were held back scornfully. "I've aced O chem finals. I've explained bone structures mathmatically. I've spoken in front of hundreds of people. I can find a fucking way to get to this airport right now." she thought out loud. "Well, the fucking isn't necessary but if you're bound for the airport, lass, I can certainly accomodate that desire." spoke a woman sitting on a suitcase. She was smoking a cigarette that smelled not-so-subtly of something you might purchase in a basement in India... and vanilla. "Oh, I'm sorry!" Angela replied, shocked to have had an audience, picking her bag up and holding it to her chest quickly. "I had no idea you were there!" "Not a problem. You're airport bound? San Francisco, yes?" The woman's red hair was explained very simply and succinctly by her accent; unmistakably Irish but muted a bit by years of living in the language-murdering Western United States. "Well, you'd certainly be saving my life... not to mention however much that prick would have charged me!" Angela admitted. "Right, then. It's in the auto with you, then. We're set to leave in about ten minutes, which might be just enough time for you to put on some knickers." Angela realized with no small amount of embarassment that, as she nearly lept out of the house, that she had not only neglected to put panties on, but that her haphazardly donned skirt had been snagged on her bag as she jerked it from the ground, leaving little of her to imagination. Fifteen minutes later Angela was slightly better packed and waiting in the passenger seat of a large van, wondering just what, exactly, this woman was in the business of. There were two laptops and some duffel bags in the front of the van. The rear was dominated by some very large pillows, closely resembling a bed. One of the duffel bags was open and Angela, curious as always and having nothing better to do, glanced in. There were what looked like thirty or forty DVD cases, each marked with single names, a date and the name of a city. Was this woman some kind of photographer? The names were all female. She found Candi's disc, ran across Erica's and then picked up Tiffany's. How very, very odd... The bark nearly sent Angela in to put new panties on for a second time that morning. As she turned her head she found herself face to face with a large German Shepherd. "Meet Frankie." the red haired woman chimed joyfully. "He's just checking you out. You're new and you're in his travelling space." Angela froze as the woman opened the door and let Frankie examine Angela's frozen person. He lept his front paws onto the door ledge and sniffed her face, moving to her hands and then directly to her crotch. Angela stared in pure shock as the dog began to nudge her skirt up with his nose while gently licking the middle of her thighs and parting her legs. She looked, helplessly and completely stunned, to the woman, who simply rose an eyebrow, smirked mischeviously and gave her a glance that very clearly said, "What are you going to do about that?" Angela realized then that Frankie had moved completely up her thigh and was now actually tonguing the thin layer of panty in front of her apparently irresistible pussy. A flash of the primal... Angela grasped what was happening and managed a quiet "Help." The woman tsked mock-scornfully and pulled Frankie down despite his yearning to keep doing what he was doing. "Well, you've met Frankie. I'm Elle and don't be expecting that same treatment from me so quickly, eh?" she joked. Perhaps. Coming out of her state of shock Angela gracefully came back with, "Well, at least some male has the balls to be forward enough to get in there! For working with tubes and hoses all day, most doctors aren't what you'd call "skilled"..." "Yeah, I bet. Gotta go back in and call ahead to make sure my appointment is ready and waiting when we get there. Gonna be about fifteen more minutes. Ya al'rright with Frankie back there?" Angela hesitated for a moment and then realized how foolish she was being. "Of course! I'm a big girl. Will your wireless reach out here? I'd like to check my email on your laptop if that's ok." "Knock yourself out." Elle let Frankie in the side back door and headed back in. Angela watched as he lay down on his huge cusion, put his head on his paws and looked directly at her. He licked his chops once and let his jaws close with a decisive "slomp". Angela stooped into the back and took a laptop. She sat near Frankie but not that near. She accessed her email easily enough. Janice was eagerly anticipating her arrival in New Zealand. Fantastic! Another sidelong-romantic email from her ex... spam... spam... Angela decided she'd create a fun email for Janice in outlook. She started hunting around for it in the Start menu. Nothing in programs... nothing on the desktop... Angela thought, "Maybe an old document will be outlook!" She wheeled the mouse over the documents and found lables like those on the videos. All .wmv files. All names, dates and locations. Angela peered into the house to see Elle typing away furiously. Angela clicked a file named "Hannah, 6-12-05, Chico CA". A beautiful young girl's face popped up on the screen. She had to be, what, 20? Definitely over 18, she thought. She was very happy but looked a little nervous. The sound was muted so Angela minimized the player and found the volume. "... gets much bigger once it's inside, believe me. So are 'ya ready, darlin'?" A familiar Irish-spiked voice cooed. Angela brought up the player again and her breath caught in her chest. The camera had zoomed out while she fiddled with the volume. The screen now displayed the beautiful girl completely naked and stroking the belly of a German Shepherd. "What the fuck..." Angela watched, mezmorized, as the girl began taking instructions from the Irish voice. "Allright, now go right ahead. Don't be shy, lass! Think of it like any man's." Hannah began to stroke the shepherd's penis. Angela watched as a red tip began to protrude from the shepherd's furry crotch. "Is this right? I can't believe I'm doing this. Oh my god, oh my god. Am I doing it right?" Hannah was getting into this and Angela was absolutely hypnotized. This was like watching a train wreck in slow motion. "Aye, aye. Now he's getting a bit ready. Go ahead and get in the position I showed you, lass." Elle's voice floated from behind the camera. As Hannah began to stand up on her knees the shepherd began to jump on her. Hannah barely managed to land on her hands and knees before the shepherd had his paws around her waist and was humping desperately in between her legs. Save the gasps, Angela was not even breathing. A whimper from the back of the van. Angela turned her head slowly as it dawned on her that the shepherd in the van with her right now was the one in the video... with Hannah... she turned back to the screen. Suddenly Frankie's hips got much flatter and Hannah gasped loudly. "Oh my god, he's in. He's inside of me! Oh my god, oh my god!!" Hannah began moaning as Frankie continued to hump. The camera angle changed quickly and suddenly the union between Hannah and Frankie was visible; the camera was now under them and looking up. Angela stared in pure amazement as she watched Frankie's red cock slide in and out, in and out, in and out of this girl as she screamed in pure ecstacy. This went on for nearly a minute. Angela looked at Frankie, looked at the screen and looked at him again. She was watching this dog fuck this girl like an animal. Frankie's dick was h u g e. Angela began looking at how it was stretching the girl's pussy and only getting bigger. She began to wonder if it would stretch hers as thick as it was, because she was pretty tight, but if she was wet... she realized then that her hand had begun to test her pussy by itself. She already had two fingers in and didn't even realize it. This was so incredible, so different and so, somehow, familiar. Frankie smelled something very dear to him. Something that had become so indicitive of mating that he began to get hard at its presence in the air. As Angela pulled her now sopping panties off she released a waft of pheromones irresistible to Frankie. He moved over to her and began licking at her leg. Angela looked at him like he was crazy. She looked to the screen, looked to her pussy... this seemed right. Angela moved her hand over to Frankie's snout. "Is this what you like, boy? Is this it? Is this how Hannah smelled?" "I can't believe I just said that!" she whispered in her mind. "Good boy." Frankie licked up her arm and then moved directly to the source of the pheromones. His tongue was gentle. She began to spread her legs wider to give him access... oh, Jesus, it was rough but soft enough to give pressure on her lips without being abrasive... strong, steady laps, Frankie began turning his head, pressing deeper into her as she began breathing heavier and heavier... before she knew it his tongue was moving into her as deep as most men did with their cocks. It was an invitational invasion, a welcome exploration as he moved deeper and deeper into her. Angela was unaware of two things; first, that Elle had heard the familiar sounds of Hannah's encounter as she was walking back to the van with her keys and decided to watch the results from the rear window, and, secondly, that Frankie was getting very, very hard. As he licked deeper into her vagina he pulled more and more of the juice that had become synonomous with fucking into his mouth. Angela began to climax. This was happening so fast, so fast, she was realizing things minutes after they were happening. She was riding this dog's tongue like a mechanical bull with a vibrator tied to it. The orgasm came in waves and kept hitting her, pounding her mind with each increasingly fast lick of Frankie's tongue. She came violently and felt herself creaming deliciously onto his tongue, which he lapped up with utmost eagerness. As a second orgasm was becoming evident Frankie reached the point of no return. He very suddenly put his head on the side of her hip and flipped her over, expertly placing her on her hands and knees. Before Angela knew was was happening she was still mid-cumming when she was turned and law with her face on her hands and her ass in the air while her skirt dangled around her tits. Something distant told her that something was about to happen, but the images from her dream, they were back and already so vivid... Frankie lept and grasped Angela's waist. She realized what that distant feeling was. She saw Hannah, suddenly remembering Frankie's huge, soft, pink dick and how it looked moving in and out of her. She waited a split second too long as arousal and logic did mortal battle. She felt a hard, sticky object prodding the back of her thigh, prodding again a bit higher, again near her pink anus, again directly into her clit and then... in her mind, in slow motion she saw Frankie's hips flattening out against Hannah's ass at the precise moment that he entered her. Time slowed as she felt him slide in. Each stroke lasted an eternity. Each stroke was a half an orgasm and he was only speeding up. Ecstacy gripped her so absolutely that she began to run her middle and pointer finger around her pussy as he pounded into her, drooling on her back and in her hair. She felt her tits brushing the ground of the van. He slid in and out expertly, lubed completely by her juices and his own saliva, he had free reign to completely ravish her pussy. "Oh, god, oh, god, oh Frankie fuck me fuck me, oh yes oh god yes oh god yes give it to me yes yes fuck me fuck me oh JESUS yes oh GOD" Frankie began making longer, deeper strokes, fucking into her in ways that she never imagined possible. His shaft was now very wide and with each stroke he grew a very little bit, which meant that each time he pumped into her she was taking into her pussy the biggest cock of her life. She came rapidly, losing count as she massaged the area around which he was fucking her. She reached back and grabbed his legs, wanting to hold him, wanting to pull him in deeper, deeper. Outside Elle had both hands busy. The busiest was the one in her panties. She had never seen one of her girls bond with Frankie so quickly. She had watched Frankie fuck hundreds of girls but never with such primal lust as this. And for so long! She began to grind the door of the van with her hand as the friction point... this was incredible... it was a very, very, very good thing that she was taping this... Angela was in a state of pure pleasure unimagined until that point. Frankie was now riding her absolutely hilt-deep. Each stroke glanced her cervix and stretched her out just a little more. He was thick enough to be tapping his huge pink cock on her G-spot with each pump. As she came for the twelfth time that hour she reached back and grabbed his legs again as her back arched and her toes curled. Frankie pumped once, hard, again, harder, and she could feel his balls flopping against her pussy... and then, with one mighty and final stroke that sent Angela into a deep cum-moan that shook the van itself, slipped his knot into her very wet and very loosened pussy. Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Angela felt a huge presence in her pussy. Frankie was resting on her back while his huge pink dick was still huge and swolen inside her. She reached back between her legs and began sliding her fingers around the very spot where her pussy was taking him in. As she stroked she felt him surge gently and an incredible sensation began. The warmth in her belly was amazing. As Frankie began to cum deep, deep in her she began moaning again, the cum already dripping out as he slowly pulsed, completely happy having fucked this incredible bitch so well. She humped back into him, riding him still as he came and came, lines of cum dripping down her legs, beginning in the very deepest part of her pussy, flowing past her labia, down her inner thighs and down onto the van floor. She stroked him all while he was letting his seed flow into her. Elle had already cum twice onto her hand. She looked down and realized that she had torn her panties. Those were expensive panties. He hand was cramped and she had scratched the paint on the van with her bracelet. God knows how many people had witnessed what she had just done, a hand full of video camera and a hand full of her own post-masturbatory juices. Slowly, slowly, almost subliminally, Angela began to realize the situation. She was lying in a stranger's van, basically naked, soaked in cum... oh, and with an 8 inch dog dick in her pussy. "Come to think of it," she thought, "Why is this dog's dick still inside of me?" She began to stand up and felt pressure on the inside of her pussy. Frankie simply lay on her, knowingly. A shimmer of panic whispered into her stomach. As she leaned up she realized that Frankie was... stuck... inside of her pussy. "Oh, Dear Jesus, what happened???" She leaned forward again and started toying with the base of his dick. She felt one more great spurt of cum inside her and frankie sighed audibly, collapsing onto her completely. The shimmer grew to a glare. How was this possible? He couldn't have fit in there like that!! "My pussy is only so big! It feels like he's got a goddam mango in there sideways!" she thought aloud. "Relax and let him finish, lass." came a voice from the front of the van. Angela froze, wide eyed and scared out her mind, facing the back of the van. The glare grew to a wildfire of panic in her mind. "If you give him a moment he'll return to size and slide out of you. Give him a chance and he'll even clean up after himself, dear." Elle moved slowly over to the frozen Angela and affectionately reached a hand down between her legs. She took a moment and felt around, spending a couple of extra seconds with her fingers lingering around all of Angela's most sensetive areas. She spoke softly to Frankie and whispered a few things. A moment later Frankie was pulling away from Angela. The pressure grew as Angela felt like her pussy lips were going to rip from front to back. She yelped as the knot passed all the way out of her with a pop that only Elle fully appreciated. As Frankie's retreating member slid out of Angela's warm, soaked hole a torrent of semen flowed from her. "Jesus Christ, girl, could you leave some for the rest of us! Frankie's not fucked like that for years!" Elle exclaimed as she watched the release spill out. She reached a hand in and started wiping some of the sopping cum from the now sobbing Angela's spent pussy. Sliding a finger into Angela she saw just how stretched she was; a second and third finger fit easily. The sheer volume of the semen and the puddle gathering around Angela's knees told her exactly how much Frankie had enjoyed finding this, his newest bitch. "Damn dog hasn't fucked me like that in a long time." She thought ruefully. She slid her tongue once along Angela's still quivering slit, put the camera in the front seat and pulled a towel out of a duffel bag.[B]FEED BACK!! 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