Judy’s Summer Adventure – by PatC

2017 Bestiality story: Judy’s Summer Adventure – by PatC. Boredom drives Judy to a new adventure. Judy had mixed feelings when her husband announced that they were going to spend a week on a fishing trip on Lake Michigan.

2017 Bestiality story: Judy’s Summer Adventure

by PatC

Fiction, Bestiality, Coercion, Male/Female, Written by women

She loved the lake, and a week of rustic living would be nice, but she knew from past experience her husband Ted and their son, Ted Jr. would be spending their days out in a boat, leaving her alone for long stretches. It was an isolated rural area and there wasn’t much to do when you’re by yourself.

So, when they arrived at their rented cottage and unpacked, she knew that the next day would be the first in a long period of solitude. She figured she could spend the day reading and sunbathing, but she would be on her own. Well, she thought to herself, it’s good to be alone sometimes, to rest and recharge your batteries. That’s what a vacation is all about, actually. She was sure she could find something to do to keep herself amused.

The following morning started out just as she’d expected; they all got up at dawn, Judy prepared breakfast, then after they finished eating her husband and son went down to the dock and took the boat out. Judy was left to herself. The situation was made worse by the fact that the rented cottage was somewhat isolated. While it was a nice place, there was a wood lot on each side which gave it privacy, a privacy that added to Judy’s sense of aloneness.

She went outside wearing a halter and a pair of loose fitting track shorts, figuring to sit in the sun for a while and work on her tan. On the far side of the bay she could see a more traditional cabin rental site, a dozen or so cabins, cruder and more rustic than this one, but filled with people. Over there she wouldn’t be by herself all day. The feeling of discontent settled over her.

This was the mood she was in when the dog came wandering out of the woods. He was a large dog, appearing to be a mix of Irish Setter and some other large breed, and she had no idea where he’d come from. He appeared well fed and cared for, so she speculated he was the free roaming pet of one of the nearby locals.

Not being sure if it was friendly or not, Judy went up on the screened in porch and closed the screen door behind her. The dog saw her and came over to the porch steps and stood there looking up at her, wagging his tail. He barked a couple of times in neither a loud nor threatening manner. Judy decided then that he was friendly and went back down the steps. The dog seemed to be happy to see her, she couldn’t help but think that perhaps he was lonely too, lonely and bored.

She bent over and began petting him, lightly scratching his head and neck. He seemed to enjoy it immensely, brushing against her legs, then standing at her feet looking up at her. As she continued scratching him, he would periodically toss his head and sniff at her hands, occasionally licking them. Judy decided he deserved a treat of some kind and went into the cottage to see what she had.

She came back out with a couple of hot dogs and dropped them on the concrete slab at the foot of the steps. She watched as without hesitation he wolfed them both down. So that was it, he was used to wandering around to the cottages in the area to panhandle food. Clever fellow, she thought to herself as she sat down on the steps watching him and thinking she’d found a friend. When he finished eating he came over between her knees while she scratched his neck.

Then, suddenly he shoved his snout into the leg of her shorts. Startled Judy quickly stood up, dropping her hand to block him.

“OK, enough of that,” she admonished him quietly.

He stood with his front paws on the bottom step looking up at her. He seemed completely harmless, Judy figured that his shoving his nose into her shorts had been inadvertent, he was just excited, sniffing out a new friend. She stepped down from the steps and, bending down, continued petting him.

He sat at her feet, looking upwards, seeming to be contentedly receiving her attention. Then suddenly his snout went into her shorts again. This time before she could react, his tongue shot out licking the crotch of her panties. Even through the fabric it caused a shock like sensation to race through her as her abdominal muscles contracted. Shaken, she pushed him away and retreated up on the porch, closing the screen door behind her. As she watched him he came up and stood on the steps and barked at her. Then she saw his cock, an angry red color, sticking several inches out of its fury covering. That’s when she understood; the damned dog was horny.

“So, that’s it,” she said aloud. “Sorry Romeo, Juliet isn’t coming down from her balcony to play today. To fucking bad for you.”

With that she went into the cottage. She kept glancing out the window, Romeo, as she had named him in her mind, stood on the steps for a few minutes, then finally turned and wandered off into the trees. At least he’d helped to break up her morning’s boredom.

Later, when her husband and son returned for lunch, aggravation was added to her feelings of boredom. It was bad enough she felt abandoned on this vacation, but now it seemed as if she were the only one expected to work; the cooking and cleaning were all being left to her. She began to feel used and abused, doing the same things she did at home. This wasn’t her idea of a vacation.

After they ate and went back out in the boat, Judy was left with time to think about her situation. One of the things she thought about was her surprising physical reaction to the sensation of Romeo’s tongue across her crotch. If it had felt that exciting through her panties, she wondered what it would feel like on her bare pussy. While she’d never had any real desire to screw a dog, she’d long had a curiosity about it ever since she’d read a story in one of her husband’s sex magazines about it years earlier. It had been intriguing.

Now in her boredom and discontented, she began to actually contemplate it. After all, she reasoned, Romeo had initiated the action, he’d learned it somewhere, either one of the locals or a previous tenant here at the cottage had taught him that this was acceptable behavior. Somebody somewhere had let this dog fuck them. The whole idea began to excite her. This could be a way to liven up her vacation. As for her husband, the hell with him; she was entitled to a little fun too.

She went outside and looked around. There was a storage building off to the side that served as a boathouse during the off season. She went inside and looked around. It was fairly empty, just some old lawn furniture folded up and leaning against the wall. She went over and found a chaise lounge style and pulled it out; this would do. She unfolded it, then went to the cottage and got a blanket to spread across the plastic webbing. The stage was set if she decided to do what was now on her mind.

The next morning she was again left alone. She sat on the porch watching for Romeo, wondering nervously if he would show up, not really sure if she wanted him to or not. She wasn’t the least bit sure if she could go through with this thing. A part of her mind saw this as an exciting sexual adventure while another part thought it was disgustingly depraved. She wouldn’t know until the time came whether she could go through with it.

Finally, about the same time as the day before, she saw him wondering across the property. It seemed to her as if he had some sort of pattern, making rounds to scrounge food from vacationers at the same time each day. She made a few kissing noises to get his attention and when he came over by the porch she spoke.

“Morning, Romeo, hungry today?”

She stood up and went into the cottage, retrieving a couple of hot dogs she’d left on the table. When she came out she went down the stairs. Dropping one on the ground, she watched as he quickly picked it up and after a couple of bites swallowed it.

“A couple of hot dogs for one hot dog,” she said. Then waving the second wiener, “OK, Romeo, do you want to play with Juliette for a bit?”

There she walked over to the shed door with Romeo close on her heels. She paused briefly before opening the door and going in, the dog followed her. She held out the hot dog and watched as he took it from her hand. She noticed her hand was shaking.

The thought occurred to her as to just how disgustingly perverted this thing she’d been contemplating was. It had been one thing to think about it, it was another to be standing here ready to go through with it. She decided that she do it. She started for the door, but once there she stopped. She realized this might be the only chance she would ever have to do this. Back out now and she might spend the rest of her life wondering about it.

Nervously she turned back to the chair. Almost mechanically, as if in some type of trance, she walked over to it. She could feel her heart beating wildly as she reached under her skirt and removed her panties with badly trembling hands. Then, hiking up the short skirt of her sundress, she sat down on the foot of the lounge. Leaning back, she looked at the dog, patted her pubic mound, and in an audibly nervous voice spoke.

“Okay, Romeo, Juliette’s ready. She’s all yours.” With that, she laid back, closed her eyes, and waited.

She heard his paws on the hard dirt floor as he came over and then felt the fur of his head on the insides of her thighs as he sniffed her. She spread her legs farther apart and put a forearm over her eyes, still wondering if she should do this, not sure if she really wanted to, thinking it wasn’t too late to stop it. Then she felt the cold nose bumping against her pussy followed by the first lash of his tongue. The same erotically electric sensation she’d felt the day before shot through her, there would be no turning back.

The first stroke of his tongue had been the beginning of a veritable onslaught as he began lapping at her furiously, his strong rough tongue forcing its way between her cunt lips, torturously stimulating the ultra-sensitive inner flesh, rocking her with a mix of intensely erogenous sensations, rapidly driving her towards orgasm. She gripped the metal tube frame of the lounge chair, bracing herself for what she knew was going to be a powerful orgasm.