Judy’s Summer Adventure – by PatC

She sat up and, looking down, saw the wet spot beneath her. She wondered how much cum a dog actually discharged during sex, it seemed like a lot. It was still dripping out of her. She picked up one of the towels she’d put there the day before and began to wipe herself off. She pressed the terrycloth tightly against her pussy to absorb as much of the slop as it could. Then, slowly she got up and put her underpants and shorts back on and walked over to the door. She reached down, scratched the dog between his ears.

“Good job, boy, thanks.”

With that she opened the door to let him out. She watched as he went out into the sunshine and thought it had been a good morning. Then she heard a voice.

“Hiya, Buddy. So this is where you’ve been, having fun with the pretty lady.”

Judy’s blood seemed to go cold as she realized somebody was out there, that she’d possibly been caught. She stuck her head out of the door and saw Mr. Hanson, the man who’d rented them the cabin. He was alongside the building by a small window on one knee, petting Romeo.

“Yeah, Buddy,” he said looking and smiling at Judy, “did she show you a good time?”

“He followed me into the shed, I gave him a hamburger.” Judy’s voice was shaky.

“Gave him a hamburger, is that what you call it? Around here, we mostly call it illegal.”

“I don’t know what you mean,” she said in a high pitched voice, she was now terrified and denying was all she could think of.

“Well, I could show you if it’ll help,” he took a smart phone out of his pocket. “It’s pretty hot, actually.”

Judy felt the blood draining from her head, weakened, she leaned against the door jam, using it for support. She was in a blind panic, not knowing what to do or say. He’d taken pictures, or perhaps even a video of it, she was in deep trouble with no way out. She began to sob. Then she heard his footsteps coming nearer.

“You know, I always thought the only women who did this sort of thing were the ones who couldn’t get a man. You’re a good looking woman, you could get laid anytime you wanted, even now.”

It took a few moments for her to realize what he might be suggesting. When she did, she was shocked and shook her head slowly, tears running down her cheeks.

“No, please, I couldn’t,” she whispered pleadingly.

“Really, you could fuck a dog but you can’t do a couple of minutes with me? You took that shlong of his, twist and all; a normal six inch hard on ought to be easy enough. Think about it, you do this and your time with Buddy will be our little secret.”

What had been a horrifying suggestion seconds before had suddenly become her only option, her only way out. The last thing she wanted was for her husband or, worse yet, her son to find out what she’d done. It wasn’t the ideal solution but it was better than nothing.

“You’ll let me delete the pictures from your phone?”

“Of course, you do me this favor, and I’ll be glad to do you one in return.”

Judy sadly nodded her head, she decided to trust him. She turned and went back into the building. She heard the door close behind her as he followed her. She had the same nervous feeling she’d had the day before with the dog. She walked over to the chaise lounge but felt his hand on her shoulder.

“No, not there, over there,” he gestured over towards an old cabinet that looked like it was serving as a work bench. “You screwed Buddy like he was a man, but I’d kind of like to screw you sort of dog style; from behind, only standing.”

She went over and stood in front of the cabinet compliantly. She felt his hands slide up her back, under her shirt, and unhook her bra. Then he reached around her, his hands freeing her breasts from the cups. He began to fondle them.

Oddly, under the circumstances, she began to become aroused. It almost seemed as if her body was betraying her. She felt the taut sensation of her nipples hardening. One of his hands moved down into her shorts, rubbing her pussy, searching for her clitoris. When he rubbed it, her knees buckled slightly and she leaned forward on the cabinet for support. Her pussy, already wet from being fucked by the dog, was rapidly getting still wetter, and there was the unsettling feeling in her stomach that often preceded sex.
It seemed to her that her body with her earlier orgasms reawakened, was spontaneously responding to this new stimulus. There could be no other explanation; coerced sex simply shouldn’t be so arousing. By the time he pushed one finger into her cunt and began finger fucking her, she’d stopped trying to figure it out. She was just happy to have found out this might not be a terrifying experience akin to rape like she’d feared. It was merely sex with a stranger and that could be hot. This might be another fantasy being fulfilled.

When she felt his finger withdraw from her, she knew it was time. Without a word, she straightened up and pushed her shorts and panties down to her knees, then let them drop so she could step out of them. Then she leaned over the cabinet on her forearms and waited. She felt Hanson’s hands massaging her bare ass, then the press of his cock head as he probed for the right spot.

Once he found it, he gripped her hips firmly and pushed his erect prick forward. As she felt it going into her she was surprised, she would have thought after the erotic battering it had taken fucking the dog, she thought her pussy would have been numb or desensitized but it seemed the opposite was true; she was hyper responsive to the thrusting hard-on inside her.

Something else occurred to her, she’d always heard guys who went in for coerced sex were really on a vicious power trip. They were in it for the feeling of dominance more than the actual sex. Hanson, on the other hand, seemed to be only after sex. It was as if he really had been turned on watching her screw the dog and now wanted to have her. She’d fucked a dog and he’d been aroused by it; they were a couple of harmless perverts.

This realization calmed her and she began to enjoy what was happening to her. She started wiggling her ass and pushing backwards to meet his every thrust. As the pace sped up, she felt herself approaching the brink of yet another orgasm. Judy reached out, grabbing the opposite side of the cabinet, her cheek resting on the top surface, moaning wildly as she came again. Her body began a series of involuntary jerks and shudders when the orgasm engulfed her.

Unable to withstand all this activity, she felt Hanson’s prick throb inside her, spurting three shots of cum into her. After the seemingly endless volume of fluid the dog had flooder her with, this normal amount of human semen seemed almost insignificant. It merely signaled the end of a sexual encounter rather than a part of the turn on it had been with Romeo.

When he pulled out of her, Judy straightened up and found herself to be unsteady on her feet. She walked over to the chaise lounge and sat down. Watching her as he pulled up his pants, Hanson then picked up her shorts and underwear and went over and sat down beside her.

“Are you all right?” he asked as he handed her clothing to her,

“Yeah,” she responded quietly, “I’m just tired, the two of you pretty much wore me out.”

She began to slowly pull her clothes on. Then she remembered the pictures on his phone.

“How about we delete the pictures? You promised.”

“There are no pictures,” he responded, handing her the phone so she could verify it.

“What do you mean there are no pictures?”

“I lied,” he leaned forward with his elbows on his knees, “I looked in the window and saw what was going on and it turned me on, I felt like my dick was going to explode. I wanted you badly so I told you that. Even if I had pictures I wouldn’t have shown them.”

Stunned, Judy thought about this for a moment. She knew she should be mad, beyond mad, furious, but she wasn’t. Partly because she was relieved that she needn’t worry about being turned in, but also because Hanson had gone, in her mind, from being a sexual predator to a co-conspirator. They were two degenerate perverts who enjoyed the same thing.

“So, you like screwing women who just got fucked by a dog, is that it?”

“Yeah,” he said, “I guess so. I didn’t know it until today, but watching it was so hot. Seeing a woman like yourself, so into sex that she’d make it with a dog, damn, I had to have you.”

“I see,” she broke into a smile, leaned over and kissed his cheek. “I’ll probably be alone again tomorrow. You want to get a good look?”

The following morning husband and son went out in the boat for their last day of fishing. Judy called Hanson and waited for his car to pull up. She hopped in and they drove the half mile to his cottage. Today she wasn’t going to fuck a dog in a dirt floored storage building. She was going to do her two paramours in private, with no worries of being caught.

“Do you need a drink or anything before you get started?” he asked her after they went inside his cottage.

“No, not really, but a kiss would be nice,” she smiled.

“That I can provide.”

He stood in front of her and they kissed, a long, lingering, open mouthed kiss, their tongues probing each other’s mouth. She pressed herself against him, her hips pushing steadily against him in slow and even dry humping motion. She could feel his hard on pressed between them. His hands slid down her back and began massaging her ass through her shorts. They were both fully aroused all ready when their lips parted.

Reaching behind herself, she grabbed one of his hands at the wrist, pulled it around and shoved it down the front of her shorts. She rested her head against him as he began caressing her rapidly moistening pussy. One finger was moving up and down her slit between the swollen cunt lips, striking her clitoris with every forward motion. She almost forgot what she was there for; almost, but not entirely.

Finally, in almost a whisper, she asked, “Where’s my Romeo?”

Momentarily confused, Hanson finally responded, “Oh, Buddy, he’s in the side room.”

“His name may really be Buddy, but he’s Romeo to me.”

“That’s OK with me,” Hansen said as he walked over and opened a door.