Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 100

"No problem," she said and put her hand on the head of the massive dog standing next to her chair. "Don't worry about Brutus, he's friendly, very friendly. Thank you for coming. Ms. Style won't be home in time, and I have to babysit."

She just didn't seem like the babysitter type. "You sure?" he asked before taking another step.

"Yes," Darlene said. "Sit, Brutus."

He inched closer, the dog sat and put his head down on Darlene's lap. "Ms. Style?"

"Yeah, Style Pioneer," she said. "Isn't it stupid putting miss in front of somebody's first name? Southern thing, I think. Style doesn't care, either way, but it's a habit."

The contrast between the dog's black head and Darlene's pale thighs wasn't what made him stare. Nor was the flame red fingernails scratching between the dog's ears. Darlene's skirt was so short that Brutus's head was the only thing keeping him from seeing her cratch, or at lease he thought so.

"I was surprised you called," he said. "Didn't Becky want to come for the ride?"

"Not sure, I didn't tell her," she said. "Should I have asked her?"

Jason watched her lips curl. They were slick with lip gloss, and her eyes were a wicked blue. "Um, no, just figured."

Darlene's painted toes, which must have been done by Becky, wiggled and started scratching the dog's back. Brutus lifted his head to check on the source of the pleasure and Jason's eyes wandered up Darlene's inner thigh. Her ass cheeks were pressed out on the chair, and Darlene's crotch was bulging from her tight panties.

He sighed when Brutus put his head back and blocked his view. If the dog hadn't been smiling before, he was now because both of Darlene's feet were working their way up his body.

"You think he has bad thoughts?" Darlene asked

The dog had his nose where he wanted his. "I don't know." Brutus's tongue shot out against Darlene's inner thigh.

'Ooh, Brutus, bad boy," she sald, and put her hands on his head, holding it in place. "How gross would that have been?"

The pink tip of the dog's prong had emerged, and Jason's face warmed. "I let a dog lick my- His mouth went dry and his face burned. The one thing that nobody except Evan knew had just blown out of his fucking mouth. He added, "It was a girl dog. Shit, no wonder Evan gets all the giris, I'm an idiot.

Darlene grinned."I knew there was a reason liked you."

Did she just say she liked me?

"Oh Brutus," Darlene said with less surprise. Now there was a wet swath of fabric between her legs. The dog made a more determined lick and her knees inched apart. The underwear caved in between her fat pussy lips. "Oh Shit, that's wrong."

The cock growing down his pants leg said it was the rightist thing he'd ever seen. "He doesn't think so." The dog's prick was extending.

Darlene gasped and halfheartedly held the dog back. "What do you think he wants to do to me?" Her toes curled.

'Fuck...I don't know," he said.

Brutus stood and Dariene's feet moved to his shoulders, lifting her knees. She slid down in the chair. Her nipples swelled under her T- shirt. "I know this is weird," she said.

"We sort of have a history with weird, don't we?" he asked.

'A history, yeah, and that's a good thing."

'It is?"

'Yes, yes it is. We both know things about each other, and that creates a trust, one we wouldn't have otherwise."

'I guess it does," he said. Dariene was telling him she would talk about his relationship with his sister if he ever mentioned this.

Was fucking your sister worse than having a dog eat you out?

Darlene put her feet back on the floor. "Did you take off your underwear?"

"Huh?"

"When you let that girl dog lick you."

What did he have to lose? "I did."

"Do you think Brutus wants me to take mine off?"

Did he actually hear Darlene ask him if she should take off her panties so Brutus could lick her pussy? "Ah, I would, um, if I was him."

"I would too," Darlene said, "if was him." She lifted her butt and slid her underwear down her thighs. Brutus reluctantly gave her space and the red panties went to her feet. Her strawberry landing strip came into view. Please take your shirt off too, he thought. "You sure I should do this?" Darlene asked.

You better, he thought, but said, "I think he'd be mad if you didn't."

"Mm, his tongue is so big and long." Darlene lifted her legs, grabbed behind her knees and pulled them up. Her body arched and her ass moved to the edge of the chair.

He moved for a better view of the tongue lapping at Darlene's crotch. She was wet from her asshole to her pubic bone, and Brutus had her lips opened so he could get to the juiciest part of her pussy. His dick bobbed between his legs, and his feet were moving impatiently. He wanted more, and so did Jason. "I think he likes you."

"I think so too," Darlene sald. "You think he wants to fuck me?"

"Who wouldn't?"

"Do you?" she asked.

"Um, well, yes, of course." Was he dreaming?

"Do you think he would do it, really?"

Jason looked at the long, thick pink rod with all the red veins, and said, "I think he's planning on it."

"Should I let him?" she asked. "Would it bother you?"

Did he have to choose between watching her get fucked by a dog and getting to fuck her? He couldn't chance not seeing a girl have sex with a dog. "No, never...it wouldn't bother me at all." Maybe he'd get sloppy seconds?