Date: Fri, 18 May 2012 15:22:45 -0700 (PDT)
From: Kim Wright <kwritesstuff@yahoo.com>
Subject: Taste-of-Brandi (Bestiality)

Taste of Brandi

By Kim Wright


	The two coeds squealed as they pushed through the door.  A woman in
a white smock walked past gently holding a puppy to her shoulder.  Brandi
cooed.  Her friend Amy broke into a broad smile and reached out to pet the
dog's head.
	"Doc" walked out of a nearby room.  "You must be the girls who've
come about the summer internship?" he said with a broad smile.  Brandi was
a junior at the local college, a striking blond with c-cup breasts and a
thin frame.  She was the object of half the football team's desires.  The
girl was not a particularly good student at least not enough to be able to
pursue her stated goal of becoming a veterinarian.  She loved animals,
though, and pounced when she saw the notice on a University bulletin board
that sought two interns to help at the local kennel.
	Brandi had to employ hard coaxing to convince her friend Amy to
join her.  The girl had planned to take a summer job in her uncle's
business before her friend's persuasiveness changed all that.

	Doc offered to show the girls around.  The office was his
veterinary practice.  As they walked out a back door the tall man wearing a
white medical coat pointed to another dwelling. "That's for our dog
breeding business," he explained.  The girls were curious and Doc shared
that he bred mastiff's and sold them for close to $2,000 each.  Neither
Brandi or Amy were familiar with the breed but as they continued their
walk, Doc brought them to a large fenced in pen where a half dozen young
mastiff's romped about in a grassy area.
	Back inside Doc's assistant ran down the girls responsibilities,
filing, taking phone calls and once they were more familiar with the
operation they would graduate to help with the animals themselves.

	For two weeks Brandi and Amy worked in the office and got to know
several of Doc's regular customers.  The Stephens's and their ailing
dachshund, the Willis's and their cat.  Each too got to know several women
who came to the center once or twice a week and retreated with Doc to the
building that was the mastiff breeding center.
	Each of the women arrived in an expensive, luxury car, some dressed
smartly and wearing expensive jewels while others came in sweats as if
they'd just been at the gym. Brandi and Amy greeted each cheerfully -
Monique, Wendi, Kathy and Ellen.  Each had a different disposition when
they arrived, from bubbly and friendly to focused and even distracted.
	From instruction and supervision a friendship grew between Doc's
assistant and the girls.  The trio often went to lunch together.  Brandi
and Amy found the woman to be fun, appreciated her compliments and drew
confidence from her direction and explanations. "So why do those women drop
by all the time," Brandi finally asked one day.  "Oh, uh," the assistant
stammered, "we board their dogs."  The woman explained that each was the
wife of a doctor, lawyer or wealthy business executive.  "They can't keep
their dog at home so they keep them here and drop by from time to time for
some, uh, bonding with their dog."

	At the end of the girls third week Doc and his assistant asked
Brandi and Amy if they wanted to watch a breeding session.  The girls
looked at one another, shrugged, and said "sure, why not."  The two college
students were led into an observation room.  Doc stood alongside to offer
explanation while his assistant took care of the two mastiffs that were to
be bred.  The bitch in heat was led into the room then the exuberant stud
followed.  Brandi gasped when she witnessed the size of the male's member,
fourteen inches in length.  Amy, the much more shy and demur of the two,
turned a deep shade of crimson, bit her bottom lip and looked sheepishly
toward her friend.
	"The largest breed of dog," explained Doc. The three watched as the
stud mounted the bitch.  In a single, hard thrust, his entire length
disappeared.  "Now his tie is swelling," Doc said.  The girls shot curious
looks at one another.  Brandi was clearly fascinated while Amy continued to
blush.  "He has an area along his groin that swells with blood to six
inches around," Doc continued. "It locks the dogs together. See mastiffs
don't hump like other breeds.  They lock and all the while the male shoots
his seed into the bitch."
	The stud then twisted leaving the two dogs butt-to-butt.  "He's in
a defensive mode now," Doc shared.  "He's been shooting his seed into her
from the moment he entered.  It'll continue until they separate. They will
be tied until his bulb shrinks which could be anywhere from fifteen minutes
to a half an hour." Doc smiled at the girls and cheerfully added,
"Hopefully, two months from now we'll have some puppies to sell."  For the
next several days the girls talked about what they had observed.  Or Brandi
did and Amy sheepishly listened and giggled.  They talked about the massive
size of the dog, the ferocity of its mating and how different the exercise
was compared with their minimal experience with past boyfriends.  It was
clear that Brandi had a fixation with what she had witnessed.  Amazement
more described Amy's tone and thoughts.

	The day was a sunny Monday, almost ten o'clock in the morning when
Monique cheerily entered the office.  She greeted the girls and strode down
the hallway toward the back exit.  Doc's assistant excused herself to
follow.  Monique was petite, thin to the point of tiny, and wore her black
hair a couple of inches below the ear.  A short black sleeveless dress
graced her lithe body.  Three bracelets shook on her slender right wrist.
A large diamond wedding ring flashed from her left hand and a diamond
pendant bounced against her upper chest.  Stiletto heels accentuated her
calves and gave curve to her thin legs. Monique's features were sharp,
large implants jutted in contrast to her tiny frame and it surprised no one
to know she was the trophy wife of a wealthy doctor.
	As Doc's assistant followed Monique down the hallway she rapped her
knuckles twice on a door that she passed.  Doc poked his head out, saw his
assistant give a wink, nodded and turned toward the two college interns.
"Amy, would you go and help Monique?"  The girl rose from her desk and
walked hurriedly from the reception counter to catch up with Doc's
assistant.  "Brandi," Doc beckoned the second intern, "We're going to do
some breeding.  Put the phone on voice mail and come help me." The striking
blond felt an excitement build.  She complied with Doc's instruction then
followed him out the back door.  He led the girl to the observation area
then excused himself to prepare.  Amy joined Doc's assistant and Monique in
what was a waiting room. The girl looked around in wonder.  The room was
luxurious in stark contrast to the rest of the complex.  Against one wall
was a lighted makeup mirror and counter.  The opposite wall sported an
overstuffed leather sofa.  A glass table was adorned with magazines.
"Would you help me, dear?" Monique asked before turning her back to Amy.
She wanted the girl to unzip her dress.  Amy did so but was
puzzled. Monique opened a door to reveal a locker.  A half dozen wood
hangars hung from a wood bar.  The woman kicked off her pointed stiletto's,
slid from her dress and pushed the bracelets off her wrist. She turned and
saw the look of confusion on Amy's face. "I'm not going to tear my dress
when I play with Cosmo," she chuckled, convinced the girl had no idea what
was taking place.
	Doc's assistant came back into the room.  She handed a cone shaped
cocktail glass containing a gimlet to the woman.  "Oh, I'm past all that
now," Monique smiled.  "I think Amy needs it more than me," as she surveyed
the bewildered look on the girl's face. Doc's assistant smiled and handed
Amy the glass.  "Drink up," she giggled and grinned.
	The girl's confusion heightened as Monique tugged off her black
lace bra to reveal a pair of large, round breasts then slid her black
panties down her thin legs.  Amy could see the woman, who stood completely
naked in the center of the room, was wet with anticipation.
	A knock at the door was heard.  It was Doc sending a signal to his
assistant. "Okay, Cosmo is ready," Doc's assistant chirped.  Monique
smiled, rubbed her hands together, then intuitively turned and reached for
the door knob.

	Doc stepped back into the observation room and was greeted with a
grin from Brandi.  "Just about ready," he said, then added. "A little
different from the other day."  Just then Brandi noticed a door open.
Monique, who was named, stepped into the room.  "What's going on?" Brandi
asked.  Doc offered no reply.  The student watched as the thin woman padded
intently across the concrete floor, knelt before a mattress covered with
pillows then turned her body, sat down and scooted to the center of the
soft configuration before laying down on a large towel.
	Monique's legs were bent, her knees up.  She brought both hands to
rest atop her stomach and stared at the ceiling.  Doc's assistant then came
through the same door Monique had entered from but turned right and exited
through a side door.  In a few seconds the woman returned, this time with a
large, leashed, black mastiff in tow.
	Brandi's expression changed.  She recoiled from the one-way glass.
Her mouth fell open.  "Oh my God!" she gasped.  "She's not...?" the girl
stammered looking up at Doc.  The man offered a sly grin to the
twenty-year-olds puzzlement.
	Brandi's hands covered her mouth in shock.  "Wha...?"

	Cosmo was almost three feet in height, four feet in length and
weighed close to one hundred fifty pounds, far more than the petite
Monique.  Doc's assistant drew the large creature toward Monique.  The
woman peered over her breasts to watch as Cosmo's head moved between her
legs and neared her crotch. Suddenly the dog hopped and became excited.  It
had drawn the scent of pheromone from the woman's pussy.
	Doc's assistant released a slight amount of pressure on the leash
to allowed Cosmo's face closer.  Out shot a large tongue that began
furiously lapping at Monique's pussy.  The woman's neck arched and her head
tilted back in response.  From the observation room Brandi and Doc could
hear through the intercom as the woman giggled at first contact. The sound
was soon replaced by moans as the wet tongue found Monique's clitoris and
each stroke of contact shot wondrous sensations through her body.
	Convinced Monique had been sufficiently lubricated, Doc's assistant
tugged on the leash and pulled the mastiff away.  She then began a game
designed to build the dog's desire and anticipation.  The woman walked
Cosmo in a circle then guided him back between Monique's legs only to again
pull him away.  Two more times she repeated the game until she could see
that Cosmo was fully erect, panting heavily and overly anxious to mate.
	Monique had been through the exercise many times in the three years
since Cosmo had reached maturity.  She knew the routine and after the dog's
second teasing foray, Monique raised her thin legs into the air then lifted
her butt to place her wet pussy at Cosmo's penetration height.  The wealthy
doctor's wife took a deep breath in anticipation.  Doc's assistant unhooked
the leash from Cosmo's collar then darted to the floor.

	From the lounge Amy watched through a small window in the door.
She was astonished at the act unfolding before her.  The girl gasped as
Doc's assistant released the dog from it's leash and bounded between
Monique's legs.
	In the observation room Brandi watched in stunned silence.  Doc
calmly explained his assistant's action. "It's soft tissue around hard
bone," he said. "If Cosmo thrusts and it doesn't go into the right spot it
could be extremely painful and might even mean an embarrassing trip to the
hospital. She guides him in."

	A long groan flushed from Monique's tightened throat to the force
of Cosmo's fourteen inches thrust into her eager pussy.  The contrast of
the large black animal mounting the small beautiful woman was stark.
Monique's groan suddenly turned to a loud yell. "He's knotting," Doc
chortled.  "It's rubbing against her g-spot!"
	Monique's body was clearly wrecked by pleasure.  Her head tossed
from side to side, her hands alternated between massaging her large breasts
and thrusting to her side, fingers extended. "They're locked now," Doc
gushed.  Cosmo's knot had now swelled to its full six inch circumference
within Monique's pussy leaving the woman hopelessly, or deliriously,
connected
	It wasn't long before Monique's groan became a series of
staccato-like squeals. Astonished, Brandi realized the woman was having an
orgasm. "That's one," Doc said matter of fact.  Brandi struggled to
comprehend what she was witnessing.  Laying on the floor of the cold dank
breeding room was a wealthy, beautiful, intelligent woman, from a level of
society that should find the notion of sex with a dog revolting.  Instead
she was completely naked, leg's spread wide and straddled by a large black
mastiff whose massive digit had her pink labia folds stretched wide in
euphoric union.
	No sooner had Monique's first orgasm subsided when she began to
pant loudly.  Her chest heaved, her large implant swelled breasts shook.
The woman's abs contacted and relaxed as her hips twisted slightly on the
engorged animal member stuffed deep within.
	Each twist of the hips slid Monique's g-spot over Cosmo's blood
swelled knot.  The friction shot even more exhilaration through the woman's
senses.  More squeals filled the air moments later.  In the observation
room Doc calmly said, "There's number two," at the woman's second orgasm.

	Sweat now glistened on Monique's skin as the orgasmic coupling
stretched into its tenth minute.  Doc's assistant stood ten feet away and
watched, ready to react should Cosmo react unexpectedly.  Fatigue was bared
when panting mixed with the shrill squeals.  The series of high pitched
screeching gave witness to the third orgasm of Monique's bestial coupling.
	The woman was breathing hard.  Her legs remained spread, tiny feet
raised in the air while her pussy mined every last bit of ecstasy possible
from the massive mound buried within.  At the twenty minute mark Monique's
breathing again quickened.  Grunts grew louder then evolved to shrieks and
finally became one loud groan of yet a fourth orgasm.
	In the middle of the woman's outburst Cosmo pulled away.  Fluid
poured from Monique's stretched labia folds. The mastiff's interest
concluded, he was led out the side door by Doc's assistant.  Monique
collapsed from exhaustion.  She was panting heavily, her lungs fighting to
recapture lost oxygen.  The woman clasped her thin wrist and covered her
forehead with her forearms.

	In the observation room Doc glanced toward Brandi.  He noticed the
girl still stared out the window in quiet disbelief at what she had
witnessed.  The man put his hands on the girl's shoulders and turned her
attention toward him.  "Brandi, all of our customers are women," Doc
explained. "They are unsatisfied.  Their husbands are either terrible
lovers or pour all of their energy into work and neglect these beautiful
women.  This isn't the repulsive act you think it is.  It's really quite
common out there in the world.  You'd be surprised how many beautiful,
successful women get their pleasure from a mastiff."
	The girl squinted at the thought.  Disbelief filled her
mind. "But..."  Doc cut her off.  "See for yourself," he said. "There's a
web site, a bulletin board where hundreds of women discuss the pleasure
they have with their mastiff. Check it out when you get back to your desk."
	As the two talked, Monique picked herself up off the mattress. She
toweled the fluids from her pussy and thighs then walked slowly and a bit
gingerly toward the lounge.

	Brandi remained filled with questions.  "I, isn...isn't it...?" she
stammered.  Doc smiled and shook his head.  "It's entirely safe," he said.
"There's no chance of sexually transmitted diseases."  Then he smiled and
laughed, "A mastiff won't spill beer on your couch, forget your
anniversary, leave you frustrated while he goes to a football game or bar
with his buddy's."  Doc paused for emphasis, lowered his voice and said,
"The real beauty is he'll never tell and nobody will ever know."
	A noise over the speaker drew Doc's attention.  His assistant had
emerged from the door to give the man an affirmative nod of the head.  "Oh,
we have another breeding," Doc said.  "Gotta go get Brutus."
	Brandi slumped in a chair against the back wall.  She stared at the
ground, awash in a sea of questions and confusion.  She could not reconcile
the immense pleasure she had just witnessed Monique enjoy with the fact
that it was produced through sex with an animal.

	In her state of confusion the intern failed to notice Doc emerge at
the side door and knock twice on the door to the lounge.  Brandi did not
snap from her state of ponder until the door opened and Doc reentered the
observation room. "Didn't expect another breeding session today," he said
enthusiastically.  "A new owner meeting her mastiff for the first time.  In
fact, Brutus has only recently reached maturity.  This will be the first
time he mates!"
	A motion drew Brandi's attention from Doc.  A lone naked figure
stepped timidly from the lounge door.  Her unblemished porcelain skin was
almost virginal in appearance.  The girl's c-cup breasts shook as she
sheepishly walked across the concrete and toward the mattress.  Hard
nipples jutted from two large areolas.
	"Amy?" Brandi shrieked as she leaped from the chair. Doc's
assistant followed carrying a large pillow.  She laid the pillow on the
mattress, placed a large towel over it and instructed the girl to lay face
down with the pillow under her stomach. The arrangement placed Amy laying
in a submissive position with her sumptuous ass in the air.
	Brandi was aghast.  Her friend was about to be paired with an
animal?  "No, no, you can't do this to her!" she implored Doc.  "We don't
do anything to anybody," he calmly answered.  "We only do what we are asked
for and she must have asked to try it." Brandi whipped her head to view her
friend.  Her look took on a more frantic measure. "This can't be!" she
stammered as Doc's assistant exited through the side door. It was only
seconds before the woman returned with Brutus, a fawn colored two-year old
mastiff with a short coat.
	The curious dog repeatedly looked up at Doc's assistant then to the
young woman laying atop the mattress as if to wonder what was going to
happen next.  Brandi became hysterical. "Please, don't do this to her," she
implored Doc who stood silently and watched through the one-way glass.

	Brandi pressed her palms to the glass.  Panic coursed through her.
Doc's assistant brought the young dog's nose to within an inch of Amy's
delicate pussy.  Brutus jerked then hopped with excitement.  Doc's
assistant pulled him back, then released the leash tension to let the dog's
muzzle draw near. "No!" Brandi squealed as she watched the dog's large pink
tongue lap at her friend's tender folds.
	Brandi could see Amy's eyes were closed.  Her hands were balled and
under her chest.  The pillow thrust her hips upward baring her
holes. "Please no, please no, please no," Brandi softly repeated in a plea
of advocacy for her friend.  She stopped and gasped at a loud noise that
wafted through the intercom, a pleasurable groan that the mastiff's tongue
forced from her friend Amy's throat.

	Just as with Monique, Doc's assistant tugged and pulled on the
leash to pry the mastiff away.  She began the circular teasing dance.
Brandi knew what was coming and turned in horror toward Doc.  "Please
don't!  She's my friend." Brandi begged. "I brought her here.  I didn't
mean for this to happen!  Don't do this to her," Brandi pleaded.  Tears
began to flow down the blonde's cheeks.  Her face reddened, mouth
contorted.  Doc's assistant now guided the dog on a second circular walk.
It's anticipation had grown.  He was bouncing on his front paws, tugging at
the leash, pleading to be let loose for the pleasure that awaited with the
girl.
	Brandi balled her right hand into a fist, drew her arm back and was
about to pound the glass and try to scare the dog from her friend when Doc
grabbed her by the wrist.  "Don't!" he commanded. "You'll scare Brutus and
he might hurt her."  Brandi realized the hopelessness of her effort.  She
began to sob.  Her eyes slammed shut, her head tilted downward.  Tears
flowed down both cheeks.  She dropped her hands to her thighs and slumped
over.  "Oh God, Amy," she slurred. "What have I done, what have I done,
what have I done to you?"  Guilt came over her.  She had been responsible
for prying her friend from a summer job to join her at the kennel.  Now the
girl had been persuaded to try the unthinkable.  She was postured in the
breeding room in a position of surrender, her pussy laid bare for sex with
a mastiff.  Between sobs Brandi blathered, "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, I'm
so sorry."
	A loud scream pierced the room. Brandi looked up.  To her horror
the large mastiff was on Amy's back.  His hardness had rammed into the
girl's pussy. "Oh God, Oh God, Oh God!"  Doc and Brandi heard Amy shriek.
Brandi's fist shot to her mouth.  She bit down onto her index finger. Doc
didn't have to explain what was happening.  Brandi could see.  Brutus was
knotting.
	Suddenly the dog began to move.  Brandi hoped it was withdrawal,
that her friend's torment and embarrassment would end.  `He's claiming
her!" Doc gasped.  Brutus turned and stood butt-to-butt in a showing of
defense aimed at protecting Amy, whom he now claimed to be his own.

	Doc looked over and noticed that Brandi had stopped crying.  Both
palms were pressed against the glass.  Intrigue seemed to have taken over.
The girl watched with intent as her best friend wiggled and rocked on the
large mastiff tool that was deeply embedded within.
	"Oh my God, oh my God," Doc and Brandi heard through the intercom.
Amy was panting at the wondrous sensations that inundated her body.  The
girl never stopped her chatter.  When her words melded into squeals all in
observance knew it meant the girl was reveling on the throes of orgasm.
	Brandi could see Amy gyrate her hips while all the while muttering
things like "so, good, so good," and "yes, yes, yes." Her friend's second
orgasm was soon followed by a third.  It was not long, however, before
Brutus had had enough.  His knot shrunk. He pulled away and was led outside
by Doc's assistant.
	Brandi wiped tears from her eyes.  She looked at her friend.  Amy
appeared to be trying to make eye contact through the one-way glass.  To
Brandi it appeared that a wry smile was slowly filling the girl's face.
	"Come on," Doc said to Brandi. "Oh, no!" she said as she recoiled
away from the man.  Realizing the girl misunderstood his intentions Doc
clarified in a low, reassuring voice, "Brandi, I want to take you to Amy."

	When she entered the lounge Brandi lunged into Amy with a hug.
"Oh, I am so, so, so, sorry for this." The expression caught Amy off guard.
When she broke from the embrace she looked her friend in the eye and
replied, "What are you talking about?  That was amazing!"
	Amy resumed toweling Brutus's fluids from her pubic area and
thighs.  Monique sat nearby clad in a purple silk towel.  She patted the
girl on the back and complimented.  "It's only the few with courage whose
journey finds the treasure."
	Brandi looked around the room dumbfounded.  Doc's assistant walked
in.  "Alright hun?" she asked Amy.  "Oh yeah," the girl exclaimed while
still trying to regain her breath.  "Your turn!" laughed Monique.  "Oh, no.
No way!" Brandi declared, waving her hands as she took a step backwards.
"Brandi, you've got to." Amy chimed in.  "It's amazing!"  The girl looked
away and shook her head from side to side.  "No. Not a chance."  Monique
could be heard chuckling at the demonstration.  Amy stepped toward her
friend.  She placed her palm against Brandi's cheek. "Brandi, do it." the
girl said softly. " It's wonderful."
	While Amy spoke Monique had walked around behind the blond.  She
slipped the straps of Brandi's sundress over her shoulders.  "Come on," Amy
implored.  Brandi began to cry as Monique tugged off her dress.  Next the
woman unhooked the girl's bra and tossed it aside to reveal the pair of
magnificent breasts.
	Brandi stood in silent surrender.  She slid from her pink panties
all the while softly crying at what she was stepping into.  Doc's assistant
had left the room to share news of what was taking place in the lounge with
her boss.  "I'll get Adonis," he said with a smile.

	When Doc's assistant returned to the lounge she was met by the most
beautiful female body she had ever seen.  Brandi's face was red, her cheeks
stained with tears and her blue eyes both wet and bloodshot. It was a
mixture of fear, anticipation, excitement and curiosity that overwhelmed
the girl.
	The lustful object of the desires of every man on her college
campus, Brandi was about to travel a new path, experience new pleasures and
become a new person.  Doc's assistant draped an arm around the girl's back,
patted her shoulder and gently escorted her into the breeding room.  She
could feel Brandi quivering.

	From the observation room, Doc, Monique and Amy settled in to
watch.  The sight of the girl's body unleashed a voracious and almost
painful hard on that inflated the crotch of the man's slacks.  He was in
awe at the girl's frame, her golden tanned skin, large magnificent breasts,
long legs and well-rounded ass.  The unfolding represented Doc's greatest
fantasy and the pinnacle of his work.  He had built a successful business
on the longings of housewives who knew what they wanted.  Amy and Brandi,
however, were nubile, sexually inexperienced young women who were being
persuaded to attempt something societal norms painted hideous and initiated
to a means for bliss that would reshape their passion as well as their
life.
	Brandi looked downward as she traversed the breeding room floor.  A
dour expression replaced her normally enthusiastic personality.  Tears
welled in her eyes.  Brandi looked for one and all to be headed to the
dungeon.  She was scared and pensive, yet deep down harbored a small seed
of eagerness to savor what was about to happen.
	Doc's assistant led the girl to the mattress.  She guided Brandi to
lay down on the towels. "Breath deep and relax," the woman
counseled. Brandi made like Monique and raised her knees.  She placed her
hands atop her stomach and breathed deeply.
	Brandi closed her eyes.  She was determined not to witness anything
that was about to happen.  The sound of a door opening made her heart race.
That silence followed told her it was only Doc's assistant going outside
the building. Moments later she heard the door again and this time the
panting of a beast.
	The sound grew louder.  Brandi's heart raced.  Her breathing
quickened.  She knew the dog was moving closer.  A tear squeezed from her
right eye lid and dribbled into her ear.  Her chest heaved rapidly shaking
her ample breasts.

	Brandi felt the course hair of the dog's coat brush her shin.  She
knew what Doc's assistant was trying to do and spread her legs wider to
comply.  Her ears filled with the sound of the dog sniffing.  Warm air from
the dogs breath tickled her pubic hair and blew against her sensitive labia
flesh.
	The dog made yelping sounds.  Brandi assumed her scent, the
pheromone, had triggered the animal's excitement.  Doc's assistant tugged
hard at the leash.  She pulled Adonis away.  The woman could see the girl's
vulvae was pinkish and swollen.  Beads of moisture glistened from her pubic
hair.  She decided Brandi was lubricated and denied the excited mastiff to
lick at the girl's cavity.
	Brandi's head became light.  Her chest heaved from heavy
breathing. The girl's breasts shook slightly with each expansion of her
chest. The clattering sound told Brandi that Doc's assistant had made the
first of the three circles.  Again she felt the mastiff brush against her
leg as Doc's assistant eased the tension on it's leash and allowed the dog
to draw closer and inhale the scent emanating from her pussy.  Brandi heard
the dog grunt then whimper and felt certain the woman was tugging at the
leather leash to deny Adonis and heighten his anxiety again.

	The large mastiff was no doubt trotting in circle number two.
Brandi knew from watching Monique and Amy that the dog would get one last
whiff, be pulled away one more time then unleashed to mount.  The
twenty-year-old beauty knew she could scream "no," but had no intention.
She could turn on her side, bring her knees to her chest and roll into the
fetal position to deny the ravenous mastiff.  Brandi never gave it a
thought. From the recesses of her mind, desire overpowered denial.
	Brandi felt another brush from the dog's coat against her legs.
Again, the sniffing sounds and whimpering then a clattering which told that
Adonis had been tugged away for the final time. There was no turning back
now.  In seconds it would happen. Brandi began to softly cry.  Fear,
anxiety, anticipation and worry mixed together into an overwhelming rush.
The gorgeous girl knew what to do.  She lifted her feet from the mattress
and parted her thighs.  Her vulvae, covered with damp tufts of blonde hair,
parted.  Brandi felt the coolness of the room against her warmth.  The
girl's fleshy labia spread to reveal the pink target for a now overly
excited mastiff.
	Doc's assistant could see the animal's pinkish unit had reach
almost a foot in length.  It was almost two full inches in diameter.  She
stopped her walk.  The dog pulled against the leash.  The woman loosened
her grip on the leash.  The mastiff bolted toward the splayed girl.
	Brandi squeezed her eyes shut.  She clenched her teeth.  Her ears
filled with the growing sound of the dog's panting and the clattering of
its nails against the concrete floor. Brandi's body tensed.  Her fingers
gripped the mattress tightly.  She felt the animal against the inside of
her legs. Doc's assistant was on the floor to gently guide the mastiff's
stiffened tool.
	Brandi heard a snap.  Doc's assistant had unhooked the leash from
the collar.  It was happening.  She felt the mastiff's underbelly brush
against her stomach. An instant later, Brandi let loose with a scream as
the mastiff stuffed his engorged enormity deep into her cavity.  The girl's
eyes burst wide, her mouth stretched open and she arched her back raising
her torso inches off the mattress.  Brandi felt the dog's warm mixture of
seed and fluid spurting against her vaginal walls, a weird yet pleasurable
sensation.
	Adonis's sizeable girth expanded her canal.  The stretching of
tissue shot sharp pain through Brandi's body.  Adonis was knotting.  Brandi
shrieked as the six inch round blood engorged bulb expanded her tight
vaginal opening.  The dog's mass rubbed her clitoris and also pressed
against her previously unexplored hypersensitive spot.  Splayed in the
center of the room, the gorgeous tanned blond was impaled, locked with the
large mastiff with no relief in sight.
	Brandi's torso collapsed to the mattress.  The sound of loud animal
pants filled her ears.  Droplets of moisture, saliva from tongue and jowls,
fell onto her tits.  Intense spasms of pleasure shot from Brandi's pussy.
It was overpowering, like nothing the girl had experienced before.  Brandi
began to breath heavily.  The girl slapped her palms against the pillow
tops.  Her head tossed from side to side sending her long blond hair flying
in several directions.

	In almost no time Brandi's groan's were replaced with a series of
rapid squeals.  The pain from having her opening stretched wider than ever
before had coupled with the immense pleasure from penetration and
stimulation to overload the girl's nerve endings.  The rapid squeals
reached a crescendo.  Brandi's eyes clenched shut, her face grew a deep
shade of crimson, she pressed her palms to the floor.  Her magnificent body
shook with the unmistakable spasms of ecstasy.  The mating with the mastiff
rocked the college coed with a far more powerful orgasm than either her
finger or a romp with a freshman year boyfriend had ever produced.
	Doc's assistant wore a wry smile at the site of Brandi being fucked
by the one hundred thirty pound dog.  Smirks and silly grins graced Amy and
Monique in the observation room.  Each thought the same thing.  Gone were
Brandi's tears.  No where were pleadings and fear present.  All of Brandi's
apprehensions had been drowned by the ecstatic pleasure of sex with the
beast.
	Brandi's clitoris received no reprieve.  No sooner had brain and
nerve endings evoked a sensory pinnacle when both were under assault again.
Brandi had no time to relax, pant and prepare for a second onslaught.  She
was drowning in a flood of wonder.

	Movement broke Brandi's concentration.  The dog's coat brushed her
thighs.  Adonis was twisting.  Still locked, the large mastiff was turning
his body, moving into a defensive position to guard his possession.  Adonis
was claiming Brandi for his own.
	Warm fluids continued to shoot from the mastiff's enormous member
deep into the girl's canal.  Brandi's body twitched, writhed and
involuntarily twisted from the overwhelming sensations shooting through her
body.  Just two minutes after her first orgasm, spasms began anew.  Her
panting grew louder.  Shrieks reverberated off the walls of the breeding
room.  Doc's assistant grew a wide smile at the sight of the alluring girl
spasmodically shaking from a second orgasm by the enormous dog unit.
	Brandi continued to pant, squeal and occasional shriek. Every nerve
ending fired with pleasure.  Nipples protruded from her ample breasts to a
never before seen length.  Her long shapely tanned legs straddled the large
beast, feet suspended in the air.  Brandi's blond pubic hair was matted,
curled and completely saturated both with her own sexual secretions and the
fluids of the dog which seeped from her stretched labia lips. The one time
cheerleader was a picture of unreserved surrender.
	Brandi's whole world was being turned upside down.  What she
previously considered repulsive she now found to be rapturous.  What she
had wanted to obstruct was becoming an obsession.  Her belief system was
washing away in wave after wave of orgasmic pleasures.
	Brandi's hands clutched her breasts.  Her fingers rubbed over her
erect nipples evoking a new sensation of pleasure. She massaged the
voluptuous mounds trying to distract her brain from the uncontrollable
waves of pleasure. The girl's body shook from ecstasy, her third orgasm in
the span of twelve minutes.

	Differing degrees of awe enveloped Doc, Monique, Amy and Doc's
assistant as they watched the gorgeous blonds' continued undulations on the
impaled mass of swollen animal flesh and bone.  Without help of stimulation
Doc shot a load into his briefs after the girl's fourth orgasm.  Monique
and Amy felt their hearts pounding and legs weaken as they watched the girl
quiver from her fifth orgasm.
	Brandi's legs, arms and stomach glistened with sweat.  Strands of
her blond hair matted against her forehead as she continued to be locked
with the mastiff for thirty five minutes.  Her naiveté was gone.  Pleasure
consumed her.  Fatigue overwhelmed her.

	Doc's assistant leaned against the wall and watched dispassionately
as Brandi spasmed from a sixth orgasm.  Suddenly she noticed a decline in
the girl's groans and a end to her squeals.  She knew what that meant.
After forty three minutes Adonis had had enough.  The large mastiff
uncoupled.  Doc's assistant summoned the dog and walked Adonis from the
breeding room back to its pen.
	Amy lay atop the mattress, a picture of exhaustion.  Her chest
heaved as she tried to recapture her breath.  A mixture of her own
secretions and Adonis's fluids seeped from her reddened pussy.
	Monique and Amy entered the room and sat beside Brandi.  Brandi
extended her right arm and took Amy's hand.  The best friends exchanged
smiles.  Amy's was pensive. Brandi's was radiant.  The girl turned toward
Monique.  "Do you do this often?"  The woman nodded, held up four fingers
then said, "but I'd do it more times a week if I could"
	Broad smiles filled the women's faces.  Monique patted Brandi's
forearm. She told the girl that her life had now changed.  She urged Brandi
to ignore any negativity that crept into her thoughts, to savor this
wondrous means of pleasure.  "Honey," Monique said with a serious look on
her face, "there isn't a man on this planet who can satisfy you now!"