Dog days of summer_(0)

I am not the author but this story is one that I have read multiple times. Seventeen chapters in total.

Dog Days of Summer - 1

by Ken L. Master

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Chapter 1: Change Happens In a Flash

The disturbing dreams started while Billy was still

recovering from the lightning strike. Bill couldn't

remember actually being hit, but the neurologist told

him nobody ever did, the strike just happened too fast.

It was the first week of summer vacation, when he heard

the neighbors' dog Rex barking on his running line as

the thunderstorm blew in suddenly. Billy hadn't thought

twice about it, he knew the Phillips' weren't home, so

he just ran outside to let the big mutt in out of the

rain.

He had one hand on the Shepherd's collar and was trying

to unsnap the chain when the bolt of lightning nailed

them both; one minute he was yelling at the big dog to

be still, and it seemed like a second later he woke up

in the hospital. The doctors told him later that the

metal posts holding the running line cable had carried

off most of the charge, which was why he and the dog

weren't totally fried. After three weeks, he still had

occasional headaches, but everyone said it was a

miracle he and Rex were alive, so Bill figured weird

dreams weren't much to bitch about.

The really strange part was that what he remembered of

the dreams was always in the Phillips' back yard or

inside their house. They were pretty crazy though, not

nightmares, just really weird—like black and white

movie clips, with perspective all wrong, like he was

laying on the ground, and noises like barking or

growling, and strange smells.

That seemed really odd to him, he didn't remember ever

actually smelling anything in his dreams before. When

he described them to the neurologist, the doc told him

his brain was still trying to get itself sorted out, so

some freaky dreams weren't unusual. The EEG's and other

tests were all okay, so the doctor said the dreams

would stop after his brain made some adjustment to

being blasted like that. Bill wasn't sure why he

decided not to tell the doc that he sometimes thought

that he was the one doing all the growling and barking

in the dreams.

Only a couple of days after talking with the doctor,

Billy had the weirdest experience of his life. He'd

dozed off while listening to some tunes in his room and

was having one of the dreams again, and this time Amber

Phillips was in it; he could see her face, and he was

looking UP at her while she talked to him. "...such a

good boy, Rexie, you're such a good, good boy," she

said with a giggle, "you're a lazy, worthless mutt but

you're my sweetheart, you know that? Nobody ever had

such a good, good dog, and we love you like crazy, you

big furry shit."

Billy felt her scratching his head affectionately and

heard the contented growl coming from his throat; it

seemed completely natural to roll over onto his side

and have the girl begin scratching his furry belly. He

could feel Amber's hand rubbing his belly and chest as

she kept talking, and suddenly he knew without question

that he was Rex, laying in the Phillips' side yard

while Amber petted him. He could feel his tail thumping

into the grass as he wagged it and he could see his own

bedroom window over Amber's shoulder. 'Holy shit, this

is too weird,' he thought suddenly, 'I'm inside the

goddamn dog, this is crazy.'

Billy jerked awake with a gasp, suddenly back in his

bed with the CD still playing. He sat up and hit the

power button, and in the sudden silence he could hear

Amber Phillips' voice through his open window.

"...may think I don't have anything better to do than

rub your belly, you spoiled mutt," she said with a

laugh, "but you're wrong, you lazy thing; I've got

laundry to put away and Mom wants help making dinner,

big boy, so I guess you're out of luck for now."

Bill looked out his window as the girl was getting to

her feet beside the big dog; he gasped in amazement as

he realized Rex was laying exactly where he'd just been

in the dream. He closed his eyes to try and remember

the exact position, and for a split second he was THERE

again, lying on his side and staring up as Amber walked

away.

He felt a whirl of vertigo as the dog scrambled up onto

all fours, and then Billy was back inside his room,

watching as Rex followed the girl through the gate into

the Phillips' back yard. He collapsed into the chair in

front of his computer desk, shivering in shock and

astonishment.

"Jesus Christ, this is just nuts," he whispered to

himself, "It was exactly like the dream, he was right

where I was, I was dreaming what he was seeing,

hearing, I was THERE, like I was inside his head."

'Get a grip, dude,' he advised himself silently, 'and

try not to be goofier than you are. It's just a

coincidence, that's all, maybe you were hearing her

voice while you were sleeping and just blended it into

the dream. That makes a lot more sense than what you're

imagining, for real. Uuhh, and let's not even mention

this little episode to Mom and Dad, or the doctor, for

sure. Talk about this to anybody and you'll be talking

with a shrink and eating Thorazine instead of M & Ms.'

**

Every night his dreams continued, and day after day

Bill went Internet searching, trying to understand what

was happening to him. He remembered more and more

details from the dreams every time he woke up, and

everything he could check out on the Net made him more

spooked, because stuff he was dreaming turned out to

make sense. He learned that dogs mostly don't see

color, no yellow or red or green, but probably blue and

violet, and that matched exactly what he was seeing in

his sleep.

While he couldn't really identify the smells and sounds

he remembered, that made sense too, since animals

senses of smell and hearing were much better than

humans. After a week of searching and worrying, Billy

decided that he was either totally losing his mind, or

else somehow his brain was plugged into the German

Shepherd, his mind was sharing the dogs life when he

slept. And though Billy was scared shitless, he didn't

really think he was going crazy, no matter what anyone

else might have said.

It didn't make sense, but it was too real not to be

true; some way, somehow, that lightning bolt had cross-

wired his brain with the German Shepherd, and he was

able to experience everything the dog was living. 'And

if that's really true, dude, then this is the chance of

a lifetime,' he thought suddenly, 'It'll be like having

your own personal spy-cam right in the house with all

those hot babes.'

Billy had a major lust attack every time he laid eyes

on the neighbor girl, but then everyone in town had the

hots for the Phillips girls. Amber's sister Jade was

twenty-two, still living at home with their mother and

working on her Master's degree, but all the guys Bill

knew weren't interested in either of the girls for her

mind. Like their mother, the Phillips sisters were

total knockout blondes, with long perfect legs,

sparkling green eyes, and stunning full breasts that

stood out in taut globes under their sweaters. Billy's

Mom said it had been somewhat of a scandal when Angela

Richter got pregnant at fifteen and delivered Jade

right after she turned sixteen, but Ben Phillips'

family had done the right thing and the marriage saved

Angela's reputation.

Jade was almost thirteen and Amber was seven years old

when Ben Phillips was killed in a plane crash, and

Angie Phillips had raised the girls as a working mother

since then. Maybe because of her own teenage

experience, Angela Phillips kept her daughters on a

short leash. Billy once heard Jade joke that her Mom

had three rules: 1) Finish your education & earn your

own way, 2) Think for yourself, and 3) Keep your legs

together.

Joke or not, the girls had taken their mother's advice

to heart, and none of the guys at Midvale High had

gotten anywhere with Jade, and nobody was getting

anywhere with her little sister either. Amber was in

her junior year at Billy's high school, but the popular

Junior-year cheerleader barely noticed the lowly

Freshman next door. Actually, he had to admit it was

worse than that; Amber did notice him, but thought of

him like a younger brother.

"But maybe, just maybe," Billy told himself slowly,

"I'll get to see what nobody else sees... watch them

all when they're home in private, doing whatever chicks

do when they're all by themselves. Hell, nobody even

thinks twice about what their pets see, who ever

worried about getting undressed or taking a bath in

front of a dog? But I need to learn to control it," he

continued thoughtfully, "to be able to pick when I'm

there, not just get these flashes in a dream. If I can

somehow plug in when I'm awake, this'll be the greatest

thing since...since ever, that's all. Back to the

Internet, dude, maybe it's like self-hypnosis or

meditation or something..."

It took almost a week of studying relaxation training

and practicing meditation and auto-hypnosis, but

finally Bill hit the jackpot. He was lying on his bed

with eyes closed, totally relaxed and on the edge of

being asleep, when there was the familiar feeling of

disorientation as he was back in Rex's brain. He felt

cool hard tile against his side as his vision cleared

to black and white, and suddenly he was looking around

the Phillips' kitchen. There was an immediate flood of

new sensations, as the Shepherd's sensitive nose fed

into his brain; he tried to ignore Rex's view of the

kitchen to concentrate and identify the variety of

scents reaching the Shepherd's nose.

Billy knew instantly what the Phillips' had had for

dinner; there was a strong odor of baked chicken,

macaroni and cheese and broccoli hanging in the air,

and what had to be an apple pie for dessert. Beneath

those heavy aromas, he could smell water from Rex's

dish, a mix of coffee-ground and eggshell smells that

had to be from the garbage can, the smell of Angela

Phillips' cigarette smoke, and fainter scents which he

finally realized must be perfume and makeup, sort of a

diffused feminine smell. He was aware of other odors

but couldn't identify them, maybe because the dog could

smell things he'd never been able to, or maybe just

because he was unfamiliar with Rex's world.

There was the sound of evening news on television in

the recreation room, and music from a CD player

upstairs, along with the noise of cars passing on the

street outside. He could hear crickets chirping in the

Phillips' back yard, and even the sound of lawn mowers

coming from three different directions up and down the

block. There were other sounds he couldn't begin to

recognize, and once again he realized the animal's

senses were better, the Shepherd's ears could hear

sound waves above and maybe below the pitch of human

hearing.

He wondered how the dog ever got to sleep with all

those noises coming from everywhere, and then slowly

understood that it must be no different for the

Shepherd than it was for a person, when you got tired,

you didn't pay attention to what you heard or smelled,

you just went to sleep. Billy lowly willed himself to

detach his attention from the big dog's senses and

concentrated on focusing on his human body.

There was a moment of disorientation, and then suddenly

he was back in his bed; when he opened his eyes, colors

were brighter and more vivid to him, while his hearing

and sense of smell seemed dull and stunted now. He

closed his eyes again, took a slow deep breath and

found his way back into the big Shepherd's world. Bill

spent the next three hours practicing tuning in and out

of the dog's brain, until he could slip in and out of

Rex's senses as easily as closing and opening his eyes.

The following day, Billy was mowing the back yard when

Amber Phillips came out of her house to give the German

Shepherd a hose bath. Bill ran inside and picked up the

collar he'd found at a yard sale, popped open a can of

Coke and strolled across the lawn toward Amber and Rex.

He stopped dead in his tracks as he got closer, hoping

that Amber wouldn't notice his sudden hard-on. The

stacked blonde cheerleader was soaking wet from washing

the dog, her cutoffs and tank top sticking to her taut

body like paint. Amber wasn't wearing a brassiere, and

her nipples showed clearly through the thin material

clinging to her full breasts. She looked up with a

smile and continued rinsing the shampoo off of Rex as

Billy walked up to them.

"Hi, Amber, hey Rex, what's up, big dog?" he asked,

scratching the huge Shepherd between the ears. Rex was

a real monster, easily the biggest German Shepherd Bill

had ever seen, his shoulders nearly up to Billy's

waist. He was beautifully marked and looked

intimidating as hell, actually half Shepherd and half

wolf, he remembered Amber saying. Even though he looked

scary, Rex was really gentle and playful, still acting

like an overgrown puppy at four years old.

"Hey, Willie, what's happenin," Amber replied, grinning

as Bill winced. She knew he hated it when she called

him Willie, a nickname his grandmother had used when he

was little.

"Dammit, Amber," he blurted in frustration, "you know

how much that—"

"I know, I know, I'm sorry, Bill," the pretty blonde

cut him off with a giggle, "I know you don't like to be

called Willie, I just can't help jerking your chain

sometimes, you know? It's just that you totally twitch

every time, dude, you're so easy to tease, it's too

good to pass up. What's going on, Bill, are you, you

know, feeling all right and everything?"

"Yeah, yeah I'm good, I mean I'm okay I guess," Billy

replied, trying not to stare as Amber's round tits

bounced under the soaked tank top, "I get a few

headaches and some weird dreams, but the doctor says

all the tests are fine, so it seems like it's all over

and done with."

"Oh God, Billy, I'm so sorry about what happened,"

Amber said sincerely, "you were just trying to help us

out, and you almost got killed trying to save Rexie and

everything, I just want you to know if there's anything

we can do, just ask..."

"Thanks, Amber, but it's okay, really," Bill answered,

"I'm doing fine, and I'm glad old Rex came through all

right, you know, that's kind of why I came over," he

continued, "I found this cool collar while I was

helping clean out Uncle Bruce's garage last week. He

had a big retriever named Charlie, who got hit by a

car, I guess he must have kept the collar, and I

thought of Rexie as soon as I saw it. It's a really

nice collar and I think Uncle Bruce would be glad if he

knew somebody's dog had it now that Charlie's gone."

"Oh, Billy, thank you, that's really sweet of you," the

blonde responded with a smile, "thanks for caring about

Rex after all that... all that stress. This is a really

good collar," she added as Billy handed it over, "those

nickel studs are totally cool, it'll look great on him,

thanks so much. Look what Billy got for you, big dog,"

she cooed to the Shepherd as she buckled the collar

around Rex's neck, "a fine fancy collar for my big boy,

isn't that cool? Whoa, that looks great on you, Rexie,

you look so macho in leather. All the other dogs are

gonna be totally jealous of you, good boy, you look

like a real stud now."

Billy's mind was racing as he walked back to the house

and finished mowing the lawn; he was practically

shaking with eager anticipation by the time he put the

mower away and dashed up to his room to hook up to the

big dog. This was the big test, to see if he could

actually be able to see and hear through Rex's senses

at any time. He lay down on the bed and tried to focus,

to be in the same relaxed trance he'd had last night.

Taking a deep breath, Billy closed his eyes and willed

himself back into the Shepherd's brain.

The stunned freshman nearly yelled out loud when his

vision flashed and flickered, then integrated into a

grayscale view of the Phillips' recreation room. He had

a moment of vertigo and disorientation, wondering why

the room was so distorted, and then understood that his

point of view was very close to the carpet: the

Shepherd was lying down, watching Amber as she flipped

through channels of the satellite dish. His vision

steadied, and he was inside Rex's head, seeing and

hearing the Shepherd's perception of Amber's rec room.

"Smell a lot better now, good dog," Amber said with a

giggle, "now you smell furry and good, instead of like

a big old stinky mutt. I, on the other hand," she

ontinued, "still smell like a wet dog even though my

clothes are dry. This smelly top has got to go, right

now." Billy stared in stunned delight as the girl stood

up and peeled the tank top off over her head, exposing

her fabulous round breasts to his admiring look.

"Holy shit," he whispered to himself, "this is fucking

unbelievable, look at those sweet tits. Of course," he

murmured in satisfaction, "she doesn't know I'm here, I

mean I'm there, she wouldn't think twice about

undressing in front of her dog. Oh Jesus, I never even

imagined it would be this good, this is worth getting

hit by lightning."

He gaped in amazement as Amber unsnapped and unzipped

her cutoffs and wriggled the tight shorts down over her

hips, kicking them next to the tank top and standing

there in her panties. Billy could see the girl's bronze

pubic bush clearly through the lacey crotch of her

underwear; he gave a stifled laugh as Amber reached

down and rubbed her hand briefly over her pussy,

adjusting the crotch of her panties. 'You don't have to

be quiet, dumbass,' he thought suddenly, 'she can't

hear you, cause you're not really there, you're only

inside her dog.'

He swallowed hard as her firm ass swiveled when she

walked back to the couch and sat down to watch

television; he was glad Rex had so much interest in the

girl, tracking her every move. Amber's full breasts

bounced as she flopped down onto the couch, and he

stared at her nipples while she picked up the remote

unit and started flipping through the channels again.

The girl's taut cheerleader body was even better than

he'd ever imagined, lush curves and a flat belly, with

sleek lean thighs and muscular calves from her

gymnastics classes. Her long blonde hair spilled over

her shoulders and fell in random curls onto her

fantastic tits. Billy guessed Amber's chest must be

about a 38, at least C or maybe D cup, firm solid tits

standing out in globes without any sag at all; he

watched her breasts sway as she reached for the glass

of Coke on the end table and settled on watching Star

Trek reruns on the Sci-Fi channel.

Billy watched every move for nearly an hour before he

got so hot he had to pull out of the Shepherd's head

and go jack off in the bathroom. This is going to be

one terrific summer,' he thought as he shot his load,

remembering Amber's gorgeous body, 'I can plug in and

visit her any time, see her coming out of the shower,

watch her getting undressed, everything.' He hurried

back to his room and laid down again, going back for

another look.

Rex opened his eyes as Billy heard bare feet padding

down the hall and Amber walked into the room. She was

still in her panties, but had put on a tee-shirt while

he was gone, and Billy had a flash of disappointment

when he realized he wouldn't be able to see her

wonderful tits again. He realized there was still an up

side, however, when he noticed two scents becoming

stronger as she came into the room; one was obviously

perfume, the other a rich and somehow musky aroma that

he suddenly knew must be her sex.

The Shepherd's nostrils flared and Billy could almost

see waves of scent wafting from the blonde's crotch as

she walked past Rex and sat on the couch. Of course,

the stunned teenager told himself, a dog's nose is

certainly sensitive enough to smell a woman, probably

to tell one from another just by scent. He then

suddenly understood what had been part of the complex

of odors he couldn't recognize; though it was obviously

familiar to the Shepherd, Billy had never smelled pussy

before. The scent was rich and sweet, musky and

pungent, a delicious smell, and he developed a whole

new understanding of why dogs were notorious for

sniffing at a woman's crotch. Billy's mouth was

watering, and he swallowed hard as he had an instant

vision of jamming his nose between Amber's thighs and

breathing in the aroma of her sweet pussy.

He was uncomfortably warm, and Billy realized that

summer would often be a miserable season for someone

wearing a heavy fur coat all the time. He felt a sudden

itch on his side, and had the weird sensation of his

left leg moving all wrong as the Shepherd quickly

scratched the spot. Being four-legged made his arms

feel funny, and for a moment Billy wondered if he would

even be able to walk in the dog's body, but then

reminded himself that he was only a passenger in Rex's

head, he was eavesdropping on the Shepherd's senses,

not actually being the dog. At least, he thought so

until Amber got up and walked out of the room; as the

girl moved out of Rex's line of vision, Billy turned

his head automatically to watch her; to his amazement,

the Shepherd's head turned, tracking the blonde out of

the room.

'It was just coincidence', he thought, 'he turned to

watch her leave at the same time I thought about it,

that's all.' It still seemed a little bit freaky to

him, and then he got a worse shock when the Stargate

episode ended. Billy was a severe commercial junkie and

he could watch some TV ads over and over again. He

thought the Subway commercials about thunder thighs and

big butts were just totally hysterical, and one started

up as soon as the Stargate credits cut off. As soon as

Billy had the urge to see the television, Rex turned

his head toward the screen. He was stunned and amazed,

couldn't believe it for a second, but there was no

doubt about it, somehow his thought had affected the

Shepherd's behavior. He turned his head the other way,

to look away from the TV, and Rex's vision tracked to

the opposite end of the Phillips' recreation room.

Billy swallowed hard, closed his eyes and mentally

flipped the cutoff switch and sat up shaking in his

bed. Even though he'd just seen it happen, he still

couldn't believe what he'd just been part of; how could

what he wanted have any affect on the Shepherd's

behavior? His thoughts were racing so crazily, he had

to re-play the whole episode two or three times in his

mind before he got a handle on things.

The lightning bolt had given Billy a whole lot more

than he'd realized. He'd thought it was a one-way

setup, input somehow coming from the animal to his

mind; but now, it seemed, the more he worked it, it was

starting to somehow go the other way, feeding input

from his thoughts back to the dog. There was a lot of

stuff about this brain-exchange that he couldn't

understand yet, but the bottom line was clear. Somehow,

whatever the contact was, it picked up waves or

something from his brain and beamed that into the dog's

nervous system, where it affected the animal's

behavior.

If he didn't focus on something, the dog wasn't

affected and Billy was a kind of passenger in the

Shepherd's head, but when Billy's thoughts were

specific, he could influence or partly control Rex's

actions. It sounded like the best kind of deal; like if

Rex was running, Billy wouldn't have to work the dog's

legs to make it run, but he could get the Shepherd to

change directions, go where Billy wanted to go. The

horny freshman had a sudden flashback, remembering

wanting to shove the dog's muzzle into Amber's snatch,

and realized he might actually be able to do it, be

inside the dog, sniffing at that fine blonde pussy.

Billy licked his lips and settled back on the bed,

reaching out for another visit inside the lucky

Shepherd's brain.

Rex was following Amber up the stairs as Billy jacked

in, and the dog licked his lips as he watched the

girl's incredible tight ass swiveling up the steps in

front of him. He could see the cleft of her ass cheeks

clearly through the near-transparent panties, and the

delicious smell of her pussy made his mouth water as he

trotted down the hall behind her.

The Shepherd's tongue lapped around his muzzle, and

Billy suddenly realized that his reaction was causing

the dog to drool. It felt weird and clumsy inside the

Shepherd's body, and Billy tried not to get caught up

with the sensations of his arms being Rex's legs. He

was okay until they started into Amber's bedroom, but

then he paid too much attention to the walking thing,

and Rex stumbled and nearly fell through the doorway.

Billy closed his eyes as the dog lurched and scrambled

to regain his balance while Amber looked back with a

laugh.

"What the hell, Rexie, can't work the feet tonight, big

dog?" the blonde taunted with a giggle, "you'll never

catch the bunnies if you can't do better than that,

sweetheart, you're not even chewing any gum. Maybe you

better lie down and rest, goofus, while I go get a

shower."

Billy's ears perked up as he realized Amber was going

to get undressed, and he sat watching with tense

anticipation as the girl began to strip. Amber peeled

the tee-shirt up over her head, and he gasped as her

fabulous tits were exposed; he stared in stunned

amazement while she reached up and massaged her full

breasts with both hands, fondling her nipples until

they stood up in peaks on her chest. She had a two-tone

tan, and he realized that she got naked when she went

to the tanning salon, but had slightly lighter bikini

lines from sunbathing by the pool in her back yard.

Billy thought he'd stroke out when she rolled her

panties down over her hips, dropped them down around

her ankles, and he saw real live pussy for the first

time in his life. Her pubic hair was a narrow strip of

bronze curls running down to her slit, and he knew that

she must keep it shaved to get that Mohawk effect. The

rich musky scent of her sex grew stronger with her

pussy exposed, and the Shepherd's nostrils flared as

Billy sniffed eagerly at the sweet aroma.

Rex lapped at his muzzle once more, and Billy knew that

his arousal was making the dog drool again. Amber

turned and looked at him with a curious expression, and

he realized Rex was panting & whining softly as Billy

stared at the girl's gorgeous body. She burst into a

giggle and pointed at him, and Billy suddenly knew that

his own hardon had given the big dog an erection.

"Why Rexie, you dirty dog," the blonde whispered, "what

are you doing, sniffing around and getting a boner like

that? You bad dog," she continued, walking over to him,

"that's for me, isn't it, you smell my pussy and you're

getting a hardon, you silly thing." Billy whined

eagerly as the scent of her sex got stronger; he

thought he might pass out when she squatted down in

front of the Shepherd, her knees wide and her pussy

spread before Rex's eyes.

"Well I'm real flattered, big dog," Amber said

teasingly, scratching the Shepherd affectionately

between the ears, "and I must say, that's quite an

amazing boner, Jesus, I never noticed how well hung my

big stud really is. My God," she added with a giggle,

"it's like a porno Little Red Riding Hood: 'Oh,

Grandma, what a big cock you have.' Eat your heart out,

you bad boy," she concluded, standing up abruptly,

"there's nothing here for you, Mama keeps telling us

not to give it up till we're married. So no nookie

until you can produce a wedding ring, get it? I'll go

take a shower and you calm down, bad dog; maybe you

should go take a cold shower instead of me..."

Billy could feel the dog's erection throbbing while he

watched Amber's perfect ass as she walked out of the

room. He heard the bathroom door close and the shower

turn on as he got the Shepherd to his feet and walked

clumsily over to Amber's bed. He shoved his nose into

the blonde's panties and sucked in the scent of her

snatch, panting and drooling. Billy lay down with the

panties between his front paws and gave an experimental

lick at the scrap of nylon; he gave a sudden yelp of

delight when the taste of Amber's pussy flooded the

Shepherd's tongue.

The smell and taste of the girl's snatch was thrilling,

and he began lapping eagerly at the crotch of her

panties, overwhelmed by the sensations pouring in from

the big dog's nose and tongue. Billy was so engrossed

in licking and chewing the panties that he didn't hear

a thing until the girl stepped back into the room and

dropped her towel with a scream.

Amber couldn't believe her eyes when she walked into

her bedroom and found Rex lapping at the crotch of her

panties; she screamed and dropped the towel as she

snatched them away from the big dog. Her underwear was

shredded and soaking with dog drool, and the Shepherd

whined imploringly as she jerked the panties from

between his paws. The blonde saw that the big dog still

had an enormous hard-on as he scrambled to his feet and

stood staring at her with guilty excitement.

"Bad dog, Rex, you're a bad dog," she exclaimed

angrily, shaking the panties in front of the Shepherd's

nose, "you chewed them up, you dumb fuck, they're

ruined, you ate my panties, you bastard. Bad dog, bad

dog, that's gross," she said, slapping him across the

nose with her ruined underwear, "you're a nasty horny

asshole, Rex."

Billy hung his head as Amber scolded Rex, thinking it

was a good thing she couldn't see him smiling while she

was reading the poor Shepherd the riot act. He could

still taste her pussy on the dog's tongue, and he knew

that with three women in the house to choose from, poor

Rexie would be taking the blame for a lot of chewed up

underwear. He licked his chops and laughed out loud in

his room when Amber slapped Rex's muzzle with her

shredded panties again as Billy sniffed at her freshly-

washed pussy and stuck the dog's tongue out.

"Oooh, you disgusting fucker," Amber yelled when slaver

dripped slowly from the Shepherd's muzzle, "I can't

believe you, you're acting just like every guy I ever

met, you bad dog. God, males are all alike, you're as

much of a jerk as the assholes at school, Rex. Don't

even think about it, you shit, you're not getting near

me with that big dick, you'd probably start humping my

leg or something, you horny fuck. Get out of here,

dumb-ass," she concluded, shoving the Shepherd toward

the door, "you can just go lick yourself or something,

shit-head, you're not staying in here if you're gonna

act like that. Go, Rex, go on, get out, you're a bad

bad dog."

She slammed the door behind him as Billy slunk slowly

out of the room, and tossed her soaked and shredded

panties in the trash with a groan of disgust. Billy

scratched once at her door with a begging whine, and

then opened his eyes and sat up as Rex trotted down the

hall.

"Oh, man, this is too much, it's just too fucking

cool," he said as he climbed off the bed, "this is

utterly unbelievable, God, her tits, her pussy, this is

great." He closed his eyes, unzipped his jeans and

started jerking off, visualizing Amber's fabulous tits

and ass, savoring the taste of her panties as he

stroked himself.

"Go ahead, Amber, get some rest," he said, "maybe I'll

check back in on you later, or maybe we'll see if your

sister's still up. Yeah, get some sleep, and you can

dream about the big dog's dick, sweetheart," he

whispered, "you just don't have any idea what Rexie's

gonna want from you, baby, believe me."

Continued in chapter 2...