/and now back to our regularly scheduled programming!/ the radio chimed in an old fashioned style. He'd been listening to a radio play which included fictional news and adverts. It was mildly interesting to listen to as he painted the house.

He was earning a bit of extra money over the summer by house sitting for a family friend.
They were off on holiday and wanted the house painted, so he'd volunteered.
He also had to look after their pet dog too.
He didn't mind that either.
She was well behaved and trained. Content to wander the garden while he worked.
Due to the decorating inside the house he was staying in their pool house.
He didn't mind that either. It had more modern furnishings and fittings. Including a decent sized TV.
They had clearly expected him to spend more time lounging by the pool and slacking off than he was.
He still had two weeks to go and had almost finished the work.
He had been getting up early and working late, mostly as he realised he could spend more time lounging around if he did all the work quickly.

Another perk was the neighbour.
Mrs Robinson
A curvaceous woman who had two kids his age, away for the summer with friends from university.
She was perhaps best described as a MILF.
And a cougar.
Literally. She was a cougar.

She was currently out in the garden in short-shorts and a plaid shirt tied at the middle and straining to contain her ample cleavage.
She completed the look with a battered straw hat.

He remembered coming here as a teen and sneaking looks at her in her bikini.
He didn't normally go for older women, but her body was just exceptional.
Big tits and soft curving hips. Everything it liked.
Plus she was really nice. She would make him lemonade and sandwiches, they'd chat in the evenings sometimes.
He was pretty certain she was trying to hit on him.
Her clothes over the last couple of weeks had gotten more and more racey.
Glancing over when he heard her door she was now stripping off to sunbathe!
She knew full well he was on the flat roof at the back of the house and easily saw into her garden. Hell not even an hour ago she'd waved hello to him.
This distraction wasn't helped by the scent.
The family dog he was looking after had gone into heat earlier that week.
Scout was a big mut bitch of some form. Her tan, black and brown coat made her look like a quadruped form of a girl he went to university with and had a crush on.
Being a canine he could smell the bitch in heat, and worse still, as being affected by it.
It was bearable but still.
He'd jerked off twice a night since she'd gone into heat, woke up with solid morning wood and had to leave all the windows open and a fan on to clear her scent as well as he could.
Being summer the latter wasn't too bad as it helped him cool off.

He forced his mind back to his work.
He was doing the fiddly bits around the windows.
Stupid old style ones with lots of wood.
Soon enough he was back into the rhythm of work and more or less forgotten the nude cougar below.

That was, until some time later she called him.
She was still nude, well topless a small towel wrapped around her hips leaving nothing to the imagination, and holding a big tray of drinks.

"Ted dear? Come down and have a drink you must be parched! It's nearly dinner time too! I made enough for both of us if you'd like"

Glancing at his watch he realised it really was getting on. Thinking about it, all that was left was some touch ups and bits which needed the paint to dry. Maybe he could finish early and have a break.

"Oh, thank you"

He carefully dropped down the ladder and cleaned off the brush.

"I'll go get a tray and stuff, bring the table over to the fence" he called.
The fence between the two properties was low enough to see over for most people, just below chin height.

"No no come over! Or better yet, I'll come to you! Then you don't have to deal with Scout!" She'd gone inside before he could object.
Moments later she appeared with a large tray covered with plates and bowls.

"Here we are! Hello Scout! Good to see you again. I'm sure you'll get a nice juicy bone later"
She bustled across the garden, still bare chested and placed down the tray.
He hurried to get cutlery and bits out.
She'd made, or ordered, a spread of Chinese food, the delicious smell making him realise just how hungry he was.


They made small talk over dinner.

He was pretty sure she caught him staring at her exposed breasts several times, and at least once her small towel when she walked into the pool house to get something.

Finished and having cleared up they lounged by the pool.

"I'm not offended when you look. I'd not be doing this if I was"

"Huh?" He'd been watching the thin clouds turn deep bruised reds and purples as the sun sank slowly down, enjoying the comfortable silence which had settled between them.
Looking over as he collected his thoughts he immediately dropped them again.
She was standing nude before him.

"I can see you masturbating from my bedroom window." She pointed up to her house and a window.
He'd never seen her looking, but he guessed it made sense she could see in.

"I know having poor Scout around isn't helping either, a virile young man like you." She knelt and fussed the dog.

"I saw that girl you're texting and the photo she sent. She's the spitting image of Scout..." She turned Scout's head to face him. The bitch panting happily at the fussing.
"I also saw she's been presenting to you. Scout knows you're a dog, know you can smell her. She wants you. I want you."

He was a bit taken aback by the sudden change of tone, and her attitude.

She signed and softened.
"Sorry, it's been a while since I had a man around. I used to be able to peep in on the boys, or let them peep in on me. After my ex husband left... I remember you used to peep at me when you were a teen. Probably the last I saw you. You're such a handsome lad, and I've not felt a man's touch in so long, and nor has Scout."

"But, but she's... Scouts a feral!" It was a lame excuse. It was legal and such, but that didn't make it any less weird. He'd never had an interest in ferals.

"I can also see the porn on the TV..."

Except maybe if it was a feral dog mounting a morph bitch.
The lad shifted and ran his hands over his muzzle. His traitorous tail flicked at the attention and idea. Stupid thing.
He could feel his cock swell in his sheath.

"I... But..." he whimpered, he had been curious about feral bitches too but ... This was all so much.

"Well. We can start simple. Take your clothes off..."
She was still fussing the feral bitch, despite having her eyes locked on him.

He felt his body stand up, pull his t-shirt up and off, droped his paint covered and boxers all at once, standing there nude, tail flicking and sheath swelling, grey fur and white chest and sheath for all to see.

She gave him an approving smile, and a hungry look at his sheath.

"Mmm, you're even more handsome up close, why don't we head inside for some privacy..." She stood, patted her wide hip to command Scout to follow, and walked confidently into the pool house.

He stood frozen. Unsure what to do.
His cock had started to harden and fuck he was so horny.
But was he really going to do this? Fuck a dog in front of another person? Admittedly she was a horny MILF but still.

Glancing through the large doors he saw the cougar.
She was lounging on the sofa, legs wide as Scout lapped her the cougars sex.

With that the dog man made up his mind.

Following his cock he ended up standing in the doorway watching the lewd display.
The feline tossed a pillow onto the hardwood floor.

"You may want to kneel on that to save your knees." She bopped the feral as he got into position.
At first he thought he was going to eat the cougar out.
Instead the bitch turned and flagged at him, as she had done regularly since going into heat.

"Mmm, such a big boy. Your pups with her will be beautiful and handsome. I'm sure you'll enjoy that dripping hot cookie just as much as she enjoys your big throbbing cock" the cougar adjusted her position to lie with one leg on the sofa, the other dangling down as she started to stroke her pussy and fondle a breast.

"She's such a cute and eager bitch too."

He had to admit, she was.

Scooting up to the feral he bent down, kneeling low, to bring his muzzle to be level with the canine cookie being offered to him.
He'd never seen one up close.
The odd Y shape of her spade, how dark and puffy the flesh was and how it stood out away from her.
That scent! That wonderful heady scent so close up! His cock strained and throbbed.
Ancient parts of his brain lit up in response to the scent. The instincts to breed, continue the species.

He could swear he heard the bitch moan as he slowly dragged his broad canine tongue over the swollen pussy.

She tasted stronger than the few other pussies he'd eaten.
It wasn't bad, strong, but... Different. More beastial (which made sense all things considered), more meaty and pungent. More heady.
Although some of that may have been his nose being right in there under her tail getting a good strong whiff of her glands and the pheromones of a bitch in heat.
Using one hand to hold her tail out the way, he took his swelling sheath in hand and started to stroke himself.
The odd flash he caught of the cougar masturbating.

"Mmm, good boy. How does she taste? Enjoying it? I know I am. It's been a while since I've enjoyed myself so much... And I plan to have far more fun soon." The curvy cougar purred, black nipple appearing under tan fur as she groped herself.
The dark black of her outer lips occasionally parting to reveal soft pink inners as she played with her cunt.

The bitch before him pushed back, demanding more attention.
Obediently he slowly pushed his tongue in.
She was warm and wet. She wasn't tight though. Not really.
He explored her feral spade eagerly, the different shapes and structures, the way her Y shaped cooky gripped his tongue, how she pulsed and throbbed around him.
Making sure she was warmed up and slick enough he continued to make out with the feral bitches sex.

The older woman on the sofa watched, moaned and huffed, encouraged him to pleasure the feral bitch and himself.

Kneeling back panting, muzzle fur sodden and matted from the bitches honey, he stroked his bulging sheath.
He took a moment to appreciate the view he had of the MILF pleasuring herself.

"Mmm, looks like she's ready for you, the way she's flagging and how wet your fur is... Have fun?" She smiled seductively at him.

"Yeah, fuck, I can't believe I've never thought of this before. She tasted so good, felt so good on my tongue!" He panted, starting to slide his cock out his sheath. Spotting this she cougar shifted

"Then you should mount her before you end up finishing in your paw. Be rude to get us both so worked up and not do anything." She pointed with a manicured toe towards his crotch.

"Oh, shit. Yeah...okay Scout, hope you're ready..." The feral seemed to nod and push back at his words, trying to impale herself on him.

"I know I am..." Mrs Robinson added, two fingers working in and out of her dark folds.

Shifting his weight he aimed himself with one hand and held Scout's hip with the other.
Sitting his tip in her Y shaped vulva he released his sheath and slowly worked his hips forward.

"Ohhhhhhhh... Fuuuuck..." the scent and feeling poked the same feral urge he felt earlier.
Where he had planned to stay kneeling and go slow, he ended up hunched over her back, thrusting hard and fast into the bitch as if he was a feral dog himself.
The bitch panted happily, almost thrusting back into him as he rutted her like the feral she was.

He could hear the cougar moaning, encouraging him on in his breeding of the feral.

"Oh. Good boy! Make her your bitch! Breed her you dog, fuck her nice and hard! She's loving it!" Her fingers worked to emulate his speed and forcefulness as the man fucked the feral for all he was worth.

He felt his dick shoving deep into Scouts cookie. His orgasm closing, he'd tie her soon.
Put pups in her.
Make her his bitch.
He snarled, thrusting like a man possessed.
And possessed he was. Possessed by the deep ancient parts of his brain which still hunted prey with tooth and claw, fucked anything it could hard and fast to pass on his seed before it got away or he was taken away.
Words failed as he panted and snorted.
The bitch below him whined and yelped in bliss below him.
With a surge he bottomed out.
Knot expanding in the bitches cunt, locking them together.
He thrust a few more times before simply resting over her.
Dumping plenty of healthy cum into the bitches heated womb.

He felt his tail wagging hard enough to shake his hips slightly, the words the cougar uttering just filtering through his lust addled mind.

"Oh gooooood boy, gooooood boy..." he could smell not just the bitches heat but the feline woman's sexual pleasures too. She must have cum too.
If the smell was anything to go by she'd came quite hard.

Panting he held the bitch close and flopped onto his side, the bitch, tail trapped but trying to wake, falling with him.
The lay, joined at the hips, panting and drooling happily in post orgasmic bliss.