It was a typical Friday night and it was after dark by the time I got home, and I was grumpier and more tired than usual. It was nights like this that made me appreciate living alone with my three year old golden retriever, Samson, on our isolated ranch. I enjoy company as much as the next person, but there are times when I just wanted to be on my own. This was one of those nights.

A large shadow moved across the deck as I approached the side door and I felt the tension start to leave my shoulders as a dry nose was pushed into my hand and then a warm, furry body was wrapped around my hips, a bushy tail brushing against my nylon-clad calf.

"Hey boy," I smiled, stroking his large, satiny head and tugging gently on his ears. "What are you doing outside?" I frowned and stared into a well-lit living kitchen. "What the hell?" I grumbled, knowing I had turned the lights off this morning. The door was no longer locked and I sighed, stepping side. "Hello?" I called out. Only two people other than myself had a key to this door, and I knew my guest wasn't my mother.

"Well hello!" a tall, slim, lovely brunette stepped into the kitchen and I sighed again. Georgia had been my best friend since seventh grade and we had lived together all through college. In fact, we had lived together up until the day I married, a mistake that took me ten good years to rectify.

Georgia in town meant trouble, for me. Her smile was wide as she handed me a glass of wine. She was obviously fresh from a bath, unless that really wasn't my expensive bubble bath I was smelling, and she was wearing my favorite robe. My temper simmered and I took a deep swallow of wine, not too happy to notice that it was a Chardonnay I had been saving for a special occasion.

"Oh, how can you have that smelly old dog in here with you?" she waved her hands in disgust and reached for Samson's collar. Having experienced this same situation before, he scooted behind me. I scratched his ears and glared at her for the both of us.

"Touch him again and you'll be the one sleeping on the patio. How long are you here for?" Well, that launched her off into a lengthy explanation of how she had split with her latest boyfriend (he didn't understand the special needs of a real lady) and how she needed to spend the weekend with me so she could `find some balance' in her life. She was still prattling on as I headed for my room to take a quick shower, and she was still going on when I returned half an hour later to start dinner.

I tuned out the sound of her voice while we ate and cleaned up, finally beginning to listen again as she followed me into the living room to watch as I built a fire. I accepted the inevitable and poured us a couple healthy shots of brandy, bringing the bottle with me when I rejoined her to watch the dancing flames. Samson joined us, leaning up against my side as his tail made a steady thump on the floor.

"It's positively disgusting how you live with that dog, as if he's a person instead of a filthy, flea-ridden beast," she huffed, stretching out on her stomach. "Could you be a dear and give me a back rub?" she asked as she slipped out of my robe, and sent a sly smile over her shoulder at me.

Suddenly the night was looking much brighter. All through college Georgia had been one of my most consistent and favorite lovers. I quickly shucked out of my clothes and straddled her waist, reaching for the bottle. I dribbled some brandy on her bare skin, warming it with my hands as I massaged it into her smooth muscles. She shivered when I leaned forward and licked at the back of her neck.

Samson's ears perked up at my mischievous grin and he grew very interested in the two naked ladies stretched out in his living room. I sat up and poured a trail of brandy between her shoulder blades, watching it pool in the small of her back, before flowing down between my legs. It didn't take Samson but a second to start licking her ribs and back, making his way to my cunt. His tongue worked faster, his strokes longer as I poured more brandy over my tits and rubbed it into my own skin.

"Oh my God," Georgia gasped, trying to buck me off. "I can't believe you let that dog put his tongue there."

"It's not only his tongue that goes there," I laughed, easily pinning her down. We were about the same slimness, but I worked out regularly with weights and rock climbing. She knew from past experience that I was much stronger and she grew still, pleading with me to be sensible. "Relax," I whispered, my mouth finding hers. She kissed me back passionately, her brandy-laced tongue dancing with mine. "Lay still or I'll tie you down," I ordered and her eyes widened with a mixture of shock, and excitement. That decided it for me and seconds later she was tied down, spread-eagled, in front of the fire place.

My very own human toy? What a wild concept. Even as she begged me to stop, she opened her mouth to accept a mouthful of brandy from mine. The possibilities were endless. I kneeled between her open legs, my thighs pressing against hers, as I kneaded her ass cheeks, pouring a shot of brandy straight down her crack. She gasped and bucked, but not nearly as hard as she bucked when Samson's tongue found her anus. He gave her ass a thorough cleaning while I reached under her to trace circles around her dripping, sensitive clit before sliding my finger deep up into her.

"Just fuck me, you bitch," she surrendered, begging me. I held my fingers up, letting Samson lick her juices from me before letting him bury his nose in her cunt. She screamed when his sandpaper tongue found her clit, raking it over and over. I loosened her ankle ties just enough so that she could raise up on her knees, her ass high in the air, as Samson reached underneath her to lick everything from her pussy hairs to her asshole, pushing his tongue into both holes.

"Kelly, I'm CUMMING," she cried again as his tongue drove her to orgasm. I moved under Samson's belly, stroking his silky hair as I curled my fingers over his sheath, pushing it back to expose his large, hard red cock. I kissed the tip as he started to hump air before sliding the massive dog cock into my mouth. I tongued him for a moment but, as much as I loved my doggy's cum, that wasn't what I had in mind this time. I pulled back and guided him closer to the upraised ass in front of us. He didn't need further urging as I patted Georgia's lush ass and he gripped her waist with his powerful forearms. He was still humping air and I took his cock in my hand, guiding it to her wet, hot cunt. He pumped through the circle of my hand before letting his cock sink deep into her cunt, causing another cry to burst from her.

He humped faster and I grabbed her asscheeks in both hands, pulling them apart as I flicked my tongue across the pucker of her anus. The brown hole quivered as I thrust my tongue through the tight ring, wetting it. I shoved a finger into my own cunt, teasing myself before taking my fingers and pushing first one then two fingers deep into her and finger fucking her in rhythm with Samson.

"Oh God," she wailed. "I'm cumming!" I waited for the rush of fluids to flood from her before I pulled my fingers free.

"Call him off," she whispered harshly, her face strained even as her hips bucked back against him. I smiled, remembering my first dog fuck. I've always wondered if a dog had taken my virginity, would I have ever tried a man? I stretched out in front of Georgia and spread my legs, pushing her face down.

"Eat," I ordered harshly, holding the back of her head in both my hands. She didn't need to be told a second time, covering my cunt with her mouth. Her tongue lapped at me, teasing my clit before diving in deep and I bucked up against her. Her fingers spread me out wider, two fingers sliding in alongside her tongue. Then a finger moved lower and l lifted my hips when she started poking at me ass. She teased me, rimming me with her finger, pushing in the tip and withdrawing, over and over. I was near senseless with the need to cum when she shoved her fingers in my ass, hard. I came against her mouth with a loud shout.

"That's it baby," she moaned, her hands sliding up to pinch my nipples, her own ass pressing back against my dog's pelvic. God it had been so long since someone truly knowledgeable had gone done on me. I bucked my hips again and she licked the edges of my finger-filled anus before she suckled my clit. I held the back of her head and ground her face into my pussy, filling her mouth with my cum. She slurped it down, her hands moving to hold my thighs further apart as I grew still. I slid down under her far enough for us to share a cum-filled kiss, our tongues savoring and sharing. Then she gasped and her eyes grew round with shock and pain. I looked down, and smiled. I had forgotten to tell her about the knot.

"You can take it," I whispered, turning and sliding so I could lick at her pussy. With a powerful thrust, Samson pushed his knot past her cunt lips and I knew he was filling her with his cum. I positioned myself so I could lick up the juices that escaped her, sucking her clit into my mouth as she came again. After a moment, Samson lifted his leg and turned so that they were ass to ass.

"I can't move," Georgia gasped, struggling for breath. I just smiled, blowing on her pussy before licking her clit. Her knees quivered and I kept her on the edge for another ten or so minutes, until Samson pulled free with a wet plop. He curled a few feet a way and buried his nose in his crotch to clean himself.

I took care of cleaning up Georgia. By the time I had lapped all the cum out of her pussy, her face was buried back in my cunt and her fingers were eagerly diving into me. I returned the favor and then twisted, covering her so I could grind my pussy into hers even as her mouth found mine and her legs wound around my waist. We came together, our lips catching each other's cries. Our eyes met in a haze of brandy, cum, and pleasure.

"I'm so glad you're my best friend," she smiled, kissing me again.

The next time I came home and found Georgia in my house, Samson wasn't locked out on the patio . . . .