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Entering the basement, the first thing Greta would notice would be Roger's old piano. He still plugged away at new songs, though his previous two successes had certainly been profitable. The royalties, plus payment for photo-opportunities like the one being set up outside was enough to pay for food and the farm. Or that was the impression Perdita got. "This is the piano â€" have you heard Pongo's pet's songs? He's quite talented."

Greta sniffed around the old basement, probably finding the scents of dozens of puppies. They liked to gather around the piano and hear Roger's new compositions. The German Shepherd glanced back at Perdita, seeming to be distracted, but finally replied, "Yes, yes. ‘Cruella de Vil' vas very catching. Hees second song has not yet reached Deutschland. Eet ees hard to belief zhat zhees voman, she ees a real person! I can only eemageen how you felt vhen she steal your poppies. Zhank goodness zhat ees all over."

Perdita nodded. It had been a great relief to her when Cruella was committed to a mental institution. "I'm afraid there isn't much more to the basement. Old boxes of musical scores, some things that were never unpacked, stale mold."

Greta sniffed around the basement, taking in all the curious scents. An unfamiliar room was like a three dimensional movie to a dog, absolutely overwhelming. Perdita waited patiently for her to finish her inspection. Finally Greta said, "You have a vonderful life here, Perdita. I am envious. A large house, open fields, und a powerful, handsome mate. I veesh I could trade places veed you."

Perdie looked away, bashful. She was certainly happy here, but she didn't think her life was worthy of envy. "But Greta, you're engaged to the most famous, beautiful dog in the world. You will travel the world and see all sorts of exciting places â€" there'll be bitches across the world wishing they were you." Perdita wondered briefly if she herself was one of the envious. But she knew she could never live without Pongo.

"Your Pongo, he ees famous und beautiful also, no? Und an eencredible father. I do not know how easy eet veel be to raise poppies veed a father alvays on zha go."

She paused, and said, "I'm sure Thunderbolt will be a great, caring father." She watched as Greta approached her, sniffing. This made the Dalmatian nervous, but not nearly as nervous as when Thunderbolt had done it.

The German Shepherd asked pointedly, while smelling along Perdie's sides and under her belly, "May I ask vhy you und Pongo have not yet conceived more poppies?"

Perdita was surprised at the question, but was not the sort of dog to refuse a polite request. "My heat came about a month after the puppies were born, and by then we had 99 little guys to watch after. I...wasn't ready for more, and keeping track of so many already takes a great deal of time. They are all about seven months old now, so it's â€" hey!"

Perdita looked back, startled to find her guest sniffing forcefully under her tail. The question had distracted her, and she hadn't noticed the curious dog's indecorous nose. Greta's cold, wet nose was suddenly pressed up against her pink vulva, still sensitive after her little run in with Thunderbolt in the barn.

The inquisitive Greta pulled back to say, "Six monts seence your last? Sounds like eet ees your time again â€" smells like eet, too." She began sniffing Perdita again, her words muffled slightly as she said, "Zhees time are you ready for more poppies?"

Perdita could feel Greta's hot breath between her legs, and it caused her to shiver. Instinctively, she raised her tail, as if inviting the German Shepherd to investigate further, but her words said quite the opposite. "Can you...stop that? I don't think..." Greta interrupted Perdita, ignoring her and running her tongue delicately across the Dalmatian's damp entrance.

Greta repeated her question, "Are you und Pongo going to have more poppies zhees time?" Perdita looked desperately at the unwelcome intruder, turning her front half to look at her, but leaving her rump where it was. Perdita didn't know why she didn't just turn all the way around. That would stop the shepherd's violating nose and tongue. Maybe some part of Perdie didn't want to stop her.

Greta licked her again, tasting evidence of Perdita's earlier arousal when she was watching Thunderbolt in the barn. Perdita gasped, embarrassed, but was unwilling to do anything about it. Instead, she finally answered the young dog's question, panting, "We were...um...hoping to wait through it again. Hunf..." She winced as Greta's cold nose pressed up against her anus, beginning to gently lick the surface of her vulva repeatedly.

Greta said, "I don't zheenk I vould have zhee resolve. You must be very strong to reseest zha handsome Pongo. But perhaps I can help you...deal veed vhat you are feeling. Belief me, I owe you one." What did she mean by that? She licked Perdita again and asked the panting pooch, "Unless you vant me to stop?"

Perdita didn't hesitate, taking a quick breath to respond, "No, don't stop..."

Perdita could hardly believe what she was agreeing to. But the German Shepherd's tongue felt so good, and she had certainly been missing her special time with Pongo. She spread her legs apart as Greta's licks suddenly became more insistent and more forceful. Perdita had spent her two weeks of estrus six months before finding secluded places to lick herself, but this was a completely different experience. She felt helpless against the onslaught delivered by the young female. Greta said, "Just eemageen zhat I am Pongo penetrateeng you. Relax, girl."

As Greta began probing more powerfully, thrusting her tongue against her soft folds, it wasn't Pongo that Perdita was thinking about, and it wasn't Greta either. She was thinking about another German Shepherd. It wasn't hard to imagine Thunderbolt being the one licking her between the legs, and she gasped, having relaxed herself enough that the persistent licks had loosened her up enough that Greta's tongue began pushing inside of her. She felt the incredible warmth of the young girl's massive tongue spreading apart her lips and pushing into her vagina. Suddenly, Perdie whimpered and whined as the wet, red organ that she was imagining was another dog's, different wet, red organ brushed powerfully against her clitoris. Her moans of pleasure only encouraged Greta, who pushed harder between the spotted dog's spread hind legs. Perdita was panting loudly now, hot breath exhaling quickly across the surface of her tongue before sucking in the cooler outside air.

Perdita stopped thinking about whether or not this was cheating on her husband. She suppressed the shame she felt, giving herself entirely over to her fantasies as the tongue probed her darkest cavity. She could almost imagine the stud dog's forepaws wrapped around her slender hind legs, holding her in place as he pounded her, but it wasn't Pongo she envisioned. Thunderbolt, that famous, muscular, perfect dog was on her, having his way with her despite all her objections, fucking her mercilessly in the basement while her husband was just upstairs. She began to tremble, pushing back against Greta's eager tongue and thrusting her hips wildly.

Greta's tongue was no match for either of the male dogs' massive organs, but she could do more. She lowered her nose, took a deep breath, and thrust hard, her slender, pointed muzzle pushing into the moaning Dalmatian. She penetrated Perdita a full three inches, spreading her tight folds wide. Now the German Shepherd felt huge to Perdita. She wanted to howl, but stifled it, for fear her husband, who really was just upstairs, might hear. Once inside, Greta didn't hesitate to open her mouth as far as Perdita's passageway would allow, thrusting her tongue as far into the black and white dog as she could manage. She began lapping eagerly at Perdita's free-flowing sexual juices, swallowing them quickly. The force of her licks lifted up on Perdie's hind legs, and for a few blessed moments, they were lifted entirely off the ground.

Perdie was in another place entirely, bliss filling her mind. Bashfulness and shame were barely suppressed beneath the overwhelming ecstasy, as she cheated on her husband with the young Greta, and imagined cheating on her husband with the dog she most admired, Thunderbolt. She thrust back against the German Shepherd, feeling like a dirty little slut as Greta's forceful licks progressed. She had first imagined Thunderbolt's thirsty tongue under her tail, before he mounted her, sliding his massive red erection inside of her, despite her weak protests. He gripped her tightly, not allowing her to escape as he had his way with the Dalmatian, who knew her husband could chance upon the copulating pair at any moment. But lust had filled her weak mind, and she had given herself completely to his urgent attentions, pushing back hard and matching his thrusts with her own. And when Greta had begun to muzzle-fuck her, she imagined Thunderbolt's engorged knot forcing its way inside of her, pinning the randy stud to the adulterous mother. There was no escape now, and she began thrusting back with total abandon, moaning wildly. She was a slut. She was his slut, Thunderbolt's bitch if not physically, than spiritually.

And then her body exploded, sensations coursing through her body that she had only ever felt before when mating with Pongo. It was finally enough to drive guilty thoughts of her husband from the back of her mind, and she submitted to the powerful orgasm that made her legs weak, trembling all over. Greta's tongue was squeezed tightly as Perdie clenched her internal walls, trapping the German Shepherd inside of her. Try as she might, Greta couldn't pull her tongue out of the horny dog's spasming vagina. She had been holding her breath ever since pushing her muzzle into the Dalmatian, and she needed to take another breath, but Perdie would have none of it. Greta felt Perdie's juices cascading like a waterfall around her tongue, and she had no choice but to swallow as much of it down as possible. She was incredibly wet, unlike anything Greta had ever experienced, which was probably necessary for the petite Dalmatian to accept a massive stud like Pongo. Liquid ran down Greta's muzzle, dripping onto the floor between Perdie's legs, while the German Shepherd struggled to remain conscious, pulling back with all her might.

Perdie was in another world, quivering and moaning. She howled, unable to suppress it this time, screaming, "Thunderbolt!" She held Greta's tongue within her, trapped, while the young girl tried desperately to pull out. The friction rubbed against Perdita's clitoris, sending wave after wave of pleasure across her body, washing over her like a thousand hands petting her at once. Her legs wobbled, and her attempts to stay upright finally failed. Perdie flopped onto her side, taking Greta's tongue with her. The young German Shepherd's head was pulled to the ground, her tongue still held like a vice inside of the Dalmatian, who lay there twitching and moaning, and calling out, "Thunderbolt...fuck me...fuck me!" She would have been embarrassed by her choice of words if there were any coherent thought still firing between the synapses of her brain. There was only ecstasy.

Greta braced herself, pulling up with all the force her forelegs could provide, desperate to pull out of the warm, wet furnace still filling her mouth with fluid. She could hardly believe the force of Perdie's orgasmic contractions, but finally, with one last powerful tug, she managed to pull her tongue free with a loud *smack*. The force of her exit caused her to crash to the ground, dizzy. She was light-headed from lack of oxygen, and panted, using her tongue to clean the rest of her muzzle. She watched Perdie, who lay there still moaning and calling Thunderbolt's name.

Once her orgasm had subsided and Greta had had time to regain her composure, Perdie heard Greta say, "Wow," with a pronounced "w". Greta seemed astounded. "You vere een dire need of zhat! Eet had been defeeneetly too long seence you deed zhat."

Perdie panted, cooling herself off as she thought bashfully back to how she had just behaved. Her eyes popped open when she realized what she had said â€" whose name she had yelled. It had been so loud she didn't know how anyone in the house could have missed it. She turned to Greta with a look of shame and guilt, saying, "I am so sorry, Greta. I didn't mean to...I mean, Thunderbolt is your dog, I shouldn't have -"

Greta interrupted with a wry smile saying, "I deedn't know you zhought about heem like zhat. Besides, you are een heat more now zhan ever, I cannot blame you."

"Oh, Greta... I can't believe what just happened. I haven't felt that good...since, since my first time with Pongo. He didn't hear us, do you think? I don't know what I would do."

"Eet's too late to vorry about zhat now, but I don't hear zhem coming down to eenvesteegate. I am glad you enjoyed eet!"

Perdie looked the beautiful shepherd over, her tail wagging appreciatively. "I didn't know anyone could make me feel like that, other than Pongo. You were right, I needed that â€" a lot." She licked her chops, and then curled up to clean up her vulva, still covered in her own fluids. Greta watched with interest as Perdie licked herself. The Dalmatian didn't know what was coming over her â€" cleaning herself was turning her on again. She closed her eyes and licked harder, shivering.

She heard Greta say, softly, "Eet seems you steel need more. I can help eef you vant, but I cannot do as vell as a stud. You need to mate. Perhaps you should find Pongo."

Perdie nodded her head, still licking herself dutifully, the warmth of her tongue on her sore entrance at least temporarily soothing. "I guess I will be having puppies again soon, then," she said, chagrined.

Greta said, "Zhere are ozzer vays. You can tell heem not to tie veed you, und pull out at zhee last second. Zhen you can be sateesfied veedout zha poppies."

Perdita had never thought of doing that. All those frantic days of her last heat, when she had tried anything and everything to please herself alone, she could have been sharing with her husband. She wanted that feeling again, now, but she knew Pongo was with Thunderbolt â€" she wasn't sure how she would broach that subject with Thunderbolt in the room. She decided she would have to wait, as hard as that would be. "I will try that, next time Pongo and I are alone."

Apparently unsatisfied, Greta complained, "Zhat veel be too long, Perdita. Look at you!" Perdie was lying on the floor, slathering her vulva with her wet tongue, taking breaks to speak to Greta and to pant. "You need a man. You should go to heem, ask to speak alone. Eet ees hees duty as your husband, no? Or...perhaps you are more eenterested een Tunderbolt?" she added, with a grin.

Perdie interjected immediately, "No! Don't joke about that, Greta, I would never do that to Pongo. Or to you."

"Pongo aside, I vould not care. I have great admiration for Tunderbolt, but ve are not yet mates. You could be safe from poppies, und eet seems you have some eenterest...calling hees name."

Perdita looked at Greta, astonished. She would let her mate Thunderbolt? The Dalmatian knew she would feel jealous if Pongo took another bitch, so she expected others would share her view, but not Greta. Pongo would never allow Perdie to be with another dog, regardless of puppies. She couldn't deny that she was tempted, though. She had often thought secretly about the incredibly handsome Thunderbolt. "No, no, Greta. I just...got carried away. You, uh, look more like Thunderbolt than Pongo, that's all. Pongo would never allow it."

Greta seemed unconvinced, saying, "He vouldn't have to know."

Shaking her head adamantly, she replied, "I would know. I'll...wait until Pongo is free, and then go to him. Again, Greta...thank you. This was amazing."

Wagging her tail, Greta said, "Eet vas my pleasure. But you are not sateesfied yet. Seence you must vait, let me help you again. I do not vant you too desperate for so long."

Perdita pondered the offer to help. She was indeed still incredibly horny, and she had to keep shoving thoughts of Thunderbolt to the back of her mind, lest the temptation grow too great. She knew from the barn that Thunderbolt was hot for her, and she could hardly contain herself when she saw his rippling muscles and silky coat. It was her love for Pongo that stopped her from seeking the famous German Shepherd out and immediately submitting to him, casting her tail aside to let him fuck her relentlessly, possible puppies be damned. She was sure he had met many bitches who had done just that, and wondered just how many children Thunderbolt had running around, unbeknownst to anyone but the mothers in question. Certainly more than Pongo, whose first time had also been Perdita's, on their wedding night. Realizing that she was obsessing over sex, she decided it was best to accept Greta's offer. Hopefully it would quell her desire long enough for her to find some time alone with Pongo.

"Okay," she agreed, beginning to stand. But Greta stepped forward, pushing her over onto her back. Perdie looked meekly up at the young German Shepherd, questioningly.

"Stay," Greta commanded. When Perdita made no move to stand, the shepherd added, "Good girl." The spotted canine looked down at Greta, who stood between her splayed hind legs. Perdie watched with anticipation as she lowered her head slowly to her pink entrance, a little circle of color against a sea of soft white fur. Then the enveloping warmth of Greta's tongue blanketed her, and she closed her eyes, moaning. Greta paused to comment, "You are steel so vet..."

Her tongue slid smoothly into the well-greased chamber, causing Perdie to arch her back, curling her forelegs up against her chest like a chipmunk, her tail wagging. Against her own conscious objections, she couldn't help but begin fantasizing about Thunderbolt, imagining it was his decisive tongue filling her, rubbing against her sensitive walls. But it wasn't cheating to imagine another dog, was it? She didn't care anymore, laying back and letting Greta do her magic.

Again and again Greta's wide, red tongue filled her before being drawn back firmly between her soft folds. Perdita couldn't do much, finding the position she was in too awkward to really thrust back against the young girl. She was completely at the whim of the German Shepherd, who was sending the young mother into another cascading wave of pleasure. Her constant lapping was punctuated by the arousing sounds of sex, slurps and smacks, the occasional gulp as Greta swallowed her juices eagerly. It was all Perdita could do to restrain her cries of ecstasy. Her earlier howl had apparently gone unnoticed, but that was no guarantee that it would happen again. She stifled her moans as her arousal grew at a rapid pace.

Then nothing. She felt the tongue sliding out of her, but it was not quickly replaced. She waited, the tension unbearable, but seconds passed. She felt movement, and opened her eyes to investigate. There, above her, was the cream-colored rump of a German Shepherd. Her tail was held aside, providing quite a detailed view of the young girl's genitals and anus. Perdie would have blushed, if she could â€" she had always found sniffing rituals disturbing and awkward. Greta had stepped over the prone Perdita, standing long-wise above her. She was, no doubt, getting as good a view of Perdie as vice versa, and Greta then said, "Perhaps you could return zha favor?" hopefully.

Perdie had never licked another dog like that (other than Pongo, a few times), and she was hesitant to start now, but how could she refuse the sincere and helpful Greta? She looked up at the shepherd's exposed, protruding vulva, which was surprisingly wet, already dripping. A drop landed unceremoniously on Perdita's face, and she decided that what was left of her pride in this regard could handle reciprocating. Besides, it seemed like the only way to convince Greta to return to her own duties, and Perdie was desperate to feel that exquisite tongue once again inside of her.

She leaned upward, sniffing along Greta's inner thighs. She could smell several scents and picked out a few. She could smell the tangy scent of the German Shepherd's arousal, with the barest hint that she might be coming into heat. She sensed traces of Thunderbolt, even between the girl's legs, but it was mostly masked by the more recognizable scents of her husband, Pongo. They must have come from when her husband had greeted the young girl. She remembered her jealousy as Pongo began sniffing at Greta's rump, his own displayed proudly for her own inquisitive nose. He had certainly investigated her closely, judging by the strength of his odor she found clinging to the young girl's hindquarters now. After that, she could sense the salty smells of sex. She was quite familiar with the smell of semen â€" Pongo was quite prolific in their love-making. Greta reeked of it.

Perdita pulled her snout back, surprised to find herself pressing her nose up against the girl's wet vulva, inhaling deeply. She decided she could see in the appeal in this traditional greetings ritual, as much as it embarrassed her. She was surprised that Greta smelled of sex â€" she and Thunderbolt had claimed they had not consummated their relationship yet, but it was as clear as day. They must have found time on the ride to the farm in the trailer, because the odor was fresh. She said, "You â€" you smell of mating, Greta," stretching her head to the right to peer around her brown and cream posterior.

Greta looked over her shoulder in surprise at Perdita, laying her ears back nervously. "Vhat?" she asked, looking away.

"Haven't you recently...with Thunderbolt, on the way here? You smell just like I do after mating with Pongo."

"Na, ja, Perdie," she replied quickly, adding, "Ve vere not supposed to. Please don't tell anyone, parteecularly Tunderbolt. I vouldn't vant heem to realize you knew."

"It's okay, Greta, I understand. I'm not sure how long I could resist, spending time alone with Thunderbolt. If I were you, I mean," she explained. "I won't tell anyone." She then leaned forward, and gave Greta a playful lick across her wet entrance, hoping to encourage the young girl to do the same. Greta moaned and held her tail aside until it was quivering, her ears laid back now in pleasure, rather than nervousness. Perdita found the taste surprisingly palatable, and decided that she really did owe Greta a good tongue bathe, considering what she had already done for the Dalmatian, and what she would do again. Perdie ran her tongue all around the surface of the bitch's recently popped cherry, lapping up the juices that proved her arousal. Finally, Perdie got her wish, and Greta lowered her own head to return to lapping at the Dalmatian's quivering folds.

Trying to avoid distraction from the large, warm tongue that was penetrating her in a fast, regular rhythm, Perdita pushed her tongue inside of the girl, tasting another female's pussy for the first time. She was surprised at how pleasant the experience actually was â€" she heard Greta moaning, and the realization that it was she, Perdie, that was the one causing it, made her more eager to please. She continued with a new sense of purpose, hoping to satisfy this German Shepherd in the same way she had only a few minutes before. She began eagerly lapping between Greta's legs, her tongue quickly parting the girl's vaginal lips and drinking in her dripping juices. She swallowed eagerly, stopping only to take a breath now and then before ramming her tongue as deeply as she could into the girl. Greta responded in kind, driving Perdita into a state of extreme arousal, which only encouraged the Dalmatian to work harder. Greta's tongue was quickly bringing the spotted canine toward another massive orgasm, but Perdita wanted it to be Greta that came first. She began thrusting her tongue wildly, deeply into the girl, and soon there was nothing Greta could do but writhe in pleasure, unable to continue licking Perdie. Instead she stood over Perdita, trembling and moaning, trying not to howl in ecstasy.

Perdita knew she had won, and though she was as horny as ever, she knew Greta could take care of her afterward. She did her best to keep Greta on the verge of her own climax without taking her over the edge, causing the girl to whimper uncontrollably. Perdita never knew that she could be so good at this! She rammed her tongue powerfully into and out of the girl, slowing her pace whenever she felt the German Shepherd nearing her orgasm, and drank greedily at the girl's juices. She could taste now the semen she had smelled earlier, still coating Greta's insides, and she swallowed it as readily as everything else. She was surprised at how similarly Thunderbolt's and Pongo's seed tasted, but she had no reason to be suspicious â€" her husband was the only male she had ever tasted. Knowing she was swallowing Thunderbolt's semen, second-hand through the young girl into whom he had deposited it turned Perdita on like no other feeling. She felt dirty and desperate and aroused all at once, wanting to lick Greta clean of his seed, to drink every last drop that wasn't already coating the inside of the young girl's womb. If her tongue were longer, she wouldn't even leave the girl that.

Eagerly, desperately, Perdita placed her fore paws on Greta's rump, pulling the German Shepherd down onto her waiting tongue. She thrust into the young girl greedily, using the force of her legs to reach deeper with her tongue, searching every nook and cranny of Greta's most private passageway for remnant's of Thunderbolt's sticky, white fluid. Greta was quivering above her, her knees weak, moaning and barely restraining her excited yips and howls. She began thrusting her hips desperately, feeling Perdita's large, strong tongue sliding into and out of her. In moments, the sensations became too much for the young girl, and she began convulsing, her internal walls clenching around Perdita's tongue as strongly as the spotted dog had done to her tongue. She completely lost control, her own juices released in a powerful stream, as if a dam within her had just burst. Perdita drank greedily as waves of Greta's personal lubrication began gushing out of her, pulled inexorably by gravity into the Dalmatian's throat.

Greta could hold back no longer, beginning a long, loud howl that echoed through the basement, and surely the rest of the farmhouse too. Perdita didn't hold back, still pulling on the girl's hindquarters, forcing her tongue as deeply into the girl as she could manage. She couldn't drink fast enough, and the extra fluid began running out of her mouth and down her chin, but Perdita was happy. She had more than returned the favor for the young girl, who was simply quivering in ecstasy, unable to control herself.

And then it was over, as quickly as it had begun. Greta stood over the Dalmatian, whose face was now soaked in her juices. She moaned softly, panting for breath, the warmth of her orgasm still heavy in her mind. She whimpered, whining when Perdita finally extracted her long tongue from the girl. Perdita didn't know if she had ever been more aroused. She had already been wet and needy, and in heat, but Greta had brought her so close to her own orgasm that pleasuring Greta alone had almost brought Perdita to the edge. She needed Greta, or Pongo, now more than ever, and she wagged her tail, looking up at the well satisfied German Shepherd. "Now me!" she said, wiggling her butt.

But before Greta could respond, both dog's ears perked up as they heard heavy footsteps creaking on the steps of the old farmhouse. Greta exclaimed, "Ach! Someone must have heard us! Zhey'll be here any second!"

And if they entered the basement now, they would find Perdita lying on her back underneath the panting, wet Greta, the Dalmatian's mouth, face, and neck covered in her juices, smelling strongly of sex. The two dogs froze, looking up in horror at the basement door, knowing that at any moment, one or both of their partners could come crashing through the door, wondering what on earth Greta's howl had been.