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          Summer is supposed to be great. But

my best buddy Carl was gone. I mean, he wasn't gone like dead or anything. We

were both seventeen, and as we were old enough to get a summer job, he had

managed to get a sweet position working for the Tendletons. I was mowing lawns.What? You've never heard of old man

Tendleton? He's only the richest bulldog in the tri-state area. He has his

mansion here. The place is freaking huge, covering maybe thirty acres. The

whole damn thing is surrounded by fences, shrubs and trees... and cameras. No one

gets in who doesn't belong. Anyway, Carl was working on the

estate, doing who knew what. As a perk, and because the old man hated people

coming and going, he was assigned a little place where he could stay the

summer. That meant that for the next three months, he couldn't leave.Therefore it was a shock when I got

a text from him after the first week. It was a little cryptic, but in it he

managed to convey that he wanted me to meet him by the back gate. That was the

gate were deliveries were made. It was watched over by a tough looking Doberman

whose looks alone could kill. I texted back that he was crazy, but he sent a

"lol" and told me to pack for a few days. I couldn't disappear for that long

without arousing suspicion, so I told my parents, even showing them the texts.Mom smiled. "It'll probably be ok

as long as the guard lets you through. As far as I've heard, Hiram Tendelton is

in Europe for the summer. I doubt he'll ever know that you've been there."I was a little surprised at her

readiness to let me go, but I figured she was right. I packed up some stuff,

including my bathing trunks and headed for the back gate. The guard was

formidable in appearance, right down to his dark sunglasses. He took them off and looked me

over. "Are you the Hansen kid?"I about shit myself. "Yeah, that's

me. I was told to come here, but if I'm not wanted, I'll leave right away."The guard said nothing. The gate

slid aside. "You got about five seconds before it closes again. Make up your

mind which side you want to be on."I sped through as it snapped shut.

Now I was stuck as to which way to go. I didn't know if I was heading to the

house or where exactly. Carl came sauntering up the drive with a big smile on

his face."Hey, how's my best buddy, you

pussy?""Pussy? I'll show you who's a

pussy!"We wrestled until we both fell down

on the ground. Pussy wasn't what you think. We weren't referring to each other

in a negative feminine way. No, it was a reference to each other being a

feline, which to a canine, was the ultimate insult. I was a mix, a mutt I

suppose you would say, while Carl was pure mastiff. We made an odd looking

couple, but we were the best of friends."So what the hell am I doing here?"

I asked after we ran out of steam."Me casa su casa!"I hated foreign languages, but I

knew what it meant. "This is not your house, you idiot. You're only working

here.""True, but it has its perks. I

really don't have that much work to do, and it all involves the swimming pool

and its accompanying house. I thought maybe you would like to chill with your

bud for a few days."I was looking around. I'd be an

idiot not to. He took me to his "room", which was bigger than our living room

and kitchen combined. It was so totally cool! It was almost all windows, and

the views were magnificent. I was five minutes into checking the place out that

I noticed the bitch on the lawn chair poolside. And I don't mean bitch as an

insult either. I mean she was hot as hell.Carl slapped me on the back of the

head. "Don't be rude Paul!"I turned to yell at him when I saw

the amusement on his face. "Why the hell did you hit me? She can't see me in

here.""True. I'm just screwing with you.

Do you know who that is?"I was staring at her. She had nice

tits under her bikini top, but that was the only feature I could discern. "I

have no idea."He laughed. "I'll just bet you

don't. That's Mrs. Tendleton."I did a double take. Mr. Tendleton

was old. I had never seen him of course, but we all knew him from his photos in

magazines and from television. This lady was not. I mean, she was obviously older

than us, but not anything close to that old."Seriously. She looks like she's

maybe thirty!""Thirty four to be precise. She's

got two kids you know."I watched as she got up from her

lounging position poolside and dived into the water. She was of a breed we

never saw in these parts, and it was no surprise she had caught the eye of the

multimillionaire. Afghan hounds where exotics, and she was a prime specimen.  I knew he was married; by all accounts, for

the third time. His money probably attracted all kinds, and he had the pick of

the best. Carl bumped my elbow. "Get your

swimsuit on.""We can't go out there! She'll see

me!""Yeah. That's the general idea."I jumped into my trunks and

followed Carl out onto the tiled patio surrounding the pool. The lovely lady

was doing laps around the perimeter. Carl directed me to a chair and he took

one over from me. We watched her for what seemed like an eternity.  She surfaced long enough to see there were two

admirers sitting on the sidelines and swam up to the edge of the pool.She was very pretty. Her hair and

fur flowed out in the water. Her eyes were a rich blue and her smile could melt

the polar ice caps. "Carl! You delivered as promised. Good!"Her voice was elegant and somehow

tropical. She was everything a teen could ask for, as was evident as she pulled

herself out of the pool. She was slim, with amble breasts, curving hips and

delicate limbs. This was while she was dripping wet. Once dried and coiffure,

she was probably a total stunner.She noted my gaze. She smiled as

she stepped up and placed her paw under my chin. She pushed it up gently.

"Stares are fine young man, but it's impolite to stare slack jawed. It's

unbecoming!"I was suddenly embarrassed. And confused

I might add. Why was I here?Carl held out a towel for this fine

lady, who, it turns out did have a first name. It was Melodia. I doubt she was

born with it, but it suited her so who was I to question it? She wrapped

herself in the enormous towel and took another for her head.  She sat down in the unoccupied chair, like a

rose between two thorns."So Paul, " she started. I was

immediately caught up in her voice. "Carl tells me good things about you. From

what I can see of you, he has not lied. You see, I think poor Carl is too busy.

Too many things for him to handle. He needs a helper, and who better than

someone he knows and trusts. Right Carl?"                Carl

smiled. "Yeah, I think he'll be able to do those things that I'm not equipped

for."I was watching them both, for it

was plain to see they were playing a game. I spoke up. "Carl can do any job

better that I can Mrs. Tendleton. He's bigger and stronger. She grinned. "Yes, the dear boy is

as you say." Then she sighed. "But some jobs require a little more finesse. And

the right tool."Now I wasn't getting this. Ok, so I

was naive and a little stupid. I was still on edge about being here, and even

more so now. Carl was chuckling a little too comfortably. I turned to say

something to him, but decided to hold my tongue. I was getting too flustered.

Melodia did a little stage cough. I turned to see what she wanted. She stood and removed the towel

from her hair, shaking it free. She smiled at me, not a condescending one, but

a genuine smile. "Carl said you were kind of cute. I agree. But you need to man

up. You can't be a boy forever!"She dropped the main towel, which

wasn't a big deal until she did it. I mean, she was wearing a bikini

underneath...right? No. Somehow; somewhere in our conversation she had managed to

strip it off. She was naked! I suddenly got all the vague references. A bulge

appeared in my shorts. She noticed and smiled. "It's a good start!"She grabbed my paw and took Carl's

and led us back inside the house. I was literally shaking in my shoes, saved

from such indignity by that lack of any footwear whatsoever.  Carl, being bold and apparently knowing the

drill, was out of his trunks immediately. God his cock was big. I suddenly felt

out of place, like a regular dog at a porno shoot. Melodia read my thoughts."Don't worry young man. I have an

itch that Carl can't reach."He chuckled. "Oh, I can reach it...""Yes darling I suppose you can. But

then my itch would turn into something less comfortable. Your friend will work

perfectly."I didn't know what I was supposed

to do, and I didn't care. She was beautiful and sexy and I was going to get

laid. I was sill scared by the fact that her husband could have us both

kidnapped and shot, but that made this all the more exciting. My shorts hit the

floor like lead.She reached out and stroked my

cock. I thought I would cum right then. "Yes, this will do perfectly." She

purred out the last word like she was a cat. It was somehow sensual in way it

shouldn't have been, but I liked it.Carl lay down on the bed, his

massive boner red and hot and stiff as a board. Melodia climbed up on top of

him, spread her legs and slipped over it with a gasp. I was left standing there

awkwardly, watching them and not knowing what I was supposed to do. She turned her

head around and motioned for me to come over. I did, still a little lost.She grabbed some of the tanning

lotion and rubbed my cock with it before reaching around to rub some on her

tailhole. Once she was certain I got the idea, she handed the bottle to me. I

gathered some up and worked it in, feeling more confident as I went. When she

didn't mind, I wiggled in a finger, then two. I could see now why I had been

called in. Her ass was way too small for Carl.

He would have busted down the door to the back entrance like a S.W.A.T. team.

As it was, he looked like a log crammed into the front. I had seen situations

like this in some pornos, so from this point on my role was obvious.I was a little too eager I suppose.

But my cock proved to be a perfect fit. 

Even as it slipped in, I could feel Carl's massive cock on the other

side. I had never had anal sex before, so this was sort of an additional thrill.

Here I was butt fucking the beautiful wife of the richest man around.She grunted as I grabbed her

shoulders and went to work. Carl was doing the same. It was hard to believe

this lady needed anything, but I guess money only bought you so much. I forced

myself to chill. I leaned back and anchored myself with her gorgeous tail. Carl

moved his arms around her back and he worked her over for a good half an hour.  It felt sort of dirty what I was going, but if

she wanted it...I had been fighting down an orgasm

for nearly the whole time. I didn't want to seem like an amateur. I was thankful

when Carl started going a little crazy because I knew I could finally let

loose. We came at about the same time, my wad bursting through my cock with

lightning speed. I could feel my cum piling out into her tight ass with a vengeance.Since I was on top, I pulled out

first and got off of her. She was giving Carl sweet kisses before she moved. I

got a quick glance at two gaping holes before she stood up. Carl sat up and

grabbed her by the paw, pulling her back down. She giggled. "So Melodia, did I do good?"She looked at me. "Yes, he'll do

just fine. Young man, can you stay a little longer than a few days?"My cock was already hardening. "Ma'am,

I'll stay until you kick me out!"And so started what I thought was

going to be the worst summer ever. I was so totally wrong. It went down as the

one nothing else would ever beat.