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Chapter 1
It was almost one a.m. The dance floor was crowded, swollen with an
erotic jostling of squirming loins and legs and asses. Angie had been
dancing almost nonstop for the last two or three hours. She loved
dancing--it made her feel so alive, so sexy. It was dancing that let her
express all the latent urges and frustrations that smoldered beneath the
surface of her seemingly calm and self-confident appearance. She let
herself go on the dance floor as she did nowhere else, sensuously
writhing her hips and buttcheeks in their flesh-hugging trousers with
the rhythmic abandon of a well-trained belly dancer. In fact she had
taken belly-dancing lessons for a few months. But, like so many of her
fleeting fancies, that one had soon fallen by the wayside.
At last the hot, urgent number that had been throbbing on for the last
fifteen or twenty minutes, hypnotizing the dancers in their own private
fervor of rock ecstasy, came to an end. Though Angie knew that her
forehead was beaded with a light film of sweat, that her throat was
parched, that her exhausted limbs longed for a moment's break, she
remained standing, waiting for the next number to start, airily
oblivious to the entreating looks of her tired partner.
Angie and her date, Dave Wagner, had exchanged scarcely more than a
handful of words since they'd entered the nightclub. And that was just
fine with Angie. She had had little enthusiasm for Dave's advances so
far, but the handsome real-estate agent had been persistent so, equally
bored with the prospect of an evening at home in front of the TV, Angie
had agreed to come dancing. When she was dancing, it didn't really
matter who she was with. She could enjoy herself just grooving on the
hard, insistent presence of the music, her head empty of anything but
the beat, her body leading an existence all its own, flying with the
band, turning on to their wavelength--and moving.
From time to time she emerged from her private world to note admiring
glances from the men dancing nearby. Their admiration gave her a feeling
of power, of confidence. She didn't need them. She was operating on a
plane far away from them. But still she enjoyed the titillation of their
heated glances on her full swaying tits that moved freely under the thin
covering of her Indian cheesecloth blouse, on her rounded ass grinding
sensuously inside her clinging, modishly long jeans. She had left her
shoes under their table, and even her bare feet on the cool dance floor
felt incredibly sensuous as her toes gripped the tiles in methodical
response to the beat.
The band had struck up another number, only this time it was a slow
mournful ballad, the first of the evening. Angie was disappointed and
turned to return to their table, deciding that this was as good a time
as any to enjoy a drink and a rest. But before she reached the edge of
the dance floor, Dave had grabbed her hand and pulled her back towards
him, enclosing her in a tight embrace and a slow waltz rhythm.
Resignedly she acquiesced, burying her blonde head in her partner's
shoulder and gradually letting herself drift with this more subtle call
of the music.
Dave Wagner had been waiting all evening for his chance to lay hands on
the ripe, sexy-looking body that had been grinding so tantalizingly, so
teasingly before his rapt gaze for the last several hours.
Jeez, she's a hot one, he'd said to himself, barely able to keep his
hands by his sides as he surveyed the rounded lushness of her full boobs
under her blouse. Obviously she was wearing no bra, but her tits still
stood up firm and luscious, almost begging to be squeezed and caressed.
When she'd turned her back to him and wiggled that tight swelling ass
right at him, he felt a responsive jerk in the crotch of his pants. This
woman turned him on, and no mistake, but she seemed cool, distant. He
figured it would take a little of the old psychology to get into her
pants tonight.
And the first step had been to get her into a close embrace, dancing
slowly and gently with her held tight in his arms. He felt she could
learn to trust him this way, realize that he wasn't going to attack her
the first minute he got near her.
That would come later, once he'd got her nicely mellowed with booze and
seduced into the plush confines of his lavish bachelor pad.
Angie began to sing silently to herself along with the music, her body
swaying in comfortable harmony with the big man who held her so strong
and close.
Maybe this isn't going to be such a crummy evening after all, she
thought dreamily. Maybe big boy here has more sensitivity than I
thought. I figured he'd be the type to clutch first and wonder how I
felt about it later ... He's sure got some bod, too. If he's got a cock
to match, it must really be a huge hunk of meat.
She ran her hands lightly over Dave's well-muscled back and shoulders,
relishing the firm, hard feel of him through his silk shirt. The music
was pulling its old tricks. Making her ravenously horny and high as a
boozed-up slut.
"Hey, Angie, baby, what's the matter? Didn't you hear me?"
"Huh? Oh, I'm sorry, Dave. Lost in the music, I guess. What did you
say?"
"I asked you how you'd like to sit down and have a nice quiet drink for
a change. I don't know about you, but my tongue feels like a little
patch of the Sahara."
"Yeah, I guess a drink sounds pretty good."
Angie's suspicions of Dave had given way to a dreamy compliance. She was
getting into a good mood for the night ahead, and she was ready to come
down from her solitary cloud. She edged in close beside Dave in the
booth and downed her drink thirstily when it arrived. Delighted with the
signs of success for the night's seduction, Dave quickly ordered
refills.
"Looks like you were thirstier than you thought," Dave kidded her as his
hand rode lightly up the inside of her thigh under the table. He noticed
the dreamy unmistakable look in his date's eye and realized he could
very likely do anything he wanted with her at this point. She was ready.
Funny--he'd noticed a lot of chicks got like that when they were
dancing.
The music must really get to them, he thought. All that squirming and
gyrating around starts the old juices flowing in their pussies.
When their refills had arrived, he began to sip slowly at his bourbon,
even as his free hand rose steadily towards the crotch of Angie's tight
jeans. He felt her pussy wriggle slightly, encouraging his explorations,
and Dave cursed the day women had ever started wearing pants. Sure made
it hard for a guy to cop a free feel.
"This place is beginning to bore me."
Angie tossed her long blonde hair back from her eyes and turned to face
her companion, her red lips glowing wet and full in the dim light, her
eyes bright with passion.
"What say you and I get out of here and find someplace more comfortable
to talk ... and things?" She giggled kittenishly and snuggled her face
into Wagner's neck for a moment before rising to leave.
Dave was a little slow to follow her, unaccustomed as he was to women
who took the lead in seduction. The way he played the game, it was he
who called the shots, he who decided when they should retire to his cozy
little penthouse apartment. He wasn't entirely sure he enjoyed the
reversal of roles. Took some of the fun out of it somehow.
"Well, are you coming or do I have to see myself home?" Angie was
standing above him, hands on full hips, smile taunting. Gulping down the
rest of his drink as well as what remained of hers, Dave rose a little
unsteadily to his feet and followed the sultry blonde towards the exit.
Heads turned as Angie walked by, her asscheeks churning like they were
at war with each other, her tits bouncing invitingly in front of her,
her long legs moving in a slow and sensuous rhythm.
Dave felt his desire to fuck the shapely, obviously highly sexed woman
returning as he realized there probably wasn't a man in the joint who
wouldn't happily change places with him tonight. God, what a bod, he
congratulated himself. You really know how to pick them, Wagner. And
you're just the guy to show her what real cock is, too.
Surreptitiously he gave his prick a little pat through his pants as he
passed through the doors into the cooler night air. Wagner was proud of
his nine hard inches of dick and the way all the girls stared wide-eyed
when they got a look at his tool.
Once she was out on the sidewalk, Angie turned to wait for him and saw
him rub his hand lightly over his crotch. A coquettish gleam in her eye,
she extended her own hand to trace the path Dave's had just taken.
Reassured by the growing cock-bulge there, she rose on tiptoes to plant
her lips firmly yet briefly on his.
"Mmm, feels good down there," she told him lewdly, her blue eyes
penetrating his in the gleam of the streetlight.
Wagner nervously turned his head to left and right to make sure they
were not being observed. The only person around was one of the club
bouncers who'd come out for a quick break and a smoke, but he was
looking in the other direction. Reassured, Dave took Angie by the arm
and led her towards the parking lot and his car.
Angie had noted her date's nervousness after she copped a feel of his
crotch, and she smiled up at him a little condescendingly as he took her
arm. "What's the matter?" she taunted him. "Worried about your
reputation?"
"There are just some things I think ought to be done in private, that's
all," he told her tersely as he held the car door open for her.
"Jeez, that takes a lot of the fun out of life," Angie replied gaily
before he'd closed her door. She was in a raw reckless mood, the product
of a lot of dancing and a little liquor. Though she knew already she
would never really like Dave Wagner, she admired his strong body and
handsome features.
Angie was game for some wild fucking tonight. And the sooner they
started the better.
Realizing she had probably wounded Dave's feelings a moment ago, she
decided it would be a good idea to play the game his way for a little
while, to get him back in the mood.
As they drove in silence along the beach highway, the radio filling the
void of conversation with some after-midnight jazz, Angie slid over
closer to the brooding man and laid a hand gently on his upper arm,
snuggling her face against his shoulder.
"Mmmm, you're so nice and strong," she cooed in a deep lusty whisper,
running her fingers appreciatively over his biceps and shoulder.
Though he had been rather perturbed by Angie's taunting remarks, Dave
felt his anger abate in proportion to the soothing effect of her hand on
his arm. True, she was a pretty wild woman, gutsier than the women he
was used to, more shameless in a sense, but her touch at the moment was
gentle and soothing.
Dave felt a hot ache in his balls that signaled his renewed desire to
fuck her.
"Gee, the beach is so pretty tonight," Angie murmured, her soft breath
grazing his ear as she spoke. "Why don't we go down and sift sand with
our toes for a few minutes?"
Wagner agreed readily, pulling his Cadillac to an abrupt halt on the
bluff overlooking the long moonlit strip of merging sand and surf. He
was excited by the idea of a few minutes' necking on the beach. It would
be a fitting prelude to champagne and seduction back at his apartment.
They left their shoes in the car and rolled up their pantlegs so they
could walk through the shallows. The cool water felt soothing and
refreshing after the long night's dancing.
Angie and Dave walked along hand in hand for a few moments, neither
speaking, both momentarily overwhelmed by the easeful beauty of their
environment.
Suddenly Angie released Dave's hand and turned to face him, both hands
rising to the back of her head to raise her long, silky blonde locks and
toss them sensuously back from her grasp. The action made her boobs rise
invitingly towards her partner.
Almost involuntarily, Dave's hands rose to grasp one firm-fleshed jug in
each hand and give them a hard excited squeeze. Just the feel of her
tits, even through her blouse, made his cock jerk impatiently.
God, what fantastic knockers, he thought feverishly, just like
new-picked, ripe, juicy melons. I can hardly wait to get her naked and
moaning on that big waterbed of mine.
Angie had been watching the effects of her maneuver eagerly. The
stimulating caresses of the slight sea breeze coupled with her own
thoroughly aroused sensuality had given her an idea. She wanted to fuck
right there on the beach, right in the surf. It was one of her erotic
dreams, and she figured tonight was as good a time as any to realize it.
"Kiss me," she whispered huskily, her own mouth already reaching forward
for Dave's.
Excited by her avid invitation, Dave enclosed the voluptuous blonde in
his arms and planted his mouth down firmly on her full trembling lips.
He was startled by the ardor with which her small searching tongue
darted right up into his mouth, dueling tantalizingly with his own and
searching out the farthest recesses of his throat.
She was thrusting her lush body invitingly against him, her belly
grinding lewdly against his hardening prick, her boobs cushioning
themselves generously against his chest. A low groan curdled hoarsely in
her throat and then developed into a more vocal whimper as he reached
down a hand to massage roughly at the round, churning globe of one ripe
asscheek.
Jeez, I've never seen anything so hot, not even a cat in heat, Dave
thought wonderingly to himself, as his mouth worked feverishly to keep
up with hers. I'd better get her home quick before she makes me come in
my pants.
It was only with difficulty that he managed to draw his mouth back from
hers so he could speak.
"Jesus, honey, you're really something else," he said, his face
contorting into a hungry leer as he stared into the lust-heavy eyes she
directed so pleadingly towards his own. "What say you and I go back to
my place where we can be more comfortable?"
Gently he began to lead her back towards the stairs that led to the top
of the bluff and his car. His mind was already lost in erotic pictures
of the fuck to come, and it took him a moment to realize that Angie was
actually resisting his lead.
"Let's not go yet," she cooed, her lips again reaching for his, one hand
grasping his hand and leading it to the warm swell of her cunt-mound. As
her tongue stabbed hotly between his lips, one hand pulled down the
zipper of her jeans while the other encouraged his fingers to enter the
gap she'd opened for him.
Dave was ready to argue with the horny blonde, when his attention was
arrested by the startling discovery that she wore no panties under her
jeans.
Why, the little bitch, he thought excitedly, churning that ass in every
direction all night and all the time she's naked under her pants. Looks
like she's always cock-hungry. Well, she's come to the right man, if I
can just get her off this fucking beach.
But Dave was now in less of a hurry as his finger explored the soft,
sparse fur of her pussy-hair and wormed its way to the top of her gash
and into moist contact with the already hardened nub of her clitoris.
His fingertip prodded and circled the turgid bud frantically while his
mouth melded hotly with hers. His finger was trying with difficulty to
move down her puffy slit and reach her obviously seeping cunt-mouth, but
her jeans were so tight that, even with the zipper open, it was
difficult to make headway.
Angie realized at once what Dave's problem was and she wriggled her butt
in broad lewd circles, helping the man work her pants far enough down so
he could slip a finger up into her craving cunt-hole.
How she wanted to fuck! Frenziedly and intensely, right here at the edge
of the tide. She wanted this spontaneous animal coupling like she hadn't
wanted anything for a long time.
"AAAaagghhh!" she moaned suddenly as Dave's finger finally worked its
way inside the tight mouth of her quivering cunt.
"Oh, yes! Yes, that's it," she crooned into his shoulder as she ground
her twat down to meet the thrusting finger, her senses glittering with
lust.
"Finger-fuck me, lover! Do it to me right here on the beach. I need it
so bad, Davie."
Her hands roved caressingly over the big man's ass as she spread her
legs a little wider and thrust her clitoris against the palm of his hand
while her cunt-hole rhythmically swallowed and disgorged the maddening
intrusion of his finger. She reached up to kiss him once again, her wet
lips sucking hungrily on his tongue that jabbed out to meet her, in lewd
simulation of the finger-fucking that was going on down below.
Angie felt uncontrollable waves of animal excitement wash over her horny
body. Her need for his cock was building furiously, and she thought she
might even be able to come once before she asked him to fuck her. She
didn't think she could hold out that long, though.
Angie wanted something longer and harder and thicker than a finger up
inside her juicing snatch. Her whole world had become that rousing
sensation up inside her cunt and the skewering tongue ramming in and out
between her lips.
Dave had almost forgotten his designs for the evening in the sheer
eroticism of what was happening right now here on this lovely deserted
beach. He was holding the wildest creature he had ever encountered,
ramming his tongue down her throat and his finger up her pussy, and he
was beginning to think she was going to go right out of her mind the way
she was grinding and churning her cunt-mound up against his hand. He
gripped her firmly around the shoulder to brace them both against her
expected reaction to the second finger he shot up her hotly juicing
cunt.
Angie's reaction to the second finger shoved up into her clasping twat
was at least as intense as Dave had expected. She began humping over his
hand more feverishly, rising on tiptoes just to shove her pussy down
even harder onto the erect shaft of his cock-stiff finger.
"Oh, God, yes, yes!" she cried again and again, her head thrown back,
her mouth abandoning Dave's lips as her whole being concentrated on the
climax that was building deep in her belly.
"Do it, Dave! Shove your fingers up my cunt! God, my pussy feels so
wonderful! Just another minute and I'm going to come ..."
Angie's whole being froze as those wonderful fingers suddenly abandoned
her cunt completely. Dave wrapped his arms around her and stood very
still, his body rigid with alert intensity.
"My God! What did you stop for?" Angie wailed. "You bastard! I was just
going to--Mmmmpphh ..."
Her words were stifled by Dave's hand shoving her head roughly forward
against his chest. She was held firmly and could not get free, much as
she struggled against his restraining grasp. Frustrated in her
struggles, she held still to catch her breath, and it was only then she
heard voices fading down the beach.
"Christ, let's get out of here," Dave breathed through clenched teeth.
"Those people must think we're some kind of goddamned animals."
So roughly that she was not able to resist this time, Dave dragged Angie
across the beach and up the stairs, his feverish energy not abating
until they were safely inside the car and heading on up the highway.
Angie was unable to speak for some time. Her whole body was trembling
with the violence of her frustrated orgasm coupled with her reaffirmed
disgust for her nervous companion. At last she felt she'd calmed down
enough to speak.
"Well, I've seen some chicken-shit maneuvers in my time, but that had to
take the cake," she growled through tight lips, her gaze directed
unswervingly at the road ahead.
"What was I supposed to do ... give them a goddamn encore? They must
really have got an eyeful as it was."
"So damn what? They don't know us. We don't know them. They were
probably looking for a deserted spot to do the same thing. Everybody
fucks, you know. There's nothing weird or freaky about it. Men have been
sticking their fingers up women's cunts since Day One. I'm sure our
strollers didn't learn anything new tonight."
Dave turned towards Angie and stared hard at her set profile for a
moment, his thoughts a mixture of confusion and disgust.
"You haven't got any idea of shame, have you, Angie?" he asked in a
voice that was hard and flat. "You'd probably fuck a rhinoceros in
Safeway at high noon without blinking an eyelash, wouldn't you?"
He paused a moment, and when no response was forthcoming, he goaded her:
"Well, wouldn't you?"
She turned towards him at last. "A rhinoceros would undoubtedly be more
interesting company than you are. You're so cooped up in your narrow
little life you haven't got the imagination to try to do something a
little different now and then. It obviously scares the piss out of you.
You are a chicken-shit little coward, that's all, Mr. Wagner." She
smiled sadistically in his direction. "And if you've got the address of
that rhinoceros, I'd appreciate it if you'd pass it on."
Neither spoke for a good ten minutes. As he drove, Dave's contempt for
the highly sexed young blonde began to flower into a kind of perverse
passion. Despite the fact that he wanted nothing to do with her after
tonight, he was turned on by the idea of taking her home and fucking her
ears off, then throwing her out when he was finished with her.
He figured that was just the sort of thing Angie deserved--and would
probably really go for. He'd heard broads as raunchy as this one just
loved to be pushed around. Well, he could handle it. She'd taken enough
shots at his ego this evening to make him want to get some of his own
back ... with maybe a little extra for good measure.
Angie felt hurt and frustrated inside. Why didn't she ever come across
anyone who enjoyed good imaginative sex the way she did? They were
either Don Juans or sadists. There was no happy medium.
Jeez, I don't want to see another man for a month, she thought
desperately. But the nagging itch in her cunt told her differently.
At last Angie began to realize that they were passing through her
neighborhood. Did this bastard still think she was going home with him
after all that? Not goddamn likely!
"Take me home, Dave," she commanded. "You missed my turnoff back there."
Dave's erotic thoughts had mellowed his earlier anger. "What the hell,
Angie. Can't we be friends? It was a misunderstanding, and I know you
feel bad 'cause you didn't get to come, but I guarantee I'll make it up
to you ten times over." He leered invitingly in her direction.
"Forget it," Angie replied in a voice that was firm and hard. "I like
men, not boys, so we've obviously got nothing in common. I want to go
home."
His anger reignited, Dave brought the big Cadillac to a screeching halt.
"I've got a good mind to fuck your ass off right here! Might teach you
something about manners, bitch!"
"Manners are only important to people who haven't got the guts to act
the way they feel. And as to teaching me a lesson about anything, you
ought to know the sheriff's department patrols this route regularly.
Aren't you afraid they'd catch you at it and see your cock?"
Dave had had enough. "Get out of this car before I rearrange your face,
slut."
Angie suddenly felt nervous. She didn't relish walking the streets alone
at three in the morning. "Aren't you going to be gentleman enough to
drive me?"
"Get out," he repeated, and this time Angie was convinced she'd better
not try the big man's patience any further. She opened the door and got
out of the car.
As soon as the door was shut, the Cadillac sped off, showering the young
blonde in a cloud of dust. Bending forward to brush herself off, Angie
noticed her fly was still open. Quickly she zipped it up, and then
looked dubiously around her.
The road was deserted.
It was a good twelve blocks to her apartment, and she decided that,
rather than chance it, she'd stop by her friend Sally's house and ask to
sleep on her couch for the night. The house was less than two blocks
away, and Sally was her best friend. She wouldn't mind.
Fatigue now replacing her horniness, Angie began trudging resignedly
towards the house, watching the ground for bits of broken glass or sharp
rocks. Her shoes were still in Dave Wagner's car.
Chapter 2
Sally wasn't home. Angie had been ringing on first the front and then
the back doorbell for the past five minutes, but the only response she'd
got was the frenzied barking of Sally's dog, Saxon, who was playing the
part of watchdog with tireless zeal. Angie could hear him clawing at the
other side of the back door as she stood, defeated, trying to summon up
the courage to continue on home. She was on the verge of tears.
She was about to give up and head back out onto the street when a
thought struck her. Once when she had come back from the movies with
Sally, her friend had rummaged under one of the planters on the back
patio and come up with the key. On impulse, hoping against hope, Angie
slid her fingers in under the wrought-iron planter, feeling about ...
until she found it. Giggling to herself with relief, she unlocked the
back door and eased herself in, appeasing the big German shepherd by
calling his name and reaching out to pat his large head.
"Easy, Saxon. Hi, boy. You remember old Angie, don't you? Sure, you do.
We're good friends. That's right, boy,"
She giggled aloud as the big animal jumped up on her and began to cover
her face in eager dog-kisses.
"Whoa, whoa, boy! Enough's enough already. I can't breathe."
When she'd recovered from her fit of giggles, she slipped back outside
to replace the key, then locked herself carefully into the house. The
dog stood eagerly by the door watching her, his tail wagging like a
metronome, his head tilted in anticipation of what she would do next.
Angie couldn't help smiling at the lovable animal's playful excitement.
"You've been lonely, haven't you, boy? Did mean old Sally go out and
leave her handsome baby all by himself?"
She sat on a kitchen chair, and Saxon immediately sat in front of her so
she could pet him.
"I can't imagine why Sally would want to go out with some guy when she's
got a lovable brute like you at home for company. Why, you're the next
best thing to a rhinoceros!"
She laughed aloud, remembering Dave Wagner's taunting comment that she
would fuck a rhinoceros if she got the chance. She had, in fact, little
doubt that she would not fuck a rhinoceros, but a handsome beauty like
Saxon here might be something else again.
Angie's face became serious as she recalled how horny she was and how
she'd been literally robbed of her orgasm by that creep of a salesman.
She supposed she'd have to settle for her own fingers up her cunt again,
but ... she had heard rumors about girls backing their dogs. Was it
possible? Could any woman really stoop to letting herself be screwed by
an animal?
"Don't be dumb, Angie," she chided herself aloud. "I think the horniness
is making you lose your marbles."
But a germ of the idea remained, and her face clouded slightly with the
vague haze of building lust.
"Well, may as well go off to my lonely bed," she announced as she rose
to her feet. "I doubt if we can expect your mistress home at this hour,
Saxon old buddy. So I guess it's just you and me for the night. I don't
suppose Sally would mind if I slept on her bed."
She headed straight for the bedroom, the dog trotting close at her
heels. The big double bed looked inviting, with its neatly arrayed cover
of purple satin and a plush pile of blue, green and gold pillows. The
colors were reflected startlingly in a large mirror inlaid in the
ceiling directly over the bed.
"When it comes to her bedroom, Sally lives like Cleopatra, doesn't she,
Saxon? Imagine wanting to watch yourself getting screwed. What a lewd
lady my dear friend is!"
Angie felt a little ripple of salacious arousal run up her thigh as she
imagined her lovely dark-haired girlfriend being fucked furiously on the
bed while she watched herself and her lover in the mirror overhead.
Feeling the fire in her cunt flaring once again, she shook her head
impatiently and yawned a slow exaggerated yawn, arms reaching high over
her head.
"Well, Saxon, I guess I'll sack out. It's been one of those evenings,
boy."
Undressing was a simple affair. She drew her blouse up over her head and
stepped out of her jeans--and she was naked. Angie preferred not to wear
underwear. She liked the sensual feel of her rougher outer clothes
directly against her skin.
She tossed her clothes over the back of a chair and turned to face the
dog, surprised to find him appraising the full length of her lushly
molded body like any male confronted by a naked female. She was
strangely tempted to cover her cunt-mound and her nipples with her
hands, so penetrating was the animal's stare.
Amused to find herself actually blushing, Angie laughed aloud to ease
the unnatural tension that had seized her and headed back to the living
room and Sally's well-stocked bar.
"I think a nightcap would hit the spot, Saxon," she told the dog, who
was again following at her heels. "Only way I'll ever get to sleep
tonight," she muttered desperately, and bent forward to inspect the
liquor bottles.
As she reached for the vermouth, a cold, wet, exciting contact at her
momentarily exposed gash almost made her drop the bottle. Turning around
quickly, she found the dog was staring up at her with something like a
smile on his handsome face. Guiltily she realized he must have been
attracted by the odor of her earlier excitement and had naturally sought
to investigate in the manner of all dogs--with his nose.
Angie felt herself trembling as she set the bottle on top of the bar and
reached carefully for the rye, this time making sure that her butt would
not protrude invitingly in Saxon's direction. She mixed herself a
Manhattan and headed back to the bedroom, sipping the drink in an effort
to steady the trembling in her knees.
Even that fleeting contact of nose on cunt had felt incredibly good,
reminding Angie even more acutely this time of the unsated need
simmering in her empty snatch. She was going to have to quench the fire
before she went to sleep, but first she needed a drink.
The dog's constant presence at her side was beginning to unnerve her,
and she realized she was going to have to loosen her inhibitions before
she could bring herself to touch her own pussy in front of him. True, he
was only a dumb animal, but there was something about him, as though he
actually felt her need to get laid and was concerned about it ... As
though he knew that she needed a big, stiff cock, and was slightly
amused by her bewildered frustration.
Angie lay back against the pillows and sipped steadily at her drink,
enjoying the almost immediate soothing effect of the alcohol. She
suddenly felt good about being here in her friend's apartment with the
dog Saxon instead of back at her lonely apartment or, particularly, off
somewhere screwing that asshole Wagner.
She felt a renewed affection for the big dog sitting patiently at the
foot of the bed, his massive head resting on the bedspread as his eyes
locked to hers.
"Come on, Saxon. Come up and sit beside me, boy. Old Angie's lonely
again. Just seem to strike out with people, but you like me, don't you,
Saxon?"
For answer, the German shepherd leaped enthusiastically onto the bed and
clambered over the naked blonde, lapping hungrily at her face until she
again collapsed in giggles.
"Oh, Saxon! Oh, oh, ooooh-eeeeee! Stop it, boy. You're killing me!"
To escape the big dog's ardent caresses, she rolled partway onto her
side away from him, her head buried in her hands, her arms clutched to
her sides.
Enthused by this new game, Saxon crouched playfully on his front paws,
his rear end wagging tirelessly in the air as he tried to nose his way
in under the protective armor of Angie's clenched arms. His nose bored
in at her side until it made sudden titillating contact with the
sensitive surface of one partially concealed tit.
"Oh, Saxon!" Angie gasped, her cunt suddenly aquiver with the reviving
heat of her earlier frustrated excitement. Almost without her willing
it, her arms fell away from her chest and she rolled onto her back to
give the dog easier access to her sensitive boobs. She gripped the dog's
head to encourage him to pay more attention to her swelling jugs.
But Saxon needed no encouragement. As though he knew precisely what was
expected of him, the German shepherd ran his long pink tongue wetly over
first one lust-sensitized tit and then the other, the rough surface of
his tongue driving Angie's nipples to hard, alert erection.
"That's it, boy! Yes ... oh, yes, lick my tits like that, Saxon! It
feels wonderful."
Angie's eyes had been closed for the last few moments, but they suddenly
flew open as the animal's tongue made one particularly titillating swipe
over her aching tit-peaks.
It was then that she caught first lewd sight of her own quivering
nakedness splayed out wantonly beneath the massive working head of the
German shepherd. Their image in the mirror overhead reminded Angie
abruptly of the forbiddenness of this erotic play with an animal, even
as her nerve endings responded more and more openly to the moist
attentions at her boobs, crying for more of the maddening tonguing.
Seized with sudden shame even as her tits continued to respond to the
avid licking, as her ass ground lewdly down into the satin spread, she
reached over to the bedside table for what was left of her Manhattan and
downed it greedily in one long swallow. The somewhat dizzying effect of
the alcohol dulled her conscience for the moment, so she felt freer to
concentrate on the wonderful sensations being drawn from her full
quivering jugs by Saxon's strangely talented tongue.
Angie wanted more ... more of the dog's wonderful licking ... She wanted
to feel that marvelous tongue all over her naked, horny body.
"That's right, Saxon. Yeah, that's the way, boy! You know I almost think
I could come just from your doing this if you kept at it long enough."
Angie reached up to grab the pillows over her head, using them for
support as she twisted and tossed her ripe sensitized body beneath the
tirelessly licking dog.
"Oh, God! Oh, yes ... it's beautiful! I've never felt so good! Saxon
baby, you're the greatest!"
This time, in response to the writhing female's voice, Saxon raised his
head from her boobs to again lap her face with a friendly frantic kiss.
There was a difference now, though. Instead of giggling and turning her
head away, Angie extended her own tongue in wanton response to the dog's
caress, meeting his tongue in a depraved kiss.
"Oh, what a beautiful tongue!" she moaned abandonedly between kisses as
she thrust her tits up to rub against the dog's thick soft fur, reaching
a leg over momentarily so she could rub her cunt against Saxon's strong
flanks. She clutched frenziedly at the pillows surrounding her head,
sucking and lapping at the dog's tongue in a heated parody of healthy
human passion.
As her pussy began to respond to the feel of the soft doggie fur rubbing
against it, Angie suddenly knew exactly what she wanted. Her cunt simply
could not bear to be neglected any longer. She had to feel that
wonderful, long rough tongue working over her sensitive gash, satisfying
the frustration that had been burning in her cunt for hours now.
She gripped Saxon firmly on either side of the head and guided him down
to the pink moist slit that now lay in quivering anticipation of his
attentions.
"Lick my pussy for me, Saxon. Be a good doggie. Your Angie needs it so
bad. She needs someone to make her snatch feel good."
She was surprised by how quickly the dog got the idea of what she
wanted, though she imagined her cunt had to be hot enough to be sending
out some strong scent-signals of its own.
The dog's tongue lapped over her belly, probing excitingly into the
little depression of her navel before it began to nuzzle at the sparse
blonde hairs of her beaver. Holding her breath, she forced the dog's
head down that little extra distance until his nose made wet, startling
contact with the pert, moist nub of her clitoris, surprising it into
quick erection.
"Oh, Saxon, that's where I need it, boy! Lick my pussy, honey. Lick it
for Angie."
Excited by her own wanton arousal, she hunched her pussy-mound upward
slightly to encourage the shepherd to probe deeper into her moist, pink
split.
"Oh, Goddddd!"
At last the long rough dog-tongue was sliding excitingly over the
waiting flaps of her trembling cunt-lips, driving the frustrated blonde
to new heights of horny abandon.
"Jeez, it feels so fucking good! I don't believe how good your tongue
feels! Lick my cunt, Saxon!"
Her whole body aquiver with lust, Angie looked down at the dark animal
head burrowing into her pussy-crack, then up at the overhead mirror,
where she surveyed the bestial scene with glassy eyes.
Her hair, all subtle shades of white and soft gold, was splayed
carelessly over the colorful pillows. Her face was soft and full with
the compelling abandon of total lust. Her tits seemed swollen and heavy
with their unnatural lovemaking. Her belly ... how it quivered and
swayed and seemed to plead for more of the big dog muzzle that was
buried so obscenely between her shapely thighs.
Feeling her depraved excitement grow, Angie spread her legs even farther
apart so her cunt was totally and defenselessly splayed before the
greedily lapping dog. Saxon's whole long powerful body was snuggled
comfortably between her trembling long, milk-white legs.
"We make a beautiful couple," she told her canine lover as she
contemplated the contrast between her own white skin and the dog's furry
dark presence between her lewdly spread legs. Even as she watched their
perverted coupling in the mirror overhead, Angie could feel the arousal
growing in her moistly responding pussy. Her clitoris palpitated
repeatedly from the effects of the stimulating tongue. Her cunt flowered
wide-open to the energetic dog-lapping.
Angie was riding high on the wings of a perverse sensuality that she had
never known before, but that she knew instinctively she had been seeking
all along. She was experiencing an excitement and a sense of deep
satisfaction that had been totally missing from all the fucking and
sucking she'd had over the past months and years. Now at last, at the
age of twenty-five, she knew what it was to be totally turned on to sex,
to hold nothing back, to play no games--to simply give all she had to
the intense sensations of that very moment.
"Oh, Saxon, you're beautiful. Lick my cunt, boy! Do you know that
Angie's never felt this good? Not in her whole life!"
Her own wanton confession fired the woman's need even as she watched the
long, pink, talented animal-tongue dart eagerly again and again over the
trembling surface of her moistly glistening pussy-lips. She was
achieving a perverse satisfaction from the bizarre knowledge that she
was being made love to just as she had always wanted--and by a dog!
It had taken a dog to arouse her totally. Already she knew that she was
going to come tonight as she had never come before.
Her hotly gyrating crotch jerked powerfully as she felt the dog's tongue
prod and catch suddenly at the tight little pucker of her asshole.
Momentarily attracted to that nestled sphincter, Saxon lapped his tongue
again and again over her puckered shitter.
Angie had never experienced anything like this before, and she found
even this weird contact strangely titillating. Her dog-lover was already
teaching her new tricks, new possibilities of sensuality in the perverse
stimulation of her asshole. She ground her buttcheeks down in little
circles against the hard-working animal-tongue.
"Oh, yes, lick my asshole, darling! It feels so good! Everything you do
to me feels good, Saxon!"
The totally aroused blonde began to mewl and moan incoherently as she
closed her eyes and let her crotch hunch in tempo to the dog-tongue
lapping at her puffy gash. Her knees fell slackly apart so she was
getting maximum exposure to Saxon's clever tonguing, and she began to do
something she hadn't done for a good twenty-three years.
She stuck one thumb in her mouth and began sucking hungrily while her
lust-dazed brain concentrated fully on the good feeling in her cunt and
asshole.
Angie was so far gone now she realized anything this strong animal could
do to her would only feel good. She was so horny, so drunk on sex she
was completely open, completely ready for whatever Saxon might choose to
do to her.
The sense of her own weakness, her own total helplessness brought Angie
to a higher pitch of excitement. She knew it would only be moments now
until she was flooded by the warm, wild waves of her release.
Angie's butt began to churn more and more furiously down into the bed as
the dog's tongue ran maddeningly up and down the full length of her open
pussy-slit, from her taut little clitoris, over the quivering entrance
to her cunt, over the puckered circle of her asshole. The pace had
achieved a measured rhythm of its own that was hypnotizing Angie with
its erotic spell, driving the arousal from the smoldering depths of her
belly out to each and every palpitating nerve ending.
"That's it, Saxon! That's it! Just lick my cunt a little longer, baby,
and I'm going to--AAAHHHGGG!!" Angie came with a fury. She reached down
to grab the fur on Saxon's head and grind his tongue and nose more
tightly into her quivering pussy as wave after warm wave of release
washed over her entire body. She felt herself floating and then opening
wide to the sensations as her clitoris finally relaxed and her cunt was
momentarily freed of its nagging need.
She lay back once again against the pillows and looked up at the lewd
pair that was she and the German shepherd. As though sensing that the
woman's need had come to an end for the moment, Saxon had rested his
muzzle on Angie's crotch and was looking up at her with big, brown warm
eyes.
Angie looked at the dog through the valley between her tits and once
again she was struck by the extraordinary sensitivity and intelligence
that seemed to shine there.
"You really are an extraordinary creature, you know?" Angie told the dog
in a low, fond voice. "The only problem now is going to be--how do I
steal you away from your mistress?"
"Well, you can forget that right now. He stays with me."
It was Sally! She was standing in the bedroom doorway, a faint look of
amusement on her face.
"Did I interrupt something?" she asked casually as she moved towards the
bed.
Chapter 3
"Sally!"
Angie's voice betrayed horrified shock as she realized her girlfriend
must have seen her urging the dog to lap her cunt. She had to be
thinking she had a pervert for a friend--a woman that made love to a
dog, and talked to him as though he were a human lover.
"Wow, you sure scared me for a while there," Sally remarked as she sat
next to the blonde on the bed.
"I'm sorry, Sally, really I am!" Angie blurted out, her brain afire with
confused guilt and anxiety. Had she lost her best friend?
"I had a fight with my date and he wouldn't drive me home, so I came
here and you weren't home and just Saxon and I were alone together. And
I felt so lonely and so frustrated. Oh, damn men! It's all that Dave
Wagner's fault! If it weren't for him, neither you nor I would know what
a pervert I am."
Momentary anger gave way to tears as the contrite woman buried her face
in her hands and began to sob. Angie was surprised to feel a soothing
hand rubbing her shoulder and then down over a tit. Could it be that
Sally was going to forgive her the awful thing she'd done?
"Don't feel bad, Angie honey. I didn't see anything that shocked me. I
was just afraid for a minute there that I had prowlers. What a relief to
see it was only you and Saxon making out."
Sally laughed an easy comfortable laugh, one that conveyed no malice or
mockery, as Angie hesitantly removed her hands from her face and looked
up at her lovely friend.
"You mean ... you mean you aren't mad at me?"
Sally beamed and squeezed Angie's boob affectionately.
"Why should I be mad at you, honey? I do the same thing myself ... and a
heck of a lot more. You thought Saxon's tongue felt good, you ought to
try his cock."
That did it. Angie forgot to be self-conscious as she pulled herself up
to a sitting position and looked the other woman straight in the eye.
"You mean to tell me, Sally McLucas, that you've been fucking your dog?"
Sally didn't bat an eyelash. "Yup." Her face wore a mischievous grin.
"And you didn't even tell your best friend?" Angie was beginning to see
the humor of the situation herself.
"Little did I know my best friend would discover my pet's talents all by
herself. And then try to steal him away from right under my very nose."
It was Angie who started to giggle first, and soon both girls were
writhing on the bed, hugging each other and struggling against
convulsions of laughter. Excited by the commotion, Saxon began to bark
and wag his tail as he tripped over one and the other of them, licking a
face here, an arm there, a tit there. The girls pulled the dog down
between them and hugged him affectionately.
"He really is a wonderful dog, Sally. And I promise not to steal him
away if you promise to let me have visitors' rights."
"A deal."
"Deal." The girls playfully shook hands over Saxon's furry body.
When she had calmed down, Angie began to reconsider the startling
confession her girlfriend had just made.
Sally actually lets her dog fuck her! How could she?
Yet even as her moral senses bristled, Angie felt a new quiver of
excitement in her cunt as she began to toy with the idea of what it
would be like to have an animal cock up inside her horny twat. Saxon's
tongue had certainly felt unbelievably good--like nothing she had known
before. Maybe his cock would also offer fantastic delights to her
craving pussy.
As her mind investigated the possibilities, the tingling in her cunt
reminded Angie that, although she had experienced an orgasm, she was
still horny. She still needed and wanted something long and hard up
inside her snatch. She needed to get fucked.
But, no, it was crazy to even think about letting a dog screw her! Sally
was here now. She'd had her jollies for the night.
Sally watched as her friend became lost in thought. Though she wasn't
sure, Sally had a pretty good idea she knew what the other woman was
thinking. She herself had been incredibly aroused by the sight of her
lovely friend writhing in ecstasy on the bed while her dog licked her
pussy. She had been standing in the doorway for a good ten minutes
before she had revealed her presence. Now, she wanted to get her
jollies, too. She decided to take the chance that Angie might still be
aroused enough to agree to the obscene plan taking form in her mind.
Careful not to disturb her friend or Saxon, Sally rose from the bed and
began removing her clothes. She was aware of Angie's gaze on her as she
raised her floor-length dress high over her head to reveal her tall,
elegantly sculpted body in all its tanned nakedness. She felt titillated
by the sudden rush of cooler air on her skin, and by the knowledge that
her lovely friend was assessing her body with unabashed admiration.
"You're really beautiful, Sally. Funny--in all the time I've known you,
I've never once seen you naked. I always thought you were lovely, but I
didn't know just how lovely."
Angie's gaze remained riveted on Sally's body as the darker woman
stretched out beside her, on the opposite side now from where Saxon was
lying. This time the two women were stretched out naked against one
another: Angie a pale, lush natural blonde; Sally a tall, dusky-skinned
brunette.
Sally reached a sun-browned arm out over Angie's pale torso and began
kneading a tit, reaching forward to give the nipple a quick nip with her
teeth and then plant a long slow, wet kiss over the whole areola. At
last she raised her head and looked dreamily at her friend.
"You know, I've dreamed a lot about being naked like this with you.
You're beautiful, Angie, and your skin tastes so warm and milky, better
than an ice-cream cone." She scrunched up her nose in a wicked little
grin before again lowering her mouth to her friend's boob.
Though somewhat startled by this new revelation--that her friend also
liked to make love to other girls--Angie couldn't feel shocked. Sally's
mouth felt so gentle yet at the same time so arousing on her tit that
any misgivings she might otherwise have had vanished with the erotic
little circles of stimulation that were running from her boobs all the
way down to her heating pussy.
"Does that feel good, darling?" Sally murmured as she ran her hands in
busy little circles over her friend's tits and belly and down onto her
thighs. "I'm so glad that Saxon helped us find each other."
"So am I," Angie replied before she'd had time to think. Well, wasn't
she glad? Tonight had been the most interesting sensual experience of
her life and she had the feeling there was more to come.
She looked up into the mirror overhead and watched the other girl, who
was now kneeling beside her, as she ran her hands so gently, so lovingly
over every inch of her exposed body. Filled with a sudden curious blend
of passion and affection, Angie sat up and moved her mouth in search of
Sally's full, sensual lips.
Their lips met ever so fleetingly at first, just the slightest brush of
soft on soft, then, as though of one accord their arms went around each
other's shoulders and they were stretched out full-length on the bed,
Sally on top, their tongues circling and tantalizing one another with a
furious hunger.
As though she'd been doing it all her life, Angie's right hand slid down
in search of Sally's tit and squeezed and stroked the rounded flesh
feverishly as her tongue continued to invade the taller woman's mouth.
She could feel Sally changing position slightly, too, to give freer play
to her hand.
"Oh, Sally!" Angie suddenly moaned into the moist cavern of the other
woman's mouth. Sally had driven a finger far up into the needing
recesses of her tight, wet pussy!
Although she hadn't been expecting the penetration, Angie almost at once
felt her cunt-hole dilate to receive the finger, welcoming the lustful
rhythm it established there. Angie began churning her crotch to indicate
her appreciative acceptance of the invading finger, driving her cunt
down onto its stiff shaft with hungry abandon.
Angie was even hotter than Sally had dared hope, and the darker woman
was already confident that her plan would work. All it would take now
was a little psychology, combined with a fair dose of finger-fucking.
She looked over her friend's shoulder for a moment to smile at the big
German shepherd who was lying obediently outstretched on the bedspread,
waiting for his mistress's invitation to join in. Your turn next, boy,
she thought lewdly to herself as her finger continued to pump in and out
of her friend's hungry cunt.
"Mmmm, your pussy's so wet, Angie. You're really excited. I wish I had
something bigger to put up there for you. To make you feel good."
"It feels awfully good, Sally," Angie replied, her head tossing from
side to side in response to the diddling, her ass churning feverishly
down into the bedspread.
"I know, honey, but admit it, wouldn't a big old cock feel even better?"
"I guess so." Angie began thrusting her cunt-mound more demandingly up
against the palm of Sally's hand. "I need to get fucked, Sally. I'm so
horny for a hard cock I can't stand it."
"I know, baby, I know. Why don't you let Saxon fuck you, Angie honey? I
guarantee, it'll be the most amazing thing you ever experienced in your
whole life."
For a moment, Angie's body went rigid, but slowly it resumed its
writhing response to the finger still drumming persuasively into her
craving snatch.
God, could I really fuck a dog? Am I really as depraved as Dave Wagner
said I was? she thought.
But Sally had done it. And Sally was the most beautiful person she knew.
The hell with Dave Wagner! Sally knew best. Sally wouldn't show her
anything that was bad for her.
Sally could sense the moral struggle being waged in her friend's mind,
as Angie's body went from stiff unresponsiveness to writhing abandon.
She realized intuitively that the blonde had decided to trust her, and
she was pleased. She was very fond of Angie, and was excited about the
prospect of their actually being able to share this whole new side of
their lives. She'd trained Saxon long ago to lick her twat and fuck away
her frustrations, but she'd always felt a little lonely afterward, good
company as the dog was. How much nicer it would be to share this sensual
experience with a dear and lovely friend.
"Will you try it, Angie baby?" Sally coaxed, even as she eased the
smaller girl over onto her belly and then up onto her hands and knees.
"I'm kind of scared, Sally," Angie confessed through the haze of a still
stronger lust.
"Don't you worry about a thing, darling. I'll take care of it. Ooooohh,
look what a lovely hard-on Saxon has for you already! Mmmmm, think of
how good it's going to make your pussy feel."
Catching the spirit of Sally's obvious arousal, Angie looked back over
her shoulder to where the big German shepherd was getting to his feet.
Her mouth fell open in unabashed shock as she caught sight of the long,
tapered, red cock protruding from its furry sheath between Saxon's legs.
Never had she imagined a dog would have such an impressive-sized cock.
Though she was trembling in fear and apprehension, not for a moment did
it occur to her to abandon her position on all fours and call a halt to
the obscene proceedings.
Sally saw her friend staring at Saxon's turgid prick and smiled
reassuringly. "Look how excited poor Saxon got licking your pussy and
watching us make love. Don't you think the poor darling deserves some
attention, too?"
"It's so big, Sally," Angie moaned, crawling forward on the bed a little
as though to escape the fate that she was already inviting, despite
herself.
"That's part of what makes it so good, Angie. Mmmm, his cock feels so
hard and wet."
Angie watched in rapt fascination as her friend grasped the red shaft of
the dog's prick and pumped it a few times with her fingers.
"Okay, Saxon, you know what to do next, boy. Look, Angie's waiting for
you."
Sally helped the dog mount the blonde's lewdly proffered buttcheeks.
Angie jerked in automatic fear as she felt the furry paws clasping her
firm, sensitive flesh. She looked back over her head at the reflection
in the mirror, and her eyes clouded with perverse lust as she drank in
the picture of her own lushly developed nakedness kneeling before the
eagerly approaching loins of the German shepherd. Caught in the lusty
grip of her desire, she began to hump her ass back a little, in wanton
search of the thick animal prick she knew hung beneath those hairy
loins. As Saxon moved in closer to her ass on his back legs, she felt
his cock rub excitingly against the twin moons of her asscheeks, and
then slip into the cleft between her legs, grazing over the
excitement-swollen flanges of her pussy and the taut little nub of her
clitoris. He missed her cunt-hole completely, and both Angie and Saxon
began to maneuver feverishly to get the dog-prick inside her oozing
gash.
Sally was excited by her friend's obvious perverse arousal, and she
knelt beside the unnatural couple, her head lowered so she could watch
the tapered dog-cock seek out Angie's moist, waiting snatch.
"Isn't it exciting, darling?" she murmured in a throaty, lust-distorted
voice. "He's going to get his cock in your pussy any minute. It's going
to feel so good."
She reached over to grab one of Angie's dangling tits and squeezed it
cruelly, knowing how this little bit of pain would help her friend
become even more frantic in her need for the invasion of the canine
cock.
Saxon thrust his loins forward several times, each time disappointed in
his attempts to impale the blonde woman's waiting cunt-hole, each time
feeling his turgid prick sliding harmlessly over the wet, sparse-haired
valley of her pussy. Then at last the dog's cock-tip caught, and he
thrust forward roughly to make good the penetration.
"AAAarrgghhh!" Angie wailed, inching forward on the bed to escape the
wrenching pain of the dog's prick lodged partially in her tight asshole.
"It's no good, Sally," she moaned when the cock had again slithered
harmlessly over her tremulous cuntal slit. "He just can't seem to get
his cock in."
"Needs a little help is all," Sally replied in a tone of hushed
expectancy.
Realizing that the lewd pair were going to need some help if they were
ever to fuck, she reached under the impatient animal's loins and grasped
his cock firmly, guiding it in towards the flaring opening of Angie's
moistly aroused cunt.
"Oohhhh!" Angie moaned, responding at once to the insistent pressure at
the mouth of her snatch, excited by the hard promise of imminent
fulfillment.
"Oh, yes, that's the way! Oh, I want it, I want his cock!"
Saxon needed only this small amount of help from Sally to help him
locate this human female's cunt. Now that he felt the spongy yielding
before the hard tip of his tapered prick, he needed no further help.
With the inbred knowledge of his kind, he thrust forcefully forward,
ramming his rigid moist shaft as far up into the squirming blonde's cunt
as it would go.
"AAARRGGHHH!" Angie screamed in a mixture of pain at the dog's abrupt
entry to her craving cunt and a kind of desperate, flaring need. Even as
Saxon's cock continued to strain at the still-clenched walls of her
cunt, Angie began to encourage the beast with tentative little
undulations of her upturned asscheeks.
"Oh, Saxon, Saxon! Fuck me, boy!"
Again the animal needed no encouragement, for he at once moved into a
primitive, quick fucking rhythm. His slick, pointed cock rammed far up
into Angie's dilating cunt on every instroke, then pulled out almost all
the way to its very tip on the outstroke, battering the woman's raised
butt as he thrust forward once again.
Lying with her head resting on the bedspread, Sally excitedly watched
the thick red dog-cock bury itself far up in her girlfriend's welcoming
cunt.
"Doesn't his prick feel good, darling?" she half groaned, thrusting a
finger up into her moistening twat-tunnel as she watched. "Didn't I tell
you getting fucked by Saxon would be the most marvelous thing you've
ever known?"
"Oh, yes, Sally, yes!" Angie replied in a voice that was thick with
lust, her excitement-hazed eyes looking back over her shoulder in blind
search of her friend.
The desire-shaken blonde was thrusting her rounded ass furiously back
against the dog's relentless instrokes, dimly aware of her tits dangling
wildly beneath her as she hunched to keep up with Saxon's rapid
fuck-strokes.
Her cunt responding to her own memories of how good Saxon's cock felt up
inside, and to her finger drubbing wantonly up into her warm, wet
sheath, Sally watched the juices-slickened dog-prick slide easily and
smoothly in and out of her friend's craving cunt. The pink, swollen
flaps of Angie's pussy gave the impression of a mouth greedily
swallowing the long, red piece of meat being fed it again and again.
Obsessed with her vivid erotic fantasies, Sally rose on hands and knees
near the obscenely coupled pair and began to ram two fingers far up into
her seething fuck-hole, her eyes never leaving the red dog-cock as it
rhythmically invaded the soft pink cunt-mouth.
"You really like getting fucked by Saxon, don't you, Angie baby?" Sally
asked lewdly, her mouth falling slackly open once the words had escaped
her lips, as she again became totally mesmerized by the rhythm of the
canine cock fucking her friend's willing pussy.
"Oh, yes, I like it! I like Saxon's big cock!" Angie cried as her butt
continued to thrust back and forth in a furious fuck-rhythm.
"Mmmmmm, I love to see you so excited," Sally groaned, her fingers still
penetrating her snatch in time to the dog's fuck-strokes, her belly
crying out for more satisfaction, for a new kind of titillation. Almost
as though in a dream, Sally was seized by a new obscene plan.
Rising up onto her knees, Sally maneuvered herself forward on the bed
until she was directly in front of her girlfriend's face.
Angie was so wrapped up in her own lustful abandon that she did not at
first recognize this new presence before her, but gradually she became
aware that she was staring directly at Sally's hair-shrouded pussy. The
thick patch of dark crinkly beaver was mere inches from her nose. So
near that Angie thought she could glimpse little beads of cunt-juice on
the wiry strands. She had never really looked at a woman's pussy before,
and she found herself strangely attracted by the hair-covered mystery of
that warm, wet snatch.
"Lick my pussy for me, Angie. Please. I need it so bad!"
Sally scarcely dared hope that her friend would go down on her, but she
felt if ever there was a time when Angie would be free of inhibitions,
this was it. To give the smaller girl a better idea of what she wanted,
Sally reached lewdly down and parted her pussy-lips slightly, exposing
to view the moist pink split inside and the pert little clit that stood
at the top of her drooling gash.
Despite the perverted fact that she was getting fucked by a dog, Angie
still managed to feel a moment's shock at what her girlfriend was
suggesting. Lick another woman's pussy? Could she really do such a
thing?
Angie immediately became ashamed of her own selfishness as she reminded
herself of who was asking her for this favor. It was beautiful Sally,
her best friend, the woman who had arranged for her to get the most
exciting fuck of her life, tonight on Sally's own bed, by Sally's own
dog. How could she say no to anything dear Sally wanted or needed?
Impulsively, Angie reached out her tongue and lapped tentatively at the
glistening nub of Sally's clit. It felt slick and hard, yet at the same
time soft, and Angie found herself newly titillated by this strange
erotic experience. Becoming bolder as her excitement increased in time
to Saxon's relentless humping into her juicing cunt, she thrust her
tongue more and more abandonedly into the open pink gash before her,
circling the pert head of Sally's clitoris with wanton zeal. She was
excited to feel the firm grip of the dark girl's hands in her hair as
Sally responded wholeheartedly to the cunt-licking.
"Yes, that's the way, Angie! Oh, darling, you're eating my twat so
beautifully! You're making my clit feel so good, Angie!"
The brunette threw her head back in ecstasy, and as she did so, her eye
was distracted by movement in the mirror overhead. Looking up, she
watched the white flanks of her girlfriend's buttcheeks rhythmically
part as the long red shaft of her pet German shepherd's cock fucked into
her cunt. At the other end of the gyrating blonde's pinioned body, Sally
herself was thrusting her snatch into her friend's face, kneeling
lustfully before her, her hands wound fitfully in Angie's long blonde
hair. Sally smiled, or rather, leered at herself in the mirror before
turning her attention back to the wonderful mouth lapping and sucking at
her cunt.
Angie was finding that she actually enjoyed burying her face in another
woman's pussy. Sally's overflowing cunt-juice tasted oddly appetizing,
and the blonde licked greedily along the crack of her best friend's
pussy for more of the tart, salty taste. From time to time her tongue
would concentrate solely on the pert little bud of Sally's clit, but
then it would penetrate deeper as Sally thrust her crotch forward and
upward to allow her eager tongue better access. Angie even managed to
thrust her tongue a few times up into the hot moist cavity of Sally's
cunt-hole, each time drawing an enthusiastic response from her wantonly
aroused girlfriend.
"Oh, Angie, you eat cunt beautifully, darling! Don't tell me you've
never done it before. I can't believe it!"
But Sally did realize that it was likely just the natural feel of one
woman for what would make another woman happy. There seemed to be an odd
communion of sorts between women that told them exactly what the other
was needing and when.
"Oh, Angie, you're driving me crazy, darling! I don't know how much of
this I can take!"
Angie was thoroughly possessed by the lewd image she and the dog and
Sally must be making, locked in their obscene threesome. She imagined
the picture of the dog fucking hard and relentlessly up into her
grasping cunt while at the same time she concentrated on the maddening
rhythm of that long, hard prick invading her belly, and the incredible
sensations it shot through her whole sensually receptive body. It was
driving her to the brink of explosion. Her body felt like a rag doll
being buffeted between her girlfriend's cunt and the dog's cock. Every
nerve was afire with the building titillation of this three-way
fuck-scene.
Angie felt the dog beginning to fuck slightly faster, and realized that
he was probably about to come. The realization brought her over the top.
She'd been fucked within an inch of her life by a German shepherd and
now the dog was going to come in her cunt. She was totally depraved and
she loved it. She wanted it, she wanted that animal sperm inside her
belly. And she ground her ass backward more desperately in response to
that jackhammering dog-cock.
"Oh, Sally, I'm coming! I'm coming!" she cried into her friend's pussy,
her tongue lashing out in a last desperate frenzy as she felt her orgasm
overtake her with full fury.
It was as though her cunt were opening to receive the whole world, the
way it was so incredibly sensitive to every movement of the dog's cock
shooting hot jizz up into her welcoming twat. Her body was soaring with
the force and power of a rocket ship and nothing could bring her down,
not until she floated back in her own good time.
Sally watched the urgent humping of her pet's loins and realized the
German shepherd was coming, and that Angie was getting off, too. The
knowledge excited her incredibly and she could feel her own climax being
wrenched from her clitoris by Angie's persistent tonguing.
"Oh, God yes! Me, too! You're making me come, Angie baby! COOMMIINNGG!!"
Sally grasped her friend's hair more fiercely and ground her cunt
against Angie's face until she had worked out the last dynamic flicker
of her orgasm. Then she collapsed onto the pillows and stroked her
friend's hair gently, reveling in the sweet afterglow of her climax.
Angie planted a wet, affectionate kiss on her friend's clit, then rested
her head lazily in the juncture of Sally's thighs and let her mind
drift. All she could think about was how grateful she was to this woman
and this dog. They had brought her a kind of fulfillment she had never
known. She realized that from this moment on they would be very
important to her happiness. She needed more of this kind of sexual
satisfaction. She couldn't bear the thought of going back to her old
kind of frustration. With one hand caressing her friend's tits and the
other patting Saxon's head, she knew the first complete peace of her
life.
There was total quiet in the room for several minutes, broken only by
soft breathing and the distant ticking of a clock. At last Sally reached
over and turned off the light, arranging herself comfortably alongside
her friend, the dog snuggled at their feet.
"I'm glad we found each other, Angie," Sally whispered.
"Me, too."
"I think we should be family from now on, just the three of us."
Happy and satisfied, the two women fell asleep wrapped in each other's
arms. Already the slow light of dawn was penetrating the room where the
threesome slept peacefully.
Chapter 4
Sally McLucas unlocked the front door and entered her living room,
followed by a handsome, strongly built male of about thirty. She
wandered about the room, switching on lights and drawing the drapes, all
the time moving her well-shaped ass with an exaggerated wiggle that was
coldly calculated to catch and hold the attention of her companion.
Saxon had come bounding into the room at the first sound of key turning
in lock, and Sally now took the big dog by the collar and led him gently
but firmly from the room.
"I'm glad to see you, too, big fella," she told the excited dog. "But
I'm going to need a little privacy. It's the garage for you tonight,
boy. Come on, there's a good fella."
Then, just as she was about to leave the room with the dog, she turned
back to her date, who was still standing by the front door.
"Why don't you fix us a drink, Frank, while I'm showing my best friend
to his quarters? You'll find everything you need under the bar, I think.
I'll have whatever you're having."
With a last mischievous, suggestive grin, she turned and left the room.
Moments later the distant sound of barking was audible as Saxon set up a
healthy protest to his unaccustomed exile from the center of activity.
Sally returned to the living room.
"It sounds like he's being tortured, doesn't it, Frank?" she remarked as
she settled herself comfortably on a stool in front of the bar. "Really
I'm not as mean as you must think. The garage is very comfortable. I use
it as a guest room in fact. I guess I have to face the fact that I have
a very spoiled pet on my hands. He normally gets anything he wants
around here."
"Anything?" Frank asked, one eyebrow rising in a quizzical grin as he
leered suggestively at his pretty hostess.
Sally grinned back, a taunting gleam in her own eyes. "Yes, anything.
Nothing is too good for my Saxon."
She appraised the tall blond male who was so carefully preparing
martinis, and felt an excited little quiver in her cunt. It had been
over a month now since she'd fucked a man--ever since Angie had moved in
with her.
Although nothing had been said openly, Sally had assumed from Angie's
very negative attitude toward men lately that she would be angry if
Sally went out with one. So the sensual brunette had been doing her
utmost to be content with Angie and Saxon for her sexual fulfillment.
But although she found their company very stimulating, she continued to
miss men.
Tonight had been her first deviation from the straight and narrow. When
Angie had told her she was going out for dinner and a movie, Sally had
automatically drifted over to Lew's Bar, and just as automatically got
involved in conversation and flirtation with this good-looking stranger.
Although she'd had no premeditated goal in mind, she knew Frank was hot
for screwing, and his handsome face and well-muscled physique were
creating a hot surge of liquid excitement in her horny pussy.
She reached for the martini Frank handed her and took a long, slow sip,
her dark eyes staring over the rim of her glass into Frank's clear blue
eyes.
"How do you like it, baby?" he asked, moving closer to Sally and
slipping his arms around her shoulders as he spoke.
"It's delicious," she murmured as she reached around Frank to set her
glass on the bar. "I'll take it however you like to dish it out," she
continued lewdly, her hands reaching up to grasp Frank's head on either
side and draw his lips down to hers.
Her tongue probed greedily up into the welcoming chasm of his mouth,
meeting his own tongue and circling and sparring with it in obscene
mutual titillation. She captured his tongue with her lips as it darted
into her mouth and sucked suggestively on it, in wanton simulation of
the fucking rhythm her moistening cunt craved so avidly.
After several moments, their lips parted and both gasped hungrily for
air, then Sally began to plant moist, nipping kisses along Frank's
cheeks and jawline and down over his neck. At last, her tongue darted
excitingly into his ear and her teeth bit his earlobe in uninhibited
sensual challenge.
"Jeez, you're really hot for a lay, aren't you, baby?" Frank said, his
voice betraying a mixture of lust and wonder. "I'm sure as hell glad I
decided to stop by Lew's tonight."
"So am I," Sally breathed into his ear, her butt wriggling back
enticingly to meet his hands as they roved down over her back and
smooth, swelling asscheeks.
Sally was wearing only a low-cut black cocktail dress and high, high
platform heels that, combined with her natural height, made her almost
as tall as Frank. It was easy for the big man to reach down past the hem
of her short skirt and wriggle his hand up to stroke her shapely thigh.
At first his head scarcely believed what his hands were feeling. This
girl was actually wearing a garter-belt and nylon stockings, something
he hadn't come across since his college days, before the revolutionary
discovery of pantyhose, what Frank Archer considered a horny man's worst
enemy. Playfully he pulled on a garter strap and let it snap back
against her skin.
"I didn't know girls wore this kind of thing any more," he commented,
drawing his head back slightly to look into her eyes. He was startled
and excited by the look of raw lust burning there.
"I only wear them for special occasions," Sally told him. "When I want
to feel especially sexy. There's something rather delightfully wicked
about them somehow, isn't there?"
It was true that Sally liked to wear garter and panties when she was
feeling particularly horny, and was going out with the clear intention
of getting laid. She had put them on tonight without really thinking
about it, without really letting her conscious self in on the secret of
what she intended to do. Though she loved Angie dearly, there was
something perversely delicious about deceiving her like this--by
dressing herself up like a common whore and going out and ensnaring the
first man she came across. The thought titillated her, and she rubbed
her crotch impatiently up against Frank's thigh to remind him exactly of
what it was she needed and expected from him.
Burying his head in the attractive brunette's neck, Frank let his
fingers climb higher up along her leg until they had passed the hem of
her stockings and were grazing over the soft, sensitive inner expanse of
her lushly molded thighs.
"Mmmm," Sally sighed appreciatively, her hands stroking encouragingly
through his thick blond hair and down along his neck. "Oh, that feels
good, Frank. I want you to take your shirt off," she told him. "You've
got such a strong body, I bet it's going to feel just wonderful. I want
to feel it. Can I?" she asked in a little-girl pout.
"Sure, baby, anything you want," he told her, tugging impatiently at his
shirt and jacket, helping her remove them and throw them carelessly onto
a chair. "But fair's fair," he said as he stood before her naked from
the waist up. "If you get to see me naked, then I deserve equal
satisfaction, right?"
"Of course, Frank," Sally agreed, her voice thick with excitement.
She was finding it incredibly titillating to be seducing a total
stranger like this, to be having her way with this gorgeous hunk of man,
preparing to use him for her own pleasure. She felt incredibly sexy and
daring, more lewdly aroused than she had been in weeks.
Sally wanted to play the game her way, and she could see that Frank was
ready for anything, provided he got his in the end. And she hadn't the
slightest intention of cheating him--or herself--out of that. She wanted
to fuck this blond hulk like she hadn't wanted to do anything in a long
time. But first, she wanted to have a little fun.
"Why don't you sit yourself down here and be comfortable?" she told him,
pushing him gently down into a white leather bean bag chair, so his legs
were sprawled along the carpet, and he was looking right up at her
panty-covered pussy under her skirt.
"I'm going to put on a little show for you, okay?"
She went over to the stereo and put on an album of bawdy bump and grind
music and began a lewd little dance in the middle of the living-room
carpet, churning her hips in an obscene, exaggerated grind as she raised
her dress slowly and tantalizingly up over her garter-striated thighs,
her panty-protected pussy, her firm tanned belly, her lush tits in their
lacy black brassiere. She took the dress off and threw it carelessly
down on top of Frank's jacket. Then she turned her back to him,
mesmerizing the man with the fluid motion of her shapely hips and butt.
"Whooeee! Take it all off, baby!" her guest enthused, warming up to this
provocative situation of having a beautiful woman, a near stranger,
doing a wild, abandoned strip-tease for him.
The sight of her well-developed body in its obscene costume was creating
a definite stirring in his cock. He absently ran a hand down over the
growing prick-bulge to soothe its impatience. He didn't take his eyes
off Sally's tantalizing near-nakedness, so keen was he to see what she
would do next.
Sally could feel pussy-juice moistening the crotchband of her panties as
she became more and more excited by her own wanton performance before
this foxy-looking stranger. As she churned her ass lasciviously back in
Frank's direction, she slowly undid the fastener of her brassiere and
eased it down off her arms, swinging the flimsy garment around over her
head as she turned to face her audience of one, then tossing it to him.
Frank grabbed the bra and crushed it excitedly in his hands, then threw
it aside as he leaned forward to inspect the round, firm perfection of
her tanned jugs.
"Man, I haven't seen a set of tits like that in I don't know how long!"
he gloated. "Baby, you're really built."
"Why, thank you, sir," she drawled in a little-girl voice, caressing her
boobs tenderly in her hands, tickling the nipples into erection right
before his eyes.
She bent down in front of him, her knockers dangling provocatively
before his face. Instinctively, he grabbed her by the waist and pulled
her closer to him, sucking on first one and then the other ripe little
nipple until both glistened with rosy hardness.
"Oh, that feels good, darling!" Sally exulted, her head thrown back in
wanton ecstasy as she reveled in the tantalizing sensations charging
through every nerve ending from the eager tonguing of her excited
nipples.
At last, mustering all her strength, Sally braced herself firmly against
Frank's shoulders and pushed herself back to her feet, leaving both
herself and her audience seething with horniness.
Frank was tempted to throw this gorgeous, hot-blooded broad down onto
the floor and put the prick to her right then and there, but his
curiosity got the better of him. He wanted to see what she would do
next. Besides, he knew he'd get his rocks off eventually. He was going
to relax and enjoy the show in the meantime.
Once again undulating in perfect rhythm to the music, Sally slipped a
finger into each side of her panties and began to ease them down over
the firm, sculpted contours of her hips. Watching with rapt attention,
Frank could first see a few wiry hairs peeking out over the top, then
the whole black vee of her beaver was exposed to him.
Sally turned her back to him again and bent forward, so the round globes
of her buttcheeks were staring right at him as she eased her panties
down over her legs and stepped out of them. His breath caught in his
throat as he surveyed the molded smoothness of her ass, crisscrossed by
the trappings of her garter.
"Jesus, what an ass!" he moaned, wriggling uncomfortably in his chair,
rubbing his hand more energetically this time over the rock-hard
cock-bulge in his trousers.
Sally turned and rose to face her audience, her smooth tanned body
looking haughty and magnificent, even in her lewd costume of black
garter and stockings and platform heels. She looked like some she-devil,
tits large and thrusting, hips full and firm in their obscene black
belt, thick pussy bush centered provocatively between two garter straps.
Obsessed with the desire to fuck this hot-assed bitch, Frank looked up
at her voluptuous face, and realized that tonight was going to be one
hell of a night. He had found himself a broad who really loved cock. And
one who would clearly do anything for her own and her partner's
satisfaction.
Much to Frank's delight, it appeared that Sally did not intend to remove
any more of her skimpy costume. She continued to sway and grind
provocatively before him for several minutes, then she approached his
chair once again and fell to her knees between his legs.
Her hands groped at the zipper of his pants, while his own hands fondled
her inviting, full thrusting jugs. With an expert sense of strategy, her
hands found his turgid cock and pulled it out of his fly. Frank watched
her stare hungrily at his rod for a moment, as her hand began to stroke
gently, ever so gently along its throbbing length.
Then, without warning, her head dropped to his lap and her mouth closed
over the bulb-shaped head of his prick, sucking from the dilated
cum-slit the slight drop of moisture that glistened there. She sucked
and lapped eagerly at his fuck-stick, running her tongue around and
around its mushroom head and then closing her mouth over it once more
and sliding her lips all the way down his cock-shaft until Frank felt
sure the tip of his tool must be grazing her tonsils.
"Jeez!" the big man groaned through gritted teeth, his hands gripping
the white leather of the chair as he resisted the almost overwhelming
urge to come, to shoot his load of sticky white sperm right down this
sexy brunette's greedy little throat.
Frank fought the urge, determined to save his hard-on for Sally's
tight-looking pussy. He watched with seasoned lust as her ass writhed
provocatively behind her while she sucked his dick, her whole being
obviously turning on to her wanton activities--first her sexy
strip-tease and now her hungry need to suck his cock.
"Oh, baby, you're really turning me on! Jesus Christ, I've never met
anybody who could suck cock like you do!"
Sally was totally preoccupied with lust. She could feel her pussy-juice
seeping moistly onto her naked thighs as she sucked hungrily at the
lovely thick cock that stood up so hard and firm and ready to fuck her.
She loved the slick filling feel of his rod in her mouth, but there was
something she knew she'd love better. She wanted to feel the big tool
jammed up inside her waiting cunt.
She looked longingly at the prick that glistened lewdly with her own
saliva as she raised her head from Frank's lap.
"God, I've got to have your cock in me now!" she told her companion, her
whole face a writhing picture of need as she crawled up onto the chair,
straddling the man's hips and poising her wet, ready cunt directly over
his upthrust prick.
* * *
Angie had felt the need to be alone this evening. Much as she loved
being with Sally and Saxon, she thought it would be fun for a change to
treat herself to a good meal somewhere and then see a movie. Just to
reacquaint herself with herself. The last few weeks had been one long,
hectic bout of sensuality, involving just the three of them, and it had
undoubtedly been the most beautiful, totally fulfilling experience of
Angie's life. But except for trips to and from work, she hadn't been
alone once. And tonight was to be the night.
But once she'd relaxed with a delicious bottle of wine and a filling
meal, Angie began to feel the old familiar sensations down in her belly.
She was turned on.
The hell with a movie, she thought. I think I'll go home and see what
Sally and Saxon are up to.
She felt a happy glow inside as she drove home. The pretty blonde had
never before in her life known what it was to have a real loving home to
"go home" to. It was a fine feeling, one she hadn't the slightest
intention of jeopardizing. As far as she was concerned, it would be just
her and Sally and Saxon living happily ever after.
Sure beats lonely nights in front of the TV, finger-fucking and dating
assholes, Angie told herself with a smug grin as she pulled up in front
of the house.
She saw the lights burning behind the drapes in the living room and felt
immediately comforted by the assurance that Sally was home. She felt
sure, though, that she could hear a dog barking somewhere not too far
away, and she was positive it was Saxon. That was strange. Why wouldn't
Saxon be with Sally?
Feeling suddenly apprehensive, Angie decided to go around to the back
door and sneak into the living room. That way, if there was any trouble,
she'd know about it before whoever was in the living room knew she was
home. And if everything was all right, it would be a nice surprise for
Sally.
Angie let herself quietly through the back door. She was sure now that
Saxon was locked in the garage, and she could feel her heart thumping
with fear as she tiptoed to the living room.
She froze in her tracks as sight and sound greeted her simultaneously.
"Oooohhh!" Sally moaned wantonly, throwing back her head and closing her
eyes as she lowered her throbbing cunt down onto Frank's upthrust cock.
Just the pressure of the swollen knob at her quaking cunt-mouth was
enough to drive her mad with excitement. Already her twat was so wet and
open that it wasn't difficult for her to take the first few inches of
dick right up inside. Then she reveled in the delicious feeling of
fulfillment as she lowered her cunt down all the way onto his hard
cock-shaft, her pussy-walls dilating to receive Frank's entire long
prick. She groaned in pleasure as she stuffed herself with cock.
"Oh, Frank! Oh, you've got a beautiful dick, honey. It feels so good up
inside my pussy!"
Keeping her eyes closed in order to better appreciate the fantastic
feelings in her cunt, Sally braced herself against Frank's chest and
began to hump her hips up and down over the big man's swollen dong.
Angie had to stuff her fist into her mouth to keep herself from crying
aloud. How could Sally do such a thing to her? They were lovers, still
practically on their honeymoon, and she'd brought home this pick-up and
was fucking him right on the chair in the living room!
Angie's anger and hurt only increased as she drank in the obvious relish
with which Sally was fucking, as though she hadn't come in a month of
Sundays.
I'm not enough for her. I didn't satisfy her, Angie thought, beset by
confused emotions of guilt and shame and anger. She's nothing but a
whore! She's incapable of fidelity!
Disgusted as she was by the scene of animal lust before her, Angie could
not tear herself away from the titillating spectacle. There was her
girlfriend, dressed only in garters, stockings and high heels, pumping
her cunt hungrily up and down over the thick, glistening shaft of the
blond stranger's prick. Angie couldn't suppress a little surge of
vicarious excitement as she watched Sally's beautiful face contort with
cock-hungry lust.
Sure didn't take her long, Angie thought bitterly. I turn my back for a
couple of hours and she's humping away with some perfect stranger right
in our house.
"Ooooohhh, Frankie baby! You've got such a beautiful prick, honey! My
cunt feels like it's on fire!"
Sally's words came out a little unevenly, for she was short of breath
from her vigorous humping over the big man's cock. She could feel the
first signs of explosion lurking in the pit of her belly, and she began
a continuous wail as she fucked her cunt more and more furiously on the
hard prick.
"Oh, keep fucking like that, Sally honey!" Frank groaned, his head sunk
back against the smooth leather of the chair, his hips thrusting up
against the undulating cunt pulsating so demandingly over him. He'd
never experienced a fuck like this in his entire life!
All thought was swept from the big man's mind as he felt Sally's hips
step up their taunting pace over his juice-slickened cock. Frank
realized the sexy bitch was right on the brink of a come. A moment
later, she told him so.
"Oh, God, Frank! I'm coming! COOMMIINNGG!!"
Sally thrust her ass furiously up and down over that filling cock-shaft
for several moments before finally collapsing forward on his chest like
a spent rag doll. She felt him shooting his sperm far up into her
welcoming cunt, but she hadn't another iota of energy left to move with
him. He grabbed her shoulders hard and pumped up into her snatch like a
riveting machine gone wild, and then he was still.
"Christ, you're unbelievable, doll!" Frank groaned as he worked out the
last drops of his load. "It's going to take me a few minutes--"
"Well, if this isn't the sweetest fucking display I've seen in my
lifetime, I don't know what is," Angie interrupted, venom dripping from
her voice.
Sally found a reserve of energy she didn't know was in her and leapt to
her feet in front of her obscenely sprawled lover.
"Angie! What ... how ... Angie, please don't be angry, honey! This
doesn't mean I don't love ..." Hot tears sprang to the lovely brunette's
eyes.
"I know. I know," Angie replied sarcastically, the coldness of her voice
masking the confused hubbub of emotions inside her. "This doesn't mean
you don't love me at least as much as you love any old pick-up in town.
I bet I'm right near the top of your list of 'favorite fucks I have
known'."
Overwhelmed by a horrible need to give way to tears, she set up her old
escape mechanism of replacing self-pity with rage.
"You disgust me," she told the trembling Sally, getting a sadistic
pleasure out of the obvious pain she was inflicting with her words.
"Hey, what is this?" Frank asked Sally at last. "Don't tell me you're a
fucking lesbian, honey!" The taunting edge in his voice threw Angie into
a more intense rage.
"You keep your fucking mouth shut, creep!" she told the handsome blond,
giving him a murderous look. "When we need shit-ass comments from you,
I'll ask for them."
Frank suddenly found himself subdued into a surly silence.
"Angie, please understand!" Sally wailed, the tears streaming down her
face now. "I love you. This was only a lark. You like to go to movies by
yourself, so I like to fuck good-looking guys occasionally. It doesn't
mean a thing!"
Angie almost felt herself relenting. She decided she had better leave
before she let her heart rule her head.
"I don't know, Sally. I thought being with you would be different from
being with some guy. Now I don't know. I'll have to think about it. I'm
going to go away for a while. Maybe I'll come back; maybe I won't."
With that, a renegade tear hovering on the brim of one lash, Angie
turned and fled the room.
"Angie!" Sally called after her friend, but she knew it was useless. She
would simply have to wait and hope the other woman could learn to
understand her little weaknesses. She knew she could never learn to be
good always. It just wasn't in her.
"Well, I guess I'd better be going," Frank muttered as he rose to his
feet and began to rummage for his clothes.
Sally walked over to where he was standing and drew one of his hands to
her dripping cunt.
"What's your hurry?" she asked, still struggling with one wrist to wipe
the tears from her eyes. "I'm going to be needing some company tonight,
and I don't want to have to go back to that awful bar."
"Why, baby," he said with a scornful little grin, "you are really
something else. Sure, I'll stay. A piece of ass like you doesn't come
along every day." Then he jammed one finger almost cruelly up into her
seeping cunt-hole, a smile of grim satisfaction contorting his features
as he watched her face again light up with lust.
Chapter 5
The first thing Angie did when she left the house and the ugly scene
with Sally behind her was drive to the nearest liquor store and pick up
a bottle of gin and a six-pack of tonic. She then drove until she was a
couple of hours out of town, found herself a motel and drank herself
into a drunken stupor. She knew it was the only way she would ever sleep
that night, and it worked ... at least until about four in the morning
when she woke up with a headache and a heartache to match.
Her recent relationship with Sally was as close as Angie had let another
human being come to her in many years. She had learned early to mistrust
her own emotions and the intentions of others. At last she had felt
she'd met someone who really cared about her and the relationship they
shared. Now she realized she'd been smacked in the face again. Sally was
just as shallow as everyone else. The only thing she was interested in
was her own petty pleasure. She had never cared about Angie.
The unhappy blonde checked out of the motel and got into her car,
heading east on the highway once again without any specific course or
destination in mind. For a couple of hours she could think of nothing
but how Sally had looked humping up and down over that stranger's prick,
her face beautiful in her wild, lustful preoccupation with her own
pleasure.
How could she do it to me? How could she do it to me? Angie asked
herself over and over again. And the best answer she could come up with
was: She didn't care. She never cared about me.
Lost as she was in the fantasies of her grief. Angie was still aware
enough somewhere in the back of her mind to realize that her answer was
not good enough. Thinking back to the good times the three of them had
shared recently, she knew Sally was not actress enough to pretend that
kind of intense emotion over so long a period. She had cared. After all,
they had been close friends for a long time before becoming lovers. It
wasn't as though Sally had struck up the sexual relationship just to use
her. It had come as a natural evolution of a close and warm friendship.
So why had she hurt Angie like that then? There must be an aspect to
Sally's character that she simply hadn't had a chance to investigate
yet. Maybe she just couldn't give up men. Maybe she just wasn't getting
enough sexual gratification from her involvement with Saxon and herself.
From time to time Angie let the tears roll down her cheeks unchecked as
she drove into the approaching dawn, her mind numb, her body rigid with
tension and fear. Should she leave Sally? Could she bear to live without
that closeness and wild sex again now that she had had a chance to
experience it? But on the other hand, could she let herself be treated
so brutally, so heartlessly? It had been years since Angie had really
let herself cry. But this morning the tears flowed hot and heavy, the
full brunt of years of pent-up emotions breaking loose all at once.
It was full daylight now, and Angie began to feel more cheerful despite
herself. She found her mind wandering from the horror aspects of what
she had seen last night to the erotic aspects.
Angie had almost forgotten what men's cocks were like, so long now had
she been used to a steady diet of dog-cock. The stranger's prick had
looked very thick and very long and very hard as it pumped wetly in and
out of Sally's slick, welcoming cunt.
Angie began to feel a little tingle of moisture down between her own
legs as she pictured the rhythmic fucking on the chair, Sally's pretty
little pussy sliding up and down, up and down over the man's hard,
ready, spearlike cock. Almost as though in a daze, Angie let her hand
slip down to her crotch and begin to prod at the hem of her shorts,
seeking out her puffy gash.
"Oh, Angie, for Pete's sake, stop it!" she told herself sharply as she
forcibly drew her hand back to the steering wheel. "Can't you take
anything seriously?" she chided her sensual self even as she broke into
a little grin.
She was beginning to see the humor of the whole situation. Of herself
pretending such grief and despair, yet at the same time trying to cool
down the incredible tingling in her wet, horny cunt. She was beginning
to feel stronger inside, less shattered by Sally's betrayal. She
realized that if she could still feel horny at a time like this, all was
not lost.
The beautiful sunny day was doing wonders for Angie's disposition, as
well as the heady freedom of driving down the highway with no particular
place to go right in the middle of the week. She had never run off from
her responsibilities like this before, and she was enjoying the rush of
excitement that was now pumping through her veins. Anything could
happen. And she was ready for anything. Sure, her job would probably be
gone when she got back, but she could always get another. Today she
wasn't going to worry about anything. Just go where the feeling took
her, and do what the feeling demanded. And the first thing she was going
to do was stop for some breakfast. She was starving.
Angie stopped at a pleasant-looking family restaurant and ordered
scrambled eggs, bacon, toast and coffee. As she waited for her order to
arrive, she noticed a handsome-looking young man with shoulder-length,
sun-bleached hair sitting at the counter drinking a cup of coffee. He
was dressed in jeans and faded denim shirt, and a small knapsack rested
against the base of the counter under him.
A hitchhiker, Angie thought immediately. She watched the youth
attentively for several moments, actually wondering what it would be
like to fuck him. It surprised her when she noticed what she was doing.
She hadn't looked at a man with any kind of sexual intent in weeks. In
fact, she was sure she had had enough of them to last a lifetime.
When her breakfast arrived, Angie began to eat hungrily, forgetting for
the moment all about the rather soulful-looking youth on the barstool.
She drank the last of her coffee and stood up, ready to leave, when the
young man from the counter walked over and stood directly in front of
her.
"Excuse me, ma'am," he said. "I hope you don't mind my asking, but I'm
trying to get to Arizona and I've been stuck at this junction since
eleven o'clock last night. Would you happen to be going my way?"
Angie hesitated for a moment, feeling automatically on the defensive.
But after thinking it over for a moment, she realized there was no good
reason why she shouldn't give this boy a lift. After all, she was headed
east, why not go right on into Arizona? It would be fun to have the
company, and this looked like a very nice boy, one she knew
instinctively she could trust.
"Sure, I'm going to Arizona. And I've got plenty of room." She smiled at
the youth, and he smiled back. Angie was charmed by how disarmingly
naive and almost pretty he looked when he smiled. She was definitely
going to enjoy the company.
"There's one problem," he said sheepishly.
"Oh?" Angie was immediately alert for any signs of a con game.
"Yeah. I've got a dog tied up outside." His face twisted ruefully. "I
think he may be one reason why I haven't been able to get a ride."
"Why? Is he vicious?"
"Heck no! Jethro wouldn't hurt a fly, not unless it was trying to hurt
him, that is. But he's kind of big. Do you want to come out and have a
look at him?"
"Sure, why not."
Angie paid her bill and followed the youth around the side of the
restaurant to where a very large, gold-colored dog was prancing
excitedly as he watched the approach of his young master.
"Why, he's beautiful!" Angie enthused. "What kind of dog is he?"
"He's part Saint Bernard and part golden lab."
He looked apprehensively at Angie as she stroked the animal's flanks and
big head. The dawn of a smile broke out on his face.
"Does this mean we get the ride?" he asked. "Jethro's really good in a
car. He lies down and stays down until I tell him otherwise."
Angie laughed as the big animal reached up to lick her face while she
bent down to pat his head. The old familiar excitement that reminded her
at once of Saxon raced through her loins, and she saw a sudden lewd
image of herself kneeling before the huge dog while he fucked
relentlessly up into her wetly clinging cunt.
Afraid the boy might notice she was blushing, Angie straightened up and
turned towards her car, beckoning casually for the two hitchhikers to
follow.
"Lots of room," she said, and went ahead to unlock her car.
Angie and the boy talked companionably for half an hour while they drove
steadily through the early-morning sunshine. The boy, who introduced
himself as Tim Bailey, was a college student heading to Arizona to spend
a couple of weeks with an older brother. Angie found him far more
interesting to talk to than the older men she'd been dating. He actually
seemed to have something in his head besides money and getting laid.
"Mind if I light up a joint?" he asked.
Angie didn't mind at all. In fact she figured a few tokes might be
exactly what she needed right now. She sucked long and deep on the
slender cigarette each time it was passed back to her. Within minutes
she found her attention lapsing, so that she almost hit an oncoming car
as she let her front end wander over the center line.
"I don't think I'm used enough to dope to be driving under the
influence," she told her companion sheepishly. "Mind if we pull over for
a little while? I'd like to have a closer look at the countryside
anyway."
"Hey, I'd like that. I'm in no hurry anyway, now that I've got a ride."
Angie found a country road that led into a grove of trees about a
thousand yards off the highway. They got out of the car and Angie got an
old picnic blanket out of the trunk so they'd have something to sit on.
The dog nosed about among the trees, checking out the new terrain while
the two humans talked. Every now and then he'd check back in for a pat
and a lick before venturing back out into the unknown.
As she and Tim talked, Angie found her mind wandering mysteriously from
the subject of conversation to the idea of being fucked by that big
friendly dog. She could feel that the crotch of her shorts was actually
wet with pussy-juice. Her horniness and the boy's uncanny openness made
her feel less inhibited than usual. That, and the dope. She had become
bored with mere conversation. They were alone in this lovely wood, and
she was ripe to take advantage of the situation and the day and her
mood.
"I'd like to suck your cock," Angie found herself saying aloud.
"Far-out," the boy answered, his face mellowing into a peaceful grin.
"Well, if you'd like it, I'd sure like it," he told her.
Without batting an eyelash, he opened his fly and pulled out his cock,
long and thick, but still soft in his hand.
Watching the boy open his pants, Angie took off her own shirt and shorts
so she was naked, her nipples hardening delightfully in response to the
slight, warm breeze in the wood. Her own wanton nudity outside in broad
daylight heightened her drug-induced horniness, and she knelt forward on
all fours to reach for Tim's cock and squeeze it fondly between her
fingers. It really was a very nice cock, she thought lewdly. It had been
a long time, but she remembered now how much she liked the smooth,
fleshy feel of a prick as it began to harden in her hand.
"Why don't you just lie down on the blanket, darling?" Angie suggested.
"Relax, and let me make you feel good ... I love the feel of your prick,
Tim. See, already it's getting nice and hard for me."
Her words stopped there as she lowered her mouth over the boy's body and
closed her lips softly over the flaring head of his rapidly swelling
cock. She thrust her ass lewdly into the air behind her as she began to
nip and tease at the tip of the turgid prick in her mouth. Her asscheeks
were poised high in the air as though in obscene invitation to another
lover, and in fact Angie in her stoned mind was hoping the dog might
take an interest in the ripe aroma of her excited cunt and come fuck
her.
Tim began to moan softly from time to time as Angie lowered her mouth
all the way down over his rigid cock, encasing its entire pulsing length
in the warm wet hollow of her cheeks. She established a smooth, slow
rhythm over the upthrust tool, following the movement of her mouth with
the stroking of her clasped hand around the fleshy cock-shaft.
Up and down her blonde head worked over the still-clothed boy, who lay
smiling in blissful agony, watching the lovely naked older woman eagerly
suck his pulsating rod.
"Jeez, Angie, you're really a beautiful chick," he told her even as his
hips continued to squirm in response to the maddening attentions of her
mouth on his prick. "Your mouth's like liquid honey on my prick. I've
never known a girl who could suck cock like you do."
Angie was pleased by the boy's appreciative words and by the gentle,
matter-of-fact manner in which he spoke them. She realized that he
wanted her to handle things the way she wanted to handle them.
And right now she wanted to handle this lovely hard cock of Tim's, to
suck it like it had never gotten sucked before. Her mouth worked
hungrily up and down the gleaming, purple-veined cock, while her hand
jacked rhythmically on the shaft. She tried to imagine what the blow-job
felt like to the boy, and her horniness increased. Soon she was totally
engrossed in sucking the boy off there in the sunlit wood, oblivious to
anything but one hard fleshy cock, when suddenly she felt a cold wet
presence at her asshole.
It was Jethro's nose!
Without losing her cock-sucking rhythm, she waited in breathless
anticipation of what the big dog might do. She waved her butt
encouragingly in his face, thrusting her buns farther upward so the dog
would find her wet, seeping slit in his explorations.
"Aaaagghh!" she moaned around the fleshy tool in her mouth as the dog's
tongue lashed out to lap roughly over her whole slit and the knot of her
asshole.
Jethro had been distracted from his play by the strange coupling that
was taking place on the blanket, and when he went over to investigate,
he was immediately attracted by the earthy scent emanating from the
woman's aroused cunt. He did as his instincts commanded under the
circumstances--took a sniff and then a lick. He liked the taste and
began to lick greedily at Angie's parted pussy-slit, thrusting his head
in between her thighs to get full access to her drooling twat.
Angie parted her legs as far as she could to give the animal full access
to her hotly quivering cunt. She found the liquid pressure of the dog's
tongue on her cunt-lips thoroughly arousing, so much so that she almost
forgot to keep her head working up and down over Tim's stiff prick.
Saliva ran wetly from her mouth as she sucked like a woman demented at
his glistening cock-shaft, feeling its tip grazing her tonsils as her
mouth engorged the whole pulsing rod.
The young hitchhiker could scarcely believe the incredibly sensual
threesome he and his dog had suddenly become involved in. Such a short
time ago, it seemed, all he'd been worried about was getting to his
brother's place. Now here he was lying on a blanket in the woods with a
beautiful naked woman kneeling over him, sucking his prick while his dog
licked at her cunt.
Tim's first instinct when he'd seen Jethro heading for the woman's ass
was to shoo him off, but he'd been thoroughly surprised, and aroused, to
find that the woman actually seemed to want the dog to pay attention to
her ass and cunt. She was wiggling her buttcheeks back and forth in
search of more of the animal tonguing, mewling all the while around his
cock while she sucked and slavered, bringing him to an amazing peak of
sexual arousal. Nothing in Tim's hitherto rather bland sex life could
even begin to measure up to what was happening to him this morning. He
had never before been so thoroughly excited.
"Ughhh!" the boy grunted, pumping his hips more energetically up into
Angie's mouth in abandoned appreciation of her talented cock-tonguing.
Angie felt she had never been so depraved in her entire life. Here she
was in the great outdoors, less than a mile from a main highway, sucking
on a total stranger's prick while his dog lapped at her cunt! The pain
and agony she had experienced short hours ago were now totally
forgotten, forsaken in the rush to answer the call of more compelling
emotions, to revel in the wanton participation in orgiastic pleasures of
the flesh.
Angie felt her pleasure would be complete if only the dog would fuck
her, would jam her cunt full with what she imagined must be his truly
huge prick. A dog that size had to be hung like a small horse! She
thought perhaps he might be in need of a little encouragement, that he
had undoubtedly never fucked a human before. Raising her head for a
moment from the youth's cock, she turned to the dog and patted her own
ass as she spoke.
"Come on, boy. Up, up. Come on, that's a good boy."
The big dog seemed a little confused at first by the woman's words and
gestures, but he abandoned his licking of her cunt to look at her and
try to fathom what was expected of him.
Inspired by the woman's aromatic cunt-juice, he began mounting her ass,
like he did with female dogs. The handsome mongrel rose to his feet and
raised his front paws onto Angie's back, at the same time thrusting
forward frantically with his hips.
Angie was almost mad with excitement. She'd caught a glimpse of the
dog's thick glistening prick before he rose up behind her, and she
immediately began to quiver with fear that was heavily tinged with pure
ravenous sexual hunger. Confident that the dog had the idea now of what
was expected of him, she went back to her task of sucking and caressing
Tim's rock-hard cock, which was lurching heavily as though in search of
that wonderful mouth that had momentarily deserted it.
Tim had been almost unable to believe his ears when he heard the woman
coax the dog to mount her. He realized this strange beautiful woman
actually seemed to be trying to get his dog to fuck her! He'd heard or
read the old thing about women fucking animals, but he'd never seriously
believed it. Now here he was getting an incredible blow-job from a
gorgeous blonde that was obviously into screwing dogs!
Angie was groaning with excitement as she felt the big animal humping up
against her crotch, searching with his prick for her waiting cunt. She
realized after a few moments of hit and miss activity that the dog was
going to need some help. For assistance, she raised her eyes pleadingly
to the boy's watching face, trying to convey to him, without raising her
mouth from his cock, just what it was she needed from him.
Tim's mouth hung open in awe as he watched the sexy blonde work over his
inflated tool while the big dog struggled to impale her from behind. For
long moments he was unable to take his eyes from her full pink lips that
locked so hotly around his pulsing cock-shaft, nibbling and sucking
ever-increasing sparks of excitement from the very depths of his aroused
balls.
At last he noticed the woman was staring at him with a look of
incredible pleading in her lovely blue eyes. He couldn't figure out what
it was all about at first, but suddenly it dawned on him. She wanted him
to help the dog get his prick in ... To coach his dog in his first
attempt at fucking a human female!
Carefully, so as not to disturb her lips' hold on his throbbing prick,
he maneuvered his body around until his shoulder was almost brushing
against his dog's rear leg. He reached timidly for the slick red girth
of Jethro's cock and guided the turgid rod in between her ass-crack
towards the wet, waiting mouth of her cunt. He poked the tip of the
dog's cock against the yielding pussy-flesh until the dog himself sensed
that he had at last found the right place and lunged forward with
compulsive strength.
"Aaaaarrgghhh!" Angie moaned around the filling girth of Tim's prick. It
hurt terribly, much more than Saxon's cock ever had. Her sensual
apprehension suddenly turned to real fear as she realized nothing was
going to stop the animal from ramming his huge cock all the way up into
her tight, defenseless cunt. She suddenly pulled her head up from Tim's
dick.
"No, no, Tim! Stop him! It's too much! I can't take his cock!"
But already the big dog had sensed his victory and was thrusting back
and forth with powerful strokes that were forcing his giant dick farther
and farther up into the reluctantly yielding recesses of her cunt. His
cock was hard and thick and powerful, and the strength of each instroke
forced her head down so her mouth was again closed over the upthrust
staff of Tim's dick. Mechanically, she began to suck the dick rod,
resigning herself to the fearful fate she had cut out for herself,
victim to the relentless fucking of a dog with a prick almost twice the
size of her dear familiar Saxon's.
Tim had heard the woman's cry for help, but he sensed that it was only
half-hearted, that the pleas for mercy would soon turn into mewls of
pleasure. He was mesmerized by the sight of his pet's thick red cock
disappearing far up between the flowering pink lips of Angie's pussy,
and then reappearing momentarily only to plow once again all the way up
into the woman's hungry cunt.
It looked more like her snatch was struggling to swallow the entire
rigid dog-cock rather than fight it off, so wetly was it opening and
closing around the animal's stroking dong. There was no way he was going
to turn off the circus now. He wanted to see the show right through to
the end. Watch this nympho woman that was sucking his cock turn into a
raving banshee as she learned to respond to his dog's relentless
fucking.
Gradually, ever so gradually, Angie's resignation to her newfound pain
turned into a hungry acceptance of a new, deeper, more intense thrill.
She was actually taking that massive dog's cock all the way up into her
dilating pussy! The rampaging thickness was coaxing her sensitive
nerve-endings into building appreciation of the pitiless fucking she was
taking up her vulnerable cunt. It was feeling good. It was feeling
damned good. Angle had never been fucked like this in her life and she
knew it.
As she once again sucked eagerly on Tim's rubbery cock, she reminded
herself lewdly of how it had actually taken a chance meeting with a
hitchhiker and his beautiful big pet to coax her into the incredible
orgiastic pleasure she was now enjoying. She was riding high on a peak
of wanton abandon that even surpassed anything she had known with Saxon
and Sally, and for a moment she felt a little pang of guilt that she was
experiencing a more intense passion with strangers. But then her memory
reminded her of the scene she had interrupted last night and she knew an
even more furious excitement.
She was getting her own back. She, too, could pick up someone and make
them show her body wilder and more intense erotic experiences than she
had known at home. She could get fucked, too. She smiled a little around
the cock driving into her face as she tried to imagine what Sally would
think if she could see her now: Kneeling naked in the woods, sucking a
college boy's cock while his dog fucked her cunt with the force and
speed of an oncoming freight train.
"Uhhh, uhhh, uhhh!" Angie mewled around Tim's prick as her entire body
drank in the incredible stimulation of the animal-humping she was
getting from behind. She was beginning to feel weak and a little tired
but still Jethro fucked on and on, his powerful body rutting with the
intensity of a jackhammer, forcing her to almost unbearable summits of
sensual pleasure.
Bravely, Angie continued to suck and lave Tim's swollen tool, though her
strength was fading, though she was like a heroin addict who was
floating off somewhere in a private pleasurable fantasy world, driven
there by the intensity of the most thorough, rousing fuck she had ever
known in her entire promiscuous young life.
"Jeez, baby, I don't know how much longer I can hold on!" Tim groaned
between clenched teeth. Watching this wild woman suck his cock while she
got thoroughly turned on to his pet's hard-fucking prick was driving him
to the peak with furious intensity. That and the fact that Angie's
cock-sucking maneuvers were becoming more and more abandoned as she was
driven farther and farther toward the brink of distraction by Jethro's
tireless dog-cock.
Tim knew he was going to come within moments, and he realized
instinctively it was going to be the most memorable orgasm of his life.
He began to pump his loins more energetically at the woman's face,
rushing to meet the explosion threatened to break at any moment.
Angie could tell by Tim's erotic squirmings that he was struggling on
the brink of climax. At the same time she could feel the dog's prick
growing larger inside her clutching cunt as the animal, too, struggled
to fulfill the promise of release.
The idea of having both her mouth and cunt filled by thick white male
sperm, half-animal, half-human, drove Angie over the brink of
excitement, and she writhed and gyrated her ass furiously, coaxing the
dog to come in her twat even as she clenched with her hand and sucked
tighter with her mouth at Tim's twitching cock.
Tim was the first to go. Angie could feel the hot jets of salty jizz
shooting far into the back of her throat, and she swallowed them
hungrily while the dog thrust his cock energetically far up into her wet
pussy to unload his own salty ration of spunk. The knowledge that it was
finally happening--that she was being filled to the peak of her lustful
capacity--triggered Angie's own climax.
"Mmmmmm, aaaannhhhhh!" she moaned around the spurting rod in her mouth
as her nerve endings seemed to explode with the intense force of a
thousand tiny firecrackers. She was over the top. She and her two
strange new companions were climaxing together here in the woods on this
lovely warm summer's day. It was crazy. It was sexy. She loved it. She
loved it!
The three orgiastic revelers lay in a confused heap of fur and flesh for
some time before Tim finally struggled to his feet and pulled up the
zipper of his jeans. Jethro leaped up and joined him, snuggling against
the boy's leg affectionately. Tim reached down and stroked the animal.
"Hi, fella. Have a good time? We sure learned a few things about the
birds and the bees today, didn't we?"
Hearing Tim's words, Angie giggled and rolled over onto her back to look
up at her two handsome lovers. "Hey, does that make me a teacher?" she
asked coquettishly. "Maybe I've discovered a new vocation."
"You're the best damned teacher I ever met," Tim complimented her,
giving her a friendly hug as she rose to her feet.
The boy and his dog played fetch-it with a big stick for a few minutes
while Angie dressed and put the blanket back in the car. She still felt
vaguely stoned, but it was hard to tell how much of that was the result
of the marijuana and how much of her fabulous orgasm. She felt totally
rejuvenated, freed of the burden of last night's sorrow and anger.
"Hey, you guys ready to leave?" she called at last.
"Ready when you are." Tim and Jethro sauntered back to the car, both
looking extremely smug and well taken care of. "Hey, Angie," Tim
suggested as he got back in the car, "why don't you come along to my
brother Sid's place with me? He wrote me that he has orgies and stuff
like that going at his ranch. You might be interested, and I'm sure he'd
be glad to meet you."
Angie was a little shocked at first, and then laughed at her own silly
prudishness. A girl who could pick up a boy and his dog and fuck them
both certainly had nothing to fear from a mere orgy. Besides, it was a
new opportunity, something different. Who knew what might happen?
"Sure, why not?" She shrugged her shoulders. "You know, I think it's
time I met more of my own kind of people."
Chapter 6
Sharon Moore was bored. Here she was stuck out on a dusty ranch in the
middle of nowhere with nothing to do but decorate the pavement around
her host's pool.
When she'd received the invitation from the studio P.R. man to spend a
couple of weeks at the Arizona hideaway of Sid Bailey, one of
Hollywood's top TV producers, Sharon had been sure this was her big
chance to make it in show business.
She'd thought the invitation to Bailey's spread meant he wanted to fuck
her. And that might mean a starring role in a TV show, maybe even her
own series. Sugar-plum fairies had been dancing in her head for the five
days before she arrived up here. But in the last four, she'd done
nothing but eat, look pretty and sleep-alone.
What the hell kind of way was this to get ahead anyway? The teenager
chided herself as she looked vaguely out an upstairs window at the long
dusty road that led to the luxurious ranchhouse. She watched a big Buick
pull into the drive. A woman was behind the wheel, but she waited in the
car while a hippie-looking young boy and a huge golden dog approached
the house. For lack of anything better to do, Sharon decided to go
downstairs and find out who the newcomers were.
Bailey himself was standing in the front foyer with an arm around the
boy and a hand on the big dog's head. He noticed Sharon coming down the
stairs and called her over.
"Hey, Sharon honey, I want you to meet my baby brother, Tim. Him and
Jethro here are going to be spending a couple of weeks with us. They'll
be here for the big party coming up."
Sharon felt much warmer toward the young hippie once she realized just
who he was. This might be a back door into Sid's affections. Besides,
Tim was kind of cute. She shone her warmest smile in the boy's
direction, but he seemed far too wrapped up in something he wanted to
tell his brother to pay much attention to the young starlet. Sharon
fumed inwardly, while still glowing on the surface.
"Hey, Sid," Tim addressed his brother, "speaking of your parties, I've
got someone outside I'd like you to meet. A really foxy-looking chick."
"Well, sure, Tim, any little girl of yours is a friend of mine. Just
friends, though ... strictly," he teased the handsome youth. Sid was
very fond of his only sibling, who was almost fifteen years younger than
himself.
"Hey, it's nothing like that, Sid. I just met her this morning. She gave
me a ride here. But the interesting part is--" Tim looked anxiously at
Sharon, then decided to go ahead-- "she likes to fuck dogs, Sid. I
thought she might be good at your parties. She seems to be in the market
for new kicks. And, wow! She sucks cock like--"
Sid's eyes lit up at this titillating bit of information. "Hey, far-out,
look at this, Sharon," he enthused fondly. "My little brother's really
growing up. So much dynamite sex-appeal the girls can't keep their
mouths off his cock." He turned back to Tim. "Sounds like an interesting
addition to the party. Let's go have a look at her, little brother." The
two brothers walked out to the car arm in arm.
Sharon watched them from the front door. One would never have suspected
they were brothers. Tim was so tall and slender and blond, while Sid,
though not much over thirty, was short and stocky with a receding
hairline. Sharon knew he was reputed to work up to twenty hours a day.
He was a big success, but he worked like a beaver for everything he got.
That helped explain why he looked closer to forty than thirty.
The watching actress' attention was diverted to the car, where a
striking blonde was now standing by the front fender. Sure doesn't look
like a weirdo, Sharon thought, scanning the newcomer's long shapely legs
and full outthrust tits, feeling instantly jealous, though she herself
was a very attractive woman in her own right--with an impressive mane of
shocking red hair and a curvaceous body that was a knockout in the
minuscule bikini she was wearing. She experienced a further pang of
bitter jealousy a she watched the producer give the pretty blonde a
welcoming hug.
So she fucks dogs, Sharon thought acidly. Big deal! Maybe that's old Sid
Bailey's thing. He doesn't like fucking women--he'd rather watch them
get it on with an animal. Disgusting!
Affecting an offended haughtiness that would have been magnificently
effective if there had been anyone there to watch, she walked through
the house and out to the pool, where five or six tanned, pretty-looking
men and women were lounging comfortably, soaking up the sun.
"We've got a new guest out front," Sharon announced grandly.
"Oh, yeah? Who is it?" a rather vacuous-looking young man asked eagerly.
"I'm not sure, but her credentials seem to be that she fucks dogs."
Sharon stretched herself out on a chaise lounge and closed her eyes,
feigning sleep, satisfied that her little piece of gossip had had its
intended effect.
* * *
Sharon got up early the next morning, contrary to her usual habit of
sleeping until about eleven, then coming down to a lazy brunch. She was
restless and frustrated. Little seemed to be going on at the house.
Everyone was apparently waiting for the big party Saturday night.
Walking aimlessly out into the yard, the redhead's thoughts wandered to
the pretty blonde newcomer. Angie, her name was. Sharon had to admit she
seemed like a nice woman, someone she instinctively felt she would like
to know better. But she was offended by the idea that such an apparently
sane woman should actually enjoy getting fucked by dogs. The very idea
gave Sharon a bad taste in her mouth, for despite her veneer of
sophistication, she was actually fairly naive sexually. Although she was
willing to sleep with a man for the sake of her career, she was normally
very cagey with the opposite sex. She would lead them on, but often beg
off when it got right down to the question: to fuck or not to fuck. In
fact, overt sexuality made her downright nervous.
Sharon had wandered all the way down to the barn, which was actually a
large artist's studio. Although Sharon's interest in art was slight, she
decided to go in and have a look around, for something to do. As she
approached the big double doors, she noticed they were already open a
crack. Someone else had obviously had the same idea as her this morning.
Listening carefully, Sharon could hear a strange moaning sound coming
from inside, and instinctively she crept up to the doors on tiptoe and
peeked inside.
The sight that greeted her made the redhead's eyes open wide with shock.
Angie was kneeling on the wooden floor, stark naked, with Tim's dog
mounted up behind her, furiously fucking into her softly yielding cunt!
Sharon's first instinct was to turn and run as far away from the
degrading spectacle as her legs would carry her. Her second, deeper
instinct was to remain hidden and watch, to find out what it was really
like for a woman to get screwed by a dog.
What worried the young redhead, though, was that someone might come
along and catch her in the embarrassing position of watching someone
else's perversion. She couldn't bear to have anyone think she was a
voyeur! Looking around, she spotted the ladder that led up to the loft.
Quietly, Sharon climbed up and entered the cozy little sleeping quarters
high over the studio below. Creeping to the edge of the carpeted floor
on hands and knees, Sharon looked down at Angie and the dog Jethro
fucking, totally oblivious to their unseen audience.
Sharon had heard Sid mention that he had hired Angie to train Tim's dog
for parties, but she'd thought the man was kidding. Now it seemed that
he had been quite serious--either that or else Angie just didn't have
the self-control to stay away from the dog, even on the first day of her
stay at a new place.
Forsaking speculation on why it was happening, Sharon decided to
concentrate on how. From her high vantage point, Angie's asscheeks
appeared white and round, their flawless perfection marred by the
bestial caress of the humping dog's front paws. He certainly is a big
animal, Sharon thought as she strained to catch a glimpse of the slick
red dog-cock that pumped so energetically in and out of the moaning
blonde's cunt.
"Oh, yes, Jethro! Oh, yes, darling, you've really got the hang of it
now!" Sharon heard Angie mewl into the watchful silence of the empty
barn.
Despite herself the watching teenager felt a little pang of lust shoot
through her neglected cunt as her sensual self responded to the animal
cries of the other woman. It was horrible, what was happening, she
reminded herself, but still her frustrated body responded with
treacherous enthusiasm to the exciting fuck going on below.
Sharon could feel the moisture building up in the crotchband of her
panties. Telling herself that she was just going to check to see how it
felt, she quietly slipped down her panties and shorts, letting them fall
to her knees, baring her rounded ass to the silent witness of the loft.
Gingerly she slipped a finger down over the tangled patch of her pussy
hair and touched the tiny nub of her clitoris. The reaction was
instantaneous, and it was all the young starlet could do to keep from
crying aloud as her entire nervous system seemed to respond to the touch
of her finger on her steadily hardening clitoris. Guiltily, Sharon
looked around to make sure no one could see her. Then, feeling more
secure, she turned her gaze back to the exciting fuck-show below,
tracing her finger round and round the hard tip of her clit in time to
Jethro's fuck-strokes up into the kneeling blonde's pussy.
It felt good, really good, Sharon had to admit, despite lingering pangs
of shame at participating in such a lewd act--watching another woman get
screwed by a dog while she herself pulled down her pants and started
finger-fucking her twat. God, it was incredibly depraved, but it felt so
good!
Resolving not to think about the moral aspects of what she was doing,
Sharon let her finger slip farther back along, the hair-fringed slit of
her cunt-mound until she encountered the soft little mouth to her wetly
aroused pussy. The finger paused a moment, then, biting her lower lip,
Sharon shoved the finger far up into the yielding recesses of her warm,
moist cunt-hole. At once the redhead established a rhythmic fucking
tempo into her own aching snatch to match the humping rhythm already
established by the big dog. Now it was as though she herself were being
fucked by that big beast, kneeling on the floor offering the animal full
freedom of her hot cunt.
"Oh, God, Jethro baby, fuck me! Fuck me, boy!" Angie cried in a voice
distorted by wanton lust and rampaging need.
Sharon suspected the older woman might well be on the brink of orgasm,
and the obscene thought of having a dog come in her cunt drove the
sexually innocent redhead to new heights of excitement, making her send
a second finger up into her flaring cunt. She, too, wanted to moan aloud
with lewd arousal, but she didn't dare utter a sound, biting her lip
instead to keep her voice from betraying her.
Sharon was churning her tanned ass furiously as her fingers fucked
rhythmically in and out of her aroused pussy. She tried to move her legs
farther apart to give her fingers better access, but found that the
panties and shorts around her knees hampered her movement. Impatiently
she raised one leg and shook it free so her clothes hung limply on one
knee. Then she spread her knees lewdly apart and shoved her fingers
hungrily up into her wetly juicing cunt.
Suddenly Sharon was startled to feel a hand on her naked ass. At the
same time another hand clamped down on her mouth. The girl experienced a
shudder of horror. She tried to turn her head around to discover who was
behind her, but the hand held her firmly. In a moment, though, she heard
a voice she recognized. It was Sid Bailey.
"Hold on, baby. Just keep on watching like you were doing before,
there's a good girl. That's it."
The older man could feel the tension in the girl's body relaxing as she
again fixed her gaze on the fuck still in progress below.
"I'm not going to hurt you, honey. I just thought I might stick my prick
up into that hot little pussy of yours. I'm sure it'll feel one hell of
a lot better than a couple of fingers."
Though Sid's voice was a low whisper, Sharon could make out every
horrifying word he said. Oh, God, he's going to fuck me now! she thought
desperately, visions of a glorious career floating out the loft window.
This wasn't how she wanted it to be. She'd had visions of dinner and
champagne, a sophisticated seduction, sweet words whispered in her ear,
promises of a spectacular career. Now here she was about to be fucked
from behind in a loft while she was forced to watch a woman fucking a
dog. It was just too humiliating.
Hot tears began to flow down the redhead's cheeks, as the full
realization of what her incautious lust had led her to hit home. She
gave up her struggles entirely, and looked reluctantly down at the woman
and the dog, who were still fucking with a tireless zeal that once again
struck Sharon as being grotesque and disgusting, rather than sexy and
titillating.
Sharon lunged forward slightly as she felt the first dull pressure of
Sid Bailey's cock at the helplessly exposed entrance to her cunt. She
decided there was nothing she could do but let Bailey fuck her. Maybe,
she reasoned, this sort of situation was the only thing that turned
Bailey on. Maybe he would appreciate her more if she went along with his
lewd scheme. After all, what choice did she have? she thought with a
slight grimace of pain as his cock pushed more urgently at her
pussy-lips.
"Mmmmpphh!" she grunted aloud, but Sid quickly clamped his hand over her
mouth to keep her from startling the lewdly fucking pair below.
"Feel good, baby?" he asked as he shoved his cock another inch up into
her spontaneously resisting twat. He knew her snatch was wet and should
be ready, but she was obviously so tense she was never going to relax
and let both of them enjoy a screw unless he could get her back in the
mood she had been in before he arrived.
"Look at that, Sharon honey," he instructed the reluctant redhead. "Boy,
that girl sure does love that dog-cock, doesn't she? Can you imagine
what a big slippery red dick like that must feel like up inside?"
As he spoke, he moved his hips in teasing little circles, insinuating
his cock-tip slowly but surely up into the girl's gradually relaxing
cunt-mouth.
Sid Bailey had been out for his usual early-morning stroll when he'd
noticed Sharon's strange behavior outside the barn. He'd followed her up
the ladder and been thoroughly delighted by the picture that greeted him
when he got to the top. Her round little ass waving in the air while she
diddled her pussy with her fingers had turned him on like he hadn't been
turned on in weeks, and he'd immediately pulled out his cock and
orchestrated his own lewd participation in this early-morning sexual
encounter. He knew Angie was fucking his brother's dog down below. He'd
told her the barn would be a good place to practice with the dog, but he
hadn't anticipated his own part in this orgiastic situation. He'd been
planning to save the goodies for Saturday night's party. But why not get
a little free fuck, now that he was in the mood? It excited him more now
to feel that Sharon was actually responding to his unexpected
penetration.
Despite her humiliation at her compromised position, the young redhead
could indeed feel treacherous little tendrils of lust gaining control
over her body. She was beginning to enjoy the satisfying stroking of
Sid's blunt cock up into her hotly craving snatch, and she again focused
her attention on Angie and the dog down below, wondering what it must
feel like to be in Angie's position. Then she realized that she actually
was in Angie's position, except she was being fucked by a man instead of
a dog.
Almost instinctively, Sharon's lushly molded asscheeks began to churn
and wriggle in uninhibited appreciation of the screwing that had now
established a smooth, even rhythm in her tightly gripping little cunt.
Sharon could tell that Sid's cock wasn't very big, because it didn't
hurt at all. She often felt pain when she fucked--it seemed her twat was
pretty tight. But Sid's cock was just right. It gave her nothing but
good vibrations.
Sid could feel the redhead's body vibrating in hot response to his
cock's steady fuck-motion. He closed his eyes and concentrated for a
moment on the smooth, liquid feel of her tight young pussy, that fit his
cock as snugly as a kid glove.
Man, what a cunt! Sid congratulated himself, surprised that he hadn't
detected the potential in this little piece of ass before. But then Sid
had trouble getting into sex a lot of the time. He was too nervous, too
busy making deals. His thing was normally to throw a big orgy bash and
turn on to watching other people making it. Today was the first time
he'd actually fucked a woman in a month, and it was feeling damned good.
So good he figured he was going to blow his load soon.
"Like honey, just like honey," he whispered loud enough for the kneeling
redhead to hear, his mind awhirl with visions of fucking this up-tight
little chick into new life while she turned on to the dog-fucking down
below. Man, what a way to start the day!
All reservations about participating fully in this obscene little
scenario had fled Sharon's mind now as she avidly thrust her hips back
to meet the steady thrusting of the TV producer's filling cock. She
watched the pointed red tip of the dog's enormous prick disappear with
stunning regularity up into the receptive darkness of Angie's cunt. She
began to feel lewd little stirrings in her own belly that told her
perhaps it wouldn't be so bad to get fucked by a dog. After all, fucking
felt good. It felt sooooo good!
For a moment the sensually aroused teenager closed her eyes and
concentrated on the exciting little tingles shooting out from her hotly
responding cunt. She felt the storm building deep, deep in her belly.
Oh, yes, I want to come! I want to come so bad! she told herself,
driving her cunt back more and more energetically to meet Sid's furious
humping.
"Oh, God, I'm coming!" she heard the older man moan, and Sharon felt her
own heart sink with the bitter realization that she was not going to get
to come, that he had made it before her.
Sid's weight as he collapsed forward in the energyless afterglow of
orgasm forced Sharon to lie down flat on her belly. Chin resting on her
hands, she watched enviously for a few moments as the big golden dog
continued to fuck into the kneeling, crooning woman below. There was
little doubt that Angie was going to get her orgasm ... and soon.
"Was it good, baby? How did you like it?" she heard Sid ask in a
strained whisper.
She bit her lower lip for a moment to hold back the fury of her
frustration. At last she was able to speak. "Oh, yes, Mr. Bailey," she
replied demurely, turning around as best she could to give the producer
the benefit of her big green, innocent-looking eyes. "It was just
wonderful ... but I was so embarrassed, Mr. Bailey. I just didn't know
what you'd think of me ..."
"Don't you worry about what I think of you, baby," he told her as he
knelt back on his heels and pulled up his fly. "I think you're prime
cut, sweetheart."
For another moment it was an effort for Sharon to swallow her pride.
"Thank you, sir," she said at last. "I'm glad you like me."
"Sure, I like you, kid. Now what say you and me go back to the house and
get a little breakfast? Leave the lion-tamer alone to do her work in
peace," he added as they both listened to Angie's mewls still floating
through the stillness of the barn.
Sharon giggled, then pulled on her panties and shorts and followed her
host down the ladder. Angie's satisfied moans had faded from her
attention now, her frustration forgotten in the renewed hope that her
career might right at this very moment be in the making. She thanked her
lucky stars that she decided to get up early this morning.
Chapter 7
Angie was doing one of her favorite things--she was dancing. The
Saturday-night party had begun slowly at about two or three in the
afternoon when the first guests who weren't already staying at the ranch
had begun to arrive and congregate around the pool for gossip and sun.
It was now nearly eight, and she and Tim were grooving together to the
raucous sounds of a very heavy rock group that Bailey had hired for the
entire weekend.
This was undoubtedly the most sumptuous party Angie had ever been to.
Out on the patio were long tables decorated with huge ornate ice
sculptures and endless trays of crab, shrimp, lobster, oysters, and
salmon. Pretty young waitresses in Playboy- bunny-type costumes pranced
around with bottles of superb French champagne, seeing that no glass
stayed empty for more than a moment. Angie was enjoying the champagne
and the music and the powerful joint she and Tim had shared a short
while ago behind an ivy-shrouded pillar in the garden.
Most of the people present were not Tim's, or Angie's, type. They were
very sleek and modishly dressed, with personalities that came across
like chipped ice. But they were pretty, and Angie was enjoying the
novelty of dancing among such beautiful people, grooving on the stoned
high that was floated around in her head. She felt daring and sexy, and
she was enjoying dancing with Tim. He could really go, and it was a
challenge to try to keep up with her youthful partner.
Angie realized that this party was supposed to be an orgy, but she
hadn't seen any sign of it so far, other than the odd familiar pat on
the ass between members of the same, or opposite sex. She herself had
been giving Jethro lots of training in how to fuck and lick cunt, and
she suspected that Sid Bailey planned to use the animal tonight, though
she had no idea when or how.
Strange cat, she thought as she watched her host wandering among his
guests, chatting and hugging and kissing, dressed in a floor-length toga
of crushed purple velvet. She quickly forgot about Sid as Tim grabbed
her and led her in a complicated dancing maneuver across the floor,
laughing and jostling other couples. After another ten minutes or so,
the band came to a halt and Sid Bailey mounted the stage and raised his
arms majestically for his guests' attention.
"Ladies and gentlemen," he announced. "If you have gorged on our
seafood, I think it is time for your dessert. May I present--" he turned
dramatically to his left and extended an arm toward the adjoining room--
"Miss Dessert of 1975!"
Angie was captivated and mystified by what Bailey might be planning, but
she giggled along with the rest of the guests as all looked expectantly
towards the French doors that opened slowly. Into the room, moving with
the regal majesty of a queen, came a beautifully made-up young woman
that Angie recognized at once as Sharon Moore, the starlet.
Sharon's thick red hair hung in carefully curled ringlets to her
shoulders. Her eyes were heavily decorated with mascara and a lustrous
green eyeshadow. Her cheeks were very pink and her lips were red. She
wore a tightly closed floor-length robe of shimmery silver-threaded
cream. Her look and bearing was regal, yet demure.
Despite herself, Angie found something totally captivating and quite
titillating about the rather garish appearance of the lovely young
woman. She had almost forgotten Bailey's presence when he walked up to
the girl and took her grandly by the hand, obviously intending to lead
her back through the French doors.
Bailey turned to his guests and said, "If you will follow, please,
ladies and gentlemen ..."
By now the news that something was happening had lured all the guests
onto the dance area, and they eagerly filed out after Bailey through
corridors and across courtyards until they came to a large room that was
starkly, totally white. In the middle of the room was a white-covered
dais that was raised only about a foot off the floor.
Bailey helped Sharon remove her robe, and the rather nervous redhead
stood before the crowd dressed only in one large shiny rhinestone that
was inset in her navel. Bailey helped the young starlet lie down on the
dais, where she lay rigid, her eyes staring fixedly at the ceiling.
Bailey addressed the assembly of curious guests. "Ladies and gentlemen,
this young women has volunteered to be our main course tonight. First,
though, she must be dressed for the occasion. Henri ..." He gestured
towards a small dark man dressed in a chef's uniform who had entered the
room after everyone else.
"It's up to you now, Henri," Bailey said and stepped back a little to
give the man room to work.
The man called Henri pulled from a satchel several tubes of decorator
icing and began to work on the naked beauty who lay lush and nervous
beneath him. Apparently oblivious to the sexual qualities of his
subject, Henri worked calmly and expertly, creating pink rosebuds around
the fringe of Sharon's thick red pussy hair, drawing curlicues around
the full rounded outline of her tits, making a multicolored sunburst of
her navel and belly. Even the lobe of each ear was cleared of ringlets
to make room for an icing earring.
Angie was so wrapped up in what was happening in the center of the room
that for a moment she did not realize the other guests were quietly
removing their clothes while Henri worked. A couple of bunny waitresses
were working unobtrusively gathering up clothes and clearing them from
the room.
Angie looked anxiously at Tim, and saw that the youth, too, was now
naked, so, not wanting to be conspicuous, Angie took off her clothes.
Only Sid Bailey and the chef were still dressed when the last of the
clothes had been removed from the room. In another moment, Henri had
finished his task, and he left the room, closing the door behind him.
Bailey stood over Sharon and gestured down to her. "She is ready," was
all he said.
The guests encircled the obviously apprehensive woman, either too shy or
too polite to want to take first turn at removing the colorfully arrayed
pattern that covered the girl's skin. At last a man and a woman on
either side of her dropped to each tit and began licking at the rosebuds
that topped her pertly upthrust nipples.
* * *
Sharon had been a mass of nerves ever since Sid summoned her into the
music room. She felt horribly vulnerable now, lying here on the dais,
decorated with icing like some weird Kewpie doll. She was beginning to
wonder if her anything-for-my-career policy was really worth it.
When Bailey had offered the chance to be the center of attention at his
Saturday-night orgy, Sharon had accepted at once, without giving any
serious consideration to what it might all come down to in the end. She
wanted Sid Bailey to like her and remember her, that was all she knew.
She wanted her name to be on the tip of his tongue next time he was
looking for a good-looking young redhead for a leading part in one of
his TV shows.
But as Saturday had worn on, Sharon's nerve had gradually given out. Now
as the man and woman began licking her shamelessly exposed tits, she
seriously wondered just what a well-brought-up young farm girl was doing
in an incredible, perverse situation like this.
Sharon closed her eyes so as not to have to face the leering stares of
the guests who had clustered around to drink in her lewdly arrayed body
and to watch their fellows nibble at her appetizing decoration.
Closing her eyes, however, only helped her concentrate more fully on the
avid licking that was titillating her pertly upthrust little nipples
into taut, excited hardness. The tongues felt awfully good, Sharon
realized, as they swirled and lapped at her sensitive nipples, then
traced exciting wet little patterns out over the lush, rounded surfaces
of her jugs.
Despite herself, the voluptuous redhead began to churn her shapely body
slightly in unconscious response to the insistent titillation at her
tits. There was a silence of indrawn breath in the stark white room as
the guests realized that the real party had begun, that their iced
offering was beginning to respond to her preposterous orgiastic
situation, vulnerable prey to the attentive eyes, tongues, genitals and
what-not of some thirty-odd horny people.
Angie herself was beginning to feel very excited by the sight of this
gorgeous young teenager lying naked and defenseless on the dais,
responding seemingly in spite of herself to the greedy lickings of her
expertly tit-lapping tormentors.
Angie felt a warm surge of compassion for the pretty redhead, who seemed
so haughty, but who, Angie suspected, was just a scared kid trying to
make her lonely way in the world. She liked the girl, and at the moment
she also lusted after her. She suddenly realized that it had been a
solid week since she'd enjoyed making love with Sally, and she knew
that, despite Jethro's wonderful fucking, she missed the special joys of
lesbian love.
So the sensual blonde was quite ready to play along when Sid Bailey came
up behind her and whispered in her ear: "Why don't you lick her pussy,
Angie honey? Don't you like rosebuds, mmm? Good for you."
Angie turned around and looked at her host's stoned excited grin, and
felt an automatic little surge of perverted lust. Yes, she thought, it'd
be fun to go down on another woman in front of all these people. It was
the kind of turn-on she'd never dreamed of acting out for real, but the
exotic, fantasy-world atmosphere in the room made her feel ready for
anything.
Carefully, Angie arranged herself between the redhead's long shapely
legs, spreading them far apart to give herself room to work. Then she
bent forward, nibbling hungrily at the delicate little rosebuds that
framed the wiry bush of Sharon's fire-engine-red beaver.
Gradually, ever so gradually, as her wanton excitement increased and her
taste for sweet icing paled, Angie worked her tongue farther down
through the tangled wiry muff to where the saucy little bud of Sharon's
pink clit poked through the protective patch of pussy fur. Angie was
becoming thoroughly turned on by what she was doing now, and she thrust
her tongue out swiftly and hungrily to search out the moist,
blood-engorged tip of the redhead's clitoris.
"Mmmmm!" Angie moaned as her mouth closed over Sharon's vulnerably
exposed clitoral nub.
"Mmmm!" Sharon responded despite herself as she felt a tongue work down
to her sensitive pussy-furrow and stab deliciously at her
passion-trigger. She felt a sudden desire to know just who was dealing
such gentle, liquid pleasure to her exposed clitoris, and she raised her
head slightly to look down over her icing-dabbled belly, between the two
heads that labored over her tits, to recognize the pretty blonde Angie
whom she'd watched fuck a dog the other morning.
Sharon felt a quick surge of affection for the lovely visitor, realizing
that it made her feel more secure somehow to know that the experienced
blonde was helping her through this difficult situation, was treating
her defenseless cunt so gently and so well.
"That's nice, Angie," she murmured softly, then let her head fall back
on the dais, closing her eyes to once again let the pure brunt of
sensation rove over her sensitively aroused nerve-endings. She was
beginning to feel less inhibited now. This was perhaps going to turn out
to be fun after all. And she felt that she had a friend on her side now,
which was a comforting feeling to the often lonely young girl.
Angie heard the pretty redhead compliment her on her muff-diving, and
the idea that the girl actually knew who was licking her clit and had
taken the trouble to let her know that she enjoyed what Angie was doing
to her, made the sensuous blonde work even more eagerly to bring
increasing liquid pleasure to the pretty little pussy before her.
Anxious now to put on a memorable show for her silent audience, and to
please her lovely victim, Angie put total effort into swirling her
tongue moistly around and around the hard button of Sharon's clit,
worrying the little nub with taunting liquid strokes. In time she let
her tongue move farther down between the hair-fringed flanges of
Sharon's wetly glistening gash. She drew back a moment to drink in the
vulnerable beauty of Sharon's moist pink cunt-flesh, then sank her head
far in between the starlet's legs and shoved her tongue as far as it
would go up into the dilating mouth of her obviously craving snatch.
"Oh, God!" Sharon moaned aloud, beginning to lose her earlier sense of
shame and humiliation in the erotic onslaught of her many lovers'
delightful tonguing. It was Angie's tongue shooting up into her hungry
cunt, though, that helped the now squirming redhead cast off her last
self-doubts and begin to respond to her lewdly depraved situation
wholeheartedly.
"Ooooh, ahhh!" she mewled between parched lips that she ran her tongue
wetly over to soothe, even as she felt another mouth beginning to nibble
at her sunburst navel. No sooner had Sharon's tongue ceased moistening
her lips than another pair of lips closed over her own and locked with
her in a lustful soul-kiss.
The redhead was now losing count of how many mouths were tonguing her
turned-on body. All she knew was that she had never felt so alive, so
totally responsive to the limitless pleasures of the flesh. Reveling in
her newfound sensual freedom, she wrapped her hands in two of her
lovers' hair and helped their mouths search out her responding
nerve-endings by exerting gentle pressure, forcing them down into her.
As her hands moved, her hips began a more abandoned up-thrusting motion
to meet Angie's tonguing up her drooling cunt.
Angie was thoroughly delighted by her new friend's quickening response
to this unreal erotic situation they'd all now become thoroughly
engrossed in. She could feel a hand from somewhere on her own ass as she
worked attentively between Sharon's hot, wet cunt-lips, shooting her
tongue as far as it would go into the slick hole of the starlet's
craving pussy, churning her own butt back to meet the hand that was
stroking over it so demandingly.
The blonde realized suddenly that she was ready for anything tonight,
that she would welcome anything that anyone wanted to do to her. She was
being turned on by this amazing orgy as she'd never been turned on
before, and that was going some, she realized with a little smirk of
smug satisfaction. She hunched her hips more and more wantonly, hoping
that someone might take the hint that her steadily moistening cunt could
do with a little caressing.
Suddenly, though, much to her disappointment, she felt a hand pushing
her aside from her snug position between Sharon's legs. She looked up
impatiently to see that it was Sid Bailey who was pushing her, and that
at his side stood Jethro, the big golden half-breed mongrel, her lover
of the last few days.
"Let's let old Jethro have a go at some cunt-lapping, shall we, Angie?"
Sid whispered in her ear. "Why don't you show the dog where to look for
the goodies, eh?"
The pretty blonde was a little sorry to have to stop tonguing the
redhead's musky-tasting cunt, but she was newly aroused by the
titillating idea of helping the less experienced woman savor the
pleasures of dog-tongue.
She positioned Jethro between Sharon's legs, and led his nose to the
hair-bordered slit before him. The dog needed little encouragement, once
his senses had detected the aroma of hot, seeping cunt-juice. At once
his long pink tongue darted out to lick wetly up the whole length of
Sharon's open, puffy gash.
"Aaaaagghhh!" the pinioned redhead moaned as she responded to the
lapping at her craving pussy-furrow. She'd been disappointed when she
realized Angie's tongue was deserting her twat, but had felt confident
that it would be replaced by another. Now she was curious to find out
just who could have such a long and oddly rough tongue.
Suddenly the light dawned as her ears registered an eager little yelp of
excitement that was definitely not human. The dog! They'd brought in the
dog to lap at her unprotected pussy!
"No, no, not that!" she moaned in protest as she tried in vain to
wriggle away from the suddenly intolerable situation. It hadn't occurred
to her that the dog would be brought into the act, but now she realized
that Bailey had probably been planning this lewd little episode all
along. Now here she was being humiliated in front of some of the biggest
names on the coast, lying pinned down by numerous lapping bodies while a
huge dog licked at her cunt! God, she'd never live it down!
Opening her eyes in mute entreaty, unable to speak because of a new pair
of lips that had melded wetly with hers, she looked about her in search
of an understanding face that might realize her humiliation and help her
get out of there. But all she saw were dazed-looking faces, heavy with
lust, and bodies strangely co-mingled, lapping and groping at one
another while they watched the exciting spectacle before them. Obviously
everyone was incredibly turned on by the idea of watching her get licked
by a dog, and only too eager to watch the further progress of her
continuing degradation.
Suddenly a familiar face loomed over her, a face that looked kind and
understanding, sensitive. She realized vaguely that it was Sid's brother
Tim and dared to hope that this might be the ticket to her salvation.
The handsome youth gently pushed aside the woman who had been kissing
Sharon's lips and moved in closer. Sharon smiled up at the boy,
entreating him to do something for her.
Tim did something for her, but it was not in the least what Sharon had
been looking for. He thrust his rigidly erect cock between her full,
parted lips and began a slow pumping motion far into the back of her
throat. Overwhelmed with despair, the starlet began sucking his prick
with mechanical resignation, only too aware that that big dog was still
licking wetly up and down the defenseless slit of her naked pussy.
Totally inexperienced in anything quite so uninhibited as a group orgy,
Tim had watched a little hesitantly from the sidelines for a while as
men and women all around him gradually became involved in the writhing
pile of lust that had grown on the white carpeted floor. At last, he'd
begun to feel comfortable in his excitingly promiscuous environment, and
had turned on to watching Angie licking and prodding at the redhead's
widespread cunt-furrow. More and more he'd warmed up to the idea of
finding a place for himself in the confused morass of flesh, and he'd
seized upon an idea when the dog was brought in. It was just like the
other morning in the woods with Angie! Jeez, it had felt good to have a
woman suck his cock while she got fucked by a dog!
Tim decided it would be fun to help initiate this brazen young starlet
into the same situation. His cock had been almost painful, it was so
hard, and it now felt incredibly arousing to saw it in and out of this
pretty young stranger's red ovaled mouth. He looked down at her face and
was surprised at the vulnerable beauty he read there.
When he'd first met this girl, he'd written her off as just another of
the ambitious young groupies who gathered around his brother by the
carload. Now, though, he realized that this girl was younger and more
innocent than he'd thought. She actually seemed to be a little
frightened at what was happening to her. She was licking and sucking his
cock with the absentminded fervor of a nervous baby listening to a
thunderstorm. He suddenly felt incredibly tender toward this lost young
creature, and he ran his hand soothingly through her mass of red
ringlets as his cock continued to pump rhythmically up between her lips.
"It feels really good, baby," he said in a half-whisper that curiously
mingled lust and tenderness. "I want you to dig it, too. You're really
beautiful, you know that?"
The stoned Tim was becoming thoroughly engrossed in his own private
fantasy of sawing his cock into the pinioned face of this lovely young
starlet, of making love to a near stranger in this rather animalistic
way, yet still really caring for her. Of feeling this intense rush of
excitement at sharing something really unusual and really special with a
beautiful woman he might never see again, yet he was sure he would never
forget.
A few tears had rushed to Sharon's eyes as Tim's words registered on her
sense-distorted brain. Once again she felt she was making contact with
someone special, someone she could really care about. Angie might have
deserted her cunt to a ... dog, but Tim was still here. And Tim was a
beautiful boy ...
She began to suck the youth's cock with an aroused eagerness that
signaled her subtle reentry into the momentarily abandoned world of pure
lust. So the dog was licking her cunt. That didn't really matter. It
wasn't bad, like she'd thought at first. Everyone here was tied together
in a strange kind of sensual bond, and whatever they did together was
strictly for the stark witness of this room. She understood now. She was
in fantasyland, and tomorrow when she woke up, it would all be over, but
for the moment every erotic dream she'd ever cared to dream could be
hers.
Angie was kneeling excitedly by Jethro's side, stroking the friendly
brute as he licked his long wet tongue hungrily over the exposed expanse
of Sharon's rosy gash. She realized the young redhead had been horrified
at first by what was happening to her, and Angie considered it a natural
enough reaction to a new and somewhat forbidden experience.
She was excited now, though, to watch the subtle little wiggles of the
other woman's hips as she gradually began to respond to Jethro's
dynamite dog-tongue. Angie herself felt cunt-juice seeping wetly from
her own neglected snatch, and she absently began to run a hand over her
belly and down into the silky-soft curls of her blonde beaver. She
envied Sharon her experience with Jethro's tongue and began to feel she
might try to steal the dog away for a few minutes to satisfy the
maddening lust nibbling at her own craving cunt.
Angie tickled gently at the rigid nub of her own clitoris as she gazed
at the confused assembly of heads licking and tonguing Sharon's tits and
belly. When she spotted Tim sawing his cock smoothly and rhythmically
between the other woman's eagerly pursed lips, she felt a slight pang of
jealousy. It was exciting, though, to watch another woman, one whose
cunt she herself had been licking, making love to two of her own
favorite males.
Once again Angie found herself experiencing a desire for the handsome
Tim, of considering what it would be like to again let herself be fucked
by a human male.
Her fingers moving relentlessly around the blood-swollen head of her own
clitoris, Angie stared through lust-dazed eyes as Tim's thick hard young
cock sawed evenly in and out of Sharon's welcoming lips. Angie watched
with rapt attention as the younger woman darted her tongue out from time
to time to tease at the heavy vein that ran down the underside of Tim's
prick. Then the blonde's eyes wandered down over the well-coiffed heads
that worried Sharon's tits and dabbed enticingly at her belly, which was
now licked clean of icing. Even the rhinestone had disappeared, and
Angie couldn't help wondering with a giggle if someone had eaten that,
too.
Her gaze carried on down to where Jethro's big gold head labored
tirelessly between the redhead's eagerly splayed thighs. With vicarious
lust Angie shoved a finger far up into her itching cunt-hole as she
watched the dog's gifted tongue lapping the other girl's gash.
"Oooohhh!" Sharon moaned around the thick, hard-driving cock in her
mouth as her entire being again became thoroughly consumed by lust. She
felt like queen of the world as her tits, belly, and cunt all responded
to the tender caresses of various strangers' hands and mouths.
The young girl felt she was actually losing a lot of her old
inhibitions, and she was glad now that Sid Bailey had chosen her to be
the center of attention tonight. Whether it got her a starring role or
not, Sharon Moore had never known such sensual awakening in her entire
young life. Now she realized there were some things at least as, if not
more, important than landing a major role. She looked forward with eager
anticipation to sampling more new thrills.
Angie looked around her at the variously coupled groups in the large,
plush room, and realized that many of the guests had abandoned their
vigil at Sharon's side to become involved in mini-orgies of their own.
She could see Sid Bailey, over in a corner, still wearing his toga but
now drawn up over his hips as a voluptuous young starlet sucked and
teased at his hard stubby dick. As she watched, though, Bailey seemed to
lose interest in the girl's cock-sucking endeavors and he rose to his
feet and strolled over to the eagerly laboring group still clustered
around Sharon. He watched for a moment, apparently excited by what he
saw, then he smiled over at Angie and walked down to where the
promiscuous blonde was kneeling with a finger shoved far up into her
pussy.
"Having a good time, Angie?" he asked facetiously. Then, turning to
Sharon and her admirers, he said in a loud voice, "I think it's time for
the main event, don't you?"
When the others looked up to see what he meant, he gestured for them to
turn Sharon over while he pulled the dog back from her glistening wet
cunt.
"Get her up on hands and knees," he ordered, then indicated to Angie
that she should help the dog mount the inexperienced young redhead.
Pulling her slick finger a little abashedly from her cunt-hole, Angie
moved forward on her knees and patted the redhead's upturned asscheeks.
"Come on, Jethro," she cooed to the waiting dog. "Up, boy, up."
Sharon had become immediately apprehensive when she'd felt her body
being pried apart from its comfortable sensual involvement and now
poised on hands and knees like a bitch dog. She realized through a smoky
haze of lust-dimmed confusion that this was it. Bailey was going to have
the dog fuck her.
She felt a shiver of half-fear, half-excitement as she felt the big
animal's paws clutch her hips, but was immediately soothed to feel Tim's
cock reentering her mouth and reestablishing its steady in-out stroking
motion. Well, she'd decided she wanted to experience more of this new
sensuality and she was going to get it now. She was going to be fucked
by a dog, right here in a well-lighted room full of people. An
involuntary shudder of revulsion took possession of her whole vulnerably
poised young body, and she broke away from Tim's cock long enough to
speak.
"Angie!" the victimized redhead cried, automatically feeling a need to
know that the experienced older woman was there, that she would help her
handle this perverse encounter.
"Sssshhhh, don't worry, darling," the blonde soothed the timid girl,
immediately sympathizing with her fear and confusion, remembering how
apprehensive she herself had felt the first time Sally encouraged her to
fuck Saxon. And that time there had been just the three of them alone.
She hadn't been expected to perform in a whole roomful of jaded
strangers.
Though she felt pity for Sharon's plight, at the same time Angie felt an
incredible tingle of excitement as she guided Jethro's slick red cock
towards the vulnerable target of Sharon's upturned cunt-mouth.
"I'm here, Sharon. I'll help you. I promise Jethro's cock will feel
better than anything you've ever known."
Sharon's uncontrollable trembling abated somewhat as the older woman's
soothing words registered on her lust-distorted mind. Again she sucked
dutifully on Tim's cock, and her blow-job took on a new, more abandoned
intensity as she felt the dog's cock-tip prodding at her drooling gash.
She could feel Angie's arm brushing against her thigh as she guided the
dick up into the place against her cunt-mouth. She even felt a perverse
little thrill now that she was actually going to let a dog fuck her.
"Arrrgggghhhhhh!" the redhead moaned suddenly, trying to pull her mouth
away from Tim's tireless cock but unable to escape his relentless
skewering.
Jethro's hard, tapered prick had rammed several inches right up into her
convulsively clutching pussy, and the pressure of his huge cock up
inside her tight hole made the young redhead feel like her cunt was
being torn in two.
Sharon tried to wriggle her butt forward, away from the dog's jabbing
prick, away from the pain that was soaring so excruciatingly through her
tense body. She felt hot tears come to her eyes as unseen hands held her
in place, forced her to take more of the brutal dog-cock. Even Tim was
holding her hair firmly, forcing her to keep sucking his throbbing rod
while her body ached for freedom, unable to feel anything but raw pain
and humiliation.
Reality now struck home with a thud, now that the pleasure had given way
to this horrible pain. Here she was kneeling on the floor in this weird
man's house, being forced to fuck a dog while uncounted pairs of eyes
watched her and turned on to her heartless degradation. Even Angie had
betrayed her. She'd said getting screwed by Jethro would feel good,
better than anything she'd ever known before. The truth was that she'd
never in her life felt such terrible pain.
Angie was kneeling forward on her own hands and knees to get a better
view of Jethro's well-developed cock ramming its way up into the
grunting starlet's unyielding cunt-hole. Angie realized it must be
hurting Sharon quite a lot at the moment, but she knew the pain would
fade, would give way to unspeakable pleasure. In the meantime she was
getting uncontrollably excited by the sight of the dog's slick red prick
pummeling the defenseless younger woman's upturned twat with such
unrelenting vigor.
Even as she continued her preoccupation with the tantalizing scene going
on before her, Angie felt a pair of hands grasping her own asscheeks and
a firm pressure up against the moist mouth of her own craving cunt. She
realized one of the other men at the party was about to fuck her, and
she found herself eager to feel a long, thick human cock drubbing her
hungry pussy while she watched Jethro screw the protesting Sharon.
"Uuuuhhhh!" she moaned in animal appreciation as the blood-swollen tool
invaded her snatch, sliding smoothly up into her steadily dilating
cunt-hole with each, tentative short stroke until it was buried balls
deep in her quim.
"Oh, yes! Fuck me, whoever you are!" she found herself saying, and was
for a moment slightly shocked at her own wanton words, sounding like a
common whore to whom the identity of her lovers means nothing. But the
stranger's prick felt wonderful, and the very impersonal nature of her
participation in this weird orgiastic drama was indeed half the
excitement.
Sharon heard Angie's lusty mewl through the confused daze of her own
pain and degradation, and the sound brought her senses back to thoughts
of pleasure, reminding her that what was happening to her was not
intended to be punishment. To be screwed hard and thoroughly was few
women's idea of being put on the rack. She realized with vague surprise
that Jethro's cock working its way in and out of her steadily expanding
cunt-canal was actually beginning to feel good. Amazingly good, in fact.
Reassured by the knowledge that Angie's prediction of indescribable
pleasure was actually coming true, she began to make a few timid
undulations of her hips back towards the tirelessly humping animal,
testing the best way to get most advantage of his hard-thrusting prick.
Sharon realized that she had never been this filled up before in her
life. Always before she could get herself to the point where she was
enjoying the benefits of a thick dick, she had let herself be stymied by
the pain, and had begged off. But now that she had been forced to put up
with the first few minutes of pain, she found that she could take all
the cock Jethro was dishing out with relative ease. And she liked it. In
fact she loved it.
"Oh, yes, darling, fuck me! Fuck me, you beautiful big dog!"
She had finally broken away from Tim's cock long enough to declare her
lust. Then, making a few taunting licks at the swollen mushroom head of
the youth's prick, she opened her mouth wide to swallow the entire
blood-engorged dong with eager hunger.
So good, so good! she thought dementedly to herself, first drinking in
the titillating effects of that hard, relentless cock skewering up into
her quivering cunt, then concentrating on the lovely dick impaling her
willing mouth. Sharon Moore was convinced she had just arrived in
heaven.
Tim Bailey was finding his part in the lusty scenario even more arousing
than the three-way orgy with Angie and Jethro in the woods. This time it
was a rather innocent young woman his own age who was sucking his dick
and taking his dog's hard prick up in her pussy, not a seasoned veteran
of cock-sucking and dog-fucking.
Tim was thoroughly excited by watching the progress of the lovely
redhead's conversion to total sensuality, wildly stimulated by her
fumbling lapping and sucking at his steadily bloating prick. Gazing
around him, Tim was further stimulated by the sight of a whole roomful
of people engrossed in a weird daisy-chain of fucking and sucking and
kissing and hugging.
The youth looked over to where his brother was standing, jacking off and
watching Sharon squirming wantonly under the thrusting pricks of man and
beast. Tim felt a surge of affection for the older man, who, he
realized, was forced into this wild search for pleasure by his own
rather limited sexual responses.
Angie was flying high on a peak of total sensual bliss. She realized it
had been unrealistic of her to try to shut herself off from one
perfectly normal and thoroughly satisfying sexual outlet. To banish men
from her life had been a mistake. She saw that now. All she had to do
was find swingers, the kind of guys who could enjoy sex--all kinds of
sex--for its own sake. Like she did.
For a moment Angie closed her eyes tight and reveled in the tingling
sensations soaring through her entire lustful being. That prick fucking
so tirelessly up between her welcoming pussy-lips felt like nothing she
had known in some time. His stroke was more rhythmic, more sensitive to
her own responses than a dog could ever be, and she delighted in the
cock's thick, filling energy.
For a moment, it even ceased movement altogether. Angie thought she
would go mad with anticipation as her eyes again flew open to watch the
dog-cock fucking furiously into Sharon's defenseless snatch, while every
fiber of her being waited for that anonymous dick in her own pussy to
resume its awesome thrusting.
At last the stranger's cock again drove far up into her greedy
pussy-sheath and Angie thrust her head up with sheer happiness, smiling
broadly as she again quivered to the tune of a fine fierce fucking.
"Oh, put the prick to me, baby! You fuck me so good!" she cried
wantonly.
Sharon was now beyond logic. She didn't see herself as the sacrificial
victim of this entire evening's lewd entertainment, kneeling on a raised
dais in the middle of an eerie white room fucking a dog and sucking a
man's cock, and, from time to time, feeling identityless hands running
over her back and round, upthrust buttcheeks. She was the high priestess
of lust tonight. And she was loving every minute of it!
If Sharon could have smiled, there would have been a grin broad as her
whole face written all over her right now. She could feel tantalizing
little darts of passion assaulting her naked body from the tips of her
curled toes all the way up to her tingling earlobes. Though her
experience in such matters was small, she realized she was about to
undergo an orgasm the likes of which she had never known before. The
steady drumming of Jethro's long thick cock was driving her to it. The
hard, filling girth of Tim's prick in her mouth was calling her to it,
as she licked and swirled her tongue around the slickly sawing shaft.
Tim knew he had never been so excited in his life. He didn't think he
could hold on much longer against Sharon's talented tongue on his
rock-hard tool. He had enjoyed watching the lovely redhead progress from
reluctant self-sacrifice to eager, robust sensuality in the span of a
few hedonistic hours. The way her ass was shoving back to greet the
staccato fuck-thrusts of Jethro's turgid dog-cock indicated her
100-percent participation. She was enjoying fucking and sucking at least
as much as the more experienced Angie had the other morning, and she had
come upon her sensual awakening all in one grand-slam occasion.
"Wow, baby, you are really something else!" Tim groaned, and his cock
suddenly began to shoot out its heavy load of thick white jizz, blasting
the fiery jets far into the back of the redhead's throat.
"Oh, baby! Oh, baby!" he groaned again and again, reveling in the
knowledge that he was the first to release his load into her hungering
depths.
Eager to absorb every last drop of the young Tim's bitter-sweet load of
spunk, Sharon gulped at the exploding knob of his incredibly swollen
rod, at the same time thrusting her butt back to receive the dog's
orgasm that her intensified movement seemed to have triggered at the
same moment. Now she was being filled from both ends with her darling
lovers' fuck-juice, and the knowledge drove her over the peak of wanton
excitement to a never-never land of mind-bending bliss.
"MMmmm!" she moaned greedily around Tim's slowly deflating cock, her
belly, her tits, her whole aroused being floating in the maddening
euphoria of total release.
Just watching the lovely redhead get it off sparked Angie's orgasm, and
she howled into the relative quiet of the lust-filled room.
"Oh, God! I'm coming! COOMMIINNGG!!"
As her belly quivered and churned with its incredible orgasm, she could
feel the cock inside her cunt expand and finally explode with a hot load
of thick jizz.
There were tears of happiness in Angie's eyes as she realized the extent
of the incredible orgasm the five of them had enjoyed almost
simultaneously. It was as though a subtle spell of magic had enveloped
the room, absorbing everyone inside in its incredible power. From other
parts of the room she could hear other men and women shrieking as they
came, and she reveled in the total sensuality that had invaded all their
lives on this strange Saturday night.
She looked over to where Sid Bailey had been pumping his own cock so
energetically to see that he, too, was now getting his release, shooting
a shower of white spunk over Tim and Sharon's heads, his face distorted
by a rigid mask of culminating lust.
Though Angie had felt in the moments of her overwhelming orgasm that she
was spent for the night, that she couldn't possibly summon up the energy
to fuck and suck any more, within minutes she was being maneuvered onto
her back, and another cock was sliding far up into her wet, welcoming
cunt. She opened her eyes to find herself staring into the handsome face
of one of TV's most prominent stars.
She grinned and murmured, "Hi, good-looking," before closing her eyes
and letting herself drift off on another voyage of pure pleasure, one of
several she was to enjoy that night.
Vaguely she was aware of the bustle of activity around her as several
lovely young women competed for the chance to be next to fuck the big,
gold-colored dog. Angie realized dimly she would not get her chance to
screw Jethro tonight, but the thought didn't bother her at all.
Tonight she wanted men, men and more men.
Chapter 8
Sunday morning dawned bright and clear, but there was little activity
around Sid's Arizona ranchhouse until the sun was almost directly
overhead.
Contrary to her usual rise-and-shine habits, Angie was one of the last
to emerge from her room and stroll out onto the pool deck. She felt
incredibly calm and complacently sensual this morning. The previous
night's orgy had loosened her up completely. No longer did she harbor a
vague bitterness against Sally for the fuck she'd interrupted the
previous week. Now her only regret was that the lovely brunette wasn't
there to enjoy pure uninhibited sensuality in the luxurious surroundings
of Sid's Spanish-style ranchhouse.
She felt that today would be a good time to head back home and make up
with her pretty girlfriend, and have a nice, long fuck-session with
Sally and Saxon. Even now, with her entire body apparently sated from
last night's endless sex, she felt a little tingle of arousal in her
cunt as she contemplated the erotic time the three of them would have
together. She even felt there was now a thing or two she could teach
Sally about sex.
Feeling too antsy to just lie beside the pool, Angie decided to go for a
walk. First, though, she walked over to where Sharon and Tim were
stretched out side by side, arms lying casually over one another's
backs. They looked like typical young lovers in their passive mood of
quiet intimacy. No one who hadn't seen for himself would guess the
lascivious activities they had participated in last night.
"Hi, you two," she greeted them, prodding their feet playfully with her
toes.
The couple rolled lazily over onto their backs and smiled up at Angie.
"Good morning," Sharon murmured with the hushed sensuality of a well-fed
cat. "Did you enjoy yourself last night?"
"Words fail me, my dear," Angie giggled, dropping onto her knees between
the handsome twosome and giving them both a big hug. "You sure are nice
people," she said. "And I sure am glad I'm the kind of girl who picks up
strangers and fucks their dogs."
"It was beautiful last night, Angie, it really was. You're an amazing
woman. I really enjoyed fucking you, too," Tim added mischievously.
"Did you fuck me?" Angie asked in surprise, and then laughed.
"Sure did, but you were so far gone by then, you were riding one long
orgasm. I don't think you even noticed when one shift climbed off and
the relief man got on."
"Wow, that's why I feel so good this morning. Fulfilled another one of
my fantasies without even realizing it. Something down here must have
registered though," she remarked lewdly, stroking a hand gently over her
shorts-covered crotch. "It sure feels good." Giving each of the handsome
teenagers a quick kiss, she rose to her feet. "I'm going for a little
walk. To get myself together, as they say. See you later."
Waving gaily at the group around poolside, she went through the fence
gate and headed out across the yard, following a route in the general
direction of the art barn.
Angie felt too full of exuberant energy to be satisfied with just
walking, so she broke into a playful little run, a kind of childlike
hippity-hop. Without consciously having any idea of where she was going
or what she intended to do, she went directly to the barn.
While I'm here, I may as well drop in and say hello to Jethro, she
thought, realizing suddenly that she was anxious to see the dog again.
She had missed getting fucked by him last night, and now seemed like as
good a time as any to make up for that oversight.
You really are a horny broad, she scolded herself playfully, in fact
amazed that she could actually think about more sex after last night's
orgy. It really seemed that the more she got, the more she wanted.
Jethro's quarters were a well-cushioned stall in one corner of the barn.
Angie was disappointed to discover that the animal was not where she
expected to find him. She headed back out through the open door, only to
spot the huge golden dog bounding across the mesquite in her direction,
his ears flapping in the breeze as he barked in greeting.
"Hi, Jethro. Here, boy!" Angie called the handsome dog, collapsing in a
fit of giggles when Jethro raised both paws to her shoulders and
smothered her face with wet generous kisses. "Hey, hey, hold it, fella!
Wow, you sure are excitable today. Last night did great things for your
disposition, too, I see." She led the dog back into the barn in an
unconscious search for more privacy.
Jethro settled down comfortably in his cushioned bed when Angie sat down
there. "You sure are a pretty boy, Jethro darling," Angie crooned as she
stroked his fur with long smooth motions that ran from the top of his
head down to his long ragged tail. The animal's features immediately
took on a look of sheer bliss as he reveled in the woman's comforting
attentions.
"You like being with your Angie, don't you boy, even now when you know
you could fuck any girl in the house."
Angie was feeling lewd and intensely stimulated, and the idea of having
her own little private orgy here with the dog seemed a fitting and
titillating aftermath to the previous evening's erotic activities.
Angie wanted to make Jethro feel really good, and she probed her libido
for some inspiration that would make this session with the big dog
something special. She would likely be leaving this evening, and she
wanted to give Jethro something to remember her by. Something he hadn't
yet experienced with any of his newfound lovers.
Just then Angie caught sight of the animal's hardening red prick peeking
from its furry sheath, and what she should do suddenly seemed
self-evident. She wanted to feel that hard, slippery dog-cock in her
mouth!
A little thrill of excitement ran through her cunt as she realized just
how depraved her intention was. She had never even sucked Saxon's cock.
But she wanted to go down on Jethro--right now.
Before starting, Angie decided to remove her shorts and top and get
herself thoroughly in the mood for a good sexy encounter. Once naked,
she already felt titillated by the sheer fact of lying curled up with
the dog in his hair-littered bed, hugging and stroking him as she would
a human lover, her own fair skin such a tantalizing complement to his
long golden fur.
Jethro was lying on his side facing Angie, and it was easy for her to
reach over and begin stroking his tapered rod to increasing firmness
with one hand while the other worked at her own heating gash.
"Oh, Jethro, darling," she cooed into the big dog's ear. "You have such
a lovely hard cock, sweetheart. Just touching it makes me want to do all
kinds of things with it, to feel it inside my pussy again."
Her own wanton words inciting her to action, the excited blonde bent her
head down and clasped the hard, pulsing dog-cock between her lips,
making timid nibbling motions around the tip before letting the
rock-hard prick-shaft slip farther to the back of her throat.
God, his cock tastes like honey, she thought lewdly as she began to
explore the slippery rod with her tongue, licking and sucking his
blood-engorged tool like a depraved woman, reveling in her own
decadence, her own heart-felt surrender to total sensuality.
The dog Jethro let out a long throaty moan, and Angie felt a responsive
tingle in her own gently writhing cunt to think she was bringing such
forbidden new delights to her impressive dog-lover. She guided his
sleek, thick cock back and forth, back and forth into the welcoming
depths of her mouth with one hand while the other reached down over his
hairy loins to caress his heavy-laden balls. Again the dog whimpered
uncontrollably, wriggling his belly slightly to force his pointed dick
farther back into the perverse woman's mouth.
He has such a beautiful cock. I love the feel of it in my mouth! Angie
thought, racing her tongue round and round the swollen tip, then
absorbing the whole palpitating prick-shaft far into the back recesses
of her slavishly receptive throat. Never in her wildest dreams would she
have imagined herself giving a dog a blow-job, but now here she was
licking and laving this huge animal's distended prick as though her life
depended on it. And loving every incredible, depraved moment!
Last night's orgy had definitely eradicated any earlier inhibitions
Angie might still have had. Now there was nothing left to prevent her
from doing whatever turned her on. She felt totally free to be her most
wanton, liberated self, and the feeling was a good one. At the moment
the feeling was the freedom to suck a dog's cock.
Angie realized she was giving this dog an experience such as none he
might ever again come across, and somehow this thought only reconfirmed
her in her lewd compulsion, made her more sure that there was nothing in
the world right now she wanted more than the wet hard, filling presence
of the dog's cock in her mouth.
The dog's whimpers were becoming more frequent and his loins were
jerking more insistently down towards her hungrily working mouth,
driving Angie to new peaks of sensual stimulation. She could feel hot
pussy-juice running down her thighs from her wetly aroused cunt, and she
decided that, while she was enjoying the depraved pleasure of sucking
the dog's cock, she might as well go all the way and get herself into a
sixty-nine with Tim's huge pet. Then she, too, could get off while she
continued to suck and lap at Jethro's growing red dick.
Hurriedly maneuvering herself around, Angie now lay with her head buried
against the giant animal's loins and her pussy positioned right before
Jethro's nose, offering the animal her wide-open cunt in exchange for
her continued sucking of his pulsing cock.
Jethro was still conscious enough, despite the incredible excitement in
his cock and balls, to smell the muskiness of Angie's pussy and seek out
its hot, tantalizing taste. His tongue shot out and licked wetly all the
way up from Angie's puckered little asshole over the hair-lined crack
that sheltered her cunt-mouth, to the hard nub of her aroused clitoris.
"Mmmmmm!" the blonde moaned wantonly around the filling presence of the
dog's big cock in her mouth, tonguing his tool more frantically as her
crotch churned against Jethro's muzzle in heated response to his rough,
talented dog-tongue.
"Oh, yes, Jethro darling! Lick my cunt like that, sweetie!"
Angie had raised her head from his cock just long enough to encourage
the dog, then she immediately closed her wet lips once again around the
tapered tip of his rampaging rod and began to nibble and slaver her way
down to the base until almost his whole red prick was lost inside her
slaving mouth.
Angie was going wild with perverse excitement just from imagining how
she would look to an observer, curled up in a doggie bed with this huge
golden mongrel, her blonde head buried between his loins, her cunt
pumping furiously up against his dutifully licking tongue. Her whole
body shuddered with wanton arousal as she pictured her own depravity in
her mind's eye, at the same time responding hotly to the long, wet
tongue doing such incredible rousing service to her asshole, her
cunt-lips and her stiff clit.
Lewdly, Angie opened her legs as wide as she could to give the dog total
access to her wildly craving twat, humping her hips furiously in his
face, her mind afire with lust. She could already feel the explosion
building in her belly, and her hunching became more and more rapid in
tempo with the hungry manipulations of her mouth and the stroking of her
hand at Jethro's balls.
" Well, Jesus Christ, what have we here?!"
Despite her excitement, Angie had no difficulty in recognizing the voice
of her host, Sid Bailey. She was reluctant to abandon any aspect of her
wanton activity, so strongly could she feel the lust tendrils torturing
every sensitive little nerve ending in her entire body. If Sid wanted to
watch, that was fine with her. What she wanted was to feel Jethro come
in her mouth, and to feel her own cunt burst in a wild explosive orgasm.
She couldn't stop now.
Sid Bailey had come to the barn for a short respite from the heady
sensual atmosphere in the house. He had come wildly and strongly last
night at the orgy, and he figured that, as usual, he wouldn't be
interested in sex again for at least another ten days or so. He'd been
totally taken by surprise by the sight that greeted him in the barn--the
dog moaning and licking the blonde's cunt while she actually worked her
mouth obscenely up and down Jethro's long, tapered prick. He'd never
seen anything like it. Never expected to see anything like it. A girl
who would actually get into a sixty-nine with a dog!
What amazed the older man most was that he could actually feel his cock
getting hard in his pants, just from watching the incredibly uninhibited
antics this blonde had got herself wrapped up in. He watched Jethro's
turgid red prick ram in and out between her moistly pursed lips, and he
could feel an answering pulsation down in his balls. He watched the
dog's tongue deal long, steady licks to her widespread cunt, and his
brain caught fire with a new perverted lust. He suddenly felt very
strongly that he wanted to become involved in this incredible twosome.
And in a way just as perverse as what Angie had chosen for herself. He
wanted to screw this wanton broad in the asshole!
Impressed by the newfound sexual potency inspired in him by this
remarkably sensual woman, Sid grasped her firmly by the butt and
maneuvered her around so her ass was facing him, her mouth still
laboring over the dog's blood-swollen cock. He began to investigate her
upturned snatch with his finger, prodding at the swollen bud of her
clitoris, then down over the flanges of her cunt, ramming a finger
momentarily up into the hotly seeping confines of her fuck-hole. Then
his finger circled tentatively at the tightly clenched entrance to her
shitter, pushing slightly at the sphincter, then retreating again to
work back down to her clit.
Sid could feel the blood pounding in his dick as he became more and more
excited at the prospect of buggering Angie. The thought that the
kneeling blonde couldn't possibly yet suspect his sadistic plan further
titillated his unusually responsive senses. Absently he ran a hand over
the bulge in his pants, reassuring his growing cock that its turn was
coming soon ... soon.
Angie was slightly dismayed to feel Bailey's hands maneuvering her
around, taking her craving pussy out of range of Jethro's tantalizing
tongue. But the man's hand teasing her clitoris, her cunt and her
asshole was dealing her its own kind of pleasure, and she began to
become wildly aroused again by the thought of getting diddled by this
strange man even while she continued to suck and slaver at the dog's
cock.
Rotating her butt back in eager little circles to encourage Bailey's
hand, she pursed her lips more tightly around the animal's pulsing cock
and moved her head evenly up and down, squeezing the dog's prick with
her lips as she moved.
"God, you never quit, do you, woman?" the TV producer asked in amazement
as he watched her round firm white asscheeks churn backward in search
for more of his fingers.
Bailey pulled down his zipper and freed his swollen prick with one hand
while the other continued to tease its way back and forth between
Angie's clitoris and her tight-clenched bung. He looked down at his
smooth, heavily veined prick lurching so impatiently out from his fly
and patted it gently, reassuring his cock that it would soon get what it
was after.
Turning his attention back to Angie's well-lubricated cunt, he rammed a
finger far up into her fuck-hole, coating it well with her hot, viscous
fluids. Then he moved the finger to her shitter and prodded gently but
insistently at it until his fingertip sunk up into her rubbery asshole
as far as the first joint.
"Uuuuuuugghh!" Angie moaned around the dog-cock still steadily skewering
up into her slaving mouth.
She had never felt a finger invade her asshole before, and the hard,
slender presence shocked and surprised her. But as Bailey began to work
and rotate his finger farther up inside her butt, she discovered a
subtle little masochistic response in her brain trigger her acceptance
of this new kind of sexual invasion.
"Mmm, yessss!" she mewled uninhibitedly, once again rotating her buns in
unrestricted, total acceptance of what Bailey was doing to her
defenseless asshole.
Encouraged by the woman's initial acceptance of his finger in her ass,
Sid pushed harder, until his whole finger was hotly imbedded in her
tight-clasping shit-chute. Just the awareness that he was diddling a
woman's asshole with his finger made Bailey's cock jerk even harder, and
he began to rub the tip in the wet juices clinging to Angie's
pussy-lips, preparing his prick for the difficult penetration to come.
And still his finger remained buried in her bowels, wriggling
excitingly, expanding her asshole for his bloated cock.
Angie's hands and mouth labored frantically over Jethro's hairy balls
and long, tapered prick as the uninhibited blonde responded fully to
Sid's finger wriggling and churning up inside her virginal asshole. She
wouldn't have known how to describe the sensation emanating from the
maddening ass-fingering, but it was definitely sexy. She wanted more and
more of the wildly erotic motions that were expanding and relaxing her
shitter. It made her feel definitely wanton, downright whorish in fact
to realize that she was responding wholeheartedly to this sadistic
erotic stimulation.
Satisfied that the sexy blonde was as ready as she'd ever be, Bailey
carefully pulled his finger from her asshole and began to prod at it
again with the blunt, juices-slickened head of his prick. Slowly,
insidiously, he worked the mushroom knob around and around the
tight-shut bung, massaging and soothing it into accepting response,
stroking away any anxieties Angie might be feeling about this strange
presence at her ass. Then suddenly, without warning, he leaned forward
with all his strength and shoved his blunt-nosed cock partway up Angie's
asshole.
"AAAGGHHHH!!"
Angie's mouth abandoned the dog's pulsing prick as she screamed with
sudden pain. Her buttcheeks strove to wriggle away from the perverted
invasion, her hands clinging convulsively to Jethro's hairy flanks in a
mute appeal for help against this totally unexpected agony.
"You can't do this to me!" she wailed in a pleading, high-pitched voice.
"You'll kill me! Please, Sid! Please take your cock out of my ass!"
But her piteous cries for mercy fell on deaf ears. Bailey was so excited
by this initial penetration of Angie's defenselessly exposed asshole
that her pleas for mercy only goaded him on. Heedless of the pain he was
inflicting, he continued to shove his prick relentlessly forward, far up
into the hot, tight, glovelike passage that was the most provocative
refuge his rock-hard cock had ever known.
"You're gonna love it, baby!" he told the distraught woman sadistically.
"Just wait and see. You're gonna love feeling my cock sawing in and out
of that sweet little round ass of yours."
"No, Sid, please! It hurts so bad! Please let me go!"
Still the anxious blonde wriggled and pleaded with her merciless
tormentor, and still Bailey's hard, pulsating cock continued to force
its way up into the reluctantly yielding folds of her rubbery
shit-chute. Angie simply couldn't imagine how anyone could be this
cruel. She'd felt she was ready for anything in the way of sexual
experience, but pain--downright agony--did not fall into her definition
of turn-on sensations. She felt horribly trapped, and totally
humiliated.
Hot tears began to flow down the blonde's face as she knelt pinioned
before the heavy-set producer, her body racked with pain, her mouth
oblivious to the dog's prick that jutted from his loins inches from her
contorted face.
"Please, Sid! Please, please!" she wailed over and over again, her
endless pleas for mercy accompanied by a compulsive rocking motion that
tried to ease the pain in her stretched-out bung as Bailey began to saw
in and out of her asshole in short, powerful little strokes.
Sid mistook Angie's wriggling attempts to escape the pain for a dawning
response to his ass-fucking.
"That's it, baby!" he encouraged her. "You're starting to like it,
aren't you? I knew a hot cunt like you would turn on to anything. Even
getting screwed in the ass. What would the folks back home think if they
could see their little Angie now, eh? Why, she's turned into a whore,
they'd say."
Bailey grinned down maliciously at the firmly molded asscheeks that
wriggled provocatively before his relentless gaze.
"God, you've got a beautiful ass, doll!" he complimented her in a voice
that was becoming hoarse with lust. "Jeez, I just love fucking this
gorgeous little ass of yours!"
His eyes were becoming glazed over with the unmistakable signs of total
preoccupied sensuality. Bailey realized he hadn't been this turned on
since he was a carefree schoolboy, and he had this hot little blonde to
thank for it all. Man, she was really something else. He thanked his
lucky stars for the day Tim had brought this chick home with him.
Despite herself, Angie found she was becoming strangely stimulated by
Sid Bailey's perversely erotic words and the images they evoked. Sure,
the folks back home would think she'd turned into a whore if they could
see her kneeling in a dog's bed, his hard prick staring her in the face
while a dirty old man fucked the living shit out of her defenseless
asshole.
Angie realized there was a strong element of masochism in these new
titillating feelings she was experiencing, and for a moment she felt
ashamed that she should revel in her own humiliation. But on the other
hand, she reminded herself, sadomasochism was another aspect of
sensuality, one she hadn't really investigated so far.
As the pain in her asshole gradually abated, just as Bailey had
predicted it would, she began to actually take joy from the idea of her
own humiliation, her own total subjugation to another's perverted will.
She was beginning to enjoy the concept of being fucked brutally in the
ass--and simultaneously she was beginning to enjoy the reality of
Bailey's relentless bestial screwing. Her bung was starting to feel
incredibly stimulated, and now Angie's butt began rotating backward in
orgiastic acceptance of Bailey's buggering prick.
Once again Angie contemplated the stiff, bright-red length of the dog's
hard prick with hungry desire, and she bent forward to again enclose his
whole cock up in her mouth. Like a woman gone wild, she sucked hungrily
at the engorged cock, her head working up and down its slick, distended
length in obscene tempo to the hard, relentless fuck-strokes into her
newly initiated asshole. For a moment her mouth again abandoned Jethro's
cock, so she could look back over her shoulder at Bailey.
"Jesus, it feels good, you fucking bastard! Screw my ass, if that's what
you want! Fuck me! I love it! I love it!"
Driven to new heights of wanton sensuality by her own lewd words, Angie
again clamped her flushed pink lips over the dog's cock and
reestablished the sucking rhythm that she hoped would bring the
whimpering dog to orgasm. She wanted to feel his hot jism shooting into
the back of her throat. She wanted to swallow every last drop of the
animal's sperm, to revel in her own depraved sensuality by taking all
Jethro's load into her throat while Bailey emptied his spunk into her
forever stretched asshole.
It suddenly occurred to Angie that her present situation was almost the
reverse of the one she'd experienced in the forest the other day with
Jethro fucking her cunt while she sucked Tim's cock. Now it was the
dog's cock she was sucking, while the man fucked her, only this time her
asshole was experiencing the hard-driving stimulation of a swollen cock,
not her cunt.
She was impressed by her own boldness, her own wanton sexuality, as she
realized there was indeed nothing she couldn't take without becoming
hopelessly excited, thoroughly turned on. She was the total sensual
woman, with no hole now virginal. She realized she'd only thought she
was free before. Now she really was.
Suddenly Angie realized that what she most wanted to do now was to go
home and share her new worldliness with Sally. Now their relationship
could be all and more she'd ever hoped it could be. No jealousy, no
possessiveness, just endless enjoyable sexuality.
Seized by a sudden intense happiness, Angie undulated her asscheeks
furiously back to meet the powerful, stimulating fuck-strokes Bailey was
directing far up into her tight asshole. It felt so good, so good, and
Angie grunted abandonedly around the dog-cock in her mouth as her belly
and butt pleaded for more of the exciting ass-fucking that was driving
her to new summits of wanton sexual fantasy striving to swallow all
Bailey's relentless prick in her tight-grasping asshole.
"God, baby, you are too much!" Bailey grunted through clenched teeth as
he strove to meet the furious rotating tempo of the blonde's shapely
butt. He had never seen a woman turn on to any kind of fucking the way
this beauty was responding right now, and the thought that it was his
own thick stiff prick ramming in and out of her ass that was turning
Angie on like this drove him to a wild peak of abandon that the sexually
inhibited male had never known before.
Bailey had spent an adult lifetime trying to find his own stride
sexually, to discover the kind of erotic stimulation that would allow
him to enjoy the intense arousal other people apparently experienced.
Now his cock was palpitating with a fury he would never have dared dream
of mere hours ago. And it was all thanks to this gorgeous, sexy blonde
whom chance had brought into his life and lust had bound here for the
best part of the last incredible week.
Sid could feel his cock growing steadily as it continued to stroke in
and out of Angie's responsive asshole. In a moment, he realized he would
enjoy an orgasm such as he had never known before, and he threw heart
and soul into rushing out to meet this new overwhelming experience in
sensuality.
Feeling the presence of Bailey's mercilessly skewering cock growing up
in her dilated shitter, Angie felt some last switch of self-control slip
into overdrive as her mouth pumped furiously up and down over Jethro's
slippery dick and her ass swallowed Bailey's tool with superhuman
abandon.
"Ohh, I'm coming! I'm coming, baby! FUUCCKK!!" she heard the older man
yell behind her even as she tasted the first drops of the dog's fiery
jizz shooting into the back of her throat. The two males' release
triggered her own orgasm, and for long moments there was nothing in her
being but sheer skyrocketing sensation that triggered and exploded every
hidden little nerve-ending in her entire quivering body.
"Mmmmmm!" she mewled happily around Jethro's spurting cock, swallowing
greedily until the big dog's dick was sucked dry, only then letting
herself slump forward against his belly in orgasmic exhaustion. She
could feel Sid's convulsive seizures up behind her gradually abate as
the big man fell forward on her, the last ounce of his climactic energy
exhausted.
"First-class, baby. You are really a top-drawer babe, you know that?"
Sid complimented her, then lapsed into silence as all three orgiasts let
the revitalized strength of sexual satisfaction seep into their
exhausted limbs and bellies.
* * *
Jethro, Sharon, Tim and Sid were all gathered around Angie out by her
big Buick. They were there to say good-bye and all four experienced
their own little pangs of sorrow as they realized just how much they
owed to this generous, sensual California woman. The thought they might
never see her again was painful to each of the three humans, and even
Jethro was whimpering slightly, sensing that the pretty lady was going
away and realizing intuitively that he would miss her.
It was past nine o'clock on Sunday evening, and Angie was determined to
get away tonight, although Sid, Tim and Sharon had all done their best
to persuade her to stay just one more night. She was going to miss her
newfound friends and lovers, but she felt that she must get back to
Sally as soon as possible, to establish that things were going to be all
right between them, and to share her incredible recent experiences with
her lovely girlfriend. She could no longer stand the suspense of being
out of touch with Sally, of not knowing how things were with the other
woman.
Angie shuddered to recall how cruel she'd been the last time she saw
Sally, and she wanted to make up for that thoughtlessness as soon as
possible. She needed to reconfirm the old roots. It was fun to get away
and meet new friends and enjoy new experiences, but home and
old-established loved ones were still best.
With lots of hugs and kisses and promises of future visits all around,
Angie got into her car and drove quickly off, her eyes misty with the
sad-happy pain of parting.
"Quite a woman," Sid Bailey muttered as Angie drove off. "I don't think
any of us will be quite the same now that we've met her."
Nodding silent agreement, Tim and Sharon stood arm in arm, watching the
Buick disappear into darkness. Jethro barked two short sharp barks of
farewell that echoed and died in the cold desert night.
Chapter 9
It was almost dawn when Angie pulled up in front of the frame house she
and Sally shared. All seemed dark inside, peaceful, quite the same as
usual. Angie felt little tingles of apprehension inside as she emerged
from the car and headed for the back door. For the first time, it
occurred to her that perhaps Sally wouldn't want her back. Maybe the
pretty brunette had discovered that she preferred life on her own.
Feeling suddenly anxious about her reception, Angie let herself quietly
into the house.
The first thing that greeted her was a powerful collision with a furry
body. Saxon had recognized Angie's odor at once, and he was all over the
blonde, covering her face and hands and shoulders with rough wet kisses.
It was with difficulty that Angie kept from crying aloud. She held up a
finger to her mouth and shushed the dog, whispering, "Come on, Saxon,
honey. Let's give Sally a big surprise, shall we?"
Excitement suddenly replacing anxiety, Angie hurried to Sally's bedroom,
surprised to find the door closed and a faint glimmer of light peeking
through the crack beneath.
Maybe she's reading, Angie thought, and opened the door just the barest
crack, fitting her eye to it to take a look inside. She felt the old
familiar shock of jealousy when she spied Sally poised over a supine
man, her cunt sliding wetly up and down on his hard, upthrust prick.
Then excitement replaced jealousy as Angie reminded herself that she was
a totally liberated woman, who could appreciate the very excitement
Sally was experiencing from that turgid cock sunk up in her snatch.
"Mmmm, feels wonderful," Sally was saying, her hands kneading the man's
hairy belly as she maneuvered her hips up and down over his thick,
filling prick. "I love your cock, Harry baby."
Before she could stop him, Saxon had nosed his way past Angie and pushed
right on into the bedroom, jumping up onto the bed beside Sally and her
male companion.
"Saxon, how did you get in here?" Sally asked in exasperation,
automatically looking back at the now open door. "Angie!" she cried as
she spotted her girlfriend framed in the doorway. At once, in fear and
embarrassment, she began to dismount from her lover's cock. "Angie, not
again. I didn't want you to come back to this. But I was so lonely."
The blonde rushed over to the bed to comfort her friend. She reached out
and grasped Sally's buttcheeks, gently pushing them back down onto
Harry's cock.
"It's okay, baby," she assured Sally, planting a quick kiss on her
girlfriend's moist full lips. "I've changed a lot in the last week. I've
grown up, I think. And it would give me great pleasure to watch you get
fucked by this muscle-bound hunk of man."
Angie was feeling increasingly excited by the sensual scene she had
interrupted and she continued to guide Sally's hips up and down over the
man's prick while her lips melded with Sally's in a long soul-kiss.
The man lying on the bed was totally mystified by this new turn in the
course of sensual events that had been going on without respite since he
had brought Sally home from the bar about two in the morning. He was a
little annoyed by the intrusion of this other woman between him and his
view of Sally riding on his achingly hard prick. But then the full
realization that this intruder must be Sally's lesbian lover began to
turn him on, and he started to entertain lewd visions of himself fucking
both lovely women, converting them back to the unquestionable virtues of
heterosexual sex.
Harry reached up and began to stroke the blonde's ass through her dress,
gradually working his hand down until it slipped up under the hem of the
dress and came into contact with smooth bare flesh. Encouraged to find
the stranger undulating her hips in response to his caress, he shot his
hand right up to where her panties should be, but instead made direct,
titillating contact with the hair-bordered slit of the woman's cunt. She
wasn't wearing any panties!
"Hey, man, this is one sexy friend you've got here," Harry told Sally.
"Doesn't even wear any panties. Her cunt feels like liquid honey, too."
And, pushing Angie's dress all the way up so it was draped around her
waist, he began to pump two fingers up into the damp, clinging confines
of Angie's eager cunt-hole, timing his stroking rhythm to that
established by his cock fucking up into Sally's hot responsive snatch.
Angie was finding the spontaneous sensuality of her homecoming
incredibly exciting, and already she could feel amazing little darts of
wild lust soaring throughout her body in response to the man's fingers
ramming into her cunt. She pulled her head back so she could get a
better look at Sally, who had closed her eyes and was churning and
contorting her hips spasmodically over the man's thick, slickly
glistening dick.
She really is beautiful, Angie thought as she admired her girlfriend's
lush, swelling tits, taut belly and ripely molded hips. Suddenly she
felt an overwhelming desire to help Sally experience the unbelievable
heights of eroticism she herself had known this weekend at the ranch.
She caught sight of Saxon nosing at the moist aromatic spot where
Sally's cunt meshed with the man's cock, and was immediately inspired
with an incredible idea. She wanted to see Sally being fucked by the man
and the dog at the same time. She'd read about such things, but never
believed they really happened. Now her own broadened sensual experience
told her such an arrangement could be the very pinnacle of erotic
fulfillment.
Arranging herself alongside the fucking couple so her ass was still
thrust back towards the stranger's head, so he could continue to ram his
fingers up into her moist needing cunt, she encouraged Sally to bend
forward slightly and tilt her ass up so it would give a convenient
target for the German shepherd.
"Wh-What are you doing, Angie?" Sally asked nervously, part of her
conscious of what it was her roommate must have in mind, the other half
not daring to believe her girlfriend could actually entertain such a
lewd idea.
"You're not thinking what I think you're thinking, are you, Angie?"
The blonde's eyes were becoming glazed with lascivious abandon as she
patted Sally's ass, coaxing the dog to mount her.
"Sally, honey, you are about to have the most amazing fuck of your whole
life. I guarantee it."
Angie smiled to herself, realizing the tables were now turned completely
from that night months ago when Sally had gently coaxed her into trying
to fuck a dog. Now it was she who was directing the sex-session. She
planned to see her dark-haired friend sandwiched between dog and man,
being double-fucked to the most incredible orgasm of her whole young
life. That was what Angie wanted right now more than anything else. She
wanted Sally to know the total sensuality she herself had experienced at
Sid Bailey's ranchhouse--and even go one step farther.
Sadism was beginning to take possession of Angie's mind as she helped
the dog mount Sally's butt and began to guide his slippery cock towards
the brunette's vulnerably upthrust asshole. Part of her, Angie knew,
still wanted to see Sally punished for the hurt she'd caused Angie last
week. Once that happened, the score would be even. Then they could start
over again, fresh, with no repressed grudges to mar their relationship.
Sally began to tremble noticeably when she felt the tapered point of the
big dog's cock brushing over the defenseless opening to her virginal
shitter. She was tempted to battle wildly for her freedom, aware that if
she wanted this incredible situation to come to a halt, she must act
now. Once she was double-skewered between man and dog, it would be too
late. She would be defenseless prey to whatever her three lovers wanted
to do to her.
Frightened as she was, Sally decided to trust Angie, to believe her
girlfriend when she told her this would be the most amazing fuck of her
life. She had never shrunk from adventure so far. Why start now?
Hesitantly, ever so carefully she began to thrust her hips back to meet
Saxon's prick.
Lying on the bed, passive spectator to what was going on around him,
except for his fingers ramming into Angie's twat and his cock shoving up
into Sally's pussy, Harry simply could not believe what seemed to be
about to happen here in this apparently ordinary, middle-class bedroom.
The woman he was fucking was about to take a dog's cock up in her ass,
to be doubly impaled by hard cocks, half-animal, half-human!
"Jeez!" he whispered under his breath. "You broads are really something.
I just hope I can keep up with the both of you."
"It won't be easy," Angie laughed, overhearing the man's quiet
declaration. "But once you get tuned in on being a totally erotic
person, I think your body will handle it from there. Just groove on
what's happening, baby!"
That was all the thought Angie had for the human male for the moment, as
she now held Saxon's cock firmly at the entrance to Sally's ass and
waited for the dog to lunge forward.
With unerring instinct, Saxon sensed the cushiony opening before him and
thrust forward, managing to sink his cock the first couple of inches up
into the resisting rubbery depths of the woman's untried bung. Not
having a human's capacity for self-control, he began to shove his cock
forward, in hard lunging strokes, until his whole prick was buried balls
deep up in the brunette's ass. Once the penetration was complete, Saxon
unhesitatingly began to plunge his prick in and out of Sally's asshole,
pulling little folds of pink ass-flesh outward with his cock on the
outstroke and then shoving far back up inside on the backstroke.
Angie was watching this incredible threesome with mouth hung open,
tongue lolling from between her lips as she drank in the sight of
Sally's lewdly penetrated shitter trying to adjust to the dog's ramming
prick. She had never seen anything like it, and she thrust her butt
lustfully back to meet Harry's tireless fingers as the excitement in her
belly built to steadily rising peaks.
"Oh, Angie! Ooh Angie!" Sally was moaning again and again, trying to
adjust her position to ease the shocking pain that had invaded her
vulnerable asshole passage. "It hurts, Angie!" she mewled, her face
already contorting in a perverse lust that actually reveled in her pain
and humiliation.
Unknown to Angie, Sally had been used to masturbating by shoving a
finger up into her bung as well as into her cunt, visualizing herself
getting double-fucked just as she was now. She had always been something
of a masochist, and now Angie had fulfilled her most vivid desire--to be
totally dominated, thoroughly invaded by hard relentless cock-flesh.
Sally began to moan loudly into the erotic hush of the room, her whole
body shuddering in whorish abandon as she reveled in the hard, tapered
dog-cock skewering far up into her pain-racked asshole and the smooth,
thick man-cock filling her wet hungry pussy. She wanted this more than
anything she had ever wanted before, and her wild hip undulations
indicated she was going to do everything in her power to see all three
of them to an unforgettable climax.
Angie could not believe how quickly her girlfriend had responded to this
lewd double-fucking. She couldn't imagine that any woman could be turned
on that quickly to something so initially painful. Then she realized
that Sally must be a masochist, must like to experience pain, which by
its very welcome nature was immediately transformed by her craving body
into a kind of cruel pleasure.
Angie began to understand why Sally had to go out and compulsively chase
men, men who would treat her like dirt both during and after their
screwing. She needed to be punished, she craved it, and Angie had
unconsciously fulfilled her deepest desires.
The aroused blonde was pleased that she was helping her lovely
girlfriend work out her sexual hang-ups. Perhaps once she had realized
this perverted fancy, Sally would be ready to accept sensuality more
openly, for the sheer pleasure of it rather than for the pain and
degradation. If not, well that was her bag, and whatever turned Sally on
would be just fine with Angie.
Angie wanted them to share everything, but everything together from now
on. Fucking men, dogs, each other, whatever came along. They would be
afraid of nothing. They would take on all comers. Theirs would be total
complete, unquestioning sensuality.
Harry was in a trancelike state of wanton arousal as he lay on the bed,
agonizingly aware that he was sharing a woman's body with a dog. He
could feel the presence of the dog's cock through the thin membrane that
separates asshole and cunt, and he strove mightily to try to keep up
with the dog's compulsive, staccato fuck-rhythm. He was so intensely
aroused by what was happening to him this morning, that for a while he
forgot all about his fingers up inside the blonde's cunt. But Angie's
impatient hip rotations reminded him of his oversight and he began to
ram his fingers harder and faster up into the woman's craving fuck-hole.
Angie was beside herself with arousal as she watched the two cocks
fucking her girlfriend, and she raised up so she could again kiss Sally
in a long, throaty, sensual kiss that sealed the bond of the incredible
sexual experience they were sharing. All her love, all her lust, all her
need was stored in that kiss, and it was several moments before the
women's mouths parted, their tongues darting out for one parting dueling
encounter.
"Sally, you're so beautiful," Angie told her girlfriend in lusty
admiration of her sensual response to the double-fucking she was
getting.
"Oh, it feels good now, Angie, so good!" Sally replied, undulating her
hips greedily for more of the hard-driving cocks, her body still
somewhat surprised to find that it was experiencing nothing now but
pure, unadulterated pleasure. The last perverse tingles of pain had fled
long ago, leaving the excited woman soaring high on a sensation-bound
trip toward heaven.
"I think I'm going to come, Angie! It feels so goooood!"
Angie watched her girlfriend's eyes grow wide with dazed excitement as
her whole body shivered and shuddered in the uncontrollable paroxysms of
orgasm.
"Saxon's coming in my asshole, Angie!" the orgasmically excited Sally
cried to her friend as her body continued to fly high on the summit of
total release.
Hearing that the woman riding him was coming and feeling the dog's cock
going off up inside her asshole, Harry came, filling the room with his
uninhibited bellows as he jerked and jerked and jerked again, filling
Sally's cunt with hot jets of fuck-juice.
Angie even experienced her own orgasm just from Harry's fingers up
inside her twat, as she tuned in on the force and intensity of the other
three's climaxes to find her own skyward route to momentary paradise.
"Jeez, this had been one hell of a night, ladies," Harry muttered as he
strove to get to his feet.
Angie caught him off-balance and pulled him back down onto the bed.
"Where do you think you're going, honey?" she asked the big man. "You've
got a few more tasks to perform before you're free to go." And the
excited blonde fell on his cock and began to suck it to renewed
hardness.
"I've got to get to work," Harry protested feebly.
"You've got your work cut out for you right here," Sally told him,
catching Angie's mood and positioning her dripping pussy over Harry's
face. "A day at home in bed never hurt any man."
"Not yet," Harry agreed resignedly, darting out his tongue to lap at her
hardening clit.
Chapter 10
Nick Petrushka had been reading meters now for close to twenty years,
and he figured he had the job aced. In fact, to the point where it
actually had become quite boring. Same old round--ring the doorbell,
lady in scruffy slippers and bathrobe, curlers in her hair, lets you in,
you read the numbers, and you're gone. That's all there was to it. Every
work day for nineteen years and seven months.
Here we go again, Nick sighed to himself as he headed up the walk
towards the attractive yellow frame house that was next on his route.
Actually this particular route was new to Nick, but everything,
everybody on it so far had been so much like the old familiar places and
faces that it didn't seem to make much difference. He'd asked for a new
route to ease the boredom, but it hadn't worked. Maybe it's time I
looked for a new career, he thought glumly as he rang the doorbell.
Nick immediately felt a familiar apprehension as he heard a dog bark on
the other side of the front door. One of the cardinal hazards of his
profession was unfriendly dogs, and the graying meter man was in no mood
to fight off a canine assault at the moment. All he wanted was to get
the day over with as quickly and as painlessly as possible.
After ringing the doorbell a second time, Nick was rewarded with the
sound of human footsteps on the other side of the door. In a moment it
had swung open and a very attractive brunette in a bathrobe, no slippers
and no curlers in her long shiny, black hair, was smiling at him through
the screen.
Nick had to swallow hard before he could find his voice. The woman's
terry robe was tied so loosely in front he could see a good three inches
of the cleavage and curves of her full, round boobs. And what's more,
just another half-inch and he was sure he'd be able to catch a glimpse
of her beaver.
"Good ... good morning, ma'am," he stammered, his cool gone for the
first time in almost twenty years on the job. "I'm your new m-m-meter
man."
The woman smiled a bright welcome as she swung the screen door open to
admit the shaken man. "Good morning. Please come in. You look like you
could use a cup of coffee, am I right?"
Nick couldn't believe his ears. Sure, he'd heard the old jokes about the
milk man, the delivery man or the meter man being greeted at the door by
a beautiful, half-dressed, horny woman, but this was the first time
anything like it had happened to him. He'd become a skeptic, in fact,
about the truth of any of those stories.
Edging through the door, Nick stuck out a cautious hand to stroke the
big German shepherd who stood close at his mistress' heels. "Sure sounds
good, ma'am ... the coffee, I mean," he managed to blurt out once he was
well inside the living room, his hat and his clipboard in his hand, his
face apprehensive but brightening with an unfamiliar eagerness.
"Hey, you know, you're kind of cute," the brunette was saying, moving
closer to the older man and wrapping her arms around his neck, planting
a long, wet kiss on his trembling lips.
When their lips had parted, Nick looked long and hard into the
brunette's dark eyes, and suddenly something in him snapped. The boredom
and frustration of twenty years of tedium melted away and he was alive
again.
Hell, he thought arrogantly, I'm only forty-three years old. Why
shouldn't this good-looking broad find me attractive?
Needing no further invitation, the mouse-turned-tiger grabbed the girl
tightly around the shoulders and swung her down, leaning over her to
plant a long Don-Juan-type kiss on her trembling lips. The meter man
could feel his cock pulsing to an unaccustomed excitement in his pants
as he realized that this gorgeous, half-naked woman was actually
trembling under his touch, obviously dying with need for more of his
ardent attentions.
"Hey, baby, why don't we take off this bathrobe?" he suggested boldly,
pulling the ties apart and slipping the garment down off her shoulders,
letting it fall to the floor in a heap at her feet.
For a moment Nick's old timidity came back as the shy man drank in the
full, out-thrust swell of the brunette's tanned boobs, their little pink
nipples hardening to taut erection under his gaze. Her belly was smooth
and flat, her hips full and swelling. Nick suddenly wondered if he could
handle this obviously highly sexed, ripe example of lush womanhood.
After many years of fucking an apathetic, overweight, out of shape wife
every two or three weeks, Nick was not sure he was ready for the demands
of Venus. He was too used to beer-swilling Agnes Petrushka.
"What's the matter?" the girl pouted, a frown contorting her features
into an expression that made her even more desirable to Nick. "Don't you
think I'm pretty?"
Her eyes glistened with a little twinkle of mischief as she moved in on
the reluctant man and began to undo the buttons of his blue uniform
shirt.
"Why don't you let me see what you look like?" she asked coquettishly,
her tits rubbing lewdly against his chest as she helped him raise his
arms out of his shirt.
Nick's fear was again forgotten in a new rush of lust as he realized
this gorgeous woman was actually so hot for his body that she was
tearing the clothes right off him. He suddenly forgot to be
self-conscious as the simple truth struck him that his sexual capacity
had seemed minimal over the past years only because there had been
nothing within grabbing distance to arouse it. The way his cock was
thumping in his baggy trousers at the moment, he didn't have the
slightest worry that he'd be able to give the lady a good fuck once she
got his clothes off.
"Ma'am, you are the most beautiful piece of woman I have ever seen this
side of dreamland," he complimented the lusty woman as she knelt down to
help him step out of his pants. "I ..."
Words suddenly failed him as she reached up and pulled down his
orange-striped boxer shorts, freeing to the cool air in the living room
the hard staff of his urgently swaying cock.
He was amazed to hear the girl's breath suck in rapidly and her eyes
grow big as she exclaimed: "My, what a beautiful cock you have, darling!
It's so long and thick. You must have a very happy wife."
Nick's whole face lit up with pride as his ears hummed to the tune of
her praise.
Yeah, it is a pretty good cock, he thought smugly as he stroked the
blood-swollen rod. I used to think my dick was above average ... but I
guess I kind of forgot about all that since I married Agnes ...
The naked meter man forgot about Agnes, too, as he felt the brunette's
hands gently urge his own away from his out-thrusting prick, and her
mouth close wetly over the rock-hard tool.
Jeez, she's sucking my cock! he thought wildly, but still it took an
extra couple of moments before the reality of his situation struck home.
He had actually come to this house to read a gas meter, and within
moments he had the voluptuous young lady of the house kneeling on the
carpet in front of him nibbling at his prick.
Naw, it can't be happening! he chided, slapping his face to wake himself
up. But even after the slap, when he looked down, there was a lovely
brunette head laboring over his rigid cock, and the sensations coursing
through every nerve-ending in his body were gradually convincing him
that this was no wet dream. Nothing but the real thing could feel this
good.
Clasping the woman's head in his hands, Nick closed his eyes and began
to concentrate fully on the liquid-honey titillation emanating from his
achingly distended cock. It was like his cock had suddenly become buried
in smooth dark velvet that coated and laved and taunted every inch of
his throbbing rod to increasing peaks of painful rigidity.
He looked down to watch his customer poking out her tongue between full
pink lips to prod excitingly at the little slit in the end of his prick,
lapping hungrily at the single drop of pre-cum that hovered there, then
swirling her tongue all around the mushroom-shaped head, coaxing it to
saw back up into her, begging it to fill her throat with its lusty
thickness.
Inspired by his own lewd thoughts, Nick thrust his hips forward
brutally, even as his hands sought a stronger grip in her flowing dark
hair. Holding her head steady, he began to pump his prick steadily in
and out of her welcoming mouth, moaning huskily as he reveled in his new
heaven-sent paradise of lusty abandon.
"Sally, where are you? Who was at the door?"
Another female voice echoed through the house, shocking Nick back into
semiconsciousness as he drew his dick quickly back from the kneeling
woman's lips and scrambled for his clothes.
Jeez, she's not even alone! he thought wildly, his cheeks flushing with
embarrassment as he heard the sound of a pair of pumps heading for the
living room.
He had only managed to get one leg into his pants when a naked blonde in
pink high heels strolled into the room, a momentary look of surprise on
her face quickly shifting to one of eager excitement.
"Hey, I see you've got us a live one"' she laughed, heading straight
toward the meter man, and giving his moist glistening cock a hard
squeeze. "He's pretty," she said lustfully. "What should we do with
him?"
"Well, I was doing a pretty good job of sucking his cock when he got
scared off by the sound of your voice," Sally cooed, her words hushed
and musical as she looked up into Nick's eyes with a look of heated
desire.
"What do you say, Mr. Meter Man?" she teased. "Do you think you can
handle both of us? Angie and I have been so horny all morning, we were
just wondering how we could get our hands on some big handsome man with
a big handsome cock to bring a little ray of sunshine into our lives."
Nick took a long slow swallow as he contemplated the wealth of riches he
had stumbled upon on this perfectly ordinary Thursday morning in his
twentieth year as a meter man. He quickly decided the twenty years of
drought had been worth it for this one day of manna flowing from heaven.
His senses reeled at the idea of fucking these two ripe beauties all
day, and then maybe going home and fucking Agnes for good measure. He
suspected the course of events today were going to make a new man of
him.
Boldly the older man walked back over to where Sally still knelt on the
floor, and rammed his cock once again up between her ready ovaled lips.
"Suck my dick a few minutes, baby," he told her. "Then we'll see what
old John Henry can do to make you girls feel better. I hate to see
anybody as pretty as you two suffering."
Angie walked over to the lewdly coupled twosome and planted a big wet
kiss on Nick's mouth.
"So you won't feel pressured," she told him, once she had broken away
from the throaty embrace, "Saxon is always willing to help out."
She nodded in the direction of the big German shepherd who stood
anxiously nearby, watching, his tail wagging eagerly.
"Dogs, too? Who are you girls anyway? Wonder Woman and friend?"
Angie laughed. "No. We prefer to think of ourselves as something more
like Robin Hood and her Merry Woman. We like to take what we can and
give more than we take."
"Great idea!" Nick enthused, wrapping the blonde in another warm
embrace.
And the day wore on ...
The End
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