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WARNING:
This story is fiction, and should be treated as such.
The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY,
and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an
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Angie's Dog Orgy
By Janet McCoy
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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