Beastiality

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 he