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Angie's Dog Orgy
by Janet McCoy (address withheld)
First published by TheEditor

***

An attractive, sexually aggressive woman is tired of her 
prudish boyfriend. When she visit's a girlfriend to 
complain about her sex life with her boyfriend and finds 
her not home, she sits with Saxon, her friend's German 
Sheppard for a while. Ultimately she finds a lover who 
doesn't think she's too aggressively sexual. (MF, FF, 
FF-beast, oral, anal, orgy)

***

-= Chapter 1 =-

It was almost one a.m. The dance floor was crowded, 
swollen with an erotic jostling of squirming loins and 
legs and asses. Angie had been dancing almost nonstop 
for the last 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 butt-cheeks 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 ass-cheeks 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. With a 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 
pant legs 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 ass-cheek.

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, baby! Do it to me right here on the 
beach. I need it so bad, Davie."

Her hands roved caressingly over the big man's ass as 
she spread her legs a little wider and thrust her 
clitoris against the palm of his hand while her cunt-
hole rhythmically swallowed and disgorged the maddening 
intrusion of his finger. She reached up to kiss him once 
again, her wet lips sucking hungrily on his tongue that 
jabbed out to meet her, in lewd simulation of the 
finger-fucking that was going on down below.

Angie felt uncontrollable waves of animal excitement 
wash over her horny body. Her need for his cock was 
building furiously, and she thought she might even be 
able to come once before she asked him to fuck her. She 
didn't think she could hold out that long, though.

Angie wanted something longer and harder and thicker 
than a finger up inside her juicing snatch. Her whole 
world had become that rousing sensation up inside her 
cunt and the skewering tongue ramming in and out between 
her lips.

Dave had almost forgotten his designs for the evening in 
the sheer eroticism of what was happening right now here 
on this lovely deserted beach. He was holding the 
wildest creature he had ever encountered, ramming his 
tongue down her throat and his finger up her pussy, and 
he was beginning to think she was going to go right out 
of her mind the way she was grinding and churning her 
cunt-mound up against his hand. He gripped her firmly 
around the shoulder to brace them both against her 
expected reaction to the second finger he shot up her 
hotly juicing cunt.

Angie's reaction to the second finger shoved up into her 
clasping twat was at least as intense as Dave had 
expected. She began humping over his hand more 
feverishly, rising on tiptoes just to shove her pussy 
down even harder onto the erect shaft of his cock-stiff 
finger.

"Oh god, yes, yes!" she cried again and again, her head 
thrown back, her mouth abandoning Dave's lips as her 
whole being concentrated on the climax that was building 
deep in her belly.

"Do it, Dave! Shove your fingers up my cunt! God, my 
pussy feels so wonderful! Just another minute and I'm 
going to come..."

Angie's whole being froze as those wonderful fingers 
suddenly abandoned her cunt completely. Dave wrapped his 
arms around her and stood very still, his body rigid 
with alert intensity.

"My God! What did you stop for?" Angie wailed. "You 
bastard! I was just going to... Mmmmpphh!"

Her words were stifled by Dave's hand shoving her head 
roughly forward against his chest. She was held firmly 
and could not get free, much as she struggled against 
his restraining grasp. Frustrated in her struggles, she 
held still to catch her breath, and it was only then she 
heard voices fading down the beach.

"Christ, let's get out of here," Dave breathed through 
clenched teeth. "Those people must think we're some kind 
of goddamned animals."

So roughly that she was not able to resist this time, 
Dave dragged Angie across the beach and up the stairs, 
his feverish energy not abating until they were safely 
inside the car and heading on up the highway.

Angie was unable to speak for some time. Her whole body 
was trembling with the violence of her frustrated orgasm 
coupled with her reaffirmed disgust for her nervous 
companion. At last she felt she'd calmed down enough to 
speak.

"Well, I've seen some chicken-shit maneuvers in my time, 
but that had to take the cake," she growled through 
tight lips, her gaze directed unswervingly at the road 
ahead.

"What was I supposed to do... give them a goddamn 
encore? They must really have got an eyeful as it was."

"So damn what? They don't know us. We don't know them. 
They were probably looking for a deserted spot to do the 
same thing. Everybody fucks, you know. There's nothing 
weird or freaky about it. Men have been sticking their 
fingers up women's cunts since Day One. I'm sure our 
strollers didn't learn anything new tonight."

Dave turned towards Angie and stared hard at her set 
profile for a moment, his thoughts a mixture of 
confusion and disgust.

"You haven't got any idea of shame, have you, Angie?" he 
asked in a voice that was hard and flat. "You'd probably 
fuck a rhinoceros in Safeway at high noon without 
blinking an eyelash, wouldn't you?"

He paused a moment, and when no response was 
forthcoming, he goaded her: "Well, wouldn't you?"

She turned towards him at last. "A rhinoceros would 
undoubtedly be more interesting company than you are. 
You're so cooped up in your narrow little life you 
haven't got the imagination to try to do something a 
little different now and then. It obviously scares the 
piss out of you. You are a chicken-shit little coward, 
that's all, Mr. Wagner." She smiled sadistically in his 
direction. "And if you've got the address of that 
rhinoceros, I'd appreciate it if you'd pass it on."

Neither spoke for a good ten minutes. As he drove, 
Dave's contempt for the highly sexed young blonde began 
to flower into a kind of perverse passion. Despite the 
fact that he wanted nothing to do with her after 
tonight, he was turned on by the idea of taking her home 
and fucking her ears off, then throwing her out when he 
was finished with her.

He figured that was just the sort of thing Angie 
deserved-- and would probably really go for. He'd heard 
broads as raunchy as this one just loved to be pushed 
around. Well, he could handle it. She'd taken enough 
shots at his ego this evening to make him want to get 
some of his own back... with maybe a little extra for 
good measure.

Angie felt hurt and frustrated inside. Why didn't she 
ever come across anyone who enjoyed good imaginative sex 
the way she did? They were either Don Juans or sadists. 
There was no happy medium.

Jeez, I don't want to see another man for a month, she 
thought desperately. But the nagging itch in her cunt 
told her differently.

At last Angie began to realize that they were passing 
through her neighborhood. Did this bastard still think 
she was going home with him after all that? Not goddamn 
likely!

"Take me home, Dave," she commanded. "You missed my 
turnoff back there."

Dave's erotic thoughts had mellowed his earlier anger. 
"What the hell, Angie. Can't we be friends? It was a 
misunderstanding, and I know you feel bad 'cause you 
didn't get to come, but I guarantee I'll make it up to 
you ten times over." He leered invitingly in her 
direction.

"Forget it," Angie replied in a voice that was firm and 
hard. "I like men, not boys, so we've obviously got 
nothing in common. I want to go home."

His anger reignited, Dave brought the big Cadillac to a 
screeching halt. "I've got a good mind to fuck your ass 
off right here! Might teach you something about manners, 
bitch!"

"Manners are only important to people who haven't got 
the guts to act the way they feel. And as to teaching me 
a lesson about anything, you ought to know the sheriff's 
department patrols this route regularly. Aren't you 
afraid they'd catch you at it and see your cock?"

Dave had had enough. "Get out of this car before I 
rearrange your face, slut."

Angie suddenly felt nervous. She didn't relish walking 
the streets alone at three in the morning. "Aren't you 
going to be gentleman enough to drive me?"

"Get out," he repeated, and this time Angie was 
convinced she'd better not try the big man's patience 
any further. She opened the door and got out of the car.

As soon as the door was shut, the Cadillac sped off, 
showering the young blonde in a cloud of dust. Bending 
forward to brush herself off, Angie noticed her fly was 
still open. Quickly she zipped it up, and then looked 
dubiously around her.

The road was deserted.

It was a good twelve blocks to her apartment, and she 
decided that, rather than chance it, she'd stop by her 
friend Sally's house and ask to sleep on her couch for 
the night. The house was less than two blocks away, and 
Sally was her best friend. She wouldn't mind.

Fatigue now replacing her horniness, Angie began 
trudging resignedly towards the house, watching the 
ground for bits of broken glass or sharp rocks. Her 
shoes were still in Dave Wagner's car.


 -= Chapter 2 =-

Sally wasn't home. Angie had been ringing on first the 
front and then the back doorbell for the past five 
minutes, but the only response she'd got was the 
frenzied barking of Sally's dog, Saxon, who was playing 
the part of watchdog with tireless zeal. Angie could 
hear him clawing at the other side of the back door as 
she stood, defeated, trying to summon up the courage to 
continue on home. She was on the verge of tears.

She was about to give up and head back out onto the 
street when a thought struck her. Once when she had come 
back from the movies with Sally, her friend had rummaged 
under one of the planters on the back patio and come up 
with the key. On impulse, hoping against hope, Angie 
slid her fingers in under the wrought-iron planter, 
feeling about... until she found it. Giggling to herself 
with relief, she unlocked the back door and eased 
herself in, appeasing the big German shepherd by calling 
his name and reaching out to pat his large head.

"Easy, Saxon. Hi, boy. You remember old Angie, don't 
you? Sure, you do. We're good friends. That's right, 
boy,"

She giggled aloud as the big animal jumped up on her and 
began to cover her face in eager dog-kisses.

"Whoa, whoa, boy! Enough's enough already. I can't 
breathe."

When she'd recovered from her fit of giggles, she 
slipped back outside to replace the key, then locked 
herself carefully into the house. The dog stood eagerly 
by the door watching her, his tail wagging like a 
metronome, his head tilted in anticipation of what she 
would do next.

Angie couldn't help smiling at the lovable animal's 
playful excitement.

"You've been lonely, haven't you, boy? Did mean old 
Sally go out and leave her handsome baby all by 
himself?"

She sat on a kitchen chair, and Saxon immediately sat in 
front of her so she could pet him.

"I can't imagine why Sally would want to go out with 
some guy when she's got a lovable brute like you at home 
for company. Why, you're the next best thing to a 
rhinoceros!"

She laughed aloud, remembering Dave Wagner's taunting 
comment that she would fuck a rhinoceros if she got the 
chance. She had, in fact, little doubt that she would 
not fuck a rhinoceros, but a handsome beauty like Saxon 
here might be something else again.

Angie's face became serious as she recalled how horny 
she was and how she'd been literally robbed of her 
orgasm by that creep of a salesman. She supposed she'd 
have to settle for her own fingers up her cunt again, 
but... she had heard rumors about girls backing their 
dogs. Was it possible? Could any woman really stoop to 
letting herself be screwed by an animal?

"Don't be dumb, Angie," she chided herself aloud. "I 
think the horniness is making you lose your marbles."

But a germ of the idea remained, and her face clouded 
slightly with the vague haze of building lust.

"Well, may as well go off to my lonely bed," she 
announced as she rose to her feet. "I doubt if we can 
expect your mistress home at this hour, Saxon old buddy. 
So I guess it's just you and me for the night. I don't 
suppose Sally would mind if I slept on her bed."

She headed straight for the bedroom, the dog trotting 
close at her heels. The big double bed looked inviting, 
with its neatly arrayed cover of purple satin and a 
plush pile of blue, green and gold pillows. The colors 
were reflected startlingly in a large mirror inlaid in 
the ceiling directly over the bed.

"When it comes to her bedroom, Sally lives like 
Cleopatra, doesn't she, Saxon? Imagine wanting to watch 
yourself getting screwed. What a lewd lady my dear 
friend is!"

Angie felt a little ripple of salacious arousal run up 
her thigh as she imagined her lovely dark-haired 
girlfriend being fucked furiously on the bed while she 
watched herself and her lover in the mirror overhead. 
Feeling the fire in her cunt flaring once again, she 
shook her head impatiently and yawned a slow exaggerated 
yawn, arms reaching high over her head.

"Well, Saxon, I guess I'll sack out. It's been one of 
those evenings, boy."

Undressing was a simple affair. She drew her blouse up 
over her head and stepped out of her jeans--and she was 
naked. Angie preferred not to wear underwear. She liked 
the sensual feel of her rougher outer clothes directly 
against her skin.

She tossed her clothes over the back of a chair and 
turned to face the dog, surprised to find him appraising 
the full length of her lushly molded body like any male 
confronted by a naked female. She was strangely tempted 
to cover her cunt-mound and her nipples with her hands, 
so penetrating was the animal's stare.

Amused to find herself actually blushing, Angie laughed 
aloud to ease the unnatural tension that had seized her 
and headed back to the living room and Sally's well-
stocked bar.

"I think a nightcap would hit the spot, Saxon," she told 
the dog, who was again following at her heels. "Only way 
I'll ever get to sleep tonight," she muttered 
desperately, and bent forward to inspect the liquor 
bottles.

As she reached for the vermouth, a cold, wet, exciting 
contact at her momentarily exposed gash almost made her 
drop the bottle. Turning around quickly, she found the 
dog was staring up at her with something like a smile on 
his handsome face. Guiltily she realized he must have 
been attracted by the odor of her earlier excitement and 
had naturally sought to investigate in the manner of all 
dogs--with his nose.

Angie felt herself trembling as she set the bottle on 
top of the bar and reached carefully for the rye, this 
time making sure that her butt would not protrude 
invitingly in Saxon's direction. She mixed herself a 
Manhattan and headed back to the bedroom, sipping the 
drink in an effort to steady the trembling in her knees.

Even that fleeting contact of nose on cunt had felt 
incredibly good, reminding Angie even more acutely this 
time of the unsated need simmering in her empty snatch. 
She was going to have to quench the fire before she went 
to sleep, but first she needed a drink.

The dog's constant presence at her side was beginning to 
unnerve her, and she realized she was going to have to 
loosen her inhibitions before she could bring herself to 
touch her own pussy in front of him. True, he was only a 
dumb animal, but there was something about him, as 
though he actually felt her need to get laid and was 
concerned about it... As though he knew that she needed 
a big, stiff cock, and was slightly amused by her 
bewildered frustration.

Angie lay back against the pillows and sipped steadily 
at her drink, enjoying the almost immediate soothing 
effect of the alcohol. She suddenly felt good about 
being here in her friend's apartment with the dog Saxon 
instead of back at her lonely apartment or, 
particularly, off somewhere screwing that asshole 
Wagner.

She felt a renewed affection for the big dog sitting 
patiently at the foot of the bed, his massive head 
resting on the bedspread as his eyes locked to hers.

"Come on, Saxon. Come up and sit beside me, boy. Old 
Angie's lonely again. Just seem to strike out with 
people, but you like me, don't you, Saxon?"

For answer, the German shepherd leaped enthusiastically 
onto the bed and clambered over the naked blonde, 
lapping hungrily at her face until she again collapsed 
in giggles.

"Oh, Saxon! Oh, oh, ooooh-eeeeee! Stop it, boy. You're 
killing me!"

To escape the big dog's ardent caresses, she rolled 
partway onto her side away from him, her head buried in 
her hands, her arms clutched to her sides.

Enthused by this new game, Saxon crouched playfully on 
his front paws, his rear end wagging tirelessly in the 
air as he tried to nose his way in under the protective 
armor of Angie's clenched arms. His nose bored in at her 
side until it made sudden titillating contact with the 
sensitive surface of one partially concealed tit.

"Oh, Saxon!" Angie gasped, her cunt suddenly aquiver 
with the reviving heat of her earlier frustrated 
excitement. Almost without her willing it, her arms fell 
away from her chest and she rolled onto her back to give 
the dog easier access to her sensitive boobs. She 
gripped the dog's head to encourage him to pay more 
attention to her swelling jugs.

But Saxon needed no encouragement. As though he knew 
precisely what was expected of him, the German shepherd 
ran his long pink tongue wetly over first one lust-
sensitized tit and then the other, the rough surface of 
his tongue driving Angie's nipples to hard, alert 
erection.

"That's it, boy! Yes... oh, yes, lick my tits like that, 
Saxon! It feels wonderful."

Angie's eyes had been closed for the last few moments, 
but they suddenly flew open as the animal's tongue made 
one particularly titillating swipe over her aching tit-
peaks.

It was then that she caught first lewd sight of her own 
quivering nakedness splayed out wantonly beneath the 
massive working head of the German shepherd. Their image 
in the mirror overhead reminded Angie abruptly of the 
forbiddenness of this erotic play with an animal, even 
as her nerve endings responded more and more openly to 
the moist attentions at her boobs, crying for more of 
the maddening tonguing.

Seized with sudden shame even as her tits continued to 
respond to the avid licking, as her ass ground lewdly 
down into the satin spread, she reached over to the 
bedside table for what was left of her Manhattan and 
downed it greedily in one long swallow. The somewhat 
dizzying effect of the alcohol dulled her conscience for 
the moment, so she felt freer to concentrate on the 
wonderful sensations being drawn from her full quivering 
jugs by Saxon's strangely talented tongue.

Angie wanted more... more of the dog's wonderful 
licking... She wanted to feel that marvelous tongue all 
over her naked, horny body.

"That's right, Saxon. Yeah, that's the way, boy! You 
know I almost think I could come just from your doing 
this if you kept at it long enough."

Angie reached up to grab the pillows over her head, 
using them for support as she twisted and tossed her 
ripe sensitized body beneath the tirelessly licking dog.

"Oh, God! Oh, yes... it's beautiful! I've never felt so 
good! Saxon baby, you're the greatest!"

This time, in response to the writhing female's voice, 
Saxon raised his head from her boobs to again lap her 
face with a friendly frantic kiss. There was a 
difference now, though. Instead of giggling and turning 
her head away, Angie extended her own tongue in wanton 
response to the dog's caress, meeting his tongue in a 
depraved kiss.

"Oh, what a beautiful tongue!" she moaned abandonedly 
between kisses as she thrust her tits up to rub against 
the dog's thick soft fur, reaching a leg over 
momentarily so she could rub her cunt against Saxon's 
strong flanks. She clutched frenziedly at the pillows 
surrounding her head, sucking and lapping at the dog's 
tongue in a heated parody of healthy human passion.

As her pussy began to respond to the feel of the soft 
doggie fur rubbing against it, Angie suddenly knew 
exactly what she wanted. Her cunt simply could not bear 
to be neglected any longer. She had to feel that 
wonderful, long rough tongue working over her sensitive 
gash, satisfying the frustration that had been burning 
in her cunt for hours now.

She gripped Saxon firmly on either side of the head and 
guided him down to the pink moist slit that now lay in 
quivering anticipation of his attentions.

"Lick my pussy for me, Saxon. Be a good doggie. Your 
Angie needs it so bad. She needs someone to make her 
snatch feel good."

She was surprised by how quickly the dog got the idea of 
what she wanted, though she imagined her cunt had to be 
hot enough to be sending out some strong scent-signals 
of its own.

The dog's tongue lapped over her belly, probing 
excitingly into the little depression of her navel 
before it began to nuzzle at the sparse blonde hairs of 
her beaver. Holding her breath, she forced the dog's 
head down that little extra distance until his nose made 
wet, startling contact with the pert, moist nub of her 
clitoris, surprising it into quick erection.

"Oh, Saxon, that's where I need it, boy! Lick my pussy, 
honey. Lick it for Angie."

Excited by her own wanton arousal, she hunched her 
pussy-mound upward slightly to encourage the shepherd to 
probe deeper into her moist, pink split.

"Oh, Goddddd!"

At last the long rough dog-tongue was sliding excitingly 
over the waiting flaps of her trembling cunt-lips, 
driving the frustrated blonde to new heights of horny 
abandon.

"Jeez, it feels so fucking good! I don't believe how 
good your tongue feels! Lick my cunt, Saxon!"

Her whole body aquiver with lust, Angie looked down at 
the dark animal head burrowing into her pussy-crack, 
then up at the overhead mirror, where she surveyed the 
bestial scene with glassy eyes.

Her hair, all subtle shades of white and soft gold, was 
splayed carelessly over the colorful pillows. Her face 
was soft and full with the compelling abandon of total 
lust. Her tits seemed swollen and heavy with their 
unnatural lovemaking. Her belly... how it quivered and 
swayed and seemed to plead for more of the big dog 
muzzle that was buried so obscenely between her shapely 
thighs.

Feeling her depraved excitement grow, Angie spread her 
legs even farther apart so her cunt was totally and 
defenselessly splayed before the greedily lapping dog. 
Saxon's whole long powerful body was snuggled 
comfortably between her trembling long, milk-white legs.

"We make a beautiful couple," she told her canine lover 
as she contemplated the contrast between her own white 
skin and the dog's furry dark presence between her 
lewdly spread legs. Even as she watched their perverted 
coupling in the mirror overhead, Angie could feel the 
arousal growing in her moistly responding pussy. Her 
clitoris palpitated repeatedly from the effects of the 
stimulating tongue. Her cunt flowered wide-open to the 
energetic dog-lapping.

Angie was riding high on the wings of a perverse 
sensuality that she had never known before, but that she 
knew instinctively she had been seeking all along. She 
was experiencing an excitement and a sense of deep 
satisfaction that had been totally missing from all the 
fucking and sucking she'd had over the past months and 
years. Now at last, at the age of twenty-five, she knew 
what it was to be totally turned on to sex, to hold 
nothing back, to play no games--to simply give all she 
had to the intense sensations of that very moment.

"Oh, Saxon, you're beautiful. Lick my cunt, boy! Do you 
know that Angie's never felt this good? Not in her whole 
life!"

Her own wanton confession fired the woman's need even as 
she watched the long, pink, talented animal-tongue dart 
eagerly again and again over the trembling surface of 
her moistly glistening pussy-lips. She was achieving a 
perverse satisfaction from the bizarre knowledge that 
she was being made love to just as she had always 
wanted--and by a dog!

It had taken a dog to arouse her totally. Already she 
knew that she was going to come tonight as she had never 
come before.

Her hotly gyrating crotch jerked powerfully as she felt 
the dog's tongue prod and catch suddenly at the tight 
little pucker of her asshole. Momentarily attracted to 
that nestled sphincter, Saxon lapped his tongue again 
and again over her puckered shitter.

Angie had never experienced anything like this before, 
and she found even this weird contact strangely 
titillating. Her dog-lover was already teaching her new 
tricks, new possibilities of sensuality in the perverse 
stimulation of her asshole. She ground her buttcheeks 
down in little circles against the hard-working animal-
tongue.

"Oh, yes, lick my asshole, darling! It feels so good! 
Everything you do to me feels good, Saxon!"

The totally aroused blonde began to mewl and moan 
incoherently as she closed her eyes and let her crotch 
hunch in tempo to the dog-tongue lapping at her puffy 
gash. Her knees fell slackly apart so she was getting 
maximum exposure to Saxon's clever tonguing, and she 
began to do something she hadn't done for a good twenty-
three years.

She stuck one thumb in her mouth and began sucking 
hungrily while her lust-dazed brain concentrated fully 
on the good feeling in her cunt and asshole.

Angie was so far gone now she realized anything this 
strong animal could do to her would only feel good. She 
was so horny, so drunk on sex she was completely open, 
completely ready for whatever Saxon might choose to do 
to her.

The sense of her own weakness, her own total 
helplessness brought Angie to a higher pitch of 
excitement. She knew it would only be moments now until 
she was flooded by the warm, wild waves of her release.

Angie's butt began to churn more and more furiously down 
into the bed as the dog's tongue ran maddeningly up and 
down the full length of her open pussy-slit, from her 
taut little clitoris, over the quivering entrance to her 
cunt, over the puckered circle of her asshole. The pace 
had achieved a measured rhythm of its own that was 
hypnotizing Angie with its erotic spell, driving the 
arousal from the smoldering depths of her belly out to 
each and every palpitating nerve ending.

"That's it, Saxon! That's it! Just lick my cunt a little 
longer, baby, and I'm going to--AAAHHHGGG!!" Angie came 
with a fury. She reached down to grab the fur on Saxon's 
head and grind his tongue and nose more tightly into her 
quivering pussy as wave after warm wave of release 
washed over her entire body. She felt herself floating 
and then opening wide to the sensations as her clitoris 
finally relaxed and her cunt was momentarily freed of 
its nagging need.

She lay back once again against the pillows and looked 
up at the lewd pair that was she and the German 
shepherd. As though sensing that the woman's need had 
come to an end for the moment, Saxon had rested his 
muzzle on Angie's crotch and was looking up at her with 
big, brown warm eyes.

Angie looked at the dog through the valley between her 
tits and once again she was struck by the extraordinary 
sensitivity and intelligence that seemed to shine there.

"You really are an extraordinary creature, you know?" 
Angie told the dog in a low, fond voice. "The only 
problem now is going to be--how do I steal you away from 
your mistress?"

"Well, you can forget that right now. He stays with me."

It was Sally! She was standing in the bedroom doorway, a 
faint look of amusement on her face.

"Did I interrupt something?" she asked casually as she 
moved towards the bed.


 -= Chapter 3 =-

"Sally!"

Angie's voice betrayed horrified shock as she realized 
her girlfriend must have seen her urging the dog to lap 
her cunt. She had to be thinking she had a pervert for a 
friend--a woman that made love to a dog, and talked to 
him as though he were a human lover.

"Wow, you sure scared me for a while there," Sally 
remarked as she sat next to the blonde on the bed.

"I'm sorry, Sally, really I am!" Angie blurted out, her 
brain afire with confused guilt and anxiety. Had she 
lost her best friend?

"I had a fight with my date and he wouldn't drive me 
home, so I came here and you weren't home and just Saxon 
and I were alone together. And I felt so lonely and so 
frustrated. Oh, damn men! It's all that Dave Wagner's 
fault! If it weren't for him, neither you nor I would 
know what a pervert I am."

Momentary anger gave way to tears as the contrite woman 
buried her face in her hands and began to sob. Angie was 
surprised to feel a soothing hand rubbing her shoulder 
and then down over a tit. Could it be that Sally was 
going to forgive her the awful thing she'd done?

"Don't feel bad, Angie honey. I didn't see anything that 
shocked me. I was just afraid for a minute there that I 
had prowlers. What a relief to see it was only you and 
Saxon making out."

Sally laughed an easy comfortable laugh, one that 
conveyed no malice or mockery, as Angie hesitantly 
removed her hands from her face and looked up at her 
lovely friend.

"You mean... you mean you aren't mad at me?"

Sally beamed and squeezed Angie's boob affectionately.

"Why should I be mad at you, honey? I do the same thing 
myself... and a heck of a lot more. You thought Saxon's 
tongue felt good, you ought to try his cock."

That did it. Angie forgot to be self-conscious as she 
pulled herself up to a sitting position and looked the 
other woman straight in the eye.

"You mean to tell me, Sally McLucas, that you've been 
fucking your dog?"

Sally didn't bat an eyelash. "Yup." Her face wore a 
mischievous grin.

"And you didn't even tell your best friend?" Angie was 
beginning to see the humor of the situation herself.

"Little did I know my best friend would discover my 
pet's talents all by herself. And then try to steal him 
away from right under my very nose."

It was Angie who started to giggle first, and soon both 
girls were writhing on the bed, hugging each other and 
struggling against convulsions of laughter. Excited by 
the commotion, Saxon began to bark and wag his tail as 
he tripped over one and the other of them, licking a 
face here, an arm there, a tit there. The girls pulled 
the dog down between them and hugged him affectionately.

"He really is a wonderful dog, Sally. And I promise not 
to steal him away if you promise to let me have 
visitors' rights."

"A deal."

"Deal." The girls playfully shook hands over Saxon's 
furry body.

When she had calmed down, Angie began to reconsider the 
startling confession her girlfriend had just made.

Sally actually lets her dog fuck her! How could she?

Yet even as her moral senses bristled, Angie felt a new 
quiver of excitement in her cunt as she began to toy 
with the idea of what it would be like to have an animal 
cock up inside her horny twat. Saxon's tongue had 
certainly felt unbelievably good-- like nothing she had 
known before. Maybe his cock would also offer fantastic 
delights to her craving pussy.

As her mind investigated the possibilities, the tingling 
in her cunt reminded Angie that, although she had 
experienced an orgasm, she was still horny. She still 
needed and wanted something long and hard up inside her 
snatch. She needed to get fucked.

But, no, it was crazy to even think about letting a dog 
screw her! Sally was here now. She'd had her jollies for 
the night.

Sally watched as her friend became lost in thought. 
Though she wasn't sure, Sally had a pretty good idea she 
knew what the other woman was thinking. She herself had 
been incredibly aroused by the sight of her lovely 
friend writhing in ecstasy on the bed while her dog 
licked her pussy. She had been standing in the doorway 
for a good ten minutes before she had revealed her 
presence. Now, she wanted to get her jollies, too. She 
decided to take the chance that Angie might still be 
aroused enough to agree to the obscene plan taking form 
in her mind.

Careful not to disturb her friend or Saxon, Sally rose 
from the bed and began removing her clothes. She was 
aware of Angie's gaze on her as she raised her floor-
length dress high over her head to reveal her tall, 
elegantly sculpted body in all its tanned nakedness. She 
felt titillated by the sudden rush of cooler air on her 
skin, and by the knowledge that her lovely friend was 
assessing her body with unabashed admiration.

"You're really beautiful, Sally. Funny--in all the time 
I've known you, I've never once seen you naked. I always 
thought you were lovely, but I didn't know just how 
lovely."

Angie's gaze remained riveted on Sally's body as the 
darker woman stretched out beside her, on the opposite 
side now from where Saxon was lying. This time the two 
women were stretched out naked against one another: 
Angie a pale, lush natural blonde; Sally a tall, dusky-
skinned brunette.

Sally reached a sun-browned arm out over Angie's pale 
torso and began kneading a tit, reaching forward to give 
the nipple a quick nip with her teeth and then plant a 
long slow, wet kiss over the whole areola. At last she 
raised her head and looked dreamily at her friend.

"You know, I've dreamed a lot about being naked like 
this with you. You're beautiful, Angie, and your skin 
tastes so warm and milky, better than an ice-cream 
cone." She scrunched up her nose in a wicked little grin 
before again lowering her mouth to her friend's boob.

Though somewhat startled by this new revelation--that 
her friend also liked to make love to other girls--Angie 
couldn't feel shocked. Sally's mouth felt so gentle yet 
at the same time so arousing on her tit that any 
misgivings she might otherwise have had vanished with 
the erotic little circles of stimulation that were 
running from her boobs all the way down to her heating 
pussy.

"Does that feel good, darling?" Sally murmured as she 
ran her hands in busy little circles over her friend's 
tits and belly and down onto her thighs. "I'm so glad 
that Saxon helped us find each other."

"So am I," Angie replied before she'd had time to think. 
Well, wasn't she glad? Tonight had been the most 
interesting sensual experience of her life and she had 
the feeling there was more to come.

She looked up into the mirror overhead and watched the 
other girl, who was now kneeling beside her, as she ran 
her hands so gently, so lovingly over every inch of her 
exposed body. Filled with a sudden curious blend of 
passion and affection, Angie sat up and moved her mouth 
in search of Sally's full, sensual lips.

Their lips met ever so fleetingly at first, just the 
slightest brush of soft on soft, then, as though of one 
accord their arms went around each other's shoulders and 
they were stretched out full-length on the bed, Sally on 
top, their tongues circling and tantalizing one another 
with a furious hunger.

As though she'd been doing it all her life, Angie's 
right hand slid down in search of Sally's tit and 
squeezed and stroked the rounded flesh feverishly as her 
tongue continued to invade the taller woman's mouth. She 
could feel Sally changing position slightly, too, to 
give freer play to her hand.

"Oh, Sally!" Angie suddenly moaned into the moist cavern 
of the other woman's mouth. Sally had driven a finger 
far up into the needing recesses of her tight, wet 
pussy!

Although she hadn't been expecting the penetration, 
Angie almost at once felt her cunt-hole dilate to 
receive the finger, welcoming the lustful rhythm it 
established there. Angie began churning her crotch to 
indicate her appreciative acceptance of the invading 
finger, driving her cunt down onto its stiff shaft with 
hungry abandon.

Angie was even hotter than Sally had dared hope, and the 
darker woman was already confident that her plan would 
work. All it would take now was a little psychology, 
combined with a fair dose of finger-fucking.

She looked over her friend's shoulder for a moment to 
smile at the big German shepherd who was lying 
obediently outstretched on the bedspread, waiting for 
his mistress's invitation to join in. Your turn next, 
boy, she thought lewdly to herself as her finger 
continued to pump in and out of her friend's hungry 
cunt.

"Mmmm, your pussy's so wet, Angie. You're really 
excited. I wish I had something bigger to put up there 
for you. To make you feel good."

"It feels awfully good, Sally," Angie replied, her head 
tossing from side to side in response to the diddling, 
her ass churning feverishly down into the bedspread.

"I know, honey, but admit it, wouldn't a big old cock 
feel even better?"

"I guess so." Angie began thrusting her cunt-mound more 
demandingly up against the palm of Sally's hand. "I need 
to get fucked, Sally. I'm so horny for a hard cock I 
can't stand it."

"I know, baby, I know. Why don't you let Saxon fuck you, 
Angie honey? I guarantee, it'll be the most amazing 
thing you ever experienced in your whole life."

For a moment, Angie's body went rigid, but slowly it 
resumed its writhing response to the finger still 
drumming persuasively into her craving snatch.

God, could I really fuck a dog? Am I really as depraved 
as Dave Wagner said I was? she thought.

But Sally had done it. And Sally was the most beautiful 
person she knew. The hell with Dave Wagner! Sally knew 
best. Sally wouldn't show her anything that was bad for 
her.

Sally could sense the moral struggle being waged in her 
friend's mind, as Angie's body went from stiff 
unresponsiveness to writhing abandon. She realized 
intuitively that the blonde had decided to trust her, 
and she was pleased. She was very fond of Angie, and was 
excited about the prospect of their actually being able 
to share this whole new side of their lives. She'd 
trained Saxon long ago to lick her twat and fuck away 
her frustrations, but she'd always felt a little lonely 
afterward, good company as the dog was. How much nicer 
it would be to share this sensual experience with a dear 
and lovely friend.

"Will you try it, Angie baby?" Sally coaxed, even as she 
eased the smaller girl over onto her belly and then up 
onto her hands and knees.

"I'm kind of scared, Sally," Angie confessed through the 
haze of a still stronger lust.

"Don't you worry about a thing, darling. I'll take care 
of it. Ooooohh, look what a lovely hard-on Saxon has for 
you already! Mmmmm, think of how good it's going to make 
your pussy feel."

Catching the spirit of Sally's obvious arousal, Angie 
looked back over her shoulder to where the big German 
shepherd was getting to his feet. Her mouth fell open in 
unabashed shock as she caught sight of the long, 
tapered, red cock protruding from its furry sheath 
between Saxon's legs. Never had she imagined a dog would 
have such an impressive-sized cock. Though she was 
trembling in fear and apprehension, not for a moment did 
it occur to her to abandon her position on all fours and 
call a halt to the obscene proceedings.

Sally saw her friend staring at Saxon's turgid prick and 
smiled reassuringly. "Look how excited poor Saxon got 
licking your pussy and watching us make love. Don't you 
think the poor darling deserves some attention, too?"

"It's so big, Sally," Angie moaned, crawling forward on 
the bed a little as though to escape the fate that she 
was already inviting, despite herself.

"That's part of what makes it so good, Angie. Mmmm, his 
cock feels so hard and wet."

Angie watched in rapt fascination as her friend grasped 
the red shaft of the dog's prick and pumped it a few 
times with her fingers.

"Okay, Saxon, you know what to do next, boy. Look, 
Angie's waiting for you."

Sally helped the dog mount the blonde's lewdly proffered 
buttcheeks. Angie jerked in automatic fear as she felt 
the furry paws clasping her firm, sensitive flesh. She 
looked back over her head at the reflection in the 
mirror, and her eyes clouded with perverse lust as she 
drank in the picture of her own lushly developed 
nakedness kneeling before the eagerly approaching loins 
of the German shepherd. Caught in the lusty grip of her 
desire, she began to hump her ass back a little, in 
wanton search of the thick animal prick she knew hung 
beneath those hairy loins. As Saxon moved in closer to 
her ass on his back legs, she felt his cock rub 
excitingly against the twin moons of her asscheeks, and 
then slip into the cleft between her legs, grazing over 
the excitement-swollen flanges of her pussy and the taut 
little nub of her clitoris. He missed her cunt-hole 
completely, and both Angie and Saxon began to maneuver 
feverishly to get the dog-prick inside her oozing gash.

Sally was excited by her friend's obvious perverse 
arousal, and she knelt beside the unnatural couple, her 
head lowered so she could watch the tapered dog-cock 
seek out Angie's moist, waiting snatch.

"Isn't it exciting, darling?" she murmured in a throaty, 
lust-distorted voice. "He's going to get his cock in 
your pussy any minute. It's going to feel so good."

She reached over to grab one of Angie's dangling tits 
and squeezed it cruelly, knowing how this little bit of 
pain would help her friend become even more frantic in 
her need for the invasion of the canine cock.

Saxon thrust his loins forward several times, each time 
disappointed in his attempts to impale the blonde 
woman's waiting cunt-hole, each time feeling his turgid 
prick sliding harmlessly over the wet, sparse-haired 
valley of her pussy. Then at last the dog's cock-tip 
caught, and he thrust forward roughly to make good the 
penetration.

"AAAarrgghhh!" Angie wailed, inching forward on the bed 
to escape the wrenching pain of the dog's prick lodged 
partially in her tight asshole. "It's no good, Sally," 
she moaned when the cock had again slithered harmlessly 
over her tremulous cuntal slit. "He just can't seem to 
get his cock in."

"Needs a little help is all," Sally replied in a tone of 
hushed expectancy.

Realizing that the lewd pair were going to need some 
help if they were ever to fuck, she reached under the 
impatient animal's loins and grasped his cock firmly, 
guiding it in towards the flaring opening of Angie's 
moistly aroused cunt.

"Oohhhh!" Angie moaned, responding at once to the 
insistent pressure at the mouth of her snatch, excited 
by the hard promise of imminent fulfillment.

"Oh, yes, that's the way! Oh, I want it, I want his 
cock!"

Saxon needed only this small amount of help from Sally 
to help him locate this human female's cunt. Now that he 
felt the spongy yielding before the hard tip of his 
tapered prick, he needed no further help. With the 
inbred knowledge of his kind, he thrust forcefully 
forward, ramming his rigid moist shaft as far up into 
the squirming blonde's cunt as it would go.

"AAARRGGHHH!" Angie screamed in a mixture of pain at the 
dog's abrupt entry to her craving cunt and a kind of 
desperate, flaring need. Even as Saxon's cock continued 
to strain at the still-clenched walls of her cunt, Angie 
began to encourage the beast with tentative little 
undulations of her upturned asscheeks.

"Oh, Saxon, Saxon! Fuck me, boy!"

Again the animal needed no encouragement, for he at once 
moved into a primitive, quick fucking rhythm. His slick, 
pointed cock rammed far up into Angie's dilating cunt on 
every instroke, then pulled out almost all the way to 
its very tip on the outstroke, battering the woman's 
raised butt as he thrust forward once again.

Lying with her head resting on the bedspread, Sally 
excitedly watched the thick red dog-cock bury itself far 
up in her girlfriend's welcoming cunt.

"Doesn't his prick feel good, darling?" she half 
groaned, thrusting a finger up into her moistening twat-
tunnel as she watched. "Didn't I tell you getting fucked 
by Saxon would be the most marvelous thing you've ever 
known?"

"Oh, yes, Sally, yes!" Angie replied in a voice that was 
thick with lust, her excitement-hazed eyes looking back 
over her shoulder in blind search of her friend.

The desire-shaken blonde was thrusting her rounded ass 
furiously back against the dog's relentless instrokes, 
dimly aware of her tits dangling wildly beneath her as 
she hunched to keep up with Saxon's rapid fuck-strokes.

Her cunt responding to her own memories of how good 
Saxon's cock felt up inside, and to her finger drubbing 
wantonly up into her warm, wet sheath, Sally watched the 
juices-slickened dog-prick slide easily and smoothly in 
and out of her friend's craving cunt. The pink, swollen 
flaps of Angie's pussy gave the impression of a mouth 
greedily swallowing the long, red piece of meat being 
fed it again and again.

Obsessed with her vivid erotic fantasies, Sally rose on 
hands and knees near the obscenely coupled pair and 
began to ram two fingers far up into her seething fuck-
hole, her eyes never leaving the red dog-cock as it 
rhythmically invaded the soft pink cunt-mouth.

"You really like getting fucked by Saxon, don't you, 
Angie baby?" Sally asked lewdly, her mouth falling 
slackly open once the words had escaped her lips, as she 
again became totally mesmerized by the rhythm of the 
canine cock fucking her friend's willing pussy.

"Oh, yes, I like it! I like Saxon's big cock!" Angie 
cried as her butt continued to thrust back and forth in 
a furious fuck-rhythm.

"Mmmmmm, I love to see you so excited," Sally groaned, 
her fingers still penetrating her snatch in time to the 
dog's fuck-strokes, her belly crying out for more 
satisfaction, for a new kind of titillation. Almost as 
though in a dream, Sally was seized by a new obscene 
plan.

Rising up onto her knees, Sally maneuvered herself 
forward on the bed until she was directly in front of 
her girlfriend's face.

Angie was so wrapped up in her own lustful abandon that 
she did not at first recognize this new presence before 
her, but gradually she became aware that she was staring 
directly at Sally's hair-shrouded pussy. The thick patch 
of dark crinkly beaver was mere inches from her nose. So 
near that Angie thought she could glimpse little beads 
of cunt-juice on the wiry strands. She had never really 
looked at a woman's pussy before, and she found herself 
strangely attracted by the hair-covered mystery of that 
warm, wet snatch.

"Lick my pussy for me, Angie. Please. I need it so bad!"

Sally scarcely dared hope that her friend would go down 
on her, but she felt if ever there was a time when Angie 
would be free of inhibitions, this was it. To give the 
smaller girl a better idea of what she wanted, Sally 
reached lewdly down and parted her pussy-lips slightly, 
exposing to view the moist pink split inside and the 
pert little clit that stood at the top of her drooling 
gash.

Despite the perverted fact that she was getting fucked 
by a dog, Angie still managed to feel a moment's shock 
at what her girlfriend was suggesting. Lick another 
woman's pussy? Could she really do such a thing?

Angie immediately became ashamed of her own selfishness 
as she reminded herself of who was asking her for this 
favor. It was beautiful Sally, her best friend, the 
woman who had arranged for her to get the most exciting 
fuck of her life, tonight on Sally's own bed, by Sally's 
own dog. How could she say no to anything dear Sally 
wanted or needed?

Impulsively, Angie reached out her tongue and lapped 
tentatively at the glistening nub of Sally's clit. It 
felt slick and hard, yet at the same time soft, and 
Angie found herself newly titillated by this strange 
erotic experience. Becoming bolder as her excitement 
increased in time to Saxon's relentless humping into her 
juicing cunt, she thrust her tongue more and more 
abandonedly into the open pink gash before her, circling 
the pert head of Sally's clitoris with wanton zeal. She 
was excited to feel the firm grip of the dark girl's 
hands in her hair as Sally responded wholeheartedly to 
the cunt-licking.

"Yes, that's the way, Angie! Oh, darling, you're eating 
my twat so beautifully! You're making my clit feel so 
good, Angie!"

The brunette threw her head back in ecstasy, and as she 
did so, her eye was distracted by movement in the mirror 
overhead. Looking up, she watched the white flanks of 
her girlfriend's buttcheeks rhythmically part as the 
long red shaft of her pet German shepherd's cock fucked 
into her cunt. At the other end of the gyrating blonde's 
pinioned body, Sally herself was thrusting her snatch 
into her friend's face, kneeling lustfully before her, 
her hands wound fitfully in Angie's long blonde hair. 
Sally smiled, or rather, leered at herself in the mirror 
before turning her attention back to the wonderful mouth 
lapping and sucking at her cunt.

Angie was finding that she actually enjoyed burying her 
face in another woman's pussy. Sally's overflowing cunt-
juice tasted oddly appetizing, and the blonde licked 
greedily along the crack of her best friend's pussy for 
more of the tart, salty taste. From time to time her 
tongue would concentrate solely on the pert little bud 
of Sally's clit, but then it would penetrate deeper as 
Sally thrust her crotch forward and upward to allow her 
eager tongue better access. Angie even managed to thrust 
her tongue a few times up into the hot moist cavity of 
Sally's cunt-hole, each time drawing an enthusiastic 
response from her wantonly aroused girlfriend.

"Oh, Angie, you eat cunt beautifully, darling! Don't 
tell me you've never done it before. I can't believe 
it!"

But Sally did realize that it was likely just the 
natural feel of one woman for what would make another 
woman happy. There seemed to be an odd communion of 
sorts between women that told them exactly what the 
other was needing and when.

"Oh, Angie, you're driving me crazy, darling! I don't 
know how much of this I can take!"

Angie was thoroughly possessed by the lewd image she and 
the dog and Sally must be making, locked in their 
obscene threesome. She imagined the picture of the dog 
fucking hard and relentlessly up into her grasping cunt 
while at the same time she concentrated on the maddening 
rhythm of that long, hard prick invading her belly, and 
the incredible sensations it shot through her whole 
sensually receptive body. It was driving her to the 
brink of explosion. Her body felt like a rag doll being 
buffeted between her girlfriend's cunt and the dog's 
cock. Every nerve was afire with the building 
titillation of this three-way fuck-scene.

Angie felt the dog beginning to fuck slightly faster, 
and realized that he was probably about to come. The 
realization brought her over the top. She'd been fucked 
within an inch of her life by a German shepherd and now 
the dog was going to come in her cunt. She was totally 
depraved and she loved it. She wanted it, she wanted 
that animal sperm inside her belly. And she ground her 
ass backward more desperately in response to that 
jackhammering dog-cock.

"Oh, Sally, I'm coming! I'm coming!" she cried into her 
friend's pussy, her tongue lashing out in a last 
desperate frenzy as she felt her orgasm overtake her 
with full fury.

It was as though her cunt were opening to receive the 
whole world, the way it was so incredibly sensitive to 
every movement of the dog's cock shooting hot jizz up 
into her welcoming twat. Her body was soaring with the 
force and power of a rocket ship and nothing could bring 
her down, not until she floated back in her own good 
time.

Sally watched the urgent humping of her pet's loins and 
realized the German shepherd was coming, and that Angie 
was getting off, too. The knowledge excited her 
incredibly and she could feel her own climax being 
wrenched from her clitoris by Angie's persistent 
tonguing.

"Oh, God yes! Me, too! You're making me come, Angie 
baby! COOMMIINNGG!!"

Sally grasped her friend's hair more fiercely and ground 
her cunt against Angie's face until she had worked out 
the last dynamic flicker of her orgasm. Then she 
collapsed onto the pillows and stroked her friend's hair 
gently, reveling in the sweet afterglow of her climax.

Angie planted a wet, affectionate kiss on her friend's 
clit, then rested her head lazily in the juncture of 
Sally's thighs and let her mind drift. All she could 
think about was how grateful she was to this woman and 
this dog. They had brought her a kind of fulfillment she 
had never known. She realized that from this moment on 
they would be very important to her happiness. She 
needed more of this kind of sexual satisfaction. She 
couldn't bear the thought of going back to her old kind 
of frustration. With one hand caressing her friend's 
tits and the other patting Saxon's head, she knew the 
first complete peace of her life.

There was total quiet in the room for several minutes, 
broken only by soft breathing and the distant ticking of 
a clock. At last Sally reached over and turned off the 
light, arranging herself comfortably alongside her 
friend, the dog snuggled at their feet.

"I'm glad we found each other, Angie," Sally whispered.

"Me, too."

"I think we should be family from now on, just the three 
of us."

Happy and satisfied, the two women fell asleep wrapped 
in each other's arms. Already the slow light of dawn was 
penetrating the room where the threesome slept 
peacefully.


-= Chapter 4 =-

Sally McLucas unlocked the front door and entered her 
living room, followed by a handsome, strongly built male 
of about thirty. She wandered about the room, switching 
on lights and drawing the drapes, all the time moving 
her well-shaped ass with an exaggerated wiggle that was 
coldly calculated to catch and hold the attention of her 
companion. Saxon had come bounding into the room at the 
first sound of key turning in lock, and Sally now took 
the big dog by the collar and led him gently but firmly 
from the room.

"I'm glad to see you, too, big fella," she told the 
excited dog. "But I'm going to need a little privacy. 
It's the garage for you tonight, boy. Come on, there's a 
good fella."

Then, just as she was about to leave the room with the 
dog, she turned back to her date, who was still standing 
by the front door.

"Why don't you fix us a drink, Frank, while I'm showing 
my best friend to his quarters? You'll find everything 
you need under the bar, I think. I'll have whatever 
you're having."

With a last mischievous, suggestive grin, she turned and 
left the room. Moments later the distant sound of 
barking was audible as Saxon set up a healthy protest to 
his unaccustomed exile from the center of activity. 
Sally returned to the living room.

"It sounds like he's being tortured, doesn't it, Frank?" 
she remarked as she settled herself comfortably on a 
stool in front of the bar. "Really I'm not as mean as 
you must think. The garage is very comfortable. I use it 
as a guest room in fact. I guess I have to face the fact 
that I have a very spoiled pet on my hands. He normally 
gets anything he wants around here."

"Anything?" Frank asked, one eyebrow rising in a 
quizzical grin as he leered suggestively at his pretty 
hostess.

Sally grinned back, a taunting gleam in her own eyes. 
"Yes, anything. Nothing is too good for my Saxon."

She appraised the tall blond male who was so carefully 
preparing martinis, and felt an excited little quiver in 
her cunt. It had been over a month now since she'd 
fucked a man--ever since Angie had moved in with her.

Although nothing had been said openly, Sally had assumed 
from Angie's very negative attitude toward men lately 
that she would be angry if Sally went out with one. So 
the sensual brunette had been doing her utmost to be 
content with Angie and Saxon for her sexual fulfillment. 
But although she found their company very stimulating, 
she continued to miss men.

Tonight had been her first deviation from the straight 
and narrow. When Angie had told her she was going out 
for dinner and a movie, Sally had automatically drifted 
over to Lew's Bar, and just as automatically got 
involved in conversation and flirtation with this good-
looking stranger. Although she'd had no premeditated 
goal in mind, she knew Frank was hot for screwing, and 
his handsome face and well-muscled physique were 
creating a hot surge of liquid excitement in her horny 
pussy.

She reached for the martini Frank handed her and took a 
long, slow sip, her dark eyes staring over the rim of 
her glass into Frank's clear blue eyes.

"How do you like it, baby?" he asked, moving closer to 
Sally and slipping his arms around her shoulders as he 
spoke.

"It's delicious," she murmured as she reached around 
Frank to set her glass on the bar. "I'll take it however 
you like to dish it out," she continued lewdly, her 
hands reaching up to grasp Frank's head on either side 
and draw his lips down to hers.

Her tongue probed greedily up into the welcoming chasm 
of his mouth, meeting his own tongue and circling and 
sparring with it in obscene mutual titillation. She 
captured his tongue with her lips as it darted into her 
mouth and sucked suggestively on it, in wanton 
simulation of the fucking rhythm her moistening cunt 
craved so avidly.

After several moments, their lips parted and both gasped 
hungrily for air, then Sally began to plant moist, 
nipping kisses along Frank's cheeks and jawline and down 
over his neck. At last, her tongue darted excitingly 
into his ear and her teeth bit his earlobe in 
uninhibited sensual challenge.

"Jeez, you're really hot for a lay, aren't you, baby?" 
Frank said, his voice betraying a mixture of lust and 
wonder. "I'm sure as hell glad I decided to stop by 
Lew's tonight."

"So am I," Sally breathed into his ear, her butt 
wriggling back enticingly to meet his hands as they 
roved down over her back and smooth, swelling asscheeks.

Sally was wearing only a low-cut black cocktail dress 
and high, high platform heels that, combined with her 
natural height, made her almost as tall as Frank. It was 
easy for the big man to reach down past the hem of her 
short skirt and wriggle his hand up to stroke her 
shapely thigh.

At first his head scarcely believed what his hands were 
feeling. This girl was actually wearing a garter-belt 
and nylon stockings, something he hadn't come across 
since his college days, before the revolutionary 
discovery of pantyhose, what Frank Archer considered a 
horny man's worst enemy. Playfully he pulled on a garter 
strap and let it snap back against her skin.

"I didn't know girls wore this kind of thing any more," 
he commented, drawing his head back slightly to look 
into her eyes. He was startled and excited by the look 
of raw lust burning there.

"I only wear them for special occasions," Sally told 
him. "When I want to feel especially sexy. There's 
something rather delightfully wicked about them somehow, 
isn't there?"

It was true that Sally liked to wear garter and panties 
when she was feeling particularly horny, and was going 
out with the clear intention of getting laid. She had 
put them on tonight without really thinking about it, 
without really letting her conscious self in on the 
secret of what she intended to do. Though she loved 
Angie dearly, there was something perversely delicious 
about deceiving her like this--by dressing herself up 
like a common whore and going out and ensnaring the 
first man she came across. The thought titillated her, 
and she rubbed her crotch impatiently up against Frank's 
thigh to remind him exactly of what it was she needed 
and expected from him.

Burying his head in the attractive brunette's neck, 
Frank let his fingers climb higher up along her leg 
until they had passed the hem of her stockings and were 
grazing over the soft, sensitive inner expanse of her 
lushly molded thighs.

"Mmmm," Sally sighed appreciatively, her hands stroking 
encouragingly through his thick blond hair and down 
along his neck. "Oh, that feels good, Frank. I want you 
to take your shirt off," she told him. "You've got such 
a strong body, I bet it's going to feel just wonderful. 
I want to feel it. Can I?" she asked in a little-girl 
pout.

"Sure, baby, anything you want," he told her, tugging 
impatiently at his shirt and jacket, helping her remove 
them and throw them carelessly onto a chair. "But fair's 
fair," he said as he stood before her naked from the 
waist up. "If you get to see me naked, then I deserve 
equal satisfaction, right?"

"Of course, Frank," Sally agreed, her voice thick with 
excitement.

She was finding it incredibly titillating to be seducing 
a total stranger like this, to be having her way with 
this gorgeous hunk of man, preparing to use him for her 
own pleasure. She felt incredibly sexy and daring, more 
lewdly aroused than she had been in weeks.

Sally wanted to play the game her way, and she could see 
that Frank was ready for anything, provided he got his 
in the end. And she hadn't the slightest intention of 
cheating him--or herself-- out of that. She wanted to 
fuck this blond hulk like she hadn't wanted to do 
anything in a long time. But first, she wanted to have a 
little fun.

"Why don't you sit yourself down here and be 
comfortable?" she told him, pushing him gently down into 
a white leather bean bag chair, so his legs were 
sprawled along the carpet, and he was looking right up 
at her panty-covered pussy under her skirt.

"I'm going to put on a little show for you, okay?"

She went over to the stereo and put on an album of bawdy 
bump and grind music and began a lewd little dance in 
the middle of the living-room carpet, churning her hips 
in an obscene, exaggerated grind as she raised her dress 
slowly and tantalizingly up over her garter-striated 
thighs, her panty-protected pussy, her firm tanned 
belly, her lush tits in their lacy black brassiere. She 
took the dress off and threw it carelessly down on top 
of Frank's jacket. Then she turned her back to him, 
mesmerizing the man with the fluid motion of her shapely 
hips and butt.

"Whooeee! Take it all off, baby!" her guest enthused, 
warming up to this provocative situation of having a 
beautiful woman, a near stranger, doing a wild, 
abandoned strip-tease for him.

The sight of her well-developed body in its obscene 
costume was creating a definite stirring in his cock. He 
absently ran a hand down over the growing prick-bulge to 
soothe its impatience. He didn't take his eyes off 
Sally's tantalizing near-nakedness, so keen was he to 
see what she would do next.

Sally could feel pussy-juice moistening the crotchband 
of her panties as she became more and more excited by 
her own wanton performance before this foxy-looking 
stranger. As she churned her ass lasciviously back in 
Frank's direction, she slowly undid the fastener of her 
brassiere and eased it down off her arms, swinging the 
flimsy garment around over her head as she turned to 
face her audience of one, then tossing it to him. Frank 
grabbed the bra and crushed it excitedly in his hands, 
then threw it aside as he leaned forward to inspect the 
round, firm perfection of her tanned jugs.

"Man, I haven't seen a set of tits like that in I don't 
know how long!" he gloated. "Baby, you're really built."

"Why, thank you, sir," she drawled in a little-girl 
voice, caressing her boobs tenderly in her hands, 
tickling the nipples into erection right before his 
eyes.

She bent down in front of him, her knockers dangling 
provocatively before his face. Instinctively, he grabbed 
her by the waist and pulled her closer to him, sucking 
on first one and then the other ripe little nipple until 
both glistened with rosy hardness.

"Oh, that feels good, darling!" Sally exulted, her head 
thrown back in wanton ecstasy as she reveled in the 
tantalizing sensations charging through every nerve 
ending from the eager tonguing of her excited nipples.

At last, mustering all her strength, Sally braced 
herself firmly against Frank's shoulders and pushed 
herself back to her feet, leaving both herself and her 
audience seething with horniness.

Frank was tempted to throw this gorgeous, hot-blooded 
broad down onto the floor and put the prick to her right 
then and there, but his curiosity got the better of him. 
He wanted to see what she would do next. Besides, he 
knew he'd get his rocks off eventually. He was going to 
relax and enjoy the show in the meantime.

Once again undulating in perfect rhythm to the music, 
Sally slipped a finger into each side of her panties and 
began to ease them down over the firm, sculpted contours 
of her hips. Watching with rapt attention, Frank could 
first see a few wiry hairs peeking out over the top, 
then the whole black vee of her beaver was exposed to 
him.

Sally turned her back to him again and bent forward, so 
the round globes of her buttcheeks were staring right at 
him as she eased her panties down over her legs and 
stepped out of them. His breath caught in his throat as 
he surveyed the molded smoothness of her ass, 
crisscrossed by the trappings of her garter.

"Jesus, what an ass!" he moaned, wriggling uncomfortably 
in his chair, rubbing his hand more energetically this 
time over the rock-hard cock-bulge in his trousers.

Sally turned and rose to face her audience, her smooth 
tanned body looking haughty and magnificent, even in her 
lewd costume of black garter and stockings and platform 
heels. She looked like some she-devil, tits large and 
thrusting, hips full and firm in their obscene black 
belt, thick pussy bush centered provocatively between 
two garter straps.

Obsessed with the desire to fuck this hot-assed bitch, 
Frank looked up at her voluptuous face, and realized 
that tonight was going to be one hell of a night. He had 
found himself a broad who really loved cock. And one who 
would clearly do anything for her own and her partner's 
satisfaction.

Much to Frank's delight, it appeared that Sally did not 
intend to remove any more of her skimpy costume. She 
continued to sway and grind provocatively before him for 
several minutes, then she approached his chair once 
again and fell to her knees between his legs.

Her hands groped at the zipper of his pants, while his 
own hands fondled her inviting, full thrusting jugs. 
With an expert sense of strategy, her hands found his 
turgid cock and pulled it out of his fly. Frank watched 
her stare hungrily at his rod for a moment, as her hand 
began to stroke gently, ever so gently along its 
throbbing length.

Then, without warning, her head dropped to his lap and 
her mouth closed over the bulb-shaped head of his prick, 
sucking from the dilated cum-slit the slight drop of 
moisture that glistened there. She sucked and lapped 
eagerly at his fuck-stick, running her tongue around and 
around its mushroom head and then closing her mouth over 
it once more and sliding her lips all the way down his 
cock-shaft until Frank felt sure the tip of his tool 
must be grazing her tonsils.

"Jeez!" the big man groaned through gritted teeth, his 
hands gripping the white leather of the chair as he 
resisted the almost overwhelming urge to come, to shoot 
his load of sticky white sperm right down this sexy 
brunette's greedy little throat.

Frank fought the urge, determined to save his hard-on 
for Sally's tight-looking pussy. He watched with 
seasoned lust as her ass writhed provocatively behind 
her while she sucked his dick, her whole being obviously 
turning on to her wanton activities-- first her sexy 
strip-tease and now her hungry need to suck his cock.

"Oh, baby, you're really turning me on! Jesus Christ, 
I've never met anybody who could suck cock like you do!"

Sally was totally preoccupied with lust. She could feel 
her pussy-juice seeping moistly onto her naked thighs as 
she sucked hungrily at the lovely thick cock that stood 
up so hard and firm and ready to fuck her. She loved the 
slick filling feel of his rod in her mouth, but there 
was something she knew she'd love better. She wanted to 
feel the big tool jammed up inside her waiting cunt.

She looked longingly at the prick that glistened lewdly 
with her own saliva as she raised her head from Frank's 
lap.

"God, I've got to have your cock in me now!" she told 
her companion, her whole face a writhing picture of need 
as she crawled up onto the chair, straddling the man's 
hips and poising her wet, ready cunt directly over his 
upthrust prick.

 ***

Angie had felt the need to be alone this evening. Much 
as she loved being with Sally and Saxon, she thought it 
would be fun for a change to treat herself to a good 
meal somewhere and then see a movie. Just to reacquaint 
herself with herself. The last few weeks had been one 
long, hectic bout of sensuality, involving just the 
three of them, and it had undoubtedly been the most 
beautiful, totally fulfilling experience of Angie's 
life. But except for trips to and from work, she hadn't 
been alone once. And tonight was to be the night.

But once she'd relaxed with a delicious bottle of wine 
and a filling meal, Angie began to feel the old familiar 
sensations down in her belly. She was turned on.

The hell with a movie, she thought. I think I'll go home 
and see what Sally and Saxon are up to.

She felt a happy glow inside as she drove home. The 
pretty blonde had never before in her life known what it 
was to have a real loving home to "go home" to. It was a 
fine feeling, one she hadn't the slightest intention of 
jeopardizing. As far as she was concerned, it would be 
just her and Sally and Saxon living happily ever after.

Sure beats lonely nights in front of the TV, finger-
fucking and dating assholes, Angie told herself with a 
smug grin as she pulled up in front of the house.

She saw the lights burning behind the drapes in the 
living room and felt immediately comforted by the 
assurance that Sally was home. She felt sure, though, 
that she could hear a dog barking somewhere not too far 
away, and she was positive it was Saxon. That was 
strange. Why wouldn't Saxon be with Sally?

Feeling suddenly apprehensive, Angie decided to go 
around to the back door and sneak into the living room. 
That way, if there was any trouble, she'd know about it 
before whoever was in the living room knew she was home. 
And if everything was all right, it would be a nice 
surprise for Sally.

Angie let herself quietly through the back door. She was 
sure now that Saxon was locked in the garage, and she 
could feel her heart thumping with fear as she tiptoed 
to the living room.

She froze in her tracks as sight and sound greeted her 
simultaneously.

"Oooohhh!" Sally moaned wantonly, throwing back her head 
and closing her eyes as she lowered her throbbing cunt 
down onto Frank's upthrust cock. Just the pressure of 
the swollen knob at her quaking cunt-mouth was enough to 
drive her mad with excitement. Already her twat was so 
wet and open that it wasn't difficult for her to take 
the first few inches of dick right up inside. Then she 
reveled in the delicious feeling of fulfillment as she 
lowered her cunt down all the way onto his hard cock-
shaft, her pussy-walls dilating to receive Frank's 
entire long prick. She groaned in pleasure as she 
stuffed herself with cock.

"Oh, Frank! Oh, you've got a beautiful dick, honey. It 
feels so good up inside my pussy!"

Keeping her eyes closed in order to better appreciate 
the fantastic feelings in her cunt, Sally braced herself 
against Frank's chest and began to hump her hips up and 
down over the big man's swollen dong.

Angie had to stuff her fist into her mouth to keep 
herself from crying aloud. How could Sally do such a 
thing to her? They were lovers, still practically on 
their honeymoon, and she'd brought home this pick-up and 
was fucking him right on the chair in the living room!

Angie's anger and hurt only increased as she drank in 
the obvious relish with which Sally was fucking, as 
though she hadn't come in a month of Sundays.

I'm not enough for her. I didn't satisfy her, Angie 
thought, beset by confused emotions of guilt and shame 
and anger. She's nothing but a whore! She's incapable of 
fidelity!

Disgusted as she was by the scene of animal lust before 
her, Angie could not tear herself away from the 
titillating spectacle. There was her girlfriend, dressed 
only in garters, stockings and high heels, pumping her 
cunt hungrily up and down over the thick, glistening 
shaft of the blond stranger's prick. Angie couldn't 
suppress a little surge of vicarious excitement as she 
watched Sally's beautiful face contort with cock-hungry 
lust.

Sure didn't take her long, Angie thought bitterly. I 
turn my back for a couple of hours and she's humping 
away with some perfect stranger right in our house.

"Ooooohhh, Frankie baby! You've got such a beautiful 
prick, honey! My cunt feels like it's on fire!"

Sally's words came out a little unevenly, for she was 
short of breath from her vigorous humping over the big 
man's cock. She could feel the first signs of explosion 
lurking in the pit of her belly, and she began a 
continuous wail as she fucked her cunt more and more 
furiously on the hard prick.

"Oh, keep fucking like that, Sally honey!" Frank 
groaned, his head sunk back against the smooth leather 
of the chair, his hips thrusting up against the 
undulating cunt pulsating so demandingly over him. He'd 
never experienced a fuck like this in his entire life!

All thought was swept from the big man's mind as he felt 
Sally's hips step up their taunting pace over his juice-
slickened cock. Frank realized the sexy bitch was right 
on the brink of a come. A moment later, she told him so.

"Oh, God, Frank! I'm coming! COOMMIINNGG!!"

Sally thrust her ass furiously up and down over that 
filling cock-shaft for several moments before finally 
collapsing forward on his chest like a spent rag doll. 
She felt him shooting his sperm far up into her 
welcoming cunt, but she hadn't another iota of energy 
left to move with him. He grabbed her shoulders hard and 
pumped up into her snatch like a riveting machine gone 
wild, and then he was still.

"Christ, you're unbelievable, doll!" Frank groaned as he 
worked out the last drops of his load. "It's going to 
take me a few minutes--"

"Well, if this isn't the sweetest fucking display I've 
seen in my lifetime, I don't know what is," Angie 
interrupted, venom dripping from her voice.

Sally found a reserve of energy she didn't know was in 
her and leapt to her feet in front of her obscenely 
sprawled lover.

"Angie! What... how... Angie, please don't be angry, 
honey! This doesn't mean I don't love..." Hot tears 
sprang to the lovely brunette's eyes.

"I know. I know," Angie replied sarcastically, the 
coldness of her voice masking the confused hubbub of 
emotions inside her. "This doesn't mean you don't love 
me at least as much as you love any old pick-up in town. 
I bet I'm right near the top of your list of 'favorite 
fucks I have known'."

Overwhelmed by a horrible need to give way to tears, she 
set up her old escape mechanism of replacing self-pity 
with rage.

"You disgust me," she told the trembling Sally, getting 
a sadistic pleasure out of the obvious pain she was 
inflicting with her words.

"Hey, what is this?" Frank asked Sally at last. "Don't 
tell me you're a fucking lesbian, honey!" The taunting 
edge in his voice threw Angie into a more intense rage.

"You keep your fucking mouth shut, creep!" she told the 
handsome blond, giving him a murderous look. "When we 
need shit-ass comments from you, I'll ask for them."

Frank suddenly found himself subdued into a surly 
silence.

"Angie, please understand!" Sally wailed, the tears 
streaming down her face now. "I love you. This was only 
a lark. You like to go to movies by yourself, so I like 
to fuck good-looking guys occasionally. It doesn't mean 
a thing!"

Angie almost felt herself relenting. She decided she had 
better leave before she let her heart rule her head.

"I don't know, Sally. I thought being with you would be 
different from being with some guy. Now I don't know. 
I'll have to think about it. I'm going to go away for a 
while. Maybe I'll come back; maybe I won't."

With that, a renegade tear hovering on the brim of one 
lash, Angie turned and fled the room.

"Angie!" Sally called after her friend, but she knew it 
was useless. She would simply have to wait and hope the 
other woman could learn to understand her little 
weaknesses. She knew she could never learn to be good 
always. It just wasn't in her.

"Well, I guess I'd better be going," Frank muttered as 
he rose to his feet and began to rummage for his 
clothes.

Sally walked over to where he was standing and drew one 
of his hands to her dripping cunt.

"What's your hurry?" she asked, still struggling with 
one wrist to wipe the tears from her eyes. "I'm going to 
be needing some company tonight, and I don't want to 
have to go back to that awful bar."

"Why, baby," he said with a scornful little grin, "you 
are really something else. Sure, I'll stay. A piece of 
ass like you doesn't come along every day." Then he 
jammed one finger almost cruelly up into her seeping 
cunt-hole, a smile of grim satisfaction contorting his 
features as he watched her face again light up with 
lust.


-= Chapter 5 =-

The first thing Angie did when she left the house and 
the ugly scene with Sally behind her was drive to the 
nearest liquor store and pick up a bottle of gin and a 
six-pack of tonic. She then drove until she was a couple 
of hours out of town, found herself a motel and drank 
herself into a drunken stupor. She knew it was the only 
way she would ever sleep that night, and it worked... at 
least until about four in the morning when she woke up 
with a headache and a heartache to match.

Her recent relationship with Sally was as close as Angie 
had let another human being come to her in many years. 
She had learned early to mistrust her own emotions and 
the intentions of others. At last she had felt she'd met 
someone who really cared about her and the relationship 
they shared. Now she realized she'd been smacked in the 
face again. Sally was just as shallow as everyone else. 
The only thing she was interested in was her own petty 
pleasure. She had never cared about Angie.

The unhappy blonde checked out of the motel and got into 
her car, heading east on the highway once again without 
any specific course or destination in mind. For a couple 
of hours she could think of nothing but how Sally had 
looked humping up and down over that stranger's prick, 
her face beautiful in her wild, lustful preoccupation 
with her own pleasure.

How could she do it to me? How could she do it to me? 
Angie asked herself over and over again. And the best 
answer she could come up with was: She didn't care. She 
never cared about me.

Lost as she was in the fantasies of her grief. Angie was 
still aware enough somewhere in the back of her mind to 
realize that her answer was not good enough. Thinking 
back to the good times the three of them had shared 
recently, she knew Sally was not actress enough to 
pretend that kind of intense emotion over so long a 
period. She had cared. After all, they had been close 
friends for a long time before becoming lovers. It 
wasn't as though Sally had struck up the sexual 
relationship just to use her. It had come as a natural 
evolution of a close and warm friendship.

So why had she hurt Angie like that then? There must be 
an aspect to Sally's character that she simply hadn't 
had a chance to investigate yet. Maybe she just couldn't 
give up men. Maybe she just wasn't getting enough sexual 
gratification from her involvement with Saxon and 
herself.

From time to time Angie let the tears roll down her 
cheeks unchecked as she drove into the approaching dawn, 
her mind numb, her body rigid with tension and fear. 
Should she leave Sally? Could she bear to live without 
that closeness and wild sex again now that she had had a 
chance to experience it? But on the other hand, could 
she let herself be treated so brutally, so heartlessly? 
It had been years since Angie had really let herself 
cry. But this morning the tears flowed hot and heavy, 
the full brunt of years of pent-up emotions breaking 
loose all at once.

It was full daylight now, and Angie began to feel more 
cheerful despite herself. She found her mind wandering 
from the horror aspects of what she had seen last night 
to the erotic aspects.

Angie had almost forgotten what men's cocks were like, 
so long now had she been used to a steady diet of dog-
cock. The stranger's prick had looked very thick and 
very long and very hard as it pumped wetly in and out of 
Sally's slick, welcoming cunt.

Angie began to feel a little tingle of moisture down 
between her own legs as she pictured the rhythmic 
fucking on the chair, Sally's pretty little pussy 
sliding up and down, up and down over the man's hard, 
ready, spearlike cock. Almost as though in a daze, Angie 
let her hand slip down to her crotch and begin to prod 
at the hem of her shorts, seeking out her puffy gash.

"Oh, Angie, for Pete's sake, stop it!" she told herself 
sharply as she forcibly drew her hand back to the 
steering wheel. "Can't you take anything seriously?" she 
chided her sensual self even as she broke into a little 
grin.

She was beginning to see the humor of the whole 
situation. Of herself pretending such grief and despair, 
yet at the same time trying to cool down the incredible 
tingling in her wet, horny cunt. She was beginning to 
feel stronger inside, less shattered by Sally's 
betrayal. She realized that if she could still feel 
horny at a time like this, all was not lost.

The beautiful sunny day was doing wonders for Angie's 
disposition, as well as the heady freedom of driving 
down the highway with no particular place to go right in 
the middle of the week. She had never run off from her 
responsibilities like this before, and she was enjoying 
the rush of excitement that was now pumping through her 
veins. Anything could happen. And she was ready for 
anything. Sure, her job would probably be gone when she 
got back, but she could always get another. Today she 
wasn't going to worry about anything. Just go where the 
feeling took her, and do what the feeling demanded. And 
the first thing she was going to do was stop for some 
breakfast. She was starving.

Angie stopped at a pleasant-looking family restaurant 
and ordered scrambled eggs, bacon, toast and coffee. As 
she waited for her order to arrive, she noticed a 
handsome-looking young man with shoulder-length, sun-
bleached hair sitting at the counter drinking a cup of 
coffee. He was dressed in jeans and faded denim shirt, 
and a small knapsack rested against the base of the 
counter under him.

A hitchhiker, Angie thought immediately. She watched the 
youth attentively for several moments, actually 
wondering what it would be like to fuck him. It 
surprised her when she noticed what she was doing. She 
hadn't looked at a man with any kind of sexual intent in 
weeks. In fact, she was sure she had had enough of them 
to last a lifetime.

When her breakfast arrived, Angie began to eat hungrily, 
forgetting for the moment all about the rather soulful-
looking youth on the barstool. She drank the last of her 
coffee and stood up, ready to leave, when the young man 
from the counter walked over and stood directly in front 
of her.

"Excuse me, ma'am," he said. "I hope you don't mind my 
asking, but I'm trying to get to Arizona and I've been 
stuck at this junction since eleven o'clock last night. 
Would you happen to be going my way?"

Angie hesitated for a moment, feeling automatically on 
the defensive. But after thinking it over for a moment, 
she realized there was no good reason why she shouldn't 
give this boy a lift. After all, she was headed east, 
why not go right on into Arizona? It would be fun to 
have the company, and this looked like a very nice boy, 
one she knew instinctively she could trust.

"Sure, I'm going to Arizona. And I've got plenty of 
room." She smiled at the youth, and he smiled back. 
Angie was charmed by how disarmingly naive and almost 
pretty he looked when he smiled. She was definitely 
going to enjoy the company.

"There's one problem," he said sheepishly.

"Oh?" Angie was immediately alert for any signs of a con 
game.

"Yeah. I've got a dog tied up outside." His face twisted 
ruefully. "I think he may be one reason why I haven't 
been able to get a ride."

"Why? Is he vicious?"

"Heck no! Jethro wouldn't hurt a fly, not unless it was 
trying to hurt him, that is. But he's kind of big. Do 
you want to come out and have a look at him?"

"Sure, why not."

Angie paid her bill and followed the youth around the 
side of the restaurant to where a very large, gold-
colored dog was prancing excitedly as he watched the 
approach of his young master.

"Why, he's beautiful!" Angie enthused. "What kind of dog 
is he?"

"He's part Saint Bernard and part golden lab."

He looked apprehensively at Angie as she stroked the 
animal's flanks and big head. The dawn of a smile broke 
out on his face.

"Does this mean we get the ride?" he asked. "Jethro's 
really good in a car. He lies down and stays down until 
I tell him otherwise."

Angie laughed as the big animal reached up to lick her 
face while she bent down to pat his head. The old 
familiar excitement that reminded her at once of Saxon 
raced through her loins, and she saw a sudden lewd image 
of herself kneeling before the huge dog while he fucked 
relentlessly up into her wetly clinging cunt.

Afraid the boy might notice she was blushing, Angie 
straightened up and turned towards her car, beckoning 
casually for the two hitchhikers to follow.

"Lots of room," she said, and went ahead to unlock her 
car.

Angie and the boy talked companionably for half an hour 
while they drove steadily through the early-morning 
sunshine. The boy, who introduced himself as Tim Bailey, 
was a college student heading to Arizona to spend a 
couple of weeks with an older brother. Angie found him 
far more interesting to talk to than the older men she'd 
been dating. He actually seemed to have something in his 
head besides money and getting laid.

"Mind if I light up a joint?" he asked.

Angie didn't mind at all. In fact she figured a few 
tokes might be exactly what she needed right now. She 
sucked long and deep on the slender cigarette each time 
it was passed back to her. Within minutes she found her 
attention lapsing, so that she almost hit an oncoming 
car as she let her front end wander over the center 
line.

"I don't think I'm used enough to dope to be driving 
under the influence," she told her companion sheepishly. 
"Mind if we pull over for a little while? I'd like to 
have a closer look at the countryside anyway."

"Hey, I'd like that. I'm in no hurry anyway, now that 
I've got a ride."

Angie found a country road that led into a grove of 
trees about a thousand yards off the highway. They got 
out of the car and Angie got an old picnic blanket out 
of the trunk so they'd have something to sit on. The dog 
nosed about among the trees, checking out the new 
terrain while the two humans talked. Every now and then 
he'd check back in for a pat and a lick before venturing 
back out into the unknown.

As she and Tim talked, Angie found her mind wandering 
mysteriously from the subject of conversation to the 
idea of being fucked by that big friendly dog. She could 
feel that the crotch of her shorts was actually wet with 
pussy-juice. Her horniness and the boy's uncanny 
openness made her feel less inhibited than usual. That, 
and the dope. She had become bored with mere 
conversation. They were alone in this lovely wood, and 
she was ripe to take advantage of the situation and the 
day and her mood.

"I'd like to suck your cock," Angie found herself saying 
aloud.

"Far-out," the boy answered, his face mellowing into a 
peaceful grin. "Well, if you'd like it, I'd sure like 
it," he told her.

Without batting an eyelash, he opened his fly and pulled 
out his cock, long and thick, but still soft in his 
hand.

Watching the boy open his pants, Angie took off her own 
shirt and shorts so she was naked, her nipples hardening 
delightfully in response to the slight, warm breeze in 
the wood. Her own wanton nudity outside in broad 
daylight heightened her drug-induced horniness, and she 
knelt forward on all fours to reach for Tim's cock and 
squeeze it fondly between her fingers. It really was a 
very nice cock, she thought lewdly. It had been a long 
time, but she remembered now how much she liked the 
smooth, fleshy feel of a prick as it began to harden in 
her hand.

"Why don't you just lie down on the blanket, darling?" 
Angie suggested. "Relax, and let me make you feel 
good... I love the feel of your prick, Tim. See, already 
it's getting nice and hard for me."

Her words stopped there as she lowered her mouth over 
the boy's body and closed her lips softly over the 
flaring head of his rapidly swelling cock. She thrust 
her ass lewdly into the air behind her as she began to 
nip and tease at the tip of the turgid prick in her 
mouth. Her asscheeks were poised high in the air as 
though in obscene invitation to another lover, and in 
fact Angie in her stoned mind was hoping the dog might 
take an interest in the ripe aroma of her excited cunt 
and come fuck her.

Tim began to moan softly from time to time as Angie 
lowered her mouth all the way down over his rigid cock, 
encasing its entire pulsing length in the warm wet 
hollow of her cheeks. She established a smooth, slow 
rhythm over the upthrust tool, following the movement of 
her mouth with the stroking of her clasped hand around 
the fleshy cock-shaft.

Up and down her blonde head worked over the still-
clothed boy, who lay smiling in blissful agony, watching 
the lovely naked older woman eagerly suck his pulsating 
rod.

"Jeez, Angie, you're really a beautiful chick," he told 
her even as his hips continued to squirm in response to 
the maddening attentions of her mouth on his prick. 
"Your mouth's like liquid honey on my prick. I've never 
known a girl who could suck cock like you do."

Angie was pleased by the boy's appreciative words and by 
the gentle, matter-of-fact manner in which he spoke 
them. She realized that he wanted her to handle things 
the way she wanted to handle them.

And right now she wanted to handle this lovely hard cock 
of Tim's, to suck it like it had never gotten sucked 
before. Her mouth worked hungrily up and down the 
gleaming, purple-veined cock, while her hand jacked 
rhythmically on the shaft. She tried to imagine what the 
blow-job felt like to the boy, and her horniness 
increased. Soon she was totally engrossed in sucking the 
boy off there in the sunlit wood, oblivious to anything 
but one hard fleshy cock, when suddenly she felt a cold 
wet presence at her asshole.

It was Jethro's nose!

Without losing her cock-sucking rhythm, she waited in 
breathless anticipation of what the big dog might do. 
She waved her butt encouragingly in his face, thrusting 
her buns farther upward so the dog would find her wet, 
seeping slit in his explorations.

"Aaaagghh!" she moaned around the fleshy tool in her 
mouth as the dog's tongue lashed out to lap roughly over 
her whole slit and the knot of her asshole.

Jethro had been distracted from his play by the strange 
coupling that was taking place on the blanket, and when 
he went over to investigate, he was immediately 
attracted by the earthy scent emanating from the woman's 
aroused cunt. He did as his instincts commanded under 
the circumstances--took a sniff and then a lick. He 
liked the taste and began to lick greedily at Angie's 
parted pussy-slit, thrusting his head in between her 
thighs to get full access to her drooling twat.

Angie parted her legs as far as she could to give the 
animal full access to her hotly quivering cunt. She 
found the liquid pressure of the dog's tongue on her 
cunt-lips thoroughly arousing, so much so that she 
almost forgot to keep her head working up and down over 
Tim's stiff prick. Saliva ran wetly from her mouth as 
she sucked like a woman demented at his glistening cock-
shaft, feeling its tip grazing her tonsils as her mouth 
engorged the whole pulsing rod.

The young hitchhiker could scarcely believe the 
incredibly sensual threesome he and his dog had suddenly 
become involved in. Such a short time ago, it seemed, 
all he'd been worried about was getting to his brother's 
place. Now here he was lying on a blanket in the woods 
with a beautiful naked woman kneeling over him, sucking 
his prick while his dog licked at her cunt.

Tim's first instinct when he'd seen Jethro heading for 
the woman's ass was to shoo him off, but he'd been 
thoroughly surprised, and aroused, to find that the 
woman actually seemed to want the dog to pay attention 
to her ass and cunt. She was wiggling her buttcheeks 
back and forth in search of more of the animal tonguing, 
mewling all the while around his cock while she sucked 
and slavered, bringing him to an amazing peak of sexual 
arousal. Nothing in Tim's hitherto rather bland sex life 
could even begin to measure up to what was happening to 
him this morning. He had never before been so thoroughly 
excited.

"Ughhh!" the boy grunted, pumping his hips more 
energetically up into Angie's mouth in abandoned 
appreciation of her talented cock-tonguing.

Angie felt she had never been so depraved in her entire 
life. Here she was in the great outdoors, less than a 
mile from a main highway, sucking on a total stranger's 
prick while his dog lapped at her cunt! The pain and 
agony she had experienced short hours ago were now 
totally forgotten, forsaken in the rush to answer the 
call of more compelling emotions, to revel in the wanton 
participation in orgiastic pleasures of the flesh.

Angie felt her pleasure would be complete if only the 
dog would fuck her, would jam her cunt full with what 
she imagined must be his truly huge prick. A dog that 
size had to be hung like a small horse! She thought 
perhaps he might be in need of a little encouragement, 
that he had undoubtedly never fucked a human before. 
Raising her head for a moment from the youth's cock, she 
turned to the dog and patted her own ass as she spoke.

"Come on, boy. Up, up. Come on, that's a good boy."

The big dog seemed a little confused at first by the 
woman's words and gestures, but he abandoned his licking 
of her cunt to look at her and try to fathom what was 
expected of him.

Inspired by the woman's aromatic cunt-juice, he began 
mounting her ass, like he did with female dogs. The 
handsome mongrel rose to his feet and raised his front 
paws onto Angie's back, at the same time thrusting 
forward frantically with his hips.

Angie was almost mad with excitement. She'd caught a 
glimpse of the dog's thick glistening prick before he 
rose up behind her, and she immediately began to quiver 
with fear that was heavily tinged with pure ravenous 
sexual hunger. Confident that the dog had the idea now 
of what was expected of him, she went back to her task 
of sucking and caressing Tim's rock-hard cock, which was 
lurching heavily as though in search of that wonderful 
mouth that had momentarily deserted it.

Tim had been almost unable to believe his ears when he 
heard the woman coax the dog to mount her. He realized 
this strange beautiful woman actually seemed to be 
trying to get his dog to fuck her! He'd heard or read 
the old thing about women fucking animals, but he'd 
never seriously believed it. Now here he was getting an 
incredible blow-job from a gorgeous blonde that was 
obviously into screwing dogs!

Angie was groaning with excitement as she felt the big 
animal humping up against her crotch, searching with his 
prick for her waiting cunt. She realized after a few 
moments of hit and miss activity that the dog was going 
to need some help. For assistance, she raised her eyes 
pleadingly to the boy's watching face, trying to convey 
to him, without raising her mouth from his cock, just 
what it was she needed from him.

Tim's mouth hung open in awe as he watched the sexy 
blonde work over his inflated tool while the big dog 
struggled to impale her from behind. For long moments he 
was unable to take his eyes from her full pink lips that 
locked so hotly around his pulsing cock-shaft, nibbling 
and sucking ever-increasing sparks of excitement from 
the very depths of his aroused balls.

At last he noticed the woman was staring at him with a 
look of incredible pleading in her lovely blue eyes. He 
couldn't figure out what it was all about at first, but 
suddenly it dawned on him. She wanted him to help the 
dog get his prick in... To coach his dog in his first 
attempt at fucking a human female!

Carefully, so as not to disturb her lips' hold on his 
throbbing prick, he maneuvered his body around until his 
shoulder was almost brushing against his dog's rear leg. 
He reached timidly for the slick red girth of Jethro's 
cock and guided the turgid rod in between her ass-crack 
towards the wet, waiting mouth of her cunt. He poked the 
tip of the dog's cock against the yielding pussy-flesh 
until the dog himself sensed that he had at last found 
the right place and lunged forward with compulsive 
strength.

"Aaaaarrgghhh!" Angie moaned around the filling girth of 
Tim's prick. It hurt terribly, much more than Saxon's 
cock ever had. Her sensual apprehension suddenly turned 
to real fear as she realized nothing was going to stop 
the animal from ramming his huge cock all the way up 
into her tight, defenseless cunt. She suddenly pulled 
her head up from Tim's dick.

"No, no, Tim! Stop him! It's too much! I can't take his 
cock!"

But already the big dog had sensed his victory and was 
thrusting back and forth with powerful strokes that were 
forcing his giant dick farther and farther up into the 
reluctantly yielding recesses of her cunt. His cock was 
hard and thick and powerful, and the strength of each 
instroke forced her head down so her mouth was again 
closed over the upthrust staff of Tim's dick. 
Mechanically, she began to suck the dick rod, resigning 
herself to the fearful fate she had cut out for herself, 
victim to the relentless fucking of a dog with a prick 
almost twice the size of her dear familiar Saxon's.

Tim had heard the woman's cry for help, but he sensed 
that it was only half-hearted, that the pleas for mercy 
would soon turn into mewls of pleasure. He was 
mesmerized by the sight of his pet's thick red cock 
disappearing far up between the flowering pink lips of 
Angie's pussy, and then reappearing momentarily only to 
plow once again all the way up into the woman's hungry 
cunt.

It looked more like her snatch was struggling to swallow 
the entire rigid dog-cock rather than fight it off, so 
wetly was it opening and closing around the animal's 
stroking dong. There was no way he was going to turn off 
the circus now. He wanted to see the show right through 
to the end. Watch this nympho woman that was sucking his 
cock turn into a raving banshee as she learned to 
respond to his dog's relentless fucking.

Gradually, ever so gradually, Angie's resignation to her 
newfound pain turned into a hungry acceptance of a new, 
deeper, more intense thrill. She was actually taking 
that massive dog's cock all the way up into her dilating 
pussy! The rampaging thickness was coaxing her sensitive 
nerve-endings into building appreciation of the pitiless 
fucking she was taking up her vulnerable cunt. It was 
feeling good. It was feeling damned good. Angle had 
never been fucked like this in her life and she knew it.

As she once again sucked eagerly on Tim's rubbery cock, 
she reminded herself lewdly of how it had actually taken 
a chance meeting with a hitchhiker and his beautiful big 
pet to coax her into the incredible orgiastic pleasure 
she was now enjoying. She was riding high on a peak of 
wanton abandon that even surpassed anything she had 
known with Saxon and Sally, and for a moment she felt a 
little pang of guilt that she was experiencing a more 
intense passion with strangers. But then her memory 
reminded her of the scene she had interrupted last night 
and she knew an even more furious excitement.

She was getting her own back. She, too, could pick up 
someone and make them show her body wilder and more 
intense erotic experiences than she had known at home. 
She could get fucked, too. She smiled a little around 
the cock driving into her face as she tried to imagine 
what Sally would think if she could see her now: 
Kneeling naked in the woods, sucking a college boy's 
cock while his dog fucked her cunt with the force and 
speed of an oncoming freight train.

"Uhhh, uhhh, uhhh!" Angie mewled around Tim's prick as 
her entire body drank in the incredible stimulation of 
the animal-humping she was getting from behind. She was 
beginning to feel weak and a little tired but still 
Jethro fucked on and on, his powerful body rutting with 
the intensity of a jackhammer, forcing her to almost 
unbearable summits of sensual pleasure.

Bravely, Angie continued to suck and lave Tim's swollen 
tool, though her strength was fading, though she was 
like a heroin addict who was floating off somewhere in a 
private pleasurable fantasy world, driven there by the 
intensity of the most thorough, rousing fuck she had 
ever known in her entire promiscuous young life.

"Jeez, baby, I don't know how much longer I can hold 
on!" Tim groaned between clenched teeth. Watching this 
wild woman suck his cock while she got thoroughly turned 
on to his pet's hard-fucking prick was driving him to 
the peak with furious intensity. That and the fact that 
Angie's cock-sucking maneuvers were becoming more and 
more abandoned as she was driven farther and farther 
toward the brink of distraction by Jethro's tireless 
dog-cock.

Tim knew he was going to come within moments, and he 
realized instinctively it was going to be the most 
memorable orgasm of his life. He began to pump his loins 
more energetically at the woman's face, rushing to meet 
the explosion threatened to break at any moment.

Angie could tell by Tim's erotic squirmings that he was 
struggling on the brink of climax. At the same time she 
could feel the dog's prick growing larger inside her 
clutching cunt as the animal, too, struggled to fulfill 
the promise of release.

The idea of having both her mouth and cunt filled by 
thick white male sperm, half-animal, half-human, drove 
Angie over the brink of excitement, and she writhed and 
gyrated her ass furiously, coaxing the dog to come in 
her twat even as she clenched with her hand and sucked 
tighter with her mouth at Tim's twitching cock.

Tim was the first to go. Angie could feel the hot jets 
of salty jizz shooting far into the back of her throat, 
and she swallowed them hungrily while the dog thrust his 
cock energetically far up into her wet pussy to unload 
his own salty ration of spunk. The knowledge that it was 
finally happening-- that she was being filled to the 
peak of her lustful capacity-- triggered Angie's own 
climax.

"Mmmmmm, aaaannhhhhh!" she moaned around the spurting 
rod in her mouth as her nerve endings seemed to explode 
with the intense force of a thousand tiny firecrackers. 
She was over the top. She and her two strange new 
companions were climaxing together here in the woods on 
this lovely warm summer's day. It was crazy. It was 
sexy. She loved it. She loved it!

The three orgiastic revelers lay in a confused heap of 
fur and flesh for some time before Tim finally struggled 
to his feet and pulled up the zipper of his jeans. 
Jethro leaped up and joined him, snuggling against the 
boy's leg affectionately. Tim reached down and stroked 
the animal.

"Hi, fella. Have a good time? We sure learned a few 
things about the birds and the bees today, didn't we?"

Hearing Tim's words, Angie giggled and rolled over onto 
her back to look up at her two handsome lovers. "Hey, 
does that make me a teacher?" she asked coquettishly. 
"Maybe I've discovered a new vocation."

"You're the best damned teacher I ever met," Tim 
complimented her, giving her a friendly hug as she rose 
to her feet.

The boy and his dog played fetch-it with a big stick for 
a few minutes while Angie dressed and put the blanket 
back in the car. She still felt vaguely stoned, but it 
was hard to tell how much of that was the result of the 
marijuana and how much of her fabulous orgasm. She felt 
totally rejuvenated, freed of the burden of last night's 
sorrow and anger.

"Hey, you guys ready to leave?" she called at last.

"Ready when you are." Tim and Jethro sauntered back to 
the car, both looking extremely smug and well taken care 
of. "Hey, Angie," Tim suggested as he got back in the 
car, "why don't you come along to my brother Sid's place 
with me? He wrote me that he has orgies and stuff like 
that going at his ranch. You might be interested, and 
I'm sure he'd be glad to meet you."

Angie was a little shocked at first, and then laughed at 
her own silly prudishness. A girl who could pick up a 
boy and his dog and fuck them both certainly had nothing 
to fear from a mere orgy. Besides, it was a new 
opportunity, something different. Who knew what might 
happen?

"Sure, why not?" She shrugged her shoulders. "You know, 
I think it's time I met more of my own kind of people."


-= Chapter 6 =-

Sharon Moore was bored. Here she was stuck out on a 
dusty ranch in the middle of nowhere with nothing to do 
but decorate the pavement around her host's pool.

When she'd received the invitation from the studio P.R. 
man to spend a couple of weeks at the Arizona hideaway 
of Sid Bailey, one of Hollywood's top TV producers, 
Sharon had been sure this was her big chance to make it 
in show business.

She'd thought the invitation to Bailey's spread meant he 
wanted to fuck her. And that might mean a starring role 
in a TV show, maybe even her own series. Sugar-plum 
fairies had been dancing in her head for the five days 
before she arrived up here. But in the last four, she'd 
done nothing but eat, look pretty and sleep-alone.

What the hell kind of way was this to get ahead anyway? 
The teenager chided herself as she looked vaguely out an 
upstairs window at the long dusty road that led to the 
luxurious ranchhouse. She watched a big Buick pull into 
the drive. A woman was behind the wheel, but she waited 
in the car while a hippie-looking young boy and a huge 
golden dog approached the house. For lack of anything 
better to do, Sharon decided to go downstairs and find 
out who the newcomers were.

Bailey himself was standing in the front foyer with an 
arm around the boy and a hand on the big dog's head. He 
noticed Sharon coming down the stairs and called her 
over.

"Hey, Sharon honey, I want you to meet my baby brother, 
Tim. Him and Jethro here are going to be spending a 
couple of weeks with us. They'll be here for the big 
party coming up."

Sharon felt much warmer toward the young hippie once she 
realized just who he was. This might be a back door into 
Sid's affections. Besides, Tim was kind of cute. She 
shone her warmest smile in the boy's direction, but he 
seemed far too wrapped up in something he wanted to tell 
his brother to pay much attention to the young starlet. 
Sharon fumed inwardly, while still glowing on the 
surface.

"Hey, Sid," Tim addressed his brother, "speaking of your 
parties, I've got someone outside I'd like you to meet. 
A really foxy-looking chick."

"Well, sure, Tim, any little girl of yours is a friend 
of mine. Just friends, though... strictly," he teased 
the handsome youth. Sid was very fond of his only 
sibling, who was almost fifteen years younger than 
himself.

"Hey, it's nothing like that, Sid. I just met her this 
morning. She gave me a ride here. But the interesting 
part is--" Tim looked anxiously at Sharon, then decided 
to go ahead-- "she likes to fuck dogs, Sid. I thought 
she might be good at your parties. She seems to be in 
the market for new kicks. And, wow! She sucks cock like-
-"

Sid's eyes lit up at this titillating bit of 
information. "Hey, far-out, look at this, Sharon," he 
enthused fondly. "My little brother's really growing up. 
So much dynamite sex-appeal the girls can't keep their 
mouths off his cock." He turned back to Tim. "Sounds 
like an interesting addition to the party. Let's go have 
a look at her, little brother." The two brothers walked 
out to the car arm in arm.

Sharon watched them from the front door. One would never 
have suspected they were brothers. Tim was so tall and 
slender and blond, while Sid, though not much over 
thirty, was short and stocky with a receding hairline. 
Sharon knew he was reputed to work up to twenty hours a 
day. He was a big success, but he worked like a beaver 
for everything he got. That helped explain why he looked 
closer to forty than thirty.

The watching actress' attention was diverted to the car, 
where a striking blonde was now standing by the front 
fender. Sure doesn't look like a weirdo, Sharon thought, 
scanning the newcomer's long shapely legs and full 
outthrust tits, feeling instantly jealous, though she 
herself was a very attractive woman in her own right--
with an impressive mane of shocking red hair and a 
curvaceous body that was a knockout in the minuscule 
bikini she was wearing. She experienced a further pang 
of bitter jealousy a she watched the producer give the 
pretty blonde a welcoming hug.

So she fucks dogs, Sharon thought acidly. Big deal! 
Maybe that's old Sid Bailey's thing. He doesn't like 
fucking women-- he'd rather watch them get it on with an 
animal. Disgusting!

Affecting an offended haughtiness that would have been 
magnificently effective if there had been anyone there 
to watch, she walked through the house and out to the 
pool, where five or six tanned, pretty-looking men and 
women were lounging comfortably, soaking up the sun.

"We've got a new guest out front," Sharon announced 
grandly.

"Oh, yeah? Who is it?" a rather vacuous-looking young 
man asked eagerly.

"I'm not sure, but her credentials seem to be that she 
fucks dogs."

Sharon stretched herself out on a chaise lounge and 
closed her eyes, feigning sleep, satisfied that her 
little piece of gossip had had its intended effect.

 ***

Sharon got up early the next morning, contrary to her 
usual habit of sleeping until about eleven, then coming 
down to a lazy brunch. She was restless and frustrated. 
Little seemed to be going on at the house. Everyone was 
apparently waiting for the big party Saturday night.

Walking aimlessly out into the yard, the redhead's 
thoughts wandered to the pretty blonde newcomer. Angie, 
her name was. Sharon had to admit she seemed like a nice 
woman, someone she instinctively felt she would like to 
know better. But she was offended by the idea that such 
an apparently sane woman should actually enjoy getting 
fucked by dogs. The very idea gave Sharon a bad taste in 
her mouth, for despite her veneer of sophistication, she 
was actually fairly naive sexually. Although she was 
willing to sleep with a man for the sake of her career, 
she was normally very cagey with the opposite sex. She 
would lead them on, but often beg off when it got right 
down to the question: to fuck or not to fuck. In fact, 
overt sexuality made her downright nervous.

Sharon had wandered all the way down to the barn, which 
was actually a large artist's studio. Although Sharon's 
interest in art was slight, she decided to go in and 
have a look around, for something to do. As she 
approached the big double doors, she noticed they were 
already open a crack. Someone else had obviously had the 
same idea as her this morning. Listening carefully, 
Sharon could hear a strange moaning sound coming from 
inside, and instinctively she crept up to the doors on 
tiptoe and peeked inside.

The sight that greeted her made the redhead's eyes open 
wide with shock. Angie was kneeling on the wooden floor, 
stark naked, with Tim's dog mounted up behind her, 
furiously fucking into her softly yielding cunt!

Sharon's first instinct was to turn and run as far away 
from the degrading spectacle as her legs would carry 
her. Her second, deeper instinct was to remain hidden 
and watch, to find out what it was really like for a 
woman to get screwed by a dog.

What worried the young redhead, though, was that someone 
might come along and catch her in the embarrassing 
position of watching someone else's perversion. She 
couldn't bear to have anyone think she was a voyeur! 
Looking around, she spotted the ladder that led up to 
the loft.

Quietly, Sharon climbed up and entered the cozy little 
sleeping quarters high over the studio below. Creeping 
to the edge of the carpeted floor on hands and knees, 
Sharon looked down at Angie and the dog Jethro fucking, 
totally oblivious to their unseen audience.

Sharon had heard Sid mention that he had hired Angie to 
train Tim's dog for parties, but she'd thought the man 
was kidding. Now it seemed that he had been quite 
serious--either that or else Angie just didn't have the 
self-control to stay away from the dog, even on the 
first day of her stay at a new place.

Forsaking speculation on why it was happening, Sharon 
decided to concentrate on how. From her high vantage 
point, Angie's asscheeks appeared white and round, their 
flawless perfection marred by the bestial caress of the 
humping dog's front paws. He certainly is a big animal, 
Sharon thought as she strained to catch a glimpse of the 
slick red dog-cock that pumped so energetically in and 
out of the moaning blonde's cunt.

"Oh, yes, Jethro! Oh, yes, darling, you've really got 
the hang of it now!" Sharon heard Angie mewl into the 
watchful silence of the empty barn.

Despite herself the watching teenager felt a little pang 
of lust shoot through her neglected cunt as her sensual 
self responded to the animal cries of the other woman. 
It was horrible, what was happening, she reminded 
herself, but still her frustrated body responded with 
treacherous enthusiasm to the exciting fuck going on 
below.

Sharon could feel the moisture building up in the 
crotchband of her panties. Telling herself that she was 
just going to check to see how it felt, she quietly 
slipped down her panties and shorts, letting them fall 
to her knees, baring her rounded ass to the silent 
witness of the loft.

Gingerly she slipped a finger down over the tangled 
patch of her pussy hair and touched the tiny nub of her 
clitoris. The reaction was instantaneous, and it was all 
the young starlet could do to keep from crying aloud as 
her entire nervous system seemed to respond to the touch 
of her finger on her steadily hardening clitoris. 
Guiltily, Sharon looked around to make sure no one could 
see her. Then, feeling more secure, she turned her gaze 
back to the exciting fuck-show below, tracing her finger 
round and round the hard tip of her clit in time to 
Jethro's fuck-strokes up into the kneeling blonde's 
pussy.

It felt good, really good, Sharon had to admit, despite 
lingering pangs of shame at participating in such a lewd 
act-- watching another woman get screwed by a dog while 
she herself pulled down her pants and started finger-
fucking her twat. God, it was incredibly depraved, but 
it felt so good!

Resolving not to think about the moral aspects of what 
she was doing, Sharon let her finger slip farther back 
along, the hair-fringed slit of her cunt-mound until she 
encountered the soft little mouth to her wetly aroused 
pussy. The finger paused a moment, then, biting her 
lower lip, Sharon shoved the finger far up into the 
yielding recesses of her warm, moist cunt-hole. At once 
the redhead established a rhythmic fucking tempo into 
her own aching snatch to match the humping rhythm 
already established by the big dog. Now it was as though 
she herself were being fucked by that big beast, 
kneeling on the floor offering the animal full freedom 
of her hot cunt.

"Oh, God, Jethro baby, fuck me! Fuck me, boy!" Angie 
cried in a voice distorted by wanton lust and rampaging 
need.

Sharon suspected the older woman might well be on the 
brink of orgasm, and the obscene thought of having a dog 
come in her cunt drove the sexually innocent redhead to 
new heights of excitement, making her send a second 
finger up into her flaring cunt. She, too, wanted to 
moan aloud with lewd arousal, but she didn't dare utter 
a sound, biting her lip instead to keep her voice from 
betraying her.

Sharon was churning her tanned ass furiously as her 
fingers fucked rhythmically in and out of her aroused 
pussy. She tried to move her legs farther apart to give 
her fingers better access, but found that the panties 
and shorts around her knees hampered her movement. 
Impatiently she raised one leg and shook it free so her 
clothes hung limply on one knee. Then she spread her 
knees lewdly apart and shoved her fingers hungrily up 
into her wetly juicing cunt.

Suddenly Sharon was startled to feel a hand on her naked 
ass. At the same time another hand clamped down on her 
mouth. The girl experienced a shudder of horror. She 
tried to turn her head around to discover who was behind 
her, but the hand held her firmly. In a moment, though, 
she heard a voice she recognized. It was Sid Bailey.

"Hold on, baby. Just keep on watching like you were 
doing before, there's a good girl. That's it."

The older man could feel the tension in the girl's body 
relaxing as she again fixed her gaze on the fuck still 
in progress below.

"I'm not going to hurt you, honey. I just thought I 
might stick my prick up into that hot little pussy of 
yours. I'm sure it'll feel one hell of a lot better than 
a couple of fingers."

Though Sid's voice was a low whisper, Sharon could make 
out every horrifying word he said. Oh, God, he's going 
to fuck me now! she thought desperately, visions of a 
glorious career floating out the loft window. This 
wasn't how she wanted it to be. She'd had visions of 
dinner and champagne, a sophisticated seduction, sweet 
words whispered in her ear, promises of a spectacular 
career. Now here she was about to be fucked from behind 
in a loft while she was forced to watch a woman fucking 
a dog. It was just too humiliating.

Hot tears began to flow down the redhead's cheeks, as 
the full realization of what her incautious lust had led 
her to hit home. She gave up her struggles entirely, and 
looked reluctantly down at the woman and the dog, who 
were still fucking with a tireless zeal that once again 
struck Sharon as being grotesque and disgusting, rather 
than sexy and titillating.

Sharon lunged forward slightly as she felt the first 
dull pressure of Sid Bailey's cock at the helplessly 
exposed entrance to her cunt. She decided there was 
nothing she could do but let Bailey fuck her. Maybe, she 
reasoned, this sort of situation was the only thing that 
turned Bailey on. Maybe he would appreciate her more if 
she went along with his lewd scheme. After all, what 
choice did she have? she thought with a slight grimace 
of pain as his cock pushed more urgently at her pussy-
lips.

"Mmmmpphh!" she grunted aloud, but Sid quickly clamped 
his hand over her mouth to keep her from startling the 
lewdly fucking pair below.

"Feel good, baby?" he asked as he shoved his cock 
another inch up into her spontaneously resisting twat. 
He knew her snatch was wet and should be ready, but she 
was obviously so tense she was never going to relax and 
let both of them enjoy a screw unless he could get her 
back in the mood she had been in before he arrived.

"Look at that, Sharon honey," he instructed the 
reluctant redhead. "Boy, that girl sure does love that 
dog-cock, doesn't she? Can you imagine what a big 
slippery red dick like that must feel like up inside?"

As he spoke, he moved his hips in teasing little 
circles, insinuating his cock-tip slowly but surely up 
into the girl's gradually relaxing cunt-mouth.

Sid Bailey had been out for his usual early-morning 
stroll when he'd noticed Sharon's strange behavior 
outside the barn. He'd followed her up the ladder and 
been thoroughly delighted by the picture that greeted 
him when he got to the top. Her round little ass waving 
in the air while she diddled her pussy with her fingers 
had turned him on like he hadn't been turned on in 
weeks, and he'd immediately pulled out his cock and 
orchestrated his own lewd participation in this early-
morning sexual encounter. He knew Angie was fucking his 
brother's dog down below. He'd told her the barn would 
be a good place to practice with the dog, but he hadn't 
anticipated his own part in this orgiastic situation. 
He'd been planning to save the goodies for Saturday 
night's party. But why not get a little free fuck, now 
that he was in the mood? It excited him more now to feel 
that Sharon was actually responding to his unexpected 
penetration.

Despite her humiliation at her compromised position, the 
young redhead could indeed feel treacherous little 
tendrils of lust gaining control over her body. She was 
beginning to enjoy the satisfying stroking of Sid's 
blunt cock up into her hotly craving snatch, and she 
again focused her attention on Angie and the dog down 
below, wondering what it must feel like to be in Angie's 
position. Then she realized that she actually was in 
Angie's position, except she was being fucked by a man 
instead of a dog.

Almost instinctively, Sharon's lushly molded asscheeks 
began to churn and wriggle in uninhibited appreciation 
of the screwing that had now established a smooth, even 
rhythm in her tightly gripping little cunt. Sharon could 
tell that Sid's cock wasn't very big, because it didn't 
hurt at all. She often felt pain when she fucked--it 
seemed her twat was pretty tight. But Sid's cock was 
just right. It gave her nothing but good vibrations.

Sid could feel the redhead's body vibrating in hot 
response to his cock's steady fuck-motion. He closed his 
eyes and concentrated for a moment on the smooth, liquid 
feel of her tight young pussy, that fit his cock as 
snugly as a kid glove.

Man, what a cunt! Sid congratulated himself, surprised 
that he hadn't detected the potential in this little 
piece of ass before. But then Sid had trouble getting 
into sex a lot of the time. He was too nervous, too busy 
making deals. His thing was normally to throw a big orgy 
bash and turn on to watching other people making it. 
Today was the first time he'd actually fucked a woman in 
a month, and it was feeling damned good. So good he 
figured he was going to blow his load soon.

"Like honey, just like honey," he whispered loud enough 
for the kneeling redhead to hear, his mind awhirl with 
visions of fucking this up-tight little chick into new 
life while she turned on to the dog-fucking down below. 
Man, what a way to start the day!

All reservations about participating fully in this 
obscene little scenario had fled Sharon's mind now as 
she avidly thrust her hips back to meet the steady 
thrusting of the TV producer's filling cock. She watched 
the pointed red tip of the dog's enormous prick 
disappear with stunning regularity up into the receptive 
darkness of Angie's cunt. She began to feel lewd little 
stirrings in her own belly that told her perhaps it 
wouldn't be so bad to get fucked by a dog. After all, 
fucking felt good. It felt sooooo good!

For a moment the sensually aroused teenager closed her 
eyes and concentrated on the exciting little tingles 
shooting out from her hotly responding cunt. She felt 
the storm building deep, deep in her belly.

Oh, yes, I want to come! I want to come so bad! she told 
herself, driving her cunt back more and more 
energetically to meet Sid's furious humping.

"Oh, God, I'm coming!" she heard the older man moan, and 
Sharon felt her own heart sink with the bitter 
realization that she was not going to get to come, that 
he had made it before her.

Sid's weight as he collapsed forward in the energyless 
afterglow of orgasm forced Sharon to lie down flat on 
her belly. Chin resting on her hands, she watched 
enviously for a few moments as the big golden dog 
continued to fuck into the kneeling, crooning woman 
below. There was little doubt that Angie was going to 
get her orgasm... and soon.

"Was it good, baby? How did you like it?" she heard Sid 
ask in a strained whisper.

She bit her lower lip for a moment to hold back the fury 
of her frustration. At last she was able to speak. "Oh, 
yes, Mr. Bailey," she replied demurely, turning around 
as best she could to give the producer the benefit of 
her big green, innocent-looking eyes. "It was just 
wonderful... but I was so embarrassed, Mr. Bailey. I 
just didn't know what you'd think of me..."

"Don't you worry about what I think of you, baby," he 
told her as he knelt back on his heels and pulled up his 
fly. "I think you're prime cut, sweetheart."

For another moment it was an effort for Sharon to 
swallow her pride. "Thank you, sir," she said at last. 
"I'm glad you like me."

"Sure, I like you, kid. Now what say you and me go back 
to the house and get a little breakfast? Leave the lion-
tamer alone to do her work in peace," he added as they 
both listened to Angie's mewls still floating through 
the stillness of the barn.

Sharon giggled, then pulled on her panties and shorts 
and followed her host down the ladder. Angie's satisfied 
moans had faded from her attention now, her frustration 
forgotten in the renewed hope that her career might 
right at this very moment be in the making. She thanked 
her lucky stars that she decided to get up early this 
morning.


-= Chapter 7 =-

Angie was doing one of her favorite things--she was 
dancing. The Saturday-night party had begun slowly at 
about two or three in the afternoon when the first 
guests who weren't already staying at the ranch had 
begun to arrive and congregate around the pool for 
gossip and sun. It was now nearly eight, and she and Tim 
were grooving together to the raucous sounds of a very 
heavy rock group that Bailey had hired for the entire 
weekend.

This was undoubtedly the most sumptuous party Angie had 
ever been to. Out on the patio were long tables 
decorated with huge ornate ice sculptures and endless 
trays of crab, shrimp, lobster, oysters, and salmon. 
Pretty young waitresses in Playboy- bunny-type costumes 
pranced around with bottles of superb French champagne, 
seeing that no glass stayed empty for more than a 
moment. Angie was enjoying the champagne and the music 
and the powerful joint she and Tim had shared a short 
while ago behind an ivy-shrouded pillar in the garden.

Most of the people present were not Tim's, or Angie's, 
type. They were very sleek and modishly dressed, with 
personalities that came across like chipped ice. But 
they were pretty, and Angie was enjoying the novelty of 
dancing among such beautiful people, grooving on the 
stoned high that was floated around in her head. She 
felt daring and sexy, and she was enjoying dancing with 
Tim. He could really go, and it was a challenge to try 
to keep up with her youthful partner.

Angie realized that this party was supposed to be an 
orgy, but she hadn't seen any sign of it so far, other 
than the odd familiar pat on the ass between members of 
the same, or opposite sex. She herself had been giving 
Jethro lots of training in how to fuck and lick cunt, 
and she suspected that Sid Bailey planned to use the 
animal tonight, though she had no idea when or how.

Strange cat, she thought as she watched her host 
wandering among his guests, chatting and hugging and 
kissing, dressed in a floor-length toga of crushed 
purple velvet. She quickly forgot about Sid as Tim 
grabbed her and led her in a complicated dancing 
maneuver across the floor, laughing and jostling other 
couples. After another ten minutes or so, the band came 
to a halt and Sid Bailey mounted the stage and raised 
his arms majestically for his guests' attention.

"Ladies and gentlemen," he announced. "If you have 
gorged on our seafood, I think it is time for your 
dessert. May I present--" he turned dramatically to his 
left and extended an arm toward the adjoining room-- 
"Miss Dessert of 1975!"

Angie was captivated and mystified by what Bailey might 
be planning, but she giggled along with the rest of the 
guests as all looked expectantly towards the French 
doors that opened slowly. Into the room, moving with the 
regal majesty of a queen, came a beautifully made-up 
young woman that Angie recognized at once as Sharon 
Moore, the starlet.

Sharon's thick red hair hung in carefully curled 
ringlets to her shoulders. Her eyes were heavily 
decorated with mascara and a lustrous green eyeshadow. 
Her cheeks were very pink and her lips were red. She 
wore a tightly closed floor-length robe of shimmery 
silver-threaded cream. Her look and bearing was regal, 
yet demure.

Despite herself, Angie found something totally 
captivating and quite titillating about the rather 
garish appearance of the lovely young woman. She had 
almost forgotten Bailey's presence when he walked up to 
the girl and took her grandly by the hand, obviously 
intending to lead her back through the French doors.

Bailey turned to his guests and said, "If you will 
follow, please, ladies and gentlemen..."

By now the news that something was happening had lured 
all the guests onto the dance area, and they eagerly 
filed out after Bailey through corridors and across 
courtyards until they came to a large room that was 
starkly, totally white. In the middle of the room was a 
white-covered dais that was raised only about a foot off 
the floor.

Bailey helped Sharon remove her robe, and the rather 
nervous redhead stood before the crowd dressed only in 
one large shiny rhinestone that was inset in her navel. 
Bailey helped the young starlet lie down on the dais, 
where she lay rigid, her eyes staring fixedly at the 
ceiling.

Bailey addressed the assembly of curious guests. "Ladies 
and gentlemen, this young women has volunteered to be 
our main course tonight. First, though, she must be 
dressed for the occasion. Henri..." He gestured towards 
a small dark man dressed in a chef's uniform who had 
entered the room after everyone else.

"It's up to you now, Henri," Bailey said and stepped 
back a little to give the man room to work.

The man called Henri pulled from a satchel several tubes 
of decorator icing and began to work on the naked beauty 
who lay lush and nervous beneath him. Apparently 
oblivious to the sexual qualities of his subject, Henri 
worked calmly and expertly, creating pink rosebuds 
around the fringe of Sharon's thick red pussy hair, 
drawing curlicues around the full rounded outline of her 
tits, making a multicolored sunburst of her navel and 
belly. Even the lobe of each ear was cleared of ringlets 
to make room for an icing earring.

Angie was so wrapped up in what was happening in the 
center of the room that for a moment she did not realize 
the other guests were quietly removing their clothes 
while Henri worked. A couple of bunny waitresses were 
working unobtrusively gathering up clothes and clearing 
them from the room.

Angie looked anxiously at Tim, and saw that the youth, 
too, was now naked, so, not wanting to be conspicuous, 
Angie took off her clothes. Only Sid Bailey and the chef 
were still dressed when the last of the clothes had been 
removed from the room. In another moment, Henri had 
finished his task, and he left the room, closing the 
door behind him.

Bailey stood over Sharon and gestured down to her. "She 
is ready," was all he said.

The guests encircled the obviously apprehensive woman, 
either too shy or too polite to want to take first turn 
at removing the colorfully arrayed pattern that covered 
the girl's skin. At last a man and a woman on either 
side of her dropped to each tit and began licking at the 
rosebuds that topped her pertly upthrust nipples.

 ***

Sharon had been a mass of nerves ever since Sid summoned 
her into the music room. She felt horribly vulnerable 
now, lying here on the dais, decorated with icing like 
some weird Kewpie doll. She was beginning to wonder if 
her anything-for-my-career policy was really worth it.

When Bailey had offered the chance to be the center of 
attention at his Saturday-night orgy, Sharon had 
accepted at once, without giving any serious 
consideration to what it might all come down to in the 
end. She wanted Sid Bailey to like her and remember her, 
that was all she knew. She wanted her name to be on the 
tip of his tongue next time he was looking for a good-
looking young redhead for a leading part in one of his 
TV shows.

But as Saturday had worn on, Sharon's nerve had 
gradually given out. Now as the man and woman began 
licking her shamelessly exposed tits, she seriously 
wondered just what a well-brought-up young farm girl was 
doing in an incredible, perverse situation like this.

Sharon closed her eyes so as not to have to face the 
leering stares of the guests who had clustered around to 
drink in her lewdly arrayed body and to watch their 
fellows nibble at her appetizing decoration.

Closing her eyes, however, only helped her concentrate 
more fully on the avid licking that was titillating her 
pertly upthrust little nipples into taut, excited 
hardness. The tongues felt awfully good, Sharon 
realized, as they swirled and lapped at her sensitive 
nipples, then traced exciting wet little patterns out 
over the lush, rounded surfaces of her jugs.

Despite herself, the voluptuous redhead began to churn 
her shapely body slightly in unconscious response to the 
insistent titillation at her tits. There was a silence 
of indrawn breath in the stark white room as the guests 
realized that the real party had begun, that their iced 
offering was beginning to respond to her preposterous 
orgiastic situation, vulnerable prey to the attentive 
eyes, tongues, genitals and what-not of some thirty-odd 
horny people.

Angie herself was beginning to feel very excited by the 
sight of this gorgeous young teenager lying naked and 
defenseless on the dais, responding seemingly in spite 
of herself to the greedy lickings of her expertly tit-
lapping tormentors.

Angie felt a warm surge of compassion for the pretty 
redhead, who seemed so haughty, but who, Angie 
suspected, was just a scared kid trying to make her 
lonely way in the world. She liked the girl, and at the 
moment she also lusted after her. She suddenly realized 
that it had been a solid week since she'd enjoyed making 
love with Sally, and she knew that, despite Jethro's 
wonderful fucking, she missed the special joys of 
lesbian love.

So the sensual blonde was quite ready to play along when 
Sid Bailey came up behind her and whispered in her ear: 
"Why don't you lick her pussy, Angie honey? Don't you 
like rosebuds, mmm? Good for you."

Angie turned around and looked at her host's stoned 
excited grin, and felt an automatic little surge of 
perverted lust. Yes, she thought, it'd be fun to go down 
on another woman in front of all these people. It was 
the kind of turn-on she'd never dreamed of acting out 
for real, but the exotic, fantasy-world atmosphere in 
the room made her feel ready for anything.

Carefully, Angie arranged herself between the redhead's 
long shapely legs, spreading them far apart to give 
herself room to work. Then she bent forward, nibbling 
hungrily at the delicate little rosebuds that framed the 
wiry bush of Sharon's fire-engine-red beaver.

Gradually, ever so gradually, as her wanton excitement 
increased and her taste for sweet icing paled, Angie 
worked her tongue farther down through the tangled wiry 
muff to where the saucy little bud of Sharon's pink clit 
poked through the protective patch of pussy fur. Angie 
was becoming thoroughly turned on by what she was doing 
now, and she thrust her tongue out swiftly and hungrily 
to search out the moist, blood-engorged tip of the 
redhead's clitoris.

"Mmmmm!" Angie moaned as her mouth closed over Sharon's 
vulnerably exposed clitoral nub.

"Mmmm!" Sharon responded despite herself as she felt a 
tongue work down to her sensitive pussy-furrow and stab 
deliciously at her passion-trigger. She felt a sudden 
desire to know just who was dealing such gentle, liquid 
pleasure to her exposed clitoris, and she raised her 
head slightly to look down over her icing-dabbled belly, 
between the two heads that labored over her tits, to 
recognize the pretty blonde Angie whom she'd watched 
fuck a dog the other morning.

Sharon felt a quick surge of affection for the lovely 
visitor, realizing that it made her feel more secure 
somehow to know that the experienced blonde was helping 
her through this difficult situation, was treating her 
defenseless cunt so gently and so well.

"That's nice, Angie," she murmured softly, then let her 
head fall back on the dais, closing her eyes to once 
again let the pure brunt of sensation rove over her 
sensitively aroused nerve-endings. She was beginning to 
feel less inhibited now. This was perhaps going to turn 
out to be fun after all. And she felt that she had a 
friend on her side now, which was a comforting feeling 
to the often lonely young girl.

Angie heard the pretty redhead compliment her on her 
muff-diving, and the idea that the girl actually knew 
who was licking her clit and had taken the trouble to 
let her know that she enjoyed what Angie was doing to 
her, made the sensuous blonde work even more eagerly to 
bring increasing liquid pleasure to the pretty little 
pussy before her.

Anxious now to put on a memorable show for her silent 
audience, and to please her lovely victim, Angie put 
total effort into swirling her tongue moistly around and 
around the hard button of Sharon's clit, worrying the 
little nub with taunting liquid strokes. In time she let 
her tongue move farther down between the hair-fringed 
flanges of Sharon's wetly glistening gash. She drew back 
a moment to drink in the vulnerable beauty of Sharon's 
moist pink cunt-flesh, then sank her head far in between 
the starlet's legs and shoved her tongue as far as it 
would go up into the dilating mouth of her obviously 
craving snatch.

"Oh, God!" Sharon moaned aloud, beginning to lose her 
earlier sense of shame and humiliation in the erotic 
onslaught of her many lovers' delightful tonguing. It 
was Angie's tongue shooting up into her hungry cunt, 
though, that helped the now squirming redhead cast off 
her last self-doubts and begin to respond to her lewdly 
depraved situation wholeheartedly.

"Ooooh, ahhh!" she mewled between parched lips that she 
ran her tongue wetly over to soothe, even as she felt 
another mouth beginning to nibble at her sunburst navel. 
No sooner had Sharon's tongue ceased moistening her lips 
than another pair of lips closed over her own and locked 
with her in a lustful soul-kiss.

The redhead was now losing count of how many mouths were 
tonguing her turned-on body. All she knew was that she 
had never felt so alive, so totally responsive to the 
limitless pleasures of the flesh. Reveling in her 
newfound sensual freedom, she wrapped her hands in two 
of her lovers' hair and helped their mouths search out 
her responding nerve-endings by exerting gentle 
pressure, forcing them down into her. As her hands 
moved, her hips began a more abandoned up-thrusting 
motion to meet Angie's tonguing up her drooling cunt.

Angie was thoroughly delighted by her new friend's 
quickening response to this unreal erotic situation 
they'd all now become thoroughly engrossed in. She could 
feel a hand from somewhere on her own ass as she worked 
attentively between Sharon's hot, wet cunt-lips, 
shooting her tongue as far as it would go into the slick 
hole of the starlet's craving pussy, churning her own 
butt back to meet the hand that was stroking over it so 
demandingly.

The blonde realized suddenly that she was ready for 
anything tonight, that she would welcome anything that 
anyone wanted to do to her. She was being turned on by 
this amazing orgy as she'd never been turned on before, 
and that was going some, she realized with a little 
smirk of smug satisfaction. She hunched her hips more 
and more wantonly, hoping that someone might take the 
hint that her steadily moistening cunt could do with a 
little caressing.

Suddenly, though, much to her disappointment, she felt a 
hand pushing her aside from her snug position between 
Sharon's legs. She looked up impatiently to see that it 
was Sid Bailey who was pushing her, and that at his side 
stood Jethro, the big golden half-breed mongrel, her 
lover of the last few days.

"Let's let old Jethro have a go at some cunt-lapping, 
shall we, Angie?" Sid whispered in her ear. "Why don't 
you show the dog where to look for the goodies, eh?"

The pretty blonde was a little sorry to have to stop 
tonguing the redhead's musky-tasting cunt, but she was 
newly aroused by the titillating idea of helping the 
less experienced woman savor the pleasures of dog-
tongue.

She positioned Jethro between Sharon's legs, and led his 
nose to the hair-bordered slit before him. The dog 
needed little encouragement, once his senses had 
detected the aroma of hot, seeping cunt-juice. At once 
his long pink tongue darted out to lick wetly up the 
whole length of Sharon's open, puffy gash.

"Aaaaagghhh!" the pinioned redhead moaned as she 
responded to the lapping at her craving pussy-furrow. 
She'd been disappointed when she realized Angie's tongue 
was deserting her twat, but had felt confident that it 
would be replaced by another. Now she was curious to 
find out just who could have such a long and oddly rough 
tongue.

Suddenly the light dawned as her ears registered an 
eager little yelp of excitement that was definitely not 
human. The dog! They'd brought in the dog to lap at her 
unprotected pussy!

"No, no, not that!" she moaned in protest as she tried 
in vain to wriggle away from the suddenly intolerable 
situation. It hadn't occurred to her that the dog would 
be brought into the act, but now she realized that 
Bailey had probably been planning this lewd little 
episode all along. Now here she was being humiliated in 
front of some of the biggest names on the coast, lying 
pinned down by numerous lapping bodies while a huge dog 
licked at her cunt! God, she'd never live it down!

Opening her eyes in mute entreaty, unable to speak 
because of a new pair of lips that had melded wetly with 
hers, she looked about her in search of an understanding 
face that might realize her humiliation and help her get 
out of there. But all she saw were dazed-looking faces, 
heavy with lust, and bodies strangely co-mingled, 
lapping and groping at one another while they watched 
the exciting spectacle before them. Obviously everyone 
was incredibly turned on by the idea of watching her get 
licked by a dog, and only too eager to watch the further 
progress of her continuing degradation.

Suddenly a familiar face loomed over her, a face that 
looked kind and understanding, sensitive. She realized 
vaguely that it was Sid's brother Tim and dared to hope 
that this might be the ticket to her salvation. The 
handsome youth gently pushed aside the woman who had 
been kissing Sharon's lips and moved in closer. Sharon 
smiled up at the boy, entreating him to do something for 
her.

Tim did something for her, but it was not in the least 
what Sharon had been looking for. He thrust his rigidly 
erect cock between her full, parted lips and began a 
slow pumping motion far into the back of her throat. 
Overwhelmed with despair, the starlet began sucking his 
prick with mechanical resignation, only too aware that 
that big dog was still licking wetly up and down the 
defenseless slit of her naked pussy.

Totally inexperienced in anything quite so uninhibited 
as a group orgy, Tim had watched a little hesitantly 
from the sidelines for a while as men and women all 
around him gradually became involved in the writhing 
pile of lust that had grown on the white carpeted floor. 
At last, he'd begun to feel comfortable in his 
excitingly promiscuous environment, and had turned on to 
watching Angie licking and prodding at the redhead's 
widespread cunt-furrow. More and more he'd warmed up to 
the idea of finding a place for himself in the confused 
morass of flesh, and he'd seized upon an idea when the 
dog was brought in. It was just like the other morning 
in the woods with Angie! Jeez, it had felt good to have 
a woman suck his cock while she got fucked by a dog!

Tim decided it would be fun to help initiate this brazen 
young starlet into the same situation. His cock had been 
almost painful, it was so hard, and it now felt 
incredibly arousing to saw it in and out of this pretty 
young stranger's red ovaled mouth. He looked down at her 
face and was surprised at the vulnerable beauty he read 
there.

When he'd first met this girl, he'd written her off as 
just another of the ambitious young groupies who 
gathered around his brother by the carload. Now, though, 
he realized that this girl was younger and more innocent 
than he'd thought. She actually seemed to be a little 
frightened at what was happening to her. She was licking 
and sucking his cock with the absentminded fervor of a 
nervous baby listening to a thunderstorm. He suddenly 
felt incredibly tender toward this lost young creature, 
and he ran his hand soothingly through her mass of red 
ringlets as his cock continued to pump rhythmically up 
between her lips.

"It feels really good, baby," he said in a half-whisper 
that curiously mingled lust and tenderness. "I want you 
to dig it, too. You're really beautiful, you know that?"

The stoned Tim was becoming thoroughly engrossed in his 
own private fantasy of sawing his cock into the pinioned 
face of this lovely young starlet, of making love to a 
near stranger in this rather animalistic way, yet still 
really caring for her. Of feeling this intense rush of 
excitement at sharing something really unusual and 
really special with a beautiful woman he might never see 
again, yet he was sure he would never forget.

A few tears had rushed to Sharon's eyes as Tim's words 
registered on her sense-distorted brain. Once again she 
felt she was making contact with someone special, 
someone she could really care about. Angie might have 
deserted her cunt to a... dog, but Tim was still here. 
And Tim was a beautiful boy...

She began to suck the youth's cock with an aroused 
eagerness that signaled her subtle reentry into the 
momentarily abandoned world of pure lust. So the dog was 
licking her cunt. That didn't really matter. It wasn't 
bad, like she'd thought at first. Everyone here was tied 
together in a strange kind of sensual bond, and whatever 
they did together was strictly for the stark witness of 
this room. She understood now. She was in fantasyland, 
and tomorrow when she woke up, it would all be over, but 
for the moment every erotic dream she'd ever cared to 
dream could be hers.

Angie was kneeling excitedly by Jethro's side, stroking 
the friendly brute as he licked his long wet tongue 
hungrily over the exposed expanse of Sharon's rosy gash. 
She realized the young redhead had been horrified at 
first by what was happening to her, and Angie considered 
it a natural enough reaction to a new and somewhat 
forbidden experience.

She was excited now, though, to watch the subtle little 
wiggles of the other woman's hips as she gradually began 
to respond to Jethro's dynamite dog-tongue. Angie 
herself felt cunt-juice seeping wetly from her own 
neglected snatch, and she absently began to run a hand 
over her belly and down into the silky-soft curls of her 
blonde beaver. She envied Sharon her experience with 
Jethro's tongue and began to feel she might try to steal 
the dog away for a few minutes to satisfy the maddening 
lust nibbling at her own craving cunt.

Angie tickled gently at the rigid nub of her own 
clitoris as she gazed at the confused assembly of heads 
licking and tonguing Sharon's tits and belly. When she 
spotted Tim sawing his cock smoothly and rhythmically 
between the other woman's eagerly pursed lips, she felt 
a slight pang of jealousy. It was exciting, though, to 
watch another woman, one whose cunt she herself had been 
licking, making love to two of her own favorite males.

Once again Angie found herself experiencing a desire for 
the handsome Tim, of considering what it would be like 
to again let herself be fucked by a human male.

Her fingers moving relentlessly around the blood-swollen 
head of her own clitoris, Angie stared through lust-
dazed eyes as Tim's thick hard young cock sawed evenly 
in and out of Sharon's welcoming lips. Angie watched 
with rapt attention as the younger woman darted her 
tongue out from time to time to tease at the heavy vein 
that ran down the underside of Tim's prick. Then the 
blonde's eyes wandered down over the well-coiffed heads 
that worried Sharon's tits and dabbed enticingly at her 
belly, which was now licked clean of icing. Even the 
rhinestone had disappeared, and Angie couldn't help 
wondering with a giggle if someone had eaten that, too.

Her gaze carried on down to where Jethro's big gold head 
labored tirelessly between the redhead's eagerly splayed 
thighs. With vicarious lust Angie shoved a finger far up 
into her itching cunt-hole as she watched the dog's 
gifted tongue lapping the other girl's gash.

"Oooohhh!" Sharon moaned around the thick, hard-driving 
cock in her mouth as her entire being again became 
thoroughly consumed by lust. She felt like queen of the 
world as her tits, belly, and cunt all responded to the 
tender caresses of various strangers' hands and mouths.

The young girl felt she was actually losing a lot of her 
old inhibitions, and she was glad now that Sid Bailey 
had chosen her to be the center of attention tonight. 
Whether it got her a starring role or not, Sharon Moore 
had never known such sensual awakening in her entire 
young life. Now she realized there were some things at 
least as, if not more, important than landing a major 
role. She looked forward with eager anticipation to 
sampling more new thrills.

Angie looked around her at the variously coupled groups 
in the large, plush room, and realized that many of the 
guests had abandoned their vigil at Sharon's side to 
become involved in mini-orgies of their own. She could 
see Sid Bailey, over in a corner, still wearing his toga 
but now drawn up over his hips as a voluptuous young 
starlet sucked and teased at his hard stubby dick. As 
she watched, though, Bailey seemed to lose interest in 
the girl's cock-sucking endeavors and he rose to his 
feet and strolled over to the eagerly laboring group 
still clustered around Sharon. He watched for a moment, 
apparently excited by what he saw, then he smiled over 
at Angie and walked down to where the promiscuous blonde 
was kneeling with a finger shoved far up into her pussy.

"Having a good time, Angie?" he asked facetiously. Then, 
turning to Sharon and her admirers, he said in a loud 
voice, "I think it's time for the main event, don't 
you?"

When the others looked up to see what he meant, he 
gestured for them to turn Sharon over while he pulled 
the dog back from her glistening wet cunt.

"Get her up on hands and knees," he ordered, then 
indicated to Angie that she should help the dog mount 
the inexperienced young redhead.

Pulling her slick finger a little abashedly from her 
cunt-hole, Angie moved forward on her knees and patted 
the redhead's upturned asscheeks. "Come on, Jethro," she 
cooed to the waiting dog. "Up, boy, up."

Sharon had become immediately apprehensive when she'd 
felt her body being pried apart from its comfortable 
sensual involvement and now poised on hands and knees 
like a bitch dog. She realized through a smoky haze of 
lust-dimmed confusion that this was it. Bailey was going 
to have the dog fuck her.

She felt a shiver of half-fear, half-excitement as she 
felt the big animal's paws clutch her hips, but was 
immediately soothed to feel Tim's cock reentering her 
mouth and reestablishing its steady in-out stroking 
motion. Well, she'd decided she wanted to experience 
more of this new sensuality and she was going to get it 
now. She was going to be fucked by a dog, right here in 
a well-lighted room full of people. An involuntary 
shudder of revulsion took possession of her whole 
vulnerably poised young body, and she broke away from 
Tim's cock long enough to speak.

"Angie!" the victimized redhead cried, automatically 
feeling a need to know that the experienced older woman 
was there, that she would help her handle this perverse 
encounter.

"Sssshhhh, don't worry, darling," the blonde soothed the 
timid girl, immediately sympathizing with her fear and 
confusion, remembering how apprehensive she herself had 
felt the first time Sally encouraged her to fuck Saxon. 
And that time there had been just the three of them 
alone. She hadn't been expected to perform in a whole 
roomful of jaded strangers.

Though she felt pity for Sharon's plight, at the same 
time Angie felt an incredible tingle of excitement as 
she guided Jethro's slick red cock towards the 
vulnerable target of Sharon's upturned cunt-mouth.

"I'm here, Sharon. I'll help you. I promise Jethro's 
cock will feel better than anything you've ever known."

Sharon's uncontrollable trembling abated somewhat as the 
older woman's soothing words registered on her lust-
distorted mind. Again she sucked dutifully on Tim's 
cock, and her blow-job took on a new, more abandoned 
intensity as she felt the dog's cock-tip prodding at her 
drooling gash. She could feel Angie's arm brushing 
against her thigh as she guided the dick up into the 
place against her cunt-mouth. She even felt a perverse 
little thrill now that she was actually going to let a 
dog fuck her.

"Arrrgggghhhhhh!" the redhead moaned suddenly, trying to 
pull her mouth away from Tim's tireless cock but unable 
to escape his relentless skewering.

Jethro's hard, tapered prick had rammed several inches 
right up into her convulsively clutching pussy, and the 
pressure of his huge cock up inside her tight hole made 
the young redhead feel like her cunt was being torn in 
two.

Sharon tried to wriggle her butt forward, away from the 
dog's jabbing prick, away from the pain that was soaring 
so excruciatingly through her tense body. She felt hot 
tears come to her eyes as unseen hands held her in 
place, forced her to take more of the brutal dog-cock. 
Even Tim was holding her hair firmly, forcing her to 
keep sucking his throbbing rod while her body ached for 
freedom, unable to feel anything but raw pain and 
humiliation.

Reality now struck home with a thud, now that the 
pleasure had given way to this horrible pain. Here she 
was kneeling on the floor in this weird man's house, 
being forced to fuck a dog while uncounted pairs of eyes 
watched her and turned on to her heartless degradation. 
Even Angie had betrayed her. She'd said getting screwed 
by Jethro would feel good, better than anything she'd 
ever known before. The truth was that she'd never in her 
life felt such terrible pain.

Angie was kneeling forward on her own hands and knees to 
get a better view of Jethro's well-developed cock 
ramming its way up into the grunting starlet's 
unyielding cunt-hole. Angie realized it must be hurting 
Sharon quite a lot at the moment, but she knew the pain 
would fade, would give way to unspeakable pleasure. In 
the meantime she was getting uncontrollably excited by 
the sight of the dog's slick red prick pummeling the 
defenseless younger woman's upturned twat with such 
unrelenting vigor.

Even as she continued her preoccupation with the 
tantalizing scene going on before her, Angie felt a pair 
of hands grasping her own asscheeks and a firm pressure 
up against the moist mouth of her own craving cunt. She 
realized one of the other men at the party was about to 
fuck her, and she found herself eager to feel a long, 
thick human cock drubbing her hungry pussy while she 
watched Jethro screw the protesting Sharon.

"Uuuuhhhh!" she moaned in animal appreciation as the 
blood-swollen tool invaded her snatch, sliding smoothly 
up into her steadily dilating cunt-hole with each, 
tentative short stroke until it was buried balls deep in 
her quim.

"Oh, yes! Fuck me, whoever you are!" she found herself 
saying, and was for a moment slightly shocked at her own 
wanton words, sounding like a common whore to whom the 
identity of her lovers means nothing. But the stranger's 
prick felt wonderful, and the very impersonal nature of 
her participation in this weird orgiastic drama was 
indeed half the excitement.

Sharon heard Angie's lusty mewl through the confused 
daze of her own pain and degradation, and the sound 
brought her senses back to thoughts of pleasure, 
reminding her that what was happening to her was not 
intended to be punishment. To be screwed hard and 
thoroughly was few women's idea of being put on the 
rack. She realized with vague surprise that Jethro's 
cock working its way in and out of her steadily 
expanding cunt-canal was actually beginning to feel 
good. Amazingly good, in fact.

Reassured by the knowledge that Angie's prediction of 
indescribable pleasure was actually coming true, she 
began to make a few timid undulations of her hips back 
towards the tirelessly humping animal, testing the best 
way to get most advantage of his hard-thrusting prick.

Sharon realized that she had never been this filled up 
before in her life. Always before she could get herself 
to the point where she was enjoying the benefits of a 
thick dick, she had let herself be stymied by the pain, 
and had begged off. But now that she had been forced to 
put up with the first few minutes of pain, she found 
that she could take all the cock Jethro was dishing out 
with relative ease. And she liked it. In fact she loved 
it.

"Oh, yes, darling, fuck me! Fuck me, you beautiful big 
dog!"

She had finally broken away from Tim's cock long enough 
to declare her lust. Then, making a few taunting licks 
at the swollen mushroom head of the youth's prick, she 
opened her mouth wide to swallow the entire blood-
engorged dong with eager hunger.

So good, so good! she thought dementedly to herself, 
first drinking in the titillating effects of that hard, 
relentless cock skewering up into her quivering cunt, 
then concentrating on the lovely dick impaling her 
willing mouth. Sharon Moore was convinced she had just 
arrived in heaven.

Tim Bailey was finding his part in the lusty scenario 
even more arousing than the three-way orgy with Angie 
and Jethro in the woods. This time it was a rather 
innocent young woman his own age who was sucking his 
dick and taking his dog's hard prick up in her pussy, 
not a seasoned veteran of cock-sucking and dog-fucking.

Tim was thoroughly excited by watching the progress of 
the lovely redhead's conversion to total sensuality, 
wildly stimulated by her fumbling lapping and sucking at 
his steadily bloating prick. Gazing around him, Tim was 
further stimulated by the sight of a whole roomful of 
people engrossed in a weird daisy-chain of fucking and 
sucking and kissing and hugging.

The youth looked over to where his brother was standing, 
jacking off and watching Sharon squirming wantonly under 
the thrusting pricks of man and beast. Tim felt a surge 
of affection for the older man, who, he realized, was 
forced into this wild search for pleasure by his own 
rather limited sexual responses.

Angie was flying high on a peak of total sensual bliss. 
She realized it had been unrealistic of her to try to 
shut herself off from one perfectly normal and 
thoroughly satisfying sexual outlet. To banish men from 
her life had been a mistake. She saw that now. All she 
had to do was find swingers, the kind of guys who could 
enjoy sex--all kinds of sex--for its own sake. Like she 
did.

For a moment Angie closed her eyes tight and reveled in 
the tingling sensations soaring through her entire 
lustful being. That prick fucking so tirelessly up 
between her welcoming pussy-lips felt like nothing she 
had known in some time. His stroke was more rhythmic, 
more sensitive to her own responses than a dog could 
ever be, and she delighted in the cock's thick, filling 
energy.

For a moment, it even ceased movement altogether. Angie 
thought she would go mad with anticipation as her eyes 
again flew open to watch the dog-cock fucking furiously 
into Sharon's defenseless snatch, while every fiber of 
her being waited for that anonymous dick in her own 
pussy to resume its awesome thrusting.

At last the stranger's cock again drove far up into her 
greedy pussy-sheath and Angie thrust her head up with 
sheer happiness, smiling broadly as she again quivered 
to the tune of a fine fierce fucking.

"Oh, put the prick to me, baby! You fuck me so good!" 
she cried wantonly.

Sharon was now beyond logic. She didn't see herself as 
the sacrificial victim of this entire evening's lewd 
entertainment, kneeling on a raised dais in the middle 
of an eerie white room fucking a dog and sucking a man's 
cock, and, from time to time, feeling identityless hands 
running over her back and round, upthrust buttcheeks. 
She was the high priestess of lust tonight. And she was 
loving every minute of it!

If Sharon could have smiled, there would have been a 
grin broad as her whole face written all over her right 
now. She could feel tantalizing little darts of passion 
assaulting her naked body from the tips of her curled 
toes all the way up to her tingling earlobes. Though her 
experience in such matters was small, she realized she 
was about to undergo an orgasm the likes of which she 
had never known before. The steady drumming of Jethro's 
long thick cock was driving her to it. The hard, filling 
girth of Tim's prick in her mouth was calling her to it, 
as she licked and swirled her tongue around the slickly 
sawing shaft.

Tim knew he had never been so excited in his life. He 
didn't think he could hold on much longer against 
Sharon's talented tongue on his rock-hard tool. He had 
enjoyed watching the lovely redhead progress from 
reluctant self-sacrifice to eager, robust sensuality in 
the span of a few hedonistic hours. The way her ass was 
shoving back to greet the staccato fuck-thrusts of 
Jethro's turgid dog-cock indicated her 100-percent 
participation. She was enjoying fucking and sucking at 
least as much as the more experienced Angie had the 
other morning, and she had come upon her sensual 
awakening all in one grand-slam occasion.

"Wow, baby, you are really something else!" Tim groaned, 
and his cock suddenly began to shoot out its heavy load 
of thick white jizz, blasting the fiery jets far into 
the back of the redhead's throat.

"Oh, baby! Oh, baby!" he groaned again and again, 
reveling in the knowledge that he was the first to 
release his load into her hungering depths.

Eager to absorb every last drop of the young Tim's 
bitter-sweet load of spunk, Sharon gulped at the 
exploding knob of his incredibly swollen rod, at the 
same time thrusting her butt back to receive the dog's 
orgasm that her intensified movement seemed to have 
triggered at the same moment. Now she was being filled 
from both ends with her darling lovers' fuck-juice, and 
the knowledge drove her over the peak of wanton 
excitement to a never-never land of mind-bending bliss.

"MMmmm!" she moaned greedily around Tim's slowly 
deflating cock, her belly, her tits, her whole aroused 
being floating in the maddening euphoria of total 
release.

Just watching the lovely redhead get it off sparked 
Angie's orgasm, and she howled into the relative quiet 
of the lust-filled room.

"Oh, God! I'm coming! COOMMIINNGG!!"

As her belly quivered and churned with its incredible 
orgasm, she could feel the cock inside her cunt expand 
and finally explode with a hot load of thick jizz.

There were tears of happiness in Angie's eyes as she 
realized the extent of the incredible orgasm the five of 
them had enjoyed almost simultaneously. It was as though 
a subtle spell of magic had enveloped the room, 
absorbing everyone inside in its incredible power. From 
other parts of the room she could hear other men and 
women shrieking as they came, and she reveled in the 
total sensuality that had invaded all their lives on 
this strange Saturday night.

She looked over to where Sid Bailey had been pumping his 
own cock so energetically to see that he, too, was now 
getting his release, shooting a shower of white spunk 
over Tim and Sharon's heads, his face distorted by a 
rigid mask of culminating lust.

Though Angie had felt in the moments of her overwhelming 
orgasm that she was spent for the night, that she 
couldn't possibly summon up the energy to fuck and suck 
any more, within minutes she was being maneuvered onto 
her back, and another cock was sliding far up into her 
wet, welcoming cunt. She opened her eyes to find herself 
staring into the handsome face of one of TV's most 
prominent stars.

She grinned and murmured, "Hi, good-looking," before 
closing her eyes and letting herself drift off on 
another voyage of pure pleasure, one of several she was 
to enjoy that night.

Vaguely she was aware of the bustle of activity around 
her as several lovely young women competed for the 
chance to be next to fuck the big, gold-colored dog. 
Angie realized dimly she would not get her chance to 
screw Jethro tonight, but the thought didn't bother her 
at all.

Tonight she wanted men, men and more men.


-= Chapter 8 =-

Sunday morning dawned bright and clear, but there was 
little activity around Sid's Arizona ranchhouse until 
the sun was almost directly overhead.

Contrary to her usual rise-and-shine habits, Angie was 
one of the last to emerge from her room and stroll out 
onto the pool deck. She felt incredibly calm and 
complacently sensual this morning. The previous night's 
orgy had loosened her up completely. No longer did she 
harbor a vague bitterness against Sally for the fuck 
she'd interrupted the previous week. Now her only regret 
was that the lovely brunette wasn't there to enjoy pure 
uninhibited sensuality in the luxurious surroundings of 
Sid's Spanish-style ranchhouse.

She felt that today would be a good time to head back 
home and make up with her pretty girlfriend, and have a 
nice, long fuck-session with Sally and Saxon. Even now, 
with her entire body apparently sated from last night's 
endless sex, she felt a little tingle of arousal in her 
cunt as she contemplated the erotic time the three of 
them would have together. She even felt there was now a 
thing or two she could teach Sally about sex.

Feeling too antsy to just lie beside the pool, Angie 
decided to go for a walk. First, though, she walked over 
to where Sharon and Tim were stretched out side by side, 
arms lying casually over one another's backs. They 
looked like typical young lovers in their passive mood 
of quiet intimacy. No one who hadn't seen for himself 
would guess the lascivious activities they had 
participated in last night.

"Hi, you two," she greeted them, prodding their feet 
playfully with her toes.

The couple rolled lazily over onto their backs and 
smiled up at Angie.

"Good morning," Sharon murmured with the hushed 
sensuality of a well-fed cat. "Did you enjoy yourself 
last night?"

"Words fail me, my dear," Angie giggled, dropping onto 
her knees between the handsome twosome and giving them 
both a big hug. "You sure are nice people," she said. 
"And I sure am glad I'm the kind of girl who picks up 
strangers and fucks their dogs."

"It was beautiful last night, Angie, it really was. 
You're an amazing woman. I really enjoyed fucking you, 
too," Tim added mischievously.

"Did you fuck me?" Angie asked in surprise, and then 
laughed.

"Sure did, but you were so far gone by then, you were 
riding one long orgasm. I don't think you even noticed 
when one shift climbed off and the relief man got on."

"Wow, that's why I feel so good this morning. Fulfilled 
another one of my fantasies without even realizing it. 
Something down here must have registered though," she 
remarked lewdly, stroking a hand gently over her shorts-
covered crotch. "It sure feels good." Giving each of the 
handsome teenagers a quick kiss, she rose to her feet. 
"I'm going for a little walk. To get myself together, as 
they say. See you later."

Waving gaily at the group around poolside, she went 
through the fence gate and headed out across the yard, 
following a route in the general direction of the art 
barn.

Angie felt too full of exuberant energy to be satisfied 
with just walking, so she broke into a playful little 
run, a kind of childlike hippity-hop. Without 
consciously having any idea of where she was going or 
what she intended to do, she went directly to the barn.

While I'm here, I may as well drop in and say hello to 
Jethro, she thought, realizing suddenly that she was 
anxious to see the dog again. She had missed getting 
fucked by him last night, and now seemed like as good a 
time as any to make up for that oversight.

You really are a horny broad, she scolded herself 
playfully, in fact amazed that she could actually think 
about more sex after last night's orgy. It really seemed 
that the more she got, the more she wanted.

Jethro's quarters were a well-cushioned stall in one 
corner of the barn. Angie was disappointed to discover 
that the animal was not where she expected to find him. 
She headed back out through the open door, only to spot 
the huge golden dog bounding across the mesquite in her 
direction, his ears flapping in the breeze as he barked 
in greeting.

"Hi, Jethro. Here, boy!" Angie called the handsome dog, 
collapsing in a fit of giggles when Jethro raised both 
paws to her shoulders and smothered her face with wet 
generous kisses. "Hey, hey, hold it, fella! Wow, you 
sure are excitable today. Last night did great things 
for your disposition, too, I see." She led the dog back 
into the barn in an unconscious search for more privacy.

Jethro settled down comfortably in his cushioned bed 
when Angie sat down there. "You sure are a pretty boy, 
Jethro darling," Angie crooned as she stroked his fur 
with long smooth motions that ran from the top of his 
head down to his long ragged tail. The animal's features 
immediately took on a look of sheer bliss as he reveled 
in the woman's comforting attentions.

"You like being with your Angie, don't you boy, even now 
when you know you could fuck any girl in the house."

Angie was feeling lewd and intensely stimulated, and the 
idea of having her own little private orgy here with the 
dog seemed a fitting and titillating aftermath to the 
previous evening's erotic activities.

Angie wanted to make Jethro feel really good, and she 
probed her libido for some inspiration that would make 
this session with the big dog something special. She 
would likely be leaving this evening, and she wanted to 
give Jethro something to remember her by. Something he 
hadn't yet experienced with any of his newfound lovers.

Just then Angie caught sight of the animal's hardening 
red prick peeking from its furry sheath, and what she 
should do suddenly seemed self-evident. She wanted to 
feel that hard, slippery dog-cock in her mouth!

A little thrill of excitement ran through her cunt as 
she realized just how depraved her intention was. She 
had never even sucked Saxon's cock. But she wanted to go 
down on Jethro--right now.

Before starting, Angie decided to remove her shorts and 
top and get herself thoroughly in the mood for a good 
sexy encounter. Once naked, she already felt titillated 
by the sheer fact of lying curled up with the dog in his 
hair-littered bed, hugging and stroking him as she would 
a human lover, her own fair skin such a tantalizing 
complement to his long golden fur.

Jethro was lying on his side facing Angie, and it was 
easy for her to reach over and begin stroking his 
tapered rod to increasing firmness with one hand while 
the other worked at her own heating gash.

"Oh, Jethro, darling," she cooed into the big dog's ear. 
"You have such a lovely hard cock, sweetheart. Just 
touching it makes me want to do all kinds of things with 
it, to feel it inside my pussy again."

Her own wanton words inciting her to action, the excited 
blonde bent her head down and clasped the hard, pulsing 
dog-cock between her lips, making timid nibbling motions 
around the tip before letting the rock-hard prick-shaft 
slip farther to the back of her throat.

God, his cock tastes like honey, she thought lewdly as 
she began to explore the slippery rod with her tongue, 
licking and sucking his blood-engorged tool like a 
depraved woman, reveling in her own decadence, her own 
heart-felt surrender to total sensuality.

The dog Jethro let out a long throaty moan, and Angie 
felt a responsive tingle in her own gently writhing cunt 
to think she was bringing such forbidden new delights to 
her impressive dog-lover. She guided his sleek, thick 
cock back and forth, back and forth into the welcoming 
depths of her mouth with one hand while the other 
reached down over his hairy loins to caress his heavy-
laden balls. Again the dog whimpered uncontrollably, 
wriggling his belly slightly to force his pointed dick 
farther back into the perverse woman's mouth.

He has such a beautiful cock. I love the feel of it in 
my mouth! Angie thought, racing her tongue round and 
round the swollen tip, then absorbing the whole 
palpitating prick-shaft far into the back recesses of 
her slavishly receptive throat. Never in her wildest 
dreams would she have imagined herself giving a dog a 
blow-job, but now here she was licking and laving this 
huge animal's distended prick as though her life 
depended on it. And loving every incredible, depraved 
moment!

Last night's orgy had definitely eradicated any earlier 
inhibitions Angie might still have had. Now there was 
nothing left to prevent her from doing whatever turned 
her on. She felt totally free to be her most wanton, 
liberated self, and the feeling was a good one. At the 
moment the feeling was the freedom to suck a dog's cock.

Angie realized she was giving this dog an experience 
such as none he might ever again come across, and 
somehow this thought only reconfirmed her in her lewd 
compulsion, made her more sure that there was nothing in 
the world right now she wanted more than the wet hard, 
filling presence of the dog's cock in her mouth.

The dog's whimpers were becoming more frequent and his 
loins were jerking more insistently down towards her 
hungrily working mouth, driving Angie to new peaks of 
sensual stimulation. She could feel hot pussy-juice 
running down her thighs from her wetly aroused cunt, and 
she decided that, while she was enjoying the depraved 
pleasure of sucking the dog's cock, she might as well go 
all the way and get herself into a sixty-nine with Tim's 
huge pet. Then she, too, could get off while she 
continued to suck and lap at Jethro's growing red dick.

Hurriedly maneuvering herself around, Angie now lay with 
her head buried against the giant animal's loins and her 
pussy positioned right before Jethro's nose, offering 
the animal her wide-open cunt in exchange for her 
continued sucking of his pulsing cock.

Jethro was still conscious enough, despite the 
incredible excitement in his cock and balls, to smell 
the muskiness of Angie's pussy and seek out its hot, 
tantalizing taste. His tongue shot out and licked wetly 
all the way up from Angie's puckered little asshole over 
the hair-lined crack that sheltered her cunt-mouth, to 
the hard nub of her aroused clitoris.

"Mmmmmm!" the blonde moaned wantonly around the filling 
presence of the dog's big cock in her mouth, tonguing 
his tool more frantically as her crotch churned against 
Jethro's muzzle in heated response to his rough, 
talented dog-tongue.

"Oh, yes, Jethro darling! Lick my cunt like that, 
sweetie!"

Angie had raised her head from his cock just long enough 
to encourage the dog, then she immediately closed her 
wet lips once again around the tapered tip of his 
rampaging rod and began to nibble and slaver her way 
down to the base until almost his whole red prick was 
lost inside her slaving mouth.

Angie was going wild with perverse excitement just from 
imagining how she would look to an observer, curled up 
in a doggie bed with this huge golden mongrel, her 
blonde head buried between his loins, her cunt pumping 
furiously up against his dutifully licking tongue. Her 
whole body shuddered with wanton arousal as she pictured 
her own depravity in her mind's eye, at the same time 
responding hotly to the long, wet tongue doing such 
incredible rousing service to her asshole, her cunt-lips 
and her stiff clit.

Lewdly, Angie opened her legs as wide as she could to 
give the dog total access to her wildly craving twat, 
humping her hips furiously in his face, her mind afire 
with lust. She could already feel the explosion building 
in her belly, and her hunching became more and more 
rapid in tempo with the hungry manipulations of her 
mouth and the stroking of her hand at Jethro's balls.

" Well, Jesus Christ, what have we here?!"

Despite her excitement, Angie had no difficulty in 
recognizing the voice of her host, Sid Bailey. She was 
reluctant to abandon any aspect of her wanton activity, 
so strongly could she feel the lust tendrils torturing 
every sensitive little nerve ending in her entire body. 
If Sid wanted to watch, that was fine with her. What she 
wanted was to feel Jethro come in her mouth, and to feel 
her own cunt burst in a wild explosive orgasm. She 
couldn't stop now.

Sid Bailey had come to the barn for a short respite from 
the heady sensual atmosphere in the house. He had come 
wildly and strongly last night at the orgy, and he 
figured that, as usual, he wouldn't be interested in sex 
again for at least another ten days or so. He'd been 
totally taken by surprise by the sight that greeted him 
in the barn--the dog moaning and licking the blonde's 
cunt while she actually worked her mouth obscenely up 
and down Jethro's long, tapered prick. He'd never seen 
anything like it. Never expected to see anything like 
it. A girl who would actually get into a sixty-nine with 
a dog!

What amazed the older man most was that he could 
actually feel his cock getting hard in his pants, just 
from watching the incredibly uninhibited antics this 
blonde had got herself wrapped up in. He watched 
Jethro's turgid red prick ram in and out between her 
moistly pursed lips, and he could feel an answering 
pulsation down in his balls. He watched the dog's tongue 
deal long, steady licks to her widespread cunt, and his 
brain caught fire with a new perverted lust. He suddenly 
felt very strongly that he wanted to become involved in 
this incredible twosome. And in a way just as perverse 
as what Angie had chosen for herself. He wanted to screw 
this wanton broad in the asshole!

Impressed by the newfound sexual potency inspired in him 
by this remarkably sensual woman, Sid grasped her firmly 
by the butt and maneuvered her around so her ass was 
facing him, her mouth still laboring over the dog's 
blood-swollen cock. He began to investigate her upturned 
snatch with his finger, prodding at the swollen bud of 
her clitoris, then down over the flanges of her cunt, 
ramming a finger momentarily up into the hotly seeping 
confines of her fuck-hole. Then his finger circled 
tentatively at the tightly clenched entrance to her 
shitter, pushing slightly at the sphincter, then 
retreating again to work back down to her clit.

Sid could feel the blood pounding in his dick as he 
became more and more excited at the prospect of 
buggering Angie. The thought that the kneeling blonde 
couldn't possibly yet suspect his sadistic plan further 
titillated his unusually responsive senses. Absently he 
ran a hand over the bulge in his pants, reassuring his 
growing cock that its turn was coming soon... soon.

Angie was slightly dismayed to feel Bailey's hands 
maneuvering her around, taking her craving pussy out of 
range of Jethro's tantalizing tongue. But the man's hand 
teasing her clitoris, her cunt and her asshole was 
dealing her its own kind of pleasure, and she began to 
become wildly aroused again by the thought of getting 
diddled by this strange man even while she continued to 
suck and slaver at the dog's cock.

Rotating her butt back in eager little circles to 
encourage Bailey's hand, she pursed her lips more 
tightly around the animal's pulsing cock and moved her 
head evenly up and down, squeezing the dog's prick with 
her lips as she moved.

"God, you never quit, do you, woman?" the TV producer 
asked in amazement as he watched her round firm white 
asscheeks churn backward in search for more of his 
fingers.

Bailey pulled down his zipper and freed his swollen 
prick with one hand while the other continued to tease 
its way back and forth between Angie's clitoris and her 
tight-clenched bung. He looked down at his smooth, 
heavily veined prick lurching so impatiently out from 
his fly and patted it gently, reassuring his cock that 
it would soon get what it was after.

Turning his attention back to Angie's well-lubricated 
cunt, he rammed a finger far up into her fuck-hole, 
coating it well with her hot, viscous fluids. Then he 
moved the finger to her shitter and prodded gently but 
insistently at it until his fingertip sunk up into her 
rubbery asshole as far as the first joint.

"Uuuuuuugghh!" Angie moaned around the dog-cock still 
steadily skewering up into her slaving mouth.

She had never felt a finger invade her asshole before, 
and the hard, slender presence shocked and surprised 
her. But as Bailey began to work and rotate his finger 
farther up inside her butt, she discovered a subtle 
little masochistic response in her brain trigger her 
acceptance of this new kind of sexual invasion.

"Mmm, yessss!" she mewled uninhibitedly, once again 
rotating her buns in unrestricted, total acceptance of 
what Bailey was doing to her defenseless asshole.

Encouraged by the woman's initial acceptance of his 
finger in her ass, Sid pushed harder, until his whole 
finger was hotly imbedded in her tight-clasping shit-
chute. Just the awareness that he was diddling a woman's 
asshole with his finger made Bailey's cock jerk even 
harder, and he began to rub the tip in the wet juices 
clinging to Angie's pussy-lips, preparing his prick for 
the difficult penetration to come. And still his finger 
remained buried in her bowels, wriggling excitingly, 
expanding her asshole for his bloated cock.

Angie's hands and mouth labored frantically over 
Jethro's hairy balls and long, tapered prick as the 
uninhibited blonde responded fully to Sid's finger 
wriggling and churning up inside her virginal asshole. 
She wouldn't have known how to describe the sensation 
emanating from the maddening ass-fingering, but it was 
definitely sexy. She wanted more and more of the wildly 
erotic motions that were expanding and relaxing her 
shitter. It made her feel definitely wanton, downright 
whorish in fact to realize that she was responding 
wholeheartedly to this sadistic erotic stimulation.

Satisfied that the sexy blonde was as ready as she'd 
ever be, Bailey carefully pulled his finger from her 
asshole and began to prod at it again with the blunt, 
juices-slickened head of his prick. Slowly, insidiously, 
he worked the mushroom knob around and around the tight-
shut bung, massaging and soothing it into accepting 
response, stroking away any anxieties Angie might be 
feeling about this strange presence at her ass. Then 
suddenly, without warning, he leaned forward with all 
his strength and shoved his blunt-nosed cock partway up 
Angie's asshole.

"AAAGGHHHH!!"

Angie's mouth abandoned the dog's pulsing prick as she 
screamed with sudden pain. Her buttcheeks strove to 
wriggle away from the perverted invasion, her hands 
clinging convulsively to Jethro's hairy flanks in a mute 
appeal for help against this totally unexpected agony.

"You can't do this to me!" she wailed in a pleading, 
high-pitched voice. "You'll kill me! Please, Sid! Please 
take your cock out of my ass!"

But her piteous cries for mercy fell on deaf ears. 
Bailey was so excited by this initial penetration of 
Angie's defenselessly exposed asshole that her pleas for 
mercy only goaded him on. Heedless of the pain he was 
inflicting, he continued to shove his prick relentlessly 
forward, far up into the hot, tight, glovelike passage 
that was the most provocative refuge his rock-hard cock 
had ever known.

"You're gonna love it, baby!" he told the distraught 
woman sadistically. "Just wait and see. You're gonna 
love feeling my cock sawing in and out of that sweet 
little round ass of yours."

"No, Sid, please! It hurts so bad! Please let me go!"

Still the anxious blonde wriggled and pleaded with her 
merciless tormentor, and still Bailey's hard, pulsating 
cock continued to force its way up into the reluctantly 
yielding folds of her rubbery shit-chute. Angie simply 
couldn't imagine how anyone could be this cruel. She'd 
felt she was ready for anything in the way of sexual 
experience, but pain--downright agony--did not fall into 
her definition of turn-on sensations. She felt horribly 
trapped, and totally humiliated.

Hot tears began to flow down the blonde's face as she 
knelt pinioned before the heavy-set producer, her body 
racked with pain, her mouth oblivious to the dog's prick 
that jutted from his loins inches from her contorted 
face.

"Please, Sid! Please, please!" she wailed over and over 
again, her endless pleas for mercy accompanied by a 
compulsive rocking motion that tried to ease the pain in 
her stretched-out bung as Bailey began to saw in and out 
of her asshole in short, powerful little strokes.

Sid mistook Angie's wriggling attempts to escape the 
pain for a dawning response to his ass-fucking.

"That's it, baby!" he encouraged her. "You're starting 
to like it, aren't you? I knew a hot cunt like you would 
turn on to anything. Even getting screwed in the ass. 
What would the folks back home think if they could see 
their little Angie now, eh? Why, she's turned into a 
whore, they'd say."

Bailey grinned down maliciously at the firmly molded 
asscheeks that wriggled provocatively before his 
relentless gaze.

"God, you've got a beautiful ass, doll!" he complimented 
her in a voice that was becoming hoarse with lust. 
"Jeez, I just love fucking this gorgeous little ass of 
yours!"

His eyes were becoming glazed over with the unmistakable 
signs of total preoccupied sensuality. Bailey realized 
he hadn't been this turned on since he was a carefree 
schoolboy, and he had this hot little blonde to thank 
for it all. Man, she was really something else. He 
thanked his lucky stars for the day Tim had brought this 
chick home with him.

Despite herself, Angie found she was becoming strangely 
stimulated by Sid Bailey's perversely erotic words and 
the images they evoked. Sure, the folks back home would 
think she'd turned into a whore if they could see her 
kneeling in a dog's bed, his hard prick staring her in 
the face while a dirty old man fucked the living shit 
out of her defenseless asshole.

Angie realized there was a strong element of masochism 
in these new titillating feelings she was experiencing, 
and for a moment she felt ashamed that she should revel 
in her own humiliation. But on the other hand, she 
reminded herself, sadomasochism was another aspect of 
sensuality, one she hadn't really investigated so far.

As the pain in her asshole gradually abated, just as 
Bailey had predicted it would, she began to actually 
take joy from the idea of her own humiliation, her own 
total subjugation to another's perverted will. She was 
beginning to enjoy the concept of being fucked brutally 
in the ass--and simultaneously she was beginning to 
enjoy the reality of Bailey's relentless bestial 
screwing. Her bung was starting to feel incredibly 
stimulated, and now Angie's butt began rotating backward 
in orgiastic acceptance of Bailey's buggering prick.

Once again Angie contemplated the stiff, bright-red 
length of the dog's hard prick with hungry desire, and 
she bent forward to again enclose his whole cock up in 
her mouth. Like a woman gone wild, she sucked hungrily 
at the engorged cock, her head working up and down its 
slick, distended length in obscene tempo to the hard, 
relentless fuck-strokes into her newly initiated 
asshole. For a moment her mouth again abandoned Jethro's 
cock, so she could look back over her shoulder at 
Bailey.

"Jesus, it feels good, you fucking bastard! Screw my 
ass, if that's what you want! Fuck me! I love it! I love 
it!"

Driven to new heights of wanton sensuality by her own 
lewd words, Angie again clamped her flushed pink lips 
over the dog's cock and reestablished the sucking rhythm 
that she hoped would bring the whimpering dog to orgasm. 
She wanted to feel his hot jism shooting into the back 
of her throat. She wanted to swallow every last drop of 
the animal's sperm, to revel in her own depraved 
sensuality by taking all Jethro's load into her throat 
while Bailey emptied his spunk into her forever 
stretched asshole.

It suddenly occurred to Angie that her present situation 
was almost the reverse of the one she'd experienced in 
the forest the other day with Jethro fucking her cunt 
while she sucked Tim's cock. Now it was the dog's cock 
she was sucking, while the man fucked her, only this 
time her asshole was experiencing the hard-driving 
stimulation of a swollen cock, not her cunt.

She was impressed by her own boldness, her own wanton 
sexuality, as she realized there was indeed nothing she 
couldn't take without becoming hopelessly excited, 
thoroughly turned on. She was the total sensual woman, 
with no hole now virginal. She realized she'd only 
thought she was free before. Now she really was.

Suddenly Angie realized that what she most wanted to do 
now was to go home and share her new worldliness with 
Sally. Now their relationship could be all and more 
she'd ever hoped it could be. No jealousy, no 
possessiveness, just endless enjoyable sexuality.

Seized by a sudden intense happiness, Angie undulated 
her asscheeks furiously back to meet the powerful, 
stimulating fuck-strokes Bailey was directing far up 
into her tight asshole. It felt so good, so good, and 
Angie grunted abandonedly around the dog-cock in her 
mouth as her belly and butt pleaded for more of the 
exciting ass-fucking that was driving her to new summits 
of wanton sexual fantasy striving to swallow all 
Bailey's relentless prick in her tight-grasping asshole.

"God, baby, you are too much!" Bailey grunted through 
clenched teeth as he strove to meet the furious rotating 
tempo of the blonde's shapely butt. He had never seen a 
woman turn on to any kind of fucking the way this beauty 
was responding right now, and the thought that it was 
his own thick stiff prick ramming in and out of her ass 
that was turning Angie on like this drove him to a wild 
peak of abandon that the sexually inhibited male had 
never known before.

Bailey had spent an adult lifetime trying to find his 
own stride sexually, to discover the kind of erotic 
stimulation that would allow him to enjoy the intense 
arousal other people apparently experienced. Now his 
cock was palpitating with a fury he would never have 
dared dream of mere hours ago. And it was all thanks to 
this gorgeous, sexy blonde whom chance had brought into 
his life and lust had bound here for the best part of 
the last incredible week.

Sid could feel his cock growing steadily as it continued 
to stroke in and out of Angie's responsive asshole. In a 
moment, he realized he would enjoy an orgasm such as he 
had never known before, and he threw heart and soul into 
rushing out to meet this new overwhelming experience in 
sensuality.

Feeling the presence of Bailey's mercilessly skewering 
cock growing up in her dilated shitter, Angie felt some 
last switch of self-control slip into overdrive as her 
mouth pumped furiously up and down over Jethro's 
slippery dick and her ass swallowed Bailey's tool with 
superhuman abandon.

"Ohh, I'm coming! I'm coming, baby! FUUCCKK!!" she heard 
the older man yell behind her even as she tasted the 
first drops of the dog's fiery jizz shooting into the 
back of her throat. The two males' release triggered her 
own orgasm, and for long moments there was nothing in 
her being but sheer skyrocketing sensation that 
triggered and exploded every hidden little nerve-ending 
in her entire quivering body.

"Mmmmmm!" she mewled happily around Jethro's spurting 
cock, swallowing greedily until the big dog's dick was 
sucked dry, only then letting herself slump forward 
against his belly in orgasmic exhaustion. She could feel 
Sid's convulsive seizures up behind her gradually abate 
as the big man fell forward on her, the last ounce of 
his climactic energy exhausted.

"First-class, baby. You are really a top-drawer babe, 
you know that?" Sid complimented her, then lapsed into 
silence as all three orgiasts let the revitalized 
strength of sexual satisfaction seep into their 
exhausted limbs and bellies.

 ***

Jethro, Sharon, Tim and Sid were all gathered around 
Angie out by her big Buick. They were there to say good-
bye and all four experienced their own little pangs of 
sorrow as they realized just how much they owed to this 
generous, sensual California woman. The thought they 
might never see her again was painful to each of the 
three humans, and even Jethro was whimpering slightly, 
sensing that the pretty lady was going away and 
realizing intuitively that he would miss her.

It was past nine o'clock on Sunday evening, and Angie 
was determined to get away tonight, although Sid, Tim 
and Sharon had all done their best to persuade her to 
stay just one more night. She was going to miss her 
newfound friends and lovers, but she felt that she must 
get back to Sally as soon as possible, to establish that 
things were going to be all right between them, and to 
share her incredible recent experiences with her lovely 
girlfriend. She could no longer stand the suspense of 
being out of touch with Sally, of not knowing how things 
were with the other woman.

Angie shuddered to recall how cruel she'd been the last 
time she saw Sally, and she wanted to make up for that 
thoughtlessness as soon as possible. She needed to 
reconfirm the old roots. It was fun to get away and meet 
new friends and enjoy new experiences, but home and old-
established loved ones were still best.

With lots of hugs and kisses and promises of future 
visits all around, Angie got into her car and drove 
quickly off, her eyes misty with the sad-happy pain of 
parting.

"Quite a woman," Sid Bailey muttered as Angie drove off. 
"I don't think any of us will be quite the same now that 
we've met her."

Nodding silent agreement, Tim and Sharon stood arm in 
arm, watching the Buick disappear into darkness. Jethro 
barked two short sharp barks of farewell that echoed and 
died in the cold desert night.


 -= Chapter 9 =-

It was almost dawn when Angie pulled up in front of the 
frame house she and Sally shared. All seemed dark 
inside, peaceful, quite the same as usual. Angie felt 
little tingles of apprehension inside as she emerged 
from the car and headed for the back door. For the first 
time, it occurred to her that perhaps Sally wouldn't 
want her back. Maybe the pretty brunette had discovered 
that she preferred life on her own. Feeling suddenly 
anxious about her reception, Angie let herself quietly 
into the house.

The first thing that greeted her was a powerful 
collision with a furry body. Saxon had recognized 
Angie's odor at once, and he was all over the blonde, 
covering her face and hands and shoulders with rough wet 
kisses.

It was with difficulty that Angie kept from crying 
aloud. She held up a finger to her mouth and shushed the 
dog, whispering, "Come on, Saxon, honey. Let's give 
Sally a big surprise, shall we?"

Excitement suddenly replacing anxiety, Angie hurried to 
Sally's bedroom, surprised to find the door closed and a 
faint glimmer of light peeking through the crack 
beneath.

Maybe she's reading, Angie thought, and opened the door 
just the barest crack, fitting her eye to it to take a 
look inside. She felt the old familiar shock of jealousy 
when she spied Sally poised over a supine man, her cunt 
sliding wetly up and down on his hard, upthrust prick. 
Then excitement replaced jealousy as Angie reminded 
herself that she was a totally liberated woman, who 
could appreciate the very excitement Sally was 
experiencing from that turgid cock sunk up in her 
snatch.

"Mmmm, feels wonderful," Sally was saying, her hands 
kneading the man's hairy belly as she maneuvered her 
hips up and down over his thick, filling prick. "I love 
your cock, Harry baby."

Before she could stop him, Saxon had nosed his way past 
Angie and pushed right on into the bedroom, jumping up 
onto the bed beside Sally and her male companion.

"Saxon, how did you get in here?" Sally asked in 
exasperation, automatically looking back at the now open 
door. "Angie!" she cried as she spotted her girlfriend 
framed in the doorway. At once, in fear and 
embarrassment, she began to dismount from her lover's 
cock. "Angie, not again. I didn't want you to come back 
to this. But I was so lonely."

The blonde rushed over to the bed to comfort her friend. 
She reached out and grasped Sally's buttcheeks, gently 
pushing them back down onto Harry's cock.

"It's okay, baby," she assured Sally, planting a quick 
kiss on her girlfriend's moist full lips. "I've changed 
a lot in the last week. I've grown up, I think. And it 
would give me great pleasure to watch you get fucked by 
this muscle-bound hunk of man."

Angie was feeling increasingly excited by the sensual 
scene she had interrupted and she continued to guide 
Sally's hips up and down over the man's prick while her 
lips melded with Sally's in a long soul-kiss.

The man lying on the bed was totally mystified by this 
new turn in the course of sensual events that had been 
going on without respite since he had brought Sally home 
from the bar about two in the morning. He was a little 
annoyed by the intrusion of this other woman between him 
and his view of Sally riding on his achingly hard prick. 
But then the full realization that this intruder must be 
Sally's lesbian lover began to turn him on, and he 
started to entertain lewd visions of himself fucking 
both lovely women, converting them back to the 
unquestionable virtues of heterosexual sex.

Harry reached up and began to stroke the blonde's ass 
through her dress, gradually working his hand down until 
it slipped up under the hem of the dress and came into 
contact with smooth bare flesh. Encouraged to find the 
stranger undulating her hips in response to his caress, 
he shot his hand right up to where her panties should 
be, but instead made direct, titillating contact with 
the hair-bordered slit of the woman's cunt. She wasn't 
wearing any panties!

"Hey, man, this is one sexy friend you've got here," 
Harry told Sally. "Doesn't even wear any panties. Her 
cunt feels like liquid honey, too."

And, pushing Angie's dress all the way up so it was 
draped around her waist, he began to pump two fingers up 
into the damp, clinging confines of Angie's eager cunt-
hole, timing his stroking rhythm to that established by 
his cock fucking up into Sally's hot responsive snatch.

Angie was finding the spontaneous sensuality of her 
homecoming incredibly exciting, and already she could 
feel amazing little darts of wild lust soaring 
throughout her body in response to the man's fingers 
ramming into her cunt. She pulled her head back so she 
could get a better look at Sally, who had closed her 
eyes and was churning and contorting her hips 
spasmodically over the man's thick, slickly glistening 
dick.

She really is beautiful, Angie thought as she admired 
her girlfriend's lush, swelling tits, taut belly and 
ripely molded hips. Suddenly she felt an overwhelming 
desire to help Sally experience the unbelievable heights 
of eroticism she herself had known this weekend at the 
ranch. She caught sight of Saxon nosing at the moist 
aromatic spot where Sally's cunt meshed with the man's 
cock, and was immediately inspired with an incredible 
idea. She wanted to see Sally being fucked by the man 
and the dog at the same time. She'd read about such 
things, but never believed they really happened. Now her 
own broadened sensual experience told her such an 
arrangement could be the very pinnacle of erotic 
fulfillment.

Arranging herself alongside the fucking couple so her 
ass was still thrust back towards the stranger's head, 
so he could continue to ram his fingers up into her 
moist needing cunt, she encouraged Sally to bend forward 
slightly and tilt her ass up so it would give a 
convenient target for the German shepherd.

"Wh-What are you doing, Angie?" Sally asked nervously, 
part of her conscious of what it was her roommate must 
have in mind, the other half not daring to believe her 
girlfriend could actually entertain such a lewd idea.

"You're not thinking what I think you're thinking, are 
you, Angie?"

The blonde's eyes were becoming glazed with lascivious 
abandon as she patted Sally's ass, coaxing the dog to 
mount her.

"Sally, honey, you are about to have the most amazing 
fuck of your whole life. I guarantee it."

Angie smiled to herself, realizing the tables were now 
turned completely from that night months ago when Sally 
had gently coaxed her into trying to fuck a dog. Now it 
was she who was directing the sex-session. She planned 
to see her dark-haired friend sandwiched between dog and 
man, being double-fucked to the most incredible orgasm 
of her whole young life. That was what Angie wanted 
right now more than anything else. She wanted Sally to 
know the total sensuality she herself had experienced at 
Sid Bailey's ranchhouse--and even go one step farther.

Sadism was beginning to take possession of Angie's mind 
as she helped the dog mount Sally's butt and began to 
guide his slippery cock towards the brunette's 
vulnerably upthrust asshole. Part of her, Angie knew, 
still wanted to see Sally punished for the hurt she'd 
caused Angie last week. Once that happened, the score 
would be even. Then they could start over again, fresh, 
with no repressed grudges to mar their relationship.

Sally began to tremble noticeably when she felt the 
tapered point of the big dog's cock brushing over the 
defenseless opening to her virginal shitter. She was 
tempted to battle wildly for her freedom, aware that if 
she wanted this incredible situation to come to a halt, 
she must act now. Once she was double-skewered between 
man and dog, it would be too late. She would be 
defenseless prey to whatever her three lovers wanted to 
do to her.

Frightened as she was, Sally decided to trust Angie, to 
believe her girlfriend when she told her this would be 
the most amazing fuck of her life. She had never shrunk 
from adventure so far. Why start now? Hesitantly, ever 
so carefully she began to thrust her hips back to meet 
Saxon's prick.

Lying on the bed, passive spectator to what was going on 
around him, except for his fingers ramming into Angie's 
twat and his cock shoving up into Sally's pussy, Harry 
simply could not believe what seemed to be about to 
happen here in this apparently ordinary, middle-class 
bedroom. The woman he was fucking was about to take a 
dog's cock up in her ass, to be doubly impaled by hard 
cocks, half-animal, half-human!

"Jeez!" he whispered under his breath. "You broads are 
really something. I just hope I can keep up with the 
both of you."

"It won't be easy," Angie laughed, overhearing the man's 
quiet declaration. "But once you get tuned in on being a 
totally erotic person, I think your body will handle it 
from there. Just groove on what's happening, baby!"

That was all the thought Angie had for the human male 
for the moment, as she now held Saxon's cock firmly at 
the entrance to Sally's ass and waited for the dog to 
lunge forward.

With unerring instinct, Saxon sensed the cushiony 
opening before him and thrust forward, managing to sink 
his cock the first couple of inches up into the 
resisting rubbery depths of the woman's untried bung. 
Not having a human's capacity for self-control, he began 
to shove his cock forward, in hard lunging strokes, 
until his whole prick was buried balls deep up in the 
brunette's ass. Once the penetration was complete, Saxon 
unhesitatingly began to plunge his prick in and out of 
Sally's asshole, pulling little folds of pink ass-flesh 
outward with his cock on the outstroke and then shoving 
far back up inside on the backstroke.

Angie was watching this incredible threesome with mouth 
hung open, tongue lolling from between her lips as she 
drank in the sight of Sally's lewdly penetrated shitter 
trying to adjust to the dog's ramming prick. She had 
never seen anything like it, and she thrust her butt 
lustfully back to meet Harry's tireless fingers as the 
excitement in her belly built to steadily rising peaks.

"Oh, Angie! Ooh Angie!" Sally was moaning again and 
again, trying to adjust her position to ease the 
shocking pain that had invaded her vulnerable asshole 
passage. "It hurts, Angie!" she mewled, her face already 
contorting in a perverse lust that actually reveled in 
her pain and humiliation.

Unknown to Angie, Sally had been used to masturbating by 
shoving a finger up into her bung as well as into her 
cunt, visualizing herself getting double-fucked just as 
she was now. She had always been something of a 
masochist, and now Angie had fulfilled her most vivid 
desire--to be totally dominated, thoroughly invaded by 
hard relentless cock-flesh.

Sally began to moan loudly into the erotic hush of the 
room, her whole body shuddering in whorish abandon as 
she reveled in the hard, tapered dog-cock skewering far 
up into her pain-racked asshole and the smooth, thick 
man-cock filling her wet hungry pussy. She wanted this 
more than anything she had ever wanted before, and her 
wild hip undulations indicated she was going to do 
everything in her power to see all three of them to an 
unforgettable climax.

Angie could not believe how quickly her girlfriend had 
responded to this lewd double-fucking. She couldn't 
imagine that any woman could be turned on that quickly 
to something so initially painful. Then she realized 
that Sally must be a masochist, must like to experience 
pain, which by its very welcome nature was immediately 
transformed by her craving body into a kind of cruel 
pleasure.

Angie began to understand why Sally had to go out and 
compulsively chase men, men who would treat her like 
dirt both during and after their screwing. She needed to 
be punished, she craved it, and Angie had unconsciously 
fulfilled her deepest desires.

The aroused blonde was pleased that she was helping her 
lovely girlfriend work out her sexual hang-ups. Perhaps 
once she had realized this perverted fancy, Sally would 
be ready to accept sensuality more openly, for the sheer 
pleasure of it rather than for the pain and degradation. 
If not, well that was her bag, and whatever turned Sally 
on would be just fine with Angie.

Angie wanted them to share everything, but everything 
together from now on. Fucking men, dogs, each other, 
whatever came along. They would be afraid of nothing. 
They would take on all comers. Theirs would be total 
complete, unquestioning sensuality.

Harry was in a trancelike state of wanton arousal as he 
lay on the bed, agonizingly aware that he was sharing a 
woman's body with a dog. He could feel the presence of 
the dog's cock through the thin membrane that separates 
asshole and cunt, and he strove mightily to try to keep 
up with the dog's compulsive, staccato fuck-rhythm. He 
was so intensely aroused by what was happening to him 
this morning, that for a while he forgot all about his 
fingers up inside the blonde's cunt. But Angie's 
impatient hip rotations reminded him of his oversight 
and he began to ram his fingers harder and faster up 
into the woman's craving fuck-hole.

Angie was beside herself with arousal as she watched the 
two cocks fucking her girlfriend, and she raised up so 
she could again kiss Sally in a long, throaty, sensual 
kiss that sealed the bond of the incredible sexual 
experience they were sharing. All her love, all her 
lust, all her need was stored in that kiss, and it was 
several moments before the women's mouths parted, their 
tongues darting out for one parting dueling encounter.

"Sally, you're so beautiful," Angie told her girlfriend 
in lusty admiration of her sensual response to the 
double-fucking she was getting.

"Oh, it feels good now, Angie, so good!" Sally replied, 
undulating her hips greedily for more of the hard-
driving cocks, her body still somewhat surprised to find 
that it was experiencing nothing now but pure, 
unadulterated pleasure. The last perverse tingles of 
pain had fled long ago, leaving the excited woman 
soaring high on a sensation-bound trip toward heaven.

"I think I'm going to come, Angie! It feels so goooood!"

Angie watched her girlfriend's eyes grow wide with dazed 
excitement as her whole body shivered and shuddered in 
the uncontrollable paroxysms of orgasm.

"Saxon's coming in my asshole, Angie!" the orgasmically 
excited Sally cried to her friend as her body continued 
to fly high on the summit of total release.

Hearing that the woman riding him was coming and feeling 
the dog's cock going off up inside her asshole, Harry 
came, filling the room with his uninhibited bellows as 
he jerked and jerked and jerked again, filling Sally's 
cunt with hot jets of fuck-juice.

Angie even experienced her own orgasm just from Harry's 
fingers up inside her twat, as she tuned in on the force 
and intensity of the other three's climaxes to find her 
own skyward route to momentary paradise.

"Jeez, this had been one hell of a night, ladies," Harry 
muttered as he strove to get to his feet.

Angie caught him off-balance and pulled him back down 
onto the bed. "Where do you think you're going, honey?" 
she asked the big man. "You've got a few more tasks to 
perform before you're free to go." And the excited 
blonde fell on his cock and began to suck it to renewed 
hardness.

"I've got to get to work," Harry protested feebly.

"You've got your work cut out for you right here," Sally 
told him, catching Angie's mood and positioning her 
dripping pussy over Harry's face. "A day at home in bed 
never hurt any man."

"Not yet," Harry agreed resignedly, darting out his 
tongue to lap at her hardening clit.


 -= Chapter 10 =-

Nick Petrushka had been reading meters now for close to 
twenty years, and he figured he had the job aced. In 
fact, to the point where it actually had become quite 
boring. Same old round-- ring the doorbell, lady in 
scruffy slippers and bathrobe, curlers in her hair, lets 
you in, you read the numbers, and you're gone. That's 
all there was to it. Every work day for nineteen years 
and seven months.

Here we go again, Nick sighed to himself as he headed up 
the walk towards the attractive yellow frame house that 
was next on his route. Actually this particular route 
was new to Nick, but everything, everybody on it so far 
had been so much like the old familiar places and faces 
that it didn't seem to make much difference. He'd asked 
for a new route to ease the boredom, but it hadn't 
worked. Maybe it's time I looked for a new career, he 
thought glumly as he rang the doorbell.

Nick immediately felt a familiar apprehension as he 
heard a dog bark on the other side of the front door. 
One of the cardinal hazards of his profession was 
unfriendly dogs, and the graying meter man was in no 
mood to fight off a canine assault at the moment. All he 
wanted was to get the day over with as quickly and as 
painlessly as possible.

After ringing the doorbell a second time, Nick was 
rewarded with the sound of human footsteps on the other 
side of the door. In a moment it had swung open and a 
very attractive brunette in a bathrobe, no slippers and 
no curlers in her long shiny, black hair, was smiling at 
him through the screen.

Nick had to swallow hard before he could find his voice. 
The woman's terry robe was tied so loosely in front he 
could see a good three inches of the cleavage and curves 
of her full, round boobs. And what's more, just another 
half-inch and he was sure he'd be able to catch a 
glimpse of her beaver.

"Good... good morning, ma'am," he stammered, his cool 
gone for the first time in almost twenty years on the 
job. "I'm your new m-m-meter man."

The woman smiled a bright welcome as she swung the 
screen door open to admit the shaken man. "Good morning. 
Please come in. You look like you could use a cup of 
coffee, am I right?"

Nick couldn't believe his ears. Sure, he'd heard the old 
jokes about the milk man, the delivery man or the meter 
man being greeted at the door by a beautiful, half-
dressed, horny woman, but this was the first time 
anything like it had happened to him. He'd become a 
skeptic, in fact, about the truth of any of those 
stories.

Edging through the door, Nick stuck out a cautious hand 
to stroke the big German shepherd who stood close at his 
mistress' heels. "Sure sounds good, ma'am... the coffee, 
I mean," he managed to blurt out once he was well inside 
the living room, his hat and his clipboard in his hand, 
his face apprehensive but brightening with an unfamiliar 
eagerness.

"Hey, you know, you're kind of cute," the brunette was 
saying, moving closer to the older man and wrapping her 
arms around his neck, planting a long, wet kiss on his 
trembling lips.

When their lips had parted, Nick looked long and hard 
into the brunette's dark eyes, and suddenly something in 
him snapped. The boredom and frustration of twenty years 
of tedium melted away and he was alive again.

Hell, he thought arrogantly, I'm only forty-three years 
old. Why shouldn't this good-looking broad find me 
attractive?

Needing no further invitation, the mouse-turned-tiger 
grabbed the girl tightly around the shoulders and swung 
her down, leaning over her to plant a long Don-Juan-type 
kiss on her trembling lips. The meter man could feel his 
cock pulsing to an unaccustomed excitement in his pants 
as he realized that this gorgeous, half-naked woman was 
actually trembling under his touch, obviously dying with 
need for more of his ardent attentions.

"Hey, baby, why don't we take off this bathrobe?" he 
suggested boldly, pulling the ties apart and slipping 
the garment down off her shoulders, letting it fall to 
the floor in a heap at her feet.

For a moment Nick's old timidity came back as the shy 
man drank in the full, out-thrust swell of the 
brunette's tanned boobs, their little pink nipples 
hardening to taut erection under his gaze. Her belly was 
smooth and flat, her hips full and swelling. Nick 
suddenly wondered if he could handle this obviously 
highly sexed, ripe example of lush womanhood. After many 
years of fucking an apathetic, overweight, out of shape 
wife every two or three weeks, Nick was not sure he was 
ready for the demands of Venus. He was too used to beer-
swilling Agnes Petrushka.

"What's the matter?" the girl pouted, a frown contorting 
her features into an expression that made her even more 
desirable to Nick. "Don't you think I'm pretty?"

Her eyes glistened with a little twinkle of mischief as 
she moved in on the reluctant man and began to undo the 
buttons of his blue uniform shirt.

"Why don't you let me see what you look like?" she asked 
coquettishly, her tits rubbing lewdly against his chest 
as she helped him raise his arms out of his shirt.

Nick's fear was again forgotten in a new rush of lust as 
he realized this gorgeous woman was actually so hot for 
his body that she was tearing the clothes right off him. 
He suddenly forgot to be self-conscious as the simple 
truth struck him that his sexual capacity had seemed 
minimal over the past years only because there had been 
nothing within grabbing distance to arouse it. The way 
his cock was thumping in his baggy trousers at the 
moment, he didn't have the slightest worry that he'd be 
able to give the lady a good fuck once she got his 
clothes off.

"Ma'am, you are the most beautiful piece of woman I have 
ever seen this side of dreamland," he complimented the 
lusty woman as she knelt down to help him step out of 
his pants. "I..."

Words suddenly failed him as she reached up and pulled 
down his orange-striped boxer shorts, freeing to the 
cool air in the living room the hard staff of his 
urgently swaying cock.

He was amazed to hear the girl's breath suck in rapidly 
and her eyes grow big as she exclaimed: "My, what a 
beautiful cock you have, darling! It's so long and 
thick. You must have a very happy wife."

Nick's whole face lit up with pride as his ears hummed 
to the tune of her praise.

Yeah, it is a pretty good cock, he thought smugly as he 
stroked the blood-swollen rod. I used to think my dick 
was above average... but I guess I kind of forgot about 
all that since I married Agnes...

The naked meter man forgot about Agnes, too, as he felt 
the brunette's hands gently urge his own away from his 
out-thrusting prick, and her mouth close wetly over the 
rock-hard tool.

Jeez, she's sucking my cock! he thought wildly, but 
still it took an extra couple of moments before the 
reality of his situation struck home.

He had actually come to this house to read a gas meter, 
and within moments he had the voluptuous young lady of 
the house kneeling on the carpet in front of him 
nibbling at his prick.

Naw, it can't be happening! he chided, slapping his face 
to wake himself up. But even after the slap, when he 
looked down, there was a lovely brunette head laboring 
over his rigid cock, and the sensations coursing through 
every nerve-ending in his body were gradually convincing 
him that this was no wet dream. Nothing but the real 
thing could feel this good.

Clasping the woman's head in his hands, Nick closed his 
eyes and began to concentrate fully on the liquid-honey 
titillation emanating from his achingly distended cock. 
It was like his cock had suddenly become buried in 
smooth dark velvet that coated and laved and taunted 
every inch of his throbbing rod to increasing peaks of 
painful rigidity.

He looked down to watch his customer poking out her 
tongue between full pink lips to prod excitingly at the 
little slit in the end of his prick, lapping hungrily at 
the single drop of pre-cum that hovered there, then 
swirling her tongue all around the mushroom-shaped head, 
coaxing it to saw back up into her, begging it to fill 
her throat with its lusty thickness.

Inspired by his own lewd thoughts, Nick thrust his hips 
forward brutally, even as his hands sought a stronger 
grip in her flowing dark hair. Holding her head steady, 
he began to pump his prick steadily in and out of her 
welcoming mouth, moaning huskily as he reveled in his 
new heaven-sent paradise of lusty abandon.

"Sally, where are you? Who was at the door?"

Another female voice echoed through the house, shocking 
Nick back into semiconsciousness as he drew his dick 
quickly back from the kneeling woman's lips and 
scrambled for his clothes.

Jeez, she's not even alone! he thought wildly, his 
cheeks flushing with embarrassment as he heard the sound 
of a pair of pumps heading for the living room.

He had only managed to get one leg into his pants when a 
naked blonde in pink high heels strolled into the room, 
a momentary look of surprise on her face quickly 
shifting to one of eager excitement.

"Hey, I see you've got us a live one"' she laughed, 
heading straight toward the meter man, and giving his 
moist glistening cock a hard squeeze. "He's pretty," she 
said lustfully. "What should we do with him?"

"Well, I was doing a pretty good job of sucking his cock 
when he got scared off by the sound of your voice," 
Sally cooed, her words hushed and musical as she looked 
up into Nick's eyes with a look of heated desire.

"What do you say, Mr. Meter Man?" she teased. "Do you 
think you can handle both of us? Angie and I have been 
so horny all morning, we were just wondering how we 
could get our hands on some big handsome man with a big 
handsome cock to bring a little ray of sunshine into our 
lives."

Nick took a long slow swallow as he contemplated the 
wealth of riches he had stumbled upon on this perfectly 
ordinary Thursday morning in his twentieth year as a 
meter man. He quickly decided the twenty years of 
drought had been worth it for this one day of manna 
flowing from heaven. His senses reeled at the idea of 
fucking these two ripe beauties all day, and then maybe 
going home and fucking Agnes for good measure. He 
suspected the course of events today were going to make 
a new man of him.

Boldly the older man walked back over to where Sally 
still knelt on the floor, and rammed his cock once again 
up between her ready ovaled lips.

"Suck my dick a few minutes, baby," he told her. "Then 
we'll see what old John Henry can do to make you girls 
feel better. I hate to see anybody as pretty as you two 
suffering."

Angie walked over to the lewdly coupled twosome and 
planted a big wet kiss on Nick's mouth.

"So you won't feel pressured," she told him, once she 
had broken away from the throaty embrace, "Saxon is 
always willing to help out."

She nodded in the direction of the big German shepherd 
who stood anxiously nearby, watching, his tail wagging 
eagerly.

"Dogs, too? Who are you girls anyway? Wonder Woman and 
friend?"

Angie laughed. "No. We prefer to think of ourselves as 
something more like Robin Hood and her Merry Woman. We 
like to take what we can and give more than we take."

"Great idea!" Nick enthused, wrapping the blonde in 
another warm embrace.

And the day wore on...

The End

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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