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 THREE
"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.