"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 FOUR
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.