Sally looked over her shoulder, marveling at the way the older woman was taking the incredibly rapid lunges of the beast, and apparently loving them. Lauralee's head was thrown back and her face, still streaked with Ray's drying semen that had dribbled out of the corners of her mouth, was contorted with lust.
"Fuck me, Duke!" she was nearly screaming, "Come on, fuck harder, fuck harder!"
The obscene spectacle sent chills of depraved excitement shooting through the young bride and a desire to blurt out the lewd, lustprovoking words. "Oh, fuck me, Ray!" she wailed. "Fuck me with your tongue, fuck me deep… oh, oh, oh…" she chanted and Ray screwed her harder with his long thick tongue. His hands were at her buttocks, pressing them together and pulling them apart, kneading the twin mounds until she thought her rear crevice would split from the pressure. Then his middle finger snaked forward and began to dig straight up into her ass-hole, poised temptingly above him.
"AAAuuuggghhhh!" she screamed as the stiff, prodding finger forced its relentless way through the ring of muscle and popped into the warm spongy cavity beyond. "Ooooohh," Sally wailed in pleasure-pain that rapidly gave way to rapturous pleasure alone as he began to worm around inside her rectum, widening the passage and pressing against the thin muscular wall that separated her back passage from her seething cunt.
Ray found that he could feel his own tongue sliding up into her and the revelation was mind-shattering. The debauched couple thrilled to his obscene exploration of her defenseless ass-hole while at the same time continuing his assault on her hot, wet pussy. Her body now began the slow, agonizing build-up to orgasm. She twisted and moaned, her lovely young face almost animalistic in its contorted, insane desire for release. Mewling and groaning deep with her heaving chest, she squatted lower and lower over her husband's face, ramming her lewdly skewered ass-hole down on his rigid middle finger and trying to seize and hold his tongue inside the velvet, clasping depths of her lust-enraged vagina. Now! She was almost gone… God, this was it!
"Ohh… ohh… ohhhhh! My God, don't stop… don't stop… I'm going to cum! I'm cummmmmiiinnnggg!" And then she began to jerk convulsively, never having cum before in such a position or even dreaming that it would be possible. It was not only possible, it was fabulous… wild… perfect! The spasms of orgasm tore through her tingling body and seemed to go on and on… and on… until at last she was completely, thoroughly sated and could slip her still-clasping vagina away from his deeply buried tongue and extricate her anus from the finger that still impaled her.
As she pulled her cunt clear of his head, Ray shook his head in disbelief, "You were really turned on that time, honey," he said. "Man, your ass was really moving!"
She could only smile at him, unable to speak for another few seconds until her body had adjusted itself to coming back to reality. She snuggled into the curve of his arm and they watched as the third (and fourth, if you counted Duke) member of the party struggled toward orgasm. It would not be long now, Sally sensed, and she let her hand wander over Ray's hairy, flat chest, tangling in his curly hair as she began to breathe faster and almost started to feel what Lauralee was feeling. Although a widow now, you certainly could not say that Lauralee led a lonely or dull life. In fact, her life had taken on new dimensions with the passing of her lecherous husband. They'd owned Duke for three years, but Lauralee had confided to them that the idea of putting him to use for her own pleasure had never occurred to her until that day in the Denham's apartment when she had seen him up on the bed with Sally.
Now, the coordination of dog and woman was really something to see, Sally thought dreamily, still blissfully exhausted from her own climax.
Duke was bucking into her wildly undulating buttocks and had increased his pace until it seemed that no one, human or animal, could keep up such an assault for very long. His dark-furred balls were clearly outlined under his arching hindquarters as they swung against the white crevice below Lauralee's open cunt that was absorbing the full length of his animal cock.
Then, suddenly, Duke whined and his flanks began to jerk. His torrent of animal sperm poured into his mistress's hungrily milking cunt and swirled high in her naked belly, touching off her own climax.
She moaned and flung her head back, blonde hair tumbling down, nostrils flaring and eyes rolling. The husband and wife saw her buttocks convulse under the dog, squeezing his penis as if to suck him dry of his lewd, sticky sperm and imprison his cock that was already deflating and slipping from Lauralee's streaming cunt as she still rolled in wanton ecstasy and groaned out her release.
"Duke, you fucking son-of-a-bitch!" she gasped out in a tone that was part awe for the dog's powers, part affection for her remarkable pet, part pure expression of pleasure. The three friends lay spent in the huge new bed while Duke arranged himself at their feet, like a comfortable cushion against which they could warm their feet if they desired.
"Well, I guess it's going to be a late supper," Ray observed contentedly, flinging an arm over the buttocks of each woman. "I hope you bought an extra steak for Duke, Sally? He certainly deserves one … after that performance."
They laughed and in fact each thought, without knowing the other's thoughts, how happy she was, and that she would not exchange her smalltown life in Quiggville, Tennessee no, not for the biggest, most bustling city. Quiggville was not really so old-fashioned… after all. Not when you got to know it!