Samson was oblivious to his mistress's advanced state of helpless lust. He went on lapping up her cunt-juices, drinking heavily from her twisting pussy, driving her clit into a frenzy.
Ellen's sweet ass bounced violently on the floor. She released her pet and gripped her aching tits and crushed them hornily as she twisted her coming cunt hotly.
Cindy could watch no longer. Her own tits felt like they would burst. Her pussy was on fire. She gasped and staggered away from the door. As fast as she could run with her hand thrust into her tight little shorts, she pranced down the hall to her own bedroom.
She stumbled into the room. The bed looked awfully inviting. She staggered to it, gasping, and fell onto her ripe jutting tits. She crushed her burning pussy against her wiggly hand and fucked her slender finger deep into her cunt. Panting and moaning, she humped furiously on her finger and came wetly, whimpering as helplessly as she had heard Ellen whimper.
Even as she came, she recalled the vision of Ellen on the floor with that monstrous animal. Never in her life had she seen a girl have sex with a dog! It was so lewd! So horny! So delicious!
The burning memories helped her get off. She mashed her aching tits into the mattress and wiggled her hot cunt viciously on her jabbing, fucking finger.
With the last shudders of her juicy climax, she threw herself onto her back and gasped. After a few more seconds of eager pussy-rubbing, she removed her hand from her shorts and fought for breath, her ripe tits rising and falling.
Several moments later her blue eyes opened and stared brightly at the ceiling. What a wonder, she thought. Ellen with a dog! Does Bill know his pretty wife gets off with Samson? What else does she do with that animal?
Cindy sat up and stared around her. She was still dazed by the reality of it all. There was apparently a lot more to her sexy sister-in-law than she originally thought.
Cindy got to her feet and ambled to the window. Her fertile imagination played with the images of Ellen and the German shepherd. How sexy! How juicy! How raunchy! Would Samson lick her cunt, too?
CHAPTER TWO
Ellen Watkins shuddered as one final ripple of erotic pleasure washed through her writhing body. Her German shepherd settled beside her and licked his cock. Ellen twisted her head and watched him. Her eyes twinkled at the sight of his long red prick. His cock always came out of its sheath when he licked her pussy.
Ellen smiled slowly and passed a gentle hand over the animal's fur. "Good boy, Samson," she breathed. "We just might have ourselves a new playmate."
Her eyes shifted to the half-open door and her smile broadened. As she stroked her pet's broad back, she dwelled on thoughts of her cute sister-in-law. She was certain that Cindy had peeked.
"She saw us, all right," she murmured to Samson as his tongue lashed his glistening prick. "I figured she'd peek if she got the chance. Now let's see what happens with it."
Ellen laughed to herself. She felt very clever. Last year when Cindy had visited, Ellen had been interested in her budding young body. Since then she had heard reports about the pretty teenager. It seemed that Cindy wasn't the angel she looked like. There had been whispered stories about her and boys. As her body developed she began to sport her tits as if they were precious.
Ellen liked all those stories. And, now that she had seen Cindy once again, a year later, it was apparent that the kid was sexy. But was she bold? What would she think and do if she saw Ellen having sex with a dog?
Ellen had started playing around with her pet just this year. The days seemed longer and longer to her when Bill was at work. And now, at twenty-two, her pussy was like a hungry mouth. Bill was good in bed, but Ellen needed something more than a once-a-week fucking. Then she discovered that Samson was good for something besides fetching the newspaper.
When she'd gotten the letter from Bill's mother asking if Cindy could spend a few weeks again, Ellen had been thrilled. She hadn't had any sex with a female since her own high school days and she figured if the stories about Cindy were true, then the chick just might be ripe for some sex-fun. But, was she?
Ellen tousled Samson's big head and muttered, "I wonder what she's thinking right now? I heard her out there, Samson. She must have watched for at least half an hour. She certainly can't forget what she saw! Maybe we'd better get ready for her."
She got to her feet and pranced to the closet. She opened the door and flipped through all her sexy night things. She chose a brief white nightie and slipped it on. It hardly reached beyond her black pussy-hair, and her thrusting tits spread the front of it real wide. Ellen smiled at her reflection in the mirror and tied the strings in a cute bow between her lush tits. She twirled around and liked what she saw. Her curvy ass-cheeks peeked from beneath the little nightie.
As a final check, she bent over with her back to the big mirror. With her hands on her knees, she peered around her shoulder into the glass. She giggled to see her pussy squeezed between her creamy white thighs, a furry little sandwich.
"Samson," she said, eyeing her lovely cunt and liking the looks of it. "Come here and give Ellen a little lick."
Samson obeyed instantly. After eight months of lapping the girl's cunt, he knew what the tone of her soft voice meant. He padded over to her and got behind her. He sniffed at her crotch and Ellen giggled. She writhed her ass at him, and he licked his big tongue up her cunt-slit. Ellen moaned and let him lick her for a few more minutes.
Her eyes closed softly as his huge doggie-tongue swabbed her ass-cheeks, crotch and cunt. After just four licks, she spread her feet apart and thrust her pussy back at the dog so his tongue could make contact with her clit. When it did, she shuddered and caught her breath. She had discovered a marvel in her German shepherd!
When Samson had her pussy buzzing nicely again, she straightened up and turned away from his snout. "Good boy, Samson." She smiled. "You keep mommy nice and wet, don't you?"
Samson barked. Ellen put a finger to her lips and shushed him. Then she laughed.
"Be patient. I'll give it to you later. And maybe even Cindy's. Would you like to lick her cute little pussy? We'll see, Samson, we'll see. If she's anything like I was when I was her age, she must be very curious about you and me."
Ellen was right. In her own bedroom, Cindy, too, was gazing into the mirror. She smoothed her hands over the elastic top on her jutting tits and ran them down to the crotch of her tight little shorts. Her fingers met there and she massaged her pussy through the light material.
Images of dogs licking her cunt filled her young mind as she rubbed her cunt. The memory of Samson's thick tongue attacking Ellen's pussy thoroughly occupied her thoughts. She wiggled a slender finger into the crotch of her shorts and got it into her fuck-hole. She rolled her hips and breathed heavily as she played with fantasies of dogs licking cunts, and her milky pussy-cream soaked her naughty finger.
God, she thought feverishly, how could Ellen let Samson do that? It must be terrific! Why does she do it? I hope there's nothing wrong between her and Bill. No, it can't be that. I've never seen such a happy couple. And Bill is good in bed. All his girlfriends used to tell me that. And Ellen is so sexy, I bet she and Bill really get it on when they fuck. But, why the dog? Maybe Ellen's a nympho and Bill doesn't know it. She sure got off on that tongue!
"God!" she gasped. She pulled her hands away from her tits and pussy. Curiosity burned through her and had the same effect on her tits and pussy as lust. It was very exciting to remember the German shepherd licking so furiously at Ellen's lovely cunt. Ellen looked so sexy on the floor, coming so wildly!