Gayle realized that her face had given her away. She knew that her aunt knew that she knew… oh, it was all too confusing and embarrassing. She felt as if she'd dropped into another world. A world without the day-to-day morality she was bombarded with back home. Aunt Ann Marie was a rebel of sorts and it occurred to Gayle that some of it might rub off on her! She didn't want that to happen, did she?
"Ohhh, I just can't make my mind work."
Ann Marie came back from the kitchen with a glass of wine and a cold beer. She gave the beer to Gayle.
"A little hair of the dog that bit you won't hurt. It'll keep you from feeling crappy later on." Her aunt's choice of words gave Gayle pause for thought. Ann Marie noticed her strange expression. "Yeah, there're some people who take more than just the hair," said Ann Marie. She gave a little growl and winked at Gayle. Now Gayle was blushing again. She wolfed another mouthful of food and slugged hard from the beer. It tasted wonderful!
"I suppose you'd better get a good night's rest," Ann Marie said. "When a girl throws a drunk in the middle of the afternoon, she's asking for trouble. If you stay up tonight, you'll really feel like hell tomorrow."
"I suppose you're right," Gayle agreed. She was already sobering up some and felt a little silly sitting there in her panties and nothing else.
"I'll give you some aspirin and you go on up early. You'll be in tip-top shape tomorrow, just wait and see."
Gayle fell asleep almost as soon as she hit the bed. She had dreams, strange, half-crazy dreams about dogs. Many dogs. Dogs that chased her up hills and down valleys. Big and little dogs, but mostly big ones. The big ones cornered her in a meadow and with hot, dripping mouths, stripped her clothing off. While one held her down, another climbed between her thighs and speared her with his huge cock. Gayle awoke having an incredible climax, the dream of the dog fucking her still vivid as she slowly came to consciousness.
"Ohhh," she moaned, rolling onto her belly and pumping her trim ass up and down to rub the fiery itch. She couldn't get her hands down and that prolonged the lovely torture until her whole body was shuddering and jerking. She panted and bit her lips, giving a squeal as the consuming pleasure jolted her several times and subsided. "Ahhhh, ahhhh God… ohhh, that is the most fantastic thing when it happens."
Gayle sat up in the darkness and rubbed her eyes. The sexual throes had awakened her completely and she looked around the darkened room, then swung her legs out of bed. She was still wearing only her panties, but the things had gotten soaked during her orgasm. She skinned them off, tossing them on the floor. The window was open and a warm breeze blew through the room. Gayle went naked to the opening and pushed the curtains aside. That was when she heard her aunt's voice.
Though Gayle wasn't sure of the time, she knew it had to be past midnight. The moon was full and high in the sky and the black sky was clear, dotted with sparkling stars. Down by the beach she could see shadows darting around. Blinking and wiping her sleep-bleared eyes, Gayle squinted to focus on the shapes. Now she could see her aunt clearly. She was stark naked and around her another shadow jumped and darted.
"Captain Marvel!" Gayle gasped, putting a hand to her mouth.
Without thinking, she grabbed her robe and threw it around her shoulders as she started downstairs. She remembered that she was naked underneath as she tied the belt, but she couldn't stop now. Her head was clear now and though she knew she wasn't under the influence of alcohol, she felt giddy and wild. She wanted to see what Ann Marie was doing! Much as she disapproved of her aunt's uninhibited life style, she wanted to see.
There were trees almost to the sandy edge of the beach and Gayle kept behind them, darting from one to another until she was within a few dozen yards of where her aunt frolicked with Captain Marvel. The breeze was blowing out over the water which had kept the big dog from smelling or hearing her approach.
"Oh, you big beautiful super-hero, you," Ann Marie laughed, encouraging the Great Dane to jump at her. He did, his paws resting on her shoulders as he drove his hindquarters up and down toward her, his huge, glistening cock slapping against his belly. It looked as if it was fully extended and the tip was a shiny knob. Looking at that thing reminded Gayle all too vividly of how she'd milked the sap from his prick with her trembling fingers.
"That's just too big for a human female to take," Gayle breathed. In the moonlight, her aunt's curvy ass and bouncing tits seemed very erotic. It was as if she were working the big dog up into some kind of fury. He was barking and licking at his mistress. Gayle didn't think he'd notice her if she stood out in plain sight. He was intent on burying that throbbing cock into the warm, soft, slickness of Ann Marie's pussy.
"Oh, you want to fuck me bad, don't you?" Ann Marie whispered to the huge animal.
The dog barked his reply and tried to wrestle his red-headed lover down. But she just laughed and spun away from him. The dog whined and came up on all fours to sniff her red-haired cunt. Ann Marie let him, parting her thighs so that the dog's tongue rode along the full length of her dripping crevice. Gayle squeezed her small tits, almost feeling what it would be like to be sucked like that. She knew. It had happened to her.
"Mmmm, you're making me want it too," Ann Marie whispered to the Great Dane. "Maybe it's time, my marvelous Captain Marvel!"
Dancing away again, Ann Marie headed for the low dock. It started on dry land and was only a few feet above the level of the sand. Ann Marie put a towel on the rough boards and sat there, her knees spread. The Great Dane came up and began to smear her already wet cunt with more hot saliva. He was really eating her up and Gayle could see that the rubbing friction was having an effect on her aunt.
Now Ann Marie was reaching under the dog's belly, teasing his cock with her fingers. She jacked it and rubbed it and pinched the swollen tip until the Great Dane rumbled in his throat and pumped his ass like he was already fucking her. His balls swung heavily and Ann Marie caught them and squeezed them too!
"You lovely big hunk of raw meat!" She licked her lips. "If I wasn't so hungry for a good fucking, I'd get down and suck you off."
The dog barked as if he almost understood her. Ann Marie let his cock go and leaned back. She was sitting on the very edge of the dock, knees parted, cunt stretched wide.
As the big dog jumped forward, his paws pushed Ann Marie's shoulders down onto the dock. Gayle's eyes widened as she saw his cock, glistening with juice, swing forward. The glossy knob slapped between her aunt's swollen cuntlips, and with a quick lunge he buried it.
"Yaaaahhhhh!" Ann Marie grunted, her red hair flying as she tossed her head excitedly, "Ohhh, baby, that's so nice and hard and hot!"
Gayle knew exactly what she was talking about. Her own hands had been around that big cock of Captain Marvel's. It was hot! And slick! And most of all, hard!
"Ohhhhh fuck me, baby, do it nice… uhhhh, ohhhhh it's getting pretty deep already. Easy… easy now…"
The dog looked magnificent. Even though shocked and ashamed at her own excited reactions, Gayle had to admit that Captain Marvel was erotic. His cock gleamed where it showed between the sheath and his buried knob. As he worked another inch into his mistress' cunt, his powerful ass trembled and he gave a series of rapid jerks that made Ann Marie's cunt juice squirt out from around the edges of her inner lips.
"Tight… ohhhh so tight!"
Yes, Gayle could hear how tight it was. Her aunt's velvety flesh sucked at the shiny pink surface of the dog's cock. In the moonlight she could easily see the way it pulled Ann Marie's cuntlips in toward her hole when the dog rammed. He licked the redhead's tits and face as he fucked her, his big paws still pinning her shoulders to the dock.