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She smiled lazily up at him. "Mm-hum?"
She smiled lazily up at him. "Mm-hum?"
"Don't forget now. You made me a promise!" "Spike Mitchell, you're a two-timing, son-of-a-bitching bastard! You know that promise isn't worth a skunk's fart!" She wasn't really angry. She was just going through the motions. That was the way she and Spike liked it. As for the promise, well... they'd just have to wait and see what happened. May felt too good to worry about it now. |
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tits into a state of throbbing arousal. Her nipples grew long and hard as little pencils.
tits into a state of throbbing arousal. Her nipples grew long and hard as little pencils.
They shone red and I inflamed with the obscene coating of the animal's saliva. "Ooooohh, Friar... lick my titties, baby! You make me feel so good!" Her hands cupped her heavy breasts from underneath and held them up for more of the dog's taunting attentions. Scarcely realizing she was doing it, Jay began to make little circling motions with her red-thatched pussy. She rocked her cunt insistently upward, looking for the tongue that still hovered up over her breasts. As she squirmed in abandoned surrender beneath the dog's tongue, Jay was visited by a sudden vivid image of her handsome young brother. Kenny had always been a bit of a prude. He had acted superior and a little disgusted when she made jokes about jacking off. Several times, he had tried to lecture her about her wanton ways, though she was half a dozen years older than he. Jay had laughed off his prudery, sure that sooner or later her baby brother would grow up. She wondered now if Kenny had grown up-grown up enough to understand that his big sister liked to screw her pet German shepherd! The thought of Kenny walking in on her while she was making love to Friar made her pussy flare wet and hungry. The perversity of what she was doing, the fantasy of her exhibitionism before her own brother, made her desperate to feel the dog's big cock up in her cunt. There was no doubt in her mind now. She and Friar would have to go through with what they had started. Reckless with desire, the beautiful redhead squirmed up on the bed until her cunt was poised right beneath the dog's tongue. Friar nosed her moist dewy slit for a moment. He circled round and positioned himself between Jay's thighs as she opened them wide for him. His tongue reached for her hairy crack and licked all the way up from her hidden asshole to her sensitive clitoris. |
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Chapter
Chapter
Her afternoon with Spike convinced May of something. Though she had rebelled against making him a fixture in her life, the man was important to her. Lacey, she knew, was an infatuation, an intense infatuation, but still nothing more. She had been something May had to have. It was good, and the older woman hoped it would last for a while yet. Someday though, Lacey would go on her way, off to live her own life. She was still practically a child - eighteen years old. Everything was waiting for her in the future. May and Spike had already been through quite a few rounds with life. They had developed their eccentricities and their preferences. They enjoyed what they did for a living, they enjoyed their evenings in the saloon, they enjoyed the unplanned torrid screws. When Lacey was gone, there would still be Spike and May. They were as much a part of the local scenery as the tall scraggly pines along the coast. Seen in this light, May began to relent in her views of Spike's attraction to Lacey. She could certainly understand the lure of the sweet-faced beauty. She had fallen for it too. She had been falling for it every night, when she and Lacey fell into each other's arms. At length, she began to be attracted by the possibility of having a threesome with Spike. He had suggested the idea, and May had promised to think it over. There was no doubt in her mind that Lacey was ready, whether the girl realized it or not. She had broken through most of the barriers left over from her life back east. All that remained was for Lacey to experience another man. After all this time, all this sensuality, the only man in her life was still Dave - and he was only a faded bitter memory. The brunette planned a little dinner party - for just her and Lacey and Spike. Lacey |
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"Aaaaaggghhhh! Oh... that's goo-o-o-d!" Jay's eyes were closed, her mouth relaxed in a
"Aaaaaggghhhh! Oh... that's goo-o-o-d!" Jay's eyes were closed, her mouth relaxed in a
dreamy smile. She started to hump the dog's snout with her eager twat; while in her mind's eye her brother looked on. Kenny's face in her vision wore an expression that hovered between shock and lust. Jolts of pleasure radiated from the woman's pussy throughout her naked receptive body. "Oooohhh, Friar... I've got to have more of that good loving, baby! Love me with your tongue, lover!" Her obscene words only increased her excitement. She realized how wanton, how whorish she was being. Her depravity thrilled her. Her cunt was soaking wet and wide open. The woman felt like she was ready to take on anyone or anything. She dared the watching dream-image of her brother to tell her 'no!' "I love it! I love it, you hear me! I love what Friar is doing to my pussy!" Groggily, she opened her eyes, only to be confronted by the rock-hard reality of Friar's cock protruding awesomely from its hairy sheath. As he greedily licked her pussy, the animal maneuvered around, so his loins were now within Jay's grasp. With trembling fingers, she reached for that tapered animal penis and began to stroke it with skilled masterful motions. "Your penis is so hard, baby! You want to screw me, Friar... don't you?!" Her bold words set up an answering throbbing in Jay's cunt. She became desperate for the screwing that her mind had prepared her for. The thought that at any moment her brother and sister-in-law might come knocking at the door made the thrill just that much more intense. Hers was forbidden, urgent lust. It demanded only a few brief minutes to sate its anguishing force. Jay left herself no time to think about what she was doing as she scrambled over onto hands and knees on the big bed. She waved her round ripe ass saucily in the air, |
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had run into Spike a couple of times already. May could see the blonde felt attracted to
had run into Spike a couple of times already. May could see the blonde felt attracted to
the handsome, easygoing older man. It was clear, too, though, that his strength, his sheer maleness, frightened Lacey. May thought an informal evening with good food and good booze should clear through the fear. From there, they could just see what happened. May prepared a Far-Eastern picnic and they ate on the floor in the living room. It was comfortable that way. They had lots of room to sprawl. The brunette was amused to see that Spike could not keep his eyes off the enticing furrow between Lacey's tits. The dress she wore showed them off to good advantage. That was something else May had done for Lacey - taught her how to dress so she didn't look like a preacher's daughter. "So how do you like it out here in California, all in all?" Spike was on his best manners. May was impressed. Lacey was enjoying him. The girl had let go enough to drink three glasses of wine. Spike had kept the glasses full and May had been keeping count, to amuse herself while the other two flirted. "Oh, I like it... very much! Everybody's so kind and friendly. It's not all uptight like it is back home!" Watching her wide-eyed enthusiasm made May's pussylips flare under her dress. She could imagine how that girlish innocence must be impressing Spike. When she looked at the girl really closely, May noticed there was something there that hadn't been there the first day Lacey knocked at her screen door. The brunette couldn't quite put her finger on it. But somehow Lacey didn't look quite so naive any more. There was a self-confidence that was turning the girl into a woman, that was melting down the barriers of the country-girl shyness. |
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inviting the dog to investigate her mysterious crack. His cold nose attacked the
inviting the dog to investigate her mysterious crack. His cold nose attacked the
vulnerable brown pucker of her sphincter, made her leap forward in trembling excitement. Friar took a couple of long luxurious licks over her upturned slit. Then, as if he had had enough of preliminaries and was ready for the real thing, he mounted the kneeling woman. Jay's heart beat like a sledgehammer. The dog's hard tapered cock slapped against her thighs as it lunged forward in search of her wet hole. Her whole being was tense and expectant. She concentrated on the delicious moment to come that would find Friar's long filling cock plunging deep up into her welcoming twat. A low whine emerged non-stop from between the redheaded beauty's lips. Like a homing device, it seemed to draw the dog's penis right in to its fleshy goal. His pointed cock-tip split wide her wet cunt-lips and charged far up inside her clinging warm passage. "Uuuhhh! Uuuuuhhhh! Oooooooohhh!" Jay's eyes closed. An eager pleased grin twisted her features. Without giving herself a moment's rest, she began to thrust her ass-cheeks back to meet the dog's urgent, fitful cock-batterings. His penis penetrated to the very depths of her belly, opened her wide. That wet hungry point of contact, her pussy, became the center of her universe. She slaved for all she was worth to satisfy the intense craving bursting from deep, deep inside. Like a machine, the dog strove to satisfy the rutting commands of instinct. His forepaws clutched at the woman's smooth hips as his cock plundered her pussy again and again in long, jolting strokes. "Jee-zuz... I feel so won-derful!" Heedless of all self-restraint, freed of even a twinge of shame or guilt, Jay let herself revel in the sheer depraved energy of being ruthlessly |
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"Yeah, California's a great place, isn't it? And you really lucked out, getting May for a
"Yeah, California's a great place, isn't it? And you really lucked out, getting May for a
landlady. She's just about the neatest lady in the whole county. The sexiest too... though she's had some pretty heavy competition since you moved in." Lacey blushed, but May knew Spike was making brownie points. By flattering May, he was winning Lacey's confidence. May blushed a little herself to think that Spike probably meant what he said about her. He was a galoot, but he was the most faithful admirer she had ever had. Spike got the women talking about movie stars and sex symbols. He started talking about some sexy movies he had seen. He was laughing raucously at his own stories. His voice was thick with drink and secret anticipation. The big man could hardly wait to sink his face between those soft billowing tits, popping out of Lacey's dress. The tension level in the room increased drastically when, while May was clearing away dishes, Spike slipped his hand up under Lacey's dress. His fingers caressed her thigh familiarly. Lacey tried to pull her leg away, but his next words froze her. "Best thing I ever saw though was this blonde chick getting screwed by a dog while she gave head to this good-looking brunette. And, would you believe it, Lacey, that wasn't even a movie!" The teenager was stupefied. Somehow, Spike knew about what she and May had done together! Her mind struggled to make the connection between the nice older man who had been so much fun all evening and this leering forward brute. He was looking at her as if she were already naked! "May!" she called feebly. She continued to try to push her dress down and force his hand away. The girl was still hoping that the situation could be saved by May's appearance. They could all pretend none of this had ever happened. She grew more and more nervous, the longer she waited in vain for May. May peeked carefully around the living room door. She felt guilty about leaving Lacey |
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skewered by her dog's penis. Her mind was too filled with sensation to think coherent
skewered by her dog's penis. Her mind was too filled with sensation to think coherent
thoughts, but from time to time the image of her brother's face floated back to haunt her. Each time Jay imagined she saw him, her arousal increased tenfold. Her ass-cheeks squirmed more recklessly. Her cries grew more passionate. The maid Nora had finished preparations for the evening meal and carefully set the dishes in the refrigerator. She had worked for the Bairds long enough to know there was probably something sexy afoot when one or both of them stayed in bed so late in the morning. As was her custom, Nora crept to the bedroom door and peeked through the crack to watch the activities inside. A shudder of excitement seized her belly as she saw her mistress grunting and shouting obscenities at the big dog as his red cock flashed in and out of her pussy. From her vantage point she could see the red pussy-hair that sparkled with drops of moisture. The pink flesh of Jay's cunt was barely visible as it clung to the German shepherd's cock-shaft on each outstroke. Nora tried to capture the sexy image for use later when she was at home in her little room, stroking her cunt to flaring arousal. She knew the Bairds thought of her as a sexless creature, and it pleased her to feed off their wanton spectacles in the privacy of her own bed. The things that went on in the Baird household far outstripped any fantasy Nora could have devised. Though she pretended to disapprove mildly of their boldness, in secret she admired their flaunting of convention. She liked to work for people who knew so well how to take their pleasure. Her hand stroked gently over her cotton print housedress as Nora watched her boss writhe more and more abandonly under the animal's pummeling. She stroked her breasts that trembled beneath the confinement of her bra. She reached further down to her cunt-mound. Even through the layers of clothing, her fingers were able to transmit |
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alone with Spike's drunken horniness, but she told herself it was ultimately all for the
alone with Spike's drunken horniness, but she told herself it was ultimately all for the
girl's own good. Lacey needed to experience a man other than her husband. She needed to learn to be receptive to a man the way she was with her and Pogo. Though Lacey might not know it right now, May had left her in the best hands she knew. If any man could teach a woman all she needed to know about herself and men, it was Spike. The brunette no longer felt jealous about leaving Lacey in Spike's hands. She had won her point of pride. She had been Lacey's lover first. Now, she was growing more and more excited by the prospect of watching the man win the girl over to the pleasures of his stiff talented cock. "No! Please don't do that!" Lacey was shivering with fright. Spike was pulling her dress up over her head, forcing her to get naked. Though the blonde had learned easily enough to share sexuality with the woman and the dog, she still balked at the idea of making love to a man just for kicks. She still associated a man's cock with marriage and true love. The way she had thought it was with Dave. The thought of her fickle husband made her feel more miserable than ever. If it weren't for him, she wouldn't be in a predicament like this. She felt mixed up, too drunk to really know how to handle the situation. All she wanted was to make Spike leave her alone. "May!" She struggled against his hands that were slowly methodically disrobing her. The way his hands held her down so easily, Lacey felt helpless as a fly in a spider's web. "What can I do?" she moaned in despair. "Relax and enjoy it, baby! And I wouldn't bother calling May if I were you. I think she had to go out for some coffee or something." He was enjoying the trembling despair on her face. The way her lower lip quivered made his cock ache painfully inside his pants. Spike was looking forward to changing the blonde beauty's misery into rousing ecstasy. He knew with self-confident certainty that she wouldn't be able to resist him once she |
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their excitement to her clitoris. Screwing a dog! How obscene it was! How terrible!
their excitement to her clitoris. Screwing a dog! How obscene it was! How terrible!
How exciting! As Nora watched, the dog's screwing rhythm grew more intense. Jay's entire body shuddered each time it was slammed forward by Friar's energetic thrusts. Several times, she was almost knocked right off balance. But she recovered long enough to start her momentum backward, when her buttocks reached back to coax the animal's cock back up into her eager twat. "Oh God, Friar! Screw me! Screw me, baby! I feel so good!" As long as she had worked for her employers, Nora had never once considered trying the dog herself, while the masters were away. But she loved to watch the beautiful redhead's tits bobble and shake as she rutted in heat with the big animal. She loved the lusty look that shone in Jay's eyes. Most of all, she loved to watch the younger woman's shapely ass-cheeks sway and careen, meeting blow for blow the force and passion of the dog's strokes. "Do it to her, Friar! Screw her!" she whispered as her hand continued to graze over her pussy-mound. The idea of her beautiful mistress taking oozing globs of the dog's cum up into her hot twat made her feel faint with excitement. "A little harder! A little harder! Oh yeah... like that!" Jay's cries became chants that indicated that the woman was beside herself with pleasure - just a short step away from the ultimate goal. Jay could feel the dog's cock-head seeming to stab deeper, to swell larger. She was so intensely aware of his penis's filling presence, it was as if her whole belly was stuffed with dog-cock. The lewd intrusion was forcing the passion from her cunt... driving her over the brink into heady orgasm. Suddenly, it was as if there were sparklers going off before the redhead's eyes. Her body trembled and quaked. Her mind |
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