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"Mmmmpphh!" The blonde just managed to hush her cry of pleasure before it could
"Mmmmpphh!" The blonde just managed to hush her cry of pleasure before it could
give her away. The excitement of feeling her fingertip circling her swollen clitoris made her reel. She had to reach up and cling to the doorknob for support. But still, her hand kept ministering to her hungry cunt. It was the fleeting motion of the hand reaching for the doorknob that let May know she was not alone. She had thought Lacey was sound asleep. She had even peeked into her room to make sure. Then, she had lured the black dog into her bedroom and helped him mount her, so he could drive away the lingering pangs of lust left over from her afternoon with Spike. May's first response was panic. Now Lacey knew about her most secret perversion! Would she be so shocked and revolted that she would never again trust May? As the dog's sound stroking rhythm continued to massage her wet clinging cunt, May gradually relaxed. If Lacey were really horrified, she would not be kneeling outside the door, watching. So, the truth must be that the young blonde was excited by what she was witnessing. Perhaps her pretty golden snatch was right now seeping moisture! That thought appealed to the very core of May's erotic soul. If Lacey were out there watching her, the best thing she could do, she decided, was give her a good show. Maybe she had unexpectedly stumbled upon the way to her boarder's heart... and body. The brunette's pulse pounded through her veins as she ground her buttocks wantonly back against the dog's furry loins. Knowing that Lacey was watching her made her earlier excitement increase to gigantic proportions. She moaned like a bitch in heat, reaching out for the solid dog-cock with her pussy-muscles and sucking it deep up inside. "Oooooohhhh... uuuuuuhhhh... yeah, Pogo! Screw me with your big hard cock!" Trembling in her hiding place outside the door, Lacey pushed her groping finger back |
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along her pussy-slit. She found her wet open cunt just as Pogo's cock soared once again
along her pussy-slit. She found her wet open cunt just as Pogo's cock soared once again
far up into May's twat. Her finger bored deep up inside, driving her breath away, sending wave upon wave of sweet agony through her kneeling body. "Oh May..." she murmured in her dazed arousal. "I feel so good!" The two women writhed out their mounting excitement, each on her own side of the bedroom door. Lacey was not aware of it, but her breathing was growing louder and louder. Little moans escaped through her parted lips as her fingers massaged her moist pussy all the way up to her cervix. Despite her own involvement with Pogo's cock, May heard the younger woman's sighs. She was listening for them. They brought new pangs of pleasure to her wide-splayed cunt, radiated them out through her entire quaking body. "Mmmmmm... ooo oohhh... mmmmmmm..." Lacey was far too absorbed now in the pursuit of her solitary pleasure to waste a hand on the doorknob. While her fingers drove in and out of her pussy, she used her free hand to massage her breasts through the thin material of her nightgown. She could feel her nipples leaping to pert erection under her touch. They began to pulse with excitement, setting up a direct line of stimulus with her wet open cunt. She reached down to her clitoris, rubbing the little bud to pained erection in time to the stroking of Pogo's stiff red cock. The teenager could almost feel now that it was she who was taking that big cock up into her snatch. Revolting as the idea had seemed a short while ago, now it began to have a lurid fascination for the runaway wife. She wondered how it must feel, to have her pussy filled so deep, with such ruthless energy. May liked it. If May liked it, maybe it would be all right... All thought fled Lacey's mind as she watched the dog begin to rut more feverishly |
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forward. May was responding by driving harder backward. It was obvious they were
forward. May was responding by driving harder backward. It was obvious they were
both making the final climb to orgasm. "Aaaiiiiieeee... Pogo, baby, I'm cummmmmingg-g! Ooooohhh, I love to feel you shooting into me!" The perversity of what was happening before her glazed eyes shocked an orgasm out of Lacey. "Aaaaaahhhh..." It took a supreme effort of will power for the girl not to cry aloud. She clung desperately to her pussy-mound while wave after overwhelming wave of pleasure washed through it. She could hear May still moaning on the bed, and again she felt the perverted urge to kiss her, be close to her. Afraid that May might let the dog out any time now, Lacey crept on shaky legs back down the hall to her bedroom. When she lay back down on her cozy four-poster bed, she was hoping she might wake up to learn that all that had just happened was a dream. But a touch of her wet sated pussy shot her hopes out from under her. Her greedy cunt was undeniably real. |
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Chapter
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Lacey was still in bed when it came time for May to leave for the Saturday morning art class she taught at the local school. The brunette was a little nervous about how the blonde would feel about last night in the cold light of day. She left a note and some cinnamon rolls on the kitchen table and hurried off to her class. As soon as she heard May's car pull away, Lacey wrapped herself in her robe and went downstairs. She was starving, but she hadn't been ready to meet May. She hadn't had time yet to sort out the previous night's lurid details. If she had talked to May now, she was sure the brunette would know everything she had done from the embarrassed blush on her face. She devoured cinnamon rolls and coffee and read May's note: "Dear Lacey. Happy Saturday morning! Hope you're feeling great after your long night's sleep. I'm looking forward to lunch and a nice long talk when I get home. Take care. Love, May." The note helped Lacey relax. May really did like her and care about her. Why should she worry about trying to impress her? May would accept her... just as she was learning to accept May, even with the sordid knowledge she had gained last night. A violent throbbing in her pussy ushered in vivid memories of May's naked ass, squirming back to meet the thrusts of the big dog's long hard cock. For a moment, Lacey tried to drive the thoughts from her mind. But they enveloped her, engrossed her. She found herself enjoying them... Lost in her dreamworld Lacey was startled back to reality by an urgent banging at the screen door. She rushed over to find Pogo wagging his tail at her, waiting to be let inside. "Hi, Pogo. You hungry, boy?" |
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Her first sight of the dog made her nervous. She was remembering how he had looked
Her first sight of the dog made her nervous. She was remembering how he had looked
hunching over May's eager body. She was thinking of Pogo as a wild Don Juan. But his eager barks and licks reminded the girl that this was after all just a dog. She didn't have to be afraid of him Pogo had no more idea of the significance of what she had seen last night than the chair did. He was just a dog! She knew how to handle dogs. Lacey watched fascinated as Pogo devoured a large can of meat chunks with gravy. She watched his mouth wrestle with the hunks of meat. She watched the way his long pink tongue darted out to lap up the gravy. He made dog food look like the most delicious thing on earth. She remembered the enthusiasm he had displayed as he drove his cock again and again and again far up into May's welcoming pussy. It was the same kind of enthusiasm he was showing now for the food. Lacey reflected that that was perhaps the major factor that separated animals from humans - an eager, guilt-free appreciation of the pleasures of the senses. It was only when someone forgot to be guilty and learned to enjoy sex wholeheartedly that he was eligible to be termed a sexual "animal". Without really realizing what was happening, Lacey was getting more and more excited as she watched Pogo eat. Her brain kept making associations between the way the dog had screwed May last night, and the way he was eating now. She grew mesmerized by his long agile tongue. It moved so quickly, so eagerly. Her pussy was getting hotter and wetter underneath her nightclothes. Last night's episode had left Lacey very vulnerable to sensuality. It was almost as if her brain had been supercharged with erotic input. Instead of coming down from her perverted arousal, she was experiencing the excitement all over again. Her cunt was demanding |
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attention. She was hot!
attention. She was hot!
Confident that she would be alone in the house for the next couple of hours, Lacey pulled her nightie and robe up over her hips and spread her thighs just a little. She was sitting on a kitchen chair, continuing to watch the dog. Her hand was moving down to her open crotch almost as if it had a life of its own. She didn't want to think too hard about what she was doing. But she wanted her cunt to feel good... she wanted it so bad. "Uuuuhhh!" She closed her eyes and exhaled deeply. Her mouth turned up at the corners in a wistful little smile of pleasure. The dog had finished eating now, and he sat watching her with interest. She was aware of nothing but the way her fingertips were caressing her swelling clitoris. Her breath came in short sharp gasps. Her thighs parted a little farther. Her ass slid farther forward on the wooden chair. She was getting into the forbidden solitary world of self-love. So preoccupied was she by what she was doing, she didn't even notice the dog's approach. She was unaware of his eyes watching her hand on her pussy from less than an arm's length away. The first sign she had of Pogo's interest was the feel of the long slick tongue licking up her open cunt-furrow. "Aaaiiiiiieeeeee! Oh my God-d-d!" Her eyes flew open. She gazed uncomprehending for a moment at the dark head of the big dog, poised between her thighs. She watched the pink tongue snake out... and again she was hit by an incredible onslaught of pleasure. "Uuuuuuuuunnnhhh!" In a flash of recognition, Lacey realized what Pogo was doing to her was like a dream come true. She had been watching his tongue while he ate. She had felt shivers running up and down her spine, attacking her moist pussy. If her mind had not seen it at first, |
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her body had recognized the perfect instrument for her own pleasure. The dog's tongue
her body had recognized the perfect instrument for her own pleasure. The dog's tongue
was bringing her a kind of excitement she had never known before. She had never let her husband eat her pussy. Yet here she was yielding to a dog's ardent tonguing! Coming to California, being around May, was wreaking some powerful changes in Lacey! The angelic-looking blonde was learning at last just what pleasure was all about! The blonde's shapely buttocks rested on the very edge of the kitchen chair now. Her head lolled back against it, her blonde curls tossing to left and right as she squirmed under the dog's voracious attention. Her nightclothes were all the way up around her waist. Her pussy was wide open to the big beast. Lacey was in a forbidden world of stolen sensual delights. "Oooooohhh... that's nice, Pogo!" Pogo's tongue showed the same enthusiasm for Lacey's pussy as it had shown a few minutes before for the meat gravy. It prodded the girl's hidden sphincter, making her squeal and wriggle with delight. It worked up over her dilated cunt-hole that seeped thick juices of her arousal. It attacked her clitoris, making it grow even harder in the fury of her lust. Lacey had abandoned all reservations about responding to her depravity. Pogo had what she needed, and she was going to take it... every last millimeter of his long twisting tongue was welcome to her hungering twat. As she moaned before the hard-working beast, Lacey entertained bold pictures of how May had looked last night, taking the dog's cock up into her open pink pussy. She could feel the juices surging from her own cunt as she imagined how May would feel, if it were May sitting right now in this chair, letting the dog tongue her gash. She felt a secret sensual bond to the older woman, knowing they were sharing a perversion, a passion for a dog. The deeper Pogo's tongue penetrated her pussy, the more she thought about that hard cock of his, wondering how it would feel... |
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"Oh... lick me, Pogo! Lick my pussy!" She wriggled her cunt into his face, begging for
"Oh... lick me, Pogo! Lick my pussy!" She wriggled her cunt into his face, begging for
more and deeper thrusts of his sleek tongue. She could feel his tongue molding itself against the contours of her excitement-slickened pussy. It slipped a little way into her pussy each time it passed over it. The pressure against her cunt-walls made her whine in frustration. "Oh, deeper, Pogo!" For the first time since she had left her husband, Lacey was sharing passion, was experiencing the gut-level excitement that could find its seed in her belly and blossom out through her whole being. It shamed her a little to admit it, but she knew she had never really been this excited with her husband. Maybe she had never had the time to bridge the gap between a virgin's fear and a hungry woman's need. But, the time she had spent making love to herself, then watching May with the dog, had opened new channels in Lacey. The passion was flowing higher and deeper. She was beginning to recognize her appetites and to long to fill them. Her eyes remained closed as she gripped Pogo's head and pulled his face closer into her twat. Mewling like an abandoned creature, she screwed her cunt into his tongue, taking the pleasure that he was eager to give her. She humped her buttocks up off the chair, jacking herself off on Pogo's muzzle, driving her clitoris against his cold nose. "Ooooohhh... yeahh-h... I need it like that, Pogo!" Even in the midst of her animal-like passion, Lacey's face still looked innocent as an angel's. The wanton writhing of her body, made her a fallen angel. She was learning what she needed and what she could have. She was hell-bent on reaping the harvest of her awakening body. She could feel the darts stabbing her here, there and everywhere. She was being immersed in sensation. Despite all the warning signals, she was still surprised when she opened her mouth to wail out her victory. "God-d-d... Po-o-g-o-o! I'm cummmmminggg!" |
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The animal's tongue continued to work its way over her spasming cunt. She gurgled
The animal's tongue continued to work its way over her spasming cunt. She gurgled
happily, relishing the aftermath of her astounding climax. When at last she opened her eyes, there was a new reality waiting for her. Pogo's cock was protruding from its sheath. It was long and hard and red. The dog was hot for her! |
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Chapter
Chapter
"Ooohh, Pogo!" Lacey couldn't take her eyes off the bright cock. In the sated afterglow of release, her inhibitions were at ease. She allowed herself free rein to think about what it would be like to feel that big cock up in her pussy. Her imagination inspired her cunt. It began to throb lustily. Before she could back down, Lacey made the decision that would change the course of her life. She stumbled into the living room, coaxing the dog to follow her. The drapes were drawn from the night before. Here, she could indulge her perversion to her heart's content, with no fear of being seen. While Pogo made himself comfortable on the rug, Lacey did something she had never done before. She went to the liquor cabinet and poured herself a generous glassful of Scotch, which she downed in one long swallow. At once, the liquid warmed her belly and fired her senses. It gave her the last ounce of courage she had been lacking. Feeling intensely bold and reckless, Lacey pulled her nightgown and her robe over her head. She stood naked before the watchful eye of the dog, caressing her out thrusting tits, relishing the building anticipation in her belly. Pogo walked over and nosed her blonde pussy-triangle questioningly. There was no doubt the big dog knew what that was for. His cock protruded from his loins, hard and rigid as ever. Lacey realized he was ready when she was. Trembling from the effects of the Scotch and her rising arousal, the blonde positioned herself on hands and knees, the way May had been last night. She waved her ass in the dog's face, encouraging him to follow nature's lead. "Yes, Pogo! I want it, darling! I want you to do it to me!" |
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