Janet McCoy - The wife_s new pet

The abandoned woman imagined how she must look, bent over the couch, surrendering her ass and her hungry pussy to the big dog. She could see in her imagination the dark paws digging into her smooth white flesh. The image made her weak with passion. She felt she had become utterly depraved. And, rather than regretting her lost innocence, with the courage of the alcohol, she could revel in her new wanton sensuality.

Goaded by her abandoned squirming, Nugget struggled mindlessly up behind her, trying to keep up his hard-skewering pace into her hot clinging pussy-depths. His tongue lolled from his mouth as he slaved over the woman. From time to time, a drop of saliva would fall onto her back. It gleamed on her fair skin in lewd testimony to their combined depravity. A pearly dewdrop of lust.

As the noon sun beat down on the trailer in its lonely outpost, woman and dog gyrated together, panting with the fury of their exertion. The woman moaned non-stop as the dog's filling cock drove her to unexplored peaks of arousal. Ellie had become totally a creature of the senses. She was operating on the same level as the dog himself. She was striving for the elusive promise that hovered just over the horizon.

"Screw me! Screw me, Nugget!" she demanded savagely. "Make me cum! I want to cum!"

So engrossed were the two in their urgent writhings, they didn't hear the sound of approaching footsteps.

Greg made no attempt to conceal his approach until he heard the first wails of pleasure emanating from the Jones' trailer. He crept forward until he reached the door. Falling to his knees, he looked through the gap in the bright-yellow curtain at the lust-inspiring scene inside.

"Make me cum! I want to cum! Ooooohhh, Nugget!" Despite his wide range of experience, Greg had never seen a woman who looked more utterly abandoned than the disheveled blonde kneeling against the couch, fucking the German Shepherd. Her clothes were disarrayed, her skirt was pushing up over her hips to give the dog room. Her jaw hung slackly open. Her whole face was tense with lewd expectancy. It wouldn't be long, Greg knew, before her features would dissolve in the relaxing spell of orgasm.

Almost the moment Greg laid eyes on the woman, his cock sprang up against the restraining material of his pants. Ever since he had seen Ellie naked and squirming in front of her husband's cock, he had had the hots for the delicious blonde. Only his loyalty to Hank, and the woman's refusal to respond to his mild overtures, had kept him off her. It was even possible sometimes to forget the way his cock had pounded while he fucked Wanda and imagined her pussy belonged to the lovely young wife.

But now he would never be able to forget how much he wanted her. Now that he knew what a depraved sensualist she really was. Somehow she had gotten her hands on the same dog Wanda liked to fuck. His eyes twinkled. Had Wanda herself introduced the woman to her bestial passion? Good old Wanda, he thought. She's done us both a favor.

It was all he could do to remain in his hiding place, watching the long dog-cock skewer that clinging pink hole. His instinct was to rush in there, to drive off the dog and sink his own cock deep into her cunt. But he wanted to watch just a little longer – and to surprise her at the moment when she was most vulnerable.

Both the dog and the woman were writhing against one another with mounting frenzy. Greg was fascinated by the lurid sight of the soft pink flesh swallowing up that long hard animal-cock. It had been one thing to watch Wanda screw a dog. But the young blonde, with her pouting lips, looked so innocent, even in her depravity. It was particularly titillating to watch her surrendering eagerly to the animal's lusty assault.

Suddenly her face went slack, her eyes grew wide with astonishment. "Ooooohhh! God, I'm-cummmm-ng-g-g!" She squirmed her shapely ass ferociously back at the dog's hairy loins. The animal thrust forward just as fiercely. Greg realized that he too was cumming.

He gave them only time enough for the dog to dismount the trembling blonde. Then he opened the trailer door and walked in. The dog took one look at the man, and he made a quick run for freedom. Greg closed the door after him.

"Hi, Ellie. I thought I'd drop by and see how you were making out. I didn't know you'd be making out with a dog." He laughed softly at the confused, distressed look on the woman's face. "Don't sweat it, Ellie. I'm liberal."

Through the haze of her drink-and-lust-fuddled brain, Ellie tried to cope with this new input. She had just been discovered in her depravity by her neighbor, her husband's best friend, the man she had had a crush on for the last month. She felt too frightened to plea for understanding… too hopeless to experience shame. She was naked, exposed before this handsome man. Whichever way the scene went from here, it didn't bode well for her troubled marriage.

"Go away," she told him in a flat voice. "Hank's not here. I need some time alone, to think." She crawled up onto the couch and stretched out. She didn't even bother to cover her cum-stained cunt.

"You may be able to think at a time like this, baby, but I can't." He rubbed his swollen groin meaningfully. With methodical precision, he removed his clothes. Naked, he walked slowly toward the couch. She hadn't said a word all during his strip. But her eyes had conveyed first fear, then resignation and now a vivid fascination. She was staring at his swaying erection that led Greg toward her like a divining rod. No man had ever been hungrier for pussy than Greg Bantam was right now.

He straddled her body on the couch. His cock-tip delved between her thighs looking for the soft wet hole.

A new wanton excitement was building inside Ellie as she watched the man prepare to enter her. It was almost as if she were an observer in a crazy, non-stop dream – a dream that was tracing the progress of an innocent young wife through one raunchy initiation after another. After all she had been through, the fact that she was about to screw the man she had been coveting – against her will – for weeks seemed no more than a fitting culmination to an unbelievable dream.

Like a sleepwalker, she held up her arms to embrace the man as his cock drove deep into her hot wet pussy.

The hard filling presence of his turgid cock wrenched Ellie's mind decisively away from the illusion of dreaming. There was nothing dreamlike about the way his prick thrust deep into her cunt, battering her cervix. Or the way her cunt-walls rippled around its receding girth as he pulled out of her, then clasped him again as he returned home. This was no dream. This was hard, compelling reality. Joyous reality. Pure pleasure.

"Oooooohhhh God-d-d!" Once again, Ellie abandoned the clouds of gloom and disaster that had assailed her conscience. Once again, she was open to the captivating excitement of the reality that surrounded her. "Oh yessss! Do it to me! Do it to meeee!"

That was exactly what Greg intended to do. To fuck her until she was pleading for mercy. Until she had learned the superior talents of a human cock, well handled. He hated to see a voluptuous beauty like this one wasting her many charms on a brute beast. With lusty enthusiasm, he drove his aching cock deep into her clasping cunt-channel. He groaned as he felt her soft tissues spasm around his cock, caressing him with a hot buttery glove of pleasure.

"Christ, this is some pussy you've got, baby!"

"Ooooohh! Uuuuuhhh! Your cock feels good in me!" After the more slender girth of a dog-cock, the man's thick prick felt intensely satisfying in her greedy, dilated hole. She felt wide open now as she surrendered at last to the brute reality of her new broadened sexuality. Nevermore would one man, one cock, be enough for Ellie Jones. She had learned what it was like to be filled again and again and again with all variety of cocks, human and animal. Each with its own particular technique, its own particular turn-on. There wasn't one she could imagine giving up now. Not even old Jim's. After all, when it came right down to it, Jim had known how to screw her as well as any. He had gotten her off. That was what was important now: to get off!