Janet McCoy - Angie_s dog orgy

Angie realized there was a strong element of masochism in these new titillating feelings she was experiencing, and for a moment she felt ashamed that she should revel in her own humiliation. But on the other hand, she reminded herself, sadomasochism was another aspect of sensuality, one she hadn't really investigated so far.

As the pain in her asshole gradually abated, just as Bailey had predicted it would, she began to actually take joy from the idea of her own humiliation, her own total subjugation to another's perverted will. She was beginning to enjoy the concept of being fucked brutally in the ass – and simultaneously she was beginning to enjoy the reality of Bailey's relentless bestial screwing. Her bung was starting to feel incredibly stimulated, and now Angie's butt began rotating backward in orgiastic acceptance of Bailey's buggering prick.

Once again Angie contemplated the stiff, bright-red length of the dog's hard prick with hungry desire, and she bent forward to again enclose his whole cock up in her mouth. Like a woman gone wild, she sucked hungrily at the engorged cock, her head working up and down its slick, distended length in obscene tempo to the hard, relentless fuck-strokes into her newly initiated asshole. For a moment her mouth again abandoned Jethro's cock, so she could look back over her shoulder at Bailey.

"Jesus, it feels good, you fucking bastard! Screw my ass, if that's what you want! Fuck me! I love it! I love it!"

Driven to new heights of wanton sensuality by her own lewd words, Angie again clamped her flushed pink lips over the dog's cock and reestablished the sucking rhythm that she hoped would bring the whimpering dog to orgasm. She wanted to feel his hot jism shooting into the back of her throat. She wanted to swallow every last drop of the animal's sperm, to revel in her own depraved sensuality by taking all Jethro's load into her throat while Bailey emptied his spunk into her forever stretched asshole.

It suddenly occurred to Angie that her present situation was almost the reverse of the one she'd experienced in the forest the other day with Jethro fucking her cunt while she sucked Tim's cock. Now it was the dog's cock she was sucking, while the man fucked her, only this time her asshole was experiencing the hard-driving stimulation of a swollen cock, not her cunt.

She was impressed by her own boldness, her own wanton sexuality, as she realized there was indeed nothing she couldn't take without becoming hopelessly excited, thoroughly turned on. She was the total sensual woman, with no hole now virginal. She realized she'd only thought she was free before. Now she really was.

Suddenly Angie realized that what she most wanted to do now was to go home and share her new worldliness with Sally. Now their relationship could be all and more she'd ever hoped it could be. No jealousy, no possessiveness, just endless enjoyable sexuality.

Seized by a sudden intense happiness, Angie undulated her asscheeks furiously back to meet the powerful, stimulating fuck-strokes Bailey was directing far up into her tight asshole. It felt so good, so good, and Angie grunted abandonedly around the dog-cock in her mouth as her belly and butt pleaded for more of the exciting ass-fucking that was driving her to new summits of wanton sexual fantasy striving to swallow all Bailey's relentless prick in her tight-grasping asshole.

"God, baby, you are too much!" Bailey grunted through clenched teeth as he strove to meet the furious rotating tempo of the blonde's shapely butt. He had never seen a woman turn on to any kind of fucking the way this beauty was responding right now, and the thought that it was his own thick stiff prick ramming in and out of her ass that was turning Angie on like this drove him to a wild peak of abandon that the sexually inhibited male had never known before.

Bailey had spent an adult lifetime trying to find his own stride sexually, to discover the kind of erotic stimulation that would allow him to enjoy the intense arousal other people apparently experienced. Now his cock was palpitating with a fury he would never have dared dream of mere hours ago. And it was all thanks to this gorgeous, sexy blonde whom chance had brought into his life and lust had bound here for the best part of the last incredible week.

Sid could feel his cock growing steadily as it continued to stroke in and out of Angie's responsive asshole. In a moment, he realized he would enjoy an orgasm such as he had never known before, and he threw heart and soul into rushing out to meet this new overwhelming experience in sensuality.

Feeling the presence of Bailey's mercilessly skewering cock growing up in her dilated shitter, Angie felt some last switch of self-control slip into overdrive as her mouth pumped furiously up and down over Jethro's slippery dick and her ass swallowed Bailey's tool with superhuman abandon.

"Ohh, I'm coming! I'm coming, baby! Fuucckk!!" she heard the older man yell behind her even as she tasted the first drops of the dog's fiery jizz shooting into the back of her throat. The two males' release triggered her own orgasm, and for long moments there was nothing in her being but sheer skyrocketing sensation that triggered and exploded every hidden little nerve-ending in her entire quivering body.

"Mmmmmm!" she mewled happily around Jethro's spurting cock, swallowing greedily until the big dog's dick was sucked dry, only then letting herself slump forward against his belly in orgasmic exhaustion. She could feel Sid's convulsive seizures up behind her gradually abate as the big man fell forward on her, the last ounce of his climactic energy exhausted.

"First-class, baby. You are really a top-drawer babe, you know that?" Sid complimented her, then lapsed into silence as all three orgiasts let the revitalized strength of sexual satisfaction seep into their exhausted limbs and bellies.

Jethro, Sharon, Tim and Sid were all gathered around Angie out by her big Buick. They were there to say good-bye and all four experienced their own little pangs of sorrow as they realized just how much they owed to this generous, sensual California woman. The thought they might never see her again was painful to each of the three humans, and even Jethro was whimpering slightly, sensing that the pretty lady was going away and realizing intuitively that he would miss her.

It was past nine o'clock on Sunday evening, and Angie was determined to get away tonight, although Sid, Tim and Sharon had all done their best to persuade her to stay just one more night. She was going to miss her newfound friends and lovers, but she felt that she must get back to Sally as soon as possible, to establish that things were going to be all right between them, and to share her incredible recent experiences with her lovely girlfriend. She could no longer stand the suspense of being out of touch with Sally, of not knowing how things were with the other woman.

Angie shuddered to recall how cruel she'd been the last time she saw Sally, and she wanted to make up for that thoughtlessness as soon as possible. She needed to reconfirm the old roots. It was fun to get away and meet new friends and enjoy new experiences, but home and old-established loved ones were still best.

With lots of hugs and kisses and promises of future visits all around, Angie got into her car and drove quickly off, her eyes misty with the sad-happy pain of parting.

"Quite a woman," Sid Bailey muttered as Angie drove off. "I don't think any of us will be quite the same now that we've met her."

Nodding silent agreement, Tim and Sharon stood arm in arm, watching the Buick disappear into darkness. Jethro barked two short sharp barks of farewell that echoed and died in the cold desert night.

It was almost dawn when Angie pulled up in front of the frame house she and Sally shared. All seemed dark inside, peaceful, quite the same as usual. Angie felt little tingles of apprehension inside as she emerged from the car and headed for the back door. For the first time, it occurred to her that perhaps Sally wouldn't want her back. Maybe the pretty brunette had discovered that she preferred life on her own. Feeling suddenly anxious about her reception, Angie let herself quietly into the house.