Janet McCoy - Angie_s dog orgy

"Jeez!" he whispered under his breath. "You broads are really something. I just hope I can keep up with the both of you."

"It won't be easy," Angie laughed, overhearing the man's quiet declaration. "But once you get tuned in on being a totally erotic person, I think your body will handle it from there. Just groove on what's happening, baby!"

That was all the thought Angie had for the human male for the moment, as she now held Saxon's cock firmly at the entrance to Sally's ass and waited for the dog to lunge forward.

With unerring instinct, Saxon sensed the cushiony opening before him and thrust forward, managing to sink his cock the first couple of inches up into the resisting rubbery depths of the woman's untried bung. Not having a human's capacity for self-control, he began to shove his cock forward, in hard lunging strokes, until his whole prick was buried balls deep up in the brunette's ass.

Once the penetration was complete, Saxon unhesitatingly began to plunge his prick in and out of Sally's asshole, pulling little folds of pink ass-flesh outward with his cock on the outstroke and then shoving far back up inside on the backstroke.

Angie was watching this incredible threesome with mouth hung open, tongue lolling from between her lips as she drank in the sight of Sally's lewdly penetrated shitter trying to adjust to the dog's ramming prick. She had never seen anything like it, and she thrust her butt lustfully back to meet Harry's tireless fingers as the excitement in her belly built to steadily rising peaks.

"Oh, Angie! Ooh Angie!" Sally was moaning again and again, trying to adjust her position to ease the shocking pain that had invaded her vulnerable asshole passage. "It hurts, Angie!" she mewled, her face already contorting in a perverse lust that actually reveled in her pain and humiliation.

Unknown to Angie, Sally had been used to masturbating by shoving a finger up into her bung as well as into her cunt, visualizing herself getting double-fucked just as she was now. She had always been something of a masochist, and now Angie had fulfilled her most vivid desire – to be totally dominated, thoroughly invaded by hard relentless cock-flesh.

Sally began to moan loudly into the erotic hush of the room, her whole body shuddering in whorish abandon as she reveled in the hard, tapered dog-cock skewering far up into her pain-racked asshole and the smooth, thick man-cock filling her wet hungry pussy. She wanted this more than anything she had ever wanted before, and her wild hip undulations indicated she was going to do everything in her power to see all three of them to an unforgettable climax.

Angie could not believe how quickly her girlfriend had responded to this lewd double-fucking. She couldn't imagine that any woman could be turned on that quickly to something so initially painful. Then she realized that Sally must be a masochist, must like to experience pain, which by its very welcome nature was immediately transformed by her craving body into a kind of cruel pleasure.

Angie began to understand why Sally had to go out and compulsively chase men, men who would treat her like dirt both during and after their screwing. She needed to be punished, she craved it, and Angie had unconsciously fulfilled her deepest desires.

The aroused blonde was pleased that she was helping her lovely girlfriend work out her sexual hang-ups. Perhaps once she had realized this perverted fancy, Sally would be ready to accept sensuality more openly, for the sheer pleasure of it rather than for the pain and degradation. If not, well that was her bag, and whatever turned Sally on would be just fine with Angie.

Angie wanted them to share everything, but everything together from now on. Fucking men, dogs, each other, whatever came along. They would be afraid of nothing. They would take on all comers. Theirs would be total complete, unquestioning sensuality.

Harry was in a trancelike state of wanton arousal as he lay on the bed, agonizingly aware that he was sharing a woman's body with a dog. He could feel the presence of the dog's cock through the thin membrane that separates asshole and cunt, and he strove mightily to try to keep up with the dog's compulsive, staccato fuck-rhythm. He was so intensely aroused by what was happening to him this morning, that for a while he forgot all about his fingers up inside the blonde's cunt. But Angie's impatient hip rotations reminded him of his oversight and he began to ram his fingers harder and faster up into the woman's craving fuck-hole.

Angie was beside herself with arousal as she watched the two cocks fucking her girlfriend, and she raised up so she could again kiss Sally in a long, throaty, sensual kiss that sealed the bond of the incredible sexual experience they were sharing. All her love, all her lust, all her need was stored in that kiss, and it was several moments before the women's mouths parted, their tongues darting out for one parting dueling encounter.

"Sally, you're so beautiful," Angie told her girlfriend in lusty admiration of her sensual response to the double-fucking she was getting.

"Oh, it feels good now, Angie, so good!" Sally replied, undulating her hips greedily for more of the hard-driving cocks, her body still somewhat surprised to find that it was experiencing nothing now but pure, unadulterated pleasure. The last perverse tingles of pain had fled long ago, leaving the excited woman soaring high on a sensation-bound trip toward heaven.

"I think I'm going to come, Angie! It feels so goooood!"

Angie watched her girlfriend's eyes grow wide with dazed excitement as her whole body shivered and shuddered in the uncontrollable paroxysms of orgasm.

"Saxon's coming in my asshole, Angie!" the orgasmically excited Sally cried to her friend as her body continued to fly high on the summit of total release.

Hearing that the woman riding him was coming and feeling the dog's cock going off up inside her asshole, Harry came, filling the room with his uninhibited bellows as he jerked and jerked and jerked again, filling Sally's cunt with hot jets of fuck-juice.

Angie even experienced her own orgasm just from Harry's fingers up inside her twat, as she tuned in on the force and intensity of the other three's climaxes to find her own skyward route to momentary paradise.

"Jeez, this had been one hell of a night, ladies," Harry muttered as he strove to get to his feet.

Angie caught him off-balance and pulled him back down onto the bed. "Where do you think you're going, honey?" she asked the big man. "You've got a few more tasks to perform before you're free to go." And the excited blonde fell on his cock and began to suck it to renewed hardness.

"I've got to get to work," Harry protested feebly.

"You've got your work cut out for you right here," Sally told him, catching Angie's mood and positioning her dripping pussy over Harry's face. "A day at home in bed never hurt any man."

"Not yet," Harry agreed resignedly, darting out his tongue to lap at her hardening clit.

Nick Petrushka had been reading meters now for close to twenty years, and he figured he had the job aced. In fact, to the point where it actually had become quite boring. Same old round – ring the doorbell, lady in scruffy slippers and bathrobe, curlers in her hair, lets you in, you read the numbers, and you're gone. That's all there was to it. Every work day for nineteen years and seven months.

Here we go again, Nick sighed to himself as he headed up the walk towards the attractive yellow frame house that was next on his route. Actually this particular route was new to Nick, but everything, everybody on it so far had been so much like the old familiar places and faces that it didn't seem to make much difference. He'd asked for a new route to ease the boredom, but it hadn't worked. Maybe it's time I looked for a new career, he thought glumly as he rang the doorbell.