Janet McCoy - Angie_s dog orgy

Enthused by this new game, Saxon crouched playfully on his front paws, his rear end wagging tirelessly in the air as he tried to nose his way in under the protective armor of Angie's clenched arms. His nose bored in at her side until it made sudden titillating contact with the sensitive surface of one partially concealed tit.

"Oh, Saxon!" Angie gasped, her cunt suddenly aquiver with the reviving heat of her earlier frustrated excitement. Almost without her willing it, her arms fell away from her chest and she rolled onto her back to give the dog easier access to her sensitive boobs. She gripped the dog's head to encourage him to pay more attention to her swelling jugs.

But Saxon needed no encouragement. As though he knew precisely what was expected of him, the German shepherd ran his long pink tongue wetly over first one lust-sensitized tit and then the other, the rough surface of his tongue driving Angie's nipples to hard, alert erection.

"That's it, boy! Yes… oh, yes, lick my tits like that, Saxon! It feels wonderful."

Angie's eyes had been closed for the last few moments, but they suddenly flew open as the animal's tongue made one particularly titillating swipe over her aching tit-peaks.

It was then that she caught first lewd sight of her own quivering nakedness splayed out wantonly beneath the massive working head of the German shepherd. Their image in the mirror overhead reminded Angie abruptly of the forbiddenness of this erotic play with an animal, even as her nerve endings responded more and more openly to the moist attentions at her boobs, crying for more of the maddening tonguing.

Seized with sudden shame even as her tits continued to respond to the avid licking, as her ass ground lewdly down into the satin spread, she reached over to the bedside table for what was left of her Manhattan and downed it greedily in one long swallow. The somewhat dizzying effect of the alcohol dulled her conscience for the moment, so she felt freer to concentrate on the wonderful sensations being drawn from her full quivering jugs by Saxon's strangely talented tongue.

Angie wanted more… more of the dog's wonderful licking… She wanted to feel that marvelous tongue all over her naked, horny body.

"That's right, Saxon. Yeah, that's the way, boy! You know I almost think I could come just from your doing this if you kept at it long enough."

Angie reached up to grab the pillows over her head, using them for support as she twisted and tossed her ripe sensitized body beneath the tirelessly licking dog.

"Oh, God! Oh, yes… it's beautiful! I've never felt so good! Saxon baby, you're the greatest!"

This time, in response to the writhing female's voice, Saxon raised his head from her boobs to again lap her face with a friendly frantic kiss. There was a difference now, though. Instead of giggling and turning her head away, Angie extended her own tongue in wanton response to the dog's caress, meeting his tongue in a depraved kiss.

"Oh, what a beautiful tongue!" she moaned abandonedly between kisses as she thrust her tits up to rub against the dog's thick soft fur, reaching a leg over momentarily so she could rub her cunt against Saxon's strong flanks. She clutched frenziedly at the pillows surrounding her head, sucking and lapping at the dog's tongue in a heated parody of healthy human passion.

As her pussy began to respond to the feel of the soft doggie fur rubbing against it, Angie suddenly knew exactly what she wanted. Her cunt simply could not bear to be neglected any longer. She had to feel that wonderful, long rough tongue working over her sensitive gash, satisfying the frustration that had been burning in her cunt for hours now.

She gripped Saxon firmly on either side of the head and guided him down to the pink moist slit that now lay in quivering anticipation of his attentions.

"Lick my pussy for me, Saxon. Be a good doggie. Your Angie needs it so bad. She needs someone to make her snatch feel good."

She was surprised by how quickly the dog got the idea of what she wanted, though she imagined her cunt had to be hot enough to be sending out some strong scent-signals of its own.

The dog's tongue lapped over her belly, probing excitingly into the little depression of her navel before it began to nuzzle at the sparse blonde hairs of her beaver. Holding her breath, she forced the dog's head down that little extra distance until his nose made wet, startling contact with the pert, moist nub of her clitoris, surprising it into quick erection.

"Oh, Saxon, that's where I need it, boy! Lick my pussy, honey. Lick it for Angie."

Excited by her own wanton arousal, she hunched her pussy-mound upward slightly to encourage the shepherd to probe deeper into her moist, pink split.

"Oh, Goddddd!"

At last the long rough dog-tongue was sliding excitingly over the waiting flaps of her trembling cunt-lips, driving the frustrated blonde to new heights of horny abandon.

"Jeez, it feels so fucking good! I don't believe how good your tongue feels! Lick my cunt, Saxon!"

Her whole body aquiver with lust, Angie looked down at the dark animal head burrowing into her pussy-crack, then up at the overhead mirror, where she surveyed the bestial scene with glassy eyes.

Her hair, all subtle shades of white and soft gold, was splayed carelessly over the colorful pillows. Her face was soft and full with the compelling abandon of total lust. Her tits seemed swollen and heavy with their unnatural lovemaking. Her belly… how it quivered and swayed and seemed to plead for more of the big dog muzzle that was buried so obscenely between her shapely thighs.

Feeling her depraved excitement grow, Angie spread her legs even farther apart so her cunt was totally and defenselessly splayed before the greedily lapping dog. Saxon's whole long powerful body was snuggled comfortably between her trembling long, milk-white legs.

"We make a beautiful couple," she told her canine lover as she contemplated the contrast between her own white skin and the dog's furry dark presence between her lewdly spread legs. Even as she watched their perverted coupling in the mirror overhead, Angie could feel the arousal growing in her moistly responding pussy. Her clitoris palpitated repeatedly from the effects of the stimulating tongue. Her cunt flowered wide-open to the energetic dog-lapping.

Angie was riding high on the wings of a perverse sensuality that she had never known before, but that she knew instinctively she had been seeking all along. She was experiencing an excitement and a sense of deep satisfaction that had been totally missing from all the fucking and sucking she'd had over the past months and years. Now at last, at the age of twenty-five, she knew what it was to be totally turned on to sex, to hold nothing back, to play no games – to simply give all she had to the intense sensations of that very moment.

"Oh, Saxon, you're beautiful. Lick my cunt, boy! Do you know that Angie's never felt this good? Not in her whole life!"

Her own wanton confession fired the woman's need even as she watched the long, pink, talented animal-tongue dart eagerly again and again over the trembling surface of her moistly glistening pussy-lips. She was achieving a perverse satisfaction from the bizarre knowledge that she was being made love to just as she had always wanted – and by a dog!

It had taken a dog to arouse her totally. Already she knew that she was going to come tonight as she had never come before.

Her hotly gyrating crotch jerked powerfully as she felt the dog's tongue prod and catch suddenly at the tight little pucker of her asshole. Momentarily attracted to that nestled sphincter, Saxon lapped his tongue again and again over her puckered shitter.

Angie had never experienced anything like this before, and she found even this weird contact strangely titillating. Her dog-lover was already teaching her new tricks, new possibilities of sensuality in the perverse stimulation of her asshole. She ground her buttcheeks down in little circles against the hard-working animal-tongue.