David Crane - The newlywed neighbors

By the time these thoughts had sorted themselves out in her mind, she had already found the zipper of her skirt, and she pulled it down, spreading the garment out beneath her, panting as though she had just broken the world record for running the mile. And even though Siegfried's body was in the way, she still managed to hoist her firm buttocks up off the couch cushions.

"Aaaaaaahhhhhhh…" she moaned in soul-satisfying relief as she stretched her now completely naked body out on the couch, letting the curling, dipping, thrusting tongue take total control over her body, lapping molten fire into her pussy with each loving stroke. Yes! Yes! Why bother to fight it? she finally thought. She had wanted something like this all day. She had even prevented herself from fingering her body so that she would be all the more ready for her husband, and he had just walked out. And Martin certainly didn't seem like the kind of person who would think this was wrong or depraved.

"Oooohhhh… ooohhh…" she heard her voice moan. "Do it do me! Lick me! Lick my cunt… my cunt… Oooohhh… make me cum…!" The last of her resistance gone, Kate's hips started a slow grinding up toward the dog's pleasure-giving tongue, thrusting her steaming cunt tightly against his long snout, her heels digging into the couch beneath to give her more leverage. Out and in, out and in, the long thick tongue flashed wetly. Kate lifted her head and watched with passion-glazed eyes as Siegfried licked her skillfully, starting down at her tiny little anus, gliding hotly over the quivering mouth of her vagina, splaying aside her fever-pink cunt-lips and slicing through the soft moist flesh to finally rasp maddeningly across her erect, budding clitoris.

Martin smiled and watched as Siegfried licked tirelessly, happily at the soft, red hair-fringed treasures spread so wantonly before him. He knew that Siegfried was savoring the hot musky taste and odors, and was trying to slip his tongue as far as he could up into Kate's fluttering pussy mouth. The handsome animal looked and acted happy, and even though he had broken training, Martin would forgive him this one transgression.

Kate seemed to have gone crazy beneath the slavering animal. Continuous choking mewls of abandoned pleasure streamed from her half-parted lips and her buttocks churned wildly on the couch, lashed into a frenzy by the long tongue slicing deep into her most secret parts. Flailing, thrashing, moaning, the completely conquered woman twisted beneath the animal-lover in wanton acceptance, welcoming his long pink tongue in her innermost depths, totally lost in the ecstasy which was washing away the frustration her husband had caused her.

"Aaaaaaaaaahhhhh… aaaaaaaahhhhhhaaahhhhh…" she chanted mindlessly, each moaning utterance matching a burning swipe of Siegfried's wildly flicking tongue. She knew that she was going to cum, that nothing could hold her back now. A throbbing force had taken possession of her belly, just waiting for the moment when it would sweep over her entire body, making her a helpless puppet, pulled by the age-old strings of culminating passion. She had never known anything like this… not even with her husband! This was so wonderful… so totally, wickedly wonderful…!

The gasping young wife's eyes opened to stare at the ceiling, and she felt as though she were floating up to it. The force inside her belly was growing relentlessly, stretching itself thinner and thinner with each wonderful swipe Siegfried made with his glorious tongue, seeming to fill her belly with a shuddering tension that would have to burst or split her wide open.

Then suddenly, the orgasm that had been denied her by her husband exploded through her like fireworks, searing her insides with white-hot bolts of pure energy… pure and unfettered passion! A long low wailing moan hissed from her throat and her screaming loins thrust upward one last time as her legs held her whole body rigid in an attitude of shuddering tension.

She couldn't move beyond that. She just held there, the cords in her slender neck standing out sharply against the translucent white skin while the incredible explosion went on deep up inside her spasming body. It was an endless moment of climaxing for the young red-head, without time or special reference, just going on and on in a kind of silent explosion that swept away every thought from her mind.

When it was finally over, Kate's whole body went limp as if someone had cut her strings, and she rolled off the couch onto the floor in a gasping heap. She lay on her belly for what seemed like an eternity, letting the pleasant little after-shocks of her orgasm ripple through her. It was a long time before she could even begin to think.

Still on the couch, Siegfried looked at her. He liked licking her seething little pussy. It had been moist and hot and very, very sweet, and he wondered if something was wrong with the woman as she lay moaning softly on the floor. He lowered his furry head and sniffed the air, trying to pick up the scent of something wrong. There was nothing but the heady aroma of her passion fluids still dripping from her quivering vaginal flanges. He whined once, and then looked to Martin, waiting for further instructions. While he had been licking Kate, his long animal penis had emerged from its furry sheath, and he could feel a dull ache in his dog-balls, letting him know that, if everything was all right, he wanted to fuck the lovely red-head.

But at this point, Martin was hardly concerned with what Siegfried wanted. In the back of his mind, he knew that Siegfried would be disappointed, but he also knew that his chance to relieve the ache in his animal loins would come a little later, when he was alone with Niven. Let him think that this is some sort of punishment for not waiting for the signal, Martin thought. At least then, he won't be doing something like that without being told again. Secretly, he was glad that Siegfried had not waited, for now Martin had Kate right where he wanted her… naked and still weak from her orgasm. The young man knew there was probably nothing Kate wouldn't do now, and that was very much to his liking. Helping her was one thing, but he might just as well help himself as well. And that was just what he was going to do.

Taking several steps to the quivering naked young wife, he bent down, his eyes fixed on the luscious flesh of her firm ass-cheeks. His cock was really throbbing, as it had been ever since Kate had completely lost control of herself and ripped her blouse from her. Even though she was laying on her belly, flattening out the roundness of her full, eye-pleasing breasts, she still looked lovely, and Martin was damned if he was going to leave without getting a piece of her.

Slowly, lightly, his hands reached out and rested on the warm softness of her left buttock. He opened his hand and spread his fingers, caressingly kneading the dough-like skin there, delighting in its satiny smoothness. Again he opened his hand, closed his fingers, squeezing and kneading the resilient flesh of her ass.

At first, Kate seemed to be oblivious to what he was doing there. Still lost in the throes of her orgasm, his light massaging seemed to merely in crease the strength of the aftershocks, prolonging the delightful ripples waving through her passion-spent belly. Then, as Martin placed his other hand on her other ass-cheek and inserted his thumbs in the cum-moistened hairless crevice, Kate began to come back to life.

"Uuuuuuuuuummmm…" she moaned as she felt her buttocks spread almost lovingly, allowing the cool air of the room to blast against her tight brown anus.

"How do you feel?" Martin asked, almost as an after thought.

"Uuuuuummmm… love it…" Kate moaned, still caught in the soothing grip of her cunt-licking. She felt wonderful… blissful… peaceful… more so than she could ever remember feeling on her honeymoon, and it was the totality of the feeling that made it impossible for her to try and put the feeling into words.