Carlotta Graham - The lap dog

"Oooohhhh, ooohhhhh, oooohhhhhh," she chanted out each time she moved her buttocks back against Hans' hard-driving loins. Never, never, never had she felt so passionately involved in being fucked, the half-crazed widow dimly realized, completely enraptured by the wonderful animal-fucking she was receiving from behind. One last time she turned to look at the mirror, fascinated by the sight of her own soft pink inner flesh pulling out of her vagina with Hans' cock on the out-stroke, only to be pounding back up inside as he once again jerked forward. Dazedly she faced back forward, lost in lust, her mind wandering, the only reality in the world being that huge machine thundering up into her eagerly accepting cunt. Cock, cock, cock. Cock was all that mattered; that huge vicious dog-cock, that obscene scarlet shaft, that incredible giver of pleasure.

Sensing his new friend's arousal, Hans redoubled his efforts, encouraged into new energy by the complete acceptance of the woman before him, jolting her forward each time he thrust up into her hotly clinging cunt. "Uuuuhhhhnnnn," she grunted each time his powerful loins thudded against her flexing ass-cheeks, his huge fleshy pole seeming to penetrate up through her body until it felt as if it were going to pierce clear up through her belly. Bracing herself as best she could, Sylvia opened her thighs even wider, stretching her whole pubic area wide until she thought she would split wide open, spreading herself to a degree she had never before thought possible so that she could gain the full benefit of the animal's enormously enlarged shaft, reveling in the feel of that heated rock-hardness smashing past her tender pussy lips on its relentless journey up into her most secret depths.

The dark-haired beauty was slowly turning into a raving sex-starved maniac, moaning and cursing and pleading with the slaving animal to fuck her like she'd never been fucked before. Yes, yes, her orgasm was almost here now, but she fought it off, wanting to make this last, wanting to build up to a peak so high that it would take her forever to come down from it.

"Fuck me, fuck me Hans! Fuck your big cock into me! Cum in me… cum in me… fill me with your animal cum."

The twitching, writhing, panting young woman was all but unrecognizable now, her face distorted into a twisted but somehow oddly beautiful mask of pure unadulterated lust. All her sexual fantasies were being fulfilled – she was being used and degraded and enslaved beyond her wildest imaginings. Strange forgotten masochistic emotions welled up from her unconscious, making her flesh shiver with forbidden delights while she let her mind dwell on the terrible nature of the act she was performing. Never before had the sex act seemed more lust-filled, more carnal to her as she made her body a willing receptacle for the thrusting red penis of a brute animal who fucked into her as if she were only another animal. Yes, her animal nature had triumphed today, she thought dizzily as she humped before her furry lover like any female beast of the jungle.

Driven almost mad by the pummeling of her clitoris by Hans' balls, Sylvia reached back desperately with one hand in an attempt to soothe the wonderful agony between her legs, the tip of her middle finger pressing down hard on the swollen little nerve-button. That was the final trigger her sex-flooded body needed, and the stunned young woman suddenly felt as if a heavy fist had thudded into her stomach as all her muscles contracted in a wild delightful spasm, her buttocks flexing and hollowing as her clenching pussy began to suck and pull on Hans' throbbing cock.

"Aunnnnggggghhhhh!" she moaned, half-blinded by the power of her own long-awaited orgasm. The shaking young woman was dimly aware of her animal-lover's blood-engorged cock swelling to greater and greater dimensions under the obscene stimulation of her powerfully milking vagina. Suddenly the dog's searing animal cum began to jet far up into her innermost depths, flooding her with that obscene warmth she knew so well. The gasping brunette had a split second to think how different it felt from a man's orgasm mote like one long powerful squirt that seemed to tunnel a molten path right through her quivering insides, and then this last realization exploded her mind in a great flare of colored lights as she started to cum all over again.

Hans held tight to the crazily bucking woman as she gurgled out a long moan of sensual pleasure, all the time emptying his sperm-bloated canine testicles into her wildly gyrating body as she knelt before him in unashamed depravity. Sylvia wailed and thrashed as she pressed her hungrily milking mouth back against the spurting animal cock as if afraid to let one precious drop of the lustful fluid escape. The thick white liquid gushed out from around where her madly working cunt clasped tight around Hans' jerking member, running in sticky traits down her convulsing thighs to drip onto the white fur rug below.

Finally, one last powerful shudder passed through the sobbing young woman's exhausted body in final release and she fell limply forward onto the sperm-soaked rug to lie in a sodden heap, Hans' fast-shrinking cock slipping wetly from her pussy with a soft lewd sucking sound.

For long moments the panting woman lay still, her lovely face buried in the big dog's soft fur, trying desperately to regain her breath. Then she became aware of a strange titillation against her buttocks, and lifting her head to look in the mirror, she saw that Hans was slowly licking their combined sex-juices from her naked loins, his tongue sliding over her ass-cheeks to dip obscenely down into her still oozing cuntal slit, the big animal obviously savoring the exotic tastes of spent passion.

Sylvia let her head drop wearily back down onto the rug as Hans' gentle lavings soothed the last dregs of sexual tension from her much-used body. She opened her thighs as wide as possible to let his cleansing tongue reach the very top of her aching slit, soothing rather than exciting her this time, seeming to heal her ravished pussy-flesh.

At last her animal lover had licked her clean and lay down gratefully beside her, his big head resting fondly on the swell of her buttocks. For nearly a half-hour they lay that way, relaxing, feeling the warmth of one-another's now so familiar bodies. Finally Sylvia rolled over and sat up, patting the big animal affectionately on the head.

"You got a job for life, pal," she said. "All the steak and doggy biscuits you want." And then she remembered that this new lover of hers was not, after all, her dog, and for a moment she felt a hot wave of jealousy flood through her, directed at her innocent neighbor, Angela Sims. What right did that up-tight little blonde bitch have to own a marvelous fucking-machine like Hans anyway? she thought to herself. But then reason came back. Strange, she thought, I know I've done something that almost anyone else would consider horribly depraved, but I don't feel guilty at all. But then guilt had never been one of her favorite possessions.

The temptation to just keep the dog was very strong, but it would never work. Angela seemed genuinely attached to the handsome animal and would want him back.

But so what? They were neighbors and Angela let the dog run free. She'd never notice it if her pet started to spending an occasional afternoon at the friendly old widow's house down the road, would she? The only trouble was, Sylvia wondered if an occasional afternoon would be enough for her. Hell, she wanted that crazy cock every day if she could get it.

And then a sudden fear leaped up in her mind. What if Angela, too, found out the dog's hidden talents and kept him all to herself? But she immediately dismissed the thought. If Angela did find out, the little prude's first reaction would be to get rid of the depraved animal as soon as possible. And that same little old widow-lady down the road would be happy to take him off her horrified young hands. Yes, maybe that would be best after all, Sylvia mused, but there certainly wasn't anything she could do to make it happen, other than see that Hans got all the training and stimulation he could handle. Yes, she smiled to herself, she'd get him so used to human cunt he'd never want to go back to a female dog.