Carlotta Graham - The lap dog

This last realization finally snapped the bond that had held Angela still and she called out sharply, "Hans!" To her surprise the big dog did not move, but kept up his wild licking of the pinkly glistening loins so near his muzzle, not about to give up the tremendous sensations Sylvia was stroking into his lust-fired penis with her nimble fingers. It was Sylvia, however, who reacted, surprised by the sudden sound of a human voice in her living room. Twisting her head around but never losing her grip on that huge throbbing cock, the lovely widow gasped out once, "Angela!" It seemed an effort for her to get the word out. She was panting explosively, her beautiful fine-boned face transformed by the passionate licking she was getting from below, her large dark eyes shining like shadowed stars. Then her head turned back as she obviously let herself slip once again down into the sensual ecstasy she had been enjoying before Angela's entrance.

"Sylvia, you leave my dog alone!" Angela cried out in anguish.

"Can't," Sylvia moaned back. "It's too late. I-I'm going to cum in another minute."

"No, no, not with Hans!" Angela wailed. "He's my dog… he belongs to me!"

"Then why are you so selfish?" Sylvia asked, turning her head once more to look at her blonde neighbor. "Even if you don't care about me, what about Hans? Don't you want him to cum too?" She gasped as the wonderful tongue below stabbed hotly up into her streaming pussy, and then turned her attention back to the huge fleshy dog-cock that throbbed between her fingers like some powerful engine.

"What?" Angela asked in wonder as the full meaning of her neighbor's last words seeped into her numbed brain. "Hans… cum…?" For some reason it had never occurred to her that Sylvia might have planned the dog's own satisfaction also.

"Of course," Sylvia moaned back. "What do you think I'm doing to his cock, just holding on so I don't lose my balance?" Then Sylvia didn't want to talk anymore but just to let the wonderful flames of passion Hans' tongue was spearing into her welcoming pussy take over her whole body while her own hands coaxed the hot semen up out of her animal lover's hairy balls. To hell with the little prude behind her, even if she was the dog's owner!

But the groaning young widow couldn't have known the consternation her last words had created in that young prude's overburdened mind. Bit by bit at first and then with an overpowering rush Angela knew that her dark-haired neighbor was speaking the truth. Oh, how selfish she had been with her darling Hans, she realized. All the time she had enticed the loyal animal to see to her needs while never imagining he might have needs of his own. In a way she had been as thoughtless as her own husband, maybe more, because Jack wanted to please her but just couldn't. The young blonde felt a quick rush of affection for the woman she had misjudged so harshly, believing her a thief of her pet's affection while all the time this other woman had been providing something to Hans that his rightful mistress had been too thoughtless to think of.

Not too surprisingly, Angela's tardy appreciation of her neighbor opened her mind to other thoughts. The young wife had seldom seen a naked woman before, and certainly not in the lewd and enticing position of the one before her now. Sheltered since her youth, Angela thought of the female body, if indeed she thought of it at all, as her own reflection in the bathroom mirror in those short intervals she let herself be uncovered, or else as the cool impersonal figures portrayed in art books and magazines. Quite a different thing than the panting, moaning, living reality that writhed on the floor before her, a reality of smell and sound as well as of soft, inviting, naked female flesh.

Free from observation herself, since Sylvia was turned away from her, the young housewife let her eyes linger over the older woman's lushly formed figure, able to see part of one high-set, rounded breast silhouetted against the darker background of Hans' glossy coat. The nipple on that breast was swollen now, jutting out pinkly, brought to pebble-hardness by the passion that swept through Sylvia's body. Such a long slender back, Angela found her-self thinking, a gracefully curved expanse sweeping down from slender shoulders before it swelled out again into voluptuously flared hips. Somehow it was those hips, the magnificent buttocks that drew Angela on, the rounded half-moons, slightly pulled apart now by Sylvia's thighs widespread, so that Hans' tongue might find easy access to her quivering genitals. Every now and then Angela could see her dog's long pink tongue splay back between her neighbor's milk-white thighs to lick at the farthest recesses of her loins, making the soft rounded buttocks jerk and shudder in ecstasy.

Without quite realizing it, Angela found herself pulling back her robe, and letting it drop to the floor, baring her own lovely young body. Somehow it seemed almost sacrilegious to be dressed here in this room while the two creatures before her remained locked together in complete concentration. Slowly, then, the full-breasted blonde started forward.

The first warning Sylvia had that her young neighbor had changed position was when she felt gentle hands gliding over her back, slowly moving down toward her spasmodically clenching buttocks. Even so, the panting widow didn't look back, not wanting to take a chance on spoiling whatever magic was happening, for she was sure it was something good. The gentleness of the hands promised her that. Too much was happening now for her to pay all that much attention to any one part of it. Her loins burned like fire, brought to a peak of painful excitement by Hans' thrusting tongue such as she had never known before. At the same time, the great cock in her hands let its own overpowering pleasure known to her by the way it jerked and trembled under her touch. Yes, yes, she could tell that soon it would be spurting its hot load out into the room, gushing in obscene fulfillment before them all. And now… now… those gentle hands behind were working insistently downward between her quivering buttocks, low down, near her pleasure-washed cunt, searching, searching. Almost unbelievingly Sylvia felt her supposedly innocent young neighbor's fingers begin an experimental probing at her rectum, teasing around the rubbery little opening as if they were trying to decide what to do.

"Aaahh," the eagerly writhing brunette gasped out as she felt a sudden hard pressure against her anus. Automatically her loins bucked forward away from the sudden hot sensation that convulsed her already shuddering loins. Could this actually be happening? she thought. Her doubt was immediately banished as that same probing finger came back once more, this time to push knowingly up inside her hot rectal depths, just a little way at first as the sphincter muscles instinctively fought the unnatural penetration.

"Ahhh, God," Sylvia moaned out as suddenly her whole lower body seemed immersed in hot all-enveloping sensation. Coupled with Hans' wild lickings at her quaking cunt, the finger that now began to worm relentlessly around up inside her sensitive anus drove Sylvia to the very edge of orgasmic insanity. The amazed woman felt an obviously naked body move close up against her back, two bare breasts dragging stiffened nipples over her ultra-sensitized flesh. The finger plunged deeper, bringing another moan from the blissfully tortured woman's chest. She almost lost herself then, almost slipped down into a world of private ecstasy, but one last spark of intent in Sylvia's mind reminded her she still had a job to do. Opening glazed eyes, the moaning woman once again focused all the attention she could muster on her hands, on the fingers still wrapped around the massively swollen dog-cock only inches away.

Summoning up the last of her strength, Sylvia once again began pummeling the huge red shaft that jutted up like a red rocket from the dog's hairy belly below. Every stroke she made as she slaved over the throbbing organ only seemed to make the slavering beast who's massive head lay between her own wide-splayed thighs lick all the harder, digging his thick wet tongue deeper and deeper up into her pleasure-wracked cunt, filling her with hot darting shafts of delight that seemed to shoot all the way to the top of her head. Fighting against the seductive paralysis of this unbelievable stimulation, enhanced now by the searching finger in her rectum, Sylvia redoubled her efforts, jerking and pumping at the blood-engorged animal penis in her hands, chanting out mindless mewling sounds as she worked like some harem slave of old. Staring in fascination at the obscenely colored member before her, the half-crazed young widow knew it would only be a matter of seconds before it began to spew out its lewd charge. It was trembling under her fingers, and Hans' loins were jerking uncontrollably, his upturned legs kicking out in helpless reflex as his orgasm approached.