Johnny Fargo - Hero_s mistress

Damn it, why did Eddie have to tell me about Peggy and her dog! Or for that matter, why did that little blonde bitch have to do it? Christ, here we are right next door, scared silly to even think of swapping or getting a little group going and all the time Miss America next door is making it with her dog! Wow, the irony of it all! Right under our very noses! And we were worried that nobody here would go in for a bit of swinging… and maybe they wouldn't. They're all too busy screwing dogs and God knows what else! A lurid vision flashed through her mind of hundreds of Southern ladies, PTA members all, crowded into an idyllic meadow somewhere nearby… all of them grunting and moaning as they fucked their dogs, their horses, their ponies! Oooooh, and I'm lying around here bored and horny! It isn't fair, it just isn't fair! Why should they be having all the fun?

The voluptuous young brunette lay there in the sun and sighed audibly as she felt the potent gin do its task; every single pore seemed to be alive and tingling, like a giant machine was magically massaging her all over at once. She began to think of Eddie's words from Saturday night when he came in out of breath and randy as hell from seeing their neighbor locked in the throes of bestial ecstasy!

"… I saw it! Man, she was just eating up that big black dog with that sweet little cunt of hers…! I always figured her to be a hot number…"

Dottie felt the tips of her fingers begin arousingly delicate rhythm across the soft swell of her almost-flat belly. Tiny quivering needle-points of electric sensation rippled out from where her own fingers softly caressed her sensitive almost naked flesh as that same lingering image again focused itself lasciviously in her innermost thoughts. Damn, even with her eyes open in broad daylight she could not get rid of that wanton scene! Oh, what the hell, might as well get used to it, she chuckled to herself, and shivered under the soft tickle-touch of her fingertips across the smooth plane of her belly. Her thighs were just slightly parted and she discovered she could, by surreptitiously twisting her hips alternately, cause the taut coarseness of the inside of her bikini bottoms to rub incitingly over the ever-eager tiny pinkness of her clitoris. "Mmmmmm… if I keep this up I might just cum right here in my pants!" she said half-aloud, and kept up the rhythmic exercise that created such sensual friction up between her open thighs.

"… talk about getting fucked! Christ, that pecker of his looked like it was a foot long! And big around, too…"

Dottie's eyes were closed now and the afternoon sun had eased behind one of the longleaf pine trees that shaded their tiny lot and she was partially in the shade, but the air was still warm and soothing around her just the same. Without being aware of it at first, her fingertips had begun a slowly methodical trip up along the soft tanned flesh of her firm belly to the first rising swell of her breasts, barely hidden beneath the thin fabric of her bikini top. From somewhere there came the lilting soft tones of music from someone's stereo and the quiet relaxing music only added to the sex-hungry brunette's euphoric state.

Magically, as if guided by unseen hands, Dottie felt her fingers delicately touch the rich fullness of her breasts as they rose and fell in her self-induced daze of vibrant sexuality. She opened her eyes and looked around her. There was no way anyone could see her, really, except for the one trailer whose lot adjoined theirs in the rear, but those people both worked and were always away during the day. Both sides of their small rear yard were shielded by pine trees and… oh hell, what if they do see! I don't give a damn!

Reaching down at her side, she picked up her gin and tonic and hastily downed the last couple of ounces. With her eyes closed again, she could feel the tingle of the alcohol as it seeped through her like water into a sponge, soaking every pore and nerve-ending until her whole body seemed alive and shivering with anticipation.

"… hunched over her, his head all back… that big red prick of his humping in and out of-that sweet little pink pussy a mile a minute…"

Her eyes tightly shut, Dottie felt herself shiver excitedly as her fingers crept back along her bare midriff toward the burning moistness of her hidden cuntal crevice. God, she had to do something to stop this agony! She couldn't let it go on and on! What if Eddie was late tonight as he often was… Christ, she'd have to live with this gnawing heat in her loins for hours and hours!

Slowly, her fingers insinuated their way beneath the taut elastic waistband of her bikini bottoms and, her brain dulled by the strong drink she had made for herself, she refused to heed that small voice of caution in the back of her mind, allowing her hand to creep down, down into that forbidden territory of her sparsely-covered pussy mound. An electric chill raced along her spine as her fingers moved over the soft fluffy swelling there in the middle of her pelvis and she felt the first indentation beneath the thin dark hair of her pubic "vee".

"Oooohhhhh," she moaned lustfully as the tip of her middle finger found the pulsing little nerve-filled bud of her clitoris. It quivered beneath her very touch and she could feel its ecstatic signals broadcasting throughout her entire body and she began to twist and squirm excitedly on the chaise lounge.

Wantonly, her middle three fingers encircled the tiny pulsating bulb of hardened clitoral flesh and she squeezed it abandonedly between her fingertips, her lips pursed in a soulful gasp at the sheer salaciousness of her own touch. Leaving the throbbing pleasure-bud for a second, she slipped her other hand beneath the elastic of her bikini and lifted the taut pink fabric enough to moisten a fingertip in the warm pungent pool of her cuntal orifice and then she rubbed it lewdly back up over the tip of her clitoris, savoring the lustful tremors that one small touch sent rippling through her near-naked flesh. Again and again she rubbed the super-sensitive button of quivering femininity with her moistened fingertips, her ass-cheeks clenched tightly together and her hips lifted from the cushion of her chaise lounge and pumping up and down in an obscene gesture that excited her even more.

It was then that she began to sense it… slowly and almost unnoticeable at first, then stronger until it intruded on her thoughts like an alarm flashing in the deepest recesses of her alcohol and sex-stirred brain… someone was watching her! It was that secret inner feeling that always tells you when someone is spying on you, that sensation of eyes burning like hot coals into your tingling flesh. Suddenly flushed with shame and humiliation, she yanked her hands from her bikini and opened her eyes. Christ almighty… it was Hero, Peggy's handsome animal! He was only a couple of feet away inside the Davis' fenced in backyard and he was watching every obscene move she made with unconcealed enthusiasm!

"Well, lover boy," she said finally, clearing her throat first of her anguished sexuality. "How did you get out? Peggy must have locked you in this morning when she left!"

As if he had somehow understood every word, he turned his massive head in the direction of the Davis trailer and Dottie could see that the rear door was blocked open with the handle of a broom! Why hadn't she spotted that before! Of course, Peggy wouldn't want to keep him cooped up inside all day alone, not with this closed-in grassy area to run around in… how could she have been so stupid!

She climbed off her lounge and moved up against the short chain-link fence. The huge Doberman pinscher did not move away as she approached… if anything he edged closer to the fence! "You handsome, beast, I guess you know all my secrets now! That wasn't very gentlemanly, you know, spying on a lady in the midst of her… ah… private matters." She stared wonderingly at his almost grinning animal-face, the expression in his eyes one she could certainly recognize… God, she'd seen it often enough in men, but never in a dog! His big black eyes were twinkling! Seductively twinkling as if he understood just what it was she was doing… and he seemed to have something better in mind!