Carlotta Graham - The animal urge

At last, Diane grasped the dog's slippery prick without shame and parted her cuntal opening to assist him, holding her breath as he began to stroke into her, inch after inch of his long, thick cock disappearing into her with each new pile-driving thrust of his hairy flanks. Suddenly her frail young breath hissed out of her body in a high whistling sigh as the great cock slipped into her all the way and began to slam up into the moist cavern like a fleshy spike being pounded deeper and deeper into a tight moist tunnel.

Wolf's forelegs dropped down on either side of her smoothly-curved hips, trapping her, and she began to undulate her quivering young body, her tightly-clenched buttocks grinding upward in lewd circles, abandoning herself to the wonderful animal-fucking that she was receiving from the German Shepherd. Her face was twisted with ecstasy and her full taut breasts jiggled lightly, moving in time to the throbbing dog-cock as it spiraled up into her vagina like a rampant drill made of hot flesh.

Oh, God, she moaned, relishing every vicious slam of Wolf's prick into her hotly raving cunt. She was being screwed senseless by a German Shepherd, his huge dog-cock filling her slim belly and pushing her inner organs higher and higher until she was afraid they would rupture and be pushed all the way up out of her mouth. It was tearing the soul from her body, driving it out of her with every powerful stroke. She was begging him to fuck her harder and faster, to shoot his hot cum up into her pussy, aching to be filled with the dog's lewdly-building sperm. That was all that mattered to her now. She was reveling in her defilement, uncaring, no longer capable of thinking about sex as right or wrong or thinking of anything but the tremendous shaft of hard animal flesh pistoning back and forth in her wide-stretched pussy, causing her to hump back hungrily up against the dog's hairy, jerking body like a female animal herself.

Small droplets of moisture were forming in the juncture of Diane's erotically-rotating thighs, glistening and sparkling in the light as they trickled down over her smoothly gyrating buttocks onto the couch, sometimes sticking to the dog's sperm-laden testicles as they slapped wildly against her nakedly upturned anus with each downward stroke. Her rounded ass-cheeks began contracting uncontrollably, signifying her approaching climax, and she screwed up greedily against the beast like a woman possessed.

Suddenly a piercing scream came from her passion-twisted lips and she rammed up violently against the dog just as he hunched forward and his cock began spewing its sperm in hot searing torrents far into the depths of her voraciously clasping vagina. The young woman's crazily grinding buttocks began to pitch and toss wildly on the cushions of the couch as her own thrilling climactic upheaval exploded deep in her belly. Thick white liquid oozed from her tightly-squeezing cunt as she milked hungrily at the dog's thickly-jerking penis, drawing out every last drop of the precious animal sperm. Glistening trails of the sticky cum fluids streamed down the cream-white fullness of her buttocks, creating dark stains in the velvety fabric of the couch below.

At last, the deflating cock of the drained beast slipped from her mauled passageway with a lewd wet sucking noise that echoed obscenely through the silence of the room. Then, in a last act of bestial depravity, the dog dropped to the floor and lowered his furry muzzle between her widely-splayed thighs, lapping at the warm viscous animal sperm still dribbling from her well-fucked young cunt. He gulped it thirstily until eventually there was none left and then he turned away to lumber across the living room. Diane listened to Wolf whining happily and unconsciously assumed that he was searching for a place to rest. Then suddenly she heard the unmistakable click of the door latching shut, followed by the soft padding of the dog's paws descending the outside steps.

Gradually the realization of what she had just heard dawned on the blonde girl's tortured mind. Her blue eyes fluttered open and her face fell in utter paralyzing disbelief. Bill was home!

"Well, Diane, that was quite a performance. I didn't know that either of you were so accomplished," her husband's voice rasped from where he was standing inside the door, his suitcase on the floor beside him. "Do you do that often while I'm away? Is that why you didn't worry your pretty little head about putting me off that way before I left? You knew you had something better waiting as soon as you could get your stupid husband out of the house!"

Diane's shame and humiliation were beyond words. At that moment she wished for death, for unending sleep and escape from the reality of herself – a wanton slut who would use anything or anyone at her disposal to quench the wildfire of passion raging within her.

"Oh, darling," she sobbed despairingly from the couch. "I don't know what happened… I couldn't help it… I…"

"Yeah, I could see you hated every minute of it, you bitch," he snarled, reviling her tearful plea for understanding. "I'm just sorry now that I didn't pick up one of those little floozies hanging around my hotel. After being married to you, I could use a good lay for a change! And to think that I even missed you, you slut! Jesus, Diane, I knew you were selfish, but this is simply beyond belief!"

"No, no, darling, you don't understand! Please, let me tell you what happened?" she pleaded. Then she gaped in horrified disbelief as her husband began to tear off his pants, draping his shorts and trousers over the back of a chair at the entrance to the living room. His prick was jutting out from his hairy loins like a flashy sword and he wore an ugly grin as he crossed the room to where Diane sat cowering on the sofa.

"Notice my cock, baby," he spat out venomously as he stood in front of her, his hands clenched defiantly on his slim hips. Smiling coldly at her stricken expression, he continued, "That's right, I have a hell of a hard-on. Watching you screw that Goddamned dog is a lot more exciting than listening to you whining day and night about how I don't love you enough. Hah! That's a joke! Does Wolf love you enough, baby?"

Oh, God, if she could only tell him about the mind-breaking horrors she had endured at the hands of Jack Green and his own precious dog, she knew that her husband would not be cruel. But she had vowed to keep the terrible secrets. "Darling, you must believe that… I… I… love you," she said weakly.

"Well, that's a thrill," he sneered. Then with an evil grin, he commanded her, "Turn over, dog-fucker, and lean over the back of the couch. I can see that normal sex just doesn't turn you on – so I'm going to give you something you'll love!"

Unthinking, willing to do anything to please him now, Diane twisted around on the sofa, changing positions until she was kneeling with her body resting on the back cushions. She felt her husband move closer behind her and his rough hands rudely grasped the smooth oval globes of her buttocks, pulling apart the soft yielding moons.

"Now, take my cock, you cheating little whore, and put it in your asshole," he ordered her in a voice thin with anger. "I'm going to give you something you'll never forget!"

Without conscious thought, his beautiful dazed wife obediently reached back behind her and took hold of the throbbing hard shaft, aiming the swollen purple tip at the tiny brown ring of her tight, hairless anus. Her husband's long, thin cock leapt in her hand and he thrust impatiently against her as she worked the bloated cock-head up and down the full slit of her naked pussy, lubricating the long stiff member with the warmly flowing animal sperm that still trickled wetly from her ravaged vagina. She still had not fully comprehended his curt command until she felt him reach down and guide the hard rubbery tip of his eager cock up from her drenched vaginal lips and into the warm valley between her upraised buttocks.