Carlotta Graham: The animal urge

Below him, Diane was mumbling and whimpering incoherently and he increased the speed and power of his strokes until the couch began to rattle and shake from the steady battering of his loins against her buttocks. She could feel herself being split open wider and wider from the power and pressure he was exerting deep up inside her. She wanted to shout back obscenities at him and plead for him to use her however he wanted to vent his pent-up angry lust on her helpless nakedness.

She wanted him to shoot his great load of seething creamy liquid deep into her belly, to mingle his juices with the wetness of those of the huge German Shepherd she had let fuck her moments before.

Then, suddenly, Diane heard him gasp and groan behind her as he hammered the iron-hard length of his prick into her contracting, velvety rectum, causing her to whine in a delirium of joy. He did it again, roughly pulling her back onto him as though he were fitting a tight sleeve on an oversized arm, then rotated the lust-inflated cock-head deep in her rectum again. She mewled with delight. The boiling lava of his milky sperm began to churn wildly in his swaying balls and, with one last tremendous thrust, he crashed into her buttocks, flattening the smooth globes of flesh against his loins.

Diane felt the warmth of the first delicious torrents of his white hot liquid spread through her stomach and surge through her blossoming nerve ends like a volcanic eruption, gush after gush, touching off her own climax. She thrust her face deep into her arms to muffle her scream as a great surge of animal ecstasy rippled through her and she felt her own creamy cum fluids streaming from her open cunt below, trickling down her inner thighs to mix with the dog sperm saturating the cushions below.

Then she slowly collapsed on the sofa as she felt her husband begin to withdraw his slowly-deflating cock from her sperm-flooded anal passage. There was a slight, embarrassing little farting noise as it slipped out from between the full white globes of her buttocks and a sudden rush of cool air laved the steamy wetness of her ravaged loins as she sprawled in exhausted satiation, face down on the couch.

Her body felt pillaged and subjugated beyond belief and her mind was numbed by the certainty that her marriage was ended.

"Darling, please don't do anything else to me," she pleaded, waiting dully for her husband's voice to break the silence of the room. "I'll leave if you want me to, but… I can't take anything else right now. Wolf… I can't say anything to make you believe me, but, it did, it did happen that way!"

Diane braced herself for the blistering sarcastic reply that she was certain would soon come directly as a result of her husband's injured pride. Naturally he would make her pay for what she had done – if he still cared enough to be concerned.

God, he had walked in on her this afternoon and found her with a German Shepherd pistoning in and out of her obscenely-accepting vagina. What else could happen to her now?

"I believe you, sweetheart, so help me," Bill assuaged in a surprisingly gentle voice. "When I saw that that dog turned you on, I took a long look at myself, and I wondered why Wolf could satisfy you more than I could. Sure, I was mad and did what I did partly out of spite, but Jesus, I've got to admit that I've never been so hot to fuck you before…"

Diane was thoroughly dumbstruck by the impact of his words. As she ransacked her mind for something appropriate to say, she saw that Bill was actually sitting below her, on the floor, and she could not help but see the understanding tenderness in the loving expression on his handsome face. It was as though a miraculous ray of sunlight had filtered through the gloomy reality of the last few days and transformed the horrible truth into a bright rainbow of happiness.

"But, darling, I…"

"No, don't say anything else," Bill said softly, "because I think I understand now… I think I know what's been wrong with our marriage so far… me."

"Oh, Bill, it's no one's fault," she objected in an unconvincing voice, snuggling closer to ward off any negative feeling from her handsome young husband.

"It's not important who's fault it is, honey. The real truth is that I've found out what kind of person you are beneath all that camouflage… that mask you've been wearing since we've been married. And I like that new person," Bill soothed, placing his arm around her shoulders like the adoring husband that she had always dreamt of.

"Do you mean that?"

"Why don't you ask Jack Green?" Bill answered in a sly voice, his eyebrows lifting in mock sternness. "He told me more about you in ten minutes than I've learned in all the time we've been married…"