The first thing Angie did when she left the house and the ugly scene with Sally behind her was drive to the nearest liquor store and pick up a bottle of gin and a six-pack of tonic. She then drove until she was a couple of hours out of town, found herself a motel and drank herself into a drunken stupor. She knew it was the only way she would ever sleep that night, and it worked… at least until about four in the morning when she woke up with a headache and a heartache to match.
Her recent relationship with Sally was as close as Angie had let another human being come to her in many years. She had learned early to mistrust her own emotions and the intentions of others. At last she had felt she'd met someone who really cared about her and the relationship they shared. Now she realized she'd been smacked in the face again. Sally was just as shallow as everyone else. The only thing she was interested in was her own petty pleasure. She had never cared about Angie.
The unhappy blonde checked out of the motel and got into her car, heading east on the highway once again without any specific course or destination in mind. For a couple of hours she could think of nothing but how Sally had looked humping up and down over that stranger's prick, her face beautiful in her wild, lustful preoccupation with her own pleasure.
How could she do it to me? How could she do it to me? Angie asked herself over and over again. And the best answer she could come up with was: she didn't care. She never cared about me.
Lost as she was in the fantasies of her grief. Angie was still aware enough somewhere in the back of her mind to realize that her answer was not good enough. Thinking back to the good times the three of them had shared recently, she knew Sally was not actress enough to pretend that kind of intense emotion over so long a period. She had cared. After all, they had been close friends for a long time before becoming lovers. It wasn't as though Sally had struck up the sexual relationship just to use her. It had come as a natural evolution of a close and warm friendship.
So why had she hurt Angie like that then? There must be an aspect to Sally's character that she simply hadn't had a chance to investigate yet. Maybe she just couldn't give up men. Maybe she just wasn't getting enough sexual gratification from her involvement with Saxon and herself.
From time to time Angie let the tears roll down her cheeks unchecked as she drove into the approaching dawn, her mind numb, her body rigid with tension and fear. Should she leave Sally? Could she bear to live without that closeness and wild sex again now that she had had a chance to experience it? But on the other hand, could she let herself be treated so brutally, so heartlessly? It had been years since Angie had really let herself cry. But this morning the tears flowed hot and heavy, the full brunt of years of pent-up emotions breaking loose all at once.
It was full daylight now, and Angie began to feel more cheerful despite herself. She found her mind wandering from the horror aspects of what she had seen last night to the erotic aspects.
Angie had almost forgotten what men's cocks were like, so long now had she been used to a steady diet of dog-cock. The stranger's prick had looked very thick and very long and very hard as it pumped wetly in and out of Sally's slick, welcoming cunt.
Angie began to feel a little tingle of moisture down between her own legs as she pictured the rhythmic fucking on the chair, Sally's pretty little pussy sliding up and down, up and down over the man's hard, ready, spearlike cock. Almost as though in a daze, Angie let her hand slip down to her crotch and begin to prod at the hem of her shorts, seeking out her puffy gash.
"Oh, Angie, for Pete's sake, stop it!" she told herself sharply as she forcibly drew her hand back to the steering wheel. "Can't you take anything seriously?" she chided her sensual self even as she broke into a little grin.
She was beginning to see the humor of the whole situation. Of herself pretending such grief and despair, yet at the same time trying to cool down the incredible tingling in her wet, horny cunt. She was beginning to feel stronger inside, less shattered by Sally's betrayal. She realized that if she could still feel horny at a time like this, all was not lost.
The beautiful sunny day was doing wonders for Angie's disposition, as well as the heady freedom of driving down the highway with no particular place to go right in the middle of the week. She had never run off from her responsibilities like this before, and she was enjoying the rush of excitement that was now pumping through her veins. Anything could happen. And she was ready for anything. Sure, her job would probably be gone when she got back, but she could always get another. Today she wasn't going to worry about anything. Just go where the feeling took her, and do what the feeling demanded. And the first thing she was going to do was stop for some breakfast. She was starving.
Angie stopped at a pleasant-looking family restaurant and ordered scrambled eggs, bacon, toast and coffee. As she waited for her order to arrive, she noticed a handsome-looking young man with shoulder-length, sun-bleached hair sitting at the counter drinking a cup of coffee. He was dressed in jeans and faded denim shirt, and a small knapsack rested against the base of the counter under him.
A hitchhiker, Angie thought immediately. She watched the youth attentively for several moments, actually wondering what it would be like to fuck him. It surprised her when she noticed what she was doing. She hadn't looked at a man with any kind of sexual intent in weeks. In fact, she was sure she had had enough of them to last a lifetime.
When her breakfast arrived, Angie began to eat hungrily, forgetting for the moment all about the rather soulful-looking youth on the barstool. She drank the last of her coffee and stood up, ready to leave, when the young man from the counter walked over and stood directly in front of her.
"Excuse me, ma'am," he said. "I hope you don't mind my asking, but I'm trying to get to Arizona and I've been stuck at this junction since eleven o'clock last night. Would you happen to be going my way?"
Angie hesitated for a moment, feeling automatically on the defensive. But after thinking it over for a moment, she realized there was no good reason why she shouldn't give this boy a lift. After all, she was headed east, why not go right on into Arizona? It would be fun to have the company, and this looked like a very nice boy, one she knew instinctively she could trust.
"Sure, I'm going to Arizona. And I've got plenty of room." She smiled at the youth, and he smiled back. Angie was charmed by how disarmingly naive and almost pretty he looked when he smiled. She was definitely going to enjoy the company.
"There's one problem," he said sheepishly.
"Oh?" Angie was immediately alert for any signs of a con game.
"Yeah. I've got a dog tied up outside." His face twisted ruefully. "I think he may be one reason why I haven't been able to get a ride."
"Why? Is he vicious?"
"Heck no! Jethro wouldn't hurt a fly, not unless it was trying to hurt him, that is. But he's kind of big. Do you want to come out and have a look at him?"
"Sure, why not."
Angie paid her bill and followed the youth around the side of the restaurant to where a very large, gold-colored dog was prancing excitedly as he watched the approach of his young master.
"Why, he's beautiful!" Angie enthused. "What kind of dog is he?"
"He's part Saint Bernard and part golden lab."
He looked apprehensively at Angie as she stroked the animal's flanks and big head. The dawn of a smile broke out on his face.
"Does this mean we get the ride?" he asked. "Jethro's really good in a car. He lies down and stays down until I tell him otherwise."
Angie laughed as the big animal reached up to lick her face while she bent down to pat his head. The old familiar excitement that reminded her at once of Saxon raced through her loins, and she saw a sudden lewd image of herself kneeling before the huge dog while he fucked relentlessly up into her wetly clinging cunt.
Afraid the boy might notice she was blushing, Angie straightened up and turned towards her car, beckoning casually for the two hitchhikers to follow.
"Lots of room," she said, and went ahead to unlock her car.
Angie and the boy talked companionably for half an hour while they drove steadily through the early-morning sunshine. The boy, who introduced himself as Tim Bailey, was a college student heading to Arizona to spend a couple of weeks with an older brother. Angie found him far more interesting to talk to than the older men she'd been dating. He actually seemed to have something in his head besides money and getting laid.
"Mind if I light up a joint?" he asked.
Angie didn't mind at all. In fact she figured a few tokes might be exactly what she needed right now. She sucked long and deep on the slender cigarette each time it was passed back to her. Within minutes she found her attention lapsing, so that she almost hit an oncoming car as she let her front end wander over the center line.
"I don't think I'm used enough to dope to be driving under the influence," she told her companion sheepishly. "Mind if we pull over for a little while? I'd like to have a closer look at the countryside anyway."
"Hey, I'd like that. I'm in no hurry anyway, now that I've got a ride."
Angie found a country road that led into a grove of trees about a thousand yards off the highway. They got out of the car and Angie got an old picnic blanket out of the trunk so they'd have something to sit on. The dog nosed about among the trees, checking out the new terrain while the two humans talked. Every now and then he'd check back in for a pat and a lick before venturing back out into the unknown.
As she and Tim talked, Angie found her mind wandering mysteriously from the subject of conversation to the idea of being fucked by that big friendly dog. She could feel that the crotch of her shorts was actually wet with pussy-juice. Her horniness and the boy's uncanny openness made her feel less inhibited than usual. That, and the dope. She had become bored with mere conversation. They were alone in this lovely wood, and she was ripe to take advantage of the situation and the day and her mood.
"I'd like to suck your cock," Angie found herself saying aloud.
"Far-out," the boy answered, his face mellowing into a peaceful grin. "Well, if you'd like it, I'd sure like it," he told her.
Without batting an eyelash, he opened his fly and pulled out his cock, long and thick, but still soft in his hand.
Watching the boy open his pants, Angie took off her own shirt and shorts so she was naked, her nipples hardening delightfully in response to the slight, warm breeze in the wood. Her own wanton nudity outside in broad daylight heightened her drug-induced horniness, and she knelt forward on all fours to reach for Tim's cock and squeeze it fondly between her fingers. It really was a very nice cock, she thought lewdly. It had been a long time, but she remembered now how much she liked the smooth, fleshy feel of a prick as it began to harden in her hand.
"Why don't you just lie down on the blanket, darling?" Angie suggested. "Relax, and let me make you feel good… I love the feel of your prick, Tim. See, already it's getting nice and hard for me."
Her words stopped there as she lowered her mouth over the boy's body and closed her lips softly over the flaring head of his rapidly swelling cock. She thrust her ass lewdly into the air behind her as she began to nip and tease at the tip of the turgid prick in her mouth. Her asscheeks were poised high in the air as though in obscene invitation to another lover, and in fact Angie in her stoned mind was hoping the dog might take an interest in the ripe aroma of her excited cunt and come fuck her.
Tim began to moan softly from time to time as Angie lowered her mouth all the way down over his rigid cock, encasing its entire pulsing length in the warm wet hollow of her cheeks. She established a smooth, slow rhythm over the upthrust tool, following the movement of her mouth with the stroking of her clasped hand around the fleshy cock-shaft.
Up and down her blonde head worked over the still-clothed boy, who lay smiling in blissful agony, watching the lovely naked older woman eagerly suck his pulsating rod.
"Jeez, Angie, you're really a beautiful chick," he told her even as his hips continued to squirm in response to the maddening attentions of her mouth on his prick. "Your mouth's like liquid honey on my prick. I've never known a girl who could suck cock like you do."
Angie was pleased by the boy's appreciative words and by the gentle, matter-of-fact manner in which he spoke them. She realized that he wanted her to handle things the way she wanted to handle them.
And right now she wanted to handle this lovely hard cock of Tim's, to suck it like it had never gotten sucked before. Her mouth worked hungrily up and down the gleaming, purple-veined cock, while her hand jacked rhythmically on the shaft. She tried to imagine what the blow-job felt like to the boy, and her horniness increased. Soon she was totally engrossed in sucking the boy off there in the sunlit wood, oblivious to anything but one hard fleshy cock, when suddenly she felt a cold wet presence at her asshole.
It was Jethro's nose!
Without losing her cock-sucking rhythm, she waited in breathless anticipation of what the big dog might do. She waved her butt encouragingly in his face, thrusting her buns farther upward so the dog would find her wet, seeping slit in his explorations.
"Aaaagghh!" she moaned around the fleshy tool in her mouth as the dog's tongue lashed out to lap roughly over her whole slit and the knot of her asshole.
Jethro had been distracted from his play by the strange coupling that was taking place on the blanket, and when he went over to investigate, he was immediately attracted by the earthy scent emanating from the woman's aroused cunt. He did as his instincts commanded under the circumstances – took a sniff and then a lick. He liked the taste and began to lick greedily at Angie's parted pussy-slit, thrusting his head in between her thighs to get full access to her drooling twat.
Angie parted her legs as far as she could to give the animal full access to her hotly quivering cunt. She found the liquid pressure of the dog's tongue on her cunt-lips thoroughly arousing, so much so that she almost forgot to keep her head working up and down over Tim's stiff prick. Saliva ran wetly from her mouth as she sucked like a woman demented at his glistening cock-shaft, feeling its tip grazing her tonsils as her mouth engorged the whole pulsing rod.
The young hitchhiker could scarcely believe the incredibly sensual threesome he and his dog had suddenly become involved in. Such a short time ago, it seemed, all he'd been worried about was getting to his brother's place. Now here he was lying on a blanket in the woods with a beautiful naked woman kneeling over him, sucking his prick while his dog licked at her cunt.
Tim's first instinct when he'd seen Jethro heading for the woman's ass was to shoo him off, but he'd been thoroughly surprised, and aroused, to find that the woman actually seemed to want the dog to pay attention to her ass and cunt. She was wiggling her buttcheeks back and forth in search of more of the animal tonguing, mewling all the while around his cock while she sucked and slavered, bringing him to an amazing peak of sexual arousal. Nothing in Tim's hitherto rather bland sex life could even begin to measure up to what was happening to him this morning. He had never before been so thoroughly excited.
"Ughhh!" the boy grunted, pumping his hips more energetically up into Angie's mouth in abandoned appreciation of her talented cock-tonguing.
Angie felt she had never been so depraved in her entire life. Here she was in the great outdoors, less than a mile from a main highway, sucking on a total stranger's prick while his dog lapped at her cunt! The pain and agony she had experienced short hours ago were now totally forgotten, forsaken in the rush to answer the call of more compelling emotions, to revel in the wanton participation in orgiastic pleasures of the flesh.
Angie felt her pleasure would be complete if only the dog would fuck her, would jam her cunt full with what she imagined must be his truly huge prick. A dog that size had to be hung like a small horse! She thought perhaps he might be in need of a little encouragement, that he had undoubtedly never fucked a human before. Raising her head for a moment from the youth's cock, she turned to the dog and patted her own ass as she spoke.
"Come on, boy. Up, up. Come on, that's a good boy."
The big dog seemed a little confused at first by the woman's words and gestures, but he abandoned his licking of her cunt to look at her and try to fathom what was expected of him.
Inspired by the woman's aromatic cunt-juice, he began mounting her ass, like he did with female dogs. The handsome mongrel rose to his feet and raised his front paws onto Angie's back, at the same time thrusting forward frantically with his hips.
Angie was almost mad with excitement. She'd caught a glimpse of the dog's thick glistening prick before he rose up behind her, and she immediately began to quiver with fear that was heavily tinged with pure ravenous sexual hunger. Confident that the dog had the idea now of what was expected of him, she went back to her task of sucking and caressing Tim's rock-hard cock, which was lurching heavily as though in search of that wonderful mouth that had momentarily deserted it.
Tim had been almost unable to believe his ears when he heard the woman coax the dog to mount her. He realized this strange beautiful woman actually seemed to be trying to get his dog to fuck her! He'd heard or read the old thing about women fucking animals, but he'd never seriously believed it. Now here he was getting an incredible blow-job from a gorgeous blonde that was obviously into screwing dogs!
Angie was groaning with excitement as she felt the big animal humping up against her crotch, searching with his prick for her waiting cunt. She realized after a few moments of hit and miss activity that the dog was going to need some help. For assistance, she raised her eyes pleadingly to the boy's watching face, trying to convey to him, without raising her mouth from his cock, just what it was she needed from him.
Tim's mouth hung open in awe as he watched the sexy blonde work over his inflated tool while the big dog struggled to impale her from behind. For long moments he was unable to take his eyes from her full pink lips that locked so hotly around his pulsing cock-shaft, nibbling and sucking ever-increasing sparks of excitement from the very depths of his aroused balls.
At last he noticed the woman was staring at him with a look of incredible pleading in her lovely blue eyes. He couldn't figure out what it was all about at first, but suddenly it dawned on him. She wanted him to help the dog get his prick in… To coach his dog in his first attempt at fucking a human female!
Carefully, so as not to disturb her lips' hold on his throbbing prick, he maneuvered his body around until his shoulder was almost brushing against his dog's rear leg. He reached timidly for the slick red girth of Jethro's cock and guided the turgid rod in between her ass-crack towards the wet, waiting mouth of her cunt. He poked the tip of the dog's cock against the yielding pussy-flesh until the dog himself sensed that he had at last found the right place and lunged forward with compulsive strength.
"Aaaaarrgghhh!" Angie moaned around the filling girth of Tim's prick. It hurt terribly, much more than Saxon's cock ever had. Her sensual apprehension suddenly turned to real fear as she realized nothing was going to stop the animal from ramming his huge cock all the way up into her tight, defenseless cunt. She suddenly pulled her head up from Tim's dick.
"No, no, Tim! Stop him! It's too much! I can't take his cock!"
But already the big dog had sensed his victory and was thrusting back and forth with powerful strokes that were forcing his giant dick farther and farther up into the reluctantly yielding recesses of her cunt. His cock was hard and thick and powerful, and the strength of each instroke forced her head down so her mouth was again closed over the upthrust staff of Tim's dick. Mechanically, she began to suck the dick rod, resigning herself to the fearful fate she had cut out for herself, victim to the relentless fucking of a dog with a prick almost twice the size of her dear familiar Saxon's.
Tim had heard the woman's cry for help, but he sensed that it was only half-hearted, that the pleas for mercy would soon turn into mewls of pleasure. He was mesmerized by the sight of his pet's thick red cock disappearing far up between the flowering pink lips of Angie's pussy, and then reappearing momentarily only to plow once again all the way up into the woman's hungry cunt.
It looked more like her snatch was struggling to swallow the entire rigid dog-cock rather than fight it off, so wetly was it opening and closing around the animal's stroking dong. There was no way he was going to turn off the circus now. He wanted to see the show right through to the end. Watch this nympho woman that was sucking his cock turn into a raving banshee as she learned to respond to his dog's relentless fucking.
Gradually, ever so gradually, Angie's resignation to her newfound pain turned into a hungry acceptance of a new, deeper, more intense thrill. She was actually taking that massive dog's cock all the way up into her dilating pussy! The rampaging thickness was coaxing her sensitive nerve-endings into building appreciation of the pitiless fucking she was taking up her vulnerable cunt. It was feeling good. It was feeling damned good. Angle had never been fucked like this in her life and she knew it.
As she once again sucked eagerly on Tim's rubbery cock, she reminded herself lewdly of how it had actually taken a chance meeting with a hitchhiker and his beautiful big pet to coax her into the incredible orgiastic pleasure she was now enjoying. She was riding high on a peak of wanton abandon that even surpassed anything she had known with Saxon and Sally, and for a moment she felt a little pang of guilt that she was experiencing a more intense passion with strangers. But then her memory reminded her of the scene she had interrupted last night and she knew an even more furious excitement.
She was getting her own back. She, too, could pick up someone and make them show her body wilder and more intense erotic experiences than she had known at home. She could get fucked, too. She smiled a little around the cock driving into her face as she tried to imagine what Sally would think if she could see her now: kneeling naked in the woods, sucking a college boy's cock while his dog fucked her cunt with the force and speed of an oncoming freight train.
"Uhhh, uhhh, uhhh!" Angie mewled around Tim's prick as her entire body drank in the incredible stimulation of the animal-humping she was getting from behind. She was beginning to feel weak and a little tired but still Jethro fucked on and on, his powerful body rutting with the intensity of a jackhammer, forcing her to almost unbearable summits of sensual pleasure.
Bravely, Angie continued to suck and lave Tim's swollen tool, though her strength was fading, though she was like a heroin addict who was floating off somewhere in a private pleasurable fantasy world, driven there by the intensity of the most thorough, rousing fuck she had ever known in her entire promiscuous young life.
"Jeez, baby, I don't know how much longer I can hold on!" Tim groaned between clenched teeth. Watching this wild woman suck his cock while she got thoroughly turned on to his pet's hard-fucking prick was driving him to the peak with furious intensity. That and the fact that Angie's cock-sucking maneuvers were becoming more and more abandoned as she was driven farther and farther toward the brink of distraction by Jethro's tireless dog-cock.
Tim knew he was going to come within moments, and he realized instinctively it was going to be the most memorable orgasm of his life. He began to pump his loins more energetically at the woman's face, rushing to meet the explosion threatened to break at any moment.
Angie could tell by Tim's erotic squirmings that he was struggling on the brink of climax. At the same time she could feel the dog's prick growing larger inside her clutching cunt as the animal, too, struggled to fulfill the promise of release.
The idea of having both her mouth and cunt filled by thick white male sperm, half-animal, half-human, drove Angie over the brink of excitement, and she writhed and gyrated her ass furiously, coaxing the dog to come in her twat even as she clenched with her hand and sucked tighter with her mouth at Tim's twitching cock.
Tim was the first to go. Angie could feel the hot jets of salty jizz shooting far into the back of her throat, and she swallowed them hungrily while the dog thrust his cock energetically far up into her wet pussy to unload his own salty ration of spunk. The knowledge that it was finally happening – that she was being filled to the peak of her lustful capacity – triggered Angie's own climax.
"Mmmmmm, aaaannhhhhh!" she moaned around the spurting rod in her mouth as her nerve endings seemed to explode with the intense force of a thousand tiny firecrackers. She was over the top. She and her two strange new companions were climaxing together here in the woods on this lovely warm summer's day. It was crazy. It was sexy. She loved it. She loved it!
The three orgiastic revelers lay in a confused heap of fur and flesh for some time before Tim finally struggled to his feet and pulled up the zipper of his jeans. Jethro leaped up and joined him, snuggling against the boy's leg affectionately. Tim reached down and stroked the animal.
"Hi, fella. Have a good time? We sure learned a few things about the birds and the bees today, didn't we?"
Hearing Tim's words, Angie giggled and rolled over onto her back to look up at her two handsome lovers. "Hey, does that make me a teacher?" she asked coquettishly. "Maybe I've discovered a new vocation."
"You're the best damned teacher I ever met," Tim complimented her, giving her a friendly hug as she rose to her feet.
The boy and his dog played fetch-it with a big stick for a few minutes while Angie dressed and put the blanket back in the car. She still felt vaguely stoned, but it was hard to tell how much of that was the result of the marijuana and how much of her fabulous orgasm. She felt totally rejuvenated, freed of the burden of last night's sorrow and anger.
"Hey, you guys ready to leave?" she called at last.
"Ready when you are." Tim and Jethro sauntered back to the car, both looking extremely smug and well taken care of. "Hey, Angie," Tim suggested as he got back in the car, "why don't you come along to my brother Sid's place with me? He wrote me that he has orgies and stuff like that going at his ranch. You might be interested, and I'm sure he'd be glad to meet you."
Angie was a little shocked at first, and then laughed at her own silly prudishness. A girl who could pick up a boy and his dog and fuck them both certainly had nothing to fear from a mere orgy. Besides, it was a new opportunity, something different. Who knew what might happen?
"Sure, why not?" She shrugged her shoulders. "You know, I think it's time I met more of my own kind of people."