Sunday morning dawned bright and clear, but there was little activity around Sid's Arizona ranchhouse until the sun was almost directly overhead.
Contrary to her usual rise-and-shine habits, Angie was one of the last to emerge from her room and stroll out onto the pool deck. She felt incredibly calm and complacently sensual this morning. The previous night's orgy had loosened her up completely. No longer did she harbor a vague bitterness against Sally for the fuck she'd interrupted the previous week. Now her only regret was that the lovely brunette wasn't there to enjoy pure uninhibited sensuality in the luxurious surroundings of Sid's Spanish-style ranchhouse.
She felt that today would be a good time to head back home and make up with her pretty girlfriend, and have a nice, long fuck-session with Sally and Saxon. Even now, with her entire body apparently sated from last night's endless sex, she felt a little tingle of arousal in her cunt as she contemplated the erotic time the three of them would have together. She even felt there was now a thing or two she could teach Sally about sex.
Feeling too antsy to just lie beside the pool, Angie decided to go for a walk. First, though, she walked over to where Sharon and Tim were stretched out side by side, arms lying casually over one another's backs. They looked like typical young lovers in their passive mood of quiet intimacy. No one who hadn't seen for himself would guess the lascivious activities they had participated in last night.
"Hi, you two," she greeted them, prodding their feet playfully with her toes.
The couple rolled lazily over onto their backs and smiled up at Angie.
"Good morning," Sharon murmured with the hushed sensuality of a well-fed cat. "Did you enjoy yourself last night?"
"Words fail me, my dear," Angie giggled, dropping onto her knees between the handsome twosome and giving them both a big hug. "You sure are nice people," she said. "And I sure am glad I'm the kind of girl who picks up strangers and fucks their dogs."
"It was beautiful last night, Angie, it really was. You're an amazing woman. I really enjoyed fucking you, too," Tim added mischievously.
"Did you fuck me?" Angie asked in surprise, and then laughed.
"Sure did, but you were so far gone by then, you were riding one long orgasm. I don't think you even noticed when one shift climbed off and the relief man got on."
"Wow, that's why I feel so good this morning. Fulfilled another one of my fantasies without even realizing it. Something down here must have registered though," she remarked lewdly, stroking a hand gently over her shorts-covered crotch. "It sure feels good." Giving each of the handsome teenagers a quick kiss, she rose to her feet. "I'm going for a little walk. To get myself together, as they say. See you later."
Waving gaily at the group around poolside, she went through the fence gate and headed out across the yard, following a route in the general direction of the art barn.
Angie felt too full of exuberant energy to be satisfied with just walking, so she broke into a playful little run, a kind of childlike hippity-hop. Without consciously having any idea of where she was going or what she intended to do, she went directly to the barn.
While I'm here, I may as well drop in and say hello to Jethro, she thought, realizing suddenly that she was anxious to see the dog again. She had missed getting fucked by him last night, and now seemed like as good a time as any to make up for that oversight.
You really are a horny broad, she scolded herself playfully, in fact amazed that she could actually think about more sex after last night's orgy. It really seemed that the more she got, the more she wanted.
Jethro's quarters were a well-cushioned stall in one corner of the barn. Angie was disappointed to discover that the animal was not where she expected to find him. She headed back out through the open door, only to spot the huge golden dog bounding across the mesquite in her direction, his ears flapping in the breeze as he barked in greeting.
"Hi, Jethro. Here, boy!" Angie called the handsome dog, collapsing in a fit of giggles when Jethro raised both paws to her shoulders and smothered her face with wet generous kisses. "Hey, hey, hold it, fella! Wow, you sure are excitable today. Last night did great things for your disposition, too, I see." She led the dog back into the barn in an unconscious search for more privacy.
Jethro settled down comfortably in his cushioned bed when Angie sat down there. "You sure are a pretty boy, Jethro darling," Angie crooned as she stroked his fur with long smooth motions that ran from the top of his head down to his long ragged tail. The animal's features immediately took on a look of sheer bliss as he reveled in the woman's comforting attentions.
"You like being with your Angie, don't you boy, even now when you know you could fuck any girl in the house."
Angie was feeling lewd and intensely stimulated, and the idea of having her own little private orgy here with the dog seemed a fitting and titillating aftermath to the previous evening's erotic activities.
Angie wanted to make Jethro feel really good, and she probed her libido for some inspiration that would make this session with the big dog something special. She would likely be leaving this evening, and she wanted to give Jethro something to remember her by. Something he hadn't yet experienced with any of his newfound lovers.
Just then Angie caught sight of the animal's hardening red prick peeking from its furry sheath, and what she should do suddenly seemed self-evident. She wanted to feel that hard, slippery dog-cock in her mouth!
A little thrill of excitement ran through her cunt as she realized just how depraved her intention was. She had never even sucked Saxon's cock. But she wanted to go down on Jethro – right now.
Before starting, Angie decided to remove her shorts and top and get herself thoroughly in the mood for a good sexy encounter. Once naked, she already felt titillated by the sheer fact of lying curled up with the dog in his hair-littered bed, hugging and stroking him as she would a human lover, her own fair skin such a tantalizing complement to his long golden fur.
Jethro was lying on his side facing Angie, and it was easy for her to reach over and begin stroking his tapered rod to increasing firmness with one hand while the other worked at her own heating gash.
"Oh, Jethro, darling," she cooed into the big dog's ear. "You have such a lovely hard cock, sweetheart. Just touching it makes me want to do all kinds of things with it, to feel it inside my pussy again."
Her own wanton words inciting her to action, the excited blonde bent her head down and clasped the hard, pulsing dog-cock between her lips, making timid nibbling motions around the tip before letting the rock-hard prick-shaft slip farther to the back of her throat.
God, his cock tastes like honey, she thought lewdly as she began to explore the slippery rod with her tongue, licking and sucking his blood-engorged tool like a depraved woman, reveling in her own decadence, her own heart-felt surrender to total sensuality.
The dog Jethro let out a long throaty moan, and Angie felt a responsive tingle in her own gently writhing cunt to think she was bringing such forbidden new delights to her impressive dog-lover. She guided his sleek, thick cock back and forth, back and forth into the welcoming depths of her mouth with one hand while the other reached down over his hairy loins to caress his heavy-laden balls. Again the dog whimpered uncontrollably, wriggling his belly slightly to force his pointed dick farther back into the perverse woman's mouth.
He has such a beautiful cock. I love the feel of it in my mouth! Angie thought, racing her tongue round and round the swollen tip, then absorbing the whole palpitating prick-shaft far into the back recesses of her slavishly receptive throat. Never in her wildest dreams would she have imagined herself giving a dog a blow-job, but now here she was licking and laving this huge animal's distended prick as though her life depended on it. And loving every incredible, depraved moment!
Last night's orgy had definitely eradicated any earlier inhibitions Angie might still have had. Now there was nothing left to prevent her from doing whatever turned her on. She felt totally free to be her most wanton, liberated self, and the feeling was a good one. At the moment the feeling was the freedom to suck a dog's cock.
Angie realized she was giving this dog an experience such as none he might ever again come across, and somehow this thought only reconfirmed her in her lewd compulsion, made her more sure that there was nothing in the world right now she wanted more than the wet hard, filling presence of the dog's cock in her mouth.
The dog's whimpers were becoming more frequent and his loins were jerking more insistently down towards her hungrily working mouth, driving Angie to new peaks of sensual stimulation. She could feel hot pussy-juice running down her thighs from her wetly aroused cunt, and she decided that, while she was enjoying the depraved pleasure of sucking the dog's cock, she might as well go all the way and get herself into a sixty-nine with Tim's huge pet. Then she, too, could get off while she continued to suck and lap at Jethro's growing red dick.
Hurriedly maneuvering herself around, Angie now lay with her head buried against the giant animal's loins and her pussy positioned right before Jethro's nose, offering the animal her wide-open cunt in exchange for her continued sucking of his pulsing cock.
Jethro was still conscious enough, despite the incredible excitement in his cock and balls, to smell the muskiness of Angie's pussy and seek out its hot, tantalizing taste. His tongue shot out and licked wetly all the way up from Angie's puckered little asshole over the hair-lined crack that sheltered her cunt-mouth, to the hard nub of her aroused clitoris.
"Mmmmmm!" the blonde moaned wantonly around the filling presence of the dog's big cock in her mouth, tonguing his tool more frantically as her crotch churned against Jethro's muzzle in heated response to his rough, talented dog-tongue.
"Oh, yes, Jethro darling! Lick my cunt like that, sweetie!"
Angie had raised her head from his cock just long enough to encourage the dog, then she immediately closed her wet lips once again around the tapered tip of his rampaging rod and began to nibble and slaver her way down to the base until almost his whole red prick was lost inside her slaving mouth.
Angie was going wild with perverse excitement just from imagining how she would look to an observer, curled up in a doggie bed with this huge golden mongrel, her blonde head buried between his loins, her cunt pumping furiously up against his dutifully licking tongue. Her whole body shuddered with wanton arousal as she pictured her own depravity in her mind's eye, at the same time responding hotly to the long, wet tongue doing such incredible rousing service to her asshole, her cunt-lips and her stiff clit.
Lewdly, Angie opened her legs as wide as she could to give the dog total access to her wildly craving twat, humping her hips furiously in his face, her mind afire with lust. She could already feel the explosion building in her belly, and her hunching became more and more rapid in tempo with the hungry manipulations of her mouth and the stroking of her hand at Jethro's balls.
"Well, Jesus Christ, what have we here?!"
Despite her excitement, Angie had no difficulty in recognizing the voice of her host, Sid Bailey. She was reluctant to abandon any aspect of her wanton activity, so strongly could she feel the lust tendrils torturing every sensitive little nerve ending in her entire body. If Sid wanted to watch, that was fine with her. What she wanted was to feel Jethro come in her mouth, and to feel her own cunt burst in a wild explosive orgasm. She couldn't stop now.
Sid Bailey had come to the barn for a short respite from the heady sensual atmosphere in the house. He had come wildly and strongly last night at the orgy, and he figured that, as usual, he wouldn't be interested in sex again for at least another ten days or so. He'd been totally taken by surprise by the sight that greeted him in the barn – the dog moaning and licking the blonde's cunt while she actually worked her mouth obscenely up and down Jethro's long, tapered prick. He'd never seen anything like it. Never expected to see anything like it. A girl who would actually get into a sixty-nine with a dog!
What amazed the older man most was that he could actually feel his cock getting hard in his pants, just from watching the incredibly uninhibited antics this blonde had got herself wrapped up in. He watched Jethro's turgid red prick ram in and out between her moistly pursed lips, and he could feel an answering pulsation down in his balls. He watched the dog's tongue deal long, steady licks to her widespread cunt, and his brain caught fire with a new perverted lust. He suddenly felt very strongly that he wanted to become involved in this incredible twosome. And in a way just as perverse as what Angie had chosen for herself. He wanted to screw this wanton broad in the asshole!
Impressed by the newfound sexual potency inspired in him by this remarkably sensual woman, Sid grasped her firmly by the butt and maneuvered her around so her ass was facing him, her mouth still laboring over the dog's blood-swollen cock. He began to investigate her upturned snatch with his finger, prodding at the swollen bud of her clitoris, then down over the flanges of her cunt, ramming a finger momentarily up into the hotly seeping confines of her fuck-hole. Then his finger circled tentatively at the tightly clenched entrance to her shitter, pushing slightly at the sphincter, then retreating again to work back down to her clit.
Sid could feel the blood pounding in his dick as he became more and more excited at the prospect of buggering Angie. The thought that the kneeling blonde couldn't possibly yet suspect his sadistic plan further titillated his unusually responsive senses. Absently he ran a hand over the bulge in his pants, reassuring his growing cock that its turn was coming soon… soon.
Angie was slightly dismayed to feel Bailey's hands maneuvering her around, taking her craving pussy out of range of Jethro's tantalizing tongue. But the man's hand teasing her clitoris, her cunt and her asshole was dealing her its own kind of pleasure, and she began to become wildly aroused again by the thought of getting diddled by this strange man even while she continued to suck and slaver at the dog's cock.
Rotating her butt back in eager little circles to encourage Bailey's hand, she pursed her lips more tightly around the animal's pulsing cock and moved her head evenly up and down, squeezing the dog's prick with her lips as she moved.
"God, you never quit, do you, woman?" the TV producer asked in amazement as he watched her round firm white asscheeks churn backward in search for more of his fingers.
Bailey pulled down his zipper and freed his swollen prick with one hand while the other continued to tease its way back and forth between Angie's clitoris and her tight-clenched bung. He looked down at his smooth, heavily veined prick lurching so impatiently out from his fly and patted it gently, reassuring his cock that it would soon get what it was after.
Turning his attention back to Angie's well-lubricated cunt, he rammed a finger far up into her fuck-hole, coating it well with her hot, viscous fluids. Then he moved the finger to her shitter and prodded gently but insistently at it until his fingertip sunk up into her rubbery asshole as far as the first joint.
"Uuuuuuugghh!" Angie moaned around the dog-cock still steadily skewering up into her slaving mouth.
She had never felt a finger invade her asshole before, and the hard, slender presence shocked and surprised her. But as Bailey began to work and rotate his finger farther up inside her butt, she discovered a subtle little masochistic response in her brain trigger her acceptance of this new kind of sexual invasion.
"Mmm, yessss!" she mewled uninhibitedly, once again rotating her buns in unrestricted, total acceptance of what Bailey was doing to her defenseless asshole.
Encouraged by the woman's initial acceptance of his finger in her ass, Sid pushed harder, until his whole finger was hotly imbedded in her tight-clasping shit-chute. Just the awareness that he was diddling a woman's asshole with his finger made Bailey's cock jerk even harder, and he began to rub the tip in the wet juices clinging to Angie's pussy-lips, preparing his prick for the difficult penetration to come. And still his finger remained buried in her bowels, wriggling excitingly, expanding her asshole for his bloated cock.
Angie's hands and mouth labored frantically over Jethro's hairy balls and long, tapered prick as the uninhibited blonde responded fully to Sid's finger wriggling and churning up inside her virginal asshole. She wouldn't have known how to describe the sensation emanating from the maddening ass-fingering, but it was definitely sexy. She wanted more and more of the wildly erotic motions that were expanding and relaxing her shitter. It made her feel definitely wanton, downright whorish in fact to realize that she was responding wholeheartedly to this sadistic erotic stimulation.
Satisfied that the sexy blonde was as ready as she'd ever be, Bailey carefully pulled his finger from her asshole and began to prod at it again with the blunt, juices-slickened head of his prick. Slowly, insidiously, he worked the mushroom knob around and around the tight-shut bung, massaging and soothing it into accepting response, stroking away any anxieties Angie might be feeling about this strange presence at her ass. Then suddenly, without warning, he leaned forward with all his strength and shoved his blunt-nosed cock partway up Angie's asshole.
"Aaagghhhh!!"
Angie's mouth abandoned the dog's pulsing prick as she screamed with sudden pain. Her buttcheeks strove to wriggle away from the perverted invasion, her hands clinging convulsively to Jethro's hairy flanks in a mute appeal for help against this totally unexpected agony.
"You can't do this to me!" she wailed in a pleading, high-pitched voice. "You'll kill me! Please, Sid! Please take your cock out of my ass!"
But her piteous cries for mercy fell on deaf ears. Bailey was so excited by this initial penetration of Angie's defenselessly exposed asshole that her pleas for mercy only goaded him on. Heedless of the pain he was inflicting, he continued to shove his prick relentlessly forward, far up into the hot, tight, glovelike passage that was the most provocative refuge his rock-hard cock had ever known.
"You're gonna love it, baby!" he told the distraught woman sadistically. "Just wait and see. You're gonna love feeling my cock sawing in and out of that sweet little round ass of yours."
"No, Sid, please! It hurts so bad! Please let me go!"
Still the anxious blonde wriggled and pleaded with her merciless tormentor, and still Bailey's hard, pulsating cock continued to force its way up into the reluctantly yielding folds of her rubbery shit-chute. Angie simply couldn't imagine how anyone could be this cruel. She'd felt she was ready for anything in the way of sexual experience, but pain – downright agony – did not fall into her definition of turn-on sensations. She felt horribly trapped, and totally humiliated.
Hot tears began to flow down the blonde's face as she knelt pinioned before the heavy-set producer, her body racked with pain, her mouth oblivious to the dog's prick that jutted from his loins inches from her contorted face.
"Please, Sid! Please, please!" she wailed over and over again, her endless pleas for mercy accompanied by a compulsive rocking motion that tried to ease the pain in her stretched-out bung as Bailey began to saw in and out of her asshole in short, powerful little strokes.
Sid mistook Angie's wriggling attempts to escape the pain for a dawning response to his ass-fucking.
"That's it, baby!" he encouraged her. "You're starting to like it, aren't you? I knew a hot cunt like you would turn on to anything. Even getting screwed in the ass. What would the folks back home think if they could see their little Angie now, eh? Why, she's turned into a whore, they'd say."
Bailey grinned down maliciously at the firmly molded asscheeks that wriggled provocatively before his relentless gaze.
"God, you've got a beautiful ass, doll!" he complimented her in a voice that was becoming hoarse with lust. "Jeez, I just love fucking this gorgeous little ass of yours!"
His eyes were becoming glazed over with the unmistakable signs of total preoccupied sensuality. Bailey realized he hadn't been this turned on since he was a carefree schoolboy, and he had this hot little blonde to thank for it all. Man, she was really something else. He thanked his lucky stars for the day Tim had brought this chick home with him.
Despite herself, Angie found she was becoming strangely stimulated by Sid Bailey's perversely erotic words and the images they evoked. Sure, the folks back home would think she'd turned into a whore if they could see her kneeling in a dog's bed, his hard prick staring her in the face while a dirty old man fucked the living shit out of her defenseless asshole.
Angie realized there was a strong element of masochism in these new titillating feelings she was experiencing, and for a moment she felt ashamed that she should revel in her own humiliation. But on the other hand, she reminded herself, sadomasochism was another aspect of sensuality, one she hadn't really investigated so far.
As the pain in her asshole gradually abated, just as Bailey had predicted it would, she began to actually take joy from the idea of her own humiliation, her own total subjugation to another's perverted will. She was beginning to enjoy the concept of being fucked brutally in the ass – and simultaneously she was beginning to enjoy the reality of Bailey's relentless bestial screwing. Her bung was starting to feel incredibly stimulated, and now Angie's butt began rotating backward in orgiastic acceptance of Bailey's buggering prick.
Once again Angie contemplated the stiff, bright-red length of the dog's hard prick with hungry desire, and she bent forward to again enclose his whole cock up in her mouth. Like a woman gone wild, she sucked hungrily at the engorged cock, her head working up and down its slick, distended length in obscene tempo to the hard, relentless fuck-strokes into her newly initiated asshole. For a moment her mouth again abandoned Jethro's cock, so she could look back over her shoulder at Bailey.
"Jesus, it feels good, you fucking bastard! Screw my ass, if that's what you want! Fuck me! I love it! I love it!"
Driven to new heights of wanton sensuality by her own lewd words, Angie again clamped her flushed pink lips over the dog's cock and reestablished the sucking rhythm that she hoped would bring the whimpering dog to orgasm. She wanted to feel his hot jism shooting into the back of her throat. She wanted to swallow every last drop of the animal's sperm, to revel in her own depraved sensuality by taking all Jethro's load into her throat while Bailey emptied his spunk into her forever stretched asshole.
It suddenly occurred to Angie that her present situation was almost the reverse of the one she'd experienced in the forest the other day with Jethro fucking her cunt while she sucked Tim's cock. Now it was the dog's cock she was sucking, while the man fucked her, only this time her asshole was experiencing the hard-driving stimulation of a swollen cock, not her cunt.
She was impressed by her own boldness, her own wanton sexuality, as she realized there was indeed nothing she couldn't take without becoming hopelessly excited, thoroughly turned on. She was the total sensual woman, with no hole now virginal. She realized she'd only thought she was free before. Now she really was.
Suddenly Angie realized that what she most wanted to do now was to go home and share her new worldliness with Sally. Now their relationship could be all and more she'd ever hoped it could be. No jealousy, no possessiveness, just endless enjoyable sexuality.
Seized by a sudden intense happiness, Angie undulated her asscheeks furiously back to meet the powerful, stimulating fuck-strokes Bailey was directing far up into her tight asshole. It felt so good, so good, and Angie grunted abandonedly around the dog-cock in her mouth as her belly and butt pleaded for more of the exciting ass-fucking that was driving her to new summits of wanton sexual fantasy striving to swallow all Bailey's relentless prick in her tight-grasping asshole.
"God, baby, you are too much!" Bailey grunted through clenched teeth as he strove to meet the furious rotating tempo of the blonde's shapely butt. He had never seen a woman turn on to any kind of fucking the way this beauty was responding right now, and the thought that it was his own thick stiff prick ramming in and out of her ass that was turning Angie on like this drove him to a wild peak of abandon that the sexually inhibited male had never known before.
Bailey had spent an adult lifetime trying to find his own stride sexually, to discover the kind of erotic stimulation that would allow him to enjoy the intense arousal other people apparently experienced. Now his cock was palpitating with a fury he would never have dared dream of mere hours ago. And it was all thanks to this gorgeous, sexy blonde whom chance had brought into his life and lust had bound here for the best part of the last incredible week.
Sid could feel his cock growing steadily as it continued to stroke in and out of Angie's responsive asshole. In a moment, he realized he would enjoy an orgasm such as he had never known before, and he threw heart and soul into rushing out to meet this new overwhelming experience in sensuality.
Feeling the presence of Bailey's mercilessly skewering cock growing up in her dilated shitter, Angie felt some last switch of self-control slip into overdrive as her mouth pumped furiously up and down over Jethro's slippery dick and her ass swallowed Bailey's tool with superhuman abandon.
"Ohh, I'm coming! I'm coming, baby! Fuucckk!!" she heard the older man yell behind her even as she tasted the first drops of the dog's fiery jizz shooting into the back of her throat. The two males' release triggered her own orgasm, and for long moments there was nothing in her being but sheer skyrocketing sensation that triggered and exploded every hidden little nerve-ending in her entire quivering body.
"Mmmmmm!" she mewled happily around Jethro's spurting cock, swallowing greedily until the big dog's dick was sucked dry, only then letting herself slump forward against his belly in orgasmic exhaustion. She could feel Sid's convulsive seizures up behind her gradually abate as the big man fell forward on her, the last ounce of his climactic energy exhausted.
"First-class, baby. You are really a top-drawer babe, you know that?" Sid complimented her, then lapsed into silence as all three orgiasts let the revitalized strength of sexual satisfaction seep into their exhausted limbs and bellies.
Jethro, Sharon, Tim and Sid were all gathered around Angie out by her big Buick. They were there to say good-bye and all four experienced their own little pangs of sorrow as they realized just how much they owed to this generous, sensual California woman. The thought they might never see her again was painful to each of the three humans, and even Jethro was whimpering slightly, sensing that the pretty lady was going away and realizing intuitively that he would miss her.
It was past nine o'clock on Sunday evening, and Angie was determined to get away tonight, although Sid, Tim and Sharon had all done their best to persuade her to stay just one more night. She was going to miss her newfound friends and lovers, but she felt that she must get back to Sally as soon as possible, to establish that things were going to be all right between them, and to share her incredible recent experiences with her lovely girlfriend. She could no longer stand the suspense of being out of touch with Sally, of not knowing how things were with the other woman.
Angie shuddered to recall how cruel she'd been the last time she saw Sally, and she wanted to make up for that thoughtlessness as soon as possible. She needed to reconfirm the old roots. It was fun to get away and meet new friends and enjoy new experiences, but home and old-established loved ones were still best.
With lots of hugs and kisses and promises of future visits all around, Angie got into her car and drove quickly off, her eyes misty with the sad-happy pain of parting.
"Quite a woman," Sid Bailey muttered as Angie drove off. "I don't think any of us will be quite the same now that we've met her."
Nodding silent agreement, Tim and Sharon stood arm in arm, watching the Buick disappear into darkness. Jethro barked two short sharp barks of farewell that echoed and died in the cold desert night.