When I came to she was gone. I looked in the fir grove where she had parked the car. No car. I judged by the sun that it was about three. I started home.
The road was oiled but dust still kicked up as I walked. I threw stones at the trees trying to forget I was worried. Why had she left? What would her reaction be, now when she reflected. Had she intended that to happen? Assuredly not! I had looked at her and she had been affected by that strange thing in me that got all of them. But what now? I had to go home and find out but I didn't want to. All at once I remembered Gunilla.
My steps quickened. My heart lifted. A surprise, she had said! Another of her fantastic surprises! Also, I could ask her advice about Mother. She would help me. My Gunilla would help.
There was no one in the front yard. I quickly went up to her room.
Gunilla was curled on the bed reading. Her skirt was well above her knees. My blood quickened at the sight. Only half of her thigh was bare,- but it was enough. It sang to me indecently. Would I never, never get used to it? She put down her book and smiled.
“Well, lover, I thought you'd never get here. I've been waiting for hours!”
“I'm sorry, I said, but listen, I may be in trouble, Nil.”
How beautiful she was. Inside, I mean. She was instantly concerned, jumped up and came to me. Put her arms around me. I told her what had happened. She smiled.
“Sweetheart, don't worry about it. No, she probably didn't plan it the way it worked out. She was caught in it just as you were. But it doesn't matter, Darling. I told you you would have her. She is yours. Oh, she probably told herself she was just trying to solve your 'problem,' but underneath her motives were quite different. She wanted your hands on her-for you to see her body. She may be upset, but not with you. And it will pass. And you will have her. Under you. Just like you want her.”
Something in me said: “I… do… want… to… fuck her!”
She kissed me. “I promise you you shall… and now I have your surprise. Are you ready?” Her eyes danced. I nodded eagerly.
I don't know what I expected. It wasn't what I got. I sat down on the bed while she locked the door. Then she whistled softly. Immediately, from the other side of the bed, a form rose and walked to her. It was Gustav, her doberman.
“Just watch, lover,” she answered my amazed glance. “What you are going to see is very exciting!” Puzzled, I sat back and waited.
But nothing very startling happened, at least at first. She merely patted and stroked the dog's head. Her fingers caressed his jaw, his ears, his neck. Then she ordered him to lie down. She continued petting him, running her fingers through the short hair on his back. She told him to roll over and play dead. She started on his stomach.
Then I began to understand. She was caressing his stomach closer and closer to the cock. She placed her fingers on each side of it and stroked. Gustav opened his eyes, then closed them. He whimpered. She was stroking directly on his cock.
Back and forth with her fingers. She put her hand around the “fore skin” and jacked him off. Back and forth. At the end a tip of red appeared. Then more. And more. Growing and growing, the red thing getting bigger and bigger. She kept wetting her fingers in her mouth and stroking the red part.
She was squatting beside the dog. Gustav grew more and more excited. His mouth hung open. As she jacked his cock he twisted toward her and, raising his nose, began licking her knees. Gunilla leaned toward him, shifting her weight to the balls of her feet. Her knees spread. The dog licked more and more. Her legs parted more. She moved her feet and edged toward him. He growled and explored deeper between her legs with his nose. Gunilla's hand moved faster on his cock, and, quickly shifting hands, she moved faster, and still faster. Gustav's body was trembling with eagerness. He probed his nose deep and licked and licked at her thighs which opened and closed caressing his head.
Gunilla was facing me, her legs wide. I could see she wore no pants. The golden crown of her cunt was just visible in the darkness. Every few seconds she glanced at me. When she caught me trying to see, she sat down and spread her legs full. Light from the window fell on her. I could see the cunt perfectly: the great mass of blond hair darkening to the slit. And the dog at her, licking her magnificent thighs.
“Here, Gustav,” she called softly, “come in here, boy, and lick me. Lick me, Gustav! See, I'm loving your big red cock for you, so lap me, lick my cunt for me, Gustav! Do you like it, darling? Lick me, lick me, Gustav!”
The dog squirmed towards her, sniffing at her cunt. Then his long tongue was out and at her. He licked in long strokes covering her loins from her ass over her hole to her clitoris. Gunilla moaned and looked at me.
“His tongue is so long, sweetheart. So good. I love you, Lars, but I wish your tongue was as long as Gustav's.” I was very excited, too excited to care. I watched in fascination as she moaned under the dog's attentions. Then suddenly she rolled away and ran for the bed. Gustav was after her with a puzzled growl. She sat beside me on the bed, her legs open. Immediately the dog was at her again, thrusting his nose under her skirt and licking, licking at her cunt.
“I thought you might want a closer look. Do you like it, sweetheart, do you like to watch? Like to see my doggy lick me? See my doggy eat my cunt for me?” Her face was a mass of passion. Excitement. I had been bothered at first but now the excitement possessed me. I nodded, watching him lick her.
She moaned and fumbled at her side, opening something. Drawing back her legs she slid the skirt off onto the dog. He backed away a step, shook loose, and returned to her naked body.
Gunilla thrust her loins at him and took off her blouse. She wore no brassiere. Nothing. The dog was licking furiously at her legs, her cunt. She seized his nose and rubbed it on her clitoris while he licked at the cuntjuice in her hole. She was wild, lifting her cunt more and more to him. Gustav barked and lapped in a frenzy. She lost her balance on the edge of the bed and fell stark naked to the floor.
Gustav was barking and whining with excitement. He was all over her licking, licking.
“Gustav, Gustav, my tits, here.” She pushed her breasts up at him and pulled his mouth to her tit. I saw the huge nipple swelling, hard. The dog's mouth opened, his long tongue lap wildly over it. Gustav licked her all over-down her sides, her stomach, her legs, making her twist and roll on the floor from the excitement, the sensation. I was terribly aroused. There was something about the sight, the idea of this animal licking her that was maddening.
Gunilla tried to get to the bed. Gustav leapt on her from behind, mounting her, so she sprawled beside me, half on the bed half off. And he had his cock in her. He was fucking her! She screamed and moaned in ecstasy. She screamed at me: “Lars, Lars! My tits, Lars! Feel them, suck them. Please…”
I grabbed the tit nearest me and felt its weight. I played my fingers over it pummeling it lightly. Squeezed it. Stroked it. Spit on my palm and massaged the nipple. I burrowed under her. She lifted herself a little on her arms to help. I nuzzled to her clitoris. Gustav's cock was going in and out of her hole in front of my eyes. I licked everything I could reach, trying to alternate with him.
Then I felt her hand at my pants. She pulled out my cock. She licked it copiously as the dog was licking her, took it into her mouth, and began to suck me with abandon. I got both hands on her tits and squeezed.
Gustav's breathing was deep in his throat, coming out in a whining growl and getting louder. Gunilla moaned louder. She raised her head, saying over and over in a high pitched little sing song: “Suck me fuck me suck me fuck me!” She was wild. “Gustav, FUCK ME! Lars, SUCK ME! God, I'm coming… Lars, Gustav! I'm coming… oh, fuck me, suck me, i'm coming!” I pushed her head back to my cock.
The dog was humping feverishly at her, barking and yowling. She sucked hysterically as she came again and again. I came into that fleshy sucking and fell back on the bed, moaning. Gunilla, unconscious, kept sucking me, licking and sucking. The dog tapered off and dropped to the floor.
But the wantonness refused to ebb. As I lay in the sudden silence with only the sound of panting, it kept growing. Then I heard the vacuum cleaner outside. Annie!
“Gunilla, Annie's out there. Throw your clothes over you. I'll get her, and we'll put the dog on her.” Gunilla grinned sleepily, pulling her skirt and jacket half over her.
“An orgy, Lars? An orgy with the dog? Marvelous!” I glanced at the window. It was late but not yet time for dinner. There was time. I went out to Annie.
Her eyes got huge when she saw me. She was confused. Her lips parted. I liked Annie. Her eyes so blue and wide. So adoring when she looked at me. I went to her and kissed her. Her lips were soft and melted against mine. Her mouth opened. I let my tongue glide into her. I looked into her eyes -kept my eyes open. She closed hers after a moment and leaned against me trembling.
“Annie,” I said drawing away my mouth, “come in here with me.” I drew her toward the door.
“But that is Miss Gunilla's room.”
“It's all right, Annie,” I held her eyes. “Remember, you are mine, Annie. Come. I will take care of you…” I opened the door and we entered. The key was in the lock. I turned it behind me.
Gunilla smiled warmly at her and started petting the dog by trailing her arm over the edge of the bed. Gustav looked up from the floor, glanced at Annie, and rose. He rooted his nose under Gunilla's clothes.
Annie stared! I pulled her against me. She caught her breath, glancing at Gunilla. Then she relaxed and watched what was happening. Gunilla stroked the bottom of Gustav's belly and he began licking her legs. I could feel Annie breathe harder and shiver with rousing excitement.
“Gustav!” I called. “Here, Gustav!” Gunilla pushed his head out from her skirt and pointed her finger to me. The dog looked at her, then came over.
“Pet him, Annie,” I told her. “Pet the nice dog.” Annie stared at the doberman fascinated. “He won't hurt you. Annie. Pet him.” She tentatively reached out a finger and touched Gustav's head. He looked at her and moved his head to be stroked. She did so cautiously. I could tell she liked the feel of the short hair against her palm. She began petting him with more confidence.
“Annie,” I whispered. “Stroke his stomach. He loves it.” She knelt beside him, reached under and caressed his belly. Gustav pushed his long nose under her skirt and rubbed its wet tip along her thigh. Involuntarily she spread her legs wider. He moved closer and ran his nose farther up her legs beginning to lick them gently as he smelled her cuntjuice. Annie's hand touched his cock-felt the red tip sliding out. She started to withdraw. “Don't be afraid, Annie,” I said, leaning over and taking her by the wrist-pushing her fingers against the cock. “Stroke it, Annie. Gustav won't hurt you. He likes it. And he'll be good to you if you make him happy. If you play with his cock for him. You like dogs, so. Play with his cock, Annie! You've wanted so long to play with a dog's cock-but you never dared. Now you have one, Annie. Play with it. Slide your hand over his red slippery cock and feel it. Feel the texture of it. You'll love it, Annie.” She trembled at my words, and at the attentions of the dog beneath her skirt. She cast an apprehensive glance at Gunilla, but the girl smiled and nodded to her encouragingly. The red cock was out now and growing. Annie's hand went around it and a shiver of excitement ran through her and the dog simultaneously. She squeezed it gently and pulled it back and forth. Gustav groaned and began licking her all the way to the cunt.
He disappeared beneath her skirt. We could see his head moving. He was lapping eagerly at her cunt. Annie became wilder and wilder, overpowered by the sensation. She fell to her knees. She squirmed and moaned laying her head against her flank and stroking his cock. Gunilla got up and came to us. She unzipped Annie's skirt, motioning me to remove the blouse. We undressed her, running our hands over her body as we did so. Annie was out of her mind with excitement.
We took off her clothes. She was not wearing pants. All the time Gustav was at her, licking and licking at her cunt. Annie, dizzy from the caresses, sank forward till her cheek was on the rug. Gunilla stuck her fingers in her own cunt and smeared the juice over Annie, got more on her hands, and rubbed it onto Annie's tits. Gustav licked after it. His tongue was everywhere, across her tits, in her arm pits, along her sides, her stomach, her navel, and back to her thighs, her cunt. Annie writhed under his caresses.
Gunilla brought her mouth to me, her fingers to my fly. We began kissing, petting, undressing each other while we watched them. Annie rolled over on her side. She saw the slippery red thing right above her face. She moaned and twisted on to her back, reached for it, stroking and caressing it. Then her arms were around the dog and she lifted her face. She ran her lips along his cock. Gustav howled; Annie was possessed. She took the cock completely into her mouth, sucking and sucking it. The dog shook. His jaws opened and closed, and he howled with delight.
Gunilla broke away from me and squatted on the floor by his head, bringing her cunt up full to his nose. He licked her furiously. She gestured to me, pointing at Annie. I understood. Kneeling I buried my face in Annie's cunt. I didn't care about anything. My fingers found her clitoris and my tongue dug into her hole savoring the thick juice, the rich taste of her loins.
Gustav howled and barked. I could tell he was coming, but Annie went on sucking furiously. He came. I felt her body shake as his juice splashed into her throat, but she didn't stop sucking. Gustav tried to move off but she held him fixed. Then he began to get excited again. I heard him growl and lap at Gunilla.
I rolled onto my back, and called, “Annie, Annie! Let go- let go of him a moment.” She moaned and looked at me. “Annie, here, climb onto my cock-here!” I commanded. Gunilla pulled Gustav aside and Annie complied. She threw her legs across me and sat down on my cock. She was so wet from the licking that I slid immediately in to the hilt. She groaned as it plumbed her to the center. I looked up at her wanton face, the eyes closed. “Open your eyes, Annie, I want to see what's happening in you.” She moaned. It made her ashamed to look at me. “Look at me, Annie,” I commanded. She looked. Her eyes were naked lust. “Now the dog is going to fuck you, Annie.” Her eyes lurched. A faint wail came from deep in her and continued. She was panting. Hair was matted on her wet face. “But not just ordinary fucking, Annie, the dog is going to fuck your ass hole, Annie.” Her eyes closed and her cunt spasmed. “Open your eyes, Annie, look at me.” She looked. “You are embarrassed, aren't you Annie. You're shy when I say a dog is going to fuck your ass hole?” Sounds came from her loose mouth, but they weren't words. Her cunt opened and closed on me. “Do you want that, Annie? Do you want to be fucked in your ass hole by a dog?”
“Oh, God,” she said.
“You want that, don't you?”
“Oh, God!”
“Don't you. Admit it!”
“Oh, God, yes, I want it. Please let me get fucked in my ass hole by a dog!” She fell on my chest, drawing up her knees so her ass was raised. Gunilla helped the dog mount her. He was fucking blindly. She calmed him and led his cock to the hole. She whispered in Annie's ear:
“Now you're going to get it, Annie. Here it is at your ass hole Annie. Shall I put it in?”
“Don't tease. Please don't tease,” she whimpered. “Please don't tease.”
Gunilla slipped the prick in and the dog began fucking wildly and tirelessly.
Poor Annie. It was almost more than she could bear. She screamed in ecstasy, writhing on my cock. This doubled her pleasure. She bucked and squirmed as the pleasure came from everywhere. I moved my loins, managing with the aid of her writhing to create a fine fucking motion. And Gustav, on top of her, howled and fucked.
“Annie, Annie, how do you like it?” I asked, shouting. “You are being fucked in the ass by a dog-Annie! A dog, Annie. A beast! His cock all red and hot for you-and in your ass, Annie. A big dog's cock deep in your ass! And my cock beside it, deep in your cunt!” My voice rose to a shout. I could feel the animal's prick rubbing at mine through her thin membrane and it was excruciatingly pleasurable. I looked at Annie's face contorted and screaming with joy. At that moment Gunilla's cunt blotted out the world.
She had straddled me, sitting on my face. Her cunt was wet and sweet with her juice. She lowered it squarely on my lips. They parted. I drank. And then I reached up hard with my tongue and licked her. The taste. The joy.
The unbelievable taste of Gunilla in my mouth, in my throat. And Annie writhing on my cock. My tongue in one, my cock in the other. I reached for Gunilla's tits. I had my choice. My hands raised to Annie's, caressed them a moment, then reached for Gunilla. The wildness of it. Two women's tits available in easy reach. But there was no choice. In all the world there is no choice in tits to Gunilla's. I stroked and fondled them, while she reached down under Annie's body and took her tits in her hands.
I was raked by the passion. Pure lust. I was consumed as never before. I felt Gunilla's hands on Annie's tits-how well they caressed them-and even that maddened me. I thought of how well Annie was being treated-what a work out she was getting. And that maddened me. I licked and sucked at Gunilla's cunt, probing, drinking, sucking out more, and that drove me insane. Suddenly everyone was bellowing: “I'm coming. I'm coming!” Everything was flesh and shouting and sopping cunts and dogs barking arid Gunilla shouting and over everything else in the wild animal screams of Annie completely out of control. Then the world blew apart with ecstasy.