Angela Sims stepped out of her bath like Aphrodite rising from the waves, a vision of beauty, the water dripping from her flawlessly curved body, her long blonde hair tied up in a slightly damp shining blob of gold behind her head. Humming to herself, the young wife stood on the bath mat, slowly drying herself with a large fleecy towel, marveling how such a simple act could have so much hidden sensuality in it.
Ever since the young housewife had determined to do something about her deprived sex life, the whole world had seemed different. She shivered a little as the towel brushed lightly over her high-swelling breasts, automatically bringing the sensitive little nipples half-way erect. Yes, ever since Hans had taught her just how strongly her body could react to touch and feel, the happy young blonde had never ceased to marvel at the endless possibilities for sensual pleasure.
Sliding the towel slowly down over her sleek flat belly, Angela savored for a moment the final delight of her bath, hesitating before finally dropping the towel to her loins to tease lightly at her golden pubic hair, rubbing the water away, yet at the same time doing far more. Already she could sense the sensual moisture building up inside her cunt, not only from the gentle pressure of the towel against her nerve-filled inner softness but also from the knowledge that within a few minutes Hans' lust-quelling tongue would once again be slipping deep up into her quivering wetness.
The very thought of the lewd scene she was anticipating with her huge pet began to spark mad little flecks of unbalanced passion in the young woman's mind, so she hurried her final moments in the bathroom, suddenly anxious to begin the afternoon's shameful debauchery. Putting on her dressing gown over her milk-white nakedness and carelessly tying the belt in front, Angela walked quickly through the house, heading for the back door. Opening the door, the lovely young blonde called out, "Hans! Come on in, boy. It's time." She remained by the door, holding it open for several seconds, expecting the dog's usual eager entry, but nothing happened. This time the young woman put her head a little ways out the door, holding the dressing gown together over her voluptuously swelling breasts and called again, "Hans! Hans, come here!" Nothing.
Perplexed by now, Angela decided she'd better go outside and see what was wrong. Just the other day the big dog had been madly engaged in digging for a gopher, and his mistress was hardly able to coax him from his exciting task. But to the young wife's surprise, she didn't see Hans anywhere. Walking through the yard, Angela looked behind everything that could possibly conceal a large German shepherd, but he had obviously disappeared. That's when she saw it.
The gate was slightly open!
Walking quickly to the gate, forgetting for a moment to keep a tight hold on the top of her dressing gown so that it gaped open, exposing all of one breast down to the nipple, Angela stared in perplexed horror at the open lock. The surprise quickly turned to anger. Only a human could have opened the gate, she knew, it just wasn't possible for a dog to do it with his teeth!
Her dog had been kidnapped!
One hand flying to her mouth in the classic attitude of shock, the young woman stepped through the open gate, giving one last pleading cry, "Hans! Hans, baby, come here." But even before the words were out of her mouth, Angela knew it was useless. There would be no answer. For several agonized seconds the distraught young woman walked about aimlessly by the gate, no particular plan in mind, but rather automatically hoping that if she stayed near the spot somehow everything would be made right and she would have Hans back.
As she lowered her eyes to fight back the tears that were threatening to overflow, her gaze played unheedingly over the ground before what she was looking at began to make sense.
There were tracks near the gate! Dog prints mixed with the prints of a woman's shoe! It had rained the night before and the ground was still soft, a little muddy in places, so the prints were clearly visible.
Bending lower, the staring young blonde took a close look at the tracks. The dog prints must have been made by Hans, she reasoned. They were too big to belong to any other dog in the neighborhood. But what about the shoe prints? Could they have been made by the person who took Hans? Angela wondered excitedly. Almost without realizing it, the bereaved young wife had drifted away from the gate, walking down the road following the prints. Yes – yes… Hans' prints continued on besides those others, there was no doubt of it now. Looking up, Angela found herself already half-way down the road toward Sylvia's house, and then all at once the whole picture fell into place. How stupid of her not to have realized it at once, she thought bitterly.
Sylvia had stolen Hans!
Yes, somehow the shameless woman who lived down the road must have found out about Hans' strange interests, Angela thought in rising anger. Yes, that thieving bitch must be forcing her beloved dog into horrible perversions right this moment. Never did it occur to the angry young woman to temper her condemnation of her neighbor with the admission that she too little Angela the pure – had also been guilty of encouraging the animal in acts that would have both shocked and sickened her only short days ago, but then, jealousy works that way. Yes, Angela was jealous, as jealous as she would have been if some predatory woman had lured away her husband Jack. Maybe even a little more, because she was not able to find with Jack the same fantastic sexual release she found with Hans.
Determinedly the lovely young blonde strode down the road toward Sylvia's house, seemingly unconcerned that she was clad only in her dressing gown, her long blonde hair beginning to escape from the knot she had tied it in, one thick lock after another falling about her shoulders as she walked.
When Angela was only a few short yards from Sylvia's back gate she heard a sharp yapping sound that could only have come from Hans' throat, and a cold wave of fear passed over her body. What was Sylvia doing to Hans, anyhow?
Pushing through the gate without calling out, the anxious young woman walked right up to the slightly open sliding glass doors. For just a second she hesitated at the entrance, not able to see inside the house because of the drapes that were pulled shut behind the doors, but once again she heard that sharp yip, this time accompanied by a low moan. Impulsively Angela swept aside the drapes and walked into the room, looking around fiercely, then the angry young woman froze in shock, her eyes opening wide as she stared in disbelief at the depraved scene before her.
In the soft light of the room, Angela at first saw only a tangle of gleaming human flesh and soft brown fur, but a second analysis showed her Sylvia's naked body lying half on its side, one leg lewdly bent so that her shamelessly opened pussy was positioned right over Hans' dark muzzle, while at the same time the big animal was lying on his back, his thick scarlet penis trapped tightly between Sylvia's lewdly pumping fingers, his tongue, the tongue that by rights belonged to herself, lapping greedily up into Sylvia's clasping pink cunt!
Angela didn't know how long she stood there, frozen into immobility by shock and horror. She wanted to move, to stop the horrible thing happening right before her eyes but somehow she just couldn't. It took her confused young mind a long time to dredge up from its lower depths the reasons for her paralysis, but finally it burst over her in a wave of shocked understanding.
It was Hans' penis! Although the willing animal had licked her to orgasm several times, the young housewife had never before seen his massive member in its fully aroused state. Usually her eyes had been closed as she writhed in mindless ecstasy under the dog's lashing tongue and it had never even occurred to the innocent young woman that her pet might be as aroused by their illicit sex-play as she was. But there it was, in front of her now, huge, glistening, scarlet, ending in an obscenely sharp tapered point; and worst of all – in the hands of another woman!
This last realization finally snapped the bond that had held Angela still and she called out sharply, "Hans!" To her surprise the big dog did not move, but kept up his wild licking of the pinkly glistening loins so near his muzzle, not about to give up the tremendous sensations Sylvia was stroking into his lust-fired penis with her nimble fingers. It was Sylvia, however, who reacted, surprised by the sudden sound of a human voice in her living room. Twisting her head around but never losing her grip on that huge throbbing cock, the lovely widow gasped out once, "Angela!" It seemed an effort for her to get the word out. She was panting explosively, her beautiful fine-boned face transformed by the passionate licking she was getting from below, her large dark eyes shining like shadowed stars. Then her head turned back as she obviously let herself slip once again down into the sensual ecstasy she had been enjoying before Angela's entrance.
"Sylvia, you leave my dog alone!" Angela cried out in anguish.
"Can't," Sylvia moaned back. "It's too late. I-I'm going to cum in another minute."
"No, no, not with Hans!" Angela wailed. "He's my dog… he belongs to me!"
"Then why are you so selfish?" Sylvia asked, turning her head once more to look at her blonde neighbor. "Even if you don't care about me, what about Hans? Don't you want him to cum too?" She gasped as the wonderful tongue below stabbed hotly up into her streaming pussy, and then turned her attention back to the huge fleshy dog-cock that throbbed between her fingers like some powerful engine.
"What?" Angela asked in wonder as the full meaning of her neighbor's last words seeped into her numbed brain. "Hans… cum…?" For some reason it had never occurred to her that Sylvia might have planned the dog's own satisfaction also.
"Of course," Sylvia moaned back. "What do you think I'm doing to his cock, just holding on so I don't lose my balance?" Then Sylvia didn't want to talk anymore but just to let the wonderful flames of passion Hans' tongue was spearing into her welcoming pussy take over her whole body while her own hands coaxed the hot semen up out of her animal lover's hairy balls. To hell with the little prude behind her, even if she was the dog's owner!
But the groaning young widow couldn't have known the consternation her last words had created in that young prude's overburdened mind. Bit by bit at first and then with an overpowering rush Angela knew that her dark-haired neighbor was speaking the truth. Oh, how selfish she had been with her darling Hans, she realized. All the time she had enticed the loyal animal to see to her needs while never imagining he might have needs of his own. In a way she had been as thoughtless as her own husband, maybe more, because Jack wanted to please her but just couldn't. The young blonde felt a quick rush of affection for the woman she had misjudged so harshly, believing her a thief of her pet's affection while all the time this other woman had been providing something to Hans that his rightful mistress had been too thoughtless to think of.
Not too surprisingly, Angela's tardy appreciation of her neighbor opened her mind to other thoughts. The young wife had seldom seen a naked woman before, and certainly not in the lewd and enticing position of the one before her now. Sheltered since her youth, Angela thought of the female body, if indeed she thought of it at all, as her own reflection in the bathroom mirror in those short intervals she let herself be uncovered, or else as the cool impersonal figures portrayed in art books and magazines. Quite a different thing than the panting, moaning, living reality that writhed on the floor before her, a reality of smell and sound as well as of soft, inviting, naked female flesh.
Free from observation herself, since Sylvia was turned away from her, the young housewife let her eyes linger over the older woman's lushly formed figure, able to see part of one high-set, rounded breast silhouetted against the darker background of Hans' glossy coat. The nipple on that breast was swollen now, jutting out pinkly, brought to pebble-hardness by the passion that swept through Sylvia's body. Such a long slender back, Angela found her-self thinking, a gracefully curved expanse sweeping down from slender shoulders before it swelled out again into voluptuously flared hips. Somehow it was those hips, the magnificent buttocks that drew Angela on, the rounded half-moons, slightly pulled apart now by Sylvia's thighs widespread, so that Hans' tongue might find easy access to her quivering genitals. Every now and then Angela could see her dog's long pink tongue splay back between her neighbor's milk-white thighs to lick at the farthest recesses of her loins, making the soft rounded buttocks jerk and shudder in ecstasy.
Without quite realizing it, Angela found herself pulling back her robe, and letting it drop to the floor, baring her own lovely young body. Somehow it seemed almost sacrilegious to be dressed here in this room while the two creatures before her remained locked together in complete concentration. Slowly, then, the full-breasted blonde started forward.
The first warning Sylvia had that her young neighbor had changed position was when she felt gentle hands gliding over her back, slowly moving down toward her spasmodically clenching buttocks. Even so, the panting widow didn't look back, not wanting to take a chance on spoiling whatever magic was happening, for she was sure it was something good. The gentleness of the hands promised her that. Too much was happening now for her to pay all that much attention to any one part of it. Her loins burned like fire, brought to a peak of painful excitement by Hans' thrusting tongue such as she had never known before. At the same time, the great cock in her hands let its own overpowering pleasure known to her by the way it jerked and trembled under her touch. Yes, yes, she could tell that soon it would be spurting its hot load out into the room, gushing in obscene fulfillment before them all. And now… now… those gentle hands behind were working insistently downward between her quivering buttocks, low down, near her pleasure-washed cunt, searching, searching. Almost unbelievingly Sylvia felt her supposedly innocent young neighbor's fingers begin an experimental probing at her rectum, teasing around the rubbery little opening as if they were trying to decide what to do.
"Aaahh," the eagerly writhing brunette gasped out as she felt a sudden hard pressure against her anus. Automatically her loins bucked forward away from the sudden hot sensation that convulsed her already shuddering loins. Could this actually be happening? she thought. Her doubt was immediately banished as that same probing finger came back once more, this time to push knowingly up inside her hot rectal depths, just a little way at first as the sphincter muscles instinctively fought the unnatural penetration.
"Ahhh, God," Sylvia moaned out as suddenly her whole lower body seemed immersed in hot all-enveloping sensation. Coupled with Hans' wild lickings at her quaking cunt, the finger that now began to worm relentlessly around up inside her sensitive anus drove Sylvia to the very edge of orgasmic insanity. The amazed woman felt an obviously naked body move close up against her back, two bare breasts dragging stiffened nipples over her ultra-sensitized flesh. The finger plunged deeper, bringing another moan from the blissfully tortured woman's chest. She almost lost herself then, almost slipped down into a world of private ecstasy, but one last spark of intent in Sylvia's mind reminded her she still had a job to do. Opening glazed eyes, the moaning woman once again focused all the attention she could muster on her hands, on the fingers still wrapped around the massively swollen dog-cock only inches away.
Summoning up the last of her strength, Sylvia once again began pummeling the huge red shaft that jutted up like a red rocket from the dog's hairy belly below. Every stroke she made as she slaved over the throbbing organ only seemed to make the slavering beast who's massive head lay between her own wide-splayed thighs lick all the harder, digging his thick wet tongue deeper and deeper up into her pleasure-wracked cunt, filling her with hot darting shafts of delight that seemed to shoot all the way to the top of her head. Fighting against the seductive paralysis of this unbelievable stimulation, enhanced now by the searching finger in her rectum, Sylvia redoubled her efforts, jerking and pumping at the blood-engorged animal penis in her hands, chanting out mindless mewling sounds as she worked like some harem slave of old. Staring in fascination at the obscenely colored member before her, the half-crazed young widow knew it would only be a matter of seconds before it began to spew out its lewd charge. It was trembling under her fingers, and Hans' loins were jerking uncontrollably, his upturned legs kicking out in helpless reflex as his orgasm approached.
One, two, three more powerful tugs at the dog's cock and that was it! Suddenly the huge penis began to vibrate and the hairy balls below swelled to incredible size and tightness. Sylvia could actually feet the hot semen rushing madly up the length of the pulsating member as it sought release. At the same time, the dog's last spasmodic tongue-thrusts into her own lust-heated cuntal depths seemed to touch off a white hot sunburst far up inside her spasming belly, joined by a second as Angela behind her thrust a second punishing finger far up into her crazily tingling rectum. Before her the moaning brunette's own orgasm snatched her away to another world, she was able to see finally the thick white semen jet out in a long hot gush from her dog-lover's grotesquely swollen cock and arc up into the air to spray back down over her naked body, covering her belly and loins with obscene sticky flecks of cum. Then she was gone.
Angela stared in amazement as she felt the beautiful naked body before her suddenly go rigid and then began to buck and twist in a series of powerful contractions. Hot slippery fluids gushed back over her hand from Sylvia's cunt as it began to contract madly. The younger girl could actually feel her writhing neighbor's internal muscles working against the fingers that still disappeared obscenely up into her rectum.
"C-c-cuuummmiiinnnggg," Sylvia gurgled out once as her stomach muscles sucked sharply in, her buttocks clenching powerfully together in a series of quick jerks. To the watching Angela it seemed as if something would have to give, that somehow Sylvia was going to split in two from the obvious power of the forces at work deep up inside her spasming belly. For a second the younger girl felt a moment of jealousy, wishing it could be her who was experiencing this sexual upheaval, but just as quickly she pushed the thought from her mind and drove her fingers as far up inside Sylvia's soft rubbery rectal depths as she could, the knowledge that she was adding to her neighbors passion causing strange little tremors of excitement to run through her own loins.
On and on it went, the scarlet penis spurting under Sylvia's spasmodically clenching fingers, the big dog whining and yelping, his head trapped between Sylvia's twitching thighs, and Angela holding on for dear life behind. Finally Hans lay quiet, his penis slowly beginning to shrivel back up into his belly. Sylvia gave one last shudder and collapsed back gasping against Angela, obviously exhausted. The younger girl pulled her fingers out of Sylvia's anus, marveling at the slight popping sound they made, as they withdrew. For long moments there was no sound in the room but Sylvia's labored breathing, then Hans struggled to turn over and got shakily to his feet. The big dog looked down at the two naked human females still sprawled on the floor and then walked over to the comer and lay down contentedly. A moment later Sylvia, too, moved, turning her body so that now she was facing Angela, who blushed as she met the older woman's eyes.
"I-I don't know what came over me," the naive blonde wife started to say, but Sylvia cut her off.
"Forget it. Sometimes it's just right for things to happen." Neither said more for a while but both were lost in their thoughts. They were now lying so that their heads lay at opposite ends, their bodies parallel, both of the women on their sides facing one another, head to toe, but not so close that they couldn't see one another's faces.
Sylvia slowly looked her younger companion up and down. She had always known that Angela probably had a pretty good body, but now faced with the naked reality of it she was stunned. Damn, what a really beautiful tender young girl, she thought to herself. Because of the positions they were both lying in, just opposite her face was the silky golden triangle of the younger girl's pussy hair. Sylvia couldn't make out much more than that because Angela had her thighs placed firmly together, obviously slightly nervous about being naked in front of someone else, but not knowing what to do about it, particularly in view of what had just happened between them.
"Sorry about taking your dog," Sylvia said, "but I just couldn't resist the opportunity. I would have brought him back."
"I… that's all right. I-I guess I shouldn't be so selfish."
"I understand, honey. With a dog like Hans, I'm afraid we all tend to lose our heads." Angela blushed at this oblique allusion to her dog's talents. "Just when did you discover what that horny hound had in his mind?" Sylvia continued.
Another blush. "Just a couple of days ago. He-he started licking me."
"And you were off and running. You know, I don't want to be insulting, but I just didn't think you had it in you. I mean, I thought you'd just get rid of the dog when you found out what his little specialty was."
"You mean you thought I was too much of a prude," Angela answered frankly. Then a little line of bitterness tightened around her mouth. "And I suppose you would have been right if I hadn't needed something, anything, so much."
"Ah-ha, husband troubles. Doesn't Jack make love to you much? He's crazy if he doesn't. Most men would give their left nut to be married to someone like you. You do know you're very beautiful, don't you?" As Sylvia said these last words one of her hands reached out and began gently caressing her young neighbor's breasts, moving slowly from one to the other of the perfect pink-tipped mounds, never fast or hard, but just gently gliding. Angela automatically sucked in her breath at the first feather-like sensations Sylvia's gentle fingers stroked into her voluptuously naked flesh. For an instant Angela almost pulled sharply away, but somehow that seemed silly after what she had done to Sylvia only short minutes ago. And besides, it felt… well, good. Not wanting to think too much about what was happening, the young blonde blurted out an answer to Sylvia's last question, wanting to have something to occupy her alarmed mind for the moment, even though she didn't like talking to anyone about her personal problems with Jack.
"N-No," she gasped out, her voice a little shaky, "he makes love to me a lot. It's just that he doesn't… do it long enough."
"Doesn't realize you might like it too, is that it?"
"Oh, no, it's not like that," Angela answered, coming immediately to her husband's defense, forgetting for the moment that the exploring hand at her breast was becoming bolder. "He wants to please me, but he just can't."
"You mean he can't hold back, cums too soon." Angela nodded bashfully, and Sylvia went on. "So that's when you decided to let Hans fuck you."
"Fuck me?" the young blonde's eyes flew open in amazement. "You mean he does that too?" For an instant Sylvia thought she was kidding but the surprise in the girl's blue eyes was too genuine.
"Of course. What do you think I have him over here for. He's the best lay I've ever had in my life, and believe, me I've had plenty. You mean to tell me you've never let him fuck you?"
"N-No," the young blonde answered in horrified wonderment. Her head spinning dizzily, she couldn't keep from her mind the obscene image of Sylvia's hands wrapped around Hans' huge scarlet penis, the penis she had seen for the first time today. Suddenly she was acutely aware of her neighbor's fingers on her breasts, playing, stroking, loving, and coupled with the totally obscene mental picture of what it must look like when Hans was fucking the undeniably beautiful brunette, a sudden hot flood of passion was triggered into full life within the young woman's trembling body. She looked up into Sylvia's eyes, eyes that had now assumed an almost hypnotic intensity.
"We're going to have to do something about this," Sylvia said quietly. "We're going to have to see that Hans fucks you." The older woman was beginning to experience the full symptoms of advanced lust as she looked at the beautiful naked body of the young innocent wife lying next to her, her palm tingling with the lush feel of those taut firm young breasts, feeling the little coral-hued nipples springing out against her fingertips. Once again she looked over at the golden triangle so near her face, wondering what tender moist treasures must lie up between the tightly clenched thighs. "You do want Hans to fuck you, don't you? You do want that big hard cock rammed right up between your legs."
Angela felt her breath coming faster and faster despite herself. What was this woman saying to her? Her thoughts floundered for a moment, twisted by the now-wonderful sensations from her breasts as Sylvia's stroking grew bolder. "I-I can't," she moaned helplessly. "He's so big. It'd hurt." Sylvia knew she had won.
"It's all a matter of being ready," she crooned. God how she desired this innocent young wife, she thought. How she wanted to get to know that lush young body, revel in seeing the younger woman turn into a raving animal. "Yes, you just have to be ready for a cock as big as that one, but don't worry, I'll help. I'll lick your pussy until you're ready for anything."
"L-Lick my…" Angela gasped out. My God, what was happening?
"Yes, lover, lick your pussy. Can you imagine how good that'll feel?" Not waiting for an answer, Sylvia slid her hand away from the younger woman's breast, letting it trace a hot trail down over the blonde girl's already trembling young belly to come at last to an agitated rest among her crisp golden cunt-curls. "Come on," Sylvia murmured seductively, "Open your thighs. Just bend your top leg a little." Without waiting for an answer the lust-driven brunette let her hand work lower to slide between the firm young thighs so close, and with a little upwards pressure she helped the confused young Angela to open the path to her hidden treasures. Sylvia almost gasped aloud as suddenly she saw the tender pink vaginal lips bared to her hungry gaze, framed in their gilded setting. Eagerly her head moved forward, intent on the promised feast.
"Oh no, we mustn't," Angela moaned, but she hardly knew what she was saying. All the time her mind was focused on the incredible image of Hans, her beloved Hans fucking into her body. Could it really be done? she wondered. This thought was suddenly driven from her mind as she felt her lovely neighbor's head working between her partially open thighs. Looking down the young wife could no longer see the expression on Sylvia's face, only the smooth white curve of her throat under her chin, for her neighbor's features were now lost between the soft silky flesh of her own parted thighs. For one long moment Angela stared at the brunette's firm ripe breasts, pressing against her own belly, which was now quickly rising and failing in time to her ragged breathing. My God, she thought! Sylvia's actually going to do it! She's going to lick my pussy!
Angela knew it was wrong, knew that this was what was called lesbianism. Never in her whole life had she imagined that someday she might be lying like this, about to let another woman thrust her tongue up into her vagina! But for that matter, never had she imagined until just a few days ago that she would let a dog do the same! That didn't matter, the confused young blonde thought. She had to stop this obscene act, had to cry out before once again she let herself slip into a sea of depravity. But before she could utter a sound, all the air was driven from her lungs as she felt Sylvia's hot breath pour searingly over her nakedly exposed genitals. Gasping, the young housewife found herself thinking that if just Sylvia's breath felt so good, how would it actually feel when her tongue licked out and… then she had to put the thought from her mind as her whole body started to shake uncontrollably in a shuddering mixture of shame and desire. Unable to move, the gasping young woman was aware of her tormentor's face working in deeper between her vainly resisting thighs, and now she could feel Sylvia's saliva-moistened lips poised right next to her pulsating cunt.
Desperately Angela looked around for something to motivate her to scramble to her feet and run from this sinful house, but the only thing that met her staring gaze was Sylvia's pussy poised mere inches away from her wondering eyes. Staring in fascination, the innocent young blonde could not help examining this, the first feminine pussy that she had ever seen. Despite her inexperience it was not hard for the young bride to tell that Sylvia was already aroused. Tiny beads of vaginal moisture glistened on the inside surface of the half-parted cuntal lips, and for a second she was not sure whether she could not see a deeper excited pulsing over the pink-petaled vaginal opening. How would it taste if she put her own lips… but quickly Angela put the obscene thought from her mind. That was the last rational thought she had, because suddenly Sylvia's tongue darted out and stabbed deep into her innocent young neighbor's unprepared cunt.
"Aaaaaahhh," Angela gasped out as that first seating contact shot a blast of lewd flame far up inside her belly. Her whole body jerked, not away from the obscene contact but instead forward so that her cunt thrust automatically against the slippery little mouth pressed so lightly to it. Sylvia didn't waste a second. Immediately she started worming her working tongue up into the moistly shuddering slit, running it furiously up and down the whole heated length, pausing only for part of a second on each lust inciting trip to probe delicately at the trembling blonde's still tightly closed vagina, knowing that she mustn't hurry too much, best to take her time. Sylvia had eaten a lot of pussy in her decadent life, but this was the sweetest ever, and she wanted to prolong her eager lapping as long as possible.
To her amazement, Angela felt her own thighs open wider of their own accord, instinctively welcoming the attacking tongue, baring before it her now wide-splayed cuntal slit, wanting it to dig far, far up inside the hotly clamoring depths. Demandingly the young blonde's loins jerked forward, trying to entice the little pink messenger of bliss deeper, all thoughts of resistance quickly gone. But the more experienced girl withdrew for a moment before once again letting her tongue shoot out, this time to graze Angela's sensitively throbbing clitoris.
"Oooooh, God, ooohhh," Angela moaned, no longer able to remain silent. Her breath gushed from her lungs as once again Sylvia began to run her tongue up and down the full length of her pussy slit, playing tauntingly over the opening of her hungrily contracting vagina. Oh, how the young blonde wanted that desire-giving tongue up inside her, like a little writhing cock.
Suddenly Sylvia deserted the hot liquid depths, holding back one tantalizing second before lashing out her tongue to stab hard against her young friend's quiveringly erect clitoris, making the writhing blonde cry out in wild abandon, unable to control herself at all. That darting jabbing tongue ran wildly in little circles around her almost painfully palpitating sensation bud, then to her further amazement and delight Sylvia began to suck at the little button, circling it with her lips in tight embrace and at the same time nipping lightly with her teeth.
Then once again the omnivorously ravishing tongue slid down the steaming valley of her blonde-fringed cunt, darting around, shooting finally far up into her helpless vagina, then licking broadly over the whole flat-splayed area of her writhing pussy, teasing again at the blood-engorged clitoris. Tongue… tongue… frantic tongue everywhere, driving new and incredible sensations of delight into the quaking flesh before it.
Squirming and moaning to this rapturous mouthing of her burning cunt, Angela mewled and cried out as rippling waves of wild erotic sensation pulled her body into a twitching curve. Beginning to pant explosively, the moaning blonde opened her legs as wide as possible while at the same time thrusting her steaming loins forward to get maximum contact with the torturing little lingual spear. Although Sylvia too was gasping aloud, her own loins burning lewdly with the lust-charged knowledge of what she was doing to the once-innocent young wife before her, she never let her mouth lose contact with the sweet seething mass of cuntal flesh, giving one last mighty thrust up into Angela's vagina while at the same time vigorously shaking her lovely dark head from side to side.
That last lascivious effort was the final trigger needed to set off Angela's impending orgasm, releasing at last the intolerable pressure that had been building deep up inside her softly convulsing belly.
"Ooooohhh… ooohhh… Goodddddd, Sylvia! I-I'm going t-to… cuuummmmmm… aaaaaahhhhh!"
The young blonde's last maddened cry choked off into a gurgling moan as sexual ecstasy deluged her nakedly spasming body, sucking in her sleek stomach muscles again and again as wave after wave of hot release buffeted her screaming insides into a mindless frenzy. Jerking, trembling, writhing, the delirious young woman was lost in a timeless world of endless pleasure while her convulsing cunt gushed forth a hot stream of fragrant pussy secretions that nearly choked the still wildly tonguing Sylvia. But never once did the older woman break contact with the throbbing depths before her until the last quiver had passed from her young lover's shuddering body.
Waiting a moment until the younger girl had got her breath back a little, Sylvia finally pulled her head from between the satiny thighs. "Roll over on top of me," she urged up at the sex-groggy Angela.
"W-What?" Angela gasped out, not fully comprehending. Sylvia repeated her request and then urged the young blonde with her hands until finally Angela was positioned over her, knees on either side of the young widow's face so that her own blonde-rimmed pussy was right over the lips that had so recently sucked it to orgasm, while the staring young wife found herself looking down at Sylvia's own openly pouting cunt. "Now make me feel the same way I made you feel," Sylvia purred.
Angela didn't move, but just hovered over her older neighbor, gazing down in captivated fascination at the dark-fringed cunt waiting below, waiting for her own mouth to dip towards it. Could she? Could she commit this act that until just a few minutes ago seemed as remote from her as the moon? All her training told her no, despite the fact that she owed the lovely woman below her as much pleasure as she could give. But that wasn't the factor that finally turned the scales. No, it was the living pulsing reality of the pussy itself as it lay in open moist invitation below, the lips pulled apart by the widespread position of Sylvia's legs to reveal all the softly glistening secrets inside. Those seeping pink depths cried out for something to bring them to life, and what better than Angela's own tender lips and tongue. With a final groan of defeat, the lovely blonde housewife dropped her head and let her tongue shoot out lizard-like to spear into the seductive depths below.
Angela felt the woman under her stiffen with the shock of the first hot wet contact and a choked gasp echoed from her throat. That was all the encouragement Angela needed and she went to work with a will, her mouth fastening hungrily to the quivering loins below. The young blonde found herself savoring the sweet taste of Sylvia's cunt, such a strange medley of flavors, at the same time syrupy and tart, a little like the taste of Chinese sweet and sour sauce. Struggling to learn, Angela lapped excitedly, picking up from Sylvia's frenzied reactions what pleased her the most.
From across the room Hans began to show renewed interest as he saw the two pinkly glowing female bodies so lewdly tangled together. At first he had only paid polite attention when Sylvia had tongued his mistress, but then when Angela crawled on top so that her well-rounded white buttocks were poised invitingly high in the air, the big dog's ears picked up. He had never had his mistress, or never even seen her in this, his favorite position for human females, but now the German shepherd began to remember all the times he had been aroused by the blonde girl's loveliness while he speared his tongue deep up into her sweet-smelling little slit. Those tantalizingly raised half-moons proved too much for the lascivious dog and he got quickly to his feet and padded silently over to the two intertwined women.
The first intimation Angela had of her pet's presence was when she felt his cool nose sniffing up between her slightly parted thighs.
"W-What's that," she blurted out, for the first time breaking contact with the pulsating cuntal flesh beneath.
"It's Hans," Sylvia answered, a little disappointed that the wonderful mouth was no longer licking at her eager cunt. She had already seen the dog's handsome head above her own face as lie sniffed at Angela's obscenely displayed genitals. His black nose moved in closer to brush lightly over the young blonde's tightly puckered anus.
"M-Make him go away," Angela begged.
"Why?" Sylvia shot back. "I think he wants to fuck you."
"Fuck me! Oh no, he can't. That wouldn't be right."
"Oh, don't be such a prig," Sylvia said a little acidly. "You've done a lot of other things that aren't supposed to be nice. Wouldn't you like to have that big animal cock deep inside your cunt? Besides, I don't think he's going to give you the choice."
"My God, what do you mean?" Angela wailed out.
"He generally starts by sniffing, and then he begins to lick…" Sylvia suddenly began to become interested in the impending ravishment of her innocent young neighbor. Waves of lewd excitement shot through the older girl's slightly perverted brain as she realized what a marvelous view she would have from here as Hans rammed his heavy cock up into Angela's vulnerably positioned vaginal slit. Right above her face! Before the fascinated brunette could finish her sentence, Hans' familiar tongue shot out to splay itself lovingly over his mistress' damp-curled pussy slit, licking with one hot swipe clear up to her rectum. Angela jerked in reaction above and a sobbing gasp came from deep in the whimpering girl's chest.
"Oh, please, don't let him do it to me. It's wrong… wrong." She tried to struggle away still full of fear, but not wanting to miss the expected lewd show, Sylvia wrapped her arms tightly around the young blonde's hips and thighs so that she couldn't move.
"Oh, for Christ's sake," Sylvia said in exasperation. "Can't you ever tell when you have it made?" Looking up along the dog's belly she could see that already his penis was sliding out of its hairy sheath in all its glistening scarlet power, growing larger and redder with each passing second. A moment later the eager animal had mounted his mistress' shaking back, and Sylvia freed one of her anus to reach back to take the swollen organ between her fingers, thrilling to the familiar hot slippery feel, the same as she had experienced the very first time she had guided it into her own eagerly waiting cunt.
"Okay, Hans, fuck Angela just like you fuck me!" Needing very little encouragement, the excited animal danced in closer, locking his strong forelegs tightly around his mistress' slender waist while Sylvia gasped in delight below as she saw the huge animal-cock poised directly over her face, its beveled tip only half an inch from her young neighbor's gaping pussy mouth.
"Oh, please, don't let him do it to me," the frightened Angela moaned, trying to shift her hips away from the hot unnatural probe. Trembling, she tried to look back down between her legs to see what was happening, but all she could see were the twin mounds of Sylvia's passion-swollen breasts. Then she felt the first hot searing contact of the massive spear that would soon impale her, and all her fears suddenly washed away in a flood of lewd desire. Yes, now she knew it, she knew it! Everything before had only been childish games, but all along, secretly she had wanted Hans to fuck her! Now was the time and she couldn't be afraid any more. It was out of her hands. "Oh yes, yes, I want it. Fuck me, Hans, fuck me!" The panting girl raised her buttocks as high as possible, spreading her legs at the same time to open her suddenly hungry cunt.
It wasn't a moment too soon. Feeling his needle-tipped cock catch at the opening to Angela's gaping pussy, Hans instinctively rammed forward, burying his dripping cudgel in one slithering rush far up into the kneeling girl's hot little cunt. Animal style, he never gave the girl a chance to become accustomed to his huge presence, but began a fierce pumping of his powerful loins, thrusting his cock mercilessly again and again into the soft flesh before him.
"Uuuuhhh," Angela grunted in stunned surprise. Never before in her whole life had she been so filled. It felt for a moment as if something would have to tear open inside her to make room for that massive invading cock, but the blonde's wife's vaginal muscles soon became used to the jack-hammer fast intrusions into her lust-filled cuntal depths. Wantonly her sleek buttocks set up an answering rocking motion to meet the fiery challenge. It began to feel good, better than anything the adventurous wife had ever experienced before. She barely had the presence of mind to once again bury her face between her neighbor's thighs, realizing that she had a duty to perform there.
Below her, Sylvia gratefully felt her blonde neighbor return to the avid sucking of her tingling pussy, as she herself stared wide-eyed all the while at the giant scarlet dog-cock flashing in and out of her younger woman's juicy cunt, pulling tiny tendrils of moist pink pussy-flesh out with it on the pullback and ramming them far back up inside as the big animal crashed his hips forward stroke after stroke. Opening wider and wider, Angela's vagina voraciously tried to swallow every inch of that mighty shaft, right down to the hairy balls that slapped with machine-like regularity against her tenderly swollen clitoris.
All three of the lewdly coupled trio would have quickly come to climax, but suddenly a mighty roar echoed through the room.
"My… God… Angela, what…"
All three of the sinners on the floor turned as one toward the disturbance, frozen in shock. Neither said a word until Angela, twisting her head as far back as she could, was finally able to make out the identity of the intruder.
"Oh God," she shrieked, "It's Jack!"