Since work was a little slow that day, all the men in Jack's department had been let go home a little early. Driving straight home, the young husband was both surprised and disappointed to find that his wife wasn't home, nor was the new dog. For some reason he felt like a little companionship rather than sitting around an empty house. It didn't take him long to figure that Angela must be down the road visiting Sylvia, because that was the only neighbor within easy walking distance and Angela didn't have a car.
Deciding to set out in search of his straying wife, the unexpected arrival set off toward their only neighbor's house, aware in the back of his mind that he secretly hoped Sylvia was alone. For a long time he had been filled with lustful thoughts every time he saw the beautiful young brunette. Yes, she was some woman, he mused, maybe just the thing he needed to take his mind off his seemingly insurmountable troubles with his wife. He wondered what Sylvia Bennett would look like naked.
There didn't seem to be anyone home when Jack got to Sylvia's house, but the back gate was partly open so he went in, heading towards the sliding glass doors. Before he could even call out he was aware of strange sounds from within the house, alarming sounds, almost like someone struggling. A particularly loud sobbing groan filled the young man with the direct impression that a woman was being murdered within. Without stopping to think, Jack heroically rushed forward, pushing through the drapes inside, and then stopped dead in his tracks, stunned by the obscene spectacle before his staring eyes.
It didn't take him long to realize there were two women obviously locked in a lesbian embrace, or that a huge German shepherd was busily fucking one of them from behind, but after a second look the shocked husband came to a sudden sickening realization.
One woman was his wife, the dog was Hans!
His instinctive roar of horror and rage had immediate effects on the trio before him. After Angela's scream of horrified recognition, Hans was the first to react. Sensing instinctively that he was in a lot of trouble, the big dog for the first time in his life deserted a pair of buttocks in mid-fuck, backing away hurriedly, his penis shrinking quickly back up out of harm's way, then he dodged behind the nearest piece of furniture, trying to make himself as small as possible. Angela scrambled quickly to her feet and looked around frantically for her dressing gown.
"You stay right there!" Jack commanded and the young wife froze, sensing from the sound of her husband's voice that he meant everything he said. "What the hell is that?" Jack spluttered. "Is this how you wile away your days while I'm at work? Christ, I can't believe anyone could sink so low. And with a dog, yet." Jack's face wrinkled in disgust. He glanced down at the cringing animal once and then back up at his petrified wife. "Well, wife dear, I'm going to go to that mutt what I'd do to any man I found you with. I'm going home to get my gun and blow that sneaking animal's head off."
"Oh no you won't, big boy," another voice rang out. Surprised, Jack turned around to see that Sylvia had gotten to her feet unnoticed while all his attention was turned toward the incestuous members of his immediate family. "You touch one hair on that animal's head and I'll have your worthless balls with a nail file, if it takes me the rest of my life," Sylvia snarled, marching right up to the surprised young man to thrust her face close to his. Jack was about to make some violent rejoinder when he became suddenly aware that he was standing only inches from a remarkably beautiful naked woman, and just a few minutes before he had wondered how she would look naked. Now he knew. Fantastic!
Seeing all the hostility drain from her male adversary's face as his eyes glued themselves to her breasts, now brushing the front of his shirt, Sylvia decided this was the time to press her advantage if an ugly scene was to be avoided. "So, big boy," she said, letting her voice become a little softer. "You complain about what your wife does for kicks on her own time without ever stopping to think whether or not she might have those kicks coming to her. You sure you do your level best at home to keep her from having to go out and find entertainment of her own?"
"Well, I…" Jack began.
"Don't give me any shit. Momma knows all. Oh, you don't have to blame Angela for leaking top secrets, I wormed it out of her when her defenses were down. I know all about your hair-trigger cock."
"I…" Jack said very weakly.
Sylvia knew she had to be careful of her timing. Any moment now the cornered husband might go back to the attack. Turning toward Angela, Sylvia said contemptuously, "You two make me sick. Both of you whine about the other but neither one does anything constructive. It's not all Jack's fault, Angela, didn't it ever occur to you that you might be able to do something about his little problem? He's so hot to go he shoots his load at the first touch, so why not pull the sting from it, make it a little less touchy?"
"W-what do you mean?" Angela asked, her eyes as big as saucers.
"I think you both need a little practice lesson. Now you watch how this is done, Angela. Back, handsome," Sylvia ordered, giving the fascinated Jack several little shoves that brought the back of his knees up sharp against the edge of an easy chair so that he fell heavily into it. In one lithe graceful movement Sylvia dropped her knees light in front of the chair.
"Now as I see it, neither one of you two love-birds ever explored the possibility that Jack might be able to get it up more than once. We'll go for the knockout punch in round one and see if tiger here can answer the bell for round two." And before either husband or wife knew what was happening, Sylvia reached forward and boldly unzipped Jack's fly. All of a sudden long cool fingers were suddenly extracting the amazed young man's penis through the opening. With gaping mouth, Jack saw his cock lying in Sylvia's palm, pulsing gently as it began to quicken into life.
"My, you are fast," the smiling brunette said. "Let's see how long it takes you to cum." Still sitting transfixed in his chair, Jack watched in disbelief as Sylvia slowly lowered her dark head towards his penis, which was jerking larger with every passing second. A moment ago he had been ready to kill, and now a woman whose sheer beauty and sensuality had always seemed to him to be an unobtainable dream was clearly about to put his cock in her mouth. Angela too watched in shocked awe. She knew that by all rights she should be sickened and horrified watching another woman do this perverted act to her own husband, but somehow, in this place, it seemed natural. Her own mouth began to salivate sympathetically as she watched Sylvia do something to Jack she had never had the courage to even think about.
"Hey, wait a minute," she heard Jack say, but then his voice choked off as his lovely torturer's tongue shot out and stabbed against the tiny opening in the head of his cock. Under that maddening stimulation his throbbing penis burst into its full glory, rearing up like an angry cobra.
"Mmmm, it likes me," Sylvia said, and then opening her lips she slid them moistly over the now swollen purplish head and began to suck the tip of her willing victim's cock. Staring down in amazement the surprised young man looked in awe at the beautiful dark head poised over his trembling loins. He knew he could probably just reach down and push Sylvia away, but at that moment it seemed like an impossible idea.
Instead his eyes closed as erotic feelings of sensual pleasure began to shoot upward from his hotly trapped penis.
"I-I, we shouldn't be…" he began, knowing that Angela was watching, but then with an incoherent groan the young husband reached down to wrap his hands tightly in the thick lustrous halt that spilled over his loins, and with a jerk he pulled Sylvia's lips down farther onto his pulsating cock-shaft. To hell with Angela, he thought. After what he had caught her doing it would serve her right to have to watch this! For her part, his gaping wife stood watching in appreciative awe. She had been through too much already today to be very upset by what was happening before her. What was mostly bothering her was the unfulfilled feeling deep in her own hungry loins which had been rudely deprived of the lust-sating dog-penis only a few minutes ago. Staring hungrily at her husband's desire-thickened shaft disappearing up into Sylvia's ovalled mouth, Angela found herself wishing that somehow it were being thrust up her own wanting pussy instead.
The whole little scenario didn't take long, maybe less than two minutes, and then true to form, Jack could feel the familiar bliss-filled churning in his balls.
"Holy God," he half-shouted, "I'm gonna cum! For the love of Christ, don't stop sucking!" Then his blood-rigid rod of flesh began to vibrate as the first hot jets rushed its swollen length. This was the first time in his life the young man had ever had his cock sucked, and he was unprepared for the incredible sensation as Sylvia sucked madly on his spurting member, working him to heights of passion that were almost unbearable. As his head arched back in ecstasy he was able to see out of the comer of his eyes the almost ludicrous picture of Sylvia's cheeks ballooning out from the pressure of his gushing sperm and then hollowing again as she sucked madly. It seemed to go on for an eternity and then the depleted young husband slumped back in the chair, his exhausted penis deflating in Sylvia's mouth. The smiling widow let the limp organ slip wetly from her mouth and licked the last traces of hot sticky sperm from her lips.
"A new record in the hundred yard dash," she said wryly. Turning to Angela she added, "I see what you mean. A girl would have to be a real sprinter to keep up with that." Her words deflated Jack who thought she was making fun of him but the lovely woman got lithely to her feet. "Now it's time for the resurrection," she said. Even though he had just cum, Jack could not help staring at the beautiful sleek body now standing nakedly before him. For a moment his tortured eyes couldn't decide whether they wanted to focus on the high, proud, dark-tipped breasts or feast on the softly shadowed pussy that nestled up between Sylvia's smooth ivory-white thighs.
Moving closer to the still seated young man, her hips swaying provocatively, Sylvia reached out for one of his hands and then pulled him unresistingly to his feet. As soon as he was standing before her, the exotic beauty moved closer still and began slowly unbuttoning his shirt. Even before she pulled the garment completely from him, the brazen seducer leaned forward and traced her stiffening nipples in tiny circles over his naked chest. Immediately the gasping husband felt a faint lurching in his tired loins. Even though he knew he should resist, Jack made no move to stop Sylvia as she began undoing his belt. Before he knew it his trousers were in a heap around his feet.
"Kick off your shoes," Sylvia ordered, and he did. Jack was now standing wearing only his shorts, and while his penis, poking through the opening was not exactly erect, it was also not as shrunken and lifeless as a moment before. His lovely seducer began to work the shorts down over his hips, letting the elastic waistband rub across the end of his still dripping cock. Once the thin garment was down around his ankles, Jack automatically kicked them free, at last standing completely naked, his reviving cock now at half-mast. Without a word Sylvia moved into his arms so that finally Jack was able to feel the full, sensuous, naked length of this desirable woman against his own trembling flesh. He pressed his lips down on hers, and for a long moment their tongues met, darting together inside the moist caverns of their mouths, and then she was slipping down, her soft flesh sliding lingeringly over his until she was on her knees before him. Reaching forward, Sylvia took his cock in her hands and placed it gently in the valley between her large taut breasts, then, sensuously, provocatively, the experienced woman pressed the soft white mounds together, trapping his penis between their seductive warmth, and began voluptuously working their tender beauty back and forth over his ever growing penis.
From a few feet away Angela watched, fascinated by the smooth competent manner with which Sylvia managed her difficult husband. The younger girl was teaming, all right, and vowed that from now on she would use the beauty of her own body to better advantage.
"I think we can start over again," Sylvia said. And sure enough, Jack was acutely aware of the huge throbbing member that disappeared between his sultry neighbor's high-mounded breasts. Never had it felt so big – never had he been so aware of its hardness. Wondering what this incredible brunette would do next, the young husband was totally unprepared for her next words.
"Okay, big boy," she said moving back a little so his cock leaped free of her imprisoning flesh, and sweeping an arm grandly toward Angela, she ordered, "Go fuck your wife." For a moment neither Jack nor Angela moved, but their eyes met, shock registering on each of their faces at these totally unexpected words. Then suddenly the raging need in the young blonde's unfulfilled pussy overflowed to sweep over her entire body in a wave of red-hot lust.
"Oh, Jack," she moaned, "Take me, please take me." And with that she lay down on the rug, her legs lewdly parted and her graceful arms held upward invitingly. Jack stood in dumb shock, wondering how his day had ever managed to turn out like this. Looking down in amazement at his shamelessly aroused wife, ready to fuck him in front of another person, he began to realize that he definitely didn't know her. There was a lot more to her than the timid faithful young woman he had imagined her to be, but one thing was sure: she was ready to fuck and so was he!
Quickly Jack positioned himself between his wife's long widespread legs, holding his erect penis in his hands as if it were something he was going to beat her with.
"Oh, lover, fuck me," Angela pleaded, her ass-cheeks grinding down into the carpet. Needing no further encouragement, Jack fell forward on that soft needing body, worming his cock up against her readily pulsing slit until the blood-swollen head popped up inside her hungry vagina. From the very first thrust, the eager husband knew he had a tiger on his hands, a mewling, straining, clawing she-wolf who made anyone he had ever known look like a frigid old maid.
After only a few second's frantic action Jack was beginning to wonder if he would be able to handle his wife's long surpressed needs all by himself. Damn, she was a really hot little ball of sex today, he thought. Hadn't she even been fucking a dog when he came into the room?
That's when the idea hit him, at first making his head spin as the obscene thought rocketed through his thoroughly aroused mind like a thunderbolt. The very depravity of the plan he was forming caused the young man to stop short in his fucking, stunned by his own audacity. Could he do it? His wife, twisting passionately below immediately noticed that he was no longer ruthlessly plunging his cock up into her burning depths, and asked pleadingly, "What's the matter, Jack? For God's sake, don't stop now."
"Don't you worry, baby," he answered hoarsely. "You're gonna get all the fucking you can handle, but first I want you to wrap your arms and legs around me." Angela obeyed without hesitation, and then gasped in surprise as Jack quickly rolled them both over, until she was sitting on top, straddling his loins with his hotly throbbing penis impaling her cunt. Never having made love in this position before, the pleasantly surprised young wife began lifting her buttocks up in the air and then sliding down on her husband's lust-rigid rod of flesh, delighted at the new sensations she could work into her fiery cunt. Then she felt Jack's strong hands pulling her shoulders down while his loins pushed her own hips high up in the air.
"Sylvia!" the young husband called, "Get Hans over here!" The dark-haired widow hesitated a moment, but then the first faint glimmer of understanding came over her face, changing to a lewd smile as she realized what Jack had in mind.
"W-What's happening?" Angela asked in surprise.
"We're gonna have a little company," Jack answered. "Hans is joining us." Still the confused young woman did not understand, but a second later she felt a familiar cold nose sniffing at her buttocks as Sylvia led the nervous animal up to her obscenely raised ass-cheeks. From the way the animal's nose was digging urgently up between her thighs, the young wife knew he meant to fuck her, but everything was filled back there except…
"Oh God, no! You're not going to let him fuck me in the ass! He's too big, Jack, no, he'll rip me wide open."
"Now take it easy, honey," her panting husband soothed. "Remember, your cunt was virgin once too. You'll get used to it." The suddenly terrified blonde struggled to get up but her husband's tight embrace held her fast, and then Hans' hairy forelegs settled once again around her quaking waist, pinning her from behind.
"Oh, please, please. Jack… Hans… don't hurt me," the young wife pleaded. But it was far too late. No one in the room would have had the courage to pull Hans away now. He'd already been cheated of this luscious morsel once and now she lay helpless beneath him. The big dog moved in closer, shuffling forward on his hind legs while his bright pink tongue lolled excitedly from his mouth. Already the watching Sylvia could see his huge scarlet cock sliding wetly from under his belly, ready to thrust up between the buttocks of the young wife pinioned defenselessly below.
Angela felt the hot tapered point trail over her quivering buttocks, then slip into the wide-stretched crevice between her ass-cheeks, finally catching for a second at her tight little rubbery anus.
Sensing that pointed presence jabbing threateningly at her vulnerable anal opening, the shaking young blonde tensed, knowing there were never any gentle moves from Hans. And sure enough, as soon as the big German shepherd sensed an available cavity before him, his powerful loins jerked forward, worming the tip of his monstrous cock just up inside the tight little nether ring. Immediately the excited animal began his usual machine-gun like thrusts, pounding into the cringing white buttocks ahead.
Wham, wham, wham, the huge cock thundered forward, each mighty thrust driving it another inch into the young wife's hot rubbery depths. She held stock still for a moment, her eyes widening in shock and pain, almost paralyzed by the terrible agony that tore into her skewered belly.
"Aaaaaagggghh," she screamed, "he's killing me! Jack help, get him out of me! Make him stop!" Her husband's only answer was a mighty thrust of his own swollen penis up into her momentarily forgotten pussy from below, sending incredible waves of sensation flooding through her sandwiched loins. For a moment this new stimulation made Angela forget the alien presence tearing apart her tender rectum, and the desperate young woman decided to let the one fight the other. She found that by screwing her cunt as far down as possible on her husband's penis, she could almost cancel out the pain in her rectum. And in another few seconds she began to receive little messages of pleasure from Hans' cock too as her anal muscles slowly relaxed and stretched, allowing the big dog easier access to her rectal depths.
After a few experiments, the increasingly happy young woman found that the two huge cocks pounding up into her innermost depths were now fucking into her in lewd synchronization and she pressed back to meet their rhythmic forward rush, feeling as if some great molten ball of fire was regularly filling her belly, only to wane and then fill her once again.
"Oh, lovers… beautiful cocks… pound into me… fill me, fill me," the suddenly raving young blonde moaned out.
And standing a few feet away the still naked Sylvia felt her temperature rapidly rising as she stared at the obscene scene so near. Slowly her fingers groped down her body to slide over her pussy hair before finally digging up into her hot cunt below. For a moment the excited brunette was tempted to end it that way, to bring herself to orgasm with her own fingers, but somehow that didn't seem enough, confronted with the riving image of the three bodies locked tightly together on the carpet. Impulsively Sylvia dropped to her knees right beside Jack's head and then crawled close, lifting one knee and placing it on the other side of him so that her steaming loins were poised right over his face and her back was to Angela.
At first Jack didn't know what was happening, only realized that somehow the light had been blotted out by some great hovering shadow, and then slowly he became aware of the moistly steaming cunt poised so near, its narrow ribbon-like cuntal lips gaping open hungrily showing the slippery pink flesh within. For a while he just stared, but then he heard Sylvia's voice. "Come on, big boy, eat it. Eat it like an oyster." Knowing now what was expected him, Jack saw the lewd feast slowly lowering itself to him and met it with his lips, opening them to suck in the tender cuntal flesh while his eager tongue shot out to bury itself wetly up into Sylvia's openly flowering vagina, causing such a bolt of sensual bliss to shoot through Sylvia's gently flexed loins that her head shot back and then began to twist wildly from side to side, the thick dark hair flying in a rich cloud about her lovely face. Angela suddenly found herself confronted with her neighbor's whitely rounded ass-cheeks, looming right under her face, and after a little confusion lowered her head to try and lick at Sylvia's tiny puckered anus, showing so clearly in the wide-split crack of her buttocks, but it was almost impossible because her whole body was pitched forward every time Hans and Jack rammed into her from behind and below. Strange masochistic pleasures seeped into the pinioned young woman's whirling mind as she was buffeted like a rag doll between her three panting companions, a mere object for their collective lust.
Lying on the bottom of it all, Jack delighted in the gift of Sylvia's tender, sweet-smelling cunt, an unbelievable addition to the feel of his wife's pounding body over him and the weird sensation of his own pet dog's cock moving against his own deep within her loins, only a thin membrane separating the two rampaging male organs.
The four bachanalian celebrants were unaware of how much time they spent locked together in their obscene tableau, filling the room with desperate gasps and the lewd wet sluicing sounds of passion-filled orifices. And at the center of it all was the lovely, previously innocent Angela. Never before in her whole life had the blonde wife been so filled. Her whole nether region was stuffed with cock, her face buried against Sylvia's ripe buttocks. How would it all end? she wondered. How would it feel when those massive threatening penises began to spew their hot loads up into her totally receptive body? Suddenly her thoughts were interrupted by a choked moan ahead as Sylvia began to climax, driven to a wild frenzy by Jack's furiously lapping tongue, her hot pussy juices gushing down over the groaning man's upraised face. Angela could feel the older woman's buttocks jerking and trembling against her cheek, spasming in primordial release, and then Sylvia was gone, collapsing forward onto the rug in a moaning heap.
Filled with a strange vigor from her dark-haired friend's powerful orgasm, the wildly aroused young wife crashed back against the two cocks behind, her lascivious wigglings finally pushing Hans over the edge so that all at once the big dog began emptying his animal sperm far up into the hot clutching depths of her quivering belly. The hard hot jets seemed to touch off some delicate trigger inside the already half-maddened blonde wife.
"Oh God, fill me, lovers," she cried out. "Fill me with your wonderful cum." Angela jerked back against the spouting dog-cock several times, wantonly drawing the milky liquid from it, choking it with her rectal muscles, finally making it give up in weary exhaustion, all the life drained from it. As the German shepherd's shrinking scarlet member flopped uselessly from the tight little pucker of her anus, the young blonde now found herself alone with her husband, his the only lust-engorged penis still invading her wildly aroused body. Knowing that her own orgasm was only seconds away, the sex-crazed wife began to raise her suddenly freed buttocks high in the air so that almost all of her husband's thickly gleaming penis slid out of her streaming pussy before she crashed heavily back down again, as if to drive the huge pleasure-giving shaft all the way through her body.
"I-I'm cumming, Jack… cumming… cummm… Aaaaahhhhh…"
The tired young husband smiled up as his beautiful blonde wife sobbed out her passion above. "I've been saving something for you," he said with tender glee, and then his own sperm shot up from the sanctuary of his balls to race the length of his pistoning cock before finally mingling far up inside his wife's churning vagina with her own gushing cuntal secretions. For endless moments the young married couple strained together in final bliss, joined by the hot life-giving cum that flooded out over their tightly locked loins. When it was over, and they lay still at last, their arms remained locked around one another in loving embrace as they were finally joined together in mutually shared bliss. They might have stayed that way longer if they had not been aroused by a wry chuckle.
"Never figured myself for a matchmaker," Sylvia said. "But what the hell, I couldn't have my only neighbors at each other's throats. Don't you think it's better to have… good community relations?" and she laughed again, moving a little nearer to the now smiling couple. Warmly they opened their arms to her, but before she slipped into the loving embrace, the beautiful brunette looked back over her shoulder.
"Hans! Come and join us, boy. I think we've just started a new commune." And the big German shepherd came bounding over with a happy yelp of joy.