After the excitement of the Saturday night in town, it was hard for Ellie to settle back into her agonizing routine of boredom. She had enjoyed drinking and talking with Greg and Wanda. They were vital, exciting people. Even Hank had been more animated than usual in their company. He had fucked her longer and more exuberantly that night in the hotel than he had ever since they came to Northern California.
Back in isolation with the two men, Ellie found herself faced once again with her policy of spending as little time as possible around Greg. Now, more than ever, she felt susceptible to temptation. She even thought she detected a new, cozier attitude on Greg's part, as if he were flirting with her.
"What's the matter, Ellie?" he kidded her one morning when they were sitting alone over coffee. Hank was in the shower. "Don't you like me?"
"Of course, I like you. You're Hank's best friend, and for that reason alone I would like you."
He raised his eyebrows and smiled. "That the only reason you can come up with? Seriously, you've really got me wondering why you're always just on your way out or in or something when I come around. I get the feeling you're trying to avoid me."
The eighteen-year-old was totally flustered. "You're being silly, Greg. Here, have some more coffee. I have to go find Hank some clean underwear." She could hear him laughing softly to himself as she left the room. She could feel her cheeks flushing red. What was she to do? She certainly couldn't confide her problem to Hank.
That day, she took the station wagon into town and looked up Wanda. The redhead was having breakfast in the hotel dining room. Sensing the blonde's distress, she finished her meal quickly and led the way up to her room, where they could talk in private. She listened quietly while Ellie poured out her tale of self-doubts and recriminations.
"I know you may not be the best person to tell this to, Wanda. After all, I hardly know you and you're a friend of Greg's. But I had to talk to someone. And you were so nice that night we spent here in town."
Wanda moved closer to the young blonde on the bed and patted her hand. The younger woman had been stroking Nugget anxiously, trying to avoid the redhead's eyes.
"This sure is a nice dog. You're lucky to have him for company."
"He's not mine. I'm looking after him for a friend."
For just a moment, Ellie had a disquieting thought. This looked an awful lot like the dog she had seen with the grizzled old prospector that day in the woods. Involuntarily, she shuddered and dismissed the idea. How could he be a friend of Wanda's? Impossible!
"You know, Ellie? I wouldn't worry about this infatuation thing if I were you. Greg's a good-looking man. Any woman would turn on to him. You're perfectly normal, if that's what you're worrying about."
Ellie's big blue eyes looked trustingly into Wanda's. "It's not just that, Wanda. I can't stand to be alone with him, not for a minute. I just don't think I can trust myself. Especially since Hank…" She surveyed the redhead closely to be sure it was all right to go ahead.
Wanda felt a passing surge of excitement at the mention of Hank's name. The young husband had been much in her thoughts and fantasies lately. "Since Hank what, honey?"
"Well, Hank's been working so hard here. He just doesn't have as much time for sex as he used to. That's one of the reasons why I feel so – anxious – I think."
Ah, the innocence of the young marrieds, Wanda thought as she went over to her dresser and poured out two plastic cupfuls of Scotch. "Here, honey, it'll make you feel better. You're shaking all over." This time, she sat close enough to the voluptuous blonde that she could smell her perfume. Her pretext was that she wanted to stroke the dog. Several times their hands touched. Each time, Ellie smiled shyly and pulled hers away. "You know, Ellie, marriage is like a roller coaster. There's ups and downs. You may as well face the fact right now. Your old man won't be fucking like a rabbit forever."
An image of Hank's strong ass-cheeks clenching to drive his cock deep into his wife's twat made Wanda quiver. She took a long swallow of her drink.
"Oh, I know. My mother told me about how things cool off with time and all that. But gee, Wanda, I'm not ready to cool off!" Frustration oozed from the lovely blonde's every pore. She drank deeply of the Scotch, relishing the immediate calming effect it had on her over-wrought nervous system.
"That's another fact of life, honey. Women, sometimes want it more than men do." Wanda laid a hand on Ellie's knee. She made sure her touch was firm enough that Ellie could not dislodge it without an obvious effort. The hand stayed where it was. "Some women, you know, can go on and on. It's a biological fact that men have to lay off and store up more of the juices." Her eyes twinkled. She held her glass up in toast and drained it.
Ellie imitated the older woman. Already she was feeling so much more capable. Her problems seemed to have faded to harmless vapor. "So what are women supposed to do?"
The hand on her knee was very much in Ellie's mind. There was something more there than a friendly gesture. She knew that intuitively. To her own surprise, the thought did not frighten her. She accepted Wanda's offer of a second drink and drained it quickly. Her head reeled with the intoxicating, liberating effects of the Scotch. She could feel the hand on her knee moving slightly, massaging her thigh. Though she giggled self-consciously, she did not protest Wanda's overtures.
The redhead sensed her young friend's waning self-control. Provoked herself by the alcohol she had consumed, Wanda decided to make her play. Boldly she took the blonde in her arms and forced her down flat on the bed. She covered Ellie's mouth in a long, deep, penetrating kiss.
"Mmmmppphhh! Mmmmmm!" Startled at first by the older woman's forceful maneuver, Ellie started to protest. But her distress quickly turned to inebriated passion as the redhead's tongue drove deep into her mouth and tangled with her own. Wanda's body was half straddling hers. The feel of Wanda's lush tits pressing down against her own breasts gave Ellie a perverse heady thrill such as she had never known before.
The blonde's momentary surrender was all the leeway Wanda needed to take full advantage of the situation. While the dog Nugget watched from bedside, Wanda overwhelmed her young friend with hot urgent kisses. She could feel Ellie's tits heaving in passion beneath her. With bold enthusiasm, she delved a hand into Ellie's blouse and caressed the full firm globe of a breast.
The blonde's nipple sprang up hard and insistent against Wanda's palm. At once, the redhead switched her attention to the other tit, eliciting the same raunchy response from the other susceptible nipple. To her seducer's delight, Ellie began to groan hungrily beneath her, to thrust her chest wantonly up in search of more of the stimulating caresses.
Wanda lost no time in giving the sensual young blonde exactly what she wanted: more of the same and a little something extra. With a dexterity born of experience, Wanda unfastened the fly of Ellie's jeans. Quickly, before the other woman could protest, she insinuated a hand into the waistband of Ellie's panties. To her surprise, instead of coarse crinkly hair, she discovered a downy triangle soft as angel-hair.
"Oooohh, Ellie, darling! You feel so wonderful! I've admired you so much, right from the first moment I saw you!"
The older woman's praise impressed the intoxicated blonde. She wriggled her pussy up against the probing hand, helping Wanda dig deeper into her pants. She could feel her pussy pulsing hotly, eager for direct erotic stimulation. Wanda was obviously eager to give it to her, and Ellie was in no position – or mood – to say no.
Never in her young life had Ellie ever considered making love to another woman. But, now that something was happening between her and Wanda, she realized where her admiration for the older woman had been leading. Not that Ellie would have initiated anything. She didn't even realize what was happening. But that hand on her knee. It had told Ellie something about herself she had never realized. Women could be exciting too!
To her drink-distorted brain, the redhead's tantalizing lovemaking seemed the perfect solution to Ellie's horny dilemma. Making love with Wanda was not infidelity the way it would be if she let Greg sink his cock into her pussy. Surely the amorous gropings between women were harmless enough. Nothing she would have to tell her husband about.
"Mmmmm, Wanda, that feels good!" Unconsciously Ellie was using the same little-girl voice that Hank liked to hear during lovemaking. She rotated her pussy wantonly in the air as Wanda pushed her jeans and panties down to her thighs. She moaned with the delicious stimulation of the cool air of the room wafting over her bare pussy.
The lazy sensuality of Wanda's tender caresses suddenly took on a new raw urgency. The redhead stabbed a finger deep up into the clenching hole of Ellie's twat. With reckless enthusiasm, she began to stroke the finger in and out, at the same time grazing the sensitized nub of Ellie's clitoris. Wanda's mouth bore down heavily on the blonde's, so the younger woman was experiencing the intense stimulation from both ends. She began to writhe furiously, jerking her pussy-mound up against Wanda's hand. Her brain seemed to reel with the sudden overwhelming erotic input. She was held in thrall to Wanda's expert, feverish lovemaking.
Satisfied that her quarry would not escape her now, Wanda dared to move more freely next to the sensuously squirming blonde. She no longer felt the need to hold Ellie down. Her young friend was not going anywhere, except maybe to paradise. She pulled open Ellie's blouse and covered the smooth round contours of Ellie's tits with quick inciting kisses. She began to pull on first one swollen nipple and then the other, gripping each nubbin with her lips, leaving them with a slick sheen of her saliva. As she sucked, her finger continued to work in and out of the blonde's tight pussy. Movement was easier now, as her passage flared with desire and her juices flowed.
"Ellie, darling, you're so beautiful! Your cunt's so soft and wet! Your nipples taste so wonderful!" Inspired with the power of her own building stimulation, Wanda worked more hungrily down over the shapely planes of Ellie's body. Her tongue stabbed into the downy patch of her blonde pubic hair and found the slick peak of Ellie's clitoris.
With an involuntary jerk, the teenager thrust her cunt-mound up into Wanda's face. The soft contact of moist tongue on her clitoris – coupled with those fingers in her twat – turned her body into a smoldering bundle of live wires. "Oooooooohhhh! Oh, Wanda! God, you're making me feel so good! I just don't believe how good I feel!" She tossed her thick blonde hair from side to side on the bedspread. Her fingers clutched at the material, seeking support against the assault of Wanda's lovemaking.
Hungry now to take her campaign to its natural conclusion, Wanda hurriedly pulled off Ellie's jeans and panties. Now the blonde was naked but for the blouse that barely covered parts of her chest and arms. Wanda stole just a moment to admire the shapely beauty at close range. From the edge of the bed, she caught a quick movement. It was Nugget. Just the dog's head was visible over the mattress. He was watching the two women with rapt interest. Wanda grinned at the animal, and wondered wickedly if Nugget was contemplating a threesome. Wanda had her own ideas on that score.
Her brown eyes lit on Ellie's bright-blue ones, that pleaded with the older woman to relieve her of the anxiety of waiting. The lust in the blonde's face was contagious. At once, Wanda bowed her head between Ellie's thighs and tongued her moist pussy-slit, from the tip of her upright clitoris, down over her quivering slit, all the way to the secret brown pucker of her asshole. Ellie whimpered excitedly and ground her cunt up into Wanda's face.
That was all the encouragement Wanda needed. The first sweet taste of the younger woman's piquant juices made her greedy for more. She stabbed her tongue abandonedly against the yielding opening to Ellie's snatch and vibrated her tongue just inside the hole. She thought her young prey would go out of her head with excitement. Ellie was squirming deliriously on the bed, clutching at the bedspread, then at Wanda's thick red hair. She moaned non-stop.
Wanda's lips fluttered over the sensitive flanges of Ellie's pussy, dealing the moist flesh a kind of raw pleasure the inexperienced blonde had never known. Each time Wanda's tongue rose to circle her clitoris, which was ripe and throbbing with blood-engorged desire, Ellie would mewl like a crazed beast. When the tongue descended to her little asshole, the sheer depravity of the caresses seemed to inspire Ellie to wilder abandon.
In all her experience, Wanda couldn't remember ever having encountered a woman with more erotic sensitivity than young Ellie. Just watching her would be enough to make the juices flow from Wanda's pussy. As it was, the smell and touch and sounds of her were driving the redhead mad with urgent need – and with a secret lurid excitement.
She decided that the setting was at last just right. Now she could spring her surprise.
Trembling with lust, Wanda urged Ellie to roll over onto her belly. The blonde was too far gone now to make any protest. She couldn't think any farther than the pleasure that she knew would be forthcoming as long as she cooperated with Wanda. Like a puppet, she let herself be propped up onto hands and knees while Wanda stroked her cunt-hole with two filling fingers.
The teenager didn't even notice when Wanda motioned the big German Shepherd up onto the bed. The first thing she did notice was a spongy moist assault up along the crack between her ass-cheeks. "Oooooooohhh! Aahhhh! Yessss!" Like a robot programmed for pleasure, she thrust her buttocks back to receive more of the lusty titillation. It didn't even occur to her drink-fogged brain to wonder how Wanda was achieving this new tantalizing effect.
Wanda felt her own pussy flare hotly as she watched the dog tongue the unsuspecting blonde's upturned ass-crevice. With prurient interest, she leaned close to watch the long pink tongue snake over the furry pussy, from swollen clitoris to asshole. The erotic undulations of the teenager's asscheeks stimulated Wanda's excitement. As soon as she saw the dog had achieved an erection, she gave him his command. "Come on, Nugget! Up, boy, up!"
The rough paws clasping her hips and the brief command joined forces to blaze a trail through to Ellie's consciousness. Her eyes wide with dawning realization, she looked back over her shoulder to discover the leering dog poised over her back, the dog's forepaws clutching her hips.
"Oh my God!" she wailed, struggling to wiggle free. She looked to Wanda for help. "What's he doing, Wanda? Stop him! Please get him off me!" No matter which way her hips moved, the dog followed her on agile rear legs. She was his victim, his prisoner. One more look at Wanda's lust-distorted eyes told Ellie she could expect no rescue from her woman lover. Obviously, Wanda had every intention of watching her get screwed by a dog!
Panic seemed to give the woman demonic energy, but still she could not shake free from the determined animal. Nugget continued to rut forward, trying to sink his cock in the hot protesting pussy that he sensed was so close to being his. Ellie's endeavors to break free didn't disturb Nugget in the least. They seemed no more, no less, than he expected from a female he was about to hump. His only problem was to lodge his long hard prick in her hidden cunt-hole.
With panting excitement, Wanda kneeled next to the obscenely struggling pair. Her eyes were fastened on the red shaft of Nugget's hard cock. Her pussy throbbed at the thought of seeing that turgid instrument driving up into Ellie's taut belly. She had never seen a woman get screwed by a dog before, but she had done it often enough herself that the idea filled her with fiery pangs of lust. In her mind, Wanda saw herself as doing the blonde a favor by introducing her to the unyielding charms of the German Shepherd's tireless cock. Besides, she was guilty of the alluring thought that the corruption of the wife might somehow pave the way for the downfall of the husband. She hoped Hank Jones and his big cock would fall right into her receptive arms.
"Oh Ellie honey! Nugget's so hot for you! His prick's all hard and ready!" Despite her lecherous plans, Wanda could feel empathy for the young beauty quivering before the dog's ruthless assault. She, too had once been frightened by the idea of fucking a dog. She felt every confidence that a lusty woman like Ellie would learn to love Nugget's amorous capabilities as much as she herself did. After all, hadn't Ellie been looking for a solution to her endless horniness?
Trembling with arousal, Wanda reached for Nugget's stiff cock and guided it to the spongy hole of Ellie's twat. As soon as he sensed his goal before him, Nugget rammed his prick deep into the helpless girl's tight-clenched pussy.
"Ooooohhh, God-d-d! Aaaagghh! It hurts, Wanda! Please stop him!" Again the terrified girl tried to struggle free of the dog's embrace. Now, more than ever, her efforts were useless. Now that the animal knew the clasping warmth of her resilient twat, he wasn't about to give it up.
Torn between sympathy and mounting lust, Wanda watched the dog establish a ruthless fucking rhythm in and out of the frightened girl's cunt. She didn't want Ellie to suffer. She wanted her to enjoy Nugget. But, at the same time, she was not going to give up the titillation of watching the dog's red cudgel sawing in and out of Ellie's clinging pink hole.
"Relax, honey! You're all tight… that's why it hurts! Nugget will make you feel good if you let him! Believe me! I know!"
Through tear-streaked eyes, Ellie looked back over her shoulder at the excited redhead. She had felt hurt and betrayed that Wanda had brought her to such a peak of arousal, and then had abandoned her to the dog. She thought Wanda was trying to humiliate her. But maybe that wasn't it at all. Maybe she was trying to share something with her, something that Ellie was still too naive to understand and appreciate.
The teenaged housewife almost forgot the pain as her mind struggled with this new assessment of the situation. "You know? How do you know?"
"Because I make love to Nugget all the time, honey. His cock has the kind of staying power I love. And he's so hard, isn't he, Ellie?"
It was difficult for Wanda to give attention to reassuring the girl. Her mind was enraptured by the lurid sight of red dog-cock assaulting pink pussy. Her own cunt cried out for attention. As she knelt close to her woman lover, Wanda reached in under her skirt and found the rough thatch of her cunt-hair. Two fingers penetrated the tangly bush and drove right on up into her seeping twat. With demonic energy, she began to fingerfuck herself to the tempo of Nugget's energetic penetrations of Ellie's unwilling cunt.
There was enough Scotch still flowing through her bloodstream to make it hard for Ellie to fathom everything that was happening to her. She had come to town this afternoon for conversation, and had acquired in the bargain two new lovers. Two unnatural lovers, that were testing her to the limits of her sexuality. Accepting now that the dog was not going to pull out of her, she tried to do the only thing she could. Just like Wanda had told her, she strove to relax her panic-tightened cunt-muscles.
Scarcely aware of the groans of her friend, Ellie concentrated on the long hard cock surging in rhythmic bursts deep into her vulnerable pussy. It was a strange sensation at first, the unrelenting forcefulness of the prick battering her cunt combined with the obscene knowledge that that prick belonged not to a man but to an animal. She felt humiliated, depraved.
And, little by little, she felt something else.
It was pleasure… a steady mounting pleasure. As soon as her cunt-walls quit trying to fight off the filling strokes of the dog's cock, they left the blonde's nerve-endings wide open to the relentless pleasure that accompanied Nugget's furious pace. With timid little movements at first, then more exuberantly, Ellie thrust her ass back at the big dog's loins. Like a bitch in heat, she was encouraging the animal to have his way with her. She was begging for that unnatural cock to ream her harder, deeper, faster.
"Ooooohhh! Oh God-d-d! It's good-d-d!" The girl scarcely recognized her own voice, hoarse with emotion. It was as if this strange afternoon had brought out a whole new person in Ellie Jones.
Wanda, too, recognized the change in Ellie. She would have had to be deaf and blind not to. Suddenly the blonde was churning back against the big animal's cock like she had been doing it forever – like it was the most wonderful thing she could ever do. Her shapely round buttocks slammed against the dog's dark-furred loins with rhythmic intensity. Watching the devil emerge from her friend made Wanda fingerfuck herself with greater abandon, until her belly was a broiling pit of lust.
For long minutes the women writhed in harmony, the one taking a dog-cock deep into her cunt, the other relying on her own fingers. Their mewls and moans mingled in erotic cacophony. The excitement was pushing them both to the outer limits of their endurance. It was Ellie who gave out first. She had been struggling under the intense sensual input for much longer now than she had ever imagined possible. Things just kept getting better and better, until she was coming.
Wanda was not far behind her. Just knowing her friend was cumming from the stimulating blows of the dog's cock drove her over the brink. "Oh Ellie baby! My pussy's on fire!"
When their crisis had passed, Wanda a took off her clothes and cradled the younger woman in her arms. She stroked and soothed the confused blonde, offering her sips of Scotch to calm her jangled nerves. It had been an incredible experience for Ellie, one she was not yet ready to deal with. She accepted the conscience-killing booze gratefully. At last, she slept, her head nestled against her friend's lush tits.