Gradually, ever so gradually, Angie's resignation to her newfound pain turned into a hungry acceptance of a new, deeper, more intense thrill. She was actually taking that massive dog's cock all the way up into her dilating pussy! The rampaging thickness was coaxing her sensitive nerve-endings into building appreciation of the pitiless fucking she was taking up her vulnerable cunt. It was feeling good. It was feeling damned good. Angle had never been fucked like this in her life and she knew it.
As she once again sucked eagerly on Tim's rubbery cock, she reminded herself lewdly of how it had actually taken a chance meeting with a hitchhiker and his beautiful big pet to coax her into the incredible orgiastic pleasure she was now enjoying. She was riding high on a peak of wanton abandon that even surpassed anything she had known with Saxon and Sally, and for a moment she felt a little pang of guilt that she was experiencing a more intense passion with strangers. But then her memory reminded her of the scene she had interrupted last night and she knew an even more furious excitement.
She was getting her own back. She, too, could pick up someone and make them show her body wilder and more intense erotic experiences than she had known at home. She could get fucked, too. She smiled a little around the cock driving into her face as she tried to imagine what Sally would think if she could see her now: kneeling naked in the woods, sucking a college boy's cock while his dog fucked her cunt with the force and speed of an oncoming freight train.
"Uhhh, uhhh, uhhh!" Angie mewled around Tim's prick as her entire body drank in the incredible stimulation of the animal-humping she was getting from behind. She was beginning to feel weak and a little tired but still Jethro fucked on and on, his powerful body rutting with the intensity of a jackhammer, forcing her to almost unbearable summits of sensual pleasure.
Bravely, Angie continued to suck and lave Tim's swollen tool, though her strength was fading, though she was like a heroin addict who was floating off somewhere in a private pleasurable fantasy world, driven there by the intensity of the most thorough, rousing fuck she had ever known in her entire promiscuous young life.
"Jeez, baby, I don't know how much longer I can hold on!" Tim groaned between clenched teeth. Watching this wild woman suck his cock while she got thoroughly turned on to his pet's hard-fucking prick was driving him to the peak with furious intensity. That and the fact that Angie's cock-sucking maneuvers were becoming more and more abandoned as she was driven farther and farther toward the brink of distraction by Jethro's tireless dog-cock.
Tim knew he was going to come within moments, and he realized instinctively it was going to be the most memorable orgasm of his life. He began to pump his loins more energetically at the woman's face, rushing to meet the explosion threatened to break at any moment.
Angie could tell by Tim's erotic squirmings that he was struggling on the brink of climax. At the same time she could feel the dog's prick growing larger inside her clutching cunt as the animal, too, struggled to fulfill the promise of release.
The idea of having both her mouth and cunt filled by thick white male sperm, half-animal, half-human, drove Angie over the brink of excitement, and she writhed and gyrated her ass furiously, coaxing the dog to come in her twat even as she clenched with her hand and sucked tighter with her mouth at Tim's twitching cock.
Tim was the first to go. Angie could feel the hot jets of salty jizz shooting far into the back of her throat, and she swallowed them hungrily while the dog thrust his cock energetically far up into her wet pussy to unload his own salty ration of spunk. The knowledge that it was finally happening – that she was being filled to the peak of her lustful capacity – triggered Angie's own climax.
"Mmmmmm, aaaannhhhhh!" she moaned around the spurting rod in her mouth as her nerve endings seemed to explode with the intense force of a thousand tiny firecrackers. She was over the top. She and her two strange new companions were climaxing together here in the woods on this lovely warm summer's day. It was crazy. It was sexy. She loved it. She loved it!
The three orgiastic revelers lay in a confused heap of fur and flesh for some time before Tim finally struggled to his feet and pulled up the zipper of his jeans. Jethro leaped up and joined him, snuggling against the boy's leg affectionately. Tim reached down and stroked the animal.
"Hi, fella. Have a good time? We sure learned a few things about the birds and the bees today, didn't we?"
Hearing Tim's words, Angie giggled and rolled over onto her back to look up at her two handsome lovers. "Hey, does that make me a teacher?" she asked coquettishly. "Maybe I've discovered a new vocation."
"You're the best damned teacher I ever met," Tim complimented her, giving her a friendly hug as she rose to her feet.
The boy and his dog played fetch-it with a big stick for a few minutes while Angie dressed and put the blanket back in the car. She still felt vaguely stoned, but it was hard to tell how much of that was the result of the marijuana and how much of her fabulous orgasm. She felt totally rejuvenated, freed of the burden of last night's sorrow and anger.
"Hey, you guys ready to leave?" she called at last.
"Ready when you are." Tim and Jethro sauntered back to the car, both looking extremely smug and well taken care of. "Hey, Angie," Tim suggested as he got back in the car, "why don't you come along to my brother Sid's place with me? He wrote me that he has orgies and stuff like that going at his ranch. You might be interested, and I'm sure he'd be glad to meet you."
Angie was a little shocked at first, and then laughed at her own silly prudishness. A girl who could pick up a boy and his dog and fuck them both certainly had nothing to fear from a mere orgy. Besides, it was a new opportunity, something different. Who knew what might happen?
"Sure, why not?" She shrugged her shoulders. "You know, I think it's time I met more of my own kind of people."
CHAPTER SIX
Sharon Moore was bored. Here she was stuck out on a dusty ranch in the middle of nowhere with nothing to do but decorate the pavement around her host's pool.
When she'd received the invitation from the studio P.R. man to spend a couple of weeks at the Arizona hideaway of Sid Bailey, one of Hollywood's top TV producers, Sharon had been sure this was her big chance to make it in show business.
She'd thought the invitation to Bailey's spread meant he wanted to fuck her. And that might mean a starring role in a TV show, maybe even her own series. Sugar-plum fairies had been dancing in her head for the five days before she arrived up here. But in the last four, she'd done nothing but eat, look pretty and sleep-alone.
What the hell kind of way was this to get ahead anyway? The teenager chided herself as she looked vaguely out an upstairs window at the long dusty road that led to the luxurious ranchhouse. She watched a big Buick pull into the drive. A woman was behind the wheel, but she waited in the car while a hippie-looking young boy and a huge golden dog approached the house. For lack of anything better to do, Sharon decided to go downstairs and find out who the newcomers were.
Bailey himself was standing in the front foyer with an arm around the boy and a hand on the big dog's head. He noticed Sharon coming down the stairs and called her over.
"Hey, Sharon honey, I want you to meet my baby brother, Tim. Him and Jethro here are going to be spending a couple of weeks with us. They'll be here for the big party coming up."