Suddenly Angie realized that what she most wanted to do now was to go home and share her new worldliness with Sally. Now their relationship could be all and more she'd ever hoped it could be. No jealousy, no possessiveness, just endless enjoyable sexuality.
Seized by a sudden intense happiness, Angie undulated her asscheeks furiously back to meet the powerful, stimulating fuck-strokes Bailey was directing far up into her tight asshole. It felt so good, so good, and Angie grunted abandonedly around the dog-cock in her mouth as her belly and butt pleaded for more of the exciting ass-fucking that was driving her to new summits of wanton sexual fantasy striving to swallow all Bailey's relentless prick in her tight-grasping asshole.
"God, baby, you are too much!" Bailey grunted through clenched teeth as he strove to meet the furious rotating tempo of the blonde's shapely butt. He had never seen a woman turn on to any kind of fucking the way this beauty was responding right now, and the thought that it was his own thick stiff prick ramming in and out of her ass that was turning Angie on like this drove him to a wild peak of abandon that the sexually inhibited male had never known before.
Bailey had spent an adult lifetime trying to find his own stride sexually, to discover the kind of erotic stimulation that would allow him to enjoy the intense arousal other people apparently experienced. Now his cock was palpitating with a fury he would never have dared dream of mere hours ago. And it was all thanks to this gorgeous, sexy blonde whom chance had brought into his life and lust had bound here for the best part of the last incredible week.
Sid could feel his cock growing steadily as it continued to stroke in and out of Angie's responsive asshole. In a moment, he realized he would enjoy an orgasm such as he had never known before, and he threw heart and soul into rushing out to meet this new overwhelming experience in sensuality.
Feeling the presence of Bailey's mercilessly skewering cock growing up in her dilated shitter, Angie felt some last switch of self-control slip into overdrive as her mouth pumped furiously up and down over Jethro's slippery dick and her ass swallowed Bailey's tool with superhuman abandon.
"Ohh, I'm coming! I'm coming, baby! Fuucckk!!" she heard the older man yell behind her even as she tasted the first drops of the dog's fiery jizz shooting into the back of her throat. The two males' release triggered her own orgasm, and for long moments there was nothing in her being but sheer skyrocketing sensation that triggered and exploded every hidden little nerve-ending in her entire quivering body.
"Mmmmmm!" she mewled happily around Jethro's spurting cock, swallowing greedily until the big dog's dick was sucked dry, only then letting herself slump forward against his belly in orgasmic exhaustion. She could feel Sid's convulsive seizures up behind her gradually abate as the big man fell forward on her, the last ounce of his climactic energy exhausted.
"First-class, baby. You are really a top-drawer babe, you know that?" Sid complimented her, then lapsed into silence as all three orgiasts let the revitalized strength of sexual satisfaction seep into their exhausted limbs and bellies.
***Jethro, Sharon, Tim and Sid were all gathered around Angie out by her big Buick. They were there to say good-bye and all four experienced their own little pangs of sorrow as they realized just how much they owed to this generous, sensual California woman. The thought they might never see her again was painful to each of the three humans, and even Jethro was whimpering slightly, sensing that the pretty lady was going away and realizing intuitively that he would miss her.
It was past nine o'clock on Sunday evening, and Angie was determined to get away tonight, although Sid, Tim and Sharon had all done their best to persuade her to stay just one more night. She was going to miss her newfound friends and lovers, but she felt that she must get back to Sally as soon as possible, to establish that things were going to be all right between them, and to share her incredible recent experiences with her lovely girlfriend. She could no longer stand the suspense of being out of touch with Sally, of not knowing how things were with the other woman.
Angie shuddered to recall how cruel she'd been the last time she saw Sally, and she wanted to make up for that thoughtlessness as soon as possible. She needed to reconfirm the old roots. It was fun to get away and meet new friends and enjoy new experiences, but home and old-established loved ones were still best.
With lots of hugs and kisses and promises of future visits all around, Angie got into her car and drove quickly off, her eyes misty with the sad-happy pain of parting.
"Quite a woman," Sid Bailey muttered as Angie drove off. "I don't think any of us will be quite the same now that we've met her."
Nodding silent agreement, Tim and Sharon stood arm in arm, watching the Buick disappear into darkness. Jethro barked two short sharp barks of farewell that echoed and died in the cold desert night.
CHAPTER NINE
It was almost dawn when Angie pulled up in front of the frame house she and Sally shared. All seemed dark inside, peaceful, quite the same as usual. Angie felt little tingles of apprehension inside as she emerged from the car and headed for the back door. For the first time, it occurred to her that perhaps Sally wouldn't want her back. Maybe the pretty brunette had discovered that she preferred life on her own. Feeling suddenly anxious about her reception, Angie let herself quietly into the house.
The first thing that greeted her was a powerful collision with a furry body. Saxon had recognized Angie's odor at once, and he was all over the blonde, covering her face and hands and shoulders with rough wet kisses.
It was with difficulty that Angie kept from crying aloud. She held up a finger to her mouth and shushed the dog, whispering, "Come on, Saxon, honey. Let's give Sally a big surprise, shall we?"
Excitement suddenly replacing anxiety, Angie hurried to Sally's bedroom, surprised to find the door closed and a faint glimmer of light peeking through the crack beneath.
Maybe she's reading, Angie thought, and opened the door just the barest crack, fitting her eye to it to take a look inside. She felt the old familiar shock of jealousy when she spied Sally poised over a supine man, her cunt sliding wetly up and down on his hard, upthrust prick. Then excitement replaced jealousy as Angie reminded herself that she was a totally liberated woman, who could appreciate the very excitement Sally was experiencing from that turgid cock sunk up in her snatch.
"Mmmm, feels wonderful," Sally was saying, her hands kneading the man's hairy belly as she maneuvered her hips up and down over his thick, filling prick. "I love your cock, Harry baby."
Before she could stop him, Saxon had nosed his way past Angie and pushed right on into the bedroom, jumping up onto the bed beside Sally and her male companion.
"Saxon, how did you get in here?" Sally asked in exasperation, automatically looking back at the now open door. "Angie!" she cried as she spotted her girlfriend framed in the doorway. At once, in fear and embarrassment, she began to dismount from her lover's cock. "Angie, not again. I didn't want you to come back to this. But I was so lonely."
The blonde rushed over to the bed to comfort her friend. She reached out and grasped Sally's buttcheeks, gently pushing them back down onto Harry's cock.
"It's okay, baby," she assured Sally, planting a quick kiss on her girlfriend's moist full lips. "I've changed a lot in the last week. I've grown up, I think. And it would give me great pleasure to watch you get fucked by this muscle-bound hunk of man."
Angie was feeling increasingly excited by the sensual scene she had interrupted and she continued to guide Sally's hips up and down over the man's prick while her lips melded with Sally's in a long soul-kiss.