Angie could not believe how quickly her girlfriend had responded to this lewd double-fucking. She couldn't imagine that any woman could be turned on that quickly to something so initially painful. Then she realized that Sally must be a masochist, must like to experience pain, which by its very welcome nature was immediately transformed by her craving body into a kind of cruel pleasure.
Angie began to understand why Sally had to go out and compulsively chase men, men who would treat her like dirt both during and after their screwing. She needed to be punished, she craved it, and Angie had unconsciously fulfilled her deepest desires.
The aroused blonde was pleased that she was helping her lovely girlfriend work out her sexual hang-ups. Perhaps once she had realized this perverted fancy, Sally would be ready to accept sensuality more openly, for the sheer pleasure of it rather than for the pain and degradation. If not, well that was her bag, and whatever turned Sally on would be just fine with Angie.
Angie wanted them to share everything, but everything together from now on. Fucking men, dogs, each other, whatever came along. They would be afraid of nothing. They would take on all comers. Theirs would be total complete, unquestioning sensuality.
Harry was in a trancelike state of wanton arousal as he lay on the bed, agonizingly aware that he was sharing a woman's body with a dog. He could feel the presence of the dog's cock through the thin membrane that separates asshole and cunt, and he strove mightily to try to keep up with the dog's compulsive, staccato fuck-rhythm. He was so intensely aroused by what was happening to him this morning, that for a while he forgot all about his fingers up inside the blonde's cunt. But Angie's impatient hip rotations reminded him of his oversight and he began to ram his fingers harder and faster up into the woman's craving fuck-hole.
Angie was beside herself with arousal as she watched the two cocks fucking her girlfriend, and she raised up so she could again kiss Sally in a long, throaty, sensual kiss that sealed the bond of the incredible sexual experience they were sharing. All her love, all her lust, all her need was stored in that kiss, and it was several moments before the women's mouths parted, their tongues darting out for one parting dueling encounter.
"Sally, you're so beautiful," Angie told her girlfriend in lusty admiration of her sensual response to the double-fucking she was getting.
"Oh, it feels good now, Angie, so good!" Sally replied, undulating her hips greedily for more of the hard-driving cocks, her body still somewhat surprised to find that it was experiencing nothing now but pure, unadulterated pleasure. The last perverse tingles of pain had fled long ago, leaving the excited woman soaring high on a sensation-bound trip toward heaven.
"I think I'm going to come, Angie! It feels so goooood!"
Angie watched her girlfriend's eyes grow wide with dazed excitement as her whole body shivered and shuddered in the uncontrollable paroxysms of orgasm.
"Saxon's coming in my asshole, Angie!" the orgasmically excited Sally cried to her friend as her body continued to fly high on the summit of total release.
Hearing that the woman riding him was coming and feeling the dog's cock going off up inside her asshole, Harry came, filling the room with his uninhibited bellows as he jerked and jerked and jerked again, filling Sally's cunt with hot jets of fuck-juice.
Angie even experienced her own orgasm just from Harry's fingers up inside her twat, as she tuned in on the force and intensity of the other three's climaxes to find her own skyward route to momentary paradise.
"Jeez, this had been one hell of a night, ladies," Harry muttered as he strove to get to his feet.
Angie caught him off-balance and pulled him back down onto the bed. "Where do you think you're going, honey?" she asked the big man. "You've got a few more tasks to perform before you're free to go." And the excited blonde fell on his cock and began to suck it to renewed hardness.
"I've got to get to work," Harry protested feebly.
"You've got your work cut out for you right here," Sally told him, catching Angie's mood and positioning her dripping pussy over Harry's face. "A day at home in bed never hurt any man."
"Not yet," Harry agreed resignedly, darting out his tongue to lap at her hardening clit.
CHAPTER TEN
Nick Petrushka had been reading meters now for close to twenty years, and he figured he had the job aced. In fact, to the point where it actually had become quite boring. Same old round – ring the doorbell, lady in scruffy slippers and bathrobe, curlers in her hair, lets you in, you read the numbers, and you're gone. That's all there was to it. Every work day for nineteen years and seven months.
Here we go again, Nick sighed to himself as he headed up the walk towards the attractive yellow frame house that was next on his route. Actually this particular route was new to Nick, but everything, everybody on it so far had been so much like the old familiar places and faces that it didn't seem to make much difference. He'd asked for a new route to ease the boredom, but it hadn't worked. Maybe it's time I looked for a new career, he thought glumly as he rang the doorbell.
Nick immediately felt a familiar apprehension as he heard a dog bark on the other side of the front door. One of the cardinal hazards of his profession was unfriendly dogs, and the graying meter man was in no mood to fight off a canine assault at the moment. All he wanted was to get the day over with as quickly and as painlessly as possible.
After ringing the doorbell a second time, Nick was rewarded with the sound of human footsteps on the other side of the door. In a moment it had swung open and a very attractive brunette in a bathrobe, no slippers and no curlers in her long shiny, black hair, was smiling at him through the screen.
Nick had to swallow hard before he could find his voice. The woman's terry robe was tied so loosely in front he could see a good three inches of the cleavage and curves of her full, round boobs. And what's more, just another half-inch and he was sure he'd be able to catch a glimpse of her beaver.
"Good… good morning, ma'am," he stammered, his cool gone for the first time in almost twenty years on the job. "I'm your new m-m-meter man."
The woman smiled a bright welcome as she swung the screen door open to admit the shaken man. "Good morning. Please come in. You look like you could use a cup of coffee, am I right?"
Nick couldn't believe his ears. Sure, he'd heard the old jokes about the milk man, the delivery man or the meter man being greeted at the door by a beautiful, half-dressed, horny woman, but this was the first time anything like it had happened to him. He'd become a skeptic, in fact, about the truth of any of those stories.
Edging through the door, Nick stuck out a cautious hand to stroke the big German shepherd who stood close at his mistress' heels. "Sure sounds good, ma'am… the coffee, I mean," he managed to blurt out once he was well inside the living room, his hat and his clipboard in his hand, his face apprehensive but brightening with an unfamiliar eagerness.
"Hey, you know, you're kind of cute," the brunette was saying, moving closer to the older man and wrapping her arms around his neck, planting a long, wet kiss on his trembling lips.
When their lips had parted, Nick looked long and hard into the brunette's dark eyes, and suddenly something in him snapped. The boredom and frustration of twenty years of tedium melted away and he was alive again.
Hell, he thought arrogantly, I'm only forty-three years old. Why shouldn't this good-looking broad find me attractive?
Needing no further invitation, the mouse-turned-tiger grabbed the girl tightly around the shoulders and swung her down, leaning over her to plant a long Don-Juan-type kiss on her trembling lips. The meter man could feel his cock pulsing to an unaccustomed excitement in his pants as he realized that this gorgeous, half-naked woman was actually trembling under his touch, obviously dying with need for more of his ardent attentions.