The unhappy redhead sighed and groaned. Her vaginal walls clung hungrily to her husband's swiftly moving cock, and her nostrils were still flaring, but she had become too distracted and couldn't concentrate now on achieving her so-longed-for climax.
Why couldn't life be simpler? Other animals than man didn't suffer from these complexities. Take Brute, for example, their handsome German shepherd.
She was certain that Brute was never thinking of anything else when he had sexual intercourse with one of the many bitches in the neighborhood who continually sought him out. Brute was never bothered with jealousy, was never limited to a single bitch, and so on.
She could remember several weeks ago watching him out the window when he had fucked that Dalmatian from down the block. How the Dalmatian had stood there, apparently unmoved, her tongue lolling out of its spotted head, while Brute screwed her furiously, his great haunches jerking powerfully, his forelegs gripping snugly about the other dog's shoulders, his longish red tongue hanging out of his mouth, wet and dripping with thick saliva, his slick red penis sliding lewdly in and out of the other dog's body to an alarming length.
That was one of the few times Dora had ever paid much attention to Brute's sexual proclivities. She had known that he tended to be somewhat rambunctious around the neighborhood, and not a few people had complained; but, after all, it was nothing much to make a fuss over. Dogs, after all, would be dogs.
But that particular morning she had been left peculiarly frustrated from Guy's furious, hyper-fast fucking, which he had excused on the grounds that he was late for work. Consequently, her loins were still swarming with desire as she watched Brute mount the female Dalmatian.
And what a splendid beast he was! She could scarcely believe the length and thickness of his dog's penis as it escaped from the soft furry covering beneath its belly. Somehow she had always imagined that dogs had very tiny penises. Brute's certainly had always seemed normal – although, obviously, when he was aroused, it became anything but that. She had been quite taken aback, and, remembering rightly, her breath had whooshed out of her lungs as she gaped in amazement at the furious quality of Brute's fucking.
Was it only her imagination that his eyes seemed to fasten on her as well, as he moved in that savage sexual embrace? Those big beautiful brown eyes with their long dark lashes?
And she could remember how she had blushed meeting his gaze, innocent as that meeting was, as she found herself wondering somewhat obscenely what that longish tongue of his might feel like if it ever approached her tender pussy flesh the way Guy's occasionally did…
"Oh! Oh! Oh my God! Brute! Guy!"
What was that? Had she mentioned Brute's name? Well, it really didn't matter. All that mattered was that, as she closed her eyes and imagined Brute mounting the Dalmatian, Guy's fucking her became all the more excruciatingly lovely. She could feel every last blood-filled ridge of his masterful cock pumping into her joyously clenching vagina, drawing the folds of her pussy with it in ecstatic surrender. Everything seemed so wonderful… and wonderful… Brute furiously fucking the other dog, his beautiful eyes on her… Guy's thick lust-engorged rod of flesh dredging her loins so burningly… and then she was There!
There!
"Brute… oh darling… darling… no, Guy… oh… oh, oh… oh!"
Guy continued to pump her ravagingly, his penis twisting this way and that, bumping savagely at her sensitive little clitoris. His hands gripped her firmly mounded breasts and squeezed them without mercy, his face and neck straining toward his own orgasm.
At the same time, Guy Donovan was struggling to get his daughter June out of his mind. Only twelve years old and already driving him crazy! He had become obsessed with her young buxom blonde beauty. Once the lights were out, he saw her continuously as he made love to Dora. He cursed himself for it, but he couldn't help himself. The way she paraded around the house, that cock-teasing walk of hers… her long blonde hair… the occasional glimpses of her naked breasts as she ran from bathroom to bedroom, breasts just waiting to be touched and suckled… everything combined to make his daughter the central figure of his sensuous thoughts.
Guy gasped as Dora's warm wet vaginal walls slid over his desire-swollen rigidity like melted butter. This was June's cunt, June's beautiful blonde vagina, caressing and kissing his urgently pummeling cock… His head fell loosely forward and back, like the head of a puppet, as his loins buffeted forward and his thick rock-hard cock speared his wife without mercy. He could hear her whimpers of approaching climax as they seemed to be June's. His penis raced up between her trembling legs like a fast whirring drill boring through the depths of the earth, battering and smashing all before it in great waves of warm moist flesh, his pelvis smacking into her and flattening her upraised buttocks with a hard, sharp slap that reverberated through the bedroom like a flat-handed blow across the cheek.
He reached forward with both hands and grasped her shoulders, pulling her whole body tightly against him. His thick hard cock had sunk to its fullest length in her quivering white belly, and she could feel the hardness of its caplike head pressed snugly against the sensitive end of her cervix deep inside.
Dora shuddered through her first shattering orgasm, groaning all the while and hung onto her husband as she began working toward a second. Somehow, she realized, thinking of Brute fucking the Dalmatian had distracted her from her other morbid thoughts and left her free to work upward toward an overwhelming fulfilling climax. She held the handsome German shepherd strongly in her mind's eye as she continued to work her pelvis all around her husband's pummeling hard cock-thrusts.
She felt his hands slide down to the rounded curves of her hips as he began a slow, teasing rotation of his rigid cock deep inside her spasming womb. Her muffled sobs of delight mingled huskily with his passionate gasps while his hands ran down the fullness of her quivering breasts. Then he began shifting to a series of hard, cruel thrusts, the fluted pink flanges of protective flesh around her cunt drawing back with each out-stroke, then being swallowed inside again as Guy thrust forward into her open cunt with a powerful in-and out rhythm. Squeezing all around her soft jiggling buttocks, his fingers dug cruelly into her cringing little puckered anus, then clasped her hips and pulled her back over his bursting cock while he continued to skewer and ram her with increasing abandon.
His body was now a ball of sheer uncontrolled lust unleashing itself completely against the squirming, tender twelve year old blonde daughter beneath him in his imagination. He could feel his heated cock growing thicker and thicker in her belly as he ground his bloated penis savagely into her with a wave of tremulous delight flickering across his lust-contorted features. He had never had anything as tender and young as his lovely blonde daughter before, so helpless beneath his rippling urgency – not even Dora had felt so good at that age. His penis inflated and burned as it never had before. He was almost there now, almost there, and he continued to ram her eagerly with long hard strokes. He had to end it before he went insane.
Dora's whimpers stretched into a long, low continuous whine that filled the master bedroom like a distant siren. Through the dim haze of her tortured mind, she watched Brute racing across an open field, his great furry coat rippling so sleek in the bright summer sunshine, his handsome canine features full of life and excitement. Inside her, Guy's penis felt as if it were expanding wildly and that his rampaging instrument might split her ecstatically in two. Oh yes… yes… he was going to cum in her… her wonderful lover… Brute's face… Sobs began to rack her passion-drenched flesh, her voluptuous body shivering all over. Then, as her warm wet vaginal muscles clamped snugly around Guy's hard-driving cock, her husband suddenly threw back his head and let out a ferocious cry, his pelvis shaking volcanically as his lewd hot sperm shot deep into Dora's wide-swept vaginal passage. She groaned in helpless submission, working her cuntal muscles furiously in order to climax again before he became soft. Spurt after spurt of fiery liquid sperm he emptied into her, filling her womb and belly to the very bursting point.