"No, not me, Man – someone else," he said. "My wife wants to try you, baby." It didn't occur to him that speaking in this manner to a dog was rather far out.
Luckily there was a collar about the dog's neck and Pete grasped this firmly and half walked, half ran with the dog to the car. He had no trouble getting the Great Dane inside. One sniff of his fingers caused the dog to leap in on the seat beside him. A problem arose then, for the big dog evidently mistook Pete for the love partner and tried to pump his tool against the man's arm. After considerable difficulty Pete drove the car all the way back to his house and cut the motor and lights. Seizing the dog by his collar again, he managed to get him into the house.
Mary was dressed in her most sexy-looking clothes. Black stockings, garter belt to hold them up, no bra, no slip. She had on a pair of her old spike-heeled shoes, and when she stood up, Pete knew a degree of excitement he would not have believed possible earlier. His tool shot up in his pants and he nearly went off. The Great Dane sniffed about Mary's shoes and legs, licked her legs and rose on his hind legs, grasping Mary's legs with his front paws. His loins began to pump wildly and Pete saw the long red whang striking Mary's body at random, little squirts of the dog's juice remaining on her flesh here and there and running down towards the floor. The dog apparently was frantically trying to understand what to do to this woman who stood up rather than lay down on a bed as Rose did.
"Down on your hands and knees, Mary baby!" Pete cried hoarsely, his heart hammering like a piston.
Mary stood motionless, her lips set and pulled inward, her eyes half closed, her body stiff as steel. "Down on your hands and knees, baby," Pete repeated. "Please… you're confusing him."
Mary groaned and sank to her hands and knees. The dog was in back of her in a flash, his front paws clinging fiercely to her waist and hips, his head and neck projected forward, his eyes set and glazed, his ass jerking inward and outward at lightning speed. Evidently he couldn't find the correct spot at first, but as Pete moved over to try to help, Mary screamed and left her knees momentarily to rise on her toes, her hands still touching the floor, supporting her. She screamed again and spread her legs like a bitch dog.
The Great Dane had sunk his long red shaft into her cunt all the way to the hilt.
Pete dropped to the floor nearby, his heart hammering so furiously now it threatened to jump out of his body. His own tool was so hard it ached. He pulled it forth and moved his body towards Mary, pulling his pants down somewhat as he did so. When he was close enough, he pressed his tool against her cheek, for now her head was hanging low to the floor, her eyes still closed, her mouth still set firmly.
"Suck me, baby," he begged. "Let me get in on it."
But Mary didn't hear him, apparently, for she made no move to touch her husband. She kept on moaning and groaning and every few seconds a tiny scream would issue forth from her lips. Suddenly she was leaning on her forearms instead of her hands. This lowered the top part of her body, but left her rear end high and in position for her cunt to continue to receive the plunging tool of the inflamed Great Dane.
Pete glanced at the big dog.
He wanted to grin, but the grin froze on his face.
The big dog seemed to be looking straight at Pete, but his eyes were so glazed with lust that there was nothing the animal was seeing, more than likely. The dog's back was curved and reminded Pete of a pulled bow about to release the arrow.
Every muscle in the animal's body seemed to be tight and hard and ready to burst at any moment. The long tongue kept darting in and out of the dog's mouth as if it had a personality of its own and wanted something to enter in a sexual sense. Pete watched the animal in utter fascination wild exhilaration as it continued on with its frantic fucking.
Pete wondered if dogs knew passion.
Or was it simply instinctive urge?
Marv screamed again and shot her butt up into the air.
This seemed to drive the dog even more frantic, for now he plunged his tool into Mary's cunt with terrific force and speed.
"Ah… ah… ah… ah…" Mary cried brokenly. "Ah… ah…"
The dog kept on with his fucking.
Pete moved about a bit so he could see the plunging tool as it entered and was withdrawn from his wife's cunt.
The dong was swollen to an unbelievable size now.
"Ah… ah… ah… ah…" said Mary, her eyes closed so tightly that it made her face look strange.
The dog continued to hump.
Pete watched.
Mary groaned. "Ah… ah… ah…"
Pete went off all over the front of his pants.
The dog evidently exploded then, for his eyes went shut and he breathed hard, his tongue darting in and out of his mouth at a fast rate of speed.
He barely realized it.
Mary was now up on her hands again, holding her body higher from the floor.
The dog was still fucking her, moving now at a rate of speed that was hard to believe.
Pete squirted again as he watched. His pants were a mess.
The dog apparently exploded again from the looks of his face.
***"Ah… ah… ah… oh… so… wonderful… so… very… wonderful."
Pete didn't know how long it took for the dog to get down from Mary's back, but it seemed like an hour. Apparently, the dog's tool was so swollen that it could not be extracted until some of the swelling went away. Finally, the dog pulled it out of Mary's twat, and Pete was astonished at the length of it, even though he knew it must be much smaller now than when the fuck had been at its zenith. The Great Dane sniffed at Mary's butt, licked at her cunt with his long, sweeping tongue.
"Ah… ah… ah…" Mary moaned, her body tensing.
The dog stopped his licking to look at Pete, sniffed, gave his head a shake, seemed to cough a bit, shook his head again and resumed licking Mary's cunt from the rear.
"Ah… ah… ah…" from Mary over and over as the dog's long tongue repeatedly struck her sensitive clit.
Seeing the dog lapping Mary's snatch made Pete shoot off again. He went off all over the carpet this time, managing to get his legs out of the way, not that it made any difference. Mary saw him go off and she opened her mouth and took his prick in and cleansed it with her tongue and lips. She kissed his tool repeatedly.
The dog moved away into the corner and lay down on his belly and looked at the two people on the floor. A moment later the dog lowered his head to his forelegs as though resting from his terrific exertion.
"Honey," Mary said to Pete softly. "It was so good… I'll never be the same again."
"It was marvelous," he agreed. "You were terribly hot, weren't you, darling?"
"Yes," she said. "And believe me I can understand Rose better now. That gal really knows what she's doing. I don't blame her for liking… you-know-what." Apparently, Mary didn't feel up to mentioning the word "dog".
Pete grinned slightly. "Maybe I should find a female… a bitch for myself."
This made Mary laugh and the laugh sounded good to him after all the tight, tense passion that had been filling the room for the past twenty minutes. There was, he concluded, always the possibility of having too much of a good thing.
"Pete," she said, sitting down now and crossing her legs. "What did it look like?"
"It looked wild, baby, wilder'n hell, but hot, too. I've never been so hot before, and I was just watching."
"I have an idea that Rose may have started a whole new sex trend for women."
This alarmed Pete momentarily. "I hope not. I don't want to lose my wife to an animal."
"Silly. I didn't mean it that way. I just meant for an occasional kick."
"Sure, I know," he said, and moved over close to her so he could kiss her. "I'm glad you got 'em off with the dog, baby. I know I did."