"Oh Matt," she whispered, "fuck me!" It happened so fast she didn't have a chance to resist before it was too late. Suddenly she found her wrists shoved together and bound with leather twine.
"Matt, what in the…"
"Just relax. You're gonna love this."
He stretched her arms above her head and secured her bound wrists to one of the posts that held up the volleyball net. She struggled, unable to believe what was happening.
"What are you doing?" she screeched, kicking, thrashing this way and that.
Matt laughed. "Such spirit! I like that."
He ran to the porch then, and returned with a hammer and two wooden stakes. He went down on one knee and slammed one stake into the ground, then the other. He tossed the hammer aside, yanked a length of leather cord out of his pocket, and caught Connie's flying left leg. The twine wound around her left ankle as Matt's hands worked.
Within seconds Connie's left ankle was bound to one stake. She fought him, kicking, shouting, but he got hold of her right leg and bound it to the other stake in record time. Then he stood up, grinning down at her, his big cock sticking out of his unzipped, unsnapped jeans and dripping fucklube as he slowly massaged it.
"Matt, in God's name, what are you doing?" Connie tried to calm herself.
"You are so sexy," he said. "I swear, you're the sexiest female I've ever laid eyes on. And you've never looked better than right now. I hope you're comfortable, that I didn't spread your legs too wide."
He pried off his cowboy boots, then peeled off his jeans.
Connie swallowed, watching the naked man straighten up. She knew what he was up to now, and she didn't care. He was going to fuck her while she was tied down and helpless.
"Oh Matt, quick!" she said. "Oh God, I'm dying for it!"
He took a step toward her, smiling, massaging his splitting-hard cock, but before descending to mount her, he turned away and walked toward Slicker, who had been barking and whimpering and fighting his chain all this time. The dog jumped up on him, clawing him, and he shoved it away.
"Cool it, you crazy dog!"
The dog settled down, whimpering and holding still as Matt unsnapped its chain. Connie was stunned to see the dog's long red prick quivering straight out along the under side of its shiny black abdomen.
"All right," Matt said, and set the dog free. Slicker looked like a charging black monster as he streaked toward Connie. She screamed, clamping shut her eyes, waiting for teeth and claws to tear into her skin. A moment later, she was gasping, squirming as the dog's tongue lapped at her raw, wide-open cunt.
"Do your job good now, boy. Show that sexy lady what she's been missing." Matt sank down beside her to play with her tits.
Connie panted, grunting. She could hardly stand the dog's flapping wet tongue. With her legs spread so wide apart, she felt supersensitive, vulnerable.
"How's it feel, babe?"
"Oh Matt, call him off, I, I can't stand it!"
Matt pinched her nipple. "Relax."
Slicker growled, nibbling at her meaty cunt slabs, jabbing and grating them lightly with his teeth. Daggers of electricity shot into Connie's loins. She arched up, writhing, the tips of her toes prickling with sensation.
"Eat her, boy. Lick that juicy pussy! Tastes good, doesn't it?"
The dog made half-growling, half-crying noises, as if it were exclaiming about how luscious Connie's crotch tasted. He not only slurped up the cream trickling out of her cunt hole, but lapped up the juice that had run down the insides of her thighs. Then he returned to her cunt in earnest, his long tongue flapping nonstop up and down the furrow between her pussylips.
The tip of it got inside her and Connie squealed, unable to contain her excitement. The dog rammed his snout against her crotch, as if he were going to fuck her with it. His nostrils twitched, his hot breath flowing up her cunt, and Connie went into spasms.
"Ohhhhh Godddd!" She writhed, tossing her head on the grass, the itchy sensations swarming in her cunt like ants.
"Beautiful!" Matt said, stroking her tits. "Mmmmm, nothing's more exciting than a sexy woman coming."
The dog lapped at her cunt as the fuckjuices ran out. His teeth sank into her spasming cunt meat and Connie thought she was going to jump out of her skin. As her orgasm petered out, she felt her muscles relax and she slumped back, breathing heavily.
Suddenly the dog was on top of her. He mounted her the same way a man would, resting his paws on the grass alongside her shoulder, lowering his furry underside against her, humping his slippery red cock between her legs.
She gasped, squirming, frantic to get away. But she was helpless. She felt the hot dogprick slithering between her cuntlips like a snake and she thought she'd go out of her mind.
"Relax," Matt said. "You'll love it."
At that moment, Slicker found the entrance to her cunt and his slim dogcock slipped inside her. The dog put its nose in the air and let out a sharp howl. Then he began to lick her face, slobbering all over it as he humped between her legs, pistoning his cock in her wide-open pussy.
Connie continued to squirm, but it did no good. The dog maintained its mount. If anything, her squirming excited the beast even more. He panted, his fetid dog-breath asphyxiating her, his saliva seeping into her mouth. When she gagged, opening her mouth wide, the dog shoved its tongue down her throat.
She was helpless as the dog-tongue slurped at her tonsils, as he salivated straight down her gullet. His prick sizzled in her cunt, the friction of its pistoning sending hot needles into the walls of her lust-swollen cunthole. She gagged on the dog's tongue, her tits heaving, her cunt on fire and beginning to clutch like a fist at the dog's slippery prick.
"I wish I had my camera," Matt said. "This is so hot! Give it to her, boy, show her how good it feels."
The dog turned his paws toward her, bracing them against her sides at the level of her chest. His claws held fast, digging in. He rubbed his furry abdomen against her belly, never for a moment easing his relentless humping.
Connie moaned, her loins tightening, the fuck-sensation mounting in her cunt. The dogprick jabbed repeatedly at a sensitive spot inside her and she felt on the verge of an orgasm.
"Ooooh, fuck me!" she mumbled. "Fuck me, fuck me!"
She arched her back, thrusting her swollen tits hard against the hound's chest, wiggling her ass and churning her contracting cunt on the dog's sliding cock. Hot tingles began to well up in the pit of her asshole and cunt.
The dog let out a whimper and began to squirt jism inside her. His flanks shuddered. His prick flexed and quivered. Dog cum spurted into her like hot milk.
Connie groaned loudly and exploded, her cunt nearly chewing the hound's prick off. The dog howled, jerking on top of her as she writhed underneath him. Before her orgasm had wrung itself out, Slicker slipped his cock out of her and jumped off. He sniffed once at her cunt, then trotted away.
Connie was helpless to clutch at her cunt or to squeeze her legs together. She lay there half in ecstasy, half in agony as the last of her spasms clawed through her crotch.
Matt lowered himself on top of her. He shoved his cock into her raw pussyhole. He lay on her with his full weight, his prick buried to the hilt inside her and throbbing powerfully.
"Mmm, you feel so good under me, babe." After Slicker's skinny dogcock, Matt's cock felt like a baseball bat inside her. It stretched her tingling hot cuntmeat until she wanted to scream.
"Matt, Jesus, get off! I can't stand it!"
"Mmm, this feels so good!"
Connie chewed her lips to keep from screaming. Her fingers and toes clutched. She was going to lose her mind. Her nerves were being grated beyond what any woman could stand.
Matt had braced himself on his elbows and pumped his cock inside her, making it squish obscenely in her dog-jism greased cunthole. Her pussy clutched for dear life, dogcum running out and greasing Matt's nuts. If only she could wrap her arms and legs around the man! That would be some sort of relief.