How beautiful she was. Inside, I mean. She was instantly concerned, jumped up and came to me. Put her arms around me. I told her what had happened. She smiled.
“Sweetheart, don’t worry about it. No, she probably didn’t plan it the way it worked out. She was caught in it just as you were. But it doesn’t matter, Darling. I told you you would have her. She is yours. Oh, she probably told herself she was just trying to solve your ’problem,’ but underneath her motives were quite different. She wanted your hands on her-for you to see her body. She may be upset, but not with you. And it will pass. And you will have her. Under you. Just like you want her.”
Something in me said: “I… do… want… to… fuck her!”
She kissed me. “I promise you you shall… and now I have your surprise. Are you ready?” Her eyes danced. I nodded eagerly.
I don’t know what I expected. It wasn’t what I got. I sat down on the bed while she locked the door. Then she whistled softly. Immediately, from the other side of the bed, a form rose and walked to her. It was Gustav, her doberman.
“Just watch, lover,” she answered my amazed glance. “What you are going to see is very exciting!” Puzzled, I sat back and waited.
But nothing very startling happened, at least at first. She merely patted and stroked the dog’s head. Her fingers caressed his jaw, his ears, his neck. Then she ordered him to lie down. She continued petting him, running her fingers through the short hair on his back. She told him to roll over and play dead. She started on his stomach.
Then I began to understand. She was caressing his stomach closer and closer to the cock. She placed her fingers on each side of it and stroked. Gustav opened his eyes, then closed them. He whimpered. She was stroking directly on his cock.
Back and forth with her fingers. She put her hand around the “fore skin” and jacked him off. Back and forth. At the end a tip of red appeared. Then more. And more. Growing and growing, the red thing getting bigger and bigger. She kept wetting her fingers in her mouth and stroking the red part.
She was squatting beside the dog. Gustav grew more and more excited. His mouth hung open. As she jacked his cock he twisted toward her and, raising his nose, began licking her knees. Gunilla leaned toward him, shifting her weight to the balls of her feet. Her knees spread. The dog licked more and more. Her legs parted more. She moved her feet and edged toward him. He growled and explored deeper between her legs with his nose. Gunilla’s hand moved faster on his cock, and, quickly shifting hands, she moved faster, and still faster. Gustav’s body was trembling with eagerness. He probed his nose deep and licked and licked at her thighs which opened and closed caressing his head.
Gunilla was facing me, her legs wide. I could see she wore no pants. The golden crown of her cunt was just visible in the darkness. Every few seconds she glanced at me. When she caught me trying to see, she sat down and spread her legs full. Light from the window fell on her. I could see the cunt perfectly: the great mass of blond hair darkening to the slit. And the dog at her, licking her magnificent thighs.
“Here, Gustav,” she called softly, “come in here, boy, and lick me. Lick me, Gustav! See, I’m loving your big red cock for you, so lap me, lick my cunt for me, Gustav! Do you like it, darling? Lick me, lick me, Gustav!”
The dog squirmed towards her, sniffing at her cunt. Then his long tongue was out and at her. He licked in long strokes covering her loins from her ass over her hole to her clitoris. Gunilla moaned and looked at me.
“His tongue is so long, sweetheart. So good. I love you, Lars, but I wish your tongue was as long as Gustav’s.” I was very excited, too excited to care. I watched in fascination as she moaned under the dog’s attentions. Then suddenly she rolled away and ran for the bed. Gustav was after her with a puzzled growl. She sat beside me on the bed, her legs open. Immediately the dog was at her again, thrusting his nose under her skirt and licking, licking at her cunt.
“I thought you might want a closer look. Do you like it, sweetheart, do you like to watch? Like to see my doggy lick me? See my doggy eat my cunt for me?” Her face was a mass of passion. Excitement. I had been bothered at first but now the excitement possessed me. I nodded, watching him lick her.
She moaned and fumbled at her side, opening something. Drawing back her legs she slid the skirt off onto the dog. He backed away a step, shook loose, and returned to her naked body.
Gunilla thrust her loins at him and took off her blouse. She wore no brassiere. Nothing. The dog was licking furiously at her legs, her cunt. She seized his nose and rubbed it on her clitoris while he licked at the cuntjuice in her hole. She was wild, lifting her cunt more and more to him. Gustav barked and lapped in a frenzy. She lost her balance on the edge of the bed and fell stark naked to the floor.
Gustav was barking and whining with excitement. He was all over her licking, licking.
“Gustav, Gustav, my tits, here.” She pushed her breasts up at him and pulled his mouth to her tit. I saw the huge nipple swelling, hard. The dog’s mouth opened, his long tongue lap wildly over it. Gustav licked her all over-down her sides, her stomach, her legs, making her twist and roll on the floor from the excitement, the sensation. I was terribly aroused. There was something about the sight, the idea of this animal licking her that was maddening.
Gunilla tried to get to the bed. Gustav leapt on her from behind, mounting her, so she sprawled beside me, half on the bed half off. And he had his cock in her. He was fucking her! She screamed and moaned in ecstasy. She screamed at me: “Lars, Lars! My tits, Lars! Feel them, suck them. Please…”
I grabbed the tit nearest me and felt its weight. I played my fingers over it pummeling it lightly. Squeezed it. Stroked it. Spit on my palm and massaged the nipple. I burrowed under her. She lifted herself a little on her arms to help. I nuzzled to her clitoris. Gustav’s cock was going in and out of her hole in front of my eyes. I licked everything I could reach, trying to alternate with him.
Then I felt her hand at my pants. She pulled out my cock. She licked it copiously as the dog was licking her, took it into her mouth, and began to suck me with abandon. I got both hands on her tits and squeezed.
Gustav’s breathing was deep in his throat, coming out in a whining growl and getting louder. Gunilla moaned louder. She raised her head, saying over and over in a high pitched little sing song: “Suck me fuck me suck me fuck me!” She was wild. “Gustav, FUCK ME! Lars, SUCK ME! God, I’m coming… Lars, Gustav! I’m coming… oh, fuck me, suck me, i’m coming!” I pushed her head back to my cock.
The dog was humping feverishly at her, barking and yowling. She sucked hysterically as she came again and again. I came into that fleshy sucking and fell back on the bed, moaning. Gunilla, unconscious, kept sucking me, licking and sucking. The dog tapered off and dropped to the floor.
But the wantonness refused to ebb. As I lay in the sudden silence with only the sound of panting, it kept growing. Then I heard the vacuum cleaner outside. Annie!
“Gunilla, Annie’s out there. Throw your clothes over you. I’ll get her, and we’ll put the dog on her.” Gunilla grinned sleepily, pulling her skirt and jacket half over her.
“An orgy, Lars? An orgy with the dog? Marvelous!” I glanced at the window. It was late but not yet time for dinner. There was time. I went out to Annie.
Her eyes got huge when she saw me. She was confused. Her lips parted. I liked Annie. Her eyes so blue and wide. So adoring when she looked at me. I went to her and kissed her. Her lips were soft and melted against mine. Her mouth opened. I let my tongue glide into her. I looked into her eyes -kept my eyes open. She closed hers after a moment and leaned against me trembling.
“Annie,” I said drawing away my mouth, “come in here with me.” I drew her toward the door.
“But that is Miss Gunilla’s room.”