Slave-like, Carol gave herself completely to the pleasure-bringing task, knowing the heavenly delight the other had to be reveling in as she fucked her fingers brutally up into the wet, clutching heat of Peggy's spasming cunt and anus! Gently she tongue-stroked the straining little bud in heir mouth, while her stiffened fingers continued to plunge in and out, in and out… and then she had to stop!
She raised her own head and cunt-smeared face to choke out a throaty, animalish cry. Her glazed eyes grew round and unseeing. "Oooohhhh! It's too much! I'm going wild…" but her voice choked into a strangled mixture of sob and ragged sigh, her head beginning to toss frantically up and down, her long, ash-blonde hair streaming as she began the first erotic contractions of a violent orgasm! Wildly, she skewered her undulating buttocks back onto Sultan's long thick cock in sluttish frenzy!
The first seizure struck her with all the force of a lightning bolt and she slammed her naked ass-cheeks back hard onto the deep-thrust red animal-cock with a desperate lunge. Simultaneously, Sultan fucked forward with a deep growl, his massive animal hardness beginning to spew its scalding dog-sperm deep up into her madly churning belly in long hard spurts!
"Oh God oh God I'm cum… c-cummmmmiinnnggggg!" Carol whimpered, her jerking buttocks beginning to contract convulsively to the eruption exploding like a boiling geyser in her soft white belly and loins! She threw her head from side to side in the ecstasy of her release… at last gaping at the mirror to see the combination of human-animal cum oozing whitely from her clenching cuntal mouth still milking hungrily at her beautiful German shepherd's slowly deflating cock. Thin rivulets of their sticky white fluids ran hotly down her smooth inner-thighs… and when she could no longer watch, she pitched forward on her breasts, her face nestling against Peggy White's cum-flooded loins as a sigh of ultimate pleasure slowly escaped her lips…
CHAPTER FIVE
Sunshine brightened her bedroom. Carol opened her eyes to it, looking vacantly around until she saw Sultan's big, stretched-out form on the floor beside her. As always, his presence gave her a warm, protected feeling, but then as she lay there open-eyed for a short moment, an unpleasantness began to spread through her.
Her head throbbed. She remembered it was Saturday… and then, she began to recall much more. Abruptly, the blonde-haired girl sat nakedly upright in her bed and glanced over at the empty space beside her. The indentation in the pillow was evidence enough if she still needed it! Peg had been there… there was even a strand of dark brown hair clinging to the pillow slip!
The whole shameful picture came flooding back in waves of shocking mental scenes, like something out of a pornographic book, her resisting brain rejecting each and every sequence at first, then reluctantly admitting to their individual truths as she began to vividly remember. But in final hope for escape, the naked girl kicked back the sheet and looked down between her spread thighs at the cum-soaked blonde curls tightly sprinkling her young loins. With discerning fingers, Carol began to examine, immediately detecting the bruised soreness of her fleshy vaginal lips, and then the more intense irritation of her sensitive vagina! God, he had! He had done it to her! She'd let Sultan fuck her…
Her own dog!
In itself, the knowledge that she'd allowed her beautiful pet to make love to her played a very unimportant part in the guilt Carol Dorsett felt as she came from the bath after showering for a full thirty-minutes. It was the realization that all of her other mentally recalled scenes were just as true… those forbidden acts with Peggy, and they had been utterly obscene… it was those shockingly lewd memories that were tearing at her self-appalled mind!
She'd been drunk… not to blame! Peg had taken lustful advantage of her! She was a lesbian, of course, and knew how to seduce a normal girl under the influence of liquor! She, herself, had been the perfect dupe, passionate and hungering for sexual love… what else?
God, she could never face that girl again… not after what she'd done… licking her cunt and sticking her finger up Peggy's anus… actually sucking her clitoris when the older girl was cumming! Not that the act itself was so bad… but the way Peggy had lured her into it when she was drunk…!
Carol brushed feverishly at her long blonde hair as the lurid scenes unfolded graphically now again and again in her self-deploring mind, the tight little tangles in her silken tresses almost as difficult for her to eliminate as the unwanted knowledge of her unnatural acts with Peggy. Beside her lay Sultan, looking up with innocent eyes, waiting for just a word of love.
"Oh darling, Carol isn't angry with you!" she said, hunching down to stroke his massive head, her tight green shorts pulling too snugly against the sensitive soreness up between her thighs. She straightened up and slipped on a loose, over-blouse. In a way, she was sorry now that she'd asked Mark Cannon for dinner… but how could she have known that this was ever going to happen?
Sultan rose to his feet and lovingly brushed against her. The feel of his heavy body rubbing hotly along her thigh made her remember again. God, what a breathtaking experience her darling had been! Even with all the rest…! Peggy had been right!
"Come on, baby? Let's go get some breakfast," she smiled down at him, the aspirin she'd gulped beginning to soothe the ache in her head. "Jonny used to say that nothing is as bad as it's painted… and maybe, it isn't. Come on, darling, let's cook up a bushel of eggs and bacon…"
Mark Cannon sipped at his third cup of coffee. He always enjoyed one before breakfast, one during, and then any number after. He smoked a cigarette and stared toward where he knew the window was. He was still not convinced that he ought to use her. She could be vulnerable as hell, especially against the likes of the people he wanted. But… but where did his loyalty lie? What did he know about her? Supposing she was just another neighborhood hooker with a more refined approach? Maybe she was hung-up, too. These bitches had habits they'd kill for. He ought to know that! Yeah… you ought to know that, Mr. Cannon! You've got no eyes, remember? And it was just one such darling little bitch who had thrown the acid that destroyed them!
Mark sighed and drew at his cigarette. He hadn't slept worth a damn, his brain working overtime trying desperately to form an image of what Carol Dorsett looked like. He knew she was tall from where her voice had sounded when she walked beside him. He doubted that she was heavy because of her light footfalls and smooth, measured step. But such things as facial features, body contours, short or long-hair, blonde, brunette, redhead, or… or bald, dammit to hell… those were the things that drove him damned near mad!
A man didn't forget what female beauty was like in three years, especially such a lusty bird-watcher as he'd been. Christ, if he'd ever known that this affliction had been headed his way he would have stocked in a mental library of female pulchritude! To look at a beautiful face again, heavy young breasts, the rounded curves of touchable hips and buttocks, a well-turned calf and trim ankles… God, what he wouldn't give! He shook his head in the inner anguish eating at him.
Nancy had been a beautiful girl, Mark remembered, not wanting to but unable to help himself. A man denied sex as long as he had been was apt to think of the young, curvaceous wife he had enjoyed it with so much. Oh, there were plenty of whores around he could have for the going price, cheap enough too in the crummy neighborhood, some of them mighty cute little bitches, he'd wager, but his years in the department, to say nothing of the teenage hooker who had blinded him, had left him cold and bitter toward them. Their callused commodity destroyed any beauty they might possess… and like everything else, a man could learn to live without it… up until the point where a sultry voice like Carol Dorsett's made all his red corpuscles stand up and nudge each other. Dammit!