"Oh, please, don't let him do it to me. It's wrong… wrong." She tried to struggle away still full of fear, but not wanting to miss the expected lewd show, Sylvia wrapped her arms tightly around the young blonde's hips and thighs so that she couldn't move.
"Oh, for Christ's sake," Sylvia said in exasperation. "Can't you ever tell when you have it made?" Looking up along the dog's belly she could see that already his penis was sliding out of its hairy sheath in all its glistening scarlet power, growing larger and redder with each passing second. A moment later the eager animal had mounted his mistress' shaking back, and Sylvia freed one of her anus to reach back to take the swollen organ between her fingers, thrilling to the familiar hot slippery feel, the same as she had experienced the very first time she had guided it into her own eagerly waiting cunt.
"Okay, Hans, fuck Angela just like you fuck me!" Needing very little encouragement, the excited animal danced in closer, locking his strong forelegs tightly around his mistress' slender waist while Sylvia gasped in delight below as she saw the huge animal-cock poised directly over her face, its beveled tip only half an inch from her young neighbor's gaping pussy mouth.
"Oh, please, don't let him do it to me," the frightened Angela moaned, trying to shift her hips away from the hot unnatural probe. Trembling, she tried to look back down between her legs to see what was happening, but all she could see were the twin mounds of Sylvia's passion-swollen breasts. Then she felt the first hot searing contact of the massive spear that would soon impale her, and all her fears suddenly washed away in a flood of lewd desire. Yes, now she knew it, she knew it! Everything before had only been childish games, but all along, secretly she had wanted Hans to fuck her! Now was the time and she couldn't be afraid any more. It was out of her hands. "Oh yes, yes, I want it. Fuck me, Hans, fuck me!" The panting girl raised her buttocks as high as possible, spreading her legs at the same time to open her suddenly hungry cunt.
It wasn't a moment too soon. Feeling his needle-tipped cock catch at the opening to Angela's gaping pussy, Hans instinctively rammed forward, burying his dripping cudgel in one slithering rush far up into the kneeling girl's hot little cunt. Animal style, he never gave the girl a chance to become accustomed to his huge presence, but began a fierce pumping of his powerful loins, thrusting his cock mercilessly again and again into the soft flesh before him.
"Uuuuhhh," Angela grunted in stunned surprise. Never before in her whole life had she been so filled. It felt for a moment as if something would have to tear open inside her to make room for that massive invading cock, but the blonde's wife's vaginal muscles soon became used to the jack-hammer fast intrusions into her lust-filled cuntal depths. Wantonly her sleek buttocks set up an answering rocking motion to meet the fiery challenge. It began to feel good, better than anything the adventurous wife had ever experienced before. She barely had the presence of mind to once again bury her face between her neighbor's thighs, realizing that she had a duty to perform there.
Below her, Sylvia gratefully felt her blonde neighbor return to the avid sucking of her tingling pussy, as she herself stared wide-eyed all the while at the giant scarlet dog-cock flashing in and out of her younger woman's juicy cunt, pulling tiny tendrils of moist pink pussy-flesh out with it on the pullback and ramming them far back up inside as the big animal crashed his hips forward stroke after stroke. Opening wider and wider, Angela's vagina voraciously tried to swallow every inch of that mighty shaft, right down to the hairy balls that slapped with machine-like regularity against her tenderly swollen clitoris.
All three of the lewdly coupled trio would have quickly come to climax, but suddenly a mighty roar echoed through the room.
"My… God… Angela, what…"
All three of the sinners on the floor turned as one toward the disturbance, frozen in shock. Neither said a word until Angela, twisting her head as far back as she could, was finally able to make out the identity of the intruder.
"Oh God," she shrieked, "It's Jack!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
Since work was a little slow that day, all the men in Jack's department had been let go home a little early. Driving straight home, the young husband was both surprised and disappointed to find that his wife wasn't home, nor was the new dog. For some reason he felt like a little companionship rather than sitting around an empty house. It didn't take him long to figure that Angela must be down the road visiting Sylvia, because that was the only neighbor within easy walking distance and Angela didn't have a car.
Deciding to set out in search of his straying wife, the unexpected arrival set off toward their only neighbor's house, aware in the back of his mind that he secretly hoped Sylvia was alone. For a long time he had been filled with lustful thoughts every time he saw the beautiful young brunette. Yes, she was some woman, he mused, maybe just the thing he needed to take his mind off his seemingly insurmountable troubles with his wife. He wondered what Sylvia Bennett would look like naked.
There didn't seem to be anyone home when Jack got to Sylvia's house, but the back gate was partly open so he went in, heading towards the sliding glass doors. Before he could even call out he was aware of strange sounds from within the house, alarming sounds, almost like someone struggling. A particularly loud sobbing groan filled the young man with the direct impression that a woman was being murdered within. Without stopping to think, Jack heroically rushed forward, pushing through the drapes inside, and then stopped dead in his tracks, stunned by the obscene spectacle before his staring eyes.
It didn't take him long to realize there were two women obviously locked in a lesbian embrace, or that a huge German shepherd was busily fucking one of them from behind, but after a second look the shocked husband came to a sudden sickening realization.
One woman was his wife, the dog was Hans!
His instinctive roar of horror and rage had immediate effects on the trio before him. After Angela's scream of horrified recognition, Hans was the first to react. Sensing instinctively that he was in a lot of trouble, the big dog for the first time in his life deserted a pair of buttocks in mid-fuck, backing away hurriedly, his penis shrinking quickly back up out of harm's way, then he dodged behind the nearest piece of furniture, trying to make himself as small as possible. Angela scrambled quickly to her feet and looked around frantically for her dressing gown.
"You stay right there!" Jack commanded and the young wife froze, sensing from the sound of her husband's voice that he meant everything he said. "What the hell is that?" Jack spluttered. "Is this how you wile away your days while I'm at work? Christ, I can't believe anyone could sink so low. And with a dog, yet." Jack's face wrinkled in disgust. He glanced down at the cringing animal once and then back up at his petrified wife. "Well, wife dear, I'm going to go to that mutt what I'd do to any man I found you with. I'm going home to get my gun and blow that sneaking animal's head off."
"Oh no you won't, big boy," another voice rang out. Surprised, Jack turned around to see that Sylvia had gotten to her feet unnoticed while all his attention was turned toward the incestuous members of his immediate family. "You touch one hair on that animal's head and I'll have your worthless balls with a nail file, if it takes me the rest of my life," Sylvia snarled, marching right up to the surprised young man to thrust her face close to his. Jack was about to make some violent rejoinder when he became suddenly aware that he was standing only inches from a remarkably beautiful naked woman, and just a few minutes before he had wondered how she would look naked. Now he knew. Fantastic!
Seeing all the hostility drain from her male adversary's face as his eyes glued themselves to her breasts, now brushing the front of his shirt, Sylvia decided this was the time to press her advantage if an ugly scene was to be avoided. "So, big boy," she said, letting her voice become a little softer. "You complain about what your wife does for kicks on her own time without ever stopping to think whether or not she might have those kicks coming to her. You sure you do your level best at home to keep her from having to go out and find entertainment of her own?"