"He's ready, Ringo's ready!" Samuels was beside himself with fiery lust now, his hand beating his cock until it seemed to be a blur of motion, standing over the girl and the dog like some evil and perverted film director shouting arrangements for a new scene. "Reach back and take his cock in your hand, Mrs. Reagan! Put it into your cunt! Put my dog's prick in your pussy, Mrs. Reagan! Help him fuck you, put it in, put it in!"
Sally's hips rotated in mad anticipation and her mind told her it was her husband, not a dog her husband, not a dog. She reached back to grasp the slippery organ pressing against the back of her thigh, its redness contrasting almost ludicrously with her soft pink cunt lips. It slipped from her fingers, but she grasped it again, guiding the huge penis into her soft, hair-fringed slit, spreading the opening wider and wider until it seemed as if she would surely split apart. The animal bucked wildly, driving his immense cudgel deep into the young wife's squirming pussy, slammed home; its monstrous balls bounced against her defenseless pubic mound as she lunged backward reflexively to meet the panting dog's forward thrusts. Her face was contorted mindlessly now, and she buffeted back against the invading prick, thinking it was her husband's cock, Jack fucking her, as the monstrous animal drove its crimson penis faster and faster, deeper and deeper, into her moist, quivering vagina.
Got to fuck her face, now, right now, while Ringo is fucking her cunt with his big dog cock! the depraved postal clerk thought. Got to shove my prick into that soft, tender mouth of hers and fill it up with cum, choke her with my cum!
Feverishly, Samuels lay supine on the threadbare rug, twisting his body so that his loins were beneath the bobbing, jerking head of the young woman. He held his cock up to her, like some obscene offering of wonderment while Ringo, the German Shepherd, continued to thrust his great red cock deep into her cunt.
"Suck me!" he screeched. "Suck my cock, Mrs. Reagan! Take it in your mouth! Hurry, do it now!"
The young housewife obeyed, screwing her hips back hard on the thundering penis of the great dog mounted upon her, filled with uncontrollable lust and total subjugation. Her sweet, softly warm lips opened over the naked loins of the wizened civil servant, her tongue slipping forward between them so that it was poised less than an inch over the throbbing penile head. One hand came up to grasp his huge, swollen cock tightly, and then her head moved slowly downward, boring teasingly at the dilated opening. Samuels sucked in his breath at the electrifying contact, and he groaned aloud as the young wife opened her mouth wide and enclosed the whole of his smooth, fleshy cock with her hot, damp interior cheeks. Her mouth tightened, and her tongue began to swirl around the crown like some fantastic dervish; he raised his loins high, twisting his body so that he was lying almost parallel with her, his face near her churning hips and his eyes glaring feverishly up at the jerking German Shepherd's cock buried far up into the voraciously clasping channel of the insensate woman.
Goddamn, Goddamn, Goddamn! his warped brain howled as he watched the firm, resilient breasts of the young wife dance tightly beneath her writhing body as the huge dog drove his flailing hot cudgel deep into her cunt. Fuck her good, Ringo boy, fuck her good! Fuck her. Fuck her, oh, Jesus, I'm going to cum any second now her mouth is like warm honey around my cock and I'm fucking her face like I like to do to all these hot young bitches… oooooohhhhhhh!
Young Sally Reagan was now reduced to little more than a quivering mass of flesh between the pounding onslaught of the dog's cock in her pussy, the heaving girth of the sweating postal clerk's prick shoved deep between her ovaled lips. Her torso whipped madly from side to side and she rammed her buttocks with abandoned frenzy back against the animal, her mouth working voraciously over and around the palpitating cock of the toady man who bucked his loins into her face, licking and sucking his prick as if it were Jack's, her husband's, as if she were trying to please the man she loved…
And then, without advance warning, the panting, thrusting German Shepherd began to spew hot fire-torrents of sticky white animal cum from its flame-red cock, leaping like molten drops of lava into the very core of her body. Thick sperm oozed from her cunt as it clasped the jerking prick of the dog, began to trail down along the backs of her thighs.
Samuels saw the animal sperm erupting around Ringo's prick, and the sight triggered his own tremendous orgasm. He screamed high and loud, his eyes rolling in their sockets, bucking and heaving his buttocks upward to drive the full length of his huge penis into the mouth of young Sally Reagan, filling it, threatening to strangle her. Then his balls erupted their great buildup of semen, sent jets of white fire shooting the full length of his spasming prick to flow deep against the larynx of the wildly convulsed young wife, filling her mouth to overflowing so that his cum poured out around his cock locked tightly in her lips to flow down her chin as Ringo's cum was flowing down her thighs. She swallowed spasmodically to keep from choking, her lips and tongue nuzzling and licking the jerking cock of the wizened government employee, swallowing as much of his semen as she could as his testicles seemed to empty forth a never-ending stream of the bittersweet liquid.
Then, at last, it was over for the completely enslaved wife. She felt the dog's huge prick slid from her quivering passage to retreat back into its furry crevice, felt the cold snout nuzzle her as if in compliment and then retreat. And, too she felt the now-deflated cock of Steve Samuels slide from between her semen-glistening lips with a soft, gentle plopping sound. She collapsed forward in that moment, falling across Samuels' naked thighs, uncaring of that which pillowed her body, thinking in her drug-hazed mind, It's over now, it's over, Jack has cum, both Jacks have cum in my pussy and my mouth and it's over…
But it was not over, not by any stretch of the imagination. Young Sally Reagan had only begun to participate in an evening of such lewd carnality that it would leave her almost witless at its end. For Steve Samuels, with remarkable regenerative powers, had his huge, swollen cock half-hard again even as she lay exhausted over his legs and the dog, Ringo, was sniffing once again at her still throbbing cuntal region.
"Suck me again, Mrs. Reagan," commanded the civil servant. "Suck me to full hardness. I want to fuck your cunt next, fuck your cunt like Ringo just did. Come on, Mrs. Reagan, suck me some more with your soft, soft little mouth."
And Sally obeyed, mouthing Samuels erect again, so that he could fuck her — submitting to other, incredible injustices involving the perverted clerk and his insatiable German Shepherd on and on into the night, on and on and on…
And then, at last, Samuels allowed her to dress and called her a taxi. When it arrived, he led her child-like form to the door, reveling in the knowledge that he had made her this slavish zombie with his great cock and his huge dog. "Go home to your husband, now, you little slut!" he taunted. "You're nothing but a little whore, and you deserve that pimp of a husband of yours. Serves you right, serves you both right, for filling our mails with your lewd pornographic pictures!"
He cackled obscenely as she half-ran, half-stumbled down to the waiting taxi. He watched her practically fall inside, watched the cab speed away, and he thought: I did everything to her tonight that I wanted to do — except fuck her in the asshole. But that's all right, because I'm saving that exciting little game for someone else, for someone much more exciting than this little Reagan bitch.