CHAPTER SIX
Greg woke up in the middle of the night. He wasn't sure what had disturbed him, but when he realized a dim light was still burning in the room he rolled carefully over onto his back. Wanda wasn't in bed with him. Frowning groggily, he was about to call the woman's name when an inhuman wail split the silence. The prospector sat bolt upright in bed.
For a moment Greg doubted whether he was really awake. What he saw was more depraved than anything he had ever encountered in real life. "Holy shit, Wanda! What's going on!"
The redhead, kneeling naked on the rug, struggled to deal with two simultaneous shocks. First, the intense pleasure of the dog's thick filling cock that had just now found the opening to her greedy twat. Second, the terrifying realization that her unintended scream had awakened Greg. She had no idea what the big man's reaction would be, but at one extreme of possibility, it could be very unpleasant for her.
Halfheartedly, she tried to wriggle free of the dog's lewd embrace. The gesture only encouraged the beast to establish a deep urgent screwing rhythm into her wide-open cunt. She groaned and looked up at the astonished man. She wanted this fucking so badly. If only Greg would let her fuck the big animal in peace.
"I got so horny, Greg, and you were sound asleep! Nugget seemed to know what I wanted, so…"
Greg's head was growing clearer. "Are you trying to tell me this is your first time? I don't buy it, baby. Before, it didn't make any sense to me that you'd keep a dog in your hotel room, just to be a good neighbor. But now I understand it all. You're hooked on old Nugget's screwing!" Even as he spoke the words, they made sense – and they didn't make sense. Greg had always known Wanda was a hot and hungry cunt. But he had never imagined she would go this far. It was unreal!
But there was nothing unreal about that long, red dog-cock stroking rhythmically in and out of Wanda's pussy. When she saw that Greg wasn't going to make any immediate move, the redhead timidly undulated her ass back against Nugget's loins. She was entertaining a vague hope that Greg might enjoy watching her with the dog as much as Jim did. Then maybe he would screw her too – something Jim never did.
Her cunt tingling with forbidden excitement, the redhead gyrated her shapely buttocks more and more wantonly. She could feel the stiff unyielding scepter of the dog's cock penetrating deep into her aroused cunt. Ever since she and Greg had fucked while they watched Ellie and Hank, Wanda had lain awake, craving more filling prick. When it became obvious that Greg wasn't about to wake up, she decided to risk screwing the dog with him in the room.
The big man, now fully awake, watched dumbstruck as the woman became more and more aroused by the dog's ardent fucking. Greg still wasn't sure how to react. For a moment, he had felt overwhelming anger – that the cunt he so loved to fuck was now brimful of dog-prick. But the anger hadn't stayed with him. After all, what was Wanda to him but a weekly roll in the sack, a good one at that? What did it matter to him what she did in her spare time?
Slowly but surely, Greg's prick registered his reaction for him. Like the mercury in a thermometer, it rose steadily with the man's mounting heat. Soon he had a hard-swollen cock protruding from his loins. He stroked his prick lightly as he let himself turn on to the depraved scene before him. He had never had a chance to see a woman screw a dog before. May as well sit back and enjoy it.
Wanda was delighted with the man's response. Exactly as she had hoped, Greg had become aroused by the lurid vision of her naked body kneeling helplessly, taking the ruthless pummeling of a swollen dog-cock. Reassured now that he wasn't going to attack her or interfere with her fun, she began to strive to put on a good show for him. The exhibitionist in Wanda loved to perform. "Oooooohhh… God, it's good!"
Greg watched the naked lust in the woman's face as she grunted out her lewd words. Her tongue protruded from her mouth, lolling ecstatically, like that of a bitch in heat. To fully enjoy the obscene fantasy of being fucked by a dog, Wanda had unearthed her baser nature. She was like an animal herself, squatting on all fours, howling for more of the savage, relentless pummeling.
He looked at the dog's pointed red cock-shaft. It looked hard and unyielding as iron as it reamed her vulnerable pink pussy-lips. Greg felt somewhat in awe of the lusty woman who could take that kind of battering with no apparent anxiety about her own safety. He imagined by this time Wanda's pleasure had totally taken over her pain anyway. Even if the dog did hurt her sensitive pussy, she wouldn't feel anything but pleasure.
"You like getting screwed by a dog, do you, bitch!" He spat out his words. His excitement told, he knew, in his voice. The idea of further debasing her with lewd commentary made his balls flinch with arousal. He thought of getting her to suck his cock while she screwed the dog, but he held off. There was something else he had in store for Wanda.
"Oh, Greg!" She tried to find his face through eyes hazed over with excitement and drink. "I don't know what it is. His cock is so hard, and it never quits, never slows down! It really does something to me! Uuuuuhhhh! My pussy's burning up, Greg!"
"I know what it is, baby! You're a pervert! And a bitch too! A real one! The kind that likes to feel dog-cock in her pussy!"
He could see she flinched a little under that one. But she was too aroused to worry about it for long. Her ass continued to slam back against the dog's hairy loins as enthusiastically as ever. Her heavy tits bounced with every resounding collision. Her eyes roamed unseeing around the room, obviously aware of nothing but the tormenting pleasure that boiled inside.
While he watched the frenzied coupling between woman and beast, Greg slowly removed his clothes. He wanted to be all ready when his turn came. He worked better with no clothes to get in the way. To his surprise, he realized Wanda was looking at him and licking her lips – inviting him to stick his hard cock in her mouth. "Greedy cunt, aren't you, Wanda? One isn't enough for you. Don't worry, baby – you'll get everything you want soon enough! Right now, you just enjoy old Nugget's prick. He's doing you good, whore!"
Even the debasing words Greg was hurling at her added to Wanda's uninhibited arousal. She didn't care what she was, whore, bitch, cunt. She had what she wanted, and that was all that mattered. She was getting a delicious bellyful of hard filling cock! And if Greg's promise was good, she'd be getting even more when Nugget was done.
Anticipating yet a third screwing, Wanda writhed like a woman possessed before the hard-working animal. Again, again, again, her shapely buttocks challenged Nugget's turgid prick. At last it was too much for the aroused beast.
"Oh God, Greg! He's cumming in me! Nugget's filling me up! Oh shit, it's making me cummmmm!" Thrilled by the thought of the erotic spectacle she was presenting for the man, Wanda rode out her orgasm with feverish abandon. Her body twisted and gyrated as though it were made of Silly Putty. Then she shuddered and collapsed onto her face.
She lay still, relishing the aftermath of spent passion.
Greg lost no time in moving into action. As soon as the dog had retreated from the sprawled woman, he knelt in between her thighs and fondled the lush curves of her ass and hips. His cock was pounding with excitement inspired by her orgasm.
"That was really something, Wanda. Your pussy must feel good, eh, baby?" As he spoke he ran his fingers over the cum-soaked slit of her snatch. He drove two up into the clenching hole and smiled to feel her shudder with pleasure. Withdrawing the fingers from her cunt, he prodded one against the tiny pucker of her anus. With the help of the ample lubrication in her pussy, the finger slipped easily up into her rectum.
"Uuuuuhhh!" Unconsciously, she screwed her ass back to welcome the lewd impalement. When Greg began to stroke the finger in and out of her ass, she moaned out her delight in one long low wail.