Suddenly, Annette wound her fingers in Madeleine's long hair and drew her face downward into her opened, damp crotch, holding her gently until she felt the girl's hot, wet tongue begin to lick the moist, pink flesh… the roundness of her lips sucking wildly at her clitoris… the length of her tongue darting up into her vagina, slashing, swirling, probing… and she felt the hot breaths coming in tight gasps against her pink, sensitive flesh as Madeleine rotated her buttocks furiously, grinding them back against the animal like a hungry bitch in heat.
The erotic lewd sight had become more than Annette could endure; she couldn't hold back the climax that was about to erupt inside her from the voracious mouthing of her cunt that Madeleine was administering. She tossed back her head and wailed deeply as the needle-like pressure in her loins and belly peaked to send waves of rapacious erotic pleasure soaring through her, causing her legs to jerk out spasmodically on either side of Madeleine's golden head cradled face-first in the crotch of her wide-spread legs.
And suddenly, did Madeleine, too, lift her head and cried out a gurgling sound from deep in her chest. Her glazed dark eyes grew large and round as she whimpered: "Mon Dieu… It's beautiful! Oh God… fuck me! Fuck me, you magnificent animal…! Oh… Oooohhhh…!" and her voice died in a strangled mixture of sob and sigh, her head twisting from side to side, her long blonde hair flailing wildly as she began the first spasms of orgasms, screwing her buttocks back onto the thick, driving, animal cock with desperate fury.
Annette watched in the mirror as Launcelot's tongue hung loosely from the side of his great open jaws, panting and dripping its saliva on the smooth white flesh of Madeleine's voluptuous, arched back while he fucked into the wide-spread crevice between her wildly undulating buttocks from behind with savage animal frenzy. Then, Madeleine shrieked and slammed her ass back against the dog with a frantic jerk as simultaneously he thrust forward and his prick began to spew his animal sperm deep up into her belly with long hard spurts. Again, she screamed, and her buttocks began to contract convulsively while Annette watched the mirror lustfully to see the thick, white combination of animal-human orgasmic liquid ooze from her tight cunt that was still clasping and milking Launcelot's long, heavy prick, and thin rivulets of the sticky fluid trickled down the smooth white columns of her inner thighs… until at last, she collapsed, her head falling back to the soft cradle of Annette's crotch, her cheek nestled against the swollen down covered mound of her moist pussy, a long sigh of release escaping her.
Annette ran her hand through the entangled mass of silken, blonde tinted hair and smiled down at her. She started to speak, but never finished. Instead, Shannon, whom neither had heard enter the house, said from the doorway: "Is this a private fucking party… or can anyone join in?"
CHAPTER NINE
At first, when he'd found the open door to the room where he'd imprisoned the dog and the animal gone, Shannon had experienced a cold emptiness at the pit of his stomach. What the hell had happened? Madeleine would never have let the damned brute out, but Annette would… if she'd gotten the chance… and in order to have obtained that she would've had to put Madeleine out of commission…
He'd ran through the house and taken the stairs three at a time, only to come up short in the open doorway of the bedroom where he'd ordered the girls to stay. Christ! They were there all right, dog and all, so Godamned involved in a three-way orgy that they hadn't even heard him come pounding up the stairs. Even Launcelot's normal protective instincts had evidently been so overshadowed by his ruttish heat that he'd failed to detect the newcomer's presence.
Shannon could only gape in amazement at the unbelievably licentious sight. Both girls were completely naked: Annette sprawled on her back with her cream-white thighs yawning wide while Madeleine, with her beautiful round ass thrust high in the air, lay with her face nuzzled tightly in their prisoner's wet, down-covered genitals, her tongue licking furiously at Annette's pink, open cunt, and mounted behind Madeleine with his forepaws clutching at her waist and hips, his near-foot of thick scarlet animal prick jack-hammering between her quivering, upthrust buttocks, sinking its full length into the coral, velvety flesh of her moist hair-fringed cunt, was the Godamned Great Dane, fucking his heart out.
In his eventful and too often wicked lifetime, Shannon had never witnessed a more obscene sight that he could recall, nor had his cock ever leaped into hardness any quicker than it had right at that moment. He was damned near overcome with immediate lust and he clutched at his swollen member inside his trousers as Madeleine emitted a loud moan and began to chant and wail, her head raising to toss wildly from side to side while her soft sensuous body jerked and convulsed on the thick and squirting animal cock that was ramming and shooting its load like a fire hose up into her soft white belly. It was at the precise moment that she fell forward burying her face once more in Annette's crotch that he reached down and tore open the front of his pants, releasing his jumping and already aching shaft. He said: "Is this a private party… or can anyone join in?"
Annette raised to her elbows and craned her neck to see him in the doorway. She wasn't certain, but she doubted that Madeleine had heard him, and as she stared in shocked surprise she realized that the fly of his trousers was open and he was holding his heavy-looking cock lewdly in his hand, his pelvis thrust slightly forward. She felt her face flushing shamefully at the thought of him standing there watching their salacious performance, and then Launcelot interrupted with a vicious growl and she ordered him to the floor and to silence. Meekly, the animal obeyed as Shannon walked toward the bed gripping his long, thick prick, and she found her eyes suddenly locked upon it in rapidly growing fascination.
It was then that Madeleine also realized someone had entered and sat up with a start, her mouth dropping open guiltily at the sight of him, her immediate humiliation giving way quickly to astonishment when she saw that he was holding his rigid, heavy rod in his hand.
"Mon Dieu! Shannon, cheri," she gasped, her face a glowing crimsom. "I didn't hear… that is… I… we can explain… Wh-What are you doing…?"
He was, in fact, undressing as fast as he could and grinning at the same time. "What the hell do you think I'm doing? I'm getting ready to join the party, baby… even up the score with that dog, eh?"
"Wh-What do you mean, cheri!" Madeleine stammered. "Please… I couldn't help myself…"
"No?" Shannon continued to grin as he dropped his shorts down his long muscular legs and stood naked before the two embarrassed, staring girls. "And that's my problem, angel… I can't help myself. I figure if that dog can fuck my mistress, then I can even the score and fuck his… logical?" His keen, hard blue eyes narrowed lustfully and centered upon Annette's sleek willowy nakedness. "How does that strike you, Ma'm'selle?"
"If… if I say the word, Launcelot'll tear you to pieces," Annette replied sharply, but confusedly, her passion once more aroused by the carnal sight of the thick stalk of rigid flesh jutting out in an upward arch from his lean hairy loins, yet, unable to accept willingly this man who had deceived her, whose prisoner she was, and who might even be considering murdering her if her father failed to meet his ransom demands. God, in truth, she hated him… and she didn't intend to be taken by a man she hated…