She lay on her side facing them, her back to the edge of the bed where Launcelot waited, whimpering. Suddenly, she raised her leg, opening her thighs wide as she jutted her buttocks backwards and called: "Come, Launcelot, cheri! Come! Hurry… here, here…!"
Immediately, the great animal responded, poking his wet, cool nose between her thighs to the sensitive, tingling flesh of her exposed crotch, his long wet tongue thrusting into her well-lubricated vulva and up the moist passageway of her cunt like a rapacious slithering snake, ravishing her open split with pleasure-giving delight.
At first touch of something foreign slipping into the forbidden tender softness of her heretofore unplundered rectum, Annette had felt a scream building in her throat… but whatever it was, it was being done so gently… so very, very gently, that instead of pain she began to experience a weird and additional erotic pleasure… increasing with every passing second as the probing depths of the unknown instrument thrust its way deep up into her nether hole… Slowly, Shannon began to increase the pace and length of his stroke fucking into her cunt and she felt her whole body responding as it squirmed and writhed beneath him.
Then, he dropped her mouth to hers and she shot her tongue upward between his lips to be sucked, and she moaned unceasingly in passion-filled acceptance of whatever lewd or vile whim his mind could conceive to subjugate her. Masochistically, she raised her crotch up to him in simultaneous rhythm to his ever downward plunge, sensing her own desire-contorted grimace of wanton joy as her mouth opened and closed against his lips while her heart became completely his in abject surrender.
Abruptly, the still whimpering Launcelot bounced up onto the bed, frightening Madeleine at first, and causing her to jerk her fingers from Annette's seething, moist genitals as she rolled onto her back, her thighs still yawning widely, exposing her dark hair-lined cuntal crevice to the massive beast. She raised her head to look down between her full, erect breasts to see his great tongue lash out and lick wetly up and down the crevice surrounding her snug, tiny rectum, the tip burrowing slightly into the outer fleshy anal circle. As she watched, he began to lap greedily the narrow pink slit between her wide-spread thighs. He ran his tongue wetly through it, from the tightly closed little anus up over the fluted pink edges of her cunt to the erotic plexus of her womanhood enshrined at its peak. His thick tongue spread through the soft, fleece-covered swelling like a knife through soft melted butter. It laved relentlessly between her wide open legs, pausing only sporadically to lunge in a curl deeply into her. She spasmed fitfully as she twisted and lurched under the Great Dane's tongue lapping and lashing at her genitals.
Soft mewls of delight erupted from her until suddenly she placed her hands to the sides of his massive head and with a deep animalistic groan, kicked her legs back over her head, pulling his long nose forward into her wet, throbbing vagina. His lengthy tongue shot up her moist channel with breathtaking delight, ravishing her upthrust cunt wildly. It was then that the feral, babbling, half-shrieks began to stream crazily from her lips, pleading and encouraging the dumb brute salivating between her churning, upturned buttocks.
"Oh… oh… Mon Dieu! I'm going to cum… oui… oui… ooohhhhhh… lick it, damn you! Lick my cunt you fucking beast!"
Annette barely heard Madeleine's vile screams of release as Shannon raced madly into her own lust-incited cunt. Wildly, his bloated sac slapped into the wet crevice separating her buttocks and she groaned loudly at the filling of her tingling passage as he began an even deeper, harder thrusting into her seething crotch. Her head rolled loosely from side to side, her mouth opened in abandoned ecstasy. It was almost there… almost! Oh God… she loved him… loved him… oui, oui…! His thick expanding cock was digging into her like a pile-driver, and she felt the cords in her neck twitch and tighten in an unmistakable sign.
"Oh Christ…! I'm going to… going to cum! Now… Shannon, cheri… Oui! Fuck harder! Fuck harder, mon cher… I love you… cream me… cream me full… I'm cuuummmmmiiiinnnngggggg!" she gasped in a voice shrill with passion. "I-I-I'm cuuummmiiinnnggg… aaahhhhhhhh!"
Her hands darted behind his driving buttocks, pulling at him frantically to draw him deeper and deeper into her spread crotch. White, sticky liquid flowed wetly out around his still-driving prick, spilling down the split of her buttocks to flood his balls as they rubbed tauntingly against her tightly puckered anus.
"Oui… oui, cheri," cried Madeleine suddenly. "Fuck her hard… shoot it into her, my Shannon…!"
Suddenly, Shannon felt Madeleine's hand between his legs, her long nails raking gently and teasingly against the soft, sensitive flesh of his balls, her other hand caressing his hard buttocks as he fucked furiously into the climaxing girl. Spurred on by her words and lewd manipulations, he dug deeper into the squirming, hair-lined hole beneath him, once more forcing Annette's legs over her head, pushing them farther and farther back while he hammered into her with demonical force. Convulsive flashes of ecstatic pain shot through his loins as the girl beneath him continued to grunt out her climax, the juices still flowing in unchecked spurts down the full quivering cheeks of her jerking ass.
She was near exhausted as Shannon groaned, signaling his time, and abruptly she felt the hot waves of his sperm shooting deep up into her dilating womb. Her head swam in depraved sensuality as the hot, powerful squirts surged insanely into her, filling her to the near bursting point with its milky whiteness. The hot, wet walls of her vagina clasped and unclasped in automatic cadence, pulling at the jerking organ like a sucking, voraciously hungry mouth. Annette's sleek, willowy body was drained of everything, her limbs collapsing loosely on the bed as Shannon's grip on her legs was released. She fell into a spread-eagle position and she sensed the heavy weight lift from her while a cool rush of air brushed her sweat-soaked body. She wanted only to sleep… to sleep… then later… she'd tell them of her own plan… but she must sleep first…
CHAPTER TEN
Shannon was awakened in the night by a small, warm, gentle hand wrapped around and massaging his rejuvenating shaft into a vigorous rigid state. For a moment, his sleep fogged brain failed him and he dwelt in a rapturous dream of sensual bliss, wherein he lay upon a haremish couch being sexually administered to by a pair of lovely concubines… and then, his senses abruptly cleared, a delightful thought immediately occurring to him… reality was more enticing than his dream…
He lay between them in their naked loveliness: Madeleine slept, her soft, voluptuous body partially curled, close against him, her limp hand resting on his chest; Annette, on his left, writhed gently, her long willowy form sleek and satiny as it squirmed and pressed hotly, vibrantly to his own while her small, slender hand continued its taunting ministrations to his ever-hardening prick.
Finally, she whispered, her breath warm in his face: "At last, you're awake, cheri. I was beginning to wonder if I'd lost my touch."
Shannon grunted softly as her small hand began to work the heavy foreskin slowly up and down his lengthening rod. He could feel the cool air brush against its naked, rubbery head as she drew the thick skin down below the coronal rim, then assisted it in its re-sheathing. He slipped his arm beneath and around her, his big hand cupping her small but resilient firm breast and felt the nipple harden against the palm of his hand as he drew her snugly to him. "Don't you ever sleep?" he whispered back, kissing the tip of her nose.