lovely pussy hair. He stood back and surveyed her critically, but not too critically, for there was a bulge in his crotch that grew large and longer as he looked at her smooth, fantastically lovely body.
The bizarre aspects of the situation were beginning to get to her, and her pussy was sopping wet. She knew her clitty was hard and erect, aching for a come, as she reached over and rubbed his bulging cock suggestively.
He shook his head as he removed her hand.
«Not until after he's through with you,» Tom said. «He wouldn't have anything to do with you if I fucked you first. And I prefer it that way, too.»
«And you always give in to him?» she asked.
«I enjoy it,» he said. «Watching and helping. I enjoy helping him get fucked almost as much as I enjoy fucking afterward.»
«Oh.» She felt a chill run through her fiery body. She'd been queen bee at a lot of three ways, but never one that started with such bizarre conditions as this one. «I didn't know you were going to be in there with us.»
«Of course I am, my dear,» Tom said coldly. «He can't fuck unless I'm there. At least he couldn't fuck you without my help.»
«I didn't know,» she said blankly. «But all right. I'll fuck him if you promise I can have some of that nice cock you've got after he gets through.»
He nodded in agreement.
«He enjoys watching me most as much as I enjoy watching him,» Tom said. «At least, I think he does.»
«Doesn't he tell you?»
Tom shook his head.
«No,» he said. «He communicates in a lot of ways, but he never talks.»
She frowned and looked at him suspiciously. She envisioned fucking a deaf mute, for only a deaf mutt, wouldn't talk to his friend. And certainly a lot of women would be reluctant fuck a deaf mute, since he couldn't proposition them without using somewhat coarse gestures. She decided it might be a blast, a new experience.
«You better show me this friend of yours,» she said, walking toward the bedroom door.
«Not until I've anointed you,» he said. «Come here.»
She hesitated for a moment, then walked to him. He indicated that she should put one foot on the seat of a straight chair he'd taken from against the wall, exposing her ass and pussy in a humiliating manner. When she was in position, she felt particularly vulnerable, for her pussy lips were spread so much she could feel cool air against the moist flesh.
«What the hell are you doing?» she demanded as he took a finger-full of strangely-scented lubricant and rubbed it around within the lips of her pussy. His touch almost brought her off but he stopped before she could come. «What's that smell?»
«I told you I had to anoint you,» he said matter-of-factly. «What did you think I meant?»
«But what at smell? It's not unpleasant, but I can't place it.»
«You'll know what it is later,» he said. «Now it's time for you to go in and meet my 'friend', as you call him.
Couldn't we have a quick fuck?» she asked. «I'm burning up.»
«I've explained to you about that,» he said patiently. «You're to fuck my friend first, and then me. You'll enjoy it more that way, you'll see.»
«Well, then, take me to him,» she said. «This whole thing has gotten me so hot I can't wait to get fucked. And it better be a good one.»
«It will be,» Tom said grimly. «Let's go.»
He took her to the bedroom door, paused for a moment before opening it, then pushed her inside ahead of him.
«What the hell!» Daisy Chain Sharon exclaimed, startled when she looked inside the room.
The room was empty!
Empty, that is, except for a boxer dog that looked almost like the identical twin to her daughter Jan's dog. the boxer was panting eagerly and lasciviously. His dong was moist, red, and at least a foot long. It dangled red and lewdly below his belly, already hard and ready to fuck, as though the dog knew what his master was doing.
«My God!» she cried. «You don't expect me to fuck that do you?»
Tom locked the door and nodded.
«Yes, Daisy Chain Sharon, my cunt, you're going to fuck Richey the Fourth, as royal a fucking dog as exists in Christendom.»
«Fuck a dog? Me … fuck a dog?»
The enormity of it confounded her. She'd always thought of herself as hip, as willing and able to take on anything and everything in the sex line-everything except sucking a dirty cock and that was just a hang-up, as everybody knew. Oh, she'd heard of fucking dogs, sort of, when a girl friend described it in a movie she'd seen at a stag party where the girl friend had been the girl in the cake, and the door prize on a greasy mattress in a broom closet afterward. But actually to come face to face with it-it was almost as bad to her way of thinking as fucking a nigger. They both had big cocks, niggers and this dog and she adored a big cock more than anything else, especially when it was going to slide in her pussy and make her come.
But fucking a dog!
She looked at the dog's cock and felt an answering twitch deep in her pussy. Her mouth was suddenly dry and she knew she'd try to fuck he dog, and that if she did get that enormous cock in her pussy it would be the grandest, wildest, most fantastic fuck ever. And she knew that once he started he'd never stop fucking her until he was completely spent.
Suddenly she knew what the odour was in the cream Tom had used on her.
She smelled like a bitch in heat! No wonder the dog had a hard on. Her pussy creamed a little just from the thought of it.
«All right,» she said harshly, her mind reeling. What do I do so he can fuck me.»
«Well,» Tom said, trying to keep his voice matter-of-fact but hardly able to, «you can take him two ways. One is conventional 'dog-fashion' with Richey who is my closest friend, incidentally, mounted over you as if you truly were a bitch in heat. The other way is for you to lay on your back on the edge if the bed, let him put his paws on either side of you, and I will guide his cock into your cunt.»
«Which way is best?» she asked.
«Some like it one way, some like it another,» he answered. «But I would suggest you laying on your back. It's more natural that way.»
She nodded and lay as he directed, her legs hanging off the bed, her cunt exposed right at the edge of the mattress.
«He won't hurt me, will he?» she asked when
Tom grinned evilly.
«No, my dear. He probably won't even want to kiss you.»
«Funny,» she said, most wishing she'd found a more convention screw instead of this weird one. «You're really funny.»
«Just a little joke of mine,» he said. He released the dog from the radiator where he had been fastened. «Sorry if you don't find it amusing.»
Without further conversation, Tom guided the dog into position, and Daisy Chain Sharon could tell at once that it was well-trained, that it had often gone the route this way, for it knew at once what to do. In a moment Richey the Fourth was mounted above her, his juicy cock slapping lasciviously against her thighs before Tom could grasp it and guide it into her dripping pussy.
Then he was rubbing it up and down the greasy slit, and each time the dog's hot meat touched her clitty she twisted wildly, trying prolong the sensation until she could achieve a come. Craig? Tom continued rubbing the dog's cock against her for a few moments longer, then he aligned it with Daisy Chain Sharon's cunt-hole and urged
