'Oooohhhh,' Laura moaned, her long blonde hair flailing on one side of the pillow cradling her pretty head, as Mark's thick middle finger forced its way into the softly resisting passage just another fraction.
'Ralphie must have the skinniest cock in the world, if this is all he's stretched you out,' he remarked. 'Or else you're the snuggest little fuck.'
'Oh God…' The helplessly trussed blonde bit down hard on her lower lip. His finger inside her cunt felt so goooood, but she didn't dare show it. 'Oooohh… oh… you're killing me…' The wildly excited girl groaned and instinctively pushed her trembling loins upward against his impaling finger.
And the contrast between her obvious pleasure and her maidenly protests made both the Franklins laugh. 'Sure,' mocked Mark, 'killing you with kindness. By the time we're done killing, you'll be so happy you'll float right up to the Goddamned ceiling.'
Rover came up to the side of the bed, whimpering eagerly. He got up on his hind legs with one forepaw scratching at the smooth cream-white flesh of Laura's thigh. 'Christ,' exclaimed Mark, 'I've been so engrossed in Laura's tight little cunt I almost forgot what we came here for, didn't I, boy?'
The big German shepherd whimpered again for answer.
'Well, Big Daddy ain't gonna let you down, believe me. Honey, did you set the camera?'
'In a minute.' Cleonora went to a nearby chest of drawers, opened the top one and took out a small camera. While she was doing this, Mark picked up a small pair of scissors from the vanity, pulled up the material of Laura's white nylon panties between his fingers, and began cutting through it.
'Oh no! What are you doing!? You'll cut me!' Laura wailed piteously.
'Don't twist. Relax. We were a little hasty about getting your legs tied up. I'm just rectifying our little error. There's no point in making Rover fuck you through the side of your panties – he wouldn't enjoy it as much.'
'What?' Laura blinked. She wasn't quite sure she understood the importance of what he had just said, although she wasn't at all pleased about the way Rover was panting and slavering, as his eyes glazed, over her voluptuously enslaved body. In another moment Mark had ripped off what remained of her scanty bikini panties and she closed her eyes, consumed by shame. Fuck! God, no! Did that mean that they were going to let Rover lick her the way he had downstairs in the study? She wanted to faint dead away and never wake up again.
Suddenly her pelvis jerked as Mark's middle finger again thrust up between her widespread thighs into the soft protective folds of young flesh surrounding her tender vaginal chamber. His finger searched patiently for a moment, then located her small, lightly swelling clitoris. Laura cringed and a mewling sort of gasp broke throatily from her parched and open lips.
'You – you – I hate you,' she gritted fiercely as Mark then wound his finger around inside her velvet-smooth cunt. The soft resilient cheeks of her buttocks tensed as if trying to force his finger out, but there was no way mechanically that this could be accomplished. With her legs wide open and tied to opposing bedposts, there was not even any way that she could effectively control the primitive feelings of pleasure that were welling up inside her orgasm-primed pussy.
'Christ, she's tight,' Mark said again, and he forced his finger yet one more inch. Laura's body shuddered helplessly and she moaned as his finger wormed its way into the now defensively trickling passageway. She clenched her teeth tightly, but there was no way in the world she could close out the savage, primitive joy that was creeping through her loins with the force of a tidal wave. She opened her mouth to protest, but instead heard from it only muffled gasps and gurgles of hedonistic femininity.
These sounds seemed to cue Rover, and suddenly he leaped onto the bed, making the mattress sag awkwardly on one side. His paws staggered, struggling for footing, and he almost stepped on her arm, but then, before Laura could even comprehend what was happening, his head bent and he brushed his warm, moist tongue over the imprisoned blonde wife's ruby red lips.
Laura started and tried to draw her head away, but the big dog was insistent. His face followed hers, his outsized tongue slipping into her mouth every time she gasped from the twiddling pressure of Mark's lewdly masturbating middle finger.
'That's it, boy,' Cleonora called from the sidelines. 'Show her how to kiss. She's got a lot to learn tonight. I'll bet Ralph's never even eaten her.'
'You think so?' Mark asked, looking back at her without removing his hotly revolving finger from the enslaved young blonde's belly.
Cleonora had gone over to the bar to fix herself a drink, and now she strolled back lazily. 'I'd bet money on it. If that boy's ever had his tongue up in her hot little cunt, I'm a monkey's aunt.'
Laura was repelled, yet at the same time she was surprised to find that Rover's ardent French kiss sent a flurry of excitement scattering irregularly through her defenseless loins. Indeed, the loving wet contact of his tongue in her gasping mouth was a jolt totally unlike anything she'd ever experienced before in her life.
Across their French kiss, she gazed long and deeply, transfixed as if by a spell, into his hypnotic and hotly desiring brown eyes. With Mark's finger continuing to work openly inside her helpless body, the net combination was creating sensations inside her which it was impossible to ignore or resist, if she had wanted to.
She understood now that Rover had known exactly what he was doing when he had licked her pussy in the study, bringing her a fantastic shattering climax. He was a well-trained dog. What other delights would he teach her if she should give in…?
But no – she couldn't! That was – disgusting! Obscene!
And yet, the devilish glitter in his eyes made her squirm, and his molten stare made her feel weak. How could she fight off all three of them? And even as she thought this, her breathless mouth parted wantonly under the incessant pressure of Rover's lavishing tongue… her lush, moistened lips opened lewdly, instinctively… to let her own tiny pink tongue come slipping through… just as Mark shoved a second finger up into her momentarily relaxed cunt.
A long, throaty sigh escaped the helpless blonde love-slave as she gave up all resistance to the big German shepherd's loving kiss. Mark's fingers inside her seeping vagina were doing their part as well to create an ache in her belly that was beyond comparison with anything she had ever felt before in relation to sex. It was totally compelling; how could she possibly fight this tide of heathen desire that was threatening to drown her?
Her captive body, voluptuous in all its contours and naturally receptive to all the feelings that flesh is heir to, was fast approaching its ultimate breaking point, and she could no longer find the strength in her even to protest against the monstrous fondling of her private parts.
She gasped through Rover's kiss and held her breath as she felt Mark's fingers stretch and enlarge the by now well-lubricated walls of her vagina. They slipped wetly in and out with a moist sucking sound.
'Down, boy,' said Mark suddenly, surprisingly, and he knocked Rover off the bed with a single swift movement of his arm. At the same time he pushed up what remained of Laura's short pleated skirt so that the soft smoothness of her well-rounded white belly came into view. His head bent and he licked into the small shallow kiss-nook of her navel, sending another wave of lurid sensation flowing down into her already churning loins.
'Oh – please, stop this… please… oh… let me go… no… I don't want any of this…' Her head worked from side to side, her attractive heart-shaped face contorted with a mixture of pleasure and shame at her own weakness.
Mark Franklin laughed and jabbed two fingers in through the wetly trickling confines of her tortured pussy. She moaned and sighed as he slipped his fingers in and out, closing her eyes with luxuriant pleasure.
'Christ, look at that,' he said back to Cleonora, who was lounging in an overstuffed chair with her feet up on an ottoman, an icy drink in her slim hand, 'she's hot as a pistol, for Christ sake. This beautiful cunt was born to fuck and she doesn't even realize it.'
'Show her, darling,' murmured Cleonora silkily.
Mark grinned. 'Don't worry about that.' Then he snapped at Rover: 'Up here, boy,' slapping his thigh, 'and be quick about it!'
Laura was able to raise her startled head just enough to spy Rover's thick red penis shaking in the air as the big dog leaped onto the bed between her widely splayed white thighs. It was the first time she had ever seen the German shepherd's penis outside of its furry sheath, and just seeing its massive length was a terrific jolt to the turmoil in her belly and her head.
'What – what are you going to do?' she wailed. 'Nooooooo, please don't!'
But even as she watched, the big animal jockeyed for position on the bed, his eyes wide with desire for her, and Mark lifted her buttocks in order to stuff a pillow underneath…
