'Oh, come on, boy! That's it, you wonderful dear – oh! OH! Fuck meeeee!' Her voice cracked with passion as she slavered ecstatically all over his panting canine face, smothering it with burning moist kisses. Her loins felt as if they were going to explode into millions of individual molecules.
Above her, Cesar's hotly chugging animal heart raged out of control, hugging and puffing with love for his new redheaded mistress whose long soft legs were wound so snugly around his swiftly moving back as were her arms, now, so passionately around his neck. She pleaded with him, begged and cajoled as she kissed him feverishly, at the same time thrusting her hugging cuntal walls up onto his aching rod of flesh as it drove faster and faster in and out between her thighs. The burning heat of her loins was like a balm to his savagely pumping cock, urging him madly higher.
'Darling… oh… lick my darling… lick my wonderful tongue… darling… kiss me… oh… oh…' she begged out of her mind with lust, her face almost unrecognizably contorted. She opened her mouth to gasp out something else, and just then the dog's long, thick wet tongue thrust into the furnace of her mouth, brushing along her tongue as it moved to the very back of her throat. And she sucked it wildly, unbridled bestial passion making her a creature devoid of all reason. Her toes turned under and everything in her flesh seemed to scream orgiastically. With the German Shepherd's tongue in her mouth it was as if he was fucking her there as well as in her madly churning cunt below. Sob after desperate sob burst from her ovalled lips… this was it… it… there… and then… then… her first spasm of flesh-twisting, mind-thrashing orgasm hit her!
Rhonda whined like a mad woman and tried to fight him off, her pelvis thrashing with uncontrollably sexual bliss. Her loins seemed to convulse in mid-air, twisting and squirming with excruciating joy, her cuntal passage undulating and hugging ecstatically over his swiftly moving dog-cock.
Cesar responded by fucking her yet harder, and then he too was climaxing – spurting out his hotly scalding animal cum into the depths of her writhing white belly.
The dog's tongue withdrew from her greedily sucking mouth and he began yelping for joy as she flailed her head from side to side, her face twisted with obscene passion. The bright flash of erotic happiness Rhonda had ever known blew off inside her like a bursting cannon shot, burning every last nerve ending in her insanely shuddering body to a frazzle. The lewd combination of their human-animal cum trickled warmly back out of her rippling womb around Cesar's still speeding cock, flowing down the insides of her bow-string taut thighs as she milked her furry lover's penis of every last delicious drop of climactic sperm.
Rhonda groaned lustfully, her head thick with happiness. She moaned and sighed softly, her eyes hot and veiled with passion, her legs jerking convulsively as the last throes of orgasm rippled through her naked loins. Then her legs fell weakly apart on the bed on either side of his relaxing hairy flanks. Affection and a hopeless sense of exchanged wonder flooded her formerly frustrated flesh from the tips of her toes to the very ends of her long, lustrous red hair.
If this was depraved, it was the most wonderful depravity in the world, she thought. She was never going to let Cesar go back to Marla – at least not until Bob was back in town. Back in bed beside her, to be exact! Shame didn't even enter into it. A girl needs to be satisfied, she thought, and sometimes it doesn't matter who or what does it. Love and sex can be separated.
She couldn't remember when she'd felt so relaxed. This was the most marvelous tranquilizer in the world. Why had the world withheld it from her for so long? When your body has a need, you don't deny that need on the grounds of social taboos, and sex was like a food – you had to have it in order to survive. Why hadn't her mother taught her useful knowledge like that, instead of sending her to ballet school and forcing her into practicing her piano? Those efforts had never paid off.
This dog-woman sex was the most marvelous thing in the world. She was never going to deny it to herself again for as long as she lived. Even after she and Bob were married.
Cesar's cum-drenched cock slipped wetly from her semen-flooded cuntal mouth with a loud wet, sucking noise. She looked down affectionately, her eyes full of stars, at his glistening deflating cock, heavy with the moisture of both their orgiastic secretions, sliding slowly from the red curl-fringed folds of her exhausted but joyously satiated cunt, the lips of which seemed to be clinging after his softened member as if they never wanted to let go.
A happy warm glow suffused her body, and everything within her seemed flooded with pure liquid happiness. She got up on her elbows and took the German Shepherd's handsome face in her hands.
'I'm sorry I fought you off, darling. Can you ever forgive me?'
He licked at her face in reply, and then at the undersides of her full, heavy breasts. Rhonda giggled and felt as silly as a schoolgirl.
Life was rich, satisfying and fun. Let other women prove how liberated they are, thought the satiated redhead. Let them make the money and struggle through life. As for me, all I want is a comfortable home, a loving husband with money, a colored TV, and a wonderful dog like Cesar to keep me company in the afternoons.
CHAPTER SIX
Shaking out her lavender beach towel in her right hand and her cut-off levis in her left, Sharon Baker let out a long growl of dismay. Damn! After one day and she'd lost her new gold earring! What a drag! But then nothing had gone well since she'd gotten up this morning and headed for the community pool to cool off her burning flesh.
And it all started when her sister's newspaper boy cornered her in the hedge. Yes, she could blame it on Danny to some extent, she realized, and that made her feel a little better. Because if he hadn't grabbed her in the front yard, and pressed her mouth open wide in a long, lingering kiss, with his tongue thrust between her teeth and lapping hungrily at her own tongue, her belly wouldn't have exploded like that. Oh God, the way he kissed her, rubbing his hands on her sensitively budding young breasts and grinding his loins hard up against her swollen pussy mound. Oh God, if that hadn't happened, then she wouldn't have had to stay at the deep end of the pool and dog paddle with one hand while she slipped the other under the tiny wisp of her bikini bottoms and tried to satisfy herself with two thirteen year old fingers.
And that's probably where her matching 14 karat gold earring was right now – at the bottom of the pool!
Of course, part of the turn-on had started with Bob, Rhonda's boyfriend. Man, what a sexy man he was! So tall and good looking; not like the creepy, pimply fifteen-year-olds who were always hitting on her. And the way he'd looked at her. Oh, big sister if you only knew how your husband-to-be looked at me before he left with his suitcase in hand! She just bet Rhonda would blow her head off if she knew.
So that really Danny's obscene French kiss had just been the finishing blow. She had almost strangled on his tongue, but she had left him huffily with her loins simply awash with excitement and her cuntal lips itching desperately.
Consequently, she'd headed for the deep end of the pool, hoping for a minute – (oh, just a minute is all it would have taken) to satisfy herself and relieve that painful tingling. She'd clung to the rim of the pool and scissored her legs wide and wormed the fingers of one hand down into the snug elastic strip of her bikinis to get at her wildly seeping pussy lips. After rubbing her middle finger in and out of her desire-engorged cunt, making a whirlpool in the aqua water, she found no relief. Maybe she would have, had not that damned little kid with the snorkel started pulling at her leg. Damn, she was so embarrassed she'd clambered, dripping and disgusted, out of the pool. And now her earring was gone!
And now she was too ashamed to look any of the kids in the eye, and there were some good looking boys here today too! Sharon stuffed her belongings into her canvas bag, leaving her movie magazine in a puddle of water and the empty Coke can laying on its sticky side for someone else to dispose of. The mortified and confused teenager darted for the park encircling the community pool. Maybe an hour sitting on a park bench would help cool her down.
How many other kids had seen her playing with herself under the water? Speculation was useless, except to feed her sorrows.
She paused briefly to feed the birds in the park, but she really couldn't concentrate on the fluttery animals who seemed as jittery and unsure of themselves as she was.
