Rita Powers was a sultry young woman who worked in a beauty parlor and maintained a steady relationship with a demanding man by the name of Dave Carter.
What Dave liked most about his relationship with Rita was that he was in complete charge. He believed that women should be kept in a totally subservient capacity in their dealings with their men.
For quite some time Rita was willing to adhere to Dave's uncompromising standards, despite friendly admonitions from a beauty parlor co-worker, Irene. But eventually his demands begin to wear thin, and a highly frustrated Rita begins to search for new meaning in her life.
The meaning conies in the form of a pet, a dashing young German Shepherd named Butch, which Irene bestows on Rita.
Although Rita desires no more than a little affection and companionship from the dog, she soon realizes that Butch is ready, willing, and able to do much more than stand around to be hugged and petted.
When Rita develops a personal physical attachment toward Butch, her entire life begins to suddenly change. She starts to see Dave in a harsher light than ever before, and, concurrently, her relationship with Irene blossoms to heights that she never would have anticipated.
"Rita's Restless Pet" is a highly realistic account of what happens when a love-starved young woman falls in love with a dog and alters her entire life style.
The Publisher
CHAPTER 1
Rita Powers looked down at the bed, observing her nervous boyfriend Dave Carter pumping up and down on his huge, aroused penis.
"Hurry up and finish undressing," the stocky, naked man said. "You don't know how horny I am, sweetheart."
"I know how horny you always are," Rita said. "You're something else, Dave. You're always wanting to screw."
"I wouldn't be such an interesting guy if I was any different," he chuckled.
As Rita got a long look at Dave, she couldn't help but admire his bulky body. He had worked in the expansive outdoors for a number of years. He had worked as a steel reinforcer, a sandblaster, and was now being employed as a heavy equipment operator. He would joke about how much fun it was to operate his own bulldozer.
She observed his broad shoulders, then his mammoth hairy chest. But all the while her eyes remained primarily focused on his penis, which was becoming so agitated as he watched her continue to take off her clothes.
As Rita removed her blouse, she observed a gleam in her lover's eyes. He liked the looks of her gorgeous breasts.
At twenty-six years of age, Rita was the type of young woman that any hot, red-blooded man would sexually admire. She had flowing long black hair, and possessed an overpoweringly beautiful figure. In addition, she had a creamy white complexion, long black eyelashes, and dark expressive eyes. Her nose was tiny, a cute button nose that gave her an even more interesting face.
As Dave watched her remove her blouse, then move her fingers toward the back of her bra, he exclaimed:
"I'm gonna be seeing those gorgeous tits again," he sighed. "Honey, if I get any more agitated, I'm gonna be jacking off to climax before you even get undressed."
"Then maybe we'd better slow down the pace," she laughed. "You don't want to get too carried away, my dear."
"Maybe not, sweetheart, but it's awfully rough to slow down. When a person gets this excited, there's just nowhere else to go."
"Maybe so. But take it easy. It's not gonna be that much longer before I'm plunging under the sheets with you."
"I know. I'll try not to be too impatient about it."
Dave grinned, continuing to watch his lover as she undid the bra straps, then let her bra fall dazzlingly to the floor.
As Dave observed her ivory white breasts thrusting out before him, he jerked on his prick several more times. His heart was pounding relentlessly as he got set to engage beautiful young Rita in sex.
Dave had lived a fast life. At thirty-five years of age, he had been divorced twice. Now he wasn't eager to get married again. He wanted to continue his relationship with Rita in the way in which it had been going. He wanted lots of pleasure and no responsibilities. The thing he liked about Rita was that she was willing to put out. A woman, in his estimation, was somebody who would jump whenever he snapped his fingers. When he was good and horny, and wanted to stick his pecker into someone, he expected to be able to do so very quickly.
He watched as she then dropped her fingers down toward her slacks. She wiggled her hips back and forth as she reached out and unzipped her slacks. She pulled down on the zipper, causing him to feel even greater waves of excitement.
"That's great," he sighed, "I'm gonna be seeing those beautiful legs. Oh, damned, do I ever get excited about that."
Once that Rita finished unzipping her slacks, she began to tug at them. She flipped her hips back and forth as she pulled the slacks down her legs. All the while she recognized that Dave was getting closer to the point of no return, that at which time he would require immediate sex from her.
As she moved the slacks down her legs, Dave got the opportunity to see that much more of her. He observed her trim, lovely thighs that he had pressed his fingers ever so fervently against so many times. As she moved the slacks down even lower, he saw her ankles. They were as trim as ever. She had a petite loveliness that drove him out of his mind.
Now she stood before him wearing nothing more than her silky white panties. She stood with her hands on her hips, awaiting the last step.
"Great, just take off your panties now," Dave sighed. "Go ahead, baby. Oh, I need you. The longer I look at you, the more that I drool. The more I realize how badly I do need you, sweetheart. Oh, yeah, doll. You're just too much, honey. I really do want you. Oh, I want you real bad, famned bad."
Her fingers closed in on her panties. She let them clasp against the elastic which held them together. Rita then moved her panties down her legs.
"Take them off, doll," he clapped his hands with rhythmic appreciation. "Oh, damned, I'm so horny now I can't stand it. Take them off. Slip them off all the way, sweetheart. Damned, but I need some sex."
Moments later Rita was stepping out of her panties. As she walked toward Dave, he got a look at her furry mound, replete with all of the stunning black snatch hairs.
He reached out with his right hand, allowing his trembling fingers to move swiftly against her pussy hairs.
"This I really love," he exclaimed, "oh, baby, I love pressing my fingers against your pussy hairs. This is nice, darling. Oh, yeah, this is the kind of action that I want. I really dig it, sweetheart."
Back and forth his fingers continued to move. All the while Rita was standing next to the bed, her hands placed on her hips.
As Dave kept on working his fingers against her pussy hairs, she flipped her hips with wild anticipation. She knew just how much Dave liked it whenever she did flip her ass cheeks and hips in response to his finger efforts.
"You're doing it better than any stripper or go-go girl I've ever seen," he laughed. "I guess you're missing your calling, sweetheart. You ought to be working in some groovy cocktail lounge or beer bar and making yourself two hundred or three hundred bucks a week. You'd sure make a hell of a lot more than you're making at that beauty parlor where you work."
"You wouldn't want me working at some bar," Rita laughed. "Not only would it make me miserable, sweetheart. It would make you miserable as well. All those hot studs coming in there, just waiting for a chance to make out with one of the dancers. Can you imagine living through something like that?"
"Listen, with the kind of money you can make in those places, I'd quit my job, come around and beat these guys off with a club if I had to," he laughed. "But I guess you're right. I'm only kidding, sweetheart. I'm just saying that you've got the potential. If you wanted to do that, you sure as hell could."
"Thank you for telling me, baby."
He kept on moving his fingers over her furry mound. At first Dave concentrated his action exclusively on her pussy hairs. But finally he extended his movements. He began to slide his fingers inside her red vagina. After a few brisk strokes, he observed that moisture was surfacing inside her snatch.
"You're getting nice and wet," he laughed. "I like that, baby. It shows you're really heating up."
"With finger movements like that, naturally I am."
"I think that's real groovy, sweetheart. Oh, I like the way you're working your fingers."
He kept up his spirited movements for the next few moments. When he finally released his fingers, he looked at her and smiled.
"All right, now I'm worked up and you're worked up," he told her. "That little finger massage did the trick, didn't it?"
"It did get me all excited. I'm tingling all over, baby. My pussy is so damned hot."
"Okay, I'm gonna lie down," he said. "I'm gonna lie on my stomach as a matter-of-fact. You know what I want you to do?"
"What's that, baby?"
"I want you to suck my hot ass-hole. I want you to really turn your tongue loose, to stab it wildly inside my ass-hole. That's the kind of wild stuff that I dig. I want you to really turn your tongue loose, to really plunge it into my ass-hole. I want you to plunge it in all the way. Do you read me?"
She nodded, watching as her lover Dave slid over on his stomach, spreading his legs and leaving his ass crack lying out in the open, ready for her initial tongue stabs.
"Come on and suck ass," he exclaimed. "I really need for you to work your tongue, darling. Oh, really put your tongue to work. Slide it nice and slow in the beginning, sweetheart. Just ease it into my ass-hole. Really give me some sucking, darling."
As he lay there on his stomach, Dave anticipated with great joy the first few strokes that would be delivered from her tongue.
Rita knew precisely what Dave expected. He wanted her to deliver in whatever manner he suggested. As he lay there on his stomach, his ass cheeks began to flip back and forth. The more he anticipated her sucking movements, the greater the degree of excitement that flowed within him.
"Suck ass," he called out, "oh, baby, work your tongue. Drive it inside my ass-hole. Oh, slide it, honey. You've really got to work it, baby. Come on, ease your tongue in there. Let it work against my ass crack."
Rita reached out and clutched at her lover's ass cheeks. She held on ever so firmly to Dave's buttocks, clenching them ever so desirously. She knew that that was something he also expected. He wanted her to feel his hot ass cheeks while she was slipping her tongue into his ass-hole.
She flipped her tongue forward, allowing it to maneuver inside his anus. She began slowly, following the same format that her lover Dave had recommended.
"Work your tongue," Dave said, "you're starting out real nice, honey. That's the way to do it.
Clutch at my ass cheeks while you're sucking my ass-hole. Oh, I'm feeling all groovy inside now, sweetheart. All you've got to do is suck a little ass and I get excited. Ahhh, keep driving your tongue, baby. Work it, sweetheart. Yeah, honey, ah, I really like that. Oh, baby, yes, do it."
Rita began slowly, but soon she was extending her pace, driving her tongue faster and deeper inside Dave's ass-hole. She manipulated her tongue inside his anus, and the more rapidly he flipped his hips back and forth. All the while she kept on clinging ever so tightly to his ass cheeks, holding on to them feverishly while she was sucking out his ass-hole.
"Keep driving your tongue," he called out, "oh, I like this freedom of movement, baby. This is what I call sucking. These are beautiful movements, sweetheart. Oh, drive your tongue, darling. Really go to work, baby. Oh, this is so nice, sweetheart. Oh, I really love those movements. They're so beautiful."
She kept on grinding her tongue ever deeper into his ass-hole. Pretty soon Rita was slipping her tongue inside his anus as far as it would go. She kept on darting with superb grace, putting everything that she had into every movement, driving him into a torrent of passionate excitement.
Dave's huge body began to bounce up and down on the bed. She could hear easily the loud sounds of his gasping as he kept on receiving the jolting stabs.
"What an ass licker you are," he laughed, "oh, baby, honey, this is so good. I like the way that your tongue is working. Keep on driving it, darling. Oh, yeah, I really want it, I really love it, baby. Ahhh, keep going, sweetheart. Drive your tongue, honey, oh, yeah, I really do want it."
A few minutes later, however, Dave felt that she had accomplished as much as she could with the ass sucking. He had been propelled into a frenzied state of excitement, and now it was time for them to move into a different phase of the action.
"You can turn your tongue loose, honey," Dave sighed. "Oh, yeah, honey, you've really done a good job. Now it's time for us to get into something else. Ahhh, my ass-hole is burning up, sweetheart, and you did it with your hot sucking. Damned but you've got a beautiful tongue. You really know how to exercise it. Ah, I sure loved the way you cut it loose inside my ass-hole. You did such a beautiful job, baby."
As she removed her tongue from his anus, Rita wondered what her lover would suggest next. She knew better than to make a suggestion of her own. With Dave the game had to be played strictly on his terms.
"All right, I guess you can see how nervous my cock is," Dave chuckled as he moved his fingers around the tip of his organ. "I'm gonna watch you suck my dick. Just start playing with my cock and balls, honey. You know the way I want it. I want you to suck me off. I want a beautiful orgasm. I want to juice in your mouth!"
Rita knew how to please Dave in the cock-sucking department. Many times he had her go down on him.
CHAPTER 2
Rita looked in the direction of Dave's cock. She reached out and let her fingers maneuver ever so slowly against his balls.
As Rita let her fingers register seismic impact against her lover's jet-propelled testicles, he couldn't help but cry out with excitement.
"That's it, you're really playing with my balls," he said. "I really love those movements, sweetheart. Oh, keep your fingers pumping, baby. This I really love, darling. Oh, yeah, keep them moving. Yes, oh, honey, this is so nice. Drive your fingers, sweetheart. Oh, baby, keep it up."
His legs began to tremble as she kept up her flowing finger movements, driving them with speed and grace over his balls. As she kept up the finger movements over his testicles, he wiggled his ass cheeks appreciatively, enjoying the movements that she was supplying.
"You can start sucking the tip of my cock now," he told her. "Just slide your tongue slowly, darling. Go ahead, baby, oh, yeah, I really do want it."
She worked her tongue against the tip of Dave's penis. All the while she kept on maneuvering her fingers against his testicles. At first she worked her tongue ever so slowly, teasing the tip of his instrument with it, but before long she was stepping up her pace and sucking more quickly than before.
"Keep it going," he called out, "that's what I call beautiful sucking, sweetheart. Oh, yeah, I really do want it. Move your tongue, darling. Oh, yeah, I really do like this. Oh, keep up the sucking. Drive your tongue, baby."
As Rita began to step up the pace even more, Dave's body began to flip back and forth. He was enjoying every movement that she was supplying.
"You can move your fingers faster over my balls," Dave said. "I'm really enjoying the movements, honey. That's it, darling. Keep it going, honey. Oh, keep your fingers sliding. You've got to really move them, baby. Move your fingers and keep on sucking my cock. Run your tongue over the tip of it"
She moved her tongue over the tip of his rod a few more times, then decided that it probably was time to move on down toward his testicles.
"Should I start sucking your balls now?" she asked as she removed her tongue from the tip of Dave's penis.
"You're damned right," Dave said. "You've got the timing right, Rita honey. You know what I need. I like that fact. You're really clued in, baby. Sure, keep your tongue working. Slide it right over my cock and balls. Oh, yeah, and while you're doing that I want you to also finger my prick. Just move your fingers up and down the full length of my rod, honey. That's really what we need. Yes, oh, baby, let's really do it."
She slid her fingers against his testicles, and then against his cock, then allowed her tongue to work its way around his balls. As she manipulated her tongue securely against his balls, she moved her fingers with rapid rhythmic strides up and down the full length of his hard rod.
"Oh, keep it going," she heard him exclaim. "Ohhh, this is nice, the way you're moving your fingers over my cock. I really like those movements. Oh, keep them going, baby. Yes, honey, oh, this is so very nice."
As her fingers kept on gliding up and down his cock, she worked her tongue more zealously than before against Dave's balls. She teased them with her rapid-fire strokes, causing him to feel great waves of sexual excitement throughout his entire body.
"Keep on sucking me," he sighed, "oh, yeah, honey, I really feel the itch. Drive your tongue, baby. Oh, yes, honey, keep moving it."
Her tongue moved resoundingly against his testicles. Spiritedly she kept up her pace, sending her surging tongue forward, letting it set a blistering clip as it moved consistently against his balls.
"Oh, yeah, you're getting me more excited than ever," he sighed. "Oh, honey, this is what I call nice. You've got such a beautiful tongue. Oh, you're really willing to use it. I like the way you're using it."
While her tongue kept on sharply maneuvering against his balls, she worked her fingers even more quickly than before as they glided up and down the full length of his pecker.
"Suck me, oh, suck me, suck my balls," he exclaimed. "Yeah, baby, oh, I like the way your tongue's moving."
After a few more minutes of sustained sucking, Dave decided that it was time to move into another stage of activity.
"Switch the action to my cock," he called out. "I really want you to drive your tongue against it, baby. This time don't focus on the tip of it for very long. That's a good way to get me excited, but I don't need to be excited anymore. All I need is to get off my juices. You've already put me into a state of orbit, sweetheart. Your sucking has done that. So go to work on my prick. Come on and slide your tongue against it, honey."
She allowed her tongue to move quickly up and down the full length of his hard, surging pecker. His whole body trembled as she kept up a brisk pace, driving her tongue at a speedy clip, pushing him into a superb state of exhilaration.
"Keep sliding your tongue," he exclaimed. "Oh, baby, work your fingers against my balls. Go ahead, honey, and slide your fingers against them. Oh, sweetheart, slide them, oh, yeah, I really do want it. I want this action. Ahhh, baby, this is so nice."
The activity was moving at a convincing clip. She kept on resolutely working her tongue up and down the full length of his hard rod, driving it enthusiastically, pushing him ever closer to a state of exhilarating climax.
"Oh, yeah, work it, baby, go ahead," he sighed, "ah, you're getting me that much closer, honey. Keep working your tongue. Oh, drive it, honey, go ahead, baby, I really want you to get me there. Ahhh, yes, sweetheart, drive it, baby, ah, I'm getting closer. Suck me even faster. Play with my balls and suck my cock. Drive your tongue, sweetheart, oh, this is so good."
As she continued to work her fingers even more quickly than before against her lover's balls, Dave's whole body began to give way under the steady sucking onslaught that she was putting forth.
With vigorous determination, she had pushed him to the very brink of climax. He could feel the tremendous surge of itchiness in his testicles, and those feelings were reinforced more conclusively every time that she allowed her fingers to stab against his balls.
Resolutely Rita continued to suck his cock as well. She drove her tongue fervently up and down the full length of his long, hard stick. The faster and more sharply that she continued to guide her tongue against his erect organ, the closer that he recognized himself moving toward climax.
His body kept on determinedly wiggling. His hips flipped back and forth as she kept up her sucking, driving her tongue up and down the full length of his huge spear. All the while he was moving that much closer to the big moment that they were both anticipating.
"Pretty soon you're gonna be sucking my hot juice," Dave exclaimed happily. "You're gonna eat out every drop, sweetheart. Oh, yeah, Rita honey, can you ever suck cock. Damned what a hose job you're giving me. Just keep on moving your tongue up and down it. Just like it was a lollipop, sweetheart. That's it. Oh, just keep moving your tongue, baby. Drive it hard and fast, sweetheart. Oh, yeah, come on, baby, suck my hot dick. Oh, honey, work it, baby. Yes, oh, honey, keep it going. Suck me, honey. Ohhh, yes, you're really moving it now. You're really sliding your tongue."
A few brilliant strokes later, the hot white juice was all set to ignite out of the end of Dave's long rod.
"Just keep driving your tongue," he called out urgently, "oh, yes, you really do know how to slide your tongue, baby. Oh, honey, what a nice pace you're setting. Just keep sucking it. Oh, the juices are gonna spill, baby. You're gonna drive them out of my cock."
He angled his hips back and forth, twisting his ass cheeks so that he could provide her with every type of satisfaction. He knew that as he positioned his body in certain ways, she could attain a greater degree of leverage in her sucking.
"Just keep driving your tongue," he called out optimistically, "I'm gonna be juicing inside you, baby. Oh, you're gonna love it when those hot white gobs of juice spill out of the end of my stick. You're gonna swallow every drop, honey. Oh, yeah, you're gonna love sucking out those droplets of hot white cream. Baby, oh, honey, this is so nice."
As Dave found himself moving ever closer to climax, he reached out and ran the fingers of both hands through her hair. He fingered her hair, gasping and sighing with resolute zeal as she moved him ever closer to the point of orgasm.
"Ahhh, you're gonna eat my cream," he called out, "just keep sucking, honey, oh, pump that beautiful tongue of yours. Yes, I'm ready to juice, baby. Ahhh, there I go."
Dave held on to her hair, allowing his fingers to clutch ever so tightly against her head as the hot white cream began to shoot out of the end of his cock.
He could feel the hot itchiness in his balls as the cream kept spilling from out of him and into her waiting mouth. Dave watched with great delight as she gulped and swallowed, taking in every hot droplet of his orgasmic liquid.
"Eat it, ahhh, you're eating my cream," he sighed, "go ahead, baby, oh, cut loose, sweetheart. Swallow every droplet of my hot cream."
CHAPTER 3
As Rita lay there catching her breath after having swallowed the last few drops of Dave's hot white sperm, he looked at her with contentment and smiled.
Even though he had just unleashed a torrent of hot white pecker juice into her mound, Dave wanted to do so much more. He looked down at his lover's beautiful body.
"You know, we didn't have much in the way of preliminaries," he chuckled.
"I sucked out your ass-hole," she reminded him.
"Oh, sure, I remember that, but what I mean is I didn't get a chance to suck you. I want to work my tongue against your body."
"Go ahead, baby. Yes, sweetheart, I really want you to go and work your tongue. I love it."
Dave reached out and, with both hands, allowed them to glide over her breasts. Crisply he worked his fingers, allowing them to press ever so firmly against her tits.
"That's real nice," he said. "I love to touch your boobs, sweetheart. Yeah, oh, this is just beautiful, sweetheart."
"Go ahead, baby, clutch even tighter. Oh, do whatever you want."
"I will, honey. You know me," Dave laughed. "Let's just remember one thing. I'm in the driver's seat. I do whatever I want to you. Isn't that that right?"
"Oh, yeah, that's right."
He dept on applying his fingers ever so firmly against his lover's breasts. He let his fingers cling sharply to her tits. All the while he could feel the passions developing once more within him. His cock was good and solid, hard as a rock once more, and he knew that it would be just a question of time before he would necessarily have to get it off again.
For the moment, however, Dave was intrigued by his lover's body. He longed to move his tongue against her breasts. He let his fingers collide with her hot breasts for a few more moments, after which he let his tongue go to work on her left tit.
"I want your boob," he said, "I'm gonna take turns. First I'm gonna turn my tongue loose on your left breast, and then I'm gonna move over to your right one."
"Go ahead, baby. Yes, this will be nice."
He slid his tongue quickly over her hot left breast. Back and forth he was moving his tongue in a sliding motion, driving it spiritedly against her tit.
While Dave kept on working his tongue over her left breast, he used the fingers of both hands to clutch against her right breast.
"Oh, yeah, this I think is beautiful," she said. "You're really doing it, honey. You're moving your tongue quickly. I like those movements. Oh, yeah, sweetheart, I really dig them."
As she received the stirring tongue jolts from him, she lay back and twisted her body. She kicked her legs back and forth, developing stirring rhythm to coincide with the sharp piercing tongue strokes that Dave kept on supplying to her hot breast.
Rita continued to receive the swift, jolting tongue stabs from her lover. They lasted for a few more minutes, after which he moved his tongue from her left breast over toward her right.
"I love sucking beautiful tits," Dave said. "I'm getting you all set, baby. Once I finish with your tits, I'm gonna suck you somewhere else."
With great determination, Dave's tongue began to whiplash back and forth as he worked it against Rita's right breast. She could tell from the spirited way that he was launching into the sucking just how much he meant business. If she knew him as well as she thought, he would only continue the breast sucking for a little while longer. He was getting more and more agitated with every probing suck.
"Drive your tongue," she, called out, "oh, honey, it's so good. It really makes a girl feel great. Ahhh, I really like the way you're doing it. Keep your tongue moving, sweetheart. Yes, grind it, baby, work your tongue."
He kept up his resolute strokes, driving his tongue forward, moving it with spirited excitement as he propelled her into a greater state of anxiety.
"Keep driving it," she exclaimed, "oh, honey, this is nice."
He finally removed his tongue from her breast. Dave looked hungrily at Rita, then let his tongue drop down between her legs.
"Now I'm gonna get me a little pussy," he laughed. "I want to suck something out of your snatch."
"Go ahead, my dear," she sighed. "Oh, honey, go ahead and do it. Work your tongue."
But before Dave began launching into the pussy sucking, he wanted to receive some additional sensations. He slipped his tongue against her left creamy thigh. He always loved to get as much stimulation as he could from various parts of Rita's beautiful body. He worked his tongue forward, allowing it to collide ever so briskly with her thigh.
"Oh, yeah, that's really a good way of getting me excited," she sighed. "I get so turned on, honey. Oh, sweetheart, this really gets me there. Oh, work your tongue, my dear. Work it against my thigh. Ahhh, these movements, they're so beautiful, baby. Keep it going."
While she twisted her butt back and forth, approving of every thrusting stroke that Dave's tongue sharply made, he reached out and clutched her ass cheeks.
It felt good to Dave to grab her buttocks, holding them ever so tightly as he sucked on her leg. His tongue kept moving up and down, probing sharply as he pushed her into an ever greater state of excitement.
"Oh, I'm really itching now," she told him. "There's only so much of this that a girl can take, honey. You're really pushing me to the brink, sweetheart. Ah, I like it, baby. Yes, let's keep it going, sweetheart. Oh, what beautiful action."
Her words constituted music to Dave's ears. He enjoyed the idea of her getting carried away, of Rita commenting favorably on every bit of action that was transpiring between them.
His tongue kept up its sharp, blistering attack, moving spiritedly against her left thigh. All the while his fingers clutched her buttocks as tightly as he knew how.
When Dave made his switch from her left thigh to her right, her body thrust forward. She kept on gasping and sighing, enjoying the activity that was transpiring between them.
"Suck my thigh," she called out, "oh, honey, work your tongue. Oh, you really know how to get me excited. Keep it going, baby. Oh, do whatever you want. I'm your sex slave, baby. Oh, yeah, I really do want it. Keep it going."
He continued his tonguing efforts over her right thigh for a few more moments. At that point Dave removed his tongue from her leg, deciding that it was time to proceed onward toward her pussy.
"I want your snatch and I'm gonna get it," he told her. "I really want to eat it."
She lay back and sighed, awaiting his first thrusting movement. He drove his tongue forward, permitting it to enter inside her pussy.
Dave began slowly, but soon he was working his tongue forward, driving it as spiritedly as he knew how.
While he kept up his fervent pace, sending his sizzling tongue ever deeper into Rita's pussy, he reached out with his right hand and began to slap at her buttocks. He would slap at her left ass cheek, then move on to her right, after which he would thereupon repeat the process.
"This is nice," she exclaimed, "oh, you're really doing it for me, honey. Oh, yeah, you're moving me so close. Come on, honey, eat out my box."
After Dave had kept up his thorough tongue sucking for quite a few minutes, he removed his tongue from his lover's pussy. He permitted his teeth to begin nibbling on her clitoris. He started slowly, and soon he had her writhing and gasping, helpless under the onslaught that he was supplying.
"Hey, oh, this is too much," she exclaimed, "oh, yeah, honey, I really love this. Come on, baby, and stroke me. Oh, baby, do it, lover, I really want you to do it."
He worked his teeth convincingly against her clitoris for a few moments, then removed them and put his tongue to work on her mound.
"Go after me, oh, go after my juices," she called out impatiently. "That clit action is too much, honey. You know what it does for me. It gets me so excited, sweetheart. Oh, yeah, oh, baby, you've got to bring me off."
He moved his tongue forward, permitting it to stab and thrust against her hot mound. He kept on teasing her with his tongue movements, allowing it to wag and slide ever so convincingly and eagerly against her snatch.
"Eat out my box," she exclaimed, "oh, baby, drive your tongue."
As he kept up his brilliant tongue movements, he moved her ever closer to the point of climax. He was driving quickly, pushing her ever closer, moving her to the point of climax. He knew just how badly he needed to receive her pussy juices inside his mouth. The hungry fires were burning within him, and all the while he kept on sucking, driving his tongue with spirited determination.
"Keep moving," she sighed, "oh, yeah, honey, keep working your tongue inside my mound. Work it, baby. Oh, come on and drive it. Slide it into my mound. Oh, I've got to juice, sweetheart. Oh, honey, keep it going."
While Dave continued his determined, spirited stabs, he reached out and clutched his fingers against her ass cheeks.
He held onto her buttocks ever so convincingly, holding onto them sharply while his tongue kept on driving and stabbing ever deeper into her hot mound.
"You've just about got me there," she sighed. "Oh, yeah, honey, I'm just about to juice. Oh, keep moving your tongue, honey. Drive it into me, baby. Yes, oh, yes, yes, yes."
While Dave's fingers kept on clutching sharply against Rita's buttocks, he kept moving her that much closer, propelling her toward the big moment when her juices would begin to shoot inside his waiting mouth.
A few burning strokes later, the fires within her love pit became so pronounced that she could hold out no longer.
"I've just got to tell you, oh, I'm so close," she exclaimed. "Go ahead and swallow my juices, honey. Oh, they're gonna shoot out of there. They're gonna spill into your mouth. Oh, you've got to do it, baby. I feel these wonderful sensations. Go ahead, honey, and eat me. Oh, eat my mound, honey, go ahead, baby, come on and swallow my hot juices."
A few thrusting strokes later, the steaming white juices were set to explode from her mound.
"Ah, yes, I'm there," she said. "Come on, honey."
Her trembling fingers reached out and clutched against her lover's back. Rita sank her fingers against the small of Dave's back as he kept on spiritedly sucking, going after the droplets of pussy juice that spilled from her mound.
"Eat it, ah, you're doing it," she said happily, "baby, oh, I like the way you're working your tongue over my pussy. It's such a wonderful feeling. Oh, you're stroking so nicely, honey. This is nice, very nice, oh, keep on eating, oh. keep on stabbing. Come on. darling, oh, eat my juices, sweetheart. Yes, you can do it."
A few searing tongue strokes later, the supply of hot white juice had finished making its way out of her mound and into his mouth.
When he removed his tongue from her pussy, he felt a tremendous degree of exhilaration.
It made Dave feel good to know that he had exploded his cock juices into Rita's mouth, then had sucked out her mound.
"It always feels good after you've done something that makes you feel real proud," Dave laughed. "I really loved sucking your snatch, baby. It was quite an experience."
Dave playfully reached out with both hands, letting them slap against her ass cheeks. As his fingers crackled against her hot, firm flesh, he laughed loudly.
"Damned but I dig fucking you," he said. "You know where it's at, baby. You know damned well that I'm the boss. It's got to be that way. Isn't that right?"
"If you say so, honey."
"You'd better believe it, baby. Just as long as you listen to me, you're gonna be in good shape. I know where it's at, honey, both in and out of bed."
Rita laughed, lying back in bed and looking up at her strong, aggressive lover.
CHAPTER 4
Dave Carter was one more time pent up with anxiety.
His penis felt the same degree of throbbing desire that had been present prior to the time he had exploded it inside Rita's mouth. He reached down and worked his fingers up and down it several times, then looked over at his lover Rita and smiled.
"You get set, baby, because I want to do something daring and provocative to you," he said. "First I want inside your mouth. I want my tongue splashing against yours. I want to really dart it. We're gonna have all kinds of wild fun, baby."
"Oh, yes, honey. Go ahead. Do whatever you want."
"Let's get rolling."
He slipped his tongue eagerly forward, permitting it to dart inside her mouth. With thrusting anxiety, he worked it quickly, moving it back and forth inside her mouth.
As Dave glided his tongue inside her mouth, he reached out and ran his fingers up and down Rita's back. She could feel how sweaty they were, and knew how excited he was based upon the fact that they were trembling to such a degree.
His tongue kept on rolling, darting with savage grace inside her mouth. Every time that their tongues clashed, he felt that much more aroused. His prick was standing tall, awaiting further developments.
When Dave removed his tongue from Rita's mouth the first time, he knew that he had to have more.
"I love the French kissing," he said, "you've got a beautiful mouth, baby. I just love letting my tongue cut loose inside it."
"Oh, yes, sweetheart. Go ahead and plunge your tongue inside me again. Oh, darling, you don't know how bad I want it."
"I think I do. That wild-eyed expression in your eyes gives you away."
"Is it that obvious?"
"It sure as hell is. Let's just keep moving, sweetheart. Let's let ourselves go. I want to cut loose."
This time Dave reached out and let his fingers sink against his lover's thighs. He held onto them ever so tightly, then permitted his tongue to work its way inside her mouth once more.
He was even more eager on this occasion than he had been on the last. He kept on darting his tongue, working it inside her mouth, enjoying the excitement that was rapidly taking place between them.
When Dave removed his tongue from Rita's mouth the second time, he was all set to plunge his cock into her. He was eager to explode.
"Reach out and touch my prick just a few times," he said. "I want you to move your fingers against it. Go ahead and slide your fingers, darling. Oh, baby, go ahead and work them. Baby, ahhh, I really want it bad. Move your fingers around there, let them slide over my dick."
Quick to respond to the challenge, Rita reached out with her right hand, allowing it to glide smoothly up and down the lengthy, erect base of Dave's long instrument.
"Move your fingers around my dick, ah, that's real nice," Dave said. "Keep pumping, sweetheart. Oh, you're really exciting me, baby. This is nice. Ah, it's very nice. I love the beautiful finger movements. Yeah, oh, you're getting me so turned on."
Dave's body kept twisting back and forth as Rita's fingers worked with superb speed. The longer that she manipulated her fingers over his stiff prick, the greater the degree of anxiety that he felt throughout his whole body.
"You don't know how bad I want to fuck you," he said. "Oh, keep your fingers working, honey. Just a little while longer. Yeah, baby, ah, this is real nice. Keep your fingers working. Ah, yes, I like it. Work them even faster. Work them as quickly as you can. That's what we both need. Ah, some good old spirited excitement. Yes, honey, the finger movements are just too much. Oh, honey, let 'er rip, baby."
She continued her probing finger efforts for a few more moments, after which she quickly withdrew them from his hard cock.
"Oh, yeah, I know you want it," she said. "Go ahead, baby. Plunge your cock into my pussy. Fuck my hot snatch. I know you want it, so go ahead and do it, baby."
To accommodate Dave, Rita slid down on her back. She extended her legs, showing him her beautiful pussy.
"I'm set, I'm all ready for you, slam your prick into me," she said. "I could explode again myself. I'd like to do it with you inside my love nest."
"Come on now, honey, we've discussed this before," Dave said tersely.
"What do you mean? I know you want it. I know you want to fuck me."
"I mean, we've discussed this whole proposition before. I don't dig this idea of you telling me what to do. I control the action, honey. We've discussed this many times."
"But don't you want my pussy? I want you to fuck me there, dear. What did you have in mind?"
"This time I want to go for broke," he laughed. "I want to shove my cock inside your ass-hole."
"Come on now. That's so brutal, honey. That's one act I really don't care that much about. Especially the way you do, it. You ram your cock in me too hard. I mean, do you have to come on that strong?"
"I'll come on any way I want to," he snapped.
"Now don't get me pissed off. I want to fuck you, and my cock is about as hard as it can get. So I don't want to jeopardize my erection by getting pissed off at you. I want to slam my pecker into your ass-hole. When I tell you that I want to do something, honey, then that's just what I expect. You ought to know that by now."
"Fine, dear, I do," she said softly, "but I do wish that you would fuck my pussy. I'd really like it there. I really like to juice with your cock inside my love pit."
"Cut it out," he said, "I want it in your ass-hole. My pecker is red hot as it can get. I really want to slam it into you. I'm gonna plunge it hard, drive it into your ass-hole until I explode. So get set, honey."
She realized by that time that it would be futile to argue with Dave. He was determined to shove his cock into her anus and explode it inside her.
He reached out and grabbed Rita's legs. He clutched at them, then brought them upward until he let them come to rest against his shoulders.
"Ah, that is such a nice feeling," he said. "I've got your beautiful legs right where I want them. Now I'm gonna pump my cock into your ass-hole, baby. I'm gonna really plunge it. Ah, I'm gonna drive it inside your ass, I'm gonna really probe your ass-hole, I'm gonna fuck you until the hot pecker juices spill from my dick. Doesn't that sound good, honey, you're gonna get some dick juice."
"Try not to hurt me, darling."
"But that's half the fun," he laughed. "If I can't play the game kind of rough, then there's really no damned need for playing it at all."
While Dave's fingers resolutely clung to her thighs, he got set to plant his penis deep inside Rita's ass-hole.
"I want in you," he exclaimed. "Oh, yeah, darling. I'm gonna really plant my prick in your ass-hole. I'm gonna drive it in there, honey. Ah, honey, darling, I'm gonna juice. Yeah, honey, oh, I'm gonna fuck you hard. I'm gonna send my prick up your ass-hole. I'm gonna shoot. Yes, I'm gonna get you so excited that you're gonna juice, too."
He heaved a loud sigh, then directed his cock forward, permitting it to plunge inside Rita's hot butt.
She tensed her body, then thrust it back and forth, doing her best to comply with his wishes. She knew that he wanted her to direct her body back and forth in such a way that he would be able to penetrate her ass-hole in the best possible fashion.
"This is nice," he called out, "oh, honey, what a fucking ass you've got. Oh, this is great."
The longer that Dave stabbed his cock inside Rita's ass-hole, the deeper that he probed. He thrust his cock high and hard, allowing it to plunge ever deeper into her ass-hole. Soon he was drilling her as hard as he could, sending his penis deep into her rectum, shoving and plunging for all he was worth as he pushed himself ever closer to a dramatic climax.
"There's no way that I can keep this up for very long," he laughed, gasping between hot stabs. "I'm just too excited, baby. Oh, yeah, I'm just too far gone. I want to juice, sweetheart, oh, yeah, I really do. Oh, what a fucking ass you've got."
The longer that he ground his cock deep inside her ass-hole, the quicker that Dave began to wiggle his body. He was getting accustomed to Rita's ass-hole, and he loved the idea of shoving his cock forcefully into it, plunging it with spirited zeal until he released his juices.
"I'm just about there," he sighed, "oh, darling, I'm about to juice. Yes, baby, this is what I call a good fuck. Ahhh, yeah, oh, baby, I'm really grinding my dick into you. Ah, I'll bet you love it now."
"It hurts, but I'll still hold out," she sighed.
"I'll bet you're getting close to juicing yourself."
"I am. Even though it hurts, there's still a lot of sensation there."
"I know that. I love giving this to you, baby. Oh, yeah, what a screw. What a great fuck we're having, sweetheart. Ah, honey, baby, this is so good. I love it, absolutely love it. Oh, this is so nice.
He thrust his hips even more quickly than before, driving his cock with steely determination deep into his lover's ass-hole. Even though she was still gasping and panting in pain, she could feel herself moving ever closer to climax. Dave was always able to tell just how close she was to juicing, and it didn't surprise her that once again he was right.
"Oh, honey, I'm gonna shoot," Dave said, "how close are you?"
"Very close."
"You see. You can't withstand my fuck without having to juice, can you."
"I am getting excited."
"You're damned right you are."
Forcefully he planted his cock ever deeper into her ass-hole. He kept on grinding it forward, pumping it savagely as he moved ever closer to the big moment of orgasmic culmination.
"This is it," he said. "Oh, yeah, honey, I've got to juice. Yes, honey, oh, I've really got to juice."
The hot, forceful stabs continued as he worked his cock ever closer to the moment of climax. As he shoved it forward once more, the first few droplets of the hot white sperm began to shoot from the end of his erect cock.
"I'm there, ah, I'll bet you're close," he said.
"I'm going, yes, I'm juicing," she replied.
As the sea of hot white liquid kept on shooting from the end of his erect cock, he plunged his tongue inside her mouth.
At the very point at which his tongue was splashing against hers, the orgasmic juices reached their culmination point within Rita.
Their bodies kept threshing, twisting and turning as the juices kept shooting from them.
When Dave removed his cock from her ass-hole, he looked down at her and asked:
"Does it hurt, baby?"
"Yes, it does."
"But think of all the thrills I gave you."
"I feel like I could sleep for about twenty straight hours," she shook her head.
"I guess I'll give you that chance," Dave grinned, getting up slowly from the bed. "I've got a pretty long day of it tomorrow, honey. They want to finish up the job, so that probably means that I'll be working overtime again."
"I guess that's why you wanted to get your sex in tonight."
"That's right, sweetheart. But hang loose, you'll be hearing from me soon."
"That's the kind of a relationship it is," she nodded. "I hang loose and wait for you. Isn't that right?"
"Don't knock it, sweetheart," Dave chuckled, slapping her on the ass cheek. "It's been a pretty damn successful relationship. So don't knock success, especially ours."
She smiled at him appreciatively. Then he gave her a long firm lip kiss as he ran the fingers of both hands over her bare back and buttocks lovingly.
CHAPTER 5
In the days following Rita's sexual encounter with Dave, she began to harbor misgivings.
The thing that she resented the most was that she was being used in certain respects by Dave. When it was in his interests to have sex with her, he would get in touch with her, and drop around. But he would also stay away for lengthy periods of time, causing her to feel great loneliness and despair.
At one point, as she was having lunch with Irene, a beautiful blonde of twenty-four with whom she worked at the beauty parlor, the younger girl looked at her in a highly sympathetic light.
"I know how that is when you're with a guy like that," Irene nodded. "If you'll recall, honey, I told you I thought the guy was a bastard. I told you that a long time ago."
"You did, and I blew up at you."
"I knew that you'd get angry, and it didn't bother me because if the shoe had been on the other foot, I probably would have blown up. I went with a guy once who was very much like Dave. He thought that women should just worship at his feet, and be nothing more than subservient servants. People told me just as bluntly as I told you about this guy, and I blew my top. Well, later I went back and told everyone about how right they were. I'll tell you something, dear. I think for one thing you can use a little companionship."
"You're so right."
"I have an idea. As you know, I'm getting married next month."
"Yes, and I think he's a pretty nice guy, from what I gather from meeting him a couple of times."
"Yeah, he's a good fellow. At any rate, though, here's the situation. I have this German shepherd dog, Butch. I think I've mentioned him to you."
"Sure you have. You've mentioned him many times."
"I guess I have," she smiled. "I get carried away and start talking about him. I've forgotten how many times I've discussed him with you. He's a wonderful dog. But I have to get rid of him.
"You do? Why?"
"Get this," she laughed. "My husband-to-be is a little jealous. He figures that anybody that stands between himself and me is a competitor. It bothers him to have Butch around. He considers him competition."
"But that's absolutely crazy," Rita laughed.
"I know. Butch has four legs and he has two," she chuckled.
"So you're going to have to find Butch a new home."
"Yes, and that's where I was hoping you would come in," Irene smiled.
"You mean you want me to take the dog?"
"I'd like that very much. You see, I'd never consider taking him to the pound. I had him from the time he was a young pup. We've had a wonderful association over almost two years, and I want to see to it that he's in good hands. So what do you say, darling, would you like him?"
"I hardly know what to say."
"I'll tell you what. Why don't I just drop over to your place after work today. You'll have an opportunity to meet Butch. If you like him, if you two get along well, then he's yours. If for some reason or other you don't want him, then that's fine. There'll be no hard feelings. I'll perfectly understand. But I do have to find him a good home before I get married."
"I'll let you come over and bring him," Rita said, "but I'm not promising anything."
"That's fair enough," Irene said, finishing her cup of coffee. "I guess you'll have to excuse me now. I have a customer. It's Mrs. Benson."
"She's very impatient. You'd better not keep her waiting."
"I know. Her hair is hard to work on, too."
As Irene got up and left the restaurant, Rita began to do some tall thinking. It might help her to have somebody else around the place. For one thing, she kept reading about the crime statistics. Being a young, very attractive, single girl, she always considered herself fundamental prey for the criminally bent. If she had a dog around as a protector, then maybe she would be in a much better position.
That early evening Irene and Butch showed up at her apartment. The dog immediately took to Rita, getting up on its hind legs, then pressing its front paws against her body.
As the dog pushed against her, he began to pant and his tail started to vigorously wag.
"I can see he certainly-likes you all right," Irene laughed. "Just look at him. Isn't he a handsome young fellow?"
"He really is. But with all that energy, I don't know if I could keep up with him," Rita laughed. "Particularly at the end of a long day."
"Oh, yes, he's gonna be just fine. He's a good dog. I think you're gonna want him."
Rita said nothing at that point, but reached out and petted the dog's thick coat with her right hand. Rita recognized that she was getting very attached to the dog already.
A few minutes later she made her decision.
"All right, I'll take him," she nodded. "Do you want to leave him here with me right now?"
"I'd like that. You two can get acquainted right away. Just one thing, darling. I do hope that you'll let me come over and visit him."
"Of course I will," Rita said. "After all, he has been your dog for a long time."
"He's such a handsome fellow. I absolutely adore him. I guess maybe my fianc� does have something to worry about. With a handsome man like this around, you know how it goes. Well, I love him, but I also want a successful marriage. So I'd better just give him up."
Irene said good-bye to Butch. Rita noticed the tears in her friend's eyes as she threw her arms around the German shepherd.
A few minutes after Irene left, Rita went out and bought some dog food for Butch. She noticed how enormous an appetite he had, and laughed as he gobbled up the food.
It wasn't until late evening, however, that Rita recognized the full significance of what had happened.
She walked out of the bathroom after brushing her teeth and preparing for bed. It was a warm evening and she decided to sleep, as she often did, in her panties and bra.
The dog immediately began panting, watching her closely as she walked into the bedroom. She left the door partially open, never dreaming that the dog would enter inside her room.
All that was necessary in order for Butch to enter Rita's bedroom was to reach out with his right paw and push ever so slightly on the door, which was already open a crack. Once he pushed the door open, he began to bound inside the bedroom.
Rita had just turned out the lights and was lying on her back with her eyes closed. A few minutes later, she thought, she would be asleep, dead to the entire world.
But at that point in time her lovely new canine had other ideas. As he moved closer toward the bed, she initially heard his footsteps, then his panting.
Rita startledly opened her eyes, looking down at Butch.
"What are you doing?" she asked. "I had a place where I put you to go to sleep. I thought that's where you'd be. I'm trying to get some sleep, darling."
The dog's tail wagged with great enthusiasm. At that point he executed a nimble leap, bounding into the bed. He continued panting, watching very closely every expression on Rita's face.
Butch moved ever closer toward Rita, finally beginning to sniff around her panties.
"You nasty dog, you," she laughed. "Just what are you doing? Nice dogs aren't supposed to be sniffing around their mistresses."
At that point Rita thought about Irene. After giving the matter a few moments of thought, she came to the conclusion that perhaps there was more intended in her friend Irene's remarks than what she had realized.
She remembered thinking how ridiculous it was for Irene's fianc� to be jealous of a dog. But who knows, she thought, maybe there was a basis for that jealousy. Just maybe there was a reason why he was upset enough at the dog's constant presence to want her to get rid of it.
All the while the hot canine continued to sniff around her panties. He then let his tongue drop down toward her left thigh. He used his long red tongue to work effectively against her thigh, and the longer that he let it lap away, the better that she felt. The itchiness abounded within her, particularly in Rita's mound.
"Oh, yes, that does feel good," Rita said. "You're such a very sweet dog. Oh, I wonder if I dught to go all the way with you."
Suddenly Rita felt as if she was restrained from the joys of lovemaking. She felt that she ought to let herself go, to do something extremely provocative, to find out just what it would be like to give Butch the fun of her beautiful body.
She reached out and undid her bra, tossing it to the floor. She then allowed her fingers to drop down toward her panties. She clutched at the elastic, then moved them swiftly down her smooth, lovely legs.
Butch observed her trim ivory thighs, watching with great fascination. His tail wagged eagerly as he got his first good look at her pussy.
Just as Rita anticipated, the dog made a quick move. He moved his nose downward toward her mound. He sniffed her snatch ever so smoothly and quickly, enjoying the great satisfaction of what was transpiring between them.
"Oh, I really feel itchy," she sighed. "It's so nice feeling your nose against my mound, honey. Oh, it feels so nice and warn. What an inspiring feeling."
As Butch continued to sniff Rita's pussy, her legs began to flip back and forth. She was enjoying the attention he was providing for her.
After a few moments of sniffing, the dog reached out with his long tongue once more. This time his target was her anus. He slipped his tongue high into her ass-hole, causing her entire body to wiggle with great joy.
"Oh, honey, baby, what you're doing for me," she sighed. "You're too much, baby. Oh, yes, I like this kind of satisfaction. You're doing such a good job for me, my dear. Yes, oh, this is very nice, honey. It's a good feeling. Oh, baby, it's very good. Keep your tongue moving."
As Butch continued to thrust his tongue ever higher into Rita's ass-hole, she twisted her buttocks back and forth. She was caught within the spirit of the act. She enjoyed the fervent tongue efforts being put forward by the dog.
"You're great, honey, oh, suck my ass-hole," she exclaimed. "Keep your tongue working, baby. Oh, you're so good at it. I like what you're doing, honey."
As she kept on moving her body, the dog kept up his rapid-fire strokes. It made Rita feel good to know that he had such a long tongue. That gave him much greater latitude when it came to sucking her. His tongue kept on spinning as he drove it unceasingly inside her ass-hole, enjoying every solid stroke that he provided for her.
When Butch withdrew his tongue from Rita's ass-hole, he sniffed around her pussy once more. Rita recognized that he was getting set to plunge his tongue vigorously inside her mound.
"Drive your tongue inside me," she exclaimed, "oh, yes, my dear. I know you want it. Oh, go ahead and give it to me, honey. Suck my hot mound, baby. Oh, I really do want it, baby. Oh, go ahead, darling, and suck me. Drive your tongue, sweetheart. Oh, do it, baby, I really need for you to do it. Plant your tongue inside my pussy. Yes, honey, oh, you've just got to give it to me. You really do."
Butch was more than eager to respond to the challenge. From the very first instant that his hot red tongue made impact against her mound, she felt the brilliant movements. It made her feel a tremendous sense of excitement and exhilaration as he kept on drilling her mound.
"You sure are fast," she exclaimed, "honey baby, oh, Butch, what a tongue you've got. Are you ever giving it to my pussy. Yes, baby, oh, you really do love it. I know you do. You love my snatch. You're so hot. We're getting so well acquainted."
Rita kept flipping her body upward toward the dog, meeting his strokes head-on. He kept on stabbing her with his hot tongue, resolutely plunging it inside her mound. All the while he was pushing her that much closer to a devastating orgasm.
"Drive it hard, honey, keep on working your tongue," Rita sighed. "Oh, plant it, baby, oh, slip it in there. Drive it fast, honey. Oh, yeah, work it, darling. Slip it in my mound. Oh, make love to my hot slit, baby. Keep it moving, baby."
A few strokes later she realized just how close she was to juicing.
Rita's hips were flailing back and forth, and all the while she kept gasping and sighing as he moved his tongue forward, planting it in her mound as she drove ever closer to the point of climax.
"I'm just about there," she said, "oh, yes, honey baby, keep up the sucking. Oh, drive your tongue inside my mound, Oh, there it goes. I'm juicing, honey. I want you to eat every bit of it. Oh, baby, go ahead, do it, honey, yes, go ahead, oh, I want it."
As he finished the stroking, going after every droplet of hot juice that shot out of Rita's mound, she lay back and enjoyed the strokes. It felt much better in a certain respect to receive the tongue stabs from the dog than it had to get sucked by Dave. With the dog, everything was unrestrained yet highly spirited. There was no ego attachment at all. Just a case of a dog who wanted sex doing his job, sucking his mistress to climax.
When Butch removed his tongue from his lover's pussy, an extremely excited Rita reached out and kissed him.
"You were so good, my darling," she said, "I could hardly believe it. What a screw we had."
CHAPTER 6
When Rita looked at her canine lover, she knew that she wanted to go even further with him.
She still had the beautiful vivid memories of the sex act in her mind. She had enjoyed the solid tongue strokes that he had supplied for her. Now she wanted to do even more. She was a little fearful, but knew that she wanted more in the way of sex release from the dog.
"You know, I just wonder how far I would go with you," she said. "It means taking a chance. Anything new is taking a chance, honey."
The dog sat there on his haunches, acting as if he understood everything that his lover was saying and thinking.
Rita wondered what it would be like to receive some jolting cock stabs inside her mound from Butch. Since he had done such a brilliant job of sucking her mound to climax, just maybe he would be able to give her a good cock fuck as well.
She got down on her knees, positioned herself on all fours, just as a female dog would have.
She wanted to see how Butch would respond. It didn't take him long to react. His first move was to sniff around her ass-hole. After that he began to lick her ass once more.
"You really know how to keep a girl in a state of perpetual excitement," she sighed. "Oh, baby, can you ever suck ass. I really like the way that your tongue's moving. Ah, it's a beautiful experience."
The dog kept up its hot, spinning tongue movements for a few minutes. He kept it up until Rita turned around and looked at him.
"Stop, honey, let's go to something else now," she sighed.
She reached out and touched the top of his head. Butch got the point, removing his tongue from her ass-hole at that juncture.
Her heart pounded relentlessly as she got ready for some more action. She reached out and grabbed the dog's penis, pushing it faithfully toward her pussy.
Rita's whole body trembled, and sweat began to pour down both sides of her face. It was a tense, cold sweat. She was a little fearful about what she was doing, yet she knew that she wanted to follow through with it. She was desirous of receiving some magnificent cock stabs from the dog. She wouldn't rest easy until she actually experienced that kind of sex with him.
She kept on pushing the dog's cock forward, allowing it to enter her until it was in her all the way. At that point she heard the sound of the dog's penis locking in her pussy. It hurt like hell, but not to the point where she was about to panic. She wanted to give the dog a chance to show what he could do inside her mound.
A restless, panting Butch leaned forward. He let his paws come to rest against her thighs.
"Go ahead and fuck me, my dear," she sighed. "I'm waiting for you to do it, honey. I'm wondering what it's gonna feel like. Oh, yeah, darling, work your cock inside me. Oh, give me a nice brisk fuck."
The dog let his cock thunder forward. He plunged it restlessly and resolutely into her pussy, working his hard, lean, super-charged body back and forth.
"Oh, yeah, now you're really doing it," she told him. "Oh, honey, keep it going. Fuck my pussy. Drive it, honey, oh, I really do want it. Slide your cock, sweetheart. Oh, work it forward, darling. Oh, what a nice screw. Oh, baby, keep it going."
Relentlessly the dog kept on driving his cock forward, pushing and plunging it with great zeal, sending it stabbing ever so frequently and sharply inside her pussy.
"Oh, plant it in my pussy, drive it in my mound," she sighed. "You've got such a hard, hammer-like cock, baby. Keep it inside me. Oh, keep it driving, lover, oh, give me your hot fuck. Come on and screw me, baby. Oh, you really know how to use your cock, baby. Oh, the way you're plunging it inside me. It's such a good feeling. I love it, honey, I really do love it."
The hot, panting canine kept on asserting himself, sending his cock moving forward. He kept up his brilliant pace, driving his cock zealously inside her mound, pumping and pushing as he moved ever closer to climax.
"Keep it inside me," she sighed, "oh, keep it going, baby. Yes, plant it inside my pussy, sweetheart. I want it, lover, I really do want it."
The zealous cock stabs continued as the dog worked his way ever closer to climax. He kept on grinding and stabbing his cock inside her, pushing himself ever closer to the point of dramatic climax.
"Wow, send it into me," she exclaimed, "oh, yes, my dear, shoot off your juices. Oh, I want it, honey."
All the while Rita found herself moving that much closer to an orgasm of her own. As the dog kept on spiritedly sending his hot, thrusting tool ever deeper into her pussy, she moved that much closer to orgasm.
A few moments later, the juices began to spill from her mound. Her whole body trembled and swayed as they spilled from her.
"Keep fucking me," she sighed, "ah, my pussy juices are shooting, baby. I love what you're doing. Oh, yes, dearie, yes, Butch, what a fucker you are. Oh, you're really planting your dick inside me. You're moving ever closer, oh, honey, it's such a good feeling. Keep driving your prick. Oh, keep stabbing it inside me. I love it, honey, oh, keep it going. Yes, honey, drive it in there."
A few sturdy strokes later, the steaming white juices began to shoot from the end of the dog's cock.
As they kept on spraying, her whole body restlessly swayed once more. She was close to a second orgasm as the juices shot from Butch's dick.
"Ah, I've got to juice again," she exclaimed. "You're just too much, my baby. Oh, the way you fuck. That cock of yours is too much, sweetheart. Oh, keep it inside my mound. Oh, keep on plunging it in there, baby. Yes, honey, oh, what a screw you're giving me. It's such a beautiful fuck. It's so nice, baby. Oh, yes, so very nice."
The juices kept on spraying from the dog's peter. As the final few droplets filtered from the end of his cock, she had her second orgasm.
"Oh, yes, it's so nice to juice," she said. "You're so great, baby. Oh, yeah, honey, this is so good. What a fuck. We really had a beautiful time of it."
After Rita had had her second orgasm, she reached back and grabbed her lover's long cock. She released it from her mound, then lay back on the bed, closing her eyes.
Her handsome canine moved toward her. He began to lick her face, and as he did he started to pant all over again.
"I just don't believe you," Rita laughed.
"You can't seem to get enough, can you, darling? I can see now why Irene's fianc� was so jealous of you. If he suspected anything like this, then naturally he'd feel like he had to get rid of you. You would be too much of a threat, baby. Oh, yes, you would be, a hot young man like you, so ready to fuck."
Rita reached out and threw her arms around the dog's warm body. As he continued panting, she rolled around on the bed with him. She reached out and puckered up her lips, delivering a series of hot kisses to various parts of the dog's face.
"I love you," she said excitedly, "oh, maybe I am going nuts, Butch sweetheart, but I really dig you. Oh, do I ever love you. I really love planting my lips against you. I love throwing my arms around you, baby."
Rita was carried away to such an extent that she had a hard time believing what was happening. But there was no way she was going to let up. Just as long as those pent-up emotions were flowing through her she was going to give vent to them in every way that she could.
Her heart pounded thunderously as she kept on kissing the dog, continuing to allow her arms to encircle his warm body.
When Rita removed her arms from Butch, she realized that she might need some more action from him before she would be satisfied.
It was amazing the way that the dog had found a way to make such a definitive impact. It had hardly even taken her any time to warm up to him. One moment she was petting him, and the next moment she was engrossed in the act of lovemaking.
She patted the dog's head several times, then exclaimed:
"Do you want to fuck again, honey?"
She laughed as she observed the dog's tail wagging excitedly.
"I guess that's your way of answering me," she said. "As long as you're wagging your tail, I guess that it means that you're horny and that you want to screw. I guess that's it."
The dog continued with his tail wagging and his heated panting as she patted him some more.
CHAPTER 7
Rita's heart continued pounding and her body trembled as she got that much more carried away with Butch.
"You've got such a cute cock," she giggled.
She was beginning to feel like a carefree young girl, and instinctively she reached out with both hands, allowing her fingers to manipulate up and down the dog's hard penis.
"Oh, my, it is nice and hard," she laughed. "You're so beautiful, honey."
It gave Rita a tremendous amount of satisfaction just to know that she was exciting the dog in such a manner. She kept on pumping quickly, moving her fingers relentlessly up and down the dog's long hard dick. The longer that she came into contact with the dog's penis, the more she began to wonder if she ought to go even further.
It would have been completely inconceivable to her a short time earlier to even have sex with a dog, much less contemplate the act of oral sex with him. But as she kept on working her fingers up and down his rod, she began to anticipate the bountiful joys of working her tongue up and down his hard cock. She wondered just what it would be like to suck the dog's penis.
"I'm gonna keep working my fingers over your rod," she told him excitedly. "I love working my fingers over your dick. Oh, yes, honey, I really want it. I really love smoothly moving my fingers over your pecker."
The longer that her fingers became acclimated to the act of jerking up and down on the dog's hard rod, the more excited and infatuated that lovely Rita became. She was beginning to lose all inhibitions. She was rapidly approaching the point where she was willing to do just about anything in order to receive the proper joys of sexual satisfaction.
Her whole body was twisting rhythmically with every pumping stab that she put forward. She kept flinging her fingers, flipping them eagerly as she worked them up and down the dog's long hard stick.
"Oh, yeah, I think I'll eat you," she told him. "I'm gonna work my tongue against your rod. Oh, yes, honey, I think I'll do that. There's no reason why I should chicken out. I really want your cock, darling. Oh, yeah, it'll be such a great experience, baby. I want to really slide my tongue up and down your long stick. I want to suck your cock. I want to really suck it, baby."
After a few minutes more of restlessly allowing her fingers to maneuver quickly up and down the full length of the dog's long stem, Rita felt that it was time to get her tongue working. She would let it slide against the dog's long pecker.
"I want you," she said, "oh, yes, honey. I really want to slip my tongue against your hard rod. I really want to suck you, baby. Oh, yeah, honey, I really want it. I want to suck you to climax."
She removed her fingers from the dog's rod, then let her tongue move in a slow, tingling fashion over the tip of the dog's pecker.
The dog responded as if he had been hit with a bolt of lightning. His whole body trembled, and as he lay there, she kept on moving her tongue over the tip of his rod. With great excitement she kept up the pace, gradually accelerating, moving her tongue more quickly now over his rod.
As she kept on sucking the dog's penis, Rita became all the more restless. Soon she was able to completely let herself go, to allow her tongue to drive at a swift pace as she kept up the sucking.
Beautiful young Rita was having the time of her life. It was like being born again sexually. Whereas she had been a little cautious in the past, and had allowed Dave to completely control the scope of their sex relationship, now she was coming into her own. It made her feel good to take charge, to determine just what act or acts she would engage in with her pet German shepherd.
She worked her tongue over the tip of the dog's erect prong for a few minutes, then began to slip it up and down the full length of his entire rod. Up and down she eagerly pumped, driving her tongue, working the dog ever closer to a state of passionate climax.
"Oh, I want you," she said, removing her tongue briefly from the dog's rod. "I like it when your body shakes like that, honey. It proves one thing to me. It proves just how hot you are. It shows great excitement within you, sweetheart. I like that, baby. I really do like it. Oh, I'm gonna go back to the sucking. When I suck you this time I'm gonna keep it up until I make you juice. I want to taste your hot creamy stuff. I'll bet you've got a nice thick load waiting for me, don't you, darling?"
Rita reached out and kissed her lover once more. Then she returned to the sucking. Up and down she began to pump anew, driving her tongue fervently against the dog's hard organ.
Her head bobbed up and down and her hair flailed in the breeze as she kept up the sucking. She was pumping rapidly, projecting herself forward, moving her tongue spiritedly as she kept on driving it against the dog's stiff tool.
She was sucking for everything she was worth, continuing to move her tongue, driving it with blinding speed as she pushed the dog ever closer to the brink of climax.
A few fervent strokes later, the dog was set to unleash his hot juices inside her mouth.
He was panting as he sat there on his hind legs, ready to orgasm. His whole body was trembling wildly as she came ever closer to the point of removing the juices from his hot dick.
Several moments later the first few droplets of hot white cream shot from his cock. She gobbled with everything that she had, swallowing the voluminous load of pecker juice that sailed from the end of the dog's long instrument.
Her body trembled with anxiety. Her lips were quivering as she went after every droplet of the creamy white substance that spilled from the end of the dog's dick.
She kept up the sucking, ardently attacking every drop, swallowing the juices that were spilling eagerly from the dog's erect stick. Once that she swallowed the last few drops of his load, she removed her tongue from his cock.
"I guess it was love at first sight," she laughed. "Oh, yes, baby. We really had ourselves a great screw. Oh, dearie, we really did it. We really loved it. I can't believe all we did. You sucked my pussy, you fucked my mound, and I sucked your cock."
A few moments later Rita began to feel tired. The exciting sex action she had enjoyed with the dog had left her limp.
"Come on, honey, I'm taking you to your room," she said.
She led the dog into the hallway, then into a tiny foyer where he was supposed to sleep.
"You're in your bedroom," she laughed, "so relax, honey. I'll see you in the morning."
Rita went back to her room, but sleep did not come easily. Even though she was tired, her mind kept spinning. She kept thinking about all that had transpired between herself and the dog.
The next morning when Rita was awake, after shutting off the alarm on her clock, she had a fearful feeling in the pit of her stomach. She began thinking about the events that had taken place the night before. She had had a good deal of sex with a canine, and the longer that she thought about it, the more fearful that she became over what had happened to her.
When Rita got up and began to fix breakfast, the felt the fears within her increasing as her loving canine bolted into the kitchen. He wanted affection badly, standing up on his hind legs and barking and wagging his tail.
"I'm really in a hurry to get to work," Rita told him. "I'm sorry, Butch, but I don't even have time to pet you."
She changed her mind in that one basic respect, petting the dog just before she left for work. But even as she was petting him, she was mentally keeping her distance from the animal.
After all, she thought, she had done something very bizarre. She had had sex with the dog.
Later that same morning, her friend Irene arrived for work. Rita didn't know quite what to say to Irene. Fortunately she didn't even have the opportunity to talk to her, since they were both busy taking care of customers throughout the latter part of the morning.
Once that it was time for lunch, however, Irene walked over toward Rita and smiled.
"How about having lunch, dear?" she asked. "My treat today."
"I don't feel much like eating," Rita said, turning her head away from Irene.
"What's the problem, darling? Naturally you need something to fortify yourself. You've been working hard all morning. You had an early appointment and I didn't. You ought to be hungrier than me. Besides I said I'm buying. Let's go-"
Rita shrugged her shoulders, then left the beauty parlor with Irene.
They went to a nearby restaurant, where they had lunch. Irene could immediately see that Rita's thoughts were elsewhere.
"You haven't even talked about the dog," Irene said. "You've been acting strangely, darling. I wanted to find out from you how you liked my good man. Wasn't he wonderful?"
"He's a very nice dog," Rita said tensely.
"How well acquainted did you get with him?" Irene asked.
"What do you mean by that?"
"Come on now, darling. I told you he'd give you companionship. And I'm sure he did. Didn't you ball with him?"
"So you had that in mind for me all along, didn't you?"
"I wanted you to have some fun with him. Didn't you catch on to what I was saying? Do you think that my fianc� would have gotten jealous if he had just been an ordinary dog?"
"You pulled a dirty trick on me," Rita said, glowering at Irene.
"I did nothing of the sort. I asked you if you wanted a dog. What happened? Are you feeling guilty because you might have had some sex with him?"
"I'd just as soon not talk about it."
"Look, honey. After the way that that damned freak Dave has been treating you, I felt like you deserved something a little better. That dog was wonderful to me. There were times when I didn't have any other outlets, and he was just
After all, she thought, she had done something very bizarre. She had had sex with the dog.
Later that same morning, her friend Irene arrived for work. Rita didn't know quite what to say to Irene. Fortunately she didn't even have the opportunity to talk to her, since they were both busy taking care of customers throughout the latter part of the morning.
Once that it was time for lunch, however, Irene walked over toward Rita and smiled.
"How about having lunch, dear?" she asked. "My treat today."
"I don't feel much like eating," Rita said, turning her head away from Irene.
"What's the problem, darling? Naturally you need something to fortify yourself. You've been working hard all morning. You had an early appointment and I didn't. You ought to be hungrier than me. Besides I said I'm buying. Let's go.
Rita shrugged her shoulders, then left the beauty parlor with Irene.
They went to a nearby restaurant, where they had lunch. Irene could immediately see that Rita's thoughts were elsewhere.
"You haven't even talked about the dog," Irene said. "You've been acting strangely, darling. I wanted to find out from you how you liked my good man. Wasn't he wonderful?"
"He's a very nice dog," Rita said tensely.
"How well acquainted did you get with him?" Irene asked.
"What do you mean by that?"
"Come on now, darling. I told you he'd give you companionship. And I'm sure he did. Didn't you ball with him?"
"So you had that in mind for me all along, didn't you?"
"I wanted you to have some fun with him. Didn't you catch on to what I was saying? Do you think that my fianc� would have gotten jealous if he had just been an ordinary dog?"
"You pulled a dirty trick on me," Rita said, glowering at Irene.
"I did nothing of the sort. I asked you if you wanted a dog. What happened? Are you feeling guilty because you might have had some sex with him?"
"I'd just as soon not talk about it."
"Look, honey. After the way that that damned freak Dave has been treating you, I felt like you deserved something a little better. That dog was wonderful to me. There were times when I didn't have any other outlets, and he was just perfect. So I saw no reason why you couldn't enjoy yourself with him. I thought you deserved a treat. Don't let your hang-ups get to you, honey. It isn't worth it. When all is said and done, it all boils down to how much you enjoyed yourself. Now I'll bet you had a fine time with him, but then you began to regret it. You started thinking about all the conventions of society. Am I right or wrong?"
"No, you're right. It's just that I still don't know about it. I'm so confused. I think you ought to be able to understand why. So much happened to me so fast."
"I'm sorry if I didn't make it plain enough about the dog," Irene apologized. "He was a very handsome young fellow. I enjoyed him so much. I thought that you could read between the lines based on what I was saying. Of course, if you weren't used to anything like that before, you naturally wouldn't be subtle enough to catch on to what I was saying. I'm sorry I just didn't explain it completely. But I hope it doesn't shock you emotionally, honey. You know, if you want to just keep him as a pet, I'm sure you can. Or if that proves to be too much of a burden, you can give him away, or else I'll find him a home. I would do that for you."
"No, I really am kind of attached to him," Rita said. "It's just that I'm also confused by all of this."
"Just don't let it get to you, honey," Irene told her. "You're wise if you take things the way that I do. When it comes to balling, I don't take public opinion polls. I do what I want to do. If it really upsets you, honey, I'll be glad to discuss it with you further at any time. Or if the whole dog problem does really bother you, then I see no reason why you can't give the dog back to me. I could find him another home. I just thought you needed him."
"I guess in time I'll be all right," Rita laughed, "It's just that things are happening so fast."
"Sometimes people react that way. I know how it was the first time that I did something that most people would consider bizarre. It was a really strange set of circumstances. But I weathered the storm. You'll do the same thing."
"I appreciate your confidence."
"You're a beautiful gal. Not only that, but you know your way around," Irene told her. "You love balling just as much as I do. And I'll bet you had a wild time with Butch. Tell me now. Did't you?"
"Yes, I did."
"What all did he do to you?"
"He did quite a few things."
"I hope you let him fuck you in your pussy. He's a beautiful fuck. I like the way he grinds his hard cock. Oh, I get so horny just thinking about it. If I don't cut it out I'll be reaching under the table and playing with myself. I get that excited thinking about that dog."
"It's a real shame you had to give him up."
"I know it is, but since I had to, I couldn't have found a better girl to give him to. I really mean that, honey."
"Thank you very much."
"As I've said before, don't get shook up. In time you'll be reacting to things very calmly," Irene exclaimed.
CHAPTER 8
That evening, just after Rita had finished her dinner and was watching some television, she heard the loud sound of someone knocking at the front door.
She got up and turned off the television set. She was wearing nothing but her robe over her panties and bra. She walked barefooted toward the front door, listening to the loud, impatient knocking sounds. She was aware of who it was, based upon the manner of the knocking.
"Hang on, Dave, I'll be right there," she said loudly.
When she opened the door, a glassy-eyed Dave was standing there pouting at her.
"It took you damned long enough to answer the door," he said, stalking impatiently inside her apartment.
Immediately she was able to detect the liquor on his breath. She observed the redness in Dave's eyes. There was a tense impatience there. It was one of his drunken moods, where he had first become intoxicated, then had wanted a quick screw.
"I haven't seen you in quite awhile," she said.
"Ah, I've been getting a little bit of ass elsewhere," Dave chuckled. "That shouldn't bother you, honey, just as long as I've got enough left for you."
"I was under the impression I was your girl."
"Of course you are, darling, but we men are built a little differently than you women. We need it more often. I need a little nooky elsewhere, baby. Surely you can't hold that against a guy."
At that point Butch, having heard the commotion, moved quickly from the foyer into the living room, looking up at Dave.
"Where the hell did that dog come from?" Dave asked.
"I didn't get a chance to tell you. That's my new pet. His name's Butch."
"Ah, my God. I don't want a dog around here."
"You don't live here, darling. I do. I happen to like him."
"Where did you get him."
"My girl friend Irene gave him to me."
"You mean that blonde you work with."
"That's right."
"That lousy little stuck-up cunt," he growled.
"Don't talk about my friend in that way. I happen to like her."
"I tried to put the make on her once. She acted so damned uppity."
"She's going steady. As a matter-of-fact, she is now engaged."
"What the hell difference should that make? I'm a sexy guy. She should have wanted to roll with me in the hay anyway. People get so uptight about morals and all. I'll bet she's done some wild things, too. Why couldn't she do some of them with me?"
"I don't know. I don't care to stand around here talking about Irene."
"I agree. I obviously didn't come here to do that either. Come on, baby, let's go in the bedroom."
Butch looked at Dave strangely as he took
Rita by the arm and led her into the bedroom.
"The damned dog acts like he's jealous or something," Dave shook his head. "What do you mean getting a dog without asking me?"
"I didn't think that it made any difference to you."
"Well, it does. I don't want some damned nosey dog around here while I'm screwing you."
Dave slammed the bedroom door, forcing Butch to remain outside.
"Maybe we'll have a little privacy now," he said. "Go ahead, baby, get your clothes off."
As Dave began to remove his clothes, Rita plopped down on the bed. And then she quickly removed her robe, then unsnapped her bra straps, removing her bra. Her fingers moved down toward her panties, sliding quickly against the elastic, then down her smooth, creamy legs. Dave's cock hardened noticeably as he watched her strip.
"You've got a beautiful body, honey, and I'm sure as hell gonna give you some hot action."
She could tell by the way that Dave was undressing just how anxious he was for sex. She hated to face the fact that he was in one of his animalistic moods. When he was that way, she didn't really like making love to him at all.
He was more like a wild beast than a man.
Once that Dave removed his shorts, he reached out and stroked his cock proudly several times.
"I really love pumping on this lovely piece of meat," he chuckled. "I've really got the nicest prick around, baby. I really love running my fingers over it. But I like fucking with it even better."
Dave threw his huge body downward into the bed, He almost broke the springs he landed with such loud impact. He stretched out his legs, allowing his cock to come to rest just above his lover's breasts.
"I think I'll do a little tit fucking before I go on to anything else," Dave said.
He shoved his cock downward, permitting it to slide back and forth over his lover's left breast. Back and forth he manipulated his body, throwing his cock into high gear, enjoying the fervent strokes that he rapidly delivered to her breast.
"That's what I call a tit," he laughed. "Oh, yeah, honey, I think I'll ride you buckin' bronco style. That's what I'm gonna do."
While his penis kept on fervently sliding over his lover's tit, Dave reached out and clutched his fingers against her ass cheeks. He held onto them ever so tightly, then reached out and began slapping at her buttocks. He let his hands clash sharply enough with her skin to cause it to redden. Even though he hurt her with his solid slaps, he enjoyed the activity so much he wasn't about to stop. Rita knew better than to even ask him.
"You're my little doggie," he laughed, "oh, yeah, honey, I like playing this buckin' bronco game. This is what I really dig. Ah, honey, this is really action. It's beautiful action, baby. There's nothing like it."
He kept on plunging his cock relentlessly against her tit. He kept it up for a few more minutes, after which he switched to her other breast.
With superb speed and devastating passion, he plunged his cock deep against her breast. All the while he was feeling a great measure of excitement.
"Ah, yeah, this I like," he said. "This is a good warm-up, baby. Just wait until I stick my cock inside you. Oh, yeah, honey, tonight I'm gonna really do it. I'll really ride you. I was sitting around this bar, having some drinks, bragging to the guys. I told them that most of them would be going home either to their wives or to beat their meat, but I had me a gorgeous little chick who would do anything that I wanted her to do. And she'll do it any time and any way I want it. Oh, yeah, honey, I really dig this."
He turned his cock loose from her breast. Resolutely Dave plunged his penis forward, allowing it to move toward her mouth.
"I want to fuck your hot mouth," he said. "Oh, yeah, sweetheart, I'm gonna really drive it in there. I'm gonna throat fuck you, baby. I'm gonna fuck your mouth so hard that my prick's gonna come out the other end of your head. That's how hard I'm gonna screw you. Ah, baby, this I'm gonna love."
Rita was fearful about the way that he was going to screw her, but she knew better than to say anything to him. She decided to just lie back and accept the consequences. At that stage of the game, she knew that that was all she could do anyway.
Dave thrust his sturdy cock forward.
"Open your mouth, honey, open it real wide," Dave said. "I'm gonna slam my pecker into you. Oh, yeah, darling, I'm gonna really make music with this hot stick of mine. Ah, baby, we're gonna really make hay. We're gonna make hay in the hay. Ah, I'm gonna slam my dick inside you."
She no sooner opened her mouth than Dave plunged his hot meaty stick deep inside her mouth. She gulped hard as he shoved his penis all the way into the base of her throat. He kept on relentlessly plunging his cock back and forth, driving it stirringly inside her mouth.
While Dave continued his sustained penis assault inside Rita's mouth, he reached out and clutched at her thighs. He held onto them ever so firmly, holding on tightly, causing her to feel great pain.
"Ah, I dig this," he said, "I really love this fucking, honey. Yes, this is what I call a throat fuck, baby. Ah, honey, baby, this is so nice. I'm gonna keep stabbing your mouth with my hot stick. Oh, lover, this is great. Baby, ah, this is so nice. Ah, I just love this. I really love stabbing your mouth with my hot prick. Oh, baby, I'm gonna keep it up."
Dave continued to let his fingers clutch greedily against Rita's thighs. He held onto them more tightly than ever, stabbing her with his hot dick, propelling it ever forward, driving it into the base of her throat.
Rita hated the fact that she couldn't breathe. He was showing no mercy, relentlessly attacking her with his cock, plunging it back and forth.
"I'm gonna explode my juices inside your mouth," he told her. "Oh, yes, honey, this is what I call a good hot fuck. I'm gonna drive it into you until I juice. Honey, oh baby, this is so nice. Go ahead, darling, get ready to receive my juices. They're gonna spill out of the end of my prick. Oh, baby, they really are. I'm gonna enjoy every bit of it."
With lightning determination he kept on thrusting his hot rod ever deeper into her mouth. He could feel the hot itch intensifying in his balls, and he knew that in just a matter of moments the stirring white juices would commence to spurt from the end of his hot pecker and into her mouth.
"Here I go, oh, I'm just about ready to juice," Dave said. "This is so great, honey. Oh, yeah, I really love this screw. I really love fucking you, baby. Ah, the juices are gonna shoot. Ah, there they go."
She gulped hard as the flood tide of semen began to spill from the end of his rod and into her mouth.
She choked on it several times. It bothered Rita that she was unable to breathe, but Dave just kept laughing, shoving his cock ever deeper inside her mouth.
"This I like," he said. "This is a beautiful experience, baby. Oh, yeah, honey, I really do dig it. This was great. Ahhh, the hot white stuff is spilling out of there. This is so nice. What a great sensation. Oh, it's so beautiful, it's so wonderful, I really love it. Oh, baby, I really do love it."
A few moments later Dave removed his still hard dick from Rita's mouth and his fingers from her thighs.
"I think I'll go out and fix myself a drink," he laughed.
As Dave got up from the bed and began walking toward the door, Rita exclaimed:
"I don't feel like any more sex tonight. You really did it to me this time. I can hardly even talk."
"I just gave you a throat fuck. There's no reason for you to get hoarse just for that. Is your mouth that sensitive?"
"It really is--. Particularly where you're concerned. I'm really getting sick of this, Dave. There's no concern for me at all. You jumped down my throat for getting a dog. You tell me that you ought to be able to do anything you want. Then you just ram your cock down my throat and slap my ass cheeks. You do anything you feel like."
"That's what it's all about," he growled loudly.
As Dave opened the door, he found himself confronted squarely by Butch. Butch had been sitting just outside the door, and as he observed a frustrated look on his mistress's face, he looked at Dave and growled.
"Get this damned mongrel out of my way," Dave exclaimed. "I want to get a drink."
"I guess he doesn't like the way you're treating me," Rita laughed.
It gave Rita a tremendous thrill to know that Dave was feeling her upper hand for once. Her dog would respond to her command and her command alone. It was up to her to save Dave's skin.
"I feel like kicking that dog's damned teeth in," Dave said.
"Well then why are you trembling, honey? I get the feeling you're afraid of Butch."
All the while Butch continued to growl, showing Dave his teeth.
"He doesn't like you," Rita laughed. "You'd better put your clothes on and leave, honey."
Dave turned quickly toward Rita. His face was ashen with anger.
"If I leave here now, I'll never come back," he told her.
"Is that a threat or a promise?" she laughed, "You know, that's about the nicest thing you've said to me. Can I have that in writing?"
"You little bitch."
At that point Dave made a move toward Rita.
Before he could do any more than take two steps, however, a growling Butch moved quickly toward him.
"Get that goddamn dog away from me," Dave said tremblingly, backing up cautiously toward the wall.
"Down, boy," she smiled at Butch. "He knows his place. Thanks to you, that is. We'll give him a chance to get dressed and get his ass out of here, just as long as he promises never to come back."
"I won't forget this," Dave said in a subdued tone, beginning to put his clothes back on.
His hands were still trembling as he put on his shorts.
"You think you're real smart right now, but you'll be missing me," he hissed.
"No way," Rita chuckled. "I don't need you."
CHAPTER 9
The next day at work, Rita decided to take Irene to lunch.
She was anxious to tell her all about her breakup with Dave. She knew how little Irene thought of him, and was certain that it would please Irene greatly to know what had happened.
She explained the story in full detail, right up until the final episode in which her protector Butch had frightened Dave, forcing him against the wall.
"That's the greatest thing I ever heard," Irene chuckled, slapping her hands happily. "That's a good one. Didn't I tell you Butch would be a great protector?"
"You did, and he has been."
"I'm glad he came through. That Dave was a son-of-a-bitch. I never met a more egotistical bastard. I'll never forget that time he tried to put the make on me."
"He mentioned that last night. He was upset over the fact you wouldn't give him any action."
"Why the hell should I? You know, even if I hadn't been going steady, it still wouldn't have made any difference."
"He just wasn't your type?
"He acted like any woman owed it to him to spread her legs whenever he said to. As far as he was concerned, we were a world full of gals with peanut butter legs, legs that spread with no trouble at all. He really pissed the hell out of me when he came on that strong that time. I knew how to handle him. I wasn't going to let him get to first base, and I knew that would get him real mad."
"And it did."
"You bet your sweet little ass it did, honey," Irene laughed. "You know, this might sound like a strange request, but I certainly would like to come over to your place this afternoon when we both get off work. I'd like to see Butch. My boyfriend is working late tonight, and I won't be seeing him at all. He's been keeping me pretty busy lately, so this is the first chance I've had to break loose of his hold. I'd really like to see Butch."
"I suppose that would be all right. Just what do you have in mind? I mean, aside from seeing him, that is?"
"I think you know."
"You want to ball with him?"
"That's right."
"I thought that you'd reached the point where you were going to give him up."
"You know, that was my thought. I guess I probably will have to give him up in time. Getting married and all. But as for right now, I'd love nothing more than coming over to your pad and balling with him. How about it, honey? As a matter-of-fact, you can ball with him, too. I'd kind of like to watch you two going at it, provided you don't mind. I've got a little of the voyeur in me. As I said, I'm the kind of girl who really-likes to find out all about sex that I can. Who knows. You might be doing things with him that I hadn't even thought of doing."
"No, we've been hitting the basics," Rita laughed. "If anybody is gonna get taught, it would be me from you."
"Be that as it may, I'd sure like to drop over after work."
"Fine. I'll fix a pitcher of Martinis for the occasion."
"That sounds better yet," Irene laughed. "You're such a sport, honey. You know, I didn't say much, but I'll tell you something right now. I'll level with you all the way. I was a little bit fearful about getting involved in sex for you with Butch. I kept wondering if you were the right girl to take care of him. It's quite an adjustment for a girl to make. Particularly quickly, all at one time. But I had a feeling all along that you'd just be fine for him. I'm happy to see how right I was about this."
"You certainly were."
"What I mean is I've got to admire you for making such a quick adjustment. A lot of chicks let their hang-ups get to them. Oh, you were bothered for a little while, but you came on strong. I'm sure you're not bothered with anything like that any more, are you?"
"No, I'm not. I'm having too much fun fucking him."
"Right on, sweetie. Fine. Then I'll see you over there right after work."
As soon as her last appointment had been gotten out of the way, Rita got into her car and drove straight home.
Her handsome canine companion Butch wanted lots of affection. She got the distinct impression that he wanted her to fuck with him right away. But she couldn't do that.
"You get out of my way, darling," she said soothingly, stepping around the dog in the kitchen. "I've got to fix some Martinis for your former mistress. She's gonna come over here, honey, and she's very horny. She's gonna give you one whale of a fuck. Just you wait until she arrives."
As Rita began to fix the Martinis, she observed the dog's behavior. He strutted nervously around the room, wagging his tail, barking every now and then. He had an erection and Rita found herself being tempted so many times to at least reach out and touch it. She rejected such temptation, however, deciding that it just would not be the right thing to do. After all, what was paramount was to get things in order for Irene. She would have been bitterly disappointed if Rita had begun the sex activity without her.
A few minutes after Rita finished fixing the Martinis, she heard a knock on the door.
She opened the door and let Irene in.
Irene burst into laughter as Butch, immediately recognizing her, dashed from the kitchen into the living room, throwing himself up on his hind legs and pressing his front paws against her dress.
"Wow, is this guy every ready!" she laughed. "You missed me, honey. I'm glad you still recognize me. With a beautiful girl like this around, I thought maybe you would forget even who I was. Oh, this is so nice, honey. It's so great to be around you again."
While Irene petted her lover, getting reacquainted with him, Rita walked into the kitchen. She picked up the pitcher of Martinis and carried it, along with two glasses, into the living room. She poured Martinis into each glass, then sat down on the sofa, watching as Irene continued to caress and hug the dog.
"Oh, Butch, honey, you've still got that nice beautiful cock," she said. "Do I ever want to fuck you, honey. Oh, you know, just being around you makes me want to take off my clothes."
Rita thought her friend was only speaking figuratively rather than literally. But she soon found out how little she actually knew about
Irene's motivations.
"I am gonna take off my clothes, honey, I know that you expect me to," Irene said.
The gorgeous, statuesque young blonde turned and looked at Rita, winking at her.
"I hope you don't mind if I act fast," she said.
Rita took her first sip from her glass, watching as Irene quickly began to remove her dress. Rita could tell from the excited manner in which Irene was undoing the buttons of the dress just how aroused she was.
She undid the buttons, then began to slip the dress quickly down her sleek form.
When her hips began to wiggle with vigorous glee, Rita found herself watching the activity more closely. She was beginning to wonder just why she was that eager to observe Irene taking off her clothes, but it held a great deal of mystification ftr her.
"I'm gonna get naked for my baby," Irene laughed. "Oh, yes, Butch honey, I'm gonna get naked, have enough Martinis to get pleasantly smashed, then fuck the ever-lovin' hell out of you. Or, better yet, maybe I'd better say get the living hell fucked out of me by you."
Once that Irene stepped out of her dress, she revealed her beautiful semi nude body to both
Butch and Rita. Rita could see the beautiful texture of Irene's ivory white skin which shone radiantly against the backdrop of the living room lighting.
She reached behind her and undid her bra straps, removing her bra, then allowing it to drop down toward the rug on top of her dress.
"Now my tits are free," Irene laughed.
After she had removed her bra, Irene began to dance spryly around the room. Her body began to twist and turn, and Butch watched her all the while, observing her with a horny expression on his face. His tail continued to wag and his erect penis was never more evident.
"I always do this for him," Irene chuckled girlishly. "I put on a really nice dance for him. I suggest that you do the same thing, Rita honey. It really turns him on. Just look at the way he's looking at me. And will you look at the way his tongue's hanging out of his mouth. If he's not horny then I'll put in with you. Damned but that dog is excited. He knows a good thing when he sees it. He digs my body. He digs yours, too. Just give him a little extra show like what I'm doing right now and you'll really turn him on."
Even though Irene was talking loudly enough, Rita could barely hear a word she was saying. She was enraptured in the act of just watching Irene. The longer that her eyes fastened toward Irene's lovely body, the more she began to admire it.
Irene's hips would wiggle with just the proper amount of seductive grace. Rita observed her firm, trim buttocks, and looked forward to the moment at which Irene would remove her panties.
A few moments later, after she had gone through her devastating dance paces, Irene let her fingers move quickly downward toward the elastic of her panties. She held onto the elastic, smiling at Butch, taunting him all the more.
"I'm gonna pull my panties off, baby, and then you're gonna see me completely nude," Irene said. "Oh, yes, honey. You're gonna love it, baby. You really are. Ah, I'm gonna spread my legs for you, darling. I'm gonna do it pretty soon. You're gonna suck my pussy. Sure you are."
Rita kept watching closely as Irene reached out and clutched at her panties, moving them down her legs. She held onto the elastic ever so tightly, gliding the panties with smooth, rhythmic enthusiasm.
"Oh, yeah, I know you love watching this," Irene told Butch. "Just look at my panties, honey. They're really moving down my legs, baby. Oh, yeah, you're gonna see my cunt. Now you're gonna see it, darling."
As Irene wiggled her hips suggestively and continued moving the panties down her legs, Rita carefully observed the patch of vanilla pubic hair. She found that her heart was beating more rapidly than before. She was trying to compose herself. Rita began feeling a little guilty, wondering just what was happening to her. Could she be turning on with Irene? The thought of it was so strange. Of course, she thought, probably no stranger than had been the case when she had turned on with Butch.
Irene stepped out of her panties, then reached down with her right hand and stroked her pubic mound ever so slowly. As her fingers worked their way around her snatch hairs, Butch sat back on his hind legs and allowed his tongue to roll around his mouth.
"Oh, yes, you really are getting excited," Irene laughed. "I hope you don't mind, honey, if I let him suck my snatch first. I mean before having my first drink. I really didn't intend it that way. He just turned me on to the point where one thing led to another. At first I wasn't going to take off my clothes. Then I decided to do that. And after I got my clothes off, well, that set up a whole new situation. Now I feel like I really need for him to lick my slit. You're not gonna mind, honey, are you?"
"I'm not gonna drink all the Martinis, if that's what you mean," Rita laughed. "No, go ahead, honey, and spread your legs for him. You want it and he wants it. You two have been apart for a little while, so this is like a homecoming."
"I'm glad you understand," Irene nodded, "that's exactly the way I think of it. I really need him. This young man is so hot, so eager, so ready to supply me with every kind of beautiful satisfaction."
Rita watched as Irene allowed her beautiful naked body to slide ever so slowly downward toward the rug. She got a look at the gorgeous blonde's superbly constructed buttocks. It was firm and tight, the skin taught. In addition, Rita couldn't help but observe how beautiful Irene's breasts were. They held together just as firmly as did her ass cheeks.
Irene kept lowering her body until she was lying on the rug. She spread her legs widely, then reached between them once more and maneuvered her fingers around her mound.
"Come on, hot lips, and start sucking my pussy," she laughed. "Oh, honey, you're the man with the golden tongue. Use it on me, sweetheart. Come on, Butch, and give me those beautiful movements that I've come to expect from you. You can suck so beautifully, baby. Oh, yeah, I want you to do it. Go ahead, darling, work your tongue around my mound. Eat my pussy."
The dog quickly slipped his tongue between his lover's legs. He wasted no time in putting it to work against her snatch. As he manipulated it around her warm, inviting mound, she immediately began to react.
Irene's steaming body began to twist and contort itself as she twisted and turned on the rug. It was evident to Rita from the first glance just how much her friend wanted to be sucked by Butch.
"Keep your passionate tongue moving," she sighed, "oh, darling, keep it twisting. Yes, I've got all this delicious pussy juice for you. I'm gonna spill it all into your mouth. Ah, baby, I really am. You've just got to swallow every drop of it. You've got to go after it, to swallow every drop of it. You've got to go after it, baby. Drive your tongue quickly. Oh, keep it moving, baby. Let's really drive it. Let's really keep it going. Ah, honey, come on, baby, and suck me. Ah, drive your tongue."
The more urgent that Irene sounded, the greater the degree of emergency that her tones took, the quicker and more restlessly her lover Butch commenced to suck her mound.
Pretty soon he was driving his tongue deep into her hot moist gash, seeking to extract every droplet of juice that would spill from her.
"Keep your tongue twisting," she sighed, her body continuing to restlessly and relentlessly move back and forth. "Oh, yeah, darling, you're doing it, baby. Oh, yeah, keep sucking me."
The dog's eager tongue continued unabatedly. The faster that he twisted it, the quicker in turn that her body sharply maneuvered back and forth in response to his hot stabs.
It was evident to Rita that Irene couldn't withstand much more in the way of that kind of torrid sucking. She was only too well aware that Irene was on the threshold of juicing.
"Here it goes," Irene sighed with exhilaration.
At that point the spirited juices began to spill from Irene's mound. They shot like a thunderbolt into the mouth of the affectionate dog, who gobbled with everything that he had, going after the hot, savory liquid.
"Oh, yes, darling, you really sucked me," Irene sighed. "Oh, it's so good unloading in your mouth, my sweet. Yes, oh, what a suck you are, baby. What a succulent, gorgeous suck."
The dog released his tongue immediately from Irene's mound. It was apparent immediately to Rita that Irene was far more relaxed. She no longer had that tense expression on her face that had been there prior to the suck.
CHAPTER 10
Irene slowly got up from the rug, petting her canine lover affectionately on top of the head.
"That was great," she said. "I'm ready for that Martini now, darling."
"Sit right down and join me," Rita smiled. "It's all ready."
It made Rita feel uncomfortable sitting next to Irene. Every time that she peered at her naked breasts, she felt the urge to reach out and touch them.
She finally recognized that she was only kidding herself in trying to make it appear that she wasn't attracted to Irene. It then became a question of whether she would tell Irene exactly what she thought of her. Of course, conversely, she had no idea as to what Irene thought about the concept of lesbian sex.
Rita quickly thought back to those few brief, transitory experiences that she had with girls. She recalled two instances in high school, one of which took place at a slumber party. She and a girl friend had begun admiring each other's breasts. They ended up caressing each other's tits. She remembered how she had orgasmed that evening, then had tried to dismiss the consequences of the act. She attributed the act to nothing more than reflex. Her last year in high school, however, she had gone so far as to engage in a sixty-nine with a girl friend. She had tried to dismiss that instance afterwards, using the excuse that the two of them had had too much wine to drink.
She then recalled the third such experience in her life. That she had also attempted to dismiss. It had occurred some three years earlier. A girl she had worked with had been absolutely wild about her. She finally enticed Rita one afternoon to go to her place. On that occasion, she'd begged Rita to allow her to suck her to climax. Rita recalled how she had felt tinges of emotion toward the girl, but how she had suppressed those feelings. She had laid back and permitted the girl to suck her to climax, but had said nothing about wanting to reciprocate in kind.
Her emotions were seeking to burst forth like a violent storm in the night. She wondered if she ought to tell Irene just how much she thought of her.
Even though Irene was pretending not to observe anything out of the ordinary, she could see the admiring glances that Rita was sending her way. She would turn her head, giving Rita the opportunity that she sought. She was able to observe Rita out of the corner of her eye, noticing the admiring glances that Rita would send her way.
The girls promptly finished the Martini pitcher. They drank quickly, and as Irene gulped down the last few droplets from her glass, she looked over at her girl friend and smiled.
"Why don't you get your clothes off, honey," Irene grinned. "It's time to go into the bedroom."
Rita jumped immediately to her feet. As if she had been waiting for nothing more than one cue, she began undressing quickly. She rivaled her friend Irene for speed, quickly climbing out of her slacks, then removing her blouse.
She stretched out on the rug, tackling her garter belt next. Her fingers were moving with such trembling rapidity that she quivered several times as she undid the garters. But finally she removed the garter belt, after which she went to work on her underwear.
"You really do look sexy," Irene laughed. "You're so cute, baby. When you get hot you're every bit as horny as I am, and that's saying quite a bit. Indeed you are, dearie, that's a good sign. I can see that Butch is gonna get plenty of action from the two of us."
As Rita completed the act of removing everything, Irene quickly made a break for the bedroom.
"Follow me, dearie," she winked, "I'm really anxious to jump into bed."
Butch darted immediately after Irene. The two of them entered the bedroom.
Rita got up quickly from the rug, walking into the bedroom to join Irene and Butch. As she entered the room, Irene was already lying in the middle of the bed. She couldn't have looked more beautiful, Rita couldn't help but think, just reclining ever so relaxedly on the sheets, her legs spread, her ass tilted upward ever so slightly.
"Come on," Irene motioned to Rita. "I want to share the bed with you."
As Rita slipped into bed with Irene, she couldn't help but wonder what would happen next. Just maybe Irene meant something significant by that remark about sharing the bed. Of course, she realized that it might not have meant anything more than the fact that the two of them would be taking turns having sex with Butch.
As Rita slid her beautiful body into bed, Irene's eyes widened with approving desire.
"Are you ever built," she said, "you know, honey, I've been wanting to tell you this for a long time. I love you. I really do. I want to fuck you. Butch has brought us together, baby, and now I'm gonna show you just how much in the way of passion I can give you."
"Oh, baby."
"Yes, darling, I'm really hot for you."
Rita watched as Irene moved toward her. The overpoweringly lovely blonde threw her arms around Rita, then allowed her tongue to move forward.
Just as Rita's tongue began to make contact with Irene's mouth, Butch executed a nimble leap inside the bed.
Rita could hear Butch panting as he watched the action that was developing between Rita and Irene.
Lovely Irene kept on allowing her tongue to spin and dart as it came into perpetual contact with Rita's tongue.
Soon Rita's body was completely losing control of the situation, spinning and sliding as the gorgeous blonde continued to dominate the action.
While Irene breathlessly let her tongue cut itself loose inside Rita's mouth, she reached out with both hands and clutched at Rita's hair.
It felt good to have Irene both running her fingers through her hair and allowing her tongue to move dazzlingly against hers. The longer that the activity continued, the better that Rita felt about everything that was happening. She had been a fool to deny her feelings, she thought. If she wanted to ball with a woman, she should do it. She remembered that occasion when she wanted to suck another girl's twat, but had refrained from doing so. This time, she vowed silently as Irene kept twisting her tongue inside her mouth, she would do precisely what she wanted. She wouldn't give a damn as to what conventions of society would dictate. Everything would be predicated upon her own pleasure syndrome.
When Irene finally came up for air, removing her tongue from Rita's mouth, she looked at Rita and smiled.
"I'm glad you don't have any hang-ups about me fucking with you," she said. "How many times have you made love to a woman?"
"Three or so."
"You haven't had nearly as much experience at it as I have, darling, but you act like you're every bit as up on things as I am."
"I really like the way you Were working your tongue."
"You know, I can work it in places other than your mouth. For one thing, I'd like to suck your tits. They look absolutely gorgeous."
"You're welcome to do anything you want with them, honey. You can finger them, you can suck them. But just get it on fast, baby, because I'm just too excited."
"So am I. I guess it's time for us to swing into orbit once more," Irene laughed.
Rita was thrilled as Irene reached out and cupped her fingers around her thighs.
"What gorgeous legs, oh, it feels good," Rita heard Irene exclaim. "It's so great to touch you, honey. And I'm gonna turn my tongue loose right now. Am I ever gonna suck your hot tits. You're gonna love it, honey. You're gonna really love the movements. Oh, baby, I'm gonna really plunge my tongue against them."
She moved her tongue forward, allowing it to collide with Rita's left breast. All the while Irene continued to hold on ever so tightly to her lover's thighs.
"Baby, oh, the tit sucking is too much," Rita complimented Irene. "Oh, you're so good at moving your tongue. That's so nice, sweetheart. Oh, yes, baby, you're very good. Oh, suck me, sweetheart. Ahhh, darling, this is so good."
Back and forth Irene continued to resolutely plunge her tongue against Rita's left breast. The longer that she kept up her spirited stabs, the better that she enjoyed it. She held onto Rita's thighs, clinging to them tenaciously as she kept up the blistering tongue movements.
A few moments later Rita felt Irene remove her tongue from Rita's breast. She let it maneuver over toward the other breast, where she worked speedily.
"Oh, what dazzling tongue movements," Rita sighed. "Just keep on working, baby. Oh, drive your tongue, darling. Yes, keep it going, honey. Oh, yeah, baby, work your tongue. Oh, keep it moving."
A spirited Irene kept up the passionate stabs for the next few minutes. She could feel the tidal waves of excitement continuing to develop between her legs.
CHAPTER ll
The longer that Irene kept up her dazzling tongue movements, the hotter she became.
She was hopeful that Rita would not mind sucking her mound. She was envisioning a blistering sixty-nine, one unlike anything she had ever experienced before in her life. She had known other women that she had loved, but none of them had turned her on physically nearly as much as Rita was doing at that very moment.
When Irene released her tongue from Rita's breast, she looked at her and sighed: "I want to suck your pussy."
"Yes, darling, I'm ready for it."
"I hope that you can do the same for me. How about some sixty-nine action, sweetheart."
"It sounds beautiful."
"That's so good. I'm glad you don't have any ridiculous hang-ups about this."
"No, certainly not with you. I used to. The hell with hang-ups."
"That's the same way I feel," Irene nodded resolutely. "Now all we have to do is contain Butch while we're going through the suck."
"We'll just tell him that he'll have to wait like a gentleman. But he'll get his later."
"He certainly will," Irene laughed, reaching out and petting Butch.
The dog was sitting on his hind legs right next to the bed. He was awaiting the signal to pounce into bed with them. He was confident that it would be forthcoming within a short period of time. But in the meantime, the dog could play the role of the voyeur, watching the two beautiful girls as they made love to each other.
At that point Irene was panting and ready to project herself forward.
"I want your ass-hole," she announced. "I want to slip my tongue inside it."
"I just love being rammed. Particularly by a beautiful wild, uninhibited girl like you."
"I think that one good turn deserves another, my dear," she pointed out softly. "Let's just get into position and rim each other."
"That does sound groovy."
As Rita watched Irene manipulate her smooth, trim thighs into position, she couldn't help but feel a tense restlessness. She wanted to suck Irene, to do everything she could to make her happy. Every time she observed her creamy, lovely skin, and noticed the tightness of it, she felt that much more eager. She looked down at the blonde, enticing mound that she would be sucking very shortly. But before that happened, she knew that she would get m some conscientious ass licking. She would keep up the beautiful sucking tempo, matching her lover on a stroke-for-stroke basis.
Since Irene was much more experienced in the art of female lovemaking, Rita decided that she would let her act first. After she observed how Irene was going at it, she would then spring into action.
Enticing Irene thrust her tongue forward, letting it project itself toward Rita's ass-hole.
"Gome on and suck ass," Rita sighed, "you don't know how bad I need it, baby. Oh, I can admit it now. I've been eyeing you practically all night. Oh, was I ever excited when I saw you getting your mound sucked by Butch. I watched your beautiful body as it kept flipping around on the rug. Oh, honey, I really want you."
The words that Rita uttered were music to Irene's ears.
She slipped her tongue ever so slowly inside Rita's ass-hole. She wanted to tickle her lover's anus with slow, rhapsodic movements, letting the activity develop in a slow, flowing fashion-
The first time that Rita felt Irene's tongue sink deep inside her ass-hole, she flipped her hips back and forth. She enjoyed what was happening. The action was developing quickly.
"Oh, yes, that's good sucking," Rita exclaimed. "I love the way you're tonguing me, lover. Oh, yes, keep your tongue working."
All the while Rita continued to watch Irene. She wanted to observe her carefully, discovering just how it should be done, the best possible way of getting somebody turned on.
While Irene kept up her hot ass licking, she reached out with both hands. She allowed her fingers to glide up and down her lover's legs. The longer she clutched at them, the better that she enjoyed it.
"Oh, sweetheart, you're really doing it," Rita said. "I've got to start sucking you now. Oh, yes, you're moving your tongue more quickly now. That's nice. Oh, I really enjoy your tongue movements, baby. You're driving your tongue so quickly. Ah, those are beautiful movements."
While Irene kept on letting her tongue gun ever so wildly inside Rita's ass-hole, Rita decided that it was time for her to put her tongue to work as well.
She reached out with her tongue, guiding it spiritedly inside Irene's anus. It felt good to be moving her tongue into the beautiful blonde's ass-hole, and as it began to twist wildly, she could feel the attention surging through her.
While Rita began to put her tongue to work inside Irene's anus, she looked over and watched Butch. He was standing pensively next to the bed, watching with great interest as the two girls went to work on each other, driving their tongues with great spirit.
As Rita began to suck Irene more quickly than before, the gorgeous blonde picked up the cue. Soon both girls were manipulating their tongues as quickly as they knew how, driving them at top speed as they whip-lashed them inside each other's ass-hole.
Irene, the more experienced of the two girls, could see that it was necessary for her to switch her action from Rita's ass-hole to her pussy. She wanted to drive her tongue inside her lover's mound. She could tell from the way that Rita's body was restlessly twisting just how receptive she would be when it came to some fervent pussy sucking.
Irene quickly released her tongue from Rita's ass-hole.
"Here we go, sweetheart," she said. "I want to drive my tongue inside your mound. Oh, baby, I'm gonna go to work on you there. I want you to do the same thing for me. It's sixty-nine time, honey."
"My body is wringing wet with sweat," Rita laughed nervously. "That's how excited I am."
"I'll tell you what. Let's play with each other for a little bit."
"How do you mean?"
"I mean that we ought to turn our fingers loose inside each other's snatch," Irene smiled. "We'll keep that up as long as we dare, and after that we'll start the sucking."
"That sounds beautiful."
"Oh, yeah, honey. We're gonna do it. We're gonna have one hell of a wild blast."
Rita watched as Irene reached out with her right hand. Her fingers were quivering with wild excitement as she slipped them inside her lover's pussy.
With rippling determination, Rita unleashed her fingers. She kept on letting them spin and move inside Rita's pussy.
"That's good," Rita nodded, "I can see what you're doing, honey. Oh, yeah, that's real nice action. I'm gonna do the same thing to you, sweetheart. let's really get our fingers working."
Soon the girls were allowing their fingers to maneuver as quickly as they knew how. Irene had a smile of contentment on her lips. She was thoroughly impressed by the way that things were going. It seemed as if every time that she altered her finger movements, whether it be stepping up her pace or slowing it down, her lover would quickly reciprocate.
"Oh, this is what I call nice action," Rita nodded. "I really like the tempo, honey."
"It's great," Irene agreed. "Let's just keep our fingers going, honey. The longer that we work them, the hotter we'll get."
"Except for one thing. I can't get much hotter."
"I don't suppose that you can."
"Oh, no. I'm just gonna have to juice. Oh, I'm getting so close."
The girls kept up their quick stabbing movements for a few more minutes. It was Rita who finally brought things to a halt, removing her fingers from her lover's mound.
"I need to get back to the sucking," Rita said urgently.
"That's fine with me, sweetheart," Irene nodded. "I'm ready, too. Let's really turn our tongues loose. Oh, yeah, let's really slip them inside each other's mound. I want to do it, baby. Oh, yes, darling. I really want to drive my tongue. I want to slip it into your slit."
Irene moved her tongue forward, permitting it to slip its way inside her lover's pussy.
From the time that Rita received the first few stabs from Irene's tongue, she knew how great a screw they were going to enjoy together. Her whole body was trembling with wild sensations of the spirited tongue movements. She desired to match her lover stroke for stroke, and on that basis she moved her lovely tongue inside her lover's pussy.
Now the girls were exchanging rapid-fire strokes. They let their tongues manipulate freely against each other's hot snatch hairs. Then relentlessly they permitted the tongues to slip ever deeper, to move into each other's hot snatch.
It was Irene who started to suck quickly, but it didn't take Rita long to pick up the cue. Soon they were working at an inspired clip, driving their tongues forward, assaulting each other's mound as they moved ever closer to the moment of an exhilarating mutual climax.
While Irene was sucking with everything that she was worth, she reached out with both hands and clutched her lover's ass cheeks sharply. The burning fires within both of them accelerated with every plunging stab that their tongues made.
They never slowed up for a solitary second. They both greatly desired reaching that moment at which they would shoot their juices into each other's mouth.
They wound their way toward climax. They were moving briskly, letting their tongues tear into each other, exchanging brisk strokes.
As Irene's body began to quiver more rapidly than ever, and as she moved ever closer to climax, her lover reached the very same point.
Irene juiced, shooting her hot pussy load into Rita's mouth.
A joyous and thankful Rita attacked the load, swallowing the hot droplets of pussy goo as they spilled from her mound.
The excitement generated by the suck and its aftermath caused Rita to propel herself that much more sharply forward. All the while Irene kept on letting her tongue spin wildly inside Rita's moist box.
A few seconds after Irene had unleashed the last few droplets of her load inside Rita's mouth, the hot cream began to spill out of Rita.
She released her tongue from Irene's pussy, shouting: "I'm doing it, baby. Oh, yes, I'm spraying my juices, sweetheart. It's such a beautiful feeling. Oh, yes, honey, go after every drop. Come on, honey, oh. I'm devouring you. You're devouring me. Eat all my cunt juice. Swallow my hot load, baby. Ahhh, it's so nice."
While the juices kept on spraying out of Rita's pussy, she kicked her legs back and forth. She enjoyed the freedom of movement attached to such a wonderful sucking exhibition.
When Irene removed her tongue from Rita's mound, the dynamic duo reached a moment of needed relaxation.
They collapsed next to each other, their arms around each other's shoulder.
"You sure can fuck," Rita said. "I'll say one thing. I learned from the best. I got a beautiful fuck from you, honey."
"You were too much, Rita," Irene said. "The action was great. We'll rest a few seconds then we'll let our lover Butch enter the scene."
"I'll bet he's horny from watching us."
Irene opened her eyes, looking over at Butch, who was hovering on the edge of the bed. Now he had his paws resting against the side of the bed, and his tail wagged pendulously.
"Just take a look at him," Irene laughed. "Just one glance will tell the whole story."
Rita looked up and observed what was happening. She saw the dog perched against the bed, looking hornier than ever.
"He sure is ready," Rita said.
"That's the understatement of the year," she laughed. "When he watches two chicks like us make it, you can be sure that he wants into the act."
They watched him for a few moments more, after which Irene decided that it was time to get back into action.
"Come on, Butch, come on and join us," she motioned.
Irene reached out and slapped her right hand on the edge of the bed, pulling Butch into the activities expected of him.
With one swift, bounding leap, the dog threw himself quickly into bed. He was panting loudly, demonstrating just how anxious he was for sexual satisfaction.
"It's been so long, Butch," Irene laughed. "Do you mind, Rita honey, if I get the first fuck?"
"No, I guess I owe that to you," Rita said. "After all, you were kind enough to give me the dog."
"There you go, sweetheart."
Irene's smile widened with every glance that she took in the direction of the aroused canine.
Rita watched as Irene reached out with both hands, grabbing ahold of the dog's cock.
"Do you think I should jerk him off?" she asked as she looked at Rita.
"Be my guest."
"Sure I will," she said. "He wants it. We both know that."
CHAPTER 12
Irene knew just how to get Butch excited.
She kept on jerking, manipulating her fingers swiftly as they moved up and down the full length of the dog's long rod. She was working her fingers brilliantly, enjoying every penetrating stab that she put forward.
"Oh, yes, you're so hot, Butch, you're a really nice horny dog," she said. "It's great moving my fingers around your dick, sweetheart. Ah, what a nice feeling. It 's so good running my fingers around your pecker."
She kept on spiritedly colliding with the dog's hard penis. She continued the movements for a few more moments, after which she released her fingers.
"Now I'm all set to go all the way," Irene said. "I want you to fuck my ass-hole, baby. Rita, honey, will you help? I wish that you'd help me by forcing his hot dick into my ass-hole."
"You've got to be kidding. You really want to be sodomized by him?"
"Of course. We've gone that route many times. Haven't you ever had your ass-hole fucked by him, darling?"
"No way. I wouldn't want to, either."
"Come on now. You don't want to chicken out," Irene laughed. "As a matter-of-fact, after you watch me and see just how much fun it can be getting your ass-hole massaged by a hot dick like that, you're gonna want it, baby."
"Dave would do that every now and then," Rita said bitterly. "He was so damned painful. He really hurt me doing that."
"Don't compare a fuck with Dave to one with Butch," Irene said. "That's a terrible way to look at sex. One guy is awful, and the other one is just great. So just help ease the dog's pecker into my ass-hole. That's all that you need to do, baby. Just watch him go to work. As a matter-of-fact, I'd like to be engaged in three-way sex. You can do me one big favor."
"Just say it. I'll be glad to help out any way I can."
"While the dog is plunging his hot stick inside my ass-hole, I'd sure appreciate it if you would run your pussy against my tongue. All you've got to do is sit on my face, sweetheart. Just put your cute ass above my head. My tongue will take care of the rest of it."
"That would be one hell of a wild screw," Rita smiled. "Just think. While you were getting sodomized by Butch, you would be sucking my pussy. Hey, that would be one whale of a fuck."
"Then let's get it on."
Irene lay pensively on her back as Rita manipulated Butch's cock forward. She pushed it inside Irene's ass-hole.
"I hope that this isn't hurting you too much," Rita said.
"Don't worry about it," Irene assured her. "I know what I'm doing. This is my lover, baby. We've had some beautiful fucks. This is gonna be one of them. Just stick his cock inside my ass-hole, then move your body on top of my head. You're gonna do a good job of sucking me."
Rita conscientiously pried the dog's long prong deep inside Irene's ass-hole. After his long dick locked inside her, Rita turned loose.
She swung her hips forward, manipulating her body until her ass came to rest just above Irene's head.
"What a good view," Irene chuckled. "I love looking at your cunt, baby. I'm gonna love it when I turn my tongue loose, sweetheart. Oh, yes, baby, this is gonna be so nice. I'm gonna really drive over you. You're gonna move your tongue fast. Oh, it's gonna be so spectacular. What sensations we're gonna have."
As the dog lunged back and forth, propelling his cock inside Irene's ass-hole, Rita felt Irene's tongue slipping against her slit.
She manipulated quickly, driving her tongue forward, propelling it energetically as she slipped it ever deeper inside her lover's pussy.
"You're great with your tongue," Rita exclaimed, her ass cheeks instinctively flipping back and forth as her lover kept on sucking. "I like the way you're grinding your tongue, darling. Oh, yes, that's very nice. Those are beautiful movements, baby. Oh, yes, sweetheart, oh, yeah, honey baby, this is very nice. Oh, keep sucking me."
With blinding need Butch kept on sending his hard peter ever deeper into Irene's ass-hole. Her whole body was reacting with every twisting, thrusting movement that the dog would send her way.
All the while, as he kept on determinedly stabbing her ass-hole, the highly aroused tongue of Irene kept on working and manipulating itself sharply inside her lover's hot pussy.
The surging fires within lovely Rita became more apparent than ever as her inspired lover kept her tongue working actively. A few hot thrusts later, the juices began to surge from Rita's pussy and into Irene's mouth.
"You're getting it just the way you wanted it," she called out eagerly, "oh, yeah, Irene honey, come on and suck it all out of me. Ahhh, go after the hot juice stream, baby. Yes, sweetheart, oh, this is so spectacular. I really love this kind of action, baby. It's so nice spilling my juices into your mouth. What a wonderful feeling. Oh, it's nice, yes, ahhh, good to the last drop. I'll bet that's what you're saying to yourself right now."
When Rita withdrew her pussy from Irene's face, Irene reached out and patted her buttocks.
"Thank you, hot ass," she winked.
Irene's body tore back and forth relentlessly, her buttocks twisting as the dog kept ramming his peter ever more sharply inside her ass-hole.
"He's really grinding it into you now," an excited Rita said.
"Of course he is. I told you that that would make for a great fuck," she exclaimed. "Just watch the way that he's sending his dick in there. Oh, yeah, what a convincing fucker he is. Is he ever driving his hot dick. Oh, lover, keep sending it into me. Work your rod into my ass-hole. Plunge it into me all the way. Ah, baby, let it go. Send it into me, darling. Ah, I love your spirited, wonderful movements. Keep fucking, sweetheart. Keep sending your hot stick into me. Oh, honey."
The dog reacted to every loud sound that Irene made. The faster that her body twisted, the more intensely he projected his cock forward, shooting his peter deep inside her.
"You're in me all the way," she said. "Now all you've got to do is shoot, baby. I can tell how close you are. Just keep your cock surging. Oh, yes, lover, drive it into me, Butch baby. It's so good to be back. Oh, yeah, it's so nice to be fucking you again. Oh, honey, keep it going."
The sharp, electric vibrations continued as the dog worked his dick zealously forward, continuing with the brilliant pace as he worked his cock ever closer to the dramatic moment of climax.
"There it goes," Irene exclaimed, pointing in the direction of Butch.
Rita leaned her head forward, wanting to get the best position possible as she observed the steamy white pecker sauce spilling from the dog's erect instrument.
As soon as the first few drops began to spray from the dog's hot dick, his whole body fervently trembled. He enjoyed the stabs that he was putting forward.
"This is wild," Irene slapped her hands enthusiastically. "Oh, yes, it's a real fuck. Honey, oh, let it all hang out. Just let the hot juices fly. This is such a great feeling, sweetheart. Oh, baby, what a wonderful screw. Ah, darling, how nice. Oh, what a fucker, what a fucker you are, baby."
A few moments later, Irene watched Rita back again on the scene. Rita yanked Butch's hard peter from his lover's ass-hole.
"If you don't think that the sodomy route can be fun when you've got the right partner, baby, then you don't know what you're missing," a pleased Irene smiled. "That dog was all over me, baby. I guess you could see that."
"He did a great job."
"Of course he did. And he's got plenty more left. I know what he'll want to do. He'll want to take on your hot bod next."
"I guess I've got to be ready," she nodded.
"You bet your sweet little ass you'd better," Irene said. "I was in heaven, getting both the sucking action and the cock action at the same time. Nobody can do any more for a girl than that."
"I suppose not. You were servicing while you were getting serviced."
"That's right, a real wild service station," she chuckled. "I really liked the way that it all happened. It all came together real beautiful like. That's what fucking is all about. It's a soul experience, honey. You know, this dog really has it. He knows how to react to me. I can communicate with him more than I can most humans. Particularly when it comes to jumping into bed."
"I can see that. I've had some wonderful communication with him myself."
"Just remember one thing," Irene pointed a finger in Rita's direction. "The more you put out for him, the more you let yourself go, the greater an experience you're going to get back.
That's the way the game works when you play it with a hot sexy stud like Butch."
"I think you're absolutely right."
"So it's your turn to taking him on now. What do you want to do with him?"
"I think I'd like to have him stab his pecker inside my pussy."
"Wouldn't you like your ass-hole fucked in the way that I just got it?"
"No, for now I'll go for the old conventional cunt fuck. Maybe at a future time I'll go in for the sodomy. After the memory of Dave begins to fade some more."
"I wouldn't let that prick remain in my memory for one second," Irene said bitterly. "Don't get psyched out by a bastard like that. It's over between you two, and you ought to be happy. You see, Butch did a beautiful turn for you. He was responsible for chasing that bit ass out of here."
"That was really beautiful. You know, I think he would beat the holy hell out of me if Butch hadn't been here."
"I know damned well he would have. He's a bully. He would have loved to have mopped up the floor with you, but you had, your canine lover here to protect you."
"He's so much more loyal than most humans that it isn't even funny."
"You're so right. Anyhow, I'll slip him inside your pussy any time that you want him."
"Fine, I'll be ready to go in a little bit," Rita said. "But for right now, I just want to lie back and think about what a beautiful fuck I just saw. I liked the way that Butch ground his pecker into you. You know, if there's one thing I like about him it's that he lets himself go completely. It makes a girl so horny just watching him."
"I guess it was understandable then that you got as turned on as you did watching him suck my pussy," Irene said.
"Yeah, that made sense. After all, he was putting on quite an exhibition. He's got such a long cock. And when he sticks you with it, damned, it's the living end."
CHAPTER 13
The more sharply that Rita's body began to twitch, the greater the recognition became on Irene's part that she needed Butch's cock immediately.
"You're hot for him, honey, do you want me to slip his dick inside your pussy?" Irene asked laughingly.
"Go ahead, honey Oh, yeah, I want a nice fuck."
"That'll be super groovy. I want to watch this. As a matter-of-fact, honey, you know, we could have another three-way."
"What do you suggest this time?" Rita asked.
"I've got a great idea. While your little man here is exercising his peter by fucking your hot mound, I can sit on your face. That way you can get the fucking and the sucking at the same time. How would that grab you?
"You know, that sounds pretty groovy. Yeah, I'll go along with that."
"I kind of figured you'd like it."
"Right now I'd agree to just about anything. Oh, it feels so good. You know, when I get this turned on, I don't need to argue about anything. I'm just all set for all kinds of beautiful action."
"Then let's get it on, baby," she said. "We certainly will."
Rita stretched out on all fours, getting set to receive the dog's sturdy peter.
Irene reached out with both hands, grabbing the dog's cock, quickly forcing it inside her lover's pussy.
"I really envy you," she laughed. "You're gonna get yourself a nice fuck, honey. Oh, yeah, he's really gonna screw you."
"Of course, you got yourself a nice screw a little bit earlier."
"That's true. I guess that I'm just one of these people who can't seem to get enough."
"I guess that's the best way to describe you."
"Oh, yes, I really love fucking. There's nothing like a good sturdy piece of ass as far as I'm concerned. You beginning to really feel that cock now?"
"You're planting it inside me," Rita nodded. "Oh, yes, honey. That feels so good."
"Just hang on, honey. He's gonna be fucking the hell out of you pretty quick."
"I want to receive those hot stabs of his. Oh, yes, honey, I really Want him to grind his prick inside me."
A few moments later, the dog's sturdy cock locked inside Rita's pussy.
"Get set to fuck me," she exclaimed to the dog. "Go ahead, honey baby, go ahead, Butch, and give me the big screw."
Irene turned loose of Butch's cock, then sat down on the edge of the bed, watching with a winkly-eyed smile as the activities commenced.
"Go get her, Butch," Irene encouraged. "Slam your cock into her mound. Oh, fuck her pussy."
Rita flipped her buttocks back and forth, gliding them superbly as the dog kept up his pace. He sustained it quickly, driving his cock spiritedly forward, propelling his dick with great excitement.
"Screw my pussy," Rita sighed. "Oh, yeah, honey, drive it deep into me, as deep as you can.
Keep up the screwing movements. Oh, baby, do it, you've got to do it."
"I'll let him screw you for a few more seconds," Irene said. "Then I'll sit on your face and let you suck my snatch. This gets us both warmed up, watching this hot action."
"It's really beautiful, oh, I mean what's happening," Rita said. "I can feel his hot stick slamming into me. Ah, it's a nice feeling. He's such a tight fit inside my pussy."
"That's the same thing I've always noticed," Irene said. "That fit is all important. Oh, yes, he really is grinding his cock inside you. Oh, honey, I really get turned on when I watch you flip your butt around. You've got such a cute ass. I really love watching it rotate."
"Get your ass in my face and I'll suck your cunt," Rita said. "I'm ready for some beautiful action."
"All right, baby, we'll get it on," Irene smiled.
She manipulated her body into position, permitting her ass to come to rest just above Rita's mouth.'
"Am I close enough?" Irene chuckled. "I should say you are. From here on out it's all up to me."
"Yes, it is. Just get your tongue working, Rita baby. Slip it inside my mound. Come on and suck my pussy, darling. Really work it. Drive it hard and fast, baby."
Back and forth Rita worked her tongue. She launched her movement quickly, driving her tongue repeatedly, sticking it high and deep inside Irene's mound.
"That's it, ah, that's what I call a suck," Rita said. "Yes, baby. Oh, I'm gonna feed you my pussy juices. It's not gonna take me very long, darling. Your tongue is working like magic. Ah, drive it, baby. Yes, you're really sliding it. Oh, suck my mound, sweetheart. Keep it working, baby. Ahhh, yeah, honey, suck me good."
While Rita was sliding her tongue back and forth inside Irene's pussy, Butch in turn was slamming his hard dick ever deeper inside Rita's snatch.
The longer that Butch kept up his spirited pace, the better that Rita enjoyed it. As a result of his dramatic movements, she in turn flipped her tongue that much more quickly inside Irene's mound.
A Irene continued to receive the steady, jolting tongue stabs of Rita, her whole body twisted and turned. She was enjoying the stabs, recognizing just how close she was drawing to the big moment of climax.
"Keep on sucking me," Irene exclaimed. "Oh, work your tongue even faster, baby. Come on, darling, oh, drive it quickly. Send it into my pussy, baby. Yeah, oh, work it as fast as you can. Come on, darling, and drive it. Oh, suck me, honey, really work your tongue. Oh, come on, plant it in my mound, oh, bring me off, baby. Come on, honey, suck me."
Irene kept flipping her body with ever increasing rapidity. She could tell just how close she was, and recognized that it would only be a few more strokes before the juices would spill from her mound.
"Oh, that dog is really fucking you now," Irene laughed. "I can tell. I know he is, because that's what's causing your tongue to move so quickly. You're like me, baby. Outside forces make you that much more excitable. That dog is giving you a workout. Oh, I can see he is. Just watch how quickly he's thrusting his tool into you. Thank you, Butch baby. You're making things so exciting for me. Oh, yeah, baby. What a tongue you have. You're bringing me off. Oh, I'm just a few seconds away from juicing."
A few determined strokes later, Rita recognized just how close Irene was.
"Ah, I'm gonna juice," Irene said, "baby, ahhh, honey, here I go. Yes, darling, the juices are spilling. Ah, they're bolting from my mound."
Rita swallowed with everything she was worth. She gobbled the droplets of juice from Irene's pussy, then released her tongue from her snatch.
"That was an accomplished success," Irene said. "Thank you, darling."
"You gave me a delicious load of pussy," Rita told her, "but just look at that dog. Oh, is he ever a fucking fool. The way he's slamming his cock. Oh, he's really giving me a workout, honey. Just look at the way he's driving his prick. Ah, come on, darling, you're about ready to juice. Just keep your cock moving. Keep it sliding inside my mound. Ah, what a feeling, oh, what sensations. The dog is too much. Oh, can he ever screw."
A few superb strokes later, Butch was trembling. He began to gasp and sigh enthusiastically as the sturdy strokes continued. While the dog continued breathing heavily, he kept forcing his cock ever deeper into his lover's pussy. He rammed it hard, driving it sharply into the web of her love mound.
"Oh, I'm shooting," Rita exclaimed. "I can't hold out any longer, baby. Ah, honey, what a fuck you're giving me. Ah, I've juiced. Keep screwing me, baby. Keep driving your cock. Oh, keep slamming it into me. Yes, honey, ah, keep it going. Oh, what a screw."
A few jolting stabs later, the sea of hot white jissum began to shoot from the end of Butch's stick.
His body trembled and he gasped loudly as the sea of hot white orgasmic substance continued to flow from his cock.
"There he goes," Irene said. "Just look at the stuff shoot out of him, baby. Oh, yeah, what a fuck he's given you."
"This feels so good," Rita sighed. "Oh, honey, what a little fucker you are. Did you ever screw me, sweetheart. Oh, how nice this is. You're really a fucker. Oh, you really drove your cock. What a nice sensation. Oh, baby, that was so good."
A few moments later Irene was prying the dog's cock out of Rita's pussy.
"I want him now," Irene said hungrily.
"You really are horny for that dog."
"Of course I am. You know how it goes. Absence makes the heart grow fonder."
"I suppose that's true, darling."
"You're damned right it is."
Irene got up swiftly from the bed, walking into the bathroom. She picked up a wash cloth, wetting it with warm water. She then brought it back to the bedroom.
"I'm gonna wash off my lover's prick," she told Rita. "Then I'm gonna suck him."
"Do you think he's got much juice left?" Rita asked. "After all, he's been doing quite a bit of fucking."
"He will," she nodded confidently. "I know this hungry guy. He can never get enough, baby. You don't need to worry about him. He has plenty more to release."
"You really think so?"
"I know so, sweetheart. You just wait and see."
Rita watched as Irene conscientiously manipulated the wet wash cloth over the dog's penis. She then turned it loose, carrying it back into the bathroom.
When she walked back into the bedroom, Rita saw Irene begin to lick her lips.
"I'm just dying to sample his juicy cock," she said. "I want to suck him off."
"That dog has sure gotten a workout between the two of us," Rita shook her head.
"Of course he has. He's used to getting brisk workouts. You should have seen the way that I drained the juice out of him when I had him. He's able to take it, honey. You don't have to worry about a thing when he's around."
"Maybe not."
"Of course you don't."
While Rita watched conscientiously, Irene reached out with her right hand, beginning to glide her fingers up and down the full length of the dog's sturdy pecker.
"Oh, honey, do I ever love to jerk on your cute little dong," Irene smiled enthusiastically. "It's so much fun to play with your peter. Ah, you've got such a beautiful pecker, you canine bombshell. I'm gonna get your cock as hard as I can, and then I'm gonna suck it. Oh, yeah, honey, I'm gonna really work my tongue up and down your rod. It's gonna be a good suck, sweetheart. I'm gonna drive my tongue beautifully. You're gonna love it, baby, you're really gonna dig it."
The longer that Irene kept up her finger activity, the quicker that she put her fingers to work. They began to stab quickly up and down the full length of the dog's organ.
Butch was responding in a highly affirmative way. His body began to roll around on the bed as his lover kept up her finger stabs.
"He's getting restless again," Irene said, "and that's a good sign, honey. It means that he's getting all set for me to suck his cock."
"Just look at the way his body's moving. I guess he is excited."
"You'd better believe that he is, baby. Just look at this fellow. Oh, yeah, honey, he's excited all right."
"Those are really sensations."
"You'd better believe that they are."
By that time Irene was drilling her fingers as quickly as she could, moving them with impressive beauty and determination up and down the full length of the dog's hard, aroused rod.
"I've got to suck you," she said, "oh, yeah, baby, I've got to put my tongue to work on your dick. I've got to suck you, sweetheart. Oh, what a cock you've got. It's so beautiful. So delectable. It's just perfect to sink my tongue against."
But before Irene launched into the cock sucking, she reached out with both hands and began to play with the dog's balls. She tugged at them energetically, enjoying every stab that she supplied.
"Oh, honey, I love the ball movement," she exclaimed. "Yes, baby, oh, this is so very nice. I really dig this action. Oh, sweetheart, this is very good. Ahhh, it's nice."
"Butch is really excited," Rita said. "You're really getting him there, honey."
"I know just what kind of preliminary movements he-likes," she nodded. "You just watch carefully, honey, because it's in your best interests to know what he-likes."
"I can see that."
"Oh, yeah, Butch baby, we're really making music together."
While Irene kept on working her fingers over the dog's restless balls, she moved her tongue ever closer toward the tip of his rod.
CHAPTER 14
Irene finally slipped her tongue forward, permitting it to collide with the tip of the dog's pecker.
"Now you're sucking him, honey, keep it going," Rita called out excitedly. "Damned, you're really getting me aroused just watching it. Keep up the action, sweetheart. Suck that dog's cock. Play with his balls. Keep it moving, honey. Oh, keep up the sucking, baby."
The faster that Irene moved her tongue, the more rapidly her head began to bob up and down. She started out by working her tongue slowly over the tip of his rod, but soon she was slipping and sliding her tongue more quickly than before. She was driving it with convincing excitement, sliding it up and down the full length of the dog's pecker.
"Keep on sucking him," Rita said. "I can tell how much Butch is appreciating it. Oh, you're really working your tongue over his rod, sweetheart. Just keep it moving. Drive your tongue, honey. Oh, yeah, this is nice. I like those movements you're giving him. It really gets a girl excited just watching something like this. Oh, what satisfaction you're giving him."
The dog was in a state of spellbinding excitement from the effective tongue stabs that Irene kept manifesting. She started out by slipping her tongue over the tip of his cock, but soon she was extending her activities to the full length of his agitated instrument, which she kept on sucking on, driving her tongue up and down, moving him ever closer to a state of dramatic climax.
"You've got him close now, just keep going, keep sucking his dick," Rita said excitedly. "Oh, you do it so well, baby. I thought that I'd given him a good suck. I thought I'd done a good job of it before, but I'm sure learning from your example. Oh, are you ever grinding your tongue. It's a beautiful tongue, oh, honey, you really know how to work it. Just keep it up, sweetheart. Oh, bring him off, honey, bring him off."
Before Rita knew it, she became so excited that she reached down with her left hand and began to move her fingers over her pussy. She let the fingers move with sharp, convincing rapidity, and the more quickly that they asserted themselves over her mound, the better that she enjoyed it. She could see that she would have to go off again very soon. The sight of Irene's bobbing head as she sucked up and down the dog's long hard pecker propelled her into a state of fascinating excitement.
"Just keep sucking him," she said, "keep it going, baby. Oh, are you ever exciting me. I'm playing with myself, darling. I can't help it. I can't stop it. Oh, it's so wonderful, baby."
She was moving her fingers rapidly, and as Irene kept up her sharp, probing stabs, the dog moved ever closer to a blistering climax. He was getting his cock sucked with efficient, aggressive stabs.
The closer that Irene moved the dog to climax, the more freely she put her fingers to work. She was allowing them to clutch at the dog's testicles, working feverishly as she moved him ever closer to orgasm.
"Go after those hot juices," Rita exclaimed.
"Come on, honey, oh, you can get the hot stuff. Yes, baby, oh, this is nice. It's a beautiful sight. You're gonna get terrific sensations. Oh, you're getting them now, but it's gonna be even better when the dog shoots. Just wait until those juices spray, baby. Then you're really gonna be turned on. Oh, yeah, honey, this is something. I love watching it. Oh, what a sight, what a beautiful sight. Oh, it's nice."
At that point Rita removed her fingers from her mound. She did not want to juice that way. She would vastly prefer going off with Irene's tongue in her love pit.
As Irene jerked wildly at her lover Butch's cock several more times, the sea of flowing orgasmic juice commenced to explode from the end of his searing organ.
"There is plenty left," Rita said excitedly, watching the juices shoot from his rod. "You were right. This guy doesn't know when to quit. Just look at that hot sauce. Oh, it's really spilling out of him, baby. This is really a sight. Oh, I love watching it. This is incredible. Oh, do I ever love to watch a fuck like this. It's great, oh, is it ever great."
Irene made certain that she caught every drop of the enticing white jissum that shot from the dog's pecker. When she removed her tongue from his long stick, Rita was overwhelmed with excitement. She wanted badly to unleash her juices one more time.
"I hope you're up to sucking my cunt," Rita said.
"You really sound like you need it, honey," Irene laughed.
"I do, baby. Come on, honey, oh, I really do need it. Just watching you and Butch go at it was too much for me. After all, how much can a horny, oversexed girl take?"
"I guess you're right," Irene nodded. "Just watching some action like that is enough to get a girl practically off. All right, honey, just wait. Just wait, honey, because I'm gonna go down on you. I'm gonna suck your hot pussy. I'm gonna drive my tongue inside your mound. I know you're gonna love it."
"Yes, I am."
Rita smiled with anticipation as she spread her beautiful legs, awaiting Irene's initial tongue penetration. But before Irene got to work with her tongue, she worked her fingers around her lover's thighs.
She clutched at Rita's thighs, holding onto them ever so tightly, watching as Rita's whole body began to tremble.
"Oh, yes, I think this is nice," Rita said. "Give me a few preliminaries, honey. That's fine. Just make sure that you get around to sucking my snatch. Oh, I've got a furnace of a cunt. It's just all hot and ready to explode, baby. It's smoldering. Come on, honey, oh, bring me off, sweetheart. I need it so bad. Oh, do I need it."
In order to get Rita even more agitated, Irene reached out with her right index finger. She slammed her finger relentlessly forward, allowing it to plunge inside Rita's anus.
"Ahhh, I love the finger fuck," Rita sighed. "That's so good, honey. Oh, I love the beautiful way that you're fingering my ass-hole. Ahhh, what nice sensations. This is so beautiful, honey. It's really nice. Ah, honey, I really love it."
Back and forth Irene kept on carefully manipulating her finger. She drove it high and hard inside Rita's ass-hole. The longer that she kept up the stroking movements, the greater the feelings of intensity that abounded within Rita's supercharged body.
"You've got to start sucking me now," Rita said. "I just can't take any more of this, sweetheart. Oh, you can only excite a girl just so far.
Now I need some sucks. Oh, yeah, honey, I really need you to turn your tongue loose. Drive it inside my mound. Oh, work it in my love pit. Come on, honey, oh, I need your suck."
Irene smoothly and quickly withdrew her finger from Rita's ass-hole. She dropped her head down between Rita's legs, then let her teeth go to work nibbling on Rita's clitoris.
The moment that Irene initiated her clit nibbling, Rita's body flew wildly back and forth.
"Oh, you're driving me insane," Rita called out loudly. "You wouldn't believe the intensity I feel, honey. Oh, this is so nice. Keep up the nibbling, sweetheart. Oh, I like the way you're nibbling on my clit. Oh, but you're gonna have to start sucking me. I'm just about to juice. Oh, and Butch is watching us. You know, that dog really digs both of us. I can see it. Come on, honey, oh, suck me."
When Irene switched from the clit nibbling to the hot sucking, Rita reached out and grabbed her by the hair. She clutched ever so sharply at her hair, enjoying the fact that she was helping Irene alone.
"Just keep your tongue buried in my cunt,"
Rita said, "oh, yeah, honey. You're getting me so close. Ah, I love the way your tongue's grinding. It's such a beautiful sensation. Keep it going, darling. Yeah, oh, we've really got to get it on, baby. Yes, oh, honey, I'm ready to juice. Yes, darling, I really am. Ahhh, baby, the hot white stuff is gonna spray. It's gonna shoot out of there, honey. It really is. Ah, this is so nice, so very nice, sweetheart."
Finally Rita found herself unable to restrain her juices any longer. At that point they began to ignite, spilling effusibly out of her pussy and into her lover's mouth.
"Gobble it up," she sighed, "oh, gobble my hot juices, darling. Yes, oh, what an effective job of sucking you're doing. Oh, darling, this is so nice. Oh, I can't believe how oversexed I'm getting. Go after the stuff, sweetheart. Oh, how nice. Oh, how beautiful, yes, baby, this is great. Oh, it's just fantastic."
When Irene withdrew her tongue from Rita's mound, Butch jumped up on the bed once more.
His tongue was hanging from his mouth, and he was panting loudly as he moved quickly toward Rita's hot pussy.
"Don't tell me," Rita laughed. "He wants more action."
"And he's gonna get more. He's gonna pry some more juice loose from your mound."
"I just don't believe this," Irene exclaimed. "Oh, this is too much, just plain too much."
The dog put his tongue to work relentlessly. It began to spin and thrust as he propelled it forward, allowing it to attack Rita's mound.
"Keep it going, baby, there's some juice in there for you, too," Rita said, extending her legs wildly, allowing them to tremble as her canine lover kept on sucking her.
Butch was working his tongue as quickly as he knew how, driving it with great impatience as he kept on letting it collide with Rita's mound.
"Come on, baby, pry the juices loose," Rita exclaimed. "Oh, yeah, baby, oh, I really want it. Yes, honey, oh, this is so very nice. Oh, honey, I'm gonna juice. Yes, oh, there I go. One more time, baby. This is so good."
Irene watched smilingly as the pussy juices sprayed from Rita's mound.
"Another bull's-eye," she said. "You two are really making love."
As Butch removed his tongue from Rita's pussy, Irene reached out and petted him on top of the head.
"I gave you quite a live-wire dog," Irene told Rita, "and I'm glad that now you have him you're not so jealous that you won't share him with me."
CHAPTER 15
Several days after their first dramatic encounter, Irene walked up to Rita near the end of the workday.
"I'd really love to come over to your pad tonight," Irene smiled. "How about me picking up a bucket of chicken on the way? We would have something to eat, then we can maybe eat each other."
"You really are a sexy chick," Rita chuckled.
"I guess that I've exposed you to the finer things in life. The things that you weren't even aware of, my dear."
"Yes, I suppose "so. You definitely have. Fine. I'll be waiting for you. But you don't have to bring over any food."
"Oh, yes. I want to do my bit. I insist."
"Very well. I'll have a nice pitcher of Martinis waiting for us."
"I hope Butch will be waiting for us as well. We had such a beautiful three-some the other day. I wouldn't want to break up a team like that."
"Neither would I. No, Butch will be there all right."
"That's groovy, honey."
Rita began to anticipate with exhilaration the moment that Irene would arrive. She recalled how much fun she had had the other day with her.
As she was fixing the Martinis, she would look down toward Butch, who would alternately rub against her, then sit back on his hind legs.
"You have reason to be restless," she said. "Your former mistress is gonna be over here, honey. We're all gonna have one whale of a time fucking."
When Irene arrived, Rita had the Martinis ready to serve.
"Shall we have dinner first?" Irene asked.
"I'd just as soon eat after we've expended a little energy. Then maybe we'll feel like going back and fucking some more."
"You know, I think you're right. Right now about all we need to do is have some Martinis."
"I can guarantee you that by the time we polish off this pitcher we're gonna be ready to move into the bedroom."
"I'm ready to do that now."
"Of course, so am I. It's just that we'll have even more motivation after we have a few of these, sweetheart."
"You're so right."
This time Rita was in a more uninhibited frame of mind than she had been the first time that she had had sex with Irene. The uncertainty of Lesbian sex had caused her to be a little cautious at that point, but no longer. She knew precisely how much fun she could have, and for that reason she was all set to go to work.
She stripped off her dress quickly, then began to undo her bra.
"You're beating me to the punch tonight," Irene looked at her with admiration. "You're sure stripping fast, honey."
"I've got every reason to, baby. I want to fuck you. I hope you'll undress, too."
"Right away. Just look at the way Butch is staring at you."
"I know. I get the feeling that he's all ready for some fucking."
"As I've said many times before, that canine is always ready," Irene laughed. "Damned but you've got cute tits, honey. Go ahead and take off your bra. I want to see those lovely white boobs bouncing around."
"Here we go," she smiled.
She undid the bra strap, letting the bra drop down toward the floor. She flipped her upper body back and forth a few times, permitting her hot right breast to protrude.
"Oh, you don't know how that intensified my pussy," Irene told her. "Get off your panties now, sweetie. Finish the job."
Delighted that she was getting Irene's undivided attention, Rita reached out and clutched anxiously at her panties. She held onto the elastic, then slid the panties down her legs ever so briskly.
"Wow, baby, you're really looking good," Irene swooned. "Just look at those luscious legs of yours. Oh, yeah, baby, you look so great. Oh, do I ever want to fuck you."
When Rita stepped out of her panties, she reached down and ran her fingers smoothly through her hot pubic bush.
"My triangle's on fire," Rita said. "It now becomes a question of whether I can wait until I finish the Martinis."
"Let's start drinking."
"How about you undressing?" Rita said impatiently. "I did it, so it's time for you to do the same thing, sweetheart."
"Very well, my love."
Rita sat down at the table, watching with great interest as Irene began to take off her dress. She stripped every bit as quickly as Rita, then sat down on the chair across from Rita's.
"We're both naked and ready," Irene said.
"I'll pour the Martinis," Rita said.
The girls began to drink. They would converse happily, then would look over and talk to Butch, getting him as aroused as they knew how.
They kept up their drinking efforts until they completed the pitcher of Martinis. By that time they were both in a slap-happy frame of mind, ready for anything, most particularly some hot sex.
They got up from the table and walked into the bedroom. Butch sprinted only a few steps behind them.
"Come on, my cute little canine doll," Irene said, "we really want you, baby. We're gonna have ourselves a nice screw. You'd better believe we're gonna fuck and fuck convincingly."
The girls were so horny that that their bodies were swaying with anticipation as they threw them inside the bed. They landed with a convincing thud, then threw their arms around one another.
Their tongues merged simultaneously in a devastating French kiss. As their ass cheeks twisted back and forth, they kept on resolutely kissing, driving their tongues against each other.
While the tongue kissing continued, Irene pressed her breasts against Rita's. Rita reciprocated, and soon the breasts were dancing against each other, colliding with spectacular grace and ease.
The girls continued their hot French kiss for several more minutes, after which they released their tongues at the same moment in time.
"I want to taste you, I want to taste you right now," Irene panted.
"I feel the same way about you."
"Then let's not put it off. We're so horny we need it right now. Let's sixty-nine, baby. Let's do it right away."
"Oh, yes, darling. Oh, we're gonna have ourselves a blast. Let's suck to our hearts' content."
The girls positioned themselves across from each other. They let their heads move close to each other's mound. Quickly Irene thrust her tongue forward, permitting it to enter inside her lover Rita's mound.
Rita was quick to respond to the situation. Soon the girls were both manipulating their tongues quickly driving them with forceful, graceful impact over each other's hot pussy.
Their bodies trembled joyously and devastatingly as they kept on drilling each other, driving their tongues with spirited grace inside each other's mound.
A few hot strokes later, it was Rita who gave way, allowing her juices to shoot out of her pussy and into Irene's mouth.
As Irene gobbled with everything she had, she recognized just how close she was. In just a matter of moments, she recognized, the juices would soon be spurting from her pussy and into her lover's mouth.
When Irene unloaded, Rita was more than prepared for her onslaught. Her tongue was firmly in place, attacking every droplet of hot liquid that spilled from Irene's pussy.
When they withdrew their tongues from each other's mound, Rita looked down at Butch.
"I wonder when we should let Butch in on the scene," she said.
"What about right now?"
"That's what I was hoping you'd say. You know something. This time I feel like living dangerously. I wouldn't mind one bit if Butch fucked my ass-hole."
"Now you're talking, honey. You'll really enjoy it. As a matter-of-fact, you'll love it, honey. You'll really get turned on with that kind of action."
"Then maybe we'd better get moving right away."
"Certainly."
Rita motioned toward Butch, patting the side of the bed. He immediately responded, jumping inside the bed, then panting loudly.
Rita got down on all fours, spreading her legs. Her ass thrust out delectably, and Irene, always impressed to look at Rita's beautiful body, reached out and clenched her fingers around Rita's buttocks.
"What a cute ass," she said. "Mr. Butch is gonna be extra pleased. Oh, yes, he's gonna really dig fucking your ass-hole."
The dog's cock was glided into Rita's ass-hole by Irene. She pushed his pecker forward, sliding it inside Rita's anus.
"Does this hurt a hell of a lot, honey?" Irene asked considerately. "No, it's not bad."
"That's good, baby. Oh, this is what I call nice. I enjoy slipping his pecker into you. You know, it's like I'm sharing in the fuck. It really is."
"Oh, it stings, but I don't mind it," Rita exclaimed. "I'm all set to receive his stabs. Oh, I'll bet he's gonna give me a good fuck. He's gonna really screw me, isn't he?"
"He certainly is. There's only one way with that dog, and it's all the way. Just get set, honey, because he's really gonna plunge his cock into you once he gets warmed up."
"I know he is. This is gonna be beautiful."
"Here's what I suggest you do," Irene said. "If you just wiggle your ass cheeks a little, that'll get him even more aroused. The more excited that he gets, the better that he's gonna wield his pecker. The better he wields his pecker, the better the screw he's gonna give you."
"That makes sense," Rita laughed nervously.
"Just relax, dearie. Maybe it is something new for you, but it's nothing compared to the hurdles you've already been over."
"You do have a point there," she laughed.
"Just relax, sweetheart. Get ready, darling."
"I'm as ready as I'll ever be."
"Just move your ass cheeks around. Come on, darling, do it."
As Rita began to flip her ass cheeks back and forth, the dog let his cock surge eagerly forward. He drove it with devastating excitement, plunging it high and hard into her ass-hole.
Every time that Rita moved her body, she received that much better a fuck from Butch.
"Keep fucking me," she sighed, "oh, sweetheart, what a screw you're giving me. "Drive your cock home. Oh, slam your dong into my ass-hole, baby. You're really driving it into my rectum. What a fuck. Oh, you're a fucker, baby, a real fucker. A good fucker. You're such a great screw artist. Ah, darling, keep on driving your dick. Slam it into me, baby. Oh, honey, baby, this is good. Oh, what impact. What a screw you're giving me."
As Rita began to manipulate her hips back and forth even faster than before, Irene enjoyed watching the dazzling pace that Butch was setting. It made her happy to know that she had been responsible for Rita losing her inhibitions. At this time Rita was ready to engage in any kind of hot sex, and as they continued to screw, she enjoyed it that much more.
"You're so right," Rita exclaimed. "Oh, this dog has such a nice cock. He really knows how to work it. Go ahead, honey, oh, keep slamming your dick."
"You heard what she said," Irene laughed. "Keep the action going, baby. Oh, yes, honey, you can do it. Oh, drive your rod. Drive it inside her beautiful ass."
While Irene watched Rita's trim white buttocks flexing and flipping back and forth, she became that much hornier. She knew that she needed some more sex action as soon as Rita finished receiving her fuck from the horny dog.
"Bolt your juices in my ass-hole," Rita sighed, "oh, yes, my dear. Come on and drive your dick. Keep slamming it into my ass-hole. Ah, come on, baby, keep it going. Keep up the sharp fucking. Slam your pecker into me. Oh, keep slamming it."
A few moments later, a panting Butch had reached the end of the road. He was unable to provide any more devastating fuck stabs.
At that point the juices began to spray from Butch's dick. They shot voluminously out of the end of the dog's spear and into Rita's anus.
When she experienced the first few bolts of juice, Irene went literally wild. Her whole body began to spin, then slide on the bed. The bedsprings jangled loudly as she received the spirited juices that spilled from the end of the dog's peter.
"Oh, yes, what a screw," Rita sighed. "Unload everything, baby. Come on, honey, oh, let loose all the juices. Let it all hang out, darling. Oh, yeah, I really want it."
Moments later Irene pried the dog's cock loose from Rita's anus.
"So you took another step forward," she laughed.
"I guess so," Rita said. "And furthermore, I've got a sore ass to prove it."
"You don't need to worry, baby. It won't be that way for very long. And think of all the fun that you had in getting it."
"I can't dispute that," Rita replied.
CHAPTER 16
Irene's heart beat with relentless desire. She knew that she needed Rita immediately.
Just watching beautiful young Rita get her ass fucked by Butch had caused Irene to feel great waves of titillation. The only way that she could properly give vent to those feelings would be to engage in a beautiful screw with her lover.
"I want to get on top of you," Rita said. "I know a way of making love that you're gonna really dig. We've never done it before, honey, and you're gonna love every bit of it."
"What exactly is it?"
"We let our clits touch," Irene smiled. "You've never experienced anything like it. I thought about it when I saw your beautiful ass wiggling as Butch fucked it."
"That sounds real good."
"Sure it does. I'll just get on top of you and glide my ass back and forth. I'm gonna give you some beautiful sensations, darling. I know you're gonna love it."
"Fine, sweetheart. I'll do whatever you say."
"Sure you will. We need plenty of wild action. Let's get it on right away."
Irene manipulated her body on top of Rita's. She reached out with the fingers of both hands and clutched at Rita's breasts for a few moments. She held onto them ever so tightly, flipping her body back and forth.
"I just want to give you a few preliminary movements before moving on," she explained.
"That's fine. Let's get on with that fucking, honey. You know, I'm getting kind of horny just thinking about it."
"If you're horny thinking about it, just wait until you experience it," Irene exclaimed. "All right, baby, you say you're ready, so I'll proceed forward. I'm gonna let my clit touch yours. We're gonna enjoy the beautiful sensations that we supply for each other."
"Oh, yes, I know we are."
"Let's get it going. Let's have ourselves a real blast."
"We will, oh, I know we will."
As Irene wiggled her body, she let her clit come to rest on top of Rita's. Back and forth they flung their hips and together they arrived at a point of devastating excitement.
"Oh, this is nice," Irene nodded. "How do you like it, baby?"
"Ah, it couldn't feel better," she said.
"That's good. I thought you'd say that. We're really giving ourselves plenty of excitement."
"Oh, my pussy feels so hot. I can't believe how good it feels. Oh, yeah, this is great. This feels spectacular."
"I knew you were gonna dig it. I knew you'd love it in a big way."
"Yes, darling. Oh, it's nice, so nice, so beautiful."
All the while her body wiggled back and forth in time with her lover's movements. The girls became so excited that they soon worked themselves into a sweat.
"Oh, it really tingles," Irene said, "oh, what nice sensations."
"You know it, sweetheart. Keep your body moving. Oh, keep it moving quickly. Yes, baby, oh, this is nice. I really dig it. Ah, this is just fantastic."
Their bodies kept on moving rapidly toward a collision point. It was just a question of when the juices would spray from their mounds.
It was Rita who shot first. As Irene felt the snatch juices spilling against her mound, it caused her to feel that much more in the way of excitement.
"So you're there," she laughed.
"Yes, I am, sweetheart. Oh, what nice sensations. It feels so great. Ah, it's nice to juice."
"I'm ready to juice myself. Ah, the pussy juices are gonna spray. Look out, baby, just get ready, honey. Ahhh, this is so nice, so very nice."
The hot juices sprayed from Irene's pussy. As they spilled out of hot mound, she leaned forward and let her tongue work its way into Rita's mouth.
Their tongues devoured each other. Back and forth they allowed them to slide, enjoying a satisfying tongue stroking.
When Rita removed her tongue from Irene's mouth, she recognized that she had already been through a beautiful series of screws.
"I think I'll sit the next one out," Rita said. "Damned but I've been at it."
"I know you have," Irene laughed. "But you know what I want next? I want Butch up my ass-hole."
"That's great, honey. You want me to pry his cock inside you?"
"I wish you would. I want to sprawl out on all fours and let him give me a sore ass just like he gave you."
"That sounds pretty good."
"Yes, honey, this is gonna be some kind of a super fuck."
A restless Irene got into position, turning around and watching as Rita slipped the dog's cock into her ass-hole.
"Grind your cock into me," Irene spurred the canine on. "Come on, baby, you can do it. Give me a good fuck. Oh, sweetheart, I want you to stab your hot dick into my ass-hole. Come on, baby, really bring it home. Grind it into me. Send your hot fucks into my ass-hole."
With dramatic enthusiasm, the dog rocked his body back and forth. He was giving Irene as good a fuck as he possibly could.
"Do it faster," Irene called out, "come on, baby. Stick your peter deep into my ass-hole. Drive it into me, baby. Ahhh, stab me hard, sweetheart. Oh, propel your cock forward. Plant it in my ass-hole. Drive it hard, darling. Ah, what a fuck. Ah, what a groovy screw."
The faster that Irene swished her hips and ass cheeks back and forth, the better that Butch enjoyed it. His cock stabs became more proficient at each and every one. He kept on driving his hot cock forward, pushing and plunging it deep inside her ass-hole.
"Oh, yeah, darling, I knew you were gonna juice," Irene exclaimed. "Just send your cock inside me. Oh, drive it into me, baby. Oh, darling, you can do it. Yes, oh, I know you can do it."
All the while Rita was watching the action intently. She was getting turned on all over again, observing the erotic sight of Butch slamming his hard penis relentlessly into Irene's pussy.
The two girls were so absorbed in what was happening that they failed to hear the sound of footsteps.
Irene's fianc� Paul had followed her from work to the apartment. He had been wondering for the last few days if something strange was going on in her life.
He had gotten back from an out-of-town assignment much more quickly than he had anticipated. The night he arrived back Irene was gone.
And now there she was, driving over to a strange apartment.
He had waited in his car for several minutes, wondering if Irene would come out. He had finally gone into the building, confronting the maid and asking her if she knew where he could find a girl answering Irene's description. She told him that she believed that she was in Rita's apartment and that she had seen the two enter the building together.
The fianc� then took the elevator up to the floor of Rita's apartment. He decided to try the door. It was open and he walked inside.
As he moved down the hallway heading into the bedroom, he heard the sounds of bodies threshing.
At that point he reached into his pocket and took out a revolver. As he arrived in the bedroom, his hand was trembling.
"My God," Rita shrieked, turning her head and observing the man standing there with the gun in his hand.
Irene quickly turned her head, observing her fianc�.
"Paul, don't, this is perfectly innocent," she sobbed.
"I can't take it any more," the fianc�'s voice trembled. "I told you I wasn't going to play second fiddle to a dog. Neither one of you are gonna live. You bitch. You lousy little slut. You goddamned whore."
Irene's face turned white and her body trembled as Paul pointed his gun in her direction. He fired a bullet, which landed squarely against Butch's temple. He fired two more bullets, hitting the dog in the back and the stomach.
As the dog lay bloody and dead on the bed, Irene managed to pry herself loose from Butch's penis.
She rolled off the bed and slid her body downward toward the floor.
By that point in time, Paul was sobbing uncontrollably.
"I want to kill you, but damn it, I can't do it," he sobbed. He turned on his heels and walked out of the apartment.
"Butch, you're dead, you're dead," Irene cried bitterly. "You son-of-a-bitch, Paul. You rotten bastard. You killed Butch. You killed the man I loved."
Rita did her best to console Irene, but it wasn't easy, since she felt about as bad concerning Butch's death as Irene did.
CHAPTER 17
Paul voluntarily committed himself to a rest home a few days after the shooting incident.
With heavy heart, Irene found it difficult even to go on with her daily chores. It had hurt her tremendously to lose Butch.
The more that Rita thought about all that had occurred, the more hurt it made her feel. It caused her to look at the kind of sex that she had been having in a completely different light. She had enjoyed the fact that the sex had seemingly been devoid of any responsibility, but now she was able to see that everything took its ultimate toll, and that the sex without responsibility had only been a myth.
One evening after work, Irene showed up at
Rita's apartment.
Rita immediately took pity on her, observing the tears in her eyes. She let her in, fixing both of them a cup of piping hot black coffee.
"This ought to make you feel better," Rita said as she poured the coffee.
"Why don't we move in together, darling, and get ourselves a dog," Irene said. "We can't let ourselves go on like this. Oh, I'm so torn up inside. You know, I thought about getting another German shepherd, somebody that would remind me of Butch. But then I realized that that wouldn't work. The fact that he'd remind me of Butch would be the big problem. I figured that I ought to forget about that. But I do need another dog. Or, better yet, I think that we need another dog. How about it, baby?"
"I hate to say this, Irene, but I think that you're thinking in the wrong pattern. No, I believe that we ought to knock it off altogether. I mean both the dog fucking and fucking with each other."
"How can you say that? I'm through with men. That terrible Paul. Killing the man I really loved."
"The man was sick," Rita said. "You know, if he hadn't thought something of you, he would have killed you. He certainly had the chance."
"But he killed Butch. I could never forgive him for that. I'll tell you something, honey. I learned my lesson about dealing with men. I don't think I need any more heartbreaks like that."
"I don't think you learned the ultimate lesson," Rita said. "I think I did. Your lover just got terribly upset thinking about you having sex with a dog. Perhaps he was overly jealous. Maybe you made the wrong choice in selecting him for a future husband. Feel fortunate, though, that you never got married. At least that never happened. And you were spared your life. But I don't think that you need any more of the same kind of problems that put us both into this current predicament. Oh, no, when Tsaw poor old Butch lying there dead, I realized that he had really been nothing more than a pawn used by both of us."
"How can you say that?" Irene raised her voice. "I loved him so much."
"I don't mean we did it intentionally," Rita explained, "it was accidental, purely so. But that didn't make it any more right in the final analysis. No, honey, I'm gonna make some adjustments. Things are gonna be done differently by me after this."
"I don't know," Irene sighed, "you might be right. You do seem to make a lot of sense."
"I think we'll just destroy ourselves if we try and live the way that we have been. No, I can see the light. I'm gonna change. I really am. I'm determined to."
"I can't help but admire you, Rita. Maybe I'll wind up disagreeing with you. I don't know. I'm too confused. I'll at least consider what you're saying."
"Please do. I really wish you would."
"Every time I look at you, though, I want to have sex with you."
"I feel the same way about you right now," Rita admitted. "But I recognize that if I condition myself a little bit I'll grow out of that phase. I'll find a man. I'll tell you something. I picked a terrible one in Dave. You were right about that. But there are other men around. My life is gonna change for the better."
