THE AFTERNOON- FINAL



"I'm home," Mark said, making his voice sound as tired as he felt. If there was anything he didn't want at the moment, it was a recurrence of the argument he had had with Natalie in the morning. "Well... it's about time," Natalie said, coming, out of the kitchen drying her hands. "I expected you home over an hour ago." "Honey... the boss was really bending my ear. I couldn't get away from him," Mark told her, silently praying for a little understanding. "Not even to call me and tell me you would be late?" She raised her eye brows, and Mark could see that he was headed for a confrontation. "Come on, Natalie, have a heart. He's the boss." "And he's more important than I am, right?" she said. Her voice was cold, low and almost threatening. Mark regarded her as though he were looking at a total stranger. She was staring back at him, looking at him right in the eyes, her own lovely gray pools seething with an anger she had been developing all day. "I tried to call you at the office, but some woman kept telling me that you were busy." The secretary that had been assigned to me, Mark thought. An efficient lady, and all business, but Mark didn't even remember her name. "How about a drink before we have dinner?" Mark suggested, hoping that by changing the subject he could calm her down. But Natalie was pissed. She had been sleeping all day. The way Mark had just walked out on her like that had really set her off, and she was not about to be appeased by the fact that he had such an old hat excuse as a hard day at the office. "Dinner is ruined," she said, never taking her eyes off his. "And we don't have anything to drink in the house. Besides, you smell as though you've had plenty to drink all ready." "Just a couple, honest honey; my boss was really putting them down. I was just pretending to hold my own against him." "You mean... you mean you were spent the entire afternoon drinking?" Natalie shrieked. "I don't believe it. You were drinking all afternoon, and you couldn't even slip away to give me a call. That's all I wanted. Just a phone call to let me know you remembered I'm alive." "I told you... I couldn't get away," Mark said. He was feeling desperate now. He had never seen his wife acting like this. Right from the day he had met her, she had been warm and understanding. He couldn't believe that one day after their honeymoon, she was turning into some kind of a whining bitch, trying to bend him to her own will. "You could have gotten away if you wanted," Natalie said, determined that she would hold her ground. "You just didn't want to get away. Why won't you admit it?" They stared at each other, each thinking that a terrible mistake had been made in their getting married. "I don't have to stand here and take this, that's for sure," Mark said, picking his coat up from the table next to the door where he had set it down. "I put up with an incredible amount of shit at the office. I don't have to put up with it here." After giving her a steely gaze, he spun around and walked out the door, slamming it behind him in a repeat performance of the morning. Natalie opened and closed her fists, staring at the door as though she expected that Mark would just come right back in. She couldn't believe what had happened. She had been pissed all day, and she was convinced that she was justified at being angry at her husband. All she wanted was what any normal woman wanted. She had become very aroused in the morning, and Mark had failed to even attempt to satisfy her. She had wanted to finger her vagina all day, but she held off, preferring to wait until Mark came home and let him take care of her. As the day had worn on, she had become more and more frustrated with just thinking about his long thick dick. And when he hadn't called, she had felt even worse. And now this! She wanted to cry. This wasn't what she had wanted at all, but the mounting of her sexual passion had put her nerves on edge, until she had to lash out at someone. Mark had just been there... the very person she didn't want to make angry. But if Natalie was angry, both Kathleen and Tom were feeling on the top of the world. Tom had explained as much as he could to Kathleen, and he was pleasantly surprised to learn that she shared in his excitement for adventure. Things had been getting pretty dull she told him. This idea of Tom’s might liven up the atmosphere around the neighborhood. When Mark came home that evening, they were outside on their enclosed deck in order to hear everything the house next door. Tom and Kat smiled and were ready to pounce when Mark stormed out of the apartment. "Okay, love," Tom said, putting the leash on Sam. "I think he's about as ready as you are. Go out and get him. Just play it cool." "Don't worry about me," Kathleen said as she slipped into a light jacket. "I just hope he doesn't wander all over town." "He won't. I've seen things like this before. He'll head straight to the nearest bar. He should be easy pickings for you." He gave her a little wink as she opened the door. Giving her a little time to leave the hall, he looked at Sam. "Well, friend, looks like you and me are going for a little walk. Would you like that?" Sam perked up his ears. He had been a little confused when Kathleen walked out of the apartment without him, and while he liked Tom, he wasn't sure what was happening. Taking the dog's leash, Tom led him down the walk and over to the house next to his. He knocked on the door and waited patiently, not certain about what would happen, but knowing that as long as he played things by ear, everything would turn out. Sam was his ace of trump! Natalie opened the door with a beaming face, hoping that it was her husband. When she saw that it wasn't, her expression fell. "Ooohhh... hello," she said, gazing long and hard into Tom's dark eyes. Then, feeling something rubbing against her leg, she looked down to see the huge Great Dane. "Hi," Tom said, smiling in as friendly a manner as he could. "Sam and I were out for a walk and thought we would drop in and say Hi to you and Mark.” At first Natalie thought of telling him that she just wanted to be alone, but she thought the better of that. She really didn't want to be alone. “Mark is not home yet,” she said, “however, I expect he will be along after a while. "Come in," she said, smiling sweetly... innocently. "And how is Sam today?" Tom entered the apartment and looked around automatiTom. Sam found a place in the middle of the floor and sat there eyeing the woman. His keen nose told him something that even Tom, with all his experience in dealing with women, didn't notice. This woman was aroused, and Sam began thinking that he had been brought here to again lick the vagina of this lady. He liked her right away from the first time, but he knew that he would have to wait until he was told before he could sniff her pussy. "I'd offer you something to drink, but we don’t have anything at the moment. I haven't had time to get anything but Coke." "Coke is fine," Tom said casually, watching her as she entered the kitchen. He knew right away that he and Kathleen had hit gold with this one. She was really friendly, and she was actually acting as though she didn't want him to think she was married. And the way she walked was also encouraging. She was deliberately swaying her lush, firm ass back and forth, the tight skirt she was wearing clinging to the fleshy orbs of her buttocks, showing him the outline of her ass. She was really a lovely woman... more so than hearing her voice through the wall would have indicated, and he could feel his dick growing in his pants. As she stood in front of the refrigerator, she offered him a profile of her ripe body, and Tom's eyes went from the graceful swell of her hips to the generous out-thrusting of her breasts.



He could tell that she was not wearing a bra, and her breasts were both large and firm, their nipples strangely swollen and straining against the thin cloth of her white cotton blouse. He loved the way her bright blonde hair fell lushly to her softly rounded shoulders and bounced as she walked from the kitchen back to the dining room. Her breasts jiggled as she walked as well, and she took a seat at the other end of the couch from him, turning full to him as she offered him an opened can of Coke. "I like to think that someone has to make the first move on things tha occur in the neighborhood. Kie when someone new moves in, or if one of our close couples is having problems," Tom said casually, taking a drink from the can and resting his eyes on her melon-shaped breasts. Uuuummmm... they were really nice looking, and it was all the young man could do to keep from reaching out and squeezing them right then and there. He knew that if he just held off a little, he would be getting his dick into her soon enough. No point in rushing things. He'd learned long ago that playing a hand too early can be worse than disastrous. "I think that's a very nice idea," she told him, her eyes sparkling. As she took a sip of her own drink, she caught herself doing something she never thought she would ever do in her own home. She was actually flirting with Tom. She couldn't believe it, but as she thought about it, she was puzzled by the fact that it really didn't bother her. But what really startled her was that she was all but going out of her way to let him think she was available and ready for fucking! This thought really confused her, and she turned away from him to face front, looking at the dog still sitting in the middle of the room. There was something about Sam, the dog... something strange and exciting. If she didn't know better, she would have sworn that the dog, Sam, she reminded herself, was actually trying to look up her skirt. Even though she believed that was silly, she remembered how the dog had acted with Bess at the swinging party and how he acted when she was over with Kathleen just a day or so ago. That Sam was some kind of lover, but Natalie wasn’t sure she wanted Tom to know what she had done with Sam. "So tell me," she said, once again facing the rather handsome young man sitting on the other end of the couch. "Where is Kathleen?" "Oooohhh, she is out looking for something. I am not sure where she went or when she will be back. I'm not concerned though, she is a big girl,” Tom said in an off-handed manner. "She and I sort of come and go as we please. I have a great deal of freedom, and I allow Kathleen all the freedom she desires. We both meet some interesting people. I learn a great deal from people. More than I ever did from books." "Were you a student?" "Oh yes, an engineering graduate. I was a very good student too, but the whole college thing really bored me. After I got my degree, I worked with a friend and we collaborated on an invention that has done well. Now, I consult to others on applications of our invention but in truth, I wanted to be free and see as many things as I could." "You're something of a romantic," Natalie remarked, smiling and making her eyes twinkle. She had heard a lot about people who traveled about, but she had never met one of them. To her, the whole idea sounded very nice. "That I am," Tom said, noting that she had turned herself in a rather seductive manner. The young man was pretty certain that what she was doing was purely sub-conscious, but she was definitely coming on him. "And you? What do you do? I did not ask at the parties, but of course, we had another agenda for those.” Both laughed at the lack of social amenities at the swinging parties hosted by Tom and Kathleen. "Oooohhh... uh... nothing at the moment. I'm looking for a job." "Is that so?" Tom said, raising his eye brows.

"A pretty girl like you should find herself a line of work she enjoys rather than a line of work just to stay busy.” Tom said, giving her a side long glance. "That's a thought," Natalie said, still smiling. God! She thought. What the hell am I doing? I'm all but throwing myself at Tom, and Mark could come home at any moment. What's the matter with me? She decided that she was playing the game just a little too seriously, but after the way Mark had walked out on her twice in the same day, she really didn't feel all that guilty. The tingling she had felt in her vagina since the morning was really getting to her, and she found that every time she moved, the tingling increased. Occasionally, as she and Tom made small talk, she dropped her eyes to his muscular-looking loins. She noticed that he had a semi-erection, and she began to feel a little bad that she was leading him on. The anger Mark had infused in her was being re-channeled into overt flirtation toward Tom. As they continued to make small talk, Natalie tried to be not so seductive. Sam moved back and forth padding his great forepaws on the rug. His keen sense of smell noticed an increasing of the woman's arousal. He wondered why he was being made to sit and submit himself to this torture. Her feminine odor was wafting against his nostrils, and he wanted nothing more than to press his long nose tightly against her aromatic pussy. He made a little impatient whine, which went unnoticed by both Tom and Natalie and his ears drooped. He knew he had to wait for the signal before he did anything, but there was an aching in his animal loins that would not go away. It was getting stronger. For some reason, his master was just talking to this pretty woman. At least if her clothes were off, he would know that sooner or later, he would get a chance to drive his long thick tongue deeply into the seething sluice of her pussy. But neither man nor woman appeared to notice him. Finally, Sam could stand it no longer. The dog knew that no command had been issued, but all his discipline and training was fast fading. He had to act and act fast! Getting to his feet, he slowly walked over to where Natalie was sitting on the couch and stood up on his hind legs, his strong forepaws pressing tightly against her swollen breasts for support. Then he lashed out with his tongue, swiping it in a friendly manner. "Ooooooohhhhh..." Natalie said, at first startled, and then, realizing that the dog was just being friendly, relieved and playful. Sam gave her smooth, flawless face several laps with his thick damp tongue. Natalie set her can of Coke down on the small end table. She took his great, furry head between her hands and scratched him behind his ears. "Sam!" Tom said in a mock scolding voice. He knew that the dog had been going through sheer hell, and that it was only a matter of time before he would make a move. Tom had been counting on something like this. He made only a feeble effort to pull the huge dog away from Natalie. The weight of the dog pressing against her caused Natalie to sit back, and her legs reflexively opened to maintain her balance. The aroused dog was not going to be stopped merely by the voice of his master. He lowered himself to the floor and, seeing that the pretty woman's legs were now spread, he inched his face forward. Everything seemed to happen in the blink of an eye. His long tongue shot out as far as he could make it go at the heat he could sense emanating from the crevice between her thighs. Sam felt some relief, but also some frustration as his fleshy, wet tongue pressed tightly up against her panties. He tasted that they were soaked with the flowing juices of the desire he had smelled rising from her, and he stabbed at the cloth covering her crotch as though his life depended on it. The effect on Natalie was as if she had been touched there by an electric live wire. Every thought in her mind seemed to come to a sudden halt. She couldn't have been more surprised if Tom had just lunged for her. She also couldn't have been more aroused if her own husband had placed his hand on the cum-soaked nylon of her skimpy panties. She stiffened in amazement and drew in a sharp, hissing breath, momentarily forgetting that Tom was sitting in the room with her as the dog's insistent tongue, in its desperate desire to enter her pussy, actually slipped up under one elastic leg band and came into direct contact with her passion-flushed vaginal lips. Her hazel eyes sprang wide open in complete shock. She was not certain that Kathleen had not told Tom of the afternoon rendezvous she, Sam and Kathleen had a couple of days back. Natalie looked down, stunned at the intensity of her reaction. She hoped more than anything that allowing Sam to fuck her a few days ago was not information Tom had learned. If Tom knew, then mark would soon know. Natalie would die of embarrassment. Her own control over her body was slipping away from her as she felt Sam's tongue again slip under a panty leg-band and slither hotly, wetly, into her pussy sluice! "AAAAAAHHHHHHH..." she gasped as all her breath left her body in one mighty rush. She tried to clamp her legs shut to prevent the dog from continuing.



"SAM... TOM...!!" Natalie turned a passion-flushed face to the man who was sitting on the other end of the couch, wanting him to pull the great dog away from her, yet actually wishing and hoping that he wouldn't. The thought of having Sam lick her pussy, between her legs, was bad to her, but not as bad as having another man watch the dog doing it. "No... no... no..." she gasped, trying to find the strength to do what she knew she had to do. Natalie was further shocked to see that Tom was merely smiling at her. When he spoke to her, his voice sounded as though he were a million miles away. "Sam really likes you, Natalie. And it looks like you really like him. And from what he is doing, I have the feeling you and he are better acquainted than most people know!" She couldn't believe he'd said that, but again, Sam made a stab with his tongue against her wet, seething pussy under her skirt, and her mind was completely washed clean of any rational thought. "I... I... I..." she stammered, trying to think of something to say, and failing completely. Her shame was that of having Tom watching her while this dog licked desperately at her vagina. She wanted to scream! Both in ecstasy and shame; she wanted to reach down and remove Sam’s head from between her thighs. But she couldn't! Each keening stab he made with his hot, wet, semi-rough tongue against her needing pussy drained her strength and will. Natalie was so horny, she was helpless to move. Taking his can of Coke with him, Tom came to a standing position. "I think you'll just have to let Sam have his way," he said in a calm rational voice. Inwardly, he was jumping for glee. In no time, Natalie would be ripping her clothes off and letting Sam get at her pussy with no abandon. And after Sam was done with her, Tom was going to take a turn! Things were working out pretty nicely. Natalie pulled her hips back, breaking the contact the dog's tongue made with her pussy. She felt a bit of her strength returning to her, and she tried to regain her sense of composure. "You mean... I... I should... I should just strip and let... let this dog... AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH...!" she wailed out again as Sam moved into position and again shot his tongue out against Natalie's passion-flooded pussy lips. That was the final straw. The frustration she felt from her husband’s neglect had finally reached the breaking point. Sam's long thick tongue shot out, this time to bury itself well inside her soft vaginal opening. The texture of the dog’s tongue seemed to send a million tiny fire-tipped needles searing through her aroused body. Natalie knew that she couldn't help herself. It would serve Mark right if he came home and found her being licked by the dog while their neighbor watched. In fact, the whole idea of Mark actually seeing her like that would probably teach him a lesson. Somehow, with her mind now made up, she found the strength to tear her blouse from her chest, popping all the buttons in her haste to get naked. She didn't care that a near stranger was watching her doing this. She didn't care that a dog was giving her such incredible pleasure. All that mattered was the pleasure itself, and she was going to take full advantage of it. Come what may! Her full, sensuous breasts spilled to either side as they were freed from their confining garment. Before she could find the side zipper of her skirt the dog's darting pink tongue flickered over her still-covered loins, again taking the breath from her lungs. She drew her legs up and spread them, letting the bottom hem of her skirt ride all the way up to her waist, completely exposing her panty-covered pussy to the dog's skillfully lashing tongue. Was this actually happening, Natalie thought to herself? Could this be real? Was this just a strange dream? Again and again she thought that the very least she could do was ask Tom to leave. But her body would not listen to the reasoning of her mind. This was the pleasure that had been denied her all day... the pleasure she had so desperately wanted, that had been so cruelly withheld from her by her husband. What difference did it make that Tom would see her?? By the time these thoughts had sorted themselves out in her mind, she had found the zipper of her skirt, and she pulled it down, spreading the garment out beneath her, panting as though she had just broken the world record for running the mile. And even though Sam's body was in the way, she still managed to hoist her firm buttocks up off the couch cushions. "Aaaaaaahhhhhhh..." she moaned in soul-satisfying relief as she stretched her now completely naked body out on the couch, letting the curling, dipping, thrusting tongue take total control over her body, lapping molten fire into her pussy with each loving stroke. Yes! Yes! Why bother to fight it she finally thought? She had wanted something like this all day. She had even prevented herself from fingering her body so that she would be all the more ready for her husband, and he had just walked out. And Tom certainly didn't seem like the kind of person who thought this was wrong or depraved. "Oooohhhh... ooohhh..." she heard her voice moan, “Ohhhhhh Sam, do it! Do me! Lick me! Lick my pussy... my pussy... Oooohhh... make me cum...!" The last of her resistance gone, Natalie's hips started a slow grinding up toward the dog's pleasure-giving tongue. She thrust her steaming pussy tightly against his long snout, her heels digging into the couch beneath to give her more leverage. Out and in, out and in, the long thick tongue flashed wetly. Natalie lifted her head and watched with passion-glazed eyes as Sam licked her skillfully. The Dane started at her tiny little anus, gliding hotly over the quivering mouth of her vagina, splaying aside her fever-pink pussy-lips and slicing through the soft moist flesh to finally rasp maddeningly across her erect, budding clitoris. Tom smiled and watched as Sam licked tirelessly, happily at the soft bare mound of treasures spread so wantonly before him. Tom knew that Sam was savoring the hot musky taste and odor, and was trying to slip his tongue as far as possible up into Natalie's fluttering pussy cavern. The handsome animal looked and acted happy, and even though he had broken training, Tom would not reprimand the dog for this transgression. Natalie seemed to have gone crazy beneath the slavering animal. Continuous choking mewls of abandoned pleasure streamed from her half-parted lips and her buttocks churned wildly on the couch. Her pussy was lashed to frenzy by the long tongue slicing deep into her most secret parts. Flailing, thrashing, moaning, the completely conquered woman twisted beneath the animal-lover in wanton acceptance. She welcomed his long pink tongue in her innermost depths, totally lost in the ecstasy which was washing away the frustration her husband had caused her. "Aaaaaaaaaahhhhh... aaaaaaaahhhhhhaaahhhhh..." she chanted mindlessly, each moaning utterance matching a burning swipe of Sam's wildly flicking tongue. She knew that she was going to cum. She knew that nothing could hold her back. A throbbing force had taken possession of her belly, just waiting for the moment when it would sweep over her entire body, making her a helpless puppet, pulled by the age-old strings of culminating passion. She remembered an identical feeling just days ago and she admitted to Kathleen then, she had never known anything like this... not even with her husband! This was so wonderful... so totally, wickedly wonderful...! The gasping young wife's eyes opened to stare at the ceiling, and she felt as though she were floating up to it. The force inside her belly was growing relentlessly, stretching itself thinner and thinner with each wonderful swipe Sam made with his glorious tongue, seeming to fill her belly with a shuddering tension that would have to burst or split her wide open. Then suddenly, the orgasm that had been denied her by her husband exploded through her like fireworks searing her insides with white-hot bolts of pure energy, and pure unfettered passion! A long low wailing moan hissed from her throat and her screaming loins thrust upward one last time as her legs held her whole body rigid in an attitude of shuddering tension. She couldn't move beyond that. She remained rigidly in place. The cords in her slender neck stood out sharply against translucent white skin while the incredible explosion went on deep up inside her spasming body. It was an endless moment of climaxing for the young woman, without time or special reference, just an on-going internal silent explosion that swept away every thought from her mind. When it was finally over, Natalie's whole body went limp as if someone had cut her strings. She rolled off the couch onto the floor in a gasping heap. She lay on her belly for what seemed like an eternity, letting the pleasant little after-shocks of her orgasm ripple through her. It was a long time before she could even begin to think. Sam looked at her. He liked licking her seething little pussy. It had been moist and hot and very, very sweet, and he wondered if something was wrong with the woman as she lay moaning softly on the floor. He lowered his furry head and sniffed the air, trying to pick up the scent of something wrong. There was nothing but the heady aroma of her passion fluids still dripping from her quivering vaginal lips. He whined once, and then looked to Tom, waiting for further instructions. While he had been licking Natalie, his long thick animal penis had emerged from its furry sheath, and he could feel a dull ache in his dog-balls, letting him know that, if everything was all right, he wanted to fuck the lovely lady. Natalie was besieged with conflicting emotions and sensations. On one hand, she felt as if she were being torn to shreds by the hot, drilling doggie tongue that reamed her vaginal cove. But on the other hand, she found that as long as she yielded to the sensations streaming through her body, it was delightful... more than delightful.



Sam began to grow more and more impatient. The scent of young woman filled the room. It was all he could do to control himself. He leaped down from the couch where he had been patiently waiting and snuggled up tight against Natalie. "Well... looks like we have someone here who would like another round," the young blonde girl said with glee. "He's such an amazing little pussy licker... Did Kathleen train him?" Natalie asked with admiration. "Uh huh," Tom answered. He told the young pretty wife the same story Kathleen had told him on how she started with dogs. She had run away from home and was picked up by the police. Since her parents didn't want her back, she had been put in a home for runaways. One of the women matrons there had a dog and the woman introduced Kathleen to girl/girl sex as well as doggy/girl sex. "So when Kathleen and I got together, she had me get Sam for her." "Ooooooohhhhhh... that is really hot. I would like to hear the whole story about that,” Natalie cooed. "Kathleen will have to tell you,” said Tom. “It isn’t my story to tell.”

Natalie’s respect and admiration for the man instantly went up a few notches. "I think Sam has plans for you,” Tom said. "And you would be the person who would like to direct Sam and I,” Natalie said pleasantly. "You're quite a bright man." Tom beamed. He had known all along what he was going to do at this point. "Suppose the three of us go into the bedroom and you take care of Sam. I'm certain I will have some pretty interesting ideas in that department." Natalie’s nostrils flared and her eyelashes fluttered. Everything seemed so right to her. She walked to the bedroom and sank down on the bed. Tom was so intent on watching Natalie and Sam that he remained standing in the doorway. Natalie instinctively squeezed her thighs together over Sam’s furry head as she felt his cold wet nose pressed again silky plump pussy. Her pussy began to tingle with desire and her heart beat furiously. She glanced at Tome in the doorway. The dog's big dick had nearly reached its full length and he had inclined his head -- his eyes locked tightly on the firm bodied young woman. The soft wet slap of his moist pink tongue sounded against her pussy lips like a ripe watermelon bursting as it fell from a truck to the sidewalk. THAA-WAAP. Tom could hear Natalie gasping for air as she watched Kathleen’s dog lick her again. Sam’s head and tongue moved in slow, calculating movements. He would wrap his tongue hotly over her pussy and as he drug his head upward, the flat tongue would separate and part Natalie’s hot soaking cunt lips. Sam would continue to drag his tongue upward until its rough texture would rasp over Natalie’s swollen throbbing clit. Each long slow stroking lick of the dog’s tongue would result in a long low mewl like wail from Natalie.



The young girl had never felt anything like this. She could feel the flow of a warm heavy liquid secreting from her own heated loins. The liquid washed down through her vagina and out between the moist outer lips of her trembling pussy. It seemed to flow like a river, and before she knew what was happening, her belly was clenching and unclenching as if in lewd desire for a long thick penis to fill her hungry depths. A sharp pang of excitement flashed through Tom's burning loins as Sam whimpered and then endeavored to slide his tongue deeply inside Natalie’s gushing pussy. Tom gasped as Sam’s tongue and nose worked furiously between Natalie’s thighs. The moisture from her tingling pussy lips had become a virtual torrent. Desire swam in her belly like a raging forest fire, and Sam's instinctual whimpers from between her splayed thighs only seemed to encourage the excitement that was making her pussy boil. Then Tom's eyes opened wide as she saw Natalie roll to her hands and knees. She moved on all fours toward Sam. The big dog jerked up his head, removing his tongue from her drenched pussy. The dog watched her dangling breasts dance whitely beneath her body as she moved across the bed. Her nipples were hard and grazing the sheet from moment to moment as she crawled. The big dog shifted as his penis emerged still farther, pulsing with blood. The beautiful girl’s mouth was watering hungrily, filling with saliva, and she gazed raptly and with ardent unconcealed desire at Sam's massive canine dick. Then, uttering a sigh of complete enchantment and happiness, Natalie's head fell forward as her fingers gripped the base of the Great Dane's hotly throbbing shaft, her long wavy blonde hair fanning out on each side. Her open mouth moved forward to capture his glistening red animal penis. Her warm moist mouth made an oval shape like a bitch's pussy over his burning hot dick. Natalie closed her lips in a soft wet pressure around it. The dog's sharp teeth clattered in his head as Natalie began ardently to suck. Whimpers and groans of pleasure escaped Sam's throat in chorus with the sighs and mewls issuing happily from Natalie’s lips around his pulsating rod of flesh. Tom watched spellbound from the doorway. Natalie was sucking with fervor on the lust-engorged shaft of the huge dog Sam, and for the beautiful blonde there was nothing in the world that could hold a candle to a dog's dick for pure pleasure. No matter that she had not done this kind of thing very many times, it was overwhelmingly exciting for her. With her tongue and mouth laving Sam's penis to death, she felt as if she were growing dizzy and in another moment would swoon dead away from sensual happiness. As her lips and tongue moved over his slippery rigidity, feeling every last lurid pulsation and blood-swollen ridge, her pussy moistened hopelessly and her dick-hungry belly felt as if it were full of butterflies. This warm animal penis was well worth worshiping... dog dick in her mouth was the most incredible sensation in the world. Tom's nostrils flared as he watched his neighbor's obscene display.



Tom couldn't repress a shudder. His eyes glazed over and he panted helplessly, watching this amazing display of unspeakable lewdness. By now, Natalie has engulfed most the length of the long thick dog dick into her mouth. Sam slowly rocked his powerful hips to and fro as thought he were fucking her mouth. Then abruptly, Sam lifted his nose as Natalie turned on the bed. Looking to her right, she spied the low bench seat that matched her vanity table. She crawled off the bed and pulled the bench from under the table. Sam followed her nudging her hips forward and upward with his huge head. Once Natalie had the bench in place, she draped her body over it using the seat to support her tummy. Her pussy raised up, and Sam’s immense head lowered again and his thick pink tongue slithered far up into the exposed cleft between the groaning woman's buttocks. Tom was breathless from the incomparable performance, but even more so from the rhythmic tongue-fucking she was getting along her vaginal furrow from Sam. Natalie gasped and made small, hoarse groans, gripping the legs of the bench with clenched fists. Now Natalie reached back in order to spread her creamy white ass cheeks open like a curtain from her delicately throbbing anus, giving the dog's tongue plenty of room as it worked on her burning hot crevice with increasing urgency. "Ah... oh... oh... that... that's it... daaaaaarling... oh my God... my God!" the mournful sobbing cries of pure lust tumbled from her sensually parted lips. Watching this licentious depravity, Tom could feel the flame escalating in his own belly. The aching hunger spread from his abdomen down into his raging hard dick. He labored gasping for breath, while Natalie arched her pelvis in order to push her pussy tighter into Sam's wildly lapping face. Natalie knelt up, elevating her white alluring buttocks, bending farther over the bench before her furry master in willing surrender. His long, relentless tongue was driving her totally wild. She was on all fours now and the huge dog mounted her smoothly spread ass-cheeks, his forepaws gripping her sleek, sweat slicked back, his curling lips dripping saliva all over her naked flesh. His glistening scarlet penis had slipped about 10 inches out of its furry sheath. The beginning swell of the dog dick knot was visible. The dog dick was dripping milk-white animal pre-cum from its pointed tip. The tapered end of it slipped and danced in the hot, damp crevice of Natalie’s loins as the dog trembled and jerked, trying to locate the girl's soft puffy pussy. The decadent blonde looked behind her, shifting her upraised buttocks in order to capture the dog's rapidly lengthening dick. She strove desperately to scabbard the long, pinkly glistening organ in her voraciously grasping pussy mouth, but the dog's penis kept slipping up to rub maddeningly against her clitoris, the throbbing redness of his penis contrasting starkly with the woman's glistening pink pussy. Tom, still watching incredulous from the doorway was hopelessly awash with lust. The depraved reality of Natalie’s hunger for Sam forced Tom to release his massive erect dick from his trousers. Walking to the front of the bench, Tom waved his flagstaff in front of Natalie’s face. Just as Natalie’s experienced cunt captured Sam's slippery dick into her hot wet pussy, Tom slide his dick into her opening mouth.

Natalie’s attention was riveted on her pussy and the dog dick as Sam suddenly found his footing and buried his hot red dick with a lurch up inside the blonde's upturned vagina. It slithered forward with a wet rush until it was sunk to the hilt in her quivering white belly, the animal's sperm-filled testicles swinging below to smack heavily into the woman's wetly dripping vaginal lips. A moan of relief broke from her lust-contorted lips and she moved rhythmically forward on Tom’s dick in her throat. His forelegs wrapped snugly around her smoothly curved hips, and she undulated her body in small lewd circles, abandoning herself to this delicious, searing animal-fucking of her hot little pussy. Her face turned sidewise and Tom could see the delighted rapture that had spread across it, her long red hair spilling over her cheeks and fanning out on the ground. Her desire-swollen breasts swayed this way and that beneath her sensuously writhing torso, dancing in time to the skewering dog-dick as it slid upward into her welcoming vagina, a relentless hot poker of glistening hardness burying itself deeply and thrillingly within her yearning pussy.

By now Tom's breath was coming in tight, frantic gasps and the burning sensation bubbling in his belly was almost too much to endure. He felt as if his eyes would explode right out of his head. Of course Kathleen had told him a complete detailed account of the afternoon she and Natalie had with Sam a couple of days ago, but Tom never imagined Natalie could be so wild so soon and without any inhibitors in her. Tom's body perspired feverishly as he watched the hottest thing he had ever seen play out before him. And not five feet away, Natalie was now clearly out of her mind and was shouting lewd encouragement to the dumb beast through desperately clenched teeth: "Oh! Fuck me harder! Oh God! Oh Sam! I want to feel all of it! Blow your hot cum in to my belly, Sam! HURRY!" Natalie seemed no longer human, but rather a part of the dog, an extension of his bestiality, a trembling mass of yelping and squealing lust-deranged flesh pleading to be mercilessly fucked by the dog, its heavily veined dick moving like a piston swiftly in and out of her tender young vaginal passage. She was reveling in her abandoned lust, grinding her buttocks salaciously back against his furry form. The pressure was building volcanically in Tom's loins too, as Sam continued to fuck ravenously into Natalie’s drenched cunt. Occasionally, like an attentive lover, the dog would lick Natalie’s back and neck causing her squirming ass to dance more fervidly on Sam’s rigid red 13” dick. Tom’s breathing was coming in ardent, ragged gasps. He watched the obscene display occurring in front of him. Suddenly there was a long, wailing moan from his lust-possessed neighbor. Natalie thrashed madly, as the sound one of pure unbearable pleasure broke from her delicate throat. Clearly, the blonde was hurtling through a soul shattering orgasm, working her pussy greedily up and down the dog's huge dick almost as fast as he pummeled her with it. The Great Dane's tongue lolled wetly out of his jaws as he fucked her with ferocious abandon, his saliva dripping into a pool that formed in the milky smooth estuary of her back. "Oh! Oh! That's it!" she cried. "Oh my God! I'M CUMMING! FUCK ME SAM! FUCK ME HARD AND DEEP! OHHH YES; YOU BIG BEAUTIFUL BRUTE OF A LOVER! GIVE AUNTIE NATALIE YOUR DICK AND YOUR CUM! GIVE IT TO NATALIE SAM! HURRY BOY! LOAD NATALIE’S CUNT AND TUMMY WITH YOUR HOT CUM. FUCK ME TO DEATH!"



Natalie sobbed uncontrollably. Sam jerked forward, his massive grapefruit sized knot burying in Natalie’s soaked pussy. The intrusion of such a huge bit of flesh past such firm and tight muscles caused Natalie to scream. After the initial shock and once her sweet cunt had closed around the dog dick shaft behind the knot, Natalie felt the same sensation as she had felt a few days before when she was with Sam. That knot rubbed against something inside Natalie’s pussy.



The rubbing and pressure of that knot against the something inside Natalie’s pussy resulted in earth quake like waves of strong sensations and feelings originating in her tummy and radiating outward toward her pussy and clitoris. Natalie felt an uncontrollable urge to pee. Sam was shuddering from head to foot, and began yelping a series of lengthy, drawn-out whimpers as he sank his heavy penis in Natalie and began to jack-hammer short rapid and powerful strokes into Natalie’s pussy. Sam’s dick commenced spitting sperm in deep, hot spurts up into her greedy womb. Natalie's smooth round buttocks contracted uncontrollably, signaling the orgiastic upheaval in her wildly fluttering belly. Thick white liquid seeped back out from their tightly locked connection, spreading out over her sensuously quivering ass-cheeks... with trails of sticky wetness that ran down the ivory columns of her thighs. Her buttocks shone in the light, displaying her cum-soaked pubic hair and below that her sated pink pussy flesh. Finally the blonde pitched forward, sobbing with happiness, onto her face, her entire body bathed in perspiration from her feverish, mind-shattering climax. The dog's rapidly deflating penis slid slowly from her semen flooded passage with a soft lewd sucking noise. And then in one final move of obscene depravity, the beast dropped his head to her still warm and widespread pussy and licked at the hot white moisture seeping from her open oval flesh. It was this last licentious act as much as anything which brought Tom flying shudderingly upward towards her own magnificent climax. She could feel every last nerve and sinew in her body begin to shake and sputter, and she closed her eyes tightly, muttering heatedly: "Oh no... stop... get away... oh... oh... don't stop... oh God... I'm going to... oh no... no... oooooohhhhhh..." She jerked her pelvis forward as her entire body began shuddering mindlessly from head to foot. A deep, rasping gurgle of happiness seemed to be ripping her throat apart, and her lungs and belly with it. She wanted to cry out for happiness, to scream, to leap up into the air. The great happy feeling in her churning loins was like nothing she had ever experienced in her entire life. A lust-heated wash of cum echoed from her vaginal walls to gush down over Sam's ardently lapping mouth. A steel spring uncoiled in her stomach, spitting out through the burning center of her pussy as Sam licked and nudged her blazing clitoris without pause. All of her loins seemed to open up like a flower under the heat of a tropic sun. It was as if there was a small sun inside her going nova, and she groaned lavishly, devoured by pleasure, her cum painting Sam's snout white. Tom completely lost touch with the world for several long moments as she mewled and sobbed with uncontrollable happiness as Sam licked her to completion. Her pelvis shuddered upward to his face and the tides of her orgasm threatened to carry her off. As her exhausted and happy flesh quivered downward from the majestic heights of her climax, she found herself panting for breath, a delirious relaxed and happy smile plastered across her face. When she opened her eyes and rejoined the world, Natalie was no longer ashamed or embarrassed with her act with Sam. For a moment, Tom wondered if Natalie was in shock because Natalie had let his dog Sam fuck her! And worse, Natalie had allowed him to watch. Slowly, the beautiful blonde girl relaxed her muscles. Her clenching pussy no longer clamped onto Sam’s huge hard dick. Having blown nearly a quart of puppy cum into the pretty young girl, Sam’s dick knot subsided. With a loud and audible “PLOP” the massive doggy dick withdrew from Natalie’s fantastic pussy.



Tom had now learned that Natalie was more wanton than any women he had ever known. Tom knew Natalie would demand Mark to get her a huge male dog. Natalie would explain to him that Kathleen had introduced her to Sam and huge cum filled red doggie dick. Natalie would make her young husband see she was determined to own her own dog. Natalie would demand that Mark buy her one... just to keep her happy when Mark wasn't around. Tom didn't care because he never seemed to tire of watching Natalie and Sam go at it. The thing she had for that dog was something Mark would have to witness rather than hear about in whispers,. Tom was glad he was able to see it first hand.