Chapter 3

"Sally!"

Angie's voice betrayed horrified shock as she realized her girlfriend must have seen her urging the dog to lap her cunt. She had to be thinking she had a pervert for a friend--a woman that made love to a dog, and talked to him as though he were a human lover.

"Wow, you sure scared me for a while there," Sally remarked as she sat next to the blonde on the bed.

"I'm sorry, Sally, really I am!" Angie blurted out, her brain afire with confused guilt and anxiety. Had she lost her best friend?

"I had a fight with my date and he wouldn't drive me home, so I came here and you weren't home and just Saxon and I were alone together. And I felt so lonely and so frustrated. Oh, damn men! It's all that Dave Wagner's fault! If it weren't for him, neither you nor I would know what a pervert I am."

Momentary anger gave way to tears as the contrite woman buried her face in her hands and began to sob. Angie was surprised to feel a soothing hand rubbing her shoulder and then down over a tit. Could it be that Sally was going to forgive her the awful thing she'd done?

"Don't feel bad, Angie honey. I didn't see anything that shocked me. I was just afraid for a minute there that I had prowlers. What a relief to see it was only you and Saxon making out."

Sally laughed an easy comfortable laugh, one that conveyed no malice or mockery, as Angie hesitantly removed her hands from her face and looked up at her lovely friend.

"You mean... you mean you aren't mad at me?"

Sally beamed and squeezed Angie's boob affectionately.

"Why should I be mad at you, honey? I do the same thing myself... and a heck of a lot more. You thought Saxon's tongue felt good, you ought to try his cock."

That did it. Angie forgot to be self-conscious as she pulled herself up to a sitting position and looked the other woman straight in the eye.

"You mean to tell me, Sally McLucas, that you've been fucking your dog?"

Sally didn't bat an eyelash. "Yup." Her face wore a mischievous grin.

"And you didn't even tell your best friend?" Angie was beginning to see the humor of the situation herself.

"Little did I know my best friend would discover my pet's talents all by herself. And then try to steal him away from right under my very nose."

It was Angie who started to giggle first, and soon both girls were writhing on the bed, hugging each other and struggling against convulsions of laughter. Excited by the commotion, Saxon began to bark and wag his tail as he tripped over one and the other of them, licking a face here, an arm there, a tit there. The girls pulled the dog down between them and hugged him affectionately.

"He really is a wonderful dog, Sally. And I promise not to steal him away if you promise to let me have visitors' rights."

"A deal."

"Deal." The girls playfully shook hands over Saxon's furry body.

When she had calmed down, Angie began to reconsider the startling confession her girlfriend had just made.

Sally actually lets her dog fuck her! How could she?

Yet even as her moral senses bristled, Angie felt a new quiver of excitement in her cunt as she began to toy with the idea of what it would be like to have an animal cock up inside her horny twat. Saxon's tongue had certainly felt unbelievably good-- like nothing she had known before. Maybe his cock would also offer fantastic delights to her craving pussy.

As her mind investigated the possibilities, the tingling in her cunt reminded Angie that, although she had experienced an orgasm, she was still horny. She still needed and wanted something long and hard up inside her snatch. She needed to get fucked.

But, no, it was crazy to even think about letting a dog screw her! Sally was here now. She'd had her jollies for the night.

Sally watched as her friend became lost in thought. Though she wasn't sure, Sally had a pretty good idea she knew what the other woman was thinking. She herself had been incredibly aroused by the sight of her lovely friend writhing in ecstasy on the bed while her dog licked her pussy. She had been standing in the doorway for a good ten minutes before she had revealed her presence. Now, she wanted to get her jollies, too. She decided to take the chance that Angie might still be aroused enough to agree to the obscene plan taking form in her mind.

Careful not to disturb her friend or Saxon, Sally rose from the bed and began removing her clothes. She was aware of Angie's gaze on her as she raised her floor-length dress high over her head to reveal her tall, elegantly sculpted body in all its tanned nakedness. She felt titillated by the sudden rush of cooler air on her skin, and by the knowledge that her lovely friend was assessing her body with unabashed admiration.

"You're really beautiful, Sally. Funny--in all the time I've known you, I've never once seen you naked. I always thought you were lovely, but I didn't know just how lovely."

Angie's gaze remained riveted on Sally's body as the darker woman stretched out beside her, on the opposite side now from where Saxon was lying. This time the two women were stretched out naked against one another: Angie a pale, lush natural blonde; Sally a tall, dusky-skinned brunette.

Sally reached a sun-browned arm out over Angie's pale torso and began kneading a tit, reaching forward to give the nipple a quick nip with her teeth and then plant a long slow, wet kiss over the whole areola. At last she raised her head and looked dreamily at her friend.

"You know, I've dreamed a lot about being naked like this with you. You're beautiful, Angie, and your skin tastes so warm and milky, better than an ice-cream cone." She scrunched up her nose in a wicked little grin before again lowering her mouth to her friend's boob.

Though somewhat startled by this new revelation--that her friend also liked to make love to other girls--Angie couldn't feel shocked. Sally's mouth felt so gentle yet at the same time so arousing on her tit that any misgivings she might otherwise have had vanished with the erotic little circles of stimulation that were running from her boobs all the way down to her heating pussy.

"Does that feel good, darling?" Sally murmured as she ran her hands in busy little circles over her friend's tits and belly and down onto her thighs. "I'm so glad that Saxon helped us find each other."

"So am I," Angie replied before she'd had time to think. Well, wasn't she glad? Tonight had been the most interesting sensual experience of her life and she had the feeling there was more to come.

She looked up into the mirror overhead and watched the other girl, who was now kneeling beside her, as she ran her hands so gently, so lovingly over every inch of her exposed body. Filled with a sudden curious blend of passion and affection, Angie sat up and moved her mouth in search of Sally's full, sensual lips.

Their lips met ever so fleetingly at first, just the slightest brush of soft on soft, then, as though of one accord their arms went around each other's shoulders and they were stretched out full-length on the bed, Sally on top, their tongues circling and tantalizing one another with a furious hunger.

As though she'd been doing it all her life, Angie's right hand slid down in search of Sally's tit and squeezed and stroked the rounded flesh feverishly as her tongue continued to invade the taller woman's mouth. She could feel Sally changing position slightly, too, to give freer play to her hand.

"Oh, Sally!" Angie suddenly moaned into the moist cavern of the other woman's mouth. Sally had driven a finger far up into the needing recesses of her tight, wet pussy!

Although she hadn't been expecting the penetration, Angie almost at once felt her cunt-hole dilate to receive the finger, welcoming the lustful rhythm it established there. Angie began churning her crotch to indicate her appreciative acceptance of the invading finger, driving her cunt down onto its stiff shaft with hungry abandon.

Angie was even hotter than Sally had dared hope, and the darker woman was already confident that her plan would work. All it would take now was a little psychology, combined with a fair dose of finger-fucking.

She looked over her friend's shoulder for a moment to smile at the big German shepherd who was lying obediently outstretched on the bedspread, waiting for his mistress's invitation to join in. Your turn next, boy, she thought lewdly to herself as her finger continued to pump in and out of her friend's hungry cunt.

"Mmmm, your pussy's so wet, Angie. You're really excited. I wish I had something bigger to put up there for you. To make you feel good."

"It feels awfully good, Sally," Angie replied, her head tossing from side to side in response to the diddling, her ass churning feverishly down into the bedspread.

"I know, honey, but admit it, wouldn't a big old cock feel even better?"

"I guess so." Angie began thrusting her cunt-mound more demandingly up against the palm of Sally's hand. "I need to get fucked, Sally. I'm so horny for a hard cock I can't stand it."

"I know, baby, I know. Why don't you let Saxon fuck you, Angie honey? I guarantee, it'll be the most amazing thing you ever experienced in your whole life."

For a moment, Angie's body went rigid, but slowly it resumed its writhing response to the finger still drumming persuasively into her craving snatch.

God, could I really fuck a dog? Am I really as depraved as Dave Wagner said I was? she thought.

But Sally had done it. And Sally was the most beautiful person she knew. The hell with Dave Wagner! Sally knew best. Sally wouldn't show her anything that was bad for her.

Sally could sense the moral struggle being waged in her friend's mind, as Angie's body went from stiff unresponsiveness to writhing abandon. She realized intuitively that the blonde had decided to trust her, and she was pleased. She was very fond of Angie, and was excited about the prospect of their actually being able to share this whole new side of their lives. She'd trained Saxon long ago to lick her twat and fuck away her frustrations, but she'd always felt a little lonely afterward, good company as the dog was. How much nicer it would be to share this sensual experience with a dear and lovely friend.

"Will you try it, Angie baby?" Sally coaxed, even as she eased the smaller girl over onto her belly and then up onto her hands and knees.

"I'm kind of scared, Sally," Angie confessed through the haze of a still stronger lust.

"Don't you worry about a thing, darling. I'll take care of it. Ooooohh, look what a lovely hard-on Saxon has for you already! Mmmmm, think of how good it's going to make your pussy feel."

Catching the spirit of Sally's obvious arousal, Angie looked back over her shoulder to where the big German shepherd was getting to his feet. Her mouth fell open in unabashed shock as she caught sight of the long, tapered, red cock protruding from its furry sheath between Saxon's legs. Never had she imagined a dog would have such an impressive-sized cock. Though she was trembling in fear and apprehension, not for a moment did it occur to her to abandon her position on all fours and call a halt to the obscene proceedings.

Sally saw her friend staring at Saxon's turgid prick and smiled reassuringly. "Look how excited poor Saxon got licking your pussy and watching us make love. Don't you think the poor darling deserves some attention, too?"

"It's so big, Sally," Angie moaned, crawling forward on the bed a little as though to escape the fate that she was already inviting, despite herself.

"That's part of what makes it so good, Angie. Mmmm, his cock feels so hard and wet."

Angie watched in rapt fascination as her friend grasped the red shaft of the dog's prick and pumped it a few times with her fingers.

"Okay, Saxon, you know what to do next, boy. Look, Angie's waiting for you."

Sally helped the dog mount the blonde's lewdly proffered buttcheeks. Angie jerked in automatic fear as she felt the furry paws clasping her firm, sensitive flesh. She looked back over her head at the reflection in the mirror, and her eyes clouded with perverse lust as she drank in the picture of her own lushly developed nakedness kneeling before the eagerly approaching loins of the German shepherd. Caught in the lusty grip of her desire, she began to hump her ass back a little, in wanton search of the thick animal prick she knew hung beneath those hairy loins. As Saxon moved in closer to her ass on his back legs, she felt his cock rub excitingly against the twin moons of her asscheeks, and then slip into the cleft between her legs, grazing over the excitement-swollen flanges of her pussy and the taut little nub of her clitoris. He missed her cunt-hole completely, and both Angie and Saxon began to maneuver feverishly to get the dog-prick inside her oozing gash.