Chapter 8

Sunday morning dawned bright and clear, but there was little activity around Sid's Arizona ranchhouse until the sun was almost directly overhead.

Contrary to her usual rise-and-shine habits, Angie was one of the last to emerge from her room and stroll out onto the pool deck. She felt incredibly calm and complacently sensual this morning. The previous night's orgy had loosened her up completely. No longer did she harbor a vague bitterness against Sally for the fuck she'd interrupted the previous week. Now her only regret was that the lovely brunette wasn't there to enjoy pure uninhibited sensuality in the luxurious surroundings of Sid's Spanish-style ranchhouse.

She felt that today would be a good time to head back home and make up with her pretty girlfriend, and have a nice, long fuck-session with Sally and Saxon. Even now, with her entire body apparently sated from last night's endless sex, she felt a little tingle of arousal in her cunt as she contemplated the erotic time the three of them would have together. She even felt there was now a thing or two she could teach Sally about sex.

Feeling too antsy to just lie beside the pool, Angie decided to go for a walk. First, though, she walked over to where Sharon and Tim were stretched out side by side, arms lying casually over one another's backs. They looked like typical young lovers in their passive mood of quiet intimacy. No one who hadn't seen for himself would guess the lascivious activities they had participated in last night.

"Hi, you two," she greeted them, prodding their feet playfully with her toes.

The couple rolled lazily over onto their backs and smiled up at Angie.

"Good morning," Sharon murmured with the hushed sensuality of a well-fed cat. "Did you enjoy yourself last night?"

"Words fail me, my dear," Angie giggled, dropping onto her knees between the handsome twosome and giving them both a big hug. "You sure are nice people," she said. "And I sure am glad I'm the kind of girl who picks up strangers and fucks their dogs."

"It was beautiful last night, Angie, it really was. You're an amazing woman. I really enjoyed fucking you, too," Tim added mischievously.

"Did you fuck me?" Angie asked in surprise, and then laughed.

"Sure did, but you were so far gone by then, you were riding one long orgasm. I don't think you even noticed when one shift climbed off and the relief man got on."

"Wow, that's why I feel so good this morning. Fulfilled another one of my fantasies without even realizing it. Something down here must have registered though," she remarked lewdly, stroking a hand gently over her shorts-covered crotch. "It sure feels good." Giving each of the handsome teenagers a quick kiss, she rose to her feet. "I'm going for a little walk. To get myself together, as they say. See you later."

Waving gaily at the group around poolside, she went through the fence gate and headed out across the yard, following a route in the general direction of the art barn.

Angie felt too full of exuberant energy to be satisfied with just walking, so she broke into a playful little run, a kind of childlike hippity-hop. Without consciously having any idea of where she was going or what she intended to do, she went directly to the barn.

While I'm here, I may as well drop in and say hello to Jethro, she thought, realizing suddenly that she was anxious to see the dog again. She had missed getting fucked by him last night, and now seemed like as good a time as any to make up for that oversight.

You really are a horny broad, she scolded herself playfully, in fact amazed that she could actually think about more sex after last night's orgy. It really seemed that the more she got, the more she wanted.

Jethro's quarters were a well-cushioned stall in one corner of the barn. Angie was disappointed to discover that the animal was not where she expected to find him. She headed back out through the open door, only to spot the huge golden dog bounding across the mesquite in her direction, his ears flapping in the breeze as he barked in greeting.

"Hi, Jethro. Here, boy!" Angie called the handsome dog, collapsing in a fit of giggles when Jethro raised both paws to her shoulders and smothered her face with wet generous kisses. "Hey, hey, hold it, fella! Wow, you sure are excitable today. Last night did great things for your disposition, too, I see." She led the dog back into the barn in an unconscious search for more privacy.

Jethro settled down comfortably in his cushioned bed when Angie sat down there. "You sure are a pretty boy, Jethro darling," Angie crooned as she stroked his fur with long smooth motions that ran from the top of his head down to his long ragged tail. The animal's features immediately took on a look of sheer bliss as he reveled in the woman's comforting attentions.

"You like being with your Angie, don't you boy, even now when you know you could fuck any girl in the house."

Angie was feeling lewd and intensely stimulated, and the idea of having her own little private orgy here with the dog seemed a fitting and titillating aftermath to the previous evening's erotic activities.

Angie wanted to make Jethro feel really good, and she probed her libido for some inspiration that would make this session with the big dog something special. She would likely be leaving this evening, and she wanted to give Jethro something to remember her by. Something he hadn't yet experienced with any of his newfound lovers.

Just then Angie caught sight of the animal's hardening red prick peeking from its furry sheath, and what she should do suddenly seemed self-evident. She wanted to feel that hard, slippery dog-cock in her mouth!

A little thrill of excitement ran through her cunt as she realized just how depraved her intention was. She had never even sucked Saxon's cock. But she wanted to go down on Jethro--right now.

Before starting, Angie decided to remove her shorts and top and get herself thoroughly in the mood for a good sexy encounter. Once naked, she already felt titillated by the sheer fact of lying curled up with the dog in his hair-littered bed, hugging and stroking him as she would a human lover, her own fair skin such a tantalizing complement to his long golden fur.

Jethro was lying on his side facing Angie, and it was easy for her to reach over and begin stroking his tapered rod to increasing firmness with one hand while the other worked at her own heating gash.

"Oh, Jethro, darling," she cooed into the big dog's ear. "You have such a lovely hard cock, sweetheart. Just touching it makes me want to do all kinds of things with it, to feel it inside my pussy again."

Her own wanton words inciting her to action, the excited blonde bent her head down and clasped the hard, pulsing dog-cock between her lips, making timid nibbling motions around the tip before letting the rock-hard prick-shaft slip farther to the back of her throat.

God, his cock tastes like honey, she thought lewdly as she began to explore the slippery rod with her tongue, licking and sucking his blood-engorged tool like a depraved woman, reveling in her own decadence, her own heart-felt surrender to total sensuality.

The dog Jethro let out a long throaty moan, and Angie felt a responsive tingle in her own gently writhing cunt to think she was bringing such forbidden new delights to her impressive dog-lover. She guided his sleek, thick cock back and forth, back and forth into the welcoming depths of her mouth with one hand while the other reached down over his hairy loins to caress his heavy-laden balls. Again the dog whimpered uncontrollably, wriggling his belly slightly to force his pointed dick farther back into the perverse woman's mouth.

He has such a beautiful cock. I love the feel of it in my mouth! Angie thought, racing her tongue round and round the swollen tip, then absorbing the whole palpitating prick-shaft far into the back recesses of her slavishly receptive throat. Never in her wildest dreams would she have imagined herself giving a dog a blow-job, but now here she was licking and laving this huge animal's distended prick as though her life depended on it. And loving every incredible, depraved moment!

Last night's orgy had definitely eradicated any earlier inhibitions Angie might still have had. Now there was nothing left to prevent her from doing whatever turned her on. She felt totally free to be her most wanton, liberated self, and the feeling was a good one. At the moment the feeling was the freedom to suck a dog's cock.

Angie realized she was giving this dog an experience such as none he might ever again come across, and somehow this thought only reconfirmed her in her lewd compulsion, made her more sure that there was nothing in the world right now she wanted more than the wet hard, filling presence of the dog's cock in her mouth.

The dog's whimpers were becoming more frequent and his loins were jerking more insistently down towards her hungrily working mouth, driving Angie to new peaks of sensual stimulation. She could feel hot pussy-juice running down her thighs from her wetly aroused cunt, and she decided that, while she was enjoying the depraved pleasure of sucking the dog's cock, she might as well go all the way and get herself into a sixty-nine with Tim's huge pet. Then she, too, could get off while she continued to suck and lap at Jethro's growing red dick.

Hurriedly maneuvering herself around, Angie now lay with her head buried against the giant animal's loins and her pussy positioned right before Jethro's nose, offering the animal her wide-open cunt in exchange for her continued sucking of his pulsing cock.

Jethro was still conscious enough, despite the incredible excitement in his cock and balls, to smell the muskiness of Angie's pussy and seek out its hot, tantalizing taste. His tongue shot out and licked wetly all the way up from Angie's puckered little asshole over the hair-lined crack that sheltered her cunt- mouth, to the hard nub of her aroused clitoris.

"Mmmmmm!" the blonde moaned wantonly around the filling presence of the dog's big cock in her mouth, tonguing his tool more frantically as her crotch churned against Jethro's muzzle in heated response to his rough, talented dog-tongue.

"Oh, yes, Jethro darling! Lick my cunt like that, sweetie!"

Angie had raised her head from his cock just long enough to encourage the dog, then she immediately closed her wet lips once again around the tapered tip of his rampaging rod and began to nibble and slaver her way down to the base until almost his whole red prick was lost inside her slaving mouth.

Angie was going wild with perverse excitement just from imagining how she would look to an observer, curled up in a doggie bed with this huge golden mongrel, her blonde head buried between his loins, her cunt pumping furiously up against his dutifully licking tongue. Her whole body shuddered with wanton arousal as she pictured her own depravity in her mind's eye, at the same time responding hotly to the long, wet tongue doing such incredible rousing service to her asshole, her cunt-lips and her stiff clit.

Lewdly, Angie opened her legs as wide as she could to give the dog total access to her wildly craving twat, humping her hips furiously in his face, her mind afire with lust. She could already feel the explosion building in her belly, and her hunching became more and more rapid in tempo with the hungry manipulations of her mouth and the stroking of her hand at Jethro's balls.

" Well, Jesus Christ, what have we here?!"

Despite her excitement, Angie had no difficulty in recognizing the voice of her host, Sid Bailey. She was reluctant to abandon any aspect of her wanton activity, so strongly could she feel the lust tendrils torturing every sensitive little nerve ending in her entire body. If Sid wanted to watch, that was fine with her. What she wanted was to feel Jethro come in her mouth, and to feel her own cunt burst in a wild explosive orgasm. She couldn't stop now.

Sid Bailey had come to the barn for a short respite from the heady sensual atmosphere in the house. He had come wildly and strongly last night at the orgy, and he figured that, as usual, he wouldn't be interested in sex again for at least another ten days or so. He'd been totally taken by surprise by the sight that greeted him in the barn--the dog moaning and licking the blonde's cunt while she actually worked her mouth obscenely up and down Jethro's long, tapered prick. He'd never seen anything like it. Never expected to see anything like it. A girl who would actually get into a sixty-nine with a dog!

What amazed the older man most was that he could actually feel his cock getting hard in his pants, just from watching the incredibly uninhibited antics this blonde had got herself wrapped up in. He watched Jethro's turgid red prick ram in and out between her moistly pursed lips, and he could feel an answering pulsation down in his balls. He watched the dog's tongue deal long, steady licks to her widespread cunt, and his brain caught fire with a new perverted lust. He suddenly felt very strongly that he wanted to become involved in this incredible twosome. And in a way just as perverse as what Angie had chosen for herself. He wanted to screw this wanton broad in the asshole!

Impressed by the newfound sexual potency inspired in him by this remarkably sensual woman, Sid grasped her firmly by the butt and maneuvered her around so her ass was facing him, her mouth still laboring over the dog's blood-swollen cock. He began to investigate her upturned snatch with his finger, prodding at the swollen bud of her clitoris, then down over the flanges of her cunt, ramming a finger momentarily up into the hotly seeping confines of her fuck-hole. Then his finger circled tentatively at the tightly clenched entrance to her shitter, pushing slightly at the sphincter, then retreating again to work back down to her clit.

Sid could feel the blood pounding in his dick as he became more and more excited at the prospect of buggering Angie. The thought that the kneeling blonde couldn't possibly yet suspect his sadistic plan further titillated his unusually responsive senses. Absently he ran a hand over the bulge in his pants, reassuring his growing cock that its turn was coming soon... soon.

Angie was slightly dismayed to feel Bailey's hands maneuvering her around, taking her craving pussy out of range of Jethro's tantalizing tongue. But the man's hand teasing her clitoris, her cunt and her asshole was dealing her its own kind of pleasure, and she began to become wildly aroused again by the thought of getting diddled by this strange man even while she continued to suck and slaver at the dog's cock.