Chapter 9

It was almost dawn when Angie pulled up in front of the frame house she and Sally shared. All seemed dark inside, peaceful, quite the same as usual. Angie felt little tingles of apprehension inside as she emerged from the car and headed for the back door. For the first time, it occurred to her that perhaps Sally wouldn't want her back. Maybe the pretty brunette had discovered that she preferred life on her own. Feeling suddenly anxious about her reception, Angie let herself quietly into the house.

The first thing that greeted her was a powerful collision with a furry body. Saxon had recognized Angie's odor at once, and he was all over the blonde, covering her face and hands and shoulders with rough wet kisses.

It was with difficulty that Angie kept from crying aloud. She held up a finger to her mouth and shushed the dog, whispering, "Come on, Saxon, honey. Let's give Sally a big surprise, shall we?"

Excitement suddenly replacing anxiety, Angie hurried to Sally's bedroom, surprised to find the door closed and a faint glimmer of light peeking through the crack beneath.

Maybe she's reading, Angie thought, and opened the door just the barest crack, fitting her eye to it to take a look inside. She felt the old familiar shock of jealousy when she spied Sally poised over a supine man, her cunt sliding wetly up and down on his hard, upthrust prick. Then excitement replaced jealousy as Angie reminded herself that she was a totally liberated woman, who could appreciate the very excitement Sally was experiencing from that turgid cock sunk up in her snatch.

"Mmmm, feels wonderful," Sally was saying, her hands kneading the man's hairy belly as she maneuvered her hips up and down over his thick, filling prick. "I love your cock, Harry baby."

Before she could stop him, Saxon had nosed his way past Angie and pushed right on into the bedroom, jumping up onto the bed beside Sally and her male companion.

"Saxon, how did you get in here?" Sally asked in exasperation, automatically looking back at the now open door. "Angie!" she cried as she spotted her girlfriend framed in the doorway. At once, in fear and embarrassment, she began to dismount from her lover's cock. "Angie, not again. I didn't want you to come back to this. But I was so lonely."

The blonde rushed over to the bed to comfort her friend. She reached out and grasped Sally's buttcheeks, gently pushing them back down onto Harry's cock.

"It's okay, baby," she assured Sally, planting a quick kiss on her girlfriend's moist full lips. "I've changed a lot in the last week. I've grown up, I think. And it would give me great pleasure to watch you get fucked by this muscle-bound hunk of man."

Angie was feeling increasingly excited by the sensual scene she had interrupted and she continued to guide Sally's hips up and down over the man's prick while her lips melded with Sally's in a long soul-kiss.

The man lying on the bed was totally mystified by this new turn in the course of sensual events that had been going on without respite since he had brought Sally home from the bar about two in the morning. He was a little annoyed by the intrusion of this other woman between him and his view of Sally riding on his achingly hard prick. But then the full realization that this intruder must be Sally's lesbian lover began to turn him on, and he started to entertain lewd visions of himself fucking both lovely women, converting them back to the unquestionable virtues of heterosexual sex.

Harry reached up and began to stroke the blonde's ass through her dress, gradually working his hand down until it slipped up under the hem of the dress and came into contact with smooth bare flesh. Encouraged to find the stranger undulating her hips in response to his caress, he shot his hand right up to where her panties should be, but instead made direct, titillating contact with the hair-bordered slit of the woman's cunt. She wasn't wearing any panties!

"Hey, man, this is one sexy friend you've got here," Harry told Sally. "Doesn't even wear any panties. Her cunt feels like liquid honey, too."

And, pushing Angie's dress all the way up so it was draped around her waist, he began to pump two fingers up into the damp, clinging confines of Angie's eager cunt-hole, timing his stroking rhythm to that established by his cock fucking up into Sally's hot responsive snatch.

Angie was finding the spontaneous sensuality of her homecoming incredibly exciting, and already she could feel amazing little darts of wild lust soaring throughout her body in response to the man's fingers ramming into her cunt. She pulled her head back so she could get a better look at Sally, who had closed her eyes and was churning and contorting her hips spasmodically over the man's thick, slickly glistening dick.

She really is beautiful, Angie thought as she admired her girlfriend's lush, swelling tits, taut belly and ripely molded hips. Suddenly she felt an overwhelming desire to help Sally experience the unbelievable heights of eroticism she herself had known this weekend at the ranch. She caught sight of Saxon nosing at the moist aromatic spot where Sally's cunt meshed with the man's cock, and was immediately inspired with an incredible idea. She wanted to see Sally being fucked by the man and the dog at the same time. She'd read about such things, but never believed they really happened. Now her own broadened sensual experience told her such an arrangement could be the very pinnacle of erotic fulfillment.

Arranging herself alongside the fucking couple so her ass was still thrust back towards the stranger's head, so he could continue to ram his fingers up into her moist needing cunt, she encouraged Sally to bend forward slightly and tilt her ass up so it would give a convenient target for the German shepherd.

"Wh-What are you doing, Angie?" Sally asked nervously, part of her conscious of what it was her roommate must have in mind, the other half not daring to believe her girlfriend could actually entertain such a lewd idea.

"You're not thinking what I think you're thinking, are you, Angie?"

The blonde's eyes were becoming glazed with lascivious abandon as she patted Sally's ass, coaxing the dog to mount her.

"Sally, honey, you are about to have the most amazing fuck of your whole life. I guarantee it."

Angie smiled to herself, realizing the tables were now turned completely from that night months ago when Sally had gently coaxed her into trying to fuck a dog. Now it was she who was directing the sex-session. She planned to see her dark-haired friend sandwiched between dog and man, being double-fucked to the most incredible orgasm of her whole young life. That was what Angie wanted right now more than anything else. She wanted Sally to know the total sensuality she herself had experienced at Sid Bailey's ranchhouse--and even go one step farther.

Sadism was beginning to take possession of Angie's mind as she helped the dog mount Sally's butt and began to guide his slippery cock towards the brunette's vulnerably upthrust asshole. Part of her, Angie knew, still wanted to see Sally punished for the hurt she'd caused Angie last week. Once that happened, the score would be even. Then they could start over again, fresh, with no repressed grudges to mar their relationship.

Sally began to tremble noticeably when she felt the tapered point of the big dog's cock brushing over the defenseless opening to her virginal shitter. She was tempted to battle wildly for her freedom, aware that if she wanted this incredible situation to come to a halt, she must act now. Once she was double-skewered between man and dog, it would be too late. She would be defenseless prey to whatever her three lovers wanted to do to her.

Frightened as she was, Sally decided to trust Angie, to believe her girlfriend when she told her this would be the most amazing fuck of her life. She had never shrunk from adventure so far. Why start now? Hesitantly, ever so carefully she began to thrust her hips back to meet Saxon's prick.