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her toes and fingers and making her teeth gnash with ecstasy. She wallowed
obscenely in it, her cum gushing hotly from between her legs, flooding the
dog's loins and flowing wetly down her inner thighs.
"Oh God, oh God!" she moaned as Mark and the dog continued to saw into her,
allowing her no respite. She felt like a helpless rag doll. What more could
there be in the universe, after that fantastic, shattering climax? What more
did they expect?
But she didn't care. She wouldn't care if they went on forever. She was a
happy, relaxed receptacle for burning male sperm. That was her fate and now
she loved it.
She undulated her buttocks in tiny circles, squeezing with her vaginal
muscles at the lust-hardened rod of dog flesh still boring into her cunt,
wanting to milk it dry, to fill her belly again and again with the sticky
warm fluid that was already running down her shivering white thighs.
If only she had had a cock in her mouth, she would have been happier still.
Not that the finger in her nether passage wasn't producing the most fantastic
sensual reaction in her loins. Why hadn't Ralph ever thought of something
like that? The feeling was incredible; there was no earthly way of describing
it, but why oh why had she had to find out from her neighbor's husband
instead of her own?
Simultaneously with the rising tide of her second climax, Laura felt the
dog's instrument inflate and begin spewing its white hot load deeply up
inside her clasping vagina. It ricocheted hotly around inside her belly and
then dripped from the hair-lined lips of her cunt back onto his still wildly
fucking cock. His testicles slapped at her tiny tender clitoris, making her
jerk convulsively forward. A deep shudder rippled through her helpless
exposed flesh as she tried to screw her buttocks back onto the dog's still
squirting member, and all of a sudden she was struck by an entire string of
firecracker climaxes, which were like small atomic explosions going off in
every nerve and muscle in her body.
"OH! OH! OH!" she barked, falling forward.
Mercifully, sleep came then, and she sighed away into a doze that seemed to
have no beginning nor any ending, but which only consisted of dancing German
shepherds on a great green field.
It was some time later before Cleonora woke her. She opened one eye, a silly,
happy smile spread across her hopelessly relaxed face.
"Cleonora?"
The older woman stroked her pretty face. "Yes, dear. It's time you were going
home. Ralph will be worried. Are you an right?"
Everyone was gone from the room. Cleonora had on a dressing gown which
concealed well her sumptuous curves. The air was a trifle stale and liquor
and full ashtrays were everywhere for the servants to clean up after in the
morning. Even Mark Franklin was nowhere to be seen.
Laura's nostrils dilated. She felt so nice and relaxed and she just wanted to
sleep for a week. "Yes, I'm all right," she said sweetly. "Did I behave all
right?"
Cleonora hugged her affectionately, like an cider sister. "You did fine,
dear."
"I'm sorry I was so silly. I didn't know anything. I owe you everything,
Cleo."
"Don't worry, we'll find a way for you to pay us back, dear."
"I've been a silly little prude. I thought sex was dirty. But now I love it.
I'm going to want it all the time." She looked around for signs of Rover.
"Especially from Rover. Where is he?"
"Even dogs need their beauty sleep, Laura, and you've been out for hours.
Ralph called a little while ago. He wanted to know where you were. I told him
we had just drunk a little wee too much and that you were taking a nap. I
told him I'd wake you and send you right home."
Laura stretched luxuriously, her long smooth arms rising high above her head,
her legs stiffening out ahead of her over the edge of the little stage. "I
feel so nice, Cleo," she said after a lengthy yawn. "So happy and relaxed. I
don't think I've ever felt so good in my life. I've been very foolish."
Cleonora pushed her fingers through Laura's blonde hair. "You won't be
anymore, dear. Now get dressed and get back to your handsome young husband.
I've brought your clothes down."
It didn't take long for her to dress and put her make-up on again. Her lower
belly felt all warm and nice. She wondered how it was that she had gone her
entire life without knowing this wonderful peace that came from sexual
completion.
She certainly intended to make up for lost time.
It was pitch dark as the young blonde wife pulled her car out of the
Franklins' driveway and headed down the highway toward her house. She
wondered if Ralph would be angry. Well, if he was, she'd make it up to him!
And then some!
She pulled up the gravel path just as the clouds parted and the full moon
shone across their home. The sea was full of spray and tossing madly. The
moon glinted brightly on the sharply peaking waves. It seemed like a good
omen. She loved her home and she loved Ralph, and she wanted their marriage
to succeed. The marvelous canine fucking she had received at the Franklins'
had opened her eyes, but that was fundamentally just an interlude. Ralph was
her whole life; eventually she would bear his children.
Not that she couldn't still continue to enjoy sex of every variety, she
thought. But that was pleasure, and home and family were more like a business
partnership in which both partners invested their lives and souls.
They would find a way.
I've been a prudish bitch, she thought, parking the car to a stop. I didn't
try to make Ralph happy, so he didn't try with me, either. It takes two to
make a good hot fuck. There, I'm not afraid of saying it. Fuck, fuck, fuck;
I love the sound of it. "Fuck!"
The house was dead quiet as she took her key out of the lock. Then she went
up the stairs as silently as she could, so that she wouldn't wake him.
When she reached the top of the stairs, she tiptoed across the plush blue
carpeting toward their bedroom door.
Only to hear the most anguished sounds coming from within!
"Oh, Christ, you have a nice cunt, Cleonora. Love fucking you, baby.
Just want to stuff it up your ass, honey ..."
She pushed open the slightly parted bedroom door with her fingertips and
gazed inside. There, before her on the bed, outlined starkly in the
moonlight, was Ralph, his rigid cock held in his hand, actively pumping the
loose foreskin up and down.
Masturbating! Laura had never seen a man masturbate before! She stared in
rapt silence as his hand moved up and back, making his soft hairy balls
jiggle between his long, muscular legs. His mouth was open, although his eyes
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