George got down on the floor with his naked wife. He still marveled at the fantastic transformation that had taken place in just one week. He grabbed her, pulling her into his strong arms.
“I still can’t get over the change in you, Lotty.”
Charlotte melted into his heavenly embrace. Khan still sniffed his cold nose at her ass. She rubbed her body against her husband. Her body raged with a fiery passion that only his cock could quench. She
wriggled out of his arms.
“What are you … going to do?” he groaned as her mouth began a feverish descent from his neck to his belly.
“Eat your body while Khan licks me.” She brought her mouth back up to his nipples. “I want you to be completely satisfied with the new me. I want to know that you’re deliriously happy and still in love with me before we go home.”
He looked at her and held her tenderly. The loving silence and the way he cradled her told her what she wanted to know.
“I do, baby. I do,” he said with a gentle tenderness. Her teeth began nipping him. “Christ, you’re perfect!”
She looked up at him. “You haven’t fucked me yet!”
She bent her head, ready and anxious to undertake the task of getting him hard again. She clawed his taut groin, her lips and tongue working overtime on the limp piece of cock flesh lying on his thigh. She
crawled between his legs, perching her ass up for Khan’s delight. Her tongue slapped wildly on George’s cock.
“Khan’s tongue is fucking me, George. His tongue is in my pussy.”
George groaned his response. His head was in the clouds. She was everything he had dreamed of. His senses were being bombarded with sexuality–she reeked of it. “How does it feel, baby? Tell me what Khan is doing.” With his passion sated for the moment, he was able to revel in what the Doberman was doing to his wife. A tremor seized him, seeing the dog’s rump swaying in back of Charlotte, knowing that his tongue was touching and licking her cunt.
Charlotte slapped her tongue on George’s limp prick and stopped to speak. “His tongue is almost as deep in my pussy as his cock when he fucks me.” She bit her husband’s inner thigh flesh with playful nips. “Roll over, honey.”
George moaned as her mouth urgently followed him, biting the cheeks of his ass. “Nnnnnn, baby!” Her tongue was soaking the flesh of his ass and thighs. “God damn, you’re fantastic, honey!”
“We’re going to be happy from now on,” Charlotte mewed. “Our sex-life will never be what it was again.”
Her hand skimmed under his body, grasping his cock. As she held his limp prick, she soaked his asshole with her drool, then buried her face between his twin ass cheeks and licked the wrinkled hole. Has hand squeezed his prick rhythmically all the while.
George squirmed, his wife’s mouth driving him crazy. She stirred the embers in his balls, stoked the fire, and brought his passion fire back to a roaring incinerator again. He heaved a gasp, a moaning rumble.
“Inside! Stick your tongue in my asshole!”
“You want me to lick out your ass the way Khan is licking out mine?” she mewed wantonly.
“Uhhhh … yeaaaaah …” He was delirious.
She purred, her nails scratching her husband’s ass cheeks. “Khan’s tongue is in my asshole now. Ooooo, he’s reaming out my ass. Reaming it deep as hell!” She plunged her face back to her husband’s ass and plowed her tongue into his-ass canal. She reamed George as the Doberman reamed her narrow shitter. Khan’s prick throbbed, his tongue whipping deep inside Charlotte’s ass. He snarled, pressing his wet, snorting muzzle beyond the wrinkled crack into her tiny asshole.
“Ahhhhhhnnnnn …” Charlotte’s muted sounds were lost in her husband’s ass. She clawed George’s groin, manipulating his cock with her other hand. She licked him down behind his balls, humming, sending vibrations up through his body to his hardening prick, Craving to show her husband everything she learned, Charlotte crawled over to the coffee table and sprawled herself out on her back, her ass scooting down until her pussy was flush with the edge of the table.
“Watch me, George, watch me take the dog’s prick.”
George’s prick was stiffening. He rubbed it, his eyes following the contour of her petite naked body, her legs opened wide for the giant Doberman’s hulking cock.
“C’mon, you fabulous doggie. Khan! Fuck me! Show my husband how good you are!” She humped her pussy in a lascivious manner, her ass slapping against the smooth surface of the table.
Khan whimpered at Charlotte and padded to the meaty pussy that was being offered to him. Standing between her outstretched legs, he licked upward along her pussy crack, cunt-cream oozing out freely over his pointed snout. He slurped around in the steamy depths of her bubbling cunt.
George’s mouth dropped. He came closer, feeling Charlotte’s tits and squeezing the pulpy meat. His prick throbbed again. bl**d gorged his prick again, turning it once again into a piece of fiery steel.
Charlotte leered at her husband from glassy emerald eyes. “His tongue is so deep!” She slapped the table with her hands, and the dog immediately leaped up, lunging his gigantic hard-on at the waiting hot
“Aaaaaaahhh! GEORGE! He’s in MEEEE!” She met the dog’s thrusts with her jabbing hips, feeling his cock reach deep. “Fuck me! Fuck me!” she said to Khan, mauling his sleek hairy body, humping her cunt on his prick, feeling his thick doggie cock stretch the tight pulsating walls of her pussy.
Khan’s eyes glowed. He licked Charlotte’s flushed cheeks, his hot breath warming her face. He whimpered, his hind legs dancing, his heavy balls swaying and haphazardly whacking into Charlotte’s wet, juicy ass. His neck strained, his fangs bared, his prick swelled to the limit. He began to howl his pleasure.
Charlotte gave George a dreamy expression, her hips jerking on their own power. “He’s so deep! He’s stretching my pussy for your gorgeous cock, honey!”
“Your asshole. Let him fuck your ass!” His voice was cracking with lust.
“Ooooooh, George.” She began to jerk away from the dog’s lunging cock, her hands pushing the huge Doberman away.
“Khan! No! No! Stop. I want you to fuck my ass.”
Khan pulled out, whining, yelping, Charlotte’s hands shoving him away. He licked his long giant cock with his thick broad tongue. There was cunt juice smeared all over it.
“Oooooo, shit, George,” Charlotte panted heavily. “Help me roll over.”
“I have a better idea. You ride me. The dog will fuck you like you suggested earlier. I want both your holes stuffed with cockmeat.”
“Ooooo, yesssss,” she moaned enthusiastically, rolling off the table, her eye catching sight of her husband’s gargantuan prick. “Ohhhhh, yessssss.” Exuberantly, she pushed George onto his back and grabbed his cock, straddling him.
George was amazed. He couldn’t get over it. She was definitely a sexual a****l. He jabbed up, his hands grabbing each tit.
“Noooo,” she purred, dragging the head of his cock through her seething cunt. “You lay still. It’s my show. When we’re back home, I’ll belong to you again, body and soul.”
George dropped back, willing to give in. Wasn’t this what he always wanted? He grunted, content to let her have her own way. He was ecstatic!
Charlotte crammed the head of George’s prick between the loose puffy lips of her cunt, swallowing the bulbous head. She released his cock and remained poised, ready to pounce any second. She was reeling in happiness. She rocked back and forth, the room spinning, her passion bubbling in her veins.
George nodded that he was ready.
Charlotte plunged down at once, impaling herself on his stiff prick. She swooned, her body stuffed with her husband’s cockmeat. It was as if they were fucking for the first time.
She held steady, unmoving, gazing into his face. “You’re throbbing, honey.” She leaned back, her tits pointing up at the ceiling. She clawed her way down her body until she pressed a finger into her belly.
“I can feel you all the way up in here.”
Quickly, she came back into position, keeping his cock buried to the hilt, holding it tight with every muscle in her overheated pussy.
“Khan! Come and lick.” She slapped the jiggling cheeks of her ass and leaned forward. Her tits huge in her husband’s face, enticingly accessible for him to paw.
Khan rushed over, his long red cock jutting out, looking meaner and thicker than before. The pointed cock tip seeped the jizz of his heavy balls. He caught the exotic scent of Charlotte’s turned-on body. He ran his tongue from her cock-filled pussy up her ass crack.
“Did you feel his tongue?” she asked her husband, her mouth parted in a deliciously lewd expression as the dog swiped his tongue along her deep ass crack.
George nodded, feeling the dog’s tongue lap eagerly on his balls and the base of his cock where the juices from Charlotte’s pussy had settled. “He’s licking my cock!”
“Like it?” she cooed, shivering in ecstasy. She bent forward and licked her tongue across George’s mouth. “Uhhhh … his tongue is licking my ass now!” She swiped her tongue over her husband’s mouth again. “He’s licking me like that.”
“Baby, baby, baby,” he groaned, his hands anxiously roaming over his wife’s lithe, sizzling body. “Jesus, honey!” He jabbed up, his prick throbbing in her tight pussy.
“Not yet,” she moaned. Her eyes rolled back in her head from the f***e of George’s jabbing cock. “Sssoooon. Wait until Khan’s cock is in my asshole first.”
Anxious for it to happen, George reached around his wife’s hips and spread the firm cheeks of her ass, exposing the delights of her wrinkled hold to the dog’s muzzle.
She wriggled, jabbing back at Khan. “C’mon … come onnnnn!” she urged the dog. She was becoming frantic. The desire to have her asshole plundered by the dog was an overwhelming obsession. “Ooooo, fuck me, Khan. Fuck my ass.” She wiggled her cunt on her husband’s cock.
George held her ass cheeks apart, the dog’s tongue cleaning his balls as Charlotte’s pussy continued to flow. He tightened, the look in his wife’s eyes driving him berserk. “Yessss, Khan, fuck her pretty little
Khan’s snout jabbed the round wrinkled opening. He sniffed, then barked, his prick swinging like a bat. He whimpered and nipped her ass, his passion pounding inside his achy balls. Still whimpering, he jumped up, his huge paws landing on Charlotte’s back.
Charlotte groaned in heated desire, her small body almost buckling from the dog’s sudden jump. She grunted under the weight of the giant hairy b**st. “Oooooo, George! Oooooo!” She held still, waiting for the dog to rip into her asshole. “I’m frightened.”
“Easy, baby,” he soothed, keeping her ass cheeks apart for the Doberman. He felt the dog trying frantically to sink his cock into the tight canal of her almost virgin asshole. “Easy. Relax.”
Charlotte looked adoringly at her husband. “I’m glad I saved my asshole until now.” She gulped back a rising panic, feeling the dog’s prick whack into the flesh of her ass cheeks. “Oooohh, Khan, do it! Do …
Khan did! His cock sliced right through her wrinkled opening and plunged deep in her asshole. He howled, his jabbing body lunging. He pranced in closer, slamming hard, ripping through her tiny asshole and cracking it wide with his swelling cock.
Charlotte’s head snapped back. “He’s in meeeee! Ooowww! He’s ripping me apart! Ooooo, GOD!” She bucked and bounced on the two cocks. Her pussy was being stuffed with her husband’s prick while her asshole was ravaged by the b**stly Doberman pinscher.
George weathered the fury of his wife’s jerking and floundering body. He could feel the pounding weight of the dog as he lashed his wife’s asshole with his doggie cock. Her pussy pulsed against him urgently, and with the dog stretching her asshole, he felt her pussy tightened around his firmly imbedded cock. He was stunned, feeling the jabbing strength of the dog through the thin skin that separated the two delicious holes.
“Ride it, baby, ride it!” He was still, letting her adjust to the dog’s cock ramming in and out of her ass.
“Oooooo, George!” She squirmed wildly. “It burnssss! Ooooo, how it burns.”
Tears were streaming down her cheeks from the pain. Her head was whirling in agonizing pain and joy. It was a toxic mixture. She came down on her husband, her face buried in the crook of his neck, her ass poised, Khan stabbed his cock at horrendous speed into her ass.
George held her, caressed her smooth back, his hands brushing against the dog. It was exotic! “Fuck her! Fuck her!” he chanted to the dog, swept up in the moment. “Fuck her!”
The pain began to subside. Being in her husband’s arms and having his cock plugged inside her pussy helped. She began to let herself float free, beginning to enjoy her ass fuck.
“He’sssss … he’s …” She pushed back, experimenting. “Oooooo … George! George!”
“Yeaaaa, baby. Take us both on. Both our cocks.” He humped up, skewering her cunt with his meaty shaft, making the warm creamy juices flow again.
Khan yelped, adjusting to Charlotte’s movements as she fucked the two cocks. His hind legs danced, his tongue hung out and his black eyes were gleaming with a passionate luster.
Charlotte welcomed Khan’s ass-splitting cock. She shoved back at him, catching the dog’s rhythmic lunges and smiling dreamily into her husband’s face. “He’s fucking me blind, honey! I’m stuffed with doggie cock.” She used her cunt muscles on her husband’s prick. “I’m in heaven! Ohhhhhh, God, I’m in heaven.”
She worked her ass in tight frantic circles, Khan’s whimpering cries and her husband’s pleasurable grunts were swirling her around and around in a whirlpool of passion and excitement.
George began to pick up speed, his cock swelling in the tight, snug greasy channel of her pussy. His hands skimmed around and grabbed her tits. He mauled them, his fingers digging into the soft supple mounds.
Man and b**st fucked the tiny compact woman. Mercilessly, they slammed into her– George from the floor slamming into the tightness of her cushiony soft pussy and Khan from behind spearing into the tight canal of her ass. Their thick aching cocks turned Charlotte into a mindless body that bore the passion and overpowering strength of them both.
Charlotte went berserk. She devoured both cocks with her body, gulping up their driving meat with both her holes. Her clit, swollen and puffy with bl**d and lust, sc****d into her husband’s groin, sending hot sharp jolts of pleasure through her entire frame. She looked down at her husband and watched his hands manhandling her tits.
“Ooooo, I feel you both. You’re making meeee … ooo … making me crazy!” She jerked between them, George’s hard, muscular frame beneath her, Khan’s hard, hairy body behind her, his paws clamped to her sides, his hind legs rubbing her thighs. She wallowed in both man and b**st fucking her, her mind slowly floating out of reality and into a fuzzy world of heavenly sensations.
George held her tits, his ass humping, his cock lancing her pussy with a flurry of wild jabs. His ass thumped methodically.
Khan, yelping like a lost puppy, drove the naked woman forward with each frenzied stab of his prick. His heavy balls seemed to rumble their approaching eruption. He leaned forward, his hairy frame covering the silky smooth skin of Charlotte’s body.
“Cummmmmm,” Charlotte growled, her eyes showing passion and ardor. “Cummmm! Cummmm! Cummmmmm!”
She was out of her mind. The two plunging cocks had robbed her of her sanity. She twisted against the invasion of her pussy and ass, sinking lower and lower into the murky depths of depravity and lust.
“Cream my cunt, George,” she rasped hungrily. “Cummmmm!” Her head twisted around and she saw the demonic-looking b**st fucking her ass. “Cummmm, fill my ass with your doggie cum!” She ground her cunt into George’s groin, an explosion careening through her small frame. She was cuming!
“Yessss, baby! You cum!” George pounded his cock into his climaxing wife, tattooing her pussy with a strength he didn’t know he possessed. “CREAM MY COCK! CUM!”
Charlotte swirled around the summit, her clit raw from the friction, her head was swimming, her pussy in spasms, her ass devastated by the Doberman’s cock. In the midst of her whirling orgasm, she opened her mouth and her eyes popped.
“He’s cuming! Khan’s creaming me with his junk!”
Khan’s growling snarls echoed in the room and blended with Charlotte’s shrieks of joy. His cock spewed a deluge of cum into Charlotte’s waiting, grasping asshole. Harder and faster, he pounded the small- framed woman, his cock sinking deep into her ass. His cum squirted even deeper, his cock releasing a torrential downpour of the hot, liquid spume.
“My belly! He’s shooting it into my fuckin’ belly!”
Explosive convulsions racked Charlotte’s body and she wrenched herself between the two spearing cocks. A hot searing jolt ripped like lightning through her spastic cunt and she soared.
“I’m cumming, darling!”
Babbling cries of idiocy followed. Her orgasms rendered her speechless, unable to utter anything but a gurgling cry. Her body contorted into twisting, churning gyrations, forming unbelievable positions as wave after wave of crashing orgasms beat upon her distraught body.
George, swept up in the fury of his wife cuming and the giant dog creaming her ass, exploded. Jet streams of cum blasted from his prick, shooting deep and filling his wife’s cunt quickly.
Thrashing and writhing between two plowing cocks, Charlotte’s body drank in the spraying cum that drowned her. Greedily, Charlotte’s body absorbed the doggie jizz and the hot squirting cum of her husband. She gurgled as if the cum were filling her throat. Her red hair slashed across George’s face as she writhed. Her arms buckled, and she finally collapsed, her ass still being skewered by Khan’s spurting prick.
Khan’s hind quarters shoved his prick deep, the last few squirts of his doggie spume flooding her ass completely. He yelped and pulled out. His prick was sore, rapidly shrinking back into the safety of its thick- skinned sheath. He whimpered, sniffed and licked the hole he just plundered, lapping up the goo that oozed from her tiny asshole.
Khan went whining off across the room, away from the growling, moaning human bodies on the floor.
With her body unencumbered by the dog’s heavy weight, Charlotte was able to give full vent to George and his still spouting cock. She hauled herself up, bouncing on him and swung around, clawing the air as another eruption burst deep inside her scalding cunt.
George’s eyes bugged-out at his wife. His hips lunged up and down like untiring pistons, turning her pussy into a thick soup of cum. His hands gripped her with urgency and he plowed her with a vengeance, his prick jettisoning the last of his load. With a roaring grunt, he stopped, depleted, completely satisfied for the first time in his life and their marriage.
A swirling climax spiraled up through her pussy. She squealed an unearthly sound and froze. A quivering rumble shook her body. She looked at George, saw his smiling face through a haze, then twitched on him. She slipped easily into a light faint.
George eased her off him and held her in his arms until she recovered.
* * *
Later, after they dressed, George and Charlotte stood at Felicia’s front door, where a prudish Charlotte had first entered seven dates earlier.
“Come and see us sometime,” Felicia said to them, planting good-bye kisses on their cheeks.
“We will,” Charlotte promised, after looking at George for his approval. She glanced around. “Where’s Craig?”
“Here I am,” he answered, leading a huge gawky Doberman by a leash. “We have your present here.”
“He’s almost as well-trained as Khan,” Felicia told them. “The rest is up to you. His name is Matsu and Khan is his father.”
“Ooooo, George, isn’t he gorgeous?” Charlotte bubbled. “I don’t know what to say!”
“Say, you’ll both come back and visit once in a while,” Craig put in.
“We will,” George assured them. “We’ll call you in a week or two.”
“Don’t forget to bring Matsu,” Felicia said, her eyes on Charlotte. She winked. “With two dogs we can really have a ball.”
George and Charlotte made their way down the path with their new pet, a whole new life spread out before them.