The first thing he did was to reach between her legs, pull them farther apart and dip his fingers into her cunt. When he was certain the odor of cunt was on all of his fingers, he told her to remain where she was, that he would drive to the Alexanders', allow the Great Dane to sniff his fingers and after that the rest would be easy. The scent of pussy would excite the dog and make it simple for Pete to get him out of the enclosure and into his car. He promised to be back within twenty minutes.
Leaving the house, he climbed into the car and turned on the headlights and started the motor. He drove to the street where the Alexanders lived and parked two doors away from their place. He walked slowly up the walk and, observing that there were no lights on in either the Alexanders' or Rose's place, he stepped quickly between the houses and approached the enclosure. Hearing the dog's low, rumbling growl, he spoke to the animal, hoping his voice would sound familiar, or at least that his scent would. No, his mind whispered to him – not your scent. The dog must catch the scent of Mary's cant. Pete stretched his hands out until he encountered the fence. Immediately, the dog began sniffing at his hands and whining. Pete let the dog lick his fingers and then he entered the small shed as Mark had done and felt the big dog jumping up on him frantically.
"No, not me, Man – someone else," he said. "My wife wants to try you, baby." It didn't occur to him that speaking in this manner to a dog was rather far out.
Luckily there was a collar about the dog's neck and Pete grasped this firmly and half walked, half ran with the dog to the car. He had no trouble getting the Great Dane inside. One sniff of his fingers caused the dog to leap in on the seat beside him. A problem arose then, for the big dog evidently mistook Pete for the love partner and tried to pump his tool against the man's arm. After considerable difficulty Pete drove the car all the way back to his house and cut the motor and lights. Seizing the dog by his collar again, he managed to get him into the house.
Mary was dressed in her most sexy-looking clothes. Black stockings, garter belt to hold them up, no bra, no slip. She had on a pair of her old spike-heeled shoes, and when she stood up, Pete knew a degree of excitement he would not have believed possible earlier. His tool shot up in his pants and he nearly went off. The Great Dane sniffed about Mary's shoes and legs, licked her legs and rose on his hind legs, grasping Mary's legs with his front paws. His loins began to pump wildly and Pete saw the long red whang striking Mary's body at random, little squirts of the dog's juice remaining on her flesh here and there and running down towards the floor. The dog apparently was frantically trying to understand what to do to this woman who stood up rather than lay down on a bed as Rose did.
"Down on your hands and knees, Mary baby!" Pete cried hoarsely, his heart hammering like a piston.
Mary stood motionless, her lips set and pulled inward, her eyes half closed, her body stiff as steel. "Down on your hands and knees, baby," Pete repeated. "Please… you're confusing him."
Mary groaned and sank to her hands and knees. The dog was in back of her in a flash, his front paws clinging fiercely to her waist and hips, his head and neck projected forward, his eyes set and glazed, his ass jerking inward and outward at lightning speed. Evidently he couldn't find the correct spot at first, but as Pete moved over to try to help, Mary screamed and left her knees momentarily to rise on her toes, her hands still touching the floor, supporting her. She screamed again and spread her legs like a bitch dog.
The Great Dane had sunk his long red shaft into her cunt all the way to the hilt.
Pete dropped to the floor nearby, his heart hammering so furiously now it threatened to jump out of his body. His own tool was so hard it ached. He pulled it forth and moved his body towards Mary, pulling his pants down somewhat as he did so. When he was close enough, he pressed his tool against her cheek, for now her head was hanging low to the floor, her eyes still closed, her mouth still set firmly.
"Suck me, baby," he begged. "Let me get in on it."
But Mary didn't hear him, apparently, for she made no move to touch her husband. She kept on moaning and groaning and every few seconds a tiny scream would issue forth from her lips. Suddenly she was leaning on her forearms instead of her hands. This lowered the top part of her body, but left her rear end high and in position for her cunt to continue to receive the plunging tool of the inflamed Great Dane.
Pete glanced at the big dog.
He wanted to grin, but the grin froze on his face.
The big dog seemed to be looking straight at Pete, but his eyes were so glazed with lust that there was nothing the animal was seeing, more than likely. The dog's back was curved and reminded Pete of a pulled bow about to release the arrow.
Every muscle in the animal's body seemed to be tight and hard and ready to burst at any moment. The long tongue kept darting in and out of the dog's mouth as if it had a personality of its own and wanted something to enter in a sexual sense. Pete watched the animal in utter fascination wild exhilaration as it continued on with its frantic fucking.
Pete wondered if dogs knew passion.
Or was it simply instinctive urge?
Marv screamed again and shot her butt up into the air.
This seemed to drive the dog even more frantic, for now he plunged his tool into Mary's cunt with terrific force and speed.
"Ah… ah… ah… ah…" Mary cried brokenly. "Ah… ah…"
The dog kept on with his fucking.
Pete moved about a bit so he could see the plunging tool as it entered and was withdrawn from his wife's cunt.
The dong was swollen to an unbelievable size now.
"Ah… ah… ah… ah…" said Mary, her eyes closed so tightly that it made her face look strange.
The dog continued to hump.
Pete watched.
Mary groaned. "Ah… ah… ah…"
Pete went off all over the front of his pants.
The dog evidently exploded then, for his eyes went shut and he breathed hard, his tongue darting in and out of his mouth at a fast rate of speed.
He barely realized it.
Mary was now up on her hands again, holding her body higher from the floor.
The dog was still fucking her, moving now at a rate of speed that was hard to believe.
Pete squirted again as he watched. His pants were a mess.
The dog apparently exploded again from the looks of his face.
"Ah… ah… ah… oh… so… wonderful… so… very… wonderful."
Pete didn't know how long it took for the dog to get down from Mary's back, but it seemed like an hour. Apparently, the dog's tool was so swollen that it could not be extracted until some of the swelling went away. Finally, the dog pulled it out of Mary's twat, and Pete was astonished at the length of it, even though he knew it must be much smaller now than when the fuck had been at its zenith. The Great Dane sniffed at Mary's butt, licked at her cunt with his long, sweeping tongue.
"Ah… ah… ah…" Mary moaned, her body tensing.
The dog stopped his licking to look at Pete, sniffed, gave his head a shake, seemed to cough a bit, shook his head again and resumed licking Mary's cunt from the rear.
"Ah… ah… ah…" from Mary over and over as the dog's long tongue repeatedly struck her sensitive clit.
Seeing the dog lapping Mary's snatch made Pete shoot off again. He went off all over the carpet this time, managing to get his legs out of the way, not that it made any difference. Mary saw him go off and she opened her mouth and took his prick in and cleansed it with her tongue and lips. She kissed his tool repeatedly.
The dog moved away into the corner and lay down on his belly and looked at the two people on the floor. A moment later the dog lowered his head to his forelegs as though resting from his terrific exertion.
"Honey," Mary said to Pete softly. "It was so good… I'll never be the same again."
"It was marvelous," he agreed. "You were terribly hot, weren't you, darling?"
"Yes," she said. "And believe me I can understand Rose better now. That gal really knows what she's doing. I don't blame her for liking… you-know-what." Apparently, Mary didn't feel up to mentioning the word "dog".
Pete grinned slightly. "Maybe I should find a female… a bitch for myself."
This made Mary laugh and the laugh sounded good to him after all the tight, tense passion that had been filling the room for the past twenty minutes. There was, he concluded, always the possibility of having too much of a good thing.
"Pete," she said, sitting down now and crossing her legs. "What did it look like?"
"It looked wild, baby, wilder'n hell, but hot, too. I've never been so hot before, and I was just watching."
"I have an idea that Rose may have started a whole new sex trend for women."
This alarmed Pete momentarily. "I hope not. I don't want to lose my wife to an animal."
"Silly. I didn't mean it that way. I just meant for an occasional kick."
"Sure, I know," he said, and moved over close to her so he could kiss her. "I'm glad you got 'em off with the dog, baby. I know I did."
"I saw you. Wow. What an evening this has been. Have you ever known a better one?"
"No," Pete replied. "This was the hottest night I've ever known."
"Honey," she said, "You have to take the dog back, don't you?"
He nodded. "Yes, but there's no hurry about it. You might want another ream job after a while. I guess the Great Dane wouldn't mind, after he's had a certain amount of rest."
"Maybe I would, at that," Mary said. "Gee, I don't know if I could take all of that long, hard tool again or not."
"It's real big and hard all right. Wish I had one that long."
She kissed his lips quickly. "Yours is okay, honey. Don't talk that way."
He laughed and patted her on the butt as she started to get to her feet. The Great Dane got halfway to his feet, a low warning growl issuing from his throat.
Mary giggled slightly. "How about that? Man is jealous of you for patting me on the butt, honey."
Pete eyed the dog who had now resumed lying flat. "So I see and hear," he said. "I'll have to watch my step till he gets cooled off."
"Maybe I'd better get dressed-fully dressed, I mean." Mary glanced at her stockings and Pete did also, noting they were badly torn.
"Yeah," Pete said carefully, eyeing the dog as he spoke. Another low warning growl had come from the animal, though Pete had not made a move towards Mary that he knew of. He must have done something, he knew, to make the animal dislike him. "Better take a bath, too, baby," he told Mary. "A good one. Rose told me once she always took a long, hot shower afterwards."
"Oh… all right, honey. Do you suppose Man will allow me to leave the room?" Mary was quite serious about the question. Pete could see that she was from the expression on her face.
"I don't know, baby. Move slowly and if he tries to follow, tell him to go back and lie down. I heard Rose speak that way firmly but gently and he obeyed her every word."
"All right." Mary got to her feet gingerly and moved across the room. The dog followed her every step of the way with his eyes. However, when she left the room and closed the door, the Great Dane settled back down and placed his head on his paws.
Pete stared at the dog.
The Great Dane was looking back at Pete.
Suddenly, the dog got to his feet and came over to Pete, his head lowered, his tail wagging in friendly fashion. Pete gingerly patted the dog's head and was shocked when the dog lowered his muzzle to the man's prick and began to lick it furiously. Pete was alarmed that the animal might bite him, but these fears left quickly. The dog actually seemed aroused at licking his cock and Pete realized that the dog must have smelled Cindy's cunt juice on his dick. As Pete glanced at the rear underside of the dog, he saw that his tool was beginning to protrude from the covering skin and growing hard. This made Pete's prick get hard again and quickly, which, in turn, made the dog's cock grow even more.
The Great Dane was using his tongue in such a way that it seemed to slap around Pete's tool and draw on it in a suction like licking operation. It felt good, Pete had to admit. It felt damned good. What the hell was going on? Was this really sexy stuff or had he and Mary gone mad?
The dog continued to lick and lap at Pete's rock-hard cock.
Pete became hot all over again, extremely so.
He reached beneath the dog and gingerly felt his long, red tool. The dog liked this and began to jack quickly.
Pete allowed him to do this for a moment.
For a few moments.
And then he couldn't stand it any longer. Pete Braden knew now what he was going to do, come hell or high water.
He did it.
He dropped his pants to his knees, yanked down his briefs, got up on his hands and knees and waited.
The Great Dane was breathing hard now.
He licked at Pete's asshole.
Then Pete felt it.
Felt the Great Dane mount him.
Felt the pain of it.
All the way.
The dog's tool was in his ass to the hilt.
Pete Braden took it, all of it, and several times nearly passed out from the intense pain and excitement of it.
It was then that he felt something warm and wet and familiar being pushed into his face.
Mary had come back into the room. Pete kissed her furry twat as he groaned with high passion.
The Great Dane fucked faster, harder.
Pete screamed from the pain of it.
"Isn't it wonderful honey?" he heard Mary ask, sounding as if she were a mile away.
"Yes," he muttered. "Marvelous."
The dog humped.
Pete screamed again. For the life of him he could not help it. Jumping to his feet awkwardly, he felt the dog's tool being forced out of his bung.
"I can't do it!" Pete cried. "He's all yours, baby. I'm not built for it. I'll be an observer. You do it."
Mary didn't say a word. She simply dropped to her hands and knees while her husband watched.