Despite the strangeness of the situation, I am incredibly stimulated by Buddy’s pounding and when you lay down on top of me and slide your cock into my throat and start to lick my belly, I go over the top in seconds. But it doesn’t stop! You begin to fuck my mouth just as though you are in my pussy. Perhaps influenced by Buddy’s pace, you’re pumping about twice as fast as usual – maybe 30 strokes a minute. That’s one second going in; one second coming out. Full depth in; almost full stroke out. The now familiar orgasmic waves begin to wash over me. I want to scream but the scream is punched back by your plunging cock so I just reach up with my arms and grab onto your butt cheeks pounding above me.
Of course I lose all sense of time and reality. I don’t actually lose consciousness but the sheer speed and intensity of our fornication seems to lift me into a new universe, one where stars explode soundlessly around us, where the waves of the ocean wash up over me as I lay on a beach, each wave bringing another body-wrenching orgasm and where there are 1000 men, perhaps 10,000, ringed around me, every one with his hard cock in hand, every one waiting his turn in me.
When you cum, it is like the most wonderful, creamy milk shake I’ve ever tasted. It soothes my throat, moistens my lips and, I’m sure, provides me much-needed nourishment. You pull out and kneel over me, licking spots of your cum off my lips and cheeks, then kiss me sweetly. Buddy finishes up with his three final, spaced thrusts and I feel his cum flushing and filling my channel. He gives a final lick to my rigid clit and I cry out because it is now so super-sensitive. He hops off of me and wanders out of the room, most likely to lie on the lanai and lick his balls. You stand and slacken the rope, lowering my body to the ground. “Great fuck, Honey” you compliment and saunter out, cock still semi-up and swinging back and forth as though seeking new cunts to conquer.
I step into the bathroom and flush out my pussy, have a quick shower, comb my hair and fix my face. I put on a clean bra and panties, crisp pink shirt and white shorts and a pair of blingy open sandals with a 3 inch heel. I feel great! I’ve been thoroughly, magnificently fucked by man and beast twice already today and it’s only 3:00 o’clock. Outside, I find you enjoying a beer on the lanai with Buddy laying at your side. “If we’re going to have a dog around for awhile until we find his owner, we had better stock up on some dog food” I suggest. “And I need a few things from the store as well”.
“Let’s do it then” you agree, so I grab keys and purse and head for the garage. When I slide open the side door of the van, Buddy jumps right in and braces himself upright on one of the “captains chairs”. At the store, you volunteer to stay in the van with Buddy so we can keep the AC running as the outside temperature is 98 F. So I dash in alone and run into a big shock! There on a bulletin board just inside the lobby is a big picture of Buddy with the word REWARD over his head. I step close to read the text beneath and learn he’s from “the Estates” an acreage development about 3 miles north of our place. Well, I’m sure going to miss him but I take one of the little tags with the phone number from the bottom of the poster, stick it in my bra and hurry in to do my shopping. I buy a small bag of dog food just in case . . .
The ride home is a bit somber, as we’ve both come to love Buddy as we’ve started to call him. I now know from the poster that his name is actually Bobby; perhaps the names are close enough and that’s why he always responds to Buddy. We get home, traipse inside and I call the number. A woman’s voice answers the phone and when I ask if she’s the lady who has lost a dog, she squeals “Oh yes! Have you found him?” I give her the address and she says she and her husband will be right over. She sounds so excited it’s like talking to a 5 year old on Christmas Eve. Sure enough, about 10 minutes later, the doorbell rings and Bobby gives a Woof! – the first time he’s barked. At the door are a man and woman. She’s about 45, blonde, beautifully made up and groomed, an inch or so taller than I am, not fat but as my dad used to say “nicely filled out”. He’s a bit older, graying a bit, my height but “stocky”, wearing a heavy gold chain and three big rings crusted with stones – diamonds or good fakes. A second marriage for both, I suspect. I welcome them in and Bobby welcomes them both with a sniff to the crotch. “We’re sitting on the lanai” I offer so they follow me out there where you’re sitting with a freshly opened frosty beer. “Beer all around” I ask but they decline.
“We really just have to thank you so much for finding Bobby. I’m Gloria, by the way, and this is my husband Mike. We do the round of introductions. They’re Gloria and Mike Holmstead from the Estates, recently retired, just moved to Florida a year ago. They love the weather and isn’t it a shame about the recent scandals in Washington and in Tallahassee.
Finally Mike leans forward and says “Now we advertised a reward and we want to pay up. We’re thinking $100.00 if that seems right to you?”
“Oh no!” I exclaim. “It has been ample reward just having Buddy – uh Bobbie with us. He’s certainly an amazing dog with very special talents.” Gloria starts at my remark and her eyes open wide. Bobby, knowing I’m talking about him comes over and lays his head in my lap.
“He’s a nice dog” Gloria tries to say casually, “but I wouldn’t know about his talents”.
“Mmmm, I’m sure you do” I tease. “He’s obviously been very well-trained and coached.” Gloria chokes but Mike just laughs.
“I think we’ve been made, Glo” he laughs again “but that’s alright because clearly these folks entirely approve of Bobby’s special training and I would be happy to know another couple with similar interests.”
After that, our conversation becomes much more cordial and intimate so when I disclose that I’m an “unmodified” tg-woman, they both clap their hands together in delight. “Listen, we really have to go because we have a commitment for tonight but tomorrow’s Sunday. Could you come over for Sunday brunch around 11:00? We can talk about all kinds of interesting things and maybe have some fun. I promise Bobby will be there and happy to see you.” Gloria is fairly dancing in her chair with excitement.
“We’d be happy to come” I answer without even consulting you, confident in your interest in the finer things of life. After Gloria and Mike and Bobby leave, we stand there looking at each other in amazement. But the house somehow seems emptier. “Come” I say, “let’s have a swim.” I pull my hair into a top knot, pop out of my clothes on the spot in the living room and then help you with yours. “Hey, this is the first time I’ve seen him “at ease”. By the way, what do you call him? Most guys have a name for their cock.
“His name is Pierre. I named him after a former Canadian Prime Minister”, you grin as we walk out to the lanai hand in hand. The salt-pool water is kept at about 90 degrees F, so it feels like a luxurious bath as we step in. We float around in the clear blue water enjoying the slipperiness of our bodies touching, our skin sliding over each other. I back you over to one side where I know there’s a jet of hot water coming in from the heater. The water blasts against your back and rump, relaxing the muscles there and the flow of water around your body caresses my skin as well. All at once we’re in each other’s arms and your mouth is on mine. The pulsing water flow, the heat, the tropical breeze and our embrace is intoxicating. We make our way out of the pool together and into the shower to wash away the salt, then pat each other dry with big white towels. When we step out of the bathroom we just collapse on the big bed, holding each other, your warm cock nestling comfortably in my pussy as we whisper sweet nothings. “Good night, my sweet, beautiful slut whore” you whisper as you doze off.
When I waken it is 1:05 by the clock radio. The bedroom door to the pool is still open and a half-moon hangs bright in the south-west. The temperature has dropped and I feel a little chilly so I pull a sheet over us as you sleep quietly. Crawling down under the sheet, I find your sleeping cock, slip it in my mouth, lay my head on your tummy and suck contentedly like a baby with a nipple. When I waken again, I’m still in the same position, now sucking on a dildo, and you’re gone. Frantically I leap out of bed but you’re in the other bathroom, obviously in the shower and singing a happy song. I quickly put some coffee on to brew and run for the shower so I can finish my ablutions and enjoy coffee on the lanai with you. I love Florida mornings.
When I return, you’re drinking coffee and scanning the Sunday paper. “Did you find my little surprise?” you chuckle. “When I woke up, you were sound asleep with my cock in your mouth and didn’t want to give it up; when I pulled out you started to whimper so I found a replacement in the drawer beside the bed and you settled back to sleep”.
We have a chuckle over your little prank but it’s 9:30 and I need to douche and dress if we’re going to be at the Holmstead’s by 11:00. And no you can’t watch. This is one thing a girl has to do by herself.
Ch 5: Brunch with Gloria, Mike and Bobby Holmstead
To be continued
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