She no longer gave a shit whether messing around with her pussy was evil or not. It felt fantastic, and from now on she was going to play with her cunt as often as she wished. She would even let a dog fuck her if she could find one that knew how to fuck. Listening to the dull thud of Scotty's furry belly slapping against Mae's soft ass as he fucked into her was driving Abby wild.

"Oh, sweet doggy!" she heard the blonde squeal in ecstasy. "I love that beautiful fuckin' cock of yours."

The feel of his super-hard prick fucking in and out of her writhing cunt was almost blowing Mae's mind.

"Shit, Scotty!" she squealed as the intense pleasure increased in her pussy. "I love your cock, you sweet fucker!"

She could feel every ridge and sinew on the animal's deliciously hard dog-prick rubbing against every tingling nerve end in her hotly squeezing cunt. The rock-hardness of his heavenly cock was fucking deeply into the magical hotness of her squeezing fuck-hole, reaming out big globs of slippery cunt juices from deep in her pussy.

"That's it,you big-cocked darling!" she cried, almost hysterical from the intense pleasure she was feeling. "Keep that big cock fuckin'!" The animal was thrusting his long prick-shaft into her with rapid, cunt-splitting strokes, each quick thrust bringing her closer to a climax.

"That's it!" she screamed when the hot gush of his dog-cum into her cunt triggered her orgasm. "Cream me good, baby! I'm coming… coming… commmmiiiinnnngggg!"

Watching through the window as the blonde climaxed all around her dog's spurting prick, Abby began rubbing her clit more vigorously. Trembling with excitement, she leaned back against the building to support herself as she feverishly rubbed her clitty until she, too, exploded into a wild orgasm.

CHAPTER THREE

When Abby awakened the next morning, she was filled with shame. As soon as the reverend left the house, she knelt by the bed and tearfully prayed for over an hour, begging forgiveness for her evil sinning. Accompanying her husband to church the following Sunday, she was still filled with guilt and remorse.



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