Jenny threw off the covers. It was a hot summer morning and she was finding it difficult to enjoy her sleep-in. It was partly the heat - her cotton nightdress clung to her uncomfortably - but her mind could not settle, her brain was whirling and the subject of her thoughts was the pictures and stories she had download from one of her favorite chat sites the previous evening.
Jenny had been chatting with Phillip for several months now and they had progressively got into more and more explicit sexual fantasies. Phillip usually guided the discussion and often sent pictures and stories to make their mutual masturbation sessions more exciting. Now Jenny lay on her bed and thought back over yesterday evening. Phillip had "accidentally" sent her some very explicit "farm yard" movie clips and stories. She had been disgusted but also she had be strangely excited by the eagerness of the woman in the video to get the dog "tied" with his knot wedged deep in her pussy.
Now Jenny had woken with thoughts of her discussions with Phillip about group sex at a club he said he owned whirling round her head. She often got aroused like this after a hot session on the internet. But last night was different. She had allowed herself to get into some very graphic discussions about what had been taboo subjects for her. She had even had a very explicit open chat with Phillip and several others about doing some of these things for money. Jenny was now keyed up and worried that she had gone too far again by surrendering to her lust and wretched financial position. What worried her most was that she had invited Phillip to her home that afternoon to "audition" for work as a hostess and dancer at the special club he owned. She was also appalled that images from the dog video were a key part of her disturbed morning, a fragment of her jumbled thoughts that was proving very stimulating to her debauched mind.
Many men (and some women) had been her lovers since she surrendered her virginity to her uncle on her 14th birthday. In the past seven years she had become aware that she needed men with big cocks and lots of stamina to be really satisfied. In fact the best sex she had ever experienced was on the eve of her wedding when she ended having sex with the two Negro strippers her girlfriends had hired for her "shower" Their big black cocks were as thick as her wrist and she ended up fucking them both in front of all her friends.
Her desires for wilder more exciting sexual experiences were always leading her into trouble. Two months ago her husband had come home and caught her masturbating during one of her more wanton internet chat sessions. In the aftermath of the fight that followed he found her computer files and read all about her secret sex life. Now she was living alone in an isolated and run down house on the edge of town. Her husband had cleared out and left her destitute so she was struggling to live on the meager "dole" that the government provided to the unemployed.
Jenny's fingers and fist knew every nook and cranny of her pussy from a lifetime of masturbation. Now as she lay on top of her bed enjoying the morning sun streaming through her open bedroom windows, visions from the chat with Phillip triggering the familiar tingle between her legs. Her hand slid down over her belly and gently cupped her sex through the opening in her nightgown.
She felt guilt-ridden - fancy getting horny over thoughts of sex in front of strangers and watching dogs do it with other women! "You've been too long without a good fuck, my girl!" she thought to herself. Then she parted her legs slightly and slid her hand between her thighs. She pressed her finger against her pussy and felt her swollen clit through the thin material of her nightdress. Dreamily she pulled the hem of her nightie up around her waist. Her hand slid between her thighs and, as she had done so many times before, she drew up her knees, let her legs fall apart and began to caress herself. She ran her finger slowly between her legs, starting at her puckering anus, then moving to the entrance of her vagina and bringing it slowly, teasingly along her large protruding pussy lips to her clitoris, savoring the feeling as she parted her puffy labia. A small, delicious shock of pleasure pulsed through her body as her fingertip brushed against the swelling nub of flesh that projected from top of her slot like a small cock.
Now she expertly moved her finger to retrace the familiar route, dipping ever so slightly into the entrance of her sex. She was skilled at this, making the sensations last, savoring every second. She pulled at her nightdress with her free hand, maneuvering it off over her head, changing hands momentarily as she slipped her arms from the sleeves so as not to disturb the slow rhythm she had begun.
The wardrobe at the bottom of the bed had a full-length mirror for a door and through half closed eyes Jenny enjoyed watching her 6' frame as she began to masturbate. All the time she was thinking how exciting it would be to do this in front of a group of strangers. She was propped up slightly on her pillows and her substantial breasts were swaying in time with the movements of her hand. They were not the firm, pert breasts of most women her age. Rather Jenny's large DD tits were soft and droopy. "Spaniels ears!" she muttered. Her large nipples were never less than semi-erect and were nearly always visible through her clothes. Now she continued to stroke herself and watched her nipples till they were standing proud and stiff like large acorns.
In this half lying position her belly was flat - she had a little "pot" when she was standing and her hips were on the large side. Child bearing hips were how her Uncle described them. She had long legs with solid, muscular thighs from her regular sessions on her rowing machine. Her pussy had a very light covering of wispy blonde hair that did nothing to hide her large protruding pussy lips. Jenny's finger dipped a little further into her wide-open vagina with every stroke. She felt the moistness down there growing and gave a small moan of pleasure. She closed her eyes and an image that Phillip sent her came into her mind. She saw a Great Dane, his substantial prick jutting stiff and proud. In her mind's eye she saw the chubby German looking woman on her hands and knees about to take its hardness between her pussy lips. She focused on how it must feel to be impaled by such a colossal canine cock. How it would stretch her pussy - her hand moved faster between her legs, her four fingers were slipping inside her gleaming pussy lips. Deeper she pushed past her knuckles. Soon she would be enjoying the pleasure she always got from fisting herself. She loved watching how her hand slipped easily into her virgina. How her pink fleshy labia moved with her hand and how quickly her copious juices flowed from her tingling hole. Within minutes she began to feel her first climax building. She loved this moment, watching how her body began to respond.