Rachel Woodward had been fucking her dog for a month.
It had just sort of happened, to begin with. Rachel had been petting the big collie one day and, all of a sudden, his prick began to quiver and harden. The fat, red knob had come squeezing out from its hairy sheath, and the sight had turned Rachel on.
Rachel had never been fucked before. She was a pretty teenager and had done some heavy petting with a few boys, but she had never gone all the way, although she had often thought about fucking and yearned for it.
The dog, on the other hand, was no virgin. Wally was a handsome white and tan collie and had fucked quite a number of bitches, but he had never fucked a human.
Both the girl and the dog had been a little embarrassed and uncertain about the situation.
Rachel had gazed at the dog's cock.
Her cunt started to cream.
The dog picked up the scent of hot cunt juice, and his prick got even bigger and harder, inspired by the aroma. Wally's whole sturdy body started to tremble, and his balls swelled up like balloons. Rachel slid her hand tentatively under his belly, and she touched his cock. She was blushing furiously, ashamed of what she was doing. But as soon as she had that rock-hard prick in her hand, her passion overwhelmed her inhibitions.
After all, she reasoned, no one would ever know ... except the dog, and he could not tell anyone.
She began to stroke his cock.
At first she thought that maybe she would simply jerk him off, the way she had done with the boys she had petted and necked with. It always thrilled her to see a cock shoot in her hand and to feel the hot jism splash on her flesh.
As she rubbed her hand up and down on his prickshaft, the dog whimpered and began to hump, fucking her fist. When Rachel saw Wally's powerful haunches humping, she got hotter than ever. She wondered what it would feel like to have the brute humping between her legs instead of through her fist, to have that massive cock plunging up her creamy cunt. She hesitated, trembling every bit as much as the collie.
Her clit sparked. Thick ribbons of cunt juice ran down her thighs. She felt hotter than she had ever before, even when one of her boyfriends had finger-fucked her.
That was when Rachel decided to fuck the dog.
With the decision made, she didn't hesitate.
The girl pulled her panties down, and she pulled her dress up.
Wally gave a little yelp when he saw the girl's naked, creamy pussy and realized that he was in for a treat.
He thrust his snout into her crotch and lapped.
Wally's hot tongue made the girl hornier than ever.
She let the collie lick her for a minute, then turned onto her hands and knees before him. Although he had never fucked a human, the dog knew what the doggy position was. He mounted Rachel, wrapping his forelegs around her hips, and thrusting his prick into her crotch. The fat knob slipped around in her soaking fuckslot. The girl reached back between her legs, and she took his cock in her hand, guiding the tip into her cunthole. The dog lunged and drove the full length of his hairy cock up the girl's pussy.
Rachel had never had anything but fingers up there.
Being stuffed to the womb with hot, hard cock was even better than she had imagined it would be.
Wally fucked her with fury, and Rachel came twice before the brute filled her cunt with dog jizz.
She expected to be filled with shame, as well as cum, once the bestial fucking was finished.
But she wasn't.
The petite brunette had loved it so much that she felt no embarrassment or regrets at all ... and looked forward to doing it again.
That was how Rachel had started dog fucking.
For the next month, she had fucked the collie every day. Sometimes they did it doggy fashion, and sometimes they did it face to face, her slim back arched, her ass hiked up, while the shaggy brute poured the prick into her with furious thrusts.
She adored his cock.
She wondered what it would be like to suck it.
Rachel had often thought about sucking a cock and letting a boy shoot in her mouth. The very thought made her drool. If one of the boys with whom she petted had asked her to give him a blowjob, the horny teenager would not have hesitated. But she had been too shy to go down on a boy on her own initiative, afraid that he might think that she was some sort of tramp.
With the dog, there was no problem. But she hadn't sucked his prick yet. In a way, blowing a dog seemed even more depraved than fucking him.
Tonight, she decided, was going to do it.
Rachel was leaving for summer camp in the morning. She was looking forward to it, but she knew that she was going to miss Wally. She would be away for a whole month, and the thought of not having any of his fat prick for four weeks was making her feel frustrated in advance. She knew that the dog would miss her cunt, too, and felt sorry for him ... and decided to give him a special treat before she left.
She called him to her bedroom.
The collie came, wriggling with anticipation, figuring he was going to get his daily fuck. Rachel locked the door. She certainly didn't want her mother or father to walk in and find her making it with the dog. The brunette took her clothes off while the brute waited eagerly, his prick already starting to get hard.
She sat on the edge of the bed.
The dog, well-trained by now, hopped up, placing his forepaws on either side of her hips, ready for a face-to-face fuck. Rachel usually reached down to place his cockhead into her cuntslot.
Tonight she drew his fat fuckrod up higher.
She gazed at the swollen knob.
His prickhead was bright red, bloated and throbbing, and the cleft was parted. A drop of jism bubbled from the tip.
Rachel licked her lips, and her mouth began to water. She leaned down closer to his cockmeat.
The dog knew nothing about oral sex and quivered impatiently, wondering why she had placed his prick in her cunt.
She pushed her pink tongue out.
The curious teenager tapped it against the tip of his prick, just a light and tentative contact at first.
Wally whimpered.
The flavor of his hot cockmeat tingled on her tastebuds. She began to run her wet tongue all over the head of his cock, slurping and licking. A trace of jism ran onto her lips, and she moaned with desire. She kissed the tip of his cock, then let her lips slowly part, feeding his cockhead into her mouth.
She began to suck lovingly on the tasty slab.
A mouthful of prick was every bit as wonderful as she had imagined it would be, just as a cuntful had been. Her mouth felt as hot as her pussy, and her tongue was tingling like her clit. Holding the dog's balls in one hand, Rachel folded the other hand around his cock. She began to jack him up and down while she mouthed his prickhead, eager to bring him to a climax and have him spurt in her mouth.
Rachel yearned to drink the dog's cum.
Wally began to get the idea now, to realize that human mouths were like surrogate cunts. He started to hump, fucking into her mouth just as if it were a pussy.
"Oooooh!" she squealed.
Her head tilted back.
Her tongue lashed wildly around, against the underside of his cockhead, and her lips pulled and dragged adoringly on his prickmeat. The collie was fucking into her mouth steadily, his haunches darting in and out and his hind paws braced on the floor.
Wally's swollen balls swung in and out, slapping against Rachel's chin as he buried his boner.
His cockhead was plunging right into her throat, gagging her, but it was worth it. Rachel knew she was going to have hairs stuck between her teeth, too, and that was also worth it. She sucked as he drew his throbbing cockmeat out, then twisted her head about, winding her mouth around on his prick with a carnal devotion. Wally's haunches had become a blur as he stepped up the pace of his fucking, as the creamy conclusion drew near.
A little spurt of cum shot onto her tongue.
Rachel gurgled with joy and swallowed his slimy jizz, finding that it was delicious, that drinking jism was all that she had hoped for. Another spurt shot into her throat and a third skimmed across the roof of her mouth. The dog hadn't come yet but his pre-cum drizzlings were filling her eager mouth and making the horny teenager even hungrier for his full load.
Then the collie gave a yelp.
He emptied his balls into her mouth.
The hot lava of Wally's bestial lust hosed her throat and jetted over her tongue, soaking her, filling her mouth to the brim.
Rachel gasped and gulped the jizz down as best as she could, but there was too much for her to swallow. Ribbons of foaming cum overflowed her pursed lips and ran down her chin. Drops splashed on her heaving tits. She kept sucking and swallowing, swallowing and sucking.
The lusty beast continued to pour the prick to her, his cum seemingly endless, his aching balls bottomless, the thick cockjuice coming out in a steady rope of slime. Her tongue was floating in the stuff.
"Ummm ummmm ummmm," she purred, wild with lust.
At long last, the dog's cock stopped shooting.
Wally humped her for a few more moments, then slowed. Rachel sucked on his softening cockhead, nursing out a few last delicious drops of jism, then used her tongue to gather up the overflow. She drew her lips away and leaned back, a dreamy expression on her pretty face. Cum glistened on her lips and chin and tits.
She had sucked off a dog!
That dark knowledge thrilled the naughty teenager almost as much as the act itself had.
Rachel, with that first effort, had become a confirmed cocksucker. A whole lot of lucky young men were going to discover that fact in the near future ... and maybe a whole lot of dogs, too.
But now the girl's cunt was steaming.
The petite brunette had so much enjoyed having a mouthful of cockmeat and cum that she had ignored her own needs. But now that Wally's sweet prick had been drained, she felt a burning need for a cuntful.
The dog was still standing over her.
His cock had started to droop and soften slightly, but it had not completely collapsed. He was eyeing her expectantly, an old dog who had eagerly learned a new trick.
Rachel leaned forward and slurped his cockhead into her mouth once more, sucking and lapping gently upon the rubbery knob and feeling, to her joy, his fat fuckrod harden and swell to a brand new erection. She sucked his cock up hard as a rock, then drew her lips away and took his prick in one hand, while pushing him lower with the other.
She arched her back and tilted her crotch up.
Wally stood rigid, waiting.
Rachel slid his cockhead up and down along her cuntcrack for a moment, using it like a spoon to stir her creamy pussy and massaging her fiery fuck button with the hot cock meat.
Her cuntcrack opened into an oval slot and filled with juice.
Rachel slipped the dog's cockhead into her pussy and released him. The collie braced his paws and drove his stout prick balls-deep up her cunt. He held the full penetration for a long moment, thrilled to have his cock buried in pussy once more and giving the horny teenager a chance to appreciate having her cunthole stuffed to the brim with prick.
Then he began to fuck her.
Rachel met him with equal vigor, her ass and hips grinding and her juicy cunt sucking on him.
She came almost immediately.
Then she came again.
Because Wally's balls had already been emptied into her mouth, the animal lasted a long time before he came again.
Rachel enjoyed every second of that long and spectacular fuck, creaming time and again. One orgasm followed so quickly upon the one before that they were soon blending into one sustained height of sensation which melted her to the core.
Then the dog poured another hot, thick load of cum into her, soaking her loins as he had her mouth.
And her cunt drank his cum, as her throat had done.
Rachel gazed at the collie sadly.
She was thinking about that whole long month when she would not have access to his sweet cock.
The dog, his balls well emptied, was lying on the floor, his head on his forepaws, a contented look in his big brown eyes. But Wally did not realize he was going to be deprived of pussy for a month, so he did not feel the same regret that Rachel did.
And there was something that Rachel didn't know, too, something that would have greatly changed her feelings and lifted her expectations to joyful heights.
There were animals at the summer camp.
Rachel was about to get under the covers when there was a knock on the bedroom door.
"Are you sleeping, dear?" her mother asked.
"I'm in bed, Mom," she replied.
"Honey, do you have Wally in there with you?"
"Errrr--yeah."
"I hope you aren't allowing that dog to share your bed," said her mother. "It's really not very sanitary."
Rachel could not help but giggle. She clapped a hand over her mouth to stifle the sound.
Little did her mother realize how frequently that collie did share Rachel's bed ... and more.
"No, Mom, he's sleeping on the floor," she called.
That was true at the moment.
In the middle of the night, Rachel fucked the brute again.
And in the morning, she left for summer camp and a whole new spectrum of carnal delights.
CHAPTER TWO
Julia Higgenbottom was lazily playing with her pussy and thinking about tomorrow. Julia was the woman who ran the summer camp for girls, and it was a job she dearly loved.
Julia was a blonde woman with big tits and a well-packed ass ... and a cunt like a smoldering volcano.
She enjoyed her cunt for the pleasure it gave her.
But she liked other cunts, as well.
Julia wasn't strictly a lesbian, since she often went to bed with men as well as women, but she was a confirmed cunt-sucker. There was nothing she would rather do than bury her head between a pair of smooth thighs, clamp her mouth onto a cunt like a suction cup onto a drain and suck merrily away until it climaxed in her mouth.
That was why she had started the summer camp, which she ran at reasonable rates, and where she found a supply of hot cunt.
Julia had been running the camp for three years.
During that time, she had managed to suck off no less than eight horny young teenaged girls. She had, at first, been surprised ... pleasantly surprised ... at how many girls were willing to let a woman go down on them. They weren't dykes. They simply adored having their cunts licked and sucked and didn't give a dam about the sex of the sucker. Two of the girls had even gone down on Julia, in turn, adding another dimension to the woman's pleasure.
Tomorrow, twelve new girls were arriving, a dozen prospective pussies for the horny cunt-lapper's delight.
She had been looking over a list of the new arrivals, wondering which of them would be pretty and, more important, which of them would be agreeable to letting her eat them out. She always had to approach the girls cautiously, of course. It would never do to force her cunt-lapping on a girl who was not willing, and who might tell her parents or the authorities.
But Julia had it down to a science and could generally tell, after only a brief and subtle conversation, if a girl was willing. She would work the talk around to sexual matters, beginning as if she was simply concerned about the girl's happiness at the camp. Then she would move on to the topic of masturbation. By that time, she could tell if the girl was interested.
It was a tested and proven method.
Julia would offer to masturbate the girl.
Once she had started giving the teenager a handjob, Julia would gradually lower her head closer and closer, careful to make sure that the girl showed no signs of disgust or alarm or reluctance.
They seldom did.
Already hot from her manual caresses, the girl usually gazed on in fascination as the pretty blonde woman's mouth drew closer to her steaming cunt. Julia would smile at them and move down those last few inches and, presto! Another cunt sucked off!
Julia was sitting in a comfortable chair beside the stone fireplace, holding the list of newcomers in her left hand and slowly stroking her cunt and clit with her right hand. She wasn't deliberately working toward a climax at the moment. She was simply keeping her juicy pussy hot and hungry, enjoying the sensation.
After awhile, she put the list down.
She sure wished she had a girl there now.
Julia was hungry for cunt, not having sucked one for several weeks now, physically hungry, just as she would have been for a meal if she had not eaten in awhile. Her mouth was watering as much as her cunt was creaming, and her tongue was as hot as her fuck bud.
Julia wished that she was supple enough to go down on herself!
What a treat that would be! Imagine having t that she could suck at any hour, day or night whenever the urge came upon her ... and to have, at the same time, the pleasure of having her own cunt sucked!
Julia had tried to get her mouth between her legs in various positions, but she always fell frustratingly short by a few inches. She could run her tongue through her pubic thicket, but she couldn't make contact with her clit. The failure drove her wild.
Now she decided to concentrate on coming.
But she was in no hurry for the climax, enjoying the build-up along the way.
Julia drew her skirt up, and she opened the front of her dress, exposing her plump titmounds. The smooth globes of flesh rolled together into deep cleavage at the inner curves and her nipples stood out like little pink rockets ready to be launched. Although they could not compare with cunts, Julia liked tits, too.
She cupped her fat titmounds in her hands, massaging them while she ran her thumbs back and forth across the tips.
Julia lifted her heavy tits and deepened the cleavage, holding the handfuls up as she lowered her face. Although she was unable to mouth her cunt, Julia was easily able to suck her nipples. She licked at them, lightly flicking her tongue against the trembling flesh. Then she slurped one nipple into her lips and sucked. She switched, sucking the other.
With both of her hands occupied and full of tit, her neglected cunt began to steam violently. A trickle of cunt juice ran down her crotch and seeped into the crack of her ass. Her hairy pussylips spread open and her fuckslot flooded with a frothy flow of cunt juice.
Julia continued to mouth her tits for awhile and then, unable to bear the delay any longer, she went to work on her pussy with both hands. The blonde rubbed her clit with one hand while she finger-fucked in and out of her hot cunt with the other. Julia used two fingers to begin with, then shoved all four, bunched together in a phallic bundle, up into her pussy.
She gazed down, eyes blazing, enjoying the sight.
After awhile, Julia drew her fingers out of her cunt, dripping and slathered with cunt juice, and brought them up to her lips. She licked at them, then fed them into her mouth and sucked on them, just as if they were a prick to which she was giving a blowjob, a prick that had already been dipped in a creamy cunt.
Julia loved to suck cunt juice off of cocks and to suck cunts after they had been shot full of cum.
She wished she had a cock and an accessible pussy there at the moment.
Her own cunt juice was tasty, even delivered by hand. But it was not as delicious as fresh fuck cream was when she sucked it out, all hot and foaming and thick, from a climaxing cunt.
Her fingers sparkled with saliva.
Julia returned them to her crotch, and she dipped them into her fuckhole again, then brought them back to her mouth.
She finger-fucked her cunt with one hand and finger-fucked her hot mouth with the other, alternating so that the fingers going in and out of her mouth were always soaking with pussy juice.
Julia's orgasm began deep in her belly.
Long, squeezing waves ripped across her loins.
The peaks came higher and closer together. Her clit began to throb frantically and her tongue tingled, as if her mouth were about to have an oral orgasm. She finger-fucked furiously with both hands. Her pretty face had become a mask of lust, eyes narrowed and glazed. Her whole pussymound was awash with cream.
At the very peak, the woman wailed with joy.
Then her pussy went off like a thermonuclear device and her clit exploded like a stick of dynamite. Julia was tossed about on a wild and wonderful storm of release.
Drained, she fell back in the chair, legs extended, cunt juice flooding down her thighs and onto the padded seat.
She smiled contentedly.
Masturbating was fun.
But Julia knew that her contentment was not going to last very long, that she would soon be horny again, thinking of the pussy prospects that were arriving the next day.
Julia knew that she would have to frig herself off again during the night ... maybe quite a few times.
She might even get her big rubber dildo out and fuck the hell out of that, the blonde thought. But the trouble with a dildo was that she didn't get a load of cum out of it at the end. It wasn't like the real thing at all.
Julia had bought the dildo mainly as a prop, an aid in the seduction of young girls. She would offer to let them borrow it if they were getting frustrated by the lack of men at the camp, then offer to do the job herself, finally going down on the girl after the rubber prick had made them all hot and hungry for cunt-sucking.
Too bad a dildo doesn't come, Julia thought.
It had not, at that time, occurred to the horny woman that there were cocks available to her that were not made out of rubber and that could shoot jism into her.
Like, say, the big German shepherd guard dog.
Or the horse.
Julia was a lewd woman, willing to sample any sexual pleasure and not balking at any perversion. It was simply that she concentrated so much on sucking cunt ... and the odd human cock ... that she had not explored the possibilities of bestiality.
But she was going to.
Naughty Rachel Woodward was arriving tomorrow.
And at the very moment that Julia had finger-fucked herself to a climax, Rachel had been blowing her dog.
Rachel was a pretty, sexy little girl, and she and Julia were definitely going to get along well together, although neither new that at the time. Nor did the German shepherd know what treats the future held for him.
Nor did the horse.
CHAPTER THREE
Wally, the collie, was horny. Although he had fucked Rachel in the middle of the night, there had not been time for a morning fuck, and his big balls were filling up again. Wally wondered, in his doggy fashion, where his mistress was and when she would be home to empty his spermaries. He had grown accustomed to steady sex and he wanted it.
Being a mere dumb animal, the collie did not realize that there was anything wrong with fucking humans.
Therefore, Wally didn't realize that his rising hard-on was a thing that he should conceal.
Rachel's father had driven her off to the camp, and her mother, Sally, was home alone with the collie. Sally was in a sexy mood. She was a woman who always enjoyed a good fuck or suck but, with their daughter at home, she and her husband had not had a chance to fuck as often as Sally would have liked. They fucked in bed, morning and night, but they didn't get to enjoy the spontaneous fucks that they both loved, getting it on in the living room or the bathroom or the kitchen.
But now Rachel would be away for a month.
Sally was looking forward to plenty of prick.
In fact, she was hoping to get some as soon as her husband returned home, after dropping Rachel off at the camp. With that in mind, the horny woman was preparing a seduction.
Sally had bathed and powered herself.
She had put on a sexy black garter belt and silk stockings and high-heeled shoes ... and nothing else.
Now Sally was sitting in the living room, eager for her husband to return, knowing that the sight of her dressed ... or not dressed, to be more specific ... was guaranteed to give him a hard-on.
Her cunt was simmering.
Then in strolled the collie.
Wally's cock was already semi-erect in expectation of Rachel's return, and when the brute got a whiff of Sally's steaming cunt, his big prick jumped to a full hard-on, snapping up under his belly and throbbing.
He eyed the woman, who was not yet aware of his condition.
It was obvious to his keen senses that she was hot and horny, and the dog saw no reason why he should not fuck the mother, as well as the daughter. Wally assumed that all human bitches fucked dogs, as Rachel did.
He padded across the carpet.
Sally was sitting with her legs apart, the scent of fuck cream drifting up from her soaking crotch.
The collie unabashed, thrust his snout into her groin and began to lap her cunt.
"Wally! You naughty dog!" Sally cried.
She pushed his head away.
Wally looked puzzled.
Sally began to laugh then, realizing that her own horniness must have been interesting to the dog. Sally had never considered fucking a dog but, in that respect, she was much like Julia Higgenbottom. Just because she hadn't thought about it didn't mean she wouldn't try it.
Now she saw how big and hard his cock was.
Oh, dear, she thought. How difficult. I can't let him outside in that condition. The neighbors would be scandalized to see our dog running around with a hard-on.
But the damned thing was liable to drip all over the carpet if she let him stay in the house.
Sally wondered if she should jerk him off.
That way she could catch his cum in a Kleenex and prevent it from getting on the furniture. It seemed a logical solution.
It's not, she told herself, as if I were having sex with a dog, or doing it for pleasure; it's just to save a mess.
Yet even as she rationalized that way, Sally realized that the idea of jacking off a dog was thrilling. It would be very exciting to feel his big prick throbbing in her fist and to see his hot, thick cum spurt out of the end.
Sally considered milking the dog's cock by hand.
She wasn't--yet--thinking of anything more depraved.
But then Wally pushed his muzzle into her crotch again. His long tongue slurped up her moist cuntcrack. Sally gasped and started to push him away, as she had before.
Then the thrill of his hot tongue hit her.
Christ! she thought, amazed. It feels wonderful!
Should I let him lick me off?
It would be a nasty thing to do, certainly. But the idea was all the more exciting because it was nasty. And it wouldn't be really wicked ... like, say, letting him fuck her. It wouldn't be any naughtier than jerking him off, and she was seriously considering that end ... and that damned tongue felt so wonderful!
Wally drew his head away then.
He hadn't been thinking about licking the woman off. Well-trained by Rachel, he was expecting to get a fuck.
But now Sally grasped him by the collar and, instead of pushing him away, dragged his muzzle back into her foaming cunt.
"Lick it, Wally," she panted. "Lick my hot pussy like a nice doggy. Oooooh, yes. Lick me off and then I'll jerk you off as a reward!" she gasped, getting carried away by the idea.
Wally cocked his head, confused.
But he began to lap merrily away. This wasn't what Wally had in mind, but the taste of hot cunt was pleasant and the dumb brute had no objections to giving the woman some head.
His tongue flew up her fuckslot, spraying hot cunt juice onto her thighs and belly.
Her cunt opened wide, sucking on his tongue.
Sally's belly heaved and she arched her back, her ass grinding on the edge of the chair. She clamped her thighs around the dog's head, then threw them open wide again. She was still holding him by the collar, but there was no need to hold him at the task, because the collie was finding that cunt-lapping was a pleasant experience. He was thrilled by the taste and the texture and the rich aroma.
Sally gazed under his belly.
Lord! she thought. His prick was like a crowbar!
The visual thrill added to the lovely sensation between her legs, and the horny housewife began to rise toward the height of sensation, tingling all over, her whole lithe body vibrant. Sally began to moan, softly and steadily, whimpering and whining like a dog as she ground her throbbing crotch around on his lashing tongue.
It was the best head she had ever had.
Sally had been sucked off by lots of men ... a few, in fact, after she was married ... and she had once let a girl go down on her when she was in college. But she had never experienced anything to match the slurpings of Wally's canine tongue. She felt as if her whole body was going to come, as if she had become one erogenous zone from head to toe, as if she were about to dissolve into a pool of cunt juice.
"Oh! Ohhhh!" Sally wailed.
She was out of control, coming like a tidal wave.
Her pussy melted as the dutiful collie lapped her juices up and kept slurping away until, at last, the woman stopped squirming and slumped, panting, back into the chair.
Then Wally stepped back, head cocked to one side, haunches quivering as he waited for the woman to command him, to assume whatever position she wanted for a good fucking.
Sally smiled at the brute.
"Now I'll give you a handjob," she said.
The dog certainly deserved a reward, Sally was thinking. She was also thinking that maybe she would let the brute tongue her cunt with some regularity in the future, now that she had discovered the thrill of it, and that she had better keep him happy. Sally wanted him to salivate, Pavlovian fashion, at the sight of her pussy.
Sally slid from the chair and knelt beside Wally.
She was so eager to get a feel of his massive cockshaft that she had forgotten all about a Kleenex. She reached under his shaggy belly, palm up, and cupped his cock.
"Oooooh," Sally squealed when she felt his huge fuckrod pulsate and thunder in her hand.
The horny housewife worked her thumb against the sensitive underside of his wedge shaped cockhead and ran her fist up and down his prickshaft, skimming lightly over the cock. She cupped his balls in her other hand and gave a little gasp when she felt how bloated they were. There was a whole lot of hot jism there, ready to be spilled.
That reminded her about the Kleenex.
But Sally didn't want to take the time to find one; she didn't want to take her hands off his cock and balls. It occurred to her that, to keep his cum from soaking the carpet, maybe she should let the dog shoot his wad on her belly or on her tits.
It seemed a good idea ... and she knew it would feel fabulous to have his hot jism splash onto her flesh.
She squirmed around, sliding under the brute.
Wally stood stiff-legged over her.
Sally aimed his cockhead at her tits.
The tip had started to drip. A line of jism spun down, connecting his knob to her belly. She stroked back, dragging his hairy sheath toward his balls and causing his cockhead to flare. Squirming closer, she touched the tip of his prick against her nipple, then slid it into her cleavage. The dog humped, fucking her between the tits.
Christ! This is getting out of hand, she thought.
And then Sally Woodward had a very wild idea!
CHAPTER FOUR
Sally had, in fact, several wild ideas, one right after the other, as the horny dog fucked merrily away between her fat tits, driving the head of his prick up into the hollow of her throat and laying a slimy, glistening trail of jism up her breastbone from his pre-cum drippings. She was staring directly at his swollen, flushed, flaring slab of prickmeat, and her first thought was that it looked delicious.
Sally was sorely tempted to suck it.
Her lusts and temptations were much like her daughter's in fact, but with one important difference. Whereas Rachel had been virginal in both her mouth and cunt when she first started fooling around with Wally's big prick, the older woman was rather promiscuous. Sally had sucked plenty of pricks in her time--human, it was true, but still hot mouthfuls--and thus she was not driven by curiosity and frustration, as well as lust, the way that her naughty daughter was. Sally knew what it felt like to have a fat cock discharge a delicious load into her gullet, and she supposed a dog's prick would be similar. So it was that she was able to resist the urge to blow the brute.
Next, she wondered if she should fuck the dog.
Sally knew it would feel wonderful to have such a big, hard cock plumbing the depths of her cunt and filling her pussy with canine cum. But again, for the same reasons, she was able to resist the impulse. She had had countless pricks stuck up her cunt in the past and, as soon as her husband got home, she would be able to have his prick. So although she was tempted, she decided against dog fucking.
But then came yet another wild idea.
And against this idea, Sally had no previous experience to help her resist the urge.
Sally's asshole was cherry!
Sally had often, and for a long time, speculated on what it would feel like to have an asshole full of prick and to feel a man spurt his jizz into her virgin bowels.
She had first grown curious about it when she was at school, all those years ago. One of her girlfriends--the same one who had sucked her off, in fact--had told Sally that when she went out with men, she liked to take it up the ass. The way she described the sensation had made passionate Sally very horny, indeed. Sally had decided to try a bit of buggery, herself, the first chance that she got.
The girl had said, "You kneel down, see, and the guy slips it up your shit chute, and then you can finger your own clit while he rams his cock up your asshole. It's lovely."
It sounded lovely to Sally.
It had made her so fucking horny that she was more than happy to let her friend go down on her and make her come.
But Sally had never had the opportunity to get ass-fucked.
If any of her boyfriends or lovers had suggested it, Sally would have jumped at the chance. She had often taken up a position that made her asshole vulnerable, hoping that the guy would take the hint. But invariably, they slipped their pricks in lower, plowing her cunt instead of her asshole, never for a moment realizing what she wanted.
Sally was in no way shy or inhibited, and she usually asked for what she wanted in a sexual encounter. She had no qualms about telling a man that she wanted to get fucked, no reservations about asking a stranger if he felt like having a blowjob, but she balked at the thought of asking a man to fuck her up the ass.
She was afraid he would be shocked and dismayed, disgusted and scandalized, that he would refuse, leaving her flushed with shame.
Sally had often considered asking her husband to ass-fuck her.
But she had never quite gotten up the courage.
Many a time had she rubbed her taut ass against his cock suggestively, but she could not bring herself to voice the dark desire. And, always, he fucked her cunt doggy fashion, instead of slipping his big prick up her tight asshole.
It had frustrated her.
Someday, Sally had vowed, she would work up the nerve to ask him ... or some other guy, preferably a stranger whom she would never see again if he turned her request down to ass-fuck her.
Now it dawned on her that she might get ass-fucked by the dog!
It seemed terribly sordid and depraved.
But it seemed all the more exciting because of that. The advantages were plain.
The dog, being merely a dumb brute, could hardly be disgusted by the idea, nor could he reveal her deed. And it would forever be a secret, for dogs cannot blow the whistle on a woman.
As she considered it, her asshole began to tingle every bit as much as her cunt and her shitter seemed to yearn for jism.
The dog slid his cock up over her neck.
Sally was so hot that she forgot her decision not to blow him and, pushing her tongue out, she licked the lather of his cum up and lapped his swollen cock head for a moment.
Then Sally rolled away.
She drew her knees under her and hiked her ass up.
This was a position well known to Wally.
And about time, too, the dog reckoned.
Without hesitation, he leaped up, mounting the woman's haunches and clinging tightly to her hips.
Sally wondered why the dog was so familiar with mounting a woman. Had he fucked a human before, or was it simply instinct? But it didn't dawn on her that her teenaged daughter had been taking a steady supply of dog cock, not for a moment. Mot hers' insights are limited and, although they may be lewd, themselves, they don't expect their little girls to be other than innocent.
Wally was waiting for her to insert his cockmeat.
Sally squirmed around, getting comfortable.
The dog pushed his cockhead into her crotch.
But although Sally knew it would be great to let him fuck her cunt, her other idea was more compelling, and she clamped a hand over her pussy to prevent him from fucking that hot hole.
Wally was perplexed.
Was the woman a cockteaser? he wondered. Did she expect him to dry hump her? These were strange and novel concepts for a dog, and Wally puzzled over them with his limited intelligence. He wondered what would happen if he were to rape her. She might have him sent to the dog pound.
Then Sally reached back, and she took his cock in hand, guiding the tip into her asshole.
This puzzled Wally more than ever.
It was obvious that this was not her cunt, and yet it was an inviting hole.
Humans, Wally decided, were curious animals. They enjoyed things that bitches didn't. He knew that a bitch would be scandalized, were a dog to stick his cock up her asshole. But he had been puzzled, too, when Rachel took his prick into her mouth and he had discovered that a human mouth was every bit as good as a pussy. Now Wally figured that it might be very nice to fuck this woman's asshole.
Sally was holding his cock by the root and working his fat pricktip around in the tight brown bud of her shitter. The dog braced and pushed. At first, his knob would not fit up that virgin slot. His cockshaft bent painfully as he thrust. But she was still working his prickhead around in her assmouth and her shitter began to adjust to accommodate his bulk.
He humped again. This time, the tip of his knob slipped into her. Her asshole spread out around his cock.
Slowly, inch by inch, aided by her hand, the dog began to work his cock up her asshole.
Sally gurgled with dark joy.
The dog's prickhead was the fattest part of his cock. It surged in, forcing a passage and spreading her taut ass channel out so that his furry fuckrod could follow without resistance.
His prick was halfway in.
His fat, hairy fuckrod stood out between them like a tubular bridge spanning the gap between his balls and her bowels.
Her hand slid down to cup his swollen ball-sac.
Wally lunged and drove the full length of his overheated prick into the depths of her ass.
"Oh!" Sally gasped.
It hurt.
But it didn't hurt so much that the horny woman wanted him to stop. It was merely a slight, tingling pain that only served to add to the thrill of being stuffed full of fat cock, to add another dimension to that wonderful sensation.
She began to grind her haunches under him.
Wally tried to draw his cock out, in order to slam it back in again, but, at first, the fit was too tight. As he pulled back, he dragged her ass along with him.
Then Sally's asshole relaxed and spread.
His hairy prick drew out, his fuckrod slathered with the juices of her bowels. He paused, then slammed it in again.
Wally began to fuck her with vigor, and Sally met him with equal energy, pushing her ass back as he plowed in and rolling her hips as he drew out again.
Now Sally, at long last, knew what it felt like to have her ass full of throbbing prick, and she found it was as good as she had hoped for. She understood why her cunt-sucking girlfriend had recommended taking it up the shit chute.
Sally began to finger-fuck her cunt and to vibrate her clit with one hand, still clutching the collie's balls in the other. Her first orgasm came quickly. Cunt juice pooled in her palm, dripped from the edges of her hand and ran down her fingers.
No sooner had she creamed than she began to work up toward another climax, her skilled hand working in conjunction with the dog's cock to send her into a spiral of continuing lust.
The dog was fucking furiously now.
Sally could feel his cock spread and expand as his climax approached. She felt the fiery heat of his hairy fuckrod searing the depths of her asshole, and her bowels longed for his hot, thick jism. She began to whimper and wail and cry out in her passion.
Wally howled.
His balls exploded in her hand, and she felt his prickshaft throb as the cum rushed up his cocktube. Then, to her wild joy, Sally felt his jizz hose her bowels in a blistering torrent.
Her cunt creamed again.
She felt as if her asshole was coming, too.
Wally plowed in and fed dose after dose of canine cum into her ass, jets of jism that flooded her and filled her. Cum overflowed her asshole and poured it down into her pussy, blending with her cunt juice as she creamed yet again.
At last, the collie was finished.
Wally slowed, then stopped fucking, panting over her haunches, his long tongue lolling out. He marveled at the ingeniousness of human bitches and the variations they were capable of. Who would have dreamed that an asshole could be fucked like a cunt? No dog, surely. Wally was filled with awe and a mystic ecstasy.
Sally was still grinding her ass around as she worked off the final spasms of her climax, and the last drops of her fluid release oozed out into her hand.
Then she stopped moving, too.
Sally waited for the dog to disengage.
Wally's haunches quivered as he drew back.
But his prick did not come out!
Sally crawled forward to drag her cunt off his cock.
But she simply hauled the brute after her, still mounted firmly on her ass, his prick still jammed tightly up her asshole. They were stuck together like a dog and a bitch!
Oh, my God! Sally thought as she realized the fact. She was filled with horror and dread ... and doggy cock!
She tried to remember what she knew of such a situation. How long did it take for two dogs to uncouple when this happened?
Sally had no idea.
God! What if Mike gets home before we can separate? she thought.
And just as she thought that, she heard the front door open and close, and Mike called out, "I'm home, honey!"
Then he walked into the room.
CHAPTER FIVE
"I'm home and horny," Mike said.
Like Sally, Mike had been looking forward to having the house to themselves so that they could fuck and suck spontaneously. He had driven back fast after he'd dropped Rachel off at the summer camp, his prick throbbing in anticipation.
Mike came through the doorway and stopped dead in his tracks at the bizarre sight that greeted his eyes.
He frowned in bewilderment. The situation was so unexpected and unlikely that, at first, Mike did not perceive it. The truth failed to register. What his eyes beheld did not resolve itself in his mind.
"What the hell?" he muttered.
Sally bit her lip.
She blushed bright red, looked at her astounded husband for a moment, then lowered her eyes demurely.
Wally, being a dumb brute, was not embarrassed.
Mike crossed the room, and he stood over them, staring down, his jaw dropping so low that he seemed to be gnawing at his breastbone and his eyes popping out like two hard-boiled eggs.
Now the truth had registered. He saw his wife's sexy haunches, slung in her black garterbelt, her sleek, silk-stockinged thighs ... and he saw the dog's hairy prick stuck balls-deep up her asshole!
"My God! Sally!" he croaked.
Sally noticed that he sounded astonished, rather than furious, shocked but not outraged.
"Would you believe rape, Mike?"
"Nope," he said.
"I didn't think so," she murmured.
She looked up at him, her expression pleading.
"I ... I didn't fuck him," Sally said.
"So I see. So you like dog prick up the ass, eh?"
"I ... I wanted to try it, honey. I would rather have had you do it, but you never did and ... and the only reason that I let the dog do it was so that I wouldn't have to cheat on you with another man."
Mike, who had a pretty good idea that his sexy wife was not totally faithful to him, shook his head. But then he grinned.
"You really are a perverted bitch, aren't you?" he said, but his tone of voice was more amused than angry.
"I ... I'm afraid so," she admitted, still blushing but feeling a great relief that her husband was taking this so well.
Sally also noticed that the front of his pants was bulging out and throbbing with an erection.
Mike said, "Has the dog shot his wad yet?"
"Yes," she whispered. Then, through some strange compulsion, she added, "I came, too."
"Well, if you're finished with Wally, I might as well have some of your asshole, myself," he said.
"Ooooooh! What a lovely idea!" she exclaimed.
Sally was thinking that she was a very lucky woman to have such an understanding spouse.
But then she said, "Only you'll have to wait for awhile, honey--we're stuck together."
Mike blinked, then laughed.
"Shall I throw a bucket of cold water over you?" he asked.
Then a gleam came into his eyes.
Mike opened his fly, tugged his Jockey shorts down and his huge prick came charging out like a maddened bull into the bullring, seeking hot flesh to gore.
Sally had never seen his cock quite that huge.
She knew then that it must be tremendously inspirational to catch your wife making it with a dog, and if it made Mike that excited, well, maybe it was a good thing that he had caught her at it.
Mike moved around in front of the kneeling woman, and he sank down onto his knees, his giant prick looming up before her face.
"Since your asshole is full and I can't very well get at your cunt in this position...." he said, grinning and pushing his cock out toward the woman's face.
"Oh, yes, darling," she purred.
"Suck it," he said.
"Ummmmm," she murmured, her pink tongue gliding back and forth across her lower lip.
His cock towered before her.
Sally figured she owed Mike a good blowjob because he had been so reasonable about her indiscretion. And the thought of sucking off his huge cock was no hardship. She delayed for a moment, savoring the anticipation of such a tasty mouthful. His massive fucktool pulsated before her, standing straight up, the knob flaring and starting to drool. The thick, dark vein that seamed the underside of his prickshaft was throbbing. It was like a lighthouse, the head a beacon to warn of the rocky shoals that lurked below in his balls ... rocks she would soon get off for him.
She started at his balls.
Dipping her head down, Sally began to tongue his swollen ball-sac full of cock-juice, thrilled as she felt his hard balls shift around inside the hairy bag, anticipating drinking all of the delicious spunk that had filled his spermaries so hugely.
Mike moaned with pleasure.
Sally purred as she lapped and kissed him, worshipping at the fuck-torch of his surging desire.
Wally looked on with interest over her shoulder. He was intrigued to find that human bitches gave head to men, as well as to dogs.
Wally had wondered about that.
Sally lifted his heavy ball-sac, and she tongued under it for a moment, rubbing his balls around in her face. Ballmeat had a slightly different flavor from cockmeat, and it made a nice appetizer to start with, just as his creamy jism would make a great dessert.
She started to work her way up his fuckrod then.
Flattening her tongue at the base, she slowly licked up along the pulsating vein and fluttered her tongue at the electric spot where his prickshaft loomed out into his cockhead and the vein spread out into the globe of his aching knob.
Sally slurped up and down, then she criss-crossed her busy tongue along the same route.
Mike was groaning and panting.
Sally was panting, too, her hot breath billowing over his cock and balls, her saliva dribbling from his fiery prickmeat. His knob glowed red. His balls expanded like balloons.
Sally sucked and tongued the underside of his cockhead, then she raised her head and kissed the tip, letting it slide into her mouth. Her lips collared his prick behind the knob, and she began to suck voraciously, her cheeks hollowing in and her lips unpeeling as they dragged on his cockmeat. She worked ravenously on his cockhead for awhile, then began to bob her head up and down, feeding almost all of his prick into her mouth. As her lips pulled up, saliva poured down his shaft and pooled up on his balls. Then she went down again, taking his cockhead right back into her throat, her chin brushing against his balls and her nose nuzzling in his wiry pubic hair as she swallowed his prick.
Mike placed a hand alongside her cheek.
But there was no need to guide her movements. Sally was a talented cocksucker who knew just how to do it.
"Suck, baby," he rasped.
It was rhetorical--she was sucking.
"Ummmmm," she purred as her lips dragged up his prickshaft and clamped over his cockhead.
"Ahhhh," he sighed as she sucked on his meaty mouthful.
Her head went up and down as if she were ducking for apples in a barrel--the hairy apples of his balls.
She slurped juicily and joyfully.
His cock expanded in her mouth, the knob going in and out like some phallic lung inhaling lust.
Trickles of pre-cum coated her tongue as his prickhead began to weep in preparation.
Sally had almost forgotten that there was a collie's prick stuck firmly up her asshole.
But at that moment, Wally pulled out.
Wally's cock slid out of Sally's asshole, but the big dog remained mounted on her haunches ... and his cock remained stiff. In fact, the brute had been inspired to a new lust by the sight of the woman's mouth working on a man's cock.
His spine formed an S shape.
He pushed his prick into Sally's crotch, the knob slipping around in her juicy fuckslot.
Sally drew her mouth up until only the tip of Mike's cock was in her lips as if it were a meaty microphone into which she would speak. She raised her eyes to his face, her expression questioning.
"Wally wants to fuck me, darling," she whispered.
Mike grimaced with pure, unadulterated lust.
Mike had no intention of taking his cock out of her mouth now, not until she had swallowed his first load and, therefore, he had no immediate use for her cunt or her asshole. "Let him," he rasped.
And so she did.
CHAPTER SIX
For a horny, cock-loving woman like Sally Woodward, this situation was the stuff of dreams, the answer to her wildest fantasies to have a big prick in both ends at once! Sally was in seventh heaven! Still mouthing her husband's knob, the woman reached back between her slippery thighs, and she fitted the dog's cockhead into her soaking pussyslit.
Mike leaned over so he could watch the dog's cock slide up his horny wife's cunt. His own prick flared hotly at the sight and at the concept.
Wally humped, driving the full length of his hairy fucktool up into the eager woman's pussy. Cunt juice gushed out, pumped out by the big dog's mighty fucker.
Her pussy started to suck on his prick, almost as if she were masturbating him inside her cunthole.
Wally gave a joyful yelp and began to fuck her, slamming his hairy prick in and out furiously. His balls swung in and slapped against her crotch, and her vibrant ass rubbed against his shaggy loins as, spine contorting, he poured the prick to her with gusto. Ribbons of pussy-juice streamed down the insides of her thighs.
For a few moments, while concentrating on getting fucked, Sally neglected Mike's cock. His prickhead was still in her mouth, but she was merely nursing casually upon it. But then she began to suck again, bobbing her head up and down.
Mike fucked into her mouth.
With such huge pricks driving into her from both ends, the woman wondered if they were meeting somewhere in her belly, their swollen cockheads bumping together like blind moles under the earth.
Her mouth watered and her cunt bubbled.
"Come," Sally urged, her whimper muffled on the meaty mouthful of her husband's cock, not sure if she was speaking to Mike, or to the dog, or to both of them. She was wild with desire to have hot prick-juice flood her pussy and pour into her hungry mouth.
Wally was rumbling deep in his throat.
Mike, whose cock was deep in Sally's throat, was making animal-like grunts and moans, himself.
Man and dog, they buffeted the woman to and fro, slamming into her head and tail and setting her whole lithe body afire with the sensation of a double-fucking. She had one hand between her legs, holding Wally's balls. Her other hand slipped behind her husband, and she began to finger his asshole.
Mike drove his cock right down Sally's gullet, burying his massive prickmeat to the hilt.
"Unghhh," she gasped as his huge fucker cut off her air and threatened to choke her. But then, as he drew out again, she purred happily and her lips dragging adoringly on his slippery, sliding cock. Saliva coated his prick, and now there was jism mixed with spit as his cockhead began to bubble with escaping pre-cum, then to shoot little darts and spurts of the stuff onto her tongue.
Mike was holding her head between his hands now and gazing over her, watching the dog fuck her.
The dog was not as imaginative as the man, nor did he have the capacity to be inspired by the psychological thrill of depravity. But the dog knew what a blowjob from a woman felt like and, knowing that, his prick surged at the sight.
He slammed in balls-deep.
Sally's pussy worked on him like a wringer, her oozing cuntwalls clamping around the contours of his cock like a velvet vise, clinging to every inch of his hard, hot cockmeat.
Wally poured the prick to her with lightning strokes, humping so fast now that Sally didn't know if he was coming or going. Her taut ass flew about under the shaggy brute as her head went up and down on her husband's towering prick. She sucked faster now, wanting to make Mike come when the dog did so that she would know the joy of having a hot stream of jism squirt into her at both ends at once.
Mike gave a loud gasp.
His prick exploded, recoiling as it shot.
Mike's jism hit her throat with such force that Sally's head was tilted back by the stream. She gurgled with delight and forced her mouth back down on his shooting cock, gagging against the stream of jism like an exhausted swimmer struggling upstream against the current. He shot a second wad, then yet a third.
Sally's throat worked as she swallowed the delicious cum as quickly as she could, to make room for more. But his load was too much for her to drink it all. Jism filled her mouth to the brim and overflowed her lips, some of it running back down onto his balls and some trickling down her chin.
The greedy cocksucker was in ecstasy.
She sucked and swallowed, swallowed and sucked.
Mike kept feeding her more jism.
He was moaning as if in agony and his whole body was shaking with the violence of his ejaculation, all of his energy, his very life force, concentrated in his cock and balls.
Then Wally blew his load up her cunt.
Yelping, his spine curving and contorting as he whipped his cock into her cunt, the dog poured a bucketful of hot jism up the horny woman's pussy, spurt after spurt hosing her cuntwalls.
Sally salivated on Mike's prick. Her cunt melted around the dog's spurting fuckrod.
A last cum load sped from Mike's prick, followed by a trickle, then he stopped shooting.
Sally continued to nurse on his cockhead to make sure that she had milked out every precious drop, then she used her hot tongue to gather up the cum that had flowed down his prickshaft and pooled up on his balls. His cock came out of her mouth glistening with saliva. It bobbed up and down for a second, like a horizontal pendulum, as if uncertain whether to collapse. Then it snapped back up into a brand new hard-on, every bit as firm and vibrant as before. Sally smiled delightedly when she saw his massive prick rise up before her face again and realized that she was going to get more pleasure out of his cock and balls.
But for the moment, she was concentrating on the other half of the dual act--fucking the dog. Her ass heaved and her hips waggled out from side to side as she creamed and the dog squirted his load up the crack of her hot pussy.
Then Wally, too, was drained.
Sally continued to squirm as she worked out the last spasms of her ecstatic orgasm on his big, hairy prick.
Then she slowed, panting.
Wally disengaged.
He did not get stuck up her cunt the way he had up her asshole. His slippery prick slid out and he hopped down. Sally looked back and saw that the dog's cock, too, was still hard.
Sally smiled.
This, she thought, is going to be my day!
"So you like it up the ass, eh?" Mike said.
"Oh, yes," Sally confessed. "But, honest, I never had it there before. I always wanted to try but you never suggested it, honey, and I was too shy to say anything. That's why I sort of got carried away when Wally came in with a hard-on earlier."
She leaned forward, big tits swaying, and gave the head of Mike's cock a light lick.
Sally knew that erotic conversation inspired her man as much as physical contact, and she wanted her husband to be very inspired on this memorable day. He had been so agreeable and understanding about catching her with the dog up her asshole that she wasn't worried about that aspect of the situation.
She said, "At first, I was only going to jack the dog off ... just to get rid of his hard-on, you know? But then he ... well, he licked my cunt, and I let him do it until I creamed and ... and I started to give him a handjob. But then I thought about maybe blowing him...." She gave Mike a questioning glance as she admitted that, and smiled when she saw that he was not at all disturbed by it. "And I thought about fucking him, too, but then I figured that it was a perfect chance to find out what it felt like to have a prick up my ass."
She gave his knob another lick.
"I wish you'd told me you wanted to get ass-fucked," Mike said. "I always wanted to give it a try, myself, but I didn't think that you'd be too hot about the idea."
"Haven't you ever fucked an asshole?" she asked.
"Not yet," he said, grinning. "But I'm sure as hell going to fuck me an ass today."
"What a nice idea!"
Mike moved around behind his kneeling wife, taking up the position that Wally had recently vacated.
Placing his hands flat on her asscheeks, he spread them apart, exposing the tight brown mouth of her shitter. It looked very inviting. When Mike fucked his wife, he usually gave her pussy a lick or two first, to get it juicy. Now he figured that it might be a good idea to tongue her asshole a little before he buggered her.
Mike leaned down. He hesitated for a moment, remembering that there had been a collie's cock stuck up there and a load of dog cum poured into her asscrack. But then he figured, what the hell! He began to lick her asshole, then push his tongue up her shitter. Sally purred and squirmed in delight.
Mike-rimmed her for a few minutes, then straightened up and thrust his hips out, placing the head of his cock into her asshole. He began to inch into her. His cock was bigger than Wally's, but now that her ass had been broken in, there was no t much resistance. He slid his prickmeat up her tight ass tunnel without much effort.
With his cock buried balls-deep, he held the full penetration for a few moments, savoring the pleasure of having every inch of his hot prickmeat buried in her clinging asshole.
Sally reached back between her legs, and she grasped his balls, rubbing them around in her soaking cunt.
Then Mike began to ass-fuck her.
He held her by the hipbones, as if they were handles, and slowly fed his prick in and out of her asshole.
Sally swayed under him, whimpering with pleasure.
Then Wally moved in again.
The dog had been struggling with concepts not usual to an animal. The man had just taken up the dog's position, and Wally felt that he was entitled, therefore, to replace the man.
The collie had only had one blowjob in his life, the one that Rachel had given him the night before, and he had loved it so much that he was eager to get sucked off again. He knew that there was no chance of coaxing a bitch in heat to do it--even French poodles don't give head--but he was well aware of the joys of the human female mouth. Wally also knew that this woman had no qualms about taking dog prick into the holes of her body, and that she took human cock, at least, into her mouth. And so it seemed more than likely that she would not balk at blowing him.
Wally moved around in front of her.
Sally's eyes were closed and she was not aware of the dog's approach until he mounted her, his forepaws straddling her shoulders exactly as they had previously mounted her haunches.
"Oh!" she cried in surprise.
The dog poked his prick at her face.
Sally turned her head to the side, so that his cock slid along her cheek instead of into her mouth.
Mike, whose eyes had been open, had noticed the dog take up this new position, but his eyes had gleamed and he had not given his wife any warning of the brute's intentions.
"I think Wally wants a blowjob," he said now.
Sally looked back at her husband. Mike, slowly stroking into her ass, gazed at her.
She raised her eyebrows.
"Why not?" he said.
"You won't mind?"
He grinned and shook his head.
"Do you want to suck his cock?" he asked.
"I--oh, it's so naughty--yes! Yes, I want to!" she cried, getting carried away by her own depravity.
Sally gave Mike another glance to make sure that he really had no objections to letting her suck a dog off. Then she turned her face back to the collie. Wally's throbbing prick slid back along her cheek until the bloated knob reached her lips. Sally kissed it, thrilled at the flavor of dog meat.
Mike watched over her shoulder.
She pushed her tongue out and began to lap the dog's swollen slab of rubbery prickmeat, purring as she did so. Wally quivered all over. Then Sally parted her lips, and she took his cockhead into her mouth. She began to suck on it. Wally's haunches trembled, humping very gently, letting the woman's mouth do most of the work.
Double-fucked again, Sally went wild.
Sally was already coming, herself, and she wanted her lovers to come, to, yearning for more hot jism. The horny housewife began to whip her ass around on her husband's big fucker. She folded her fist around Wally's cock and began to frig him up and down so that she was, in effect, jerking him off into her mouth, adding manual technique to her oral efforts. Her fist stroked up, bumping against her lips, then drew back down to the dog's swollen balls.
Sally's other hand continued to rub Mike's balls around in her foaming pussy as he fucked her asshole.
Since both man and dog had already come, it took a lot longer for them to reach the peak this time.
Sally creamed seven times before, at last, Mike squirted his load into her asshole and Wally shot in her mouth. She felt the hot wash from both ends and wondered if those two currents of cum were splashing together somewhere in her belly.
Sally had feared that later, when his balls had been emptied and his lust slaked, Mike might think differently about what they--she--had done. She figured he might insult her for her depravity, or mock her for her bestiality. But no recriminations followed. Mike was stretched out on the couch, smiling contentedly, his big prick semi-hard now and curling down along his thigh in a meaty coil. It gave every sign that it was going to soon rise again.
Wally, who had come three times in three separate holes, was curled up on the floor, sleeping. He quivered in his slumber. Perhaps he was dreaming of chasing rabbits, as dogs do ... or perhaps he was dreaming of chasing pussy, a more rare but more interesting concept.
Sally studied the brute for a moment.
"I've been thinking," she said. "Wally seemed to know all about having sex with a woman. I mean, he tongued my pussy straight off, just as if he'd been trained for cunt-hunting."
Mike shrugged.
"Instinct," he said.
"Well, maybe. But still ... well, that and fucking me might be instinct, that's true. And as far as buggering me, well, I did put his cock up there while he was mounted in the doggy position, so that was natural enough, I guess. But how on earth did the dog ever get the idea of putting his prick in my mouth? That has to be an alien concept for a dog, don't you agree? It can't be natural."
"Maybe he figured it out while he was watching you blow me," Mike suggested.
"Possibly. But I'm wondering if someone has been teaching Wally naughty habits."
"Oh? Who?" Mike asked, interested.
"Well, one of the neighbors, maybe? Maybe that redheaded divorcee from down the road?"
Mike's cock twitched at the concept of the sexy divorcee, whom he lusted for, blowing his dog.
"Isn't it a turn-on to think so," he said.
Sally had to laugh at that.
But then, looking serious again, she said, "But what worries me is that the dog might try to fuck Rachel."
Mike's prick really gave a leap at that.
Mike jacked off once in awhile. It made a change from fucking and sucking. And when he jacked off, he sometimes thought about that sexy redheaded divorcee. But far more often, he thought about his nubile young daughter! Mike had never seriously contemplated incest but it made a thrilling fantasy. He often fantasized about giving Rachel a sleeping pill and fucking her while she slept, so that she would never know about it. So it was that the idea of the dog fucking the girl caused Mike's cock to stir mightily.
"So?" he said.
"Well, it would really disturb her," said Sally. "I mean, Rachel is such an innocent little girl, she'd be really shocked. It might be traumatic for her."
"Want to get rid of the dog, then?"
Sally smiled.
"No, I don't want to get rid of the dog," she said. "Not as long as you don't mind if he fucks me."
And by now Mike's prick was hard as a stone and vibrating.
Rolling off the couch, Mike slipped his cock up his wife's pussy, then fucked her to a frazzle, without the dog's assistance now. And as he fucked her, he thought about his innocent young daughter getting fucked by a dog and found the fantasy extremely gratifying.
It was only a fantasy, of course.
Innocent young Rachel would never fuck a dog....
CHAPTER SEVEN
Julia Higgenbottom was overjoyed. Not one of the dozen new arrivals was fat or ugly. There was not a one of them that she would not want to eat out ... although, in truth, there were very few cunts that Julia would not want to suck. If a girl was ugly, it didn't really matter because, with her head buried, Julia didn't have to look at her. As long as her cunt was juicy, Julie was willing and eager.
Now she had assigned cabins to the girls and was sitting in her own quarters, trying to decide which of the girls were the most desirable and which the most likely to let her suck them off.
There were two girls in particular that Julia's hot mouth was watering to taste.
Rachel Woodward was one.
Rachel had the sort of nubile young body for which Julia truly panted. The girl had plump tits that thrust out pertly and a heart-shaped ass that stuck out behind, as if to counterbalance her tits. Rachel's crotch was a fat mound, sort of tucked in between her legs. Julia just knew that the teenager's cunt would be creamy.
The other girl was Carla Winters.
Carla was a contrast to Rachel. She was tall and lean and athletic, her body sinewy and lithe. Julia knew from her records that Carla was a gymnast at school.
Julia wondered if Carla could suck her own cunt.
She would love to watch the raven-haired beauty go down on herself almost as much as she would have loved to suck her off, herself. It was the stuff of dreams.
Julia had high expectations.
She intended to approach one of those two girls that very night, and now she was agonizing over the decision.
Julia would have creamed her panties on the spot, had she been able to hear the conversation that those two girls were having at that very moment, in the cabin that they shared.
Since they would be roommates for a whole month, the girls both figured they should get to know each other right away. They had retired to the redwood cabin and, each sitting on a bunk, began to chat. At first they talked of this and that. But then, as young girls are inclined to do, they turned their talk to sex.
Rachel was feeling sexy, anyhow.
Upon her arrival, she had seen the big German shepherd guard dog. Naturally, she had wondered if she might manage to get the dog alone and to fuck him or suck him. The prospect was exciting. The huge brute looked as if he would have a bigger prick than Wally's and, anyhow, the variety would be a thrill in itself. Rachel intended to be promiscuous in her dealings with the animal kingdom, if not with men.
But it was Carla, that dark-haired beauty with the taut, lean body, that brought the subject up.
"You a virgin?" she asked.
"Are you?" Rachel countered.
"Naw, I been fucked a few times."
Rachel hesitated.
Should she tell Carla about Wally? She was dying to tell someone! Rachel was thrilled by her own naughtiness, and Carla didn't seem the sort of girl who would be shocked or disgusted.
"Well?" Carla asked.
"Sort of," said Rachel, blushing slightly.
"Sort of? How in hell can you sort of be a virgin?"
"Well, I'm not sure if I am or not."
"What happened? You pass out at a party and maybe get fucked, or something like that?"
"Oh, no. I've never been fucked by a guy. The most I've ever done is get finger-fucked and give a handjob to a few guys."
"Well, you're a virgin, then, right?" Carla said, looking rather confused about the doubt.
"It depends on your definition," Rachel said.
"I don't get it."
"Well," Rachel said, and she lowered her eyes demurely. "You see, I've been fucked by a dog."
She looked carefully at Carla through her lowered lashes.
Carla looked astonished. Then she said, "Oh, wow!"
"Naughty, huh?"
"It sure is. Exciting, too."
"I wasn't sure what you'd think about it."
"It makes me hot, to tell you the truth," Carla said.
Carla was reacting so favorably that Rachel felt inclined to say more. She said, "I started fucking my dog about a month ago, and I've had him almost every day since. And--this is even more naughty, I guess--last night I sucked him off!"
Carla stared at Rachel in awe.
"And I thought I was bad," she said.
"I swallowed it, too," Rachel added.
"I blew a guy, once--but a dog! Gee whiz!"
Rachel giggled. "I'm glad you aren't too scandalized. I was thinking that maybe I'd get that guard dog to fuck me. Would you mind if I brought him to the cabin?"
"Hell, no. Why, I might even try it, myself!"
"Ooooh!" Rachel gasped, thrilled at the thought of having someone else share her perversions.
"I'd let him lick my cunt, at least," Carla said. Then, giving Rachel a speculative look, she cleared her throat. "Does your dog lick you, too?"
"Sometimes. But only to begin with, before we fuck."
"I love to be licked."
"So do I," Rachel said. "I'd like to come that way, too. But I get so carried away when Wally tongues me that I just have to make him put his cock up me."
"Have you ever been licked by a guy?"
"No," Rachel admitted.
"Or ... anyone?"
"What do you mean?"
"Oh ... a girl, like?"
Rachel was surprised.
"A lesbian, you mean?" she asked.
"Not necessarily," said Carla. She gazed thoughtfully at Rachel. The pink tip of her tongue showed in her moist mouth. "Since you told me about your dog, I don't mind telling you about the naughty things I do too. I've got this friend on the gymnastic squad, and sometimes we get together and fool around. We suck each other off."
"Oh! That's exciting," Rachel said. Rachel had never given much thought to having sex with another girl, but now she found that the idea was not at all unattractive.
She wondered if Carla was propositioning her.
Carla said, "We aren't lesbians, don't get the wrong idea. It's just that it feels so damned good to get sucked off that we do it for each other as a mutual favor."
"Is it ... is it fun to do, too?"
Rachel looked very interested.
Just as Rachel had been pleased at the way Carla had reacted to her confessions of bestiality, now Carla was pleased at the way sexy Rachel was responding.
Carla was thinking that the two of them might have a lot of fun together over the next month.
Carla said, "Oh, sure. It's almost as much fun to suck a cunt as it is to get sucked. My friend and I always do each other ... but I guess that I'd suck a girl off, anyhow, even if she didn't want to return the favor. It's such a thrill when a girl starts to moan and her pussy begins to melt in your mouth."
The two horny teenagers stared at each other, both with a question in their eyes. Then they both grinned.
"I wouldn't mind," Rachel said.
"You wouldn't have to do me if you didn't want to."
"Oh, I'd want to," Rachel said.
Rachel found that her mouth was watering at the thought, that she was eager to try it, just as she had been eager to blow her dog. She squirmed around on the edge of her bunk.
She said, "Shall we do it tonight?"
"We could do it right now if you wanted to," Carla suggested.
"I am feeling sexy," Rachel said.
"Oooh! Let's!"
Carla sprang lithely to her feet, then crossed the tiny room. She sat down beside Rachel. Rachel turned toward her, and both girls twisted from the hips to face each other.
They kissed.
Lightly at first, they just brushed their lips together. Then more passionately, they ground their mouths together hard, and the two girls began their loveplay. Rachel's moist lips parted, and Carla slid her own tongue into Rachel's mouth. Rachel began to suck on it. When Carla retracted her tongue, Rachel's tongue followed. They tongued each other back and forth.
Their cunts began to simmer.
Carla cupped Rachel's plump tit in her hand.
Rachel did the same to Carla.
She felt Carla's nipple explode in her palm. Carla had small tits but her nipples were huge. Rachel thought about sucking on her friend's throbbing peaks of titflesh. She opened the girl's blouse and lowered her head. Carla moaned and arched her back. She stroked the back of Rachel's head as Rachel sucked on her nipples, switching back and forth between the girl's two vibrant tits.
Sucking tit was fun.
Imagine what sucking cunt was going to be like!
Rachel leaned back, and Carla unbuttoned her blouse, going down on her fat tits, in turn. She tongued up the girl's cleavage and swept over her tit mounds, working toward her nipples. Rachel mouthed those stiff nuggets hungrily.
Carla's hand crept up Rachel's thigh, under her skirt.
Rachel gasped when Carla touched her cunt, and Carla moaned when she felt how hot and juicy her friend's pussy was.
Slipping her hand inside Rachel's panties, Carla began to finger her fuck slot and stroke her clit.
Rachel moved her own hand under Carla's skirt.
They finger-fucked each other for awhile, taking turns sucking each other's tits and pausing to entwine tongues again.
Then Carla whispered, "Let's take our clothes off now, Rachel. Let's get naked and sixty-nine!"
"Oh, yes!" Rachel wailed.
They started to undress.
Then there was a knock on the door.
The girls looked at each other in dismay. What a time for someone to interrupt them! They were both so hot that they felt as if they might burst into flames, that their cunts might ignite.
The door opened.
Julia Higgenbottom had made her decision. Now she stood in the doorway, smiling. The girls had drawn apart. Their clothing was in disarray, but they were still dressed and, although both were flushed by passion, they tried to look natural.
Julia, an expert in such matters, was delighted to realize that the girls must have been fooling around together. It enhanced her own prospects greatly. If the two nubile teenagers fooled around together, Julia felt confident that she was going to have at least two juicy cunts to suck during their stay.
She said, "Sorry to bother you, girls."
"Err--that's okay," Rachel said.
"We were just talking," Carla added. "Of course, dear. What else would you be doing?"
Julia beamed benevolently at them. The girls squirmed.
"I always like to have a little chat with the new arrivals, one at a time," Julia said. "I thought I'd start with you, Carla. Would you please come to my quarters?"
Carla gulped.
"You mean ... right now?" she asked.
"Yes, please."
"I--well, okay."
The girls were filled with disappointment.
They exchanged glances, sharing that disappointment, but promising with their eyes to resume their lovemaking as soon as possible. Carla got up, and she followed Julia Higgenbottom out of the cabin. Carla's cunt was squishing between her thighs as she walked, and she wondered how on earth she would be able to get through this interview without creaming her panties.
Carla didn't realize just what that interview was going to be about, and how it was going to end. Rachel sat on her bunk, almost ready to break into tears. Frustration welled up in her, and her pussy was on fire.
"Oh, damn!" she cried.
Like Carla, she wondered how on earth she was going to wait for their lovemaking to resume. How long would the interview take? Would she be summoned to Julia Higgenbottom's quarters next, further extending the moment when she and Carla could finish what they had started and make each other cream?
It was too much for horny Rachel.
She decided to give herself a handjob.
It seemed a terrible shame to waste an orgasm on her hand when she could have come in Carla's mouth, but she felt that she simply could not bear to wait until Carla got back.
She could soon enough get horny again, when the time came, she reasoned. The prospect of sixty-nining with Carla was enough to turn her on, no matter how many times she creamed in her hand.
Rachel extended her legs on the floor and lifted her skirt. Slipping her hand down inside her panties, she began to play with her pussy and clit, lust turning her pretty face into a mask of pure depravity, eyes narrowed, lips parted.
She licked her lips.
Rachel wished it were Carla's cunt that she was licking.
Her fingers moved in her fuck slot.
She wished that they were Carla's hot tongue.
Her cunt sparked and flowed. Rachel was so hot that she was numb. She wasn't sure if she was having an orgasm or not. There was a sharp thrill and a flood of hot juices, but it was not followed by relief. Whether she had come or not was a moot point--she was still as horny as ever.
Rachel began to finger-fuck herself again, sobbing with frustration at having to content herself with this solitary pleasure--not really a pleasure, at all, now that she had such thrilling prospects, and those prospects had been snatched away from her, taken from her hands, denied to her hungry lips and seething pussy.
And then a thrilling idea came to Rachel.
Her solitary lovemaking reminded her that she was alone in the cabin ... but that she needn't be alone.
There was a huge German shepherd just outside, prowling around the camp, and when would she have a better chance to invite the dog to her cabin, to be alone with him?
Getting fucked by the German shepherd would be every bit as wonderful as cunt-sucking with Carla ... and she would still have the cunt-sucking ahead of her!
Rachel jumped up and tugged her panties down.
She moved to the door, opened it a crack and, standing behind it, held her cunt open with her fingers. She knew damned well how to attract a dog. The scent of hot pussy was all that was required.
And fifty yards away, sniffing at a rabbit hole, the big dog suddenly became aware of a far more interesting scent in the air....
CHAPTER EIGHT
The German shepherd had been periodically horny for a long time.
The girls who came to the summer camp were, for the most part, a horny lot. Separated from their boyfriends, they were frustrated. They frigged themselves off a lot. The hot, spicy scent of so much juicy pussy lingered constantly in the air and it was, at the very least, distracting to the dog. But none of those girls had ever considered giving the German shepherd a fuck, and the brute was confused, bewildered and bedeviled by the situation. He did not realize that it was even possible to have a fucking with a human female, a mating between species.
Chaos didn't understand why his big prick was so often rock-hard and pounding when there was not a single bitch in sight. He frequently wished that he had a hand, instead of a paw, so that he could jack himself off. He envied humans their fingers and opposed thumbs. Being a dog, he might well have licked himself off, but it had never occurred to him, since the concept of giving himself a tongue job was strictly beneath his male dignity.
Chaos had not gotten his rocks off since the memorable day that a horny she-wolf had come into the camp and put out for him.
Now the big dog raised his head and sniffed and began to quiver. This was the spiciest pussy he had scented yet, hot and tangy and compelling. His head turned from side to side. He began to pant. Under his shaggy belly, his staunch cock began to swell and his balls started to inflate.
But it was human cunt, he knew.
His heart was full of despair. No girl had ever fucked him; Chaos thought no girl ever would. That sweet scent was designed to frustrate him and nothing else. And yet it was so inviting an aroma that, even thinking it was pointless, the German shepherd began to walk toward it, his head held high, his nostrils twitching.
He was drawn to the scent of hot cunt like a moth to the flame, unable to resist the magnetic compulsion.
With every step Chaos took, his cock hardened a bit more, the blunt, red knob starting to push out from its hairy black sheath, until it was soon sticking straight out along his belly. The tip reached almost to his forelegs, as if he were striding along a pole. Stiff-legged around his stiff cock, he came up to Rachel's cabin.
Watching the dog approach, Rachel held her cunt open. When she saw how huge his prick was, she gave a little gasp of pure animal expectation.
Chaos halted nervously, half turning away from her, so that she was able to see his cock in profile. Passion washed over her in a hot flood. The dog could sense her sexual arousal, all right, but Chaos didn't understand what part he, himself, was playing in it. He eyed her with interest. Although he'd scented plenty of pussy at the camp, the girls were invariably masturbating behind closed doors, and so this was the first human cunt that the dog had seen, and he found it a very inviting sight.
"Come on, boy," Rachel urged.
She opened the door a bit farther.
The German shepherd advanced up the wooden steps, hesitated again, then walked into the cabin. Rachel closed the door, and she turned to confront the nervous brute. She reached out to stroke him behind the ear. Chaos rumbled in his throat and rubbed against her legs. Rachel knelt down beside him, her expression one of pure desire. Her legs were apart, her pussy dripping. Reaching under the dog's belly, she took his prick in her hand.
Chaos went rigid with amazement, his whole big body stiff as a rock. Then he began to tremble, vibrating like a tuning fork.
Rachel stroked his prick slowly up and down.
She watched it throb and flare.
Chaos could hardly believe what was happening to him. The concept of a handjob was strange to any creature which did not have hands, and now the beast marveled at the wonderful sensation. The girl's hand felt even better than the she-wolf's cunt!
He wondered if she truly realized what she was doing. Was she going to stroke him until he shot his wad or was rubbing his prick, to her, just another friendly gesture like stroking him behind the ears?
Rachel was thrilled to be playing with a strange dog's cock and she loved the throbbing handful, but she didn't want to waste the brute's cum on a mere handjob and so, after a moment, she released him. The German shepherd whimpered in distress, thinking that his pleasure was ended. Rachel removed her blouse, then her skirt.
Chaos watched her disrobe and he began, dimly, to perceive something of the truth in this situation, some vague realization that he was in for a strange and wonderful time. He had coupled with a wolf. Was it possible with a woman?
Rachel stroked his prick again.
She was pondering a pleasant problem.
She couldn't decide whether she wanted to have the dog fuck her or to suck him off.
Her mouth was as hot as her cunt.
Rachel wondered if the big brute could manage to come twice. That way she could savor a mouthful and a cuntful, both. But her pussy really did need some stuffing, she decided. She would fuck the dog first and then, if he remained erect, she could give him some head, lapping her own cunt juice from his hot cockmeat and then milking his balls and drinking a load of thick jism from his prick. What a delightful prospect! And she also had the lovely expectation of trying her first sixty-nine with lithe, sexy, athletic, cunt-sucking Carla!
Having decided to fuck him first, Rachel now had to decide what position to do it in.
Rachel enjoyed getting fucked doggy style because it made her feel so utterly depraved to assume the animal position ... with an animal. But she also loved doing it face to face so that she could watch the dog's reaction to their fucking. She decided to do it that way.
The teenager moved to her bunk, and she perched on the edge, her legs extended to the floor and her crotch tilted up at a fucking angle.
Chaos had gotten over his nervousness by this time. He walked over to the bunk, not at all sure what was about to happen but sure that he was going to like it.
He lapped at her cunt.
Chaos looked up to gage the girl's reaction and was pleased to see that she was smiling and purring.
He gave her creamy pussy another slurp.
Squirming on his tongue, Rachel patted the bunk beside her. The dog hopped up, placing a forepaw on either side of her hips and thrusting his gigantic prick up in front of her belly. His fat cockhead was glistening with pre-cum and burning with his lust.
Rachel leaned down and tongued the tip.
"Ummm," she purred, finding it delicious. She sucked his meaty prick into her lips, then began to mouth him, her tongue flashing against the sensitive underside of his cockhead while her lips pulled on the shaft.
Chaos was amazed at finding his prick in a girl's mouth. He had never realized how versatile a human being was ... nor how depraved. Did she intend to swallow his cum? he wondered.
But then she drew her lips away somewhat reluctantly, giving his knob a last parting slurp. Taking his cock in both hands, Rachel guided it down into her crotch, moving the knob around in her gaping, cream-filled fuck slot and against her clit for a moment, then inserting the tip into her cunt crack.
Chaos gave a yelp of joy and heaved, sliding all of his massive prick up into her pussy.
The joy of having his hairy cockmeat imbedded to the roots in her clinging cunt filled the brute with ecstasy.
How could he ever go back to bitches? he wondered.
Chaos began to fuck her with vigor.
Rachel wrapped her sleek thighs around his furry back and fucked with him, her ass grinding on the very edge of the bunk, her belly heaving, her hips dancing wildly about. Cunt juice sprayed from her pussy as his tight-fitting cock stuffed her to the womb.
Chaos' tail spun around like a propeller behind his heaving ass. His hind legs scrambled for traction on the floorboards, and his back arched deeply as he whacked his prickmeat in and up, filling her cunt. Every inch of his long, fat fuck tool was running across her clit as his cock plunged in and out.
Rachel wailed as she started to cream.
She could feel the dog's cock swelling, spreading her pussy out as it grew bigger and bigger.
Then the brute was shooting up into her cunt.
His hot, thick cum rushed into her, flooding up her pussy channel with savage force, and the girl's cunt melted, adding her own juices to that bestial discharge.
Chaos fucked frantically away, emptying his cock and balls to the dregs.
Rachel kept pumping against him. Even after the animal had stopped fucking into her and stood, rigid and panting, the girl continued to grind and squirm about. She slowly worked off the last lovely spasms of her climax.
Chaos stared at her in worshipful awe.
She reached down, took his prick by the root and slowly drew it out of her cunt.
His cock came out dripping with cum and cunt juice.
And it came out hard.
Rachel smiled delightedly as she realized that this dog was a potent brute, not diminished at all by a single orgasm. Slathered with fuck cream, his huge prick looked more delicious than ever. And with her pussy taken care of, the girl was hungrier than ever, too.
And Rachel knew just how to slake that hunger.
CHAPTER NINE
"You see, I like to make sure that all the young ladies staying here are as content as possible," Julia Higgenbottom said. Carla was seated in Julia's office and the older woman was standing before her. "Sometimes a girl gets feeling lonely ... or frustrated."
"Oh, I'm all right," Carla said.
She hoped this interview wasn't going to last long. She was in a hurry to get back to sexy Rachel and to do some sixty-nining.
"I don't know if you are a virgin," Julia said.
"I know about the birds and the bees, if that's what you mean, Miss Higgenbottom," Carla said impatiently.
"Yes. But still. If you're used to making love, things might get difficult for you without any men or boys around. I expect that, like most girls, you masturbate occasionally?"
Carla blushed. This conversation was taking a strange tone.
"But is masturbation enough for you?"
Carla didn't reply.
She noticed the way that Julia was looking at her, and she began to get an inkling of the truth.
"Too, a few of the girls here ... fool around with one another," Julia went on. "I don't mean they are lesbians. It's just a well, say a substitute for a man."
Carla began to smile.
"I personally see nothing wrong in this, but--"
"Don't you, Miss Higgenbottom?"
Carla cocked her head, grinning. Her attitude had somewhat flustered the older woman.
"I mean to say--"
"Why don't you say what you mean, then?" Carla murmured.
"Errr--" Carla was a direct sort of girl, and she hadn't the slightest doubt what Julia Higgenbottom wanted.
"Miss Higgenbottom?" she said. "How would you like for me to sit on your face?"
Julia was surprised and delighted. Although she had seduced plenty of girls, she had never had such a lovely proposition put to her in such a direct way. The blonde waited for a moment before she replied. Then she said, "It would seem that you are experienced in such things, Carla."
"Oh, I've had my cunt sucked," Carla replied.
Julia felt faint with desire.
But she felt it necessary to offer an explanation and she said, "I am not a lesbian, Carla. I hope I didn't give you that impression. But I do like to keep my young charges happy and, if you like ... yes, you can sit on my face."
Carla stood up and unfastened her skirt. She stepped out of it, watching Julia watch her. Her panties were soaking at the crotch. Julia licked her lips at the sight. Carla removed her blouse. Her nipples stood out, stiff and tingling. Hooking her thumbs inside the elastic band, she slowly lowered her panties.
Carla was hot as hell and far more than willing. But in truth, she would rather be doing it with Rachel than with Julia, and she was still eager to get back to her sexy roommate, even as she prepared to cream in the older woman's mouth.
"Why don't you lie down on the couch?" Carla suggested, taking the initiative.
Julia moved to the couch.
She took her blouse off but left her skirt on for she didn't realize that Carla was a ... cunt-sucker as well as a suckee. She stretched out, her back arched and her big tits thrusting up. It amused Carla to see the eager expression on her face.
Carla moved to the couch and threw one leg across, kneeling over Julia's head.
The teenager didn't settle onto her face at once. She was teasing the woman, letting her gaze up at her creamy, black-fuzzed pussy in expectation. A ribbon of cunt juice trickled down the inside of her thigh. Carla used her fingers to spread her cunt open.
Julia moaned with desire.
Carla started to lower her crotch, inch by inch.
Julia was already wildly tonguing the air, even before contact was made. Her head craned up like a baby bird waiting to be fed. A drop of cunt juice spattered onto her tits. Later she would suck it from herself. She gave a cry of passion.
Then Carla settled onto Julia's face.
Carla realized, with the very first lick, that Julia Higgenbottom was an expert cunt-sucker who paid attention to the juicy details and adored the task.
Julia used just her tongue at first.
She lapped at the teenager's cuntcrack and tongued Carla's clit, then stabbed her tongue as far up her fuckhole as it would reach.
Then she fitted her lips to Carla's cuntlips and began to suck with resolve and concentration. Her mouth was like a suction cup clamped on the teenager's pussy channel. Her hands cupped the girl's slim, nubile hips, tilting her pelvis as if her cunt was a goblet from which Julia wanted to drink to the very bottom.
Cunt juice filled her mouth.
Julia drank it down with relish.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Carla wailed.
"Ummm ... ummm," Julia purred as she sucked joyfully upon the girl's creamy cunt.
Her hands moved up, and she began to play with Carla's big, stiff tit tips. Carla arched her back, squirming, working her soaking pussy around in the woman's face. Julia was coated with cunt juice from forehead to chin. Fuck cream bubbled on her lips, and her tongue was floating in the precious deluge. Her hands slid down again. She began to finger-fuck Carla's cunthole while her lips and tongue concentrated on her clit.
Julia was crazed with lust now.
"Come," she panted, voicing the word right up Carla's pussy channel. "Come for me ... cream in my mouth!"
"Suck my cunt! Suck me off!" cried Carla.
Her ass danced wildly against Julia's heaving tits and her groin ground in her face.
"I'm coming!" Carla gasped. "Drink it!"
Julia gurgled with ecstasy and sucked doggedly as Carla's pussy spasmed and filled her mouth with hot cunt juice.
Julia was smiling dreamily, still stretched out on the couch. Carla had dismounted. Carla was sorely tempted to go down on Julia now, to return the favor. Carla enjoyed sucking as much as she did being sucked. But Rachel was waiting, and she adored the thought of introducing the young girl to oral sex.
"That was the best head I ever had," she said.
"I'm glad you like it. I love eating you out, Carla. Whenever you want it, day or night, just stop by."
"Ummm. Maybe the next time, I'll suck you off, too," Carla said.
Julia gasped and moaned with expectation.
"Would you like to?" she asked.
"Sure. Not right now, though. I ... I'll have to get used to the idea, first, you know. I never sucked a cunt before," she lied, not for her own sake, but because she knew that Julia would like the thought of coming on a virgin tongue.
In fact, Julia liked that idea so much that she pulled her skirt up and began to finger-fuck herself wildly. Carla gazed at her big, bushy cunt and was again tempted to go down on the woman. But she resisted the oral urge once more, thinking a about Rachel. She dressed hurriedly.
"See you later," Carla promised.
Julia was merrily frigging away on her cunt and did not reply.
Carla left, hurrying back to Rachel.
But she found Rachel occupied.
CHAPTER TEN
The German shepherd was fucking Rachel in the mouth, humping as he drove his cock meat in and out, tilting her head back on the big mouthful. She was sucking happily and tonguing merrily away when Carla walked in.
"Oh, wow!" Carla exclaimed.
Rachel, to her credit, looked a bit sheepish.
She withdrew her lips from the dog's cock-head for a moment.
Carla was staring at her with admiration and awe.
"Don't let me interrupt," she said.
"Wait until I finish blowing the dog then you and I can do each other, okay?" Rachel said.
"Sure, I can wait. Miss Higgenbottom just ate me out."
"She did? Golly!"
"She'll probably want to suck you off, too."
"I don't mind," Rachel said.
She was holding the dog's cock against her cheek. His big prickhead flared and the dog whimpered, eager to get back in her mouth.
"But I'd rather do it with you," Rachel added.
"Me, too," Carla agreed.
Carla began to undress again.
Rachel took the dog's prick back into her mouth, then began to suck determinedly, eager to drink his jism so that she could proceed to have her first taste of cunt. Her lips unpeeled around the red slab of throbbing dog meat. Her tongue fluttered.
Naked, Carla came over and sat down beside Rachel, hip to hip. She began playing with the girl's tits. Rachel purred, enjoying the added stimulation.
"Is that as delicious as it looks?" Carla asked slyly.
"Ummm? Want a taste?"
Both girls were tremendously aroused by such a depraved situation. Somehow, the idea of sharing a dog's prick between them was even more juicily naughty than sucking it alone. "Okay," Carla whispered.
Rachel drew the German shepherd's cock from her lips and, holding it by the hairy hilt, offered the knob to Carla. Carla hesitated for a moment. Then she lightly tongued the tip.
"Ooooh," she purred.
A blob of pre-cum came squeezing from the parted cleft of the brute's prickhead and began to run sluggishly down his cockmeat. Carla gave a little gasp and gathered it up on her tongue.
"Yummy," she said.
Rachel kissed her passionately. The nugget of dog cum slid back and forth between their lips. Then they turned to the dog's cock once more. They kissed each other with his meaty prick between their lips, so that they were both sucking him together.
Chaos humped, fucking first into one mouth, then the other. Saliva dripped from his aching cockmeat. Another blob of jizz oozed out and Rachel slurped it up. The dog was wild with lust.
The girls were filled with a passion as bestial as the animal's. They were finger-fucking each other and sucking on the dog's prick in turns, rubbing their tits and thighs together, moaning and panting.
"He's gonna come soon," Rachel wailed as she felt the German shepherd's cock expand in her mouth.
She passed his sweet prick across to Carla.
Carla slurped his prickhead into her mouth greedily.
"Want to drink his cum?" Rachel panted.
"Ummm ... thick, hot cum! Ummm!"
Rachel didn't mind letting her friend have the dog's load. She began to frig the brute's prick up and down with her hand while Carla concentrated on sucking his cockhead. Rachel's fist skimmed down to the dog's bloated balls, then rose up to make contact with Carla's cock-collaring lips. Carla had turned glassy eyed as she stared at the huge prick that was filling her mouth.
Chaos quivered violently all over.
Rachel felt his load start to rush up his cockshaft. She felt his fat fuckrod expand in her skimming fist.
"He's gonna blow!" she cried.
Suddenly, Carla's mouth was full of cum.
Chaos' cock hosed her throat and whitewashed her tonsils. Spurt after spurt shot into her. She gulped the thick juice down as fast as she could, and the brute kept pouring it into her in slippery coils and slimy cables, a steady stream of jism flooding from him. Cum overflowed her lips and ran down her chin. Rachel licked the stuff from Carla's chin and continued to jack the dog off into her mouth.
At last, his cock was empty.
Carla sucked for a moment longer, to make sure that not a single delicious drop remained in him.
She pulled her lips away.
Rachel mouthed the dog's prick again, wanting another taste, even though there was no more cum to swallow. The dog's cock was starting to soften and diminish in her mouth, following his second orgasm of the day. It would have disappointed her if she had not had the equally inviting prospect of cunt-sucking with Carla.
Rachel drew her mouth from the German shepherd.
Chaos hopped down to the floor, his shrinking cock bobbing up and down under his hairy belly.
Rachel and Carla kissed again.
Carla had not swallowed all of the huge load that the dog had fed her, and now the girls let the hot cum run back and forth between their mouths. Rachel swallowed some, blending it with Carla's saliva. They entwined tongues and shared jism and got hotter and hotter. Carla had creamed in Julia Higgenbottom's mouth, and Rachel had come when the dog bad fucked her but, despite their recent orgasms, both of the naughty teenagers were as horny as they had ever been.
Blowing a dog had that effect on the girls.
It had an effect on the dog, too.
Chaos, temporarily satiated, stood back and watched the girls kiss each other with his cum in their mouths, and he marveled at the situation.
Was there nothing that a human bitch wouldn't do? wondered the dog. He observed in fascination.
There were no lesbian dogs, or at least, Chaos had never seen them.
When the girls got down to it, the German shepherd was intrigued.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
The two sexy teenagers had nicely contrasting bodies that served to complement one another. Rachel was bouncy, nubile and pert, all soft curves, whereas Carla was long and lean and angular, taut and trim from her athletic endeavors, yet distinctly feminine despite her well-developed muscles and sinews.
The girls rubbed their contrasting bodies together.
They were running their hands all over each other in preliminary love play, but avoiding each other's cunts. For the moment, they were saving those delicacies for sucking, and neither wanted to run the risk of bringing the other off accidentally on a handjob. They panted into each other's parted lips and open mouth, stroking thighs and bellies, asses and tits. They rubbed their tits together, stiff nipples clashing like fleshy little swords in a duel of desire.
Carla, of course, was experienced in this form of female lovemaking, and she took the lead.
But Rachel, although she had never made it with a girl before, was inherently horny and got the idea immediately, responding to the tall teenager's caresses in kind and with equal eagerness.
Carla pushed Rachel down along the bunk.
Rachel's knees came up and her thighs parted.
Carla mounted her, just as if she were a man or boy about to fuck her in the missionary position. She began grinding her pelvis, working her pussymound against Rachel's in a simulated fucking. Rachel moved with her, panting heavily.
"I wish I had a dildo," Carla murmured. "I'd love to fuck you with a big, rubber prick!"
It occurred to Rachel, when she heard that, that perhaps Carla was not so far removed from being a lesbian, after all, despite her protests at being a normal girl who merely enjoyed trading oral favors. But at the same moment, it also occurred to Rachel that she would not mind at all having the other girl fuck her with a dildo. She would even be willing to strap it on herself, in turn, and fuck Carla's juicy pussy to a creamy orgasm.
Rachel threw her legs around Carla, hooking them around her hips and cupping her belly as they ground together in a dry fuck.
Then Rachel began to move down.
She licked and sucked at Rachel's thrusting tits, then slid down to her stomach and on to her belly. Her tongue rustled through Rachel's thick pubic patch.
Rachel whimpered in expectation, knowing that she was about to receive her first cunt-sucking.
She had expected that they would sixty-nine, doing each other at the same time. But the prospect of having her pussy lapped was so delightful that she was willing to wait for awhile, before she discovered the other half of the act.
Carla moved on, passing Rachel's cunt for the moment and starting to run her hot tongue up the girl's smooth thighs. She licked at the crease where Rachel's legs joined her pelvis, running parallel to the girl's foaming pussy but still not making that vital contact.
Carla was teasing Rachel.
She was teasing herself, as well, for Carla was voraciously hungry for a suck of cunt.
And she was teasing the dog, too.
Chaos was simply astounded.
Was there nothing that human girls wouldn't do? he wondered. And he had thought that she-wolves were depraved!
"Oooh, do it," Rachel wailed. "Lick my cunt, Carla!"
That was an offer which Carla could not refuse.
She used her fingers to spread Rachel's pink cuntlips open and slipped her tongue up the girl's fuckhole, stabbing in and out, then slurping up the crack with moist strokes.
Rachel cried out in bliss.
Carla was tonguing, lapping all the way from Rachel's asshole to her clit with each slurp, and her efforts were causing Rachel's cunt to spasm and flood. Carla lapped up the hot, gushing fuck-juices and purred like a cat at the cream bowl.
"I'm gonna cream!" Rachel gasped.
"Ahhh," sighed Carla and, as Rachel began to come, Carla clamped her open mouth onto the girl's cunt. She sucked steadily and voraciously, drinking her juices of lust.
"Oh, it was lovely," Rachel sighed.
Her orgasm was finished. Carla was still gently tonguing away, lapping up the last drops.
Now Carla raised her head. Her smiling lips were coated with cunt juice. She raised her eyebrows questioningly ... and Rachel knew just what that question was.
"Oh, yes ... now it's my turn," said Rachel.
Carla moaned softly at those words. She had been afraid--just a little--that once Rachel had gotten her rocks off, she might change her mind about doing some cunt-lapping, in turn. That was why, initially, Carla had suggested that they sixty-nine, knowing that Rachel would not have been able to resist sucking simultaneously. But Rachel had discovered a fact well-known among all cunt-sucking girls--she had found out that once her pussy had been satisfied, her mouth got hungry. There was an indirect ratio between the two ends of the act of oral love. She was literally drooling for Carla's cunt now.
Carla moved up along the bunk.
Rachel slid down.
She placed her head between Carla's slim and muscular thighs and paused for a moment, not with any last doubts or inhibitions but simply to savor the anticipation, to gaze for a moment at the creamy cunt that she was about to suck.
Then Rachel buried her face in Carla's pussy.
With the very first lick, Rachel realized that cunt-sucking came naturally to her, that she needed no previous experience or practice or training, but knew instinctively how to do it. Rachel felt sure that she was sucking Carla as skillfully as Carla had sucked her ... and she was proud of the fact. Rachel had become a confirmed cunt-sucker with the first delicious taste, and she knew she would be doing a lot of it in the future. Even before she had finished sucking Carla, she was already speculating on which of her girlfriends would enjoy some head.
Carla's fuck button exploded in Rachel's lips.
She sucked and tongued in turn.
Rachel cupped Carla's ass in her hands, tilting her pelvis up, working her whole pretty face around in the girl's flowing cunt. She would have liked to shove her whole head right up Carla's fuckhole.
"I love it! I love it!" Rachel whimpered, mouthing the words up the spasming chamber of Carla's cunt. "Oh, Carla, I love sucking your sweet pussy! Come for me, darling!"
Rachel was totally carried away as she feasted hungrily on Carla's hot, bushy cunt. Hiking her hips higher, Rachel began to lick the girl's ass, lapping up her cunt crack, then pushing her tongue right up her taut asshole for a moment, before she returned to her pussy. Carla had started to moan steadily as the thrill built up in her belly and loins, and her clit throbbed with impending release. Then the horny gymnast cried out with joy and her cunt creamed.
Rachel gurgled in ecstasy as she sucked the foaming juices of lust out of Carla's coming cunt.
The thrill of having a girl come in her mouth was every bit as wonderful as coming, herself.
But now her own pussy was hot again.
When Rachel had thoroughly sucked Carla off, she moved up, and the two girls snuggled lovingly together, kissing and tasting each other's cunt juice on each other's lips and tongue.
"I ... I'm hot again, Carla," Rachel confessed, looking a little sheepish at being so insatiable.
But Carla grinned, pleased.
Rachel said, "Gee ... this might never end. I mean, sucking you off makes my cunt hot and having you suck me off makes me hungry. It's sort of like a vicious circle."
"That's why they invented sixty-nining, honey," said Carla.
Rachel understood instantly. By coming simultaneously and drinking the other's cunt juice at the same time, they could solve the problem of getting repeatedly hot and hungry.
"Shall we?" she whispered.
"Um--hum," Carla agreed. She rolled Rachel over onto her back. Rachel arched, squirming. Carla turned lithely around so that she was facing the other way, in the position of inverted oral love. She threw one knee across, straddling Rachel's eager, upturned face. Rachel drew her knees up and spread her thighs apart under Carla's head. Then Carla lowered her body until they were pressed together, belly to tits. Her face was buried in Rachel's pussy, and her own cunt was seated firmly on Rachel's open-mouthed face.
They began to suck each other.
Rachel, experiencing her first sixty-nine, wasn't sure which end of the inverted coupling felt better. Her cunt was steaming in Carla's mouth but, at the same time, her own mouth felt every bit as hot as her cunt. Her tongue tingled as much a s her clit. She yearned to drink cunt juice as much as she did to pump it out from her cunt. She longed for a simultaneous orgasm, sharing the thrill and sharing cunt juice together with her lovely, lithe lover.
All this was too much for the observant German shepherd.
The big brute had another hard-on.
Now Chaos decided to join in.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Chaos didn't know why on earth it should make him horny to watch two girls doing such a remarkable thing, but it did, and what did the dog care about reasons?
Carla, mounted on Rachel, was assuming the position in which dogs fucked, and that position appealed to the German shepherd. Carla had already taken his cock into her mouth, so the dog had no fears that she might reject him from her cunt. Chaos crossed the room to the bunk, walking bowlegged around his prick. The big knob extended all the way up to his belly and his balls were once more inflated with cum. He jumped up on the bunk.
Carla's taut, trim ass danced before him.
The German shepherd mounted her, wrapping his forelegs around the girl's grinding, gyrating hips.
He pushed the head of his prick into her cunt.
Rachel giggled when she saw his hairy fuck rod loom up just above her face and realized that the dog had joined them.
Carla raised her head, startled, jaws dripping with cunt juice. She glanced back, puzzled, and saw the German shepherd clinging to her haunches like a tree toad to a wall.
"He wants to fuck you, Carla," Rachel said.
"Obviously," Carla said. "Want him to?"
Carla hesitated for a second. She had intended to get fucked by the brute sometime, anyhow, and the thought of having a huge dog prick stuffing her at the same time that Rachel was sucking her held a magical appeal, a carnal compulsion.
"I don't mind," she said.
"I'll put his cock in you," Rachel offered.
The dog had been thrusting ineffectively, his cockhead bouncing off her ass and rebounding from the backs of her thighs. Rachel took his prick by the hilt, and she guided the tip into Carla's soaking cunt crack. She moved it up and down for a moment, stirring the hot juices that had filled the girl's open fuck slot, then pushed the knob in.
With his cockhead buried, Chaos knew just what to do. He tightened his grip around Carla's heaving haunches, then slammed his cockmeat in to the roots.
"Ooooh!" Carla squealed.
It was her first cuntful of dog prick, and she instantly understood why Rachel liked to fuck dogs.
Carla lowered her mouth back onto Rachel's pussy and began to enjoy some threeway sex.
Rachel continued to suck on Carla's clit.
The dog's hairy prick flashed in and out just above her face. It came out matted with cunt juice. Rachel began to tongue the dog's cockhead as it pulled out and, parting her lips around his cockshaft, let the frantic brute fuck right through her mouth en route to Carla's cunt. She pulled the dog's cock out of Carla's pussy for a moment, mouthing his prickhead voraciously. She was sucking cunt juice off of hot dog meat, and the combination thrilled her to the core. Then she slipped his huge prick back into Carla's fuckhole and began mouthing them both together again.
Chaos had never known such pleasure.
He was enjoying cunt and mouth at the same time, a double pleasure that few dogs ever experience. But the girls were getting it three ways each. Carla was sucking cunt, being sucked and getting fucked, all at the same dynamic time.
Rachel was savoring a mouthful of cunt and cock together, while her own pussy simmered on a hot tongue.
The dog's bloated balls rubbed against her face as he plunged in to the hilt. Rachel licked his hairy ball-sac, then mouthed his prickshaft as it pulled out. She shoved her tongue up into Carla's pussy alongside the dog's cock. Foaming cunt juice bubbled out into her mouth.
Carla, wild with lust, slammed her ass back to meet the dog's driving thrusts, her pussy sucking on his prickmeat, taking every precious inch up her fuckhole. The dog's hindquarters were a blur as he sped his cock in and out. The gymnast met him with equal vigor, like an animal, herself, in the throes of such passion.
Rachel could feel the fiery heat of their fucking wafting over her face. Carla's talented cunt was clinging to the dog's prick, molding to the contours. The friction was intense. Carla's cunt was steaming, and the German shepherd's cock was throbbing. The brute was volcanic in his lust, a volcano almost ready to erupt, spilling seething lava into the juicy cunt that sheathed his cock. Her pussy clung so snugly to the dog's cock that, when he drew out, her cuntlips were turned almost inside out, giving Rachel a chance to tongue that inner flesh.
Chaos growled.
His haunches whipped in.
Carla wailed as she felt a load of hot dog cum hose her pussy. The thick jism acted like a catalyst, drawing her own climax from her. Carla's frothy cunt juice gushed out to blend with the animal's cum, filling her pussy with a swirling whirlpool of creamy fuck tickles.
Chaos kept humping, shooting dose after dose into her.
The mingled juices poured out and ran into Rachel's open mouth. She gulped them down greedily, adoring the taste and the texture and the heat of those combined juices. As she swallowed the jism, it seemed to rush right through her body and to come bubbling out from her cunt at the other end.
Carla sucked it out of her.
The thrill ran like an electric current back and forth through the girls' linked bodies, stepped up in the lust of their cunts, the electricity rising in the warmth of their mouths. Each time she swallowed a mouthful of scum, Rachel's pussy poured another load out and, gulping that load up, Carla creamed again, in turn.
Chaos finished first.
Panting, he squirted his last spurt up Carla's cunt, followed by a few trickles. Chaos stopped fucking.
Rachel, realizing that the brute had finished blowing his wad, took his cock in hand and dragged it out of Carla's pussy. She took his slippery prickhead into her mouth and sucked it clean. Then she clamped her lips over Carla's cunt again and began to suck every drop of dog cum and cunt juice out of her steaming fuckhole.
At the other end, Carla drank merrily away, milking every drop of Rachel's fuck-juice out and swallowing it happily.
Drained and exhausted, the two girls clung together for awhile, still lightly licking each other's cunt, but doing it affectionately now, rather than passionately.
Then Carla dismounted and turned, and they lay in each other's arms, tenderly caressing.
"I'm so glad you taught me about cunt-sucking, Carla," whispered Rachel. "It's so wonderful."
"And I'm glad that you got me into fucking and sucking with a dog," replied Carla. "I got an idea that there are going to be a whole lot of happy hounds around me in the future."
Rachel giggled, pleased at having been able to initiate the gymnast into bestiality. She enjoyed her own depravity and now she enjoyed the sharing of it. She glanced toward the German shepherd. But that sturdy brute was really finished for the moment. His massive prick had retracted back into his shaggy belly and his balls were in a state of collapse. It was evident that there would be no more stiff dog prick for them to share for some time. That didn't trouble Rachel, not as long as there was cunt-sucking to be savored, and plenty of it.
Then she had a disturbing thought.
She said, "Are we gonna do it all the time?"
"Of course," Carla replied.
"I suppose you'll want to have Miss Higgenbottom suck you sometimes, too, though?" Rachel said, feeling jealous.
"Naw. Well, maybe once in awhile, just to keep her happy. But you do it better than she does, Rachel."
That wasn't exactly true.
Miss Higgenbottom lapped pussy as good as it could be lapped.
But Carla had said it to please Rachel, which it did.
However, listening at the door, Julia Higgenbottom was stricken with despair.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
After Carla had left Julia's quarters, the blonde had continued to finger-fuck herself for some time in a satisfying state of emotion. It had worked out even better than she had hoped.
Seducing sexy Carla had been no problem whatsoever. Seduction had not even been necessary, really, for the gymnast had been as eager to get sucked off as Julia was to do the tasty task. Then the girl's cunt had been a rare treat, hot and juicy and delicious. And just to cap things off, Carla had offered to go down on Julia, too, the next time they got together. So, all in all, Julia was as happy as she could be.
The taste of Carla's cunt lingered on her tongue.
Julia savored it, as her own cunt steamed in her hands.
After awhile, she came.
It was a mild orgasm. Julia didn't even pause to catch her breath, but began finger-fucking herself again without delay. Thinking about Carla, remembering that feast, Julia figured that she would have to come three or four times, at least, before she was satisfied.
Julia wished that Carla would return right now.
She longed to have the girl suck her cunt.
Her hands weren't really doing the job at all. After awhile, the blonde sighed and got up. Moving to the desk, she opened the bottom drawer. Her big rubber prick was in there and she took it out. It was a handsome prick, realistically contoured and big enough to fill any cunt, even such a voracious cavern as Julia possessed. Taking it back to the couch, she began to fuck herself furiously.
Julia tried it in various postures.
First she lay on her back and fed the dildo up her cunt in the missionary position. Then she turned over onto her hands and knees and shoved it in doggy style. After awhile, she stood up and fucked herself in the knee-trembler fashion, her hips going up and down as she rode the rubber joystick.
Julia climaxed, thick ribbons of cunt juice pouring down the dildo. Once again, her orgasm did not satisfy her completely. The blonde brought the rubber cock up to her mouth, and she sucked her juices from it, pretending that it was a real cock ... a cock that had just come out, dripping, from lovely Carla's succulent pussy.
Julia sighed, realizing that her state was such that she was not going to be able to satiate herself in her solitude. How ironic it was, she thought bitterly. Sex with Carla had been so wonderful that she should have been in a state of ecstasy.
Instead, longing for more of that sweet cunt, Julia found herself suffering terrible frustration.
She simply had to see Carla again.
The teenaged gymnast might not be in the mood, of course ... but on the other hand, she might be. It was certainly worth a try.
Julia figured that it would be better if she used some pretext to call on the girl. She didn't want to appear too eager for fear of putting Carla off. She deliberated on it, finally deciding that she would take the dildo over to the girl's cabin. If Carla was alone there, Julia would show the toy to her and ask her if she would like to borrow it ... and then, maybe, offer to show the girl how to use the thing.
Of course, if Rachel were there, too, it would not be too subtle to reveal the dildo.
Well, maybe if Rachel were there, alone, something nice might transpire, figured Julia. Although she adored Carla now, Julia was still a promiscuous sort of cunt-lapper, and she wouldn't at all mind a chance to do some gobbling away on nubile Rachel's cunt.
Still, in case both girls were there together, to avoid any possible embarrassment, Julia knew she should hide the rubber prick. She looked around for a box or bag ... then grinned impishly at a sudden thought. Where better to hide it than where it belonged?
Julia slipped the rubber prick up her pussy to the hilt.
She put her blouse on, smoothed her skirt down and headed for the girls' cabin. It felt very pleasant to be walking along with a rubber cock stuck up her cunt. Her pussy squished between her thighs and sucked on the fat dildo. It was making her hotter than ever. If only the damned thing were capable of ejaculating!
Julia loved things that could come.
She loved cunts that creamed and cocks that erupted.
It was true that she had never considered a prick that was not attached to a human being, that bestiality had not crossed her mind before that day. But that was more a failure of imagination than it was any sort of purity or lack of perversion.
Julia was in for several shocks.
Coming up to the cabin as silently as she could, with the dildo squishing merrily away in her pussy, she peered in the window, wanting to determine if either or both of the girls were there.
She gasped.
Julia had arrived just as the two naughty teenagers started to sixty-nine. She stared with a combination of interest and annoyance. So Carla had lied to her when she said that she wasn't a cunt-sucker! That was a shame. Julia had been looking forward to getting some cherry tongue. But still, it was not a greatly disappointing situation. At least the present sight proved that Carla enjoyed cunt-lapping and that, in turn, boded well for the future of Julia's cunt.
Julia had known full well that the two girls had been fooling around when she had visited them earlier in the evening. She had supposed they were merely playing with each other's tits, or maybe finger-fucking each other. The realization that they were both cunt-lappers was only an added dimension to the previous conclusion and didn't really trouble her much. It meant that she wasn't going to have full claim on Carla, of course, that she would have to share that delightful girl with Rachel. But on the other hand, it meant that she also had every chance of getting to suck Rachel's cunt, as well as Carla's.
To a woman like Julia, quantity was better than quality. She wasn't a jealous sort. She was willing to share Carla's sweet pussy, as long as she got some of Rachel's, too. She even envisioned the possibility of having a threesome with those two horny teenagers, linking up in a daisy chain.
Julia was fascinated by the activity in the cabin.
She saw Carla's pink tongue sliding around in Rachel's flooded pussy. Rachel's cunt looked every bit as succulent as Carla's, and Julia began to feel encouraged.
Then the dog walked into her sight.
What in hell was Chaos doing there?
And why did he have a hard-on?
Now Julia was bewildered and amazed and, when the dog jumped onto the bunk, truly shocked.
Chaos mounted Carla ... mounted those delicious loins that had, not long before, been riding her own hungry face.
Julia expected the girls to push the dog away.
Then she gasped as she saw Rachel take the dog's cock in hand and fit his prickhead up Carla's pussy. The dog began to fuck the girl, to the quite obvious enjoyment of all three of them.
Julia, for a moment, was honestly scandalized. But such was not her basic nature. That huge, hairy prick looked very inviting as it whipped in and out of Carla's cunt. Julia, who had never denied being depraved, wondered why it had never occurred to her to fuck with a dog. Her cunt, stuffed to the brim with rubber cock, began to burn for flesh and blood cock--dog prick, in fact. Julia had determined, on the spot, to fuck the German shepherd, herself.
But the brute was occupied now, as were the girls, and terrible frustration welled up in her.
She would have to wait.
Julia was sorely tempted to enter the cabin and join them on the bunk, but she was afraid that the girls might be tremendously embarrassed at having been caught fucking with the dog ... if not sixty-nining. Embarrassment often ruined a good thing, and Julia forced herself to wait.
When she saw Chaos shoot his hot wad up Carla's cunt, she almost fainted with lust.
When she saw Rachel suck that cum, blended with cunt juice, from Carla's pussy, she staggered with hunger.
Then it was finished.
Chaos jumped down from the bunk, and Julia was saddened to notice that his big prick was shrunk to a useless state. She would have to wait awhile before she tried her first dog fuck, she realized.
But now that the dog was no longer involved, could she go in and join the girls without embarrassing them too much? They both quite evidently cherished cunt-sucking, and perhaps they would be delighted to have a third cunt--and a third tongue--join the party.
Julia had made up her mind to risk it.
But by this time, the teenagers had finished sixty-nining and were snuggling up affectionately. Julia moved to the door. Her hand was in the process of reaching out to the handle when, through the wooden door, she heard Carla voice those terrible words.
"You do it better than she does, Rachel," said Carla.
Julia Higgenbottom was stricken. She knew it couldn't be true! If there was one thing that Julia did well, it was sucking cunts! But Carla had said it, true or not. It could only mean that Carla was not interested in Julia, but wanted to save all her attention for Rachel.
What a bitter blow!
Moments before, Julia had been looking forward with enthusiasm to a whole month of pussy sucking. Now she saw that delightful prospect taken from her by the whim of a girl.
Now she needed sex more than ever.
And even the dog was not presently available to her, for his prick had been wasted by the girls.
Julia had only a dildo, which could not shoot. If only there were another dog in the camp, she thought.
And that was when horny Julia thought about the horse.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Most of the camp's riding hacks were mares or geldings, but there was one sturdy stallion at the camp.
When Julia Higgenbottom thought about the horse's massive prick and those huge balls full of cum, she began to tremble and shake violently. Why had she never thought of it before? She loved to make cunts cream and to make cocks spurt ... and what cock would spurt as much hot jism as that equine masterpiece? Her cunt flooded and her mouth watered.
Without any hesitation, Julia started to walk to the stables, the rubber prick still jammed hilt-deep up her cunt and her determination fixed firmly in her mind.
The horse raised his head and eyed the woman when she came marching into the stables. Titan had never had any sexual contact with humans, but his finely tuned instincts told him that there was something unusual in Julia's intentions.
Titan tossed his head, silken mane flowing, eyes wild and white. He was a handsome animal, pale gold with a white mane and tail. Julia had often ridden him. She was an expert equestrienne.
But the horse had never ridden Julia ... not yet.
Julia advanced to his stall and studied him for a moment. Then she stepped to the side and looked under his hindquarters. His cock was not hard yet, but it was still an impressive sight. Julia shivered with joyful expectations.
She began to take her clothing off.
The horse stamped his foot nervously.
Titan had been ridden bareback, but he had never been ridden by a bare woman. The thought of having a hot, naked cunt sliding around on his back was intriguing.
His cock twitched and started to expand.
His huge balls began to fill up.
Having hooves instead of hands, the horse was not able to masturbate, and it disturbed him to get a hard-on when there was not a mare to be fucked. How was he going to get his prick emptied? Then he saw the way that the woman was gazing at his cockmeat and began to get an inkling of her purpose.
Naked, with the rubber cock still stuck up her cunt, Julia knelt down beside the beast's flank.
Titan could feel her hot breath waft over his swelling prickmeat. His big black cockhead began to squeeze out from its sheath, flaring and throbbing.
Julia loved every inch of all cocks but she loved the knobs most of all. Now she gazed in total fascination at the horse's massive slab of prick as it slid naked from the sheath.
She licked her lips.
Julia reached out with both hands, palms upward, and she took the horse's cock in hand, rubbing up and down the underside of his prickshaft, then folding her fists around it in a double grip. She could barely span the great breadth of his fuckrod. It pulsed in her grip and hardened more.
Titan craned his neck around, looking at the woman in amazement. He gave a soft, hopeful whinny.
Squirming under him, Julia began to lick his cock and balls. She ran her tongue up his prickshaft and fluttered it against the underside of his swollen knob.
A trickle of pre-cum oozed from his cleft and ran sluggishly down his cockhead, glistening like quicksilver on the black meat. Julia gave a little gasp and gathered the jism up on her tongue. She let it run around on her tastebuds for a moment, then swallowed it with a sigh. It warmed her belly like fine wine.
Julia had not made up her mind if she wanted to blow the horse or let him fuck her, but that taste of horse cum sparked her appetite. She longed to swallow the beast's hot load, to drink her fill from an orgasm greater than any man had ever supplied to her. No man had ever truly satisfied her. They were always emptied before the horny cocksucker was satisfied. But Julia knew that she wasn't going to have any such problems with the horse. His balls were as big as melons, full of that delicious jism which she lusted.
She moved around on her knees until she was facing the head of the horse's prick.
Holding his prickshaft, just behind the knob, in both hands, Julia leaned in and began to lick the meaty slab, running her hot tongue all over and pushing it right up inside his parted, bubbling piss slit.
Titan gave a tentative hump, shoving his cockhead into the woman's willing face.
Julia kissed his cocktip, then opened her mouth as wide as it would go.
Titan humped again, shoving his cockhead into her mouth.
Julia gasped. His massive, mighty hunk of horsemeat had filled her mouth completely, pushing her cheeks out on both sides, so that she felt like a squirrel with a pouchful of nuts. Her lips were stretched and almost turned inside out around his prick.
She began to suck voraciously on his cockmeat.
Her tongue fluttered against the underside, where the dark, fat vein spread out under his prickhead.
Julia couldn't give him a proper blowjob, bobbing her head up and down on his prick, because his cockhead was all that she could manage to fit into her mouth. Instead, she began to frig him with both hands, intending to jerk him off into her mouth. Her hands pushed back down his prickshaft, causing his knob to flare in her mouth, then drew back up until they bumped against her lips. Unable to bob her head up and down, she began to tilt it from side to side, employing torque on his cockhead. Her saliva poured down the brute's fuckrod, and slimy pre-cum poured over her tongue and seeped into her cheeks.
Titan held himself stiff, realizing that he could not fuck a human mouth the way he would a mare's cunt. The sensation was the most wonderful that he had ever known. Her mouth and her stroking hands, between them, were filling him with ecstasy.
Julia frigged faster and faster.
Little spurts of jism were hitting her throat now.
Julia began to whimper with need, lusting for his coming. She tongued wildly and sucked ravenously, and her hands sped up and down on his prickshaft with frantic intent.
Then Titan shot his wad.
The hot, thick lava of his loins burst into her mouth with such force that Julia's mouth was nearly forced right off his cockhead. She clamped her lips tightly around it, clinging to his prickmeat as the horse spurted a second, then a third dose into her throat. She swallowed his jism as fast as she could. There was too much for her to drink it all. It overflowed her lips and poured down his prickshaft. Her hands continued to skim up and down, sliding easily on the lubrication of his overflowing jism now.
With mouth and hands, Julia milked him dry.
The horny woman swallowed all that she could. Then she pulled her lips from his emptied cock and used her tongue to gather up the jism that had escaped mouth maw and flowed down his fuckrod.
Julia sat back on her heels, her face flushed with joy, cum glistening on her lips.
She had sucked off a horse!
The knowledge of her own degeneracy thrilled the horny blonde as much as did the memory of that act, itself. Depravity poured into her just as had the animal's cum. Who needed unfaithful girls? Who needed a German shepherd? But she did need one thing now.
Julia needed a cuntful.
Blowing the beast had made her so hot that Julia was afraid that the rubber prick might melt in her cunt. She pulled it out carefully, afraid it might leave skid-marks on her thighs. Out of habit, the blonde slipped it into her mouth, and she sucked her cunt juice from it.
Then Julia lay back and bridged, arching herself under the horse.
The animal's cock had softened slightly, following his ejaculation, but it was still massive. Julia closed her knees around his prickshaft, pulling his knob into her creamy pussy.
She began to squirm onto it.
At first, it wouldn't fit into her cunt, but Julia was determined and her pussy was very pliable. Taking his cockshaft in her hands, she began to work the tip into her cunt. Inch by inch, it went in. His prick hardened and swelled anew as the horse realized his labors of love were not finished, that humans fucked in a normal way, as well as in the mouth. The animal began to heave, pushing into her.
Titan's cockhead slipped in.
Julia wailed as the bulk spread her elastic fuckhole around it. She rolled her hips from side to side, winding her cunt onto his prick like a nut onto a bolt.
Titan's huge prickhead forged a passage which his shaft followed, spreading her pussy open as it slowly sank in.
Half of the horse's cock went up her cunt before he bottomed out. Julia, never having been fucked by a horse before, had never been so full of cock. He had delved into virgin territory. She writhed in ecstasy on his vast prick and, greedy woman that she was, wished that her cunt were deeper so that she could enjoy even more of that wonderful horse cock inside her. Julia figured there must be at least two feet of prick inside her. The rest of his shaft stuck out between them like a fat bolt fixing his balls to her cunt.
Titan started to fuck.
At first the fit was too tight, and when he drew back, he hauled Julia along with him, so that he wasn't actually stroking in and out of her cunt. But then that remarkable, pliable pussy of hers made a further adjustment, spreading just that bit more.
Titan's thick prick pulled out until only the knob was stuck up her cunt. He paused, quivering all over. Then he rammed his fat fuckrod into her again.
Julia jammed her loins down to meet his thrust, taking a good half of his cockmeat into her again. As he drew out, she twisted her pelvis, adding torque to the in-and-out friction.
"Fuck!" she cried. Then, remembering that it was a horse to whom she was speaking, she said, "Giddup!"
Titan obediently began to fuck her faster.
His powerful hindquarters sped in and out, driving the vital top half of his prick into her seething pussy at the canter, than at the gallop. Julia was rocked on his lunges, her whole body shaking so violently that she felt as if she were coming apart at the seams, that her skeleton was being dismantled ... and she loved it.
Julia's cunt climaxed on his massive cock.
She came a second time, moments later.
Her flowing juices further lubricated her fuckhole, and the horse was sliding his prick in and out at a frantic pace now, his cock moving faster than any Derby winner. His bloated balls, charged with a brand new load of jism, swung in and out like the clappers of a meaty bell. Julia's legs were clamped around his cock so that he was fucking through her thighs en route to her cunt. She rubbed her feet against his balls and frigged him between her knees.
Julia started to come a third time.
This time, Titan joining her, hosing her womb with a stream of foaming jism, and filling her pussy with the most abundant load of cum it had ever contained.
Julia simply adored it.
After the horse's cock and balls were emptied and her own orgasm had been worked off to the end, she pulled her pussy off his prick. Then Julia used her greedy tongue to lap their mingled juices from his cockhead and shaft, leaving the beast sparkling clean ... and very happily satisfied.
Julia was determined to do a whole lot of sucking and fucking with the horse in the future.
A lot of horny young girls were going to be disappointed by not getting their cunts sucked, and the German shepherd, when he found out about the affair, was jealous as hell.
Titan had learned a new thing.
When Rachel Woodward rode him into the countryside, a few days later, the horse got a hard-on. Rachel was surprised. Then it occurred to her that getting off with a horse was no more wicked than sucking around with a dog, and she proceeded to give the animal a nice blowjob. She didn't think that her cunt--which might have been virginal, depending on one's, definition--was capable of taking horse prick. Thus it was that she went back to the cabin horny as hell and, thrilled by what she had done, told Carla about sucking off the horse.
That made Carla hot, too, and the two naughty girls sucked each other off, then quickly summoned the German shepherd. Then Carla, horny girl, went for a horseback ride, and the horse was delighted to discover how nimble a human gymnast could be as she merrily rode his cock to a creamy climax.
With all the sucking and fucking that went on, the month seemed to fly by. Rachel was sorry when it was time to go home.
But she was looking forward to seeing Wally again.
Rachel felt sorry for Wally, figuring that he must be a very frustrated doggy after going for a month without any pussy.
But when Rachel got home, Wally acted perfectly normal, just like a dog who had gotten plenty of cunt, not frustrated at all. That surprised Rachel. She wondered why. But there was no one to ask ... and her mother was certainly not about to tell her.
