The virgin bride walked down from the terrace and into the back garden. Behind her, the stately house was blazing with light and loud with conversation. She had just been married and the wedding reception was still in progress--and Nancy Honeycutt was frustrated. She had been hard pressed to save her cherry for marriage, and now that she was a lawfully wedded wife, Nancy was eager to get fucked.
She had even hinted to her bridegroom, Ricky, that they might sneak up to one of the spare bedrooms and consummate their marriage, but he had failed to take the hint. Ricky was still inside, drinking cocktails and laughing as he socialized with the guests, totally unaware that his beautiful virgin bride was horny as hell.
Nancy looked so chaste and demure and innocent in her white wedding down that no one suspected she was so hot that she felt as if she might be glowing in the darkness. She strolled morosely through the shadowed lanes and hedges of the garden, with her cherry cunt steaming between her shapely thighs and the perfume of her pussy trailing behind her.
The young bride was not aware of the ghostly gray shape that was slinking along behind her, shaggy head lowered to the ground and sniffing, as he tracked the fragrant aroma of hot pussy. The dog, with his bestial instincts, knew what Nancy needed far more than her human husband did.
Nancy was a lovely girl of eighteen, with tumbling masses of strawberry-blonde hair and the sort of nubile body that made every male wedding guest--and several of the women, as well--envy Ricky the pleasure of fucking her on their wedding night. She had firm, thrusting tits and a tiny waist, pneumatic hips and a trim, pear-shaped ass.
It hadn't been easy to keep her cherry for marriage, what with every man she dated desperate to get in her panties and with Nancy yearning for her first cuntful of cock. But she had managed to retain her virginity, mainly by giving hand-jobs and keeping her steamy pussy well finger-fucked.
The girl was justly proud of herself for coming to her wedding day a maiden.
But now, as a wife, she was in a frenzy for her first fuck. She knew that she was silly for being so impatient, that Ricky could hardly have whipped her wedding dress up and stuck it to her in the church. Nor would it have been proper to disappear from the reception prematurely. But she couldn't help her seething frustration.
The hotter she got, the more the big gray mongrel squirmed as he snuffled along in her scented wake, inhaling the aroma of her hot cunt. His nostrils flared and he whined.
His red cock was jutting from his furry cock sheath.
Nancy came to a wooden bench and sat down, with a sigh. How long would she have to wait? It was bad enough already, but as soon as the reception was over, they would be leaving on their honeymoon. Nancy's older brother had invited them to his lodge for the honeymoon, as a wedding present. Nancy was looking forward to the trip, too--only it meant a two-hour drive before they got there, another delay before she lost her hated cherry.
She wriggled on the bench, her pussy simmering and juicing. She hoped that she wasn't getting any visible cunt juice stains on her white wedding gown. She could feel trickles of the warm seepage running down her inner thighs.
She wondered if she should frig herself off.
It seemed an insane thing to have to do on her wedding day, yet finger-fucking would bring her relief, of sorts, taking the immediate pressure off and probably putting her in a better mood. She knew that she would be horny again by the time she and Ricky finally got to bed.
She grinned sheepishly, mildly embarrassed by her own uncontrollable passion. But frequent frigging had kept her a virgin up until now, and she guessed that one last hand-job wouldn't be a bad idea.
She looked around to make sure that there was no one else wandering in the garden--and she failed to see the stealthy gray dog that was watching her from the bushes, his amber eyes glowing and his long, red tongue lolling out, drooling heavily as he panted. The brute's massive prick was fully hard by this time. The slick red cock-knob had come squeezing out from the drawn-back sheath, a slab of naked cockmeat that throbbed violently. His prick was thick and rigid, and his balls were swollen with jism. He whimpered softly, but waited warily, as if he somehow sensed that he was about to do something wrong.
Blushing guiltily, Nancy drew the hem of her wedding dress up above her waist. Her tiny, sexy panties were plastered to her groin, the crotch-band dragged right up into her cunt gash as if by the suction of her pussy. A few curly wisps of cunt hair looped out on either side.
She gazed down into her groin, blonde hair cascading across her cheeks as she lowered her head. She could see the outline of her clit poking out against the silken material. She tucked her thumbs under the elastic waistband and, hiking her ass up from the bench, squirmed sinuously as she dragged the panties over her hips and down her legs.
Her panties were sopping wet with pussy cream and, not wanting to risk having them drip on her gown, Nancy flicked her wrist and tossed them away from the bench--and, as it happened, toward the bushes where the horny hound lurked.
The soaking bikini panties fluttered to the ground, so heavy with cunt juice that they made a moist, splashing sound when they landed.
The dog crept forward stealthily, following the exciting aroma that poured from the discarded garment. His haunches were low to the ground and he advanced, squirming, as if he were stalking those perfumed panties.
Nancy would have spotted the beast then, as he crept from concealment, except that her eyelashes were lowered as she gazed down at her cunt. It always amazed her to see how juicy her pussy got when she was turned on. Her pink cuntlips were unfolded, her cunt slit opening into an open slot and that slot flooded with pearly pussy nectar. Her clit was standing out like a little pink log in a swamp.
Normally, when she gave herself a hand-job, Nancy liked to take her time, lingering over the preliminaries and making the pleasure last. But this evening she simply wanted to get it over with, to cum quickly so that she could return to the reception before anyone began to wonder where she was and--dreadful thought--came looking for her and found her with her fingers jammed up her cunt.
That would sure shock them, she thought wryly.
She dipped both hands down into her crotch and began to rub her cunt with the steady strokes that she knew from long experience would soon have her creaming. She stroked her unfurled cuntlips and rubbed her fiery clit. Pussy nectar filled her gash and lathered her groin, ribbons of the pearly cunt cream running down and soaking into the tight crack of her ass.
Tilting one wrist, she began to finger-fuck up into her cunt hole with steadily frigging strokes while she brushed her swollen clit with the other hand. Her ass wriggled on the wooden seat and her lush lips jerked in a screwing motion as she pumped her pussy onto her stiff fingers. More juice bubbled from her fuck-hole and the horny virgin bride began to shudder spasmodically.
She was moaning and panting heavily--which was why she failed to hear the loud slurping sounds that were coming from where she had tossed her panties.
The dog was dining deliciously on those dewy, discarded delectables.
Nancy was soaring to the crest. Her cunt hole sucked on her fingers, and her clit was starting to detonate, setting off a further explosion in the core of her cunt.
"Oh--ohhhh!" she moaned.
Waves of release coursed across her slim belly and shot through her thighs, coming closer together as she neared the peak of her passion.
As the flow from her pussy got hotter and thicker and creamier, it also became more fragrant and compelling to her mongrel admirer. The cunt-hungry brute had been well satisfied with her panties, his long, nimble tongue slurping the cunt juice from the crotchband, but now he was inhaling a wildly tantalizing fragrance that wafted to his snout on the cool evening air.
The dog clamped his white-fanged jaws possessively on the slobber-soaked bikini panties and raised his head. With her panties festooning his jowls like some decorative and festive bunting on a hairy float, the horny hound raised his head and gazed longingly at the girl.
Nancy whimpered, both hands busy, hovering at the heights. A spasm shook her nubile loins, then another. She finger-fucked herself through the rippling tides of her orgasm and, drained, slumped back along the bench.
Her eyelashes fluttered and then she frowned.
Shit, she thought.
It was one of those days when a single climax wasn't enough, when creaming once only made her hot to cream again. Her pussy was still hot and she sighed, resigned to the fact that she would simply have to frig herself off a second time.
Then she realized that she was being watched!
CHAPTER TWO
Some sixth sense might have warned Nancy, or perhaps she was simply more aware of her surroundings now that she had creamed--but she knew without doubt that she was being observed. She jerked upright, blushing furiously, mortified, wondering how long the watcher had been present and how much of her disgraceful behavior he had seen.
She started to pull her white wedding dress down demurely over her naked loins, seeing, as she did so, a pair of big amber eyes gazing at her. They were low to the ground. Had the watcher sunk to his knees out of reverence for the sight of her pussy?
Or collapsed out of shock?
Then she saw it was only a dog.
Nancy sighed with enormous relief as she realized that her audience was no more than a curious canine. It was sort of embarrassing to know that even a dumb animal had witnessed her self-abuse, but it was a hell of a lot better than if it had been one of the wedding guests or the gardener or--horror of horrors--her prim and proper mother-in-law!
"Go away--shoo!" she hissed, wanting to be left alone so she could frig off in privacy.
The dog cocked his head inquisitively.
Something was swinging from his jaw, Nancy noticed. And then, shocked, she realized that the shaggy mutt had been chewing on her panties.
"You naughty dog!" she admonished, wondering how she could put the panties back on now that they were all slippery with his doggy-slobber. His mouth opened and the soiled garment fell to the ground at his feet.
Then Nancy noticed his tongue.
That long, heavy lapper was hanging out, all slathered with the cunt juice he had lapped up from the crotchband of her dainty panties. And it was the most natural thing in the world for the randy virgin to wonder just what that meaty tongue would feel like slapping at her cunt. She stared at him, trembling.
The brute gazed back hopefully.
Holy shit! What am I thinking? Nancy asked herself, shocked at the depraved idea that so abruptly leaped into her fevered mind. I couldn't let a dog lick my cunt. I just couldn't.
Could I?
The dog was whimpering and yelping softly, all eager and trembling as he awaited her command. Nancy's eyes were glued to his useful-looking tongue, and her cuntlips were fluttering as if anticipating that wet lapper.
Would it be so really naughty? Yeah, it would sure be naughty--especially on my wedding day.
Yet that was the whole trouble, she realized. Because it was her wedding day and her cunt was still cherry and her husband was ignoring her--and she was so damned horny.
She shook her head, dazed by her own dark desire. Well, it was only a dog, a tongue, she reasoned. It wouldn't be as if she were cheating on her beloved husband or anything, not as if she were losing her virginity. And if it made her feel better, she wouldn't be so cross with Ricky, and she'd be able to wait in a cheerful mood.
Nancy was still holding the hem of her wedding dress up, as she had when she was about to drag it down and conceal her loins. Now, her hands shaking slightly, she pulled it back up above her hips.
Having the grace to blush, Nancy smiled at the dog.
"Here, boy," she called, softly.
She slowly ran her fingertips up the inside of her thigh and then stroked her soaking cunt slot and flicked her fingers against her swollen clit.
The dog snapped to taut attention, his head thrusting out as if pointing out a quail for a hunter's gun--or a pussy for his own meaty weapon.
"C'mon, you dumb mutt," she urged.
She spread her cuntlips open with her fingers, releasing a fragrant stream from her inner cunt folds. The dog's nostrils flared and he cocked his head. He was trembling violently. He took one step toward the girl, then halted again, hesitant and uncertain--as if he couldn't believe his good luck.
"Damn it, get over here!" Nancy hissed, wanting to get the job done before anyone came looking for her. "You wanna lap my cunt, fella? C'mon--get that big, wet tongue working on my fuck-hole!"
Following his nose, the gray mongrel advanced, his haunches lowered and moving stealthily, as if he were stalking a juicy bunny rabbit. His hindquarters squirmed. His prick was jutting out so long and hard that the brute was almost stepping around the pounding prick, and his balls were so bloated that his hind legs were bowed out.
Nancy gave her pussy another rub, but then she jerked her hand away, not wanting to risk creaming from a hand-job when the dog's tongue was available.
The beast was close to her now. She could hear his panting breath hiss in and out and feel it waft onto her knees. She slid down on the bench, her trim ass perched on the very edge and her long, sleek legs trailing to the ground. Her thighs were parted and she tilted her slim belly upward, presenting her steaming pussy.
The dog hunkered down and shoved his snout out. His cold black nose sniffed at the inside of her thigh, then his lapper slid out and he licked at the sun-blemished flesh. The loose skin wrinkled over his shaggy brow as he stared up at the girl, looking eager but nervous.
"Dog-yummies," Nancy purred, jerking her hips.
A trickle of cunt cream slowly slid down her leg, unwinding like a pearly ribbon. The dog yelped and his heavy red tongue slurped the spillage up eagerly. Starting near the inside of her knee, he began to lick his way up her thigh, following the trail of overflowing pussy cream.
He rumbled deep in his throat and his haunches jerked and quivered as his sensitive nostrils drew closer to the source of her tantalizing fragrance. He snuffled and whined, his nose flaring as he inhaled the delicious scent of cunt.
Nancy gave her belly a thrust, lifting her streaming pussy higher and shoving down toward the dog's muzzle as if offering him some juicy meal in a hairy bowl.
"C'mon, you son of a bitch!" she rasped impatiently--and accurately, as well.
Any inhibitions that the virgin bride might have had had melted away in the flaming inferno of her desire. She was desperate to feel the beast's nimble tongue lapping at her fiery pussy.
Her lush thighs spread wider and her ass ground on the edge of the bench. Her cunt slot was open in a wide oval, revealing the darker, inner folds, all streaked with pussy juice. Cunt juice was spilling heavily from her pussy gash and running down her crotch, seeping into the right crack of her ass and soaking the bench under her.
The gray mongrel yelped. His lips curled back from his gleaming fangs in a sort of snarl, intimidatingly. But the last thing that horny hound wanted to do was to bite that succulent pussy. His amber eyes glowed and his hot breath billowed up into Nancy's cunt. Her clit stirred in that heated breeze.
The brute thrust his snout out and his cold nose bumped against her cunt.
His tongue slid out and ran upwards, dragging through the slot between her unfurled cuntlips and whipping against her clit. It flipped on up and rustled in her blonde pussy thicket.
The brute yelped gleefully. His blunt head sank down and he ran his tongue into the crack of her ass, where cunt juice had seeped into the tight crevice between those firm ass cheeks. Lifting his muzzle, tongue dragging, the dog slurped up from her ass crack and on through her steaming cunt slot and across her clit.
"Oh!" Nancy gasped, as that meaty lapper stirred through her creamy cunt. Then she moaned and shuddered with the pure joy of it.
Letting an animal lick her cunt was naughty, she knew--but it was all the more exciting simply because it was so naughty. Nancy was starting to pant like a dog, herself, as her pussy steamed on his wet tongue.
The mutt's first laps had been tentative and experimental. Now he began to slurp away with unbridled enthusiasm. His broad gray head bobbed up and down as his tongue glided fluidly through her creamy cunt gash. He slapped the meaty lapper into her pussy slot, then stiffened it and shoved it right up beside her hot cunt hole. She wailed with rapture. The brute's tongue felt huge and hot as it slithered up into her cherry pussy.
The mongrel licked at her unfolded cuntlips, laved her tingling clit, then shoved his tongue back up into her smoldering fuck-hole. He tongue-fucked in and out. Her pussy was so wet that his lapper was splashing in her creamy tide as it whipped into the overflowing cunt slot.
Nancy's trim ass churned on the bench. Her slim belly pumped in a screwing motion as she ground her gooey pussy down onto the animal's eager muzzle. Her nubile, pneumatic hips jerked from side to side. Her lovely face turned and tipped back, strawberry-blonde hair tumbling over her cheeks. Her face was a mask of lust, eyes narrowed and lips parted. Her tits heaved up in her bodice as she panted heavily.
She had abandoned herself to passion--a wicked wanton woman wearing a chaste white wedding gown.
The dog's lapper slapped steadily into her pussy. Dog-slobber dribbled into her open cunt slot, blending with her creamy cunt goo. Streaks of pussy slime trickled down the brute's hairy muzzle and, as his fat tongue whipped in, more of the pearly slime sprayed out, soaking her belly and cunt bush and thighs.
The dog yelped and whimpered with wild enthusiasm. She was so wet now that his tongue was floating as it slid into her pussy slot. Her cuntlips sucked on his meaty lapper and her clit flared against his taste buds, driving the beast even wilder. He thrust in as if he were trying to bury his whole head up into that flowing fuck-hole.
Nancy gazed down over the rise of her heaving tits, her eyes narrowed, watching the dog's big, blunt head wallow around in her smoldering crotch.
The psychological thrill was almost as great as the hot physical sensation. I'm getting my cunt licked by a fucking doggy, she thought. And I adore it!
The brute ducked down and wedged his soaking lapper into the crack of her ass again, gathering up the seepage from that aromatic tunnel. Nancy hiked up higher and his tongue slid into the tight brown bud of her shit hole. She squirmed on his muzzle as he lapped at her asshole.
His tongue slowly dragged back into her crotch, then slid up and lay on her cunt mound for a moment, like some moist pink serpent basking in a sunny glen. Cunt juice had pooled in the middle of his fat lapper and dribbled from the upcurled edges, matting her blonde cunt bush.
Nancy clamped her sleek thighs around the beast's head, holding him close, pulling his snout into her pussy. Then she threw her legs wide open again, giving the dog free rein to wallow in her crotch.
Her eyes glazed, her lips trembled. The waves of bliss were starting to run across her loins and shoot on up her trembling thighs.
Gonna cream, she thought.
The flow from her fuck-hole was getting hotter and thicker and creamier as her cunt juice heated to girl-cum. He jammed his snout in, grinding his flaring nose in her pussy as his nimble tongue spooned up the steaming flow. His muzzle was all streaked with her juices and the stuff poured out onto his tongue like melted pearls on a red cushion.
The jolts of joy rushed through Nancy's virgin pussy, coming faster, the peaks higher. Her clit detonated and her cunt melted. Then the rippling waves were merging into one dynamic crest and the sex-crazed girl was whimpering like a bitch in heat.
She jerked spasmodically as the last sweet spasm ripped through her. Her pussy bubbled like a fountain and the mongrel lapped it up ravenously, all his bestial sexual instincts raging.
Nancy whimpered and sank back along the bench, dazed by her climax. Her eyelashes fluttered and a contented smile turned up her sensual lips. The dog was still slurping merrily away, mopping her cunt muff and lapping up the last tasty drops from her groin. His hot, wet tongue still felt lovely even after she had finished creaming, and Nancy lay back and enjoyed it for a few more minutes.
She would have liked to linger there and cream his tongue again. But she knew she had better return to the reception. She got up with a sigh.
The mongrel raised his head, his jaw dripping like that of a wolf standing over a carcass. He eyed Nancy expectantly.
Nancy smiled affectionately at the obedient mutt, leaning down to stroke his head. His brow furrowed and he whimpered, rubbing against her hand. His haunches were jerking and his bushy tail switched about.
Nancy hadn't even thought about the other half of the favor. She should have, having jerked off lots of horny young men to keep them content as she kept her cherry.
But this was only a dog.
Then the dog jumped up...
CHAPTER THREE
The dog's haunches heaved and he bounded up, planting one front paw on either side of Nancy's nubile hips. He was looking into her face. His tongue lolled out and girl-cum dangled in slimy strings from his jowls. There was an almost human look of pleading in his amber eyes.
Nancy was afraid that dog-slobber and cunt-juice were going to drip onto her wedding dress, and she pushed the brute's head away--but gently, feeling very tender towards the mutt for the pleasure he had so willingly given her.
He yelped and humped. His huge, stiff prick loomed up over her slim belly.
The red slab of his naked cockhead bulged out from the hairy sheath, throbbing and pulsating. The dog's piss hole was gaping open and the globs of pre-cum had oozed out, slathering his prick-knob like whipped cream on a plum.
Nancy realized that there was danger of soiling her gown with more incriminating evidence than doggy-drool and cunt cream--that his flaring cockhead was liable to start dripping, or worse, shoot off all over her tits.
"Get down, boy," she rasped, shoving at him.
The brute whined and slid lower, but instead of hopping down from the bench he wrapped his front legs around her thigh and began to hump her leg.
"Stop that--get away!" she demanded.
But the sight of his huge, pounding prick thrilled the girl. She stared at his cockhead as if mesmerized. But then she snapped out of it, knowing that if the dumb brute got his rocks off in that position, his fuck-juice was going to squirt up all over her white bodice. Those creamy stains would be hard to explain when she went back inside.
She grasped the beast by the scruff of his neck and dragged him from her thigh. He hopped down then, his head hanging, looking dejected.
"Sorry, doggy," Nancy apologized, feeling selfish and cruel for having gotten the poor brute so worked up and then leaving him frustrated.
But what else could she do?
If he had been a guy, she would have been glad to jerk him off, but he was only a dog, and the innocent virgin couldn't possibly frig off a dog.
Could she?
Since he was only a dumb brute, having paws instead of hands, he couldn't very well beat his own meat. And it seemed really terrible of her to ignore his pitiful condition. He looked so forlorn and despondent.
And his prick was so big and hard that the palms of her hands were tingling.
Oh, it's too naughty--I mustn't, she told herself, shaking her head as if to clear it of unholy impulses.
Hardening her heart to the brute's plight, Nancy stood up from the bench and started to retrieve her abandoned panties--although she knew that they were much too soggy to put back on and would have to be thrown away.
But the dog came trotting at her heels, sniffing at her ass, his massive hard-on swinging under him like the boom of a sailing ship.
Nancy hesitated, with a troublesome thought. What if the dog wouldn't stop following her? Hell, she couldn't very well return to the reception with a horny hound trotting at her heels, his bloated cockhead dripping pre-cum on the carpet.
It dawned on Nancy that she had no choice. She had to jack the beast off or risk disgrace. It wasn't as if she really wanted to, she assured herself, although she couldn't deny that the idea was exciting nor that the palms of her hands were itching for a feel of that throbbing cockmeat.
She did owe the dog a favor and, being a dog, there was no way he could tell anyone what she had done. And, all in all, Nancy convinced herself that there was nothing else that she could possibly do under the circumstances.
Nancy made up her mind that she had to do what she wanted to do, anyhow.
She decided to jack off the dog.
Turning, she bent down to stroke his head. The beast squirmed and wriggled, winding around her legs. Nancy was wondering how to go about it. She knew how to jack guys off and figured that the hand motion would be the same with a dog, but she was wondering about the position. When she frigged off a guy, it was usually in a car--and she had always opened her blouse so that his jism spurted onto her tits and didn't soil her clothing. But she couldn't very well take her wedding dress off here in the garden, and she was concerned that the dog's spunk might squirt all over the place. His balls certainly looked loaded.
She figured it would be best to pump his prick from behind, so that his cock was aimed away from her and his jism could shoot harmlessly onto the ground.
She walked back to the bench with the beast yapping and yelping expectantly, as if he had sensed the change in her attitude. She grabbed his neck and yanked him up so that his front paws were on the bench as they had been before, but without sitting down, herself.
He arched his neck, looking back inquisitively. His flanks rippled and his hindquarters bucked, shoving his enormous cock up before his belly.
Nancy drew her wedding gown up above the waist, worried about grass stains as well as dog-cum. She knelt down behind the dog as he angled up onto the bench. She stroked his flanks and haunches, and he whimpered. She pressed her belly up against his quivering ass and his bushy tail began to wag, whipping around between her legs.
It was a strange and pleasant sensation to have a dog's tail flailing her pussy, and Nancy wriggled around, rubbing her cunt against the hairy appendage.
Then she reached around his flank and dipped her hand into his groin from behind. She cupped his swollen balls, squeezing gently and lifting them slightly in her palm, as if weighing his cum-load. His hairy ball sacs ballooned and she thought that she could hear his jism sloshing around in the bags as his balls tightened inside the loose skin.
It was making her horny again.
She shoved her belly up and, thighs rippling, rubbed her creamy cunt gash up and down along the raised ridge of the dog's backbone, riding him like a horse. Cunt-seepage slimed down his hairy gray flanks.
Yelping, the beast humped frantically, stabbing his prick in and out at an upward angle. Nancy whipped her pussy along his spine a few more times, loving the feel of that hairy back between her thighs. But she was being selfish again, she knew. Now it was his turn.
"Wanna cum, boy?" she whispered, leaning down to speak into his ear.
The she knelt behind the brute again. Her hand caressed his balls and she was thrilled at how huge they were. The thought of emptying those big balls and seeing all of his hot, thick dog-jizz shoot out was really turning Nancy on. She was damned near as excited about it as the dog was.
She leaned down past his haunches so that she could gaze under him. Her hand slid up from his balls and folded around the thick hilt of his long, hairy cockshaft. She held his prick lightly, enjoying the way that his rock-hard fucker was throbbing.
She skimmed her fist up and down, just brushing her palm lightly over his prick. The brute yelped and began to hump vigorously, his whole body vibrating, his bushy tail dragging between her legs.
Nancy tightened her grip and stroked his prick again. As her fist pulled up, his hairy cock sheath rolled over his prick-knob like a carpet, and as she pumped back towards his balls she skinned his cockhead. It loomed out in a great wedge of slick red cockmeat.
More pre-cum squeezed from his piss hole and trickled down the slope of his cock-knob and onto his prickshaft. Gooey drops welled up in the web between her thumb and forefinger and her fist slid more fluidly now that the brute's hard cockstalk was lubricated by his seepage.
The animal jerked frantically, fucking through Nancy's fist so fast that his prick was a blur. Her tits pressed to his haunches as she leaned closer, her fascinated eyes glued onto his cockhead. Nancy always loved to see a guy's jism spurt out, and the very idea of pumping the spunk out of a dog's balls was driving her wild.
His balls swung in and out like the dewlap of a rutting moose, slapping against the heel of her hand as she pulled back on his prick. Those fat balls were so full of fuck-juice that they whacked against her like a blackjack, with a dull thud.
"Cum, doggy--" she moaned.
She jerked back as he shoved his prick out through her fist, the angry red cock-knob gleaming.
Nancy sniffed, inhaling the musky, gamey aroma of the dog's cockmeat along with the starchy fragrance of his dribbling pre-cum. Her head spun. Nancy was yearning for the magic moment when the brute's massive cock exploded in her fist and his cum hosed from his piss hole.
"Shoot--slime for me," she whimpered. "Oooh--let me watch you cream!"
Her cunt was bubbling as his tail lashed around in her groin. The dog's tail was soaking with Nancy's overflow, and cunt juice was running down her thighs again. She grabbed the tip of his tail with her free hand and began to wipe it back and forth through her crotch, as if she were drying her cunt on a hairy towel--but instead of drying it, she only spread the pussy-juice.
Yanking his tail through her crotch, she pumped his cock faster, her fist flying up and down on the slimy prickshaft. The iron-hard rod of his prick pulsed hotly. His cock was so stiff now that it was almost humming like a tuning fork.
The brute tossed his head back, eyes gleaming, teeth bared, howling like a wolf.
"Yeah--yeah--blow it out, boy!" Nancy wailed, feeling his prick expand toward the creamy crest and knowing that he was ready to get his rocks off.
The dog shot his cum-load.
As Nancy frigged back on his prick, his cum-load came rushing up the hard cockrod and a jet of jism sped from his frantically pounding prickhead.
Dog-cum shot out over the back of the bench in a long trajectory, splattering onto the ground.
Nancy wailed with lust.
She pumped his prick again and a second foaming deluge of cum hosed from his prick-knob, spraying out in all directions. The dog was going crazy, humping and heaving and howling as Nancy pumped away, draining his balls.
Cum spouted from his cockhead, great creamy lumps of the stuff rising into the air like creamy clouds, then falling heavily back onto the bench and the ground. She jerked back, and yet another thick geyser of cum rose in a foaming column, hanging suspended for a moment, then falling back to earth, thick globs bouncing like quicksilver.
Nancy thought that the potent brute was never going to stop cumming.
His balls seemed bottomless, his energy boundless, his prick undrainable. Dog-cum was coiling out in slimy ropes, as thick as condensed milk. Her hand was sopping wet with warm jism as she frigged happily away.
The dog yelped, and at long last, his prick stopped spurting. He stood rigid, panting, as Nancy kept jacking on his prick, pumping out the last of his fuck-juice in a trickle.
His cock began to soften and sag.
Nancy stroked his prick a few more times to make sure that she had milked him dry. She was still yanking his tail through her crotch and wriggling sensually about as the hairy thing slid through her open cunt slot.
She stopped pumping and held his diminishing prick for a moment, squeezing gently. Then she drew her hand away--and saw that she had a problem.
Her hand was slathered with dog-cum and her other hand, which had been dragging the beast's tail through her cunt slot, was all drenched with pussy juice.
And she had nothing on which to wipe them dry.
She glanced toward her discarded panties, but they were so wet with cunt juice and dog-slobber that they wouldn't be absorbent. She wiped her palm on the dog's heaving flank, but the gooey cum was plastered between her fingers, starting to congeal. She couldn't get her hand clean--and how could she lower her wedding gown with slimy hands?
Nancy sat back on her heels, the white gown spreading out on the grass. She looked at her hand and began to smile ruefully. She saw there was only one solution.
Nancy brought her creamy hand up to her lips and began to lick up the dog-cum.
Holy shit, she thought. The fucking stuff is delicious!
Her explosion was of amazement, for a moment. Then it subtly changed to excitement, as the naughty bride thrilled to the knowledge of her own depravity.
Although she had jerked lots of guys off, she had never tasted cum before. Now she was discovering that the stuff was scrumptious. She adored the taste and the texture as it made her taste buds tingle.
I'm so naughty, she thought.
Yet, she didn't feel at all ashamed of her behavior. It was too exciting for her to be embarrassed. She lowered her radiant face and, looking demure and chaste in her wedding gown, she lapped up the dog-cum from her cupped palm like a kitten slurping at a saucer of cream. She let the gooey drops run around on her tongue, relishing the flavor. Then her slender throat pulsed delicately as she swallowed.
The dog was staring at her, his tongue hanging out as if he were laughing.
Nancy wedged her tongue between her fingers, licking the congealing dog-jizz out. Then she bunched her fingers together and slid them into her mouth. She pushed them in and out as if they were a cock she was sucking.
She brought her other hand up to her mouth and lapped up her own cunt cream, finding that the taste of pussy was delicious, as well.
With both hands licked clean, Nancy sat back in the grass, looking a bit stunned. Then she giggled, amused by her own wanton behavior, feeling deliciously depraved.
If jism was so succulent, lapped up second hand, she could imagine what it would be like to swallow a full cum-load right out of a spurting prick!
Married now--although still regrettably a virgin--Nancy was looking forward to giving her first blow-job.
To her husband, presumably.
But it was dog-cock that captured her imagination...
CHAPTER FOUR
Two hours later, Nancy was still a virgin--and still horny and hungry for cock.
She sat beside Ricky as they drove off on their honeymoon, a just-married sign on the back of the car. It was a two-hour drive to her brother's mountain lodge, and Nancy was squirming about on the passenger seat. Her cunt was smoldering like a burning ember between her thighs, and she could still taste the lingering flavor of the dog's cum on her tongue.
Her gaze went to her husband's well-packed crotch and she licked her lips. She wanted to ask him to pull over to the side of the road and fuck her silly right there in the car, but she didn't suppose it would be a good idea. She had waited this long, and it would probably be better to finally lose her hated cherry in the comfort of a bed, rather than in the awkward confines of the car.
She placed her hand on Ricky's muscular thigh and rubbed up and down.
Ricky grinned.
Her hand slid higher and his prick began to swell in his pants. Nancy had jacked him off many times during their courtship, and if she wanted to play with his prick while he drove, it was fine with him. He hiked his belly up, keeping both hands on the steering wheel and his eyes on the road.
Nancy cupped his bloated balls, fondling them through his trousers, then ran her hand up and down the bulging length of his stiffening cock.
"Shall I take it out?" she whispered.
He nodded, thinking that getting his manual marital rights would make the trip exciting--one last hand-job before, as man and wife, they got down to the business of serious fucking.
Nancy squeezed his prick through his pants, feeling it pulse and jolt. She slowly drew the clasp of his zipper down, then fumbled with his belt buckle and opened it. His fly gaped open, the flaps spreading into a wedge. He was wearing white nylon briefs, and the stretchy material was molded around the contours of his hard-on. His cockhead flared and his thick cockrod pulsed. Nancy gazed adoringly down into his groin, thrilled that his big cock and balls were now legally hers, that furtive finger-fucking would no longer be necessary.
Ricky was expecting another hand-job, but Nancy had other ideas.
Looking like the ghost of a cock encased in the white shroud of his briefs, his cockmeat bucked vigorously, dragging the elastic waistband out from his flat belly. Moaning, Nancy ran her fingertips up the underside of his cockrod, feeling the thick ventral vein pulse.
A dark, sticky patch began to spread out where his cockhead ballooned in his briefs as his piss hole began to spill out drops of pre-cum.
Nancy licked her lips hungrily. With the taste of dog-cum still on her tongue, she was ravenous for Ricky's foaming cum-load. Her expression was demure, eyes lowered as she leaned over his loins, but her face was flushed with a sexual glow. She had never sucked Ricky's cock--or anyone's cock for that matter, but Nancy knew for a certainty that she was going to simply adore having a mouthful of hot, hard prickmeat followed by the delicious dessert of his fuck-juice when he creamed.
She blew on his prick-knob and that bloated slab flared, almost ripping through his nylon briefs. The moist patch spreading from his pisshole grew larger.
Nancy ducked down and her pink tongue slid out. She licked at the bulb of his nylon-sheathed cock.
Ricky gasped, glancing down in surprise. Then he grinned. He'd been hoping that his chaste, cherry bride would turn out to be a cock-sucker.
Her tongue slipped around on the cock-bulge and she made a little, moist purring sound. Filtered through his briefs, his pre-cum wasn't as hot and thick as the dog's had been, but her mouth was watering, anyhow. She was looking forward to a long suck on his cockmeat, lingering lovingly over her first blow-job, and then swallowing every drop of his cum. She still had to wait awhile before she lost her fucking cherry, but there was no reason on earth why she couldn't gladly lose the virginity of her mouth.
She licked and blew on his prick as it bucked and lurched frantically, stretching the nylon. Then she pulled the waistband out wide and dragged it down, tucking the elastic under his balls. His cock stood up stiffly.
The car began to sway around on the road, although he still had both hands on the steering wheel. So much blood was rushing into his hard-on that Ricky was starting to feel rather light-headed, dizzy with desire.
Nancy stared at his prick for a few moments. She glanced up at his grinning face, gazing through fluttering eyelashes, looking as innocent and demure as a girl could look when she was poised over a prick and licking her lips in anticipation.
"Want a blow-job, darling?" she whispered.
"Yeah!" Ricky enthused.
"Shall I lick your cock, Ricky? Ummmm? Shall suck it for you, darling? Ooooh, I'm so hot--I'm hungry for your big prick."
Ricky's balls were swelling enormously and his cock was bucking like a bronco in response to Nancy's provocative words and the proximity of her mouth.
Strawberry-blonde hair fell over his loins as Nancy leaned down and touched the tip of her tongue against the head of his bloated prick. She took a single lick and drew back, sighing as the meaty flavor of hot prickmeat registered on her tingling taste buds.
She licked at his oozing pricktip again, purring. Cockmeat was as delicious as she had thought it would be, and his frothy pre-cum was yummy. She began to slide her lapper all over his big, purple prick-knob. She slurped at the slopes and tongued his piss hole. She licked up his pre-cum and her saliva poured down his cock as she slobbered hungrily.
Ricky glanced down, watching her moist, pink tongue flutter on his pricktip, bathing his hot cockhead with frothy slobber. He humped up from the seat, sliding his prick-knob against her lips, trying to slip it into her mouth.
But Nancy wasn't ready to suck his cock yet. This was her first blow-job and she wanted to sample the varieties and linger over the preliminaries, experimenting and practicing. With the very first lick, Nancy knew that she was simply going to adore sucking cock and drinking cum and, although she was looking forward to milking him off, she was in no hurry for that creamy conclusion.
Tilting her face, she slid down and began to tongue his bloated balls. Ballmeat tasted subtly different than the meat of his cockhead, musky and tart. She could feel his cum-load shift inside his balls as she ran her flattened tongue over them with slurping strokes.
She curled her tongue out at the base of his cockshaft and dragged it slowly up the length of that iron-hard rod, tracing along the pulsing ventral vein. At the top of the stroke, she flashed the tip of her lapper against the sensitive spot where his fat cock-knob loomed out from his cockshaft and the dark vein spread into the delta of his cockhead.
Blonde head bobbing, she licked up and down his cockshaft, her tongue switching against the veined underside of his prick and then fluttering at the bottom of his bulging cockhead.
More pre-cum oozed from his cleft and washed down his cock-knob, and Nancy lapped it up, whimpering as the creamy goo sparked on her taste buds and whetted her appetite for the full load of his bloated balls.
"Yummy," she moaned, licking at his slimy prick-knob.
"Suck it, honey," Ricky croaked. "Suck my cock, Nancy--suck me off!"
"Ummm--ahhhh!" she sighed, as her lapper whipped on his fat cockhead with fluid strokes.
She drew back to gaze at his prick for a moment, her eyes crossing as she turned her vision in upon his flaring cockhead. Her saliva was steaming from his cockmeat and goo from his piss hole streaked her saliva. The hungry girl was drooling like a gourmet gazing at a feast.
Her head ducked down again. She kissed the tip of his cock and then slowly let her lips part around it, feeding the slick slab into her mouth.
Ricky groaned as that sensual maw enveloped his cockhead. He took one hand from the steering wheel and placed it behind her lowered blonde head, gently urging her to bob up and down on his prick.
Her lips collared his cockshaft just behind the knob, turning outwards. Her cheeks hollowed in as she sucked on his meaty purple cockhead. Her lovely face was radiant with joy. Sucking on a mouthful of prickmeat was even more fun than licking the succulent fucker, she thought.
She nursed adoringly on his cockhead, saliva dribbling from the oval of her lips and trickling down his cockstalk. She turned her head from side to side, winding her lips around on his prick like a nut onto a bolt, adding the friction of torque to the suction.
"Ummm--ummm--ummm!" she purred as she sucked with rapture on his delicious cock, loving the taste, adoring the texture, thrilled by the way his sweet cockmeat was throbbing in her mouth.
She began to bob her head up and down, feeding more of his cockshaft into her face each time she slid down. Cock-sucking seemed to come naturally to the horny bride. Without any previous practice or training or experience, she knew instinctively just how to suck cock.
As she dragged her mouth up his prickshaft, her lips turned outwards, sucking on every precious inch. His prick was almost pulling her mouth inside out as it withdrew. She sucked up to his swollen cock-knob, nursed on that tasty slab for a moment, then ducked down and gorged on his cockstalk. Her lips slid all the way to the root of his prick, plastered at the hairy hilt. Her chin was brushing against his balls and her nose nestled in his wiry crotch hair.
Ricky began to hump up from the car seat, fucking into her mouth as if it were a cunt. Nancy met his thrusts in counterpoint, her head coming down as his prick surged up and taking him balls-deep into her mouth. Her blonde hair fell in a curtain over his loins as her lips plastered around the root of his cock and every inch of his long fucker vanished into her mouth.
She gagged as Ricky's gigantic cockhead clogged her throat, but she took it willingly, held it buried for a moment, then slowly pulled back up.
"Ummmm," she sighed, sucking up to his prick-knob and nursing hungrily on the fat slab.
Ricky was shaking violently now, nearing the peak. The car was veering about on the country road, racing as if the engine were in sympathetic vibration with the plunging piston of the driver's prick as it fucked into Nancy's mouth. He looked down at her bobbing head, looked at the road, glanced down again, watching his thick cock disappear into her mouth as he face-fucked her frantically.
Nancy pulled her lips up to the dripping tip of his cockhead and, as if speaking into a microphone, whimpered: "Cum, Ricky--spunk my mouth, darling--" She went down and gulped as his cock-knob flared in her throat. Then she drew back up. "Cream my fucking face--hose my mouth, Ricky--I want your hot, thick jism!"
Her lips stirred on his cockhead as she spoke right against that bubbling, steaming slab, exciting Ricky by her erotic words almost as much as she was exciting him by the actions of her magic mouth.
"Shoot for me, darling," she gurgled. "I'm so fucking hungry for your jism. Ohhhh, Ricky--use my fucking mouth for a fuck-hole!"
Her head slammed down in a swirl of strawberry-blonde tresses, and she gave a muffled gasp as his cockhead jammed in her gullet again. Ricky thrust upward, grinding his buried fucker deeply into her throat.
"Gonna cum, baby!" he cried.
"Yeah--yeah--yeah!" she whined, desperate to drink his cum-load, yearning for the thrill of feeling his huge prick explode in her mouth.
"Here it comes!" Ricky howled.
Nancy collared his cockhead and sucked as his balls erupted and the thick jism came spurting up his vibrant cockstalk and burst from his piss hole in a creamy deluge. The sweet slime skimmed over her flashing tongue, driving her taste buds wild, and poured down her throat. His jism warmed her belly like a fine cognac.
He shot again on the recoil, spurting a gooey wad of cum into her cheek, then creamed again as he plowed back into her throat and spilled his fuck-juice right down her gullet. Her head flew up and down, milking and sucking, gasping and gurgling as she swallowed his delicious jizz.
"More--don't stop--cum more!" she wailed.
Her tongue flashed against the sliding underside of his prick as her lips pulled and dragged adoringly on his cum-spurting cockhead. His cock gushed into her mouth and he whitewashed her tonsils with great slimy coils of jism.
Nancy sucked and swallowed, swallowed and sucked in a cum-drinker's rapture. She was gulping his cock cream down as fast as she could, but his massive cum-load was too much for her to swallow. Cum overflowed her sucking lips and poured back down his cockstalk, onto his balls. Then her face slammed down and she slurped the overflow back up.
Her mouth was full of cum. Each time she swallowed, Ricky fed her some more. Cum swirled through her teeth, billowed in her indented cheeks, clung to the arched roof of her mouth like stalactites. Her tongue was floating in a sea of slime like a pliable pink raft bobbing around in a swamp. She sucked so hard that she seemed to be trying to inhale his cock right down into her lungs.
A final spurt gushed onto her tongue and Ricky groaned, slumping back on the seat.
Nancy kept on bobbing her head up and down and milking on his cockmeat, making sure that she had sucked out every precious drop from his cock and balls.
Ricky stared down at her, amazed and delighted by the wanton enthusiasm with which his virgin bride sucked cock, by the gusto with which she had gulped down his cum.
He was trembling violently, thighs jumping spasmodically, heels drumming on the pedals. Too shaken to drive, he pulled the car over to the edge of the highway and braked to a halt. His head tilted against the back of the seat as he panted in the aftermath of his coming.
Nancy was still sucking on his prick. His cock was slowly subsiding, shrinking and softening in her mouth as she nursed on his cock-knob. She folded her fist around his cockstalk and jacked up and down, managing to milk a last gooey nugget of cum out from his piss hole.
She pulled her mouth off his prick and looked up at his face, smiling dreamily. When Ricky looked down, she parted her creamy lips and pushed her tongue out so that he could see the streaks of cum on the pink meat. Then her throat pulsed as she swallowed the last mouthful.
"I love your cum, darling," she sighed. "I'm gonna suck you off every day."
Her face turned down. His cock and balls were coated with the cum that had overflowed her maw and she used her nimble tongue to slurp it up, then sucked his softening, rubbery cockhead back into her lips and polished the purple slab to a luster.
She finally moved away from his spent prick, leaning back so that the last gooey trickles of his jism ran slowly down her gullet. Cum had dribbled down from the corners of her mouth and her tongue slid down, gathering it up.
Ricky stared at her in awe, thinking that he had married wisely, delighted that his bride had turned out to be such a passionate cock-sucker. She was glowing radiantly with cum-drinker's contentment, looking all chaste and maidenly in her white wedding gown, despite her cummy lips. He would have loved to fuck her right then and there--but her voracious mouth had sucked him dry. His cock was sagging, looping out from his loins in a meaty parabola, and his balls were drained to the dregs.
Nancy would have loved to get fucked, too.
With her hungry mouth so well satisfied, the girl's cherry cunt was smoldering. Her fuck-hole felt hollow, a void abhorred by nature.
She was wondering if fucking could possibly be better than sucking his cock--if a cuntful could feel even better than a mouthful. It was hard to imagine, but she was yearning to find out.
Well, she wouldn't have to wait much longer, she figured, with the joys of the bridal bed awaiting and the end of her frustrating virginity in sight.
Seeing that Ricky was watching her, she smiled and leaned across. Holding his limp prick up to her lips, she kissed his cock lovingly, as if out of gratitude for the succulent bellyful of cum that he had poured into her hot mouth.
She didn't think that she had ever tasted anything as delicious as Ricky's hot, thick cock cream.
But then, delicately, she blushed.
Maybe one thing, she thought, ashamed but unable to deny her fevered imagination.
Nancy was thinking about the dog-cum that she had licked up from her hand and imagining what it would be like to have a dog cream right in her mouth.
But, of course, she would never suck a dog off.
CHAPTER FIVE
The next dog that Nancy happened to see was her brother's big, curly-haired Airedale, which was curled up at his feet in the huge, rustic living room of the lodge where they were going to spend their honeymoon. Nancy did sneak a quick look at the dog's cock and balls, out of curiosity. But the brute didn't have a hard-on and, at that moment, Nancy was thinking only of getting Ricky into bed and his prick into her hot virgin fuck-hole.
Her brother, Charles, seemed to sense his kid sister's impatience and, after a single nightcap by the big stone fireplace, he winked at her.
"Well, I imagine that you two newlyweds are rather anxious to have an early night, eh?" he said, glancing knowingly at his own lovely dark-haired wife.
Ricky blushed and Nancy lowered her eyes. She was very much aware of the way that Charles was leering at her. He had always shown a more than brotherly interest in her, she recalled. Often, as if by accident, Charles had walked in on her when she was taking a bath or a shower or changing her clothing. Not that Nancy had minded, though. She had had a few incestuous fantasies about Charles, as well, and felt certain that he had often thought about her when he was beating his meat. She liked to think so.
Now, smiling shyly, she was wondering if the bed in their room would squeak very loudly when she and Ricky began to fuck.
She got up and took Ricky by the hand, leading him from the room and swinging her saucy little ass about provocatively for her brother's benefit, feeling his eyes burn into her. It excited her. She had to smile as she realized that on this, her wedding day, she was titillating herself by naughty fantasies of bestiality and incest, even as she led her husband to the bedroom.
"Lucky guy," Charles said, grinning wickedly at his wife when the young couple had left the room.
Martha gave him an amused sort of look, glancing at his groin for evidence of an erection. She, too, had been aware of the way that Charles had been gazing at his sexy little sister.
"Why, Charles--I do believe that you've got the hots for Nancy," she said.
"Sure--I like blondes," Charles taunted her.
"You bastard!" Martha cried, but then she threw her raven dark head back and laughed, far too confident to feel jealous. But she was interested, as well. "Does she really make you randy?"
Charles grinned mischievously. Charles and Martha were both liberal minded and kept no secrets from one another.
He said: "Yeah--always did. When Nancy was younger and those great tits began to grow, I was always sneaking around trying to get a look at her. I did, a few times, matter of fact. Then I'd jerk off like crazy, pretending that my fist was my sister's cunt or mouth."
Her gaze slid down to his crotch again and, sure enough, a bulge was rising prominently. Whether or not he was getting a hard-on because he was thinking about his sister didn't seem to matter to his wife. It just seemed a shame not to use such a nice big hard-on. If Charles chose to fantasize about Nancy while he was fucking Martha, Martha didn't give a damn. She would be the one getting his prick, and where his mind was wandering didn't matter. Besides, the hint of incestuous longings was a turn-on for her, too.
Martha stood up and, giving Charles a challenging look, raised her skirt above the waist. She wasn't wearing any panties. She seldom did, at home, because Martha and Charles were both oversexed and often fucked on the spur of the moment, at any time or place.
Holding her dress up, she thrust her belly out toward Charles, who gazed appreciatively at her loins. Martha had a tangled jungle of ebony pussy hair spreading out in a wide triangle from the vee of her crotch. Wisps of dark curls extended toward her hipbones and a slender line ran up to her belly button.
She dipped slightly at the knees and tilted her belly up, so that Charles could look between her lush thighs. Her cunt slot was unfurled, streaming juice like a swampy river through a dark forest. Her clit was standing out like a stiff nipple ready to be sucked.
Holding her dress with one hand, she unbuttoned her blouse with the other. Her tits were heavy and full, standing out without need of support. The fat tit mounds looked like inflated balloons and the rosy tips looked like the valves by which they had been blown up.
Charles licked his lips.
"Too bad I'm not a blonde," Martha said, teasing her husband now, in turn.
"You'll do, baby," he rasped. The cock-bulge in his pants began to throb, swelling larger. But he was not about to admit defeat in the teasing game. "I'll just close my eyes and pretend you're Nancy."
"Swine," Martha rasped, but she wasn't at all disturbed by the idea.
In fact, sexy blonde Nancy, all nubile in her wedding gown, had made Martha a bit horny, as well. Martha would have loved to get her head between the bride's slim thighs and suck her cherry cunt.
She moved over to Charles, standing before him as he leaned back in his leather armchair. She squirmed around, swaying her hips and shoving her cunt out tantalizingly. Her big tits swung heavily. Charles stared at her and his prick got so hard that it was threatening to rip through the fabric of his fly.
Nor was Charles the only one inspired by the sight of his sexy wife--and the scent of her pussy.
The Airedale opened an eye and gazed up as her firm ass swung above him. He cocked an ear and rumbled in his throat. His nose twitched and flared and his red prick began to extend out from his cock sheath.
Neither Charles nor Martha noticed the dog's arousal, at the moment. Martha leaned down and began to open Charles' fly. Her tits loomed over him, heavy and ripe, and he cupped the mounds in his hands, squeezing and caressing and pulling at the taut lips.
Martha reached in and hauled his cock and balls out. His long, thick cockstalk towered up like a club, the cockhead flushed and flaring. His balls were so swollen that he had to part his thighs to make room for them.
Martha gazed down lustfully at his prick. Her cunt overflowed and ribbons of pussy juice trickled down the smooth flesh of her inner thighs. The fragrance of that spillage caused the Airedale to bark, but they still took no notice of the excited brute.
Martha knelt down in the big chair, one knee on either side of Charles' hips. His cock stood up, pressed against her gently rounded belly. She wriggled against him, moaning softly. His cock felt as hot as a branding iron as it flared on her loins. The hilt was jammed in her luxuriant cunt bush and his cockhead extended up to her belly button. She looked down longingly, seeing how high up her belly his fucker reached on the outside--and anticipating having it reach that far up into her smoldering cunt hole.
She shoved her tits out into Charles' lust-twisted face. Holding the fat tit globes in both hands, he licked at the tips and tongued up her cleavage. Martha wriggled happily against him, her nipples explosive in his lips. His long prick was branding her belly and his piss hole began oozing a glob of pre-cum into her belly button.
Holding her tits in his face, Martha rose up on trembling thighs and shoved her belly out, so that his cockhead slid into her groin. The swollen prick-knob was flaring in her wet pussy slot and her cuntlips sucked on the dripping tip. She reached back behind her ass and held his balls in her hand, squeezing and caressing, delighted at how swollen and full of cum those big balls felt.
She began to pump her belly in and out, rubbing her open cunt slot against the tip of his cockhead, mopping her muff on his cock-knob without taking him up her pussy yet. His prick brushed against her fiery clit and she whimpered. A glob of pre-cum squeezed from his cleft and ran into her cunt gash, spreading out in the pool of pussy cream that already flooded her cunt slot.
Charles sucked on her nipples greedily, his handsome face switching back and forth. He worked his cock muscles and the big, purple slab pulsed in her hairy pussy. It felt lovely to have his cockhead rubbing and throbbing against her cunt in this external caress, but Martha knew that it would feel even better to have all of that long, thick prick pounding in the depths of her pussy.
She snuggled around, dipping slightly so that his cock-knob nudged into her steaming pussy. Her cuntlips clamped around his cockrod, clinging tightly, holding him in a velvet vise. She twisted her ass and hips, winding her cunt around on his buried cock-knob.
Cunt juice spilled from her pussy and ran in pearly streaks down his heavily veined cock-shaft, dribbling onto his balls. More pre-cum oozed into her cunt slot. Martha could feel every hot drop as it slid into her creamy cunt hole.
Thighs rippling, she slowly lowered her fuck-hole down onto his rampant cockrod, taking every inch of his prick up into her pussy. His hot cockmeat filled her to the brim and she whimpered with the joy of it.
She held all of his cock in her pussy. Her cuntlips were plastered around the root of his prick and his balls were ballooning against the cheeks of her ass. She wriggled and twisted, not yet starting to ride up and down.
Charles pumped his prick muscles, making his prick throb and jolt in her pussy. His cockhead was in the core of her cunt-hole, flaring like a smoldering ember, and his rock-hard cockrod levered and bucked in her clinging cunt. Her wet cunt walls gripped him, molded to the outline of his cock. The inner pussy walls contracted, the rings of contraction running up his prick from root to knob in concentric waves, as if she were jerking him off inside her flooded pussy.
Then Martha began to rise and fall, grinding her groin onto his towering fucker. Charles humped up from the chair, meeting her as she slammed down, plunging balls-deep into her steaming fuck-hole. Her firm, round ass churned and her hips jerked as she fucked herself on his prick.
She fucked faster and his iron-hard prick hissed up into her cunt, plowing so deep that she thought his flaring cockhead must be bouncing around in her vital organs.
"Yeah, baby--ride that fucker!" he rasped.
His hands slid down to her hips, lifting her up and then slamming her cunt down on his cock again. His thick cock emerged, all slathered with cunt juice, the dark vein pounding. She slid up until only his prick-knob was lodged in her pussy gash, paused, then slammed down and took it all again.
Her pretty face jerked from side to side, raven hair tumbling about, her expression a contorted mask of fuck-lust. She was panting like a steam engine as his mighty piston stuffed her pussy to the core.
The dog, naturally, was interested in this.
The Airedale got clumsily to his feet, seemingly thrown slightly off balance by the massive weight of his cock and balls as they hung under his loins. His big, blunt head thrust out and he inhaled deeply. The perfume of Martha's well-fucked pussy was driving the brute wild.
He came slinking up behind her grinding ass. As Martha shoved down on Charles' prick, the cheeks of her shapely ass spread open and her trim bud of an asshole added another tangy, tantalizing fragrance.
Following his nose, the Airedale moved in and pressed his muzzle against Martha's ass. His long, wet tongue flipped out and slurped up through the tight crack of her ass, then lapped at her shit hole.
Martha squealed, looking back over her shoulder.
"Oh, wow! The doggy is licking my asshole out!" she squealed, wriggling on Charles' cock and shoving her round ass back on the brute's snout.
Charles blinked, surprised.
"It's okay--it feels good," the wanton woman rasped, tightening her pussy on Charles' buried prick and hiking her ass up a bit higher.
The dog's heavy tongue slid right up into her shit chute. It felt as big as a prick as he hungrily tongue-fucked into her puckered asshole.
Then the dog lowered his curly head and his tongue flashed against Charles' balls. Charles gasped at the sensation. The dog's lapper dragged over Charles' bloated balls and slurped up his cockshaft as that thick rod came sliding out of Martha's fuck-hole, all soaked with her cunt sauce. The dog's meaty lapper slid up the slick cockshaft and then slapped into Martha's well-stuffed cunt slot.
Thrilled by the embellishment of the dog's lapping, Martha began to fuck up and down furiously, gorging her cunt on her husband's pounding prick. Each time she rose, the dog licked her pussy seepage from Charles' cock. His prick came out foaming with cunt juice and plowed back in frothy with the dog's slobber.
Charles and Martha were churning together like a well-oiled fucking machine, and the horny Airedale was going crazy as he lapped around the edges and licked at the rim of that hot coupling. Dog-spit lathered Martha's cunt and gushed up the crack of her jolting ass. The brute was slurping with long, fluid strokes that started on Charles' balls, ran up his emerging cock-shaft, delved into Martha's cunt slot and then slithered on up to her asshole.
"Gonna cum--gonna cum--" she gasped.
Charles pounded up, his prick fucking into her pussy like a rocket blasting off.
"Shoot, darling--spunk my cunt while I cream!" gurgled the voluptuous woman, slamming her pussy up and down frantically on Charles' towering cocklance.
Her cunt was melting around his hard cockstalk like a wax candle on a flaming wick. As her pussy pushed down, his fat prick pumped her girl-cum out and the dog lapped it up ravenously.
Cunt juice, streaked with strands of gooey pre-cum, pooled up on the dog's red tongue and dripped from the curled edges. His lapper slapped in, flailing at her flowing pussy. He yelped and whined, all of his bestial instincts inflamed by the flavor and the fragrance.
Charles grunted, as his big balls suddenly exploded. He fed his cock into Martha's melting fuck-hole and his jism came squirting out in a foaming geyser.
She wailed with bliss. It felt as if she had a firehose jammed up her cunt hole, hosing her raging flames with a heavy flood of hot, thick fuck-juice, quenching her fire with his extinguishing foam.
Her clit detonated like a blasting cap and her pussy creamed again, pearly girl-cum gushing out to blend with Charles' foaming jism-load.
The combined cum cream flooded from her pussy as Charles' spurting cock plunged in, stuffing her full.
The Airedale was in doggy-heaven now, as he frantically slurped the delicious nectar up. Her groin and ass were drenched with tongue lather as his head jerked up and down.
Charles shot again and again, jism jets splashing in the core of her cunt. Martha rode his spurting prick through the spasms of their simultaneous cumming. She was jerking like a rag doll, head flying back and forth and heavy tits flopping in his face. Her ass slid from side to side as she ground her steaming fuck-hole down, goring her pussy and creaming again as his cockmeat hosed her.
Drained, Charles slumped back in the chair.
Martha continued to whip her pussy up and down on his prick for a few moments, shuddering through the final flowing waves of her spasmodic orgasm. Then she sank over him, panting as they clung together in the tender aftermath of their dynamic double climax.
The dog kept on tonguing away, lapping up the spillage that seeped from her cunt.
Charles' cock ebbed, diminishing in her cunt. It came sliding slowly out and flopped down along his trembling thigh. The Airedale gave his prick a lick, tonguing Martha's succulent cunt-cum from the spent cockmeat, then he jammed his muzzle into her vacated fuck-hole. His nostrils flared in her creamy cunt slot as his tongue fucked up into her pussy hole.
The big brute's cock was pounding like a jackhammer, and his balls were so heavy with jism that they rolled in and out at the root of his prick.
But, unlike her naughty sister-in-law, Martha didn't realize that she owed the dog a favor.
She leaned down and whispered into Charles' ear, still shifting her ass around as the desperate dog gulped the spillage from her cunt slot.
"Let's go to bed, darling," she suggested. "I feel like fucking all night, Charles. Take me to bed and fuck my ass off--and you can think about your sister as much as you like, as long as you fuck me silly."
Charles grinned agreeably. His cock had softened, but he knew damned well that his sexy wife could soon have it thundering for another fuck. Martha shifted and stood up, taking him by the hand and drawing Charles to his feet.
The Airedale yelped.
"Naughty doggy," she admonished, laughing.
His tongue had been a real treat, and lascivious Martha was thinking that she might have to experiment some more with the pleasures of a dog's tongue.
But she didn't think about the dog's cock as she led Charles from the room, glowing with anticipation of a long night of fucking.
The Airedale gazed after them, looking very disappointed.
And that was why a very horny doggy happened to be wandering through the hallways of that spacious lodge, when, a bit later, the bride left the bedroom...
CHAPTER SIX
Nancy undressed in the bathroom, not wanting Ricky to notice that she wasn't wearing any panties under her wedding dress.
She looked at her naked body in the mirror and smiled, more than satisfied. Her tits were plump and capped by rosy, swollen tips, her ass and hips were curvaceous and her waist was tiny. No man had ever seen her naked before--except, as if by accident, her admiring brother--and Nancy was looking forward to basking in the glow of Ricky's admiration.
Ricky was already undressed and in bed when his bride emerged from the bathroom. He grinned as he watched her nubile body glide toward him through the shadows.
She stood beside the bed for a moment, letting Ricky's eyes move over her. It made her feel all warm and wanted. Then she slid onto the bed beside him, and Ricky turned towards her. They kissed lightly, at first, their lips just brushing teasingly together, then more passionately. Her lips parted and Ricky's tongue pushed into her mouth. She sucked on it, then shot her own tongue into his mouth, in turn.
She smiled secretly, knowing that Ricky could taste his own cum residue on her tongue and lips and wondering if he was also tasting the dog-cum.
They swapped tongues and saliva, panting heavily into each other's open mouth. Nancy began to squirm. She pushed her belly out and felt his rock-hard cock press an indentation from her blonde triangle to her belly button. She wriggled against his cock sinuously, trembling in anticipation of having that big fucker shoved up her cherry cunt.
Ricky ran his hands up and down her sleek flanks and stroked her ass and thighs, then kneaded the plump mounds of her pert tits. His head dipped down and he licked at a stiff tit tip, then sucked on it. She stroked his head, cradling his face to her tits.
She reached down between them and folded her hand around his vibrant cockshaft, holding that throbbing rod but not frigging up and down. She sure didn't want to run the risk of jerking him off on their wedding night.
Ricky ground against her and his hand moved down to cup her cunt. The heel of his palm rested on the shelf of her bushy cunt mound and his fingers slid in to stroke her fuck-slot, dipping into the wet folds. Nancy's ass jerked as she rubbed her pussy against him for a pleasant moment. But she wasn't about to settle for a hand-job, either.
"Don't frig," she whispered. "Fuck."
She rolled away from him and onto her back, arching her slender, shapely body and parting her thighs. She raised one knee slightly. Ricky's hand was still on her pussy and he rubbed her again, pulling his fingers over the swollen nugget of her clit.
He rose onto his knees and moved between her legs. His cock was jutting up, balls bloated at the base and knob gleaming at the top. Nancy gazed down past her upthrust tits, imagining how deep that long, thick fuck-rod was going to plunge up her pussy.
She tilted her groin upward and jerked her hips invitingly. Her cuntlips peeled open and thick pussy nectar foamed out, lathering her loins and soaking into the tight crack of her upthrust ass.
"Fuck me, darling," she moaned.
Ricky dipped down and hiked his ass up, so that his prick was angled into her crotch. He shoved it out and the cock-knob nestled in her soaking cunt slot. The glowing slab pulsed, sliding around in her pussy gash and brushing against her clit. He paused there, with his prick at her virgin portals.
Nancy writhed against him. With her virginity numbered in seconds now, she was seething with desire. Her slender back bridged deeply, her parted thighs rippled, and her cunt juiced on his cockhead.
"Shove it up me, Ricky!" she whimpered.
His hands slid under her ass, holding her firm asscheeks and lifting her loins a bit higher as he braced for the first thrust into her pussy. But her steaming cunt was already working on his cockhead, the cuntlips sucking like a mouth, dragging the fat slab deeper into her fuck-chute. Ricky groaned as he felt her fuck-hole pulling him deeper. His prick-knob disappeared with a moist slurping sound. Her cuntlips collared his cockstalk, fluttering and sucking. His cock-meat slid deeper as her cherry gash greedily pulled him in.
Ricky's face twisted with a grimace of lust at the sensation her cunt was giving him. He had used her mouth like a cunt in the car, and now her cunt was sucking on him just like a mouth. Ricky realized that Nancy's mouth and cunt were interchangeable, that she could be fucked at either end and could suck with either hole. Again, he thought how wisely he had wed.
Nancy's suction cup of a cunt had dragged nearly a third of Ricky's fat cock into her fuck-tunnel. He looked down into her groin, seeing his thick prick splitting the coral-pink folds of her pussy gash.
"Give it to me," she whined.
Ricky's ass jolted and he slammed forward driving his hard cocklance into her wet fuck-hole.
Nancy wailed when she felt her cherry go.
His cock fucked in to the hilt and his balls jammed against her writhing ass.
He held his cock buried in her for a long moment, thrilling to the sensation of having every inch of his prick enveloped in her hot, wet fuck-hole--and letting Nancy know the pure bliss of having her pussy stuffed to the brim with throbbing cockmeat for the first time.
Nancy began to move first.
Her ass jerked and she pulled her cunt sleeve up his cock to the knob, paused, then sinuously slid back down, gorging her pussy as she took him balls-deep again. It felt as if she had a red-hot crowbar stuck up her cunt, and she wailed with the joy of it.
Ricky began to move with her, humping in counterpoint. He fucked his cock in as Nancy jolted down onto him, his ass corkscrewing. As he pulled back, her hips twisted, winding her fuck-hole on his retreating prick.
He dipped lower and fed it to her with long, underslung strokes, his balls dragging along the bed. Then he hiked up and fucked into her from above, running every inch of his cockstalk across her fiery clit as it went in and out. He was hammering away violently into her seething cunt hole, his balls slapping against the curves of her ass. Nancy was going wild under him, churning and thrashing in a mad frenzy as she slammed down and stuffed herself full of prick.
Her body coiled and uncoiled like a soft spring, and her lovely face turned from side to side on the pillow, blonde hair streaming out. Her eyes were half closed and her sensual lips were parted.
"Fuck--fuck--fuck--" she moaned.
Ricky plowed in and her cunt clamped around the shaft of his cock as his prick-knob pounded up into the core of her pussy, smoldering in the depths of her loins like a lump of molten iron. Her cuntlips pulled out along his cockshaft as he withdrew, clinging to his sliding prick as her clit sparked against the hard fucker.
She bridged and arched, squirmed and wriggled, lost to the rapture of fuck-lust. Fucking was even better than she had expected it to be--even better than sucking his cock! Nancy wanted to fuck and fuck and fuck. She never wanted to endure an empty cunt again!
Her sleek thighs clamped around his hips and she locked her heels behind his grinding ass, riding him from below. Her heels rubbed up and down along the crack of his ass. Then her legs shot out, knees bent, and her feet began to bicycle in the air above his haunches. She grunted as his cock filled her cunt hole, and she whimpered as it pulled back out against the suction.
Nancy made hooks of her thighs and a deep cup of her crotch and fucked in a frenzy. Ricky was pouring the prick to her steadily, but the horny bride was moving even faster, her ass and hips jolting furiously, as if she couldn't get enough of his prick, couldn't fuck fast enough. Her heels drummed on his ass, beating out a tattoo, urging him to fuck the cock to her faster and harder.
Her fuck-hole began to cream on his prick. Cum juice filled her cunt, so thick that it felt like he was shoving his prick in a paste pot.
"Shoot in my cunt, darling!" she gurgled. "Ooooh--give me your fuck-juice, Ricky!"
Ricky groaned and fucked it to her, feeding her furry furnace with his phallic fuel. His hard prick hissed up her melting pussy, the cock-knob splashing into her cum flood. His balls were pulsing and expanding as he neared the creamy crest. He fucked in to the hilt. Her cuntlips clamped open around the root of his prick, and his massive balls whacked on her jolting ass.
"Now!" he cried, and his fuck-juice rocketed into Nancy's steaming cunt hole.
She cried out in ecstasy as she felt his jism hose her pussy in spurt after spurt. Hot and thick as melted lead, the sweet slime flooded into her cunt in a torrent. Her hot cum juices gushed out to meet his fuck-juice, swirling like a whirlpool in her pussy.
They ground together and creamed together. Each time Ricky shot another thick load into her cunt, Nancy melted again.
The bed groaned under their thrashing weight, springs squeaking. Nancy wondered if her brother could hear them fucking--and she creamed again at the thought.
Ricky pumped it to her and his last squirt of cum jetted into her smoldering cunt core. Then, panting, he slowed down and his fuck-strokes became erratic. Nancy kept on fucking her pussy onto his prick as she milked her own sweet coming off and shuddered with every spasm.
Ricky smiled down at her, then leaned down to kiss her lovingly on the lips. His cock slowly slid from her cummy cunt. The cockhead popped out like a cork from a bottle and his prick swayed up and down for a moment, dripping onto her curly-haired cunt mound. Then his cockstalk lost its tension and his cockhead flopped down on her pussy.
Ricky rolled off her and sprawled out, breathing heavily, delighted with his bride's performance. She might have been a virgin--but she sure knew how to fuck!
Nancy lay on her back, cum and cunt cream pouring from her gaping pussy. A damp, dark patch spread out under her ass on the sheet. She could still feel the fat contours of his cock in her empty cunt hole, as if the pliable pussy walls had molded themselves to its shape. It almost felt as if his prick was still in her. When she moved her hips, she could feel a tide of thick cum ripple in her cunt hole.
She smiled happily.
Her first fuck had been wonderful, and the insatiable bride was already looking forward to the next one. Full of cum, her pussy began to simmer and steam again, yearning to be stuffed full of hot cockmeat and hosed full of more jism.
They had fucked in the missionary position, and now she was wondering how to do it the next time. Should she get on top and squat on his cock, riding to a climax? Or maybe kneel down and let him throw it to her doggy-fashion? Kneeling face to face might be nice, and she knew she would thrill to a standing knee-trembler.
Determined to be a dutiful wife, she turned to Ricky to ask him how he wanted to fuck next.
But Ricky was sound asleep.
Nancy frowned.
Had she bought a pig in a poke? Was Ricky a one-shot guy? She had a terrible fear of frustration in the future. Once a night was never going to be enough fucking for her, she realized, now that she had at long last lost her cumbersome cherry. Even twice a day wouldn't be enough, since she wanted at least one cum-load in her mouth.
She gazed at his crotch. His balls were shrunken and his glistening prick was limp.
Even soft, his cock was impressive, and Nancy leaned over his loins and began to lick his prick, hoping to mouth him to another hard-on.
His cock was even more delicious now that it had been dipped in her cunt hole, she discovered. She was certainly not a lesbian, but she had to admit that cunt juice tasted lovely. She licked up and down his soft prick and laved the deflated cock-knob thoroughly. She sucked his cock into her mouth and nursed, winding her tongue around the slab as her lips suckled and pulled. She was trying desperately to get a response out of his spent cock.
His fucker stayed soft in her mouth.
Whimpering with frustration, she ducked down and fed it all in, even taking his balls into her lips. But his prick was bent and loose. The cockhead turned into her cheek and his balls remained deflated.
She sucked and licked for a few minutes, still hoping to stiffen his cock and refill his balls. Ricky made a sound and she looked up, thinking that it had been a moan of rising passion. But he was only snoring.
Damn, she thought. She pulled her mouth off his prick and it flopped down, limp against his belly. She had sucked all the lovely fuck-slime from him and his prick was drenched with her saliva.
Nancy sighed, hungry in the mouth and horny in the cunt.
I guess I'll have to finger-fuck myself, she thought, frowning unhappily. What a waste it seemed to cream her own hand, now that she was married. She sure hoped it wouldn't be a permanent necessity. Well, Ricky had had a few drinks, and she had sucked him off before, so maybe there was some excuse for him tonight, she told herself.
She dipped her hand into her crotch.
Then she heard scratching and sniffing sounds at the bedroom door...
CHAPTER SEVEN
Nancy looked toward the door, wondering what was making those sounds. Her hand was already on her cunt, and she stroked up the open gash and flicked her fingertips against her taut clit, but the motion was more of habit than anything else. When her hand was on her pussy, Nancy just automatically rubbed it.
After a moment, curious, she got up from the bed and walked over to the door. Pearly cum juice slid down her thighs and her cunt was still burning and steaming.
She opened the door a crack and looked out.
The Airedale raised his head and whined, his hindquarters squirming. The brute looked baleful but hopeful. Nancy bent down and looked under the animal and smiled when she saw that he had an enormous hard-on.
It would be really naughty to keep fooling around with dogs on her wedding night, she thought. Still, since she had already gotten her pussy lapped and jacked off a gray mongrel, even before her husband had claimed his cherry prize, the idea was not totally shocking to her.
It wasn't as if she were cheating on Ricky or anything, she reasoned. And it was all Ricky's fault, anyhow, for falling asleep with the job half done.
And that poor dog sure looked like he needed to get his balls emptied!
Nancy glanced back at the bed and saw that Ricky was still sleeping soundly. What he didn't know wouldn't hurt him. And it seemed silly to suffer her frustration and to leave the dog so desperately horny when they could so easily do each other a creamy favor.
Smiling wickedly, feeling all aglow with a delicious sense of naughtiness, Nancy stepped out naked into the hallway and closed the door softly behind her.
The Airedale yelped and jammed his big, square-jawed head into her blonde cunt bush, sniffing and snuffling as he inhaled her pussy perfume.
Nancy dipped down slightly and parted her slim thighs. The horny brute slid his muzzle between her legs and his fat red tongue stirred up her cunt slot.
"Ummmm," she sighed.
She tensed her legs and moved her belly up and down, slowly mopping her cunt muff against his curly snout. His lapper was going crazy in her cunt slot, flashing and slapping away and spraying pussy juice out.
"You wanna cream me, boy?" she whispered. "Ummm? You wanna lap me off, do you?" Her ass jerked and she shot her lithe hips out from side to side, enjoying his nimble tongue. "Want me to frig your big cock, boy?"
To her credit, that was all that Nancy intended to do. She wanted to get her pussy tongued and to give the dog a hand-job in return. But she should have known better.
Nancy knew what dog-cum tasted like now.
And Nancy was no longer a virgin.
Things were sure to get out of hand...
She couldn't very well fool around with the brute right there in the hallway, she knew, and she didn't want to bring him into her room in case Ricky should wake up. She didn't suppose he would be too pleased if he woke up to find his bride jerking an Airedale's prick.
But the bedroom next to theirs was empty, she knew.
She ground her cunt against the dog's muzzle for another pleasant moment, her clit beginning to tingle. Then she pulled her pussy off his snout.
The dog looked confused.
Nancy stroked his head encouragingly. Then she moved down the hall with the brute trotting at her heels and sniffing at the crack of her swinging ass.
She led him into the empty bedroom and closed the door behind them. There was no key in the lock, but she didn't suppose that anyone would be wandering into the spare bedroom. She went over to the bed and sat on the edge. The Airedale hunkered down, eyeing her expectantly.
Nancy was wondering which to do first--to let the dog lap her cunt or to jack him off. She found both prospects equally attractive.
She looked at the beast's bloated cock again and saw that he was really ready to get his rocks off. The idea of having his throbbing cock spurting out cum as she stroked it was exciting and, too, she knew that after she had milked him off, she would be even hotter and enjoy his tongue all the more.
Then, remembering that she was naked and didn't have to worry about getting dog-cum on her wedding dress, she got even more enthusiastic about the idea. What a thrill it would be to pump his hot cum onto her bare tits!
She patted the bed beside her hip and the Airedale barked and came squirming up to her. She grabbed his collar and tugged his head and shoulders up. He struggled a bit, trying to shove his muzzle down between her parted thighs, humping his prick in that direction. But then he jumped up, planting his front paws on either side of her hips. He licked at her face and his cock loomed over her belly.
Nancy held the Airedale's head on her shoulder and reached down, closing her hand around his throbbing cockshaft. He leaped with excitement, slobbering onto her neck and down her back.
Watching closely, eager to see all the juicy details, she gave his prick a slow push-pull. His naked prick-knob flared out as she skinned back on his cocksheath, and the cleft from which his cum would soon be spurting gaped open. She leaned closer, panting heavily onto his cockhead.
Eager to feel his jism squirt onto her tits and into her face, she began to pump his prick steadily up and down, her fist stroking back to his balls and then skimming up to his unsheathed cockhead.
Her lips trembled and parted and her eyes glazed with a dull glow of desire. She had swallowed dog-cum, licked off her hand, and she loved the stuff. If the Airedale shot his cum-load right in her face and her mouth was open and her tongue was pushing out, she knew that she was going to get another satisfying drink of dog-cum, steaming hot as it squirted straight out of his piss hole.
She was drooling at the prospect.
But Nancy had also discovered that she adored a mouthful of cockmeat, having given Ricky a blow-job in the car--and that swallowing fuck-juice was not a complete act, in itself, but only the creamy culmination of a long suck on a throbbing slab of delicious cockmeat.
Oh, shit, she thought. I want to! I wanna suck the son of a bitch and let him shoot jizz in my mouth!
She knew it was wicked, but she told herself that it wasn't really so terrible. If she was going to have dog-cum in her mouth, anyhow, was it any worse if the cockhead that was spilling the succulent stuff out was also in her mouth? And since he was only an animal, it wasn't as if she was cheating on her husband, like it would be if she gave a blow-job to a man.
The dog had licked her pussy, and licking his yummy-looking prick was only the other half of the same sin, she reasoned. But Nancy didn't really have to convince herself because the truth was that she was so hungry for dog-prick that her eyes were watering and her tongue was burning.
Fuck it, she thought. Naughty or not, I just gotta suck the fucker's prick!
Her strawberry-blonde head pushed closer to the animal's looming cock-knob and her tongue glided across her parted lips in wanton anticipation.
As if he sensed that he was in for a special treat, the Airedale trembled violently. Nancy could feel the heat of his cockmeat waft into her face. She blew her breath onto his prick-knob, and that slab of naked red meat pumped in and out. She inhaled the gamey aroma of dog-cock and her mind reeled with waves of lascivious longing.
Sliding her tongue out, she licked at the slick tip of the Airedale's cockhead.
"Ooooh," she sighed, finding that musky cockmeat even more scrumptious than Ricky's cock.
The dog was whining and yelping, his shaggy body shaking explosively. A look of doggy amazement glinted in his eyes as he realized that a girl's mouth could be used as a fuck-hole, that a woman was far more versatile than any bitch in heat. He held himself rigid, waiting to learn this new trick of the magic human mouth.
Nancy tongued his cockhead again, running her tingling lapper all over the slippery slab. She whimpered as the gamey succulence sparked her taste buds and whetted her appetite. She rubbed her nose against his prick and leaned down to lick at his hairy balls for a moment, then ran her flattened tongue up his slimy prick and onto his cock-knob again.
Stroking back to the root of his cock with her fist, she made his cockhead flare out as she whipped her hungry tongue all over the succulent prickmeat. Her saliva steamed from his cock-knob. Her head turned this way and that as her lapper continued to fly on his cock-head and dip into his piss hole.
A glob of pre-cum oozed from his cleft, turning the tip of his red prick milky. Nancy gazed at the slime, then slowly licked it up. Her mouth was salivating heavily and the dog's pre-cum floated in her spit like a blob of oil. She swished the stuff around in her mouth as if she were gargling, then swallowed.
Nancy was really hungry for the animal's jism, but she didn't want to rush to the succulent conclusion, either, wanting to linger over the job. She drew her head back and levered the dog's prick down, rubbing his cock-knob against her nipples. Then she cupped her tits together, pressing her smooth cleavage around the brute's stiff cockshaft.
The Airedale humped, fucking her between the tits. His slick cockhead came squeezing out from her tit tunnel and slid on up into the hollow of her throat. She tilted her face down, tonguing his knob each time it came sliding out from her cleavage. His balls dragged up her stomach and his piss hole was dribbling, laying a trail of slime behind as it skimmed up her breastbone.
Nancy slurped his pre-cum up, sighing and moaning as she whetted her appetite. The dog humped up again, and this time her lips parted and she took his glistening red cockhead into her mouth.
The Airedale yelped and Nancy gurgled as she sucked lovingly on that musky, meaty slab. She loved the gamey flavor and the slick texture--and she was thrilled by the dark depravity of her desire. She was sucking a dog's cock! How deliciously degenerate it made her feel.
The Airedale rammed his prick into her mouth, fucking her face frantically. His throbbing cockhead slid back into her gullet and her lips worked on his cockstalk, then pulled back up to his cock-knob, nursing voraciously.
"Ummmm," she purred, as his big prick throbbed on her tongue.
Her cheeks drew in as she sucked and her lips peeled out around his cockrod. Her blonde head dipped down and she took all of his prick into her mouth. Her chin brushed his balls as she worked at the root of his cockshaft, holding it all in her maw for a moment. Then, turning her face, she screwed the collar of her lips around and pulled back up, sucking through every lovely inch.
The Airedale's haunches corkscrewed as he pumped it to her, using her mouth for a cunt. His spine twisted into an S-shape as he fucked his cock into Nancy's face. Her head bobbed down to meet the animal's thrusts. His cock-knob skimmed over her tongue, hit the arched roof of her mouth, bulged into her cheek, then slid all the way back into her throat again, spilling out delicious globs of pre-cum.
Nancy was ready to drink the dog's cum-load now, whimpering hungrily for it. She began to frig his iron-hard cockshaft with her hand as she suckled on the flaring knob, jerking the brute off and mouthing his cockmeat at the same time. As she pumped back on his prick, his naked cockhead ballooned in the collar of her lips.
The Airedale was going crazy, hind paws scrambling on the floor as he fucked his cock through her fist and into her salivating mouth. She felt his prick ripple in her hand and his cock-knob flared in her mouth.
"Cream me, boy!" she panted on his cock-meat.
With an explosive jolt, the Airedale fucked his cock into her mouth as his balls burst. His fuck-juice shot into Nancy's throat on the first spurt. The brute creamed again on the recoil, and a tide of frothy dog-cum gushed onto her tongue. He shot coming and going, hosing her gullet, drenching her cheeks and washing her tongue with slimy jism.
Nancy swallowed and sucked, gulping the animal's hot, thick cock spume down greedily. Cum overflowed her lips and ran down her chin like heated wax. His balls swung in under her throat as he fucked into her mouth, tilting her head back on his violent thrust.
His last spurt of cum bathed her tongue and the brute yelped, trembling and shaking. He shoved his cock in again, holding it in her maw, and Nancy sucked on it, pulling the last dregs from his piss hole. She moaned with the joy of it, transported to cock-sucker's paradise. Nursing on his cock-knob, she frigged his cock-stalk up and down quickly, making sure that she had milked out every precious dribble.
Sucking a dog off was wonderful, and Nancy wondered if Ricky would let her have a pet--for now that she had the taste for it, Nancy was going to blow every dog she could. She finished milking the Airedale dry, then used her tongue to lap up the overflow from his cock and balls, savoring every slimy drop.
She leaned back, smiling and licking her lips. The Airedale was still standing over her and his cock was jutting out as hard as it had been before he'd climaxed.
With her mouth satiated, Nancy's fuck-hole was smoldering to be creamed.
"Do my cunt now, you lovely doggy," she whispered, tugging his head down.
The Airedale lapped at her tits, then slapped his tongue against her cummy mouth, but he stayed where he was, his cock towering out over her tits. Nancy sucked his fat tongue into her mouth and sucked on it for a moment, then tried to push his head down into her steaming crotch again. But the horny brute humped, trying to bury his prick in her magic mouth again. Now that he knew what a blow-job was, the greedy beast wanted to be sucked again.
"Get down on my pussy, damn it," Nancy moaned. "I'll suck you off again, but you gotta cream me with your tongue first, you horny son of a bitch!"
The disobedient Airedale humped, heaving his slick-knobbed cock into her face. Nancy curled her tongue around the hot slab, whimpering. She adored a mouthful of dog-cock and cum, and she was more than willing to give the dumb brute all the head he wanted. But her cunt was smoldering. She just had to cream before she blew the dog again.
But the dog refused to move out of the position that had brought him such a rare treat.
Nancy was desperate to cum, and the dog obviously needed to cum again. And naughty Nancy realized that there was one very handy solution to the problem.
She would have to let the dog fuck her cunt...
CHAPTER EIGHT
Charles was sucking Martha's creamy cunt.
They had fucked up a storm, changing positions and running the gamut of rutting passion. Charles had cum in her cunt twice, and now while he waited for his balls to fill up again, he was enjoying a snack of her snatch. Martha lay on her back and Charles held her ass up from the bed and mouthed her hairy cunt greedily.
He was pretending that it was his blonde sister's cunt that he was sucking.
And he might have been a bit surprised, had he realized that Martha was enjoying a similar fantasy. His wife was making believe that Nancy was tongue-fucking her.
She wrapped her lush thighs around her husband's head, clamping his face to her creaming fuck-slot. Charles sucked on her cunt gash and shoved his tongue as far up into her fuck-hole as it would extend. He licked out the inner folds, then nursed on her clit as Martha shuddered and came again, her pussy cream spilling into his mouth.
Charles mouthed her through the spasms of her cumming, lifting her ass up as if her flowing cunt were a goblet that he was draining to the dregs. When she shuddered and slumped back, he gave her pussy a last slurp, then slid up the bed and kissed her on the lips. His tongue wedged into her mouth and Martha sucked on that nimble lapper, tasting her own cunt juice on her husband's tongue--and imagining that it was his sister's tasty cunt cream. She didn't expect that she would ever get a chance to eat Nancy out--especially not while the girl was on her honeymoon--but bi-sexual Martha was enjoying her fantasies, anyhow.
She reached down to play with Charles' prick as he sucked her tits and fingered her cunt. But he'd already shot three loads of cum out, and he wasn't quite ready to fuck her again. His cock was only semi-hard and his balls were only just beginning to swell up again.
But Charles had an idea how he could easily get his prick hard as a rock again.
He decided to sneak down the hall and listen at the newlyweds' bedroom door, hoping to hear his nubile kid sister getting fucked.
"I gotta get a drink, honey," he lied. "Keep your pussy simmering--I'll be right back."
Martha nodded. She began to rub her pussy, changing hands and bringing them up to her face so that she could lick her pussy juice from her fingers while she had naughty thoughts about her sexy sister-in-law.
Charles padded down the hall naked.
He stopped at the door of Nancy's room and pressed his ear to the panel, grinning in expectation. But he could hear nothing. Had they finished fucking already? It seemed strange. If he had gone to bed with his lovely little sister, he would have fucked her all night.
He waited for a few minutes, then shrugged and, disappointed, started back to his own room.
But then he heard the sounds that he had been expecting to hear from the newlyweds' bedroom--except they were coming from the spare room adjacent.
Puzzled, Charles listened. He distinctly heard a soft moan and the squeak of jolting bedsprings. There was obviously a fuck in progress, but why on earth had Nancy and Ricky gone to the other room?
Curious, he tiptoed back to the first room and opened the door quietly. Peering in, he could see Ricky, snoring softly--and sleeping alone.
It was very mysterious, Charles thought.
Had Ricky been unable to perform? Had his sexy sister gone into the other room to frig herself off, left unsatisfied by her new husband?
Charles found that an exciting thought.
But the reality was even more exciting...
Nancy felt a little bit guilty about getting fucked by a dog on her wedding night--but not guilty enough to resist the urge. She had to cum, and the dog needed to cum again. And it wasn't as if she would be cheating on Ricky, since it was only a dumb dog and she had already lost her cherry and, anyhow, it was all Ricky's fault for falling asleep.
She sucked the Airedale's fat cockhead into her mouth and bobbed her head up and down, making sure that his prick was as hot and as hard as possible. The dog humped, fucking into her mouth with jerking strokes, eager to whitewash her tonsils with another cum-load.
But then Nancy drew her mouth away. She grasped his prick by the stalk and levered it down. The animal's haunches heaved up and his prick angled into Nancy's crotch. She slid to the edge of the bed and tilted her loins up, parting her slender thighs wide open.
Tilting her wrist, she began to rub the tip of the Airedale's cockhead around in her cunt slot.
The doggy yelped and quivered, his flanks trembling, as he felt his prick-knob sliding around in Nancy's steaming, soaking pussy gash. The dog wasn't quite sure how to go about this, having never fucked face to face before. Without haunches to cling to and an ass to mount, the dumb brute was confused--but he was willing to be taught.
He licked at her tits and face.
"Want my cunt, boy?" Nancy whispered. "Wanna shove your big stiff prick up my cunt hole?"
The Airedale whined, slobbering on her tits.
Nancy was using his cockhead like a ladle, to stir her creamy bowl and brush her tingling clit. She pumped back to the hilt of his cock, and his prick-knob swelled in her cunt slot. She could easily have creamed that way, jerking the dog off as she rubbed his cocktip against her clit, but she was eager to have a cuntful of his cockmeat.
She pulled on his prick and the animal's bloated cockhead sank into her pussy hole. Her cuntlips collared his cockstalk and her wet cunt sucked on his prick-knob and the dog realized that both ends of a woman could be fucked. With the head of his prick buried in her fuck-hole, the Airedale knew instinctively just how to proceed.
His haunches jerked and he fucked half of his long prick up into her soaking pussy.
Nancy moaned, jamming down to meet the beast. He humped again, yelping, and his cock sank into her fuck-hole to the hilt. His balls were pressed to the slope of her ass and every inch of his long, thick prick was buried in her smoldering cunt.
Nancy moaned, full of dog-cock and adoring the sensation of having his prick throbbing in her pussy and his bloated cock-knob flaring in her cunt core.
Hooking her thighs around the dog's curly-haired haunches, she held his cock buried in her, wriggling and squirming around on that fat spike. His prick was in her so deep that she almost expected it to come out of her mouth. Her cuntlips were plastered open around the root of his fucker, and his balls were pulsing against her ass.
She rolled her hips, winding her hot cunt around on the animal's prick as her cunt muscles rippled, closing tightly around his cockmeat.
Then she began to hump.
She drew her pussy along his prick until only the naked prick-knob was in her cunt slot and his red cocklance stood out between them, slathered with cunt juice, bolting his balls to her gooey gash. Then she shoved down on the bed and took every inch of his cock into her pussy again.
"Hump me, doggy!" she rasped. "C'mon--fuck my cunt, boy--fuck me like a bitch in heat!"
The Airedale growled, baring his teeth, his eyes glowing and his tongue hanging out. His haunches braced and he began to pump the prick to her vigorously. His prick hissed in and out of her bubbling fuck-slot, pumping cunt juice out, lathering her groin as he filled her pussy.
Nancy tilted her loins, taking the animal's prick at different angles, lunging up and then plunging down so that his hard cockshaft slid across her clit. Her thighs gripped his flanks and her heels jolted on his haunches, then she threw her legs wide open and arched deeply.
The Airedale was slobbering on her tits as he poured the prick to her savagely, his lips curling back from his fangs in a canine grimace. Nancy stared at the brute, thrilled at how enthusiastic and grateful he seemed, how totally involved in fucking her.
His cockshaft was really heating her up by the friction of his lightning-fast strokes, and as her fuck-hole filled with more cunt cream, the brute's prick fucked even faster. The dog's haunches were a blur as he pumped the prick to Nancy's pussy with bestial abandon.
She grunted loudly as his fat cockhead slammed in and bottomed out in her pussy. She moved sinuously, fucking with the frantic animal, and arching and jerking under him as he fucked the cock to her in a frenzy, fucking in and out so fast that she couldn't tell if he was coming or going.
Her soaking cunt hole was clinging to him, massaging and sucking on his cockrod. As the dog jerked back, he dragged her cuntlips out with his tight-fitting plunger, as if he were pulling her pussy inside out. Her sloppy pussy sucked and slurped as he fucked her steadily.
Nancy was jerking like a marionette, dancing on the dog's cock. Her belly pumped, her ass churned and her hips jolted from side to side. She cupped her tits and pulled at the stiff nipples, then slid a hand down over her gently rounded belly and fingered her clit, adding to the fiery sensations. She splayed her fingers out in her crotch and felt the dog's slippery prick fucking in and out. Then she reached lower and fondled his balls lovingly, feeling the hot cum load swelling them so huge.
"Yeah--yeah--fuck my cunt!" she cried. "Shoot me full of your sweet jizz!"
Her lewd cries did not go unheard.
Standing naked at the bedroom door, with his cock jolting up to a booming hard-on, Nancy's brother frowned when he heard that. He had supposed that his sister must be giving herself a hand-job--but why would she be talking to her fingers, urging her hands to cream in her cunt? It dawned on him that she must have someone in there with her. But who? It didn't seem possible that she could have sneaked a lover into the house on her wedding night. Did she have a dildo or a vibrator in there? Some fuck-tool that she loved so much that she was talking to it as if it were alive?
Curious, as well as horny as hell, Charles turned the doorknob and very carefully opened the door a crack. After all, this room was supposed to be empty, and he had every right to investigate the strange sounds.
He looked in--and almost fainted.
There was his sexy little sister, perched on the edge of the bed, with the Airedale mounted over her and pounding his huge prick into her cunt!
Holy shit, Charles thought.
He knew that he should close the door again, to avoid embarrassing the naughty girl. Yet the sight was so fascinating that he just stood there, dumbfounded, his jaw hanging open and his prick towering up. He watched the dog's crimson cock vanish up her cunt hole, then pull back out all slathered with her pussy cream.
The man looked stunned, for a moment. Then he began to smile.
If his sister would fuck with a dog, there seemed to be no limit to what she might do!
Charles stepped into the bedroom and closed the door behind him, his hard-on hammering away with incestuous inspiration as he stared at his dog-fucking sibling.
Nancy gasped when she saw Charles standing there. She blushed with shame. But the dog kept on fucking his cock into her cunt, and she couldn't have uncoupled from the frenzied creature now, even if she had wanted to. Then she saw that her brother was naked and smiling--and that his prick was rock hard and drooling pre-cum as it loomed up before his belly.
"It's okay--don't stop," Charles rasped, crossing the room prick first. "Oh, yeah--fuck the bastard, Sis!"
The Airedale paid no attention to his master, not even knowing that he was doing a naughty thing. Bestiality was hardly taboo to the beast. Nancy and Charles knew that it was wrong, of course--but that only made it more thrilling.
Charles leaned down, bending over his towering fucker as he stared into his sister's crotch, watching the dog's prick vanish and emerge from her flooded pussy and listening to the moist suction sounds that her fuck-hole made as it pulled and dragged on the beast's prick.
The Airedale's head was bobbing up and down as his loins slammed in and out. He lapped at Nancy's lovely tits and Charles saw that the dog's wet, red tongue was filmed with streaks of cunt juice mixed with the slobber. He glanced at Nancy's excited face, and his cock surged like a rocket when he saw that his kid sister's lips were flecked with dog-cum. Knowing that the naughty newlywed had sucked the dog off turned her brother on as much as watching the brute's long prick sink into her pussy.
Nancy gazed up at Charles with a faint smile on her cummy lips, realizing that he was anything but shocked and disgusted by her behavior. His rampaging cock gave proof of his approval.
He thrust his loins out, shoving his rigid prick towards the girl's radiant face. Nancy whimpered in wondrous anticipation of oral incest. She was about to shift her head across and suck on a mouthful of brotherly cock. But just then, the Airedale howled and fucked into her savagely as the beast neared the crest.
"Oh! The fucker's gonna cum!" Nancy gasped.
Charles stared at the coupling in fascination, even forgetting about his own raging need. Nancy pumped furiously, meeting the dog's dynamic fuck-thrusts. Her cunt hole was melting around the dog's driving prick.
She felt his jism gush up her cunt.
"Ahhhh--he's creaming me!" she wailed.
Her hips flew up and down as the animal poured his bestial cum into her cunt in raging torrents. His fuck-juice mingled with her girl-cum as his prick pumped in. The combined fuck-creams gushed from her cunt slot.
Pounding doggedly away, the brute emptied his huge balls in repeated spurts, with Nancy melting again each time she felt more dog-cum hose into her pussy.
Her valentine-shaped ass slipped from the edge of the creaking bed and her loins were jerking about in the air, supported on the dog's iron-hard cockrod. In and out his prick fucked, shooting slimy ropes of jism up her pussy. A final burst exploded in her cunt core and the dog faltered, missing a stroke, his balls swinging.
Nancy continued to wriggle on his spent prick, working off her own lovely cumming as her sucking cunt muscles dragged a few last drops of jizz from the beast's fucker.
She squirmed back onto the edge of the bed, with the dog's cock still stuck up her pussy. His balls were drained, but his massive cockstalk was still hard in her pussy, pulsing and rippling and throbbing. She loved feeling his prick gorging her gash and made no attempt to disengage.
She turned to Charles again, smiling a bit sheepishly. And then those smiling lips slowly parted and the tip of her tongue slid across in wanton invitation.
With her fuck-hole still stuffed full of dog-prick, it was time for a mouthful of her brother's big prick...
CHAPTER NINE
There was no need to speak. Brother and sister had both lusted incestuously for each other for years and now, with a load of dog-cock and cum up her cunt hole, neither felt the slightest inhibition.
Charles folded his fist around the root of his prick and, thinking of the countless times that he had jerked off while fantasizing about Nancy, he gave his cock a slow push-pull, making the swollen cockhead throb.
Nancy's eyes crossed as she stared in at that delicious-looking hunk of purple cockmeat. Her pretty face was a mask of desire. No longer blushing, she was flushed now with a glowing radiance. Her pink tongue curled down over her sensual lower lip, forming a moist and pliable bridge over which his cock could slide into her mouth.
It was kind of naughty to suck another guy's prick on her wedding night, she knew. But since it was only her brother, it would be pretty much the same as sucking and fucking with the dog, she reasoned--not really cheating on her new husband. But cheating or not, she was too hot and hungry to care.
Charles stepped up to her, still slowly pumping his fist up and down on his cockshaft. He placed his free hand alongside Nancy's cheek. They gazed lovingly into each other's eyes, sharing a sibling sensuality. His cockhead was looming in her face and she panted eagerly.
Charles dipped slightly and placed the head of his cock on his sister's tongue. Her lapper fluttered against the underside of that big, meaty triangle. A glob of gooey pre-cum oozed out, sliming her pink tongue. She moaned with the pleasure of it, the joy of feeling her own brother's fuck-juice soaking her taste buds.
Moving gently, Charles inched his cock into Nancy's parted lips, then deeper into her maw. Her mouth closed around his hard fucker and the oval of her lips began to slide up and down on his cockrod as she sucked. He held her face between both hands now, his ass corkscrewing as he tenderly fed the cockmeat to her, fucking her mouth slowly and steadily. She stared up into Charles' narrowed eyes, thrilled by the look of pure lust that twisted his handsome face.
Her brother's cockmeat was scrumptious, and Nancy could tell that he had recently had his cock stuck up Martha's soaking cunt hole. His musky cock flavor was sauced by pussy nectar, and was all the more tasty because it had been basted in a hot sister-in-law pussy.
"Ahhhhh--suck my cock, Sis!" Charles groaned.
She pulled her lips up to his prick-knob and whispered: "I always wanted to, Charles."
And then her blonde head bobbed down and she took all of his long prick into her mouth, her lips clamped at the hairy hilt and her chin cushioned on his balls. She began to move rhythmically, soaking his cocklance with her sisterly slobber. Another gooey glob foamed from his piss hole, and Nancy wailed softly, adoring the taste of that sibling spunk.
The Airedale was quivering. He was lapping at her tits and staring into her face, perhaps recalling the magic of that sweet mouth as he watched his master's massive cockshaft slide in and out. The animal's prick was still jammed all the way up Nancy's cunt, as hard as ever. They seemed to have been glued together by their blended cum cream. Her cunt muscles massaged the dog's prick as her mouth sucked avidly on her brother's cockmeat.
Charles humped, fucking her face as she savored every inch of his thick prick. Then she pulled back to relish his dripping cockhead. She was using her tongue and lips and cheeks, her head turning and twisting.
"Ahhhh, Sis!" he gasped, his cock swelling.
"Cum in my mouth," Nancy whimpered, winding her tongue around his prick-knob as she sucked on it.
She shoved down toward his balls, yearning to swallow all the hot, thick jism from those brotherly balls.
Her ass and hips were grinding slowly as she fucked her cunt up and down on the Airedale's stationary prick. With a cock in both ends, Nancy was in a rapture. She didn't want to ever be empty again. Her pussy was juicing and her mouth was slobbering. Her clit sparked and her tongue tingled. Transported to a horny heaven, the naughty girl gave head to her brother and squirmed on the dog's prick.
She fondled Charles' balls, then reached around behind him and fingered his asshole. The dog's prick rippled in her pussy and his wet tongue slurped and slobbered all over her plump tits and taut nipples.
Charles fucked his cock in faster, panting, his pre-cum flowing heavily now.
"Swallow it, Sis!" he croaked.
"Ooooh! Feed me!" Nancy wailed, slamming her mouth down to the hilt of his prick as his balls erupted.
Cum squirted into her greedy maw. Her mouth was already full of saliva, and streaks of hot cock cream gushed into her soaking maw. She swallowed the precious stuff voraciously. Charles hosed her with hot cum as he pumped in, then shot another jism jet onto her flashing tongue on the backstroke.
Her brother's cum overflowed her lips and dribbled down her chin, then splashed onto her heaving tits. The Airedale lapped the slime up and wolfed it down, and his prick responded by surging in her clinging cunt hole.
Charles' thighs were trembling. He felt as if his cumming was starting in his heels, his fuck-juice shooting all the way up his legs before it squirted into his sister's mouth. His prick was so stiff that his hard-on seemed to be rooted back in his asshole.
Still creaming, Charles staggered. He turned, with his cock still in his sister's mouth as he revolved around it like a pivot. He flopped down on his back on the bed, arms and legs spread out and belly thrust up. Nancy was not about to relinquish his big cock while it was still hosing the hot jizz out. Sinuously, she turned as he did, holding his cock buried in her sucking mouth.
As she twisted after her brother's prick, her cunt came sliding up the Airedale's prick. His flaring red cock-knob stuck in her cunt slot for a moment, then slipped out. The dog hopped down from the bed and stood, wagging his tail and slobbering. His balls had been emptied into Nancy twice, but his fucker was still stiff, ready for more action on this memorable doggy day of new adventures.
Charles' cock, too, remained rigid.
His cum-load was drained, but his big prick was still hard in his sister's mouth as she bobbed up and down, milking out the dregs.
Holding his cock in her mouth, throat pulsing as she swallowed the dregs, Nancy smiled ecstatically.
A few hours ago, she had been a virgin. Now she had sucked and fucked with a dog and given her brother a blow-job.
And she was still horny as hell.
Nancy decided to fuck Charles next...
CHAPTER TEN
Even as Nancy made that incestuous decision, Charles' wife was wondering why he hadn't returned to throw another fuck into her steaming pussy.
She lay alone in bed, rubbing her cunt to keep it simmering--but being careful not to waste a cum on a hand-job.
She frowned, puzzled. Charles had had more than enough time to get a drink. Where the hell could he be? Oh, shit, she suddenly thought. I bet the bastard has sneaked down to Nancy's room, trying to spy on the young newlyweds while they fuck!
The idea didn't disturb naughty Martha in the slightest. In fact, she found it exciting.
She decided to investigate.
Martha got up and moved to the door, her voluptuous body all ass and tits and naked, her luxuriant cunt bush like a dark forest spreading from the vee of her thighs. She went silently down the hallway, expecting to find her husband lurking at the newlyweds' bedroom door.
But the hall was empty.
Curious, Martha moved on past the spare room. The action had come to a temporary halt there and, never suspecting that room might be occupied, she didn't hear the soft sounds that Nancy was making as she coaxed the last gooey drops of cum out of her brother's cockhead, holding all of his prick in her mouth and eagerly anticipating having it up her cunt.
Martha listened at the newlyweds' door.
Hearing nothing, she opened it a crack and peered in--and frowned in surprise.
There was Ricky, sound asleep and naked atop the covers. But where the hell was Nancy or, for that matter, Charles? Martha hesitated for a moment and then, with a really wicked grin, she slipped into the room and moved up to the bridal bed.
Ricky was on his back and his cock, which had obviously been well drained recently, was looped in a soft but thick coil, the cock-knob on his flat belly. Martha glanced at his face to make sure that he was really asleep, then bent down for a closer inspection of his prick.
Martha liked to look at pricks--even soft ones.
And Ricky's cock, she saw, was quite a sight. Even limp, his cock was impressively large and shapely, but what really made it exciting was that his cockhead and cockshaft were all drenched with Nancy's cunt juice.
Martha's mouth began to water.
She felt like having a taste of Ricky's cock-meat and, even more excitingly, licking up some of the bride's creamy pussy nectar from his prick. His prick really looked delicious, with thick streaks of cunt cum lathered on the fat purple knob and glistening on the heavily veined cockstalk.
Did she dare?
She paused for a moment, then grinned again. She would just take a couple of licks, she figured. Just enough to taste that succulent fuck-cream, without waking Ricky up. Then she would slip silently away before she was discovered in such a depraved and compromising position.
But Martha should have known better.
She had never been able to settle for a few licks on a cock, and no cock had ever been in her mouth without feeding her a load of fuck-juice...
She settled carefully onto the bed, bending over the sleeping man's loins. She glanced at his face again and licked her lips lasciviously. Ricky was softly snoring. He looked composed and contented, obviously well fucked.
Martha pressed her nose against his balls, sniffing and snuffling. A fragrant combination of ripe scents filled her nostrils. Musky cock-meat, the tang of sweaty balls, the starchy scent of cum and the perfume of pussy all blended together into a compelling aroma.
Martha sighed and began to tongue Ricky's hairy balls enthusiastically. She lifted them in her hand and licked at the underside of the hairy sacs, her lips stirring on the loose skin as her tongue flicked.
She lifted his limp prick in her fingertips and, holding it up, began to run her hot tongue up and down the underside of the soft prick. Checking his face again for any signs that he might be awakening, she began to tongue all over the fat slab of his cockhead. She licked all the congealed fuck-slime from his meat, replacing it with foamy slobber.
Nancy's cunt juice, tongued up from Ricky's fat prick, was so delicious that Martha began to moan ravenously. Oh, how she wished she might get a chance to suck that nubile young bride's cunt and drink some of that glorious girl cream straight out of her creaming cunt.
Then she felt Ricky's cock-knob expand against her tongue. She raised up and peered down and saw that her gentle licking had started to make his prick swell and stiffen. He was still sound asleep, but his expression was subtly changing and Martha realized that he was starting to enjoy an erotic dream. She wondered if she could manage to make it a wet dream. Could she suck him to a creamy cumming without waking him up? It was risky, she knew--but his juice-soaked cock was so fucking delicious that it was worth that risk.
Being very careful and stifling her own panting whimpers, Martha licked all over his cock and balls. She licked up every smear of congealed cum and cherry pussy juice, leaving his prick drenched with her saliva. She held his cock up to her mouth and worked her lips against the tip, tongue darting out against the underside where the fat cockhead flared out from the cockshaft.
Little by little, as the young man got deeper into some delectable dream, his cock stiffened and swelled. Martha ran her lips up and down against the veined underside of his prick, playing it like a flute. She lifted his balls and nuzzled his damp, musky crotch under the bags, then slid back up to suck gently on his cockhead.
His cock-knob hardened in her lips and pushed into her cheek, the cockrod tensing into a standing tower now. Ricky moaned in his slumber. He was no longer snoring. His prick stirred in response to her hot, wet mouth and to whatever nocturnal delights she was creating in his dream world.
Eager to drink his jism, but afraid that she would wake him up if she gave head too vigorously, Martha sucked softly on his prick-knob and began to frig up and down his long cockstalk with her hand, holding his fucker between thumb and fingers.
His cockhead was rubbery, but getting harder by the moment, and she could feel the inner core of his cockstalk stiffening as she worked it up and down. It was a real kick to take a soft cock into her mouth and feel it swell and harden, and Martha was whimpering softly as she mouthed him, the sounds muffled on his cockmeat.
She had already sucked all of Nancy's cunt cum from Ricky's prick, but now that his prick was hard and beginning to throb, it was a succulent snack by itself. And the thrill was enhanced by knowing that she was wantonly giving head to her sister-in-law's husband on their wedding night.
She slipped his cock-knob into her cheek, rubbing it against the smooth, wet flesh, then gulped and sucked it right into the back of her maw. As she gobbled on his cock, she frigged gently on the base, adding manual stimulation to the oral work, yearning to make him cream in her mouth without waking him up. If he did wake up, she knew it would be too late to stop. And by the way he was starting to thrash about, she felt certain that Ricky wouldn't want her to stop, but she really did want to milk him dry while he still slept and enjoyed his dreams.
Ricky's body tensed, then bridged. His ass rose up from the bed, feeding cock into her mouth. He was smiling blissfully in his slumber and breathing heavily. Martha wondered what sort of dream he was having. But it wasn't really important, as long as it turned out to be a wet dream.
Her raven head bobbed gently up and down, hair falling like spilled ink over his crotch as she sucked him. Her lips pulled up and pushed down and his prick got bigger and bigger, harder and harder, starting to vibrate as it jutted up from his expanding balls.
He whimpered and moaned, ass and hips moving and the smile on his face changing into a grimace of lust. Martha was gasping in her cum-hunger, sucking harder and jacking faster on his cock.
Suddenly her mouth was full of jism.
Because he was asleep, Martha had not been able to judge the crest and his cum-load poured out abruptly and unexpectedly, a great wash of the sweet stuff surprising her. She gasped and gulped it down voraciously and another creamy load flooded onto her flashing tongue. She pushed her lips down to the hilt of his cockshaft, gurgling as she gulped. Cum ran through her teeth and overflowed onto his belly and balls. She swallowed and he fed her more. Martha was sputtering and gagging as his enormous cum-load pumped into her mouth, but adoring it and drinking it down like a glutton.
At last he was drained. Still sleeping, Ricky collapsed back on the bed, looking very, very contented and satisfied by whatever lovely dream he had enjoyed.
Martha sucked a bit longer, then drew her lips from his prick-knob and gazed at it. She slid her hand up his cock and, gripping his cockshaft just behind the bulging crown, squeezed and pressed her thumb against the underside of the flaring slab of his cockhead. A last glob of jism had been lurking in his piss hole, and it oozed out as she squeezed. Her tongue flashed down and gathered it up.
Martha whimpered. What a treat it had been!
She bent over him again and used her lapper to slurp up the overflow from his cock and balls, both to remove the evidence of his nocturnal seepage and because she wanted to drink every lovely drop of his cum.
She licked his prick until it glistened, then sucked his cockhead to a polished luster. His prick swayed back and forth, like a tree in a tornado, still standing. Martha wondered, greedily, if she had time to suck him off again.
But her cunt was really hot now, steaming and juicing. She needed a cock in her cunt more than she needed another cum-load in her mouth, she figured.
With a wanton whimper, she rose onto her knees and straddled Ricky's loins. Holding his semi-stiff cock by the hilt, she began to wipe her creamy cunt muff against his cockhead.
His well-sucked fucker wasn't quite hard enough to squat on, but she knew that she could easily get her rocks off by rubbing his cock-knob against her clit.
She jerked her pussy against him, using his cockhead like a brush against her clit. Ricky groaned and his eyelids fluttered. Afraid that he was about to wake up, Martha stopped moving on him. It was foolish to take further chances, she knew. She had been lucky to suck a load of cum from him and she had better not press her luck.
With a sigh, she moved from the bed.
Her cunt was smoldering and she sure hoped that Charles would be back in bed by this time.
He was, but not the bed she expected...
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Nancy drew her wet mouth off her brother's rampant cock and pulled her knees up, crouching over him. He was spread-eagled on the bed, arms and legs sprawled out and his prick towering straight up. As Nancy gazed lovingly at his cock, her cunt hole began to ripple with need.
She threw one knee across, straddling his hips.
Charles looked up, blinking.
"I wanna sit on your cock," Nancy whispered.
"Yeah, Sis--fuck me," he rasped.
Now that he had already fucked her in the mouth, he had no qualms at all about completing their incestuous adventures.
He bridged up under the vee of her groin and his fat cockhead nudged into her fuck-slot. Nancy hovered over him, her thighs trembling. She could feel her brother's bloated cockhead throb in her open cunt gash.
She began to slide down on his upthrust prick very slowly, savoring every inch. Charles held himself rigid, his back arched, letting his sister set the pace. Her cunt hole was sucking on his prick. As his cock went deeper, her soaking pussy clung to his cockshaft, pulling and dragging. She rotated her hips, fucking down on his prick.
With a slurp, she settled down to the hairy hilt of his jutting prick, taking it all up her greedy cunt gash. Her ass bounced on his loins and her firm, stiff-tipped tits jiggled saucily as she squirmed. Her cuntlips plastered out around the hairy root of his cock and she moaned with joy as she felt his cockhead flare deep in her pussy.
Her pretty face turned from side to side in a swirl of strawberry-blonde tresses. Squatting on him, holding his cock buried to the hilt, she wriggled and twisted, screwing his prick around inside her fuck-hole.
Then she began to rise and fall.
She pulled her pussy up until only his cock-head was in her sucking cunt, and his huge cock-stalk stood out between them, glistening and pulsing. She hovered there on his cockhead like a flagpole sitter, then fucked back down. She was looking down into her crotch, watching his thick cockshaft vanish inch by inch up into her cunt.
Her pussy pressed to the root of his fucker again, and she shuddered as his cock-knob flared explosively in her depths. She started to fuck him, slowly rising and falling, wanting to make it last. Her ass jerked spasmodically as she fucked down and his cock cored her cunt hole.
It felt so wonderful! It was her brother's cock--and that naughty knowledge was driving Nancy crazy, the very idea of incest thrilling her as his cockmeat filled her.
She reached down behind her ass and held his balls, feeling them swell and moaning at the prospect of having him hose her fuck-hole with his sibling spunk.
Charles humped up as his sister descended, fucking his prick into her wet pussy. He was thinking of all the times he had imagined this coupling as he beat his meat--and now those hot dreams were reality! Yearning to spill his cum-load into that sweet, sisterly slot, he fucked in with vigor, shaking her slim body on his jolting cock-thrusts.
As brother and sister fucked so rapturously, the Airedale was watching with interest.
Being only a dumb animal, the dog was not capable of jealousy. But his cock was hard as a rock and his balls were swollen.
He gazed at Nancy's sensual mouth, fully aware of the fact that it could be used as a fuck-hole. But she was sitting up on her brother's loins, and the Airedale couldn't figure out how he could mount her head and shoulders.
Then he looked at her pumping ass and gave a little yelp, as he realized that the dog-loving girl was in a position very familiar to the animal.
He knew now that a woman could be fucked face to face. But now, in his dim, doggy fashion, it dawned on the brute that she could also, versatile and nimble as the human body was, get fucked dog-style.
With a whine and a whimper, the shaggy beast leaped up onto the creaking bed behind Nancy's ass. He jammed his muzzle in under the cheeks of her grinding ass and his tongue slapped at her cock-stuffed pussy.
Nancy wriggled happily as the dog's lovely lapper added to the sensations in her crotch. He was slurping at her cuntlips as Charles' thick prick fucked in and out. Dog-slobber dribbled into her cunt slot and drenched her brother's balls as the brute tongued away.
His fat red lapper wedged up into her fuck-slot, jammed between her cunt walls and Charles' cockstalk, then slurped out and ran up the crack of her ass.
Nancy groped blindly behind her, reaching for the dog's prick, thinking that it would be fun to jerk the animal off while she fucked with her brother.
But then the Airedale mounted her.
The powerful beast sprang up, clamping his front paws firmly against her hipbones and clinging determinedly to her heaving haunches. As her ass jerked up, dragging her cunt up her brother's prick, the frantic dog humped and stabbed his cock into her groin.
His fat red cockhead bumped against Charles' balls and slid on up to Nancy's cunt. But that soaking cunt was already stuffed to the brim with human cock, and the poor beast's cock-knob bounced away.
Nancy slid down to the hilt of Charles' prick again, and the Airedale rammed his hard-on out with desperation. But again his entrance was blocked by her brother's embedded pussy-plunger.
"Silly mutt!" Nancy giggled. "Can't you see I already got a cuntful?"
But the dog, a creature of instinct, saw only that he was mounted and ready to fuck. He tried again, frantic to bury his bone. His cockhead glanced off Charles' slippery, sliding fucker and shot on up along the crack of Nancy's churning ass. His dripping prick-knob loomed up from that tight ass tunnel, spilling pre-cum out onto the slopes of her ass buns. The dog jerked back, and his cockhead vanished between her asscheeks again--and nestled against her shit hole.
The Airedale paused, trembling and puzzled. He knew he wasn't pressing into her pussy, but that tight brown bud was wet and fluttering and inviting. He hiked his hindquarters up a bit higher, so that his stiff prick was aimed right into her shit chute.
"Oh!" Nancy cried in surprise.
The dog humped, clinging to her haunches and ramming his cockhead against her puckered asshole.
"The dog wants to fuck my ass!" Nancy squealed.
Charles rose up on one elbow, intending to shove the horny brute away, not wanting the pleasure of fucking his sister interrupted by this ridiculous intrusion.
"No--no--let him!" Nancy cried, giving her ass a backwards jerk against the dog's stiff prick. "I want the fucker up my ass!" She began wriggling in wanton bliss. "C'mon, you bastard! Ass-fuck me!"
Charles sank back, grinning. Nancy slid her pussy down on her brother's prick and held his prick buried as she waited for the dog to plunge his hard-on up her shit chute.
The Airedale plowed in, shuddering. Her trim asshole slowly loosened and spread open as the dog's flaring cockhead pushed relentlessly at the brown bud. She shoved back to help him, wanting his prick up her asshole as much as he wanted to ram it in there.
His slick red cock-knob wedged in. It disappeared in her shit hole and the tight slot clamped around his prickstalk, gripping and clinging.
Nancy had never been ass-fucked before, of course, but feeling that hot slab pulse in her asshole, she knew it would be lovely to have him stuff her ass to the brim.
The dog started fucking steadily, and the girl squirmed back to meet his fuck-strokes.
His cockhead was the fattest part of his prick. Inch by inch, it levered into her shit tunnel, spreading her ass guts open and forging a passage for his cocklance to follow. Her shit tube was sucking on his prick, dragging and pulling as if she were trying to digest his cockmeat in reverse.
The dog lurched violently, hauling her back by the hips as he humped into her ass. Nancy gasped as she felt his thick cock fuck all the way up her ass.
The Airedale had fucked in to the balls. His naked cockhead was deep in Nancy's bowels and his swollen balls hung down, jammed against Charles' balls in Nancy's crotch.
Nancy worked her ass muscles. The tight tunnel closed around the brute's fat gut-gorger and her taut ass ring rippled on his cock root, caressing him.
The dog-cock was so deep up her ass that she thought his cockhead must have passed through the coils of her guts and slid on into her belly--that his prick-knob must be floating around in all the jism that she had already swallowed, that when he creamed his cum would splash into the swampy tide she had drunk.
Brother, sister and dog held steady for a long moment, both cocks buried all the way up her twin fuck-tunnels as she squirmed and trembled between man and beast.
Then they began to move together, like some well-oiled fucking machine. Nancy pulled her pussy up to the top of Charles' prick as the dog rammed his prick deep into her ass guts. Then she pushed back down, stuffing her pussy with her brother's cock as the beast jerked his big prick back through her sucking shit chute.
Their hard cocks were rubbing together through the slender membrane that separated her two tracks, like trains passing in a dark tunnel. Nancy was gasping with joy as a cock-head flared in her cunt core and then gasping again as a meaty cockhead throbbed in her ass guts.
How wonderful it was!
How she adored taking on two cocks at the same time!
But as she thrashed about in rapture between those marvelous pricks, greedy Nancy was thinking that it was a shame that her mouth was not occupied, too...
As Martha passed the door of the spare bedroom, on her way back to her own room, she paused.
There was plenty of sound coming from that room now--the unmistakable sounds of frantic fucking!
Martha grinned. It seemed obvious that her husband must be fucking his sister in that room--and on the naughty girl's wedding night, too! But Martha felt no anger or jealousy whatsoever.
She only felt hot and hungry.
She opened the door and stepped in--and stopped dead in her tracks, with a gasp of amazement, when she saw that the dog, too, was involved.
Martha walked over to the bed.
Nancy looked startled when she saw that her sexy sister-in-law had discovered them in this bizarre threesome, all linked up in one frantically fucking bundle. The girl whimpered with shame, caught now in just about every possible depravity...
Except lesbianism.
And Martha soon fixed that.
The raven-haired beauty gave Nancy a look of approval and encouragement. Then she crawled onto the bed and knelt over Charles' face, shoving her heavily maned cunt out. She took Nancy's face between her hands, tilted her loins up and drew the girl's blonde head down into her bushy black groin.
Nancy began to tongue her sister-in-law's pussy with wanton willingness and, finding that cunt was every bit as delicious as cock, she clamped her lips onto Martha's cunt hole like a suction cup on a drain.
Martha creamed instantly, flooding Nancy's mouth with her steaming girl-cum.
The Airedale howled and his hot cum-load hosed into the bride's ass guts in a torrent.
As her ass filled with dog-cum, Nancy slammed down on Charles' prick and he climaxed. His fuck-juice rocketed like a geyser into her cunt.
Sucking and fucking and whipping her ass on the dog's prick, Nancy drained her three lovers and melted between them, cumming as she never had before.
