Elizabeth Baxter was wondering if she should let the dog fuck her. She was sitting on the couch, one leg drawn under her, wearing a frilly and semi-transparent negligee. The dog was curled up by the fireplace, his big head on his front paws. Elizabeth could see his cock and balls. She had to admit that they looked useful. The dog was a Great Dane and his cock was in proportion to the rest of his massive size. Elizabeth, although she had never been fucked by a dog before, was a woman who liked big pricks.
She was frustrated, too.
Her husband, Harry, had been away for several days and so Elizabeth had not had any fucking, and it was starting to get to her. She liked to get fucked at least once a day. Harry was agreeable to that and he usually kept her well satisfied, but now that he was out of town Elizabeth was getting desperate.
She had finger-fucked herself that morning.
It was pleasant enough and she had gotten her rocks off, but fingers were not pricks and it left her unsatisfied.
She was annoyed, too.
Harry hadn't telephoned.
He's probably in bed with some slut, Elizabeth thought morosely. It made her mildly jealous to imagine that and it made her feel a lot hornier, too.
She wished that some total stranger, handsome and with a big prick, would come to the door for some reason. A salesman or a motorist asking directions. She would have seduced the lucky caller on the spot.
But she didn't want to start an affair with anyone she knew or that her husband knew.
She didn't want an affair, at all, in fact. She simply wanted some good, physical fucking with no emotional entanglements, no plans to meet again. She didn't even care if she knew the guy's name. She had been toying with the idea of sending herself some flowers and then seducing the delivery boy.
That was when she started to wonder about fucking the dog.
She wouldn't have to worry about emotional entanglements with a dumb animal. It would be the sort of purely physical sex that she was in the mood for. And the dog couldn't tell anyone about it. She knew that Rover was an energetic fucker. She had seen him pounding away on a mongrel bitch in the park once.
Those speculations were making her cunt awfully hot.
Still, she hesitated. Getting fucked by a dog wasn't the sort of thing that a girl could take lightly-at least not the first time. She wasn't at all sure if she should sink to such depravity.
She looked at the telephone, willing it to ring.
It didn't ring.
She looked at the Great Dane's cock again. The dog seemed to have sensed her mood.
He was staring curiously at her, his big tongue lolling out over his jaw-and she thought that his prick was a bit bigger and harder than it had been. Elizabeth grinned impishly. She was a beautiful woman and she had turned a lot of men on but this was the first time that she had turned a doggy on.
She glanced at herself in the looking glass. Elizabeth had long blonde hair and big blue eyes and a wide, sensual mouth. Her tits were firm and thrusting and capped by big, stiff nipples. Her ass was heart shaped and her legs long and sleek and her hips curvaceous. She was lithe and supple and energetic in bed-or on the floor, come to that.
She opened her negligee and looked at her tits.
Cupping her tits in her hands, she held them up and pushed them together in deep cleavage. She ran the edges of her thumbs over her nipples and made them swell.
She felt a hot flash of narcissistic pleasure. The dog gazed at her with interest.
His prick was definitely starting to swell.
Elizabeth drew the hem of the nightie up and parted her thighs, looking at her cunt in the mirror. Her cuntlips were unfurled like the petals of a fleshy flower and the slot was flooded with pussy juice. Her clit stood out, tense and throbbing. As she stared, a trickle of cunt juice ran slowly down her crotch and seeped into the crack of her ass.
Rover gave a low rumble.
She looked at the brute again and saw that the dark-red tip of his cock was starting to push out from the hairy sheath and that his balls were inflated like balloons. Sensing her sexual arousal, the dog was getting aroused, himself. He had a big prick and it seemed an awful shame for it to go to waste, for both of them to feel frustrated when they could so easily settle the issue between them. Yet she hesitated, unable to make the decision.
She rubbed her fingertip on her cunt slot.
She thought that maybe she should give herself another hand-job. After she had come she wouldn't be so tempted to fool around with the Great Dane, she reasoned.
But the dog would still be horny.
Not having hands, the poor dumb brute could not jerk off.
Elizabeth could jerk him off, though!
She was thrilled by that idea. It was not really naughty, the way fucking the dog would be. It was just a kindness to her pet, really, just giving him an emergency massage. But it would be exciting to have that big, hard cock in her hands, to pump it slowly up and down and make the dog whimper and whine-and then to see that hot, thick spunk spurt out of his cock-knob!
She could finger-fuck herself while she jacked the dog off and maybe they could come at the same moment.
Or she could coax the dog to lick her cunt!
His tongue was big and broad and nimble and she knew it would feel wonderful on her juicy pussy.
That wouldn't be as naughty as fucking the beast, either.
And Elizabeth did adore getting her cunt tongued.
She loved it so much that, although she was heterosexual, she had gone to a lesbian bar a couple of times and gotten picked up by women who had cunt-sucking inclinations. Elizabeth had discovered that girls ate pussy better than most men. Having cunts them-selves, she supposed they knew more about the way to treat a cunt. Too, they seemed to enjoy cunt-lapping so much, to relish it. In fact, Elizabeth was rather intrigued by the idea of sucking a pussy, herself. She wanted to try it sometime. She would have gone down on either of the dykes who had picked her up, if they had wanted her to, but they had been more interested in gobbling her pussy than getting gobbled and, having maintained that she was not a lesbian, Elizabeth had been too shy to suggest it-or to just start sucking pussy of her own accord. Someday, when the time and the place and the girl were right, Elizabeth intended to give pussy-eating a try.
Thinking of that now, she dipped her finger up her creamy cunt gash and brought it up to her lips. She licked her own cunt juice from her finger, then pushed it into her mouth and sucked.
Cunt juice was tasty stuff.
She could well understand why certain types of women enjoyed going down on pussy.
She guessed that the dog would enjoy cunt-licking, too.
His interest was evident now. He had lifted his big, blunt head and cocked one ear up. He gazed at her crotch. The head of his prick had pushed out free of the sheath now, flaring out in a wide wedge of hot red cockmeat.
"Come here, Rover," she called.
The big dog bounded to his feet and obediently trotted across the room, his stiff cock swaying under his belly. Elizabeth held her hand out. The dog sniffed, then licked her fingers. She slowly drew her hand back towards her groin. The dog, still licking, moved after it. Elizabeth gave a lustful moan, anticipating the thrill, feeling sordid and wicked and yet enjoying the dark desire all the more because of that attitude. The Great Dane's muzzle was almost in her crotch. He looked up at her, puzzled, not sure if his mistress wanted him to tongue her pussy.
Elizabeth opened her cuntlips wide apart with her fingertips.
Her face had contorted to a mask of lust and she was starting to pant like a steam engine.
Rover pushed his snout in and his cold nose touched her steaming cunt. His nimble tongue swept up her pussy slot and over her clit, and she began to moan with the joy of it. The dog was lapping cunt juice out of her pussy and doing it with evident pleasure. She was holding her cunt slit open so he could lap right inside her hot fuck hole. Her clit felt like a stick of dynamite.
The dog whimpered as he lapped away at her pussy.
The thrills began to ripple across Elizabeth's belly, one following the other, higher with each passing wave. An electric tingle shot up her trembling thighs.
She closed her legs around the dog's broad head as if trapping him in the velvet vise of her loins.
But Rover needed no trap to hold him there, because he was truly savoring that succulent pussy. His head bobbed up and down and twisted from side to side. His long tongue kept slurping on her juicy cunt.
She parted her legs again and gazed down, watching the Great Dane's tongue on her pussy, thrilled by the sight and by the knowledge of bestiality almost as much as by the sensation of his cunt-lapping.
The waves of her rising joy came faster and higher. The waves were starting to merge together into one prolonged spasm of pure ecstasy.
Foaming cunt juice poured from her pussy and ran down her crotch in creamy ribbons and banners.
The dog hungrily lapped up her pussy juice.
Elizabeth wailed as she came to the crest. Her cunt melted and flowed.
Rover kept on lapping through her orgasm, his flashing tongue making moist slurping sounds as her cunt squished and flooded. He lapped her hot cunt nectar out and gulped it down.
Elizabeth arched her slender back. Her ass churned on the edge of the couch, her hips worked like pistons and her flat belly pumped up and down as she worked her climax off to he dregs.
Then she lay still, breathing heavily.
Rover took a few last licks on her creamy pussy and raised his head. His tongue lolled out, slathered with cunt juice.
"Ummmm-what a good doggy," she purred.
She felt obligated to return the favor.
She looked under the dog. His cock had swollen to massive proportions now. He was inspired by the cunt-lapping he'd done. The log's prick looked so taut that it could have been used as a crowbar. And it was vibrating like a tuning fork. It was certainly not going to be any hardship for the horny woman to jack her dog off.
She wanted to.
But Elizabeth was being silly.
Elizabeth adored cocks, and she was not the sort of girl who would waste a stiff prick and a load of hot cum on her hands.
Chapter Two
Elizabeth had not jacked off a cock in years, not since she had discovered that it was a lot more fun to suck them off, in fact.
When she had been a sexy, nubile teenager, Elizabeth had begun heavy petting with the various boys who asked her out on dates. She had, at that time, some vague idea of keeping her virginity until she got married, but she was a hot and horny girl and couldn't resist the pleasures of a boy's groping hands. She was promiscuous within those self-imposed limits-that is, manually promiscuous. Any boy who took her out was pretty well guaranteed to get jerked off and to be allowed to feel her up and finger-fuck her so that, while still a virgin, Elizabeth had rather a naughty reputation.
Sometimes she went out with two boys at the same time. Seated between them in the back seat of a car, Elizabeth would jerk them both off at once, one hand for each cock, while they played with her tits and took turns finger-fucking her pussy.
One night, more or less by accident, she got a face full of hot cum. She had been leaning over her date's loins as her hand jerked up and down rhythmically on his stiff prick. She loved to watch the spunk shoot out of a cockhead and, without realizing it, she was getting closer and closer to that cum-spouting cock.
A thin trickle of pre-cum poured out, heralding his impending ejaculation.
The slippery stuff ran down onto her forefinger.
Elizabeth had given a little delighted gasp when she saw that initial flow and knew he was about to come--and when she gasped, naturally, her lips parted.
The boy groaned and shot his cum-load and the thick stuff flew right up into her open mouth.
She drew back in shock.
But her fist kept pumping away automatically and she jerked another thick spurt out. The jizz splashed on her lips. Elizabeth had not intended to get a mouthful of cum. She had always thought that her oral virginity, like her pussy, should be preserved for marriage. But with the boy's delicious cum coating her tongue and running around in her cheeks, she was thrilled to the marrow of her bones. She thought about spitting it out-for all of two seconds.
Then she swallowed the youth's jizz.
And with that very first drink of cum, Elizabeth had become a confirmed cocksucker-even before she had sucked a cock.
But she didn't have to wait long for that.
Despite his ejaculation, the young fellow's prick was still stiff and rampant. The sight of his cum flying right into a girl's mouth had thrilled the boy even more than the action of her hand or his own orgasm. He gaped at her, astounded, and his cock throbbed and bucked in her fist without any pause to recover. She smiled shyly at him.
She had cum on her lips.
Then she bent down and took the head of his prick into her mouth and nursed on it, sucking off the jism that streaked the cockshaft. She polished his cockhead and then she kept right on sucking, and this time when he came he poured the slime right into her sucking mouth and onto her flashing tongue and she swallowed every sweet drop of his cum and milked him to the bone. She used her tongue to lick up the stray drops of jizz that had escaped her greedy lips and run down his cock onto his balls.
She looked up with another shy smile.
"I didn't know you were a cock-sucker," he gasped.
"I never did it before," she said.
Then she did it again ...
Elizabeth had discovered that she loved every aspect of having a mouthful of hot cockmeat and cum. She adored the taste and texture of jism. It was a whole lot more satisfying than jerking a boy off, she realized.
And she began blowing all of her boyfriends.
Now when she went out with two boys together, one of them had to wait his turn. She no longer gave double hand jobs but sucked them both off one after the other-often two or three times each. Her reputation suffered, of course. But it was worth it because Elizabeth found that she was getting a lot more dates than before.
One memorable night, she blew six football players out behind the team dressing room. She drank so much spunk that night that her belly felt as inflated as a football and she figured that, if cum were lighter than air, she would have soared right up over the goalposts.
Elizabeth had started fucking when she was sixteen.
She just got so hot one night that she let a robust lad fuck his prick into her cunt and she found out that fucking was every bit as good as she had anticipated. As it had been with cock-sucking, Elizabeth didn't look back after the first time and she began getting fucked by most of the young men who dated her.
But she still liked to suck cock.
Luckily, most of her young men were potent lads, able to come at least twice, so that Elizabeth was usually able to suck them off first and then get a nice cunt full of prick.
She met Harry when she was eighteen.
Harry had an extraordinarily large prick and his balls seemed to be bottomless. He satisfied Elizabeth so much that when he asked her to marry him she accepted without hesitation. She was content with Harry and didn't cheat on him very often. She had slipped up a few times, sucking off delivery boys, fucking a meter reader here or a television repairman there, and allowing a lesbian to eat her pussy once in a while.
But basically she was true to Harry.
When Harry was around.
But now Harry was out of town and he hadn't even telephoned, and the Great Dane had been kind enough to lap her cunt to a froth.
The big dog deserved a treat in return.
And Elizabeth quite honestly thought that all she was going to do was jerk the dog off-silly girl.
Chapter Three
Rover was wriggling around like a playful puppy, his prick swinging back and forth under him. The dog wasn't sure what was happening. He had certainly enjoyed lapping his mistress' pussy but it had made him awfully horny and he wasn't sure what, if anything, was going to be done about it. He was only a dumb dog and he didn't really understand about things like bestiality. He only under-stood the physical side of sex and could not fathom the human mind, where depravity played such a large part in the thrill of misbehavior.
He cocked his head, eyeing her hopefully. Elizabeth smiled and patted the couch beside her.
Rover hesitated. He knew that he was not allowed on the furniture. But he could tell that this was an exceptional occasion.
He jumped up, his forepaws on the couch and his backlegs still braced on the floor.
His cock jutted up over her belly.
Elizabeth gazed at the dog's cock with admiration. The big slab of his cock-knob was glistening. She thought that it was even bigger than her husband's splendid fucker. The dog was making little humping movements, pushing his prick up and down over her belly and tits.
She reached under him and cupped his balls, squeezing gently, as if to judge the amount of cum they contained. She lifted the bloated sac, weighing that creamy load of dog-cum.
Then she slid her hand up along his cock-shaft.
His prick throbbed and pounded in her palm.
She fingered him at the sensitive point where his slimy stalk spread out into the delta under his cockhead. His big red prick began to expand like a lung.
The dog whined with his need.
Elizabeth folded her fist around the dog's cock and began to pump slowly up and down.
Her fist skimmed over his prick, and he humped, driving his cock in and out, fucking her fist.
His cockhead touched against her tit. Elizabeth purred with pleasure at the contact. She began to rub his hot cockmeat against her tits and nipples and nudge his cocktip into her cleavage.
She guessed that she would let the dog shoot his cum-load on her tits.
She continued to stroke his prick slowly, enjoying that hard handful of cock so much that she wanted to make it last. As her fist pulled up, his hairy sheath folded over the ledge of his knob and as she dragged back, his cockhead stood out, smooth and naked and flaring. The cleft was parted and starting to drip pre-cum.
Elizabeth stared at that dog-scum with fascination.
A trickle of slime ran down the slope of his cockhead and onto the web between her thumb and forefinger.
That was when the horny woman realized that her mouth was watering for a taste of dog-cock.
The realization shocked her at first.
How could she even contemplate blowing a dog?
But she had to admit that his prick looked delicious and that her mouth was drooling. She wondered if a dog's cock tasted like a man's, or had a different flavor. She wondered what the dumb brute's jism tasted like, as well. She tried to tell herself that this was no more than idle speculation--but she knew it was self-deception. She had always loved a mouthful of prick. How could she not want that succulent slab of cockmeat?
Her mouth was as hot as her cunt by this time. It was like a cunt, in fact. Her tongue was sparking like her clit, her lips had parted like cuntlips and her saliva was flowing like pussy juice.
Oh! I mustn't! she told herself.
She gave his prick a few fast strokes, thinking that she had better finish jerking him off before she got carried away and, overwhelmed by dark desire, did something worse than jack him off.
But those faster strokes caused his cock to vibrate like a jackhammer in her hand.
And that made her even hungrier for the beast's prick.
She felt an actual, physical hunger for his prick. She felt dazed by her lust. Would it, after all, be so very wicked? If she just took a lick, just a single lick, to satisfy her curiosity-that wouldn't be as if she had sucked the dog off or anything, would it? No one would ever know-no one but Elizabeth and Rover and she wouldn't tell and the dog sure as hell wasn't going to tell.
Just one lick ...
She looked into the Great Dane's big, soulful eyes.
Elizabeth blushed. She felt embarrassed by her intentions, even in front of the dog.
She didn't even know if dogs liked blow-jobs.
Another fat drop of pre-cum squeezed out of the dog's cockhead and ran sluggishly down his prick. It was too much to resist. Elizabeth ducked her head down and pushed her tongue out and took her first ever taste of dog-prick. She licked the cocktip lightly and drew back. The dog whimpered and shuddered.
The flavor of his cockmeat tingled on her tastebuds.
Just one more lick, she thought, and she leaned in again and ran her nimble tongue over his prick-knob. Oh, it was delicious! Before she knew it, she was laving his slimy cockhead with the moist strokes of her tongue. Another blob of pre-cum oozed out and she lapped it up. She let it flow over her tongue for a moment, then swallowed it.
It warmed her belly like a fine cognac.
Her face was glowing from the heat of his radiant prick, flushing and blushing at the same time. The dog was gazing at her in amazement. He had no idea why she was licking his prick. It was new to him. Even French poodles didn't suck cocks. But the dog was certainly not complaining, for it felt wonderful to have a hot tongue caress his cockmeat. He shuddered all through his big, muscular body.
Elizabeth was trembling, vibrant with lust.
She hadn't intended to lick his prick but she had, and she'd swallowed a drop of his jism. Now she figured that since she had already committed the sin there was no reason why she should not carry it on to the logical and creamy conclusion. After all, drinking dog-cum might be wicked, but it wouldn't be any more wicked to drink the whole cum-load than it had been to drink a single drop.
She tongued his cock again.
Then she kissed the cocktip and slowly let her lips part, feeding the long red prick into her mouth.
"Ummmm," she purred, sucking softly on the dog's cock.
Her lips peeled outwards around the throbbing lump of cockmeat and her cheeks indented as she sucked. She pushed her fist back to the root of his prick, causing the cockhead to flare inside her mouth, without manual assistance-and to make the delicious feast last. Drinking cum was the best part of a blow-job, but Elizabeth liked to savor the meat course before she got the rich dessert.
She began to bob her head up and down, sliding her lips over the big wedge of his cockhead.
Her tongue lashed back and forth against the underside of his prick.
She glanced in the mirror, thrilled to see her image reflected there with a dog's prick in her mouth. The dog stared down, equally thrilled to see where his cock was going.
He began to hump.
The dog was fucking her in the mouth! Elizabeth gurgled with the joy of it.
The Great Dane's massive cockhead was fucking right back into her gullet as he shoved his cock in, and she was sucking through every retreating inch as he drew back out.
She moaned. The dog whined.
His haunches heaved and his hind legs scrambled on the floor as he energetically fed the prick to her face. He was fucking in so deep now that his swollen balls were brushing against her chin. Pre-cum was flowing freely from his piss slit now, coating her tongue and soaking into her cheeks. Her lips pulled adoringly on the succulent dog-cock and her tongue danced wildly against the underside. Rivulets of jism poured down her throat, making her ravenous for more of the tasty stuff.
The dog stiffened and growled.
She felt his cock expand mightily.
She sucked, yearning for his cum-load, and suddenly her mouth was full of dog-cum!
A jet of jizz hit her throat. He hosed her tonsils and plastered her tongue and soaked her cheeks. Elizabeth gasped and gurgled and gulped the sweet fuck juice down as fast as she could, making room for more-and the Great Dane fed her more cum.
She thought that he would never stop coming.
No man had ever shot so much cum into her mouth. The dog seemed to have more cum than all six of those football players. She was swallowing all the jism she could manage, but there was too much of the thick slime to drink.
Dog-cum overflowed her pursed lips and ran down her chin.
She sucked and swallowed cum, swallowed cum and sucked.
Jizz went down her throat in slippery ropes.
Elizabeth sucked the potent dog-cock dry.
Whimpering and moaning, she sucked every last drop from his cock and balls. She felt his cockhead begin to diminish slightly in her mouth, to soften in her lips. He was no longer spurting cum out, but the last dregs were still trickling out and she kept on sucking and lap-ping until at long last that sweet flow ceased.
She slowly drew her lips away.
His cock bobbed up and down, as if it couldn't decide whether to shrink or to snap back to a new hard-on.
Elizabeth used her tongue to gather up the errant drops that had escaped her lips and coated his cock and balls.
Then she leaned back, panting.
Did she regret her impulsive act? She had expected to-but no, it had been much too wonderful to deny the joy and she felt no sense of guilt or remorse. She was simply thrilled by the fact that she had sucked off her dog.
But cock-sucking was an inspirational thing for her.
Elizabeth's mouth was satisfied now, and her hunger for the dog's jism had been satiated.
But she felt hotter and hornier than ever before.
And the Great Dane's cock was still semi-hard. She knew that it would not be difficult to suck that- sweet prick right back up into a new hard-on. Elizabeth was blushing again.
Elizabeth wanted the dog to fuck her ...
Chapter Four
It was not an easy decision for the woman to make. She had sucked the Great Dane off on a sudden impulse, having intended to only relieve him with a hand-job but getting carried away when that delicious-looking prick began to drip and flare so near her face. That was a naughty enough thing to do, but it seemed excusable since it had been almost an accident. However, to deliberately set out to get fucked by the dog was a different matter. Elizabeth was certainly no prude but bestiality was new to her, and she was troubled by the morality of fucking the dog.
Still-she really needed a cuntful of prick.
If only Harry would come home and fuck her and save her from making that terrible decision.
It was all his fault for going away and leaving her. She felt a spark of anger at the man-a spark which modified her previous feeling of embarrassment at her own behavior. If she could blame the dog-fucking on her husband she wouldn't feel so guilty.
He hadn't even phoned, damn him!
Harry had gone off with a friend to a border town where they held illegal cockfights. Harry had never seen a cockfight and was interested. Elizabeth hadn't minded him going and she had absolutely no desire to see such a bloody sport, herself. But she had failed to anticipate how horny his absence was going to leave her.
The Great Dane was walking around the room, stretching, not sure if anything else was going to happen.
His big prick was still half hard.
Elizabeth decided to telephone Harry.
She knew where he was staying-the Hunter's Lodge, it was called-and she could have phoned earlier but hadn't wanted him to think that she was checking up on him and preferred to await his promised call. But now she thought that perhaps having a conversation with the man would in some way strengthen her willpower and help her to avoid bestiality. Perhaps if she were to finger-fuck herself while she spoke to him?
She picked up the phone.
She got through to the Hunter's Lodge and asked to be connected to Harry's room. And a woman answered!
"Hello? the woman said. She had a sultry voice and a trace of an accent.
Elizabeth, shocked, didn't speak at first. "Hello? Harry?" said the strange voice. "Who is this?" snapped Elizabeth.
"Well, who are you?" responded the woman, and a chilly, antagonistic tone had come into her voice.
"I am Harry's wife," Elizabeth said frostily.
The woman seemed to catch her breath sharply.
But then she giggled.
"I didn't know he was married," she said.
"And where is he?"
"He's not here-at the moment."
"But you are?"
She giggled again.
Elizabeth had a flash image of a dusky, sexy woman lying naked in the hotel bed, waiting for Harry to return.
In fact, that flash was exactly right.
But Elizabeth couldn't be certain. There might-just might-be some logical explanation for the woman's presence in her husband's room, she figured, although she could think of none. A hotel maid would hardly have spoken that way and not identified herself.
Elizabeth began to flush with anger. "When is he expected back?" she asked. "Who knows? Soon, I hope."
"Will you tell him to phone his wife?" "Umm," said the woman, noncommittally. Elizabeth slammed the phone down.
The bastard! The rotten swine! Here she was hot for cock and her husband had another woman waiting in his bed! A slut or a whore, by the sound of the bitch!
Oh, she would get even with that bastard! Elizabeth decided that she was going to suck and fuck with every single one of Harry's friends and acquaintances, to cheat on the swine left right and center.
But at the moment there was only the dog. Elizabeth smiled wickedly.
She had been looking for justification that would allow her to get fucked by the Great Dane without feeling too much guilt or remorse, and now she had it.
And it would serve Harry right to lose his wife to a dog!
In fact, if Elizabeth had only known the truth of it, that form of revenge was partially appropriate.
Harry and his friend Marvin had not gone down to the dusty border town to see the cockfights at all.
They had gone to see the donkey show.
Marvin had heard about it from a traveling salesman, in all the juicy details. He had mentioned it to Harry, who was intrigued. Together, they had cooked up the story about wanting to see the cockfights and traveled south to watch a donkey fuck a woman. From a shady character in a sombrero, they had learned where to go and, at the moment, they were already in the excited audience, eager to see the spectacular feat.
They knew it was going to make then horny as hell.
That was why they had arranged to have a woman waiting in the hotel. They figured that they would be leaving the donkey show with enormous and urgent hard-ons and wouldn't want to waste any time in finding a woman.
They saw no sense in finding two women if they could find one willing to fuck them both.
Yolanda was willing ...
Yolanda was smiling saucily as she hung up the telephone. It amused her to have talked to the wife of one of her potential lovers. Yolanda was a naughty girl and liked nothing better than to be called a bitch-unless perhaps it was being called the best cock-sucker on the border.
She figured that she would enjoy fucking with Harry a lot more, now that his wife knew about it.
She wasn't about to tell him his wife had phoned, though-at least, not until afterwards.
She stretched out, stark naked, on the bed.
She had a mass of heavy black hair that tumbled wildly all over her shoulders. Her tits were big and firm and her hips were wide and mobile and her pussy mound was an incredible jungle of jet-black curls and coils that sent a tentacle trailing up to her belly button. Her cunt gash, open and wet, looked like a sluggish river running through that dark forest.
Now that cunt had started to cream.
Yolanda had been waiting patiently enough for Harry and Marvin to return, looking forward to fucking two handsome men who had been turned on by the donkey show. But now she had lost her patience, inspired by her conversation with Elizabeth.
She began to play with her cunt.
She stroked her pussy slowly and lazily, at first. Her big nipples shot out like bullets. A line of cunt juice seeped down her groin and soaked into the crack of her ass. She began to use both hands on, her pussy, finger-fucking herself with one while she rubbed her trembling clit with the other.
Her pussy melted.
She shuddered through an orgasm.
But then she frowned. A hand-job was better than nothing, but it was hardly the real thing.
She envied the woman who staged the donkey show. Yolanda had fucked a donkey, herself--more than once-and she adored their huge pricks. But now she was obligated to wait in the room for the horny men to return. She considered phoning down and asking the desk clerk to come up and throw a fast fuck into her. But it wasn't a good idea. If Harry and Marvin returned and found her fucking another man, they might not be pleased.
Well, there was one other alternative. She phoned down to the desk.
"Is Juanita in the bar?" she asked. "Yeah," the desk clerk said.
Juanita was almost always in the bar.
The Hunter's Lodge was the sort of place where men and women went to hunt for each other.
"Would you ask her if she'll come up and do me a favor?" Yolanda asked, grinning naughtily as she thought of how, the desk clerk, a horny fellow, would look when he heard her request.
"Want me to come up?" he asked.
"Later, darling-I fancy her, now." He sighed and hung up.
Five minutes later, in came Juanita.
Juanita was as lovely as Yolanda and had the most enormous set of tits. Her tits loomed out in a shelf before her, firm and bouncy. Her dark eyes flashed. Her mouth was painted bright red, and her full lips were mobile and moist. She licked those red lips a great deal. She was licking them now, and as she let herself into the room and saw Yolanda naked on the bed, her thighs parted and her cunt looking tasty.
Juanita was not exactly a lesbian.
She fucked men more often than she fucked women.
But she never turned a girl down, either. She was a ravenous sort of lady and sucked cocks and cunts with equal gusto and total enthusiasm. She particularly liked to suck Yolanda's cunt because it was so juicy and because her pussy was usually full of cum so that she could get the pleasure of drinking cum and cunt juice at the same time.
She stood in at the donkey show sometimes, too, and sucked off those massive pricks. Now she stood by the bed, gazing longingly at Yolanda's open, wet fuck hole.
"Want me to undress?" she asked.
It didn't matter to Juanita, one way or the other. She was totally oral in her inclinations and got her pleasure by giving head, not getting it. But she knew that sometimes Yolanda liked to suck on her huge tits, or even eat her pussy, so she made the offer.
But Yolanda said: "Not today, honey. I'm waiting for a couple of guys. I just wanted a quick suck. Okay?"
That was more than okay with Juanita.
Yolanda arched her back, tilting her crotch up and parting her legs a bit more, one knee raised.
Juanita curled up at the foot of the bed.
She gazed hungrily at Yolanda's pussy for a while, before she went down on the girl, savoring the expectation like a gourmet admiring a well-laid table. Her expressive, red-lipped mouth worked greedily. Her eyes burned into Yolanda's cunt like laser beams, making the woman even randier than she had been as she basked under that appreciative gaze. Then Juanita leaned forward.
She lapped up Yolanda's cunt slot. "Ummm," Juanita purred.
Yolanda sighed: "Ahhh-yes!"
Juanita used just her tongue at first, running her hot tongue up Yolanda's unfurled cuntlips and over her clit, up her cunt gash and then stabbing deep up her fuck hole.
Then she tilted her head to one side and fitted her lips to the other girl's cunt, just as if it were a mouth ready to be French kissed. She began to suck steadily.
Cunt juice poured over Juanita's tongue and bubbled in a frothy deluge past her lips.
She swallowed the precious pussy juice voraciously.
She was disappointed when she realized that Yolanda had not been fucked and filled with jism that day-but not too disappointed, because the girl's cunt was delicious even when it hadn't been squirted full of cum: She had sucked more delicate pussies in her day, but never one so hot and juicy. She worked on Yolanda's cunt with gusto, sucking and tonguing at the same time. She slid down and ran her tongue up the crack of Yolanda's trim ass, slurping up the thick pussy juice that had run down into that tight crevice, then returned to her cunt.
Yolanda began to pant and moan.
That skillful tongue was rapidly bringing her to the peak and she thrashed wildly about, her ass churning, working her creamy pussy around in the cunt-sucker's eager face.
"Come," Juanita whispered. "Come for me-"
"Yes-yes-now!" wailed Yolanda. Her cunt melted.
The hot flood filled Juanita's mouth and she gulped the sweet pussy nectar down with enthusiasm.
She kept sucking steadily until Yolanda stopped moving and lay back, panting and smiling dreamily, her eyes glazed. Then cunt-hungry Juanita used her hot tongue to gather up the last drops of pussy juice that had run down the girl's hairy groin.
She looked up, grinning.
"Okay?" she asked.
"Lovely," Yolanda purred.
Juanita licked a drop of cunt juice off her lower lip.
"Shall I do it again?" she asked.
"I really don't have time now, honey-those two guys are liable to be back any moment."
"Well-can I do you again, later-when your pussy's all full of jism?"
"Of course," said Yolanda.
Delighted by that happy prospect, Juanita went back down to the bar to look for further suckable things and Yolanda, feeling a lot more relaxed, settled down to wait for Harry and Marvin.
Chapter Five
The donkey show was put on in a huge barn on the edge of town. There was quite an audience assembled, including Harry and Marvin. Some of the men wore business suits and some wore cowboy clothes and a couple were hippies-but all of them were horny.
Delores was performing today.
She had started the stimulating activities by doing a striptease, without music, and now she was naked and acknowledging the applause and the hard-ons with a sultry smile.
Delores was a small, slender girl. It didn't seem possible-that she could manage to take a donkey's prick up inside her slim belly. But her cunt was out of all proportion to the rest of her pelvis-a big, juicy fuck hole. It was obvious that she enjoyed her work, for cunt juice had started to run down the sleek insides of her thighs in glistening ribbons.
She turned through a circle, letting the audience admire her naked body from all angles. Her ass was vibrant, her legs sinewy. Her tits were small but her nipples were big and taut.
There was a low platform in the center of the barn.
Delores sat on the edge of it.
An attendant brought the donkey in.
A ripple of excitement ran through the crowd and hard cocks throbbed.
The donkey's cock was throbbing a bit, as well. He was a gray creature with a scornful eye, obviously jaded and worldly. No longer a stranger to the joys of fucking a tight human pussy, he was nevertheless getting a hard-on, for he knew why he had been led into that barn and, although the novelty of bestiality had worn off, the donkey still trembled with anticipation.
The donkey liked to fuck women a lot more than he liked to fuck female donkeys. Women's cunts were tighter and sucked more, for one thing-but mostly it was because women seemed to enjoy his cock more.
Knowing what was expected of him, he walked stiff-legged over to the naked girl on the platform. His semi-hard prick bobbed up and down like a horizontal pendulum. The dark grey cock-knob had just started to come sliding out from the leathery sheath and a dark, fat vein was pulsating steadily up the ventral shaft.
Harry and Marvin exchanged a glance. "She'll never get that prick up her cunt," Marvin said.
Harry wasn't sure. It hardly seemed possible-yet what was the point of the performance if it didn't work?
"Oh, wow!" a hippy cried.
Harry and Marvin looked back at the girl.
She had stuck her tongue out, tempting the donkey with it as if holding a carrot before him.
The donkey brayed.
He enjoyed this part of it, the preliminaries. He enjoyed it when Juanita was performing, too, and he sometimes finished the job in her mouth. He stepped closer and his cock loomed out towards Delores' face. Her head ducked forward and she began to tongue the tip of the donkey's cockhead, slurping with moist strokes.
As she lapped the beast's meaty cock-knob, the naughty girl looked at the audience, interested in seeing how the sight was affecting them-and smiling with satisfaction when she saw that there was not a soft prick in the whole house.
It excited her to excite men-and donkeys, too.
She parted her lips and took the tip of the brute's massive slab of cockhead into her mouth, sucking on it. She couldn't get much of his huge cock in. She had always had deep respect for the mouth of Juanita, which was able to contain the whole head of a donkey's cock-but Juanita, that oral girl, could not take nearly as much donkey cock up her pussy as slim, vibrant Delores could manage.
Sucking on the tip of his prick, she clasped both hands around the rod just behind the cockhead. Her delicate hands could not span the huge prick and it was a mystery to her why she had been gifted with a cunt so greatly out of proportion to her frame and build-but a joyful and most welcome mystery, indeed.
She stroked his cockmeat up and down.
A little pre-cum slime trickled into her mouth.
She drew back, lips parted and tongue sticking out, so that the eager onlookers could see that donkey-scum glisten in her mouth before she tossed her head back and swallowed it down.
"Yummy," she murmured.
Human pricks vibrated like tuning forks around the barn. The watchers were panting like locomotives.
The donkey's cock was fully erect now, hard as stone. The massive slab of the cock-knob was extended from the stalk, throbbing and flaring, the tip of the cock bubbling with spunk.
Delores gave the beast's prick a last loving lick.
Then she arched her back and positioned herself along the raised platform, lifting her loins up on a level with the donkey's hammering prick. She raised her knees and parted her thighs.
The donkey nimbly bounded up, placing his hoofs on the platform on either side of her hips.
His prick loomed over her belly.
The brute was getting very excited now and he began to hump before his fucker was in her cunt, sliding his cockhead along her belly. The prick-knob left a slippery trail of pre-cum glistening along her body from her pussy thicket to her tits. She purred as she felt that hot slime soak into her flesh and thought happily of having the full cum-load squirt up her cunt.
The nimble girl hooked one knee over the donkey's cock.
Using her leg to guide him in, she drew his cock down until the cock-knob was in her crotch.
She began to squirm, her lithe hips rotating as she began to wind her cunt onto his cock like a nut onto a bolt.
The donkey knew from long and happy experience that it was no good to hump too soon-that the woman had to guide the initial penetration before he could fuck the cockmeat to her.
He stood braced and steady as she squirmed her pussy onto his prick.
Her belly heaved and her pelvis pumped.
Inch by inch, she was working the head of the donkey's cock up into her juicy cunt gash. Her cuntlips opened wider and wider. They seemed to be almost turning inside out. Her cunt sucked on that huge wedge of cockmeat and cunt juice flowed freely from her fuck-hole.
Grinding and wriggling, she worked her pussy over his cock-knob.
The massive donkey-cock slipped into her cunt.
"Oooooh!" she squealed.
It was obviously not merely a performance-Delores adored being stuffed to the brim with donkey-prick.
Now, with his cockhead buried in her cunt, the girl braced herself and let the frantic beast start to work. He fucked forward. At first the fit was too snug and when his haunches hauled his prick back, he dragged her right along with him, stuck fast on his cock-knob. But then her juicy pussy loosened and lubricated his cock, accommodating itself to his colossal fucker.
Her fuck hole plastered itself to the contours of his cock.
When the brute hauled back the next time, his cockhead slid almost out of her pussy and then, when he fucked in, he fed her a good foot of prick. She cried out with joy. His cock came pulling out, lathered with creamy cunt juice. He fucked back in with a squishing noise.
Each time he humped he fed her a bit more prick.
The girl was taking about two feet of donkey-cock up her cunt. It seemed impossible. It seemed as if the outline of that gigantic prick should rise up in a furrow along her belly, as if her hips should jump right out of their sockets, as if the head of the donkey's cock must come pushing out of her mouth from within.
She tilted her foaming pussy higher.
The beast was into the fucking rhythm now and the girl began to meet his strokes, thrusting her pussy upward as he fucked in and rotating her pelvis as he pulled his cock out.
His bloated balls swung in and whacked her upthrust ass like the clapper of some carnal bell.
The animal was fucking her savagely now, his haunches a blur as he fucked the cockmeat into her cunt. Delores was grinding wildly around on the platform, her vigor equal to the beast's.
The donkey was braying and Delores was moaning.
Half a dozen men had produced their stiff pricks and were busily beating themselves off. Jism began to spurt out, arching across the barn. A thick jet of jizz splashed on Delores' tits but, concentrating on the donkey-fucking, she didn't even notice.
Harry and Marvin both felt the urge to jack off, too.
But with Yolanda awaiting their pleasure at the hotel, they resisted the urge, ignoring their thundering cocks as best they could.
The donkey was almost at the crest now, tilting the girl's loins high as he buried his huge rod. Cunt juice sprayed out of her pussy as his mighty prick stuffed her fuck hole and pumped her hot cunt nectar out under the pressure.
The donkey's balls swelled.
His prick jolted and recoiled.
Delores cried out in ecstasy as she felt the jet of hot donkey-cum spurt into the depths of her cock-filled cunt.
She melted on his cum-squirting prick.
Her cunt juice gushed out to mingle with the donkey's cum in a seething maelstrom of hot fluids. The brute kept slamming his cock in, rattling her teeth and hosing her with a new burst of cum every fuck-stroke-and every time she felt his jism soak her, she creamed again.
She kicked wildly in the air, wailing and moaning and panting. Her face was a mask of pure fuck-lust, as bestial as the brute that was emptying his cock and balls into her pussy.
At long last, the donkey was drained.
His flanks heaved in and out and he stood rigidly.
Delores continued to squirm about on his prick for a moment as she ground out the final spasms of her orgasm. Then she, too, slowed and stopped.
She smiled at the audience.
The donkey slowly pulled his spent prick out of her pussy. His cock popped out like a cork from a bottle, followed by a rushing deluge of mingled cum and cunt juice that streamed from her vacated pussy.
The animal's glossy cock bobbed up and down.
Delores, by way of an encore, sat up and leaned forwards and used her tongue to polish the slimy head of his spent prick.
The audience applauded.
A few more of them jerked off.
Harry and Marvin looked at each other in wonderment.
It had been a most thrilling sight. In fact, although neither of them mentioned it and would have been ashamed to admit it, they were both thinking the same thing.
They were wondering if there was any chance that they could talk their wives into fucking some animals.
They doubted it.
Marvin's wife would have been disgusted at such a suggestion.
But, unknown to Harry, his wife was already considering fucking the dog.
Harry and Marvin, their cocks out before them like the prows of ships, hurried back to the Hunter's Lodge where Yolanda awaited their return.
And back home, Elizabeth had decided to get fucked by the Great Dane ...
Chapter Six
Inspired by the discovery of her husband's infidelity, Elizabeth was absolutely determined that she would get even with him by fucking the dog, but the woman hadn't yet decided how to do it-that is, she wasn't sure if it would be more appropriate to fuck the brute face to face, human fashion, or to get down on her hands and knees and let him throw a doggy-fuck into her cunt.
In one way it seemed more logical to let the dog fuck her in the way to which he was accustomed-making herself into a bitch in heat for his pleasure.
But fucking human-style seemed even naughtier, somehow-and therefore a more suitable revenge on her unfaithful husband.
Which way, too, would she enjoy the fucking more?
Well, that didn't seem important. She knew that she was just going to adore a fucking from that big dog-cock, whether it was fed in from the front or the back.
Suddenly, Elizabeth smiled happily.
How foolish she was being!
The solution was simple.
She would a let the Great Dane fuck her twice!
His cock had not diminished much following the blow-job she had given him. It was drooping just a bit and the fat prick-knob was still squeezing out from the sheath, dripping jizz.
She decided to fuck him face to face-first.
She called the dog and patted the cushion beside her, as she had done before. He cocked an ear and his prick gave a little lurch. The big brute trotted over and happily jumped up, pushing his slimy prick into her face. It was evident that the dog was expecting another blow-job-that he had quickly learned a new trick and associated this position with fucking his mistress in the mouth.
Elizabeth licked the head of his cock. Sucking the dog's cock into her mouth, she slurped on it.
But then, when his cock was iron hard once more, she drew her lips away.
Rover gave her a reproachful look.
But she folded her fist around the root of his prick and guided it down to her pussy. Rover gave a yelp as he realized that there were more treats in store for him.
Humans were fascinating creatures. Fucking face to face!
Fucking a bitch, he had never seen more than a set of ears. Gazing into a face as he fucked was exciting to the dog.
His powerful haunches trembled.
Elizabeth, holding his cock by the root, began to run the cockhead up and down in her flooded cunt gash, using it like a big spoon to stir her hairy cream bowl. She brushed the cocktip against her tingling clit.
She shuddered.
Rover whined.
Then she fitted his cockhead into her fuck hole.
Rover braced, staring at her questioningly, waiting for her welcome command, obedient dog that he was.
Elizabeth whispered: "Fuck me ..."
If the dog didn't know the word, her tone was clear. His hindquarters bunched with muscle. She arched her back. Then the huge brute fucked his big red prick up her slippery cunt.
His cock went in balls-deep with the first fuck-thrust.
He held the full penetration for a moment, thrilled at having every inch of his prick fucked up a woman's cunt, and letting Elizabeth savor the joy of having her cunt stuffed to the brim with dog-cock. Her cunt muscles began to work on his cock, closing in a sequence of contractions that rippled up his prick from hilt to head, driving the dog wild with the sensation.
The Great Dane pulled his prick out, with her pussylips dragging on the sliding cock-shaft.
His prick steamed in the air as her cunt juice evaporated from the stalk.
He fucked in balls-deep again.
Elizabeth began fucking with the brute, slamming her pussy down to meet his fuck-lunges, stuffing herself full of cock and rolling her hips around, adding torque to the friction. Her fuck hole was molded to the outline of his prick, a velvet vise clamped over every inch of his prick. She arched deeper and threw her legs up, hooking her knees over the surging brute's heaving flanks. Her heels drummed on his haunches. Reaching down, she took his bloated balls in one hand, massaging them. She was crying out in hot bliss every time he fucked his prick up her pussy.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she gasped, punctuating his cock-thrusts. Then, as the thrill began to peak: "Oooooh!"
Dog-cock was wonderful.
The dog was fucking her with savage vigor and lust that no man had ever achieved, fucking her full, plunging in so fast that his prick was like a thunderbolt exploding inside her pussy.
Even before this first fuck was over, horny Elizabeth knew that she would be fucking the Great Dane a lot in the future-and any other big-pricked dog she could get her cunt on, too.
Her pussy dragged and sucked on his cock-meat.
She felt his cock expanding and his balls swelled up in her gently squeezing hand, heralding the hot jet of jism about to spurt from him, the cum-load for which she yearned.
Elizabeth fought to hold back her own orgasm, to wait so that she could come when the dog did, but it wasn't easy to prolong it with that huge cock fucking brutally into her pussy.
Then she felt his cum-load blow.
The thick cum rushed up his speeding cockrod and spurted in a volcanic flow into her cunt.
Elizabeth wailed with the joy of it and, feeling her cunt being hosed by dog-cum, she creamed with him.
Together, they beat out their mutual and simultaneous orgasm to the dregs. His last drops of jism trickled out and he quivered. His prick felt as huge as ever and, for a moment, the woman had a terrible idea that maybe they would be stuck together-that someone would have to come in and throw a bucket of cold water over them !
But then he slowly drew his soaking cock-meat out.
The dog's cock slid along her thigh.
Leaning sinuously down, Elizabeth took the cum-lathered head of his cock into her mouth and sucked it until it gleamed, her saliva replacing the lather of her cunt juice and his jism. As she sucked her own pussy nectar off the dog-cock, Elizabeth thought again about how tasty cunt juice was, and was reaffirmed in her intention to give cunt-sucking a try as soon as an opportunity was presented to her.
But at the moment there were other things to do.
Sucking the dog's cock to a luster, she was making his fucker rock hard all over again-so that he could fuck her a second time, doggy-fashion.
Elizabeth drew her lips from his cockhead and slipped gracefully down onto the floor, on her hands and knees.
This was a position familiar to the big dog and he cocked his broad, blunt-muzzled head questioningly.
Elizabeth looked back over her shoulder, smiling encouragingly. She was shifting her lovely, smooth ass from side to side just as if she were shaking a tail.
He could plainly see that her cunt was readily accessible to him. Her cunt was gaping open and flooded with cum and cunt juice, and placed just on the right level for a big Great Dane to mount her haunches and fuck cock up her pussy.
"Fuck me, Rover," she whispered.
Rover's understanding was increasing and he recognized the sound of that delightful word. He moved in and pushed his snout into her gaping pussy and took a few licks, while she shivered and shuddered at the sensation. He half expected her to turn over. But when she stayed where she was, it dawned on him that human bitches could also fuck like dogs, and that they could get fucked in both ends, too, their mouths and their cunts being inter-changeable. Rover hoped that this was not simply a flash in the pan. He feared that once the master was home again, the mistress might not fancy him so much. Still, that was a bridge they could cross when they came to it and there was a more immediate bridge to be spanned-the gap between his prick and her cunt.
He gave her tasty pussy a last long slurp then braced and hopped up, mounting her haunches. His forelegs were wrapped tightly around her hips, clinging to them as if they were handles. He began to hump immediately but he wasn't positioned quite right. His swollen cockhead bounced off her ass, then slid along her thigh.
He gave a little yelp of frustration.
Reaching back between her legs, Elizabeth gripped his cock by the root and guided the prick-knob into her cunt gash. The fat slab throbbed there at the entrance for a second, while the dog adjusted the level of his haunches and braced, preparing to fuck the cockmeat up her cunt hole. Her cunt was sucking on his prick, even with only the cocktip fucked in, as if its nature abhorred a vacuum.
The dog fucked his prick in to the balls.
Elizabeth cried out with joy.
He began fucking in and out with gusto, burying his bone to the hilt, drawing it out dripping and then instantly whacking every inch of the long, fat fucker back into the woman's hot cunt. His tail rotated like a propeller driving his streamlined, meaty prick. His haunches corkscrewed, grinding his cock into her cunt.
Elizabeth heaved and churned, fucking wildly, pushing her ass back to meet his lunges as he fucked his prick in. Cunt juice poured out of her pussy, running down her crotch and lathering his cock and balls and dripping onto the carpet under her.
With his balls, but not his energy, depleted by his previous orgasms, the Great Dane lasted longer this time. It seemed to Elizabeth, in her ecstasy, that he was going to fuck for days, for weeks-that he would still be fucking her when Harry returned home.
She came once, then again.
The dog fucked on relentlessly, like some mindless fucking machine, some perpetual-motion device. His fat prick whipped in, shoveled in, rippled in. He was whining and rumbling and she was panting and moaning with the joy of the fucking.
She kept coming.
As soon as she shuddered through one orgasm, a new one began to build up again. They came faster and closer together.
Then her orgasms were blending into one, the series of separate peaks running through her so quickly that she stayed at the blissful heights and whimpered through a multiple orgasm that had become one prolonged climax and was melting her to the core. The horny woman felt as if her whole body was turning to-cunt juice, her blood and bones and brains dissolving in the intense, heat of the sensation as her nerves sparked with the sexual thrill and her mind churned in a steaming frenzy-so that she knew nothing at all except that she was coming.
The Great Dane was pouring the prick to her like lightning now, his spine jolting into an S-shape as he fucked his cock in.
Then he howled and his jism squirted up her cunt in foaming jets, hosing her to the depths of her guts. He poured the sweet slime into her cunt in a slippery rope, cum spinning out of his cockhead in hot coils and spurting jets.
At last, again, the dog's balls were drained.
Panting, he clung to her haunches.
Elizabeth continued to move for a moment, fucking her cunt up and down on that fat dog-cock as she worked off the terminal spasms of her prolonged pleasure and let the last drops of her fluid joy seep out.
Then she slumped, exhausted, belly down on the floor, pulling her pussy off his prick with a juicy slurp.
His cock bobbed up and down, dripping into her ass.
Elizabeth, her mind made up, figured that she had better get on the road without delay.
She was no longer horny or hungry and she knew the rhythms of her body-knew that in an hour or two she would start to yearn for another round of dog-cock and that that would lead to another prolonged session of fucking and sucking.
Rover's prick was, at last, subsiding.
Elizabeth couldn't resist the urge to give his cockhead one last lick, and she did so.
Then she began to get ready to depart.
She was thinking only of catching her husband fucking with some slut. But horny Elizabeth was going to discover a lot more interesting things than that, down by the border ...
Chapter Seven
With visions of donkey-cock fucking in and out of a girl's cunt, Harry and Marvin hurried back to the Hunter's Lodge. Both men were forced to walk bowlegged as cowboys in order to make room for their swollen balls between their thighs, and their cocks were so massive with lust that they almost stumbled, thrown off balance by the awkward weight of the throbbing fuck rods.
Yolanda was waiting naked on the bed.
Her well-sucked cunt was open and inviting and her dark eyes flashed when she saw how huge were the cock-bulges in the front of both men's trousers.
They both began to undress without delay. They looked a little sheepish at having been so inspired by bestiality-but such things were nothing new to Yolanda.
She grinned when they dropped their pants and she saw that those promising lumps had not been deceptive. Both men had gigantic hard-ons. Her dark eyes turned from prick to prick. Those cocks were nicely contrasted.
Harry had a cockhead shaped like a big mushroom and a thick, tubular cockshaft, seamed by blue veins.
Marvin had a prick that tapered all the way up from the root, widest at the base and then ending in an elongated slab that seemed designed to be wedged into tight places.
Tapered pricks were useful, Yolanda knew.
She had fucked a Doberman once who had such a prick and-but that was a different story.
Naked now, both men advanced toward the bed.
Then, suddenly realizing the situation, they paused and looked at each other. Their cocks were looming up so high that they seemed to be peering at each other over the cockheads as if they were gunfighters lining each other up over their sights.
"Who's first?" Harry asked.
"Me," said Marvin.
"The hell you say!"
They glared ferociously.
"We'll have to flip a coin, heads or tails," suggested Marvin.
He reached for a coin but, being naked and without pockets, found that an impossibility. Then Yolanda laughed.
"Why not both at once, boys?" she suggested.
They both grinned lasciviously.
"But it will still be heads or tails," Harry said, figuring that she intended to suck one of them off while the other fucked her cunt-and not caring which end he got as long as he very quickly got his cock and balls emptied.
"Not necessarily heads," said Yolanda.
She was eyeing Marvin's long, tapered cock.
"That looks just right for my asshole," she said.
"Yeah!" Marvin agreed enthusiastically.
He figured that a loose woman like Yolanda would probably have a sloppy cunt but that her asshole would be nice and snug.
They moved to the bed. Having never fucked the same woman at once before, they weren't sure how to approach it, but Yolanda, no novice in such matters, choreographed the scene.
Grasping Harry by the prick, she drew him down onto the bed, on his back. His cock stood up like a lighthouse, the head gleaming like a beacon that warned of the rocky shoals below. Yolanda took his prick in her mouth and nursed on the hot cockmeat for a moment. Then she threw a leg across and mounted his loins.
Marvin waited, his prick jerking. His balls were huge. If cum had been helium, he would have floated away.
Yolanda spread her pussy open with her fingers and slipped the cuntlips over Harry's cockhead. Her cunt fluttered and pussy juice ran down his cock, pooling on his hairy balls.
He could tell immediately that she had one of those muscular, talented cunts that could spread or squeeze, accommodating any size or shape of prick with a clinging fit.
Arching her back and thrusting her big tits out, Yolanda slowly slid down on his prick until the whole long cock was fucked up her cunt. Her cuntlips were plastered to his groin. She began to twist her pelvis around, grinding away with all of his cock buried in her pussy. Then she fucked up and down a few times. Harry groaned as his cockmeat was caressed by her slippery cunt.
Marvin groaned, too.
Yolanda looked at Marvin over her shoulder, giving him a welcoming smile. He had been watching her heart-shaped ass glide up and down. Now he moved in and knelt behind her on the bed. She stopped fucking and held steady on Harry's cock while she waited for Marvin to make the three-way linkage complete.
Marvin placed his hands on the firm, taut globes of her ass and spread the crack open, revealing her tight brown bud of an asshole. It looked too narrow for his big prick but he guessed that Yolanda must have known her capabilities-and he realized that because of the shape of his cock he was well made to penetrate a narrow hole.
He fitted his pointed prick into her asshole.
Yolanda squirmed and purred. She reached back and held Marvin's balls in one hand. Her other hand was already cupped on Harry's balls.
Marvin began to fuck into her asshole. For a moment, that tight entrance resisted his prick. Then his cockhead began to slowly disappear up her shit chute. He grasped her by the hips, holding her steady as he wedged and pried in with his elongated cockhead.
His cockhead vanished up her ass.
Her asshole snapped tightly closed around his prick.
He began to fuck his cock in, spreading her ass ring out wider as he shoved the widening shaft of cockmeat in. Inch by inch, his prick disappeared into her ass guts.
Fucked in to the balls, he held steady for a moment.
He could feel Harry's fat prick throbbing away alongside his, with only the narrow membrane between the woman's twin fuck holes between them.
Yolanda had begun to moan, for she was a gal who truly loved to be stuffed in both fuck holes at once-and wouldn't at all have minded if a third man had come in and stuck a cock in her mouth, either. She took a slow stroke up and down Harry's cock with her cunt, then pulled her tight asshole in and out on Marvin's cock.
The men began to fuck her furiously.
Harry was plowing straight up from the bed, driving his prick into her pussy like a rocket and Marvin was banging away on her ass, his balls slapping into her crotch and his belly whacking on her ass cheeks. Both men gripped her by the hips, occasionally fumbling at her fat, bouncing tits or slipping a hand into her crotch to finger her cock-filled cunt. They worked in counterpoint, so that Harry filled her cunt with cock as Marvin withdrew his cock from her ass and vice versa.
Yolanda was in seventh heaven.
At any given moment, a cock was fucking into her.
Then the men began to hump together, so that they were stuffing both fuck holes at the same moment, and that was even better!
Their pricks passed like trains in a tunnel.
She began to cream.
Her lithe, supple body churned between them, glistening, coppery, slippery. Her ass jammed back as Marvin filled her ass guts with stiff prick. Her cunt drove down, burying Harry's cock to the hilt, the cuntlips spreading out and plastering themselves against his lower belly. She grunted and whimpered. In and out fucked the two fat cocks, tilting her pelvis up and down between them.
The bed rocked and swayed, threatening to collapse under that furious fucking.
Down in the bar, Juanita looked up from her tequila and grinned as she saw the light fixture sway overhead and knew what action was causing the structural disturbance in the building.
The bartender didn't notice. He was staring at Juanita's huge, shelf-like tits as they loomed out over the bar.
But the desk clerk did notice, and grimaced with envy.
Above, they fucked and buggered on.
They had fallen into a well-mated rhythm now, a glistening, lubricated fucking machine, the three parts gliding together on fluid bearings, the hot friction adding to the internal combustion.
Harry gasped and his body arched, jerking. He shot a rocket of jism straight up into her cunt.
A second later Marvin gave a wail and fucked his prick in balls-deep. He held Yolanda by the hipbones and shook her ass back and forth wildly as his jism squirted into her ass.
Both men emptied their balls into the respective fuck holes and Yolanda trembled and shuddered as she came with them.
Drained, the men slumped.
Yolanda slowly drew her pussy off Harry's prick, which, despite his massive ejaculation, remained standing like a telephone pole.
Wriggling, she unscrewed her asshole from Marvin's cock, which also remained stiff and extended.
Cum poured out of her asshole and ran down to mingle with the cum and cunt juice seeping from her pussy.
Her eyes glowed with pleasure and fulfillment.
And with anticipation, too.
It was obvious that a single climax was not about to satisfy these two horny, big-pricked gentlemen today, not after the erotic stimulation of the donkey show. And Yolanda was a greedy woman, damned near insatiable in her passion. The more hot, thick spunk that was pumped and squirted into her cunt or ass, the more fucking she wanted.
She leaned down and took Harry's towering cock into her mouth and began to suck lovingly on the hot cockmeat, slurping her own cunt juice off along with his jism. Her lips slid up and down on his cock and her big tits brushed his belly, hanging down like ripe fruit ready to be plucked from a carnal tree.
Then she pulled away and turned to Marvin.
His long, hard, tapered cock was soiled from her asshole, but that deterred Yolanda not at all. Variety was the spice of life and a cock that had been soaked in ass juice was spicy. She took his shitty prick in her mouth and polished his cock with tongue and lips until it glistened.
Her oral attentions made the men hot again.
Sucking the residue of their first coupling off their cocks, to conclude the initial mating, she was also renewing the men's passion and preparing them for more fucking.
Both cocks throbbed and pounded.
Yolanda decided that a heads and tails was now in order and, taking Harry's cock into her mouth again, she urged. Marvin to take his turn fucking her foaming cunt.
He slipped the cockmeat to her. Although that fuck hole had been well oiled, her talented cunt muscles clamped snugly, outlining his prickmeat, pulling and sucking on his hard cock.
Her head bobbed up and down on Harry's cock.
As Marvin fucked in, tilting her ass upwards, her head was pushed down on Harry's cock. Then, as Marvin pulled his cock out, her head came back up, sucking through every precious inch of prick. She was taking Harry's huge cock right down her gullet, deepthroating his fucker.
They all came together again.
Yolanda, in her excitement, had forgotten all about the telephone call from Harry's wife.
Chapter Eight
Elizabeth had packed a suitcase and set to go. She had considered taking the dog with her but figured that it might be inconvenient to travel with a dog-even with which she was sucking and fuck happily.
She decided to see if she could leave the Great Dane with Marsha Winters, the divorcee who lived in the apartment across way. Marsha was a sort of classic dumb blonde with big blue eyes and a confused manner and big tits. Elizabeth had wondered, in fact, if Marsha might be the sort of woman who would like to have her pussy sucked. Marsha was not a lesbian, certainly, but she was lusty and Elizabeth had a pretty shrewd idea that Marsha would be game for anything and that someday the two of them might get together for a little reciprocal cunt-sucking. She would suggest it sometime, she figured--making it sound only half serious so that she could pretend that it was a joke if Marsha was scandalized. But she was pretty sure that Marsha would think that cunt-sucking was a good idea.
Elizabeth had no time for pussy-eating today, however.
Marsha answered the door, looking dreamy and sexy.
Elizabeth explained that she had to go away for a couple of days and asked if the blonde woman would look after the dog.
Marsha said that she would be glad to.
Elizabeth thanked her. Elizabeth could not help but admire the woman's tits. She wanted to suck them-as a preliminary to eating out her juicy pussy. She was tempted to make the suggestion, while Harry was away, but she overcame the impulse, impatient to get to the Hunter's Lodge and catch the swine in his infidelity.
Determined to approach Marsha when she returned, Elizabeth left.
Marsha, in fact, would have jumped at the chance. Marsha was game for just about anything.
As soon as Elizabeth had gone, Marsha gazed at the big dog in a speculative manner. "I just wonder-?"
Rover cocked his head.
Although the sexual skills of women were new to him, he was a fast learner and he could sense the heat of this buxom blonde.
"I just wonder if Elizabeth has trained you," speculated Marsha. "Has she taught you any naughty tricks?"
Marsha lifted her skirt and dropped her panties.
Rover instantly thrust his blunt snout between her legs and began to tongue her hot cunt with gusto.
"Ooooh! That naughty Elizabeth!" squealed Marsha. "She's taught you just what to do, hasn't she?"
The dog kept slurping at her pussy.
His cock began to swell.
"Oh, what a lovely big prick you have, you nice doggy!" cried the randy divorcee.
Whereupon she removed all of her clothing and got down on the floor. .
And Rover and Marsha began to fuck up a storm.
Had she known this, Elizabeth would have seen the irony of the situation. Rushing off to confront her unfaithful husband, she had left an unfaithful dog behind
.
Elizabeth headed south, and she had driven a hundred miles by the time that she began to feel horny again. Her cunt squished on the car seat. Now she regretted having left Rover behind. It would have been nice to pull over and enjoy some dog-cock.
She began to look for hitchhikers.
It would be fun to pick up some horny young fellow and surprise him by sucking his cock, she thought.
Or some sexy young girl!
She didn't, of course, expect to see a dog hitchhiking.
But then she came upon a fascinating situation ...
A station wagon was parked beside the road, in a heavily wooded and secluded area.
Elizabeth saw the wagon from a distance, through a screen of pine trees. The road descended here and she was following a curve that would bring her up to the parked station wagon when the road straightened out again below.
She thought nothing of it, at first.
But then a man got out of the car.
He was wearing a red-plaid hunting jacket and a knitted cap and had a big, black, bushy beard. He was a big man. He was smoking a briar pipe, little streams of tobacco smoke trailing over his shoulder, and he had a shotgun held in the crook of his arm.
He stood facing away from the road-and therefore he was turned towards Elizabeth as she drove down the road.
He began to open his fly.
Elizabeth slowed down, grinning wickedly. She was wondering if he would enjoy a quick piece of ass before he went off stalking rabbits.
It was the kind of encounter that Elizabeth always enjoyed and frequently sought, a chance meeting and a good fuck with some total stranger she would never see again.
Then he hauled his cock out and Elizabeth gave a little gasp and her hands trembled so violently on the steering wheel that her car almost went into a skid.
The hunter's cock looked as big as his shotgun!
His prick stuck out of his fly in a great, thick hunk of cockmeat. He began to piss and the yellow stream came out forcefully. Elizabeth's first idea of seducing the hunter had been whimsical-but now that she got a look at his prick she started to really crave fucking.
She had slowed down to a crawl now, her eyes fixed on the hunter's splendid prick, seeing that his balls were in proportion. She began to get frenzied impulses. It was the sort of cock she dearly loved to suck. He had a beard, too, and she always loved to get her cunt sucked by a man with a bushy beard.
And, of course, a cock like that would be very agreeable up her cunt, too.
She determined to pull up behind his wagon and get out of her car, pretending she was taking a break and, hopefully, striking up the sort of conversation that would lead to sex. She might be subtle, at first.
But if the man turned out to be shy, Elizabeth had no qualms about coming right out and asking him: "How would you like your cock sucked off?"
He was shaking the last drops of piss from his cock.
Swaying back and forth, his prick looked like an elephant's trunk.
Elizabeth had started to turn through the last stage of the long downgraded road that would bring her close to him when she saw him open the back of the station wagon.
And two hunting dogs jumped out.
Oh! thought Elizabeth.
The car almost left the road again as a wild and depraved thought filled her mind.
The hounds were yelping and running about eagerly, anxious to be off after their prey-and Elizabeth felt certain that two such robust and enthusiastic hounds would welcome some pussy every bit as much as they would some rabbit!
Elizabeth felt the dark thrill of utter depravity rush through her mind and her body.
Whatever would the hunter think of her? He would certainly think her the most immoral creature alive-and she would bask in that opinion and relish it!
All thoughts of subtlety faded away. Elizabeth was trembling with her wicked passion as she came out of the curve and drew up behind the station wagon and stopped. The hunter looked up at her.
She smiled.
She got out of the car and was pleased to see the admiration with which he gazed at her lithe body.
She approached him and he took the pipe out of his mouth.
"Can I help you, Ma'am?" he asked civilly. There was no discreet way for her to phrase it.
"I want to get fucked," she said bluntly. He blinked and looked shocked. Then he grinned.
"Why, I'd be pleased to oblige you, Miss," he said.
She said: "I was driving down from above." She indicated the higher level of the road. "I saw you taking a leak-and I saw how absolutely massive your prick is."
The hunter blushed, for he was a rural fellow, not accustomed to such bold talk from strange women. But he looked pleased, too.
"And I just had to stop," she went on.
"Yeah! Yeah, we can fuck," he said anxiously.
"Oh, no-no, I don't want you to fuck me. Your cock makes my mouth water, and I want to suck you off!"
Again he blushed-and again he looked pleased.
Blow-jobs were even more rare than unexpected fucks to the country fellow.
"Yeah, sure," he said, his eyes gleaming. "But first you said you wanted to get fucked." "Oh, I do."
"You want to blow me first, then I fuck you? That it?"
"No," Elizabeth said.
She gave him a modest and demure look, her long eyelashes fluttering. "First, I'll blow you-but I want your dogs to fuck me!"
The hunter almost fainted.
Chapter Nine
The hunter looked so stunned that it was almost comical.
Elizabeth would have laughed, had she not been so excited.
His bushy black beard parted and his open pink mouth showed. His eyes bulged out like two hard-boiled eggs and his jaw almost rested on his chest. But, too, she was delighted to see, the front of his hunting pants had started to swell as his cock stiffened.
"You-want-what?" he gasped.
"I want to get fucked by your dogs." "That's terrible," he croaked.
But his cock grew bigger and bigger.
"Oh, I know. It's very naughty," Elizabeth admitted, her eyes gleaming mischievously.
"That's why I like fucking dogs."
"Let me get this straight, lady-if I say you can fuck my hounds, you'll suck me off first?"
"Um-hum," she said.
Her tongue glided across her lower lip.
The hunter watched that little pink tip shift back and forth and he shook his head in wonderment.
There's no telling what city people might do, he thought. Maybe dog-fucking is the latest fashion with the jet set.
"Lady," he said, "you got a deal!" "You won't be sorry," she promised him. Neither will Old Blue and Buck, thought the hunter.
He and Elizabeth got in the back of the station wagon.
The hounds ran about impatiently, not understanding why they were not yet off in search of rabbits, yelping and whining.
It excited the horny woman to hear those animal sounds of enthusiasm. She knew that she would enjoy blowing the man all the more with the excited yelping of the dogs in the background-and the dogs themselves in the near future. Her whole body felt radiant and her cunt felt like a smoldering ember between her legs.
She curled up beside him.
The man seemed too stunned to do any-thing. He just sat there. But that was fine with Elizabeth.
His heavy woolen hunting pants had a button fly.
Elizabeth undid the buttons. She reached in and wrapped her fist around his cock-and she gasped.
It was like trying to strangle a boa constrictor!
He moaned at the touch of her hand and threw his head back, his mouth open, panting.
His cock was hard as a crowbar and Elizabeth, despite her experience in hauling pricks out of pants, had some difficulty in getting the enormous cock out of his fly. His prick refused to bend. At last she had to open the waistband of his pants and undo his belt and spread his fly wide open. Then she managed to drag the cockmeat out. The huge cockhead was gleaming and the vein thundered up the thick stalk and his balls looked as big as melons and as inflated as balloons.
Her fist could barely encircle his colossal fucker.
She gave his cock a slow stroke.
Her other hand cupped his hairy balls.
She leaned over his loins, her lips parted and her tongue flicking in the air. He stared down, fascinated, as her open mouth slowly drew closer to his cock. She pumped his prick again. She knew it was going to be like taking an immersion heater into- her mouth-that her saliva was liable to boil on that fiery rod of cockmeat.
She flicked the tip of her tongue over his prick-knob.
"Ummm-yummy," she purred.
"God!" he croaked, shaking all through his big body.
She licked the tip of his cock again, then went lower and began to tongue his bloated balls. She was in no hurry to end this stage of her new adventure, enjoying every moment of it.
She ran her tongue up the underside of his cockshaft in a long, slurping stroke, her saliva lathering the hot cockmeat all the way up from his balls to his flaring crown. She repeated the slurping lick, tracing along the dark, fat vein. Her tongue flattened out as it dragged slowly up that throbbing fuck rod. Then she began to criss-cross back and forth, her tongue fluttering and zig-zagging as it glided up his cock-shaft. She laved the sensitive point where his cockhead flared out from the stalk and the fat vein merged into the delta under his prick-knob.
She was purring and sighing with pleasure, for she had found this rustic hunter's cock to be as delicious as it was huge.
After she had tongued up and down his cock for a while, she tilted her head and fitted her lips to the underside of the cocklance and began to play his prick like a skin flute.
The cock pulsed between her parted lips.
He gasped and groaned, humping up from the seat so that he was fucking her mouth.
Going down again, she paid some more attention to his swollen, seamed balls, lifting them so that she could lap underneath the hairy ball sac. She licked up the insides of his thighs, then returned to his cock. This time when she had tongued her way up to the crown, she rose higher and turned her face down. Her eyes crossed as she turned her vision in upon that purple slab of cockmeat.
She kissed the tip of his prick.
Letting her lips part, she fed the flared head of his prick into her mouth a little at a time.
His thighs jumped with trembling muscles and his booted heels drummed on the floor-boards as he thrilled to the pleasure of having his cockhead in a beautiful woman's lips.
Elizabeth blew on that hot prick-knob.
Then she sucked, her cheeks hollowing in.
The hunter placed a big hand behind her head, but there was no need to urge or guide her, for Elizabeth was sucking cock as well as it could be done.
Her lips unpeeled on the slab of cockmeat.
She began to bob her head up and down, taking more of his prick into her mouth with every dip until soon she was feeding the whole huge fucker in. His cock-knob lodged in her throat and her chin brushed his balls and her nose rustled in his wiry crotch hair.
She held his cockmeat buried for a moment. Then she slowly pulled her lips back up, sucking deliciously through every inch of his cock. Her saliva poured down his cockshaft as it came squeezing out of her mouth.
Her tongue flashed back and forth quickly against the underside of his prick and then against the swollen cockhead.
She went down again.
"Unghhh!" she gasped as his cockhead fucked into her throat. Then, "Ummmmm," as she pulled back up, sucking hungrily and tonguing his prick enthusiastically. And, "Ahhh," at the top of the stroke, as she sucked voraciously on his swollen slab of cockhead.
Pre-cum had started to trickle from his cleft now, the thick slime mixing with her saliva. Pre-cum coated her nimble tongue and flowed into her cheeks. A trickle ran down her gullet.' These preliminary drops were increasing Elizabeth's hunger for cum.
Now the stuff came out in little spurts.
The man wasn't really ejaculating yet, but he was so excited that even the initial drops of jism were coming out in jets, shooting into her mouth in creamy needles and slimy darts.
Elizabeth was becoming so voracious now that, even though she was enjoying his cock-meat tremendously, she became too eager for his cum to prolong the cock-sucking much longer.
Too, as she sucked his cock, she was getting very hot-and eager to get fucked by the hounds. With her lips collaring his thick cockshaft just behind the flaring crown, sucking steadily, she folded her fist around the hilt of his fuck rod and began to frig him up and down, knowing from past experience that a man-or a dog, come to that-would shoot his cum-load faster if the cock-sucking was aided by some manual assistance.
Her fist skimmed up his fat cocklance.
Her mouth pushed down until her lips contacted her thumb and forefinger halfway down his long prick.
Then her fist pushed back down to his balls and her mouth dragged back up until only his cockhead was in her lips.
"Ummm-ummm-ummm," she purred, as more little jets of jism spurted out, fore-shadowing the delicious load of cum that was rapidly building in his bloated balls.
The man was staring down at her in awe, watching his cock fuck in and out of her mouth, hardly able to believe that he was actually getting a blow-job from a gorgeous woman-a woman whose name he didn't even know-and hardly able to believe that a blow-job could feel this good! He'd had his cock sucked before, certainly, but never by such an expert as Elizabeth, never by such a talented and enthusiastic practitioner of cock-sucking.
Her eyes slid up and she looked into his face.
Her enjoyment was obvious and the fact that she loved sucking cock made it feel even better. He thought she might have smiled at him, although with her lips stuffed full of fat, throbbing prick, it was hard to tell a smile from the sucking that curled her lips.
She drew her mouth up to the very tip of his cock.
Speaking near his prick as if it were a meaty microphone, she whispered: "Come-shoot in my mouth now-I want to drink all your hot, thick cum. Feed me your jism!"
Her words inspired him as much as her mouth and her hand, and he felt his balls start to explode.
Elizabeth took his cock-knob into her mouth again.
She gave a little muffled wail of joy as she felt that cock-knob swell and the stalk expand and his balls inflate.
He howled like an animal.
His first spurt of cum hit the back of her throat.
Gurgling with joy, Elizabeth gulped the sweet stuff down to make room for more, knowing that from that enormous cock and massive set of balls she was going to drink her fill of cum.
He shot again.
The second wad slipped into her cheek and the third shot of cum skidded over the roof of her mouth.
She sucked. She swallowed cum and sucked again.
Her fist continued to pump up and down on his prick as she milked his cock and balls hungrily.
Her mouth was full of warm cum.
No matter how fast she swallowed the precious stuff, the hunter was pouring cum into her mouth faster than she could gulp it down. Jism hosed her throat and sprayed her cheeks. Her tongue was floating in the hot slime. Two ribbons of milky cum overflowed her pursed lips and ran down her chin on either side. Elizabeth was dizzy with the joy of cum-drinking.
She sucked out every drop of the man's jizz.
When he finally stopped shooting cum, she removed her fist from his cock and pushed her head all the way down on his cock again. When she sucked back up, she had slurped his prick clean.
She nursed on his cock-knob for another moment to make sure that no cum still lurked in the fat slab.
She pulled her pursed lips away and used her tongue to lap up the ribbons of cum that had run down onto his balls, and then she licked the creamy stuff up from her chin-and even brought her hand to her face and gathered the congealing spunk up from her fingers with her tongue.
"Yummy," she sighed.
He stared at her in awe.
His huge prick continued to stand for a moment, then slowly collapsed, like a felled tree. It bounced off his thigh.
Elizabeth giggled.
With her mouth taken care of, her cunt was smoldering and, in the background, she could hear the excited yelping of the hounds.
The quality of that yelping had altered.
Old Blue and Buck had sensed that something exciting was going on in the station wagon.
They had scented the sexual arousal of a woman.
Neither of the hounds had ever fucked with a human being before, but both were lusty among the bitches of their acquaintance and knew well the scent of hot cunt.
Dimly, it occurred to the two enthusiastic hounds that perhaps there were things more thrilling than chasing rabbits ...
Chapter Ten
The hunter, his gun discharged, was slumped back in the seat, stunned by the recoil of his phallic shotgun, the magazine of his spermaries empty and his senses dulled.
Elizabeth grinned, thinking that it had been rather like having a gun go off in her mouth-well, maybe not a gun so much as a high-powered water pistol loaded with jizz.
She left him where he was and climbed out the back of the station wagon, where the two hounds were still bounding nervously about-but no longer were they making little eager dashes towards the rabbit-infested forest, nor turning quivering noses towards the trees.
Now both of the sturdy beasts were gazing at Elizabeth.
She pondered for a moment.
With the hunter semi-conscious in the station wagon, there wouldn't be much room for energetic fucking. Anyway, it seemed fitting that hunting hounds should be seduced in the wilderness.
"Come along, boys," she called.
She headed for the trees.
The hounds hesitated. They looked at Elizabeth, then they shot nervous glances at their exhausted master in the wagon.
Elizabeth raised her skirt and parted her thighs.
Both dogs sniffed and whimpered-and then they began to follow her into the woods and never looked back.
They were black-and-tan hounds, powerful and fit.
Their pricks didn't seem to be as big as her Great Dane's masterpiece of cockmeat, but they looked plenty big enough-and there were two cocks this time. Sheltered from the highway by the trees and shrubbery, Elizabeth raised her skirt again. Ribbons of creamy cunt juice were running down the insides of her smooth thighs. The dogs reacted. She didn't want to get grass and dirt-let alone dog-jism -on her clothing. So Elizabeth began to undress. As she did so, she was wondering which one of the handsome hounds she should fuck first.
They were starting to get hard cocks now.
Both dog's cocks seemed the same size so she couldn't make her decision on that basis, and both dogs seemed to be equally interested in fucking her. They circled her as if she were a treed coon.
Well, she would let them sort it out for themselves. No doubt the most powerful or the most enthusiastic dog would claim first fuck.
But she had better get their pricks really hard and hot first.
Naked, she sat down on the soft ground, aware of pine needles under her ass. That was one big advantage of fucking doggy-fashion. She knew she wouldn't get splinters or slivers in her ass, the way she would with a man fucking her missionary-style.
She called the dogs to her.
They came, one from either side, squirming and wriggling, their muscular bodies rippling under their shiny coats. Elizabeth took a dog-cock in each hand and began to frig them. The dogs stood rigid and trembling as she squeezed and stroked their pricks. Their hot breaths billowed onto her bare tits and belly.
Then, just to make sure the dog's cocks were as hard as they were likely to get, Elizabeth bent to Buck and took the head of his cock into her mouth and gave it a suck, then did the same for Old Blue. Their cocks were as tasty as their master's cock had been, and she lingered a bit longer over each mouthful of dog-prick than she had intended.
Then she drew away and turned, getting onto her hands and knees and offering her ass. Old Blue mounted her instantly.
His forelegs hooked around her hips and he slammed his prick up her pussy with an accurate initial fuck-stroke. Her cunt bubbled with hot fuck juices around that meaty dog-cock.
Buck was running madly up and down beside them, his big black cock bouncing up and down under him. He looked desperate.
Elizabeth, kindhearted woman that she was, felt sorry that the dog had to wait for his turn at fucking.
He looked so horny that she was afraid his cock might just go off on its own, and she hated the thought of having a load of lovely dog-cum spilled on the grass.
That was when she got the idea of having Buck mount her at the same time as Old Blue, but at the other end.
No sooner had it occurred to her than Elizabeth was consumed by the desire for such a delectable double-fucking. Behind her, Old Blue was just starting to tense up, ready to begin fucking. Elizabeth lowered her head down to the level of her crotch, supported her chin on her hands and opened her mouth in a circle.
"Here, boy," she called.
Her tongue pushed out, fluttering.
Since she had already had his prick in her mouth, it didn't take Buck very long to grasp the idea that now the woman was offering her mouth as a substitute cunt-and that sucking mouth had felt so wonderful before that the brute didn't mind at all putting the prick to her head instead of to her tail.
Bounding in, he mounted her shoulders the same way that Old Blue was mounted on her haunches.
His spine curved in an S-shape as he pushed his iron-hard prick out towards her face. Elizabeth lapped at the dripping cocktip, then slurped the slippery knob into her lips and began to suck on the dog's cock.
Buck humped, fucking her in the mouth.
Old Blue had fallen into the rhythm now, fucking his sleek black cock in and out of her cunt with gusto.
Elizabeth was in ecstasy.
She loved to fuck and she loved to suck cocks and now she was getting both at once and it was absolute heaven!
Her haunches rolled and pumped and she shoved her cunt back to meet Old Blue's driving prick, fucking the brute with animal intensity. At the same time, she was bobbing her head down to meet the delicious mouthful of cockmeat that the other hound was fucking furiously into her eager and ever so willing face.
Those cocks seemed so huge that she wondered if the tips might not be bumping together somewhere in the middle of her body.
She couldn't tell which end of her was enjoying this double-fuck more. Her mouth was drooling every bit as much as her cunt was creaming, and her tongue was as hot as her clit.
Mounted, fucking at either end of her kneeling body, the two hounds looked at each other across her arched back, sharing a sense of doggy wonderment and carnal comradeship. Old Blue was slobbering on her ass and Buck was drooling on her shoulders. The hounds knew a lewd Labrador bitch they sometimes took turns fucking, and now they were wondering if she would let them fuck her in both ends. Thoughts of her gleaming fangs mollified their passion, however.
From a burrow not far distant, a doe rabbit regarded the scene with a certain satisfaction. She had heard the hounds yelping and been prepared to flee, but now she saw that the dogs were not going to have enough energy left to do any hunting.
From a hill nearby, an elegant stag also looked on. The stag wasn't worried about the dogs or the hunter, but he would have liked to have a bit of that sexy woman--either end, it didn't matter to a randy stag.
Nor did it matter, to Elizabeth, who believed that she was actually coming in the mouth and cunt at the same time.
The dogs fucked on with stamina and endurance, working in unison-as they worked the pursuit of game. Between them, Elizabeth's lithe body was shimmering and trembling, vibrant with the thrills that darted through her whole being.
She hoped both dogs would come at the same time so that she would be filled with cum at both ends simultaneously. Her mouth and her cunt seemed interchangeable. Her mouth was being fucked and her cunt was sucking like a mouth. Her hips shot tip and down like pistons and her head bobbed up and down, pushing her greedy mouth down on the other dog's fat prick.
Old Blue whipped his cock out, and it was lathered with cunt juice. Buck's prick came out moist with saliva.
Then the dogs began to jerk and shake as, at the same time, their bestial frenzy built.
Oh, come, come, Elizabeth thought-and she would have spoken the words, had her mouth not been too full of dog-cock.
She was hovering at the crest, trying to delay and prolong it, waiting for the dogs to hose her with cum.
Suddenly, joyfully, she felt that hot slime squirt into her mouth and her pussy at the same instant, her whole body writhing in the thick wash of dog-jism.
Her cunt creamed.
Her mouth salivated.
Both dogs were in a frenzy as they came, and her naked body was being jolted back and forth between them, as if it were a particularly succulent bone over which they were fighting.
Old Blue tightened his grip on her hips and hauled her back, fucking his fat cock deep into her cunt as he shot another thick load of cum up her. This dragged her pursed lips up to the head of Buck's prick at the other end. Then Buck pulled her head and shoulders back, fucking all of his big cock down her gullet and drawing her pussy back up Old Blue's prick.
Elizabeth's body was a raging fire of lust.
And into that inferno, the hounds were squirting their foamy fire extinguishers in unison.
At last, both dogs were drained.
They still clung to her as Elizabeth, continued to squirm, working off her own orgasm to the dregs and milking out the last drops of jism from the dogs' cocks.
Then she slowly sank down onto the grass.
Buck's prick slipped out of her mouth and bounced against his belly as he lost his grip on her shoulders.
Her ass was at the highest point of her recoiling form now and Old Blue was still stuck up her, but his cock had been levered down to a lower angle. He backed away, like a circus dog walking a tightrope on his hind legs, nimbly retracting his prick.
Elizabeth rolled over onto her back and sighed blissfully.
Cum and cunt juice seeped out from her pussy and a trickle of jism drooled like a silver ribbon from the corner of her mouth.
She smiled with dreamy contentment. This encounter had been a thing of joy, a thing to remember-especially the next time she found herself alone with two dogs.
She was satiated.
Now she would be able to drive the rest of the distance to the Hunter's Lodge without suffering frustration-and to catch her unfaithful husband in the act.
He deserved to be caught, and punished, she figured.
An unfaithful husband was fair game.
Of unfaithful wives, Elizabeth did not think ...
Chapter Eleven
If Elizabeth had not halted her journey to fuck and suck with the hunter and his hounds, she would have arrived at the Hunter's Lodge in time to catch Harry-and Marvin, as well-in bed with lusty Yolanda.
As it was, the men were absolutely drained, sucked dry by the woman's insatiable body which seemed to soak up spunk like a sponge. They had gone out to drink some beer and attempt to- replenish some of their vital bodily fluids.
They had left Yolanda in bed.
Yolanda seldom did anything but fuck, suck and sleep. The moment she realized that the sexual activities had terminated, she had yawned, stretched, and fallen asleep.
Harry and Marvin decided to leave her where she was-hoping that by the time they returned, they would be feeling like fucking a bit more pussy. They went to the nearest bar, then to another, commencing a bar-hopping binge. They were in good spirits, sharing the sense of comradeship felt between two men who have just shared a woman.
At one point, Harry recalled that he hadn't telephoned Elizabeth, but the idea of a long-distance call on a pay phone was not attractive and he decided to wait until he was back at the hotel ...
It was about this time that Elizabeth arrived at that hotel.
The desk clerk, that horny fellow who had gone unfucked all day, gave the tall, beautiful woman a lustful look as she came into the lobby.
What tits! He thought. What an ass! And that mouth-oh, that mouth was just made as a socket for a prick!
She was on her own! Would it be possible?
Most of the women who frequented the Hunter's Lodge were willing and easy prey. He put on his most charming smile. "Mister Baxter's key, please," she said frostily.
The clerk scowled. Christ, wasn't Yolanda enough for those two guys?
"I'd better phone up," he said.
She held her hand out.
"I'm Mrs. Baxter," she snapped.
The desk clerk was delighted. Getting no pussy, himself, he was pleased that Harry Baxter was about to be caught.
It served Harry right.
The clerk handed over the keys.
On the way to the elevator, Elizabeth passed the open door of the bar and Juanita, slightly drunk on her stool, gave a gasp, followed by an anguished cry of desire.
What a gorgeous girl! Christ, I'd love to bury my face between those lovely thighs and suck her pussy until she melted. Oh, I'd rim out her sweet asshole! I'd kiss her lovely feet! I'd even suck her nose!
Juanita's tits heaved with her passion.
Her tits moved like a mammalian avalanche, sliding out across the bar and spilling her drink.
Then Elizabeth was out of sight, and Juanita sighed.
Elizabeth had been a vision, too good to be true. No woman that gorgeous had ever spread her legs for Juanita. Juanita figured beautiful women were usually frigid.
Which was an ironic thing to think about Elizabeth.
When Elizabeth entered the room, Yolanda stirred, smiled and automatically spread her legs apart.
Then, seeing it was a strange woman, she frowned.
"Who are you?" Elizabeth asked.
"I might ask you the same thing," Yolanda said, surly and defensive and wary.
"Oh, yes-I recognize your voice," said Elizabeth. "We spoke on the phone. Did you give Harry my message?"
Yolanda hesitated. It had been fun to taunt and goad the woman over the telephone, but it might be a different matter in person. Yolanda was a tough girl, an alley fighter who could generally hold her own, but she preferred not to get battered. Then, too, as a deceived wife, this woman might have the strength of justified rage behind her.
Still, she didn't seem furious.
"I forgot," Yolanda said.
"Where is the jerk?"
"They went out to get drunk. I guess I made them thirsty."
"They?" asked Elizabeth.
"Sure. Harry and Marvin."
"You slept with both of them?"
Yolanda could see that Mrs. Baxter was more interested than scandalized and she smiled and gave a nonchalant flip of her head, thick black tresses flowing over fat tits.
"Sure-both at once," she said.
Elizabeth had come into the room expecting to confront Harry, and it had taken this long for the situation to register. Now she realized that the dark, sultry girl on the bed was stark naked and that her tits were big and her legs were spread. Elizabeth was staring right at a very interesting-looking pussy.
That hairy pussy was wet and open-and it was no doubt filled with her erring husband's cum!
That cum, by rights, belonged to Elizabeth.
She toyed with the idea of reclaiming her husband's jizz.
Elizabeth had for some time been curious and keen to eat out a pussy, and she doubted that she would ever get a better chance. A lewd girl like this one seemed just what she was looking for.
Furthermore, there was a poetic justice in it --cheating on Harry with the same girl he had fucked.
"When will he-they-be back?" she asked.
"Who knows? They were both exhausted. See, they'd been to see the donkey show and so they were plenty horny, and both of them had to get their rocks off three or four times and-"
"What on earth is the donkey show?" Yolanda giggled.
Married women sure didn't know much!
"A girl gets fucked by a donkey," she explained. "Or sometimes she blows him."
A flash of wild lust rippled through Elizabeth.
A donkey! And here she had thought herself the epitome of depravity because she had fucked mere dogs!
She moved closer to the bed.
Yolanda, brazen creature that she was, made no attempt to cover her nakedness. Had she, perhaps, recognized a not unfamiliar expression in Elizabeth's face?
"I want to know more about this donkey show," Elizabeth said, sitting on the bed beside the naked girl.
"Well-"
"But not yet. Not quite yet."
Yolanda looked puzzled.
"First, I want to know where my vile husband spilled his spunk. You see, it isn't the cheating that annoys me-it's having to do without a load of hot cum."
Maybe this is a married woman-who knows something, after all, thought Yolanda.
"I'm very possessive about my husband's jism," Elizabeth went on. "It belongs to me."
Her eyes were wandering over Yolanda's body.
Yolanda arched provocatively--an automatic reaction to being looked at by anyone.
"Where did he come in you?"
"Well-she shot in my pussy, of course. And in my mouth. I think maybe he came up my asshole, too, but I can't remember for sure. Things got sort of tangled up and confused."
"What's your name, you little slut?" Elizabeth said. But there was a smile on her sensual lips.
"Yolanda," murmured the sexy girl. "I'm Elizabeth."
"Pleased to meetcha. "
"And now-I want Harry's cum back."
"Jeez, Elizabeth-I ain't the sort of girl who wants to keep another woman's cum," Yolanda said. She was smiling now, as the truth of the situation became obvious. "I don't mind borrowing a cum-load or two-but you can sure have your husband's cum back." She thought for a moment. "Of course, you'll have to have the other guy's cum too-ain't no way to sort the two out, what with both of them coming in me."
Elizabeth had always secretly fancied Marvin, so the fact that their cum was blended presented no problems.
Yolanda was already trembling as Elizabeth leaned over her.
If only all wives were this reasonable! Elizabeth placed her hands alongside Yolanda's cheeks, holding her head steady and tilting it back slightly. Yolanda's lips parted. Elizabeth hesitated for a moment, about to take the first step in a brand new game. Strangely enough, although Elizabeth had let lesbian's suck her cunt-had actively encouraged them to do it-she had never kissed another woman before, except for the affectionate kisses of schoolgirls. She had always simply pulled her panties off and spread her legs and waited for the dyke to feed at her swampy cunt.
Now she clamped her parted lips to Yolanda's.
She began to kiss her with desire, feeling the hardness of the girl's teeth under the full softness of her lips. Yolanda responded, her own mouth grinding.
Elizabeth slipped her tongue into Yolanda's mouth.
Yolanda began to suck on it.
Elizabeth was thrilled by the fact that she was passionately kissing a woman-and even more by the fact that she could most definitely taste cum in Yolanda's mouth. Her tongue darted and fluttered. She licked at the woman's cheeks and gums and at the roof of her mouth. She slurped on her tongue.
Cum-two different brands--blended with spit and Elizabeth was sucking that frothy fluid out with enthusiasm. The two horny women were panting right into each other's open mouth.
While they kissed, Elizabeth began to run a hand down the front of Yolanda's arched, sleek body. She felt her tits and brushed at her taut tit tips. She stroked her flat stomach and then kneaded the gentle swell of her belly.
Bypassing the girl's pussy for the moment, Elizabeth ran her fingertips lightly up the insides of her widespread thighs.
She could feel the heat of Yolanda's cunt, like a furnace at the base of her belly. She ran her fingers through the incredibly lush and wiry coils of Yolanda's pussy hair.
Yolanda began to squeal with rising fuck-lust.
Still kissing her, Elizabeth moved on top of the young slut, pressing their bodies together, belly to belly and tit to tit. She jammed her thigh up between Yolanda's legs and Yolanda began to grind her pussy against that smooth skin. Elizabeth could feel the hot cunt juices soak into the flesh of her leg.
How cunt-hungry it made her!
But she was in no hurry. She was savoring the appetizer of the woman's mouth before moving on to the creamy main course. Her tongue probed and flicked and stabbed. She drew Yolanda's tongue back into her own mouth and sucked on it as if it were a little prick.-or a pliable clit. They swapped spit back and forth. Their tongues entwined like serpents mating in a moist cavern. Elizabeth's trim ass rolled as she ground her belly against Yolanda's and their cunt hair rustled together.
Elizabeth had sucked every last vestige of Harry's and Marvin's spunk out of Yolanda's mouth now, but she continued to kiss her for a while longer.
Then she slid her lips away and moved lower, starting down.
She lingered at the girl's fat tits. She could not detect any stray jism on those plump tit mounds, but she figured that a few drops might have been spilled there during the three-way orgy, and she felt it was her duty to make sure-and those tits did look delicious.
She flicked her tongue across a nipple.
The nipple stiffened.
She licked at the heavy tit globes and ran her tongue up the warm channel between those thrusting tits, then came to the top and sucked a stiff tit tip into her mouth. She nursed on it, causing Yolanda to wail and squirm. She switched to the other nipple, her expression one of pure, unadulterated lust now.
She began kissing and licking down along Yolanda's arched belly.
Yolanda was half crazed with passion. She was not accustomed to such a slow and lovely approach. Her friend Juanita always went right down on her pussy without worrying much about preliminaries or foreplay.
Yolanda would have never guessed that Elizabeth Baxter was a novice at this game.
Nor did Elizabeth feel like a novice.
As soon as their lips had touched, Elizabeth realized that she knew instinctively how to go about pleasuring another woman's hot body, that no previous experience or training or practice was necessary. Making oral love to a woman came naturally to her-and she was sure that, when she got to the cunt-sucking, she would be just as skilled.
She tongued Yolanda's deep belly button.
Moving lower, she ran her nimble tongue through the dark jungle of the girl's pussy hair, rustling like a pink rodent in a dark forest. The sweet scent and blazing heat of Yolanda's cunt wafted into her face and she drooled heavily onto her pussy mound.
Then, as she had done with her hand, Elizabeth licked lower and bypassed Yolanda's pussy.
She began to run her tongue up the dark woman's thighs from the insides of her knees` to her crotch. At the top of the stroke sly licked up the crease where her legs joined her-nubile loins, tonguing parallel with her tongue to the open soaking cunt slot but not yet making contact.
She was teasing Yolanda.
But she was tormenting herself even more for lusty Elizabeth was truly ravenous for cum now.
She shifted over so that her excited face was directly in front of Yolanda's pussy. She gazed longingly at that hairy, creamy feast. The woman's pink cuntlips were unfurled, the pussy slit widened out into an oval and open oval filled with frothy cunt juice Elizabeth could see right up her fuck hole where the dark inner flesh was streaked with foaming ribbons of cunt nectar.
Yolanda could bear it no longer. "Please!" she wailed. "Please!"
Her hips began to thrust and her pelvis tilted up, forming a cup of her crotch.
"Lick me! Suck me!" she cried.
Pushing her hot tongue out, randy Elizabeth took her first ever taste of pussy.
Her tongue ran up the girl's open slot like a scoop and cunt juice poured over her taste buds.
Then she drew back.
Yolanda looked down along the arched curve of her tense body, terrified that Elizabeth was not going to continue eating her pussy. She was accustomed to Juanita, who clamped her mouth on a cunt and began sucking right away, and she didn't realize that Elizabeth was savoring the initial taste. But then she saw the pure animal lust on the woman's face and knew that she need have no worries.
Elizabeth's pretty face was framed between Yolanda's lifted thighs at the sides and above her cunt mound at the bottom and her eyes were narrowed with desire, her lips parted and panting. Her breath billowed right up Yolanda's fuck hole.
"Ahhh," sighed Elizabeth, as her tongue tingled with the delectable favor of pussy.
Her hands came up and cupped Yolanda's flanks. She tilted her higher.
Then she lowered her head again, mouth open, and she plastered her lips to Yolanda's foaming cunt and began to suck.
Yolanda came almost at once.
Elizabeth drank her pussy juices and never faltered for a moment, her mouth glued to the slut's cunt, working steadily and adoringly. She milked her off again. Still, she stayed where she was.
Yolanda saw that she was in for a long and lovely session and, with the initial frenzy sucked away, she settled back to enjoy as much cunt-lapping as Elizabeth wished to deliver to her.
Elizabeth purred like a cat lapping at a cream bowl.
She brought Yolanda to the peak yet again.
Then it occurred to Elizabeth that she had forgotten her initial reason for being there-if reason it was-and that she had so much relished cunt juice that she had not even noticed the taste of two men's jism along with it. By now, she knew, every last drop of spunk must have been slurped out of that hairy pussy.
But she knew where there was more spunk.
A dark and depraved thrill caused her to squirm and whimper. Her hands clamped on Yolanda's hips and she slowly turned the woman over.
Yolanda didn't know what Elizabeth had in mind, but Yolanda was always game for anything. She drew one leg up and turned lithely over so that she was belly down on the bed. Then Elizabeth drew her back so that the girl's ass thrust up.
Elizabeth placed her hands on Yolanda's asscheeks and spread those firm globes open. She ran her tongue up the ass crack. Yolanda, who enjoyed a bit of ass-rimming, purred.
Elizabeth began to tongue out her asshole, shoving her tongue up that tight ass as far as she could reach-and was rewarded by a mouthful of jism that came bubbling out. She didn't know if it was Harry's cum or Marvin's, nor did she care.
She had discovered that cum was more delicious than ever, after it had been steeped in hot bowels. Her lips began to suck on that taut brown asshole and she started finger-fucking Yolanda's pussy. She kept rimming until she had milked that cum-filled asshole then slipped back down into Yolanda's crotch from behind. Resting her brow on the curve of, Yolanda's upthrust ass, she buried her face once more in the girl's pussy and began to suck joyfully.
Yolanda creamed again.
And then even Yolanda was satiated for a while.
She sprawled out on the bed, panting and sighing.
Elizabeth took a few last licks at her cunt and another slurp on her asshole, lazily winding down the performance. Then she slid slowly upwards, kissing along the small of the woman's back and up her spine, more with affection now than passion-with gratitude to the woman who had given her such a lovely time.
Elizabeth curled up beside her.
Yolanda turned and they lay in each other's arms.
"Shall I suck you, now?" Yolanda asked, perfectly willing to return the favor.
But Elizabeth shook her head.
Elizabeth had been sucked off by men and women-and a dog-and she knew all about that.
Today was a day for new adventures. Now that she had discovered the joy of sucking cunt, Elizabeth knew that she was going to be doing a lot more pussy-lapping in the future-that when she went to a lesbian bar she would no longer be looking for a confirmed dyke who thought only of pussy, but for a bisexual girl who appreciated both ends of the mutual cunt-sucking.
She knew, too, that she would be fucking and sucking with her Great Dane-and any other dogs that became available.
But at the moment there was another thought on her mind.
She said: "I'd better leave before my husband gets back."
"You want me to leave, too?"
"Oh, no. You can stay. I don't give a damn what the bastard does-because I've already got my revenge planned."
She giggled and licked her lips.
"I've already had some of it," she added.
And, licking her lips, she tasted the residue of Yolanda's cunt juice, and found it so exciting that she was almost tempted to go down on the young beauty again.
But she fought against the impulse. Elizabeth had more important things to arrange.
She gave Yolanda a tender kiss, then got up and stood beside the bed.
Yolanda looked up at her.
"Now," said Elizabeth, and her blue eyes sparkled with amusement-and with some-thing deeper than amusement, and hotter. "Now-tell me about the donkey show."
And Yolanda did ...
Chapter Twelve
Manny Eldorado was a tall, lean man with leathery skin and deep-set eyes who had once wanted to be a rodeo rider, failed, and then found his true vocation-as a trainer of very specialized donkeys and as the entrepreneur who staged their performances.
He had made a fortune.
But he was not a pretentious fellow and he still lived in an adobe house just on the outskirts of town, with corrals at the back and Indian rugs on the walls. He still wore Levi's and boots.
Manny had already shaved, and now he was polishing those boots.
Next he would brush his Stetson.
Manny was getting ready for the evening performance at the barn and he liked to dress neatly, as if to contrast with the sordid job for which he dressed.
It was, he told himself, just a job.
He didn't get excited about girls fucking donkeys, himself, although he enjoyed the side benefits of the girls.
He had just given his boots a last flick of the brush when there was a knock on the door.
He opened it-and found the most beautiful woman that he had ever seen standing on his doorstep.
Manny's prick-lean like the rest of him-twitched.
"Mister Eldorado?" she inquired.
"Yeah," he said, wondering who she was and why on earth she had come to his adobe shack.
"I understand you run the donkey show?" Oh oh, thought Manny.
"Jeez, you ain't a lady cop, are you?" he asked.
She smiled and shook her head.
"You must be an angry wife, then, huh?"
"A wife, yes-angry, no."
He squinted suspiciously at her.
"Well, what do you want?" he asked.
"I want," said Elizabeth, "to fuck a donkey."
Manny was flabbergasted.
This woman didn't look like a donkey-fucker.
Then, still smiling, she said: "But I'll fuck you, too."
And Manny, although he was bemused and bewildered, swept his Stetson off and gallantly ushered her into the room.
The bargain was struck.
By tacit agreement, they knew they should fuck missionary fashion, to keep their coupling as far removed from bestiality as possible.
Manny felt a very primitive and animal lust for the woman. He couldn't really believe his good fortune and, right up until the last moment, feared that she was a cock-teaser.
She took her clothing off and stretched out on his bed.
Manny took longer to get undressed, what with his boots and tight Levi's-and the way that his hands were trembling. But finally he got his pants down and Elizabeth made a little purring sound of approval when she saw his naked cock. It was like a length of rawhide that had been soaked and then allowed to dry in the sun, gnarled and taut-and plenty big, too.
His cock seemed to uncoil from his balls. She arched her back and spread her legs. Manny knelt between her thighs.
Then he knew that it was for real.
He still couldn't believe that she wanted to get fucked by a donkey and-with a surge of vanity-he reckoned that she had noticed him and lusted for him and had used the donkey bit as a ploy to make his acquaintance.
He wrapped his fist around his prick and guided the fat cockhead into her juicy pussy. He began to move his cock around in her cunt slot and she moved with him, ass and hips churning. He was on his knees, staring down at this vision of delight, this stuff of dreams.
Then he fucked his prick into her pussy, and it was no dream.
Her cunt was solid and real, wet and clinging-no dream, but dreamy.
And very creamy.
His rawhide prick vanished into her pussy as her cunt muscles sucked on it, then drew out until only the cock-knob remained stuck up her fuck hole and the long prickshaft quivered between them.
Her belly pumped and her hips lashed up and down. She had begun to whimper with the very first fuck-stroke and those passionate whimperings drew louder and more prolonged with every fuck-thrust.
Manny fucked her as slowly as he could, fighting against the urge to batter her cunt wildly.
His lean ass corkscrewed in.
Dipping at the knees, he fed her an underslung fuck-stroke and then, rising to a higher angle, he slammed in across the woman's hot clit, using his prick like a lever on that trembling fulcrum. He switched from side to side, fucking the cockmeat in from every angle while her cunthole tightened like a Chinese finger puzzle around his cock, gripping every inch of cockmeat, outlining the contours in a slippery mold.
Elizabeth was letting him set the tempo and fucking with him, pushing down as he plunged his prick in, rolling her pelvis as he withdrew.
Manny held to that slow, steady pace as long as he could, but then he began fucking faster, unable to restrain his lust.
His callused hands, scarred by holding the lariats during his rodeo days, slid under her ass and lifted her loins higher.
Elizabeth clamped her sleek thighs around his flanks and hooked her knees over his haunches. Her heels drummed in his ass, then locked behind him. She began to tighten and relax her legs, pulling his cock in to the depths and then releasing him as he drew his prick back out. Her cunt was so hot that he felt as if they were going to fuse together-that their flesh would melt and then congeal into one bonded coupling.
He began to ride her with more gusto than he had ever felt riding a bucking bronco or brahma bull. Firm in the saddle of her loins, he fucked in and out in a frenzy and she met him with equal intensity. Cunt juice poured from her fuck hole, soaking her crotch and his balls.
"Come," she gasped. "Shoot your jizz in me!"
"Yeah-yeah!" he rasped.
"Oooo! I love it!" she wailed.
She loves me, he thought.
Snorting like a bull, he plowed and plunged, shoved and shoveled, relentlessly fucking her to the crest. He clung to her ass desperately, as he had never clung to a saddlehorn. If he had been wearing his Stetson, he would have waved it above his head. There was a ringing in his ears. It seemed as if an audience were wildly cheering them on as his pounding heart drummed his blood through his veins and his prick surged and pulsed with the flow.
Manny cried out at the peak.
His hot cum squirted into her pussy, splashing in the depths of her loins, and Elizabeth gurgled with joy as her pussy melted around that cum-spurting prick and her cunt juices poured forth to mingle with his. He emptied his cock and balls with half a dozen savage fuck-strokes and then held rigid, panting, as she continued to grind around under him, working her own ecstasy off to the dregs.
Elizabeth, her fuck-lunges slowing, smiled happily up at him.
Manny grinned back. He had no idea where she had seen him or why she had wanted to fuck him so desperately, but that didn't matter. What mattered as that she had come to him, that he had had her!
His cock was still hard inside her pussy.
Breathing deeply, he was summoning his energy for a second fuck-without uncoupling.
He was thinking: I wonder how on earth she ever thought up that silly story about wanting to fuck a donkey, just so she could get me in bed?
He guessed a woman would say anything, if she was horny enough.
But then she said: "Manny, darling?"
"Yeah, baby?"
"About that donkey show-"
And Manny's pride and vanity were struck such a blow that she had to let him fuck her twice more before they came to an agreement ...
Chapter Thirteen
Harry and Marvin had been drinking beer for some time and it seemed as if the beer had gone straight down into their balls, replenishing the supply of fluids that they had spilled into the various parts of Yolanda's hot body.
If there had been time, they would have returned to the room and given that young lady another double-fucking.
But they would have found that Yolanda, although always agreeable, was not as passionate as before, because Elizabeth had really sucked her to a contented husk.
Nor was there time-now it was time for the evening donkey-fucking performance in the barn.
They walked into the shadowed interior together, pricks already starting to tense up, excited by the prospect.
"Hey! It's a new girl," Marvin said.
"Oh, wow! She's gorgeous!" Harry said.
The new girl stood in the center of the room, by the platform. She was naked except for high black boots and a black mask, like a bandit's disguise, over her eyes. It might have been more appropriate, in this setting, to have worn a bandana pulled up over the lower part of her face, like a stagecoach driver-but obviously the woman did not want her mouth to be covered up.
Her long blonde hair shimmered over her shoulders.
Her slender, vibrant body was spectacular. "She looks familiar," Marvin said. "Yeah-she does to me, too," Harry agreed.
"Can't be, though-I mean, it's not likely that we know any woman who fucks donkeys, right?"
Harry chuckled at such an absurdity.
As the two men stood side by side, their pricks began to loom out in their pants. The two horny men were prepared for the show.
Manny Eldorado, looking rather morose, announced: "And tonight, gentlemen, a special treat. By special request-" he neglected to say that it had been her request "-we bring you the Masked Avenger!"
The blonde took a graceful bow.
"Wonder what she's avenging?" Harry mused.
"Aw, it's just a name," Marvin said. Then the donkey was led in.
The watchers were all delighted at having a new girl perform-especially such a beautiful girl-and even the veteran, jaded donkey seemed impressed when he saw the new treat awaiting him.
The donkey had never fucked a tall blonde, light-skinned woman before.
It was a happy prospect.
He tossed his head and his long ears stood straight up as he advanced towards her.
Manny hovered close, in case instructions were needed-still secretly hoping that the blonde would back out and reserve her pussy for him-but then he saw that, experienced or not, the Masked Avenger needed no help or encouragement and that what she lacked in previous experience she more than made up for in enthusiasm.
Elizabeth sank to her knees, her golden tresses sweeping across 'her slender back, her body arched.
The donkey came in and she took his huge cock between her hands, holding it steady, while she began to kiss and lick the slimy tip. His prick was already hard, and with the first oral contact it began to jolt and throb.
Her tongue slurped all over the dark donkey-cock.
Saliva sparkled, lathering his cockhead, and a blob of pre-cum oozed from his piss slit. She lapped it up, purring.
The donkey's haunches began to quiver.
Jeez, Manny thought. Doesn't she know he's gonna come if she keeps licking his prick?
She had said nothing about blowing the brute, too.
But she was fairly worshiping that meaty slab of cockhead, raptly mouthing the donkey's cock. A steady trickle of pre-cum poured onto her tongue and lips. Her delicate throat worked as she swallowed. A dreamy expression came over her masked face.
Her cupped hands began to jack up and down the beast's big prick and she opened her mouth wide and took the tip of his prick into her lips, gurgling hungrily, sucking voraciously on the donkey's cock.
Suddenly the donkey brayed and his haunches jolted.
A geyser of cum shot into her mouth.
The Masked Avenger's head was tilted back by the blast of donkey-cum, her lips blown right off the head of his prick.
For a moment there was a gap of some three inches between her open mouth and the head of the beast's cock-and that gap was bridged by a slimy rope of spunk, uncoiling from his cock-knob and hitting her throat.
Then the blonde woman forced her head back against the stream of jizz, like a salmon fighting upstream to spawn, and clamped her lips over the colossal head of his cock again as she finished sucking him dry.
She used her tongue to clean up the overflow of donkey-cum, and she was smiling as she lapped at the creamy jism.
Manny looked around nervously.
The audience was there to see a donkey fuck a girl, and he wondered if they would settle for a blow-job.
But he needn't have worried.
The donkey was so delighted with his new partner that, despite having blown a huge load of cum, his mighty cock remained standing, iron hard and throbbing against her pretty face.
Elizabeth licked his prick a little longer, obviously relishing it.
Then she began to arch back into a frontal fucking position on the elevated platform.
Harry and Marvin were staring with such concentration that they didn't realize that Yolanda had come in and joined them--until she playfully cupped a cock in both hands.
"Oh, hi," Marvin said, glancing at her briefly, then looking back at the performance on the stage.
"Didn't expect to see you here," Harry grunted.
"Plenty of things you don't expect," said Yolanda. And she giggled so wickedly that, had Harry been paying any attention to her, he might have had a terrible foreboding of the future.
The lithe blonde tilted her crotch and fitted the massive head of the donkey's prick into her cunt slot.
The donkey stood steady and firm.
Her ass began to swing from side to side and her belly twisted around.
Inch by inch, that huge cockhead slipped up her wet fuck hole. She worked the cock-knob in and paused, then began to feed more of that great cockshaft up her soaking pussy gash.
The audience was quiet.
They were so entranced that most of them even forgot to jerk off as they watched in admiration.
The Masked Avenger had already taken as much donkey-cock up her pussy as Delores usually did-and she was still squirming her cunt down on it. Holding his cockshaft in both hands, she pushed her cunt onto his big fucker as if hauling a tight-fitting boot onto a foot.
With a long, delicious sigh, she stopped squirming.
She had more than half of the brute's gigantic cock jammed in her pussy.
Then the donkey took over.
Trembling, he began to fuck in and out of the beautiful blonde's cunt. His fuck-strokes were slow, at first, through the tight contractions of her cunt muscles, then faster as her pussy lubricated and adjusted to his cock. He began to fuck her faster and the blonde pumped her pussy up and down to meet and encompass his big cock.
Her body was almost suspended from his prick.
The massive cock fucked in and out and she ground her pussy around in a wild frenzy, filled far fuller with cockmeat than she ever had been before-and adoring it more than anything she had ever known.
The Masked Avenger was coming.
They knew that from the way she whimpered and moaned, and from the great flow of cunt juice that flooded from her cock-stuffed cunt.
Then the donkey blew his cum-load.
Great jets of jism poured into her pussy, hosing her guts, flooding her until she thought her mouth and ears and asshole must soon bubble with foaming cum. Her taut body jolted and twitched and her talented cunt sucked and clung, dragged and pulled, milking the throbbing donkey-cock.
When at long last the brute stopped fucking and stood still, head down and ears drooping, the Masked Avenger squirmed around a bit more, making sure she had emptied that huge prick of jism.
Then, still suspended on the fat fuck rod, she turned her face to the audience.
The men clapped and cheered and cried: "Encore!"
Harry was clapping louder than anyone. He could see, through the holes in the mask, that she had blue eyes-fixed directly on him. She smiled at him.
Again, Harry had the strange feeling that he knew her.
