The dog came walking dejectedly across the back garden, feeling very sorry for himself, and with good cause-because he had a great big hard-on and nowhere to put it. The pretty French poodle that lived next door was in heat and the handsome collie had responded, as dogs do, by getting a hard- on. But when he had gone to call on the bitch, he discovered that she had been safely locked away, her love life curtailed.
Now the collie wished that he had never scented the poodle's condition, never become so aroused. He knew from past experience that unless he found a fuckable bitch, that hard-on was going to torment him for hours.
He was big for a collie and had a cock to match. His coat was glossy and golden. The naked cockhead that had squeezed out from his hairy sheath was slick, rubbery and starting to drip at the cock tip. That bloated slab of cock meat was throbbing.
Anne Carruthers giggled when she saw the dog's stiff prick.
Brenda Johnson, who owned the dog, was looking in the other direction and had not yet noticed the horny brute.
"What's so funny?" she asked.
"Your dog has a hard-on," Anne laughed.
The girls had been sitting at a wooden picnic table in Brenda's back garden. They had been talking about boys, as they usually did, and both of them were a little horny, stimulated by the conversation. There was no one else in the garden or in the house. Brenda's mother, an avid equestrienne, was out with the Morland Hunt that afternoon.
Brenda had telephoned her friend Anne and suggested that she come over.
Now Brenda turned and regarded the dog.
"Gee!" she exclaimed.
The dog looked back at the girls, his expression downcast and utterly forlorn.
It had never dawned on the dog that there were other ways to get his cock and balls emptied than in a heated bitch. He sniffed. He could sense that the two girls were sexually aroused but that knowledge did not register in relation to himself.
"Big, isn't it?" Anne said.
"It sure is. Bigger than Tommy Simpson's."
Both girls giggled at her reference.
They were both teenagers and were still virgin. But they had done some heavy petting a few times and Tommy Simpson was a boy with whom they had both played around. They had been talking about him, earlier, and both girls had admitted to jerking him off.
"It's fun, jacking guys off," Anne had said.
"Ummm-especially when they shoot, huh?"
They had been having that sort of naughty conversation, and that had mildly aroused them. But there were no boys around and neither of them expected to have any such fun that afternoon. In fact, both Brenda and Anne had speculated on the possibility of fooling around together. Neither were lesbians but either would have been willing to give a hand-job in return for one. They had not gotten around to suggesting finger-fucking, however. Both were a bit shy, and each wished that the other would take the initiative and make the advances.
Just as that shyness had kept them from fondling each other, so it had kept them both cherry.
Both girls were ready to get fucked, but no guy had ever realized that fact. The guys they necked with figured that they were lucky to get a hand-job and left it at that.
Neither girl felt that it was her place to suggest fucking, or sucking, for that matter. Brenda had come very close to sucking Tommy Simpson's cock, in fact. While she had been beating his meat, she had leaned right down over his cock, going cross-eyed as her gaze turned in upon his swollen cock head. His prick had looked awfully tasty and she had licked her lips. If Tommy had had the sense to give her head a gentle nudge down onto his cock, she would eagerly have mouthed it. But the boy was relatively innocent, and believed that only real tramps sucked cock, and never for a moment realized that Brenda was drooling for a mouthful of his cock meat. When he came that time, he had shot his hot, thick load of jism right into her pretty face.
"Jeez-I'm sorry," he had apologized, offering the girl his handkerchief and blushing.
Brenda had taken the handkerchief and turned away from him, as if in embarrassment or delicacy-but, actually, so that she could run her tongue over her cum-soaked lips and taste his spunk.
His jism had been delicious.
Brenda could hardly wait for the time when she drank a full load of the lovely stuff right out of a jizz-spurting cockhead. Now she gazed with fascination at her dog's prick.
The collie, whose name was Silk, wandered over and placed his head on his mistress' knee, his eyes were pitiful.
"Poor doggy," Brenda said, stroking his head.
"Animals aren't lucky, like humans," Anne was saying. "They can't jerk off on account of they have paws instead of hands. If a boy gets horny and he doesn't have a girlfriend, he can relieve himself, but a dog just has to suffer. Doesn't seem fair."
"Yeah, I feel sorry for him. Still, what can I do?" Brenda said, stroking his head.
Anne giggled.
"Well, you could jack him off," she said.
"Anne!" exclaimed Brenda, shocked. But then she began to giggle, too.
"You weren't serious, were you?" she asked.
Anne shrugged, looking impish and amused.
"Well, not really. I mean, I never expected that you would jack him off, but it's true that you could. After all, he's your dog and he really needs to get his rocks off."
Brenda stared hard at her friend.
An aura of depravity seemed to hang over them, to envelop them. The dog, sensing it, was puzzled and confused and he began to whimper and wag his silken tail.
"I-I guess that I could," Brenda mumbled.
"Ooooh-that's exciting."
"I mean, it wouldn't be anything sexy. I wouldn't enjoy it or anything. I'd just do it to relieve Silk. Right?"
"Sure!"
"You-you wouldn't tell anyone, would you?"
"Of course not. Gee, it was my idea."
"Yeah, but you aren't doing it."
"On account of it's your dog, is why," countered Anne.
"You really think I should?"
"I don't know-but Silk thinks you should."
They giggled again. They were both pretending that the idea did not really arouse them, but a certain glow in their eyes gave them away.
The dog, perplexed, sensing somehow that he was the subject of the conversation, looked from one girl to the other. They made a nice contrast.
Brenda was blonde and nubile.
She had round tits and a heart-shaped ass and a cute rounded belly above her plump pussy. Her hair was golden-the same color as the collie's-and her eyes were big and blue and her lips were full and wide and sensual. Cock-sucker's lips, a lewd boy had once called them, but not to her face and never suspecting the truth-that that was exactly what she wanted them to be.
Anne was thinner, with long black hair and green eyes. Her tits were small, but capped by big, stiff nipples and her ass was high and round below her tiny waist and above her long, slim legs.
Both girls had hot, juicy cunts.
Those cunts were hot and juicy right now.
And the dog was whining as he scented those hot cunts and speculated in his dim, doggy fashion. . .
"Why don't you?" Anne asked, biting her lip.
"Maybe I will," Brenda said.
"Do it now, huh?"
"You promise you won't tell anyone-or make fun of me, afterwards?" Brenda asked, worried about that.
"Yeah, I promise. Honest."
Brenda considered jacking off the dog. "Listen," she said, "I'll do it-if you give him a few strokes, too. That way I'll be sure you won't tease me."
Anne thought about it. She shrugged, smiling slightly, trying to act more nonchalant than she felt.
"All right," she agreed. "I'll start the job, then you take over and jack him off. Right?"
Brenda nodded.
"Ooooh! We are naughty!" Anne squealed, delighted by that very naughtiness, her shyness and inhibitions melting away in the heat of her sexual arousal.
The dog still had his handsome head on Brenda's knee.
Anne moved from the table and knelt down beside his golden, gleaming flank. She peered under his belly, at his prick. She looked at Brenda. Then she reached under his belly, at his prick. She looked at Brenda. Then she reached under the dog, palm upwards, and took his fat prick in her hand.
She held the dog's cock for a moment, as if judging the weight.
The dog's prick flared in her palm.
"Ooooh!" she exclaimed as she felt that hard, hot cock meat pulse and vibrate and saw that cock-knob swell. She grinned mischievously-but there was more than pure mischief in the look in her eyes.
She moved her hand, still open, up and down the dog's prick.
Then she closed her fist around his cock shaft and began to stroke his cock slowly, skimming lightly at first and then tightening her grip and frigging firmly.
Brenda looked on with interest.
Silk turned his handsome head and stared back under his belly, amazed at the wonderful sensations coming from his prick. He wasn't sure what the girl was doing to him, but he liked it. It began to dawn on the dog that female humans had hot cunts, too. He could sense that-although, as yet, it did not occur to the dog that there could be coupling between species.
His glossy haunches began to quiver.
He whimpered and humped, fucking his thick cock through the girl's stroking fist. The dog was still confused but he had fallen into the fucking motion by instinct. It was fucking without fucking, fucking without a cunt into which to fuck caused alien sensations to the puzzled collie, yet most welcome ones.
"Gee-he sure is hard," Anne whispered.
She would not have minded continuing the hand-job, finishing it and watching the dog's cum spurt out. But it was, after all, Brenda's dog. She gave a last long stroke, her fist dragging all the way down to his balls, pulling the silken sheath back so that the naked meat of his cockhead flared out.
Silk yelped with pleasure.
Anne could tell that the dog was going to shoot his cum- load without much delay. She had jacked enough boys off to recognize the signs of imminent ejaculations-and so, somewhat reluctantly, she drew her hand away so that Brenda could take over.
The collie whimpered in doggy dismay.
Was that it? Was she going to stop now, to leave his cock stiff and his balls swollen?
Dimly, the concept of a cock-teaser came to the dog.
But then Brenda took over.
The nubile blonde had become very excited, indeed, as she watched her friend jacking the dog's prick and she was eager to try it, herself. Whatever inhibitions she might have had previously had melted away and she didn't hesitate.
She knelt beside the trembling beast.
She took his prick in her hand, holding it just behind the cock-knob and working her thumb around under that knob. Tommy Simpson had told her that that was the most sensitive part of a prick, that spot where the stalk loomed out into the cock head, and she correctly guessed that it would be the same for a dog as a human.
Anne wanted to be involved.
"Shall I hold his balls?" she asked.
Without waiting for the blonde to reply, Anne cupped the dog's bloated balls in her hand, squeezing gently. They felt like over-inflated balloons-a very satisfying handful of balls.
Brenda was getting eager to make the dog cum.
She began to frig him fast.
His cleft parted and a gleaming blob of precum oozed out. It ran sluggishly down his smooth cock-knob and onto the web between the girl's thumb and forefinger.
It thrilled her.
She remembered how Tommy Simpson had shot cum right in her face, how lovely it had felt to be hosed with hot, thick jism.
As she remembered that, she drew closer, her head down under the dog's belly, his cockhead aimed right at her face. Another blob of pre-cum oozed out.
Brenda's mouth was watering.
Amazed at her own dark desires, the girl realized that she actually wanted to suck the dog's slimy cock!
She had wanted to try cock-sucking for quite a while now, and the dog's prick meat looked every bit as tasty as any of the human cock that she had played with.
The idea thrilled her.
Sucking off a dog's cock was, she knew, tremendously naughty-but it was all the more exciting because it was naughty, because it held the thrill of depravity.
And there would be another advantage in blowing the dog, as well. Unlike a boy, a dog could not kiss and tell. She could get herself a mouthful of cock meat and swallow a load of hot jism and not have to worry about her reputation.
Brenda made up her hot little mind that someday soon- very soon-she was going to give Silk a blow-job.
She would have done it right now, wanted to do it right Now, but she didn't dare suck a dog off in front of Anne. Jerking a dog off was one thing. Sucking his prick off was quite another thing. There was no way that she could keep up the pretense that she was only doing this to bring the frustrated dog some relief, that it was only mildly erotic- not if she had a mouthful of dog prick.
She wished Anne would go home.
But Anne was not about to go home. Anne was as eager as Brenda was for the dog to shoot his wad.
Brenda's face was right up close now, gazing at that throbbing slab of cock meat. She wanted the dog to shoot cum in her face. If she couldn't take his cock in her mouth, at least she could have the pleasure of feeling his cum splash in her face-and pretend that it had been an accident, that she hadn't realized he was about to shoot.
But Anne ruined it.
Anne, holding the dog's balls and feeling them expand, knew that his cum-load was on the way.
"He's gonna blow," she whispered. "You'd better get out of the way-unless you want a face full of jizz!"
Brenda was foiled in her desires. She moved her head aside.
And just in time.
The collie's balls throbbed in Anne's hand and Brenda felt his thick cum rush up the cock shaft and then the head of his prick was a creamy blossom, spunk flying out in thick clouds. His cum-load came out hard and the stuff shot between his forelegs and splashed on the grass a good distance away. A second wad of cum shot from his cock, then a third. The dog whined and whimpered and humped wildly away and Brenda kept pumping his prick, milking him to the bone.
At last he was drained.
His balls had collapsed in Anne's hand.
His cock began to soften and diminish in Brenda's fist.
He stood, panting, flanks heaving-it was remarkable what a human hand could accomplish.
And the dog, dumb brute that he was, didn't even imagine what a human mouth could accomplish . . .
Chapter Two
The girls moved away from Silk and the dog stepped to the side, his emptied prick starting to droop so that the Cock-knob was aimed at the ground.
It wouldn't take much to get his cock hard again, Brenda thought.
She sure hoped that Anne would go home soon.
She looked at her hand and found it coated with frothy spunk.
"I gotta go wash my hands," Brenda said, giggling with a lightness that she did not truly feel, concealing her dark passions.
She got up and went up the steps to the back door, bouncy and nubile. Her tits bobbed up and down inside her tee shirt and her heart-shaped ass was swaying, the contours on display inside her skin-tight denim shorts.
Anne gazed at Brenda's ass, speculatively.
I wonder, thought Anne. I just wonder.
Anne was turned on.
Brenda went into the house and moved to the kitchen sink.
She turned the tap on. Then she glanced back to make sure that Anne had not followed her in and, finding the coast clear, she grinned wickedly and brought her hand up to her lips and began to lick the dog's congealing cum up with her hot tongue.
Dog cum was delicious!
Ooooh, she thought, if dog cum tastes so good, even second hand; just think what it would be like to have Silk shoot his cum in my mouth!
That prospect was inviting.
It was possible, too.
Like Anne, Brenda was turned on.
Anne came into the house as Brenda started back out. They turned into the living room and sat down.
"Gee, that was naughty," Anne said.
"Yeah. It was kind of exciting, too." "I liked it when he came."
"Me too."
"I guess old Silk is grateful, huh?"
"He ought to be," Brenda said. "He's lucky. He got his rocks off and I'm still horny.
She grinned at Anne, who smiled back.
"It made me horny, too," Anne confessed.
"Golly, we must be really depraved, huh? Getting turned on by playing with dog prick."
"It's kind of fun to be depraved," Anne said, her voice husky and her eyes gleaming.
Brenda was leaning back in her chair, her shapely legs parted and extended. Her shorts were very short, indeed, and the crotchband was very narrow-and Anne could see a wisp of curly cunt hair poking out of the leghole.
Anne was wearing a skirt.
The skirt was almost as short as Brenda's shorts-and she was sitting on the edge of her chair with her knees apart, wondering if Brenda could see her crotch.
There was a tension between them, a vague uneasiness. Neither girl was sure what she wanted or what the other wanted.
"I wish-I wish we had a couple guys here now," Anne said. "I really feel like fooling around."
"So do I."
"I'd like to have some guy finger-fuck me."
"Ummm-what a nice idea."
"Gee, I-" Anne hesitated, gazing thoughtfully at the nubile blonde, her eyes questioning. "If I was alone, I think that maybe I'd give myself a hand-job," she said.
"Maybe I would, too."
Brenda was hoping that Anne would decide to go home and finger-fuck herself, leaving Brenda alone with Silk.
Then Anne said: "Would you mind if I did it, Brenda? My pussy really needs some attention."
Brenda was momentarily startled. Then she began to understand the situation-and found it exciting.
Brenda grinned and said: "I don't mind. Maybe I'll finger-fuck myself, too. What the heck, boys have circle jerks, right? There's no reason why girls can't, too.
"Ooooh, we really are being naughty, today," Anne giggled.
Brenda giggled, too. They were both playing it cool.
And those cool girls were hot as hell.
"Well? You gonna?" Brenda asked.
Anne made her decision. She stood up and lifted her skirt, tugging her panties down. Brenda looked at her cunt. Her pussy mound was a dark mass of thick curls and the top of her cunt slit showed pink and juicy. Her thighs were parted. She sat back down on the edge of the chair and extended her legs, open. She cupped one hand over her crotch but did not start to rub her pussy, yet.
She looked expectantly at Brenda.
"You gonna, too?" she asked.
Brenda was no longer giggling or grinning. She nodded. She unfastened her shorts and squirmed out of them. The crotchband of her panties was soaking wet. She tugged them down and tossed them aside. They fluttered to the floor like a butterfly with damp wings. Brenda sat on the very edge of her own chair, positioned like her friend. She, too, cupped a hand over her pussy.
They looked at each other.
Anne began to rub her cunt slit and caress her taut clit slowly and steadily. After a moment, Brenda did the same, her fingertips tracing along her cunt lips and over her clit.
"Does it feel nice?" Anne whispered.
"Ummm, nice," Brenda purred.
Brenda was fascinated by the sight of Anne's pussy lips unfurling, the cunt slit opening into a pink slot and that slot flooding with cunt juice. She could see that Anne was gazing at her pussy with equal interest.
If she suggests it, Brenda was thinking...
And Anne suggested it.
Anne said: "It feels good-but not as good as when someone else does it for you.
"No, not that good," Brenda whispered.
"I sure wish there was a guy here."
"So do I."
"Brenda?"
"Yes?" Brenda said softly, her hand moving very slowly on her juicy pussy.
"We-we could do each other," Anne whispered.
She was looking carefully at Brenda to judge the blonde's reactions, hoping she would not be shocked or annoyed.
Brenda was neither.
"You want to?" she asked.
"Um-hum."
"I don't mind," said Brenda.
Smiling, she got up and moved to the couch, her cunt squishing between her legs as she walked. It felt as if she had a glowing ember in her groin. She was so hot she half expected her pussy to suddenly ignite.
Anne, too, got up and came to the couch, sitting down beside the blonde nymphette.
"I never fooled around with a girl before," Brenda said. "I want to, but it's the first time."
"Yeah, for me, too."
They both felt shy and timid, eager to do it, but hesitant.
"It's not as if we're lesbians or anything," Anne said.
"Naw, we're just friends," Brenda said. Then Brenda laughed.
"And we're gonna do it because we got horny playing with a dog's cock!" she exclaimed.
Anne laughed, too.
Both girls thought that they were going to be very depraved, indeed.
But they didn't realize that such things were not rare...
* * *
Marion Farmer was a thirty-year-old divorcee with big tits, a nice ass . . . and strange sexual tastes.
Marion owned the French poodle bitch that was in heat.
Marion had been waiting eagerly for the dog to come into season, for reasons of her own.
What better way was there to meet horny dogs?
At the moment, Marion was annoyed with herself. She had missed a golden opportunity-literally golden.
She had been in the bathroom when the golden collie had come sniffing around and by the time Marion had got to the back door, the damned dog had left. She had noticed his big, stiff prick and longed for it. She had never fucked a collie and wanted to.
She had fucked most breeds of dog, however. She kept the French poodle bitch for just that purpose, as a decoy or lure. And it worked like magic. The last time the bitch had been in heat, Marion had been fucked by a bulldog, a German Shepherd and a Chow.
But the bitch had only come in heat today and, so far, Marion had not had any doggie prick.
Now she was standing by the back door, looking out. She was wearing a negligee, sexy and transparent. She knew that a dog didn't give a shit how a woman was dressed, but Marion liked to look sultry and sexy for her own ego.
There was not a dog in sight.
Damn it all, she thought. Why did I have to take a piss just when that handsome collie came sniffing around?
She was annoyed and frustrated. Her cunt was steaming.
She thought that maybe she would have to give herself a hand-job, or use her vibrator, to take the pressure off But she hated to do that. She wanted to be horny as possible in case some canine Romeo happened upon the scene.
Maybe the collie will come back, she thought.
Then she gave a little cry of joy.
It was better than a collie, by far.
Into the garden stalked a giant Irish wolfhound!
The huge, shaggy brute looked around, massive head swinging, blunt snout sniffing. There was a cunt about-he was sure of it. His cock had already stiffened and that was a sure sign. His prick registered pussy like a barometer measured air pressure, and a thermometer, temperature. A thermometer would have measured the temperature of the wolfhound's prick very high on the scale.
Marion opened the door.
The wolfhound started, stepping away.
He was a confident seducer-or rapist-of bitches, but in his experience the owners of those bitches were seldom agreeable. They were inclined to drive him away.
He eyed the woman warily.
"Nice doggy," she called.
She seemed friendly enough.
"Here, doggy!"
The dog sniffed. He scented hot cunt, all right, but that delicious scent seemed to come from two places-two subtly different, but equally delightful, aroma.
Cautiously, he began to walk toward the woman.
He realized that the woman had a hot pussy, just like the bitch that was hidden away somewhere nearby. Stiff- legged and wary, but extremely interested, the wolfhound advanced.
The woman knelt down on one knee. The dog could see her pussy. It was flooded. This was all very strange, and very interesting.
He moved up close.
Marion stroked him behind the ear. Then she took him by the collar and drew his muzzle into her groin. The dog rumbled deep in his throat. He took a lick and, inspired by the delicious flavor, began to lap at her pussy with gusto.
Marion sighed with pleasure as the dog's long, hot, nimble tongue plied up her pussy.
She slid a hand under his haunches and began to stroke his huge cock slowly up and down.
The dog squirmed and whimpered and lapped merrily away.
He was perfectly willing to tongue-fuck her cunt in return for the caress of her deft human hands.
But Marion wanted more than that.
Moving back slowly, she lured the wolfhound into the house and closed the door behind him. She led him to the front room. She slid out of her flimsy negligee. The dog's cock pounded like a jackhammer, taut as a tuning fork. He sensed, vaguely, that something unique was about to happen to him-something very pleasant.
Marion stood for a moment, considering. She was wondering if she should fuck the wolfhound doggy fashion, or face to face? She decided to fuck him dog style-the first time. The dog would feel more comfortable about it that way, and later she could show him other ways to fuck.
Smiling with joyful expectations, Marion got down on all fours, her ass towards the wolfhound. She looked back over her shoulder.
"Know what to do, boy?" she whispered.
The dog had gotten the idea.
She was a human, to be sure-but she had assured a position that was very familiar to the horny wolfhound and he recognized the possibilities. He had no idea why a woman should want a dog to fuck her, but he wasn't about to complain.
He advanced, his shaggy cock swaying under him, and pushed his snout into her crotch from behind, lapping at her pussy. That hot cunt was obviously ready to get fucked full of stiff prick.
The dog mounted her.
"Oh, yes," Marion purred.
She felt his forelegs hook around her hipbones. She squirmed in that canine embrace. The dog thrust his cock in hard, missing her cunt and rebounding from her ass. Marion reached back between her legs and took his cock in hand, and guided the bloated cock tip into her fuck slot.
She moved his cockhead up and down in her cunt slit, using it like a ladle to stir her cream bowl.
She brushed the cock tip over her tingling clit.
Then she fitted his prick into her fuck hole.
The dog took over then.
He humped, fucking every inch of his enormous prick up Marion's cunt. Clinging to her haunches, he held that full penetration for a moment, thrilling to the sensation of having every inch of his hot cock meat buried in cunt, human cunt at that. At the same time, the woman savored the joy of having her pussy stuffed to the brim with dog prick. It was the largest cock that Marion had ever had up her cunt, despite her varied fucking experience, and she adored it.
She began to squirm wildly.
The wolfhound began to fuck her vigorously. His hindquarters slammed in and out. His balls swung in like the clappers of a hairy bell, whacking against her crotch below her cunt. His tail whirled like a rudder behind him and his spine formed an S-shape as he fucked her.
The dog was whimpering like a human and the woman was panting like a dog.
Her ass churned and she thrust her crotch back to meet the brute's powerful fuck-lunges. Cunt juice sprayed from her pussy, pumped out by the mighty plunger that filled her fuck hole to the brim.
"God!" she gasped, loving it, loving being fucked by a frantic and frenzied beast.
Her cunt sucked on his cock meat.
Her cunt lips dragged open, almost turning inside out as the dog pulled his cock back through her slippery pussy slot.
She wailed. She was starting to cum. The thrills darted up her thighs like an electric current and waves of ecstasy lashed across her belly.
As her cunt gushed with juice, lubricating itself, the dog's cock fucked in and out even faster. His shaggy haunches were a blur now. Marion couldn't tell if he was coming or going, so lightning fast did he pour the prick to her.
She met his fuck-lunges with equal vigor.
She was wailing and gasping and sobbing with the joy of the fucking. The brute's cock was so huge that she half expected to feel the prick-knob come sliding into her mouth from the inside.
She felt his mighty dog cock swell, spreading her pussy open.
He was going to cum, to fill her cunt with dog spunk!
Marion gurgled with joy and her pussy melted like a wax candle around that stiff, flaming wick.
A moment later the dog howled and fucked in balls-deep and Marion felt his hot jism hose her cunt, spurt after spurt splashing into her as her pussy creamed over and over and her foaming cunt juice gushed out to blend with his cum.
The dog fucked away until he was drained.
Then, with the beast still clinging to her haunches and his prick still stuck up her cunt, Marion squirmed a bit longer, to make sure that she had worked off every last spasm of her climax and milked out every last drop of cunt juice.
It was the best fuck she had ever had-dog or man.
And when the massive brute drew his cock out, it was still big and stiff and capable.
From her confinement, the French poodle bitch gave a pitiful howl, sensing the presence of the wolfhound and wanting some prick for herself.
But the poodle was doomed to suffer.
Marion wanted it all . . .
Chapter Three
Brenda and Anne, who were excited by their own relatively mild depravity, would have been thrilled to the core had they known what was happening with the wolfhound in the house next door. They didn't, of course. They didn't even know what was going to take place on the couch where they were sitting side by side-not in all the details. They were both ready and willing but, despite being horny, they were inexperienced and innocent.
They weren't sure how to begin.
They had always felt affection for each other, but weren't sure how to turn affection into passion.
"I guess we ought to kiss first, huh?" Anne suggested.
That was the way a heavy petting session usually started with a guy, and it seemed logical.
They kissed lightly, at first.
Their soft lips just brushed together. But the contact was inspirational. They began to let their inhibitions fade away and to grind their mouths together, just as each would have done if the other had been a boy.
Anne let her lips part.
Brenda slid her tongue into Anne's mouth.
Anne whimpered and sucked on it, her own hot tongue entwining with it, like serpents mating in a moist cavern. Then Brenda slid her tongue into Anne's mouth. They swapped tongues, French kissing and getting hotter by the minute.
It was still just like it was with a boy.
But then the differences began to manifest themselves.
Anne dropped her hand onto Brenda's tit. She just let it rest there, open, for a moment. But then she felt Brenda's nipple stiffen and swell against her palm and, thrilled by that, she began to feel the blonde up, caressing her tits and pulling at her nipples.
Brenda purred and began feeling Anne's tits, too.
"Let's take our shirts off," Anne suggested. They parted for a moment, both of them tugging their tee shirts up over their heads. Brenda was naked now-and obviously not a boy. Anne still wore her short skirt, but it was hiked up above her waist and her womanhood, too, was evident.
They squirmed together, tit to tit, brushing their stiff nipples over one another as they kissed again. They did some more tit feeling. Both were eager to move on, and down, to the more interesting parts, but both were shy about making the first move.
"Ooooh-I'm so hot," Brenda murmured.
Anne took the hint.
Her hand moved down and she began to run her fingertips up the smooth flesh of Brenda's inner thigh. Brenda sighed and parted her thighs farther. Anne's hand came up and her fingers rustled through Brenda's pussy hair. That golden cunt hair, thick and curly, was like a sunlit forest. Brenda arched her back, tilting her crotch upwards. Anne touched her clit.
"Ahhh," Brenda sighed.
Anne began to flick her fingers tenderly over Brenda's taut, tingling clit.
It felt every bit as good as when a boy did it, Brenda thought.
And Anne was rather surprised to discover that playing with a cunt was as much fun as playing with a prick. Since she wasn't a lesbian, she didn't know why that should be-but it damned sure was.
"Do me, too," Anne urged.
The request was all that Brenda needed.
Her hand dipped into Anne's crotch and she began to run her fingers up the foaming cunt slit and over the nugget of the girl's inflamed and throbbing clit.
"Ummm-it's fun," Brenda purred.
Like Anne, Brenda was surprised to find out that heterosexual girls could enjoy lesbian-like fondling. The girls had been willing to give a hand-job in order to get one, at first. Now they had found out that it was as much fun to do it as to have it done.
Kissing again, they panted heavily into each other's open mouth.
Then Anne dropped her face to Brenda's tits.
Brenda moaned and arched her back, toward Anne's face. thrusting her big tits up Brenda had had her tits sucked a few times and enjoyed it. She cupped her plump tit globes in both hands, lifting and pressing them together in deep cleavage.
Anne whimpered as she licked Brenda's tits.
She ran her tongue up the cleavage and around the tit mounds and then fluttered it at a stiff nipple. She sucked that fat tit tip into her mouth and worked hungrily on it. Brenda squirmed. Her hand went behind Anne's head, as if to hold her where she was, unnecessarily, for Anne had discovered that sucking tit was great fun. She began to mouth the other nipple.
They were still stroking each other's pussy.
Anne pushed her middle finger up Brenda's fuck hole, wriggling it around inside the slippery cunt slot. She drew it out and fucked it back and into that hot pussy, going knuckle deep. She added a second and then a third finger, bunched together in a phallic shape, finger-fucking the horny blonde with steady strokes. As her fingers fucked in and out, she used her thumb to rub Brenda's clit.
Brenda began doing the same thing to Anne.
Both girls masturbated regularly and, knowing what felt best on their own cunts, therefore knew how to please each other.
"Let me suck your tits, now," Brenda whispered, eager to try the other half of that intimacy.
Anne gave a last slurp on a swollen nipple and leaned back so that Brenda could get at her tits. Anne's tits were much smaller than Brenda's, but her nipples were every bit as large and, as Brenda discovered, they were a tasty snack.
Taking turns sucking tits, kissing as they switched, the girls continued to finger-fuck each other steadily. Their crotches were soaking. Cunt juice had poured down, seeping into the cracks of their taut asses.
Brenda was cradling Anne's head to her tits.
She whispered in Anne's ear, her voice husky. "Sometimes when I'm finger-fucking myself, I lick my fingers." Anne gave a little whisper of passion.
Brenda, smiling with excitement and pleasure, drew her hand out of her friend's crotch and brought it up to her lips. Anne tilted her head, her cheek resting on the blonde's big tits, looking up into Brenda's face in fascination.
Brenda's fingers glistened with Anne's pussy juices.
She licked at them, then bunched them together and began to run them in and out of her mouth, as if they were a cock that she was blowing-a cock that had just come out of a wet cunt.
"Ummm," she purred.
God, she's tasting my pussy, Anne thought.
It gave the horny girl ideas.
Brenda was having similar ideas. Neither of the girls had ever had a boy suck her cunt. Both of them longed for that experience. Now they shared naughty thoughts.
Cunt juice is tasty, Brenda was thinking. It must be delicious straight out of a creaming cunt! What would Anne think about that?
Brenda pulled her fingers from her lips.
Saliva glistened there now. The cunt juice had been sucked off.
"Yummy," said Brenda.
That erotic act had excited both girls and brought them surging towards the peak of passion.
Brenda's hand dropped into Anne's crotch again.
Their mouths clamped together in a passionate kiss. Anne could taste her own cunt juice on Brenda's lips and tongue. They were finger-fucking each other furiously now as a mutual, simultaneous climax built up in their seething loins.
"Oh-I'm gonna cum!" Anne gasped.
"Do it-do it with me!" wailed Brenda.
A spasm shook Brenda's pelvis. She humped, her hips and ass grinding as if she were really getting fucked. Anne's fingers stabbed in and her thumb whipped across the blonde's clit. As Brenda felt her orgasm start to peak, she also felt Anne's cunt begin to melt. The horny girls were vibrating and shuddering.
At the crest, Brenda cried out.
Anne whimpered.
They creamed together.
The girls finger-fucked each other through the peak. Then, slowing down, they continued to frig, making sure that they had finished the job and worked off every spasm, every drop. Their lips were still pressed together but the kiss was less intense, less passionate now that they had cum. At length, they drew apart.
They looked at each other, each searching the other's face for any sign of regret or misgivings, any change in attitude now that the finger-fucking had been completed. But neither felt any remorse.
"That was fun," Brenda giggled.
"Yeah, you finger-fuck better than Tommy Simpson."
"So do you," Brenda said.
"I'm glad we did it."
"Maybe we can do it again sometime, huh?" Brenda suggested.
"Sure-why not? I mean, it isn't as if we were turning into dirty dykes or anything. It's just fooling around, right?"
"Right."
They were randy little nymphs, the both of them. They were starting to heat up again, already. Brenda's orgasm had been satisfying and yet, at the same time and for dark psychological reasons, her cumming had also served to make her even more horny. She had frigged another girl off, and that knowledge was inspiring.
Anne felt the same.
Her hand still rested on Brenda's pussy, and now she began to move it gently, stroking, hinting.
"Want to do it again-now?" she asked.
Brenda hesitated.
The idea was pleasant but Brenda had mixed feelings about it. She wanted Anne to go home, to leave her alone with the collie so that she could suck the dog's prick. Brenda wanted to have plenty of time with the dog, between the time that Anne departed and the time that Brenda's mother returned home.
In fact, Brenda's mother was not going to be home for quite awhile-and for very similar reasons to those that Brenda did not want her home, as well-reasons that concerned animals.
But Brenda didn't know that.
Anne, seeing that the blonde was hesitant, felt disappointed. She guessed that Brenda needed to be aroused.
"Maybe we ought to bring the dog in and jack him off again," Anne suggested, knowing that that had been what got them started. "You want to Brenda?"
"No," Brenda said bluntly.
Anne figured Brenda was embarrassed about the dog.
But that was far from the truth. Brenda did not want to jerk the dog off-because she wanted to suck him off, instead. She didn't want to waste another cum-load on a hand-job and wind up with a limp-cocked dog, with nothing to drink.
Anne had no intention of going.
How could she arouse Brenda again?
Her hand stirred in Brenda's cunt slot. Then she drew it out and brought it up to her face.
"It made me really hot when you did this," Anne whispered, and she began to lick her fingers.
Brenda stared at that flashing tongue.
The desire to blow the dog did not leave her-but suddenly it had taken a back seat to another, almost as naughty, idea.
"Me, too," Brenda sighed.
"Now we've tasted each other's cunt," said Anne.
"That's what lesbians do, right?" Brenda asked.
"Yeah, but I guess you don't have to be a lesbian to eat pussy."
"You ever had it done?"
Anne shook her head.
"Me neither. I'd like to, though. If some guy wanted to go down on me-or if-"
"We could do it for each other," Anne said, lowering her eyes demurely and blushing slightly.
"That would be a lot naughtier than fingerfucking," Brenda said.
Brenda realized that her mouth was watering.
"Lots-and lots more fun, too," said Anne.
Brenda gave a little moan. The idea thrilled her, and in both ways. Her cunt yearned for tongue, and her tongue yearned for cunt!
"Want to?" Brenda asked.
"Let's!" Anne said with enthusiasm.
And so it was that, because she wanted to suck a dog's cock, Brenda was going to suck a cunt. . .
Chapter Four
Brenda's mother was a keen and accomplished horsewoman, but today she was having trouble keeping up with the hunt. Her horse had gone lame and the animal she had borrowed, an aged gelding, could not go the pace and was uncertain at the jumps. The baying pack was far ahead now.
Valerie Johnson was annoyed, wishing she had better horse flesh between her shapely thighs.
The red-coated riders galloped on ahead, following the hounds, pursuing the fox.
Valerie used her stick on the horse's flanks, cursing him to no avail. The brute could barely canter, let alone gallop. She posted up and down on her firm, well-muscled thighs. She wore tight jodhpurs. They delineated the contours of her tear drop-shaped ass.
Valerie was a lovely lady, an older version of her daughter. Her long blonde hair was tucked into her helmet now. She was sexy and sensual-and riding to the hounds always made her horny.
She always became aroused when riding a horse. The friction between her thighs was part of it, the excitement of the hunt another part, the feel of firm horse flesh beneath her yet another. Whatever the reasons, Valerie always got horny when she rode.
It frequently happened that, following a hunt, Valerie allowed herself to be seduced by one of the other members of the Morland Hunt-as did most of the female members.
Today, one element was missing.
Having dropped so far behind, Valerie did not feel the excitement of the pursuit.
But she was horny, nevertheless.
They lumbered up to a hedgerow.
Valerie braced for the jump-and the horse refused. The stolid gelding broke stride and twisted sideways and came to a dead halt. He was blowing heavily, head down. The gelding had had enough.
"Shit," said Valerie.
Well, she had been so far behind that she wouldn't have been in at the kill, anyhow, she figured. Why carry on? She was going to give hell to the man who had loaned her this useless animal. He was a good-looking man and she might well fuck him. But first she was going to give him hell, give him a piece of her mind before she allowed him to enjoy a piece of her splendid ass.
She dismounted lithely.
She intended to give the brute a rest before she walked him back to the stables.
The horse placidly munched grass.
Valerie sat down on a flat rock next to the hedgerow.
She felt disappointed and bored-and horny.
Then she grinned impishly. She had plenty of time to kill. The hunt wouldn't be returning for some time and she had to give the gelding time to recover. And there she was, all alone in the woods-and what better way was there to kill time than by giving herself a hand-job?
It would be exciting to finger-fuck herself in the open air.
There was no one around to catch her at it. The last of the red-coated riders was already out of sight. Grinning, delighted by her idea, Valerie cupped a hand over her crotch. She could feel the heat and the dampness of her pussy right through her riding pants. She began to rub her cunt. But her caresses were not very effective through the heavy material.
Did she dare take the jodhpurs off? She thought about it and decided that it was perfectly safe.
Valerie stood up and removed her jodhpurs. She left her riding boots on. She always felt sexy with boots on and often wore them while she was getting fucked. The gelding raised his head and eyed the woman.
He had not always been a gelding, of course, and he knew damned well what hot cunt smelled like. But the horse didn't really understand what had happened to him, when he had been gelded.
Valerie sat down on the flat stone again. She parted her shapely thighs, arched her back and began a prolonged and leisurely session of pussy-frigging . . .
* * *
The fox was a wily old customer.
He was enjoying the hunt every bit as much as the hounds were. He had been hunted before and knew that he could escape whenever he wanted.
Now he was teasing the hounds, toying with them.
It was a great game.
But he didn't have much time today.
There was a vixen living in a den not far away and the fox wanted to fuck her.
Fleeing was exciting-fucking was even more exciting.
It was time to confuse and lose the hounds. The fox doubled back, after crossing a stream.
He was heading back the way he had come now, back toward his own den and toward the vixen-and toward the spot where Valerie Johnson happened to be finger-fucking herself . . .
The hounds were, for the most part, dumb brutes. The pack dashed on, losing contact. But all of the hounds were not so dumb. Old Blue, for instance, was pretty shrewd and he knew a thing or two about how foxes acted. As soon as it became apparent that the fox had given them the slip, Old Blue halted. Three other hounds, seeing him stop, joined him.
Old Blue began to run at an angle, back the way they had come, with the other three hounds following.
Sure enough, they sighted the fox.
This was not a game any longer and the fox began to panic. At least one of those damned dogs knew what he was doing and this might be a close call.
There was no cover in this direction.
The fox was running as fast as he could now and the four hounds were gradually gaining on him. He knew he could take one of them, but he also knew he had no chance against all four.
What he needed was a distraction.
He had forgotten about the vixen now that he was running for his life, but all of a sudden his keen sense alerted him to the fact that there was hot pussy nearby.
What could be more distracting than hot pussy?
The fox headed towards that heady aroma.
Bursting out through the hedgerow, the fox was startled to find a half-naked woman sitting on a rock, playing with her pussy. It was a great-looking pussy, too. He wouldn't have minded having a bit of that, himself, and he faltered in his stride.
But then Old Blue and his companions broke through the hedgerow, and the fox dashed on again.
Old Blue stopped so abruptly that his legs shot out from under him and the other hounds tumbled over him in a heap.
Yelping and snapping, they scrambled to their feet.
The others were about to pursue the fox again-but Old Blue was just standing there, staring at Valerie, his tongue lolling out.
The others stopped, too, confused.
The quarry had changed.
And as the hounds looked at Valerie, she looked at them.
She saw those long, wet tongues hanging out. And she began to get ideas . . .
Chapter Five
When the bushy-tailed fox had burst out of the hedgerow right beside her ass, Valerie had been startled and dismayed.
She stopped finger-fucking her pussy and clamped her hand defensively over her crotch.
Then the hounds had appeared, tumbling before her. Valerie looked around in dismay.
She was afraid that the whole damned hunt was about to come thundering up and find her in an indelicate situation. How could she explain why her pants were down?
The fox ran on and vanished.
But the hounds remained.
Valerie listened carefully.
She could hear no horses, nor any other hounds. The only sounds that she could hear were the soft munching as the gelding chomped grass, and the panting of the dogs.
Valerie, experienced in the hunt, realized what had happened and knew that these four dogs had left the pack-that she needn't worry about being discovered.
She could finish her hand-job.
She started to play with her pussy again, then stopped.
Strangely enough, she felt embarrassed.
She even blushed.
Valerie was ashamed to finger-fuck herself with the dogs watching.
And watching they were-with great interest.
"Go away," she commanded. "Chase the fox!"
The dogs looked at her pussy and the fox was forgotten. Valerie stared back at the hounds. That was when she saw that Old Blue's tongue was lolling out-and that it was long and moist and hot.
That tongue looked as hot as her cunt.
And maybe the two should get together!
Valerie thought about it.
She had never fooled around with an animal. It was kind of kinky, she figured. But it might be a real kick, too-kinky things were always pretty exciting. No one would ever know, and what the hell!
Valerie began to smile.
Old Blue had started to get a hard-on.
The other hounds did, too, as if by sympathetic vibration-big pricks swelling, fat cock-knobs squeezing out from hairy sheaths.
Valerie could not help but notice the hard-ons sprouting under the dogs' bellies and she found it exciting-exciting in a purely selfish way, to know that it was she who had inspired such arousal. But she had no intention of letting the dumb brutes fuck her with those stiff cocks.
She wanted to get her cunt lapped, and that was all.
"Want a taste, boy?" she whispered.
Old Blue pricked up an ear.
"C'mon, fella, nice, hot pussy," she called.
The hound hesitated.
Her tone was friendly, but he wasn't sure. Did human bitches fuck with dogs?
Valerie used her fingers to spread her cunt wide open.
The delicious aroma of pussy wafted over to Old Blue, causing him to whimper. He advanced, stiff-legged, hindquarters squirming.
His cold nose touched against the heated flesh of her inner thigh.
"That's right, boy-lick my pussy," she commanded.
Old Blue pushed his snout in and took a lick. Then he began to tongue that tasty cunt with gusto. His long tongue ran upwards and creamy cunt juice sprayed out of her pussy.
"Ahh," Valerie purred.
It was a lovely sensation.
Her face had become a mask of pure animal lust and she was panting as much as the hounds. Her eyes narrowed to slits and her lips parted. She stroked the dog's head with her hand and closed her thighs around him, then opened them wide again so his tongue would have easy access to her cunt.
She knew she could cum this way, on the dog's tongue.
The depravity of it was delightful!
The other three dogs had moved in, circling, surrounding her.
Their pricks were rock hard.
It made the horny woman a little nervous to be in the midst of this aroused pack. She was afraid the dogs might get carried away and attack her. But they looked friendly enough-and horny, too. She felt rather sorry for the three who were being neglected. Maybe she should let them all take turns lapping her cunt. Would she be able to cream four times?
The dogs moved closer.
One sprang up, mounting her arm and starting to hump. His fat cock pushed into the edge of her tit.
"Stop that!" she cried.
Another brute was pushing his prick along her flat belly.
She started to get nervous again.
Christ, she thought. I might have to jerk them off or something, to calm them down.
Valerie had not thought of doing anything worse, up to that point.
But Old Blue had.
The hound had lapped her pussy to a froth and now he wanted to fuck her.
He lifted his head, his muzzle glistening with cuntjuice, and tensed his hindquarters.
Sitting on the flat stone, Valerie was positioned at just the right angle for a frontal approach, her ass lifted and her crotch tilted up.
"Don't stop," she said, pushing Old Blue's blunt snout back into her crotch. She had been almost ready to cream and she was annoyed at him for breaking the rhythm. "Lap my cunt, damn you!"
Old Blue took another slurp at her hot pussy.
But Old Blue was no common dog. He could plan vaguely, as he had demonstrated in the pursuit of the fox. And he was planning now-planning to get a piece of ass.
What in hell did this bitch expect?
Did she think he would lick her pussy and not get any relief for himself?
He lifted his head again. This time he jumped up before she could push him back into her groin. He planted his forefeet firmly on the stone, on either side of her hips.
Valerie tilted backwards, moving away from his fangs-and that tilted her cunt higher.
Old Blue thrust, his powerful haunches rippling, fucking his prick into her juicy pussy.
"Oh!" she cried in dismay.
The dog's cock head had fucked right into her cunt. She had fallen backwards, arched over the stone. The other dogs were clustered around her, whining and yelping.
My God! I'm going to get raped, she thought, horrified.
She might have struggled free-but she was even more terrified of those gleaming fangs. She tried to think of all the advice she had read, the things a woman should do when confronted by a rapist. She knew she was not supposed to struggle.
Mockery might be effective. But how in hell could she mock a dog?
Then Old Blue fucked another inch of hot cock up Valerie's steaming cunt and her talented pussy began to pull on it-and she began to wonder if this was such a bad idea, after all. She wouldn't help him-but she wouldn't stop him, either.
A dark and depraved thrill mingled with her fear now. She lay across the stone, arched, trembling.
Old Blue sensed her submission and grunted with contentment.
He began to fuck his cock meat in, inch by inch.
"Oh!" she gasped. "Ooooh!"
His naked cock-knob stirred inside her pussy, forging a passage for the shaft of prick that followed. Her cunt clung to his cock. It felt as if she had a heated crowbar up her cunt.
He fucked the final inches in, burying his prick balls- deep up Valerie's soaking cunt. Stiff-legged and trembling all over, Old Blue held the full penetration, savoring the thrill of having every inch of his big cock embedded, for the first time, in human pussy.
And Valerie, despite herself, was thrilled to have her cunt stuffed to the brim with canine cock!
In fact, Valerie began to move first.
She was a creature of habit, almost like an animal, herself, where her passions were concerned. When Valerie had a cock up her cunt, Valerie fucked that cock. Now, without thinking about it, hardly realizing that she was doing it, she began to pump her belly and hips up and down, fucking her cunt on the hound's cock meat.
The dog began to fuck.
He pulled his cock out until only the crown was in her, then fucked the whole thing in to the hilt again. Valerie met him with counterpointal fuck-thrusts, rolling her hips from side to side as he withdrew. Her cunt was molded to the contours of his cock, clinging and dragging. Cunt juice flooded down her crotch, soaking the rock under her ass.
She was really enjoying this.
It isn't my fault, she told herself, rationalizing the situation, trying to justify this bestiality. But fault or not, she could not deny that a cunt full of dog cock was a treat.
Old Blue fucked faster.
So did Valerie.
The rest of the pack was wild with envy and frustration now, snarling and yelping. Valerie wondered if she was going to have to let them all fuck her before she could escape. With Old Blue's big cock fucking her cunt, it didn't seem like such a bad idea. But she was already starting to spark with the first waves of a climax. After she had cum, she might not feel so enthusiastic about getting fucked again.
Reaching out, she took a dog prick in each hand. She was thinking that she had better jack them off as soon as possible-and while she was still in the mood. She began jacking their pricks.
The neglected dog was fucking at her tits.
His cock head was dripping now and a trail of slime glistened in its wake, on her belly and tits. The dog was trying to mount her, to get his cock buried between her tits.
He fucked into her cleavage.
The head of his cock came squeezing out from between her tits and loomed before her face.
No! I'll be damned if I let him fuck my mouth, she decided.
Yet, even as she thought it, her lips were trembling.
He thrust again, leaving a slimy trail of precum running up her breastbone. The tip of his cock nestled in the hollow of her throat.
Valerie tilted her head down, her chin resting on her chest. I won't, she thought-and as she thought it, her tongue flicked out.
She lapped at the frothy tip of the dog's cock.
Her cunt was full of dog cock, and both hands were full of dog cock, and what the hell-she might as well get it over with! She had four dogs to deal with, and she only had two hands and one cunt.
And she had a mouth!
The hound fucked between her tits again. She tongued wildly at his slimy cockhead. She was so hot now, so fired up by Old Blue's powerful fucking, that she was game for anything.
Again, the dog's cock slid up her breastbone.
This time she opened her mouth and let that swollen slab of dark cock meat slide into her mouth. Her lips collared his prick behind the knob. She sucked, cheeks hollowing in.
The dog yelped with joy. He had never experienced such a lovely human perversion as this! But he was not about to look a gift human in the mouth. He began to hump steadily, fucking into her mouth as she sucked his prick.
Distracted by that hot mouthful, she had lost the rhythm on the double handful she held. Those two dogs were whining and fucking through her fists. She began to jack them off again. Valerie was really into the fucking now-she wanted all four dogs to shoot at the same time-and to cum with them!
Like some strange, carnal engine, this bizarre cluster of woman and dogs pumped and heaved and fucked together.
Her loins danced wildly on the stone.
Her mouth worked voraciously on that delicious plunging prick that was fucking right back into her gullet, choking her, gagging her, causing her to gasp-but to moan with the joy of it, as well.
Both hands frigged away.
She was rubbing the knobs of those dripping cocks against her nipples as she pumped up and down the cock shafts, wanting them to splatter her with their hot jism-while Old Blue soaked her cunt and the other dog spilled his cum-load in her mouth.
Waves of pleasure rippled laterally across her belly. A thrill tingled up her thighs. The two sensations met in her loins, tidal waves crashing together in her pussy. She was coming. She tried to cry out with the joy of it but the sound was muffled on a mouthful of dog prick. It came out as a gurgle.
Old Blue howled.
Valerie felt his hot spunk splash into her pussy.
Already cumming, herself, the thrill of having a dog fill her cunt with cum inspired her to new heights-she came a second time even before the first orgasm had ended, the two separate thrills building up and forming a compound climax.
The dog cock went off in her left hand, the cum squirting across her belly and pooling in her belly button.
The dog cock in her right hand erupted and hot jism poured over her tits in a creamy cascade.
She kept frigging with both hands and her pelvis continued to hump, fucking Old Blue, draining both handfuls of cock. Then the fourth dog yelped and Valerie gasped as she felt his prick swell up mightily in her mouth. His cum hosed her throat. She gulped the hot cum down and sucked for more. The dog fed her more cum, a slimy rope of jism uncoiling from that bloated cockhead, filling her mouth.
She sucked and swallowed dog cum, swallowed and sucked on the dog's prick.
Her third climax came.
The dogs slowed, then stopped. Flanks heaving, panting heavily, they clustered around her as Valerie continued to squirm and writhe, working her pleasure off to the last drop.
She smiled with contentment-smiled with a dog's prick still stuck in her mouth, her lips turning up around the dark meat of his cockknob.
She stopped squirming now.
The dogs began to back away.
The cock pulled out of her lips like a cork from a bottle, glistening with her saliva.
Old Blue's cock slid from her cunt and a heavy flood of cum and cunt juice poured from that vacated fuck hole.
The other two brutes backed away from her hands.
Valerie was lathered with cum from head to thigh, basking in the slimy stuff, her eyes closed, a dreamy smile on her lips. Then she opened her eyes.
And she saw the Master of the Hunt looking down upon her!
* * *
Colonel Jason Culpepper was a tall, lean, handsome fellow, Master of the Morland Hunt, aristocrat by birth and lecher by nature. He had graying sideburns and a clipped mustache-and a big cock. He was elegant on a horse and elegant on a woman, as well.
He had been disappointed today, when he realized that the wily fox had given them the slip. He had reined in. The other hunters had galloped on, still hopeful, but Jason was experienced in such matters and knew it was a lost cause.
Then he realized that Valerie Johnson was not with the others.
Colonel Culpepper had never fucked Valerie, but he had often lusted for her. Now he wondered if she might have been thrown from her borrowed horse, perhaps lying unconscious or injured. He turned his mount and headed back at the trot, elegant as could be-and with a big hard-on rubbing against the horn of his saddle as he thought of luscious Valerie.
She would be grateful to him for returning for her, he figured. If he was lucky, she might show her gratitude in a nice way.
And if she was unconscious?
Well, he was a lecher, but he was a gentleman, as well. Jason would not take advantage of a helpless woman-but he might cop a feel of her tits, a handful of ass, a grope at her pussy, before he awakened her. It was a pleasant thought, but he hoped she was not seriously injured. A broken leg would be a disaster. He wanted those long, lean, equestrienne's legs wrapped around his haunches.
He urged his mount to a faster pace.
Unlike most members of the hunt, Colonel Culpepper rode a stallion, a massive brute, seventeen hands at the shoulders and twelve hundred pounds on the scales. Sometimes the horse, Adonis, gave Jason a bit of trouble when there was a mare about, but Jason was accomplished enough to handle it. He knew that the other members of the hunt respected him for riding a stallion instead of a gelding or mare, and that acclaim was worth more than any trouble the horse might give him.
The horse was giving him no trouble now.
They rode back across the stream and towards the hedgerow. Then Jason heard the hounds yapping and howling.
He realized instantly what had happened.
Several of them-led, no doubt, by clever Old Blue-must have split from the pack and continued to pursue the fox.
And caught the fox, too, by the sound of it!
Jason might cut a tail yet this day!
He spurred the horse into a canter. They thundered up to the hedgerow and cleared it gracefully.
Jason reined in, turning towards the cluster of hounds.
Yes, they had caught the fox, no doubt of that. They were probably tearing it to ribbons.
He sat tall in the saddle, looking down at the snarling, howling cluster of hounds.
Funny there's no blood, he thought. They all had their heads up, not using their fangs.
It almost looked as if they were fucking the fox to death.
But that was silly. Hounds didn't fuck vixens.
He sat there, puzzled.
Adonis was not puzzled.
The stallion had his animal instincts and he knew damned well what was going on in that cluster. He sidestepped, nervous, prancing, tossing his handsome head and neighing softly.
Under his mighty loins, the stallion's gigantic cock began to ripple and elongate. His prick was massive even when it was soft and dangling. Now his cock came out like a telephone pole. The cockhead was dark, almost black. It came squeezing out from the brown-skinned sheath, a great triangular wedge of swollen cock meat. The cleft was parted. Pre-cum bubbled in the crack. The brute's bails were huge. The sun was low to the side, and that giant horse prick cast an elongated shadow that stretched all the way to the frantic cluster of the hounds.
The gelding gazed on with envy.
Jason hadn't noticed, intent on staring at the pack. Then that frantic activity slowed and ceased. Jason was about to dismount and cut the tail of the fox. Then the hounds moved back from the cluster.
Jason's eyes popped out like hard-boiled eggs.
"Why, damn my eyes!" he exclaimed.
The dogs looked sheepish.
Jason grinned.
"That's not a fox," he said. "That's pussy!"
Chapter Six
Jason was comforting Valerie.
He had covered her soaking loins with his riding jacket, a gallant gesture, and now he was stroking her golden-haired head as she sobbed in his arms.
She was sobbing with mortification, but she hoped he would think it was bitter sorrow...
When Valerie had looked up and seen Colonel Culpepper astride his stallion, she had been horrified. But she had thought fast and hard and grasped at straws.
"Help me!" she wailed-pointlessly, since the hounds had already moved away from her.
But Jason seemed to fall for it. He swung down from the saddle and used his whip to scatter the hounds. Then he knelt beside the sobbing woman, covered her with his jacket and held her, trembling, to his chest.
"They were raping me, the brutes," she sobbed.
"Nasty devils," he said.
"Thank God, you came to my rescue."
"Spot of good luck there, eh?" he said. "I never knew that my hounds were rapists, damn them. Might have to have 'em gelded. Can't understand what got into 'em."
A puzzled look came into his gray eyes.
"But how on earth did the hounds get your jodhpurs off?" he asked in bewilderment.
Valerie began to sob more violently, covering her failure to reply, while she thought really hard.
"There, there," comforted Jason.
"I was thrown from my horse at the hedgerow. I fell on my bottom, rather hard, and so I removed my jodhpurs to see if there was any serious bruising. That was when the dumb brutes came upon me and had their way with me."
She glanced up see how Jason took this.
He seemed to relieve her.
"Frightful experience," he said, stroking her golden hair, cuddling her to him.
She was smooth and soft and vibrant. Jason's cock was swelling more and more. The riding jacket slipped slightly.
He could see a wedge of blonde pussy hair. He gazed at her long, shapely legs. He didn't blame the hounds at all. But it was certainly a novel experience. Imagine getting gang-banged by dogs! Imagine getting cluster-fucked by a pack of fox hounds. No wonder she was distraught!
There was dog cum all over her belly and tits.
Jason's comforting hand moved down, sliding around in that slippery film of cum, moving up to her plump tit. She made no attempt to stop him. He didn't know if this was because she was willing or because she was so numbed by her sorrow that she didn't realize that his comforting hands had become caressing hands.
He wondered if he should kiss her.
Her lips looked suspiciously creamy.
His hand cupped her tit and he was pleased to feel her nipple stiffen in his palm.
He might get to cut some tail yet, by God!
The stallion stood by, his huge, hard prick jutting beneath him, regarding the man and woman. A strange woman, this one. A woman who fucked dogs. Remarkable. Did she fuck horses, too?
He wondered what to do with his hard-on, as well.
It was troubling the stallion to have a stiff prick and nowhere to put it, no way to empty his balls.
Still, things could have been worse.
He looked at the gelding, with something like sympathy.
Jason lowered his face toward Valerie's tits. He hesitated for a moment, his mouth watering for those pert nipples. But he was reluctant to lap up dog cum.
Valerie purred and arched, thrusting her tit up toward his lips.
He sighed and began to suck the taut nugget.
Although she had come spectacularly amidst the hounds, Valerie was feeling sexy again. It was a psychological arousal. She had thrilled herself by her own depravity, and her memory and her imagination were fueling her fuck-lust.
She held Jason's head to her tit.
That was when, gazing over his shoulder, she saw the big stallion's enormous prick.
She gave a little gasp.
Jason figured that he must be sucking her tit well, to bring that response, and he slurped merrily away.
Valerie's blue eyes were glued on the horse's cock. She wanted to touch his prick, to fondle it. A new thrill of depravity coursed through her. She had been fucked by dogs- mouth, cunt and hands-and bestiality was bestiality. There were no degrees of wickedness.
Fucking with a horse would be no more naughty than fucking with a dog. The only difference was that the horse had a bigger cock.
And that was a big difference!
Her imagination ran wild.
Would her cunt hold a cock that big? She wasn't sure. She knew she could never get it all up her-the damned thing was longer than her torso. But could she fit the cock head in? If that huge slab could wedge up her cunt, she might manage to take about half of the brute's prick-she might even take two feet of horse cock! The thought was exciting. What would it feel like to have two feet of prick up her cunt? To have that massive cock-knob stuffing her pussy deeper than any man-or hound, for that matter-had ever reached?
Her cunt simmered and her clit sparked. She wondered, too, if she could get that cockhead in her mouth. It would sure be fun to try. If it didn't fit, she could always spread her lips over the tip and jerk the stallion off into her open mouth!
At first, these thoughts were only fantasies.
But they were such delightful thoughts that Valerie began to think more seriously about fucking the horse.
If she had been alone with the stallion, she damned well would have given it a try! Even the idea of jerking him off, if all else failed, thrilled her.
She wished Jason would go away and leave her alone with the mighty stallion!
But Jason was not about to go away.
Merrily slurping on her tits and running his hands down her smooth flanks, he was getting more excited by the moment. Inspired by his caresses and by the sight of the stallion's cock and by her own wild imagination, Valerie was getting worked up, too. But she couldn't fuck the horse while Jason was there-so she would have to fuck Jason, instead, as a substitute.
Jason wouldn't have liked it, had he known that.
But he would have fucked her, anyhow, feeling that playing substitute for a horse was better than not playing at all.
Valerie drew his face up and kissed him on the lips. She took his hand and guided it down to the creamy cunt slot that simmered between her thighs.
"Ummmm," she purred as he stroked her pussy.
Her hand went to the front of his jodhpurs and she gave a little moan of expectation when she felt how big the cock- bulge was-not as big as a stallion, but plenty big for a mere human. She was going to enjoy fucking Colonel Culpepper.
She was going to fuck his ass off.
And that thought gave her an exciting idea.
Maybe she could fuck the colonel silly-fuck him into oblivion, leaving him in a coma.
And if she had fucked him until he passed out-then she could turn her attentions to the stallion!
It was worth a try, she figured. If she failed, the trying would be a pleasure, in itself.
Valerie began to undo Jason's pants, reaching in for his prick and looking, over his shoulder, at the stallion . . .
Chapter Seven
Once she had decided to do it, Brenda was eager to get on with the cunt-sucking. The pleasure of anticipation tingled in her. Her mouth felt as hot as her cunt and her tongue was like a clit. She embraced her dark-haired friend, kissing her passionately, licking her lips, tonguing her mouth just as, very soon, she would be tonguing her pussy. She lowered her head and mouthed Anne's big, erect nipples.
Anne had been willing to go down on Brenda first but now, seeing that Brenda intended to suck her off first, the slender girl leaned back on the couch, arching her slim back and tilting her pelvis up. Her ass rested on the very edge of the seat. She stroked the back of Brenda's blonde head as Brenda sucked her tits and licked at her shallow cleavage. Brenda was moaning with the pleasure of what she was doing- and in anticipation of the greater pleasure that awaited her when she clamped her mouth over the steaming caldron of Anne's pussy.
Brenda kissed and licked down Anne's flat belly.
Her tongue rustled through the girl's pussy thicket, like a pink rodent in a dark forest.
Then Brenda slid from the couch and knelt on the floor. She put her hands on Anne's knees and gently spread her thighs apart. She began to lick at the smooth flesh of those thighs, tonguing upward, toward her steaming cunt.
At the last moment, she hesitated.
Anne was afraid that Brenda had changed her mind.
Anne was going to suck Brenda's cunt whether Brenda sucked hers or not, but she certainly wanted some tongue if Brenda was willing. And Brenda was more than willing. She was eager for it. She had hesitated because she wanted to savor the expectation for another moment. She stared at Anne's soaking pussy, licking her lips.
Anne's cunt rippled and opened wider, as if Brenda's gaze had tactile properties and was caressing her pussy. Her cunt lips folded open and her cunt slit became an oval slot and filled with pussy juice. Her clit was standing as stiff as her nipples.
"I'm going to lick your pussy," Brenda whispered, adding a little verbal stimulation to the situation, exciting herself as well as Anne by stating her obvious intentions. "I'm going to suck your sweet cunt and make you cum."
"Yes-yes-" Anne gasped.
Brenda flicked her forefinger up Anne's sodden cunt slot and across her tingling cut.
"Oh, God," Anne murmured.
Brenda was really drooling for Anne's pussy now-as keen to suck it as she was to blow the dog. She took Anne's stiff clit between her thumb and forefinger, frigging her clit up and down as if it were a tiny prick. Then she pushed her tongue out and licked it.
"Ooooh," Anne squealed.
Brenda laved Anne's clit with her hot tongue.
Then she began to lap at Anne's fuck hole, running her tongue all the way up the cunt gash with long, rippling strokes. She whimpered as hot cunt juice coated her taste buds. Pussy juice was every bit as delicious as she had hoped it would be.
Cunt juice was a lot more tasty direct from a pussy than when licked from her fingers. She shoved her tongue right up Anne's fuck hole as far as it would go and began to tongue- fuck her steadily.
Anne was panting like a locomotive.
She ground her pussy around in Brenda's face.
Her smooth thighs closed around Brenda's head, trapping her in a velvet vise, then parted widely again.
Brenda tilted her head and fitted her mouth to Anne's cunt lips and began to suck. Hot cunt juices flooded into her mouth. She swallowed some. Her tongue was floating in the stuff like a pink raft in a swamp. The blonde girl was truly enjoying this snack and, with the very first lick, she had discovered that she was a cunt-lapper by instinct, that she required no previous experience or training or practice. Brenda knew that she was a good cunt-sucker.
Her tongue slurped and her lips made moist sucking sounds.
Anne was moaning with the joy of it, her ass churning and her hips twisting and her belly heaving.
"Ummm-ummm," Brenda purred.
She sucked and swallowed voraciously.
"Cum," she whimpered, mouthing the word right up the echo chamber of Anne's fuck hole.
Anne whispered: "Suck."
"Cum," Brenda urged, sucking.
"Suck my cunt!" wailed Anne.
"Cum for me, Anne-cream in my mouth!" Brenda murmured, her tongue flashing and her lips pulling.
She slid up and began to suck on Anne's clit. At the same time she began fucking into the girl's hot pussy with three fingers, adding manual sensation to the oral one.
Anne started to thrash about wildly as the thrill built up.
Her pussy melted.
"I'm creaming!" she cried.
But Brenda knew that, for her mouth had filled up with the fluids of her friend's release. She sucked steadily away, loving the taste and the texture of cunt and loving knowing that she had made Anne cream, that she was eating her cunt to a climax. Brenda's own neglected pussy was steaming but she ignored it, concentrating totally on what she was doing with her mouth.
She sucked Anne through the peak.
Anne slumped, drained, feeling as if her whole life force had turned to cunt juice and flooded from her pussy.
Brenda raised her face, smiling, cunt juice all over her lips and chin and tongue.
"That was so lovely," Anne purred.
"I loved doing it, too," Brenda said.
"You seemed to be enjoying yourself down there," Anne giggled.
"Ummm-but it's made me awfully hot." She raised her eyebrows as she gave that hint.
Anne giggled again. "That's good, Brenda-because it made me hungry!"
Brenda moved up from the floor to the couch, gently pushing Anne down onto her back. Throwing one thigh across, she mounted the dark-haired girl's head.
Anne gazed straight up at the golden-haired pussy that she was about to devour. She was tonguing at the air even before Brenda lowered her crotch, her neck craned like a baby bird waiting to be fed. A drop of pussy juice ran along Brenda's clit and then fell off, splashing on Anne's lower lip.
Anne cupped her hands on Brenda's taut ass, tugging at her.
"Feed it to me," she whimpered.
Anne's mouth was as hot now as her cunt had been before Brenda sucked her off.
Brenda slowly descended. Anne opened her mouth wide and spread her tongue over her lower lip. Brenda lowered her steaming cunt onto Anne's waiting mouth and Anne began to tongue and suck her pussy. She discovered, just as Brenda had, that cunt-sucking came natural to her, and that she adored the hairy, juicy feast.
Brenda rode Anne's face as if it were a saddle.
Her ass brushed against the girl's tits as she ground her pussy into her face, coating her with cunt juice from brow to chin. Anne was gurgling with voracious pleasure, lapping and sucking the hot fluids of lust out of Brenda's sodden pussy.
"I'm cumming," Brenda said, quite calmly. Then, almost screaming. "I'm cumming!"
Anne sucked ravenously and her mouth filled with delicious pussy nectar, a lava flow of lust that soaked her mouth and poured down her throat, satisfying her hunger as she satisfied Brenda's passion. She continued to tongue and suck long after Brenda had passed the crest, lapping out the last drops and the final spasms.
After a while, Brenda dismounted.
The girls lay face to face, kissing affectionately and frigging each other's cunt lazily.
It was exciting each girl to kiss a mouth that had so recently been sucking her cunt, to taste her own cunt juice on another girl's tongue and lips and know that she was doing the same.
Brenda, grinning, said: "There's one problem with cunt- sucking."
"What's that?" Anne asked, running her tongue along Brenda's lower lip.
"We can't cum at the same time," Brenda told her.
"It's sort of a vicious circle. I mean, when you suck me off, my pussy gets taken care of-but it makes me hungry for cunt. And when I suck you off, my mouth gets satisfied-but my pussy gets hot again."
Anne nodded, then smiled.
"Maybe we ought to sixty-nine, huh?" she suggested.
"That," said the blonde, "is a swell idea!"
Brenda got on top first.
In the position of inverted oral love, she lowered her cunt into Anne's face and lowered her face into Anne's cunt. Her sweet ass churned and her head bobbed up and down. After a while, they turned over, still locked together, and Anne got on top for a while. Their bodies were vibrant and they were squirming tit to belly.
They built towards a simultaneous orgasm.
The thrill coursed through both of them at the same pace, as if they were locked together by an electric current. Brenda spread Anne's pussy wide open, sucking with concentration. She seemed to be trying to bury her whole head up that steaming caldron of a cunt.
They creamed at the same instant.
Brenda moaned softly as she sucked the sweet pussy nectar out of Anne and fed Anne her own hot feast at the other end. It seemed as if she were drinking cunt juice and the stuff was rushing right through her body and flooding out of her own cunt, back into Anne.
They peaked, ebbed, and peaked again.. Then they crashed through a stormy crest and, panting, collapsed together.
"Let's suck each other off a lot, huh?" Anne said. "I mean, this wasn't just a one time thing, was it?"
"Gee, no . . . cunt-sucking is a lot of fun."
"It sure is Gosh, I hope we don't turn into dykes!" Anne exclaimed, with a sudden fear.
"Naw," Brenda assured her. "It's just fooling around- we'll still want to make out with boys."
"I guess so. I wonder if sucking a cock is as nice as sucking a cunt? You think so?" Anne asked.
"I-I don't know. I'd like to, though."
"Yeah. It must be really great when a guy cums in your mouth, huh? All that hot, thick jism squirting out-ooooh!"
Brenda loved that idea.
The blonde had lost her inhibitions now. It was hard to feel bashful with a girl whose cunt she had just eaten, and vice versa. Brenda had been waiting for Anne to go home so that she could call the collie in and suck his prick. Now she figured there was no point in waiting, after all. She said: "I've got a real naughty idea."
Anne looked interested.
What could be naughtier than what they had already done?
"We both want to suck a cock, right?"
"Sure," Anne agreed.
"Well, why don't we?"
Anne looked puzzled.
"Call some guy up and ask him to come over, you mean?" she asked. "Gee, I don't know. It would be fun, sure, but the guy would think we were awful tramps. I mean, a girl can't just phone a fella and ask him if she can suck his prick! He'd probably tell all his friends about it and we'd get terrible reputations." She grinned. "We'd probably get lots of dates, but terrible reputations."
"Yeah, guys like to brag," Brenda said. "But that wasn't exactly what I had in mind."
Anne looked puzzled again. Brenda blushed slightly, a little embarrassed-but thrilled, too, baby her own depravity.
She said: "How about Silk?"
For a moment, it didn't register.
"Silk?" Anne asked. Then she gasped. "You mean-?"
"He's got a lovely big prick and his balls are full of cum, and he can't tell anyone about it. Well, maybe he can tell other dogs, but that won't ruin our reputations. Might get a lot of stray mutts hanging around. But so what?"
"Brenda! Would you really suck your dog's cock?"
"I guess so. Yeah, I'd suck him off."
"Oh, wow! That's really naughty!" Anne said.
Brenda was sorry that she'd mentioned it. Anne seemed too shocked.
But then Anne grinned.
"Can I have a taste, too?" she asked.
Chapter Eight
Silk was all worked up.
The hand-job that his mistress had given him had been no more than a temporary release. There was hot cunt all over the place and, sensing it, the golden collie soon became aroused again.
He knew there was a French poodle lurking about, in heat, but he couldn't get at the bitch. He also knew that his mistress and her friend both had hot pussies and nimble hands. And, just to add to the dog's excitement, there was a horny woman in the house with the French poodle, fucking a huge Irish wolfhound.
The collie ran back and forth between the adjoining backyards, yelping, squirming, with his prick jutting out hard as a nail under his belly, the cock-knob dripping.
He scented orgasms!
He had no idea what Brenda and Anne were doing to each other-nor did he have an inkling about lesbian loveplay-but he knew damned well that they were cumming.
So was Marion Farmer.
After Marion had fucked the wolfhound doggy fashion, she had perched on the edge of the couch and coaxed the mighty brute into mounting her from the front.
It didn't take much coaxing.
As soon as the wolfhound got the idea and realized that it was possible to fuck a human face to face, he had hopped up and done the job with gusto. His second climax had reduced his cock somewhat.
Now Marion was frigging his fucker gently, starting to get his cock stiff once more. She wanted more fucking. Marion had cum very nicely both times that the wolfhound had fucked her and she didn't really need any fucking, but she wanted more fucking, anyhow. Marion was a greedy girl when it came to dog prick. The thrill of bestiality turned her on, in itself. She would have fucked a dog whether she felt like fucking or not. Even if she felt like not fucking, the oversexed dog lover would not have passed up a chance to get a cunt full of canine cock and a load of doggy cum.
Especially not with a massive brute like this Irish wolfhound, whose prick fucked so deeply up her cunt.
Marion heard Silk yelping.
She thought for a moment.
Despite her vast experience with dogs, Marion had never fucked more than one dog at the same time-but she had often thought about it. She knew it would be a real thrill to take a dog's prick in both ends, to suck one dog off while the other fucked her cunt. She had never blown many dogs-not to a conclusion, anyhow. Marion had licked and sucked plenty of dog cocks but usually only as foreplay, getting a taste and getting them hard and hot in preparation for fucking. Only two dogs had ever shot cum in her mouth-and she rather regretted her lack of cum-drinking experience. Marion loved drinking dog cum, but she loved to get fucked more.
With two dogs there would be no conflict of interest between her mouth and her cunt.
Grinning wickedly, she gave the wolfhound's cock a last long pull, then rose and moved to the back door.
She was just a moment too late.
Silk was in her back garden and he had a hard-on and Marion was just about to call to the collie when, from the house next door, she heard Brenda call the dog. Silk's head went up, ear cocked. His prick rippled and throbbed.
He trotted eagerly back to his own home.
Oh, damn! Marion thought. She had missed out again.
Well, she still had the wolfhound so she couldn't really complain, but she had made up her mind that she was going to fuck with two dogs at the same time, the very next chance that she got. She sighed and returned to the wolfhound. The shaggy brute lay on his flank, his cock jutting up his belly. He was eyeing the woman intensely.
Marion knelt beside him.
She folded her fist around his prick and drew the sheath back so that the big cock-knob flared out naked.
Leaning down, she began to tongue that slab of cock meat, then slurped it into her mouth and sucked on the dog's cock.
She intended to just suck him off.
But as she savored that hot mouthful of prick, her pussy began to steam again. Marion sighed. Her cunt was just too greedy to allow her to suck cock long enough to drink cum. Marion fucked the wolfhound again, and wished with all her heart that she had a mouthful of dog cock, too...
Silk saw Brenda in the doorway and came trotting over, tongue lolling out, eager and hopeful.
He was still an innocent dog.
He was hoping that his mistress or her friend would use those magical human hands on his cock again-hoping for no more than a handjob and not knowing how varied were the sexual tastes of a human, how adaptable their inclinations.
Both girls were naked.
The smooth inner flesh of their thighs glistened with the overflow of their orgasms.
What had those naughty girls been doing?
"You really gonna do it?" Anne asked, her voice husky and breaking with excitement.
"Um-hum," said Brenda.
"He's already hard," Anne remarked, staring under the golden collie's haunches.
Silk looked from girl to girl.
He looked at their hands.
Brenda knelt, then curled onto her flank beside the excited dog. She looked at his prick. It looked delicious. The naughty girl felt no last-minute doubts or inhibitions.
After a moment, Anne knelt down, too.
"Hold his balls, Anne," Brenda whimpered.
Anne reached under the dog, palm upward, and cupped his bloated balls in her hand.
"Oooohh-he's full of cum again," she purred.
"I wanna swallow it," the blonde murmured, her face contorted by her dark passions-eyes narrowed to sultry slits, sensual lips parted, pink tongue sliding across her mouth.
She was thrilling herself with anticipation. She remembered how Tommy Simpson had shot cum in her face and how Silk had shot a massive wad out from her fist. Those had been exciting things but they paled in the face of what she was about to do. The sight of that slippery cock head made her mouth water and her tongue tingle. She wondered if she could have an oral orgasm, her tongue substituting for her clit and her saliva flowing like cunt juice.
She glanced at Anne's face.
Anne was as flushed with fuck-lust as the blonde.
Brenda pushed her pink tongue out.
She tapped the tip lightly against the tip of the collie's cock, just a tentative touch. She drew back, wild with the knowledge that her tongue had touched a dog's prick.
Silk yelped in astonishment.
Silk frequently enjoying licking his own prick but he had never had anyone else, dog or human, lick his prick for him.
Leaning in again, Brenda began to lave the head of the collie's cock with slippery tongue-strokes, lapping all around that fat purple wedge. Cock meat was delectable!
Silk was vibrating all over.
He felt an overwhelming instinctual urge to hump, but Anne was holding him firmly by the balls, preventing the movement. He began to see that he was in for a rare experience.
"Is it-is it fun?" asked Anne.
"Ummm-yummy," Brenda purred.
Her nimble tongue flashed and flared.
Then she kissed the tip of the collie's prick and slowly let her lips part around the cockknob. She sucked gently, her lips collaring him behind the cockhead, her mouth full of cock meat. She purred as she nursed on the hot morsel.
Anne was fascinated.
She was horny, too.
And hungry! Anne envied her friend that tasty mouthful.
"Can I have a suck, too?" she whispered.
Brenda hesitated, reluctant to stop mouthing that savory dog prick even for a moment. But she didn't want to seem selfish or greedy, and Anne was obviously drooling for a taste of cock.
Brenda pulled her lips away.
Silk whimpered, afraid that she was going to stop. He had discovered that a human mouth was every bit as wonderful a container for cocks as a bitch's cunt was. But it was all a mystery to the collie. Could he actually fuck her in the mouth? He thought so-if the other girl would let go of his balls. He figured that he could cum in her mouth, too, if she let him.
But would she want him to?
Silk knew that cum was always squirted up cunts, not into mouths. It would feel as good, or better, to him-but why on earth would a girl want to have a dog shoot his hot cum- load into her maw?
He was only a dumb animal and did not understand the deep, dark motivations of human depravity.
Anne moved up eagerly.
"Don't you dare milk him off," Brenda warned her. "I don't mind if you have a taste of cock, but I want his jism!"
"So do I," Anne sighed. "But he is your dog."
Anne began to tongue the head of the dog's vibrant prick, then took that big slab into her mouth, sucking ravenously. Brenda watched carefully, wanting to be sure that Silk did not cum too soon, spilling his spunk in any mouth but her own. The delicious flavor of his cock meat had made the blonde girl want his cum more than ever. She wanted the thrill of feeling a dog shoot cum in her mouth and the joy of drinking that hot, thick cock cream.
She felt an actual hunger for cum.
Anne drew back slowly, letting the dog's cock slip from her mouth reluctantly. Then she leaned in and mouthed his fucker again, wanting one last suck before she relinquished the treat.
She pulled away again.
"Oooooh, it's lovely," she whispered.
Silk's prick, temporarily unattended, gave a mighty lurch. His piss slit gaped open and a thick drop of pre-cum oozed out. Both horny teenagers gazed at the slimy delicacy.
Brenda pushed her tongue out and gathered the pre-cum up.
She let Anne see the creamy nugget on her tongue.
She let the dog's pre-cum run around and over her taste buds for a moment, then swallowed it, her throat pulsing.
"Ahhhh," she sighed.
"Lucky girl," Anne murmured.
"Kiss me," Brenda said, sighing again.
The girls kissed, swapping tongues. Anne could taste the residue of that thick cock juice on Brenda's tongue.
Silk watched them kiss each other. He was in a frenzy now, wanting one of those mouths back on his prick. He couldn't understand why two humans of the same sex would kiss each other.
Brenda lowered her face again.
Kissing the tip of his cockhead, she whispered it as if it were a microphone. "I want to milk him off now," she murmured, the words muffled on the dog's cock meat. "Why don't you help, Anne? Why don't you jerk him off-in my mouth!"
Anne loved the idea of being involved. If she couldn't have a mouthful of cum, at least she could assist in milking that sweet dog prick. She folded her fist around the root of his cock and cupped his balls in her other hand. She frigged slowly through a couple inches. As her fist drew back, the dog's cockhead expanded.
Brenda's lips parted around his prick.
She began to suck voraciously on the brute's cockhead. Her tongue glided around against the underside as her lips pulled and dragged.
Anne's slowly pumping fist moved up, bumping gently against the horny blonde's pursed lips, then dragged back to the root of Silk's cock. She could feel his balls swelling up like balloons and his prick was throbbing massively in her fist. It was evident that the dog was going to blow his creamy wad very soon. Lucky Brenda!
The dog's cockhead was dripping steadily now.
Pre-cum was oozing from his cockhead and soaking into Brenda's cheeks. It coated her tongue. Ribbons of the slippery stuff poured down her throat, whetting her appetite. Precum made a wonderful appetizer, she thought, as she swallowed it and yearned for more-yearned for the beast's full cum-load.
Silk was humping now.
He was fucking his fat prick through Anne's hand and into his mistress's mouth. The cockknob was lodging in her throat, causing her to gag.
"Unghhh!" she gasped, as the dog cock fucked into her gullet.
Then she purred as the dog drew back and she sucked voraciously on the purple slab of his cockhead. His silken haunches flashed. Anne frigged. Brenda sucked and tongued, moaning for his load of jizz.
Brenda's lips turned almost inside out as the dog pulled his cock out of her mouth. Spunk ran from the corner of her mouth and trickled down her chin.
Anne gave a little cry of desire. She leaned in and lapped that errant dog cum up from the blonde's chin, then began to tongue Brenda's lips. She got a lick of cockhead, too. Anne was going wild. She tilted her face down and began licking the collie's bloated balls.
She felt his balls throb against her tongue.
Her fist frigged down to the hilt and she felt his thick cock swell as the cum rushed up it.
"He's gonna cum!" she squealed.
Brenda gurgled in anticipation.
Silk howled like a banshee.
Then the jism spurted from the head of his cock, hosing Brenda's throat with a slippery stream.
The girl gulped cum down furiously, to make room for more-and the dog poured more cum into her. His prick was spinning out thick coils and ropes of hot spunk. Cum skidded over the roof of her mouth, cum jetted into her cheeks, cum hit her throat so hard that her head was almost slammed back and she had to clamp her lips tightly to keep from being blown right off his prick, as if shot from a cannon.
Her tongue floated in the dog's cock cream. Brenda was swallowing as fast as she could but there was too much of that massive cumload for her to swallow it all. Cum bubbled from her pursed lips. She kept sucking, in ecstasy, in utter bliss. Having a dog come in her mouth was even better than she had dreamed that it would be-more thrilling and more tasty.
Her head bobbed up and down.
Silk continued to fuck into her mouth, through Anne's frigging hand, his haunches quivering as he emptied his balls. Her mouth was like a suction cup, milking him to the bone. He was draining his cock and balls more thoroughly than he had ever emptied them into a bitch, the jism pouring out in deluge after deluge.
At long last, Silk stopped humping and stood panting.
Brenda continued to nurse on his cockhead, to make sure that she had milked out every succulent drop of jizz and worked off every one of the golden collie's spasms.
She drew her creamy lips away.
She kissed the tip of his cock-that slab that had given her such pleasure-and used her tongue to lap up the stray drops of cum that had eluded her lips.
Silk's cock began to soften.
Both girls were hornier than ever-and they knew what- to do about it.
Chapter Nine
In the shadow of a stallion's stiff prick, Valerie Johnson was preparing to fuck Colonel Culpepper into a state of oblivion. They were stretched out face to face, mouths locked together, as her deft fingers moved on the fastenings of his clothing.
She drew his cock from his pants.
She reached in and hauled his bloated balls out.
Although the Colonel's cock was nothing, compared to the stallion's, it was plenty for a mere human and Valerie smiled, her lips against his, as she fondled his hard, hot cock meat. His balls were huge. Valerie realized that she had set a hard task for herself-but it was a task that she was going to relish.
Holding him by the prick, she worked her thumb around against the sensitive underside of his cockhead.
Jason groaned.
He didn't know why Valerie was so horny. He guessed that getting raped by a pack of hounds must have had something to do with it. But he didn't give a damn about motivations.
He only wanted to bury his cock in her hot pussy.
He was massaging her fat tits with one hand. The other lay between them, cupped over her cunt mound and fingering her fuck slot. She squirmed deliciously in his embrace.
Then she pushed his head down to her tits.
Valerie enjoying having her tits sucked, but that was not why she had urged him down at the moment.
She wanted his head down so that, looking over his shoulder, she could gaze upon the stallion's cock.
It was a fascinating sight.
Her pussy bubbled on Jason's hand, cunt juice forming a slippery pool in his palm.
She must really have the hots for me, he thought, mouthing her tits and rubbing her pussy-and never for a moment realizing that it was his horse she was creaming over.
"Ummm," he purred, his lips pulling on a stiff nipple.
He ran his tongue up her cleavage and circled around the fat tit mounds. His prick pounded like a jackhammer in her stroking hand and her cunt was steaming like a caldron as he caressed her pussy slit.
Then she rolled away, onto her back.
Arching deeply, she drew Jason onto her. Her thighs were parted, knees raised. She seemed to have fashioned a cup of her pelvis and hooks of her thighs. Jason trembled above her, not fucking her right away but gazing down at the gorgeous blonde in anticipation. His prick was rubbing against the insides of her thighs.
She arched deeper still, hiking her teardrop shaped ass right up from the grass.
"Fuck me, Colonel," she whimpered.
Jason pushed his loins out, sliding his stiff prick into her crotch.
Valerie reached down and took his cock in her hand, guiding the cock tip into her cunt slot and moving it up and down at the steaming entrance and over her clit. Then she fitted the cock-knob into her pussy gash and took her hand away.
Jason began to fuck his prick into her pussy.
He fucked in slowly, inch by inch, as she squirmed with pleasure beneath him. His weight was on his knees and elbows. He was moving slowly, deliberately, wanting to make this fuck last for as long as he could before he came.
Jason did not realize that Valerie had ulterior motives in fucking him and that they were going to be fucking for a long, long time, no matter how soon or how often he shot his wad.
The oversexed blonde intended to fuck him to a frazzle.
Her pussy rippled on his slowly penetrating cock meat. She had a pliable, talented pussy. The soft, slippery interior cunt walls had molded themselves around the contours of his cock, delineating every inch of that thick outline in a hot vise. Her cunt muscles began to drag and pull, sucking his cock like a hungry mouth.
Jason fucked in the final inch, burying his cock balls- deep up her steaming pussy.
He held the full penetration for a moment. Valerie's cunt rippled on that hot fucker and she swayed her pelvis from side to side, screwing her fuck hole around on his cock.
She said: "Damn it-fuck!"
The colonel slowly drew back until only the head of his prick remained in her cunt, pausing for a moment. His cock shaft stood out like a tubular bridge between her cunt and his balls. Cunt juices were evaporating from the hot cock meat. She gave an impatient jerk, fucking her cunt down half the length of his cock.
Jason saw that the woman was in no mood for a prolonged and tender fucking. It was fine with him. He moved his hands under her firm ass, lifting slightly.
He began to fuck the cock to her with gusto.
She met him with equal vigor, pushing her groin down to meet him as he fucked in and working her cunt muscles as he withdrew. Her smooth thighs clamped over his hips and she locked her ankles behind his grinding ass, heels rubbing over his asshole and sliding down to brush against his swinging balls. His belly slapped on hers. She was hot and slippery in his hands and her cunt was hotter and more slippery on his fucking cock. Her ass squirmed in his hands. He corkscrewed in, then fed her a long, underslung stroke, changing the angles of approach. Hiking his hips higher, he poured the prick in from above, so that the whole length of his cock was running over her clit.
Valerie shuddered violently.
She slid an arm around his head and pulled his face down to her own, their mouths locking in a passionate kiss for a moment. Then she urged him to suck her tits, thrusting those plump tit globes up to meet him. He mouthed her nipples.
She glanced sideways.
The low afternoon sun was casting the elongated shadow of the horse's cock right across Valerie's face.
She licked at the air, as if there were substance to that shadow-hot, delicious substance.
The stallion whinnied softly as he saw her flashing tongue. There had been a dog's prick in that mouth, he knew. Was it possible? The head of his massive cock began to drip.
Valerie whimpered at the sight and, inspired, she began to thrash about in wild contortions and gyrations. She wished that the stallion would come over and stand over them so that some of that horse jism would drip into her face. The juicy sight made her more determined than ever to finish fucking with the colonel so that she could get at the colonel's horse and her ass flew about in a mad dance of desire. Her cunt sucked greedily on his cock meat as he fucked in and out.
"Cum," she groaned. "Shoot that hot, thick jism up my cunt! Feed me your cum!"
Wanting to make the fucking last, Jason found that he was out of control. He was fucking faster and harder, against his will, at first-and then with the utmost willingness, as the thrill began to build up in his cock and balls and his cum-load prepared to spurt.
"I'm creaming!" she wailed.
Jason felt her pussy melt.
Then he was gasping and his whole body was racked by a tremendous tremor and he was unloading his hot juices into the blonde's pussy in gut wrenching spasms.
Her fuck juices flowed with his.
Grinding together, they worked their simultaneous orgasms off to the last drops and final shudders.
They clung together for a while, embracing, his mouth on her tits and her legs folded around his haunches. She could feel his prick start to soften slightly inside her pussy. Then his cock slowly slid out. Jason moved off her and rolled over on his back.
Valerie sat up and looked at his prick.
His cock had gone semi-soft but it had not collapsed. His fucker stood swaying above his belly like an upside-down pendulum-as if unable to decide if it should droop or harden again. His balls still looked big, too. One climax was not going to do the job, she decided.
She leaned over him and sucked his prick into her mouth.
His eyes had been closed. Now they snapped open and he gave a little moan as he felt her mouth on his prick. She looked up to his face and an impish smile turned the corners of her lips up around that fat wedge of his cockknob. She bobbed down, feeding almost all of his long, fat cock into her mouth and came up, sucking through every inch of cock.
His cock stiffened again, in her mouth.
When she drew her lips away, his cock meat was lathered with her saliva and she had sucked off the cunt juice and cum that had coated it before. Rock hard again, that meaty prick pulsated.
"May I sit on your prick, Colonel?" she asked. It would have been difficult to refuse.
He grinned at her and Valerie moved onto her knees, then threw one leg across his loins.
"I'll ride your prick this time," she said. "I'll ride you like a stallion!"
She settled down onto that carnal saddle, onto that jutting, iron-hard shaft of prick.
"And then," she added, "you can fuck me doggy fashion."
Her eyes glowed.
"That, I think, would be appropriate," she said.
Chapter Ten
Brenda and Anne began to kiss each other, both wild with the thrill of what they had done to the dog. Brenda hadn't swallowed all of the collie's jism. Some of it ran into Anne's mouth as they kissed, giving that randy little imp a taste of dog cum. They swapped tongues back and forth, lips grinding together, sucking, panting into each other's open mouth with the dog jism running back and forth.
Silk stepped away, watching them with interest and curiosity, intrigued by this strange caress between members of the same sex-not to mention of the same species. His well sucked prick was angled down now, cockhead hanging towards the floor. But there was still a certain tenseness about that big cock, a faint rippling that heralded a renewal of potency.
He cocked his head to one side. One ear tilted up. The collie was starting to understand things. A girl's mouth must be a sexual organ, the same as her cunt. Unlike a bitch, a girl obviously took pleasure in having a cock fuck in and out of her mouth and shoot jism into it.
So Silk had figured that part out of it. But what on earth were the girls doing now?
He saw his jism on their lips, running back and forth between their panting mouths. They were rubbing those mouths together passionately. If a human mouth was a sex organ, it seemed that these two girls must be fucking each other, making love, of sorts, to a member of the same sex. It was very strange. Bitches never did that. It seemed almost-well, almost depraved.
But it was interesting, too.
His cock began to rise again.
Brenda and Anne were feeling each other up as they kissed.
Brenda's hand moved down to rub Anne's pussy.
Anne followed suit.
They began to finger-fuck each other slowly, not trying to bring one another to a climax by hand but simply getting both cunts nice and hot and juicy for future tonguing.
"I love sucking cock," Brenda said.
"Is it better than sucking cunt?" Anne asked, sounding just a little bit jealous.
"No-just different. I mean, just because a girl enjoys a steak, it doesn't mean she can't like ice cream, too."
Fingers squished, fucking up hot cunts.
"I'm damned well gonna blow the next guy that takes me out," Brenda was saying, exciting herself by the prospect. "Tommy Simpson, maybe. It doesn't really matter who the guy is. It's his prick that I'm interested in-a mouthful of his prick!"
"Will you-will you blow your dog again?"
"I might. Yeah, I guess so," Brenda replied. A little shudder ran through Brenda's nubile body.
The conversation was turning the teenagers on as much as the caressing.
"Can I suck Silk off sometime, too?" asked Anne, her voice husky and quavering. "All the way, I mean?"
"Sure, honey. Hell, a girl can't get jealous of a dog!"
"Maybe-maybe we could double date sometime, huh? Sometime soon. And we can both suck off our guys! We can have a competition to see which of us can make our guy shoot first! And then maybe we can switch and blow each other's date!"
Anne was getting really carried away as those lovely ideas came to her.
They didn't cool Brenda down any, either.
"God-I need to cum," Anne gasped.
"I'll suck you off," Brenda said.
Anne was about to suggest that they sixty-nine, doing each other, but Brenda had already started down on her.
She understood that the blonde's mouth was as hot as her own cunt. She would let Brenda eat her pussy, then return the delicious favor.
Brenda licked her way down Anne's hot belly and paused to lap at her dark, curly cunt mound. She was drooling into that hairy crotch. Her saliva ran down into Anne's open cunt.
Anne leaned back, resting on her elbows, her slim body arched.
She gazed down, seeing the top of Brenda's golden head framed between her own upthrust tits at the sides-and her own dark cunt bush at the bottom.
It was a lovely sight. The contrast between light-blonde hair and jet-black pussy hair was charming. Anne figured it would always be better to have a blonde girl suck her dark-haired pussy-and for her own raven-haired head to be buried between a blonde girl's thighs, as well.
Not that she would turn down a brunette.
Anne had become a confirmed cunt-sucker with her first taste of pussy and knew that she would be doing a lot of it in the future-both with Brenda and with any other pretty girl who was willing.
Brenda felt the same.
But, being lovers of a sort, neither girl mentioned this prospect. It smacked of infidelity.
Brenda slid lower and her mouth was on Anne's pussy.
She began to fuck her tongue up the dark girl's juicy cunt and to suck on her throbbing clit. She was working with concentration and paying attention to details.
Anne was half sitting, half reclining, her head and shoulders up, and her ass on the floor.
Brenda was kneeling between her thighs, gobbling merrily away at her cunt. As Brenda mouthed with such concentration, her ass rose up so that it was at the highest point of her arched body.
Her thighs were parted.
Between those thighs, her wet cunt gaped open.
Brenda had, by accident, assumed the doggy-fucking position.
And the dog noticed this with great interest.
Silk couldn't understand why his mistress was rubbing her tongue around in the other girl's pussy, but he could damned well see that Brenda was poised to fuck like a French poodle bitch.
His prick lurched and snapped into a renewed hard-on, vigorous and stiff and hot.
The dog advanced.
Coming up behind Brenda's writhing ass, he thrust his muzzle into her creamy crotch and began to lick her pussy.
"Oh!" Brenda cried, startled.
She raised her face from Anne's crotch and looked back over her shoulder.
Then she grinned.
She had sucked the dog's cock. Why should he not give her some head, as well?
"His tongue is lovely," she purred.
"So is yours," Anne said, hinting, reminding Brenda that she had abandoned sucking her cunt.
Brenda went down on Anne again.
Silk continued to lap merrily away at Brenda's pussy. As his long, flattened tongue slurped upward, cunt juice sprayed out and coated the girl's ass.
Then Silk mounted Brenda.
Hopping up, he threw his forelegs around her hips and clung tightly to her haunches-a position he knew well.
"I think he wants to fuck you, Brenda," Anne said. Brenda giggled.
"Shall-shall I let him?" Brenda whispered.
"Ooooh! How naughty!"
But it wouldn't be any naughtier than sucking him off, would it? Brenda was thinking. I've already drunk his cum-and I've never had a load of cum up my cunt-and my cunt really needs a good fucking.
She could feel the heat of the dog's loins wafting over her crotch.
His whole body was trembling with desire as he clung to her haunches.
The thought of having all that vibrant dog prick fucking into her cunt was thrilling. She wondered if a girl lost her virginity when an animal fucked her. Or was she still cherry until a guy fucked her?
But she didn't really give a damn. Her cherry was not something she cherished.
Her ass churned under the dog.
She was lapping at Anne's pussy again, but her thoughts were at the other end of this linkage now.
Silk humped. But he wasn't angled right.
Fucking a human required a different angle of approach than fucking a bitch.
His hot cockhead rebounded from her ass, then bounced off the back of her thigh. The collie yelped in frustration as he failed to couple.
Brenda made up her mind.
She reached back between her legs and took the collie's cock in her hand, giving it a stroke and then guiding the cock-knob into her groin. She fitted the cock tip to her pussy slot.
Anne wailed with lust when she saw what Brenda was doing.
"Fuck him!" she cried. "Oh, yes-fuck that dog!"
Silk's cockhead slid into Brenda's cunt slot, throbbing and pounding. The dog rumbled with satisfaction as he felt hot, slippery pussy flesh envelop his smoking prick-knob. Now that the tip of his cock was in, Silk had no trouble figuring out the angles.
He lowered his haunches slightly.
Then he fucked the full length of his big stiff prick up into Brenda's virgin cunt.
"Oh!" she cried as she felt her pussy filled for the first time with stiff cock.
Then she realized how wonderful that sensation was. The dog's naked cockhead felt like a ball of smoldering iron in the depths of her pussy. His prick was throbbing, buried to the hilt, his balls jammed into her crotch.
Brenda worked her cunt muscles.
It was the first time that those interior cunt muscles had been called into service on a prick-but they worked to perfection. Her pussy began to drag and suck on the dog's cock.
"I-I love it!" she wailed.
The girl was fucking before the collie had gotten into his stride. His cock was still buried to the balls and he was clinging tightly, stiff and immobile, savoring the joy of having every inch of his prick fucked up a human cunt. Brenda's ass bucked and she began to pump, sliding her pussy up and down on his prick.
Then Silk began to fuck her.
He drew back until only his cockhead was in her cunt and his prick, coated with cunt juice now, stood out between them. Then he fucked the whole thing in again.
Brenda pushed her cunt back to meet his fuck-thrusts, rolling her hips. Silk got into his stride, fucking the dog cock to her with steady strokes, stepping the pace up with every fuck-lunge, until his haunches were flying as he fed the cock meat to her.
His balls swung in and out.
Streamers of pussy juice cascaded down her thighs.
Brenda was creaming on that hard, fucking cock.
At the other end, her tongue had faltered, missing a stroke here and there, the rhythm uncertain as she concentrated on her cock-stuffed cunt instead of her mouth.
But it didn't matter.
Anne was already at the crest. She rubbed her bushy cunt around in Brenda's face and melted, cunt juice pouring into the blonde's mouth in a steady stream.
Brenda swallowed the sweet pussy cream. She sucked more Out, and more cunt juice poured from her own stuffed cunt.
Silk was fucking his prick in savagely, tilting her ass up, shaking her pelvis, jarring her hipbones.
Brenda was in the grip of a multiple orgasm.
The waves crashed through her and no sooner did one pass than the next followed, higher and faster. Then those separate waves were coming so fast that they merged into one crest of sensation.
As Brenda peaked, the collie howled and his balls exploded. He hosed her pussy with his hot, thick jism.
Brenda felt that dog cum flood into her pussy and cried out with the joy of it and joined the dog in total ecstasy.
At last the fucking was over.
Silk, exhausted, was slumped over Brenda's ass, his prick still stuck up her cunt. Anne had dropped onto her back, panting, her cunt foaming between her parted thighs.
Brenda raised her face from that foaming cunt, a smile of contentment on her creamy lips.
"Getting fucked in the cunt is even better than getting fucked in the mouth," she said.
Anne did not disbelieve her.
Anne wanted to get fucked, too.
"Is Silk still stiff?" she asked.
Brenda gave her cunt muscles a pull.
"He sure is," she said.
"Can I fuck him, Brenda?" pleaded Anne.
"Oh, yes," Brenda said. Then she frowned slightly. "Gee, I hope Mom doesn't come home-"
But Brenda's mom was busy fucking.
Chapter Eleven
Colonel Jason Culpepper had never had reason to doubt his potency or his sexual stamina-until now.
The woman was insatiable!
She had stretched out on the ground first, while he fucked the prick to her missionary fashion, and then she had sucked his cock stiff again and sat on his fucker, riding him to a second tremendous climax. He had squirted his hot cum straight up into her cunt as she athletically rode his fuck pole. And then she had sucked his cock hard yet again and, turning onto her hands and knees, offered him her pussy doggy fashion.
It dawned on the colonel, at that point, that maybe Valerie hadn't really minded getting raped by the hounds-not that it mattered to him. He was starting to tire by this time, but he was a gallant fellow, an officer and a gentleman, and he dutifully knelt behind her upthrust ass and slipped the prick into her greedy cunt gash.
Holding her by the hipbones, he fucked in.
It took a lot longer this third time. He persevered. He hauled her back by her hips and fucked his cock into her cunt with deliberation.
She purred with the pleasure of it. Her head was down, turned to the side, her cheek resting on the ground and- although Jason was not aware of it-her eyes were fixed upon the stallion's cock. She purred with the pleasure of that sight, too.
...and the anticipation of fucking the horse.
At long last, Jason gave a grunt and shot his cum-load, his ass recoiling as the hot jet of jizz left him.
Valerie had not cum with him, this time.
She had deliberately held back.
Jason slowly withdrew his prick from her pussy. His cock came out stiff, then instantly dropped.
Valerie twisted around to face him. She saw that she had managed to collapse his cock now-but the damned man was still conscious.
"One more time?" she asked.
"I-I don't think-"
"I didn't come the last time," she said. "My regrets, lady, but I'm afraid-"
"Don't tell me you can't get it up again? My God! I thought you were potent, Colonel. Why, I can't imagine what the other members of the hunt will think when I tell them you failed me!"
Jason groaned.
He was proud of his prick and the prospect of that revelation was not pleasing to him. He gazed forlornly down at his dangling prick.
His cock was still long, but it was flaccid.
His balls were in a state of total deflation.
"I-I'll try, but-"
Valerie smiled and moved closer. She went belly down on the ground and then lifted her face up from below, so that she could take that dangling cockhead into her mouth. She sucked with great concentration and ran her slippery tongue all over his cock meat. She squeezed his balls and fingered his asshole.
Little by little, she got results.
A ripple, a tingle, the slightest twitch, as his exhausted cock struggled to rise once more. She figured that some further inspiration was necessary, something that would excite him by the novelty of it.
She pulled her lips from his prick.
His cock sagged, arching out from his loins.
Valerie moved behind him.
Where is she going? he wondered.
She placed her hands on the cheeks of his ass and spread them apart. Then she began to run her tongue up the crack of his ass. She tongue-fucked his tight brown asshole.
My God, thought the colonel. This woman's lust knows no bounds!
He was shocked-but intrigued, as well.
His cock rose until it stuck straight out from his belly, parallel to the ground. His prick wasn't rigid enough for fucking, but it was fairly stiff and hard. Valerie tongued his asshole for a bit longer, then moved back in front of him. She was careful to keep the colonel facing the hedgerow.
She didn't want him to notice that his stallion had a hard-on, just in case he were to see through her scheme and realize why she was being so demanding.
She mouthed his cock meat again.
His cock hardened jolt by jolt, lifting her head with it.
He had a hard-on once more.
This time they fucked standing up.
Valerie leaned against the hedgerow and Jason stood before her, panting from her previous efforts even before they coupled. She put her arms around his shoulders-and looked beyond him, too.
Jason dipped from the knees, lowering his loins, bringing his prick into position. Then he slowly raised up, belly thrust out.
He fucked the cock meat to her.
Valerie threw her legs up, locking them around his hips. She was off the ground now, half supported by the hedgerow behind her, clinging to Jason with arms and legs.
Jason held her by the ass.
His legs were weak. He was in no fit condition for this vigorous knee-trembler. Instead of fucking into her, he began to lift and lower her by the ass, as if masturbating with her cunt. He raised her up until only the tip of his cock remained in her pussy, then let her settle down to the hilt again.
Valerie squirmed and whimpered.
Her talented pussy walls pulled on his cock meat.
It took half an hour. Jason was staggering, aching in every muscle, fatigue pounding in his body. He was half inclined to surrender, faint and abandon his efforts.
But then the fucking began to feel good.
He summoned his last reserves.
The colonel was a strong man. His thighs were mighty from riding, his arms powerful from reining the big stallion. He called upon all of his vigor and began to fuck into her cunt as he lifted her and let her fall on his cock.
His jism came into her with one spurt, not nearly as abundant as his previous ejaculations.
But she seemed to like it.
At least she smiled.
Jason lifted her off his prick and placed her on the ground, then leaned against the hedgerow, trembling violently.
"I hope you aren't too tired," she said.
"What?" he gasped.
"Why, Colonel-you've only been sucked and fucked," said the blonde. "You have to fuck me up the ass now."
And Colonel Culpepper looked upon the insatiable woman in horror, and thought that there were serious drawbacks in being an officer and a gentleman.
* * *
Valerie was not the only insatiable member of her family.
Brenda just couldn't get enough fucking.
Now, as she watched the dog fuck her friend, she was envious. She didn't want to be selfish but it was her dog, after all, and letting him fuck another girl was an act of true generosity, when her own pussy yearned for more of that big dog prick. Her mouth was watering again, as well.
Silk was fucking the prick to Anne doggy style.
The dog's cock fucked up Anne's dark-haired pussy with a slurping sound. Anne was gurgling with delight, enjoying her first fuck as much as Brenda had.
Brenda just had to get involved.
She crawled up alongside them and turned onto her back, her head beside Anne's churning hip, her own hip beside Anne's face.
Anne got the idea. She raised up and Brenda squirmed in under her. Anne dropped her face into Brenda's crotch and began to tongue her pussy with gusto.
Brenda gazed up, watching the collie's cock fuck in and out just above her face. Then she lifted her head and her lips parted.
She began to tongue Anne's cunt and the dog's prick at the same time. As he withdrew, Brenda lapped at his slimy cockhead and as he fucked in, her tongue stabbed up Anne's pussy right alongside the dog's prick. Cunt juice poured into her mouth, pumped out by the big plunger that was stuffing Anne's pussy to the brim.
Three-way pleasure darted through the girls. Anne was getting fucked and sucked and, at the same time, was feeding on delicious cunt.
Brenda was being eaten out and sucking cock and pussy at the same time, the joy of sucking magnified by the variety- cock and cunt, together, were tastier than either, on its own.
And Silk was in rapture as he discovered the joy of having his prick licked while he fucked a cunt. They all came at the same time.
The dog spurted his hot cum into Anne's creaming pussy and the thick stuff flowed back out, mixed with cunt juice, into Brenda's greedy, sucking mouth. Grinding together, the two girls and a doggy, they milked each other to the bone.
Now, at last, they had had enough fucking, for the moment.
Anne was getting dressed to go. The dog had been sent out and Brenda was dressing, too, expecting her mother home soon.
"When shall we get together again?" Anne asked. "Gee-as soon as we can, huh? But Mom is usually home. We'll have to wait until she goes hunting again."
The girls hated the thought that they might have to wait for a long time.
As it turned out, they didn't . . .
Chapter Twelve
Colonel Jason Culpepper, Master of the Hunt, lay sprawled on the ground, fucked into a state of oblivion. He looked disjointed, battered and broken, as if he had been run over by a truck. Valerie's voracious cunt had drained him dry, milking out his consciousness along with his spunk.
Her plan had succeeded.
Valerie had creamed plenty, herself.
But her passions were psychological.
Even had she not been horny at all, she would still have lusted for the stallion's mighty prick.
Now she gazed down at the unconscious colonel, satisfying herself that he would not awaken for a long time. A wicked smile turned the corners of her sensual lips.
She rose to her feet, cunt juice and cum running down the insides of her well-muscled thighs, a trickle of spunk on her lower lip. Her tongue flicked across, licking the cum up.
She adored the taste of jism. She liked human cum and she had enjoyed the mouthful of dog cum, and she just knew she was going to cherish a hot load of horse cum.
The stallion's balls looked heavy. The sight caused Valerie to drool.
She moved toward the handsome animal.
The gelding looked on with bitter envy.
The stallion watched her approach, speculating on the situation. He had been ridden bareback, but he had never been ridden by a naked lady.
The prospect of having a hot, juicy cunt squishing around on his back was exciting. But it would be frustrating, too. His cock was giving him a hard time, throbbing and jerking in an agony of need. Was this blonde woman going to ride him? Or. . .
A hundred yards away, four contented hounds lay in the grass, enjoying fond memories and, it seemed, winking at each other in a most human fashion. Four hundred yards away, in the opposite direction, the wily fox was fucking the horny vixen. The vixen would have been furious, had she understood a naked woman had turned the lusty fox on.
In the leafy glade beside the hedgerow, Valerie, naked and glowing, knelt beside the stallion's stout flank.
The stallion whinnied.
His cock twitched and started to expand.
His massive balls began to fill up.
He could feel Valerie's hot breath waft over his throbbing cockhead.
Valerie gazed in total fascination at the enormous slab of cock meat vibrating before her hungry eyes.
She licked her lips.
Reaching out with both hands, palms upward, she took the horse's cock in hand, rubbing up and down the underside of the cock shaft and then folding her fists around it in a double grip. She could barely span that great breadth of cock meat. It pulsed in her grip and hardened more.
The horse twisted his neck around and looked down at Valerie. He gave a hopeful whinny.
Valerie squirmed under his belly. She began to lick his cock and balls. She ran her tongue up the prick shaft and fluttered it against the underside of his swollen cock-knob.
A trickle of pre-cum oozed from his piss slit and ran slowly down his cockhead, twinkling like quicksilver on the dark cock meat.
Valerie sighed happily and gathered up the glob of spunk on her tongue. She let the spunk run around on her taste buds for a moment, then swallowed it down greedily.
Valerie was not quite sure if she wanted to suck the horse off or let him fuck her, but that taste of delicious horse cum had sparked her appetite and made up her mind. She yearned to swallow the animal's hot cum-load, to drink her fill from an ejaculation far greater than any man could provide for her.
The horse's balls were as big as softballs and chock full of that tasty jism for which she lusted.
She moved around and positioned herself so that she was facing the head of the horse's prick.
Holding his cock just behind the cockhead, in both hands, she leaned in and began to lick the meaty wedge, running her hot tongue all around the cockhead and pushing it right up inside his gaping, bubbling piss slit.
Adonis made a tentative fucking motion, thrusting his cockhead into Valerie's willing face.
She kissed the cock tip and then opened her mouth as wide as it would go.
The horse humped again, shoving his cockhead into Valerie's eager mouth.
She gasped as that massive hunk of prick meat filled her mouth completely, pushing her cheeks out on both sides. Her lips were stretched and almost turned inside out around the beast's prick.
She began to suck voraciously on the giant horse cock. Her tongue fluttered against the underside, where the dark vein spread out beneath the pulsating cockhead.
Valerie realized that she couldn't give the horse a proper blow-job, bobbing her head up and down on his fucker, because his colossal cockhead was all that she could manage to fit into her mouth. Instead, she began to frig him with both hands, intending to jerk him off into her mouth. Her hands pushed back down his long cockrock, causing his cockhead to flare in her mouth, then drew back up until they bumped against her lips. Not being able to bob her head up and down, she began to tilt it from side to side. Her saliva poured down Adonis' cocklance and slimy pre-cum poured over her tongue and filled her cheeks.
The steed held himself stiff, realizing that he could not fuck into a human mouth the way he would a mare's cunt. The sensation was the most exciting that the horse had ever known. The woman's sucking mouth and stroking hands were filling him with ecstasy.
Valerie pumped faster and faster.
Little jets of cum were hitting the back of her throat now.
She began to whimper and moan with fuck-lust. She tongued his prick frantically and sucked ravenously and her hands sped up and down on his cock shaft.
Then the horse shot his creamy cum-load. The thick, hot lava of his loins burst into her mouth with such explosive force that Valerie's head was almost blown right off his cockhead.
She clamped her lips tightly around his prick, clinging to the cock meat as he shot a second, then a third load of cum into her throat. She swallowed the delicious horse jism as fast as she could but there was too much cum for her to drink it all. Horse cum overflowed her lips and poured down his cock. Her hands continued to race up and down, sliding easily through the lubricating spunk. With mouth and hands, she milked him dry.
She swallowed all that she could. Then she pulled her lips from his drained cockhead and flicked her tongue up and down his prick, gathering up the errant cum that had escaped her greedy maw and flowed in a thick stream down his cockrod.
Valerie sat back on her heels, her face a picture of joy, spunk shining on her lips.
She had sucked a horse's prick. . . sucked him off!
And blowing the animal had made her so hot that now she needed a cunt full of that massive horse cock.
She lay back, arching her back into a bridge beneath the horse.
The beast's prick had diminished slightly, after his cumming, but his fucker was still of gargantuan proportions. Valerie held his cock shaft on either side between her knees. She pulled his cock-knob into her juicy crotch and began to wriggle her pussy against his prick.
At first, as much as she squirmed, his cockhead wouldn't fit into her pussy. But Valerie was determined. Taking the giant cock in her hands, she began to work the cockhead into her cunt slot. Slowly the cock tip inched in, spreading the lips of her pliable cunt to the limit.
The horse began to fuck, thrusting his cock into her. His huge prick-knob slipped in, forging a passage and stretching her pussy wide as he slowly fucked in.
Valerie went wild when the horse cock fucked into her pussy. She rolled her hips from side to side, screwing her cunt onto his prick like a cork onto a corkscrew.
As her pussy whipped around on his prick, his cock-knob slipped farther into her loins until, with half of his huge cock buried up the woman's pussy, the horse bottomed out.
Valerie-this being the first time she had been fucked by a horse-had never been so full of cock. He had delved into virgin territory. She writhed in ecstasy on the massive prick and wished that her cunt were deeper so that she could have the whole of that wonderful big horse cock up her pussy. She figured that at least a foot and a half of prick must be inside her cunt already. The rest of the cock shaft was sticking out between them like a bolt. Adonis began to fuck.
At first, his cock was buried too snugly and when he drew back he hauled Valerie along with him, so that he wasn't actually fucking in and out of her pussy. But then Valerie's pliable pussy made further adjustment to accommodate his great cock and spread a bit more.
The horse pulled out until only his cockhead remained jammed in her cunt. He paused then fucked back into her again, this time fucking smoothly up her velvety cunt channel.
Valerie jammed her cunt up to meet his fuck-thrust, taking a good half of his prick into her pussy again. As he pulled back, she rotated her ass and swiveled her hips, winding her pussy up his long prick.
He began fucking steadily.
"Giddyup!" Valerie cried, and the horse obediently began to fuck her faster.
His surging flanks sped in and out, fucking his cock into her at a gallop. Valerie pumped in and out with the horse, shoving her cunt up to meet him as he fucked in. Her cunt muscles were sucking on that fat horse cock, pulling and dragging.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she gasped each time he fucked into her, stuffing her cunt to the very brim.
Her pussy began to melt around that massive horse cock.
As she came, her flowing pussy juices filled her cunt and the horse was fucking in and out of her at a furious pace.
Valerie's legs were clamped around his cock shaft so that he was fucking through her thighs. She squeezed his balls with her feet and held his cockrod tightly between her knees.
His balls swung in and out and Valerie rode him like a true horsewoman.
She came a second time.
And this time the horse came, too.
He came with such force that he almost blew her right off the end of his prick. But Valerie, experienced rider that she was, stayed right in the saddle, wailing with joy as the horse's thick, hot cum-load hosed her guts in a stream of foaming spunk, filling her cunt with the most abundant flood of cum it had ever contained.
Adonis fucked in with spurt after spurt of hot cum, and Valerie simply adored it. Each time he shot jism into her, her pussy creamed again, her climax so intense that he felt as if her whole being were turning into cunt juice and pouring into her pussy.
After the horse's cock and balls were emptied, Valerie continued to sway back and forth under him, riding out the last spasms of her orgasm, squeezing out the terminal drops of her ecstasy. Then she pulled her pussy off his cock and began to lap the mingled juices from his cockhead and cock shaft, leaving the horse cock squeaky clean.
The stallion seemed content.
Valerie, too, was content.
But, being Valerie, she was already looking forward to the next chance she got to fuck and suck with the stallion.
How could she best arrange it?
Jason always rode Adonis when they were hunting.
She didn't think he would let her borrow the stallion. How else could she get at that big horse cock? Wild ideas flashed through her mind. Could she apply for a job as stable girl? No, she was hardly the type for that-the colonel would surely become suspicious. Maybe she could buy a brood mare and hire the stallion's services. But no-the mare visited the stallion, so that was no good.
There was only one thing to do.
Valerie would have to become Jason's lover or mistress. That would give her the perfect excuse to visit his stables whenever she liked. And if she found it necessary to fuck the colonel into oblivion, from time to time-well, that was no hardship.
Pleased by her plan, the horny horsewoman gave the stallion's huge cockhead a last slurp and moved away. She wouldn't have minded fucking the beast again, but she didn't want to take any chances on having her potential lover wake up and discover that his was not the only cock in her life. He might be the only man-but not the only cock.
Valerie returned to Jason's side and cuddled up in fond embrace and waited for the colonel to awaken so that she could tell him she loved him. Being a true gentleman, how could he refuse a woman he had already compromised?
Her plan worked, too.
And Valerie spent a lot of time at Jason's home-and stables-after that. So much time, in fact, that she began to worry about neglecting her own home and family.
But Brenda didn't mind.
She had her dog for company, and she was getting plenty of good fucking.
