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LB1216 The Wife Does Dogs by David Crane

CHAPTER 1

"You'll have to keep Rex here in the cabin, darling," Carson
Smith said to his wife. "If the white stag gets the scent of a
dog, I'll never get close enough to photograph him."

Catherine turned from the primitive iron stove, where she was
making coffee. It was early in the day and she was still wearing
only a frilly dressing gown. The slinky garment clung to her
body, caressing her smooth flesh. Through the semi-transparent
silken material, the dark circles of her tit tips could be seen
and, farther down, the triangular outline of her cunt mound was
tantalizingly hinted at. But Carson was paying no attention to
his seductive wife at the moment. The man was an enthusiastic
amateur wildlife photographer and he was anxious to start
stalking the elusive white stag that was rumored to roam the
forest near the cabin. This was the first day that they had been
there. Carson had rented the rustic cabin for two weeks, hoping
to get some pictures of the noble stag and combining a family
vacation with his quest, had brought his wife and their son,
Tommy, along with their family pet, Rex, the big black Alsatian,
to the forest with him. Now Carson was already dre  ssed, wearing
a flannel shirt and corduroy trousers and sturdy walking shoes,
his camera slung around his neck. Catherine gave him a look of
annoyance. They had arrived late and weary, the night before, and
had not had their usual bedtime fuck. Carson had already been up
by the time that Catherine awoke so she hadn't had a morning
fuck, either, and the oversexed blonde woman was feeling horny.
Tommy had already gone out to explore the woods and, with the
cabin to themselves, Catherine had been hoping for some prick.
She arched her back, thrusting her big tits out temptingly toward
Carson and giving her lush hips a suggestive twist. But Carson
was so eager to seek the stag that he failed to notice his wife.

"Must you go out so soon?" she asked.

"Early morning is the best time to look for him," Carson said,
still not realizing what Catherine was implying. "He'll probably
lie up during the heat of the day, but I might be lucky enough to
find him at the salt lick now."

What about my salty lick? thought Catherine, feeling that juicy
object simmering between her sleek thighs. But she sighed,
knowing how eager Carson was to look for the stag, resigning
herself to another fuckless morning of frustration. Carson moved
toward the door. Rex followed after him, giving a little yelp of
excitement, thinking that he was going to have a chance to chase
juicy bunnies in the woodlands. In the city, the dog liked to
chase cats and he knew that it would be even more fun to chase
wild rabbits. No one would hit him with sticks, the way angry cat
lovers did and, besides, cats had claws. But Carson said, "Stay,
boy," and went out, closing the door behind him. Rex whimpered,
looking puzzled.

"I know how you feel, Rex," Catherine sighed, seeing that the big
doggy was as frustrated, though for different reasons, as she was
at being left in the cabin and sympathizing with the dumb brute.
She moved to the window and looked out, watching her tall, lean
husband stride across the clearing and vanish into the trees.
Dammit, she thought. He could have at least thrown a quickie into
me. Her pussy was smoldering and she could feel a trickle of hot
cuntjuice run down the inside of her thigh, while her stiff
nipples stood out in twin peaks against her gown. The sexy woman
was wondering how long her husband would be gone and whether she
should wait for him to return, suffering her frustration, or give
herself a handjob. A fingerfucking was nowhere near as satisfying
as a prick, but it was a lot better than nothing, she knew. Then,
too, Tommy might be back at the cabin by the time that Carson
returned and, with the teenage boy there, what with the
paper-thick wooden walls, they   wouldn't be able to have a fuck,
anyhow. Catherine was a noisy fuck, panting and moaning and
whimpering loudly, and it was too embarrassing to let herself go
when the boy might hear. She figured that Tommy would know damned
well what those sounds meant. She knew that Tommy was no longer
innocent, having found the sticky evidence on his bedsheets
several times, although she supposed that he was still cherry and
had never fucked more than his fist. Thinking about her young son
jacking off was making Catherine hotter than ever. She remembered
the first time she had discovered congealed cum on his sheet. She
had been shocked, at first, to realize that her little boy could
shoot cum, but it had excited her, as well. Feeling very naughty
and depraved, the over-sexed woman had held the slimy sheet up to
her face and licked at her son's jism. The cherry fuckjuice had
been delicious and, naturally, Catherine had wondered what it
would taste like to suck a load straight out of his st  urdy
young prick. She would never do such a wicked thing, of!  
course- -or so she had assured herself--but the speculation had
made her so randy that she had frigged her pussy to jelly,
sitting on the boy's bed. Now she simply had to frig herself
again. She moved from the window and sat down on the couch. The
doggy was still standing by the closed door, one ear cocked up,
hoping to be let out. He whimpered with frustration. Catherine
glanced at the brute, feeling a little embarrassed at the thought
of fingerfucking herself with the dog in the room. But she
couldn't let him out, or he would chase after Carson. Anyhow, he
was only a dumb doggy. He probably wouldn't even notice what she
was doing, she reasoned. Although they owned one, Catherine
obviously didn't know a lot about dogs. Sliding down so that her
firm ass was resting on the very edge of the couch, Catherine
drew her gown open. She gazed down the plane of her belly at her
crotch. Her cunt mound was a bushy triangle of golden curls
spreading out on the flat surface of her loins. She spre  ad her
thighs and arched her neck, looking right at her cunt. Her pink
pussy lips were unfurled like the petals of a fleshy flower,
streaked with morning dew, and her open slot was flooded with
cunt cream. Her fuck button stood out, stiff and tingling, from
her juicy pussy. Catherine didn't begin frigging her cunt right
away. She was in the mood for a lingering handjob, enjoying the
preliminaries before the creamy climax. She began to fondle her
big, heavy tits, kneading the tit mounds and the taut tits. Waves
of pleasure shot through her body. Her nipples exploded in her
fingers and, as if by sympathetic vibration, her clit began to
pulse. She cupped her tits in both hands, lifting the globes and
deepening her smooth cleavage. Ducking her blonde head down, she
stuck her tongue out and began to lick at her nipples and to run
her tongue up through her cleavage. Saliva dribbled onto her tits
as she mouthed herself enthusiastically. Her face turned from
side to side as she swit  ched from tit to tit, licking and
sucking. Her nipples expan!  ded in h er lips, and her pussy
began to flow heavily. Cunt juice poured down her hairy crotch
and seeped into the crack of her ass. She gazed down at her
steaming cunt, whimpering. Catherine wished that she were nimble
enough to go down on herself! What a treat that would be! But she
had tried it, and failed. Her questing tongue had fallen just
short of the mark, frustratingly close. She had been able to lick
her pubic mound but unable to get her nimble tongue onto her
clit. The fragrance of her smoldering cunt had wafted up to her
flushed face, driving her wild with the double desire to suck
cunt and be sucked. Her failure had been so damned frustrating
that she hadn't attempted it again, although the thought of
giving herself head never ceased to thrill her. Now she slid one
fingertip up through her slimy cuntslot, then brought her hand up
to her lips and licked at her own pussy nectar. The creamy stuff
was delicious. She pushed her sticky finger into her mouth and
sucked on it as  if it were a prick.

"Ummm," she sighed, adoring the taste and the texture of that
succulent cunt nectar. She scooped up another fingerful out of
her pussy and lapped it from her hand. Catherine moaned and
squirmed, really turning on to her self-stimulation. She had
forgotten all about the doggy. But Rex had become very much aware
of his mistress. As the sweet aroma of steaming cunt drifted
across the room, the big black brute raised his blunt snout,
sniffed and whimpered. His ebony nostrils flared. The doggy
forgot all about his previous desire to chase juicy bunnies,
inspired by the scent of even juicier pussy. He turned his head,
eyeing Catherine with wide, amber eyes. A quiver ran through his
body. Rex growled softly. He had fucked a few bitches in his
time, and the beast knew damned well what that fragrant aroma
signified--a female in heat!

His massive prick began to harden and his big scumbags swelled
under his loins. It was a perfectly natural response to that
fragrant stimulation. After all, the Alsatian was only a dumb
animal--how could he know that bestiality was wrong?

Still unaware of the dog's interest, Catherine began to run her
hands up the insides of her wide spread thighs, teasing herself
by not yet touching her pussy. Her ass twisted on the edge of the
couch and her hips jerked in a fucking motion. She gazed down
past her tits, staring at her steaming crotch. Even her human
nostrils, so much more limited than the dog's, were aware of the
musky, smoldering aroma of her aroused cunt. She tapped her
fingertip against her clit and shuddered at the thrill of the
contact. She was panting like a steam engine by this time and her
cuntlips had spread out wide, so that her pussyslit had become an
oval slot and that slot was full of fuckjuice. Her clit stood out
from that creamy glen like a log in a swamp. Catherine began to
stroke her cuntlips, running her fingertips up the pink folds.
She flicked at her clit and moaned as spasms of lust rippled
through her loins. Ribbons of pussy slime trickled down the
insides of her thighs and seeped into t  he crack of her grinding
ass. Her cunt was so hot she thought the heat might blister her
hands as she cupped the steaming pussy. She tilted her wrist and
slowly slid her middle finger up her fuckhole, pushing in knuckle
deep and twisting it around inside her pussy tunnel. Her
cuntwalls tightened, pulling and sucking on her finger. She began
to fuck three fingers in and out of her cunthole, while she
rubbed her clit with her other hand. Catherine's pretty face had
become a mask of pure passion, blue eyes narrowed and sensual
lips parted and panting. She switched her face from side to side,
moaning, her blonde hair cascading across her cheeks. She arched
her back deeply, thrusting her tits upward, as her ass churned on
the edge of the couch. Her pink tongue slid across her parted
lips, the succulent flavor of her own pussy juice still tingling
deliciously on her tastebuds. Waves of rising sensation began to
whip and lash through the horny woman's hot loins and to run like
elec  tric currents up her sleek, trembling thighs. Her heels
drum!  med on t he floor, long legs extended. Then she raised
those legs into the air. She was nearing the crest. As her stiff
fingers, bunched together into a cock- like shape, slid up her
cunthole, that smoldering crater squished and slurped. Her
cuntlips sucked on her fingers as she probed deeply into her
fuckhole. A rushing wave caused her to gasp as she hung just
below the peak. But although Catherine loved to come, she was
enjoying this frigging so much that she wanted to make it last as
long as possible, to enjoy a lingering build up before the creamy
climax. She drew her hands out of her frothy crotch for a moment,
giving her cunt and clit a chance to subside from the crest.
Wisps of steam drifted up out of her temporarily abandoned groin.
Her open pussy slot was like the crater of a volcano in the
moments before an eruption, and her foaming hot cuntjuice poured
out like lava from that center. Her damp thighs opened and dosed,
drew up and then extended again. She gazed down past the 
thrusting slopes of her tits, fascinated by the sight of her
seething crotch. Both of her hands were creamy, and she brought
them to her lips, one at a time, licking and sucking the tasty
cuntjuice from them. As the hot cream tingled on her tastebuds,
the woman's tongue began to get as hot as her clit. Her mouth was
watering almost as heavily as her pussy was flowing. She dipped a
hand back into her crotch. It went in glistening with her saliva,
then came back out frothy with pussy cream. She lapped the stuff
from her fingers and palm while her other hand scooped more of
the tangy hot slime out from her open fuckslot. She was writhing
around in a frenzy now, her whole lush, ripe body sparking.
Catherine could delay her orgasm no longer. The rippling waves of
bliss were at the crest. She jammed both hands back into her
groin and began to frig her cunt furiously, fingerfucking the
slippery fuckhole and strumming her love nugget at the same time.
Her firm ass and pneumatic hips   jerked in a spasmodic fucking
movement, and she threw her h!  ead back , gasping and wailing.
The waves came higher and faster, each crest rushing upon the
other until the peaks had blended into one prolonged, sustained
height. The oversexed blonde cried out. As Catherine creamed, the
rich scent of her overflowing cuntjuice became hotter and even
more thrilling as it wafted across the cabin and filled the
Alsatian's nostrils.

Rex sniffed, and his whole muscular body quivered. His amber eyes
gleamed with desire. His lips curled back from his white fangs.
The dog thrust his big, blunt head out toward the woman on the
couch, his nostrils flaring. He took one tentative step toward
her. It was a new situation for the beast, and he was confused
and uncertain--but lust shot through his hairy loins demandingly.
He took another step. His haunches were lowered as if he were
slinking up on an unsuspecting cat, or pussy, as the case might
be. His bushy tail lashed behind him.

The brute's balls were swollen so huge now that his hindlegs were
bowed around the bloated bags and his enormous cock stood out
parallel with the floor. His prick was long and thick and
vibrant, and the slick red tip of his naked cockhead came sliding
out from the hairy sheath. The dog whined and yelped. But
Catherine was moaning and panting so loud that her blood was
rushing through her ears. She failed to hear the warning sounds
that rumbled from the dog's throat as he advanced. She was at the
very peak now, and clinging there, her coming sustained and
repeated spasms shaking her lush body. Cuntjuice gushed out in a
creamy tide. Her whole crotch was lathered with slime. The stuff
flowed down her thighs and onto her ass and dripped from the edge
of the couch. Her clit was detonating, setting off explosions
deep within her fuckhole. The woman was going off like a machine
gun, peak after peak ripping through her violently. Cuntjuice
sprayed out in creamy spurts. The final spas  m hit her and the
woman cried out in pure carnal ecstasy. She slumped back along
the couch, her eyes fluttering. Her hands continued to move in
her crotch as she made sure she had worked off every spasm and
milked off every drop. A dreamy smile turned up her lips. She
settled back comfortably, her legs spread apart and her cunt
awash with the fluids of her climax. Wisps of vapor drifted from
her creamy cunt. Catherine had almost fainted in the aftermath of
her dynamic coming. She sighed happily, eyes closed. She drew her
hands away from her satisfied pussy. And, with those hands
removed, and her legs spread apart, the woman's cunt was fully
exposed-- and available! How could Rex resist?

CHAPTER 2

The black Alsatian moved closer, standing stiff-legged around his
jutting prick. The naked red slab of his cockhead was flaring out
from the hairy stalk, fiery hot and throbbing. His pisshole gaped
open and a frothy drop of preliminary fuckjuice bubbled from the
cleft, running like quicksilver down his dark meat. The dog
pushed his head out, his nostrils flaring. His long, wet tongue
slid out and he lapped at the inside of his mistress's
cum-drenched thigh. As the tangy fuckjuice ran onto his
tastebuds, the dog whined. Catherine was only semi-conscious, her
mind hazy following her violent coming. She felt the dog's tongue
against her leg but had no idea what it was. She thought that
slippery stroke was caused by her own cuntjuice sliding down her
thigh. Rex lapped at her leg again, then shoved his snout up into
her soaking crotch. His nimble tongue slurped at her creamy pussy
slot, running up through her open cuntlips and flicking across
her clit. Catherine's eyelids fluttere  d. She frowned slightly,
not with displeasure but in bewilderment. Was she dreaming? What
was that lovely sensation in her crotch? It felt just as if a
hot, wet tongue was licking her pussy, she thought. But that
couldn't be, since she was alone in the cabin. It was confusing.
The woman was curious and knew that she should open her eyes and
investigate, yet she didn't want to cause that delightful
sensation to stop. She stirred and sighed, shifting her pelvis
slightly. Rex raised his head, eyeing the woman doubtfully. Then,
seeing that she was not objecting, the dog lowered his black
muzzle again and began to lap at her creamy pussy with gusto. His
tongue delved into her soaking slot and slurped at her slot.
Cuntjuice sprayed up into her blonde pubic thatch as his tongue
flipped up across her love bud. Streaks of pussy juice ran over
the red meat of his long lapper, the taste and the fragrance
driving the doggy wild. He slurped doggedly. His tongue curled
up. Cuntjuice poole  d in the center and dripped from the edges.
He pushed his co!  ld black  nose right into Catherine's
cunthole. Catherine gave a little gasp. If this was a dream, it
was sure as hell a realistic one! And a delightful one, as well,
with all the pleasant promise of being a wet dream, too. Despite
her recent coming, Catherine's insatiable cunt began to heat up
again. She shuddered. What the fuck was going on down there in
her crotch? Still reluctant to break the magic spell, Catherine
ground her ass and hips slowly about. Her lithe legs rippled and
closed, and she frowned again when she discovered that those
sleek legs had clamped around something hard and hairy. She
opened them and closed them again. Now she was wide awake and,
knowing it wasn't a dream, heard a moist slurping sound combined
with the juicy squishing sounds that her cunt seemed to be
making. Little darts of sensation shot through her loins.
Catherine opened her eyes and stared down the incline of her body
and gave a gasp when she saw that the dog was standing between
her legs, lappin  g merrily away at her cunt. The woman was
shocked. She had never even dreamed of letting an animal tongue
her pussy, and she cried out in dismay. Rex raised his head, his
wet tongue lolling out. Catherine could see the cuntjuice
dripping from the red tongue, mixed with his doggy slobber.

"You naughty doggy!" she cried. Rex looked puzzled, tilting his
head to one side and flinching away. He could tell from the tone
of her voice that he had misbehaved, but he had no idea what he
had done wrong. His bestial senses told him that the woman's hot
cunt was welcoming his attention. Catherine sat up and clamped
her thighs firmly together. She reached down and pushed the
Alsatian's head away.

"Stop that, you bad dog!" she snapped. Rex yelped in confusion.
Catherine stared at him in amazement. But she was more amazed by
her own reactions than by the dog's actions. His tongue had felt
so good! Why, if she hadn't stopped him in time, she might well
have creamed on that doggy tongue! The very idea of such
depravity caused her to flush with shame. She looked down at her
crotch, seeing that her hairy pussy was frothy with doggy
slobber. Then she looked at his lolling tongue again, seeing the
silvery streaks of cuntjuice that trickled down the wet red
tongue. Rex whimpered, his nostrils flaring. Her gaze moved lower
and Catherine whimpered, like a dog herself, when she saw the
dumb brute's massive hard-on. The sight fascinated her. Catherine
adored prick and gazing at that doggy whopper cock thrilled her
to the core, filling her with unholy desire The Alsatian's
prickshaft was long and thick sprouting out of his swollen
scumbags like a bludgeon, and the head of his cock  was a
throbbing wedge of fiery-red meat. A glob of doggy jism glistened
on the tip, squeezing from his parted piss hole.

"Holy shit," Catherine whispered, huskily. Rex barked with
hopeful enthusiasm, his head bobbing up and down and his dark
flanks trembling. Catherine's pussy was heating up again, her
lust inspired by the caress of the beast's tongue and magnified
by the very fact that it had been a bestial caress that had
inspired her emotions. It was wicked to let a dog lap her pussy,
she knew. It was depraved and degenerate. And yet despite
that--or because of it--the idea was so thrilling that the horny
woman began to shudder. Should she let the dog lick her off?

Oh, no! I mustn't! she told herself. And yet the hot, wet
sensation caused by his nimble cuntlapper still lingered in her
steaming cunt and her conscience was struggling with her desire.
Maybe it wasn't so really wicked, she thought. Maybe it was just
kind of naughty. It was just his tongue, after all. She had often
let the friendly dog lap her hands and face. Was it so much
different if she let him lap between her legs? It wasn't as if
she would be getting fucked by a dog, she reasoned. Getting a
little hot tongue wasn't so terribly depraved, after all. As the
woman considered these things, amazing herself by the fact that
she was considering them seriously, her cunt rippled and the pink
pussy lips parted wide. A gush of creamy fuck juice flooded into
her open pussy slot, and her clit began to vibrate. Slowly,
Catherine smiled. Her inhibitions melted away in the intense heat
of her desire, and her mind reeled with lashings of lust. She let
her thighs move apart again, liftin  g one knee slightly and
exposing her groin. Rex eyed her uncertainly, sensing that her
mood had shifted but not sure what was being demanded of him. The
blonde woman reached down and spread her cuntlips open even wider
with her fingertips, revealing the dark inner folds, streaked
with ribbons of frothy fuckjuice.

"You want some pussy, you naughty doggy?" she whispered, her
voice quavering and husky. "Hummm? Does the hungry doggy want to
lap up some hot cuntjuice?"

Rex gave a yelp. He moved a step closer and hesitated, nervous
and uncertain because of her previous recriminations. But the
woman's voice was no longer harsh, and her delicious cunt was
even hotter and more fragrant than before!

"C'mon, boy--hot pussy! Lap it up!" she urged. Rex moved closer,
turning his head from side to side. His stiff prick was hammering
wildly under his belly. His cock was so long that the naked slab
of his cockmeat almost reached to his burly chest. Catherine slid
down so that her ass was perched on the very edge of the couch.
Her thighs were parted wide and she was holding her cuntlips
spread open for the animal. The dog's tongue lashed out, and
Catherine wailed as the moist red meat hit her clit. Rex looked
up at her face inquisitively. Then, realizing that he was being a
good doggy, now, he began to lap her cunt with relish.

"Yeah--yeah--yeah--" Catherine moaned, trembling violently,
thrilled to the core by the beast's big, wet tongue. His cold
nose slid against her smoldering clit and she gasped. His tongue
traced along the folds of her cuntlips, then slammed right up
inside her fuckhole, probing far deeper than any man's tongue had
ever gone. Catherine wailed with the pure joy of it. The
Alsatian's tongue felt as big and long as a prick. She was
getting fucked by his tongue. He fucked his tongue in and out,
and her cunt clung to the slippery lapper, pulling and dragging
and sucking. She grasped his big head between her open hands,
holding his muzzle against her pussy as she jerked against him.
His tongue slurped and her cunt flooded. Each time her open pussy
slot filled up with fuck cream, the hungry doggy lapped it up.
His slobber ran into her pussy hole. Then more cuntjuice poured
out, blending with the doggy saliva. Her whole crotch was
flooded.

"Lick my cunt, Rex--lap it up!" she wailed. "Ahhhhh--I'm gonna
cream your fucking tongue, you wonderful doggy!"

Whining and whimpering, Rex slapped his hot tongue into her pussy
slit and up her cunt tunnel. Her cuntjuice was driving him wild.
He gulped the sweet slime down by the mouthful. Catherine lifted
her trim ass higher. Rex's tongue long-stroked, rippling into the
crack of her ass and gliding on up through her soaking slot, then
flipping into her cunt bush. His muzzle was streaked with her
fuck cream and the stuff dripped from his jowls. His cock was
thundering and his balls were ballooning, but the obedient doggy
ignored his own needs as he savored his mistress's succulent
pussy. His head went up and down like a rocking horse as he ran
his tongue through her loins from asshole to pussy mound.
Catherine clamped her thighs around his shoulders, hooking her
knees over his powerful body. Her leg muscles tightened and
relaxed. Then she threw her legs wide open again, giving his busy
head free rein as the dog slurped happily away. Cuntjuice poured
down her crotch. Rex's head ducked d  own, and he lapped the
sweet stuff up out of the crack of her ass, then dipped into her
fuckhole again. She jammed her loins down, fucking herself silly
on his tongue. He was licking the inside walls and folds of her
fuck slot, lapping the cuntjuice out of her from within. She
could feel his tongue flare and expand inside her cunthole, then
slide back out and run full length over her flaming clit. The
waves of ecstasy began to rush through her. As she neared the
crest, the overflow from her pussy became hotter and thicker and
even more delicious and aromatic, driving the hungry doggy mad.
His tongue whipped into her slot, and Catherine jerked and
squirmed under that steaming caress. Her cunt began to melt.
Catherine cried out joyfully as her orgasm peaked.

"I'm creaming!" she wailed. "My fucking cunt is creaming your
tongue, Rex! Oh my God! I-I'm coming on a dog's tongue!" Spasms
hit her, shaking her bones, turning her whole body into a
quivering mass of orgasmic flesh. The cum cream poured out of her
in thick streams, and the cunt- hungry Alsatian slurped it up,
yelping and whining at the feast. Catherine moaned and sank back
along the couch, stunned. The dog continued to slap his tongue
into her pussy, gathering up the last delicious drops and filling
her fuckhole with his slobber.

"That's enough, boy," she panted. For now, she thought--because
Catherine knew damned well that now that she had discovered the
joy of a dog's hot tongue, this wouldn't be the last time she fed
Rex out of her creamy pussy. She was already looking forward to
getting lapped off again, as soon as she felt horny once more.
But Rex was hornier than ever now.

CHAPTER 3

Rex had turned halfway to the side now, his neck arched as he
gazed at Catherine. In that position, his prick was in profile.
The well- satisfied blonde was smiling with happy contentment
but, when she got a look at the Alsatian's meatrack, her smile
faded away into an expression of trembling awe. The dog's long,
fat prick was taut and humming like a tuning fork and hard. The
bloated slab of his naked red cockhead was pulsing in and out
like an inhaling lung, and frothy drops of preliminary jism
slathered the tip and dripped off. A trickle had run down onto
his hairy prick, matting the shaggy sheath. The cum glistened a
milky white on the jet black stalk. His scumbags were like
over-inflated balloons, bulging between his hindlegs. His was an
impressive hunk of cockmeat--and Catherine was certainly
impressed!

Rex whined and his haunches rippled in a humping motion as he
stabbed his prick out under him. There was a hopeful and
expectant look in his amber eyes. His tongue, still hanging out
from the side of his white-fanged jowl and dripping with
cuntjuice, was evidence of the fact that he had done his mistress
a great service--and that he deserved a reward for being such a
good doggy. Catherine's eyes were glued on the dog's cock and
balls, fascinated. It was her fault that the dog had such a
lovely big hard-on, she knew, and she felt that she was obliged
to relieve the faithful dog. She knew that it must be agony for a
doggy to have such a stiff prick and such swollen scumbags, with
no place to empty them. Not having hands, a doggy couldn't jerk
himself off, of course--but Catherine had hands, and those hands
were tingling for a touch of dog meat. She was rationalizing
again, as she had when she had decided to let the dog lap her
pussy, reasoning that she owed him a come and, also  , that it
would be a good idea to get his cock emptied and soft before her
husband or her son came home. She would never do anything really
naughty, like fucking or sucking with a dog, she told herself,
but just giving the poor dumb brute a handjob was only a little
naughty, more a fact of being kind to animals than being
depraved. And, she couldn't deny it, Catherine was getting turned
on by the sight of that massive cock and those bloated balls. She
knew it would be tremendously exciting to have that thick stalk
throbbing in her stroking fist and to see all the thick, white
jism spurt out from his pisshole when he shot his wad. She got up
from the couch and moved to the window. Rex whimpered with
frustration as she moved away from him. But Catherine was looking
out to make sure that neither Carson nor Tommy was approaching
the cabin. Seeing no sign of either of them, she smiled. She had
made up her mind to pump the dog's prick until he creamed and
fiery waves of depraved l  ust ran through her at the prospect.
Catherine moved back fr!  om the w indow and knelt down beside
the whimpering Alsatian. He stood sideways to her, stiff-legged,
his head turned toward her and his enormous cock thundering like
a jack- hammer under his brawny body. Catherine gazed at his
prick for a few moments, savoring the anticipation of caressing
his hard, hot cockmeat. She slipped her dressing gown from her
shoulders, feeling the frilly garment flutter to the floor. She
knew, from the huge expansion of Rex's scumbags, that he was
going to squirt an awful lot of fuckjuice when he came, and she
didn't want to get doggy spunk all over her dressing gown.
Besides, the wanton woman liked the idea of being naked while she
beat the brute's meat. Rex yelped and his haunches rippled.
Catherine reached under him with one hand, palm upward. She
cupped his swollen balls, lifting them slightly, as if judging
the weight of the load they contained. The dog went still as he
felt her hand on his scumbags. Catherine squeezed them gently,
feeling his hard bal  ls jiggle inside the hairy sacs. He was so
full of spunk that she thought she could hear the hot stuff
sloshing around inside his balls as she fondled them. Her hand
slid up and stroked against the underside of his hairy cockshaft,
rubbing her palm along the length of that rock hard, pulsating
prick. She touched the naked meat of his cock-knob and drew her
hand back, as if she had touched a hot poker. That slick red slab
was glowing almost like an incandescent lightbulb. Rex was
whimpering and whining, rumbling in his throat, yelping with joy.
She ran her open hand up and down his cock again, from head to
balls, feeling the thick vein throbbing. Rex humped, driving his
cock through her hand. Catherine fingered the sensitive spot
where his swollen crown loomed out from the shaggy sheath. That
huge wedge of hot meat pulsed, ballooning. More spunk oozed from
his cleft and circled sluggishly down the slope of his cockhead,
all frothy and white against the dark-red meat. A glob o  f slime
ran onto her hand, in the web between her thumb and !  forefing
er. The stuff was blistering hot. What a fucking thrill it would
be when that horny beast blew his balls, the woman thought,
trembling with expectation. She folded her hand around the root
of his cockshaft and skimmed up and down, lightly at first,
merely brushing against him, then tightening her grip and
starting to frig him energetically. His prick hammered in her
grip and Rex began to hump, fucking his prick through her
stroking fist. As her hand pushed back toward his balls, the
doggy slid his prick out with a jerking movement. His hairy
sheath was drawn back, skinning his crown and causing that meaty
hunk of cockhead to flare and throb. More creamy cum seeped from
his pisshole, and Catherine ran her fingers over his slippery
cock-knob, rubbing the dog's fuckjuice into his heated meat. She
cupped his balls with her free hand, caressing them, as she
pumped away steadily on his prick. His cock seemed to be getting
bigger with every stroke, and his balls were heavy in her ha  nd.
The cock-crazed blonde leaned closer, gazing in fascination at
the Alsatian's cockhead, loving the way his quicksilvery slime
foamed on the angry red slab. She curled onto her side, moving
partially under the humping brute. As he fucked his prick through
her hand, the bloated cock-knob loomed up in front of Catherine's
radiant face. Her eyes crossed as she turned her bifocal vision
upon that throbbing cockhead. Rex's bushy tail switched behind
his ass like a rudder as he humped jerkily through Catherine's
fist. His flanks heaved as the doggy panted heavily. Catherine
knew that it wouldn't be long before he shot his bolt--and she
knew too, that if she didn't get her head out from under him, he
was going to spurt that creamy load of fuckjuice right into her
fucking face!

The thought thrilled her. Her tongue slid across her sensual
lower lip and her mouth parted slightly. Catherine was abandoned
to unholy passion now, all of her inhibitions gone. She wanted
the doggy to shoot in her face and on her tits, longed to feel
his steaming hot slime hose her all over.

"Come, Rex--squirt your jism out," she rasped, jerking back hard
on his hairy cock and making his naked prick-knob flare out like
the head of a hooded cobra about to strike. His thick, non-lethal
venom, oozed steadily from his open pisshole, slathering his
cock-knob and causing Catherine to tremble in anticipation of his
load. She leaned even closer, her long blonde hair cascading and
her blue eyes glowing like smoldering cobalt. Despite the lovely
climax she had just had on the Alsatian's nimble tongue,
Catherine's cunt was beginning to steam all over again, inspired
by that throbbing handful of cockmeat she was steadily pumping
toward a creamy conclusion. Her mouth was watering, too. The
sight of the dog's pounding prick was causing Catherine to drool.
Her tongue felt as hot as her clit and her saliva flowed like
cuntjuice. Catherine had always loved to suck cocks and swallow
cum. Although she had never sucked a dog's cock, Rex's meat
looked so fucking delicious that the ho  rny woman was
slobbering. Should I take his prick into my mouth? She wondered,
a dark and depraved thrill rushing through her at the thought.
Jerking a doggy off was one thing, she knew. She was just being
kind to a dumb animal by giving him relief. But blowing a dog was
quite a different matter. She was hungry for his
succulent-looking cockmeat and tasty-looking fuckjuice, but she
hesitated, fearing that later, after she had cooled off, she
would suffer terrible self-recriminations for having done such a
wicked thing. Yet even as she hesitated, her lips parted wider
and her tongue slid sensually back and forth. A trickle of saliva
drooled down her chin. Oh, fuck--should I suck his cock? She
wondered. But then it was too late. Rex howled like a wolf and
his haunches heaved violently, driving his cock through her
pumping fist like a torpedo. She felt his balls explode in her
left hand and felt his cockshaft expand in her fist. She saw his
pisshole open wide, staring right dow  n his cock as if looking
into the barrel of a gun. The dog's!   fuckjui ce rushed up his
stalk and came spurting out of his cockhead in a creamy white
cloud.

"Oh!" Catherine gasped. The brute's first thick spurt splattered
directly onto the blonde woman's parted lips. She pumped him
again, pushing her tongue out, and his second slimy dose skimmed
over her tastebuds. Catherine wailed with joy as the musky flavor
of that steaming dog cum registered on her tongue. He shot a
third time, the foaming spunk hosing past her lips and hitting
the back of her throat. Catherine's mouth was wide open now and
her tongue was thrust out as far as it would reach as she frigged
away on the dog's prick, milking him off into her mouth and her
cheeks and it shot into her golden hair and dripped from her
chin. A squirt fell onto her thrusting tits, hot as melted lead.
Cum seeped into her cleavage and coated her stiff nipples with
milky residue. She held his cock levered down for a moment,
pumping more cum onto her tits, then angled his prick up toward
her face again and took a thick wad onto her tongue. Rex,
growling and howling, humped away vigorously   as he drained his
scumbags and emptied his cock. His last spurt shot into her face,
followed by a slimy trickle that slid down his cock-knob. The
doggy stopped humping and stood rigid, his flanks heaving.
Catherine continued to jerk his prick up and down to make sure
that she had milked out every sweet drop of his doggy fuckjuice.
A look of awe came over her cumsmeared face. She had jacked off a
lot of men in her lifetime, but no man had ever shot out such a
great amount of spunk. Catherine was amazed at how much jism the
Alsatian's big balls had held. She leaned back slightly, still
holding his prick in her hand. That fat cock rippled. His prick
was softening slightly and starting to droop. Rex seemed to be
smiling, his tongue lolling out and his black lips curled away
from his fangs. Catherine smiled, too. She had dog cum on her
tongue and lips! She had swallowed some of the steaming hot
delicious stuff! The woman had expected to be filled with self
disgust after she had  done such a naughty thing, but now she
felt no shame, no rem!  orse, no  regrets. Naughty, it might
be--but what a fucking thrill it had been!

She leaned back, licking her lips. She tilted her head back and
let a trickle of doggy cream run slowly down her gullet. The
stuff was hotter and thicker and more musky than human cum, she
thought--and it was yummy! She swallowed what was left in her
mouth. The flavor still tingled on her tongue. Catherine was
seething with lust, inspired by the naughty thing she had done,
the dark knowledge as exciting as the act itself had been. She
cupped her fat fits in both hands and lifted them, dropping her
face and sticking her tongue out. She lapped the doggy slime off
her tits and sucked it from her taut titty tips, letting the
spunk run around on her tastebuds for a moment, then swallowing
it down. It warmed her belly. Rex had taken a step back. His
prick was still semi-hard, the fat cock-knob bobbing up and down.
That red meat was slathered with cum. The spunk looked so
delicious that Catherine whimpered hungrily at the sight. She had
already swallowed dog cum, she reasoned. It wo  uldn't be any
naughtier to drink a little bit more--right off that slab of
savory- looking cockmeat!

It wasn't as if she was going to suck the doggy off, she told
herself. Cum drinking had already been done and drinking a little
more wouldn't compound her sins, right? Catherine was very good
at that rationalization stuff. She squirmed closer to Rex and
pushed her tongue out. She took a tentative lick at the tip of
his soaking cock-knob. His cockmeat was as delicious as his cum!
She began to lave his cockhead all over, slurping the jism from
that slab. Her throat pulsed delicately as she swallowed. Driven
half crazy by her lust, Catherine kissed the tip of the
Alsatian's big prick, then let her lips part and slowly fed his
cockhead into her mouth. She nursed and sucked adoringly on that
rubbery mouthful, sucking the slime from his meat and swallowing
the stuff with pure relish. She drew back and gazed at his cock.
She had polished his prick- knob to a glistening luster. Her
frothy saliva had replaced the jism she had sucked from his
prick. The dog's cock twitched, jolting up.   Catherine decided
to enjoy one more taste. She slipped the collar of her lips over
his cock- knob and nursed on the succulent slab. As she did so,
that mighty hunk of cockmeat began to well up and get rock hard
inside her mouth. Rex was obviously a potent doggy. Making him
come had been such a thrill that Catherine was eager to do it
again. Since she had already swallowed dog cum and had dog cock
in her mouth, the randy woman saw no reason why she shouldn't
combine the two and suck him off. It wasn't really bad, like
fucking him, she told herself. Yes, Catherine was real good at
rationalizing.

"Wait a minute, boy," she whispered. She jumped up and moved to
the window again, to make sure that no one was in sight. It would
be embarrassing, to say the least, to have her husband or her son
walk in and catch her blowing the dog. She looked out and saw no
one. She smiled and licked her lips. She moved back toward the
dog. Rex cocked his head and waited, not sure what was going to
happen to him next but knowing it was going to be fun. Catherine
knelt down beside the big black brute again, her face a mask of
desire. Her cunt was like a flaming ember between her legs and
her mouth was drooling for another taste of dog prick. She sure
hoped that no one came home and interrupted her before she got
that delicious cock and balls milked off and that succulent jism
swallowed. She hoped that she had time for a long, leisurely
feast of meat, followed by the creamy dessert served out of his
scumbags. She was going to have time. Her husband was stealthily
stalking the elusive white s  tag, miles away in the forest and
her teenaged son was busily occupied in beating his meat down by
the stream.

CHAPTER 4

Tommy had gotten turned on by, of all things, a catfish. The boy
had been walking along beside the slow running stream behind the
cabin, bored and restless and wishing he was back in town so he
could call his girlfriend and, if he was lucky, get her to give
him a handjob. He and Vicky had been doing a lot of necking and
petting in the last few months and, although she wouldn't suck or
fuck, the girl was usually willing to jerk him off while he
played with her tits. She seemed to enjoy pumping the spunk out
of his potent balls and often creamed her panties, without
touching her cunt, when she saw the jism spurt out of his
cockhead. She always leaned right over his lap while she frigged
his meat, staring with great concentration at his cock and balls.
When he shot his fuckjuice, she didn't even mind if the steaming
hot slime splashed right in her face, either. But, unfortunately,
she wouldn't take his cock into her mouth. She wouldn't even give
it a lick. And after she'd emptie  d his balls and some of his
jism was on her lips, instead of licking it up she always
delicately mopped the stuff away with her handkerchief. It was
nice to get jacked off, of course, but it was frustrating, too,
to have his stiff cock so close to the girl's sweet mouth and not
have it tongued or sucked. Tommy had often put a hand behind her
head and pushed her face down onto his prick, but she always kept
her lips closed and turned her head so that instead of nudging
her mouth his cock slid along her cheek. Naturally, being
unsucked, the horny teenager thought a great deal about blowjobs
and that was why the catfish turned him on. The fish had been
drifting just below the surface of the stream and its big oval
mouth had been open and pulsing the way catfish mouths tend to
do. Watching that O- shaped slot pumping away, Tommy had found
that his cock was getting stiff and his balls were filling up
very nicely. He wondered what it would be like to get sucked off
by a fish. It w  asn't a very erotic fantasy but still that
pulsing mouth loo!  ked kind  of inviting. Tommy opened his fly
and reached in to haul his cock and balls out. He had a big prick
sprouting out above a set of hairy, swollen scumbags. His
cockhead was a dark purple slab, shaped like a mushroom, and dark
veins seamed the underside of his cockstalk, pulsing and
throbbing. Tommy gazed at his cock and tried to pretend that the
prickhead was clamped in his girlfriend's lips. His cock-knob
flared and his pisshole parted. A few drops of slime bubbled out,
frothy and milky on the purple meat. Tommy felt his balls,
squeezing gently, then folded his hand around the root of his
cock. He began to frig himself up and down, slowly, his fist
skimming over the thick shaft. When he pumped back toward his
balls, his cockhead flared out wide, throbbing. Jerking his own
prick didn't feel nearly as good as having Vicky jerk it for him,
certainly, but it was better than nothing. He tightened his grip,
pumping faster. He pumped down and gasped as he felt his scumbags
explode.  The thick sap shot up his stalk and came spurting out
of his cockhead in a creamy wad. The first burst arched out over
the stream, glinting like a silvery spaceship in the sunlight.
The slimy nuggets hit the water and the catfish greedily gobbled
the stuff up. Tommy hoped it was a female catfish. He shot a load
straight up in the air, the cum rising higher than his head and
hanging suspended for a moment, then falling back to splatter at
his feet as he stroked another dose out of his cock and balls,
frigging with vigor and gusto. He beat his meat furiously,
draining his balls to the dregs. Panting, legs trembling and
shaking, the boy slowed his strokes, then stopped. His big prick
curled out of his fist in a heavy loop, bowed but not gone limp.
Tommy regarded it, wondering whether he should whack off again.
But the immediate pressure was off now, his balls were depleted,
and he knew that it would take longer to come a second time. The
boy decided to return to the cabin where  , in the privacy of his
own room, he could stretch out on th!  e bed an d enjoy a long,
leisurely hand-job in comfort. He tucked his semi-hard prick back
into his pants and zippered up his fly over the prominent bulge.
He headed back towards the cabin, thinking of blowjobs as he
went. That was a coincidence, because a blowjob was in process at
that very moment, in the cabin.

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Catherine curled onto her flank, one knee raised up and her
thighs parted. Her pussy was flowing like a swampy river through
her crotch, her clit standing out and throbbing. She squirmed
under the Alsatian. Rex stood with his long prick, his flanks
quivering, sensing that he was in for a treat as his mistress
prepared to give her hungry mouth a tasty doggy yummy. She folded
her fist around the hairy root of his prick, pulling back so that
his angry red cockhead came flaring out from the sheath, hot and
slick and wet with her saliva. Catherine purred in happy
expectation. She pushed her tongue out and began to lap gently at
the naked dogmeat. The musky flavor tingled on her tastebuds,
whetting her appetite. The doggy stared down at her in canine
wonderment. Being a dog, he didn't understand what a blowjob was.
Even French poodles didn't give head. But, although blowjobs were
a mystery to him, the Alsatian whimpered with the joy of having
his cockhead licked. His scumbags began   to fill up with a
renewed charge of cum. Catherine slid down, letting his hairy
prickstalk brush along her cheek, and began to lick and kiss the
dog's balls. Then she tongued back up his cock, lapping at the
hairy sheath, loving the way the thick vein pulsed on her tongue.
She flutter- kissed the underside of his swollen red cockhead,
sliding her tongue around, savoring the taste of his prick and
getting hungrier by the second for his jism. Her saliva glistened
on his cock-knob and matted his hairy stalk. She tilted her head
and pushed her nimble tongue right up into the dog's open
pisshole. Rex yelped and humped, heaving his cock into her face.
Catherine kissed the tip and flashed her tongue all over the
swollen slab. A single droplet of slime oozed from the cleft. The
horny cum drinker moaned at the sight and gathered the nugget of
fuckjuice onto her tongue, savoring the taste and the texture
before swallowing. Her lips parted wider and she took the tip of
his prick into  her mouth. Rex humped, fucking his cock deeper
into her hot,!   wet maw . Catherine's lips clamped around him,
collaring his thick, hairy prick behind the knob and nursing
hungrily on that meaty mouthful. She held his cock by the root
but didn't frig up and down. She didn't want to jerk him off
while she sucked him, knowing he would come faster under the
double caress and wanting to make this, her first dog suck, last
as long as possible. Rex humped again, fucking into her mouth
just as if her mouth were a cunt. Her blonde head tilted back as
his doggy prick slid in, his cock filling her willing mouth. His
naked cockhead nudged into the entrance to her throat and his
hard, fat prickstalk wedged through her pursed lips. She knew she
was liable to wind up with hair stuck between her teeth, but that
was a small price to pay for this delicious feast. As Rex humped,
his balls swung in and out like the clappers of a fleshy bell.
The swollen bags slapped against Catherine's chin as the brute
fucked deep into her mouth.

"Unghhhhh," she gagged, as the smoking hot wedge of his cockhead
clogged her gullet. She held him there for a moment, then slowly
drew her lips back up his prick, sucking ravenously through every
precious inch. With only his cockhead in her mouth, at the top of
the stroke, she nursed, her lips unpeeling behind the slab and
her tongue sliding around against the underside.

"Ummmm," she purred, mouthing his cock with relish. Rex humped
again. Catherine tilted her head, taking his prick-knob into her
cheek this time. She twisted her lips around his cock winding her
mouth onto his prick like a nut onto a bolt. She ducked down,
swallowing him balls deep, adoring this mouthful of doggy meat.
She knew it was naughty to suck a dog's cock, but that knowledge
only made the act more thrilling. She gurgled and purred, moaned
and sighed, having gone suck-crazy on that succulent gash. Rex
fucked his cock into her mouth, heaving and panting, fucking her
in the head with urgent strokes. Her face was radiant with joy.
His cock pulled out, soaking with her slobber, then fucked back
in, tilting her head back and filling her mouth to the brim. She
pulled her hand away from his cockroot and let him plunge even
deeper, taking all of his long cock back into her throat. He
pulled back out, and she mouthed his cockhead ravenously. Her
lips pumped just like the catfish   that had inspired her son,
although Catherine knew nothing about that, nor did she know that
Tommy was very shortly going to be a hell of a lot more inspired
than any fish could make him. Drawing her lips up to the tip of
his slippery knob, Catherine whispered,

"Come, Rex--squirt your yummy fuckjuice into my mouth, you big,
horny doggy. Ooooooh--I want to drink your sweet slime."

She was speaking for her own benefit, inspiring her desire by her
wanton words. The dog needed no such stimulation. Her magic mouth
was doing the job on him. As the dog fucked in, Catherine bobbed
her head down to meet him and engulf him. As he pulled back out,
her lips were dragged almost inside out as she sucked with
enthusiasm. Her tongue flashed against his prickshaft and
cock-knob. She gurgled and gulped, licked, nibbled and sucked,
gorging herself on that sweet cockmeat. She was sucking so hard
that she seemed to be trying to inhale the dog's prick right down
into her lungs. Rex humped away frantically, stepping the pace up
as thrills built in his loins. His tail swirled behind him like a
propeller and his spine twisted into an S shape as he jerked his
cock deeply into the woman's voracious mouth. His pisshole was
weeping steadily now as the preliminary scum began to flow
freely. Hot slime seeped onto Catherine's flashing tongue and
slid into her cheeks and moistened he  r tonsils. She gulped a
few tasty drops down her gullet, and more oozed from his slick
cock-knob. The dog's cum was more delicious now, sucked right out
of his prick head, than when she'd jerked him off into her mouth.
The scum- drinking blonde was going wild with the delight of
swallowing. She gurgled on his fuckstick, slobbering and
whimpering. Her cheeks hollowed in as she sucked
enthusiastically, then expanded like a chipmunk with a pouch full
of nuts as she blew her hot breath down his stiff stalk. Rex
yelped and whined as he poured the prick to her head with bestial
energy. His hairy cockshaft hissed into her wet mouth like a
white-hot poker into a blacksmith's tub.

"Come," she rasped, begging for his joy-juice, as his massive
cock jerked out of her mouth. Then she gulped as the big prick
plunged into her throat again. Her head bobbed up and down as she
gorged herself on dogmeat. Her blue eyes were glazed by passion,
her face radiant with pleasure. Cum kept dribbling onto her
tongue, and Catherine kept milking merrily away, wanting more of
the succulent slime, yearning to swallow the full load out of the
Alsatian's huge balls. Those cum-laden bags were swinging in and
out, bumping under her chin as the dog fed the full length of his
prick into her head. His cock was swelling up more with every
stroke. The naked crown was massive now, filling her mouth,
expanded so wide that it was pushing into both of her cheeks at
the same time, as he fucked back to her gullet. Her lips were
wide open in an oval. When the dog pulled out, his flaring
cockhead lodged fast behind her teeth. Catherine didn't think
that she would be able to spit that mouthfu  l out now, even if
she wanted to--although that was the last thing she wanted. She
knew that she was going to have to empty the dog's cock and balls
before she would be able to disengage. Her lips dragged and
pulled and her tongue slid around on the Alsatian's smoking hot
cockhead and shaggy prickshaft as the horny blonde gave skillful
head to the dumb brute. Lashings of jism ran around in her mouth.
The dog's initial seepage, even before he unloaded his wad, was
as abundant as the average man's ejaculation. Rex fucked the
prick to her faster and harder, howling and yelping with the
rising thrills. Catherine slammed her head down to meet his
desperate lunges, letting him grind balls deep into her maw. She
felt his prick give a tremendous jolt. Suddenly her mouth was
full of doggy cum. The beast's first spurt came so hot and heavy
that she didn't feel it squirt out of his prickknob. It was just
suddenly there, a great swamp tide of jism filling her mouth.
Slime swirled in her   cheeks. Her tongue was floating in the
thick stuff. Catheri!  ne swall owed, gulping that precious
mouthful down, making room for more--and Rex fed her more. A
creamy river skimmed over her flashing tongue. A juicy jolt hit
her tonsils and another splashing against the arched roof of her
mouth. Catherine wailed and gurgled in exquisite delight, lost to
the ecstasy of drinking fuckjuice out of a horny dog's cock and
balls. She sucked and swallowed, swallowed and sucked. Rex pumped
the hot, thick stuff into her slime bucket of a mouth with savage
jerks and bestial jolts. Catherine was gulping as fast as she
could, but the brute's massive load was too much for her to
swallow it all. Cum overflowed her lips and ran down from both
corners of her mouth. His humping became erratic as his scumbags
drained. A last solid spurt burst straight down her gullet. Her
belly was full of his sweet slime and still she sucked for more.
She nursed on his cockhead, milking a few last trickles out. The
dog's prick was beginning to soften slightly, but was still a
love  ly mouthful and Catherine slurped happily away on the fat,
rubbery knob. Rex humped again, feeding semi- hard cock into her
head. Another hot trickle oozed from his pisshole. Catherine
gulped it down hungrily. Then the doggy stood still, his flanks
heaving as he panted. The woman continued to mouth his meat,
nursing out every last drop of nourishing goodness. His cock
rippled and tensed, fucking in and out, as if unable to decide
whether to soften and shrink or to get rock hard all over again.
Catherine kept licking and sucking up and down the hairy cock
from his prickknob to his balls. Those balls were collapsed and
drained now, but she lapped at them and felt them stir and start
to expand again. The cum-loving woman was wondering if the doggy
could come again and if she had time to suck him off again? She
drew her lips off his meat and gazed fondly at that mighty slab
and stalk that had provided her with such a feast She kissed the
tip, then sucked lovingly on the bloated  cock-knob some more.
His prick hardened and surged in her li!  ps. She guessed that
Rex could come again. But, by this time, Catherine was desperate
to come again, herself. Her cunt was open and wet and steaming.
She cupped her hand over her pussy, rubbing and squeezing. It
seemed a shame to waste a cum on her own hand, when she had the
dog's tongue available to satisfy her carnal needs. She wondered
if it would be physically possible to sixty-nine with the dog.
Her mouth and her cunt were both hot. She took his prick into her
lips again. Naturally with her cunt so hot, the horny woman
wondered what that massive hunk of dog cock would feel like
plunging up her fuckhole. Ooooh--do I dare let him fuck me? She
wondered. Well, I already sucked him off--I guess that getting
fucked ain't no more naughty than taking it in the mouth, huh?

She told herself there was no real harm in it, as long as no one
ever found out what she had done. That was a big advantage in
having a love affair with a dumb animal, she thought--Rex was not
about to kiss and tell!

Catherine smiled as she made up her mind to let the Alsatian
throw a doggy fuck up her cunt. His prick was still in her mouth
and her sensual lips curled up around the slimy cock-knob. She
sucked some more, gently nursing his prick back to a full,
iron-hard erection. She swallowed the last drops of jism
lingering on her tongue. Then she pulled her mouth away and
watched the dog's potent prick buck and hammer invitingly. Her
cunthole steamed and flowed in anticipation of being stuffed full
of that load of meat. Rex gazed at Catherine's smiling, cum-
drenched lips in doggy awe, perhaps marveling, in his dim canine
fashion, to have discovered that a human mouth was
interchangeable with a cunt. And vice versa, as he was soon to
learn. Catherine was all set for a nice, long, energetic fuck.
But time was running out on them now--young Tommy was bringing
his hard-on home!

CHAPTER 5

Catherine eyed Rex speculatively, wondering about the logistics
of fucking a dog. She figured that they could fuck doggy style
easily enough, but she was wondering if they could make it face
to face, as well? It would be fun to find out, she figured. And
she was going to have plenty of time and lots of occasions to
experiment, as well, because now that the horny blonde had made
up her mind to do some dog fucking, she knew damned well that
once would not be enough. She intended to fuck and suck with the
big Alsatian with regularity. If her husband chose to leave her
unfucked while he went running around looking for a fucking stag,
it would damned well serve him right if his wife cheated on him
with a dog! The naughtiness excited her. When Carson got back to
the cabin, she would give him a juicy French kiss--with the doggy
cum on her tongue! Maybe she would ask him to eat her out--with
her cunt full of dog slime!

But first she had to get that cuntful. Catherine decided that for
her first-ever dog fuck, it was only right that they do it doggy
style. She gave Rex's cockhead a last lick, then twisted away and
positioned herself on all fours, her trim, heart- shaped ass
towards the dog. She looked back over her shoulder, smiling
invitingly. Rex whined, finding his mistress in a position that
was very familiar to him, a position dear to his doggy heart. He
shuffled toward her ass, his prick swaying under him. Pushing his
head out, he ran his tongue up the flowing slot of her groin,
moistly lapping from her clit to asshole. Catherine purred and
ground her ass back against his muzzle as Rex lapped merrily
away. She placed her open hands on the cheeks of her ass,
spreading those firm ass globes apart, and the dog tongued her
asshole. Doggy slobber trickled into her shit cute and streamed
down into her crotch. His long, nimble tongue stabbed right up
inside her shit tunnel, then slurped back d  own to work juicily
on her lovebox. His licking felt so good that Catherine was
tempted to let him carry on, to cream on his tongue again. But
she wanted his prick even more. Her fuckhole felt hollow, needing
to be stuffed to the brim with hard, hot cockmeat. The woman
slapped herself on the ass.

"C'mon, boy," she urged him. "Jump up here, Rex. It's time to go
fuckies!"

Rex whined, whipping his tongue into her crotch. His hairy
haunches sank down and tensed as the powerful brute prepared to
spring. His whole big body quivered and trembled. The aromatic
scent of her pussy shot from his nose down to his loins and his
huge cock began to vibrate and thunder. The slick red knob flared
out, glistening with Catherine's saliva, red hot and rock hard.
The dog yelped and bounded up, mounting the woman's ass. His
forepaws clamped tightly around the handles of her hipbones and
he clung to her, his haunches churning and his bushy tail
lashing, mounted on her ass like a gargoyle on a flying buttress.
His weight pushed her ass down under him. Rex humped, but missed
the target in his impatience. His fat red cockhead rebounded from
the back of her thigh. He heaved in again, and his prick slid up
the crack of her ass. Catherine grinned, thinking that it might
be fun to let the Alsatian bugger her up the shit hole
sometime--but not right now. Her pussy was ste  aming for prick,
and her asshole would just have to wait its turn. She reached
back between her thighs and folded her fist around the hilt of
the dog's hard cock. Rex whimpered and held steady, realizing
that assistance was at hand. Catherine guided the tip of his cock
into her crotch. She tilted her wrist up and down, running his
cockhead up through her open cunt slot, using his prick like a
meaty ladle to stir her creamy bowl. His stalk throbbed in her
hand and his cockhead flared mightily in her pussy slot, sliding
between her open cuntlips. She brushed his prick-knob against her
clit and moaned at the sensation. Rex was panting over her back,
slobbering onto her ass, his whole body quivering in readiness.
Catherine slowly fit his naked cock-knob into her pussy slot,
then slid her hand down and cupped his scumbags. With the tip of
his prick embedded, Rex knew exactly what to do. He tensed, then
humped, fucking every inch of his long, thick cock up Catherine's
fuckhole.

"Oh!" she squealed, as she felt her cunt fill up with doggy cock
for the first time ever--and found that it was even more
thrilling than she had expected. The dog held the full
penetration for a moment, thrilling at the pleasure of having his
stiff prick buried in hot human cunt and letting Catherine enjoy
the sensation of having her fuckhole stuffed to the brim with dog
meat. His prick was massive and thundering inside her. She
whimpered and gasped. His swollen cockhead felt like a lump of
white hot iron, deep inside her belly, while his long stalk was
levering at her cunthole like a crowbar. She twisted her ass and
hips, winding her pussy hole around on his buried prick. She
jerked back, fucking herself on an inch or two of prick. Then Rex
howled and began to fuck her furiously. He pulled out until only
his cockhead was lodged in her slot, paused for a second, then
fucked in balls-deep again. His scumbags swung in and out, and
his hindlegs scrambled on the floorboards. Cath  erine met his
strokes in counterpoint, jamming her ass back as the Alsatian
thundered in and twisting from side to side as he withdrew. Her
cuntwalls rippled and clamped onto him, molding her fuckhole
around the huge contours of his massive prick. Her pussy muscles
began to work, sucking on his cock as if the woman had a secret
mouth deep inside her loins. She jerked and jolted under the
brute as he fucked into her. Cuntjuice sprayed from her pussy
slot as his fat, hairy-cock stuffed her to the gunwales. His
balls slapped in, splattering pussy cream from her crotch. His
huge prick was filling her, dragging her cunt almost inside out
as he pulled back, then stuffing her cuntlips up inside her fuck
tunnel as he fucked his prick to the root again. Catherine felt
as if she was being speared on his long cock. She had never been
fucked so deep before. She half expected to feel his cockhead
come sliding into her mouth from within, passing all the way
through her body, spiking her l  ike a pig roasting on a spit.
Her ass pumped back as she gor!  ged her cunthole on that
thundering dog cock, wanting all and taking all. She gurgled and
gasped, abandoned to her lust and desire. Rex fucked in, running
the full length of his cock across her fuck button as his cock
slid through her pussy slot and plunged into the depths of her
creamy fuckhole. Her ass churned under his weight and her hips
shot out from side to side as she met the beast with equal
energy, fucking herself to jelly on his cock. He dipped down and
fed her a long, rippling, underslung stroke that tilted her ass
up into the air, then plunged in at a downward angle that forced
her towards the floor. Rex was going wild with joy. He had plenty
of bitches in his time, but no bitch had ever had a cunt that
sucked and dragged on his meat the way this human fuckhole was
doing. Her cunthole filled with cuntjuice, and his hairy prick
slammed in through the juicy folds, throbbing and thundering,
heaving and hammering. His backbone twisted and contorted as he
shot his prick up her   pussy tunnel. He was pouring the prick to
her with lightning strokes, his haunches a dark blur, his prick
like a black ramrod. As he pulled out, the red meat of his naked
cockhead appeared in her creamy cunt for a split second. Then he
fucked in to her again, going in to the balls, rattling her bones
with his savage thrust. Her thighs tensed, rippling as she pushed
back against his prick. The cheeks of her ass spread open. His
doggy slobber fell into her puckered brown bud as he drooled over
her ass. His cock fucked in and out of her flooded cunthole like
a piston, filling her with his meat, stuffing her pussy to the
depths and spreading the clinging tunnel out on his expanding
stalk. Catherine began to melt, her cunthole creaming on his
cock. A spasm shook her, then another. Waves of joy shot through
her belly and raced up her thighs. She cried out as her cunt
melted like a wax candle around his flaming wick. The thrill
ebbed for an instant, then the randy blonde began to  rise right
back towards another coming. The dog fucked resol!  utely on .
Catherine was thankful that she had jerked him off and sucked him
off, knowing that it would take him longer to come this third
time, wanting it to last as long as possible. Her steaming
cunthole yearned for his doggy jism, but she wanted to linger
over a prolonged fucking and multiple orgasms before he shot her
full of his fuckjuice. His savage thrusts were driving Catherine
forward, bucking into her and shoving her towards the wall. She
slammed back, cock and cunt jamming together, cuntjuice squirting
out. He shoveled the meat to her from below and her ass heaved
up. Her lust-crazed face sank down to the floor. Her whole smooth
body trembled as that massive, shaggy brute continued to fuck
into her, stuffing her cunt full. She grunted as a violent thrust
shook her to the core. She thought that his long cock must be
shoving her vital organs out of the way as he fucked so far up
into her body, as if her hipbones might jump out of their sockets
as that thick stalk spread her  out in its passage.

"Fuck-fuck-fuck!" she wailed, saying the word each time the
Alsatian fucked into her, totally abandoned to bestial lust. Her
cunt was creaming again and again, her clit going off in one
climax after the other. She felt as if her blood and bones and
brain were all dissolving and flowing out of her cunt, reality
fading away, aware only of that massive cunt- stuffing dog cock
that was pushing her through wave after wave of creamy joy. The
brute's loins fucked in, and her ass and hips ground back to meet
him, to engulf him, to take every sweet inch of his cock in her
melting lovebox. She felt him swell and throb and expand as he
drew near the crest.

"Pour it to me, you son of a bitch!" Catherine wailed, as she
felt the dog's prick flare inside her. Her lithe, smooth-fleshed
body was jerking spasmodically. She coiled and uncoiled under the
fucking doggy like a spring, undulated like a serpent, jacked her
body out, then pumped in. Her fat tits swayed under her grinding
form, hanging like ripe fruit ready to be plucked. Her ass
heaved, her thighs rippled. Streams of cuntjuice poured down the
insides of her kneeling legs. "Fill me with hot fuckjuice!"

Rex snarled. He threw his head back, amber eyes glazed, long red
tongue curled out. He hauled Catherine toward him by her hipbones
and fucked his hard cock into her as he pulled her pussy over
that driving prickstalk. He fucked in, his balls jamming into the
woman's crotch and every inch of his shaggy prick vanishing up
her soaking pussy tunnel. His jism shot into Catherine's scum
bucket with such tremendous force that he almost blew her right
off the end of his prick. She gasped as she felt that steaming
stream hose into her. Her cunt creamed again as she came with the
dog and the dog fucked on, squirting his slime into her time and
again. His cum was hot as he flooded her fuckhole, and
Catherine's pussy melted around that stream. Rex fucked his cock
in again, shooting out another dose. As his hairy cock stuffed
her pussy to the brim, a blend of cum and cuntjuice gushed out,
soaking his balls and lathering her crotch. She shoved her ass
back to meet him again and gurgled wit  h bliss as more doggy
cock spume gushed into her. The dog was slowing down slightly as
his balls drained to the dregs. His angry red cockhead slipped
out of her fuckslot, nudging her clit. Catherine grasped his
prick and shoved the hot cockmeat back up her cunthole, wanting
more cock and more cum, wanting this ecstasy to last for hours.
Rex yelped and hosed her with a final spurt. Her clit detonated
and more pussy juice seeped out as she peaked again. Then the big
dog stopped moving and stood over her, clinging to her ass,
mounted to her ass like a trophy on a wall. He was panting and
whining. Catherine shifted under him, push-pulling her slippery
cunthole through a few inches of hairy doggy cock, giving herself
a few last strokes to make sure that she had emptied every sweet
drop out of the Alsatian's balls and had worked off every last
wave of her own joy. Then she, too, stopped moving. They were
rigid, locked together. The dog's prick felt even bigger than
ever now, sprea  ding her cunthole out around the huge contours.
For a moment!  , Cather ine wondered if they might have to wait
there, coupled helplessly, until someone came to throw a bucket
of cold water over them. Worried, she gave a tentative jerk. For
a moment the Alsatian's fat cock remained stuck up her cunt hole,
not yielding an inch. But then her cunt began to slowly slide off
his cockmeat. Relieved, Catherine gave herself the pleasure of a
few more strokes, pushing her pussy up and down on his cock for a
few moments. Then, with a contented sigh, she drew her cum-filled
pussy off his prick. When he felt his drained cock slide free,
Rex released his grip and hopped down from her ass. His cock
swayed up and down, the naked, slick, slippery prick-knob bobbing
like the weight on a pendulum. Cum and cuntjuice dripped from the
red tip. Catherine twisted around to look at the doggy. Her cunt,
vacated, was flowing as if a dam had burst inside her loins. A
frothy mixture of pussy cream and doggy spunk came gushing from
her open slot, soaking her hairy crotch, tr  ickling into the
crack of her ass and running down her thighs. She knelt in front
of the dog, her gaze fed on his cock. As his prick swayed up and
down, her face bobbed up and down before him, like a cobra
following the movements of a flute. The head of the Alsatian's
cock was slathered with fuck cream and it occurred to Catherine
that it might be a good idea to clean the brute up before Carson
or Tommy got home. They might wonder why the doggy's prick was
soaking with such inviting fluids. And, Catherine, smiling, knew
the best way to clean that soiled cock too--because, soaking with
cum and cuntjuice, the red meat looked absolutely delicious. She
crawled closer and pushed her face under the dog. He whimpered,
quivering. His cock was starting to retract now and his balls had
collapsed as if they'd had a blowout, but the doggy was still
interested in his mistress' fascinating behavior. Catherine
lifted his softening prick in her hand and began to carefully lap
all the slime  from his rubbery knob. She purred with delight
when she foun!  d that d og cock was even more savory, after it
had been soaking in a creamy cunthole. She slid her lips over the
crown and sucked, her tastebuds tingling as they registered the
delectable flavors. The musky cockmeat, spread with a tangy sauce
of cum and cuntjuice, was a gourmet's delight. She slid her mouth
lower, sucking some of the gravy of their groins from his hairy
stalk. She had slurped all the cream off of the dog's cock by
this time, but the greedy woman decided to suck just a few
moments longer. That was why her mouth was stuffed full of dog
prick when her teenaged son walked in.

CHAPTER 6

Tommy stood in the open doorway, his eyes bulging out like two
hard- boiled eggs and his jaw dropping open.

"Holy shit, Mom," the amazed youth gasped. "You're sucking the
dog's cock!"

Catherine, naturally enough, was dismayed. She started to yank
her mouth off the Alsatian's prick. But his cockhead had flared
out again and the ledge behind that fat slab got lodged behind
her teeth. She had to open her mouth as wide as she could before
she could pull her lips off the dog's meat. She blushed
furiously, turning to look at her son, pleading for his
understanding. Rex, being only a dumb animal, and having no idea
that bestiality was taboo and that human mouths had no business
sucking on canine cocks, gave Tommy a proud glance, wagging his
tail.

"I-I don't know what to say," Catherine stammered, absolutely
mortified and shamed at having been caught in the act. If only
she hadn't been so greedy, if only she had stopped mouthing the
dog's delicious prick a few moments earlier, she thought. But it
was too late now and there was no sense crying over spilt cock
milk. Tommy moved closer. His expression was one of shock, but
not, Catherine noticed, of disgust. He looked, in fact,
intrigued. And, she also noticed, the front of his jeans was
bulging out in the bas relief of a tremendous erection!

"I just got carried away, I'm afraid," she tried to explain. "Rex
had a hard-on and I was just going to jerk him off out of
kindness to animals, and ... and ..."

"And you fucked him, too!" Tommy gasped. Catherine saw that her
son was staring between her legs, where doggy jism was still
pouring from her pussy. Catherine wailed in helpless dismay,
flaming with embarrassment.

"I hope you won't tell your father about this," she pleaded,
knowing that the average husband would hate to have his wife
cuckold him with an Alsatian. Tommy slowly smiled, looking sly
and triumphant.

"I might now," he said.

"Oh, please, please, Tommy," she begged.

"I-I'll give you anything you want, darling," Catherine
stammered. "You want a new bicycle? A motorbike, even?" She
figured that bribery was her only hope.

"Well ... I want something," the boy said. He was grinning
wickedly. Catherine tilted her head, suspicious, staring at the
smug looking lad.

"What?" she asked, frowning.

"I want a blowjob," said Tommy, making no bones about it, while
the big boner in his jeans gave a jolt. There came a moment of
shocked silence. Catherine could hardly believe her ears and she
was horrified by her son's request. Tommy continued to grin that
fiendish, blackmailer's smile. Rex, seeing that he was not going
to get his prick sucked anymore, for the moment, turned and
walked away. His balls, already emptied three times, were
shriveled up and his prick was slowly retracting back inside his
shaggy sheath.

"Tommy! You naughty boy!" Catherine cried. He shrugged. "Ain't as
naughty as blowing dogs," he said.

"But--but I'm your mother!" she protested.

"Yeah--but you're a cocksucker, too," he stated.

"It would be incest!" Catherine wailed.

"Yeah!" the boy said, with enthusiasm. "It's real naughty, ain't
it? But it's all the more exciting because of that!"

"I won't!" she cried, but there was less than total conviction in
her tone, and her eyes had drifted back down to the huge,
writhing bulge in the teenager's jeans.

"Aw, c'mon, Mom," Tommy coaxed her. "I ain't never had a blowjob
and I really want one. And it's your fault that I got this
hard-on, on account of I saw you sucking the dog's prick." His
eyes gleamed threateningly. "And, anyhow, if you won't suck me
off, I'll just have to tell daddy about Rex!"

Catherine stared at him, trembling, horrified and yet fascinated
by his suggestion and his threat. She hated to give in to
blackmail, but she couldn't let her husband find out that she was
a doggy-sucker and then, too, the fact that her son had never had
a blowjob intrigued the horny woman. Cocksuckers invariably got
turned on by the prospect of sucking virgin meat and drinking
cherry cum. The fact that the virgin cock happened to be attached
to her own teenaged son only made the idea more thrilling. Doubt
flickered over her face, along with uncertainty and confusion.
Tommy waited patiently, staring at his mother's cum-smeared lips.
Catherine realized that she was running her tongue slowly across
those creamy lips, as if in anticipation. The boy and his mother
stared at each other through another moment of silence. Then
Catherine, her voice husky, whispered, "Well, maybe a blowjob
isn't really incest, like fucking would be."

Tommy beamed with happy expectations, realizing that his mother's
resolve was weakening. He moved closer to the kneeling blonde
woman, his hips shoved forward. The lump in his tight jeans was
truly impressive, level with her face. Catherine gulped. Tommy
stroked one hand through her tawny hair.

"That's a good mom," he said.

"You swear that you'll never, ever, tell anyone about what I did
if I do it?"

she asked.

"Shit, no, Mom. How could I tell anyone? I mean, no guy wants
anyone to know that his mom is a cocksucker, right?"

Catherine blinked and then, despite herself, could not help but
giggle at the boy's logic. This whole incredible situation seemed
unreal and dreamlike. What a day it was turning out to be! She
had sucked off a dog and then got fucked by the dumb brute, and
now she was going to give head to her horny, virgin son! Maybe
she was dreaming, at that, she thought. And, if so, it held every
promise of being a wonderfully wet dream!

Catherine had made up her mind. Tommy was shoving his loins out
toward her radiant face, and Catherine could feel the intense
heat of his cock wafting through the denim of his jeans, into her
face. She saw the hard bulge ripple and swell. She softly blew
her warm breath onto his groin and that lump bucked. Tommy
groaned, rolling his eyes and grating his teeth, his whole body
trembling with anticipation. Catherine placed her hands on the
boy's slim hips, blowing onto his swollen crotch. Her eyes were
glazed by desire, her lips parted and panting. Her eyelashes
fluttered up and down and her pink tongue slid across her parted
mouth. A few drops of doggy jism still lingered on her lips and
she licked the stuff up--and thought about the cherry fuckjuice
that awaited her. Dark, depraved fantasies danced in her mind--
fantasies that were soon to become reality. She longed to open
her son's fly and look at his naked cock and balls. Her fingers
itched for that contact, and her horny m  outh was watering for
his cherry prickmeat. But some last shred of inhibition caused
the woman to hesitate. It seemed so utterly degenerate to take
her son's cock out, as if this were her own idea, as if she was
doing this from lust rather than blackmail. Tommy took the matter
into his own hands. He reached down and unbuckled his belt, then
slowly drew the zipper of his fly down, right in front of his
mother's face, only inches from her trembling lips and tingling
tongue and drooling mouth. As his fly opened, the boy's massive
prick came rushing out like a lust-crazed bull seeking soft, wet
flesh for its solitary horn. Catherine gasped when she saw how
huge the boy's cock was, and how shapely. She loved the way the
big, purple, mushroom-shaped prickhead flared out from the thick,
dark-veined stalk and how the whole long cock was throbbing. His
pisshole gaped open as the bi-valved prick-knob pulsed. She blew
her breath onto his prick and he shuddered. He dipped his hand
into  his crotch and hauled his scumbags out. Those hairy bags
wer!  e bloate d with a tremendous dose of fuckjuice, swollen
like balloons- -balloons that could be inflated even more by
blowing on the long valve of his cockshaft and then deflated via
that same valve. For a few moments Catherine merely gazed in
wonderment at the boy's formidable prick, blowing onto him and
whimpering as she saw his cockmeat pulsate and throb. His cock
looked as hard as a hammer. His stalk was so taut that it could
have been used to launch an arrow or to play a violin. She shook
her head in awe. His was a prick that could have levered boulders
out of the earth, plowed furrows in a field, drilled holes
through solid stone. And the massive thing looked as delicious as
it was stiff, as succulent as it was bloated, as savory as it was
hot. Catherine's mouth was watering heavily and her hot tongue
steamed in her own saliva.

"Lick it, Mom," Tommy rasped. The horny, frustrated virgin boy
was no longer demanding and threatening. Now he was pleading.
With his naked cock so close to his mother's sweet lips, he
trembled with yearning, his nerves jumping violently, his
bloodstream coursing with lumps of fiery lust. He pushed his hips
forward, closer. Her blonde head moved back slightly. She sniffed
the musky aroma of his overheated cockmeat and gave a hungry
moan.

"Yes, Tommy, I'll lick your cock," she whispered. Tommy groaned
in torment. So much blood had rushed into his hard-on that the
boy was light-headed.

"I'll suck your sweet cherry cock, Tommy," his mother said. "I'll
suck you off and I'll swallow every drop of your hot, thick
fuckjuice. Oooooh ... I'm starving for your cum ..."

Tommy tried to encourage her. His lips moved, but no sound came
out. The frantic teenager's vocal cords seemed to be in
rebellion, as stiff and unyielding as his prick. His lips moved
again, but only a whimper came out. Across the room, the Alsatian
echoed the sound with a whimper of his own. Not selfish or
jealous, the faithful doggy did not begrudge the boy the same
treat that he had so recently had from Catherine's magic mouth.
Catherine slid her tongue out and bobbed her head forward. She
tapped the tip of her saliva drenched tongue against the
underside of Tommy's flaring crown. Then she drew back, savoring
that first taste for a moment. His virgin cockmeat was
scrumptious. Her tongue felt charged, as if by an electric
current. But, eager as she was to take his prick into her mouth
and milk his sweet cherry fuck cream out, she was not going to
rush things. This was her son's first blowjob, and the dutiful
mother felt obliged to give him a good one, to use all the
techniq  ues that went into giving good head. Her hands still
held him by the hips. She didn't intend to use those hands at
all, but to do the whole job with her mouth. She leaned in,
dipping lower and ran her flattened tongue over Tommy's swollen
scumbags. She moaned softly, adoring the taste of his ballmeat,
subtly differed from cockmeat but almost as delicious. She lapped
all over those jism-filled sacs, feeling his cum load shift
inside the hairy slime bags. Those balls were so heavy and full
that the horny blonde cocksucker moaned in anticipation of
swallowing such a load. She hadn't drunk cherry jism since she
was a schoolgirl, and it was a taste treat she had often longed
for in recent years--yet never once had she ever imagined that
she would be gulping the stuff out of her son's cock and balls!
She was starving for that incestuous virginal fuckjuice!

Catherine began to run her flattened tongue up the boy's thick
stalk, tracing along the seam of the dark, pounding ventral vein.
Her slobber trickled down his stalk as her tongue slid up to his
cock-knob. She licked up and down with long, moist slurps, then
went up and down again, her nimble tongue crisscrossing on the
underside of his cock. She fluttered the tip of her tongue at the
spot where his big prick-knob loomed out from his cock, causing
his prick to thunder. A thick drop of cum bubbled from his
pisshole. Catherine leaned back and tilted her head, watching
that slimy nugget slide slowly down his cock-knob. Then her
tongue flicked out, and she gathered it up. She let the glob run
over her tastebuds for a moment, then swallowed. His cherry
joyjuice was yummy, hot and thick and tangy, and there was a
whole lot more of the sweet stuff where that first drop had come
from.

"Ummmm," she purred.

"You swallowed it, Mom," Tommy gasped, gazing down at her smiling
lips. "You swallowed my cum." The boy seemed amazed by the fact,
even though he had arranged the situation, as if he'd expected
his mother to back out at the last moment.

"Ummmm ... and it's fucking lovely," Catherine sighed. Her head
ducked in again and her nimble, soaking, steaming tongue ran all
over his cockhead and stalk with fluid slurps. Her saliva was
evaporating from his overheated prickmeat, steam seeming to drift
up into her face. Another drop of slime oozed out and Catherine
let it slide onto her uncurled lower lip. then tongued the stuff
into her mouth. Her delicate throat pulsed as she gulped. Tilting
her head, Catherine pressed her pursed lips against the underside
of Tommy's cockshaft and began to run them up and down, playing
his prick like a flute. She hummed against his throbbing
cockmeat, and his cock vibrated in her lips. Tommy placed a hand
behind her head, as if to hold her there and urge her on, but
Catherine needed no urging. Now that she had started working on
her son's virgin cock, the hungry, horny cocksucker was not about
to stop before they were both rewarded by the creamy culmination
of her efforts. Her lips slid   up and down. More thick drops
squeezed out of the boy's pisshole. The slime trickled down his
prick and into her parted lips as Catherine slid upward. His
whole cock was slathered by her spit now as she mouthed from the
root of his prick to the knob. His cum was streaked by that
frothy saliva. Then her tongue and lips slurped the stuff back
in. She rose to the head of his thundering prick and turned her
face down over his cock. Her lips moved softly against the
slippery head of his purple crown, nibbling gently. She blew her
breath down his cock and flicked her tongue into his pisshole.
Tommy groaned, his legs quaking. He gave a thrust, nudging his
cockhead against her lips.

"I'm gonna take it in my mouth now, darling, " his mother
whispered, knowing that her dirty words would thrill the frantic
lad almost as much as the touch of her lips. "I'm gonna suck your
sweet cock until you cream, Tommy. I'm gonna milk your fuckjuice
out and drink it."

"Yeah ... yeah ..." he croaked. Her lips parted a bit more,
taking the very tip of his swollen cockhead in and running her
tongue against the underside. She lapped into his open pisshole
and curled around the fat slab. She took a little more cockhead
into her mouth. Tommy gasped, and his ass and hips jolted as he
fucked into his mother's face. She purred with pleasure as the
lusty lad fucked his cockmeat deeper into her mouth. He humped
again, fucking into her mouth as if it were a cunt. Catherine let
him mouth-fuck her for a few moments, sucking hungrily on his
prick as he stabbed in and pulled out. Then she drew her lips
away and squirmed against him, tapping his cockhead against her
nipples and letting his prick slide up through her cleavage.
Tommy heaved, fucking his mom between her fat tits. She gazed
down, her chin on her breastbone, avidly watching his huge purple
cockhead come squeezing out from between her smooth tit mounds.
She would let the boy fuck her cleavage un  til he came, someday,
she knew, for now that they had started this incestuous behavior,
Catherine knew damned well that she was going to be making love
to Tommy a lot, in the future. But for this, his first time, she
wanted his cock to shoot in her mouth. Her face dropped down and
she took his cockhead back between her lips, collaring his prick
behind his cock-knob. Her lips turned outward and her cheeks
hollowed in as she sucked avidly and voraciously, mouthing his
prick meat with relish and gusto. Tommy jerked his prick back so
that only the tip was lodged between her lips. She gurgled, "Fuck
my mouth, darling--shove your delicious cock into my fucking
mouth as deep as you can."

He slammed in, tilting her head back as his cockhead fucked into
her throat. Catherine gasped as that bloated wedge of meat
clogged her gullet, but her tongue and lips worked voraciously on
his stalk. He drew out, then fucked in again. Her blonde hair
cascaded as he tilted her face on his lunges. Her cheeks expanded
as she blew down his cock, then hollowed as she sucked. Her lips
were dragged outward as his stalk pulled from her mouth. She
folded her hot tongue into a wet bridge, letting his cockshaft
slide over as he pushed back toward her throat. She tongued the
underside of his prick, along the vein, then lapped at his
cock-knob as he drew out again. His preliminary seepage was
soaking her tongue and lips and cheeks as the potent boy's slime
began to flow freely. Catherine gulped the sweet scum down
hungrily and sucked for more. Staring down his cock, she saw that
his balls were getting ever more massive as he drew towards the
crest, ready to blow his wad.

"Come, darling," she whispered, speaking down his prick. "Feed me
your cum juice--pour your slime into my mouth and let me drink
every fucking drop, Tommy." Then her words were cut off into a
gurgle as the boy fucked into her gullet again. His cock pulled
out, slathered with her slobber, jism streaking the frothy spit.
Then he fucked into her head, and Catherine sucked the slime from
his meat and gulped it down. The horny blonde cocksucker was half
crazed by this feast, wild with the joy of that delicious
mouthful and the prospect of the steaming hot load that he would
soon be pumping into her belly. Her head ducked down as if she
were bobbing for apples in a barrel, gorging herself on his
cockmeat, taking every precious inch into her mouth. Her chin
brushed his balls, and her nose nestled into his wiry pubic
patch. She held it all in for a moment, tonguing and sucking,
then drew slowly back up to his cockhead. His prick stood out
from her mouth, like a bolt clamping his ball  s to her lips.

"Come--come--come--" she panted, mouthing his cock-knob.

"Yeah! Oh, Jesus! Here it comes, Mom!" the boy howled, his whole
body vibrating as his balls swelled to their limits. Catherine
greedily slurped on his cock-knob, ready to inhale his jism.
Tommy fucked into her mouth and wailed as his scumbags erupted
and the lava of his volcanic lust came pouring up his throbbing
cockshaft and then burst in a creamy river onto his mother's
flashing tongue.

"Oh! Ooooh!" Catherine wailed, as she felt her son's hot
fuckjuice filling her mouth. She swallowed it down, and the
potent teenager poured another load into her. Cum overflowed her
lips and splattered onto her thrusting tits. She swallowed
hungrily, gulping scum down as fast as she could and Tommy kept
pumping more of that sweet nectar out of his cock and balls.
Spurts hit her cheeks and skimmed over the roof of her mouth. Her
tongue was flattened under his cockhead. sliding about in the
swampy flood that filled her maw. Tommy was jerking spasmodically
in the throes of his joy. He yanked out too far and his cockhead
pulled from his mother's lips. A geyser of cock spume shot out
and hit her under the chin. Catherine opened her mouth wide,
whimpering, and Tommy fucked his prick back in as yet another
dose shot from his pisshole. Catherine ravenously milked the boy
to the bone, her lips sliding up and down as she sucked through
every inch. Tommy gasped and staggered. He felt as   if his very
life force had been sucked out through his cock. His legs were
trembling violently. The scum-drained youth slowly sank down onto
his knees. Catherine's head went down with him, never for a
moment disengaging from his cock. As he knelt before her, and as
his long prick loomed up into her averted face, she kept on
sucking, coaxing out a few last drops, making sure that she had
it all. When she rose up, his cock popped from her oval mouth
like a cork from a bottle. Despite his titanic coming, that young
prick continued to stand rampant. Catherine gazed admiringly,
then raised her face. Her mouth was open and her tongue pushed
out. She let Tommy see his thick, frothy fuckjuice coating her
tongue. Then, smiling, she swallowed the last of that delicious
mouthful.

"Gee, Mom, you're a great cocksucker," he gasped.

"Well, you've got such a lovely cock, darling, and was just
fucking scrumptious," she said. She licked her lips. She eyed his
prick, still standing, almost as huge and hard as before she had
sucked him dry. A speculative look came into her eyes. Having
given her son one blowjob, the woman reasoned that it wouldn't be
any more naughty if she gave him another one. His cum had been so
yummy that Catherine yearned for another hot feast. Tommy looked
down at his groin. His coming had been so dynamic that his loins
were numb. But now he saw that he still had a hard-on and, even
as he stared, his scumbags began to fill up again. Mother and son
exchanged a questioning look. The knob of his long, thick cock
was pulsating. The fat vein pulsed up the underside of his cock
and his prickhead flared out. Catherine's saliva steamed from his
meat.

"Shall I suck you off again, darling?" she asked. "Will you feed
me another slimy load?"

Tommy grinned impishly. He had been staring at his mother's cum-
soaked lips and tongue but now his gaze dropped down to her open,
foaming fuckhole. He raised his eyebrows.

"Since you sucked me off, I won't tell dad about how you blew the
doggy," he said. Catherine frowned, puzzled by that remark. The
boy paused meaningfully. "But you let the dog fuck your cunt,
too, right?

And I just might have to tell dad about that, Mom." He winked at
her. "Unless ..."

Catherine, beginning to understand, slowly smiled. "Unless what,
you naughty blackmailer?" she asked.

"Well, I had my first blowjob, now," Tommy said. "But I still
ain't never had a piece of ass ..."

"But that would really be incest," she said.

"Yeah, but fun, though," said Tommy. With her mouth satiated,
Catherine's cunt was smoldering with need and, being a woman who
was good at rationalizing and who was being blackmailed into it,
she grinned and shrugged.

"How about it, Mom? Can I fuck you?" Tommy asked.

"It seems I have no choice," said Catherine. Nor did she want
one.

CHAPTER 7

Catherine moved closer. Kneeling there belly to belly and thigh
to thigh, the woman and her son embraced passionately. Tommy's
rock-hard cock pressed into her stomach, indenting her smooth
flesh. Catherine glanced down, seeing his cock framed by her
tits. His balls were rubbing her curly cunt triangle, and his
cock jutted up, the prick-knob nudging into the lower curve of
her cleavage. It thrilled the woman to see how huge her son's
prick was, how far his cock extended up her belly, on the
outside-- and to know that his prick would soon be fucking in the
same length inside her loins. She cupped his balls and massaged
them, rubbing them against her plump pubic thicket. She rolled
her hips, grinding her belly against his rampant cock. Sliding
lower, she let the head of his prick slip into her cleavage. Her
fat tits rolled against his lean torso and clamped his cock in
the warm space between the globes. Tilting her head, she kissed
Tommy on the lips, lightly at first, then more  urgently. Their
lips ground together. Her tongue probed into his mouth, and Tommy
who, although still a virgin, knew all about French kissing,
sucked on it. But this was different than sucking his
girlfriend's tongue, because Vicky did not blow him and his cock
had just been in his mother's mouth, spurting cum out.

"You cocksucker," he whispered. Catherine took it, as intended,
as a term of endearment. Licking at his lips, she said, "You
motherfucker."

They panted into each other's open mouth, swapping tongues and
saliva. Tommy's tongue twisted against Catherine's, inside his
mouth, the two wet tongues entwining like serpents mating in a
moist cavern. When she drew her tongue out of his mouth, his
tongue followed, probing into her mouth in turn. He ran his hands
up her flanks, reached around to cup her firm, heart-shaped ass
and pulled her closer to his loins, jamming his cock against her
belly. He fondled her fat tits, kneading the firm flesh and
pulling at the stiff tips. Like French kissing, the boy knew
about feeling titty, but his mother's tits were a hell of a lot
bigger than his girlfriend's and the tips were stiffer. Those
rosy nuggets stood out like little spaceships ready to be
launched from the dark pads of her areolas. Catherine moaned and
whimpered as her taut nipples exploded in her son's fingers and
shot out into his palms. She slid her mouth away from his and
gently urged his head down. Tommy lowered his fac  e and began to
lick at his mother's tits, then to suck her nipples into his
mouth, nursing on each in turn. His saliva flowed down the fat
slopes of her tit globes and trickled into her deep cleavage,
while the head of his looming prick edged into that cleavage from
below. Catherine jerked against him, pressing her belly to his
cock and balls, her ass churning. She dragged his scumbags
between her legs and rubbed the bloated sacs right into her open
fuckslot and against her tingling fuck bud. Tommy rose up from
mouthing her tits, and Catherine leaned down to lap at the head
of his prick for a moment. Her magic tongue swooped and glided on
the fiery cockmeat, Waving the contours and pushing into his
pisshole. Tommy groaned with the joy of being caressed by that
skillful tongue, thrilling to the dark knowledge that his mom was
a cocksucker and a cum drinker, that her appetite was voracious
and unlimited by the taboos of incest and bestiality. She slurped
his cockhead into her  mouth and sucked for a moment. She drew
away, then mouthed h!  im again , sucking her own saliva off his
hot cockmeat. It was hard to stop. Catherine adored that tasty
mouthful and knew that if she kept on sucking she would soon be
rewarded with another load of delicious fuckjuice. But she forced
herself to draw away again. Her cunt was steaming and, wonderful
as it was to milk the horny boy off in her mouth, Catherine was
yearning to get her pussy stuffed full of his fat virgin prick.
Tommy dropped his head onto her tits again, his tongue lashing
and his lips pulling at the tips. Catherine held his face between
her hands, arching her back and pushing her tits upward. Then she
slowly slid back, onto her ass and then sinking down onto her
back in front of him. Her knees were raised, her thighs parted.
Tommy knelt over her, his massive cock looming out above her
loins like a bludgeon. He gazed at her cunt. The lips were
unfurled, the dark inner folds revealed, streaked with cuntjuice.
Her stiff clit stuck out like a little man in a boat. It was a w
ondrous sight and the horny boy began to tremble. He leaned down
over her, his face above her belly. He looked at Catherine, and
she smiled and nodded. Tommy buried his face in her groin and
began to lick and suck at her pussy. His tongue slid up her
cunthole, and his lips pulled hungrily on her fuck button. Tommy
had never mouthed a cunt before and he moaned as he realized how
delicious pussy was. His hands slid under her ass, lifting her
loins against his face, as if her cunt was a goblet he was
draining to the dregs. Catherine whimpered, gazing down the plane
of her body, seeing her handsome son's face framed between her
thighs. He looked up, his face slathered with cuntjuice from chin
to brow, his eyebrows lifted in question. Catherine knew that he
was silently asking her if he should tongue fuck her until she
creamed. It was a tempting thought, but the woman lusted for his
huge prick more than she did his tongue, at the moment. She
jerked her hips suggestively.

"Fuck me now, darling," she whispered. Tommy's eyes glowed with
enthusiasm. He had longed to lose his virginity for ages and now
he was going to. He was going to lose his virginity in his own
mother's cunt! That sweet pussy slot had already been pumped full
of doggy spunk and now it was ready for Tommy's cherry fuckjuice.
He trembled violently. Catherine hiked her ass up from the floor,
spreading her legs wider. Her cunt rippled, the pink lips
spreading out into a wide oval. Creamy pussy nectar flooded down
her crotch and her clit throbbed. Her loins felt hollow.

"Put your prick in me, Tommy," she rasped. The boy mounted her,
grasping his huge cock by the roots and guiding the flaring knob
into his mother's cunt. Her wet cuntlips began to suck on the tip
of his prick immediately. Tommy shoved only half of the bloated
crown into her slot and paused, savoring the final moments of his
virginity, joyfully anticipating the prospect of burying all of
his frantic cockmeat up the smoldering lovebox. Catherine was
bridged under him, her ass hiked up, her head and shoulders
pressed to the floor. Her hips shifted slightly as she worked her
cunt around on his cock-knob. Tommy gasped. He began to feed his
cockmeat into her very slowly, sliding into her pussy inch by
inch. Nothing, not even her mouth, had ever clutched his cherry
cock the way that her steaming cunthole did! Fucking was going to
be even more wonderful than the boy had anticipated. His thick
prick slipped into her and, with a jolt, he fed her the last
inches. His cock was buried to t  he hilt, and his bloated
scumbags were jammed tight to her upthrust ass. The walls of her
fuckhole closed, outlining the contours of his cock, massaging
and caressing him inside her pussyhole. Her cunt muscles gripped
him, sucking and rippling. It felt as if those concentric rings,
rippling up his cockshaft, from root to knob, were jerking him
off. He held all of his prick in her for a second, groaning with
the joy of having his cock buried to the hilt in hot cunt for the
first time. Catherine moved her ass and hips, grinding her
fuckhole on his cock with every inch of the hot prick inside her.
Then Tommy began to fuck her furiously. He pulled out until only
his hot prick-knob was in her cuntslot, paused for an instant,
then shoved all of his cock back up her soaking cunt. Catherine
met him, jamming her cunt down as his cock fucked in and twisting
her hips as he withdrew. Braced on his knees, Tommy slid a long,
rippling, underslung stroke into her cunt. Then he hiked higher 
and slammed into her from above, running the length of his p! 
rick acr oss her fuck nugget. Catherine cried out with joy. His
smoking cockhead was driving deep into her loins, and his thick,
rock-hard prickstalk was filling her fuck tunnel to the brim. He
was pumping cunt-juice out of her pussyslot each time he stuffed
her full. His balls swung in and slapped against her ass as his
prick vanished.

"Shove it to me, darling," Catherine gurgled. Her eyelashes
fluttered. She gazed down at Tommy, hardly able to believe her
own son was fucking into her cunthole, filling her with cock and
with joy. "Fuck my ass off!"

Tommy fucked his cock into her fiery pussy frantically. He was
pouring the prick to her violently, gasping and grunting and
panting. The lust- crazed lad was fucking her like an animal, she
thought--but that was fine with Catherine, who now loved to get
fucked by animals as well as men. He mauled her tits, then slid
his hands under her ass, holding her groin up as he fucked his
cock into her. Catherine clamped her sleek thighs around his
haunches, the muscles rippling as she tightened, then relaxed,
drawing him into her. Her heels drummed on his ass, then locked
behind him. She arched and bowed, riding him from below. Then she
threw her legs wide apart again as the boy churned between them,
his massive prick filling her. She reached down and grasped his
balls, squeezing the bloated bags, feeling his fuckjuice slosh
inside them. She spread her hand into her crotch, fingers splayed
so that she could feel his prick throb as he fucked in and out of
her pussy. She remembered how t  he jets of jism had spurted into
her mouth when she sucked him off and longed to feel the slime
shoot up her cunthole now. Catherine was coming steadily, her
clit exploding and her fuckhole melting. Wanting the boy to come
with her, she wailed, "Shoot in me, Tommy! Slime my cunt! Pour
your hot jism into me, darling!"

Tommy was trying to hold back, to prolong this wonderful
experience, but his potent loins were running out of control now.
His balls were ready to explode and his prick was thundering. He
fucked into her, jolting her ass, rattling her pelvis. She
undulated, carried toward the heights, clawing at his back and
clamping him between her thighs.

"Cream in my cunt!" she cried, desperate for his fuckjuice,
yearning for the thrill of feeling that cherry jism spurt into
her womb. Tommy felt her fuckhole melt around his prick as his
throbbing cock hissed up her fuck tunnel. The boy gasped. His
coming seemed to start so far back, so deep, that it seemed as if
his jism load was pouring out of his asshole, shooting through
his loins from behind. He slammed his prick in. His jism hit her
violently, creamy geysers erupting deep inside her pussy, frothy
rivers rushing from his flaring cockhead in spurt after spurt.
Her ass switched from side to side and her slender belly pumped.
Her cunt was sucking on his cock, dragging the joyjuice out of
his balls. Tommy fucked into her, shooting more slime out as he
buried his prick. His balls seemed bottomless, his coming
endless. Each time he poured the prick into her, another spurt of
hot fuckjuice gushed out. Catherine was wild with the bliss of
it, her pussy melting again and again, cr  eaming each time he
flooded her pussy with another load. His jism was so hot that she
thought it must be blistering the insides of her fuckhole. Cum
poured into her like molten lead, steaming and smoking, while her
own smoldering fuckjuices flooded out to blend with his cum
cream. Drained, at last, Tommy slumped over her. Catherine
continued to pump under him, working off the last of her coming
on his prick and making sure that she had milked every precious
drop out of his cock and balls.

"Ummm, I love fucking you, darling," she purred, a dreamy smile
on her lips.

"I love it when you shoot your hot, thick cum into my fuckhole. I
can't get enough of it."

Tommy grinned sheepishly. His cock was starting to shrink and
soften inside his mother's cunt. He knew that she wanted more
because her fuckhole was rippling and sucking on his diminishing
meat, trying to get him hard again but Tommy was finished for the
moment. He had come in her mouth and in her cunt and--a fact that
he bitterly regretted now--he had previously jerked himself off
down by the stream. Potent as he was, the three dynamic comings
had drained him. When he drew out of her, his limp prick flopped
down and bounced on the floorboards. Catherine slid around and
slipped her lips over his prick-knob, nursing skillfully, trying
to get him stiff again. Despite her efforts, his cock continued
to shrink. She sighed, knowing that she was being greedy, yet
unable to help herself. The oversexed woman needed more cock and
cum. Embarrassed by his lack of stamina, Tommy rolled away.

"We'll fuck and suck again soon, darling," his mother told him,
looking forward to it. Soon--but not soon enough for her.
Catherine had never been so horny in her life before. The more
cock she got, the more she wanted. She had already, on this
memorable day, sucked and fucked with her dog and her son but,
instead of satiating her lust, her wanton and depraved actions
had only made her want more. Her mind was aroused as much as her
mouth and cunt. She got up and moved over to the corner, where
the Alsatian was curled up, his big head resting on his front
paws. She knelt beside him and began to fondle his cock. Rex
opened one eye and gazed at her, his tongue lolling out. But his
cock stayed soft and his balls were in a state of collapse. He
arched his neck around and took a lazy lick at Catherine's frothy
cunthole, but showed little enthusiasm. The doggy, like her son,
had spent all the vitality in his loins. Insatiable Catherine had
drained them both. She leaned down and slur  ped the dog's soft
prick into her mouth, nursing hopefully, but to no avail. There
was not an inch of stiff prick left in the cabin, nor a drop of
jism. The woman sighed with frustration. She supposed that she
could coax the dog--or the boy--into giving her some head and get
her rocks off that way, but she wanted more than tongue now. What
she wanted and needed was more hard prick. She wondered how soon
her husband would be back. Getting fucked by her husband was not
nearly as exciting as getting fucked by her dog or her son, of
course, but Carson had a nice big prick and she would have
welcomed his cock. She got up and moved to the window. There was
no sign of the enthusiastic photographer. She looked back into
the room. Rex was asleep again and Tommy was sprawled out,
panting, his cock shrunk to a mere nubbin. Catherine stood there,
sighing, cum and cunt-juice running down her legs. She couldn't
wait. She decided that she would simply have to follow her
husband down to the   salt lick and insist that he throw a fuck
into her on the s!  pot. It seemed a viable plan. The only thing
was, unknown to Catherine, Carson had never reached the salt
lick. His search for the elusive white stag had been interrupted
in a very pleasant way.

CHAPTER 8

Leaving the cabin, Carson had cut through the woods and angled
down to the stream, further along and down current from where his
son was jerking off on the bank. Intent on seeking the stag,
Carson failed to notice the thick globs of jism that flowed
along, bobbling on the surface of the water, nor the open-mouthed
catfish that nibbled at the stuff. He followed along a narrow
trail, his camera ready, hoping to get a picture that might be
published in

"Field and Stream." Although he had not had his customary fuck
the night before, nor this morning, Carson, unlike his over-sexed
wife, was not feeling at all horny. But that was a situation that
was very soon going to be changed in a most dramatic fashion. He
rounded a bend in the trail and halted. The trees ahead bent over
the path on both sides, forming a leafy archway and through that
archway a pony was trotting towards him. A young blonde girl was
astride the pony, riding bareback. For an instant, Carson was
puzzled, under the illusion that the girl had two heads. Then he
realized that the pony was being ridden double and that the rider
behind looked exactly like the one in front. Seeing the man
blocking the trail, the lead rider drew back on the reins and the
sturdy pony clattered to a halt a few yards from Carson. The pony
snorted, twisting its neck from side to side and, from its back,
the two girls smiled. The twin in back had her head forward so
that she was cheek to   cheek with her sister. The girls had
short, curly, sunstreaked hair, wide set eyes, full, sensual
mouths, and freckles scattered across their cheeks. Their eyes
were green as the forest. Filtered sunlight dappled them. Carson
noticed that the rider behind was clinging to the one in front
and that her hands had shifted up so that she was cupping her
identical sister's plump tits. His prick gave a little ripple at
that sight. But Carson, who believed incest and lesbianism to be
rare, supposed that the tit grip was accidental. Both girls wore
very short cut-off jeans, the denim dragged up into the vee of
their crotches. White cotton tee shirts molded their firm,
thrusting tits. It was an erotic sight! Carson thought, those two
sexy, perfectly identical young girls seated bareback astride the
pony. But horseback riding was a good, clean, healthy sport, and
the innocent fellow was ashamed of himself for seeing the girls
as sex symbols. He stepped closer. The pony shied and nicke  red
softly, tossing its head, its thick mane flowing. The be!  ast's
st urdy flanks and broad chest were frothy and lathered.

"Hi," the first twin said in a friendly fashion. "Sorry we almost
rode you down, Mister. I didn't expect anyone to be walking out
here this early in the day. We ..." she turned to give her sister
a meaningful wink "... we like our privacy."

Both girls giggled, surprising Carson. What was so funny about
wanting privacy? He wondered.

"You a photographer?" the second twin asked, noticing Carson's
expensive camera. "We like to have our pictures taken."

"Oh, well ... I photograph animals in the wild," he replied.

"We're kind of wild," said the first girl.

"Errr ... I was looking for the white stag that roams this
forest," Carson explained, not wanting to get hooked into wasting
film on human subjects or domestic ponies, although he had to
admit that the sexy little sisters would make remarkable
subjects. "I don't suppose you might have seen the beast?"

"Naw," the first twin said. Then she added, "I'm Molly and this
is my twin sister, Wanda."

"Errr ... Carson Smith."

Carson was disturbed by the presence of these nubile, giggling
girls. His cock was starting to pulse and swell alarmingly and he
was terrified that the girls might notice the mobile lump in his
trousers. How embarrassing for a middle-aged gentleman to become
sexually excited by teenage girls! They were both giving him
impish looks, as if maybe they were aware of his discomfort. He
noticed that, although the pony was standing steady, the girls
were sliding and squirming on the beast's broad back.

"Well, nice to have met you," he said, anxious to be off,
thinking that maybe when he fucked his wife later that day, he
would fantasize about these twin nymphettes. He stepped forward,
turning sideways so that he could slip by them on the narrow
trail. As he drew abreast of the mounted pony, Carson noticed a
very interesting thing. The girl behind was still holding her
sister's plump titties and her hands were moving, fondling those
thrusting mounds. At the same time she was arching her back and
rubbing her own tits against her sister. His eyes flickered
lower. The girl in back had her belly thrust out, her crotch
tight against her sister's shapely little ass. And, most exciting
of all, the narrow crotch bands of both the girl's shorts were
dark and damp!

Carson gulped. He told himself that their crotches must have
become wet from the lathered pony's sweat. And yet it looked
remarkably like cuntjuice that had seeped into the denim. Even as
he stared at them, a frothy trickle of juice slid out from the
cut off leg hole of Molly's shorts and ran down her slim thigh,
leaving a glistening trail like the track of a snail. Despite
himself, Carson could not help but stop and stare. He heard the
girls giggle again. Embarrassed, the nervous man averted his
gaze. But when he lowered his eyes, he was startled to notice an
even more remarkable sight. The pony had a hard-on!

That huge erection was getting bigger and harder by the instant.
The pony's balls were swollen, as big as melons under his
haunches and its thick long stalk sprouted out so far that his
cockhead almost jutted out between his front legs. That cockhead
was slick and black, the naked meat flaring out from the leathery
sheath. A few drops of creamy spunk bubbled on the dark meat,
oozing from the brute's open piss-hole and sliding down his
prick-knob. Carson gasped in shock.

"What's wrong?" Wanda asked. Molly hooked one foot around and
rubbed her ankle against the pony's prick experimentally.

"Oh, this damned pony has got another hard-on," she said.

"Yeah? He's a horny horse, ain't he? Hell, we just took care of
him back at the stable before we came out for a ride--"

"Well, riding him bareback, with our cunts getting all hot and
juicy, turns him on," Molly explained. Then she grinned. "Not
that I mind it!"

"I guess we better empty his balls again, huh?" Wanda suggested.
Carson stared in dumbfounded amazement. Were they serious? Were
they just teasing him? They seemed to have forgotten his
presence, for the moment. Molly drew her leg across and slid
gracefully down to the ground. Wanda followed suit. As she raised
her far leg, Carson saw a wisp of cunt-hair curling from the leg
hole of her shorts and saw that her crotch was as swampy as her
sister's. The two nubile twins, smiling and giggling, knelt down
beside the pony, inspecting his hard-on. Carson was sure they
must have forgotten he was there. But then Wanda turned and
grinned at him.

"You can take pictures, if you want to," she said. Carson gulped.
Well, they'd be wildlife pictures, of a sort, he thought,
although they'd never be printed in "Field and Stream." The man
was totally fascinated. He knew that he should hasten away from
this bizarre depravity but he was rooted to the spot, his eyes
glued on the naughty twins and their horny pony. His cock was so
hard by this time that he thought it must be damned near as huge
as the pony's prick, while his balls, which had not been emptied
in two days now, were swollen so much that he was standing
bowlegged around them. Molly reached out, palm upwards, and ran
her hand along the length of the underside of the pony's stalk.
"Ummm ... nice and stiff," she whispered, tickling him under his
swollen crown. Wanda cupped his massive scumbags in her hand,
lifting and fondling the leathery cum skins and nodding, as if
satisfied that they contained plenty of joyjuice. The pony
snorted, pawing at the earth with one hind h  oof and tossing his
silky-maned head about. Sinew and muscle rippled in his powerful
withers and haunches. He made a little humping movement, shoving
his cock out over Molly's hand. It seemed obvious that the pony
was well aware of what was going to happen to him and that it had
certainly happened in the past. Carson felt that he should be
disgusted by the scene but he was fascinated.

"We better get naked first, huh?" Wanda suggested.

"Yeah," Molly agreed. She turned to look at Carson. "You better
take your clothes off, too, or else move farther away. This
damned pony squirts cum all over the place and there ain't no
sense in getting your clothes all slimy, right?"

The twins drew their tee shirts off then squirmed out of their
shorts. Neither wore bra or panties. Their nubile bodies were as
identical as their faces, thrusting tits capped by stiff pink
tips and tawny triangles spreading on their flat bellies. They
had slim, shapely legs and pert, teardrop-shaped asses. Ribbons
of pussyjuice slid down the insides of their smooth thighs.
Carson was amazed by their nonchalance. Naked before a total
stranger and about to fondle a pony's prick, the naughty twins
were perfectly at ease. Carson was anything but at ease. He was
flushed, panting, light-headed as his blood rushed into his prick
and deprived his brain of oxygen. He was too embarrassed to strip
naked, but his cock was hammering at his fly like a battering
ram. He drew the zipper down and his hard-on burst out like a
torpedo.

"Ooooh--nice cock!" Wanda exclaimed, gazing at Carson's
rampaging, purple-crowned prick. Molly, too, looked at the man.
She grinned wickedly. "Yeah, he's got a big one--for a man," she
said. Then she turned back to the pony's gigantic cock. She
stroked up the beast's thick prickrod and fingered his flaring
cock-knob. The naked black cockmeat pulsed and more frothy
dribbles oozed from his gaping cleft. Molly rubbed the slimy
spunk into his prickmeat with both hands. As she fondled his
cockhead, her twin sister played with his balls.

"We don't fuck him," Molly said, speaking to Carson over her
shoulder. "We'd like to, but his cock's too big," she added.

"Yeah," Wanda sighed, wistfully. "It's so fucking big it don't
even fit in our mouths. We tried."

Carson staggered, lances of fiery lust transforming him, his mind
spinning dizzily and his cock thundering. He envied the pony as
he watched the girls caress that massive cock. How could a human
prick compete?

"It's my turn in front," Molly said. Wanda nodded and Molly
turned lithely onto her flank and slid under the stiff-legged
pony. She sat on her ass, her slim back arched, head and
shoulders thrown back. The pony's prick loomed out over her belly
and tits, the black knob aimed right at her pretty face. She took
his cockhead in both hands, holding the huge slab cupped between
them. She began to frig up and down on the end of his cock,
working her thumbs against the underside. The mighty black
cockhead pumped and throbbed in her grip. Wanda gave the pony's
scumbags another caress, then slid up and grasped his cockshaft
in her hands. Holding his cock rod by the roots, she began to
frig him up and down at the base of his cockstalk, while Molly
pumped on his cockhead. They worked in opposite directions, with
Wanda stroking up from the pony's balls as Molly pumped down from
his cockhead. Their hands met halfway along his cockstalk. Then
Wanda pulled back, skinning the brute's prick-k  nob as she
dragged the leathery sheath away. The naked slab loomed out
toward Molly's radiant face. The pony snorted, humping through
their hands. His powerful haunches heaved as he slammed his
cockmeat out, shoving his cock-head through Molly's hands and
nudging his balls against Wanda's caressing grip. Those cum
stuffed bags swung in and out and his cockshaft throbbed and
vibrated. His prick-knob loomed out toward Molly's face, the tip
flecked by slimy streaks of preliminary jism. She dragged his
prick down, grasping the swollen crown so that when the beast
humped again his cockhead skimmed up her belly from groin to
tits. A milky seepage creamed in her tawny pubic triangle.
Rivulets of cum streaked her slim belly and dribbled in between
her tits. She moved his cockhead in her hands, touching the
slippery tip against her stiff nipples. Cum oozed onto the rosy
buds. She squirmed, pushing one taut titty tip right into the
pony's open pisshole. The brute humped again and the  black meat
of his naked cock crown slid into the girl's clea!  vage. Sh e
wriggled against his cock, purring and panting. Arching deeply
under him, she let his cockhead and half of his huge, thick
cockshaft skim up her belly again. Wanda was pumping hard and
fast on the root of the pony's prick as he fucked through her
hands, driving up her sister's belly. Molly fell back and dosed
her thighs around his prick-rod. His massive cockhead nudged into
her crotch but, as she'd said, it was far too huge to slide into
her waking, steaming cunthole. Her ass and hips tilted up as his
cock-knob pushed against her pussyslot. Then the flaring prick
slid out of her crotch and ran up her belly again. Now the dark
meat of his cockhead was soaking with her cuntjuice, as well as
his cum seepage. It lathered her belly and tits. Molly tilted her
face down, gazing at that cream- slathered cockmeat. Her pink
tongue slid across her parted lips and her jade-green eyes
glowed. She glanced sideways, as if to make sure that Carson was
paying attention, and then the naughty   girl pushed her tongue
out and lapped at the spunky tip of the pony's dripping
cock-head. Cum and cuntjuice ran onto her tongue and the girl
whimpered with delight. Carson watched her pink tongue lave all
over the ebony meat of the animal's naked prick-knob, then push
into his pisshole. Her lips parted and she kissed the slimy tip
of his crown as she tongued up into his cleft. Jism ran down her
chin. She gave a sigh and leaned back again as his prick slid
down her titties and the knob came to rest on her curly
cuntmound. Her mouth was open. Carson saw pony cum and cuntjuice
glistening on her tongue and lips. Then he saw her swallow

"Ummm," she purred, a dreamy smile on her face as she swallowed
the tangy cockjuice. The pony thrust again, his cock-knob running
through her cleavage and nuzzling into the hollow of her throat.
She took the fat slab against her cheek, then turned her head and
let it run through her pursed lips as he withdrew. More cum
dribbled into her mouth and her tongue flashed across to gather
it up. Wanda jerked back to his balls and, feeling the big bags
swell, she rasped,

"Oh, shit! He's gonna cream, Molly! His fucking scumbags are all
set to blow!"

"Ohhh--yeah! Frig the fucker off, Sis! Pump his fuck juice into
my face!"

Molly's mouth opened wide, her eyes narrowed, and she held her
face right in front of the animal's cockhead, gurgling with
anticipation. The pony plunged through Wanda's stroking hands,
his cock-knob flaring and his prickstalk throbbing violently.

"Here it comes!" Wanda squealed. She felt the brute's balls
explode and the thick jism rush up his cockrod. She frigged back
with both hands, turning to gaze at the pony's cock-head as it
loomed up in her sister's face, eagerly waiting for his slime to
spurt out. The pony's cum burst out like the foam from a
heavy-duty fire extinguisher. Thick spurts of cock spume hosed
Molly's face and throat and tits. Her mouth was open wide and
jism jets splattered on her parted lips and poured over her
flashing tongue. She wailed with joy and gulped the pony slime
down greedily. A dose hit her between the eyes, another splashed
on her chin. The cum drinking twin leaned forward, mouth open in
a wide oval. As another thick stream shot out of the pony's
cockhead, she took it in her mouth and squirmed down against the
creamy spurt, like a salmon swimming upstream to spawn. The pony
was hosing her tonsils and she jammed her lips against his
cockhead, sucking hungrily, letting his scum erupt in  to her maw
in a slimy rope. Between them, Wanda pumping furiously at the
hilt of his cockshaft and Molly mouthing the spurting tip, they
emptied the horny beast's balls to the sweet dregs. When she was
sure that she had gotten every precious drop of pony spunk, Molly
moaned and sank back in the grass. She was soaking with cum from
the top of her head to her hairy cunt triangle. The stuff dripped
from her stiff titty tips, trickled through her cleavage, matted
her pubic thicket. Slimy ribbons ran into her steaming crotch and
seeped in between her parted pussylips. Her tongue slid across
her lips as she slurped the spillage up and drank it. Carson had
almost fainted with the thrill of it. It dawned on him, vaguely,
that he had even forgotten to take any pictures of the memorable
scene.

CHAPTER 9

The pony, with his balls emptied, had lost interest in the
proceedings. He was a horny horse, but not romantic, and he
turned away. His fat prick was starting to soften. As the pony
turned, the thick cock swung around like a firehose, slapping
Wanda in the face. The girl lapped at his prick-knobs whimpering
as she tasted his slime. But her twin sister was slathered with
most of the stuff and only a few thick drops remained for Wanda.
She licked them up, slobbering onto his shrinking cockhead, her
saliva glistening on the black cockmeat. Wanda envied Molly the
cum she had swallowed and Wanda knew where to get some for her
own hungry mouth. Molly was stretched out on the grass, her
nubile body drenched with pony cum. Wanda crawled up beside her
sister. The pony began to nibble at the grass, his interest
having waned as soon as his balls were emptied. But Carson
continued to look on with total fascination. The man's prick had
become so long by this time that he seemed to be star  ing at the
girls over the swollen knob. He started to fold his fist around
his prick, intending to stroke it, but the rock hard cockrod
bucked like a broncho, throwing his hand off. Steam rose up from
his cockmeat. Carson gave up the idea of frigging himself,
despite his desperation, hoping that something more interesting
than a hand job might deal with his hard-on soon. Wanda was
kneeling over her sister, gazing down at the girl's cum drenched
belly and tits and licking her lips. The twins smiled at each
other, like reflections in a looking glass. Then Wanda leaned
down and those identical, smiling mouths came together. The twins
kissed in a way that was far from sisterly, lips grinding
together and tongues flashing from mouth to mouth. Wanda drooled
into Molly's mouth and lapped pony cum up from her tongue and
lips.

"Yummy," she moaned, tasting the tangy scum along with her
sister's saliva. Kneeling, her ass hiked up and her thighs apart,
Wanda turned her crotch toward Carson. Her cuntslot flowed like a
waterfall, cuntjuice streaming down her thighs. He watched the
girls kiss passionately and incestuously swapping spit and
sharing horse cum. Then Wanda slid down lower and her tongue
began to gather pony slime up out of the hollow of Molly's
throat. She moved lower still and licked at her sister's plump
tits. Carson, who believed that incest was rare, supposed that
Wanda was lapping up cum and that it was just a coincidence that
the cum happened to be on her sister's tits. Wanda licked at
Molly's nipples, then sucked them into her lips, her radiant face
switching from tit to tit and nursing on both in turn. Molly
squirmed under her sister's face, moaning and purring, cradling
her sister's blonde head to her titties. Wanda tongued up her
twin's cleavage and lapped at the globes. She gather  ed up every
drop of equine joyjuice with her tongue, then slid lower and
began to lick at Molly's slim belly. As Wanda slurped the pony
slime up, her frothy spit replaced it. Her sister's belly
glistened with saliva. Molly shifted and squirmed. Her thighs
parted and she raised has knees slightly. Steam was pouring out
of her open cunthole and her clit stuck out like a bullet. Wanda,
hungry for pony spunk, as well as other tasty fluids, lowered her
face and ran her tongue through her sister's tangled pubic mound.
She drooled into Molly's smoldering crotch as her lips worked,
kissing and sucking, on that triangle of cunt hair. She slid
lower and began to lap up and down the insides of Molly's shapely
thighs. Her nimble tongue slid up the crease where Molly's legs
joined her torso, running parallel to Molly's pussyslot but not
quite making contact. It began to dawn on Carson that if incest
and lesbianism were rare, then he had stumbled onto one of those
rare occasions. Such thi  ngs were not so very rare, of course,
and the man would have!   been am azed had he known that his own
wife and son were discovering the delights of bestiality and
incest. But what the man didn't know wouldn't hurt him--while
what he was learning was thrilling him to the very core of his
being. He watched Wanda's wet, slippery tongue flick up the
inside of her twin sister's thigh. Molly's cunt was open in a
wide oval and that oval was soaked with cuntjuice. A few slimy
ropes of pony cum bad slid down into her pussyslot, streaking her
cuntcream with a thicker fluid. Wanda's flushed face turned and
she looked right up her sister's gaping fuckhole. Her hot breath
wafted into that slot.

"My pussy is full of pony jism," Molly whispered, her voice
husky, her face a mask of desire. Molly's thighs rippled, parting
even farther. Wanda's face was only inches from Molly's crotch.
Her tongue slid out and, with a low moan, Wanda licked up her
sister's creamy cunt gash. Molly jerked at the contact, then
began to squirm. Wanda's tongue slid up her pussy-slot, lapping
the pony cum out, then she tongued deeper, slurping cuntjuice up
with relish.

"Ooooh! Fuck me with your tongue, Sis! Suck my hot cunt until I
fucking cream!"

Wanda needed no coaxing. The cunt-hungry twin was already lapping
with gusto on her sister's cunt, licking up the unfolded lips and
slipping into her slippery pussy and flicking against her
trembling clit. Her hands cupped under Molly's ass, lifting her
higher as she buried her face in Molly's smoldering groin,
sucking and licking with total abandon, with voracious slurps.
Her lips pulled on Molly's stiff clit and her tongue slithered as
far up the steaming cunthole as it could reach. Molly writhed and
whimpered, her hips jerking in a fucking motion against her
sister's face. Cuntjuice bubbled past Wanda's parted lips and
onto her tongue, coating the pink meat with milky streaks.

"Feed me, Sis," she wailed, the words muffled in the echo chamber
of Molly's cunt-hole.

"Yeah--suck it out of me! I want to cream your tongue!" Molly
rasped, jerking violently under her twin's oral caress. But Wanda
needed no instructions. The cunt-crazed twin was already sucking
for all she was worth, gone wild with the joy of it. Her face was
bobbing about between Molly's widespread legs, her mouth clamped
to Molly's cuntlips like a suction cup to a drain. Rivers of
pussyslime poured over her tongue. Her ass heaved about at the
highest point of her kneeling body as her blonde head dipped into
Molly's groin. The teenaged cunt-sucker was wallowing like a
porpoise in her sister's crotch. She slid down lower, her chin
resting on the ground. Molly hiked her ass up and, varying the
feast for a moment, Wanda began to lick out her sister's asshole
and crack. The spicy flavor of asshole whetted her voracious
appetite even more. She slid back into Molly's groin and sucked
on her flooded pussy with gusto. She began to use long, rippling
strokes that ran out of the crack  of Molly's ass, through her
open cuntslot, over her clit and into her cuntbush.

"Come--come--come--" Wanda pleaded, adoring her sister's
cuntjuice and yearning for her cum cream. Pussyjuice slid into
Wanda's lips and Wanda's slobber poured into Molly's pussyslot.
Both of the twins were going crazy with fuck-lust. Wanda's tongue
was as hot as Molly's clit as it flashed out and brought them
together. Her face, strained by desire, turned slowly from side
to side as Wanda paid attention to all the juicy details of her
sweet task. Teenaged tongue slurped into young fuckhole, stabbing
in and out and curling around to lap at the inner folds and
dripping walls of that steaming cunt tunnel. Wanda was purring
like a cat at a cream bowl as she licked and sucked and kissed at
cuntlips, clit and slot, concentrating on the feast hungrily and
devotedly. Her skillful tongue and lips were bringing her sister
surging toward the crest. Waves of joy ripped across Molly's flat
belly and shot up her smooth, slim thighs. Somewhere deep inside
her loins, a whirlpool of sensatio  ns began to spin. She arched
her back and heaved her ass up. Her slender pelvis was wracked by
lashings of lust. Her hips twisted and undulated and her belly
pumped frantically as she mopped her twin sister's face with her
sopping pussy. Thick was hot wax, cuntjuice seeped from her
smoldering cunthole and poured past Wanda's eager lips.

"Oh! Oh, shit! I'm coming, Sis!" Molly gasped.

"Ummm--ahhh--ooooh--" whimpered the busy cunt-lapper as the flow
out of her sister's pussy got hotter and thicker and tastier, cum
juice gushing out instead of the preliminary lubrication. Wanda's
tongue shot up into Molly's cunt-hole like a pliable torpedo in a
submarine chasm, floated on the floodtide like a soft, pink raft.
Her lips parted wide and her mouth filled up with steaming hot
cum cream. Molly's nubile ass and hips flashed in the air, her
pelvis twisting as she ground her cunt into her sister's eager
face and spilled her nectar into the girl's hungry mouth. Her
thighs opened and closed around the other girl's head. She
gasped, moaned, sighed and whimpered. Spasm followed spasm as her
coming sparked again and again. Each time she thought she was
starting to ebb, Wanda's questing tongue and skillful lips
brought the girl up to a new peak. Wanda's own cunt, unattended
and abandoned for the moment, was smoking, juice pouring out. As
well as having identical faces and  bodies, these twin teenaged
nymphets were possessed of identical cunts. Having a perfectly
similar pussy, Wanda knew just how to make the sucking and
licking as good as possible for her sister--and vice versa. Molly
threw her head back, crying out in ecstasy. Her lips woe parted
and moving and her tongue was darting in and out, just as if it
were she who was sucking a cunt, automatically emulating the
action of her sister's mouth--perhaps getting her appetite
whetted with the prospect of returning the oral favor. As Molly's
clit exploded and her pussy flowed into Wanda's mouth, Wanda's
clit and cunt were reacting the same way. Sucking her identical
twin's cunt, she felt just as if she were sucking her own cunt.

"Don't stop," Molly groaned as Wanda ebbed for a split second.

"Keep coming, Sis! Give it all to me!" wailed her cunt-hungry
sister, opening her mouth so wide that her spread lips were
clamped over all of Molly's creamy crotch, working like a suction
cup, glued there by a paste of cuntjuice and saliva. Molly's ass
slammed up and down, hitting the ground hard, spraying earth out
from under her haunches as this final, greatest spasm ripped her
hot loins apart. Wanda slid her hand in and began to fingerfuck
up Molly's slippery cunthole with three fingers bunched together,
sucking voraciously on the girl's flaring clit as she did so. She
pushed her fingers in knuckle deep and twisted them around inside
the tight, wet cunt tunnel and her lips slurped ravenously on the
overflow. Molly gasped, shuddered, then fell back, drained. She
smiled up at the leafy overhanging bows. Her knees were raised,
her thighs parted, her sister still mouthing her pussy with
relish. Wanda kept on sucking merrily away as she made sure that
she had worked off every w  ave and gulped out every sweet drop.
Drawing back slightly, she used her nimble, drenched tongue to
softly lap up the cuntjuice that had escaped her lips and flowed
down Molly's crotch. She tongued a few succulent globs out of
Molly's taut ass crack and licked the streaks from the intricate
folds of her pussylips. Satisfied that she had drained that hairy
goblet to the dregs, Wanda raised her face and smiled at Molly.
Molly smiled back. Again, it was as if those smiling faces were
one, the same girl regarding herself in a looking glass--except
this time one of those sweet faces was soaking with cuntjuice.

"Shall I suck you now, Sis? " Molly whispered, huskily, letting
her tongue slide across her moist lips. With her pussy satisfied,
Molly's tongue was horny. Wanda started to reply, her creamy lips
parting, and then Carson Smith groaned. Wanda looked back over
her shoulder. Lost in the raptures of cunt-sucking, the twins had
forgotten all about their fascinated audience. Now, his presence
drawn to their attention by his frantic groan, the girls gazed at
him and, seeing the magnitude of his hard-on, which looked damned
near as huge as the pony's prick, they both smiled in happy
anticipation. How could they let a cock like that go unfucked?

CHAPTER 10

Carson's cock looked as long as the trees under which the
frustrated photographer stood. It towered up so high that it
seemed he could have sucked it himself, were he to lower his face
only a few inches. His stalk was gnarled by thick, dark veins, as
hard as a crowbar, looming up from a set of scumbags that looked
as if they must contain a gallon of fuckjuice, while atop that
massive rod his purple cockhead flared out like a war club. Under
the scrutiny of two sets of fascinated green eyes, his prick
vibrated and hummed, snapped and surged, pulsated and throbbed.
Wanda, still on her hands and knees, her jaws dripping over her
sister's groin, whispered, and nodded.

"Yeah--fuck her!" Molly cried, with enthusiasm. Molly rather
fancied some of that gigantic cock and the scum out of those
massive balls, herself, but she had already creamed on Wanda's
tongue and the girl wasn't selfish. Then, too, being identical in
all ways, the twins enjoyed watching each other get fucked just
as much as they enjoyed it themselves. It was, with them, as if
they had only one cunt, but a cunt reflected. Wanda shifted her
upthrust ass suggestively and invitingly. Her pussy was streaming
down her crotch, her thighs parted. Carson waited for a moment,
thinking that the girl might wish to turn around into the
missionary position. But then he realized that Wanda was waiting
for him to throw a doggy fuck into her. Considering the previous
affair with the pony, fucking like animals seemed appropriate. He
took a shuffling step forward, moving awkwardly, thrown off
balance by the weight of his enormous hard-on. The rock hard
prick rod stood up before his belly and th  e man had to hold his
head and shoulders tilted back to counterbalance the bulk of it.
Gazing at the teenager's tight little pussy, past his cockhead,
Carson wondered if his thick cock would not be too big for her
cunthole, a possibility that distressed him greatly. But Wanda
wasn't at all intimidated by his size. She seemed eager for his
cock and Carson fled that the girl must know full well how much
her cunt could hold. The dark veins writhed up the underside of
his cockstalk as he stepped up behind the teenager and slowly
sank to his knees. His prick thrust out above her uptilted ass
like a weapon with which he was about to batter her ass. Wanda
whimpered in expectation, lowering her head to the ground and
shoving her ass up higher. As her bottom roses Carson's thick
cock nestled into the crack of her ass. He groaned and took a
stroke up that tight crack, his smoking hot cockshaft spreading
her ass cheeks apart and the huge slab of his cockhead nudging at
her trim little  brown asshole.

"Not there," she giggled. Carson pulled back. His prick slid down
through the crack of her ass again and the swollen crown eased
into her crotch. Wanda's pink cuntlips fluttered open around the
tip. He still wasn't sure his cock was going to fit into the
slender girl and he stared down doubtfully. He saw a glob of
cuntjuice squeeze out from his open pisshole and slide, frothy
and sticky, into her cuntslot. Molly had twisted around and
crawled down beside them. She lay belly down in the grass, her
chin supported on her hands, her green eyes smoldering as she
enjoyed the sight.

"Shove it up her cunt," Molly urged.

"Yeah--stuff my pussy with that big fucker!" her sister moaned,
giving her ass a wiggle. Carson grasped the kneeling girl by the
hip-bones, holding her pelvis steady. He began to inch his prick
into her pussy. The fit was snug, but her cunthole was soaking
wet and well-lubricated. Half of his cockhead slipped into her
and he paused. Wanda whimpered and jerked, eager for more,
wanting it all. Molly, supporting her chin on one hand now,
reached out with the other to cup Carson's scumbags, fondling
them, her eyebrows lifting as she felt his impressive load slosh
in the hairy sacs. Carson hauled Wanda back by the hips and
wedged his cockhead into her open pussyslot. The fat slab
vanished and her slick, pink cuntlips snapped tight, collaring
his thick stalk, rippling and pulling on his cockmeat. He paused
again, his prickknob buried and his long, fat cockrod standing
out between his loins and her groin. Molly, perhaps figuring that
some further lubrication was required, or perhaps   just because
her tongue was hot, pushed her face in and began to slobber into
her sister's pussy and onto Carson's cock and balls. She ran her
tongue up the crack of Wanda's ass and dipped it into the girl's
puckered brown asshole. Her saliva flowed down the crack and
streamed into Wanda's crotch. With this added lubrication, Carson
began to inch the rest of his prick into the girl. Her tight
cunttunnel slowly spread to accommodate the bulk of his iron hard
prick. Wanda squirmed and wriggled, jammed her ass back, yearning
to be impaled on his cockmeat. He watched his stalk vanish up
that tight but pliable cuntslot. Her cuntmuscles were sucking on
his prick, drawing him ever deeper. Carson was amazed at the
elasticity of that young pussy. His cockshaft looked wider than
her slim hips and yet the fucking thing was steadily disappearing
into her pussyhole!

With a heave, he buried the last inches. His balls slapped
against her cuntmound and her pink pussylips spread out,
plastered around the thick root of his cock. He held it all up
inside her for a moment while the thrilled girl jerked and
twisted on his prick like a fish on a gaff. Then he started to
draw back out. At first the fit was so tight that, instead of
pulling his prick out of her cunt, he simply dragged her ass and
hips back with him. But then he tightened his grip on her hips
and began to push-pull her, hauling her back onto his cock as he
thrust in, then shoving her away as he drew the huge prick out.
He pulled out until only his cockhead was stuck in her slot, then
whipped it all back into her. Her trim little ass was jammed
upward as his prick filled her. Wanda wailed with joy. It was the
biggest prick that the teenager bad ever had up her cunt--since
the pony's prick wouldn't fit in her--and she adored the
sensation of having her hot little cunthole stuffed to t  he brim
with hot, hard prickmeat. Carson began a slow, steady fucking
that drove the wanton little minx wild. She churned and thrashed
on his cocks gurgling and gasping. Ramming in to the hilt, Carson
heard the girl gulp. He wondered if his huge prick was running
right into her throat, choking her from inside her gullets He
pulled out and slammed in again, feeding her a long, rippling
stroke that caused her to vibrate. Molly watched that thick
cockrod vanish, then reappear, licking her lips appreciatively.
The twin slid in and began to lick around the edges. She knelt
behind Carson and stuck her tongue up into his asshole, rimming
his brown eye moistly. Then she slipped between them and tongued
out her sister's ass for a moment, purring happily as she savored
the tangy taste of her twin's dark asshole. Her frothy saliva
poured down and blended with Wanda's cuntjuice. Molly was going
mad as she lapped and licked around the coupling. She turned onto
her back and slid her head  up under the doggy- fucking couple.
Fitting her parted lips !  around t he underside of Carson's
prick, she let his prickrod slide through her mouth enroute to
her sister's cunthole. Carson's stalk pulled out, drenched with
pussynectar, then plunged back in soaking with saliva. Molly
tilted her head higher and began to suck on cock and cunt at the
same time, her parted lips clamped around her sister's clit,
Carson's cock sliding through as she slurped hungrily. Cuntjuice
ran down her cheeks and coated her tongue, dripping from his
prickrod and gushing from Wanda's creamy cuntslot. Carson jerked
back, almost turning Wanda's cunthole inside out as her tunnel
dragged on his retreating cockmeat. Molly lapped at those pink
cuntlips. Then he plowed in again, stuffing her to the brim, and
Molly tongued his balls. He felt Wanda's cunt ripple and pulse as
her loins began to melt on his giant cunt stuffer. More
pussyjuice gushed out and his prick began to slide in and out
faster as her trim cunthole oiled itself on that creamy
lubrication. He wanted to com  e with the girl as she creamed. He
began pounding the prick to her violently, shaking her slender,
kneeling body and rattling her bones. His belly whacked against
the curve of her ass and his balls slapped into her crotch.

"Gonna shoot!" he gasped.

"Yeah! Come in her cunt!" Molly wailed. Wanda slammed back, her
pussy creaming steadily. Carson slammed his cock into her,
pounding her to jelly. His scumbags lurched and ballooned, held
for a moment, then blew. His jism shot out with such force that
his ass was slammed back on the recoil. The steaming hot slime
hosed into Wanda's cunt like a liquid cannonball and the girl
screamed with lust as she felt his fuckjuice flood her. Wanda
whipped her ass around, her cunt sucking the scum out of his cock
and balls as her own cum cream flowed into the stuffed hole in
slimy rivers. Their mingled juices pumped out of her cuntslot and
her sister eagerly tongued up the overflow. Carson, shaking and
groaning, poured the prick to the girl violently, emptying his
cock and balls in spurt after steaming spurt. The last of his
fuckjuice squirted up her hole. Carson swayed, dazed by his
mind-blowing orgasm. He slowly toppled over onto his ass and, his
huge prick, turned semi-hard, pulled out o  f her clutching pussy
and flopped up to slap him on the belly. Wanda slid belly down in
the grass, her legs apart, steam and smoke drifting out of her
pussy and cum and cuntjuice pouring down from her open cuntslot.
Molly leaned over Carson, taking his slimy prick into her mouth
and sucking the sweet juices from his cockmeat. She lapped his
balls, gathering up the overflow. Then the naughty twin turned to
her well- fucked sister and, clamping her hot mouth over Wanda's
creamy cunt gash, began to swallow the hot, thick blend of jism
and pussyjuice out of her fuckhole. Watching this, Carson felt
his prick ripple, then snap back toward a brand new hard-on. He
grinned happily. Molly sucked merrily away on Wanda's cunt and
Carson's prick loomed up, higher and higher and harder and
harder, ready for the next happy episode. It dawned on him,
vaguely, that he had not yet found the elusive white stag. Fuck
the stag, he thought. And it was ironic that he should have
thought in just th  ose terms because that was exactly what his
wife was doing .!  ..

CHAPTER 11

There were two different paths down to the salt lick and
Catherine, leaving her dog and her son both in a state of
exhaustion from her insatiable sexual appetites, had by chance
chosen the second one so that she did not happen upon her husband
and the randy teenaged twins and the stout pony. If she had, it
might well have been a different story, and every bit as
interesting, but with a different cast playing the randy roles
and linking up in the depraved combinations. As it was, Catherine
followed the other trail, branching away from the stream as she
hurried to the salt lick. She expected to find her husband
lurking there and intended to demand some cock from the negligent
fellow. As she moved through the forest, the woman was glowing
with desire, radiant with passion. The things she had done with
the Alsatian and then with her teenaged son had, she knew, been
wicked and depraved--yet they were all the more exciting because
they were so very naughty. She knew, too, that she  would be
sucking and fucking with both the doggy and the boy again, in the
near future, and that prospect was turning her on tremendously.
Catherine had creamed time and again as she cavorted with the
beast and frolicked with her son and yet, despite her multiple
orgasms, the over- sexed woman was hornier than ever, her lust
inspired as much by the memory of her sins as by any physical
need. Her cunt was steaming and flaring between her thighs at
every stride and she felt as if her hot flesh must be luminous in
the dark shadows of the woodlands. Soon she broke out of the
undergrowth and stood by the salt lick. It was a natural lick, a
streak of mineral running down a flat slab of grey rock that
thrust up from the earth. Catherine stood in the clearing,
looking this way and that, surprised that her husband was not
there. Thinking he might be hiding so as not to frighten off the
stag, she called out his name but got no response. Damn, she
thought. He must have spotted that fuc  king stag and chased off
after it, and here I am with a hot !  pussy an d not a single
fucking cock in sight!

She decided to wait, hoping that Carson would soon return.
Adjacent to the vertical salt lick, there was a cleft in the
rock, with a horizontal table or shelf running along it.
Catherine sat on this stone ledge, her trim ass perched on the
edge and her long, shapely legs trailing down to the ground. Her
thighs were parted and she was very, very aware of her pussy,
smoldering between her legs. She waited for ten minutes,
frustrated and horny and annoyed with Carson for not being there.
She thought about returning to the cabin, in hopes that Rex or
Tommy might have recovered enough to throw some more stiff prick
into her. But they had both been drained and, besides, it was
possible that Carson might have gone back to the cabin by this
time, along the other trail, and she could hardly enjoy
bestiality or incest with her husband there, nor could she very
well get fucked by Carson with the cabin occupied by her other
unholy lovers. Catherine decided to give herself a finger-fuckin
g. She pulled her skirt up above her waist. She hadn't bothered
to put any panties on, figuring she'd just have to take them off
again, and her naked cunt steamed in the cool mountain air.
Reaching down with both hands, she began to fondle her cuntlips
and clit and to slip two fingers up inside her slippery cuntgash.
Her ass and hips jerked on the stony perch and she moaned softly
at her own caress and from out of her horny groins and the
fragrance of her hot pussy which drifted across the clearing and
into the trees ... And to the sensitive nostrils of the white
stag!

The stag had been coming warily to the salt lick and, when he got
a whiff of that steaming hot aroma, the beast halted, his
nostrils flaring. He was a magnificent creature, pure white but
for his black nose and the black head of his prick, which came
slowly sliding out from its sheath as that sweet cunt scent
registered on his mind and body. The wild beast tossed his noble
head, the huge rack of his antlers jerking upwards. His black
nose quivered, the black head of his cock flared out and the rest
of his brawny white body rippled and trembled with sinew and
muscle and arousal. The scent was human, the stag knew, but it
carried none of the usual danger signs. The saline sweat was not
that of a male hunter, nor was there any of the sharp tang of
metal that meant a gun. Curious as well as aroused, the beast
slowly advanced to the clearing and gazing at the salt lick and
at the woman who was busily frigging her cunt on the ledge beside
that lick. The stag was both timid, as a wi  ld creature, and
bold and brave, by his noble nature. He hesitated for a few
moments, detected no signs of danger, none of the carnivore scent
of the male human, and then, with a toss of his horned head,
moved into the clearing. Catherine gasped when she saw the huge
brute approaching her. His horns looked lethal and his hooves
intimidating. His massive body was taut and powerful. Her first
inclination was to flee and her legs tensed, ready to run. But
then she realized that there was no way she could outrun a stag
and thought that flight might well inspire pursuit. Maybe it
would be best to stay right where she was, motionless and--and-
-then she saw the stag's prick!

Catherine blinked and then, slowly, she smiled. She understood
immediately what that massive hard on signified.. The magnificent
beast must have gotten the scent of her pussy as she frigged it
and, like the Alsatian had, earlier, had responded according to
his bestial instincts to the aroma of her sex. There was no
danger from the stag, she knew. But there might well be a lot of
pleasure. Her husband had been stalking the stag and now
Catherine trembled at the thought of letting the stag stalk her
as she gazed in fascination at the stalk in question. His prick
was long and thick, the rod hairy and white and the knob slick
and black. His scumbags were bloated at the roots, his pisshole
parted at the tip. It was a sight that brought joy to the
insatiable animal lover's heart, pleasure to her eyes, and a hot
ripple of lust to her cunt. Catherine spread her legs wide apart,
settled back on the rock shelf, and waited, holding her breath.
The stag approached nervously, shying and p  rancing. He turned
sideways on dancing hooves and she saw the length of his glorious
cock in profile. It caused her to whimper. The brute moved closer
and, ignoring her for a moment, perhaps in some ritual of stag
seduction--he thrust his muzzle out and ran his tongue up the
saline streak of the salt lick. But although the beast generally
lusted for salt, that mineral lick held no thrill for him today,
nor could it distract him from the far more fascinating and
lickable object that was smoldering between those human thighs.
Moving slowly so as not to startle him, Catherine spread her
pussylips open with her fingers. She tilted her crotch upwards,
holding her cuntslot spread in a creamy oval. The fragrance of
her loins wafted out more heavily and the beast snorted and
sniffed. His long tongue ran up the salt streak once again, then
the huge brute sidestepped and stood directly in front of the
woman, scenting the compelling drift of her pussy. He lowered his
head, his heavy ra  ck spiking the air then pushed his head in.
Catherine graspe!  d the st ag's antlers with both hands,
clinging to his rack, both so that those pointed prongs would not
gore her--and also so that she could drag his head into her
groin. The stag bellowed, his haunches lurched and his flanks
heaved. His tongue shot out and lapped upwards, just as it had
lapped at the salt lick. The horny beast tasted Catherine's own
salty lick with a long, fluttering stroke. His hot breath steamed
into her open cunthole and Catherine gasped and moaned. The beast
pressed his dark nose against her, shooting his tongue up inside
her pussy to lap hungrily at the wet inner folds. She clung to
his antlers and ground her cunt against his snout, her ass
churning on the rock ledge. She could feel the enormous power in
his thick neck as he arched his head. She felt as if she were
mounted on his like a trophy in reverse, hung on his proud rack,
stuffed by his tongue. Catherine slid one foot under him and
stroked her instep along his jutting cockshaft, feeling the hard
meat thr  ob against her ankle. The stag was licking happily
away, relishing that hairy salt lick. His tongue felt so lovely
that the horny blonde was tempted to let him carry on until she
creamed. But the way his prick was throbbing and hammering
against her stroking foot was sending waves of lust through her
and, good as his tongue was, she knew that his cock would feel
even better as the mighty beast pumped it to her pussy. His
antlers were iron hard and tossing in her hands but his cock was
every bit as hard as it tossed under his loins, stroking up her
ankle and calf. She heaved her ass up from the rock, letting the
cunt-hungry beast slap his wet tongue deep up her pussyhole one
more time. Her pussylips slurped on his moist lapper. Then she
settled down and dragged the brute's head out of her crotch. His
wet muzzle was stuck in her cuntslot and she had to haul him up
with all her strength, yanking at his horns. His head came up
slowly, a dribble of pussy juice hanging from his ja  w. He eyed
her with a big, gentle eye, maybe wondering why s!  he had d
ragged him away from that creamy feeding grounds. But then
Catherine rubbed her foot along the length of his prick again,
caressing his hard cockmeat from the black crown to his swollen
balls, and the stag realized that a greater delight then feeding
awaited him in her steaming groin. The brute lowered his powerful
haunches, paused, then sprang up onto the rock ledge with his
front legs. His hooves clattered on the hard stone. His stubby
white tail flashed behind his ass and his hind feet pawed at the
earth. His massive cock was jutting out, angled up along the
woman's arched torso. The dark meat of his naked, glistening
cockhead was flaring right in front of her face and Catherine
gasped and ducked down to lick at the stag's sweet cockmeat. Her
tongue slid over his prick and she purred with pleasure as the
taste of venison tingled on her excited tastebuds. Stag prick was
richer and muskier than human prick or doggy prick. It had a
spicy flavor that thrilled her to the core.  She sucked his fat
black cock knob into her lips and nursed hungrily on it. Just as
she had been tempted to cream on the stag's tongue when he was
lapping her pussy, now Catherine, savoring that succulent
mouthful, was tempted to let the horny beast shoot in her mouth.
But, once again, she resisted the oral urge, yearning to feel
that stag stalk in her cunthole. A glob of stag spunk oozed onto
her flashing tongue. Catherine swallowed the slime, gasped, then
drew her wet lips off the smoking head of his prick. Again the
stag eyed her, perplexed by the behavior of a human. No doe had
ever sucked his cock. Catherine grasped his stout prick in both
hands, forcing the cock knob down into her crotch as she hiked up
from the ledge. The big black slab of dripping cockhead wedged
into her pussyslot. The stag bellowed and snorted, standing
steady, poised at the entrance to her loins, his flanks heaving
in and out as violently as if he had been fleeing from a pack of
ravished wolves. C  atherine held his cock against her pussy with
one hand and s!  pread he r cuntlips open around the tip hwith
the other. When he felt the tip of his vibrating prick slip into
her hot, slippery cunthole, the stag jolted and shuddered. The
dumb brute had never had a fuck face-to-face before, but that
pussy was sucking on his cockhead and he knew instinctively what
to do. His hairy haunches dipped down, he hesitated, trembling,
then humped savagely. His massive cockhead went slamming into the
woman's cunthole, lifting her ass off the ledge. The huge slab
plowed as deep up her cunt tunnel as any object had even been and
the thick stalk plunged in its wake, filling her cunthole. The
stag held his prick buried on her for a long moment as her cunt
walls molded around the hard outline, sucking and pulling.
Catherine clung to his antlers, her lush body shaking, her loins
so full of stag meat that her eyes were watering. She felt
stuffed and mounted. Then the beast drew out and Catherine
twisted her hips around on his retreating prick. As he slammed in
again  , she jerked her crotch down to meet him, supporting
herself by her grip on his horny rack, letting his prick tilt her
ass up from the rock. His first stroke was tentative. Her cunt
fit so tightly around his prick that he had to wedge into her.
Then her elastic pussyhole rippled and fluttered and loosened and
the horny beast began to pour the cock to her with savage,
unbridled violence. Catherine was being shaken apart on his huge
prick, jolted up and down and tossed this way and that. Her cunt
slid up and down on his relentless cockshaft, her ass banging on
the ledge and on the stone slab at her back. The stag was fucking
her right up the rock face, lifting her insignificant weight
easily on his mighty meaty prick. Catherine cried out, half in
alarm and half in ecstasy. She was afraid that the gigantic beast
was going to shatter her bones and dislodge her vital organs, and
yet it felt so wonderful to have that tremendous cock stuffing
her so wide and so deep that any amount   of physical trauma was
a small price to pay for the bliss o!  f it. It  hurt a bit, as
he spread her cuntwalls out, but the pain was nothing, just a
tingle that added a new dimension to the thrill of it. Abandoned
to desire, the horny woman threw her legs up, hooking her knees
around the beast's powerful shoulders and clamping her smooth
thighs around his muscular neck. Clinging to his horns with both
hands and holding his thick neck in a scissors grip between her
thighs, Catherine was lifted right off the rock ledge. She was
suspended on the beast's neck--and on his prick. The stag began
to prance around the clearing, tossing his head, his haunches
humping steadily, fucking Catherine in and out with every thrust
and every stride. She shot up in the air as his cock filled her,
then dipped down, her ass swinging from side to side, as the stag
withdrew his prick. She pumped in counterpoint, tightening her
thigh muscles and pulling her cunthole onto his stag stalk as he
plunged into her, then relaxing and letting him draw out, while
her hips twiste  d and she wound her pussy tunnel around on his
sliding cockshaft. Catherine cried out aloud as her pussy began
to melt. As her cum juices flowed, the stag drove into her with
renewed violence, scenting her coming as his own coming neared
the crest. He slammed his head up and jammed his loins out and,
with a mighty bellow, his balls blew and his smoking hot stag
slime poured into her cunt. The beast pumped the fuckjuice up her
scum hole in spurt after spurt and each time he hosed her with
jism, Catherine wailed and her clit exploded and her pussyhole
melted again. She lost all track of time as the potent stag
humped steadily away, swinging her lithe body in and out on his
neck and on the spike of his prick. At long last the beast
snorted and slowed. Catherine hung suspended on his cock for a
few minutes. Then the mighty cockrod began to sink a lower angle.
His prick was still rock hard and still jammed up Catherine's
cunthole, but it was slowly drooping down towards the groun  d,
no longer standing at the horizontal. Catherine began to !  slide
do wn his descending cockshaft. Her cunthole clutched and gripped
and sucked through every precious inch and her ass swung from
side to side. Then she slipped off the big black prickknob and
bounced on her ass in the grass. The stag stood over her,
regarding her and shaking his horned head in wonderment,
marveling at how well a human's cunt could accommodate a stag's
prick and drain his balls. His cock, looping out from his loins
in a fat parabola, was drenched with cum and slathered with
cuntjuice, dripping and glistening. Catherine gazed at his
soaking cockmeat. She was thinking that her husband might come
upon the stag, later, and that the man would not want his
photographic art defiled by the residue of carnal lust. "Field
and Stream" would never publish pictures of a stag with a
slippery prick. Catherine felt that, because of her infidelity,
incest and bestiality, the least she could do would be to clean
the stag's cock up as a favor to her husband. She took the head
of his   prick into her mouth and sucked off all that
non-photogenic slime, polishing the dark cockmeat to a luster--
and getting the taste for it--continued to suck until, in due
course, she found that she had another mouthful of stag cum to be
swallowed. This she gulped straight out of his loins. Catherine
was very satisfied, contented and smug when she returned to her
husband, son and doggy, all three of which were useful but could
not compare with the stag.

"Did you find the noble beast?" she asked Carson, who looked
exhausted and sort of sheepish, because of his futile quest, she
assumed.

"Naw," he muttered. "I waited at the salt lick all day but the
stag never came."

Catherine looked at her husband, wondering why he was telling her
such a lie. And a double lie, at that. Because Carson had not
been at the salt lick--and the noble stag had come ... twice!

The End


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