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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.  Whitecotton
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 with 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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