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 semitransparent
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 dressed,
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 sturdy 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 spread 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 switched
from tit to tit, licking and sucking. Her nipples expanded in her 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 the 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 electric currents up her sleek,
trembling thighs. Her heels drummed on the 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 head 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
spasm 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 fluttered.
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 pooled in the
center and dripped from the edges. He pushed his cold 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, lapping 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, lifting 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
down, 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 lust ran through her at the prospect. Catherine moved back from the
window 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 balls 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 of slime ran onto her hand, in the web between her thumb and
forefinger. 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 cockknob,
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 hand.
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
horny 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 down his
cock as if looking into the barrel of a gun. The dog’s fuckjuice 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 remorse, 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 wouldn’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 stag, 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 emptied 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 wasn’t a very erotic
fantasy but still that pulsing mouth looked 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 the bed and enjoy a long, leisurely hand-job in comfort. He tucked his semihard
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 her
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 mouthful 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. Catherine swallowed, 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 lovely 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 cumloving
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 lips. 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, ironhard
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 down 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
steaming 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. Catherine 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 like a pig roasting on a spit.
Her ass pumped back as she gorged 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 resolutely
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 with 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, pushpulling
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, spreading her cunthole out around the huge contours. For a moment,
Catherine 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, trickling 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 found that dog
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 mouth
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, mushroomshaped
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 were bloated 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
techniques 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 until 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 balls 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 hardon
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 face 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 him 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 wondrous 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 the 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 prick across her fuck nugget. Catherine cried out
with joy. His smoking cockhead was driving deep into her loins, and his thick, rockhard
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 the 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, creaming
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 slurped 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 spot.
It seemed a viable plan. The only thing was, unknown to Catherine, Carson had
never reached the salt lick. His search for the elusive white stag had been
interrupted in a very pleasant way.
CHAPTER 8
Leaving the cabin, Carson had cut through the woods and angled down to the
stream, further along and down current from where his son was jerking off on the
bank. Intent on seeking the stag, Carson failed to notice the thick globs of jism that
flowed along, bobbling on the surface of the water, nor the open-mouthed catfish that
nibbled at the stuff. He followed along a narrow trail, his camera ready, hoping to get
a picture that might be published in
“Field and Stream.” Although he had not had his customary fuck the night before, nor
this morning, Carson, unlike his over-sexed wife, was not feeling at all horny. But
that was a situation that was very soon going to be changed in a most dramatic
fashion. He rounded a bend in the trail and halted. The trees ahead bent over the
path on both sides, forming a leafy archway and through that archway a pony was
trotting towards him. A young blonde girl was astride the pony, riding bareback. For
an instant, Carson was puzzled, under the illusion that the girl had two heads. Then
he realized that the pony was being ridden double and that the rider behind looked
exactly like the one in front. Seeing the man blocking the trail, the lead rider drew
back on the reins and the sturdy pony clattered to a halt a few yards from Carson.
The pony snorted, twisting its neck from side to side and, from its back, the two girls
smiled. The twin in back had her head forward so that she was cheek to cheek with
her sister. The girls had short, curly, sunstreaked hair, wide set eyes, full, sensual
mouths, and freckles scattered across their cheeks. Their eyes were green as the
forest. Filtered sunlight dappled them. Carson noticed that the rider behind was
clinging to the one in front and that her hands had shifted up so that she was
cupping her identical sister’s plump tits. His prick gave a little ripple at that sight. But
Carson, who believed incest and lesbianism to be rare, supposed that the tit grip was
accidental. Both girls wore very short cut-off jeans, the denim dragged up into the
vee of their crotches. White cotton tee shirts molded their firm, thrusting tits. It was
an erotic sight! Carson thought, those two sexy, perfectly identical young girls seated
bareback astride the pony. But horseback riding was a good, clean, healthy sport,
and the innocent fellow was ashamed of himself for seeing the girls as sex symbols.
He stepped closer. The pony shied and nickered softly, tossing its head, its thick
mane flowing. The beast’s sturdy 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
hoof 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, lightheaded
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, purplecrowned
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-knob 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 cleavage. She 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 into
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 staring 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 gathered 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 things were not so very rare, of
course, and the man would have been amazed 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 cunthole.
“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 sensations
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 wave 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 the 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 the 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 the 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 come 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
of 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 wellfucked
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 those 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 fucking stag
and chased off after it, and here I am with a hot pussy and 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-fucking. 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 wild 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 prancing. 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 rack spiking the air then pushed
his head in. Catherine grasped the stag’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 throb 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 cunthungry
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 jaw. He eyed her with a big, gentle eye,
maybe wondering why she had dragged 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. Catherine held his cock against her pussy
with one hand and spread her 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 of 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 twisted 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 ground, no longer standing at
the horizontal. Catherine began to slide down 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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