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Things were back to normal in the morning.
By the time Caroline woke up, Jonathon was already dressing to go to
the office--and to the charms of his secretary--and Caroline did not
get a morning fuck or suck. As always, she was randy and feeling
frustrated. She stayed in bed after Jonathon left, but although she
rubbed her cunt for awhile, she couldn't really concentrate on the job.
She kept thinking about the elk hound.
After awhile she got up and dressed.
Screwing up her nerve, she went to call on Helen Ramsey.
The redhead did not seem particularly surprised by the unexpected visit
and she asked Caroline in. They sat in the front room. Caroline was
nervous, not sure how to begin.
Helen seemed to realize this because she looked amused and she waited
for Caroline to broach the subject.
At last, clearing her throat, Caroline said, "I understand that Darleen
has told you that she and I--well--"
"She had told me that you suck each other off," Helen said, getting
right to the crux of the matter.
Caroline blushed.
She loved cuntsucking but she still felt embarrassed.
She stammered, "Well, yes--but--"
"She wanted to suck me off, too," Helen said. "I don't fool around with
girls, but I don't see anything wrong with it, either. So if you're
afraid that I might gossip or something--"
"No, I wanted to explain, to make sure that you didn't have the wrong
idea. That is, well, Darleen and I are happily married women. We aren't
lesbians. We do eat each other out, but it's all just harmless fun,
just making each other feel good."
Helen nodded.
Then she said, "And I suppose that Darleen has told you about my
particular amusements?"
"She told me about your dog."
Helen tilted an eyebrow.
"Does it shock you?" she asked.
"It fascinates me," admitted Caroline.
"It certainly fascinated Darleen," said Helen. "That little nymph has
been balling my elk hound more than I have, now that she's started.
It's almost enough to make me jealous."
She laughed to show she wasn't really serious.
Caroline laughed too and said, "Well, it made me jealous as well. First
I supposed that you and Darleen were giving each other head, until she
explained--but I still haven't been getting enough tongue from her, now
that she's into fucking dogs."
Helen gave Caroline a speculative look.
"What to try it?" she asked.
Caroline blushed. She sure as hell did want to try it, but she was
reluctant to admit it.
"I--I'm not sure if--"
Helen knew full well that the other woman was eager to try a dog's
prick, but ashamed to openly admit it. Helen said, "Why I asked--I have
to go out this morning and my elk hound hasn't had his cock and balls
emptied. So if you were interested."
Oh! thought Caroline.
This was better than she had hoped for. She wanted to fuck the dog, no
doubt of that, but she wasn't sure that she wanted to do it while
another woman was watching her. If she could fuck the big brute in
private, that would be much better. She would be able to do whatever
she wanted without feeling self-conscious about it. The dog, after all,
could never tell on her.
"I-I might."
"Sure, honey. Why don't you stay here with Old Blue? Then you can do
it, or not, and no one will ever know unless you tell them. Well, I'll
know, I suppose, if he's still horny when I get back. But I won't know
for sure what you did. I mean, you might just jack him off or
something. And I'll be grateful to you, too, because I don't expect to
be feeling like fucking when I get home."
She smiled impishly.
"I have a date with a Doberman," she added.
Caroline felt bemused by the situation. It seemed incredible to her
that she had actually come over here with the intention of committing
an act of b********y, that she could possibly fuck an a****l. And yet
her pussy was smoldering for a hunk of a hound's meat. She sat there
rather primly as Helen left the room. Helen returned with the elk
hound.
It was a big, handsome brute with a blunt muzzle and intelligent yellow
eyes. Its coat was gunmetal grey. And, swaying under its belly, was the
gigantic prick that Darleen had so highly praised. His cock wasn't
erect at the moment, but even soft his prick was a massive hunk of
cock, and it was evident that Helen had told the truth when she had
said that his balls had not been drained yet that day, for they were
swollen up like over inflated balloons.
The handsome dog gazed speculatively back and forth between his
mistress and this new human bitch.
"This is Old Blue," said Helen as if introducing them. Caroline
wondered if she was supposed to shake his paw.
"I'm sure you two will get on famously together," said the redhead,
grinning. "And enjoy yourself, Caroline."
"I know I will," Caroline whispered, no longer attempting to conceal
her desires as she gazed at the powerful canine.
Helen went to the front door. She looked back once, smiling. Then she
went out. Caroline wondered if she really did have a date with a
Doberman. Did she actually arrange such things in advance? That seemed
more wicked than if they just happened on impulse. A girl with a hot
cunt was liable to do things that she would never do if her cunt wasn't
hot, and arranging to fuck a dog seemed a cold-blooded sort of
depravity. Still, Caroline had to admit that she had come over with
that in mind, hoping that it would work out that way.
Helen's departure was perfect for Caroline's purposes. Alone with the
big dog, she could misbehave as much as she wished without being
hampered by inhibitions. She wondered if maybe that was the real reason
why Helen had gone out. Perhaps the redhead realized that Caroline
would be more comfortable about having her first dog fuck if it were
done in privacy, and had gone out of kindness. Well, if that were so,
Caroline was certainly grateful.
Now, left alone with the elk hound, Caroline figured that there was no
sense in hesitating. She fully intended to screw the brute and there
was no point in fooling herself that it was otherwise, deceiving
herself that it just happened on impulse instead of by design.
She stood up and took her clothing off.
The hound watched with interest.
His long, pink tongue lolled out over his gleaming fangs and his
powerful chest began to expand as his breathing became vigorous. The
fat slab of his prick began to swell.
Naked, Caroline sat down again, her legs extended, her thighs apart.
She figured that the dog knew more about these things than she did and
waited for him to take the initiative.
Old Blue walked over nonchalantly, like some canine Lothario on casual
conquest, confident of his powers of seduction and playing it cool.
Caroline began to tremble as the brute approached.
Old Blue was well trained. Helen had taught him these tricks from the
time he was little more than a puppy, and he had often thanked his
lucky stars that he had been bought by such a wonderful mistress. Old
Blue was no fool. He knew that, had fate not been so kind to him, he
might have been bought by a hunter and have to spend his life chasing
fucking elk around the woods.
His long, hot tongue came out.
He slurped up Caroline's crotch.
"Oooooh!" she cried when she felt that wet, slippery tongue slowly
glide up her open pussy slot and across her throbbing clit. She
squirmed down, her ass on the very edge of the seat, grinding her groin
against the dog's surging tongue. He continued to lap merrily away,
scooping tonguefuls of cuntjuice out of her flooded cunt hole. Caroline
reached down and used her fingers to spread her pussylips wide open, so
that the cunt hungry hound could slurp far up her cunt tunnel. She
threw her head back, her face switching from side to side, her
expression a mask of passion. She looked down, seeing the dog framed by
her rising tits and the gentle slope of her thrusting belly. She
watched his hot tongue flash as it caressed her cunt. A mist of pussy
juice sprayed out. Caroline threw her legs around the dog's sturdy
shoulders, clamping him to her cunt. Then she opened her legs wide
again, not sure which position suited her best. But Caroline didn't
give a damn how she was placed--she would have swung from a chandelier
as long as that hot tongue was playing over her pussy.
She hooked her legs around him again.
This time her heels slid down and she began to rub the elk hound's cock
between her feet. He lifted his head.
Caroline whimpered. She didn't want him to stop tonguing her cunt, and
yet she was eager to get at his prick, too. She wondered vaguely if it
would be possible to sixty-nine with a dog.
Then Old Blue gave a little lunge and sprang up, his forepaws on the
chair, on either side of Caroline's writhing pelvis. His hindquarters
were taut and trembling, his hindlegs braced on the floor, and his
mighty cock, fully erect now, loomed out in a meaty tower over
Caroline's belly. His tongue was hanging out. Cuntjuice dripped from
the tip.
Caroline stared at the head of his prick. His cock had come squeezing
out from the fat, hairy sheath, his foreskin drawn tightly back so that
the prick-knob flared. That big slab of cock was bright red, almost
glowing like a lightbulb. The tip was gaping open and she could see a
few milky drops of pre-spunk glistening on the tip. The sight was
causing the horny blonde to drool. She didn't know what she wanted
most--a cuntful or a mouthful.
She remembered that Darleen had blown the dog and had let him come in
her mouth, and the thought was a potent appetizer. His cock looked
absolutely delicious. She still figured that sucking a dog's prick was
awfully depraved, even naughtier than getting fucked up the cunt, but
that only added to the wild thrill of the idea.
Old Blue humped, his cock plowing the air impatiently.
He loved getting his cock sucked.
He loved fucking women, too, but fucking a woman was not awfully
different from fucking a female dog. Their cunts felt pretty much the
same. But Old Blue had never yet met a bitch that knew how to suck a
cock the way a human woman could. He knew a French poodle who liked to
lick his cock but even she didn't take his prick into her mouth and
give his cock a thorough milking. Human girls were lucky to have hands
with opposing thumbs and lips that could pull on the head of a prick--
and Old Blue was lucky to know a few of them.
Caroline folded her fist around the root of his cock.
She arched her back and bent his iron-hard prick down slightly and
began to rub his cockhead against her tits. She brushed her nipples
with the glowing cock, then slipped his prick into her cleavage. Old
Blue humped, fucking her between the tits. His cockhead was flowing
with scum now, laying a creamy trail up her breastbone, glistening like
the track of a snail. When she released the prick stalk, his cockhead
snapped up again, and a ribbon of Jism spun out like a suspension
bridge made of silk, fastening his swollen cockhead to her nipple. The
whole tip of his prick-knob was slathered with spunk by this time.
Thick drops oozed from the cleft and ran sluggishly down the glistening
cockshaft.
When Caroline saw that, she knew that she simply had to take his prick
in her mouth. The sight of that canine cum was driving her mad.
She knew how tasty dog cum was because she had drunk a lot out of
Darleen's cunt, and she figured that the stuff would be even more
delicious when she was drinking straight out of a pounding prick.
She squirmed down lower.
The dog's swollen balls dragged over her thrusting tits and the head of
his cock pushed into her face.
Caroline kissed the tip.
She fluttered her tongue over cockhead, gathering up some of that
slippery slime onto her taste buds.
She drew back for a moment, savoring the first taste while Old Blue
humped impatiently, plowing his cock at her head. The elk hound was not
interested in foreplay, he wanted to get his rocks off with dispatch,
to fuck his prick between those sweet lips and fill that hot mouth with
his smoking cockmeat.
Caroline lowered her face again.
Her lips were pursed but not parted, and the head of the hound's cock
pumped against them, trying to lever them apart, to fuck into her
mouth. She licked the glistening tip again, kissed his prick lovingly,
then slowly let her lips part around his cock. Old Blue whined as he
felt the hot head of his cock slide into her mouth. Caroline was
whining as she savored her first mouthful of dog prick. She took the
whole smoking cock-knob in and her lips clamped tightly closed behind
the tasty nugget of hot, slippery prickmeat.
She began to suck. Her cheeks hollowed in and her lips pulled. The
dog's cockhead swelled more, growing so large that her cheeks were
pressed against his prickhead on both sides. She sucked deeply, as if
she were trying to inhale his prick right down into her lungs. Her
tongue was sliding around against the underside of the swollen cock and
cum was running steadily into her mouth. The dog humped, fucking into
her face. Caroline was half crazed by the joy of feeling a dog's cock
slide in and out between her lips and over her flashing tongue. Her
mouth was wide open now and his prick-knob was so swollen that she
thought they might be stuck together, that she could not open her jaw
wide enough to disgorge that mouthful even if she wanted to. But that
was the last thing that the cock-hungry girl wanted. She knew that she
would have to empty the elk hound's cock and balls before she removed
his prick from her mouth, and what a delightful prospect that was!
A jet of jism hit the back of her throat.
For a moment, she thought that the dog had come, and she was
disappointed. She wanted to swallow his joy juice, certainly, but she
wanted to enjoy a prolonged mouthing on that cockmeat first. But his
cockhead remained swollen and vibrant, and she realized that it had
only been a little preliminary geyser that had hosed her gullet, that
there was a lot more of the lovely stuff to come.
She twisted her mouth around on his cockhead, screwing his prick into
her face. Her tongue folded into a soft bridge under him, a red carpet
over which his cockhead could slide. She reached down and cupped his
bloated balls in one hand, squeezing gently, as if trying to force the
spunk out. Her other hand wrapped around the root of his cockshaft,
holding him steady, dragging the sheath back so that the prick-knob
flared between her lips. Then, eager to drink his hot, thick load, she
began to frig his prick up and down steadily. Her fist rose up and
bumped against her sucking lips, then pushed back down to his balls.
Old Blue was fucking frantically now, fucking through her fist and past
her lips and over her tongue and into her throat.
Her mouth was awash with jism, heralding the huge dose to come.
"Ummmmm," she purred, sucking. "Unghhh." His cockhead wedged into her
gullet.
She could tell that the powerful elk hound was almost ready to shoot
his load. His cockhead was pulsating wildly and his prickshaft was
hammering as he fucked in and out. His balls felt ready to explode in
her hand. She squeezed his balls and frigged his prick stalk and sucked
on his cockhead and waited hungrily for his juice.
Old Blue howled.
His balls spread out, then collapsed and the thick sap rushed up his
prick stalk and burst from his cock-knob. Caroline gurgled as that
steaming hot geyser spurted into her mouth.
She gulped the slimy stuff down voraciously, making room for more. And
the elk hound obliged by pouring another abundant spurt into her
throat. There was too much of the stuff to swallow. She was gulping it
down but her mouth was full. It overflowed her lips and trickled down
her chin. She kept sucking, milking the dog's cock to the bone. Her
hand frigged up and down, pumping the fuck juice from his prick, and
her tongue laved the spurt mg cock-knob while her lips continued to
pull and drag on his big slab of prickmeat.
At last the brute was drained.
He slowed, fucking erratically into her mouth for awhile, then stopped
the movement and stood rigid, trembling with the after effects of his
mighty climax.
Caroline continued to tongue and suck to make sure that she had pulled
every precious drop of cum out of him.
His cock was starting to shrink in her mouth. But that was not at all
what Caroline wanted. She had had her mouthful, and had relished it,
but now she was more determined than ever to enjoy a cuntful of canine
cock and cum.
Her hand stroked and she sucked devotedly. In a moment, his big prick
began to expand again. Caroline sucked him up into a brand new hard-on,
as swollen and as urgent as his cock had been before he'd come.
Caroline was thankful that the elk hound was potent.
Now it was time for her to experience her first doggy fuck. She pulled
her creamy lips and cum-soaked mouth away from the head of his prick
and prepared to get fucked by the dog.
By the time Caroline woke up, Jonathon was already dressing to go to
the office--and to the charms of his secretary--and Caroline did not
get a morning fuck or suck. As always, she was randy and feeling
frustrated. She stayed in bed after Jonathon left, but although she
rubbed her cunt for awhile, she couldn't really concentrate on the job.
She kept thinking about the elk hound.
After awhile she got up and dressed.
Screwing up her nerve, she went to call on Helen Ramsey.
The redhead did not seem particularly surprised by the unexpected visit
and she asked Caroline in. They sat in the front room. Caroline was
nervous, not sure how to begin.
Helen seemed to realize this because she looked amused and she waited
for Caroline to broach the subject.
At last, clearing her throat, Caroline said, "I understand that Darleen
has told you that she and I--well--"
"She had told me that you suck each other off," Helen said, getting
right to the crux of the matter.
Caroline blushed.
She loved cuntsucking but she still felt embarrassed.
She stammered, "Well, yes--but--"
"She wanted to suck me off, too," Helen said. "I don't fool around with
girls, but I don't see anything wrong with it, either. So if you're
afraid that I might gossip or something--"
"No, I wanted to explain, to make sure that you didn't have the wrong
idea. That is, well, Darleen and I are happily married women. We aren't
lesbians. We do eat each other out, but it's all just harmless fun,
just making each other feel good."
Helen nodded.
Then she said, "And I suppose that Darleen has told you about my
particular amusements?"
"She told me about your dog."
Helen tilted an eyebrow.
"Does it shock you?" she asked.
"It fascinates me," admitted Caroline.
"It certainly fascinated Darleen," said Helen. "That little nymph has
been balling my elk hound more than I have, now that she's started.
It's almost enough to make me jealous."
She laughed to show she wasn't really serious.
Caroline laughed too and said, "Well, it made me jealous as well. First
I supposed that you and Darleen were giving each other head, until she
explained--but I still haven't been getting enough tongue from her, now
that she's into fucking dogs."
Helen gave Caroline a speculative look.
"What to try it?" she asked.
Caroline blushed. She sure as hell did want to try it, but she was
reluctant to admit it.
"I--I'm not sure if--"
Helen knew full well that the other woman was eager to try a dog's
prick, but ashamed to openly admit it. Helen said, "Why I asked--I have
to go out this morning and my elk hound hasn't had his cock and balls
emptied. So if you were interested."
Oh! thought Caroline.
This was better than she had hoped for. She wanted to fuck the dog, no
doubt of that, but she wasn't sure that she wanted to do it while
another woman was watching her. If she could fuck the big brute in
private, that would be much better. She would be able to do whatever
she wanted without feeling self-conscious about it. The dog, after all,
could never tell on her.
"I-I might."
"Sure, honey. Why don't you stay here with Old Blue? Then you can do
it, or not, and no one will ever know unless you tell them. Well, I'll
know, I suppose, if he's still horny when I get back. But I won't know
for sure what you did. I mean, you might just jack him off or
something. And I'll be grateful to you, too, because I don't expect to
be feeling like fucking when I get home."
She smiled impishly.
"I have a date with a Doberman," she added.
Caroline felt bemused by the situation. It seemed incredible to her
that she had actually come over here with the intention of committing
an act of b********y, that she could possibly fuck an a****l. And yet
her pussy was smoldering for a hunk of a hound's meat. She sat there
rather primly as Helen left the room. Helen returned with the elk
hound.
It was a big, handsome brute with a blunt muzzle and intelligent yellow
eyes. Its coat was gunmetal grey. And, swaying under its belly, was the
gigantic prick that Darleen had so highly praised. His cock wasn't
erect at the moment, but even soft his prick was a massive hunk of
cock, and it was evident that Helen had told the truth when she had
said that his balls had not been drained yet that day, for they were
swollen up like over inflated balloons.
The handsome dog gazed speculatively back and forth between his
mistress and this new human bitch.
"This is Old Blue," said Helen as if introducing them. Caroline
wondered if she was supposed to shake his paw.
"I'm sure you two will get on famously together," said the redhead,
grinning. "And enjoy yourself, Caroline."
"I know I will," Caroline whispered, no longer attempting to conceal
her desires as she gazed at the powerful canine.
Helen went to the front door. She looked back once, smiling. Then she
went out. Caroline wondered if she really did have a date with a
Doberman. Did she actually arrange such things in advance? That seemed
more wicked than if they just happened on impulse. A girl with a hot
cunt was liable to do things that she would never do if her cunt wasn't
hot, and arranging to fuck a dog seemed a cold-blooded sort of
depravity. Still, Caroline had to admit that she had come over with
that in mind, hoping that it would work out that way.
Helen's departure was perfect for Caroline's purposes. Alone with the
big dog, she could misbehave as much as she wished without being
hampered by inhibitions. She wondered if maybe that was the real reason
why Helen had gone out. Perhaps the redhead realized that Caroline
would be more comfortable about having her first dog fuck if it were
done in privacy, and had gone out of kindness. Well, if that were so,
Caroline was certainly grateful.
Now, left alone with the elk hound, Caroline figured that there was no
sense in hesitating. She fully intended to screw the brute and there
was no point in fooling herself that it was otherwise, deceiving
herself that it just happened on impulse instead of by design.
She stood up and took her clothing off.
The hound watched with interest.
His long, pink tongue lolled out over his gleaming fangs and his
powerful chest began to expand as his breathing became vigorous. The
fat slab of his prick began to swell.
Naked, Caroline sat down again, her legs extended, her thighs apart.
She figured that the dog knew more about these things than she did and
waited for him to take the initiative.
Old Blue walked over nonchalantly, like some canine Lothario on casual
conquest, confident of his powers of seduction and playing it cool.
Caroline began to tremble as the brute approached.
Old Blue was well trained. Helen had taught him these tricks from the
time he was little more than a puppy, and he had often thanked his
lucky stars that he had been bought by such a wonderful mistress. Old
Blue was no fool. He knew that, had fate not been so kind to him, he
might have been bought by a hunter and have to spend his life chasing
fucking elk around the woods.
His long, hot tongue came out.
He slurped up Caroline's crotch.
"Oooooh!" she cried when she felt that wet, slippery tongue slowly
glide up her open pussy slot and across her throbbing clit. She
squirmed down, her ass on the very edge of the seat, grinding her groin
against the dog's surging tongue. He continued to lap merrily away,
scooping tonguefuls of cuntjuice out of her flooded cunt hole. Caroline
reached down and used her fingers to spread her pussylips wide open, so
that the cunt hungry hound could slurp far up her cunt tunnel. She
threw her head back, her face switching from side to side, her
expression a mask of passion. She looked down, seeing the dog framed by
her rising tits and the gentle slope of her thrusting belly. She
watched his hot tongue flash as it caressed her cunt. A mist of pussy
juice sprayed out. Caroline threw her legs around the dog's sturdy
shoulders, clamping him to her cunt. Then she opened her legs wide
again, not sure which position suited her best. But Caroline didn't
give a damn how she was placed--she would have swung from a chandelier
as long as that hot tongue was playing over her pussy.
She hooked her legs around him again.
This time her heels slid down and she began to rub the elk hound's cock
between her feet. He lifted his head.
Caroline whimpered. She didn't want him to stop tonguing her cunt, and
yet she was eager to get at his prick, too. She wondered vaguely if it
would be possible to sixty-nine with a dog.
Then Old Blue gave a little lunge and sprang up, his forepaws on the
chair, on either side of Caroline's writhing pelvis. His hindquarters
were taut and trembling, his hindlegs braced on the floor, and his
mighty cock, fully erect now, loomed out in a meaty tower over
Caroline's belly. His tongue was hanging out. Cuntjuice dripped from
the tip.
Caroline stared at the head of his prick. His cock had come squeezing
out from the fat, hairy sheath, his foreskin drawn tightly back so that
the prick-knob flared. That big slab of cock was bright red, almost
glowing like a lightbulb. The tip was gaping open and she could see a
few milky drops of pre-spunk glistening on the tip. The sight was
causing the horny blonde to drool. She didn't know what she wanted
most--a cuntful or a mouthful.
She remembered that Darleen had blown the dog and had let him come in
her mouth, and the thought was a potent appetizer. His cock looked
absolutely delicious. She still figured that sucking a dog's prick was
awfully depraved, even naughtier than getting fucked up the cunt, but
that only added to the wild thrill of the idea.
Old Blue humped, his cock plowing the air impatiently.
He loved getting his cock sucked.
He loved fucking women, too, but fucking a woman was not awfully
different from fucking a female dog. Their cunts felt pretty much the
same. But Old Blue had never yet met a bitch that knew how to suck a
cock the way a human woman could. He knew a French poodle who liked to
lick his cock but even she didn't take his prick into her mouth and
give his cock a thorough milking. Human girls were lucky to have hands
with opposing thumbs and lips that could pull on the head of a prick--
and Old Blue was lucky to know a few of them.
Caroline folded her fist around the root of his cock.
She arched her back and bent his iron-hard prick down slightly and
began to rub his cockhead against her tits. She brushed her nipples
with the glowing cock, then slipped his prick into her cleavage. Old
Blue humped, fucking her between the tits. His cockhead was flowing
with scum now, laying a creamy trail up her breastbone, glistening like
the track of a snail. When she released the prick stalk, his cockhead
snapped up again, and a ribbon of Jism spun out like a suspension
bridge made of silk, fastening his swollen cockhead to her nipple. The
whole tip of his prick-knob was slathered with spunk by this time.
Thick drops oozed from the cleft and ran sluggishly down the glistening
cockshaft.
When Caroline saw that, she knew that she simply had to take his prick
in her mouth. The sight of that canine cum was driving her mad.
She knew how tasty dog cum was because she had drunk a lot out of
Darleen's cunt, and she figured that the stuff would be even more
delicious when she was drinking straight out of a pounding prick.
She squirmed down lower.
The dog's swollen balls dragged over her thrusting tits and the head of
his cock pushed into her face.
Caroline kissed the tip.
She fluttered her tongue over cockhead, gathering up some of that
slippery slime onto her taste buds.
She drew back for a moment, savoring the first taste while Old Blue
humped impatiently, plowing his cock at her head. The elk hound was not
interested in foreplay, he wanted to get his rocks off with dispatch,
to fuck his prick between those sweet lips and fill that hot mouth with
his smoking cockmeat.
Caroline lowered her face again.
Her lips were pursed but not parted, and the head of the hound's cock
pumped against them, trying to lever them apart, to fuck into her
mouth. She licked the glistening tip again, kissed his prick lovingly,
then slowly let her lips part around his cock. Old Blue whined as he
felt the hot head of his cock slide into her mouth. Caroline was
whining as she savored her first mouthful of dog prick. She took the
whole smoking cock-knob in and her lips clamped tightly closed behind
the tasty nugget of hot, slippery prickmeat.
She began to suck. Her cheeks hollowed in and her lips pulled. The
dog's cockhead swelled more, growing so large that her cheeks were
pressed against his prickhead on both sides. She sucked deeply, as if
she were trying to inhale his prick right down into her lungs. Her
tongue was sliding around against the underside of the swollen cock and
cum was running steadily into her mouth. The dog humped, fucking into
her face. Caroline was half crazed by the joy of feeling a dog's cock
slide in and out between her lips and over her flashing tongue. Her
mouth was wide open now and his prick-knob was so swollen that she
thought they might be stuck together, that she could not open her jaw
wide enough to disgorge that mouthful even if she wanted to. But that
was the last thing that the cock-hungry girl wanted. She knew that she
would have to empty the elk hound's cock and balls before she removed
his prick from her mouth, and what a delightful prospect that was!
A jet of jism hit the back of her throat.
For a moment, she thought that the dog had come, and she was
disappointed. She wanted to swallow his joy juice, certainly, but she
wanted to enjoy a prolonged mouthing on that cockmeat first. But his
cockhead remained swollen and vibrant, and she realized that it had
only been a little preliminary geyser that had hosed her gullet, that
there was a lot more of the lovely stuff to come.
She twisted her mouth around on his cockhead, screwing his prick into
her face. Her tongue folded into a soft bridge under him, a red carpet
over which his cockhead could slide. She reached down and cupped his
bloated balls in one hand, squeezing gently, as if trying to force the
spunk out. Her other hand wrapped around the root of his cockshaft,
holding him steady, dragging the sheath back so that the prick-knob
flared between her lips. Then, eager to drink his hot, thick load, she
began to frig his prick up and down steadily. Her fist rose up and
bumped against her sucking lips, then pushed back down to his balls.
Old Blue was fucking frantically now, fucking through her fist and past
her lips and over her tongue and into her throat.
Her mouth was awash with jism, heralding the huge dose to come.
"Ummmmm," she purred, sucking. "Unghhh." His cockhead wedged into her
gullet.
She could tell that the powerful elk hound was almost ready to shoot
his load. His cockhead was pulsating wildly and his prickshaft was
hammering as he fucked in and out. His balls felt ready to explode in
her hand. She squeezed his balls and frigged his prick stalk and sucked
on his cockhead and waited hungrily for his juice.
Old Blue howled.
His balls spread out, then collapsed and the thick sap rushed up his
prick stalk and burst from his cock-knob. Caroline gurgled as that
steaming hot geyser spurted into her mouth.
She gulped the slimy stuff down voraciously, making room for more. And
the elk hound obliged by pouring another abundant spurt into her
throat. There was too much of the stuff to swallow. She was gulping it
down but her mouth was full. It overflowed her lips and trickled down
her chin. She kept sucking, milking the dog's cock to the bone. Her
hand frigged up and down, pumping the fuck juice from his prick, and
her tongue laved the spurt mg cock-knob while her lips continued to
pull and drag on his big slab of prickmeat.
At last the brute was drained.
He slowed, fucking erratically into her mouth for awhile, then stopped
the movement and stood rigid, trembling with the after effects of his
mighty climax.
Caroline continued to tongue and suck to make sure that she had pulled
every precious drop of cum out of him.
His cock was starting to shrink in her mouth. But that was not at all
what Caroline wanted. She had had her mouthful, and had relished it,
but now she was more determined than ever to enjoy a cuntful of canine
cock and cum.
Her hand stroked and she sucked devotedly. In a moment, his big prick
began to expand again. Caroline sucked him up into a brand new hard-on,
as swollen and as urgent as his cock had been before he'd come.
Caroline was thankful that the elk hound was potent.
Now it was time for her to experience her first doggy fuck. She pulled
her creamy lips and cum-soaked mouth away from the head of his prick
and prepared to get fucked by the dog.
Latisha
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