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WARNING:
This story is fiction, and should be treated as such.
The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY,
and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an
adult, or reading sex stories upset you, do not read any further.
I am NOT the author. I don't have the talent to write these
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The Wife's Wild Ass
By David Crane
Chapter 1
Caroline Stephens wondered if she were dreaming.
She was afraid to open her eyes, in case it was a dream and,
by waking up, she would end the lovely feeling. There was
certainly a dream-like quality to the sensations she was enjoying,
yet there was something of reality in them, as well.
It felt like someone was sucking on her tits.
Caroline stirred, her eyes still closed. She arched and
stretched languidly. She had certainly been sound asleep when the
feeling began, but she had a pretty good idea that she was awake
now--and that it was really happening. Still, she did not open
her eyes, nor give any sign that she was no longer slumbering.
She didn't want to do anything that might interrupt the pleasure
of this early morning caress.
Caroline loved to get fucked in the morning. Her husband,
Jonathon, had a big prick and he used his cock well enough, but he
was a night time fucker. He seldom had the energy or the time to
give Caroline any cock in the morning. For one thing, he was one
of those men who were useless before they had a couple of cups of
coffee, and, for another, he liked to sleep as late as possible,
and therefore usually had to rush off to work, so that there was
no time to return to bed after the coffee had got him stirring.
Today, hopefully, was different.
Still feigning slumber, Caroline shifted so that her hand
drifted across his lean, hairy belly.
This was real enough, certainly no dream.
This was no dream, no demon come in the night to, pour devil
cum into her welcoming cunt It was her husband sucking with loving
attention on her stiff tits. Caroline wondered, vaguely, what had
inspired him to feel sexy this morning, and why he had awakened
early enough to do something about it. But she didn't question it
too deeply--she was no woman to look a gift horse in the mouth.
And still, even now that she was convinced this was no dream,
Caroline was reluctant to show that she was awake and aware.
Maybe Jonathon had got turned on by the idea of making love to her
while she was asleep, of fucking her without her knowledge and,
perhaps, inspiring her to have a lovely erotic dream as he did so.
She turned her head to the side.
She fluttered her eyelids and looked out through the narrowed
slits, gazing at the window. She could judge the time by the
angle of the morning sunlight that streamed into the bedroom. She
was pleased to see that it was almost an hour earlier than they
usually awoke.
An hour's fucking was just what she needed!
Had they fucked the night before? For a moment, she could
not remember. They had been married for several years and had
fallen into a routine, so that one night blended in with the next,
pleasantly but without anything memorable happening.
Then she remembered that they had fucked and that Jonathon
had seemed hornier than usual.
Again she wondered, fleetingly, at this change in the man--
and again she did not question it too deeply.
She began to moan softly and to shift and squirm deliciously.
Jonathon was on his side, his head bending down as he mouthed her
nipples, switching back and forth between those explosive nuggets
of sensation. His hand rested on her lower belly, flat and open,
the fingers splayed out in the curly mound of her cunt hair. He
gave a little moan as he slurped a fat nipple between his lips.
His breath was hot on her tits. Caroline moved her hand down to
his groin and was overjoyed to find that his cock was swollen
enormously, rock hard and throbbing. His balls were bloated. She
cupped the cum-sac, squeezing lightly, then folded her fist around
the shaft of his prick and began to massage and caress his cock.
She skimmed very slowly up his prick, from root to crown, and
rubbed her thumb against the sensitive point where the thick
prick-shaft flared out into the cockhead.
She stroked again, then stopped moving and merely held his
prick. She didn't want to take a chance by caressing him too
firmly, because his cock felt so excited that she was afraid that
he might come if she jacked him off steadily and the last thing
that the girl wanted was to end this morning's fun with her hand.
She was still pretending to be asleep.
Caroline adored her husband's prick--or any prick, come to
that--and it did not seem unlikely that she would automatically
caress a big hard-on in her slumber.
Now Jonathon slid his own hand lower and dipped his fingers
into his wife's crotch. She gave a little gasp. Her cunt was
parted and creamy, and her clit exploded like a stick of dynamite
as he fingered it. She could feel her cunt-lips slowly unfurl,
like the petals of a fleshy, pink blossom opening to the morning
sun.
He stroked her cunt-lips and rubbed her cut, then gently
pushed his middle finger up her cunt, turning it about inside her
hot, wet pussy tunnel, while his thumb worked on her love button.
He was still mouthing her tits and now Caroline thought that maybe
she was going to cream on this hand-job, but the thought did not
disturb her as did the idea of jacking Jonathon off--because she
was a woman who could come time and again, and, if she got off on
his hand, she would still be ready and eager to cream again on his
prick.
Then his lips pulled away.
Caroline parted her thighs wider and waited, expecting
Jonathon to fuck her now.
But his lips moved on her again, kissing her stomach, then
sliding down to her hot belly.
Caroline blinked and risked a glance.
Jonathon was moving down on her!
Oh, what a lovely morning this is going to be! thought the
horny housewife. Most mornings left her frustrated, but it seemed
that today she was in for a special treat. She adored getting her
pussy sucked almost as much as she did getting fucked, and she
enjoyed having both done in sequence. Jonathon was a talented
cuntlapper, but he didn't go down on her as much as Caroline would
have liked. This was a rare day, indeed! She parted her legs a
bit wider and tilted her pelvis, so that her groin rose up, easily
accessible to his tongue.
He was kissing her on her pussy mound now, his lips rustling
in her curly cunt thicket.
He had twisted around so that he could move his head down and
still leave his cock up where she could fondle it. Caroline
slowly pulled up the fat, pounding prickshaft. As her hand came
up, his foreskin curled up behind the cock-knob and, as she pushed
back down, his swollen purple cockhead expanding like a hooded
cobra, the cleft parted. A few drops of preliminary jism
glistened on the tip. The sight made her mouth water.
She wondered if he would expect a blowjob in return for his
cuntsucking? It was all right with Caroline--she loved a mouthful
of hard prick and a load of delicious jism.
His tingling tongue stirred through the golden jungle of her
cunt triangle. His finger churned her cunt. He slid lower and
began to lick the smooth flesh of her inner thighs, bypassing her
crotch, extending the joy of the pre-fuck sex. He ran his tongue
up the crease where her leg joined her crotch, not yet making
contact with her pussy but licking parallel to that smoldering
crack.
Caroline could pretend no longer. She felt so hot now that
it would not have surprised her if her cunt had suddenly ignited.
If the room had been dark, she thought that her loins would have
glowed with the luminosity of her lust. Her crotch was steaming
in his face and ribbons of cuntjuice were pouring down her crotch
and soaking into the crack of her ass.
She reached down with her free hand--still holding his cock
in the other--and pulled his head into her groin.
Jonathon began to tongue her pussy with long slurping
strokes, his head turning from side to side. He lapped up the
open cunt slot and across the throbbing clit. Caroline whimpered,
grinding her crotch down into his face. He clamped his lips on
her clit and sucked, then stabbed his tongue up her hole as far as
it would extend.
She could hear the moist sounds his mouth made and she could
hear her pussy squish. He lifted his head for a moment, looking
down into her open cunt, and she saw that he was coated with
slippery pussy juice from brow to chin. Then he buried his head
and sucked some more.
"Oh!" Caroline wailed, as the first spasm hit her.
The waves began to ripple across her belly and to run like an
electric current up her thighs.
They came faster, and higher.
Each wave was being compressed into the one before, and the
one to follow, until they had blended into one sustained peak of
pleasure, and Caroline was melting with the ecstasy of a prolonged
orgasm. She churned her ass and rolled her belly. Her hips
worked like pistons and her legs trembled violently. Jonathon
gave a little moan of satisfaction as he realized his wife was
coming.
His lips parted and clamped over her hairy cunt, and he
sucked the cuntjuice out of her pussy hungrily.
He kept working on her cunt until she stopped thrashing about
and, tugging gently at his head, urged him upwards. He gave her
pussy a last loving slurp, then twisted up and mounted her. She
smiled up at him, happily, contentedly--yet, despite having come,
her expression showed that she was still eager for his cock. He
grinned down at her, a gleam in his eyes, his lips creamy with her
fuck fluids. He braced his weight on hands and knees and his big
cock loomed out over her belly. She saw the elongated shadow of
his cock fall over her loins. Then he dipped his ass and pushed
in, and his prick slipped into her cunt without needing any
guidance, running true as a torpedo.
He pushed the tip in, then paused, enjoying the expectation.
Her cuntlips began to pull on his cockhead, keen to drag that
welcome meat up her hot fuck hole. Her clit brushed his hard
cock-knob. That knob flared and pulsed in the entrance to her
cunt. His ass tightened and he fed her pussy another inch,
pausing again. His whole cockhead was bedded in her cunt now, but
the long, thick cockshaft was still between them, like a big bolt
fixing his balls to her crotch.
She squirmed and humped.
"Put it in," she gasped.
He fed her another teasing inch.
"Put it all in!" she wailed.
She felt his cockhead spread and expand, gripped snugly by
her cuntlips, pulsating and pounding. His hands moved down and
cupped her under the ass. He lifted her pelvis higher.
Then he slowly fucked the full length of his rampant cockmeat
into her cunt, going in balls-deep with that long, rippling
stroke.
"Ahhhh," she sighed.
Jonathon held the full penetration, savoring the thrill of
having every inch of his cock buried in her hot pussy and letting
Caroline enjoy the pleasure of being stuffed to the brim with
cockmeat. His balls were jammed into her crotch, hanging down
against the slope of her upthrust ass, and his belly was plastered
against her. Her pussy began to work on him even before they
began to fuck. She had a talented, pliable cunt. The inner
muscles closed in a series of concentric rings, working up his
prick from root to knob, as if she were jacking him off inside
herself.
He lowered his head and sucked on a tit-tip.
Caroline clamped her thighs around his haunches and locked
her heels behind his ass. She had molded her body into a fucking
machine. Her thighs were hooks, her groin a cup. She began to
pump, sliding an inch or two along his rigid prick.
Jonathon groaned as he felt her slippery cunt moving up and
down on his cock. He took a slow stroke, fucking his cock into
her as she slid her pussy down. Caroline wound herself sinuously
around on his fat cock, her ass describing a spiral and her belly
grinding through an S-shaped curve as it pushed down.
He began to really fuck her furiously then as they fell into
the rhythm together, fucking in counterpoint. As Jonathon fucked
in, Caroline jammed her cunt down to meet him and as he withdrew
she twisted her hips from side to side, wringing his retracting
cockmeat while her crotch churned around, levering her clit
against his prick.
Her whole crotch was awash with foaming cuntjuice. The stuff
sprayed out as he fucked into her pussy, pumped out by the fat
plunger of his prick, soaking his belly and balls and pouring down
into the crack of her ass.
Caroline was clinging to him, riding him from below. Her
arms were clasped around his neck and her legs scissored his
haunches. Her slender back was arched deeply, belly up and
shoulders down. They were both grunting as they fucked their
groins together. Jonathon was alternating his strokes, coming in
low and underslung with one, then hiking his trembling ass up and
fucking in at a descending angle that rubbed every inch of his
cock across her tingling cut as it went into her fuck hole. Her
firm, gently rounded belly whipped against him in that erotic
spiral, and his cum-filled balls swung in to whack against her
ass, like the clapper of a hairy bell peeling out the chimes of
carnal desire.
As he fucked faster, his cock grew fatter, expanding inside
her and spreading her pliable pussy out around it. Her cunt was
molded to the outline of his prickshaft and cock-knob, so that
there was fluid friction through every inch. There seemed to be a
mysterious mouth somewhere in the depths of her belly, sucking on
the head of his cock, a magical hand stroking up and down his
prickshaft as her pussy muscles contracted.
She relaxed the grip of her thighs as he withdrew, then
tightened them, drawing him back into her hairy bowl. Her heels
were locked behind his haunches, rubbing against his asshole.
"Fuck," she whimpered.
Then the horny housewife began to re peat the word, saying it
once each time he plunged in, as if she were describing the act,
putting dialogue to the erotic ballet. He was fucking in
frantically now as his peak built higher, fucking so fast that she
could not pause between the repetition as she whimpered the word
over and over again.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
And she met his strokes with equal vitality. Her whole
smooth body had started to vibrate. She was ready to come again,
waiting for him, wanting to cream at the same instant that he
poured his hot jism into her.
She said, "Fuck! Come!"
"Yeah, yeah," he panted, almost there.
"Shoot it in me, darling--fill my cunt with all that hot,
thick juice! Let me feel you squirt it up me!"
Jonathon gasped.
His balls burst and the sap rushed up his cock. Caroline
could feel the prickshaft ripple as the cum poured up it--and then
she felt the steaming fuck lava hose her pussy.
She cried out with animal passion.
Her pussy melted around his prick like a wax candle around a
hard, fiery wick. Each time he fucked in to the root, he shot
another thick wad of scum up her, and she responded with an equal
flow of pussy juice that gushed into her fuck hole and blended
with his spunk. His meaty cock was pumping the stuff out of her
as it filled her cunt tunnel. Foaming and frothy, the lather of
love creamed from her slot, and they both kept replacing it with
more. He shot seven or eight doses up her, the stuff jetting out
as if his balls were bottomless, and Caroline felt as if her whole
body and being were dissolving, magically changing into cunt-juice
and pouring out of her groin. The bed was soaking under her ass.
She was slipping and sliding on a film of fuck juice as she worked
out the last spasms of her climax.
At last, Jonathon slowed.
He halted--and then he grimaced and fucked into her a few
more times, pumping out yet another geyser of jism.
Caroline kept moving until, finally, he was drained. His
head sank down onto her cushioning tits. She held him to her
tenderly. Her cunt rippled and she moved her loins gently as she
made sure that she had milked out every drop of her own orgasm.
Then they snuggled together contentedly.
Caroline stroked his head and whispered loving words into his
ear. He knew how much she enjoyed these morning fucks and now,
satisfied so well, she felt grateful to Jonathon. With her lust
melted away, she was filled with deep affection.
She hoped that this heralded a change in the pattern of their
sex life, a switch in the routine.
How wonderful to get fucked like this every morning! But
still--she simply had to wonder what had made Jonathon so extra
horny this morning, and the night before.
Chapter 2
Jonathon stirred and shifted away, slowly plucking his prick
out of Caroline's cunt. His cock came out semi-hard, bobbing up
and down as if unable to decide whether to collapse or rise up
again. The cockhead was dripping and the prickshaft was slathered
with cum and cuntjuice. A thick flood gushed out of her vacated
pussy slot. She smiled tenderly at him.
"That," she whispered, "was a treat."
He grinned back at her.
His cock was still quite firm. Caroline gazed at his prick,
wondering if he might want to fuck her again. She wasn't horny
now that she had come twice, but she knew herself well enough to
know that she would soon get horny again, once that fat meat was
fucking into her cunt hole and running over her button of lust.
Or maybe he would like a blowjob.
She owed him some head after that lovely cunt gobbling he had
given her, and it was the sort of debt that Caroline loved to pay.
With her pussy satisfied, her mouth got horny.
She was just about to twist down and take that slime-soaked
cock between her lips when Jonathon sighed and looked at his
wristwatch. They had been fucking for a long time. He got up and
padded to the bathroom, his cock bobbing up and down in front of
him.
Caroline heard the shower running.
She lay back in bed, feeling warm and contented.
Caroline usually returned to bed in the morning after
Jonathon had left for the office.
But she wasn't a lazy girl.
She didn't go back to sleep.
She went back to bed and played with her pussy.
It had become something of a morning routine with her, loving
morning orgasms as she did and seldom getting screwed by her
husband at that time of the day. Sometimes Caroline felt a bit
sheepish about masturbating, a little embarrassed. It didn't seem
proper for a happily married woman to finger fuck herself so
often. And she did get plenty of prick from Jonathon, too--she
couldn't complain that she was frustrated and had to do without.
It was just the timing, her particular devotion to getting her
rocks off first thing in the morning.
She enjoyed fingerfucking her cunt.
She had to admit it, sheepish as it made her feel. She had
always relished a long, leisurely handjob, and she liked
fingerfucking as much now as when she had been a young girl,
virginal and chaste and playing with her pussy day and night.
Caroline had discovered the pleasure of rubbing her clit when
she was a kid, more by accident than by design. She had been
stroking her crotch because it felt sort of pleasant, and all of a
sudden it had started to get a lot better than simply pleasant,
and her first hand-induced climax had left her stunned. She had
lain, panting and gasping on the bed, wondering what on earth she
had just done to herself.
And then she had done it again.
After that day of discovery, she had become a constant
fingerfucker, always fingering herself off when she woke up and
usually frigging off just before she went to sleep for the night.
She experimented with various techniques and altered them. She
modestly sought advice from other young girls and got excited by
the giggling conversations. Sometimes she used only her
fingertips, rubbing her clit until it sparked. Sometimes she gave
herself a classic finger-fucking, slowly fucking three stiffened
digits in and out of her hole. And sometimes she used both hands
at the same time, clit rubbing and fingerfucking together. By the
time that she was a young lady, her tits were big and to her
delight, she discovered that she could duck her head down and
tongue her nipples. That added to her solitary pleasures.
She had tried to go down on herself, too.
Intrigued by the idea of having a tongue slurping on her
pussy, Caroline had tried her best to eat herself out. She had
stretched out on her back and had thrown her legs up over her
head, and she had sat on the edge of the bed and bent her head
down as far as she could--but she had fallen just short,
frustratingly short. Her tongue was able to reach her curly cunt
hair but it would not extend into her crotch nor quite reach her
clit. It had been terribly disappointing for her, her hot breath
billowing on her steaming cunt but to no avail. After she had
made the attempt a few times, she gave it up because it left her
in such an agony of desire that her hands and fingers could not
cool her off until she had frigged off three or four times.
She had also experimented with cock-shaped objects.
She had fucked herself with bananas, hot dogs and hairbrush
handles. She had fucked a vacuum cleaner hose and the nozzle of a
hair dryer. One day she had got a particularly kinky thrill after
she had given her cunt a thorough fucking with a fat Italian
salami--and then was treated to the sight of her father eating
that salami. There had been dark tones of illicit lust in that,
incestuous desires that she knew were terribly wicked, which were
all the more thrilling because of the fact that they were so very
naughty.
When she was old enough, she summoned up her courage and went
to a shop in town and bought herself a cock-shaped vibrator and,
later, a big rubber dildo of realistic contours and texture.
So Caroline's virgin cunt did not go without.
But despite the fact that she was a very horny young lady,
Caroline had not been promiscuous.
She started dating but she was a year older before she
allowed a young man to feel her tits, and she did not let anyone
fingerfuck her until she was eighteen. Only a few fellows got
that far with Caroline, and none got any further. If she had
dated a man several times, she would let him give her a handjob
and she would return the favor. She loved to feel a cock throb in
her hand and to see the jism spurt out as she pulled, and she
wondered how wonderful it would be if she were to feel a cock
squirt up her pussy or in her mouth.
But, until she met Jonathon, she never found out.
She had been a virgin when they got married.
It had been her own ultra-randy nature, in fact, that had
preserved the girl's virginity, ironically enough. Because she
was so hot and came so often and so easily, Caroline always got
her rocks off as soon as a man started playing with her cunt and,
once she had had a climax, she was able to resist his advances if
he tried to go beyond a handjob, jacking him off, in turn, kept
him from suffering too greatly.
Then she had met Jonathon and they had dated and, in due
course, had gone steady and become engaged. Their sexual
activities had proceeded apace with the relationship and, in a
cheap motel room, Caroline had finally spread her legs for him.
She found out that getting fucked was even better than she had
hoped for. After the first time they began fucking with
regularity and presently, when he suggested that she take his cock
in her mouth, Caroline offered no objections. She had, in fact,
been longing to do just that and wishing that Jonathon would ask.
As it had been with fucking, she discovered from the very
first mouthful that sucking off a fat prick was a joy.
In time, they got married.
So Caroline was not a virgin bride, but she was the next best
thing to it, having never fucked or sucked with any man but her
husband. And that still held true. They had been married for
several years now, and Caroline had never been unfaithful to
Jonathon, and she assumed that he was true to her as well.
She had considered fucking around a few times.
She had these improper thoughts in the mornings, usually--
those days when Jonathon had left for the office and left her with
a smoldering cunt which she had to take care of by hand. As she
frigged herself, she would fantasize about taking a lover, or
about going out to some singles bar and getting picked up by a
total stranger for a casual fuck. It was an exciting thought,
since she thought it while her pussy was on fire--just a physical
fuck with no emotional entanglements, maybe not even telling the
man her name.
But it was all just fuck-fantasy.
Caroline would never really do a thing like that and was
firmly resolved never to commit adultery.
If only Jonathon would give her a bit more cock in the
mornings, though, it would sure be lovely.
Like this morning ...
* * *
Caroline stretched luxuriously on the bed.
Jonathon was on his way to work and she had returned to bed
as usual.
But she was feeling strangely restless.
She felt as if there was something that she had forgotten to
do, some important thing that was being neglected.
She thought about it.
Suddenly, Caroline began to giggle, then began to laugh out
loud.
"Oh, what a creature of habit I am," she thought.
Caroline had realized why she was restless and what she had
neglected to do--she had not fingerfucked herself this morning!
But, this morning, she had no need to, thanks to Jonathon.
That had been a rare fucking.
But why had he been so horny?
Chapter 3
In fact--and it was a fact that would have shocked Caroline--
Jonathon Stephens was always horny in the morning. It was a rare
day when the man did not wake up with a hard-on and a load of
spunk bloating his big, hairy balls. But he usually managed to
hide his hard-on from his wife, mostly by getting up before she
was fully awake. He did not want to empty his cock and balls into
Caroline in the morning.
Jonathon had a good reason for this.
Jonathon was fucking his sexy young secretary.
Since he could fuck his wife whenever he wanted to, and did
most nights, it seemed a shame to him to waste his morning load of
cum on her when all he had to do was restrain himself for an hour
or so, until he got to the office, and he could slip his prick
into Brenda.
Brenda was not much of a typist and she couldn't file for
shit or even begin to take dictation, but she could fuck like a
weasel and she wasn't a half bad cocksucker, to boot.
Jonathon didn't really feel guilty about his adultery.
It was purely a physical affair, for their mutual pleasure
and totally without any lasting ties. As long as Caroline never
found out about it, he didn't suppose it could hurt her--and it
made the prospect of going to work a lot more attractive for him.
Brenda was a tall, willowy girl with short, dark, curly hair--in
contrast to his curvaceous, blonde wife--long, lean legs, a tight
little ass and small, thrusting tits and a cunt like a meat
grinder.
She was always game for sex and willing to take his cock in
the cunt or the mouth, which ever he fancied that day, and she had
even hinted at the possibility that she might take his prick up
the asshole as well. She was like a filing cabinet designed for
pricks or a switchboard into which cocks could be plugged in
whatever connection was required. Jonathon had fallen into the
habit of fucking Brenda first thing every morning, and it was with
that prospect ahead of him that he refrained from fucking Caroline
most mornings, lugging his loaded prick, like a business-man's
umbrella, to the office. This morning had been an exception.
It had started out as usual.
Waking up before Caroline, Jonathon had padded into the
bathroom to take a piss and soften his cock enough so that he
could manage to jam it into his trousers.
He had glanced out the window and froze.
The bathroom window looked out over the dividing fence, into
the back yard of the house next door.
And in that adjacent yard, the gorgeous redhead who had
recently moved in was doing her morning exercises.
And she was stark naked!
The Stephenses lived in a house tract, the houses built
fairly close together but privacy maintained by the fences. There
was no reason to believe that the redhead realized she was
exhibiting herself, for she was perfectly isolated in her own back
yard. But it was sure an inspirational sight.
Jonathon stared at her, and his cock, some what diminished
now, snapped back to a vibrant rampancy.
He did not know the woman, except to nod to.
She had moved into the house not long before and lived alone-
-a divorcee, Jonathon figured, because she was much too desirable
to be a spinster, and he had noticed that she was an attractive
woman, but only with passing and casual interest.
That was because he had not seen her without any clothing on
before, and had not realized how truly gorgeous she was.
As he did now.
What was her name?
Helen something. Helen Ramsey, that was it.
She was something to drool over, no doubt of it. Her hair
was the color of flame, long and silken, her green eyes were
tilted and her mouth was full and sensual and provocative. But it
was her body that held his fascinated interest at the moment. Her
waist was so narrow he could have spanned it in his hands, but her
hips flared out, wide and firm, and her ass was shaped like a
valentine as it swept out from her slender torso, then cut back to
her shapely thighs. Her legs were exquisitely molded and her tits
were large and capped by big nipples, but, despite their weight,
they remained firm as she exercised, not drooping or jiggling at
all. At the junction of her thighs, her cunt jungle flamed like a
forest fire.
She was touching her toes.
Her back was to him as she bent down, easily and lithely, and
Jonathon could see her cunt quite clearly. Her pussy crack ran
like a sluggish river through that flaming jungle, open and wet.
Then she lay down and began to do some sit-ups.
Her big tits seemed to be dragging her slender torso up, her
stomach muscles rippled as she brought her elbows down to her
knees. She was obviously very fit, he saw, the sort of woman who
could tear a man apart between the sheets.
She lay back and hiked her ass up and scissored her legs in a
bicycling motion, limber and sinuous, again displaying her crotch.
He wondered if she kept herself so fit for any particular
reason--for fucking with stamina, for instance?
Then she got up and wrapped a towel around her neck and, to
his regret, disappeared back into her house.
Jonathon realized that his fist was wrapped around the hilt
of his cock, frigging up and down.
He grinned sheepishly.
Unlike his wife, Jonathon did not masturbate very often.
That was because, also unlike Caroline, he had other things
to do with his desire.
But the sight of that redhead had been so thrilling that
Jonathon had started to pull his cock automatically. Now he
dragged his hand off the long, stiff prick. His cock stood out,
the knob starting to smoke. He eyed his prick thoughtfully.
He was wondering if he could bear his cock in that condition
long enough to get to the office, where he could fuck Brenda
straight-off. But it didn't seem likely. His need was urgent
now, pounding and drumming and throbbing. If he tried to sneak to
work in that condition, someone would be sure to notice the bulge
in his fly--or he might just come in his pants, which would be
embarrassingly juvenile and a waste of spunk to boot.
He almost reached for his cock again, then paused.
This was a good opportunity to give Caroline one of those
morning fucks that she was always going on about! He could take
care of her and, as horny as he was this morning, he felt pretty
certain that he would have enough left to give Brenda her usual
morning dose as well. He tiptoed back into the bedroom and
slipped into bed beside Caroline. She was still asleep.
Snuggling up to her flank and rubbing his swollen cock against her
side, he began sucking on her tits.
That was when Caroline woke up and wondered if she were still
dreaming. Jonathon ate her out and then threw a good fucking into
her, and now he was on his way to the office To his delight, he
found that his cock was showing every sign of getting hard again.
Brenda had come to look upon a share of that cock as her given
right--a perk of the job, just like a coffee break.
She wouldn't be disappointed today.
And as Jonathon proceeded to the office, Caroline lay alone
in bed, not knowing what to do with herself this morning, since
she felt no need to fingerfuck her frustrated cunt.
It was kind of boring not to feel horny.
She giggled at such a silly thought.
But she was hoping that her good friend Darleen might come to
visit.
Those visits were always fun.
It was true that Caroline had never committed adultery--but
there were other things that horny housewives could do ...
Chapter 4
The new neighbor, Helen Ramsey, lived on one side of the
Stephenses and the house on the other side was occupied by Tom and
Darleen Jarvis. They had been there longer and were about the
same age as Caroline and Jonathon, and it was natural that the two
young couples should become friends. Tom and Jonathon played golf
and tennis together. Caroline and Darleen went shopping together.
They visited one another's home frequently and once a week or so
went out together to a show or a movie or a nightclub. The Jarvis
couple seemed to have a happy marriage and an upwardly mobile
lifestyle.
One morning, however, Darleen had admitted to Caroline that
she was frustrated a great deal of the time.
Their husbands had gone to work and Caroline had phoned and
invited Darleen over for coffee and a chat. They sat on the
terrace. The two couples had been out together the night before
and both were suffering from mild hangovers, comforting each other
and making jokes about how inefficient the men were likely to be
at work that day.
They were both very pretty young ladies.
Caroline had long blonde hair and big blue eyes. Her body
seemed to have no angles but to have been constructed of soft
ovals and curves. Her tits were as round as inflated balls,
topped by big nipples which might have been the valves by which
those spheres had been inflated. Her belly was gently rounded,
her thighs lush and her ass, as if to counterweight her tits, was
also round.
Darleen was smaller and wore her dark hair cut short, with a
fringe across her brow. She had brown eyes and an upturned nose
with a scattering of freckles across her cheeks. Her body was not
at all like Caroline's. Her tummy was flat and lean, her legs
slender and her tits were small, thrusting mounds. She liked to
wear cotton tee-shirts around the house, and they clung to the
outline of her tits and displayed the fact that her nipples were
large and usually stiff.
They were both in their mid-twenties, had been married
roughly the same length of time, had a great deal in common--more
than they knew, in fact--and got along well.
Neither of them were heavy drinkers, but on this memorable,
hungover morning, it seemed a good idea to see if a little hairs
of the dog might do the trick so, when their coffee was finished,
Caroline fetched a bottle of gin and some tonic.
They each had a couple drinks.
Not accustomed to drinking much, and certainly not in the
morning, the gin soon had them giggling. They weren't exactly
drunk, but their hangovers had vanished and they were in high
spirits. They felt that they were being risque and naughty.
"We'll be into the cooking sherry, next," Caroline joked.
"The trouble with booze is--with me--it makes me randy,"
Darleen said as she sipped her drink.
"Me, too."
"Boy, was I ever horny last night," Darleen stated.
Caroline grinned with lascivious interest.
"Me, too," she said again. "But so was Jonathon, so it was
great, really great. I--" She paused, seeing that her friend
looked unhappy or annoyed.
"What's wrong, honey?" she asked.
"Umm? Oh, nothing. I was just remembering last night. That
damned husband of mine is useless when he's had a few drinks. I
was so damned hot I was incandescent--and he rolled over and went
to sleep. I tried everything I could to get him interested, too.
I wore my sexiest nighty, but he didn't even notice. Then I
started playing with his prick, but it wouldn't get hard. Usually
it's pretty big, but last night it was about the size of a
thimble." She paused, looking impish. "I even tried giving it a
suck, to see if that would make it hard. No way! There wasn't
enough there to fill a tooth, let alone my mouth, and the drunken
swine just kept snoring away."
"Gee--that's too bad," Caroline agreed.
The two girls had never shared confidences of this nature
before and Caroline was a bit taken aback when Darleen talked so
openly about sucking her husband's cock. But she knew that it was
because the alcohol had relaxed her friend.
She was feeling pretty relaxed herself.
Darleen, looking sheepish now, said, "In the end, I had to
give myself a handjob! Isn't that awful? Lying there in bed
beside my husband, and all I could get was my own hand!"
She blushed suddenly.
"Gee, I don't know why I told you that," she said.
Caroline wanted to put Darleen at her ease. Anyway, she was
finding this erotic conversation sort of exciting. She said, "Oh,
that's nothing to be ashamed of, Darleen--I frig myself off a
whole lot."
"You do? I always thought that Jonathon took good care of
you in that way, Caroline."
"Oh, he does. At night. But he's useless in the morning--
and that's when I'm at my horniest."
"I am, too, sometimes. I fingerfuck myself after Tom goes to
work. Oh, two or three times a week, I guess."
"I do it almost every day," Caroline countered.
The two young wives gazed at each other, neither knowing how
to proceed from that point and both wondering if they should have
admitted such things to each other. They weren't exactly
embarrassed, since both had confessed to the same thing, but still
it was a delicate situation. They didn't know how to end it or
change the conversation.
Caroline covered up her confusion by pouring them both
another drink.
Darleen said, "I don't need this."
But she took it and grinned and took a sip. The ice clinked
against her white teeth.
"Naw, this ain't what I need," she added. "What I need is
some stiff cock--but gin helps."
Caroline laughed.
"I thought it made you randier!"
"Yeah, that, too," Darleen sighed. "It's kind of hard, isn't
it? Being a faithful wife and all, I mean. Sitting home alone
all day, doing the fucking housework, washing the dishes and
getting hotter and hotter until you have to frig off."
"Think we should get jobs?" Caroline asked.
"Naw. Oh, I don't know. I mean, I don't want a career or
anything, I don't hold with that women's lib crap. Still, a job
wouldn't be as boring as housework." She paused, her eyebrows
tilting. "Or would it?" she added. "It might be worse. What if
I was working--in an office, say--and I still got horny during the
day? I'd just have to suffer. At least when I'm at home I can
fingerfuck myself whenever I want."
Falling in with the mood of this talk, Caroline said, "Well,
you might meet some handsome guy at work and--"
"Oh, no! I wouldn't cheat on Tom!"
"Gee, it was only a joke, Darleen," Caroline hastily said.
"I've never cheated on Jonathon, either. And I don't intend to."
"Yeah, we just got to suffer, I guess," Darleen sighed.
Both girls seemed to be getting the taste for the gin and
tonics. They were rapidly lowering the level in their glasses.
Down went the gin.
It took their inhibitions down with it.
"What I'd like to meet is an impotent guy," Darleen said.
Caroline frowned, puzzled.
"What good would that be?" she asked.
Darleen gave a little giggle and fluttered her eyelashes.
She said, "Well, if the guy couldn't get a hard on, then I
wouldn't be able to cheat on my husband, right? No matter how hot
and horny I got, this guy couldn't screw me."
"Yeah, but what's the point in that?"
"Why, I'd make him eat me out!" Darleen said, sounding
heartily enthusiastic about the idea.
"Darleen! How naughty of you!"
"Well, it's a pretty good idea, at that," Darleen persisted.
"I mean, getting some head off a guy ain't like fucking him. It
ain't committing adultery or anything, it's just fooling around.
Like at a party, when everybody's a little tipsy and you let some
guy cop a feel of tit, or give him a juicy kiss, you know? It's
harmless enough, as long as they don't go sticking a prick in
you."
"I never thought of that," Caroline said.
"It seems like a damned good idea!"
"The trouble is how can you tell, beforehand, if a guy is
impotent? You can't put an ad in the fucking newspaper for a
eunuch. And if you leveled with some man, told him what you
wanted--well, he might lie. He might pretend he was impotent and
then when he got your pussy tongued up nice and hot and creamy--
wham! He slams his hard cock up it!"
"Yeah, that's true," Caroline agreed. "As long as a guy's
got a prick, he's dangerous."
She reached for the gin bottle once more.
As she leaned forward, one fat tit slipped out of her halter
and flopped free. She giggled and started to tuck it back. Then
she saw that Darleen was staring at her, staring at her bare tit.
Caroline had her hand cupped under the tit globe but, for some
reason, she did not push it back out of sight. It was strangely
exciting to feel her friend staring at her tit. It was as if
Darleen's gaze was caressing her physically. It made her feel
warm and wanted. Instead of tucking her tit away, she held it
out.
Her nipple had stiffened, standing out like a little
rocketship ready to be launched.
"Gee--you have great tits," Darleen whispered.
"I--why, thank you," stammered Caroline.
Darleen raised one eyebrow, lifting her gaze from Caroline's
tit to her face, speculatively.
"I used to look at the girls in gym class," Darleen said.
"In the locker room and the showers. I never had very big
titties, myself, and I used to envy them so much. And sometimes I
used to wonder what it would be like to touch them or to kiss
them."
Caroline was holding her breath.
What was Darleen getting at?
For some reason, Caroline had a sudden remembrance of the
time that she had tried to go down on herself. How she had wanted
to eat her own cunt--and not just because it would make her cunt
feel so good, either, but because she was curious to see what it
would be like to tongue a cunt. Not just her own cunt but any
cunt. What would a pussy feel like and taste like? Best of all
would be the thrill she would have when a cunt creamed and she
knew she had brought it to the peak of sensation and the foaming
pussy nectar came bubbling onto her tongue and over her lips.
Caroline shuddered and forced that thought from her fevered
mind.
Surely she had misunderstood her friend's interest, her
intentions, the hint in her voice and the glow in her eyes.
Caroline told herself to be careful. She must not do or say
anything that she might regret, anything that might prove
embarrassing.
Caroline and Darleen were gazing into each other's eyes
across the table now. Caroline's tit was still cupped in her
hand. She suddenly realized that she was moving the edge of her
thumb back and forth over the nipple, causing it to expand and
tighten and tingle. She forced herself to stop the self-caress.
Darleen's voice was quavering when she spoke.
"You know what we were just talking about--about how you
couldn't trust a man to eat your pussy out without fucking you,
too?" she whispered, her tone uncertain but hopeful, her gaze
challenging.
My God! thought Caroline.
She nodded.
She was concentrating on Darleen now. Her thumb had begun to
rub her nipple again, although she wasn't aware of it. It was an
automatic action when she had a handful of tit.
"But you could trust a woman," said Darleen.
"What--what are you thinking of?" gasped Caroline, although
by this time she knew damned well what Darleen was getting at.
Darleen didn't reply for a moment.
They gazed across the gin bottle. Without the uninhibiting
nature of that gin, neither of them would have ever gotten around
to this nor even have realized they wanted to get around to such a
thing.
"We could suck each other off, if you want to," said Darleen.
Caroline was not totally surprised to realize that that was,
indeed, just what she wanted to do.
Chapter 5
After she made the suggestion, Darleen dropped her gaze
demurely and blushed a rosy pink. After a moment she gazed up
through her lowered lashes to see how Caroline had taken the
suggestion. Caroline looked a bit bemused, but not at all shocked
or disgusted or angry. And she was smiling slightly.
"Have you--ever--with a girl?" Caroline asked.
Darleen shook her head. "No. Never," she whispered. "But
I've thought about it a lot--like when I told you, in school and--
and later, Caroline. I've thought about doing things with you."
The girl blushed more deeply at that confession.
Suspense seemed to surround them like a cloud--like a genie
that had risen out of that gin bottle.
"If--if you don't--" Darleen stammered, discomforted by
Caroline's failure to respond, wondering if she had made a
terrible mistake by making such a suggestion, a mistake that would
destroy their friendship and leave them uncomfortable together in
the future.
It was true enough that Darleen had often wondered what it
would be like to go to bed with her sexy blonde friend, and that
she had frequently imagined it when she was giving herself a
handjob, but she had never for a moment expected it to really take
place. She never thought she would get up the nerve to admit that
she wanted such a perverted affair. It was the gin, of course,
compounding the fact that her husband was not giving her enough.
But if Caroline were to turn her down now, Darleen thought she
would just die.
But then Caroline put her out of her misery.
"I never have, either," she said. "But I wouldn't mind."
"Ooooh!" squealed Darleen.
She leaned across the table. Caroline was still holding her
plump tit cupped in her hands and the tit drew Darleen like a
magnet. She kissed the stiffened tip, then slurped it into her
lips and began to suck greedily on the taut tip.
Caroline began to tremble.
She stroked Darleen's head as Darleen sucked on her nipple.
Darleen was purring and whimpering as she savored her first
mouthful of tit--a thing she had long desired but never figured
that she would ever get to enjoy. She nursed hungrily on the fat
nugget. Caroline smiled with the pleasure of it. She was
slightly amazed that this was happening. It had never dawned on
her that Darleen might want to do these things. After all, they
were both married women, both obviously heterosexual. It was hard
to imagine why they should desire deviate pleasures, yet that
desire was most definite.
"Let's go inside," Caroline whispered. "Let's go to bed."
"Yes! Oh, yes!"
They rose. They were both uncertain and shy, yet determined.
Darleen slipped her hand into Caroline's timidly and Caroline
squeezed it affectionately, encouragingly, conspiratorially.
Then, hand in hand, they went into the house. Caroline led
Darleen to the bedroom.
They stood apart as they undressed.
They looked at each other hungrily.
Their bodies were so perfectly contrasted that they
complemented each other like two carnal components meant to fit
together to form a whole. Caroline was all soft curves and
Darleen was all angles and both were smooth and unblemished,
shimmering with sexual heat. They moved together and kissed,
standing beside the bed. Their lips brushed lovingly, then parted
and they began to swap tongues in a passionate French kiss. Their
arms were around each other and their tits were pressed together,
the taut nipples rubbing against each other. Their bellies--one
rounded, one flat--churned together. Darleen's lean thigh wedged
in between Caroline's shapely legs. Caroline's hot, sodden pussy
pulsed against that intruding thigh, the lips parting, plastering
her cunt to Darleen's leg. They held the kiss and their hands ran
up and down, stroking one another's flanks and haunches.
They moved to the bed.
Both horny housewives were wondering the same thing--which of
them would do it first? But it was not a thought that worried
either of them, for they were both equally eager. They sat on the
edge of the bed and kissed again, cuddling flank to flank and
feeling each other's tits.
Darleen slowly slid her hand down and cupped Caroline's
crotch, rubbing and squeezing.
Caroline gave a little gasp of pleasure and her clit seemed
to explode in the other girl's hand.
Caroline began to fingerfuck Darleen's pussy, and, locked
together, they dropped back onto the bed. Belly to belly, kissing
and fingerfucking each other, they churned and squirmed in
ecstasy. They were panting into each other's open mouth, and
their tongues flashed back and forth. Caroline felt Darleen's
hot, nimble tongue slide into her mouth, and, as she sucked on it,
she trembled with the knowledge that soon that slick tongue would
be slurping on her smoldering cunt.
Although they had started making love for the first time,
they were both still shy about it. Both were eager to move on to
further pleasures, but neither felt ready to take the initiative.
Caroline was getting so hot now that she was afraid she might come
on Darleen's hand and that was not at all what she wanted.
Caroline said, "Darling, don't you want to suck my cunt now?
Will you suck me off first?"
Darleen actually jerked, as if the words had struck her.
"Ummm--yes," she purred.
She began to slide down, still pressed to Caroline's body.
She kissed Caroline's tits and ran her tongue up the cleavage
between them, then moved on down to her stomach. Caroline arched
her back, thrusting her belly out. Darleen kissed it and tongued
her belly button. Then she was lower still, her face level with
Caroline's groin. Caroline parted her thighs. Darleen gazed
hungrily at the juicy pussy between those smooth legs, licking her
lips in anticipation. She had never eaten out a pussy before, but
she knew that it was going to be lovely. Anything that looked as
tasty as Caroline's cunt just had to be delicious.
Reaching out, she gently spread Caroline's cuntlips apart
with her fingers. Caroline moaned softly and her loins began to
slowly pump in expectation. Darleen's tongue came out,
fluttering. The girl's face was a mask of passion now, contorted
by her lust. Her mouth was watering and her tongue was as hot as
her clit.
"Ooooh, do it!" Caroline urged.
She was looking down, watching her friend's tongue slide back
and forth across her lips, no more than an inch or two from
contact. She pushed her cunt out closer.
Darleen began to tongue her cunt.
Her first slurp was tentative and she paused afterwards, as
if to judge the flavor, as if she had just sampled some exotic and
rare delicacy and wasn't sure that she liked it. Then she sighed
with pleasure and, leaning in, buried her face between Caroline's
thighs.
Using her tongue and her lips and her hands, all at the same
time, Darleen began to eat out her first cunt with utter relish.
Caroline was heaving and thrashing about with the joy of it, and
Darleen seemed to be having every bit as much fun tongue-fucking
as Caroline was having by being tongue-fucked.
Darleen was an enthusiastic cuntsucker.
Although she had never done it before and had no practice or
experience, she had often thought about cuntsucking in all the
juicy details, thought about just how she would do it if she ever
got the chance, if a juicy pussy were ever presented to her
tongue. She was truly enjoying herself as she wallowed in that
creamy pussy, and what she lacked by having no previous training
she more than made up for by her enthusiasm and attention to
details.
She cupped Caroline's firm ass in her hands and worked her
whole pretty face around in Caroline's groin, purring with
pleasure and panting with passion. Her tongue wedged up the hole
and levered at the clit. It licked lightly along the unfolded
cuntlips, then stabbed in as far as possible. She parted her
lips, fitting them to Caroline's cunt slot, and began a steady
sucking. Cuntjuice poured over her fucking tongue and bubbled on
her lips. Her mouth began to fill up with the precious stuff.
Caroline was starting to burn with the thrill.
She was amazed at how well Darleen sucked cunt. Did all
women do it that well? Did they, having cunts of their own, know
how to suck better than a man? Or was that dark thrill so great
because this act was perverted and deviant and naughty? But the
reasons didn't matter--only the feeling mattered, and that feeling
was one of ecstasy.
Darleen was wallowing in her crotch like a playful porpoise
in a heated pool. "Come," Darleen whimpered, the word muffled on
Caroline's pussy, echoing up her cunt. "I want to make you come.
Oh, cream for me, Caroline. I need your cuntjuice!"
Those words were as inspirational as the tongue that formed
them, the lips that uttered them. To know that another woman
wanted to suck her off was as thrilling as the sucking. Caroline
began to wail, her body jerking like a broken puppet.
"Yes, yes, yes!" she cried.
Her cunt melted.
Gurgling with joy, Darleen sucked her to the heights and past
the heights and kept on greedily sucking until Caroline stopped
squirming and lay back, a contented smile on her face.
Darleen raised her head.
Her whole face was smeared with pussy nectar and there was a
questioning expression in her eyes.
"Nice?" she asked.
"Darling, it was wonderful!"
"I'm glad. I've wanted to for so long. And it was even
better than I thought it would be. Your pussy is so yummy,
Caroline. I want to eat you out all the time!"
"What a lovely idea," said Caroline. "But now it's time for
me to have a snack, myself."
"Oh! If you're sure you want to. I mean, you don't have to
do it just because I did you."
"I want to," said Caroline. "I wanted to, anyhow but now
that I saw how much you enjoyed eating cunt, I'm hungrier than
ever!"
It was true. Caroline was drooling for a snack of cunt, her
mouth as hot now as her cunt had been before. She moved down, and
Darleen, trembling with wild anticipation, slid up so that their
sleek, naked bodies were gliding together, belly and tit, as they
changed positions.
Darleen's cunt was like a furnace.
As Caroline lowered her face towards her hot pussy, she could
feel the fiery heat rush out to meet her. She opened her mouth
and her tongue curled out, dripping with saliva and eager to be
dripping with the juice from that delectable-looking pussy.
Caroline was not disappointed.
She sucked Darleen off with gusto and discovered, to her
delight, that cuntlapping was as good as being lapped, the sort of
favor that a girl just loves to repay. Darleen, fired to the
crest by her own feasting, creamed almost at once far too soon for
Caroline, who was enjoying the delicious meal and wanted to
prolong it. The girl's hot cunt juices gushed out and Caroline
swallowed the flow and sucked Darleen to the dregs.
Now Caroline, in turn, looked up with a questioning
expression, hoping she had done it right.
"Beautiful," murmured Darleen.
An impish look came into her dark eyes.
"But now I'm hungry again," she admitted.
But not for long. The tasty meal of Caroline's cunt was
there to be eaten again.
* * *
After that first wild day, Caroline and Darleen got together,
at one house or the other, two or three times a week for a session
of pussy sucking. Sometimes they took turns doing each other and
sometimes they chose to do it together, in a sixty-nine position.
One day, Caroline got her big rubber dildo out and they
fucked each other with the fat cock and sucked each other's
cuntjuice off afterwards. They had a fine time of it. But they
only used the dildo one time. They both loved cuntsucking too
much to want to waste time with a rubber prick. They both got
plenty of prick from their husbands and such a substitute was not
required.
They assured each other that they were not lesbians.
They were merely normal, happily married, heterosexual girls-
-who just happened to enjoy sucking each other off.
And neither of them was troubled by morning frustrations now.
* * *
But this morning, although she was not frustrated because
Jonathon had sucked her and fucked her, Caroline found herself
thinking about Darleen. She was in the mood to do nice juicy
things to the girl. She had been feeling restless, all at loose
ends because her normal routine had been disrupted. Most
mornings, unless she had arranged to meet Darleen, Caroline spent
an hour or so frigging herself off and, feeling no need to do that
today, she didn't know what to do with herself.
But she knew what she would like to do to Darleen.
She didn't feel like letting Darleen eat her out today, since
her pussy had been very nicely licked, but she was in the mood to
spend a long time giving Darleen some leisurely head. She thought
that she might even keep her clothing on--well, her panties, at
least--so that Darleen was not too tempted to respond in kind.
Yes, she would give the girl a real treat! Maybe she would go
around the world on her! The idea was tremendously appealing.
She wanted to strip Darleen naked and spread her out on the bed
and lick her all over!
She would start at Darleen's feet and work up her lovely
legs--but she would bypass her crotch and move on up to her belly
and tits. Then she would turn her over and repeat the tonguing
process up and down the backs of her legs, her spine, across her
graceful neck. Darleen would be really squirming now, pleading
with her to eat her cunt. Caroline might tease her a bit longer,
although she knew that she would be wild with hunger for that
delectable snatch and unable to resist much longer.
Maybe she would slip her head in from the back and suck her
off like that--the first time.
Naughty and exciting. Maybe she would tongue up the crack of
her firm little ass and rim out her asshole, too! Caroline had
never rimmed an asshole. But she liked the idea. It would make a
lovely appetizer before she moved down to the main course.
Caroline, getting really worked up by her thoughts, jumped
out of bed and hurried to the telephone.
It occurred to her that she and Darleen had not gotten
together for over a week. They had never gone that long without
sucking each other off since they started, and, now that she
thought about it, she realized she had not even seen Darleen that
week.
She hoped that Darleen had not tired of their lovemaking.
Frowning slightly at that disturbing idea, Caroline dialed
Darleen's number and waited, but there was no answer.
That was strange. Where on earth could Darleen be at this
early hour? Was she out of town for a few days? Why, surely she
would have told Caroline that she was going away.
Caroline was very disappointed.
Having gotten herself worked up into the mood to suck cunt
and tongue asshole as well, Caroline felt frustrated. Her pussy
had been taken care of but her mouth felt empty.
She didn't know what to do with herself.
She even considered giving herself a finger-fucking after
all. But it did seem kind of silly to frig herself off just to
kill time, just out of boredom, when she didn't really feel like
it.
She decided to wait a few minutes and then try to telephone
Darleen again, in case the juicy-cunted neighbor had just stepped
out of the house for a few minutes. She put the water on to make
a cup of coffee. She grinned with the wry thought that a cup of
coffee was a damned poor substitute for a pussy full of cuntjuice.
Then she giggled when she thought that she might have a cream bun
with it.
Thinking of cream, she remembered that she had not yet
fetched the milk from the doorstep. She went on through to the
front door. Because she was still naked, not having bothered to
dress or don a robe, she opened the door only a crack and glanced
out, to make sure that there was no one who might see her. No one
saw her.
But Caroline saw Darleen.
Darleen had just gone past the front of the house. She must
have left her own house only a moment before the telephone rang,
Caroline figured. Caroline was about to call out to the girl and
invite her in for coffee and all the other creamy elements of
their usual breakfast.
But then Darleen turned in to the house next door.
Caroline scowled.
Her good friend Darleen was visiting the new neighbor--a
sexy, red-headed divorcee.
Why?
Caroline didn't at all like what she was imagining. She
gazed out and saw that there was a smile on Darleen's pretty face-
-that face belonged buried between Caroline's thighs, and no
others! She saw the door open and Helen Ramsey stood there,
looking as sexy as always, smiling back at Darleen in an intimate
fashion.
It took a moment for Caroline to realize what the strange
emotion was that was swelling up in her.
Then she recognized it.
Caroline was jealous!
She watched as Helen Ramsey drew the door open wider, so that
Darleen could enter the house. As Darleen went in, moving past
Helen, her head turned so that they continued to look at each
other. Helen's sensual lips moved. Caroline could not hear what
she was saying, but whatever it was it caused Darleen to giggle.
The two, lusty redhead and lithe brunette, were still gazing at
each other as the door closed behind them. They looked at each
other--how? As if they were sharing a secret? Conspiratorially?
Was there tenderness and affection there, or merely naughtiness?
Caroline couldn't really tell. Then the door was closed and there
was nothing more to see.
Caroline felt depressed about it.
She went back to the kitchen and poured herself a cup of
coffee and sat at the table. She no longer felt like a cream bun
and she drank her coffee black. She was trying her best to think
logically but her emotions kept getting in the way. Each time she
had a nice, reasonable concept, out jumped a green-eyed mountain
lion of an emotion to pounce on it and savage it out of shape.
She recalled that she had seen a lot less of Darleen ever
since the redhead had moved in. She hadn't really thought of it
before. Their affair had never been constant or demanding, they
just got together when they felt like it--but now that lessening
frequency had taken on sinister overtones. Caroline felt sure
that Darleen must be having an affair with the redhead. She
wondered how it had started and when. She wondered which one had
seduced the other to begin with. Had Darleen told the redhead
about them, about she and Caroline? Caroline hoped not.
Cuntsucking was fun, but she certainly didn't want to be known as
a cuntsucker.
Still, if Helen Ramsey were a cuntsucker, too, it wouldn't
really matter. She would understand these things and know that a
girl did not have to be a lesbian to lap a pussy. It wasn't as if
the president of the P.T.A. had heard the news, or the preacher,
or her husband.
Caroline was calming down now.
It was ridiculous to be jealous, she told herself. Worse
than ridiculous--it was down-right perverted! Caroline and
Darleen had both enjoyed fooling around together on a strictly
physical basis. There had never been any sort of emotional
involvement, no tender words of love. There couldn't be, for that
would have changed the nature of their affair from a harmless
mutual pleasure-giving to one with true lesbian characteristics.
And if there was no emotional love, how could there be jealousy?
A little envy, maybe.
The two were akin but not the same and Caroline reasoned it
out. She did not care what Darleen did with another woman. It
was just that, while Darleen was with someone else, Caroline was
not getting her share. She decided that she wasn't jealous in the
slightest She was just greedy and selfish.
And her pride was hurt as well.
Caroline hated to think that Helen Ramsey's cunt might be
tastier than her own.
Chapter 6
Perhaps Caroline was not really jealous of Helen Ramsey as
far as Darleen was concerned, but she would sure as hell have been
jealous if she had known what had inspired her husband's rare
morning hard-on, and more jealous yet if she had realized that
such a morning hard-on was not, in fact, rare at all, but that he
usually saved it for his secretary. The sight of naked Helen
Ramsey, doing her morning exercises, had been responsible for a
lusting in his heart--but the lust that he had for Brenda had
nothing whatsoever to do with his heart, except that his heart
beat a bit faster when he was fucking the girl.
His prick was already hard when he arrived at the office.
He had had to smuggle his cock past the receptionist like a
piece of industrial espionage.
In the elevator, he had to face the wall to conceal the
jutting rod from the elevator operator, pretending that he was
having a coughing fit and had politely turned away, as the
elevator smoothly rose and his prick stayed risen.
Marching down the corridor, he encountered the janitor bent
over his broom, and Jonathon had to bend over his rampant prick,
hands thrust into his pockets, to hide the prominent outline by
his slumping posture. The janitor figured that Mr. Stephens must
be working too hard, for he seemed bowed under the burden of his
job.
But entering his own office, Jonathon made no attempt at all
to hide his potent tower.
Brenda was already there, making coffee at the sideboard, the
only real duty that she was able to perform very well, as far as
the office tasks were concerned.
She looked up.
Jonathon gave her a big smile. The willowy girl's gaze moved
down to the tented front of his trousers. Her eyebrows went up
and her lips turned into a grin. Usually, by the time that
Jonathon reached the office, his prick had diminished somewhat
from his waking-up hard-on--although his balls remained bloated--
and Brenda was delighted to see that he had arrived today already
prepared. Brenda was not a girl who required foreplay. She was
always ready to fuck. She had a ready cunt and an insatiable
mouth, and the few moments necessary to get his prick to harden
and rise seemed like a waste of time to such a secretary.
"I can see it's gonna be a hard day at the office," she said
happily as she eyed the only piece of office equipment that she
was properly equipped to handle.
Jonathon moved past her to the inner office.
She followed him in and closed the door.
"You have an appointment at eleven," she said.
Jonathon had remembered that and knew he had to get his cock
and balls well drained by that time. He was meeting a buyer from
Chicago, an aging spinster with blue hair and a prudish bearing,
and it would not do to greet her in a state of urgency.
But with such an efficient secretary, the emptying of
Jonathon's cock and balls presented no problem.
He moved to his desk.
Brenda was already removing her clothing.
She always took all her clothes off, even when she was giving
head instead of pussy. She didn't have a lot of dresses and
didn't want to risk getting them stained by cum. She swallowed
the stuff, to be sure, but Jonathon poured it out in abundance and
sometimes she could not gulp it all down fast enough. Cum might
overflow her lips and run down her chin and splash on the front of
her dress if she were clothed. Then, too, she was an enthusiastic
cocksucker and when she was going full tilt she sometimes bobbed
up a bit too high and her lips slipped off his cockhead. If he
happened to shoot at that instant, she was liable to get the whole
dose soaking her garments. Brenda was randy and eager about sex,
but she was smart enough to take such precautions.
Jonathon watched her disrobe.
He was wishing that she were Helen Ramsey, for he was still
excited by the thought of that ultra-sexy redhead, naked as she
stretched and jerked at her exercises.
Still, in a different way, Brenda was almost as attractive.
Her body was slender and her bushy cunt looked delicious.
Her dark, curly cunt hair spread out in a wide triangle at the
base of her torso, the wedge extending almost out to her hipbones
at the sides and silken hair running up as far as her belly
button. Her tits were small but her nipples were huge bullets of
pink flesh pushing out from areolas as big as half dollars. As
she stripped, her whole lithe, nubile body swayed--not like a
stripteaser so much as like a palm tree in a warm tropical breeze.
Jonathon was watching her and she was looking back, watching
him watch and taking a pleasure out of the way desire glowed in
his eyes. Brenda knew that she was a very lucky girl. She had
this excellent job, for which she was not really qualified at all.
Her boss was kind and generous and understanding when she
misspelled a word or lost a document somewhere in the maze of the
filing cabinets or got cuntjuice on his appointment book. He even
allowed her to keep her spare dildo in the office, for such times
as he was not available--although she really couldn't master the
filing system and could never remember if the damned thing was
kept in the D drawer, for dildo, the V, for vibrator, or if she
had filed it under R, for rubber prick. Despite the obvious
drawbacks in having her as a secretary--Jonathon had to do his own
typing, for instance--he seldom complained, and he had even given
her a raise.
And he had a great big prick to boot.
Brenda had never gone without plenty of prick, being a
promiscuous and fuckable sort of girl who had started fucking when
she was a kid, and she had sucked her first prick the same night
she had had her first fuck, although the prick she sucked was not
the same prick that fucked her. Brenda had started out with a
bang and had never looked back. At the moment, she was living
with three men, two of them brothers, and she usually got fucked
at least once, by each of them, during the course of the night.
So it wasn't as if Brenda needed Jonathon's big cock.
This made her an undemanding lover.
She never wheedled him to lap her cunt, nor insisted that he
make her come before he did--although she usually did--and she was
always game for whatever Jonathon wanted. It was a part of her
job and a perk of her job and, since he was her employer, Brenda
did not even think that she was cheating on her three boyfriends.
Naked, now, she advanced on Jonathon, her slim belly rolling
and her hips pivoting. He noticed that a creamy ribbon of
cuntjuice was already curling down the inside of her lean, shapely
thigh.
Jonathon usually only came once a day with Brenda.
He was a thoughtful fellow and sometimes felt selfish when he
asked for a blowjob instead of a fuck, but today he was not
troubled by such considerations.
He was in the mood for plenty.
Brenda stood before him, reaching down. She was almost as
tall as he, and they looked into each other's eyes as her deft
hands began to open his fly. She drew the zipper down with
tantalizing slowness, pulling it back up an inch, lowering it two
inches, until finally she had it all the way down. His prick was
stuck inside his white cotton shorts. His cock dragged those
shorts out as the prickshaft poked through, so that it looked like
the ghost of a cock wearing a sheet.
She unbuttoned the top of his fly and unbuckled his belt.
His pants fell open in a wide vee.
His prick thrust out, throbbing, dragging the elastic band of
his shorts out from his belly so that, looking down, she could see
his naked prick in the shadowy confines. His cock looked, she
thought, even larger than usual. She cupped his balls with one
hand, palm upwards, through his shorts. They felt pleasingly
solid and deliciously full of cum. With her other hand, she
pulled his shorts out away from his cock, then dragged them down
so that the elastic was under his balls and all of his fuck
equipment was bared.
She leaned in and kissed him on the mouth.
The head of his prick pushed into her belly.
Her tongue glided across his lips and, speaking into his
panting mouth, she said, "Heads or tails, boss?"
Jonathon grinned.
"I think both, today," he told her.
"Ooooh! Overtime!"
She began frigging his prick slowly up and down, her hand
loose and just skimming. Then her grip tightened and she skinned
his loose sheath up and down the rigid cockshaft.
He leaned back against the edge of the desk, taking his
weight on his hands and pushing his loins out.
Brenda gracefully sank to her knees in front of him.
She was licking her lips, her hot pink tongue slowly gliding
back and forth across her mouth, but she didn't go down on him
immediately. Brenda was a girl who appreciated sex in all its
aspects and one of them was the visual. Sometimes she could get
her rocks off by just looking at a shapely and sizable prick and
imagining what it would be like stuck up her. The sight made her
cunt smolder and made her mouth water. That attention was
affecting Jonathon as well. It was as if she were caressing him
with her eyes, he could almost feel her gaze burn into his
throbbing cockmeat. He stared down at her as she leaned in close,
going cross-eyed as she turned her vision inwards. He made his
cock muscles pulse. Brenda gasped as she saw the fat, dark vein
throb up the underside of his prickshaft and the fat cockhead
expand and darken.
She blew her warm breath on his prick.
Jonathon shuddered and moaned.
He pushed his cock out closer to her face and Brenda met it
with her tongue, the first lick a long, slurping one that ran up
his prick from balls to crown in one smooth, fluid stroke.
"Ummmmm, your meat is delicious," she purred.
She said it because she knew it would excite him to hear such
erotic words--but it was true, anyhow. The succulence of his cock
tingled on her taste buds. She took a second long slurp up the
prickshaft and fluttered her tongue against the sensitive point
where his cockhead flared out from the stalk and the fat vein
blended into the delta on the underside of his hot purple prick-
knob.
He shifted his feet and braced his ass against the edge of
the desk, jamming his pelvis out. But she wasn't ready to take
his cock into her mouth yet, since she liked to tongue a prick for
awhile before sucking upon it. Sometimes she even liked to do it
all with her tongue, licking a man off instead of sucking him off.
That way she had the pleasure of seeing the cum squirt out of his
prick and then lapping it up afterwards. She tilted her head from
side to side as she tongue up the cockshaft. She dipped down
lower and licked his balls for awhile. Ball meat was subtly
different from cockmeat in both taste and texture. It was musky
and spicy, and she adored his balls because they held such a
delicious load. She could feel his swollen balls shift under the
hairy bag as her moist tongue curled and coiled over him. She
lifted his balls and licked underneath. Jonathon was groaning at
this stimulation. He was grating his teeth and his face had
contorted with such desire and passion that he looked demented and
depraved as he swayed before the kneeling cocklapper.
A thick blob of pre-cum oozed from the parted cleft in the
tip of his cock and began to run sluggishly down the prick-knob.
Brenda drew back, watching that quicksilvery nugget descend,
glistening with a milky and pearly hue against his dark cockmeat.
She waited until it had slipped down onto his prickshaft and was
trickling down along the fat vein, then she pushed her tongue out
and gathered it up.
She let it slip around on her taste buds for a moment,
whetting her appetite and causing her tongue to tingle.
Then, with that cum nugget still there, she pushed her tongue
out so that Jonathon could see his spunk glistening on the hot,
pink flesh. He whimpered at the sight.
Then Brenda swallowed it down.
"Yummy," she purred.
Another thick blob oozed out.
Brenda tongued it up. Then she began licking the head of his
prick, very thoroughly. Her tongue laved and lapped all over the
smoking slab of purple cockmeat. More spunk bubbled out, streaked
with her saliva, foaming down the prick, and she swooped down
after it and lapped it up. By this time Jonathon was whimpering
in a torment of desire, his whole body trembling. He kept pushing
his hips out, thrusting his cock at her face but she kept turning
away so that his prick slid along her cheek, then tonguing his
long cock as he drew back again. But now she decided that it was
time to get down to cocksucking in earnest. Those few drops of
cum she had drunk had really given her a hearty appetite and she
was ravenous for the rest of that sweet load of ball juice.
She craned her neck and kissed the tip of his cock. Then
very slowly she let her lips part and fed his prick into her
mouth.
Jonathon moaned with pleasure as her lips collared his
cockshaft, behind the prickhead, and her cheeks hollowed in as she
began to suck lovingly on that hot mouthful. She only had the
cock-knob in her mouth at first, sucking and slipping her tongue
around against the underside while she played with his balls with
one hand and frigged the root of his prickshaft up and down with
the other. But then she stroked slower, then stopped. Brenda
didn't want to jack him off in her mouth, she wanted to suck him
off without any assistance from her hands. She just held the hilt
of his prick steady as her mouth worked on the cock crown. Her
head began to bob up and down, as if she were ducking for apples
in a barrel, going down a little bit lower with every descent as
she fed more and more of his prick into her face. Her lips were
compressed, really working on his cockmeat. Saliva poured down
his prick.
She twisted her head from side to side so that her mouth
rotated on his cock, fairly screwing his prick into her face. She
was taking almost all of the big hunk into her mouth by this time.
His cockhead lodged in her throat, then wedged down her gullet and
her lips sank all the way down to the root of his prick, her nose
nestling in his wiry pubic hair and her chin brushing against his
bloated balls. Her tongue was still working on him, too, flashing
and flaring against his cockhead and stalk as she took his prick
in, then slurping as she pulled back up the big cock. Her lips
were almost turning inside out as she pulled up, sucking hard.
Her cheeks went in and out. She was blowing as well as sucking as
her head went up and down in the steady rhythm that she knew was
going to bring him to the crest soon, desperate for his hot, thick
load now, hungry for his cum.
She pulled up until only the tip of his prick was still stuck
in her pliable mouth.
"Come," she purred into that meaty microphone.
The word coursed down his cock and hammered his balls so that
he felt it, rather than heard it.
"Come," she pleaded, again. "I want you to shoot in my
mouth. I want to drink your hot jism!"
Jonathon groaned.
His hands slid down onto her shoulders, holding her steady as
he humped, fucking into her mouth. As he pushed forwards, her
head went down to meet him, engulfing all of his cock, so that he
was buried to the balls in her sweet sucking mouth.
His balls expanded mightily.
Then they exploded.
She gave a little gasp when she felt his cock pulse as the
hot, thick fuck juice rushed up his tube. His cockhead flared
wildly. Then he was coming, and Brenda wailed with ecstasy as she
felt him hose her throat and whitewash her tonsils. Her head flew
up and down. His jism kept jutting out. The thick stuff was
filling her mouth so fast that she couldn't manage to swallow all
of it. It overflowed her pursed lips. She gulped down mouthfuls
of the delicious spunk and kept greedily sucking on his spurting
cockhead, pulling more of the precious nectar out of his cock and
balls. Cum was running around in her cheeks, coating the roof of
her mouth, soaking her teeth and gums. Her tongue was floating in
a river of the stuff. Ribbons of slippery slime poured down her
gullet and creamy strands escaped her lips and flowed down onto
his balls.
At last he stopped coming.
A few last drops oozed out.
Brenda kept sucking, milking him dry. His prick began to
soften in her mouth. She drew her lips from his cock and used her
nimble tongue to gather up the errant drops that had run down onto
his balls. Semi-hard, his cock swayed up and down in her face and
she mouthed his prick again, snapping up his cockhead like a frog
catching a meaty insect. She had drunk a huge load of spunk but
she wanted more. His cockhead flared, going up and down, swelling
and diminishing and then, as she kept licking and sucking on the
tasty slab, his prick started to swell and harden all over again.
Brenda knew how to keep a prick stiff. She sucked him back to
full hardness, then drew her mouth away and glanced up at his face
from under her fluttering eyelashes. She was giving him his
choice, quite willing to suck him off again, but equally willing
to have him fuck her cunt if he chose.
Jonathon drew her to her feet.
He stepped aside and Brenda leaned over the desk, her tits
bobbing under her, her ass hiked up, her feet widespread on the
floor. He moved in behind her. Her cunt was soaking and
steaming. She tossed her head, a happy smile on her cum-stained
lips, her eyes narrowed with lust. Jonathon wrapped his hand
around the root of his prick and guided the bloated cock-knob into
her wet pussy. He began to move his prick around in her cunt
slot, stirring her creamy pussy with his meaty cock. Her pussy
was sucking, trying to draw him up the hot channel. She squirmed
and her ass churned. Jonathon grasped her by the hip bones, the
handles of her loins, and braced his feet. His ass tensed. Then
he fucked the full length of his prick up her pussy.
Brenda wailed with joy.
She squirmed around that cuntful of swollen cockmeat,
grinding her ass back against his belly.
He drew out.
His cock was soaking with cuntjuice, and his prick steamed as
the hot fuck fluids evaporated in the air.
He fucked in again.
His cockmeat hissed up her hole like a heated crowbar dipped
into a cooling tub. His prick expanded, spreading her pussy out.
Her cunt muscles dragged and pulled on him. He began fucking
faster and harder, fucking his big prick into her, pulling out
against the suction of her cunt, then fucking back into the depths
of her pussy. His ass and hips jolted as he pumped the prick into
her. She was trembling wildly, her whole body beginning to
tremble as he fucked in and out of her cunt. His balls swung in
and out, slapping against her crotch. A mist of cuntjuice drifted
out as his big cock filled her cunthole to the brim. He dragged
her back by the hips as he fucked in, pulling her pussy onto his
prick like a tight fitting boot onto a club foot.
Her cunt started to melt around his cock.
Jonathon dipped from the knees and fucked his prick in with
underslung strokes, so that the full length of his cockshaft was
running across the girl's frenzied clit. The thrill darted up her
long, smooth, trembling thighs, meeting the sensation that was
already crashing across her belly. A great tide of feeling surged
through her hot loins, each successive wave coming higher and
faster.
Brenda had begun a constant wailing now. Each time he slid
his cock up her, she gave a short, sharp exclamation as if she
just could not believe she was getting such a welcome load, as if
he was surprising her again and again each time he fucked into her
pussy.
Then, as he withdrew, his prick coming back out of that
steaming gash, dripping and smoking like a poker from a fire, she
repeated the sound, but longer and softer and more drawn out,
quavering.
Slamming home to the hilt, Jonathon grunted.
His jism squirted into her, hosing her pussy with a hot
stream, under such pressure that her limber pelvis was tilted and
her ass jumped. He poured dose after dose of thick fuck juice
into her, and her pussy responded with a great deluge of cunt
nectar as they glided wildly together, working off their
simultaneous orgasms.
Brenda slid across the desk, arms and legs spread out, a huge
smile on her face.
Jonathon drew his prick out of her foaming pussy.
He was mildly surprised and not at all displeased to find
that, despite his two recent climaxes, his cock remained rigid.
When she twisted around and looked back and noticed this, Brenda
was even more pleased than Jonathon. She didn't wonder why her
boss was so particularly horny today. Brenda was not a girl who
looked for motivation and, if she got plenty of prick, she didn't
wonder why such potency had been inspired.
If she had realized, she wouldn't have cared anyhow.
Brenda was not the jealous type.
But Caroline was suffering a sort of jealousy and wondering
what she should do about it.
Chapter 7
It's really silly of me to feel this way, Caroline told
herself. After all, it's not as if I was in love with Darleen.
What we do together is just physical, just, fooling around. Why
should I care if she's fooling around with some other woman? It
isn't as if my husband were having an affair with that redheaded
bitch. Well, maybe my pride is hurt, a little. I thought that
Darleen loved doing it with me--not loved me, just loved doing it,
there's a difference there. But maybe she likes to do it with
Helen Ramsey more than with me. I wonder what Helen does to her
that I don't? I don't see how she could be a better cuntsucker,
certainly no more enthusiastic than I am--and I don't think her
cunt would be any creamier than mine, for the other half of it.
Does she use a dildo, maybe? Well, Darleen and I tried that,
Darleen could have all the rubber prick she wanted, but we both
decided we liked sucking more, so it can't be that. Maybe it's
just the variety. That's probably it. I wonder if I'd like some
variety, myself?
Caroline had not considered it before. She did not think of
herself as a lesbian, nor even bisexual, and she had not thought
of going to bed with women in general. She had been quite content
to fuck around with Darleen. But now, thinking of Darleen making
it with other women, it was natural for Caroline to start
considering it.
She wondered which of the women she knew had ever fooled
around like that, and which would be willing to. She could think
of several girls that she wouldn't at all mind sucking off, but
she had no idea how to approach them on such a delicate subject.
It was the sort of thing that could be awfully embarrassing. If
she suggested it and the other girl was scandalized or disgusted,
Caroline would never be able to live it down. She would have to
be very careful, working the conversation around to it subtly so
that the woman got the idea without any definite suggestion from
Caroline. Maybe with the help of that magic genie in the gin
bottle, the way it had happened the first time with Darleen.
Maybe just a little mild sex to begin with, just some feeling up
or tit sucking until the girl got so hot that she would be
receptive to more serious, and more enjoyable, amusements.
Or--what about Helen Ramsey?
If she's making it with Darleen, maybe she would like to make
it with me, too. I'm certainly as sexy as Darleen--and it would
serve her right, too.
She thought about Helen.
Caroline didn't know the spectacular redhead very well. She
had met her a few times, as neighbors. She had seen her walking
her dog, a big and robust elk hound, and wheeling a shopping cart
around the supermarket. She knew nothing about her. She thought
Helen was probably a divorcee, but she had no proof of it. Helen
never seemed to have any visitors nor any boyfriends. What sort
of girl was she? Could she be a proper lesbian, perhaps? Did she
knew some lezzie secrets that pleasured Darleen better than
Caroline, in her innocence, could?
Thinking about it, Caroline was getting randy.
She imagined Helen and Darleen in bed together and her pussy
began to spark and foam.
Maybe I'll have to fingerfuck myself, after all, Caroline
thought with a wry smile.
She finished her third cup of coffee, still stark naked, her
emotions somewhat confused. She figured that she would be able to
think more clearly once she'd milked her pussy. A girl couldn't
really be levelheaded when her cunt was simmering. She got up,
intending to go into the bedroom and frig herself off in comfort.
But, glancing out the window, she saw Darleen coming out of
Helen Ramsey's house.
Darleen looked happy and satisfied.
She turned back, obviously saying goodbye to her hostess,
then she moved down the walk. She had to pass Caroline's house on
her way home and, on a sudden impulse, Caroline decided to call
the girl over and get things settled.
Caroline hurried through to the front door and opened it
quickly, before she lost her nerve. The idea of a confrontation
distressed her, but she felt that she had to know the truth.
"Darleen," she called.
Darleen paused.
She glanced towards Caroline, then glanced away again. She
looked flustered and embarrassed. She shot a look at her own
house, as if she was considering ignoring Caroline's summons and
rushing on past, as if wanting to make an escape. Her attitude
was suspicious and furtive and Caroline felt more sure than ever
that the girl was having an affair with the sexy redhead. Another
wave of jealousy surged through her. But then Darleen smiled, in
a friendly enough fashion.
She came up the front walk to the door.
Caroline opened the door wider, stepping back, and, when
Darleen saw that Caroline was naked, she looked surprised.
But then she grinned.
Caroline hadn't realized how provocative it would be to
invite Darleen in when she was naked. Now she did. She said, "I
wanted to talk to you, honey. I was just going to get dressed--it
isn't a hint."
Darleen laughed.
"Oh, I've seen you naked before," she said suggestively.
"But not recently," Caroline said.
"I--I guess not," Darleen muttered.
They went through to the lounge and sat down.
Caroline was wondering if this might be easier if she were to
bring the gin bottle out.
She suddenly felt self-conscious about being naked. She kept
her legs together.
"I haven't seen much of you lately," she began.
"Well, not as much as usual."
"You aren't angry about anything?"
"What? Oh, gee, no--of course not."
Darleen frowned slightly, looking less than comfortable.
Caroline was determined to get the truth, no matter how
embarrassing the situation was.
She said, "I saw you going into Helen's house."
"Did you?"
"Tell me, Darleen, are you having an affair with her?"
"Of course not," Darleen said.
"Honestly?"
Darleen was looking this way and that, almost squirming.
She said, "I swear it. Caroline, it's the truth. But, well,
it's the truth, anyhow."
"But what?"
"Oh, nothing," Darleen said and shrugged.
Caroline said, "I have no right to tell you what to do, or
what not to do, but we did have so much fun together and now you
don't seem interested in me, anymore, so I thought--"
"To tell you the truth, Caroline, Helen is so desirable that
I thought about making it with her. Just the way you and I do,
just physical, you know. That's what I had in mind when I called
on her the first time. I'm sorry if that makes you jealous or
angry or hurt, but it's the truth. I--well, I offered to suck her
cunt. I told her that you and I sucked each other off and I asked
her if she would like me to do it for her--but she turned me down.
She told me she didn't make it with women. So that's the truth
and we aren't making it. But I got to admit I wouldn't mind."
Caroline was taken aback by Darleen's admission.
She didn't know how she should feel about it--relieved that
Darleen and Helen weren't sucking each other's cunt, or annoyed
because Darleen wanted to but had been rejected.
Uncertainly, Caroline said, "Don't you want to do it with me
anymore, then, Darleen?"
"Oh, sure," Darleen said. "Gee, sure I do!"
Caroline was feeling hornier than ever as she thought about
her friend trying to seduce the redhead. Even though she had been
turned down, it was an exciting thought.
"Would you like to now?" Caroline whispered.
Darleen seemed to hesitate for a second.
Then, smiling, she said, "Okay."
Caroline got up, then sat down again, beside Darleen on the
couch. They kissed. Darleen began to feel Caroline's plump tits.
"I want to do you this morning," Caroline whispered, speaking
the words into Darleen's parted lips. "I was really in the mood
to make love to you, Darleen--with my tongue--all over--"
"Ummmmm, what a lovely idea!" Darleen purred.
Caroline's hand was moving up the slick, smooth inside of
Darleen's thigh, under her skirt.
She touched her cunt.
Darleen was not wearing any panties!
If she isn't making it with Helen, why did she go over there
without wearing panties?
Caroline wondered. Was she still hoping to seduce the
redhead? Had she tried to get her interested by crossing her legs
and displaying her sweet pussy?
But Caroline was too hot to worry about it now.
She was dying to mouth that creamy cunt.
She fingered it, feeling the pussylips part and the clit
tense. She thrust her tongue into the girl's mouth and Darleen
sucked lovingly on it.
Then Caroline slid down to the floor. Darleen arched her
back, her head resting on the back of the couch and her ass
perched on the edge of the cushions and her legs extended and
parted. Caroline lifted her skirt and gazed at her juicy cunt,
licking her lips. She had intended to go around the world on
Darleen today, to tongue her all over for a long time before she
got around to gobbling her cunt, but now she was too hungry for
that creamy pussy to prolong the pleasure. Her tongue was in a
frenzy that could only be soothed by dipping it into that creamy
cunt.
Caroline spread Darleen's cuntlips wide open with her
fingertips and pushed her tongue up her hole.
"Oooooh," wailed Darleen.
Caroline tongue fucked her, then began to suck.
And suddenly Caroline's mouth was full of cum!
She frowned, puzzled. She sucked again and another thick
dose of jism filled her mouth.
Caroline knew full well what spunk tasted like.
She had sucked her husband off countless times and could tell
the difference between cum and cuntjuice. She even knew what cum
tasted like when it was gulped out of a cunt instead of from a
cock because once she had sucked Darleen off right after Darleen's
husband had fucked her.
There was no doubt about it.
Darleen had been fucked and shot into very recently.
Caroline raised her head.
"Oh, don't stop," Darleen pleaded.
"Darling, you've just been fucked," Caroline said, puzzled.
"Never mind that--suck me off!"
"Oh, I'll suck you off, all right, but who fucked you?"
"Don't ask! Please don't ask!" whimpered Darleen.
Caroline was intrigued. Who could have fucked Darleen? She
had the wildest thoughts--that Helen had a man hidden in her home,
maybe even held captive, even Helen was really a man in drag.
Caroline was hungry for cunt and eager to finish eating Darlene's
hairy, juicy pussy, but she just had to know the truth.
"Tell me or I won't eat you out," she said.
"I can't tell."
"Tell me!"
"It's--it's too embarrassing!" Darleen wailed.
Caroline sat back on her heels and shrugged.
"I'm not going to suck cum out of you unless I know where the
cum came from," she stated with determination.
Darleen gazed pitifully down at Caroline.
Caroline was licking her lips to show Darleen what she was
going to miss if she refused to confess. That first tonguing had
really gotten Darleen worked up, and she began to whimper with
terrible need and frustration.
Darleen reached down and placed her hands behind Caroline's
head, trying to drag her face back into her crotch. But Caroline
turned away, avoiding the contact, determined, even though she was
drooling for more of that tasty pussy.
"Who was the guy?" she demanded.
Darleen blushed furiously and lowered her eyes.
"It wasn't a guy," she said.
"What?" Caroline asked, surprised.
"Oh, damn it! I--I've been fucking Helen's dog!" Darleen
wailed.
Caroline gasped.
Darleen looked up from under her lowered eyelashes, still
blushing a pink color, looking defensive and guilty.
"Are you shocked, Caroline?" she asked.
Caroline was indeed shocked.
She had never dreamed of such a thing.
But now, as she thought about it, she found that the idea was
making her more horny than ever. Darleen fucked dogs! The very
depravity of it was inspirational! It was ever so wicked, and all
the more thrilling because of the wickedness. The two cuntsuckers
stared at each other. Then Caroline began to smile.
"Why, you naughty girl," she said.
Seeing that Caroline was taking it so well, Darleen began to
relax. But there was nothing relaxed about her crotch, and her
cunt was steaming. Ribbons of foamy cuntjuice poured down her
hairy crotch. Caroline gazed at that tasty pussy. It was full of
dog cum! And Caroline wanted to suck cunt more than ever!
"Please," Darleen pleaded.
"Yes," said Caroline. "Oh, yes!"
Caroline buried her face between those smooth thighs, clamped
her open mouth on that flooded cunt slot and began to suck with
relish. Cuntjuice and dog cum poured over her lips and tongue.
She sucked the girl dry.
Then Darleen told her all about the dog ...
Chapter 8
Darleen had been embarrassed about fucking a dog at first,
and had admitted it only reluctantly, and only then because
Caroline was denying her a suck until she confessed.
But once Darleen had revealed the truth, she seemed to want
to talk about it. And it had made Caroline horny as well, she
realized. Far from thinking that Darleen had behaved shamefully
or disgustingly, Caroline had been inspired to give her some great
tongue and had gobbled up plenty of second-hand dog cum, too.
After she got her rocks off on Caroline's nimble tongue,
Darleen stretched out along the couch, one foot on the floor, the
other on the cushions, her knee raised and her thighs parted.
Her cunt had gone off like a volcano.
Now it was simmering gently, satiated and yet tingling, ready
to get hot again.
Caroline was still kneeling on the floor in front of the
couch. She rested her cheek on Darlene's slim belly, gazing up at
the girl's face. Darleen stroked Caroline's head lovingly.
Caroline's lips were slightly parted. Her breath billowed up
Darleen's tummy and a slender thread of cuntjuice ran out of the,
corner of her mouth and into Darleen's belly button, connecting
them on the sticky strand. Darleen needed no urging now.
She began to speak of her own accord.
"I guess I would have told you about it, sometime, anyhow,
Caroline," she began. "I wanted to. I figured it would make you
horny, but I was kind of embarrassed about it. I wasn't too sure
how you'd take it and I didn't want to make you angry or jealous."
"Jealous? Of a dog?" Caroline said, smiling. "I was jealous
when I thought that you were making it with Helen, I'll admit. I
was imagining the two of you sucking each other off and it was
driving me wild--jealous and randy at the same time."
As she spoke, that strand of cuntjuice glistened at the
corner of her mouth, as if her jaw were hinged like a
ventriloquist's dummy, worked by that slippery thread.
Darleen went on, "Well, like I told you, I wanted to. I
would have. When I went to visit her the first time--well, that
was what I had in mind, I have to admit. I was hoping that she
might give me some hint that she was interested. I would have
been happy to just suck her cunt, she wouldn't have had to do me,
unless she wanted to. Well, I worked the conversation around to
sexy things. Helen seemed to realize, right from the start, what
I was getting at. Her eyes sort of gleamed and she looked amused.
I thought she wanted me, then. So I told her that you and I had
been giving each other head. It didn't surprise her or shock her,
don't worry. She just smiled some more. And then I asked her if
she would like to have me go down on her."
Caroline gave a little whimper at the thought.
"But she said no," Darleen said with a little sigh of regret.
"She told me that she didn't make it with girls."
Caroline, her jealousy dissolved now, thought that it was a
shame, too. It would have been nice to have another girl to make
love with, another hot pussy to eat for a change. Or maybe the
three of them could have gotten together for a sort of cluster-
suck.
Caroline loved the idea of sharing Helen's cunt with Darleen,
both of them kneeling between the redhead's lush thighs, cheek to
cheek, both tongues flashing together and sharing the load of
cuntjuice that bubbled out. The thought was so exciting that her
tongue began to tingle again. It was still coated with a slippery
layer of Darleen's cuntjuice, the succulent flavor setting her
taste buds off.
Darleen stirred, her velvet belly moving under Caroline's
cheek, her slender back arching slightly.
She said, "Well, I asked her what she did for sex, since she
didn't have a husband or a boyfriend--I was still hoping to change
her mind, that she might at least give it a try. I was pretty
sure that she'd love it, once I got my tongue up her gash, you
know. But then she laughed--and she came right out with it. 'Why
do you think I have a nice big elk hound?' is what she said. I
didn't understand, at first. It was just too far out. I had some
sort of idea that she meant she kept the dog to guard her, to keep
men from annoying her. Then--I guess she noticed how confused I
was, she must have figured I was awful naive--then she said, 'He
has such a lovely, big prick--why would I need a man?' I was
really shocked. I asked her if she was joking, making fun of me?
She said that she was absolutely serious. She asked me if I had
never thought about getting fucked by an animal. Well, I had
thought about it, but only as a wild fantasy when I was
fingerfucking myself--never as a real possibility."
Caroline turned her face down and kissed Darleen's belly, low
down, her lips stirring in her curly cunt mound. She was ready to
suck some more cunt, but she waited. She wanted to hear more
about Helen and Darleen and the dog--and it was hard to hear when
her ears were clamped between a girl's trembling thighs, her face
buried in a creamy crotch.
Darleen stroked Caroline's head and continued.
"Helen told me all about it, that first day I was there. She
started with a dog when she was just a kid. She had a pet and one
day when she was playing with him, he got a hard-on. It
fascinated her. She had never seen a stiff prick before, but she
knew what they were for. She jacked the dog off the first time.
She loved doing it, loved to feel his prick pounding in her hand
and then to see the jism squirt out. The dog loved it, too, of
course. After that, Helen used to jack the dog off quite a lot.
She liked to aim his prick at her tits or at her crotch and pull
the spunk out, letting it splash on her body. She kept thinking
about letting the dog fuck her, wanting it. But she was a virgin,
then, and she wasn't sure that she ought to let a dog take her
cherry. Then one day--this is really naughty--she jacked the dog
off in her face. Her mouth was open. She pushed her tongue out
when she felt his prick swell up and she pumped his cum out--and
drank it! That seems even more depraved than fucking a dog, I
think. It sure made me hot to hear about it, to imagine it!"
"It's making me hot, too," murmured Caroline, her lips
pressed to Darleen's curly pussy mound.
"So after that she began blowing the dog, instead of jacking
him off. She liked to take the head of his cock in her lips and
suck on it while she pumped him with her hand, so that she was
jerking him off right into her mouth and sucking him at the same
time. And sometimes she would lie down and let the dog mount her,
as if he was fucking her except higher up--letting him fuck her in
the mouth, you know? His balls would drag against her tits and
he'd go frantic, humping away and driving his prick right back
into her throat. Well, after that, Helen decided that since she
was already blowing him, it wouldn't be any more wicked to fuck
him, so she let the brute have her cherry. She adored it. She
couldn't get enough of it. She even began seducing other dogs in
the neighborhood. She'd ask the neighbors if she could walk their
dogs and then she'd fuck them. She told me that she screwed a
dozen different dogs before she ever had a man."
Caroline slid down and slipped her tongue into Darleen's
creamy cunt gash, moving it around slowly and gently as she
listened to the strange and fascinating tale of bestiality.
"Well, after awhile Helen started going out with men and she
was sort of promiscuous for awhile. She got fucked by lots of
guys and she sucked plenty of pricks and she even took it up the
ass a few times, just to see what it was like. But she never
found a man who could satisfy her as well as a dog. It wasn't
physical as much as psychological. With a man she was always
self-conscious, wondering if he was enjoying it as much as she
was, thinking about emotional aspects, all the niceties of normal
lovemaking. But a dog just wants to get his balls emptied. You
don't have to worry about anything else, it's all just frantic
fucking. She loves the way a dog whines and whimpers when he
starts to come. It's more like seducing a young man who never had
it before, she said, than making it with an experienced Romeo.
Just a question of coming, not making love--and that's exactly
what Helen wants."
Caroline was gently tonguing Darleen's cunt slot, and
Darleen's pelvis had begun to move slowly and rhythmically under
her.
"So she stopped going out with men, except once in a while
she likes to give a young boy his first piece of ass--mainly to
hear him whimper like a dog when he shoots. She bought herself a
dog. Well, in fact, she bought a couple dogs. She even took a
job in a pet shop for a short time, so that she could try fucking
different breeds before she decided which was the best for her
purposes. She had a Great Dane and a wolfhound, before, but she
says the elk hound has the best prick."
Darleen paused and her hips moved a bit faster. She had
talked long enough and now she was ready to get her rocks off
again. But Caroline wanted to hear the other part of the story.
She licked ever so lovingly on Darleen's stiffened clit and said,
"Tell me the rest, darling--tell me what you did with the dog."
"Well, after Helen told me all about it, she could see how
hot it had made me--and she asked me if I wanted the dog to screw
me. I said no, at first. I mean, I did want it, I was dying to
find out what it was like to get fucked by an animal, but I was
too timid. But she called the dog in and began to play with its
cock. Oh, it was huge! As she stroked it, it got bigger and
bigger. I watched, totally fascinated, as that big, shiny
cockhead came squeezing out from the hairy stalk. I could just
imagine how wonderful it would feel to have my cunt stuffed full
of that hot meat, to have the elk hound pounding it up me. After
he was really hard and starting to whimper, Helen brought him over
and pushed his muzzle between my legs. Well, it didn't seem so
awfully naughty just to let a dog lick me--and, anyhow, I wanted
to so badly. So I took my panties off and spread my legs and let
him lap my cunt. Helen kept playing with his prick while he was
tonguing me. She even ducked down under him and fluttered her
tongue against the swollen knob! Then she said that it was time
for the dog to get his cock emptied. She was going to screw him,
herself. And I just couldn't bear the thought! I just had to
have a cuntful of dog meat! I guess Helen knew how I felt,
because she just gave me a wink and moved away. I got down on my
hands and knees. The dog knew just what to do, of course. He
mounted me, clinging to my haunches. He was humping and his prick
was bouncing off my ass and sliding through my crotch, so I
reached back between my legs and took it in my hand and guided the
head into my cunt. Then he plowed it up me, all of it on the
first stroke. Oh, I've never felt anything like it, Caroline!
His prick was so big and hard and hot and he was pouring it into
me so fast. He was really frantic, pumping in and out a lot
faster than a man ever does, filling my twat to the brim. I came
right away. Then I came again. Then the dog shot in me! I could
feel all that hot, thick dog slime squirt up me. I came a third
time and the dog just kept coming! I didn't think he was ever
going to stop. That hot juice just kept pouring out as if his
balls were bottomless. I was full of the stuff. Oh, I just
adored it--and I've been back for more, darling. I fucked him
face to face, this morning. Darleen's lips were trembling, her
eyes were glazed, her face was a mask of pure lust. "And I took
his prick in my mouth, too, Caroline, I wanted to! I sucked his
meat and let him squirt his scum in my mouth. Oooooh!"
Darleen began to thrash about, her ass churning wildly and
her hips pumping like pistons.
Caroline, driven wild by the tale of bestiality, had gone
suck crazy on Darleen's clit. The lower part of her face was
buried in Darleen's groin. She looked up from the tops of her
eyes and saw that Darleen's tongue was flashing back and forth
across her lips. Darleen, too, was hungry now. Caroline slowly
turned around. She didn't remove her mouth from Darleen's cunt
but she shifted her body around the pivot of her head, coming up
and over and into the sixty-nine position. She lowered her
foaming snatch onto Darleen's eager face and the two naughty
housewives began to suck each other off together.
They creamed together.
And then, not even pausing to catch their breath, they did it
all over again, giving as good as they got and drinking as much
cunt juice as they spilled from their frenzied loins.
They had a long and lovely session and Caroline was very
happy that her affair with Darleen was continuing.
But the tale of the dog had intrigued her.
After Darleen left, Caroline thought about it.
She couldn't seem to stop thinking about it.
Even though she had come several times in Darleen's mouth,
she still felt horny. She fingerfucked herself, thinking about
the elk hound and imagining that it was a dog's prick that was
churning her cunt to a lather. She came in her hand, and still
she felt horny.
Caroline wanted to get fucked by the dog. She thought it was
totally depraved.
And wanted it all the more because of that.
* * *
Caroline was still randy when Jonathon got home from work.
Jonathon was not in the mood for sex because he had spent
most of the day with his prick stuck up his secretary, but he was
a dutiful husband and felt a bit guilty about his affair with
Brenda. When Caroline told him that she needed a good fucking, he
was determined to do his best. He was ready to go to the bedroom,
but Caroline, for some strange reason, wanted to fuck on the
living room floor.
She knelt down in front of him, opened his fly, and hauled
his cock and balls out.
His cock was limp.
Even soft, Jonathon was lucky enough to have an impressive
hunk of cockmeat looping out in a fat coil from his groin.
Caroline slurped his prick into her mouth and began to suck.
Jonathon was worried that his wife might detect the flavor of
cuntjuice on his prick because he had not had a chance to bathe
after fucking his secretary. But he wasn't too worried because he
had fucked Caroline that morning and she would probably figure
that it was her own cuntjuice she was tasting.
Then, too, Jonathon had no idea that his wife knew what
cuntjuice tasted like--and that she adored the tasty stuff.
She sucked slowly and steadily.
His cockmeat began to rise and swell.
Her head bobbed up and down and his prick came up in a series
of jerks and jolts, responding to the efforts of her talented
mouth and rising up before his belly. His cock got fatter and
longer and harder. His prickhead began to get smoking hot.
Caroline was really working on that succulent mouthful. She was
sucking him so skillfully that he would have shot in her mouth
normally. But his balls had been depleted into Brenda, so his
orgasm was delayed.
After a long time, Caroline drew her slurping lips off his
cockhead and studied it for a moment to make sure that she had
sucked his prick up as erect as it was going to get.
Then she turned away and got down on her hands and knees.
It was obvious that she wanted to get fucked from behind.
Jonathon was not surprised by this, for they frequently enjoyed
the variety of a back-fuck. He got down on his knees behind her.
His prick was throbbing now, the tip steaming and the fat vein
pulsating. His cock was like a heated crowbar, levered up behind
her thrusting ass.
He fitted the tip of his prick into her cunt.
Caroline looked back over her shoulder, a dreamy smile on her
lips and a gleam in her eyes.
"Fuck me like a dog!" she whimpered.
Jonathon fucked his fat cock up her pussy.
She began to hump frantically, her pussy pulling, her ass
churning. He steadily fucked his prick into her, holding her by
the hipbones as he fucked his cock into the hilt.
He enjoyed that doggy fuck.
But he did wonder why his wife was whimpering and whining
with such realism. He would have been scandalized had he known
that Caroline was pretending that her husband was an elk hound.
Chapter 9
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 bestiality, that she could possibly fuck an
animal. 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.
Chapter 10
Because she loved to fuck dogs, Helen Ramsey had made a point
of meeting the owner of the local pet shop. His name was Harold
Turner and he was quite a good-looking man--as handsome as a
greyhound, was the way that Helen thought of it.
Helen was in no way a shy or timid woman, but her boldness
did have its limits. When she first met Harold, she couldn't
bring herself to simply come right out with it and admit that she
wanted his dogs to fuck her. She thought it over and laid her
plans. One day she arranged it so that Harold seduced her in the
back room of his pet shop, a room in which several suitable
canines were caged. After Harold had screwed her quite
satisfactorily on the top of some South American parrot shipping
crates, Helen mentioned that she enjoyed a suck on a prick as well
as screwing. Harold, being a normal red-blooded pet shop owner,
thought that was a splendid idea and offered her his cock.
Helen commenced to suck his prick.
But then, looking regretful, she drew her lips away.
"Oh, dear," she said. "Your prick really is delicious--I
wish I could suck it for hours and let you shoot in my mouth."
"Be my guest," said Harold, all for that idea.
"I'm sorry. I can't," she sighed.
Harold was horny as could be by this time because Helen had
really been doing a marvelous job on his cock, and he desperately
wanted to have her finish the blowjob and drink his cum.
"But, why not?" he asked. "I thought that you enjoyed
sucking and drinking jism, Helen."
"Oh, I do. But it's just too frustrating for me, Harold,"
she explained. "I do love to have a mouthful of prick--but my
poor cunt feels so neglected and abandoned when I'm blowing. I
simply can't give head for very long while my pussy is empty."
"Damn!" Harold snorted. "I don't see what I can do about
that. I only got one prick."
"If only there were another prick available," said Helen
wistfully. "Then I could suck you as long as you wanted me to."
"You mean--another man? A threesome?" he asked doubtfully,
not wanting to share the gorgeous redhead with some other guy.
Helen looked indignant.
"Certainly not!" she snapped. "What kind of girl do you
think I am? I'd never make love to two men at once."
Harold was relieved to hear it.
But he was puzzled and confused.
And he was frustrated as hell, with his poor prick only half
sucked and thundering wildly for more.
"But where can we find a spare prick without a man?" he
asked.
Helen had flashed him a glorious smile.
She pointed to the Great Dane.
"How about him?" she said.
Harold went into a state of shock. It lasted for thirty
seconds. Then he fetched the huge dog from its cage and the
problem was solved.
Helen got down on her hands and knees and the dog was
persuaded to mount her. Then Harold knelt in front of her and
stuck his cock in her mouth. The Great Dane threw a lovely fuck
into her cunt and, in due course, she drank Harold's hot jism.
In the days to come, Harold was to become suspicious of
Helen's motives and inclinations. Sometimes he got the impression
that she liked the dogs more than she liked him. But as long as
he got a blowjob out of it, he wasn't complaining.
Helen visited the pet shop twice a week--more often when
Harold phoned to inform her that a new consignment of fuckable
dogs had arrived. He had dogs of all breeds and Helen was
enthusiastically fucking her way through the whole canine species.
She adored greyhounds because they screwed so hard and fast and
she cherished wolfhounds because their pricks were huge. She
liked German shepherds, black and tan hounds and Airedales. She
had even been dropping hints to the effect that any respectable
pet shop should have at least one pony or donkey in stock.
This morning Harold had telephoned to tell her that a new
Doberman had arrived--which was why Helen had been so pleased when
Caroline showed up to take care of the elk hound.
Now she had arrived at the pet shop and was greeted at the
door by a smiling Harold Turner.
"Shall I blow you first, or do you want to fuck me in the
mouth while the Doberman has my cunt?" she asked.
"Helen, I have a special treat for you, today. But I think
that you'd better blow me first, okay?"
It was no hardship for Helen.
Although she much preferred dogs, she never objected to a
nice mouthful of human cock. Harold drew the blinds and locked
the door and produced his prick. Helen knelt down on the floor,
took his cock into her mouth and commenced to suck. Harold seemed
particularly horny today and, in minutes, hosed her gullet with a
stream of spunk. She polished his spent cock-knob and daintily
wiped the errant drops from her lips.
Going down on a man always made her more horny than ever for
a dog, and she eagerly followed Harold to the back room.
Then she saw the special treat for Harold had for her.
There was a new Doberman, true.
But there was also a huge-pricked donkey!
Helen stared at the beast, her eyes glowing.
She had never fucked any animal bigger than a dog, but one of
her fondest fantasies was fucking a horse or donkey.
"Oh, Harold! How thoughtful of you!" she cried.
Harold smiled proudly.
"I thought you'd like him," he said. "I ordered him
specially for you, Helen. He comes from Mexico--where the burros
know all about fucking women."
Helen was walking around the donkey, peering under his belly
at his cock and bails. The massive prick hung down, not erect yet
but still a dynamic hunk of cockmeat. His prick coiled down in a
mighty gray loop, like an elephant's trunk.
"It's awfully big," said Helen doubtfully. "I hope it will
fit up my cunt."
Harold figured that there would be no trouble on that score.
Helen's cunt was so big and juicy and pliable that he reckoned a
railroad train could run up that tunnel. But he didn't think it
would be a good idea to tell her that.
And, anyhow, hers was a talented cunt, able to tighten around
a prick in a delightfully snug fit.
Helen had knelt beside the donkey's flank.
She reached under the beast's belly and began to massage his
cockmeat with both hands. His prick began to get hard
immediately. The donkey, being from Mexico, did not seem
surprised to have a human girl playing with his cock. He turned
his head and regarded the redhead with interest.
Helen was staring at his cock, which rose and hardened in her
hands. The prick-knob was a huge mushroom-shaped slab of dark-
gray meat, flaring out as the foreskin receded. The prick stalk
was so thick that she could barely span it in both hands, and his
bails were swelling up, nearly as big as melons. She fondled the
big cock until his prick was fully rampant and standing out along
the animal's belly, the tip almost reaching its chest.
Helen sat down on the floor and slid under the donkey.
She cupped his prick in both hands, holding the tip out
towards her face and began licking that slab of dark cockmeat.
She squirmed and purred with the pleasure. This was truly a
treat, a fantasy realized, for the horny redhead had often
wondered what a donkey prick would taste like. Her head twisted
from side to side as she gave the bloated cock-knob a thorough
tonguing, lapping and licking and laving all over the rubbery
wedge and pushing her tongue up the parted cleft. A trickle of
slime oozed out. Helen gave a little moan and lapped it up,
getting her first ever taste of donkey spunk and finding it
delicious.
She opened her mouth as wide as she could and tried to take
the beast's cockhead in. His prick-knob was too big to fit. She
unpeeled her lips and mouthed as much of his cock as she could.
She was pleased to find that she could almost swallow his prick-
knob because her cunt was bigger than her mouth--if his cock
almost fit in her mouth, his prick would fit in her cunt gash.
But she figured that it might be just as well to get her pussy
nice and juicy and lubricated before she tried.
"Bring the Doberman over, Harold," she requested.
Harold moved to the dog's cage. The dog had been an
interested observer. Not being from Mexico, he was amazed to see
a human bitch licking a burro's cock and, lusty by nature, he
wondered--and hoped--if the woman licked dog dicks, as well. When
Harold opened the cage, the big dog bounced out with enthusiasm
and padded over to the woman.
His prick was starting to swell and harden.
His cock wasn't nearly as big as the donkey's mighty prick,
but his cock was plenty large for a dog, long and fat and shapely.
The cock-knob was bright red and already starting to drip.
Helen pulled the dog's prick up to her face and gave his cock
a suck. She began switching back and forth, sucking the dog and
licking the donkey. She was lapping up pre-spunk from both
lathered cockheads, and the stuff was making her ravenous for
more. She slid around onto her hands and knees, her head under
the donkey and her ass presented to the Doberman. The big dog
sniffed her cunt and whined.
Since the redhead was in the doggy position, the Doberman had
no difficulty in figuring out what to do. He mounted her, his
forelegs wrapped tightly around her hips and his back arched as he
fucked his cock into her crotch.
Helen reached back between her legs and guided his prick into
her cunt. The knob slid in and the dog stiffened, then started to
fuck, driving the huge cock in and out with gusto. Helen rolled
her hips and pushed her ass back to meet the dog's strokes,
corkscrewing her cunt onto his cock.
Now that she had a cuntful of fucking prick, Helen was able
to really concentrate on sucking the donkey off. She fitted her
parted lips to the tip of his cock again and cupped his prick
stalk in both hands. Tonguing and sucking on the swollen cock-
knob, she began to frig him up and down with a steady pumping
action.
The donkey, realizing that this girl was going to bring him
to a climax in her mouth, and relishing the idea, began to fuck.
He had not had a blowjob to a climax since a dark-eyed beauty
named Juanita had given him head in Tijuana and now he was finding
that gringo girls sucked pricks with every bit as much skill as
did the gals south of the border. Out of one wild eye, he watched
the Doberman fucking her and the Doberman was looking over Helen's
shoulder, watching her suck on the donkey's cock.
Vaguely, in his canine fashion, the dog wondered if it was
perverted to be sharing a human bitch with a burro.
Helen was going wild with pleasure now, panting onto the
donkey's knob, her ass churning under the Doberman's assault. Her
hands skimmed up and down faster and faster, blurring as she
frigged the brute's prick, wanting to make him come into her
hungry mouth. Sighting down his prick stalk, she watched his
balls expand.
The donkey brayed, quivering all over.
Suddenly he lurched and his cock rippled.
Helen had a mouthful of hot, thick donkey cum. The geyser
hit the back of her throat with such force that it blew her head
off his cock, but she gulped the tasty stuff down and pushed her
lips back onto him in time to get his second creamy load into her
mouth. Sucking and frigging, she milked him dry. She tongued the
fuck cream from his cockmeat, polishing the dark slab to a luster.
Then she began to concentrate on the other end of the linkage,
eager to have the Doberman shoot in her cunt now that she had
swallowed that delicious mouthful. Her cunt muscles contracted,
pulling on his prick in a series of tightening rings, sucking and
dragging and wringing.
The dog howled.
His hot jism hosed her cunt.
Helen wailed with joy when she felt that steaming slime burst
into her, and her clit went off like a stick of dynamite as her
cuntjuice flooded out to blend with the Doberman's cum.
The dog humped happily away, emptying his cock and balls to
the dregs, and the redhead pumped her pussy on him as she worked
her own orgasm off to the last wonderful sparks, the final
rippling spasms.
The dog was panting.
He plucked his prick out and hopped down to the floor.
Cum and cuntjuice poured from her abandoned cunt.
She knelt there, a dreamy smile on her cum-soaked lips,
enjoying the warm glow that followed her orgasms. It had been a
lovely come. Taking it in both ends at once really increased the
thrill of the climax, she thought.
But one coming, nice as it had been, was not clearly enough
to satisfy horny Helen--not when there was a donkey to be fucked.
And now it was time to fuck the brute.
Chapter 11
Helen began licking the donkey's cockhead again, skillfully
tonguing his massive prick back into a new hard-on. The prick
stalk came up, vibrant and throbbing. She leaned back and gazed
lustfully at his cock, imagining how well his prick would fill her
cunt. The thought drove her wild. She was desperate to get
fucked by her first burro.
But she wasn't quite sure how.
Harold, however, had already given that some thought.
He had measured the height of the donkey's loins and had
hammered together a low platform, which he now produced. As soon
as Helen saw it, she thought it was just the thing. She got on
the surface and Harold led the donkey into position. This was
just like old times for the donkey, who had been a star performer
across the Rio Grande. He stood, stiff-legged, over the spread-
eagled lady. His cock loomed over her, stretching from her creamy
crotch up to her chin. She ducked her head down and licked some
more, clamping her knees around the cockshaft, frigging him with
her sleek thighs. Then she squirmed up and the head of the
donkey's prick slipped into her groin. The donkey began to push
and Helen squirmed as she tried to slide her cunt down over his
huge cock.
His prick wouldn't go in at first.
Helen had a terrible thought that maybe they would not be
able to fuck, that she would have to content herself with sucking
the donkey off and fucking the dogs. It seemed an awful shame to
have such a wonderful cock and not be able to fill her cunt with
it.
But her pussy was truly pliable and made more elastic than
ever by her smoldering desire. Her cuntlips were spread wide,
almost turning inside out as they pushed down against the tip of
that fat cock. Inch by inch, she was taking the donkey's cock
into her pussy. The donkey made no attempt to hump her yet,
knowing from experience that it was necessary for the woman to get
the fucking started and that he would merely shove her away if he
tried to fuck in. He stood stiff and rigid and waited impatiently
while Helen slowly fed his cock-head into her pussy.
The smoking tip was in.
Her cuntlips were pulling and her pussy hole was sucking like
a vacuum cleaner as she struggled to fill her cunt with cockmeat.
Harold knelt down at the head of the platform and placed his hands
on her shoulders, pushing her down against the resistance.
Supported that way, Helen was able to really shove her cunt down
with force.
The head of the donkey's cock slipped in!
"Oh!" she cried, "Oooooh!"
Her cuntlips clamped around his cockshaft, behind the buried
knob, clinging and clutching in a taut collar. Slowly she fed
more of the massive cock up her cunt tunnel. The prick-head was
like a huge lump of molten iron.
Helen began to gurgle and wail as she experienced the delight
of being stuffed to the limit, of being chock-a-block full of
rampant prick. Inch by inch, she squirmed down. The donkey still
stood rigid.
Helen arched her back and her ass churned, and she slipped
down the last inch. Her cunt was as full as a pussy could get.
She only had about half of the donkey's cock in her, but the
prick-knob was buried to the depths and she could take no more.
She clamped her thighs around the length of donkey prick that
bridged the gap between her crotch and the beast's balls.
Twisting her lithe hips, she began to screw her cunt hole
around on his giant cock, loving the sensation of the rotating
friction, fairly spinning on his cock.
Then the donkey began to fuck.
At first the fit was too snug. When the beast drew back,
instead of his cock sliding out, he dragged the girl along with
him. But Harold came to the rescue again, holding Helen by the
shoulders, so that she was not being pulled along on the cuntful.
Slowly, the huge cock slid out of her, until only the prickhead
was still stuck up her cunt. Then the animal fucked in again,
burying half of his prick. Helen's cunt fluttered and the
lubricating fuck-juices poured into the pliable cunt hole. The
donkey took another stroke and his prick fucked in and out more
easily.
They began to fuck furiously.
Helen was being tilted and lifted on his prick. As the burro
fucked her cunt, her ass lifted from the platform. Her legs
hooked around his cock stalk, ankles locked, like an acrobat
performing some gymnastic feat on a horizontal bar. Crazed by
lust, she cried out and whimpered as she ground her cunt around on
his cockmeat and pumped her loins wildly on that sliding bar of
rock-hard prick.
Helen's pussy started to cream.
She came once, then again, immediately.
She was going to have a multiple orgasm, she realized, to
come time and again, going off like a machine gun. She was glad
that she had sucked the donkey off first, knowing that he would be
able to last longer because his balls had been emptied once
already, and she wanted this wonderful fuck to last forever.
She lost track of time. She could not count her orgasms as
they rippled through her, one following so fast upon the one
before that she could not tell them apart. She was so full of
cock that she thought her hips were going to jump out of their
sockets, that her vital organs were being shoved out of place by
his cock-head. How could she ever go back to dogs after this
donkey dick?
The donkey was fucking faster now, as his balls expanded and
his creamy climax drew near.
His powerful flanks thrust in and his haunches bucked,
fucking the cock in to the halfway mark, pulling his prick out,
slathered with cuntjuice and steaming as that hot fuck fluid
evaporated, then burying the cockhead again.
His cock went off like a cannon.
Helen felt a cascade of cum rush into her belly, a swirling
pool of hot fuck lava washing her loins. She had been coming
steadily and repeatedly, herself. Now that she felt the donkey
shoot in her, her own climax reached the highest peak. She was
melting with the thrill. She ground her hips and pelvis around,
and her ass pumped wildly as she worked her soaking cunt up and
down and twisted around on the huge spurting prick. That massive
cock seemed to be aflame inside her cunt, glowing with the raging
fires of the animal's bursting lust.
As his balls began to drain, the donkey's cock began to bob
up and down, lifting Helen right off the platform, then dipping
down again. She was riding that prick as if it were a seesaw.
It dipped lower, bending now.
Helen slid off the softening cock and bounced on the
platform, tits flopping, cunt foaming with overflowing donkey
jism. Freed of her weight, the beast's prick snapped up again,
spraying a few last drops of spunk into her face and onto her
tits. Helen sat there, grinning happily, lathered with frothy cum
and with a cunt full of the lovely stuff warming her well
contented loins.
She watched the donkey's prick continue to bob up and down,
as if his cock were undecided whether to collapse now or rise once
again to a stiff hard-on.
Helen was satisfied.
But she was also greedy.
She thought that it might be nice if the donkey were to give
her another fucking--and the Doberman, too--and if that wanton
redhead knew anything at all, she knew how to harden animals'
pricks.
And as she began to tongue the head of the donkey's cock back
into a new hard-on, she knew she was being greedy and she had a
fleeting thought for her faithful elk hound.
She hoped that Caroline was satisfying the dog.
* * *
Caroline was satisfying the elk hound, all right, and getting
plenty of satisfaction herself.
After she had sucked him off and then sucked him up hard
again, she proceeded with her first dog fucking. She didn't have
to change her position, nor did the dog. She was perched on the
edge of the chair, with his forepaws on either side of her hips
and his prick in her mouth, and all she had to do was squirm back
and push his big cock down into her crotch. The cock-knob slipped
in. Caroline shifted up and down, stirring her cunt gash with the
smoking slab of cockmeat, then released him and let the elk hound
get on with the job. The dog began to hump with furious vigor,
fucking every inch of his stout prick into her cunt, pulling back
to the tip and then immediately fucking in again.
Caroline loved it.
There was nothing delicate about the way a dog fucked,
nothing at all subtle or fancy--it was just a straight-forward,
steady, no-nonsense fucking of hot, hard cockmeat up her soaking
pussy, and she adored it. She could well understand why Helen
preferred dogs to men or girls, and the oversized blonde responded
to that bestial fucking with every bit as much vitality as the elk
hound was putting into it.
Soon enough, the dog was squirting a load of foaming jism
into her, and Caroline's cunt was melting like a wax candle around
his flaming wick. The dog kept driving in as he emptied his cock
and balls and Caroline kept grinding her crotch against him as she
finished her own coming. They slowed, then paused.
She had a horrible thought then--what if they were stuck
together like a dog and a bitch? What if they could not uncouple
and had to stay there until Helen returned and threw a bucket of
cold water over them? Then she grinned. Maybe it wasn't such a
terrible idea at that. The thought of having a swollen prick
stuck up her was not without its attractions.
She moved slowly, sliding her pussy up and down through a few
inches of dog dick.
No, they weren't stuck.
The dog simply had retained his hard-on.
So they fucked again, like that, and then Caroline, eager to
try some variation, got down on the floor and the elk hound threw
yet another fuck into her, grinding the meat in from behind, doggy
fashion.
Caroline was still fucking the hound when Helen got home.
Helen, well satisfied by donkey prick, didn't interrupt the
lovers--and then Darleen stopped by, hoping for another session of
fucking the elk hound. But, by this time the elk hound, potent as
he was, had not a drop of cum left in his balls and his prick was
flagging.
The girls realized that, if they were going to carry on with
these activities, they were going to need more than one dog
between them.
Then Helen told them about the pet shop.
And a whole new world opened up for the frustrated
housewives--a whole new animal kingdom.
The pets, too, were pleased.
After being introduced to the carnal pleasures of the pet
store, Caroline discovered that she loved to fuck and suck the
ever-popular donkey's cock. She was so taken by the beast's
prick, that she even managed to get a part-time job at the pet
store.
Harold was well satisfied by the arrangement because he was
able to get some much-needed help and many more blowjobs.
Jonathon, also, was pleased that his wife was getting a part-
time job. He had been feeling guilty about saving his morning
fucks for his secretary, so he was happy to do something for his
wife by giving her permission to get a part-time job at a pet
store, a place, he thought, where she would not be tempted by
strange cocks.
Caroline did not get very much work done at the pet store
because she was always busy fucking the donkey or sucking Harold's
cock.
Jonathon had his fucking secretary.
She had her wild ass.
The End
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