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LB1216 The Wife Does Dogs by David Crane

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CHAPTER 1

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

CHAPTER 2

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

CHAPTER 3

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

CHAPTER 4

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

CHAPTER 5

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

CHAPTER 6

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I might now," he said.

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

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

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

"What?" she asked, frowning.

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

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

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

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

"It would be incest!" Catherine wailed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

she asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Ummmm," she purred.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

CHAPTER 7

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

CHAPTER 8

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Errr ... Carson Smith."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

CHAPTER 9

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

CHAPTER 10

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

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

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

"Shove it up her cunt," Molly urged.

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

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

"Gonna shoot!" he gasped.

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

CHAPTER 11

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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