David Crane: The wife_s wild ass

She twisted her mouth around on his cockhead, screwing his prick into her face. Her tongue folded into a soft bridge under him, a red carpet over which his cockhead could slide. She reached down and cupped his bloated balls in one hand, squeezing gently, as if trying to force the spunk out. Her other hand wrapped around the root of his cockshaft, holding him steady, dragging the sheath back so that the prick-knob flared between her lips. Then, eager to drink his hot, thick load, she began to frig his prick up and down steadily. Her fist rose up and bumped against her sucking lips, then pushed back down to his balls.

Old Blue was fucking frantically now, fucking through her fist and past her lips and over her tongue and into her throat.

Her mouth was awash with jism, heralding the huge dose to come.

"Ummmmm," she purred, sucking. "Unghhh." His cockhead wedged into her gullet.

She could tell that the powerful elk hound was almost ready to shoot his load. His cockhead was pulsating wildly and his prickshaft was hammering as he fucked in and out. His balls felt ready to explode in her hand. She squeezed his balls and frigged his prick stalk and sucked on his cockhead and waited hungrily for his juice.

Old Blue howled.

His balls spread out, then collapsed and the thick sap rushed up his prick stalk and burst from his cock-knob. Caroline gurgled as that steaming hot geyser spurted into her mouth.

She gulped the slimy stuff down voraciously, making room for more. And the elk hound obliged by pouring another abundant spurt into her throat. There was too much of the stuff to swallow. She was gulping it down but her mouth was full. It overflowed her lips and trickled down her chin. She kept sucking, milking the dog's cock to the bone. Her hand frigged up and down, pumping the fuck juice from his prick, and her tongue laved the spurt mg cock-knob while her lips continued to pull and drag on his big slab of prickmeat.

At last the brute was drained.

He slowed, fucking erratically into her mouth for awhile, then stopped the movement and stood rigid, trembling with the after effects of his mighty climax.

Caroline continued to tongue and suck to make sure that she had pulled every precious drop of cum out of him.

His cock was starting to shrink in her mouth. But that was not at all what Caroline wanted. She had had her mouthful, and had relished it, but now she was more determined than ever to enjoy a cuntful of canine cock and cum.

Her hand stroked and she sucked devotedly. In a moment, his big prick began to expand again. Caroline sucked him up into a brand new hard-on, as swollen and as urgent as his cock had been before he'd come.

Caroline was thankful that the elk hound was potent.

Now it was time for her to experience her first doggy fuck. She pulled her creamy lips and cum-soaked mouth away from the head of his prick and prepared to get fucked by the dog.

Because she loved to fuck dogs, Helen Ramsey had made a point of meeting the owner of the local pet shop. His name was Harold Turner and he was quite a good-looking man – as handsome as a greyhound, was the way that Helen thought of it.

Helen was in no way a shy or timid woman, but her boldness did have its limits. When she first met Harold, she couldn't bring herself to simply come right out with it and admit that she wanted his dogs to fuck her. She thought it over and laid her plans. One day she arranged it so that Harold seduced her in the back room of his pet shop, a room in which several suitable canines were caged. After Harold had screwed her quite satisfactorily on the top of some South American parrot shipping crates, Helen mentioned that she enjoyed a suck on a prick as well as screwing. Harold, being a normal red-blooded pet shop owner, thought that was a splendid idea and offered her his cock.

Helen commenced to suck his prick.

But then, looking regretful, she drew her lips away.

"Oh, dear," she said. "Your prick really is delicious – I wish I could suck it for hours and let you shoot in my mouth."

"Be my guest," said Harold, all for that idea.

"I'm sorry. I can't," she sighed.

Harold was horny as could be by this time because Helen had really been doing a marvelous job on his cock, and he desperately wanted to have her finish the blowjob and drink his cum.

"But, why not?" he asked. "I thought that you enjoyed sucking and drinking jism, Helen."

"Oh, I do. But it's just too frustrating for me, Harold," she explained. "I do love to have a mouthful of prick – but my poor cunt feels so neglected and abandoned when I'm blowing. I simply can't give head for very long while my pussy is empty."

"Damn!" Harold snorted. "I don't see what I can do about that. I only got one prick."

"If only there were another prick available," said Helen wistfully. "Then I could suck you as long as you wanted me to."

"You mean – another man? A threesome?" he asked doubtfully, not wanting to share the gorgeous redhead with some other guy.

Helen looked indignant.

"Certainly not!" she snapped. "What kind of girl do you think I am? I'd never make love to two men at once."

Harold was relieved to hear it.

But he was puzzled and confused.

And he was frustrated as hell, with his poor prick only half sucked and thundering wildly for more.

"But where can we find a spare prick without a man?" he asked.

Helen had flashed him a glorious smile.

She pointed to the Great Dane.

"How about him?" she said.

Harold went into a state of shock. It lasted for thirty seconds. Then he fetched the huge dog from its cage and the problem was solved.

Helen got down on her hands and knees and the dog was persuaded to mount her. Then Harold knelt in front of her and stuck his cock in her mouth. The Great Dane threw a lovely fuck into her cunt and, in due course, she drank Harold's hot jism.

In the days to come, Harold was to become suspicious of Helen's motives and inclinations. Sometimes he got the impression that she liked the dogs more than she liked him. But as long as he got a blowjob out of it, he wasn't complaining.

Helen visited the pet shop twice a week – more often when Harold phoned to inform her that a new consignment of fuckable dogs had arrived. He had dogs of all breeds and Helen was enthusiastically fucking her way through the whole canine species. She adored greyhounds because they screwed so hard and fast and she cherished wolfhounds because their pricks were huge. She liked German shepherds, black and tan hounds and Airedales. She had even been dropping hints to the effect that any respectable pet shop should have at least one pony or donkey in stock.

This morning Harold had telephoned to tell her that a new Doberman had arrived – which was why Helen had been so pleased when Caroline showed up to take care of the elk hound.

Now she had arrived at the pet shop and was greeted at the door by a smiling Harold Turner.

"Shall I blow you first, or do you want to fuck me in the mouth while the Doberman has my cunt?" she asked.

"Helen, I have a special treat for you, today. But I think that you'd better blow me first, okay?"

It was no hardship for Helen.

Although she much preferred dogs, she never objected to a nice mouthful of human cock. Harold drew the blinds and locked the door and produced his prick. Helen knelt down on the floor, took his cock into her mouth and commenced to suck. Harold seemed particularly horny today and, in minutes, hosed her gullet with a stream of spunk. She polished his spent cock-knob and daintily wiped the errant drops from her lips.

Going down on a man always made her more horny than ever for a dog, and she eagerly followed Harold to the back room.

Then she saw the special treat for Harold had for her.