David Crane: A peek at her dog act

The German Shepherd came first.

Jenny's clever fist pulled a thick gout of jism from his cockhead. The cum shot all over Jack's balls. Jenny began to lap the jism, then shifted to allow Sylvia a few tonguefuls of the delicious spunk. They kissed, letting the dog cum run back and forth between their mouths. Then they went to work on Jack again, hungry for a human load now.

The Great Dane howled like the beast that he was and filled Sylvia's cunt with jism.

A moment later the wolfhound was squirting his hot spunk up Jenny's creamy pussy.

Then Jack blew his load.

The girls were both squirming as they felt the dogs filling their cunts with cum, and they were just in the process of shifting Jack's cockhead between their hungry mouths when a great fountain of milky jism arose from his prickhead. His cum spurted into both of their mouths at once. They gulped and slurped, drinking his wonderful jism with joy. Sylvia slipped her mouth over his cockhead and sucked his second spurt out then made way for Jenny, who was just in time to catch his third towering geyser in her throat.

They drank all his cum between them and licked his erupting cockshaft clean.

Jack seemed to have spilled a gallon of cum from his cock and balls. Even shared between them, the load was as great as either girl had ever drunk at one time, even when they had a whole cock to themselves.

And the situation was so horny and erotic that Jack's prick stayed rampant.

Which suited all of them.

Sylvia sat on Jack's cock for awhile, slowly riding up and down the big rod while Jenny tongued his balls and licked Sylvia's asshole.

Then she spun around so that Jack was fucking her from the back, and Jenny had the chance to suck on Sylvia's clit while Jack's prick fucked her pussyhole. Jenny loved that. She licked up his cockstalk as his prick pulled out and slurped on Sylvia's clit as his cock plowed in.

Jack came in Sylvia's pussy.

His prick stayed hard.

"Too bad you won't fuck him," Sylvia said. "Well, he could put it up my ass," said Jenny.

And so he did.

Jack fucked Jenny's asshole thoroughly while Sylvia sucked Jenny's cunt to a froth.

He came again.

At last, he was finished.

The two girls happily sucked each other off, sixty-nining, for a grand finale.

"Want to come over again tomorrow?" Sylvia asked once they were finished.

"Oh, yes – if I can think up some excuse to tell my husband," Jenny said.

"I don't have to work tomorrow," Jack put in, thinking of a whole day of ecstasy.

Jenny was determined to find an excuse.

Now it was time for her to get home, faithful wife that she was, and prepare her husband's dinner. Regretfully, she departed, leaving Jack and Sylvia sprawled on the floor, his prick in her mouth as they tried to get it hard again. Sylvia is sure a lucky gal, thought Jenny.

What a day it had been!

And everything had all started purely by chance. If she had had an orgasm when Hank fucked her that morning, she would never have gone to the office.

And if she hadn't been looking out the window, she would never have seen that girl in the convertible jacking off her dog, and, without that inspiration, she would never have given the window cleaner two blow jobs, and if she hadn't had a mouthful of prick when Jack arrived, he would never have stuck his cock up her asshole. One thing had led to another by bizarre fate. If she had not been fucked up the ass, then in the mouth by Jack, she would not have had the occasion to talk to him about dogs and to get invited to the kennels.

Fate was a funny thing.

And a wonderful thing as well.

Jenny wondered if her husband would mind if she brought herself a nice, big dog.

Jenny did not know how truly wonderful and strange fate really was.

Judy Sutton, the pert nymph who enjoyed giving handjobs to dogs, had driven into the country for her picnic after she had jacked her bull terrier off at the stop light – never for a moment imagining that anyone had witnessed the act or what a chain of events had been set in progress by that observation.

She found a pleasant, shady glen.

That glen bordered a golf course.

It was the same golf course on which Jenny's husband, Hank, was playing golf.

Hank had been playing well but on the ninth hole he sliced a ball in to the rough. He cursed, watching the ball bounce into a fringe of trees. It was going to be difficult to find it in there, but he didn't want to take a penalty if he could help it so he went in to look.

He moved through the bushes.

He came to the edge of a shady glen and stopped dead, staring through the undergrowth.

A sexy young girl was sitting on a blanket, the remains of a picnic spread out around her. Next to her, a powerful dog was sitting on his haunches.

The dog had a hard-on.

The girl hadn't noticed the hard-on, he guessed. Or she was shyly ignoring the dog's erect cock, for she was paying no attention to the state of the dog's arousal. It excited Hank to see a dog with a boner sitting so close to a girl who was pretty enough to give anyone a boner.

He watched, sheltered by the bushes.

The girl turned to the dog. She couldn't help but notice his prick now, and Hank wondered how she would react.

When he saw her smile he gasped.

"Horny again, you naughty doggy?" she said.

The dog pricked his ear up.

"Well, I'll just have to do something about that, won't I?" she said playfully.

She reached out and took the dog's prick in her hand, rubbing her thumb against the underside of his cockhead where the pricktip flared out from the hairy cocksheath.

She began to stroke his cock.

Hank almost fainted.

The girl lifted her skirt up, baring her belly and thighs, aiming the head of the bull terrier's stout prick at her crotch. Her hand pumped up and down slowly. The dog whined with delight, and the girl seemed to be enjoying the handjob every bit as much as the animal.

Hank was panting, and his prick surged up.

She heard Hank pant.

She turned her head and found herself looking Hank right in the eyes.

For a long moment, they stared at each other. They both blushed. The girl had stopped stroking the dog's cock although the dog, less inhibited and amoral, was still fucking her fist.

Then Hank grinned.

He stepped out into the glade.

"Don't stop," he rasped.

The girl began to grin. She saw the massive lump of his cock in his pants.

"Please don't stop," Hank whispered. "I've never seen anything as exciting as that."

She hesitated for a moment.

Then she began jacking off the dog again.

Hank knelt down on the blanket, beside her. He took his prick out and started to jerk himself off, but the girl shook her head.

"Wait a minute," she said. "After I milk my dog's cock, you can fuck me."

Hank removed his hand from his prick. Left alone, his cock throbbed and bucked. The bloated knob seemed to smoke.

Judy stroked faster now, as eager as Hank to get fucked. Jerking a dog off always made her yearn for a cuntful of human cock. The dog whimpered and fucked. Her hand flew up and down the length of his prick. Suddenly a creamy jet burst from his cockhead and hosed her thighs and belly and crotch. Hank cried out with lust, and Judy was panting heavily as she pulled away, the dog's prick totally drained of cum. She tightened her fist around the cockstalk, just behind the pricktip, and squeezed the last drops of jism out.

She stretched out on the blanket, raising her knees and parting her thighs.

Hank mounted her.

He fitted his cockhead into her pussyslot, churned his prick around, then rammed the whole seething cock home. They began to fuck with furious energy.