David Crane: A peek at her dog act

She lifted her dress above her waist and pushed her soaking panties down around her knees. She pushed her trim belly out against the windowsill. Her cunt steamed in the cool air. She began to run her hands up the smooth flesh of her inner thighs, then started working on her pussy with both hands. She fingered her tingling clit with one hand while she pushed three fingers of the other up her cunt.

She was thinking about dog cock.

Karl Klocek was a window cleaner, and he worked on Saturday mornings. Karl was a lean man with a bushy moustache, and, at the moment, he had a big hard-on. His girlfriend had got drunk the night before and, sick with a hangover, had not been in the mood for fucking that morning, so Karl had gone to his labors unfucked and unsatisfied.

He was cleaning the windows of the office building in which Jenny Baker was presently and pleasantly rubbing her cunt to a lather.

At the moment, he was working on the window directly below where Jenny stood, but she had not seen him because of the angle and the protruding window ledge, nor had he seen her for the same reasons. He was having a hard time doing his work because his prick kept bumping against the glass. He wished he had some pussy.

When he heard the soft sounds of a girl panting with passion, he figured it was just wishful thinking on his part. He also heard the moist squishing of a juicy cunt. But he knew it had to be all in his mind. How in hell could a guy hear a squishing cunt when he was ten stories up the outside of an office building? He figured he was cunt crazy.

The window was finished.

He signaled to his partner on the ground.

The scaffold went up to the next level.

And Karl Klocek found himself face to face with a seething, juicy pussy.

Jenny's slender back was arched, her head tilted to the side, her eyes closed. She had no idea that a man's face had just elevated to cunt level in front of her. She was smiling dreamily as she pushed three fingers in and out of her hot pussy and rolled her tingling clit back and forth.

Because of her arched posture, Karl could not see her face. He saw only her belly and the tops of her thighs and her tilted cunt and hands. He blinked a few times. If it's just a figment of my imagination, it sure is realistic, he thought.

He licked his lips.

That mystery cunt was a delightfully tasty-looking affair, as bushy as his moustache and filled with cream. The pink pussylips were spread wide open, exposing the darker, inner flesh and that flesh was streaked with cunt-juice. Ribbons of pussyjuice rolled down her thighs. He could feel the fiery heat of that pussy wafting over his face. His mouth began to water for a taste of the juicy cunt.

Karl hesitated.

He was afraid that if he tried to touch the pussy, the creamy cunt would vanish. Yet a pussy wasn't much good to him if he couldn't touch it, he figured. Imaginary pussy was visually pleasing but just looking certainly didn't slake a man's hunger for sex.

Leaning in, he pushed his tongue out. He lapped up a tongueful of cuntjuice from her upper thigh, letting the thick pussy nectar run over his taste buds for a moment, then swallowing the cuntjuice down. It warmed his belly like a fine wine and Karl, to his delight, came to the conclusion that the pussy was real.

Grinning joyfully, he buried his face between the girl's trembling thighs.

Jenny gasped, not realizing that her cunt had been attacked by a man's mouth.

She had never enjoyed a handjob as much as she was enjoying this one. She supposed it must be because she was so horny, because her technique hadn't changed – and yet her pussy felt as if a hot, nimble tongue was slurping away at her cunt and hungry lips were sucking her pussylips with relish.

She drew her hands away, experimentally.

The thrill continued. It even increased. What wonderful discovery had she made? Had her steaming pussy developed the ability to fuck itself?

Was her hot clit turning back upon itself, licking away like a tongue? Were her cuntlips slurping like a mouth, devouring themselves so delightfully? Jenny knew full well what it felt like to get gobbled and this, most definitely, was very much like the real thing.

She guessed that the novel sensation must stem from her unique fantasies.

Jenny had never fantasized about fucking animals before, and it had to be that aspect that was making her cunt seethe with such electric joy.

And Jenny was loving the feeling far too much to look closely for causes or to ruin the effect by examination…

Cocks! she thought.

Animal cocks! Like animal crackers, they paraded before her imagination, a whole picket fence of pricks all lined up for her use. Her belly heaved, and her hips twisted from side to side. Her face was contorted by lust.

Her body angled back from the window so that her belly and crotch were pressed to the ledge. Karl's chin rested on that ledge as he rubbed his bushy moustache around in her bushy pussy, and his tongue dipped in, spooning out cuntjuice in great dollops that overflowed the edges of his mouth and ran down his chin. Her pussy was plastered to his face like a suction cup, glued there by her sticky pussyjuice. He felt that, if the scaffold were to suddenly collapse, he would still dangle there outside the building, his feet kicking free, his mouth stuck fast to her cunt like a fish on the hook or a hanged man on the gallows.

His tongue stabbed up her pussy.

His lips parted wide, fitting themselves to her cuntlips, as she sucked merrily away.

He used his fingertips to spread her pussy even wider, so that he could lap farther up that cunthole.

What on earth is this mysterious woman thinking of? wondered the happy window-cleaner.

Jenny was lost in her thoughts – thoughts of animal lovers.

A bull, thought Jenny.

A big, Spanish fighting bull with a massive cock jutting out from his powerful loins, hard as a rock, the huge pricktip dripping with frothy jism.

She could just imagine the brute dashing into the bullring where she was playing the matador. She would turn gracefully in the veronica, but she would have no red cape – she would pass the bull by with a skillful flourish of her panties.

She would wear no suit of lights. She would face the beast naked. Her nipples would be as stiff and as sharp as barbed darts as she pricked the bull's muscular shoulders with her tits. Again and again she would pass the bull dangerously close, her smooth belly brushing his flank.

The bull would hook her but not with the wide horns on his head. He would hook her with his gigantic cock, seeking to gore her wet cunt with that single, great horn.

Then would come the moment of truth. She would ready herself, the bull would charge – and run his huge cock into her crotch. She would arch under his heaving belly. Thousands of Spaniards would cheer. Her thighs would part and, to the acclaim and admiration of the masses, she would take every inch of the bull's huge prick into her cunt and let him fuck away, snorting and grunting, until he spilled his heavy load in her loins and staggered away, spent.

Unaware of what the horny woman was thinking, Karl tilted his head back, his chin sliding out as he drank greedily from Jenny's cunt. Karl was a cuntsucker from way back, but he had never before encountered a pussy as hot and as juicy and as delicious as this one. His whole face was coated with cuntjuice from brow to chin as his face slipped around in her pussy. His prick was pounding in his pants, demanding attention, but Karl was enjoying his snack of cunt so much that he ignored his straining cock. He began to fingerfuck up her pussyhole with three fingers as he slurped on her erect clit. He twisted and scissored his fingers inside her. His mouth filled with cunt-juice in a steady flood. He felt as if his face were being burned by her pussy's heat.