David Crane: A peek at her dog act

She drew her dress over her head and let it flutter down to the floor. She wore no bra – and needed none for her firm, full tits stood out without needing support. Her nipples were like little rockets ready to blast off from the areola launching pads.

Her panties were already down around her knees, like a hobble. They'd been stretched out of shape as she spread her legs around Karl's head and the crotch had been soaked already. She pushed them all the way down and kicked them off. Naked, she moved closer to the cock-filled window.

Karl's prick was sticking out from his fly, but his trousers were still fastened. Wanting his cock fully available, Jenny undid the snap and lowered his pants and shorts. Karl figured it would make a strange sight for someone in the street, to look up and see a bare ass on a scaffold, but he was in no mood to worry about what a passerby might think. If it drew a crowd, that was just too bad.

He began to hump suggestively towards her face.

Jenny still teased him.

As his hips pushed forwards, driving his prick out, she leaned back out of range. She blew on his cock some more. Her breath worked like a bellows on a fire, and the head of his cock began to turn red.

Jenny was really drooling by this time, her mouth full of saliva and her taste buds tingling for the delicious flavor of hot cockmeat.

She cupped one hand, palm up, under his balls, lifting gently, as if weighing his sac and judging the heft of the jism within.

She purred happily.

There was going to be enough cum there to feed the starving hordes of India, she calculated – and it was not going to go to waste, for she was starving for cum every bit as much as a fish desires water.

Leaning in, she flicked the tip of her tongue over his swollen cockhead. She moved her head back again, sampling the taste thoughtfully.

"Yummy," she pronounced.

She licked his prickhead again. Then she began to curl her tongue all around the big, blunt cockhead, lapping and laving hungrily. She held him by the balls but didn't put her hands on his cock. She liked to fuck a cock totally with her mouth, without manual assistance. For one thing, it took longer that way, and once Jenny began eating a prick, she wanted the feast to last as long as possible. The creamy come was the best part, certainly, and she looked forward to it, but she liked to linger over the meat course before she swallowed the rich dessert of his climax.

She wondered, as a sidelight, if a dog's cock tasted like a human cock and if a dog's jism was as delicious, but with Karl's cock under her tongue, she was no longer totally lost in fantasies of bestiality.

For a long time, she tongued his cockhead devotedly and attentively. Karl was fucking away, trying to get his prick in her mouth, but she avoided his thrusts. She moved lower down and licked his balls for awhile, thinking of all the sweet cream they held. Then she began to long-tongue up his cockstalk, licking with fluid, flat-tongued strokes from his balls to his prickhead. His cock was glistening with her saliva. She switched her tongue back and forth, crisscrossing along the fat vein and pausing at the electric point where the cockshaft spread out into the delta of the prickhead to flutter her tongue.

A drop of preliminary spunk oozed from his cleft and slid slowly down the slope of his cockhead.

Jenny whimpered.

She watched the sticky drop of pre-cum run sluggishly down his shaft, then gathered it up on her tongue and let it slide around on her taste buds for a moment before she swallowed it down. It slid down her gullet, and she purred happily.

The drop was like an appetizer.

It made her ravenous for more.

Jenny kissed the tip of his prick lovingly, then slowly let her lips part around his cock. Her head bobbed down and she took his prickhead into her mouth. She sucked adoringly on the great mound of cock, her cheeks hollowing in and her lips turning outwards around his prickshaft.

She began to move her head up and down, feeding herself his prick. Her lips went down almost to the hilt, and his cockhead lodged in her throat. She pulled up, sucking, to the pricktip, then went down again.

She squeezed his balls gently, as if to urge them to function, to pump the spunk from them. Her cheeks pulled on his cockhead, her lips sucked with total absorption, her eyes crossed as she gazed down at her fat mouthful as his prick went in and out of her mouth. Saliva ran down his cock. She slurped his prick back into her mouth as her lips pushed down to his balls.

"Unghh!" she gasped, as his great big cockhead clogged her gullet.

"Ummm," she purred, as she pulled up, lips dragging over his steaming prickmeat.

His cock was flowing now, not ejaculating but dribbling little ribbons of jism onto her tongue. Her tongue swept around on his cocktip, then spread out like a wet carpet over which his prick would march, in majestic parade, into her maw. But hungry as she was, she wasn't ready to drink his cum yet. She didn't want the feast to end so soon.

She pulled her lips away.

His cockhead popped from her mouth like a cork from a bottle of wine. His pricktip was slippery with saliva and spunk. Karl humped frantically, wondering why she had stopped sucking him before he came, desperately afraid that the girl had had enough and wasn't going to make him come. Jenny began to run his prick through her cleavage. She rubbed her taut nipples against his cock. Ribbons of jism ran over her tits. She ducked her head down so her chin rested on her breastbone and lapped up the spunk from her tits and nipples. Sometimes she liked to have a man fuck her between the tits, with her face tilted down so that when he shot his wad, he squirted into her face and into her open mouth, but today she wanted him to come in her mouth.

She sucked his prick again.

She began to work steadily and rhythmically, seeking to bring him off now.

Karl fucked into her mouth, driving his prick in as her lips slid down, spurting doses of jism into her cheeks and onto her tongue like little messengers heralding the coming of the full load.

"Come," she whimpered, the word muffled on a mouthful of cockmeat. "Come in my mouth – I want to drink all that sweet, thick, hot cum!"

Karl groaned and stiffened.

Her head bobbed down all the way, and his prick exploded in her mouth, whitewashing her gullet and hosing her cheeks with great, creamy spurts.

Jenny gulped his cum down voraciously, swallowing as fast as she could, but his load was too great. It overflowed her lips and ran down her chin. She sucked away with joy, milking wad after wad from his cock and balls, delirious with the pure joy of drinking cum.

At long last, he was empty.

Jenny continued to suck until she was sure that she had pulled every precious drop of the delicious stuff out of his loaded balls, then she used her nimble tongue to gather up the errant drops that had escaped her lips and had trickled down onto his cockstalk and balls.

"Oh, that was delicious," she purred.

Karl's hips jolted.

Jenny blinked, then smiled dreamily.

His cock, despite his massive climax, was still standing as hard and as huge as ever.

And his prick still looked every bit as tasty.

She hesitated for an instant. She didn't figure that she owed him another orgasm since he had only brought her off once, and she had already repaid the favor in kind. But she also figured that since she had already sucked a strange man's prick and swallowed one load of jism, her sin was not going to be compounded if she sucked him off again. The sin was not judged by the amount of jism a girl drank – and Jenny was a girl who could not get enough of the succulent cum.

She took his cock into her mouth again.

The scaffold swayed as he humped, and Jenny's hips started to sway. Her pussy was getting hot again. Karl's tongue had cooled her cunt for awhile, but she, quite naturally, had got horny again while she sucked his cock. She cupped her hand over her cunt and began to rub it, thinking that she might as well enjoy a handjob and come with him. She hoped that she could time it so that they creamed simultaneously.