David Crane - Horse-loving farm wives

His long red tongue slid right up inside her fuckhole, and her pussy walls pulled and sucked on it.

Molly squirmed on the edge of the couch, her ass whipping from side to side. The mastiff's tongue was all over her crotch, slobbering into her cunt, soaking her with foamy saliva. She saw his tongue flick up from below her pussymound. It sprayed cunt-juice and her red fuck flesh was streaked with the stuff. He was long-lapping, tonguing all the way up from her asshole to her pussymound. Molly was panting steadily, a background noise punctuated by the steady slurping of the mastiff's tongue and the squashing sounds that her cunt was making. Molly closed her thighs around his head, clamping him to her. Then she threw them wide open again, giving him full freedom to move around in her crotch, free access to her cunt.

The big brute was shoving his muzzle against her now, as if he wanted to fuck her cunt with his snout.

His tongue slithered up her fuckhole, driving her wild. Molly began to pull at her nipples, adding another sensation to her fiery body. Her fat tit-tips exploded in her fingers. She cried out, gasping and wailing. Her hand slid down and she began to finger her clit, feeling the dog's tongue slurp over the stiff bud of flesh. Her pelvis jabbed down and the dog's black nose vanished into her cunt. Ribbons of pussy-juice poured out of her and ran down her crotch, only to be lapped up as the dog's tongue slid upward.

The mastiff was whimpering and whining now, as he savored this strange new dog food, not really knowing what was happening, or why. But he knew that it made him feel wonderful and that his cock was getting bigger and harder and hotter with every tongueful of cunt-juice that he lapped from her pussy, as if his cock were magically connected to his tongue by some internal clockwork.

He slapped his tongue up her cunt-lips.

Molly closed her legs again, then opened them again. She fingered her clit and plucked at her nipples. She stroked the dog's head. She stared down, seeing the top of his head framed between the inner slopes of her fat tits. Leaning forward and craning her neck, she could watch the brute's tongue slip and slide up her hairy fuckhole. The sight was thrilling. She tilted to the side and looked under the dog.

"God," she gasped, when she saw how truly massive his cock had become now as the beast became more and more aroused. It looked at least a foot long. His shaggy prickshaft was broad and throbbing and the huge slab of his red cockhead flared out, pulsing, the cleft parted. She saw a few drops of jism ooze from his cockhead and run sluggishly down his red prick meat, then drip onto the carpet. Her eyes got bigger and bigger. It was going to be fun to jerk that massive hunk of dogmeat off, Molly thought – because Molly still honestly believed that that was all she was going to do with the mastiff's prick, just frig him off with her hand. She didn't even realize that she was drooling, spit running over her lips and down her chin.

Molly spread her cunt-lips open with her hands, so that the frenzied doggy could lap right up inside her, laving the walls of her cunt. She stuffed his tongue up her pussy as far as it would go and worked her crotch around on his snout.

A spasm shook her.

She had come, suddenly and unexpectedly. But she was not finished. Under the attention of that wonderful tongue, Molly wanted to cream time and again.

"Lap it up, you wonderful doggy," she purred as Samson slurped at the juices of her first coming.

The dog yelped. He could taste the difference between her normal juices and the juices of her orgasm and found the new release even more delicious. He lapped her cunt throughout her climax, then began to lap her right back toward another.

Molly threw her legs around his haunches and hooked her knees, bringing her feet down under his loins. She began to rub his cock between her heels. She could feel it swell and throb and she was tempted to jerk him off that way. But then she slowed her strokes. She didn't want him to shoot when she could not see the head of his cock and watch the hot jism spurt out of him. His balls were so huge that she knew the brute must have a massive load of jizz stored up. She longed to see it shoot out of him. She figured that maybe she should let him shoot on her belly and tits, that it would be thrilling to feel dog cum spurt onto her flesh.

She was rising to the crest again.

Waves of joy coursed across her belly, shot down from her stiff nipples and ran up her legs.

The dog's tongue slapped and flashed. His huge prick vibrated between her heels as she slowly foot-stroked him. He began to hump, fucking her between the feet. Reluctantly, she drew her heels away, afraid that he was going to come before she was in a position to see the jism rush out of his cock.

His haunches bunched with muscle. His tail lashed from side to side like a rudder guiding his movements.

"Oooooh!" she squealed, as his tongue flattened and slid across her fiery fuck button.

Her hips were shooting out and jolting up and down, and she was rolling her pelvis from side to side. A wave crashed through her. For a second, she thought that she had come again. But then a second wave rushed into her pussy, higher than the first, and she realized that she was in the throes of a multiple orgasm.

"Lap it – lap my pussy!" she wailed.

She was panting like a steam engine. Samson was panting, too, and his hot doggy breath billowed right up inside her cunt. She was so hot that she thought she might ignite.

A third wave of joy rushed through her, then a fourth. Then they were coming so fast, one upon the other, that all the separate waves were blending into one prolonged spasm of bliss. Molly was at the crest – and she stayed there. Her whole body vibrated and shook and she felt as if she were dissolving. Her total awareness was centered upon her cunt as it melted on the dog's tongue.

"Lap up my cream!" she cried.

His tongue was gathering the cunt-juice up. His throat pulsed as she swallowed her fuck juice hungrily.

Molly cried out at the peak of her ecstasy.

Then the final waves crashed through her. Her cunt opened up like a floodgate and a river of cunt-juice cascaded over the dog's eager tongue and into his mouth.

Molly's jerking motions slowed, then stopped.

A blissful smile turned up her lips and a dreamy took came into her flashing eyes. She stroked the mastiff's broad head. The brute was still dutifully lapping away, content to be feasting on the horny woman's delicious cunt. She was tempted to let him carry on, knowing that in a few more minutes her pussy would begin the ascent to yet another orgasm as he tongued her. But for the moment, Molly's cunt was satiated, and she was eager to play with the dog's huge prick and to pull the jism out of him.

She gently drew his muzzle from her crotch.

The mastiff looked up at her inquisitively, cocking his head to one side and letting his tongue loll out. Molly could see streaks of her cunt-juice on his red lapper. The sight drove her wild. Spit ran down her chin.

She leaned forward and took the dog's head between her hands, holding him steady. Then she sucked his tongue into her mouth and sucked her own cunt-juice from his doggy meat. His tongue stiffened as her lips pulled on it.

"I'm going to give you a treat now, for being such a lovely doggy," Molly told him.

As if he understood, Samson yelped.

She leaned back and patted the couch beside her. The mastiff hesitated, then hopped up, placing one forepaw on either side of the woman's hips. His prick loomed up over her belly, the massive knot of his wedge-shaped cockhead aimed at her fat tits.

For a moment, Molly just looked at it.

Untouched, his cockhead flared and his prickshaft throbbed. His balls were like over-inflated balloons.