Richard Van Dorne - Daddy_s delight

Brute's deflating penis slipped from her mercilessly mauled passageway with a sucking noise that echoed lewdly through the panting silence of the bedroom. June appeared to be out cold, while her animal dominator stood above her wagging his tail with patent appreciation. In a final act of depravity he dropped his snout to her widespread thighs and licked at the sticky white semen oozing back out of her still quivering young cunt, gulping it down hungrily until she was licked clean.

And then – and then he turned to look at Dora…

Overcome with emotion, without even noticing what she was doing, June's mother had gradually slid to the floor, more or less in a kneeling position. Against her mental will, her hands and fingers burrowed down between her shaking white thighs and groped inside the throbbing moist mass of her pubic hair. Her legs scissored open on the carpet, and she fingered her own passion-wet cuntal slit, moaning soft and low with sensual anticipation of her own climax. The tips of her fingers drew the narrow hair-fringed furrow apart, exposing the blood-swollen lips of her palpitating cunt to the warm, overheated air of her daughter's bedroom.

With a primitive groan, the aroused young mother sunk her middle finger deep into the little viscous mouth of her vagina. She held her breath, her eyes rolling ecstatically, her vagina feeling as if it were burning up and demanding much more than a single finger to feed its savage needs. Without hesitation, she inserted another finger, drawing her knees up on the rug with her buttocks waving high in the air. There was the creak of bedsprings as Brute leapt from the bed to the floor, and she crammed her fingers deeper into the secreting moistness of her vagina, her mind still full of lewd pictures of her twelve year old daughter's body locked beneath Brute's as his penis slid home and then out again.

Dora rocked back and forth on the floor, driving her fingers lewdly in and out of her burning cunt with ecstatic little sighs. She could still see Brute's huge thick cock ramming its glistening way into June's tenderly clasping young vagina, sinking between her parted thighs like a massively thick red log. Now Dora's hands became that gleaming shaft of flesh, and her gasps began to match all the others that had broken from June's sex-drenched lips in the past few minutes.

In her passion-crazed mind, Dora wanted only what her adolescent daughter had gotten. She wanted to be savagely split too, she wanted to be fucked, to use Jane Hammond's horrid word. Oh, how she wished Guy was here now pumping his own cum filled cock into her hot searing passage.

But her thoughts weren't enough as her mind raced lasciviously. She had to have more… more… anything… in desperation she curled up, reached back over her buttocks, searched that hot wet crevice, and then tried frenziedly to stuff a finger deep into her small puckered anus between her shivering moon-shaped buttocks, gasping as in her haste a fingernail dug into the soft fleshy walls, sending a sharp jolt of pain through her quivering body. She stilled, panting for a moment, and then took up her fierce masturbatory rhythm again, now with lingers stuffed lewdly in both apertures. Her full firm breasts hung in shapely, joggling unrest off both sides of her chest, her nipples fairly bursting with life. "Ooooooh – oh – oh!" she cried, electric tingles racing madly through her passion-drenched flesh, her whole body seeming to vibrate under her demanding fingers…

But by now, unseen to her in her mindless, hypersexed state, Brute had lowered his head to his helpless mistress' soft pink hair-covered pussy and was sniffing lustfully at the musky-scented flesh. The great German shepherd's tail wagged as his body trembled and his penis began elongating and tingling all over again, even though he had just finished with this woman's less than teenage daughter.

Suddenly Dora moaned instinctively in terror as the dog's cold nose made contact with her tiny puckered anus and the index finger she was furiously fingering it with. She tensed and groaned as she felt his tongue licked wetly up and down the crevice around it. Her finger came out swiftly with a moist lewd sound, and then the tip of his tongue was trying to burrow into the outer fleshy anal ring.

"No – Brute – don't!" she tried to protest, attempting to scissor her disintegrating legs. "I don't want it! I don't need it!"

But in this particular case, the dog appeared to know better than his mistress, for as she tried to squirm away, the German shepherd raised his head and growled dangerously. Then he began greedily lapping the narrow pink slit between her thighs. He ran his tongue wetly the full length of it, from the tight-closed little pucker of her nether opening, up over the fluted, pink edges of her cunt and over the tiny sensation-bud atop her quivering pubic mound. His great tongue spread through the soft, hair-covered swelling like a knife through soft butter, flicking relentlessly between his beautiful mistress' widespread legs, and stopping only sporadically to curl its way deeply into her seething loins. Dora jerked spasmodically, groaning under the lash of that maddening tongue, squirming before her handsome pet as he lapped and sniffed at her aching pussy. She shuddered and gasped at the onslaught of purest ecstasy which seemed to be shaking her out in all her nerve endings from head to toe. In addition there was the delicious frozen chill elicited by the thought of doing something so wonderfully forbidden, of letting her dog lick her like this. Dora writhed with a combination of ecstasy and agony as Brute's bestial tongue cleaved her sexual crevice so flamingly in two.

Now her awkward frightened moans were changing to something more like soft, urgent mewls of pleasure – pleasure that she did not want to give in to, but which was so deliciously illicit – pleasure that she had intended to struggle against… but that slithering thick tongue, licking so hotly and without mercy at her burning cuntal slit, was forcing her to enjoy it regardless of all moral considerations.

Suddenly she raised her trembling hands, moaned something unintelligible and indecisive, then dropped them to grasp Brute's earnestly working head!

Uttering a savage animal sob, she suddenly kicked her legs back and up over her head, dragging Brute's snout forward into her well-lubricated, pleasure-churning cunt. His enormous tongue thrust up the moist passageway like an attacking lizard, ravishing her upthrust loins without mercy. Wild, incoherent groans burst from her agonized lips, pleading with and encouraging the dumb animal who was salivating between her writhing upturned buttocks. Brute worked like the savage beast he was, the rutting lust of the wild and his devotion to his voluptuous russet-haired mistress driving him on…

By now Dora was so intoxicated with rapture that she was heedless of everything else in the world. Her mouth hung open in enchanted ecstasy as she knelt there before her own pet – her glassy, lust-smoked eyes stating up into nothingness as the powerful animal lapped hungrily at her hot wet loins. She could not remember when she had been so happy. The dog's thick wet tongue ran like fire the entire length of her sexual crevice, above which her rapidly rising and falling belly fluttered as if filled with a million butterflies. The moist red slit of her vagina felt as if it was being drenched in sweet honey. Each fresh flick of Brute's magnificent tongue imparted a fresh torment. The dainty pleasure-button of her clitoris felt as if it were being teased by lightning, and had expanded into hardness just above the stretched pink opening of her cuntal entrance.

Brute continued to snake his wet tongue maddeningly over the quivering little nub of raw nerves at the peak of her steaming pussy slit. Dora's body jerked with each electric contact and her legs clamped tightly together around his furry head, the soft inner thighs imprisoning his snout in a vise-like grip. Then her hips began a slow up-and-down movement in rhythm to the probings of his slavering tongue, while all the while endless groans mingled with soft animal mews of sheer pleasure from between her fiercely clenched teeth. She was trapped in a mindless fit of uncontrolled lust and her upper torso writhed like a belly-dancer's.