Emerson Taylor - Bitch mother

Marie felt him stop suddenly and tremble mightily. She waited for the quick spurt of semen, the blasting rocket of hot cum which would signify the peak of his pleasure, but found that his cock only vibrated heavily within her cunt and that the flow of sperm was no stronger than it had ever been. The lack of a strong, definite culmination frustrated her slightly, though her climax had been intense enough to make it only a momentary irritation. She heaved a great sigh of relief and lay back, relaxing as Ranger's body slowly lost its rigidity. The dog collapsed on her, weakening every second; she could feel his prick losing its iron-hard quality and growing smaller within her cunt.

After a moment he slipped off her and curled up at her side, nuzzling himself between the legs and licking the tip of his prick. Marie smiled at that; she enjoyed the thought of fucking a partner who could suck himself off and who enjoyed the feel of his own prick against his tongue. The sight did not create a similar urge within her, however; she thought briefly about sucking the dog's prick, and rejected the idea. The pleasure of having him fuck her, she decided, would be more than enough to satisfy her.

That first, extraordinarily invigorating fuck with Ranger naturally gave Marie a strong predisposition to continue using him as a substitute lover. The poor dog was exhausted for the time being, however, and it was much later that day before she could again get him interested in repeating the performance. She again enticed him by thrusting her naked, passion-swollen pussy in front of his muzzle; the scent of that highly aroused slit proved to be enough to bring the dog to a state of trembling horniness. He licked her pussy for a few minutes, bringing her mother quick, thudding climax, and then mounted her. She was ready for him this time and caught his prick as he raised up; she guided the stiff little tip into the mouth of her cunt, and then settled back for a long, passionately satisfying fuck.

Ranger quickly learned to associate the region between Marie's thighs with sexual pleasure. After a couple of days he learned that he could persuade her to open her legs to him at almost any hour of the day simply by thrusting his nose into that region; Marie's highly sexed nature made her a pushover for the dog. For the first week after Mike had left for his summer job, she calculated, she fucked Ranger an average of three times a day. Each time, naturally, she forced the animal to lick her pussy before mounting her; the cunt-lapping sessions served not only to arouse them both to a higher pitch but also to give Marie more orgasms. She had no qualms about the injustice of it, of a system whereby she got much more pleasure out of the sessions than Ranger did; he appeared to like sucking her twat and certainly the taste of hot, juicy cunt made him fuck all the harder when finally she allowed him to mount up and begin those frantic, driving thrusts that filled her cunt so full of hard, quivering dog prick.

Marie soon tired of that monotonous style of fucking, though she was never to lose her eagerness for the way the ravenous beast licked her pussy. She had always loved it when Steve, her husband, had lapped her box, and Ranger's tongue, though different in texture, was just as pleasing in its overall effects.

One afternoon, just over a week after Mike had left for the lakeside job, she resolved to try something new. She had already fucked him once that morning, but the encounter had had only a temporarily soothing effect upon her almost continuously throbbing pussy. After making sure that her snatch was hot and wet, she summoned the dog into the living room and spread her thighs wide. Ranger bounded towards her and began licking her cunt with as much relish as he had ever shown; the taste of his own cum upon the juicy slit – Marie had not washed the mess off after the first fuck of the day – did nothing whatever to diminish his appetite for that luscious box.

Once he had licked her into a long, quavering orgasm, however, she did not follow what had become their standard procedure. Instead of releasing her grip upon the scruff of his neck and allowing him to mount her in what had become the usual manner, she twisted about until she was in a kneeling position. She brought her ass up high and waited for him to get the message. Ranger hesitated a moment, then climbed up on to her body, just as though she were Lassie herself; his cock entered more easily in this position, though for a moment she feared that it might be going into her asshole rather than into her cunt. She reached between her legs to correct that error and then begin fingering her clitoris and the lips of her pussy as Ranger began humping his cock into her well-oiled cunt. She quivered expectantly when she felt the hot prong sliding deep; the position seemed to allow him a lot more freedom, and she could feel him working his cock back and forth energetically.

The dog whimpered piteously as he fucked away. Marie finger-fucked herself steadily, seeking to bring herself off again as quickly as possible; for a time Ranger's fucking action, though hearty and strong, became no more than a mere supplement to her masturbation. Her fingers, thoroughly slippery with cunt juice, slid easily over her clitoris and gave her a powerful sense of sexual accomplishment. She stroked her pussy into a state of quivering, shuddering joy and fucked back at the dog stronger than ever as her womb pumped out those deliciously pleasing waves of animal-like joy. Ranger, sensing her extra participation, fucked away like a crazed beast. She felt the big lump in his cock bump up against the mouth of her cunt; by this time she had already learned not to fear that moment in their sexual encounters.

Marie had learned that the introduction of the knot into her cunt always signaled a quick climax for Ranger, as well as a great deal of abandoned pleasure for herself, and she now looked forward to the struggle to get it well stuffed into place. Ranger humped away, grunting and snuffling heartily, and pressed against her until finally the big lump bulled the mouth of her cunt apart and slipped into her hole. She screamed out in anguished delight as she felt her cunt being dilated to the utmost by the huge, stiff knot in the dog's cock. Ranger shoved it deep, spearing the tapering tip of his prick into the very mouth of her womb, and again gave that peculiar finish to his fuck. He held himself immobile against her as his cock gave one last, dying jerk and then the dog slowly began collapsing.

She could feel him weakening by the second as the strength ebbed from his body, though he still had not doused her cunt with that overpowering wad of fuck juice which she loved so well with her son. That failure, in fact, was becoming the principal drawback to fucking with the dog. Apart from his failure to shoot off in a satisfyingly hearty manner, he was reasonably pleasing, certainly a couple of notches better than Paul Ryan. Granted, Ranger probably dribbled enough sperm during their fucks to equal Mike's load, but the boy concentrated his blast into one brief, spasmodic moment of gushing glory. Small wonder, then, that Marie continued fucking with Ranger but reserved her greatest interest for the short periods when her son returned from his summer job.

Mike generally worked five days at a stretch, though sometimes this was changed to six, and he came home on his days off. He explained that the resort got boring after a time, and the change of pace provided him with a very welcome relief. Moreover, as he admitted with a pleasing blush, the hours at home provided him with certain pleasures which he could not so easily obtain at the resort. Marie teased him about this and hinted darkly that he was probably making out very well with the married women and their daughters who flocked to the lake during the summer. The boy admitted that more than once he had had propositions from women at the resort. The difficulty, however, was in accepting the propositions. He shared his six-bunk sleeping room with another lifeguard and four waiters from the dining room, which meant that he had very little opportunity for entertaining female guests there, even if he felt like violating the rules. There was another rule which forbade resort employees from entering a guest's living quarters, except on business. Mike admitted that he had once visited a lady in her bedroom; he said that she had sidled up to him at his station beside the lakefront and had asked him point-blank if he would come to her room late that night and let her suck him off.