Unknown - Daddy_s Little Girl

Her tongue tangled lovingly around his cock, which had now grown to immeasurable size, and this brought another deep throated growl from Brute's passion-drenched throat. Her tongue, lips and teeth seemed now to have become a single inseparable force working demonically in the region of his genitals.

June could see his shining, fur-covered buttocks tense together as he involuntarily jerked forward with a help into the warm soft cavern of her mouth.

Brute's hips had begun now to lunge violently forward and back under this uninhibited attack of her mouth on his burning cock-flesh. He whined and panted lavishly, his saliva dripping down onto his shaggy chest. She sucked at his cock like a hungry calf feeding from its mother, the smooth hard texture filled her mouth to the bursting point as it expanded further with each passing thrust into her warm wet mouth.

The hard rubbery tip of his cock-head grazed smoothly against the back of her throat. Her mouth was filled with warm moist saliva and made a smooth hot sheath around his monstrous red instrument as it pummeled faster and faster into her urgently sucking face. His large dark testicles beat a steady rhythm of bestial lust against the tip of her chin on the downstroke, and she could feel him all wet where some of the saliva in her totally filled mouth had drooled down from her lips and moistened the whole of her lower face.

Brute's handsome canine features seemed to contort with animal desire as he mewled and thrust his sweating loins up at her face, her lewdly ovalled lips continuing to suck and nibble deliriously on his blood- throbbing member. He watched with gleaming, sex-crazed eyes as her wildly bobbing head made the reddish flesh of his cock disappear into the tightly rounded opening formed by her wide-stretched lips, and felt them clasping around it wetly like the lips of a bitch's cunt.

June's eyes were closed tight now as she wallowed joyously in her shame in committing this obscenely illicit act. And then all of a sudden she opened them, sensing that he was getting ready to erupt.

Yes, there before her very eyes his sperm-bloated balls had pulled tightly into the neck of his animal scrotum, getting ready to discharge.

Now! It had to be now!

His thick, glistening penis was thrust far back into her ravenously sucking mouth, and Brute yelped and instinctively arched his pelvis up at her. The full force of his rigidity continued to expand in the velvet-smooth softness between her tongue and the roof of her mouth. A thousand sensations seemed to be ripping at his earnestly struggling loins. And then suddenly all of his canine passion rushed ferociously to the fore with a roaring spurt from his sperm-bloated testicles, racing along the bridge of his hard animal cock, then streaming like a shower of sparks far into the depths of her throat.

June choked and sputtered for a single, long-held moment as the scalding hot gushes of sticky dog-cum burst in thick jets forward into the confines of her openly sucking mouth. And then she saw her pet shudder along his entire muscular length, his fur glistening and shiny with satisfaction. She choked, gasped and swallowed with delirious happiness to have this most ultimate of tributes from the dog she loved. And then his soft deflated penis began slipping with a lewd wet sucking sound from between her cum covered pink lips, a thin string- like trickle of white still connecting them together. The hollows of her throat worked for long moments afterwards, swallowing in great gulps the searing hot sperm he had flooded into her throat.

And then her nostrils flared, and she could feel the warm, glowing ball of fire in her loins begin to expand again. Caressing his testicles, the twelve year old blonde moved upward over Brute's powerful furry body in order to mingle her tongue with his in an orgy of unnatural French kissing. Brute lapped hungrily at her mouth and face as her warm firm breasts spread out over his hairy body.

Her long blonde hair waved over him caressingly as she moved around over the exhausted German shepherd.

And now, she thought with some surreal satisfaction, it's my turn, my darling …

Dora had stayed out longer than usual doing her shopping due to the fact that she had run into Jane Hammond, her old school friend and former member of the Evanston Women's Club before she had so mysteriously let her membership lapse.

But the fact that Jane seemed to have cut herself off from her old associations didn't bother Dora.

Indeed, she was anxious to hear what Jane had been up to. When one didn't see a friend for so long, naturally all sorts of juicy and interesting gossip built up inside which wasn't adequately released in the interim and could be used, justifiably now, for the purpose of lingering over a long coffee in Cantor's Delicatessen next door to DelFarm Foods.

So that when Dora had lingered over the vegetables in DelFarm, pushing her shopping basket ahead of her listlessly, her mind churning confusedly over the problem of her husband's supposed infidelity, unable to concentrate, the sight of Jane Hammond at the next shopping basket had served delightfully to break her loose from her general feeling of helplessness and inability to cope.

Immediately the two women gushed all over each other and chattered away like magpies. Dora's immediate feelings of marital discontent vanished with the first word, and when Jane suggested that they go next door to Cantor's and cut the grocery shopping short, the redheaded housewife immediately consented. They proceeded to the checkout counter with haste, and afterwards threw everything into the backs of their cars in hopelessly disorganized fashion. Now, seated in Cantor's over cups of steaming hot coffee, gazing around occasionally at the furious bustle and chatter of people around them, they concentrated mostly on their own conversation.

It seemed ages since Dora had been so relaxed in the company of someone else, or indeed even taken the time out for a nibble in the delicatessen. Cantor's was just not a place that she frequented usually. The ultra-loud voices she usually encountered in Cantor's served ordinarily to give her a slight touch of migraine. Cantor's was not the sort of place she could ordinarily relax in. It was a big, square building made up in semi-neo-Jewish, modern-American with lights that were usually too bright, decorating and furnishings too garish, and aisles too clustered and active to adequately leave one at ease.

And every ten seconds, from where they sat, came the splattering sound of the men behind the counter with their knives and white aprons serving up yet one more millionth corned beef sandwich on rye. It was Jewish paradise for anyone who liked that sort of thing.

Yet now, gabbling away excitedly with her long-disappeared friend, all Dora's disquiet left her and she noticed nothing else around her. The garish surroundings and ambiance of Cantor's did not intrude. Relaxing with Jane also loosened a flood of hunger messages from her stomach and brain, and she allowed herself to be coaxed into ordering as well a "nice" bowl of hot chicken soup with matzo balls and she ate, and ate.

And when she finished the first bowl she ordered another. Very soothing and warm it was.

"But we haven't seen you in so long, dear!" she gushed, sipping her soup and knocking a bit a dark russet hair back from her eye.

"I know," said Jane, with an unusual confident air for Jane. "Jack and I just seem to have shifted our circle of friends in the last year somehow. Did you miss us? Say you did."

"You know we have," Dora laughed. "But all the girls at the club have been wondering about you, and asking me about you. Somehow they always assumed that you and I were the closest of friends, and that I'd always know what you were up to. But of course, I had to tell them that I hadn't known a thing."