David Crane - Barbara_s kennel orgy

The thought that his sexy mistress must have trained him thrilled her.

She wrapped her legs around him, hooking her knees and starting to rub his cock between her feet. The brute was already hard, his balls nicely bloated. His fuckrod throbbed as she stroked it with her feet and ankles. She pulled his head out of her crotch, not wanting to reach her first crest on a tongue. She bent down and kissed the animal on his well-juiced muzzle, licking at his tongue a little.

“What do you like, King?” she whispered, huskily. “What does your mistress do for you?”

King woofed and yanked his head back into Barbara’s crotch. His tongue ran down into the crack of her ass and Barbara smiled, her mind suddenly made up.

She would take her first dog cock of the day up her asshole, enjoying a shit-chuteful while at the same time, making her mouth hungrier and her cunt hornier for the next round.

Excited by the prospect, Barbara slid from the chair and began to fondle the Afghan’s cock with both hands. The handsome brute whined and stood to attention, obviously no novice at being caressed by human hands. His haunches stirred, shoving his prick out.

Barbara figured that she had better lubricate his fuck-knob to make it slide more easily up into her tight asshole.

Leaning under his silken flank, she slurped his hot cockhead into her mouth and wetted it thoroughly. His prick was delicious, she thought. Being a pedigreed doggy, his prick had a more subtle, less musky flavor than her mongrel. His pisshole oozed a few drops of spunk onto her tongue and she savored it on her taste buds, finding the flavor of Afghan slime distinctive. She was tempted to milk him in her mouth, but then she pulled her lips away.

She turned, shoving her ass towards King and the well-trained dog responded instantly, leaping up and mounting her haunches. Barbara wet her fingers in her mouth and rubbed saliva into the tight brown bud of her shit-hole. She nudged a finger up the tight slot, preparing her shittunnel for the lovely load to come.

Her asshole felt almost as hot as her cunt by this time.

King was humping impatiently, his cockhead bouncing against her ass. She folded her fist around his shaggy cock-stalk and levered his cockdown, working his fuck-knob around in her soaking cunt to lubricate it more.

King’s hindquarters heaved as he tried frantically to shove his prick up her fuckhole, but Barbara held him away with her restraining hand, allowing only his prick-knob to penetrate. She rubbed it around, squirming back against him.

Then she pulled his prick up out of her crotch, placing his long, hairy fuckshaft in the crack of her ass.

King humped, fucking through that crack, his cockhead emerging above her shapely ass. Barbara let him stroke up the tunnel between her asscheeks for a while, working up a nice, smooth rhythm. Then she angled his cock so that his prick-knob snuggled into her asshole. His angry red prick pulsed in her trim little pussy-slot. King yelped and hiked his haunches up higher, aiming his fuckrod into her shitchute.

Holding him by his cock, Barbara worked his slimy fuck-knob around in her puckered assbud. Her tiny asshole slowly rippled open and the tip of the dog’s cockhead inched in. King whimpered, his whole silken body quivering. If the dumb animal realized that his prick was going up an asshole instead of a cunt, he didn’t seem to mind.

With a juicy slurp, all of his fuck-knob vanished into Barbara’s ass. It was a tight fit, her ass-tunnel clinging snugly to his flaring cockhead. She slid her hand down to play with his balls and the doggy yelped and began to wedge his cock deeper into her. His fuck-knob was the fattest part of his big rig, forging a passage up her tight asshole. Her ass muscles fluttered and parted to accommodate his thick fuckrod. Inch by precious inch, the Afghan’s formidable fucktool disappeared into her shitter.

Barbara moaned and shoved back to meet him, and his silken-sheathed cock plunged in to the hilt.

His cockhead was flaring and throbbing deep in her bowels and his thick fuck-stalk was levering up her ass-tunnel. His balls hung down into her crotch and she rubbed them into her wet fuckslot. It hurt slightly, as his prick expanded in her, but she felt only a tingle of mild pain that enhanced the tingling thrill of getting buggered by the beast.

King held it all up her for a second, panting over her back. When he tried to pull out, the fit was so tight that at first he was merely dragging her ass back on his prick. But then her ass-passage spread open and his cock came out slowly until only the hot red slab of his fuckknob was stuck up her shit-slot.

He plunged in to the roots again, yelping, falling into the tempo. Barbara shoved her ass back to meet his thrusts and twisted her hips about as he withdrew. His sturdy cock was driving so deep up her digestive tract that she felt as if his smoking-hot cockhead must have unraveled the tangle of her guts, as if it was throbbing away in her stomach, splashing there in all the cum that she had swallowed the day before. Her asscanal was puffing and rippling on his sliding prick, dragging him in as if she were digesting his succulent fuckmeat in reverse, and swallowing his cock with her ass.

His haunches dipped down and he fed her an underslung stroke that tilted her pelvis up. Then he hiked up and pumped into her from above, shoving her ass down. Her thighs tensed and trembled as she pushed back to meet his thrusts.

His balls slapped into her cunt-slot and pussy-juice splashed out, drenching him. The overflow ran down the insides of her thighs in a hot tide.

“Pump it to me, boy!” she moaned. “Shove that big fucker up into my guts-”

Slamming back, she gorged her hot bowels on his prickmeat. The Afghan was fucking her ass furiously now, his haunches heaving, fast as a greyhound. His prick sped in and out so fast that Barbara thought it must be blistering her shit-chute by the friction, that smoke must be pouring from her asshole. She had never had a cock, canine or human, plunging into her so fast. Her ass jerked and jolted and churned as she tried to keep pace with the swift brute’s assault. Her mouth was hanging open, panting. His cockhead was plowing so far up her asscanal that she thought maybe his jism would spray from her lips when he finally unloaded his balls.

“Scum me, boy! Spunk my guts!” she wailed, eager to feel his hot tide steaming into her bowels, and with the other dogs available, not wanting to prolong the buggery too much longer. Even as he filled her shit-chute, her month was watering and her cunt was flooding at the delighted prospect of all the cock and cum waiting for her.

“C’mon, King-wash my guts-oooh-slime in my ass, boy!” she gurgled.

He whipped his cock into her like a dynamo, his haunches heaving in at a lightning speed, driving his prick up her ass at something like forty miles an hour. His bloated balls felt like sandbags as they swung into her steaming groin with loud whacks. Her clit was sparking as hers fuckslot creamed his balls, girl-juice pouring out.

His frantic vitality was shoving her away, fucking her across the floor on her hands and knees. Her head switched from side to side, her long blonde hair tumbling wildly. Her lovely face was a mask of depraved desire, eyes narrowed and lips parted. As he jolted her ass forwards, her fat fits swung under her like ripe fruit on a vine, the pink tips standing out like high-caliber bullets.

Dimly, Barbara could hear the other dogs howling from the back garden. She knew that the spicy fragrance of her overflowing pussy must be drifting out to them, inspiring them and getting them all ready to take their turns in her body.

King hammered into her ass and his balls slapped into her crotch as they exploded. His prick expanded and Barbara cried out in anticipation, knowing that a bellyful was on the way. He slammed his cockhead deep into her bowels and the Afghan-juice came streaming from his pisshole, flooding her guts.