David Crane - Barbara_s kennel orgy

Jake gaped at her and his cock surged, damned near ripping right through his jeans.

“Like what, Miss Graves?” he asked huskily.

“Oh, maybe you’d rather have a tongue bath than a shower, Jake,” she suggested, tilting her head. She looked amused by his attitude, yet she obviously wasn’t just taunting him.

“Yes, a nice tongue bath to get the sweat off you-and then we’ll have to let you do some banging with that big hammer, right?”.

Jake grinned crookedly, his hesitation gone now. He nodded with enthusiasm and eagerness. Barbara took his hand and led him toward the house, as eager for carpenter cock as Jake was to supply it.

They went in through the kitchen door. Barbara dropped back to close the door, then stepped up behind him. Jake stood stiff as a statue. Barbara placed her hands on his shoulders. Her blonde head bobbed down and she began to lick lightly at the back of his neck, then down his spine. His muscles rippled under her moist tongue as she lapped up his sweat. She turned him to face her and leaned down, tonguing his hard, flat chest and licking at the hollow of his throat.

Sinking to her knees, she licked his washboard belly, dipping her tongue into his belly button.

Groaning, Jake cradled her blonde head to his groin. She rubbed her face against the bulge of his hard-on, feeling the heat of – it waft through his denim jeans. She blew on the hard lump and squeezed it. She sighed softly, knowing that his big fuckpool was going to do a lovely job on her cunt, but in no hurry as she enjoyed the foreplay.

Slowly rising, she licked back up his stomach Then she arched her slender back, thrusting her naked fits out. Jake felt them with both hands, squeezing her tit-mounds and puffing at the explosive tips. Then he dropped his head and began to lick and suck on her heavy fits with enthusiasm, running his tongue up through her deep cleavage and taking her throbbing nipples into his lips to suckle and nurse.

“Ummm-nice!” she purred.

She held his face between her open hands and jerked her tits up against him.

Her belly ground on his. She let him feed on tit-meat for a few minutes, then drew away.

“I’d better finish your tongue bath,” she said.

She dropped to her knees again, – kissing his lean belly. Her hands fumbled with his belt, then drew the zipper down. Jake stood rigid, fists clenched and jaws tight, as if afraid to move in case he might break this magic spell.

Barbara tugged his jeans down his thighs.

“Ooooh!” she squealed, when she saw his naked cock. It was an impressive sight, no doubt of that.

His cockshaft was long and thick and seamed up the underside by a fat, pounding vein. His fuck-knob flared out in a purple wedge, swollen and throbbing. The tip was moist where his pisshole had wept pre-spunk onto his fat cockhead.

Jake’s balls were bloated with a massive load of fuck-juice.

He jerked his loins out toward her face, but Barbara drew back, avoiding contact for the moment. She pulled his jeans down to the floor and he stepped out of them awkwardly. As he moved, his long prick swayed and his cock-knob slapped against his belly as if it were as heavy as a carpenter’s hammer. It certainly looked hard enough to drive a nail, Barbara thought, gazing up at his groin.

She began to lick up and down his muscular calves and thighs, still avoiding his prick and balls. She tongued up his-perspiration and her saliva washed over him. He was groaning, thinking that a tongue bath sure as hell beat a shower and wondering if this gorgeous girl was going to take his own hot shower in her mouth.

Barbara held him by the hips and gently turned him so that he was facing away from her. She began licking up the backs of his legs now, doing a thorough job.

Her flattened tongue slurped at the hard cheeks of his ass and Jake trembled.

Barbara spread his asscheeks apart and slowly ran her tongue up through the crack of his ass.”

“Holy shit!” be gasped, thrilled by her depravity.

She sniffed at his asshole, then began to wedge the tip of her tongue into his tight brown shit-slot. Jake leaned forwards, shoving his ass up against her face, his prick swinging around like the boom of a ship. Barbara reached around his hip and held his cock in her hand as she rimmed and reamed away on his shit-hole, relishing the tangy flavor. She slobbered into his puckered assbud, then sucked her saliva back out, tainted and flavored by his asshole.

“Do you like this?” she whispered.”

“Yeah! Jeez lady, you’re dirty!” he croaked.

Barbara smiled, taking it as a lovely compliment. Naughty things, she knew, were always more exciting than wholesome things.

Then she turned him to face her again and his prick came swinging around to loom before her face. Preliminary jism was flooding from his pisshole in a heavy flow now, and Barbara knew that the carpenter was going to blow his wad with the slightest encouragement. She had been looking forward to a nice long fuck, but now she realized that she had gotten him far too worked up for a prolonged performance.

“Can you cum twice?” she whispered.

“Yeah!” he croaked, jerking his hips.

“Jerk yourself off in my face, then,” Barbara whispered.

“Empty your balls onto me-then we can fuck!”

Jake looked a bit surprised at her request, but not at all reluctant.

She cupped his swollen balls in one hand, fondling them tenderly, feeling his load shift inside the hairy sacs. Leaning in, she sniffed at his cockhead, rubbing her nose against his sticky cock-tip. His cockmeat was musky and aromatic, although not as much as dog cock, she thought. She licked lightly at his throbbing prickhead, tonguing up some of his pre-cum from the tip.”

“Ooooh-your cum is lovely,” she sighed.

She licked up and down the underside of his cockshaft, tracing along its pulsing vein. She lapped at his balls at the bottom of the stroke, then at his prick-knob as she slurped pp to it, her tongue dancing against the sensitive spot where the fat wedge of meat flared out from his fuckshaft. More spunk dribbled out and she lapped it up.

Tilting her head, she fitted her parted lips against his fuckstalk and pulled them up and down, playing his prick as if it were a flute, sucking and slurping hungrily. Although she preferred dog cocks, she had to admit that human cocks had one big advantage-she could mouth them all and not get hair in her teeth.

Barbara was enjoying this love play and would have lingered over it for a while, but her cunt was really steaming now and she was afraid that she might just cream all by herself, wasting a cum on an empty cunt-hole. She took Jake by the wrist and drew his hand onto his cock. He folded his fist around his thick cockroot and held it, gazing down at her lovely radiant face questioningly.

“Do it!” she urged, her voice husky.

“Jerk yourself off, Jake-spunk in my face and on my tits!”.

She poised before him, opening her sexy mouth wide and curling her tongue out.

Her eyelashes fluttered. Her breath billowed onto his rampant prick. More pre-cum bubbled from his pisshole and Barbara placed her flattened tongue right against the underside of his cockhead, not licking him now, but simply waiting for him to feed her.

Jake gave his prick a slow push-pull.

His cock-knob flared against her wet tongue and Barbara gave a little squeal of delight, feeling deliciously naughty. Letting the guy use her mouth as a cum bucket, in a way, seemed even more dirty than if she had sucked him off.

Jake began to pump his prick steadily now, his powerful carpenter’s wrist hammering up and down. As he stroked up, his foreskin rolled over the ledge of his cockhead, and, as he frigged back toward his balls, he skinned the purple slab and caused it to throb against her hot tongue, making the cum-hungry girl whimper and moan.