David Crane - The wife does dogs

With a heave, he buried the last inches. His balls slapped against her cuntmound and her pink pussylips spread out, plastered around the thick root of his cock. He held it all up inside her for a moment while the thrilled girl jerked and twisted on his prick like a fish on a gaff. Then he started to draw back out. At first the fit was so tight that, instead of pulling his prick out of her cunt, he simply dragged her ass and hips back with him. But then he tightened his grip on her hips and began to push-pull her, hauling her back onto his cock as he thrust in, then shoving her away as he drew the huge prick out. He pulled out until only his cockhead was stuck in her slot, then whipped it all back into her. Her trim little ass was jammed upward as his prick filled her. Wanda wailed with joy. It was the biggest prick that the teenager bad ever had up her cunt-since the pony's prick wouldn't fit in her-and she adored the sensation of having her hot little cunthole stuffed to the brim with hot, hard prickmeat. Carson began a slow, steady fucking that drove the wanton little minx wild. She churned and thrashed on his cocks gurgling and gasping. Ramming in to the hilt, Carson heard the girl gulp. He wondered if his huge prick was running right into her throat, choking her from inside her gullets He pulled out and slammed in again, feeding her a long, rippling stroke that caused her to vibrate. Molly watched that thick cockrod vanish, then reappear, licking her lips appreciatively. The twin slid in and began to lick around the edges. She knelt behind Carson and stuck her tongue up into his asshole, rimming his brown eye moistly. Then she slipped between them and tongued out her sister's ass for a moment, purring happily as she savored the tangy taste of her twin's dark asshole. Her frothy saliva poured down and blended with Wanda's cuntjuice. Molly was going mad as she lapped and licked around the coupling. She turned onto her back and slid her head up under the doggy- fucking couple. Fitting her parted lips around the underside of Carson's prick, she let his prickrod slide through her mouth enroute to her sister's cunthole. Carson's stalk pulled out, drenched with pussynectar, then plunged back in soaking with saliva. Molly tilted her head higher and began to suck on cock and cunt at the same time, her parted lips clamped around her sister's clit, Carson's cock sliding through as she slurped hungrily. Cuntjuice ran down her cheeks and coated her tongue, dripping from his prickrod and gushing from Wanda's creamy cuntslot. Carson jerked back, almost turning Wanda's cunthole inside out as her tunnel dragged on his retreating cockmeat. Molly lapped at those pink cuntlips. Then he plowed in again, stuffing her to the brim, and Molly tongued his balls. He felt Wanda's cunt ripple and pulse as her loins began to melt on his giant cunt stuffer. More pussyjuice gushed out and his prick began to slide in and out faster as her trim cunthole oiled itself on that creamy lubrication. He wanted to come with the girl as she creamed. He began pounding the prick to her violently, shaking her slender, kneeling body and rattling her bones. His belly whacked against the curve of her ass and his balls slapped into her crotch.

"Gonna shoot!" he gasped.

"Yeah! Come in her cunt!" Molly wailed. Wanda slammed back, her pussy creaming steadily. Carson slammed his cock into her, pounding her to jelly. His scumbags lurched and ballooned, held for a moment, then blew. His jism shot out with such force that his ass was slammed back on the recoil. The steaming hot slime hosed into Wanda's cunt like a liquid cannonball and the girl screamed with lust as she felt his fuckjuice flood her. Wanda whipped her ass around, her cunt sucking the scum out of his cock and balls as her own cum cream flowed into the stuffed hole in slimy rivers. Their mingled juices pumped out of her cuntslot and her sister eagerly tongued up the overflow. Carson, shaking and groaning, poured the prick to the girl violently, emptying his cock and balls in spurt after steaming spurt. The last of his fuckjuice squirted up her hole. Carson swayed, dazed by his mind-blowing orgasm. He slowly toppled over onto his ass and, his huge prick, turned semi-hard, pulled out of her clutching pussy and flopped up to slap him on the belly. Wanda slid belly down in the grass, her legs apart, steam and smoke drifting out of her pussy and cum and cuntjuice pouring down from her open cuntslot. Molly leaned over Carson, taking his slimy prick into her mouth and sucking the sweet juices from his cockmeat. She lapped his balls, gathering up the overflow. Then the naughty twin turned to her well-fucked sister and, clamping her hot mouth over Wanda's creamy cunt gash, began to swallow the hot, thick blend of jism and pussyjuice out of her fuckhole. Watching this, Carson felt his prick ripple, then snap back toward a brand new hard-on. He grinned happily. Molly sucked merrily away on Wanda's cunt and Carson's prick loomed up, higher and higher and harder and harder, ready for the next happy episode. It dawned on him, vaguely, that he had not yet found the elusive white stag. Fuck the stag, he thought. And it was ironic that he should have thought in just those terms because that was exactly what his wife was doing…

There were two different paths down to the salt lick and Catherine, leaving her dog and her son both in a state of exhaustion from her insatiable sexual appetites, had by chance chosen the second one so that she did not happen upon her husband and the randy teenaged twins and the stout pony. If she had, it might well have been a different story, and every bit as interesting, but with a different cast playing the randy roles and linking up in the depraved combinations. As it was, Catherine followed the other trail, branching away from the stream as she hurried to the salt lick. She expected to find her husband lurking there and intended to demand some cock from the negligent fellow. As she moved through the forest, the woman was glowing with desire, radiant with passion. The things she had done with the Alsatian and then with her teenaged son had, she knew, been wicked and depraved-yet they were all the more exciting because they were so very naughty. She knew, too, that she would be sucking and fucking with both the doggy and the boy again, in the near future, and that prospect was turning her on tremendously. Catherine had creamed time and again as she cavorted with the beast and frolicked with her son and yet, despite her multiple orgasms, the over- sexed woman was hornier than ever, her lust inspired as much by the memory of her sins as by any physical need. Her cunt was steaming and flaring between her thighs at every stride and she felt as if her hot flesh must be luminous in the dark shadows of the woodlands. Soon she broke out of the undergrowth and stood by the salt lick. It was a natural lick, a streak of mineral running down a flat slab of grey rock that thrust up from the earth. Catherine stood in the clearing, looking this way and that, surprised that her husband was not there. Thinking he might be hiding so as not to frighten off the stag, she called out his name but got no response. Damn, she thought. He must have spotted that fucking stag and chased off after it, and here I am with a hot pussy and not a single fucking cock in sight!

She decided to wait, hoping that Carson would soon return. Adjacent to the vertical salt lick, there was a cleft in the rock, with a horizontal table or shelf running along it. Catherine sat on this stone ledge, her trim ass perched on the edge and her long,

shapely legs trailing down to the ground. Her thighs were parted and she was very, very aware of her pussy, smoldering between her legs. She waited for ten minutes, frustrated and horny and annoyed with Carson for not being there. She thought about returning to the cabin, in hopes that Rex or Tommy might have recovered enough to throw some more stiff prick into her. But they had both been drained and, besides, it was possible that Carson might have gone back to the cabin by this time, along the other trail, and she could hardly enjoy bestiality or incest with her husband there, nor could she very well get fucked by Carson with the cabin occupied by her other unholy lovers. Catherine decided to give herself a finger-fucking. She pulled her skirt up above her waist. She hadn't bothered to put any panties on, figuring she'd just have to take them off again, and her naked cunt steamed in the cool mountain air. Reaching down with both hands, she began to fondle her cuntlips and clit and to slip two fingers up inside her slippery cuntgash. Her ass and hips jerked on the stony perch and she moaned softly at her own caress and from out of her horny groins and the fragrance of her hot pussy which drifted across the clearing and into the trees… And to the sensitive nostrils of the white stag!