David Crane: The wife_s doggy position

"Nice?" she whispered.

"Oh, Carla… yes!"

Carla raised an eyebrow, and Molly grinned.

"Now it's your turn," said Carla.

Molly didn't mind at all.

Carla spread her lean, trembling thighs, and Molly slid between them, gazing at her juicy cunt. It was gaping open, her pussy lips unfurled, her fuck slot flooded with cream. Carla's clit stood out from her juicy cunt crack like a little man in a boat. Molly paused before she began to suck her first-ever pussy, but it was not from reluctance or any last second misgivings or inhibitions. She was merely savoring the expectation and thrilling to the sight. Her mouth was watering for her first taste. She looked up shyly at Carla and grinned. Carla's eyes were narrowed, her cream-smeared lips parted, her face a mask of passion. It would be wonderful to make the horny woman cream with her tongue, Molly thought – and wonderful to be lapping that cream out of her savory fuck slot, as well.

Molly spread Carla's cunt open even wider with her fingertips and, leaning in, took her first lick.

It was even tastier than she had hoped.

She began tonguing joyfully up the brunette's pussy, along her cuntlips, over her throbbing clit. Carla began to churn and thrash about in ecstasy as that willing tongue lapped her pussy. Then Molly fitted her lips to the woman's parted cuntlips, tilting her head to the side, and she began to suck eagerly. As her lips sucked, she stabbed her hot tongue as far up the brunette's fuck hole as she would reach.

"Oooooh!" Carla wailed.

"Ummm," purred Molly.

With the very first lick, Molly had discovered that sucking a cunt was every bit as good as having her own cunt sucked, the sort of wonderful, mutual pleasure of which a sexy girl dreams.

She began fingerfucking up Carla's cunt with three stiff, bunched fingers, twisting them in as she sucked on her swollen clit and tongued her flowing fuck slot.

"Oh! Oh, Molly… I'm gonna cream!" wailed Carla.

"Do it! Do it!" Molly squealed.

She sucked voraciously, and her tongue stabbed in a frenzy and Carla's steaming cunt fluttered and creamed. As cuntjuice gushed out, Molly swallowed her first female orgasm and kept right on sucking, hoping that orgasm would endure for a long time.

At long last, Carla stopped coming and purred with contentment.

Molly gave her cunt a few last laps, then moved up, curling into a loving embrace. The two horny women kissed, both of their lips, tasting of each other's juices.

"Did you like it?" Carla asked.

"Ummmm… I loved sucking your cunt."

"Now that we've done it, maybe we can suck each other off all the time, okay?"

"I'd like that," Molly agreed. But then she frowned. "I did adore sucking you, Carla, but I still feel like some big, stiff prick!"

"Yeah, cuntsucking does give a girl that urge," Carla agreed.

And at that very moment, there came a scratching on the door.

The big collie had not shown up at Carla's house earlier because he was being punished for being a very bad doggy. The collie's mistress was a confirmed spinster named Mabel who kept the dog to protect her from rapists. Mabel was a virgin, and she had an idea that rapists lurked in every alley and behind every tree. She wouldn't have had to be a spinster, in fact, because she was not a bad looking woman with a lovely ass, but she was afraid of men and, specifically, their cocks.

Mabel refused to wed because she was afraid that her husband might rape her, and she didn't think a wife could have her lawfully wedded spouse arrested for rape. The collie must be serving his purpose, Mabel thought, since she had not yet been approached by a rapist, let alone raped.

She had no idea, of course, that her sexy neighbor down the street had been fucking her dog.

And, therefore, she had no idea that the collie, having sampled human cunt, had learned a new trick.

But the dog had acquired a taste for women's pussies.

That morning, just after getting out of the bath and stark naked, Mabel had begun to do her exercises. She exercised regularly so that she would be fit enough to fight off a rapist, or fleet enough to outrun him, and she was in good shape… especially that nice ass.

She was bending over from the waist, touching her toes.

When the dog realized that his mistress was assuming a modified doggy fuck position, he naturally got a hard-on.

Mabel was amazed when the brute mounted her.

She felt his forelegs lock around her hips as she touched her toes. When he threw her off balance, she caught herself with both hands open on the floor. A moment later, the dog had plowed his fat prick right up her cherry cunt!

Mabel wailed out a protest.

But it was too late. As she trembled under him, the collie whipped his cock meat in and out and, before the startled woman quite realized what was happening, a splash of hot jism poured up her cunt.

She was furious.

Raped! And by her own dog!

She had punished the dumb brute by tying him up in the backyard while she tried to decide what to do about him. At first, Mabel figured she would have to get rid of him, before he took advantage of her again. But after awhile, she got thinking about it and had to admit that it had felt awfully nice to have that fat dog prick slamming up her cunt. Maybe it wasn't exactly a case of rape, at that, she reasoned. Maybe it was only rape with a human. Then, to, if she were to give her doggy some cunt once in awhile, he would no doubt be more faithful, if only because he was possessive about her pussy, and more determined to protect her from the evil men who lurked in the shadows, pricks ready to strike.

So it was that Mabel convinced herself that getting fucked by her dog was not a half bad idea and would add to her sense of security… and she decided to have the collie throw another vigorous fuck up her cunt right away.

She powdered and perfumed her pussy.

She went to the backyard to bring the dog in.

And, to her dismay, she found that the collie had chewed through his lead and was nowhere to be seen.

She had no idea where he had gone.

He had gone, of course, to visit Carla.

Carla and Molly looked at each other excitedly when they heard scratching at the back door, followed by, a moment later, an unmistakably canine whine.

"I think that we're in luck!" Carla exclaimed.

"You don't mind sharing him?" Molly asked.

"Not with a sweet cuntlapper like you," said Carla, and she gave Molly a kiss on the lips, then leaned down to plant an affectionate kiss on her pussy, as well. The scratching was becoming louder and more demanding, and the dog began to yelp.

Carla went to let him in.

The big dog bounded into the front room, and Molly's eyes lighted up when she saw that he was bigger than the boxer or the black Doberman, and that his giant prick was already semi-hard as it swung like a baton under his belly. He looked like a wolf, she thought. She wondered if a wolf pack ever raped a girl before they devoured her. Or devoured her crotch-first, with their long, rasping tongues, lapping up her pussy.

The dog noticed Molly and cocked his head.

Whenever he'd been there before, Carla had been alone, and this change in the routine rather worried the dog. He didn't know if human bitches fucked in public or not. But he did notice that this new, blonde bitch was naked, like Carla, and that her pussy had the same spicy, overheated scent. He walked over to her, then pushed his snout into her cunt, taking a tentative lap. It was tasty. When she didn't push him away, but opened her legs wider, he lapped some more.

"I see he likes you," Carla said.

"Oh, he's adorable. What's his name?"

"I don't know. He belongs to a woman down the street. But I called him Paws." She grinned. "The Paws that refreshes."