David Crane: The wife_s doggy position

Molly thought that was a corny joke, but she had to admit that the collie's tongue was very refreshing as it delved up her fuck slot, and his cock looked like it would refresh those depths of her cunt that other cocks could not reach.

Carla came over, and she knelt beside the dog.

Reaching under him, she began to pull his prick, as if she were milking a cow. Molly tilted her head to the side to watch the dog's cock grow and harden. The collie continued to tongue her cunt, and his prick came out like a telescope, longer and longer, the fat wedge of the knob flaring out from his cockshaft. It was a thrilling sight. Although she'd come very nicely in Carla's talented mouth, Molly felt the surge of renewed need rising in her pussy.

"Shall I fuck him first?" she asked, hopefully.

Carla grinned and nodded.

The dog, who understood the word fuck, cocked his head and began to ripple all through his powerful body. Molly was going to get down on the floor, on all fours. She supposed that when you fucked with a dog, you were obliged to do it doggy fashion. But the collie suddenly hopped up, his forelegs on the couch, straddling Molly's hips and his big cock looming out over her belly. Molly saw instantly that they would be able to link up face to face. Somehow, doing it human fashion seemed more perverted than doing in animal style. More interesting, too, because of that. She watched his cockhead flare like a torch as it stood rampant and vibrant before her. It looked so delicious that she simply had to have a taste, even though it embarrassed her a little to do that in front of Carla. She bent her head down and began to lap his cockhead, then slurped the meaty slab into her mouth.

Carla looked on with total approval.

Molly mouthed the collie's prickmeat for awhile, then drew her lips away. His cock was a tasty mouthful, and the idea of swallowing his cum was not unattractive, but the girl had already drunk plenty of dog jism today, and she was more interested in getting fucked.

Carla wrapped her fist around the root of the dog's prick, and she drew him lower, placing his knob in Molly's fuck slot. As soon as he felt hot pussy on the end of his cock, the collie knew just what to do. His hindquarters bunched with muscle, he paused, quivering, for a moment, then he rammed the length of his black prick up Molly's pussy.

Molly wailed with the joy of it.

The collie began to pour the prick to her with gusto. Molly pumped her hips wildly, meeting his thrusts, shoving her cunt down onto his huge cock as it plowed in. The blonde didn't know if collies fucked better than boxers, or if it was better doing it face to face, but she was enjoying this fucking more than her previous canine coupling. She pushed one hip down, then the other, angling her pelvis, arching her back, writhing on his long prick.

Carla was licking the dog's balls, holding his bushy tail up and lapping away as the bloated sac swung back and forth. The tight-fitting prick was pumping cuntjuice out of Molly's cunt. The hot fluids sprayed into Carla's face. Molly began to moan with an approaching climax, and the collie whacked his prick in faster as his own bestial lust rose up toward the crest of ejaculation.

His jism hosed her cunt in a steaming deluge.

Crying out in ecstasy, Molly creamed with the spurting dog, her pussy juice gushing out to mix with his cum.

After awhile, the collie slowed. His balls were momentarily drained. But when he drew his fat cock out of Molly, it was still stiff. Molly's pussy sucked on his prickmeat as he retracted it, and the knob slipped from her cunt with a hollow, slurping sound. His big cock swayed up and down, still rampant, dripping with cum and juice. Carla, her green eyes sparking, leaned in and took the dog's prick into her mouth, hungrily sucking jism and cuntjuice from the knob.

His balls began to fill up again immediately. Carla was more than ready to have her cunt stuffed full of dog prick now, but that taste of cockmeat and cum and cuntjuice had whetted her appetite, too. She wanted some at both ends. She took willing Molly by the hand, drawing her down to the floor. Molly wasn't sure what they were going to be doing, but she was damned sure that, whatever it was, she was going to enjoy it.

She lay on her back, ready for anything.

Carla threw a knee across and mounted Molly in the position of sixty-nine. Burying her head between Molly's thighs, she began to suck her friend's cum-filled cunt eagerly. Then she lowered her crotch into Molly's eager, upturned face. Molly was licking the air even before that creamy snack had descended upon her. The two horny girls began to lick each other's cunt with vigor.

The collie studied the situation for a moment.

This was new to him. But Carla, mounted on Molly, was certainly in the right position for a doggy fuck, and the way her ass was grinding around inspired the brute. He mounted Carla's churning haunches, his forelegs hooked around her hips, and slammed his cockmeat into her cunt.

Molly gave a little gasp when she realized that the cunt she was sucking was full of dog cock at the same time.

The collie's balls dragged down her face as he pushed his prick into Carla's fuckhole. Molly licked Carla's clit and watched the dog's fat prick vanish in her pussy, then draw back out, slathered with pussy nectar. Carla's cuntlips clung and dragged on the dog's retreating cockmeat, pulling out with it, then got stuffed right up into her cunt as he whammed his prick back in. Pussyjuice splashed in Molly's face. She began to tongue Carla's cuntlips and to push her tongue into the woman's fuckhole alongside the collie's cock. When he pulled out, his cockhead appeared, and Molly tongued some dog meat along with pussy. Then she parted her lips, fitting them at the point of contact, so that the dog's cock was running through her mouth en route to Carla's cunt. Molly began to whimper as her pussy sparked in an electric spasm on Carla's talented tongue. Then Carla wailed as her own climax ripped through her, inspired by a cuntful of cock and tongue together.

The collie squirted his cum into Carla's pussy.

As the blended juices poured out in a steaming river, Molly greedily sucked them up and swallowed them.

Together, two girls and a dog, they ground against one another until the last spasms of their mutual pleasure had passed.

They uncoupled slowly.

Molly wondered what they would do next.

Carla and Molly were playing with each other's cunts while they waited for the collie's prick to harden again. It didn't look like they would have long to wait. It was already jolting into a new hard-on.

Suddenly, Molly smiled.

"I've just decided what to do about my unfaithful husband!" she announced. "I'm going to ask him to buy me a dog… to keep me company when he's working late at the office!"

"What a good idea! What kind of dog?"

Molly considered.

"A bitch, I think," she said.

Carla gave her a queer look.

"Gee, you aren't going to turn lesbian, are you?" she asked. Even Carla was scandalized by the thought of dyking a bitch.

But Molly grinned.

"Why, no, but a bitch in heat will bring whole packs of dogs home," she explained. "Instead of having just one dog of my own, I can have all the variety I want."

"What a clever girl you are!" Carla said.

Carla was a frequent visitor at Molly's house after that. Molly never complained when her husband worked late and, between them. They fucked their way through the canine kingdom.