David Crane: The wife_s doggy position

She glanced at the boxer.

His cock was even larger than the Doberman's and his knob was a darker shade of purple.

Molly wondered if she should jack them off one at a time, or use both hands and do them at the same time? How far would they shoot? Should she get a tissue paper to catch their cum, or just let it fly out, and mop it up afterwards? She was trying to think clinically about it, but her lust kept getting in the way of such thoughts. She was thinking that it might be very exciting to let the brutes spill their cum onto her body! She liked the idea of having hot jism splash on her tits and belly… maybe even to spread her legs and let them shoot a load on her hot cunt!

The blonde opened her robe. Then she slipped it right off, not wanting to get cum stains on it. The dogs regarded her curiously, sniffing at the distinctive scent of hot pussy.

Reaching down, Molly touched the Doberman's prick, holding it in her upturned palm as if weighing it. The feeling of that fat cock throbbing in her hand was wildly exciting.

The Doberman whimpered and twitched.

She slid her hand down to cup his bloated balls.

Then she fingered the slippery, rubbery knob.

Turning, she felt the boxer's prick, in turn.

Both of their cockheads had started to bubble with foamy precum. The sight of that quicksilvery fluid oozing out was driving Molly crazy, and her cunt was flooding, streamers of pussy juice running down her crotch and seeping into the crack of her taut ass. She drew her knees up and parted her thighs. Taking the Doberman's cock in her hand, she closed her fist around the root and began to jack up and down, slowly and gingerly. The blonde was aiming his cockhead at her groin. She began to rub her cunt with her free hand, but just lightly, not trying to make herself come yet. She wanted to save that until she felt the dog's hot jism splash on her. Then she would finger her clit and bring herself to an orgasm with dog cum dripping from her fuckslot.

Her fist skimmed down.

As she pulled the sheath back, the brute's cockhead flared out in a wide wedge, and more cum oozed from the parted cleft. She stroked back up and the hairy sheath curled up at the edge of his knob, Molly was leaning forward, her face right in front of his prick as she gazed in total fascination at the dog's big cockhead.

Then the boxer pushed his blunt muzzle into Molly's steamy crotch, and he took a lick.

Molly shuddered.

His nose was cold, his tongue was hot, and it felt very, very nice to have him rooting around in her throbbing cunt like a pig nosing for corn in a trough.

After all, she was doing the two dogs a favor. Why shouldn't she let them return the favor and get some pleasure, herself? Letting a dog lap her pussy wasn't really so very bad, she told herself. Dogs are always giving people a lick. It didn't matter what part of her body that tongue was applied to. It wasn't as if she were actually having sex with the dumb brutes.

She spread her cuntlips open.

The boxer's nimble tongue slurped up her foaming fuckslot.

Molly had been ignoring the Doberman as she concentrated on this new pleasure. Her fist was still folded around his stout rod but her strokes had faltered and become erratic. The Doberman whined, and his hindquarters pumped as he fucked through her fist. Molly began to stroke him again, faster now, eager to jack the juices from his cock and balls. She adored the way his prickshaft expanded in her hand his knob flared out, the cleft open and dripping. She gazed at his meaty cock. It spread out like the head of a hooded cobra about to strike.

Suddenly, the Doberman gave a long, low wine, and his whole muscular body began to vibrate.

Molly gasped as she felt the cum run up his cockshaft.

Then the creamy stuff was shooting out from his prickhead in great spurts, coming out as if from a high pressure hose. Molly wailed with pure lust. Jism splattered on her plump tits and splashed on her heaving belly. She watched it jet from his knob in fascination. Load after load shot out. His balls seemed bottomless. The hot slime was pouring down the slopes of her tits, running into her deep cleavage, dripping from her stiff nipples. A glob of the stuff pooled in her belly button. A slippery trail trickled down into her golden pubic bush. She kept pumping, and the dog kept coming. A dose splattered in the hollow of her throat. Then the fierce initial pressure was reduced. The brute was still shooting, but his cum wasn't jetting straight out now, it was looping out and down, falling onto her hot thighs. Her whole sleek torso was coated with the stuff, awash with canine cum.

Finally, he stopped shooting.

She continued to stroke him for a few moments, to make sure that she had milked out every drop.

She felt his prick soften and diminish in her fist.

But it didn't collapse completely.

His cock was still throbbing and the swollen knob still flared. Molly realized that the potent Doberman was going to need more than one climax before he was satisfied. The idea did not trouble her at all. She was more than willing to jack him off again.

But there was still the boxer to be dealt with.

That handsome beast was still lapping away on her cunt, his hot breath billowing up her fuckslot, his tongue steaming as it slurped up cuntjuice with ravenous gusto. Some of the Doberman's cum had trickled down into her pussy. The boxer lapped that up, too.

Molly released the hound's cock.

The animal stepped back, stiff-legged. He seemed to be grinning. His prick swayed up and down under his belly, the knob still flaring out from the sheath, not getting any softer, looking like it was going to get iron-hard again at any moment. But the brute seemed to realize that it was the boxer's turn for some action now, and he stood back, waiting.

He was beginning to sense that human females were a lot nicer than bitches. They didn't escape under fences, for one thing.

He wondered what a human cunt was like.

He waited hopefully.

Molly turned her attentions on the boxer.

Reaching under the boxer, Molly got a handful of his prick and began to stroke the fat rod. The dog's head was still lowered against her crotch, tonguing away. It felt wonderful, and she hated to make him stop. But in that position, she couldn't see his cock very well, and she couldn't aim his jism at her body. It had been a tremendous thrill to have the Doberman shoot on her belly and tits, and she wanted the boxer to spill his cum on her too. She figured that there would be time enough, afterward, to have one of the willing dogs give her pussy a thorough lapping, and to get her rocks off on a tongue. For the moment, the lust-crazed woman was more interested in making the boxer come than she was in coming, herself.

Molly pushed his head out of her soaking crotch.

The dog looked up, his jaws dripping with cuntjuice, puzzled that she had stopped him. But then her hand slid slowly up his prick. He gave a whimper and stood up on braced feet, quivering all over, realizing that he was being petted in the best possible place, one of those strange and mysterious pleasures that only creatures with hands could perform. Not knowing anything about human psychology, the boxer couldn't see what pleasure the woman got out of doing it with her hand, but he was certainly not going to bark about it.

Molly began stroking his steadily.

The blonde leaned closer, her lust-contorted face right in front of his big, bloated cockhead. She stroked him with one hand and fingered his flaring knob with the other. She was eager to see him shoot. Her tits and belly were already awash with dog cum. She wondered if she should aim the boxer's prick right in her face, and let him blow his wad there. It seemed naughtier than jerking him off on her tits and belly, somehow, but the thought of having a load of steaming dog jism hose her face was really exciting.