David Crane - The wife_s doggy position

But it thrilled her.

The dog was fucking her in the mouth! He was whimpering and whining and corkscrewing his prick in. The fat knob lodged in her throat, and she gagged as her air was cut off. But then he was withdrawing, and she purred with pleasure, sucking thr ough every inch of his long cock. The dog pulled out, paused, then drove in to the roots again. His bloated balls swung against her chin. Molly didn't have to do anything now… except suck and tongue. The dog had taken over, in sexual frenzy, and she was the passive partner, holding steady while he fucked her in the mouth. She removed her hands from his cock and balls and, elbows on the floor, supported her chin with her hands, letting the brute set the tempo, wanting him to fuck her face at his own rapid pace.

His cockhead wedged into her throat.

"Unghhh!" she gasped.

Then he drew back out and she sighed as his fat prick pulled through her clamped lips, as she sucked on every precious inch. He drew out until only his slippery, dripping cockhead was in her mouth, and she nursed on it, purring.

"Ummm," she whimpered.

The knob flared mightily.

Then he was fucking it in again.

Molly's tongue had gone wild, lashing and curling around under his knob and stalk, then folding into a little pink bridge over which his cock could travel to her throat, then slide as it pulled out again. Jism was oozing from his piss slit. It blended with her saliva, coating his cockshaft. His hairy prick steamed as the mingled juices evaporated in the air, then plunged in to be coated with more of the sticky stuff.

His cock got bigger and bigger.

The knob was flaring out so much that it pressed against both of her cheeks at the same time.

Her lips were turning damned near inside out as he withdrew, dragging them out with him.

Clinging to her shoulders, he humped furiously, his haunches driving in with low, underslung strokes, his spine twisting into an S-shape as his loins coiled in. His whole shaggy body was vibrating. But he was not ready to come yet.

Molly was glad that she had already milked his prick with her fist, so that, with the initial pressure released from his balls, the Doberman was going to last a long time, a long and wonderful time. She just adored having the dumb brute fuck her in the mouth.

"Ummm… ummm… ummm," she purred, pulling on his sweet dog meat as his pre-cum seeped into her mouth and ran down her throat.

Getting fucked in the mouth was almost as nice as getting fucked in the cunt, thought Molly.

She now wished she had a cuntful, too.

But that wasn't possible, not until her husband came home. Molly was not the sort of girl who would ever fuck a dog.

But her ass was wagging around just like a bitch in heat, and her pussy was creaming for stiff prick… and how was the poor, dumb boxer supposed to know that Molly did not fuck dogs?

The boxer had been a keen observer, watching his canine comrade fucking the woman's head, treating her mouth like a cunt… and leaving a perfectly good cunt unoccupied. He began to move towards them, his prick swaying and throbbing.

Molly's elbows were on the floor, her chin was in her hands and her ass was hiked up at the highest point of her kneeling body. Her legs were parted and, from behind, her pussy was readily accessible. The creamy fluids of her arousal poured down her thighs and her crotch was lathered with the stuff. The boxer watched her lips pull on the Doberman's thundering cock. The two dogs exchanged a glance. Then the boxer moved up be hind Molly, pushed his big, blunt snout into her fuckslit and began to lap her cunt eagerly.

Molly gave a little cry, the sound muffled on the meaty mouthful of the Doberman's prick.

The boxer's hot tongue slurped up her open pussy crack.

It felt wonderful, and Molly saw no reason why she should stop the brute. After all, she had given him some head, and it was fair that he return the favor.

She knew that she would be able to come on that hot tongue.

It felt better than any cuntlapping the blonde had ever received from her husband, she thought, as that long, rasping, nimble tongue slipped moistly up her fuckslot. But cuntlapping, to the dog, was only a preliminary.

The taste and scent of Molly's pussy were driving the big, powerful brute to a sexual frenzy.

Then he mounted her.

When Molly felt the beast's forelegs wrapping firmly around her hips and his belly jamming to her haunches, she realized her mistake, realized that she had been in a position that could hardly help but tempt a dog to mount her.

She had to stop him before he slipped his cockmeat into her.

Sucking dog prick was one thing, but she was still resolved never to get fucked by an animal.

He humped.

But he couldn't find her cunthole. Her crotch was angled differently from a bitch's, and the boxer had no previous experience in putting his prick into a human.

His knob bounced off her ass.

It skimmed up the inside of her thigh.

It wedged into her taut asscrack.

Seeing that the brute could not get it up her cunt, Molly saw no reason why she had to push him away. It did no harm to let him hump her asscrack, as long as he didn't get his cock in her cunt. And it would feel nice to have his cum squirt on to her ass, she thought. Still merrily mouthing the Doberman's prick, she squirmed and wriggled her ass around under the mounted boxer.

Suddenly, he got the angle right.

The head of his cock slid into her cunt.

Molly gasped and reached back between her legs, grasping the boxer by the balls, so that he could not drive his fuckshaft up her. Only the tip was lodged in her cunthole. She wouldn't let him go any deeper. On the other hand, it felt so lovely to have that swollen hunk of dog meat stuck in her pussy that she was not inclined to pull him back out, either. She just held him steady, feeling the tip of his hot prick pulse and ripple in her sucking cuntlips. As his cockhead expanded, it brushed against the throbbing button of her clit, causing Molly to give a little moan. She was still getting fucked in the mouth; she moaned on that sliding cockmeat.

The boxer was desperate.

With cunt so near, yet so far, with his knob imbedded, but his prickshaft restrained, he was going wild. He whimpered and whined in despair, the sound of his terrible frustration a pitiable thing.

Molly felt sorry for the boxer.

He needed it so badly.

His prick was pounding with need. And her cunt needed it, too! That shallow penetration, that lovely rubbing against her clit was making the horny woman as hot and desperate as the dog. Her pussy felt like a vacuum that was yearning to be filled.

She slackened her grip on his balls.

Another inch of dog cock slid into her.

That was all Molly would allow! She simply must not let the dog shove his cock up her! No matter how much he wanted it, no matter how much she wanted it herself, she must not do it!

Then the Doberman shot in her mouth.

Yelping with joy, the black brute slammed into her mouth with a deep thrust, and Molly felt his jism hose her throat. She gulped the hot, thick juice down. He squirted her with another sweet dose. Drinking the dog's cum, Molly lost all restraint and all resolve. It always made her hot to drink cum, to know that a man… or a dog… had spilled his jism into her mouth and now, with a cockhead surging at the entrance to her pussy, she was an inferno of lust.

Her hand slowly opened, releasing the boxer's balls.

The big dog braced his hindlegs and his haunches stiffened, then he slammed in to the hilt.

Molly had her first cuntful of dog prick!

She was still swallowing cum, moaning with the joy of that and gasping with the pleasure of having her cunt stuffed to the very brim with a fat, hammering cock.