Bob Wallace: Daughter_s pony urge

Laddie, aroused and not to be let down this time, humped furiously. His tail thumped on the bed. His rump jabbed the mattress, slamming into the teenager's fist. He jabbed with all his might. His cock kept growing, thickening, hardening. He rolled onto his back, then onto his side, his rump jamming forward.

"He's crazy! He's gonna come, Tracy! His cock… it's gigantic!" Christine quickened her jerking pace. "Ohhhh, Tracy, he's going to blast… I know it!" In exuberance, she dropped the phone.

Tracy held the receiver tightly, whishing it were a dog's cock she was holding. She heard her friend faintly; her squeals and words sounded like they were coming from a distance. "Dammit! She dropped the fucking phone."

Tracy strained to listen, hearing faint whimpering sounds from the excited dog. She heard Christine talking to him. She sighed, hopping to hear everything her friend said.

Laddie's balls began to rumble. His prick was fully extended from its protective sheath. He jabbed furiously through the tight fist that held his prick captive. He whined and yelped, his orgasm seconds away.

Christine's eyes popped wide open. The dog's cock was bigger than anything she had ever imagined. "Tracy! It's a fucking pole!"

She screamed each word, knowing she had dropped the phone and that Tracy was listening intently. She didn't want to let go of Laddie's cock for a second. She squeezed the base of his prick and tightened her grip. Her fingers slid easily up and down his slick cockshaft.

Laddie howled, his orgasm grabbing him in the balls. The depths of his hairy, cum-filled ball churned. His body jerked. Great stringy gobs of doggie jizz blasted from his cock tip.

"He's coming!" Christine shouted. "Goddamn, Tracy, he's coming!" She shivered, watching the doggie spume spray out of his cock. The first stream of hot doggie go splattered her naked body. The white droplets felt hot on her skin. Tiny frantic orgasms attacked her cunt from the erotic ordeal. Her hand shifted into a faster gear, flying up and down on the dog exploding prickshaft.

Tracy heard Christine's squealing cries. She pulled frantically on her clit, soaking her fingers in pussy juice. Her swirling mind was caught up in the whirlwind passion of the moment. She sucked her juice-coated fingers, savoring the taste of her cunt. Her lust crazed mind pretended it was the dog's cum.

Christine watched the golden retriever shudder in bliss. She watched in utter fascination. Hot wads of cum sprayed from the dog's piss-slot, spattering her tits and belly with globs of gooey white jizz.

"He's still coming!" Christine shouted. "He's squirting cum all over me. Tracy, can you hear me? I'm getting cum all over meeee!"

Laddie's eyes, glazed with passion, turned up in their sockets. The whites of his eyes were laced with red, giving him a bizarre appearance. He jabbed his cock through her jerking fist, his lips drawn tight over his fangs. His tail had stopped wagging, curled now between his hind legs.

Laddie raised his head once in the throes of orgasm, but then lowered it to the bed. He whined and shook, his prick still in Christine's clutches.

Christine's arm became tired. It began to ache. The dog was still cuming. Rivers of white jizz spouted from his prick. She didn't believe it; the dog wouldn't stop creaming. He was climaxing in an endless fury.

"Oh, he's soaking me!" She jerked him hard and fast.

Laddie yelped and lunged at her whipping fist having come to the end of his climax. His yelps turned to shrill barks. He was done. His balls were mere empty shells; his cock, a hollow tunnel.

Although Christine's arm pained her, she continued to jerk the shrinking meat of Laddie's spent cock. She refused to let him go.

Laddie nudged her hand; then, receiving no response from her, her gently nipped to get her attention. Her fingers still clung to his red cock. He barked, finally getting through to her.

Christine's experience had overwhelmed her. She cried out a startled choke, roused from her dreamy world. She picked up the phone. "Did you hear everything?" she asked Tracy. She felt as if she had climaxed, instead of the dog.

"Jesus, Chrissy. I heard. I heard the dog… you… God, I'm still creaming, myself."

Christine was proud of what she had done. "I'm covered with his cum. It's all over my tits and belly. Gobs and gobs of it!"

"Oh, I wish I were there. Tell me all about it! What's it like?" Tracy's passion was soaring again.

"It's white, thick and sticky, too." Christine ran a finger through a white glob of cum that was dripping from one of her tits. "It's warm." She brought the finger to her nose. "It smells… I don't know like what. I'm rubbing it into my tits now." She giggled devilishly. "Maybe it's good for my complexion."

Laddie staggered to his feet. He came over to Christine and began to lick off the drops of cum from her silky skin.

"He's cleaning me!" Christine squealed happily. She dropped to the bed, giving the dog room to lick. "He's licking his own cum off me, Tracy. God, it's fabulous."

"Oh, shit. Chrissy," Tracy pouted. "If I were there with you. I could lick it off too." She bit her lip.

"You'd lick my tits?" Christine asked.

"Yes," Tracy said. "I'm so hot, I'd lick anything." She took a deep breath. "When the dog was coming, I pretended I was sucking his cock. I got my fingers all wet with cunt juice and sucked them, wishing it were the dog's cum I was tasting."

"God," Christine sighed. "Really? Maybe after the summer, you might still want to lick me?"

"I will, if you want me to," Tracy said, trapped in a web of passion she couldn't break out of. "I'm gonna hand up and get myself off."

"You want me to listen?"

"If you do it, too," Tracy sighed. "Okay?" She rolled over onto her belly, the phone propped at her mouth, the receiver between her ear and the pillow. "I'm ready."

Christine followed suit. They had jacked off many times before over the phone, but never on person. "I'm ready, too."

Fifteen minutes later, the young girls screamed there ecstasy into the phone. After a few minutes, they were reduced to whimpering sighs.

Christine recovered first. "I'm going back to the waterfall with Laddie," the teenager said, after catching her breath. "I'll call you later tonight of tomorrow and tell you everything. I'm gonna swim naked this time. See ya."

"Goodby," Tracy sighed, then dropped the phone back in its cradle.

She climbed unsteadily to her feet and went downstairs for lunch after dressing. Her head was in the clouds, her cheeks flushed, her eyes bright as she entered the kitchen, her mind conjuring up images of Laddie's cock.

Tracy's mother gave her daughter a second glance. "You all [missing text]."

Christine was wearing the blue terry bikini that matched her eyes. On her way downstairs, she grabbed a dry pair of jeans. She figured she had better wear them on her way over to the waterfall.

On the back pouch, after stretching her lithe body and pretending someone was watching, she slipped on her jeans and sneakers.

Her tits bounced in the skimpy top as she ran through the woods. Laddie, sated and happy, romped with her, barking and wagging his tail in gratitude.

She plopped on the ground, out of breath. She looked around the deep rippling pool that spilled out from the waterfall beyond. It looked so inviting.

She tore off her jeans and stood up, modeling for an imaginary boy. Her mind's eye conjured up Kenny Wilson. "You should be here, Kenny," she giggled. "We could swim in the was… I'd play with your cock, just like I did with Laddie." She bent over and scratched the dog on the head.

Leaving her jeans and sneakers at the foot of a tree, she eased into the cool refreshing water up to her waist, then floated on her back to the deepest part. Her blue eyes sparkled when she saw the rock where Laddie had first licked her tits. She twisted, swimming through the rushing waterfall and over to the flat piece of rock.