Bob Wallace - Filmed with dogs

Even with the awesome load, Charlotte never faltered. She swallowed as much as was humanly possible, her cheeks full of doggie cum. It poured down her throat. She took the dog's savage pace, her finger still imbedded in his asshole. Her finger was held deep, crooked, her nail scratching his tight ass wall.

Khan became enraged at not being able to rid the finger in his ass. He yelped, humping her face, his hind legs performing some kind of erotic dance to keep his balance. His ass jerked in an effort to dislodge the annoying finger. His prick plowing her tight throat with a constant deluge of hot molten doggie spume.

Charlotte swooned under the devastating attack. She used her teeth on his plowing prick, driving and urging him to greater feats of speed. She sucked his thick cock and drank his river of cum before it dried up into a last few dying spurts.

She held him, refusing to let him go. She was in shock, her teeth clamped onto his prick. Her body was stunned, cum dribbling from her nose and her lips.

Khan growled his discontent and battled the imprisoning mouth. He sprang forward, landing on the bed, his aching prick finally free from the maniac who had tortured him.

Felicia stared at Charlotte, an expression of disbelief on her face. Charlotte did it on her first try! She saw the cum oozing from the dazed woman and pounced on her, licking her face, sucking her mouth, and drinking the cum that Charlotte, in her lust-dulled state, had forgotten to swallow.

Finished, Felicia sat back on her haunches with a hot, sultry grin on her face.

"How did I do?" Charlotte asked in a daze.

"Fabulous!"

"You think George will like it?"

"He'll cream his pants. Now, you go shower and come down to breakfast."

Charlotte nodded, still overwhelmed. She hauled herself to her feet. She swung her ass on the way to the bathroom as if she were selling it on a street corner.

"You certainly know how to pick them, George," Felicia muttered to herself. The spent Doberman walked slowly by her side as she left. "You certainly have got one fantastic wife!"

Charlotte finished showering and wrapped a towel around her wet, naked body. She fluffed her hair and left for the kitchen, starving for some food. Sucking Khan had given her a ravenous appetite.

"You look delicious in that towel," Felicia said, looking up as Charlotte padded into the kitchen. "Doesn't she, Craig?"

Craig's smile widened. "Fantastic!" He set his coffee down to admire her.

Charlotte basked in their compliments. She felt wonderful, excitement coursed through her veins. She felt their eyes on every move she made as she fixed herself some toast. She dropped into a chair, taking her first bite of the hot buttered toast.

"God, I'm hungry."

"You shouldn't be with all that cum you drank this morning." Felicia turned to Craig. "You should have seen her, up in the bedroom, turning Khan into a puppy with her mouth. I thought she was going to bite his damn prick off."

Craig leered across the table at their guest. "I remember her mouth on my prick. She's as good as you, Felicia."

Their conversation swelled Charlotte's ego. "Maybe I'll suck you off again today, Craig," she said to him, holding his eyes with her own.

"I'll be looking forward to it." He stood up and kissed his sister, then walked over to Charlotte. He whisked off the towel she wore with one quick yank and grinned. "You look better this way." He squeezed one of her firm, pliant tits and planted a kiss on her cheek. "Keep it hot and wet. I'll be back in a few minutes. I need a shower."

After Craig left, Charlotte looked to Felicia. "I don't believe how relaxed I am. Christ, last week, I was a… now look at me." She shook her head, the random half-thoughts conveying their meaning clearly to Felicia.

Felicia nodded. "George is going to love the new you." She wriggled out of her robe and stood up. "If you're gonna be naked, there's no reason for me to wear anything." She rubbed her tits. "C'mon into the other room."

Charlotte followed the tall, exquisitely built blonde. She anticipated something exciting. "Do you have something planned?" she asked Felicia.

"I do, yes." Felicia dropped to the couch and spread her legs, Khan going between them and dining on the oozing lips of his mistress' pussymeat. "You ready to fuck this horny devil?"

Charlotte's legs buckled as she stumbled to a chair. "Ohhhh, Felicia, isn't sucking him enough for one day?" She was trembling. "I still haven't gotten over taking his prick in my mouth."

Felicia laughed, parting the lips of her cunt as Khan slipped his tongue deep inside. "Ooooo, Christ!" She squirmed on the couch, her cunt muscles milking his tongue as it invaded her pussy. "Don't be a shit."

Craig came into the room, his groin tightening into a ball as he saw his sister's legs spread wide and Khan feasting on her blonde cunt. He walked over to Charlotte, his gargantuan prick pressing against the towel that was wrapped around his waist.

"You can pull my towel off me," he laughed to Charlotte.

Charlotte tore her eyes away from Felicia's pussy and the hungry dog's snout and gazed at the tent Craig's cock formed in the towel. She giggled and grabbed his prick.

"You're as bad as the damn dog, always hard and horny!"

"Why don't you do something about it?" Craig moaned as her hand mauled his prick.

She yanked the towel away, caressing his long thick prick as it jutted out like a thick spear. "You're so damn big, Craig." She drooled at his giant, veiny shaft. "My pussy is still sore from last night."

Craig tossed his head back and roared with laughter. He grabbed her slim waist with one of his bear-like hands and pulled her small, almost childlike, body up.

He was taller than his sister and Charlotte's head came only to his nipples. He put his hands under her arms and lifted her up as if she were weightless. He plastered his mouth on hers, plunging his tongue beyond her lips into her throat.

Charlotte melted against his huge towering frame, locking her legs around his hips. She sucked greedily on his invading tongue, her arms wrapping around his neck. "Ohhh, Christ, Craig, you're so damned strong." She wriggled against his massive body, her tits scraping into the coarse hair of his chest.

His hands dropped to her ass, cupping each rounded cheek. "You're a sexy little piece, Lotty. George is very lucky to have you."

She toyed with his mouth, licking her tongue across his face, biting impishly on his lips with her teeth. "He's a lot luckier now, than before I came here." She wriggled her ass. "I feel your cock, Craig."

"Slip it in," he groaned, holding her in his powerful grip.

Charlotte tossed her full head of dark-red hair back, the soft strands swishing across her bare shoulders. She looked over at Felicia and Khan. "Should I?" she asked her.

Felicia looked up, a dazed, tormented expression on her face. Khan's tongue was turning her blood to boiling steam. She nodded. "Fuck him blind." She lashed her pussy at her pet's snout. "Make him cry uncle." She spread her swollen pussy lips to accommodate Khan's muzzle jamming all the way into her pussy. She screamed, trembling in spasms.

Charlotte bit her lip and wiggled down, taking the bloated head of Craig's cock between the velvety folds of her cuntlips. "Unnn, you're stretching me." She leaned back, confident of his strength. Her tits ached, the nipples were sore. She scratched her nails along his wide chest, leaving thin red lines in their wake. "You want it all in me?"

Craig leered at the sex kitten squirming in his arms. "You keep scratching and I'll drop you."

"If you do, you won't get fucked," Charlotte giggled, her ass squirming, her body begging to be filled with his bloated prick. She twisted her hips, taking more of his thick cock into her pussy. She latched her arms around his neck again. "I'll hold, you play with my tits." She was the complete female animal, no more hangups or shyness. She was totally at ease. "Squeeze them."