Bob Wallace: Her four legged lovers

Tammy, in her innocence, never expected the torrential flood of jism that blasted from his cock. She pulled on his cock shaft with her hands in short quick jerks and tensed, waiting fearfully for his cum, frightened, yet erotically aroused.

"Aghhhhh!" Bill hollered as his prick exploded. A thick jet stream of hot white cum splattered the back of her throat and gushed down her gullet in thick great gobs.

Tammy gagged, gulping down the fiery liquid in a desperate effort not to drown in it as he continued to pound her face with his exploding prick. Her hands involuntarily squeezed his spurting prick, jerking the flesh over the exploding muscle. His gooey cum gushed from her clinging lips and down over her jerking hands that wraped around his cock.

The prick swelled enormously in her mouth as wad after wad of his hot cream splashed against the back of her throat. She kept her eyes closed, concentrating on the exploding prick. She sucked on it, swallowing as much as she could, the rest filling her mouth and oozing out from her clinging lips.

Her small hands flashed over his pulsing cock, cum dripping from her mouth and onto his slapping balls. His loud animal groans made her body tremble and she wondered how long it would last. If he didn't stop soon, she would surely drown.

Squirming and twisting on the chair, Bill lashed at Tammy's gulping mouth as he emptied his sticky load. His balls swelled and exploded again, a thick wad hitting the back of her throat and dripping down her gullet. "Unnnnn," he groaned, convulsing from Tammy's fabulous blow-job. He twitched for a second, then dropped back on the chair, his chest heaving while catching his breath.

Tammy came off his cock and looked up at him, her eyes bright with desire. Her body ached for some kind of release from the passion that was raging like a furnace in her pussy. She looked desperately at him, wanting him to put out the fire, but afraid to ask.

She wiped the cum from her face, swallowing the last few drops that were still clinging to her mouth.

"Did I do good?" she asked, hoping he wouldn't change his mind about her visiting him and his dogs.

"You did terrific, Tammy," he moaned, rubbing his wet limp prick. "Maybe next time you might want to let me stick my cock in your pussy. That way, you can cum with me."

"Oh, noooh," she sighed, her voice filled with fright. "It hurts. My friends told me."

"Did they also tell you how good it feels?" he asked, still ogling her fully developed body for only a child.

"No," she answered. "They never said that."

"When you get yourself to cum with your fingers," Bill asked, "do you like that?"

"Yes," she said, blushing. Everytime she did it, she wished it was a dog's tongue instead of her fingers. She kept that part to herself. There was no reason to tell him everything.

"Fucking is a whole lot more fun and it feels a hundred times better."

She looked at him skeptically, but didn't tell him she didn't believe him. She didn't want to upset him and not get to see his dogs. "When can I come to your place and see the dogs?" she asked, changing the subject.

"How about Saturday morning? You can spend the whole day with them." He brushed her cheek with a finger. "I'll pick you up in front of the library and you can tell your mother you'll be gone for the day."

She nodded eagerly. "How early do you want me to be ready?" she asked exuberantly.

"How about nine-thirty?"

"Great!" She stood up, forgetting all about her nudity, her heavy tits bouncing as she retrieved her clothes.

Bill ogled her beautiful fully proportioned figure and watched her dress, a knowing smile on his handsome face. Sometime Saturday, this beautiful child was going to lose her cherry to him. He was sure about that.

"I'd better go," she said. "Mom will be wondering where I am, since the library closed an hour ago."

Bill remained seated in the chair. "Remember Saturday."

"I won't forget," she said. She looked at his cock one last time, wondering if what he said was true about how good it felt inside your body. He must be lying just to fuck me. Otherwise, Katy would have fucked guys instead of letting dogs lick her pussy. Anyway, the girls she knew at school who fucked, only did it to keep their boyfriends. "Bye!" she said happily, her heart pounding with excitement as she waved good-by and left.

Tammy stood impatiently on the corner, glancing at the clock across the street in front of the drug store. It was almost nine-forty-five and Bill Anderson wasn't there. She was horrified he wouldn't show and that all he had really wanted was that blow-job. She frowned, wishing she had let him fuck her. He might have remembered their date. She paced in front of the library, figuring he was mad because she refused him and now he wasn't going to show up.

"Damn!" she muttered under her breath, hurrying up the stairs to the library, deciding he might be inside working.

She came back outside, feeling worse than she had felt before. She was positive he wasn't going to show now. They had told her he called in sick. He didn't even want to face her. She sniffed back a tear, knowing she would never be able to go back to the library with him working there. Rejected, she trod heavily down the stairs and turned up the street toward home.

She reached the corner and heard a horn toot. She looked up. It was Bill Anderson and he was waving to her! He didn't forget! She rushed across the street, oblivious to the traffic, and climbed in the car, a happy smile on her beautiful face.

"Sorry I'm late," Bill apologized as he quickly pulled away, not wanting anyone to see him with such a young girl. "I got held up at the house for awhile."

"Ohhh, it's okay," she gasped, delighted, her heart pounding. "I was so afraid you changed your mind."

"I'd never change my mind about you," he said. "I've been thinking about you ever since you sucked me off in the office Thursday night."

Tammy blushed. She had thought about that night too. Her dreams were filled with the memories of his cock and his hot cum squirting in her mouth. Her dreams were filled with images of dogs, too. She hardly slept a wink or did any schoolwork thinking about what she'd do once she got to Mr. Anderson's house. She had waited all day yesterday for today to begin.

She turned her head, spotting a huge dog lying on the back seat of the car. "Ohhhh, Mr. Anderson. He's beautiful!"

"I brought Laddie to meet you," he said, heading out of town for his small place in the country.

"Ohhh, thank you," she cooed, stretching over the seat to pet the huge gorgeous collie. "He's so furry and pretty!" The juices in her pussy began to flow and she sighed soft little purrs as she stroked the collie's sable and white coat. She scratched the tip of his nose and the dog opened his eyes, his pink tongue flashed out and swept across her hand.

"Ooooo," she crooned, her imagination running rampant as she imagined the dog licking her pussy with his pink tongue, the same way she had seen her older sister get licked by her friend's German shepherd.

Bill swallowed hard as he glanced occasionally from the corner of his eye to leer at the exuberant horny teenager. His cock had ached all morning and everytime he thought about sticking his prick in her virgin cunt he groaned.

Tammy felt terrific and she snuggled close to Bill, her thigh pressed against his leg while he drove. She had tried going out of the house without a bra, but her mother, always watchful, caught her and sent her back to her room, and almost refused to let her out. It had taken some fast talking before her mother changed her mind. She rubbed her tit against his arm, wishing she didn't have a bra on and was naked. She blushed at her own boldness, shocked at her dirty thoughts.