Jon Reskind - Doggie farm

In a fleeting glance, Jeff caught sight of Diana's turned face toward him, and realised that she was in the first throes of her climax, with his cock jack hammering into her. He choked out a gasping oath and felt his pumping cock begin to spew its white, hot load deep into her womb in jets of fiery sperm that splashed obscenely around inside her… then Toni raised her head and he saw the full extent of her drug-incited passion… her lust-glazed eyes grew round and wide as she suddenly, as though her open cunt was spread-eagled over a torturing fire, began to moan: "Ohhhhhhhh… ohhhhh… my God… I-I-I'm commmming!"

She wailed until her voice died in a strangled mixture of sob and sigh, her beautiful young head twisting from side to side, her long honey-yellow hair flailing wildly as she began the initial bowel-wrenching spasms of orgasm, screwing her smooth rounded buttocks back hard onto the thickened, driving animal cock with salacious fury.

Oh, it was heaven for all of them, thought Jeff and, looking at his young girl friend scream out her climax, he realised that there would never be jealousy between them… ever. He watched Poker's long saliva dripping tongue hang loosely from the mouth of his great head, panting and dripping wetly onto the satiny tanned flesh of her back while he fucked into her greedily clasping young pussy with feral viciousness. Then, Toni screamed once more, slamming her lushly trembling ass back against the dog-cock with a frantic jerk as simultaneously the beast thrust forward and his massively swollen cock began to squirt its hot, animal sperm deep up into her hungrily devouring belly in long, forcible streams. Again Toni wailed, while her nakedly quivering buttocks began to contract spasmodically and the thick white combination of animal-human come nearly exploded back out from the swollen lips of her teenaged cunt…

When the evening was finally over, and the last of the satisfied guests stomped wearily through the door and waited for the valets to drive their Cadillacs to the front entrance, Toni and Jeff drowsily ascended the steps to their second story bedroom. They wordlessly communicated their love, knowing there was no need for guilt or shame. Love would do.

Toni sat at the patio table in the back yard, overlooking the hillocks of her inherited property, musing over how long ago it seemed since she and Jeff had first spent time at their deceased aunt and uncle's dog breeding farm. And that first party… oh, what giggles that brought back to memory.

Times had changed all fight, in every spectrum of her life. She and Jeff had married the summer following their visit with Uncle Milt and Aunt Claudia… the same summer her dear relatives had been killed in a car crash, leaving the entire property to Toni!

Though they really didn't need the money since Jeff had wisely invested her inheritance in stocks and bonds, they had kept the kennel going, still breeding and training dogs for the same purpose as her uncle's. Now she was the trainer and demonstrator, and every Saturday night the oil burned late at the palatial Baline residence, while their wealthy guests oohed and ahhed over the near-human performance of the dogs.

Life is what you make, thought Toni, taking another sip of her mint julep, watching her virile husband race over the hills with her favourite of the dogs, Poker Junior. With love, nothing else need matter.