Carlotta Graham - The animal urge

"Well, now, look at you… you don't think it's so awful now, do you, honey?" Jack gasped as he raised his shaggy head from the ground to watch her soft wet mouth clasped greedily around his huge throbbing prick fucking lewdly upward into her lovely, penis-filled face. His pubic hair was saturated with the juices dribbling from the edges of her warmly-milking mouth and her entire body was in fierce and total motion. The thin tensile rim of her lips clung to his stiffened rod of flesh as though held there by some unseen force as her now passion-contorted face licked and sucked hungrily. Even the caretaker himself was surprised by the increasing wantonness of her demonical attack. She was sucking at his swelling member like a starving whore and the thick pummeling instrument seemed to disappear completely into her face as he rammed upward, trying to bury it all the way in her throat. He felt her soft warm hand reaching again under his cock to cup and squeeze his balls, pulling on them lightly as her head was driven obscenely upward with each lunge he made into her.

Diane had begun to pray inwardly… pray to some pagan God that the magnificent animal-lover behind her would lick her to completion. She was aflame with the fires of lewd passion that were about to consume her and she prayed that the huge hairy beast would satisfy her as he almost had before. All reason had left her and she thought of herself as nothing more than a mass of sensitive flesh, created for this lust-maddened moment. Behind her she could feel Wolf's tongue snaking deep into her torturously flaring cunt then slithering out to lave at the erectly tingling bud of her clitoris. She felt that she was going mad… but, oh God, what an exquisite insanity! She was changing, beginning to want the grey-haired man to cum in her mouth, to spurt his white thick sperm far up into her suddenly uncontrollably-hungering throat. Already she was wild with anticipation, groaning out her submission to the lewd desires racing through her doubly ravished body.

"Tighten your lips harder around my cock, you cocksucking little bitch!" he snarled at the slaving girl, his voice harsh and dry with passion.

Diane followed his bidding unthinkingly, at the same moment feeling herself tighten all over with the heat of increasing excitement rising throughout her sex-possessed body.

Suddenly his moment arrived like a surprise hurricane.

The middle-aged caretaker jerked suddenly as though lashed with exquisite pain and jammed his wiry hips up tightly into her face, sinking the whole fantastic length of his long hard cock deeply into her wide-stretched throat. She could not breathe, could not care, as the incredible prick erupted hotly into the warm soft interior of her silky sucking mouth, and vile oaths of passion spewed from his gasping lips. His hot thick sperm squirted into her distended throat like a rush of raging lava through a storm-drain and she sucked and swallowed wildly, her smooth cheeks inflating and deflating from the pressure of the man's hotly bursting dam of cum. It lasted forever, it seemed, her throat barely able to accept the torrents of warmly-cascading liquid. She swallowed faster to keep from choking as he grunted out his last spurts in final fulfillment, the monstrous prick slowly deflating inside her wide-stretched mouth. She kept on sucking, milking every last drop of his warm white cum from his deflating cock while behind her the great German Shepherd continued to lap hungrily at her upturned young cunt with his wildly-licking tongue.

Now, at last, her senses were completely conquered, no longer her own, and she clung to their neighbor's caretaker's rhythmically-jerking hips as her own reeling orgasm stiffened her body, flooding out in wet sensual waves of cum around the thick wet dog tongue buried deep in her hotly-quivering cunt. The scalding fluids ran out of her in hot streams, making her pink cunt-lips glisten as it ran down the insides of her soft trembling thighs. It was indescribably satisfying and the whole of her back-thrust loins felt wet and ravished beyond words. She was actually crying tears of ecstasy, the shiny drops pouring from her blue eyes and down her cock-impaled face like liquid jewels. After the man had shot the last of his sticky hot sperm into her mouth, she released the caretaker's softening cock, its thick length slipping from her widely-pursed lips with a slight pop. She fell forward then across his exhausted body, her own strength sapped as never before.

"Did you say your hubby'd never forgive you?" the older man gasped after a few minutes of silence as they both fought to catch their breath.

Oh, God, he's going to start it again, Diane thought despairingly. She did not even answer but merely rolled her naked young body over on her back on the dank ground with her arms and legs obscenely spread, not caring. She could feel the caretaker's lewd wet sperm drying on her chin where some of it had spilled from the corners of her bruised mouth. She could also sense the wetness of her own cum juices still flowing out of her dog-lapped vagina, running down the sensitive insides of her loins like tickling trails of warmth.

She had not even noticed when Wolf's saliva-drenched tongue had pulled away from her orgasm-flooded backside and was unaware that he had moved off to the end of his leash to curl up at the foot of the sapling, sound asleep. At this point, she could not move or even care about covering her shameful nakedness.

The combination of satiation and humiliation was more than the young wife could cope with just now. God, she was a worse whore than she had thought! Not only had her willing body reacted to the perverse act of sucking this man, Jack Green, a lowly caretaker's cock, but she had also gone wild with the slurping wetness of the dog's ravishing tongue on her genitals again. It seemed useless to fight anymore, to even try to think of herself as anything but a cheap wanton tramp… not at all a loving wife who deserved any consideration or affection from her husband. In the span of three short days, she had been brutally raped, forced to suck a strange man's cock, and had shamelessly allowed to be overwhelmed by the indecent slavering of a dumb animal's hot tongue in her pussy. No, it was pointless even to pretend to be angry and indignant now, for she realized that her own primitive desires had helped, if not actually caused, everything that had happened.

"I take it that you're pretty much in love with your husband, aren't you?" Jack said in a strangely perceptive way, as though he could read into her befuddled thoughts. "You've had a good time, all right, but you've been fighting me right down the line. I've got to respect you for that, anyway, and I don't mind admitting that you're one of the hottest little bitches I've ever worked over."

"Yes, I do love my husband… very much," Diane assured him in an impassive tone of voice. She had no energy left to combat what she supposed was only the beginning of another of the older man's tormenting games. If what he wanted was to fuck her again, to use her already defiled body to satisfy himself, it could hardly matter now. She had nothing left to lose – her honor was forever stained by the lewdness of what she had submitted to and no amount of repentance could clear her conscience now.

"Christ, that's too bad, baby, because you're one hell of a lay and I wouldn't mind straightening myself out a little just to settle down with you," the ill-kempt older man said softly, almost regretfully. She watched silently, blindly, as he stepped over to where his trousers lay and bent over to pick them up. A moment later, when he was fully dressed again and had zipped up the front of his pants with an almost tragic slowness, he gave her a gallant little nod and swooped down with his right hand to pick up the two rabbits he had dropped earlier. After walking a short way along the trail, he paused as though in thought and turned to face her again.