Walter Collins - Juicy young piece

It felt like he'd jammed his entire leg inside my cunt as he swelled and trembled, ready to fill me for a second time. I tensed and waited as I hovered on the brink of my own release. In one last, glorious roar he drove down. He filled my pussy with jism again and I soared. I bit my lips from the intense joy that filled me. I lay securely beneath him and let the pleasure-pain of our sex die slowly and happily. I felt like a complete woman-a satisfied woman.

We lay coupled together at the crotch and bathed in sweat, for a long time before he rolled off. "Suck me," he ordered. I twisted around without question and took his limp, wet, prick in my mouth. My tongue began to clean his cum and my cuntjuice from it. My pussy was draining. Mark moved me into a position where he could catch the mess in his hand. When he'd got the most of it, he took his cock from my mouth and made me clean his palm. I licked it clean.

Mark reached for his pants and a joint. He handed me a cigarette, and we got high together, before falling to sleep. I guess I could excuse the way I acted by saying that I wasn't given time to think. It was true. But I should have known better. I shouldn't have let it happen. I'd only been away from home for two days and already I'd done things which shut me completely away from the past. I couldn't go back now-even if I wanted. As I lay naked, in Mark's arms, warm and secure, getting high, it didn't bother me. In my fogged condition I thought I was finding out what life was all about. I thought I was growing up.

Two days of routine passed. Mark spent most of his time away from the ranch. He sold and bought drugs-something I was against but came to accept as a necessity. I got used to being naked. The third morning after my initiation, Trinket skipped in. She was all excited. She'd found out that one of the girls was going to leave that morning. The girl had told her she'd give me her dog, Hitler. So right after breakfast Trinket and I raced over to talk to her. Yes, she was leaving and I could have her dog. Trinket and I were delighted.

As soon as we finished our chores, we took the dog and climbed the winding paths to our favorite hiding spot on a hill overlooking the ranch. Trinket pulled out the blanket we'd stashed there and spread it between the rocks so we could sit down.

Hitler was a handsome German shepherd. He was a mixture of brown and black, kinda salt and pepper. He had a very intelligent-looking face and warm brown eyes. We hit it off immediately. I started by rubbing his ears and scratching his neck while he licked my hand and wagged his tail.

Trinket and I played with the big dog for almost a half hour. Then Trinket got a wicked gleam in her eye and ran her hand along the sitting dog's belly. Hitler flicked his tail happily. As we talked, Trinket moved her hand lower and lower until her fingers rested on his big cock. I hadn't been paying much attention to what she was doing and didn't notice anything unusual until the dog rolled onto his back so she could get a better grip on it. "Trinket!" I gasped, staring at the big dog's hard-on. "Look how big it is!" Trinket exclaimed as she stroked the sides of the dog's cock. "Trinket-you shouldn't!" I said. "Didn't you like it when the dogs did you?" "Yeah-but…" "Well then? Here-give me your hand." Reluctantly I held out my hand and let her take me by the wrist. Hitler's cock felt nice. It was smooth and slick. Memories of the chicken coop and how wild it had been flooded through my mind. "Why don't you see if he'll lick your pussy?" Trinket giggled. "Mary Ann said she'd trained him to do all sorts of things."

I didn't think it was a good idea and refused at first. Trinket kept badgering me until I finally gave in and knelt with my furry cunt over his snout. Mary Ann, the girl who'd given him to me, was right. He was trained. Well trained! The dog's nose touched my warm cuntlips and snorted. His tongue flicked out an inch and touched my clit. I gasped. From then on, it got better and better. Trinket rubbed the dog's tummy and teased his cock enough to keep him worked up while I knelt there trembling to his touch. The strength of his big tongue was unbelievable. He would start at the base of my ass, and with one broad swipe of his tongue, touch every part of my pussy, from the pisshole to the top of my clit. The dog's tongue stroked my cunt from the bottom to the clit, wetting and teasing my cuntlips. It was impossible to keep my pelvis still.

Hitler's tongue bore into my hole when I spread my hairy split. I whistled and moaned, barely able to believe that a tongue could do that to me. I reached up and pulled my cuntlips apart so he could draw his tongue over my piss-hole and tickle my clit. The dog was something else. I was on the verge of losing control before he touched my clit. When he did that, I became his slave.

Trinket unbuttoned her jeans and worked her hands in her crotch as she watched the effect the animal was having on me. The walls of my cunt let the love oil ooze from the tiny pores and trickle from the opening between my legs. I was hot. Oh God, was I hot! The dog's prick was bouncing. Trinket giggled with delight.

My loins were on fire. It felt like someone had shoved a bunch of hot coals up my snatch and they were burning deep in my belly. My ass was trembling. My stomach was boiling. My thighs were rippling. I kept moving my hips back and forth like I was fucking a human cock. "Feels good-doesn't it?" Trinket giggled. "Umm-it sure does!" I sighed happily.

Pressing the little hill just above my clit, I forced the hood back enough that the little bump was completely exposed to the dog's hot, wet tongue. "Oh-oooh my God!" I whimpered as he found it. I thought I would faint or piss all over him as he began to lick it hungrily. Each caress became stronger and stronger, making me wiggle and squirm uncontrollably. His lower jaw touched the opening of my heated pussy. I felt his chin whiskers rubbing the super-sensitive flesh and the dog's teeth poking against the upper wall of my cunt. I yearned to force my pussy down onto the jaw but knew I'd hurt him or get bit.

It felt so good that I lost all control of myself. Scooting off the dog's face, I barely made it to the edge of the blanket before I started to piss. I kept my legs spread as the stream of piss shot into the dirt. I couldn't help myself. The piss hit the dry dust and spattered mud on my thighs. It mixed with the streams of cuntjuice that had already run from my pussy. The final few squirts trickled over my fingers and down my legs instead of shooting out away from my body. When the last of it ran down my leg, I scurried back to the dog again and let him wash my cunt clean. The break had cooled me a little, but it only took seconds for the brute to work me back to a pitched frenzy.

Trinket's eyes glazed. I watched as she squirmed restlessly from the action of her hand inside the crotch of her pants. When she let go of Hitler's dick, I reached down and took over. Wrapping my fingers around his ugly, red joint, I used my other hand to work on his balls. He was really nervous at first, but settled down when he discovered that I wasn't going to hurt him. The dog acted almost human and nervously writhed to my touch. His cock throbbed and trembled against my fingers.

Unable to stand it any longer, I got off the dog's face and threw myself across the blanket next to him. He struggled to his feet and came up beside me. Wiggling his entire rear end, he affectionately licked my face. I pushed his nose down so he could do it to my tits instead. He was eager to jab his prick between my legs and was getting impatient. His tongue trailed across the side of my tit, making it tremble and boil in need. I ran my hand down between his legs and started drawing my fingers back and forth along his trembling canine cock.