Horst Kepple - Dog Lover_s Diary

She just smiled and, like it was the most natural thing in the world, reached up and squeezed my tits. Let me tell you, I nearly came right then. She knew just how hard to squash them. Then she leaned up close, making her tits brush mine and kissed me on the mouth. Our tongues touched and waves of delight rushed to my clit. Her hands slid down over my blouse, undoing the buttons, peeling it off my shoulders. Then ms bra fluttered to the rug and her nails were scratching at my nipples, raising them expertly.

I slid my hands around her plump buns, digging the firm curvature, then down lower, in between them. My fingers met super-sopping cunt-strap.

She was hot-to-trot!

Even as I shoved the sloppy band aside and traced slow circles around the juicy folds of her fuck mouth, she was removing my skirt. Then rolling my panties down over my thighs. She cupped my downy mound in her hand and we hugged each other, sucking tongues, mashing our tits together. For a hot and delicious eternity we clung on each other, feeling pussy. When Jane finally pushed back, her face was all rosy at the cheeks and my fingers were slick with her juice.

"Ooooh, baby," she cooed, making her nipples graze mine, sending the fire engines roaring down to my clit. "I always figured you were hiding something under that calm exterior. Still waters run deep. Huh?"

By way of answer, I gave her buns a squeeze.

"Oooh-yes!" she cried, lowering her head to lick at my tits.

But something else was licking me, too. Right where my fingertips were grinding into her slick slot. Then Jane felt it, too, and looked around.

"Hey, Buckwheat! Ooh, such a good doggy. Did Mommy forget you?" she said in the mushy mouth tones of a true dog nut. She looked at me and smiled craftily. "How'd you like some of that animal up your cunt?" She gave my clit a flick.

"Oooooh!" I moaned involuntarily, grinding my muff into her hot little palm. "Yes!"

"I thought so. You look like the kind of a chick who'd get off behind some slimy dog dick," she said. "How 'bout it, Buckwheat? Wanna fuck her?"

The Doberman, trained to the sound of the word, began whining and jumping about nervously, his big, hard cock dribbling into the rug. He started to bark excitedly and the noise interrupted the black-white lesbian action in front of the fireplace.

Merrilee let her face fall from between the slobbery white buns. Her mouth and cheeks were slick with Judy's cunt goo. Her eyes were wide with fear. "Oooh-wee, Jane! I thought you were gonna take him outside.

He doesn't bite, does he?"

Judy, her green eyes shot with red from the stinging spray of cunt nectar, looked up from the ebony snatch and started picking woolly peppercorn pubes from between her teeth. "He's a good doggy," she said grinning at Jane.

Our hostess let go of me and patted her stud on the back. "You shouldn't be afraid of dogs, Merrilee," she chided. "It's like being superstitious …

Merrilee licked her fat lips, propping herself up on a slim elbow. "…

And eating barbecued ribs… shuffling the feet… saying 'Yow-sah!' to every white man you meet," she said, somewhat irritated. "Don't you tell me how to act, Jane Hawser. Don't you dare tell me being afraid of that monster dog of yours makes me a stupid nigger!"

"I didn't say that…" Jane protested.

"Shit if that wasn't what you were getting at!" Merrilee cried. "I can't help it if I don't like dogs. And I sure don't like them the way you do!!!"

"Aw, Merrilee, you just never gave ol' Buckwheat a chance to show what he can do…"

"An' I never will!!!"

This made Jane angry. "You're gonna be a cunt-lapper all your miserable life?!" she demanded. "Is that all the meat you want shoved up your tight little pussy… a lezzie's puny little tongue?!!! Christ, You are a stupid nigger!"

Merrilee let her head fall back to the rug. Her silky-straightened, shoulder-length hair coiled about her brown face. "Yo is da boss, ma'am," she said snottily.

Jane's face purpled with rage. "Hold that black bitch!" she shrieked at Judy.

The red head instantly sat back, pinning Merrilee's head to the carpet with her sloppy cunt. The long black legs flailed on the floor in vain as Judy gleefully ground her buns over the captive girl's face. "Ooh! Do I ever have her!" she cried.

"Come, Buckwheat!" Jane ordered. The black dog sprang to obey her, following at precisely the correct "Heel" distance, nose an inch behind her left hand.

Jane leaned down to speak to the frantic Negress, while I circled around the front to get a peek at her flopping butt, the wide open, deep red gash of her cunt, the kinky nest of her pubes above the fiery folds.

"You're afraid of everything, Merrilee," Jane said. "Afraid to be black. afraid to be white. Afraid to date white boys or black boys. Afraid to do anything but nibble on a little clit. Nice, safe pussy sucking, right?" She didn't wait for an answer, not that she could've understood one from under the dewy folds of Judy's pussy. "Well, you're gonna break out of your shell, darlin', and you're gonna do it tonight."

Jane reached out and stroked the angry morass of puckering sex below the Brillo pad. Merrilee stiffened at the feel of fingers on her pussy. "You got so much to give, if you'd just let yourself go…" Jane said.

The pert blonde paused to sniff the fingertips that'd massaged the black girl's snatch. Her nose wrinkled up and her eyes twinkled. She held the stinky fingers up for me to smell. My first whiff of black pussy! Ooh!

It was dank and murky stuff, foxy and funky with a tinge of butt, but mostly it was raw musk. It singed the inside of my nose and made my mouth fill with slobber. I started to go down on my knees between the slim thighs. I wanted that funky stuff all over my face. I wanted to bathe in it.

Jane stopped me with a hand on my bare shoulder. She shook her head.

Though my lips ached to feel that Brillo pad I stopped. It was her house. Her party.

She saw the disappointment in my eyes and said, "Why don't you see how Buckwheat takes to a whiff of this?" She waved her shining fingers in the air.

I just looked at her stupidly.

"Go ahead, watch his cock," she said, making the dog sit.

I knelt down on the rug; my eyes glued to the heavy pod swinging under Buckwheat's muscular belly. There was a gob of creamy stuff clinging to the dense fur around the pod's tip. I moved in closer, his doggy scent filling my nostrils, making my already aroused pussy quiver in anticipation. Behind the long sheath hung a pair of huge, black balls.

They hung in a dully shining sack of glove-soft black leather. I couldn't stop myself from fondling them.

"Hey! Polly! Cut that out!" Jane cried. "This is an experiment. You're gonna interfere with the reliability of our results if you keep that up."

I gave his balls a last, long, loving squeeze. Their heft made my palms ache. More creamy fluid joined the dollop at the pod-tip. My mouth watered.

"Here, boy," Jane said. "Get a whiff of this!" She shoved the stinky fingers in Buckwheat's face. He inhaled noisily and began almost instantly to drool. "How's he doin'?" she cried.

"Uh…" I said. all tongue-tied, "something's happening alright. His cock is so big! SO JUICY!! Wow…"

"Yeah… go on." she ordered.

"Uh.. it kind of goes in and out of the pod, real jerky like. Jesus, it's slimy! It's getting harder and harder. Must be eight inches long and some stuff is oozing out the tip…"

"Go on!" she cried, waving the fingers around under the dog's nose.

"Mmmmphhhl…" I said, trying to talk around a throat full of slippery dog cock. I just couldn't take it any longer. I put my lips to the slick, fat bulb and let it slide into my mouth. The taste of his come, the pre-spurt drizzlies, racked my senses.

"Judy!" Jane yelled. "Look at her suck that dog dick!! God! She's getting every inch of it!"