Charles Richards - A Kingdom Of Love

Prince was already behind her, anxious to mount himself against the twin pillows of her buttocks. Amanda felt his tough forepaws scratch lightly along her rib cage as he stood up and wrapped his legs about her waist. She could feel his massive silky chest hook its ribs at the top of her round buttocks and the pounding of the animal's giant heart as it thumped behind his hairy chest. His underbelly was cool and trim as he thrust his anxious prick between her legs. She could feel the muscles bunch in the flanks of his legs as the hot pink flesh of his sharply pointed cock rubbed her inner things. She nestled the mounds of her ass a little wider against his slim, powerful hips and was rewarded when she felt his long thin tool slide into place between the lips of her cunt.

Prince felt it, too, and responded with a quick powerful thrust. His pink dick shot into the depths of Amanda's eager pussy and she rocked forward in the swing while her nails clawed her satisfaction about the nipples on her breasts. A sweat of pleasure broke out on the woman's breasts in response to the clawing nails and the crush of her weight.

Amanda felt the dog's cock pierce deeply into her womb. Her orgasm started almost before he had completed his first thrust. It rumbled up the torrid walls of her cunt, and Prince's already fast pace quickened in response.

Amanda's mind tumbled freeform in the sensual ecstasy of the event. She knew she was above any guilt for the bestial act since she had fought that out with herself years before. The dual pleasures of knowing her act was without social sanction and the feelings coming from her own body combined to create an emotional state in Amanda of a heady dimensions. That is to say, her mind dug the fact that she was coupling with a dog as much as her body found erotic bliss in the actual fuck. A balance was achieved of cataclysmic proportions between her mind and body that enabled her imagination to attain the heights of forbidden fruit.

She saw the dog in her mind's eye as the devil and herself as a golden mare out to graze. The pasture's flower tops were at the peak of Spring's bloom and she nibbled them with bliss. The clean, high shine of the sun on her delicate horse face grazed above the flowers fleecing the field. Unbeknownst behind her stalked the black two-legged dog shape of the devil with bright ruby eyes and silver horns. Without making even the noise of a snake slithering through the grass, the devil tiptoed up behind the filly's ass.

The auburn of her swishing tail caught the light as she dusted the flies from her pale bay flank. Red jewels danced up each hair strand of her tail as the devil took her from behind with his cock in his cloven hoof.

Amanda came back from the fantasy just as Prince's seminal fluid seared into the canal of her box. The hot bar of feeling flesh ejaculated in a steady chatter of tempestual thrusts. She nearly succumbed with the feeling of pleasure as her hips heaved frantically back in response as they both reached the peak.

She let her weight hang in the hammock while she waited for him to withdraw. Soon, she could feel the animal's tongue licking deeply along her sticky things and mound. When he was satisfied with having left no residue of their love juices he whined and nuzzled Amanda for more.

"Not now, love," she purred at Prince. "Mama's got to shower before Joan arrives."

At the sound of the younger girl's name Prince pricked his intelligent ears up and looked almost gleeful. Amanda laughed.

"Yes, Prince. Joan is coming tonight." She rose from where she lay, wondering if the dog could reason enough to know that Joan's presence was not far off. Or whether it was just a momentary attention to the sound of the girl's name.

When Joan arrived at Amanda Westmore's house it was nearly dark. A thin grey light hung in the air as she stepped from her Sprite. The car gleamed whitely from a new waxing.

Already bored after only two days of the summer, Joan had spent the early morning hours lavishly grooming her car. A graduation present from her parents for which she vowed to be responsible, her car was her pride and the job Amanda promised meant far more than the older woman knew.

She sounded the door chimes with a press on an ivory button and heard the bells peel throughout the house.

Amanda's house was a flat-roofed, almost winged structure that sat in the gully between two gentle slopes on the edge of a cliff. Poised as if for flight, from a distance it resembled a redwood seagull caught in a gossamer of fronds.

Joan heard the soft pad of Amanda's cloth-slippered feet on the carpet within, then an amber light snapped on in the alcove before the door.

Moments later Amanda opened the oaken door to her cavelike house and Joan went in.

"I'm so glad you could come, dear," Amanda purred as Joan stood before her.

"My, my, my, said the spider to the fly," Joan answered in a teasing sing-song voice.

Amanda had changed jumpsuits. She now wore a gold lame sequined suit of the same elastic style as she had been wearing before. About her neck she wore a mink collar with a dangling golden ring attached to the fur covered leather band. Her shoulders were bare except for the brief straps haltering up her breasts, and her auburn hair cascaded about them in long silky curls. She was a voluptuous and feline creature in the traditional sense of sexy.

Joan on the other hand had a completely opposite effect on the observer. She was tanned like an athlete and wore brief white tennis shorts beneath a cool organdy paisley print blouse. The swirls in it were like ivory horns on a pale purple background and the see-through material gave a strawberry sundae effect to her eager young breasts.

She wore her hair in a pixie cut while light blue eyes sparkled innocently in a face of classic Alpine beauty.

Amanda stood silent waiting for Joan to begin the game they always played. Joan's eyes fell on the brass length of the dog leash hanging to Amanda's right. She took it from the wooden peg and hooked it through the ring on the collar around Amanda's long, sinuous neck.

"Sorry, girl," Joan baby-talked and stepped close to Amanda, running her nose in the shell of Amanda's ear and sending her hot breath down the channel while her lips nibbled the lobe.

"I understand," replied Amanda with hurt in her eyes. The older woman squatted until she reached all fours. Then she rose on her knees and began unbuttoning Joan's shorts. When the top came loose she kissed the girl's downy belly with full pouting kisses. Pulling the brief cotton pants slowly down from Joan's firm young buttocks, Amanda followed the progress of her sculpting hands with lavish kisses. She licked her way along the resilient marble smoothness of Joan's thighs. The golden tan flesh tingled cleanly on her tongue.

Joan sighed deeply and began unbuttoning the sheer blouse. Her lean fingers nimbly ran the row of pearl-shaped buttons through the buttonholes. She shrugged and the top was off just as Amanda's tongue reached her ankle bone. When she stepped out of the shorts Amanda caught her foot and bit lightly at the leather straps of her sandal.

Slowly, she slid it off. Still holding Joan's foot in the air she took one finely shaped toe into her mouth and sucked on it. The movement was highly effective. Joan felt the first heat in her belly and a sound like a hiss curled from between her lips.

Amanda was back on her hands and knees before Joan, running her tongue in and out of the girl's hot pussy. The brass leash Joan held loosely in her hand coiled over Amanda's shoulders and onto the scoop of her bare back. Amanda wagged the golden mounds of her hips as she rubbed her thighs together. Her tongue was scooping the musky nectar of Joan's cunt lavishly into her mouth. She cherished the soft inner lips as if it were a loving cup and the wine within truly holy. Joan was her master as with her avid tongue she drew the girl's secret juices down her throat.