Diane Ashfield - Female scent-animal heat

Sliding the door open a hair, I peered into the large and comfortable room. The old lady was in the act of removing her clothes, and Nicky was sitting down looking up at his mistress with huge and adoring eyes. His pecker was already at a full state of erection. Something was in the wind. I had never felt so excited. My own cunt started to transmit messages to me. But for the time, I concentrated on what was going on. Perhaps, the old woman was merely going to take a nap and this was a harmless scene I was watching.

It turned out to be far from harmless. When the silvery-haired, old lady finally stepped out of her clothing, the dog stood up and began to whine. His cock actually telescoped out another inch. This prick was solid bone, and red as the desert sun. And I had to admit that the lady wasn't bad looking considering her age. She still had plenty of tit meat although the flesh sagged a bit and the nipples were dried as raisins. Still, there was an erotic aura about her boobies, and I knew several boys at school who would have loved to stick them in their mouths. Her body was slim but curvaceous, and although the skin sagged a bit here and there, most of the flesh was still firm. A huge bunch of silvery-gray cunt hairs swarmed up from between her legs, and she had a very wide cuntal cleft. The lips were thick, and at the top her female prick was in a full state of erection. That's when I knew something horny was going to happen. From the mirror on the dresser, I could see her lovely back which had several beauty moles. This enhanced the erotic effect, too. Surprisingly, the cheeks of her ass were still on the firm side but at the base the flesh did sag a bit. The best part of her ass was the cleavage which was naturally deep and wide. A lot of rectal hairs, silvery also, stuck out like a wisk broom. Her legs, although a bit bony, were also shapely. And I noticed with satisfaction, she had painted her toenails red which gave out a sexy look. This woman was for fucking and no doubt about it.

The poodle Nicky sat up and begged for his cunt. This touched the heart of the old woman. "Darling," she cooed, "do you want to fuck me?" She adopted a sort of baby talk as though she was the dog's mother. "Does my doggy, woggy, want to drill out his mommy, wommy's pussy park?" Leaning over, she picked up the animal, and slid one hand under his balls. This touch from her hand actually elongated the bone. "My, my," she chirped. "You do have a great big, hardy, wardy on for your one and only mommy." This baby talk was making the woman hot, too. I noticed droplets of juice squeeze through the cuntal lips and slither down her bared thighs.

"All right, my lover fucker," she rasped out. Her voice had grown hard with lust. "Come give it to me."

And then before my startled eyes, she lifted the small dog even higher up into the air until his prick was aimed directly at her mouth. She was going to suck off the animal! The thought made the lips of my own twat fly apart and quickly, I reached under my skirt to jab one, prick-like finger into the crevice. At least, I could jack off.

In the bedroom, the woman opened her mouth and quickly her shapely lips engulfed every inch of that solid, red bone of cock. The dog's neck swirled around and he let out a yelp that could be heard all over the apartment. It was a yowl of ecstasy. And once the dog peter was immersed in her mouth, the muscles of her jaw worked back and forth. She was eating cock with such relish, the blow off couldn't be very far away. And my estimation of her impending orgasm was correct. Her eyes rolled back until only the whites showed and she assumed a semi-squat as though she was going to take a piss. This position only permitted her to squeeze out the cuntal flow all the easier. And at the same time, the dog geysered out a flow of cream that splattered all over her face despite her enthusiasm and energy she displayed. She tried to swallow every drop of the dog dew but the flow was so copious, it was impossible. As fast as she swallowed, the cream kept spurting out and soon was puddling down her chin and over her titties. Staggering backwards, she dropped over the king-sized bed. But she still kept a tight embrace over her dog-lover.

"Oh darling," she whimpered. "You made me blowout so much juice, I haven't got enough left for the fuck. Forgive me, precious sweetheart. Forgive your mommy. Now, we'll have to wait before you can dip your dick into the soft flesh of cunt."

Despite the fact that Nicky had recently discharged, his penis had again assumed the stiff angle of the fuck. He was a real Casanova of a dog. But the old lady wouldn't let him fuck her.

"I'm sorry," she whined. "So sorry. You'll have to wait. We'll both have to wait. Forgive me," she kept on pleading as though the dumb brute actually understood English.

My own box was so inflamed that I threw open the bedroom door, and before I made any explanation, cried out, "Let me fuck him. Oh please. I'd love to feel that hard, driving prick inside my body."

The woman took in the situation in a glance. Realizing I must have arrived earlier than expected, she now knew that I had watched the entire scene of bestial love. And it was much too late to try and make any apologies. To her good sense, she didn't try. In fact, it seemed to excite her that I watched the act of love between woman and dog.

Smiling, she said, "I'd love to watch you with a dog. I've heard that high school girls prefer dogs. Now, I can confirm that suspicion. In fact, I'll watch and play with myself."

I didn't care what she did. All I wanted to do was fuck that adorable dog. "Yes, yes," I agreed. "But I don't know how to fuck a dog. I mean I've heard about such things and even watched one woman do it with her dog. But I've never actually done it myself."

The woman laughed. "It will all come to you. Just be natural, and act as though you love Nicky. He's so sensitive. And remember, I trained him from a pup. I'm the only woman he's fucked. He may take a while to get used to you. But please have patience."

Undressing, I continued to display my ignorance about dog fucking. "But what should I do? What position should I take? Should I suck him off, too?"

The woman sat down on a velvet-covered chair and spread her legs. In one hand, she held a lifelike dildo. "Just do what comes naturally," she said with that strange smile on her face.

I hesitated. Then, I asked, "Did you train him to do… the Sixty-Nine?"

The old woman laughed. "Gracious yes," she informed me. "You just saw me suck his cock. It's really more delicious when he's lapping your cunt at the same time. Please, be my guest. But," she added hesitantly, "don't blow his precious prick. It makes me hot to watch the fuck. That's when I'll really go to town with this," and she waggled the dildo that was still poised over the twat trench. Bits of moisture were already oozing through the slit.

"No," I promised. "I won't cream his tool with my mouth. I want to feel that sizzling stick of steel boss my cunt. But I'll probably blowout a couple loads when he tongue laps my pussy. I'm capable of climaxing many times before I'm through for the session."

"Wonderful," the old crone cooed. "Now, you get into the Sixty-Nine, and suck all you want," and before I could assume that naked position with the dog, she already commenced to diddle herself with the artificial cock.

Quickly, I removed my clothes and from the wall mirror, I noticed the lady give my nude body a critical appraisal. I wondered if she wasn't a bit on the queer side since her eyes rolled lovingly over my firm, young tits, navel, hairy cunt and big, sloping cheeks of my ass. But she made no overt move towards me. Instead, her cunt jacking movements increased in tempo, and she jerked her knees upward as though a real man was drilling a load into her.

The prick-stiff dog looked hungrily up at my naked body, too. But his tool was actually responding to the odor from my cunt. The odor grew heavy with musk as I began to ooze out sex syrup in anticipation of the Sixty-Nine with a dog.