Don Russell - The dog ballers

"Good God, Soldier! You don't know it, but you're giving me a bonus! You don't need to think you're going to get another chance to do this, though."

She let her hands rest at the edges of her pubic hair, her fingers aimlessly picking at the fur on Soldier's face. The dog seemed composed and sure of himself. He lapped with unhurried thoroughness, his tongue gentle, rather than rough or brutal. But he displayed a degree of insistence that gave Myra the idea he would persist until he had found the last, hidden trace of moisture.

She knew what was happening to her. She recognized the surging waves of pleasure and understood that they were building on each other that the intimate scouring was raising the level of her excitement and arousing desire. Knowing, she hoped that her own pace would carry her through an orgasm before Soldier lost interest in licking. If he continued with the same deliberation he was now showing, he would make her come with time to spare. And the novelty – wickedness, she decided – of the situation would produce a degree of enjoyment in the climax that fantasy and inducing her own orgasm wouldn't have been able to match.

She tried to hold still; if she began moving in response to his touch she might drive him off. But the higher her excitement rose, the more difficult it was to keep control. She knew from experience that her body had involuntary reactions to strong stimuli. It was no surprise to her when she realized her hips had begun a slow, rhythmic undulation. And when Soldier ignored the gentle rise and fall of the playground before his muzzle, she grew less apprehensive about losing his attention.

He worked his tongue continually deeper into her slit. The tension and heat of her labia were clear signs of their swelling; she was well aware that they were spreading apart opening the inner recesses of her vulva and inviting even more intimate penetration of the seeking tongue. She felt as if her entire body had begun to pulse. Waves of heat surged through her, and thrills of pleasure raced over her flesh from toes to scalp. Her nipples stood erect and hard, dark pillars above the silvery, flattened mounds that were her breasts. By raising her head, she could see the flutter of her belly and the nervous jouncing of her widespread knees.

Following the trail of residue, Soldier's tongue lapped upward along her slit to the folds of delicate tissues around her clitoris. When he began to probe those tight crevices, the resulting jangle of sensation jerked Myra's ass into the air. Quivering and writhing inwardly, she bridged, her weight supported by shoulders and feet. Her hips swung from side to side, and she thrust her hands beneath the small of her back and interlocked them to prevent herself from spoiling the incident by inadvertently shoving the dog's head away.

The undulation of her hips had involved pivoting her torso about the small of her back, her waist acting like a hinge. In her agitation, now, she forced her arms further under herself, pressing her forearms tightly together and clasping each elbow with the other hand. The urgent jolts of excitement the lapping of her clitoris produced grew too powerful for her self control; she began to jerk her hips up and down vigorously. Her butt slammed the rock, bounced high, then slammed the rock again in erratic, desperate jumps. But Soldier maintained tongue contact as if she had been tied down, and even the violent sideward lunges failed to dislodge him.

When he abandoned the inflamed little organ, Myra sank back, shaken and panting heavily.

"Soldier, you son of a bitch!" she exclaimed in a whisper. "You really did get me close, that time! A few more seconds and I'd have come for sure!"

She rested thankfully on her forearms, vaguely conscious of a feeling of rawness on her back. She hovered close to the brink of orgasm, enjoying a deeper, steadier stimulation from the caresses that now centered on the floor of her slit near her cuntmouth. Impulsively, to open herself wider for the tongue, she raised her knees and braced her heels on the rock as far to each side as she could.

"Oooh, gooood!" she whispered.

Soldier was especially gentle as he stripped the thick wetness from the fluted lining of her cuntmouth. The sensations were exquisite, and Myra moaned softly and continuously. Her entire pussy quivered and ached with delight, and she found that her hips were still, as if in a paralytic trance. But her shoulders twisted, first one rising, then the other. Her belly knotted and relaxed repeatedly; she was on the verge of orgasm, and she knew that her excitement and position were combining to make her cuntmouth gape.

The skilled tongue, impossibly flexible, narrowed and probed through the thick rim to scoop at the copious fluids in the neck of her vagina.

"Omigod!" she said with a deep groan. "Omigod, Soldier! You're fucking me with your tongue! I can't stand it!" But she ground her butt against the gritty rock and strained her thighs apart while new, gut-deep waves of pleasure churned within her. The tongue extended, exploring the deeper folds of her passage while its sides rasped in her cuntmouth. No previous experience had prepared her for the weird, fierce excitement the internal scouring produced. She rolled her head restlessly from side to side and chewed her lip. Her nostrils flared as she fought for breath, and her breasts surged to the heaving of her chest. She sensed a creeping numbness in her fingertips and clutched more tightly at her elbows. The characteristic knot in her gut hardened and throbbed, and she knew she was on a springboard that was going to launch her into orgasm.

Soldier thrust deeper with his tongue, rooting at her with his muzzle to reach even more remote folds of her vagina. The hard external pressure triggered her climax. Her soft moans turned to a loud, surging, continuous cry.

"Unnhhhh-Unhhh-Unnhhhh!"

She thrust her cunt onto Soldier's nose and swayed while ferocious contractions convulsed her. Waves of delicious excitement washed over her, and vibrant jolts of pleasure wrung her guts. She felt a fine layer of perspiration breaking out on her body. A tremor seized her taut thighs and spread to the rest of her body, shaking her savagely. And when Soldier reluctantly accepted the fact he had scooped the last of her cunt-juice out and withdrew his tongue, she continued to writhe happily. Her spasms subsided slowly.

She lay in a state of warm, misty semi-awareness, the luxury of orgasm lingering in euphoric afterglow. The tumult of sensations quieted, but her twat still throbbed, and she let her knees weave gently back and forth while she extracted the utmost from her satisfaction.

Soldier heaved himself up to plant his forepaws at either side of her waist, against her tightly-held upper arms, and she laughed at the way he loomed over her.

"I'm all right," she reassured him contentedly. "Did I worry you with all the noise and wiggling around? You're a lot smarter than we thought!" She was touched by what she took to be his concern.

He appeared not to be totally convinced. As if trying to arouse her from her lassitude, he hugged her with his forepaws and shuffled closer. She chuckled lazily at his efforts to gain greater leverage so he could help her sit up. But his restless concern was causing careless contacts; she felt something touch her cunt and thought he had accidentally come too close in his attempt to get her up.

"Okay, okay," she murmured. "You go ahead and try to make me get up. Know what? While you do that, I'm just going to pretend for a minute that you're trying to fuck me!"

The notion amused her. A perverse impulse to tease him seized her. She rubbed herself against the smooth point that prodded the floor of her slit. The sensation was delightful, even though she did feel she was being unfair to him. She realized how effective the teasing was when she felt his pumping motions. The hard point danced and poked at her, and she laughed softly.