Sarah Michelle Gellar Meets The REAL Scooby-Doo

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Sarah Michelle Gellar meets the real Scooy Doo.

By El Lobo


This story is a work of fantasy. The author makes no assertion that any person named in this story has ever, or would ever, behave in the manner described herein. You should not read this material unless you are eighteen or of the consenting adult age in your region.


This is a story based on a Paparzi shot I saw in a Sunday Paper Life Style Supplement about a year ago of Sarah Michelle Gellar being dragged down a street by a huge Great Dane crashing into sidewalk tables and passer-bys.


“Come on, Duke!” Sarah Michelle Geller yelled, the teen idol and star of the hit television series Buffy The Vampire Slayer, toke off across a the grassy block of parkland in up down LA. The dog scampered after her and soon caught up and passed herwith his long surging leaps. She put on a new burst of speed but stoppedsoon and just walked and watched as the dog horned in on some other dogs being walked by their masters near the end of the block. She’d had Duke since he was a puppy, and now he had reached his mature form. As she put it, humorously to friends, Duke was now in the full bloom of his young manhood. He was a good-looking Great Dane with a flawless tawny coat and good bone structure.

He looked noble and handsome, and when he and Sarah Michelle were outside like this, he, seemed to smile at her, and laugh as they played. His long big-toothed mouth open, his long pink tongue hanging out as he panted through the pleasant exertions of their play. Some of her friends thought Sarah should enter him in dog shows, but so far she could see no good in the idea. Why put him in a competitive situationwhere his behaviour would have to be restricted through training to conform to the rules. Anyone could see his beauty and that was enough for her.

Now as she approached the place where he’d stopped and was attentively checking the odour of the other dogs as they checked him, she wondered about this practice dogs had of sniffing each others’ crotches. You’d hardly think that was the first place strangers would touch when they first met. Yet it told the dogs something about each other. It was simple and bestial. Lusty and yet not lustful. It was innocent. Imagine two people meeting and sniffing each other, even on the neck.

Dogs operated with their noses on a low level. From a distance there was something invigorating about it. She came up to where the dogs were frisking and parleying and put a possessive hand on Duke’s collar. The owner of the other dogs turned out to be just one person, a big jolly old fat lady whose pumpkin cheeked face was split by a big smile. “Is he yours?” she asked the young actress, whonodded. “Quite a beautiful dog. I’ve seen him in this park before, from a distance. Danes always do.” Sarah nodded and thanked the lady.

Then she excused herself: she and Duke had been out for a while and now she wanted to go back and make supper. They waved goodbye. Sarah and Duke ran back toward the other end of the park. He began making wide arcs and circles around her as she slowed to a walk, the leash dangling beside her. Actually she excited as much attention as Duke, for she was a good-looking blonde in her early twenties with a fine, slim well-developed figure. She was wearing light blue slacks and a furry white sweater. Her high full hips made her walk especially alluring, and from time to time she felt the eyes of distant men focusing on her body. It was nothing new, and I didn’t bother her.

There were times, when she was looking for a man, that she would accentuate her slow sensual movement. Nowadays she had regular boyfriend who satisfied her well. Freddie Prinze Jr., a fellow teen idol although like Sarah he was in his mid twentys. She’d been with him more than two months, and their feelings for each other were a deep and strong as any they’d ever known. He was a good companion, too. He liked to go dancing with her, take her to certain shows and exhibitsBut moreimportant than anything, she guessed, was the fact that he new the stress snd troubles of always being in the public eye.

She gazed down at Duke’s handsome flank. The strong leg tensed from paw to hip as he raised his other hind leg to piss on a tree. Her gaze flickered over his tight black scrotum. They’d met at a L.A party, a large crowd full of industry people and wantabes. She’ddanced with a number of men, felt their bodies tense against hers and press forward aggressively but for some reason she let Freddie. drive her home. They necked for a while in the car, rather passionately, too, butfor some reason she didn’t invite him to share her bed.

She liked him, though, and was kind of impressed by the fact that he didn’t try to go any further than she wanted him to. He was obviously very passionate; she could tell that. And they liked each other. She gave him her phone number, and they got together several more times. Walking slowly to were her driver was waiting for her and Duke brought her out of her reverie. Duke kept close to her on the sidewalk and followed her across the street. She rarely had to use the leash. He might tense at times when strange dogs appeared, but a single word from her, was enough to keep him from dashing after them. He never barked or growled strangers either when she was with him.

At home it might be a different matter, especially when she was sleeping. Any suspicious noise near her their door brought a quick response from Duke. When they got home, she opened a big can of beef dog food and spooned it into Duke’s plastic dish on the kitchen floor next to the refrigerator. She stroked his back and ribs for a while, watching his big square jaw snatch the food and chew it vigorously. Her hand moved down his backbone and petted his rear and the beginning of his tail firmly. Then she fixed her own meal.

She had grown up in an easygoing home without too many prohibitions. Her sex attitudes had been normal, unblocked, and pretty free. She had found that she was highly lustful and found ways to express her desires most of the time. Dancing closely with boys in school, she knew how to come across seductively to that her partner invariably got a hard-on that throbbed manfully against her belly or thigh. When she could, they would slip out of sight for some masturbation games. When it wasn’t possible or the boy was too shy, as happened sometimes, she would switch to a new partner, pressing her full breasts against him, placing her hot cheek against his, rubbing her legs and belly against him until his penis erected and she could feel it.

When she was alone with a guy, she loved to feel his hands running up and down her body, and she would also stroke his buttocks and crotch and penis. The tingling sensations first experienced with in the early years of puberty soon passed to direct genital manipulation, hand friction on penis or vagina until orgasm. She’d been masturbating from an early age, since before puberty; the touch of another person’s hand there was heavenly. Sometimes a boy was no good at it, sometimes he was great. But if he couldn’t satisfy her she would do it herself, sometimes rubbing her clitoris and vagina at the same time she was stroking and jerking a naked penis. She loved it when they got close to orgasm.

They would get all tense and sometimes rise up on the balls of their feet, or if they were both seated, stick their pelvis up off the ground, breathe heavily and harshly, their penises swollen to the fullest, sometimes they would jerk their pelvises or just quiver uncontrollably as they started to come. She learned to keep her rhythm steady, finding that they came with more powerful pulsations, their penises jerking strongly she could feel it in her hand, and sometimes her cunt would dilate with the rising excitement and contract, too, contract in semi-orgasm as the spurting penis covered her hands with warm sperm. At this point she would slow her rhythm to a crawl, then stop, giving the rubbery organ one or two last squeezes, then hold it for to while before they cleaned up.

She fucked for the first time when she was sixteen, and while the pain equaled the pleasure that first time, she tried it some more and learned to like it. She was careful and always carried pack of rubbers in case the young man–her boyfriend at the time or some guy she’d picked up–wasn’t prepared. She loved to fuck, and by the time she was in her last year of high school, she did it at least twice a month and tried to do it two or three times a week. Some of her boyfriends would give it to her every night. But she rarely stuck with them for more than a few weeks. That one time she made it with three guys–that was something else. Two of them were room mates who in she’d had separately; then they had a friend! But she didn’t feel threatened. the prospect was exciting: the three of them seated, eyes wild, when she stood up and started taking off pieces of clothing. They felt up her legs and stroked her torso. She remembered how burning hot her skin felt. She unfastened her bra, and they pulled her pants down. They took turns kissing her between the legs, and then they were all nude …

Sarah had been touching herself for a long time during this day-dreaming. Her trousers and underpants were down by her knees. Her fingers were stroking the damp lips of her vagina, working up a good heat while her memories became more and more voluptuous. She remembered lying on the couch while those three penises stood straight and hard above her. As she watched, she stroked the men’s thighs and encircled their erections one by one, pulling on them softly with her fingers, moving up and down the shafts and shaking them from the base. The men made animal-like sounds of pleasure. She squeezed their hard cocks with her right hand, all the while her left manipulating her own genitals, as she was doing now, masturbating to the memory. Her middle fingers slid into her hole, like a man’s penis had, while the other two rubbed on her breasts and face.

The man’s cock had a good size–the hard length of it filled her to capacity and thrilled her with long slow in and out motions. She had abandoned herself to the fucking then, and now as she rapidly rubbed her throbbing clitoris with a free finger, she remembered the slapping noises the two other guys had made while they masturbated above her and shot big hot wads onto her chest …

Her pants slipped down off her ankles onto the floor. She pulled her fingers out of her burning vagina, and rubbed them more rapidly over her clitoris. Her legs were wide and rigid. Her mouth wide open and gasping harshly. Her eyes were tightly shut. A kaleidoscope of naked bodies passed through her mind. She came again and slowly descended. Then something cold touched her between the legs and she started. It was Duke, drawn to the furious centre of energy, nosing around, sniffing around her like she was a dog. It made her laugh, and as her dreams of phantom fucking slowly faded, she pushed his head away, saying, “No, Duke, no.” But he had started to lick her and wouldn’t be dissuaded. She stopped trying to push him away and petted him while she relaxed from her exertions, stroking his big handsome head. Duke’s licking continued. It became stronger, even ardent.

His big tongue practically covered her whole vagina in one stroke. It relaxed her then it tickled her. It felt good. She remembered a pick-up she’d made once, a kind of fat little guy with a really long stout penis. The sight of it had surprised and excited her. She had grabbed it with trembling hands, stroking squeezing and kissing it, She remembered how it felt going in–heavenly. It had stretched her. Probably the biggest one she’d ever had. She dated him a few times afterward his personality wasn’t much, but he could sure throw a good fuck into her. She loved climaxing around that big sausage of his. Meanwhile Duke was licking her without restraint. And he was helping her to come. With little cries of lust, she arched her pelvis and swung it, feeling his crazy big hot tongue cover her crotch from top to bottom, from thigh to thigh. “Oh, Duke, she whispered lustfully, “Do it to me, Duke!”

She quivered again and finally came down for good. Her body relaxed once more on the couch, her back reclining again the cushions, one leg hanging limply to the floor, the other hanging over Duke’s shoulder. He continued to lick her but more slowly, feeling the spirit leave her after the latest crisis of passion. He licked her languidly feeling the sleep emanating from her soft muscles. She wondered about what had just happened. Never had the dog come on to her sexually. She had never much thought about such a thing. Certainly she had never desired it. It simply happened of it’s own accord. She would accept it, that’s all. She smiled–it had felt good. She might not have been able to come again by herself. Duke had helped her. It was exciting. Would it happen again?

And how often could she let it happen? She felt a little strange. Of course she loved Duke; she had him since puppyhood. In fact her was the one living creature she had spent most of the time with. Certainly her was the male with whom she had lived the longest. She laughed to herself. Why worry? It was not unnatural or uncommon. As long as she was a single free woman she might as well taste everything. She stroked Duke’s handsome head as he stood with his chin on top of her bare thigh, now and then licking his lips. He gazed at her inn that plaintive way he took on sometimes, and she smiled back at him. Nothing was different. She lifted her other leg and let him roam to another part of the room. She watched his strong graceful lines moving around the room. She was lucky, she realised. Any hot-blooded woman would want what she got. She would not let it go too far, but she decided she would not let it bother her in the slightest. It would be their own secret, hers and Duke’s.

The phone rang. Rousing herself with an effort, she went over to it and picked up the receiver on the third ring. “Hello? Oh, hi, baby.” It was Freddie . He wanted her to come over for the night. “Oh, gee, I’d like to, but I’m pretty beat.”

“Hard shooting schedule, huh?” “Oh, yeah. I didn’t get that much sleep last night either.”

“Well, you better rest then. I was kind of hoping to see you though. Remember we planned to get together.” “I know, but it’s one of those things. I couldn’t help it. What about tomorrow?” “That’s fine with me.” “Oh good, let’s do it tomorrow.” She talked a while more before saying goodbye.

She’d forgotten all about their plans when she went into that masturbatory reverie. She was completely satiated now. Not getting together all the time would keep them from getting too dependent on each other. Freddie was good about these things. Never got demanding. She yawned. It was still early. She turned on the TV set and lay back on the couch to watch it, petting Duke who’d come to sit on the floor next to her.

Chapter 2

Next day Sarah Michelle went to the studio. As usual with Buffy the shooting schedule was furious so she was really looking forward to seeing Freddie that night when he arrived at her luxurious LA apartment. “Does he bite?” Freddie asked nervously, when the big Golden Great Dane came trotting up to them. “Oh, no–he’s very friendly,” Sarah assured him as she reached out to pet the dog.

Freddie and Sarah had just entered her apartment and this was his first introduction to the other male in Sarah ‘s life, and the Great Dane had come down the hall to meet them. He was wagging his tail, but he still made Freddie a bit wary. The hall was dimly lit, and the big brute looked like a black shadow–a black shadow with gleaming white fangs and a long, red, wet tongue. “Good boy,” Sarah said, stroking the dog behind the ears. He cocked his head and whined happily. “Er–what’s his name?” Freddie inquired.

At the sound of the man’s voice, the dog turned a baleful amber eye upon him and curled his black lip up, revealing his ominous fangs. He didn’t seem the sort of dog that a girl would keep strictly for company as a pet, thought Freddie . He looked more like some great brute used to guard prisoners in a Nazi concentration camp or to run down and savage escaping slaves. In fact, Sarah did not keep the dog strictly as a pet–although she petted him a lot. “Duke,” she said, laughing. “Isn’t that such a classic name for a doggy?” “Yeah,” Freddie replied, thinking it was really an absurd name for such a savage-looking beast, but not wanting to antagonize Sarah in any way– at least not before he got into her pants.

Freddie was hopeful. He had waited long enough two months in fact and now it was pay back time, the slimness of her torso emphasizing the size of her large, thrusting tits and the sweep of her firm-cheeked ass made his dick twitch just thinking about it. She was wearing a short skirt that showed a lot of tanned thigh and a tight-fitting blouse that seemed to be molded to the contours of her heavy tits. It stood out in twin peaks where her stiff nipples jutted out from her tit-globes. Freddie figured that he had struck it lucky –although he still felt a little bit nervous about the dog.

Sarah lowered her supple body onto one knee. The other knee was raised and her skirt slid even higher. She stroked the Great Dane’s flanks and the dog squirmed under her caress, rubbing his head against her leg. After a moment, she stood up again, giving Freddie a sideways glance. Her gaze slid down to his crotch. Freddie ‘s cock was semi-hard by this time and a prominent bulge stood out in his pants. As her eyes moved down, Sarah smiled and raised her eyebrows. “Let’s go into the apartment,” she suggested.

She moved on ahead. Freddie followed her down the hallway, admiring the way her ass swung at every stride. Christ! he thought. Sarah just keeps getting hotter! And from the way his long red tongue was lolling out, the dog might have been thinking the same thing! Duke watched them go into the large open planned central part of the apartment with its wall of plate glass opening on to the hills behind LA. and a rumble sounded deep in his throat. His amber eyes gleamed, and he shook his head as if in his doggy fashion he was jealous. But he was a well-trained and obedient doggy. His mistress had not summoned him to accompany her and so he stayed where he was. But under his shaggy belly, his massive prick began to swell and harden

Sarah moved on to the couch. She sat down and motioned for Freddie to join her. He grinned and crossed the room, aware of the fact that his cock was almost fully erect now, and throbbing– and also aware that Sarah was gazing at the big lump, her green eyes glowing like melted jade. Freddie sat down beside her, and without any hesitation, Sarah twisted around and moved into his arms. They kissed, lightly at first, their lips brushing together. Then her mouth opened on his. Freddie slid his tongue past her lips and she sucked on it hungrily. As if his cock was attached to his tongue, Freddie ‘s big fucker jerked and jolted as they French kissed.

He drew his tongue back and her tongue followed, probing his mouth and entwining with his tongue like serpents mating in a moist cavern. She sighed, squirming against him. They were panting into each other’s open mouth, swapping slobber, their lips grinding passionately together. She arched her slender back, pressing her tits out against his chest. Her stiff nipples burned into him in twin peaks. Freddie ran his hand up her flank, then cupped one of her fat tits, squeezing the firm globe. Sarah murmured happily. Freddie knew for sure that he had scored now, and he began to feel her up with both hands as they continued to kiss.

He licked at her parted lips and she moaned. His hand squeezed on her tit-mound, and his fingers pulled gently at the taut tip, feeling her nipple swell as he rolled it in his fingers. Her wet tongue shot into his mouth again, tapping at the roof and sliding into his cheeks. A trickle of saliva ran down her chin. Freddie licked it up. The horny actress was so hot she seemed to be melting in his arms. He could feel her hips thrusting gently against him. He massaged her tits with his hands and slipped his thumb back and forth against the tips.

He moved one hand down onto her thigh. Her legs spread as he stroked the smooth flesh. Grinding against him, she parted her thighs, and her short skirt rode higher. Freddie slid his hand up to her crotch and almost choked–Sarah was not wearing any panties. She had obviously planned this night to be their first night as he had hoped and Freddie was about to benefit from that preparation. His fingers brushed her cunt. Her pussy lips were unfurled like the petals of a flower, and her open cunt was creamy with her juices.

Her clit stood out like a bullet as he fingered it, and her nipples shot out even more, as if in sympathetic vibration with the throbbing nugget of her fuck button. Freddie traced along her open cuntlips, then gently slipped his middle finger up her fuckhole. Sarah moaned and gasped, jerking her belly out as she worked her pussy on his hand. He tilted his head so that he could look down without moving his lips from hers and drew her skirt up above her waist. Her crotch was a mouth-watering sight! Her pubic mound was a tightly shaven vee of gold, Her pink pussy folds were streaked with cuntjuice, and her clit stood out from her creamy cunt-slit. A trickle of cuntjuice ran down her crotch and seeped into the crack of her ass. Another slimy ribbon ran down her thigh. Freddie watched his middle finger push in and pull out.

Her pussy-muscles were dragging on his finger, the pink lips sucking as he pushed in knuckle deep. Slowly fingerfucking up her cunthole, he rubbed his thumb back and forth against her clit. Her loins jerked as she squirmed against him and her fuckhole felt incredibly hot. Her hand caressed his thigh, moving higher. He shoved his hips upwards and she cupped the bulge of his groin, fingering the contours of his cock and balls through his pants. Freddie gasped. He thought he might cum in his pants.

Maybe Sarah Michelle thought that as well, because she began to open his fly, drawing the zipper down very slowly and teasingly. She unbuckled his belt and the front of his pants spread open. He was wearing white cotton shorts and they were molded to the outline of his stiff prick, stretched around the huge, mushroom-shaped knob and drawn away from his belly by his jutting fuckrod. Encased in the white cotton, it looked like the ghost of a prick wearing a sheet and rattling the chains of his carnal desire.

Sarah began to caress his cock through his shorts. A dark, damp patch spread out on the white cotton where his cockhead flared and his pisshole began to weep. “Oooooh–” she murmured, seeing the moisture. She rubbed her thumb against the slippery patch, then traced up and down his cockshaft with her fingers. He groaned and twitched and the fat vein that seamed the underside of his cock pulsated against her hand. “It’s–so–big–” she whimpered.

Freddie tried to smile at the compliment but his facial muscles were so taut that he could only grimace with lust. He began to push three fingers up her cunthole, bunched together in a phallic bundle, and scissored them inside her fuck tunnel. She rubbed his cock and fondled his balls. His shorts were drawn out so far now that the elastic band was threatening to break. Sarah slipped her fingers inside and slowly drew his shorts out over his throbbing prick, then drew them down. She tucked the elastic under his swollen balls, so that all of his formidable sex tackle was exposed. Her eyes widened at the sight. Freddie ‘s prick was long and thick and rock-hard.

His cock knob flared out in a purple wedge, and his fuck- stalk was gnarled by dark veins. Her eyelashes fluttered as she gazed in admiration at his prick-meat, and a little whimper of anticipation came from her trembling lips. She began to stroke his naked cock and balls. She lifted his bloated ballsac in her palm, as if judging the weight of the jism they contained, and purred happily. She ran her hand up his cock and fingered his flaring crown. A blob of preliminary cum oozed out of his open pisshole and she rubbed it into the hot meat with her thumb. Then she folded her fist around his cockshaft and began to slowly stroke him up and down. More cum squeezed out and poured down his cock, and her fist skimmed fluidly up and down the slippery stalk. Freddie pushed his fingers into her pussy in the same rhythm, finger-fucking her as she frigged his prick.

“If you keep on doing that, I’m gonna fucking shoot my wad!” he gasped. Sarah took a last long stroke, her fist pushing down to his balls, then stopped stroking him. She certainly didn’t want to waste his cum on a handjob–not when there were so much better places for that hot slime to squirt. She held his cock by the roots, skinning it so that the naked meat of his purple prick-knob flared out, throbbing. His cockhead was glowing atop that thick stalk like the beacon of a lighthouse, warning of the rocky shoals below–rocks that Sarah was as eager for him to get off as Freddie was. Her pussy was smoldering. His fingers felt lovely; she could imagine what his enormous cock would feel like as it pounded into her pussy! Her hand slid down to fondle his scumbags as she thought about the hot, thick load of fuck-juice they held, and how the stuff would soon hose her cunthole.

Her fingers played up his cockstalk again, and brushed against the sensitive underside of his cock crown. It seemed as if she just could not take her hands off it. Freddie leaned down, fascinated, as he watched his fingers vanish knuckle deep up her pussy, then slowly pull back out, slathered with pussy cream. Her pliable pink cuntlips were dragging and sucking on his hand. When he pulled out, they distended, her cunt almost turning inside out. His wrist tilted and he frigged into her. Her pussy squished juicily. Her whole crotch was awash with cuntjuice as the stuff poured from her cunt gash, lathering her groin with frothy oils. Leaning over her, Freddie could feel the intense heat of her fiery cunt drift up into his excited face, and he could smell the musky fragrance of her seething hot arousal. So could Duke …

The black Great Dane stood outside the partially open doorway like a golden statue–some symbol of potency and fertility and carnal desire, carved from doggy flesh. His nostrils twitched and flared as the sweet aroma of steaming pussy wafted from the front room, permeating the hallway. His powerful haunches were taut with sinew, and his tawny flanks rippled. His big head slowly moved from side to side, as if buffeted by the pungent stream of pussy fragrance that assailed his sensitive snout.

The sweet scent was exciting to Freddie, who was only a man with a human sense of smell–how much more thrilling must it have been to the dog’s keen nostrils! Duke’s prick lurched and bucked and lengthened. His balls were swollen up like plums now, jammed in between his hindlegs, and his long, hairy, black cockshaft loomed out under him, parallel with the floor and reaching almost to his deep chest. His hairy cocksheath skinned back, and the fiery red tip of his cockhead came sliding out, naked and smoking hot. The brute whimpered with need and his haunches heaved. The huge slab of his naked fuck knob slid out, slick and flaring. But he was a well-trained dog. The huge beast was waiting to be summoned, awaiting his turn …

As thrilled as Freddie was at watching his fingers slide in and out of Sarah ‘s steaming cunt, Sarah was equally excited by the sight of his huge cock and balls, and the prospect of having her fuck-hole stuffed by the hot fucker. She gave his cock another slow stroke, and felt it pound like a jackhammer in her skimming fist. He heaved up from the couch, shoving his prick through her hand as she pushed back to the roots. His bloated balls jammed against the heel of her hand, and his cockhead flared out like the head of a hooded cobra about to strike. Preliminary jism bubbled from his pisshole. Sarah was drooling over his cock.

The thick, throbbing hunk of prick was such a mouth watering sight that the oversexed girl was whimpering hungrily over it. Her pink tongue was sliding back and forth across her trembling lower lip. Sarah loved to suck cocks and she adored to swallow the thick fuckjuice that her talented mouth milked out. She loved cockmeat and she loved cum. She loved the taste and the texture and the temperature, and she adored the way a man whimpered and gasped as he soared towards his spurting orgasm, when his prick throbbed violently in her lips and on her flashing tongue, and then all that fuckjuice was squirting into her mouth and she was gulping it down and sucking more out from his exploding balls.

Now she stared at Freddie ‘s formidable cock and balls like a starving urchin peering through the window of a candy store, yearning for a tasty treat. Her mouth felt as horny as her cunt now, and her tongue was throbbing as much as her clit. It presented the cock-loving girl with a dilemma. Should she suck him off or fuck him? That was the question. If she knew that Freddie could shoot more than once, there would have been no problem at all. Sarah would have eagerly swallowed his first delicious load, then sucked him up hard again and taken his second load in her cunt. But she had never made love with Freddie before, and although his balls certainly looked potent, she knew from sad experience how frustrated she would be if she drank all of his fuckjuice and found out there was not another load for her pussy.

She considered giving him a half and half–just licking and sucking on his sweet prick for a few delicious slurps, then letting him shove it into her pussy. But that, she knew, was dangerous, because once she had that succulent hunk of dripping cockhead in her mouth, she would certainly find it difficult to stop sucking, and from the way the spunk was already seeping out from his gaping pisshole, it was evident that Freddie was going to blow his wad very soon. Mouth or cunt? That was the problem.

She stirred her tongue around in her drooling mouth and rubbed her clit against his hand, trying to decide which of her hot holes needed it most. She decided that her pussy came first–although just barely, for her saliva was pouring into her mouth every bit as much as her cunt-juice was flooding into her fuckhole. She gave his prick a last stroke, then drew back, sprawling out along the couch. Her knees were raised and her thighs were parted. Her skirt was up above her waist. Freddie leaned over her, shoving his stiff fingers up her slippery pussy. Her pink cuntlips were spread wide open and her open pussy-slit was streaming. “Fuck me!” she moaned. A tremor shook the over-excited man. His fingers probed her tunnel of lust again, then drew out, dripping. He turned onto his knees, between her open thighs. His prick, temporarily abandoned, loomed out over her squirming belly like some medieval weapon poised to strike, a warclub or bludgeon or mace or morningstar ready for the carnal joust.

Her hairy cunt tilted up like a buckler, ready to receive the blow from that mighty meaty weapon. His cock muscles jerked and his prick pulsed, bobbing up and down. A thick drop of jism fell from the tip and splashed on her cunt mound. The thick stuff flowed like quicksilver through the ebony curls. Another blob splattered into her belly button. She stared down, trembling all through her lush, nubile body. She could see the elongated shadow of his cock against her belly. That shadow stretched halfway up her slim torso and she whimpered at the thought of how deep his cock was going to go when he shoved it in her. She yearned to be transfixed through and through on his long prick, to feel his cockhead flare and throb and shoot in the innermost depths of her smoldering cunthole.

“Put the fucker in me!” she wailed, jerking her ass and hips around in anticipation. Freddie grimaced. His teeth were grating together and his lips were drawn back almost in a snarl. His eyes were glazed by lust. So much blood had rushed down into his gigantic hard-on that he was lightheaded. He lowered his haunches, bringing his towering cock level with her crotch. Sarah whipped her ass up, holding her creamy gash level with the head of his prick. Her cuntlips gaped open in a wide oval, her slot steaming as she awaited his first penetration. Then disaster struck. Freddie was a premature ejaculator!

Chapter 3

Freddie humped, shoving his iron-hard prick up toward Sarah ‘s flooded fuckhole. His cockhead slid against the inside of her thigh as it lunged toward the target–and then his balls erupted before he made contact! Freddie gasped and jerked violently. His fuckjuice came rushing up his cockshaft and spurted from his pisshole in a creamy cascade. The steaming hot slime skimmed up the inside of Sarah ‘s sleek thigh and splashed into her crotch. Freddie gave a strangled cry, a combination of shame and relief, of frustration and satiation combined.

Sarah had played with his cock and balls too long and too expertly, and now his meatrack was going off all by itself, out of control. He humped again, frantically, and a second thick stream hosed from his cockhead. His prick jerked upwards as his jism shot out, and the creamy geyser sprayed into her cunt bush and slid on up her belly. “Oh! Ohhhh!” Sarah wailed, thrilled to see that steaming fuckjuice jet from his cockhead, yet dismayed that it was coming outside of her pussy. Freddie hovered over her, shaking with spasms as he humped the void between her thighs.

His cock jutted in and out and his balls swung back and forth like the clappers of a meaty bell. He wasn’t even touching her leg now. His cock was simply emptying itself in the air, the creamy deluge splashing into her crotch and onto her belly. A thick squirt shot up and flowed into Sarah ‘s deep cleavage. Another spurt splashed her nipples and skimmed on up into the hollow of her throat. Sarah churned and thrashed and squirmed under him as he hosed her with his slime. The stuff was so hot and thick that it felt like lava as it splashed on her cunt bush and splattered on her grinding belly. She thought the fiery stuff might scald her flesh.

Freddie was gasping and jerking like a marionette on a broken string as load after load burst from his cockhead. Sarah cried out in desperation, wanting his cock in her, yearning for some of that steaming slime to spurt into her fuckhole. She reached down and parted her pussy lips wider with her fingers, opening her hairy slot so that his next foaming jism jet splashed on the inner folds, running in slippery ribbons into her own seeping cunt juice. Freddie groaned as a last shot flew from his piss-hole and hosed her throbbing fuck button. He stopped jerking and knelt there, panting heavily, a baleful look on his face.

“I fucking hope you can come more than once!” Sarah Michelle cried angrily. But Freddie hung his head in shame! Premature ejaculation had always been Freddie’s problem–combined with the fact that he always shot so much jism out on his first effort that it took hours before his balls could fill up with another load. Freddie never had much trouble scoring with a woman–not the first time. But his conquests seldom came back for more, finding it too frustrating.

Even when he managed to sink his cock into a girl, he usually creamed on the first couple of strokes and was finished. He twisted around and slumped back on the couch, embarrassed and contrite. “Oh, no!” Sarah wailed. Freddie ‘s cock was shrinking! His massive prick stood upright for a moment, tantalizingly long and stiff, the purple knob looming up as high as his breast bone. But then the huge rod trembled and started to dip down. His cockhead shrank and the stalk slowly bent from a rod into a bow. His big balls had deflated into wrinkled, hairy, drained bags. His cock sank lower, gave one hopeful twitch, and then began to draw back into his groin. Even soft and drained, his cock was an impressive sight, and Sarah gazed at him wistfully, feeling so frustrated she was ready to burst into tears.

“Sorry,” he mumbled. Sarah was not about to give up without a fight. She slid down from the couch and knelt on the floor in front of him. Her golden head leaned over his loins and her long blonde hair swept in an shiny curtain over his shrunken cock and depleted balls. Her tongue shot out and she began to lap at his cockhead. He groaned. Her tongue slid all over the soft, rubbery slab. She whimpered and moaned. She licked up and down his limp cockshaft and she tongued his balls, willing them to recharge themselves. Her head bobbed up and down as she lapped along the underside of his veined stalk and, reaching the top, she slurped his cockhead into her lips and began to nurse on it with all her skill. A single glob of jism oozed from his pisshole and slid onto her tongue. “Ooooh,” she purred, letting the slimy nugget run over her tastebuds for a moment.

Then her throat pulsed delicately as she swallowed it. That single frothy drop was so delicious that Sarah wailed with frustration, longing for more of the succulent stuff. But there was no more. Suck and lick as she would, with all her considerable talent, Sarah could not coax out another drop of fuckjuice, nor make his shrunken cock swell and stiffen again. Her head bobbed down and she took his cock and balls together into her lips. Her head tilted from side to side as she mouthed him. Freddie leaned back, still panting, holding one hand against the back of her head. He tried his best, humping up into her face and watching her lips pull on his prick, but to no avail. Yet again, Freddie ‘s cock had failed a girl. Sarah raised her head and looked beseechingly up at his contrite face.

Her own expression was one of dismay and regret and absolute frustration. “How long before you can get hard again, Freddie ?” she asked him in a quavering voice. Freddie hesitated. But there was no sense in lying to her, for she would soon enough find out the terrible truth, and he sighed and shook his head sadly. “Sorry, Sarah, ” he apologized again. Now a flash of anger joined the frustration on her pretty face. Her green eyes flared. She looked from his apologetic face to his faltered cock. “You bastard!” she hissed. “How dare you not tell me that you’re a premature ejaculator?

What a rotten trick to play on a girl!” “I–I can’t help it,” he whispered. Sarah sobbed in anguish. Her mouth was watering and her pussy was smoldering and there before her was that glorious hunk of prick–gone limp and useless! She ducked down for one last try, lapping all over his cock and balls, sucking his knob into her mouth, whimpering with need. She slid lower and licked him under the balls, then, ready to try anything at all if it might arouse him, she began to lick up the crack of his ass and push her tongue right up into the tight bud of his asshole. His cock stayed soft, and Sarah got angrier even as she became more frustrated. She sat back on her heels and gave him a look of utter scorn.

He looked back abjectly. Her tits were dripping with congealing jism, and streaks of the creamy stuff were matted in her sunlight yellow cunt bush. Ribbons of slime ran sluggishly down her smooth thighs. Freddie couldn’t blame the horny girl for being angry. His shame increased. He could no longer bear to face her after his failure, to see the horrible frustration in her eyes. He gave a helpless little shrug and stood up on trembling legs. He tucked his limp cock and deflated balls back into his fly and zippered it up. He paused for a moment, but when Sarah said nothing, he shrugged again and walked toward the door, blushing with embarrassment.

“Well–so long,” he said, and he went out. Duke was still standing in the hallway, his white fangs gleaming in the dim light, and Freddie muttered, “Nice doggy, good boy,” rather nervously as he turned sideways to edge past the formidable beast. He had a horrible idea that Sarah might command the brute to sink those sharp fangs into his useless cock out of spite. Eyeing those jowls, Freddie failed to notice that Duke had an enormous hard-on. And although he did notice that long, wet, red tongue lolling from the dog’s jaw, he made no connection between that and Sarah ‘s neglected and frustrated cunt. He went out and closed the door.

Duke stood in the hallway, ready and willing, and waiting for a command. In the front room, Sarah was not thinking about her dog yet. But she was still kneeling on the floor and, although she didn’t realize it in her despair and frustration, she had assumed a position that was very familiar to a dog–the doggy fucking position! Actually, Sarah had never been fucked by her dog, although she had often wondered what it would be like to have that big, hairy dog prick thundering up her cunthole. But she had coaxed the dumb brute into lapping her pussy a good many times. She loved to feel his big, nimble tongue slapping up her flooded cunt, and to cream on his black muzzle.

In return, she enjoyed jerking the dog off as a reward, a sort of dog yummy. She loved to watch his thick spume hose from his naked red cockhead as her fist skimmed his prick. But that was as far as she had carried it, up to now. Now Sarah was kneeling in front of the couch, seething with need, so distraught that she wasn’t even thinking about the willing and available dog. Damn that dirty premature ejaculator, she silently cursed. What a nasty trick to play on a girl! Shit, I should have at least made the bastard tongue-fuck me, she thought. But it was too late now. Freddie was already gone, and anyhow, Sarah was more in the mood for cock than she was for head–which was probably why she hadn’t yet thought about calling for Duke.

She gazed down at her cum-drenched tits and belly. Her cunt felt like a glowing ember between her thighs. Pussy nectar was pouring out, mixing with Freddie ‘s wasted jism in her lathered crotch and down her legs. The only thing she could do now, she guessed, was to take the immediate pressure off by giving her cunt a good finger- fucking. Then, partially relieved, she could get some rest for another hectic shooting schedule in the morning. She ran her hands up her belly and cupped her tits, scooping up the lathery fuckjuice. She brought her hands up to her mouth and lapped the slime up like a cat at a cream bowl. Even delivered by hand, Freddie ‘s cum was yummy, and she trembled at the thought of gulping a load straight out of his prick.

She dipped a hand into her crotch and rubbed her pussy, then brought it to her lips and lapped up a succulent palmful of blended cum and cuntjuice. She began to change hands, rubbing her cunt with one while she licked the cream from the other, then switching. Her hand went down to her groin all slippery with saliva and came back up slathered with fuckjuice. Her pink tongue slid through the frothy cream and her tastebuds tingled. Oh, how she wished that she had a cock to suck off– or even a cunt, come to that. If her own cuntjuice was so delicious, Sarah just knew that she would love to suck some cream out of another girl’s juicy fuckhole.

A ripple ran through her crotch. Waves of rising passion coursed across her slim belly and shot like electric current up her trembling thighs. It was time to come now, her pussy was already starting to melt as she rubbed it. She leaned forward, resting her chin on the edge of the couch. Her fat tits swayed under her like ripe fruit ready to be plucked. She arched her slender back, hiking her heart-shaped ass up to the highest point of her kneeling body. Duke’s big head edged around the door. His black nose flared and twitched, and his amber eyes gleamed at the sight before him. The heart-shaped ass was hiked up, and under those firm asscheeks Sarah ‘s pussy was flowing freely. The dog blinked. He had never seen his mistress in that position before–although it was a familiar one, for he had fucked his share of bitches.

Always before, when she let him lap her cunt, Sarah had sat on the couch or in a chair, her ass perched on the edge and her feet extended, spread wide, to the floor, while his busy head worked away at her cunt from the front. Then, after she had creamed on his tongue, she would kneel beside him, still facing him, and jack him off. Now, seeing Sarah posed differently–invitingly and provocatively–the doggy whimpered with a new realization. Sarah was working on her cunt with both hands now towards a creamy conclusion. Her firm-fleshed ass jerked up and down and shot out from side to side as her hands played under it. She was slowly pushing three fingers in and out of her cunthole in a fucking movement while her other hand caressed her fiery clit. “Unghhh,” she grunted, as a wave of intense pleasure rippled through her loins. A spasm caught her and her pelvis trembled. Pussy juice was pouring down the insides of both of her thighs in creamy ribbons. Her hands were soaking wet with the fragrant seepage.

Duke approached stealthily, his hindquarters low to the floor as if he were stalking a rabbit–although no rabbit had ever been as juicy and tasty as that steaming pussy toward which he crept. His head was thrusting out, nostrils flaring, drawn to her sweet, musky scent like an iron filing to a magnet. His bushy tail swept back and forth behind his haunches like a rudder steering his course. He whimpered, then whined. But Sarah was not yet aware of the beast’s approach, for she was almost at her peak and she was pant heavily, blocking out all external sounds. The Great Dane sneaked up to her churning ass, his tongue hanging out and dripping. He sniffed and quivered all over as the redolence of her pussy registered on his bestial senses. He shoved his head out.

Sarah gasped in shock and surprise when the dog’s cold black nose bumped against her hot, pink fuck bud. Her head jerked up and she looked back over her shoulder. When she saw that her faithful doggy was behind her, the naughty actress smiled. She was in the mood for prick, it was true, but a long wet doggy tongue was better than her hands. “You wanna finish this job for me, Duke?” she whispered. “You wanna lap my cunt off, hummm?” The dog woofed as if in reply. Sarah drew both hands out of her crotch and heaved her ass up higher, wriggling. “Yeah, give me that long, wet tongue, you cuntlapper,” she rasped. “Lick me till I cream–then I’ll beat your meat for you!” She still didn’t understand that because of the position she had settled into for her handjob, Duke was not going to settle for fucking her fist.

The Great Dane’s head ducked down, and he ran his flattened tongue up the back of her thigh, then lapped at the cheeks of her ass. He slurped again, tonguing up a slimy ribbon of pussy juice from the inside of her leg. Sarah squirmed happily under his caress. Placing her open hands on the mounds of her ass, she spread them apart, exposing the brown eye of her shit hole. Duke whimpered and slurped his tongue up the crack of her ass and whipped it against her asshole, enjoying a preliminary snack before he got to work on the succulent main course.

“Ooooh!” Sarah squealed in delight, as the dog’s tongue slithered right up into her shit chute. His head ducked down and he slurped up the crack of her ass again, frothy doggy slobber pouring between her cheeks. She still had her open hands on her firm asscheeks, spreading her ass crack open as her pelvis jerked in a wild dance and her hips pumped frantically. The naughty girl squirmed and writhed with the pleasure of having her shit hole tongued out–and with the thrill of knowing that big wet tongue would be at her pussy next. Duke growled and shot his tongue into her tight brown bud again, then lowered his head. Sarah jerked her ass and hips upward, her thighs tightening as they lifted her asscheeks higher.

More cuntjuice had trickled down her legs, and Duke slurped it up with his flashing tongue. He lapped up to the crease where her leg joined her crotch and took a long, moist slurp that ran parallel with her pussy. Sarah gasped and shot her hips out, and when Duke shot his tongue out again, he lapped into her creaming fuckhole.

“Yeah! Yeah! Oh, shit! Give that hot tongue to me, you big sonuvabitch!” Sarah cried. Duke’s tongue slapped into her cuntslit. Pussy juice sprayed out, soaking his black muzzle. The doggy was becoming frantic now that he was at the feast, every nerve and synapse in his burly body registering the thrill of the succulent taste and the fragrant aroma. He ran a long, flattened, rippling tongue stroke up through her crotch. His wet tongue started at her throbbing clit, stirred up through her open cuntlips and slurped on up into the crack of her ass.

Sarah wailed with the joy of it, shaking her ass about as if she were wagging a tail. She gurgled and moaned as the dog slapped another long stroke to her crotch. As his tongue drew up her slit, her cuntlips rippled and dragged, sucking on his tongue meat. Her fuck button flared explosively against his tastebuds. She slid her hands under her belly and opened her cunt even wider with her fingers. Duke shot his long tongue right up her fuck tunnel. He lapped at the creamy inner folds and then began to slam in and out in a fucking motion. Sarah cried out with the bliss of it. His long, fat tongue was stuffing her cunthole just like a cock. The Great Dane whimpered and pushed his cold black nose right into her pussy. The doggy seemed to be trying to bury his whole head into her cunthole, to fuck her with his hairy snout. She ground back against him and his tongue shot in deeply again, then curled around her clit. She was starting to cream.

As her coming neared the crest, the flow from her fuckhole became hotter and thicker and creamier and even more delicious. Duke was going frantic as he slurped up that steaming hot cum cream from her melting pussy. Cuntjuice poured onto his curled tongue in slimy ribbons, frothy and creamy on the red meat. It dripped from the edges of his tongue and matted the bristly hair of his muzzle. The dog whined and yelped, lapping for all he worth, swallowing her cum juice down in greedy gulps and whipping his lapper into her pussy-slit to slurp out more of the delicacy.

His tail switched and his haunches jerked, and under his trembling loins, his massive prick was pounding like a jackhammer, longing to replace his tongue in her hot, wet cunthole. His naked red cockhead was flaring out in a huge angry wedge and foaming slime bubbled out from his open pisshole, running down the slick knob. His balls were bloated with such a huge load they were threatening to burst. His long, thick, black shaft was vibrating like a tuning fork, so taut he could have used it to play a fiddle.

“Ahhhh!” Sarah sighed, as the crest broke in her loins and the steaming cum flooded the dog’s tongue. Wave followed wave as the horny girl lingered at the peak. Then she moaned, and her golden head dropped down onto the couch. She was past the crest, coming down, the waves still rippling through her pussy, but moving slower, spaced out. She started to twist around, intending to jerk the doggy off now, as a reward for his efforts and because she really enjoyed watching the fuckjuice squirt out of his prick. But Duke kept on lapping merrily away, insatiable and relentless. His tongue slurped up the overflow from the insides of her thighs and glided back into her cunt.

Oh wow, shall I cream again? she wondered. With the dog’s tongue slapping into her cuntlips again, it seemed a good idea. Although she had just gotten her rocks off very nicely, Sarah was an insatiable sort of nymph and, smiling happily, she settled down to enjoy another tongue-fucking. But Duke had a bone to bury now …

Chapter 4

Sarah had never thought about beastiality until one drunken night of expermintation had brought out the Great Dane hidden talrnt as a cuntlapper, some time ago. The big brute had such a lovely cock and balls that naturally, the naughty girl had wondered what it would be like to fuck with him, but she had never really considered it seriously, figuring that his tongue, followed by the reward of a hand- job, was sufficient. At the time she had first decided she wanted a doggy, Sarah had had a boyfriend who, although willing and enthusiastic, had not given very good head. He had lapped and sucked away on her pussy for hours, enjoying himself, but his technique had been more enthusiastic than skillful, and Sarah couldn’t manage to get her rocks off in his mouth.

Since creaming on a tongue was one of her true pleasures, it was a frustrating situation compounded by the fact that she liked the guy and didn’t really want to cheat on him. Not with another guy, at least then one memorable afternoon, Sarah had thought about a dog. She had been out shopping and a tall, elegant, fashionable woman had passed her on the street, with a huge Rotweller on a leash. The dog had been trotting along with his tongue hanging out and the moment that Sarah saw that long, slick lapper, she got a thrilling idea. I wonder if that doggy laps that woman’s pussy? she had thought, and naturally, she had gone on to wonder what it would feel like to have a doggy slobbering into her fuckhole. Well, she just knew it would feel wonderful, and with a dumb animal, she could get all the tongue she wanted without worrying about emotional involvement or jealousy or possessiveness. Those emotions were alien to a dog.

It would be pure pleasure without complications, and she wouldn’t even be two timing her boyfriend. It was kind of naughty, of course, but no one had to know and the dumb dog sure as hell couldn’t kiss and tell. Sarah had considered it for a few minutes–and then had gone directly to the nearest pet shop. She’d spent some time deciding which dog she wanted, judging them mainly by the length and thickness of their tongues. She had settled on Duke, the Great Dane, and bought him on the spot. As soon as they were back at her apartment she had commenced his training, dipping her fingers in her cunt and letting him lick them. Duke was a fast learner. Cuntjuice was ambrosia and nectar to the beast.

As soon as Sarah bared her cunt, the dog had gone to work with enthusiasm, lapping merrily away until she creamed. His cock had gotten rock-hard and his balls had ballooned. Sarah had not considered that side of it before, but as soon as she saw his enormous hard-on she realized that she had an obligation to the brute. To let those swollen balls go unemptied would be an act of cruelty to dumb animals. So, not minding at all, even thrilled by the depravity of it, Sarah had proceeded to jack the doggy off, to their mutual delight.

Things had worked out fine after that. Eventually she had broken up with her steady boyfriend, and began to play the field again, but Duke was a constant, always waiting at home, always ready to tongue-fuck Sarah when she wanted it–which was with ever-increasing frequency. But they had never done more than that. Duke had tongued her off and then she had pumped his fuckjuice out by hand. She never really expected anything more to happen. But then she had never found herself kneeling in the doggy-fucking position, with the Great Dane behind her before, either. Now horny Sarah Michelle Geller was in for a surprise–and a treat!

Chapter 5

With her head resting on the edge of the couch and her slender back deeply arched, Sarah jerked and pumped her ass and hips about while the greedy Great Dane slapped his wet tongue steadily into her creamy fuckslot. He lapped away energetically and vigorously. Pussy juice sprayed out, streaking his hairy black muzzle. He whined and whimpered and growled as he worried at her pussy. His big head jerked like a terrier shaking a rat.

Sarah was rising towards the crest again, getting hotter and creamier with every tongue-stroke. The doggy could sense that–could scent and taste her rising urgency, her smoldering need. Perhaps, with some bestial instinct, some doggy wisdom inherent in his genes, the brute realized that the girl was in no condition to resist his further advances, that all doubts and inhibitions had been melted in the fiery heat of her arousal. His tongue wedged into her, plowing up her soaking fuck tunnel, boring deep into her loins. Sarah moaned and panted, trembling as the waves began to lash her belly and dart up her thighs.

Suddenly Duke’s tongue was gone.

“Don’t you dare stop!” she wailed, jerking her ass up and looking back over her shoulder. Duke was crouching behind her, his hind-quarters lowered, his tail lashing and his teeth bared. For an instant, they gazed into each other’s eyes. His amber orbs were glowing as if an inferno was raging within his skull, and looking under him, she saw that the swollen head of his massive prick was glowing even brighter. That naked red slab looked like an incandescent light bulb on the end of his hairy black cock. Then Duke sprang.

His chest hit her ass and his front paws wrapped firmly around her hipbones, dragging her back towards him. He was mounted on her ass like a gargoyle on a wall, clinging to her haunches tenaciously. The great lever of his prick was standing upright, the underside pressed against the crack of her ass and his knob dripping down his hairy stalk. Holy shit! He wants to fuck my cunt! Sarah realized, gasping at the thought. Duke’s hindpaws scrabbled on the carpet and his flanks rippled and heaved. He humped, his powerful haunches slamming out and driving his prick against the back of Sarah ‘s thigh. She felt his smoking hot prick bump against her, dribbling slime down her leg.

The brute humped again, missing the hairy target in his frantic attempts. This time his cock-head rebounded from the cheek of her ass. The doggy, frustrated by being mounted with his cock still unburied, whimpered. Sarah realized that even though the Great Dane had been able to clamp himself to her haunches, he would not be able to get his cock up her cunt-hole by himself. If Duke was going to fuck her cunt, she was going to have to help him get in. Otherwise, he could only batter away at her ass and the backs of her thighs, his cock angled wrong.

But did she want to help him get his cock up her fuckhole? Sarah wondered, shaking her head and tossing her blonde hair about. Letting the doggy lap her pussy wasn’t really very naughty, and jerking him off was just sort of fooling around, but to actually let the dumb brute shove his hairy prick up her pussy and fuck away until he spurted all his hot, thick doggy jism into her–that, she knew, was really depraved, really wicked and degenerate. Yet the thought of having that huge, rock-hard dog cock plunging into her cunt was wildly exciting–all the more exciting because it was so wicked.

She knew how his prick throbbed and pounded in her fist when she was jerking him off, and how all that creamy fuckjuice came hosing from his pisshole in great spurts, and the horny girl could just imagine what it would feel like to have his massive cock slamming away into her pussy. And then, at the creamy conclusion, to feel his steaming dog-cum flood her fuckhole. Undecided, wanting to get fucked by the beast, and yet hesitant to take her depravity to such depths, Sarah gave her ass a shake as if to dislodge the doggy. But Duke only clung more firmly to her hipbones and humped again. This time his long, black-sheathed cock came sliding up between the cheeks of her ass.

Sarah moaned as she felt the naked meat of his glowing cockhead nudge at the tight brown bud of her asshole and his thick, throbbing stalk pulsate in the crack of her ass. His bloated balls pressed into her crotch. She reached back under her belly and cupped his ballsac in her hand, squeezing gently. She could feel his hard nuts jiggle inside the hairy bag and he was so swollen with a cum load that she thought she could feel the slimy stuff sloshing around in his balls. She fondled his cumsac and Duke whined. His haunches trembled and his cock throbbed up the crack of her ass.

He pulled back slowly, his hairy cock stalk and naked knob sliding down between the cheeks of her ass, towards her crotch. Sarah shuddered with desire. Her hips shot out from side to side. Her weight shifted from one knee to the other, hiking the cheeks of her ass up and down. Her pussy was smoldering and steaming. Cuntjuice gushed out and ran down her thighs and her fuck button throbbed, standing out stiff and taut in the creamy flow.

The dog’s tongue had started the job and now the randy woman was desperate to come again–and longing to have her cunt stuffed full of dog cock. Sarah slowly smiled. Fucking hell, she thought. I just got to let this big son of a bitch fuck my ass off! Her last inhibitions and doubts ebbed away, replaced by pure desire. If she felt guilty or ashamed afterwards, she could cross that bridge when she came to it. The bridge that she wanted to cross now was that hairy span between her cunt and Duke’s balls! Duke yelped and whined and humped, missing her cunt again, his prick- knob sliding through her crotch and squeezing out below her hairy cunt mound. Sarah stared down past her swinging tits and tense belly, and saw the naked red meat of his cockhead throb in her gold bush.

She thought how wonderful it would be to feel that hot slab pounding away in the very depths of her fuck tunnel. Her hand slid up from his balls and folded around the root of his cockshaft. Duke growled in his throat and stopped humping, standing rigid over her haunches, perhaps realizing that manual assistance was about to be offered. His bushy tail slowly switched from side to side.

“You want cunt, boy?” Sarah whispered in a husky voice. “Ummm? Do you want that nice big prick stuck up my hot, wet fuckhole?” Duke yelped with enthusiasm, and his hairy cockstalk bucked in her fist. Sarah ‘s hand slid up his prick and caressed his slick red crown. Preliminary spunk bubbled from his pisshole and she rubbed it into his slippery fuckmeat with her thumb. She brushed her forefinger against the sensitive spot where his cockhead flared out from his shaft and the thick vein spread into his naked slab.

Sarah was shaking and trembling with expectation, yearning for a cuntful of that massive, iron-hard dog cock, teasing both of them by delaying that coupling. Her whole body jerked and wriggled, and her fat tits swayed under her as her ass heaved up and down. His paws dug into the hollows in front of her hipbones. The brute’s long red tongue was hanging out, and doggy slobber dripped onto Sarah ‘s jerking ass. She stroked slowly back on his cock, her fist skimming down toward his balls and skinning the hairy sheath back so that the naked meat of his cockhead flared out in a wide wedge, cum oozing from the cleft. Her hand cupped his balls again and caressed them, loving the way they ballooned in her palm, longing for the magic moment when the dumb brute emptied his steaming hot load into her cunthole.

Slimy ribbons of scum trickled down from his cock and matted his hairy sack. Her hand pulled up again, sliding along the slippery, cum- drenched fuckrod. She fingered his naked slab again and more slime bubbled out. Sarah was enjoying fondling the beast’s cock and balls, but now she was afraid that the brute might blow his wad too soon, before she got that big fucker stuck up her pussy. It had been bad enough to find out that Freddie, who had looked like such a talented fuck, had been a premature ejaculator–Sarah didn’t want to risk a repetition with Duke! She slid her hand back to the hilt of the dog’s jabbing prick and tightened her grip around the hairy roots. Tilting her wrist, she jerked his cock down into her crotch and, at the same time, tilted her ass a bit higher.

The dog’s cock was at the right angle now, and his dripping fuck-knob was aimed directly at her open pussy. Duke stood stiff, panting, his flanks heaving in and out and his amber eyes aglow. His cock pounded in her fist and his cock loomed out like the warhead of a guided missile targeted on her juicy fuckhole. Sarah shoved her hips back and guided the dog’s prick into her pussy. She fitted the slimy tip of his cockhead into her open cuntlips. Duke yelped and pawed at the carpet. His knob flared in the entrance of her fuckhole and her cunt muscles sucked and dragged on his naked cock- meat.

Sarah pulled his cockhead into her twat. “Oh! Oooooh–” she moaned when she felt that huge slab of red-hot crown fill her cunt. She turned her wrist, rubbing his cockhead up and down in her pussy and brushing it against her pulsing clit. Then she pulled him deeper. And the head of the fat wedge of his naked cock vanished into her cunt-slit. Her pink pussylips collared his hairy fuck-stalk just behind the crown. With his cockhead buried, his long, thick fuckrod stood out like a bolt between them, fixing his balls to her crotch. Sarah drew her hand away, knowing that now that his cock was buried, the doggy would know what to do without needing any further guidance. His balls swung slowly in and out, the folds of her pussy lips caressed his shaft, rippling and pulling, slippery on the shaggy sheath.

Cum still trickled down his fuckrod, but now that cum was streaked with lashings of cuntjuice, matting his bristly stalk and dribbling onto his balls. Their mingled juices glistened like quicksilver on his black cockshaft, thick drops dripping off and splattering on the carpet. They held that position for a long moment, only the head of his cock stuck up her pussy, his long prickstalk standing out. Duke quivered and panted. His tail twirled like a propeller. Sarah was squirming, groaning and whimpering as she worked her fuck slot around on the dog’s buried cockhead and waited for the rest of his enormous prick to slam into her loins. She twisted her hips, winding her juicy slot around on the big slab of his knob and rubbing it against her frenzied fuck button.

“Pour it to me, Duke,” she gasped. “Oh, shit–pump that prick up my cunt, boy! I want it! Give it all to me–give me every fucking inch!” Duke’s big, muscular body stiffened, his hindquarters tensed, ready to plunge, and his tail flicked up and down. His front paws dragged her back by the hips, and with a joyous yelp, he plunged his prick into her. His long, thick fucker went in balls-deep with the very first thrust. Sarah gasped. Duke held it up her fuckhole for a moment. He was thrilling to the pure ecstasy of having every inch of his big prick buried in her steaming cunthole and Sarah gurgled with the joy of having her creamy cunt stuffed to the brim with throbbing cock-meat. Her cuntlips were wide open, plastered around the hairy roots of his prickshaft. Frothy cuntjuice oozed out and ran down onto his swollen balls.

Sarah had never known such bliss, had never before had such a wonderful cuntful. Oh, how glad she was that she had decided to fuck with the dog! She knew now that she was not going to feel any regrets. It was far too wonderful for any misgivings. He clung to her haunches, panting. His weight pressed her ass down, and the rock-hard lever of his cock tilted her crotch up at the same time. She was mounted by a dog! It was an animal prick pounding in her fuckhole! The dark knowledge of her depravity added a new dimension to the physical thrill of the throbbing penetration, the bestial coupling. Her cuntlips sucked on his hairy cock root, and the juicy walls of her fuck tunnel rippled as they molded themselves around the contours of his shaft and knob, caressing through every pulsating inch. Her cunt muscles tightened in a series of concentric rings, rippling up his cock-shaft from root to knob, as if the woman had a secret hand inside her loins, jerking the dog off with her cunt. Sarah began to fuck before the doggy did. She drew her pussy up his prick an inch or two, slowly, dragging through every hairy inch. Her cunt squished as she pushed back and stuffed it full again.

Cuntjuice seeped out as the dog’s fat cock plugged her brim full. Duke yelped and growled and twitched. Bracing his haunches, he drew his dripping cock out until only the tip was lodged in her slot, paused for a moment, then slammed it all back into her. “Oh!” Sarah wailed. His cockhead felt like a lump of iron deep inside her loins, and his thick stalk was wedging up her fuck tunnel like a heated crowbar. The brute humped again, plunging in balls-deep. He tilted her heart- shaped ass up as he plowed in, then pressed her down under his weight as he drew out. Sarah moved with the dog, in counterpoint. She shoved her ass back to meet his prick as he plowed up her pussy, then jerked her hips from side to side as he pulled back, so that her fuck-hole was winding around his rod like a juicy nut screwing onto a hairy bolt. “Fuck–fuck–fuck!” she gasped, each time she felt his prick slam into her.

Duke howled like a wolf, whimpered like a cur, yelped like a hyena. He had balled his share of bitches, but no bitch had a cunt like this one. Duke was in doggy heaven as he plunged up her steaming pussy. His balls swung in and out, slapping into her crotch as his prick went in to the hilt. Sarah churned and squirmed in ecstasy, gurgling and groaning as the brute whipped his cock into her relentlessly. His cock was stuffing her so full that when he jerked back he was pulling her pussy-lips out as if they were elastic, almost turning her cunt inside out. She could feel every pounding inch of his prick as it plunged into her. The animal’s energy and vitality were greater than any man’s she had ever known, his bestial enthusiasm thrilling her mind as well as her body. She pumped under him, panting like a dog herself, loving his fuckmeat and longing for his cream.

His hairy rod hissed as it slid up her pussy, like a heated iron rod dipped in a blacksmith’s cooling tub–but there was nothing cool about her fuckhole. Sarah was getting so hot she thought she might ignite, burst suddenly into flames–flames that could only be doused by the thick foam of the dog’s meaty fire extinguisher as he creamed. She dipped lower so that every inch of his long prick rubbed against her fiery fuck bud as Duke pounded into her pussy. She reached back with one hand and fondled his balls, loving them in advance for the precious load of slime they were going to squirt into her. Her tits swayed under her kneeling form as she jerked and churned. Her pretty face had contorted into a mask of lust, framed by her cascading blonde hair, eyes narrowed and lips parted, panting. Her cunt began to melt on his driving cock like a wax candle around a flaming wick.

Her fuckhole loosened as Duke whacked his cock in, then clamped tight and dragged on his stalk and crown as he frantically pulled out again. Duke was pouring his prick to her faster as the thrill built up in his loins. His balls swelled, nearing the bursting point. His hairy cockshaft pulled out with a slurping sound, drenched with cunt cream, then slammed back in to the hilt, shaking Sarah ‘s ass and hips, rattling her bones. He was pounding into her furiously, fucking her cunt to jelly, and the horny actress wailed with the bliss of it. “Coming! Coming!” she whimpered. Her eyelashes fluttered over her glazed green eyes, and her panting lips worked as if she were sucking on a mouthful of cock. Her nipples stood out like valves from the swinging mounds of her tits and her clit was throbbing explosively.

“Oh, shit! Cum boy, cream in me–squirt your sweet slime up my fuckhole!” she gasped, wanting the dumb brute to shoot into her as she reached the crest. Duke might not have understood her words, but he understood the swirling sensation in his cock and balls. He howled as if in agony, and whipped his prick in furiously. His balls ballooned and thundered as his cock filled her cunt. His tail shot out straight behind his grinding haunches, and his cock buried itself in her pussy as the dog’s massive, over-inflated balls erupted. The thick jism came rushing up his hairy fuck rod. Deep inside her cunthole, his naked cockhead expanded and his pisshole gaped wide. Sarah wailed in joy.

A steaming stream of doggy cum hosed her fuckhole, pouring into her in a slimy rope. Duke howled and humped again, squirting another jism jet into her. When she felt the bestial fuck-juice drenching her cunthole, Sarah fairly screamed with bliss and her own coming peaked. Her clit detonated and her cunt flooded with cum cream. Spurt after spurt poured from the dog’s prick as he hammered relentlessly into the girl’s cunt. His balls seemed to be inexhaustible, the sweet stuff was shooting out by the bucketful. As his tight-fitting fucker slammed in, cum and cunt-juice sprayed out, pumped from her pussy-slit by his huge piston.

Cream frothed in her crotch and poured down her trembling thighs. Duke pulled back, and the pointed head of his fiery red cock appeared in her creamy slot. Then he shoveled it back into the melting depths of her cunt. His cock was plunging into her so deep that Sarah imagined she could taste his fuckjuice, that the delicious stuff was pouring into her mouth from out of her gullet. Her beautiful head switched from side to side as her young ass jerked and bucked under the pounding brute. With no signs of flagging, Duke plunged on, drenching her fuckhole with rivers of doggy cum. His haunches were a dark blur as he pounded into her even faster, and each time another dose of cum flooded her, Sarah ‘s fuck bud sparked again and more cunt cream poured into her tunnel. Her cunt seemed as insatiable as his cock, her cream as abundant as his doggy spume. His cum squirted into her, and her pussy nectar swirled out, blending with his spunk, filling her fuck tunnel and gushing from her open pussy-lips. His cock was soaking with their cream as it drew out, then slammed balls-deep again.

Yelping and howling, Duke whipped his cockmeat into her, hosing her smoldering cunt with his frothy deluge, and Sarah wailed and gasped as the waves of ecstasy rippled across her belly and shot up her thighs. At long, long last the doggy slowed down. His balls were drained now, but his prick was still hard as a stone as he slipped it in and out of her cum-soaked fuck tunnel. Sarah squeezed his balls, as if trying to coax a few last drops out of them. Her cunt sucked on his fuckmeat hungrily. Full of doggy jism, she still wanted more. Duke was pumping his prick into her very slowly now, winding down, like some big, black fucking machine running out of phallic fuel. But the insatiable young woman continued to buck and heave under him at a frantic tempo as she worked off her last spasms and milked out the final drops of her own climax. Then she too, slowed. Duke panted over her, his cock still stuck up her, and his front paws still clamped tight to her hipbones. A last drop of slime slid out of his pisshole and trickled into her soaking pussy. Sarah sighed and rested her head against the couch, a dreamy smile on her lips, satisfied and yet very much aware that the brute’s prick was still in her cunt–and still hard. Sarah was amazed at how wonderful it was to get fucked by a dog. And, standing in the doorway, Freddie Plumber found it pretty damned amazing, too …

Chapter 6

When Freddie had left Sarah ‘s apartment, bitterly ashamed and embarrassed by his inability to get another hard-on, the pitiful fellow had turned into the nearest bar and ordered a stiff whisky–as if to compensate for his less-than-stiff prick. He had drained the glass at a single gulp, but unlike his balls, the glass could be instantly refilled, and he ordered another drink. Standing at the bar, he thought wistfully about the beautiful woman he had so miserably failed. He’d had plenty of girls in the past, and disappointed most of them by his lack of control. But he’d never had a girl as beautiful or as sexy as Sarah .

Oh, how he groaned, regretting his condition! He remembered her black- juicy pink fuckslot, streaming with cunt cream, open and inviting–and then grimaced as he recalled how his hot fuckjuice had squirted out onto that sweet pussy before he had gotten in it. He thought about her sensual, full-lipped mouth, imagining the joy of having her suck hungrily on his cock, the ecstasy of hosing her with his thick slime and having her swallow it down with relish. Freddie concentrated on his cock and balls, willing his fuck rod to harden, his balls to refill. It stayed limp. Then the poor bastard had another idea. He felt that he owed Sarah a coming, and if his prick failed, then by all rights he should have at least sucked her off.

Why hadn’t he thought of that before? Thinking of it now, his tongue began to tingle. He was ignoring his prick and concentrating on his tongue and lips now, thinking about licking Sarah ‘s clit and tongue- fucking up her pussy and sucking her cunt cream out as she whimpered and moaned and melted. He wondered if he should go back to her apartment and offer to give her some head? And then a strange thing happened. Freddie became aware of a tingling sensation in his groin, and looking down in amazement, he saw that the front of his pants stood out like a tent around a tentpole. Freddie had a hard-on! He could hardly believe it! But he knew what had happened. Because he had been ignoring his cock and balls, as he thought about using his mouth on Sarah, his psychological hang-ups had failed–and his prick had been able to respond. A huge smile spread across Freddie ‘s face. He wasn’t sure if Sarah would have welcomed him back with only a stiff tongue, but he felt damned sure that she would welcome his enormous hard-on.

Without even finishing his second drink, he turned on his heel and marched out of the bar, his hips thrust out, his hard-on proudly displayed in the front of his pants. He returned to Sarah ‘s apartment and let himself into the hallway. Pausing, he could hear juicy sounds–heavy panting and gasping coming from the front room. He heard a loud gasp, then a soft moan. He faintly heard a hissing, slurping sound that he assumed was being made by Sarah ‘s fingers as she shoved them up her cunt. He grinned, pleased that the girl would soon have something much nicer than fingers up her creamy pussy. He started down the hall, then halted. Freddie was inordinately proud of his new erection, and figured it would be a good idea to put it on display–to let Sarah see how stiff his prick was at first glance.

He whipped his zipper down and his cock came storming out of his fly, bucking and jolting with vitality. Cock first, the happy fellow walked down the hallway and turned into the central room, the scene of his previous failure–and stopped dead in amazement. “Holy shit!” he whispered. His eyes bulged out like a pair of hard-boiled eggs and his jaw dropped open so wide it was almost resting on his breastbone. His naked cock towered up before him, angled high, the head so hot it was smoking.

It was truly an inspirational sight. Sarah was kneeling, her head on the couch, her ass hiked up and her massive Great Dane mounted on her sweet ass, steadily driving his hairy black prick up her fuckhole! Cuntjuice, thick and creamy and streaked with doggy slime, gushed out of her open pussy, running down her thighs and drenching the dumb brute’s plunging prick. Freddie ‘s lips moved wordlessly. He could hear the dog’s cock slide into her hole, pumping up her fuck channel with moist squashing sounds. Her ass jerked wildly about, and Sarah wailed with the bliss of it. She was obviously at the crest, her cunt melting, and the savage beast was pouring it to her, ready to get his rocks off. Abandoned to their shared ecstasy, neither the girl nor Duke were aware of the man in the doorway.

What the fuck should he do? Freddie wondered. He thought about rushing over and dragging the dog’s prick out of her cunt, to slap his own hard-on in there instead. But he didn’t think that Sarah would be pleased to know that she had been caught getting screwed by her dog, and besides, Freddie was afraid of the big brute. Then all need of a decision was taken from him. As he stared at the incredible sight, watching the dog’s hairy black cock slam in and out of her steaming fuckhole, Freddie ‘s balls swelled and his prick thundered. He looked down at his cock in dismay–and his scumbags blew. Freddie ‘s fuckjuice came spurting out of the head of his cock in a creamy geyser. He came so hard that his ass and hips jumped back on the recoil. His jism arched in a long parabola, a creamy jet, flying halfway across the room and splattering on the carpet behind the Great Dane’s heaving ass.

Freddie had been so inspired by seeing Sarah taking dog cock that every drop of his cum load spurted out in that single massive jet. He staggered, his legs turning weak, his loins hollow and drained. His spent spunk glistened on the floor, a slimy trail leading from his cockhead almost to the couch. A slender gossamer thread of jism, like a cobweb, stretched from his pisshole to the carpet–and once again, to his sorrow, Freddie ‘s balls were empty. The poor actor gazed at his crotch and sobbed as he watched his cock, so proud and firm a moment before, slowly sink down in a limp coil, and his balls, so full of fuckjuice when he’d walked in, shrink and shrivel. He gnashed his teeth and rolled his eyes and almost burst into tears. Once again, premature ejaculation had confounded the unhappy bastard. He grasped his prick in his hand and gave it a vigorous tug, but the damned thing just retracted further, slipping from his fist like a slippery worm.

Sarah and Duke were still fucking frantically away as the doggy emptied his potent balls into her cunt and she melted around his spurting fuck rod. Freddie looked at them enviously, shaking his head.

Then he moved quietly from the room, tucking his useless prick back into his pants. There was no point in staying now. His cock and balls were drained, and with that huge dog prick, Sarah would have little use for a man’s tongue tonight. There was no point in letting her know that her depraved dog-fucking had been witnessed.

Sad and sorrowful, the pitiful premature ejaculator let himself out of the apartment, and limp-pricked and empty-balled, returned to the bar to drown his grief. And he was right, too. Now that Sarah had discovered the joys of dog cock, what did she want with a man? What she wanted, in fact, was more dog cock. And by a happy coincidence, Duke’s hard prick was still buried in her cunt. Sarah wriggled slightly tentatively. Duke’s cock ripped in her cunthole very promisingly. She cupped his balls and smiled when she felt his huge scumbags begin to swell again.

She looked back over her shoulder, seeing his big head hovering over her, drooling onto her ass. She saw too, a mysterious line of jism, glistening like the track of a snail, running along the carpet from the doorway almost to the dog’s haunches. But never for a moment suspecting that anyone had been there to witness her degenerate joy, she assumed that Duke’s cock must have been dripping when he first sneaked across the room toward her upthrust ass.

“Wanna fuck again, boy?” she purred. “Woof!” Duke responded, wagging his tail. Sarah push-pulled her pussy on his stationary, iron-hard prick, frigging through an inch or two. His powerful body began to quiver. Although she had creamed wonderfully on their first fuck, her ever- ready pussy was starting to simmer again. Sarah was ready for another doggy fuck. But then, since they had already done it doggy style, she wondered if it would be possible to couple face to face with a dog. She wasn’t at all sure. But she was damned well going to find out! Sarah tried to squirm off the Great Dane’s prick, moving forward, but the potent brute clamped his paws tighter around her hipbones and shuffled along after her ass, keeping his cock buried. She shook her ass, but he moved with her, dancing on his hindlegs.

His fat prick was well jammed up her hairy cunt, and she couldn’t seem to drag it off. Her pliable cuntwalls were molded to the outline of his long prick and flaring knob, so that he was stuck up her fuckhole as if it were a Chinese finger puzzle. Holy shit, Sarah suddenly thought, as a worrisome idea struck her. She knew that two dogs often became stuck together after fucking, and now she wondered if maybe Duke’s cock was stuck up her cunt in the same way. The idea of having a cuntful of thick doggy prick, in itself, was not at all unpleasant, but Sarah wondered how long it took before the dog’s cock would soften and retract. She knew little about dogs, she had no idea. It struck her as sort of funny that, having just been fucked by a dog, she knew nothing whatsoever about doggy breeding habits.

She wriggled and squirmed. Duke’s cock stayed lodged up her cunt- channel. Oh, wow–will I have to crawl over to the telephone and call for help? she wondered. That, to say the least, would be embarrassing. And who should she phone, anyhow? A doctor? A dentist, accustomed to removing teeth from their sockets? Maybe a plumber who knew how to unclog a drain, or a dog breeder who would be familiar with the problem? And would it be more embarrassing to have a total stranger come to her assistance than someone she knew intimately? Getting more and more concerned, her mind darted wildly about.

Sarah renewed her efforts to uncouple, thrashing frantically realising that if the truth evert became public her career was over shot down in doggy cum. Duke woofed and yelped and clung to her, mounted on her ass like a stuffed trophy. She reached between her thighs and got a good grip on his balls. They weren’t as bloated as they had been before he came, but they were swelling up all over again. She tugged back on his balls as she jerked her ass forwards. An inch of hairy stalk pulled out of her slot, dragging her cuntlips along with it. Sarah switched her grip, folding her fist around the root of his rod. She began to twist and turn her cunt as she held his prick stationary. Inch by inch, Duke’s cock slid from her gash.

The dog, quite content to be stuck up her, whined, and his haunches humped as he tried to slam his fuckmeat back in. But Sarah held him firmly, and continued to squirm and twist as she unwound her fuckhole from his meaty plug. She pulled all of his long black cock out, and only the naked meat of his cockhead remained stuck in her cunt, flaring and throbbing, spreading her open. With a last jerk, she pulled her pussy free. Duke yelped and hopped down to the floor. Sarah fell forward against the couch, breathing heavily. Her vacated cunt was gaping open and steaming as cum and cuntjuice gushed from the abandoned tunnel, soaking her groin and pouring down her thighs.

The Great Dane thrust his head into her crotch from behind and began to lap at the overflow. Sarah ‘s ardor had diminished as she struggled to free herself, but as his wet tongue slapped into her pussy and dragged over her fuck button, she began to heat up again. She smiled. Now that she knew it was possible to uncouple, there was no reason why she shouldn’t enjoy another cuntful of doggy prick, and let the faithful beast unload his fuckjuice into her again.

But she wanted it face to face this time, for the variety of it and so that she could look up and see the big brute as he hammered away, see the depraved reality of the bestial coupling, adding a visual, physiological thrill to the fiery sensation in her cunt. Duke’s muzzle was buried into her crotch, under her ass, his tongue flashing up her pussy. Sarah raised one knee and twisted around, rolling over. Her thigh crossed over the dog’s head and shoulders so that she had turned fully around without losing contact with his tongue. Now she was sitting on the floor, her back against the edge of the couch, her knees raised and her thighs parted.

The Great Dane stood before her, his head down in her crotch, slurping away with gusto, lapping the slime of their previous encounter out of her flooded pussy. His head bobbed up and down like a rocking horse. His bushy tail swirled behind him. The beast was making soft, moist whimpering sounds as he fed. Sarah reached down and stroked his head. Her other hand caressed her fat tits, kneading the firm mounds and pulling at the stiff tips. She moaned softly. Duke’s nimble tongue felt lovely, as always, and it was tempting to let him finish the job. But now that she knew the delights of doggy cock, Sarah wanted to get stuffed again, instead of creaming on his tongue which, after all, was no novelty.

She pulled Duke’s muzzle out of her dripping cunt. The dog tilted his head and cocked an ear inquisitively. This was a memorable day for the dog, as well as for his mistress. He was learning new tricks, and he was eager to proceed with his education and training. Sarah stroked his head and he whined. Thick ribbons of pearly cuntjuice streaked his muzzle and flecked his lips. His tongue lolled out, running heavily with doggy slobber and pussy cream. Sarah slid up onto the couch, her ass perched on the edge, and her long, shapely legs extended, heels on the floor and thighs parted wide. In this position, Sarah ‘s soaking crotch was elevated to the level of Duke’s head. The Great Dane sniffed, whined and shoved his muzzle into her cunt again. His tongue slithered up her cunthole and Sarah moaned. The long, thick lapper seemed to be plunging as deep as a prick. Her cuntwalls and lips sucked on the dog’s tongue, and her fuck bud throbbed against the slippery red prickmeat.

Cuntjuice poured down into the crack of her ass, and Duke bobbed his head down and slurped it back up greedily. As his tongue flipped up, cream sprayed onto her slim belly and into her tangled cunt bush. She reached down and spread her cuntlips wide open, stretching the folds, urging the doggy to lap as deeply up her fuck tunnel as he could. Her thumbs flicked across her clit, and she slipped a finger up into her pussy alongside his flashing lapper. Again, she was tempted to cream his tongue–and again, she wanted cock even more. She patted the cushion beside her ass, coaxing Duke to hop up. But the brute was reluctant to stop feasting, and continued to slap his tongue into her cunt gash.

Sarah grasped him by the collar and dragged his head and shoulders upward. His haunches tensed and he sprang up, planting one big forepaw on either side of her hips. His prick loomed out over her belly, the naked knob pulsing and the hairy fuck rod throbbing. Sarah gazed adoringly at his prick meat, over the thrust of her tits. His cockhead was pumping in and out as if it were being inflated. The red slab was slippery and slick with her cuntjuice, and a few drops of spunk oozed from his open pisshole and trickled down the smooth slope. Sarah licked her lips. Oh, how fucking delicious that big doggy prick looked! Sarah had never sucked the dog’s cock, although she had thought about it before this–just as she had thought about letting him screw her, without really thinking that it would ever happen. But now the fucking had happened, and it had been wonderful. Naturally, the oversexed nymph wondered what a mouthful of dog cock would be like.

She folded her hand around his thick prick and moved his cockhead down, tapping it against her stiff nipples and then nudging it into her deep cleavage. Duke yelped and humped, driving his prick up between her tits. The dripping knob slid onto her breastbone and ran up into the hollow of her throat. She cupped her tits together, deepening the crack. Duke titty-fucked through the smooth crack, his slick prick laying a slimy track.

Was it more depraved to suck a dog’s cock than it was to take it up her cunt? she wondered. But that no longer mattered to her now. Sarah had become a confirmed animal lover and the more depraved it was, the more exciting. Her head tilted down. As the Great Dane’s cockhead came squeezing out from her cleavage, she blew her warm breath onto it. The musky, gamey aroma of aroused dog cock wafted into her flushed face. She moaned, and her tongue ran across her lower lip. She bent her head lower, and when his cock came pushing out from between her tits again, she flicked her tongue against the angry red tip. Duke yelped, his big body quivering, muscles hunching in his haunches.

“Oooooh!” Sarah sighed, as the meaty flavor of dog cock tingled on her tastebuds, thrilling her to the core. She drew her dark head back, savoring that first taste. When he humped again, she met his cockhead with her flashing tongue, lapping and laving all over the wet meat. She could taste her own cuntjuice on his fuck-knob, along with the succulence of his cum seepage. More spunk bubbled onto her tongue and her saliva flowed down his cock. Duke had never had his prick licked before, except by his own tongue, and the brute was going wild with the sensation. He shoved his cock up into her face. The knob missed her lips and skimmed along her cheek, leaving a bubbling streak from his pisshole. Sarah gurgled with delight. His bloated balls, full of cum again, bumped against her chin.

She licked the hairy scumbags hungrily. Ball meat tasted subtly different from cockmeat, but almost as savory. She tongued all over his swollen balls, then licked up his shaggy fuck stalk. She knew she was in danger of getting hairs stuck between her teeth, but that was a small price to pay for such a taste treat. She tongued up and down his cockshaft, and then, coming to his knob, she kissed the fiery tip. Her lips parted slowly, and she took the fat slab into her mouth.

“Ummmmm! Ummmm!” she purred, as she nursed hungrily on the gamey mouthful of dog cock. Her cheeks hollowed in as she sucked, and her lips turned outwards, tightly gripping his prickhead. Duke growled and howled, thrilled by this new treat. He shoved his prick deeper into her mouth. His dripping prick slid right back into the entrance of her gullet and Sarah gagged, but held it there for a moment. When he drew back, she sucked through every precious inch.

Preliminary scum trickled onto her tongue. She let the slimy stuff run around on her tastebuds for a moment, savoring the taste and the texture, and she thrilled at the dark knowledge of her own depravity. She had a mouthful of dripping doggy prick! The psychological thrill was almost as great as the physical. She gurgled and sighed, and her throat pulsed as she swallowed his slime. Now she was in a quandary again. The preliminary seepage from his pisshole was so delicious that Sarah was yearning to let the doggy shoot in her mouth and to drink every drop of his steaming hot fuckjuice. But as she sucked on his prick, her pussy was getting so hot! She wanted to blow the brute, and yet she needed desperately to get her cunt fucked again! Ripples ran through his fuckrod.

It throbbed on her tongue and flared in her lips. He humped in and out desperately, and she knew that if she didn’t stop sucking him soon there would no longer be a decision to be made–he was going to unload his balls into her mouth at any moment! Oh, if only she had two doggies, she thought. If only she could suck one dog while the other shoveled his prick up her fuckhole! The prospect caused the horny girl to tremble. But at the moment she had only one dog and one prick, and Sarah felt as if her pussy was going to dissolve in the frenzy of her need.

Hating to forsake that succulent mouthful, but knowing her cunt took precedence, Sarah drew her lips away from the dog’s smoking hot cockhead. He whimpered and humped, desperate to bury his prick in that suction cup of a mouth again, but she turned her face aside, refusing to mouth him again, even though she was drooling for it. “I’ll suck you off sometime, boy,” she whispered, huskily. “Oh, yeah– and soon! God, I wanna drink your jism, you horny son of a bitch! I’m so hungry for your fuckjuice, I’ll milk your balls dry and swallow every drop. But now–” she broke off with a gasp. Gripping his prick firmly by the shaft, she dragged the long fuck rod down into her loins.

Duke had never fucked face to face before, and for a moment, the dumb brute was confused. He tried to shove his cock back up into her face, but Sarah turned her wrist and brought his prick down into her gaping, soaking pussy. She slid the tip up and down in her slippery crack and rubbed it against her fuck button. Duke stopped struggling and stood steady, his hindlegs braced on the carpet, his massive chest heaving as he panted.

Sarah squirmed to the very edge of the couch. Her smooth thighs clamped around the Great Dane’s hairy flanks. She slowly fed his cockhead into her fuckslot. Then she drew her hand away. For a moment, Duke did not react. His amber eyes were glazed as he puzzled over this new situation. But the beast was well aware that the head of his thundering prick was buried in Sarah ‘s steaming pussy, and it dawned on him that it would be possible to fuck her that way. It was a wonderment to the dog, who knew nothing about missionaries, let alone the missionary position. Sarah stared down at him expectantly. Duke gazed back at her.

Then his hindquarters heaved and the potent beast shoved his rock-hard prick all the way up the trembling girl’s soaking fuck tunnel. “Ahhhh!” she moaned, feeling her cunt stuffed to the brim by hot dog- meat. Her muscles began to pull and drag on his prick immediately. Duke held it all in her for a moment, his balls jammed tight to her grinding ass. Then he drew back slowly, pulling his prick out until only his prickhead was in her cunt. He paused and shoved in again, and yelped when he realized that fucking face to face was not only possible, but that it felt wonderful.

Bucking and plunging, the dog began to slam into her cunt in a frenzy. Sarah, overheated to begin with, began to cream almost with the very first stroke. His prick was angled so that every hairy inch was rubbing over her clit as it slid in and out of her fuckhole. His smoking hot cockhead was plowing as far up her cunt as it would reach, filling her fuck channel full.

“Ahhh–ooooh–umnum!” she gasped as the waves of ecstasy shot through her belly and raced up her trembling thighs. She fucked with the Great Dane, shoving her pussy down as he slammed into her, and grinding her ass and hips as he drew out. Sarah was in the throes of a multiple orgasm, her cunt and clit going off in rapid sequence, coming like a machine gun. Duke plowed on, stuffing her full, jerking his dripping fucker out, then shoveling it all the way up her pussy again. Her belly tilted up as his big prick filled her loins, and her ass jerked from side to side as he yanked back out.

She threw her legs around his flanks and locked her heels behind his haunches, riding him from below. Then she opened her legs wide again and arched her back deeply as the frantic brute hammered away at her. Her clit exploded, her cunthole creamed. Her fuck tunnel was flooded with cum juice and the dog’s tight-fitting prickshaft shot into her. His cock came out drenched with her juices, and when he whipped it back in, cream sprayed over her belly and thighs. His balls swung in and slapped against her ass, sloshing with their cum load. Sarah coiled like a spring, bowing and arching. Her heels drummed on the floor as her ass churned on the couch. The horny dog lover was in seventh heaven.

Why had she waited so long before she discovered the pure joy of dog-fucking? she wondered, anticipating all the future fucking they would be doing, even while this fuck was still in progress. Sarah ‘s eyelashes fluttered over misty eyes. Her lips parted, panting and drooling. The potent beast was fucking her to jelly, pounding her pussy relentlessly. She had never come so often or so dynamically before. She felt as if her whole body was melting, turning to cum cream and pouring out from her steaming fuckhole. Peak followed crest, each higher than the one before. She was creaming with such intensity that it frightened her–and she adored it.

Her cunthole jerked on his cock, pulling and sucking as he wedged and levered it in her pussy. Cum bubbled from his pisshole, running into her slot, adding to the lubrication. His prick was darting into her with thunderbolt strokes, lightning-fast thrusts. He poured the prick to her so fast now that she didn’t know if he was coming or going. Duke threw his head back and howled like a wolf baying at the moon. She felt his cock expand mightily.

“Yeah–yeah–shoot up me!” she cried. The brute plunged in balls-deep again, and suddenly his cock was going off like a howitzer. Great creamy lumps of fuckjuice splattered like fluid cannonballs in her cunt. Duke’s haunches slammed back on the rebound and her fuckhole clenched his prick tightly as it slid out. His jism was hosing her with such force that he almost blew her off the end of his cock. She could feel the steaming hot slime flooding her loins so abundantly that she thought it must be filling her whole body cavity, that her heart and lungs must be floating in a slimy sea of the seething stuff.

Pulling out, he dragged her cuntlips with his prickshaft, pulling the folds after him. Then he pounded in to the hilt again, and more jizz pumped into her pussy. Time was suspended. Sarah thought that she had been coming forever, that the doggy had been pouring his jism into her cunthole for an eternity. Geysers and jets splashed into her melting fuckbox, more cum spurting out on every stroke. At the highest peak, Sarah cried out in ecstasy and collapsed back onto the couch. Duke pumped into her pussy a few more times, draining the dregs of his hot, thick, volcanic eruption. Then, still jammed up her cunt, he slumped over her, panting and heaving. His spent cock twitching inside her.

For a few moments, neither dog nor woman moved, except for their equally heavy panting. Sarah felt Duke’s cock begin to soften and diminish inside her pussy. Her cuntwalls rippled on his shrinking prick. This time they were not stuck together–perhaps because it was his second coming, or maybe because they had done it face to face. As his cock grew soft and limp, it came sliding easily out of her cunt. Sarah twisted around. She held his drained balls in her hand, palm upwards, and brought the head of his prick to her lips. His red cock was soft and rubbery now. She lapped at it, whimpering at the taste of cum and cuntjuice combined. She slurped the knob into her mouth and sucked hungrily on the delicious slab. Now that her cunt was satiated again, Sarah was in the mood to drink some jism.

But Duke was finished. As she sucked greedily on his softening prick, the big doggy hung his head as if, like Freddie Plumber, he was ashamed of his failure. But he had not failed. Sarah ‘s cunthole was brim full of fuckjuice, and it was only her greed that made her wish for a mouthful as well. She sucked and licked with all her considerable talent, hoping to get him hard again, longing for a bellyful of cum to complement the two cuntfuls she already had. But despite her oral skills, the dog’s cock continued to shrink, soften and draw back into his loins.

“Ummmm–c’mon, boy–” she coaxed, winding her slippery tongue around the slope of his cockhead. Duke whined pitifully and his prick refused to respond to her magic mouth. After a few moments, she gave up. With a sigh, she drew her lips away from his rubbery cock and leaned back on the couch. The succulent flavor of their blended cum juices lingered tantalizingly on her tastebuds. She tipped her golden head back, blonde hair falling over the cushions, and let the creamy delicacy trickle down her throat. It warmed her belly like a fine cognac–and whetted her appetite, making her ravenous for more. She hungered for a nice long suck on cockmeat followed by another creamy dessert of his coming. But Sarah realized that she was going to have to wait awhile before her doggy could come again, before she could enjoy the delight of sucking him off.

She was willing to wait, too, but it posed a problem, because by the time that Duke had a nice new hard-on and a full set of balls, Sarah ‘s pussy was going to be hot again. It would be the same dilemma that had confronted her before–horny at both ends, she wouldn’t know whether to suck him off or fuck him.

What she really and truly needed, she knew, was two dogs–or maybe even three or four! The thought of getting gang-banged in both mouth and cunt by a whole pack of horny hounds was driving Sarah wild with excitement. She began to think seriously about it, in all the juicy details. Her mouth was watering, and her cunt began to simmer all over again. Her fantasies were thrilling–could they become reality? Loving animal cock, she began to think of all the various places where animals were readily available.

To be continued…

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