Dog fucks woman story
Her questing tongue had fallen just short of the mark, frustratingly close. Her face turned from side to side as she switched from tit to tit, licking and sucking. Now she simply had to frig herself again.
Carson had already been up by the time that Catherine awoke so she hadn't had a morning fuck, either, and the oversexed blonde woman was feeling horny. But she couldn't let him out, or he would chase after Carson. The sexy woman was wondering how long her husband would be gone and whether she should wait for him to return, suffering her frustration, or give herself a handjob. A quiver ran through his body. Catherine wished that she were nimble enough to go down on herself! But she sighed, knowing how eager Carson was to look for the stag, reing herself to another fuckless morning of frustration.
She scooped up another fingerful out of her pussy and lapped it from her hand. Anyhow, he was only a dumb doggy. Saliva dribbled onto her tits as she mouthed herself enthusiastically.
A true sex story: my first time with a dog
But Carson said, "Stay, boy," and went out, closing the door behind him. Dammit, she thought. Her cunt mound was a bushy triangle of golden curls spreading out on the flat surface of her loins. But she had tried it, and failed. He probably wouldn't even notice what she was doing, she reasoned. Her fuck button stood out, stiff and tingling, from her juicy pussy. Although they owned one, Catherine obviously didn't know a lot about dogs.
The wife does dogs
This was the first day that they had been there. She began to fondle her big, heavy tits, kneading the tit mounds and the taut tits. Rex followed after him, giving a little yelp of excitement, thinking that he was going to have a chance to chase juicy bunnies in the woodlands. She had been shocked, at first, to realize that her little boy could shoot cum, but it had excited her, as well. Catherine moaned and squirmed, really turning on to her self-stimulation.
His ebony nostrils flared. The doggy was still standing by the closed door, one ear cocked up, hoping to be let out. In the city, the dog liked to chase cats and he knew that it would be even more fun to chase wild rabbits.
She arched her back, thrusting her big tits out temptingly toward Carson and giving her lush hips a suggestive twist. She was in the mood for a lingering handjob, enjoying the preliminaries before the creamy climax. She had forgotten all about the doggy.
Thinking about her young son jacking off was making Catherine hotter than ever. Sliding down so that her firm ass was resting on the very edge of the couch, Catherine drew her gown open. Then, too, Tommy might be back at the cabin by the time that Carson returned and, with the teenage boy there, what with the paper-thick wooden walls, they wouldn't be able to have a fuck, anyhow.
They had arrived late and weary, the night before, and had not had their usual bedtime fuck. No one would hit him with sticks, the way angry cat lovers did and, besides, cats had claws. Her pink pussy lips were unfurled like the petals of a fleshy flower, streaked with morning dew, and her open slot was flooded with cunt cream. Catherine was a noisy fuck, panting and moaning and whimpering loudly, and it was too embarrassing to let herself go when the boy might hear. Rex growled softly.
Feeling very naughty and depraved, the over-sexed woman had held the slimy sheet up to her face and licked at her son's jism. The cherry fuckjuice had been delicious and, naturally, Catherine had wondered what it would taste like to suck a load straight out of his sturdy young prick. She pushed her sticky finger into her mouth and sucked on it as if it were a prick.
His massive prick began to harden and his big scumbags swelled under his loins.
But Carson was paying no attention to his seductive wife at the moment. She gazed down at her steaming cunt, whimpering.
Her pussy was smoldering and she could feel a trickle of hot cuntjuice run down the inside of her thigh, while her stiff nipples stood out in twin peaks against her gown. Still unaware of the dog's interest, Catherine began to run her hands up the insides of her wide spread thighs, teasing herself by not yet touching her pussy.
She figured that Tommy would know damned well what those sounds meant.
The wife does dogs
Ducking her blonde head down, she stuck her tongue out and began to lick at her nipples and to run her tongue up through her cleavage. She knew that Tommy was no longer innocent, having found the sticky evidence on his bedsheets several times, although she supposed that he was still cherry and had never fucked more than his fist. A fingerfucking was nowhere near as satisfying as a prick, but it was a lot better than nothing, she knew.
But Carson was so eager to seek the stag that he failed to notice his wife. What a treat that would be! The slinky garment clung to her body, caressing her smooth flesh.
It was early in the day and she was still wearing only a frilly dressing gown. But Rex had become very much aware of his mistress. As the sweet aroma of steaming cunt drifted across the room, the big black brute raised his blunt snout, sniffed and whimpered.
The creamy stuff was delicious. She spread her thighs and arched her neck, looking right at her cunt.
Catherine glanced at the brute, feeling a little embarrassed at the thought of fingerfucking herself with the dog in the room. Now she slid one fingertip up through her slimy cuntslot, then brought her hand up to her lips and licked at her own pussy nectar. She gazed down the plane of her belly at her crotch.
She cupped her tits in both hands, lifting the globes and deepening her smooth cleavage. The fragrance of her smoldering cunt had wafted up to her flushed face, driving her wild with the double desire to suck cunt and be sucked. Waves of pleasure shot through her body. Catherine didn't begin frigging her cunt right away. Rex whimpered, looking puzzled. Her nipples exploded in her fingers and, as if by sympathetic vibration, her clit began to pulse. He had fucked a few bitches in his time, and the beast knew damned well what that fragrant aroma ified -- a female in heat! He whimpered with frustration.
Now Carson was already dressed, wearing a flannel shirt and corduroy trousers and sturdy walking shoes, his camera slung around his neck. The man was an enthusiastic amateur wildlife photographer and he was anxious to start stalking the elusive white stag that was rumored to roam the forest near the cabin.
He turned his head, eyeing Catherine with wide, amber eyes. Her nipples expanded in her lips, and her pussy began to flow heavily.
My best friend's wife
Through the semi-transparent silken material, the dark circles of her tit tips could be seen and, farther down, the triangular outline of her cunt mound was tantalizingly hinted at. She moved to the window and looked out, watching her tall, lean husband stride across the clearing and vanish into the trees.
After all, the Alsatian was only a dumb animal -- how could he know that bestiality was wrong? Carson had rented the rustic cabin for two weeks, hoping to get some pictures of the noble stag and combining a family vacation with his quest, had brought his wife and their son, Tommy, along with their family pet, Rex, the big black Alsatian, to the forest with him.
It was a perfectly natural response to that fragrant stimulation. The doggy forgot all about his desire to chase juicy bunnies, inspired by the scent of even juicier pussy.
A true sex story: my first time with a dog
Her failure had been so damned frustrating that she hadn't attempted it again, although the thought of giving herself head never ceased to thrill her. Carson moved toward the door.
She moved from the window and sat down on the couch. She remembered the first time she had discovered congealed cum on his sheet. Her ass twisted on the edge of the couch and her hips jerked in a fucking motion. Catherine gave him a look of annoyance. She had been able to lick her pubic mound but unable to get her nimble tongue onto her clit.
He could have at least thrown a quickie into me. Cunt juice poured down her hairy crotch and seeped into the crack of her ass. She would never do such a wicked thing, of course -- or so she had assured herself -- but the speculation had made her so randy that she had frigged her pussy to jelly, sitting on the boy's bed. Tommy had already gone out to explore the woods and, with the cabin to themselves, Catherine had been hoping for some prick.