With the very first lick, Molly had realized that she simply adored a mouthful of dog cock. She loved to make the brutes whimper and whine and feel their pricks swell up in her mouth, then milk the juice out of their swollen balls. She loved the taste and the texture and the temperature. It was true that the blonde felt ashamed of herself and had vowed never to blow a dog again… after the day was over… but at the moment, she felt obligated to give the black Doberman the same treatment she had given the boxer. It was only fair, she convinced herself. And having justified and reasoned the necessity of it, she approached the act eagerly.
The Doberman stood stiff-legged, his prick looming out under his panting belly, his head cocked to one side.
Molly began to crawl toward the Doberman on her hands and knees, licking her lips, gazing at his pulsing cockhead in happy expectation. It was, she promised herself, the last dog prick that she would ever suck, but she intended to enjoy it.
It didn't occur to the horny girl that, by crawling across the floor away from the boxer, on her hands and knees, she had assumed the pose of a bitch in heat.
The boxer's cock had softened somewhat after she had emptied his balls for him, but it hadn't gone down completely. And now, as he saw the woman in such a familiar position, his stout prick began to harden and rise into a brand-new erection. The boxer had been satisfied by the blowjob. He had adored it, certainly, but such sexual deviations were alien to his canine nature. It had felt wonderful, but it couldn't really be compared with true sex. A mouth was not a cunt. He hadn't been able to really grind the full length of his fat prick into her head, plunging in balls-deep as he always did when he was putting the prick to a bitch in heat. Thus, the dog had considered the blowjob more as a form of foreplay than a real sexual conclusion… just as when he tongued a bitch's cunt before he fucked her.
Now the boxer found himself looking right at Molly's cunt as she crawled away. Her hot fuckslot was foaming, the pink lips unfurled like the petals of a fleshy blossom, streaked with dew and oozing with sweet nectar. She crawled away from him. It aroused his hunting instincts. She even seemed to be wagging her tail as her sexy haunches squirmed in sexual arousal.
But a woman couldn't run as fast as a bitch, let alone crawl, and there was no low fence under which she might make her escape.
The boxer considered the situation.
His prick got bigger and harder and hotter, starting to pound like a jackhammer under his belly.
Molly didn't notice this.
Her attention was on that delicious-looking hunk of Doberman prick, and the other erection was rising behind her back as, in the doggy position, she crawled forwards.
Molly lowered her head and came in under the Doberman like a shark rising to attack a swimmer from below.
Her tongue pushed out, fluttering.
The blonde began lapping the glossy knob of the Doberman's prick, running her nimble tongue all over the meaty slab. It was every bit as tasty as the boxer's cock. She murmured and purred as she lapped his cockmeat. Then, taking the fat head into her lips, she began to pull and suck gently on his meaty mouthful. She held his cock with one hand and cupped his balls with theother, her elbows braced on the floor. But she didn't jack him. Since this was to be her last mouthful of dog cum, Molly was in no hurry to get it. She wanted to do it all with her mouth, and to make it last as long as possible. The best part of a blowjob was drinking the jism, of course, but Molly wanted to enjoy a lingering feast on the prickmeat course before she swallowed the creamy dessert.
The Doberman tensed and bounded up.
He wrapped his forelegs around her shoulders.
He had mounted her from the front just as he would have mounted her from behind, in the doggy position, clinging to her shoulders as if they were her haunches and fucking into her mouth just as if it were a cunt. His spine bowed, then arched. He poured the prick into her face, and Molly gave a little gasp. With the boxer, she had only mouthed his smooth cockhead and jacked the hairy stalk, but now she was getting the boxer's cock shoved right back into her throat.
But it thrilled her.
The dog was fucking her in the mouth! He was whimpering and whining and corkscrewing his prick in. The fat knob lodged in her throat, and she gagged as her air was cut off. But then he was withdrawing, and she purred with pleasure, sucking thr ough every inch of his long cock. The dog pulled out, paused, then drove in to the roots again. His bloated balls swung against her chin. Molly didn't have to do anything now… except suck and tongue. The dog had taken over, in sexual frenzy, and she was the passive partner, holding steady while he fucked her in the mouth. She removed her hands from his cock and balls and, elbows on the floor, supported her chin with her hands, letting the brute set the tempo, wanting him to fuck her face at his own rapid pace.
His cockhead wedged into her throat.
"Unghhh!" she gasped.
Then he drew back out and she sighed as his fat prick pulled through her clamped lips, as she sucked on every precious inch. He drew out until only his slippery, dripping cockhead was in her mouth, and she nursed on it, purring.
"Ummm," she whimpered.
The knob flared mightily.
Then he was fucking it in again.
Molly's tongue had gone wild, lashing and curling around under his knob and stalk, then folding into a little pink bridge over which his cock could travel to her throat, then slide as it pulled out again. Jism was oozing from his piss slit. It blended with her saliva, coating his cockshaft. His hairy prick steamed as the mingled juices evaporated in the air, then plunged in to be coated with more of the sticky stuff.
His cock got bigger and bigger.
The knob was flaring out so much that it pressed against both of her cheeks at the same time.
Her lips were turning damned near inside out as he withdrew, dragging them out with him.
Clinging to her shoulders, he humped furiously, his haunches driving in with low, underslung strokes, his spine twisting into an S-shape as his loins coiled in. His whole shaggy body was vibrating. But he was not ready to come yet.
Molly was glad that she had already milked his prick with her fist, so that, with the initial pressure released from his balls, the Doberman was going to last a long time, a long and wonderful time. She just adored having the dumb brute fuck her in the mouth.
"Ummm… ummm… ummm," she purred, pulling on his sweet dog meat as his pre-cum seeped into her mouth and ran down her throat.
Getting fucked in the mouth was almost as nice as getting fucked in the cunt, thought Molly.
She now wished she had a cuntful, too.
But that wasn't possible, not until her husband came home. Molly was not the sort of girl who would ever fuck a dog.
But her ass was wagging around just like a bitch in heat, and her pussy was creaming for stiff prick… and how was the poor, dumb boxer supposed to know that Molly did not fuck dogs?