The boxer had been a keen observer, watching his canine comrade fucking the woman's head, treating her mouth like a cunt… and leaving a perfectly good cunt unoccupied. He began to move towards them, his prick swaying and throbbing.
Molly's elbows were on the floor, her chin was in her hands and her ass was hiked up at the highest point of her kneeling body. Her legs were parted and, from behind, her pussy was readily accessible. The creamy fluids of her arousal poured down her thighs and her crotch was lathered with the stuff. The boxer watched her lips pull on the Doberman's thundering cock. The two dogs exchanged a glance. Then the boxer moved up be hind Molly, pushed his big, blunt snout into her fuckslit and began to lap her cunt eagerly.
Molly gave a little cry, the sound muffled on the meaty mouthful of the Doberman's prick.
The boxer's hot tongue slurped up her open pussy crack.
It felt wonderful, and Molly saw no reason why she should stop the brute. After all, she had given him some head, and it was fair that he return the favor.
She knew that she would be able to come on that hot tongue.
It felt better than any cuntlapping the blonde had ever received from her husband, she thought, as that long, rasping, nimble tongue slipped moistly up her fuckslot. But cuntlapping, to the dog, was only a preliminary.
The taste and scent of Molly's pussy were driving the big, powerful brute to a sexual frenzy.
Then he mounted her.
When Molly felt the beast's forelegs wrapping firmly around her hips and his belly jamming to her haunches, she realized her mistake, realized that she had been in a position that could hardly help but tempt a dog to mount her.
She had to stop him before he slipped his cockmeat into her.
Sucking dog prick was one thing, but she was still resolved never to get fucked by an animal.
He humped.
But he couldn't find her cunthole. Her crotch was angled differently from a bitch's, and the boxer had no previous experience in putting his prick into a human.
His knob bounced off her ass.
It skimmed up the inside of her thigh.
It wedged into her taut asscrack.
Seeing that the brute could not get it up her cunt, Molly saw no reason why she had to push him away. It did no harm to let him hump her asscrack, as long as he didn't get his cock in her cunt. And it would feel nice to have his cum squirt on to her ass, she thought. Still merrily mouthing the Doberman's prick, she squirmed and wriggled her ass around under the mounted boxer.
Suddenly, he got the angle right.
The head of his cock slid into her cunt.
Molly gasped and reached back between her legs, grasping the boxer by the balls, so that he could not drive his fuckshaft up her. Only the tip was lodged in her cunthole. She wouldn't let him go any deeper. On the other hand, it felt so lovely to have that swollen hunk of dog meat stuck in her pussy that she was not inclined to pull him back out, either. She just held him steady, feeling the tip of his hot prick pulse and ripple in her sucking cuntlips. As his cockhead expanded, it brushed against the throbbing button of her clit, causing Molly to give a little moan. She was still getting fucked in the mouth; she moaned on that sliding cockmeat.
The boxer was desperate.
With cunt so near, yet so far, with his knob imbedded, but his prickshaft restrained, he was going wild. He whimpered and whined in despair, the sound of his terrible frustration a pitiable thing.
Molly felt sorry for the boxer.
He needed it so badly.
His prick was pounding with need. And her cunt needed it, too! That shallow penetration, that lovely rubbing against her clit was making the horny woman as hot and desperate as the dog. Her pussy felt like a vacuum that was yearning to be filled.
She slackened her grip on his balls.
Another inch of dog cock slid into her.
That was all Molly would allow! She simply must not let the dog shove his cock up her! No matter how much he wanted it, no matter how much she wanted it herself, she must not do it!
Then the Doberman shot in her mouth.
Yelping with joy, the black brute slammed into her mouth with a deep thrust, and Molly felt his jism hose her throat. She gulped the hot, thick juice down. He squirted her with another sweet dose. Drinking the dog's cum, Molly lost all restraint and all resolve. It always made her hot to drink cum, to know that a man… or a dog… had spilled his jism into her mouth and now, with a cockhead surging at the entrance to her pussy, she was an inferno of lust.
Her hand slowly opened, releasing the boxer's balls.
The big dog braced his hindlegs and his haunches stiffened, then he slammed in to the hilt.
Molly had her first cuntful of dog prick!
She was still swallowing cum, moaning with the joy of that and gasping with the pleasure of having her cunt stuffed to the very brim with a fat, hammering cock.
She gulped and swallowed. Jism kept pouring out of the Doberman's ramrod prick, lacing her gullet, flooding down her throat. And now the boxer was starting to fuck her with energetic thrusts, his prick slamming in and out. Drinking a bellyful of cum, Molly found herself longing for a cuntful to go with it, to be filled with jism from both ends, to have her innards awash in the thick stuff.
She began to whip her ass around and to drive her hips back to meet the boxer's lunges, slamming her cunt onto his prick as he plowed savagely up her fuckhole.
The Doberman's cock and balls were emptied now.
Molly continued to nurse on his cockhead for a moment, milking out the last frothy drops, but now her interest was centered on the brute behind her. Her concentration shifted from sucking to fucking, and her tight pussy began to pull and drag on the boxer's hammering cock as if her pussy was a hungry mouth.
The Doberman's cock slipped from her lips with a popping sound, like a cork from a bottle.
It swayed and began to sag.
Molly automatically gave the knob a few parting tongue-strokes, polishing the shrinking dog meat. Then the Doberman had hopped down from her shoulders, and she was able to turn her full attention on the fact that her cunt was being stuffed by the boxer.
His cock felt like a heated crowbar as it wedged and fucked into the very depths of her loins. His prick knob was a lump of smoldering iron buried far up her belly, and his fuckshaft was spreading her cunthole out around it as it expanded.
Molly twisted, working her cunt around as he filled it, winding her pussy onto his prick. Her cunt muscles sucked on him, tightening in a series of circular squeezes that ran up his prick from root to knob, as if she were jacking him off with some internal hand, as if there were a mysterious mouth blowing him deep inside her churning pussy.
The boxer's furious fucking was driving her up and down. Her ass lowered as he withdrew, then tilted up as his massive cock surged up her cunt again. Her head was lowered to the floor, one cheek pressed to the carpet now, her face a mask of pure animal lust. Her eyes were narrowed and her lips were parted. A trickle of cum ran out from the corner of her mouth. It formed a glistening pool, like quicksilver, on the rug. Molly was shuddering and trembling, her whole soft; lush body vibrant with the thrill of it.
The boxer's heavy balls looped in like a weighted blackjack, whacking against her ass as his cock went in. His fat shaft and cockhead filled her to the brim, causing cuntjuice to pour out steadily as he pumped into her.
The thrill started to run up her thighs.
A wave rippled across her belly, followed by another, then yet a third, each wave crashing faster and reaching higher, then blending into one long, sustained peak. Molly was coming. She was dazed by the sensation. She didn't know if she was coming again and again, in a multiple orgasm, or if she was experiencing a single crest, prolonged at those ecstatic heights.
Then the dog, too, was at the crest.
He whimpered and his haunches flashed in, blurring, shoveling his frenzied prick into her.
Molly felt his hot jism rush into her cunt.
She gurgled with the joy of it, and her own lingering climax surged to a new peak as she creamed on the dog's spurting cock. He poured load after load up her cunt, and each time he spilled another dose, her pussy melted again.
At long last, he slowed down. He was still pumping into her, but his thrusts came with less power, less speed. Cum was still pouring out, but it was no longer spurting, he was emptying the last drops of his abundant load in a mere trickle.
Molly sank down on the floor.
As her crotch went down, she dragged the dog's prick down with her, forcing him to hunker down. He stood there, still stuck up her, his tongue lolling out and his jaw hanging open in a human-like grin as he panted with his exertions.
She crawled forward, trying to disengage.
She merely pulled the dog along with her, still coupled.
A terrible thought came to the girl! What if the dog was stuck up her, as often happened with dogs and bitches? What if she could not pluck his prick out of her pussy, if she was stuck on that fat cock, unable to disengage? Oh dear! What if the dog was still stuck up her cunt when her husband got home from work?
That, to say the least, would be embarrassing.
Jake would have to throw a bucket of cold water over them before they could uncouple!
Horrified at that prospect, Molly began to really squirm as she tried to haul her cunt off his cock, dragging him with her. But then she felt his prickmeat soften inside her. After a moment, as she pulled away, the long shaft came sliding slowly from her cunthole. As it slipped all the way out, Molly turned to look at the dog. He was sitting up on his haunches. His cock, semi-stiff now, hung down on the floor. His prick knob was lathered with cum and cuntjuice, and his piss slit was still oozing a slippery line of jism onto the carpet.
His cockhead, Molly thought, could use a polish.
And it was a shame not to swallow the residue of his climax, to taste his cock after it had been soaking in her cunt.
She slid toward him, belly down on the floor, her chin resting on the carpet, her tits dragging under her. The boxer didn't move as she approached, head down and ass up, like a playful puppy. She pushed her tongue out and lapped at his cockhead, then slurped it into her mouth and began nursing lovingly. It was soft and rubbery but, as she sucked, it twitched with a sign of new vitality. It was nice to take an animal's cock into her mouth, then feel it swell and harden as she sucked on it, thought the horny woman. And his prick tasted even better than it had before, now that it had been in her pussy. Blended with her cuntjuice, the dog's cum and his hot prickmeat had acquired a brand-new flavor.
Swallowing her own cuntjuice off his knob, Molly couldn't help but remember how Carla had admitted to being a cuntsucker… and she admitted to herself just how delicious pussy juice was.
Molly would have liked to suck a cunt.
She never would, of course.
The blonde would have liked to suck a cock that had been in another girl's cunt, too, she thought.
A big collie's cock, for instance?
But no, she mustn't do that. It was just a fantasy; she was just carried away by this perverted situation. Molly decided she must never lap a cunt, and she must never again suck and fuck with dogs. The horny woman had slipped up this once, but never again. The only prick she would ever have again would be human, and attached to her husband.
Then the telephone rang.