Because her advertised terms were so reasonable, there was a considerable and immediate response. By the time that Jake had completed the kennels, Barbara had booked in the Great Dane, an Alsatian, a pair of black-and-tan hound’s and an Afghan, all due to arrive in the morning.
Claiming that she was all booked, she turned down a few smaller animals. By then she figured that she had enough doggies coming to satisfy even her own insatiable nature and she took the phone off the hook, so as not to be disturbed when she gave Jake another bonus.
He came in glistening with sweat again, which Barbara gladly licked off. Then she gave him a blowjob and, asking nothing in return, sent him happily away with a promise that he could stop by and see her again in a day or two. By then she figured that she would have had plenty of dog prick and would welcome some hairless man cock for a change.
Although blowing Jake had made her pussy hot again, Barbara ignored the urge to cum. She was so excited in anticipation of all the naughty treats in store for her the next day that she was resolved to stay horny so that she would appreciate them all the more. She went to bed early and resisted the urge to give herself a good fingerfucking, although she did pet and stroke her cunt a bit, just to keep it simmering.
By morning, Barbara was so hot that she felt as if her naked body must be incandescent.
Then the dogs began to arrive.
The owner brought the two black-and-tan hunting dogs first. They were sleek, glossy coated creatures named Buck and Blue, and Barbara figured they could do a lovely number on her, working in unison, the same way that they hunted their quarry. Their owner was a good-looking guy as well, and she toyed with the idea of seducing him on the spot, horny as she was, but she didn’t want to waste the time, nor her first cum of the day, on a human cock.
After he had departed, she led the hounds out to the kennels, eager and tempted to give their pricks a try, but forcing herself to wait because the other animals were due to arrive, and she didn’t want to. have the doorbell interrupt her when she had a cuntful of hound prick. No sooner had she got them kenneled than the Alsatian was delivered. He was a huge brute, bigger than Thor. He really turned Barbara on in expectation. She took him out to the kennels and caged him. Her pussy was streaming fragrantly, and all three dogs began to yelp and bark as they scented her arousal, thrusting their heads through the bars and sniffing.
Barbara had had the foresight not to wear any panties today. She lifted her skirt and shoved her belly out, letting the Alsatian have a lap at her pussy.
Then she moved down the row of cages and allowed Buck and Blue a few laps in turn. Cunt-juice gushed onto their long red tongues and she almost creamed. But then the doorbell rang again and she left the brutes panting, tongues hanging out, and went through the house to receive the Great Dane.
That massive beast was such an attractive prospect that Barbara could hardly wait to get his cock stuck up her. But since he had by far the largest cock of any of the dogs, she thought that it might be best to leave him for last. After his giant fuck-tool had plumbed her cunt-hole, she might not appreciate the smaller dogs so much.
Then a tall, sexy, dark-haired woman brought the Afghan. The dog was a handsome, silken haired animal who scented Barbara’s steaming arousal instantly, whining and pushing his head out towards her. The woman gave Barbara a quizzical look, as if maybe she, despite her limited human nose, had detected the rich smell of hot pussy.
“King is a very affectionate dog,” she said. “He’ll no doubt miss me a great deal. I hope-” She paused, giving Barbara a meaningful look. “-I hope you’ll give him lots of attention.”
Barbara nodded and the two sexy females gazed speculatively at each other. The tall dog owner seemed reluctant to depart, lingering by the front door. I wonder if she means that I should jerk her doggy off? Barbara thought. Does she? Oh, shit-I wonder if she might like me to suck her cunt?
But then, with a shrug and a slight smile, the woman departed. She had a provocative walk and Barbara gazed after her hungrily, thoughts of cunt-lapping nearly as stimulating as those of dog-fucking. She just had to have some pussy soon!
She was going to get some, as well, and from a source that greatly surprised her.
But first she had some dogs to deal with.
Since the Afghan was still in the house, she figured that she might as well start with that sleek, athletic brute. But how did she want her first doggy-sex today? She intended to fuck the huge Great Dane and she thought she might enjoy sucking off the Alsatian. The two hunting dogs would be a lovely matched pair for a head-and-tail job. But what about the Afghan?
The dog was staring intently at her, his black snout flaring, his head tilted to one side. While she considered what to do with him, Barbara sat down in a comfortable chair and pulled her skirt up. She parted her thighs. and the doggy came bounding over and buried his head between her legs. His tongue slapped frantically into her pussy-slot and Barbara knew that the dog was experienced.
The thought that his sexy mistress must have trained him thrilled her.
She wrapped her legs around him, hooking her knees and starting to rub his cock between her feet. The brute was already hard, his balls nicely bloated. His fuckrod throbbed as she stroked it with her feet and ankles. She pulled his head out of her crotch, not wanting to reach her first crest on a tongue. She bent down and kissed the animal on his well-juiced muzzle, licking at his tongue a little.
“What do you like, King?” she whispered, huskily. “What does your mistress do for you?”
King woofed and yanked his head back into Barbara’s crotch. His tongue ran down into the crack of her ass and Barbara smiled, her mind suddenly made up.
She would take her first dog cock of the day up her asshole, enjoying a shit-chuteful while at the same time, making her mouth hungrier and her cunt hornier for the next round.
Excited by the prospect, Barbara slid from the chair and began to fondle the Afghan’s cock with both hands. The handsome brute whined and stood to attention, obviously no novice at being caressed by human hands. His haunches stirred, shoving his prick out.
Barbara figured that she had better lubricate his fuck-knob to make it slide more easily up into her tight asshole.
Leaning under his silken flank, she slurped his hot cockhead into her mouth and wetted it thoroughly. His prick was delicious, she thought. Being a pedigreed doggy, his prick had a more subtle, less musky flavor than her mongrel. His pisshole oozed a few drops of spunk onto her tongue and she savored it on her taste buds, finding the flavor of Afghan slime distinctive. She was tempted to milk him in her mouth, but then she pulled her lips away.
She turned, shoving her ass towards King and the well-trained dog responded instantly, leaping up and mounting her haunches. Barbara wet her fingers in her mouth and rubbed saliva into the tight brown bud of her shit-hole. She nudged a finger up the tight slot, preparing her shittunnel for the lovely load to come.
Her asshole felt almost as hot as her cunt by this time.
King was humping impatiently, his cockhead bouncing against her ass. She folded her fist around his shaggy cock-stalk and levered his cockdown, working his fuck-knob around in her soaking cunt to lubricate it more.
King’s hindquarters heaved as he tried frantically to shove his prick up her fuckhole, but Barbara held him away with her restraining hand, allowing only his prick-knob to penetrate. She rubbed it around, squirming back against him.
Then she pulled his prick up out of her crotch, placing his long, hairy fuckshaft in the crack of her ass.
King humped, fucking through that crack, his cockhead emerging above her shapely ass. Barbara let him stroke up the tunnel between her asscheeks for a while, working up a nice, smooth rhythm. Then she angled his cock so that his prick-knob snuggled into her asshole. His angry red prick pulsed in her trim little pussy-slot. King yelped and hiked his haunches up higher, aiming his fuckrod into her shitchute.
Holding him by his cock, Barbara worked his slimy fuck-knob around in her puckered assbud. Her tiny asshole slowly rippled open and the tip of the dog’s cockhead inched in. King whimpered, his whole silken body quivering. If the dumb animal realized that his prick was going up an asshole instead of a cunt, he didn’t seem to mind.
With a juicy slurp, all of his fuck-knob vanished into Barbara’s ass. It was a tight fit, her ass-tunnel clinging snugly to his flaring cockhead. She slid her hand down to play with his balls and the doggy yelped and began to wedge his cock deeper into her. His fuck-knob was the fattest part of his big rig, forging a passage up her tight asshole. Her ass muscles fluttered and parted to accommodate his thick fuckrod. Inch by precious inch, the Afghan’s formidable fucktool disappeared into her shitter.
Barbara moaned and shoved back to meet him, and his silken-sheathed cock plunged in to the hilt.
His cockhead was flaring and throbbing deep in her bowels and his thick fuck-stalk was levering up her ass-tunnel. His balls hung down into her crotch and she rubbed them into her wet fuckslot. It hurt slightly, as his prick expanded in her, but she felt only a tingle of mild pain that enhanced the tingling thrill of getting buggered by the beast.
King held it all up her for a second, panting over her back. When he tried to pull out, the fit was so tight that at first he was merely dragging her ass back on his prick. But then her ass-passage spread open and his cock came out slowly until only the hot red slab of his fuckknob was stuck up her shit-slot.
He plunged in to the roots again, yelping, falling into the tempo. Barbara shoved her ass back to meet his thrusts and twisted her hips about as he withdrew. His sturdy cock was driving so deep up her digestive tract that she felt as if his smoking-hot cockhead must have unraveled the tangle of her guts, as if it was throbbing away in her stomach, splashing there in all the cum that she had swallowed the day before. Her asscanal was puffing and rippling on his sliding prick, dragging him in as if she were digesting his succulent fuckmeat in reverse, and swallowing his cock with her ass.
His haunches dipped down and he fed her an underslung stroke that tilted her pelvis up. Then he hiked up and pumped into her from above, shoving her ass down. Her thighs tensed and trembled as she pushed back to meet his thrusts.
His balls slapped into her cunt-slot and pussy-juice splashed out, drenching him. The overflow ran down the insides of her thighs in a hot tide.
“Pump it to me, boy!” she moaned. “Shove that big fucker up into my guts-”
Slamming back, she gorged her hot bowels on his prickmeat. The Afghan was fucking her ass furiously now, his haunches heaving, fast as a greyhound. His prick sped in and out so fast that Barbara thought it must be blistering her shit-chute by the friction, that smoke must be pouring from her asshole. She had never had a cock, canine or human, plunging into her so fast. Her ass jerked and jolted and churned as she tried to keep pace with the swift brute’s assault. Her mouth was hanging open, panting. His cockhead was plowing so far up her asscanal that she thought maybe his jism would spray from her lips when he finally unloaded his balls.
“Scum me, boy! Spunk my guts!” she wailed, eager to feel his hot tide steaming into her bowels, and with the other dogs available, not wanting to prolong the buggery too much longer. Even as he filled her shit-chute, her month was watering and her cunt was flooding at the delighted prospect of all the cock and cum waiting for her.
“C’mon, King-wash my guts-oooh-slime in my ass, boy!” she gurgled.
He whipped his cock into her like a dynamo, his haunches heaving in at a lightning speed, driving his prick up her ass at something like forty miles an hour. His bloated balls felt like sandbags as they swung into her steaming groin with loud whacks. Her clit was sparking as hers fuckslot creamed his balls, girl-juice pouring out.
His frantic vitality was shoving her away, fucking her across the floor on her hands and knees. Her head switched from side to side, her long blonde hair tumbling wildly. Her lovely face was a mask of depraved desire, eyes narrowed and lips parted. As he jolted her ass forwards, her fat fits swung under her like ripe fruit on a vine, the pink tips standing out like high-caliber bullets.
Dimly, Barbara could hear the other dogs howling from the back garden. She knew that the spicy fragrance of her overflowing pussy must be drifting out to them, inspiring them and getting them all ready to take their turns in her body.
King hammered into her ass and his balls slapped into her crotch as they exploded. His prick expanded and Barbara cried out in anticipation, knowing that a bellyful was on the way. He slammed his cockhead deep into her bowels and the Afghan-juice came streaming from his pisshole, flooding her guts.
Prancing on his hind legs, the doggy fed his cum into her in spurt after spurt, filling her bowels with his slimy cream. Barbara could feel each separate stream as it poured into her, hot and thick and abundant. The brute’s stamina matched his speed. He kept on hosing her with jism each time he plunged in. The stuff ran through the convolutions of her guts, pouring into her stomach. She thought that she could hear it sloshing around in her bowels.
King whimpered and began to falter, his fuckstrokes becoming erratic as his balls drained to the dregs.
Barbara shoved back against him, greedy for his prick, her ass pulling more fuck-juice out by suction. He clung to her haunches, panting. Barbara lowered her head and biked her ass up, wriggling around in a shit-chute full of cock, suspended on the end of the brute’s prick. His fuckmeat was still stiff inside her and the tight tunnel of her ass was clamped around him, ass muscles rippling. She rubbed his balls around in her crotch, feeling how deflated they were and thrilled to know that all the fuck-juice that had packed them so full before was now sloshing around in her guts, waiting to be joined by the next bellyful of cum that she swallowed.
Thinking of that, she made a sucking motion with her lips, as if to limber up her mouth. King was pulling his cock out of her asshole slowly, struggling through every tight inch. Barbara wriggled about to help him withdraw, relaxing her ass muscles at the same time. His hairy fuckrod came sliding out, but his naked red cockhead stuck in her shit-hole for a moment, distending her puckered little assbud, threatening to pull her asshole inside out. But then his fat, slick slab of prickmeat came out with a slurp. King hopped down from her haunches, his spent prick tossing about and his balls hanging loose.
Cum, tainted by Barbara’s bowels, came bubbling out from her vacated asshole and trickled on down into her creamy crotch to join the flow of her pussy-juice. She scooped up a fingerful and tasted it. Then she turned and crawled over to where the Afghan was standing, head hanging down and prick drooping and dripping.
Barbara rolled onto her back and wriggled under the dog’s loins, her face upturned under his dangling cock. Her lips parted. She blew up over his meatrack, causing his limp prickmeat to tingle. A thick glob of spunk suddenly oozed into his pisshole; one last lingering drop that had lurked in his balls as they emptied.
Barbara whimpered and opened her mouth.
The cum drop clung on the drooping head of the Afghan’s cock like a gooey pearl in a ruby mounting. Then it dropped off and fell heavily, splattering on Barbara’s lips and running onto her tongue. She swallowed it, then raised her face up from the floor, like a baby bird ready to be fed a worm.
Her nose brushed against the dog’s cockhead and she sniffed at his ass-stained fuckmeat. Then she sucked his prick into her mouth and nursed on it from underneath, finding his cock even more delicious now.
It was like some exquisite cordon bleu dish, Barbara thought, as she savored the tainted treat. Her experienced tastebuds could discern each individual flavor that made up the sweet sauce. There was the musky taste of cockmeat, a hint of cunt-juice from when she’d rubbed him around in her fuckslot, lashings of jism that had clung to his prick when he withdrew from her Lass and the tart, tangy taste of her asshole, all combined into one rare and rich blend.
She pushed her head up farther, feeding the fat coil of his limp prick back into her throat and swallowing his cock to the roots. With her nose pressed against his balls, she added the subtle aroma of bail meat to the mouthful.
If King’s cock had stiffened again, Barbara would have kept right on sucking, swallowing his next load with her greedy mouth so that it would flow into the load injected from the other end. But his cock stayed limp, his balls slack.
She polished it clean and lowered her head again, letting his fuck-knob slip from her lips.
She wasn’t disappointed-not with a whole kennel full of dog-cock eagerly awaiting her, four more sets of canine balls that needed to be emptied for starters-and there was also her own mongrel, neglected so far today, if she wanted even more.
She would have to give poor old Thor a really great suck and fuck, to make up for being so unfaithful to him, Barbara thought, and giggled, thinking that that was how she would have treated a husband, if she had had one.