Because she loved to fuck dogs, Helen Ramsey had made a point of meeting the owner of the local pet shop. His name was Harold Turner and he was quite a good-looking man – as handsome as a greyhound, was the way that Helen thought of it.
Helen was in no way a shy or timid woman, but her boldness did have its limits. When she first met Harold, she couldn't bring herself to simply come right out with it and admit that she wanted his dogs to fuck her. She thought it over and laid her plans. One day she arranged it so that Harold seduced her in the back room of his pet shop, a room in which several suitable canines were caged. After Harold had screwed her quite satisfactorily on the top of some South American parrot shipping crates, Helen mentioned that she enjoyed a suck on a prick as well as screwing. Harold, being a normal red-blooded pet shop owner, thought that was a splendid idea and offered her his cock.
Helen commenced to suck his prick.
But then, looking regretful, she drew her lips away.
"Oh, dear," she said. "Your prick really is delicious – I wish I could suck it for hours and let you shoot in my mouth."
"Be my guest," said Harold, all for that idea.
"I'm sorry. I can't," she sighed.
Harold was horny as could be by this time because Helen had really been doing a marvelous job on his cock, and he desperately wanted to have her finish the blowjob and drink his cum.
"But, why not?" he asked. "I thought that you enjoyed sucking and drinking jism, Helen."
"Oh, I do. But it's just too frustrating for me, Harold," she explained. "I do love to have a mouthful of prick – but my poor cunt feels so neglected and abandoned when I'm blowing. I simply can't give head for very long while my pussy is empty."
"Damn!" Harold snorted. "I don't see what I can do about that. I only got one prick."
"If only there were another prick available," said Helen wistfully. "Then I could suck you as long as you wanted me to."
"You mean – another man? A threesome?" he asked doubtfully, not wanting to share the gorgeous redhead with some other guy.
Helen looked indignant.
"Certainly not!" she snapped. "What kind of girl do you think I am? I'd never make love to two men at once."
Harold was relieved to hear it.
But he was puzzled and confused.
And he was frustrated as hell, with his poor prick only half sucked and thundering wildly for more.
"But where can we find a spare prick without a man?" he asked.
Helen had flashed him a glorious smile.
She pointed to the Great Dane.
"How about him?" she said.
Harold went into a state of shock. It lasted for thirty seconds. Then he fetched the huge dog from its cage and the problem was solved.
Helen got down on her hands and knees and the dog was persuaded to mount her. Then Harold knelt in front of her and stuck his cock in her mouth. The Great Dane threw a lovely fuck into her cunt and, in due course, she drank Harold's hot jism.
In the days to come, Harold was to become suspicious of Helen's motives and inclinations. Sometimes he got the impression that she liked the dogs more than she liked him. But as long as he got a blowjob out of it, he wasn't complaining.
Helen visited the pet shop twice a week – more often when Harold phoned to inform her that a new consignment of fuckable dogs had arrived. He had dogs of all breeds and Helen was enthusiastically fucking her way through the whole canine species. She adored greyhounds because they screwed so hard and fast and she cherished wolfhounds because their pricks were huge. She liked German shepherds, black and tan hounds and Airedales. She had even been dropping hints to the effect that any respectable pet shop should have at least one pony or donkey in stock.
This morning Harold had telephoned to tell her that a new Doberman had arrived – which was why Helen had been so pleased when Caroline showed up to take care of the elk hound.
Now she had arrived at the pet shop and was greeted at the door by a smiling Harold Turner.
"Shall I blow you first, or do you want to fuck me in the mouth while the Doberman has my cunt?" she asked.
"Helen, I have a special treat for you, today. But I think that you'd better blow me first, okay?"
It was no hardship for Helen.
Although she much preferred dogs, she never objected to a nice mouthful of human cock. Harold drew the blinds and locked the door and produced his prick. Helen knelt down on the floor, took his cock into her mouth and commenced to suck. Harold seemed particularly horny today and, in minutes, hosed her gullet with a stream of spunk. She polished his spent cock-knob and daintily wiped the errant drops from her lips.
Going down on a man always made her more horny than ever for a dog, and she eagerly followed Harold to the back room.
Then she saw the special treat for Harold had for her.
There was a new Doberman, true.
But there was also a huge-pricked donkey!
Helen stared at the beast, her eyes glowing.
She had never fucked any animal bigger than a dog, but one of her fondest fantasies was fucking a horse or donkey.
"Oh, Harold! How thoughtful of you!" she cried.
Harold smiled proudly.
"I thought you'd like him," he said. "I ordered him specially for you, Helen. He comes from Mexico – where the burros know all about fucking women."
Helen was walking around the donkey, peering under his belly at his cock and bails. The massive prick hung down, not erect yet but still a dynamic hunk of cockmeat. His prick coiled down in a mighty gray loop, like an elephant's trunk.
"It's awfully big," said Helen doubtfully. "I hope it will fit up my cunt."
Harold figured that there would be no trouble on that score. Helen's cunt was so big and juicy and pliable that he reckoned a railroad train could run up that tunnel. But he didn't think it would be a good idea to tell her that.
And, anyhow, hers was a talented cunt, able to tighten around a prick in a delightfully snug fit.
Helen had knelt beside the donkey's flank.
She reached under the beast's belly and began to massage his cockmeat with both hands. His prick began to get hard immediately. The donkey, being from Mexico, did not seem surprised to have a human girl playing with his cock. He turned his head and regarded the redhead with interest.
Helen was staring at his cock, which rose and hardened in her hands. The prick-knob was a huge mushroom-shaped slab of dark-gray meat, flaring out as the foreskin receded. The prick stalk was so thick that she could barely span it in both hands, and his bails were swelling up, nearly as big as melons. She fondled the big cock until his prick was fully rampant and standing out along the animal's belly, the tip almost reaching its chest.
Helen sat down on the floor and slid under the donkey.
She cupped his prick in both hands, holding the tip out towards her face and began licking that slab of dark cockmeat. She squirmed and purred with the pleasure. This was truly a treat, a fantasy realized, for the horny redhead had often wondered what a donkey prick would taste like. Her head twisted from side to side as she gave the bloated cock-knob a thorough tonguing, lapping and licking and laving all over the rubbery wedge and pushing her tongue up the parted cleft. A trickle of slime oozed out. Helen gave a little moan and lapped it up, getting her first ever taste of donkey spunk and finding it delicious.
She opened her mouth as wide as she could and tried to take the beast's cockhead in. His prick-knob was too big to fit. She unpeeled her lips and mouthed as much of his cock as she could. She was pleased to find that she could almost swallow his prick-knob because her cunt was bigger than her mouth – if his cock almost fit in her mouth, his prick would fit in her cunt gash. But she figured that it might be just as well to get her pussy nice and juicy and lubricated before she tried.
"Bring the Doberman over, Harold," she requested.
Harold moved to the dog's cage. The dog had been an interested observer. Not being from Mexico, he was amazed to see a human bitch licking a burro's cock and, lusty by nature, he wondered – and hoped – if the woman licked dog dicks, as well. When Harold opened the cage, the big dog bounced out with enthusiasm and padded over to the woman.
His prick was starting to swell and harden.
His cock wasn't nearly as big as the donkey's mighty prick, but his cock was plenty large for a dog, long and fat and shapely. The cock-knob was bright red and already starting to drip.
Helen pulled the dog's prick up to her face and gave his cock a suck. She began switching back and forth, sucking the dog and licking the donkey. She was lapping up pre-spunk from both lathered cockheads, and the stuff was making her ravenous for more. She slid around onto her hands and knees, her head under the donkey and her ass presented to the Doberman. The big dog sniffed her cunt and whined.
Since the redhead was in the doggy position, the Doberman had no difficulty in figuring out what to do. He mounted her, his forelegs wrapped tightly around her hips and his back arched as he fucked his cock into her crotch.
Helen reached back between her legs and guided his prick into her cunt. The knob slid in and the dog stiffened, then started to fuck, driving the huge cock in and out with gusto. Helen rolled her hips and pushed her ass back to meet the dog's strokes, corkscrewing her cunt onto his cock.
Now that she had a cuntful of fucking prick, Helen was able to really concentrate on sucking the donkey off. She fitted her parted lips to the tip of his cock again and cupped his prick stalk in both hands. Tonguing and sucking on the swollen cock-knob, she began to frig him up and down with a steady pumping action.
The donkey, realizing that this girl was going to bring him to a climax in her mouth, and relishing the idea, began to fuck. He had not had a blowjob to a climax since a dark-eyed beauty named Juanita had given him head in Tijuana and now he was finding that gringo girls sucked pricks with every bit as much skill as did the gals south of the border. Out of one wild eye, he watched the Doberman fucking her and the Doberman was looking over Helen's shoulder, watching her suck on the donkey's cock.
Vaguely, in his canine fashion, the dog wondered if it was perverted to be sharing a human bitch with a burro.
Helen was going wild with pleasure now, panting onto the donkey's knob, her ass churning under the Doberman's assault. Her hands skimmed up and down faster and faster, blurring as she frigged the brute's prick, wanting to make him come into her hungry mouth. Sighting down his prick stalk, she watched his balls expand.
The donkey brayed, quivering all over.
Suddenly he lurched and his cock rippled.
Helen had a mouthful of hot, thick donkey cum. The geyser hit the back of her throat with such force that it blew her head off his cock, but she gulped the tasty stuff down and pushed her lips back onto him in time to get his second creamy load into her mouth. Sucking and frigging, she milked him dry. She tongued the fuck cream from his cockmeat, polishing the dark slab to a luster. Then she began to concentrate on the other end of the linkage, eager to have the Doberman shoot in her cunt now that she had swallowed that delicious mouthful. Her cunt muscles contracted, pulling on his prick in a series of tightening rings, sucking and dragging and wringing.
The dog howled.
His hot jism hosed her cunt.
Helen wailed with joy when she felt that steaming slime burst into her, and her clit went off like a stick of dynamite as her cuntjuice flooded out to blend with the Doberman's cum.
The dog humped happily away, emptying his cock and balls to the dregs, and the redhead pumped her pussy on him as she worked her own orgasm off to the last wonderful sparks, the final rippling spasms.
The dog was panting.
He plucked his prick out and hopped down to the floor.
Cum and cuntjuice poured from her abandoned cunt.
She knelt there, a dreamy smile on her cum-soaked lips, enjoying the warm glow that followed her orgasms. It had been a lovely come. Taking it in both ends at once really increased the thrill of the climax, she thought.
But one coming, nice as it had been, was not clearly enough to satisfy horny Helen – not when there was a donkey to be fucked.
And now it was time to fuck the brute.