"Eeeeeeeggghhh!" she heard Mae scream as the relentless fucking continued.
The feel of his super-hard boner fucking in and out of her writhing slit was almost blowing Mae's mind. The voluptuous blonde's sizzling-hot cunt was sucking passionately on the collie's slippery, juice-slickened prick-shaft as he fucked in and out of her lust-swollen cunt. Her face was a mask of the fiery passions that were flooding through her steaming pussy, and she was aware of nothing else in the world except this big shaft of canine-cock that fucked so deliciously into her writhing cunt.
Watching them, Abby was feverishly finger-fucking herself, almost able to feel that beautiful big dog-cock in her own overheated cunt. She no longer gave a shit whether messing around with her pussy was evil or not. It felt fantastic, and from now on she was going to play with her cunt as often as she wished. She would even let a dog fuck her if she could find one that knew how to fuck. Listening to the dull thud of Scotty's furry belly slapping against Mae's soft ass as he fucked into her was driving Abby wild.
"Oh, sweet doggy!" she heard the blonde squeal in ecstasy. "I love that beautiful fuckin' cock of yours."
The feel of his super-hard prick fucking in and out of her writhing cunt was almost blowing Mae's mind.
"Shit, Scotty!" she squealed as the intense pleasure increased in her pussy. "I love your cock, you sweet fucker!"
She could feel every ridge and sinew on the animal's deliciously hard dog-prick rubbing against every tingling nerve end in her hotly squeezing cunt. The rock-hardness of his heavenly cock was fucking deeply into the magical hotness of her squeezing fuck-hole, reaming out big globs of slippery cunt juices from deep in her pussy.
"That's it, you big-cocked darling!" she cried, almost hysterical from the intense pleasure she was feeling. "Keep that big cock fuckin'!"
The animal was thrusting his long prick-shaft into her with rapid, cunt-splitting strokes, each quick thrust bringing her closer to a climax.
"That's it!" she screamed when the hot gush of his dog-cum into her cunt triggered her orgasm. "CREAM ME GOOD, BABY! I'M coming… coming… commmmiiiinnnngggg!"
Watching through the window as the blonde climaxed all around her dog's spurting prick, Abby began rubbing her clit more vigorously. Trembling with excitement, she leaned back against the building to support herself as she feverishly rubbed her clitty until she, too, exploded into a wild orgasm.
CHAPTER THREE
When Abby awakened the next morning, she was filled with shame. As soon as the reverend left the house, she knelt by the bed and tearfully prayed for over an hour, begging forgiveness for her evil sinning. Accompanying her husband to church the following Sunday, she was still filled with guilt and remorse.
After the services that day, Reverend Walker once more excitedly watched little Marci Wilks and her brother get into their father's car for the ride out to their farm. The reverend couldn't understand why, but he seemed to get a hard-on every time he saw the cute, blonde youngster.
Driving home with her dad and brother, Marci's mind was on a conversation she had had with her friend Joyce Gibson before church this morning. Joyce had excitedly told her about sucking off her older cousin last night.
"Did it taste icky?" Marci had wanted to know.
"Shit, no," her friend had giggled. "It's sorta slippery, but it has a neat flavor."
"What does a cock feel like," was Marci's next question, starting to get all hot and itchy between her legs as she listened to Joyce.
"Haven't you ever played with a guy's prick?"
"You know I haven't," Marci said and giggled.
"You're missing a lot," her friend had sighed. "I just love hard cocks."
"What do they feel like?"
"Well." Joyce had paused, a warm glow in her eyes. "It's sorta hard to explain. It feels a bit like soft, wet velvet stretched over a big hot pipe, except there's a hard, rubbery feeling to it, and it jerks and throbs in your hand."
Thinking about cocks now, as she was riding home from church, Marci was feeling all hot and sticky between her legs.
"And nothing feels better than a hard cock in your cunt," Joyce had said with a dreamy expression on her face.
"I'd be afraid to let a guy fuck me," Marci had admitted.
"Why?"
"I dunno. It sounds sorta scary."
"Then suck him off," her friend had suggested.
"How do I do that?"
"It's sorta like jacking him off, only you use your mouth."
"That doesn't tell me much," Marci had complained. "I don't know anything about jacking off either."
"Why don't you get Kirk to teach you," Joyce had suggested, referring to Marci's older brother.
Now, riding home next to her big brother in the car, Marci suddenly wondered if he might let her mess around with his prick.
That night when her father drove in to attend the evening services at the church, Marci plopped herself out on a deeply cushioned chair in the living room, her shapely young legs spread out in front of her. Thinking about the exciting conversation with Joyce this afternoon, her finger was absently tracing tiny circles around her navel that was deliciously exposed between her cut-offs and the halter that covered her firm young breasts. Sitting there with a dreamy expression in her eyes, she was a picture of innocent beauty, but her hot little pussy was burning with passion.
She was acutely aware of her brother sitting across the room, intently reading a sports magazine. Kirk's biggest interest was athletics, and next fall, as a senior, he would be captain of the high school football team. Looking at her handsome brother, Marci could understand why Joyce had suggested him as her teacher. Staring over at Kirk, she suddenly wondered if he would let her jack him off. He'd always treated her as his pesky little sister, but maybe she could change his mind this evening.
As the burning between her legs increased, Marci walked across the room and sat down on the floor in front of him.
"Kirk," she said when he paid no attention to her.
"Bug off, Sis," he muttered, not taking his eyes away from the magazine. "I'm trying to read."
"Kirk," she continued after a few moments of silence. "Do you like me?"
"Of course I do," he said, looking at her for the first time. "Why do you ask such a dumb question?"
"Well," she began slowly. "Will you show me your… er… th-thing?"
"What thing?" he asked, turning his attention back to the magazine.
"You know," she said, hesitating. "Your thing… your prick."
"What?" he gasped.
"Please, Kirk," she whispered.
"Have you lost your mind?" he asked in a stunned voice.
"Please, Kirk," she begged, her little pussy getting hotter by the second. "Just let me see it."
"My God!" he gasped. "I can't believe you!"
"Please?" she persisted, reaching for his zipper.
"Stop that!" he shouted, roughly pushing her hand away. "Why the hell do you want to see my prick?"
"Because I've never seen one!" she shouted back at him.
"You're not supposed to see one," he snapped, pushing her hand away again.
"Damn you!" she shouted, her eyes blazing with frustrated anger. "If you won't, I'll get some of your friends to show me their cocks!"
"You wouldn't dare!" he gasped.
"I sure would," his little sister hissed, reaching for his zipper again. "And you know they'd be more than happy to let me play with their pricks."
Knowing that she was right, he just stared at her with disbelief as she opened his fly. While he sat in stunned silence, she reached in and gently withdrew his soft, limp cock, staring with awe at the warm prick in her trembling hands.