The first jism jet splashed in her throat and flooded down into her belly directly, so that she didn’t taste it. He shot another wad out on the recoil, and the delicious slime skimmed over her tongue. The frantic dog pumped fuck juice into her cheeks and a spurt splattered on the arched roof of her mouth.
Barbara sucked and swallowed, gulped and gurgled, milking his prick voraciously.
Cock spume squirted from his gaping pisshole in fiery jets and slimy coils, flooding her mouth. Barbara was drinking the delicious stuff as fast as she could, but his load was too much for her. Foaming ribbons of spunk overflowed her lips and trickled down both sides of her jaw. Her throat pulsed as she gulped his jism down and her lips pulled more gooey ropes from his fuckknob.
Thor’s balls seemed bottomless as his cum continued to hose the wanton girl’s mouth with steaming geysers. Her head tipped back as the brute stuffed his prick into her, then bobbed down as he withdrew, milking him hungrily.
Don’t stop-keep shooting, boy-she thought, with her belly already full of dog spunk but still greedy for more.
Her mouth was full and overflowing. Each time she gulped a load down, the dog fed her another to replace it. Cum swirled in her cheeks, sloshed through her teeth, clung to the roof of her mouth like stalactites. Her tongue was awash with the slimy stuff, floating around like a pliable log in a swamp.
Thor yelped, jamming in hard as his last creamy spurt burst from his flaring cockhead. He faltered, whimpering. Barbara kept on sucking, dragging the last trickles out by the suction of her mouth, working away until she was certain that she had drained him dry. The mongrel’s prickmeat began to soften and diminish in her mouth. She nursed on it and managed to pull a last thick cum drop from his pisshole. She sighed softly, sorry that the meal was ended, wanting more. She drew her slimy lips from him with a last loving slurp.
Thor’s fuckrod swayed up and down under the brute, his slick red fuck-knob dripping with cum and saliva. Barbara leaned in and used her tongue to lap it up, not wanting a single precious drop to be wasted on the carpet. She slurped all over his cockhead and sucked it back into her mouth for a final taste. Thor was panting and trembling, dazed, his brains sucked out. When his mistress pulled her lips away again, the doggy stepped away, shaking his big head as if he had been poleaxed.
Barbara leaned after him, lapping at his shrunken balls and gathering up a few errant slime drops. Then she sprawled out on the floor, on her back, legs spread wide. Her cunt was steaming and overflowing, and her clit stood out like a stump in a morass. There was still lots of jism left in her mouth and she threw her head back and let the succulent stuff slide slowly down her throat. A few creamy drops had splashed down on her fat tits and she ran her open hands over her lit-globes and brought them to her lips, licking the jism from her palms like a cat at a cream bowl, purring and whimpering.
Now that her mouth was satiated, Barbara’s fuckhole was yearning for a load-of hot prick, hornier than she had been before the doggy bad lapped her off.
She cupped a hand over her smoldering pussy and looked hopefully towards Thor.
But the powerful brute was drained. He had lost interest I when he lost his load, and now he staggered away, head hanging. His big prick was limp, his fuck-knob drooping down and starting to slowly retract back into his shaggy sheath.
Barbara sighed wistfully. She was thinking that she really needed two dogs-one for her mouth and one for her cunt.
Then she remembered that soon she was going to have all the dogs that a girl could want! In the throes of passion, Barbara had forgotten all about her plans, but now they came back to her, filling her with a surge of happy anticipation.
She heard the hammering from the yard again and grinned.
A kennel builder was about to get lucky…
CHAPTER THREE
“When Barbara set out to seduce a guy, she didn’t tend to fool around or play it coy, she usually came directly to the point. She knew how desirable she was, and figured-that If a man turned her offer down there must be something funny about him, so a refusal wouldn’t cause Barbara any embarrassment. In effect, she offered her body to men-and women, for that matter-much in the same way that she offered it to her dog-as if they were dumb brutes enjoying the physical pleasures of sex without needed emotional attachments.
“Now she went out into the back garden, wearing only her frilly, semi-transparent negligee, and walked over to where Jake was kneeling, fitting the framework of a kennel together.
“He looked up and started to smile, then blinked when he saw how Barbara was garbed. Her sleek thighs emerged from the nightie with each step, and her tits were revealed almost to the tips. Jake was a rather shy young man and he dropped his eyes and blushed, embarrassed by his own reactions to the woman.
“His formidable cock had jumped instantly into an erection, bulging prominently in his tight jeans.”
“How’s it coming?” Barbara asked, standing over him.”
“Almost finished,” Jake replied, keeping his head down and trying to conceal his hard-on from her by raising one knee and pushing it across his belly.
“It must be hard work,” she said.
“You’re soaking with sweat.”
Her fingertips stirred lightly against the nape of his neck, then slid along his shoulder. Jake began to wonder if the woman had designs on him. He glanced up-and gulped.
As she bent over him, Barbara’s fat tits had fallen from her bodice and were swaying naked right over his face. Jake blushed again, but she didn’t seem to realize she was exposed. Her fingers continued to trail along his shoulder and up his backbone and her naked tits bounced saucily. He saw that her nipples were so stiff that they looked like little pink rockets ready to be launched.
“Would you like to take a shower, Jake?” she asked.
Jake hesitated, not sure of himself. He knew that if be stood up she was certain to notice his hard-on, but he didn’t know how she would react to the knowledge that she had aroused him. Maybe she’s a cockteaser, he speculated, in which case she would no doubt be delighted at having turned him on. Anyhow, the thought of a shower was inviting and he figured that if nothing else happened, it would give him a chance to beat his meat and empty his balls so that he could return in comfort to his labors.
“Yeah, okay,” he mumbled, unable to tear his fascinated eyes from her succulent tits.
She stepped back and straightened up, but her fits remained exposed, and now her hips had shifted somehow so that the front of the negligee was parted nearly to her crotch. He could see the shadowed outline of her bushy cunt mound quite clearly through the sheer material. If she was a cockteaser, Jake figured, she was sure as hell an effective one.
He stood up awkwardly and Barbara smiled, dropping her gaze boldly onto his groin.
“Ummm-very hard work,” she murmured.
“Handsome young men who work so hard-and get so hard-deserve a treat, I think.”
Jake gaped at her and his cock surged, damned near ripping right through his jeans.
“Like what, Miss Graves?” he asked huskily.
“Oh, maybe you’d rather have a tongue bath than a shower, Jake,” she suggested, tilting her head. She looked amused by his attitude, yet she obviously wasn’t just taunting him.
“Yes, a nice tongue bath to get the sweat off you-and then we’ll have to let you do some banging with that big hammer, right?”.
Jake grinned crookedly, his hesitation gone now. He nodded with enthusiasm and eagerness. Barbara took his hand and led him toward the house, as eager for carpenter cock as Jake was to supply it.
They went in through the kitchen door. Barbara dropped back to close the door, then stepped up behind him. Jake stood stiff as a statue. Barbara placed her hands on his shoulders. Her blonde head bobbed down and she began to lick lightly at the back of his neck, then down his spine. His muscles rippled under her moist tongue as she lapped up his sweat. She turned him to face her and leaned down, tonguing his hard, flat chest and licking at the hollow of his throat.