"You wanna finish this job for me, Rover?" she whispered. "You wanna lap my cunt off, hummm?"
The dog woofed as if in reply.
Karen drew both hands out of her crotch and heaved her ass up higher, wriggling. "Yeah, give me that long, wet tongue, you cuntlapper," she rasped. "Lick me till I cream – then I'll beat your meat for you!"
She still didn't understand that because of the position she had settled into for her handjob, Rover was not going to settle for fucking her fist.
The Alsatian's head ducked down, and he ran his flattened tongue up the back of her thigh, then lapped at the cheeks of her ass. He slurped again, tonguing up a slimy ribbon of pussy juice from the inside of her leg. Karen squirmed happily under his caress. Placing her open hands on the mounds of her ass, she spread them apart, exposing the brown eye of her shit hole. Rover whimpered and slurped his tongue up the crack of her ass and whipped it against her asshole, enjoying a preliminary snack before he got to work on the succulent main course.
"Ooooh!" Karen squealed in delight, as the dog's tongue slithered right up into her shit chute. His head ducked down and he slurped up the crack of her ass again, frothy doggy slobber pouring between her cheeks. She still had her open hands on her firm asscheeks, spreading her ass crack open as her pelvis jerked in a wild dance and her hips pumped frantically. The naughty girl squirmed and writhed with the pleasure of having her shit hole tongued out – and with the thrill of knowing that big wet tongue would be at her pussy next.
Rover growled and shot his tongue into her tight brown bud again, then lowered his head. Karen jerked her ass and hips upward, her thighs tightening as they lifted her asscheeks higher.
More cuntjuice had trickled down her legs, and Rover slurped it up with his flashing tongue. He lapped up to the crease where her leg joined her crotch and took a long, moist slurp that ran parallel with her pussy.
Karen gasped and shot her hips out, and when Rover shot his tongue out again, he lapped into her creaming fuckhole.
"Yeah! Yeah! Oh, shit! Give that hot tongue to me, you big sonuvabitch!" Karen cried.
Rover's tongue slapped into her cuntslit. Pussy juice sprayed out, soaking his black muzzle. The doggy was becoming frantic now that he was at the feast, every nerve and synapse in his burly body registering the thrill of the succulent taste and the fragrant aroma. He ran a long, flattened, rippling tongue stroke up through her crotch. His wet tongue started at her throbbing clit, stirred up through her open cuntlips and slurped on up into the crack of her ass.
Karen wailed with the joy of it, shaking her ass about as if she were wagging a tail. She gurgled and moaned as the dog slapped another long stroke to her crotch. As his tongue drew up her slit, her cuntlips rippled and dragged, sucking on his tongue meat. Her fuck button flared explosively against his tastebuds.
She slid her hands under her belly and opened her cunt even wider with her fingers. Rover shot his long tongue right up her fuck tunnel. He lapped at the creamy inner folds and then began to slam in and out in a fucking motion. Karen cried out with the bliss of it. His long, fat tongue was stuffing her cunthole just like a cock.
The Alsatian whimpered and pushed his cold black nose right into her pussy. The doggy seemed to be trying to bury his whole head into her cunthole, to fuck her with his hairy snout. She ground back against him and his tongue shot in deeply again, then curled around her clit.
She was starting to cream.
As her coming neared the crest, the flow from her fuckhole became hotter and thicker and creamier and even more delicious. Rover was going frantic as he slurped up that steaming hot cum cream from her melting pussy.
Cuntjuice poured onto his curled tongue in slimy ribbons, frothy and creamy on the red meat. It dripped from the edges of his tongue and matted the bristly hair of his muzzle. The dog whined and yelped, lapping for all he worth, swallowing her cum juice down in greedy gulps and whipping his lapper into her pussy-slit to slurp out more of the delicacy.
His tail switched and his haunches jerked, and under his trembling loins, his massive prick was pounding like a jackhammer, longing to replace his tongue in her hot, wet cunthole. His naked red cockhead was flaring out in a huge angry wedge and foaming slime bubbled out from his open pisshole, running down the slick knob. His balls were bloated with such a huge load they were threatening to burst. His long, thick, black shaft was vibrating like a tuning fork, so taut he could have used it to play a fiddle.
"Ahhhh!" Karen sighed, as the crest broke in her loins and the steaming cum flooded the dog's tongue. Wave followed wave as the horny girl lingered at the peak. Then she moaned, and her dark head dropped down onto the couch. She was past the crest, coming down, the waves still rippling through her pussy, but moving slower, spaced out. She started to twist around, intending to jerk the doggy off now, as a reward for his efforts and because she really enjoyed watching the fuckjuice squirt out of his prick.
But Rover kept on lapping merrily away, insatiable and relentless. His tongue slurped up the overflow from the insides of her thighs and glided back into her cunt.
Oh wow, shall I cream again? she wondered. With the dog's tongue slapping into her cuntlips again, it seemed a good idea. Although she had just gotten her rocks off very nicely, Karen was an insatiable sort of nymph and, smiling happily, she settled down to enjoy another tongue-fucking.
But Rover had a bone to bury now…
CHAPTER THREE
Karen had bought the Alsatian precisely and specifically as a cuntlapper, some time ago. The big brute had such a lovely cock and balls that naturally, the naughty girl had wondered what it would be like to fuck with him, but she had never really considered it seriously, figuring that his tongue, followed by the reward of a hand-job, was sufficient. At the time she had first decided she wanted a doggy, Karen had had a boyfriend who, although willing and enthusiastic, had not given very good head. He had lapped and sucked away on her pussy for hours, enjoying himself, but his technique had been more enthusiastic than skillful, and Karen couldn't manage to get her rocks off in his mouth. Since creaming on a tongue was one of her true pleasures, it was a frustrating situation compounded by the fact that she liked the guy and didn't really want to cheat on him. Not with another guy, at least.
She had tried a lesbian, first.
With cold calculation and firm intent, Karen had dressed in a sexy outfit, a jade green dress with a slit up the thigh, a black garter belt and net stockings, and as usual with her, no panties. Standing before her full-length looking glass, she had slowly lifted her skirt to judge the effect that she would have on a cunt-hungry dyke and had found the reflection so satisfying that she even wished she were nimble enough to go down on her own pussy. How handy it would be if she had been able to suck herself off, she thought – to have the double pleasure of sucking and being sucked at the same time! To swallow a load of steaming hot pussy cream even as her pussy melted! The idea had made her so horny she felt dizzy with desire. Her bushy black cunt bush and her open, pink pussy were framed by the straps of her garter belt if placed on a platter, ready to be eaten. Slung in those elastic straps, her cunt was like a juicy missile loaded in a catapult. Yeah, she had figured. That's a sight that any cuntlapper will cherish.
Karen had gone to a lesbian bar.
Every hot-tongued dyke in the place had looked at this ravishing beauty with open desire. Karen really was a mouth-watering sight. The place was a rough sort of joint, with a wooden bar and a brass rail. Karen had stood with one foot on the rail in a mannish pose – but there was nothing masculine about the expanse of creamy white thigh that her posture revealed. The barmaid, a brawny woman with tattoos on her forearms and a blonde crewcut, had stared at Karen's tits so hard that she had spilled a drink. Karen had smiled at the fascinated woman, but decided that she would prefer a more feminine type. If she was going to make it with a girl, she wanted it to look and act like a girl, not a replica of a man.