"What else," Tracy moaned impatiently.
"Wait a sec," Christine said. "I'm gonna look at his cock while I talk to you." The teenager wriggled away from the hungry dog, the laid the phone down. "C'mon, Laddie." She tugged on his collar, her other hand stroking his shiny, thick golden coat. She coaxed him to lay on his side.
Laddie whimpered, not wanting to give up tasting her pussymeat. He squirmed in the opposite direction wile teenager eased him over on his side. He whimpered, his soft brown eyes looking up at her, not understanding.
Christine knew what to do. Her soothing voice and gentle stroking relaxed him at once. "Easy, boy. I just want you to lie down." Her voice was soft as Laddie's eyes, as smooth as his thick golden coat. "Easy, boy, just relax. We'll have lots of fun together." She stroked his soft belly, her hand smoothing over his fur. Laddie calmed down, his head dropping to the mattress.
Christine picked up the phone; the dog was resting serenely now. "He's on his side now, Tracy, and I'm rubbing his belly."
"Is his prick sticking out yet?" Tracy asked anxiously, her body quaking with heated desire. She shut her eyelids.
"Not yet," Christine sighed. "I'm rubbing his belly close to his prick. It's hidden now in the hairy thing." She caressed him with shaking fingers. She heard Tracy's heavy labored breathing. "His balls are real big, Tracy – hairy, too."
"Touch them, Chrissy! Touch his balls!" Tracy was close to insanity. Her cunt spasmed, the juices dripping down the crack of her ass. "Hold his balls, Chrissy!"
"I will," Christine answered.
She stared at his hairy nut sac and skimmed her hand over the dog's thigh. She raised one leg and touched him where his thigh met his body. Her fingertips touched his hairy sac of cum-filled balls. Spasms of desire attacked Christine's pussy, and she became light-headed.
Laddie whimpered in response. He sensed the tension in the teenager. His own anxiety was acute while the child's hand fondled his aching balls. He whimpered and lifted his head, twisting it, his tongue lapping gently over Christine's hand.
"Tell me! Tell me, Chrissy!" Tracy couldn't bear the suspense. Her ears picked up the sounds of the whimpering dog. "Talk to me, Chrissy!"
Christine revived herself out of her trance. "I'm holding his balls," she whispered heatedly. "They're real heavy. I'll bet they're all full of cum." She giggled and held the giant ball sac, hefting it in her hand. "Wheew."
"Ohhh, shit, Chrissy. I'll bet Kenny would like you to do that to him," Tracy squealed.
Christine sighed, but she was too engrossed in manipulating the dogs balls to think about Kenny. She moved her fingers up over his balls and skimmed the thick-skinned hairy sheath. She felt the hard knot of his prick inside the protective covering, and a tremor seized her arm like a current of electricity.
"I touched his prick, Tracy!" the teenaged gasped. Her hand was trembling, but still touching the hard knot. "Ohhhh, God, it feels so funny."
"Can you see it? Jesus! I'm shaking! Is it sticking out?" Tracy touched her pussy hair with her free hand. Small girlish fingers swirled around her bloated clit. She brought her fingers to her nose and inhaled the tangy scent. "Oooo, shit, Chrissy. Can you see his prick?"
"Not yet," Christine explained in the midst of her excitement. "He's licking my hand. I think he wants me to play with his cock."
"Do it! Do it!" Tracy was going out of her mind.
"I am," Christine replied, her voice a bit shaky.
She paused for a moment, her head swimming. Putting her hand back, she became bolder. Light-fingered and cautious, she pulled the thick skin back, feeling the hard knot growing inside. "Ohhhh, shit, Tracy, it's… it's coming out… I see his cock!"
"Aaaahhhh," Tracy sighed and went into convulsive spasms. She shoved her juice-coated fingers into her mouth and licked them clean. "Tell me more!"
"He's cock's red and pointed!" Christine gasped. Her fingers shifted the protective covering up and down, trying to bring out the prickmeat hidden inside. "Ohhh, God, Tracy!" Her fingers were flying up and down, gripping his hairy sheath.
Laddie began to hump. The teenager was turning him into a frenzied beast. He whimpered, jabbing at her tiny fist.
Christine's eyes widened. The dog's prick was growing right in front of her eyes. "It's getting big!"
Tracy broke out in a cold sweat, shivering as her body turned to fire. "Ohhhh. I wish I was there to touch his cock," Tracy moaned. "How big… how big is it?"
"I don't know yet," Christine replied. Her voice sounded hollow, as if she were under a spell. "It's beautiful. His cock is all wet and sticky." She took her finger and rested it on the pointed tip of Laddie's cock. She made circles with her finger; the dog whined with pleasure and twitched in heat.
"Ohhhh, your touching it!" Tracy was reeling.
Laddie squirmed on his side, jabbing his rump forward, trying to get friction on his aching cock to relieve the pain in his overstuffed balls. His tail thumped up and down on the mattress. His neck twisted; his tongue slapped his drool over his aching prick.
Christine giggled. "He's licking his prick!" she exclaimed joyfully. "Ohhh, shit, Tracy, he's licking his prick – right in front of me!"
"Jerk him off!" her friend cried back. "Jerk him off."
"Nooo, Tracy." Christine was still not at ease with the dog; she was afraid that if he got too hot, he would bite her. "No, Tracy, I'll just play a little."
"Don't be a chicken," Tracy pleaded.
"He might bite me."
"No, he won't," Tracy said confidently not sure whether the dog would or not. "I'd do it, if I were there." Tracy shivered hotly, whishing she where. "Jerk him off – go ahead."
Christine, not to appear chicken to anybody, wrapped her fingers around the giant stem of Laddie's hulking cock. "I got my fingers around it," Christine bragged. "I'm holding his cock, and he's jerking all over the bed."
Laddie was jabbing, twisting on his side, his legs jerking, trying to attain a foothold. His cock whipped through Christine's small fingers.
"Don't stop!" Tracy commanded. "Make him cum with your hand. Don't stop!" She closed her eyes, envisioning what it would be like to jerk off a dog and get his jism all over her hand. The images in her overactive imagination sent her into ecstasy.
"I am!" Christine moaned back to her friend. "God, he's going crazy." The teenager was just a little frightened, but her curiosity and desire to prove to Tracy that she wasn't a chicken carried her through. "I'm using both hands now." The phone was balanced in the crook of her neck.
Christine held the base of the dog's prick, one hand near his slapping, hairy balls. Her other hand squeezed and slid up and down his thick doggie cock.
Laddie, aroused and not to be let down this time, humped furiously. His tail thumped on the bed. His rump jabbed the mattress, slamming into the teenager's fist. He jabbed with all his might. His cock kept growing, thickening, hardening. He rolled onto his back, then onto his side, his rump jamming forward.
"He's crazy! He's gonna come, Tracy! His cock… it's gigantic!" Christine quickened her jerking pace. "Ohhhh, Tracy, he's going to blast… I know it!" In exuberance, she dropped the phone.
Tracy held the receiver tightly, whishing it were a dog's cock she was holding. She heard her friend faintly; her squeals and words sounded like they were coming from a distance. "Dammit! She dropped the fucking phone."
Tracy strained to listen, hearing faint whimpering sounds from the excited dog. She heard Christine talking to him. She sighed, hopping to hear everything her friend said.
Laddie's balls began to rumble. His prick was fully extended from its protective sheath. He jabbed furiously through the tight fist that held his prick captive. He whined and yelped, his orgasm seconds away.
Christine's eyes popped wide open. The dog's cock was bigger than anything she had ever imagined. "Tracy! It's a fucking pole!"
She screamed each word, knowing she had dropped the phone and that Tracy was listening intently. She didn't want to let go of Laddie's cock for a second. She squeezed the base of his prick and tightened her grip. Her fingers slid easily up and down his slick cockshaft.