His hairy prick slammed in again and again, and recoiled, shooting the jism into her and driving his haunches back as the slimy jet sped from his knob into her cunt.
Each time she felt another load of doggy cum rush up into her fuckhole, Molly shuddered with another spasm of her own coming.
The mastiff fucked his cock and balls dry and, in the process, fucked Molly's coming to sweet termination.
They slowed, still grinding together but at a more leisurely pace. Molly smiled dreamily. Samson's tongue lolled out and his amber eyes glowed with his contentment. His cum was still flowing into her, but only in a trickle now, and the abundant rush of her cunt-juice had been reduced to a seepage.
The last spasm shook her and, with a sigh, she stopped moving. The dog fed another stroke into her but this time no jism came out, for he was drained.
They remained coupled for a few minutes, both panting with exertion and satiation. Molly felt his prick start to soften and shrink inside her dripping cunt. She took it by the hilt and slowly pulled the dog's prick out of her pussy. It slid out easily; they had not gotten stuck together, after all. His hairy fuckrod pulled out, then the slippery naked meat of his cockhead popped free. A flood of cum and cunt-juice poured out from her vacated pussy.
Molly leaned down and she took the dog's prick into her mouth, sucking the cum and pussy nectar from his cockmeat. Then she pushed his big head into her groin to let the dog lap her creamy pussy, replacing fuck juice with his hot slobber.
She lay back, satisfied. Samson moved away, equally contented, and curled up on the floor. His prick was drawing back into his body now and his balls had collapsed.
Molly wondered how long it would be before that big brute could get another hard-on. She hoped it would be soon. Molly felt no misgivings or regrets for having sucked and fucked with a dog. On the contrary, she was delighted that she had discovered the joys of bestiality and she had every intention of doing it again… lots of times.
Like cuntsucking with Claire, fucking a dog was a wonderful way to get her rocks off without committing adultery with a man. Molly intended to be promiscuous in her newfound pleasure, fucking and sucking with every dog she could.
And, thrilled by the naughty things she had done, Molly was dying to tell Claire about it. She decided to telephone her sexy blonde friend right away. Maybe Claire would like to fuck dogs, too. Maybe – Molly thought Claire would like to suck the dog's cum out of Molly's cunt! Molly went to the telephone.
It was going to prove a fateful telephone call.
CHAPTER SIX
Claire scowled when she saw Mike Rowley's pick-up truck parked in her driveway. What did he want? Well, she knew what he wanted, but what did he expect to get? Claire knew that she shouldn't have flirted with the man, that she had been a terrible cock-teaser, but that didn't give him the right to come around looking for pussy, did it? She set her jaw, determined to be firm and distant with the horny fellow. She marched into the house.
She stopped dead in her tracks, with a gasp.
Mike was sitting there, grinning, a drink in one hand and his huge prick in the other!
"How dare you?" Claire demanded… but her eyes were glued to the man's mighty weapon. Despite herself, she began to get hot at the sight of his potent cockmeat.
"I came to get laid," he rasped.
"I… I told you, Mike, I don't want to cheat on Harry…"
"Fuck Harry! You're a cock-teasing bitch, Claire… and I ain't the sort of guy that likes to get turned on and then teased. If you don't give me a fuck, I'm gonna tell your husband how you let me feel your tits and how you played with my prick."
"You wouldn't!"
"I sure as hell would."
"That's… that's blackmail!"
"Yeah – and your cunt is the ransom."
Mike had not failed to notice the way that Claire's eyes were fixed, fascinated, on his cock. Now he grinned and slowly ran his hand up and down his prickshaft, causing his cockhead to flare out in a meaty wedge and the dark vein to pulsate.
Despite her good intentions, Claire felt dizzy with desire as she stared at his thundering cock. She knew that it was going to be hard to resist him. Then, too, maybe he would tell her husband about what they had done. Wouldn't it be better to cheat on Harry, without his knowing about it, than to have him find out that she had almost cheated on him? Did blackmail justify it?
"C'mere, baby," Mike rasped.
Claire shook her head no, but even as she did so, she found that she was stepping toward him. She could not take her eyes off his cock. She felt like a bird that had looked into the eye of the serpent and could not look away or flee.
Rowley grinned at her expression, figuring that he had it made. He gave his cock another slow push-pull. It was towering up from his groin like a beacon, the knob bright purple, and Claire was being drawn to it like a moth to a flame.
She stood close before him, her hands clenched at her sides, emotions struggling in her mind and her body, good intentions wrestling with carnal urges.
"You like my prick, right?" he said.
"Y-yes. But I d-don't want it in me," she stammered.
"Bullshit," he snorted.
He hiked up, driving the tower of his fuck-tool up like a launched missile. A bead of pre-cum glistened at the tip.
"Suck it!" he snarled, certain now that he had her.
"N-no! No, I won't!"
"C'mon, baby – suck my cock. You know you want to," he urged, speaking softer now, persuasively.
"Maybe I want to but I'm not going to," she said.
He leered. His fist pushed down and his naked cockhead throbbed, straining and swelling. That bead of pre-cum slid down the dark purple slab. Claire watched it, her mouth watering. The pink tip of her tongue slid across her lips and Mike grinned.
"If… if I suck your cock and let you come in my mouth… will that be all right?" she asked. "I don't want you to fuck me but I'll suck you off if you want it… if you'll promise not to tell my husband that we were fooling around. Okay?"
Claire had decided that it was the best way out of the situation, as long as Mike agreed to it. Blowing him wasn't as bad as fucking him, she guessed, as far as infidelity went. Claire reasoned that she was justified, that it was the lesser of two evils to take him in her mouth instead of up her cunt, as long as her husband never found out.
But the truth, of course, was that Claire was drooling for Mike's cockmeat.
"Yeah! Gimme a blowjob!" Mike said, enthusiastically. "I won't tell old Harry if you drink my jism, baby."
Claire hesitated for a moment, then sighed and sank gracefully onto her knees in front of the seated man. He pushed his legs out and thrust his loins upward. The purple head of his prick was shaped like a mushroom and the fat, dark vein that seamed the underside of his cockshaft was as big as Claire's little finger. His balls were enormous. Although the woman was being forced to do this, she could not deny to herself that she wanted to do it, as well. She hungered for his tasty looking prickmeat and for the jism it held.
She blew her warm breath over his cockhead.
Mike worked his cock muscles, causing his big fuck-tool to throb. He was leering at her, looking over the head of his upthrust prick as if it were a gunsight.
Claire reached out and she folded her fist around the stem of his prick, squeezing, feeling the hardness and the heat. Then she slowly stroked his cock up and down.
"I ain't gonna settle for no fucking handjob," he snarled. "Use your mouth, baby. Suck me off with those sweet lips and that hot tongue and swallow my cum."
That, of course, was what Claire wanted, despite herself. She slid her hand down from his pounding fuckrod and cupped his balls.