Samson looked up when Claire came out of the house. Claire didn't notice him, because she was walking in the other direction. The big dog clambered to his feet, sniffing. Now the scent of hot cunt was stronger than ever. His head swayed. He watched Claire walk away, taking one of those delicious aromas with her. The other aroma was still coming from the house. He looked that way… and saw Molly standing, stark naked, in the doorway.
Samson began to walk slowly toward the farmhouse, his prick jutting out under his belly, so long that the knob reached his mighty chest. It looked as if he were walking astride a pole.
Molly started to close the door.
Then she noticed the dog.
Samson's red tongue was hanging out and that was the first aspect of the brute that Molly noticed. She was shocked at her own thoughts. Molly had never had sex with an animal and had seldom even thought of such a thing, but at the moment she was in the mood where anything and everything of a sensual nature appealed to her. What would it feel like to have a dog's long, wet tongue slapping up her cunt? she wondered. She guessed that a dog would enjoy a snack of pussy. It wasn't a really wicked thing, she told herself, it wasn't as if she were fucking him or anything. And thinking about fucking, the horny woman naturally glanced down at the dog's cock and she gave a little gasp when she saw that it was hard as iron and about a foot long.
The mastiff approached warily.
Molly didn't know if she should close the door or if she should invite the dog inside. She had already decided to let him lap her cunt, but seeing his hard-on made her nervous. Obviously, the dog was going to expect something in return for his cuntlapping. He was a huge brute and Molly wouldn't want to make him angry. Still, she did want that tongue. And that massive prick looked inviting, as well! I guess it wouldn't do any harm to jerk him off, she reasoned. It would give him some relief, and I could get my cunt lapped, and just giving him a handjob isn't really very naughty. Molly managed to convince herself that it would all be only harmless fun, just as cuntsucking with Claire had been.
The woman honestly believed that all she was going to do was to jerk the dog off.
Molly should have known better.
"C'mon, boy," she called.
Samson cocked his head and stood just below the steps. The woman seemed friendly and she didn't have a stick in her hand… and her cunt was sending out those compelling signals. She stepped back, holding the door open. The mastiff made up his mind. He bounded up the steps and into the hallway. Molly patted him on the head.
"Nice doggy," she said.
She knelt down, rubbing his big head and neck. The dog licked at her stiff nipple, his tongue long and wet, causing Molly to shiver.
"Oh, yes… what a nice doggy," she purred. "Do you want a nice snack of pussy, boy?"
As if the dumb brute understood her words, he ran his tongue up the inside of her thigh. She shivered again. Oh, shit! This is gonna be a real ball! she thought. She figured that it was sort of depraved to let a dog tongue her cunt and to jerk him off, but the idea was all the more exciting because of that depravity.
"Follow me, fella," she urged, standing and turning.
She walked down the hallway. Samson followed at her heels. She paused, glancing back to make sure that the dog was following. Samson thrust his big snout against her ass and began to tongue the firm globes.
"Oooooh," she sighed.
Molly liked to get her ass tongued. She had loved it when Claire had rimmed her out and now she placed her hands on the cheeks of her ass and spread them apart, bending over from the waist. The dog began to run his tongue up the crack of her ass and slap it moistly against the taut brown eye of her asshole. Molly squirmed with the pleasure of it. She bent over lower. Samson lapped merrily away. His tongue made juicy slurping sounds as it slid around in her ass.
Bending over that way, presenting her ass to him, it dawned on Molly that it would be possible for the big brute to hop up and mount her. It would be possible for him to actually fuck her with that massive hunk of dog meat!
Her pussy rippled at the thought.
Oh no! she told herself. I'll jerk him off but I won't fuck him. That would be just too wicked.
Molly wasn't ready for that idea yet, but the thought had been implanted in her horny mind. She swayed, grinding and humping, as the dog continued to tongue her ass with such gusto. It felt wonderful. Just think what that tongue was going to do to her cunt! As much as she was enjoying having her asshole lapped, Molly was too eager to get her pussy tongued to delay any longer. She straightened up, releasing the cheeks of her ass. They rolled together, clamping the mastiff's tongue in the vise of her ass cleavage. He drew it out with a slurp.
"I've got something tastier than asshole for you, boy," Molly told him when he looked up at her, his gaze inquisitive and a bit disappointed that she had taken that delicious feast away from him. But he looked hopeful, as well, sensing that he was in for a rare treat today. The dog had never licked a human asshole before – if this woman let him do that, she might let him do all sorts of things.
Molly went into the living room, Samson following obediently at her heels and sniffing at her ass.
She sat on the couch, her ass perched on the very edge and her legs extended and parted. The dog gazed at her hairy, juicy cunt. It made Molly tremble, the way he looked at her, his animal lust so evident that she thought she could actually feel his eyes burn into her cuntflesh like amber laser beams.
"Hot pussy, fella," she purred.
She spread her cunt wide open with her fingers, exposing her dark inner pussy flesh, streaked with juice.
"Come and get it, boy, lap it up," she commanded.
Samson moved closer, his head thrust out, his red tongue hanging from the side of his jaw. Molly noticed how big his fangs were and had a moment of doubt, but she was far too hot by this time to let such considerations halt the proceedings.
"Tongue my cunt," she urged, lust contorting her face so that she looked like an animal herself, some sleek feline in heat. "Lap the pussy-juice out of me!"
The mastiff pushed his snout into her foaming cunt. His cold nose bumped against her fuck button and Molly gasped. Then his hot tongue began to lap up her pussy-lips. He tongued her with long, slurping strokes, his tongue flattened as it slithered up her soaking fuck slot. Cunt-juice sprayed out in a mist.
"Oh, God!" Molly moaned as she found out what it felt like to have a dog's tongue slapping up her pussy. She arched her back, staring down along the line of her smooth belly, seeing the dog's massive head busily lapping away at her cunt. The sight was almost as thrilling as the feel of his tongue. A dog is licking my cunt! she thought, relishing the depravity of the act.
Samson seemed to be enjoying it as much as Molly. He had never lapped a human cunt before and he found it exciting and stimulating. His big cock was hammering wildly but he was willing to ignore it, for the moment, as he savored the feast.
His long red tongue slid right up inside her fuckhole, and her pussy walls pulled and sucked on it.
Molly squirmed on the edge of the couch, her ass whipping from side to side. The mastiff's tongue was all over her crotch, slobbering into her cunt, soaking her with foamy saliva. She saw his tongue flick up from below her pussymound. It sprayed cunt-juice and her red fuck flesh was streaked with the stuff. He was long-lapping, tonguing all the way up from her asshole to her pussymound. Molly was panting steadily, a background noise punctuated by the steady slurping of the mastiff's tongue and the squashing sounds that her cunt was making. Molly closed her thighs around his head, clamping him to her. Then she threw them wide open again, giving him full freedom to move around in her crotch, free access to her cunt.
The big brute was shoving his muzzle against her now, as if he wanted to fuck her cunt with his snout.
His tongue slithered up her fuckhole, driving her wild. Molly began to pull at her nipples, adding another sensation to her fiery body. Her fat tit-tips exploded in her fingers. She cried out, gasping and wailing. Her hand slid down and she began to finger her clit, feeling the dog's tongue slurp over the stiff bud of flesh. Her pelvis jabbed down and the dog's black nose vanished into her cunt. Ribbons of pussy-juice poured out of her and ran down her crotch, only to be lapped up as the dog's tongue slid upward.