Then, too, Jonathon had no idea that his wife knew what cuntjuice tasted like – and that she adored the tasty stuff.
She sucked slowly and steadily.
His cockmeat began to rise and swell.
Her head bobbed up and down and his prick came up in a series of jerks and jolts, responding to the efforts of her talented mouth and rising up before his belly. His cock got fatter and longer and harder. His prickhead began to get smoking hot. Caroline was really working on that succulent mouthful. She was sucking him so skillfully that he would have shot in her mouth normally. But his balls had been depleted into Brenda, so his orgasm was delayed.
After a long time, Caroline drew her slurping lips off his cockhead and studied it for a moment to make sure that she had sucked his prick up as erect as it was going to get.
Then she turned away and got down on her hands and knees.
It was obvious that she wanted to get fucked from behind. Jonathon was not surprised by this, for they frequently enjoyed the variety of a back-fuck. He got down on his knees behind her. His prick was throbbing now, the tip steaming and the fat vein pulsating. His cock was like a heated crowbar, levered up behind her thrusting ass.
He fitted the tip of his prick into her cunt.
Caroline looked back over her shoulder, a dreamy smile on her lips and a gleam in her eyes.
"Fuck me like a dog!" she whimpered.
Jonathon fucked his fat cock up her pussy.
She began to hump frantically, her pussy pulling, her ass churning. He steadily fucked his prick into her, holding her by the hipbones as he fucked his cock into the hilt.
He enjoyed that doggy fuck.
But he did wonder why his wife was whimpering and whining with such realism. He would have been scandalized had he known that Caroline was pretending that her husband was an elk hound.
CHAPTER NINE
Things were back to normal in the morning.
By the time Caroline woke up, Jonathon was already dressing to go to the office – and to the charms of his secretary – and Caroline did not get a morning fuck or suck. As always, she was randy and feeling frustrated. She stayed in bed after Jonathon left, but although she rubbed her cunt for awhile, she couldn't really concentrate on the job. She kept thinking about the elk hound.
After awhile she got up and dressed.
Screwing up her nerve, she went to call on Helen Ramsey.
The redhead did not seem particularly surprised by the unexpected visit and she asked Caroline in. They sat in the front room. Caroline was nervous, not sure how to begin.
Helen seemed to realize this because she looked amused and she waited for Caroline to broach the subject.
At last, clearing her throat, Caroline said, "I understand that Darleen has told you that she and I – well…"
"She had told me that you suck each other off," Helen said, getting right to the crux of the matter.
Caroline blushed.
She loved cuntsucking but she still felt embarrassed.
She stammered, "Well, yes – but…"
"She wanted to suck me off, too," Helen said. "I don't fool around with girls, but I don't see anything wrong with it, either. So if you're afraid that I might gossip or something…"
"No, I wanted to explain, to make sure that you didn't have the wrong idea. That is, well, Darleen and I are happily married women. We aren't lesbians. We do eat each other out, but it's all just harmless fun, just making each other feel good."
Helen nodded.
Then she said, "And I suppose that Darleen has told you about my particular amusements?"
"She told me about your dog."
Helen tilted an eyebrow.
"Does it shock you?" she asked.
"It fascinates me," admitted Caroline.
"It certainly fascinated Darleen," said Helen. "That little nymph has been balling my elk hound more than I have, now that she's started. It's almost enough to make me jealous."
She laughed to show she wasn't really serious.
Caroline laughed too and said, "Well, it made me jealous as well. First I supposed that you and Darleen were giving each other head, until she explained – but I still haven't been getting enough tongue from her, now that she's into fucking dogs."
Helen gave Caroline a speculative look.
"What to try it?" she asked.
Caroline blushed. She sure as hell did want to try it, but she was reluctant to admit it.
"I-I'm not sure if…"
Helen knew full well that the other woman was eager to try a dog's prick, but ashamed to openly admit it. Helen said, "Why I asked – I have to go out this morning and my elk hound hasn't had his cock and balls emptied. So if you were interested."
Oh! thought Caroline.
This was better than she had hoped for. She wanted to fuck the dog, no doubt of that, but she wasn't sure that she wanted to do it while another woman was watching her. If she could fuck the big brute in private, that would be much better. She would be able to do whatever she wanted without feeling self-conscious about it. The dog, after all, could never tell on her.
"I-I might."
"Sure, honey. Why don't you stay here with Old Blue? Then you can do it, or not, and no one will ever know unless you tell them. Well, I'll know, I suppose, if he's still horny when I get back. But I won't know for sure what you did. I mean, you might just jack him off or something. And I'll be grateful to you, too, because I don't expect to be feeling like fucking when I get home."
She smiled impishly.
"I have a date with a Doberman," she added.
Caroline felt bemused by the situation. It seemed incredible to her that she had actually come over here with the intention of committing an act of bestiality, that she could possibly fuck an animal. And yet her pussy was smoldering for a hunk of a hound's meat. She sat there rather primly as Helen left the room. Helen returned with the elk hound.
It was a big, handsome brute with a blunt muzzle and intelligent yellow eyes. Its coat was gunmetal grey. And, swaying under its belly, was the gigantic prick that Darleen had so highly praised. His cock wasn't erect at the moment, but even soft his prick was a massive hunk of cock, and it was evident that Helen had told the truth when she had said that his balls had not been drained yet that day, for they were swollen up like over inflated balloons.
The handsome dog gazed speculatively back and forth between his mistress and this new human bitch.
"This is Old Blue," said Helen as if introducing them. Caroline wondered if she was supposed to shake his paw.
"I'm sure you two will get on famously together," said the redhead, grinning. "And enjoy yourself, Caroline."
"I know I will," Caroline whispered, no longer attempting to conceal her desires as she gazed at the powerful canine.
Helen went to the front door. She looked back once, smiling. Then she went out. Caroline wondered if she really did have a date with a Doberman. Did she actually arrange such things in advance? That seemed more wicked than if they just happened on impulse. A girl with a hot cunt was liable to do things that she would never do if her cunt wasn't hot, and arranging to fuck a dog seemed a cold-blooded sort of depravity. Still, Caroline had to admit that she had come over with that in mind, hoping that it would work out that way.
Helen's departure was perfect for Caroline's purposes. Alone with the big dog, she could misbehave as much as she wished without being hampered by inhibitions. She wondered if maybe that was the real reason why Helen had gone out. Perhaps the redhead realized that Caroline would be more comfortable about having her first dog fuck if it were done in privacy, and had gone out of kindness. Well, if that were so, Caroline was certainly grateful.