Now, left alone with the elk hound, Caroline figured that there was no sense in hesitating. She fully intended to screw the brute and there was no point in fooling herself that it was otherwise, deceiving herself that it just happened on impulse instead of by design.
She stood up and took her clothing off.
The hound watched with interest.
His long, pink tongue lolled out over his gleaming fangs and his powerful chest began to expand as his breathing became vigorous. The fat slab of his prick began to swell.
Naked, Caroline sat down again, her legs extended, her thighs apart. She figured that the dog knew more about these things than she did and waited for him to take the initiative.
Old Blue walked over nonchalantly, like some canine Lothario on casual conquest, confident of his powers of seduction and playing it cool. Caroline began to tremble as the brute approached.
Old Blue was well trained. Helen had taught him these tricks from the time he was little more than a puppy, and he had often thanked his lucky stars that he had been bought by such a wonderful mistress. Old Blue was no fool. He knew that, had fate not been so kind to him, he might have been bought by a hunter and have to spend his life chasing fucking elk around the woods.
His long, hot tongue came out.
He slurped up Caroline's crotch.
"Oooooh!" she cried when she felt that wet, slippery tongue slowly glide up her open pussy slot and across her throbbing clit. She squirmed down, her ass on the very edge of the seat, grinding her groin against the dog's surging tongue. He continued to lap merrily away, scooping tonguefuls of cuntjuice out of her flooded cunt hole. Caroline reached down and used her fingers to spread her pussylips wide open, so that the cunt hungry hound could slurp far up her cunt tunnel. She threw her head back, her face switching from side to side, her expression a mask of passion. She looked down, seeing the dog framed by her rising tits and the gentle slope of her thrusting belly. She watched his hot tongue flash as it caressed her cunt. A mist of pussy juice sprayed out. Caroline threw her legs around the dog's sturdy shoulders, clamping him to her cunt. Then she opened her legs wide again, not sure which position suited her best. But Caroline didn't give a damn how she was placed – she would have swung from a chandelier as long as that hot tongue was playing over her pussy.
She hooked her legs around him again.
This time her heels slid down and she began to rub the elk hound's cock between her feet. He lifted his head.
Caroline whimpered. She didn't want him to stop tonguing her cunt, and yet she was eager to get at his prick, too. She wondered vaguely if it would be possible to sixty-nine with a dog.
Then Old Blue gave a little lunge and sprang up, his forepaws on the chair, on either side of Caroline's writhing pelvis. His hindquarters were taut and trembling, his hindlegs braced on the floor, and his mighty cock, fully erect now, loomed out in a meaty tower over Caroline's belly. His tongue was hanging out. Cuntjuice dripped from the tip.
Caroline stared at the head of his prick. His cock had come squeezing out from the fat, hairy sheath, his foreskin drawn tightly back so that the prick-knob flared. That big slab of cock was bright red, almost glowing like a lightbulb. The tip was gaping open and she could see a few milky drops of pre-spunk glistening on the tip. The sight was causing the horny blonde to drool. She didn't know what she wanted most – a cuntful or a mouthful.
She remembered that Darleen had blown the dog and had let him come in her mouth, and the thought was a potent appetizer. His cock looked absolutely delicious. She still figured that sucking a dog's prick was awfully depraved, even naughtier than getting fucked up the cunt, but that only added to the wild thrill of the idea.
Old Blue humped, his cock plowing the air impatiently.
He loved getting his cock sucked.
He loved fucking women, too, but fucking a woman was not awfully different from fucking a female dog. Their cunts felt pretty much the same. But Old Blue had never yet met a bitch that knew how to suck a cock the way a human woman could. He knew a French poodle who liked to lick his cock but even she didn't take his prick into her mouth and give his cock a thorough milking. Human girls were lucky to have hands with opposing thumbs and lips that could pull on the head of a prick – and Old Blue was lucky to know a few of them.
Caroline folded her fist around the root of his cock.
She arched her back and bent his iron-hard prick down slightly and began to rub his cockhead against her tits. She brushed her nipples with the glowing cock, then slipped his prick into her cleavage. Old Blue humped, fucking her between the tits. His cockhead was flowing with scum now, laying a creamy trail up her breastbone, glistening like the track of a snail. When she released the prick stalk, his cockhead snapped up again, and a ribbon of jism spun out like a suspension bridge made of silk, fastening his swollen cockhead to her nipple. The whole tip of his prick-knob was slathered with spunk by this time. Thick drops oozed from the cleft and ran sluggishly down the glistening cockshaft.
When Caroline saw that, she knew that she simply had to take his prick in her mouth. The sight of that canine cum was driving her mad.
She knew how tasty dog cum was because she had drunk a lot out of Darleen's cunt, and she figured that the stuff would be even more delicious when she was drinking straight out of a pounding prick.
She squirmed down lower.
The dog's swollen balls dragged over her thrusting tits and the head of his cock pushed into her face.
Caroline kissed the tip.
She fluttered her tongue over cockhead, gathering up some of that slippery slime onto her taste buds.
She drew back for a moment, savoring the first taste while Old Blue humped impatiently, plowing his cock at her head. The elk hound was not interested in foreplay, he wanted to get his rocks off with dispatch, to fuck his prick between those sweet lips and fill that hot mouth with his smoking cockmeat.
Caroline lowered her face again.
Her lips were pursed but not parted, and the head of the hound's cock pumped against them, trying to lever them apart, to fuck into her mouth. She licked the glistening tip again, kissed his prick lovingly, then slowly let her lips part around his cock. Old Blue whined as he felt the hot head of his cock slide into her mouth. Caroline was whining as she savored her first mouthful of dog prick. She took the whole smoking cock-knob in and her lips clamped tightly closed behind the tasty nugget of hot, slippery prickmeat.
She began to suck. Her cheeks hollowed in and her lips pulled. The dog's cockhead swelled more, growing so large that her cheeks were pressed against his prickhead on both sides. She sucked deeply, as if she were trying to inhale his prick right down into her lungs. Her tongue was sliding around against the underside of the swollen cock and cum was running steadily into her mouth. The dog humped, fucking into her face. Caroline was half crazed by the joy of feeling a dog's cock slide in and out between her lips and over her flashing tongue. Her mouth was wide open now and his prick-knob was so swollen that she thought they might be stuck together, that she could not open her jaw wide enough to disgorge that mouthful even if she wanted to. But that was the last thing that the cock-hungry girl wanted. She knew that she would have to empty the elk hound's cock and balls before she removed his prick from her mouth, and what a delightful prospect that was!
A jet of jism hit the back of her throat.
For a moment, she thought that the dog had come, and she was disappointed. She wanted to swallow his joy juice, certainly, but she wanted to enjoy a prolonged mouthing on that cockmeat first. But his cockhead remained swollen and vibrant, and she realized that it had only been a little preliminary geyser that had hosed her gullet, that there was a lot more of the lovely stuff to come.