Marylou kept grinding away on the dog's fat cock, even after he had stopped fucking, as she worked off the last spasms of her orgasm and milked out the last drops of her release.
"Fucking hell," she murmured. "What a fuck that was!"
A dreamy smile turned up the corners of her mouth. She leaned back. Kingfisher eyed her and she nodded.
"Okay, boy – you can climb off," she said.
His prick was still big and hard and, when he drew back, her cunt sucked on his cock so that it came out inch by inch, almost turning her pussy lips inside out as they clung to the retreating cock as if reluctant to be vacated. Then his cock-head slipped out and the dog jumped down from the woodpile. His big prick swayed up and down under his shaggy belly like a horizontal pendulum. A slimy mixture of doggy-jism and cunt juice dripped from his slippery cock-head.
The same blend, but a lot more of it, poured out from Marylou's empty cunt hole and soaked her crotch.
She felt wonderful now, with her pussy so well creamed and her fuck hole full of all that thick, hot dog-spunk. Kingfisher had turned sideways to her and she saw his long cock, still standing out stiffly. She knew his prick would start to draw back soon, that the naked cock knob would vanish up the hairy cock sheath and the whole big thing retract into his loins – and it seemed a shame not to take advantage of his hard-on while it was still there. She slid down from the woodpile, her ass gliding fluidly over the cum-soaked surface, and knelt down beside the dog. She tilted her head and ducked under him.
Now the cock-hungry girl could have that tasty mouthful that she hadn't dared enjoy before the dog had shot his wad, knowing that she would not have been able to stop until she'd milked him off. She flicked her tongue over his cock-head, lapping up the fuck juice. The big cock knob jerked. The naughty girl kissed the prick tip, then slowly slurped it into her mouth and began to suck the dog's prick.
"Ummm," she purred happily.
Marylou adored a mouthful of dog-prick. She loved the taste and the texture. And it was thrilling to be sucking doggy-cum and cunt juice from that big cock. Her nimble tongue laved all around the fat wedge of cock meat and her sweet lips sucked lovingly, polishing the prick to a bright luster. She slid down lower and tongued a few stray drops of jism from the dog's balls, then kissed her way back to the head of his prick and gave it another sucking, savoring the succulence of a cock that had been soaked in pussy juice.
Marylou had never decided which she liked to drink better – cum or cunt juice. But having the two together, and sucking them off the head of a dog's cock, was the best of both worlds.
She drew back, a slippery trickle of fuck slime running from the corner of her sensual mouth, down her chin. Her tongue gathered it up again.
And Marylou thought about sexy little Rachel Germain again now, with her taste buds tingling from what she had just drunk – and, too, from happy expectations.
She wondered if Rachel would like to fuck the dog.
CHAPTER THREE
Rachel had really gotten turned on by the conversation she'd had with the naughty older girl and as she walked back to the farmhouse she felt as if there were a glowing ember between her legs. She, like Marylou, was wearing shorts and she looked down to make sure that there wasn't any evidence of her arousal, in the form of cunt juice trickling down her thighs. She hadn't reached that stage yet, but the crotch of her tight-fitting shorts was damp. Well, it was no wonder! How honest Marylou had been when telling about her sexual experiences. She hadn't even blushed – although Rachel had, as she listened.
The younger girl had been truly fascinated. She had never had a sexual experience herself, except with her own hands. She had never done more than kiss a boy, without parting her lips if his tongue tried to get involved. No one had ever touched her tits. She had only been finger-fucking for a little over six months, in fact, having discovered the pleasure almost accidentally. And she hadn't even been sure what was happening to her the first time her pussy creamed on her frigging hands. She'd been kind of scared, in fact – but not so scared that she didn't give herself another hand-job a few minutes later.
Since that wonderful discovery, Rachel had been finger-fucking herself with regularity, at least once a day. She liked to do it first thing in the morning, when she was still groggy with sleep, or last thing at night, before drifting into a contented slumber. She didn't often feel the need of a hand-job in the middle of the afternoon. But then, she didn't often talk to a girl like Marylou!
How could Marylou admit to such things, to a girl she had just met? Rachel was astounded by the older girl's bold confessions – and would have been even more shocked, had she realized that the naughty things that Marylou had talked about were not nearly as naughty as some of the other things she had done. She had talked freely about fucking and sucking cocks, but she had not mentioned fucking with her dog or her inclinations to suck cunts.
Innocent, virginal Rachel might well have fainted at such talk – on the other hand, she might just as well have creamed her jeans.
Rachel's mind was not as innocent as her nubile body. Although she had never experienced sex, she had thought about it a lot. When she finger-fucked herself, she pretended that it was a prick sliding in and out of her fuck hole. And sometimes she bunched her fingers together and pushed them into her mouth and tried to imagine they were a cock she was sucking.
Rachel was ready to lose her cherry.
The horny youngster was eager for her first fuck, as soon as the right guy came along. She wondered who it would be – but she never dreamed that it might be a dog…
Rachel went into the farmhouse stealthily, ashamed of her intentions, guiltily feeling that if anyone saw her going up to her room at this hour they would guess the reason. She didn't know that the farmer who had rented her the room had jerked off twice, just thinking about his sexy teenaged lodger, and would have been pleased as punch to know that the girl was frigging her cunt in his home.
She went up the stairs to her room, a rustic chamber with knotty pine walls and a patch-work quilt on the big, soft bed and a full-length mirror in a brass frame.
Rachel paused in front of the mirror to gaze at her image, wondering if her horniness could be detected in her reflection. Her pretty face was slightly flushed. Rachel had long, dark hair and green eyes. Lust wasn't really obvious in her expression. But when she looked down at her body, she saw that her nipples were sticking out against her blouse, stiff with passion. She wondered if Marylou had noticed that. She hoped not. And yet, in another way, she hoped that the brazen girl had noticed how aroused she had become – and suspected that Rachel was going to finger-fuck herself. It was darkly thrilling to imagine that.
Rachel would have liked to think that Marylou had also been turned on by the conversation and had gone home for a finger-fucking session. But the girl had only gone to play with her doggy and that, as far as Rachel knew, was not very exciting.
Rachel decided that if she was going to enjoy an afternoon hand-job, she might as well make it a good one, long and leisurely, thinking about the things that Marylou had told her as she stroked her cunt. She locked the door and then, standing in front of the mirror again, she began to take her clothing off.
It was more fun naked.
She opened her blouse and slid it back from her shoulders, arching so that her plump tits thrust out. Her young tits were not very big, but they were round and firm and her nipples stood out like a pair of missiles ready to be launched, rosy and tingling. Looking at herself in the mirror, she cupped her tits in her hands, massaging the smooth globes, then pulling at the sensitive, aroused tit tips. She purred happily as a thrill shot through those stiff tit tips and ran down into her groin.