Her Honeymoon Hound
by David Crane 


CHAPTER ONE 

The virgin bride walked down from the terrace and into the back garden. 
Behind her, the stately house was blazing with light and loud with 
conversation. She had just been married and the wedding reception was still 
in progress--and Nancy Honeycutt was frustrated. She had been hard pressed 
to save her cherry for marriage, and now that she was a lawfully wedded 
wife, Nancy was eager to get fucked. 

She had even hinted to her bridegroom, Ricky, that they might sneak up to 
one of the spare bedrooms and consummate their marriage, but he had failed 
to take the hint. Ricky was still inside, drinking cocktails and laughing as 
he socialized with the guests, totally unaware that his beautiful virgin 
bride was horny as hell. 

Nancy looked so chaste and demure and innocent in her white wedding down 
that no one suspected she was so hot that she felt as if she might be 
glowing in the darkness. She strolled morosely through the shadowed lanes 
and hedges of the garden, with her cherry cunt steaming between her shapely 
thighs and the perfume of her pussy trailing behind her. 

The young bride was not aware of the ghostly gray shape that was slinking 
along behind her, shaggy head lowered to the ground and sniffing, as he 
tracked the fragrant aroma of hot pussy. The dog, with his bestial 
instincts, knew what Nancy needed far more than her human husband did. 

Nancy was a lovely girl of eighteen, with tumbling masses of 
strawberry-blonde hair and the sort of nubile body that made every male 
wedding guest--and several of the women, as well--envy Ricky the pleasure of 
fucking her on their wedding night. She had firm, thrusting tits and a tiny 
waist, pneumatic hips and a trim, pear-shaped ass. 

It hadn't been easy to keep her cherry for marriage, what with every man she 
dated desperate to get in her panties and with Nancy yearning for her first 
cuntful of cock. But she had managed to retain her virginity, mainly by 
giving hand-jobs and keeping her steamy pussy well finger-fucked. 

The girl was justly proud of herself for coming to her wedding day a maiden. 

But now, as a wife, she was in a frenzy for her first fuck. She knew that 
she was silly for being so impatient, that Ricky could hardly have whipped 
her wedding dress up and stuck it to her in the church. Nor would it have 
been proper to disappear from the reception prematurely. But she couldn't 
help her seething frustration. 

The hotter she got, the more the big gray mongrel squirmed as he snuffled 
along in her scented wake, inhaling the aroma of her hot cunt. His nostrils 
flared and he whined. 

His red cock was jutting from his furry cock sheath. 

Nancy came to a wooden bench and sat down, with a sigh. How long would she 
have to wait? It was bad enough already, but as soon as the reception was 
over, they would be leaving on their honeymoon. Nancy's older brother had 
invited them to his lodge for the honeymoon, as a wedding present. Nancy was 
looking forward to the trip, too--only it meant a two-hour drive before they 
got there, another delay before she lost her hated cherry. 

She wriggled on the bench, her pussy simmering and juicing. She hoped that 
she wasn't getting any visible cunt juice stains on her white wedding gown. 
She could feel trickles of the warm seepage running down her inner thighs. 

She wondered if she should frig herself off. 

It seemed an insane thing to have to do on her wedding day, yet 
finger-fucking would bring her relief, of sorts, taking the immediate 
pressure off and probably putting her in a better mood. She knew that she 
would be horny again by the time she and Ricky finally got to bed. 

She grinned sheepishly, mildly embarrassed by her own uncontrollable 
passion. But frequent frigging had kept her a virgin up until now, and she 
guessed that one last hand-job wouldn't be a bad idea. 

She looked around to make sure that there was no one else wandering in the 
garden--and she failed to see the stealthy gray dog that was watching her 
from the bushes, his amber eyes glowing and his long, red tongue lolling 
out, drooling heavily as he panted. The brute's massive prick was fully hard 
by this time. The slick red cock-knob had come squeezing out from the 
drawn-back sheath, a slab of naked cockmeat that throbbed violently. His 
prick was thick and rigid, and his balls were swollen with jism. He 
whimpered softly, but waited warily, as if he somehow sensed that he was 
about to do something wrong. 

Blushing guiltily, Nancy drew the hem of her wedding dress up above her 
waist. Her tiny, sexy panties were plastered to her groin, the crotch-band 
dragged right up into her cunt gash as if by the suction of her pussy. A few 
curly wisps of cunt hair looped out on either side. 

She gazed down into her groin, blonde hair cascading across her cheeks as 
she lowered her head. She could see the outline of her clit poking out 
against the silken material. She tucked her thumbs under the elastic 
waistband and, hiking her ass up from the bench, squirmed sinuously as she 
dragged the panties over her hips and down her legs. 

Her panties were sopping wet with pussy cream and, not wanting to risk 
having them drip on her gown, Nancy flicked her wrist and tossed them away 
from the bench--and, as it happened, toward the bushes where the horny hound 
lurked. 

The soaking bikini panties fluttered to the ground, so heavy with cunt juice 
that they made a moist, splashing sound when they landed. 

The dog crept forward stealthily, following the exciting aroma that poured 
from the discarded garment. His haunches were low to the ground and he 
advanced, squirming, as if he were stalking those perfumed panties. 

Nancy would have spotted the beast then, as he crept from concealment, 
except that her eyelashes were lowered as she gazed down at her cunt. It 
always amazed her to see how juicy her pussy got when she was turned on. Her 
pink cuntlips were unfolded, her cunt slit opening into an open slot and 
that slot flooded with pearly pussy nectar. Her clit was standing out like a 
little pink log in a swamp. 

Normally, when she gave herself a hand-job, Nancy liked to take her time, 
lingering over the preliminaries and making the pleasure last. But this 
evening she simply wanted to get it over with, to cum quickly so that she 
could return to the reception before anyone began to wonder where she was 
and--dreadful thought--came looking for her and found her with her fingers 
jammed up her cunt. 

That would sure shock them, she thought wryly. 

She dipped both hands down into her crotch and began to rub her cunt with 
the steady strokes that she knew from long experience would soon have her 
creaming. She stroked her unfurled cuntlips and rubbed her fiery clit. Pussy 
nectar filled her gash and lathered her groin, ribbons of the pearly cunt 
cream running down and soaking into the tight crack of her ass. 

Tilting one wrist, she began to finger-fuck up into her cunt hole with 
steadily frigging strokes while she brushed her swollen clit with the other 
hand. Her ass wriggled on the wooden seat and her lush lips jerked in a 
screwing motion as she pumped her pussy onto her stiff fingers. More juice 
bubbled from her fuck-hole and the horny virgin bride began to shudder 
spasmodically. 

She was moaning and panting heavily--which was why she failed to hear the 
loud slurping sounds that were coming from where she had tossed her panties. 

The dog was dining deliciously on those dewy, discarded delectables. 

Nancy was soaring to the crest. Her cunt hole sucked on her fingers, and her 
clit was starting to detonate, setting off a further explosion in the core 
of her cunt. 

"Oh--ohhhh!" she moaned. 

Waves of release coursed across her slim belly and shot through her thighs, 
coming closer together as she neared the peak of her passion. 

As the flow from her pussy got hotter and thicker and creamier, it also 
became more fragrant and compelling to her mongrel admirer. The cunt-hungry 
brute had been well satisfied with her panties, his long, nimble tongue 
slurping the cunt juice from the crotchband, but now he was inhaling a 
wildly tantalizing fragrance that wafted to his snout on the cool evening 
air. 

The dog clamped his white-fanged jaws possessively on the slobber-soaked 
bikini panties and raised his head. With her panties festooning his jowls 
like some decorative and festive bunting on a hairy float, the horny hound 
raised his head and gazed longingly at the girl. 

Nancy whimpered, both hands busy, hovering at the heights. A spasm shook her 
nubile loins, then another. She finger-fucked herself through the rippling 
tides of her orgasm and, drained, slumped back along the bench. 

Her eyelashes fluttered and then she frowned. 

Shit, she thought. 

It was one of those days when a single climax wasn't enough, when creaming 
once only made her hot to cream again. Her pussy was still hot and she 
sighed, resigned to the fact that she would simply have to frig herself off 
a second time. 

Then she realized that she was being watched! 

CHAPTER TWO 

Some sixth sense might have warned Nancy, or perhaps she was simply more 
aware of her surroundings now that she had creamed--but she knew without 
doubt that she was being observed. She jerked upright, blushing furiously, 
mortified, wondering how long the watcher had been present and how much of 
her disgraceful behavior he had seen. 

She started to pull her white wedding dress down demurely over her naked 
loins, seeing, as she did so, a pair of big amber eyes gazing at her. They 
were low to the ground. Had the watcher sunk to his knees out of reverence 
for the sight of her pussy? 

Or collapsed out of shock? 

Then she saw it was only a dog. 

Nancy sighed with enormous relief as she realized that her audience was no 
more than a curious canine. It was sort of embarrassing to know that even a 
dumb animal had witnessed her self-abuse, but it was a hell of a lot better 
than if it had been one of the wedding guests or the gardener or--horror of 
horrors--her prim and proper mother-in-law! 

"Go away--shoo!" she hissed, wanting to be left alone so she could frig off 
in privacy. 

The dog cocked his head inquisitively. 

Something was swinging from his jaw, Nancy noticed. And then, shocked, she 
realized that the shaggy mutt had been chewing on her panties. 

"You naughty dog!" she admonished, wondering how she could put the panties 
back on now that they were all slippery with his doggy-slobber. His mouth 
opened and the soiled garment fell to the ground at his feet. 

Then Nancy noticed his tongue. 

That long, heavy lapper was hanging out, all slathered with the cunt juice 
he had lapped up from the crotchband of her dainty panties. And it was the 
most natural thing in the world for the randy virgin to wonder just what 
that meaty tongue would feel like slapping at her cunt. She stared at him, 
trembling. 

The brute gazed back hopefully. 

Holy shit! What am I thinking? Nancy asked herself, shocked at the depraved 
idea that so abruptly leaped into her fevered mind. I couldn't let a dog 
lick my cunt. I just couldn't. 

Could I? 

The dog was whimpering and yelping softly, all eager and trembling as he 
awaited her command. Nancy's eyes were glued to his useful-looking tongue, 
and her cuntlips were fluttering as if anticipating that wet lapper. 

Would it be so really naughty? Yeah, it would sure be naughty--especially on 
my wedding day. 

Yet that was the whole trouble, she realized. Because it was her wedding day 
and her cunt was still cherry and her husband was ignoring her--and she was 
so damned horny. 

She shook her head, dazed by her own dark desire. Well, it was only a dog, a 
tongue, she reasoned. It wouldn't be as if she were cheating on her beloved 
husband or anything, not as if she were losing her virginity. And if it made 
her feel better, she wouldn't be so cross with Ricky, and she'd be able to 
wait in a cheerful mood. 

Nancy was still holding the hem of her wedding dress up, as she had when she 
was about to drag it down and conceal her loins. Now, her hands shaking 
slightly, she pulled it back up above her hips. 

Having the grace to blush, Nancy smiled at the dog. 

"Here, boy," she called, softly. 

She slowly ran her fingertips up the inside of her thigh and then stroked 
her soaking cunt slot and flicked her fingers against her swollen clit. 

The dog snapped to taut attention, his head thrusting out as if pointing out 
a quail for a hunter's gun--or a pussy for his own meaty weapon. 

"C'mon, you dumb mutt," she urged. 

She spread her cuntlips open with her fingers, releasing a fragrant stream 
from her inner cunt folds. The dog's nostrils flared and he cocked his head. 
He was trembling violently. He took one step toward the girl, then halted 
again, hesitant and uncertain--as if he couldn't believe his good luck. 

"Damn it, get over here!" Nancy hissed, wanting to get the job done before 
anyone came looking for her. "You wanna lap my cunt, fella? C'mon--get that 
big, wet tongue working on my fuck-hole!" 

Following his nose, the gray mongrel advanced, his haunches lowered and 
moving stealthily, as if he were stalking a juicy bunny rabbit. His 
hindquarters squirmed. His prick was jutting out so long and hard that the 
brute was almost stepping around the pounding prick, and his balls were so 
bloated that his hind legs were bowed out. 

Nancy gave her pussy another rub, but then she jerked her hand away, not 
wanting to risk creaming from a hand-job when the dog's tongue was 
available. 

The beast was close to her now. She could hear his panting breath hiss in 
and out and feel it waft onto her knees. She slid down on the bench, her 
trim ass perched on the very edge and her long, sleek legs trailing to the 
ground. Her thighs were parted and she tilted her slim belly upward, 
presenting her steaming pussy. 

The dog hunkered down and shoved his snout out. His cold black nose sniffed 
at the inside of her thigh, then his lapper slid out and he licked at the 
sun-blemished flesh. The loose skin wrinkled over his shaggy brow as he 
stared up at the girl, looking eager but nervous. 

"Dog-yummies," Nancy purred, jerking her hips. 

A trickle of cunt cream slowly slid down her leg, unwinding like a pearly 
ribbon. The dog yelped and his heavy red tongue slurped the spillage up 
eagerly. Starting near the inside of her knee, he began to lick his way up 
her thigh, following the trail of overflowing pussy cream. 

He rumbled deep in his throat and his haunches jerked and quivered as his 
sensitive nostrils drew closer to the source of her tantalizing fragrance. 
He snuffled and whined, his nose flaring as he inhaled the delicious scent 
of cunt. 

Nancy gave her belly a thrust, lifting her streaming pussy higher and 
shoving down toward the dog's muzzle as if offering him some juicy meal in a 
hairy bowl. 

"C'mon, you son of a bitch!" she rasped impatiently--and accurately, as 
well. 

Any inhibitions that the virgin bride might have had had melted away in the 
flaming inferno of her desire. She was desperate to feel the beast's nimble 
tongue lapping at her fiery pussy. 

Her lush thighs spread wider and her ass ground on the edge of the bench. 
Her cunt slot was open in a wide oval, revealing the darker, inner folds, 
all streaked with pussy juice. Cunt juice was spilling heavily from her 
pussy gash and running down her crotch, seeping into the right crack of her 
ass and soaking the bench under her. 

The gray mongrel yelped. His lips curled back from his gleaming fangs in a 
sort of snarl, intimidatingly. But the last thing that horny hound wanted to 
do was to bite that succulent pussy. His amber eyes glowed and his hot 
breath billowed up into Nancy's cunt. Her clit stirred in that heated 
breeze. 

The brute thrust his snout out and his cold nose bumped against her cunt. 

His tongue slid out and ran upwards, dragging through the slot between her 
unfurled cuntlips and whipping against her clit. It flipped on up and 
rustled in her blonde pussy thicket. 

The brute yelped gleefully. His blunt head sank down and he ran his tongue 
into the crack of her ass, where cunt juice had seeped into the tight 
crevice between those firm ass cheeks. Lifting his muzzle, tongue dragging, 
the dog slurped up from her ass crack and on through her steaming cunt slot 
and across her clit. 

"Oh!" Nancy gasped, as that meaty lapper stirred through her creamy cunt. 
Then she moaned and shuddered with the pure joy of it. 

Letting an animal lick her cunt was naughty, she knew--but it was all the 
more exciting simply because it was so naughty. Nancy was starting to pant 
like a dog, herself, as her pussy steamed on his wet tongue. 

The mutt's first laps had been tentative and experimental. Now he began to 
slurp away with unbridled enthusiasm. His broad gray head bobbed up and down 
as his tongue glided fluidly through her creamy cunt gash. He slapped the 
meaty lapper into her pussy slot, then stiffened it and shoved it right up 
beside her hot cunt hole. She wailed with rapture. The brute's tongue felt 
huge and hot as it slithered up into her cherry pussy. 

The mongrel licked at her unfolded cuntlips, laved her tingling clit, then 
shoved his tongue back up into her smoldering fuck-hole. He tongue-fucked in 
and out. Her pussy was so wet that his lapper was splashing in her creamy 
tide as it whipped into the overflowing cunt slot. 

Nancy's trim ass churned on the bench. Her slim belly pumped in a screwing 
motion as she ground her gooey pussy down onto the animal's eager muzzle. 
Her nubile, pneumatic hips jerked from side to side. Her lovely face turned 
and tipped back, strawberry-blonde hair tumbling over her cheeks. Her face 
was a mask of lust, eyes narrowed and lips parted. Her tits heaved up in her 
bodice as she panted heavily. 

She had abandoned herself to passion--a wicked wanton woman wearing a chaste 
white wedding gown. 

The dog's lapper slapped steadily into her pussy. Dog-slobber dribbled into 
her open cunt slot, blending with her creamy cunt goo. Streaks of pussy 
slime trickled down the brute's hairy muzzle and, as his fat tongue whipped 
in, more of the pearly slime sprayed out, soaking her belly and cunt bush 
and thighs. 

The dog yelped and whimpered with wild enthusiasm. She was so wet now that 
his tongue was floating as it slid into her pussy slot. Her cuntlips sucked 
on his meaty lapper and her clit flared against his taste buds, driving the 
beast even wilder. He thrust in as if he were trying to bury his whole head 
up into that flowing fuck-hole. 

Nancy gazed down over the rise of her heaving tits, her eyes narrowed, 
watching the dog's big, blunt head wallow around in her smoldering crotch. 

The psychological thrill was almost as great as the hot physical sensation. 
I'm getting my cunt licked by a fucking doggy, she thought. And I adore it! 

The brute ducked down and wedged his soaking lapper into the crack of her 
ass again, gathering up the seepage from that aromatic tunnel. Nancy hiked 
up higher and his tongue slid into the tight brown bud of her shit hole. She 
squirmed on his muzzle as he lapped at her asshole. 

His tongue slowly dragged back into her crotch, then slid up and lay on her 
cunt mound for a moment, like some moist pink serpent basking in a sunny 
glen. Cunt juice had pooled in the middle of his fat lapper and dribbled 
from the upcurled edges, matting her blonde cunt bush. 

Nancy clamped her sleek thighs around the beast's head, holding him close, 
pulling his snout into her pussy. Then she threw her legs wide open again, 
giving the dog free rein to wallow in her crotch. 

Her eyes glazed, her lips trembled. The waves of bliss were starting to run 
across her loins and shoot on up her trembling thighs. 

Gonna cream, she thought. 

The flow from her fuck-hole was getting hotter and thicker and creamier as 
her cunt juice heated to girl-cum. He jammed his snout in, grinding his 
flaring nose in her pussy as his nimble tongue spooned up the steaming flow. 
His muzzle was all streaked with her juices and the stuff poured out onto 
his tongue like melted pearls on a red cushion. 

The jolts of joy rushed through Nancy's virgin pussy, coming faster, the 
peaks higher. Her clit detonated and her cunt melted. Then the rippling 
waves were merging into one dynamic crest and the sex-crazed girl was 
whimpering like a bitch in heat. 

She jerked spasmodically as the last sweet spasm ripped through her. Her 
pussy bubbled like a fountain and the mongrel lapped it up ravenously, all 
his bestial sexual instincts raging. 

Nancy whimpered and sank back along the bench, dazed by her climax. Her 
eyelashes fluttered and a contented smile turned up her sensual lips. The 
dog was still slurping merrily away, mopping her cunt muff and lapping up 
the last tasty drops from her groin. His hot, wet tongue still felt lovely 
even after she had finished creaming, and Nancy lay back and enjoyed it for 
a few more minutes. 

She would have liked to linger there and cream his tongue again. But she 
knew she had better return to the reception. She got up with a sigh. 

The mongrel raised his head, his jaw dripping like that of a wolf standing 
over a carcass. He eyed Nancy expectantly. 

Nancy smiled affectionately at the obedient mutt, leaning down to stroke his 
head. His brow furrowed and he whimpered, rubbing against her hand. His 
haunches were jerking and his bushy tail switched about. 

Nancy hadn't even thought about the other half of the favor. She should 
have, having jerked off lots of horny young men to keep them content as she 
kept her cherry. 

But this was only a dog. 

Then the dog jumped up... 

CHAPTER THREE 

The dog's haunches heaved and he bounded up, planting one front paw on 
either side of Nancy's nubile hips. He was looking into her face. His tongue 
lolled out and girl-cum dangled in slimy strings from his jowls. There was 
an almost human look of pleading in his amber eyes. 

Nancy was afraid that dog-slobber and cunt-juice were going to drip onto her 
wedding dress, and she pushed the brute's head away--but gently, feeling 
very tender towards the mutt for the pleasure he had so willingly given her. 

He yelped and humped. His huge, stiff prick loomed up over her slim belly. 

The red slab of his naked cockhead bulged out from the hairy sheath, 
throbbing and pulsating. The dog's piss hole was gaping open and the globs 
of pre-cum had oozed out, slathering his prick-knob like whipped cream on a 
plum. 

Nancy realized that there was danger of soiling her gown with more 
incriminating evidence than doggy-drool and cunt cream--that his flaring 
cockhead was liable to start dripping, or worse, shoot off all over her 
tits. 

"Get down, boy," she rasped, shoving at him. 

The brute whined and slid lower, but instead of hopping down from the bench 
he wrapped his front legs around her thigh and began to hump her leg. 

"Stop that--get away!" she demanded. 

But the sight of his huge, pounding prick thrilled the girl. She stared at 
his cockhead as if mesmerized. But then she snapped out of it, knowing that 
if the dumb brute got his rocks off in that position, his fuck-juice was 
going to squirt up all over her white bodice. Those creamy stains would be 
hard to explain when she went back inside. 

She grasped the beast by the scruff of his neck and dragged him from her 
thigh. He hopped down then, his head hanging, looking dejected. 

"Sorry, doggy," Nancy apologized, feeling selfish and cruel for having 
gotten the poor brute so worked up and then leaving him frustrated. 

But what else could she do? 

If he had been a guy, she would have been glad to jerk him off, but he was 
only a dog, and the innocent virgin couldn't possibly frig off a dog. 

Could she? 

Since he was only a dumb brute, having paws instead of hands, he couldn't 
very well beat his own meat. And it seemed really terrible of her to ignore 
his pitiful condition. He looked so forlorn and despondent. 

And his prick was so big and hard that the palms of her hands were tingling. 

Oh, it's too naughty--I mustn't, she told herself, shaking her head as if to 
clear it of unholy impulses. 

Hardening her heart to the brute's plight, Nancy stood up from the bench and 
started to retrieve her abandoned panties--although she knew that they were 
much too soggy to put back on and would have to be thrown away. 

But the dog came trotting at her heels, sniffing at her ass, his massive 
hard-on swinging under him like the boom of a sailing ship. 

Nancy hesitated, with a troublesome thought. What if the dog wouldn't stop 
following her? Hell, she couldn't very well return to the reception with a 
horny hound trotting at her heels, his bloated cockhead dripping pre-cum on 
the carpet. 

It dawned on Nancy that she had no choice. She had to jack the beast off or 
risk disgrace. It wasn't as if she really wanted to, she assured herself, 
although she couldn't deny that the idea was exciting nor that the palms of 
her hands were itching for a feel of that throbbing cockmeat. 

She did owe the dog a favor and, being a dog, there was no way he could tell 
anyone what she had done. And, all in all, Nancy convinced herself that 
there was nothing else that she could possibly do under the circumstances. 

Nancy made up her mind that she had to do what she wanted to do, anyhow. 

She decided to jack off the dog. 

Turning, she bent down to stroke his head. The beast squirmed and wriggled, 
winding around her legs. Nancy was wondering how to go about it. She knew 
how to jack guys off and figured that the hand motion would be the same with 
a dog, but she was wondering about the position. When she frigged off a guy, 
it was usually in a car--and she had always opened her blouse so that his 
jism spurted onto her tits and didn't soil her clothing. But she couldn't 
very well take her wedding dress off here in the garden, and she was 
concerned that the dog's spunk might squirt all over the place. His balls 
certainly looked loaded. 

She figured it would be best to pump his prick from behind, so that his cock 
was aimed away from her and his jism could shoot harmlessly onto the ground. 

She walked back to the bench with the beast yapping and yelping expectantly, 
as if he had sensed the change in her attitude. She grabbed his neck and 
yanked him up so that his front paws were on the bench as they had been 
before, but without sitting down, herself. 

He arched his neck, looking back inquisitively. His flanks rippled and his 
hindquarters bucked, shoving his enormous cock up before his belly. 

Nancy drew her wedding gown up above the waist, worried about grass stains 
as well as dog-cum. She knelt down behind the dog as he angled up onto the 
bench. She stroked his flanks and haunches, and he whimpered. She pressed 
her belly up against his quivering ass and his bushy tail began to wag, 
whipping around between her legs. 

It was a strange and pleasant sensation to have a dog's tail flailing her 
pussy, and Nancy wriggled around, rubbing her cunt against the hairy 
appendage. 

Then she reached around his flank and dipped her hand into his groin from 
behind. She cupped his swollen balls, squeezing gently and lifting them 
slightly in her palm, as if weighing his cum-load. His hairy ball sacs 
ballooned and she thought that she could hear his jism sloshing around in 
the bags as his balls tightened inside the loose skin. 

It was making her horny again. 

She shoved her belly up and, thighs rippling, rubbed her creamy cunt gash up 
and down along the raised ridge of the dog's backbone, riding him like a 
horse. Cunt-seepage slimed down his hairy gray flanks. 

Yelping, the beast humped frantically, stabbing his prick in and out at an 
upward angle. Nancy whipped her pussy along his spine a few more times, 
loving the feel of that hairy back between her thighs. But she was being 
selfish again, she knew. Now it was his turn. 

"Wanna cum, boy?" she whispered, leaning down to speak into his ear. 

The she knelt behind the brute again. Her hand caressed his balls and she 
was thrilled at how huge they were. The thought of emptying those big balls 
and seeing all of his hot, thick dog-jizz shoot out was really turning Nancy 
on. She was damned near as excited about it as the dog was. 

She leaned down past his haunches so that she could gaze under him. Her hand 
slid up from his balls and folded around the thick hilt of his long, hairy 
cockshaft. She held his prick lightly, enjoying the way that his rock-hard 
fucker was throbbing. 

She skimmed her fist up and down, just brushing her palm lightly over his 
prick. The brute yelped and began to hump vigorously, his whole body 
vibrating, his bushy tail dragging between her legs. 

Nancy tightened her grip and stroked his prick again. As her fist pulled up, 
his hairy cock sheath rolled over his prick-knob like a carpet, and as she 
pumped back towards his balls she skinned his cockhead. It loomed out in a 
great wedge of slick red cockmeat. 

More pre-cum squeezed from his piss hole and trickled down the slope of his 
cock-knob and onto his prickshaft. Gooey drops welled up in the web between 
her thumb and forefinger and her fist slid more fluidly now that the brute's 
hard cockstalk was lubricated by his seepage. 

The animal jerked frantically, fucking through Nancy's fist so fast that his 
prick was a blur. Her tits pressed to his haunches as she leaned closer, her 
fascinated eyes glued onto his cockhead. Nancy always loved to see a guy's 
jism spurt out, and the very idea of pumping the spunk out of a dog's balls 
was driving her wild. 

His balls swung in and out like the dewlap of a rutting moose, slapping 
against the heel of her hand as she pulled back on his prick. Those fat 
balls were so full of fuck-juice that they whacked against her like a 
blackjack, with a dull thud. 

"Cum, doggy--" she moaned. 

She jerked back as he shoved his prick out through her fist, the angry red 
cock-knob gleaming. 

Nancy sniffed, inhaling the musky, gamey aroma of the dog's cockmeat along 
with the starchy fragrance of his dribbling pre-cum. Her head spun. Nancy 
was yearning for the magic moment when the brute's massive cock exploded in 
her fist and his cum hosed from his piss hole. 

"Shoot--slime for me," she whimpered. "Oooh--let me watch you cream!" 

Her cunt was bubbling as his tail lashed around in her groin. The dog's tail 
was soaking with Nancy's overflow, and cunt juice was running down her 
thighs again. She grabbed the tip of his tail with her free hand and began 
to wipe it back and forth through her crotch, as if she were drying her cunt 
on a hairy towel--but instead of drying it, she only spread the pussy-juice. 

Yanking his tail through her crotch, she pumped his cock faster, her fist 
flying up and down on the slimy prickshaft. The iron-hard rod of his prick 
pulsed hotly. His cock was so stiff now that it was almost humming like a 
tuning fork. 

The brute tossed his head back, eyes gleaming, teeth bared, howling like a 
wolf. 

"Yeah--yeah--blow it out, boy!" Nancy wailed, feeling his prick expand 
toward the creamy crest and knowing that he was ready to get his rocks off. 

The dog shot his cum-load. 

As Nancy frigged back on his prick, his cum-load came rushing up the hard 
cockrod and a jet of jism sped from his frantically pounding prickhead. 

Dog-cum shot out over the back of the bench in a long trajectory, 
splattering onto the ground. 

Nancy wailed with lust. 

She pumped his prick again and a second foaming deluge of cum hosed from his 
prick-knob, spraying out in all directions. The dog was going crazy, humping 
and heaving and howling as Nancy pumped away, draining his balls. 

Cum spouted from his cockhead, great creamy lumps of the stuff rising into 
the air like creamy clouds, then falling heavily back onto the bench and the 
ground. She jerked back, and yet another thick geyser of cum rose in a 
foaming column, hanging suspended for a moment, then falling back to earth, 
thick globs bouncing like quicksilver. 

Nancy thought that the potent brute was never going to stop cumming. 

His balls seemed bottomless, his energy boundless, his prick undrainable. 
Dog-cum was coiling out in slimy ropes, as thick as condensed milk. Her hand 
was sopping wet with warm jism as she frigged happily away. 

The dog yelped, and at long last, his prick stopped spurting. He stood 
rigid, panting, as Nancy kept jacking on his prick, pumping out the last of 
his fuck-juice in a trickle. 

His cock began to soften and sag. 

Nancy stroked his prick a few more times to make sure that she had milked 
him dry. She was still yanking his tail through her crotch and wriggling 
sensually about as the hairy thing slid through her open cunt slot. 

She stopped pumping and held his diminishing prick for a moment, squeezing 
gently. Then she drew her hand away--and saw that she had a problem. 

Her hand was slathered with dog-cum and her other hand, which had been 
dragging the beast's tail through her cunt slot, was all drenched with pussy 
juice. 

And she had nothing on which to wipe them dry. 

She glanced toward her discarded panties, but they were so wet with cunt 
juice and dog-slobber that they wouldn't be absorbent. She wiped her palm on 
the dog's heaving flank, but the gooey cum was plastered between her 
fingers, starting to congeal. She couldn't get her hand clean--and how could 
she lower her wedding gown with slimy hands? 

Nancy sat back on her heels, the white gown spreading out on the grass. She 
looked at her hand and began to smile ruefully. She saw there was only one 
solution. 

Nancy brought her creamy hand up to her lips and began to lick up the 
dog-cum. 

Holy shit, she thought. The fucking stuff is delicious! 

Her explosion was of amazement, for a moment. Then it subtly changed to 
excitement, as the naughty bride thrilled to the knowledge of her own 
depravity. 

Although she had jerked lots of guys off, she had never tasted cum before. 
Now she was discovering that the stuff was scrumptious. She adored the taste 
and the texture as it made her taste buds tingle. 

I'm so naughty, she thought. 

Yet, she didn't feel at all ashamed of her behavior. It was too exciting for 
her to be embarrassed. She lowered her radiant face and, looking demure and 
chaste in her wedding gown, she lapped up the dog-cum from her cupped palm 
like a kitten slurping at a saucer of cream. She let the gooey drops run 
around on her tongue, relishing the flavor. Then her slender throat pulsed 
delicately as she swallowed. 

The dog was staring at her, his tongue hanging out as if he were laughing. 

Nancy wedged her tongue between her fingers, licking the congealing dog-jizz 
out. Then she bunched her fingers together and slid them into her mouth. She 
pushed them in and out as if they were a cock she was sucking. 

She brought her other hand up to her mouth and lapped up her own cunt cream, 
finding that the taste of pussy was delicious, as well. 

With both hands licked clean, Nancy sat back in the grass, looking a bit 
stunned. Then she giggled, amused by her own wanton behavior, feeling 
deliciously depraved. 

If jism was so succulent, lapped up second hand, she could imagine what it 
would be like to swallow a full cum-load right out of a spurting prick! 

Married now--although still regrettably a virgin--Nancy was looking forward 
to giving her first blow-job. 

To her husband, presumably. 

But it was dog-cock that captured her imagination... 

CHAPTER FOUR 

Two hours later, Nancy was still a virgin--and still horny and hungry for 
cock. 

She sat beside Ricky as they drove off on their honeymoon, a just-married 
sign on the back of the car. It was a two-hour drive to her brother's 
mountain lodge, and Nancy was squirming about on the passenger seat. Her 
cunt was smoldering like a burning ember between her thighs, and she could 
still taste the lingering flavor of the dog's cum on her tongue. 

Her gaze went to her husband's well-packed crotch and she licked her lips. 
She wanted to ask him to pull over to the side of the road and fuck her 
silly right there in the car, but she didn't suppose it would be a good 
idea. She had waited this long, and it would probably be better to finally 
lose her hated cherry in the comfort of a bed, rather than in the awkward 
confines of the car. 

She placed her hand on Ricky's muscular thigh and rubbed up and down. 

Ricky grinned. 

Her hand slid higher and his prick began to swell in his pants. Nancy had 
jacked him off many times during their courtship, and if she wanted to play 
with his prick while he drove, it was fine with him. He hiked his belly up, 
keeping both hands on the steering wheel and his eyes on the road. 

Nancy cupped his bloated balls, fondling them through his trousers, then ran 
her hand up and down the bulging length of his stiffening cock. 

"Shall I take it out?" she whispered. 

He nodded, thinking that getting his manual marital rights would make the 
trip exciting--one last hand-job before, as man and wife, they got down to 
the business of serious fucking. 

Nancy squeezed his prick through his pants, feeling it pulse and jolt. She 
slowly drew the clasp of his zipper down, then fumbled with his belt buckle 
and opened it. His fly gaped open, the flaps spreading into a wedge. He was 
wearing white nylon briefs, and the stretchy material was molded around the 
contours of his hard-on. His cockhead flared and his thick cockrod pulsed. 
Nancy gazed adoringly down into his groin, thrilled that his big cock and 
balls were now legally hers, that furtive finger-fucking would no longer be 
necessary. 

Ricky was expecting another hand-job, but Nancy had other ideas. 

Looking like the ghost of a cock encased in the white shroud of his briefs, 
his cockmeat bucked vigorously, dragging the elastic waistband out from his 
flat belly. Moaning, Nancy ran her fingertips up the underside of his 
cockrod, feeling the thick ventral vein pulse. 

A dark, sticky patch began to spread out where his cockhead ballooned in his 
briefs as his piss hole began to spill out drops of pre-cum. 

Nancy licked her lips hungrily. With the taste of dog-cum still on her 
tongue, she was ravenous for Ricky's foaming cum-load. Her expression was 
demure, eyes lowered as she leaned over his loins, but her face was flushed 
with a sexual glow. She had never sucked Ricky's cock--or anyone's cock for 
that matter, but Nancy knew for a certainty that she was going to simply 
adore having a mouthful of hot, hard prickmeat followed by the delicious 
dessert of his fuck-juice when he creamed. 

She blew on his prick-knob and that bloated slab flared, almost ripping 
through his nylon briefs. The moist patch spreading from his pisshole grew 
larger. 

Nancy ducked down and her pink tongue slid out. She licked at the bulb of 
his nylon-sheathed cock. 

Ricky gasped, glancing down in surprise. Then he grinned. He'd been hoping 
that his chaste, cherry bride would turn out to be a cock-sucker. 

Her tongue slipped around on the cock-bulge and she made a little, moist 
purring sound. Filtered through his briefs, his pre-cum wasn't as hot and 
thick as the dog's had been, but her mouth was watering, anyhow. She was 
looking forward to a long suck on his cockmeat, lingering lovingly over her 
first blow-job, and then swallowing every drop of his cum. She still had to 
wait awhile before she lost her fucking cherry, but there was no reason on 
earth why she couldn't gladly lose the virginity of her mouth. 

She licked and blew on his prick as it bucked and lurched frantically, 
stretching the nylon. Then she pulled the waistband out wide and dragged it 
down, tucking the elastic under his balls. His cock stood up stiffly. 

The car began to sway around on the road, although he still had both hands 
on the steering wheel. So much blood was rushing into his hard-on that Ricky 
was starting to feel rather light-headed, dizzy with desire. 

Nancy stared at his prick for a few moments. She glanced up at his grinning 
face, gazing through fluttering eyelashes, looking as innocent and demure as 
a girl could look when she was poised over a prick and licking her lips in 
anticipation. 

"Want a blow-job, darling?" she whispered. 

"Yeah!" Ricky enthused. 

"Shall I lick your cock, Ricky? Ummmm? Shall suck it for you, darling? 
Ooooh, I'm so hot--I'm hungry for your big prick." 

Ricky's balls were swelling enormously and his cock was bucking like a 
bronco in response to Nancy's provocative words and the proximity of her 
mouth. 

Strawberry-blonde hair fell over his loins as Nancy leaned down and touched 
the tip of her tongue against the head of his bloated prick. She took a 
single lick and drew back, sighing as the meaty flavor of hot prickmeat 
registered on her tingling taste buds. 

She licked at his oozing pricktip again, purring. Cockmeat was as delicious 
as she had thought it would be, and his frothy pre-cum was yummy. She began 
to slide her lapper all over his big, purple prick-knob. She slurped at the 
slopes and tongued his piss hole. She licked up his pre-cum and her saliva 
poured down his cock as she slobbered hungrily. 

Ricky glanced down, watching her moist, pink tongue flutter on his pricktip, 
bathing his hot cockhead with frothy slobber. He humped up from the seat, 
sliding his prick-knob against her lips, trying to slip it into her mouth. 

But Nancy wasn't ready to suck his cock yet. This was her first blow-job and 
she wanted to sample the varieties and linger over the preliminaries, 
experimenting and practicing. With the very first lick, Nancy knew that she 
was simply going to adore sucking cock and drinking cum and, although she 
was looking forward to milking him off, she was in no hurry for that creamy 
conclusion. 

Tilting her face, she slid down and began to tongue his bloated balls. 
Ballmeat tasted subtly different than the meat of his cockhead, musky and 
tart. She could feel his cum-load shift inside his balls as she ran her 
flattened tongue over them with slurping strokes. 

She curled her tongue out at the base of his cockshaft and dragged it slowly 
up the length of that iron-hard rod, tracing along the pulsing ventral vein. 
At the top of the stroke, she flashed the tip of her lapper against the 
sensitive spot where his fat cock-knob loomed out from his cockshaft and the 
dark vein spread into the delta of his cockhead. 

Blonde head bobbing, she licked up and down his cockshaft, her tongue 
switching against the veined underside of his prick and then fluttering at 
the bottom of his bulging cockhead. 

More pre-cum oozed from his cleft and washed down his cock-knob, and Nancy 
lapped it up, whimpering as the creamy goo sparked on her taste buds and 
whetted her appetite for the full load of his bloated balls. 

"Yummy," she moaned, licking at his slimy prick-knob. 

"Suck it, honey," Ricky croaked. "Suck my cock, Nancy--suck me off!" 

"Ummm--ahhhh!" she sighed, as her lapper whipped on his fat cockhead with 
fluid strokes. 

She drew back to gaze at his prick for a moment, her eyes crossing as she 
turned her vision in upon his flaring cockhead. Her saliva was steaming from 
his cockmeat and goo from his piss hole streaked her saliva. The hungry girl 
was drooling like a gourmet gazing at a feast. 

Her head ducked down again. She kissed the tip of his cock and then slowly 
let her lips part around it, feeding the slick slab into her mouth. 

Ricky groaned as that sensual maw enveloped his cockhead. He took one hand 
from the steering wheel and placed it behind her lowered blonde head, gently 
urging her to bob up and down on his prick. 

Her lips collared his cockshaft just behind the knob, turning outwards. Her 
cheeks hollowed in as she sucked on his meaty purple cockhead. Her lovely 
face was radiant with joy. Sucking on a mouthful of prickmeat was even more 
fun than licking the succulent fucker, she thought. 

She nursed adoringly on his cockhead, saliva dribbling from the oval of her 
lips and trickling down his cockstalk. She turned her head from side to 
side, winding her lips around on his prick like a nut onto a bolt, adding 
the friction of torque to the suction. 

"Ummm--ummm--ummm!" she purred as she sucked with rapture on his delicious 
cock, loving the taste, adoring the texture, thrilled by the way his sweet 
cockmeat was throbbing in her mouth. 

She began to bob her head up and down, feeding more of his cockshaft into 
her face each time she slid down. Cock-sucking seemed to come naturally to 
the horny bride. Without any previous practice or training or experience, 
she knew instinctively just how to suck cock. 

As she dragged her mouth up his prickshaft, her lips turned outwards, 
sucking on every precious inch. His prick was almost pulling her mouth 
inside out as it withdrew. She sucked up to his swollen cock-knob, nursed on 
that tasty slab for a moment, then ducked down and gorged on his cockstalk. 
Her lips slid all the way to the root of his prick, plastered at the hairy 
hilt. Her chin was brushing against his balls and her nose nestled in his 
wiry crotch hair. 

Ricky began to hump up from the car seat, fucking into her mouth as if it 
were a cunt. Nancy met his thrusts in counterpoint, her head coming down as 
his prick surged up and taking him balls-deep into her mouth. Her blonde 
hair fell in a curtain over his loins as her lips plastered around the root 
of his cock and every inch of his long fucker vanished into her mouth. 

She gagged as Ricky's gigantic cockhead clogged her throat, but she took it 
willingly, held it buried for a moment, then slowly pulled back up. 

"Ummmm," she sighed, sucking up to his prick-knob and nursing hungrily on 
the fat slab. 

Ricky was shaking violently now, nearing the peak. The car was veering about 
on the country road, racing as if the engine were in sympathetic vibration 
with the plunging piston of the driver's prick as it fucked into Nancy's 
mouth. He looked down at her bobbing head, looked at the road, glanced down 
again, watching his thick cock disappear into her mouth as he face-fucked 
her frantically. 

Nancy pulled her lips up to the dripping tip of his cockhead and, as if 
speaking into a microphone, whimpered: "Cum, Ricky--spunk my mouth, 
darling--" She went down and gulped as his cock-knob flared in her throat. 
Then she drew back up. "Cream my fucking face--hose my mouth, Ricky--I want 
your hot, thick jism!" 

Her lips stirred on his cockhead as she spoke right against that bubbling, 
steaming slab, exciting Ricky by her erotic words almost as much as she was 
exciting him by the actions of her magic mouth. 

"Shoot for me, darling," she gurgled. "I'm so fucking hungry for your jism. 
Ohhhh, Ricky--use my fucking mouth for a fuck-hole!" 

Her head slammed down in a swirl of strawberry-blonde tresses, and she gave 
a muffled gasp as his cockhead jammed in her gullet again. Ricky thrust 
upward, grinding his buried fucker deeply into her throat. 

"Gonna cum, baby!" he cried. 

"Yeah--yeah--yeah!" she whined, desperate to drink his cum-load, yearning 
for the thrill of feeling his huge prick explode in her mouth. 

"Here it comes!" Ricky howled. 

Nancy collared his cockhead and sucked as his balls erupted and the thick 
jism came spurting up his vibrant cockstalk and burst from his piss hole in 
a creamy deluge. The sweet slime skimmed over her flashing tongue, driving 
her taste buds wild, and poured down her throat. His jism warmed her belly 
like a fine cognac. 

He shot again on the recoil, spurting a gooey wad of cum into her cheek, 
then creamed again as he plowed back into her throat and spilled his 
fuck-juice right down her gullet. Her head flew up and down, milking and 
sucking, gasping and gurgling as she swallowed his delicious jizz. 

"More--don't stop--cum more!" she wailed. 

Her tongue flashed against the sliding underside of his prick as her lips 
pulled and dragged adoringly on his cum-spurting cockhead. His cock gushed 
into her mouth and he whitewashed her tonsils with great slimy coils of 
jism. 

Nancy sucked and swallowed, swallowed and sucked in a cum-drinker's rapture. 
She was gulping his cock cream down as fast as she could, but his massive 
cum-load was too much for her to swallow. Cum overflowed her sucking lips 
and poured back down his cockstalk, onto his balls. Then her face slammed 
down and she slurped the overflow back up. 

Her mouth was full of cum. Each time she swallowed, Ricky fed her some more. 
Cum swirled through her teeth, billowed in her indented cheeks, clung to the 
arched roof of her mouth like stalactites. Her tongue was floating in a sea 
of slime like a pliable pink raft bobbing around in a swamp. She sucked so 
hard that she seemed to be trying to inhale his cock right down into her 
lungs. 

A final spurt gushed onto her tongue and Ricky groaned, slumping back on the 
seat. 

Nancy kept on bobbing her head up and down and milking on his cockmeat, 
making sure that she had sucked out every precious drop from his cock and 
balls. 

Ricky stared down at her, amazed and delighted by the wanton enthusiasm with 
which his virgin bride sucked cock, by the gusto with which she had gulped 
down his cum. 

He was trembling violently, thighs jumping spasmodically, heels drumming on 
the pedals. Too shaken to drive, he pulled the car over to the edge of the 
highway and braked to a halt. His head tilted against the back of the seat 
as he panted in the aftermath of his coming. 

Nancy was still sucking on his prick. His cock was slowly subsiding, 
shrinking and softening in her mouth as she nursed on his cock-knob. She 
folded her fist around his cockstalk and jacked up and down, managing to 
milk a last gooey nugget of cum out from his piss hole. 

She pulled her mouth off his prick and looked up at his face, smiling 
dreamily. When Ricky looked down, she parted her creamy lips and pushed her 
tongue out so that he could see the streaks of cum on the pink meat. Then 
her throat pulsed as she swallowed the last mouthful. 

"I love your cum, darling," she sighed. "I'm gonna suck you off every day." 

Her face turned down. His cock and balls were coated with the cum that had 
overflowed her maw and she used her nimble tongue to slurp it up, then 
sucked his softening, rubbery cockhead back into her lips and polished the 
purple slab to a luster. 

She finally moved away from his spent prick, leaning back so that the last 
gooey trickles of his jism ran slowly down her gullet. Cum had dribbled down 
from the corners of her mouth and her tongue slid down, gathering it up. 

Ricky stared at her in awe, thinking that he had married wisely, delighted 
that his bride had turned out to be such a passionate cock-sucker. She was 
glowing radiantly with cum-drinker's contentment, looking all chaste and 
maidenly in her white wedding gown, despite her cummy lips. He would have 
loved to fuck her right then and there--but her voracious mouth had sucked 
him dry. His cock was sagging, looping out from his loins in a meaty 
parabola, and his balls were drained to the dregs. 

Nancy would have loved to get fucked, too. 

With her hungry mouth so well satisfied, the girl's cherry cunt was 
smoldering. Her fuck-hole felt hollow, a void abhorred by nature. 

She was wondering if fucking could possibly be better than sucking his 
cock--if a cuntful could feel even better than a mouthful. It was hard to 
imagine, but she was yearning to find out. 

Well, she wouldn't have to wait much longer, she figured, with the joys of 
the bridal bed awaiting and the end of her frustrating virginity in sight. 

Seeing that Ricky was watching her, she smiled and leaned across. Holding 
his limp prick up to her lips, she kissed his cock lovingly, as if out of 
gratitude for the succulent bellyful of cum that he had poured into her hot 
mouth. 

She didn't think that she had ever tasted anything as delicious as Ricky's 
hot, thick cock cream. 

But then, delicately, she blushed. 

Maybe one thing, she thought, ashamed but unable to deny her fevered 
imagination. 

Nancy was thinking about the dog-cum that she had licked up from her hand 
and imagining what it would be like to have a dog cream right in her mouth. 

But, of course, she would never suck a dog off. 

CHAPTER FIVE 

The next dog that Nancy happened to see was her brother's big, curly-haired 
Airedale, which was curled up at his feet in the huge, rustic living room of 
the lodge where they were going to spend their honeymoon. Nancy did sneak a 
quick look at the dog's cock and balls, out of curiosity. But the brute 
didn't have a hard-on and, at that moment, Nancy was thinking only of 
getting Ricky into bed and his prick into her hot virgin fuck-hole. 

Her brother, Charles, seemed to sense his kid sister's impatience and, after 
a single nightcap by the big stone fireplace, he winked at her. 

"Well, I imagine that you two newlyweds are rather anxious to have an early 
night, eh?" he said, glancing knowingly at his own lovely dark-haired wife. 

Ricky blushed and Nancy lowered her eyes. She was very much aware of the way 
that Charles was leering at her. He had always shown a more than brotherly 
interest in her, she recalled. Often, as if by accident, Charles had walked 
in on her when she was taking a bath or a shower or changing her clothing. 
Not that Nancy had minded, though. She had had a few incestuous fantasies 
about Charles, as well, and felt certain that he had often thought about her 
when he was beating his meat. She liked to think so. 

Now, smiling shyly, she was wondering if the bed in their room would squeak 
very loudly when she and Ricky began to fuck. 

She got up and took Ricky by the hand, leading him from the room and 
swinging her saucy little ass about provocatively for her brother's benefit, 
feeling his eyes burn into her. It excited her. She had to smile as she 
realized that on this, her wedding day, she was titillating herself by 
naughty fantasies of bestiality and incest, even as she led her husband to 
the bedroom. 

"Lucky guy," Charles said, grinning wickedly at his wife when the young 
couple had left the room. 

Martha gave him an amused sort of look, glancing at his groin for evidence 
of an erection. She, too, had been aware of the way that Charles had been 
gazing at his sexy little sister. 

"Why, Charles--I do believe that you've got the hots for Nancy," she said. 

"Sure--I like blondes," Charles taunted her. 

"You bastard!" Martha cried, but then she threw her raven dark head back and 
laughed, far too confident to feel jealous. But she was interested, as well. 
"Does she really make you randy?" 

Charles grinned mischievously. Charles and Martha were both liberal minded 
and kept no secrets from one another. 

He said: "Yeah--always did. When Nancy was younger and those great tits 
began to grow, I was always sneaking around trying to get a look at her. I 
did, a few times, matter of fact. Then I'd jerk off like crazy, pretending 
that my fist was my sister's cunt or mouth." 

"Ooooh--how disgusting," Martha moaned. "How delightfully disgusting, 
Charles." 

Her gaze slid down to his crotch again and, sure enough, a bulge was rising 
prominently. Whether or not he was getting a hard-on because he was thinking 
about his sister didn't seem to matter to his wife. It just seemed a shame 
not to use such a nice big hard-on. If Charles chose to fantasize about 
Nancy while he was fucking Martha, Martha didn't give a damn. She would be 
the one getting his prick, and where his mind was wandering didn't matter. 
Besides, the hint of incestuous longings was a turn-on for her, too. 

Martha stood up and, giving Charles a challenging look, raised her skirt 
above the waist. She wasn't wearing any panties. She seldom did, at home, 
because Martha and Charles were both oversexed and often fucked on the spur 
of the moment, at any time or place. 

Holding her dress up, she thrust her belly out toward Charles, who gazed 
appreciatively at her loins. Martha had a tangled jungle of ebony pussy hair 
spreading out in a wide triangle from the vee of her crotch. Wisps of dark 
curls extended toward her hipbones and a slender line ran up to her belly 
button. 

She dipped slightly at the knees and tilted her belly up, so that Charles 
could look between her lush thighs. Her cunt slot was unfurled, streaming 
juice like a swampy river through a dark forest. Her clit was standing out 
like a stiff nipple ready to be sucked. 

Holding her dress with one hand, she unbuttoned her blouse with the other. 
Her tits were heavy and full, standing out without need of support. The fat 
tit mounds looked like inflated balloons and the rosy tips looked like the 
valves by which they had been blown up. 

Charles licked his lips. 

"Too bad I'm not a blonde," Martha said, teasing her husband now, in turn. 

"You'll do, baby," he rasped. The cock-bulge in his pants began to throb, 
swelling larger. But he was not about to admit defeat in the teasing game. 
"I'll just close my eyes and pretend you're Nancy." 

"Swine," Martha rasped, but she wasn't at all disturbed by the idea. 

In fact, sexy blonde Nancy, all nubile in her wedding gown, had made Martha 
a bit horny, as well. Martha would have loved to get her head between the 
bride's slim thighs and suck her cherry cunt. 

She moved over to Charles, standing before him as he leaned back in his 
leather armchair. She squirmed around, swaying her hips and shoving her cunt 
out tantalizingly. Her big tits swung heavily. Charles stared at her and his 
prick got so hard that it was threatening to rip through the fabric of his 
fly. 

Nor was Charles the only one inspired by the sight of his sexy wife--and the 
scent of her pussy. 

The Airedale opened an eye and gazed up as her firm ass swung above him. He 
cocked an ear and rumbled in his throat. His nose twitched and flared and 
his red prick began to extend out from his cock sheath. 

Neither Charles nor Martha noticed the dog's arousal, at the moment. Martha 
leaned down and began to open Charles' fly. Her tits loomed over him, heavy 
and ripe, and he cupped the mounds in his hands, squeezing and caressing and 
pulling at the taut lips. 

Martha reached in and hauled his cock and balls out. His long, thick 
cockstalk towered up like a club, the cockhead flushed and flaring. His 
balls were so swollen that he had to part his thighs to make room for them. 

Martha gazed down lustfully at his prick. Her cunt overflowed and ribbons of 
pussy juice trickled down the smooth flesh of her inner thighs. The 
fragrance of that spillage caused the Airedale to bark, but they still took 
no notice of the excited brute. 

Martha knelt down in the big chair, one knee on either side of Charles' 
hips. His cock stood up, pressed against her gently rounded belly. She 
wriggled against him, moaning softly. His cock felt as hot as a branding 
iron as it flared on her loins. The hilt was jammed in her luxuriant cunt 
bush and his cockhead extended up to her belly button. She looked down 
longingly, seeing how high up her belly his fucker reached on the 
outside--and anticipating having it reach that far up into her smoldering 
cunt hole. 

She shoved her tits out into Charles' lust-twisted face. Holding the fat tit 
globes in both hands, he licked at the tips and tongued up her cleavage. 
Martha wriggled happily against him, her nipples explosive in his lips. His 
long prick was branding her belly and his piss hole began oozing a glob of 
pre-cum into her belly button. 

Holding her tits in his face, Martha rose up on trembling thighs and shoved 
her belly out, so that his cockhead slid into her groin. The swollen 
prick-knob was flaring in her wet pussy slot and her cuntlips sucked on the 
dripping tip. She reached back behind her ass and held his balls in her 
hand, squeezing and caressing, delighted at how swollen and full of cum 
those big balls felt. 

She began to pump her belly in and out, rubbing her open cunt slot against 
the tip of his cockhead, mopping her muff on his cock-knob without taking 
him up her pussy yet. His prick brushed against her fiery clit and she 
whimpered. A glob of pre-cum squeezed from his cleft and ran into her cunt 
gash, spreading out in the pool of pussy cream that already flooded her cunt 
slot. 

Charles sucked on her nipples greedily, his handsome face switching back and 
forth. He worked his cock muscles and the big, purple slab pulsed in her 
hairy pussy. It felt lovely to have his cockhead rubbing and throbbing 
against her cunt in this external caress, but Martha knew that it would feel 
even better to have all of that long, thick prick pounding in the depths of 
her pussy. 

She snuggled around, dipping slightly so that his cock-knob nudged into her 
steaming pussy. Her cuntlips clamped around his cockrod, clinging tightly, 
holding him in a velvet vise. She twisted her ass and hips, winding her cunt 
around on his buried cock-knob. 

Cunt juice spilled from her pussy and ran in pearly streaks down his heavily 
veined cock-shaft, dribbling onto his balls. More pre-cum oozed into her 
cunt slot. Martha could feel every hot drop as it slid into her creamy cunt 
hole. 

Thighs rippling, she slowly lowered her fuck-hole down onto his rampant 
cockrod, taking every inch of his prick up into her pussy. His hot cockmeat 
filled her to the brim and she whimpered with the joy of it. 

She held all of his cock in her pussy. Her cuntlips were plastered around 
the root of his prick and his balls were ballooning against the cheeks of 
her ass. She wriggled and twisted, not yet starting to ride up and down. 

Charles pumped his prick muscles, making his prick throb and jolt in her 
pussy. His cockhead was in the core of her cunt-hole, flaring like a 
smoldering ember, and his rock-hard cockrod levered and bucked in her 
clinging cunt. Her wet cunt walls gripped him, molded to the outline of his 
cock. The inner pussy walls contracted, the rings of contraction running up 
his prick from root to knob in concentric waves, as if she were jerking him 
off inside her flooded pussy. 

Then Martha began to rise and fall, grinding her groin onto his towering 
fucker. Charles humped up from the chair, meeting her as she slammed down, 
plunging balls-deep into her steaming fuck-hole. Her firm, round ass churned 
and her hips jerked as she fucked herself on his prick. 

She fucked faster and his iron-hard prick hissed up into her cunt, plowing 
so deep that she thought his flaring cockhead must be bouncing around in her 
vital organs. 

"Yeah, baby--ride that fucker!" he rasped. 

His hands slid down to her hips, lifting her up and then slamming her cunt 
down on his cock again. His thick cock emerged, all slathered with cunt 
juice, the dark vein pounding. She slid up until only his prick-knob was 
lodged in her pussy gash, paused, then slammed down and took it all again. 

Her pretty face jerked from side to side, raven hair tumbling about, her 
expression a contorted mask of fuck-lust. She was panting like a steam 
engine as his mighty piston stuffed her pussy to the core. 

The dog, naturally, was interested in this. 

The Airedale got clumsily to his feet, seemingly thrown slightly off balance 
by the massive weight of his cock and balls as they hung under his loins. 
His big, blunt head thrust out and he inhaled deeply. The perfume of 
Martha's well-fucked pussy was driving the brute wild. 

He came slinking up behind her grinding ass. As Martha shoved down on 
Charles' prick, the cheeks of her shapely ass spread open and her trim bud 
of an asshole added another tangy, tantalizing fragrance. 

Following his nose, the Airedale moved in and pressed his muzzle against 
Martha's ass. His long, wet tongue flipped out and slurped up through the 
tight crack of her ass, then lapped at her shit hole. 

Martha squealed, looking back over her shoulder. 

"Oh, wow! The doggy is licking my asshole out!" she squealed, wriggling on 
Charles' cock and shoving her round ass back on the brute's snout. 

Charles blinked, surprised. 

"It's okay--it feels good," the wanton woman rasped, tightening her pussy on 
Charles' buried prick and hiking her ass up a bit higher. 

The dog's heavy tongue slid right up into her shit chute. It felt as big as 
a prick as he hungrily tongue-fucked into her puckered asshole. 

Then the dog lowered his curly head and his tongue flashed against Charles' 
balls. Charles gasped at the sensation. The dog's lapper dragged over 
Charles' bloated balls and slurped up his cockshaft as that thick rod came 
sliding out of Martha's fuck-hole, all soaked with her cunt sauce. The dog's 
meaty lapper slid up the slick cockshaft and then slapped into Martha's 
well-stuffed cunt slot. 

Thrilled by the embellishment of the dog's lapping, Martha began to fuck up 
and down furiously, gorging her cunt on her husband's pounding prick. Each 
time she rose, the dog licked her pussy seepage from Charles' cock. His 
prick came out foaming with cunt juice and plowed back in frothy with the 
dog's slobber. 

Charles and Martha were churning together like a well-oiled fucking machine, 
and the horny Airedale was going crazy as he lapped around the edges and 
licked at the rim of that hot coupling. Dog-spit lathered Martha's cunt and 
gushed up the crack of her jolting ass. The brute was slurping with long, 
fluid strokes that started on Charles' balls, ran up his emerging 
cock-shaft, delved into Martha's cunt slot and then slithered on up to her 
asshole. 

"Gonna cum--gonna cum--" she gasped. 

Charles pounded up, his prick fucking into her pussy like a rocket blasting 
off. 

"Shoot, darling--spunk my cunt while I cream!" gurgled the voluptuous woman, 
slamming her pussy up and down frantically on Charles' towering cocklance. 

Her cunt was melting around his hard cockstalk like a wax candle on a 
flaming wick. As her pussy pushed down, his fat prick pumped her girl-cum 
out and the dog lapped it up ravenously. 

Cunt juice, streaked with strands of gooey pre-cum, pooled up on the dog's 
red tongue and dripped from the curled edges. His lapper slapped in, 
flailing at her flowing pussy. He yelped and whined, all of his bestial 
instincts inflamed by the flavor and the fragrance. 

Charles grunted, as his big balls suddenly exploded. He fed his cock into 
Martha's melting fuck-hole and his jism came squirting out in a foaming 
geyser. 

She wailed with bliss. It felt as if she had a firehose jammed up her cunt 
hole, hosing her raging flames with a heavy flood of hot, thick fuck-juice, 
quenching her fire with his extinguishing foam. 

Her clit detonated like a blasting cap and her pussy creamed again, pearly 
girl-cum gushing out to blend with Charles' foaming jism-load. 

The combined cum cream flooded from her pussy as Charles' spurting cock 
plunged in, stuffing her full. 

The Airedale was in doggy-heaven now, as he frantically slurped the 
delicious nectar up. Her groin and ass were drenched with tongue lather as 
his head jerked up and down. 

Charles shot again and again, jism jets splashing in the core of her cunt. 
Martha rode his spurting prick through the spasms of their simultaneous 
cumming. She was jerking like a rag doll, head flying back and forth and 
heavy tits flopping in his face. Her ass slid from side to side as she 
ground her steaming fuck-hole down, goring her pussy and creaming again as 
his cockmeat hosed her. 

Drained, Charles slumped back in the chair. 

Martha continued to whip her pussy up and down on his prick for a few 
moments, shuddering through the final flowing waves of her spasmodic orgasm. 
Then she sank over him, panting as they clung together in the tender 
aftermath of their dynamic double climax. 

The dog kept on tonguing away, lapping up the spillage that seeped from her 
cunt. 

Charles' cock ebbed, diminishing in her cunt. It came sliding slowly out and 
flopped down along his trembling thigh. The Airedale gave his prick a lick, 
tonguing Martha's succulent cunt-cum from the spent cockmeat, then he jammed 
his muzzle into her vacated fuck-hole. His nostrils flared in her creamy 
cunt slot as his tongue fucked up into her pussy hole. 

The big brute's cock was pounding like a jackhammer, and his balls were so 
heavy with jism that they rolled in and out at the root of his prick. 

But, unlike her naughty sister-in-law, Martha didn't realize that she owed 
the dog a favor. 

She leaned down and whispered into Charles' ear, still shifting her ass 
around as the desperate dog gulped the spillage from her cunt slot. 

"Let's go to bed, darling," she suggested. "I feel like fucking all night, 
Charles. Take me to bed and fuck my ass off--and you can think about your 
sister as much as you like, as long as you fuck me silly." 

Charles grinned agreeably. His cock had softened, but he knew damned well 
that his sexy wife could soon have it thundering for another fuck. Martha 
shifted and stood up, taking him by the hand and drawing Charles to his 
feet. 

The Airedale yelped. 

"Naughty doggy," she admonished, laughing. 

His tongue had been a real treat, and lascivious Martha was thinking that 
she might have to experiment some more with the pleasures of a dog's tongue. 

But she didn't think about the dog's cock as she led Charles from the room, 
glowing with anticipation of a long night of fucking. 

The Airedale gazed after them, looking very disappointed. 

And that was why a very horny doggy happened to be wandering through the 
hallways of that spacious lodge, when, a bit later, the bride left the 
bedroom... 

CHAPTER SIX 

Nancy undressed in the bathroom, not wanting Ricky to notice that she wasn't 
wearing any panties under her wedding dress. 

She looked at her naked body in the mirror and smiled, more than satisfied. 
Her tits were plump and capped by rosy, swollen tips, her ass and hips were 
curvaceous and her waist was tiny. No man had ever seen her naked 
before--except, as if by accident, her admiring brother--and Nancy was 
looking forward to basking in the glow of Ricky's admiration. 

Ricky was already undressed and in bed when his bride emerged from the 
bathroom. He grinned as he watched her nubile body glide toward him through 
the shadows. 

She stood beside the bed for a moment, letting Ricky's eyes move over her. 
It made her feel all warm and wanted. Then she slid onto the bed beside him, 
and Ricky turned towards her. They kissed lightly, at first, their lips just 
brushing teasingly together, then more passionately. Her lips parted and 
Ricky's tongue pushed into her mouth. She sucked on it, then shot her own 
tongue into his mouth, in turn. 

She smiled secretly, knowing that Ricky could taste his own cum residue on 
her tongue and lips and wondering if he was also tasting the dog-cum. 

They swapped tongues and saliva, panting heavily into each other's open 
mouth. Nancy began to squirm. She pushed her belly out and felt his 
rock-hard cock press an indentation from her blonde triangle to her belly 
button. She wriggled against his cock sinuously, trembling in anticipation 
of having that big fucker shoved up her cherry cunt. 

Ricky ran his hands up and down her sleek flanks and stroked her ass and 
thighs, then kneaded the plump mounds of her pert tits. His head dipped down 
and he licked at a stiff tit tip, then sucked on it. She stroked his head, 
cradling his face to her tits. 

She reached down between them and folded her hand around his vibrant 
cockshaft, holding that throbbing rod but not frigging up and down. She sure 
didn't want to run the risk of jerking him off on their wedding night. 

Ricky ground against her and his hand moved down to cup her cunt. The heel 
of his palm rested on the shelf of her bushy cunt mound and his fingers slid 
in to stroke her fuck-slot, dipping into the wet folds. Nancy's ass jerked 
as she rubbed her pussy against him for a pleasant moment. But she wasn't 
about to settle for a hand-job, either. 

"Don't frig," she whispered. "Fuck." 

She rolled away from him and onto her back, arching her slender, shapely 
body and parting her thighs. She raised one knee slightly. Ricky's hand was 
still on her pussy and he rubbed her again, pulling his fingers over the 
swollen nugget of her clit. 

He rose onto his knees and moved between her legs. His cock was jutting up, 
balls bloated at the base and knob gleaming at the top. Nancy gazed down 
past her upthrust tits, imagining how deep that long, thick fuck-rod was 
going to plunge up her pussy. 

She tilted her groin upward and jerked her hips invitingly. Her cuntlips 
peeled open and thick pussy nectar foamed out, lathering her loins and 
soaking into the tight crack of her upthrust ass. 

"Fuck me, darling," she moaned. 

Ricky dipped down and hiked his ass up, so that his prick was angled into 
her crotch. He shoved it out and the cock-knob nestled in her soaking cunt 
slot. The glowing slab pulsed, sliding around in her pussy gash and brushing 
against her clit. He paused there, with his prick at her virgin portals. 

Nancy writhed against him. With her virginity numbered in seconds now, she 
was seething with desire. Her slender back bridged deeply, her parted thighs 
rippled, and her cunt juiced on his cockhead. 

"Shove it up me, Ricky!" she whimpered. 

His hands slid under her ass, holding her firm asscheeks and lifting her 
loins a bit higher as he braced for the first thrust into her pussy. But her 
steaming cunt was already working on his cockhead, the cuntlips sucking like 
a mouth, dragging the fat slab deeper into her fuck-chute. Ricky groaned as 
he felt her fuck-hole pulling him deeper. His prick-knob disappeared with a 
moist slurping sound. Her cuntlips collared his cockstalk, fluttering and 
sucking. His cock-meat slid deeper as her cherry gash greedily pulled him 
in. 

Ricky's face twisted with a grimace of lust at the sensation her cunt was 
giving him. He had used her mouth like a cunt in the car, and now her cunt 
was sucking on him just like a mouth. Ricky realized that Nancy's mouth and 
cunt were interchangeable, that she could be fucked at either end and could 
suck with either hole. Again, he thought how wisely he had wed. 

Nancy's suction cup of a cunt had dragged nearly a third of Ricky's fat cock 
into her fuck-tunnel. He looked down into her groin, seeing his thick prick 
splitting the coral-pink folds of her pussy gash. 

"Give it to me," she whined. 

Ricky's ass jolted and he slammed forward driving his hard cocklance into 
her wet fuck-hole. 

Nancy wailed when she felt her cherry go. 

His cock fucked in to the hilt and his balls jammed against her writhing 
ass. 

He held his cock buried in her for a long moment, thrilling to the sensation 
of having every inch of his prick enveloped in her hot, wet fuck-hole--and 
letting Nancy know the pure bliss of having her pussy stuffed to the brim 
with throbbing cockmeat for the first time. 

Nancy began to move first. 

Her ass jerked and she pulled her cunt sleeve up his cock to the knob, 
paused, then sinuously slid back down, gorging her pussy as she took him 
balls-deep again. It felt as if she had a red-hot crowbar stuck up her cunt, 
and she wailed with the joy of it. 

Ricky began to move with her, humping in counterpoint. He fucked his cock in 
as Nancy jolted down onto him, his ass corkscrewing. As he pulled back, her 
hips twisted, winding her fuck-hole on his retreating prick. 

He dipped lower and fed it to her with long, underslung strokes, his balls 
dragging along the bed. Then he hiked up and fucked into her from above, 
running every inch of his cockstalk across her fiery clit as it went in and 
out. He was hammering away violently into her seething cunt hole, his balls 
slapping against the curves of her ass. Nancy was going wild under him, 
churning and thrashing in a mad frenzy as she slammed down and stuffed 
herself full of prick. 

Her body coiled and uncoiled like a soft spring, and her lovely face turned 
from side to side on the pillow, blonde hair streaming out. Her eyes were 
half closed and her sensual lips were parted. 

"Fuck--fuck--fuck--" she moaned. 

Ricky plowed in and her cunt clamped around the shaft of his cock as his 
prick-knob pounded up into the core of her pussy, smoldering in the depths 
of her loins like a lump of molten iron. Her cuntlips pulled out along his 
cockshaft as he withdrew, clinging to his sliding prick as her clit sparked 
against the hard fucker. 

She bridged and arched, squirmed and wriggled, lost to the rapture of 
fuck-lust. Fucking was even better than she had expected it to be--even 
better than sucking his cock! Nancy wanted to fuck and fuck and fuck. She 
never wanted to endure an empty cunt again! 

Her sleek thighs clamped around his hips and she locked her heels behind his 
grinding ass, riding him from below. Her heels rubbed up and down along the 
crack of his ass. Then her legs shot out, knees bent, and her feet began to 
bicycle in the air above his haunches. She grunted as his cock filled her 
cunt hole, and she whimpered as it pulled back out against the suction. 

Nancy made hooks of her thighs and a deep cup of her crotch and fucked in a 
frenzy. Ricky was pouring the prick to her steadily, but the horny bride was 
moving even faster, her ass and hips jolting furiously, as if she couldn't 
get enough of his prick, couldn't fuck fast enough. Her heels drummed on his 
ass, beating out a tattoo, urging him to fuck the cock to her faster and 
harder. 

Her fuck-hole began to cream on his prick. Cum juice filled her cunt, so 
thick that it felt like he was shoving his prick in a paste pot. 

"Shoot in my cunt, darling!" she gurgled. "Ooooh--give me your fuck-juice, 
Ricky!" 

Ricky groaned and fucked it to her, feeding her furry furnace with his 
phallic fuel. His hard prick hissed up her melting pussy, the cock-knob 
splashing into her cum flood. His balls were pulsing and expanding as he 
neared the creamy crest. He fucked in to the hilt. Her cuntlips clamped open 
around the root of his prick, and his massive balls whacked on her jolting 
ass. 

"Now!" he cried, and his fuck-juice rocketed into Nancy's steaming cunt 
hole. 

She cried out in ecstasy as she felt his jism hose her pussy in spurt after 
spurt. Hot and thick as melted lead, the sweet slime flooded into her cunt 
in a torrent. Her hot cum juices gushed out to meet his fuck-juice, swirling 
like a whirlpool in her pussy. 

They ground together and creamed together. Each time Ricky shot another 
thick load into her cunt, Nancy melted again. 

The bed groaned under their thrashing weight, springs squeaking. Nancy 
wondered if her brother could hear them fucking--and she creamed again at 
the thought. 

Ricky pumped it to her and his last squirt of cum jetted into her smoldering 
cunt core. Then, panting, he slowed down and his fuck-strokes became 
erratic. Nancy kept on fucking her pussy onto his prick as she milked her 
own sweet coming off and shuddered with every spasm. 

Ricky smiled down at her, then leaned down to kiss her lovingly on the lips. 
His cock slowly slid from her cummy cunt. The cockhead popped out like a 
cork from a bottle and his prick swayed up and down for a moment, dripping 
onto her curly-haired cunt mound. Then his cockstalk lost its tension and 
his cockhead flopped down on her pussy. 

Ricky rolled off her and sprawled out, breathing heavily, delighted with his 
bride's performance. She might have been a virgin--but she sure knew how to 
fuck! 

Nancy lay on her back, cum and cunt cream pouring from her gaping pussy. A 
damp, dark patch spread out under her ass on the sheet. She could still feel 
the fat contours of his cock in her empty cunt hole, as if the pliable pussy 
walls had molded themselves to its shape. It almost felt as if his prick was 
still in her. When she moved her hips, she could feel a tide of thick cum 
ripple in her cunt hole. 

She smiled happily. 

Her first fuck had been wonderful, and the insatiable bride was already 
looking forward to the next one. Full of cum, her pussy began to simmer and 
steam again, yearning to be stuffed full of hot cockmeat and hosed full of 
more jism. 

They had fucked in the missionary position, and now she was wondering how to 
do it the next time. Should she get on top and squat on his cock, riding to 
a climax? Or maybe kneel down and let him throw it to her doggy-fashion? 
Kneeling face to face might be nice, and she knew she would thrill to a 
standing knee-trembler. 

Determined to be a dutiful wife, she turned to Ricky to ask him how he 
wanted to fuck next. 

But Ricky was sound asleep. 

Nancy frowned. 

Had she bought a pig in a poke? Was Ricky a one-shot guy? She had a terrible 
fear of frustration in the future. Once a night was never going to be enough 
fucking for her, she realized, now that she had at long last lost her 
cumbersome cherry. Even twice a day wouldn't be enough, since she wanted at 
least one cum-load in her mouth. 

She gazed at his crotch. His balls were shrunken and his glistening prick 
was limp. 

Even soft, his cock was impressive, and Nancy leaned over his loins and 
began to lick his prick, hoping to mouth him to another hard-on. 

His cock was even more delicious now that it had been dipped in her cunt 
hole, she discovered. She was certainly not a lesbian, but she had to admit 
that cunt juice tasted lovely. She licked up and down his soft prick and 
laved the deflated cock-knob thoroughly. She sucked his cock into her mouth 
and nursed, winding her tongue around the slab as her lips suckled and 
pulled. She was trying desperately to get a response out of his spent cock. 

His fucker stayed soft in her mouth. 

Whimpering with frustration, she ducked down and fed it all in, even taking 
his balls into her lips. But his prick was bent and loose. The cockhead 
turned into her cheek and his balls remained deflated. 

She sucked and licked for a few minutes, still hoping to stiffen his cock 
and refill his balls. Ricky made a sound and she looked up, thinking that it 
had been a moan of rising passion. But he was only snoring. 

Damn, she thought. She pulled her mouth off his prick and it flopped down, 
limp against his belly. She had sucked all the lovely fuck-slime from him 
and his prick was drenched with her saliva. 

Nancy sighed, hungry in the mouth and horny in the cunt. 

I guess I'll have to finger-fuck myself, she thought, frowning unhappily. 
What a waste it seemed to cream her own hand, now that she was married. She 
sure hoped it wouldn't be a permanent necessity. Well, Ricky had had a few 
drinks, and she had sucked him off before, so maybe there was some excuse 
for him tonight, she told herself. 

She dipped her hand into her crotch. 

Then she heard scratching and sniffing sounds at the bedroom door... 

CHAPTER SEVEN 

Nancy looked toward the door, wondering what was making those sounds. Her 
hand was already on her cunt, and she stroked up the open gash and flicked 
her fingertips against her taut clit, but the motion was more of habit than 
anything else. When her hand was on her pussy, Nancy just automatically 
rubbed it. 

After a moment, curious, she got up from the bed and walked over to the 
door. Pearly cum juice slid down her thighs and her cunt was still burning 
and steaming. 

She opened the door a crack and looked out. 

The Airedale raised his head and whined, his hindquarters squirming. The 
brute looked baleful but hopeful. Nancy bent down and looked under the 
animal and smiled when she saw that he had an enormous hard-on. 

It would be really naughty to keep fooling around with dogs on her wedding 
night, she thought. Still, since she had already gotten her pussy lapped and 
jacked off a gray mongrel, even before her husband had claimed his cherry 
prize, the idea was not totally shocking to her. 

It wasn't as if she were cheating on Ricky or anything, she reasoned. And it 
was all Ricky's fault, anyhow, for falling asleep with the job half done. 

And that poor dog sure looked like he needed to get his balls emptied! 

Nancy glanced back at the bed and saw that Ricky was still sleeping soundly. 
What he didn't know wouldn't hurt him. And it seemed silly to suffer her 
frustration and to leave the dog so desperately horny when they could so 
easily do each other a creamy favor. 

Smiling wickedly, feeling all aglow with a delicious sense of naughtiness, 
Nancy stepped out naked into the hallway and closed the door softly behind 
her. 

The Airedale yelped and jammed his big, square-jawed head into her blonde 
cunt bush, sniffing and snuffling as he inhaled her pussy perfume. 

Nancy dipped down slightly and parted her slim thighs. The horny brute slid 
his muzzle between her legs and his fat red tongue stirred up her cunt slot. 

"Ummmm," she sighed. 

She tensed her legs and moved her belly up and down, slowly mopping her cunt 
muff against his curly snout. His lapper was going crazy in her cunt slot, 
flashing and slapping away and spraying pussy juice out. 

"You wanna cream me, boy?" she whispered. "Ummm? You wanna lap me off, do 
you?" Her ass jerked and she shot her lithe hips out from side to side, 
enjoying his nimble tongue. "Want me to frig your big cock, boy?" 

To her credit, that was all that Nancy intended to do. She wanted to get her 
pussy tongued and to give the dog a hand-job in return. But she should have 
known better. 

Nancy knew what dog-cum tasted like now. 

And Nancy was no longer a virgin. 

Things were sure to get out of hand... 

She couldn't very well fool around with the brute right there in the 
hallway, she knew, and she didn't want to bring him into her room in case 
Ricky should wake up. She didn't suppose he would be too pleased if he woke 
up to find his bride jerking an Airedale's prick. 

But the bedroom next to theirs was empty, she knew. 

She ground her cunt against the dog's muzzle for another pleasant moment, 
her clit beginning to tingle. Then she pulled her pussy off his snout. 

The dog looked confused. 

Nancy stroked his head encouragingly. Then she moved down the hall with the 
brute trotting at her heels and sniffing at the crack of her swinging ass. 

She led him into the empty bedroom and closed the door behind them. There 
was no key in the lock, but she didn't suppose that anyone would be 
wandering into the spare bedroom. She went over to the bed and sat on the 
edge. The Airedale hunkered down, eyeing her expectantly. 

Nancy was wondering which to do first--to let the dog lap her cunt or to 
jack him off. She found both prospects equally attractive. 

She looked at the beast's bloated cock again and saw that he was really 
ready to get his rocks off. The idea of having his throbbing cock spurting 
out cum as she stroked it was exciting and, too, she knew that after she had 
milked him off, she would be even hotter and enjoy his tongue all the more. 

Then, remembering that she was naked and didn't have to worry about getting 
dog-cum on her wedding dress, she got even more enthusiastic about the idea. 
What a thrill it would be to pump his hot cum onto her bare tits! 

She patted the bed beside her hip and the Airedale barked and came squirming 
up to her. She grabbed his collar and tugged his head and shoulders up. He 
struggled a bit, trying to shove his muzzle down between her parted thighs, 
humping his prick in that direction. But then he jumped up, planting his 
front paws on either side of her hips. He licked at her face and his cock 
loomed over her belly. 

Nancy held the Airedale's head on her shoulder and reached down, closing her 
hand around his throbbing cockshaft. He leaped with excitement, slobbering 
onto her neck and down her back. 

Watching closely, eager to see all the juicy details, she gave his prick a 
slow push-pull. His naked prick-knob flared out as she skinned back on his 
cocksheath, and the cleft from which his cum would soon be spurting gaped 
open. She leaned closer, panting heavily onto his cockhead. 

Eager to feel his jism squirt onto her tits and into her face, she began to 
pump his prick steadily up and down, her fist stroking back to his balls and 
then skimming up to his unsheathed cockhead. 

Her lips trembled and parted and her eyes glazed with a dull glow of desire. 
She had swallowed dog-cum, licked off her hand, and she loved the stuff. If 
the Airedale shot his cum-load right in her face and her mouth was open and 
her tongue was pushing out, she knew that she was going to get another 
satisfying drink of dog-cum, steaming hot as it squirted straight out of his 
piss hole. 

She was drooling at the prospect. 

But Nancy had also discovered that she adored a mouthful of cockmeat, having 
given Ricky a blow-job in the car--and that swallowing fuck-juice was not a 
complete act, in itself, but only the creamy culmination of a long suck on a 
throbbing slab of delicious cockmeat. 

Oh, shit, she thought. I want to! I wanna suck the son of a bitch and let 
him shoot jizz in my mouth! 

She knew it was wicked, but she told herself that it wasn't really so 
terrible. If she was going to have dog-cum in her mouth, anyhow, was it any 
worse if the cockhead that was spilling the succulent stuff out was also in 
her mouth? And since he was only an animal, it wasn't as if she was cheating 
on her husband, like it would be if she gave a blow-job to a man. 

The dog had licked her pussy, and licking his yummy-looking prick was only 
the other half of the same sin, she reasoned. But Nancy didn't really have 
to convince herself because the truth was that she was so hungry for 
dog-prick that her eyes were watering and her tongue was burning. 

Fuck it, she thought. Naughty or not, I just gotta suck the fucker's prick! 

Her strawberry-blonde head pushed closer to the animal's looming cock-knob 
and her tongue glided across her parted lips in wanton anticipation. 

As if he sensed that he was in for a special treat, the Airedale trembled 
violently. Nancy could feel the heat of his cockmeat waft into her face. She 
blew her breath onto his prick-knob, and that slab of naked red meat pumped 
in and out. She inhaled the gamey aroma of dog-cock and her mind reeled with 
waves of lascivious longing. 

Sliding her tongue out, she licked at the slick tip of the Airedale's 
cockhead. 

"Ooooh," she sighed, finding that musky cockmeat even more scrumptious than 
Ricky's cock. 

The dog was whining and yelping, his shaggy body shaking explosively. A look 
of doggy amazement glinted in his eyes as he realized that a girl's mouth 
could be used as a fuck-hole, that a woman was far more versatile than any 
bitch in heat. He held himself rigid, waiting to learn this new trick of the 
magic human mouth. 

Nancy tongued his cockhead again, running her tingling lapper all over the 
slippery slab. She whimpered as the gamey succulence sparked her taste buds 
and whetted her appetite. She rubbed her nose against his prick and leaned 
down to lick at his hairy balls for a moment, then ran her flattened tongue 
up his slimy prick and onto his cock-knob again. 

Stroking back to the root of his cock with her fist, she made his cockhead 
flare out as she whipped her hungry tongue all over the succulent prickmeat. 
Her saliva steamed from his cock-knob. Her head turned this way and that as 
her lapper continued to fly on his cock-head and dip into his piss hole. 

A glob of pre-cum oozed from his cleft, turning the tip of his red prick 
milky. Nancy gazed at the slime, then slowly licked it up. Her mouth was 
salivating heavily and the dog's pre-cum floated in her spit like a blob of 
oil. She swished the stuff around in her mouth as if she were gargling, then 
swallowed. 

Nancy was really hungry for the animal's jism, but she didn't want to rush 
to the succulent conclusion, either, wanting to linger over the job. She 
drew her head back and levered the dog's prick down, rubbing his cock-knob 
against her nipples. Then she cupped her tits together, pressing her smooth 
cleavage around the brute's stiff cockshaft. 

The Airedale humped, fucking her between the tits. His slick cockhead came 
squeezing out from her tit tunnel and slid on up into the hollow of her 
throat. She tilted her face down, tonguing his knob each time it came 
sliding out from her cleavage. His balls dragged up her stomach and his piss 
hole was dribbling, laying a trail of slime behind as it skimmed up her 
breastbone. 

Nancy slurped his pre-cum up, sighing and moaning as she whetted her 
appetite. The dog humped up again, and this time her lips parted and she 
took his glistening red cockhead into her mouth. 

The Airedale yelped and Nancy gurgled as she sucked lovingly on that musky, 
meaty slab. She loved the gamey flavor and the slick texture--and she was 
thrilled by the dark depravity of her desire. She was sucking a dog's cock! 
How deliciously degenerate it made her feel. 

The Airedale rammed his prick into her mouth, fucking her face frantically. 
His throbbing cockhead slid back into her gullet and her lips worked on his 
cockstalk, then pulled back up to his cock-knob, nursing voraciously. 

"Ummmm," she purred, as his big prick throbbed on her tongue. 

Her cheeks drew in as she sucked and her lips peeled out around his cockrod. 
Her blonde head dipped down and she took all of his prick into her mouth. 
Her chin brushed his balls as she worked at the root of his cockshaft, 
holding it all in her maw for a moment. Then, turning her face, she screwed 
the collar of her lips around and pulled back up, sucking through every 
lovely inch. 

The Airedale's haunches corkscrewed as he pumped it to her, using her mouth 
for a cunt. His spine twisted into an S-shape as he fucked his cock into 
Nancy's face. Her head bobbed down to meet the animal's thrusts. His 
cock-knob skimmed over her tongue, hit the arched roof of her mouth, bulged 
into her cheek, then slid all the way back into her throat again, spilling 
out delicious globs of pre-cum. 

Nancy was ready to drink the dog's cum-load now, whimpering hungrily for it. 
She began to frig his iron-hard cockshaft with her hand as she suckled on 
the flaring knob, jerking the brute off and mouthing his cockmeat at the 
same time. As she pumped back on his prick, his naked cockhead ballooned in 
the collar of her lips. 

The Airedale was going crazy, hind paws scrambling on the floor as he fucked 
his cock through her fist and into her salivating mouth. She felt his prick 
ripple in her hand and his cock-knob flared in her mouth. 

"Cream me, boy!" she panted on his cock-meat. 

With an explosive jolt, the Airedale fucked his cock into her mouth as his 
balls burst. His fuck-juice shot into Nancy's throat on the first spurt. The 
brute creamed again on the recoil, and a tide of frothy dog-cum gushed onto 
her tongue. He shot coming and going, hosing her gullet, drenching her 
cheeks and washing her tongue with slimy jism. 

Nancy swallowed and sucked, gulping the animal's hot, thick cock spume down 
greedily. Cum overflowed her lips and ran down her chin like heated wax. His 
balls swung in under her throat as he fucked into her mouth, tilting her 
head back on his violent thrust. 

His last spurt of cum bathed her tongue and the brute yelped, trembling and 
shaking. He shoved his cock in again, holding it in her maw, and Nancy 
sucked on it, pulling the last dregs from his piss hole. She moaned with the 
joy of it, transported to cock-sucker's paradise. Nursing on his cock-knob, 
she frigged his cock-stalk up and down quickly, making sure that she had 
milked out every precious dribble. 

Sucking a dog off was wonderful, and Nancy wondered if Ricky would let her 
have a pet--for now that she had the taste for it, Nancy was going to blow 
every dog she could. She finished milking the Airedale dry, then used her 
tongue to lap up the overflow from his cock and balls, savoring every slimy 
drop. 

She leaned back, smiling and licking her lips. The Airedale was still 
standing over her and his cock was jutting out as hard as it had been before 
he'd climaxed. 

With her mouth satiated, Nancy's fuck-hole was smoldering to be creamed. 

"Do my cunt now, you lovely doggy," she whispered, tugging his head down. 

The Airedale lapped at her tits, then slapped his tongue against her cummy 
mouth, but he stayed where he was, his cock towering out over her tits. 
Nancy sucked his fat tongue into her mouth and sucked on it for a moment, 
then tried to push his head down into her steaming crotch again. But the 
horny brute humped, trying to bury his prick in her magic mouth again. Now 
that he knew what a blow-job was, the greedy beast wanted to be sucked 
again. 

"Get down on my pussy, damn it," Nancy moaned. "I'll suck you off again, but 
you gotta cream me with your tongue first, you horny son of a bitch!" 

The disobedient Airedale humped, heaving his slick-knobbed cock into her 
face. Nancy curled her tongue around the hot slab, whimpering. She adored a 
mouthful of dog-cock and cum, and she was more than willing to give the dumb 
brute all the head he wanted. But her cunt was smoldering. She just had to 
cream before she blew the dog again. 

But the dog refused to move out of the position that had brought him such a 
rare treat. 

Nancy was desperate to cum, and the dog obviously needed to cum again. And 
naughty Nancy realized that there was one very handy solution to the 
problem. 

She would have to let the dog fuck her cunt... 

CHAPTER EIGHT 

Charles was sucking Martha's creamy cunt. 

They had fucked up a storm, changing positions and running the gamut of 
rutting passion. Charles had cum in her cunt twice, and now while he waited 
for his balls to fill up again, he was enjoying a snack of her snatch. 
Martha lay on her back and Charles held her ass up from the bed and mouthed 
her hairy cunt greedily. 

He was pretending that it was his blonde sister's cunt that he was sucking. 

And he might have been a bit surprised, had he realized that Martha was 
enjoying a similar fantasy. His wife was making believe that Nancy was 
tongue-fucking her. 

She wrapped her lush thighs around her husband's head, clamping his face to 
her creaming fuck-slot. Charles sucked on her cunt gash and shoved his 
tongue as far up into her fuck-hole as it would extend. He licked out the 
inner folds, then nursed on her clit as Martha shuddered and came again, her 
pussy cream spilling into his mouth. 

Charles mouthed her through the spasms of her cumming, lifting her ass up as 
if her flowing cunt were a goblet that he was draining to the dregs. When 
she shuddered and slumped back, he gave her pussy a last slurp, then slid up 
the bed and kissed her on the lips. His tongue wedged into her mouth and 
Martha sucked on that nimble lapper, tasting her own cunt juice on her 
husband's tongue--and imagining that it was his sister's tasty cunt cream. 
She didn't expect that she would ever get a chance to eat Nancy 
out--especially not while the girl was on her honeymoon--but bi-sexual 
Martha was enjoying her fantasies, anyhow. 

She reached down to play with Charles' prick as he sucked her tits and 
fingered her cunt. But he'd already shot three loads of cum out, and he 
wasn't quite ready to fuck her again. His cock was only semi-hard and his 
balls were only just beginning to swell up again. 

But Charles had an idea how he could easily get his prick hard as a rock 
again. 

He decided to sneak down the hall and listen at the newlyweds' bedroom door, 
hoping to hear his nubile kid sister getting fucked. 

"I gotta get a drink, honey," he lied. "Keep your pussy simmering--I'll be 
right back." 

Martha nodded. She began to rub her pussy, changing hands and bringing them 
up to her face so that she could lick her pussy juice from her fingers while 
she had naughty thoughts about her sexy sister-in-law. 

Charles padded down the hall naked. 

He stopped at the door of Nancy's room and pressed his ear to the panel, 
grinning in expectation. But he could hear nothing. Had they finished 
fucking already? It seemed strange. If he had gone to bed with his lovely 
little sister, he would have fucked her all night. 

He waited for a few minutes, then shrugged and, disappointed, started back 
to his own room. 

But then he heard the sounds that he had been expecting to hear from the 
newlyweds' bedroom--except they were coming from the spare room adjacent. 

Puzzled, Charles listened. He distinctly heard a soft moan and the squeak of 
jolting bedsprings. There was obviously a fuck in progress, but why on earth 
had Nancy and Ricky gone to the other room? 

Curious, he tiptoed back to the first room and opened the door quietly. 
Peering in, he could see Ricky, snoring softly--and sleeping alone. 

It was very mysterious, Charles thought. 

Had Ricky been unable to perform? Had his sexy sister gone into the other 
room to frig herself off, left unsatisfied by her new husband? 

Charles found that an exciting thought. 

But the reality was even more exciting... 

Nancy felt a little bit guilty about getting fucked by a dog on her wedding 
night--but not guilty enough to resist the urge. She had to cum, and the dog 
needed to cum again. And it wasn't as if she would be cheating on Ricky, 
since it was only a dumb dog and she had already lost her cherry and, 
anyhow, it was all Ricky's fault for falling asleep. 

She sucked the Airedale's fat cockhead into her mouth and bobbed her head up 
and down, making sure that his prick was as hot and as hard as possible. The 
dog humped, fucking into her mouth with jerking strokes, eager to whitewash 
her tonsils with another cum-load. 

But then Nancy drew her mouth away. She grasped his prick by the stalk and 
levered it down. The animal's haunches heaved up and his prick angled into 
Nancy's crotch. She slid to the edge of the bed and tilted her loins up, 
parting her slender thighs wide open. 

Tilting her wrist, she began to rub the tip of the Airedale's cockhead 
around in her cunt slot. 

The doggy yelped and quivered, his flanks trembling, as he felt his 
prick-knob sliding around in Nancy's steaming, soaking pussy gash. The dog 
wasn't quite sure how to go about this, having never fucked face to face 
before. Without haunches to cling to and an ass to mount, the dumb brute was 
confused--but he was willing to be taught. 

He licked at her tits and face. 

"Want my cunt, boy?" Nancy whispered. "Wanna shove your big stiff prick up 
my cunt hole?" 

The Airedale whined, slobbering on her tits. 

Nancy was using his cockhead like a ladle, to stir her creamy bowl and brush 
her tingling clit. She pumped back to the hilt of his cock, and his 
prick-knob swelled in her cunt slot. She could easily have creamed that way, 
jerking the dog off as she rubbed his cocktip against her clit, but she was 
eager to have a cuntful of his cockmeat. 

She pulled on his prick and the animal's bloated cockhead sank into her 
pussy hole. Her cuntlips collared his cockstalk and her wet cunt sucked on 
his prick-knob and the dog realized that both ends of a woman could be 
fucked. With the head of his prick buried in her fuck-hole, the Airedale 
knew instinctively just how to proceed. 

His haunches jerked and he fucked half of his long prick up into her soaking 
pussy. 

Nancy moaned, jamming down to meet the beast. He humped again, yelping, and 
his cock sank into her fuck-hole to the hilt. His balls were pressed to the 
slope of her ass and every inch of his long, thick prick was buried in her 
smoldering cunt. 

Nancy moaned, full of dog-cock and adoring the sensation of having his prick 
throbbing in her pussy and his bloated cock-knob flaring in her cunt core. 

Hooking her thighs around the dog's curly-haired haunches, she held his cock 
buried in her, wriggling and squirming around on that fat spike. His prick 
was in her so deep that she almost expected it to come out of her mouth. Her 
cuntlips were plastered open around the root of his fucker, and his balls 
were pulsing against her ass. 

She rolled her hips, winding her hot cunt around on the animal's prick as 
her cunt muscles rippled, closing tightly around his cockmeat. 

Then she began to hump. 

She drew her pussy along his prick until only the naked prick-knob was in 
her cunt slot and his red cocklance stood out between them, slathered with 
cunt juice, bolting his balls to her gooey gash. Then she shoved down on the 
bed and took every inch of his cock into her pussy again. 

"Hump me, doggy!" she rasped. "C'mon--fuck my cunt, boy--fuck me like a 
bitch in heat!" 

The Airedale growled, baring his teeth, his eyes glowing and his tongue 
hanging out. His haunches braced and he began to pump the prick to her 
vigorously. His prick hissed in and out of her bubbling fuck-slot, pumping 
cunt juice out, lathering her groin as he filled her pussy. 

Nancy tilted her loins, taking the animal's prick at different angles, 
lunging up and then plunging down so that his hard cockshaft slid across her 
clit. Her thighs gripped his flanks and her heels jolted on his haunches, 
then she threw her legs wide open and arched deeply. 

The Airedale was slobbering on her tits as he poured the prick to her 
savagely, his lips curling back from his fangs in a canine grimace. Nancy 
stared at the brute, thrilled at how enthusiastic and grateful he seemed, 
how totally involved in fucking her. 

His cockshaft was really heating her up by the friction of his 
lightning-fast strokes, and as her fuck-hole filled with more cunt cream, 
the brute's prick fucked even faster. The dog's haunches were a blur as he 
pumped the prick to Nancy's pussy with bestial abandon. 

She grunted loudly as his fat cockhead slammed in and bottomed out in her 
pussy. She moved sinuously, fucking with the frantic animal, and arching and 
jerking under him as he fucked the cock to her in a frenzy, fucking in and 
out so fast that she couldn't tell if he was coming or going. 

Her soaking cunt hole was clinging to him, massaging and sucking on his 
cockrod. As the dog jerked back, he dragged her cuntlips out with his 
tight-fitting plunger, as if he were pulling her pussy inside out. Her 
sloppy pussy sucked and slurped as he fucked her steadily. 

Nancy was jerking like a marionette, dancing on the dog's cock. Her belly 
pumped, her ass churned and her hips jolted from side to side. She cupped 
her tits and pulled at the stiff nipples, then slid a hand down over her 
gently rounded belly and fingered her clit, adding to the fiery sensations. 
She splayed her fingers out in her crotch and felt the dog's slippery prick 
fucking in and out. Then she reached lower and fondled his balls lovingly, 
feeling the hot cum load swelling them so huge. 

"Yeah--yeah--fuck my cunt!" she cried. "Shoot me full of your sweet jizz!" 

Her lewd cries did not go unheard. 

Standing naked at the bedroom door, with his cock jolting up to a booming 
hard-on, Nancy's brother frowned when he heard that. He had supposed that 
his sister must be giving herself a hand-job--but why would she be talking 
to her fingers, urging her hands to cream in her cunt? It dawned on him that 
she must have someone in there with her. But who? It didn't seem possible 
that she could have sneaked a lover into the house on her wedding night. Did 
she have a dildo or a vibrator in there? Some fuck-tool that she loved so 
much that she was talking to it as if it were alive? 

Curious, as well as horny as hell, Charles turned the doorknob and very 
carefully opened the door a crack. After all, this room was supposed to be 
empty, and he had every right to investigate the strange sounds. 

He looked in--and almost fainted. 

There was his sexy little sister, perched on the edge of the bed, with the 
Airedale mounted over her and pounding his huge prick into her cunt! 

Holy shit, Charles thought. 

He knew that he should close the door again, to avoid embarrassing the 
naughty girl. Yet the sight was so fascinating that he just stood there, 
dumbfounded, his jaw hanging open and his prick towering up. He watched the 
dog's crimson cock vanish up her cunt hole, then pull back out all slathered 
with her pussy cream. 

The man looked stunned, for a moment. Then he began to smile. 

If his sister would fuck with a dog, there seemed to be no limit to what she 
might do! 

Charles stepped into the bedroom and closed the door behind him, his hard-on 
hammering away with incestuous inspiration as he stared at his dog-fucking 
sibling. 

Nancy gasped when she saw Charles standing there. She blushed with shame. 
But the dog kept on fucking his cock into her cunt, and she couldn't have 
uncoupled from the frenzied creature now, even if she had wanted to. Then 
she saw that her brother was naked and smiling--and that his prick was rock 
hard and drooling pre-cum as it loomed up before his belly. 

"It's okay--don't stop," Charles rasped, crossing the room prick first. "Oh, 
yeah--fuck the bastard, Sis!" 

The Airedale paid no attention to his master, not even knowing that he was 
doing a naughty thing. Bestiality was hardly taboo to the beast. Nancy and 
Charles knew that it was wrong, of course--but that only made it more 
thrilling. 

Charles leaned down, bending over his towering fucker as he stared into his 
sister's crotch, watching the dog's prick vanish and emerge from her flooded 
pussy and listening to the moist suction sounds that her fuck-hole made as 
it pulled and dragged on the beast's prick. 

The Airedale's head was bobbing up and down as his loins slammed in and out. 
He lapped at Nancy's lovely tits and Charles saw that the dog's wet, red 
tongue was filmed with streaks of cunt juice mixed with the slobber. He 
glanced at Nancy's excited face, and his cock surged like a rocket when he 
saw that his kid sister's lips were flecked with dog-cum. Knowing that the 
naughty newlywed had sucked the dog off turned her brother on as much as 
watching the brute's long prick sink into her pussy. 

Nancy gazed up at Charles with a faint smile on her cummy lips, realizing 
that he was anything but shocked and disgusted by her behavior. His 
rampaging cock gave proof of his approval. 

He thrust his loins out, shoving his rigid prick towards the girl's radiant 
face. Nancy whimpered in wondrous anticipation of oral incest. She was about 
to shift her head across and suck on a mouthful of brotherly cock. But just 
then, the Airedale howled and fucked into her savagely as the beast neared 
the crest. 

"Oh! The fucker's gonna cum!" Nancy gasped. 

Charles stared at the coupling in fascination, even forgetting about his own 
raging need. Nancy pumped furiously, meeting the dog's dynamic fuck-thrusts. 
Her cunt hole was melting around the dog's driving prick. 

She felt his jism gush up her cunt. 

"Ahhhh--he's creaming me!" she wailed. 

Her hips flew up and down as the animal poured his bestial cum into her cunt 
in raging torrents. His fuck-juice mingled with her girl-cum as his prick 
pumped in. The combined fuck-creams gushed from her cunt slot. 

Pounding doggedly away, the brute emptied his huge balls in repeated spurts, 
with Nancy melting again each time she felt more dog-cum hose into her 
pussy. 

Her valentine-shaped ass slipped from the edge of the creaking bed and her 
loins were jerking about in the air, supported on the dog's iron-hard 
cockrod. In and out his prick fucked, shooting slimy ropes of jism up her 
pussy. A final burst exploded in her cunt core and the dog faltered, missing 
a stroke, his balls swinging. 

Nancy continued to wriggle on his spent prick, working off her own lovely 
cumming as her sucking cunt muscles dragged a few last drops of jizz from 
the beast's fucker. 

She squirmed back onto the edge of the bed, with the dog's cock still stuck 
up her pussy. His balls were drained, but his massive cockstalk was still 
hard in her pussy, pulsing and rippling and throbbing. She loved feeling his 
prick gorging her gash and made no attempt to disengage. 

She turned to Charles again, smiling a bit sheepishly. And then those 
smiling lips slowly parted and the tip of her tongue slid across in wanton 
invitation. 

With her fuck-hole still stuffed full of dog-prick, it was time for a 
mouthful of her brother's big prick... 

CHAPTER NINE 

There was no need to speak. Brother and sister had both lusted incestuously 
for each other for years and now, with a load of dog-cock and cum up her 
cunt hole, neither felt the slightest inhibition. 

Charles folded his fist around the root of his prick and, thinking of the 
countless times that he had jerked off while fantasizing about Nancy, he 
gave his cock a slow push-pull, making the swollen cockhead throb. 

Nancy's eyes crossed as she stared in at that delicious-looking hunk of 
purple cockmeat. Her pretty face was a mask of desire. No longer blushing, 
she was flushed now with a glowing radiance. Her pink tongue curled down 
over her sensual lower lip, forming a moist and pliable bridge over which 
his cock could slide into her mouth. 

It was kind of naughty to suck another guy's prick on her wedding night, she 
knew. But since it was only her brother, it would be pretty much the same as 
sucking and fucking with the dog, she reasoned--not really cheating on her 
new husband. But cheating or not, she was too hot and hungry to care. 

Charles stepped up to her, still slowly pumping his fist up and down on his 
cockshaft. He placed his free hand alongside Nancy's cheek. They gazed 
lovingly into each other's eyes, sharing a sibling sensuality. His cockhead 
was looming in her face and she panted eagerly. 

Charles dipped slightly and placed the head of his cock on his sister's 
tongue. Her lapper fluttered against the underside of that big, meaty 
triangle. A glob of gooey pre-cum oozed out, sliming her pink tongue. She 
moaned with the pleasure of it, the joy of feeling her own brother's 
fuck-juice soaking her taste buds. 

Moving gently, Charles inched his cock into Nancy's parted lips, then deeper 
into her maw. Her mouth closed around his hard fucker and the oval of her 
lips began to slide up and down on his cockrod as she sucked. He held her 
face between both hands now, his ass corkscrewing as he tenderly fed the 
cockmeat to her, fucking her mouth slowly and steadily. She stared up into 
Charles' narrowed eyes, thrilled by the look of pure lust that twisted his 
handsome face. 

Her brother's cockmeat was scrumptious, and Nancy could tell that he had 
recently had his cock stuck up Martha's soaking cunt hole. His musky cock 
flavor was sauced by pussy nectar, and was all the more tasty because it had 
been basted in a hot sister-in-law pussy. 

"Ahhhhh--suck my cock, Sis!" Charles groaned. 

She pulled her lips up to his prick-knob and whispered: "I always wanted to, 
Charles." 

And then her blonde head bobbed down and she took all of his long prick into 
her mouth, her lips clamped at the hairy hilt and her chin cushioned on his 
balls. She began to move rhythmically, soaking his cocklance with her 
sisterly slobber. Another gooey glob foamed from his piss hole, and Nancy 
wailed softly, adoring the taste of that sibling spunk. 

The Airedale was quivering. He was lapping at her tits and staring into her 
face, perhaps recalling the magic of that sweet mouth as he watched his 
master's massive cockshaft slide in and out. The animal's prick was still 
jammed all the way up Nancy's cunt, as hard as ever. They seemed to have 
been glued together by their blended cum cream. Her cunt muscles massaged 
the dog's prick as her mouth sucked avidly on her brother's cockmeat. 

Charles humped, fucking her face as she savored every inch of his thick 
prick. Then she pulled back to relish his dripping cockhead. She was using 
her tongue and lips and cheeks, her head turning and twisting. 

"Ahhhh, Sis!" he gasped, his cock swelling. 

"Cum in my mouth," Nancy whimpered, winding her tongue around his prick-knob 
as she sucked on it. 

She shoved down toward his balls, yearning to swallow all the hot, thick 
jism from those brotherly balls. 

Her ass and hips were grinding slowly as she fucked her cunt up and down on 
the Airedale's stationary prick. With a cock in both ends, Nancy was in a 
rapture. She didn't want to ever be empty again. Her pussy was juicing and 
her mouth was slobbering. Her clit sparked and her tongue tingled. 
Transported to a horny heaven, the naughty girl gave head to her brother and 
squirmed on the dog's prick. 

She fondled Charles' balls, then reached around behind him and fingered his 
asshole. The dog's prick rippled in her pussy and his wet tongue slurped and 
slobbered all over her plump tits and taut nipples. 

Charles fucked his cock in faster, panting, his pre-cum flowing heavily now. 

"Swallow it, Sis!" he croaked. 

"Ooooh! Feed me!" Nancy wailed, slamming her mouth down to the hilt of his 
prick as his balls erupted. 

Cum squirted into her greedy maw. Her mouth was already full of saliva, and 
streaks of hot cock cream gushed into her soaking maw. She swallowed the 
precious stuff voraciously. Charles hosed her with hot cum as he pumped in, 
then shot another jism jet onto her flashing tongue on the backstroke. 

Her brother's cum overflowed her lips and dribbled down her chin, then 
splashed onto her heaving tits. The Airedale lapped the slime up and wolfed 
it down, and his prick responded by surging in her clinging cunt hole. 

Charles' thighs were trembling. He felt as if his cumming was starting in 
his heels, his fuck-juice shooting all the way up his legs before it 
squirted into his sister's mouth. His prick was so stiff that his hard-on 
seemed to be rooted back in his asshole. 

Still creaming, Charles staggered. He turned, with his cock still in his 
sister's mouth as he revolved around it like a pivot. He flopped down on his 
back on the bed, arms and legs spread out and belly thrust up. Nancy was not 
about to relinquish his big cock while it was still hosing the hot jizz out. 
Sinuously, she turned as he did, holding his cock buried in her sucking 
mouth. 

As she twisted after her brother's prick, her cunt came sliding up the 
Airedale's prick. His flaring red cock-knob stuck in her cunt slot for a 
moment, then slipped out. The dog hopped down from the bed and stood, 
wagging his tail and slobbering. His balls had been emptied into Nancy 
twice, but his fucker was still stiff, ready for more action on this 
memorable doggy day of new adventures. 

Charles' cock, too, remained rigid. 

His cum-load was drained, but his big prick was still hard in his sister's 
mouth as she bobbed up and down, milking out the dregs. 

Holding his cock in her mouth, throat pulsing as she swallowed the dregs, 
Nancy smiled ecstatically. 

A few hours ago, she had been a virgin. Now she had sucked and fucked with a 
dog and given her brother a blow-job. 

And she was still horny as hell. 

Nancy decided to fuck Charles next... 

CHAPTER TEN 

Even as Nancy made that incestuous decision, Charles' wife was wondering why 
he hadn't returned to throw another fuck into her steaming pussy. 

She lay alone in bed, rubbing her cunt to keep it simmering--but being 
careful not to waste a cum on a hand-job. 

She frowned, puzzled. Charles had had more than enough time to get a drink. 
Where the hell could he be? Oh, shit, she suddenly thought. I bet the 
bastard has sneaked down to Nancy's room, trying to spy on the young 
newlyweds while they fuck! 

The idea didn't disturb naughty Martha in the slightest. In fact, she found 
it exciting. 

She decided to investigate. 

Martha got up and moved to the door, her voluptuous body all ass and tits 
and naked, her luxuriant cunt bush like a dark forest spreading from the vee 
of her thighs. She went silently down the hallway, expecting to find her 
husband lurking at the newlyweds' bedroom door. 

But the hall was empty. 

Curious, Martha moved on past the spare room. The action had come to a 
temporary halt there and, never suspecting that room might be occupied, she 
didn't hear the soft sounds that Nancy was making as she coaxed the last 
gooey drops of cum out of her brother's cockhead, holding all of his prick 
in her mouth and eagerly anticipating having it up her cunt. 

Martha listened at the newlyweds' door. 

Hearing nothing, she opened it a crack and peered in--and frowned in 
surprise. 

There was Ricky, sound asleep and naked atop the covers. But where the hell 
was Nancy or, for that matter, Charles? Martha hesitated for a moment and 
then, with a really wicked grin, she slipped into the room and moved up to 
the bridal bed. 

Ricky was on his back and his cock, which had obviously been well drained 
recently, was looped in a soft but thick coil, the cock-knob on his flat 
belly. Martha glanced at his face to make sure that he was really asleep, 
then bent down for a closer inspection of his prick. 

Martha liked to look at pricks--even soft ones. 

And Ricky's cock, she saw, was quite a sight. Even limp, his cock was 
impressively large and shapely, but what really made it exciting was that 
his cockhead and cockshaft were all drenched with Nancy's cunt juice. 

Martha's mouth began to water. 

She felt like having a taste of Ricky's cock-meat and, even more excitingly, 
licking up some of the bride's creamy pussy nectar from his prick. His prick 
really looked delicious, with thick streaks of cunt cum lathered on the fat 
purple knob and glistening on the heavily veined cockstalk. 

Did she dare? 

She paused for a moment, then grinned again. She would just take a couple of 
licks, she figured. Just enough to taste that succulent fuck-cream, without 
waking Ricky up. Then she would slip silently away before she was discovered 
in such a depraved and compromising position. 

But Martha should have known better. 

She had never been able to settle for a few licks on a cock, and no cock had 
ever been in her mouth without feeding her a load of fuck-juice... 

She settled carefully onto the bed, bending over the sleeping man's loins. 
She glanced at his face again and licked her lips lasciviously. Ricky was 
softly snoring. He looked composed and contented, obviously well fucked. 

Martha pressed her nose against his balls, sniffing and snuffling. A 
fragrant combination of ripe scents filled her nostrils. Musky cock-meat, 
the tang of sweaty balls, the starchy scent of cum and the perfume of pussy 
all blended together into a compelling aroma. 

Martha sighed and began to tongue Ricky's hairy balls enthusiastically. She 
lifted them in her hand and licked at the underside of the hairy sacs, her 
lips stirring on the loose skin as her tongue flicked. 

She lifted his limp prick in her fingertips and, holding it up, began to run 
her hot tongue up and down the underside of the soft prick. Checking his 
face again for any signs that he might be awakening, she began to tongue all 
over the fat slab of his cockhead. She licked all the congealed fuck-slime 
from his meat, replacing it with foamy slobber. 

Nancy's cunt juice, tongued up from Ricky's fat prick, was so delicious that 
Martha began to moan ravenously. Oh, how she wished she might get a chance 
to suck that nubile young bride's cunt and drink some of that glorious girl 
cream straight out of her creaming cunt. 

Then she felt Ricky's cock-knob expand against her tongue. She raised up and 
peered down and saw that her gentle licking had started to make his prick 
swell and stiffen. He was still sound asleep, but his expression was subtly 
changing and Martha realized that he was starting to enjoy an erotic dream. 
She wondered if she could manage to make it a wet dream. Could she suck him 
to a creamy cumming without waking him up? It was risky, she knew--but his 
juice-soaked cock was so fucking delicious that it was worth that risk. 

Being very careful and stifling her own panting whimpers, Martha licked all 
over his cock and balls. She licked up every smear of congealed cum and 
cherry pussy juice, leaving his prick drenched with her saliva. She held his 
cock up to her mouth and worked her lips against the tip, tongue darting out 
against the underside where the fat cockhead flared out from the cockshaft. 

Little by little, as the young man got deeper into some delectable dream, 
his cock stiffened and swelled. Martha ran her lips up and down against the 
veined underside of his prick, playing it like a flute. She lifted his balls 
and nuzzled his damp, musky crotch under the bags, then slid back up to suck 
gently on his cockhead. 

His cock-knob hardened in her lips and pushed into her cheek, the cockrod 
tensing into a standing tower now. Ricky moaned in his slumber. He was no 
longer snoring. His prick stirred in response to her hot, wet mouth and to 
whatever nocturnal delights she was creating in his dream world. 

Eager to drink his jism, but afraid that she would wake him up if she gave 
head too vigorously, Martha sucked softly on his prick-knob and began to 
frig up and down his long cockstalk with her hand, holding his fucker 
between thumb and fingers. 

His cockhead was rubbery, but getting harder by the moment, and she could 
feel the inner core of his cockstalk stiffening as she worked it up and 
down. It was a real kick to take a soft cock into her mouth and feel it 
swell and harden, and Martha was whimpering softly as she mouthed him, the 
sounds muffled on his cockmeat. 

She had already sucked all of Nancy's cunt cum from Ricky's prick, but now 
that his prick was hard and beginning to throb, it was a succulent snack by 
itself. And the thrill was enhanced by knowing that she was wantonly giving 
head to her sister-in-law's husband on their wedding night. 

She slipped his cock-knob into her cheek, rubbing it against the smooth, wet 
flesh, then gulped and sucked it right into the back of her maw. As she 
gobbled on his cock, she frigged gently on the base, adding manual 
stimulation to the oral work, yearning to make him cream in her mouth 
without waking him up. If he did wake up, she knew it would be too late to 
stop. And by the way he was starting to thrash about, she felt certain that 
Ricky wouldn't want her to stop, but she really did want to milk him dry 
while he still slept and enjoyed his dreams. 

Ricky's body tensed, then bridged. His ass rose up from the bed, feeding 
cock into her mouth. He was smiling blissfully in his slumber and breathing 
heavily. Martha wondered what sort of dream he was having. But it wasn't 
really important, as long as it turned out to be a wet dream. 

Her raven head bobbed gently up and down, hair falling like spilled ink over 
his crotch as she sucked him. Her lips pulled up and pushed down and his 
prick got bigger and bigger, harder and harder, starting to vibrate as it 
jutted up from his expanding balls. 

He whimpered and moaned, ass and hips moving and the smile on his face 
changing into a grimace of lust. Martha was gasping in her cum-hunger, 
sucking harder and jacking faster on his cock. 

Suddenly her mouth was full of jism. 

Because he was asleep, Martha had not been able to judge the crest and his 
cum-load poured out abruptly and unexpectedly, a great wash of the sweet 
stuff surprising her. She gasped and gulped it down voraciously and another 
creamy load flooded onto her flashing tongue. She pushed her lips down to 
the hilt of his cockshaft, gurgling as she gulped. Cum ran through her teeth 
and overflowed onto his belly and balls. She swallowed and he fed her more. 
Martha was sputtering and gagging as his enormous cum-load pumped into her 
mouth, but adoring it and drinking it down like a glutton. 

At last he was drained. Still sleeping, Ricky collapsed back on the bed, 
looking very, very contented and satisfied by whatever lovely dream he had 
enjoyed. 

Martha sucked a bit longer, then drew her lips from his prick-knob and gazed 
at it. She slid her hand up his cock and, gripping his cockshaft just behind 
the bulging crown, squeezed and pressed her thumb against the underside of 
the flaring slab of his cockhead. A last glob of jism had been lurking in 
his piss hole, and it oozed out as she squeezed. Her tongue flashed down and 
gathered it up. 

Martha whimpered. What a treat it had been! 

She bent over him again and used her lapper to slurp up the overflow from 
his cock and balls, both to remove the evidence of his nocturnal seepage and 
because she wanted to drink every lovely drop of his cum. 

She licked his prick until it glistened, then sucked his cockhead to a 
polished luster. His prick swayed back and forth, like a tree in a tornado, 
still standing. Martha wondered, greedily, if she had time to suck him off 
again. 

But her cunt was really hot now, steaming and juicing. She needed a cock in 
her cunt more than she needed another cum-load in her mouth, she figured. 

With a wanton whimper, she rose onto her knees and straddled Ricky's loins. 
Holding his semi-stiff cock by the hilt, she began to wipe her creamy cunt 
muff against his cockhead. 

His well-sucked fucker wasn't quite hard enough to squat on, but she knew 
that she could easily get her rocks off by rubbing his cock-knob against her 
clit. 

She jerked her pussy against him, using his cockhead like a brush against 
her clit. Ricky groaned and his eyelids fluttered. Afraid that he was about 
to wake up, Martha stopped moving on him. It was foolish to take further 
chances, she knew. She had been lucky to suck a load of cum from him and she 
had better not press her luck. 

With a sigh, she moved from the bed. 

Her cunt was smoldering and she sure hoped that Charles would be back in bed 
by this time. 

He was, but not the bed she expected... 

CHAPTER ELEVEN 

Nancy drew her wet mouth off her brother's rampant cock and pulled her knees 
up, crouching over him. He was spread-eagled on the bed, arms and legs 
sprawled out and his prick towering straight up. As Nancy gazed lovingly at 
his cock, her cunt hole began to ripple with need. 

She threw one knee across, straddling his hips. 

Charles looked up, blinking. 

"I wanna sit on your cock," Nancy whispered. 

"Yeah, Sis--fuck me," he rasped. 

Now that he had already fucked her in the mouth, he had no qualms at all 
about completing their incestuous adventures. 

He bridged up under the vee of her groin and his fat cockhead nudged into 
her fuck-slot. Nancy hovered over him, her thighs trembling. She could feel 
her brother's bloated cockhead throb in her open cunt gash. 

She began to slide down on his upthrust prick very slowly, savoring every 
inch. Charles held himself rigid, his back arched, letting his sister set 
the pace. Her cunt hole was sucking on his prick. As his cock went deeper, 
her soaking pussy clung to his cockshaft, pulling and dragging. She rotated 
her hips, fucking down on his prick. 

With a slurp, she settled down to the hairy hilt of his jutting prick, 
taking it all up her greedy cunt gash. Her ass bounced on his loins and her 
firm, stiff-tipped tits jiggled saucily as she squirmed. Her cuntlips 
plastered out around the hairy root of his cock and she moaned with joy as 
she felt his cockhead flare deep in her pussy. 

Her pretty face turned from side to side in a swirl of strawberry-blonde 
tresses. Squatting on him, holding his cock buried to the hilt, she wriggled 
and twisted, screwing his prick around inside her fuck-hole. 

Then she began to rise and fall. 

She pulled her pussy up until only his cock-head was in her sucking cunt, 
and his huge cock-stalk stood out between them, glistening and pulsing. She 
hovered there on his cockhead like a flagpole sitter, then fucked back down. 
She was looking down into her crotch, watching his thick cockshaft vanish 
inch by inch up into her cunt. 

Her pussy pressed to the root of his fucker again, and she shuddered as his 
cock-knob flared explosively in her depths. She started to fuck him, slowly 
rising and falling, wanting to make it last. Her ass jerked spasmodically as 
she fucked down and his cock cored her cunt hole. 

It felt so wonderful! It was her brother's cock--and that naughty knowledge 
was driving Nancy crazy, the very idea of incest thrilling her as his 
cockmeat filled her. 

She reached down behind her ass and held his balls, feeling them swell and 
moaning at the prospect of having him hose her fuck-hole with his sibling 
spunk. 

Charles humped up as his sister descended, fucking his prick into her wet 
pussy. He was thinking of all the times he had imagined this coupling as he 
beat his meat--and now those hot dreams were reality! Yearning to spill his 
cum-load into that sweet, sisterly slot, he fucked in with vigor, shaking 
her slim body on his jolting cock-thrusts. 

As brother and sister fucked so rapturously, the Airedale was watching with 
interest. 

Being only a dumb animal, the dog was not capable of jealousy. But his cock 
was hard as a rock and his balls were swollen. 

He gazed at Nancy's sensual mouth, fully aware of the fact that it could be 
used as a fuck-hole. But she was sitting up on her brother's loins, and the 
Airedale couldn't figure out how he could mount her head and shoulders. 

Then he looked at her pumping ass and gave a little yelp, as he realized 
that the dog-loving girl was in a position very familiar to the animal. 

He knew now that a woman could be fucked face to face. But now, in his dim, 
doggy fashion, it dawned on the brute that she could also, versatile and 
nimble as the human body was, get fucked dog-style. 

With a whine and a whimper, the shaggy beast leaped up onto the creaking bed 
behind Nancy's ass. He jammed his muzzle in under the cheeks of her grinding 
ass and his tongue slapped at her cock-stuffed pussy. 

Nancy wriggled happily as the dog's lovely lapper added to the sensations in 
her crotch. He was slurping at her cuntlips as Charles' thick prick fucked 
in and out. Dog-slobber dribbled into her cunt slot and drenched her 
brother's balls as the brute tongued away. 

His fat red lapper wedged up into her fuck-slot, jammed between her cunt 
walls and Charles' cockstalk, then slurped out and ran up the crack of her 
ass. 

Nancy groped blindly behind her, reaching for the dog's prick, thinking that 
it would be fun to jerk the animal off while she fucked with her brother. 

But then the Airedale mounted her. 

The powerful beast sprang up, clamping his front paws firmly against her 
hipbones and clinging determinedly to her heaving haunches. As her ass 
jerked up, dragging her cunt up her brother's prick, the frantic dog humped 
and stabbed his cock into her groin. 

His fat red cockhead bumped against Charles' balls and slid on up to Nancy's 
cunt. But that soaking cunt was already stuffed to the brim with human cock, 
and the poor beast's cock-knob bounced away. 

Nancy slid down to the hilt of Charles' prick again, and the Airedale rammed 
his hard-on out with desperation. But again his entrance was blocked by her 
brother's embedded pussy-plunger. 

"Silly mutt!" Nancy giggled. "Can't you see I already got a cuntful?" 

But the dog, a creature of instinct, saw only that he was mounted and ready 
to fuck. He tried again, frantic to bury his bone. His cockhead glanced off 
Charles' slippery, sliding fucker and shot on up along the crack of Nancy's 
churning ass. His dripping prick-knob loomed up from that tight ass tunnel, 
spilling pre-cum out onto the slopes of her ass buns. The dog jerked back, 
and his cockhead vanished between her asscheeks again--and nestled against 
her shit hole. 

The Airedale paused, trembling and puzzled. He knew he wasn't pressing into 
her pussy, but that tight brown bud was wet and fluttering and inviting. He 
hiked his hindquarters up a bit higher, so that his stiff prick was aimed 
right into her shit chute. 

"Oh!" Nancy cried in surprise. 

The dog humped, clinging to her haunches and ramming his cockhead against 
her puckered asshole. 

"The dog wants to fuck my ass!" Nancy squealed. 

Charles rose up on one elbow, intending to shove the horny brute away, not 
wanting the pleasure of fucking his sister interrupted by this ridiculous 
intrusion. 

"No--no--let him!" Nancy cried, giving her ass a backwards jerk against the 
dog's stiff prick. "I want the fucker up my ass!" She began wriggling in 
wanton bliss. "C'mon, you bastard! Ass-fuck me!" 

Charles sank back, grinning. Nancy slid her pussy down on her brother's 
prick and held his prick buried as she waited for the dog to plunge his 
hard-on up her shit chute. 

The Airedale plowed in, shuddering. Her trim asshole slowly loosened and 
spread open as the dog's flaring cockhead pushed relentlessly at the brown 
bud. She shoved back to help him, wanting his prick up her asshole as much 
as he wanted to ram it in there. 

His slick red cock-knob wedged in. It disappeared in her shit hole and the 
tight slot clamped around his prickstalk, gripping and clinging. 

Nancy had never been ass-fucked before, of course, but feeling that hot slab 
pulse in her asshole, she knew it would be lovely to have him stuff her ass 
to the brim. 

The dog started fucking steadily, and the girl squirmed back to meet his 
fuck-strokes. 

His cockhead was the fattest part of his prick. Inch by inch, it levered 
into her shit tunnel, spreading her ass guts open and forging a passage for 
his cocklance to follow. Her shit tube was sucking on his prick, dragging 
and pulling as if she were trying to digest his cockmeat in reverse. 

The dog lurched violently, hauling her back by the hips as he humped into 
her ass. Nancy gasped as she felt his thick cock fuck all the way up her 
ass. 

The Airedale had fucked in to the balls. His naked cockhead was deep in 
Nancy's bowels and his swollen balls hung down, jammed against Charles' 
balls in Nancy's crotch. 

Nancy worked her ass muscles. The tight tunnel closed around the brute's fat 
gut-gorger and her taut ass ring rippled on his cock root, caressing him. 

The dog-cock was so deep up her ass that she thought his cockhead must have 
passed through the coils of her guts and slid on into her belly--that his 
prick-knob must be floating around in all the jism that she had already 
swallowed, that when he creamed his cum would splash into the swampy tide 
she had drunk. 

Brother, sister and dog held steady for a long moment, both cocks buried all 
the way up her twin fuck-tunnels as she squirmed and trembled between man 
and beast. 

Then they began to move together, like some well-oiled fucking machine. 
Nancy pulled her pussy up to the top of Charles' prick as the dog rammed his 
prick deep into her ass guts. Then she pushed back down, stuffing her pussy 
with her brother's cock as the beast jerked his big prick back through her 
sucking shit chute. 

Their hard cocks were rubbing together through the slender membrane that 
separated her two tracks, like trains passing in a dark tunnel. Nancy was 
gasping with joy as a cock-head flared in her cunt core and then gasping 
again as a meaty cockhead throbbed in her ass guts. 

How wonderful it was! 

How she adored taking on two cocks at the same time! 

But as she thrashed about in rapture between those marvelous pricks, greedy 
Nancy was thinking that it was a shame that her mouth was not occupied, 
too... 

As Martha passed the door of the spare bedroom, on her way back to her own 
room, she paused. 

There was plenty of sound coming from that room now--the unmistakable sounds 
of frantic fucking! 

Martha grinned. It seemed obvious that her husband must be fucking his 
sister in that room--and on the naughty girl's wedding night, too! But 
Martha felt no anger or jealousy whatsoever. 

She only felt hot and hungry. 

She opened the door and stepped in--and stopped dead in her tracks, with a 
gasp of amazement, when she saw that the dog, too, was involved. 

Martha walked over to the bed. 

Nancy looked startled when she saw that her sexy sister-in-law had 
discovered them in this bizarre threesome, all linked up in one frantically 
fucking bundle. The girl whimpered with shame, caught now in just about 
every possible depravity... 

Except lesbianism. 

And Martha soon fixed that. 

The raven-haired beauty gave Nancy a look of approval and encouragement. 
Then she crawled onto the bed and knelt over Charles' face, shoving her 
heavily maned cunt out. She took Nancy's face between her hands, tilted her 
loins up and drew the girl's blonde head down into her bushy black groin. 

Nancy began to tongue her sister-in-law's pussy with wanton willingness and, 
finding that cunt was every bit as delicious as cock, she clamped her lips 
onto Martha's cunt hole like a suction cup on a drain. 

Martha creamed instantly, flooding Nancy's mouth with her steaming girl-cum. 

The Airedale howled and his hot cum-load hosed into the bride's ass guts in 
a torrent. 

As her ass filled with dog-cum, Nancy slammed down on Charles' prick and he 
climaxed. His fuck-juice rocketed like a geyser into her cunt. 

Sucking and fucking and whipping her ass on the dog's prick, Nancy drained 
her three lovers and melted between them, cumming as she never had before. 

As was only proper, on a girl's wedding night... 


THE END
