GOING DOWN WITH DOGS
By David Crane


Foreword

The process of growing up, of passing through the age of adolescence has, through the
ages, been marked by great inner turmoil, uncertainty, and tremendous pressures from
family and peer group alike. Certainly, in our society today, the problems of youth
appear to be more marked than ever before.
We hear constant reports of the pervasive use of drugs in our schools. Of shoplifting
and other petty, and not so petty, crimes. Of promiscuity and dangerous VD epidemics.
Philippa Cramer is a teenager embarking on her own special journey into adulthood.
She finds herself plagued by powerful emotions, sometimes feeling confused about her
awakening sexuality, sometimes getting angry over imagined slights and youthful
misjudgments.
GOING DOWN WITH THE DOGS – the story of one average young American girl's
coming of age. A lesson to us all. A reminder, once again, that growing up is not easy.
-The Publisher


Chapter 1

"Well, you can have the job if you want it, Philippa," said Claire Upton, smiling. Then
he woman blushed slightly. "But there's one duty that you might find unpleasant... or
even disgusting."
"Why, what can that be?" Philippa Cramer asked, surprised. What could be disgusting
about working on a farm, for heaven's sake? It was wholesome, healthy labor. "You'll
have to jerk off the sheepdogs," said Claire.
Philippa gasped, looking amazed.
"I realize that it's not the sort of thing a girl expects to have to do, but it's necessary,"
Claire explained. "The dogs are virile brutes and they have to get their balls emptied
frequently. If someone doesn't jerk them off, they don't attend to their work. They run
around looking for a bitch in heat and the sheep are unattended."
"I... I see," Philippa stammered.
"Well? Do you want the job?"
"I... I'll have to think about it," Philippa said. She was shocked and startled by the idea.
Philippa was eighteen years old and had just graduated from high school. She had
thought it would be fun to take the job she had seen advertised, working in the open air
during the summer months, before she looked for a more permanent job. She didn't
mind mucking out stables or milking cows or baling hay, but the idea of jacking off
dogs was a different matter.
They were seated in the kitchen of the farmhouse. Claire gazed at the girl across the big
wooden table, thoughtfully. Philippa blushed and lowered her eyes demurely.
"It's not really hard to do it," Claire said.
"I've done it, myself. It's much the same as milking a cow."
Philippa wanted the job and now she thought that if Claire so freely admitted that she
had given the dogs handjobs, it couldn't really be so terrible. It was just a thing that a
shepherdess had to do in her line of duties.
"I... I'd be awfully embarrassed," the girl said. "But I suppose I could do it if no one was
watching."
"That's the spirit," Claire said encouragingly. "There are only three of them, and you'll
only have to milk them when they start to get excited."
Philippa nodded solemnly.
"I imagine you've jerked men off, right? I mean, that's none of my business, but I just
wondered if you knew the technique?"
Philippa lowered her eyes, embarrassed. But she could understand why the woman had
asked the question since it was the sort of experience that involved her job and she
nodded slightly.
"A couple," she admitted.
"Good," said Claire. "If you like, I'll jerk one of the dogs off while you watch, so that
you'll see how it's done, and so you won't be so embarrassed when you have to do it,
yourself, knowing that it's just a normal part of the job."
For some reason, Philippa found herself excited at the thought of watching the woman
jack a dog off. In fact, now that she had gotten over her initial shock, the girl was
thinking that it might be kind of fun to do it, herself. It wasn't as if it was a sexual act,
she reasoned, it was just a necessary duty.
"Okay," she said.
Claire got up from the table and she moved to the kitchen door. She was a tall woman
with big tits and a heart-shaped ass, and she moved gracefully across the room, her hips
swinging. Her walk was provocative, but Philippa knew that must be unconscious, her
natural gait. There was no reason to be provocative in front of another woman, was
there?
Opening the door, Claire called out, "King! Here, boy!"
A moment later, a shaggy sheepdog came trotting into the kitchen, his tongue lolling
out. Philippa glanced at his prick and saw that it wasn't hard. Obviously, the dog did
not need to be jerked off at the moment. But of course, Claire was doing it as a
demonstration, to teach Philippa... nothing else.
The dog stood in the middle of the room, looking from woman to girl with an
inquisitive gaze.
Claire was unbuttoning her blouse.
Philippa looked puzzled and Claire smiled.
"Dogs come a lot," she explained. "The stuff shoots all over the place and I don't want
to get any on my clothing."
"Oh," said Philippa. She would have to remember that when it was her turn. She
wouldn't want doggy jism on her clothing. When she jerked a boy off, she usually
caught his cum in a tissue, and she considered suggesting that to Claire, but then
thought better of it. She didn't want to seem too experienced.
The older woman unfastened her skirt and stepped out of it. Her body was magnificent,
Philippa thought. Her tits were big, rolling together in deep cleavage and capped by
large, stiff nipples. It seemed funny that those nipples should be stiff, almost as if the
woman was sexually aroused. Still, it didn't seem important. Then Claire was tugging
her panties down, her hips squirming as she slid them off. Her pubic mound was a
mass of auburn hair. Her cunt seemed to be juicy, too, thought Philippa, wondering
why that should be.
Philippa's own cunt felt kind of juicy, in fact. But she didn't know why on earth it
should be.
Claire held the panties up. The crotch band was damp.
"Usually, the dog is already excited and ready to come, so you won't have to bother
with this part of it," Claire explained. "But since this is just a demonstration, it's
necessary to get the dog excited you see. Of course, I could simply play with his cock
and balls until he got a hard-on, but this way is easier."
"I... I see," Philippa mumbled.
Claire tossed the soaked panties down in front of the sheepdog. The dumb brute sniffed
at them, then began to lap them with his long, wet tongue. Philippa could hear the
slurping sounds that he was making as he licked away with abandon.
It was strangely exciting, she realized.
Claire, waiting for the doggy to get horny, sat on the edge of the kitchen table, beside
Philippa. Her ass was perched on the edge and she brought one thigh up. Philippa
could not help but glance at the woman's bushy cunt.
That, too, was strangely exciting. Philippa could not understand the vague urges that
were thrilling her. The relatively innocent girl did not have much sexual experience,
and none of what she had had was abnormal, mostly w just mutual masturbation. But
for some reason she was gettng turned on by both the thought of jerking off dogs and
by the sight of Claire's naked cunt. She had never dreamed that she would someday
play with a dog's prick and had never given any thought to lesbianism. Was there
something about herself that she didn't know? The girl felt guilty and disturbed... and
excited.
The dog's cock was swelling up and growing longer. Philippa looked back and forth
between that growing hunk of dogmeat and Claire's juicy cunt. She saw the red slab of
the sheepdog's cockhead come sliding out from his hairy sheath. His balls were
inflating like balloons. He worried the panties, nipping at the damp material.
Philippa had a really naughty thought. If a dog enjoyed lapping a woman's panties,
wouldn't he enjoy lapping her cunt even more? She blushed deeply, embarrassed by her
speculations. She had never had her pussy licked or sucked by a man, but the idea was
wildly attractive. Oh, I mustn't even think about it, she told herself as she watched the
dog's long tongue slurp away.
Philippa, despite herself and ashamed of the fact, could feel her cunt start to simmer
and flood.
"I think he's about ready," Claire said.
She slid from the edge of the table, her hips turning toward Philippa so that, for a
moment, her bushy, juicy cunt was right in front of the girl's flushed face. She seemed
to linger there for a few seconds, as if she had lost her balance. Philippa could not help
but stare at her groin.
Then the woman walked over to the dog. He raised his head, his jaws dripping saliva.
Claire knelt down beside him.
"Watch closely now," she ordered. "I want you to see just how this is done."
But Philippa was already watching as closely as she could, totally intrigued by the
prospect.
Claire reached under the sheepdog, palm upward, and took his long prick in her hand.
Her other hand slid down and she cupped his balls, squeezing gently, as if to see how
full they were. She began to skim her fist up and down on his prick rod, gripping him
lightly at first, then tightening her grip so that she was dragging his hairy sheath back
away from his flaring cockhead.
His prick throbbed in her hand and his big balls expanded in her other hand. Claire
turned to see if Philippa was paying attention.
When she saw how interested the young girl was, she smiled. Then she turned back to
the dog, gazing at his prick as she jacked it. His fat cockhead was pulsing, expanding
like a lung, turning a darker shade of red. The dog yelped and whined and his hairy
haunches humped, fucking his long prick through her skimming fist.
An excited look, radiant, almost ecstatic, came over the woman's face. She seemed
fascinated by what she was doing. It didn't seem, to Philippa, that this doggy jerking
was quite what Claire had made it out to be... that there was more to it than mere duty.
And she could understand why, too. The girl was no longer doubtful about it. She was
looking forward to jerking the dogs off.
Her pussy was simmering. And so was Claire's, she noticed. The woman was resting on
one hip and had one knee drawn up so that Philippa could see her pussy, and the sight
left no doubt that Claire was aroused. A trickle of cunt juice ran down her crotch and
seeped into the crack of her ass and her clit was standing stiff and vibrant. Her tits
bobbed up and down, right in front of the end of the dog's thundering cock.
The dog whimpered, humping faster. His hairy prick shaft flew through her fist, the red
knob glistening. A drop of preliminary jism oozed from his piss slit and ran down his
red cock meat like quicksilver, thick and sluggish.
"Ahhh," Claire moaned softly.
Philippa saw her tongue glide across her lower lip. Her head shifted, as if she were
about to put her mouth on the dog's dripping cockhead... but then she drew back
again, glancing at Philippa.
"He's gonna shoot any second," she rasped, her voice husky. "Watch when he creams."
"Yeah," Philippa whispered, eager to see the hot cum spurt out of the dumb brute's
cock.
Claire's fist flew up and down, and the dog fucked furiously through her pumping
hand. He was shaking all through his body and rumbling in his throat. His cock and
balls got bigger and bigger. Suddenly he threw his head back and howled.
A load of milky cum shot from his cockhead and splashed on Claire's fat tits, lathering
her with cream.
"Ummm," she purred.
Philippa was purring, herself, as she watched this bizarre scene. Claire kept jacking the
doggy's cock, and he kept squirting thick jism onto her tits. Jet after jet dosed her. The
slime ran down her cleavage and dripped from her taut nipples. A slippery load of cum
shot up into the hollow of her throat. She was lathered with the cream, as milky and
slippery as soapsuds.
At last the dog's cock stopped spurting and his balls collapsed. Claire gave his prick a
few last pulls to make sure that she had milked out every last drop. Then she moved
away. The dog stood with his head down and his tongue out, panting. His prick started
to soften, his hard fuck rod sinking into a meaty loop under his belly.
Claire turned to Philippa, smiling. Her hand was running with doggy jism and her tits
were awash in the stuff. She glanced down and laughed. "See why I took my clothes
off?" she said.
Philippa, speechless, nodded.
"Think you'll be able to manage the job?" asked Claire.
"I think so," the girl said.
"Good. Then you've got the job, honey. I-I." Claire started to say something else, then
paused. She looked at the girl speculatively and obviously decided not to say what she
had intended. Instead, she said, "I've got to wash this nasty stuff off now, Philippa.
Why don't you take your suitcase out to your room and get unpacked?"
"Okay," the girl said.
Philippa was eager to get unpacked, in fact. She had been really turned on by what she
had just seen and, in her suitcase, she had packed her vibrator.


Chapter 2

Philippa had been shown her room, over the garage, earlier in the day. She took her
suitcase and left the farmhouse, her pussy feeling like a burning ember between her
thighs.
Claire walked to the window and watched the girl's pert little ass swing. Her tongue
slipped across her smiling lips. Philippa was an adorable little thing, she thought. The
girl had long blonde hair and innocent blue eyes and a wide, sensual mouth. Her tits
were pert and plump, thrusting out tantalizingly and her ass was like an inverted
valentine.
Claire had high hopes for Philippa.
Then she turned and gazed at the dog. King was still standing there, his flanks heaving,
panting in the aftermath of his coming. He looked at Claire, cocking his head.
"Sorry I had to waste your load on my hand, King," the woman said. "I wasn't sure if
Philippa would be ready for anything more intimate than a handjob, but I'll bet she will
be, soon."
King woofed, as if he understood.
Claire's hand was still soaked with cum. She brought it up to her mouth and licked it,
then bunched her sticky fingers together and pushed them into her mouth, like a prick,
her lips sucking on them. With her other hand, she scooped up some cum from her tits
and brought this up to her mouth, too. There was a pool of the jism in the palm of her
hand and she lapped it up hungrily.
"Ummm, yummy," she sighed.
She cupped both tits in her hands and lifted them, dipping her face down. Her pink
tongue lapped at the fat globes and her lips pulled on her stiff, cum-drenched nipples.
She might not have been able to suck the dog off with Philippa watching – not yet –
but the cum-hungry woman didn't want to waste the precious stuff.
She wondered if King was up to another come.
She moved over and knelt down beside his heaving flank. His prick was hanging down,
semi-stiff, his red knob still sticking out from his hairy cockshaft.
Claire leaned in and slurped the dog's cockhead into her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed
in as she sucked lovingly on his fat slab of cum-soaked dogmeat.
King gave a little yelp, a joyful sound. He was Claire's favorite dog, although she loved
all of them, and this was far from the first time that he had known the pleasure of her
mouth or experienced that distinctly human pleasure of a blowjob.
Claire nursed on his naked cockhead and was pleased to feel the big slab start to swell
up again. Her tongue glided around on the underside of his knob as her lips pulled on
the slab. His cockhead swelled up and his fuck rod stiffed, rising up anew.
She drew her lips away and gazed at his cock, studying it, trying to judge if he would b
able to come again soon, or if she would have to call one of the other doggies in.
King whined and humped, pushing his prick out toward her face, signaling his desires.
"Oh, you are a horny doggy, ain't you?" said Claire. "Does doggy want to put his sweet
prick in Mommy's mouth, does he? Hummm? Does the nice doggy want to squirt a
load of hot, thick doggy cum into my hot mouth now, does he?"
King woofed and whimpered.
Claire stroked his head, smiling with creamy lips, a light of lust in her eyes. She could
see that she would not have to summon another dog. It might take longer to suck King
off now that he had already come once, but that didn't bother the cock-loving woman
in the slightest. She adored it when a dog came in her mouth and she could swallow the
delicious juice greedily, but she enjoyed a nice long suck on his prick meat, as well, and
if it took a long time it was all the better.
"Shall I lick your cockhead, King?" she purred. She stuck her tongue out and fluttered
it softly against the swollen wedge of the doggy's big red knob.
"Do you like it? Do you like my tongue?" she whispered, as she licked all over his cock
meat, slathering him with saliva.
The dog pushed his cock out toward her face. Claire tilted her head and let the tip run
over her cheek, savoring the feel of his hairy prick. She began to lick and suck on the
dog's bloated balls, holding them in her hand and lifting them to her mouth as if she
were eating some exotic and hairy fruit. She purred with pleasure, enjoying the taste of
the dog's ballmeat, which was subtly different from his cock meat. She slurped his
ballsac right into her mouth.
The dog moaned and heaved. His hairy prick slid back and forth along her cheek. Her
tongue lashed at it.
Then she turned her head and directed her attention to his bloated red cockhead again,
tonguing all over his succulent slab of dogmeat until it was dripping with her foaming
saliva. She tongued up and down his cockshaft, back onto his balls, then onto his knob
once more. Her tongue was driving the doggy wild. His hindlegs scrambled at the floor,
his haunches heaved and trembled, his head went up and down, tongue hanging out.
Muscles rippled through his flanks. His fangs gleamed white.
A blob of pre-cum squeezed from his cockhead, running sluggishly down his slab of red
cock meat.
"Ummm," Claire sighed, tonguing the jism drop up. She drew back, letting it run
around on her tastebuds for a moment, then swallowed the delectable drop eagerly. She
had sucked dog cum from her hand and from her tits a few minutes ago, but somehow
the stuff was a lot more delicious when she was licking it directly off a prick. And she
knew that it was even tastier when that prick was shooting it right into her hungry
mouth and she had the whole big load to swallow.
Another fat, creamy drop squeezed from the dog's piss slit. Claire slurped it from the
tip of his cock and pushed her tongue right up his dripping cumhole.
The dog was going wild now as his cum began to flow and his balls prepared to
discharge another load of prick juice. He skittered and danced as Claire lapped his
cockhead. Then she took his swinging balls in one hand and folded the other hand
around the root of his fuckrod and parted her lips, taking the tasty triangle of his
cockhead into her mouth. She began to suck steadily now, wanting to make the dog
come. Her lips pulled on his cockhead and her tongue slid around against the underside
of his throbbing slab. She bobbed her head up and down a bit, feeding the dog cock
into her mouth, his hairy prick shaft sliding through her pursed lips. She let the dog
fuck into her mouth. His cockhead clogged her throat and she gagged, but she loved it,
loved having the frantically horny animal fucking into her face.
Gently squeezing his balls, she began to jack the dog's prick up and down, adding
manual stimulation to her oral attentions, knowing that was the quickest way to milk
his prick. Her fist pushed down to the root, then rose up to bump against her lips as
her head bobbed back down on his thundering fucktool.
"Unghh!" she gasped, as his cockhead jammed into her throat, cutting off her air.
Then she purred, "Ummm," as it slid back out, and she was sucking on the swollen
knob again.
His hairy prick shaft went in and out, through her lips and over her flashing tongue.
The dog's balls slapped against her chin, solid as they swung in, full of jism again.
Claire's face was contorted by passion and lust, her eyes narrowed to glowing slits. Her
cheeks were drawn in as she nursed on the doggy cock and her lips were unpeeled
around his prick meat as she sucked hard, almost as if she were trying to inhale the
dog's prick, to drag his big cock right down into her lungs.
Her hand jacked faster. The dog's cockhead was dripping steadily now, little lava flows
that soaked her tongue and whetted the horny dog-lover's appetite. The taste of dog
cum always made Claire hungry for more, lusting for the thrill of feeling the dog's prick
blow a thick geyser into her mouth and throat. The woman had sucked dogs off
countless times and she could never get enough of those hairy pricks and naked red
knobs and those cum-bags full of cockjuice. Now she was sobbing with hunger.
The dog drew out until only the tip of his prick was clamped in her lips and his long
hairy cockshaft was sticking out like a rivet, bolting his balls to her mouth.
"Come," she gasped, speaking right down his cock as if it were a meaty microphone.
"Shoot in my mouth, you wonderful doggy, pour the jizz into my mouth, King!"
King fucked into her throat, his hot knob jamming right down the woman's gullet. She
twisted her head sideways, winding her compressed lips around on the dog's prick as it
drove in and sucking on it as it withdrew. More jism oozed onto her tongue. It trickled
down her throat and soaked into her cheeks.
Her tongue was floating in a river of the slippery stuff. A dreamy look came over her
face as she so contentedly mouthed the doggy's cock. Her hand frigged up and down
his prick shaft, jerking him off into her mouth.
The dog howled and humped. Claire gasped as she felt his balls explode in her hand,
then felt his prick expand as the creamy load of sexual sap rushed up his cocktube.
Suddenly her mouth was full of dog cum.
The slimy jism poured out in a creamy cascade, a deluge that filled her mouth to the
brim. She gulped it down hungrily, making room for more, and the dog shot more into
her. His jism was coming out steadily, like a milky rope, hitting her throat, skimming
over the roof of her mouth, splashing on her arched tongue.
King howled and whimpered with joy as he fucked into her mouth and poured his cum
into her, and Claire was whimpering like an animal as she sucked and swallowed,
swallowed and sucked. Greedy as she was, she could not manage to swallow all of his
abundant load of fuck juice. It bubbled from her collaring lips and ran down her chin.
It dripped onto her heaving tits.
She slowly dropped down, onto her back, drawing the dog down with her, his cock in
her mouth. The dog humped wildly now, standing astride the woman and fucking into
her mouth just as if it were a cunt. Claire's mouth felt like a cunt to the dog... and to
Claire, as well. Her tongue was as tingling as her clit, and her saliva was flowing out as
freely as her cunt-juice.
Claire was coming, too. Her pussy had started to spasm as soon as she felt the first hot
sput of dog jism jet into her mouth and now she was climaxing steadily, spasms of joy
ripping through her loins. Her ass and hips jerked around as if she were getting fucked
in the cunt, as she took it in the mouth.
King hosed her throat and whitewashed her tonsils as his big prick kept foaming and
shooting. Her clit exploded again and a river of steaming cunt juice poured down her
hairy crotch and seeped into the tight crack of her churning ass.
She whimpered with ecstasy, thrilled at both ends, pleased by her own coming cunt and
blissfully milking the dog's cock and balls. At long last, King stopped shooting. She
swallowed his last spurt and sucked for awhile longer, to make sure that she had not
missed a solitary drop of his cockjuice. Then she pulled her lips away from his spent
cockhead and used her tongue to gather up the errant drops that had run down his
hairy fuck rod.
She lay back, smiling with cum-soaked lips.
King stood over her, his cock hanging down on her tits now. He was drained and his
cock was shrinking. Claire was sorry about that. Claire was greedy. She would have
liked to drink another load.


Chapter 3

Claire was thirty years old and she had been sucking dogs' pricks since she was a
teenager. Sometimes she wondered how many gallons of dog cum she had swallowed in
her life. She enjoyed drinking a man's cum, too, but not nearly as much. Dogs' pricks
were tastier and they poured a lot more cum into her, and the dog always seemed to
appreciate a blowjob more than a man. Claire had never been married, although she
had had many lovers. She didn't want a husband around to interfere with her dog
sucking.
She liked to have young girls around, however, because second only to blowing dogs,
Claire liked to suck hot cunts.
That was why she had advertised for a girl to work on the farm, and had rejected two
applicants who had been ugly and unsexy, and now had hired delectable little Philippa.
It hadn't really been a lie when she explained to the girl that she would have to jerk the
sheepdogs off when they got hard-ons. That was a thing that shepherds and
shepherdesses had been doing for ages, knowing they had to keep the dogs contented
and faithful. It had been Claire's father who told her about it, in fact.
His wife, Claire's mother, had run off with a guy who sold hand painted neckties when
Claire was a child. Her father had naturally been bitter about this, brooding and raging
alternatively. One day Claire put her hand on his shoulder to console him as he
brooded in his chair, smoking his corncob pipe.
"Who's gonna jack the fucking dogs off now?" he snarled.
This was the first that Claire knew about it.
"What do you mean, Pa?" she asked, in her innocence.
"Ah, the fucking dogs got to have their cocks emptied once in awhile," he explained.
"That was Ma's job. Now it looks like I got to do it myself, and I don't relish it."
Claire had thought for a few moments.
Then she said, "I'll do it, Pa."
He stared at her, noticing for the first time that his teenaged daughter had become
nubile and sexy. He had not had a fuck since his wife ran off and he was feeling horny,
and the thought of his little girl jacking dogs cocks fascinated him.
"Okay, Claire," he said. He got up from his chair. If Claire noticed the big lump in the
front of his overalls, she didn't comment on it. They went out into the yard and her
father called one of the sheepdogs over to them.
"You know how to jerk a prick?" he asked.
"Well, I never have... but I guess it'll come to me," she said. Without any hesitation, she
had knelt down beside the dog and began to pull his prick steadily up and down. Her
father stood over her, watching with keen concentration.
He saw that there was a look of pleasure on the girl's pretty little face. Her mother had
always jerked the dogs off without taking any delight in it, just doing it as a chore, but
he could see that Claire was enjoying it.
He opened his pants and hauled his cock and balls out.
Claire, happily jacking away on the dog's prick, did not seem to be aware that her
father was standing over her with his cock jutting out in a throbbing hard-on.
The man folded his fist around the root and he began to jack himself off, following the
same stroke pattern that his daughter was applying to the sheepdog.
Suddenly the dog yelped and a wad of yellow cum spurted out of the head of his cock.
Claire smiled happily at her success, jacking away until the dog's balls were empty.
"Did I do it good, Pa?" she asked, turning to look at him... and seeing that he was
pumping his prick.
"Yeah," he rasped, his face twisted by lust and his eyes glazed by passion.
"Want me to do that for you, Pa?" she asked.
He stared at her and his fist stopped pumping.
"Ain't seemly, girl," he said.
"Sure it is, Pa," she said. "It ain't being naughty or nothing. A farmer has to get his
balls emptied, same as a sheepdog, right? It's just another one of Ma's chores that I'll
have to take care of."
He hesitated. It still didn't seem quite right to the man, who was a God-fearing
Christian. But the idea was too pleasant to reject. He took his hand off his cock and
Claire put her hand on it, instead, and proceeded to beat his prickmeat. He thrust his
lean haunches forward, his cock towering up in front of the kneeling girl. Her hand
sped up and down his fat prick shaft.
His jism spurted out, shooting straight up in the air and hanging suspended for a
moment, then fell back and splattered all over Claire's hair and face.
He had looked slightly embarrassed.
But Claire had slid her tongue over her lips and grinned., "It tastes good, Pa," she told
him.
His wife had never drunk his cum. Hearing those words from his daughter's sweet lips,
he promptly got another hard-on. Claire giggled, having the time of her life.
"Want me to do it again?" she asked.
"You like to drink the stuff?" he asked her.
"It sure did taste good," she said. "Would you like me to take it in my mouth, the next
time?"
How could the horny man resist.
Claire had mouthed his cockhead and discovered that she was a natural in the art of
cocksucking, that she did not require any previous practice or experience or training,
but knew instinctively just how to mouth a prick.
When her father came in her mouth, she swallowed the hot load with joy. She licked
her lips. "Gee, that was fun," she said. She was glad that her mother had run off.
So was her father, now.
Claire had enjoyed sucking her father's cock so much that, the next time one of the
sheepdogs appeared with a hard-on, she decided that it would be more enjoyable to
suck the dog off than to simply give him a handjob. She did... and it was.
The girl loved it so much that, instead of waiting for one of the other dogs to get hard,
she had gone the rounds, jerking and sucking them into erections, and then sucking
those big tasty erections into mouthfuls of delicious cum.
Her father didn't think it was quite right for his daughter to be blowing dogs, but as
long as she blew him, as well, the man did not see fit to complain.
A few weeks later, Claire got her first faceful of pussy. She had been talking to a girl
from a neighboring farm and had admitted that she had been blowing the dogs. The
girl had not been overly surprised. She was a randy wench, herself.
"I never suck my dog," she said. "But I let him lap my cunt sometimes. That feels real
good."
"I'll bet it does. I never had my cunt lapped," Claire said.
"You ought to get one of your dogs to do it for you," the girl had suggested. "They love
to do it, too. They go wild over hot pussy. I guess it must be tasty, huh?"
"I'll bet it is. Sometimes I lick my fingers after I've been frigging myself and cunt juice
is delicious."
The girl, a tall redhead named Anne, had giggled.
"Want to taste my cunt?" she asked. Claire thought about it for a moment. "If I lap
your cunt, will you lap mine?" she asked.
"Sure, why not?" said Anne.
Neither girl had done any cuntsucking before, but it was the same as cocksucking. It
was the sort of thing that just came natural to the horny teenagers.
Claire had gone down on Anne first, tonguing and sucking her to a creamy climax.
Then, true to her word, Anne had done the same favor for Claire. Cunt was damned
near as good as dog prick, Claire decided. She had become a confirmed cuntsucker with
the very first taste. So she ate Ann out a second time, for good measure.
The two farmgirls gave each other head about once a week after that, and Claire
continued to blow the sheepdogs with more regularity than was necessary for their
contentment and comfort. That had been when she started, some fuck-filled years ago.
She had never stopped. The dogs were different now, the third set of sheepdogs that
had known the pleasure of Claire's mouth. She had lost track of how many dogs she
had sucked off, and certainly of how many times she had done it. She had sucked quite
a few cunts, too.
Her father had died of a heart attack a few years ago, while he was jerking off in the
woodshed. Now the farm belonged to Claire. It was only natural that she wanted a girl
around to help her with the chores, and only natural that she wanted that girl to be
sexy. Sweet little Philippa was certainly sexy.
There was going to be fun on the farm.


Chapter 4

Philippa didn't think that she had ever felt quite so horny as she felt at the moment, as
she carried her suitcase across the farmyard toward her quarters above the garage. The
girl's sexual experiences were very limited. She had jacked a few young men off and let
them feel her up and finger fuck her, but that was as far as she had ever gone. She was
not a prude and, in fact, would have been more than willing to go further, if the man
had been persistent and persuasive, but somehow the time and place had never been
right, or else the guy had gotten his rocks off in her hand and lost interest, or hard-on,
or both. Several times, as she pumped away on a prick, Philippa had bent over the man
with trembling lips, yearning to take his cock into her mouth and find out what it was
like to suck on cock meat and drink cum. Her tastebuds had tingled for the flavor and
her tongue had stiffened like her clit. If one of the men had suggested it, or had given
her head a gentle push downward, she would certainly have blown him. But she seemed
such an innocent young lady, despite the fact that she was giving a handjob, that none
of the guys suspected that she was willing to give head. Thus, Philippa was cherry in
her mouth as well as her cunt.
She masturbated a lot. A handjob wasn't really what she wanted, nor was finger fucking
herself nearly as pleasant as having a man do it for her, but it was better than nothing.
Then, too, she had her vibrator, a big, cock-shaped tool, realistically contoured with a
flaring mushroom-shaped knob and raised veins seaming the underside of the shaft.
Not having the courage to visit a shop that sold such things, she had ordered it by mail,
waiting expectantly until it arrived... and worried that her mother might intercept the
package. When the tool was delivered, the girl hastened up to her bedroom and fucked
herself three times, one right after the other, enjoying it more than her empty hand, but
still knowing that it was not nearly as good as a real prick would be.
She had always thought about human pricks, of course. The faintest idea of bestiality
had never entered her mind. Perhaps that was why, being so unexpected and shocking,
the teenager had gotten so turned on by watching Claire jack the sheepdog off.
Despite herself – and she blushed at the realization – Philippa was eager to jerk a dog
off, herself.
She might not even wait until one of the hard-working brutes appeared with a hard-on,
she thought... and blushed again. She knew how to arouse them, having studied under
an expert. All she would have to do was to let them lap her panties, which were every
bit as wet and creamy as Claire's had been. She knew full well that as soon as a dog
began to worry those cunt juice-soaked panties, he would get an erection.
It gave her another shameful thought, as well. If lapping damp panties excited a doggy,
just imagine how frantic the dumb brute would get if he were allowed to lap a hot
pussy.
The idea was tremendously stimulating. Philippa had never had her cunt licked and had
longed for the experience, just as she had longed for a mouthful of stiff cock and hot
jism. She knew that it would feel wonderful to have a dog's long, wet tongue slurping
away on her cunt. It was awfully naughty, of course – wicked, really – but the girl
could sort of justify it, as being the quickest way to give the dog a jerk-offable hard-on.
The justification was weak, because if the doggy did not have a hard-on to begin with,
there was no need for Philippa to jerk him off, anyhow. But her state of mind, and
cunt, was such that she ignored the weakness of her rationalization.
Thinking about how the sheepdog's jism had spurted out onto Claire's big, stiff-tipped
tits, Philippa hurried across the yard, wanting to get her dildo stuck up her cunt
immediately. She glanced toward the rolling fields and meadows. The hills were dotted
with fleecy sheep. Two of the sheepdogs, Lucky and Boris, were slinking around
playfully, keeping an eye on the sheep.
The ram, too, was eyeing the sheep. The ram was not allowed to run free and was kept
in a stout pen in the farmyard, and he obviously didn't like the situation. He would
have preferred to be with his flock. He was a big, handsome beast with a black face and
a fluffy woolly coat and big, swept back horns. He had a big prick, too, but Philippa
didn't notice that – yet.
The ram noticed Philippa, however.
His big head came around as he gazed at her and his nostrils twitched as he scented the
delicious aroma of the girl's steaming pussy. His fat, fleecy cock began to twitch. He
tossed his horned head and his amber eyes glowed. He was a tremendously potent
creature and wasn't allowed to have as much ewe cunt as he would have liked and the
scent of the girl's pussy was inviting. Ewe or girl, it was all the same to the big horned,
big-pricked ram.
Philippa went up the outside staircase and entered her quarters, two pleasantly
furnished rooms with redwood furniture and cotton curtains and a big, comfortable bed
covered with a patchwork quilt. She locked the door behind her. She was smiling in
anticipation of getting her rocks off and relieving her urgent lust.
She began to undress. There was a full length mirror in a gilt frame and she stood in
front of it as she stripped her clothing off, admiring her body. Her tits were not nearly
as big as Claire's, but her nipples were almost as large and every bit as stiff. Her pubic
hair was a golden brown, lush and curly as a jungle. She tilted her pelvis forward so
that she could see lower, between her legs, where her cunt had rippled open. Her pink
cuntlips were parted into an oval slot and cunt juice flowed down that slot.
For some reason, as she gazed at the reflection of her own pussy, Philippa thought
about how juicy Claire's cunt had looked, but she didn't understand this strange
interest. She knew that she was not a lesbian, so why had the sight of another woman's
cunt excited her so much? Philippa, innocent girl that she was, did not realize that there
was a difference between being a lesbian and being a cuntsucker.
She rubbed her tits and pulled at her explosive nipples, purring as a thrill shot down
into her lower torso.
She stroked her cuntlips and massaged her clit and shuddered as a greater thrill rippled
across her loins.
She turned around and looked over her shoulder, admiring her heart-shaped ass and
then, legs apart, bent over so that she could look at her cunt from behind. Her cunt was
flowing like a river and her stiff clit stood out like a tree stump in that swampy flow.
Feeling really naughty, she spread the cheeks of her taut little ass apart so that she
could look at her tight brown bud of an asshole, too. As she bent down, her tits
bobbled under her. Philippa liked to admire her sexy, nubile body, and longed for the
time when a man admired her naked flesh, never dreaming that it might be an animal
or a woman who first got a look at her naked charms... and got the use of them.
She was so hot that she could have come just by looking at herself, she figured. But she
didn't – want to do that, because coming felt better with a stuffed cunt. She put her
suitcase on the rack and opened it. Her vibrator was hidden at the bottom and she
rummaged around until she found the fat device. She took it to the bed and sat down
on the edge of the big, soft mattress, her ass perched on the rim and her feet on the
floor. She could still see herself in the mirror. She parted her sleek thighs and watched
the cunt juice run down her hairy crotch and seep into the crack of her ass.
She switched the vibrator on and it began to move up and down, humming and
buzzing.
She touched the tip against her clit. Her sensitive fuck button sparked and throbbed.
She ran the humming dildo knob up her pussyslit and traced along her unfurled
cuntlips, her face becoming a contorted mask of lust.
Her ass squirmed on the edge of the bed and she arched her back, her eyes hooded and
her lips trembling. Sometimes she liked to come this way, just rubbing the vibrating
knob up and down in her cuntslit and over her clit. But today she was in the mood to
enjoy a cuntfull of the big, agile tool. She fitted the tip into her fuckhole, then began to
slowly slide it in. Her cuntlips pulled and sucked on this welcome visitor to her loins.
She buried the humming prick to the hilt, shuddering as she felt the big head and fat
shaft vibrate inside her pussy. She loved to be stuffed full of dildo and knew it would be
even better to be full of a real flesh-and-blood cock that, in the end, could squirt her full
of prick juice.
She began to fuck in and out of her cunt, slowly pulling the vibrator out, then shoving
it back in and, tilting her wrist,turning it around inside her hot fuckhole. It came out
coated with cunt juice, drops of the creamy stuff spraying from the rapidly vibrating
shaft. As she pulled it out, her cuntlips dragged with it, almost turning inside out, and
as she stuffed it back in, her hairy cuntlips tucked right up inside her fuckhole,
clutching the joystick.
She gurgled with the joy of it. She clamped her thighs around the dildo, taking her
hand away and letting it vibrate her by itself. Then she threw her legs wide apart again
and fucked in and out furiously. She raised one knee, then the other. Her ass jolted
from side to side. She fell back across the bed and fucked into her cunt in the
missionary position, pretending that it was a man mounted on her heaving loins. She
thought of the cocks that she had jerked off, and then she found herself thinking about
the cock that Claire had jerked off, about that big, hairy, red-tipped dog prick!
"Ooooh!" she wailed. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" Spasms of pleasure darted through her crotch and
belly. Her cunt was turning to jelly around the plunging, humming prick.
She rolled her hips from side to side, heaving and bucking, fucking frantically. Then
she turned over onto her knees. With her head on the bed and her ass thrust high in
the air, she began to feed the cock to her cunt that way.
Philippa was giving herself a doggy fuck...although she did not realize the significance
of it, yet.
Her shapely ass jabbed back, meeting the thrust of the plunging prick. Her thighs
rippled with muscle and her tits swung under her, her stiff nipples brushing against the
quilt. She fed the prick in and out steadily, moaning and whimpering. Her blood was
singing in her ears, as if echoing the hum of the vibrating prick. The horny girl felt hot
all over, flashes darting through her body.
Her groin was lathered with foamy cunt juice and ribbons of the stuff poured down her
kneeling thighs.
If only that dildo were capable to shooting her full of jism, to mingle with her cunt
juice, she wished, longing to know what it was like to feel a cock squirt into her cunt.
A wild spark hit her clit and ran into her pussy. She cried out in wild joy, dizzy with
desire. Another thrill darted through her. She was starting to cream.
"Fuck-fuck-fuck!" she wailed, as if the dildo could understand her words, shoving it in
and out as fast as she could, while her pussy spasmed around it.
Waves of pure ecstasy shot into her cunt from the depths of her belly. Her clit was
exploding and cunt juice was gushing out in a deluge. The fat dildo pumped in and
pussy-juice pumped out. Her first orgasm peaked and passed – and her second began
immediately.
Philippa's virgin cunt was going off like a machine gun, coming and coming again.
Each wave was higher than the one before, rushing fast upon it, until they were
merging into one tremendous tidal wave and she was at the very heights of all
sensation.
At last her coming ebbed and ended. She continued to slip the prick in and out to make
sure she had milked out every drop and worked off every spasm.
She slowly drew it from her pussy, smiling contentedly. Still on her knees, she brought
the vibrator up in front of her face. Humming gently, it sprayed a mist of cunt juice
from the knob. Philippa stuck her tongue out and licked at the soaked tool.
Then she slipped it into her mouth and began to suck on it, pretending that it was a
real cock, a cock that had just come in her cunt and was drenched with her juices.
Cunt juice was delicious, thought the horny girl.
She sucked on the dildo until it was soaked with spit and all of her cunt juice had been
swallowed. Then she switched it off. She frowned. Despite her prolonged orgasm, the
girl still felt hot and horny. She was not as desperate as she had been before she'd
creamed, of course, but she was in such a randy mood today that climaxing on a rubber
prick had not really satisfied her.
Still, what could she do about it? She could give her cunt another fucking, but the result
would probably be the same. She decided that she would just have to grit her teeth and
bear it. She gave the dildo a last lick, then switched it off.
Grinning, she got up and put the vibrator back into her suitcase, hidden under her
bikini panties. Instead of sitting there feeling horny, she figured it would be better if she
were to occupy herself. She would see if Claire had any chores for her.
She used her soiled panties to mop up her soaking cunt, then put on a fresh pair of
panties, followed by old jeans and a teeshirt, clothing appropriate to farm work, she
figured. It wouldn't matter if she got such clothes dirty. Farm work was dirty, of course,
especially the duty of jerking off the sheepdogs.
She wondered when she would get the chance to do that, hoping that it would not be
long.
Then she went out the door and down the outside staircase, into the farmyard.
One of the dogs had come in from the fields and was lying in the yard, his head on his
forepaws, watching her. It was the black and white one – Boris, that was the dog's
name.
And Boris had hit tongue hanging out.
Philippa hesitated for a moment. Then a naughty grin turned up her lips. She felt really
wicked and enjoyed that feeling.
"Here, Boris," she called softly.
And Boris came.


Chapter 5

The black and white sheepdog got to his feet, and Philippa saw that his cock was semi
hard, curling out under his belly in a hairy coil, with just the tip of his red knob
sticking out from the shaggy sheath like a rodent from a tunnel.
A semi-hard-on was enough to justify jerking the dog off, wasn't it? Philippa thought.
After all, it was part of her duty and she might as well get the job done.
And she knew how to turn that semi-hard-on into a raging erection, as well. The
thought caused the horny girl to tremble.
Philippa wanted the dog to lap her cunt!
She called him again and the sheepdog advanced, wagging his tail, his prick swaying
under him.
She wondered if it had been the scent of her own hot cunt that had started his cock to
swell. She hoped so. She stood at the foot of the steps and Boris walked up to her. She
rubbed him behind the ear and he thrust his snout into her crotch, sniffing.
"Ooooh," she sighed as she felt that hot doggy breath waft through her jeans.
She looked around to make sure that no one was watching, then moved back and
started up the stairs. The dog hesitated and she looked back and called to him. She
could have given him a handjob in the yard, since it was merely part of her chores, but
the girl figured that it would be better to have some privacy if the dog was going to lap
her pussy. A casual observer might not understand that she was simply using her cunt
the way that Claire had used her soaking panties, to get the dog ready for the necessary
ball-draining.
The doggy started up the stairs behind the girl, an inquisitive look in his intelligent
eyes.
Philippa intended to let the dog lap her cunt until she climaxed, and then she would
jerk him off. She thought that she would like to let him shoot on her tits, the way
Claire had, to feel all that hot, thick jism splash onto her tits and nipples.
The girl didn't expect to get carried away and do more, but horny as she was, she
should have.
At the top of the staircase, she held the door open and Boris went into the room, a bit
nervous at finding himself in strange surroundings, not sure what was expected of him.
Philippa closed the door. The dog looked around the room curiously.
Philippa, without daring to hesitate in case she lost her nerve, opened her jeans, then
squirmed out of them. Her panties had already started to get a little damp, although she
had just put them on. She tugged them down, too, and put them on the dresser, out of
reach of the sheepdog, because she had better things for his tongue to investigate. The
dog was watching her with interest. She started toward him, then decided she had
better remove her teeshirt, too. She remembered how much cum King had squirted
onto Claire's tits and knew that, very soon, she would not want to be bothered to
remove her teeshirt. She would have a better use for her hands.
But first she wanted to get tongued, both to excite the doggy and for her own sake.
She dipped slightly at the knees and parted her thighs, tilting her crotch forward. She
ran one finger up her pussyslit and the musky odor of hot cunt drifted across the room.
It was noticeable to Philippa, and more so to the dog's sensitive snout. The dog became
instantly alert and skittery.
Philippa wondered if he knew what to do. But she needn't have worried because,
although Claire's main pleasure was in sucking dog's cocks, she also allowed them to
slurp her cunt sometimes and Boris' long wet tongue was experienced.
"Hot pussy, Boris," Philippa purred.
She hoped that was not the wrong choice of words, that he knew the difference between
the sort of pussy he should tongue and the sort of pussycat he might bite.
He moved toward her, his head sticking out like a pointer directing its master to a
quail. And his cock began to get bigger, like a loaded gun itself, the fat wedge of his
cockhead pushing slowly out from the sliding foreskin.
His long red tongue was lolling out from the edge of his lower jaw, dripping with
saliva.
"Oh, Jesus," Philippa muttered, trembling with expectation as she looked at his nimble
tongue.
The doggy shoved his snout into her hairy groin and took a sniff, then gave a little
whine of sheer delight and began to slap his tongue up her cunt.
Philippa cried out with the joy of it. It was the first time that she had ever felt a tongue
on her cunt and it was even more wonderful a sensation than she had expected. Hot
and wet and slippery, the sheepdog's tongue slid up her cuntlips and over her clit.
"Oh, yeah, lap my pussy, Boris!" she wailed.
Boris' tongue flattened and slid up her pussy hungrily. Cunt juice poured over his
tastebuds, driving the doggy wild. He pushed his snout into her fuckhole and his
tongue delved up inside her parted pussy lips, lapping at the inner walls.
Philippa began to grind against his head, as if it were a big shaggy prick that she was
trying to stuff up her cunt. Her ass churned from side to side and her belly and hips
humped in a fucking motion. She dipped lower, pushing her pussy against his blunt
muzzle, working it around on his slurping tongue.
The thrill was making her dizzy and her legs were getting wobbly. She sat down on her
ass, drawing her knees up and keeping her legs open. The dog's head dipped down,
continuing to lap at her sweet cunt with enthusiasm.
Philippa arched back, her pretty face switching from side to side, biting her lower lip.
She could hear the moist sounds that the dog's tongue made as it slapped up her cunt.
The dog was panting over this rare tray of food, this hairy bowl of cream, and the girl
was panting just as much as the dog, like an animal in her lust.
She tightened her thighs around his shoulders for a moment, then opened them wide
again. She hiked her ass up from the floor and his long tongue began to run up the
crack of her ass as he slurped from her asshole to her cuntmound. She hooked one knee
around his neck, pulling his head even closer, wishing that she could drag him right up
inside her pussy.
She could see that his prick was fully erect now. The big meaty triangle of his cockhead
was flaring out naked and his hairy prick shaft was throbbing powerfully and his balls
were bloated with cum. She loved the thought that very soon she would be jacking that
lovely prick off and emptying his swollen ballsac, but first she simply had to get her
own rocks off on his eager tongue.
If she hadn't just creamed on her dildo, Philippa would have come in seconds, but since
she had already come a few minutes ago she was able to hold back and prolong the joy
of this cuntlapping. The dog seemed to be willing to tongue her pussy for as long as she
wanted to, not desperate to get his own jollies, despite his thundering prick and his
massive, cum-filled balls.
His tongue slapped and slurped and her pussy squished and squeezed as cunt juice and
doggy slobber poured down her crotch. She leaned back on her elbows and gazed down
the slope of her arched body, seeing the dog's head bobbing around inside a double
framework – between her thrusting tits and between her parted thighs. His red tongue
slipped up, coming out into her pubic bush, then dipped down again. He was tonguing
cunt juice all over her belly and thighs, and his hairy muzzle was matted with the
creamy flow. Whimpering and rumbling in his throat, he licked frantically. His
haunches began to hump, making little fucking motions. His neglected cock jutted out
in the air under his belly.
Christ, she thought, I hope he doesn't blow his wad before I get a chance to jerk him!
Her hands itched for a handful of his big stiff prick, but she could not reach it now
without breaking off his tonguing... and that was the last thing that she wanted.
A spasm racked her. The dog seemed to sense it, giving a yelp and slapping his tongue
up her cunt even faster. Cunt juice and saliva dripped from his jaws. His head swung
from side to side, lapping up one cuntlip, then the other, then taking a long slurp right
up inside her gaping, cream-filled pussy slit.
Philippa moaned and rolled her hips about, her ass jerking right up off the floor,
fucking his face with frenzied jolts. She was so hot that she could not get into a steady
rhythm as she did when she fucked herself with the dildo. Instead, her pelvis flashed
and danced wildly, flying this way and that against his muzzle.
"C-c-cominggg!" she wailed.
Her pussy started to cream, cunt juice seeping into her fuckhole and pouring out onto
the dog's tongue. The juice of her climax was even more exciting than the sweet pussy
nectar he had been tonguing out of her cunt already, and Boris yelped and whined as
he lapped it up.
Waves of joy rushed across her loins and came shooting up he thighs, crashing together
in her clit and cunt. She peaked once, then again. The lather of her orgasm flooded out
in steaming rivers and the dog hungrily lapped up the delicious flow.
She fell back, gasping, almost fainting with the joy of it. She smiled up at the ceiling. It
had been wonderful, the best orgasm that the girl had ever had. And there were three
sheepdogs, all with long hot tongues! Philippa knew she was going to love this job!
But now she had a job to do.


Chapter 6

Boris was still lapping away on her cunt, not sure if the girl was finished with his
tongue or not. Philippa slowly turned over onto her flank and the dog raised his head.
Cunt juice ran along his jaw and dripped from his teeth. He cocked his head. She
slowly twisted around to face the doggy.
Feeling a great affection for the cunt-satisfying brute, the girl took his head between her
hands and she gave him a kiss. He slurped his tongue up her chin. His wet tongue slid
over her lips and, hardly realizing what she was doing, Philippa stuck her own tongue
out and lapped at the dog's tongue. She could taste her own cunt juice on it, blended
with doggy slobber. She sucked the dog's long tongue into her mouth and began
nursing on the hot, wet meat, thrilled to be sucking her own pussy nectar from animal's
tongue.
That tongue was the first doggy organ that Philippa had ever taken into her mouth and,
at the time, she did not realize that she would be sucking on another, more exciting
organ.
The innocent little girl really thought that all she was going to do was to jerk the
sheepdog off, as a reward for having lapped her pussy so dutifully. She knew that she
was going to enjoy playing with his prick and that she would just love it when his jism
started to spurt out, but she didn't realize that she might get carried away. She didn't
even realize how hot her mouth was getting as she sucked on the dog's soaking
cuntlapper. Now that her steaming pussy had been cooled off, her mouth was getting
horny, in turn.
She drew her lips from his tongue and Boris' head went up and down. He gave a little
yelp. She looked under his belly and saw that his cock was jerking around wildly, the
big knob swaying up and down and swinging from side to side. The sight of his prick
was darkly thrilling. His cockhead was flushed red and flaring and his hairy shaft was
taut and throbbing and his balls were bloated with cum.
The dog lapped at her neck and shoulder. Philippa arched her back so that his tongue 0
began to lap at her tits. Her nipples stiffened even more as the wet flesh slurped at
them, lathering her wet foaming doggy saliva.
Philippa whimpered, thinking that the next time she was going to get a dog to lick her
off, she would coax him into starting with her tits, as a sort of foreplay.
But she didn't need her cunt lapped again. At the moment she was more interested in
milking the brute's cock. She drew back from his flashing tongue and moved down to
his flank. The dog seemed to sense that he was in for a treat, and stood rigid, quivering
and trembling but not moving... except for his prick, which was jolting around and
throbbing, the knob pulsing in and out.
Philippa reached under him and felt his balls, grinning impishly when she felt how full
they were. She squeezed and felt his hard balls shift in their hairy sac.
She slid her hand up to his prick shaft, rubbing up and down along the underside from
balls to knob. His haunches vibrated and the dog began to whimper. Philippa folded
her fist around the root of his fuckrod and she skimmed up and down, then tightened
her grip, dragging the hairy sheath back from his swollen cockhead.
She leaned in close to gaze at that handful of dogmeat, just as she had always done
when she was jerking a guy off, at those times when she would have gladly taken his
cock into her hot mouth if only the guy had asked her to.
She could feel the heat of the sheepdog's thundering prick waft into her face.
"Wanna come, Boris?" she whispered, her voice husky with lust, her lower lip
trembling. "Want me to beat your meat for you, you wonderful doggy?"
Boris turned his head, gazing at her with his tongue hanging out and his tail wagging.
She gave him a slow push-pull, loving the way that his cockshaft was pounding in her
fist. The dog whined and began to hump, driving his cock through her fist.
She stroked his cock slowly, enjoying this doggy jacking so much that she wanted to
make it last. She was lusting to see his jism spurt out, too, but in no hurry for that
creamy climax.
A glob of pre-cum oozed from his pisshole and bubbled on the tip of his cockhead.
"Ooooh," Philippa whimpered, when she saw that hint of things to come. She leaned
even closer. The dog's prickmeat looked tasty and his thick jizz looked absolutely
delicious. She gave him another push-pull and watched another fat drop squeeze out
onto his bloated, red cock meat. It looked like such a succulent mouthful that the horny
teenager wondered how long it would be before she got a chance to take a prick into
her mouth and suck it off.
Then she gasped with a sudden impulse, an impulse that caused her to blush with
shame and to flush with desire, both at the same time.
"Oh! Oh, no! I couldn't!" she whispered guiltily.
But some dark and depraved part of her was saying, oh, yes... you sure could!
Philippa had an urge to suck the dog's cock! It was as great as any urge she had ever
had to suck a man's cock. But she had always waited for the man to suggest it... and the
dog could hardly suggest it, so it was up to her. She wrestled with her conscience. Her
mouth was watering for his cock meat and her imagination was wild with that desire.
With a man, she had never had the courage to take the initiative, but a dog could not
think she was lewd or forward, being only a dumb brute without morals t or awareness
of depravity. Too, a dog could never tell. She could suck his prick if she wanted to, and
no one would ever know except for the dumb animal and herself.
She gave him another stroke and his cock surged mightily. She felt faint with passion.
I won't really blow him, she told herself, innocent girl that she still was. I won't suck
him off or anything. I'll just take one single lick, to find out what cock meat tastes like.
I'll just lick that single drop of cum from his cockhead, that's all.
She tried to convince her conscience that she was doing it out of curiosity, not lust.
But her poor conscience had no chance at all in the struggle with her dark desires. How
could she resist, lusting for a mouthful of prick as she had been for so long?
She pushed her fist back to the hilt of his cockshaft, right up against his balls, dragging
the furry sheath back so that his meaty cockhead stood out in a throbbing slab. She
shifted her head under him so that his prickhead was right in front of her face. She
went cross-eyed as she stared at the succulent wedge of his red prick meat. His piss hole
was parted and the tip glistened with cum.
Philippa, to her credit, hesitated for a moment. Then she gave a little whimper of
surrender.
She pushed her tongue out and slid it over the head of the sheepdog's dripping cock.
"Ooooh," she purred, as she got her first ever taste of cock meat and jism at the same
moment. She drew back, letting doggy cum run over her tastebuds, then trickle down
her throat. The hot, thick nugget of cum went down like fine brandy.
Boris whimpered and humped, pushing his prick out toward her face. The knob
bumped against her lips. She tilted her head back. She had vowed that she would take
only one single lick, just to see what it tasted like. But licking the head of a dripping
prick is not the sort of thing the horny girl could limit. Taking one lap on his succulent
cockhead was like eating a single peanut.
"I will!" she whispered, giving in to the impulse. "I'll lick his cock and... and..." She was
dizzy with lust in mind and body. "And I'll suck on it, too, and I'll let the doggy come
in my mouth! Oh shit! Oh my God... I gotta!"
Boris humped again, pushing his cockhead against her lips, and this time the girl's
tongue came out to meet his flaring wedge of prick meat. She began to lap and slurp
with joy, running her tongue all over his knob, laving his hot cock meat and gathering
up the bubbling jism. She fluttered her tongue against the flat underside of his
cockhead, flattening it to conform to his contours, then swept it around the bloated,
elongated knob and slurped at his bulging prick tip.
The sheepdog yelped and growled and humped. Philippa figured this was a new
experience for the animal, as it was for her, not realizing that Boris knew all about
women's mouths, having shot many a wad of jism into Claire's gullet.
Her tongue pushed out along the underside of his knob and a trickle of thick, creamy
cum ran down onto her tastebuds, thrilling her and making her hungry for more of the
savory stuff. She switched her tongue back and forth. More jism flowed from his knob.
"Ummm," she moaned. "Oh, shit! I'm tonguing a fucking dog's prick!"
He pushed his cock knob against her pursed lips, whining, his hairy haunches
trembling.
Philippa kissed the tip, and then parted her lips, letting the big wedge slide into her
mouth. Her lips collared his hairy prick shaft just behind his naked cockhead and she
began to suck with joy. Her cheeks went in and out and her lips pulled and dragged on
his prickmeat. Her tongue switched back and forth against the underside of the fat
mouthful. Sucking on a dog's cock was even better than licking it, she thought. It was
just wonderful! She heaved and moaned as she mouthed his cock meat. Her head
bobbed up and down, feeding a little more of his long, stiff prick into her mouth.
She blew on it, thinking that since it was called a blowjob, blowing must be involved.
But sucking was far better, she realized, and she sucked some more.
His cockhead was swelling bigger all the time, filling the girl's hot, hungry mouth with
throbbing cock meat. She gurgled and whimpered on that mouthful, in absolute ecstasy.
The taste, the texture and the heat all combined to make it a thrilling feast.
She was holding his big balls in one hand and had the root of his fuck rod in the other,
but she had stopped jacking him, wanting to do it all with her tongue and lips.
He pumped his prick into her mouth deeper.
She twisted her head from side to side, sucking in every precious inch, worrying his
cock as a dog worried a bone.
More jism was ozzing from his pisshole all the time, trickling onto her tongue, seeping
into her cheeks, running down her throat. That steady flow of preliminary jism was
driving her wild with the desire to milk his cock and balls to the dregs and swallow
every drop of his precious jism when he spurted it into her mouth. She longed for the
thrill of that moment, the double thrill of swallowing delicious fuckjuice and of
knowing that she was drinking animal cum. She yearned to hear the doggy whimper
and to feel his prick throb at the moment before he shot his sweet wad into her hungry
mouth.
"Ahhh," she sighed, sucking as his cock pulled out, clamping her lips around his
retreating fuck rod.
His cock came out matted with her saliva. Thick streams of doggy jism streaked that
frothy saliva. Then he fucked back into her mouth and she tongued and sucked with
gusto.
Boris' hindpaws scrambled on the floor as he frantically heaved his hairy haunches in
and out, fucking her in the mouth, tilting her head back as his cock surged deeply into
her face.
His balls swung in and out when she released them, slapping against her chin. Cum
flowed across her clamped lips. She pushed her head down to meet him, taking more of
his sweet cock in, her lips bumping against her fist at the root of his long fat prick.
Her mouth was working like a suction pump on his dogmeat, pulling and dragging and
slurping. She bridged her tongue against the underside, like a soft, pink carpet over
which his prick could ride triumphantly into her throat.
The sheepdog's black and white flanks sucked in and heaved out as he panted, rising
toward the heights. Philippa was panting just as much as the animal, her plump tits
rising and falling.
A jet of jism hit her tongue.
She swallowed greedily and sucked. For a moment she thought that the doggy had
come, that that single jet was all the jism he was going to feed her.
Then he howled and his cock began to erupt like a volcano, steaming cum spurting out
and hosing her throat. Philippa jammed her head down, gorging herself on doggy cock,
as he continued to shoot lump after lump of hot, thick cum into her mouth.
She drank the precious jism greedily, ravenously, feeling his cockhead expand each time
it blew another dose.
"Umphff!" she gasped, as his cockhead rammed into her gullet, pouring cum down her
throat. Her lips collared his prick tightly, dragging another load out as he withdrew.
The dog's heaving haunches bucked back on the recoil of his meaty missile as it shot
again. The brute was howling with the joy of it as he emptied his cock and balls, and
Philippa, drinking the succulent fuckjuice, moaned in pure ecstasy.
She fell back as the dog's driving prick tilted her head. The beast plunged forward,
fucking into her mouth with lightning fast strokes, thundering and pounding as he
shoveled his cock into her face and spurted his jism out time and again.
The last spurt hit her throat, followed by a trickle. The greedy girl swallowed and her
lips pulled. She began to move her fist up and down his prick shaft now, jacking him to
make sure that she had milked out every delicious drop.
Her pumping hand managed to drag one more spurt from the dog's spent prick and
emptied balls.
Then it was over, to Philippa's regret. Sucking cock and drinking cum was even better
than she had imagined it would be, just as getting her cunt lapped had been.
And the situation was the same.
Just as there were three sheepdogs with long, wet tongues, so there were three
sheepdogs with big delicious pricks. Philippa knew that she was going to be well fed on
the farm.


Chapter 7

Now her cunt was smoldering again. Nothing would make the girl's pussy hotter than
sucking cock and drinking cum, and now that her mouth had been satisfied, her crotch
was burning for another climax.
Boris stood over her, his cock still in her mouth but angled down now as it began to
shrink and soften. Philippa nursed on his shrinking prickmeat until, retracting, it
slipped from her lips. She tilted her head back and let the last of his jism run down her
throat. The dog walked away, his prick drooping and his balls empty.
Philippa sat up, drew her knees up and parted her sleek thighs, making her pussy
available. Her groin was soaking again.
"Here, Boris... it's your turn to give some head," she said happily and expectantly, not
realizing that a dog might lose interest, once his lust had been spent. A man might have
enjoyed eating her pussy whether his prick was stiff or not, but the dog lacked the
psychological part of sex. Boris ignored the girl.
He wandered over to the door.
"Boris! Lap my cunt!" she demanded.
The dog whined and scratched at the door.
"Why, you selfish hound!" she cried, frustrated and furious, as she realized that she was
not going to get her cunt lapped again... not, at least, by Boris, at the moment.
She held her cuntlips open with her fingers, trying to get the dog interested, but to no
avail.
"Damn you!" she gasped. "Just wait and see if I give you another blowjob!" She would
make Boris suffer, she decided. And there would be no need to suffer, herself, since
King and Lucky were both available to her. The other two doggies could feed her all the
hot cock and cum she needed. The hell with Boris!
She got up and moved to the door, throwing it open. Boris darted out and ran down
the stairs, his cock swinging under him. Philippa frowned and started to close the door.
Then she saw that Lucky was standing at the foot of the steps, looking up. Boris
brushed past the other dog. Lucky stepped aside, but continued to gaze up the stairs.
Philippa smiled, realizing that the other dog, the one who had not had his cock milked
today, must have gotten the smell of her smoldering cunt and come to investigate. If
Boris wasn't interested now, Lucky was, and that suited Philippa to a tee.
She smiled and patted her thigh, making a clucking sound. Lucky glanced at Boris, who
was scampering across the yard, interested in the way that the other dog's cock was
hanging down, spent, and the way it smelled of cum and saliva.
"Come up here, Lucky," she coaxed.
Lucky was slightly larger than Boris and his coat was shaggier. She hoped his cock was
bigger, too. The dog was well named, she thought. He was gonna get lucky today.
He looked doubtful, never having been up those stairs before. He cocked his head to
one side. Philippa parted her thighs and the dog sniffed and began to wriggle around.
He came up the steps, squirming, his cock already starting to push out under him. He
hesitated at the top step, then moved past the girl into the room, looking around the
way Boris had. The dogs were all accustomed to getting their cocks sucked in the
farmhouse but, being dumb animals, took a little time to get used to the idea that a
different woman might be available in a different place.
Philippa closed the door and turned to the dog. His cock looked lovely and she was
looking forward to sucking him off, but her cunt was hotter than her mouth at the
moment and she had learned her lesson from Boris. She knew that she should get her
pussy lapped first, in case Lucky, too, lost interest after he had gotten his rocks off.
She started to sit down on the floor, in the same position she had used when Boris
lapped her cunt. But then the hot-crotched teenager figured that a little variety might be
welcome. Turning, she got down on all fours.
It seemed rather appropriate and ironic that she should let the dog tongue her while she
was kneeling doggy fashion, amusing her as well as exciting her.
She glanced back over her shoulders, wriggling her ass about and swaying so that her
tits dangled, bouncing. The girl was in a position exceedingly familiar to Lucky and he
moved toward her, his head thrust out and his prick growing bigger. He circled the girl
warily, as if she were one of the sheep that he had to keep in a cluster on the hillside.
Then he moved behind her again. Her cunt was pulsing and hot, and aromatic cream
poured out. He gave a little yelp.
"C'mon, Lucky," she whispered. "Hot cunt, boy."
He moved in and ran his wet tongue up the back of her thigh, then began lapping at
her curved ass. His tongue ran up the crack between her asscheeks and over her
asshole, which the dog found almost as delicious as her pussy. His slobber ran down
into her crotch as he lapped and licked at her firm assmounds.
Philippa was enjoying having her ass licked, but the girl was more hot to have that hot
tongue playing on her cunt. She lowered her head to the floor and hiked her ass up
higher, so that her cunt was level with Lucky's head and shoulders. Lucky let his tongue
slurp up her steaming pussyslit with a long, fluid stroke. Then he began to tongue her
with quick, rippling slurps.
Philippa wriggled her ass and humped her haunches, looking back past the edge of one
dangling tit. Lucky's tongue was as talented as Boris' – a natural ability, she figured,
not knowing that these dogs had tongued other cunts before hers.
The dog's tongue slapped up her crotch, rippling between the parted lips of her cunt,
starting at her hairy pussy mound and running up to the crack of her ass. Her pussy
tingled and throbbed under the steady caress of that long, wet slurper. Cunt juice
gushed out and the sheepdog lapped it up like cream from a bowl. Shaking and
trembling, the horny girl wagged her ass about, humping and grinding. More cunt juice
poured out of her fuck hole and flooded her cunt. The dog slurped the delicious stuff
up eagerly and avidly.
Lucky was getting awfully excited as he lapped Philippa's succulent cunt. The dog loved
to lick women's cunts, not as an end in itself, but as a sort of doggy foreplay. Philippa
intended to jack Lucky off after she had creamed, but Lucky knew nothing of the girl's
intentions... nor was he interested in a mere handjob. Having a mistress like Claire,
Lucky was used to better things. And the horny dog had not failed to notice the
position that Philippa was in.
His long moist tongue rippled up her pussyslit and probed up inside her steaming
fuckhole, steadily and fluidly. He dropped his head, pausing for a moment, panting.
The girl heaved her ass about, urging him to carry on licking and he began slapping his
tongue into her pussy again. It glided through a pool of pussyjuice like some flexible
red reptile in a swamp.
"Ohhhh... ahhh... oh!" she gasped and moaned, as her cunt got hotter and wetter with
every stroke.
Lucky timed it just right, perhaps sensing when the girl was as hot as she could get,
without creaming, and therefore unable to resist his advances.
His tongue slid up her cunt, slowly, like a great pliable spoon stirring her hairy bowl,
churning her fuck cream. The girl cried out and began to tremble violently, hovering
just below the crest. One more tongue-stroke and she was going to cream.
Then Lucky mounted her. He hopped up, wrapping his forelegs around her hips,
clinging to her haunches. His hindlegs braced on the floor and his loins tucked in,
pushing his huge, hairy cock out into the girl's flooded cuntslit.
The head of his prick was fiery red, aching and pounding. Cum dripped from his
cocktip. His hairy fuck rod pulsed and vibrated. Clinging to her ass, the dog waited,
knowing from experience that it was easier to get into a woman if she used her hand to
guide and position his prick before he started to hump.
Philippa was startled when she felt the brute mount her in a fucking position. Although
she had gladly sucked the other dog off and wanted to drink Lucky's cum, too, it had
not dawned on her that she might get fucked by one of the brutes. She shook her ass,
trying to dislodge him, but Lucky clung to her haunches resolutely. He gave a little
growl of impatience.
It felt nice to have the powerful animal mounted on her in a fucking fashion and the
horny girl stopped trying to shake him off, enjoying the situation, feeling the dog throb
with pent-up lust. Lucky gave a thrust of his loins and the head of his thick cock
bumped against the back of her thigh and slid on up to her ass. He humped again, not
finding her cunt, bumping and sliding on her ass. His weeping prickknob left a slimy
trail over her upthrust asscheeks.
Philippa gasped as she felt the dog's prick driving at her thighs and ass, slathering her
with jism. What would it feel like to have that cock pounding up her cherry cunt? Oh,
God, she thought, it would feel just wonderful! She hesitated. Did she really want to
lose her virginity to a dog? What the fuck was virginity, anyhow? Had she already lost
it on her dildo, maybe? Or if not, was a dog like a dildo? Did a girl remain cherry until
a man, a human male, stuffed his prick up her cunt and filled her pussy with cum? She
didn't know and she was too worked up to try to reason it out. But she did know that
she was yearning for a cuntful of dog cock! She had already had a mouthful and loved
it, and now her pussy was begging to be filled. She trembled and sobbed... and made up
her mind!
"Fuck my cunt, Lucky," she rasped.
The dog yelped and humped, again missing the mark, his cockhead running up the
crack of her arched ass. She moaned with frustration. Now that she had decided to get
dog-fucked, she was eager to get on with it. As he kept missing, she thought that maybe
it wasn't possible, that a dog and a girl could not fit together for some reason. Then it
occurred to her that she should help.
She reached back between her parted thighs and took the sheepdog's hairy cock in her
hand. Guiding his stiff prick into position, she inserted his cockhead into her cuntslit.
She moved it up and down a few times, stirring his hot red cock meat up her creamy
crack and rubbing his prick tip against her throbbing fuck button.
Lucky whined and whimpered as he felt his throbbing cockhead sliding into her
cuntslit. He braced, ready to start humping as soon as the girl released him.
Her hand slid down his fuck rod and onto his balls.
"Put it up my cunt," she moaned in a frenzy of lust as she felt the dog's cockhead at the
entrance to her pussy and knew that soon it would be up her. She would soon know
the joy of being stuffed to the brim with hot prick for the first time, a real prick, unlike
a dildo, one that could squirt jism into her cunt.
"Fuck me, Lucky!"
Lucky slid his cock into her slowly, going in inch by inch up her virgin cunthole. His
cockhead felt like a ball of molten iron sliding up her fuckhole on the end of a heated,
hairy crowbar. She pushed back to meet him, wanting all of his cock up her cunt. Her
pussy was like a vacuum, longing to be filled, and the sheepdog was slowly filling that
void with cock meat.
"Oh!" she wailed, thinking he was all the way in. Then she groped and felt up from his
balls and found that only half of his long, thick cock was in her. She wailed with
pleasure. Christ, it feels wonderful, she thought, sobbing with the joy of it, and there's
still another half to come!
Corkscrewing his ass, Lucky fed his prickmeat into her steaming, creamy pussy,
grinding it up through her cuntwalls. She felt his huge cockhead going deeper and
deeper.
Shit! The fucking thing is gonna come out my mouth! she thought, half believing it.
It'll fucking choke me, it'll clog my throat from up my cunt!
She felt like a pig on a spit, skewered on his long prick and slowly roasting from the
heat of it. His cock was so hot that it was like an immersion heater, boiling her juices
inside her.
The dog shoved the last inch up her.
"Unghh!" she grunted, as she felt the head of his prick bottom out in the depths of her
cunt.
Then she sighed as the sensation struck her. Lucky clung to her ass, not fucking yet,
waiting while her cherry pussy adjusted to fit snugly around its first-ever load of cock
meat. The horny teenager thrilled to the feeling of having her cunt full of dog prick,
and the dog savored the pleasure of having every inch of his hairy prick imbedded in
hot pussy flesh.
She felt around in her crotch to make sure that he had every single inch buried. He did.
His balls were jammed tight to her crotch and, with her fingers, she could feel the
coupling, feel where her cuntlips were spread out over the very root of his hairy prick,
plastered to his belly like a suction cup.
She wriggled her ass, not sliding up and down on his fuckstick yet, but twisting her
cunt around on the whole thing. Her cunt muscles started to work. They were well
tuned and had often practiced on her dildo, and they welcomed a load of true prick,
molding the soft, padded walls of her fuckhole to the contours of the dog's cock,
clinging tightly to every precious inch of his massive fuckrod and sucking on his naked
prickknob as if she had a mouth inside her belly.
Cunt juice flowed, lubricating her fuckhole, an oily film between her soft pussyhole and
his hairy cock. A trickle ran out onto his balls. The dog whined, his big head bobbing
up and down, panting and slobbering over her ass.
She felt him stiffen and his forepaws pulled powerfully on her hipbones and she knew
that he was about to start fucking her.
"Yes! Oh, yes!" she cried.
Lucky started to draw out. Her cunt was clutching him so tightly that, for a moment,
his prick would not move, it was stuck fast, gripped in a velvet vise and glued there by
cunt juice. Her pussy loved being stuffed brimful of cock so much that it was reluctant
to relax, to be emptied even for amoment. But she knew that they could stay there,
linked to the roots all day, and the girl was longing to get fucked and filled with cum.
She willed her pussy to release his cock. The dog slowly withdrew until only his
cockhead remained stuck up her hot cunt. Then the dog began to fuck the girl eagerly.


Chapter 8

Lucky slid his prick up Philippa's cunt to the hilt, paused, then pulled back out. He fed
it to her slowly and steadily, not fucking with the furious animal tempo natural to a
dog, but doing it the way that Claire had taught him... to begin with. His animal nature
would take over soon enough and then the fur would fly.
His cock went in, hissing up her slippery fuckhole. Philippa pushed her cunt back to
meet his thrusts and, as he withdrew, twisted her hips around so that her pussy wound
over his prickmeat.
"Oh!" she cried as his cockhead surged all the way up her fuckhole. And as it pulled
back out, she purred, "Ummmmmm."
On all fours, she looked back between her dangling tits and watched the dog's hairy
ballsac swing in and out, slapping against her crotch as he buried his boner.
A dog was fucking her! A dog's cock was fucking in and out of her virgin cunt! The
knowledge of her depravity thrilled her almost as much as the wonderful sensation. I
suck dogs' pricks! she told herself. I swallow dog cum! I fuck dogs! Oh, I'm so
naughty... and it's so fucking good!
She climaxed the first time while Lucky was still slow-fucking her, her cunt melting
around his sliding prick like a wax candle around a stiff wick. She gasped and sobbed as
her cunt juice poured out and the waves of bliss shot through her belly and crotch.
Lucky ground his prickmeat up into her, and her cunt creamed as his hairy prick filled
it to the womb, then creamed again as he slowly pulled back out until only his
cockhead was in her.
His cock came out matted with cunt juice, and streamers of the creamy stuff ran down
the insides of her thighs. Reaching back with one hand, she pulled at her clit, adding a
new dimension to the sensation, bringing another spasm to her climax.
Her orgasm peaked and ebbed... and left her, to her delight, just as hot and horny as if
she hadn't come at all. She hoped that Lucky would not shoot his load too soon, that
the dog would fuck her for hours, because she knew that she was going to cream time
and again as his wonderful dog prick shot her cunt.
No sooner had her orgasm passed than she began to rise toward another carnal crest.
Lucky fucked on, his tail sweeping around like a rudder steering his cock up her
channel and his hindlegs scrambled on the floor as his powerful haunches drove his
prickmeat in.
His forelegs pulled her ass back onto his cock as his hindquarters stuffed it up her.
Philippa moved in counterpoint, pushing her cunt back to meet him, humping in
rhythm with the dog. His thick prick shaft filled her, pumping cunt juice out in
foaming rivers. He was pouring the prick to her harder and faster now, pounding
furiously away on her ass and up her cunt.
Philippa began to crawl across the floor, moving one knee ahead a few inches, then the
other, dragging the dog with her. He fed her strokes from each side, long rippling
underslung strokes, thrusts that angled down from above, wedging his prickmeat up
her fuckhole at different angles. His belly was jammed against her ass, his balls slapped
into her pussyslit, his shaggy body vibrated against her smooth flesh. They were molded
together into one being, united by lust.
I could not stop fucking this dog now even if Claire walked in, she thought. Shit! I
couldn't stop fucking him if my mother walked in! I don't want to ever stop fucking the
son of a bitch!
She slammed her ass back, stuffing her pussy, gorging her cunt on his hairy dog prick.
How could she ever bear to have an empty cunt again, now that she knew what it felt
like to have a cuntfull of prick? The horny girl thought that she might have to stick her
dildo up her pussy and leave it there, day and night... except when she found herself a
nice doggy cock to replace it!
And she knew that, in the future, there would be plenty of doggy pricks up her cunt
and in her mouth. She was going to suck and fuck every dog she could from now on.
She didn't know when a man would fuck her, nor if it would feel as good, but it
couldn't feel any better!
"Fuck!" she wailed. "Fuck my cunt, Lucky! Fill my cunt with your big doggy cock!"
Lucky whined and drove in hard, his spine twisting into an S shape as his loins tucked
in and his cock filled her. His prick was wedging up her pussy like a crowbar lifting a
smooth boulder, tilting her ass up as he stabbed in. Her head went up and down at the
other end, her face bobbing down to the floor, then rising up, radiant with joy,
contorted by passion.
"Sweet fucking shit!" she wailed. She creamed again, coming so fast and hard that she
didn't realize that she was coming until the spasms ripped through her and her cunt
juice flooded out. "Coming... creaming... fucking..." She was babbling, dizzy, her head
spinning around as if her mind were being churned by her swirling cunt.
She had crawled over to the bed now. She clung to the edge of the mattress with both
hands and rested her chin on the bed, driving her ass and crotch back furiously as she
worked off her climax. She sobbed and slowed down for a moment, then began to
hump as frantically as before, building up to a new crest.
Lucky began fucking her like a dog now, abandoning the slow, steady routine that
Claire had taught him to whip his cock meat up her foaming pussy with frenzied fury.
He fucked her vigorously and energetically, his haunches blurring as they drove in and
pulled out. Her cunt sucked on his prick, dragging as it withdrew, rippling as it
plunged in. Her cunt muscles tightened in sequence, the smooth bands gripping him
from root to knob, as if she were jacking him off inside her pussy. The dog was going
wild with the joy of it, yelping and howling and barking as his cock was massaged by
her pussy.
His cockhead was oozing jism, sticky slime that mingled with her cunt juice. She could
feel his hot cum inside her pussy, and she gasped, then wailed, wanting more.
"I want cum!" she cried. "Oh, shit! Shoot it up my cunt, Lucky, squirt it in me! Fill my
cunt full of hot, thick dog cum!" Coming herself was not enough. Philippa was burning
with the desire to feel the dog pour his jism up her cunt.
That idea interested Lucky, as well. The horny doggy was going crazy with the
desperate need to empty his cock and balls up her hot, sucking pussy. He was fucking
into her cunt as fast and as hard as he could now, plunging in with gusto. His cock
hissed up her cunt like a white-hot bar of steel dipped into a tub. Cunt juice sprayed
out, soaking his belly and balls, running down her legs, splashing up onto her churning
ass.
Philippa bucked and jerked, spiked on his prick, fucking like an animal, herself, as a
new thrill built up. But this time she tried to hold back, to wait until the sheepdog was
spurting his sweet jism into her before she creamed. She wanted to come with the dog,
to know the double joy of coming and of being squirted full of cum.
His prick whipped in, tilting her ass up. He dragged her back, yelping, plowing up her
cunt. His balls whacked into her crotch, so bloated now that they made a dull thud as
they slapped against her foaming pussy.
She felt his cock spread out, expanding, filling her cunt and stretching it wide. She
knew that the dog was just about to blow his load and she wailed with joy.
"Come! Shoot! Blow it up me!" she cried.
Lucky howled like a demented wolf. His cock slammed in, jarring her, shaking her
bones. It slammed in again, dynamic, thunderous. He howled again, throwing his head
back as if to howl at the moon. His prickmeat rippled up her cunt, pulled back from
her sucking fuckhole, then fucked into her again.
Philippa felt the first spasm of another coming. She fought against it, trying to hold
back, but she couldn't. Her cunt began to spark and cream. She cried, "Come!"
And Lucky came, his balls exploding and a deluge of steaming jism pouring up the
girl's cunt. She felt the cum splash into her womb, and she wailed with ecstasy. Her
cunt creamed, pussyjuice gushing out to mingle with dog cum. Lucky fucked in,
spurting, shooting, hosing her cunt with his cockjuice. His prick was shooting so hard
that the frenzied beast was slammed back by the recoil. He clung to her hips
desperately, bracing his own haunches, then driving in again, and filling her cunt with
another slimy load.
He shot as much cum up her cunt as Boris had shot into her mouth... maybe even
more. He filled her so full that his jism was pouring out in a cascade, great foaming
sheets of cum and cunt juice flooding down her crotch. The floor was soaked. Her
knees slid around on the slippery surface as she fucked back and forth.
Then he slowed. Panting, he poured his last drops into her and slumped, mounted on
her ass, panting.
Philippa continued to move, fucking herself on his motionless prick, working off her
climax to the end. Then she stopped moving, too, panting as much as the dog.
His prick still felt huge up her cunt.
Philippa had a terrible thought. She knew that dogs often got stuck together after
they'd fucked. What if Lucky was stuck fast up her cunt?
"Oh, shit, what if he can't pull his prick out of me? What if we have to stay locked
together until Claire comes up and throws a bucket of cold water over us?" she
muttered.
It was an awful idea... and yet it felt so good to have a cuntfull of dog cock, even now
that they were motionless, that the girl was in no hurry to see if they were stuck.
After a few minutes, Lucky gave a tentative backwards jerk. Philippa's pussy clutched
his cock tightly, sucking and dragging on his prickmeat, clinging to his still-bloated
knob.
The dog jerked back again, and this time her cunt relaxed, letting him draw out. He
plucked his prick out of her the same way that he had put it into her, inch by inch. His
soaking cockshaft drew out, dripping with cum and cunt juice. Her cuntlips collared his
prick just behind the knob, reluctant to be vacated.
He jerked again and his cockhead popped out of her cunt like a cork from a bottle.
Foaming cream gushed out. Lucky hopped down from her ass and stood, still panting,
his head down.
Philippa was glad that they had not been stuck together, but she was sorry that the
fucking was over. She turned onto her side, smiling. Lucky's cock was starting to sink
down now, but the fat wedge of his cockhead was still pushed out from its hairy sheath.
Philippa took his softening cock in her hand and lifted it. She bent down and slurped
his cockhead into her mouth, sucking lovingly on it.
His cockhead was slathered with cum and cunt juice, and the horny girl sucked the
juices from his prickmeat and let it run over her tongue, then greedily swallowed it
down.
God, cum is delicious, she thought.
Cunt juice is, too! She frowned, then smiled. She could well understand why certain
girls – lesbians – liked to suck cunts. If pussyjuice was so delicious secondhand, just
imagine how it would taste if she drank it right out of a creaming cunt!
Of course, Philippa never expected to suck a cunt. It was only an idle thought. But
then, she had never expected to fuck a dog, either... and she didn't know about Claire's
inclinations.


Chapter 9

Claire was wondering how long she should wait before she made an advance toward
Philippa. She was eager to do so, but she didn't want to rush things so fast that the
innocent young teenager might get scared off. Claire felt sure that Philippa was a horny
nymph who could be seduced, but she supposed that the seduction would take a little
time and that she might have to be subtle, to gradually work around to the subject
rather than to be bold in her approach.
Now she was trying to decide what to do at the moment, whether to summon one of
the other dogs or to settle for a handjob. King had been sent out, his cock and balls
emptied and the results of that drainage pleasantly warm in Claire's belly, the lingering
flavor still on her tongue. She licked her lips. Did she like sucking some more doggy
cock, or did she feel more like pussy now?
Claire walked over to the window and she looked out to see if any of the sheepdogs
were close at hand.
Then she blinked, frowning for a second... and smiled delightedly. Lucky was staggering
away from the stairs that led up to Philippa's quarters above the garage. His cock was
hanging down, the knob dripping. Claire knew, from long experience, just what a dog's
cock looked like right after it had been milked... and she knew for a certainty that her
new hired hand had been at work.
This was welcome news indeed! The girl had obviously gotten very excited while she
watched Claire jack King's prickmeat and had done some doggy jerking of her own.
Jerking... or maybe even more! And if Philippa was as horny a girl as all that, Claire felt
sure that she would not be turned down.
With renewed confidence, she left the farmhouse and crossed the yard to the garage.
Philippa was stretched out on the bed, naked, smiling contentedly as she remembered
the naughty things she had just done, blowing Boris and getting fucked by Lucky and
having her pussy thoroughly lapped by both of them. She had one hand cupped over
her crotch, not moving, just comfortably holding her cunt, as if she wanted to keep the
pleasure in her pussy.
The door opened and Claire stepped in.
"Oh!" Philippa cried, sitting up, ashamed to have been found naked. But Claire did not
seem surprised. And after all, they were both women, it wasn't as if a man had walked
in and found her naked.
Claire said, "Are you settled in okay?"
"Oh, sure... I'm unpacked. I was just having a little rest before I came to ask if you had
any jobs for me."
"I believe you already did a job," Claire said, smiling. She crossed the room, then sat
down at the foot of the bed.
"What... what do you mean?" asked Philippa, blushing.
"Why, I saw Lucky leave here a moment ago."
"I... I..."
"Don't be embarrassed, Philippa, jerking the dogs is part of your job and quite natural.
You mustn't feel ashamed."
Philippa managed a small smile. She was relieved. At least the woman thought that she
had only given one dog a handjob and didn't suspect that she had sucked one and
fucked the other. She decided to make the best of it.
"Well, yes," she said. "Lucky was in the yard and he had a hard-on, so I figured I had
better get right to work. I was timid and shy and kind of embarrassed, but I managed to
do it."
Claire looked amused.
"Did you enjoy it?" she asked.
Philippa blushed again, turning a pretty shade of pink. "I'm not supposed to enjoy it,
am I?" she mumbled.
"That's up to you. I might have played that part of it down when I explained about it. I
always enjoy it, myself."
"Well, sort of, I guess. It is kind of a thrill to feel a big doggy cock throbbing in my...
errr... my hand. And it's a turn-on to see the cum sput out."
"And I see you took my advice and removed your clothing so that you didn't get cum
on it," Claire remarked, her gaze running up and down over the girl's naked,
curvaceous body.
"Yes, that's why I'm undressed," Philippa agreed.
"I suppose he shot on your tits, huh?" Claire asked. Before Philippa could answer, the
woman reached out and she took one of the girl's plump titmounds in her hand,
massaging. "No, there doesn't seem to be any dog cum on you." Her hand continued to
caress, then drew up and pulled at Philippa's nipple. The girl's taut little pink tit nugget
stiffened in her fingertips.
"I... I washed it off," Philippa lied.
"What a shame! I could have licked the doggy jizz off your titties," Claire said, looking
wicked.
"You... you would have?" Philippa gasped.
"Of course. Doggy cum is delicious... and your fat tit looks very tasty, as well. Haven't
you ever had a woman suck your tits, Philippa? Does the idea shock you?"
Philippa honestly didn't know if she was shocked or not. She was surprised, certainly,
but it felt awfully good to have the woman feeling her tits.
"You know, a shepherdess and a sheepdog have certain things in common," Claire was
saying as she stroked and pulled on the girl's tits. "The dog's cocks have to be milked...
and a shepherdess needs to get milked once in a while, too." She gazed into Philippa's
eyes, judging her reactions. Philippa looked back, amazed at this conversation. "It's part
of my obligation, as your employer."
"I... I don't quite understand," Philippa murmured.
"Don't you?" Claire seemed amused. "Why, it's quite simple. The terms of your
employment, should I say? Or a benefit... worker's compensation? You have the chore
of jerking the dogs off, right? Naturally, it's gonna make you hot and horny. Therefore,
I'm obliged to take care of you, Philippa. You milk the dogs and I milk you – fair
enough?"
"But... but don't you mind?"
"Of course not. It's perfectly natural, the same as jerking the dogs off is."
"Milk me? You mean... my tits?" Philippa asked, confused, having a weird image of
kneeling down while the woman reached under her and milked her hanging tits into a
bucket.
Claire laughed, her eyes glinting. "Your tits, by all means, if you want me to. But I was
thinking more along the lines of milking your hot, juicy cunt."
"Oh!" the girl cried.
"You are hot and juicy, aren't you?"
"Y-yes."
"Then I'd better take care of you." Claire pulled at Philippa's nipple, as explosive as a
detonator. The woman was delighted at how well this situation was developing.
"You mean... finger fuck me?" Philippa whispered, thinking how nice it would be to
have this woman rub her cunt.
"Well, a handjob would do it, I suppose. But..." Claire licked her lips. "But a tongue is a
lot nicer."
Philippa stared at Claire, starting to tremble.
"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Claire cooed.
Philippa didn't trust herself to speak. She knew that her voice would break. She slowly
nodded, wide-eyed with awe, hardly able to believe it.
"Shall I tell you a secret? A naughty secret?" Claire said. "Sometimes I blow the dogs. I
suck their cocks and swallow their cum."
Philippa gasped. She wanted to tell Claire that she, too, had sucked doggy prick, but
she didn't have the nerve. She sat upright, leaning back on her hands and thrusting her
tits out. Her thighs were parted. Claire was smiling with her lips, but not with her eyes.
She moved closer and pressed her lips to Philippa's. They brushed lightly at first, then
began to grind. She pushed her tongue into the girl's mouth and Philippa sucked on it.
Suddenly Claire drew back, looking surprised.
"Philippa! You sucked Lucky's cock! Don't deny it! I can taste dog cum in your
mouth!"
Philippa was too far gone by this time to deny, anything or to worry about it. She
grinned impishly. "Naw, I didn't suck Lucky off. I sucked his cock... but that was after
he fucked my cunt!"
"Oooooh!" Claire squealed.
Philippa saw that her employer was not going to fire her for her bestiality, and she
added, "But I did suck Boris' cock... that's when I drank dog cum!"
"Christ! Both dogs! You are a horny little bitch, aren't you?" Claire said, delightedly.
"Yeah... yeah... I loved it!" Philippa panted.
"Shall I suck Boris' jism out of your cunt now?" Claire asked, her nimble tongue gliding
across her mouth.
"Ohhhh... yeah! Eat my pussy, Claire! Oh, shit! Suck the dog cum out of my fucking
cunt!"
Claire whimpered, panting like a dog. She kissed the girl on the lips again. They
entwined tongues back and forth, sharing saliva and dog jism between their mouths.
They panted into each other's mouth, lips grinding together. Then Claire slid down and
began to run her hot tongue over Philippa's plump tits, She tongued up Philippa's
cleavage and swept around her titglobes, rising to the stiff peaks. She licked at a taut tit
tip, then sucked it into her mouth. Philippa's nipple exploded in Claire's pursed lips.
The girl moaned with pleasure. Claire switched back and forth, mouthing each tit in
turn. Her hand crept up the girl's thigh and slid into her crotch.
"Ummmmm... you are hot and juicy, aren't you?" Claire murmured onto Philippa's tits.
"My mouth is watering for your sweet pussy... I'm drooling for your cunt juice..."
"Suck it!" Philippa wailed, jerking and jolting. "Don't fucking talk about it – do it!"
It was pleasant to have the woman sucking on her tits, but the horny girl was desperate
to have those sweet lips and that flashing tongue go to work on her pussy.
Claire slid down, kissing Philippa's gently rounded belly, running her tongue through
her golden pubic hair. She slid lower and licked up the smooth insides of her legs. The
heat from Philippa's cunt was causing her face to glow as she moved her head closer to
the girl's juicy pussy. Philippa fell back along the bed, raising her knees and throwing
her thighs wide open. She arched her back, hiking her ass up. Claire cupped her hands
under Philippa's taut ass, lifting her higher... raising the girl's hairy cunt from which
she was going to lap up her cream.
Claire gazed at Philippa's cunt... up her cunt, for it was gaping wide open, revealing the
darker inner flesh, streaked with frothy ribbons of cunt juice.
The cunt-hungry woman licked her lips, savoring the anticipation. Her tongue was
tingling and her mouth was watering. She had sucked a lot of cunts, but Philippa's juicy
v pussy was the tastiest looking she had ever encountered.
"Suck me!" wailed the desperate girl. "Eat my fucking cunt, Claire! Suck me off!"
Claire leaned in and flicked the tip of her tongue up Philippa's soaking fuckslot and
across her taut clit. She knew then that the girl hadn't lied. She could distinctly detect
the flavor of Boris' fuckjuice in the girl's cunt. She lapped again, her tongue stirring
deeper up inside the girl's pussy.
"Ahhhhh..." Philippa moaned.
Claire used only her tongue to begin with. Then she used her fingers to spread the girl's
cuntlips wide open and began to tongue-fuck right up inside her hot pussyhole.
Philippa wailed and whimpered as she felt Claire's hot tongue stabbing deeply inside
her pussy, deeper than the dog's tongues had gone, even though they were longer,
because Claire was a more efficient cuntlapper than any dog. And more variable, too,
since the woman could suck as well as lap.
Claire's tongue stabbed and slurped, alternating between Philippa's fuckhole and clit.
"Ummmmm," she purred as her tongue stirred and rippled in the girl's delicious hairy
cunt. She blew her hot breath up the girl's fuckhole. Philippa gasped and thrashed
wildly about, her ass churning and her hips jolting up and down like pistons. She was
panting and gurgling, sobbing and sighing, moaning and whimpering.
"Suck... suck... suck!" she gasped.
Her thighs closed around Claire's head, as if trapping her in her crotch, but no trap was
needed to hold Claire there, for the cunt-hungry woman was enchanted by the girl's
pussy. She slid one finger up Philippa's asshole, wriggling it about, adding a new
sensation. Her tongue slapped and slurped at Philippa's cunt and clit. "God, your pussy
is delicious," she whispered, speaking right up the girl's steaming cauldron of a cunt.
Her tongue gathered up pussyjuice. It ran over her tastebuds, making her hungrier than
ever.
Claire began to use her whole mouth now, clamping her lips over the girl's cunt like a
suction cup over a drain. She sucked steadily, her tongue still stabbing up Philippa's hot
pussy.
"Yeah, yeah... suck my cunt!" Philippa cried out, thrilled by this brand-new sensation.
"Ummmm... ummm... ummmm," Claire purred as she sucked and her mouth filled up
with cunt juice.
Philippa's legs opened and closed and her ass jolted up and down. She ground her
creamy cunt into Claire's adoring face, soaking the woman from brow to chin with
pussy nectar. Having her cunt sucked by a woman was wonderful, better than the
recently innocent girl had ever imagined. She squirmed and writhed and humped.
"Come," Claire urged, the word muffled on Philippa's cunt. "Come... come... come!
Shit! Cream for me, baby, melt in my mouth!"
Claire began finger fucking Philippa as she sucked her, sliding three fingers in and out
of her cunthole while her lips pulled at the hairy lips and her other hand fingered her
asshole.
Philippa wailed, "Suck!"
Claire whimpered, "Come!"
They were of a like mind, these girls.
Claire's mouth was wide open, clamped over Philippa's whole crotch, sucking the cunt
juice out with joy. Her tongue slid up the girl's fuckhole along with her fingers.
Philippa's cunt – maybe cherry, maybe not, depending on if dog cocks counted in
deflowering a girl – was flooding, the foaming juice pouring into Claire's mouth. Her
lips made sucking sounds and her fingers squished up the girl's soaking fuckhole. She
seemed to be trying to bury her whole head up Philippa's fuckhole, and Philippa's cunt
was sucking, too, as if trying to drag Claire's head up into itself. Her cunt muscles
rippled, pulling and dragging on Claire's tongue and fingers, and her cuntlips were
sucking like a mouth, as that mouth sucked them. Philippa's whole body was jerking
and vibrating, the long spiral of her climax starting to spin through her loins.
"Shit! Fucking hell! I'm creaming!" Philippa wailed.
"Yeah... yeah... yeah!" moaned Claire, wanting that cream. Philippa's cunt began to
melt and overflow, and Claire gobbled and gulped joyfully. She sucked and swallowed,
swallowed and sucked. Cunt juice poured over her tongue and down her throat in a
creamy deluge. It was nectar and heaven to cunt-hungry Claire. The woman was in
seventh heaven as she sucked out the girl's coming.
"Drink it, Claire... drink my cum!" Philippa cried, as a spasm rocked her and a creamy
load poured into Claire's mouth.
"Feed it to me, honey!" Claire wailed... and got another flood of cunt juice bubbling
past her lips. Her mouth was full of the delicious stuff. She gulped it down hungrily,
but as fast as she could swallow, Philippa filled her mouth up again. Claire's tongue was
floating like a pink raft in a swamp.
Philippa howled like a dog as the peak of her lust approached. She clung to it,
shuddering... then collapsed, her orgasm ended in a last great jolt of joy.
Claire spread Philippa's cunt open and sucked every drop of fuckjuice out of her
pussyhole. Then she used her tongue to lazily lap at the girl's cunt and clit, making sure
the girl was finished; She raised her head, her lips soaked, ribbons of cunt juice running
down from both sides of her mouth.
"Nice?" she asked.
"Nice? It was fucking wonderful!" Philippa said.
Claire smiled happily at the compliment.
Grinning, Philippa said, "Shit, Claire, you lap pussy even better than the fucking dogs."
"I probably enjoy it more, too," Claire said. "I want to suck you off every day, Philippa.
At least one a day. Okay?"
"You can suck me off all day, if you want!"
"Ummmm, what a nice idea. Maybe I'll do it again, in a few minutes. But I gotta take
care of my own cunt now," Claire said. She shifted onto her side and parted her legs.
She began to rub her cunt with both hands, one on her clit and one on her cuntlips.
She smiled at Philippa as she frigged herself, loving to have the girl watch her do it, to
feel her eyes burn in like laser beams.
Philippa raised her eyebrows in amazement.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" she asked.
"I'm finger fucking myself," Claire said, surprised by the question.
"Don't be so fucking silly!" Philippa said. It was not the way a girl should talk to her
boss, but under the circumstances it seemed appropriate. She smiled impishly at Claire.
Claire's hands faltered, then stopped frigging.
"I've gotta cream," Claire said. "I'm so fucking hot-"
"Sure you gotta cream, for crissake!" Philippa agreed. "But do you think you're the only
girl that gets hungry? Shit, Claire – I can suck a cunt, too! And I'm fucking well
gonna!"


Chapter 10

Claire gasped. This was more than she had hoped for. The cunt-hungry woman had not
expected to have the pleasure returned. Philippa was gazing hungrily at Claire's bushy,
creamy cunt.
"I... I didn't know you'd want to," Claire said.
"I've never sucked a cunt before... but you enjoyed sucking me so much that I know it
must be great. Shit, I'm drooling for your pussy. Oh, fuck! I was an innocent virgin this
morning. Now I'm a dog fucker and a dog sucker, and I want to be a cuntsucker, too."
Philippa licked her lips, her face twisted by dark passions. Claire looked at those sweet
lips and that pink tongue and shuddered with the joy of expectation.
"Sit on my fucking face!" the girl wailed, arching and tilting her face back, her tongue
stabbing out eagerly.
"Feed me some pussy, Claire... I'm fucking starving!"
Claire rose onto her knees and threw one leg across, mounting the girl. She dipped
down, brushing her cunt against Philippa's trusting tits. Her clit rubbed against a stiff
nipple and both women moaned at the electric contact.
Claire moved up higher, kneeling over Philippa's radiant face. Philippa looked up at the
juicy, bushy feast that was hovering only inches above her mouth. She pushed her
tongue out as far as it would go, fluttering it.
"Eat my cunt!" Claire moaned.
"Feed the fucker to me!"'Philippa cried, urgently.
Claire lowered her soaking pussy onto Philippa's face. Philippa tongued her cunt as it
came down, then slapped her lips over the woman's whole fuckslit like a limpet to a
mossy rock. She began to tongue and suck with joy as Claire writhed on her face.
Philippa had never sucked a cunt and had only thought about it a few times, more out
of curiosity than desire, never expecting to ever really do it. Now she discovered that
eating a cunt was even better than she had imagined, tastier and more thrilling, and
that it was the same as blowing the dog, the sort of thing that the girl did instinctively.
Her mouth seemed to have been designed to suck cunts. It felt like a cunt itself.
Claire rode her face and Philippa stabbed her tongue up the woman's flooded fuckhole
and sucked on her cuntlips and clit. Pussyjuice poured over her tongue and bubbled
past her parted lips, every bit as delicious as dog cum. Sucking her first cunt, Philippa
knew that it would not be her last, that she was going to eat out all the pussy she could
from now on, the same way that she was going to suck and fuck with dogs at every
given chance.
She cupped Claire's swaying ass in her hands, holding the woman's loins as though her
hairy cunt was a goblet from which Philippa was draining the last drops. From the lips
of that goblet, hot, thick juices flowed steadily. Philippa purred like a cat lapping up a
bowl of cream. Little darts of pleasure shot through her tongue, just as if it were a clit,
and her lips trembled as they sucked. Claire rocked from side to side, taking her weight
on one knee, then the other, rolling her cunt across Philippa's mouth.
"Ummm... yummy," Philippa moaned.
"Eat it, honey," Claire rasped, her voice husky with passion. "Eat my cunt up!"
Claire was very pleased that Philippa was enjoying her snack and that it was obvious
the two of them would be eating each other out with great regularity from now on. The
woman humped into the girl's face, hips and ass churning. Her ass brushed over
Philippa's upthrust stiff-tipped tits. Claire was playing with her own tits, massaging her
titmounds and plucking at her nipples, cupping them together and lifting the heavy
globes as she lowered her face and sucked on her nipples. She reached behind her with
one hand then and began to finger fuck Philippa as she swayed over the girl's face.
Philippa's pussy pulled and sucked on Claire's probing fingers. Claire fed three stiff
fingers up the girl's fuckhole and rubbed her thumb on her clit.
Philippa's pussy felt so good that Claire was getting hungry again, even before she got
her own rocks off.
"Shit! Gotta eat some more pussy," the woman moaned. "I'm drooling for some more
of your cunt. I'm gonna turn around!"
Philippa whimpered. She was more interested in sucking Claire's cunt than in having
her own cunt sucked again, but she certainly wasn't going to protest.
Claire began to reverse herself, turning around without taking her pussy off of
Philippa's face. She threw her thigh around and her hips twisted as she changed
directions. Her busy, soaking cunt revolved on the girl's mouth. Then the woman was
facing the other way and she dropped down into the position of inverted oral fucking,
burying her hungry mouth between Philippa's thighs and starting to munch merrily
away on the girl's tasty pussy.
Philippa squealed with delight, still steadily sucking on Claire's cunt. Sixty-nining was
lovely, she thought, as she gave and got pleasure at both ends. Her mouth and her cunt
were being satisfied at the same time and the girl was loving it. She didn't know which
end felt better. Hot cunt juice washed over her tongue and lips, thrilling her, and her
own cream gushed out into the suction cup of Claire's cunt-hungry mouth in a heavy
flow.
Claire's ass bobbed up and down. Philippa's head lifted with the motion so that her lips
remained plastered on the woman's cunt. Claire wallowed around in Philippa's pussy
like a porpoise in a pool, lapping and sucking joyfully.
They were holding each other by the hips, belly to tit, heads buried and mouths
working hungrily. They rolled from side to side and heaved up and down. Then they
rolled all the way over and Philippa took a turn on top. They were both panting and
whimpering as the thrill built up in both clit and tongue. It seemed as if there was only
the one thrill and that it was running through both girls in an alternating current,
passing from the plug of a tongue to the socket of a cunt at both ends. Muffled sounds
of joy came from Philippa as she ground her face around in Claire's cunt-hole. Claire
echoed those sounds. Spasms shook both women.
"Let's cream together!" Philippa wailed.
"Yeah... yeah... cream with me, honey. Shit, I'm waiting for you... tell me when you're
coming!"
Philippa writhed, wracked by lust. Claire's talented tongue slithered up her fuckhole
and bathed her clit. Philippa was concentrating on sucking Claire's cunt and had been
neglecting her own. Now she let the thrill rip through her.
"Coming!" she gasped.
"Yeah! Cream in my fucking mouth! Ohhhh! Me, too!" Claire wailed, as her own cunt
melted.
Both girls came at the same moment. Now they were sharing cunt juice as they had
been sharing the rising thrill. Drinking the delicious nectar at one end, they spilled it
out the other, so that it seemed to be the same load of cunt juice passing through their
bodies. Philippa sucked and swallowed, in turn. What a thrill it was to have a woman's
sweet cunt creaming in her mouth! Her tongue flashed and rippled and her lips sucked
enthusiastically.
"I'm sucking you off!" she cried. "Your cunt is coming in my fucking mouth! Oh, shit!
Creaming!"
"Drink my cunt juice, baby!" Claire wailed as she swallowed Philippa's steaming fuck
juice, her tongue sweeping up the girl's cunt-slot and ladling the cream out by the
mouthful.
Gurgling and gasping, they sucked each other off. Philippa's mouth was glued to
Claire's cunt and Claire's mouth was plastered to Philippa's flooded pussy, and cunt
juice ran back and forth as they fed each other and shared the feast.
They rose to the peak together, and together crashed down and lay panting in the
ecstatic aftermath of their mutual release.
After awhile, Claire said, "Turn around, honey," and Philippa gave her drained cunt a
last loving tongue stroke before twisting around to lay in the older woman's arms. They
kissed affectionately. A little cunt juice ran back and forth between their mouths.
Philippa wondered if it was her own cunt juice or Claire's. Not that it mattered.
"Gee, I'm glad you taught me about cunt-sucking," Philippa said. "I might never have
done it, otherwise. And I'm gonna do it an awful lot from now on."
"I sure hope so," Claire purred.
"And... you don't mind if I suck the dogs off, do you? Instead of just jerking them off?"
"Hell, no. I ain't jealous of no fucking dogs."
"And fuck them, too?"
"Sure, honey. I fuck the bastards once in a while, myself. I even let them fuck my
asshole sometimes. But mostly I like to let them fuck me in the mouth."
"Oh, shit! What fun we can have together and with the doggies! I'm gonna just love
this job!" Philippa enthused.
The girl was hoping that Claire might suggest calling one of the dogs in now. She
would have liked to share a doggy prick between them, taking turns sucking on it, and
when the dog shot his wad, they could let his cum run back and forth between their
mouths.
But Claire had other ideas.
Claire adored cuntsucking for its own sake, but whenever she had been doing some
cuntsucking it always made her horny for prick – dog prick. She didn't realize that it
had had the same effect on Philippa, or she would not have been so selfish.
Claire had decided to have all three dogs at once.
Philippa was a little disappointed when Claire got up and began to get dressed. But she
didn't want to seem greedy so she tried to conceal her feelings.
"Shall I come and see you tonight?" Claire asked.
"Oh, yes. I'd like that."
"Keep your pussy nice and hot for me, Philippa, because I'm gonna be hungry again
pretty soon," the woman said. She winked and slid her tongue across her lips. Then she
went out. Philippa lay on the bed, lazily rubbing her cunt for awhile. Then she grinned.
She had decided to wait until Claire had time to get back to the house and then to go
out and see if she could find one of the dogs. She was longing for a mouthful of doggy
cum to go with all the cunt juice she had drunk, and maybe get some dog cock up her
cunt, as well.
She waited a few minutes, then got up and pulled her jeans and teeshirt on. She didn't
bother to put on any panties, hoping that she would soon be undressed again. She went
out and walked down the outside stairs to the yard. She looked around the yard, and
then gazed off at the gently rolling hills. The hills were dotted with fluffy sheep, looking
like woolly maggots.
But there was no sign of any of the dogs. The yard was empty and the sheep were
unattended. That's funny, she thought. She was disappointed. The girl was really in the
mood for some dog prick. Where can they be? she wondered, not realizing that Claire,
in a similar mood, had called all three doggies into the house. She walked out toward
the barn, looking for a dog.
That was when Philippa saw the ram.


Chapter 11

The big horned ram was a magnificent beast, proud, vain, arrogant – and as horny as
any dog had ever been. When he saw the girl walk up toward his pen, he tossed his
head and gazed at her with amber eyes. His animal instincts told the brute that whoever
this girl was, she was possessed of a hot cunt.
His prick began to grow.
"Ooooooh!" Philippa squealed when she saw the ram start to get a hard-on. She stared
at his cock and balls, fascinated. His balls were as big as melons. Just think how much
cum they would hold! His prick was fleecy and the naked knob that came pushing
slowly out from that woolly stalk was black and slippery.
Philippa quite naturally wondered if it was part of her duty to jerk off the ram, like the
dogs. The idea was thrilling. She considered going up to the farmhouse and asking
Claire if it would be all right to suck the ram's prick. But then she thought better of it.
Maybe the ram was deliberately kept horny for breeding purposes. Philippa figured that
it wouldn't do any harm to milk a load of cum out of him. Claire didn't have to know,
and, if she found out, Philippa could always claim that she had supposed it was one of
her chores.
His cock kept getting longer and thicker. Philippa would have loved to have that cock
up her hot cunt, but it looked too big. She didn't think it would fit. But she knew that
it would be lovely to take that big black cockhead in her mouth and milk the beast off.
She wondered if ram cum tasted like dog cum. A little variety would be welcome, the
horny cocksucker thought.
She looked around to make sure that no one was watching, then quickly pulled her
teeshirt off and dropped her jeans. The aroma of her naked cunt wafted over to the ram
and he snorted and pawed at the ground with one hoof. His nostrils expanded and
flared. He tossed his handsome head and his cock got even bigger.
Philippa, grinning impishly, both amused and excited by her own newly discovered
depravity, moved up to the pen. She stood with her legs apart, pressing her slim belly to
the bars.
The ram lowered his head and his long, dark tongue came out. He slurped up the girl's
groin.
"Oooooh!" she squealed. She pushed her hips out. The ram lapped at her cunt. She
took him by the horns, holding on, supporting herself on that big rack of horns and
grinding her crotch around on the animal's slurping tongue and fleecy muzzle.
Her ass corkscrewed and her hips jolted in a fucking motion. She leaned sideways to
look under the ram and saw that his prick was hard as a rock, massive and throbbing.
His tongue was working wonders on her cunt but Philippa had already had plenty of
cuntlapping from the dogs and from Claire, and now she was more interested in the
ram's cock. His massive prickmeat was exotic and bizarre and thrilling. Shit! A load of
cum out of that big fucker might blow my head off! she thought. But it was a chance
worth taking and the horny girl's mouth was watering.
She let him give her pussy a few more attentive tongue strokes, then moved away. The
ram raised his head, eyeing her curiously, quite willing to carry on slurping at her
sweet-scented cunt. Philippa giggled and climbed over the rail into the pen. The ram
stood sideways next to her, turning his head to watch as she approached. Strangely
enough, considering that the ram belonged to a woman like Claire, he had never had
sex with a human. Happy with the dogs, Claire had not thought about adding a new
species to her conquests. But cunt was cunt and the ram didn't give a shit what sort of
body the cunt was tunneled into, as long as it was hot and juicy and aromatic.
The ram didn't know about a woman's mouth yet.
Philippa, now that she was a confirmed animal sucker, didn't hesitate the way she
would have the day before. Animal cocks were far too enjoyable to worry about the
morality of it. She knelt down beside the big beast's fleecy flank and reached under
him, palm up, stroking along the underside of his huge prick.
The ram snorted and his haunches quivered. His cock felt wonderful, like a bar of iron
with a woolly sheath. She took his fuckrod in both hands, barely able to span the
thickness of it. She pushed back, dragging the fleecy skin away from his flaring prick
knob. That huge wedge of animal cock meat looked absolutely delicious, she thought,
drooling for it. She wished she had a jar of mint sauce to go with it. She would have
slathered the ram's cockhead with the sauce, then tongued it off. Well, she would be at
the farm for the summer and there would be time for such niceties. At the moment she
would settle for his unadorned cock meat... and his massive load of jism.
She settled on one knee, her head under the animal's heaving chest. His prick was so
long that it extended all the way up his stomach. Philippa gazed at his flaring cocktip
and parted pisshole, imagining how it would be when his cum began to spurt from that
crack. Then she leaned in, pushed her tongue out and began to lick his black cockhead,
slathering the glossy wedge with saliva.
"Ummmm," she sighed contentedly. Her tastebuds tingled. The ram's prick tasted
differently than the dogs, it seemed meatier, somehow, and muskier... but every bit as
succulent.
Holding his fleecy shaft drawn back with both hands, she thoroughly tongued his
cockhead, slurping all over the fat slab and pushing her tongue up inside his pisshole.
A blob of cum oozed out and ran sluggishly down his black prickmeat. His cum was as
white as his wool. It looked like a cloud drifting across a midnight sky.
Philippa deftly lapped the nugget of ram jism up with her tongue, savoring it on her
tastebuds for a moment, then letting it slide down her gullet. Like his cock meat, the
ram's cum had a distinctly different taste from the dog cock juice.
That thick glob of cum whetted the girl's appetite. She yearned for the full load from
his balls, longed to swallow all that nourishing, succulent animal jizz.
Her tongue lapped and slurped. The ram began to hump, pushing his cockhead into
her face. Her head tilted back as she kissed the tip of his cock. Her face was glowing,
radiant with lust, and the head of the ram's prick was glowing, too, the black meat
polished to a luster by her tongue. Her saliva dripped from his hot cock meat.
Shit! What a mouthful, she thought, wondering if she could get that massive knob into
her mouth and hoping so desperately. Tonguing his prickmeat was a treat, but the
horny cock lover wanted to take it into her mouth and suck it off. If a girl is gonna give
an animal a blowjob, she figured, she might as well do it right.
Kissing the tip of his cockhead, Philippa let her lips part and fed some of the huge
wedge into her mouth. She nursed on his prickhead, her lips stretching as she took
more and more. The ram trembled and stood rigid, not understanding quite what was
happening to his prick but knowing that it felt mighty good.
He snorted and tossed his big, curved horns, nostrils flaring and eyes glowing wild and
amber.
Philippa gasped and pushed her head forward, taking the beast's whole cockhead into
her mouth. His prick knob was so big that it pressed into both cheeks at once, stuffing
her face. The tip was lodged in her throat and her lips had clamped around the ledge
behind his knob.
"Umphhhfff," she gagged, then gasped. Shit, what a joy it was to have a mouthful of
cock like this one!
She tried to bob her head up and down in the classic blowjob movement, but the
animal's cock was too big for that. His white prick shaft stood out, bridging the gap
between his balls and her lips, and his cockhead filled her mouth to the brim. Unable to
slide up and down on his prick, the way she had with the dogs, Philippa saw that she
would have to content herself with sucking on the tasty mouthful while she jacked the
beast off with both hands.
Her lips pulled and her tongue glided around against the underside of his cockhead.
Then she began to tilt her head from side to side, massaging him with her mouth,
fucking her face onto his cock. She held his prick shaft in her cupped hands and began
to slowly pull up and down. As her hands dragged his fleecy prick shaft back, his
cockhead flared in her mouth, pulsing and throbbing.
"Ummmmm," she purred happily, savoring the head of his massive fuckrod, sucking
and tonguing, her cheeks pulling, too. Cum dribbled out into her mouth. The flow was
so thick and creamy that, for a moment, she thought that the brute had come and was
disappointed that there hadn't been more of the delicious stuff. But then, to her delight,
she realized that it had only been a preliminary trickle... and that there was a hell of a
lot more of the savory jizz to come.
She swallowed his jism and sucked for more, her mouth twisting, her lips unpeeling
around his black wedge of cock meat, her tongue dancing wildly against the big, veined
underside of the knob.
More jism dribbled into her greedy mouth, thrilling her by the taste and the texture...
and by the promise of what was yet to come.
She panted on his cockhead, whimpering and gasping. The ram snorted and stamped
and humped into her mouth, tilting her head back as his cock pushed back into her
throat. She would have swallowed his prick right down her gullet if she could have, but
it was too big. She mouthed his glossy black cock knob lovingly, relishing it.
Come, she thought. She would have spoken the word aloud, but her mouth was far too
full to speak. Oh, shit! Shoot in my mouth, you big fucker! I'm hungry for jism!
She swayed back and forth as the ram fed his cock into her mouth, pushing her head
and shoulders back. As he humped, she dragged back with both hands. She saw his
balls swell up like balloons. The sight made her ravenous for what his ballsac contained.
She began to jack him faster and her tongue and lips worked furiously on his
prickmeat.
The ram began to tremble and shake all through his fleecy body. His breath whistled
out. Philippa gurgled and sighed, knowing it wouldn't be long now. She loved to be
sucking on that wonderful animal cock but she was starving for his cum.
The ram bellowed and his balls blew.
Philippa gasped as she felt his cockhead expand and then his jism was hosing her
throat, hot and thick and pouring out in a huge flood, a rope of cum binding his balls
to her gullet. He whitewashed her tonsils and spurted hot jets against the roof of her
mouth. Jizz skidded over her arched tongue. She gulped the stuff down as fast as she
could, wild with the joy of it, drinking animal cum with eagerness. He kept pouring it
into her and she kept gobbling it down and sucking more from his knob. It seemed that
the dumb brute would never stop coming. Load after load foamed into her greedy
mouth. Thick ribbons overflowed her compressed lips.
Stuck fast on the end of his spurting cock, Philippa happily milked the ram dry,
swallowing his spurting load and drinking the last trickling drops of his fuckjuice.
She drew her lips from his prick knob and used her tongue to lap up the frothy white
jism from his black cockhead. Cum ran over her tongue, white on pink and her tongue
slurped on his cockhead, pink on black. She licked up every drop.
The ram's prick was emptied, but it was still hard and huge.
Philippa wasn't sure if it would fit up her cunt or not... but she was sure as shit going
to give it a try!


Chapter 12

The dogs had come running down from the hill when Claire whistled for them, all
three of them racing, each one wanting to get to the house first just in case the woman
wanted only one of them. Claire had waited by the kitchen door. The dogs arrived
together, stopping fast, tumbling over and yelping. She opened the door and waited and
all three dogs came bounding into the house. Claire went into the front room with the
excited dogs squirming and barking at her heels. They knew damn well that nice things
were going to happen to them. They were never allowed in the house, being working
dogs, unless there was work for them to do on Claire's mouth or cunt.
Claire began to undress. The dogs scrambled around the room, yelping, tongues
hanging out and cocks starting to stiffen.
Naked, the woman knelt down, then dropped onto all fours. The three dogs began to
lap her with their tongues, slurping at her ass and her cunt and her tits. She purred as
their hot, wet tongues slathered her flesh with doggy slobber.
She groped their cocks, pulling and stroking, getting all three of them big and hard. She
loved to be in the midst of a whole pack of dogs, to be surrounded by stiff doggy cocks.
She felt like a bitch in heat, except that a bitch would only take one cock at a time and
a woman was a lot more versatile than that.
King got a full erection first, probably because he had not come since Claire sucked him
off, while the other two had been serviced by Philippa in the meantime. Since Claire
had already had a mouthful of King's cum today, she decided that he should have her
cunt. Holding him by the prick, she pulled him behind her ass. He ran his tongue up
her foaming pussy and on up the crack of her ass. She squirmed, moaning softly,
feverish with anticipation. That lovely cuntsucking session with Philippa had truly
inspired the horny woman and she was really looking forward to this cluster fuck.
She jammed her ass back and King mounted her, folding his front paws around her
hipbones. His prick stabbed out frantically. Claire fitted the tip between her cuntlips
and King yelped and humped, driving his hairy cock up her fuckhole. Claire's cunt
clamped tightly over his cock meat, clutching him so firmly that the dog was unable to
hump in and out. She wanted to get the other dogs involved before the fucking started.
King clung to her ass, whimpering, his prick flaring inside her pussy.
Lucky and Boris continued to lap at her hips and tits. She stroked their cocks and
cupped their balls. Which one of them had Philippa sucked off? She tried to remember.
Boris, that was right. She had sucked Boris off and then she had fucked Lucky,
therefore it was Lucky's turn for a blowjob.
She drew Lucky up in front of her, turning him into position by his cock, as if it were a
lever. Lucky crouched down, lowering his hindquarters to the floor, whimpering. Claire
opened her mouth and slid her tongue across her lower lip. Lucky licked at her face and
mouth and tongue. His saliva soaked her. Then he leaped up, mounting her shoulders
in the same way that King was mounted on her ass. He clung to her, his cock looming
out under her chin. His fat prickknob pushed into the hollow of her throat, and a
trickle of doggy cum ran down her breastbone. Claire moaned, feeling that hot cream
run onto her. She wanted his cock and his cum in her throat, not on the outside. She
tilted her head down and flicked her tongue over his cockhead. Cum oozed out. Claire
slurped Lucky's thick cock into her mouth, collaring him behind the prick knob with
her lips. She didn't start sucking yet. She still had to get Boris' prick located.
Boris seemed to be concerned about this fact, realizing that both of her holes were
occupied. Her asshole was empty and he lapped frantically at it, knowing what a thrill
that tight shit chute could give a doggy, but he couldn't get at it with his cock, since
King was mounted firmly on her hips.
Claire took Boris' cock in her hand and pulled the knob in against her tits. The dog
hopped up, mounting her sideways across the torso. He didn't mind if he had a hole or
not because he knew what magic a human hand could work on a dog's cock.
Claire brushed his cockhead against her dangling tits and stiffened nipples, as if she
were painting her tits with a meaty brush, painting them creamy white. Boris humped
against her tits, his cock sliding under her and rubbing over both tit tips.
Then she let her cunt muscles relax slightly and her mouth began to suck and her fist
began to jack as the cluster fuck commenced in earnest. Claire was in ecstasy.
King slammed his prick into the depths of her smoldering cunt, his balls swinging in,
slapping against her crotch, his forepaws dragging her ass back to meet his thrusts.
She began to bob her head up and down on Lucky's cock, sucking and tonguing, and
Lucky braced his hindlegs on the floor and started to fuck into her mouth with gusto,
his slippery cockhead sliding right down her throat as he plowed in and his balls
slapping against her chin. Her hand pumped Boris' prick up and down from crown to
balls, holding the tip against her tits. All four of them were working in the same
rhythm, like some well-oiled machine, some perfectly designed fucking machine. Hard,
hot pistons slid into the smoking cylinder of her body like high-compression engines,
lubricated by cunt juice.
Her cunt squished juicily on King's fat fucker and she gurgled on Lucky's massive
mouthful of cockhead, sucking steadily and letting her nimble tongue dance against the
shaft and knob as it fucked in and out of her face. Boris' cockhead was so hot that it
seemed to be branding her tits as she jacked it.
"Ummmm," she purred, as Lucky's cock pulled through her compressed lips, vibrant
and humming, dragging out until only his naked cockhead remained in her mouth,
then stabbing in to the root again, as she gasped and swallowed it. His hot cockhead
slid right back into her throat and down her gullet.
King drove his prick in deeply at the other end. Claire wondered if their two swollen
cockheads might not be bumping together somewhere in the middle of her body. Their
cocks were both so long that it seemed possible. Her ass rolled from side to side and
her hips pumped in and out as her head went up and down on Lucky's cock, fucking
and sucking for all she was worth, not sure which end of her overheated body was
bringing her the most pleasure.
Her cunt was creaming and her mouth was salivating and her nipples were exploding
against Boris' cockhead. She was buffeted to and fro among the three fucking doggies,
dragged back onto King's cock, then shoved forward onto Lucky's cock, then swaying
sideways as Boris prick humped across her tits and nipples.
Shuddering, she creamed, cunt juice pouring from her, spasms shaking her violently.
But that was only the first coming. She didn't falter for a single stroke, fucking-back
onto King's pounding prick and sucking voraciously on Lucky's delicious cockhead and
frigging Boris with deft and steady strokes.
She was trying to time it just right, so that all three dogs shot their cum into her and
onto her at the same moment. The dogs didn't give a shit about such nice timing and
all three of them were selfishly pounding away as fast and as hard as they could, eager
to get their cocks and balls emptied. But since they were equally horny doggies and all
were plowing away with gusto, they were building up at the same pace, just as Claire
wanted.
Her cunt was sucking on King's prick just like a greedy mouth and her mouth was
getting fucked like a cunt. Her clit tingled and her tongue rippled and even her hand
seemed to be sparking as it slid up and down on Boris' cock.
King poured the prick to her pussy furiously and started to howl. Lucky was shoveling
his cock into her mouth frantically and Boris was humping her tits through her
skimming fist. Their cocks had started to drip. Claire could taste a trickle of cum in her
mouth and she felt a few thick rivulets run into her cunt and Boris was spreading jism
across her tits.
Then all three of them were howling, like a chorus of coyotes, their heads lifted up and
their spines twisting as they humped savagely into the woman's holes and onto her tits.
Claire wailed, knowing that she had timed it right. Her cunt began to cream again...
and all three dogs hosed her with jism! King spurted a deluge of dog cum into her cunt,
the shooting jizz hissing as it splashed into her fuckhole. Lucky was pouring a load of
succulent cum into her mouth and throat as she swallowed it down hungrily. Boris was
shooting his wad onto her tits, the milky jism slathering her with banners and ribbons,
a filigree of cum.
Her cunt juice gushed out to mingle with King's cum and her saliva poured out to
blend with Lucky's jism. Her clit was exploding and her nipples had detonated against
Boris' spurting cockhead. They fucked and sucked and frigged like the savage brutes
that they were, and the woman, lost to lust, was in the throes of animal passion, herself.
All three doggies emptied their cocks and balls and slowed, panting heavily. Claire
continued to move for a few minutes, her pussy milking itself on King's cock and her
mouth nursing as she coaxed a few last delicious drops from Lucky's sweet cock and
her hand pumping a last trickle onto her tits.
Then she slowly sank to the floor, drained. Lucky's cock slid from her mouth and
King's prick pulled out of her cunt and her hand went limp on Boris' fuckmeat.
Claire was totally satiated.
As she drifted into slumber, the dogs curled up comfortably around her, she wondered
if she was going to be horny enough to give Philippa the cuntlapping that she had
promised the girl.
But Philippa had found another amusement.


Chapter 13

The ram did not know what had happened to him. Being a dumb animal, he could not
understand how he had managed to get his cock and balls emptied so wonderfully
without having been stuck up a cunt. It was all a mystery to the mighty beast.
Philippa knew the secret, of course, and she had truly enjoyed swallowing the animal's
massive cum load, but now her cunt was smoldering and steaming with need. She
gazed at the ram's still hard cock. What a potent beast he was, what a magnificent
fucking engine! She just had to have a cuntful of his cock!
She leaned in and tongued the dark meat of his cockhead, making sure that it was as
hard as ever. Then she gracefully twisted, swinging her ass around and sitting down
under the brute. His cock loomed out over her, all fleecy white with the black head
pushing out naked. It looked like a cloud, that splendid prick, a fluffy white cloud along
his cockshaft but a thundercloud at the knob, ready to unleash a storm into her loins, a
deluge of thick, creamy rain from his thunderbolt. She would not have been surprised
to see lightning flash from his pricktip.
She moved back, bracing her shoulders against the bar of the ram's pen, knowing that
she would need a firm support to hold her steady as the brute rammed his cock into
her. She arched her back, bridging lithely, lifting her ass from the ground and raising
her crotch up level with his cockhead. She shivered with anticipation. Her knees closed
around his cockshaft just behind the knob, and her thighs pulled him forward. The ram
took a step, advancing, pushing his prick knob into her crotch. His swollen black hunk
of cock meat pressed into her cuntlips. She squirmed against it. For a terrible moment,
the girl thought that the ram's cock was too big to fit up her pussy and she began to
squirm against it, knowing that she could come even if he didn't slide it up her fuck
tunnel, just by rubbing against his pricktip.
But then her pliable pussy rippled and her cuntlips parted... and the tip of the animal's
massive cock wedged into her.
Now the ram was on more familiar ground. Her mouth had mystified him but he was
well aware of what a cunt was for. He began to push his prick into her steadily, his
mighty haunches pressing remorselessly into her aching cunt.
The bloated knob slipped in. Her cuntlips snapped shut, collaring his cock around its
woolly sheath. Philippa gasped with the joy of having his huge cockhead inside her. It
was like a lump of molten iron, stuffing her pussy, stretching the walls out. Her elastic
cunt adjusted to accommodate that great bulk.
The head of the ram's cock was the fattest part of it. Slowly sliding up her cunt, his
prickhead forged a passage for his fleecy shaft. Inch by inch, he shoved his cock into
her.
Philippa twisted her hips from side to side, helping him, winding her cunt around on
his cock like a juicy nut onto a thick bolt.
Her thighs dragged at his prick shaft, pulling him into her soaking pussy. She threw
her head back, wailing and drooling. If she had not been braced against the fence, she
would have been pushed away by his fucker, but the fence supported here and the
ram's cock inched up her cunt slowly and steadily. She looked down, half expecting to
see the outline of his massive prick standing up along her belly in a furrow. Christ!
How can it fit up my pussy? she wondered. But it was fitting, slowly and surely wedging
up into her cunt.
His balls swung against her knees. She parted her legs wider and the beast shoved the
rest of his long cock into her, burying his black knob in the depths of her pussy and
feeding his fleecy prick shaft in behind it. Her pink cuntlips were spread wide, almost
turned inside out, around the woolly white root of his cock.
They held the full penetration for a moment. The ram was savoring the thrill of having
his massive prick buried up her tight human fuckhole, and Philippa was wild with the
joy of having her cunt stuffed as full as it would ever be... as full as it could ever be,
filled to the very brim with throbbing cock.
Then the ram began to fuck her, slowly and tentatively at first, pulling his prick out as
her cuntlips dragged and her pussy sucked, then sliding it back into her fuckhole. His
cock came out with the woolly shaft matted by creamy cunt juice.
"Oh! Ohhhh!" she moaned, as her cunt-walls spread out around his surging slab of
cockhead and gripped the fleecy fuckrod.
He dragged his prickmeat back out. Pussy-juice dripped from it. His black knob came
halfway out of her fuckhole, then slithered back in, his cocktip bumping against the
bottom of her cunt. He was tilting her ass up and down on his mighty lever and she
was grinding her hips from side to side, adding torgue to the in and out friction.
Her cunt was oozing juice now and as her hot fuck tunnel lubricated itself, the ram
began to fuck faster. Philippa threw her legs up, jolted on his thrusts. She hooked her
knees over his prickrod and clung to him, suspended on his prick, her ass in the air and
her head and shoulders jammed against the crossbar of the pen.
In and out went his massive cock, faster and faster. Cunt juice poured out as his big
fucker stuffed her completely full of prickmeat and pumped the cream from the rim of
her pussy. The mighty beast was snorting and tossing his horns about, his head going
up and down as his haunches heaved in and out, as if his body were counterweighted,
as if his big rack of horns was balanced against his big rack of cock meat.
Philippa clung to his shoulders, her fists knotted in clumps of thick wool, while her
thighs clung to his sliding fuckrod, tensing and relaxing, hanging on his prick as she
fucked with him. Her pert little ass danced a wild horizontal jig and her hips jolted up
and down like pistons, and her belly humped in counterpoint to the animal's thrusts.
They ground together, both crazed with lust, the girl as much an animal as the animal
was, himself.
Her pussy began to climax.
"Ahhhh!" she wailed with the pure ecstasy of it. She felt as if her whole body was
coming, as if her guts were dissolving and running out along with her cunt juice. His
mighty strokes were rattling her bones and melting her vital organs. Cunt juice seemed
to run through her veins. She jacked her creaming cunt against him, frantic as the thrill
built toward the crest, wanting the ram to fill her pussy with his thick cum as she
melted.
The ram bellowed and his cock whipped into her, burying itself as his balls exploded.
The girl gasped as she felt the ram's jism spurt up her cunt. He shot it into her with
such force that if she had not been braced against the fence, he would have blown her
right off the end of his prick.
He hosed her with spurt after spurt of thick cum and her pussy gushed with cunt juice
each time another precious load of animal cum laced into her loins. Bellowing and
snorting and tossing his horns about, the massive brute emptied his cock and balls into
her, filling her cunt with as great a load of fuckjuice as she would ever know. Philippa
kept creaming with the ram, the waves ripping through her in a multiple orgasm,
draining her very life force.
At last the ram slowed, then stopped moving and stood still, his flanks heaving in and
out and his nostrils snorting. Philippa twisted her cunt around on his prick for a few
more moments, working off the last spasms of her coming and milking out the last
drops of her cunt juice. Then she relaxed, sliding off his cock as it had gone into her,
inch by inch. Her ass came down to the ground and the brute's soaked black cockhead
slurped from her cunt.
She kissed it affectionately, lapping up cunt juice and ram jism and polishing his knob
to a luster.
How will I ever go back to mere dogs? the girl wondered, and giggled at the thought.
She would do her chores, no doubt of that, and the dogs would get their rocks off.
But now she was going to get plenty of ram prick, too.


THE END
