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The Houseboat Chapter 2 After a few moments, Chris and Harry came into the room.
"Take her up to her room, Chris." Katherine stood up when she said that, stretching her long catlike body. Every muscle, every inch of her glowing flesh was alive.
Harry feasted his eyes on Katherine’s body and he wanted her. He had wanted her from the first moment he saw her from the kitchen door, while watching her introduce Jean into lesbian love.
Chris smiled. "I got it all on film, Harry." His long body leaned over as he scooped up the sleeping Jean into his powerful arms. "We're going to have a ball with our guest before she goes. A real ball." The lewdest expression on his face that Harry had ever seen.
Katherine still had her eye on Jean. Not paying any attention to the young husband.
Chris laughed when he looked at Harry and said, "My cock is aching already too, Harry." His one hand was strategically placed under Jean's ass, a finger in the wet oozing gash of her dripping pussy. "I can't wait. Harry. I think I will start your wife’s instructions now. Might as well and not waste any part of the week." He turned and carried her away.
Katherine plopped back down in a chair and heaved a sigh, her hand going to her pussy. She settled back, her eyes closing. The hot torrid session with Jean had worn her out.
“Why don’t you have a seat, Mr. Adams? Chris will be all afternoon giving your wife her first instructions in the bedroom on how to relax and forget her inhabitation with a stranger. That’s what you wanted isn’t it”
“Yes…Yes…That’s exactly what I want her to do. I think it would be best if I left now and leave her training to you and your husband. When her training is up next Saturday morning, I will be here to pick her up and her new guard dog. Please remember I want a video tape of all of her instruction periods this week for my library.”
“No problem. We will have her all ready for you next Saturday. Feel free to call us any time while we have her here in training too.” Katherine said in a very sultry voice, laced with sexual innuendoes.
With that, Harry quickly left the home and Katherine slowly went to sleep, dreaming of the many sexual ways she would have Jean for the next seven days.
Jean opened her eyes. She felt numb, fuzzy, still filled with the cobwebs of sleep. Drugs! She bolted up in bed. The sudden jerk practically sent her brain spinning. She moaned, half-asleep. She sat on the edge of the bed holding her head. An image of what she had done flashed vividly before her eyes like a silent ‘X” rated motion picture.
"Oh, my God!" she said to herself. Warily, she glanced around. She was in a beautiful room. She stood, and then realized for the first time that she was naked. A whimpering gasp escaped her mouth. Her eyes darted around the room for her clothes. Panic gripped her, she didn't see them! She hunted for them with no luck. She went to the door and tried the knob. It was locked from the outside. Fear twisted its grip on her heart. Her throat tightened, it was impossible to swallow. She was a prisoner!
“Jesus ... ooooh ... GOD!" She shook, every nerve in her body caught up in her fear. She spun on her bare feet, seeing another door. Relief swept over her, and she dashed over to it. Halfway there, she was stopped short by an unfamiliar sound. She froze, her feet cemented to the floor. What’s that noise? She thought.
Suddenly, there was that strange sound again. Her eyes darted around the room to the door on the other side of the. Then a loud voice flooded the area.
"Yes," Katherine’s voice said, "This is your first treat for the day, Mrs. Adams." As she spoke a large flap in the door opened and a large silver-gray head peeked in. It was a dog, his pointed muzzle sniffing the new scent of a strange woman in the room.
Jean let out a scream as the giant silver and gray Wolf and German Shepherd dog eased silently through the door and into the room, the flap in the door closed without a sound. The white long, shiny fangs glistened perilously as the dog growled softly at her. His coal-black eyes burned into Jean's shrinking nude body. She cowered, trying to back out of the room through the woodwork away from the huge animal.
"Take him away! Take him away!" Jean screamed, hysterically.
Her eyes filled with overwhelming fear and she gulped, frozen
Up against the opposite wall, her body trembling as if she were in a Hurricane. She went silent as the dog took a step toward her. Whimpering sighs of helplessness emanated from her quivering mouth as her body kept trembled uncontrollably. Her heart beat increasing each second, the rapid pounding or her heart was in her ears. She squeezed her eyes, expecting to wake up from this horrible dream. The monstrous dog was still there and moving closer. Jean's eyes flitted about desperately, seeking safety. There was none, not even a window that she could jump through. She backed away and into the edge of the bed. Her legs gave way and she fell backwards onto the bed then. She then noticed the door at the bottom of the big door where the dog had made his entrance and she slid off of the bed and moved slowly to it. The dog was watching, not making any aggressive move toward her when her hand pushed against the smaller door. It wouldn’t move. She put all of her strength against the door, but no luck. It wouldn’t move. Then she panicked.
"Sorry," Katherine's hot, sexy voice purred through the hidden speakers in the room. "It locks automatically. So, you will have to remain with King and let him show you how pleasant it is to love a dog.” A deep throaty laugh followed. Then a snapping noise came over the speakers. It was the first signal to King.
The German shepherd gave a low growl, showing his full set of sharp, dangerous teeth, the sparkling white fangs grew even longer in Jean’s imagination when she stared at them. She froze and he came toward her, his paws padding silently on the thick carpet.
"Noooooooo, noooo, noooo!" Jean cried and whimpered like a small child, sliding down to the floor, her legs completely failing her and she couldn’t control them. "Noooooo!" She curled up into a the fetal position, sobbing into her hands, her eyes closed, every nerve in her body as tight as a violin string, as she waiting to be ripped apart by the god awful monster looking animal. King sniffed her thighs, his cold nose brushing lightly against the trembling skin.
"Aaaayiieeee!" Jean squealed, going into hysterics. Her body cringed more tightly into a ball. "Don't bite me. Don't bite me." She was almost ready to pass out with fright.
The dog never flinched. He continued to sniff out the new smell of the stranger petite girl. The terror exuding from this petite girl was as exciting as the musky scent of dried cunt juice. His cold, wet nose flared and his tongue swiped slowly over Jean's thigh. He licked her firm fleshed thighs from her knees up to the junction where the wonderful dried cunt smell was originating. He continued to do this until his saliva had thoroughly covered both of her thighs.
Once he was satisfied with the trembling girl’s thighs, the huge dog began licking her arms as she held them pinned across her chest. His tongue slapped out across her hands, pressed to her frightened face. He growled a low unearthly sound that brought sobs from Jean.
"Take him away ... ooooohhhhhhhh ... pleeeeease!" She was scared senseless, afraid to look up, afraid that at any second the dog would bite a chunk out of her. "Go away! Goooo ...aaawayyy!"
"You shouldn't be so frightened," Katherine's familiar voice floated out through the loudspeaker system. "King only wants to be your friend. He loves nice tender girls, especially the pretty petite ones like you, with nice soft smooth bodies. You have everything he wants, Jane. Be proud of yourself that you please him."
Katherine was watching the closed-circuit television. Her sultry voice flowed through the room that held Jean prisoner as she spoke into the microphone Jean wanted to lash out at the soft perverted voice that was filling her head with loathsome thoughts. The dog was licking her hands and face and becoming increasingly active with his lapping tongue. She blamed it on the seductive voice, associating the two.
The dog whimpered, his bluish red tongue going into Jean's ear. His tongue was long and wet, with warm spit dribbling from around the edges. King nibbled on her tiny ear, then slashed his whip like tongue down to her neck, and nuzzled his pointed snout between her bent elbows. He sought the tender flesh of his new girl’s tits; the flesh he had grown to like during his training with Katherine, the first female woman he fucked and he remember how wonderful it felt.
"Give him a tit to lick, Jean. You will enjoy the sexual sensations that long tongue will bring to you." Katherine said softly to Jean, "You'll love it. He is really a very gentle lover."
All the hideous memories of what she had done with Katherine bombarded Jean's mind. King persisted to seek her tits and it made her sick. This seemed like a dream—a nightmare horrible nightmarish dream of awesome terror.
King growled, his stubby tail wagging furiously. He barked and shook his long head, his cold nose snuggling between Jean's forearms and finally touching the flesh of her a bare tit. He continued, barking and nuzzling. His strength forced her arms apart for a moment or two before he pulled back and barked at her, demanding access to her tits.
"It is time for you to give yourself to your new animal mate, Jean." Katherine warned. "King gets very angry when he's deprived of what he wants. He can be very vicious if you don‘t submit to his demands."
"He will bite you; bite your arm if you don't give him your tits."
It was a threat Jean believed and her throat constricted. She knew she didn’t have a choice now. She couldn‘t refuse the beast access to her tits. If she did she would be bitten. She would have to submit to the depraved act and let the dog lick her slowly, fearfully, she lowered her arms. Her only hope was that he wouldn’t maim her. Her eyes shifted to the camera peering down at her, revolted at the thought of giving the bitch in the other room, pleasure she knew Katherine was having by treating her in this inhumane manner. She felt sick just thinking about the lesbian acts they had done together. How she had thoroughly enjoyed the perverted things she had done to the blonde. She could remember the softness of Katherine’s vulva when she buried her face into it. The awesome erotic sexual sensations that coursed through her body when Katherine had gone down on her. At this moment it sickened her.
"Aaieee!" Jean whimpered as the dog's hard tongue slapping violently on her tits brought her quickly back to the present. What was happening now was worse, even more sickening! Her eyes widened. She stared at the silver-gray hairy dog intently licking the flesh of her soft tits. Her eyes followed his tongue as it whipped across her tit mounds. Each contact of his wet tongue brought a shuddering groan from Jean's throat and an erotic sexual churning in her stomach and down to her cunny. Her hand went to her mouth, and she was afraid at first that she was going to be sick, but that was not going to happen.
"Feels good, doesn't it?" Katherine's voice tormented.
Jean looked up at the camera. She was ready to kill the woman whose voice was tormenting her, whose drug had removed all of her proper will power and turned her into a bitch Katherine was. Her hands clenched into fists. She moved towards the camera and its impersonal eye focused on her naked body. When she moved, King growled, nipping her arm. Jean hesitated. Then she realized that being licked was better than being chewed alive and she stopped. The ferocious looking dog was happy again as he slobbered his spit between Jean's two perfectly rounded tits. They were smaller than his first woman trainer and he enjoyed the difference. His nostrils reveled in the aroma of this fresh new cunt while he licked the naked petite girl’s tits, his tongue whipping over both beautifully rounded orbs and across her long nipples. They were pointed and rigid with fright. He whined, growling low, nuzzling his snout in between her firm tits and tasting the succulent soft, warm meat.
Jean was leaning against the wall in fright, her eyes seeing but impossible to believe what was happening to her. Her heart was trying to leap to her throat. Her stomach was tight and tumbled in like a rolling sea. Her mind was trying to understand why this was happening to her.
"Do you like having your tits licked by your new pet, my darling?" Katherine asked. "His tongue is marvelous if you would only relax and go with the flow. Enjoy his fondling, Jean." She continued to watch the monitor.
Jean was horror stricken. She trembled, utter horror sweeping over her face as she saw the animal, tired of sloshing her tits with his vile spit, sniff down lower, catching the much stronger and sweet scent of her cunt. Afraid of touching him, yet not about to let him do those horrible things to her cunt, she pushed her hand against his snout. "Go away, go away."
The giant Wolf-German shepherd took her push as a sign of affection. Then licked her hand, whimpering playfully. Jean screwed up her face in disgust and pulled her hand away. Her body twisted around, trying to protect her pussy from the shiny silver and gray animal with the dangerous coal black eyes and the slobbering tongue.
King caught an even stronger sweet smelling scent of Jean's pussy as it drifted up to him when she tried to turn. He inhaled, his cold black nose quivering with arousal. He nudged her with his huge head, trying to get at her pussy, his body slinking down to a reclining position. He renewed the search for her cunt from another angle but the young girl’s thighs still were closed to him.
Jean was afraid the dog would squeeze through her legs to get at her cunt. She turned, uncurling her legs from her fetal position and covering her pussy with both hands to protect her now exceedingly juicy hole… All of a sudden, she realized in this position her tits were completely vulnerable to the peering eye of the camera and the gaping blonde bitch. Knowing this, Jean turned her head, slowly and furtively inching around to face the wall, trying to hide her body from the prying eye of the camera and her cunt from the tenacious dog’s effort to uncover her vulva for his tongue. King, anxious for the taste of her sweet pussy meat, nipped Jean's thigh, his eyes glowing menacingly. He yearned for that special taste which his mistress, Katherine his first trainer, had introduced him to and he had acquired a great taste for. He nipped Jean again with his front teeth, turning her into a mass of trembling, squeamish nerves.
"Ohhhh, ooaaahh," she cried, believing this time she would be maimed by the brutish dog's dangerously sharp fangs. She began to cry again, going into loud racking howls that annoyed Katherine.
"Don't be a stupid little shit, Jean, quit that howling." Katherine snapped into the microphone. "Let the dog have your pussy. Give him what he wants and you won‘t be in any danger, besides, you will find the experience deliciously erotic."
"Noooo," Jean wailed. "It's vile, it's--" She was too scared, too intimidated to speak. The silver-gray dog was biting her legs on his way up to her wet cunny.
"It's fabulous," Katherine said softly. "Give him a chance to show you how he can love you." Her voice was suddenly laced with anger. "I'm getting impatient, Jean, and so is King, he wants to be your pet."
Jean trembled as the dog nipped her tits, catching her off guard. She turned sharply, falling back, more vulnerable now as her arms went to brace her fall. She tumbled to her stomach, still having the presence of mind to protect herself.
King pawed her smooth back as she lay frightened and trembling on her stomach, her thighs together, her arms underneath her body. He growled again, snipping his teeth on her ass cheek and making Jean cry louder. He sniffed the crack of her ass, his tongue darting out and licking from top to bottom of the wrinkled, deep crack.
"Nnnnnn," she whined through clenched teeth. The dog was feasting on her twin ass cheeks and the deep crack that separated them.
King soaked her ass cheeks as he had soaked her delicious tits. He bit her beautiful rounded ass flesh, nipping slightly playfully and barking anxiously for the meat of her sweet smelling cunt. Jean's head was spinning. No matter which way she turned some part of her body was open to the dog's tongue. She found herself losing control of her senses. She was hysterical, crying, trying to crawl under the bed and find some port of safety from the vicious animal and the blonde bitch who was watching her every move. King saw the naked girl was trying to scramble under the bed and his mouth opened. Latching his jaw around her trim ankle, the silver and gray dog growled his warning. His jaw gripped her ankle as if it was a bone and he shook his head, holding her ankle with his teeth, but not tight enough to break her skin. A piercing laugh floated out the loudspeakers. "You better not try to hide under that bed. He'll rip off your leg, my dear."
With that warning, Jean stopped. She decided that surrender to her animal captor and her new pet dog was better than losing a leg. She lay on the floor, defeated, ready to let the dog have his way and be done with it. She closed her eyes, not able to move a muscle. She was a petite piece of white creamy, young girl flesh, readying herself for what she thought was going to be a major sacrifice of her body to the dog for his pleasure and his pleasure only.
King growled deep and menacing, his huge head motionless, his jaw still holding her trim ankle, his black eyes alert and waiting for Jean to try to escape. Getting no resistance, his mouth opened and he dropped her ankle. There was spittle all over her flesh and a deep indentation evident in her smooth skin from the sharp tips of his teeth.
Leisurely, King licked her leg, working up the back of her calf.
Jean buried her face in her arms, shutting everything from her mind, except the dog's slapping wet tongue and Katherine's dirty and perverted suggestions that came to her over the loudspeaker system.
Katherine settled back in the comforts of her chair. She watched Jean’s new pet Wolf-German Shepherd licking his tongue all over her sweet creamy nude body. King soaked the back of Jean's thighs, casually nipping her ass, his tongue working up a bubbly lather between the cheeks of her creamy, firm ass. He nestled his nose between the back of her thighs, his head shaking, forcing Jean's thighs further apart. His tongue hit the back of her pussy like a lightening bolt.
Jean wailed, terrified. She began to shake like never before. She quivered in sheer fright. She balled her hands into fists and prayed to God this would end soon.
At last attaining his goal, King growled with supreme satisfaction. He buried his snout between the folds of her hot juicy cunt and snorted, his tongue delving into the juicy cunt. He plunged his tongue deep inside the soft and long pink slit that was now his, his doggie spit lathering the hole into an even wetter bubbly mixture. He shoved his nose inside, between the sweet, hot depths of her cunt as far as he could penetrate the wondrous opening. Jean's whimpering cries of anguish were lost on the horny animal as he tried to shove his tongue to the very deepest depths of her juicy cunt. Seeking her cervix.
She cried, afraid to move, afraid that if she did the dog would bite her cunny the way he had her ankle. She suffered the ministrations of the animal's tongue as it snaked into her cunt deeply and up through the crack of her ass, praying it would end soon.
King enjoyed the scent of her cunt as he worked it feverishly with his tongue and saliva. He dropped to his haunches between the frightened woman's legs, devoting his tongue completely to her cunt. He licked, slurped, and reamed out her delicious hole. His spit turned her cunt into an even whiter slimy mess. He squirmed on the floor, his silver-gray body, sleek and glistening, beginning to get aroused, and his mammoth prick beginning to peek out from the thick skinned sheath that covered it. He whimpered excitedly, his black snout white with his Jean’s bubbly cunt juice.
Growling with intense excitement from Jean's succulent pussy meat, he forced his nose deep into her cunt. The harsh, rough action jerked her body and caused an exceedingly exciting friction on her clit. The scent of her savory cunt was growing stronger the more he licked and nudged his nose inside. It acted as an aprioristic for the horny dog. He became more determined, stretching her pussy with his pointed muzzle. When his teeth nipping her swollen cunt lips gently, the sensation was like lighting a campfire between Jean‘s thighs. She was getting sexually aroused.
Jean was still crying, inwardly fighting the warm equate sexual feelings that were speed through her lower body like an express train, beginning to wash completely over her now eager body. The dog's tongue was bringing out the hidden sexual animal in her that had always been lurking far below the surface of her mind, that she didn‘t realize was there. She tried to battle her surging lust, trying to hold her own against the dog's persistent tongue, but something deep within her mind was tearing away the curtain that had hide these desires all of her life..
Despite herself, she felt herself losing the battle. She forced her mind to think of other things as the dog's lapping tongue drew her like a moth to the fire and the very depths of her hidden sexual desires. She concentrated on her husband, Harry. For the two years they had been married he had talked about how sexier she would look to him while fucking a dog, and even another strange man or even a woman. He had told her many times how much he wanted to watch her eagerly coupling with a dog. His familiar voice rang inside her brain. Now that she actually was submitting to a dog, he was no where around to witness her first performance with the dog. Then she erased that thought. She thought, ’He would probably cum in his pants if he could see her now.”
Suddenly it was ironic to her that now the thought wasn’t as awful as she originally though. This time she would love to see him cum and enjoy watching her performance with King.
Then suddenly, she felt the first shock as her clit responded to the licking dog’s tongue. She spread her legs wider and lifted her hips up off of the floor, giving King easy access to her dripping cunt. King never let up and his tongue was lapping at her cunt and clit, eagerly sucking the wonderful cunt juice into his mouth and down his throat. His feet were doing a toe dance behind Jean and his long, fat; cock was flaming red with large blue veins running up and down the dog’s love tool.
Jean began to shudder and shake with the first signs of her orgasm. Her mind had blocked all of her thoughts concerning this sex act, but now filled with the exciting sexual sensations that were traveling up and down her thighs, racing from her tits down to her cunny. All of these wonderful sensations were meeting right at the spot that King was licking furiously. Her clit! She began with a low moan that increased to a shriek as her orgasm increased. She had lifted off of the pad and was in orbit, flying to the moon and the sensations were so new and extremely exciting that the trip on space felt real to her.
She reached the peaked a few moments later and slowly descended back to earth and her stomach slapped the carpeted floor as her whole body went limp with the release of every nerve, every thought of the evil deed and only how heavenly she felt at that very moment.
‘My god! That was heavenly. How can I ever think that this was evil or depraved, when it was so exciting and filled with such awesome sensations?” Were her thoughts as she lay there in the puddle of own cunt juice. King had moved away from her and lying in the middle of the room. He was busy licking his own cum off of his belly and his receding cock.
Jean glanced over at the dog after a few minuets and while she was slowly recovering from the most intense orgasm that she had ever had in her young life and saw King cleaning himself up. Her thoughts swung to her husband when she thought, ‘I’ll bet Harry would have done the same thing you are doing, King. Shot his load in his pants and had to change them if he had been here watching us. Ha! Ha!”
Then suddenly, Jean’s senses came flooding back to her. ‘I could never do that again. No way will I let a dog lick me and get me to lose control. Oh My god what have I done?’ and she backed as far as possible away from the dog when he got up and moved towards her, ready to continue for her next training lesson to be his mate.
When the dog approached her after a short rest and began to sniff at her still wet cunny, Jean slowly pushed his nose away from between her legs and commanded him. “No King! That’s enough for now. You can’t have me anymore you handsome brute!”
"Chris, If you're done with your dinner, come on out.” his wife commanded. “I have to go down to the training room and give our sweet little guest a shot. She is wasting training time by resisting King." There was an acknowledging grunt from the other side of the closing door Katherine hurried down the hall. She took a key from atop the door and fitted it into the lock. It clicked and she opened the door, staring at the scene before her.
"KING!" She commanded.
The dog instantly looked up from the delectable pussy he was trying to feast on again. His tail wagged. Katherine snapped her fingers and King leaped to her side. He sat down, glancing up at his trainer for approval as she stroked the top of his head.
"It looks as if you're going to need something to relax you, my dear." Katherine said to Jean, with a wicked smile. "No need for stalling around now. You need to get on with your instructions and learn to submit to King."
She brought a hypodermic needle out of the leather pouch and stepped towards Jean. "A simple prick of the needle and you'll lose all this silly prejudice and inhabitations about making love to your new handsome four legged lover."
Terror swept over Jean again. "OHHH ... NOOOOOOO!"
"Yes, my sweet," Katherine said, kneeling over the prostrated Jean. "When you come to your senses and willingly submit to Kine, you won't need this." She jabbed the needle into Jean's arm and smiled. Jean flinched and bit her lip “You bitch!" Jean spat at the tall exquisite blonde that was petting the sleek, silver and gray Wolf-German Shepherd. "YOU rotten bitch!"
Katherine was smiling down at her, her whole body tingling, waiting for the subtle change to occur in Jean's behavior. "Don't be so nasty," she purred. "It's for your own good."
Already Jean was beginning to feel the effects of the drug. "Why?" she sobbed, "why?"
"Let's just say we have a desire to help people like you overcome their inhibitions so they can enjoy themselves to the fullest capacity with their husbands, or anybody, or any animal. I can already see you agree with these ideals."
"You are a bitch, you know?" Jean was wavering. She could feel her muscles relaxing. Her heart was thumping erratically and she could feel herself succumbing swiftly to the influence of the drug.
"Yes, I am a hot bitch who enjoyed your delicious young cunt as the first step was in your training. Now we are going to move on to the second step."
A dreamy smile played at Jean's dainty mouth. "I wish it wasn't true, but I loved eating yours, too. Katherine. You are delicious." She saw the dog in a different frame of mind to, now. The pictures she had seen of the other dog and his mistress clouded her thoughts. They seemed so erotic now. "He's so very sexy, in a demonic
but best of all he has stamina, why."
"Doesn’t he?" Katherine agreed.
Jean licked her lips and crawled over to King. "I won't refuse him now," she told her captor. Sitting on her haunches, the naked Jean petted the beast's silver and gray fur, her hands caressing him lovingly, hypnotically, every sense geared toward having this giant dog. "Let him lick me," and her thoughts advanced on other possibilities with her new pet.
Katherine leered down at the kneeling Jean.
Jean was rubbed her tits against King's shiny coat and stroked the dog's flanks. His shorthaired coat prickled her sensitive skin like tiny needles. "Ooooo! I want him. I want him between my legs."
"First you have to get used to his cock. Now touch his cock," Katherine demanded in a light, dreamy voice. "Touch King's prick and feel the wonderful size of it as it extends for your pleasure."
"Yessss," Jean agreed. Her trembling hand slid down under the dog's belly toward his cock sheath. She was shaking, her mouth salivating. Her hand reached and began to fondle the furry hard skinned sheath. Her fingers skimmed around it, feeling its size and imagining what his cock would look like.
"It won't stick out," Jean whimpered, pouting, longing for the dog's cock more than ever. She needed the joy it would bring to her.
“You have to stroke and fondle it just like you do your husband’s, Jean. It will grow, big and hard for you then. . When you get it hard and then he will be ready to put it into your hot cunny. Young lady.”
"Mmmmm," Jean moaned light-headedly, stroking the dog's cock sheath with more determination. Deep down in her mind, she knew she wanted this and always had, ever since the first time her husband had suggested it. She needed to get the dog cock hard as possible. She squeezed the sheath, stroking, pulling and jerking back and forth with her fingers. Rubbing her tits into his fur, she trembled; her inhibitions melted and flowed away. She was slipping lower—she had to see this awesome dog prick!
"Katherine!" she gasped in delight. "It's sticking out! It's coming out for me! Oh how nice and big it looks."
With her fingers gently stroking, urging the dog on, she glared at the emerging red tip of King's awesome prick. It filled her with passion and she played with his sticky prick and dangling balls, thrilling to see his cock growing larger and larger right before her very eyes.
Katherine was staring at the naked Jean who was laboriously working the Wolf-German Shepherd into frenzy.
"Is it hard yet for you?" she asked the eager wife.
"Yeses," Jean answered triumphantly. "It's a damn tree stump! Ohhhhh, God, its sooo thick and long." Jean was foaming at the mouth at the monstrous prick. Her dazed green eyes were saucers of extreme desire.
"You'll know, in time, how great his cock feels buried to his hairy balls inside your tight pussy. Jean."
King whimpered, "Soon, you handsome animal, soon." She leaned over and grabbed Jean's arm. "You better stop fondling him, or he'll cream all over your hand and waste it. Now you don‘t want to waste it do you?"
Jean's breath had quickened, but she didn‘t answer Katherine. She was shaking with a craving desire to feel the dog's tongue once again on her pussy. The actual thought that she would have to fuck the dog soon, hadn’t entered her mind yet, but sooon…it would.
"Let him lick me."
"Lie back," Katherine suggested in her husky tone that was
always coated with a thick layer of passion. "You can have your
first doggies treat."
Jean immediately fell back on the floor, squirming like a snake on the carpet, her legs wide. She used her fingers to open the puffy lips of her aching cunt. "Let him lick me. Make him eat me!" She was distraught, so overcome with lust she didn't know what to do or say.
Katherine got down on the floor. "You want to lick your delicious new owner, King?" she asked the dog. "She tastes great, huh?" She smacked her lips together in remembrance.
King whimpered excitedly, his cock fully extended, his tail going a mile a minute from side to side. His tongue hung out of the side of his jowls for the chance to eat and lap the light brown haired pussy in front of him.
"Don't make me wait," Jean wailed, twisting on the floor. She was a bundle of passion, needing and craving the dog's tongue to send her into bliss. "I need it so bad. I'll do anything you want, King." Her voice had a pleading note to it.
"You will do anything we teach you to do, Mrs. Adams. That was your husband’s wish." the tall blonde replied with assurance. She bent down and kissed the Wolf-German Shepherd on the mouth, feeling his hard tongue going into her throat.
Jean gasped at the erotic, perverted sight. Her misted eyes blinked. She gurgled, the sound of her own voice eerie.
"Do what you want, King? She's ready for you now." She released the dog.
King instantly went to Jean's vulnerable pussy "Ooooo, my Christ!" Jean squealed. Having her cunt finally attended to was overwhelming. "Ohhhhh, Katherine, thank you." She squirmed and wriggled on the plush carpet, riding the horny dog's snout as he lapped up her oozing juices.
"Tell me all about it, my innocent little house wife." She was delighted by the sight of King's bluish red tongue going inside Jean's brown-haired pussy. "Tell me all about it as it happens."
"Eeeeww, yes," Jean purred wantonly. "His tongue, I feel it digging ahhhhh! It's slapping my clit now ooaahh, God, it feels so good." She swallowed, moistening her dry throat that was parched with excitement. "Oooooohhh! His tongue is inside me again. Its wild she humped up, her pussy, filled with her oozing buttery sauce, banged into King's digging snout.
His long hard tongue delved inside the gooey opening and scooped out gobs of hot cunt cream. His nose nestled in between her sudsy cunt lips and he furiously whipped his tongue in and out. His legs lowered his big body to the carpet, his erect cock coming in contact with the rug.
He was jittery, high-strung and aroused to the limit, but he continued to please the whimpering Jean, his new mistress, with his tongue.
"Ream her, King. Shove your tongue deep!" She urged the animal with her frantic voice, her hand groping for his monstrous prick. She finally clutched it, squeezing the thick hunk of cock meat; the sticky juices making her break out in shivery goose bumps.
"Ohhhh, lick her, boy. Lick your horny new mistress well."
King was whimpering. Strenuously, with the compelling force to cum welling up inside him, he gave Jean the best tonguing he could muster. He began to growl, his small front teeth nipping the soft loose flesh labia lips of Jean's pussy, his tongue alternately snaking inside and scooping out lumps of gooey cream. He snarled his head shaking, cunt meat in his jaws.
Jean's eyes were filmed over with lust and she was plunging into bliss. Her cunt humped in perpetual motion, acute tingling sensations attacking her. She was reaching her orgasm, but was unable to grab hold of it. Jean went berserk. "He's, oooooo ... is biting my pusssyyy!" She ground her cunt down, squirming against the wild frenzied actions of the dog's snout, reveling in the danger of what was happening to her and the joy she was receiving.
"Ohhhhhh, Katherine, oaahhhhh! KING! KING!"
The dog responded to his name by plowing his tongue into the steamy wet oozing depths of her cunt. His back end shook, his cock sliding through his trainers tight fist. He reamed the brown haired pussy and flashed his tongue inside, his teeth against her clit. He pushed, growling, his pointed muzzle drenched in creamy froth.
"His tongue! His tongue!" Jean's eyes widened in rapture. "Katherine! His tongue is so fucking' deep in me, it feels like a cock!" She clawed her own belly with her nails. "I can feel him all the way up in here!"
She struggled and squirmed, twisting against the horny dog's nose. Her soft tits jiggled with her erratic jerking, the nipples aching painfully, ready to burst the moment her cunt exploded. A gurgling moan erupted from her throat.
He's tonguing me!" Jean howled. "Sooooo deep!"
"Let me see you cum, Jean." Katherine said to Jean, her voice low, wavering with passion. "Cum on his face. Drown him with your juice!"
The dog growled, his head nuzzled between Jean's sticky thighs. He tried to free his cock from his trainer’s tight grasp, but Katherine refused to release his cock. Katherine rested her head on him, stroking him.
"Eat her! Bite! Bite!" Her fingers toyed with his ass, teasing his asshole and clawing under him, turning him into a wild beast.
Jean screamed with agonizing pleasure. She was the recipient of the dog's violent reaction to his mistress's torment. He began nipping with more fervor on her tender cunt lips. He jammed forward with more ferociousness, driving his nose into her squishy pussy.
"He's stretching me! My GOD! He's shoving his whole fucking
head in me!" Jean convulsed into spasms.
King tongued deep, snaking inside the hidden depths of her
pulsating pussy hole, his snout stretched her open, wider and
wider, attempting to shove his entire head into Jean's turned on body. He opened his powerful jaw and shook his head. He jabbed forward, every muscle of his sleek, silver and gray body rippling. The muscles in his powerful neck were taut and his growling snarls were muffled by soft cunt meat.
Katherine's eyes popped. She was caught up in Jean's cyclonic whirling passion, safely watching the turbulence from the eye of the Hurricane unaffected by its violence. She watched the Hurricane wreak havoc upon the glassy eyed Jean. Her spastic body wrenched and twisted, her eyelashes fluttering, her sporadic convulsions quickening as she floundered to and fro on King's digging snout.
Through hazy eyes Jean saw the giant black German shepherd between her legs. The overpowering stimuli were too much
to handle. She soared to the peak, a dizzy realm of passionate
bliss kept her head reeling into ecstasy. She opened her mouth, her words were trapped. She struggled in the stormy rage of her rapidly approaching orgasm. A gasping cry came out her mouth and her eyes bulged in rapturous ecstasy. "I'M CUMING!" Her words ripped from her throat as her climax ripped through her pussy and spread throughout her body leaving devastation and destruction in its path. "I'm creaming all over King‘s face!"
Jean shook in spastic convulsions, thrashing on the rug in the midst of another gigantic orgasm. Her tits bounced with her uncontrolled quirky movements and her hands clenched and unclenched in rhythm to the contracting storm in her cunt. She beat her legs against the carpet, then raised them high in the air, spreading them wide apart an erotic vee, giving the horny Wolf-German Shepherd ample room to lick and eat her. The horny silver and gray animal didn't retreat from the fury of Jean's orgasm. He didn't flinch from her lunging pussy on his snout. He battled back, driving his tongue into her ramming cunt and stretching her gushing cunt with his muzzle. He shook his head; the milky river of Jean's cum washing over his black snout, through his open mouth, and out over his jowls. He was also caught up in Jean's raging storm. His black eyes glowed and he grabbed her extended clit, taking the blood gorged button between his sharp teeth.
Jean screeched at the top of her lungs. The dog's nipping teeth sent her spiraling higher and higher until she began to babble incoherently in a continuous murmuring sound. She writhed and contorted in the throes of her orgasm, and King was controlling it completely.
The large silver and gray dog tore at Jean's tiny clit as if it were a piece of raw beef. Growling and snarling, he lashed his head from side to side, her clit raw flesh meat. Her sticky cum gushed over his jowls, making him look as if he were a rabid beast foaming at the mouth. He growled, sounding like muted thunder, and attacked her pussy again, biting her tender exploding clit and whipping his tongue across the protruding meat. Jean shrieked, piercing the air with her cry.
"He's chewing me up!" She pushed down with her cunt, trying to devour his entire head into her cunt as she climaxed and over again. She grabbed herself behind her knees; her legs still up in the air, leaving her pussy open to attack, an attack she welcomed with undying pleasure. Her head snapped from side to side, brown red hair slashing her flushed face. Her eyes were glittering green emeralds blazing with fiery passion. She trembled as the dog continued to torture her in the pangs of her orgasm.
Jean's screams brought Katherine out of her stupor. She blinked, watching the dog turn petite little Jean into a screaming mass of exploding flesh. She was the onlooker and she devoured the sight, thrilling to the intensity of Jean's orgasm. It brought on a rippling orgasm in her own pussy and a quiet murmuring sigh was heard as it gently washed over her.
Jean was going out of her skull. The dog's tongue and frenzied biting were keeping her from coming down to earth. Her orgasm had wiped her out, but King was still driving her to the brink of insanity. Her head turned to Katherine. "Help me! Make him stop! Ohhhh, God, stop him!" Katherine smiled like a cat. "Like it?"
Numb, Jean nodded. "Yes! YES!" She was struggling, trying to squirm away, but the dog refused to let her go.
"Please!" She began to gurgle on her own spit, thrashing as another
orgasm caromed through her pussy. She screamed, then twisted
away, wrenching her body and squirming in agony, trying to rid her
body of the hungry dog.
Katherine snapped her fingers. "KING!"
The dog instantly raised his head. Jean gasped with relief.
King barked. His own passion was overwhelming. Cum dripped
from his snout and his tongue hung out, coated with a thin film of
pussy cum. He sat up, whining to his trainer that he needed to
be satisfied, his huge thick cock jutting out as his ass squirmed
on the rug.
Free at last, Jean scrambled away from him, panting and blinking back her vision, still trembling in the aftermath of her horrendous orgasm.
"I, thought I was going to die." Racking gasps filled her lungs with air. "Christ, I practically blacked out!"
Jean’s eyes popped wide open when she saw the dog's gigantic cock hanging down almost to the carpet…
"Oh, my, God," she whispered, her jaw dropping. "Oh, my God,
It’s even bigger now!" Seeing his prick glisten like a fiery red club made Jean woozy.
"God!"
"It is beautiful, isn't it?" Katherine droned, not once taking her eyes off King's gorgeous prick. "It's the most magnificent cock you ever want to feel in action."
“Yes it is gorgeous and I can’t wait to see it in action.” Jean whispered.
"You'll be begging for his cock soon," Katherine promised.
Jean stared, her eyes wide with awe. Jean shrank back, her conflicting emotions battling it out, repulsion intermixed with passionate lust. She nodded her desire for what she craved, and then quickly shook her head in shame, not understanding and hating herself at the same time.
"You shouldn't fight your natural desires so much, Jean. It isn't healthy." She reached out for her. "You want me to eat you?"
Wordlessly, Jean declined, shaking her head.
"You want King to eat you?" A hint of a smile was on Katherine's lips.
"Nooooo," Jean finally said, but not with as much determination as she wanted. "Nooooo! Nottt…Again…Now!"
"How about having that marvelous prick in your pussy, now?" Katherine coaxed. "I saw the way you were drooling over it."
Jean began to cry, overwhelmed, her mixed emotions convulsing her. She was in turmoil. She shook her head slowly, knowing she was succumbing to her own desires, to the animal inside of her. She fought it, crawling to the bed to hide.
"Yes, Jean, you sleep. I'll come back later tonight and we can talk. Maybe you'll change your mind."
"Never!" Jean spat vehemently, but not really believing the conviction of her own words. "Never." But something in her mind said maybe.
Katherine laughed a deep sexy laugh. "Nearer is a long time,
my sweet china doll. More like a few days." She went out, closed
the door, locked it, and left Jean to think.
Jean rolled over in the soft bed, luxuriating in the black satin sheets. She stretched with a gaping yawn and kicked the covers off her lithe naked body. She sat up, her face bright, relaxed, her eyes alert and full of life. She stretched again, her tits rising, the nipples pointing
toward the door. It had been three days since she had knocked on
Katherine's front door, three days of discovering herself and her
desires. At first, she had been over come with shock, then shock
gave way to disbelief, and the night before disbelief had been
displaced by her own passions. Without the drug, she had become the temptress, flaunting herself at Katherine and her handsome husband , Chris. After dinner, she had ended up in bed with them both for one of the most fantastic fucks of her life. Except for the rare moments with Harry when she had let her hair down, this one had been the best.
A new beginning, a knock on the door brought her back to the present. "C'mon in," she purred contentedly. Since she had succumbed to her passion, the door was kept unlocked.
Katherine pushed open the door and came in. King was by her
side, obedient and ever alert. "How do you feel this morning?"
A soft dreamy expression swept over Jean's beautiful face. She fell back on the bed and laughed. "Marvelous, Katherine. Absolutely marvelous!" She slapped the bed and smacked her lips at the silver gray Wolf-German Shepherd. "C'mon, King, come on up here to mommy."
Katherine tapped the monstrous dog on the rump and he leaped up
on the bed, wagging his tail and panting happily, his long tongue drooping out the side of his mouth. Katherine watched with an interested eye and a twinge of satisfaction. Her judgment about the petite young girl her dormant passions had been right. It made her feel good.
"Ooooo, you handsome pooch," Jean purred. She hugged
the large beast with the glossy silver gray fur. "Today is going to be
our day," she told him, squeezing him affectionately around his
thick neck and rubbing her tits into his fur.
Katherine sat on the edge of the bed, her large tits jiggling
under her flimsy black lace robe. She stroked King's rump,
enjoying Jean's enthusiasm. "You ready to come down to
breakfast?"
"I don't know," Jean said, feeling deliciously naughty, just like when she had played hooky from school. "Maybe I'll just lie around in bed all day and play with my pussy--or yours—or King's cock."
"Feeling pretty good, huh?"
"Better than good! Terrific! Last night was something out of a dream. All week has been like a dream." An exciting tremor swept through her as King licked her face and neck. Instinctively, she backed away as some of her old fears surged through her.
"You still have a few of your fears to iron out," Katherine laughed. She pulled the German shepherd over to her by his studded collar. "I guess you'll still have them for a while."
"Not for long," Jean vowed. "Not after seeing all the things I've been missing and how repressed I've been. If Harry could see me now!"
She giggled devilishly, fondling herself freely, kneading the flesh of her tingling skin, no longer shy, no longer ashamed of the sexual feelings she had always denied herself.
"Harry would be proud.” Jean said abruptly, “we kind of got carried away I believe. Wow! What an orgy the three of us had.”
"You mean, you got carried away," Katherine corrected. "It
made me feel good to see you act so naturally, and without the
drug too." Katherine stroked the quiet dog's head, her long fingers
touching his jowls.
Jean leered at the huge silver and gray haired animal, her eyes bright, glistening with a desire to take the dog on her own.
Katherine stroked Jean's slender leg. "You know Jean, you should think about what your husband is doing for you. Harry did you a favor." Her hand skimmed up the small woman's thigh to her pussy mound and the thick foliage of brown red curly cunt hair. She kept her hand there, cupping the furry mound. "He loves you."
"Then why this?" At that moment she hated him, hated her husband with all her heart.
Katherine's hand began to move almost imperceptibly on Jean's pussy, caressing the soft mound with her palm. "If you think about it, you will understand. You've been married for two years now and Harry has asked you to do many things, but you've constantly refused him. You wouldn't try anything different, or even give him the notion that you would consider it. Your sex life has been very boring for him too and it could lead to a divorce if it didn‘t change."
Jean was calming down and the words rang true, only too true. She blinked, a tear rolling down her flushed cheek, and she heaved a heavy sigh. She found herself nodding in agreement. "He could have said, the hell with you, and had affairs or divorced you even, but he loves you. He wanted you free from your hang ups and the way you were raised by your grand parents so that you two could enjoy the rest of your lives together."
Jean felt foolish. Every word Katherine said was true. She had been, except for rare occasions, very selfish in bed, accepting, never giving on inch, and only taking from him.
"How did he meet you?" Jean finally asked. She squirmed, Katherine's thumb going into her cunt.
"I've only known Harry by the telephone calls he made about a dog to guard you and give you pleasure. The yellow pages introduced us."
“Our conversations got around to having you mate with a guar dog for your houseboat and to pleasure you when he is away on trips. My husband told him that your latent sexuality was your hang up and he would be doing you, as well as himself, a favor. He agreed and we set it up for this week." She slipped three fingers into Jean's pussy, feeling the heated wetness. "I hope you will understand now and why he brought you to us for training."
"Unnnnn," Jean hummed, her hips wriggling. She pressed down against the woman's fingers in her cunt, her tantalizing fingers. "You won't say anything about me fucking your husband will you?"
"It doesn't matter to your husband. Harry understands and knew that was part of your training. He knew that once you were here, my husband and I would both enjoy you sexually as much as we can."
Jean gulped. "He did this all because he wanted me to make it with other people and animals?"
"No," Katherine corrected. "He did it because he loves you and wanted you to enjoy sex the way it should be enjoyed, the way you
always inwardly wanted to enjoy sex, but were too afraid to admit to yourself. You did nothing here that you didn't want to do. The drug only heightened those desires that were hiding deeply in you. We only brought them out in the open for you and your husband to enjoy."
Jean's head was spinning, half from the torturous fingers in her cunt and half from the knowledge she just received.
"Then I might as well learn everything there is about my own sexuality, right?"
"I'm glad you feel that way. Harry knew that once your barrier was broken down and when you were home again, you would be a more loving wife and he, in turn, would be able to be a more loving husband. What happens to you in this house will be an experience the two of you can enjoy over and over again in the future. Most of your visit here has been filmed. The films are a present from us to the both of you to relive you awakening to sexual pleasure."
Katherine took off her robe. "How would you like to have a taste of King's prick before we go down to breakfast?"
Jean's head whirled. "Whewwwww," she sighed. "I ... I
..."
“Think of your loving husband and how much pleasure you'll be able to give him once you come to grips with yourself completely. You've already accepted sex with me and three way sex without the drug. Why not climb over that last hurdle and make it with your handsome new pet, King?"
She placed her juice stained fingers at Jean's mouth. "Taste your own cunt cream."
Greedily, Jean sucked the creamy foam off of Katherine's fingers, enjoying the taste of her own cunt. "I'm nervous," she admitted, "but I want to, not only for Harry, but for myself." She stared at the dog, seeking courage. She wanted King; the ache in her cunt told her that. Now she knew she need this and Harry would love her even more if she learned to do it for both his and her pleasure.
Katherine climbed to the head of the bed. Her massive tits
bounced as she became comfortable, crossing her long sensuous legs
and sitting like an erotic golden statue, her eyes glittering mysteriously.
"I'll watch." Katherine spoke to her softly.
Jean cuddled up to the dog, rubbing her naked body against his fur. She shivered with a growing desire for him. The dog's fur felt warm against her flesh and she wrapped her arms around his thick neck, letting her fingers trail along his mouth and teeth.
"I'm creaming myself," she sighed aloud, his tail hitting her clit as it wagged. "Even drugged all I ever did was play with him and let him eat me."
"It was all you needed to overcome the initial shock of having sex with animals. Now you must get into feilato with King. It will be just like doing it with your husband or any man.”
"I never went down on Harry.” She confessed.
"I know," Katherine said, and then winked. "You two are going to have a lot of catching up to do once you return to your houseboat."
Jean giggled in nervousness. A growing passion soon replaced her uneasiness.
King whimpered, squirming on his side, waiting for Jean to do something. He lifted his head and licked her face. Jean purred, accepting his affection as she climbed over the giant animal. The thick brown hair on her head was tousled and her green eyes mirrored her enthusiasm and lustful desires. Her tits jiggled delicately as she plopped down next to King, one of his hind legs between her thighs.
"Gonna suck you, my handsome stud," she said as she licked her lips, stroking his cock sheath. "Gonna suck you off like your trainer did. "
King slapped his tongue out and curled it into Jean's open mouth. He plunged into her throat, then out over her soft lips, trembling in anticipation of what was going to happen to him. He whimpered like a small pup, his hind leg getting juicy from Jean's seeping pussy.
King glanced over at his mistress at the head of the bed, his
black eyes glassy. His tail wagged slightly, relaying to her that
he was happy. Accidentally, his hind leg jabbed into Jean's
clit.
"Ooooaahhh!" Jean cooed, humping the animal’s leg. She
reached down for his cock again, rubbing his balls urgently.
"Ooooo, King, gets nice and hard for me. Let me see how big I can
get you." She devoted all her attention to the docile animal,
exercising his awesome cock from its sheath.
She flicked out her tongue, scooped up the drool from King's
rubbery tongue and slapping her tongue across his pointed fangs.
A hot sizzling ripple raced up her spine. Her hand scratched him
behind the ear while her other hand kneaded his cock out of the
sheath, bringing it to life.
King was wriggling in bliss, the woman's hand making him
crazy. He licked her face affectionately, soaking her in doggie
spit. His tongue slapped across her eyes and mouth and he
whimpered, jerking his head as Jean tried to grab his tongue
with her mouth.
"Ohhh, King, you do make such a good lover."
Jean was swimming in a sea of passion, exotic passion,
and she was thrilled. She gouged his large paw through the puffy
lips of her scalding hot pussy, scratching her clit with his
nails. She jerked in heavenly spasms, her head snapping, and her eyes
rolling.
Katherine anticipated the last few days with Jean and the
things they would share with King. Her fingers played at her own
cunt until her seeping cream coated them. She licked them clean,
her blue eyes glued to Jean and King.
Jean dragged the dog's paw through her moist pussy. A
spasm rippled through her cunt and was followed by a rumbling
tremor when his claw came in contact with her exposed pink clit.
"Uhhhhh, doggie, nice!" She was in heaven.
Jean grabbed his thick sheath, finding his cock sticking out halfway. She stroked him with wild fanaticism, her small, delicate hand riding up and down the thick red glistening cock meat. She was creaming all over his leg and getting his prick stiff and hard at the same time.
King, used to the attention of women, lay docile, his hips moving subtly, whimpering with pleasure. His front paws rested on Jean's shoulders and he licked her face again.
Longing to see his cock, Jean sat up, her glassy eyes riveted to the red cock that jutted out from between his hairy back legs. Her mouth was dried up, parched from excitement, and her eyes watered with a sense of euphoria. She had tackled her fear!
She gazed hypnotically at her hand that had held his cock shaft. It was sticky and gooey from his prick and she brought it to her mouth and licked the palm of her hand. She purred out loud, her cheeks flushing red, her blood boiling in her veins, carrying the lust for the massive beast and his giant cock to every part of her trim, naked body. She was cured of her fear of making it with a dog, in fact, she loved it, even craved it!
King looked at Jean with longing, wanting something done to his aching cock Jean knew what he wanted but ignored his whining pleas. She wanted to play, to enjoy what she was doing, before tackling his prick and sucking it. She straddled his mouth with her cunt and jabbed, banging her clit into his muzzle.
"Bite it, pooch! Bite me!"
"Don't tease him," Katherine moaned, her own lust brimming at the surface. "It's not right to tease. Give him what he wants."
Jean turned her head to face the naked woman. "What does he want?" she asked breathlessly, a hot leer on her beautiful face.
"He wants your mouth." Katherine realized that conversation added to Jean's stimulation. "He wants to put his nice hard doggie cock in your mouth so he can cream your throat with his cum."
"Ooooo," Jean sighed, dizzy with the idea of drinking the cum of a dog. "Ooooo, Katherine! I don't know if I can really do it."
"You can," Katherine purred. "You just want to be coaxed."
Jean tossed back her mass of long brown hair and laughed in total abandon, completely free of restraint. She humped her cunt at the dog's snout, reveling in his tongue snaking inside her creaming pussy as he licked her.
"Ooooo, he's eating me! Licking my cunt!" She was ready now, anxious to begin the real delight. She dropped to her side, wriggling down to his cock, her hands gripping the tremendous hard on that jutted out strong and fierce. "He's sooo big. He'll choke me to death!"
Katherine came down to the foot of the bed to show Jean what to do. "Lick it like this," she said, her tongue slithering up the length of the dog's cock. King shook.
Jean nodded and followed suit, her tongue sliding up the sticky length of King's giant cock. She shook from the first contact, pulled her head away and gasped.
Ohhh, my God, I did it! I really did it!"
"Not quite," Katherine giggled, her huge tits crushed beneath her as she lay on her belly, her rounded ass perched high, her fingers gouging out her own cunt. "Do it again." She humped her fingers, her eyes on fire, glaring at Jean and the dog's cock. "Do it again or I'll suck him off and you'll go hungry."
She was hot, bubbling hot, her fingers sticky with Juice. "Oooo, noooo," Jean gasped, going back to King's cock. "His prick belongs to me this morning." She licked his prick, bringing her tongue up from his balls, over his extended shaft and across his seeping piss slot.
King shivered, his taut, muscular body rippling with power. His whimpering cries were ignored for the moment as Jean continued to use him as a toy.
"Easy, King," Jean purred, stroking his furry balls and the tight knot at the base of his cock. "Be patient and I'll suck you dry." She giggled, hefting his huge balls in her small hand.
"God, he must have a gallon of the stuff in him."
"It'll seem that way when he's coming," Katherine said, keeping herself at a delicious peak, waiting for Jean to stop being frivolous and get down to a real blowjob.
With her heart pounding, Jean opened her mouth, clamped her lips against his exposed cock, and sucked, her tongue swishing across his prick. She gulped, keeping her mouth around his hulking cock and sliding her fused lips back down to his balls. Her courage mounted as she slid back to his pointed prick tip with her clinging lips.
King whined. Tiny yelps of ecstasy and helplessness came from his huge powerful looking body. He jerked his back paws and tried to attain a foothold with his front paws. He didn't succeed. He had to cum, but Jean's slow pace wouldn't allow it.
King's head turned to his mistress for help, his eyes pleading. Katherine was too involved in watching Jean's mouth and too busy with her own pussy to be concerned. The horny animal dropped his head back to the mattress, a pawn to the passions of the two beautiful women.
Katherine sat up abruptly. "Let him fuck your mouth," she exclaimed, her face aglow with desire. "Get on the floor. It'll be so much better!"
Jean lifted her head. Her eyes were hazy, flooded with a passion that knew no bounds, and she swallowed uneasily. "I'm afraid ..."
Yet, she craved it. An image of King mounting another dog formed in her mind. Her mouth would be the other dog. She would be the bitch. She nodded her approval before she could change her mind. Quickly, she got down on the floor.
"Like this?" she asked excitedly.
"Yes," Katherine hissed. "Lean your head back." She climbed off the bed and snapped her fingers. King leaped to her side, whimpering annoyingly. She stroked his head. "You're gonna get it now, boy, don't worry. The right way."
Jean trembled, waiting for Katherine to help the dog into position. "Hurry," she urged, her voice straining, cracking. "Hurry!"
The tall blonde led the giant Wolf-German Shepherd between Jean's
outstretched legs, allowing King to lick her face before she helped him up. "Okay, my horny pet, she's all yours." She tapped the bed with her hand, and King barked, immediately understanding. He had done it this way often enough.
Jean moaned and uttered a childlike gasp. The monstrous dog slapped his huge paws on the bed and blanketed her head with his body.
Jean gazed in panic and lust at the gargantuan cock angled for her mouth. She wiggled into a better position. In the blink of an eye, King was jabbing her face, aiming haphazardly, furiously trying to plant his doggie cock in her mouth. Whimpering and dancing on his back legs, King stabbed Jean's face, seeking entry to the wetness of her mouth. But he couldn't find it. His prick jabbed her teeth, her cheeks, and her chin, everywhere but where he wanted.
Finally, as Jean adjusted her head to accommodate him, he found his mark and his prick delved headlong into her waiting mouth. He let out a woeful howl, mercilessly jabbing, relentlessly thrusting
Jean gagged and choked, his prick spearing down her throat, stretching her wide. She understood why Katherine had chosen this way for her first experience in doggie sucking. There was no way she could change her mind, she belonged to the dog and there was no opportunity to get away. She was grateful to the blonde for her decision. Jean knew the dog's first jab would have thrown her into a panic and she would have taken her mouth away. His cock tearing into her throat made her concentrate on him. The initial shock had passed and she gripped his haunches, holding him, feeling the power of his slamming body. Her hands flowed up and down his humping frame, her fingers digging into his fur. She experienced strange and wonderful sensations as her mouth was stuffed with doggie cock, and she wallowed in it. She was actually sucking a dog's cock! It staggered her mind.
Having found the warm wetness of Jean's mouth and throat, King went insane. Having been tortured for so long, he fucked her face savagely, burrowing his cock in her throat with his massive, pointed cock tip leading the way. He leaned forward for maximum depth, his huge paws firmly planted on the bed, his back paws prancing, maintaining his balance as he wildly fucked the sucking mouth in front of him.
Jean found herself shaking in desire. The doggie cock in her mouth was more than she had asked for, wildly exotic and wantonly exciting! She used her tongue, experimenting, enjoying, sucking, and her teeth grazing along his thick prick while he rammed her to the hilt.
King howled in raging excitement as her teeth dug along his
sensitive prick, his mighty body lashing his cock into her throat
at a reckless speed. His prick swelled and his balls ached, his
heavy load multiplying.
Jean was delirious. She sucked and whipped her tongue along his cock, grating her teeth along the length as he whipped it in and out of her mouth. Reaching under him, she caressed the balls that would soon rupture and drench her with their burdensome load of cum. She could already feel the warm doggie jism oozing down her throat.
She was so caught up in the dog's fury that her pussy was creaming against itself. But she still was not prepared for the next thirty seconds.
King's neck stretched to the limit as he glared toward the ceiling, his black eyes rolling. The next flurry of blows brought a fireball of jism out his spitting cock tip. He roared his rage, his prick gushing a bubbling outpour of doggie goo into Jean's gurgling throat.
Jean drank it. Thick clumps of cum splattered against the back of her throat and before she could swallow it all, more followed. A steady barrage of thick wads turned into a river of cum. It flooded her mouth, her throat, and gushed from her nose. She choked and spluttered, doggie cum seeping out the sides of her clinging lips with each horrendous plunge of his prick.
Even with the awesome load, Jean never faltered. She swallowed as much as was humanly possible, her cheeks full of doggie cum. It poured down her throat. She took the dog's savage pace, He yelped, humping her face, his hind legs performing some kind of erotic dance to keep his balance. His prick plowing her tight throat with a constant deluge of hot molten doggie sperm.
Jean swooned under the devastating attack. She used her teeth on his plowing prick, driving and urging him to greater feats of speed. She sucked his thick cock and drank his river of cum before it dried up into a last few dying spurts.
She held him, refusing to let him go. She was in shock, her teeth clamped onto his prick. Her body was stunned, cum dribbling from her nose and her lips.
King growled his discontent and battled the imprisoning mouth. He sprang forward, landing on the bed, his aching prick finally free from the maniac who had tortured him.
Katherine stared at Jean, an expression of disbelief on her face. Jean did it on her first try! She saw the cum oozing from the dazed woman
“How did I do?" Jean asked in a daze.
"Fabulous!"
“You think Harry will like it?"
"He'll cream his pants. Now, you go shower and come down to breakfast."
Jean nodded, still overwhelmed. She hauled herself to
her feet. She swung her ass on the way to the bathroom as if she
were selling it on a street corner.
"You certainly know how to pick them, Mr. Adams," Katherine
muttered to herself. The spent Wolf-German Shepherd lay on the floor licking his cock clean. “Mister, you certainly have got one fantastic wife!" Katherine whispered to herself.
To be continued
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