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CHAPTER THREE

Mike Rowley drew his pickup truck up into the driveway of the Dupont house and got out. He knew that Harry Dupont would not be at home but, just to be on the safe side, he had brought a table that he had refinished for the Duponts.

Mike was horny.

He had been horny ever since that abortive session with Claire, when he'd played with her tits and she had rubbed his cock and balls through his pants… and then refused to go any further. He had been laid since then – fucking a local farm girl in a haystack, in fact – but he still lusted for elegant, sexy Claire. He had, in his own words, the hots for the blonde.

He intended to have her today, one way or the other. If she was willing, wonderful; if not, he was damned well going to force her. He wasn't worried about being charged with rape. He figured that Claire would not dare let her husband know about that abortive necking session that had inspired his lust.

Tall and good looking, in a rough way, Mike walked up to the front door, carrying the table. He put the table down, then knocked on the door. There was no answer. After a moment, he knocked again. His face had been fixed in a leer, ready to greet the woman when she opened the door. Now the leer became a frown, then a scowl.

Where was that cock-teasing bitch?

He knocked again, savagely.

If that prick-teasing tramp was off getting her ass fucked off by some other guy…

"Damn it, c'mon!" he shouted.

His cock was semi-hard and his balls were full.

Maybe she had just gone to the local store and would be right back, he reasoned. Her car was there, so she couldn't have gone very far… unless she had gone with someone else, some lucky guy! Not that Mike gave a damn if Claire fucked around, as long as he got his share. He figured that once he had fucked her the first time, she would want plenty more of his cock meat. He was looking forward to an affair, fucking her three or four times a week when her husband was in town. It was too good an arrangement to pass up.

Mike decided to wait.

He tried the door.

It opened. He hesitated, then shrugged and took the table into the spacious front hall. He put it down and went through into the large, oak-beamed living room. Mike knew where the liquor cabinet was, since he had fitted it. He poured himself a whisky.

He sat down to wait.

His cock was aching. After a moment he grinned and opened his fly, hauling his cock and balls out. His prick was fully erect now and it was an impressive sight. He gazed down at his fuck meat fondly. He liked his prick for the pleasure it gave him and he admired it for its size and contours.

The knob towered up to his belly button.

His cockhead was dark purple and so hot that it had started to throb. His piss-slit was parted and preliminary jism glistened in the slot. A thick, dark vein pounded up the underside of his prick shaft, and his balls were like over-inflated balloons.

He wrapped his callused fist around the root and gave his cock a long, slow pull.

His prick throbbed in his hand.

If the bitch ain't home soon, I'm gonna just have to beat myself off, he thought. Maybe he could find a bra or a pair of her used panties and shoot his wad into them. It would be better than nothing. But he was determined to wait as long as he could stand it, to keep that big hard-on for Claire, if he could. She had felt his prick, but she hadn't taken it out and seen it. Mike felt confident that once the woman got a look at his impressive cockmeat, she would be unable to resist him, that she would yearn for a cuntful of his big fuck-tool.

Mike sipped his drink.

He gave his prick another slow stroke, causing the knob to flare out like the head of a hooded cobra about to strike as his fist skinned the foreskin back.

Mike grinned at his cock.

What a beauty, he thought.

Mike reckoned that he had the biggest prick in the county.

That wasn't quite true. It was not, for instance, as big as the mastiff's cock, not to mention the stallion!

Molly hadn't bothered to put her clothing on as she escorted Claire to the door. The two women had made plans to get together for another cuntsucking session soon. The prospect was so thrilling that Molly was thinking that she might finger-fuck herself a little, after Claire had left, remembering what they had done.

At the door, they kissed, entwining tongue and rubbing bellies and tits together. Claire was dressed, but Molly was naked, and Claire slipped a hand between the brunette's legs and gave her cunt a squeeze. Molly purred and rubbed against her.

"We'd better not start this again, or I'll never get home," Claire said, drawing away.

Now Molly knew that she was going to have to frig her pussy, for she was all hot and horny again.

Claire went out and walked across the yard, looking back and smiling. Molly watched her ass sway provocatively and remembered what it had been like to wallow between those smooth thighs. Molly wished that Claire were just arriving, instead of departing, that the cuntsucking session was about to start, instead of having ended. Despite the lovely come she had had on Claire's face, Molly was still horny as hell and in the mood to be daring and imaginative… in the mood, in fact, that was going to suit the mastiff just fine.

Samson looked up when Claire came out of the house. Claire didn't notice him, because she was walking in the other direction. The big dog clambered to his feet, sniffing. Now the scent of hot cunt was stronger than ever. His head swayed. He watched Claire walk away, taking one of those delicious aromas with her. The other aroma was still coming from the house. He looked that way… and saw Molly standing, stark naked, in the doorway.

Samson began to walk slowly toward the farmhouse, his prick jutting out under his belly, so long that the knob reached his mighty chest. It looked as if he were walking astride a pole.

Molly started to close the door.

Then she noticed the dog.

Samson's red tongue was hanging out and that was the first aspect of the brute that Molly noticed. She was shocked at her own thoughts. Molly had never had sex with an animal and had seldom even thought of such a thing, but at the moment she was in the mood where anything and everything of a sensual nature appealed to her. What would it feel like to have a dog's long, wet tongue slapping up her cunt? she wondered. She guessed that a dog would enjoy a snack of pussy. It wasn't a really wicked thing, she told herself, it wasn't as if she were fucking him or anything. And thinking about fucking, the horny woman naturally glanced down at the dog's cock and she gave a little gasp when she saw that it was hard as iron and about a foot long.

The mastiff approached warily.

Molly didn't know if she should close the door or if she should invite the dog inside. She had already decided to let him lap her cunt, but seeing his hard-on made her nervous. Obviously, the dog was going to expect something in return for his cuntlapping. He was a huge brute and Molly wouldn't want to make him angry. Still, she did want that tongue. And that massive prick looked inviting, as well! I guess it wouldn't do any harm to jerk him off, she reasoned. It would give him some relief, and I could get my cunt lapped, and just giving him a handjob isn't really very naughty. Molly managed to convince herself that it would all be only harmless fun, just as cuntsucking with Claire had been.

The woman honestly believed that all she was going to do was to jerk the dog off.

Molly should have known better.

"C'mon, boy," she called.

Samson cocked his head and stood just below the steps. The woman seemed friendly and she didn't have a stick in her hand… and her cunt was sending out those compelling signals. She stepped back, holding the door open. The mastiff made up his mind. He bounded up the steps and into the hallway. Molly patted him on the head.

"Nice doggy," she said.

She knelt down, rubbing his big head and neck. The dog licked at her stiff nipple, his tongue long and wet, causing Molly to shiver.

"Oh, yes… what a nice doggy," she purred. "Do you want a nice snack of pussy, boy?"

As if the dumb brute understood her words, he ran his tongue up the inside of her thigh. She shivered again. Oh, shit! This is gonna be a real ball! she thought. She figured that it was sort of depraved to let a dog tongue her cunt and to jerk him off, but the idea was all the more exciting because of that depravity.

"Follow me, fella," she urged, standing and turning.

She walked down the hallway. Samson followed at her heels. She paused, glancing back to make sure that the dog was following. Samson thrust his big snout against her ass and began to tongue the firm globes.

"Oooooh," she sighed.

Molly liked to get her ass tongued. She had loved it when Claire had rimmed her out and now she placed her hands on the cheeks of her ass and spread them apart, bending over from the waist. The dog began to run his tongue up the crack of her ass and slap it moistly against the taut brown eye of her asshole. Molly squirmed with the pleasure of it. She bent over lower. Samson lapped merrily away. His tongue made juicy slurping sounds as it slid around in her ass.

Bending over that way, presenting her ass to him, it dawned on Molly that it would be possible for the big brute to hop up and mount her. It would be possible for him to actually fuck her with that massive hunk of dog meat!

Her pussy rippled at the thought.

Oh no! she told herself. I'll jerk him off but I won't fuck him. That would be just too wicked.

Molly wasn't ready for that idea yet, but the thought had been implanted in her horny mind. She swayed, grinding and humping, as the dog continued to tongue her ass with such gusto. It felt wonderful. Just think what that tongue was going to do to her cunt! As much as she was enjoying having her asshole lapped, Molly was too eager to get her pussy tongued to delay any longer. She straightened up, releasing the cheeks of her ass. They rolled together, clamping the mastiff's tongue in the vise of her ass cleavage. He drew it out with a slurp.

"I've got something tastier than asshole for you, boy," Molly told him when he looked up at her, his gaze inquisitive and a bit disappointed that she had taken that delicious feast away from him. But he looked hopeful, as well, sensing that he was in for a rare treat today. The dog had never licked a human asshole before – if this woman let him do that, she might let him do all sorts of things.

Molly went into the living room, Samson following obediently at her heels and sniffing at her ass.

She sat on the couch, her ass perched on the very edge and her legs extended and parted. The dog gazed at her hairy, juicy cunt. It made Molly tremble, the way he looked at her, his animal lust so evident that she thought she could actually feel his eyes burn into her cuntflesh like amber laser beams.

"Hot pussy, fella," she purred.

She spread her cunt wide open with her fingers, exposing her dark inner pussy flesh, streaked with juice.

"Come and get it, boy, lap it up," she commanded.

Samson moved closer, his head thrust out, his red tongue hanging from the side of his jaw. Molly noticed how big his fangs were and had a moment of doubt, but she was far too hot by this time to let such considerations halt the proceedings.

"Tongue my cunt," she urged, lust contorting her face so that she looked like an animal herself, some sleek feline in heat. "Lap the pussy-juice out of me!"

The mastiff pushed his snout into her foaming cunt. His cold nose bumped against her fuck button and Molly gasped. Then his hot tongue began to lap up her pussy-lips. He tongued her with long, slurping strokes, his tongue flattened as it slithered up her soaking fuck slot. Cunt-juice sprayed out in a mist.

"Oh, God!" Molly moaned as she found out what it felt like to have a dog's tongue slapping up her pussy. She arched her back, staring down along the line of her smooth belly, seeing the dog's massive head busily lapping away at her cunt. The sight was almost as thrilling as the feel of his tongue. A dog is licking my cunt! she thought, relishing the depravity of the act.

Samson seemed to be enjoying it as much as Molly. He had never lapped a human cunt before and he found it exciting and stimulating. His big cock was hammering wildly but he was willing to ignore it, for the moment, as he savored the feast.

His long red tongue slid right up inside her fuckhole, and her pussy walls pulled and sucked on it.

Molly squirmed on the edge of the couch, her ass whipping from side to side. The mastiff's tongue was all over her crotch, slobbering into her cunt, soaking her with foamy saliva. She saw his tongue flick up from below her pussymound. It sprayed cunt-juice and her red fuck flesh was streaked with the stuff. He was long-lapping, tonguing all the way up from her asshole to her pussymound. Molly was panting steadily, a background noise punctuated by the steady slurping of the mastiff's tongue and the squashing sounds that her cunt was making. Molly closed her thighs around his head, clamping him to her. Then she threw them wide open again, giving him full freedom to move around in her crotch, free access to her cunt.

The big brute was shoving his muzzle against her now, as if he wanted to fuck her cunt with his snout.

His tongue slithered up her fuckhole, driving her wild. Molly began to pull at her nipples, adding another sensation to her fiery body. Her fat tit-tips exploded in her fingers. She cried out, gasping and wailing. Her hand slid down and she began to finger her clit, feeling the dog's tongue slurp over the stiff bud of flesh. Her pelvis jabbed down and the dog's black nose vanished into her cunt. Ribbons of pussy-juice poured out of her and ran down her crotch, only to be lapped up as the dog's tongue slid upward.

The mastiff was whimpering and whining now, as he savored this strange new dog food, not really knowing what was happening, or why. But he knew that it made him feel wonderful and that his cock was getting bigger and harder and hotter with every tongueful of cunt-juice that he lapped from her pussy, as if his cock were magically connected to his tongue by some internal clockwork.

He slapped his tongue up her cunt-lips.

Molly closed her legs again, then opened them again. She fingered her clit and plucked at her nipples. She stroked the dog's head. She stared down, seeing the top of his head framed between the inner slopes of her fat tits. Leaning forward and craning her neck, she could watch the brute's tongue slip and slide up her hairy fuckhole. The sight was thrilling. She tilted to the side and looked under the dog.

"God," she gasped, when she saw how truly massive his cock had become now as the beast became more and more aroused. It looked at least a foot long. His shaggy prickshaft was broad and throbbing and the huge slab of his red cockhead flared out, pulsing, the cleft parted. She saw a few drops of jism ooze from his cockhead and run sluggishly down his red prick meat, then drip onto the carpet. Her eyes got bigger and bigger. It was going to be fun to jerk that massive hunk of dogmeat off, Molly thought – because Molly still honestly believed that that was all she was going to do with the mastiff's prick, just frig him off with her hand. She didn't even realize that she was drooling, spit running over her lips and down her chin.

Molly spread her cunt-lips open with her hands, so that the frenzied doggy could lap right up inside her, laving the walls of her cunt. She stuffed his tongue up her pussy as far as it would go and worked her crotch around on his snout.

A spasm shook her.

She had come, suddenly and unexpectedly. But she was not finished. Under the attention of that wonderful tongue, Molly wanted to cream time and again.

"Lap it up, you wonderful doggy," she purred as Samson slurped at the juices of her first coming.

The dog yelped. He could taste the difference between her normal juices and the juices of her orgasm and found the new release even more delicious. He lapped her cunt throughout her climax, then began to lap her right back toward another.

Molly threw her legs around his haunches and hooked her knees, bringing her feet down under his loins. She began to rub his cock between her heels. She could feel it swell and throb and she was tempted to jerk him off that way. But then she slowed her strokes. She didn't want him to shoot when she could not see the head of his cock and watch the hot jism spurt out of him. His balls were so huge that she knew the brute must have a massive load of jizz stored up. She longed to see it shoot out of him. She figured that maybe she should let him shoot on her belly and tits, that it would be thrilling to feel dog cum spurt onto her flesh.

She was rising to the crest again.

Waves of joy coursed across her belly, shot down from her stiff nipples and ran up her legs.

The dog's tongue slapped and flashed. His huge prick vibrated between her heels as she slowly foot-stroked him. He began to hump, fucking her between the feet. Reluctantly, she drew her heels away, afraid that he was going to come before she was in a position to see the jism rush out of his cock.

His haunches bunched with muscle. His tail lashed from side to side like a rudder guiding his movements.

"Oooooh!" she squealed, as his tongue flattened and slid across her fiery fuck button.

Her hips were shooting out and jolting up and down, and she was rolling her pelvis from side to side. A wave crashed through her. For a second, she thought that she had come again. But then a second wave rushed into her pussy, higher than the first, and she realized that she was in the throes of a multiple orgasm.

"Lap it – lap my pussy!" she wailed.

She was panting like a steam engine. Samson was panting, too, and his hot doggy breath billowed right up inside her cunt. She was so hot that she thought she might ignite.

A third wave of joy rushed through her, then a fourth. Then they were coming so fast, one upon the other, that all the separate waves were blending into one prolonged spasm of bliss. Molly was at the crest – and she stayed there. Her whole body vibrated and shook and she felt as if she were dissolving. Her total awareness was centered upon her cunt as it melted on the dog's tongue.

"Lap up my cream!" she cried.

His tongue was gathering the cunt-juice up. His throat pulsed as she swallowed her fuck juice hungrily.

Molly cried out at the peak of her ecstasy.

Then the final waves crashed through her. Her cunt opened up like a floodgate and a river of cunt-juice cascaded over the dog's eager tongue and into his mouth.

Molly's jerking motions slowed, then stopped.

A blissful smile turned up her lips and a dreamy took came into her flashing eyes. She stroked the mastiff's broad head. The brute was still dutifully lapping away, content to be feasting on the horny woman's delicious cunt. She was tempted to let him carry on, knowing that in a few more minutes her pussy would begin the ascent to yet another orgasm as he tongued her. But for the moment, Molly's cunt was satiated, and she was eager to play with the dog's huge prick and to pull the jism out of him.

She gently drew his muzzle from her crotch.

The mastiff looked up at her inquisitively, cocking his head to one side and letting his tongue loll out. Molly could see streaks of her cunt-juice on his red lapper. The sight drove her wild. Spit ran down her chin.

She leaned forward and took the dog's head between her hands, holding him steady. Then she sucked his tongue into her mouth and sucked her own cunt-juice from his doggy meat. His tongue stiffened as her lips pulled on it.

"I'm going to give you a treat now, for being such a lovely doggy," Molly told him.

As if he understood, Samson yelped.

She leaned back and patted the couch beside her. The mastiff hesitated, then hopped up, placing one forepaw on either side of the woman's hips. His prick loomed up over her belly, the massive knot of his wedge-shaped cockhead aimed at her fat tits.

For a moment, Molly just looked at it.

Untouched, his cockhead flared and his prickshaft throbbed. His balls were like over-inflated balloons.

Then Molly folded her hand around the root of his fuck rod and prepared to jerk the dog off. Molly actually knew herself better than that. She certainly realized that she was horny by nature, so why think only of jerking that sweet prick off, when there were so many nicer things to do with it?

Like sucking it, say…