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CHAPTER FIVE

Molly was on a spiral of depravity, following a descent into greater degradation. One thing led to another. Her initial intention had been simply to coax the dog into tonguing her cunt until she creamed. That had led to the idea of jerking him off, as a sort of reward for the pussy lapping he had done. But as she handled his big prick, Molly got carried away and decided to let him shoot in her face, then to let him shoot in between her parted lips. Finally, she had tongued his cockhead, then taken it into her mouth and sucked the animal off.

Now that, in turn had led her to the concept of getting fucked by the mastiff.

Molly, a short time ago, would have been startled by the idea of getting fucked by a dog, but, taking it step by step, she had worked her way up to what now seemed the logical conclusion.

The big dog was still angled before her, his forepaws on either side of her hips and his still-stiff prick jutting out over her belly. The head of his cock was wet with Molly's spit. Her lips were wet with the dog's cream. She kissed the tip of his prick again.

Molly was wondering how to fuck Samson.

She had never fucked an animal before and she wasn't sure if it would be possible to do it face to face. She knew that she could get down on all fours and get fucked like a bitch, but in that position she would not be able to see the dog.

If Molly was going to get fucked by a dog, she damned well wanted to watch the brute as he fucked her.

She figured that they would probably fuck in the same basic position they were in at the moment. The mastiff had fucked her in the mouth like that, so why not up the cunt?

She kissed and tongued his knob again, making sure that he was as hard and hot as possible.

Samson whined and his hindquarters rippled, ready to start humping again. The dog had learned a new trick and he figured he would be fucking the woman in the mouth again, since that seemed to be the way that humans did it.

His cockhead pushed against her lips, then skimmed along her cheek. He whined when he did not get his cock into her mouth. He sounded so pitiful that Molly giggled.

"You really liked that blowjob, didn't you, fella?" she said. "You loved to come in my mouth, eh? Well, maybe sometime I'll suck you off again… but now it's time to go fuckies."

She gave his cockhead a last lick, then folded her fist around the base and began to push him down lower. The powerful dog resisted, not wanting his cock to retreat from her wonderful and mysterious mouth… a mouth like a cunt.

Molly arched, tilting her groin up.

The hot scent of her cunt drifted up to the dog and he began to get the idea, to realize that human women were versatile and could get fucked in either end. He stopped resisting and allowed Molly to lower his big cock into her crotch.

"I sure hope this works," she said.

Molly began rubbing his cockhead around in her foaming pussy, using it like a meaty spoon to stir her creamy cunt. Her cunt-lips sucked on his swollen knob and her fuck button sparked as his hot prickmeat ran over it. Samson was yelping, quivering all over, and all set to hump away but waiting until his bone was buried. Fuck aromas drifted up from her groin. Molly couldn't tell what was hotter, her cunt or the dog's cock. They were both so fiery hot that she half expected them to melt together and wind up cast into one.

That led to another thought. She knew that dogs often got stuck together after they had fucked. Was it possible that the dog's cock might get stuck up her? It was worrying and slightly amusing, as well. What if she had to wait there, with the dog stuck up her, until her husband got home and threw a bucket of cold water over them? Still, Molly was so eager to get fucked by the big mastiff now that, even had she known for a fact that they would get stuck together, she would have fucked the dumb brute, anyhow.

She stirred his prick knob up and down her cuntcrack.

Her pussy-lips had unfurled like the petals of a fleshy pink blossom, turning almost inside out. Her fuckslit had opened into an oval and that oval slot was full of cunt-juice. The dog held steady and Molly humped a little, fucking against his cockhead.

Then she began to feed his prick into her.

Molly smiled as she realized that it was going to work in this position, with her ass perched on the very edge of the couch and the dog's hindquarters on the floor.

She slipped his meaty prickhead into her fuckslot.

Samson whimpered. His cock throbbed. His knob was buried and the rest of his hairy prickshaft stood out between them like a shaggy bridge – spanning the gap between her cunt and his balls, or a furry pipeline set to deliver the oil of his lust into her fuck tank. The dog began to salivate, his drool falling onto her tits and belly. Molly was drooling a bit herself in anticipation of the great fuck she was about to have poured into her.

Holding his cock by the root, she allowed the dog to slide his prick up her pussyhole little by little, enjoying the slow approach, feeling him go deeper and deeper, little by little. The mastiff was humping now, but her hand kept him from shoving the full length of his long fat prick up into her soaking cunt.

Her pussy walls were being spread and stretched by the width of that doggy cock.

Molly purred with the pleasure of it. The mastiff's cock was truly massive. It was bigger than her husband's cock, both in length and in breadth. It was stretching her pussy out farther than it had ever been stretched before. When he finally got it all stuck up her, his prickhead was going to go deeper than any prick had been before, opening up virgin territory inside her cunt.

Molly loved that idea.

She released the mastiff's cock, her hand sliding down onto his swollen balls. Samson humped again and this time, unrestrained, he drove the length of his cockmeat up inside her pussy. The dog was balls-deep up her cunt, buried to the root. They held that full penetration for a moment, as Molly thrilled to the sensation of having her cunt stuffed to the brim with dog prick and the mastiff savored the joy of having every inch of his throbbing cock embedded in hot cunt. His cock was throbbing inside her pussy and Molly's cunt muscles began to work on it, clamping tightly around his prickmeat, gripping the contours of his cock in her slippery flesh.

Her pussy sucked on his cock like a mouth… just as, before, he had fucked her mouth like a cunt. As her cunt muscles rippled, it felt to him as if she had some secret hand inside her pussy, frigging him off. They weren't humping yet, just holding steady with the dog's cock buried to the balls while Molly's pussy caressed it.

His cockhead was deep in her cunt. It felt like a lump of smoking iron smoldering away up there, at the far end of his thundering, hairy fuckstick. Molly sighed and purred.

She began to move first.

The brunette gave a little push with her hips, fucking in two or three inches of his cock. Although his massive fuck-tool was a tight fit, her pussy was so well lubricated by her cunt-juice that she slid easily up and down on his big prick.

Samson whined and his back legs scrambled on the carpet as he braced himself for the assault.

Then he began to fuck her frantically.

He pulled out until only the head of his prick remained in her fuckhole, then drove his whole huge cockshaft into her again. Cunt-juice sprayed out, pumped out by his huge, tightly hugged prick. Molly fucked with him, with counterpoint strokes. As the dog plowed in, she jammed her crotch down to meet him, and as he wrenched his cock away she rolled her hips, winding her fuckhole around his retreating cockmeat. Her ass churned on the edge of the couch and her belly heaved.

"Fuck… fuck… fuck…" she urged.

And that was just what the doggy was doing. Samson's hairy haunches slammed in, shoveling his cock up her pussy like a bestial stoker feeding phallic fuel to her fiery furnace.

He was tilting her pelvis up and down on his furious thrusts, lifting her ass, driving her hips in a wild dance. Molly moaned and whimpered, loving it, loving to be stuffed full of doggy cock and eager to feel the hot rush of his jism as he filled her cunt with his load. He was fucking in so deep that she would not have been surprised if the head of his prick had suddenly come sliding into her mouth from out of her throat. She felt as if she had been skewered by his cockmeat, like a pig roasting on a spit.

Molly drew his big blunt head down to her tits. The dog obediently began to lick at her nipples, adding a new sensation to the incandescent fires of her cunt.

She threw her legs around him, hooking her thighs over his haunches and locking her heels behind his grinding ass. Her thigh muscles tightened, drawing him into her cunt, then relaxed as he pulled back out. His cock came out dripping with pussy-juice. It was getting bigger and bigger with every stroke as the friction of cock and cunt inspired the brute to even greater lust.

Molly gasped as she shook her hipbones on his prick and spread her cunt walls wider and wider. Her skeleton was being rattled by the fury of his savage assault. Molly felt as if the powerful animal was going to fuck her apart.

His swollen balls swung in, slapping against her ass like the clapper of a meaty bell. His tail was swirling around like a propeller, driving his cock into her. He ran his tongue up her cleavage and lapped at her face and mouth and Molly, abandoned to her lust, sucked the dog's tongue into her mouth and worked her own tongue against it in a wild French kiss, coupling them at both ends. Doggy drool ran into her mouth and down her throat. She gurgled as she swallowed it, as his long wet tongue caressed the soft flesh of her mouth.

The dog's spine arched deeply as he drove his haunches in, slamming his cockmeat up her cunt as far as it would go. Molly arched, too, as she shoved her pussy down to meet him. The dog was growling and yelping and panting, and Molly was making sounds every bit as bestial, lost in animal lust.

Her pussy began to throb around his prick.

She tried to hold back, to wait for the dog to shoot his jism up her cunt before she climaxed.

"Come," she whimpered. "Oh, sweet Jesus, pour that hot, thick cum up my fuckhole!"

Samson was fucking so fast now that his haunches were a mere blur, driving in and out with lightning strokes, slamming the mighty thunderbolt of his cock into her pussy for all he was worth.

A spasm shook her.

"Shoot in me… shoot up me!" she wailed, unable to hold back any longer, yearning for his hot jism to fill her pussy as she creamed. "Pour it into me now!"

She felt his prick give a great throbbing surge, spreading her cunt even wider. A moment later the dog howled, and Molly felt a volcanic river of thick dog cum pour into her pussy. She cried out with the joy of it and let her own orgasm come rushing into her cunt. Her cream gushed out, blending with the dog cum, and her clit exploded.

Samson fucked on, filling her with spurt after spurt, shooting another dose with every stroke. Cum and cunt-juice cascaded down her crotch in a foaming rivulet. Her fuckhole was filled to the brim with his cockmeat and there was no room for their mingled cream. It poured out of her as the dog plunged in. The edge of the couch was dripping with their thick cum-juices and a dark stain spread out on the floor under her ass. She jerked and twitched, lost in her orgasm, every nerve in her body carrying a current of lust, desire bubbling in her blood, her mind dissolving with her ecstasy.

His hairy prick slammed in again and again, and recoiled, shooting the jism into her and driving his haunches back as the slimy jet sped from his knob into her cunt.

Each time she felt another load of doggy cum rush up into her fuckhole, Molly shuddered with another spasm of her own coming.

The mastiff fucked his cock and balls dry and, in the process, fucked Molly's coming to sweet termination.

They slowed, still grinding together but at a more leisurely pace. Molly smiled dreamily. Samson's tongue lolled out and his amber eyes glowed with his contentment. His cum was still flowing into her, but only in a trickle now, and the abundant rush of her cunt-juice had been reduced to a seepage.

The last spasm shook her and, with a sigh, she stopped moving. The dog fed another stroke into her but this time no jism came out, for he was drained.

They remained coupled for a few minutes, both panting with exertion and satiation. Molly felt his prick start to soften and shrink inside her dripping cunt. She took it by the hilt and slowly pulled the dog's prick out of her pussy. It slid out easily; they had not gotten stuck together, after all. His hairy fuckrod pulled out, then the slippery naked meat of his cockhead popped free. A flood of cum and cunt-juice poured out from her vacated pussy.

Molly leaned down and she took the dog's prick into her mouth, sucking the cum and pussy nectar from his cockmeat. Then she pushed his big head into her groin to let the dog lap her creamy pussy, replacing fuck juice with his hot slobber.

She lay back, satisfied. Samson moved away, equally contented, and curled up on the floor. His prick was drawing back into his body now and his balls had collapsed.

Molly wondered how long it would be before that big brute could get another hard-on. She hoped it would be soon. Molly felt no misgivings or regrets for having sucked and fucked with a dog. On the contrary, she was delighted that she had discovered the joys of bestiality and she had every intention of doing it again… lots of times.

Like cuntsucking with Claire, fucking a dog was a wonderful way to get her rocks off without committing adultery with a man. Molly intended to be promiscuous in her newfound pleasure, fucking and sucking with every dog she could.

And, thrilled by the naughty things she had done, Molly was dying to tell Claire about it. She decided to telephone her sexy blonde friend right away. Maybe Claire would like to fuck dogs, too. Maybe – Molly thought Claire would like to suck the dog's cum out of Molly's cunt! Molly went to the telephone.

It was going to prove a fateful telephone call.