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we're right on it. It's a different story, locating another woman's clit. Now, if I were to
we're right on it. It's a different story, locating another woman's clit. Now, if I were to
ask you to locate a cock..." Sally supposed Helen was right. She'd found her clit easily enough, of course, when Duke was fucking her, but then, she'd had the dog's cock to watch as a guide, while it was pounding in and out of Helen's cunt. Sally concentrated. She started looking for reactions in Helen. The brunette had a way of giving a sudden little jerk whenever she finally found her clit. Following these clues, Sally eventually got the hang of it. She located the taut little tip of Helen's half-hidden sex button and began to torture it mercilessly. "Oooohhhhhh... Ooohhhh, yes!" Helen whimpered. "That's the way! That's the way, Sally!" Sally worked over her friend's clit, until she realized she was getting a little bored. What she was after was her pussy hole. She'd never had her fingers up a woman's snatch before. The blonde let her finger drift down from Helen's pebble-hard clit. She felt the slick inner lips wriggling past her fingertip again. Then her finger seemed to drop into a puckered depression, a rubbery pit. The pit flowered open hungrily, inviting her finger inside. She'd found Helen's pussy hole. Sally positioned herself so that she could see what she was doing. She reached down with her hand and pried Helen's pussy lips apart. Now she could see what was under her fingertips - a pulsing, petalled opening, gushing hot juices, inviting her inside. |
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Sally shoved downward with her forefinger. She saw and felt Helen's vaginal sphincter
Sally shoved downward with her forefinger. She saw and felt Helen's vaginal sphincter
muscles resist a moment, then relax, letting the finger inside. It sank in slowly, moving more easily as more and more of the slippery lubricant squirted over its length Sally felt hot wet flesh close until it was buried all the way to the last knuckle. She began swirling the finger around inside Helen's pussy hole. The elastic flesh gave, then clasped hotly around her invading finger. "Mmmmnnnnn," Helen sighed. "Shove another finger up inside me, Sally dear." Sally started adding fingers. She was amazed how much Helen could take. When she had three fingers up inside the other woman's cunt, she started fucking them steadily in and out. But it wasn't enough for Helen. "More... more!" she panted. Sally added a fourth finger. She cupped her hand, forming the four fingers as much as possible into one thick short shaft and continued finger-fucking Helen with them. No, fist-fucking would be a better word. She had her whole fucking hand up her friend's cunt, sluicing wetly in and out of that slippery cunt hole. Yet, she knew Helen didn't have a sloppy cunt. It had clasped tightly enough around her single finger, when that's all she had filling it. But it had accommodated itself to two fingers, then three, then four, all the time holding them snugly, wetly, lovingly. The truth was, the crouching blonde decided, Helen had a very strong and elastic cunt. A cunt made to take, and appreciate, anything that came its way. It was a thrill for Sally to see her bunched fingers disappearing up into Helen's cunt. |
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But she ached to do more. To throw herself body and soul into making love to her
But she ached to do more. To throw herself body and soul into making love to her
friend. That meant eating Helen's snatch. That would be the pay-off, when she pressed her mouth to her friend's juicy twat. But could she do it? A couple of hours ago, she would have hotly denied that she could ever do anything so... so disgusting. But now, after the way Helen had eaten her hotly responding box, and after participating when Helen had gotten the dog to fuck her. Well, nothing seemed impossible any more, She didn't say anything special to Helen. She merely crawled in between the other woman's outstretched legs, her hand still shoved up her twat. Helen seemed to know what she intended from the start. "Oh, yes, Sally. Go ahead! Do it... do it!" the brunette panted. Sally took her fingers from Helen's cunt. They pulled out of that juicy pit with a loud sucking sound. She looked at her hand, shiny and dripping with juice. No doubt some of it was dog cum, well mixed in with Helen's copiously flowing pussy nectar. Well, that should make it all the more exciting. Sally moved her face down toward Helen's waiting snatch. When she was close enough, its musky perfume filled her nostrils. Pink wet flesh gaped open, framed by wisps of dark curly pussy hair. Could she do it? Could she really put her mouth and tongue against all that hairy, fleshy wetness? No point in thinking about it. To back out now would let her friend down. |
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Sally took in a big gulp of air and buried her face between Helen's sleek thighs. She felt
Sally took in a big gulp of air and buried her face between Helen's sleek thighs. She felt
wet flesh squirm against her lips. Her nose was being tickled by silky pussy hair. This close all she could smell was cunt, cunt, cunt. Crotch honey ran into her mouth, gagging her at first. Breathing in through her nose, Sally forced her tongue out past her lips. She felt its sensitive tip slither deep into Helen's pussy slit. "A-aa-aaa-aaaa-aaaahhhh!" she heard Helen choke in ecstasy. The tall brunette's entire body jerked spasmodically. Her legs bucked, sending her crotch pounding up against Sally's face. That did it for Sally. That made it all okay, knowing she was making her friend feel pleasure. She began to lick and suck enthusiastically, her tongue darting madly against Helen's clit. Her own body began to heat up as she sensed how excited Helen was becoming. She wished someone was eating her box too. She was tempted to squirm around so that Helen could sixty-nine her, but hesitated, believing she should wait until the other woman volunteered. After all, Helen had eaten her once already. Now it was the brunette's turn to get it off. On impulse, she stretched her arms upward, groping over Helen's body until her hands found Helen's tits. She dug her fingers into the resilient mounds, isolating the swollen nipples, and began to pinch and roll them between her thumbs and forefingers. Helen twitched and moaned with renewed vigor. Sally sucked and licked at Helen's clit for several minutes. She was obviously having no trouble finding it now. Not from the way the other woman was whimpering and moaning. "Oh, Sally!" Helen wailed. "You're driving me nuts. My cunt feels like it's on fire! Just keep it up a while longer and I'll cum!" |
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Sally felt a thrill of new excitement. She was going to make her friend cum! Her hotly
Sally felt a thrill of new excitement. She was going to make her friend cum! Her hotly
working mouth and tongue were going to wring an orgasm from another woman's body! Wanting to make it last as long as possible, Sally took her tongue-tip from Helen's clit and ran it quickly down her slit, until she had once again located the woman's vaginal opening. Forming her tongue into a sharppointed spear, she wormed it up into Helen's pussy hole, as far as it would go. Helen's vaginal muscles spasmed, clasping desperately at her intruding tongue. Sally thought for a moment that her tongue was going to be torn out by the roots as Helen's powerful cunt muscles dragged it mercilessly deeper and deeper into its hot slippery interior. A new taste flooded Sally's mouth, different from the taste of the rest of Helen's snatch. A kind of salty taste. The very special taste of hot pulsing cum. No doubt some of it was the taste of Duke's dog cum, still seeping slowly from the depths of Helen's womb. The thought thrilled Sally, rather than repelling her. It added one more dimension to the forbiddeness of what she was doing - sucking another woman's cunt. Gradually Sally won her tongue back, pulling it slowly out of Helen's grasping pussy hole. The young blonde decided it was time to return to Helen's clit. To get her off at last. Helen seemed to be agreeing. "Just a little more, Sally," she panted. "Just a little more and I'll make it..." What neither woman had counted on was the fact they were not alone. About six feet away, Duke lay sprawled on the soft grass, meticulously licking his big cock clean of the |
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last drops of Helen's aromatic pussy juices.
last drops of Helen's aromatic pussy juices.
At first he hadn't paid much attention to the two women. But when he heard his mistress making loud noises, and breathing like a broken steam engine, he raised his head and looked. What he saw made his ears perk up. There, just two yards away, a human female ass was sticking invitingly in the air. Sally's ass, jutting higher than any other part of her body as she crouched, with head buried between Helen's legs. In every case, when Duke had been called on to fuck a woman, he'd mounted the woman from behind. A high-thrust ass was a beacon of pleasure for him. It was a little confusing that this ass didn't belong to his beloved mistress, but it certainly was a functional enough ass for fucking. Sally's tight little snatch stared back at Duke from between her well-rounded thighs. Duke got quickly to his feet and walked over behind Sally. He cocked his head on one side, staring at her cunt. The blonde hair fringing its plumpness, so different than Helen's dark brown muff, was indeed a disconcerting factor. But it certainly smelled like cunt. And the way Sally was writhing excitedly as she lapped Helen's cunt reminded the big animal of the way Helen writhed each time he fucked her. The dog remembered how Helen had reassured him when Sally had earlier put her unfamiliar hand on his sensitive cock. Maybe it was all right. It certainly was worth investigating. The first notice Sally had of the dog's presence was when she felt something cold and wet press against her superheated pussy lips from behind "Yowww!" she yelped, tearing her head away from Helen's cunt. "What was that?" Helen could see Duke standing behind the blonde's ass. "It's just my dog," she said. |
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"He's sniffing your crotch. You know how dogs are about that."
"He's sniffing your crotch. You know how dogs are about that."
"Oh," Sally said. She was debating turning around and pushing the dog away. By now he was snuffling loudly, his icy nose wandering all the way from her asshole to her cunt. Then she felt something wonderfully warm and wet and powerful drag up the sensitive valley of her cunt, starting way down by her clit and ending far up in the crack of her ass. "Oooohhhhhh," Sally moaned, her eyes bulging in stunned shock. She had never felt anything so wonderful in her life. "My God! He licked my cunt!" she burst out. That's what it had been. Duke had started lapping Sally's twat, in his canine manner of becoming acquainted with it. He liked the taste. It was as rich and sweet as the taste of the honeyed slit between his mistress's soft white legs. "Hey! What about eating my cunt?" Helen broke in, worried that Sally had found a new interest and was going to let her just hang there, only minutes away from an orgasm. She waggled her hips, grinding her cunt against the blonde's chin. Dazed, Sally stared down at the gaping snatch so close to her face. Duke's tongue was driving her wild. It seemed to pour liquid fire into the trembling gash of her slit. She had finally got what she wanted. Now somebody, if only a dog, was paying attention to her own cunt while she herself licked Helen's. With a sigh of sensuous satisfaction, Sally once again mashed her mouth against the wet heat of Helen's fleshy cunt. "Ooohhhh... thank God!" Helen moaned gratefully as she felt her younger friend's enthusiastic tongue slither snake-like back up into her slit. |
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Duke, the horny bastard, had almost blown it for her. She knew she'd better hurry up
Duke, the horny bastard, had almost blown it for her. She knew she'd better hurry up
and come before the animal's fantastic tongue turned Sally into a mass of helpless jelly. She knew how it felt when Duke started licking her own snatch. It seemed to be hitting Sally just as hard. But once again both women had planned without considering Duke. Licking wasn't going to be enough for him. The longer he licked Sally's sweet snatch, the more excited he became. His cock hardened again, sliding slowly out. Sally, happily going crazy with pleasure as the animal's tongue stroked again and again the full length of her shuddering slit, suddenly felt a heavy weight descend on her back. Strong hairy forelegs clamped powerfully around her waist. "What? W-What's happening?" she blurted, tearing her mouth away from Helen's cunt. Helen twisted her upper body to the side, so that she could see around Sally's body. "Oh, no," she groaned. "The big ape's gonna fuck you." "WHAT?" Sally shrieked. Then she realized what had happened. Duke had mounted her upthrust buttocks, the same way she'd seen him mount Helen. She formed an instant image of that huge, sharppointed prick heading for her tender little pussy hole. "Oh, God, can't we get him off?" she wailed, suddenly very much afraid. "We can try," Helen replied. "But it looks to me like he's got you pinned down, and you sure as hell have me pinned down." It was true. Sally's arms and upper body were hopelessly entangled with Helen's legs and hips. And she knew she'd never be able to squirm away from the tremendous grip the dog's front legs had around her waist. |
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"I'm scared, Helen," she blurted out.
"I'm scared, Helen," she blurted out.
"Oh, for Christ's sake, Sally, he's not going to kill you!" Helen snorted. "You ought to be grateful. This morning you were sniveling about being horny. Now, you're about to get one of the best fucks you ever had." That was true, Sally thought. She was going to get fucked. Having watched its huge scarlet prick plow into Helen's body, she knew the dog was capable of it. But that was precisely what scared her - that huge scarlet prick. She hadn't been fucked well in so long, her normally tight twat had shrunk even further. How could she hope to take the immensity of that huge scarlet probe up into her fear-clenched pussy hole? It looked like she wasn't going to have much choice. She felt Duke's pointed prick jabbing against her buttocks as the dog hunched forward, seeking out her pussy entrance. She twisted to the side, making him miss. When he tried again she lowered her ass. But that was a mistake. The tapered tip of that immense probe caught for a moment in the opening to her asshole. She sensed Duke about to pound the huge rod forward, to impale her tender ass. With a little squeal of despair, she shifted her ass to the side again, saving her virgin ass at the last moment. Duke's cock slid by harmlessly. But she knew now that she could have worse things happen to her than have the dog's prick up her cunt. Why fight it, after all? Helen was right. She had an opportunity for a genuinely wild fuck, with no choice really, of backing out. "Okay," she murmured, settling her ass down. She even reached back between her legs and took Duke's prick in her fingers, to guide it up into her waiting cunt. |
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It was as hard and as hot as she remembered. An unyielding rod of steel-hard flesh.
It was as hard and as hot as she remembered. An unyielding rod of steel-hard flesh.
Fortunately the tip was tapered, and her cunt was as wet and open as it was going to get. She placed the tip of the dog's prick a little way up inside her cuntal opening. Then it felt to the girl as if someone had rammed a red-hot poker up her twat. Duke fucked forward, mercilessly, animal like, as he always did when he felt a hole in front of his hungry cock. The entire giant shaft slammed up into Sally's stunned cunt in one pile-driving rush. "Aaaaagggghhhh!" Sally wailed, her entire body flinching forward. She felt as if she was splitting in two. As if a wedge was being pounded into her crotch. She tried to crawl forward, away from the dog's steadily fucking cock. But Helen's body was in the way, and the dog's powerful forelegs held her securely in place. She had to take it. She had to take every painful thrust up into her agonized cunt. Helen sensed what was happening to Sally. "For God's sake," she cried to her friend. "Relax. Don't fight it and it won't hurt. It's only a cock, after all." Sally dimly heard her friend speaking. The last words got through to her. Only a cock. That was true. Actually, Duke's prick wasn't all that much bigger than John's. And a lot smaller at the tip. It was only fear, and the ruthless speed with which the animal had penetrated her twat that was causing all the trouble. The crouching blonde forced herself to relax. She was surprised how quickly the pain changed to pleasure. One moment she was howling in agony, the next moment she was mewling with pleasure. "Oh, God, Helen... what a cock!" she blurted out, feeling the sharp-tipped dog prick |
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