The Wife's Wild Ass Chapter 9 - Sex Stories

The Wife's Wild Ass Chapter 9

... sweet lips and fill that hot mouth with his smoking cockmeat. Caroline lowered her face again. Her lips were pursed but not parted, and the head of the hound's cock pumped against them, trying to lever them apart, to fuck into her mouth. She licked the glistening tip again, kissed his prick lovingly, then slowly let her lips part around his cock. Old Blue whined as he felt the hot head of his cock slide into her mouth. Caroline was whining as she savored her first mouthful of dog prick. She took the whole smoking cock-knob in and her lips clamped tightly closed behind the tasty nugget of hot, slippery prickmeat. She began to suck. Her cheeks hollowed in and her lips pulled. The dog's cockhead swelled more, growing so large that her cheeks were pressed against his prickhead on both sides. She sucked deeply, as if she were trying to inhale his prick right down into her lungs. Her tongue was sliding around against the underside of the swollen cock and cum was running steadily into her mouth. The dog humped, fucking into her face. Caroline was half crazed by the joy of feeling a dog's cock slide in and out between her lips and over her flashing tongue. Her mouth was wide open now and his prick-knob was so swollen that she thought they might be stuck together, that she could not open her jaw wide enough to disgorge that mouthful even if she wanted to. But that was the last thing that the cock-hungry girl wanted. She knew that she would have to empty the elk hound's cock and balls ...

... before she removed his prick from her mouth, and what a delightful prospect that was! A jet of jism hit the back of her throat. For a moment, she thought that the dog had come, and she was disappointed. She wanted to swallow his joy juice, certainly, but she wanted to enjoy a prolonged mouthing on that cockmeat first. But his cockhead remained swollen and vibrant, and she realized that it had only been a little preliminary geyser that had hosed her gullet, that there was a lot more of the lovely stuff to come. She twisted her mouth around on his cockhead, screwing his prick into her face. Her tongue folded into a soft bridge under him, a red carpet over which his cockhead could slide. She reached down and cupped his bloated balls in one hand, squeezing gently, as if trying to f***e the spunk out. Her other hand wrapped around the root of his cockshaft, holding him steady, dragging the sheath back so that the prick-knob flared between her lips. Then, eager to drink his hot, thick load, she began to frig his prick up and down steadily. Her fist rose up and bumped against her sucking lips, then pushed back down to his balls. Old Blue was fucking frantically now, fucking through her fist and past her lips and over her tongue and into her throat. Her mouth was awash with jism, heralding the huge dose to come. &#034Ummmmm,&#034 she purred, sucking. &#034Unghhh.&#034 His cockhead wedged into her gullet. She could tell that the powerful elk hound was almost ready to shoot his load. ...