The Wife's Wild Ass Chapter 8

Darleen had been embarrassed about fucking a dog at first, and had
admitted it only reluctantly, and only then because Caroline was
denying her a suck until she confessed.

But once Darleen had revealed the truth, she seemed to want to talk
about it. And it had made Caroline horny as well, she realized. Far
from thinking that Darleen had behaved shamefully or disgustingly,
Caroline had been inspired to give her some great tongue and had
gobbled up plenty of second-hand dog cum, too.

After she got her rocks off on Caroline's nimble tongue, Darleen
stretched out along the couch, one foot on the floor, the other on the
cushions, her knee raised and her thighs parted.

Her cunt had gone off like a volcano.

Now it was simmering gently, satiated and yet tingling, ready to get
hot again.

Caroline was still kneeling on the floor in front of the couch. She
rested her cheek on Darlene's slim belly, gazing up at the girl's face.
Darleen stroked Caroline's head lovingly. Caroline's lips were slightly
parted. Her breath billowed up Darleen's tummy and a slender thread of
cuntjuice ran out of the, corner of her mouth and into Darleen's belly
button, connecting them on the sticky strand. Darleen needed no urging
now.

She began to speak of her own accord.

"I guess I would have told you about it, sometime, anyhow, Caroline,"
she began. "I wanted to. I figured it would make you horny, but I was
kind of embarrassed about it. I wasn't too sure how you'd take it and I
didn't want to make you angry or jealous."

"Jealous? Of a dog?" Caroline said, smiling. "I was jealous when I
thought that you were making it with Helen, I'll admit. I was imagining
the two of you sucking each other off and it was driving me wild--
jealous and randy at the same time."

As she spoke, that strand of cuntjuice glistened at the corner of her
mouth, as if her jaw were hinged like a ventriloquist's dummy, worked
by that slippery thread.

Darleen went on, "Well, like I told you, I wanted to. I would have.
When I went to visit her the first time--well, that was what I had in
mind, I have to admit. I was hoping that she might give me some hint
that she was interested. I would have been happy to just suck her cunt,
she wouldn't have had to do me, unless she wanted to. Well, I worked
the conversation around to sexy things. Helen seemed to realize, right
from the start, what I was getting at. Her eyes sort of gleamed and she
looked amused. I thought she wanted me, then. So I told her that you
and I had been giving each other head. It didn't surprise her or shock
her, don't worry. She just smiled some more. And then I asked her if
she would like to have me go down on her."

Caroline gave a little whimper at the thought.

"But she said no," Darleen said with a little sigh of regret. "She told
me that she didn't make it with girls."

Caroline, her jealousy dissolved now, thought that it was a shame, too.
It would have been nice to have another girl to make love with, another
hot pussy to eat for a change. Or maybe the three of them could have
gotten together for a sort of cluster-suck.

Caroline loved the idea of sharing Helen's cunt with Darleen, both of
them kneeling between the redhead's lush thighs, cheek to cheek, both
tongues flashing together and sharing the load of cuntjuice that
bubbled out. The thought was so exciting that her tongue began to
tingle again. It was still coated with a slippery layer of Darleen's
cuntjuice, the succulent flavor setting her taste buds off.

Darleen stirred, her velvet belly moving under Caroline's cheek, her
slender back arching slightly.

She said, "Well, I asked her what she did for sex, since she didn't
have a husband or a boyfriend--I was still hoping to change her mind,
that she might at least give it a try. I was pretty sure that she'd
love it, once I got my tongue up her gash, you know. But then she
laughed--and she came right out with it. 'Why do you think I have a
nice big elk hound?' is what she said. I didn't understand, at first.
It was just too far out. I had some sort of idea that she meant she
kept the dog to guard her, to keep men from annoying her. Then--I guess
she noticed how confused I was, she must have figured I was awful
naive--then she said, 'He has such a lovely, big prick--why would I
need a man?' I was really shocked. I asked her if she was joking,
making fun of me? She said that she was absolutely serious. She asked
me if I had never thought about getting fucked by an a****l. Well, I
had thought about it, but only as a wild fantasy when I was
fingerfucking myself--never as a real possibility."

Caroline turned her face down and kissed Darleen's belly, low down, her
lips stirring in her curly cunt mound. She was ready to suck some more
cunt, but she waited. She wanted to hear more about Helen and Darleen
and the dog--and it was hard to hear when her ears were clamped between
a girl's trembling thighs, her face buried in a creamy crotch.

Darleen stroked Caroline's head and continued.

"Helen told me all about it, that first day I was there. She started
with a dog when she was just a k**. She had a pet and one day when she
was playing with him, he got a hard-on. It fascinated her. She had
never seen a stiff prick before, but she knew what they were for. She
jacked the dog off the first time. She loved doing it, loved to feel
his prick pounding in her hand and then to see the jism squirt out. The
dog loved it, too, of course. After that, Helen used to jack the dog
off quite a lot. She liked to aim his prick at her tits or at her
crotch and pull the spunk out, letting it splash on her body. She kept
thinking about letting the ******** her, wanting it. But she was a
virgin, then, and she wasn't sure that she ought to let a dog take her
cherry. Then one day--this is really naughty--she jacked the dog off in
her face. Her mouth was open. She pushed her tongue out when she felt
his prick swell up and she pumped his cum out--and drank it! That seems
even more depraved than fucking a dog, I think. It sure made me hot to
hear about it, to imagine it!"

"It's making me hot, too," murmured Caroline, her lips pressed to
Darleen's curly pussy mound.

"So after that she began blowing the dog, instead of jacking him off.
She liked to take the head of his cock in her lips and suck on it while
she pumped him with her hand, so that she was jerking him off right
into her mouth and sucking him at the same time. And sometimes she
would lie down and let the dog mount her, as if he was fucking her
except higher up--letting him fuck her in the mouth, you know? His
balls would drag against her tits and he'd go frantic, humping away and
driving his prick right back into her throat. Well, after that, Helen
decided that since she was already blowing him, it wouldn't be any more
wicked to fuck him, so she let the brute have her cherry. She adored
it. She couldn't get enough of it. She even began seducing other dogs
in the neighborhood. She'd ask the neighbors if she could walk their
dogs and then she'd fuck them. She told me that she screwed a dozen
different dogs before she ever had a man."

Caroline slid down and slipped her tongue into Darleen's creamy cunt
gash, moving it around slowly and gently as she listened to the strange
and fascinating tale of b********y.

"Well, after awhile Helen started going out with men and she was sort
of promiscuous for awhile. She got fucked by lots of guys and she
sucked plenty of pricks and she even took it up the ass a few times,
just to see what it was like. But she never found a man who could
satisfy her as well as a dog. It wasn't physical as much as
psychological. With a man she was always self-conscious, wondering if
he was enjoying it as much as she was, thinking about emotional
aspects, all the niceties of normal lovemaking. But a dog just wants to
get his balls emptied. You don't have to worry about anything else,
it's all just frantic fucking. She loves the way a dog whines and
whimpers when he starts to come. It's more like seducing a young man
who never had it before, she said, than making it with an experienced
Romeo. Just a question of coming, not making love--and that's exactly
what Helen wants."

Caroline was gently tonguing Darleen's cunt slot, and Darleen's pelvis
had begun to move slowly and rhythmically under her.

"So she stopped going out with men, except once in a while she likes to
give a young boy his first piece of ass--mainly to hear him whimper
like a dog when he shoots. She bought herself a dog. Well, in fact, she
bought a couple dogs. She even took a job in a pet shop for a short
time, so that she could try fucking different breeds before she decided
which was the best for her purposes. She had a Great Dane and a
wolfhound, before, but she says the elk hound has the best prick."

Darleen paused and her hips moved a bit faster. She had talked long
enough and now she was ready to get her rocks off again. But Caroline
wanted to hear the other part of the story. She licked ever so lovingly
on Darleen's stiffened clit and said, "Tell me the rest, darling--tell
me what you did with the dog."

"Well, after Helen told me all about it, she could see how hot it had
made me--and she asked me if I wanted the dog to screw me. I said no,
at first. I mean, I did want it, I was dying to find out what it was
like to get fucked by an a****l, but I was too timid. But she called
the dog in and began to play with its cock. Oh, it was huge! As she
stroked it, it got bigger and bigger. I watched, totally fascinated, as
that big, shiny cockhead came squeezing out from the hairy stalk. I
could just imagine how wonderful it would feel to have my cunt stuffed
full of that hot meat, to have the elk hound pounding it up me. After
he was really hard and starting to whimper, Helen brought him over and
pushed his muzzle between my legs. Well, it didn't seem so awfully
naughty just to let a dog lick me--and, anyhow, I wanted to so badly.
So I took my panties off and spread my legs and let him lap my cunt.
Helen kept playing with his prick while he was tonguing me. She even
ducked down under him and fluttered her tongue against the swollen
knob! Then she said that it was time for the dog to get his cock
emptied. She was going to screw him, herself. And I just couldn't bear
the thought! I just had to have a cuntful of dog meat! I guess Helen
knew how I felt, because she just gave me a wink and moved away. I got
down on my hands and knees. The dog knew just what to do, of course. He
mounted me, clinging to my haunches. He was humping and his prick was
bouncing off my ass and sliding through my crotch, so I reached back
between my legs and took it in my hand and guided the head into my
cunt. Then he plowed it up me, all of it on the first stroke. Oh, I've
never felt anything like it, Caroline! His prick was so big and hard
and hot and he was pouring it into me so fast. He was really frantic,
pumping in and out a lot faster than a man ever does, filling my twat
to the brim. I came right away. Then I came again. Then the dog shot in
me! I could feel all that hot, thick dog slime squirt up me. I came a
third time and the dog just kept coming! I didn't think he was ever
going to stop. That hot juice just kept pouring out as if his balls
were bottomless. I was full of the stuff. Oh, I just adored it--and
I've been back for more, darling. I fucked him face to face, this
morning. Darleen's lips were trembling, her eyes were glazed, her face
was a mask of pure lust. "And I took his prick in my mouth, too,
Caroline, I wanted to! I sucked his meat and let him squirt his scum in
my mouth. Oooooh!"

Darleen began to thrash about, her ass churning wildly and her hips
pumping like pistons.

Caroline, driven wild by the tale of b********y, had gone suck crazy on
Darleen's clit. The lower part of her face was buried in Darleen's
groin. She looked up from the tops of her eyes and saw that Darleen's
tongue was flashing back and forth across her lips. Darleen, too, was
hungry now. Caroline slowly turned around. She didn't remove her mouth
from Darleen's cunt but she shifted her body around the pivot of her
head, coming up and over and into the sixty-nine position. She lowered
her foaming snatch onto Darleen's eager face and the two naughty
housewives began to suck each other off together.

They creamed together.

And then, not even pausing to catch their breath, they did it all over
again, giving as good as they got and drinking as much cunt juice as
they spilled from their frenzied loins.

They had a long and lovely session and Caroline was very happy that her
affair with Darleen was continuing.

But the tale of the dog had intrigued her.

After Darleen left, Caroline thought about it.

She couldn't seem to stop thinking about it.

Even though she had come several times in Darleen's mouth, she still
felt horny. She fingerfucked herself, thinking about the elk hound and
imagining that it was a ***** prick that was churning her cunt to a
lather. She came in her hand, and still she felt horny.

Caroline wanted to get fucked by the dog. She thought it was totally
depraved.

And wanted it all the more because of that.

* * *


Caroline was still randy when Jonathon got home from work.

Jonathon was not in the mood for sex because he had spent most of the
day with his prick stuck up his secretary, but he was a dutiful husband
and felt a bit guilty about his affair with Brenda. When Caroline told
him that she needed a good fucking, he was determined to do his best.
He was ready to go to the bedroom, but Caroline, for some strange
reason, wanted to fuck on the living room floor.

She knelt down in front of him, opened his fly, and hauled his cock and
balls out.

His cock was limp.

Even soft, Jonathon was lucky enough to have an impressive hunk of
cockmeat looping out in a fat coil from his groin. Caroline slurped his
prick into her mouth and began to suck. Jonathon was worried that his
wife might detect the flavor of cuntjuice on his prick because he had
not had a chance to bathe after fucking his secretary. But he wasn't
too worried because he had fucked Caroline that morning and she would
probably figure that it was her own cuntjuice she was tasting.

Then, too, Jonathon had no idea that his wife knew what cuntjuice
tasted like--and that she adored the tasty stuff.

She sucked slowly and steadily.

His cockmeat began to rise and swell.

Her head bobbed up and down and his prick came up in a series of jerks
and jolts, responding to the efforts of her talented mouth and rising
up before his belly. His cock got fatter and longer and harder. His
prickhead began to get smoking hot. Caroline was really working on that
succulent mouthful. She was sucking him so skillfully that he would
have shot in her mouth normally. But his balls had been depleted into
Brenda, so his orgasm was delayed.

After a long time, Caroline drew her slurping lips off his cockhead and
studied it for a moment to make sure that she had sucked his prick up
as erect as it was going to get.

Then she turned away and got down on her hands and knees.

It was obvious that she wanted to get fucked from behind. Jonathon was
not surprised by this, for they frequently enjoyed the variety of a
back-fuck. He got down on his knees behind her. His prick was throbbing
now, the tip steaming and the fat vein pulsating. His cock was like a
heated crowbar, levered up behind her thrusting ass.

He fitted the tip of his prick into her cunt.

Caroline looked back over her shoulder, a dreamy smile on her lips and
a gleam in her eyes.

"Fuck me like a dog!" she whimpered.

Jonathon fucked his fat cock up her pussy.

She began to hump frantically, her pussy pulling, her ass churning. He
steadily fucked his prick into her, holding her by the hipbones as he
fucked his cock into the hilt.

He enjoyed that doggy fuck.

But he did wonder why his wife was whimpering and whining with such
realism. He would have been scandalized had he known that Caroline was
pretending that her husband was an elk hound.