The family Business

I: Coming Home Introduction: This is the sequel to Riding the Ponies. Twenty years after their marriage,

their daughter returns home to new discoveries.

Chapter 01 – Homecoming

Olivia is not an ordinary young woman. While most young girls dream of receiving a

pony for Christmas, she had more horses at her beck and call then she knew what to

do with. Mostly because her parents owned riding stables. From early c***dhood she

had ridden with her parents at every opportunity. The scent of fresh hay and a****ls

was intoxicating to her from an early age.

Her mom, Melanie had inherited the stables from her father and horses ran in her

family's blood for generations. After their wedding, Olive's other mother joined the

family business and spent more and more time with the horses. Even though she was

adopted, Olivia has riding in her blood too.

All this and more swirled through her mind as she looked over the family photos on the

wall. Nostalgia quirked her lips into a smile as she reminisced. Looking at her moms'

wedding shot she remembered riding on Brutus and Neptune as a c***d. The

enormous Great Danes were her constant companions when she wasn't with the

horses. A sullen sigh escaped her lips as she remembered that they were gone.

The scratch of nails on tile snapped her out of her maudlin mood. She turns just in time

to catch Cronus. She and her mothers had picked him up at a local kennel almost

three years ago. Melanie has a fondness for naming pets after Gods and Goddesses,

but Cronus had certainly grown into his lofty name. His massive paws settle onto her

shoulders as he licks her face exuberantly in greeting. With his full height extended

from the ground he has to bend his neck to reach her.

She laughs as her poor face is covered in drool.

"Easy boy," she giggled. "I haven't been gone that long."

She scratches at his exposed belly as he kisses her in his doggie way. His amorous

licks force Olive to shut her lids to avoid getting her eyeballs coated in slime. With her

eyes shut Olivia is oblivious to the thick scarlet shaft peeping out of his sheath and

stretching up to her scratching hands. But her delicate hands slowly migrate up his

chest and pull him into a hug before gently shoving him off her body.

With greetings taken care of, Olivia heaves her backpack off the floor and trudges off

to her room. The first summer break of college is always a great feeling. Many of her

classmates were heading off to vacation and dreaming about being back to the

freedom of the University life. Olive on the other hand couldn't wait to go home. She

loves her parents dearly. And after a lifetime of riding, she was impatient to get back

on her horses.

It wasn't long after she arrived at college that she started itching for a ride in the

country. The loss of a massive a****l from between her legs drove her to distraction. It

might have helped if she had taken a lover during her freshman year, but she doesn't

like to go into that. Men are complicated and frustrating. Riding is pure, natural, and

beautiful. When she is on top of one of her magnificent a****ls the whole world simply

melts away.

Her short lived winter break helped her aching needs, but it simply wasn't enough. Too

soon she was back in her car heading back to an a****l free college life. So she is

very much looking forward to helping out at the stables all summer long and taking

every opportunity she can to ride until her thighs ache and her butt is sore. But before

that the fine coating of dog slobber on her face reminds her that a shower is in order

after the long drive home.

Naked under the hot spray of water, her thoughts quickly turned to Hermes. When one

of Melanie's prized stallions fathered a beautiful foal, she decided the then teenage

Olivia could raise and train him. Following her mother's penchant for the old myths she

named him Hermes after one of Zeus's many c***dren. When she was gripping that

amazing stallion betwixt her legs as they raced through the fields, she felt like they

were flying.

Another trait she acquired from her adoptive parents was the pleasure she took in

riding. Beyond the rush of galloping through the trees, beyond the power of controlling

such a majestic and powerful creature, and beyond the exhilaration of nature and her

wanton body; was the connection of her snatch and her saddle. Even before she

started masturbating, she realized that riding did unimaginably amazing things with her

body. And once she went to college, even with her rabbit she just never came as hard

as when she had just finished a good long canter.

So she is itching for a return to the stables for many reasons. But as her thoughts flit to

the idea of once again straddling Hermes and riding off into the sunset her crotch

demands her attention. She slides her hand down her supple chest and into her

sparse pubic hair cut close to her skin. Her fingers pry at her opening releasing her

fluids to be washed down the drain. Although technically a virgin, she had long ago

burst her hymen with one of her toys. So her fingers find no resistance as she buries

them deep in her cave.

Her breath bursts from her lips sending a spray of water against the tiled wall. The

running water pounds in her ears as she pounds her pussy. She frantically attempts to

regain the strength of her orgasm from the last time she rode. Her other hand reaches

down to join the first plying at the sensitive bud of her clitoris. Her head slips down to

brace her against the wall. The torrent of burning water cascades down her back and

licks at her ass crack before falling to her feet. She focuses all her thoughts on the feel

of Hermes underneath her. The feel of his charging hoof beats echoing through her

body. She wills her body to remember what it felt like to ride into the woods like a

woman possessed.

Her breathing comes faster and faster as the pleasurable arcs cascade through her

body. The ripples of joy coalesce with the water beating down around her. She can

feel the orgasm coming ever closer like a live wire begging to be let loose through her

nerves. But a howl from right outside the bathroom door breaks her concentration.

Startled, her hands fly out of her body and slam against the shower wall to keep her

balance. She breathes deeply as her balance returns, but the moment is gone. And

the water is slowly but surely cooling as it hits her flesh.

She turns off the tap and grumbles at the towel before yanking it off to wrap around

herself. More than a little frustrated she grabs a second towel to wrap around her hair.

Finally she pulls open the door to see the unwelcome interruption. Cronus of course

looks as happy as a clam. His head rubs against her breasts through the flimsy towel

just begging to be scratched.

Laughing through her annoyance, Olive obliges the big brute with a vigorous head rub.

There is no way he could have known what he had done to her she figures. So there is

no reason to take out her sexual frustration on the guy just because he wants some

attention. She skirts around the giant dog and wiggles her ass to the music in her head

as she tries to forget about the foregone orgasm. Entering her room, she fails to notice

Cronus staring intently at her swaying hips and licking his chops.

Chapter 02 - A Welcoming Return

Olivia pushes her door shut as she spins into her old bedroom. Her bag lies open on

her bed awaiting her attention as she bobs and sways to the silent music. The towel

flips and moves as she dances exposing brief glances of her pert ass and bare cunt.

The slight breeze created by the motion of the towel intriguing the young woman. The

thicker edge of the terrycloth occasionally slaps against her skin sending tingles out

through her body.

The gentle tingling entices her to move faster and swing her hips more and more as

she dances between the open bag and her c***dhood dresser. The clothes gradually

disappear from the bag as the dresser fills. And just as she reaches the end of her

clothes, the towel wrapped tightly around her chest slips free and falls to the floor. Olive

is so intent on her movements that she flings her foot out kicking the damp towel under

her bed before she even realizes that it fell.

Cursing, she bends down and reaches as far as she can under the bed. Her kick could

not have been better if she tried. The wayward towel is trapped behind a foot of the

bed and the wall. Rather than taking the sensible route of crawling over the bed to

retrieve it, Liv just strains harder grumbling to herself about stupid inanimate objects.

Because of her mutterings, she fails to hear Cronus nudge her door open with his

enormous muzzle. She also doesn't hear him sniffing the air as he pads silently into

her bedroom. In fact, she has no conception of his presence until he moves up behind

her upturned ass and gives it a good lick.

After watching Olivia shake her ass down the hallway, Cronus followed the scent trail

of his young mistress. Her zealous masturbation session in the shower had released a

cascade of pheromones along with the nectar that flowed down the drain. The scent of

a horny female brought him to the door where he howled in frustration at being balked.

Even with the water flowing over her body, the odor of sex was strong enough to

seduce the ***** nostrils. So when she opened the door he was waiting.

The fragrance drew him down the hallway and into her bedroom. He nudged the door

open with his snout seeking the source. In here the scent is so pervasive it fills his

canine senses drawing his cock half out of its sheath in anticipation. For a moment he

is lost in the scent of a young woman's fresh cunt as he inhales deeply where she

danced around. The aroma is so all consuming that he has difficulty finding the source.

He licks at the carpet trying to taste the overwhelming joy his nose tells him is so near.

Then Olive's grunts draw his attention to the ass waving out from under her bed.

Over the years Melanie and her lover have trained this young mutt well. As soon as his

eyes zero in on the waving globes of her ass he knows what to do. Waging his tail for

joy, he pads up to her trapped body and licks the source of his excitement. His expert

tongue loops around her crotch from behind. The tip of that massive organ wets her

pubic hair as the flat rough tongue rubs against her clitoris even through the folds of

her labia. The power in his immense jaws is great enough to lift her slightly off her

knees with just one lick.

But as his tongue slides between her lips, her weight pulls her along its surface. The

force of gravity pulling her against that pebbled tongue provides added friction

alongside her steaming cunt. His mistresses had trained him very well indeed.

Startled, Olivia is unsure what is going on. She feels the mighty tongue licking

delicately between her lips. The strength of her canine lover lifting her up only to let her

slide softly to the ground like an erotic playground ride.

Forgetting where she was thanks to his expert tonguemenship she raises her head

only to conk it against the bedframe. Seeing stars, Olive is helpless to prevent the not

unwelcome assault on her lady parts. Cronus for his part simply loves the taste and

smell of a ready female and is happy to lick her thoroughly while she comes to her

senses. Of course that does not help matters very much. The constant rubbing, licking,

sliding, and stroking of her pussy only converts one type of bedazzlement to another.

As her head clears of the cobwebs of concussion it fills with the fuzzy heat of desire.

The groans of pain and a throbbing head quickly transform into the moans of lust. Her

body shakes still half buried under her c***dhood bed. The pressing tongue becomes

more insistent with every lick pulling harder against her body. He starts to linger on the

initial swipe lifting her higher until her back presses gently against the cold bar of the

bed frame. The mixture of cool steel meeting the burning fires emanating from her

crotch s heavenly. The warring temperatures create a tornado of pleasure that wreaks

havoc on her system.

Her fragrant sex opens wide before this brute like a delicate flower opening to the life

-giving sun. Her lips spread to invite the tempting tongue to taste the torrid extract of

her desire. Cronus is not one to shirk such a delightful invitation and hounds her

opening flower with his thick meaty organ. Liv's clitoris unaccustomed to such a

complete workout exposes itself from within her protective folds. It soaks in Olivia's lust

and gorges itself on her need to obliterate the prior sexual frustration.

The sensitive bundle of nerves breaks free demanding attention as it goads the

assailing tongue. The first full swipe of tongue on clit feels like an explosion of ecstasy

blows off in her cunt. The tingling pleasure pulses through her being and once again

she sees stars. But these celestial orbs are warm and loving and wash her body in the

beauty of their light.

Before the lightning fast traces of pleasure could reach her fingertips, Cronus's

exquisite organ returns to her love bud. The additional assaults send wave after wave

of the same electric sensations chasing after the first. Every slide down his hanging

tongue her clitoris sc****s against his taste buds on the way down generating mini

tremors in between the massive shakes. Her orgasm comes fast and hard burning

through her body. It wraps her in its heated embrace caressing her body.

Olivia's crevice ripples as if to milk a non-existent cock as she finally reaches the

orgasm she's been waiting five months for. Her body seizes against the floor raking

her hardened nipples against the soft carpet. Her hands wrap around her ass cheeks

pulling them apart and urging Cronus to take her. Willingly he laps up the fluids

coursing out of her gaping hole. His tongue shoves roughly against her tender lips as

her shaking frame causes her to lose control and release her bum. Cronus continues

his licking undaunted as her honey floods his muzzle with liquid pheromones.

She waits for her body to stop trembling with the force of it and slowly realizes that it

isn't going to. The tremors are weaker and more infrequent, but they remain constant.

Cronus's consistent lapping has kept her right on the edge of orgasm even as she

came down. If anything, his pace increases as the scent of satiated pussy envelopes

his brain.

The tongue lashing rapidly confines itself to her open licks. Less and less of the broad

palate of his organ contacts the tender flesh with each passing lick. Though the

increased frequency of his attentions more than makes up for the reduced contact. As

the magnificent tongue slowly retreats from her clit, Olive regains control over her

muscles. She inches her way out from underneath the bed. And Cronus's tongue pulls

back until only the delicate tip is tickling the entrance to her cavern.

Olivia assumes that his reduced contact is an invitation to crawl out from under the

bed. And we all know what happens when one assumes. She backs up effectively

shoving her sweet-scented cleft into his face. Opening his maw impossibly wide,

Cronus stiffens his ready tongue and rams it home into the encroaching pussy. The

strength of his lunge robs Liv of the little progress she made forcing her bodily back

under the bed. Her torso is slammed against the plush carpet once more. The fibers

wrap around her raised nipples stroking them as she slides.

Her breath bursts from her chest. The sudden intrusion takes her by such surprise that

her head spins as she attempts to sort out what happened. The thick organ filling her

vagina feels as big as her prized rabbit still stowed away in her luggage. But instead

of a constant buzzing, this invader undulates and rolls as it pushes deeper spreading

her walls before its ruthless advance. She can feel the scratch of his teeth against her

ass and pubic mound as he fights to get his mouth as close as possible to her

delicious body.

But the savage thrills of his digging tongue eclipses the light pain of his sharp canines.

It rolls and twists soaking in her sap and sucking it back into his waiting jaws. She can

feel the saliva dripping from his fangs and down over her flesh. It prickles her asshole

before continuing on its journey. Its final destination is to mix with the free flowing fluids

of my cunt and pour back into his mouth.

The orgasm that was slowly abating comes flaring back into her body as the muscle

explores its new terrain. The new sensation of a living warm organ trapped between

her legs thrills her even more than the memory of riding Hermes. She finally works her

arms under her prone body and pushes backwards. The teeth cut barely into her skin,

but she is beyond caring about such trivialities. All she knows is that she needs that

amazing tongue to do whatever it wants and bring her to a second orgasm. From the

shockwaves pulsing through her and threatening to collapse her arms she knows with

complete certainty that the coming cum will blow the previous one out of the water.

Luckily, Cronus is a very well trained and experienced lover. Once he feels Olivia

pushing into his muzzle he forces his jaw wider to accommodate the voracious youth.

His mistresses had ingrained in him never to draw blood unless they give prior

approval for a little more vigorous attention. Olive of course had no idea of the training

she now benefits from, but at this point she doesn't care.

She forces her ass into Cronus until she feels the stretched lines of his lips caress her

cheeks. Then she moves back and forth riding the extended tongue like one of her

horses. The feeling of that large lapper being squeezed out of her orifice only to slither

back into her passionate body drives her nuts. She takes only a few minutes of this

rocking penetration to achieve her second climax.

Her trembling body shakes between the extended choppers of her loving dog. Her

body pulls his muzzle with her movement. Her cunt throbs around the muscle still

buried in its depths. And her fluids spout into Cronus's mouth to pool around his

tongue. Her strength gone, Olivia's knees slide out from under her dropping her into

his maw.

Cronus quickly dips his neck down to lay her onto the floor. Some of his reward drips

from his snout as she falls free of his sharp teeth. But it is a small price to pay for her

safety.

When Olivia comes to her senses she at last slides out from under the bed and sits

upright with it supporting her back. She looks at her stomach amused at the semi-

circle of red pinpricks. In her post-orgasmic collapse, Olivia's skin collided with

Cronus's sharp teeth before he released her. Olivia smiles despite the slight itching

pain, seeing the marks as a memento of their encounter.

Expanding her gaze, she spies Cronus tucked against her closed door. His muzzle

between his own legs he licks longingly at his visible penis. Knowing that her parents

did not neuter they're pets if they could help it; Olive is not surprised to see the scarlet

phallus. Over the years whenever he got excited his cock slid out from its furry sheath.

But after the dual orgasms of his tongue, she is seeing the monstrous organ in a new

light.

She calls to him from her sitting position. Ever obedient, he lumbers to his feet and

stalks over to her. He licks her face, but this time she can smell her own fluids mingling

with his doggie breath. On instinct she opens her mouth wide licking at his tongue with

hers. Taking the summons, his tongue pours into her mouth filling it. The taste of his

drool and her nectar is exquisite on her taste buds.

She swallows the copious liquids and her throat works the tip of his tongues down as

well. The thick protuberance slides into her neck like a too big bite of meat thrilling her.

The wriggling tongue strokes every inch of her filled orifice. And just before she begins

to choke he withdraws pulling his dripping muscle back into his mouth.

"Good boy," she coos as she scratches his head. She can see through his forelegs

back to the still erect penis. Her mouth waters as she stares at the fascinating phallus.

The taste of his tongue still lingering on her lips. She slides her hands down through

his fur to stroke his large chest. She buries her fingers in his soft fur reveling in the feel

of his skin. She scratches his belly languidly as her hands move ever closer to her

prize.

But his protruding chest stops her before she can reach the throbbing dick. She

grasps his fur and digs her fingers in deeper urging his massive body forward. She

pulls his massive frame almost whining with the need to feel his prick in her hands.

Heeding her instructions, Cronus leaps forward planting his forelegs firmly on the bed

behind her.

Her hands wrap around the pole as it drives forward. His hind legs don't stop until they

rest in the same position his forelegs just left. His massive hanging testicles still swing

from his sudden movement. And the pointed cock stops a scant inch in front of Olivia's

face.

She stares at the object of her desire captivated by its beauty. She can smell the thick

a****l musk emanating from Cronus's body. Her hand lightly pumps the extended

pole of its own accord as she studies it. The red appearance seems to be mostly thick

veins cascading through the erect member. And without consciously wishing it she

imagines the thick point driving its way into her belly. Forcing its way past her

defenses like an arrowhead through armor and filling her with its shaft.

She shivers with the delightful thought of being filled with his enormous dick. Just from

stroking it she can tell it is longer and wider than even the biggest of her toys. And as

she rubbed his rod and balls she wonders just how huge his **** will be when it

inflates. She catches her thoughts as they turn to feeling his bulge expanding inside

her unprotected pussy.

For half a second she worries that her depraved imagination has finally gone too far.

She had often thought about what it might feel like to have Hermes driving his huge

tallywhacker between her thighs. Although she had never come close to the attempt,

with Cronus's dong so close the temptation was immense. But is it right she asks

herself.

Any fears over right and wrong are abolished when the tip bounces forward touching

her lips. The taste of that tip wedging between her lips is intoxicating. With a moan,

she opens her lips to taste more of him. She opens up just in time, because Cronus

jabs forward plunging his erect cock into her mouth so deeply his balls bump her chin.

The cloying scent of raw a****l lust overwhelms Olivia's senses.

Her throat opens wide to accommodate the intrusion poking deeper than the tongue

even managed. Her hands automatically enclose his haunches as she holds his cock

inside her mouth. She sucks and licks and revels in the taste and small and feel of

such a colossal trespasser. But a slamming door breaks her amorous attack.

In a panic, she realizes that her mom is home already and she is still naked as a

jaybird. Reluctantly, she pulls the gratifying phallus out of her craw and slips sideways

out from under the horny pooch. She quickly shoos him out into the hallway and hopes

that her mom will just assume he was licking himself and that is why he's all worked up.

She hears him run down the stairs as she hastily finds the lost towel. She dresses in

record speed praying that her mom won't burst in on her happy to see her daughter

after so long. Luckily for Olive's sensibilities, Mel is quickly distracted upon entering by

the attack of the giant Dane. Unlike her daughter, she swiftly notices the extended

cock as Cronus places his paws on her shoulders in greeting. She grabs the offered

member and slides her hand along its substantial length.

"I see you've been licking yourself in anticipation of my homecoming," she purrs to the

eager pup. She rubs her c***d's saliva into the slick rod. "But I can't play right now.

Olive's car is in the driveway. I promise tonight when we go to sleep I'll take care of

you."

With her promise made, she kissed his nose and walked off to greet her long awaited

daughter.


Chapter 03 - Bumps in the Night

By this time, Olivia has managed to get her room, clothes and respiration all in order.

She greets her mother warmly as Mel pulls her into a crushing hug. She lets her

daughter go when she feels her wince. The strong embrace makes Olive's shirt

scratch at the bite marks on her belly.

"You all right honey?"

"Oh, I'm just a little sore from seatbelt after the long drive," she responds thinking fast.

"Well you'll bounce back."

"I'm sure I will. Have you heard from mom lately? How's the stallion hunting going?"

"Yeah she called in this afternoon. Sounds like she's having a ball testing them out

before she decides on a new purchase for our stables."

"Yeah, she likes to ride even more than me."

Mel smiles softly to herself. Silently she thinks about her lovely wife and how much fun

she must be having riding new stallions. She always does enjoy the feel of new horse

flesh between her legs. Snapping out of her envy tinged thoughts, she pulls Olivia into

another crushing hug.

"That's from her by the way. She said she wishes she could be here to greet you, but

she should be done by the end of the week."

They spend the next few hours eating dinner and catching up on what they haven't

shared in calls and emails over the past months of schooling. As time passes Cronus

continuously rubs against each of the lovely women begging for attention. He receives

plenty of scratches and pats as they talk and eventually retire to the living room to

watch some television.

Finally, even with her youthful energy, the day's toll starts to show on Olive. The

combination of a long drive, unpacking, and two body wrecking orgasms are starting

to make her eyes droop. She decides to follow her body's advice and shuffles off to

sleep. She is tempted to drag Cronus along with her. After a quick nap and while Mel

sleeps she would have a little more time with his intriguing cock. But as always, she

figured that Mel would be taking him into her bedroom for the night.

Ever since she was a c***d, her parents slept with their pets in order to keep them out

of trouble. Despite how desperate she was for a little alone time with the b**st, taking

him into her bedroom would be very suspicious. So, she kisses Mel goodnight and

wanders up to bed alone with thoughts of Hermes to carry her off to dreamland.

Mel on the other hand is far too keyed up to sleep. Upon seeing the erect Cronus when

she arrived home her pussy started dripping and just wouldn't stop. She always

missed her love when she was away. The loss of her constant companion left a hole

that was usually filled by Cronus's dick. Especially during the last year.

When Olivia left for college, the two women acted like it was a second honeymoon.

Many days they would "forget" to get dressed and simply walk around naked *******

each other on a whim and enticing Cronus with frequent shakes of their asses. They

both love their daughter dearly, but her arrival for summer break definitely forces them

to be a little more circumspect. And even the few strokes of his ready cock had started

urges deep in Mel's belly. Thankfully, taking Cronus in to sleep with her is standard

operating procedure and Olive wouldn't think twice about it.

"Thank god," Mel thinks as she fondly ponders what this night will hold. Her pussy is

aching to be played with and her toys just won't cut the mustard tonight. When Olive

leaves the room she eagerly expects to take Cronus up to their bedroom and satiating

her desires.

Shortly after she hears her daughter's door close she shuts everything down and

moves silently upstairs. Cronus already ready for the evening keeps pace with her the

whole way. He beats her into the bedroom and jumps up onto the king sized bed. His

member is already poking its way free of the confining sheath in anticipation of

copulation.

"Hold on a second boy," she whispers.

Yearning to be stuffed, but not wanting to be caught, she steals out of her bedroom

and down the hall. She listens intently at her daughter's closed door, but all she hears

is the deep breathing of a sleeping teenager. With a giant smile, she races for her

bedroom and strips naked before jumping onto the bed with Cronus.

Her body slides effortlessly under his massive frame. Slipping along the thick

comforter, she rests underneath his body. Her eyes drink in the magnificent form of her

tawny a****l. For a flitting moment she wishes she could feel her wife's lips on hers,

run her fingers through her hair, and her fist through her pussy. Sex with her human

lover is always the best, but having Cronus all to herself especially as horny as she

feels is not a terrible consolation prize.

His scarlet cock hanging above her face begs to be touched. She can almost hear his

hanging testicles cry out to be emptied into her receptacle. Still she stares at the

wonderful sight of doggie tackle tempting her with visions of what it will be doing very

soon.

Cronus on the other hand doesn't have that kind of patience. After the extended

session with his newest conquest he is more than ready to empty his balls into the

nearest willing female. He arcs his neck and delights in the bouquet before him. His

tongue lolls out of its own accord and smothers the offered pussy with its strong

musculature.

As he licks, Mel's honey pot quickly opens to him. Mel did not choose this position at

random. With the years of practice she knows just how to get what she wants. Once

her clitoris shows itself she braces for the unending torrent of bliss to flow from

Cronus's tongue. With him facing the opposite way, each lick does miss much of the

cunt flesh he would normally assault. However, the placement of her sensitive bud

means that marvelous tongue sc****s against it stronger than normal.

In addition, his laps cause his tongue to roll over her clit forcing him to flick it roughly

with the tip of his tongue with every stroke. The pure volume of stimulation is exquisite

and rides the first waves of bliss as they swell within her breast. However, she isn't

content to leave Cronus alone for very long.

She lifts herself up onto her elbows careful not to disrupt the passionate licking in her

crotch. With a practiced ease, she engulfs the hanging rod in her ruby lips. She can

feel it bump along her taste buds before it enters her throat. Without hesitation she

guides the engorged member down her gullet to settle. She can feel his furry sheath

tickle her lips as she pushes him in deeper. His balls bump across her face finally

settling against her nose. She ogles his wagging tail from between his wide legs

moaning around the pole impaling her mouth.

With years of practice she can sustain the penetration indefinitely. Especially in this

open position, she can breathe in through her nose expanding her esophagus to allow

the air past the invasive tool. This has the added bonus to Cronus of massaging his

thick cock with her throat. It also allows Mel to inhale his strong a****l scent deep from

his groin which only turns her on ever more.

She suckles at the penis like a cow suckling his mother's teat. Never allowing it to shift

more than an inch or two from her lips before sucking it back into her clutches. The

attacking tongue only serves to drive her passion. She revels in the decadence of her

doggie 69. She loses herself in the overpowering musk of aroused canine. The slurps

and licks of both a****l and human fill her ears.

Too soon she feels the familiar bulge of his growing ****. Finally extracting the tool

from between her teeth, she admonishes the eager pup.

"Oh no baby, you aren't getting off that easily."

She turns her body around underneath the massive dog. She releases her cunt from

his amazing tongue in anticipation of a far greater prize. She wriggles it up against the

dangling organ urging Cronus to take her hard.

"Come on, Cronus. Put that hot doggie dick in mama. I need you so bad right now."

Cronus launches forward pushing them both forward on the bed as he shoves his

enormous phallus straight in to her womb. The orange sized **** fully expands within

her hot crotch and she clamps down tightly preventing its escape. A deep moan

rumbles out from her diaphragm. This is what she has been waiting for ever since she

came home. The moan also drowns out the gasp of shock from outside her bedroom

door.

After a brief nap, Olivia bolts upright in her bed. For some unknown to her reason she

could not fall back asleep. In actuality a particularly loud moan from Mel had traveled

through Cronus's dick and down the hall to insinuate itself in Olive's subconscious. In

any event after a few minutes of tossing and turning she decides to go downstairs and

watch some TV.

However, as she walks quietly to the steps she hears the unmistakable sounds of sex

coming from her parents' room. Intrigued she sidles up to the door to listen in.

Curiosity turns to panic as she realizes that her mom is out of town. Fear grips her as

she assumes the worst and that Mel is having an affair in her own house while her

daughter is just in the other room. The panic turns to anger for her poor betrayed

mother. But the anger rapidly gives way to lust as she hears Mel calling out, begging

for Cronus to fill her hole with fresh dog meat.

Her pussy grows damp in the dark hallway. She gasps in astonishment that Mel is

living out what had just become her most recent fantasy. Her hand flies up to her mouth

to cover the outburst. Even as she worries that she might be caught her other hand

slides down her smooth belly to toy with her moist lips.

Although she cannot see what is happening, she can still hear the constant moans and

encouragements spilling from Mel's lips. And the slick slap of Cronus's body colliding

with her mother's is music to her ears. Thinking back to the afternoon, Olivia realizes

that Cronus was far too good at getting her off for it to be a coincidence. She wonders

how long Mel or maybe even both her parents have been training Cronus how to

please a woman.

Nevertheless, her musings dissolve before the heat emanating from her crotch.

Forgetting about how he learned his skills, she instead focuses on how she can soon

benefit from them. Her fingers dip into her gaping snatch. And she imagines them to

be Cronus's cock as she bends down to all fours on the carpet.

Mel, on the other hand, is living that fantasy. The pounding rhythm of a dog slamming

into her body thrills her to the core. The staccato beat of his balls against her mound

nearly wrests her control away from her. But she still barely manages to keep a tight

hold on the massive **** permeating her cunt.

Olivia desperately tries to match each thrust of the huge dog with her own pumping

fingers, but it's hopeless. Her hand simply cannot move as fast as the sounds coming

from the bedroom. The smacks of flesh touching flesh blur together. The ferocity of the

fuck just from the sounds awakens a deep desire in Olivia to receive what her mom

has at the next opportunity.

Mel, oblivious to the eavesdropper, allows her moans to become louder and more

insistent. Trusting her daughter's deep sleep or possibly just beyond control at this

point, she screws her ass into the humping pup seeking the little death. The first spurts

of dog cum are enough to propel her screaming into her orgasm.

Simultaneously, Olive's feverish fingering force her to fly into her own orgasm and her

voice joins Mel's in calling out her pleasure. Neither woman even notice the other's cry

as they are too preoccupied with the joy coursing through their respective bodies.

But Olive worries that her enthusiasm gave her away. She crawls back to her bedroom

unsure if her legs can hold her full weight. She pulls herself into bed and snuggles

under the covers. She buries two fingers into her still burning snatch.

Mel now filled with Cronus's gift slides off his thick cock. She smiles at the feeling of

fresh sperm running down her used channel. As usual Cronus followed up his brutal

attack by gently cleaning his dripping fluids with his tongue. And so with fingers in play

and a cleaning tongue, the two women tumble into a satisfied sleep.