She was going to cum! Oooohhhh … he had done it for her … the beautiful darling … with his cold wet nose shoved hard against her wide-stretched cuntal passage and his tongue spiraling like the licking flame of a candle at her tender cervix!

In nothing short of delirium, Carol clutched at his big animal-head, burying his phallus-like nose another fraction of an inch deeper up into the tight-clutching opening of her orgastically throbbing cunt, holding savagely to his pointed ears as she lustfully fucked her loins up onto his animal-face and felt the never-ceasing ecstasy of his searing tongue caressing and stabbing into her super-sensitive cervix!

«Oooohhhhh loverrrrrr … I – I – I'm cummmmmmiinnggggggg …!» she wailed, jerking at his head and fucking his snout in selfish ecstasy, nothing mattering but the overwhelming enchantment bursting like a huge hot bubble of erotic bliss to flood down through her long-denied body and permeate her with exhausting sensations of sensually drained fulfillment …!

Chapter 2

Carol dressed in a somewhat numbed state, slipping on a white skirt and pullover, still refusing to believe that it had happened the way it had! She brushed her long ash-blonde tresses more than usual, studying her own face in the vanity mirror as if trying to detect some hidden demon. Sultan had trotted off after his obscene seduction, then returned to sit beside her as devotedly as ever. She petted him, but didn't speak. God, how could she? The precious darling … and he'd been so beautiful …! But never before had he even done the ordinary animal things, such as curiously sniffing up between her thighs, or climbing onto her leg in the usual ruttish fashion.

Why now? Why had this happened? Carol had been asking herself that question ever since their forbidden performance ended and her wits had slowly returned.