That thought added to her passion.
Do I wanna cream on his fucking tongue? she wondered. Or do I want my cunt hole to melt on his prick? The thought of having that huge slab of iron-hard cock meat fucking in and out of her steaming pussy caused her to whimper. She loved to feel the doggy's cum squirt up her fuck hole when she came.
Marylou decided to let the dog fuck her today.
CHAPTER TWO
Marylou took the dog by the head and dragged his snout away from her smoldering pussy.
Kingfisher had been quite happy to be lapping her pussy and was willing to continue, but he was a dutiful doggy and he sat back on his haunches, wagging his tail and eyeing his mistress expectantly. His tongue hung out from the corner of his jaw, lolling over his fangs. Cunt juice, mixed with dog-slobber, dripped from the red meat. The dog was panting. His cock thrust up under his belly and Marylou noticed that the head of his prick was the same color as his tongue – and she was eager to get it stuck up where that tongue had just been. She arched her back, pushing her ass to the edge of the log and tilting her foaming crotch up into position.
Kingfisher twitched and his cock rippled. His balls were like over-inflated balloons and his whole powerful body was vibrant and tense as he awaited the girl's command.
She patted the log beside her. It was clue enough for the dog. Sometimes Marylou got down on all fours and let him fuck her doggy-fashion, and sometimes she wanted it face to face.
It was all the same to the big-balled, long-cocked animal. As long as he got his prick fucked into hot pussy, he didn't give a damn what position the rest of the girl's body happened to be in.
He whined and bounded up, placing his forefeet on the log on either side of her nubile hips.
His massive prick jutted out over her inclined belly.