They were, after all, his dogs.

But what Dick Warden didn't know wouldn't hurt him, Michelle reasoned – and it did her whole lot of good!

The hound's cock hissed up her juicy fuckhole, slithering through the slippery folds like a submarine in a swamp, the fat cock-knob splashing in her cunt cream. He jerked back out, dragging her clinging cuntlips with his cock, almost turning her pussy inside out.

The ax thudded into a log.

The dog's meat log thudded into Michelle.

The hound was panting like a steam engine and Michelle was doing plenty of panting herself, her big, firm tits heaving up as her lungs expanded and the stiff, rosy tips standing out like the valves by which those tits had been inflated. Old Blue yelped. Michelle moaned. The ax fell again, the solid thud punctuating the softer, moister sounds of their frantic fucking, the bunk creaking in protest under her jolting ass as a sort of background theme in these sound effects.

Old Blue was fucking faster now, pouring the prick to Michelle furiously so that he was stuffing her cunt hole twice between each thud of the axe.

Michelle figured she had better get the dog's cum-load drained pretty soon, just in case Dick was finishing at the woodpile. She knew from experience that once a dog was stuck up her suction of a cunt hole, it was impossible to dislodge his cock before it was drained – not that she had ever wanted to, for she adored a cunt full of doggy cum.

Old Blue's hairy haunches were a dark blur as his prick fucked in and out. His long tail slashed the air behind his ass like a rudder guiding his stroke and his spine twisted into an S-shape as he plunged in.

Michelle was really enjoying the fucking and would have liked to prolong it, but she knew it would be better to end it in a creamy conclusion than to risk having it interrupted by her husband's untimely return.