His prick hung down toward the floor like a divining rod seeking moisture. Cum and cunt juice dripped from the pointed cocktip onto the floorboards. Then his prick snapped back upright again.

Gazing wistfully at him, Michelle smiled. She knew damned well that a little sucking would bring that formidable prick right back to a booming hard-on.

Then she glanced across the room towards Buck, and saw that his cock, recently drained, was showing promising signs of renewed vigor.

She wished that she had time to fuck both of these horny hounds again.

But then the last blow of the ax sounded, followed by a silence from outside, and Michelle resigned herself to having to wait for her next doggy-fuck.

She slid from the bunk and pulled a bathrobe around her naked, shapely body to hide the creamy evidence of her naughty pleasures. Thick ribbons of canine cum, streaked with the pearly strands of her pussy juice, had lathered her crotch and soaked down the inside of her thighs. She drew the flaps of the bathrobe around herself to hide that suspicious overflow. She felt as if her body were glowing inside the flannel robe. When she moved, she thought that she could hear the dog cum sloshing around inside her belly.

Shit, she thought. Those fucking hounds must have poured it into me by the bucketful. If dog cum was lighter than air, I'd float right up to the rafters!

Then, composing her lovely face into a modest and demure expression, she waited for her husband to return from the woodpile. Michelle was feeling generous.

She might even give the man a fuck today…

Behind the cabin, Dick Warden lowered the head of the axe to the ground and leaned against it. Wood was scattered all around the chopping block. The energetic man had chopped more than they needed.

He'd heard Old Blue howl.

Sounds like my wife is at the dogs again, he'd thought, shaking his head. But then he had smiled. Dick was well aware of the fact that his wife was a dog-fucker, and it didn't trouble him at all.