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Kathy's Dog Act
by Paul Gable (address withheld)

***

Kathy gets a job acting, only to find that there's a 
lot more to the job than she thought. (MF, F/beast, 
exh, oral, anal, wife, cheat)

***

Note: There is a bit of bestiality in this story, but 
it's not the main thrust of the plot, only incidental 
and not really part of our heroin's story.

***

Kathy Murphy walked nervously onto the stage and peered 
into the dark auditorium. She briefly shaded her eyes 
with her hand, trying to blot out the blinding stage 
lights.

"Pete! Pete! I thought I told you that I wanted a 
brunette!" Kathy heard the producer yell.

"Bob! I'm telling you she's good. Listen to her read 
her lines and shut up for once in your life," Pete 
Coons, the director, shouted back from the left wing.

"So she's got a pair of big tits! That makes an 
actress?" the man shouted again.

"Go on, Kathy. Read," Pete urged quietly.

Kathy dropped her hand and swallowed hard, trying to 
fight off the feeling of panic that was making her 
stomach rumble and quiver with butterflies. This was 
her first big chance to get out of the house and into 
the theatre.

"Okay, angel tits. Let's go," the producer shouted out 
from the darkened room.

"Oh Sheba, do you..." Kathy started.

"Goddamn it! Where's the dog? This is the big return 
scene for that fuckin' dog. If she's gonna read, I want 
to see her with that animal," the producer hollered.

Kathy closed her eyes and fought back the urge to 
scream. She'd never dreamed that getting a part in the 
Pasadena Civic Theatre would be this traumatic. The way 
everyone was acting, she thought she was auditioning 
for a Broadway theatre in New York. But all this was 
just a game they were playing, she knew that she had to 
go along with the rules or go home.

Back to the vacuum cleaner! Ugh! She thought as she 
watched the prop man run frantically round the wings 
looking for her co-star. Kathy married Joe when she was 
twenty and really had no complaints about him. She'd 
been a virgin when she married him, not really knowing 
what went on in the sack. 

Joe changed all of that quickly, and turned Kathy into 
a star pupil of fucking. Kathy experimented with him 
willingly--not only because she loved him, but because 
she realized she had a hot cunt that needed banging 
regularly.

"Get that damned dog! I haven't got all day!" the 
producer screeched.

Kathy sighed as she remembered how the frustration 
slowly began to set in on her. Joe had his career. He 
was a manager and instructor at a women's gym in 
Beverly Hills. Kathy had been there a few times and 
felt her jealousy burning at full tilt when she saw the 
way the women looked at Joe. She watched their eyes 
glaze over with lust, as they stared at his powerful 
crotch. 

Kathy knew that her husband had a powerful animal 
magnetism that made nipples stiffen, tits swell, and 
cunts fire up and juice uncontrollably. That was one of 
the first things that attracted her to him. But did he 
have to parade it around at his job? 

Kathy sighed again as she thought of how some women 
practically got down on their backs and hunched up 
their knees whenever Joe walked by. He was tall, dark-
complected, and had long, curly thick black hair that 
hung slightly over his ears. His blue eyes sparkled 
with excitement, glowing almost continually with sexual 
lust from under his thick black lashes and bushy brows.

Kathy didn't know if Joe fooled around or not. He was 
home with her every night. But there were those 
secluded little sauna parties at the gym. If he did 
fuck other women, it certainly wasn't because Kathy was 
some ugly frump with purple stretch marks and bad 
breath. 

Kathy was twenty-five now and had long, straight blonde 
hair that flowed down to her waist. Her eyes were as 
blue as Joe's and gleamed with the same kind of lust 
his did. But her most noticeable asset was her boobs. 
They were firm with deep red nipples that always seemed 
to be twitching and stiff with sexual excitement. She 
always felt her clit twinge with rushing blood as men 
on the street stared at her bouncing tits. She'd had 
her chances to hop in the hay, but fought back the 
inviting urge that gripped her cunt continually, 
waiting for Joe to come home from the gym.

For the first few years of their marriage, fucking and 
sucking was enough for Kathy. But lately she'd begun to 
get restless. Neither she nor Joe wanted children yet. 
But Kathy was tired of just sitting at home, finger-
fucking herself until Joe decided to come home and 
finish the job with his hot, meaty 9 inch prick. Kathy 
began to realize that there was more than just warming 
up her cunt and plowing her husband juicy cock.

At first she thought she'd take on a lover or start 
going out like other housewives she'd known who had the 
same killing desperation that was starting to creep 
over her. Joe, however, suggested the Pasadena Civic 
Theatre. He'd been watching her way turn in on herself 
for knew that Kathy had done a little acting when she 
was in high school junior school. One of his customers 
was the wife of the president of the Theatre 
Association of Pasadena. It wasn't too hard to get an 
audition for play.

"We've got the dog," Kathy heard the prop man out from 
behind the setting. It snapped her out of her 
daydreaming and she concentrated on her art once more. 
Come Back Little Sheba. Big theatre it wasn't, but 
Kathy wasn't about to argue the point.

"Hey. That's a Great Dane!" the producer wailed. "This 
is supposed to be about some fuckin' sheep dog!"

"Sorry, Mr. Decker, but he's all we could round up for 
right now," the prop man apologized, dragging the 
frightened big, brown dog onto the stage.

"Okay, okay. Come on, honey. Let's get going with your 
lines. Just pretend he's the sheep dog," the producer 
groaned.

Kathy turned to her right and stared almost directly 
into the brown eyes the Dane. He panted heavily in 
nervous excitement. She didn't know what was happening 
to her. But something about this animal that was 
beginning to slowly turn her on. Kathy didn't know why, 
but she sensed that the animal was sexually aroused. 
She glanced down between the dog's hind legs and saw 
his prick was still sheathed. Then she looked back into 
the dog's eyes. It was the same kind of look Joe gave 
her just before he'd jump on her body.

"Okay, okay, let's get GOING!"

Kathy swallowed hard again, then got down on her knees 
and started reading her lines, reaching up and stroking 
the big dog's head as she spoke. She tried to get back 
into her part, but it was impossible. The sensation of 
the Dane's warm, short stiff hair against her slender 
fingers was making her nipples hard and stiff. Her 
panty-crotch was damp and her knees were beginning to 
tremble in excitement. 

Kathy couldn't believe that the dog was making her 
pussy steam up like that. She'd heard of women getting 
fucked by dogs and donkeys, and had always thought that 
they were a little sick. But here she was, on center 
stage, stroking a Great Dane and juicing like a teenage 
sexpot.

"Shit! What the fuck's going' on?" she heard the 
producer scream out from the auditorium. Kathy kept 
reciting her lines as she heard some murmuring start up 
behind her.

"Kathy, stop petting the dog!" Pete whispered from the 
left wing.

Kathy flashed him a quick glance and saw that he was 
pointing at the Dane's cock. She looked down, and saw 
that the dog's prick was fully out of its sheath now, 
red and glistening red twitching angrily in the air. 
She felt her face flush with embarrassment and 
excitement as she tried to continue with her reading.

Suddenly the Dane lurched forward slightly, pushing her 
down onto the stage.

"Get him off her! He's gone crazy," Pete screamed out 
from the wings.

"NO!" Kathy shrieked as her legs flew up in the air. 
She closed her eyes and clenched her fists, beating at 
the dog's hunching chest as the stagehands ran out from 
the wings and tried to pull the Dane off her.

"Christ! What kind of dog did you get?" the producer 
shouted as Kathy felt the pointed tip of the Dane's 
prick bang against her soaked panty-crotch. She 
struggled under the animal, but felt her pussy tremble, 
quiver and contract with excitement every time the 
dog's cock-head slammed against her puffy cunt-lips.

"I've got him," Pete gasped as he grabbed the big dog 
by the neck and pulled him off Kathy.

"Are you okay, honey?" the wardrobe mistress asked as 
she kneeled down and helped Kathy up to her feet.

"I-I think so," she stammered, brushing her blonde hair 
away from her eyes.

"I'm sorry about this, Mrs. Murphy," Bob Decker said.

"I think I know what happened. But that doesn't matter. 
Listen, if you want the part, you've got it."

Kathy felt like jumping in happiness. Then it suddenly 
occurred to her that he was offering her the part 
because he didn't want her to sue him for this sudden 
doggie act. Kathy wanted to be in the theatre, but she 
didn't want to blackmail her way onto the stage.

"You don't have to give me the part just because... 
because some dog..." Kathy began.

"I like you. I liked what I heard before all this 
happened," the producer said, getting up out of his 
seat and walking toward the stage. "Like I said, you've 
got the part if you want it."

Kathy almost shouted, but managed to keep control of 
herself and calmly told the man that she'd accept his 
offer.

"Great! Okay kids, we've got everybody cast," Bob said 
in a loud voice as he walked up to the footlights. 
Kathy saw that he was a relatively young man--about 
thirty--and ruggedly handsome. His brown hair hung 
almost completely over his eyes, while his crotch 
bulged noticeably. Kathy wondered how many starlets Bob 
had banged on his producer's couch. "Helen, take Kathy 
down to wardrobe and get her fitted. I'm just going to 
go over a few points here with the rest of the cast."

Kathy followed the wardrobe mistress through the maze 
of passages in the theatre until they came to a tiny 
room that was filled with racks and stacks of dresses, 
gowns, robes, crowns--everything that went into 
completing a costume.

"Just wait in here, honey. I've got to get your 
costume," the woman said as she smiled at Kathy.

Kathy started to look around the room casually as the 
wardrobe mistress walked out into the hall and up the 
stairs to the main prop room. This was a little girl's 
dream come true. She'd always wanted to be in the 
theatre, even if it was in a relatively small one. And 
here she was, about to launch herself into the world of 
make believe.

Her daydreaming was interrupted by the sounds of 
groaning coming from across the hall.

"Who's there?" Kathy asked as she walked up to the open 
door and looked up and down the hall.

"Uhhhh!"

Kathy shifted her eyes in the direction of the groans. 
There was a door partially opened about thirty feet 
from the wardrobe room.

"OHHHH! AHHHH!"

Kathy felt her heart start to pound wildly. She knew 
what kind of moans those were. She'd bucked enough in 
bed to know the sounds of a woman fucking. Kathy knew 
that whoever was in there had her right to privacy. She 
didn't want people peeking in through windows whenever 
she and Joe were slamming their groins together. But 
something new was happening to Kathy. 

This little bit of time in the theatre was freeing her 
mind, turning her from Kathy Murphy the housewife into 
Kathy Murphy the stage sex pot. She realized that it 
was ridiculous for her to feel like whoring it up just 
because she'd got a part in some little theatre. But 
the feeling was creeping over her.

Kathy walked out of the room, making sure that Helen, 
the wardrobe mistress, wasn't walking down the steps 
with her costume yet. She cautiously moved closer to 
the doorway, staying close to the wall. Gradually Kathy 
peeked around the door frame so she could see what was 
going on inside the room.

"My God!" she whispered out loud, clamping her right 
hand over her mouth to keep from saying anything else. 
There on the floor was a naked dark-haired woman. Her 
knees were hunched up and spread widely apart. Between 
them was the big Great Dane that had tried to fuck 
Kathy just a few minutes before.

"Mmmmm, good boy! Good boy! Ahhhh!"

Kathy felt her knees grow weak as she watched the 
Dane's big, pink spit-dripping tongue slosh in and out 
of the woman's trembling pussy. With each slurp, the 
woman closed her eyes, arched her back, and let out 
tiny moans from between her parted lips.

Kathy drew her head back and tried to decide what to 
do. She wanted to watch what was going to happen next. 
Was she going to fuck the Dane? Was she just going to 
let him lick her off? Kathy realized that she was 
invading someone else's privacy. She didn't have any 
right to spy on her. It would be embarrassing if she 
were discovered lurking in the hallway. Still...

"Ahhhh! Ohhh, fuckin' Jesus!"

Kathy couldn't resist any more. She cautiously poked 
her head around the doorway again. The Dane was still 
lapping at the woman's hairy muff. The pretty, mammoth-
titted brunette's crotch glistened with the dog's spit. 
Her wiry, dark cunt hairs were plastered down into a 
tangled mat. The woman was hunching her pussy into the 
air, her ass squirming on the hardwood floor as the dog 
growled in sexual frustration. Kathy swallowed and wet 
her dry lips as she eyed the big dog's blue-veined, 
jerking cock.

"Cumming! CUMMING!" the woman screeched as she clamped 
her fingers around her big tits. Her nipples thrust 
into the air invitingly. They were hard and twitching, 
as stiff and sensitive as Kathy's nipples were now.

"Ahhh! AHHH!"

Kathy looked down at the brunette's pussy. The dog's 
tongue licked and probed between her slightly parted 
cunt lips. Kathy felt her snatch drool and quiver as 
she watched the woman thrash on the floor.

"That's it!" she panted. "Lick me! LICK MY SNATCH! 
Ohhh, SHIT!"

Kathy wondered how the woman could scream like that 
with the door open. Didn't she realize that anyone 
could walk down here and hear what was going on? Kathy 
was amazed at the woman's brazen attitude, but at the 
same time, she envied her. Kathy had been so careful to 
keep her fidelity to Joe, when she wasn't sure about 
his own sexual escapades. Here was some woman, probably 
married, who didn't give a damn what she did to satisfy 
her hot cunt, or who saw what she was doing.

Slowly, Kathy hiked up her skirt and stuck her finger 
under the elastic band of her pink panties, pushing it 
through the damp forest of blonde cunt hairs towards 
her fully erect clit. She gasped aloud as she felt the 
tiny organ spark with excitement when her fingertip 
bumped it.

"Come on, boy. Fucking time," the woman said as she 
quickly rolled over onto her hands and knees. The Dane 
barked excitedly, then tried to mount her. His long, 
thick cock jabbed blindly at her ass as his heavy, 
leathery balls swayed and jounced with each jerk that 
racked his glistening prick.

"Ohhh!" Kathy gasped, feeling a torrent of fresh cunt 
juice ooze over her fingers as the woman reached 
between her tits and guided the animal's cock into her 
cunt. He started hunching fast. The woman backed 
against him, swaying back and forth in time to his 
fucking.

"God! GOD!" the woman howled.

Kathy pulled away from the doorway and leaned against 
the wall, spreading her legs apart as she drove two 
fingers into her quivering pussy and stroked her slick 
snatch walls. The woman's moans and the Dane's growling 
was driving her toward orgasm. Rivulets of cunt juice 
poured through her damp, matted pussy hairs and 
trickled down her shaking, hot thighs as Kathy moved 
her fingers up and rubbed them slowly across the red, 
sensitive head of her quivering clit.

Suddenly she heard someone coming down the steps.

"Damn!" Kathy muttered, pulling her fingers out of her 
cunt with a barely audible squishing sound. She was 
running back to the wardrobe room when she remembered 
that the door to the other room was still open. The 
brunette was howling and whoever was coming down the 
steps would hear her. Kathy knew that she didn't owe 
that woman any favors. 

Still, she could imagine the shock and horror that 
would go around the theatre if anyone saw what was 
happening in that tiny room. Carefully and quietly, 
Kathy crept back to the doorway and pulled the door 
shut. The brunette was howling and bucking too much to 
notice the roof falling in, let alone the door closing.

Kathy slipped into the wardrobe room just in time. It 
was Bob Decker, the producer.

"Well, I see Helen hasn't gotten back," Bob said, 
smiling at Kathy as he closed the door behind him.

"No. She said something about getting my costume," 
Kathy said off-handedly, trying to fight down the 
rising passion that had almost brought her off in the 
hall. She wondered if Bob could smell the vaporizing 
pussy juice that filled her nose and, she was afraid, 
that was beginning to fill the room.

"Oh, she'll be gone for a little while," Bob said, 
winking slyly at her.

Suddenly Kathy realized what was happening. The 
wardrobe mistress didn't have to go anywhere to get her 
costume--that was probably right here in the room. Bob 
Decker had probably told her to get lost for a while 
until he'd--

"Well, maybe I should go over my lines again," Kathy 
said nervously, brushing back her hair as she started 
for the door.

"No need for that," Bob said huskily, reaching behind 
him as he flipped the lock shut on the door. "We could 
go over the lines together later. Right now, let's just 
see how good you are at impromptu acting," he said, 
staring hotly into her eyes.

"I-I don't understand," Kathy said, backing slightly 
way from him as she shifted her eyes down to his 
crotch. She saw a long, thick, hard bulge throbbing at 
his crotch. Kathy realized now what Bob Decker wanted. 
And she wasn't so sure if she didn't want the same 
thing.

"Come on. This sort of thing goes along with the part. 
It's show biz," Bob said, reaching down and squeezing 
the growing bulge with his powerful hand.

"Show Biz?" Kathy said, almost breaking out laughing. 
"This isn't Hollywood."

"So what? It's a good excuse for plain old fucking, 
anyway," Bob said, shrugging his shoulders and breaking 
out into a broad, sexy smile.

His smile was lewd. Kathy knew that she should be 
outraged. She should stand up for her fidelity to her 
marriage vows and tell Bob Decker to go to hell with 
his big, stiff cock and his come-filled fuck sacs. But 
the brunette and Dane in the other room had fired up 
her cunt to an uncontrollable level of heat. Her 
nipples begged for a male body to sand their sensitive, 
stiffened tips. Her steamy, mushy pussy ached for a big 
cock to ram up its sucking hole. 

Kathy inhaled sharply and closed her eyes. This was 
going to be the first time she cheated on Joe. And she 
wasn't going to ruin the experience with a package of 
guilt. If that came, let it come later. Right now, she 
wanted to strap on Bob Decker as badly as he wanted to 
fuck her.

"It's my first time," Kathy said hesitatingly, smiling 
back at him. "I mean, with anybody else besides my 
husband," she corrected herself, noticing his smile 
broaden.

"Then you should be hot for a change," he said as he 
walked slowly up to her. Kathy thought her heart would 
pound through her rib cage as she felt Bob's thick, hot 
lips clamp against hers. She opened her mouth and let 
his wet tongue slide in while his hands roamed freely 
over her grinding body. She felt every square inch of 
her firm body growing warmer as Bob's fingers probed 
her ass, her crotch, and her boobs.

"OH FUCK!" Kathy heard herself moan as she felt his 
fingers mash in her nipples. The room spun around 
crazily as she gripped his zipper. With one quick 
movement, she pulled the zipper down and slid her hand 
in.

"Come on and let's cut out this crap," Bob groaned as 
Kathy wrapped her slender fingers around his stiff 
prick. She almost cried out loud when she felt the heat 
from his cock sear through her skin. Joe's cock was 
longer, but Bob's had a thickness that she knew would 
please her steamy snatch.

"Oh, shit!" Kathy said as Bob started to unbutton her 
blouse. Before she knew it, Kathy felt her blouse slip 
off her shoulders and Bob's hand slip around behind 
her. He was fumbling, trying to find the snap for her 
bra.

"Fuck!" he cried in frustration, wrapping his fingers 
over the cups of her bra. With one powerful pull 
downward, he tore off her halter.

"OHHHH!" Kathy groaned, tilting her head back as she 
felt her big tits, pop out and flop down on her heaving 
chest. Bob backed away slightly and reached into his 
pants, pulling out his big, thick cock. Then he moved 
forward again and lowered his head, opening his mouth 
and sticking out his tongue. Tenderly, he started 
lapping at Kathy's jutting nipples while he unzipped 
her skirt. Kathy rolled her head from side to side and 
moaned almost as loudly as the woman in the other room 
as Bob laved her tits with spit.

"OHHHH!" Kathy moaned as she felt her skirt slide down 
her firm thighs to the floor. She backed away slightly, 
stepping out of the garment.

"Jesus, you're wet!" Bob exclaimed as he stared at the 
big dark wet spot on the crotch of her panties.

"UNNNGHHH!" Kathy groaned shoving her fingers under the 
tight elastic waistband of her panties.

"Come on, babe. Let's see those pussy lips of yours," 
Bob hissed as he stared at her quivering crotch.

"Ohhhh," Kathy cried as she pulled her panties down to 
her knees. The cool air of the room wafted against her 
hot labes, making her cunt contract as Kathy stepped 
out of her panties and kicked them into the far corner. 
Kathy put her hands on her naked, creamy thighs and 
faced Bob, throwing her long blonde hair back as he 
moved his fingers through the thick jungle of blonde 
hairs that covered her box.

"AIYEEE!" Kathy shrieked as Bob suddenly moved his 
hands over her cunt-lips. He worked his fingers over 
her fat, slippery labes. Bob squeezed them together, 
rubbing the hot, slick edges together while he rubbed 
his thumb over her blood-engorged clit.

"Oh, Kathy, I'm gonna have some fun with you," Bob 
groaned as he backed away from the woman and pulled his 
polo shirt off his powerful chest. Kathy opened her 
eyes and gasped when she saw his muscular, hairy chest. 
It wasn't as impressive as Joe's. Few men's bodies 
were. But Bob's was better than average.

"On the floor?" she said as she watched him open the 
top of his pants.

"There's plenty to cover the floor with," he said, 
looking around at all the costumes. This ought to do," 
he said, pulling off three dresses and throwing them 
down in front of Kathy. "Get down on those. I'll be 
with you in a sec," Bob said, shoving his pants down to 
his ankles and lifting his giant, quivering prick into 
the air.

***

"Fuck me! Fuck me! Ohhhh fuckin' Jeeesus, FUCK MEEE!" 
Kathy screamed as she squirmed on the dresses. Her ass 
was on fire! Kathy felt her pussy drool out cunt-juice 
like a broken dam. Her clit throbbed like a big bass 
drum, beating crazily against her swollen labes as her 
tits ached and twitched for relief. She never thought 
that she'd do this for any man except Joe. But now she 
was spreading her legs and hunching up her hot, 
steaming snatch for Bob, producer of a show that her 
husband had practically forced her to join.

Moving quickly Bob kicked his pants into the corner of 
the room and walked slowly toward Kathy. The woman 
watched his thick, heavily veined cock sway from side 
to side with each slow step. Kathy thought she could 
see the blood pound through the thick veins circling 
his prick, pulling the reddening skin tighter and 
tighter as pre-come droplets began to ooze out of his 
expanding piss-slit.

"Oh babe, you're as hot as a pancake griddle," Bob 
said, looking down at Kathy, obviously enjoying her 
writhing, snaking contortions on the floor.

"Jesus, you gonna talk or fuck?" Kathy moaned. She 
couldn't believe that she was talking like some massage 
parlor slut. Her pussy was all that mattered now. All 
she could think about was Bob Decker's cock and her 
straining, aching clit. They had to fuck, put out the 
fire that was burning up her quivering snatch.

Bob sank to his knees and crawled between her widely 
splayed legs. Bob moved up until he was straddling 
Kathy, and started nuzzling her jutting tits. He licked 
the hot flesh of her tit, jabbing his tongue hard 
against the tip. Then he engulfed her hard nipple with 
his hot, wet mouth.

"FUCK!" Kathy groaned, hunching up her knees even 
harder as she felt Bob's teeth sink gently into her 
sensitive nipple-flesh. She could feel the tip of his 
hot prick bang against her ass-cheeks, crawling up 
higher and higher until it finally brushed against her 
swollen cunt-lips. Kathy wriggled her ass desperately, 
trying to lower her ass slightly so that she could suck 
in Bob's cock with her slippery pussy lips.

But Bob obviously didn't want to jab his prick into her 
cunt just yet. He backed away slightly, still keeping 
his lips tightly clamped over her nipple while he 
stroked her other tit.

"NO!" Kathy cried as she felt Bob release her tit, then 
trail his tongue between her boobs, digging the tip of 
it hard against her chest. Slowly he slithered down her 
panting belly until he reached her navel. He dug his 
tongue into the sunken skin, then moved lower. Kissing 
and licking her lower belly, Bob was moving his mouth 
lower, and lower, heading for her cunt hairs.

"Oh, no, no, no! NO!" Kathy screeched, hunching up her 
thighs, trying to impale her juicy snatch onto Bob's 
probing tongue. His tongue was tracing tiny circles on 
her hot flesh, leaving a thick glistening trail on her 
hot skin. Kathy groaned over and over as she felt Bob's 
tongue snake through the thick, blonde bush of cunt 
hairs that surrounded her pussy. 

He was purposely avoiding her swollen labes, moving 
just inches away from the stretched, hot rubbery pussy 
membranes while he stroked the sensitive skin around 
her ass-hole lightly. He was teasing her, urging her on 
to a higher climax than she'd ever had before. 

Kathy wanted to pound her clenched fists hard against 
Bob and demand that he satisfy her fiery pussy 
immediately. At the same time, she knew that if she 
left him alone, Bob would send her soaring to a sexual 
level she'd never entered before -- even with the 
expert tonguing, sucking and fucking of her husband.

"AHHHH!" Kathy sighed deeply as Bob pushed his hands 
under and grabbed her ass while he burrowed his face 
deeper into her muff. His tongue stiffened and jabbed 
in and out of her hot, sucking hole like a thin, sharp 
pointed cock. He spread her cunt-lips then pressed his 
mouth to the juicy hole, his tongue darting at her 
clit. Kathy bucked and screamed like a wounded animal 
when she left Bob tickle her sparking tiny organ.

"Oh, yes! Y-Y-YESSSS!" Kathy groaned, rolling her head 
from side to side as strands of hair plastered 
themselves on her perspiring forehead. She felt herself 
drifting off into some other world filled with sucking 
sounds, bright lights and contracting cunts as Bob 
continued to play with her clit. He sucked the mound of 
flesh and racking spasms tore at her body as she 
lurched and tossed wildly, digging her sharp 
fingernails into the skin of Bob's neck as she fought 
back the hard knot of orgasm that was growing quickly 
in her belly.

"I'm gonna cum!" Kathy shrieked.

"Easy, easy," Bob crooned, pulling away from her 
oozing, dribbling pussy.

"Easy? Oh, God! I-I-oh, shit!" Kathy cried as she felt 
her cunt contract crazily.

"If you cum, just don't worry. I'll make you blow and 
cream all over again," Bob panted as he went back to 
his lapping and sucking. Kathy thought of the woman in 
the other room and how she thrashed on the floor as the 
Dane lapped hungrily at her glistening, exposed pussy. 
For an instant, Kathy wondered if a dog's tongue would 
feel the same as Bob's did now. She fought back the 
idea and buried it--she thought--forever in her mind. 
But it remained there ready pop up when the time was 
right.

"Ohhh! Ohhhh!" Kathy cried as she fought back the 
torrent of orgasmic explosions that threatened to tear 
through her cunt. Bob finally lifted his head from her 
quivering cunt. He licked his thick, wet lips and moved 
in between her legs.

"Christ! When are you going to fuck me?" Kathy moaned 
as she looked up at Bob's flushed face.

"How about right now," Bob asked, smiling down at her 
as he slowly stroked his mammoth cock with his right 
hand. Kathy looked between her jutting tits, at the big 
dick. Bob slid his fingers over the purple, widely 
flanged prick-head, using the oozing droplets of pre-
come as a lubricant as he stroked his prick slowly back 
and forth.

"Yes, yes, yes," Kathy rasped.

"Ummm," Bob moaned, bending down and licking at her 
semi-parted lips as Kathy raised her legs and spread 
them as widely apart as she could.

"I want cock!" Kathy cried crazily as she bucked, 
thrusting her cunt toward his shaft.

"You've got it!" Bob said as he moved his pulsating 
cock-head directly over her stretched, parted cunt-
lips. Slowly he hunched his thighs forward, driving the 
prick-head slowly against her quivering cunt-lips.

"IN! IN! IN!" Kathy groaned.

"Oh, yeah!" Bob hissed as he pushed against Kathy's 
tight pussy lips. Slowly, the tip of his throbbing cock 
sank between her sucking lips. As the head drove in, 
her slick labes clamped tightly around his shaft.

"Oh, that feels soooo goood!" Kathy moaned as she felt 
inch after inch of Bob's hot cock drive into her cunt, 
sinking quickly into her pussy like a red-hot knife 
through a tub of butter.

"Doesn't feel too bad to me!" Bob grunted as he made a 
couple of fast quick fuck-thrusts into Kathy's grabbing 
cunt.

"AIYEEEE!" Kathy cried, rotating her ass-cheeks slowly, 
screwing her hips up as her pussy sucked in inch after 
inch of Bob's driving massive hot prick. Bob began to 
move his ass around too, reaming out her out like she'd 
never experienced before.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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