David Crane - Animal retreat

Buck lay curled on the floor in the corner of the rustic cabin, panting slightly, his long, red tongue lolling out from the side of his jaw. The big black-and-tan hound looked exhausted, and it was obviously not from chasing rabbits because his cock and balls had evidently just been drained. His balls were shrunken between his hindlegs and his long prick hung along the floor in a soft coil of meat. The tip of his slick red cockhead still nudged out from the shaggy cocksheath, and the naked red prick was streaked with lashings of cum. A gossamer thread of glistening jizm connected his open pisshole to a little slippery pool of slime on the floorboards.

His prick was still in the process of diminishing, the stalk rippling as it softened and the shiny knob slowly retreating back into the hairy cocksheath, spinning that slimy thread out as it withdrew. The big dog was spent, but not yet sleeping. His eyes were open and one ear was cocked and his wet black nose twitched with mild interest. Buck was finished, himself, but he was still paying attention to the continuing activity on the bunk bed across the room, where Old Blue was taking his turn fucking the woman.

The steady drumming sound of an axe came from behind the cabin, and Michelle Warden knew that as long as that sound continued it meant that her husband was still chopping firewood and that there was no danger that he might walk in and catch her doing what she so dearly loved to do getting her ass fucked off by the hounds.

She had taken on Buck first, for no particular reason, since both black-and-tan hounds were equally energetic and enthusiastic and horny. She had gotten down on all fours on the floor and coaxed Buck into mounting her ass and throwing a dynamite fuck up her cunt hole, while Old Blue had pranced around them, yelping, his stiff cock jolting wildly under him as he impatiently waited his turn.

As soon as Buck had unloaded his balls into her, she had pulled his prick out of her pussy and moved to the bed, where she was now for variety fucking with Old Blue in a modified missionary position.

Michelle's voluptuous body was sprawled across the bunk, her back deeply arched and her knees raised. Her lush thighs were parted wide around the humping dog and her creamy crotch was thrust upwards, so that her cunt was at just the right angle for the horny hound to pour the prick to her. Her bright-red hair spread across the bed and a blissful smile turned up the corners of her sensual lips.

Old Blue seemed to have fallen into a fucking rhythm with the steady drumming of the ax.

Whack, whack, whack went the ax, as the keen blade shattered the logs into segments, and each time the chopping sound cracked in the chilled, brisk air, Old Blue fucked his cock into the wanton woman with such vigor that he seemed to be trying to chop her pussy apart.

But Michelle's pliable pussy took all the cock that the big dog could throw into her. The woman simply adored a cuntful of animal prick.

Whimpering like an animal, herself, she met the hound's fuck-thrusts with equal vitality and gusto. As the brute pounded his prick into her, she shoved her cunt down to meet him, taking his huge cock balls-deep up her fuck-hole, and as he drew back she twisted her lush hips sideways, winding her pussy around on his retreating cock and adding torque to the in-and-out friction.

"Oh!" she gasped, as Old Blue fed her a particularly lusty cock-lunge, tilting her ass up from the bunk as his prick plunged into the depths of her pussy.

Her whole crotch was lathered with the overflow of her cunt slot. Each time the hound's cock fucked into her, he pumped more cunt juice out. The slippery, pearly pussy nectar ran down her jerking groin and seeped into the tight crack of her churning ass.

She arched deeper and clamped her smooth thighs tightly to his shaggy shanks, riding him from below. Then she threw her legs wide open again, giving the enthusiastic beast free reign as he wallowed in her cunt gash.

His red cock vanished to the root in her pussy slot. His balls slapped against her ass, swollen and solid and bloated with a big cum-load.

Then he pulled back out until only the naked slab of his smoking hot cockhead was lodged in her cunt-slot. His cockstalk was drenched with cunt juice, the stuff gleaming like a string of pearls on his prick-shaft.

He fucked into again and a mist of pussy cream hung over her jolting pelvis. Ribbons of the stuff ran down the sleek flesh of her inner thighs and a creamy trickle shot up into her fiery-red cunt bush.

Her firm ass swung from side to side and her flat belly pumped up and down. Her cunt hole was dissolving on the dog's frantic fuck-tool. Michelle had already creamed when Buck poured the prick to her doggy style, and now she was ready to come again on Old Blue's massive prick.

Michelle was on of those very lucky women who could come endlessly, as long as there was a stiff cock slamming into her fuck-hole a cock of any species.

Old Blue fucked on, stepping up the pace as the thrill built in his bestial loins. He was yelping and whimpering. His gleaming white fangs were bared in a snarl of passion, his dark lips rolled back. Dog slobber dribbled from his jowls and splashed on her belly and tits.

The blood was rushing in her ears, her heart was hammering wildly as the wave of ecstasy began to rush laterally across her belly and run like electric currents up her trembling thighs and into her crotch.

But she was still listening to the sound of the ax as her husband chopped the wood, unable to concentrate completely on the action because she knew it would be embarrassing, to say the least, if her husband were to finish his chore and walk in and find her getting her pussy stuffed full of dog cock. He might not have understood. He might even feel rather jealous. She could hardly blame him.

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.

She began working on the dog's cock with all her skill. The wet walls of her fuck-tunnel clamped around the contours of his cockhead and cockshaft, clinging to every precious inch. Her cunt muscles began to milk him, closing in a series of concentric rings that rippled up his cockstalk from the hairy root to the naked crown, as if she had a magic fist inside her belly, frigging the brute off.