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dog lick her like this. Dora writhed with a combination of ecstasy and agony as Brute's bestial tongue
cleaved her sexual crevice so flamingly in two.
Now her awkward frightened moans were changing to something more like soft, urgent mewls of
pleasure-pleasure that she did not want to give in to, but which was so deliciously illicit-pleasure that she
had intended to struggle against ... but that slithering thick tongue, licking so hotly and without mercy at
her burning cuntal slit, was forcing her to enjoy it regardless of all moral considerations.
Suddenly she raised her trembling hands, moaned something unintelligible and indecisive - then dropped
them to grasp Brute's earnestly working head!
Uttering a savage animal sob, she suddenly kicked her legs back and up over her head, dragging Brute's
snout forward into her well-lubricated, pleasure-churning cunt. His enormous tongue thrust up the moist
passageway like an attacking lizard, ravishing her upthrust loins without mercy. Wild, incoherent groans
burst from her agonized lips, pleading with and encouraging the dumb animal who was salivating
between her writhing upturned buttocks. Brute worked like the savage beast he was, the rutting lust of
the wild and his devotion to his voluptuous russet-haired mistress driving him on ...
By now Dora was so intoxicated with rapture that she was heedless of everything else in the world. Her
mouth hung open in enchanted ecstasy as she knelt there before her own pet-her glassy, lust-smoked
eyes stating up into nothingness as the powerful animal lapped hungrily at her hot wet loins. She could
not remember when she had been so happy. The dog's thick wet tongue ran like fire the entire length of
her sexual crevice, above which her rapidly rising and falling belly fluttered as if filled with a million
butterflies. The moist red slit of her vagina felt as if it was being drenched in sweet honey. Each fresh
flick of Brute's magnificent tongue imparted a fresh torment. The dainty pleasure-button of her clitoris felt
as if it were being teased by lightning, and had expanded into hardness just above the stretched pink
opening of her cuntal entrance.
Brute continued to snake his wet tongue maddeningly over the quivering little nub of raw nerves at the
peak of her steaming pussy slit. Dora's body jerked with each electric contact and her legs clamped
tightly together around his furry head, the soft inner thighs imprisoning his snout in a vise-like grip. Then
her hips began a slow up-and-down movement in rhythm to the probings of his slavering tongue, while
all the while endless groans mingled with soft animal mews of sheer pleasure from between her fiercely
clenched teeth. She was trapped in a mindless fit of uncontrolled lust and her upper torso writhed like a
belly-dancer's.
Her body seemed to be squirming out of control, twisting lustfully after the depraved lapping of her
burning loins. Hopelessly, Dora surrendered to the nerve-shattering lickings of that dominating animal
tongue within her moistly flaming pussy.
"Oh God," she groaned helplessly as the tantalizing licking dominated her entire being. She screwed her
pelvis helplessly back onto his snout and worked it around in small little circles, sighing all the while at the
delicious animal tonguing that was taking place at the very entrance to her soul. There had never been
anything in the world like this urgent feeling, nothing else in the world but that fiercely lashing tongue
which was sending her upward into such majestic heights of ecstasy. Dora reveled and wallowed in this
lewd tingling joy until it seemed as if her body was going to explode into a thousand fragments. Her
vaginal passage felt as if it were literally on fire.
"Ooooooh yesssss," she hissed, enslaved. "Lick me, darling. Lick your mistress! Help me! Faster,
darling, oh faster!" she begged, gasping for air. She was approaching orgasm and her body had become
something animal and no longer resembling anything human, with her enormous fulsome breasts, swelled
and hard and throbbing with blue veins, tossing this way and that, her dark auburn curls shaking all over,
her pelvis grinding upwards into Brute's furiously lapping tongue while she held his pointy ears and tried
to draw his snout right up into her cunt.
Then suddenly Dora began to feel the tide of sensation rising towards orgasm. Beginning deeply in her
fluttering belly, the very hopelessness of her position and the debasing ravishment of her flesh was
bringing tiny ripples of fire dancing through her tattered nerves. Tantalized beyond belief, she felt her
loins begin-at last-to hurtle outwards like a bright ball of fire towards an almost impossible climax. And
then her insides were erupting in bright white flashes, and she felt and saw the cum gushing from the walls
of her vagina and out over Brute's hyperactive snout until his very whiskers were dripping with the
obscene wetness. A never ending stream of pleasure seemed to blow outward through her shattered
nerves until she wanted to shriek and shriek and shriek for joy. She groaned as her orgasm flooded his
handsome face in great sensual waves of cum, seeping warmly from her vaginal lips and down the insides
of her quivering white thighs, the feeling so indescribable that she felt as if she must be dying from pure
pleasure. The whole of the moaning mother's loins felt wet and used beyond belief, as for one long
moment she shuddered with joy on the brink and in the middle of that most joyous orgiastic moment,
and then screamed, jackknifed her legs twice, and fell forward on the bedroom carpet into her own
soaking perspiration, tears of heavenly relief rolling from her tightly clenched eyes.
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Guy Donovan shook his Chicago Daily News in his big hands, and occasionally glanced distractedly out
the window of the evening commuter special that was carrying him from Chicago's downtown northward
to the North Shore. Not long ago the Chicago & Northwestern had attached a drinking car to its
commuter trains, but he did not feel in a gay enough mood for the bar. He was so preoccupied with
other things that he was sure he would snap at anyone he met who tried to be friendly. And trouble was [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]