The wife's doggy position

CHAPTER TWO

Molly felt a bit better after masturbating… but not much. She had been too hot to be satisfied with a mere handjob. Still, her orgasm had taken some of the pressure off, and now she would be able to wait until her husband got home from work. She sure hoped that he was in the mood for it. He was a good lover, thoughtful and attentive. She had always been rather shy about making love, until they got started, and now the blonde smiled wryly as she thought about how surprised Jake was going to be when he came home and found her eager for sex.

She was thinking that maybe she would ask him to put it to her from the back, doggy style.

She didn't bother to get dressed again, but put a bathrobe on and went downstairs to make a pot of coffee.

Then fate took a hand.

Molly was standing at the sink, filling the kettle, when she heard a furious barking and yelping from the backyard. She looked out the window and was surprised to see a small mongrel dog dashing across the yard, tail between its legs, looking frightened. A moment later, two other dogs came bounding into sight in determined pursuit of the mongrel. One was a black Doberman, the other a boxer. Molly realized that the small mongrel must be a bitch in heat. She couldn't blame the small bitch for being terrified of those two big animals chasing her. The Doberman was in the lead, and it looked as if he was going to catch the bitch. But then the female was across the yard, and she had darted under the lower rail of the fence.

The pursuers were both much too large to fit under the fence. They stopped, whining in frustration, running up and down the fence looking for a way through, while the bitch scampered off.

Molly saw that both dogs had hard-ons.

She felt sorry for them. Their whining was pitiful, their frustration obvious.

And both of them had big pricks.

Molly blushed as she realized where her thoughts were leading.

Oh, no, she told herself, and she turned away from the window… then turned right back again. Not having hands, the poor dogs had no way of relieving their frustrations. They would have to suffer until their erections went away in the course of time.

Unless…

Molly felt herself trembling all over.

I could throw a bucket of cold water on them, she thought.

Molly was wondering if she should do those dogs a favor. She had no intention of fucking them – she still thought of that as no more than a wild fantasy – but she thought that it would do no harm if she were to jack them off. The poor brutes needed to come so badly that it would be an act of mercy, an act of charity, she reasoned. It wouldn't be as if she were having sex with them, nothing like that, she would just be relieving the poor, dumb brutes out of kindness to animals.

And the thought of having those fat canine cocks in her hand was sort of exciting, too.

She had to admit that she would probably enjoy doing it… especially when they started to whimper and whine and hump, then squirted their hot jism all over the place!

Molly felt a hot flush of dark desire.

She looked at her watch. There was plenty of time to do it before her husband got home, she decided. As horny as the dogs were, she didn't think it would take long to milk them off. Just a few quick strokes, and they'd be shooting off like fire hoses.

Molly had actually convinced herself that she was going to do it out of kindness, rather than lust.

She went to the kitchen door and opened it.

The two dogs were still trotting up and down along the barrier of the fence, both beasts whimpering and rumbling. Their tails were standing out stiff, their movements were disjointed and awkward. Holly gazed at their big, swollen pricks.

Oh! I am terrible, she thought.

Molly knew that she was going to get hornier than ever while she jacked the brutes off.

Her husband was going to be in for a surprise, she figured.

Then she called to the dogs.

Neither dog responded, at first, because they were still concerned with the mongrel bitch. But after awhile, seeing that pursuit was hopeless, the Doberman cocked an ear. When Molly called again, he began to trot over to the house.

The boxer followed.

Molly held the kitchen door open, and both dogs entered without hesitation. Molly stroked the Doberman behind the ear, then petted the boxer. Both dogs sniffed at her in a faintly puzzled why. They sensed that something unusual was afoot, that this woman was like a bitch in heat, herself. But neither of the brutes had ever had such a relationship with a woman before, and now they whined nervously, not understanding the situation.

Molly walked into the front room.

The dogs trotted in after her.

Now that she had them in the house, Molly hesitated, her inhibitions rising again, not at all sure that she should do a thing like this. But the poor brutes really did need relief. She kept telling herself that, excusing her act even before she had done it.

She got down on the floor.

The dogs stood on either side of her, heads cocked, tongues lolling out over their panting jaws. Molly began to stroke the black Doberman's flank. She looked at his prick as she did. The blonde had never really taken much notice of a dog's cock before. The meaty slab of his cockhead was flaring out from the hairy sheath, a wedge of red heat that was throbbing and pulsating. His long prickshaft was taut, and his balls were swollen with his urgent load.

She glanced at the boxer.

His cock was even larger than the Doberman's and his knob was a darker shade of purple.

Molly wondered if she should jack them off one at a time, or use both hands and do them at the same time? How far would they shoot? Should she get a tissue paper to catch their cum, or just let it fly out, and mop it up afterwards? She was trying to think clinically about it, but her lust kept getting in the way of such thoughts. She was thinking that it might be very exciting to let the brutes spill their cum onto her body! She liked the idea of having hot jism splash on her tits and belly… maybe even to spread her legs and let them shoot a load on her hot cunt!

The blonde opened her robe. Then she slipped it right off, not wanting to get cum stains on it. The dogs regarded her curiously, sniffing at the distinctive scent of hot pussy.

Reaching down, Molly touched the Doberman's prick, holding it in her upturned palm as if weighing it. The feeling of that fat cock throbbing in her hand was wildly exciting.

The Doberman whimpered and twitched.

She slid her hand down to cup his bloated balls.

Then she fingered the slippery, rubbery knob.

Turning, she felt the boxer's prick, in turn.

Both of their cockheads had started to bubble with foamy precum. The sight of that quicksilvery fluid oozing out was driving Molly crazy, and her cunt was flooding, streamers of pussy juice running down her crotch and seeping into the crack of her taut ass. She drew her knees up and parted her thighs. Taking the Doberman's cock in her hand, she closed her fist around the root and began to jack up and down, slowly and gingerly. The blonde was aiming his cockhead at her groin. She began to rub her cunt with her free hand, but just lightly, not trying to make herself come yet. She wanted to save that until she felt the dog's hot jism splash on her. Then she would finger her clit and bring herself to an orgasm with dog cum dripping from her fuckslot.

Her fist skimmed down.

As she pulled the sheath back, the brute's cockhead flared out in a wide wedge, and more cum oozed from the parted cleft. She stroked back up and the hairy sheath curled up at the edge of his knob, Molly was leaning forward, her face right in front of his prick as she gazed in total fascination at the dog's big cockhead.

Then the boxer pushed his blunt muzzle into Molly's steamy crotch, and he took a lick.

Molly shuddered.

His nose was cold, his tongue was hot, and it felt very, very nice to have him rooting around in her throbbing cunt like a pig nosing for corn in a trough.

After all, she was doing the two dogs a favor. Why shouldn't she let them return the favor and get some pleasure, herself? Letting a dog lap her pussy wasn't really so very bad, she told herself. Dogs are always giving people a lick. It didn't matter what part of her body that tongue was applied to. It wasn't as if she were actually having sex with the dumb brutes.

She spread her cuntlips open.

The boxer's nimble tongue slurped up her foaming fuckslot.

Molly had been ignoring the Doberman as she concentrated on this new pleasure. Her fist was still folded around his stout rod but her strokes had faltered and become erratic. The Doberman whined, and his hindquarters pumped as he fucked through her fist. Molly began to stroke him again, faster now, eager to jack the juices from his cock and balls. She adored the way his prickshaft expanded in her hand his knob flared out, the cleft open and dripping. She gazed at his meaty cock. It spread out like the head of a hooded cobra about to strike.

Suddenly, the Doberman gave a long, low wine, and his whole muscular body began to vibrate.

Molly gasped as she felt the cum run up his cockshaft.

Then the creamy stuff was shooting out from his prickhead in great spurts, coming out as if from a high pressure hose. Molly wailed with pure lust. Jism splattered on her plump tits and splashed on her heaving belly. She watched it jet from his knob in fascination. Load after load shot out. His balls seemed bottomless. The hot slime was pouring down the slopes of her tits, running into her deep cleavage, dripping from her stiff nipples. A glob of the stuff pooled in her belly button. A slippery trail trickled down into her golden pubic bush. She kept pumping, and the dog kept coming. A dose splattered in the hollow of her throat. Then the fierce initial pressure was reduced. The brute was still shooting, but his cum wasn't jetting straight out now, it was looping out and down, falling onto her hot thighs. Her whole sleek torso was coated with the stuff, awash with canine cum.

Finally, he stopped shooting.

She continued to stroke him for a few moments, to make sure that she had milked out every drop.

She felt his prick soften and diminish in her fist.

But it didn't collapse completely.

His cock was still throbbing and the swollen knob still flared. Molly realized that the potent Doberman was going to need more than one climax before he was satisfied. The idea did not trouble her at all. She was more than willing to jack him off again.

But there was still the boxer to be dealt with.

That handsome beast was still lapping away on her cunt, his hot breath billowing up her fuckslot, his tongue steaming as it slurped up cuntjuice with ravenous gusto. Some of the Doberman's cum had trickled down into her pussy. The boxer lapped that up, too.

Molly released the hound's cock.

The animal stepped back, stiff-legged. He seemed to be grinning. His prick swayed up and down under his belly, the knob still flaring out from the sheath, not getting any softer, looking like it was going to get iron-hard again at any moment. But the brute seemed to realize that it was the boxer's turn for some action now, and he stood back, waiting.

He was beginning to sense that human females were a lot nicer than bitches. They didn't escape under fences, for one thing.

He wondered what a human cunt was like.

He waited hopefully.

Molly turned her attentions on the boxer.