A peek at her dog act

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Jenny did not know how truly wonderful and strange fate really was.

Judy Sutton, the pert nymph who enjoyed giving handjobs to dogs, had driven into the country for her picnic after she had jacked her bull terrier off at the stop light – never for a moment imagining that anyone had witnessed the act or what a chain of events had been set in progress by that observation.

She found a pleasant, shady glen.

That glen bordered a golf course.

It was the same golf course on which Jenny's husband, Hank, was playing golf.

Hank had been playing well but on the ninth hole he sliced a ball in to the rough. He cursed, watching the ball bounce into a fringe of trees. It was going to be difficult to find it in there, but he didn't want to take a penalty if he could help it so he went in to look.

He moved through the bushes.

He came to the edge of a shady glen and stopped dead, staring through the undergrowth.

A sexy young girl was sitting on a blanket, the remains of a picnic spread out around her. Next to her, a powerful dog was sitting on his haunches.

The dog had a hard-on.

The girl hadn't noticed the hard-on, he guessed. Or she was shyly ignoring the dog's erect cock, for she was paying no attention to the state of the dog's arousal. It excited Hank to see a dog with a boner sitting so close to a girl who was pretty enough to give anyone a boner.

He watched, sheltered by the bushes.

The girl turned to the dog. She couldn't help but notice his prick now, and Hank wondered how she would react.

When he saw her smile he gasped.

"Horny again, you naughty doggy?" she said.

The dog pricked his ear up.

"Well, I'll just have to do something about that, won't I?" she said playfully.

She reached out and took the dog's prick in her hand, rubbing her thumb against the underside of his cockhead where the pricktip flared out from the hairy cocksheath.

She began to stroke his cock.

Hank almost fainted.

The girl lifted her skirt up, baring her belly and thighs, aiming the head of the bull terrier's stout prick at her crotch. Her hand pumped up and down slowly. The dog whined with delight, and the girl seemed to be enjoying the handjob every bit as much as the animal.

Hank was panting, and his prick surged up.

She heard Hank pant.

She turned her head and found herself looking Hank right in the eyes.

For a long moment, they stared at each other. They both blushed. The girl had stopped stroking the dog's cock although the dog, less inhibited and amoral, was still fucking her fist.

Then Hank grinned.

He stepped out into the glade.

"Don't stop," he rasped.

The girl began to grin. She saw the massive lump of his cock in his pants.

"Please don't stop," Hank whispered. "I've never seen anything as exciting as that."

She hesitated for a moment.

Then she began jacking off the dog again.

Hank knelt down on the blanket, beside her. He took his prick out and started to jerk himself off, but the girl shook her head.

"Wait a minute," she said. "After I milk my dog's cock, you can fuck me."

Hank removed his hand from his prick. Left alone, his cock throbbed and bucked. The bloated knob seemed to smoke.

Judy stroked faster now, as eager as Hank to get fucked. Jerking a dog off always made her yearn for a cuntful of human cock. The dog whimpered and fucked. Her hand flew up and down the length of his prick. Suddenly a creamy jet burst from his cockhead and hosed her thighs and belly and crotch. Hank cried out with lust, and Judy was panting heavily as she pulled away, the dog's prick totally drained of cum. She tightened her fist around the cockstalk, just behind the pricktip, and squeezed the last drops of jism out.

She stretched out on the blanket, raising her knees and parting her thighs.

Hank mounted her.

He fitted his cockhead into her pussyslot, churned his prick around, then rammed the whole seething cock home. They began to fuck with furious energy.

They were so hot they both came almost immediately.

They paused for only a moment, then Jack started fucking his prick into her again, more slowly now.

He said, "Do you jerk off your dog often?"

"Um hum," she said. "A lot."

"Do you ever fuck him?"

"Or take his cock in your mouth?"

"No," she said.

Hank was disappointed but with that tight, slippery cunt working on his prick he soon forgot his disappointment. His ass corkscrewed as he fed long, twisting cuntfuls of cock to her. She met him with turning hips and heaving belly. He cupped her ass in his hands, lifting her to his thundering strokes, angling in from above, then feeding her an underslung stroke, then fucking in from the side. His cock had never felt so huge, but her cunt was taking it all, sucking on his prick greedily as she sought to pull out another load of jism.

He poured his load into her.

"Let's fuck dog style," she said.

It seemed appropriate.

She turned onto her hands and knees, and Jack slipped his prick into her pussy from the back. His belly slapped on her ass and his balls swung in against her cunt mound. They fucked steadily, grindingly.

"Play with the dog again," he pleaded.

The dog, observing this human fucking with interest, had another hard-on. He trotted over eagerly when Judy called him. The dog stood sideways to her, and she began jacking him off under his belly.

The dog's orgasm took longer this time.

Hank fucked slowly, waiting for the dog to shoot, wanting to see that remarkable thing again before he blew his own load into her cunt again.

The dog squirted a dose out. His silvery jism looped in a curve. A squirt of cum lashed sideways and splattered in Judy's face.

Hank howled like a dog himself and began churning his cock into her cunt with savage thrusts. He felt her pussy clutch and pull as she started to come. Hank poured a frothy load into her as she came.

"That," she said, "was fun."

"Can we meet again?"

"Oh, no. I have all the boyfriends I want," Judy told him. "I wouldn't have fucked you today except you caught me whacking off my dog and, well, it just seemed like the thing to do."

Hank was sad.

Her jacking off a dog had been the most exciting thing he had ever seen, and he wished he could see a girl jack off a dog again. But he didn't suppose he ever would. After all, it was a rare girl, indeed, who would jerk off a dog.

It had opened a whole new thrilling world to him. He wished that he knew some perverted woman who would let him watch while she fucked a dog, or, maybe even better, sucked one off. Hank could not imagine anything more wonderful than that.

And as he sat there, drained, on the blanket, he wondered if his sexy wife would ever do such a thing? How marvelous that would be, to watch his wife suck and fuck with a dog! He even toyed with the idea of buying a dog, getting Jenny drunk and begging her to fuck the hound.

But he knew that was just wishful thinking. Jenny would never do a thing like that.