At long last, the doggy stopped fucking. He clung to her haunches, panting and drooling, his spent cockmeat still stuck up her sodden pussy.
Debby kept moving for a few moments, working off the final spasms of her joy, milking out the last flow of her dynamic coming onto the beast's immobile prick.
Then, panting like a dog herself, and smiling with contentment, Debby stopped moving. She looked at her father again, pleased at how greatly her depravity had excited him, at how massive and hard his cock was, towering before him. He stared back at her, his eyes glazed by horniness.
"I'm real naughty, ain't I, Daddy?" she whispered.
Frank nodded.
"But it made you real hot, huh?" she said.
Frank could hardly have denied that fact, with his prick pounding violently and his balls full again. Debby began to crawl toward him, on her hands and knees. Rex was still mounted on her ass and as she crawled away the doggy danced after her, his prick lodged in her cunt hole, unable to uncouple. Debby's knees moved, and the dog pranced over her, whimpering. Frank wondered if they were stuck together, like a dog and a bitch – if he would have to throw a bucket of cold water over them before they could separate.
But then the Alsatian's fat prick, empty but still bloated, began to pull out of the girl's pussy. It came out as it had gone in, inch by inch. The big wedge of his cock-knob stuck fast in her slot for a moment, clamped in her cunt-lips. Then it came out with a slurp.
The doggy yelped and jumped down from her ass, his prick swaying up and down. The cock-knob dipped toward the floor like a divining rod, dripping. Rex twisted around, his shaggy neck arching. His tongue shot out and he licked at the naked meat of his drenched cockhead. Then he moved away, stiff-legged, and curled up on his flank. His long, thick prick began to slowly soften and retract back into his cock sheath. His balls were already collapsed and Rex, for the moment, was finished.
But Daddy was more than ready to fuck.
CHAPTER FIVE
Debby had come by her inclinations – both for incest and bestiality – honestly. She had inherited those tastes from her mother. And although she had mentioned Jennifer's promiscuity in order to get her daddy excited, the girl had also been telling the truth. She knew that her mother was in the habit of giving blow-jobs to a wide selection of gentlemen and, coming home unexpectedly one memorable day, she had found Jennifer getting fucked by the doggy. Her mother had been a bit embarrassed at having her daughter catch her in such a compromising position, but Rex had kept right on fucking merrily away, not even knowing there was anything to be ashamed of. And Jennifer, already revealed as a doggy fucker and unable to halt the grinding process anyhow, had shrugged and carried on pumping under the brute until he'd unloaded his cum into her.
Afterwards, looking suitably abashed, Jennifer had said: "I hope you aren't too disgusted with me, Debby."
And sweet little Debby had grinned and said: "Naw – not so long as I can fuck him, too."
Jennifer was rather proud of her little girl for taking after her…
Jennifer had arrived at her sister's country home quite late the day before and they hadn't had a chance to talk much before they went to bed. Jennifer had stayed awake long into the night, however, alone in the spare bedroom and listening to the bed squeak in the other bedroom as her sister and her husband fucked up a storm. It had made Jennifer very randy, indeed. She was accustomed to plenty of sex from her own husband Frank, as well as from her extra-marital affairs. Sleeping alone was not to her taste. She'd frigged her hot pussy to a lather several times before she drifted into slumber – and she woke up as horny as ever in the morning.
Now she was sitting in the big kitchen of the converted farmhouse, drinking a cup of coffee and wearing a slinky black negligee. Her sister Sarah, one year younger, was seated across from her at the wooden table. They looked quite a bit alike, the two sexy sisters, both being voluptuous blondes. They had often been mistaken for twins in the past, and many a man had discussed the relative merits of the sisters as lovers. Jennifer and Sarah had often shared boyfriends and, double dating, had switched partners, as well. There were few secrets between them – although there were a few things they kept secret from others. Now that they were both married and living in different areas, they didn't get to see much of each other – and that was something that they both regretted.
They chatted idly over their morning coffee for a few minutes, then Jennifer asked: "Where's Nick?"
"He's gone out to groom the horse," Sarah replied.
"About that horse…" said Jennifer, and both blonde sisters began to giggle.
Sarah's husband, Nick, had recently bought her a riding horse, and, writing to Jennifer about it, Sarah had made a point of mentioning that the animal was a stallion. That was one of the reasons why Jennifer had decided to visit, in fact – she was intrigued by the possibilities.
Still giggling, but with a serious look in her eyes, Jennifer said: "Well? Tell me, Sis."
"What's that?" Sarah asked, faking innocence.
"Are you fooling around with that fucking stallion or not?" Jennifer demanded.
"Well, as a matter of fact – yeah," Sarah admitted.
"Oh, shit! What a turn-on!" Jennifer exclaimed. "I figured you probably were…"
"Nick doesn't know, of course," Sarah said. "But as long as we're careful, we can both have some fun with Trigger. If you want to…"
"Fucking right, I want to!" Jennifer wailed. "I've been thinking about it ever since I got your letter!"
"Still got your doggy?" Sarah asked.
Jennifer grinned. "Sure. In fact – maybe I shouldn't mention this – but Debby is screwing the fucker, too!"
Sarah blinked, then smiled, excited by the knowledge that her sexy little niece was a doggy fucker, that bestiality ran in the family.
"Remember the first time we fucked a doggy?" she said. "That Great Dane that wandered into the yard when we were sunbathing?"
Jennifer, who remembered it well, nodded. The sisters had shared the dog, found canine cock much to their taste and managed to find plenty of it in the future. But now Sarah had proceeded to a larger species – and Jennifer was steaming at the prospect. The sisters had always shared everything and, she knew, the stallion would be no different.
"Oooh – when can we do it?" she asked, her voice husky and quavering. "I got so fucking hot last night, hearing you and Nick screwing…"
"Well, we'll have to wait until Nick isn't around – but he's going into town later on."
"Hell – I don't know if I can wait!" Jennifer moaned. "I frigged off all night – but it only made me hotter."
Sarah raised her cup. Steam drifted past her face as she sipped, gazing thoughtfully at her sister. "It'll take him an hour or so to groom Trigger. I mean, we have time if you want to – like we used to do sometimes, when we didn't have dates and we both felt horny."
"Ooooh – you wanna?" breathed Jennifer.
"Sure," Sarah said. "You know, Sis, I never did it with a girl, except for you. Somehow it didn't seem right, you know? Like making it with another woman would make me a lesbian, or something. But with us – being sisters and all…"
"Yeah! Let's!" Jennifer cried with enthusiasm.
Cunts smoldering, the sisters stood up…
In the barn, Trigger's soft, moist nostrils twitched as the fragrance of hot pussy came drifting from the house, tantalizing and intriguing. His gigantic cock began to tingle and swell. He pawed at the ground and snorted.
Nick was seated on a low stool beside the stallion's flank, brushing the brute's glossy black coat. Trigger arched his head and gazed down, puzzled. He was only a horse, and none too bright. He couldn't figure out why a human male was rubbing him when his nostrils told him there were hot human mares nearby. He nickered impatiently. Nick, blissfully unaware of the fact that his wife was a horse lover, groomed happily away on the equine Romeo in the bliss of ignorance…