CHAPTER 4
Tommy had gotten turned on by, of all things, a catfish. The boy had been walking along beside the slow running stream behind the cabin, bored and restless and wishing he was back in town so he could call his girlfriend and, if he was lucky, get her to give him a handjob. He and Vicky had been doing a lot of necking and petting in the last few months and, although she wouldn't suck or fuck, the girl was usually willing to jerk him off while he played with her tits. She seemed to enjoy pumping the spunk out of his potent balls and often creamed her panties, without touching her cunt, when she saw the jism spurt out of his cockhead. She always leaned right over his lap while she frigged his meat, staring with great concentration at his cock and balls. When he shot his fuckjuice, she didn't even mind if the steaming hot slime splashed right in her face, either. But, unfortunately, she wouldn't take his cock into her mouth. She wouldn't even give it a lick. And after she'd emptied his balls and some of his jism was on her lips, instead of licking it up she always delicately mopped the stuff away with her handkerchief. It was nice to get jacked off, of course, but it was frustrating, too, to have his stiff cock so close to the girl's sweet mouth and not have it tongued or sucked. Tommy had often put a hand behind her head and pushed her face down onto his prick, but she always kept her lips closed and turned her head so that instead of nudging her mouth his cock slid along her cheek. Naturally, being unsucked, the horny teenager thought a great deal about blowjobs and that was why the catfish turned him on. The fish had been drifting just below the surface of the stream and its big oval mouth had been open and pulsing the way catfish mouths tend to do. Watching that O- shaped slot pumping away, Tommy had found that his cock was getting stiff and his balls were filling up very nicely. He wondered what it would be like to get sucked off by a fish. It wasn't a very erotic fantasy but still that pulsing mouth looked kind of inviting. Tommy opened his fly and reached in to haul his cock and balls out. He had a big prick sprouting out above a set of hairy, swollen scumbags. His cockhead was a dark purple slab, shaped like a mushroom, and dark veins seamed the underside of his cockstalk, pulsing and throbbing. Tommy gazed at his cock and tried to pretend that the prickhead was clamped in his girlfriend's lips. His cock-knob flared and his pisshole parted. A few drops of slime bubbled out, frothy and milky on the purple meat. Tommy felt his balls, squeezing gently, then folded his hand around the root of his cock. He began to frig himself up and down, slowly, his fist skimming over the thick shaft. When he pumped back toward his balls, his cockhead flared out wide, throbbing. Jerking his own prick didn't feel nearly as good as having Vicky jerk it for him, certainly, but it was better than nothing. He tightened his grip, pumping faster. He pumped down and gasped as he felt his scumbags explode. The thick sap shot up his stalk and came spurting out of his cockhead in a creamy wad. The first burst arched out over the stream, glinting like a silvery spaceship in the sunlight. The slimy nuggets hit the water and the catfish greedily gobbled the stuff up. Tommy hoped it was a female catfish. He shot a load straight up in the air, the cum rising higher than his head and hanging suspended for a moment, then falling back to splatter at his feet as he stroked another dose out of his cock and balls, frigging with vigor and gusto. He beat his meat furiously, draining his balls to the dregs. Panting, legs trembling and shaking, the boy slowed his strokes, then stopped. His big prick curled out of his fist in a
heavy loop, bowed but not gone limp. Tommy regarded it, wondering whether he should whack off again. But the immediate pressure was off now, his balls were depleted, and he knew that it would take longer to come a second time. The boy decided to return to the cabin where, in the privacy of his own room, he could stretch out on the bed and enjoy a long, leisurely hand-job in comfort. He tucked his semi-hard prick back into his pants and zippered up his fly over the prominent bulge. He headed back towards the cabin, thinking of blowjobs as he went. That was a coincidence, because a blowjob was in process at that very moment, in the cabin.
Catherine curled onto her flank, one knee raised up and her thighs parted. Her pussy was flowing like a swampy river through her crotch, her clit standing out and throbbing. She squirmed under the Alsatian. Rex stood with his long prick, his flanks quivering, sensing that he was in for a treat as his mistress prepared to give her hungry mouth a tasty doggy yummy. She folded her fist around the hairy root of his prick, pulling back so that his angry red cockhead came flaring out from the sheath, hot and slick and wet with her saliva. Catherine purred in happy expectation. She pushed her tongue out and began to lap gently at the naked dogmeat. The musky flavor tingled on her tastebuds, whetting her appetite. The doggy stared down at her in canine wonderment. Being a dog, he didn't understand what a blowjob was. Even French poodles didn't give head. But, although blowjobs were a mystery to him, the Alsatian whimpered with the joy of having his cockhead licked. His scumbags began to fill up with a renewed charge of cum. Catherine slid down, letting his hairy prickstalk brush along her cheek, and began to lick and kiss the dog's balls. Then she tongued back up his cock, lapping at the hairy sheath, loving the way the thick vein pulsed on her tongue. She flutter- kissed the underside of his swollen red cockhead, sliding her tongue around, savoring the taste of his prick and getting hungrier by the second for his jism. Her saliva glistened on his cock-knob and matted his hairy stalk. She tilted her head and pushed her nimble tongue right up into the dog's open pisshole. Rex yelped and humped, heaving his cock into her face. Catherine kissed the tip and flashed her tongue all over the swollen slab. A single droplet of slime oozed from the cleft. The horny cum drinker moaned at the sight and gathered the nugget of fuckjuice onto her tongue, savoring the taste and the texture before swallowing. Her lips parted wider and she took the tip of his prick into her mouth. Rex humped, fucking his cock deeper into her hot, wet maw. Catherine's lips clamped around him, collaring his thick, hairy prick behind the knob and nursing hungrily on that meaty mouthful. She held his cock by the root but didn't frig up and down. She didn't want to jerk him off while she sucked him, knowing he would come faster under the double caress and wanting to make this, her first dog suck, last as long as possible. Rex humped again, fucking into her mouth just as if her mouth were a cunt. Her blonde head tilted back as his doggy prick slid in, his cock filling her willing mouth. His naked cockhead nudged into the entrance to her throat and his hard, fat prickstalk wedged through her pursed lips. She knew she was liable to wind up with hair stuck between her teeth, but that was a small price to pay for this delicious feast. As Rex humped, his balls swung in and out like the clappers of a fleshy bell. The swollen bags slapped against Catherine's chin as the brute fucked deep into her mouth.
"Unghhhhh," she gagged, as the smoking hot wedge of his cockhead clogged her gullet. She held him there for a moment, then slowly drew her lips back up his prick, sucking ravenously through every precious inch. With only his cockhead in her mouth, at the top of the stroke, she nursed, her lips unpeeling behind the slab and her tongue sliding around against the underside.