The Passion Of Annabel

Tiglathpeleser
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It was a balmy summer in the lush Virginia countryside when Annabel discovered a secret fire lying dormant within her.

Annabel was a very unique and precocious girl of almost nineteen years, blessed by whatever gods might exist with an amazing intellect, considerable physical charm, and an indomitable spirit. She stood a lithe and slender five feet five inches, with honey blonde hair falling just past her shoulders, framing a round face with high cheekbones. She had soft and arresting green eyes, capable of melting the heart of any man who was fool enough to stare into them for more than a few moments.

Her mouth was very delicate and perhaps a bit on the small side, but her lips looked almost swollen and had a natural pout that made her even more irresistible, especially when she smiled. Which she did frequently, having an irrepressible, vibrant personality. Her breasts were a bit on the small side in her mind, which annoyed her, but most guys loved them. She had very pronounced aureoles, and her nipples tended to get hard very easily and show through almost any fabric, especially the thin bras and sheer tops she preferred to wear.

She moved with unusual grace, perhaps due to years of dance classes and gymnastics, and typically had a little extra bounce in her walk, especially when she was happy or horny. Which was frequent, for Annabel had an extremely high libido and wasn’t much good at holding it back. She loved to laugh and she loved to tease, something she discovered she was quite good at. Woe unto the male who experienced the singular torment she could induce with no more than a wink of an exquisite eye, and a saucy little twitch of her petite but very well rounded derrière. She had extremely well-toned legs and ass from her training, as well as those amazing eyes, so it should come as no great surprise that guys were always hounding her to go out with them.

At least until she replied to their generally immature banter with sardonic wit and devastating contempt when they pushed her too far, as they usually did. But she didn’t care about being popular or trying to date the same boys all the other girls were always competing for. She did like men, especially some actors in the movies, a few of her younger teachers, and the very rare intelligent guys in her classes who were also in good physical condition.

Though even they couldn’t stand up to her razor sharp wit when she put them to the test. So instead of spending all her free time hanging out with the idiotic cliques of popular girls, going out with the guys endlessly hitting on her, and having a lot of casual sex as most of the other girls was doing in their high school years, she devoted herself to her dance and gymnastics. She took comfort as well in a very active and vivid fantasy life.

This was encouraged by her voracious appetite for literature and cinema. She especially loved the better film noir and vampire movies she was able to find with a little research online. The guys in real life trying to court her inspired very little excitement, by comparison with the scenarios she dreamed up daily. On those rare occasions she went on dates with them and they tried to get her to yield her treasures, she was so put off with their clumsy and untrained fingers, lips, and tongues, that she only rarely let them fuck her, losing her virginity much later than the other girls. The few times she did have sex, the guys didn’t last long at all, and didn’t even come close to making her feel as good as she could by herself. She never once had an orgasm from their crude attempts to please her. Though she was an extremely horny girl; she just knew there were better things in her future, and didn’t want to settle for less than she deserved.

Consequently, she spent a lot of time masturbating, especially after a friend told her about the intense pleasure to be had by getting under the stream of warm water flowing from the bathtub faucet onto her labia and clitoris. This was an excellent way for her to quickly and easily have very powerful orgasms. As time went on, she learned to back off the stream when she got close to orgasm, so she was able to prolong the experience, and ride the waves of pleasure for longer periods of time. However, she usually had to cut it short, as she didn’t want anyone to know what she was doing in there so long with the water running.

Her fantasies often involving men watching her dance or posing like in the sex videos she found online and watched on her laptop. The hardcore porn was generally disappointing, since it was so obviously contrived, and the guys were usually ugly. Some of the soft-core videos were fun, and also the preludes to some of the sex scenes in hardcore videos where the girls teased and stripped for the guys first.

But she would get much more excited from the fantasies she created in her own mind, especially after watching the better made movies about werewolves and vampires. She especially loved the idea of casting a spell on a whole group of guys at once and having them all under her power. Though sometimes she would submit to the dark and charismatic men who had the strength to tear the rest of them apart with ease, and the mental force to overwhelm her own strong will.

But her very favourite fantasy involved a scene from the old movie Dracula, with Gary Oldman. The actor himself didn’t really get her hot, though she liked his style and acting ability. However the one scene where he turned into a gigantic wolf-like beast and ravished Lucy, growling savagely while licking her all over under her flimsy nightgown, and compelling her utter submission, took her completely by surprise and made her incredibly horny.

She immediately had to pause the video and go under the faucet, and within moments had an amazing orgasm that left her quivering with the aftershock, lying there entirely spent in the tub of warm water. This was quite a revelation; that she could get so very turned on by something so completely bizarre. And something she would never tell any of her friends about, for fear they would be repulsed. But thinking about that scene, as she often did, usually made her come right away.

Despite her self-reliance in sexual matters and consequent ease of release from sexual tension, she did like attention from real guys, of course. What girl doesn’t? Dancing in a more sensual style than in her ballet or modern dance classes gave her the greatest pleasure, and she often fantasised that she was a stripper. She taught herself to shake her ass from watching the Russian Twerk Team and the FRAULES girls on YouTube, and consequently got in trouble several times for dancing provocatively and wearing very revealing clothes at school dances.

Though she usually preferred dancing by herself or with a few chosen girlfriends, as none of the guys could seem to do anything but annoy her by clumsily grinding up on her from behind. She would often find herself extremely horny after dancing an hour or two, especially to the sexier music and the twerking style songs. This was when she sometimes broke down and tried to have a little fun with some of the hordes of guys after her, but their abject failure to satisfy her was always a great disappointment.

Though she did get a little thrill from her natural ease in giving men oral sex, as she didn’t have much of a gag reflex, and was easily able to take the shaft right down her throat the first few times she tried it. Much to the delight of the guys she granted this favour to, and the envy of the girls she confided in, for the natural ability to stifle the gag reflex is pretty rare, and most women have to work up to it slowly over a long period.

The brief moments of complete power it gave her over the guys were quite enjoyable, but the guys could never seem to last long at all this way, and usually ruined it afterward by being assholes, making crude jokes, or leaving her unsatisfied after they got what they wanted. So she didn’t do it too often; but she knew that someday she would find a mate who would last a little longer, would return the favour, and would be worthy of her special talent.

In her senior year of high school, she went online and bought a lot of very skimpy thongs, and wearing them to school or out in public under her normal clothes always gave her a little thrill. She loved wearing the shortest shorts and skirts possible. She also made herself a pair of the tiniest possible cutoff jeans, and sometimes wore them to do her gymnastics, stretching, and dance moves in the privacy of her room. She loved the way they looked in the mirror with the curve of her ass so lusciously displayed, and her thong peeking outside the edges of the very thin denim crotch when she spread her legs wide open. The idea of men watching her dance in those cutoffs always got her very hot, so she usually wound up having some very enjoyable sessions in the tub afterward.

In the summer before she went to college, instead of partying like all the other graduates, she went to stay with her aunt and uncle in the Shenandoah Valley. She had always liked them when they came to visit her parents, because they were never as condescending as older people, constantly trying to tell her what she should do with her life. They were always very interested in what she had to say without judging her, and spoke to her as an equal.

They had a huge library of books in a rambling, rustic home built from giant cedar beams, and a seven acre spread of land, with a beautiful pond in the middle, surrounded by idyllic copses of woods and meadowland. There was also a large ranch type resort adjoining the estate, with stables where paying guests rode the horses, and cottages where they could stay for a few days or weeks.

Her aunt and uncle had a very large, beautiful Akita, an extremely powerful animal named Samson. He was a little aloof at first, but once she had been introduced and spent a few days there, he became friendlier in his calm, serene manner. After her first week there, she began taking him with her for long walks around the property. He would never go far from her on the trails, and always seemed to keep an eye on her wherever she went, which made her feel very secure. Despite being such an immensely strong and lethal animal, he was very gentle and affectionate once she had been there a few weeks and gotten to know him better.

She quickly grew to love the great bear like beast. She would often fall asleep while reading on the huge, sprawling couch in the main living room, and one day she woke up to find he had climbed up and fallen asleep next to her, his massive chest rising and falling rhythmically and his breath sounding like a miniature bellows. He also started sleeping in her room at night at the foot of her bed more often than not.

When her aunt and uncle went on trips lasting several days, as they frequently did, she would sometimes practice her gymnastics and ballet in the big open, informal living room, playing sensuous music on their high quality sound system. And at the end she usually switched to some RNB or trap music and practised her booty shaking. One day when she was trying some handstands, she heard a noise and saw Samson outside the French doors on the deck, watching her intently, so she let him inside. It was nice to have an audience, even if it was just a dog.

He seemed very content to be there with her the entire time, as she went through her routines, almost as though he were intrigued and appreciative of her effort. He never got up and jumped in the way or started barking like some of her friends’ dogs always did when they were dancing or playing. He just sat there watching her every move with his amazing eyes. She wasn’t sure if she was imagining it, but he seemed especially attentive when she cut loose and had some fun getting a little naughty at the end. She subconsciously found herself putting a little more into it and was able to really let loose.

After these workouts she would often go masturbate under the bathtub faucet, as she did at home. But here in this huge sprawling house, with her aunt and uncle gone, she could do it as long as she wanted, and she had some of the most enjoyable sessions ever this way. That evening, when she was under the faucet fantasising as so often about the scene from Dracula, the image of the brutish vampire beast was suddenly transformed into Samson, licking her all over her body with powerful strokes of his huge broad tongue.

When she got to the part where he was actually licking her pussy, she immediately had the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced. After she recovered, she was so shocked by this that she went directly to her room, locking the door so Samson couldn’t get in, read herself to sleep, and tried to put it out of her mind.

For the next few days she avoided thinking about it, didn’t pet him or talk to him, and didn’t take him on her walks. He seemed a little sad when she ignored him, but Akitas are very calm and patient animals. As the week passed, she thought nothing more of it–after all she didn’t actually let him DO anything to her, it has been just one brief moment of fantasy, among all the many different other kinds she had. And since he had such a calm, serene demeanour (as Akitas usually do) it wasn’t difficult to warm back up to him. The next time she took him for a walk with her on the winding path around the pond and near the ranch next door, he seemed very content to be with her again.

She was also feeling a little naughty, and her aunt and uncle was on a trip for the weekend, so she wore her tiny little cutoff jean-shorts and a tight halter top without a bra. She was thinking she might tantalise some of the tourist boys she had seen recently staying at the ranch. They looked like typical mindless young jerks, but one of them was very tall and kind of cute, and she did like the attention. Sure enough, there was the same group of four boys hanging around the low stone wall dividing the property, and when they saw her in those little shorts, they started whistling and hollering at her to come closer. Samson began rumbling softly from deep within his massive chest, but she told him to stop and he quieted down, but still never took his eyes off them.

She didn’t much care for the tone of the guys’ voices so didn’t reply, but the cute one was there so she gave them a little wave and slowly walked a little closer. The closer she got, the more urgently they got in their entreaties, and some of what they said was a little rude. But with Samson by her side, she wasn’t worried about their comments, and since she did always like tormenting boys with what they could never have, she made a point of putting a little extra sass into her step.

When she got about twenty feet from the fence, she pretended to adjust her shoe and bent over so they got a good look at her ass. Sure enough, they began yelling at her to keep going, boasting about how they could help her with her problem, and how she needed to fix the other shoe. Though they seemed like a pack of idiots, it gave her a little thrill to have them so worked up by simply bending over like that.

On a sudden impulse, she unzipped the jean-shorts and dropped them a bit lower on her hips so her fine ass was partly exposed in the little thong underneath, and gave it a little bounce. The boys went crazy, screaming at her. “I got a twenty dollar bill to drop the shorts all the way right now, you fine little bitch,” yelled the tall one.

Even Samson turned to look at her, as if he knew she was making a mistake doing that. Though only for a moment as he was clearly agitated by their being so aggressive and so remained focused on their every move, clearly getting ready to charge the wall. She realised that maybe it was not really such a good idea to tease them like that, that they might tell other people staying there, and the couple that ran the ranch might hear about what she had done. It could even get back to her aunt and uncle.

So she pulled the shorts up, and said, “Fuck off. That’s all you’re ever going to get, assholes!”

But that just riled them up even more. They got louder yet and started demanding that she keep going, sounding downright mean and threatening, telling her she was a bitch and a whore and she would get what she was asking for soon enough. Then the tall one started climbing over the wall.

The fur on Samson’s immensely powerful shoulders bristled straight up, and he gave a deep bass growl. As soon as the guy jumped down onto her side of the wall, he leaped forward. Annabel was shocked at the brutal force and speed of the charge. The boy shrieked in panic and scrambled back over the wall in a frenzy to escape. Samson lunged at his flailing legs, his huge, powerful jaws snapping within mere inches of the boy’s heels. He stood up on the wall with his paws on the top, poised to jump over the negligible barrier, snarling at the boys running away for all they were worth. But not before Annabel saw a big wet stain where the climber had pissed himself.

She screamed, “NO Samson!! You get back here right NOW!”

Though he was clearly reluctant to let them go, he dropped down from the wall and immediately returned to her side, growling non-stop in his heavy bass thunder.

“Samson, it’s alright sweet boy… don’t worry, you are a very good dog and I will reward you for protecting me, I promise. Now let’s go home and get away from those idiots.”

The boys had stopped about fifty yards away and were still jeering at her, since they saw that Samson wasn’t going to jump the wall and attack them. All except the boy who had pissed himself, who kept running toward the guest cottages in the distance. She laughed and flipped them a bird, turned around and shook her fine ass at them a bit, and sashayed off back toward the house, with Samson at her side.

Samson seemed unusually tense the whole way back, and was pacing around and around her restlessly, growling softly, still clearly riled up by the one boy jumping the fence into his territory, threatening his Mistress. So she stopped in the yard by the back door for a minute and tried to soothe him by stroking his fur around his shoulders and speaking in a soft voice, praising him for protecting her and telling him he would get a nice reward when they got inside.

She knew he always loved to lick the empty ice cream cartons her aunt and uncle set down for him. She told him, “Today I’ll give you your very own bowl of ice cream, you brave boy. My hero, Samson.”

When they got inside and went to the kitchen and she took the ice cream out of the freezer, it was frozen hard as a rock, so she decided to let it sit out on the counter to let it thaw a bit. She had just heard a hot new booty shaking song that morning, and wanted to try it out dancing, and thought that would give the ice cream time to soften a bit. She went ahead and programmed a few of her other favourite twerk songs and started stretching out a bit. Pretty soon the rhythm got her fine little ass moving, and she also realised that Samson was staring at her even more intently than usual, and that he finally seemed much more relaxed than he had been outside. He sat regally on the big throw rug, watching her every move.

“You like that, Samson? Want me to twerk my ass for you? You were my hero today, so you get whatever you want boy.” She giggled, spun around and started bouncing and shaking her fine ass to the music, looking over her shoulder at him and to see how he would react.

His eyes appeared to be riveted on her magnificent tight ass twitching and gyrating so naughtily. His jaw hung open and his great broad tongue was dangling down as far as she had ever seen it, eight inches or more, quivering a bit with his short heavy panting. After the second song she threw off her little top and let her proud, taut, firm breasts free. Her nipples were hard as little pebbles and she pinched them a bit, luxuriating in the sensation it gave her. As she got warmed up to the music, and the songs got heavier, she realised she was incredibly horny.

She started feeling that familiar melting warm flow in her lower belly, and her pussy was getting very wet indeed. She was loosened up nicely now, and when the new song she really liked started playing, she lost herself completely in the music. Her body knew what to do without any conscious effort whatsoever on her part. And she knew had never done the twerking so well before. It was as though her ass had a mind of its own. And what her ass wanted to do was tease and tantalise the great beast watching her so intently. She started moving up to with a few feet of Samson, bending over right in his face, then pulling back yet again, grinding and shaking her perfect ass in a frenzy. He was breathing like a great bellows and growling softly, almost as though he were moaning, his massive snout sniffing a little closer to her every time she came back for another pass at him.

Just as the song got to the best part she leaped in the air and dropped back down into a perfect split on the rug – belly down, ass up – right in front of him, twitching one ass cheek alternating with the next, as she had seen the girls in the videos do. Her rhythmically quivering apple ass was mere inches from his nose. Her jean shorts covered nothing but a few millimetres of the treasures beneath, with her legs spread almost impossibly wide at this angle, nor did the tiny thong she wore underneath cover much more. Her pussy was quite warmed up by now, and she felt it pop open a bit underneath the sheer fabric, with her legs open so far.

He sniffed eagerly at the intoxicating scent, rumbling steadily now, but in a much different tone than when he was ready to attack the boys at the fence. His great jaws and thick panting tongue were so very close to her steaming little honeypot, and she just knew he probably wanted to taste it. What’s more, she wanted him to very badly, even if she knew it was all wrong to even think of it again. But somehow it made her even more excited, so no way was she going to stop the show now. And after all she was just having a little fun teasing him, and nothing had actually happened.

She popped her ass up into his snout a few times, then leaped up in the air, flipping over and slamming back down to the rug on her back and spreading her legs open as wide as they could go into another split, and held them that way. He slowly lowered his muzzle closer and closer to her crotch, until his flaring nostrils were within a half inch of her, and she could feel the puffs of heated air jetting forth onto the silky soft skin of her flushed, roseate vulva. Suddenly his broad, powerful tongue flicked out so fast she couldn’t pull back in time, and she felt the hot, wet, rough texture of it grazes the hollow where her inner thigh joined her pelvis, right next to her fully engorged outer labia.

It felt amazingly good. Far better than any guy’s tongue ever had, and she felt another hot rush in her already soaking wet pussy. Yet at the same time she felt a pang of guilt and shame that she had actually let him do it, and she leaped back up from the floor, shaking uncontrollably and moaning in torment. It was one thing to have this kind of thing happening in fantasy, but quite another to actually let an animal lick her there. But even as she tried to stand up straight, knees trembling, her breath fast and furious, and part of her mind recoiling from the idea. She didn’t know if she could stop. She just had to wait a few minutes and compose herself.

“OK Samson, that’s quite enough of that! Let’s go get you your ice cream now.”

He seemed disappointed that she had stopped the performance, but followed very close behind her into the kitchen, his eyes never leaving her scantily clad ass peeking out all around the hem of her shorts, which had ridden up even higher from the vigorous twerking. The ice cream had done more than soften while she was lost in the music and putting on a show for Samson. It was dripping all over the counter and the floor from the spoon as she put a few scoops in his bowl. He eagerly lapped that up in a few seconds and then sat back up, his eyes and nose following the spoon as she plunged it into the carton for more.

She said, “Just a moment you, dear boy… It’s my turn now,” and took a big spoonful for herself.

But on the way to her mouth a great big drop fell, by chance right onto her now very swollen nipple, and ran down under the curve of her puffy aureole. It was still rather cold, and quite a jolt as her skin was flushed and very warm from the dancing and the close run encounter with Samson, but it was also quite stimulating.

In a flash she realized what she would do–and it wasn’t quite as bad as actually letting a dog lick around her pussy, so she didn’t hesitate to bend down closer, putting her nipple where Samson’s snout was already questing upward for more cream. He immediately lapped it up, his hot, massive tongue caressing all around the budding curve of her aureole as he did so. She inhaled sharply and shuddered at the amazing sensation. The rough buds of his very hot tongue in such sudden contrast to the cold ice cream on her nipple so hard and swollen it almost hurt.

Right or wrong, it felt too good to stop now, and he was still eagerly lapping it up, so she took more of the cream and spread it all over both her breasts, got down on her knees and thrust out her chest so first one, then the other nipple could get his eager devoted attention. Then again. And yet more. He was clearly loving it, and so was she. Every time he licked the cream off her breasts it felt better yet, and the last shreds of her resolve to stop this forbidden game vanished. She knew now there’s absolutely no turning back.

The fact that what she was doing was supposed to be so very wrong, just made her need to give into it all the more. Her already wet pussy was literally pulsing with desire, and she felt a drop slowly trickling down her thigh. This was just too much exquisite pleasure to wait even one moment longer, so she sat down on the floor, opened her legs, and dripped some more cream high up on her inner thigh next to the crotch of her shorts. Samson immediately went to town on it. He was giving her the most intense sensations that she had ever had in her life, and she knew she had to come. With him.

Right then, right there, that afternoon in that house. She was breathing in short, sharp gulps, and felt herself sliding into a kind of trance. She decided to see if he would try to lick around her pussy without need of the ice cream and lay down on the tile of the kitchen floor with her legs wide open. Sure enough, the scent of her was so strong he started lapping away at her vulva, trying very hard to get at her barely covered pussy, grazing the edges of her shorts and thong, and covering her outer labia and inner thighs with powerful strokes of his hot broad tongue.

More blood rushed into the capillaries of the smooth, exquisitely soft shaved skin all around the minuscule strips of fabric concealing her inner lips. Her entire vulva was coloured almost brown now from the increased circulation. She nearly had an orgasm right there on the kitchen floor, even though he hadn’t actually licked her pussy yet.

Her heart was pounding, her mind was racing, and her breathing was heaving. There’s no way she would stop now. But she wanted to lie back and enjoy these wonderful feelings in comfort, not on the cold hard tile. And she knew just where to go–the gigantic couch ensemble in the living room, which was nearly as big as a bed in the centre.

“Ooh… You are an amazing boy, Samson. Now follow me if you want some more!”

He trotted eagerly after her and circled about in a happy rush into the living room, where she unzipped her jean shorts, dropped them to the floor. She got on her hands and knees in her thong on the couch with her bottom facing Samson, bouncing that divine ass up and down within inches of his snout again.

She giggled. “Samson, you can’t have it now,” she said softly, never really intending to deny him but enjoying the game thoroughly.

So she stopped bouncing, spread her knees a little wider and held her ass still right in front of his snout.

He immediately devoted himself to bathing her firm round ass cheeks, and the lovely secret hollow of her ass. It was an amazing new sensation, feeling his long, powerful tongue able to delve deeply and fully this way into her warm, faintly salty but sweet tasting anal cavity. No guy had ever done that for her before, and she loved it now. The little string of the thong there did nothing whatsoever to stop him licking her ass very thoroughly. And best of all, the tip of his tongue hit her pussy through the gossamer fabric of the thong at the beginning of each pass.

His tongue was so long, it could slide entirely over her pussy and ass both with one stroke. But after a while the scent of her divine nectar made him concentrate a little more on her pussy. After a few minutes of his diligent ministrations, she felt the unmistakable onset of impending orgasm, and she knew it was going to be the best one, by far, that she had ever experienced in her life. But she needed to lay down for that.

She flipped over and sank back on the sofa cushions, spreading her legs as wide as she could, so he could keep licking all around her pussy and get at her inner sanctum a little more through the sheer fabric of the thong. She was trying to hold off the orgasm, to make it even better, and this was a great way to tease both herself and him both a bit more first, though really the fabric hardly mattered much, being so thin and wet, and at the bottom there was only the thin string, not stopping him licking all around her ass and the lower fringes of the entrance to her jade gate.

But he seemed more and more intent on getting at her pussy in particular, trying to slip his tongue inside the side edge of the thong repeatedly, in the process working it slowly to the side, and she welcomed it. She finally pulled the thong over and her lips slipped out free at last. He went after her honeypot with renewed intensity now. The pleasure was indescribable as the broad, rough textured surface of his tongue lapped away at her relentlessly. Her clitoris and labia were rapidly flicked this way and that with each powerful stroke. He kept licking her ass as well, for the great beast wasn’t missing a thing in his need to taste every little bit of her.

Now she untied the sides of the thong, letting it lie there loose. With a few more rapid strokes of his tongue, the thong was whisked away entirely, and she was now free and completely exposed to his devoted attention. What last little shred of fabric gone, so were her earlier guilt and shame, and she moaned uncontrollably as he diligently worked her pussy into a frenzy. She could actually feel his tongue trying to find its way right into her pussy, to get at the source of her copiously flowing nectar, which apparently tasted even better than ice cream.

Though his tongue was too thick and broad to really penetrate the opening very far, the force was so strong and his tongue so flexible that it did get in there a ways. Her pussy obliged his quest for entrance by literally convulsing and slowly opening out, like a blossoming flower, to admit him as much as possible. She had experienced this sometimes under the faucet, but this was much more pronounced, and the resulting new sensations finally pushed her right over the edge. Like a steadily building avalanche finally breaking loose, cascading down and destroying all obstacles in its path, her climax was unstoppable, irresistible, and utterly devastating.

She nearly passed out as the first big wave hit her. The top inside of her pussy closest to the opening pushed outward even more and her entire body shuddered as the G-spot actually emerged a little. When the tiny rough buds of his long, strong, relentless tongue met the little ridges of her G-spot moving outward to meet it, her vision blacked out around the edges. Suddenly a great wash of heat moved down her spine into her pussy, she could not stop herself, wouldn’t have dreamed of trying.

A jet of sweet fluid shot out onto Samson’s furious tongue. The top and bottom walls of her pussy pushed out even more, then clamped down hard, then again pushed out and open. A half an inch wide gap pulsed open and closed rhythmically for a minute or more, as every muscle surrounding her honeypot and asshole clenched and released in expanding waves and she sobbed at the exquisite release. She never had squirted from an orgasm before, as she had seen in some of the sex videos, but she surely did now.

That just made Samson lick all the more eagerly, trying to get every drop of the nectar jetting forth in copious spurts from that glorious, delicious tasting gateway to heaven. She was shaking uncontrollably, her legs tensed and jerked as she bucked her hips off the couch to meet his muzzle. Her spine locked rigid as her pussy spasmed yet again, and another rush of hot nectar squirted out onto his tireless tongue and she screamed at this new, even more powerful release. A buzzing beating, pounding in her ears, and she was literally blinded for a moment and nearly fainted away again from lack of oxygen to her brain.

Finally, she pushed his snout away to get a chance to breathe normally and stop the shaking. But she knew she wasn’t finished yet. She just needed some time to recover a bit. She wanted more.

The End.

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2 comments

  • Cnd

    Makes me think of fantasies my working filipino woman was so patient for me stop so much forbidden love feelings and learning zoo, but it is another small group stemming all companion dogs as co-working helping with humans. Love unconditional indeed!

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  • Anonymous

    all. , good. Sex

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