It was almost ninety out, but still she shivered and goose-bumps appeared on her upper thighs.It was almost ninety out, but still she shivered and goose-bumps appeared on her upper thighs. As I ever-so-gently touched her clit with the tip of my tongue she shuddered and let out a growling moan that I knew from experience meant she was cumming. Her hands went to the back of my head, her fingers tangling in my hair as she pulled my face hard against her wet pussy. I stuck my tongue as deeply into her as I could and let my teeth just touch her straining clit. Kims hips started to buck and she gasped for breath. "OH, GOD!" she finally screamed as the waves of her powerful orgasm broke over her. (That's one thing I really liked about Kim, there was never any question as to whether she'd cum or not. She sometimes took two full minutes to settle down.) As I tortured her by softly tongueing small circles around her clit we were startled by a commotion in the front of the cottage. Being half a mile down a heavily wooded gravel road guarded by a locked gate, I wasn't too concerned about visitors. These sounds were by no means mechanical and sounded like animals fighting. I pulled on my joggers as Kim grabbed her robe and we both went through the cottage to the front door. I really had no idea what to expect when I opened the front door, my shotgun in my hand. There on the front lawn, about ten feet from the edge of the porch were three dogs; a small beagle-looking bitch very much in heat, a somewhat larger brown male actively trying to fuck the beagle, and a young but full- grown beautiful black Great Dane. The bitch was almost too small for the brown male and he couldn't get his long red prick to hit home effectively. |