Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 56

In less than two minutes a big smile stretched across her face. 'Boy George, I knew you'd come. She pressed her panties

to the Irish setter snout. Boy George's tail wagged his whole body. "Look at you, you got a bath." She held both sides of

his face and sniffed the top of his head. "You smell wonderful.'

Darlene turned and faced the fence, then leaned over on the top rail. She flipped her skirt up on her back. "Oh, Boy, you

always know what I need." The dog's tongue devoured her soaked pussy. "Oh fuck, Boy you're so good." She reached between

her legs and spread her swollen outer flaps. Boy's tongue feverishly licked her exposed inner folds of flesh. "Shit, oh,

shit. Have you been practicing?" The idea that she might have taught him something that he was trying on Jordan, made her

worry.

Darlene reached back with both hands and pulled her ass cheeks apart. Boy George gladly took the offering. His long tongue

covered the deep ass groove with one lick, then he went for the tasty, puckered anus, licking it until it was bright red.

If everyone had a tongue like his, she mused, and started to turn around.

Boy George was already doing his impatient prancing, so she knew she wouldn't have much time. She leaned back on the

fence, bent her knees, opened them and guided his head in. "Get ready Boy, it's coming. She reached for her bald mound

and pulled up with both hands. Her lips pulled apart and her giant bud popped out in the air. The dog's ravenous tongue

shot into her gaping pussy. He was hungry for his reward and licked fervently.

Darlene felt the tremor start in the center of her body. She lowered her pussy to get the forceful strokes of the dog's

tongue on her engorged clit. She loved having such a huge, sensitive clit. Her pulsing pussy hole overflowed from the orgasm and Boy George wanted all of it. She groaned and shook violently while he lapped it up, then she held the fence to

keep from falling to the wet ground. "Oh, god, you are the best." She always told him that, even though Brutus was better. Boy George started poking his snout and dancing with his pointy prick bobbing between his legs. He wanted his bitch and he wasn't going to wait. Darlene rubbed his belly and let his throbbing fuck stick hit her hand. "You're so big," she told him, like he cared.

"This is so much easier inside," she told Boy, even though it didn't matter to him. There was no way she was getting on

down in the dirt, and without socks for his feet, she'd have to give him something to hold on to. She leaned backwards,

arching her body until she was leaning on the fence, then she bent her knees and opened her legs, trying to recreate the

position they used on the Anderson's couch.

When she was in position, she pulled her shirt up to her armpits and let her milky-white tits and throbbing red nipples

point towards the sky. "Come on, come on, Boy George." She caught the dog's front legs as he jumped up. "Time to service

your bitch. She hooked his paws on the fence rail so he would have leverage without ripping her flesh. She'd learned that the hard way.

His hot breath fanned her chest while she adjusted the height of her fuck hole. The first two times his stabbing prick

missed low and slid through her ass cheeks.

The third time he slid across her bald pussy mound. Boy George yelped and her guts tightened.

He was easy on her and that's how she liked it. He slammed all of his prick into her at once, then immediately his powerful body hunched, driving his K-9 cock into her cunt, over and over again. Nobody could fuck as fast as a dog, and the call of nature was unstoppable.

Darlene slurred her words, "Oh, yes, yes, you fuck me so good."

Boy George looked back in the direction of the trailer before Darlene heard it. He kept one ear up, but never let up on

the merciless pounding he was giving her. She should have made him stop, but she encouraged him, "Hurry, Boy, hurry." Mrs. Anderson yelled his name again, and Darlene thought about the woman catching her dog fucking the woman who babysat

her daughter. "Fuck, oh mother fucker."

Darlene pulled the dog close to her as his ballooning cock-knot stretched her tunnel. His boiling dog cum was blasting

deep inside her while his fist sized knot made sure all their combined juices stayed there. Her final flooding climax

shook her. "Easy, Boy, easy." His drool ran over her heaving breasts.. She needed to do something quick, but her mind was drunk with pleasure hormones.

A second after Boy's shrinking knot pulled out with a splash, and while Darlene was still straightening her clothes, Mrs.

Anderson came around the shed. "There you are, she said.

Darlene smiled, hoping her well-fucked pussy wouldri't visibly leak down her thighs. "Ma'am," she said holding Boy's head

away from her crotch. "I'm sorry, I was walking through the woods and I got confused which trail I was on. Can cut

through your yard?"

"Sure, Honey" Mrs. Anderson motioned with a wave. "Come on."

"He is the prettiest dog," Darlene said. 'Aren't you, Boy George?"

They started across the yard, Boy George prancing around them with his flaming point still poking from its sheath. Ms.

Anderson either didn't notice or was pretending she didn't.

"He sure does love you," Ms. Anderson said. "Always has."

Darlene smiled and looked at the thirty-five-year-old woman. "He's the best. Anytime you need me to dog sit for you, I'd be happy to do it. Babysit too. You know how summer is, not much to do around here.

'Thanks, Sweetie," Ms. Anderson said. "You know Jordan thinks she's old enough to take care of herself now, and she is,

but only if we're out during the day and close to home. If we're going to be out late, we'll definitely call you."

"And III be sure to make her think she doesn't need me there," Darlene said.

To Be Continued.....