And The Dog Made Three PT8

Chapter 8

Jennifer yearned to eat out Tracy’s spunk-flooded cunt, and Tracy knew it. The raven-haired girl lay back, her legs spread open invitingly. Jennifer finished sucking the succulent cream from the Great Dane’s tasty prick, then pulled her mouth off him and turned to Tracy. The two naughty and adventurous teenagers exchanged a meaningful glance, both more than ready for the next exotic experience they would share on this eventful day.

Jennifer placed her hands on Tracy’s knees and, for a moment, simply gazed hungrily between the spread thighs, licking her lips in eager expectation.

She had never sucked a cunt before, but she hadn’t the faintest doubt that she was going to really love giving head to naughty, nubile Tracy.

Tracy’s crotch was like a dark, hairy tray on which had been served up some delectable coral-pink shellfish. Her open pussy was all drenched with doggy spunk and cream, a tantalizing sauce poured over the soft pink meat. Her clit stood out, begging to be sucked.

“Eat me out, Jenny!” Tracy moaned, giving her ass and hips an upward tilt.

Jennifer leaned closer, her cheek brushing against the inside of Tracy’s sleek thigh. She inhaled the fragrance of Tracy’s soaking cunt, that delicious perfume spiced by the gamey aroma of doggy jism.

She approached the feast like a gourmet, ravenous for the main course, yet lingering over the hors-d’oeuvres. Turning her head, she licked at the slick, damp flesh of Tracy’s inner thighs, gathering up the slime that had trickled down those shapely columns.

Tracy’s clit shot out like a bullet, as if it were trying to fly right into Jennifer’s lips. Spunk pumped from Tracy’s pussy and poured down her groin. Jennifer dipped in lower. With delicate, dainty tongue strokes, she lapped up the overflow from Tracy’s pussy and from out of the tight crack of her upthrust ass.

She moved higher, craning her neck, tonguing up some foam from the tangled jungle of Tracy’s black cunt-bush. Tracy stared down past the slopes of her tits, enchanted by the sight. Jennifer’s pink lapper was running through Tracy’s dark pubic curls.

Sliding down again, Jennifer licked up the creases where Tracy’s thighs joined her pelvis, lapping near Tracy’s cunt-slot, but not yet making contact.

“Don’t fucking tease me!” Tracy wailed, jerking her cunt up frantically.

Jennifer smiled slightly, gratified by her friend’s enthusiasm.