Suddenly Margie pulled away, coughing and choking. The dog had spurted its animal sperm into her throat and caught her unaware.
She recovered in a moment, but with dog cum dribbling down over her chin.
“Now then Bob,” Steve said with a grin, “you may now kiss your bride.”
“Fuck! How fucking gross!” I exclaimed, but the guys grabbed me and pushed me towards Margie who was keen to go through with this bit of fun on the part of our friends. We kissed, with Margie opening her mouth and with her tongue entering between my lips and transferring some of her saliva, and no doubt some of the animal sperm into my mouth.
All of the time that this dog’s cock sucking had been going on, the other hound had been constantly running back and forth beside the bed, watching what was going on, and giving the occasional whine and bark. “OK Buster,” Peter said as he gave it a pat on the head. “Your turn to fuck the filthy harlot now.”
Having sucked the one dog, she was quite happy to be fucked by the other, and she did as she was told and knelt down on the floor with head and shoulders down low, legs slightly parted, and hips and ass stuck up in the air. Buster was excitedly running about as Margie positioned herself to be fucked, and as soon as she was right, Buster leapt up with his front pawson her back and with just a bit of help from Peter to guide the dog’s cock into my wife’s juicing cunt, it began vigorously fucking her.
It didn’t take long before the dog pumped more animal sperm into my wife’s body, further demeaning her and leading her on her downward spiral into immorality.
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