Murkwood Manor

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Murkwood Manor
Murkwood Manor
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Year: 2018
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A woman inherits her uncle’s estate Murkwood Manor, an isolated coastal place and goes to stay there with several friends. The Manor’s only resident a big ole shaggy dog is there to greet them.
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Moe Lester
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After dinner when the breeze of the afternoon had died, the air is still and mild, and the landscape has a ghostly appearance under the slanting rays of the nearly full moon.  The brush is black, except on the side facing the moon, where it is a soft, silvery hue.  The shadows have no halftones, and the moonlight helps the texture of the ground, hiding depressions unless they were deep enough to fill with shadow.

Standing on the balcony, Drew hears the gentle laughter of the others enjoying too much wine and good company.  The need for solitude overtakes the blonde again, and she heads down the steps toward the path that goes to the beach.

Without pausing, she calls over her shoulder.  “I’ll be back in a little bit.  I’m all right, just going for a walk.”

Drew fled along the path to the beach, slowing when the footing grew rough, and then sighing contentedly when she feels the coarse sand against the soles of her feet, crossing the sparkling beach to a low, flat table of rock.  As she expected, the sandstone still holds the heat of the day, and she flings herself onto it and turns over to lie staring at the moon.

“What is it with me?” Drew asks uneasily as if expecting a reply from the silent moon.  “Is it something about you?  Does a full moon really make people get primitive?” She knows that’s ridiculous.  “Hell, you’re full once every month.  I don’t get like this every time.  So why now?  How come I don’t feel like I have enough?”

She gazes along the soft contours of her body.  Her pubic hair creates a jumble of little shadows; instead of looking nearly blonde, it seemed like a lacework of silver filigree over a pool of black.  The woman caresses the sides of her clit tenderly and moans softly.

“What difference do reasons make?” Drew asks the moon.  “I’m always horny lately, that’s all there is to it.”

She hears a scuffing sound and sits halfway up.  Sergeant pads across the sand toward Drew sniffing as the big wolf approached.  She laughs throatily.

“Oh, it’s you.  Why the hell didn’t you knock?”

The great dog stops and raises its head.  He appeared to study her, and she tenses as she recalled how little desire he has shown to accept their friendship.  As if secure in his prior interest in Murkwood Manor, he has seems barely to tolerate them.  Her momentary concern fades, however, when Sergeant continues merely to observe her.  Drew decides the dog is unlikely to attack since it has neither growled nor barked.

“Besides,” she said, “why should you get mad at me?”  She sits up and stretches deliberately, twisting as if performing for Lance.  “After all, now you’re here, I can pretend, can’t I?”

Half in fantasy and defiant mockery, the woman, drops back to the warm, gritty surface and poses.  It’s only a dog, she thought.  Posturing means nothing to himStill, he’s a male animal, and I can pretend.

Safe in the knowledge the dog won’t respond, Drew fantasizes to her heart’s content.  Maybe she can work off some of the excess erotic drives by imagining it’s Lance.  She rests her ass on the edge of the rock and sprawls on her back, arms outflung.  The sandy surface has a pleasingly harsh feel to her back.  Squirming sensuously and pampering her lust by permitting low moans of enjoyment to slip past her throat.  Drew suddenly feels the fur at the side of Sergeant’s head brush the inner side of her knee.

Well…” she squeals, glancing along her belly at him.  “Curious about the pussy smell, boy?  Go ahead, sniff.” She giggles.  “It isn’t exactly the same, but if a male wants to nuzzle my pussy, it’s fine with me.”

The dog sniffs.

Her butt flinches at the first contact of the wet nose with her labia, but she chortles and steadies herself, straining her knees apart.  This isn’t the sort of thing I’d typically do, she thought.  A woman just doesn’t let dogs go around sniffing like thatHowever, tonight is different.  Let the dog smell.  To her startled delight, Sergeant licks tentatively.

Ooh … You gonna give it a bath?”

The tongue strokes along the rounded surfaces of her labia in slow, measured caresses.  Drew can feel the barbed surface straightening and clean the hairs of her cunt and strip dried residue from the underlying skin.  The sensations are amazingly pleasant; thrills of excitement pierces her with each stroke.

“Hey, all right…” she moans softly.  “Mmmm… that’s pretty good.”

Sergeant seems to be intent on collecting the juices bubbling their all day.  Having apparently removed the traces from one location, he tongued another and another.  The outer surfaces of her vulva are soon clean of whatever the dog’s interested in, and the beasts tongue wedges its way along her slit, gently stroking the tender inner membranes.

“Good God, Sergeant.  You don’t know it, but the feels amazing.  Still, don’t think you’re gonna get another chance to do this, though.  It’s wrong, not to mention illegal.”

Drew let her hands rest at the edges of her pubic hair, her fingers aimlessly picking at the fur on Sergeant’s face.  The dog seems composed and sure of itself.  The animal licks with unhurried thoroughness, its tongue gentle, rather than rough or brutal.  Nevertheless, Sergeant displays a degree of insistence that gives Drew the idea he’ll persist until he has found the last, hidden trace of female juice.

The blonde knows what’s happening to her.  She recognizes the surging waves of pleasure and understands they’re building on each other, that the intimate scouring is raising the level of her excitement and arousing desire.  Knowing, Drew hopes her pace will carry her through to an orgasm before Sergeant loses interest in licking.  If the dog continues with the same deliberation it is now showing, it’ll make her orgasm with time to spare.  The novelty and wickedness of the situation will produce a climax that fantasy and masturbation wouldn’t be able to match, she thought.

Trying to hold still for if she begins moving in response to the dog’s touch, she might drive it off.  However, the higher her excitement rises, the more difficult it is to keep control.  Knowing from experience, her body has involuntary reactions to intense stimuli.  It’s no surprise to Drew when she realizes her hips have begun a slow, rhythmic undulation.  When Sergeant ignores the gentle rise and fall of the playground before his muzzle, Drew grows less apprehensive about losing his attention.

The big dog works its tongue continually deeper into Drew’s slit.  The tension and heat of her labia are clear signs of their swelling; the woman’s well aware they’re spreading apart opening the inner recesses of her vulva and inviting even more intimate penetration of the seeking tongue.  Feeling as if her entire body has begun to pulse, waves of heat surge through her, and thrills of pleasure races over her flesh from toes to scalp.  Drew’s nipples stand erect and hard, dark pillars above the silvery, flattened mounds of her breasts.  By raising her head, Drew can see the flutter of her belly and the nervous jouncing of her widespread knees.

Following the trail of tasty residue, Sergeant’s tongue licked along her slit to the folds of delicate tissues around her clit.  When the dog begins to probe those tight crevices, the resulting jangle of sensation jerks Drew’s ass into the air.  Quivering and writhing inwardly, Drew bridges, her weight supported by shoulders and feet.  The highly aroused woman’s hips swing from side to side, and she thrusts her hands beneath the small of her back and interlocks them to prevent from spoiling the incident by inadvertently shoving the dog’s head away.

The undulation of her hips has involved pivoting her torso about the small of her back, her waist acting as a hinge.  In her agitation, now, Drew forces her arms further beneath pressing her forearms tightly together and clasping each elbow with the other hand.  The urgent jolts of excitement the lapping of her clit produce grow too powerful for self-control.  Drew begins to jerk her hips up and down vigorously.  Her butt slams the rock bouncing high and then slams the rock again in erratic, desperate jumps.  Nevertheless, Sergeant maintains tongue contact as if Drew’s tied down, and the violent sideward lunges fail to dislodge the dog.

When the dog abandons the inflamed little organ, Drew sinks back, shaken and panting heavily.

“Sergeant, you naughty dog,” she whispers hotly.  “You really did get me close, that time.  A few more seconds and I’d have cum for sure.”

Drew rests thankfully on her forearms, vaguely conscious of a feeling of rawness on her back.  Hovering close to the brink of orgasm, Drew enjoys a more profound, steadier stimulation from the caresses now centered on the floor of her slit near her cuntal mouth.  Impulsively, to open wider for the probing canine tongue, Drew raises her knees and braces her heels on the rock.

Ooooo … Sergeant … So good … Oh, lick me there … Yeeeess…” she moans softly.

Sergeant is exceptionally gentle as he strips the thick wetness from the fluted lining of her cuntal mouth.  The sensations are exquisite and Drew moans softly and continuously.  Her entire pussy quivers and aches with delight, and Drew finds her hips are still, as if in a paralytic trance.  However, her shoulders twist, first one rising, then the other.  Her belly knots and relaxes repeatedly.  Drew’s on the verge of orgasm, and she knows her excitement and position are combining to make her cuntal mouth gape.

The skilled tongue, impossibly flexible, narrows and probes through the thick rim to scoop at the copious fluids in the neck of her pussy.

Omigod,” Drew said with a deep groan.  “Omigod, Sergeant, you’re fucking me with your tongue.  I can’t stand it.”

Nevertheless, she grinds her butt against the gritty rock and strains her thighs apart while new waves of pleasure churn within her.  The tongue extends, exploring the deeper folds of her passage while its sides rasp in her cuntal mouth.  No previous experience has prepared Drew for the weird, fierce excitement the internal scouring produces.  Rolling her head restlessly from side to side and chewing her lip, Drew’s nostrils flare as she fights for breath, and her breasts surge to the heaving of her chest.  Sensing a creeping numbness in her fingertips, Drew clutches more tightly at her elbows.

The characteristic knot in her gut hardens and throbs, and the woman knows she’s on a springboard that’s going to launch her into orgasm.  Sergeant thrust deeper with his tongue, rooting at her with his muzzle to reach even more remote folds of her cunt.  The hard external pressure triggers her climax.  Her soft moans turn to a loud, surging, continuous cry.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahrrrrrr…” she squeals.  “Omigod … I’m cumming…”

Drew thrusts her cunt onto Sergeant’s nose and sways while ferocious contractions convulse her.  Waves of delicious excitement wash over her and vibrant jolts of pleasure wring her guts.  Feeling a fine layer of perspiration breaking out on her body, a tremor seizes her taut thighs and spreads to the rest of her body, shaking her savagely.  When Sergeant reluctantly accepts the fact he’s scooped the last of her cunt-juice out and withdraws his tongue, Drew continues to writhe happily.  Her spasms subside slowly.

Lying in a state of warm, misty semi-awareness, the luxury of orgasm lingering in the euphoric afterglow, the tumult of sensations quieted, but her clit still throbs.  Drew let her knees weave gently back and forth while she extracts the utmost from her satisfaction.

Sergeant heaves himself up to plant forepaws at either side of her waist, against her tightly held upper arms and Drew laughs at the way the dog looms over her.

“I’m all right,” she reassures the dog contentedly.  “Did I worry you with all the noise and wiggling around?  You’re a lot smarter than we thought.”

Drew’s touched by what she takes to be the dog’s concern.

Sergeant appears not to be entirely convinced.  As if trying to arouse Drew from her lassitude, the beast hugs her with its forepaws and shuffles closer.  Drew chuckles lazily at the dog’s efforts to gain a greater advantage so it can help her sit up.  However, the dogs’ restless concern is causing careless contacts; Drew feels something touch her pussy and thought Sergeant has accidentally come too close in his attempt to get her up.

“OK, OK,” she murmurs.  “You go ahead and try to make me get up.  Know what?  While you do that, I’m just gonna pretend for a minute you’re trying to fuck me.”

The notion amuses Drew.  A perverse impulse to tease the dog seizes her.  Rubbing against the smooth point prodding the floor of her slit, the sensation is delightful, even though Drew does feel she’s unfair to the old dog.  Realizing how effective the teasing is when Drew feels the dog’s pumping motions, the hard point dances and pokes at her, and the woman laughs softly.

“Good thing I’m not fooling around on my hands and knees,” she said.  “You might actually get that thing in.  Omigod, wouldn’t that be awful.”

It does seem unkind to carry the teasing too far, she thought, but she can’t resist the temptation to see how the dog will react when it finally has to admit it can’t make the connection.  The dog’s really trying, she thought.

“There,” she said.  “Pretty good.  You have the tip in the opening.  If you were built right, you probably could get it all the way in.”

The light jabs change character without warning.  Sergeant lunges with his hindquarters and drives the sharp-tipped cockhead through the tight mouth of her cunt.  Drew gasps and jerks.

Omigod, I didn’t think you could even get it that far in.  You’re really trying, aren’t you?”

Sergeant’s haunches pump vigorously.  To her slowly dawning surprise, the dog’s cock sinks into her cunt, inch by inch.  Drew is startled and enraged.  The woman jerks her knees together to kick the dog off, but the best she can do is to clasp its flanks between her thighs.  With growing anger, Drew struggles to free her arms.  The dog’s belly presses heavily on her lower abdomen, and its forepaws clutch her arms just above the elbows, hugging them close to her ribs.  Sergeant’s weight pins them securely against the rocks.

“You sneaky asshole,” Drew yells.  “You knew it all the time.  You think you’re really gonna fuck me.  LIKE HELL, YOU DO.”

Now, though, Drew has to admit her prospects of preventing the dog raping her depends on prompt, drastic action.  Hooking her insteps against the fronts of its hind legs, Drew tries to lever the dog off.  However, Sergeant feels as stable as if he had been rooted to the ground.  Her failure brings a surge of unmixed terror.

YOU MOTHERFUCKER … GET OFF, ASSHOLE…”

The dog’s rump continues to lunge, and its cock drives rapidly inward.  Even in her rage, Drew’s conscious of the overwhelming pleasure the solid organ is giving her and finds herself jerking her hips in unison with the dogs’ thrusts.  That awareness strikes the woman violently.  In desperation, sure her only hope lies in freeing her arms, Drew flings her legs around the dog to lift her ass.  Locking her ankles, Drew squeezes.

The effort betrays her.  The hug crushes the dog into the saddle of her crotch and slams its straining cock to nearly its full depth in her cunt.  Sinking into the irresistible delight of the sensation, Drew jerks fiercely repeatedly, temporarily unable to combat the involuntary responses that endow her legs with such savage sexual power.

The woman feels a hard, thick bulge jam against her cuntal mouth, its pressure shooting wild streaks of desire through her.  Angry but helpless to stop herself, Drew jerks harder with her legs.  As if at a critical point in the penetration, Sergeant’s forepaws tighten and tug at her with vicious force.  The dogs’ rump snaps forward, relaxes and repositions itself, then smashes forward again.  Drew feels her cunt stretching gradually, edging further and further open by the incredible bulge.  Still unable to override the instinctive impulses of her body, Drew squeezes frantically; her calves bearing on the brute’s back like bars.

There’s a sudden sensation of relief as the bulge pops through her cuntal mouth and lodges in the neck of her pussy.  It produces a noticeable pressure on the inner wall, and as Drew sags in the aftermath of her effort, she senses the fact the pressure’s increasing.

Sergeant’s cockhead is making the inner end of her cuntal passage stretch far beyond its normal position.  The pointy instrument has intruded among organs that a cock has never before jostled.  Drew sobs aloud with frustration and shame, hating the fact she displayed such lousy judgment and hating Sergeant worse for having taken advantage of it.

Sergeant…” Drew squeals.  “Stop it … Stop … You dirty fucker … Get off … GET OFF

The big dog seems not to understand Drew’s frantic commands.  Its haunches jerk rhythmically and its canine cock strokes like a piston in her cunt.  Drew’s intensely sensitive to the movement of the strange bulge.  Certain it must be the size of a softball; Drew has no hope it’ll ever go through her cuntal mouth again until it shrinks.  Knowing she feels it continuing to swell after it had popped in, jamming into her g-spot.  With each of Sergeant’s thrusts, the knot drives inward away from her cuntal mouth.  With each backstroke, it banged against the ring of her opening, jarring her and coming to a hard stop.  There seems to be an inch or two of cock between the back of the knot and the bristly sheath, and that rough segment of cock rubs in and out through her cuntal mouth with a devastating effect on the woman.

Even through her tears, Drew has no way to fight the powerful wash of sensation the dog’s plunging cock produces.  Finding every protest punctuated by involuntary moans of excitement and unwilling pleasure.  The woman is sick with shame and revulsion, yet her body is vibrant with lust and writhing in its response.  Drew resigns herself to her helplessness, finally, and submits to the utter degradation of returning the dog’s lunges unreservedly.  Her thighs clamped against the coarse fur of the dogs’ flanks and shoulders aflame with the sanding of the rock’s grit, Drew mashes her cunt to the base of the enormous cock every time Sergeant thrust inward.  Her voice broken with sobs, and tears wetting her face; Drew storms at her assailant.

“Fuck you, Sergeant,” she moans.  “UNH-UNNHHH … I hate you … UNNHHHH … You win this time … You’re gonna fuck me until you’ve had all you want … I can’t stop you … I can’t even keep myself from fucking back … EEEEE … UNNNNHHHOmigod, Sergeant … When we get back to the house, you’re dead … Lance will kill you … UNNNNHHHAGHHHHH…”

 

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