This choice: You rescue Julie from a canine cockvoring • Go Back...Chapter #15You rescue Julie from a canine cockvoring by: WangJohnson   Julie doesn't have time; you try to charge right past the dog to her rescue.
Showing off its experience at shepherding, the tall and lean farmdog half-jumps and half-climbs your front, forcing you to bat away at its thrusting forepaws that try to knock you over. While you're trying to keep both your footing and forward momentum, the reared dog's bright red sausage twitches and bobs, spraying you like a hose. The dog's knotted dick is pointed right at your own, dousing the crotch of your trousers with a torrent of canine spunk. The pressure's so great you can feel the cum reaching your junk, forced through pants and underwear alike. Your dick, still stick with your own juices, squirms at the forced bath, and your legs quiver a bit with arousal.
Rather than get into any sort of risky situation, you escalate things right to the point of kicking a dog in the balls.
The panting and slobbering muzzle in your face loudly yelps, and the dog falls away from you to limp off with a whimper. It takes you a moment to steady yourself, caked doggy-spooge still cascading off your clothed groin as your dick once more tries to pop your zipper with its turgid arousal, but you shake it off pretty quickly. Leveling horny yet sober and determined eyes front and forward, you see that Julie's barely slid any further down the dog's dick. Besides the thumb of the hand she'd been riskily pushing with, she's still only got the one arm in. While initially you start wondering about how best to tug her out, you realize you already have a way simpler solution. You dash over to the cockvoring hound's rear, line up right behind it's gurgling and expectantly swollen balls... and give it a solid kick.
Two for two dogs whine and yelp, and all the voracious slurping the secretaries daughter had been fighting vanishes. Her thumb and forearm pop free amidst a splash of musky jizz, and Julie stumbles back onto her freshly raped and cum-soaked butt. Her elation and surprise at getting free promptly gives way to pouting and frowning as she massages her fat mound of ass, nevermind that you saw it cushioned her so well she landed as softly as a feather. Then she directs a frown your way, as she expectantly raises her arms at you.
"You should have been more gentle - and faster," she complains while she squirms in place, "now help me up."
You pull the potbellied redhead girl to her feet, watching her shoulder length hair swirl beneath your chin as she turns to regard the figure on the ground.
"...Hm," she muses while eying the ball-pained dog that hadn't managed to crawl away, the one that had been cockvoring her just moments ago, "It'd be a shame to leave here with nothing but a mess to show for myself."
She squats right back down, legs splayed about her belly as she lifts the limp dog's back legs and tail.
"I didn't get to have the lunch I wanted so I've still got to eat," she muses while licking her lips, "And I do so hate to let anything think it can mess with me."
Her mouth yawns wide, her tongue lolls out, and with a deluge of drool she gulps down the dog's legs and tail in one go.
"Mm-hm," she half-laughs, half-gargles as the dog barks in surprise, her lips climbing up around its balls, "Hm-hm-hm."
Canine pecker and dog belly both slide into her face, her throat bulging as her meal migrates towards her accomodating belly, whining and struggling all the way down.
"...Mmp," Julie sighs as with a coy poke to its sniffling nose she swallowed down the dog's head and forelegs to finish her meal, "And that's all my current problems, solved rather nicely."
She pats her distended belly that could outclass the most gravid of mothers... and once again lifts her arms at you and waits expectantly.
"I could still eat more though, actually; maybe I should see what mommie's live in ranch-maid - oops, our teacher is making for you."
You're pretty sure that was meant to be patronizing and mean, and you wonder why Julie'd say that about such a nice woman.
"...Are you going to pick me up anytime soon, or...?"
After you've helped the much heavier Julie up for a second time, you could swear you hear knickering, moaning, and words alike from the stables not too far from you - that's odd, you don't think you saw any students going over there.
With the secretaries daughter hugging her bloated and audibly gurgling gut at your side...
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