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“Good boy, Brucie! Good boy!” I encouraged him, ruffling his neck. “Mommy's turn this time!” And with a tongue-lolling doggie grin, he finally made his move, jumping up onto Mom's back and starting to thrust himself at her. She gasped in some combination of surprise, doubt, and fear, and I took her hand in mine, giving her a reassuring squeeze. “Try to get a little lower, if you can,” I advised her. “If you let him get all four paws on the ground he'll be way less likely to scratch you with his claws. It'll feel better, too, if you give him more leverage for thrusting.” She did as I said, lowering her hips and pressing those huge, hanging tits firmly into the carpet, her eyes clenched closed as she waited for it to happen. Bruce was having a little trouble finding his mark, as he always did, so I reached in under her with my other hand and spread her thick, meaty lips with my fingers. That got it done, her eyes popping wide as that hot doggie cock finally slid inside. His claws scratched at the carpet as he tried to reposition himself, giving himself one more deep, forceful drive into her depths.

“Uuuuuhh…uuuuhh…ooooowwwccchhh” Carol winced softly. “Don’t stop. Keep going.” She was doing much of the work, fucking my fingers with her asshole. Carol was gasping for air. “Ohhhhh…uhuh…aaahhh…Goddamn…aahhh! Aahhh! AAAHHH!” A gush of pussy juice coated my hand as Carol’s body exploded in pleasure. The now familiar goosebumps rose on her ass as I watched her pussy drip onto the granite. I withdrew my fingers from her pussy and ass and bent down to lick her pussy. Carol moaned as my tongue explored her wet hole and played with her clit. “Eat me Jim,” Carol whispered. “Eat all of me.” I bent lower to suck her clit into my mouth, my nose practically inside her pussy. Then as before, I dragged my tongue across her pussy, her taint and across her asshole. Now when I pushed my tongue against her asshole, her anus opened and my tongue slid inside. Again, I was grossed out later, but Carol’s reaction urged me on.

Watching him work, the expertise at his fingertips, it was like watching a masterful performance. Even the act of dissection was artful. He was so knowledgeable, so capable, and he would explain how he used these techniques in the past to help people. My fear quickly turned to admiration, and I realized that Lord Noah could not be judged by such terms as good or evil. He is neither black nor white, but gray at both its darkest and brightest, a gray as deep as the ocean.