...tive sheath. Curious, and suddenly feeling guilty at the one-sidedness of the exchange, Bart crawled over to the dog.
"Good boy." Bart told him as he stroked his fur lower and lower down his side, until his hand curled around his pet's foreskin. He softly massaged the dog's balls and stroked his sheath. Slowly, the tubelike tip of its head crept out. Santa's Little Helper jerked when Bart gently touched it, but deciding that his master meant no harm, let him pet it for several seconds.
Looking down at his own genitals, Bart could see a huge amount of his own clear fluid trickling down the side of his pee-pee. Santa's Little Helper seemed to realize this too, as he bent down and licked his shaft clean.
Bart again laid back, his legs spread, and let his dog pleasure him. After a few flicks of the tongue, Bart lifted his legs into the air, exposing his entire crotch, from his tan anus to his pink-twinged yellow glans. The greyhound briefly ran his tongue over Bart's boycunt, gave his loose scrotum a lick, and ran his tongue up the underside of his cock. Then, SLH stepped between his legs,
and again began to lick his master's face.
Bart could feel the sticky mixture of saliva and both his of their precum against his face, but he could also feel something else. The fur of Santa's Little Helper's belly was ...