Then all need of a decision was taken from him. As he stared at the incredible sight, watching the dog's hairy black cock slam in and out of her steaming fuckhole, Tony's balls swelled and his prick thundered. He looked down at his cock in dismay – and his scumbags blew.
Tony's fuckjuice came spurting out of the head of his cock in a creamy geyser. He came so hard that his ass and hips jumped back on the recoil. His jism arched in a long parabola, a creamy jet, flying halfway across the room and splattering on the carpet behind the Alsatian's heaving ass.
Tony had been so inspired by seeing Karen taking dog cock that every drop of his cum load spurted out in that single massive jet. He staggered, his legs turning weak, his loins hollow and drained. His spent spunk glistened on the floor, a slimy trail leading from his cockhead almost to the couch. A slender gossamer thread of jism, like a cobweb, stretched from his pisshole to the carpet – and once again, to his sorrow, Tony's balls were empty.
The poor man gazed at his crotch and sobbed as he watched his cock, so proud and firm a moment before, slowly sink down in a limp coil, and his balls, so full of fuckjuice when he'd walked in, shrink and shrivel.
He gnashed his teeth and rolled his eyes and almost burst into tears. Once again, premature ejaculation had confounded the unhappy fellow. He grasped his prick in his hand and gave it a vigorous tug, but the damned thing just retracted further, slipping from his fist like a slippery worm.
Karen and Rover were still fucking frantically away as the doggy emptied his potent balls into her cunt and she melted around his spurting fuck rod. Tony looked at them enviously, shaking his head.
Then he moved quietly from the room, tucking his useless prick back into his pants. There was no point in staying now. His cock and balls were drained, and with that huge dog prick, Karen would have little use for a man's tongue. There was no point in letting her know that her depraved dog-fucking had been witnessed.
Sad and sorrowful, the pitiful premature ejaculator let himself out of the apartment, and limp-pricked and empty-balled, returned to the bar to drown his grief.
And he was right, too. Now that Karen had discovered the joys of dog cock, what did she want with a man?
What she wanted, in fact, was more dog cock.
And by a happy coincidence, Rover's hard prick was still buried in her cunt.
Karen wriggled slightly tentatively. Rover's cock ripped in her cunthole very promisingly. She cupped his balls and smiled when she felt his huge scumbags begin to swell again. She looked back over her shoulder, seeing his big head hovering over her, drooling onto her ass. She saw too, a mysterious line of jism, glistening like the track of a snail, running along the carpet from the doorway almost to the dog's haunches. But never for a moment suspecting that anyone had been there to witness her degenerate joy, she assumed that Rover's cock must have been dripping when he first sneaked across the room toward her upthrust ass.
"Wanna fuck again, boy?" she purred.
"Woof!" Rover responded, wagging his tail.
Karen push-pulled her pussy on his stationary, iron-hard prick, frigging through an inch or two. His powerful body began to quiver. Although she had creamed wonderfully on their first fuck, her ever-ready pussy was starting to simmer again. Karen was ready for another doggy fuck.
But then, since they had already done it doggy style, she wondered if it would be possible to couple face to face with a dog. She wasn't at all sure. But she was damned well going to find out!
Karen tried to squirm off the Alsatian's prick, moving forward, but the potent brute clamped his paws tighter around her hipbones and shuffled along after her ass, keeping his cock buried. She shook her ass, but he moved with her, dancing on his hindlegs. His fat prick was well jammed up her hairy cunt, and she couldn't seem to drag it off. Her pliable cuntwalls were molded to the outline of his long prick and flaring knob, so that he was stuck up her fuckhole as if it were a Chinese finger puzzle.
Holy shit, Karen suddenly thought, as a worrisome idea struck her.
She knew that two dogs often became stuck together after fucking, and now she wondered if maybe Rover's cock was stuck up her cunt in the same way. The idea of having a cuntful of thick doggy prick, in itself, was not at all unpleasant, but Karen wondered how long it took before the dog's cock would soften and retract. She knew little about dogs, having bought Rover for a specific purpose rather than as a dog in general, and she had no idea. It struck her as sort of funny that, having just been fucked by a dog, she knew nothing whatsoever about doggy breeding habits.
She wriggled and squirmed. Rover's cock stayed lodged up her cunt-channel. Oh, wow – will I have to crawl over to the telephone and call for help? she wondered. That, to say the least, would be embarrassing.
And who should she phone, anyhow? A doctor? A dentist, accustomed to removing teeth from their sockets? Maybe a plumber who knew how to unclog a drain, or a dog breeder who would be familiar with the problem? And would it be more embarrassing to have a total stranger come to her assistance than someone she knew intimately? Getting more and more concerned, her mind darted wildly about. Karen even thought about her brother, who worked at the local zoo and, no doubt, would know how to extract a dog cock from his sister's pussy. Maybe if someone simply threw a bucket of cold water over them?
Embarrassed in advance by the prospect, Karen renewed her efforts to uncouple, thrashing frantically. Rover woofed and yelped and clung to her, mounted on her ass like a stuffed trophy.
She reached between her thighs and got a good grip on his balls. They weren't as bloated as they had been before he came, but they were swelling up all over again. She tugged back on his balls as she jerked her ass forwards. An inch of hairy stalk pulled out of her slot, dragging her cuntlips along with it. Karen switched her grip, folding her fist around the root of his rod. She began to twist and turn her cunt as she held his prick stationary.
Inch by inch, Rover's cock slid from her gash. The dog, quite content to be stuck up her, whined, and his haunches humped as he tried to slam his fuckmeat back in. But Karen held him firmly, and continued to squirm and twist as she unwound her fuckhole from his meaty plug.
She pulled all of his long black cock out, and only the naked meat of his cockhead remained stuck in her cunt, flaring and throbbing, spreading her open. With a last jerk, she pulled her pussy free. Rover yelped and hopped down to the floor. Karen fell forward against the couch, breathing heavily. Her vacated cunt was gaping open and steaming as cum and cuntjuice gushed from the abandoned tunnel, soaking her groin and pouring down her thighs.
The Alsatian thrust his head into her crotch from behind and began to lap at the overflow. Karen's ardor had diminished as she struggled to free herself, but as his wet tongue slapped into her pussy and dragged over her fuck button, she began to heat up again. She smiled. Now that she knew it was possible to uncouple, there was no reason why she shouldn't enjoy another cuntful of doggy prick, and let the faithful beast unload his fuckjuice into her again.
But she wanted it face to face this time, for the variety of it and so that she could look up and see the big brute as he hammered away, see the depraved reality of the bestial coupling, adding a visual, physiological thrill to the fiery sensation in her cunt.
Rover's muzzle was buried into her crotch, under her ass, his tongue flashing up her pussy. Karen raised one knee and twisted around, rolling over. Her thigh crossed over the dog's head and shoulders so that she had turned fully around without losing contact with his tongue. Now she was sitting on the floor, her back against the edge of the couch, her knees raised and her thighs parted. The Alsatian stood before her, his head down in her crotch, slurping away with gusto, lapping the slime of their previous encounter out of her flooded pussy. His head bobbed up and down like a rocking horse. His bushy tail swirled behind him. The beast was making soft, moist whimpering sounds as he fed.