Spurt after spurt poured from the dog's prick as he hammered relentlessly into the girl's cunt. His balls seemed to be inexhaustible, the sweet stuff was shooting out by the bucketful. As his tight-fitting fucker slammed in, cum and cunt-juice sprayed out, pumped from her pussy-slit by his huge piston. Cream frothed in her crotch and poured down her trembling thighs. Rover pulled back, and the pointed head of his fiery red cock appeared in her creamy slot. Then he shoveled it back into the melting depths of her cunt.
His cock was plunging into her so deep that Karen imagined she could taste his fuckjuice, that the delicious stuff was pouring into her mouth from out of her gullet. Her dark head switched from side to side as her young ass jerked and bucked under the pounding brute.
With no signs of flagging, Rover plunged on, drenching her fuckhole with rivers of doggy cum. His haunches were a dark blur as he pounded into her even faster, and each time another dose of cum flooded her, Karen's fuck bud sparked again and more cunt cream poured into her tunnel. Her cunt seemed as insatiable as his cock, her cream as abundant as his doggy spume. His cum squirted into her, and her pussy nectar swirled out, blending with his spunk, filling her fuck tunnel and gushing from her open pussy-lips. His cock was soaking with their cream as it drew out, then slammed balls-deep again.
Yelping and howling, Rover whipped his cockmeat into her, hosing her smoldering cunt with his frothy deluge, and Karen wailed and gasped as the waves of ecstasy rippled across her belly and shot up her thighs.
At long, long last the doggy slowed down.
His balls were drained now, but his prick was still hard as a stone as he slipped it in and out of her cum-soaked fuck tunnel.
Karen squeezed his balls, as if trying to coax a few last drops out of them. Her cunt sucked on his fuckmeat hungrily. Full of doggy jism, she still wanted more. Rover was pumping his prick into her very slowly now, winding down, like some big, black fucking machine running out of phallic fuel. But the insatiable woman continued to buck and heave under him at a frantic tempo as she worked off her last spasms and milked out the final drops of her own climax.
Then she too, slowed. Rover panted over her, his cock still stuck up her, and his front paws still clamped tight to her hipbones.
A last drop of slime slid out of his pisshole and trickled into her soaking pussy.
Karen sighed and rested her head against the couch, a dreamy smile on her lips, satisfied and yet very much aware that the brute's prick was still in her cunt – and still hard.
Karen was amazed at how wonderful it was to get fucked by a dog.
And, standing in the doorway, Tony Plumber found it pretty damned amazing, too…
CHAPTER FIVE
When Tony had left Karen's apartment, bitterly ashamed and embarrassed by his inability to get another hard-on, the pitiful fellow had turned into the nearest bar and ordered a stiff whisky – as if to compensate for his less-than-stiff prick. He had drained the glass at a single gulp, but unlike his balls, the glass could be instantly refilled, and he ordered another drink.
Standing at the bar, he thought wistfully about the beautiful woman he had so miserably failed. He'd had plenty of girls in the past, and disappointed most of them by his lack of control. But he'd never had a girl as beautiful or as sexy as Karen.
Oh, how he groaned, regretting his condition! He remembered her black-bushed, juicy pink fuckslot, streaming with cunt cream, open and inviting – and then grimaced as he recalled how his hot fuckjuice had squirted out onto that sweet pussy before he had gotten in it.
He thought about her sensual, full-lipped mouth, imagining the joy of having her suck hungrily on his cock, the ecstasy of hosing her with his thick slime and having her swallow it down with relish.
Tony concentrated on his cock and balls, willing his fuck rod to harden, his balls to refill.
It stayed limp.
Then the poor fellow had another idea. He felt that he owed Karen a coming, and if his prick failed, then by all rights he should have at least sucked her off.
Why hadn't he thought of that before? Thinking of it now, his tongue began to tingle. He was ignoring his prick and concentrating on his tongue and lips now, thinking about licking Karen's clit and tongue-fucking up her pussy and sucking her cunt cream out as she whimpered and moaned and melted. He wondered if he should go back to her apartment and offer to give her some head?
And then a strange thing happened.
Tony became aware of a tingling sensation in his groin, and looking down in amazement, he saw that the front of his pants stood out like a tent around a tentpole.
Tony had a hard-on!
He could hardly believe it! But he knew what had happened. Because he had been ignoring his cock and balls, as he thought about using his mouth on Karen, his psychological hang-ups had failed – and his prick had been able to respond.
A huge smile spread across Tony's face.
He wasn't sure if Karen would have welcomed him back with only a stiff tongue, but he felt damned sure that she would welcome his enormous hard-on. Without even finishing his second drink, he turned on his heel and marched out of the bar, his hips thrust out, his hard-on proudly displayed in the front of his pants.
He returned to Karen's apartment and let himself into the hallway. Pausing, he could hear juicy sounds – heavy panting and gasping coming from the front room. He didn't think Karen had had time to bring another man home so he naturally figured that Karen, frustrated by the episode with him, was giving herself a handjob.
He heard a loud gasp, then a soft moan. He faintly heard a hissing, slurping sound that he assumed was being made by Karen's fingers as she shoved them up her cunt. He grinned, pleased that the girl would soon have something much nicer than fingers up her creamy pussy. He started down the hall, then halted. Tony was inordinately proud of his new erection, and figured it would be a good idea to put it on display – to let Karen see how stiff his prick was at first glance.
He whipped his zipper down and his cock came storming out of his fly, bucking and jolting with vitality. Cock first, the happy fellow walked down the hallway and turned into the front room, the scene of his previous failure – and stopped dead in amazement.
"Holy shit!" he whispered.
His eyes bulged out like a pair of hard-boiled eggs and his jaw dropped open so wide it was almost resting on his breastbone. His naked cock towered up before him, angled high, the head so hot it was smoking.
It was truly an inspirational sight.
Karen was kneeling, her head on the couch, her ass hiked up and her massive Alsatian mounted on her sweet ass, steadily driving his hairy black prick up her fuckhole! Cuntjuice, thick and creamy and streaked with doggy slime, gushed out of her open pussy, running down her thighs and drenching the dumb brute's plunging prick.
Tony's lips moved wordlessly. He could hear the dog's cock slide into her hole, pumping up her fuck channel with moist squashing sounds. Her ass jerked wildly about, and Karen wailed with the bliss of it. She was obviously at the crest, her cunt melting, and the savage beast was pouring it to her, ready to get his rocks off.
Abandoned to their shared ecstasy, neither the girl nor Rover were aware of the man in the doorway.
What the fuck should he do? Tony wondered. He thought about rushing over and dragging the dog's prick out of her cunt, to slap his own hard-on in there instead. But he didn't think that Karen would be pleased to know that she had been caught getting screwed by her dog, and besides, Tony was afraid of the big brute.