"Here, George," she whispered, playing with that hard shaft. "That's right, good old George just keeping humping it out there. Keep it moving in my hand. That's it."
The cock was slippery, all gleaming and slidy as she jacked off the big dog, squeezing down on the rigid shaft and fingering over the pointy knob that seemed to grow with each humping thrust the dog made into the air – and into her caressing hand. Sunny was interested in actually watching what happened when it went off – to see if it exploded like a gun shooting, or if it squirted like a hose, or what.
She continued to fondle the sliding prick, and the head of it seemed to expand more and more, but only to her touch; she could barely see any real change as George whined and hunched, bewildered because he couldn't clamp his front legs around a warm body. The dog was getting spoiled, she thought, using her other hand to feet his swinging balls. But she didn't slow down her massaging on his slippery prick.
Staring, she watched the knob suddenly swell to several times its size, and when George whined deep in his hairy chest, she felt that he was about to come. The dog stiffened out in a half-crouch, and a great shiver passed through his body. Sunny watched entranced as the head of his cock shook, vibrated, then spurted a solid stream of jism.
It shot out to land between his forefeet, a big blob of gooey stuff that glistened up at her. But George wasn't through, and another lunge of his ass drove his prick forward in her hand to spit another stream of sperm that fell somewhat short of the place the first spurt landed.
That was the same juice that she had taken into her snatch, that had hosed up her ass, feeling all hot and bubbly, making her tingle and tickle from head to toe. Sunny let go of the dog's balls and touched a fingertip into the puddle of sperm, nabbing lightly, smearing the stuff around. It was thick and sticky, and the texture of it thrilled her.
"George," she murmured, "can you go again so soon? Come on and try it, George. I'm so hot I can't stand it any longer."
As she backed her ass into the dog's face, George lowered his muzzle and began to lick hotly at her pussy, laving her asshole as well with his big, long tongue. Sunny thought that she'd save her other experiment until sometime later. She'd meant to go down on George, to find out if that would be as exciting as eating Judd's thick cock, to see if there was a difference in taste between the dog's sperm and the man's cum.
But she'd gotten herself turned on too much, playing with George's prick, jacking him off. So now she had to swing with him, to reach an orgasm herself. It felt good, the wetness of his reaching tongue, and Sunny squirmed at the warm lapping, moving so that he could reach all over the lips of her pussy. Once in a while, the end of the tongue would penetrate her gash and she'd wiggle joyfully at the sensation.
George got himself worked up then, and lifted to clamp his paws around her waist while his stiff cock probed for an opening, any hot opening that would take it. Sunny considered taking it up the ass again, but changed her mind when George's knobby prick poked into the hairs of her cunt.
Better to fuck the dog in the regular way, she thought, to make him screw her long and strong in the pussy, so she could come better. Grinding her ass, hiking it towards the searching cock, Sunny dropped her upper body so that George could find her cunt more easily. He got it stuck into the pussylips, whined once, then shoved his dick powerfully right into her snatch without another second of hesitation.
The dog's rigid prick pushed into her hole greasily, and Sunny was glad she'd been hot and ready for it. Otherwise, the shaft might have made her hurt, sliding into a dry cunt. George didn't give a damn, once the head of his cock touched a wet hole; he just plunged his rod on home, all the way to his balls.
Settling herself, Sunny rocked with the penetrating lunges of the Great Dane's cock, seesawing back and forth with every long thrust. George had a strong and steady rhythm, and pushed his prick deep into her cunt with every stroke, hunching his back so that his balls swung into Sunny's thighs.
Eyes closed, face turned upon her forearm, Sunny took the hard cock, felt the soft joltings of it against her cervix and the grinding of the shaft across her clit. His cock was groovy for her, different from Judd's larger, heavier cock, strange because George was a dog and was fucking her like she was a bitch dog. No man would ever be able to quite screw her this way, she thought, and wiggled happily upon the ramrodding prick.
George took longer because he had just come, and Sunny tried holding off, making herself slow down so she wouldn't come too soon. She luxuriated in the fucking, slid her ass up and down the pistoning cock, but she couldn't keep the far-out sensations off. They built within her hot pussy, grew more potent with each stroke of the dog's prick, and she dug her fingers into the earth, fighting the surges.
"Uhhh!" she grunted, and swung her ass furiously, grinding her cunt around the dog's driving prick, not giving a damn about anything but the hot, blazing excitement of being screwed.
Sunny came in a violent, boiling spasm that shook her entire body. Her clit thrummed and her cunt muscles squeezed down upon the moving, churning cock that was making her quake all over. Her pussy rippled, let go, clamped again, and the flashes of juicy, hot feelings radiated through her twat.
"Ohh!" she gasped as George continued to hammer his rigid cock into her quaking cunt. "Uhhh! G-George, you horny bastard! Ohhh! OOOHHH!!"
And the dog's prick drove hard into her hole as George gripped her tightly with his forelegs. Her knees skidded on the grass as the Great Dane pounded his heavy shaft more savagely into her twat, and George was mixing growls with whines, deep in his chest.
Then he let it go again – and Sunny almost sobbed with relief as the torrent of sizzling dog juice splashed into her pussy, as the dog's cum washed thick and hot throughout her wetly flexing cunt.
George stiffened out above her, and the grip of his paws relaxed. Gently, she crawled away from him, expertly sliding out of the dog's cock, hesitating at the spread of its distended head, then giving her cunt a deft twist that popped the knob out of her pussylips. She felt the sticky residue that trailed after, to turn her thighs slick.
Then she was gone from beneath him, feeling for her panties, her chest heaving as her breath finally slowed. In her jeans again, she sat up and reached back to pat the dog's broad head. "You're a real fucker, George. Every time I get screwed by you, I think I'm coming apart at the seams. It's good, George – it's very good."
Next time, she thought, she'd suck him off, and get the dog's reaction to that. No doubt he'd just plunge that stiff cock down her throat with the same brutal, hammering speed. But maybe she could control its penetration by moving her head, or slow him down by chewing on his prick. It would be fun to try.
Sunny came from behind the lawn umbrella, leading the now docile George by his choke-chain collar. Snapping the hook of his leash into the collar, she tied him to the doghouse. George lay down immediately and closed his eyes, muzzle on his paws.
Smiling down at her hairy lover, Sunny walked back into the house, knowing the slippery feeling of cum oozing from her pussylips and thinking of a hot shower. But she met her mother in the kitchen, and realized they would have to have a talk.
Her mother made the first move. "Coffee, Sunny? Or a cold drink?"
"Something cold, Mom. I was – goofing around outside and got all sweaty. Do you feel okay?" Sunny sat at the table and watched her mother move to the fridge, liking the grace of her motions, the slimness of leg and the sexy jiggling of her ass.
Teresa Watson dropped ice in a glass and foamed Coke over it. She had a glass of dark stuff herself, and Sunny figured it was a mixed drink, that her mother was getting her nerve together with it.