And his cock felt terrific. It felt wonderful, buried so deeply in her cunt that she could feel the hard tip nudging her cervix. She was being fucked! All the sex-education classes and the girls giggling and the hot night dreams had led to this crazy moment. His big rod felt marvelous, filling her pussy and making her ass go tight.
George humped in and out of her cunt eagerly, and the thrill of that distended prick slipping over her vibrant clit was almost too much. Sunny thought she was going to faint.
She didn't pass out, because that doggie cock felt too good. She rode it back and slithered forward when it pumped into her box once more. The swollen tool bulged inside her clinging pussy, and she wondered dimly if she and George could get hung up, like she had seen a bitch dog and a male do once. It would be nice in one way, to keep this tremendous cock inside her hot cunt for just as long as she wanted it, fucking until she came, and came again, and came once more.
But getting hung up with George there in the backyard wouldn't be so cool. In her bedroom at night, after her mom was asleep, that would be okay. But not here and not now, right out in the open daylight. The towel that had covered her was gone, kicked away in the scuffle, and when she looked down by twisting her head a little, she could watch the shiny red prick pumping in and out of the lightly haired lips of her dripping pussy.
Oh wow, she thought, wow! George's cockhead was bumping against her womb, and making her head bob up and down, and she had to have something to hold onto, or the dog might fuck her right on down through the lawn. She clung to his neck and got her feet up, up, until her ankles could cross above the dog's back. She hiked her crotch to his thrusts then, and swung her ass in quickening circles, because she was on the verge of coming.
Coming – in her first screw! It was wilder than using her finger, more fantastic than having the dog lick her pussy. His cock slammed deep into her snatch and pulled back for another battering-ram stroke, and when he plunged his dick to the balls again, she quivered in ecstasy.
Sunny came, hugging George and fucking back at him, clinging to his body with her legs and arms, clinging to his prick with the hot, wet walls of her pussy. Lights flashed on and off within her head, and crazy things happened to her clit, bombed inside her cunt. Her asshole snapped tight as a rubber band, and she felt his swinging balls massage it.
George kept right on grinding that stiff dog cock into her blazing cunt, ramming and banging it, and her legs slid off his back, but only to brace her heels against the grass so she could rock her crotch upward to meet his lunges, so that her cunt could absorb every terrific inch of that hard and slippery cock.
George whined then, his breath hot in her car and his damp muzzle pressing against her cheek. She felt her tits rubbing their erect nipples into his heaving chest, felt the rise and fall of his hairy belly as he shoved the prick to her cunt in a last, savage burst of power.
He shot off inside her. Sunny trembled from head to foot as hot dog sperm spurted from his greatly swollen cockhead. The boiling jazz hosed her entire womb, splashed searingly against the walls of her cunt and packed the length of her pussy.
Thick and creamy, it flowed over his throbbing prick and a few drops squeezed out of her rubbery cunt lips to puddle in the crack of her steamy ass. Blissfully, Sunny rolled her crotch, rolled the hard cock around inside her frothy cunt and over the aching button of her clitoris.
Moaning softly to herself, clenching her teeth, she heaved her pussy against the dog's balls, pushed it wetly into his crotch. She burrowed her stiff nipples into his muscled chest and moaned again, softly and with the craziest feeling blossoming within her overheated body.
"I'm coming again!" she hissed. "Oh George, you lovely, wonderful dog with the lovely, wonderful prick – you're making me come again – COME!"
As if in answer, George's ballooned cockhead gave a last spurt of hot jazz, and Sunny reveled in the buttery sensations within her flexing pussy, went just a little bit insane with the contortions of her snatch and her ass. The coming was even more tremendous than it had been when he licked her off, even better than the first time she had ridden and bucked to rapture upon this deeply buried cock that was still stiff as a poker.
It was as if she had a strobe light in her cunt, as if it were flashing on and off and making everything inside her jerky, jumpy. It was as if a color wheel were spinning red-orange and green-blue. Every nerve end of her body tingled and sparked, and the orgasm raced everywhere within her being.
It was the sweetest and the sexiest thing ever. The dog's cock was her very own; she possessed it in her pussy and held it prisoner by the muscles of her cunt. The great cockhead pulsed and turned greasy inside its tender trap, but the dog just balanced above her, stopped in the motions of his fucking, held in the diminishing throes of his coming.
Oddly, Sunny thought that this must be George's first fuck, too. Poor George, she mused; he couldn't even masturbate himself, although he could lick his own prick. She wished she could stretch herself around so that she could lap her own hot pussy. But they would both make do very well now, by screwing each other.
She had her own lover now. She had George, who could fuck her for as long as she wanted, who could throw big, sizzling loads of rushing cum into her cunt and not make her pregnant. But now that the walls were down and the no-no times finished with, Sunny thought she would start taking the Pill anyway, because, as her mom said, you could never tell what might happen.
Her poor mom, thought Sunny. She didn't have a lover.
Sunny slid tentatively upward, and George allowed his hard cock to slip almost out of her snatch. Only the cockhead hung a bit, but then her pussylips stretched a little more, and with a wet plop! The dog's prick snapped out of her cunt.
Sunny grabbed for the big towel, and frowned suddenly at the hedge nearby. But then she told herself that she hadn't seen a movement in it, that her imagination was working overtime.
CHAPTER TWO
Sunny was thirteen, but now she felt much older, like maybe twenty-five or so. She lay back in the hot water of her bathtub and smiled when she rubbed her thighs gently together. After all, she wasn't a cherry now; her fuck with George had turned her into a woman, and girlhood was behind her.
Losing her cherry hadn't really hurt, either – not much. And now she only felt a tiny bit of sensitivity in her pussy. She'd soak in the tub, and think about all the fun ahead of her, the wild times she and lovely old George would have together.
It was funny how it got started, Sunny mused. Dogs fucked other dogs by mounting them from the back, where the female's cunt was set, so she hadn't expected to get screwed from the front. Still, George could fuck from both directions, she supposed.
And his prick – long and slidy hard and shiny, with a knob on the end that swelled up big and powerful when he was about to come, or coming. That trick made her own orgasm even better, adding sensations just at the very moment when the hot sperm was shooting out into her cunt.
Soaping the washrag, she slid the bubbles over her tits, tickled them awhile, and wished as always that they were bigger, like her mom's boobs. But her mother tried to make those nice jugs look smaller by wearing loose blouses and the like.
Sunny hiked her ass so she could wash tenderly at her cunt mound, wiggling a little at the feelings it caused. She'd never been so turned on; it was like George had left more than just his hot jism inside her pussy; he had deposited some special kind of tingling, an electric vibration that made her want to scratch where she couldn't quite reach.