Cynn came awake to a delightful tingling of her dainty cunt, and for
the first startled moment, she thought sheâd napped too long in the
backyard sun and was blistering again. With her tender skin, it was so
easy to sunburn.
But it was only Max, licking at her thighs again, acting silly as a
dog could. She tried to bring her knees together, but somehow, he had
gotten in between them this time; his hairy body was thick and muscled
when she squeezed, and the solidity of it made a funny little thrill
race up her backbone.
âMax,â she said lazily, âgo away, Max.â But she didnât really
mean it. His nose snuffled deeply into the swim-suit bottom she wore,
and the heat of his breath increased the tingling in her snatch.
Tugging the towel down over herself, Cynn thought that it wouldnât
hurt to let the crazy dog have his way, to let him lick at her pussy
until he was tired of it. Besides, it felt so good. She lifted her butt
and gave a wiggle that helped her slide the swim suit down, but she had
to put one bare foot against Maxâs wide chest to shove him back far
enough so she could get the almost-bikini off her legs.
Quickly then, she made a tent of the big towel and spread her knees so
Max could stick his soft, hairy muzzle back into place over her
crotch. He did it quickly, eager to get his hot, wet tongue going on
her feathery-haired pussy.
Of course, she didnât mean to let him try anything else, just the hot
and ticklish lapping he was always trying on her cunt. Ever since the
German Shepard grew up, it seemed like he was hungry to lick her twat. And
her mother was always saying, watch out for that dog, Cynnâslap him
when he does that. But her mom didnât understand about the tingles.
âOoohh!â Cynn said out loud, arching her back some as the dog licked
hotly right into her pussylips. Heâd never been right down to those
before, and the sensation was wild, crazy. His tongue shot a wet fire
up her cunt, and she began to roll her ass, the way she did when she
was finger-fucking herself and getting to the point where she might
come.
Maybe Max would lap her snatch long enough to make her come; he
seemed content to keep at it, and his tongue felt wonderful, rubbing
away at her pussy like that. She wondered if her orgasm would be big,
and trembled all over.
But Cynn kept her head enough to look quickly around the yard, to peer
into the tall hedge that separated their backyard from the Lorimersâ.
She sure didnât want any of them to catch Max snuffling at her pussy
this way, and she spread the towel wider over his head, pretending to
be wrestling with her dog.
Max worked his tongue furiously into her pussy, spreading the
cuntlips apart some, slurping into her hot slit and whining deep in his
chest.
It was great for her, getting to her in a way that using her finger
never had. Cynn reached beneath the towel and pushed his head down,
shoved his hairy muzzle deeper into her heaving snatch. She rolled her
hips and lifted to it, kind of fucked him in his nose, while the good
feeling got better and better in her pussy.
âOh, Max!â she panted, swinging her head from side to side and
breathing harshly. âOh Max, eat me up! Just eat up my pussy!â
The big dog seemed to understand, to respond, for his long, thick
tongue pushed harder, licked more avidly, and a hot, bright spot began
to grow swiftly around her stimulated clit. Her cunt got all hot
inside, turned wetter and juicier, and she humped jerkily on his
muzzle, quivered and gasped as she started to come.
It was far-out, a thrilling sensation that made Cynn hump her crotch
to him, that made her kick her slim legs and dig her fingers into
Maxâs wide head.
âC-Coming!â she husked. âOh Max, you big, horny dog-youâre m-making
me COME!â
Her heels beat against the grass and great, racking shudders whipped
over her taut body. She came, and came, her eyes rolling back in her
head and her teeth locked into her lower lip. The sun overhead seemed
to flash on and off, and she fell back limply, about half-knocked out
of her head.
Weak and spent, she lay flat upon the grass while her big tits heaved
up and down and her mind spun like a biker doing wheelies. She knew
that Max was still lapping her inflamed pussy, but she didnât know
when he stopped. In a daze, she was sorry he quit, because it wouldnât
take all that much more to make her come again.
The dogâs big head came up under the towel, tangled there, and Cynn
had to help him get out of it. Then she was sorry she did, because
Max had his front paws clamped into her rib cage and he was
squeezing her hard. Andâshe recoiled in shockâand she felt the
prodding of his cock, that slick, hard cock that was blindly reaching
for the entrance to her wet cunt.
She wiggled, struggled to push him off her, but Cynn only succeeded in
bumping her belly up against his. Max held on, humping his back and
thrusting forward steadily with that long, pointy cock. Once it slid
across her hairy little cunt mound, and she bucked wildly beneath his
weight. Panting, she had to turn her head aside from his dripping
tongue, and the move threw her crotch into his moving prick again. It
was slippery, oozing some liquid, and her pussy was slippery, too,
skidding along under the intensity of that very stiff dog cock.
Suddenly, the tip of it poked into her pussylips. Cynn quivered
sharply and tried to wiggle off the end of Maxâs hard rod, but he
kept humping and pushing, and somehow, Cynn bounced the wrong way. It
went into her cunt!
The dogâs prick slipped into her twat, right between the lips that had
been turned so slippery by his licking, and she flinched because his
prick was so hard, harder than she had expected or imagined. Knobby on
the end, and shoving, poking, right up into her hole where only her
finger had ever been before.
Cynn was scared. She clawed at the big, powerful dog, and her curled
fingers only slid down his short-haired hide. She tried to push him up
with her bent knees, but he was far too heavy for that, and his cock
penetrated deeper into her snatch. Now it hurt; it hurt like hell, hurt
like crazy, and she was just about to scream, but fought back the panic
just in time.
Mom wasnât home, but the Lorimers probably were, and she didnât want
any of them to come running, to catch her being screwed by her own dog.
Sheâd just have to fight Max off by herself, before his huge prick
ripped her cunt wide open, made her bleed and took her cherry.
Cynn wrapped her arms around his heavy neck and tried to wheel him off
to one side, but the dog had the feel of her inner pussy now, and would
not be denied. He bent his back and plowed his ramrodding cock deeper
into her tightly resisting cunt. Cynn felt the cockhead strike against
something elastic, against some buried membrane that stretched and
pained.
âMax!â she hissed. âGet off me! Stop that! MAX!â
He was too far gone to listen; he only squeezed her surging body
tighter between his paws and pounded that insistent prick more strongly
against the barricade of her cherry.
âN-No!â she grunted. âOh, no! Donât-do-it!â
But she couldnât get herself free, couldnât loosen the impaling cock
working like a lance into her pussy. And the painâquick and sharp and
over in a single flashing momentâso that now she felt the slick dong
moving, and the swelling of the knob on the end of the dogâs hungry
cock. Now she knew the deep tickle of a prick within her cunt, where
she had imagined one would be before too much longer.
But the future was now, and she wasnât a virgin anymore; she felt the
extra wetness of blood and thought crazily that being screwed by her
dog wasnât exactly the way she had pictured losing her cherry. But at
least Max couldnât knock her up, and since it was already done and
she had tried like hell to stop it âŚ
Max grunted and shoved; his cock rammed into her cunt all the way to
his hairy balls, and Cynn knew that her snatch could take it all
without ripping, that her tightly clenching pussy could swallow every
swollen inch of the dogâs big prick without tearing.
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.
Max humped in and out of her cunt eagerly, and the thrill of that
distended prick slipping over her vibrant clit was almost too much.
Cynn thought she was going to faint.
She didnât 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 Max 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 Max there in the backyard wouldnât 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! Maxâs 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 dogâs back. She hiked her crotch to his
thrusts then, and swung her ass in quickening circles, because she was
on the verge of coming.
Comingâin 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.
Cynn came, hugging Max 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.
Max 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.
Max 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. Cynn 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 cuntlips to puddle in the crack of her
steamy ass. Blissfully, Cynn 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 dogâs 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.
âIâm coming again!â she hissed. âOh Max, you lovely, wonderful dog
with the lovely, wonderful prickâyouâre making me come againâCOME!â
As if in answer, Maxâs ballooned cockhead gave a last spurt of hot
jazz, and Cynn 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 dogâs 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, Cynn thought that this must be Maxâs first fuck, too. Poor
Max, she mused; he couldnât 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 Max, 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, Cynn thought she would start
taking the Pill anyway, because, as her mom said, you could never tell
what might happen.
Her poor mom, thought Cynn. She didnât have a lover.
Cynn slid tentatively upward, and Max 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 dogâs prick
snapped out of her cunt.
Cynn grabbed for the big towel, and frowned suddenly at the hedge
nearby. But then she told herself that she hadnât seen a movement in
it, that her imagination was working overtime.