Chapter 1

It was another day on the set of Good Day LA as Jillian Barberie prepared her material for today’s broadcast. As always, she would be taking care of the weather report, as well as her favorite segment, the Adopt-A-Pet program.

As always, the 5’4″ brunette weathergirl was wearing a sexy outfit consisting of a short black skirt, an almost see-through silk blouse and three-inch stiletto heels. This was all accentuated by the black stockings she had on. She didn’t much like the idea of pantyhose, so she would go for stockings and garter belt every chance she got.

The tall, slender brunette weathergirl was quite ravishing and had fostered many sexual fantasies in men and women throughout Los Angeles. Even though she was married, her fans would still send her some rather suggestive fan mail. One such fan even went so far as to send her a Ziploc bag full of sperm, probably his own. She simply handed that to security in disgust.

As for her husband, the only problem in their marriage was when she sometimes brought home some of the pets her Adopt-A-Pet segment showcased. She just couldn’t let any of the animals go back to the pound if she could help it, so if nobody adopted any of the cats or dogs on her show, she would usually take them home with her until she found them each a suitable home.

She walked past the cages of the animals that were sent over for her to show off today. As always, there was a wide variety of pets to be adopted. The normal assortment of cats and dogs were waiting in cages, as well as a few reptilian pets as well.

As she made her way down the row of cages, she came across a large black Labrador. She stopped and took a closer look at the animal and found out his name was Hector according to the nametag on the cage. The only other information about this beautiful animal was that it was a male, and that he had been abused in some way. However, no specific details were listed.

“Oh! Poor baby,” she knelt down, her short skirt hiking up her smooth calf, and petted the friendly animal. “Did they hurt you were you were?” She cooed. “Well, you don’t look too bad now, so I guess the animal shelter took good care of you, didn’t they boy.”

The dog’s large tongue lapped at her hand in appreciation for Jillian’s attention, and she laughed in pleasure.

She straightened herself back up, rearranging her displaced skirt and headed off to make-up in preparation for the show.

The show went without a hitch and now it was Jillian’s turn to find new owners for the pets. She stepped away from the desk and made her way towards the shelter employees and the animals in their care.

“We have another group of loving animals in search for a new home,” she said with a smile. “I hope you can find it in your hearts to help them. And please remember to help curb the animal population, have your pets spayed or neutered.”

One by one, a handler would hand her one of the smaller animals, mostly cats, kittens or puppies. The next animal that was placed in her arms was a large boa constrictor. The handler showed her how best to hold the slithering animal and she walked out in front of the camera with the snake wrapped around her neck. It must have weighed about thirty pounds of slithering flesh, which made it that much more difficult to hold.

“I… I really hope we can find someone who likes snakes,” she said, cringing. “But they really aren’t my favorite animals.”

She could hear her co-host laughing at her discomfort in the background.

“This big fellow is named Julius,” she said, struggling to control him. “He’s a bit heavy, but not dangerous.”

Just then, she lost part of her grip on the large snake and its head found its way down the open front of her shirt.

Jillian jiggled as the slithering snake tickled her along her cleavage. The whole crew broke out laughing but kept the cameras on her nonetheless. They could see the snake’s body bulging across her stomach as more of the heavy reptile found its way down her shirt cleavage.

“This is one for the blooper reels Jillian,” she heard the anchor call out.

“This isn’t funny guys,” Jillian grimaced as she felt the scaly skin rub against her bare skin. “Somebody come out here and help me out, please.”

However, no help was forthcoming as everyone was too incapacitated laughing at her situation.

“Any… anyway,” Jillian tried to continue with her segment. “Anybody… anybody interested in adopting Julius here, just call the toll free number at the bottom of the screen.”

Somehow, the huge snake’s head found its way past Jillian’s skirt waistband and was now rubbing itself along her panty-covered pussy. Jillian was now blushing a bright red on camera as the snake continued exploring her crotch. And still the cameramen kept her in sight, forcing her to endure this in front of all the viewers.

‘Oh shit, ‘ she thought. ‘My pussy’s getting wet from all this rubbing.’

She thought about squeezing her legs together, but that would make it that much more obvious to everybody that she was wetting herself. So, clenching her teeth, she tried to continue as best she could.

“As you can see, he’s a friendly fellow,” she blushed even brighter when she realized how her words sounded. “So, if anybody would care to have him as a pet, feel free to call soon.”

The snake, being attracted to heat, was enticed by the warmth emanating from under Jillian’s panties and slithered its head up to its waistband. Using its natural dexterity, it pushed its way past that obstruction and nestled its head against the weathergirl’s pussylips. Its flicking tongue only causing Jillian to gasp in silence as it slapped her clitoris in search for more warmth. The snake’s scaly skin rubbing teasingly against her already aroused pussylips and clit.

‘Oh god!’ Jillian was finding it hard to stay steady.

Her knees were shaking slightly, but she still somehow managed to remain cool in front of the camera. But her innards were being turned to mush by the constant tongue flicking the huge snake was giving her cunt.

The large snake’s head would occasionally poke itself past her clenching pussylips, pushing itself slightly inside her moist vagina. The reptile’s head, thicker than any cock that ever found its way in her pussy before, made her juices run down her calf. Luckily, nobody seemed to notice any sign of her stockings getting moist. Nonetheless, Jillian was finding almost impossible to stay steady with this bestial teasing the large snake was giving her.

In its constant probing of her crotch, the snake’s head kept pushing against her skirt, making it appear that Jillian had a twitching hard-on on camera. Another round of guffaws and giggles exploded across the set as Jillian’s embarrassment continued.

The snake’s constant curling and uncurling movement soon caused its heavy body to tug Jillian’s g-string panties downward from gravity. The large snake slithered out both sides of her underwear leg holes as its weight suddenly began tugging her panties down her calf. Soon, Jillian found herself with her panties down to her knees, the snake hanging lazily in its stretched crotchband.

The laughter became thunderous as both men and women of the crew watched their helpless co- worker. Finally, a producer had the decency to break to a commercial so that Jillian could extricate herself from her compromising position.

Thanks to the snake’s bestial exploration, her panties were now too moist, and also were stretched too out of shape, to bother pulling back up. She tossed them aside, and with no time to find a fresh pair, Jillian decided to finish the segment pantyless.

One of the cameramen quickly grabbed her damp panties and took a deep whiff of her sex on them. And then, not being selfish, tossed it to his comrades.

Jillian watched in amusement as her panties was being passed around freely among her co-workers. She grinned wickedly when even some of the women took their turn at smelling her sexy underwear.

After a few minutes for the advertising to end, the camera light flashed back on signaling her that she was back on the air. She strutted across the stage to the next animal to be showcased.

The handler gave her a leash and she led Hector back in front of the camera with her.

“Now this friendly fellow is named Hector,” she smiled as she knelt down to pet the large dog.

Being the complete professional, she forgot about not having any panties on, so she wound up flashing her pussy on national television. The director quickly directed the cameraman to focus on her face.

As that particular cameraman did as he was told, his compatriots were busily aiming their own cameras to Jillian’s crotch to record the luscious sight.

“Now they tell me that Hector was abused,” she went on, oblivious to her display of pussy. “But as you can see, he has recovered quite well and would make a terrific family pet for the kids.”

The large dog happily licked her face, inadvertently inserting his tongue in her mouth and giving her a frenchkiss.

“Ha, ha,” Jillian giggled at the friendliness of the dog. “So anybody interested in my friend Hector here, just call up the number and we’ll make the arrangements to have him sent to you.”

“Cut, that’s it Jillian,” the producer sounded as he cut to a new commercial spot.

As Jillian stood up, Hector stuffed his big head under her skirt and gave her pussy a few quick licks of her wet pussy.

“Hey now, stop that,” she scolded the large dog in a playful fashion. “You haven’t taken me out to diner yet, so you can’t have any of that,” she said, laughing at the innocent animal.

The rest of the broadcast went on without any further glitches. However, Jillian was shuffling uncomfortably in her seat for the remainder of the show as she felt her wet pussylips rubbing teasingly against her blood- engorged clit.

When the show was finally done, she walked over to the shelter workers as she did after each of her pet spots.

“So, how did it go today guys?” She asked.

“We got a good turn out, ma’am,” one of them said. “We even got a call in for your favorite pet of the day, Julius.”

They broke out laughing, and Jillian couldn’t help but laugh along thinking back at the absurdity of the snake’s behavior.

“So, we got new homes for all of them then?” She asked.

“Not exactly,” he said. “We didn’t get any calls about Hector. And today’s his last chance.”

“You don’t mean…” Jillian gasped.

“Yep, the big kennel upstairs,” he finished her thought.

Jillian kneeled down in front of the beautiful dog’s cage and petted him again through the grate, again forgetting her pantyless crotch. This fact didn’t go unnoticed to the handlers, or Hector.

“Oh! Poor baby,” she cooed in pity. “We can’t let anything like that happen to a beautiful boy like you now, can we.”

Hector somehow understood her concern for his wellbeing. The large dog moved up to the cage bars and stuck out his tongue and lapped under her skirt one more time.

“Hey you!” Jillian squealed lightly as she bolted up straight.

This caused a short giggle from the shelter workers around her.

‘Damn, what is it with this dog?’ She thought to herself. “How come nobody called for him?” She asked. “He seems so friendly.”

“Probably because he’s full grown,” one of them explained. “Families are looking for puppies as pets. Or, at the very least, smaller dogs. Poor Hector is just too big to attract any takers.”

The handlers could see the sorrowfulness in Jillian’s eyes as she looked down at the beautiful black Labrador.

Jillian was considering what she could do to save this beautiful animal from the death sentence that awaited him. But the only idea that came to her was to bring him home with her, and she knew her husband, Bret, wouldn’t like that. He was already complaining about the menagerie she had now.

Their house was already home to four dogs, three cats, and half a dozen birds of various sizes, even a couple of large iguanas. This wasn’t even counting all of the fishes in the three large aquariums spread throughout the house. How could she explain bringing this large dog to join the ‘family’.

“Maybe I could keep him a few days until you find him a more permanent home,” she suggested to the handler.

“That would be great Miss Barberie,” he said enthusiastically. “I’d really hate to put down such a beautiful animal. I think he might be a purebred, that’s probably why he hasn’t been neutered yet. If someone was smart, they could make a lot of money from him in breeding fees.”

“Really?” Jillian was surprised to hear that a purebred was about to be put down. “That would be a shame. I wonder why somebody abused him if he was so valuable?”

“I don’t know the full background about him,” he admitted. “If you want, I can look it up and let you know about his background.”

“That would be nice to know,” she told him. “Maybe I could do a follow up story about animal abuse if it sounds appealing to my producer.”

“Do you really think that could happen?” He asked. “It would be a great boost in making the public more aware of animal abuse if a story made the news.”

“I’ll see what I can do,” Jillian promised. “Here is my private business number at home,” she said handing him a business card. “Why don’t you leave Hector in his cage for now, and I’ll take him home after I’m done here. Oh, could you leave me a leash for him. I don’t seem to have one with me today,” she laughed jokingly. “Thanks…” she paused, trying to think of the handlers name.

“Jim… Jim Harper,” he said, taking the card and slipping it in his shirt pocket.

They left a leash with her and took the other animals back to the shelters until the new owners came around to picking them up.

Jillian had to attend the post-show debriefing, which she was dreading today. As expected, she had to endure a full hour of teasing about her misadventure with the large snake. The meeting had to be called to order at least five times to subdue the laughter erupted everytime somebody made a suggestive innuendo about Jillian and the animals.

Finally, three hours later, her torture was at an end as the meeting finally concluded. The staffers streamed out of the conference room, some still snickering back to their desks. Jillian could finally pack up and head home.

Chapter 2

‘God! What a day, ‘ she mused. ‘Sure am glad that was over with. Hopefully things’ll get back to normal tomorrow.’

She packed up her weather reports in her briefcase and slung the shoulder strap over her shoulder. Then the curvaceous brunette slinked her way back to the newsroom to pick up Hector for home.

“Growf! Growf!” The large dog barked excitedly when he saw the beautiful woman coming back towards him.

Grabbing the leash from the top of the cage, Jillian unfastened the latch of his cage and he merrily came rushing out. Before she could react, Hector was on his hindlegs, his tongue happily licking her face.

“Down boy,” she giggled. “Get back down on the floor so I can put this leash on.”

Looking around carefully, Janet Stepanski slides quietly out the side door, jacket draped carefully around her neck. Gym class is just too much to take today, with the way the boys ogle her in her gym clothes. Today had been even worse than usual, since she’s so horny her nipples have been hard all day, showing plainly through her romper suit, but the jacket will hide them. At least it’s her last class of the day, with just study hall after. They never take attendance in study hall, and if somebody does, she can just say she was in the library or the restroom.

Carefully making her way around the other end of the gym, she starts for the street before she remembers that those stoners always hang around down by the little store. It’s bad enough walking by there with other girls, and she doesn’t want to walk by alone. Now if she goes over the other way, she can walk down the alley to the back gate.

‘Why’d they have to come here? We’ve got lots of relatives, so why’d they have to move in with us? There’s no privacy anymore! I’ve gotta share my bedroom with four noisy, nosy little girls! I can’t even be alone in the bathroom!’ she thinks, grousing to herself about her cousins living with them. ‘Uncle Ben isn’t even looking for a job! Dad thinks he is, but he isn’t! Just having him here is bad enough, why’d he have to bring his whole family?! Buncha noisy snooping brats! I haven’t had enough… ‘ she trails off, blushing spectacularly. ‘I haven’t cum for weeks!’

Crossing into the alley, she’s relieved to see that it’s empty. ‘Now where can I go?’ I can’t go home yet, Mom would freak if she knew I was skipping school. And she’d make me babysit those brats!’

Walking slowly down the deserted alley, she pauses for a moment, suddenly really seeing the big equipment storage shed for the first time in years. ‘There’s almost never anybody in it, an’ the doors are open if there is someone there… ‘ The doors are locked up tight, but she rattles them to be sure. ‘Anybody coming in will make a racket… Now where was that loose spot?’

Looking around, the dark-haired teen makes sure no one’s watching, then slides into the narrow space between the corrugated metal siding and the neighbor’s high board fence. Once she’s in the gap, she’s effectively invisible unless someone looks directly down the narrow slot, and as soon as she pushes past the first scrubby bush, she can’t be seen even then. It’s only a few more feet to the loose sheet of siding, and it’s still loose! Mr. James must not have ever found it, if he even knew there was another way in.

Carefully prying the metal aside, making as little noise as possible, the brunette sticks her head through, looking around nervously. There’s nobody inside, so she carefully sidles through the gap. It’s a lot harder than it used to be, she’s not a skinny little kid any more, and she finally has to put the board at one side of the opening into her cleavage and sidle sideways around it, effectively making extra inches by getting her boobs out of the way. Having big tits can be great, especially for attracting boys, but sometimes they’re just a nuisance!

Cautiously sneaking around in the dimness, she’s soon sure there’s nobody else here, and she sits down on the end of the narrow wooden bench between a grader and a front-end loader, spotlighted by sunbeams slanting through the dirty windows high on the wall. “Finally!” she murmurs to herself. It’s the first time she’s been alone in weeks. Her gray eyes half-close as she leans back on her hands. The sunlight feels so good, and it’s so quiet…

The warmth of the sun heats her chest, raising the temperature of her hard nipples even more, and Janet squirms on the bench. The extra warmth feels like it’s melting her insides and they’re trickling down into a warm liquid pool in the base of her tummy…

Opening her eyes again, she reluctantly rises to check that no-one can come in easily, even checking under the storage platform at the back, then drifts to a halt back by the bench, hands rising of their own accord to touch her big, high round breasts. The warm pool is growing to a lake, and she gasps quietly as that first contact sends a hot rush through her. This has been the longest time she’s gone without cumming since she discovered how to get herself off… and it’s taken its toll on her self-restraint.

As she looks around one last time, her trembling fingers unfasten the button closing the top of her one-piece pink romper suit, then slowly, sensuously pull the zipper tab down, allowing the strained cotton to gape open, exposing the upper slopes of her round full titties, straining her white bra. The cool air feels good on her hot pale skin, and the zipper tab continues down at a steady glide until it reaches the bottom of its travel below the slight curve of her belly. She’s just a touch overweight, but it just gives her a tummy that’s not quite flat and big plush tits, though she looks rather fat in her usual loose clothes. The boys had sure stared today, though, even Claude had admired her, and she smiles at the memory of the male attention, even as her nipples harden more.

She shivers with arousal as her hands glide back up over her belly and rise over the fabric-encased mountains above, then onto soft bare skin again; pink cloth slides down her arms, getting in the way until she impatiently shakes the suit off, ignoring it as it pools around her ankles. After a moment’s stroking, she unhooks her sturdy cotton bra, releasing creamy globes the size of cantaloupes, standing high, firm and proud as the white undergarment slides down her arms and drops onto the bench.

Raising her hands back to her chest, she cups the soft silky titty-meat happily, sighing as the lush flesh overfills her hands, short pink-painted nails digging lightly into silky white skin. Her hands gently knead her oversize boobs gently, raising her passions further, then shift out so her exploring fingers can touch the hard little pale-pink nipples topping the silky mounds like pale cherries atop giant scoops of ice-cream. She groans softly at the touch.

Dropping her hands, the fiercely aroused teen pushes her panties down, peeling the wet cotton away from the soft dark curls at the base of her belly, stepping out of the undergarment and rompersuit to stand with her voluptuous pale body glowing in the sunbeams slanting through the gloom, clad only in shoes, hands rising over her head as though she’s offering herself to the sun. After standing that way for a moment, she slowly pirouettes in the light, admiring her reflections in the machine windows. Her raised hands flatten her tummy out completely and raise her tits, making them look even bigger and higher. Her reflection shows her she’s a terrifically erotic sight; the boys at school would love to see her like this. She giggles at the thought, embarrassed and aroused, knowing she’d never do it.

Her hands drop, to slide over her curving nakedness again, cupping her oversize tits then gliding over softly curving tummy, combing through wet dark curls… she jerks as a fingertip parts drenched pink pussy-folds, releasing feminine moisture to wet her hand. Her feet automatically step apart as her other hand joins the first between her shapely thighs, caressing her drenched sex as her upper arms squeeze her soft white breasts together. Her breathing is picking up speed, becoming a sexy panting while a sexual flush creeps over her impish face and slowly crawls down her throat and chest.

There’s a scrape and something moves in the gloomy back of the building; for almost a minute the buxom nude doesn’t notice, until something dark paces out of the shadows towards her.

“Eeeeh! Wha… ?” she tries, unsuccessfully, to cover her tits with one hand and her crotch with the other. It works for her pussy, more or less, but covering her boobs with her hand is like trying to cover a tabletop with a doily: the soft smooth tit-meat bulges over her hand and arm, rendering the effort something worse than useless, highlighting her nudity instead of concealing it.

The next moment, even the effort is rendered moot as she realizes that, first, it’s Brutus, the Rottweiler that lives behind the storage shop; and, second, there’d been no clashing as the doors opened, so he must have another way in. She looks around anyway, and the gloom makes obvious the doors are still closed.

“Brutus. How’d you get in here?” she inquires, forgetting her initial fright. The big dark dog trots up to her, stubby tail wagging happily. Most people are scared of Brutus, but she’s played with him since he was a puppy small enough to hold easily in her hands. He knows Janet, likes her, and looks at her with ‘Bambi’ eyes, stubby tail wagging furiously, wanting her to scratch his ears. That feels so good, and he groans appreciatively as his human friend scratches away.

Forgetting her nudity, the big-titted girl impulsively kneels on the gritty concrete to hug the big dog, then blinks in surprise as her soft white boobs flatten and rub against the dog’s hard black shoulder. The rub of coarse dark fur against her sensitive pink nipples alone is enough to send a hot liquid rush to her overheated groin, and the heat of his hard muscular body does absolutely nothing to cool her off. Gray eyes wide, she settles herself a little better and deliberately rubs her smooth tits over the big dog’s rough coat, groaning quietly in incredible pleasure.

Brutus sniffs carefully, recognizing the smell of hot pussy; turning his massive head, he sniffs the teen’s wet fingers, then licks the tasty girl-juices up. Lost in her own pleasure, Janet doesn’t notice that or the slick red cock starting to slide out of the black-furred sheath beneath his hindquarters…

Once he’s satisfied himself that he’s gotten the last of the lubrication off of her slender fingers, the huge Rottweiler turns the other way, and Janet starts to move with him, trying to keep her tits pressed against that hard furry warmth, only to freeze in place, shocked to the very core of her being, as a long, rough red tongue slashes sloppily over her exposed creamy skin. “Ahhhh! Ahhhh!” she gasps as her new-found lover licks her right titty again. His tongue is so incredibly hot!

She jerks in ecstasy as his third tongue-stroke washes her right nipple with hot dog-drool; the erotic sensation is so far beyond anything the buxom virgin has ever dreamed of that she feels like she’s going to explode! The big dog grins happily as he soaks the twitching girl’s massive mammaries, getting the left one too; she unconsciously arches her back, pushing them up and out so the outsize animal can reach every bit of her sensitive white gazongas. The bestial attention soon pinkens the soft white globes with her incredible sexual heat and the long sloppy strokes of his rough red lapper.

As the naked girl writhes under his talented taster, the big dog’s massive head drops down her soft belly, licking his way southwards until he can swipe his tongue through the soft dark curls covering her pink and white pussymound. Janet squeals breathlessly as his rough red tongue splits her unused pink pussy open, slurping up pussyjuice and wiping across her clit! It feels like she can count the bumps on that delightful girl-taster in its time-warped passage across the sensitive pink nubbin.

Overwhelmed by the erotic attentions of her first lover, the overheated brunette leans forward over the big dog’s broad back, shuddering on the edge of climax as her own weight mashes her silky white tits into coarse black fur, crushing her human feminine softness against his bestial male hardness. The brightness of the pool of sunlight heightens the contrast of the soft white girl pressed against the huge hard black dog pleasuring her.

Just before the thrashing teen climaxes under his relentless tongue, Brutus stops licking. As she whines in shocked disappointment, he wiggles out from under her twitching body and steps back, prancing excitedly; she pushes herself to hands and knees, shuddering as her soft creamy titties and rock-hard hot nipples brush across cold, hard gritty concrete.

His amber eyes watch the nearly creaming teen carefully as she writhes in her heat; judging the moment right, he rapidly circles behind the kneeling brunette while she grabs for him. Before she can turn around, his powerful tongue slashes up through her open cunt, laying the tender pink folds wide open with one terrific slurp, and she shudders ecstatically, rolling her hips back and spreading her knees. “Ooooh! Ooooooh! G-good b-boy! Unnnh!” she whispers.

Stepping back and judging her arousal again, the huge Rottweiler licks his chops, then springs up onto the soft white ass she’s presenting so invitingly! Janet grunts under the unexpected weight, then moans as a hot, wet, hard thing slides across her steaming pussy. Before she even thinks, the kneeling girl reaches back between her spread thighs to grasp it; as she captures the hot slick rod, she realizes she’s holding the dog’s hard cock! The mere thought sends an incredible thrill racing through her plush body; after only an instant’s hesitation, she pulls the pointed, slippery shape between the open lips of her empty pussy.

Feeling the familiar liquid heat around the tip of his stiff prick, Brutus shoves violently and Janet squeaks in sudden pain as her tight pink cherry bursts in an instant, leaving behind a rapidly vanishing pain in her crotch, a few drops of blood mingling with the dog-drool and pussy juice trickling down her shapely white thighs, and a huge, long, thick, red dog-cock sliding swiftly into her freshly opened pink love-tunnel. “Eeeeek! Oh. Oh! OH!” she whispers. “That’s… Tha’… Oooohhhh…”

The big black dog seats his stiff prick as deep as he can get into the hot, welcoming hole he’s just opened up, gliding into her tight passage until she shivers delightedly as the tip of his sheath enters her clutching cuntlips. He holds the penetration for a moment, adjusting his position to set his front feet against the front of her thighs, rough black pads and hard black claws digging lightly into soft white girl-flesh, then Janet whines as he pulls back out. A split-second later, she grunts as the big dog drives vigorously back into her, then withdraws again before she can react. Every thrust is going deeper and deeper into her willing white body, and the slick wet sounds of a hard-on thrusting deep into wet pussy echo slightly in the gloomy space, accompanied by the girl’s moans and the big beast’s panting.

The enthusiastically humping black dog clutches the plush white ex-virgin tightly as the two lovers grind together on the garage floor, spotlighted in the gloom between the hulking machines by the sunlight streaming down from high windows. Her plush white bottom jiggles and her round, dangling tits bounce energetically with every buttock-flattening thrust her canine lover pounds into her open slot; she can feel his black-furred cock-sheath rubbing through her stretched pink pussy-lips as each mighty push slams his black-furred loins into her obscenely presented white bottom.

Looking up and to her left, she can see reflections of herself and Brutus fucking vigorously in the light; the images burn themselves into her overheated, overloaded mind as she looks at her naked white body wiggling ecstatically under the huge hairy black beast that’s just popped her overripe cherry.

The image is just too much, and the humping, straining dog-toy flashes into her first orgasm in weeks, groaning and gasping quietly beneath the pounding dog, forgetting in her ecstasy that she doesn’t have to be quiet here.

Brutus grunts pleasure deep in his chest as the cumming girl’s spasming pussy clutches tightly enough at his rampaging prick to slow his jackhammer thrusts. No rottie bitch ever does that! His rumbling grunt echoes through the broad black chest pressed against the slavishly kneeling brunette’s white back, resonating through her body from her dangling, jiggling boobs to her stuffed pink pussy as Janet groans through her first deep-cunt climax, dimly astounded by its fury as she responds mindlessly to the vigorous dog-fuck. That’s her best cum ever!

As she droops beneath her first lover, gasping for breath in the aftershocks of her cum, the outsize Rottweiler covering her regains speed, making her pale flesh quiver as he drives on to his own cum. Only seconds after her orgasm, still panting for breath, the stacked teen is humping back at the big black dog, delighting in the pleasure racing through her. If she’d known fucking would feel like this, she wouldn’t have waited so long!

Her bestial lover’s panting sends hot wet breath puffing over her back, strings of doggie-drool dripping onto the submitting teen as she shudders and jiggles beneath the rutting canine. His slick red prick is swollen hugely now, and there’s some sort of bulge at the base that won’t let it slide clear out any more. It’s another delightful new sensation, even though it hurts a little as it stretches her near-virgin pussy out to its natural limits.

Then the pounding prick grows a tiny bit more, shudders inside the thrashing brunette, swells and sprays scalding-hot liquid deep into her juicy cunt! That’s all it takes, and Janet explodes into an even better cum as her canine lover thrusts so deep into her he has nearly two inches of furry black cock-sheath in her ravaged pink cunt as his thick white cum sprays her unprotected cervix, making her cum even harder as he floods her well-used pussy.

The overheated pair thrash through their shared cum together before collapsing into a heap of panting flesh. The buxom teen’s arms finally give way, and she collapses, soft white tit-globes flattening against the hard, gritty cement floor. It feels cool, almost icy, against her flushed, overheated skin as the panting black-and-brown dog stands proudly over his twitching creamy fuck-toy, raven-furred loins pressed obscenely against plush white girl-ass, stubby tail wagging happily.

Then the thoroughly fucked girl gets another surprise when Brutus gets his breath back. As she’s enjoying the feeling of a hard cock imbedded in her well-stuffed pussy, he steps his right front foot over her back. She thinks nothing of that, but then he turns further and raises his right rear leg, scraping his hind foot over her naked back and turning so he’s butt-to-butt with his human mate!

The sudden twist in her insides and the furry rub against her plush ass and the back of her soft thighs rocket the unsuspecting teen to a shockingly sudden orgasm; Brutus groans happily as she clutches his cock inside her hot pussy, enjoying the pleasure no dog-bitch gives him.

Eyes still closed, the gasping, twitching girl slumps in her subservient pose, soft warm white tits mashed on the cold hard gray floor until her bestial lover’s still-swollen cock-bulge goes down enough to release her. The cool floor feels good on her hot, swollen nipples.