Chapter 29

“Hmm, you like that pussy, don’t you?” she asks, breathlessly watching Alan lying between her legs.

“Yes,” he whispers as he tentatively flicks his tongue across her swollen clit.

“Then show me.” Reaching down, she grabs his hair. “Don’t tease it. Lick it.”

The man’s reply becomes a muffled yelp when she lifts her hips, shoving her pussy into his face while holding his head still.

“That’s it,” she moans as his tongue starts working against her swollen flesh. “Suck my pussy. Look at you licking your pet’s pussy.”

“While Cathleen gets fucked by Bruno,” he says, pulling away long enough to say so and look toward the woman and the large dog driving mercilessly into her from behind.

“Most definitely,” Sandy says, licking her lips at the sight of Bruno’s thick, red cock driving in and out, “Shove that dick in that tight, little pussy.”

Cathleen squeals as the big, male dog eases his sizable cock into her cunt. Her squeals turn into yelps when she begins to feel the knot banging against her entrance. She is squirming. Feeling a rush coursing through her, Sandy lifts her legs and drapes them across Alan’s back, crossing her ankles and pinning his face to her yearning twat.

“Take that dick,” Sandy moans. “You know you love dog dick. And you,” she says, looking down at the man. “Make me cum for you.”

Alan attacks her pussy with a vengeance. Sandy moans loudly as his mouth muscle swirls across her clit. Her hips rock into his face.

“There you go, Bruno,” Sandy calls out. “Fuck her. Make her cum for us.”

Bruno is panting heavily. It is clear the large dog is getting close. Alan cannot wait for it. Cathleen has wanted this for so long. Bruno will knot her, he would get Sandy to climax and then he will finally fuck his pet. Sandy gasps, feeling her orgasm beginning to race through her. Bruno is still giving it to Cathleen good and her yelps of pleasure send Sandy over the edge. She tosses her head back and howls out in ecstasy as she climaxes hard onto Alan’s face.

A low growl emits from Bruno’s throat as he slams one last time home. That growl is follow by a high pitched cry. His knot crashes through the woman’s barrier and locks in place. Thick, white cum splatters her womb. Sandy releases a long howl again as she climaxes again. Then she lets her legs drop from Alan’s back.

She moves away from the man and sits up on her knees. “My turn,” she says with a grin.

Alan wakes with a starts and lies there waiting for his heart to stop pounding. Despite the cool air, he is sweating and. He wipes the dampness from his forehead. He suppresses a groan and flips the covers down past his torso to cool off. He stretches his arms over his head, arching his back. Turning his head, Alan sees her lying on her back, sleeping soundly. The sight of her body arouses him. Her breasts are sitting flat. Her rose colored nipples are as hard as his cock. She may not be the Sandy of his dream—and that was strange enough—but she will do.

The sheet is thrown back enough to see her hips, which have plenty to grab on to, plenty for a big, male dog to secure himself to drive his big, red cock into her just like in his dream. Alan pushes the sheet further down, opening her legs to take in the sight of her soft thighs. If he were to pick one word to describe Cathleen’s body he would use the word luscious. She is toned with curves in all the right places. She is as much a dream as Debbie is, as Judy was. He starts caressing the inside of one of those creamy thighs. The edge of his hand brushes her smooth snatch, wishing to find signs of his imaginary Bruno’s cum dried there. Cathleen lets out a sharp breath at the contact. She gasps as his hand catches her pussy. He rubs her clit, thinking of his dream.

He imagines her moaning as Bruno drives into her. Then he stops when she rolls over onto her side. “Good morning,” Cathleen says. “I was planning to wake up first.”

“Oh?” Alan says, lifting an eyebrow.

“Yes, I had an amazing dream,” she says.

“Me too,” he says, smiling.

“Did yours involve a big dog named Bruno?”

That smile on his face gets even bigger. “That’s strange, and I’m not going to ask how it’s possible. But I like it.”

“And I liked what was happening in the dream,” she gasps. “Bruno was fucking me while I sucked your dick...”

“Wait ... wait,” he interrupts grinning. “Who was all there?”

A coy smile touches her lips. “It was me and you and Bruno.” When his smile drops, she asks, “Was it different in your dream?”

Alan is about to say yes, but instead he smiles and shakes his head. “I was interested in that blowjob. Like maybe making it a reality instead of a dream?”

With a smile, Cathleen quickly bend over and places her hands on his belly, scoops up his cock in her mouth and starts sucking him hard and fast. Alan’s hips jerk and Cathleen’s eyes roll as his erection is shoved deeper into her mouth. “Damn,” he gasps. “I already know I’m going to be in trouble.”

She pops him from her mouth and asks, “Are you complaining?”

“Not at all,” he laughs as his hand caresses her back up to her hair to run through it. “Please continue.” He smiles, knowing how good he has got it. The week flew by fairly quickly with Debbie. He plans to return to work after the weekend. But for now he has Cathleen and tonight he is supposed to meet her friend.