Chapter 1

"Does he bite?" Tony Plumber asked nervously, when the big black Alsatian came trotting up to them.

"Oh, no--he's very friendly," Karen Blackburn assured him as she reached out to pet the dog. Tony and Karen had just entered her apartment, and the Alsatian had come down the hall to meet them. He was wagging his tail, but he still made Tony a bit wary. The hall was dimly lit, and the big brute looked like a black shadow--a black shadow with gleaming white fangs and a long, red, wet tongue.

"Good boy," Karen said, stroking the dog behind the ears.

He cocked his head and whined happily.

"Er--what's his name?" Tony inquired.

At the sound of the man's voice, the dog turned a baleful amber eye upon him and curled his black lip up, revealing his ominous fangs.

He didn't seem the sort of dog that a girl would keep strictly for company as a pet, thought Tony. He looked more like some great brute used to guard prisoners in a Nazi concentration camp or to run down and savage escaping slaves.

In fact, Karen did not keep the dog strictly as a pet--although she petted him a lot.

"Rover," she said, laughing. "Isn't that such a classic name for a doggy?"

"Yeah," Tony replied, thinking it was really an absurd name for such a savage-looking beast, but not wanting to antagonize Karen in any way--at least not before he got into her pants.

Tony was hopeful. He had just met Karen at a singles bar, and after he'd bought her a couple drinks and they had chatted for a while, she had asked him if he wanted to come back to her place. It seemed promising, obviously. Everything about the girl was promising, in fact. She was sultry and sexy, and Tony's big prick had begun to tingle and twitch at first sight. He was a handsome fellow and he was used to scoring with girls, but seldom did he get a crack at one as lovely as Karen.

Karen was tall and slender, her legs long and shapely, and her waist narrow. The slimness of her torso emphasized the size of her large, thrusting tits and the sweep of her firm-cheeked ass. She was wearing a short skirt that showed a lot of creamy thigh and a tight-fitting blouse that seemed to be molded to the contours of her heavy tits. It stood out in twin peaks where her stiff nipples jutted out from her tit-globes.

Her face was as sensual as her body. Karen had high, exotic cheekbones, green eyes that were slightly slanted and a wide slash of a mouth with a full lower lip--the sort of mouth that naturally made a man think of blowjobs.

She had long black hair, falling in heavy curls to her shoulders and flowing like spilled ink when she tossed her head in that saucy way that she had. Her voice was deep and husky and suggestive. She had told Tony that she was eighteen years old, lived alone with her doggy, and did not have a steady boyfriend.

All in all the situation seemed very promising.

Tony figured that he had struck it lucky today--although he still felt a little bit nervous about the dog.

Karen lowered her supple body onto one knee. The other knee was raised and her skirt slid even higher. She stroked the Alsatian's flanks and the dog squirmed under her caress, rubbing his head against her leg.

After a moment, she stood up again, giving Tony a sideways glance. Her gaze slid down to his crotch. Tony's cock was semi-hard by this time and a prominent bulge stood out in his pants. As her eyes moved down, Karen smiled and raised her eyebrows.

"Let's go into the front room," she suggested.

She moved on ahead. Tony followed her down the hallway, admiring the way her ass swung at every stride. Christ! he thought. This girl is eating-stuff!

And from the way his long red tongue was lolling out, the dog might have been thinking the same thing! Rover watched them go into the front room and a rumble sounded deep in his throat. His amber eyes gleamed, and he shook his head as if in his doggy fashion he was jealous. But he was a well-trained and obedient doggy. His mistress had not summoned him to accompany her and so he stayed where he was. But under his shaggy belly, his massive prick began to swell and harden!

Yeah, Rover was more than just a pet...

Karen paused beside the drink cabinet for a moment, then seemed to think better of the idea and moved on to the couch. She sat down and motioned for Tony to join her. He grinned and crossed the room, aware of the fact that his cock was almost fully erect now, and throbbing--and also aware that Karen was gazing at the big lump, her green eyes glowing like melted jade.

Tony sat down beside her, and without any hesitation, Karen twisted around and moved into his arms. They kissed, lightly at first, their lips brushing together. Then her mouth opened on his. Tony slid his tongue past her lips and she sucked on it hungrily. As if his cock was attached to his tongue, Tony's big fucker jerked and jolted as they French kissed.

He drew his tongue back and her tongue followed, probing his mouth and entwining with his tongue like serpents mating in a moist cavern.

She sighed, squirming against him. They were panting into each other's open mouth, swapping slobber, their lips grinding passionately together. She arched her slender back, pressing her tits out against his chest. Her stiff nipples burned into him in twin peaks.

Tony ran his hand up her flank, then cupped one of her fat tits, squeezing the firm globe. Karen murmured happily. Tony knew for sure that he had scored now, and he began to feel her up with both hands as they continued to kiss. He licked at her parted lips and she moaned. His hand squeezed on her tit-mound, and his fingers pulled gently at the taut tip, feeling her nipple swell as he rolled it in his fingers.

Her wet tongue shot into his mouth again, tapping at the roof and sliding into his cheeks. A trickle of saliva ran down her chin. Tony licked it up. The horny girl was so hot she seemed to be melting in his arms. He could feel her hips thrusting gently against him. He massaged her tits with his hands and slipped his thumb back and forth against the tips.

He moved one hand down onto her thigh. Her legs spread as he stroked the smooth flesh. Grinding against him, she parted her thighs, and her short skirt rode higher. Tony slid his hand up to her crotch and almost choked--Karen was not wearing any panties.

She had obviously gone to the singles bar prepared and Tony was about to benefit from that preparation. His fingers brushed her cunt. Her pussy lips were unfurled like the petals of a flower, and her open cunt was creamy with her juices. Her clit stood out like a bullet as he fingered it, and her nipples shot out even more, as if in sympathetic vibration with the throbbing nugget of her fuck button.

Tony traced along her open cuntlips, then gently slipped his middle finger up her fuckhole. Karen moaned and gasped, jerking her belly out as she worked her pussy on his hand. He tilted his head so that he could look down without moving his lips from hers and drew her skirt up above her waist.

Her crotch was a mouth-watering sight! Her pubic mound was a bushy jungle of jet-black curls, spreading in a wide triangle up from the vee of her crotch. Her pink pussy folds were streaked with cuntjuice, and her clit stood out from her creamy cunt-slit. A trickle of cuntjuice ran down her crotch and seeped into the crack of her ass. Another slimy ribbon ran down her thigh. Tony watched his middle finger push in and pull out. Her pussy-muscles were dragging on his finger, the pink lips sucking as he pushed in knuckle deep.

Slowly fingerfucking up her cunthole, he rubbed his thumb back and forth against her clit. Her loins jerked as she squirmed against him and her fuckhole felt incredibly hot.

Her hand caressed his thigh, moving higher. He shoved his hips upwards and she cupped the bulge of his groin, fingering the contours of his cock and balls through his pants. Tony gasped. He thought he might cum in his pants. Maybe Karen thought that as well, because she began to open his fly, drawing the zipper down very slowly and teasingly. She unbuckled his belt and the front of his pants spread open. He was wearing white cotton shorts and they were molded to the outline of his stiff prick, stretched around the huge, mushroom-shaped knob and drawn away from his belly by his jutting fuckrod. Encased in the white cotton, it looked like the ghost of a prick wearing a sheet and rattling the chains of his carnal desire.

Karen began to caress his cock through his shorts. A dark, damp patch spread out on the white cotton where his cockhead flared and his pisshole began to weep.

"Oooooh--" she murmured, seeing the moisture. She rubbed her thumb against the slippery patch, then traced up and down his cockshaft with her fingers.

He groaned and twitched and the fat vein that seamed the underside of his cock pulsated against her hand.

"It's--so--big--" she whimpered.

Tony tried to smile at the compliment but his facial muscles were so taut that he could only grimace with lust. He began to push three fingers up her cunthole, bunched together in a phallic bundle, and scissored them inside her fuck tunnel. She rubbed his cock and fondled his balls. His shorts were drawn out so far now that the elastic band was threatening to break. Karen slipped her fingers inside and slowly drew his shorts out over his throbbing prick, then drew them down. She tucked the elastic under his swollen balls, so that all of his formidable sex tackle was exposed.