Chapter 7

"Are you OK, Kitten? Do you mind living alone?"

"No Dad. It's kind of fun." Mabel was lying naked beside her equally naked father after their weekly sex session. She felt comfortably relaxed. It had been almost a month now. A month of letting her pet screw her every second day. The first few times she'd told herself she wouldn't do it again but she'd finally succumbed to the delightful pleasure of the dog's extended ploughing of her cuntal furrow. Why should she have to stop? She loved it and there was no doubt that her pet did also.

Being fucked by her gentle and considerate father was much different than the panting, slobbering assault of her pet with his massive, high-speed tool. She didn't have the same exhausted feeling she got from Pal's frantic fucking and she wasn't sure which she'd choose if she had to make a choice. Should she tell her Dad what she was doing? No, she decided as she lolled languorously beside the man. He was open-minded but maybe that would be too much for him to understand.

That night, even though she felt content and well fucked after her father's skillful lovemaking, Mabel decided it was time for something different. She had never let her pet have her in the way that was most natural for him. She wasn't sure why. Maybe it was the memory of seeing a dog fucking another dog, seeing the bitch being held down and dominated by the bigger male. Yet tonight she had an overpowering urge to kneel down and let her loving pet mount her from behind.

Mabel made her preparations carefully, almost as if she was getting ready to seduce him. She placed several towels on the carpet in the little living room and set up the portable, full-length mirror that was normally beside her dresser so she could watch herself being fucked this way. Then after taking off all her clothes she lay down on the towel-covered carpet beside the mirror and called her pet to join her.

Pal was a big, strong dog but delightfully docile. At least he was docile each time Mabel began to arouse him. By the time she had him ready to mount her she knew that his docility would disappear in the fog of doggy libido. He was affectionate and tonight as usual when they were both sprawled on the floor his hot, wet tongue was busy. While she gently titillated the sheath that hid his lovely dog cock he licked her face and her naked breasts. One night she'd slathered some ice cream (which he loved) on her pussy but the roughness of his tongue was unpleasant so, since then, she only offered her cunt to him after he had fucked her. That was delightful because he would shove his long, flexible appendage right up into her sloppy, cum-filled vagina and sometimes even after her extended orgasms from his seemingly endless fucking of her cunt she would cum again.

Pal lapped contentedly at his wonderful Mistress's smooth, warm flesh. He seemed to understand that he was making her happy this way and he uttered little satisfied whines and whimpers. Her gentle touch was rousing memories of pleasure and soon his long doggy cock was completely out of its sheath and he was beginning to hump in the warm enclosure of her hand.

This was going to be more difficult than doing it on the chair Mabel knew but she wanted to find out what doggy style would be like with a dog. Sometimes her father fucked her that way and as long as he fingered her clit while he was doing it she really enjoyed it. Of course she enjoyed it in every position.

The dog was getting anxious. His doggy brain sensed that his Mistress was doing something different as she knelt on the floor, her naked bottom raised. What was she doing? He uttered a whimper of doggy frustration when her warm hand released his throbbing tool. Then he sort of scrambled as she tugged at him, bringing him around behind as she grabbed his forelegs.

As soon as she had her pet behind her he seemed to get the idea. This was more natural for him anyway but she quickly reached back between her legs to again grasp that wonderful, long dog cock. She didn't want him to ram that hard bone anywhere but its (or her) intended target.

The dog sort of settled down when the girl's hand was again holding his throbbing tool but he was not exactly docile any more. Mabel looked down between her legs as she guided the pink shaft to her swollen cunt slit. It was weird, seeing the dog's hind legs as he stood behind her and the long projection jutting out from its sheath. She directed the thick tip to the crevice that parted her cuntlips, which she could see bulging out below the juncture of her wide spaced thighs. As soon as the cock touched the hot softness of her cunt she lost control of her pet.

This was the way to do it. Millennia of canine knowledge and instinct took over and Pal buried the full length of his cock in the kneeling girl with a sudden, fierce thrust. Mabel's breath left her in a hot outrush as she felt the thick, hard spear penetrate her to a depth she had not previously known. She attempted to grasp the plunging weapon but to no avail and the dog drove into her with jackhammer rapidity.

As her loving and lusty pet pounded against her ass and rapidly reamed her tingling vagina the eighteen-year-old girl realized that this time Pal was not going to be denied. He was ramming his cock all the way into her, all the way to its base and she could feel his muscular loins stiffen and contract against the backs of her thighs. Looking sideways she saw their image in the mirror, the big, strong dog mounted over her nakedly spread ass, his tail wagging excitedly as his haunches jolted her with his rapid thrusts.

Pal's forelegs gripped his Mistress around her waist, pulling him into her as he felt the heat blossoming in his doggy loins. His tail stopped wagging and sharp yips sounded from him and Mabel couldn't hold the hard, rapidly thrusting dog cock. His claws scratched at the carpet, seeking a toehold and he buried his majestic fuckpole completely inside his Mistress's hot cunt. For the young dog it was undoubtedly a wonderful experience. He was for the first time enclosed completely, the way it ought to be.

Mabel too felt something for the first time. She felt the knot swell and expand inside the mouth of her cunt. She felt the distending, stretching sensations as her pet's knot inflated inside her. It was a blend of pain and exquisite pleasure as the bulging cock-ball frictioned the nerve-ends of her portal, touching places that her Dad's cock had never exposed. She felt full, impossibly full.

Pal's tail hung down now and her lust-dimmed eyes saw the reflection in the mirror of his muscular legs straining to get his cock in deeper even though it was already in her all the way.

The girl reached back to where her puppy's tail was hanging stiff and motionless and then his rump flattened and he went suddenly still. At least his outer body became still. The part of his body that was inside her, welded to her tightly clinging cuntflesh, began to pulse as the pumping started. Pulse... Squirt... Pulse... Squirt... Pulse... Squirt was happening inside her juicy channel.

Oh God! She was cumming! Mabel's gasps and moans blended with her pet's short, sharp cries and she pulled at his haunches, the feel of his bristly hair covering adding to the sensuality of the moment.

Weakened by her dog's virile assault and the gut-wrenching convulsions that engulfed her lower body, Mabel lowered her shoulders and rested her cheek on the carpet. As his Mistress moved slightly away from him it was as if the dog thought she was trying to escape. His forelegs gripped her tighter and he began to thrust like the piston of a runaway train. Tied to her as he was his thrusts were short, his withdrawal constrained by the knot that locked him inside her and the resultant tugging and drawing of her sensitive cuntflesh added to the blissful sensations the dog-fucked girl was experiencing.

Mabel's only world now was the blood rushing in her ears, her body swaying underneath her pet's frantic, short and then it all exploded in a powerful orgasm as Pal's hot seed boiled into her. Her legs wobbled under his weight and she moaned as the pleasure filled her, feeling her arms and legs quivering as another orgasm began to build. His hot tongue was lapping the back of her neck as again his outer body became still but the cunt-filling dog cock continued to pump and spurt. Mabel's strong, flexible, vaginal muscles squeezed him, urging him, beginning to ripple and pulse, her climax building all over again. He rocked faster, whining as the pressure built up inside of him. A part of the girl's mind whirled in the novelty of his large penis pushing and pulling her pussy and she pushed back at him.

The teenaged girl passed out for a moment but as she regained consciousness, she was aware of the continuing movement of her pet's deeply buried penis as it pulsed and pumped his hot gism into the flooded depths of her body. Looking again at the image in the mirror she got a perverse thrill. She was his bitch. And he was satisfying her, as she'd never been satisfied before. His haunches weren't moving now but it didn't matter. That wonderful, big cock-ball was filling her, stretching her, still pulsing within her. It went on and on.

Her father was good but he'd never been able to keep her filled, fucked the way Pal was doing. And never for so long. His hairy chest pressed heavily on her lower back, moving with his laboured breathing while his deeply buried, big dog cock kept titillating her sensitive inner flesh and she savoured the lewd ecstasy of every minute.

Mabel finally collapsed on her stomach, her arms and legs wonderfully lethargic at the savage fucking she had just enjoyed and, as his knot deflated, Pal withdrew from his Mistress's delightful passage.

Feeling bloated from the volume of doggy cum that Pal had pumped into her the girl uttered a sigh of satiation and rolled over on her back. The white, watery gism gushed from her still distended cuntlips and her pet whined contentedly as his long tongue began the cleanup. Mabel thought that she was totally finished but as her pet's flexible oral appendage snaked into her cunt, probing and licking the sensitive inner walls her cuntmouth the convulsions started again. In moments she was holding his head as she arched up to the titillating delight of his intimately caressing tongue.

OhmyGod. It was starting again. The hot tingles became waves and she writhed nakedly on the floor. Pal's tool had shrunk almost completely back into its sheath but as her dog's tongue continued its intimate exploration of her knot-stretched portal she wondered if he could do it again. Or if she could take it again. And then the telephone rang.

"Hi Kitten. Did I wake you?"

"No Daddy, but I was just ready to go to bed."

"Uh... Your Mom had to go away tonight and... like... I wondered if I could come over for a while?"

"Sure Daddy... but I'm kind of tired?" And she was tired but her bruised, thoroughly fucked pussy was tingling from the teasing of pal's tongue. Would her father be able to tell the difference? She got shakily to her feet and as she stood a trickle of puppy juice flowed out of her cunt. Her dog was lying there, as sated as she and she pulled him to his feet, drawing him close. He got the idea and in a moment his tongue was again digging into her sodden slot as he cleaned out his juice.

It was only a few minutes until the doorbell rang, a few minutes that Mabel spent standing with her legs apart while her pet's tongue aroused her. Still completely naked she answered the door.

"I need a shower, Daddy. Are you going to have one too?"

It wasn't the first time they'd showered together and one of her gifts from him when she moved into her own place was a pulsating shower head like the one at her former home. Mike applied the jet to his daughter's pussy while he kissed her soft lips, enjoying the hot gusts of her breath into his mouth as he teased her sensitive pussy.

Perhaps it was the novelty or maybe it was just that the eighteen-year-old girl had a highly developed libido or maybe it was both. Whatever the reason, Mabel did not feel like she'd been almost fucked to death today even though she'd had an extended session with her father and then a marathon screw with her dog. But she wanted more.