Writer: PervasiveReads
Description: Tara visits the park every day to work on her writing. This evening something strange happens, which in turn leads to a smashing goodnight when she gets home to her boyfriend.
Tara is at the park because it is the best place in the city to watch the sunset. She loves coming out here and sitting on a bench overlooking the large lake. The way the last rays of the sun bounce along the water is almost magical and relaxing after a long day at the office. The flow of the wind through the trees and flowers make her think of little dancing fairies running and playing in the place, over hills and through patches of underbrush, like a game of hide-and-seek.
The bench, which sits on a trail that leads to the lake, is roughly a mile from the parking lot, and just off to the side. It is autumn here and the park has put on it colors of oranges, yellows and reds. It's all very pretty, perhaps the only time of year that it is nice not to see green, before everything turns brown and looks dead. One passion of Tara's, and the one place that she can do it is here. And this place should be inspiring to her, very inspiring. Instead, she finds that every golden leaf and every lavender flower reminds her of him.
So, instead of using her notepad to write a story, a book, a novel, all she can do is fantasize about the things she would do if he were her now. These times where her imagination runs wild she thinks would make great stories. Yet she fears that people won't read them or like them. She knows there are people out there that do, but she never sees them comment or give feedback. If someone does it's anonymous and then she feels that it doesn't really mean anything. These coppices of tree are thick and deep. If he was here with her, Tara would lead him by the hand into them. They only have to walk a relatively short distance before they would be out of sight of the trail.
At the moment the thought finishes, Tara feels a hand on her shoulder. "Don't worry," he says, walking around her front before taking her beautiful face in his hands. "I trust your words." He is dark brown, almost black. In his naked beauty, his overtly black cock sticks out, pointed at her, taunting her to take it. At the base is a severely big knot, and beneath an incredibly large sack, holding cum filled balls. Miles is the sexiest dog she has ever laid eyes upon.
She stands up and kisses him, feeling Miles against her body. His hands grip the lapels of her coat. The crisp fall wind plays wildly through his fur. She strokes his large, pointed ears atop his head, kissing him until all thoughts of her boyfriend at home waiting for her, along with the rest of the world are gone. They break the kiss and sigh into each other's mouths. They laugh when a butterfly flits between them. One more peck on the mouth and then a devilish grin spreads across his face. Tara trembles with a sudden burst of anticipation. He slides her coat off her shoulders. "Take it off, Darling," he commands.
Miles helps her with the buttons of her blouse. Tara lets it fall to the wooded floor. She unhooks her bra and drops it too to the ground. She is magnificent, as are her breasts. They are full and free now. Her nipples are already hardening in the chilly air, or is it arousal? Miles cannot help to wag his short, almost stub tail back and forth in excitement. He sees her shiver through her body.
"Get your panties off," he says as he pulls up the hem of her skirt with one hand while caressing her breast with the other.
Tara reaches under her skirt and grabs the waistband of her panties. She yanks them urgently to her ankles before she steps out of them. Miles drops her skirt. Then he returns to her breasts, warming both with his two hands. He grabs her nipples and pulls her into another deep, soft kiss. He presses his rather large and thick, black prick against her mound to let her know just how hot she has made him. He twists and tweaks and rubs her nubs until she is moaning into his mouth. He leaves her sexy lips to nibble at her earlobe.
"I want to suck your dick," she breathes heavily.
"Do it," the anthro dog whispers right back. "Suck me then." He kisses her throat, running his hands down her sides.
Tara falls to her knees, not wasting anymore time. She nuzzles against his throbbing mass of dog meat with her cheek. She drags her fingernails down the front of his furry thighs. She kisses every inch on his lengthy cock before reaching the knot at the base of it. She kisses back up and then back down until he moans and gives her a little thrust against her pretty face. The woman giggles and brings her talented fingers to trace along the tapered tip. He moans when she grips him, stroking him ever so casually.
The autumn air is quickly forgotten as she takes him slowly into her warm, wet mouth. He cannot recall a more pleasant or happy sensation, and neither can she. Tara's lips slide up and down his shaft. It is an amazing feeling having a lengthy and meaty dog cock in her mouth. Miles rests his hands lightly on her head—not to guide her but to share in her thrusts. He strokes her hair, and he tells her what a wonderful job she is doing. He tells her that he has been waiting for her to bring him to life from her imagination. He tells her that her want for him—her need for him—is what did it. He tells her that he loves her. He says all this between his grunts of pleasure.
Tara already knows all of this. These are the words that she has run through her head many, many times. They are the words that she wishes she could put to paper. If only Nate could share in this. If only he could experience it as she does.
Miles pulls her to her feet. He backs her forcefully against a sturdy tree. The bark is a little rough just as his bark is worse than his bite. Miles admires the view for a moment before taking her in his arms for another long kiss. His tapered member presses against her mound through her skirt. Tara feels it throbbing against her box. His hands find her breasts and he strokes and teases them. She teases right back, dragging her fingernails over his ass, through his fur on either side of his near stub tail. It's just too bad she cannot leave her mark. She would if she could. Miles' mouth muscle dances with hers as their lips caress one another. The wind blows a cloud of yellow leaves through the air around them. It is almost like snow falling in winter. Right now this is heaven. They are in heaven.
Miles looks deep into her eyes. Tara takes a deep breath and gives a cute, little gulp. She feels him in her arms. She feels him pressed against her. His hardness is tight against her softness. She is looking straight at him, and yet she feels that this isn't real at all. No, it is surreal. He is here, he has to be, she argues with her the logical part of her mind. He pushes his cock against her, breaking her from her thoughts and the internal conflict of her mind. He runs a hand gently over her breasts. He rubs his fingers over her nipples. He runs them down her belly. Then lifting the waistband of her skirt, he strokes through her bush. When her hands go to his muscular chest and taut belly, he says, "Put your hands behind the tree." He steps back to let her see him.
Tara reaches around behind the tree and there she finds that it is not at all very wide. She stretches her arms behind her, finding that the tree is quite sturdy while not being too thick. It is an easy stretch, nothing that makes her uncomfortable in the least. Miles kicks her legs open, and she scoots down the trunk a little bit. She leans back against the sturdy tree for support. The gorgeous man-like dog walks around the tree to the other side. Suddenly, as if out of nowhere—which is the best explanation—he has a long piece of silk. He runs it over her hands. He kisses her palms and fingers. Then he wraps the new length of material around her wrists to secure them tightly behind her back. He stands up and backs away to gaze at her for a moment, letting the anticipation build. He walks around the tree and stands before the woman, showing her just how hard she has made him. He watches her chest rise and fall with her passion.
"Take me," she pants.
Miles smiles. He falls to his knees at her feet. He inches her skirt up her legs, gasping with delight as he uncovers her bush. He looks closely to see a drop of wetness collecting between her folds. The aroma of her delicious pussy mixes with the fresh scents of the woods surrounding them with a wholesome and natural smell. And being a dog only enhances these smells, providing him with a wealth of information, including the fact that this need within her to have him is beyond even her level of comprehension.
He leans in to kiss her mound. He runs his long, rough licker through her bush and then down her thigh. He plants kisses on the insides of both thighs. Then abruptly, he licks her box from bottom to top. Tara squeals with delight. She hunches her hips toward his snout, eager for more. And he does not disappoint her. His tongue works between her damp folds. She gives into her desire. Her pussy swells to meet him. Her clit is erect, bulging and just begging for attention. Miles brings a hand down over her bush and pulls her hood back with two fingers. Her clit is pulsing and hard. Each beat of her heart is shown in the little bud. He wets his mouth muscle and licks up one side of her clit and then down the other side of it.
"Come on, boy…" she begs, frustrated at his teasing. Yet her begging only makes him tease her more.
Miles flutters his licker across her folds before driving it deep inside her. He works it around until he is certain that he has licked every possible inch of her snatch. He licks a finger and slips it between those engorged folds that are like door to an even higher plane of the heaven they are on now. He massages the parts of her cunt that not even his long dog tongue can reach. He plants wet, quick little kisses on the tip of her clit, making her jump and squeal. She is gushing wet now. His digit can easily slide in and out and around and around to look for those tiny spots that make her scream. He finally gives her what she wants. He takes her clit between his lips to give it a nice, wet kiss, He lets his tongue play over it in time with his probing finger. Tara is moaning in good rhythm now. The sound of her voice without words is making him crazy.
The dog stands up. He approaches her and places his solid black member between her cunt lips. The woman's eyes sparkle with lust. He simply smiles and kisses her. His mouth is still so very wet from her pussy too. And as their tongues meet once more, he thrusts into her. The tip of his tapered prick inches into her tight twat. She lifts a leg to wrap it around his ass, allowing for a much better angle. Miles reaches down with his hand to hold her leg, helping her out in any way he can. He thrusts farther into her. She is tight, of course, yet very wet. Her cunt lips stretch around his massive erection. It feels so good to the both of them. Within just a matter of moments he is there. He is all the way in, pressed tightly to the woman, his knot leaning hard against her entrance. Her hair mingles with his fur, together as if it was always meant to be this way.
Miles grips the tree as he continues to kiss her. They start fucking. It is primal, animalistic even. He hammers her as fast as he can, but this position requires steady thrusting. He teases her nipples with his fingers. He teases her mind by asking if it feels good. Tara can only moan her answer. Forming words requires too much thought, and all her focus is on what is between her legs right now. He licks and kisses and nips at her neck, ears and lips. She has something to tell him though.
"Shh…" she whispers urgently. "I think I can see someone on the trail." Her pussy grips him suddenly, yet he keeps fucking her. "Keep going, " she says, running a hand through his fur.
"Don't you make a sound then," he says with a low growl.
Tara grunts, biting her lip. She relaxes back into the fucking. He picks up the pace as he slides a finger between them to flick her clit. Her eyes roll back into her head. It's too much. She wants so much to scream and beg for his cum. She lets out a loud gasp, then she catches herself. He is pounding her hard now, and it's even harder for her to keep quiet.
"Fuck…" she whispers, much louder than she wants to. Tara tries to keep from gasping and moaning, but she cannot stop it.
"You need to cum, don't you?" Miles teases.
"Yes, I need it," she replies heavily.
"Those people on the trail might hear you if I let you cum," he warns.
"Oh, fuck…"
"Do you think you can be quiet when you cum?" he asks.
"No," the woman admits truthfully. "But I want to cum. Please let me cum."
"Just hang on," he offers. "It looks like they may move away soon."
"Fuck me!" she demands with a high whisper, and it is a bit too loud for her own comfort.
Nonetheless, Miles' finger goes to work on her clit, flicking it back and forth as his member grinds in and out of her pussy. He is so close himself. He can feel her cunt pulsing around him. Her juices are running voraciously down his furry thighs and her smooth as silk legs. Tara is having an insurmountable time holding back.
"Almost possible," the dog whispers, loving the sight of her struggling with her passion. "Hang on just a little more."
Tara is holding herself on the edge of bliss. It is so easy just to slip over that ledge, but then those people on the trail will hear her screams of ecstasy. She cannot see them, but in her mind she pictures them standing on the trail, cameras at the ready to see a woman and a human-sized dog fucking. If they hear her, they will come running up, snapping picture of her nude body. She doesn't know if she is afraid of such a thing or excited by the thought of it. Right now, it is too much to bare. "I'm going to cum," she says, so ready to just give in.
"Almost…" he promises. "Just a little more time."
"Oh fuck, no…"
"They're gone," he announces. "Let it out. Cum right now."
"Oh, yes!" Tara really lets herself go, flinging herself right over that edge and into he abyss. Her twat flutters with the unbelievable pleasure. Her body convulses and thrust back at the dog's relentless black member. She screams his name. She grunts loudly with each heavenly contraction.
"That's it," he urges. "Let it go. Here you go. Nice and big. Fuck it. Keep cumming. That's good. Here I go too."
Miles feels her pussy gripping him. He thrusts in one last time, easily driving his knot right past all her barriers. Then he lets himself go. His knees tremble and his arms stiffen. He looks deep into her eyes and lets the feeling build for a moment before it bursts through his tapered cock, through his body, through his soul. He growls along with her. He fucks his twitching, spurting member into her quick stroke because that is all he can do with his knot lodged so snugly within her box.
Their orgasms ebb, Tara's first and then eventually Miles' They fall into a gentle kiss. The cool fall air intrudes once again. He slips his damp, softening cock out of her soaked snatch. He reaches around the tree to untie her arms. She wraps them around the dog, stretching them out as they kiss while feeling some on him slipping out of her twat and down her thighs. She knows that she is going to lose some, but she also knows how to keep a lot of it in. She scoops up her panties and finds herself suddenly all alone.
With a heavy sigh, Tara dresses and goes without panties. She stuffs these in her pocket and begins the short journey back. It was real, she knows it. It has to be because she can still feel his cum seeping from between her thighs. She leaves only the aroma of their love-making behind to tell the tale of what took place there. She strides down the trail, knowing it did happen, knowing the passion that was shared there.
-
"You're coming home late tonight," Nate, her boyfriend, laughs as he closes the door behind her.
"And you're staring at my tits," she counters.
"Am I not allowed?" he asks. "Besides, they are rather large and only just in your shirt. You're missing your bra."
Tara laughs. In her daze she seems to have forgotten o put her bra back on. She laughs again as she pulls open her shirt to reveal her slightly sheened twin globes of flesh. "They seem rather swollen." She giggles and shakes her wobbling breasts at him, looking down and admiring them for herself. She is overly giddy about what happened this evening. It is all she thought about on the way home. And she knows it happened because she is still seeping his cum from her twat.
"You seem unsteady," her boyfriend say with concern. "Want to sit down before you fall down?"
"I would love to sit down," she admits. "Though I rather not the couch."
Nate can see that the woman is aroused. Tonight she seems even more so than normal. "Look Babe, let's get you into the lounger and get off your shoes."
It becomes obvious very quickly that she is in no mood to be told what to do right now. She leans forward and kisses him wetly on the mouth. "I've been quite the naughty girl tonight. I had something strange and wonderful happen this evening."
"Did you now?" he laughs. "Did you finish your book?"
She shakes her head and sighs as she recalls the memories of the all too brief encounter. "It was better than that. I got fucked. He was large and black," she whispers. "Well, he war a dark brown, almost black. But his cock was definitely black, solid as a black hole. He was all on me as if he owned me."
"And you didn't stop him?" Nate asks with a smile, which turns into a return kiss as she continues to kiss him and force him against the hallway wall.
"Even if I wanted to say no, I doubt it would have mattered," she confesses. "And I didn't want to say no."
"That's wonderful," he says in between the hot kisses.
"What?" she moans.
"It's wonderful," he repeats.
"So…you don't mind the fact that I was fucked?" she says between using his mouth as a mashing tool.
"Absolutely not," he answers in the same breathless way as they kiss passionately. He is getting more than excited at the thought of her being unfaithful and letting herself be fucked by someone else."
She suddenly stops kissing the man. She places her hands on the wall on either side of his head, forcing herself away from his hot kisses. Nate lets his head rest on the wall and looks at her in the eyes. She seems to have come out of her lust crazed daze a bit. "And what if I had let him cum in me and then come home with a cunt full of his cum?" she asks, a little glint in her eyes.
"Did you?" he asks, chuckling a little, though he desperately doesn't want her to lose the mood. Plus, he hopes that what she is saying is actually real as he kisses her up and down her neck.
"Well, I had no choice," she explains, seemingly intent on getting his attention to the fact that she was unfaithful. "Well, I had a choice, but I didn't bother with decision."
"Babe, I wouldn't doubt that you have guys staring at you all the time. You're fucking hot, and the clothes you wear to work make you hotter. I know that you're always arguing against that, but it's true." He smiles.
"You're not at all jealous?" she smiles at him.
"Look who you come home to," he answers. "Besides, I would have you fucked senseless while I watch any night. In fact I'd do it every night of the fucking week even." It is now his turn to take the lead. He grabs her arms and spins her around to face the wall. He draws in close behind her. There he grinds his steely erection into her ass as she gasps at eh quickness of the maneuver. Grasping her elbows, he raises her arms high up above her head while squashing her breasts into the wall. Gripping her wrists in one hand, Nate lets his free hand drop below her skirt, at the hem line, to draw a finger up her thigh to the bottom of her box.
She moans and allows her thighs to open slightly. Her ass tenses as he lingers between it and her snatch. He teases her with a fingernail before moving upward to insert the very end of his digit into her sopping folds. Again she moans as he pushes a finger into her cunt. "Yes…just like that," she sighs. He continues to finger her wet twat. "Fuck, that's what he did," she moans, eyes tightly pressed shut as she recalls the fresh memory.
"Was it good?" Nate asks, keeping up the fingering of her cunt.
"Fuck yes, it was good," she purrs. "Only he had me back against a tree, arms tied behind it. I looked into his eyes as he shoved two finger in and out of my pussy." She sighs remembering the experience all too well as if it happened only a few minutes ago. "There were even people on trail, which threatened to catch us in the act. I was scared, but I also hoped to be caught."
"But they didn't, did they?" he teases.
"No…" she moans. "But when they left he kept going."
"And?" he urges as he continues to finger her.
"He fucked me hard until I climaxed," she keeps going. He shoved his hard dick into my unfaithful cunt. He plunged in and out, in and out…until his knot shoved through. And then he filled me with his cum. I screamed as the orgasm hit me, making me shutter on his black rod. He pumped rope after rope into my unprotected womb." She is panting hard as her boyfriend rams two fingers into her cum filled cunt.
"Knot, you say?", he pants at the effort of ramming her hard with his soaking wet hand.
"Yes…" she shutters again at the thought. "He is my imaginary character. A dog…an anthro dog with a big, black dick…"
"So he filled you full of cum, did he?"
"Yes…as full as he could," she gasps as an orgasm rips through her.
"Well, we better clean it out of you then, shouldn't we?" he offers, though it sound more like a demand than an offer.
"Yes, I might be pregnant with his puppies," she warns.
"Then lets get you cleaned up." He pulls down her skirt. Turning to look toward the living room, he calls, "Miles! Here boy." Turning his attention back to her, he says, "Now spread those legs, Babe." "Stay like that," he says, letting go of her wrists. Obediently, she doesn't move once as their dog pads into view. "Your bitch needs cleaning up." Miles sniff the air. It is full of the smell of sex and cum. He tilts his head, looking at Tara. Nate points at his girlfriend and commands, "Clean her up."
Immediately, the dog goes to her snatch and licks it thoroughly. Tara goes wild, screaming into her arm to avoid letting the neighbors hear her. Many minutes late of being cleaned up by Miles, she is sobbing to be fucked.
"On your knees then," Nate orders.
Miles backs away as the cock hungry woman drops to her knees. The dog is sporting a very large, back erection. She thrusts her ass up, just begging to be fucked. "Will one of you please get behind me and fuck my pussy?"
"Miles, old boy," the man says with a laugh. "I think it's your turn."
The dog is ever the eager helper. He mounts her back. His strong forepaws wrap around her waist in the hopes of gaining control of her. His black, thickly veined and tapered tipped prick bounces comically between his hind legs. He lunges forward, spearing her box in one go.
"Fucking shit!" she screams as the dog's large rod rams into her. His pace is electrifying as he pound away at the woman's twat. She is pushes forward toward the door. He pounds at her and the noise of their fucking is bringing the man to a free-handed ejaculation. He blast his pants as he watches them fuck. The dog is giving the woman's cunt one hell of a jack hammering action. To top it off, Tara is pushing back in an attempt to get all of his cock in her, including the knot!
"Fuck…fuck…fuck…" she pants, urging him on. "Come on, Miles. Fuck me, baby."
Nate stands there watching as she allows their dog to mount and fuck her. It isn't the first, and it certainly isn't going to be the last. He leaves her to be fucked as he well knows that it is going to be some time before they knot, and then longer as she has to wait for the dog to deflate. Sitting in the lounger in the living room with a beer and looking into the hall, he watches them fuck. Tara is arched at such an angle as she pushing onto the dog's prick. Miles bites her neck to keep her still as he impregnates her with his seed. Both are panting. Both are totally aroused. He pounds her cunt, and she urges him on. The carpet is wet with her girl cum. Her top is wet with his spittle as they fuck nonstop.
A second erection begins to rise as Miles' efforts are rewarded with orgasm after orgasm that shudders through Tara. Nate goes in quietly and watches them from underneath. The dog's knot is bumping er clit. Their fucking is loud and wet. Her pussy is foaming as she is rammed fast and hard. Tara moans and groans as she is fucked utterly senseless. The man squirms under them with his face just mere inches away from the sordid action. His manhood is waving in his girlfriend's face, but she is not in any way going to get the chance to suck it until she is tied with eh dog. So he contents himself to licking at her for now as the dog rams himself home.
After sometime, Miles' knot is at its largest. He changes rhythm slightly and starts to whimper. This is his sign that he has to finally ejaculate. One, hard and slow push has the woman's cunt lips parting. The knot agonizingly pushes past them. She moans in delicious pain as it slides in. Tied together now, the dog slows his fucking to a tempo. And it is now that she can concentrate on her boyfriend's cock. Nate continues to lick away at the joining while she begins to suck his prick. Eventually, Miles stops fucking her, and just simply lays across her back. Then lifting his hind leg, he twists so that they are finally ass to ass. He is pumping her womb full of his steaming hot seed. Tara sucks at her boyfriend's cock until he too in pumping away, but at her throat. He fills her full of cum, which she greedily swallows right down.
"Mmm…" she sighs. "I'm so full of both my boys' cum." She squirms on the dog's cock, making sure that it is all in, knot and all. "You go get cleaned up," she says with a smile. "Miles is going to be in me for a while yet." She leans back and pats the dog's ass, letting him know that there is no rush and that he can continue to use her womb as a depository until he is finished.
Nates stands up and walks down the hallway to the bathroom door. He stops before going in to look back down the hall to the two lovers. Tara is kneeling and resting her head on her arms comfortably. Her naked ass is in the air, her top is scrunches up over her dangling breasts. Miles is intermitting small whimpers as he continues to pump rope after rope of dog cum into the woman's twat. He is going to be there for some time, filing her womb before resting until his knot shrinks back down to some form of normalcy before his simply pulls out.
Tara will stay in this position while Nate pushes a towel under her as she leaks his seed. Then the dog will spend time licking her snatch clean and getting her off yet again before spending more time cleaning himself.
Tara likes being fucked.
Nate likes seeing her being fucked.
They have a friend who helps them out.
Tara has one hell of an imagination. This evening's events may have been real, or they were not. Regardless, Tara visits the park every day after work before going home to get fucked. She will just have to see tomorrow what is real and what's not.