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Fun with Bolt & Penny 14: Good Girl By Tempo

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From the loft window, Penny could see into the kitchen. In the kitchen, she could see the landline. And picking up the handset of the landline was her mother.

Perfect. Mom would be talking forever. The young woman turned her attention back to the spread-eagled canine on the futon and rubbed her boy's dribbling tip against her swollen, tender lips.

"You ready, buddy?"

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Mom settled onto the sofa, phone cradled against her shoulder. "That's wonderful to hear, Suzy."

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With a giggle that turned into a moan, Penny lowered herself onto him, pressing him deep into her liquid warmth, her bounces building to a vigorous rhythm as her eyes smiled down at him, her copper hair run dark with sweat. "You like what we're doing, buddy?" A few breathless bounces. "Uuuummmm... Me too..."

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"That's it exactly: she's so clean cut. Not even a hint of Hollywood! She doesn't even have a boyfriend. Lives in a nice little loft with her doggy."

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Penny rode her doggy hard, desperate for his knot inside her, for his luscious seed to flood within her, filling her so completely with its silky warmth. Bed springs squeaked, Bolt squeaking too, between his overwhelmed panting. Her hips drove him hard against the sheets, her lips stretching around his bulge. Their combined juices squished out noisily, dampening his ivory sheath, his snow-white balls, her copper pubic hair.

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"Well, I'm sure, every mother thinks of her daughter as a sweet, pure little angel. But in this case, I think I'm justified, especially given she's a teenager."

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Penny grunted and gasped with primal need, biting her lower lip at the exquisite stretching of his knot entering her, so familiar, so exotic, so male. She ground down against him, those slender fingers with their plain, well-groomed nails rubbing, frantic, against her clit, passion igniting the lust that surged through her.

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"The girl doesn't even paint her nails."

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At last, the knot entered her, a final trickle of their juices forced out as it popped into place. Penny gasped, feeling her insides shift to accommodate something a girl of her species wasn't made for, yet something that no girl in the world could have but her.

Bolt lay whimpering and wild, paws lifted to his chest making little helpless gestures of need. Knowing from long practice just how to please him, her dextrous hand reached further, rubbing the back of his knot through her bulged lips, already slick with her juices, getting slicker with sweat as she continued to strum her clit, the delightful harmonies of ecstasy playing through her every nerve.

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"And she's trained that dog so well. She's even got him finding the remote for us. And they go for walks every day; so responsible. No wonder she keeps in such good shape."

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Penny's legs clenched against Bolt's sides. The redhead wailed in delight as Bolt bucked into her. She knew what came next.

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"Most girls her age would be out necking with boys in the back seats of cars. Some even having sex and not using protection!"

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Bolt's limbs stretched straight out as the first blast of cum raced up into her, spraying her walls. A soundless howl left his lips as his front paws pressed against her stomach, against the tender bulge his cock was making.

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"I'm glad I got one of the good ones. No, no, I can't take full credit--she's just always been responsible. A real blessing in this day and age. Say what you want about other child actors, mine has turned out a model citizen, rather than some cocaine addict or something. She's even looking for a part-time job."

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Meanwhile, the white substance Penny found herself addicted to blasted her delicate passage. Her muscles fluttered around her German Shepherd's column of heat and pleasure. She loved her boy, and he loved her, and she loved when he came inside her, claiming her as his.

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"Thanks for hearing out this little speech about how proud I am. Penny gets so embarrassed when I talk about her like this. Such a private girl, so independent. She even remodeled that loft by herself, so who was I to deny her the pleasure of a little privacy?"

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Penny pressed tight her lips, suppressing a cry of orgasm as bliss coursed through her. Every pulse of Bolt's semen against her walls, every stroke of her fingers against her clitoris, every press of his paw against her naked thigh: she felt it all. His knot throbbed and swelled inside of her.

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"Whew. I'm feeling tired. The day is catching up to me." Mom yawned. "Have a good night Suzy." On the way to her room, she noticed one of her romance novels out of place on the bookshelf. She smiled. Oh sweet little Penny--hope she wasn't too scandalized by such a steamy book. Not that she minded--natural for a teen to be curious. Still, Mom felt a swell of pride as she headed to bed. Nothing got past a mother, after all.

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Penny collapsed atop Bolt, the sweat of her body soaking his fur. They gasped together, catching their breath the way they used to catch bad guys. These days, they chased only the the delight of each other's presence, the pleasure of fur on flesh. A different kind of adventure, but neither minded. His knot lay swelled within her, its familiar girth filling her so completely, his semen still dribbling into her with every twitch of his balls against her.

Together, they lay, the heat of their lovemaking aglow in the darkness, panting against each others' ears, watching the lights of the house go out.

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As Mom changed into her pajamas, she peeked out the window at the loft, just in time to see the light there go out. Such a good girl, going to bed at a decent hour even on the weekend.

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Edits: Slate, Carlminez, Vendetta, Mittens

Art: :iconSlatedragon:

Comments welcome!

-Tempo