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Their date night had gone lovely.

It was a casual affair, as it often was outside of anniversaries and other special occasions. Alonzo, a near-50-year old rottweiler whose once squat and muscular figure was now only vaguely marred by a bit of belly, had simply worn jeans and a nice T-shirt, opting to go barefoot as was common. His wife, a delightful and round-figured kangaroo, had worn a light dress and sandals, as well as a jacket in case it got too chilly at any point.

And so, they'd returned home in good spirits, chattering lightly as Alonzo opened the front door to their suburban house and stepped inside. His wife, Blake, called inside, "Kids, we're home! Zory, everything go okay?"

Over the abrupt cheers of cub-like joy from the living room, a more mature, feminine voice called back, "It went alright!"

The older couple stepped into the room, quickly 'assaulted' by their two younger children, both rottweilers like their father. The cheering pups latched onto their mother's dress immediately, giggling and babbling excitedly about how much fun they'd had while their parents were out.

Sitting on the couch was Zory, the family's favored babysitter for the two pups. Now and then their own older daughter would be able to take the task, but she was often busy with friends, after school activities, and her own part-time job. Thus, Zory would up watching the little boy and girl that were then clinging to their mother.

Zory was young and slender, just entering the crest of adulthood, a fluffy-eared spaniel with gold and brown fur. Her midriff-baring green shirt hugged tight to her figure, short sleeves covering just her shoulders, a slightly frilled skirt covering her lower body, the girl's long legs were propped up on the nearby ottoman. Her long muzzle tilted into a smile at the sight of the couple, though she held her cell phone up under one ear.

Continuing her call briefly, Zory chattered, "Alright, James, I'll have to let you go for now. Yeah, the Kryce's just got home, so I'll be heading back to my place now. Okay, love you baby! See you when I see you, and good luck on your paper!" She paused, listening with a bright little smile as the male voice on the other end chimed back a farewell. The young woman let out a giggle and said a final goodbye before hanging up at last. "Ah," the girl sighed, slipping her phone into the purse at her side, "Sorry about that! James called, and the cubs were behaving, so..."

"Quite alright!" Alonzo chuckled, setting his large paws on his hips. "If us OLD folks can have some couple time, I'm sure it's fine if you young pups do the same."

"Oh, Alonzo," Blake rolled her eyes at her husband's joking words. "We're not THAT old. But it is fine, of course, if you handle personal business while you're watching our pups, Zory," the older woman assured, turning to the shorter, smaller canine and offering a warm, comforting smile.

The girl nodded, standing up from the couch and slipping the strap of her purse over her shoulder. "Well, if you think it's okay," the spaniel agreed lightly.

The male pup tore himself away from his mother, now moving to nuzzle up against his father, who set a paw on the boy's head. "Did you have a ride on the way?" the rottweiler father asked, facing the female canine after giving a warm smile to his son.

"Ah, no," Zory admitted, bringing a hand up to brush one of her fluffy ears away from her face. "James is busy with school work, and Dad is probably just getting home about this time," she explained, referring, of course, to her own father and her boyfriend respectively.

"Oh, dear," Blake hummed with concern.

"I was... actually sort of hoping," the slender young girl mused, looking over to the older, male rottweiler, "that you might be willing to drive me home...? I'm sorry, I know it's a lot to ask."

Alonzo offered a smile at first the younger dog, then at his wife, assuring, "I can give Zory a ride home, sure."

"Are you sure, dear?" Blake questioned, slight concern to her voice. "We did just get home... Maybe it would be better to see if her father, or her boyfriend are willing to give her a ride?"

"I really am perfectly fine with Mr. Kryce driving me home," Zory chimed pleasantly, the gold-and-brown spaniel smiling sweetly at the older couple. "It'll take my dad a little while to get out this way, and I wouldn't want to tear James away from his English paper."

"Mm... Alright, if you're sure, sweetie," the middle-aged woman agreed, setting a paw on the girl's shoulder. "Thank you so much for babysitting on so little notice, again, dearie. Alonzo, be sure to give the pup a good tip."

"Oh, I couldn't-" the younger woman's blushing objection was quickly cut off, however.

Blake assured, "I must insist, Zory! You always take such good care of Cody and Daniela, ever since their sister started getting too busy you've really stepped up in watching them when we're unavailable."

"Not to worry, love," Alonzo assured, the rottweiler setting a paw on his wife's upper arm and leaning in to kiss her on the cheek. "I'll be sure to pay her well for all her services."

"Thank you," Blake nodded, before taking the nearby cubs' paws. "I'll put these two to bed; drive safely, Alonzo! No playing your little 'driving games', understood?"

The middle-aged canine chuckled, before giving a mock salute. "Understood, ma'am. One or two donuts in the parking lot, that's all, promise."

Blake chuckled at that, shaking her head and teasingly commenting to their babysitter, "Keep him in line, young lady. He's a devil behind the wheel!"

"Not to worry, Mrs. Kryce," Zory answered immediately, her long, fluffy ears perking slightly as she smiled assuredly. "He'll drive nice and safe if I have anything to say about it."

"Atta girl!"

Farewells given, the small group split apart. While Blake took young Daniela and Cody upstairs to their bedrooms, Zory, with her bookbag in hand, and Alonzo went into the large garage, climbing into the older man's sizeable sedan. They buckled up, and pulled back out from the house, reversing down the long driveway before turning and rumbling steadily out onto the paved, suburban road.

"Pups behave for you?" Alonzo questioned as he drove, eyes casually on the road and paws on the wheel.

Zory nodded, confirming, "They did! Daniela was being a bit trouble-making, and Cody was happy to join in when he could, but for the most part they were okay. No issues with dinner, or homework. Well, except mine... I'd hoped to do some Statistics tonight, but no luck, unfortunately."

"Aw, that's a shame," the older dog rumbled sympathetically, glancing over at her. "Well, night is still young, and you're a smart young lady; I'm sure you'll wrap it up in no time."

"Haha, thank you, sir," she replied lightly, smiling at the man.

Alonzo flashed a toothy grin her way, declaring, "No need to thank me, Zory! I'm just telling the truth, after all. Your father must be very proud of you, such an intelligent, pretty young pup!"

"Aw, you're a flatterer," Zory giggled, blushing a soft pink as she did. "Dad is definitely proud of me, though I'm more proud of him; it must have been hard for him to raise a daughter as a single father..."

"I don't doubt it," Alonzo hummed, thinking on the other man. "He's as impressive as you are, I'd say."

"Well, I'll be sure to tell him you think so."

The two fell quiet for a few minutes, simply enjoying the drive. The Kryce family lived in a very well-off neighborhood, low in the pleasant valley outside the city, while Zory and her father lived in an apartment building just outside of the main city area. Her school, however, was within walking distance of the Kryce's home, making it an easy destination for afterschool babysitting.

Alonzo's eyes drifted slightly. The roads were pretty much empty this deep into the evening anyway, despite the remaining shreds of sunlight on the horizon, and he knew the drive like the back of his hand, so he was pretty sure they'd be fine.

Not that he was really thinking.

His gaze slipped over towards Zory, the young, slender pup gazing out the window as she sat in the passenger seat. Her long, curly-furred ears caught the dying light of the sunset, setting the light brown fur to a golden glow. She really had already grown into a beautiful young woman.

But it wasn't just her face he looked at...

The rottweiler's eyes slipped lower. First at her chest, 'subtly' staring at the alluring, shallow rise of her breasts. Alonzo couldn't help but wonder, at the back of his mind, just how smooth and perky they were. Not like his wife's; hers were lovely, of course, but big and soft and kind of sagging, a very different kind of attractive. Perfect for kneading and squeezing, for really playing with, less so for other things. His eyes trailed lower yet again, down her belly. Her midriff-baring shirt left the soft, furry flesh exposed, neatly sloping down from those plump little breasts and down below the waistband of her skirt.

He gulped, curious what of the young adult canine's secrets that skirt might be hiding.

A bit further down her legs, he was watching how the cloth of her skirt settled atop her soft, slender thighs, how the fur accentuated her figure almost intentionally. Without meaning to he found himself pondering just what those legs would feel like, under his paws, wrapped around his waist...

"Hehe."

Her giggle, light, girly, and amused, broke him out of his staring, one paw held up over her smiling muzzle, head fully turned to face him. His face turned red, he was sure, and Alonzo forced himself to look forward. She continued, her soft voice teasing, "See something you're enjoying, Mister Kryce?"

"Ah," the older dog stuttered, still blushing in embarrassment. He'd really been caught staring at a girl less than half his age! "S- Sorry, Zory, just... a bit of wandering eye! Um, didn't mean to-"

Her paw... settled on his thigh. Squeezed lightly, almost encouragingly. Even through the denim of his jeans, he could feel her soft hand kneading into his thick limb. An unintentional gasp of pleasure left him, and he felt a distinct stirring in his pants.

"It's alright, sir..." Zory answered lightly, her soft voice rustling against his perked-up ear. The appendage twitched, and he let out a low groan as her hand stroked down his leg.

"B- But... Mmf..." the man grunted, her paw steadily, but firmly, making its way back up his thigh.

Back towards his crotch, where he could feel more and more blood pumping into his shaft, could feel himself so easily growing aroused under the young woman's attentions. He thought, faintly, like the concept was a thousand miles away from him, of his wife, and of the girl's own boyfriend.

"Just relax..." the spaniel girl near-whispered in his ear, those two little words whisking away all thoughts of the two not in the car with him then. She must have unbuckled her seatbelt, sidling up closer to him in the car's front seats. Her paw cupped against his bulge, and she bit her lip excitedly, huffing into his pointed ear, "Mmf. You feel big..."

"Ah..." Alonzo gasped, fingers curling tightly around the steering wheel. He forced his eyes off the girl, but he could still feel her heat against his side, could still smell her sweet scent under his nose, could feel her paw openly and unabashedly groping his cock through his pants. He shuddered, his back arching as he leaned forward in his seat, moaning. "G- God, Zory..."

She leaned closer as he drove, him desperately trying to keep the car from swerving, or the speed from changing too much. The road was still pretty empty as far as he could see, but he still didn't want to crash or cause an accident.

Her muzzle met his neck, nipping playfully and then kissing deeply at the soft, thin-furred flesh. He moaned again, her paw lightly squeezing his bulge. Her grip shifted, soon aligning to grasp his erection, which had expanded in his pants and pressed against one thigh. Still kissing at his throat as he drove, she began stroking him through his pants, making him tremble with need. One of his hands, the one closer to the girl, fell off the steering wheel and settled right onto her bare thigh.

"Fuck, Zory..." the man whined, almost letting his eyes pinch shut, but forcing one to keep open to watch the road. He squeezed her leg in return. "G- God, that feels good..."

'Zip!'

His eyes shot wide at the erratic noise, and he looked sharply over at Zory. Her eyes were pointed straight down, her body so close to his that she was practically leaning on him. Then, almost hesitating, his eyes turned down to his own groin, and he let out a whimper. Sure enough, that sound had been his pants zipper coming down, her fingers still poised to draw it down and expose his red boxers underneath.

"Z- Zory, wait, maybe... Mmf..." Alonzo grunted as her paw settled on his cock again, rubbing through his pants.

Teasingly, she murred in his ear, "Aw, don't you want to get this big daddy dog cock out...?" Her paw squeezed, and he shuddered, sure he'd just ejected a fair amount of canine precum into his boxers.

"F- Fuck..." Alonzo whined, unintentionally bucking his hips forward.

It seemed the girl took that as permission. Both of her paws went to his groin, and he had to bite his tongue, pink sticking out from between his black lips, to keep from moaning openly. The rottweiler dad didn't have to look to know she was spreading open the fly of his jeans, nudging them out of the way before pressing down his boxers and reaching a paw inside to extract his cock.

He couldn't bite back the groan of pleasure as she did so, however. Her soft pawpads and gentle grip against his erect flesh sent a surge of ecstasy up his spine, eliciting a low, pleased gasp that gave way to what could almost be called a whimper.

"Mm... Always knew you'd be a big guy, Mister Kryce," Zory huffed, still softly grasping his now-extracted cock. He didn't have to look to imagine her small, slender hand curled around his fat, uncut cock, his dark pink flesh contrasting against her soft, brown-gold fur. He shuddered as she stroked her hand up the length of his dick, a bead of precum welling up at the tip of his lighter cockhead.

"Oh, fuck..." the man grunted, clenching his teeth as she began slowly stroking him.

He chanced a glance downwards, watching her hand struggle to curl all the way around his girthy meat, watching it throb in her soft grasp. His balls, it seemed, had also been tugged out from his pants, now sagging, fat and dark-furred, between his thighs. Alonzo found himself staring a moment as she brought her other paw in, curling around his fat cock slightly closer to the tip, before returning to slowly stroking him, up and down, up and down, agonizingly pleasurable. His toes curled as he saw how her hand curled around his tip, engulfing the glistening cockhead with his foreskin, before pressing it down and exposing the bulbous glans when she stroked downwards.

Fuck... fuck, it was amazing, Alonzo had to admit.

He had to tear his eyes away from his own crotch, huffing deeply and shuddering as she continued stroking him steadily. Zory leaned against his side, nuzzling into his neck as she kept jerking him off, the smell of pre and balls filling the car's interior.

Alonzo kept driving one handed, but the paw that had been on her leg was seeming to be in the way, so he shakily slipped it around the small of her back, fingers clinging to her furry side as she continued teasing and stroking at his throbbing shaft. He groaned, biting his lip and trying not to let his eyes slip shut or his steering get too wild as he was masturbated by his passenger.

"Hey..." her soft, little voice murred into his ear, making him tremble desperately. "Do you... have any condoms, Mister Kryce?"

That one little question broke him. He groaned openly, tilting his head up, a spurt of precum jetting from his tip and onto the steering wheel in his hand. His fingers curled into her side, desperation hitting a fever pitch.

Alonzo needed to pull over.

It took him only a second to find a spot. The roads were still blessedly empty, the closest thing to private Alonzo could hope for while getting jerked off by his kids' babysitter. He pulled his car into an abandoned parking lot, pulling into a spot as Zory's pleased giggle jingled in his ear. He stopped the car and finally got his other paw off the steering wheel.

Alonzo's hands immediately went to the girl's body. One of his large, sturdy paws curled around her soft hip, holding her close against his side, while the other clumsily reached across for the little storage bin beneath his radio in the center of the console.

Their muzzles came together, roughly and hotly. He groaned into the girl's lips, his eyes pinched shut as his tongue pushed into her maw, Alonzo delighting in the younger canine's sweet-tasting lips, the feeling of her own tongue against his, curling and pressing, of the warmth in her mouth. He groaned again as her paws squeezed around his shaft, growling deeply as she gave him a long stroke and reached down to cup his balls.

He could tell he was getting slovenly about it. His hand slid up her shirt, finding one of her bare breasts and cupping it in return, squeezing lightly and loving the feeling of her erect nipple against his finger pads. It was Zory's turn to moan then, to shudder against him and whimper into his mouth as he teased her tit.

His grasping hand in the compartment nearby found what it was searching for, but he kept kissing her for a moment. Soon, though, he broke the kiss, licking his lips to break the clumsy strands of his slobber linking their muzzles. "Fuck," he huffed lowly, glancing down at the item held between two of his fingers.

A connected set of three condoms, deep blue packaging proudly proclaiming them to be 'Extra Safe', 'Pre-Lubricated', and of course 'Large sized'. Perfect.

"Let me get this on," Alonzo panted, his heart racing. Gods, he'd never done something like this before. It was exhilarating. He felt like a teenager again, clumsily preparing for sex in a car on the side of a quiet road.

Zory bit her lip and nodded, those wide, brown eyes alight with need as she glanced down at his cock, still grasping it in both hands. She released her soft grip on his shaft, shuffling slightly away to let him work.

But, as he tore off and opened one of the condom packages, she wasn't idle; no, the young girl lifted her hips from the car seat and reached her paws under her skirt, exposing her light pink panties. Alonzo snuck a glance as he was getting the condom open, seeing how thin the lacy-styled waistband was and how delicate the cotton underwear looked, a growl leaving him. The crotch of the girly panties was visibly darkened and wet, the sweet scent of feminine arousal hitting him easily. The older man couldn't help but draw in a long, steady inhale, shuddering happily at the overwhelmingly pleasing smell he drew into his lungs.

The girl giggled again, winking at him when he caught her eye, and then worked the panties down her slender legs. The motion made her skirt flop down over her now-naked waist, but Alonzo didn't mind one bit; just knowing that a girl half his age was taking off her panties in his car in anticipation of sex was enough to drive him wild.

He was near-frozen, the older rottweiler watching as she slowly worked her panties down her legs, passed her knees and down to her feet, which she lifted up to remove the underwear without dropping them on the car's floor.

Then, Zory cast them onto the dashboard, Alonzo watching and staring at them a moment before glancing back at her. He gave a growl and extracted the condom at last.

Not a word was shared as he leaned back, one hand grasping his own fat cock and giving it a light stroke, watching his foreskin slurp up and down over his tip. More precum had welled up and spilled down his length, which he teased a finger into, before bringing the condom to bear. Expertly, he slipped it over his cock and unfurled it down, watching as its rubbery form turned his fat dick a light shade of translucent blue, the pink of his cock still just visible. As expected, it glistened with lube, ready for use.

Once his hands were free, Alonzo turned back to the waiting girl. His paws curled around her middle, eliciting a yip of surprise from her as he tugged her closer again. First, another rough, sloppy kiss, making both of them groan excitedly at what they were about to do. With his hands down on her waist, squeezing at her soft, slender figure, her hands were free to settle up on his chest, rubbing at his broad, well-matured musculature through his thin shirt.

Another yank, and she was pulled up onto his lap. Zory threw a leg over his lap, settling onto his thighs and huffing excitedly, drawing the older man into another deep kiss. Alonzo groaned; he could feel that his cock had slipped under her skirt, grinding into her flesh hidden underneath. His fingers clung to her sides, before the rottweiler stroked a hand up her front, breaking the kiss and nudging her away so that he could expose the shallow rise of her plump, young breasts.

He couldn't help but gasp, the soft flesh covered in light fur, her warm and pink nipples small and pert, erected tips pointing out towards the man.

"God..." the rottweiler groaned. He couldn't help but lean in sharply, ducking his head towards her chest and giving one of those soft little breasts a long slurp, trailing his tongue under the swell of her tit. She whimpered, trembling and setting her paws atop his head, urging him on as he then licked against her nipple. And lick he did, pressing his flat canid tongue against her flesh, lathering her chest with a desperate need.

"Ah, Mister Kryce..." she whimpered, trembling in his lap as he quickly switched to the other breast, closing his lips sensually around her other nipple. "Oh!" Zory's light, young voice cried out, her head tilting back as the older dog worked at her breasts.

He sucked lightly, popping his mouth open a moment later to give her breast a long, slurping lick. A moment later, Alonzo gave a light growl, pressing in and clamping down on her erect nipple yet again, this time grazing the sensitive flesh with his sharp teeth. That made her cry out, arching her hips happily, her fingers curling around his perked-up ears as she shuddered against him. The smell of her arousal grew, mingling with the middle-aged canine's own swelling musk in the confines of the car.

"Ah, M- Mister Kryce... Mmf, fuck," Zory whimpered, squirming against him and trying, gently, to nudge his large, blocky head away from her chest. "I need you... Mmf, I need you in me..."

That got the man's attention, his eyes, formerly closed in focus, cracking open excitedly. He leaned back, giving a low growl and nodding. "Call me 'Alonzo', dear," he instructed, before licking his lips with a wicked grin. "Mmf, yeah, 'Alonzo' baby... Sweet little Zory..."

"Mmf, Alonzo..." she whined, blushing and squirming. "Alonzo, please... Ah, fuck me, I need it..."

The man huffed, liking the sound of that. His cock throbbed under her skirt, reminding him of his own desperate need. The rottweiler slipped his hands down her sides, feeling every curve of the younger canine's body, a low groan leaving him at the slender, soft feeling of her body under his large paws. He kept one hand up on the curve of her hip, but the other slipped lower, tucking his thumb under her skirt and flipping it up.

Now, he could easily see the blue shape of his condom-wrapped cock, and just past it, Zory's pussy. Canine in shape, it was a pink, puffed-out spade shape, drooling fluids that dribbled down onto the car seat below. She shuddered at his attentions, and he watched in awe as it clenched and relaxed in time with her motion, quivering before his very eyes.

"God, fuck," Alonzo growled lowly, almost mindlessly.

He guided her hips up, the younger female not resisting the slightest as she planted her knees on the car seat and lifted herself up. Zory's hands remained against his chest for purchase, able to feel his desperately hammering heart, his panting breaths rustling against her bare chest and slobber-wet muzzle. She had to straight slightly to get herself up higher then the tip of his cock, but soon the dripping cleft of her canine slit was poised over the man's condom-encased dick.

"There we go, girl," the middle-aged rottweiler groaned, peering down passed his slight belly to watch their hips. "Nice and steady... Mmf, fuck," Alonzo panted, reaching one hand down to angle his cock towards her hole.

As instructed, she shakily began to lower herself, their panting breaths slowly growing more synchronized. Alonzo watched as his tip met her pussy, nestling into the cleft of her canine vulva. It was then he saw how large his dick was compared to her body; its thickness barely seemed to fit between her legs, and just setting the two together seemed to partially stretch the girl's slit.

That just made it all the more arousing for him to watch as she pressed, slowly and steadily, gasping and whimpering as the young dog slowly worked herself open on his fat cock. He, in turn, gasped and grunted, before a low growl of pleasure left him. The cheap lube on the condom and her own leaking fluids helped lubricate the desperate attempt at penetration, her trembling figure in his grasp continuing to press and press. He held his dick in place in one hand, keeping it from slipping away as Zory worked on getting it inside her.

"Ah!" she gasped sharply, eyes pinched and gold-furred face red as something finally worked. Her tight, young pussy engulfed Alonzo's cock tip, spread gratuitously around his girth just to fit that much. "Oh, fuck, Alonzo..." Zory whined, shuddering as she tried to acclimate to his dick-size splitting her open.

"Mmf, Zory... God, you're doing... You're doing good," the man panted out, squeezing her hip with one hand and his own dick with the other. He gave a light growl, slightly nudging her down onto his cock some more. "Come on, you can take it, girl..."

"Fuck..." she whimpered, shuddering before returning to lowering herself.

With the tip inside, it was a bit easier going, but stretching her insides still took a great deal of effort and time. But the two, despite their desperation and lust, were patient.

Slowly but surely, more and more of that condom-wrapped dog cock pushed inside her, eliciting gasps and whimpers of pleasure from Zory, groans and growls from Alonzo. The two clung to each other, panting and breathing and trembling together as more and more of that fat dad cock worked the young girl open deeper and deeper.

"Fuck!" Alonzo gasped, moving to set both hands on the girl's hips as her groin met his with a soft, wet squelch. He threw his head back with a moan of pleasure, feeling the intense pressure and near-undulating flexing of the pup's folds around his erect cock. A moment later, he glanced down at their joined hips, huffing excitedly at the sight. His thick, scruffy pubic fur gave way to the barest edge of pink cock base and blue rubber, before disappearing into the girl's tightly-stretched vaginal ring, fluids drooling and glistening at their join.

"Ah, A- Alonzo..." Zory whimpered, trembling in his grasp as she leaned back some, her tail wagging down between his legs under the steering wheel. She clenched, both of them moaning in pleasure as one. "G- God, so... big..."

"Mmf, such a good girl," Alonzo murred lowly, stroking a paw up her front and giving one of her breasts a light squeeze. She groaned at that, shuddering in his lap and letting her eyes fall shut as his thumb's rough pad brushed against her sensitive nipple. "Fuck..."

"Fuck," Zory echoed desperately, her thrumming heart beating beneath the older man's broad paw, practically engulfing her chest, fingers curling up beneath her arm and lifting it slightly. "It feels amazing... Ah..."

Once again, she began to move slowly. Agonizingly steady, she pressed herself up, leaning forward on her paws against Alonzo's chest, his own breast-groping paw helping to support Zory's motions. Wetly, inch after inch of fat rottweiler cock slurped out of her swollen pussy, those warm pink canid folds tugging outwards with the extracting motion.

She slapped down into his lap this time, a yelp of pleasure leaving her as she did. Alonzo growled, his legs tensing as she engulfed him once again, her impossibly tight, hot young hole constricting rhythmically around his safely-wrapped dick. "God, Zory..." he moaned, stroking his paw on her hip.

The spaniel girl began riding, slowly and shakily, the two of them panting heavily with pleasure and need. Trembles of pleasure rattled up both of their spines, provoking groans and gasps from the contrasted duo. While Zory let her eyes slip shut, head tilted back as she gasped and whimpered from the overwhelming pleasure of being impaled on rottweiler dad cock, Alonzo himself kept his eyes open. They traced over every inch of the younger canine, drinking in the soft curve of her tits, the warm pink of her leaking, dick-filled pussy, the sleek figure of her waist. Even on her face, pink with blushing need, lips parted gently with every little noise that left her.

"Grr," the man groaned as Zory clumsily dropped back into his lap, that tight young hole constricting his shaft yet again. His hands squeezed on her sides, holding her down a moment and stopping her from taking another tantalizing bounce. "Fuck... Mmf, c'mere," Alonzo huffed, slipping his hand up her side back under her arm.

He tugged her closer, pulling her against his chest. She whimpered, trembling against him as she nestled against his belly, his broad pecs. Even with a shirt separating them, the close contact felt warm and comforting as she nuzzled into his neck, panting hazily as her arms curled around his neck desperately.

Alonzo let out another growl, kissing at her neck as his cock throbbed inside her hole, watching as her tail flagged up and continued waggling in the air. A flash of lewd inspiration hit him, and he curled his hand around her rump, slipping the large paw under her skirt. At first he just groped her ass, squeezing those soft young cheeks, feeling the warm flesh under his fingers. But then, he curled two fingers in closer, hooking his thumb around the base of her tail to get a good angle as the probing digits searched for a moment.

"Mmf!" Zory near-yelped when his dull-clawed fingers found what they were searching for. Thanks to the messiness of their play, some lubrication had been easy to find before Alonzo sunk his fingers into her ass. He thrust lightly, feeling the tightness of her anal ring; in unison, both holes clamped around him, anus contracting on his deeply-thrust fingers, pussy squeezing his throbbing, fully-hilted cock.

"Fuck, Zory..." the man groaned, nuzzling at her neck. "Mmf, just relax... Ah, need to... Need..." he babbled huskily, before giving way to another animalistic growl.

She didn't resist in the slightest. The young canine simply pressed into him, clinging tightly and whimpering softly, the smell of their mixed arousal driving him wild while she grew more and more dazed. The man leaned back, one hand keeping her pressed to his chest, panting heavily as he thrust his fingers into her tailhole roughly, tail held out of the way firmly. Zory shuddered against him, panting hotly as the older canine gave a low growl, tugging her tail upwards.

This, of course, lifted her rump, a groan leaving her lips as her canine pussy lips bulged with Alonzo's throbbing, condom-encased girth. The spaniel girl's tail kept wagging in the air as he positioned her ass up a few inches from his hips, the tip of his cock still buried in her hole.

"Ah... F- Fuck, Alonzo..." Zory whimpered, slender legs trembling as she kept herself up for the man.

"Shhh, girl," the rottweiler dad assured in return, kissing her on the neck. "You just relax... Mmf, I'll take care of us, baby..."

Without another word, he planted his bare pawpads on the floor below, huffing deeply and feeling his cock throb in the girl's tight, wet hole. Then, he thrust his hips upward with a sharp, wet slap, grunting as he did so. As he did, he also thrust his fingers deeper into her ass, pumping them in and out steadily while taking a far rougher pace with thrusting up into that drooling, canine pussy. Zory moaned, squirming but unable to move her lower half away from the man as he viciously pounded upwards at her hole, panting and grunting, lustful drool dribbling down his chin as he tilted his head back, eyes closed as he enjoyed the rapturous tightness of the girl's pussy.

Slow, sensual pleasure gave way to vicious, physical need. Alonzo growled, feral and desperate as he plowed his hips upward with sharp, clapping thrusts. One arm had hooked around Zory's upper back, clinging to the small canine, while the other kept at her ass, thumb hooked around her tail, two fingers buried knuckle-deep in her pink-fleshed anus. His heart hammered away in his chest, pumping blood hot and fast throughout his large, blocky figure, the man's legs burning and cock achingly hard.

The trembling girl atop him fell nearly slack, except for the tight grasp she kept curled around his neck, her blushing-red snout buried firmly in his shoulder as he fucked her. Her impaled pussy gushed fluids, soaking the older man's cock, dribbles of the sweet-smelling arousal spilling down his fat, furry balls more and more with every thrust.

Harder and harder, faster and faster; that was all that ran through Alonzo's lust-fuelled mind. His balls ached, his chest burned, his blood hammered away in his body desperately to fuel his feral breeding of the younger canine. She trembled against him, shuddering and whimpering with pleasure, as he let out a deep growl and thrust his fingers deeper into her anus, feeling the tight hole contract as he slammed his cock upwards into her pussy. Everything was wetness, tightness, heat, the smell of sex sending them both into a haze.

Alonzo didn't stop when she came around him.

She cried out suddenly, her folds shuddering around his ever-pounding cock, anal ring contracting sharply around his two thick digits. She threw her head back, tears of ecstasy prickling at her eyes, tongue lolling from her slender muzzle as she yelped out sharply. A veritable flood of orgasmic fluid gushed, spattering against Alonzo's pubic fur and balls as he continued to fuck her, dribbling down in a sweet-smelling mess onto the seat below.

Almost instantly after orgasming, she was right back into groaning, burying her muzzle into his chest and clinging to his shirt, body trembling and tail wagging as he continued. His own climax was fast approaching, aided heavily by the overstimulated contracting over her holes on his body, condom-wrapped cock pounding in her pussy, folds stretched tight around the thrusting shaft.

"Fuck," the man huffed in her ear, tilting his head forward to bury his snout in her shoulder. She shuddered, clenching around his cock and fingers. "Mmf, fuck, Zory, it's- God, fuck!"

"Ah, do it," she whimpered against him, thighs trembling against his sides. She nuzzled into him, whining and urging, "Cum in me, Alonzo, please, I need it, I need-"

"Fuck!"

The man slammed in one last time, his fingers mirroring the hard thrust and curling knuckles-deep in the younger girl's ass. His cock was fully hilted inside her canine vagina, pink vulva engulfing his shaft as he let loose a long, deep, rumbling growl of joy. His fat, furry, fluid-soaked balls contracted rhythmically, gushing load after load into the girl's body as he shuddered, both of them clinging and trembling together as he finished.

The two dogs remained locked in a tight, panting embrace as thick ropes of canine jizz pumped away inside the younger canine. She groaned at the feeling of it; even with the condom, she could feel the swelling heat in her belly, the overwhelming girth of his shaft still filling her pelvis to the brim.

Zory whimpered, still with her muzzle buried against Alonzo's chest. Her tail kept wagging above the man's fingers buried in her anus, tight, pink ring squeezing on the intruding, relaxed digits.

He groaned, sagging in his seat as his climax tapered off. Where once he'd been pumping thick shots in rapid succession, he could feel his spurts of cum growing farther apart, trembles of pleasure shaking his stocky body with each final gush. The rottweiler slowly withdrew his fingers from her ass, allowing her to let out her own happy whimper as the glistening appendages popped free, tail sagging down over the stretched-open hole.

"Ah..." Zory whined, relaxing in the man's lap with his cock still buried in her pussy, his arms settling around her waist while her own set on his chest.

She reflexively clenched on his softening shaft, biting her lip as she leaned back and peered down between them, lifting her skirt with one paw to get a good look. "Fuck..." the man grumbled amusedly, licking his lips at the sight. Her pink vaginal ring had engulfed his cock all the way to the base, hiding the condom and the pink of his prick from view. Both of their furry groins were visibly matted, sticky with lube and the young girl's own fluids.

His dark fur, her gold, both gratuitously messy from their adulterous car sex.

"Heh... Hehe," Zory chuckled lightly, a smile on her lips as she leaned in and caught his muzzle in a kiss. Their tongues mingled lazily, too exhausted from the vigorous sex to be as rough and needy as they'd been only moments ago, her face pink as she kissed the older man. He gave a low growl mid-kiss, breaking it briefly to lick at her lips before catching her lips one last time, her fingers curling against his chest while his own clung to her soft, curvy hips. They parted at last, panting lightly.

Alonzo huffed, shuddering as he felt her folds clench on his stimulus-sensitive cock. He finally grunted out, "We should... Mmf, try to clean up a bit. And get you home... Your dad's probably worried by now, heh."

"Mm... Good idea," Zory allowed, still panting hotly against his saliva-wet muzzle.

Slowly, the older man and young girl shuffled apart. Zory couldn't help but whimper with pleasure as Alonzo slipped his half-hard cock from her hole, staring in awe of the overfilled condom that popped from her hole along with the shaft. It sagged with the white mess that had been pumped inside, bulbous and sloshing as he slipped it away and tied the top off to keep it from leaking.

There wasn't much they could do to clean. Alonzo had a few wipes in a small container in his glove compartment, but those could only do so much to hide away the signs of their sexual deviance. Still, soon, the stocky rottweiler and slender spaniel had gotten their respective clothes situated again, breaths caught and windows down to air out the sex-filled car. After far too long, the man started his car again and pulled out of the parking lot, returning to driving the girl home.

The two were silent on the rest of the drive, remaining at their respective sides of the car. Thoughts raced. Would the other tell? Would they themselves admit their adultery? ... Would they do that again?

Silent questions, asked and unanswered, all the way until Alonzo's car settled in front of the apartment building that Zory and her father lived in. They audibly sighed as one as the vehicle stopped. Zory grabbed her bag, looked at the man... and smiled.

She leaned in and kissed him on the lips, tenderly, a paw on his chest. His own hand slipped to her waist briefly, before they parted.

"... Until next time, Alonzo," she told him, winking as she opened the door.

"Until next time, Zory," he answered, nodding back as the girl got out of his car. She smiled one last time, and then shut the car door, striding up towards the apartment door and returning home.

~~~*~~~

"Welcome home, dear," Blake chimed as Alonzo stepped into their shared bedroom, fresh from dropping Zory off at her home. She was already sitting in bed in a night dress, a book in hand and reading glasses set on her snout. She yawned, bringing a paw up to cover her mouth. "Was there a lot of traffic? You took longer than I would have thought."

"Yeah, couple morons on the road tonight," the rottweiler shrugged nonchalantly, setting his phone on the dresser next to the door. "Think I'm gonna take a shower real quick, then I'll join you in bed."

"Sounds good, love," the kangaroo sighed, smiling at him over at the door. Then, as he was starting towards the bathroom door, she said, "Oh, I almost forgot! Did you make sure to give Zory a good tip for her work tonight? The pups were very sure she did the best job in the whole wide world, hehe."

"Oh," the man uttered, then a broad, almost knowing, smile. "Yep. Gave her QUITE the tip, haha! Damn near broke the bank, but that girl's worth it!"

Blake rolled her eyes, chuckling in return. "Well, alright, good. Now, go take that shower and come to bed, hon. It's gotten pretty late already."

"Yes, ma'am," the rottweiler answered, giving a mock salute before marching his stocky figure through the nearby door into the master bathroom, arms straight and posture 'proper'. She laughed at him, he chuckled in return as he shut the door and started the shower.

While steam started filling the sizeable room, the rottweiler peeled his shirt off, before dropping his jeans and boxers to the floor. Naked, he chucked the bundle of soiled clothing into one of the two hampers next to the sink; one for him, one for his wife.

Alonzo stood a moment after stripping his clothes off, looking at himself in the mirror. His cock, pink and freshly used, hanging between his legs beneath the swell of his belly. The fur of his balls and pubic area, still a sticky mess. His body, large and stocky and visibly graying in a few spots, the slight pudge of his belly seemingly more pronounced now that he was nude. All in all, he looked like a middle-aged rottweiler who really needed to work on hitting the gym a bit more often.

And yet, he was smiling, and there was an odd lightness in his step that he was sure hadn't been there just a few hours earlier. An intriguing warmth had settled into his belly, almost... content. He let out a slow sigh, finding that he didn't really feel bad about what had happened.

Alonzo could keep a secret or two. Wouldn't hurt, right?