Who’s a Good Boy: Dog in This Fight #1

by Scott, Ada

  “We could work from home. I’d restore classic cars, you’d run the doggy daycare and all the female dogs would mysteriously give birth to rottweiler cross breeds a few months down the line.”

  Jeff placed two fingers on my chin and tilted my face towards his so he could softly kiss me. “And sometimes you’d have to explain to your customers why you had two handprints on your ass made from engine grease.”

  I rested my forehead and nose against his. “Why I have no idea how they got there. Must be part of the design of these pants.”

  Jeff’s hands moved down to my ass, on top of the hypothetical handprints, and gave a playful squeeze. I gasped quietly and moved so I was straddling him, leaning down to kiss him as his hands slipped under my skirt and his fingertips teased around the bottom edge of my panties while he pulled me close.

  Crazy For You

  Jeff Before

  I always used to think that “crazy for you” was just an expression, but for the first time in my life I understood it. My mind was utterly consumed by Hazel Rivera, and I wanted more, more, more.

  When I wasn’t with her, I ached to be with her. When I was with her, I’d do anything to make her smile, to make the obstacles in her life seem manageable, to simply hold her so close that we could feel each other’s heartbeats as they held their own conversation under whatever we were talking about.

  Tonight, it was worse than ever. Trapped in a car with the most beautiful girl in the world, with her smelling like pure innocent sex and nothing to distract me but a movie I’d seen a dozen times already would have broken a stronger man than me.

  The way she looked at me like I was on a horse and wearing some shining armor just because I bought her a travel journal made my heart clench with need. My hands explored the taut, yet soft, skin of her thighs and I inhaled deeply.

  “You smell like vanilla,” I said.

  “Correction, like Witch’s Milk, Toil and Trouble,” said Hazel in my ear.

  “C’mere, trouble.”

  I removed one hand from under her skirt and slid it up the back of her neck, burying my fingers in her hair and cradling her head for a kiss that slowly became deeper and deeper. Hazel spread her legs until her knees were touching the door and the center console and the crotch of her panties rested against the hard bulge in my pants.

  She moaned right into my mouth while we kissed, not wanting to break away even for a second as she began to buck her hips back and forth against me. I could tell by the way she was moving that she was wet already, those panties were sliding against her pussy as she ground herself against my cock.

  Hazel’s arms were tight around my neck as she moved against me harder and harder. Whenever our lips parted, she made little half-whimper half-growl sounds as she drove herself closer to climax.

  When she got like this, it was easy to think she might have been as turned on by me as I was by her. As if she didn’t already make me hard enough, to see the small-town princess turn into this embodiment of lust was a whole other level of hot.

  My fingers slipped inside her panties to grasp one ass cheek and help pull her against me while the other moved from her hair to squeeze one of her small breasts through her shirt. Hazel threw her head back and panted as she bucked, moving her hand on top of mine and making me grip her breast even harder than I would have dared.

  She looked down at me again with eyes half-shut. The eyes that flashed at me from under her lashes looked dangerous, like a wild animal this close to its prey.

  A sane man would have let the girl have her orgasm, but tonight I felt like playing with fire. I moved my hands to her hips and held her away from me, a tantalizing inch away from where she wanted to be, and watched her squirm for a few seconds before her eyes narrowed even further.

  “Wha-” she panted.

  “Climb back there and I’ll finish what you started,” I said, maintaining as much control over my voice as I could.

  Hazel’s breathing slowed a little and then she climbed between the front seats into the back and sidled over to the right to make room for me. In the dim light, I let my eyes roam over my girlfriend, from her shoes, up those perfectly toned legs that could cause a car crash, and finally to that beautiful face that looked at me with trust, lust and admiration. Maybe even love. Maybe. Maybe I loved this girl too.

  When I arrived in the back seat, Hazel leaned forward to kiss me, but I placed my hand on her chest and gently pushed her back. She resisted for a second, but then relented and went with it until she was leaning against the rear door.

  “What are you doing, Jeff Hatcher?” she asked.

  “Do you trust me?”

  “Yes,” she said, so quickly that any other answer couldn’t have been even a consideration.

  “Then shhh.”

  I pulled one of her feet up on to my thigh and made a show of slowly undoing the laces. Hazel pointed her toe like Cinderella testing the glass slipper in reverse when I took it off.

  Even in the near-dark her ankle sock was bright white. How girls managed to keep their socks so pristine I’d never figure out. Maybe they only wore them once, in which case this one reached the end of its lifespan when I pulled it off.

  Hazel twinkled her toes when they were freed, and I raised her foot to my mouth to plant a little kiss on the top before setting it down on the seat by my hip and doing the same for her other foot.

  “Mmmm,” she approved wordlessly.

  I ran my hand up her smooth calf, barely believing that she was mine to touch. A woman that felt this good could only have existed once or twice in human history.

  Where my hand led, my lips followed, and I kissed my way up her left leg, pausing at the back of her knee where she seemed to get especially squirmy and whimpery. I paused to look up at her face when I was halfway up her thigh, pushing up the hem of her skirt.

  Hazel looked back at me with rapt attention, her chest heaving excitedly. I could feel her arousal thrumming through her body as clearly as I could feel her skin under my lips.

  We never broke eye contact as I reached up and hooked my fingers into the waistband of her panties. The moon, stars and lights of the city sparkled in her blue depths and she lifted her butt off the seat to let me take away the one article of clothing that had always stood between us.

  The skimpy white undergarment slid down her tanned legs easily as I tugged. Finally, I grasped the wet crotch and pulled her panties off her feet, letting them join her socks, wherever they were now.

  Make The First Time Count

  Hazel - Before

  Every nerve in my body was hypersensitive. I could feel everything from the vinyl I was lying on to the way the air felt cool around my pussy when Jeff took my panties off.

  Above all, I could feel his touch, setting off a kaleidoscope of messages to my overwhelmed brain. I was so vulnerable, exposed and terrified that even the lust that was firmly in the driver’s seat wouldn’t have been enough to let me continue if I was with anybody else but Jeff.

  He dropped my panties behind him and then ran his hands up my inner legs again until he was pushing on my thighs, spreading my legs. My teeth almost chattered in fear. What if he didn’t like the way I looked down there? What if there was something wrong with me? I’d die on the spot if he stopped, and I might have a heart attack if he kept on going.

  “Do you have any idea how fucking sexy you are?” Jeff asked.

  “Me?”

  “Do you see anybody else here?”

  I covered my face, in case the darkness wasn’t enough to hide my blush. When I peeked through my fingers, I could see Jeff with a knowing smirk on his lips as he bent down and started kissing my inner thighs.

  Jeff’s hands curled around under my legs as his kisses moved closer and closer to my pussy. If the light was a little better, I was sure I’d be able to see my chest shaking with each beat of my heart.

  I felt his breath on my wet slit an instant before I felt his tongue and gasped as I reached out to lay my hand on top o
f his on my leg. A jolt of electricity shot from my clit to my stomach and then faded there to a sensation vaguely like an itch being scratched.

  Jeff slowly licked my labia from bottom to top on one side, ending with a little flick on my clit that had me bracing myself against the seat with my other hand. He repeated the motion on the other side and then gently started licking and sucking on my most sensitive spot, making me squeal and grip his hand hard enough that I thought I might break it.

  Thoughts of self-consciousness were driven out of my mind as Jeff’s tongue lit a fire in my body with flames that radiated pleasure instead of heat. His spare, uncrushed hand circled around my virgin opening, fingertips spreading my slippery nectar all over my folds and contrasting with the softness of his tongue.

  “Oh my gosh…” I panted.

  Comparing the way I’d ground myself against him before was like comparing a paper airplane to a space shuttle. Sure, you could kind of see a basic similarity, but…

  “Mmmmm!” I bit my tongue against the scream of pleasure that almost escaped.

  I didn’t want to make him think he was hurting me, didn’t want to do anything that might make him stop what he was doing for even a second. Unfortunately for that plan, everything he was doing was driving these noises out of me with insurmountable pressure.

  I released my death grip on the seat and clamped my hand over my mouth.

  “Mmmmph!”

  It wasn’t working. No matter how hard I tried to muffle myself, I kept on making these wordless sounds. Tears started streaming from the corners of my eyes from the sheer effort of containing myself.

  Jeff’s tongue went into overdrive, flicking across my clit so fast that I couldn’t discern the individual movements anymore. The only time he paused was to kiss and suck, and that was no relief from the ecstasy he was forcing me to try to handle with whatever composure I could muster.

  I couldn’t do it and couldn’t let him stop. The only way I could think to let it out was with screaming affirmatives, so that’s what I did.

  “Yes!”

  The first one may have been close to breaking the windows, but I had to get it out. The rest were semi-coherent. I could hear myself as if from a distance, sounding like the dirtiest porn star ever.

  “Yes, baby! Yes! Oh fuck, yes! That feels so good baby, mmm! Yes!”

  My hips started bucking and my eyes widened as the fuzzy sensation of an itch being scratched grew, sending pleasurable signals back and forth between my stomach and my clit, on the frontlines of Jeff’s assault. I could barely control my breathing anymore.

  “Oh… Oh… Uhhhhhh!”

  With an explosion, pure bliss flooded out from my sex to the extremities of my body. My toes curled and released, and my stomach muscles fluttered in unison with my pussy. A buzzing sound grew in my ears until all I could hear was it and the undertone of my own heart beating for a while.

  The ecstasy slowly seemed to shrink back down to concentrate on my clit again as it faded, leaving my legs quivering uncontrollably, sometimes slapping against Jeff’s ears as I groaned with exhaustion.

  Jeff moved over me and kissed me softly on the lips. It was strange at first, to taste myself on him, but I got over it pretty quickly, kissing back with enthusiasm as the flavor of my recent orgasm somehow settled my still faintly spasming muscles.

  After a few minutes of this, his hands roaming all over my body to squeeze my ass, caress my breasts and generally leave maddening tingles all over my skin, he rose himself up on his knees between my legs and put his hand in his pocket. He pulled out his wallet and I toyed with the idea of telling him this one was on the house, but couldn’t bring myself to say it under the circumstances, on the edge of losing my virginity.

  “Wait,” I said when he took a condom out of his wallet. “I…”

  My heart pounded its way up to my throat as if trying to stop me from speaking, but I swallowed it back down.

  “I-I want to feel you.”

  “Huh?”

  “Our first time. I want to feel you inside me… not a piece of rubber.” I pointed at the condom.

  I’d been through the sex-ed classes, I’d watched the videos and listened to the lectures… but the closer the reality of my own sex-life had started to grow, the more I wanted to do it the natural way for my first time. It was reckless, it was stupid, but I wanted to feel Jeff, I wanted it to be real.

  Jeff looked from me, to the condom in his hand and back again, as if this wasn’t an obstacle he’d foreseen. “You sure?” he asked.

  I nodded and he slowly tucked the condom back into his wallet, then the wallet back into his pocket. Reaching down, I undid the button and zipper of his jeans, but had to pull back so he could push them and his underwear down past his knees.

  With my legs spread before him, my bare pussy wet with the arousal he’d skillfully made me endure, and no barriers between us, his cock looked impossibly big and hard as it jutted out over me. Tentatively, I reached down and grabbed it with two hands, feeling almost certain that my fingers wrapped around it less than any time I’d touched it before.

  Whether he was that much more excited, or I was that much more nervous was impossible to say. With a gulp, I gently tugged at his hard manhood, guiding it towards my virgin entrance.

  Jeff moved with me, adjusting his position so the tip brushed across my clit before nuzzling between my folds. I gasped and my legs twitched, momentarily squeezing Jeff’s hips.

  Jeff slowly pushed forward and I relinquished my grip on his cock with one hand, moving it behind my head to brace myself against the door. My labia became a slippery ring of fire as Jeff stretched me with his girth.

  I sucked in air through my teeth and let it out with an “Oohhh…”

  “You OK?” Jeff asked.

  “Yes… don’t stop.”

  I closed my eyes and pushed against the door, and Jeff met me with renewed pressure, slowly forcing his thickness into me, inch by glorious inch. It became difficult to keep track of my surroundings, as all my focus was taken up by the intense sensation of fullness between my legs. It was like I was floating in a warm kind of outer space as I was being fucked for the first time.

  When Jeff’s balls came to rest on my ass, I opened my eyes again, just a little. The world tried to come rushing back in, but Jeff came down to kiss me again, so all I could see was him, and that was just perfect as far as I was concerned.

  His hips stayed motionless as his hand grasped my ass and squeezed, pulling me against him, and his other arm encircled my shoulders. He kissed me deeply as I struggled to get used to the feeling of him inside me.

  Holy fuck… there’s nothing between us. He’s inside of me… where do I stop and where does he begin?

  The answer to that question wasn’t made any clearer when he started to slowly rock his hips. Fiery pleasure further blurred the distinction between the two of us.

  Each stroke of his cock was a fraction of an inch longer than the previous one, until he was almost pulling out of me each time before burying himself completely. I threw my head back and gasped when he bent to kiss my neck, almost climaxing again on the spot at the overload of sensation.

  I wrapped both of my arms around his broad shoulders, holding on for dear life as he gradually increased the pace of his thrusts. My head started banging against the door, but I didn’t care, everything was perfect in the world.

  The way Jeff’s hard cock sawed in and out of me felt like a destiny fulfilled. I was exactly where I was supposed to be, doing exactly what I was supposed to be doing. This overwhelming feeling of love and pleasure couldn’t mean anything else.

  “Yes! Yes!” I panted.

  Jeff took it as a cue to fuck me harder, and the sounds of our bodies slapping together suddenly seemed incredibly loud in the confined space. I was so wet that Jeff’s big cock slid into me with ease despite my virginal tightness, and I felt a now-familiar sensation of increasing ecstasy centered around my clit.

  I squeezed tighte
r with my arms and held on to Jeff with my legs too, pulling him as deeply inside of me as I could, grinding my clit against his pelvis with every thrust. The pleasure grew, and as my orgasm approached, I couldn’t breathe out anymore, instead, I filled my lungs with a series of stuttering gasps until I was almost bursting.

  With a ringing in my ears, I let all the air out in a guttural moan as the pleasure rolled out from between my legs again. My pussy seemed to flutter around Jeff’s cock in a milking motion and from the depths of my climax I heard him groan as his cock twitched and liquid fire spurted inside of me.

  We took all the pleasure we could from each other’s bodies, writhing together like the lust-crazed animals we were, until we collapsed together again. Clumsily, panting, we sought each other’s lips and kissed, putting the final, wonderful touch on my first time.

  I ran my fingers through Jeff’s hair, his hard cock still embedded in my pussy, and listened to what seemed like the most complete silence after the noise of our love-making. I wished I could draw this moment out into infinity.

  All the Juicy Details

  Hazel - Before

  Ella was flicking through a magazine happily on my bed, her legs bent at the knees and her feet waving in the air as she kicked them back and forth. She had a notebook open beside the magazine and was jotting down travel ideas for our gap year that I still hadn’t quite smoothed over with my parents yet.

  To the casual observer, I was doing the same thing she was, looking at magazine articles and figuring out where we should go in our travels. On the inside, however, my mind wasn’t on the job.

  “I’m sorry,” I said.

  “For what?”

  “For… not being around as much this summer. It seems like such a long time since we hung out, just the two of us.”