Interspecie Breeding

This story is not based on any actual event or person. All characters and all parts of the story are completely fictional. Viewer discretion is advised.



“Huff, huff, a~ah…” A male voice was drifting from a cracked bedroom door. “Ngh, huh, huh, uh…”
The male voice was grunting, huffing, even straining a little bit. Aside from his voice, there was just quiet. It appeared to be mid-morning, with sunlight coming in from the eastern side of the ranch-style home. The bedroom was on the eastern side, and a stream of sunlight was peeking from the bedroom door that was left ajar. In the hallway in front of the door, lay the family dog Duke, a large, solid black purebred German shepherd.
Inside the bedroom, a man in his early thirties with jet black hair was lying on top of his partner. His hair was jet black, and sweat glistened on his shoulders. He was completely naked, as was his partner. Beneath him, the small female had her legs wrapped around his waist as he pounded into her.

“Oh, God, Jenna! I love you so much!” he cried in ecstasy as he humped at Jenna. She was not making any sounds, save for the occasional grunt or forced moan. He didn’t seem to notice or care that the poor girl was completely faking her ecstasy. He had her in a missionary position, her legs around his waist, and his thighs folded up underneath her upper legs, supporting her lower body as he fucked her. He thrust in and out of her, his penis lubricated by a mixture of their juices. The only sounds in the room were of his grunting and his penis slipping in and out of her, his balls slapping against her ass as he fucked her.
“I’m gonna cum, Jenna! I’m gonna cum!” he shouted as he gathered her up into his arms and leaned backwards, pulling her into his lap. Her hair was long, easily waist-length, and the color of an autumn day. It was a lovely golden color, with streaks of red and lighter blond. He tangled his hands into her hair, moaning her name into it. It was at that moment that his penis erupted, sending streams of his warm cum into her battered pussy. He slowed his movements to gentle grinding, attempting to milk every last drop of his seed into her.
Jenna hadn’t uttered a word, but she kept her arms and legs wrapped around him, petting his hair and touching his muscles with her slender fingers. “Did you enjoy that, Mark? Do you enjoy filling my pussy?” The man she called Mark simply nodded into her hair, gasping a little for breath as his heartbeat slowed.
“I have to get ready for work. I enjoyed you this morning.” Mark leaned back and kissed her, then he pulled his now softened penis from her pussy, a thin string of cum attaching the head of his penis to her soaked pussy hole.

When Mark left the room to gather his clothes for a shower, Jenna lay there, staring out the window across from their bed. This man didn’t care a thing for her pleasure, only for his. They had been married for less than a year, and it was his family’s idea, not hers nor his. Of course, he didn’t care one way or another as long as he got his morning sex. He worked from noon til late at night, and she worked late at night til morning. Usually after the sex, she would immediately go to sleep so that she could be awake later that evening for work. Instead, this morning, she sat up in bed and looked to the bedroom door. Her beloved Duke had poked his head into the bedroom and was looking at her intently, his head tilted a little sideways.

“Well, good morning, Dukey boy. I didn’t see you there.” The dog approached the bed and licked Jenna’s hand. She smiled and got up from the bed, taking tissues from the nightstand to mop up the glob of cum that Mark had left on the bed. When she stood up, Duke sniffed at her still sopping wet pussy, then licked his lips. She patted him on the head again and tossed the tissues, then pulled on a pair of panties, a pair of lounge-around shorts, and a t-shirt. She walked to the bathroom door and knocked with her knuckles before shouting, “I’m going to go to the garage and do some garden work.” Mark didn’t reply, but she heard him singing in the shower, so she figured it didn’t matter.