Buster promptly leapt down from the foot of the bed and trotted out of the room with his tail wagging excitedly in elation; he was heading to another part of the house where he could clean his post-coital cock in peace. As he passed the doorframe, the strong beat of his tail hit the edge of the door, causing it to close behind him. His newly bred bitch needed some privacy, after all, thought Buster. As a dazed Jessica lay splayed out on her back in bed, she slowly lifted her throbbing head and sat up on her elbows, bending her left leg at the knee as she surveyed the damage around her. The bottom half of her shirt was soaked with a clear sticky substance that had begun to harden, which Jessica was sure was a result of the copious amount of pre-cum that had continually sprayed her at the beginning of her ordeal. She also noticed a moderate amount of greenish-yellow vomit that had encrusted the top of her shirt. She could feel some caked in her hair and on her face. Fortunately, the stinging in her eyes had abated, no doubt after being cleansed with her tears. She looked between her legs and saw her inner thighs were stained with multiple runny lines of thick, creamy liquid, with a few darker red lines that ran from her groin towards the inside and backs of her thighs and culminating at her knees. She swallowed hard as she felt another mass of gastric juices creep up her throat. Hesitating, she lifted up the hem of her shirt to check the damage underneath. Her white nylon panties were soaked, with a distinct tear visible at the crotch overlying her pussy. The fabric surrounding the rip was discolored by a mixture of small quantities of dark blood and a larger amount of thick semen. Jessica could see and feel sperm continuing to ooze out of the breach in her panties as she sat there. It oozed slowly into a damp pool that was located on the mattress between her thighs and consisted of thick white ejaculate and subtle strands of maroon-colored blood. She could not believe how much cum there was. All of that had been inside her dog’s balls and was emptied out into her pussy. It was a good thing dogs cannot impregnate humans, thought Jessica. She slowly raised herself onto her knees, noting an increased rate from the oozing river of spunk flowing from her vagina as she did so. She slowly worked her way off the bed and limped towards the adjoining bathroom, careful to keep a hand cupped across her soaked vulva to prevent leakage of cum onto the floor as she walked. She gasped when she saw herself in the mirror for the first time, because she looked as bad as she felt. She walked into the shower still wearing her soiled shirt and ruined panties and turned the water on without waiting for it to heat up first. The cold water did little to arouse her as she watched chunks of vomit fall from her hair and mix with the steady stream of seminal fluid leaking from between her pussy lips. She stayed like this for several minutes before finally removing her drenched garments, turning up the heat of the water using the shower handle, and washing herself properly with shampoo and soap. Despite being thorough, Jessica still felt dirty as she stepped out of the shower and wrapped herself in a towel. She blow-dried and brushed her hair for a second time that night and subsequently threw both her shirt and torn panties into the nearby wastebasket. She could still feel an ache in her neck and back, and especially her pussy, but they had improved since taking the shower. She also had a minor headache but was content with a small dose of ibuprofen from the nearby medicine cabinet and a glass of water from the sink. She walked over to her dresser and donned a clean pair of soft pink panties from the drawer and a new night shirt from her closet. She removed the soiled comforter from the bed, rolled it up, and piled it in the corner of the room to be dealt with in the morning. She glanced up and noticed that the head of the mattress was still about 6 inches away from the headboard, so she quickly remedied that with a swift push from the bottom of the mattress. There was no way that she was going to let an episode like that happen again. She would clean the pillows that had imprisoned her during her defloration in the morning as well. As she sat on the side of the bed and reached for a clean blanket under the nightstand, she saw the novel she was reading earlier on the floor. I guess I will have to go rooting around for that bookmark tomorrow too, Jessica thought. Not to mention the private scolding she was going to give Buster tomorrow, as she had no intention of breathing a word of what happened to the rest of her family. Buster had apparently closed the door as he left the room, Jessica noticed, and her brother had since turned his stereo off and went to sleep while she was finishing up her second shower, so she felt no further need to get up and finally prepared for bed. As she picked up her book off the floor, she noticed her flawlessly painted and polished toenails. At least one thing went right tonight, Jessica thought, as she turned out the light, pulled the covers over her head, and quickly fell asleep.
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