“But, you have to fuck me by return” she said, sighing as I emptied her little by little.
Her boobs wouldn`t fit in my mouth, and they had raised my cock`s excitement level as I drank, feeling as if I was replenishing my strength, and she had a point: quid pro quo.
She pushed a hand inside my shorts` waistband, where my prick was lying between us, and she pushed the material down; `ok` I thought, and I undid the rest of her buttons as my mouth stayed on her tit, and pulled her dress aside, and her panties down until she sat up and wrenched them off very quickly: “get inside” she moaned, pulling me on top, my mouth back to her other tit, and my body on hers, on top, my cock burrowing.
My cock could fuck a female cunt on `automatic`, because my concentration was on her milk, but she seemed immediately satisfied, and she was already wet and my prick slid in and out and back again very easily.
But then my wife came back downstairs, and she wanted some attention too: in return for sucking one of Emma`s breasts, she wanted me to fuck her too.
I didn`t want her sucking milk!
She lay on my bed beside Emma, her mouth ready, so I pulled out of Emma and immediately pushed it hard into my wife, almost jumping across Emma to get to her – Amy was still sleeping on the other side safely – and I jammed my mouth on my wife`s breast, and sucked as if she too had milk for me.
I fucked her hard for a minute, bit on her nipples and gave her an orgasm: I was rather proud of that accomplishment!
But I wanted Emma satisfied, and so I swapped again, sucking milk and giving her my cock back, and fucking her hard and rather mercilessly, until I gave her the reason to spurt fluids at me from another orifice, and while milk spurted in my mouth, she wet my prick – and my mattress, yet again.
“If you can do that every time, you can have my milk every time” Emma said before they left me and went upstairs to shower, leaving a sleeping Amy with me to watch over her.
Then they went out for dinner.
Part 5
For 2 weeks, Emma and Amy came every day, and so I had a regular supply of milk to feed me, and a regular emptying of my balls.
But, every day, every night, I waited for `my` dogs to come to my home.
One afternoon, I went to a temple and remembered my best friend, died these many years past.
After sitting inside for a while, I went outside the walls and sat on a wooden bench with a beer and cigarette.
Another single man was also sitting there; we swapped pleasantries a little, as I watched a large group of dogs a few metres away, sitting, lying, licking, looking: at me, at us.
They had a patch of grass to themselves and clearly lived here, perhaps in the temple compound, a normal residence for many dogs.
One male came over to the other man, in between his legs, nuzzling his groin.
I watched, my own cock hardening, wanting.
The other man looked at me, smiling; “They are all friendly: I come here quite often for a petting, and play with them, though generally around the corner there – where it is very private behind the wall” and his tone and various emphases were conveying a meaning I could easily understand, as he indicated where `there` was.
2 dogs stood, stretched, arched their backs, and ambled over – to me, their ball sacks, actually on all of them, hanging down slackly and bouncing and bobbing as they walked.
One motley white/grey shoved his muzzle between my legs, but up the open underside of my shorts, his tongue coming out to lick the back of my thigh, his head almost hidden in there.
The other jumped his forepaws on to my lap, where they slid into my groin; his breath was awful, but I would never push a dog away because of that.
The man said “Today, I can`t stay, but it seems to me the dogs will be fine – with a new friend; I`ll see you again, perhaps….” We exchanged a wai and he walked to a car and drove off, the dog, who seemed to be his personal favourite, receiving a final cuddle of his ears.
The dog in my shorts pulled his head out, looked at me and began walking away, looking back; the dog in my lap did the same, and I stood, checking if people were watching: there were some food trolleys nearby, but the owners/workers seemed preoccupied, so I followed the 2 dogs along a trodden path through some trees and around the corner of the wall, the evening light fading as I trod carefully.
There was a small lean-to, like a dry spot for the dogs perhaps, when the rains came.
I felt a muzzle behind my leg: 2 more dogs were behind me, joining the parade as I bowed down under the low roof and went inside, unafraid, excited even at this new experience looming.
One dog behind poked at my bottom, and I knew my place, so I went down to my hands and knees, thankful there was still soft grass as something of a cushion, and I pulled my shirt up and off, and pushed my shorts and underpants down my legs and off also, bundling them and putting aside.
Now I was naked and available to them, 4 of them, all males, all now appearing aroused, all with dicks appearing, only able to really see these because they glistened in the faint light still available.
Just then lights came on over the temple compound wall, not shining out here, but more light was thrown over us, and it made it somewhat easier to see what the dogs might be planning, and who might be first…
Surprising me, the white/grey came to my mouth, but not my mouth: his muzzle went over my head, pushing me down until I was looking at his dick emerging; heavens, he wanted a cock-sucking, I thought, so I stretched towards his loins as he now sat back on his haunches, and I moved so I could put my mouth to his tip, and lick him, finding him oozing pre-lubricant onto my tongue: it was palatable, but watery.
Another mounted my back, and banged at me a few times before his cock found my rosebud, where he jabbed and entered.
I groaned at this first, dry time, and my mouth opened for my grey`s dick to come inside, growing as I closed my lips and cheeks around it, swallowing his fluid while sucking him; he shuffled forward, pushing more inside, still growing now, and I felt his knot hit my lips, wanting entry, but I couldn`t possibly fit that in my mouth: I would suffocate!
I held his knot outside, breathed through my nose as I closed my mouth and teeth over his shaft, and he must have felt locked and sealed in me, as he grew and began ejaculating into my throat, my tongue working along his dick, feeling the smoothness and feeling the amazing bursts of his offering as it travelled along his shaft and out the tip down to my stomach.
Groaning in joy, I hardly felt the knot enter me from behind, but I did feel the dog lying down, his Scotchbrite tongue washing on my own hardened cock, his jowls closing over it, sucking my leaking pre-cum.
I felt the ejaculation, however, as the dog up my rectum expanded his larger cock inside me, pushing my anal sides wider, and began his mating with a useless male man.
My grey kept pumping, jumping even; but I couldn`t let his knot inside, and as he dwindled sports to an ooze, he must have felt as if he had completed his task, and he slipped his shaft out and away, my tongue dragging along it, cleaning him a fraction, as I sucked his remnants down into my belly, and enjoyed the after-taste left in my mouth.
The dog sucking my dick seemed content as he was, so I expected the 4th dog to come to my mouth, as it seemed these were versatile, experienced dogs in all sorts of sex; I wondered how they`d learned, who had taught them?
I had suspicions, but they would remain unspoken and unwritten.
In quite a short time, the knot released me and slid out, and now I knew what the final – was it the final – dog wanted: to get his cock straight in, seal me off very fast, and add his sperm to the first dog`s, and have it splashing around, mixing, expecting puppies of mixed breed and colour? I wondered if this was why dogs who lived around temples often seemed of mongrel breeds, and mixed, nondescript, colouring.
Perhaps it was just a question of limited time, a need for fast couplings when a rare female appeared – as I hadn`t seen one outside at all.
Then again, a sensible in-heat female would hardly come fawning around a whole pack of horny males, would she – though I was here as a substitute.
The cock in my bottom hammered at me, his knot tight inside, and his sperm was coming at a rapid rate, and my own balls lurched now and sent a few jets of my own semen on to the muzzle, tongue, and in the mouth of my own cock-sucking dog.
He licked and swallowed I guess, but not for long and pushed my abdomen up – a painfully filling abdomen and bowels – as his head left me and maybe he got in line, because a new cock was in me as soon as the last knot wilted enough to leave, a gush of cum following out of me, but the new cock pushing it in as a new copulation began on my tiring body.
I went down with my head to the ground to ease the pain on my arms; none of the dogs had been heavy on me, but it was a long time I had been on my hands or arms and knees, and grass was soft, but hardly cushioning.
Quickly throwing my leg over the dog, I spun my arse over and held him as I lay now on my back, and he was still locked with me, even if this new position surprised him, and I took the place of his hind legs by putting my hands to his haunches and moving him, stimulating the movement of his cock as he ejaculated and fed me a new mixture of sperm.
At least I was more comfortable, and his natural fucking movement was continuing, so he seemed ok with this, and I sighed.
When he withdrew, I closed my eyes for a few moments, feeling the cum gushing out like a waterfall, and I idly wondered if this was why the grass grew well here: nurtured by millions of small fish and cum and man`s bodily fluids too.
A pair of forelegs came on to my chest, and I looked down to see the white/grey, clearly recovered, as he moved his body forward and into me, as if experienced doing it this unnatural – for a dog – way.
Now his knot did enter me, and I was thankful I had kept it from my mouth, because his was largest of all – so far or last one, I wondered – and it hurt stretching me, but it was an inexorable part of fucking, and I caressed his ears even as tears welled in my eyes.
He also needed a long fucking, or second time around, his balls took longer to ejaculate, a la my own, and his shaft was bigger round than the others too, and I felt every wrinkly or smooth crease of it as it went way inside me, until finally he let go of the blasts of sperm, and added his, surely more potent, to the mix of others.
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