I was fainting, in and out of feeling him, of knowing I had welcomed this, and still welcomed it, but I was so bloated, the smell of retching coming up my throat, and I knew I would have to get up and out after him to empty myself: my body couldn`t hold any more cum like this.
They allowed it – a circle of them, how many – but no growling, and I walked, bow-legged, the gush starting within a few metres, but I went as far as I could manage before hunching down, opening my legs and my bowels wide, and, without any strain, let the mass of dog fluids cascade between my thighs and on to the ground, trying to keep myself from being splashed – though what was the point really: my body was full of it, why should outside be any different!
I finished, wished I had a tissue – for some strange reason thinking I was still different to dogs, who never used tissues to my knowledge – and I even managed a small laugh.
Bowing to get back inside the lean-to, I wondered if this was rest period, and we`d all lie down and sleep.
That small idea was quashed when a muzzle pushed at my anus, licking, clearly not offended, even enjoying, the tastes and smells there, while another was doing the same to my legs, actually tickling me.
It was then I saw a fully black dog standing, tail swishing up and away from a presented anus: offered to me was it?
Not having fucked a dog before – had I, no – I wasn`t even sure of sizes, but if females could take knots and long male dogs` cocks, I assumed a male`s hole might be big enough for my, probably smaller, man-sized cock.
I was shoved from behind, a rather aggressive muzzle at me, so I went to my knees and manhandled my cock towards the puckered, opening and closing hole.
But I wasn`t fully hard, so I had to squeeze my shaft and head to even push it to start inside, but, once it was in, my shaft was sucked at to follow it, and this internal masturbation stimulated me to grow, and I found the cavern was big enough certainly to fit me, and I began to slide in and out and fuck this new dog, holding his haunches and doing the motions myself, as a dog did to me.
As a dog now did to me, as both me and the dog I was in bore the weight of a new body on my back, pushing me over more prone, and thrust a sharp-pointed cock at me and in me.
I was in my first threesome – well, first with 2 males, and could only have wished for milk-filled tits to give me sustenance, and I could have coped with all this for longer, but I was flagging, and it was all I could do to fuck until I finally emptied my balls inside my first male arse, and easily slipped out, and he easily slipped away, leaving me to crash down while getting truly harshly fucked in my own rear, with a bulbous gland pushing in now, hurting my already tender and stretched hole.
But this dog was aggressive, also fully black, and it was rape now, and he hunched and moved and got himself going faster, and his cock reached its stiff full hardness, and he was thrusting hard as he began filling me, and he put his muzzle down to me, licked hard along my back, nipped though lightly with his teeth, and took ownership of me, of my arse, for his own pleasure – and I had always, nearly always, thought it was just an instinctual act they performed on me, but this dog was telling me more than that with his cock and teeth: this was just the first time.
I didn`t know when he finally finished and pulled hard from me: though that stirred me into a squeak, I was basically unconscious and supine on the ground, wet under me, but in no fit state to care.
Not dismissed, a muzzle nipped at my buttocks until I raised them enough for a cock to get in my hole; I needed it to end now, but it didn`t, and this cock and another had their way with my arse, bloated again now, the ground soaked under me: enough nutrients to grow it fast enough to cover me, I dreamed, but when the body came back on top of me, clawed forepaws digging into my ribs and teeth nipping and tongue licking at my back, I knew the big rapist was back for more.
I whimpered; he growled. I tried to turn and grovel at his paws, and he did let me turn on to my back, but not to rise, not to kowtow before him, but only to bring his mouth to mine, open it, and push under my chin, so I knew he wanted me to kiss him in obeisance and surrender, and so I woke enough to bring my hands to caress his coat and hold his jowls, making cooing sounds of the love I had to feel for him, and I stuck my tongue in with his big, broad one, and made love to it with mine and with my lips, even holding it very, very gently in my teeth, as I capitulated and murmured “whatever you want; I am yours” and he appeared to understand and growled sweetly – if that`s possible – and even lathed me with his tongue on my face.
But his cock was no less aggressive, and hadn`t become smaller, and his knot was still big.
An onion I thought of it, a big brown onion which brought tears to my eyes as he stuffed it in me, and began to reach full erection, bunching up against my opened thighs, and I even wrapped my legs around his haunches to help him: just so he would come faster, finish faster, get out faster…go away faster…
Part 6
I was almost fucked again after him, but I heard growling and a yelp, and all went quiet.
The black came alongside me and pushed his muzzle under my ribs; I groaned, I didn`t want to move, but he was relentless until I did my best to get up in small stages.
He pulled my clothes to me in his teeth, so: I was meant to dress…
He walked beside me, pushing, pulling me, as I stumbled to my car; I had to stop at a well and pour water on my face with a ladle, and gave him a drink in a bowl, seemingly meant for the dogs, down at ground level, wincing at the bending over.
At the car, I sat in my seat, found a pack of wet wipes I carried and rubbed my face and neck, needing to be awake for the 10 minute drive home.
I looked at the clock: almost 04.00; god, I`d been having sex since sunset, without a break. Who would believe me!
The black jumped up over my lap and onto the passenger seat, curling down into a ball and closing his eyes; clearly, he was coming with me.
There was a Police checkpoint set up, but it was on the other side of the divided road, probably breath-testing late night/early morning revellers.
I had no fears of that, hadn`t had a beer for just ever, and whilst they might have looked strangely at my appearance, `just out for a late ride with my dog, Officer` should have been enough.
At home, parking without much care, I was relieved to not see my wife`s discarded shoes, or any other different ones: she was out.
I filled a bowl with water, gave him 3 dog biscuits, which he wolfed down at least, and tiredly, exhaustedly, stripped my clothes off and went into my shower, cleaning my teeth slowly, eyes closed, almost asleep except for the cold water cascading over my head and body.
I opened my eyes to put my toothbrush in its holder, and found the black sitting in the doorway, watching me, tongue lolling out.
I shampooed and soaped and rinsed, and rinsed again, my body worn out beyond anything ever felt before, though at least it was totally empty now, as hard as I had tried to make it so, there was nothing left, just the feeling of distension in my entire abdomen and pelvis and digestive and waste systems.
Drying perfunctorily, I turned off the light, drank a glass of water, too tired to sit through a beer, though my body craved one, and didn`t even brush my hair, walking very slowly to my bed, and finding the black already taking up half of it.
I lay down with him, stroking his fluffy fur, fondling his ears, feeling him twitch and his muscles ripple when I caressed down his flanks.
“Are you staying long” I asked him; “it`s ok, but let`s get some sleep now” and I turned on my side, spooned back against his side, and let my eyes close, finally…
For a moment only, as I felt his haunches bunch and his dick out, probing for me, even though we were in this totally unnatural position.
Amazingly, my body was so comfortable like this, I responded, opening my thighs, reaching behind me to push his hind legs in tight, and let him jab until he found my hole, and I helped him move in, helped him knot with me, helped him rock to and fro, helped him fuck me like a man can do with a woman, and he gave me the slowest, gentlest, and most sensuous fucking I had ever had from a dog, sliding him in and back and in, and his cock was so very beautiful, his preparatory cum so very wonderful to feel again, my body ignored the aches and exhaustion, and I felt pure bliss as his ejaculation began in earnest, and I helped him keep it slow and filling, and I didn`t mind how long we did this copulating, it was so very wonderful!
Epilogue:
I woke with the same smile, I thought, as when I had fallen asleep, still knotted with him, a foreleg over my ribs cradling me, and my arm behind me holding him.
I was facing the clock hung on the wall: 10.30, but not enough sleep or recovery time for me, and willed myself to go back to a dreamland of no dreams, just sleep.
But the black sensed my wakefulness, and I sensed his cock grow, and, given he was still inside me, I pulled him as I rolled to my front, and he slipped his hind legs behind me as I rose to my knees, and I gave him his natural position for a morning fuck.
I smiled through my sleepiness; he was clearly younger than me, with virility to match, and he appeared to have found his mate.
I wasn`t sure, however, how faithful he could be, or how long I could take 3 or 4, or multiple, fucks in one night, if he wanted or needed every night, and if his home was the temple pack, when would he decide to go there?
These were questions of a fearful lover, afraid of losing their partner, but they weren`t questions for now, so I moved my pelvis and joined in his making of love, and welcomed the day to come.
(End of Chapter 2….
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