Spirit got into his rapid pace of humping as my rectal muscles slowly began to relax. I could feel my asshole open up and accept his size. The pain turned to pleasure as he rapidly stroked in and out of me, just as he had done when he fucked my pussy. I reached back and found my vacant cunt and smeared my juices on to his shaft to help with the lubrication. I then frantically rubbed my clit. I wanted to cum before he did so I could concentrate on his orgasm when it arrived. In no time, I got myself off with my fingers, and had a breathtaking orgasm. Spirit never slowed down and kept pounding away during and after I had climaxed. But my orgasm was not important. I was here to give him his last one.
My rectum had finally relaxed enough for me to comfortably tolerate Spirit’s cock in my ass. I knew he was getting close to finishing. I began to feel soft spurts of jizz as he unloaded into my bowels. It was a tighter fit there, so it was even more sensitive. I was in bliss. He was filling me with doggie cum. My bliss soon turned to panic as I felt him try to shove his knot into my relaxed asshole. I started squirming, and yelling at him to stop, but it was no use. He continued and soon buried his knot in my butt. I was in pain and could not move. I could feel his cock pulsing in my ass and with each pulse of his organ, more sperm was being injected into me. So, here I was, with a huge dog knot stuck in my ass. My colon was full of dog dick and sperm, and even as the pain was subsiding, I was helpless and trapped. The idea of being too full of cock and cum suddenly induced another explosive orgasm. That last climax sucked all the energy from me, and I collapsed underneath my hairy mate. As I lay there, Spirit continued to shoot tiny jets of cum, with every pulse, into me. Eventually he was played out from his exertion and rested his head on my shoulder. Now, all I could do was wait for his knot to deflate.
I lost track of the time and don’t know how long it took before Spirit pulled out of me. When he did, it sounded like a cork coming out of a bottle. I had one last bit of debauchery yet to perform on Spirit before the night was over. After he pulled out of my ass, I flipped over on my back and scooched under him. I positioned my mouth in front of his huge dick and lovlngly began to suck it clean. The taste was pleasant considering it just came out of my ass, so I guess the doggie cum must mask any other taste. Spirit obediently stood still as I licked and sucked him. It was my last act of servitude to this wonderful K9 lover. I can’t believe this is our last time together. I will miss him. I finished cleaning his cock with my mouth and got up. I did not rinse off, on purpose. I stayed naked and drove home. I quietly crawled into bed, still dirty and naked, and snuggled against my husband. I was hoping he would detect a new aroma on me when he woke up. I was ready to share my deviant behavior with my husband to see if it re-kindled his sexual interests. I can hardly wait for morning.
Chapter 4
The readers will remember that I found out that Spirit, my new dog lover, was in the process of being adopted out by the shelter that I volunteer at. This was heartbreaking news to me. Part of the procedure for adoption is to have the animals neutered before being taken by the new family. I could not imagine Spirit no longer living at the shelter, and worse yet, fixed so that he could no longer have sex. That had been why I snuck back into the shelter late Thursday night to have another experience with him. It was a glorious session of intense bestiality. As I left the shelter, I stayed naked and did not hose off on purpose, to add to my debauchery. I drove home and crawled into bed with my sleeping husband, Frank, to see if my aroma and freshly fucked condition would stir him up when he woke.
I spooned against Frank and rubbed my bare ass against his crotch. His jockey shorts separated me from him. I was just too buzzed to fall asleep. The wetness of my abused asshole and excited cunt was dampening his shorts and the sheets. I laid there re-living, in my mind, how wonderful it had felt earlier this evening when I was being impaled by Spirit’s dick. The visions in my mind were making me all hot and bothered again and I had to get some relief.
I slipped my hand into Frank’s shorts and found his flaccid penis. I cupped it and lightly squeezed him. I gently stroked him until I felt it growing in size. I had not held Frank’s penis in my hand for months. He had just not been interested. So, I was encouraged that my light touch had begun to stir his arousal.
I fished his hardening dick through the opening in his shorts, then shifted my hips so that his dick lined up with my crotch. I spread my legs a bit and then began stroking my wet gash with his shaft. It felt glorious to re-live my sex romp with Spirit by using my husband’s hard prick as my sex toy. I was lost in thought and kennel imagery when suddenly Frank woke up. His body tensed up as he realized that he was being rubbed against my cunt with my hand. His sleepiness suddenly left him as the pleasure he was feeling began to sink into his brain. Frank began kissing my neck and nuzzling me as I continued to use him as my toy. He reached around and grabbed one of my breasts and found the nipple. He knows how sensitive I am, and he began tweaking it softly. He whispered hoarsely into my ear asking what had gotten me so stirred up. I broke off my grip of his manhood, pushed him on to his back and crawled on top of him. I impaled myself on to his stiff dick and eased down on it to fill my cunt, which was gushing with my wetness.
I looked down at Frank from and told him the whole story of my crazy experiences of having sex with a dog at the kennel. As I relayed the story, I slowly raised and lowered myself onto Frank’s cock. It was harder and stiffer than I ever remember it being, as he silently absorbed the story of my sexual deviancy. He was dumbstruck at the tale and had not uttered a word to interrupt me. When I got to the part of the story where Spirit knotted me and filled me with dog cum, Frank suddenly came alive. It was if he had an electrical charge go off in his brain. He flipped me over and crawled behind me. He got into doggie position and shoved his large stiff cock back into my waiting cunt. My face was buried in the sheets as I urgently growled out for “Spirit” to fuck me. Frank took the cue and viciously pounded his manhood into my gushing slit. I have never felt Frank’s cock reach so deep inside me. It was as though he were in competition with my dog lover and had to re-claim my cunt for himself. I did not care what Frank’s motivation was, because for the second time tonight I was receiving the fucking of a lifetime.
Frank grabbed a fistful of my hair and used it as leverage to forcefully tug my body back against his dick. By this time, I had lost count of the orgasms which had erupted from my loins. I was exhausted and could hardly support myself on my knees as Frank’s body pounded into me. I could feel his intensity increase and knew his climax was pending. He erupted inside me with a splooge of cum. I could feel several spurts of spunk hitting my vagina walls. His orgasm was as intense, as when he was 20 years old. He hoarsely barked out some incoherent profanity as the last of his jizz was deposited in me. We both collapsed, entangled as one, and our heartbeats pounded together in unison.
Those lovely moments of Frank draped over me, and our sweat and sex juices co-mingling, brought back intense memories of how our sex life used to be. I had missed this fun that we used to have. I did not know if it was my story of fucking a dog that turned Frank on so much, or if it was just the novelty of me taking charge. As Frank’s shaft began to soften, it slipped from my slick cunt. My pussy began oozing out the spunk that Frank had injected into me, along with my own cunt juices. My asshole was leaking some of Spirit’s remaining cum which dripped down and blended in with my pussy juice. My fingers slipped into my opening, and I dipped out the mixture for a quick taste. It was delicious.
Now the tricky part. Frank was laying there on his back, trying to catch his breath. I leaned on my elbows and kissed him deeply. I pulled back and hesitantly asked him what he thought of my nasty story about the dog in the kennel. Frank looked at me and said, “Emily, that was the most erotic tale I have ever heard”. The fact that I had the courage to tell him, and then come home and fuck him right after I had been fucked in the kennel, was mind-blowing. He wanted to hear the story again, with more details this time. It was a huge relief for me to hear Frank talk about it so positively. Frank and I both have discovered a new kink that neither of us even knew about.
I re-lived both evenings at the kennel as I told Frank the entire story of what led up to the carnal activities at the kennel, and tonight’s fucking at home. I told him that I felt uncontrollably compelled to go back to the kennel when I learned that Spirit would soon be neutered. Frank started to get physically aroused again as I described stripping off my clothes and slipping into the kennel. He groaned audibly, as he imagined me naked in the concrete enclosure. Frank was mentally with me, moment to moment, from the time I began to get Spirit aroused, to when he speared me with his beastly shaft. When I told Frank that Spirit had fucked me in the ass rather my cunt, Frank uttered an oh my gawd under his breath. Frank always wanted to get me to do anal sex, but he was too timid to ask. And a dog beat him to it. But because of that dog, Frank knew he now had free rein to fuck my ass. The night was just getting better and better.
We both were exhausted and fell back into our pillows. Frank was wearily staring at the ceiling fan as it rotated, and just casually said, “Good thing there are no security cameras in the kennel….right?”
Chapter 5
Frank had inadvertently come up with a question about security cameras that had not occurred to me. I did not know if there were any cameras anywhere. It had never come up in discussions with the paid staff of the shelter, and I had not bothered to look for any cameras on the walls. Panic slowly began to creep in on me as I thought how damaging to my reputation it could be if the management of the animal shelter found out about my tryst with Spirit. And if there was digital video evidence of the event, it was even worse.
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