Ohhh, you’re a horny doggy, aren’t you…? I said as I got out from beneath him. He turned on me and put his forepaws on my shoulders, trying to mount me from the front. I gasped and fell back, and he was upon me instantly, his thing flailing lustfully at me. I laughed and slid back as he lowered himself, trying desperately to push it against me, he was so randy.
Myself on my hands and knees, waiting for him to do what came next. He did it, and quickly, too. Leaping upon me, he mounted my arse just as if I was a female dog, his muscular forelegs clutching my waist, his crotch pressed to my arse. I could feel the probing tip of his organ back there, and lowered my head, shuddering with the expectation. God damn, but he was huge, and he was going to go all in me…
His warm, furry body over mine, I felt the tip of his thing right there, at that place, and then— With a pleased whine, he stuck it in, just the tip, and then he shoved the whole damn thing in, all of right up to the bulge, only that huge thing not quite in me yet. Shifting his weight from one leg to another, balancing himself on my arse, he began making strong, sure thrusts.
Then, with one final gathering of motion, he brutally rammed it in, knot and all. I cried out, tossing my head up, his moist snout touching the back of my head through my hair. Once that thing at the base of his cock was in me all the way, things really took off. First, I could feel it engorging further, until it was so big I thought I would cry, I was so full. Second, he started jack hammering me like crazy, his back arched, his strong hips thrusting his thing powerfully into me, my clitoris so stimulated and abused by his motions and his dick that I thought I would die.
And then his arrow tip opened my cervix, I could feel about an inch of his dong in my womb. It was my first time; I’d felt it open in sex. Then it was happening: I was spasming around him, his thing squirting inside me, spewing warm, watery juice into me, and my whole midriff was tightening up, as if preparing for a blow, and my cunt was contracting, gripping him, and I threw my head back, an involuntary cry escaping my lips as I went into the final spasm, and I was there, and I— His searingly hot thing tossing off inside of me, his warm furry body clenched to mine, I came; not once, but again and again, his prick pulsing and throbbing in me as it tossed off, squirting over and over, his forelegs clutching my ribs so tightly and so close I could feel his claws, his chin pressed to my back just behind my head, so close that when I tossed my head in ecstasy, I felt the coolness of his nose against my neck.
My voice hoarse, my body covered in sweat, I just crouched on my hands and knees, letting him take my body for as long as he wanted. Now each of the human males came over in turn to stick their cock in my mouth, my husband led the way and he came so quickly, the other two lasted a bit longer.
And it was a long time, too; I had no idea how long at the time, but when we were done I found out it had been almost half-an hour. Yelping and whining, he pulled away from me, his thing much, much smaller, but no less red, and it was still dripping and squirting. I groaned, and wanted to collapse right there, when I heard a sound.
Marty, snapping his fingers at me. I looked up to see him mouthing, Suck it at me. I groaned again, and fell into a sitting position, Bruno’s semen streaming out of me as I did so. Bruno didn’t bother looking up at me, more intent on licking his still-oozing organ. I took care of that quickly enough. Lowering my head, I put my mouth on the tip, and he quit licking, content to let me do it for him. Sliding my mouth further and further down him, I took in more and more of his bright pink shaft, his flesh hot, and semi-stiff. He was still ejaculating, though surely not as much as he had while we were conjoined. His prick tasted salty and musky, and I could taste myself on it.
Taking in the whole shaft but for the bulge, I wrapped my hand around that and began jerking it off. Once I tightened my grasp, he let out a pleasured whine and lay back, obviously familiar with what I was doing to him. His semen output increased immediately. How the hell much could one dog come, anyway?!? He groaned and shuddered, his hips shaking and twisting occasionally, my head between his doglegs, his cock in my mouth. He just kept squirting and squirting, so I just kept sucking and sucking. I swallowed most of his semen, but knew it would be good for the show for the 3 guys if I let some dribble out of my mouth and down my chin occasionally.
My cunt sore and dripping, I sucked and sucked at him, working him off using both my mouth and my hands. I was leaning over him, and every once and a while I would feel his fur against my left nipple; it felt nice, and that nipple soon stiffened in expectation of further touches. It was several minutes before he was finally done. I mean, my god! I couldn’t believe it! He had fucked me for like, half an hour, ejaculating the whole time, and here I was, working him off into my mouth, his thing still tossing off — I couldn’t believe that anything could come so copiously, and for so long…
When he was done, he lifted his head and whined, looking up at me as I struggled to keep sucking his shrinking organ. It was going flaccid in my grasp, but not entirely flaccid: I had already noticed earlier that there was a thin bone inside, and this kept it stiff and upright, if not turgid.
Either way, the bulge had slackened, and my gentle tugs and sucks were no longer eliciting juice. I kept it up anyway, trying to bring him back, but it was no use, and he just whined at me piteously. I let him go, and he immediately fell to —very gently— licking his penis clean.
I lay back, my cunt still feeling tingly and hot and sore and dripping with doggie cum and my own juices, My thighs felt so wet. Then my husband David was there, his face pushed up against my sopping pussy his tongue pushing inside me, I gasped, spreading my legs for him and moaning. He licked at me until I was completely clean, all traces of Doggie sperm gone, except for that which was too deep for his tongue to reach.
I was exhausted, yet it was only just over 90 minutes since we started. I was vaguely aware of Ben and Marty saying that was one of the best K9 sessions, they’d seen.
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