He just kept pumping me, the rapid buck and thrust of his hips threatening to drive me to permanent distraction. I could already feel his thing tossing off in me, coating my cunt with hot ejaculate. Inevitably, I began to climax, the starting shudders in my loins rippling outwards through me and into the world, each one more potent and pleasurable than the last. He just kept fucking me, so wrapped up in his own pleasure that he was oblivious to mine. That was fine, but for the fact that, after the first three orgasms or so, I was near the point of collapse, my body sheened with sweat, my thighs, back, arms and shoulders feeling sore and fatigued. I moaned, the huge, heavy dog still on top of me, still in me.
With a final groan, I lowered my forequarters to the futon, laying my arms out, my arse still up in the air. He was still gripping me around the waist, but then he just rested his forepaws on the bed, resuming his standing position, his pelvis still hitched into mine from behind. My thighs quivering, I finally let them collapse, but tried to do so as slowly as possible, so as not to hurt him. I didn’t know how he would continue fucking me if I was lying flat on the bed, but my legs were really just about to give out, so I had no choice.
Crying in ecstasy as I collapsed, he barked and let out a little howl of something that was either pain or pleasure, I couldn’t tell which, but either way he was still in me and fucking away, the traction placed on his poor cock at an extreme I’m sure he hadn’t thought possible. He lowered himself to me, crouching in a position that must have been uncomfortable for him, but which still placed a huge amount of traction on his engorged organ of generation. His rear legs flat on the bed between mine, his pelvis still thrusting into me, pulling and pushing his swollen cock in me, the bulge tugging at my cunt lips, he was still clutching my sides with his forelegs. Then, he did what I had feared he would do.
Obviously uncomfortable in the position he had been forced into, he leaned forward and bit me again, right on the neck, but softer this time. I cried out as he took a fold of my flesh in his mouth, tugging at it, his teeth sharp and strong. I shuddered and came almost immediately, the orgasm complete and strong, tearing through my body like molten gold, causing me to shiver and thrust against him and cry and moan and— Holding me with his mouth, forelegs and cock, he shoved brutally at me, trying to push me up, probably, to get me back on my feet.
As much as I wished to comply, I was incapable; my thighs were quivering and were quite incapable of movement at this point, beyond the pleasured twitches which rocked my whole body as I responded biologically to his invasion of my cunt. His grip, tightening, changing positions again, biting harder somewhere else, but none of it did any good. All that happened is that each time he clamped his jaws on me I convulsed with another climax, my cunt now sore along with the rest of my body, but that soreness felt so good; my clitoris swollen and hungry for more.
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