The Dog Who Brought Dinner - Chapter 2 - Sex Stories

The Dog Who Brought Dinner - Chapter 2

... 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 ...