MY DOGS I - A Night at the Kennels - Chapters 6-8 - Sex Stories

MY DOGS I - A Night at the Kennels - Chapters 6-8

CHAPTER 1.6 - One More Round

I smiled and tried to move with Mac still on my back. Mac hugged me with both of his front legs and tried to keep his balance with his hind legs while I was moving. I turned my head and looked at him. These eyes. My heart melted. I kissed him… a deep, long kiss. I just loved to suck on his teeth, suck on his tongue, lick his flews… “This was the best fuck I ever had… not even close. You are the best fuck, Mac”. I kissed his nose and Mac licked my face.

How long till he could get this thing out of me? I still liked feeling his cock inside me and I loved how gentle he was with me, careful not to pull out before his erection and bulb softened up. But I also needed to stretch, change my position, and do anything but be on my hands and knees with a 120-pound dog on my back.

I crawled towards Gandhi, dragging Mac with me. Every time I moved forward I felt his bulb tearing at my pussy… I was dripping cum from my pussy and wished I could keep it all inside. I put my head on Gandhi’s head and whispered to him “Thank you for feeding your bitch so well, buddy”. I bit his nose and he answered with a short, slightly annoyed bark. Followed by a long lick across my face and I caught his tongue with my lips and gave it a quick suck and another little bite. “Come on, you big baby, I’m not finished with you.” I propped up his head against my tummy, reached around his giant chest, his short legs hanging over my arms, and pulled. Gandhi whelped and wiggled ...

... around. I looked over my shoulder, Mac’s head resting softly against my neck. Someone was obviously a bit exhausted. “You could help a bit, couldn’t you?”. A quick pecker on my cheek and his head was back on my shoulder, his legs hugging me, both paws on my breasts, scratching my nipples with his thick nails. I pulled harder. Another whelp. I looked down. Gandhi was halfway through the narrow gate, but his cock was sticking through one of the bars. Damn. I can’t pull more or… can this thing break off? Can you break a dog’s cock? I didn’t know… but I was pretty sure that it would hurt if I pulled more. I crouched down, sweat running down my temples, forcing Mac down on his ass while his cock was still tied to my pussy. Great, now I had managed to make both my dogs uncomfortable. My dogs.

Gandhi started moving, pushing his short front legs against the bars, turning halfway, and kicking his hind legs… he made it an inch forward. I watched his big cock bend. Poor baby… but he kicked more, turned left and right, his cock was now bent backward towards his tail… it looked painful, like really, really painful… but it seemed he didn’t care and kicked and pulled and turned more. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled… hard… his cock was bent all the way back, pointing away from me into the other kennel… “Come on, you big lump o’ meat… one more… one… two… three…” I pulled with all the strength I had left (which wasn’t a lot) and Gandhi bucked like a wild horse… and then he just slid ...