Saturday

(Keywords: Petgirl, F/M, F/M-Dogs, Anal, Cum, Toys)

This story is, by "popular" request, a continuation of the short fantasy recorded in topic #127705. (I'm not allowed to post links yet, waaah! :lol: )

You should, if you are willing, probably take a minute to read that first; so as to set the scene.

Please note - as with all my stories - that, though they tend to star yours truly in a fairly realistic incarnation, the experiences related within are, sadly, almost entirely fictional, and not always entirely possible, nor neccesarily intended to be realized.

I dedicate this story to my boyfriend, though he may never get to read it, being generally ignorant of the marvelous depths (heights?) of my depravity. Do not, however, let that stop you from imagining yourself to be the one from whose perspective this tale is written!

Lastly, for those who persevere to this last paragraph of tedious prologue, I would like to thank BF member Loose Nut for providing motivation – albeit in the form of a few chauvinistic slaps on my butt – and you, gentle reader, for bearing with me.

:heart::heart::heart:,
Esther

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It's saturday morning, and a glorious light, muted by the curtains, colors the world hidden behind your eyelids in wholesome shades of gold. But it was not the light that roused you. Instead, you find yourself dragged back into the world of the living in the most pleasant manner yet devised by humankind: something soft and warm nuzzling at your flaccid, but stirring cock; throwing in the occasional lick. You savor this sensation for a few lingering moments, pretending yet to be asleep, though parts of you are certainly wide awake, and quickly hardening. Only then do you open your eyes.

The sight that greets you is both adorable and arousing, albeit in an deviant sort of way: a small-but-not-slight, somewhat tomboyish, but ample-chested girl, with a shock of short, unruly, dyed-black hair; all dressed up as a comical caricature of a dog. She stares at you with limpid, green eyes, a joyous light kindling in them now that you're finally awake. So innocent and cute she looks, especially with those fake-but-fluffy doggy-ears peeking from her spiky hair, and the way she is wiggling her butt to set her plug-tail a-waggin', that almost you feel guilty about the way your cock was gently, but lewdly, throbbing as it rested against her smooth cheek. Almost.

'Just couldn't wait for daddy to wake up, could you, Essie?' you say as sternly as you can muster. But, with the doggy-girl whimpering and stopping her wagging in response to your reprimand, knowing full well she had broken the rules by not waiting patiently for you to come downstairs, your heart isn't really in it. Especially not when you notice that she's brought you your slippers!

'Aw, dammit, I can't stay mad at you..'

Smiling, you dispel your little bitch's concern with a pat on her head and a ruffle of her wild hair. This reconcilatory gesture is met with much enthusiasm, expressed mostly by the petgirl's swift resumption of her oral affections. The teasingly gentle, wet licks of your girl-pet's tireless tongue come as a tingly sort of relief to your straining flesh and pulsing veins; the trails of saliva her languid laps leave on your skin oddly soothing.

You look on for a while, drinking in the erotic and mollifying sight of this collar-wearing girl, laying on her tummy, nuzzling and nosing your sex, rubbing her cheeks and nose and lips along it, licking and kissing and lightly nibbling on it, using naught but her mouth and face to stimulate you because her hands are rendered useless by the paw-mittens. After a bit, though, you become less passive; pushing her head down to guide her to your balls, which are also in need of a good tongue-bath.

Whilst she tends to that, your eyes study her body: the sizeable breasts - so contrastingly curvaceous on her otherwise slightly boyish physique - swaying softly as their owner massages your nuts with lick after loving lick. Her blushing cheeks, still slightly wet with many sloppy doggy-kisses. Her hair, matted in places by what looks like cum. The supple curve of her back, and her pale, smooth skin; slightly and tellingly marred by red, but superficial, scratch-marks at the sides and lower back.

Looks like your poor(?) girl had a busy night, though she seems none the worse for wear.

'Essie..' you begin, and the girl immediately lifts up her head and perks as you address her. 'Turn around.' You clarify your order with a gesture; twirling your finger in mid-air. You note her lowering her head a little, and her blush glowing brighter, as were she embarrassed about something - but she does comply without hesitation, overcoming her inherent shyness. Getting up on all fours, she does an about-face, before lowering her head and arching her back to present her butt to you.

And a cute butt at that. The girl's hips aren't as wide as on most women, but still distinctly feminine, and though its bearer was prone to complaining about its, in her words, 'gargantuan proportions,' you'd always though the slight chubbiness of your girl's butt rather sexy. And in this context - proffered to you at your command, held high aloft, and with that fuzzy puppy-tail sticking out from between the smooth, shapely cheeks; blooming from the visible, flared base of the buttplug - it looked as delectable as ever.

Lowering your eyes, after leisurely enjoying her rear, you find your suspicions about your little pet's night-time shenanigans confirmed: her sex flowers pink with her arousal, leaking commingled doggy- and girlcum; her inner thighs glisten with myriad spidery trails of watery puppy-seed, some of them still fresh. She had been kept quite busy, from the looks of it; probably woken every few hours or so, by poking snouts and large, rough tongues, to service the two male dogs all through the night.

You could imagine it; see in your mind's eye: how she'd be curled up on the blanket with her two canine mates, cuddled up close for their warmth. How one, or both, of the males would awaken, stretch out, and nudge her, licking at her face, or simply and unsubtly trying to force their snout inbetween her legs. Sleep-drunk, she'd probably whine and demur, at first, but eventually acquiesce to her duty; getting on all fours with her butt in the air.

Getting knotted, to her, must have seemed like a reprieve amidst the relentless breeding; a shining moment of quiet intimacy and rest, tied inexorably to her four-legged lover, butt-to-butt, as yet another load of hot doggycum was intermittently injected into her trembling womb. Although, you happen to know, sometimes the dog not joined with her would grow a bit too excited, and their little bitch would have to use her mouth to placate her impatient second suitor.

'Didn't give you much rest, did they, girl?' you ask rhetorically, patting that soft backside, then fondling and squeezing the supple girl-flesh; the attention eliciting soft murrs from your cute pet. Gently, you tug on her tail, testing the seal of the plug and making her squeak in surprise.

'A snug fit..' you mutter, fingering the flat, circular plug-base and imaging how the realistic animal dildo - modeled after a smaller dogs' member, with knot fully distended – filled your Essie's tight little rear, and kept her pretty tail locked in place, by virtue of the artificial knot swelling just beyond the tight ring of her sphincter. God, she'd been so excited when you'd found a place that made these online; so eager to replace the old, regular old boring plug with this more appropriate substitute. You smile, knowing her mind in this - though, of course, she'd been too bashful to say it plainly. She wanted to practise. She wanted to get a feel for what a dog's cock would feel like back there; wanted to know if she could get knotted in her rear without severe discomfort; wanted to stretch her rather tight tush a bit before attempting the real thing.

She'd always loved having her butt played with, of course. You remember the first time she'd asked you to, how her eyes had been averted, suddenly fascinated by the weave of the carpet, and how her cheeks had flushed spectacularly. You recall how this exciting, dirty novelty had progressed: from a single digit, to a small vibe, a realistic toy, and then on to larger buttplugs. And how you'd caught her, at times, wearing a vibrating plug during week-days, obscured beneath her frilly panties and formal office skirt; to quietly hum away inside her as she worked on book-keeping and handled calls.

Heck, it had been this discovery that had first revealed just how kinky this new woman in your life really was; the little minx hiding behind the glasses, the shyness and the unfailingly cute demeanor. And look where that lead to today!

A barely audible, high-pitched whimpermoan jerks you back from your brief reminiscence, and you realize you had been absentmindedly pushing and tugging on the big puppy-plug embedded in your beloved's butt, making it impossible for her to stay quiet and still. She wiggles her bum at you enticingly, squirming slightly.

'You love it in the ass, don't you, cutie-bitch?' you ask superfluously, as an idea presents itself to you. Your only answer is a soft, timid woof, but your mind is made up, and without warning you begin slowly pulling the plugtail from the puppy-girl's tushie. You watch with interest as her lil' tail-hole stretches and the knot becomes visible, enjoying her tremulous moan as, with a satisfying pop, your insistent pulling overcomes the friction and reluctance of her backdoor, and the dildo slips out, leaving her pale-pink butthole gaping slightly in its wake; twitching at the sudden void.

'Perhaps me and the boys should indulge you, then..' you cruelly tease, shoving two fingers effortlessly into her stretched and well-lubricated bottom, and wiggling them, much to the girl's delight. 'This poor little butt has been neglected for too long, I reckon. I can tell it's aching for some attention; it's squeezing my fingers like a mad thing.'

'Mmmmr.. a-ah.. (whimper) .. wuff?' comes the answer, softly and somewhat doubtfully, but also longingly - a fact illustrated by the way your girl's shapely buttocks flex, and the well-fucked slit framed by the twin globes of slender muscle glistens; beaded with renewed arousal. And, whether by coincidence, or by virtue of their keen noses, it is then that you note that you have an audience: slender, ever-enthusiastic, spotty Vlek the dalmation at the edge of the bed, wagging his tail like mad, bright blue eyes shining; a little ways behind him, with his head quizzically cocked, Bas the sturdy german shepherd, sitting calmly on his haunches, looking on with intelligent brown eyes.

'They can smell a bitch in heat a mile away..' you comment with a grin; pleased by the squirmy, rear-wiggly reaction your words evoke. 'But as the leader of this pack, I get to break you in..' And with that, you position yourself behind your little pet, as she trembles in anticipation; arching her spine to lift her butt all the better. You manage to hold back just enough to tease her a little, rubbing your cocktip in maddening circles around her twitching lil' pucker; sliding it along her soft cheeks, slick with doggy-come and lube from the plug. Before long you have her begging for it in high-pitched doggy-whimpers, like a puppy pleading for a treat.

In truth, of course, you ache for it just as badly; your cock throbbing, yearning to have that tight lil' rear end wrapped around it. So with firm hands - your fingers digging dimples into her pliable flesh – you take hold of the girl's hips, holding her steady while you take her, take what is yours, and slowly slide every last inch you had to offer into her flexing-velvet rear, until you can feel the cushiony softness of her butt wiggling and grinding into your groin.

When you open your eyes again, the sight of Vlek, having come over to investigate all the curious noises their precious little bitch was making, and lapping sloppily at the butt-fucked girl-dog's cheeks and mouth, greets you. The delerious, savagely adorable manner in which your pet licks back at that big, soothing tongue; allowing it to explore her mouth and bathe her face, is oddly pleasing. You look on a while, savoring, as she is, the feeling of penetrating her so utterly and deeply; the sensation of her gooey-hot insides conforming to your invading member, feeling like the proverbial glove, tailor-made to fit snugly around your cock, her bodyheat seeping into your flesh.

You look down as you pull out a little, enjoying the sight of her rear entrance, stretched around your girth, pulling along a bit, and the feeling of her ass trying to suck you back in. The girl seems to instinctively be trying preserve the wonderfully full feeling, although the veiny texture of your cock, sliding past the legion nerve-endings situated in the twitching ring of her anus, make her squeal in prurient delight.

Tightening the powerful muscles of your hips, then, you sharply thrust back into her clingy rear, giving her a feel of actually being fucked there, rather than merely being lazily stimulated. The reaction is favorable: a not altogether dog-like girl-moan escaping her in a prolonged sigh. Encouraged, you treat to a rapid succession of additional thrusts, although you feel your self-control slipping; vaguely noting that perhaps your hands were squeezing her hips a bit too hard, and maybe you were literally pounding her ass now, more than simply fucking it.

Those concerns, though, are soon swept away by the desperate whimper-moans coming from the girl at the slightest hint of slowing, and the way she gyrates her butt, wiggling and pushing back at you wantonly, physically begging you not to stop, to keep fucking her like that, to fuck her ass HARD. How could you refuse? You oblige your anal-loving wuffy-girl, slapping her ass for good measure, and enjoying not just the feeling of her supremely fuckable tail-hole, but also all the other pleasing experiences offered to your senses.

The lewd symphony of subtle sucking noises made by her slippy-slidy tush as you plunge in and out of her, and the wet slaps of your balls against her sopping slit, backed up by her raw, guttoral moans and delicate whimpering, while the thuds of your hips against her soft butt pound out the rhythm. The sight of that beautiful backside absorbing those impacts, the shockwaves travelling through the wonderful flesh in ripples, culminating in gorgeously exaggerated, jiggly bounces of her breasts. And the smell of her, of course; of her undeniable, primal arousal, and her shameless sweat..

These odors, of course, aren't lost on the dogs, what with their incredibly acute noses. To them, the very air seems to be tingling, laden so thickly with the smell of sex that the mere act of breathing leaves them panting in excitement; pink cocktips poking hopefully from protective sheaths. Although, even without the smell, they understood the situation; it didn't take a human intellect to figure out something this base, animalistic and natural: here was a female in heat, and, while the pecking order would, as always, be observed, all would get a turn in mating her.

Not even a whole night of breeding their peculiar mommy-slash-willing-bitch proves to be enough to dampen their bestial excitement at this prospect.

And the bitch in question looked, and acted, every bit the part appointed her; even without her tail. At this point, her arms are trembling, barely still supporting the weight of her torso. Her eyes are shut tight, possibly to focus all the better on your cock, but her mouth remains slightly ajar, in a sort of endless sighy gasp, though only soft whimpery and spluttery sounds result.

The latter fact ends up being swiftly abused. Bas, ever proud and willful, is willing to bide his time, but Vlek, as ever, lacks that kind of restraint. With a quick hop, he, too, is on the bed, awkwardly mounting your girl's shoulders, panting happily and trying to find the soft, moist sleeve he so craved to plunge his hot red doggy-cock into. You vaguely wonder if you should get him off, given the state of her, but this swelling concern is quickly deflated when, before your hazy eyes, your lover fulfills her role as pack-slut like a trooper and helps the uncoordinatedly thrusting spotbearer find her warm, wet mouth, though she uses a pawhand, strategically placed on his tummy, to keep him from fucking that rapidly growing pink cock straight up her gullet.

This sight, of your usually bespectacled and shy girlfriend, collared, name-tagged, and totally attired to be a proper little bitch, taking it up the ass from you, while simultaneously frenching a horny dog, only to disappear below his frantically bucking body to greedily lick and suck on his cock - it proves too much for you to bear. The last sight your brain registers before whiting out in the glorious synaptic fireworks of your orgasm, is your bitch-girl's delicate throat-muscles working feverishly to swallow the copious amounts of runny seed Vlek's tapered tip was no doubt drooling onto her tongue; filling her mouth to overflowing.

Not to be outdone, you fill her tush with your viscous human come, feeling her tremble beneath your strong hands as they desperately cling to her hips and hold her in place; pulling her urgently into your groin to achieve the deepest penetration possible; your only clear thought to spray your sperm as deeply into your female as physically possible, be it into her infertile rear or no. You marvel at the way it feels to cum in her ass, how it twitches and seems to suck on your cock like a mouth, how the stretched 'O' of her forbidden orifice is tight to the extent of slowing your ejaculation, and at the heat of it, eveloping your lurching, spurting sex.

When you recover, still breathing hard, you slowly pull out and watch as the once-neat, pink lil' pucker slowly twitches, closing slightly, but gaping at nearly the circumference of your cock. The last few drops of your thick seed, milked from you during the very act of slipping out, trickle lazily from her abused exit. But the lion's share of your load lingers within the girl, and you find yourself wondering whether she can feel it, warm and creamy, sloshing around inside..

You needn't ask if your wannabe-canine lover enjoyed her first actual foray into anal sex either, for even as you watch, several droplets of girlcum drip from her drenched vulva, adding to an already consirable, dark stain of horny wetness forming on the sheets between her legs. And even if you had inquired, it's not like she could have answered. Quite apart from how well she stayed within her role as girl-dog, Essie's mouth was rather busy. It's hard to do more than gurgle and moan incoherently with your mouth wrapped around the girth of a dogcock, after all. Especially with the rest of it stuffed down your desperately gulping throat.

It seems that, weakened by arousal and relentless butt-fucking, and in need of both hands to feebly support herself, your Essie at some point relented, and allowed the eager dalmation to take control. Needless to say, Vlek wasted no time in fucking his mommy's defenseless mouth, until all but his growing knot had been swallowed up into deliciously stimulating, rhythmically contracting wetness.

Fortunately you and her had already worked on deepthroating, which your girlfriend, bless her, had wanted to try after fascinatedly watching some hardcore scenes featuring the act on a video-site. And you knew she'd also been practising on some of the Zeta toys you'd bought her; trying to sneak those exotic animal-cocks past her gag-reflex.

Still, you watch intently for her to indicate that she needed help. But after a while you realize that, despite the reflexive tears welling in her eyes, the lewd extent to which her lips need to part, and the strings of thick saliva, neccesary to lubricate such abuse of her poor throat, dripping from her chin, this little bitch wasn't about to throw in the towel just because one of her overly amorous mates decided to face-fuck her.

A deep rumble makes you look away from this perverted scene, and you realize poor Bas was being left out! Worse, his little 'brother' had technically cut in line, hurting the bigger dog's pride. 'C'mere, boy..' you gently coax the pouty dog. 'Come and get it..' you add, patting his favorite bitch's swaying rear.

You do not, naturally, need to say that again. With a leap and a bedspring-creaking bound, the massive shepherd is on the bed, tail practically a blur. You move aside a little, making room for the next in line, whom immediately and forcefully sticks his big, pointy, ebon snout into the fragnant cunny being wiggled right up in his face. Without hesitation, and with obvious relish, the animal drags his rough tongue up along slit, perineum and pink girltush alike; in one, long, spine-tingling, squeak-inducing slurp.

Feeling this tongue taste her, your usually wiggly bitchgirl suddenly goes quite still, though Vlek continues cheerfully sliding his doggycock past her lips, force-feeding her spurt after spurt of thin, scalding hot canine seed. She seems to sense what lies in store for her, and both her fear and needy desire are almost tangible. Bas rumbles contently, licking his nose to erase the last traces of sweet-smelling bitch-juices from it, then calmy mounts his once-mistress, with the air of a dog who considered this his right. This was his bitch.

Half-hypnotized by the sight of the mighty, thick-coated, wolf-like dog climbing atop the girl – her hairless, pale and lithe body contrasting beautifully with the fuzzy beast, and seeming ever so naked, slender and fragile in comparison – you reach out to help him find his mark, this special new hole for him to claim. All you need to do is align his searchingly thrusting hips so that his pink tip presses into the dimple of Essie's tailhole, and the dog takes over; taking a step forward, wrapping his big paws around the girl's waist with surprising tenderness, his tongue lolling out as his powerful hips jerk inwards, and he prepares to take her without ceremony.

Without even thinking about it, your hand drops to your hard-once-more cock, and you jerk yourself off watching this lewd threesome go at it.

The dalmation, intimidated by the bigger dog mounting their shared bitch from the other side, had reluctantly taken his forepaws off the doggycock-stuffed girl between them, but simply stood facing sideways instead; unwilling to pull away. You cannot say you blame him: Essie, as soon as Bas started sampling her sopping cunny and freshly fucked asshole with his tongue, sucks the smaller dog with renewed enthusiasm, venting her extreme arousal at this treatment, and the prospect of being mounted and ravaged. You could hear the swallowing noises she made whenever the dog slips into her throat, or rewards her efforts with another jet of cum. By virtue of her short hair, you could see her face, too, albeit partially hidden behind her bangs and the dog's body: her lips, stretching as they wrap around the swollen doggy-dick; her tongue, sticking out a little, flattened to make room for all that cock, and wetly lavishing the invader in girlspit so as to keep him nice and slick.

And you note her eyes. Usually so vibrantly flirtacious, the windows to this girl's soul had softened, though not dulled. They seemed dreamy, detached, unfocused; frequently half-closing or even rolling away a little, drowning in pleasure and euphoric bliss. She seems to be lost in her own little world, trembling as all that registered was the strong taste of dogcock and -cum, and the tingling, lewd stimulation of being noisily eaten out by another wuffy at the same time..

Until the shepherd rear-ends her, that is. At that, the girl's eyes widen, snapping back to reality, becoming instantly intense and, fittingly, animal-like as she feels herself being mounted, her freshly fucked behind poised to be filled once more. Only by a less considerate and – though you hated to admit it – more well-endowed, animal lover. Bas wastes no time achieving his ends, his hips moving with the breathtaking rapidity only a dog can muster; his cock, thin when first penetrating the girl's rear, swiftly expanding within her.

It is at this point that Vlek finally succumbs to Essie feverish blowjob; his stick-like tail twitching and a huge, panting doggy-grin plastered on his sweet snout as, you imagine, he treats mommy to a nice warm tummy-full of dogsperm. With a swift movement, the sated dog steps back and withdraws his saliva-coated cock from the girl's mouth; hopping off the bed to clean, and generally feel all proud of, himself. You hear Essie quite noisily swallowing a few times more, downing the last mouthful, then gasping; sucking in air like a swimmer resurfacing after a lengthy dive. A small, adorable dribble of slick cum – or drool? – runs down her chin and neck, but she has no time, nor the strength, to wipe it away..

'Knot.. me..' you hear her whisper; a bit raspily. The first two actual words you've heard her speak since you came home Friday night.

And Bas, as though he understood her, complies. Bending over her more, and pressing his chin down onto her shoulder, the large canine's fuzzy hips slam into the girl in shorter and shorter succession, until sudden his body is completely flush with hers; countless ticklish hairs carressing her skin. His hindlegs twitch and kick a little as the tied dog tries to keep on fucking, but only ends up tugging and stirring the fat knot he'd finally driven into his human mate's slow-to-yield rear, after, repeatedly and almost unbearably, slamming it into her trembling tushie-hole several times. Esther, for her part, makes noises you've never heard her utter before, and you watch her every muscle tensing. You're not sure whether she's in extreme anguish, or experiencing unfathomable pleasure, or both. You think she's actually cumming.. though, due to the clumsy mittens still rendering her hands nearly useless, you know she didn't actually get to play with herself at all..

In any case, she soon collapses, burying her face in her arms and clawing feebly at the sheets with her doggy-paws; her ears a little lopsided because the hairband slipped. The dog follows her down a little, hunching over her, and licking affectionately, disarmingly at her neck and real ears. This prompts the delerious female to lift and turn her head slightly, licking back weakly at the dog's big tongue, even though he drools on her cheek and lips a little.

You watch the dog's body tremble and twitch, his tail wagging slowly and deliberately, and see your girl's slender frame quiver, her expression the same utterly devoted, intensely happy and loving face you always see below you whenever you come inside of her. You know he is filling her to the brim with hot doggycum, each twitch of his tail accompanying another spurt of the seemingly never-ending flood of seed.

After the most intense, intitial ejaculations have passed, the dogs follows his instinct and flips 'round to stand butt-to-butt with his murmuring, contented lil' bitch; keeping guard whilst she took the remainder of his slow, steady twitchcums. Somehow, you take this as your cue to move to the front of the exhausted-looking girl, jerking off in front of her even though her eyes have fluttered closed and she hardly seems to notice you.

Your hand is a blur on your nigh-painful erection, but when you moan out loud, getting close, the disheveled dark-haired puppygirl slowly opens her eyes and lifts up her head, and she smiles at you happily; a beautiful, sincere smile of pure, raw joy and love.

When you grunt, though, and the first sticky rope of your come lands on the bridge of the girl's nose, she stops smiling, if only to open her mouth and stick out her tongue a little, lovingly catching your subsequent, better-aimed spurts, though it proves impossible to make it all neatly splash into her mouth. Esther doesn't seem to mind, however; her green eyes smiling up at you. She swills what she'd manage to catch around in her mouth for you, and then swallows exaggeratedly, hmming and smacking her lips, and pulling off a really cute expression, at that, oddly juxtaposed though it might be with the semen staining her visage.

God, you love her.

~~~

Gently, you wiggle the plugtail back into Esther's rear; finding it a much easier fit than before, and not just because of the steady stream of shepherd-come leaking out of her. Still, it would suffice at keeping both Bas's seed, and what remained of yours, locked inside of the curled up, naked, sleeping girl. You smile softly as you look at her, angelic in slumber, her breasts softly rising and falling, and a fatigued but fulfilled little smile playing along her lips, and decide that she'd deserved, by exception, to sleep on the bed with you tonight.

She'd need her rest for the big surprise you had planned for your unwitting wuffygirl, tomorrow, after all!

~~~

It is dark, and you haven't the foggiest as to the time. You grunt softly, and twist 'round beneath the sheets, glad to put your heavy head back on the mercifully soft pillow.

Then you realize it: the spot at your feet, where Esther'd been sleeping, is empty. From downstairs, you can swear you hear the sound of claws clicking occasionally on the wooden floor, and soft, girlish whimpering.

Grinning, and shaking your head, you go back to sleep.


The End. (OR IS IT?! Dundundun.)

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This post has been edited by Crescent_Moon on Oct 18 2008, 12:31 AM

cool post moon huggs hun

charlie99

:wub: Without doubt the best penned story I have had the pleasure of reading. My panties are soaked. 10 plus 10 plus 10 for from me. amazing :wub:

I've been perusing the Story section for years and rarely find something that piques my interest enough to read and almost NEVER find something that blows me out of the water while actually reading it!

One of the best stories ever shared on this forum. Hands down.

:beer:

Aww, you guys are really too kind.. :pinch: :blush:

Yay for soaked panties and hard cocks, though! Those make it all worthwhile, heheh.

wow.. great journey !! TY for taking me there.!!
hmm.. wish we could share it for real. lol

Beeive me, I have just read it again any, yep they are absolutly soaked. Now where is that lover of mine to clean up your mess

Lol yeah I've read it twice too and am awaiting a sequel with anticipation and awe!

Perhaps I'll be inspired to turn my own keyboard back to writing beasty stories as opposed to the boring-ass papers it's been forced to write lately :D.

Crescent_Moon... you rock my socks.

This post has been edited by Fizzy on Oct 18 2008, 11:57 PM

Hope you and that lover of yours had (and/or are having) fun, Bitch-of-Bernie! :P

And please do, Fizzy! I love to read stories on here, and smut's certainly more fun than homework. Especially if you're not all professional about it, and do not yourself remain unaffected by the words..

As for the sequal, I have a whole bunch of ideas, but I haven't decided which are useable, yet. I'm open to suggestions? Heheh.

OMG...this story is just about perrrrfect.

Wags her well usead and abused tail. You bet he has :wub:

Big hugs, babe!
:heart:

Fantastic use of vocabulary!
I would quite enjoy conversing with you!
:rock:

Read first few sentences and felt compelled to print the story out ... pretty much a first

Well as I posted yesterday I came, I printed, I read ... and I came again :-)

What a great story (fantasy?) ... hits so many of those little buttons we all (I) have ... so close to my own kind of fantasy encounter ... and so well written too ... I didn't even notice any gramatical foobars that often catch my eye and spoil the mood :-)

I look forward to reading more from you Crescent Moon.

Love and best wishes
Eloise ... a fellow puppygirl :-) <whimpers>

This post has been edited by elfpet on Oct 21 2008, 07:44 PM

I do hope this is not the end, but rather the beginning of more to cum. Please continue writing. Thank You.