"The Stray - Part 1" written by neverumind
The Stray – Part 1
We had just moved into a little house out in the country, with a barn bigger than the house, but also a swimming pool and two acres of land. An hour out of the city, we got a great deal because of the commute. Since I did most of my work at home it was no big deal, and my wife Annie dabbled in art, so the big barn was perfect for her studio.
Last house on a country lane, there wasn’t much in the way for neighbors, and neither of us were big on pets, so it was pretty peaceful, and we could do as we pleased. It’s what sold me first time I laid eyes on the place. Had been married two years, and my twenty-two year old bride had never left home before moving into my apartment. She enjoyed sex, but was quite reserved, and wouldn’t even run around in her underwear. I on the other hand was four years older than her, been out of my parent’s since turning eighteen and wearing just t-shirt and boxers around the apartment was considered formal attire.
On the ride home I talked over the possibilities of the place, stressing on the naked aspect of everything. ****** a sour face she wrinkled her nose. “So, you want to watch me do all the housework in the nude?”
I laughed. “Is this a trick question?”
“No, silly,” Annie playfully swatted my arm, “it’s a legitimate question Rick.”
“Fine, answer’s a definite, hell yes.” She blushed, and I rubbed my crotch. “Um-m, getting hard just thinking about it. Honey, you’re a sexy little cutie, and I’d be crazy not to want to see you naked all the time.”
“What?” I got another smack. “That’s the best line you can give me? And do you really need to be rubbing your dick to sell the point?”
“You’re right my love.” Turned off on to a farm road, and there was nothing in sight, so I pulled to the side and put the car in park. I kissed her, then slid a hand up her skirt, snaking a finger in her panties. “I love you, and will never tire of looking at your gorgeous body, in or out of clothes. Barn would make a great studio, and we can do anything we please.”
She put her hand on my hand under her skirt, but didn’t try to stop me. “Better, but only by a little. Tell me more?”
“Um-m,” I kissed her, while massaging her clit with my thumb, “if we were to move out there I could make love to you in the pool, under the stars, at sunrise and/or sunset, in the rain, at your studio, even swinging from the rafters, and you would never need to hold back. My little hottie would have even better orgasms than she does now.”
“Really?” Annie nibbled on my ear, panting, “Pretty good now.”
“Sure are for me.” I leaned down and sucked on her hard nipple through her t-shirt, getting her moaning. Small breasted she rarely wore a bra, and I was all for it. “But, I can give you better.”
“Doubt it,” Annie put her hand on the back of my head, pulling it to her nipple, “but try.”
Didn’t take long and she was squealing, stayed on her prolonging her orgasm, til she let out a little scream. She humped my hand panting, “Oh god yes, fuck me! Ar-rgh!”
After a second longer scream I pulled my fingers out of her, and kissed her lightly on the lips. “Think I could do better.”
“Take me home,” she wheezed, “and call in an offer.”
She did the housework naked, but one of her favorite things right off was a bit of evening skinny-dipping, most every time ending with a lot of love****** on the double chaise, and why we bought the special chaise. Every night after dinner we would go out to the pool, drop our clothes and dive in. Annie absolutely loved me eating her pussy in the pool, and we bought a floating chair to make things easier.
My beautiful wife is not only blessed with the ability for multiple orgasms, but an ease in achieving them, and a love for sex. Three of many reasons I married her. Being very petite, with blonde hair and deep green eyes, a real cutie was definitely another.
About two weeks after moving in there was a bit of scratching at the door, and when I opened it some black dog went shooting past. Annie was setting the dinner table, and he headed straight for her wagging his tail. His nose went straight up the crotch of her little short’s pant leg for a good sniff of butt. “Oh, Rick, what the hell?”
“Sorry honey,” I shrugged, “he just rushed past.”
“Hm-m,” Annie scratched behind his ears, “what a friendly puppy.” He was jumping about, but was no puppy. About three feet tall, he was a mixed breed, with some black lab in him. “Look Rick, he has a collar.”
I got him calmed down, and read the collar. “This is not going to help much.” She scrunched up her button nose, and with her freckled face she looked like she was up to some mischief, and I laughed. “Says, his name is Pussyhound, but only has our address, no phone. Look at his coat, probably ran off and his owner will come here looking for him.” Since the sale went strictly through the real estate agent we never met the previous owner, and I didn’t recall the name, Steven something, I think. Could get it from the agent, but was too late to call now.
“What a terrible name for a dog, you men have a warped sense of humor.” She looked down at the dog. “Well, we can’t call you P-hound while you’re here, and I’m not using your real name, so how about Mr. Hound? You like that boy?” He went straight for her crotch again, the front this time, nose up a pant leg and tongue lapping away. “Mr. Hound, we’re going to need to teach you some manners, stay out of my pants.”
“He can’t help it Annie,” I chuckled, “it’s your height–”
“Oh, I’m short, Rick.”
“Don’t repeat mistakes, and I’d chose petite.” I smiled, remembering the day I found out my barely five-foot cutie didn’t like being called short. It was our third date, and she said there might not be another because she didn’t like giants. Being only six feet tall I thought it was funny, and laughed, which did absolutely nothing for the situation. I was lucky and she gave me another chance, even had our first sex on the next date. “Honey, just saying, if he tried to sniff my crotch his head would be up, less likely an accident. With you, him standing flat-footed, he’s dead even with your crotch, so just an accident.”
“You’re weird,” Annie rolled her eyes, “not everything has a formula, or cause and effect. Ask me the man who named him taught him that trick as a conversation starter to pick up ladies. Just good thing I’m not wearing a skirt, or he’d had his cold nose up me.”
Using better judgment this time I let that straight line pass. “You don’t know a man named him.” Dog hopped about, and I chuckled. “Um-m, I hope Mr. Hound calms down soon, before he breaks something. Maybe I should just put him outside, or in the barn.”
“No,” Annie looked at me as if in shock, “outside he might run off again, and in the barn he could get into more stuff than here. Besides, Mr. Hound is a guest, although he does need a bath. We can give him one after dinner, before we go for our swim.”
I gave her a kiss. “If it makes you happy, done.”
After dinner we bathed him, and I thought it would be a hassle, but he seemed to enjoy the bath, although he was licking himself a lot. Following about the tenth time of having to stop while he licked his dick I joked. “If I could do that I’d never leave home.”
“Yes,” Annie gave me a smirk, “and now we know why a man must’ve named him. For all we know he cut himself on a branch or something, check him.”
“Me?” I wagged a finger no. “Unh-unh, I’m no vet, and couldn’t fix it if something–”
“For heavens sake,” Annie cut me off, “you can’t be homophobic over a dog.”
“It’s not homophobic, because I wouldn’t check out a female dog’s vagina either.”
She reached under, and he quit licking himself, letting Annie handle his sheath and look him over. “Doesn’t look like there are any cuts, or dried blood, but he has a lot of fur. This is the general area he keeps pestering. There’s a slight lump near the back of his sheath, do you think it could be a tumor?”
“Ah, I think it’s his dick.” Sporting a smirk I shrugged. “I’m serious, dogs are always licking their dicks, just because they can.”
“Oh goodness, stirred up something.” She giggled. “Mr. Hound liked that, and is probably a huge hit with the lady hounds.”
“Hey, who wouldn’t like it, I’d certainly enjoy some cute, sexy girl fondling me an hour after meeting her.”
“See, that’s just piggy.” Annie swatted my arm. “So, should I wash it?”
“Ah,” I again shrugged, “wash mine, sometimes real fast and real long.”
“Stop it, bad enough I have to do this.” Using the washcloth Annie gave the dog a couple of strokes. “Whoa, it just keeps growing.”
“Two choices, quit rubbing, or finish him off.”
Annie’s green eyes flared. “Just doing a thorough job. How was I to know he would be at least seven inches from the tip of his sheath.”
“I know hon,” I kissed her, “just gigging you.”
We dried him off, and I left him in the house when we headed out to the pool, but I thought he was going to claw through the slider. I let him out, and he ran straight over to Annie. She scratched his ear. “Alright boy, you can come out, but no running around crazy-like. Your no-humor owner will be coming to get you soon, got that Mr. Hound?”
He trotted over to the chaise and sniffed the cushion in a handful of places. “Hey, no peeing on new things, or old ones.” I wagged a finger. “Behave.”
The dog ran back quickly sniffed Annie’s crotch, then before she could say anything he was back at the cushion sniffing away. “Mr. Hound,” Annie giggled, “that’s what I meant by crazy-like.” Wagging his tail he ran and stuck his nose in my wife’s crotch. “No, you behave. Stop smelling me.” Dog let out a little yip, then went and lay beside the chaise.
Neither wearing underwear we stripped off our shorts and shirts, then jumped in the pool. Annie kept an eye on the dog, but he wasn’t going anywhere, never moved that I could tell. I swam up behind her and cupped Annie’s breasts, feeling her nipples harden. “Hey sexy, feel like fooling around a little?”
“No,” she giggled, “I’m horny as hell, been that way all afternoon. I want to fuck a whole bunch, and have your eight-incher pound my pussy silly.”
“Um-m, my kind of girl, shy and so inhibited.” Didn’t bother with the floating chair just held her up, and sucked on her pussy, which set the dog off barking. I put her in the pool and he was fine, I tried eating her pussy and he went crazy.
“Mr. Hound thinks you’re hurting me,” Annie offered.
“Really?” I looked over at him and growled, “He better behave himself when you’re screaming to the heavens in ecstasy.”
“Rick, don’t be silly, I don’t scream.”
“Oh,” I wagged a finger at her, “we’re about to test that theory, right now. And I’m telling you, I don’t want bit in the ass.”
She was giggling, as I dried her off. “What? I’ll prove it.” I licked her pussy, and dog started barking, I quit he quit. “See, I should find some rope.”
“Stop it.” She gave me a swat. “He’s been perfectly friendly, and doesn’t need tied up.”
My dick was half hard, and I didn’t feel like scrounging around for rope, so I caved. I picked her up and kissed her. “Love you baby, and I’m about to show you how much.”
“Um-m,” arms wrapped around my neck, she snuggled up to me, “can’t wait.”
“Don’t have to.” I sucked on her nipples then played with her pussy before carrying her to the chaise, and the dog wasn’t bothered with any of this. Maybe she was right, or he just didn’t like us in the pool.
I didn’t waste much time on the little mystery, seeing as I had a hot naked lady in my arms. Laid her down and kissed the top of her head. “Have I told you how beautiful you are lately, or that you look sexy?”
“In words? No.” She giggled. “But seeing as I’m eye level with your hard-on, yes.”
Laughing I lay beside her, and took her in my arms. “I love you, you look beautiful, and very sexy, I’m talking sexy hot.”
We were ****** out, when she jumped half a foot. “Whoa!”
She had such a strange look on her face, and I tried not to chuckle. “What’s wrong?”
“Mr. Hound just licked me.”
“Dogs do that all–”
“Not there they don’t,” she shivered, “Rick, his tongue went straight up my pussy, and I’m talking way up.”
“Really?” I looked over to find the dog just sitting there. “Ah, maybe he just got lucky.”
Smack! She hit me on my wet chest. “You’re impossible, nothing phases you.” She kissed me. “I love you, even if you’re crazy.”
“Um-m, I love you too, baby.” I kissed her, and ran my hand down towards her pussy. She spread her legs, to allow me better access, and I was massaging her clit, getting her to pant.
Groaning I had her near her first of the evening, and holding her tight I had a leg wrapped around one of hers. The dog stuck his nose in her crotch and started lapping away. Before I could move she was screaming in obvious orgasm, and even after she finally quit she didn’t move for a bit, then kicked her feet. Mr. Hound laid back down, and Annie half sat up. “See, he did it again. It wasn’t any accident, either time. None of this has been.”
“Yeah,” I chuckled, “and you seemed to like it.”
Smack! She nailed me again. “Rick, that’s not funny, even a little bit. I swear you better never tell anyone what just happened.” She raised her hand. “Swear!”
“Swear baby.” I pulled her to me, and kissed her. “Not a soul will ever learn it from me.” I cupped her breast.
“Stop it!” She swatted my hand. “Not while the dog is here.”
“Come on, babe. Have to say, it was kind of sexy.” She looked at me in absolute shock, and I shrugged. “What? It was hot, you screaming an orgasm in my mouth. I mean, it’s not like I could eat your pussy and do the same. And I don’t want to do it with another dude, so this was pretty cool.”
“You’re joking?”
“No baby, no joke.” I kissed her deeply, and she kissed me back. “Come on, you have to admit it felt good. Lately heard a lot of them, and I know part of that scream might have been shock, but most of it was orgasm.”
“Fine, it was intense.” She shivered. “But, you have to get past the fact it was a dog.”
“Why? Would it be cool if I did it to you with a vibrator or some other toy?” She made a face, but nodded, and I shrugged. “Then if neither of us care, it’s no big deal.”
“Except,” she snorted, “if people find out.”
“Annie,” I laughed, “that was a loud scream, but not that loud.”
She giggled, kissed me, and brushed against my hard-on. “God, you’re like a rock.”
“Yeah, told you it was hot. Want to do it again?”
“Rick that was an accident, and can be excused, this can’t.”
“Maybe,” I grinned, “but I bet it’ll knock the horny right out of you.”
Looking at me she thought about it for a while, then closing one eye asked, “Is this some kind of weird test?”
“No babe,” I kissed her, “would never do something like that.” I kissed her, and this time she kissed me back. “I love you honey, and wouldn’t hold it against you, ever! I just know how lately you like intense orgasms, and you said it was intense.”
“Um-m, it was that, but I don’t know.”
“It’s fine,” I kissed her and cupped her titty, “not about to force you into something you don’t want to do, sexy girl.” My hand slid down to her wet pussy. “But, if you wanted to, that’s fine with me too.”
I kissed her, and we made out for a while, then she asked, “How would we do it?”
“Ah,” I could not believe she was going to do it, “ah, you at the end of the chaise in the doggie position seems the most natural. We can make out while the dog licks you, and I can play with your pretty titties.”
“Pretty little titties,” she corrected me. “Do you really want me to do this?”
“It was sexy hot, but only if you want to.”
“Okay.” She scooted down to the edge before getting on her hands and knees.
I lay beside her and kissed her, playing with her titties. Mr. Hound trotted around behind, and Annie tensed at the first lick or two, then started moaning in my mouth. She reached down and took my hard dick in her hand, stroking me slowly. Off balance she leaned down into me, getting her butt up higher in the air.
Was no surprise she had an orgasm so fast, followed by another quickie, or that she wasn’t about to stop at one or two. Half a minute later her body went rigid, and I thought she was in the midst of a much better orgasm, and kissed her harder. She shook her head, breaking free, screaming, “Rick, he’s mounted me, get this fucking dog off of me.”
Quick as possible I crawled out from under her, and I think the dog was already in her. Which was confirmed when Annie yelled, “He’s in me! I want him out! Oh, god-d!!”
I reached for his collar, and he bit my hand. Annie was cumming and squirming to get loose, but one arm was pinned by her body, and he had his paws on her shoulder blades, and she had no leverage. Thought about pushing them over, but the possible emergency report played through my head.
“Jesus Rick, get him off me!” She started squealing. “Oh god, I can’t help it!” She was yelling no, but her little body was thrusting back at the dog.
Barely moved, and he barked loudly, then nipped Annie on the back of the neck. “Baby, I can’t get close.” Here was my petite, ninety-five pound wife being fucked hard by a huge dog, and all I could do was watch. “Sweetie, should I call someone?”
“No, don’t, oh god, Jesus Christ, yes!” She started panting. “No, don’t call, cumming-g!” Annie started squealing, then gripped my arm. “Please, stay with me, Rick. God, he’s stretching me, it hurts. Argh, I can’t quit!”
“Know, baby, I know. I’m sorry.” I gently kissed her, and she pressed tightly into me, and kissed me back hard, as she came again.
“Ah, ah, oh shit!” The dog had her by the waist and was hammering the piss out of her. “Uh, uh, I’m cumming again, I’m so full. Um-m, oh Rick, um-m, god, argh!” The dog stopped for a second, but was just getting a better lock on Annie’s hips. “Oh fuck, Rick something big is trying to get put in me. Argh, it fucking hurts, ugh.” She put her head on the cushion and gripped it tight in both hands. “Oh, fuck me, sideways!”
No expert, but it looked like the entry angle was better now, and the new thrusts from the dog got a scream from Annie, one very long one. The dog stopped again, but this time I think he was fully in her. He was dancing about on his tiptoes trying to get better leverage, and Annie was panting, wiggling her butt, I think trying to help him.
Finally he was ready, tongue hanging out the side of his mouth he went off like a jackhammer. “Ah-h, Jesus Christ,” she was screaming and squirming, but I did not think it was hurting her. The dog slowed, did two or three more thrusts then quit pumping, and Annie lay there panting as bad as Mr. Hound. “Try-y t-to keep him-m in m-me, he’s-s too big, felt like a damn basketball.”
Reached out, and he did not snap or even growl. “Did he cum, baby?”
“Y-yeah, g-gal-l-lons-s.” She was covered with sweat, and shook her head. “It was like a hose going off in me, deep in me.”
I patted his head. “Good boy, Mr. Hound.” Annie groaned. “Sorry honey, I meant just for standing still.” I chuckled. “Besides, I don’t think whacking him with a rolled up newspaper is going to help the situation. I have his collar, but he seems as gentle as before.”
“God, it’s so not funny.” Annie’s head still lay on the cushion, and she started sobbing. “I’ve been dog raped.”
“Honey, I wasn’t laughing at you, just trying to relieve a bit of tension.” I brushed the hair out of her face. “It was an accident, I wasn’t expecting this, and you certainly weren’t.” I kept a hand on his collar, and stroked her hair. “I think you need to calm down, tense isn’t going to be good either. I love you, baby.”
“Really? After what you just saw? Why didn’t you stop it?”
“Of course, sexy girl, I told you, this wasn’t your fault.” I rubbed her back, and showed her my other hand. “He nipped me just hard enough to draw blood the first time, second time he was going to take a finger. I’m sorry sweetie, there was nothing I could do.”
“I know.” She was crying, her face buried in the cushion. “God dammit, I can’t believe this happened to me, now what am I going to do?”
“Well, honey,” with a finger under her chin I gently raised her head, and she turned my way, then I went back to stroking her hair, “it’ll be all over real shortly, and we can just forget this ever even happened.”
“Rick, I was screaming in sexual ecstasy.” She was loud enough the dog shifted his weight. “Oh, oh, it’s pressing s-something, oh god, I’m cumming-g again-n, oh, oh good fucking g-god-d!” She was shivering, getting the dog moving, causing her to just keep cumming. Annie quieted down, and the dog tried backing out, setting her off again.
I held him tight, and he wasn’t moving much, but obviously didn’t need to. After about five minutes of squealing she nodded panting, “It’s close.”
There was a pop, loud enough I thought a bottle of champagne had been opened, and I let the dog go, as I could clearly hear his cum running out of her pussy. She fell on her side, knees tucked up, body dripping sweat, sobbing between gasps for air. “Oh god Rick, look and see if I’m bleeding. Is there any blood on the chaise?”
With his back to me the dog was laying there licking his dick, and when I stood he looked back at me. I froze in case he wasn’t too happy, but swear I think Mr. Hound smiled, then went back to licking himself.
I patted Annie’s back as I got behind her. My wife’s once pretty little tight pussy was gaping open, red as hell, thin jizz still dribbling out, plenty of sticky moisture down both thighs, and a major pool of cum on the cushion. “Baby, you’re a mess, but–”
“Shit,” she started crying, “I knew it. God, what am I going to do? Do I need a doctor?”
“Honey, not that kind of mess,” I rubbed her butt, “I’m talking about a sticky mess, but there’s no blood, and I don’t think you need a doctor.”
“Good, that’s good.” With a grunt she rolled over on her back, the left half of her body had little rivulets of sweat, and it had pooled up in the cushion creases. “Dear, please ever so gently finger me, see if I’m hurt inside.”
I carefully did as told, and she was soon moaning. “Um-m, feels good, doesn’t hurt.” She looked over at my hard dick. “Rick, fuck me, I need to know you love me still.”
“Sure baby.” I slipped my dick in her. “Let me know if it hurts.”
“Um-m, feels good.” She held me close. “He’s as long as you, but not as thick. You feel good, I didn’t want to but he felt good, til that knot. Am I bad, Rick?”
“No baby, not a bit, you’re my sexy little princess.” I kissed her, and sucked her nipples as she came, faster than ever before with me. “Looks like everything still works.”
“Um-m, keep fucking me stud. I love your cock, I really do.”
“I know baby, I know.”
She started thrusting hard into me, and we came together. I rolled off her, then massaged her titties and kissed her. “I love you baby, you’re so sexy.” She started crying, and I rubbed her forehead. “It’s all right baby, it’s all over.”
“Rick, I want to tell you something, promise don’t get mad.”
“What is it?”
“Promise me you won’t be mad, and you’ll always love me, promise.”
“Sure sweetie,” I kissed her, “swear, I love you honey, and won’t get mad.”
“I love your dick, Rick, I love you fucking me, and would die without you. I’m not bad, really I’m not.” She sobbed. “I liked that dog licking my pussy, I liked that dog fucking me, and I liked taking the dog’s knot. It didn’t ruin me, did it?”
“No honey, you appear to be just fine.”
“Was I all sloppy loose?”
“Sweetie,” I kissed her, “you were sloppy, but–” Annie started crying, and I kissed her. “Honey, I meant messy, ah, sticky messy, messy sloppy, not sloppy loose. You’re not ruined, or the least bit loose.”
“Really?”
“Honest babe,” I kissed her, and not wanting to explain the mess factor again, just added, “it wasn’t any different than ****** love to you last night.”
“Do you hate me?”
“No honey, I adore you, nothing has changed.” I kissed her and cupped her wet, sticky pussy, getting her to start panting. “Sweetie, I encouraged you, and even though it was an accident I should shoulder more of the blame than you.”
“Really, you’re not going to resent me the next time we make love?”
“Never.” I kissed her. “What kind of husband would I be if I deserted you because things didn’t work out like planned.” She was softly crying, and I patted her butt. “Although, before we make love again, I think we should just put the cushion on the ground.”
She sniffled, “Why?”
“Will probably be better for Mr. Hound and you, or I would think.”
“Rick,” her head popped up, “you’ll let me fuck the dog, again?”
“Honey, I don’t own you, you can do as you please. I don’t think you’re going to hurt yourself, and I wanted you to be happy, and sexually aware fully.” I kissed her, and slipped a finger in her pussy. “And I don’t want to force you to sneak around behind my back for something you like to do. I love you, do you want me to put the cushion on the ground?”
“Yes, but stay with me.”
“Of course.” I helped her up, then laid the cushion on the ground.
Soon as my lovely wife was on her hands and knees, Mr. Hound trotted over and licked her pussy. I was sucking her titties, and felt him mount her, then I reached down and rubbed her clit. She was moaning and came before his knot started swelling. Putting a finger on each side, I judged it to be about the size of a tennis ball when he tried putting it in her pussy. Grunting and groaning she took the thing, and then he started hammering her pussy.
I think it grew even bigger, but couldn’t really tell, but the way Annie was howling I’d bet it had. She was cumming harder and more frequently than the first time. She came when the dog came, and I got a hold of his collar, but he wasn’t going anywhere. Annie was wiggling her butt getting off on the knot. When it was getting close I watched the knot come out, which was a bit smaller than a hardball, and a bunch of cum poured out.
The dog lapped up the mess getting Annie squealing again. He stopped, and she was panting hard. “God, Rick that was crazy.” Mr. Hound mounted her, as she giggled, “Oh god, not again, he is a pussyhound.”
Mr. Hound fucked her hard again, and when the knot popped out she fell over on her side. I stroked her hair, then she rolled over on her back, and I rubbed her titties. “You feel good,” she sobbed between gasps, “I liked what I just did, but I’m going to miss things from you.”
“Miss what, baby?” Have to admit, first thought crossing my mind was I was getting cut off from some fine pussy.
“Well you’re never going to eat me again,” she started bawling, “and I really loved it.”
“Honey,” I glanced over at the dog, “I have no problem eating you, it’s him.”
“Really?” Annie wiped her eyes. “Even after what you saw?”
“Baby, I told you I was fine with it, wasn’t lying.” Dog was still busy licking himself. “But, if I do anything like that he’s going to bite my ass.”
She raised her head a little. “Mr. Hound, I want you to behave, and you’re going to share, right?”
Not sure if she was expecting an answer, but he did look up and lick his chops, although I’m not sure if he was looking at my ass or my wife’s pussy. I bent down and kissed her nipple, then looked back at the dog. Annie took my head in both hands, “It’ll be okay,” pulling me to her nipple.
I sucked her nipple, and she started cooing. “That’s nice, real nice. I love it, and I love you.”
Dog was watching us, but didn’t look as if he was going to go rabid on me. Keeping her between the dog and me I sucked her other nipple, and I didn’t hear anything but Annie moaning. Kissed my way down her belly. “Oh no Rick you can’t!”
Jumped up and hauled ass for the pool, then Annie called out, “What are you doing?”
“Ah,” I turned around, “thought the dog was after me.”
“Told him to behave, he’ll behave and share.” She wagged a finger at me. “I’m a mess, and you have to behave too.”
“Alright,” I came back to her side, keeping an eye on Mr. Hound, “but just wanted to show you as far as I’m concerned nothing has changed.”
“So, you were going to eat my pussy?”
“Sure, you like it, I like it, why not?” I knelt, and gave her a kiss. “But, don’t want bit on the ass, or worse my balls torn off.”
“You’re a pervert.” Thought it would be best to let that straight line go. She giggled. “And a fast one, I’ve never seen you move so quick.”
“It’s all in the incentive honey,” I was massaging her titties, “I’ve a great fondness for my balls.”
“Um-m, me too.” She had me by the ears, guiding me to her nipples. “Love the number you do on my nipples.” Her legs went wide, and she let out a sigh, pushing my head down. “I do like it, and if you want to eat me, I wouldn’t say no.”
She didn’t say no, but when I started working over her clit she said a lot of other things, some even real words. I was worrying when she started howling because I couldn’t hear him, and with the death grip Annie had on my ears the damn dog would’ve tore my nuts off for sure.
After two or three hard orgasms she let go of my head and I kissed my way back up to her nipples. She pulled me up, and kissed me. “You’re a pervert, my pervert.”
“Yes, I am baby.”
She gave me another passionate kiss. “Told you he’d behave.”
“Yeah, well maybe he doesn’t care about me getting sloppy seconds.”
“Rick!” She gave me a whack, and Mr. Hound immediately stood.
“Hey,” I laughed, “you can’t keep lobbing them over the plate and expect I’m not going to send one out of the park.” She whacked me again and the dog took a step towards us. “Make him sit, and don’t hit me no more.”
“Oh yeah,” she giggled, “I’m liking this power. Mr. Hound, behave, sit.” She fondled me. “Oh yeah, you like it to, service me.”
I chuckled at the change in her, and she whacked me, this time getting the dog to growl. “Honey,” I hissed out of the side of my mouth, “you have to stop swatting me.”
“Why? Maybe I just want to see how fast you really are.” She laughed, and lifted up my dick. “You want me to quit, might be a good idea to put this to good use.” I slid in her, and she hummed, “Um-m, better, much better.”
An inhabitation dam must have broken because she threw a great fuck into me, and enjoyed two or three more orgasms. Both of us panting I was at her side when she rolled over and started to get up. But, soon as she was on all fours Mr. Hound nailed her, and she went back to howling.
After a quick fuck his knot popped out, and he gave her two or three licks, then was right back on her. This one lasted twice as long, and his knot took longer before it popped out and Annie fell over. She just patted my arm for a while, trying to catch her breath. “I’m done, how the hell am I going to get up?”
“Well,” I chuckled, “not from a kneeling position, that’s for damn sure.” She gave me that look, but refrained from hitting me. “It’s alright baby, stay on your back, I can just pick you up.”
“Yeah, and maybe he’ll nail you when you bend over.” She giggled. “Maybe if you just let him do you, I can get up.”
“Oh, you’re funny.” I looked over at the dog. “Ah, just to be safe, can you make him back up a little, or better yet a lot?”
“Mr. Hound, you’re scaring the homophobic pervert,” Annie’s laughing, “go over there.”
He headed over to where she was pointing, and with his back to me I jumped up, then pulled Annie to her feet. She was flat exhausted, so I carried her into the pool, cleaned her up, then dried her off before putting her to bed. She fell asleep on my shoulder while saying how much she loved me over and over.
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