This choice: You can't stop Julie from becoming dogspunk • Go Back...Chapter #15You can't stop Julie from becoming dogspunk by: WangJohnson   Time's just not on Julie's side; you try to get around the dog blocking your way.
Showing off its experience at shepherding, the big and burly farmdog half-pounces at your shoulders, forcing you to bat away at its dominantly thrusting paws that try to bowl you over. While you're trying to keep both your footing and forward momentum, the reared dog's angrily scarlet schlong jerks and throbs, splattering you like taking a geyser dead-on. The hound's knotted dong is aimed right at your own, dousing the crotch of your trousers with a barrage of musky dogseed. The pressure's so great you can feel the cum enveloping your junk, forced through pants and underwear alike. Your dick, still bathing in its own pre, shudders at the forced jizzy bath, and your legs tremble with arousal.
You wrestle with the rearing horndog, but its fat red prick keeps cumming, your groin keeps getting pounded with dominant seed, and you keep feeling more aroused.
With a dog's hot breath and slobbering tongue constantly in your face, you still manage to keep your eyes on Julie. By now her other hands risky shoving at the dog's cockhead has ended with both her arms sliding down its shaft, and you're just in time to see her cum-smeared head starting to slip in. Veiny red canine dick ripples and flexes and suckles, pulling her in no matter her struggles. She coughs and complains as she's showered in cum throughout the forced cockvoring, slipping in with greater and greater ease. Soon you see the obscene outline of her head and torso bulging out the dog's shaft, and her face slides into the dog's swollen melon of a knot right as the dog you still struggle with jams their hips forward. You gasp in surprise and pain alike as its rock-hard pecker jabs your aroused yet still soft junk, bruising your trouser snake and balls alike. A fist-sized mass of steamy-hot cockhead smashes the cum already soaked through your clothes even harder against your crotch, violently massaging it into your bits. You don't think you'll ever get the stench of dog-musk off your manhood after this, and something about that thought and the painful treatment drive your arousal even higher.
It's at that point that the big hound starts cuming even harder, pressurized jizz practically exploding right against your smaller maleness.
Your hips pull back not just from the forceful fluid punch, but also because it's the only way you can stay standing. Your eyes are swimming with lust, and you can't get the thought of seeing what else this dog wants to do to you out of your head. You're almost delirious as the dog slobbers and pants even more in your face, seeming pleased with your shrinking figure. It pops its torso fully above you, its dick now bobbing between pressed against your drawn back crouch, and trailing up your chest to prod at your face. Animal spunk splatters all over your upper body, and you constantly have to blink and squint to still see amidst your bestial facial. As you pant with need, you see Julie's struggles stop, and her slack-legged body sliding down into the other dog's waiting balls. Soon the sack's even bigger than its owner, and without a second thought the other canine settles down for a nap atop its nut-ballooning meal.
Half-choking on the cum that keeps spraying your face, you fall to the ground in defeat, trying to figure out what you should do. The secretaries going to be mad at you, you're sure - and with the power she's got she can probably end you any way she wants. You're basically a marked man, no, with no future... unless. Unless you get some protection from her wrath - the Principal herself, or maybe her brother the official Vice Principle? You could beg her forgiveness - she did seem pretty nice, it might be possible. ...Or you could just cockvore her, give her the same sendoff you just watched her daughter get. Yeah... that'd be hot as hell.
Still dazed with lust and completely soaked in dog spooge, you realize your assaulter's circling you, their cock very much so still out of its sheathe and more than a foot long... but curiously still quite soft and floppy.
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