This choice: The dominant dog marks you • Go Back... Semi-softened or no that alpha canine's muskily smelly cock is still humiliatingly larger than your own, and it's a liberally splattered mess with how it's slathered in its own cum.
Seeming discontent with the dirty state of its dick and unwilling to resheathe it, the dog prowls on up to readily straddle your body with its torso. On your hands and knees, you find yourself under the hound as it presses its odoriferous dong into your cum-sodden face. You hear a growl starting to build in the deep chest above you, and the dog bucks with some force as it tries to wrench open your lips; there's no missing its desire, or the threat behind it. Resigning yourself with a more than a bit of fear-thrilled arousal that makes your ass and junk alike pulse with pleasure, you open your mouth wide. The moment your moist breath hits its dick, your animal assaulter thrusts their hips forward, shoving their partially softened sausage deep down your throat. You find yourself thinking of Samantha's brutal treatment of your butt as your throat's stretched beyond capacity. Your bruised dick sprays pre into the doggy-spunk it's wallowing in, and choking or no you can't deny enjoying it, just like the buttfucking you received from the secretary.
The hound whimpers with happiness and jams its maleness further forward, and you feel your face stretching around that deliciously head-sized knot.
You're forced into an obscene display by some beast - and now there's a hot fluid spewing into your belly without the familiar spasms of an ejaculating cock. More and more floods into you, enough to make you feel bloated and full and yet it keeps coming. You can feel your belly tighten and swell, you can feel its steamy liquid flooding out of your nose as it backs up from your stomach. You even feel its hot wetness going through your guts and pressing against your ass, and no matter how hard you clench you can feel its moistness creeping through. Whatever it is that's being pumping into your innards you're basically shitting it out against your will - and you can't deny that this further debasing and gross thought serves to heighten your arousal. Wrenching its dick free from your face and tugging you forward, you realize with a coughing start that the dog was pissing into your gut, and its continued stream is now giving you a golden shower.
Which means you just anally pissed with a dog's own urine, a perverse part of your mind reminds you.
It's more than that; the dog's loping around you as it marks you, and incredibly pungent or no it's a powerful flow. You find the seed staining you cleansed under its imposing musk, your face and shirt getting pressure-washed clean. Your crotch, so heavily layered with soaked in dog-spunk resists the dog-wee, and with a growl the dog gives up as its seemingly endless blast wanes to a dribbling halt. You're soaked from head to toe, still coughing and gagging as your throat settles back down, your belly visibly swollen and audibly sloshing with piss. The dog seems to find this a proper end to things, and trots off to go bother its napping companion with a playful nip to its Julie-filled balls.
Dazed, shocked by what happened and incredibly horny despite it all, you just... sit there, for a minute and try to sort things out. While you're trying to redefine yourself in the face of so many life firsts forcing their way into your life and making you aware of parts of yourself you just plain didn't know were there, you see the dogs wander off. Your dominator has to nose and shoulder along the other's nuts they're so full, but they've vanished over a grassy knoll in short order. You dimly feel at peace with being alone - and then one of the pigs that had been fussing with Julie not too long ago wanders into your field of view, its nose crinkled as it peers about. Offering you a snuffle that seems like a porcine shrug, it trundles right up to you, and knocks its snout against your head and shoulders. You're knocked back onto your butt, your pants squelching with canine fluids as you plop down, and before you can react the pig's trotted forward and buried its face in your groin. At first you're alarmed when you see its maw opening wide - you've heard about how pigs can chew through human bone without much trouble - but thankfully it's just to give its lapping tongue a better angle.
You find yourself subjected to a slathering and slobby pig tongue-bath to your crotch... and you realize its slurping up the cum still soaked into your pants.
While you'd like to enjoy this, you notice there's a distinct and worryingly growing tug to its ministrations. The hungry pig's nipping at your pants more and more with each cum-munching go of things. You'd rather not get eaten just because you're wearing food before a vorish beast, and so you quickly unzip your pants and struggle on out of their wet confines. Your underwear too when you see the pig's inquisitive nose seeking out its cumsoaked front as well. You're down to your shirt, socks and shoes now - no, just shirt and socks as the pig quickly gulps down the footwear that came off in the process of de-pantsing. In short order much of your wardrobe's gone, and as you're trying to work out what your next move should be the pig shoulders into you with its girthy bulk, oinking with an even more fiercely wrinkled nose as it sniffs you with fierce intensity.
Eventually the pig that pushed you back down finds its way to your crotch, giving a disgusted grunt as it sees the hound-spooge and some of your pre slathered across your genitals.
Whatever you expected, it wasn't for the pig to give you a sense of déjà vu. Knocking you fully prone with a shove of its forelegs, it straddles you, groin over groin. Only now do you really look down below on the animal, and what you see is just as foreboding as with the dog just moments ago. Drooping nuts that you only now realize you feel dragging over your thighs, each testicle the size of a football. A mildly wrinkled and veiny length of pale pink flesh the size of your arm, the pigdick curling in the air as it aims at your bare and triply sodden smaller manhood. With a particularly loud squeal the porcine cock geysers its thick and sticky seed. Gallons spew onto your crotch - and don't just pool, but they cling. Layers cake up and clump together, and in seconds your entire dick and balls are swallowed in a congealing mound of pigspunk. You try to brush it off, but it's far too solid, and even when you grip it it's resistive in a rubbery way - and every shift in pressure makes it grip and molest your enshrouded maleness. You're pretty sure your dick would break first, rather than this stickily formed orb of pig-seed semi-dried about your crotch.
Seeing your offendingly dog-scented genitals properly covered in piggy musk, your newest assaulter snorts, and...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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