XXX-Fiction

Part One

Rose adjusted her backpack and looked both ways before she crossed the street and walked through the parking lot and back behind the building. She loved coming to the pound, especially after hours. She could hear the dogs inside barking, as they always did, and the barking got louder when they knew she was at the back door. Two benefits of a relatively small town were that an attractive girl her age, nineteen and just entering university, could walk around safely. Also, the local humane society building had an unlocked chain link fence around the back and a back service door that was usually always unlocked.

The dogs went crazy, barking at her as she came in. She smiled at all her puppy friends, reaching her hand through the large cages, scattering ears, and petting heads. She had been sneaking into the pound for six months after the workers had left, usually around 6:30 pm. She would watch from across the street until the last person left, then let herself inside to be with her furry friends. They loved her, and she loved them. Some of them she loved in a very intimate way.

That thought made her smile and made her tingle down between her legs. Her hand drifted to the hem of her short dress, and she trailed her fingers to her vagina, rubbing the sensitive spot between her lips. It was always exciting coming here. Rose liked doing something special for the pound puppies, which was why she was here. She remembered the first time she was here, six months ago.

It had been an intern field trip, her high school sponsored them for exiting seniors looking for their vocation, and they came to the humane society and got a tour. They saw the dogs and cats and the vet area where they got checkups and shots, got baths, and how they went out to play while their cages were hosed out and everything. But while most dogs were in big pens with many other dogs, one of the big cages only had one dog. He was fully grown, with short brown hair, probably a Lab mix. Rose had asked the lady why he was all alone.

“That’s Charlie,” she said. “Charlie is being adopted! So he is in our lucky cage. The veterinarian makes his monthly visit tomorrow, and Charlie will get fixed before he goes to his new home.”

‘Fixed,’ Rose had thought. ‘Yeah, right. The poor boy would never get to do what comes naturally to him again.’ Rose’s neighbors and their dog Rowdy had taught her much since Rose moved to the neighborhood. And one thing she knew was that dogs were passionate lovers. She had decided then that poor Charlie would get one last night of fun before his opportunity was gone for good.

So that night, after the staff had left, she had snuck back to the pound to see if she could get inside. Finding the back door unlocked was a stroke of luck. Rose let herself in and got worried when all the animals went crazy. Would anybody come to check on them? After a while, she figured they would not. She had scratched ears and patted heads until they calmed down, then walked to the ‘lucky’ cage. Charlie jumped, spun, and wagged his tail, and Rose opened the big door and stepped inside. He was so excited!

She rubbed and petted him, and he rolled on his back for a tummy rub. She squatted down, rubbed his tummy, and couldn’t help but look at his big furry sheath, imagining his red penis inside and inside her. She let her hand wander down there and stroked him. His face looked so relaxed, and she knew he was enjoying the attention. Rose stopped rubbing, and he rolled over suddenly. He noticed the way she was squatting there, and the way her skirt was parted, exposing her bare pussy.

Charlie crawled forward on his belly, his head disappearing under the skirt to sniff her. Then he backed out and looked at her. ‘Boy dogs have such longing looks,’ she thought, smiling.

Rose suddenly felt the need to pee and decided she better do so before she played with Charlie. She stood and wiggled out of her dress, now completely naked in the ‘lucky’ pen. It made her wickedly excited! She looked around and saw a drain on the floor. Walking over, Rose squatted, positioned herself over the small drain, and peed. As she suspected, this fascinated Charlie, who came close to watch. Rose moved back to the other side of the pen when she finished, and Charlie followed happily. A little nervous about being there without permission, Rose was anxious to begin. She knelt on all fours and wiggled her bottom, patting her cheeks and calling Charlie.

“Here, boy, come look, come here!”

Charlie came over and sniffed her. He sniffed her from her thighs to her damp pussy and between the cheeks at her butt. Dogs always loved to smell and lick THAT particular hole. Luckily, Rose thought that felt good, too! Charlie sniffed, and he started to lick. Oh, did it feel good when they licked? He licked her bottom and vagina, his tongue dipping deeply inside her holes, tasting and preparing her. Rose raised her backside just a little higher, and Charlie’s exploring tongue found her clitoris with his rough tongue, which felt so nice!

Charlie licked and snuffed and snuffed and licked until his licking was so forceful she started to feel little nibbles from his teeth. She knew this meant he was excited and ready for mating! She wiggled her butt, making him stop licking, and slapped her bottom again, trying to get him on top of her. He jumped up, then down several times. Rose decided Charlie may have never had sex before at all! That meant she would be his first, which made her happy.

Then she realized she would be his last since he was getting fixed. But somehow, the idea that the only vagina that Charlie ever felt wrapping around his cock and making him feel so good would always be hers made her determined to help him succeed. Rose was very excited herself now. Her little pussy was aching to feel Charlie inside her, filling her deeply with his warm, wet dog cum.

“Please, Charlie!” Rose begged. “Please! It feels really good. I promise!”

Rose wiggled again, and Charlie tried again, climbing to her back. This time, she felt his front paws slip around her sides and grab her tightly. His warm, furry tummy was soft on her back. He was humping steadily, moving her around but failing to find her opening. Usually, someone was there to help guide the dog inside her, but she was alone this time. She reached under her, between her legs, and groped till she found his furry sheath.

She could feel the pink tip of his dog cock pointing out, and small spurts of fluid got on her hands and then sprayed on her tingling lips as she guided him to her spot. He was still humping spasmodically, and she could not guide him very well, but she got him close enough that the tip started to touch her flesh. This moved him into turbo mode! Charlie thrust until the tip of his penis suddenly reached between her pussy lips and into her vagina. Feeling that he had found the spot, Charlie drove his cock inside her cunt.

Rose let go and pulled her arm back so she could rest her face on her hands. She loved this part! Charlie’s front paws gripped her so hard. His warm belly tickled her back as he fucked her hard and fast. His dog cock was warm inside her and very slick as it slid back and forth in her pussy, plunging deeper and deeper. That was the strange thing about boy dogs. You never knew how big their penis would be. At least the first time. They changed size so much, but usually only after they were deep inside their girl. Rose had learned to relax the muscles in her bottom and wait and see. She loved caressing that penis with her soft pussy, using those nerves to explore his cock as it grew inside her.

Charlie kept thrusting, excited to be there, with Rose wrapped around his throbbing cock. Urgently he fucked her, his penis already spurting warm cum inside her. Rose smiled at his excitement and relaxed, letting him breed her. She knew it wasn’t breeding; it was just fun that felt good! But for males, mating was a very important need, and they always took it seriously, breeding their bitch with great energy. And truthfully, secretly, Rose liked that part. The idea that during this time, she was his. His bitch to use for his urgent need. To fuck and to take his dog’s sperm to breed her. His boy parts were specially designed for this, a fact Rose quickly became aware of!

His dog cock had expanded larger and larger inside her. Growing many times larger and pushing out against her walls. But that’s not all. She could feel his knot growing! Just inside her vaginal opening and past her now slippery, engorged pussy lips. The base of his penis was swelling much larger than the rest. Like a tennis ball, it grew there, stretching her out, inside, until it was larger than her entrance! It goes in small and then grows so big it cannot come back out again! This is called a tie.

It didn’t happen every time, but it was so wonderful when it did. This was what a dog breeding his bitch was all about. With the knot growing to full size and creating a tie with his bitch, it locked them together. It ensured she could not pull off his penis until he was done depositing his warm sperm inside her womb. And boy, dogs had a lot of sperm! Rose lay there, stretched full, feeling every inch of his penis, which felt so warm it was like a fever inside her, with the inner walls of her vagina.

She could feel each contraction of his cock as it spurted deep inside her. And that beautiful knot made sure that not a drop could leak out. Charlie came and came, and every ounce of it splashed her insides. Rose loved it. Each spasm of his cock thrilled her. Each pulsing vibration of that huge penis tickled her, followed by the feeling of the fluid that squirted out, spraying the deepest part of her vagina.

She knew that she was stuck there. Unable to leave. Unable to escape. Now she would be forced to accept all of Charlie’s cum. All she could do until he finished was accept his sperm inside her. And it could be as long as twenty minutes!

Rose smiled. She loved this part, too. Her hand slipped back between her legs to her tender, swollen pussy. She used her finger to explore, feeling the narrow part of his penis and where it disappeared inside her stretched hole. She dipped her fingers inside her to find that throbbing knot, feel its warmth and spasm repeatedly, pumping her full of his seed. Then her hand trailed down to her engorged clitoris, aching, and she began to rub herself. In moments her orgasm came over her, her muscles clenching, squeezing Charlie’s swollen cock, milking his cum from him with her need.

Her nipples rubbed against the smooth concrete and sent electricity through her. Rose lay there in bliss for several minutes until Charlie slid off her back and then did a unique dog thing. He threw one back leg up over her bottom and turned around. His penis was still locked inside her, but now they were butt to butt, with Charlie’s penis pointed backward between his legs to disappear into their tie. Still, he came inside her. Rose reached up between her legs and touched herself again.

Feeling another orgasm build, she moaned, “Oh, Charlie! See! I told you it felt so nice! Good boy!”

And then she was off again, her body riding a spasming, convulsing wave of ecstasy with a large, hot, pulsing dog cock at its core.

Rose did not know how long they were tied together. But after a long time, she finally felt the knot get smaller. Charlie also felt it and attempted to pull out of her, but Rose quickly grabbed his hind legs. Partly because she did not want him to stop cumming inside of her. Rose loved that part! But partly to give him time to shrink even more, as she did not want it to hurt when they came apart. Even when it hurt, it was not bad after so much stretching and orgasm.

Finally, she let Charlie go, and he started to walk away, his knot tugging against her pussy lips as it tried to pop through. Rose quickly backed up with him, relaxing her bottom as much as she could, and his knot came free with a wonderful, wet sound. And then, Rose loved this part, his long swollen cock pulled out of her aching vagina, warm and slicker, thrilling the excited nerves of her opening and her lips as it slipped out.

It was followed, as always, by a flood of warm, wet dog cum. Rose was always amazed at how much had been deposited inside her. It came as a waterfall of dog sperm, washing down her pussy lips and off her swollen button to splash on the pen floor, slowed to a stream, and then a trickle, running down her thighs. Dogs cum SO much!

Rose had petted Charlie and told him he was a good boy and imagined he was grateful to her for giving herself to him for his use. She felt very good for giving him her pussy as a gift. And she knew she would have to do that for all the dogs the night before the vet came.

*****

Part Two

Tonight, though, was her seventh visit to the pound since that first night with Charlie. Once, she had snuck in, and no dogs were in the ‘Lucky’ cage. But only that once. A couple of times, there had been two! Rose wandered back to the lucky pen, and, to her surprise, this time, there were three! They yipped and barked and wagged tails as she approached. A furry collie, a dark brown dog, and the third were a very short-haired, muscular gray dog with a big smile. Rose looked at the clipboard tied to the bars and left it there for the vet, who would be there the next day, to see the dogs’ names. The collie was named Spark, a chocolate lab named Knight, and the large, muscled dog was named Rocko. He must have been a last-minute addition because his name was scrawled in a different pen color on the sheet.

Rose let herself into the cage and giggled as they mobbed her. Once she settled them down, she shrugged off her backpack and wiggled out of her dress. Rose loved being naked inside the dog pen. It made her feel a bit naughty and primal. She had upped her game over the months, coming prepared, so she reached into her backpack and pulled out some items. She had decided that if this was going to be these dogs’ last time, they should get something special.

One of her items was a cute set of puppy ears that she slid onto her head. She had a piece of faux fur that she wrapped around her middle and buttoned to protect her back from scratches. Lastly, she had a furry dog tail that she tied around her hips. It was easy to flip out of the way of important things, but she thought it looked cute and hoped the dogs liked it. Once her outfit was complete, she set her backpack out of the way and let herself slip to the floor on her hands and knees.

Spark, Knight, and Rocko bounded around her, tongues lolling, tails wagging and excited, like all dogs when a human comes down to their level. Rose laughed, reached out to ‘paw’ them with her hands, and played for a bit. Then, as it always seemed to excite the dogs, she headed over to the other side of the pen, where the drain was. Rose was glad the staff regularly hosed that area, so it was clean. The dogs mostly used the bathroom outside anyway, unless they needed to go in the middle of the night. Rose was always there before then.

She walked on hands and knees until her vagina was over the drain, then she flipped her tail over her hip and, spreading her legs, lowered her pussy until it was just off the ground, and she peed, just like girl dogs do. It made her feel deliciously naughty to pee that way. And it always excited the boys, who sniffed, and watched until she finished and crawled away, then they smelled her little puddle as it went down the drain and, as always, stepped over it and peed a little themselves. It was the first thing they did to claim her as their own.

Rose dog walked back over to the other side of the pen, and the boys followed. They began to play wrestle, grappling and rolling over each other. Sometimes, she would end up on her back, one of the boys standing over her, and she would reach up to stroke his sheath. Sometimes one of them would catch her scent, and it would be more interesting than playing, and she would feel a cold nose between her legs, and she would lay there on her back and enjoy that rough dog tongue.

Unsurprisingly, Rocko was the first dog to decide that playtime was over. Now one thing Rose had previously discovered was that when there was more than one male, they were very competitive about taking her, and it usually ended up in multiple fuckings from each of them. And the boys always had a particular order, with one being the more ‘Alpha’ and the others recognizing that. In this case, Rocko was the Alpha, and the other two would wait their turn with her.

Rose rolled to her knees, and Rocko immediately shoved his nose into her slit, snuffing and licking her. Rose moaned at his aggressive attention, her pussy already throbbing and aching to be entered. Rocko was not long in getting to business, and he climbed on top of her, his front legs quickly clamped powerfully around her waist, holding her firm. She had two strong suspicions.

First, unlike Charlie, this was not Rocko’s first time, and he knew well how to breed a girl. Second, she was certain she could not escape him now if she wanted to. But she did not want to! She could feel that he was hunching furiously, looking for her vagina. Small warm jets of fluid sprayed her genitals as he searched. Rose had read about that and knew it was not dog sperm yet, just a warm fluid meant to lubricate and make it easier for the penis to slip inside her. She was craving that connection and pushed herself backward, trying to help him find her needy vaginal opening.

As always, it was sudden and wonderful! That probing red penis finally passed between her lips, and recognizing he had found his mark, Rocko thrust his cock into her in a couple of quick thrusts. Rose could tell right away that Rocko was thicker and longer than any other dog that had taken her, even in its probing, pre-swollen size. But in just moments, he started to grow inside her. Still thrusting like a jackhammer, his cock expanded, stretching her tight pussy and making her moan, his big penis turning into a pulsing, overly warm, throbbing mating tool, spraying her insides all the while.

Rocko was spurting so much fluid it ran out of her slit and dripped to the floor in a steady stream. She also knew he was going to tie with her. Rose lay there, loving the virility with which she was being bred, and waited to see how big that knot would get. She felt it keenly as it got larger. Thrills shot through her when she recognized the last time that it was small enough to pass through her opening, a stretching, great tug as it came out, a satisfying pop as it was forced back in, and then it was too big and was locked inside of her.

Her grasping vagina gripped it. Rose’s cuntal muscles slid around it, entrapping it within her body, and the rim of her pussy hole was now around the narrow bit of Rocko’s penis behind the knot. She was being tickled by the furry sheath, pushing against her as the dog tried to drive its cock and knot deeper. Even though there was nowhere else for him to go.

Rose had been bred by a dog many times. Had used her body to make many a dog’s cock very happy. Her soft, warm walls wrapped around it, caressing his length, even as this one, non-furry part of him throbbed inside her belly and filled her with hot sperm. But never before had she been impaled on a cock like she was with Rocko. The large swollen tip of his penis was almost as big around as some of the knots she had taken, wedged firmly against her deepest part.

Its tapered tip was slightly through the ring of her cervix, and he pumped his sperm in a hot spray into her belly. His huge member, locked tightly inside her, was so hot. Much warmer than her body temperature. That pulsing, convulsing cock filled her with his fluid, also at his warmer temperature. And the convulsions were so fast! His penis throbbed and jerked and spasmed with each spray of sperm.

Never had Rose felt more owned, more taken, more of an outlet for his urgent need to breed than she did right now with Rocko. He was mating with her, trying to make her pregnant with his cum. And she loved it. His weight rested on her back, her little false tail dangling off her hip as he panted with his exertions. Now he would spend all of the time until his knot receded, constantly filling her with his sperm.

Not one for cuddling, Rocko quickly threw his leg over her bottom and turned around, leaving his cock tightly in place as he stood facing the other way. Rose settled in, knowing it would be a very long time before they could part, and slid her fingers between her legs to give herself a little pleasure. She gently stroked her clitoris, knowing she would come very quickly if she did anything else but wanted to prolong the experience. Rose rested her face on her arm and looked around. Being in the pen, behind bars, a few feet from where she had peed, Rocko’s huge purple penis spurting inside her all came together to make her feel wonderfully naughty, and she sighed.

Then she blinked. What was that over there in the corner outside the pen? It was in shadow where the overhead lights did not reach. She looked, focusing her eyes. Shoes. And pants! Someone was there! He must have noticed that she saw him because he stood from the chair he had set up to watch her and approached the ‘Lucky’ pen. He was wearing janitor’s overalls. Rose rose on her hands, felt Rocko’s firm knot like a baseball inside her vagina, and knew she could do nothing. This man stood outside the pen, looking at her. She could not move. He let himself inside the pen and walked over.

“Hi, Rocko. Good boy you are,” he said, petting Rocko. “Was that tight little pussy nice?”

“Please go away!” Rose begged.

He didn’t. Instead, he raised Rocko’s tail to look at their connection. His finger probed her, making a V on either side of where Rocko disappeared inside her. The stranger stroked her pussy lips, which were slick from her fucking. Her dog fucking!

“Damn, girl,” he said. “That was impressive. Most impressive. I have seen Rocko fuck many women that could not take him as you did!”

Rose was on her hands and knees, but otherwise, she was still stuck on Rocko’s knot. Never had she been in a more embarrassing or frightening position. Her pussy still throbbed excitedly, and desire and lust flowed through her. Beads of sweat were all over her skin. Oh, and a dog was pumping her pussy full of dog cum.

*Throb, spurt.*

Now, a stranger watched on.

*Spasm, spray.*

‘Wait, what did he say? Other women?’ she thought.

“You have seen Rocko with other girls?” Rose asked.

*Throb, spurt, Moan.*

“Of course,” the man replied. “Rocko is my dog! I have been watching you sneak up in here for a few months and decided to bring my boy Rocko down to breed that little pussy of yours.”

“So, you are not going to get me in trouble? Call the cops? Report this?” Rose asked, breathy, almost pleading.

*Jerk. Convulse. Spray.*

“Trouble? Well, let’s say that I think we can work something out. If you behave, you will not get in trouble. I promise,” the stranger said.

“I just like to let the dogs have one more time, you know, with a girl, before the vet comes,” she explained.

*Throb. Warm, huge, veiny, throb. Spurt.*

Her knees were weak.

“I know. That is very caring of you. But of course, it is not just a service. You enjoy it too, right?”

Rose bit her lip. Rocko’s cock spasmed, and dog cum sprayed her insides. She looked up at the man, more honest than ever before. How could she not be in her current position?

“Yes, sir.”

*Spasm. Throb. Spray.*

The man knelt beside her, his hand running up her sticky thigh, exploring between her lips to find her button.

“I can feel him pulsing. You like the way Rocko cums inside you?” he asked.

*Convulsion. Throb. Spurt.*

“Oh yes, Sir! Oh, God. Please!” she begged, and he obliged.

He rubbed her clit, and Rose’s muscles spasmed, clamping down on Rocko’s hard knot, her pussy squeezing on the whole length of him, sucking his cum from his cock. Her nipples turned harder than ever as her orgasm rippled through her whole body, with her swollen, abused little pussy as the epicenter. She jerked and spasmed and shook with the power of it. It went on and on, leaving her spent and breathless.

And still tied with Rocko.

*Throb. Pulse. Spray*

 

The End.

 

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