Bung Popping

By HDTopper.
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I could not believe how hot I was; normally, I’m a control freak in every part of my life, even when it comes to sex, but not last night. There I was in bed with an older man for the first time in my life. I mean, I’m 33, and here I was in bed with my next-door neighbor of 60 and literally now nothing more than exhausted well fucked subservient putty in his hands.

It all began so innocently. Doug and I had met at the supermarket just doing our weekly shopping, and as we strolled the aisles, I noticed he had many high-end kinds of cheese. I asked the obvious question, was he having a party, and he laughed and said yes, but no one had been invited.

“Okay,” I asked, “that sounds odd. What kind of party is that?”

Doug laughed even harder and said, “Well, I will pop my baby’s bung and drink her virgin juices.”

Now I was shocked and floored, but I guess the look on my face made that quite apparent.

“Relax, Gina, it’s not as weird as you think. It’s just an old expression that my old friend Gerry and I created a long time ago. We used it each year when we had the first glasses of a new batch of homemade wine. I’m not sure. Did you even know my hobby was making wine, did you?”

“No, I didn’t, but that sounds like a fun hobby.”

“It is, but unfortunately, the friend I lost in that auto accident a few months back was Gerry, so I am having a party in his honor. This was the last batch we started together.”

The sudden sad thoughts brought us both to silence as we continued shopping, and a few minutes later, he said his goodbyes and headed for the registers.

I was in the driveway removing the bags from my trunk when I jumped from being startled as someone cleared their throat then said, “Excuse me, Gina, I didn’t mean to scare you, but I felt bad about being a downer when I brought up Gerry’s accident.”

“Oh, no problem,” I responded.

“Hey, how about joining me in a little cheese and some bung popping? You know I have two, a hearty red and a smooth white.”

We bantered back and forth as he helped me bring in my groceries, and during all that banter, he, without having a clue, hit my hot button as he went on and on about how good wine and great cheese are poorly used if it is not blended with fine company and wholesome idle chatter. Well, Doug had no idea that just a few days earlier, I walked in on my jerk boyfriend of five years and bigger jerk girlfriend shuffling their sex organs together, worse yet, on the sheets I had purchased for him and me to shuffle on. Well, feeling betrayed, lonely, and alone on a beautiful Friday night, I accepted.

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Chapter I

The evening was going along quite smoothly, and I found out a little about Doug, like that pretty blonde woman that stopped by on occasion was a “kind-of,” as he called her girlfriend. Sometime back after their divorces, they dated and then decided that they would be close friends instead.

As the night progressed and the wine flowed, I admit I had acquired another admirer. His name was Bubba. Bubba, you see, was Doug’s mutt and the friendliest mutt you’d ever want to meet. He just parked his butt on the sofa next to me, and now and then, I had to push his head down because he had this thing about kissing my legs and worming his nose up under my shirt, boy, just like a guy sensing where the heat was coming from.

As we finished the first pitcher of fantastic wine, it was clear, crisp, and had a slight refrigerated chill.

By this time, Doug had somehow gotten me to talk about me catching my so-called friend and boyfriend screwing each other into oblivion. The wine, the company, and even Bubba had me feeling so comfy and mellow. As I rambled on about my tragic love life and occasionally had to move Bubba’s curious nose, I mentally searched for an exit from the situation of talking about HIM!

Then it came to me by accident, “Doug, how do you get that slight chill in your wine? Do you have a special wine cooler?”

“No, no, come with me. Let me show you my secret.”

Doug virtually dragged me down the dark basement, and as we entered, I was becoming ill at ease about being led to somewhere I knew nothing about. I suddenly became frightened as we reached a big door that was obviously against the far side of his basements foundation. ‘Oh my God, a Dungeon,’ I thought. ‘I am about to be raped, killed, and never seen again.’

Then the big door swung inward with a loud creaking sound, and as he put his hand behind my head, I was about to scream and begin running as I heard the unmistakable click. Doug flipped the light switch, and before my eyes, another three steps down was another basement filled with wooden kegs, full and empty bottles covered the shelves on the wall, and the aroma of grapes and wine-filled my nostrils with happiness. I was safe. It was not a den of abuse but liquid pleasure.

As we entered the wine cellar, it became apparent why the wine had a slight chill because the room had that natural chill in the air. Doug proudly showed me the inner workings of his great hobby. Wearing only a light top with no bra and a knee-length skirt, I became quite cold in this slightly cool room. It was then that I saw Doug stare momentarily at my chest, causing me to look down, and as I did, I could see the nipples of my small perky breasts sticking out a good inch and a half or more.

I tried to hide the apparent problem graciously, but Doug was more the gentleman than the men I was around. Doug ignored the obvious, refilled his carafe, and led me promptly back to the sofa. Oh, once there, I had to fight Bubba for my seat near the arm, but once seated, he relented and again searched for his section of my warm thigh.

As he did, I looked down and whispered, “Forget it, buddy. There are no warm thighs left. I’m freezing.

I had no intention of Doug hearing me say that, but apparently, he did, and like a true gentleman without any song and dance, he excused himself for a moment returning with a blanket. Not allowing me to move, he spread the blanket across me, covering Bubba, who had already had half his nose under my skirt completely, then refilled my glass, offered me more cheese and bread then returned to his seat, resuming the conversation as if there were no interruptions at all.

Time passed, and somehow, he had me consuming more wine than I ever had before, and for some reason, I didn’t feel that upset wine stomach I always did in the restaurants and pubs.

I noticed or didn’t notice until the next day. As he continued to talk, I believe his voice became somewhat monotone and somewhat more dominating.

As I listened, I remember him moving onto the couch, down a little, and sitting behind me, holding me comfortably in his arms and against his chest. I became drowsy and remember him holding the glass to my lips to have me finish a just refilled glass before pulling my head gently back onto his firm yet soft chest.

He continued to talk and spoke about how hurt will always come from those you love in life. I remember him saying that repeatedly in many different ways as he reached down and massaged my thigh, the one that Bubba wasn’t kissing and licking. I also remember him saying that man does love a woman, but no man can love a woman with the blind love that her male dog can.

Over and over, he, in his soft monotone, told me that no man could love me with the energy and honesty that Bubba could. The wining I was hearing was Bubba’s broken heart because he wanted to show me his love by kissing me.

I was in a fog. I felt so safe and secure. Oh, there was a minor chill on my upper thigh and along my panty line from Bubba’s wet tongue, which was constantly licking me there, plus Doug had pulled the front of my skirt way up, exposing it to the night air.

Then there was a moment of wanting to break free, it came and went quickly, but it was when Doug asked me to raise my ass so he could get my panties out of the way so Bubba could kiss me and show me how much he loved me.

But just as I was about to protest, Doug gently kissed my lips and gently began rubbing my still erect nipples.

Without thinking, I just began to reach under the waistband of my panties as Doug brought my fingers to it. Then as I thought to stop, Doug rolled my nipple and cheered me on until my other hand followed, and I removed my panties before snuggling back into his chest with a contented sigh.

Moments passed. It seemed like hours, but then I felt this warm, three-inch wide thing touch me for the first time. It started just above my anus at the end of my ass crack, ran across the barren area between one’s ass and pussy, then traveled rapidly and with purpose across my rapidly swelling lips, up onto my already poking out clit, then repeated itself five or six times in an instant.

“OH GOD, NO, I CAN’T DO THIS, NO, NOT WITH A DOG!”

“Why are you afraid of what people will think? Relax, let him show you some love. You deserve it. You need it. No one will ever know or care. Do as you’re told. Just lie back and enjoy it.”

The authority in his voice made me freeze in place, and as I remained frozen, that evil little tongue of Bubba’s was playing sonatas on my pussy lips and clit.

Doug was playing with my nipples with the experience of a man of his age. Bubba had quite obviously had his tongue in Human Pussy many times before because, by this time, he had my pussy leaking its juices like a tsunami simultaneously. Every nerve ending in my body was on overdrive as I entered the orgasmic twilight zone. I can orgasm big time when a well-managed cock is ravishing my pussy, but it never, and I mean never, is the same as when a talented tongue delves between the folds of my pussy or dances on my clit.

Bubba’s tongue had me a lick or two away from a mind-blowing orgasm. I thought I was ready, but when it hit, I honestly wasn’t prepared for the magnitude of the explosion. I had never had an orgasm like that worth remembering since the first tongue that got me there.

My body rocked and vibrated violently. My leg muscles locked so hard I almost ended up with cramps. I mumbled over and over incoherently and acted like I was going into a convulsion.

But Bubba wouldn’t stop, and I can’t take any more after orgasm, I’m too sensitive, but that fucking animal wouldn’t stop. I tried to get away, but Doug held me, and Bubba scared me to death with a growl, then went back to the licking.

Then something extraordinary happened. It began to feel better than it ever had as Bubba kept licking, and I approached a second climax bigger than the first. The animal, he didn’t stop then either. Then as the third explosion was just about there, I heard Doug say, “Up, that’s it up.”

I had no idea what he was talking about. I was in a dream world, and when I felt pressure on my chest, I opened my eyes and found myself looking directly into Bubba’s.

“He needs to come too. Go ahead, reach down and feel his cock, rub it all around your pussy, be fair. Bubba needs to cum too.”

So without thinking, I did what I was told and reached between us only to find a cock bigger than any that I had ever felt before, and as I rubbed myself, I found his soft yet rigid cock, bringing me back to that place his tongue had me only moments before. So I used it as a dildo and searched for my clit to rub it against. As I rubbed him up and down between my swollen lips, Bubba’s front paws grabbed my waist, pulled me back toward him, and deposited half of his enormous cock in me.

My mouth fell wide open as I gasped in shock, and just as I was about to bellow in protest, Bubba recoiled and, in one thrust, fed me the rest of his fat eight inches and half swollen knot.

To add insult to injury, Bubba bent forward as he took possession of my pussy and fed me his pussy flavored tongue taking possession of my mouth in a French kiss that I believe sealed the deal, letting me know I was his woman.

Just as we began our hot kisses, Bubba’s knot started its expansion to full girth and settled directly on a spot that had never been used before, sending a series of shock waves through my body, almost making me bite off my lover’s tongue.

Bubba’s knot and my G-spot had found each other passionately kissing and creating friction that took me on a ride I never imagined possible.

As Bubba fucked me with his savage powerful thrusts, he took me through too many small orgasms to count and a few full-blown ones as well, and just before my final massive orgasmic explosion Doug slipped his cock into my mouth and fed me his sperm. Then after emptying his balls, Doug sat back and watched, smiling as Bubba had his way with me. Then and only then, he carried me to their bed, where I was gently laid between them.

*****

Chapter II

I could not believe how hot, lustful and subservient I had become that night. As I had mentioned before, usually, I’m a control freak in every part of my life, sex included. But that night, something new happened. I don’t understand how but once I somehow allowed myself to submit to the indescribable sensations that ravaged my mind and body as Bubba took and used me like a common four-legged street bitch I was no longer in control.

When he took me, I knew that I was hotter than at any other time in my life. I had orgasms like nothing that had even entered my mind while masturbating to the wildest fantasies. After Bubba was done with me, I also remember completely being drained. I was but a mere shell of myself. I was so used up that I remember very little except Doug carrying me to his bed.

Once there, almost instantly, I had fallen into a deep sleep and remained virtually comatose until, During that restful sleep, I began to dream of what Bubba had done to me and how awesome it had all felt. The dream was so vivid I remembered and almost felt Bubba demanding that I roll onto my stomach and kneel up, presenting my pussy to him. It was so real I felt as though he was pushing me about with his snout with such force that even in my dream, I had to obey and dreamt that I rolled onto my belly in compliance with his demands.

Shortly after that, the dream began to take a surreal turn. I dreamt that the moist warmth of Bubba’s broad tongue was once again sweeping from my clit across up through the crease of my ass, finding then lingering as it moistened and probed my anus. The sensations of that moist warm tongue were making my dream take on a new, almost real dimension. It was as though the clock had been turned back to an earlier time while Bubba did that to me.

These dream sensations were causing my mind and my body to meld together, causing my body to unintentionally begin moving in the same rhythm as Bubba’s, the imaginary broad sweeps of Bubba’s tongue filling my dream. The dream sequence was so natural that I was headed to one of those odd but comforting orgasms usually found as we dream about that imaginary love.

As I lay there euphoric, a change suddenly occurred. It was so strange I bolted awake as I felt a warm snout being pushed forcefully against my pussy. After that first gentle shove, three or four more very stern shoves were made, with the last two accompanied by menacing growls. Growls that demanded I pay attention to whatever demands were being made of me.

It was virtually instantaneous after that second growl. I was awake and realized that it was Bubba and what he was demanding. I realized I was being told to take the subservient bitch’s position and do it now!

I responded to Bubba’s demands and moved onto my knees in fear. As I moved into position, I looked to my left and saw that Doug was still sound asleep and unaware.

At that moment, I realized that whenever I was around Bubba, I was his woman. At that exact moment, as those thoughts entered my mind simultaneously, Bubba, who had mounted me in a single thrust, entered my other end as his cock drove into my already sopping wet pussy.

By his third thrust, Bubba had buried the entire length of his long fat cock and his now ever-expanding knot into me as he began pumping in full race mode. Bubba pumped into me at that rapid pace for a good five minutes, and as he did, I felt his cock and knot expand in all directions filling me.

Bubba fucked me as if he wanted to set a land speed record, and as he pumped in and out of me, I felt pain, pleasure, and even a jolt like a shock running through my entire body. I fought to remain on my knees as he pounded in and out of me. Firstly I didn’t want to anger him by moving out of position, but also in fear of losing a single sensation that ran through my body as he fucked me into oblivion. The feelings were greater than they were before. I knew then I was addicted to Bubba and his love.

Suddenly without warning, Bubba grasped me with his front paws, viscously pulling me back onto his cock as far as I could go. Then he froze deep inside me, burying his dew claws painfully into my sides. The pain of his dew claws and being pulled and tossed like a rag doll on his cock made me love him more.

It was then that I felt my inside being flooded with his sperm as his now fully expanded knot had once again settled against my G-spot, and as it throbbed, he took me on a journey to orgasmic heaven.

We remained frozen together in that position for what seemed like hours, and just as my body could take no more of Bubba’s weight, he backed off me before I fell, then began to lick the juices that flowed out of me, swallowing most of it down. I climaxed two more times as he licked away at me. I have no idea how I remained kneeling, but finally, I fell facedown onto the pillow, searching for more sleep.

As I lay on my pillow, I ignored Bubba as he moved around even when he stood above my head. That is until I felt something dripping on my face, and when I opened my eyes, there before me was this red cock filled with deep dark veins that were bigger than any cock I had ever seen before. It hung so long and low it was an inch from my eye, and I had to move to avoid it dripping sperm into my it.

I almost jumped in shock as I heard Doug’s voice, “Go ahead, Gina. Take it. You want it in your mouth, he licked you clean, and he likes his women to do the same, be fair, go ahead, suck him off!”

I remained frozen, just staring at that huge thing. ‘Take that into my small mouth,’ I thought. ‘Is he crazy? Suck a dog off. He really is nuts. Besides, I’ll choke.’

As I lay there thinking all this, Doug reached under my head, lifted it, and brought my lips to the wet dripping end as he spoke in a demanding tone, “Go ahead, Gina. Open your mouth. He’s waiting.”

I have no idea why, but I did just that. I opened wide and slid my mouth over the soft dripping end, letting the first few inches settle on my tongue. Somehow I just went into automatic mode as I began to suck the dog’s cock like I would have done for any man I cared about.

Oh lord, it was so soft, yet still rigid, so warm on my tongue, warmer than any man that had entered my mouth before. It felt so lovely in my mouth that I wanted more of it and sucked it to the entrance of my throat.

The dripping cum surprised me. It was enjoyable to my taste buds, thinner than men but tasty, and the warmth I could not get enough of. So without thinking, I just moved my head up and down, using my mouth like a pussy fucking his beautiful cock. I sucked him, gently swallowing as much of his drippings as I could with pleasure. After a few minutes of intense cock sucking, things changed a bit. Bubba continued the constant dripping of his tasty warm fluid. Still, occasionally, he began to send a strong jet of sperm that would hit the back of my throat, almost gagging me, without my knowing that it was a sign he was approaching another climax.

When Bubba finally did have his cum, thankfully, it was only the remains of his first one as he still almost drowned me with his forceful explosions. I fought to swallow most but was left with a sperm-soaked pillow. Not to mention the puddle left when I lay there orally servicing my K9 lover. Doug spooned with me, sliding his cock into my flooded pussy, leaving another load shortly before we collapsed, leaving me in a puddle but too spent to care as we fell back to sleep.

 

The End.

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*This story has been edited to fix spelling, punctuation, & basic grammar, but the narrative and plot have remained the same. Remember, even the limited editing done here doesn’t always mean the narrative/plot flaws in a story are fixed.

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