Goose Game
By A. E. Schreier.
Some girls jump, some squeal or giggle; most give me a disapproving look as I scoot away. There’s a real art to creeping up and choosing the right moment. And there’s also a knack for getting quickly out of reach and observing the reaction from a safe distance.
One day, I pulled my trick on a tall blonde girl. She had a bouncy ass calling out to me as she went jogging by in her lycra shorts, and I couldn’t resist. I crept after her. I went in for the goose. And I timed it perfectly. She let out a glorious shriek.
But quicker than you’d believe, she spun around and grabbed me by the ruff, pulling me in close.
“You like that?” she said in a low voice. “Well, if you want to get your nose in there, let’s get it in there.”
She turned around again, pulled her shorts down, and started backing into me!
“You like it, don’t you? You like it when I rub my ass on your nose?”
I did. She smelled amazing.
“I bet you wish you could fuck me, too, right?”
“Woof!”
“Well, if you’re good, I might let you. But first, you have to lick my asshole. Lick it good, dog.” She wiggled a bit.
My nose was already right up in there, so I started licking. There were so many good smells. My tongue ran over and around her asshole as she gyrated subtly. It was pretty aromatic, and there was a steamy cunt smell wafting up, too, and something like saffron (I think) and a mix of flowers I couldn’t begin to name.
“What do you think, big dog? I bet you’ve never licked a girl’s asshole before, have you, nosey? High time you learned!”
I kept licking, and she kept goading me on. She called me “stud dog” and told me to lick faster and get my tongue farther up her ass. I did my best for her. After a while, there was less talk from her and just some soft whining noises. Then she turned to face me and ran her hands through my fur. I shivered at the touch.
“You’re a good licker, boy.” She smiled just a tiny bit. “Good boy.”
I sat, panting happily.
“Now, let’s see how well you can fuck a girl.”
She knelt and pulled her shorts down below her knees. She looked over her shoulder.
“Give me some of that good doggy dick!” She patted her ass and spread herself. “Come on! Right up the ass!”
I’ve learned that humans change their minds sometimes, so I didn’t waste time. I mounted up and slid in, right where she was showing me. I started humping, and she started humping right back at me, and we got a pretty good rhythm going. She was a talker, and she let me know all about how she was feeling.
She told me to go harder and go faster. She called me a naughty pup. She told me how hard she would make me cum in her tight little ass. I barked what I thought were some encouraging barks in response.
But mostly, I just did my thing, pounding hard and fast like I was made to do. Pretty soon, I couldn’t thrust anymore. I was swelling up big inside her and finally stood still, grabbing her tight and letting it all spurt out inside her.
She got pretty quiet, and I felt her spasming around me. She squeezed me so tight that I could feel each spurt pressing along my whole length before squirting into her. I expect she could feel it too. I came and came and came. That girl talked nonsense, but she was right about making me cum hard.
After a while, my body felt fully drained, and I began to get restless in that position. I pulled back, and I might have been a little too early. I was still pretty big inside her. I slid out, but she let out an ear-splitting yelp as I did.
“Jesus!” She glared at me, looking at my still-twitching penis bobbing in the breeze. “That thing was NOT that big going in.”
I felt abashed. It wasn’t my fault she wasn’t familiar with canine anatomy. I wasn’t knowledgeable about the relative flexibility of young women’s assholes.
Her expression softened. She smiled just that tiny bit again. “I’ll be feeling that tomorrow. Felt pretty good inside me, though. Good job, pup. Good boy.”
She ruffled my head fur, and that seemed to be it. She turned and went her way, and I turned and went the other way.
Then I felt a sharp jab in my butt that made me yelp, jump, and spin around. She’d snuck in and got me, and she was running off into the distance, laughing like a loon.
I lay down and watched her go. I got goosed in the end, but I think I won the game.
The End.
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