The sense of exhausted satisfaction and of loving sex

The buzzer on my alarm woke me from a light sleep, in the heavy, oppressive heat of the night. I glanced at the alarm clock and noted that it was midnight. Then I remembered my plans and rose quickly. I was wearing panties and a t-shirt as a nightshirt. It came to just below my ass when I stood. I slipped my keds on and grabbed my keys and my bag of materials and went out to the car, putting the bag in the passenger seat, then slid in and started the car. I pulled out and drove to the shelter, pulling into the parking lot and stopping next to the door.


I turned the car off and sat for a moment, thinking about what I was planning on doing tonight. This night was different than last night. This night I was thinking with sharp clarity, certain of my plans and goals, with no doubt or hesitation. I was determined to savoir every moment and to memorize as much of the experience as I could. Last night had been a blur of pain, violence, arousal, and passion, but I wanted this night to be as clear as a movie in my mind. I hopped out of the car, grabbing my bag and shutting the car door. Then I went to the shelter door and let myself in. I crossed the entry to the door to the kennels. Even as I opened the kennel door, I could feel the bursting fluid between my legs, covering my pussy with a slick sheen of vaginal lubrication and signalling my desire for mounting.


I could also feel the delicious flutter in my stomach as my vagina began adjusting in expectation of penetration. While my sexual organs were acting properly for their intended use, they also radiated a significant degree of pain, both a dull ache from the bruising and sharp pain from the abrasions. I opened the kennel door, entering and shutting it behind me and walked quickly down the hallway to the final cage, turning and looking inside it as soon as I arrived. King was already standing: alert, muscular, eager and so handsome and sexy. I felt my heart flip in a swoon at the sight of his massive body so tense with expectation to mount me again. He growled, low and silky at me. I could see, in the half light of the night from the green EXIT sign and the street lamp shining in above King, that his penis was already well extended out of his sheath.

My womb fluttered again in desire to feel him deeply embedded inside me and in recognition that my very presence could arouse him so. I quickly opened the door and entered, bringing my bag with me, then closed the door behind me. I turned and faced him and dropped the bag, and quickly slid my panties down and stepped out of them. He trotted straight to me, shoving his muzzle under my shirt and into my crotch without ceremony, and I felt his thick, warm tongue lap between my thighs and over my slick vulva and across my swollen clit. The feeling was electric and I gasped in pleasure. I pulled my t-shirt up and off over my head, tossing it aside, and lifting one leg at a time, managed to slip my keds off, getting fully naked for him.


Meanwhile, he ignored my actions and continued licking my pussy. Once I was naked, I turned, bending over at the waist, and presented my ass and pussy to him from behind, standing. He continued licking at it but now he hungrily thrust his tongue in and out of both my vagina and my anus, every now and then nipping painfully at me with his front teeth. After a few minutes he stepped back and rose up, grabbing me by the waist and pulling me down to the floor. Between my legs, I glanced back and saw that his cock was already fully swollen. That surprised me since the materials I had read said that physical stimulation was necessary to produce what I was now looking at, which was a monstrously swollen, bright red penis, oozing a thin grey fluid out of the hole at the end. Apparently the article I had read was wrong. I was amazingly turned on at the thought that even without actually penetrating me, my naked body was sufficient to get King fully erect. I dragged the bag over and pulled a pillow out, forcing it under my knees, then another, placing it under my elbows.

My bare feet were still on the cement, toes curled back to grip it, but at least my knees and elbows weren't being pressed down on the rough concrete. King climbed on me from behind, his enormous torso laying over my naked back and out over my head, since he was so much larger than I was. His front legs were wrapped quite tightly around me, down my sides and back, under my tits, down my stomach and gripped right at the spot just above my red pubic hair, his dew claws digging painfully into my stomach. The back of my head was pressed down by his massive upper chest.


I lifted my ass as much as I could, parting my thighs to present my cunt to him, open and inviting, ready to receive my lover. His first thrust entered me, splitting my labia and forcing my introit's open to his full 2 1/2 inches. I cried out in pain, squeezing my eyes shut as tears jumped out of them involuntarily at the bright sharp pain of his initial penetration. He ignored my cry, thrusting hard at me and pushing deeply into me with the first thrust so that he banged the tip of his penis against the back wall of my vagina immediately. He was already shooting pre-cum into me and he started to quickly hump at me, sliding his massive cock in and out of me at a steady, painful rhythm. His fluids quickly coated his cock and ran out of me and down my thighs and into my pubic hair as I leaned further forward to tilt the angle of my vagina for him for better and deeper penetration.


Almost immediately I felt the painful banging of his knot, already forming, against my bruised labia. I was surprised at how painful it was and each blow dragged a gasp of pain out of me. Also, my abrasions were buring from his fluids. I realized I needed to get that knot inside of me immediately or it would soon be too large and my plans would be ruined. I rocked back, against his thrusts, pressing my ass back against his crotch, willing my vaginal entrance to spread wider. He pressed his knot into my entrance and strained, grunting above me, pulling at my waist with his front legs, as I cried out in pain, feeling my pussy hole being forced painfully and widely open.


Then his knot pushed in slowly as I shrieked in agonized pain, my eyes blinded by the intensity of it. It seemed to take forever and it felt like he pushed halfway in and stayed there, though the pressure to push in continued. The halt was caused by the fact that his penis was already so large that it was fully inside of me and until my vagina could be stretched more deeply into me, we were stuck. Finally, I felt him starting to move in again and, suddenly, his knot slipped inside me and my aching hole rapidly snapped back, sealing tightly on his shaft behind the knot. I shuddered underneath him, gasping in pain, my face drenched with tears that were running down my cheeks and dripping to the floor from my chin.


 By now, my entire body was slick with sweat. The muggy heat of the night, combined with King's high body heat pressing down on me, left me sweating profusely: so much so that sweat was actually running down and dripping off my painfully swollen nipples as they bounced and jumped underneath me in response to King's humping. I was unable to move as the pain in my introit's slowly reseeded. After a few seconds, I could feel only the delicious fullness of King's penis and knot, locked inside me, filling my vagina completely. He was continuing to thrust at me, humping his crotch forward with short, sharp little hitches, and the head of his cock banged into the back of my vagina, where the stirring I had first felt the previous night was starting again. I concentrated on the feelings inside my vagina, focusing to sense the complete feeling. I could feel King's cock at every point, tightly wrapped and enfolded by my vaginal walls.


I could feel the tip pressed against the back wall, draw slightly back, then bang forward against it again. I could feel a dull ache from his penis running across my cervix. I could feel the rough nature of his swollen cock rubbing against the rough flesh of my tented vagina. I could feel his pre-cum, slick and fluidic, filling me and keeping his penis slippery and some of it was slipping out of me, getting behind the knot and making a slight squelching sound as it slipped between my introit's and the base of his penile shaft. I could feel his massive knot, just inside my vagina, stretching it much more completely there, and exposing a set of nerves behind my clitoris that his knot was rubbing against with each movement. The knot was also stretching my external vulva dramatically, opening and spreading them out, exposing them more completely as they were pressed from the inside out. I could feel the hairy ring of his sheath inside my labia Majorca and minor a, pressed tightly and firmly against my vaginal entrance.


I could feel that my ass cheeks were widely spread by the knot inside my vagina and, as a result, I could feel King's hairy stomach rubbing against my exposed anus, which was apparently sticking out a bit. His softly haired stomach was firmly pressed against my ass, lower back and upper thighs. I could feel my tits bouncing and jumping and jerking as he thrust at me. I could feel the rough concrete under my toes and the balls of my feet, and the softness of the pillows under my knees and elbows. I reached my left hand back and felt King's ass as he fucked me, revealing in the feel of his powerful ass and thigh muscles as they flexed and bunched under my caressing hand while he thrust at me. Inside, the fluttery, tingly feeling at the back of my vagina had grown so that it was occasionally pulsing and causing sharp little gasps of pleasure to erupt out of me. The feeling was amazing.


I felt an intense, overwhelming sense of sexual pleasure while actual warmth and tingles began to spread out from a spot just behind the back wall of my vagina and through my entire torso, causing me to shake involuntarily with pleasure. Then I felt King stop thrusting and he was immobile for a moment, his cock and knot pulsed heavily, and I felt a thick spurt of his sperm-rich cum hit the back of my vagina, squeezing out of the tip of his cock and spreading, warmly and wetly, around it in the crevices of my vaginal walls. I could actually feel the thick, sticky fluid squishing and squeezing inside of me. King actually grunted hoarsely above me as he came, and I let out a groan that was thick with desire for him. At that moment, I wanted nothing in the world so much as to give King ultimate sexual pleasure. I wanted to submit to him as fully as possible; to let him take and own and use me until he was fully satisfied.


 For a minute or so, he continued to cum deeply inside me, the pulses deliciously stimulating my vagina, and then, finally, the incredible, mind-numbing, breath-expelling vaginal spasms started. My vagina began to grip and squeeze and pulse on his penis and his orgasms increased in frequency and intensity. My whole body shook and quivered uncontrollably as my vagina spasm again and again and again and I enjoyed the sensation of his penis impaling me deeply. After several vaginal orgasms, the clitoral orgasms began, and for a few moments, I actually lost consciousness from the intensity of the feelings, especially an amazing feeling of pleasure right behind my clit that I had never felt before.


I completely lost control of my body, losing the ability to control my arms or legs and found them shaking and flopping uncontrollably. As I swam back to a fully conscious state, I felt something extremely odd, a lot of warm fluid running down my legs. I looked back and through swimming vision, realized that I was peeing uncontrollably down my legs. Then the odour hit me, and I realized that it wasn't pee, it was something else. I was spraying, in repeated bursts, a thick, mostly clear, sticky fluid that smelled like my pussy. I had not believed it possible for an orgasm of mine to actually produce cum, but there it was. I was stunned, completely overwhelmed by it and as the most intense feeling of pleasure I had ever experienced swept over my body again, I again, lost consciousness briefly.


I realized, as I came back to clarity, that I was alternately moaning and screeching in passionate intensity. King stood above me, ignoring me, grunting in time with his spurts as he deposited his sperm-rich semen deeply inside my womb. My spurting orgasm faded and finally stopped, and my clit quit pulsing with passionate pleasure. A few moments later, my vagina quit its spasms. For the next 15 minutes or so, king stood still above me, pumping his semen into me while I stayed still in my triangular position, ass in the air, face on the ground, and accepted his cum and waited for him to finish. My body was completely drained of energy. I had never experienced anything that was even remotely as pleasurable as what had just happened. The only things I wanted to do were to suck his cock and taste my lover's penis and cum, and to lay, exhausted and naked with him after we were finished.


 Finally, with a painful jerk, he pulled back and his much-reduced knot popped out of me, followed by a gush of thick, bright white fluid that poured out of me like it was being poured out of a bowl. It fell in a thick stream for a second to the pillow under my knees, then slowed and spread, running down the insides of my thighs and down my stomach, threading into my pubic hair. I again, gasping in sated pleasure, stared at my red bush, dripping with King's thick, white semen, and deeply inside I felt another shifting of my person; a transmutation of who I thought I was into something else. For several moments I remained unmoving. I wasn't even sure I could move, since I was so drained and filled with pleasure, passion and exhaustion. I was also sore, my introit's and vagina both aching pretty severely from the abuse they had taken and the scratches on my stomach and sides were sharply painful.


I started to move and my feet, the toes still bent back and gripping the floor, cramped in the arches immediately and I cried out in pain. They had been so firmly and tightly gripping the floor that my muscles had cramped and it took several seconds of me, lying on my side on the floor, semen still draining out of my still open pussy hole, massaging my feet to get them to cramp. My arms and legs wiggled and shook uncontrollably when I placed any pressure on them or tried to use the muscles at all. I had never been so physically drained in my life. Finally, drained, exhausted, sore and filled with satisfaction, I managed to crawl across the kennel's cement floor to where King had flopped down on his left side facing me, his penis laying across his stomach to the floor. It had reseeded in size, but but had not entirely shrunk.


It was about five inches long from the knot to the tip and over an inch and a half in width and the knot was still present, though significantly smaller than it had been and the whole length was exposed and visible out of the hairy sheath. I should note here that the odours in the room were so thick and heavy that normally, I would have to consider them to have been disgusting, and maybe even nauseating. But in my overpoweringly sexually aroused state, the odours were just so much more stimulation, just an additional benefit to this sensory-rich experience. The room was funky with the scent of my sweat, the smell of dog, the powerful, musky aroma of my vulva, and the sharp odour of King's semen.


The closer I got to King, the heavier the funky atmosphere became. When I finally reached him, I stopped, still on my hands and knees in front of him, and leaned my face down to his cock, placing my nose right next to it and inhaling deeply. King's penis was exuding a thick aroma of mixed odours, the strongest of which was the musk of my vagina and vulva. I noted that his penis was shiny with smeared fluids, most of them mine, but some his. It was a new and unsettlingly powerful experience to inhale the scent of my sexual organs from the penis of a dog. I stared at his cock, remembering how it felt to have it sliding in and out of me, to be so fully penetrated and filled with it.

That flat head with the dripping hole and the little point sticking out from the bottom had just a few moments before been pressed violently and forcefully against the back wall of my vagina. These thoughts were strangely arousing to me and I again felt the fluttery sensation in my womb that presaged further sexual arousal for me. I knelt down, placing my tongue on the side of his penis and licked it from the tip down to the knot. The flavor was delicious and aroused me further. It was sharp and bitter, with an almost metallic bite leavened by saltiness and overwritten by the taste of my own juices. My vulva burst into fluid and swelled immediately as I licked his cock. I took the knot in my left hand and gently massaged it as I slid my mouth down to the tip and lifting the penis up a bit, I gently took the tip into my mouth. King almost immediately began spraying a thin liquid into my mouth as I slid his penis deeply into my mouth to the back of my throat. The thin spray of fluid hit the back of my throat and I swallowed reflexively, as I slowly began to slide my mouth back and began a steady bobbing rhythmic motion of taking the top third of his penis into my mouth then sliding it out to the tip, then back, all while massaging his knot. As I did so, his jets of fluid increased in volume and force.

Meanwhile, his knot and penis started swelling again. After a minute or so, I heard King's panting develop a minor whining in it, and he lifted his right leg into the air, pumping it in the air a bit as he also jerked his hips forward at me. I kept massaging the knot and sucking his cock as it grew again, expanding, stretching my mouth wider. The texture was subtly changing from sort of rough, to much smoother as it swelled. Then I felt the first spurt of the sperm-rich, white cum. It was much more salty than the jets of pre-cum, and much thicker. The first spurt struck the back of my throat and the back of my tongue and I swished it around my mouth to taste it before swallowing it. A second later the second spurt hit, then the third and on and on. I heard myself moaning as I sucked him. The fluid filled my mouth faster than I could swallow and some squeezed out of the right corner of my mouth, running down my cheek to my chin and dripping down in a long, stringy, dangle until finally touching the inside of King's hairy left leg and dropping off.


I continued to give King head for several minutes, draining as much of his semen out of him as I could before my mouth and throat finally became exhausted and I stopped, gasping, finally finished. I turned and sat down, placing my naked ass on the floor, my thighs parted widely in exhaustion, knees bent and calves spread back from my knees, leaning back against King's massive torso and resting my head on his right shoulder which was up in the air, draping my left arm down his right leg and gently resting my hand on his massive paw, feeling, through my tiny fingertips, the enormous, masculine, strength and power of my lover. He leaned his huge head to my face and licked my face and I turned, opening my mouth to his tongue and accepted the exploration of my face and mouth by his tongue. He spent several moments licking me, thrusting his tongue into my mouth, and I tasted his mouth.

As we kissed, because that's what it was, I felt his semen continuing to drain out of my slit and run down between my labia and my ass cheeks to the floor where it puddled under my ass, making me stickier and wetter than I already was. The sense of exhausted satisfaction and of loving sexual surrender was overpowering. I relaxed my entire body and closed my eyes, and allowed exhaustion to claim me and drifted into sleep, enjoying the feel of his massive hairy warmth at my back with his legs on either side of me enveloping me in his overmastering male presence. As I did so, I noticed that King had laid his head down, huffing contentedly, and was going to sleep as well, with me snuggled up against him.

 End of Part V