My Neighbors Ch.4 by shawnababy

Fantasy, Bestiality, Blowjob, Exhibitionism, Lactation, Pregnant

She can’t help herself

The next day my mind and body were in a fog. I had let three different cocks fuck me last night. I hadn’t got much sleep and I was sore all over especially the entrance to my pussy. The Rottweiler’s knot had been huge and it would be awhile before I could let something that big try to get inside me again. I was about to lay down for a mid morning nap when the doorbell rang.

It was Sue from next door. She wanted to thank me for taking care of her dogs while they were away on vacation. I told her that it was no trouble and that I would be happy to do it anytime she needed me to. She said she appreciated that and we made some small talk.

She had something in her hand and during a pause she showed it to me. It was my cotton nightie I had left on her couch last night. I could have denied it when she asked me if it was mine, but I didn’t. I said it looked like one of mine and asked her where she found it. She said one of the dogs had found it, the big male, on her couch. He had sniffed it out and was carrying it around in his mouth. I though to myself, was he doing that because my scent was on it, was I busted?

I though for a moment then said that I had done a load of laundry over there one day when my washer was acting up. I had dumped the clean clothes on her couch to fold and must have missed that one. She handed it to me and I could see a little doubt on her face. I tried to change the subject by asking her how the dogs were and if they missed her. She said they were glad to see her especially the male.

Since last night if he was around her he was sniffing her to get reacquainted, or so she thought. She said he was pretty persistent even sticking his nose in her crotch which could be embarrassing. I said that yes I hated when male dogs did that, but I was thinking that I hoped I hadn’t corrupted her dog. She said she had some unpacking to do and thanked me again then left.

I closed the door and breathed a sigh of relief then went to lay down. I could tell I had stopped ovulating and knew my period would start in about a week. I was like clockwork when it came to that. Maybe things would calm down and get back to normal. As I drifted off I wondered if that was what I really wanted.

Over the next week I recovered and felt good. I was feeling a little bloated in my lower belly, but I figure that was because my period would start any day now. I had circled Friday on the calendar as the day it should. I made a commitment to start getting in better shape. I was going to start walking and doing some weights. Workouts like I had recently took it out of me and maybe if I was fitter if it ever happened again I would be less sore.

Friday came and went then the weekend and then Monday. I looked at the calendar and saw the circled day. It was 3 days past it and I hadn’t started. I thought well maybe a couple of more days, it’s no big deal. I was busy for the rest of the week and suddenly it was Friday again. I still hadn’t started my period, I was a full week late. No need to panic yet, or was there?

Surely I couldn’t be pregnant. I knew the exact days I had been fertile. There were three possibilities. One, somehow the one time my husband had cum inside me during that time the condom leaked. Though they were not 100% foolproof, this was a slim chance. Second, all the sex I had during that time messed up my monthly clock and which caused a delay. I shook my head and said to myself that I am never late.

I always know the day I am supposed to start and I always do. The third possibility, I had a huge amount of potent dog sperm deposited deep inside me by two very virile dogs multiple times during my most fertile time of the month. Millions of their little swimming puppy makers had attacked my egg or eggs for a whole week. Did one get through? Did conception occur as impossible as it seems?

Just a few more days I said to myself, just to make sure. I was a nervous wreck around the house. My husband asked me if I was alright and I told him yes that it was just PMS. He left me alone. It got to Thursday of the next week and still nothing had happened. I was almost two full weeks late. I woke up that morning and felt my belly. A sinking feeling came over me. I knew, I could tell. I felt queasy and rushed into the bathroom and threw up. Was that nerves or morning sickness?

That afternoon I went to the pharmacy and bought some pregnancy tests. I went home and into my bathroom. Opening one up I sat on the toilet and peed on the strip. I set it on the counter. It said to wait ten minutes. I paced around my bedroom and watched the clock slowly count down. This test was supposed to be accurate and readable. There was no + or – sign. It would say PREGNANT or NOT PREGNANT. Ten minutes was up. I slowly approached the counter. I picked the test device up and looked at it. There was no mistake what it said, PREGNANT.

I looked around for the bag and found another brand of test. I opened that one and went through the instructions and then used it. I waited and then looked at it. Same result, there was no doubt. I sat on the bed in silence, then started to cry. My emotions got the best of me and I sobbed for 30 minutes.

I got a hold of myself and sat up. I couldn’t ignore this and pretend this wasn’t real. I was pregnant, but who was the father and what was I carrying? I figured a sonogram would be necessary. If it showed a human baby then that would be OK. If something else then how would that be explained. I would lose everything. I would look for a doctor, but first I had to tell my husband. I had to tell him the truth, about the dogs and everything. I prayed he would stand behind me and help me through this.

When he came home from work that night I was very nervous. We sat around the kitchen table after dinner and my hands were sweaty and shaky. He asked me what was wrong. I opened my mouth to speak, but was having difficulty forming the words. Right when I was about to say that I was pregnant I felt something. There was a small one then a bigger one. They were cramps deep in my gut.

They felt like menstrual cramps only bigger. I felt a dampness between my legs and I got up from the table. I told him I would be right back and I hurried to the bathroom. I pulled my shorts and panties off and saw the telltale signs of a period starting. I sat down on the toilet and some thick discharge fell out of me. A few more cramps hit and there was more discharge. Whatever was inside me was now gone. I didn’t look, I just flushed. I put on some fresh panties and a pad and went to bed.

I had the normal flow of my period for a couple of days and then that stopped and things were normal. I felt fine but was a little moody. There was relief, but also a slight emptiness. Was I disappointed? What would I have wanted to happen? Did I really expect to carry one of my canine lover’s offspring to term if that’s what really happened? A week or so went by and I looked at the calendar to make sure. I could feel it. I was ovulating again. I was going into heat. I felt that itch down below. A telltale feeling of emptiness, I needed to be filled up. I check myself in the bathroom. The lips of my pussy were swollen and red. I was producing that sticky slick fluid again. I could smell myself.

I took my nightly walk in the neighborhood that evening. I must say that the exercise was doing wonders for my ass and legs. They were tightening up and I was showing them off in a pair of tight cotton workout shorts. If someone looked at my crotch they could plainly see the outline of my swollen lips. A very nice camel toe. I wore a sports bra top which was really about two sizes too small. It did a barely adequate job of containing the bounce of my big boobs. My perpetually erect nipples were poking through the fabric.

As I walked down the street there were a few people out in their yards. I waved at everyone. Most of the men would stop what yard work or chore they were doing when I walked past. It was very obvious as I saw their eyes follow me as I went past. First the boobs then the ass. I smiled at their reactions. They were distracted so they didn’t notice something else that was happening. There were dogs barking.

When I walked by certain houses you could hear the dog in the back yard bang against the fence or the gate trying to get out. I knew what they wanted. They wanted me. I was giving off a scent that drove them crazy with lust. I wondered to myself what would happen if I walked down the alley at night. Would some be resourceful enough to get out of their confinement and find the bitch in heat. I could feel a wet spot between my legs as I continued my walk to the sound of barking dogs.

Later that night when my husband had gone to bed I stood in my backyard in the dark and knew what I was going to do. From the reaction of the neighborhood dogs earlier I knew I could easily find a canine lover tonight. I was in heat and I needed a big cock inside me. I wasn’t on birth control and my lover wouldn’t be using a condom. Any sperm deposited inside me would surely mix with my egg. The fertile seed would try to penetrate my egg, even if it was canine seed. If one got through, then what? What did I want to happen? At that moment I didn’t care I just needed a big cock.

I stripped down and went out my back gate into the alley completely naked. Walking down the neighborhood like this was a big thrill. I got back to my house and then went past it to Mike and Sues. The male Doberman was in the backyard. If I couldn’t find anything of interest farther down I would come back and let him fuck me again. I made it down a few houses and then I heard something behind me.

I turned around and there in the middle of the alley was a dog I didn’t recognize. He looked like a stray, kind of mangy and skinny. He had his head down and he was growling a little. I suddenly felt very naked and very exposed. This dog had been stalking me. He had been attracted to this neighborhood because there was a bitch in heat. That was me. All the effort I put into making sure the male dogs could smell had gotten me in this mess.