Once she was down, Arthur got the message and moved around behind me. He gave my pussy a few more licks just for good measure, and then I felt his weight on me. He felt heavier than Max had, but that was just because he had most of his weight on my back. Quickly, instinctively, he shifted the weight back, gripped my waist with his powerful forepaws, and started jabbing at me. This time, however, I wasn’t struggling to get free, and he hit his mark quickly. I thought I would have been ready for it, but I was mistaken. Arthur’s dog cock smashed into my pussy like a freight train, and I clenched my eyes, saw stars, and howled.
“AAAAH! OWWW! Ow! Ow! Ah, god! Fuck!” I swore and yelled as the Rotty fucked me. At first, it was in pain. His cock felt like a giant hot piston thrusting in and out of me, and for a moment I regretted letting him have me. But soon, wonderful sensations began to pulse through me.
Miriam gripped my hand. Max had only just mounted her, possibly distracted by my yelling. Her grip tightened when he started jabbing at her pussy, and became nearly a death grip when he buried his cock in her. “OH!” she yelped. “Oh, uh, uh, uh, uh…” she continued as the Shepherd pounded her.
And there we were, two new young lovers side by side on the kitchen floor holding hands while two dogs fucked us silly. I wasn’t thinking it at the time, but it surprised me later how quickly things had moved, how quickly I had accepted our situation. At the time, I was thinking about the intense pleasure washing though me as I came. I wasn’t sure how many orgasms had shaken me, but it definitely wasn’t the first.
“Yes!”
That wasn’t me. It was Miriam. At first it was a timid squeak, then a full-throated cry of pleasure, and then a series of breathy moans.
“It’s so fucking good!” she moaned.
I just nodded my head and moaned, “Uhn, uhn, uhn, uhn….” Stuffed as I was with Arthur’s huge cock, and having come yet again, I was barely aware of where I was.
As before, I felt a few thrusts that stretched me even more and cause me to groan in discomfort. Then, the swollen base of Arthur’s cock was stuck inside me, grinding up against my g-spot and pushing me once again toward orgasm. I reached back and grabbed his legs to keep him from moving around, and had to lower my face and chest to the cold tile. I hardly noticed, though, because of the erotic heat building around the pulsing dog cock.
My cheek pressed against the tile, I watched as Max, too, secured himself in Miriam, who groaned, reached one hand back, but kept the other elbow on the floor. Even through her dark skin, I saw her face was flushed with orgasmic bliss. Her eyes were glazed, but she looked down at me pinned under the big Rotty and smiled.
“Thank you,” she said. I must have looked puzzled, because she added, “For the advice. I can handle this. All I gotta do is relax and enjoy myself.” She wiggled her butt back against Max and moaned.
And there it was. She had broken, just like I had.
I lost track of time for a while, but Arthur’s cock eventually popped out of me, and his hot cum poured out of me and splashed onto the tile floor. Max, too, finished with similar results, beads of thin white seed contrasting heavily against Miriam’s dark legs.
The mess was already made, so we knelt there recovering and letting the cum drip from our freshly fucked pussies. When we were finally able, we got up, cleaned the floor, and began making a bit of dinner. As for the dogs, they mostly left us alone for the rest of the night. When Miriam went upstairs to fetch our clothes, Arthur followed her but didn’t intervene, even when we got dressed. It felt comforting to be clothed again, but we knew that the understanding was that we would keep our guardians well sexed.
Thankfully, the dogs seemed satisfied for the night. I, for one, was a sore, but I distracted myself from the pain by using the time to search for the hidden cameras my mother had planted. I immediately found the one in the kitchen, planted in a recessed light above the island counter. No doubt it had recorded our most recent activity. There was one in the living room hidden in the shell of a book I did not recognize. There were more in the bedrooms, entry ways, and even some in the windows facing out into the yard. No doubt there were more outside, but it was late and I didn’t feel like trekking out to find them.
“Dee,” Miriam said as I pulled yet another camera from inside a vent in the ceiling. “What’s the plan here?”
“What do you mean?” I said.
Miriam lifted her nose from a book on impressionism and simply gave me that “bitch, are you kidding?” look. It had occurred to me that I was acting a bit paranoid, though not without reason, but I stopped and took stock. I was standing there with a pillowcase full of expensive electronics and a feeling of satisfaction. But why? I had taken the cameras, but that did not change anything about what had already happened. Where did all that footage go? I’d never found any hard drives, and the cameras were too small to transmit over distances over a few dozen meters. This was all wasted energy if I couldn’t find the storage devices. I tossed the bag of tiny cameras onto an upholstered recliner and sat down heavily on the couch.
“Don’t sweat it,” Miriam said. “We’ll look for them tomorrow. Maybe we can even get the dogs to help. They’ve got some brains on them, don’t they?”
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Arthur and Max had been content to leave us alone for the night, though they did insist on sleeping by the window and the door, which said to me that they still didn’t fully trust us not to run. When I woke, it was to the thought that Mother had said they had been specially trained, but as I lay in bed with Miriam’s arm draped across me, I suspected they had not come directly from a kennel somewhere. I wondered how many times they had been used for this purpose. How many other young women had been taken in by this duo? How many had shrieked in pain and terror as Max or Arthur took their virginity? How many had succumbed to the pleasure?
I felt fingers brush delicately against my pussy, and I realized they were my own. The thought of dog cock plunging in and out of me, filling me up and driving me to orgasm after orgasm, had stoked warmth in my belly, and I felt slick wetness prime my body for another round. I continued to rub myself and felt my body begin to ache for release.
Suddenly, I felt more fingers touch me.
“Didn’t get enough yesterday?” Miriam said in a low voice.
I shook my head.
“Amazing,” she said. “I had no idea you were so insatiable.” She slipped a finger into me with ease, and I sighed with pleasure.
“Neither did I,” I said, half moaning as I rolled toward her and kissed her neck.
She slid another finger into me, and I pressed my crotch into her hand, burying her fingers as deep as they would go. I dared not say so, but it wasn’t deep enough. Not anymore. Still, Miriam’s touch was as intoxicating as ever, and I squirmed as she worked her fingers in me. I kissed her neck, her lips, her ears, and her breasts. I even kissed the red lines on her skin where the dogs’ claws had scratched her. When I tried to go farther down, she stopped me. Fingers still buried in me, she guided me up, farther and farther, until my glistening sex was hovering above her mouth. I lowered my hips and felt her tongue slide against my clit. I gasped. It was a completely different sensation from Arthur’s aggressive lapping. This was gentler, but precise. Miriam knew exactly how to tease and please me, and as she did, I cried out in ecstasy.