When I reached the point of orgasmic exhaustion, it was Titan’s turn.
Titan took me as his father sometimes had, with me on my back. Titan had witnessed Bruno fucking me this way, and though not his preferred or instinctive position, he was familiar with it, and Titan grew to be quite proficient at it. After multiple orgasms (the initial one or two unwilling), I would lay there with my eyes closed and feel Titan’s enormous cock inside me. As I would do with Bruno, in this position, I would need to place two large pillows under my hips to raise my pussy and make it easier for him. And so that is what I would do, and sensing my readiness, Titan would begin.
It seemed so strange. I could remember Titan as a large, clumsy pup, eager to please and so curious. Now here he was pleasuring himself and me as his father had done. The familiar short, impatient, almost frantic jabs and then the sudden sharp pain at penetration when he finally found his mark and broke through my tight, resisting muscles. Hard as a rock, he’d sometimes pull out and rub it against me and then between my pussy lips. He’d quickly work his cock inside me again and begin to stroke. I felt his balls contract and then the warm sensation of dog cum filling me.
Even as he drained himself inside me, the pressure and thrusting continued as he focused on getting his quickly enlarging knot inside me. His animal instincts had complete control of him now, and the primary goal was to knot with me and, if it was initially painful for me, was of no importance.
*****
Due mainly to Titan, I began to find my way out of my depression, and today can fully appreciate the joy of living a satisfying life with someone (human or canine) who was there for me in all ways.
Although I sometimes felt that I was not the one in control, that it was Titan (just as it had been his father) who controlled and dominated our relationship, in all honesty, that situation was fine with me. It took a while, but eventually, when I felt able and capable, I went back to work full time and arranged to be transferred to a small community in the northern part of the state. Titan and I now live just outside of the town limits of Cottonwood, California, on a beautiful, tree-filled acre of land in a large old remodeled farmhouse. It was ideal for us and our lifestyle. Privacy when we wanted it, along with neighbors and a general feeling of community with the eclectic mix of people who settle here.
Titan – Like Father Like Son by Mered88
Not long after moving here, I met an older man named Mark who shares my “interest.” Of course, he didn’t know about Titan at first, not until one day, after several weeks of casual dating, Mark walked in on us. He had dropped by the house in an unannounced visit, and after parking his truck, heard sounds coming from the small carriage house. To his surprise, Mark came upon Titan and me “playing.” I don’t know how long he had stood there watching us, but I can imagine the sight we must have made . . . me on my back my skirt bunched around my waist, panties dangling from one ankle, legs splayed open, and Titan between my legs pleasuring me. To his credit, Mark was not repulsed or appalled by what he witnessed, and from the way he looked standing there, he was quite sexually excited. To this day, he claims he became so hard so fast his “old man” balls actually hurt. I think it was then that my feelings for and about Mark began to change. In the time that I have known him, he has shown me a lot about myself, helped me explore and embrace my sexuality, as well as understand and acknowledge my emotional and psychological needs.
Most importantly, Mark has taught me to understand the legitimacy of expressing my primal desires without guilt or shame. I like him very much, maybe even love him. Since that afternoon of discovery, we have enjoyed just the two of us (sometimes with Titan) spending time together learning, exploring, and experimenting on more than one occasion.
I suppose it was rather sudden; in fact, it was probably inevitable, but Mark asked me to marry him. Yes, it had been less than a year since I’ve known him, but there’s definitely something there that hints at our having a good life together.
*****
Things have been so hectic lately that I haven’t had much time for Titan, and he made his need pretty clear last night . . . the night before my wedding.
Mark and I had decided to have a small, intimate wedding service with a few friends. No frills, no bells, and whistles, just us exchanging our vows followed by a blowout trip to Las Vegas with a couple of our close friends.
Mark had been to the house, I prepared a nice romantic dinner, and afterward, he made love to me before gathering his things and going back to his home to spend the night and prepare for our wedding day. That night after Mark had left and I had begun getting ready for bed, I saw Titan standing across the room watching me.
“Titan, Titan, I called lovingly . . . here boy.”
Titan came to me, and as I tried to scratch behind his ears (something he loved), he immediately began sniffing and nuzzling me, pressing his snout between my bare thighs.
I knew what he wanted and felt guilty about having ignored and resisted him that way for the last couple of weeks, but tonight he was aggressively persistent in his intent. I bent and gently scratched under his chin while softly murmuring words of affection and encouragement. I ran my hand over his soft furry underbelly and gradually caressed and fondled him. As his growing length emerged from its protective sheath, he began to whimper and steer me toward the bed with his head.
I knelt on the edge of the bed, and keeping my knees on the floor, bent forward and lay the upper part of my body on the bed, and spread my knees wider apart.
As much as I enjoyed making love with Mark, his size could never compare to Titan. I could feel the warmth of Titan’s body behind me, the quick, practiced jabs as the tip of his swelling penis penetrated my tight, beckoning hole. I moaned from the pleasure of being stretched, impaled, and filled by him. Titan began to go deeper and faster, his seeping pre-cum making and keeping me wet and excited. Feeling a warm sensation spreading through me, I started to tremble and spasm and pushed back onto his cock, wanting him even deeper inside me.
“Oh, my God!” I cried out as he forcefully pushed his huge and swollen knot inside me. Now buried inside my soft, accommodating pussy, it continued to swell and pulse. I could feel my pussy tightening around his swelling knot, preventing him from pulling out. He was already so big and hard that I knew even after he ejaculated, my pussy would hold him inside me, making it impossible for him to withdraw, even if he had wanted to.
My pussy muscles rhythmically squeezed around his knot and he intuitively began to pump his semen into me. The deep, high pressure of him inside me awakened a craving I hadn’t felt since being with Bruno. I could feel his warm essence, and I started cumming as he unloaded, and his knot swelled, his cock seemingly becoming even longer and thicker.