If Buxter was half as powerful as his smaller sibling Charlie, she realized she had no say in the matter, Esme had to give him what he wanted. Just as Buxter started to part her lips though, an idea popped into her head that would solve her dilemma. She had to act fast, She could feel Buxter’s cock unsheathing at her entrance. Esme lifted her legs up until she was practically folded at the waist. Her thighs pressed against Buxter’s dark fur. She reached back and grabbed onto the base of his length. It was already several inches longer than her fist. Buxter began humping her fist frantically as she did her best to help him find a new hole, a better hole. One that had just as much juice dripped into it from Charlie’s tongue as her cunt. Esme was actually surprised by the ease with which Buxter initially penetrated her. But as he reached full size, his cock slid deeper into her than she’d ever slid anything, the sensation was terrifying. the girth stretched her walls, he might as well have been in her pussy the way it made her clit and G-spot feel. As the beast thrusts became more targeted, more precise; her fear turned to elation. Thick cream continued to ooze down onto Buxter’s cock, turning his coarse fur slick and soft. Esme reached back and spread her cheeks for him. “Just like in the porn films.” she thought, though she’d never seen one involving Great Danes.
“Oh! FUck!” She moaned. Charlie’s knot had begun to finally recede enough for her to break free, though her shouts were indecipherable to any observer. Rather than freeing herself though, she began to slide her tongue around his silky member. The pup continued to spasm, spurting more juices steadily down her gullet. She felt full, content, elated. With each pump from Buxter’s cock, Esmeralda was flooded with electric waves of pleasure. His erection was reaching points even Esme’s most depraved expeditions hadn’t dreamed of venturing to. The arousal was heightened all the more by the way his body ground against her entrance. The sensation was similar to a rabbit vibrator. She was edging towards both anal and clitoral orgasm, one of her favorite combos. A large mass was pressing at her cheeks, she knew from Charlie what it was. She didn’t understand how it worked, or what it was for, but based on how full her ass already felt she was pretty confident Buxter wouldn’t be so lucky as to get to fully hilt her. As his bucking grew more rapid, the growling started again.
Esme was still somewhat crushed under the weight of Charlie’s body. Though she’d maneuvered herself for Buxter, now that he was going, she had no say in his actions. She peaked her eyes to their edges, but she needn’t see to know who had just entered the scene. There were two distinct entities on either side of her body. All four dogs were on the bed, Buxter was defending his hole, but there was no denying the other two dogs’ superiority. As the positioning shifted her body around Esme realized something: this time she wasn’t scared – or she was, but it was the fear you feel before skydiving or surfing a massive wave, she was trembling now from terror, pleasure and anticipation… or at least she was for now.
This squabble was far more aggressive. Charlie remained inside her, but got up somewhat, rotating to face his opponent, her stomach stung as his claws scraped her bare skin. She yelped, but was still helpless. Buxter had continued his vigor, which not only pinned her, but the sensation had made her whole body weak. She was all but a ragdoll at this point, protest as she may. She felt a force smash Charlie’s back, her neck cranked to the side as he lost his footing and brought her down with him. Then he cranked her the other way as he retaliated . The motion allowed her a glimpse of her assailant; the grey, peppery coat of Frank’s torso rippled as his paw came down on Charlie. His teeth were bared, but his tail was wagging. This was play at some level, but with 200 pound beasts, her frail 82 pound body could be snapped in half as an afterthought. Esme suddenly became aware of her awkward positioning, fear started to overpower… or at least try to, terrified as she was, it also felt shockingly good. The sensation of Buxter’s cock thrusting into her virgin asshole had yet to surrender to the circumstances.
Suddenly everything changed. It took Esme a moment to understand what exactly had occurred. In an instant, she went from on her back with Charlie’s softening knot buried in her face; to on her stomach, atop the ever thrusting Buxter. Charlie had given up, in part probably because he had mostly finished with her mouth. Her stomach felt completely soaked with her fluid, and her chest, torso and pelvis felt tender and swollen from the violence of their sex. Blood speckled two paw prints that stung horribly as Buxter’s body continued to pulse. One print was on her chest, the other on the side of her stomach. She looked at the elated jackhammer beneath her. Buxter’s tongue dangled outside his mouth. She should probably be concerned with the beast that had just toppled the large dog, but the new angle gave her a completely different sensation. It sent her over the edge. She lunged down to kiss her canine lover, his tongue darted down her throat, it was appallingly slimy, yet the top felt like sandpaper. Perhaps that was why Charlie was so effective at cunnilingus – that, and the length. She tried to reciprocate, but the dog had the intimate moment, was cut short by the entity that had flipped her over and set her free from Charlie’s grasp: Bear. Bear was a full head taller than Buxter. His silky black coat oozed dominance. In addition to his height, Bear was also thicker and more muscular than his siblings. His cock draped a full 14.5 inches, and was thicker than anything Esme had ever put inside any of her holes. She watched his dark figure approach and proceed to mount her, the dark mass starting to unsheathe at his waist.
“Ugh, already occupied, Bear.” She thought. However, quickly she saw his plan in action. Bear slipped his hind legs under Esme’s body and lifted her free of Buxter’s frantic thrusting, then dropped her back onto his abdomen. As she recovered from the blow, she felt Bear’s manhood press at her entrance.
“There’s no chance, bear, it’s too big!! It’s… AGHHHHH!” With a pop, her words were cut short. The girthy member split Esmeralda’s ass open and stretched her so much she thought she might burst. Her words were replaced with guttural screams and moans. Bear had no sympathy, no concern for her; as he thrusted, he began to lift Esme off of Buxter’s stomach a bit. Gradually all fourteen inches began ravaging her hole, the in and out was constant and vicious. Whether she liked it or not, it made her cunt drip with elation. Which seemed to be Esme’s biggest mistake.
As Esmeralda’s body was lifted by Bear’s cock, her throbbing entrance suddenly lined up with Buxter’s still desperate erection. Pinned by Bear, the dog wiggled as best he could to slip into her. She felt him press against her outer walls and screamed in protest as her eyes went wide with understanding of the consequences of her actions.