We were hanging at my new friend’s apartment and having a few drinks on a Saturday afternoon. I didn’t know him that well, but he seemed cool enough. I was bored lately. Open to new things and new people. There wasn’t much on television that afternoon, and his dog, a kind of elegant breed, watched us sleepily from a chair across the room.
Before he mentioned it a few moments later, I have to admit that something about the quietness of the afternoon, and the fact that I had been preoccupied with sex lately, made me think about arousal, about sensation, and about my cock hardening.
“I’m kind of in a mood,” he said.
He reached for a remote and started a DVD.
The screen changed and flickered, and then a woman’s spread thighs filled the screen. Her pussy was beautiful and glistening. Even more miraculous, another woman entered the scene and began to erotically, lovingly lick that pussy. “You game?” he said.
Already feeling flushed, I nodded.
At the start of the video and the first moans, the dog perked up. It looked at the screen, looked at us, then jumped down and trotted over to my friend. The dog looked intent, eager. My friend adjusted himself in his seat.
“You hungry girl?” he said.
The dog straightened.
“In a minute, not yet,” he said.
I was mesmerized. My mind was churning with taboo thoughts and suppositions. But it was impossible. Impossible.
“So fucking gorgeous,” he said. “”Lesbian sex is so fucking gorgeous. I want a girl who craves pussy. I want to help her experience it. Taste it. I want to spread m her legs for that fucking soft pleasure.”
He was wriggling out of his shorts. I swallowed and quietly gasped as his cock sprang free and jutted into the air. His heartbeat was thudding in that hard meat. It swayed and snapped and bobbed in true, feverish lust.
“Go on girl,” he whispered, and the dog pounced. It didn’t need to be coaxed. It seemed eager. Even I inpatient.
It licked his cock in long, lusty strokes, base to tip.
The length of the tongue covered so much of him at once.
“I need to cum. I need to cum so bad….” he whispered over and over
My cock was screaming in my pants. So hard it hurt. I couldn’t help it. The alcohol made the room seem dreamlike as I freed my cock as well to stop the agony. I shot arrow straight. One never-ending throb.
He was grunting now. Thrusting his hips in time with the licks. Then, he arched and held.
The dog was amazing. It ribboned its tongue over the head of his cock in perfect time with his spurts. It captured each with just enough time to slick the wads of cum back into its mouth, swallow, and lick again. It seemed to be in as much bliss as he was was.
After his long march of spasms finally slowed and his cock dropped, the dog lapped his thighs in the few places where errant cum had splashed.
He turned, red-faced and looked at me.
“She loves cum. She just fucking loves it.”
The dog was now staring at me and my rigid cock.
“You have to,” he said. “You just have to. There is nothing in the fucking world like it.”
He reached for his phone and raised it. “You are going jack off to seeing this video hundreds of times in the future. Seeing yourself. You won’t even be able to stand it.”
He hit record on the video that was going to be the highest form of erotic release I had ever experienced or seen.
“Call her,” he said.
And I managed to croak something in my closed throat that sounded like a command.
I thrust my cock upward to meet her on arrival and that first lick exploded my mind into thousands of colors. I couldn’t believe the pleasure. The forbidden, dripping, vicious sexual pleasure in its most raw form.
I felt my face contort in pleasure-agony. I grunted strange sounds. I thrashed. The long licks made my cock feel impossibly huge and delicious.
Contractions so immense gripped my balls that it punched me with pain. It was over. I was over. So fast. So fast. I was careening out of control.
The dog knew me better than myself. That ribboning tongue felt infinitely more exquisite over the head of my cock than I ever could of imagined. It caught my first jet of cum that streamed before my catastrophic orgasm truly began. It felt beautiful and intimate and the most exquisite pleasure over the wet lobes of my cockhead.
My cock hole sizzled with tiny, but explosive ecstasy on the raspy tongue.
I arched then too. And thrashed. The dog lapped my cock, my cum, my soul. I pumped. I pumped. I pumped. I pumped.
And then I collapsed with tears in my eyes.
“Fuck,” he said, still holding the phone. “Holy fuck.”
I later, cumming almost instantly to watch it, I saw he was right.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/aj8s9h/two_cocks_succumb_to_the_dog
Nice! I hope to see more of these kinds of stories.
Damn