A First for Russ
The story of Russ' first time, kind of a prequel to Dogging Jesse. Please rate/comment! ^^
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The reality of the situation was undeniable, but part of him still couldn't believe what had just happened. Then again no young anthro male ever expected to find himself hunched panting and shivering and naked over the family dog, spilling his virginity into her with intermittent spurts all but squeezed out of him by her adeptly shaped body. Despite the very real and constant pressure clamped at the base of his knot, Russ couldn't help questioning whether it was all a dream. Had he really just had sex with Sadie?
Glancing down between them helped things to sink in. There was Sadie under him, tongue lolling happily and contentedly as his pulsing cock soothed her in her heat. There beneath her tail was her vulva ballooned around the girth of his knot, which was larger now than he had ever experienced in his young life. Seeing the pair of them connected like this made it easier to come to grips with what he had done, and his forearm tightened slightly around the bitch's belly as another orgasmic shiver danced down his spine and another spurt of his youthful seed painted his dog's womb. He never would have predicted this.
His day had begun like any normal day for a young anthro fox in the full bloom of sexual maturity. Russ woke up at the crack of noon, for there was no school for 16-year-olds during the summer months and his parents had left for a month-long vacation the week before. He had the place all to himself except for Sadie, who lay sprawled on her side at the foot of his bed when he opened his eyes. It wasn't unusual for anthros to keep feral animals as pets. Sadie was a champion herding dog, a border collie cross with the keen intelligence of a first-class strategist and the energy levels of a nuclear power plant. The moment she realized Russ was awake she was nuzzling at his face and licking his muzzle, making it impossible for him to go back to sleep no matter how hard he tried.
"Sadie, ugh! Get off!"
She didn't, but Russ was able to push her away enough to sit up and swing his legs over the side of his bed. Sadie leapt to the floor and eagerly circled him with tail a-wag as the young fox sluggishly rose to his feet and scratched his bare belly fur. It was then he became aware of the fact that his cock was standing erect and ready from his sheath. Morning wood was a near-regular occurrence these days, but it was worse when there was a female in heat nearby--which meant things were awkward around his mom during certain times of the month, something all male anthros learned to live with very quickly--and the female in question today was obviously Sadie. Russ rolled his eyes.
"Great," he grunted to himself.
Sadie had been living with his family for three years and he had gotten used to her heat cycles as much as he had gotten used to his mother's. That didn't mean the dog wasn't annoying while she was in heat, though. At least she wasn't a cat.
Stretching, Russ ignored his raging boner for the time being and ambled into the kitchen to dump some kibble into Sadie's dish and refill her water. That accomplished, he downed a few gulps of milk from the carton in the refrigerator and then meandered into the bathroom to shower.
In the shower was the best place for him to deal with morning wood. He was very particular about keeping his room clean and thus didn't like getting cum on the sheets, but it didn't matter in the shower; the cum was washed down the drain the moment it shot out of him.
He ran the water hot and closed the door behind him. Despite being alone in the house, he liked letting the steam build up in the bathroom while he washed. Stepping under the spray, he shivered as the water soaked his red-and-cream fur and made it cling to his lithe body. He wasn't an athlete at school, but he loved to play soccer with buddies on occasion, and he liked to run and bike. It kept him trim, and he liked the attention that got him from the ladies--and, he was discovering lately, the other boys. Not that he had had sex before, but he liked to fantasize.
As his fur became heavy and slick with water, Russ leaned forward with one hand against the shower wall and took his still semi-erect cock in the other paw. He hadn't had sex, but he had compared dick sizes with some of the other guys and he knew he was about average. Then again he was a fox, not a horse like Alex. Alex had a huge cock, though you wouldn't know it by looking at it flaccid. Definitely a "grow-er", not a "show-er". Russ knew his junk wasn't as impressive as some, but he loved it anyway.
Like all canid anthros, his cock was tapered and grew fatter the more it was stimulated. It had a bone and was thus technically always erect however, unlike feral dogs, it swelled when he became aroused as well as during sex. The knot remained a small bulb at the base until stimulated as well and it was possible for him to orgasm without it growing, though it wasn't nearly as fun that way.
One of the benefits of jerking off in the shower, he reflected as he gently stroked himself to full arousal and then wrapped his hand around his girth, was that he could pretend. Yesterday he had pretended that Alex was in the shower with him kneeling in front of him and taking all six inches of his erect vulpine foxhood into his maw. Now, eyes closed and breath coming in soft puffs, he worked his shaft with his palm and fingers as he imagined bending Helen, the doe who sat behind him in pre-algebra, over the desk and sinking himself to the hilt between her legs. The heat and moisture of the shower made his hand feel almost comparable to what he imagined fucking someone felt like. Slickened with water and droplets of pre-cum, his palm and fingers could very well have been Alex's mouth or ass, Helen's cunny, or any number of others he liked to imagine.
He started slow, slipping his shaft in and out, squeezing with his fingers as he imagined Helen would as she moaned her pleasure. Then faster and faster, harder, listening to her cries for more, slowing again to make her beg and squirm with need, then harder, faster, please, yes, Russ, yes, until his hand was working himself at a furious pace and then with a gasp and a soft growl he slammed his hips forward and pulled back along his length. His fingers clamped down at the base of his knot as he imagined Helen would when he hilted inside of her, and the bulb began to swell accordingly. Now his hand could work only in short, sharp jerks, but these were the most pleasurable. Each tug on his knot sent him rocketing toward release until finally he bowed his back and bared his teeth in a low cry of ecstasy. His balls tightened as he shot jets of cum all over the wall in front of him and watched as it was quickly washed away by the warm water.
He held the base of his spasming cock for several minutes as the orgasm wracked his body, and then his shaft began to feel too sensitive and he let go. No matter how many times he had jerked off in the shower, Russ had never been able to stay "tied" for longer than two or three minutes; he wasn't sure how feral dogs managed to keep it up ten times that long. As soon as he released the base of his cock, his knot began to subside and soon his length was withdrawing back into its cream-colored protective sheath. Russ stood under the spray for another minute or so before he began to finally wash off.
When he left the bathroom--stark naked, since no one else was around--Sadie was laying out in the hallway right by the door, waiting for him. She bound to her feet and followed him back to his bedroom, obviously in dire need of some play time. It was customary for his parents to keep her indoors as much as possible during estrus to avoid any "accidents", but it also meant she got stir-crazy. It would have been so much easier if she was just fixed, but they wanted to eventually breed her. She was a mutt, but she was also a champion.
Russ ruffled her head and ears fondly as he attempted to fend off her bouncy, energetic enticements to play.
"C'mon, girl, I need to get dressed," he chuckled. "Can't take you out naked."
When he grabbed a pair of boxers from his dresser, however, Sadie snatched them out of his hand in a flash and dashed to the other side of his room before he could catch her. Russ let out a cry of surprise that quickly turned into a laugh as he followed.
"Hey! C'mon!"
But whenever he got close, Sadie would leap away just out of reach, circling around the room like a fluffy jet. Finally he gave up and went back to the dresser to get a different pair. "Keep 'em," he grunted. "You slobbered all over 'em anyway."
As he was stepping into the new pair of boxers, Sadie suddenly leapt at him, knocking him off-balance and sending him toppling to the floor on his side. He flailed at her as she playfully mouthed his arm and licked his muzzle in a flurry of affection, and when she finally bounced off of him, Russ growled in annoyance.
"Jesus Christ, Sadie, what the hell is wrong wi--"
As he was sitting up, he found himself at eye-level with Sadie's rump. Her tail was held curled over her back and her swollen vulva on full display for his benefit. It was very deliberate, he knew--she had presented herself before him and his father during other heat cycles, though of course nothing had come of it except a few uncomfortable laughs and rolled eyes. At this range, though, the smell of her heat was overwhelming and powerfully arousing. Russ could already feel the familiar warmth and tingling of an erection stirring in his sheath.
He quickly pulled away, groaning in mixed horror and disgust.
"Stop that, Jesus. It ain't happening," he scolded, though he knew she didn't understand.
Sadie backed toward him a few paces insistently, but when he again started to get to his feet, she whirled around and began nuzzling and mouthing at him again. This time, he noted, her play had a twinge of desperation to it. He fended her off and stood up, but then he paused and looked down at her thoughtfully. She was in heat, she couldn't help it. All she had on her mind right now was to get fucked by a male, and he was a male. It must have been hell to be stuck in a perpetual state of horniness with no release in sight.
Sighing, Russ stroked the dog's head gently. "Sorry, girl. I know it sucks for you right now, but--"
He trailed off. But what? He was alone here, and it wasn't as though his junk was entirely different from that of a feral dog. It wouldn't hurt if he tried this out, would it? No one would know except him and Sadie, and Sadie wouldn't tell anyone.
But wait, was he really considering fucking his dog? Russ twitched his ears back. What if she got pregnant? Was that even possible? There were rumors of feral/anthro hybrids, but nobody had ever found evidence that there could be cross-breeding. All the photos on the internet about that kind of thing had been disproven as hoaxes, right?
Sadie mouthed at his arm gently, pawing at him and wagging her brushy tail. It was obvious she wanted sex, and he was the only male available--at least the only one that wouldn't get her knocked up. And as long as she didn't get pregnant, no one would know, and no one would care.
"--C'mere, girl," he softly murmured as he knelt down again on the floor.
She reared up and licked at his muzzle and gnawed on his ear like she did when she wanted to wrestle--but then she suddenly broke away from him and turned around, presenting herself again as the hormones in her body commanded her to do. This time, Russ tentatively reached down and ran the tip of one paw-pad over her puckered vulva. Sadie pulled her tail to the side immediately, instinctively, and slightly bowed her back, making him grin.
"Oh, you like that?" he chuckled.
He gently ran the tip of his finger over those puffy lips, amazed at how soft they felt. They looked rubbery in texture but were, in fact, silky and astoundingly warm. He could feel the heat emanating from her entrance just holding his hand an inch away. Taking a deep breath, he lowered his head to take a whiff of her scent and shivered as the sharp smell sent a jolt through his body. It wasn't a particularly pleasant aroma, but there was something undeniably tantalizing about it, something that caused his tongue to instinctively shoot out and swipe wetly over her vulva.
Russ was surprised at his actions and paused, but the way Sadie kept her tail flagged and her body tensed, he knew she liked it, and he couldn't stop himself. Already his cock was half-hard and poking out of his sheath, growing thicker by the second, fueled by the tangy, almost metallic taste of her and the agonizingly arousing scent of her need. He lightly stroked himself as he continued to tongue-bathe her hole, and she began panting loudly.
Finally Russ drew back and shakily reached out to take Sadie by the hips. She made no resistance or protest, she just remained still and pulled her tail even further to the side, welcoming him, begging him to soothe the ache in her body.
"Good girl," he whispered softly, reassuring himself more than her. "Let me know if it hurts, okay? You'll let me know, right? Good girl."
He was trembling as he eased himself up behind her. If his parents found out, they would kill him. But they wouldn't find out. There was no way they could.
He wasn't like a feral dog that needed several prods and thrusts before he found his target. Russ positioned himself carefully and adeptly, breathing fast as the heat emanating from Sadie's vulva flooded against the tip of his cock.
"Okay, good. Good girl. Here we go, girl."
Taking firm hold of her hips, he pressed forward and groaned as his length sank into her depths. He was surprised at how easy the entry was, but he was more shocked at how tightly Sadie's hole grasped him, how hot it was inside of her, how slick. He could feel every pulse and breath she took, every tiny contraction of her inner walls as her body accommodated his intrusive cock. She stopped panting and bowed her back as he entered her, and at first Russ was afraid she was in pain, but she didn't pull away or whine. In fact she spread her hind legs for him and raised her tail further as though expecting more.
He began to fuck her with gentle, slow strokes, and he was careful to plunge in only up to the top of his knot. He needed to get accustomed to her tightness and heat as much as she needed to adjust to his girth, perhaps more so, and he wasn't sure he wanted to tie with her. She felt so amazing as her body nursed his rod, but he kept telling himself that he would only fuck her until she no longer wanted it, until she drew away from him to signal she had had enough. She would be satisfied and he wouldn't have done anything too egregious.
But as he continued to pump himself within Sadie, he began to lose himself in the sensation. She was made for this kind of thing. The perfection of her tight cunny and rippling inner walls was almost too good to be believed. Her body was custom-tailored for a cock such as his, and she squeezed and rubbed and pushed in all the right places.
Sadie seemed to sense this as well. Beneath his hands, Russ could feel her begin to push back against his thrusting hips as he sped up his pace. Each time his knot came up against the outer lips of her vulva, he had to fight against the impulse to shove it in. He didn't want to tie with her because he wouldn't be able to withdraw fast enough in case someone came to the door, or in case somehow this would make their indiscretion more obvious to his parents when they got home. But he also wanted to know what it felt like, and she obviously wouldn't mind; as a feral bitch, she was made to be knotted. There couldn't be anything wrong with that.
Whatever his reservations, Russ found himself thrusting firmer and firmer until he felt half his knot slide past her outer lips, and he gasped at the sensation. Sadie bowed her back as she felt herself stretched, but he pulled his hips back before he hilted and she whined. He thrust in again just as deeply, then out, and finally with a third, solid thrust of his hips, he bottomed out inside of her.
The feeling of Sadie's cunt clamping down with a near-vise-like intensity around and behind his knot sent a surge of blinding pleasure charging through Russ' body. He yelped and barked and cried out loudly as his hips began to jerk hard and fast in short, sharp bursts of their own accord. He was fucking Sadie like a demon now, locking his arm around her belly and leaning on his opposite hand for balance as he pistoned into her as any feral dog would.
"Oh, fuck yes!" he moaned, tightening his arm around her hips. "Good girl, Sadie. You're such a good little bitch."
Not only was she tight and warm and wet, he could also feel her muscles rippling and caressing his fast-swelling cock. She couldn't speak to voice her approval, but her body was making it more than evident that he was mating her right. He couldn't help nipping at her neck and shoulder as he savagely humped, but she seemed to enjoy that too. She lifted her head up and back in an attempt to lick at his muzzle and her tongue washed against his own, since his maw was wide open as he gasped and howled his pleasure. He instinctively licked back and touched his mouth to hers. Their tongues took turns invading each others' maws. With sloppy, sensuous swipes of their tongues, they were kissing each other as Russ pounded away at his family pet. It only added to the hotness of the experience.
It seemed like he had been fucking Sadie for hours before the steady building of his orgasm finally reached its peak. Back bowed, he whimpered as he plowed into her with the last dregs of his strength, her body tugging and rubbing his knot and cock in ways he never could have imagined. His whimpers became loud, guttural howls as he pulled her back tightly against his body and slammed his hips flush against her haunches as though he could fuse the pair of them together. His balls tightened against his body and he began to unload himself inside his feral bitch. His cock twitched and flexed as he spilled rope after rope of hot seed into Sadie's demanding womb, and her well-used cunny pulsated and squeezed him, milking his shaft of all its fertile spunk.
When the first wave of orgasm ebbed, Russ relaxed somewhat and panted heavily, limbs feeling watery. Sadie's cunt kept a tight grip on his swollen knot, which was now hyper-sensitive now that he had finished. The slight uncomfortableness of her flexing passage massaging his thickened cock added to the strange feeling of unsatisfied lust, like his intense orgasm had still left him needing more release. It was an odd feeling and not one he particularly liked, but when he tried to ease his fat knot out of Sadie's clinging vulva, she went tense and whined in pain. It hurt Russ as well; tugging too hard on his cock was obviously not a pleasant experience.
Panting heavily, he pulled Sadie's haunches tighter against himself instead to wait out their coupling. She didn't seem to mind, and after a few moments when the second wave of orgasm sent shivers through Russ' body and a few more spurts of cum out of his engorged cock, the young fox realized that he didn't mind so much either. He lapped at her muzzle a few times and she returned the favor happily, making him smile.
"Good girl," he murmured. "Bet that feels better now, huh?"
A part of him couldn't believe that he had given up his virginity to a feral dog, but as Sadie milked him of another few jets of cum, Russ couldn't say that he minded. And 20 minutes later, when his knot and her cunt had relaxed enough to allow him to finally pull free, and she soothed his engorged cock with her warm, soft tongue, he couldn't help feeling elated. Now he could help Sadie out whenever she was in heat. Perhaps later in the evening she would be receptive again. There was a lot to be explored in this new world of mating, and he couldn't wait to discover everything.