The Surrogate Orgy;Part Three (conclusion)
#3 of Surrogate Orgy
The conclusion to the three part series.
The Surrogate Orgy; Part Three (conclusion)
On a side note, I just wanted to give a big thank you for all the love I've been receiving for this short series. It means alot to me, and I really appreciate it!
"It's our last day." Cane said over breakfast.
Soren grinned as she took her plate to the kitchen. As she washed the dish, she felt a hand on her back. The coyote ran his hands around her waist, resting on her belly. He pressed his body against her, his cock nestled in her asscrack. She closed her eyes, picturing a black dog in his place.
Cane repositioned, his cock poking between Soren's legs. She rubbed herself along his member, her pussy soaking it. With a snarl, the coyote crouched and thrust himself up into the wolf, drawing a moan from her. She bent over the sink, water from the faucet running across her muzzle. Cane bottomed out against her backside, digging his blunt claws into her sides.
Brandon was waiting patiently behind the coyote, and Tyler was peeking around the corner. Cane rutted hard into Soren, pulling almost completely out, then ramming back inside her. The coyote was short-lived this time, growling and yipping as he fired off into her used cunt.
Yet again, Cane couldn't stay locked inside her, and stepped back quickly so Brandon could plug her up and stop his seed from leaking out completely. The tan dog scooped Soren up, resting her on the counter. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling his body close. His thick cock was already glistening with pre, and the wolf was aching to have something larger stretch her open. She laid back down on the counter, letting Brandon take control.
The dog popped the tip of his cock inside her, gently playing it around, making Soren squirm. He paused momentarily, then simply forced himself up into her. She groaned as Brandon filled her with his meaty flesh. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Cane impatiently waving at Brandon to finish.
Soren lifted her hips in response, working her muscles to help the dog finish. Brandon rocked into her. He seemed to want to savor their last tryst, but the domineering coyote was in a hurry for something. The dog rutted her in the same fashion as the coyote, but the size difference made Soren respond better, her body actually building towards a......nope. Brandon locked into her, and almost immediately releasing. She sighed as he filled her with his hot seed.
Cane left the room. Soren glanced back and saw Tyler trying to manage his own mess. Damn dog wasn't supposed to nut yet.
When Brandon was able to pull out, Soren asked him about Cane's sudden attitude.
"He feels inadequate. He's smaller enough that he doesn't believe his seed will reach. Don't take it personally, master." Brandon prattled. He called her master. Most likely out of old habit.
The house was quiet for several days, save the daily phone call from one of the two expecting fathers.
Soren continued to have wet dreams, each time waking up sopping, and having to slide carefully away from a sleeping Tyler to clean up. Every time she crawled back in bed, she couldn't help but watch him sleep.
Two weeks rolled by. Soren was the first to pick up the phone one Tuesday morning.
"Cane. I got news....yeah....I'm pregnant. Haha yeah. They said it appears there are three pups. Too early to tell sex. Yup. Alright. Bye." Soren hung up her phone and just stared at it for a while. Newborn puppies all looked mostly the same. Except color, it would be difficult to know who the actual father was until the pups started to mature. She felt mixed. Elation at the thought of all that seed having done its natural work, her body hosting three tiny lives. Excitement about helping her close friends achieve their dream. But more so a fiery heat thinking about the guest in her home, and what she was going to do to him.
Soren wandered into the kitchen, downed a tall glass of cool water, then padded quietly down the hallway. She walked into her bedroom and froze.
Tyler was obediently sitting on the bed, naked, legs folded underneath him. Soren gritted her teeth.
The she wolf went straight to him, taking his muzzle in her paws, and snaking her tongue into his mouth. She pulled him close, locking her muzzle to his, and sliding up onto the bed over his lap.
Soren pushed the dog backwards, laying him flat on his back. She broke her kiss, running her hands across his furry chest. She nuzzled his neck, nibbling at his jawline, then worked her way down to his chest. The she wolf nuzzled through his fur, licking lightly at his nipples, massaging his sides like a purring cat kneads a soft blanket.
She continued down, until his cock was bouncing off her nose. She wrapped her tongue around it, working around the tip, lapping off the pre. With ease, Soren took his cock in her mouth, working her tongue around as she sucked. He bucked into her mouth, pushing his cock straight to the back of her throat. She bit lightly, then pulled back.
"You wasted your seed today." Soren arched an eyebrow, then bent down and raked the length of his cock with her lower front teeth. He shuddered, but had a sly, smug grin on his muzzle.
"I have more than once." he whispered. Soren licked the tip, then sat up. She tried to read his expression, but gave up, and simply left him on the bed.
"Where are you going? Please...."
Soren dug around in her dresser drawer, producing a soft rope and her favorite strapon. She selected the medium dragon dildo, which had an excellent taper for new assholes. Tyler sat up, panting with anticipation.
The white wolf turned back around, the dragon dick pointed out straight towards the dog. She wrapped and unwrapped the rope with her hands, while slowly returning to the dog. Tyler grinned, and held his wrists out towards her. She smiled back and slowly shook her head.
With a couple flicks, she made an adjustable loop, leaving two long tails, and dropped it around his neck.
"Wipe that smirk off your face, dog." Soren grinned, shoving him backwards onto the bed. Soren climbed up, straddling him, tightening the loop around his neck. She rolled him over onto his belly, pulling his hands behind him, one at a time. She used the running end of one of the rope tails, looping it around one wrist, then the other. Soren cinched the rope tight, bringing his wrists as far up his back as possible, and securing them to the neck loop. She used the other tail to make a handle loop, lacing it through the wrists and neck.
Soren lifted Tyler's ass. He cooperated by pulling his knees up, propping himself ready. She positioned the dragon dick at his pucker. He moaned, pushing back against her. The wolf dribbled some lube over the dildo, and slowly sunk it inside the dog. She worked it around as she pushed, keeping it well lubricated. Finally, she bottomed out, her swelling abdomen flush with his rump.
The wolf leaned forward, grabbing the handle and pulling back, forcing Tyler's top end off the bed. He groaned as she fucked him, slowly at first, then picking up speed. She held him locked to her, using short but powerful thrusts to bounce him. He growled and sighed.
Soren ran her free hand along his taught back, feeling every muscle, every curve. She moaned at the sheer thought: "this is MINE."
Tyler mewled. Soren rode him until she felt him tightening up. In a swift move, she was out of him, leaving him exposed. Soren unclipped the dildo, dropping it to the floor and pushing him down on the bed. She drug her claws along his lower back, then rolled him over, exposing his cock.
With a growl, Soren pinned him down, lining herself up with his member. Before he could react, she impaled herself on him. The wolf sighed, catching his gaze. She rolled her hips on him, savoring this canine's cock. The wolf worked faster, more aggressively, finding her clit and using him to stimulate it.
Soren grimaced as her orgasm took control, letting it paralyze her body. At the same time as she clamped down around Tyler's knot, she felt a warmth spread into her abdomen. Oh god yes.
The she wolf felt herself relax a bit, and looked down at Tyler. God damn he was cute. And she finally got him to herself. She enjoyed watching Cane fuck his muzzle, and even watching him masturbate, but nothing beat actually getting to have him.
Soren nuzzled the dog's neck, relaxing on top of him, waiting patiently for him to unlock.
"Aaaaaagh!" Soren cried out.
"First one is almost out." the doctor was a pudgy mutt. Probably some mix of shepherd and retriever.
Cane and Brandon were holding hands, both tense with excitement.
"And here we are." the doctor held the first pup. It was a tiny little brown thing. Brandon took the pup, holding it gently in a small blanket.
Tyler was behind Soren, paw on her shoulder. He seemed anxious.
With a push, puppy number two arrived. All brown, whimpering. He was passed off to the coyote.
Finally, Soren relieved herself of puppy three, flopping backwards on the table. Tyler looked shocked, and let a tiny gasp out his muzzle. The third puppy was completely black.
Brandon didn't seem to care, and enveloped all three in his arms, but Cane was glaring at Tyler. The doctor left the room.
"What did you DO?" Cane snarled.
"Hey! Knock it off. Tyler and I waited until after I was pregnant." Soren hissed.
"My father was black." Brandon said. "My mother all brown."
"Cane, I gave you my word. You and Brandon were the only ones during that time." Soren spoke calmly, but forcefully.
"Ok. I believe you."
Soren noticed Tyler's claws digging into her shoulder. She glared up at him. He released.
Brandon's father was a chocolate lab, his mother the same. He knew an all black pup could've only come from one source out of the four canines. Soren vehemently denied any interaction with Tyler pre-partum, and the dog believed her. Brandon figured Tyler took her one night while she was sleeping (she was a confirmed sexsomniac, and a heavy sleeper), or maybe her body released one more egg later. There were major holes in either theory, but what's done is done, and he would love and care for the trio no matter what.
Tyler sat in the living room alone late one night. Was what he did wrong? He wasn't sure what Soren would do if she found out, although he felt a tingling in his groin at the thought of being punished.
Sexsomnia was something alot of adults had, but nobody knew what to call it. Soren had had many wet dreams, stirring, groaning, fingering herself, all while asleep. It was so very difficult to try to lay next to that, let alone sleep. So he accepted the unofficial invitation, and took her. He was careful to let her do all the work, so she wouldn't wake up.
Her mind was asleep, her body was awake.