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The Dogpile

One of the perks of Daniel’s office job was that he had weekends off. Saturday mornings came as a regular blessing; even on chilly December mornings, he never had to worry about the cold when he could wake up in the arms of a big, fluffy mountain dog. After moving in with Abby, winter had even become one of his favorite seasons.

She wasn’t the most graceful sleeper, splayed out on her back, a huge mound of fur, fat, and bare breasts, her pink nipples pert in the cold morning while her maw hung open, little fangs and jowls glistening with drool as she snored. Daniel loved every bit of her. Whenever he showed someone pictures of his girlfriend, especially next to him, even he could catch the quick expressions of shock or even slight repulsion to her. A human with an anthro was a bit uncommon, but not out of the ordinary. However, an average, awkward, shy man like him with a woman a head and shoulders taller than him and three times his weight seemed to shock other people. But to Daniel, she was perfect, his fluffy goddess of soft rolls and wet kisses.

His boxer-brief clad hips were pressed flush into her side, his morning wood behind his underwear grinding into her lacy black panties, straining to contain her generous curves. As he began to rouse, he pressed his face deeper into her side, reaching out to palm her breast lazily, taking in a big whiff of her, her fur yielding the warm, feminine dog musk he’d come to love so much.

Abby’s jaws finally smacked as she slowly slipped back into consciousness, opening wide in a big yawn as she stretched one arm back overhead, the other pressing Daniel close, squeezing him into her sideboob. She didn’t open her eyes right away, but spoke in her warm, sleepy voice. “Someone’s eager,” she half-whispered, feeling the insistent boner pressing against her upper thigh.

Daniel, however, was in no hurry to satisfy his erection, more than content to merely bask in her beauty. “I wake up next to you every morning. Can you blame me?” he replied, his fingers slowly stroking through the fur on her breast, lazily stroking the nipple when they met, making Abby hum at the sensation.

“Careful with that kind of talk, or you might get a repeat of last night,” Abby teased back, finally opening her dark eyes with slow blinks to smile at him. The little threat made Daniel shudder. Abby had always had a dominant streak, and as sweet and affectionate as she was, she wasn’t shy about taking charge of him in the bedroom when she wanted something. She’d always said there was something thrilling to her about making a man squirm, about taking away his presumed power and privilege over her by smothering him with her ass, or choosing when, where, and how he got to cum. That dominant edge was tempered by her deep, naturally affectionate canine nature, and it thrilled her to see Daniel in the throes of pleasure, knowing that her big, heavy body could make him so horny he couldn’t help himself. She got to feel both strong and generous at the same time, without having to feel weak or submissive, and Daniel got to reap all of the rewards. So when she threatened to sit on his face again, or make him beg her for permission to cum, he knew she meant it.

Daniel shrunk back with a flush of heat running up his body and a twitch from his cock. “Really?” he added, his voice timid but tinged with hope. His own curly bangs half-covered the eager glint in his eyes.

Abby rubbed his shoulders with a half-smile. “I’d like to, but today’s a stream day,” she said. “I should get up, get breakfast, a shower…” Her expression dropped as the dark cloud of reality came to hang over their warm oasis of fur and blankets. Daniel nodded, and Abby could see the slight disappointment in his face, which she could hardly bear to see. So she added, “But you treated me so well last night, such a good boy for me… So why don’t I treat you tonight?”

Her offer excited Daniel, but also gave him pause. For a beat, he summoned what courage he had to share some thoughts he’d been wanting to say, searching for the words to voice, but hadn’t quite found the time or mood to speak until now. “Actually, there was something I’ve been thinking I wanted for a while now…” he admitted, averting his gaze with some self-conscious embarrassment.

Abby raised her brow, her ears lifting as well. Daniel was usually so passive; he almost never made requests or demands. But this pleased her – after all, it was a lot easier to make her boyfriend happy when he was forthright with his naughty desires. “Oh? What is it, sweetie?” she asked softly.

Daniel withdrew a deep breath to brace himself, but then forced himself to make eye contact with his big, warm, fluffy girlfriend and open his mouth. “Well, I was just thinking about those three-ways we had with Dina recently, and how much fun those were, and… I was wondering how you’d feel about, well… maybe bumping that number up?”

“A foursome?” Abby responded with a tilt of her head, then added with a smirk, “What, one big mountain dog isn’t enough for you?”

Daniel flushed. “No, no, it’s not like that! I just saw how much fun you had with Dina, and being outnumbered like that was really hot, and…” Daniel blustered, not knowing how to explain himself.

Abby just laughed, her big body jiggling as she squeezed him closer to her chest. “Danny, Danny, it’s fine. You know I’m not the jealous type,” she reassured him. Then, with a hard light behind her soft eyes, she smiled and said in a low tone, “I think we can make that happen. Nothing’s too good for my good boy.”

“R-Really?” Daniel replied with nervous hope. “What did you have in mind?”

Abby leaned down to press a wet kiss against his forehead. “A friend of a friend.”

“Jesus! Colder than a witch’s tit out there!”

The booming voice that echoed through the house was impossible to miss, a heavy contralto with a distinct southern drawl, completely unabashed in its volume or resonance.

Daniel poked his head out from his home office to the doorway to see that Abby had ended her stream early, and was already inviting some unexpected guests in. At the door was another Bernese Mountain dog, not quite as tall as Abby, but still dwarfing Daniel in size and weight. She was older, gray edges clear around her eyes and muzzle, and her fat body had a sag to it, even beneath her flannel coat and plaid blouse underneath. The faded denim jeans and cowboy boots only confirmed her origins as her confident gaze swept around the home before fixing on Abby. Daniel had no idea who this woman was, old enough to be Abby’s mother, perhaps older, but the sight of her immediately made his skin prickle in anticipation.

“So you’re the little lady that Dina was tellin’ me all about,” the older dog said, clapping Abby on the shoulder, even as she had to tilt her muzzle up to look Abby in the eyes.

Daniel was surprised to see Dina trying to squeeze in through the door around the new woman. The shortest of the bunch – still clearly taller than Daniel – she brushed some wet snow off of her fluffy fur coat, her breasts jiggling behind her own sweater as she chimed in. “Wait until you see her man, Gerdur. Little toothpick might cream his pants at the sight of ya.”

“Ya don’t say?” the older woman, Gerdur, apparently, boomed with a laugh.

Abby turned her head to see Daniel watching in a poor attempt at stealth. “No need to be so shy, Danny. There’s someone new you should meet,” she coaxed him.

Daniel came out, feeling flushed and voiceless. The closer he got, the more the size difference was obvious, the women looming over him with bright, hungry gazes. Gerdur, now seeing him for the first time, lit up in particular, her jowls glistening a bit with saliva as she grinned a toothy grin at him. “So, you’re the little man who wants a real dogpile, eh?” she said.

“Uh…” Daniel had no idea how to answer. Even in normal situations, he was terrible at talking to strangers, and now a palpable wave of anxiety flooded him, worrying he would embarrass himself and his girlfriend by committing one of the million possible microscopic faux pas that comprised the minefield known as “first impressions.”

Luckily, Gerdur’s experience made her keenly aware of his lack thereof, and she handily seized the reins. “Look at you: curly little mop head on top of a broomstick! Here’s hopin’ I don’t break you later. Although, if I know your type, you might like that, wouldn’t ya?” she teased, leaning forward with another eager, savage gleam in her eyes above her broad smile.

Daniel gulped, but no longer nervous, so much as slowly building excitement. “It’s a pleasure to meet you,” he managed to greet her properly.

“Not yet it ain’t,” she muttered back under her breath.

Abby could already see that the two were warming up to each other, so she came around to pat Dina’s shoulder and belly and said, “Gerdur here is a family friend of Dina’s. I remember her mentioning her to me and saying that she’d be in town for the holidays, so I thought I’d make her a little offer.”

Daniel’s face lit up, but he couldn’t manage to be fully confident. “Well, it’s great you’re here! Thank you so much for coming!” he said, trying to be a good host. “This is a bit of a surprise, so I admit I’m not totally prepared yet, but, well… Our bedroom’s this way…” he turned his head to nod back down the hall.

Dina laughed. “Told you he was a glutton for punishment!” she said, elbowing Gerdur.

Gerdur just smiled. “I guess Abby wanted this to be a surprise, but I’m a good Southern lady. Before a man takes me to bed, he usually at least buys me dinner, first.”

Daniel looked a bit confused, and Abby slid over to him to rescue him. “I thought we could take her out to The Boneyard,” she said, mentioning a bar in town that was a regular haunt of the couple. “Get to know each other a bit before we jump right in to the deep end of the pool.”

The plan made sense to Daniel, who nodded now that he could see the whole picture of the evening and properly prepare for it and build anticipation. But Gerdur reached into her big leather purse. “Not that we’re gonna cannonball in all at once. I figured you could wade through the shallow end a bit first, so to speak.” With that, she produced from her purse what was clearly a smooth, bright-red silicone dildo. It was even shaped like a canine penis and the exact color, with a bulbous knot at the base and a good girth. Daniel’s eyes widened, but Gerdur just grinned even bigger. “The knot vibrates,” she explained. “Before we leave, how’s about you go on and stick that up your backside? Should keep you nice and ready for us whenever we want ya. Plus, I love seeing little men like you squirm in public.”

Daniel accepted the dildo in both hands. The size wasn’t too intimidating, perhaps not even bigger than his own penis, but the weight of the motor behind the silicone knot made his stomach flip with all sorts of emotions. He looked back up at the girls.

Dina just smirked at his red face, but Abby stroked his cheek sweetly. “Well, honey? Go on,” she encouraged him, giving him a nudge toward the bathroom. Then she decided to double down on that nudge with a big slap on his ass, which made him jump. He could hear the other women snickering behind him.

Daniel couldn’t believe he was about to do this. As his feet moved toward the bathroom and the door shut behind him, it felt like a living nightmare, the thought of wearing a vibrator up his ass all throughout a public dinner with three big beautiful canine women. And of course, that made it a dream come true.

“And what’ll it be for you, hon?” the waitress, a hefty collie woman dressed in a straining blue polo and black waist-apron said as she raised her brow at Daniel.

Daniel had to swallow to manage his nerves, forcing himself to breathe calmly before he spoke. Despite looking like the sort of place that would reek of cigarette smoke, The Boneyard was a very clean place that seemed to take pride in its polished black surfaces and dark-painted brick walls heavily laden with old metal signs reminiscent of a junkyard. Neon glowed on the walls and from overhead, declaring the restaurant, “HOME OF THE RIB BURGER” and the clatter of the metal trays layered with butcher paper accented the 80s hard rock station playing over the speakers. The leather booth seats were stuffed enough that Daniel felt like he could disappear, although that feeling may have come from being sandwiched between Abby and Dina in the semicircle they sat in.

The problem wasn’t that Daniel didn’t know what he wanted to order; he and Abby came here all the time, he didn’t even need to look at the menu. The problem was that it was difficult to form thoughts or complete sentences when he could feel a giant silicone knot vibrating against his asshole.

It didn’t really seem all that big when he was holding it in the bathroom earlier before they left. Honestly, he thought that Gerdur had been taking it easy on him, since the dildo was about the same size as his own penis, even with the knot at the base, and seemed to be a realistic size for a canine male. But once he had inserted it into his anus and felt that knot lock into place inside of him, nothing about it felt small. The stretch inside his backdoor was omnipresent, and it was impossible not to squirm, unable to sit with complete comfort.

And that was before Abby had turned on the vibrate setting. Gerdur had given her the remote when they’d walked in, “Since he’s your squeeze and all,” and Abby’s face lit up with immediate delight. She’d left it off when they first sat down, but once the waitress had come to start taking their orders, she’d casually and stealthily turned it on, and now Daniel felt that keen buzzing in his asshole that made him squirm and shudder even more. He thought it was probably on the lowest setting, but it didn’t feel weak at all. The firm flesh of the knot was shoved right up against his prostate through the walls of his body, and the buzzing was maddening. It felt a little like he had to pee, but also he already knew he was oozing precum despite not having an erection, his flaccid penis giving an occasional twitch in his pants from the ripples of stimulation that radiated from his core.

The waitress was still looking at him, his face flushed, and waiting for him to order. He searched for signs that she might be onto him out of nervous habit. When she saw the group of big mountain dog women, she probably figured they were all related, three generous of women and the youngest’s boyfriend; nothing out of the ordinary. But if she caught an inkling of something else, he worried they could get in a lot of trouble. He wondered if she could even hear the vibrator buzzing with her keen canine ears, perked now as she tilted her head, a bored look across her face as she waited for him to answer.

The thought that she might overhear was good enough reason to force himself to speak. “Uh, yeah, I’ll – I’ll have the double rib burger,” he managed, shifting in his seat again to try and escape the vibrating pressure against his prostate beneath the table.

“Mmhmm,” the waitress hummed as she looked down at her notepad. “You want fries or chips with that?” she followed up.

“Oh, uh, I’ll have-”

Daniel’s answer was cut off by a sharp gasp when his prostate started to hum and throb with a frequency he could feel in his skull. Abby looked like she was just innocently taking a sip of her drink, but Daniel could feel that she had suddenly cranked the vibrator up to its highest setting. The buzz sounded deafening in his ears, and he instantly feared that the waitress would hear it. But then the sharp sensation set in, the electric ooze through his lower body that made his cock throb and perk up, starting to leak more steadily in his underwear.

A heavy swallow followed the gasp, but when his mouth opened again, it was only to pull in more breath. His hands clenched into fists, and it was all he could do not to moan. He’d never felt his prostate this intimately, knew it was capable of producing such feelings, but now it was all opening up to him, a whole new world of pleasure that threatened to pitch him over the edge of pure bliss.

And he still needed to order.

“I’ll…” he squeaked out, but his voice was uneven, certainly not sounding anything approaching normal.

The waitress raised an eyebrow at him.

“He likes fries,” Abby chimed in with a sugary voice and an even sweeter smile. The waitress, just happy to finally have the order, jotted it down and turned away.

Daniel could feel the heat rush to his face, especially when the other women all turned to look at him, each wearing a different version of the same teasing smirk.

“Dirty, dirty boy. I thought he was gonna cream himself right there,” Dina commented, leaning her chin on her paw.

“I was surprised, too. I didn’t think such a little toy could be so strong,” Abby agreed. She then turned to Daniel, still squirming with discomfort and tremors of pleasure rippling through his body as she rubbed his thigh affectionately, her paw coming dangerously close to his crotch. “Does it feel good, baby? You like that knot buzzing in your ass? Think you’re gonna cum?” she teased in a softer voice, squeezing his leg, the blunt claw tips digging in just a bit.

“He better not,” came Gerdur’s deep voice. She leaned back on the other side of the booth, folding her arms under her great chest, the sag of her breasts apparent with her age despite her top, her muzzle wearing a confident, steely grin. “We’re in public after all. Wouldn’t be very polite, now would it? A young gentleman, cummin’ his pants in front of a group of fine, proper ladies and all.” The tips of her fangs flashed white as she smiled just a bit bigger. “Somethin’ so scandalous and dirty like that, why…” Now she leaned forward, a thick forearm dominating her side of the table, the heat of her breath reaching Daniel’s face as her voice lowered. “…We’d have to punish the naughty boy who did something like that.”

Daniel inhaled, a hot charge running down his spine that had nothing to do with the knot lodged in his ass and tickling his prostate, making his cock surge again with the thought. He’d been slowly stiffening this whole time, but now the threat brought him to full erection, his fingers gripping the table as he tried to spread his thighs so as not to squeeze his inner bulb further. He didn’t want to cum in public like this, he knew it would be humiliating. And he didn’t want to find out just what sort of punishment a woman like Gerdur might inflict on him if he did. But something about the way she said it, her power, her presence, pressed a button that he couldn’t control. Abby might have been the biggest of them by a head and shoulders, but Gerdur felt the largest, most imposing, most intimidating. He’d never met a woman like her in his life, but he couldn’t even manage to look her in the eyes, and not just because his vision was swimming as his body squirmed in physical delight. She wasn’t just a mother-figure; she was a matriarch, a commanding force that only concerned herself with male bodies in so much as they could be bent and used to her liking.

She’d already shoved a dildo up his ass; he had no idea how much further she would go if he “misbehaved.”

Dina chuckled. “Ooh, don’t threaten me with a good time. Now I kinda hope he does jizz himself. I’m already getting ideas for what I’d do to him.”

Daniel looked to Abby, hoping she might protect him, but she just wrapped an arm around his shoulders, hugging him into her massive side. “I think we should make it all official then,” she said. She turned to look down at him, reaching up with her soft paw, her thumb stroking his cheek affectionately. “How about this? Daniel, if you can make it the whole meal – until the check is paid – without having an orgasm, we can do whatever you want when we all get home. All three of us, we’ll be all yours. No limits.”

The idea itself was so tempting that Daniel felt another clench in his crotch, a faint wet spot forming in his jeans as his erection pressed his leaking cock into the fabric and precum soaked through his underwear.

“But…” Abby continued, a similar steely glint to Gerdur’s flashing across her soft eyes. “If you do cum, then we get to punish you. However we want. I think that sounds fair.” Daniel didn’t even get much of a chance to respond; Abby was already rubbing his thigh, which made him twitch and huff some more. “So, just try to hold on then. Think about the reward waiting for you,” she teased.

Before his imagination could even wander, Dina piped up again. “Or don’t. I’m thinking I’ve got a collar and leash with his name on it.”

“Order up! I got a double rib burger for the fella,” the waitress announced as she came by with the tray, interrupting the conversation. Daniel’s posture immediately stiffened as she distributed the food, and while the ladies all politely thanked the waitress, Daniel could only manage a nod.

When she left, Abby picked right up where they left off. “You should see how cute he looks in thigh-highs and a skirt,” Abby said to Gerdur. “If I get to do anything, maybe we’ll even put you in some fishnets. Or maybe pick up some new panties for you on the way home and make you buy them by yourself. Doesn’t that sound fun, baby?” Abby said, waving a fry in front of his face before dropping it down the hatch.

“Unghh…” Daniel grunted at just hearing the words, trying to swallow his own bite, but he couldn’t even focus on the food. He squirmed again, his face heating up, his boner pressing insistently against his jeans. That knot was maddening, the buzz impossible to drown out. It felt like the plastic toy had gripped his prostate and was squeezing it, milking it for all it could. The hot, electric sensations only developed with each dirty tease and threat, blooming more aggressively, the twitches coming faster.

“A collar and leash? That’s nothing,” Gerdur scoffed. She looked from Dina then back to him, still wearing that predatory smirk, looking at him like he was a plaything more than a man; the big momma dog’s favorite new chew toy. “I already know exactly what I’m gonna do to you once you cream those blue jeans of yours. But I wouldn’t dare spoil the surprise,” she breathed hotly, and Daniel fought to suppress another gasp and moan. She waggled an eyebrow with appreciation. “But I’ll give ya a hint: momma plays rough. Real rough. You’ll be lucky if’n you can put a litter in Abby by the time I’m done with ya.”

“Gaahhh…!” Daniel lurched forward, trying to resist the urge to grind the base of the vibrator into his asshole as he white-knuckle gripped the tabletop in front of him. He couldn’t know what Gerdur meant exactly, but every possibility was more intimidating than the last. But she was so confident, so utterly natural in her dominant aura over him, he just couldn’t help but fold before her.

He had to say something. He had to lay down his boundaries, that he might be okay with some rough stuff, but he wasn’t so sure about getting hurt. Yet he couldn’t speak. Whenever he opened his mouth, he could only gasp, squirm, writhe. Something was happening. “Wait, I…” I managed to squeak out, trying to tell Gerdur that he wasn’t going to let her do anything to him; that he was a man, not a child, and he deserved some basic respect.

“How’s everything tasting?” the waitress asked as she returned, her expression only showing mild interest.

Gerdur didn’t look to answer the waitress. She looked right at Daniel and just grinned. He couldn’t take it anymore. That something that he felt happening, his prostate throbbing against the burning, buzzing rod shoved right up into it… He realized what it was, and that he was already well past the tipping point.

“Nnnghhh! Ughhh…! Ohhhhnnn…!”

Daniel tried to muffle his moans with another bite of rib burger, but his body couldn’t help but jerk, hump, and writhe as he came. He could feel his jizz soaking into his pants, blooming across his crotch beneath the table, hidden between the two dog women. His face burned beet red with total embarrassment. The waitress was watching everything!

She didn’t say anything. Abby just placidly turned to her and said, “He really likes it, thanks.”

The collie just rolled her eyes a bit and walked away.

When Daniel came down, he felt dizzy, shaky, still sensitive and overstimulated from the toy in his ass. Gerdur just chuckled once.

“Looks like someone’s been a naughty boy,” she said, chomping into half of her burger in one bite. With a cruel glare, she added, “We can fix that.”

Daniel gulped in fear.

“Alright, honey. What’s the safeword?”

The last thing Daniel saw was his giant, fluffy girlfriend standing in front of him in her black lacy panties that he knew all too well. Her heaving breasts hung down before him as she leaned over, her smile playful but still warm as she reached out to wrap the blindfold tightly around his face. Then all he could see was the black fabric.

“Pumpkin,” he exhaled, trying to keep himself steady. He felt trussed up like a Thanksgiving turkey, his head locked into the vice of the pillory, his posture bent forward, his wrists secured to the bar on either side of his head, and even his ankles forced apart with a solid spreader bar. The cuffs may have been fuzzy for comfort, but there was no way for him to release himself once the bar came down over his neck. He was entirely at the mercy of the other women.

Between his thighs, his cock stood rock hard, twitching relentlessly against his stomach, oozing precum.

He’d caught glimpses of Dina and Gerdur circling him. Both were entirely nude, their heavy, flabby bodies exposed to him just like Abby’s. His girlfriend’s form was bubblier, her roundness a bit more complete; just everything about her was huge. She was a giant of fluff and blubber, and every part of her seemed like it could swallow him in folds and fur. But Dina and Gerdur were older, and it showed. Dina’s breasts hung down on her belly, which existed in a few folds of fluffy fat over her paunch that hid her womanhood. As the oldest, Gerdur was even saggier, her arms boasting fluffy wing flaps and her huge tits drooping past some of the folds of her own stomach. Her areolas especially were huge pink circles topped with big, thick nipples that Daniel couldn’t get his mind off of, and between her chunky thighs he could see some more sagging folds of her inner labia hanging out from the plump outer flesh, as if age and gravity had dragged them down a bit.

They’d eyed Daniel eagerly, circling around him like a pack of predators, and even blinded Daniel could still hear the smack of the paddles they carried against their palms. He shivered with fearful anticipation, his cock still throbbing. His imagination ran wild, deliciously supplying him with endless possibilities of what horrible things these giant, slobbering women might do to his helpless form. The waiting was the most agonizing part, and his arousal loved it.

He heard a few heavy footsteps creak the floorboards under the carpet, and then a soft wooden thud; Abby moving and picking something up. “Alright ladies, he’s my man, so I get to go first,” she said.

Daniel didn’t speak. There was no point. Nothing he could say – except “pumpkin” – would get him out of this. Unless he wanted to ruin the fun for everyone, he had to take it, and no amount of begging or pleading would persuade them to go easy on him. He was their chew toy now. He thought he could even hear Dina’s chops smack wetly from behind him.

It came out of nowhere. Smack! A sharp crack of painted wood against his buttcheek, and then a warm sting that rippled through his backside. He gasped again, a whimper, feeling the impression of the paddle clearly against his left cheek after it made its mark, the pain receding to a radiating ache in moments. Daniel’s balls clenched, his cock twitching again as he forced himself to breathe, to swallow. But he could feel the charge that zipped through the air, hear the sharp breath of excitement from Abby, a low coo from Dina, and a shifting sound from Gerdur. The smell of fur and saliva and womanly sweat was a low constant in the bedroom, but now there was a brighter, sour tang to it: fresh pussy juice. There was no doubt about it; the women were getting off on this.

“My turn, hon,” came Dina’s voice from behind Daniel. He hardly had the time to prepare himself before the paddle came swinging down. Thwack! The strike was twice as loud and twice as hard, the older dog not having any reason to hold back on Daniel, and she made sure he felt it. The paddle flattened his right cheek, a burst of pain immediately shocking his system, and the searing sting that it left behind throbbed in his backside.

“Ah! Fuck…” Daniel groaned, his knees quaking as he withstood the pain and arousal that coursed through him. His butt felt like it was on fire, his hole clenching tight, his cock pulsing madly as Dina gave a confident laugh.

“Look at him squirm,” Dina said, her voice heavy with jeer and relish for Daniel’s suffering. “That butt looks so much cuter when it’s pink, doesn’t it?” she asked, admiring her work, the taunts making Daniel bite his lip to suppress another moan. She reached down to give an affectionate rub to his ass that was really more of a squeeze, and then a soft pat that was another spank on its own to his tender rump. He could hear Abby chuckle. “Alright, Gerdur. Your turn. Don’t go easy on him,” Dina said.

All Daniel could hear was the creaking of Gerdur’s steps and she took her place behind him. “I won’t,” she said, her Southern voice a sinister drawl, and Daniel felt his heart start to race. He wasn’t looking forward to his sensitive left cheek getting the same treatment as his right, but he didn’t want every heavy-handed spank to come down on his right either. He had no idea what Gerdur would do, where her blow would land, but he knew his ass would pay for it.

He felt her warm, worn paw come down on the small of his back, slowly tracing up his spine with her palm. “You were a bad boy, you know that? Cummin’ in that restaurant, right in front of all us ladies and all. Hardly how a gentleman should act,” she said, her voice maternal and stern, but behind that twang was a terrifying note of threat. Her paw came up to his neck, his spine tingling with her touch, before it rested gently on the back of his head, her fingers combing through his hair with something akin to affection. Daniel felt a lump in his throat, his mouth dry with arousal and torturous anticipation for the next spank on his throbbing, stinging ass. “Back home in Texas, we got ways to straighten young bucks like you out. Teach a man how to behave proper-like in a woman’s presence.” Her fingers dragged along his scalp gently, almost like a relaxing massage.

WHAM!

_ _ The paddle swung hard with a low, deadly whoosh, but it didn’t strike his ass.

It thumped right between Daniel’s legs, right on his fucking balls!

_ _ “AUUUUGHHH!!!” Daniel’s back arched, a loud cry of pure agony bursting from his throat. Behind the blindfold, his vision exploded with bright spots of blistering pain, his gut wrenching with a nauseous heave as his sensitive, vulnerable nuts were flattened by the paddle and crushed right against his pelvis. He felt everything, the broad impact that rippled right up to his chest and radiated throughout his limbs, the recoiling clench of his testicles trying to tighten and escape, and the fast, throbbing, splitting pain that came after with every beat of his pounding heart. His body shuddered, swaying against the stand of the pillory, his weight threatening to give as he fought to stay upright on trembling limbs. His mouth hung open, gasping for air with whimpering, pitiful moans. “My balls…!” he squeaked.

But the girls were just getting started, and the paddles were just one of the many toys Abby kept in their bedroom.

Before he’d even fully recovered, he felt a riding crop lash across his left buttcheek, making him jump with another strangled yelp. Abby? But then after that came the spread-out sting of a leather flogger across his right, the burn almost sweet in its sting, so much he could hardly speak. That one was Dina, certainly. Then again came Gerdur’s creativity, another riding crop, this time the leather end aimed expertly to land right between his buttcheeks on his sensitive asshole, again making him lurch forward with a deep bolt of pain that shot right through his guts. His cock was pulsing like mad, and he could hardly catch his breath, hardly get his bearings on the stars shooting across his open eyes behind the black blindfold.

“Don’t pull away. Take it like a good bitch,” Gerdur warned him in that easygoing, southern drawl. Daniel leaned back, presenting his rump again with whimpering fear on the verge of sobs, only again to get a stone-hard paddle right between his legs, coming right up on his balls.

“Fuck!” he screamed. But he got no mercy. Gerdur had swung out of turn, but it was Abby next, and he felt her riding crop come down vertically, smacking him again right on the nuts that left him gasping with long, low groans of suffering, his sack warm and throbbing as it jiggled when the riding crop passed through it.

“God…” Abby moaned under her own breath, and Daniel could hear the raw arousal in her voice, like nothing he’d ever heard before. “Listen to him… I’ve never heard a man make that noise before…” He heard another muffled moan, and then Abby asked, “Are you sure they’re going to be okay? You know, his…?”

“Oh yeah,” Gerdur said confidently. Then, Daniel whimpered again when he felt her rough, calloused paw come up between his thighs to grasp his balls, somewhere between a pat and a squeeze. “Men are such babies about ‘em. Trust me, these hairy little peaches are tougher than he makes ‘em seem. ‘Sides, why would they be there if not for a lady to remind a man of his manners?” she asked. She punctuated her remark with a more definitive slap on Daniel’s scrotum, again making him lurch, gasp, and kick in pain.

“Hey, let me take a shot. I’ve never hit a guy in the balls on purpose before,” Dina’s voice came.

“Wait-!” Daniel begged, but her paddle swung up, and with it another crushing blow to his abused stones. “Oh my god-!” Daniel wailed.

Another spank of the riding crop across his ass. Another paddle smacking his asscheek like a flat rock on water. Another riding crop coming right down on his ballsack. Dina’s voice, “Ooh, yeah, there is something kinda satisfying about that, huh darling?”

“Only because he’s been bad,” Abby’s voice replied. Another spank on his ass with a paddle. Then another on the other cheek. “A gross, horny man who can’t even stop himself from cumming in public. Isn’t that what you are Daniel?”

Abby’s soft, soothing paw rubbed his sore ass. Meanwhile Gerdur’s paddle swung right up to hit his nuts again; he knew it was hers because even blindfolded, the pain was blinding, and he felt like he’d throw up. Tears stung at his eyes from the pain, and he couldn’t stop them. He even felt a palpable worry with the way his balls throbbed, the ache dull but overwhelming, like they’d been completely pulverized. Would he be able to father children after this?

“Please!” Daniel forced the words out of his mouth as he cried out in pure agony, fighting through the pain to beg. “Please, stop! Don’t break my balls! I need them, please!” he sobbed, knowing he sounded so pathetic as his head hung down. “I… I think they’re broken…”

The women stopped, but while there was some tension, it was a low undercurrent. Daniel knew how to make it stop if he was really worried about his safety, and without that magic word, there could never be real concern over his pain, only the sadistic joy of hearing him beg. But still, Gerdur waddled up behind him, and again he felt her rough palm reach up between his thighs to feel him, check his balls with a rolling fondle that could have been gentler. “They’re fine, ya big baby,” she admonished him. Then she added, “You’re hard as a diamond, though. Maybe you know your place better’n I thought.”

There was a ruffle of some noise that was hard for Daniel to place. Leather? Metal? And then some whispers that were definitely Abby. “He’s okay, right?”

Then Gerdur’s whispered reply, “Oh, yeah, he’s fine. I take it this is his first time taking a shot to the family jewels?”

Daniel couldn’t hear the response, maybe it was a nod. Gerdur just gave a single chuckle. But then he felt her rough fingers reaching up to the knot of his blindfold, undoing it with expert speed. “Well, if you’re not gonna let us old dogs play with your balls, then we’ll just have to do things the old-fashioned way,” Gerdur’s previous, booming tone reasserted itself when the blindfold finally came off. He saw the old, heavy, sagging canine woman before him, a great mass of matronly fur and flesh that he craned his neck upward to behold. Her eyes gleamed with mischievous delight, her jowls glistening with moisture, and the folds of her cunt shining the same below with droplets of clear, sticky arousal clinging to the flesh. “You were a naughty boy at lunch. But maybe you’ll have better manners for dessert.”

Gerdur started to turn her massive body, but Daniel already knew what was coming, and it made his heart pound. The huge, old woman turned to present her mountainous ass to him, and then she bent over. Seeing her fat buttcheeks part was like awe-inspiring in itself, two great, fluffy slabs separating to reveal a deep canyon within, that furry tail hiking up to present that puckered dog anus perched right above her fleshy slot of sopping wet womanhood. The smell that wafted from her was immediately rank with sweat and ass, compounded by the fur that trapped her animal musk, but by now, Daniel’s cock throbbed madly at the sight, the aroma, conditioned to be as hard as possible for this.

“Eat up, boy,” Gerdur commanded. She steadied her old form with one palm on the ground before shoving herself back, and all at once, Daniel’s trapped head was swallowed into the valley of her damp, sweaty dog ass. He let out a muffled groan the moment his nose and lips pressed against the taut, hot flesh of her asshole.

There was only a moment of reeling shock where the heat and smell of Gerdur’s butt overwhelmed Daniel before he dove in, eager to comply with her demands. Immediately, his tongue shot out, plastering itself to her hole, dragging up the moist flesh, tasting the prominent salt of sweat before the deeper, musky flavors started to spread out over his tongue. He grunted with a mixture of hot shame and deep arousal, giving himself over completely to the task. The tip of his tongue swirled around that hole, feeling it tighten and loosen against his lips, and he kissed it deeply, even prodding the tip inside, feeling it give against his efforts. What had happened before had been new to Daniel, but this was something he was more than familiar with.

“Ohh, that’s it, boy,” Gerdur moaned. “Show Momma’s butt a good time. Just like that…”

The sound of Daniel’s smacking lips were muffled by the thick fur of Gerdur’s cheeks as he slurped and slobbered and made out with her backdoor, but he could hear and feel just how thoroughly she was enjoying herself. The real proof is when he felt her knuckles against his chin. Her pussy was so close to her asshole that some of the old, fishy smell did intrude and mix with the butt-smell, and he could hear the squelch when her fingers reached up between her flabby thighs to slide through her own folds just beneath the site of his current meal. He could feel every vigorous motion she gave herself, and it felt profound to be a part of such a strong matriarch’s pleasure this way; to suckle and tongue her asshole to fuel her arousal while her own fingers moved with the secret rhythm of her own satisfaction. She didn’t touch herself at all the way Abby did, who liked to work around her clit with slow, circular rubs and then quick back-and-forth flicks. Instead, Gerdur schlicked her self hard and steady, sliding her chubby fingers up the length of her slot, rubbing over her clit with each hard pass like she was jerking herself off. Once her fingers were completely slick, she’d dive into herself at the end of her stroke, thrusting slightly into her palm while she drove her knuckles into her loose, wet cunt, each motion earning a wet squelch beneath Daniel’s feasting mouth. He tried to work his lips and tongue in tandem with her movements, matching the rhythm of her masturbating to the eating of her ass.

Gerdur continued to moan and groan with husky noises, and he could feel her body tense and shudder with her pleasure. Daniel wondered how close she was, how much distance was covered by spanking him and batting his jewels around, but then another pressing matter came up behind him in a very literal way.

He felt a tapered, silicone tip prod against his asshole, circling, applying lubricant, exactly the shape of a canine’s cock. But it felt significantly bigger than the toy he wore at the restaurant. Suddenly he realized what the clinking of leather and metal was earlier: Dina stepping into her strapon harness, the one she was fond of with the inner bulbs that anchored into her own vagina for mutual pleasure. He must have missed the squelch of her inserting it while eating Gerdur’s ass, but now he was very aware of what was against him.

“Deep breath out, hon,” Dina’s voice called to him, still trapped between Gerdur’s asscheeks. “Big D’s comin’ in!”

Daniel didn’t have time to prepare. When he felt that initial prod become a push, he stopped himself and tried to force himself to relax, to exhale and let the big rubber dog dick inside. While the toy wasn’t massive, it was still impressive and challenging, and as his butt started to spread open, he could feel the strain and resistance of his sphincter in taking the invading shaft. But eventually, the liberal amount of lube applied started to work its magic, and with a few concerted thrusts, Dina started to work her way inside. “Ohhhh…!” Daniel moaned when that plunge became one smooth glide, a hot, aching, delicious sensation spreading his hole and traveling up his spine and gut. His fingers twitched and his feet spasmed, and finally there was more pleasure than pain, although there was still a heavenly mix of both.

Once Dina was inside and buried all the way to the toy’s bulbous knot outside of his asshole, she didn’t waste her time. Hitting that depth made the toy shove up inside of her own cunt, the swollen knot pressing against her clitoris in a way that gave her all of the responsive pleasure of plunging into a tight hole with a real cock. “Hoo, momma,” Dina moaned. “Tight little thing, aren’t ya, hon?” she said, rubbing Daniel’s still-tender ass with a paw before she widened her stance, her cock still buried far up Daniel’s ass. Then, she started to rock her hips, the matronly woman working up to steady thrusts, withdrawing several inches of silicone cock before slamming herself back in, ramming that knot against his hole and her swollen button at the same time, giving both an electric jolt of hot delight. “Fuck, that’s it, hon. Gimme that ass,” she growled over him, grabbing his hips and starting to fuck him.

It was the same, dominant rutting that Daniel would expect from an alpha male, indistinguishable in selfish, horny need and powerful force. Daniel loved it, and with how Dina drove into him, unable to see or smell anything except Gerdur’s fat, rank ass, it was really as if it was Dina’s cock plowing into his backdoor. The best part was how each shove inside of him rocked his body forward, squishing his face deep into the doughy mounds of Gerdur’s asscheeks, forcing his lips and tongue to make tight contact with her butthole, his worship of her seat getting sloppy and wild now that Dina was setting the pace. Between Gerdur’s plunging, squelching fingers and Dina’s hard ass-pounding, he was completely sandwiched between two fat, beautiful older women using his body solely for their pleasure.

There was nothing Daniel could have enjoyed more. To surrender himself to them, his manhood and any shred of dominance to these older, bigger, more experienced women, to be made small and weak and an object for them was both a deliciously terrible taboo and a genuinely freeing experience. He knew this was right where he belonged, and his prostate agreed with him.

His poor prostate, already buzzed to hands-free orgasm just hours before and still tender, now receiving a thorough pounding at the hands of Dina’s big knotted dick sang and throbbed with every thrust inside of his stretched-out asshole. Daniel ate Gerdur’s ass as best he could while working with Dina’s rhythm, still trying to match Gerdur’s squelching fingering, but he knew it wouldn’t be long before he lost all control of himself. Perhaps his backdoor button was just more sensitive than even other guys’, or perhaps it was just extra-thrilling to have it pressed by such hefty goddesses as Dina and Gerdur. But either way, he couldn’t contain his whimpering moans now, feeling his cock pulsing fast, knowing he was oozing precum in waving strands onto the carpet between his feet. He was so close, and anything could push him over the edge.

“Nnng, fuck yeah… Ahh, shit!” Gerdur growled, her body starting to seize and clench before Daniel hit his peak. Then, all at once, she shoved her ass back, her fingers clawing knuckle-deep inside of herself, stroking her g-spot as she let out long, shuddering, satisfying groans of orgasmic delight. Daniel could even feel her butthole clench with the rhythm of her climax, and he tongued her butt as best he could while she rode the waves. But eventually, she collapsed forward, still fingering herself as she exhaled long, cooling down and managing to roll her fat body onto her back as she huffed. A big grin of pure delight spread across her muzzle, her jowls oozing slobber. “Fuck, that was it… Just gimme a minute…” she groaned.

Dina just took advantage of Daniel’s increased freedom to grip her big hips around his comparatively slender waist and really lay into him with faster, harder thrusts that squelched through the bedroom. “Yeah, take it, hon. Take that big dick…!” she growled as well, her own finish creeping up on her.

Daniel’s mouth, now freed, gasped for air and let out a long, shuddering groan of strain and pleasure. His aching balls burned with throbbing pain and a need for release. He was so close, but his battered jewels kept him just shy of it.

Then, suddenly, Abby was beside him. He couldn’t turn his head to see her, but he felt her massive presence, her soft paws on his head, petting him and stroking his hair. “Good boy, baby,” she cooed to him, her voice a balm on the stinging pain still lingering on his body. Her other paw, the warmest and softest of the three women, reached down to gently cup his balls. The size of her paw was huge, and he knew she could crush him easily, but instead she fondled him so gently, and that painful throb that lingered in his nuts started to soothe and recede, replaced by comfort and pleasure. “You’re doing so good for Mommy. You look so sexy like this.”

“Ahhh…!” Daniel gasped, trying to see her, but only catching a fluffy hip and her swishing tail out of the corner of his vision. Still, her warmth enveloped him, her heavy breasts resting on his back.

She leaned down, her voice near his ear, her dank dog breath washing over his nose. “Can you cum for me, baby? Can you cum for me, just from getting your ass fucked? Mommy would like to see that so much,” she asked.

The request alone would have sent him over the edge. His back arched and his feet kicked, the pressure building fast as Dina’s big dick slammed into him hard and rough right in front of his girlfriend. Yet even as that silicone cock pounded his sweet spot and forced the orgasm from him, Abby’s voice gave him the permission to do it and enjoy it, all for her. “Ahhh! Ahhh… Mommy…!”

Again, her words came softly to him. “That’s it, baby. Cum for me, baby.” She squeezed his balls, so lovingly and gently, the soft touch clashing with the rough thrusts barreling through his asshole. “Cum for me right now, sweetie.”

“I’m-! I’m cumming, Abby!” Daniel gasped and cried out. Dina didn’t slow down for a second, still chasing her own climax and very near the peak, fucking Daniel’s brains out while his cock spasmed and his balls drew upward. Then, finally, he erupted, fast, hot spurts of thick cum jetting from the tip of his cock beneath him, splattering uselessly on the carpet while Abby coaxed his load from him, gently fondling his balls to encourage every last drop from them. His vision swam and his body seized, a gut-wrenching orgasm that overrode every other sensation he could feel.

“Good boy. You’re cumming so hard for me. Good boy, baby…” Abby cooed to him, but there was a note of hot, pure satisfaction to her voice in his ear as well.

As Daniel’s orgasm started to taper off, his cock producing long strings of leaking semen as it twitched beneath him, Dina finally fucked him hard enough to earn her own climax. “Yeah, yeah! That’s it, hon! Momma’s cumming! I’m there! Shit!” she gasped. She simply buried her knot into Daniel’s asshole, not trying to shove it inside, but letting it press tight to his backdoor while she ground it into him and against her own clit simultaneously with eager humps. Daniel’s body rocked with the motions, and he felt the breath forced from his lungs, but finally, Dina’s thrusts started to slow, her breathing hot and heavy, and then, at last, she slumped, stumbled back, and withdrew herself from his butt with a slurp and a final pop.

“Oh, god…” Daniel grunted, feeling utterly exhausted. And yet he couldn’t say he was entirely spent. While Gerdur was lying winded on the floor before him and Dina was catching her breath against the wall, and those women’s big, older bodies were a unique thrill for him, his ultimate loyalty would always be to the woman he deeply loved. And Abby hadn’t cum yet.

A fact she was keenly aware of. Daniel saw her working fast on the lock of the pillory, an eagerness in her eyes and motions that Daniel could see as pure, unmet, horny need. Her nipples were rock hard and he could smell her sopping wet pussy even from a foot or two away. As loving, gentle, and even generous as she could be as a dominant, at the end of the day, Daniel knew that her pleasure came first in their relationship.

When the bar over his neck and wrists swung up, he felt another ache of freedom from his spine and limbs as he moved in ways he couldn’t for the last several, long minutes. He stood, feeling a sore relief as he stretched his back and neck, but he wouldn’t keep control of himself for long.

Abby tackled him onto the bed, and Daniel stood no chance against the mountain of tits and fat and fur. The frame creaked, but Abby had already pinned him to the huge mattress.

She kissed him, her tongue lavishing his face with big, slobbery licks. Before he could even reach up to grab her face and kiss her back, she was shoving her tongue down his mouth, forcing him to swallow her slobber and inhale her humid, sour dog breath. But her immense weight pinned him, trapped him between her thighs as she straddled up, moving into position.

Through all the flab and fluff, her burning hot, drooling pussy found his cock. He’d bounced back quickly, and was starting to stiffen already. All it took was a quick angle of her hips, and his tip was at her wet, oozing entrance. Then came the plunge.

“Oh, god, yes! Give Mommy that big, fat dick!” Abby moaned as she pulled her tongue out of Daniel’s mouth to throw her head back in delight. Daniel’s own moan reciprocated, feeling all pain recede once his cock was completely enveloped in the heavenly grip of his girlfriend’s big, hot, juicy pussy. It squeezed and stroked him lovingly, eager for him, as if made perfectly to fit his manhood alone inside, despite being half Abby’s height.

She started to rock her hips, grinding her fluffy cunt and throbbing clit into his untrimmed pubes as she took him deep. Sometimes, Daniel worried that his more-or-less average human penis couldn’t satisfy a giantess and goddess like Abby the way a wolf dick or even another Bernese Mountain dick might. But she’d always insisted he was big for a human – technically true – and the way she relished the feeling of it when it was inside her like this was almost enough to make Daniel believe that he really was as hung as her moans implied. But when she looked down at him, her breasts bouncing and her belly jiggling as her hips pumped and humped on top of him, her warm eyes radiating a deep affection for the man beneath her, Daniel knew that it had nothing to do with his size. He could be three inches bigger or smaller, but what made it perfect for Abby regardless was simply that it was his.

Daniel reached out to intertwine his fingers with Abby’s as she bounced on him, making the bed creak and their hips smack, accompanied by wet plops of heavy dog sex. “Oh, Mommy…!” Daniel moaned up to her. “You feel so good…!”

He was about to say he loved her, but was cut off by the view of her face suddenly eclipsed by another big, fluffy moon. Dina’s ass hovered right overtop of his head, and between her thighs, he could still see the bright pink, silicone bulbs of the strapon lodged inside of her fluffy pussy lips, parted around the orbs. They quivered as they moved in and out of her, and he could see her elbow pumping; Dina was jerking off the dog dick, and as she was, she was fucking herself with the internal part of the toy. Her first orgasm had just brought her to a plateau, but as a woman not afraid of her pleasure, she got to decide when she was done cumming.

“Room for one more, hun?” Dina asked in a brash, cocky voice. “Looked like old Gerdur was having so much fun. Figured I’d try it out for myself.”

Daniel didn’t get a chance to answer, only hearing a mischievous giggle mixing with Abby’s moan. The mountainous ass descended, and once again, Daniel’s head was swallowed by an abyss of fat, sweat, fur, and anus.

His moans muffled into Dina’s rump, who was a lot sweatier after putting in so much effort to fuck Daniel’s ass, and that created the primary smell that assaulted his nostrils: thick, rank ass sweat. The fishy smell of matronly pussy also mixed in strongly, some of Dina’s juices having leaked a bit up her crack from her own dildo-ing, and given that she was bigger than Gerdur, the butthole pressed to his face was just big enough to touch his lips and nose. Daniel could only reach up to grip Dina’s hips as she bounced on his head, trying to stabilize himself while Abby’s great, fluffy weight pulverized his hips, swallowing his cock with her needy heat.

But the lips and tongue against Dina’s ass were just the icing on the cake; the real pleasure came when she stopped jerking off the toy, finally having enough of the proxy, yanking it out of herself with a sickeningly loud squelch. “Finish me off, hon,” she demanded from above. All it took was a simple lift and angle of her hips, and a rush of cool air was quickly replaced as Dina’s hips flattened Daniel’s face again. This time, his mouth and nose were swallowed entirely by the motherly woman’s big, fluffy, sopping wet cunt.

Daniel knew he was responsible for two women’s pleasure, but he felt like he hardly had any real input on it. Dina ground her slot up and down his face, forcing her clit against his lips, and all he could do was suckle on it and tongue it when she wanted him to. Abby was pounding his hips into dust, her big paws braced on either side of his hips as she leaned back and worked her giant form, her tits and belly wobbling with every grinding thrust. She combined impact and a rolling motion to get all the spots she needed, and Daniel’s stiff rod was no more than an upright tool for her to use on the path to her climax. Dina’s juices spread all throughout his mouth with a musky, metallic tang as he swallowed what he could, the rest soaking his face with sticky wetness. He could feel her thighs clench even as his lungs burned, his lips pursed around her clitoris while his nose was buried inside her entrance, his face crushed by the weight of her.

“Yeah, yeah, that’s it, hon! Just a little more…!” Dina gasped, starting to reach down to rapidly flick her own bean while Daniel’s tongue brushed her finger, working in tandem to bring her over the edge.

Abby wasn’t far off. “Mommy’s so close, baby! Give it all to me! Cum inside me, baby! Be a good boy and cum for me again!”

Even without the encouragement, Daniel was close behind them. The weight and heat of Abby’s pussy was all-consuming, young and still tight, eager for a cock to plunge inside and deposit its load. Daniel’s own instincts couldn’t resist the call, but his heart couldn’t resist Mommy’s pleading demands. He cried out as he felt his own climax rise higher and higher within his body, matching Dina’s, peaking with Abby’s.

Then, all at once, it happened. Dina’s body clenched then released with a sudden seize and a hefty groan, her hips rolling as she ground her pussy into Daniel’s face with abandon, using her body to achieve and draw out her own release. “Ohh, fuck, that’s it, hon! Momma’s cumming…!”

Abby bounced and ground onto Daniel’s cock all the way to the final moments. When her climax hit, she slammed herself balls-deep onto him all at once, shuddering and writhing in pure delight to feel him so deep inside of her. “Yes! Yes! Oh, Daniel!” she cried out.

And what really sent her over the edge was the feeling of Daniel’s orgasm building and building until at last, the dam burst and that first pump of thick, hot, gooey semen blasted deep inside of her. Abby took it balls-deep, and she and Daniel relished the sensation of filling and being filled, of their bodies joining together in blissful release. With Dina cumming on Daniel’s face, he was overwhelmed with female pleasure all around him, his own rapturous orgasm filling him, forcing his used and abused balls to give his girlfriend every last drop, to pour out everything he had for both – all three – of these massive, beautiful women that he was so lucky to have.

When it was over, Dina collapsed first, falling off of Daniel sideways onto the big mattress next to him, making him bounce as he gasped for fresh air. Next, Gerdur had managed to pick herself up off the floor, dragging her old, sagging, heavy body toward the bed before hauling herself onto it with another bounce, taking her place on the other side of Daniel. Abby didn’t move, keeping his penis inside of her as long as it was hard enough to do so, letting him feel completely enveloped by her inside and out as she simply lowered herself over him. To his left, right, and above, he was completely smothered by big, busty dogs.

Daniel’s heart was pounding. The fun was over, and the edges of the high were still buzzing deep in his brain, but he could already feel the drop off approaching fast. They’d hurt him. They’d used him like a toy, a worthless object. And he knew he wanted it, that he loved it, and that he’d ask them for it again. But the experience was still intense, and it was hard to feel good about himself, as a person, a boyfriend, and especially as a man after everything that had transpired. He felt utterly depleted, everything inside taken, nothing left to give.

Abby started to gently lick his face. Not the big, slobbery kisses like before, but soft, nurturing laps at his cheeks as his eyes fought against forming tears.

The others knew just what to do as well. For the older women, this wasn’t their first rodeo with a man. “You did so good, hon,” Dina cooed into his ear, her big paw stroking his chest affectionately. “You really took it like a champ, and you made it all so hot for us. I hope you had a good time, too, sweetie.”

Daniel nodded, reaching out to squeeze her hand against his stomach. “It was good. I’m okay, I just…” he exhaled slowly, unable to finish the thought.

Abby leaned down to kiss him with her lips, tenderly and with pure affection. “Daniel… I love you so much. You do so much for us. We’re here for you, baby. You’ve got three big mommas who aren’t going anywhere.”

Daniel kissed Abby back, holding it, taking all of the love and care he could from her and letting it fill his empty chest. He held her words in his mind, feeling the warm bodies and weight all around him, his lover’s pussy still hugging his most sensitive place deep inside of her.

Then Gerdur wrapped an arm around his head and pulled it between her big, soft, pillowy bosom. Her breasts warmed his cheeks, and she cooed softly to him. “There, there. You’re gonna be alright, boy,” her deep voice soothed him. One paw stroked his hair, while the other reached down to warmly cup the balls she’d been the most enthusiastic in abusing. “Thank you,” she said humbly. “For trusting us with these precious things. I know it hurt. You’re not weak for feeling hurt. It means the world to me that you shared these beautiful balls of yours with us. I hope we could make them feel good by the end. They deserved it. You deserved it. We care about you, Daniel. Thank you.”

Daniel was surprised. He never would have expected rough and tough Gerdur to be so gentle, humble, and soothing in aftercare, but the warmth and gratitude she displayed to his body was just the balm he needed. No tears came. He took a deep whiff of Gerdur’s chest fur, smelling sweat and musk and faint engine oil, and he knew the worst of it all had passed.

“Okay…” he sighed. He could feel his cock softening, and the constant weight of huge, heavy bodies was starting to get to his joints. “I think you’re all gonna squish me at this rate,” he said with a smirk.

The women shared a couple of laughs, and Abby finally clambered off of him. “It’s just as well, baby,” she said sweetly as she slid off the foot of the bed. “It’s just about dinner time, I think. And I think our big man here deserves only the best. I’ve got just the thing.”

Dina moved next. “I’ll come help ya in the kitchen, darling,” she said with a grunt, heaving herself off the mattress.

“I might as well, too,” Gerdur agreed, the last to leave as the women started to assemble at least their underwear. But before she left Daniel’s side, she leaned down to give him a loving, motherly kiss on his forehead. “You just enjoy yourself and relax, stud. After satisfying three ladies all by himself, a man deserves to have his women feed him.”

Daniel nodded sweetly in reply. Abby came to hand him his phone and give him another peck, which he returned. “Thanks. You guys… I love you all.”

This pleased the three dogs, who smiled at Daniel before turning to leave, giving him his rest. As he opened his phone, reclining to scroll, he heard the fridge opening and the stove burners clicking on. His heart rate finally started to steady, and he at last could take a deep, relaxing breath, the faint musk of leather, female sweat, and pussy lingering on the still bedroom’s still air.