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Mostly clean from Perdita's dedicated licks, Greta leapt off of the horny Dalmatian, saying, "I'll stop zhem!" She scrambled up the basement stairs, leaving the Perdie lying on her back, her face covered in the German shepherd's fluids. Perdita could see as Greta pushed through the swinging door and barreled into Thunderbolt, who jumped back trying to hold his ground. Embarrassed, Perdita prayed that Thunderbolt hadn't see her in that split second when the door had been open. The Dalmatian spun to her feet, trying to clean her face, in case Greta could not stop him from investigating. While there, she heard their conversation.

"Greta! Is Perdie okay?" and almost as an afterthought, he added, "Are you? We heard a howl..."

"You und Pongo? Vhere ees he? Vhat vere you doing?"

Thunderbolt stammered, "He's upstairs."

Greta said, "Ve should go get heem. Perdita is fine, don't worry."

Quickly, the male shepherd said, "No, not yet, he's...he's sleeping. Let sleeping dogs lie and all that," he lied.

Greta said firmly, "Perdie needs to see him." Perdita smiled. It seemed Greta was trying to set her up alone with Pongo, knowing that she was incredibly horny, while also keeping Thunderbolt away from the basement. Perdita was growing to like Greta very much. The Dalmatian wagged her tail in anticipation of meeting up with her husband. She was now fully in heat and she needed a good fuck.

Thunderbolt said, "Uh, wait here, I'll go get him, then." He seemed reluctant to let Greta near Pongo.

Perdie heard Thunderbolt's claws along the ground as he sped around to the stairs, climbing them rapidly, while Greta called out, "I'll be een zha TV room!"

Greta reentered the basement, peering down at Perdita from the top of the stairs. She grinned, saying, "Pongo veell be here shortly. I'll keep Tunderbolt avay."

"Thank you, Greta," she said, as the shepherd hurried to the telly to wait for Thunderbolt.

Meanwhile, Pongo had been trying hard to clean the upstairs bedroom, finding every last drop of his and Thunderbolt's seed on the floor. Thunderbolt came up the stairs quickly, and entered the room. He said, "They're okay," which relieved the Dalmatian. He didn't want harm to befall Perdie or Greta, for whom he'd had a growing connection, literally and figuratively. Thunderbolt added, "And your wife wants to talk to you about something. Greta said Perdie'll be in the T.V. room."

"Thanks, Thunderbolt. Sorry we got cut short," he grinned at the handsome television star. It was all he could do to prevent himself from offering himself to Thunderbolt right then and there, while the ladies waited.

"Yeah, I know what you mean. I've got to find Greta - I'm probably needed at the photo shoot soon. How do I look?"

"You know what I think," Pongo replied, nuzzling his broad neck.

With that, Thunderbolt set off to find Greta, not realizing it was Greta who was waiting in the T.V. room, not Perdita. Perdita was in the basement, which turned out to be the first place Thunderbolt looked. Perdita was standing at the base of the stairs, showing her wet rump, tail wagging in anticipation as she waited for her husband to descend and satisfy her needs. Greta had been very helpful, but in the end had left Perdie in a crazed, horny state, desperate to be fucked. She wanted to feel Pongo deep within her, filling her with his seed, even if they weren't sure they could handle more puppies just yet. Her husband was magnificent, and it had been far too long.

Her eyes widened with shock when the door swung open to reveal Thunderbolt, not Pongo. She stood frozen in place as she stared at the German shepherd. He stood at the top of the stairs, equally frozen, his eyes fixed upon Perdita's moist, winking vulva. She gazed beneath his legs and saw red peeking out from his sheath again, remembering his offer in the pasture. She fainted, landing on the ground with a thud.

She vaguely heard the sound of running as she quickly returned to her senses, seeing Thunderbolt standing next to her, with a look of concern on his face. She was lying on her back after her collapse, and he was saying with genuine concern, "Perdita, are you alright?"

She shook her head clear of the mist enveloping it and managed a meek, "I'm okay." She blushed fiercely, though Thunderbolt wouldn't be able to tell it from her face. She was mortified and began apologizing profusely. "I...was expecting Pongo," she stammered, "Sorry."

"Don't be, you are beautiful," the handsome shepherd said, looking down at her.

"I mean...I am sorry because..." she fumbled for the right words, but eventually just pointed with her free paw between Thunderbolt's legs, where there still glistened his red tip. She quickly looked away.

"It's okay," he said.

"I didn't mean to tempt you or anything. I'm waiting for Pongo."

Thunderbolt said, "Oh, shoot, I told Pongo you were in the television room. Oh well, when he doesn't find you there, he'll come here soon enough."

Perdita nodded, still too woozy to stand. The two dogs waited there for Pongo, in awkward silence, both trying to avoid looking at the other's quite visible genitals. Or at least she was trying to. Thunderbolt turned his head to look at her between her legs, and she tried to cover herself with her thin tail. What was she going to do about this? She couldn't make him leave; she just wasn't a confrontational person.

Thunderbolt said breathily, "Pongo is so lucky to have you."

Perdita's tail was completely unable to fully cover her glistening pink mound, and she was becoming very uncomfortable. She said, "Thunderbolt, would you go find Pongo?" quite directly, nervously watching his face.

To her shock, the German shepherd instead lowered his muzzle to the tip of her tail, a foot away from her trembling vulva. He inhaled deeply and said, "You can't wait that long."

She watched him lower his muzzle even further, and when she tried to stand, she couldn't. She was still too dizzy. All she could do was say, "Thunderbolt, no!"

But that didn't stop the horny German shepherd from nudging her tail aside and revealing her warm entrance. When he extended his large tongue and gently tasted the rubbery surface of her nether lips, Perdita threw her head back, stifling the moan that had been coming to her lips. Three more times he licked her before she managed to stutter, "Thunderbolt - Pongo'll be here any second!"

Grinning, the handsome television star said, "I'll stop as soon as he gets here, and explain that you fainted. Deal?"

Perdita looked up at him with lust in her eyes. His cold nose hovered an inch from her sore, desperate genitals. Greta had left her in such a state that she could no longer resist her idol's charms, and she said, "Deal," moaning when his tongue once again engulfed her.

Pongo followed shortly after, spending time to compose himself before talking to Perdita. He went immediately to the T.V. room. He took a right at the bottom of the stairs, entering the open room. The only door to the TV room was to the kitchen; it was freely visible from the front hall and living room. Thinking about how great a fuck the two German shepherds had been, the contented canine was startled when he arrived and saw not Perdie, but Greta.

She was beautiful, her fur flowing smoothly across her body as she stood, surprised to see him. Black fur met brown in the standard pattern, emphasizing her broad chest and slender hips, her large ears pointed firmly upward as she looked Pongo over. The large Dalmatian was floored, any thoughts of Perdita driven from his mind.

"You're not Tunderbolt..." she exclaimed.

"Do you wish I were?" he asked with a grin, quickly closing the distance between them. He brushed his head against hers with affection.

She hesitated, and admitted, "No, but Perdita needs you...now." Still, she pressed back against him, reveling in his scent.

"Perdita can wait." Pongo only had eyes for one canine right now. He could see Perdita every day, but Greta was leaving with the trailer this very evening.

"No, Pongo, she ees een heat, vaiting for you."

"So are you, and you need me more." He edged over to her tail, the source of the enchanting aroma, and took a long, powerful sniff. "I can tell."

She reflexively lifted her tail for the canine of her dreams, but still protested, exclaiming, "Here?!" She looked around the television room. It was not at all concealed. Either Thunderbolt, looking for Greta, or Perdita, looking for Pongo, could waltz in at any moment. "Zhey veell find us!"

Pongo's only response was to forcefully lick Greta's incredibly moist vulva. Greta's resistance quickly faltered, and with what appeared to be great resolve, she walked away from his probing tongue, saying, "Just...vait unteel ve get to zha barn, okay?" She moved toward the kitchen, her tail raised for Pongo.

Pongo wanted her now, his erection already hardening despite its recent exercise. The two visitors had really gotten his juices flowing, and his inhibitions were rapidly fading. He knew that if they mated here, Perdita, who was apparently waiting for him, would discover them, but at the moment he didn't care. He tried to mount Greta, but she shied away, racing to the door and bursting into the kitchen. There, he caught up to her, pressing his cold nose up against her wet pussy. She stayed put this time, whimpering, and as the kitchen door swung closed, Pongo mounted.

Greta shuffled forward, trying to reach the door to the outside, but Pongo had his paws around her hips, humping at her. She cried out, "No, Pongo, zhey'll find us for certain here." The kitchen door was still swinging back and forth. The Dalmatian completely ignored her protests until her own resolve faltered. She spread her hind legs apart and stayed put, holding her tail to the side. His jackhammer thrusts quickly hit home, spreading her tender vulva apart, still sore from her very recent orgasm into Perdita's gulping mouth. She managed to stifle the howl that she was sure would otherwise send Thunderbolt and Perdita rushing to the kitchen to investigate, whimpering instead as the powerful Pongo penetrated her.

Perdita had no idea what was taking Pongo so long, but Thunderbolt seemed happy to entertain her in the interim. He kept licking her as she lay there, his wide tongue parting the soft folds of her mound, pushing deep inside of her. She had already been sopping between her legs, thanks to Greta's earlier efforts, and she couldn't help but whimper and moan. She kept her eyes locked on the door at the top of the steps, dreading the moment Pongo would arrive. She prayed that she could get Thunderbolt to stop when that happened, so that they could reasonably claim that she had just fainted. Judging by Thunderbolt's increasingly eager licks and rapidly wagging tail, she wondered if she had made a terrible mistake in spreading her legs for him. No, she knew it was was a mistake - she was cheating on Pongo! To be fair, she had told the German Shepherd to back off and he had ignored her. All she could do was lie there and take it, trembling under his dedicated licks, hoping that Pongo would arrive before Thunderbolt's throbbing erection needed to be tended to. She wasn't sure she would be able to refuse his advances this time.

She moaned again, pressing her hips up against Thunderbolt's handsome muzzle. Greta's ministrations had been incredibly satisfying, but just knowing that it was Thunderbolt this time made her pussy quiver. She dared take her eyes off the door to look at Thunderbolt. He knelt between her legs, his muscular, toned body framed by his rapidly moving tail. Her own tail matched his pace. She watched his pink tongue disappearing completely into her folds, each time rubbing up against her clitoris and causing her to yelp. Her eyes drifted back to his glistening erection. He was so aroused that already his knot was swollen to its full size. He was no larger than Pongo, but both males were formidable compared to the incredibly slender Perdita. She could feel her resolve fading, and if she didn't stop him soon, she would be completely captivated by the beautiful German Shepherd.

Thunderbolt removed his tongue from her slick passage, and to Perdita's dread, he began walking over her, his erection swaying between his legs. His eyes were hungry, and it was obvious what he wanted, and she wasn't sure she could stop him. Neglected by Thunderbolt's tongue, her vulva trembled in anticipation of his approaching red cock. He wouldn't even wait for her to be able to stand and take him like a proper canine, he would penetrate her fertile body even as she lay there. "Thunderbolt, no! I'm in heat, you'll get me pregnant!"

He kept approaching, until he was nose to nose with the Dalmatian. He stood over her, his throbbing dick pointing mere inches from her well-lubricated, sacred entrance. He panted, managing to stop himself from taking her then and there to promise, "I'll pull out before I come." Perdita was tempted to accept that, but it wasn't good enough. She would still be cheating on the love of her life. Thunderbolt may be her idol and she may have thought of raising her tail for him hundreds of times, but that was a fantasy and should remain so. Only one dog had ever filled her tight passage, but she feared that that was about to change. And Pongo would walk in on it!

She had to think quickly to deter the horny shepherd, and she lied, "I want to, Thunderbolt, really. But Pongo will be here any minute and if he sees us, fainting won't be a good enough excuse."

She had him, he couldn't refute that! Thunderbolt stopped, thinking. He looked over at the door at the top of the stairs, then looked around the room. He said, "Behind the piano, then we'll have time to separate when we hear the door open."

Perdita's jaw dropped. He wasn't giving up. She tried to think of a counter argument, but was taken aback as Thunderbolt reached down, taking her collar in his teeth. He began effortlessly sliding her back across the smooth, hard-wood floor until the piano blocked the two canines from view of the door. She stammered up at him as he lowered his cock-tip to tickle her desperate vulva. She had already told him she wanted him, she couldn't go back on that now. "But Thunderbolt..."

He gave her a serious look, their eyes meeting as he stood there on the precipice of penetration, that one moment before the German Shepherd would lose his virginity forever, and said, "Do you want this?"

She swallowed, her mind repeating over and over, "No. No. No. No. No." But when she opened her mouth to speak, all she said was, "Yes, I need you, Thunderbolt!"

With a sharp thrust, his cock spread her sore vulva apart, violating her and the sanctity of her marriage in one stroke.

Pongo hadn't been lying when he had told Greta she was the best fuck of his life. Perdita was actually pretty far down the list, though his time with his wife was the happiest of his life. Perdita was beautiful, and funny, and smart, and an incredible mother. But she was something of a novice at shagging. Though this was Greta's second time in her young life (and he had claimed her first not two hours before), the German Shepherd seemed to be a natural. She was so tight, and beautiful, and the way she thrust back against him triggered all the right sensations. He pounded many a bitch like her in the back alley of that Italian restaurant, but he suspected it was the sheer immorality of the pairing that brought Greta to the next level. It certainly helped that it had been months since he'd had a bitch and he was getting desperate. He had started to look at his puppies in inappropriate ways, and even had to restrain himself around his pet, Anita.

Greta stood her ground against his relentless assault, each thrust pushing the young girl into the lower kitchen cabinets. She felt perfect around his cock, as if she were made for him - just large enough to fit his shaft perfectly in her clenching chasm, but small enough that when he tied with her, his cock strained against her internal walls. He was so turned on that his knot was once again bloated, and he wasn't sure he'd be able to force it in like last time, but he would try. He grunted, his balls slapping quickly between her legs, as she whimpered and moaned, trying desperately to stifle her noises. It was a valiant effort, but one Pongo suspected would be futile. Eventually Perdita or Thunderbolt would wonder what had happened and search the kitchen. He didn't restrain himself at all. He was going to enjoy himself as much as he could until they were discovered, and then worry about the consequences.

Thunderbolt probably wouldn't mind. The German Shepherd did owe him one after Pongo raised his tail for him. Hell, if Thunderbolt discovered them first, Pongo would raise his tail again, and hopefully the stud would mount then and there. There was little in the world he could imagine that would be more erotic that being sandwiched between the two sexiest dogs in the world. His tongue lolled out of his mouth as he imagined Thunderbolt giving his ass another massive dose of seed, while Pongo was busy breeding Greta. If it were Perdita...he had already resolved himself to continue regardless of her protests, until he had knotted and fully serviced Greta. He'd have to talk to Perdita later and try to patch things up. But he'd worry about that if...when it happened. He had no delusions that somehow he might get away with this, fucking noisily in the kitchen. And that was part of the thrill.

Greta seemed more anxious about being caught. She said, "Pongo, ve've got to stop - zhey veell catch us!"

"Let them," he commanded, "I want them to see us..."

She looked back at him in horror, her jaw dropping. "But...but..."

"I'm not ashamed of my attraction for you. Are you?" Pongo continued to drill the brown-furred bitch, wet flesh squeezing his cock from every direction.

Greta gasped, and said softly, "Yes..." She might be ashamed, but she was thrusting back with equal vigor, still holding back her desperate moans.

"You're not even married yet!" Pongo exclaimed.

"But you are..."

"That's my problem; I'll deal with it," he said confidently.

She seemed unable to believe his casual attitude about being discovered, taking another dozen seconds to give in and submit to his whims. She then started to push back even harder, as if desperate to feel his knot inside of her. He grabbed her hips, slamming himself home again and again, the swollen glands at the base of his cock colliding forcefully with her tight entrance. He'd gotten it in before, and he'd get it in again. Though she was using all four feet to press back against him, his thrusts still won, pushing the German Shepherd forward into the kitchen cabinets. She placed a paw on the door, and used it for extra leverage. She cried out loudly, "Push eet een, Pongo!" She realized she had yelled, and she clamped her mouth shut, praying the others hadn't heard it.

"I'm almost in," he panted, straining. "And this time I won't hold back!"

She moaned, saying, "My eensides are already sveemming veed your cum, a leetle more von't change anyzheeng."

The thought of spilling himself inside of her again made Pongo grunt and push as hard as he could. Greta met his thrust, using both front paws to push off of of the cabinet door. With a yelp, Greta slid back, her vulva stretching to accommodate Pongo's knot. With a loud pop, the Dalmatians cock sealed inside of her, so large that Pongo could hardly believe it fit. His tip was nestled against her cervix, and the bulge in her vulva was straining out, ready to burst. Greta's expression was blank in ecstasy, completely overwhelmed as Perdita's husband invaded her once more. Her paws slid down the cabinet door to the ground, but her collar was stuck on the handle. As she instinctively began to frantically thrust her hips, she accidentally pulled the door open.

Inside the cabinet, Pongo and Greta could see two eyes peering back at them. There, chomping contentedly away at the household storage of Kanine Krunchies, sat Rolly, eyes wide at being caught. But his look was mirrored on Pongo and Greta's faces.

Perdita was on her back, taking short thrust after thrust from the eager Thunderbolt. Her ears lofted high, she concentrated on listening for the door, dreading the moment Pongo would finally come downstairs. What was taking him so long? She had to stifle her moans as the dog of her dreams held her down and fucked her tight passage. She wasn't sure whether she wanted Pongo to arrive sooner or later. On the one paw, his arrival would put an end to infidelity. Her face was flush with guilt as it was, and even if Thunderbolt separated from her in time to prevent Pongo from seeing them together, she couldn't see how the Dalmatian wouldn't find the smells suspicious. And the aroma of the two dogs only got more noticeable as time went on.

But on the other paw, if Pongo came soon, her experience with Thunderbolt would be cut short. She trembled as he shoved his wide cock into her heat-swollen opening, brushing up against her pleasure center. She couldn't say the young shepherd was better than Pongo, but he touched her in such a different way. She had never made love on her back before, and she felt a level of helplessness she had never experienced panting under Pongo. She could only feebly thrust back against Thunderbolt. He was in full control, and she couldn't help but worry that when the time came, her urgent pleas would be ignored. He would continue fucking her even as Pongo descended the steps, or worse, if Pongo didn't arrive in time, Thunderbolt might break his word and splatter her full of his seed, lost in the moment.

But she had no control over that, so she laid back and enjoyed herself. Their tails wagged as he kept up his pace, lowering his hips flush with her until their bellies touched with electric friction. His massive balls, and the source of her concern, kept swaying against her, resting their weight at the base of her tail. She cursed her lack of willpower - if only Patch had been here again, to keep her on the straight and narrow. It was far too late for that now as she clenched another dog's cock, opening her mouth to let loose a heavy moan. Thunderbolt leaves forward to take advantage of her, forcing his tongue into her mouth. They kissed, an overwhelming experience for the remorseful Dalmatian. She looked up at him, struck by his gentleness and beauty. She, like every other bitch in the northern hemisphere, had fantasized about this moment for years, but for Perdita, Thunderbolt was a harsh reality.

He grinned after breaking their wet kiss, saying, "I've dreamt of this since the moment I met you, Perdita, since the moment I saw you in the papers. You're so much more beautiful than I could have ever imagined..."

He thrust three more times, his knot now pressing up against her sore vulva, before she answered, "You can have any bitch in the world, Thunderbolt! Why me? Surely I can't compare to the girls you've already had."

He looked chagrined and said, "Would you believe that you are my first, Perdita? All the other bitches can't compare to you."

Perdita was stunned, stammering, "But you and Greta, this morning in the trailer?"

An honestly confused look crossed the German Shepherd's face, and it was clear that he was telling the truth. He said, "What do you mean? We haven't touched each other." But Perdita could swear that Greta had mated earlier today. She had tasted the semen directly from inside the shepherd's vagina, there was no mistaking it. Was there another dog on the camera crew? She hadn't seen one. Perhaps Greta had consorted with a stray...Perdita would have to remember to ask Greta about it later.

"Never mind," she said, hoping she hadn't gotten Greta in trouble.

Thunderbolt was about to ask another question, so Perdita leaned up and kissed him. That brought him back to the task at hand. He began slamming his hips against hers, his knot beginning to force her labia apart. If he tied with her, she knew she would never be able to stop him from going all the way. She yelped with each thrust trying to force its way in, and she wasn't sure she wanted to stop him. He kissed her so passionately that it was obvious he cared deeply for her. But she couldn't; if she didn't stop it, not only would Pongo surely catch them tied together, but she would probably bear Thunderbolt's pups. Nonetheless it took her great effort to break the kiss and warn him, whimpering, "Thunderbolt...not inside, I'm in heat!"

Thunderbolt whined, clearly conflicted. He desperately wanted to shove his knot into her and pump her full until his balls were empty, and there was literally nothing Perdita could do to stop him. But he did care about her desires, he needs, and he managed to slow his thrusts, keeping the swollen base of his cock out of her. That was the first step, but his second test was rapidly approaching. Perdita couldn't believe that Pongo hadn't arrived yet - something much be occupying him, so she resigned herself to the fact that she would climax together with Thunderbolt. She thrust her hips upward as best she could, clenching around his deeply embedded erection. Her moans turned to whimpers as her body began to prepare itself for a mind-blowing orgasm, only enhanced by the knowledge that she was being violated in secret behind the piano by another girl's fiancee. Thunderbolt groaned, the wet sensations clenching his cock a new feeling, but the imminent, building eruption about to shoot through his throbbing shaft was something he had experienced time and time again.

Perdita felt the need to warn him, "Oh God, Thunderbolt, I'm about to..."

Thunderbolt gritted his teeth, groaning, "Oh, Perdie...I love you!"

That was enough to send the Dalmatian over the edge, and her whole body began to shudder as she whined, able to barely prevent herself from howling. Inside, her fluids squirted powerfully, a river of juices coating Thunderbolt's sensitive cock before running out of her onto the floor beneath her. Perdita's incredibly wet internal walls pulled the hapless shepherd in. He was on the verge of his own release, but he needed to pull out of the orgasming bitch. Carefully, he planted his hind paws and pulled himself back, biting his lip in the effort not to give in to his body's demands. But to his amazement, he was fighting a losing battle. Perdita's clenching insides pulled him toward her harder than he could pull out, and the squeezing sensation was about to send the German Shepherd over the top. But he had promised!

She yelped and moaned, lost in ecstasy, she wouldn't be able to object if Thunderbolt gave in and fully serviced her. It's definitely something he wanted to do, but he couldn't hurt Perdita like that. Still, he might have no choice, for even as he deliberated, her chamber pulled him in. She was loose now, but her muscles were strong, and he suddenly found himself hilted into her, only his knot outside. He was amazed to feel her pulling on his knot too, so wet that he felt himself sliding into her. In a second, he would be tied, and it would be too late. With a yelp, he hesitated no more, putting his forepaws on the floor in front of him and pulling back with all of his might. His knot hovered at the halfway point, spreading her vulva three inches, but he couldn't seem to make any ground. And if he lost ground, it would be too late.

Perdita was oblivious to his distress, and kept instinctively pulling him in, her body aching to be filled by that massive cock, to feel him spurting inside of her. Growling, he struggled backward, calling on years of physical training for his acting career, and finally he began to make progress. The sensations on his cock were still bringing him to a tingling climax, but he had to hold it off, for her. It seemed forever as he pulled slowly out of her, and she whimpered distraught by his premature exit. Every inch he pulled out, her hold on him lessened, until he finally reached the critical point, and he slid completely out of her with a wet slurp. Cold air flooded his erection, and he could hold off no longer, erupting, satisfied that he had been able to keep his word. He lifted his head and howled as the most incredible orgasm of his life wracked his muscular body, and powerful spurts of semen shot from his tip, each sticky rope landing elsewhere on Perdita's body.

She moaned, her genitals sore and angry at the sudden departure of their big, red suitor. Still, she ejaculated forcefully, her tangy fluids spreading out in a pool between her legs. She felt warm liquid striking her petite body as Thunderbolt came all over her, striking her teats, her abdomen, all four of her legs. His first several sprays even had enough force to hit her face, landing in her open mouth and running down her exposed neck. She quivered and moaned, unable to concentrate on anything but the sensations between her legs and dribbling on top of her, but buried in the back of her mind was the knowledge that Thunderbolt was howling. Any moment, Pongo would burst through the door and find the two of them in the blissful throes of orgasm. But at the moment, as she quivered and moaned, swallowing another dose of Thunderbolt's cum, she didn't care.

Pongo yelled, "Rolly!"

The puppy flinched, knowing he was breaking the rules. Pongo wasn't sure what to do with Rolly, he had a horrible habit of eating too much. But what Rolly was doing in the cabinet was not nearly as important to Pongo as the fact that he WAS in the cabinet. Pongo had just locked himself into his mistress, and there was no way to hide what he was doing with Greta. Rolly looked up at the copulating canines, not fully realizing what was going on.

Rolly said, "I'm sorry Dad - I just..."

The little pup did a double take, cocking his head in confusion. He took a step to the side, to get a different angle of what he was seeing, and his eyes widened. "What are you doing, Dad?" he whispered.

Greta looked away, and Pongo imagined she must be blushing furiously. Pongo, for his part, was more concerned about traumatizing Rolly. The pup's sudden interruption had totally killed the mood, and with his senses returning to him, Pongo realized just how stupid it was to be fucking Greta in the kitchen while Perdita was out looking for him. He just wished they had discovered Rolly before the very second that he had forced his knot into the German Shepherd. He reprimanded, "Rolly, you should be with the other pups at the photo shoot!"

Normally upset at being criticized, today the pup was distracted by something much more interesting. He exclaimed, "Oh my God. You're...you're doing her!"

"Rolly, you're in big trouble - you know you're not supposed to be sneaking food off meal times," he said, trying to change the subject.

"As big of trouble as you'd be in if Mum knew about this?"

Pongo narrowed his eyes at Rolly. The young puppy was too young to know so much, and he was certainly too young to be blackmailing his own father. Greta tried to pretend she was somewhere else, dying of shame. Pongo said, "Where did you learn all this? About sex?"

"Gosh, Dad, we live on a farm. You think the pigs and the goats and chickens care if a buncha puppies is watching? We learned plenty, and Lucky and I filled in the gaps with the encyclopedia."

"Hmm. Well, get back to your brothers and sisters. This will be our little secret, okay, Rolly? Just between you and me," he tried.

Rolly said, "And her?" pointing at Greta, still beneath Pongo with her hindlegs spread. "I think Mum would wanna know about this..."

Sighing, Pongo said, "What do you want?"

Rolly's ears perked up. There was no doubt now that he was blackmailing Pongo, and he said, "I'm almost done with this bag of food. Keyword: almost."

"You really shouldn't eat so much, but for now, go ahead. But don't tell anyone about this, okay?"

"You bet, Dad." The rotund little pup pounced on the bag of kibble, and Pongo reached forward with a paw to close the door to the cabinet.

The two adults stood speechless in the kitchen. Their arousal had disappeared with the sudden intrusion of the scheming little puppy, though Pongo's massive knot kept them firmly connected. It would be a long time before he would shrink enough for them to separate.

Greta looked over her shoulder at Pongo, her ears laid back. She whispered, "Vhat are ve going to do, Pongo? He ees right zhere!"

Pongo looked over at the closed cabinet and shrugged. "We're stuck like this anyway. The fastest way out is the same as last time; we might as well make the most of it." He renewed his firm grip on Greta's hindlegs, getting ready to continue their affair.

The German shepherd's eyes popped open. "You can't be serious! Zha boy can hear us! Vhen he feeneeshes hees food, he veell see us!"

"He's seen too much already, a little more won't hurt him. Besides, if we're quick, we'll be done before he is."

"No, Pongo, zhees ees crazy! I von't do eet."

Pongo gave her a small, sympathetic smile, and her jaw dropped as the Dalmatian repositioned his feet, grabbed her waist, and resumed his panting thrusts. She must have realized that she really had no choice in the matter. Still, she resisted him, trying to pull away, his knot still locked inside of her. It was no use.

Whimpering, the poor girl cried, "Pongo, no! Not een front of zha puppy! Have you no shame?"

He had lost his shame years ago in the back alley of an Italian restaurant. Fucking his mistress in front of his own son was nothing compared to what had been done to him, or what he had done to others. He shrugged again, and said, "I guess not. Consider it educational for him. He'll have to learn sometime, and now that he's caught us, it might as well be us." He grunted, having reached his earlier pace, his balls swinging quickly back and forth between her legs. God, she was tight.

She was defeated. The only thing left to do was to cooperate and try to finish before Rolly ate the last piece of kibble and came wandering out of the cabinet. Pongo grinned as she began to thrust back against him, whining from embarrassment or pleasure, he wasn't sure which. She clamped her mouth shut, and he suspected she was trying to be quiet so Rolly couldn't hear, but her whimpers and squeals echoed throughout the small kitchen. Pongo could hear the puppy crunching kibble, he was sure that Rolly could hear everything, even Pongo's scrotum slapping against Greta's abdomen.

It wasn't long before the two had reached the point where they had left off, though Greta was holding her breath, her muffled groans the only indication that she was experiencing waves of pleasure through her small frame. Pongo heard the Kanine Krunchies bag rustling more often between each eager crunching noise, indicating that Rolly was scrounging through the bag for the last few meager bites. Greta noticed, too, whispering harshly, "Hurry, Pongo, ve don't have much time!"

The Dalmatian was on the verge of climax now, and his inhibitions were once again gone. He leaned down next to her large, upright ears and said, "Beg for it."

Greta's eyes widened and then fixed on the cabinet where Rolly lay hidden. At any moment, he could come tumbling out. She looked back at Pongo with her ears laid back, and whispered as softly as she could, "Please, please...!"

"Louder."

Swallowing, Greta repeated dully, but louder, "Please, Pongo."

Pongo slowed his pace, saying, "You'll have to do better than that."

She knew he wouldn't let her off the hook so easily. Giving up on all pretense of decorum, she dropped her jaw and shouted, "Please, Pongo! Give eet to me!"

Happily, Pongo began humping against the girl at his peak speed, reveling in her humiliation. "Say it like you mean it!" he cried.

Greta let out a guttural moan, and gave in to her instincts, yelping, "Fuck me, Pongo! Feel me veed your seed! Your cock, mein Gott, eet ees so beeg! Do eet!" Pongo could swear he could hear her howling out in mindless bliss even as she spoke, but the howl must have come from outside or something. It was off in the distance and muffled, and he was quite too distracted to care.

The cabinet door was open. Rolly stood there, fat and contented, having eaten at least half a bag of kibble. His eyes widened as he watched, hypnotized at the two adults, each of Pongo's thrusts forcing Greta forward, to be met by her own push back. They swayed together until Greta opened her eyes and saw the pup watching her. She froze, her jaw dropping, Pongo's thrusts now forcing the German shepherd forward. Pongo's copious pre-cum was dripping out of her, his cock filling her so completely that even his first small contributions were being forced out of her around the massive bulge that stretched her straining vulva. Rolly could see it all, and Greta managed to speak despite her shock, "Pongo, no, stop! Not like zhees!"

Greta was sliding across the linoleum, so Pongo grabbed the nape of her neck in his teeth, forcing her back against his pumping thrusts. She was all but motionless, rooted in place as he fucked her in front of his son. She was shivering of embarrassment. But he was so close, so he held her there with his teeth and continued ramming himself into her.

Desperately, she tried once more, "Stop..."

Pongo didn't stop.

Thunderbolt howled, still standing above Perdita. Her eyes were rolled back in her head, in bliss, but her mind was rapidly reclaiming control over her instincts. Realization and fear suddenly overwhelmed her, and she stammered, "Th-Thunderbolt, quiet!" She knew it was too late, though - the others would surely have heard that. She even thought she heard the faint drone of speech from upstairs. They didn't have much time.

The German shepherd's eyes popped open as he realized his mistake. "Shit!" he cried.

Perdita said, "We have to clean this up, fast!"

Thunderbolt nodded and began bathing her body with his tongue, slurping up every bit of sticky cum he could find. He tickled her sensitive nipples, but Perdita was too nervous to fully enjoy the sensation. She knew that the two of them would reek of the scent of sex, even if they could clean up all the visible evidence. How would she explain that away? Maybe she could convince Pongo and Greta to stay at the top of the steps, somehow.

Thunderbolt was making quick work of his splatterings, eagerly swallowing his own seed. Perdita looked herself over while licking her own chops to clear off her muzzle, tasting the salty flavor of her hero. She felt it had an odd, tangy aftertaste, and now she knew for sure that Greta hadn't been consorting with Thunderbolt earlier that day. She felt a moment of disappointment in Greta that she had cheated on the television star, perhaps with some stray, but then she remembered what she and Thunderbolt had just done. And Perdita, unlike Greta, was married!

And if she didn't hurry, Pongo would find out everything. She was mostly clean, but she saw a long rope of cum hanging unceremoniously from the tip of Thunderbolt's cock. It hung in an arc down between her legs, and as she looked closer, she was astonished to see that the glob of fluid connected directly with her vulva. She knew that even a small amount could work its way into her and get her pregnant and this was direct evidence that she had been violated by at least some of his sperm. On top of this, she knew that as he was pounding her, deep inside of her, he surely had invaded her with several additional ounces of semen. She cursed herself for being so foolish - it might already be too late. All she could do was hope for good luck.

She curled up quickly and lathered her vulva in saliva, trying to swallow as much as possible. Hopefully that would help. Extending her tongue, she followed the line of cum up to its source, wrapping her tongue around the tip of Thunderbolt's sensitive cock and sucking hard. Thunderbolt whimpered in response. He had finished his job. Perdita looked completely clean, though her body was covered in his scent. But when Perdita pulled away from his stiff member, his knot still swollen from excitement, another glob of white fluid stained his tip. It would be hard enough to explain the shepherd's erection without such obvious evidence. She was just grateful that her husband hadn't arrived already.

Kneeling beneath Thunderbolt, still hidden behind the large piano, Perdita lapped at Thunderbolt's tip again, cleaning it once more. Thunderbolt whined, quietly, saying, "Hey, not so rough!" But within seconds, she saw another drop forming. She didn't have time for this! She opened her long muzzle and without a second thought took his entire length in her mouth. An hour earlier and she could hardly have believed she would be sucking another dog's dick, but if she didn't clean him off, Pongo would know without a doubt what had happened. She began swallowing each new drop of fluid as it came out, but the slow, steady flow seemed endless. Thunderbolt was whimpering and shivering as he was handled so roughly, unable to form the words to complain.

Amazingly, a full five minutes had passed, and no Pongo. Perhaps they weren't in the house? Had the words she had heard been merely a figment of her imagination? What had happened? She had expected Greta to send Pongo her way immediately. Greta knew how much need Perdita had been in. But somehow, something was keeping Pongo away. Perdita was thankful, whatever the cause, because she was STILL trying to clean off Thunderbolt's cock. Her dedicated licks kept tasting his semen, and now the erect German shepherd was moaning and swaying his hips. Finally she realized what had happened! Her efforts to clean him had turned him on again!

Thunderbolt said weakly, exhaustion beginning to set in, "Oh God, Perdie...don't stop now!"

Sighing, she kept it up. She had already let him between her legs, so indulging herself by taking him in her mouth wasn't any worse than her earlier indiscretions. She began bobbing her head in time with his thrusts, enjoying the feel of his slick, red organ sliding into her muzzle. Even the mere experience of pleasuring the handsome stud was causing her to feel warm again between her legs. The pace of his thrusts increased, and she spread her jaw, ready and waiting for him.

She didn't have to wait long. With a sudden thrust, Thunderbolt whined, trying to be quieter this time as he erupted inside of Perdita. His balls pulsed as he once again demanded action from the sore orbs. Perdita relaxed her throat, allowing each burst of liquid to slide down her throat. Her secret lover's entire body shuddered as he muffled his moans, filling the Dalmatian's stomach. She just tilted her head back and drank deep from the spasming tap, but even fully prepared she couldn't swallow fast enough. His sixth exultant release overwhelmed her throat, exploding down the sides of her muzzle and dripping on the wood below. The seventh and eighth only added to the problem, though she didn't slow the pace of her eager gulps. Semen poured down her chin until it fell into the growing pool on floor.

Finally, he could handle no more, and he collapsed on his side, shivering in ecstasy. Perdita smiled down at the exhausted dog, glad she could make him feel this way. She lowered her head to the floor and began cleaning up, though her stomach was almost full already. Pongo was late, sure, but he would arrive eventually, so the floor had better be spick and span by then. She took rare pleasure in swallowing the handsome star's seed. She felt special, one of the few individuals to have experienced such an honor. And the only bitch to have taken his cock between her legs.

Thunderbolt lay on his side, panting and watching Perdita greedily drinking his seed. He looked so happy, like a lost puppy having found his way home, and his eyes scrutinized her with a look of adoration she had only seen before on Pongo's face. She felt good and bad simultaneously, both embarrassed and guilty about her behavior here. Not to mention incredibly turned on! She hesitated, but took a forceful step forward, walking in front of the prone shepherd and raising her tail for him. She said, "I've cleaned you up, now it's your turn to return the favor." She sounded braver than she was. Her triangular mound was absolutely sopping from her arousal. Whatever was holding Pongo up would probably hold him up long enough for a good eating out.

Thunderbolt whimpered as he strained to his feet, dutifully obeying the spotted mother. He stepped up behind her and thrust his snout under her tail, taking a deep breath. "You're the most beautiful dog in the world, Perdita."

The Dalmatian whined, "Start licking!"

The German shepherd hesitated no longer, tilting his head and pushing his tongue directly into her, penetrating her slick passage five inches. Perdita arched her back, spread her legs, and pushed back, in heaven. Thunderbolt's probing licks spread her tight walls apart, engulfing and rubbing against the nub that drove the Dalmatian wild. She began thrusting her hips as if he had mounted, her eyes wide open and her tongue spilling from her mouth. Every thrust of Thunderbolt's tongue was another strike against Perdita's faithfulness, but she was in another place, shivering and moaning for her hero. After what seemed like hours, she looked over her shoulder at the muscular canine. She was amazed to see his raw, sore erection standing at attention once more, and it took all her willpower not to cry out in demand, "Mount me!"

Yet even as she watched, the German shepherd pulled his tongue from her and leapt, wrapping his strong forepaws around her hips. Had she said that out loud? God, it felt good to have him resting half his weight on her hips. There was nothing she wanted more in the world than to feel his cock buried inside of her once more, except that she wanted to be faithful to Pongo. She had already risked too much by allowing Thunderbolt inside of her once, and even though his balls must surely be nearly empty, even the smallest amount could be the deciding factor. And now matter how well the two of them covered up what happened in the basement, if somehow she could fool Pongo, if she bore Thunderbolt's puppies, Pongo would realize what had happened.

"No, Thunderbolt!" she cried, "Down! I'm in heat..."

She met his gaze, and his confusion. She must have indeed loudly demanded he mount her. But he would have to respect her wishes now, even if she had been of a different mindset only a few seconds ago. Still, he clung to her rear end, his weight on her hindlegs, his glistening erection angled upward and pointing at her moist, waiting opening. His ears drooped and he said, "But, but I'll make sure I pull out, like last time."

It was a tempting offer, but she knew it was hardly a fool-proof method. She had to put her foot down. She shook her head, saying, "That's not good enough, it's too risky."

"No, don't worry, I can control myself. I won't accidentally knot you, I promise."

That wasn't what she was worried about. She looked down between his legs at the throbbing erection, already showing white at the tip. She dropped her jaw at the thought of that massive organ burrowing into her, splitting her petite hips apart once more, but the risk was too great. She looked up at him to tell him no, but apparently he had taken her expression as permission! Before she could stop him, he tensed his forelegs and leapt, shoving his entire cock, pre-cum and all, into her fertile passageway. He spread her sensitive lips apart, and the sensation was incredible, causing both of them to howl with delight.

This position was even better than when she had lay on her back beneath him; it triggered all the right emotions in Perdita. She thrilled at holding his entire weight as he gyrated behind her, pumping into her hot, wet passage. She spread her legs submissively for him, her tail aside, and she could easily thrust her own hips, causing his massive organ to slide back and forth inside of her. This was how a good, obedient bitch took her stud, pushing back against him until he filled her womb, until he locked himself inside of her and ensured she was bred. But that was the problem! She couldn't allow herself to be bred, even by her hero. She had thought of this moment hundreds of times, but now that he was upon her, all she could think about was her faithfulness to Pongo. Yelping, she cried, "No, Thunderbolt! Stop!"

He didn't seem to hear her against his own, plaintive howls.

Thunderbolt didn't stop.

Pongo clenched his teeth around the loose skin of Greta's neck, pulling her backward against his cock. Greta tried to pull away, but there was no way she could escape him, tied as they were. She was helpless to resist as he forced her in front of his son, Rolly. The pup's eyes widened as he watched his powerful father fully in control of the brown bitch. Pigs and goats were one thing, but watching his father dominate the young female stirred feelings Rolly had never known. He stepped underneath the surprised Greta, eyes fixed on the humongous bulge that his father's knot made of Greta's vulva. Pongo was too wrapped up in his rapid thrusts that he didn't even notice.

White fluid dripped from the straining union of the adults' genitals, landing in small droplets on the kitchen floor, and Rolly sniffed the strange stuff. Greta looked down between her legs, watching as the puppy knelt below her, smelling the salty odor of Pongo's seed. Her jaw dropped as she watched the pup stick out his tongue and taste it. "Don't do zhat!" she reprimanded, but Rolly ignored her. She couldn't stop his Dad, and she couldn't stop him. Besides, the strange frosting tasted pretty good, and he was still hungry. He quickly lapped up what was on the floor.

"Pongo, he ees dreenking you, your..." she stammered, and then whispered over her shoulder at him, so Rolly wouldn't hear, "...your cum."

Pongo let go of her neck to peer down between her legs at Rolly. The puppy had already finished what was on the floor, and now stood poised directly under Greta's moist pussy, his mouth open to catch any falling semen on the way down. He witnessed a large glob land directly in the fat little puppy's mouth. Shivering, Pongo knew he should stop, but if anything his son's actions turned him on all the more. He almost released himself inside of her then and there, managing to barely hold himself back from the edge of orgasm. He only let one squirt loose within her, and he watched with fascination as another load of fluid landed in his son's mouth. Rolly swallowed the serving greedily.

Greta suspected by now that there was no stopping Pongo when he was like this, but she had to try. She was astonished at his blind lust. "You see vhat he ees doing!" she moaned, still marveling at the size of Pongo's dick. As embarrassed as she was, she couldn't ignore her own lust for the very dog she had fantasized about for months. She wished Rolly were gone, so that she wouldn't have to hold back. Now that he had already filled her once, she could have accepted him without reservation. But not with a puppy standing beneath her, looking up at her sopping vulva. "How can you do zhees?"

Pongo said, "He's enjoying it. What's the harm?" He turned to speak to Rolly and said, "Drink up, son, there's more coming!"

The Dalmatian could tell she had never felt so depraved, so dirty. Her eyes were fixed on the puppy, her ears laid back. But finally, she could hold herself back no longer, giving in to her depravity. She began to thrust wildly against Pongo, clenching around his large cock. He could barely hold on against her frantic thrusts. Her hips swayed forcefully, sending splatterings of fluid down into Rolly's mouth and onto his face, even as she watched, whimpering in shame. She cried, "Fuck me, Pongo! I can't reseest you any longer!"

The Dalmatian couldn't hold himself back this time. With a grunt and a thrust, he began to fill his now willing bitch, knowing that his son was watching Pongo's lightly furred balls as they pulsed, sending wave after wave into her. Greta spread her hindlegs and rocked back and forth violently, lost in the throes of bliss. He was in her again, filling her fertile womb with his seed. She didn't care anymore if she got pregnant. Not then, anyway. Pongo felt a gush of warm fluid around the base of his cock, and both adults looked down to watch as Rolly got a veritable face full of cum. The tiny puppy was suddenly coated in Pongo's semen, covering Rolly's head and filling his waiting mouth. Rolly swallowed readily, enjoying this new, interesting food. Pongo knew his bitch must be full, as each subsequent spurt sent a full-sized string of goo careening out of her and onto his son.

The two adults were exhausted from the ordeal, and Greta collapsed in a shameful heap, still shuddering in ecstasy. Pongo followed, and Rolly had to scamper out of the way as the two adults collapsed on their sides in the growing pool of cum. Rolly sat a few feet away, his black spots not visible against the layer of semen coating his small body. Pongo was still tied to Greta, sending his last few contributions into her moist passageway. Their chests heaved for air, but Rolly wasn't content just to watch. He moved forward and began licking up any excess fluids. In no time, his little tongue was taking short, fast strokes at the base of Pongo's penis, and the stretched bulge of Greta's vulva. She whimpered softly, but didn't protest. It felt good to Pongo, though he probably shouldn't encourage his son to suck him off.

In a few minutes, Pongo had softened to the point that he slid out of Greta, and he rolled onto his back, sleepy. That didn't last, as Rolly began lapping at Pongo's dwindling erection, running his wet tongue along the throbbing shaft. Pongo's eyes rolled back in his head, but he managed to stammer, "R-Rolly, stop th-that..."

Rolly kept right on licking, apparently feeling like he didn't need to listen to his father, anymore. Pongo absently swatted at Rolly's head, sending the puppy rolling harmlessly away. Rolly scampered back, but ignored Pongo this time, instead pouncing on Greta's sore, stretched vulva. She lay in a growing pool of Pongo's semen, and Rolly set to work cleaning up, quickly reaching her sensitive lips. She was too exhausted to do anything, and the fervent licks felt good. She lay back as the eager little tongue penetrated her, seeking every last available drop. Soon he was pushing his little snout into her, penetrating her in his desire to taste his father's milk. She moaned, not resisting as the puppy muzzle-fucked her, his tiny tongue brushing forcefully up against her clitoris. "D-don't stop!" she cried, no longer caring that Rolly was just a puppy. She rolled on her back, lost in lust as the puppy teased her pussy. She cried out, "Deeper, Rolly! Eencredeeble!"

Pongo watched as his young son ate Greta out, sending the German shepherd into convulsions. Amazingly, he found his cock growing firm once more, despite his many copulations so far that day. He must have been incredibly backed up! Greta glanced sideways at Pongo's growing erection, and she pushed Rolly away, standing. Pongo's jaw dropped as the German shepherd stepped over him, their bellies touching as she licked his face. She straddled his hips as he lay on his back, and lifted her tail, her sopping entrance mere inches from his rod, fully at attention. Rolly watched only a few feet away, his attentive little eyes soaking up every detail. Pongo looked up at her in surprise and said, "He's right there, you know."

"Eet doesn't matter anymore, Pongo. I need you now. I have never needed to be fucked so badly as zhees."

Rolly cheered in a high pitched yowl. "Way to go, Dad!"

Pongo said, "You can watch, son, but you can't tell anyone about this, either, okay? Not even Lucky."

Greta was bashfully looking over her shoulder at the voyeuristic pup as he sat behind her. Rolly said, "Yeah, sure thing, Dad."

The German shepherd whimpered, summoning her courage, and she said, "Now pay close attention. Your father, he ees a master at zhees, und vhen you are doing zhees veed a beetch of your own, she veell appreciate eet eef you copy heem. Okay?"

Rolly looked up, as if realizing what he was about to learn was actually very important. His expression changed to one of serious thought. "I'm ready," he said.

Greta laid her ears back, shivering as she willed herself to lift her tail, giving Rolly an excellent view of her genitals as she lowered herself until Pongo's pointed tip just barely parted her lips. She looked back to make sure Rolly was paying attention, and his eyes were fixed eagerly on the impending penetration.

She swallowed, and said, "Mein Gott, vhat am I doing?" With that, she lowered herself onto Pongo's cock.

"I'll pull out, I promise!" Thunderbolt moaned, gripping her between his muscular front legs. Perdita realized that he had indeed heard her protests, but had ignored them. She felt betrayed and angry, but above all of that she felt great. Thunderbolt's tongue had prepped her well for his sudden, second penetration of her sacred entrance. His cock rocketed between her legs, gliding smoothly through her slicked nether lips, and she moaned in ecstasy. It was too late now to avoid Thunderbolt's pre-cum. She knew even now that large drops of seed were flowing out into her. And she was sure he had left similar little presents when he was last inside of her. So there was really no harm now in enjoying his powerful thrusts, as long as he backed off in time. The odds of his small intrusions getting her pregnant were low enough. She bucked back against him, moaning incomprehensibly.

Thunderbolt's mouth was just behind her ears as he gyrated. He whispered, "You're so beautiful, Perdie. Thank you so much for letting this happen. I feared you were the one thing I wanted in this world that was unattainable."

She thrust her hips and moaned. What was she doing? She had told Thunderbolt in the field that she could never be untrue to Pongo, and yet here she was in the basement, being 'attained' by the handsome shepherd. It felt so good, yet she knew it was wrong. Pongo would never be disloyal to her, yet she had made love with not one, but both of their guests. She tried to picture her husband, wherever he was. Pongo was probably waiting for her in the wrong room, trusting her enough not to seek her out. She had to leave this immoral fling and find her true love.

"W-we shouldn't be doing this, Thunderbolt!"

Grunting, he said, "I know, isn't it a thrill?"

He must not have picked up her shamed tone over the moist, sucking sounds of his repeated invasions of her hot, clenching passage. She gasped, pushing back against his swollen knot each time it collided with her. "No, I mean, we really shouldn't be doing this! I have a husband, and you have Greta!"

Between pants, he managed to reply, "It's okay, Perdie, they'll never know."

"He'll know! And even if he won't, I will..." She moaned and spread her legs further apart, which allowed his ramming knot that much deeper between her nether lips.

Thunderbolt's thrusts only sped up, despite their conversation. "Can't you put your fears to rest for one hour, and just enjoy the moment?"

God did it feel good. Thunderbolt was on top of her, probing her deepest depths with his large cock, pressuring the source of her pleasure. Part of her wanted to ignore the little voices in her head and just fuck the German shepherd senselessly until he pulled out at the last second. That part of her grew with each passing thrust. "No, I can't, Thunderbolt. I love him, I can't betray him like this!"

He kept forcing himself up against her, speechless for a moment. "But - !"

Perdie whimpered, in both pleasure and anger, finally finding the will to confront the eager shepherd. "Get off!"

Abruptly, he stop thrusting into her heat-swollen vulva, but he kept his grip on her hindquarters, and his cock buried into her up to the swollen knot. Perdie had to use all her willpower to stop herself from pushing back, until the two dogs stood there, motionlessly locked in coitus. She suddenly felt very empty inside, despite the massive cock spreading her passageway apart. "You're sure that's what you want?" Thunderbolt asked.

Every second without his furious thrusts was agony to Perdita. She whimpered, "This is so wrong." Why wouldn't he just get off of her. This would be so much easier for her if she couldn't feel his motionless cock between her legs.

"Can it be wrong to share our love like this?"

She tried to answer but couldn't find her voice, only whimpers. She knew she loved Pongo, but did she love Thunderbolt as well? If she didn't, it was hard to tell the difference. She wanted to submit to Thunderbolt as much as she had ever wanted to submit to Pongo. She had often been thinking about Thunderbolt as Pongo fucked her, and wasn't that cheating just the same? Could she really deny herself the once in a lifetime opportunity to make her fantasies real?

As her answer to his question slowly changed, her whimpers gave way to voice. "You're right. But this doesn't leave the room. Don't tell Pongo! Or even Greta."

"Of course."

"Now take me, damn it!"

He didn't need to be told twice, resuming his thrusts at double pace. She had to tense all four legs to hold her place, lest she be pushed forward into the piano. She whined at the sudden pressure against her loins, the big shepherd's knot hammering away at her. Yet each lunge sent her clitoris into quivering spasms of pure ecstasy, and she lifted her head, eyes rolled back in her head, and howled. Her hindlegs gave short, forceful thrusts in response. Blood rushed to her face in shame, but the pleasure obscured any regret she felt for cheating.

Minutes of ecstasy seemed to pass in seconds, until Thunderbolt groaned, "Oh god, Perdie, I'm gunna cum!"

Her eyes widened, "Not inside, Thunderbolt! Get off!"

Gritting his teeth, he thrust again, gasping, "Not yet, I've got a few more thrusts in me."

"Don't risk it!" she yelped, though part of her wanted him to. She was getting so close to her own orgasm. Just a few more delicious pushes would do it.

He thrust again, and she pushed back, trying to trigger herself before he pulled out of her. Her wet, heat-swollen vulva compressed against and stretched around the throbbing glands at the base of his cock. "Off!" she cried, but her tone made it clear that she didn't really mean it.

How many more thrusts could she risk before he wouldn't be able to hold back any more? It felt wonderful, but his dick was like a loaded rocket launcher aimed directly at her unprotected, fertile womb. He thrust again, and her jaw dropped at the incredible sensations rocking her body, just a millimeter from being sent to the next level. "Pl-please, off..." she managed to whimper, before she met his next powerful thrust.

That was it, she could hold back no more, her entire body shuddering, and her insides clenching powerfully around his shivering cock. Thunderbolt yelped, trying to hold back despite the new, incredible pressure squeezing him. Perdita howled again, as loudly as she could, knowing that anyone in the house would hear her. Nothing mattered to her except that bliss. She gushed inside, her arousal fluids flooding around Thunderbolt's trembling penis, and she clenched her internal walls with a loud, sucking sound. She felt Thunderbolt trying desperately to pull away from her.

He yipped, trying once again to overpower her amazingly strong passageway. In this position, it was a losing battle. He wasn't ready or able to pull away from her. He rapidly lost ground as she pulled him into her, until his knot pressed up against her vulva. He had to spend all his willpower just to avoid firing his load then and there. He was helpless to resist the shuddering Dalmatian under him. He gasped, "No, Perdie!"

She didn't hear him, giving in to her body's demands. With a sudden, thoughtless thrust, she pushed back, spreading her vulva. He popped inside of her, his huge knot creating a massive bulge between her legs as he tugged backwards against her. It was too late. "Perdie! I'm stuck!" He shivered, barely managing to hold back against all the sensations suddenly coating his entire cock.

Perdie was in another world. His knot was huge! His cock filled her to the brim, triggering her clitoris non-stop. Her tongue lolled senselessly out of her mouth, and she drooled on the ground. "Fuck me, Thunderbolt! Give it to me!!"

He yelped and said, "What about your heat? What about Pongo?!"

"Fuck Pongo!" she yelled, not realizing that Thunderbolt had done precisely that less than two hours ago.

Thunderbolt gasped, unable to hold back a warning shot as he sprayed against her cervix. "I can't hold back! Are you sure this is what you want?"

A large splash of spittle struck the floor beneath her, as she growled, "Shut up and fill my cunt with your puppies, you damned fool!"

He had needed to be told twice, but three times was enough. Shocked by her sudden harsh language, he thrust deeper, saying, "Oh god, Perdie, here I come!"

Then, with his cock-tip nestled against her cervical walls, he came.

Greta slowly rocked her hips up and down, trying to keep her tail up so that Rolly had a good view of his father's cock penetrating her sopping vulva. Her tongue hung loosely from her mouth as she moaned. Pongo shivered beneath her, lying on his back as she slid along his perpendicular cock, whispering advice to his son. Her transformation aroused the large Dalmatian to no end. Before, she had been too ashamed to even moan while Rolly was hidden away in the cabinet. Now, she lifted her tail for the pup, who stood mere feet from their conjoined, straining genitals. Her need for his cock had been so great that she had set aside all sense of shame, and instead adopted a motherly attitude of teaching.

"Vh-vhen you vere leecking me earlier, zhat ees a good vay to start, Rolly. Unf! But vhen she starts m-moaning, move to zhees step," she stammered, looking back at the wide-eyed, inquisitive pup.

"You veel be a beeg boy, Rolly, I can tell. But don't be afraid, eef she ees as tall as you, she veel be able to feet y-you. J-Just grab her heeps and push." Greta sat down hard, pressing her tight lips up against Pongo's knot.

"What is that?" Rolly asked.

Greta said, "Uhnnnn... Zhat ees your dad's knot. Eef you can, push yourself all zha vay een to your beetch. Zhat knot veel svell eenside her und she von't be able to leave unteel you are feeneeshed veed her. Ozhervise you may not be able to get eet een at all."

Pongo grinned and said, "I'll show you what it looks like to force it in once it is swollen like this."

She thrust her hips, whimpering in anticipation.

Rolly said, "Can I touch it?"

The German shepherd looked down at the Dalmatian, who hesitated, but finally nodded. Greta said, "Yes, but be careful. Hees cock ees very senseeteev." She lifted her hips until just his tip remaining lodged inside of her, and raised her tail, trembling as she watched the little puppy approach. Pongo arched his neck to watch his son, shivering as he began to feel Rolly's warm breath on his glistening cock.

Carefully, Rolly placed a tentative paw at the juncture between the two swollen glands of his father's cock. He said, in disbelief, "There's no way you can fit this in that tiny hole!"

Pongo grinned, saying, "You'll see."

Rolly sniffed at the clear liquid dribbling out of Greta and sliding down Pongo's length. Impulsively, the puppy licked it up, running his small, wet tongue along his father's shaft. Pongo whimpered and Rolly exclaimed, "Did that hurt?!"

"Aah! No, son, i-it felt good. I'll tell you if you do something that hurts, okay?"

Rolly nodded, returning his gaze to the trembling genitals inches from his nose. He licked again, causing his father to moan. The small Dalmatian said of Greta's juices, "This stuff tastes different." He kept swallowing her natural lubricant, replacing it with his own saliva.

Greta replied, "Zhat ees not Pongo's seed. Zhat comes from me, so zhat Pongo veel not hurt me vhen he pushes eento me."

"It comes from up here?" he asked, running his tongue up his father's throbbing cock until his tongue probed gently at Greta's stretched labia. The German shepherd moaned as the little puppy pleasured her, digging her front claws into Pongo's chest.

Rolly began lapping up her gushing fluids, which were quickly replaced by her renewed arousal thanks to his probing tongue. Her pussy quivered, spread open for Rolly's tongue by his father's cock-tip. "Yes...Unf! From zhere!" Pongo grinned up at the bashful bitch, trying his hardest not to begin thrusting into her beautiful body.

Rolly drank her down, hoping to finish her generous flow of fluid, but he soon realized she would never stop producing. Pongo suddenly felt Rolly's tongue on his balls, and he yelped, even though it didn't hurt. "Erf, son! Be careful, those are really sensitive!"

Rolly said, "What are they?" before continue to lick the massive orbs. Pongo got very tense, knowing that he was helpless to stop his son. He was exposed and vulnerable.

"Uh...uh! They're my balls. Hey! No teeth! Th-they store all my seed, that white stuff that makes puppies."

Rolly stopped, making a sudden realization. "So this is what you did to Mum, to make us?"

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"Yes, Rolly."

"And Dad just did this to you, right?" He asked, looking up at Greta. "Does this mean you're going to have his puppies?"

She smiled down at Pongo as she said, "Yes, Rolly. I veel."

"So I'm going to have more brothers and sisters?" he asked, excited. "And a new mum, as well?"

The two adults looked wide-eyed at each other. Greta finally said, "No, Rolly. I vould love to stay, but I must go vhen my trailer leaves tomorrow."

"What? Why won't you stay?"

She shook her head sadly at the little puppy. "Eet just...vouldn't vork out. Your father and I, ve are just a vun time zheeng. After zhees, ve must go on veed our normal lives."

The little puppy was traumatized. "But I want you to stay."

She smiled at him. "Zhank you, Rolly. I veesh I could." She smiled at Pongo and said, "Eet ees an eencredeeble honor to spend zhees time veed you, Pongo. I am so glad eet could be you to deflower me. I know eet vasn't our eeneetial plan, but I can zheenk of no greater geeft zhan to bear your poppies. I love you." She leaned down and opened her mouth, and Pongo kissed her passionately.

As there tongues entwined, Rolly said, "Gross!" before going back to licking their conjoined genitals. Pongo and Greta continued to kiss, even as they trembled under the exquisite pressure of Rolly's wet tongue. The puppy slathered Pongo's balls, knot, and shaft, before tickling at Greta's pussy and repeating the process. Greta began to moan, rotating her hips in a circle parallel to the ground, her vulva dragging Pongo's cock with it. This, coupled with her raised tail, gave Rolly unhindered access to Pongo's sensitive shaft. The sensation was almost unbearable for Pongo, who still was struggling not to thrust his hips.

Finally he could take it no more, and he broke his rampant kisses to exclaim, "Rolly, step back and watch. It's time to force my knot in!"

Rolly obediently sat back, a foot from the action. Pongo placed a paw on each of Greta's hips and grinned up at the young bitch. She was trembling with excitement. Pongo asked, "Are you ready?"

She nodded and yelped, "Do eet!"

Pongo rocketed his hips upward, simultaneously pushing down on her rump with his muscular forelegs. She yelped as Pongo's shaft split her apart once more, filling her moist passageway almost to the brim. She pushed down with all her might, but when her aroused vulva met Pongo's swollen knot, the sudden flash of motion stopped. Pongo kept pushing up and tugging on her hips, but the two swollen glands remaining outside of her, grinding against her labia. Greta whimpered at the pleasure, pain, and desperate, unfulfilled desire to feel her vulva bulging with dog cock.

Rolly gasped, and said, "Told you! There's no way!" He was on all fours, tail wagging in nervous excitement.

Greta moaned down at Pongo, saying, "Please, Pongo..." She spread her legs, one paw on his chest to stabilize her as she rested the entirety of her weight directly on his knot.

Pongo gritted his teeth at all the pressure, but it was to no avail. "I can't push any harder from this position!"

The German shepherd had a sudden idea, and she looked over her shoulder at the puppy. "Rolly, you must help!" She raised her tail for him and his jaw dropped. She continued, "Leeck heem, he ees too dry!"

Rolly didn't hesitate, bounding forward and beginning to run his tongue along Pongo's knot. He made his father whimper, drooling all over the huge cock. The bigger Dalmatian said, "More, Rolly, I'm almost in!"

But even with every inch of Pongo's dick coated in several millimeters of saliva, Greta was still too tight. Pongo's forelegs were beginning to tire from providing constant pressure on her slender body. Pongo said, "Rolly! You must stretch her with your tongue. Tease her lips apart, it's the only way!"

Greta gasped at the prospect, and then yelped when a moment later she felt the rotund little puppy's tongue forcing its way under her stretched labia. She let out a high-pitched whine as the puppy began spreading her sensitive mound apart, but she knew that it was the only way. Rolly moved to her other side, sliding that side apart as well. Greta moaned, and a new wave of fluid gushed out of her, coating Pongo's cock, and the surprised puppy's face. But that proved to be finally enough, and she slid painfully down, stretched wide around her lover's knot until it slipped inside with a wet sucking sound. Pongo heard her howl is ecstasy, and he let his voice join hers.

Rolly's eyes widened as he looked at the massive bulge in Greta's loins and said, "You did it, Dad!"

Greta had heard the first howl, too, but it hadn't been her, and she could see that it wasn't Pongo. Suddenly she understood why Perdita and Thunderbolt hadn't come to investigate them yet. That horny slut, she thought, smiling. She was glad the sexy Dalmatian had been able to find someone to satisfy her needs, even if it had to be Thunderbolt. It wasn't as if Greta had any room to criticize the T.V. star, considering what she was doing. She wondered if Perdita had been able to resist the urge to let Thunderbolt fill her womb. Greta moaned at the thought, and could hold on no longer, her body shuddering as she sat around Pongo's vertical, throbbing cock. He was so huge that her gushing ejaculation had no where to go but to explosively exit through her bulging vulva, soaking Pongo's thighs and balls. Pongo gritted his teeth, trying to ride out her violent orgasm.

Rolly was there, licking Pongo's balls clean. It was too much for Pongo, whose howls turned to a single dedicated whine as he thrust his hips once and began spewing himself inside of her. Her small womb was filled to the brim from their earlier copulations, so his river of cum burst out of her, splattering everything, especially Rolly's face. Both adults moaned and quivered, while Rolly began swallowing the endless flow of semen, his tongue pressuring his father's cock and Greta's mound. Greta kept her tail raised high for Rolly, and bent down to kiss Pongo, muffling his howls. The puppy was completely full of his father's seed by now, and he could drink no more, but he held his ground beneath Greta's tail, as more and more semen sprayed out of Greta like a constricted hose. Pongo saw that his son was coated head to toe, his spots hidden by the thick layer of cum.

Pongo kissed Greta passionately, more than happy with how things had turned out.

Perdita lay beneath Thunderbolt, gasping for breath. It had been the greatest orgasm of her life, holding her ground as Thunderbolt sprayed his seed into her. She had watched as he bred her, and not a single drop had escaped his throbbing knot. He had ground against her, spurting again and again as she shuddered around him, every ounce of dog seed flooding her womb. At the time, she had had no greater desire than to be the breeding ground for Thunderbolt's puppies, throwing caution away as she clenched powerfully around his massive cock, milking him. But now, as she lay panting beneath him, she was having second thoughts. "Thunderbolt...what have we done?"

He was still gritting his teeth, sending his final spurts within her. Gasping, he said, "Oh, Perdie...That was...the best thing...I have ever done."

She quivered, her genitals still burning with desire. "But...Pongo? Your puppies!" she said incoherently, looking over her shoulder at her unintentional mate.

Thunderbolt licked the side of her face suddenly, saying, "It's too late to worry about that now."

She growled at him, saying, "You promised you'd pull out!"

The German shepherd yelped, "Hey, I tried! And you told me to do it!"

Perdita looked down. He was right. "Why did this have to happen?" she lamented. "I'm pregnant for sure!"

Thunderbolt looked her over with concern and said, "Hey, don't worry. I'll be responsible. I'll won't back down from helping to raise them."

"How? Your owner will take you away tomorrow morning, after the shoot!"

"You could come with me."

She was stunned. He couldn't mean that, could he? He was offering her the life of a starlet, the bride of the world-famous Thunderbolt. She could travel the world with the handsome canine, raising litter after litter with him. The thought of mating with him, every day, was definitely appealing. Part of her wanted nothing more than to be his bitch for the rest of her days. But she had another life, other responsibilities, and a real, true dream. She shook her head. "No, Thunderbolt. My place is with Pongo."

Thunderbolt looked absolutely heart-broken. She said, "Aww, don't look like that. I love you, Thunderbolt, I do. And don't tell Pongo, but this was the best sex of my life. But my life is here, with my owner, and my puppies, and my husband. And soon, your puppies too. We shouldn't part tomorrow on bad terms."

The German shepherd leaned in and kissed Perdita, passionately. He said, "I love you more than anything I have ever known. I would give up show business for you, if I could. I promise I'll be back to visit, whenever I can, okay?"

Perdita nodded.

He continued, "I wish I could feel for Greta what I feel for you."

"You will, with time. Believe me, she is a wonderful girl, and she will make you very happy. Your puppies with her will change your life forever."

Thunderbolt said, "I'll be thinking of you, when I'm with her."

She smiled and kissed him again. "And I you."

It all happened in a flash. Both pairs of quivering canines were finally able to separate, cleaning up what evidence of their adulterous actions they could. But they reeked of sex. Carefully, Pongo and Greta snuck off with Rolly to the river and bathed, scrubbing every last inch clean, while Perdita and Thunderbolt went to the river. Rolly was dropped off with his brothers and sisters at the photo shoot, which was just about to begin. Pictures were taken, of the puppies, of the parents, of Thunderbolt, and everyone had a great time. After the shoot, Thunderbolt signed autographs in his trailer (with his paw and a stamp pad) for each of the puppies, while Pongo, Greta, and Perdita waited outside in the beautiful, country sunset.

The next morning, the adults bid each other a fond farewell, and Thunderbolt and Greta left for their next event. All four dogs' hormones were still raging from the illicit excitement they had shared with the two other dogs, and they focused this energy on their partners. So when Greta and Perdita's bellies began to swell, neither Pongo nor Thunderbolt thought anything of it, until two-and-a-half months later, when each bitch whelped a litter (14 for Greta, 8 for Perdita) of almost identical puppies: mostly black fur with splashes of white on the feet, neck, tail, or nose. It was obvious what had happened, but what could anyone say? So they said nothing, each male treating the puppies as his own.

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Thunderbolt was signing autographs in the trailer, his thoughts drifting to Perdita. It was monotonous, and when he finally finished, he hopped up on the seat and looked out the window where Perdita, Pongo, and Greta waited for him. She was so beautiful. He wished things could have worked out differently. He wished he could stay on the farm for just another day, to spend more time in...with Perdita. The door opened, and Thunderbolt grimaced, quickly covering his growing arousal with his paws. He could have sworn he had signed 99 of the little pieces of paper.

"'Ello, Thunderbolt. I wanted to be last, so's we could talk!"

It was Patch. He smiled at the puppy, feeling genuine admiration for the brave little dog. "It's good to see you again, Patch. I see you still have a knack for getting in trouble."

"Heh, yeah," he said bashfully, adding, "Just wish Mum didn't know about our trick to get up in the barn...the other pups are gunna give me hell."

Thunderbolt said, "Hey, Patch? I have a question for you."

"Sure, what is it, Thunderbolt?"

Thunderbolt spread his front paws, revealing his glistening organ. "You still want to help me out?"

Patch's eyes widened, and his tail wagged. "I'm your dog, Thunderbolt!"

_ The End. _