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This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this story are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are of legal and consenting age, likewise if you are reading this story you should be of legal age in your respective country.

It was late one Friday night when there came a loud knocking on the Henderson's front door. Begrudgingly Mark went to go see whom it was, opening the door to be met by the drunk smiling face of his good friend Nick. As tired as Nick was from a long rough week, the big handsome Dane's smile somehow made him chuckle. "To drunk to drive home again are ye?" Mark the much smaller by comparison German Shepard asked of his long time friend. The large drunk Dane nodded his head so fast in response his jowls managed to flap a little, making Mark laugh a little before sighing softly and stepping aside to let his friend enter.

"Sarah! Our overgrown man-child is here again, can he crash on the couch and sleep it off?" Mark hollered down the passage to his wife whom was busy getting ready for bed herself.

"I don't know, is he housebroken?" The sassy vixen yelled back.

"Not going to wet yourself, are you bud?" Mark asked Nick with a mocking grin, the question being met with another vigorous headshake that sent his jowls flapping again.

"Good boy, couch is all yours. Sarah will bring you a pillow and a blanket soon" Mark said with a firm clap to Nicks shoulder before he turned and headed back to his bedroom to get ready for bed.

Nick was sort of the third wheel of the group, always the big dumb lovable lug that people just couldn't help but like. A true gentle giant in every sense of the word, immensely strong but he abhorred violence and even cried at certain commercials on television. If you didn't know the mutt, anyone looking at him would think he was a manly stud, barrel chested and looking like some sort of physical health model. Unfortunately he wasn't the brightest bulb in the pack, all through his High school career the mean kids used to chime in with "Nick, Nick, dumber than a pile of bricks." Luckily for them he never retaliated or even got angry, their taunts always just being met with a friendly smile and wag of his tail.

Sarah and Marks relationship had actually blossomed because of Nick, both feeling very protective over the big lug and the three of them spent so much time together that eventually the pieces fell into place and romance bloomed between the German Shepard and the sassy vixen. They made quite the pair, where Nick was a pacifist, Mark had gotten into many a fist fight on his behalf. Sarah however was always quick with scathing words and taunts when needed, but she was also very good at diffusing situations before they escalated into fisticuffs. Nick had cut quite the handsome image in his tux, unfortunately for the bridesmaids tossing hints at him all evening he was too naive to catch on that more than one of them was willing to let the big lug bend them over a barrel and rail them like there was no tomorrow, much to the amusement of Sarah.

It probably didn't help that Sarah had first-hand knowledge of what Nick was packing and had mentioned as much to her bridesmaids in times past. Nick being completely oblivious to his good looks and perhaps lacking in common decency sometimes would often shuck his clothing and go skinny dipping whenever the trio went camping. It was his bravado that got Mark his first view of the naked vixen, the exact point their friendship shifted from just friends to something more. Shared glances at each other's naked forms barely below the surface of the water while Nick bounded along the shoreline with his big dick and balls swinging wild.

Back in the present time Mark was just hopping out the shower and getting into his pyjamas to be met with a rather sultry smile on Sarah's face as she kneeled on the corner of their bed, looking at him expectantly. "It's that time of the month..." She noted, indicating now was a good time for them to try conceive a child they both desperately wanted. Her smile faded when she saw the look on Marks face, she knew it'd been a hell of a week and how hard he'd been working to provide for them. Before his lips could form the words "I'm sorry" Sarah was off the bed and kissing him tenderly, giving her mutt a soothing hug. "It's okay! I know you've been working your cute little tushy off, get some sleep. But I'm warning you, if you get morning wood, I'm riding that sucker like there's no tomorrow" the vixen teased with a grin and wink at a blushing Mark. "Besides, Nick is here anyway. Got to go put our eldest to bed" with the tension gone, this actually got a chuckle from Mark before the tired dog crawled into bed, falling asleep almost instantly.

With a resigned sigh and admittedly a little tingle between her thighs that she'd probably scratch later with her wand, Sarah went to the hallway closet to collect a spare pillow and blanket for Nick. Hearing him stumbling around their small living room, she headed his direction and stopped at the door to watch him try balance an apple on his nose.

"Oh dear, we've had THAT much to drink have we?" Laughing as she shook her head at the sight, padding in and taking the apple from his nose to place it on the table. "Time for bed big guy..." she tried to say in her most convincing motherly voice and guiding Nick to one side of the couch so she could make it up for him. As she bent over to make a bed for the big Dane, her ears prickled at the sound of clothing ruffling behind her. Turning to face Nick she would find the big mutt standing naked before her, nothing she hadn't seen before for sure, but with her being a little worked up she couldn't help but let her gaze drop to his impressive sheath and balls. A long moment of silence held the room before she shook her head and blushed, looking up at the big Dane. Grabbing his waist and trying to shove him about to get down on the sofa, she was caught by surprise as his strong hands gripped about her waist and pulled her down into his lap.

"Mmn, Gabby you naughty girl, been waiting for this all night" Nick mumbled in his drunken stupor. "Great, he thinks I'm some skank from the bar" Sarah thought in annoyance, trying to get up out of his lap, only for Nick to force her down and causing her bare crotch to rub right against his sheath. In her defence she hadn't worn underwear because her husband was meant to be balls deep in her right now, not putting their drunk friend to sleep. But the feeling of that thick swelling sheath beneath her rubbing against her, spreading her folds a little felt electric. "Wait Nick...it's me..." Sarah said in a panicked voice as Nick began to grind himself up against her from below. Her words cut short as the big mutt forced a kiss on her, his big tongue forcing its way into her mouth and easily overpowering her own. She knew he was strong, but this was ridiculous, try as hard as she might, she couldn't budge his grip on her waist, he had a grip like iron. Unfortunately it was an iron grip that was rocking the small vixen back and forth against a rapidly swelling and growing cock. Even though she knew this was wrong, she couldn't help but feel herself getting aroused, Nick was a very handsome man after all and she knew exactly what was growing beneath her. His constant rocking and grinding against her bare slit soon had her groaning into his mouth, her hot little pussylips were slick with arousal as inch after thick red Dane cock inch spilled free beneath her. As much as she wanted this to stop, she also didn't want it to. Her choice was soon made for her as Nicked lifted the hapless vixen up a little before sinking her back down onto his waiting cock, her eyes going wide as his thick puppy-maker forced its way into her, stretching her far wider than Mark ever did. Down and down she went for what seemed like ages until finally she felt a large fleshy bulb press between her cheeks a little. "God he's a big fucker..." she kept hearing in her mind, feeling light headed from the constant sloppy kisses and almost feeling like his dick was rearranging her insides.

All Sarah could do now was hope Nick didn't last long in his drunken state, worried what Mark would do if by some miracle they managed to wake him from his deep sleep. Nicks large mitts moved around behind her, gripping her bare ass beneath her nightgown for purchase as he slouched down a little on the couch, getting the right angle to begin bouncing Sarah on his cock. Each time she was bounced and dropped back down onto that thick length, it felt like she was being punched in the gut, but more than that was the overwhelming pleasure she felt. Perhaps it was from being so pent up before, but Sarah felt her first climax hit like a truck, but Nick didn't seem to notice or care and just kept fucking her. His constant brutal thrusts kept the vixens climaxes rolling from one into the next until she felt like she might pass out.

Without warning Nick suddenly stopped his thrusting, releasing his grip on her waist and a soft snoring was heard. "The fucker fell asleep!" Sarah thought to herself incredulously, finally able to extract herself from his lap and blushing at the soft wet schlurp sound as she lifted herself off his thick cock. Collapsing onto the couch beside him as she found her legs felt like jelly, Nick would be startled awake and mumbled a slurred "Where'd you think yer goin?" before grabbing Sarah behind the head and forcing her face down towards his crotch. "Nick you asshole! I'm not mmnghggf!" again her words would be cut short as he forced her open mouth down onto his cock. Sarah wasn't new to sucking dick, just new to taking something this big or this rough. With his strong hand behind her head he forced himself deep enough that her jaws were spread wide enough to not be able to bite down.

Within moments Nick got back to his eager bucking beneath her, only this time he was force feeding the vixen every inch of his cock. Seeming not to notice her gaging and choking on his length as she was forced to swallow a surprising amount of his slick precum. She could see those big balls of his bounce with every thrust, worried about how much of a load she would have to down if he didn't pull out of her mouth soon. Thankfully though the Danes motions seemed to be slowing down, getting weaker until finally with another soft snore he released her head.

Pulling her muzzle from his cock with a cough and splutter, Sarah would punch Nick on the shoulder with an angry growl "Asshole!". Unfortunately this would wake Nick up again with a "Huh, you want it where? I don't think it'll fit, but okay..." He blearily mumbled before gripping Sarah by her scruff and forcing her to turn around and get on all fours. "Oh shit" she thought as her face was pressed into the pillow, muffling her growls and snarls as she felt Nick grab her fluffy tail to lift it almost painfully high.

Try as she might to twist and turn her hips and behind aside to avoid it, Nick managed to get his slick tapered tip to wedge against that little indent under her tail. His grip tightening on her tailbase almost painfully, making Sarah wince and fall still as she resigned herself to her fate. Thankfully even in his drunken stupor Nick was still conscious enough of potentially hurting his "date" that he would take his time, slowly working her open with just his tip before working another inch into her. Sarah had always been dead set against anal and had shot Mark down on multiple occasions, yet here she was with the biggest dick she'd ever seen slowly claiming her butt. What was worse was that it didn't feel as horrible as she'd worked it up to be in her mind all those years. Sure the small vixen did groan in discomfort from it all, there was a massive prick plundering her pucker after all, but there was also a definite note of pleasure to her cries as well.

Her groaning fell silent as after an indescribably long moment she felt Nicks knot kiss her stretched little ring. Barely having a moment to register this before the big lug pulled back, suddenly leaving her feeling empty. Sarah's mind not having time to process all these new feelings before Nick thrust back into her gently again, feeling like she was being punched in the gut as his knot again kissed her tail hole.

"Like that you naughty girl?" If it wasn't for his cock being lodged up her tailpipe, the sweet innocent way Nick asked that would almost make Sarah giggle. But instead her only thought was "Yes...I like it you hung fucker" as the Danes hips began to slap against her behind in earnest. Sarah wasn't sure how much more of this she could take and it didn't seem like Nick was anywhere close to finishing.

Early the next morning Mark awoke to an empty bed, a brief moment of panic tugged at his chest before he remembered their unexpected guest last night. Figuring Sarah had just gotten up early to check on him, Mark yawned and got up to stumble through to their living room. The sight that met him instantly woke the German Shepard up.

A very dishevelled looking Sara was sitting nude in a passed out Nicks lap. What caught Marks eye was the fact that his wife whom had denied him her ass so many times before currently seemed to have the Danes monster cock knotted under her tail. Clear evidence of fucking evident on her slightly gaped little pussy and various sticky patches visible all over her body.

Sarah couldn't help but notice a lack of anger on her husband's face, what she did notice however was the sudden erection tenting his boxers. With a sly and weary grin, she met his gaze before piping up with "Next time you're putting him to bed..."