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"Goddammit," I huffed out with another failed mount. Trick hopped off my back, dewclaw managing to snag a bit of my love handle on the way down, makin' me hiss. He made up for it pretty quick by turnin' himself around and lappin' at the ass I'm trying to get him to fuck though, really diggin' in there and tryin' to make sure I'm nice and slick.

"Ohh, god, dog. Ya like my ass that much? Like yer daddy's ass?" I tease 'em, seems like it only made 'em try and get deeper. I swear ta god that tongue made its way up in me, almost to the point of being sore. If I relax, go all loose and... "Ahhhh... Fuck, yeah, get 'er boy. Eat my hole. Fuck!" It was bordering on pain, a good kind of pain. Like a good soreness after working out. Mixed in with the pleasure of being eaten out by an animal.

All good things must come to an end though, y'know. I didn't clear up my schedule and put the kid to bed only for Trick to rim me out. I wanted that fat knot begin his legs to punch a bigger hole in me. For as dom as I was, sometimes there's an inch ya want scratched and by god am I gonna get it scratched tonight. Wife ain't into it, said somethin' about how "no good man wants that!" No hookups, kid woulda tattled on me, none a' my work buddies wanted a piece of me, they prefer to take it, who was I supposed to turn to?

Well, turns out Trick took the exact moment I put my phone down with a big ol' sigh, plans falling through, to get done lickin' himself and give me a look. Not a, "I'll fuck you, dad!" kinda look, more of just that vacant look dogs give ya sometimes when you get their attention. Was quick as hell to wag 'is tail when I hooked my undies below my balls and had an inch or two of lipstick for him to lap at. By, god, I ain't ever felt a tongue that good, and at that time I prolly wouldn't for a good number a' years. Say, 'bout 8 or so? Wonder how young my son was then.........

Gettin' myself turned around and back to the present, it was my turn to do the same to him. Grabbin' his sheath just at the knot, I felt 'em grow in my paw, pink veined tip of his pecker startin' to show to the world. To me. Had my lips around that sumbitch in a heartbeat, thin sprinkling of dog jizz entirely new to my palate. Y'all've heard it before, how it tastes, I'm sure. Don't need me to repeat it. Buncha' fuckin' zoos.

Not like I can say much, on all fours with a dog cock between ma lips. Rapidly growing dog cock, I might add. His knot was swellin' up big as my fist in that sheath of his, couldn't have been comfy. So, with one last slurp I pulled back and took a few stray shots to my muzzle, knowing I'ma be more soaked than that once he's done with me. Or, my entire backside will be. The place already reeked of dog, what I didn't catch in my mouth already sprayed the place down.

He gets a few more humps in, his dick startin' to shrink back into his sheath, him pantin' and huffin' away like a dog, and that's when I turn back around and offer 'em up some prime dad ass. Still more'n lubed up from his rimmin' a minute ago, he just trots up and hops on my back like he was made to do it, and he was. Inching himself forward, hips locked around my hips like I was nothin' but a bitch in heat to em, he started humpin' away like he did at my face, never finding his mark though. Had to reach back, grab ahold of 'is sheath and guide 'em in, and he hit. His. Mark. Holy fuck, y'all.

This dog was like a fuckin' jackhammer, too. Dunno what kinda hips you need to hump half a dozen times a second but I want 'em. Ain't been able to fuck near as good as that since before my kid popped outta my wife's cookie a good 10 years ago, everything went downhill since then. In, uh, regards to our sex life, anyway. Mine's fine now, if the beast pumping away at by behind was anything to go by. Every stab of his boner hit me in places I didn't know existed, and not all of them pleasant.

"FUCK! Mmph, Trick! Ah, god! That's it buddy! Screw your daddy's ass, boy! Lemme feel it!" And feel it I sure fuckin' could, that fat knot of his growin' like a balloon in my guts. He ain't like us anthros. His knot grows first, and tugs at your hole twenty times a goddamn second, like he was doin just now. I could see stars, I swear ta god. My own cock was rock hard in my sheath, knot still growin', so I reached down to pop it out with a splurt I swear you could hear hit the carpet. Yeah, yeah, I'm doin' this on carpet, sue me. Big ol' dog dick growing up my ass, my own prick danglin' underneath and bouncin' to each of his thrusts, I was prolly the definition of a bitch right then and there. Sure as hell felt like it. What with all that doggy cum shootin' up into my insides too, tryin' to breed me like I was one.

His thrusting slowed down a bit, getting an opportunity to just seat himself in my rear, he grew, and grew, and grew. His cock damn near reached by goddamn ribs it felt like, and that knot was fucking huge. I'd let a few guys at my ass before, alright? I'll admit. That urge don't come too rarely. But this motherfucker's the biggest one I ever had, let alone ever knotted me. What I felt up in his sheath wasn't near what he was packin', bitch was as big as my fuckin' fist at least. And that's before I even get to the goddamn DEPTH. Dog was squirtin' all up in my innards, wherever he could reach, well past the bend and into my goddamn colon and beyond, just hosin' me down. Only guy I ever had shoot that far in me before was this horse I knew in college, and he only got there 'cause he shot like a cannon.

"Fffffuuuuuck, ohhhh. That's it. Breed me, boy, breed your daddy. That's a good boy," is all I can think to say as I start squeezin' at my own knot. All I can hear is my own heartbeat, the panting and growling dog above me, and the soft paff of each squirt of my precum hitting the carpet below. My output didn't even begin to match Trick's though, motherfucker bloated me up like a balloon. Well, okay, not like a balloon, but I could feel it, alright? Even on all fours, my dick couldn't ever feel that mucha my belly every time it throbbed. Of course, that made me start feelin' around down there too, I promise ya I wasn't that big before. That was all dog cum. Pure, one-hundred percent canine jizz, and not the two-legged kind either.

So I was on all fours, being bred and bloated out by the goddamn family dog, on the verge of shootin' my load, and what do I hear?

"Daddy?"

Ha. Haha, yope. My own goddamn kid, shinin' the hallway light on me asking what the fuck I was doing. Well, in his own words anyway. He could see it all, too. His old man on his paws and knees, Trick scrambling to turn us butt-to-butt, my dangling cock spurtin' my pre on the floor, I know it was ALL lit up.

"I, huff, oh god, hey kid? Go back to your room, please, daddy'll be done in a minute."

Thank god he was old enough to know somethin' was happenin' that he shouldn't be seeing. I couldn't see, but the hallway light as back off, and I heard his tiny footpaws scurrying back down the carpet to his room. I'd go tuck him in in a minute, don't worry. Well, more like in fourty, to be honest. This dog was still spurtin' in my guts and I had my own rocket to take care of.

Let me fuckin' tell ya', don't ever cum while you've got a dog lodged up your backside. Any knot, really. Once ya do? All the pain you've been missin' out on comes back. And hoo boy there was a lotta it. Not least was the crampin' from how bloated my belly was gettin', just the sheer fucking stretch of that bloated, veiny shape in my ass was unlike any other. That wasn't the only problem I had though, part way through clearin' my own pipes I uh, felt somethin'. Somethin' _wrong,_somethin' like a valve opened up in me, one that shouldn't have. And I felt more and more bloated, like it was comin' back up the only way out that it had.

So, uh, haha, yeah. That dog broke me. Literally, I was like a broken water bottle squirtin' water outta places it shouldn't be. I mean, some might think your ass is one'a those places too, but-

So. Yeah. Fucker came right through me. Doggy seed bubblin' up my throat and through my clenched teeth and closed lips, couldn't be stopped. Hadn't even pulled out and the carpet was getting' its second dose of dog jizz. Don't ask how I'm still alive, I could still breathe. Don't know the physics behind it, don't care to. All that was goin' through my mind at that point was how much time we still had left in the tie, this was MAYBE a third of the way through it, still had another half fuckin' hour of that shit to lay through. Yeah, maybe my lil' buddy perked back up and I got to shoot a second load, this time into a puddle of dog jizz. Yeah, MAYBE I let 'em do it to me several times since then, and every time it's the same deal, same cummed through canine I end up bein' by the end, with one HELL of a cleanup on my paws.

But I'd do it again in a heartbeat. Never shot that hard before, and I wouldn't til' about 8 years later when I was almost caught by the wife, balls deep down our son's throat and watchin' him get bloated out by the new dog at that point. That's a story that maybe I'll recount another time, don't think yer gonna need it, I see that wetspot on yer pants there, kiddo.