Tina II Chapter 14 Having my Babies
Tina II Chapter 14 Having my Babies- A Gray Muzzle story
"Bye, Hon. See you in a while"
Stan kissed his wife goodbye, then closed the door to their old Ford Taurus as she drove off. Georgette, the white Poodle hybrid to which he had been married all his life was off to the doctor. This would be her last prenatal visit. She was due to deliver any day now.
Theirs was an unusual family. Georgette was pregnant with Tina when they married. They had not had another child. Then, Stan suffered a serious, life threatening work accident. Remarkably, as he recovered, the depression that she had suffered all her life lifted. Soon after, Georgette became pregnant at forty. She delivered her litter, which was five years old now. To everyone's surprise, she became pregnant again, even though she was now forty five.
That would be a perfect ending to a happy story, were it not for one complication. While at a music festival, Stan met a young Saluki named Flower. During the sexual encounter they had in the pond that weekend, she, too became pregnant. This set off a bumpy series of events, where Flower, Georgette and Stan broke up and made up. Flower ended up going to Georgette, who took the young girl into their home. Now, Stan lived in the pool house at the Goldstein estate with his pregnant wife, and his equally pregnant lover.
Walking back from the driveway, Stan admired the unusually beautiful Summer day. Today was a day he had to himself. Georgette would be at the doctors for a few hours, and she usually went shopping or did other chores while she was out. Dr. Goldstein, for whom Stan generally worked, was not feeling well, and was staying in. He's said he would call Stan if he was needed. Stan had a rare day to himself. He was still considering his options when he got back to the pool house. Stan headed for the bedroom.
On the way there, he passed the hall bath. Standing at the mirror there was Flower. From the condition of her fur, she had been for a morning swim. She looked into the mirror as she dried the long gray feathered hair atop her head. Her body fur was still wet. Flower still was in her swimsuit, a tiny paisley print bikini. It was a very sexy suit, with a tiny triangle top, and a string tie bottom. It was a perfect swimsuit for a thin as a rail twenty year old. Well, would have been, were it not for Flower's advanced state of pregnancy. The top wasn't much of an issue. Flower didn't have one, really. The pregnancy gave her enough to where you could at least see where her breasts were. The bottom, on the other hand was a different matter. Flower was due to deliver any time now. Her belly was huge and swollen, all the more noticeable, since she otherwise looked like a starving runway model.
Stan paused in the hallway. He couldn't tear himself away from watching. Flower leaned forward as she dried. This made her tiny butt stick out all the more. The swimsuit bottom was worn low, under her tail, barely covering what it needed to. It's front was pushed down even lower, to ride below her increasing belly, which now almost covered her sex. He began to notice details. The swimsuit was very thin, and very wet. It clung to her like Saran Wrap. The damp cloth molded to her shape, and had become semi transparent. It had migrated north as well, and now resided largely in the crack of her backside. The crotch itself, however hung down. It was very wet, and being heavy with moisture, hung dripping on the bathroom floor. Stan found this utterly hot, imaging her sex so wet that it dripped, making puddles on the floor. Her tail was up, and curled in a gentle arc, floating over an elegant back. Her backside swayed, side to side. With each movement, Stan became more fixated.
It seemed some time before Stan's thoughts translated into action. As she dried her hair, Stan walked up behind her. His hands were placed on her slim hips. Leaning in, he pulled her back towards his aching pelvis. Without so much as a single word, Flower complied. She buried Stan's sex in her wet cheeks. He took in as much of that heavenly sensation as he could. When he got control of his senses, Stan could feels Flower's butt cheeks soaking through the front of his trousers, his underwear, soaking right down to his sex. But this cold compress did nothing to quell his ardor. Stan felt his sex pop from it's sheath, strangling itself in the waistband of his underwear. It was then that Flower began her gyrations. Slowly at first, she rolled her flexible hips in a circular motion, using her cheeks to massage Stan's rigid organ. Sometimes she would pause, to give a few up and down motions, drawing his cock up and down the base of her tail.
After a time, she turned. She spread her legs, and wrapped her cool arms around his neck.
"Well, hello...." She purred.
Stan said nothing. He just stood there, hands on her hips.
"I can think of one way to make this a lot more fun....'
With that, she lowered herself, back against the vanity counter. In one swift flick, Flower had undone his belt, and had unfastened his trousers, which promptly dropped to the floor. Flower took his penis in both paws, finally freeing his organ from it's prison. Eyes wide, she smiled.
"Oh, yes........"
Rubbing it between her paws, she gave him a soft kiss on the head. As she rubbed it, her long rough tongue lingered. It left him aroused, and wetter than ever
"Do you like this? Is this what you wanted, lover?"
Stan's cock disappeared down her elegant muzzle again and again. She squatted on the bathroom floor, balancing her huge belly, on spindly little legs, slurping contentedly on Stan's maximum manhood.
"So, this is what's been causing all the trouble in this house..."
"Well, not ALL of it.." Stan thought to himself.
Stan would have gladly cum then and there, but that was not what she had in mind. As Stan leaned back and began to moan, she stopped abruptly.
"Not this time, baby; I have needs, too......"
Flower had lay back against the vanity, her crotch thrust forward. With Stan's cock in her paw, she used it's tip to lightly caress the outside of her sex. She still wore her damp swimsuit.
"Does that feel good? Does it feel like you thought it would?"
She handled his organ like the artist she was. Sometimes the touch was light, almost birdlike. At others, she used his sex to push the soggy crotch of her bikini bottom between the lips of her pussy.
At the point that Stan was certain that he would go crazy with desire, she took it, this time using it to push down the front of her panty. She kept pushing it down, but it would spring back up. But each time, she went lower, closer and closer to that which he craved. It almost reached her special spot, but not quite.......
She lowered her muzzle to his ear
"What......do you want? Are you going to go get it?........"
Stan was in a trans. Without a sound, he knelt. Taking both first one little bow, then the other, he unwrapped her, as if she were a Christmas gift. With the troublesome cloth released, he held it to his face and breathed in deeply. Dropping it softly to the tile floor, he stood. Not bothering to untie her bikini bra, he pushed it out of the way. Taking her firmly in his embrace, they kissed. Not a soft, romantic one, but the desperate needy kind, the kiss of two people who's passion for one another was not to be denied. Flower undid his shirt, half unbuttoning, half ripping it from his muscular frame. Once she did, she bent over the bath counter, offering him her sex.
Stan didn't need a signed invitation. He took her hips in his hands, and pushed. He could feel his sex pass her pong, damp fur. He felt her sex, big and swollen with pregnancy. As he entered, he marveled at how cool she was inside, how wet, how smooth. How quickly he bottomed against her cervix, which was well south of where he recalled it being. Flower reached back, and pulled her tail down. Stan leaned in, and bit the back of her neck. At first, there was slight resistance to his show of sexual dominance. Then she submitted. Thus began the timeless ritual.. It was rough and feral, but not at all rushed, as dog sex generally is. She wanted it as much as he did, and she enjoyed it just as much. She met each thrust with her own. Stan did not go deep, but he was wide, and Flower felt the walls of her vagina drag against his thick cock.
Flower wanted, needed to cum. Her slender fingers found that special place, and she began to rub. Gently at first, then with increasing courseness. In the end she was rubbing her whole paw over her sex, so desperate was her need. Feeling her urgent masturbation, Stan pushed harder, his muscular thighs pounding her bony ass. When she began to moan, Stan allowed himself release. His cock pulsed wildly, giving itself release it felt too long denied She then felt long, hot ropes of sperm fill the coolness of her vagina. She bent forward, to save each precious drop. He collapsed to her right, tied firmly inside.
"Come. Clean up with me...."
Stan was finally able to uncouple, as Flower lead him to the shower. It's warmth felt good. As the water coursed down, Flower began to wash the big, black Poodle. She was so close, and so careful, that Stan felt her breath on his skin. She lathered him once, then again, as she cleaned every inch of him. Then, she rinsed, letting the water soak his fur. Stan did the same for her. He spent extra time on her belly, caressing the full, ripe sexiness of it all. As he did, he felt something warm, pungent....
"What the...?"
Flower giggled
"You URINATED on me!" Stan declared, with forced outrage.
"I tinkled a little. I was having fun. I didn't want to stop. Did it bother you?"
:No, not really."
"Cup your hands under me....."
Stan complied. In a moment, with a little grunt. Flower released a small trickle of urine, which Stan caught. He lifted his hands to smell, before letting it trickle through his fingers. He then leaned forward, and licked that last few pee drops from her lips, before he stood, and kissed her. She kissed him back with warmth and feeling.
"The peeing....that's the suckiest part. The pups on my bladder....." she observed.
"If only I'd known......the fun I've missed....."
Once they dried each other, she lead him to her bed. She sat on the edge, then lay back. Pulling her legs to each side of her chest, she held them there.
"Stan? Make love to me, one more time....I want to watch......."
Then she closed her eyes.
Flower had this thing that drove med crazy. When she made love, she closed her eyes, then moved her mouth, as if she were saying something....
Stan was not yet fully hard, but he was out of his sheath. He rubbed it between her lips, and began making love. This time, it was longer. Without the naked need to climax, they engage each other for some time. Like all things, it had to end. Stan climaxed fully, draining himself into her welcoming sex, while Flower finished herself by hand. He held her, as they were knotted.
"I'm felling...tired. I think I'll take a nap" she declared, falling onto her back.
"I understand. You rest up...."
Flower stayed where she was. Stan rose, dressed, and got himself straightened up a bit. He went to the living room, watched TV and read, as Flower slept.
Perhaps an hour later, he heard something. Concerned he went to check on Flower. Hw found her on top of the bed, bathed in sweat, the quilt on which she lay soaked.
"Babe, you OK?" he asked
She seemed groggy, distant.
"Dunno. Don't feel so good. Weird. Sick. I think I pee'd myself.
Stan went to check. He was a trained paramedic. He was on the plant safety detail at work, and was a volunteer paramedic, who took thousands of hybrid medical calls. He felt her stomach, then went lower. Gently he parted her legs. He gave her a brief check before confirming his suspicions.
"Baby, I think it's your time. The pains...how far apart are they?"
She thought hard.
"A minute. Maybe two...."
"Good. I've got a few things to gather up, then we have some work to do.
Stan gathered a few items. Scissors, cord, towels. He boiled them in one of Georgette's big boiling pots. When he was satisfied that everything was sanitary, he returned. It was a good thing that he had. Face contorted in pain, something was clearly happening. Stan sprung into action.
"What happened to one to two minutes?" he asked without humor
"I don't KNOW!" she stammered "I was never good with time......"
Flower lay on her side. No sooner had she done so, when Stan saw a tiny nose...within about a minute, he held a tiny gray and white Saluki in his hands.....Over the next two hours, there were five more, all strong and healthy, all gray and white, all the image of their mother. Stan cleaned them all, cleared their airways, tied off their cords. Flower ate the placenta, which Stan found a bit gross, but which is a strong instinct in many bitches. Finally, Stan changed the bed, and cleaned up Flower, and made her comfortable.
It was about six when Georgette came home from shopping.
"Well look at you! You'd think it was you out doing things all day, instead of lounging around the house....."
Stan gave her the "SHHHH!" sign, and took her by the paw. He lead her to the bedroom, where Flower lay, six perfect pups, three boys, three girls, nursed quietly. Georgette turned to Stan
"You didn't...I mean....."
He smiled and nodded
"I've delivered other people's pups for years. Why not my own?"
Georgette looked at her husband through different eyes that night.
"You....are AMAZING!" She hugged her husband.
"I've heard" Stan smiled.....