My bff was raped by my dog and I loved it!
We stepped off school yard right as the afternoon sun hit that lazy Tuesday slant, bags bouncing against our hips. Classes had let out early for once, and the sidewalk stretched empty ahead of us toward my place. Carmen walked close enough that her shoulder kept brushing mine. Every little bump sent a warm little spark under my skin.
“You still thinking about last time?” she asked, voice low and teasing. “The way you got all quiet when I—”
“Shut up,” I cut in, but I was smiling. “You’re the one who started it. ‘Just try this, Bethy, it’ll feel good.’ And then you wouldn’t stop.”
She laughed, soft and mean in the best way. “You didn’t want me to stop. Your legs were shaking so hard I thought you were gonna fall off the bed.”
Heat crawled up my neck. I glanced around, but the street was quiet, just a couple cars rolling past. “We’re doing it again today. My parents won’t be home till five. Plenty of time.”
“Mm. And Kane’s there,” she said, bumping me again on purpose. “Your big scary dog. He’s gonna hear everything.”
I felt my stomach flip. Kane. A hundred pounds of solid muscle waiting on the other side of the door. The thought of him sniffing around while we… yeah. It sat heavy and hot between my legs already.
“He always does,” I muttered. “Last time he kept pacing outside the door. Whining.”
Carmen’s eyes sparkled. “Maybe we leave it open a little. Let him watch.”
I shoved her shoulder, but not hard. “You’re evil!”
“Fine, fine.” She dropped into that soft, high, almost babyish lilt, just for a second, pure tease. “Wanna play with my soft spots later, Bethy? Wanna make me all wet and shaky?”
My face burned. “Stop. We’re still on the sidewalk.”
She switched back to normal, grinning. “Okay. But once we’re inside… I’m gonna sit on your face first. Make you lick until your jaw hurts. Then maybe I’ll let you use your fingers. Or maybe I won’t. Maybe I’ll just keep you hungry.”
I swallowed. My pussy gave a slow, heavy throb at the picture she painted. “You’re such a bitch.”
A little spike of shame cut through the heat anyway. We were supposed to be good girls. Go home, crack the books, finish the homework that was already late. Instead here I was, walking down the street getting wet just from the thought of Carmen’s thighs around my head, her pussy on my tongue, the way she’d hold me there until my jaw ached. It felt wrong and dirty and I still wanted it so bad my stomach twisted.
“You love it.” She linked her arm through mine as we turned onto my street. The house was only a couple blocks away now. I could already picture Kane’s big dark shape waiting by the door, ears pricked, that deep chest rising and falling.
Carmen leaned in closer. “And after I make you come on my tongue… maybe we let him in. Just to see what he does. Big strong boy like that. Bet he’d get all interested if he smelled us.”
My breath caught. The taboo of it sat right under my ribs, half shame, half pure filthy pull. I didn’t answer right away. Just kept walking, thighs pressing together with every step.
We reached the front walk. My keys were already in my hand. Carmen’s fingers brushed the small of my back, light and promising.
“Ready?” she whispered.
I nodded, pulse loud in my ears, and we stopped right there on the porch, the door still closed in front of us.
The door barely clicked shut behind us before Kane hit me like a freight train of pure muscle and fur.
One second I was stepping inside, keys still in my hand, and the next his big paws slammed into my chest, knocking the air right out of me. A hundred pounds of cane corso crashed me straight down onto the living-room rug. My back hit soft and hard at the same time, and he was already on top, all that heavy heat pinning me flat.
“Jesus—Kane!”
He didn’t care. His wet nose shoved into my neck, huffing hard, then down between my breasts like he’d been waiting all day for this. Thick drool smeared across my shirt. His whole body was vibrating with that low, happy growl-whine mix, hips already rocking, trying to mount even though I was still on my back.
Carmen’s laughter exploded from the doorway.
“Oh my god, look at him! He was just sitting there waiting for you like a big dumb pup. Couldn’t even let you take two steps.”
I tried to push at his chest, but my hands just sank into warm fur and solid muscle. He was so heavy. That thick red cock was already starting to slip out of its sheath, hot and slick against my thigh through my jeans. I could feel the weight of his balls dragging as he shifted, trying to get lower, get closer.
“Get off, you giant—ah—”
His tongue dragged up the side of my face, then he shoved his muzzle under my chin again, panting hard. The musky dog smell of him filled my nose, all animal and warm. My pussy clenched without permission.
Carmen dropped her bag and walked closer, still laughing, voice dripping with that teasing baby-talk edge she wasn’t supposed to use yet.
“Aww, does the big boy need his mommy so bad? Look at him humping the air already. He’s gonna ruin those jeans, Bethy. Poor desperate pup.”
Kane’s hips jerked harder. The tip of that red cock nudged higher, catching on the seam of my pants. I felt the first pulse of the knot starting to swell against me even through the denim. My face burned. Carmen was right there watching, arms crossed, grinning like this was the best show she’d ever seen.
“You’re not helping,” I managed, breathless under all that weight.
She just crouched down beside us, reached out, and scratched behind one of Kane’s ears like he was the sweetest thing in the world.
“I’m helping plenty. Look how happy he is. He missed you. Missed that soft little body of yours.” Her eyes flicked to the growing bulge under his belly, then back to my face. “Bet he’d mount you properly if you let him. Right here on the rug. Knot and everything.”
Kane gave another low, eager whine and shoved his cock harder against my thigh. The heat of it soaked straight through the fabric. I could already feel myself getting wet, shame and want twisting together so tight I could barely breathe.
Carmen kept laughing, soft and mean and delighted, while the big dog kept me pinned and desperate underneath him.
“That’s not proper… no one does that… with dogs…”
Carmen’s voice came out half laughing, half breathless while she tugged at Kane’s thick collar. Her knuckles brushed my cheek every time she pulled.
“Come on, you big brute—get off her. Bethy needs to breathe.”
Kane didn’t want to move. His heavy chest stayed pressed to mine, that hot red cock still rubbing dirty circles against my thigh. I could feel the knot starting to swell even through the denim, fat and insistent. My hands were stuck in his fur, not really pushing anymore.
“Help me,” I whispered, voice cracking. “Please.”
Carmen finally got both hands under his chest and heaved. Kane slid off with a frustrated whine, hips still thrusting at empty air for a second. The sudden loss of his weight left me dizzy. I rolled onto my side, jeans sticky where he’d been grinding, face burning.
“Jesus,” I muttered, sitting up slow.
Carmen was already scratching his ears like nothing happened, talking in that soft baby voice she wasn’t supposed to use yet.
“Good boy… such a good boy… just a little too excited, huh?”
I stood on shaky legs and went straight to the kitchen. My hands trembled while I filled his big steel bowl with fresh water and dumped a scoop of food into the other one. Kane’s claws clicked hard across the floor the second he smelled it. He shoved past me, dropped his head into the bowl, and started eating like he hadn’t been trying to mount me thirty seconds ago.
The wet sounds of him crunching filled the quiet house.
Carmen caught my wrist.
“Upstairs. Now. Before he finishes.”
We didn’t run, but we moved fast. My legs still felt weak. Every step made the wet spot in my jeans rub against me. We hit the stairs, took them two at a time, and the second we were inside my room I shut the door and twisted the lock. The click sounded too loud.
Carmen leaned back against it, eyes bright, chest rising fast.
“Okay,” she said, dropping the baby talk for a second. “He’s busy. We’ve got time.”
I could still hear Kane’s heavy chewing downstairs, the occasional low grunt as he ate. My pussy throbbed, traitorously, remembering the exact weight of him on top of me.
Carmen’s fingers found the hem of my shirt.
“Clothes off. Before he comes looking for you again.”
Carmen’s fingers slipped under the waistband of my panties like she’d been waiting all day to do it.
Small, eager, a little clumsy. They found me right away—slick and already open. She dragged two fingertips through my folds, slow, spreading the wetness around. My hips jerked up without thinking.
“Fuck… you’re soaked,” she whispered against my mouth.
I kissed her harder, messy, teeth knocking once. My own hand shoved into her black panties at the same time. She was just as wet. Soft, puffy folds under my fingers, the little nub already swollen when I brushed it. She made a tiny sound into the kiss and pushed her hips against my hand.
We stayed like that for a long minute—heavy petting, no rush. Fingers sliding up and down, circling, dipping just inside enough to feel how hot and tight everything was. The cool sheets stuck to my back. Every time she pressed harder on my clit I felt another slow pulse of wetness coat her fingers.
Her free hand cupped my breast, thumb dragging over the nipple. I did the same to her, squeezing, feeling the soft weight of it. We kept kissing, open-mouthed, breathing into each other. The wet sounds from between our legs were quiet but constant.
I hooked a finger deeper into her and felt her walls flutter. She answered by rubbing tighter circles on my clit until my thighs started to shake.
Neither of us spoke for a while. Just touching, caressing, the occasional soft moan when a fingertip found the exact right spot. My panties were shoved halfway down one hip. Hers were the same. The door stayed locked. Downstairs everything was still quiet.
Carmen’s mouth left mine and trailed down my neck, still working those small eager fingers between my legs like she never wanted to stop.
She looked at me with those bright eyes, fingers still slow-circling my clit under the damp cotton.
“Does my pretty girl like that? Hmm? Does it feel all soft and tingly when I pet your little pussy like this?”
My face went hot, but my hips pushed up into her hand anyway. “Y-yeah… feels good…”
She smiled and tugged my panties lower until they tangled around one thigh. Then she shifted down the bed, kissed the inside of my knee, and kept talking in that same sweet, filthy voice.
“Gonna taste this sweet cunny of yours now? Gonna lick all that yummy wetness up. Be a good girl and stay still for me.”
Her tongue dragged through my folds a second later—warm, slow, messy. I gasped and grabbed a fistful of the sheets. She licked again, flatter this time, then focused on my clit with little kitten flicks while two fingers eased inside me.
I reached for her at the same time, clumsy. Managed to get her panties down far enough to get my mouth on her. She was already dripping. I licked up through her soft folds, tasting salt and sweetness, then sealed my lips around her clit and sucked gentle.
Carmen moaned right against my pussy, the sound vibrating through me.
“Mmm—such a good girl… licking me so nice… your tongue feels so soft on my little clit…”
We stayed like that, sideways on the cool sheets, mouths and hands busy. I pushed two fingers into her while I licked, curling them the way I knew she liked. She did the same to me, thrusting slow and deep, tongue never stopping. Wet sounds filled the quiet room.
“You’re getting so slippery for me”— she whispered, my stomach clenched and another rush of wetness spilled onto her tongue.
“Your pussy tastes so good…” I said softly, “wanna make you come on my tongue.”
Her hips started rocking against my face. My own thighs trembled around her head. We kept exploring—fingers, mouths, the occasional soft bite on a thigh or a nipple when one of us could reach—while the baby talk stayed low and constant between the wet noises and the quiet little moans.
Carmen suddenly got pushy.
One second she was licking me slow and sweet, the next she shoved my thighs wider apart and buried her whole face between them like she was starving. Her tongue pushed hard into my hole, fucking me with it, then dragged up and attacked my clit—fast, wet, relentless little flicks that made my back arch clean off the sheets.
“Ah—Carmen—”
She didn’t ease up. Two fingers slammed into me, curling, pumping, the wet sound loud now. Her other hand pinned my hip down so I couldn’t squirm away.
“Stay still, pretty girl,” she said in that high baby voice, but it came out breathy and mean. “Gonna eat this soft little cunny until you cry. Be good and take it.”
I tried to keep licking her but my mouth kept slipping off because my whole body was shaking. She just pressed harder, nose mashed against me, sucking my clit between her lips and pulling. Every time I made a noise she moaned right into me like she loved it.
My fingers were still inside her, clumsy now, but she didn’t seem to care. She kept attacking—tongue, lips, teeth grazing just enough to make me jolt. The baby talk kept spilling out between licks.
“Such a wet little thing… look how it’s dripping for me… gonna make you squirt all over my face… Gonna push until you can’t take it anymore…”
I grabbed at her hair, not sure if I was trying to pull her closer or push her away. My thighs clamped around her head. She just forced them open again and went harder, fingers thrusting deep and fast, tongue punishing my clit.
The cool sheets were a lost cause under my ass. Everything felt hot and slippery and too much. Carmen stayed right there, pushy and greedy, eating me like she owned it while the locked door kept the rest of the world out.
A low whine cut through the wet sounds.
Then the scratch.
Slow at first—claws dragging down the outside of the door. Another whine, deeper, almost a growl. Kane.
Carmen’s head snapped up from between my legs. Her mouth was shiny, chin dripping. She stared at the locked door for a second, breathing hard.
I still had two fingers inside her, thumb rubbing her clit, trying to keep her there.
“Don’t,” I whispered, voice shaky. “Carmen—don’t. It’s dangerous. Just ignore him.”
She didn’t listen.
She pulled off me with a wet sound and sat up, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. The baby talk was gone.
“He’s gonna keep scratching. Or bark—”
“He’s fine. He has food. Just… stay.” I reached for her hip, trying to tug her back down. My pussy was still throbbing from how hard she’d been eating me. “Please. It’s not safe if you open it.”
Another scratch, louder. Then a heavy body leaning against the door, the wood creaking a little. Kane’s whine turned into a short, frustrated bark.
Carmen slid off the bed anyway. Bare feet on the floor, panties still tangled around one ankle, nipples tight from everything we’d been doing. She took two steps toward the door.
“I’m just gonna check,” she said, already reaching for the lock.
“Carmen, no—”
My voice came out higher than I wanted. I sat up fast, sheets sticking to my wet thighs, heart hammering. The scratching got more insistent. I could picture him on the other side—big, dark, that thick red cock probably still half out, smelling us through the wood.
She hesitated with her fingers on the lock, looking back at me.
I shook my head hard.
“Don’t. Please. Just come back to bed.”
Carmen twisted the lock.
The door flew open so hard it banged the wall. Kane came through like a dark blur of muscle and fur—almost flew in—and hit her square in the chest. She went down hard on the bedroom floor with a startled yelp.
“Kane—!”
He was already on her, heavy body pinning her flat, thick tongue dragging all over her face, her neck, her bare tits. Big wet swipes, frantic and happy and hungry all at once. Carmen tried to shove at his chest but her hands just disappeared into the dense black fur.
Then his nostrils flared.
I saw it happen. The way his whole head snapped lower, sniffing hard down her stomach, over the soft skin above her panties that were still half-off. He caught the scent of her—my scent mixed in too—and something in him locked on. The playful licking stopped. A low, rough sound rolled out of his chest.
He zeroed in.
Carmen yelped again, higher this time, when his muzzle shoved straight between her legs. She kicked, tried to push his head away, but he was like a wall collapsing in on her—solid, relentless, a hundred pounds of pure intent. His tongue lapped at her folds through the cotton, then under it, loud and messy.
“Get off—get off me—”
She twisted hard, managed to scramble onto her hands and knees, trying to crawl for the bed or the door or anywhere. Her bare ass was up, panties stretched useless around one thigh, pussy glistening from everything we’d done and from his tongue.
That was when I knew.
It was over.
Kane mounted her in one smooth, instinctive move. Front legs clamped around her waist, heavy chest dropping over her back. His hips already thrusting, that thick red canine cock sliding out fully now—shiny, veiny, the pointed tip searching. It slapped against her thigh, then higher, smearing pre across her soft folds.
Carmen’s arms shook. She tried to drag herself forward but he just held tighter, growling low, haunches flexing as he lined up.
I sat frozen on the bed, still dripping, heart slamming, watching the exact moment the tip of him found her and started to push in.
Kane pushed in.
Carmen’s whole body jerked. A sharp, broken yelp tore out of her—“Ah—fuck, no, he’s—!”—and then a longer, higher cry when the thick pointed tip stretched her open and slid deeper.
He didn’t go slow.
His hips snapped forward hard, burying more of that shiny red cock inside her with every thrust. The wet sound of it was filthy, loud. Carmen’s arms gave out for a second and her chest hit the floor. She tried to crawl again but his front legs locked tighter around her waist, holding her in place while he mounted her proper.
“Get him off—Bethy—please—” Her voice cracked into a sob-moan when he bottomed out the first time. “It’s too big—it’s—”
Kane just growled low and kept going, deep rough thrusts that made her whole body rock forward. His heavy balls swung and slapped against her clit. The knot at the base was already swelling, fat and dark, starting to catch on her folds with every pull-back.
I watched, frozen on the bed.
My hand had somehow ended up between my own legs. Fingers sliding through how soaked I was. Worse than before. Bad wet. Because it wasn’t me under him this time. I could just sit here and see everything—the way her pussy stretched around that thick canine cock, the shiny ring of her own slick coating him, the way his powerful haunches flexed and drove in again and again.
A soft, guilty pulse went through me.
This wasn’t the first time.
First time for Carmen, yeah. But Kane had done this to me before. More than once. Late nights when the house was empty. Me on the rug or the bed, him mounting me the same exact way, knot locking me in place while I bit the pillow and came so hard I saw stars. I’d never told anyone. Not even her.
Carmen’s cries got louder, mixed up with these helpless little whimpers every time the swelling knot tugged at her entrance.
“It’s swelling—Beth—it’s getting stuck—ah!”
Kane’s thrusts turned shorter, harder, grinding that growing knot against her. His tongue hung out, panting, the occasional low whine mixing with her sounds. He was close to locking. I could tell by the way his hips stuttered.
My fingers rubbed faster on my clit. Shame and heat tangled so tight I could barely breathe. I should’ve stopped it. Should’ve dragged him off. Instead I just watched my best friend get taken on the bedroom floor by my dog, her bare ass up, pussy stretched wide around him, and I was dripping down my own hand because part of me already knew how good that knot was going to feel when it finally popped inside her and held.
I slid off the bed and dropped to my knees beside them.
Carmen’s face was turned toward me, cheek pressed to the floor, eyes wet and wide. Kane’s heavy body kept her pinned, hips still slamming forward, that thick red cock pistoning in and out of her with wet, heavy sounds. The knot looked huge now—dark, swollen, battering against her stretched folds every time he thrust.
“It’s okay,” I whispered, voice shaky. I reached out and pushed damp hair off her forehead. “Just… breathe. There’s no getting him off now. Once he starts like this he doesn’t stop.”
She let out a broken sob that turned into a moan when he drove in especially deep.
“It hurts—it’s too much—”
“I know.” My fingers found their way between her legs without thinking. Shameless. I rubbed her clit in tight little circles while the knot kept punching against her cunt, trying to force its way in. She was soaked, dripping down onto the floor, and every time I touched her she clenched around him and made this high, helpless sound.
“Shh… just feel it. It’ll go in. Then it’ll lock and he’ll stop thrusting so hard.”
Kane growled above us, a low rough sound, and shoved forward again. The fat knot stretched her open wider, almost popping inside before slipping back out. Carmen’s whole body shook. Her hands scrabbled at the floor.
I kept rubbing her, faster, watching the way her pussy lips clung to that shiny red shaft. My own thighs were slick. Part of me hated how wet I still was. Part of me couldn’t look away.
“You’re doing so good,” I murmured, leaning closer so only she could hear. “Just let him have it. He’ll knot you soon. I promise it gets… easier after.”
She whimpered my name, hips twitching between his thrusts and my fingers. The knot battered her again—harder this time—and I felt her clit pulse under my touch like her body was already giving in even while she tried to fight it.
The knot finally forced its way in.
Carmen’s scream tore out of her raw and high—“Ahhh—fuck, it’s going in—it’s too big—!”—and then it broke into a long, broken sob-moan as the fat swollen base stretched her wider than anything and popped inside with a thick, wet sound.
Kane let out a deep, satisfied growl that turned into a low continuous whine. His hips gave three more short, hard thrusts, burying every last inch, then locked tight. He stopped moving. Just stood over her, panting heavy, that huge knot pulsing inside her cunt and holding them together.
“It’s stuck—Bethy it’s stuck—oh god—” Carmen’s voice went high and shaky. Every time the knot throbbed she whimpered, thighs trembling hard. “I can feel it—swelling more—ahh—”
Kane answered with another rough growl and a short humping motion that only tugged at the lock, making her cry out again. His heavy balls rested against her dripping folds. Drool dripped from his tongue onto her bare back.
I stayed right there on my knees, fingers still rubbing her clit in slow circles while she stayed knotted. My own pussy was throbbing so bad it hurt. Watching my best friend get absolutely claimed like this—her ass up, pussy stretched obscenely around that thick canine knot, body shaking under a hundred pounds of dog—was making me high on it. Shame and heat mixed so strong I felt dizzy.
“You’re okay,” I whispered, voice thick. “He’s locked now. Just… let it pulse. It’ll keep doing that for a while.”
Carmen sobbed and moaned at the same time when another strong throb went through the knot. Her walls must have clenched because Kane gave a low, pleased sound and shifted his weight, grinding the lock deeper.
I rubbed her faster, eyes fixed on where they were joined—the way her soft folds were forced wide around the base of him, shiny and stretched, a little creamy ring already forming. My free hand slipped between my own legs. I was soaked, fingers sliding easy.
Kane whined again, deeper, and Carmen answered with a helpless “nnnnh—fuck—” every time the knot pulsed inside her.
I couldn’t look away. My best friend, claimed and locked on my bedroom floor by my dog, and all I could do was touch her and touch myself and ride the filthy high of watching it happen.
“Here… this’ll take your mind off things.”
I shifted around on my knees until I was right in front of her face, thighs spread, still dripping. I leaned back on one hand and shoved the other between my legs, rubbing my clit in fast, furious circles. The wet sound of it mixed with Kane’s heavy panting.
Carmen’s eyes were glassy, mouth open, still whimpering every time the knot throbbed inside her. It had to be pressing right on that spot—I remembered exactly how it felt, that deep constant pressure that made everything pulse.
She didn’t even hesitate.
Delirious, she just leaned forward the little bit she could and licked. Her tongue dragged flat through my folds, messy and eager.
“Oh fuck yesss…” I moaned, the words tumbling out as her tongue dragged over my clit. Another whimper spilled out of her when Kane shifted and the locked knot tugged. She licked harder anyway, like she needed something to focus on.
I kept rubbing myself right above her mouth, fingers flying, hips pushing toward her tongue. “That’s it… just lick… feel how wet I am watching you take him…”
Kane gave a low growl and ground his hips once. The knot pulsed hard. Carmen cried out into my pussy, the sound muffled and desperate, then went right back to licking—long, greedy strokes, sucking at my clit when she could reach it. Her whole body trembled under the dog’s weight, but her mouth stayed busy.
I rubbed faster, watching her stretched cunt clenched around that thick locked knot, watching my best friend get claimed and still choose to eat me while it happened. The high of it made my head spin. My fingers and her tongue worked together until my thighs started shaking.
She whimpered again—“nnnh… it’s so deep…”—then licked me through it, delirious and hungry, while Kane stayed locked tight inside her and I touched myself shamelessly right in front of her face.
My fingers and her tongue pushed me right over the edge.
I came hard—squirting straight into Carmen’s face in hot, messy pulses. She gasped and kept licking through it, taking every spurt while her own body shook under Kane. My thighs clamped around her head for a second and I couldn’t stop the broken sounds coming out of me.
Right then Kane’s knot finally popped loose.
A thick, wet sound and he pulled free with a low grunt. Carmen cried out sharp and sudden as the fat base stretched her one last time on the way out. A rush of his cum and her own slick poured down her thighs onto the rug. Her arms gave out completely.
I collapsed forward at the same time. We both went down in a tangled heap on the floor—sticky, shaking, breathing hard. Kane stepped back, still panting, that red cock shiny and dripping as it started to slide back into its sheath. He gave a short, satisfied whine and then just stood there watching us.
Carmen’s face was soaked with me. She was half-laughing, half-crying, body still twitching.
I wiped a strand of hair out of my eyes and looked at her, chest heaving.
“Told you not to open that door, slut.”
The words came out rough. Then the laugh-cry hit me too—stupid and shaky and mixed with the leftover high of watching her get claimed. I dropped my forehead against her shoulder, still giggling and tearing up at the same time while the mess of us cooled on the rug and Kane’s heavy breathing filled the quiet room.
Kane was still circling us on the rug, restless, huffing hard through his nose. That big dark head kept swinging back and forth between me and Carmen, nostrils flaring every time he caught another strong hit of our scent. Young, sweet, used pussy mixed with his own cum still dripping out of her. His thick red cock was already sliding back out of its sheath, shiny and straining, bobbing with every step.
“Jesus, he’s not done?” Carmen’s voice was cracked to hell. She was trying to drag herself up, but her arms kept wobbling under her.
I didn’t answer her. I was watching the big dog’s eyes. The hunger there. The way he kept coming back to me.
It hit me all at once—every night I’d never told a soul about. All the times before I’d taken his knot. Late, quiet hours in this same house when my parents were gone or asleep. Me on my bed or the living-room floor, guiding that pointed tip inside myself, biting the pillow while he mounted me and locked deep. The secret sick wanting. Night after night letting him have me, get knotted, locked, filled, just like I’d watched him do to Carmen a few minutes ago. The shame of it sat heavy in my chest, but under it was the surety that I’d do it again if I had the chance. And now here it was, panting inches from me, thick cock already hard and leaking.
He nudged my hip with his nose, then gave a single hard lick straight up my slit. The taste must’ve lit him up—he whined high and needy, then pounced, shoving his head between my legs and rooting at my dripping pussy like he was trying to bury himself inside with his tongue alone.
Carmen saw the look on my face. She wiped my slick off her lips and gave this little grin, teeth showing.
“You have done this before, haven’t you? You want to do it again.”
I couldn’t say no. I just nodded, and felt my own face twist into a smile, sick with nerves and want.
“Go ahead, then, perv,” she whispered. “Show me.”
I rolled onto my hands and knees, ass up, thighs glistening. The rug was scratchy and cold on my shins, but Kane’s tongue was already on me again, painting hot stripes up and down my folds. He licked deeper, shoving the tip inside, and my whole body jolted when his muzzle mashed hard against my hole, tongue fucking me open in rough fast jabs.
I moaned for him. I didn’t care. Carmen’s hands came to my hips, steadying me. She pressed her cheek to mine, voice right in my ear.
“That’s it. Let him eat you. Bet you’ll cum before he even gets his cock in.”
She wasn’t wrong. I could feel the heat building behind my eyes. Every time Kane licked, his long tongue caught the raw edge of my clit and sent sparks straight down my thighs. I bucked back against him, greedy for it. I didn’t care how filthy it looked. I wanted to drown in that animal taste—the musk, the heat, the rough insistence of him.
His tongue was impossibly long, and when he angled it just right it went all the way in—beyond where Carmen’s fingers could ever reach. My pussy spasmed around it, dripping down his chin in long sticky strands. I looked back over my shoulder and saw his cock, red and angry, bouncing between his hind legs, already leaking clear strings onto the rug.
“Ready?” Carmen said, squeezing my waist.
I nodded. She reached back with both hands and spread my ass wide open for him. Cold air hit my soaked folds, then Kane’s heavy paws landed on my back, claws pricking my skin as he mounted me fast, no hesitation. His breath was thick and ragged right above my head. That thick canine cock slapped my ass, then tracked down, pressing hot and slippery between my cheeks. The pointed tip wedged itself at my entrance, jabbed hard, slipped off, poked my thigh.
I reached between my legs, found him by feel—harder than any human cock I’d ever touched, hot and slick with that weird rubbery texture. I lined the tip up with my pussy and shoved my hips back.
He slammed in.
The force of it made me cry out, an ugly choked sound. Carmen gripped my wrists, holding them in place while Kane’s cock barreled inside me—stretching, filling, the tip flaring wider as it went deeper. He humped fast, each thrust punching further than the last, and the pre-cum pouring out of him made it so easy it felt like I’d been lubed for hours.
It hurt, but I wanted the hurt. I wanted the burn, the exact sense-memory of Carmen on this same rug, her pussy stretched to the limit by that knot. I wanted the same thing inside me—wanted to be filled and stuck and cum-soaked. I felt the base of his cock slap against my lips, the knot already starting to swell, fat and insistent.
He fucked me hard, faster than any boy ever had. The wet slap of his hips filled the whole room. Carmen stayed in front of me, kneeling, her face close, almost laughing.
“You’re getting knotted by your own dog,” she whispered. “God, you’re such a fucking animal, Bethy.”
I stared at her and wanted to spit in her mouth. Instead I bit her shoulder, hard, and she gasped, then shoved her crotch right at my face. Her cunt was still covered in our mixed slick, shiny and open from Kane’s earlier claiming. I went for it, licking her deep, tasting myself mixed with his leftover cum and her own wetness.
His knot battered at my entrance with every thrust, stretching me wider each time, and I could feel my body starting to give. My clit throbbed every time he shoved in. The pressure built until I couldn’t think, couldn’t see—just animal pounding and Carmen’s taste flooding my mouth.
“Gnnh—fuck—he’s gonna—” I barely got the words out, buried in her.
The knot forced inside in one single brutal thrust.
I screamed into Carmen’s cunt, my whole body seizing around the bulk of him. The pressure was unreal—like being split in half and glued back together at the same time. The knot locked us tight, pulsing hard, and then the first thick wave of his cum shot inside me, hot and sharp and so much I could feel it pooling deep.
I came at the same second, legs shaking so hard I almost collapsed onto the rug. My pussy clenched and fluttered around that fat locked knot, milking it for every heavy spurt. Kane howled above us, a raw satisfied sound, then fell into a deep, panting rhythm while his cock kept throbbing and emptying.
Carmen kissed my neck, my shoulder, her hands stroking slow down my sides to ease the shakes as I rode the aftershocks. She was laughing, high and a little wild, watching Kane’s cock pulse and fill me.
“God, you’re such a mess,” she whispered. “You’re leaking all over the floor already.”
I didn’t care. I just let it happen—let Kane keep giving those shallow little humps against the lock, let my body ride every aftershock. The shame was gone for now. All I felt was the stretch, the heat, the total claiming.
The knot kept me plugged, locked, helpless. I glanced up and saw Carmen’s eyes, wide and dark and hungry.
Kane stayed locked for a long time. When the swelling finally eased he pulled free with a wet sound and a last dribble of cum. He didn’t go far. Instead he dropped down right beside us on the rug, heavy body warm against my side, and started licking—slow, careful swipes over my shoulder, my neck, then down to clean the mess between my legs. His big tongue was gentle now, almost tender, lapping up what had leaked out while he made soft little contented sounds in his chest.
I reached back and buried my fingers in the thick fur at his neck, scratching the way he liked. Carmen crawled closer and did the same, both of us petting him while he cleaned us. She leaned over and kissed the corner of my mouth, soft, then lower, tasting the salt on my skin. I kissed her back, slower this time, hands roaming her back, her hips, the places Kane’s paws had left faint red marks.
We stayed like that, quiet, taking care of each other. Carmen wiped a smear of cum off my thigh with her fingers and then licked them clean without looking away from me. I brushed her hair out of her face and kissed the bite mark I’d left on her shoulder. Kane’s warm bulk stayed pressed against us the whole time, occasionally nosing one of us for more pets, his breathing finally slowing.
Afterwards we curled up together on the sticky rug, Kane sprawled heavy beside us, tongue lolling. The sun hit the room at that same lazy afternoon angle it had when we’d first come upstairs.
Neither of us said anything for a while. We just lay there, legs tangled, watching the slow red pulse of his cock as it faded back into its sheath. I was still leaking, still open, still hollowed out by the knot.
It felt perfect.
I pulled Carmen close, kissed her mouth, tasted the leftover salt and dog on her tongue. She grinned against my lips.
“Next time,” she whispered, “we do it together.”
I laughed, throat rough.
“Yeah. Next time.”
Because we both knew there was going to be a next time.
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