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Archive name: hamlet.txt (MF/MF-dogs)
Authors name: Nevyn
Story title : Hamlet and Xanth
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Hamlet and Xanth (MF/MF-dogs)
by Nevyn (No address provided)
I'm sitting here in front of my PC remembering Saturday,
sort of a usual Saturday with a bit of a twist. At 8:30
Heather got up out of bed (I can't understand people who
can get up early on a Saturday!) and started pottering
about in the kitchen. I closed my eyes with a view to
another hour or two's kip when I heard Kathump kathump,
kathump kathump, KATHUMP KATHUMP, WALLOP!!
Two great huge heavy weights thumped onto the bed almost
breaking my spine and rupturing my innards (or worse,
turning my innards into outards). Before I was able to
open my eyes, my face was being smeared by what felt like
a wet, warm sponge, no, two wet warm sponges, and my body
felt like it was pinned to the bed by a tree trunk.
Muffled I heard a merry voice say "Good morning,
sleepyhead. Get up. You got a swimming pool to dig
today."
Trying to sit up but failing, I said "Mmmglurph glarp."
Bad mistake. As soon as my lips were parted, Hamlets
slimy tongue slipped into my mouth and halfway down my
throat. I honestly wouldn't mind, except I know what he
sometimes finds and eats! My arms were pinned down by
the weight of both the dogs on the bed spread, and my
shoulders were held down by Hamlets paws. Xanth was
lying across my hips, and I was completely pinned down.
Hamlet had covered my face with drool, and cleaned out my
nose and mouth with his tongue, and worse, I was getting
a hard on that was becoming painful, as it was underneath
the bedspread held down by Xanth.
Eventually I managed to move my right leg out to the side
of the bed, and gain enough leverage to bend my leg so I
could roll out from underneath the two monsters. Now
that I was free I leapt onto the bed rolling Hamlet over
and pinning him beneath me. With his rear legs bent, but
splayed out to the side, his genitals were fully exposed
and he was at my mercy. Xanth was still lying near the
foot of the bed, probably asleep already.
I sat on Hamlet so his nuts was pressing against my
arsehole, and our dicks were pressed against each other,
my thighs above his legs, and my legs curling below his
legs, so my heels were pushed against the base of his
spine, and I began vigorously scratching my fingers up
and down his chest. Hamlet thrashed his head to the side
trying to bite my knee, and waved his front paws in the
air as I lay on top of him, pressing my naked body
against his chest, and nuzzling the side of my face
against his jowls.
The old hormones were beginning to boil in my
bloodstream, as my dick reached its full engorgement and
pressed hard against Hamlets dick, also beginning to
grow, covered in its hairy sheath. I sat up and reached
behind me to scratch between his nuts and anus, making
him growl a deep rumble of pleasure and lick his jowls,
causing wet slapping sounds. Running one hand up and
down his chest and over his small nipples (I don't know
if he has sensitive nipples, but he has never complained,
so I guess he likes it) I could start pulling his sheath
back and forward over his dick.
Instantly it began swelling and extending (these guys are
such pushovers) and it glistened red and wet. I raised
myself on my knees and pulled his dick back and upright,
then slowly lowered myself onto his hot, pulsing meat.
The point pressed against my hole, and slowly, slowly I
took the full length of it up my arse.
Hamlets eyes were glazing over, as he lay perfectly
still, savoring the novelty of being screwed on his back.
Hinging my knees and bracing one hand next to his nuts
behind me so I could hold and guide his dick, and the
other on his chest I could run my sphincter up and down
the length of his thin wet shaft. Hot meat filled my
butt and the sensation was making me ooze out the end of
my dick.
As I reached the end of my strokes, my buttocks pressed
against his groin, and the full length of his shaft
inside me, I would pause slightly, and at each pause, I
could feel the base of his dick swelling bigger. Until
it plugged my hole completely, still swelling so we were
tied together, mated so I couldn't remove him from inside
me if I had wanted to. Deep, deep in my hole I could
feel him contracting his muscles, and red-hot lava poured
into me: Hamlet at the peak of his pleasure was coming
into my arse, filling me with his passion.
At first, when I was tied to Hamlet, it felt as though I
was being reamed with a baseball bat, so big was the
swelling that my hole could barely stretch around him,
but as I grew more accustomed to it, the feeling of being
so intimately tied to him is so intense, so fulfilling.
Still his come was pumping into me making me nearly come
myself from the sensations.
When I felt him pause, I would squeeze my own muscles
against the whole of his shaft to prolong his pleasure.
Slowly I edged backward and lay back with a pillow under
my hips, so now we were both laying on our backs, butt to
butt, with his pulsing cock still bound tightly into me,
and as I lay back, I was face to face with Xanth.
I caressed her ears, head and neck, and she looked up and
licked my face, wagging her tail. I took her tongue into
my mouth, and kissed her on the lips, as I ran my hands
over her lovely silky body, each movement of my arms
causing a reaction that would make Hamlet spurt fresh
come into my depths. I scratched her down the ridge of
her back, and she rolled over slightly, displaying her
magnificent collection of nipples. I turned my head so I
could take one into my mouth, and nuzzled my face into
her warm, soft belly fur, sucking like a puppy, and
feeling so secure and safe in the embrace of my animals.
Each time I shifted I would feel Hamlets dick, which may
have been softening a little, surge back to rigidity and
a fresh wave of his hot fluid would squeeze out up my
hole around his hut stiff doggy dick.
I was so blind horny that pre-come was pooling into a
small lake on my own stomach, I was being elevated to a
state of randiness that release would bring oblivion. I
fondled Xanth and sucked her nipples, while my male dog
was releasing himself to his fullest inside me.
We stayed locked in that embrace for at least half an
hour. Finally, finally Hamlets dick began to subside, I
could feel its tight grip up my rectum start to relent,
as the passion washed out of him.
Sated he was starting to pack up his tools, as it were.
Me however, I was as randy as they make them. I moved to
stand up, and I felt Hamlets dick pull right out of my
arse, barely allowing me to keep the semen from splatting
out.
Xanth raised her head as I got off the bed and looked at
me with her big trusting eyes, thumping her tail on the
bed and stretching a paw out at me. I scratched the top
of her head as she yawned hugely. She sniffed my dick
and licked casually at the wetness of the lubricant.
I had an idea, something I hadn't tried before. Holding
Xanth's head still with one hand, I guided my cock into
the side of her mouth, into the flap of jowl. That
wonderful, intelligent dog of mine stayed perfectly
still, not moving a muscle, as my dick slid its full
length into the side of her mouth, the head slipping
along next to her teeth (surprisingly they are really
smooth, and so well lubed with her saliva they were
slippery like her gums). Now I could grip my dick
through the flesh of her jowls, and rub the cheek up and
down the length of my dick.
What an incredible feeling! Her mouth was really warm,
and feeling my dick through her cheek was awesome. I
would describe it like jerking off while your dick is
covered in a big, warm, furry condom, but that really
doesn't come close. Perhaps closer to giving yourself
head.
Anyway the feeling was incredible, and I began rubbing
her jowl faster along my dick, seeing it inside her
mouth, and feeling the fur and my own meat with my hand.
Xanth was still staying stock still, not sure, I guess,
what was going on. I was getting closer to orgasm, and
losing rational thought, the novelty of getting a blowjob
from my dog, and seeing my dick vanishing and reappearing
into the loose flesh of her jowl, being pressed against
my dick.
Now I couldn't hold back, as I was thrusting into her
mouth, rising higher toward orgasm, until, Pow, Zap
zapzap, electricity flowed through me, up through my body
into my head, orgasm thudded into me. Semen squirted
into Xanth's mouth, wad after wad of thick, white come
flooded into her.
I dug my fingers into the side of her head, scratching
her ears convulsively as I came, the novelty of the
experience prolonging my pleasure. And still the waves
were washing through me, coming still, forcing the come
into Xanth. I gripped my dick again through her flesh,
squeezing the last of the come, and pleasure, into her
mouth and withdrawing, even then small bolts of pleasure
gripping my muscles.
Now Xanth moved, licking her jowls and swallowing my
come, wagging her tail and smacking her lips, enjoying
every morsel of her breakfast snack.
"Come on, breakfast is ready. Pancakes and maple syrup,"
called a sweet voice from the kitchen.
"I just got a blowjob from Xanth," I declared in
return.
"And you didn't let me watch, bastard. Hey," the voice
was closer now, "I thought you'd still be shagged out
from last nights performance. I'm still sore from the
cucumber." Heather rubbed her pussy through the thin
fabric of her dressing gown. "Ah! Don't forget you were
going to bath the dogs today."
Goddamn. Forgot. They WERE a bit whiffy, but bathing
them was a tremendous effort. You imagine trying to keep
a dog that weighs more than you from leaping out of the
bath while they are still waterlogged, or from eating the
soap. Fuck it. "O.K. Which one do you want?"
"Wrong again! Darryl and Janene are coming over at
11:00 and we are bottling peaches all day. You get
both" Goddamn. Both of the monsters.
Breakfast. Yummm. Maple syrup. Hot pancakes. Yummm
The day was slated to be a cracker. Absolute heaven,
blue sky horizon to horizon, not a cloud to be seen.
Perfect weather to be doing nothing but lying in the sun
like a pregnant lizard, no worries or cares. Just bliss.
Unfortunately I was in the process of wresting Xanth into
the tub. Twelve stone of eel. Why, O Lord why don't
they like getting into the tub. They love being wet,
they love getting washed, they love being dried off. But
they will not, WILL NOT get into the tub!!! Eventually
(as usual) I just lifted her bodily into the tub. We
have a huge bathroom, tiled everywhere, and a great big
spa bath, three-seater at least. I wash the dogs in here
'cause it's easier (I think) than doing it with buckets
outside.
Washing the dogs is easiest in three sections. Rear
first, then middle, then head. In between washing their
middle and head, I rewashed their whole body. You see,
the first shampoo barely suds, just washing off the
surface dirt, and revealing the more fundamental mess
underneath. Then their head last, 'cause neither of them
really likes having their ears wet.
Naked is the best way for me to be too, otherwise
anything I'm wearing fills up with dog hair and clogs the
washing machine. Also, let's face it, I'm kinky as hell!
While I'm washing them, I like to bring them to orgasm
too. Xanth I played with just before washing her head,
stimulating her nipples with my soapy hands, until she
was begging me to enter her. Then inserting one finger,
two, and slowly fucking her with my fingers. She started
humping up and down my fingers, really slippery from the
water mixing with her love juices. I kept my fingers
pushing into her, and letting her hump their entire
length, until she orgasmed, squeezing her vagina muscles
onto my fingers, smacking her lips loudly as she came.
(and burbled as it came? Hmmm gives the Jabberwocky a
whole new meaning!) With my fingers as far into her as
they could go, I could feel the convulsions as she bathed
in her ecstasy. Finally they became less frequent and
violent as the pleasure washed out, leaving her sated.
After I withdrew my fingers, Xanth leapt around and
swatted me playfully with a paw. 40 liters of water
leapt around too, and swatted me playfully. Sigh. Most
of it would flow down the floor drain.
Hamlet I washed the same way (why change a formula that
works, right?), after I eventually got him in the tub,
but I didn't make him come this time. Nope, I had plans
for this laddie and his meat this time.
When I had finally got him clean, form the tip of his
tail to the tip of his nose, and in between carefully
washing his dick and inside his sheath as much as
possible, and scrubbing around and in his arsehole (you
never know when you might want to screw him), I rinsed
him off, and began toweling him off. Xanth is very
blase' about being dried:- she just stands there and
takes it, but Hamlet loves it. He bites at the towel and
snuffles through my legs, trying to rip the towel into
tiny bits. All the while it gets him horny as hell.
Dry as I would be able to get him, and with some of the
water cleaned up from the floor, it was time for he and
Xanth to be brushed, something else they both love. I
took them into the guest room to brush them, listening as
I passed the hall to the sounds of preserving coming from
the kitchen. Darryl and Janene were with Heather in the
kitchen. Good friends of ours. We were slowly sort of
negotiating with them a foursome. It would happen, but
in it's own good time.
The dogs' coats become so soft and silky smooth after
they have been bathed, I can never resist rubbing all of
my naked body up and down theirs. So soft and warm as I
cuddled them both to me, while I brushed. I had to brush
them alternating fairly regularly, or one would get
jealous and push in between me and the other.
I got Hamlet to lie down and roll over so I could brush
out the loose fur on his stomach and chest. He would
wave his legs in the air and try to bite my knees, making
deep groaning noises of pleasure as I brushed him. His
dick was getting hard too, as he was becoming horny as
me. Slowly I began rubbing his sheath over his meat,
getting instant response from him, hunching his hips up
to meet my hand, thrusting into it. I teased him a
little, bringing him close to coming, then pausing, to
let him recede again. Lowering my head, I breathed in
deeply and took in the scent of him, slightly damp, but
clean, and tickled the sensitive tip of his now huge,
pulsing cock with my tongue. Instantly a jet of almost
clear fluid spurted onto my face. I grabbed his dick
through his sheath hard, and began pumping it up and
down, at the same time sucking on his dick quite
strongly.
Hamlet pushed his hips up, sinking his dong into my mouth
and squirting his come into in stream after stream. His
come tasted slightly salty, but not unpleasant. It was
quite thin, (don't let anyone tell you it is thick like
human come) and there was a lot of it. Jet after jet
squirting down my throat, as I swallowed it all, Hamlet
pushing his long red dong into my mouth so my lips were
running up and down the whole length of his wanting
shaft. I sucked harder and more come squirted in,
flooding my taste buds with that warm juice. I massaged
his balls in their black sack, and pumped the base of his
dick.
Now I was horny as hell, so I sat up and kneeled next to
him, still pumping his dick with one hand, and my own
with my other hand. The slick, clear juice of my own
pre-come covered the head of my dick, and I could have
fucked him up the arse then and there, but instead after
only a few pumps on my super-stiff dick, I began feeling
the tang of orgasm stirring within me. I leaned over
Hamlet, and pointed my dick at the base of his as I
started spurting my thick come onto him. I could still
taste his sperm in my mouth as I watched my come splash
against his dick, getting spread over the whole length of
his meat by my hand pulling him off.
This brought a fresh series of spurts from him, and
seeing his come squirt into the air to land high up his
chest prolonged my own orgasm. Thick come pulsed out my
dick again, and began to flow over Hamlets balls and
around the base of his dick. Electricity gripped me
still as the orgasm held me, blind to anything but the
sex between us.
Not so intense, now the pleasure started leaving me,
feeling drained and exhausted from the intensity of the
orgasm. Hamlet sat up as soon as I released him and
began licking my and his come off is balls and dong.
Xanth wandered up from sleeping in the corner and
snuffled into my groin, licking the come off my hands and
dick, still getting small twangs of pleasure out of my
anti-climatic state. I caressed both my dogs with
genuine love, letting them know they were good dogs,
letting them both nuzzle their noses against my body.
I wrapped a towel around me and went to my room to dress.
The dogs I left to wander into the kitchen to annoy the
cooks. I soon followed them into the kitchen, and my
wife came up and hugged me and kissed me on the mouth.
"Thank you for washing them both. Have fun?"
"Same as usual," I said and grinned.
Heather grinned back and said, "Good. Hope you
still have some energy left to start the swimming
pool with Darryl!"
by Nevyn
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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