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Subject: "HEATHER AND HAMLET" - M.C.G.
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"HEATHER AND HAMLET"
by: Nevyn
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I was working from home, something I had promised
Heather I wouldn't do. I had my little Toshiba lap-top,
connected to my office Mainframe via modem, and I was
processing sales transactions. I was behind, end of
month looming ominously, and so I had to have 200 orders
completed before midnight. O god I hate paperwork!
Still, no need to be uncomfortable; I was seated in the
big, soft, rocker in front of the fireplace, balloon of
brandy on the side table, and Zamphir on the CD player.
Heather glided down the stairs in a stunning lacy
flowing thing, with dangly bits, and exciting acres of
olive flesh showing. "Anything I can do to help?" She
ran her hands around the back of my neck. I whimpered
softly.
"Sorry, honey I have GOT to get these fucking sales
thingummies done."
"What would happen if you just said `fuckit' and did
them tomorrow, and came and made love with me instead?".
Heather accidentally opened her gown slightly to show an
endless length of tanned leg.
"Month's-end roll-over will be held up, my boss will
get pissed off, and I'll probably be publicly
humiliated." I resolutely ignored her and continued
tapping away at the keyboard.
"You did promise you would never let work follow you
home..."
"...if I could avoid it, I said"
"And nothing I can do will drag you away from the
keyboard?"
"Nope. I am going to discipline myself. I have will
power. I will finish this huge, steaming mound of
paperwork and be a hero." I shored up my resolve. I will
do it. I can. Nothing can stop me!!!
"O.K." and she left. I felt rotten. I really had
promised not to work at home.
Heather returned with Hamlet, our Great Dane dog.
Hamlet is a beautiful beast. Harlequin coat, glossy, and
with golden light playing over it from the flickering
fireplace. Well muscled, he has cute, pointing ears, and
an intelligent head he cocks to the side when you speak
to him. I love that dog. We have been through hell
together, and lived to tell about it. And we have been
lovers for years.
Hamlet sat on the sheepskin rug in front of the
fireplace, and Heather began brushing him, something
that Hamlet loves; long, slow strokes, following the
contours of his body. Hamlet was soaking it up, wagging
his tail slightly, and arching his neck up in pleasure.
Did I mention that Hamlet likes being brushed? Actually
it gets him horny. Horny as hell.
Heather was sitting on the floor on another sheepskin
next to him, and Hamlet lifted a paw and put it into her
lap, thumping his massive tail on the ground. The noise
caused me to glance back up from my lap-top, and I
noticed (as I am wont to look out for things like that)
that he was getting a hardon. Four inches of wet, pink
meat as thick as your dick sticking out from the end of
his sheath, bobbing up and down in rhythm to his
panting.
Heather was alternately rubbing the brush, then her
hand down his body, following the smooth curves of his
muscles. Abruptly Hamlet threw himself to the ground and
rolled over onto his back. He stretched his front paws
up and toward Heather, and spread his rear legs wide
apart, flattening himself out to fully expose his
magnificent genitals. He twisted his head around so his
nose was touching Heather's knees, and snorted loudly.
"Awwww, wassa madda, you big ole softy you". Heather
sat up, then knelt next to him and dragged her nails
from his elbows, down through his armpits, down his
chest, across his belly, alongside his sheath, and over
his balls. I could almost hear Hamlet purring. Lord
knows I would be! Heather caught me staring at the scene
playing out at my feet. "Look you, go back to your work.
You were too busy, remember?"
"Errr, ahhhm. errrm." I went back to typing, my hands
shaking ever so slightly.
Heather had the brush, and was working on Hamlet's
front. I peeped over the display of the lap-top to watch
this erotic side-show play out before me. Hamlet was
writhing and wriggling around on the sheepskin, in
absolute heaven, trying, almost innocently, to get
Heather to rub his genitals with her hand. Slowly,
torturously, Heather was brushing his chest and belly,
occasionally brushing his groin along his sheath, now
stretching around his hardon, and over his balls, to
around to his arse.
Hamlet groaned, and sighed deeply. I sighed deeply and
groaned as I tried to balance the lap-top in my lap that
had suddenly become mountainous.
Discarding the brush, Heather was now just stroking
the dog, running her hands up and down his full length,
teasing him as she lightly played her hands over his
hard dick, still encased in its sheath, and running
lightly over and around his balls. Chasing the elusive
nuts around in their black velvet pouch, one hand
fondled his ballbag, while the other was being brushed
down his chest.
Heather moved around, walking on her knees to behind
Hamlet's reclined form. As she leant forward to scratch
his chest, her negligee draped over his exposed tool,
and slithered down, stimulating him further. Bending
further so her cheek was touching the soft, downy fur on
his chest, she hugged him fiercely, sliding her face
down his belly, then lightly kissed the exposed tip of
his dick before running her tongue along the sensitive
under-side, nuzzling her face into the warm silky soft
skin of his balls as her hands massaged his thighs
heavily. "Mmmmmm, I am definitely getting turned on by
you. Who's a good boy then, hmm?".
Hamlet wagged his tail, thumping it into Heather's
thighs. Abruptly she stood and began to undo her top.
Hamlet, thinking, I guess, that the game was over,
rolled over onto his paws, and looked up at her. "Hey,
hey big fellah. You just roll over again, hmmm? Lets
take care of that big problem of yours."
Cocking his head from side to side, Hamlet thumped his
tail again. Now naked, Heather squatted next to him and
began scratching along his under-side with her nails.
Again Hamlet rolled over with his front paws extended
toward her, and his back legs splayed out to give full
access to his publics.
Moving around so she was in front of his head, Heather
placed her knees on either side of his head. Carefully,
she leant forward over his chest, and, placing her palms
on the floor near his back legs, lowered her mouth
toward his dick, tickling its sensitive head just
lightly with the tip of her tongue.
In the meantime, I could hear Hamlet sniffing loudly,
tracking the faint scent of Heather's sex. Even without
lifting his head off the floor, his muzzle was long
enough for his tongue to snake out and caress Heather's
pussy lips.
Supporting herself with one hand, Heather held the
base of Hamlet's sheath with the other, and running her
mouth up and down the exposed length of his shaft,
quickly slid her tongue quickly around the tip. As
Hamlet's tongue slapped against her twat, she jerked
slightly, then hummed with deep pleasure.
The spectacle of Heather and Hamlet sixty-nining at my
feet was sending my libido through the roof. Let alone
type any more sales transactions, I was so randy now I
could hardly keep the Tosh in my lap! A large,
struggling and uncomfortable thing in my trousers, with
every suck and lap from the pair on the floor, my cock
twitched, and my balls ached as I watched, fascinated.
Now engorged to its full seven or so inches (you
really DO have to see a dogs erect tool to really
appreciate how well hung they are!) and proudly released
from its sheath, Hamlet's dick slipped deep, deep down
Heather's throat, her lips sliding easily down around
the sensitive meat. Thrusting his hips up off the floor
to push his dong further into the wanting cavity, Hamlet
and lapping frantically at Heather's pussy, nuzzling his
(I imagine cold, wet) nose into the crack of her arse as
she squirmed her hips down onto his muzzle, making moans
of pleasure.
Abruptly she pulled back her head, and a small jet of
clear fluid shot out of the tiny aperture of Hamlet's
dick as his hips thrust forward, and splashed against
her breasts.
"Uh uh! Not so fast! Can't have you going off yet!
Have to satisfy ME first." Lifting one knee over
Hamlet's head, Heather turned around so now she was
positioned over his dick.
Pulling back on the base of his sheath where it joins
his crotch, Heather made his dick stand vertically,
glistening wetly in the golden glow of the fire.
Bracing one hand on Hamlet's chest with the other
holding his meat upright, she guided the tip of his dick
around the entrance to her pussy, stimulating both
herself and Hamlet. Carefully locating the tip into her
opening and slowly sliding down the length of his rigid
hardon, her pussy lips caressed down the entire length
of his dick. Her head back and eyes closed, she sighed
with the pleasure, savouring, I imagine, the feeling of
Hamlet's meat well inside her.
Hamlet groaned a deep, long groan of satisfaction too.
From a kneeling position, Heather was only able to
move up and down a couple of inches. Bringing her knees
up and crouching over Hamlet, now she could ride up and
down the entire length of his dick. Having been on the
receiving end of the same treatment from Heather myself,
I knew the erotic stimulation Hamlet's dick was
receiving, and Hamlet was responding by thrusting his
hips forward off the floor to drive his meat further
into her as she rode down, impaling herself.
Demanding to be released to frolic and cavort with the
couple at my fett. In my trousers my dick was a
jumping, twanging demon, (with a slimy head) and I could
feel my will- power slipping!
The base of his dick had receded to its normal
diameter when Hamlet had rolled over, but stimulating
him toward orgasm as Heather rode,it began to expand
again. Making an audible sucking sound as it was
withdrawn, each time it reappeared from inside Heather's
twat, it had swelled slightly, and every time Heather
reached the limit of her downward travel, as Hamlet's
hips thrust forward, she was effectively sitting on his
groin. I estimated she must have had at least seven
inches of hot dog-meat pulsing inside her.
Finally, so big had that swelling become, Heather was
having to force herself down on Hamlet's dick,
stretching her pussy lips around the lump of flesh at
the base. "Oh yeah, good boy. Mmmmm, that feels sooooo
goood. What a goood dog."
Only the pressure of the changes of force were
stimulating her now, no actual movement. Squatting up
and down, Heather had her eyes closed and her head back,
crooning to Hamlet, whose dick had grown so large that
it was wedged tightly into her hole. Convulsively,
Hamlet began to thrust his hips upwards, and the tempo
of Heather's riding increasing, her fingers knotting
into the fur on Hamlet's chest, nails gouging into flesh
as she rode toward the crest of her pleasure, I could
tell they were both nearing a crescendo.
"Oh yesss, come on boy, whose a good doggy huh, Oooohh
MMmmm yesyesyes, ahhhhhh". Fully tied to him by his
swollen knot, faster now, and faster, Heather rode
Hamlet's dick. Hamlet pushed his hips off the floor,
and licking his lips loudly, smacking his tongue around
his jowls, the pulses of his dick drove Heather higher.
I could see he was coming, squirting his sperm deep
inside my wife.
"Ohhhhhhhh that feels good, Gonna make me come...
Gonna make me come! I'm gonna COME! Oh oh oh oh.. I'm
coming! Oh Hamlet, you're making me come!!
AAAaauuuurrgh! Good boy, what a GOOD BOY!!
OOOOooohhhhh...." Both hands digging into Hamlet's
chest, her head thrown back, Heather bounced up and down
as she exclaimed her arrival. Gripping the top edge of
the display of my Toshiba, my knuckles were white as
Heather ground her hips down onto Hamlet's belly, his
dick still firmly plugged into her, and savoured the
wash of the orgasm through her. "Oooohhh that feels
good. Can feel you squirting boy. What a good dog. Whose
a good boy, huh? Mmmmm".
As she massaged his chest, Hamlet was still now, eyes
half closed, body awash in the flow of the orgasm he
floated in. Suddenly falling forward and circling
Hamlet's chest with her arms, Heather nuzzled up to his
soft jowls, kissing him firmly on his lips, below his
nose, and in a display of true passion, chasing it with
her own as his tongue snaked out, opened her mouth and
took it in. By the way his muscles were flexing, I
knew that somewhere in Heather's deep recesses, his cock
was still pumping come.
"O.K. You win!" Dumping the lap-top onto the coffee
table, I fairly leapt out of the chair, shedding all my
clothes in one quick movement. "I give up! I couldn't do
it! Please, please, please, please, can I have a turn
now, huh, huh, huh?".
Heather looked up at me, standing there on front of
Hamlet and her, buck naked, hardon bobbing as though on
a string, and sooooo randy, I was shaking, and as she
sat up, smiled. "Hang on, weren't you the guy who was
too busy for sex?" She reached up and tracing a finger
around my nipple, down my chest, just lightly touched
the slick-tip of my dick. Remember, his engorged dick
wedged tightly into her, she was still tied to Hamlet,
and until his dick finally receded and she was released,
they would remain like that for at least another twenty
minutes. Until then, she was savouring the intimate
embrace.
"All finished!" I lied.
"Well then I guess it's okay to do something about you
too." Reaching towards me, Heather lightly ran her hands
around my ballbag, just enough to tickle. Moving
forward, my feet either side of Hamlet's head, I ran my
hands through her hair as she took my dick into her
mouth. Ahhh!, the feeling of warm, experienced lips
closing around my meat.
Heather knows EXACTLY what I like, and running her
tongue around the sensitive under-side of my dick with
precision, she peeled back my foreskin with her lips.
Leaning forward slightly, kneeling on the floor again,
she pulled her head back, and then sucking my dick in,
slid one hand up the shaft and while the other played
with my balls, I pulled her head onto my length and
began thrusting forward with my hips.
Watching Heather screw Hamlet had brought me most
of the way already, and as she sucked me, the feel of
those warm lips playing up and down my shaft quickly
brought me quickly to the edge of ejaculation. Feeling
the electricity of my orgasm approaching as my dick slid
into her mouth, I thrust forward.
Bringing herself toward another orgasm, Heather
started riding Hamlet's dick again and quickly as she
rode, eyes half closed in pleasure, Hamlet was squirting
come into her. (I love the staying power of dogs. They
can orgasm continuously for about twenty minutes. Makes
me jealous as hell). Harder she sucked, and faster she
moved her head, her fingers scratching at my perineum.
Trying to hold off orgasm, gripping the side of her
head as I thrust my hips forward, the thought of
Hamlet's fleshy dick spurting inside my wife as she rode
it to her orgasm kept intruding into my thoughts, and I
couldn't hold back. Slam! My dick jumped as I felt my
muscles squeeze the first pulse of come into Heather's
mouth.
Fairly bouncing up and down on Hamlet now, moaning in
the throes of her second orgasm. at that moment, Heather
pulled her head back and began jerking off my dick with
her hand. Her hand pumping on my shaft, I grunted as my
muscles forced thick come to squirt from my dick and
impact onto Heather's breasts and grabbing my dick with
my own hand, as I vigorously jerked myself off, I
watched fascinated as she rubbed my come into her
breasts as she came.
Dripping down to land in his chest fur and matting his
hair, Hamlet would spend ages tracking down the scent
and trying to lick up the remainder of my semen.
Finally the wave of orgasm receded, and I stepped
back. I would have preferred Heather to swallow my come,
I mean it is very erotic to come into a swallowing
mouth, but this was Heather's show, and I knew what she
wanted next as she once more leaned forward over Hamlet.
Smelling my come on her, Hamlet craned his neck
forward and loudly started lapping it off Heather's
breasts. Scratching him on the top of his head and
praising him for a good dog, when her breasts were clean
of come, I knelt at his head, and allowed him to clean
the come off my hand and dick. Hamlet has a soft,
velvety tongue, and he is very gentle, so him cleaning
me was very erotic.
Kissing Heather whilst she was still locked to Hamlet,
we hugged but after a few minutes, their embrace broke.
Instantly curling up as his dick slithered free, he
began licking his own and Heather's juices from his
genitals as, work forgotten, Heather and I stood and
retreated to the bedroom.
THE END
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"HEATHER AND HAMLET"
Author: Nevyn
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