Story Code: m/f, m+/f, f/Dog, Public Sex, Group Sex, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism Beast

    Resting in the back seat of our car, I was waiting for the swelling from the Irish Setter's knot to release me and the night was suddenly quiet, my ears still with ringing bells, that thrilling animal cock continuing to pulse inside me, so deep inside, each twitch hit at the very heart of me, the mingled cum oozing along my bottom, John was holding my hand watching his dog and me tied together.

    I reached out; his cock was flaccid but covered in his own spunk from watching our hot action. He hadn't fucked me but came all over himself while watching his dog fucking me. "You made me cum, just watching you and the dog," he whispered in my hot ear.

    "It had all began with a dirty book in class," I said.

    "What was that?" he asked.

    I told him all about the German soldiers and soldier number five who got the exhausted French girl hot enough to take over the act; how She fucked Him instead of the other way around after the first four Germans had violated her against her will because he was kind to the girl and how she used him to bring her to her first real orgasm.

    Just telling John about the story took me back to school reading the dirty book, the Irish setter's huge knot now withdrawing, pulling out, slipping out, making my cunt spasm all over again, was this the end to my evening with John and the Irish setter? Just at that moment, as the dog was finally able to withdraw his cock from my body I heard John say, "Oh No!"

    A car drove up beside ours! Not just close by us but right next to us. I looked over from the back seat. There were guys in the car, young men that were looking over at us, shining a torch into our car and, 'Please don't shine it in the back seat' I thought. Which of course they did and there I was, naked, my cunt dripping with dog cum and my own cum, the setter with his long dick out if its sheath and the pointed tip still touching my pussy lips, licking at my chest and neck.

    John was occupied covering up his own wet dick, but not fast enough for us that night. I couldn't cover up; my dress was draped over the back of the front seat. How much time does it take to view a picture? One, one hundredth of a second and these five guys were out of their car and opening the doors of our car, two of them in the front seat and three outside.

    It got worse, they weren't just any five young men, they were five of the boys from my class who had let me read their dirty book, I remembered what I had said as I threw their book back at them and one of them looked at me now and said, laughing, "Disgusting!"

    He could see the fear in my eyes; they knew me; these weren't five strangers, five German soldiers far from home, far away from their wives and girlfriends. "Don't worry," he said, "we won't tell tales out of school but you're one fine piece of tail and we're hot for some, right now?"

    He looked at the other faces looking at us there in the back seat. John had nothing to say. What could he say? John sat back, totally outnumbered, out flanked, sombre and quiet as first one and then other boys came into the back seat. I was so wet, I mean as in dripping wet, the setter lay on the floor in front of John's feet, licking down his swollen cock as each boy in turn fucked me and filled me with his own cum, one load, and then a second, a third. I wasn't keeping count, just waiting, exhausted for it all to end.

    They went back to their car except one boy, that would be number five and I'm back into the story in the dirty book. Number five and both the boy and I knowing the dirty story with German soldier number five, there in the French farmhiuse bedroom with the comely French maiden, well not maiden with number five soldier, there she was in the story and here I was now on a silent night, my body exhausted my eyes closed and just waiting for the story to finish.

    The boys had read the book, too, and boy number five came into the back seat beside me already naked at his waist, his cock already stiff, "Just hold me," he said.

    I opened my eyes, came back from the dirty book into the 'Now' as in 'Right Now!' In the back seat ready to close the book after being fucked by number five and he was talking to me. John in the other seat waiting for our nightmare to finish and the boy saying: "Just hold me."

    I looked at him and down at his cock, just one more cock I thought but then I looked and held him and his cock was stiff but I had trouble holding him. His cock was huge, bigger than the Irish setter's cock along its shaft but not as fat around as the dog's knot.

    Number five's cock was pulsing in my hand, pre-cum oozing from its eye and I lifted a finger to play with his wetness, rubbing it over him, and down the shaft. He was staring at me and he was the best looking of the group; smooth skin, hair combed back, his pubic hair was blonde and I brushed it back. His cock was hot in my hand, more pre-cum running down as I held him, I began to stroke him, looked at the other car, the four boys werem't looking at us, John still sitting perfectly still, the Irish setter licked my hand and licked the boy's cock. It was number five's turn to be red-faced.

    "That's the first time," the boy said. "A pretty dog with all that red hair. I can't believe I let him lick me but it felt good."

    I nodded my head at him, my fingers and the dogs tongue playing with his cock, I knew all about those things. The dog's tongue on my fingers and his dick and the pre-cum dripping on my hand being lapped up by the dog, number five's eyes were closed, he was licking his lips and there I was back in the book again, but all of this was happening to me, just as it happened with that French girl. My breathing started up, like hers, and I knew this was all wrong and what is the word? 'Disgusting,' truly disgusting, but now I understood the 'dirty book' was actually a good story, that it could happen and, surprise, surprise it was happening to me, tonight, and even with all the cocks and tongues that I'd already had tonight and all the cum filling my cunt, I wanted more and I wanted it there in the back seat with boy number five just like in the story.

    I stroked his cock but pulled him to me, one arm on his neck, pulling him to me, and he opened his eyes when I held his neck, he leaned down and kissed me, playing with my tongue as I licked back on his, the Irish Setter licking his cock and my fingers, I pulled on his cock. It slipped out of my hand and I grabbed it again. I wanted fucking now and meant to have it: pulling at his neck, pulling his cock and the dog licking at his balls. He leaned into me, hesitated, pulled from our kiss, looked at me, his eyes asking me: 'Do you really want this? You don't have to do this.' I grabbed the skin at his waist, pinching it, pulling it to me and all I said was a very breathless "Please. Fuck me!"

    I pulled the skin at his waist, he said: "That hurts." "I want to hurt you and I want you to hurt me," I said. His cock was at me now, playing with the opening to my hot cunt, dipping in, slipping out and the dog was licking the boy's ass and his balls. His cock was thick, not long but very thick and I was back in the dirty book, the last chapter, opening my legs wide for entry, pleading, my fingers petting his skin and then he hurt me, spreading me, entering, there were tears on my cheeks, he was hurting, he so good with his thick cock. "You're cock is so thick," I oozed.

    Then my body flexed and spread for this beautiful hurting thing that I needed; I needed completion and settled around the truncheon churning my insides, stretching the walls of my wet cunt, "You're so thick; so good, oh fuck!" I gushed, as he stabbed deep into me, his pubic hair on mine, mixing our hairs, fluids, soothing both of us. He grunted and my legs went around his waist pulling him in, my inner muscles gripping his cock, squeezing it, milking him. "Please, don't, stop," I breathed out, panting.

    His cock was pushing away all of my breath and I held on, shivering, climaxing. The dog was still licking his balls and his ass and this handsome boy that was impaling me grunted again sending hot splashes inside my cunt, his body pounding on top of mine, I was throbbing and bells were ringing in my ears again. All my mind and my body could hear were those deafening bells.

    I shivered again wanting my ride to go on forever, I knew that that there were more pages to be written in the dirty story, my dirty story, and then we lay there, finally, breathing down, petting, kissing his ear, smoothing his wet, soft cock "Don't touch me there," I said. "I can't take any more." I looked at him and we both looked down at the Irish setter licking its balls and I had tales to tell about him too now but wouldn't. Neither would he or his friends. How could we ever tell such a story? No one would believe it anyway. Later that night, John and I drove back home. We didn't speak, what was there to say? And all the way home the setter was sound asleep on the backseat.

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