Axe and Moss: some fun Downunder
#7 of Axe and Moss
The aftermath of the twins death, dark times and sexy times, told through George's eyes
It's been five years since the twins died and so much has happened since then, my husband Blake went off the rails, he was so hurt and angry that such tragedy happened to our family, he just couldn't see why it happened, that on top of Josh's suicide note: "Dear dads, I'm truly sorry but I just can't live without him, just know that you were the best fathers a dog could have and we both loved you to bits, goodbye, Josh" Blake just couldn't handle it, he blamed himself for their deaths somehow, like he thought there was something he could have done to stop them. It was about a month after it happened that he started to lose it, he spiralled into a deep depression, he started drinking and smoking and not long after the abuse started, verbal at first, then one day he completely changed, he walked in the door, fuming and drunk with an empty bottle in his hand, at the time I was just relaxing on the couch reading a book, one of his books, he saw this and he went right into a rage, he threw the bottle at me but missed in his drunken state, all the while screaming at me for no apparent reason, I just couldn't understand it, then when I stood up to calm him down and put him to bed he socked me in the face, despite this I still calmed him down and put him to bed but that night, but there was no sleep for me, I couldn't stop crying the entire night, tears mixed with glass as I cleaned up the bottle he threw at me, I just couldn't understand how everything went so wrong so quickly after years of happiness. After six months of my constant torture and abuse I decided to confront Blake, I told him that he needed to quit drinking and start treating me like a person again or I would leave him, the next day he came home with divorce papers, already signed by him "Get the fuck out of my house George! You don't leave me, I leave you! So get the fuck out!" that night I packed my bags and left, signing those damned papers before I left, I just couldn't handle it anymore, the man I loved was gone, he died with my son's. Within a month the divorce had gone through and due to his abuse I got a favorable outcome in court, the house and half of our money was mine, but I couldn't live in that house, not after everything I had been through in that house, so I sold it and moved somewhere far away fromeverything that had happened, I moved to Australia. It was scary at first, living in a new place with no friend or family but I would survive, after a while I got bored of staying at home and I went to the local "pub", as soon as I walked in the door I was grabbed and kissed by a strange looking fur, I couldn't tell what kind of animal he was, just that he was a good kisser. He broke the kiss and looked quizzically at me "Oh, sorry mate, thought you were Mike, the name's Gary, but my mates all call me Gazza." I was shocked, this creature had multiple mates and went so far as to call me one of them, "How many mates do you have? Are you some kind of man slut or what?" I replied, outraged at this promiscuous man. "What?! No mate, here in Aus mate doesn't mean I will or want to sleep with you, although that would be pretty fun, it means friend, now mate, how 'bout we go somewhere quiet and I can give you a proper Australian greeting?" he said with a wink. He then led me around the corner into an alleyway and started to strip off, revealing a rather large Canine member "at least he's canine" I thought, "Come on mate, haven't got all day, you gonna strip or what?" Without waiting for my response he pulled me close and started kissing me again, rubbing my body all over before he started to undo my pants and slowly pulled them off before he went for my shirt, when he had me completely naked and up against a wall he started kissing my neck and working his way down until he reached my nipples, sucking on one while he gently pinched and twisted the other, I couldn't help but gasp in pleasure from his efforts, after he played with my nipples for a while he worked his way down until he was at my testicles, he took one and rolled it around in his muzzle, torturing me with the pleasure and need for release, he could see my need and licked along my shaft while his paw massaged my balls, in no time he was bobbing up and down on my cock, treating it like a god while at the same time it was as though it was a meal and he hadn't eaten in a week, lapping and sucking like he couldn't get enough, it wasn't long before I filled his muzzle with my seed and he swallowed the first few shots before he let it build up in his mouth, when every last drop of cum was out of my penis he came back up and kissed me with my own seed, we shared it between us in the most passionate kiss I'd ever shared, when we had both swallowed our fair share of cum he turned me around and started lifting my tail, I was so lost in my lust that I flicked my tail right up, whipping his face as I did, despite this he got straight into licking my tailhole, he managed to get his tongue inside by the time he finished and stood up, pressing me into the wall and spreading my legs, it was then I felt his hot member at my back door, he was gentle and the pre that covered his rod helped to lubricate him and allowed him to slide slowly into me, when I felt his knot I knew that it would be difficult to take but I wanted that in me, he started to pull out and I felt the emptiness that always comes before he slammed it back in, hitting my prostate and making me moan into the night, he kept this up for what felt like an eternity before he slammed his whole knot in, I could tell from his breathing that he was close to completion and as he rapidly thrust into me I felt his seed coating my insides as my stomach bulged from the sheer volume of it, after 5 minutes he was still spurting and pulled out to coat my rump in cum, then my back, then he turned me around and covered my cock first, then my legs, then my torso, then my entire face before he pushed me down on his cock so I could drink the rest of it, barely able to keep up I swallowed the rest of his bountiful load and my stomach became even more swollen, when he finally finished he looked at me and said "welcome to Australia mate! Oh and if you haven't figured it out by now, I'm a dingo." then he gave me a kiss, his number and then put his clothes back on and walked off into the night, I just sat there, silent, covered in dingo seed and filled with it, cum leaking from my tailhole down my already cum covered legs, I didn't even bother putting on clothes, I just walked home and when I got there I had one thought "this is gonna be a bitch to clean."