Rolly's First Time
Rolly's First Time
By Uoikih
Rolly was a young pup, not quite an adult, but old enough to feel arousal and know why the girl-pups in heat shunned him. Rolly was fat. Well, not horribly overweight, but his girth was rather large compared to his siblings. As was said before, Rolly, who hated his name, was old enough to possess some mating instincts. But, while all of his other brothers and sisters had enjoyed their incestuous pleasures at least once, Rolly was a virgin; the only virgin. While Lucky and Two-Tone made wild, fiery love in the barn in front of the TV, while Thunderbolt sucked the huge, regal cock of his Great Dane lover, while Rolly's parents, Pongo and Perdita made slow, yet inflamed and ardent, love at the foot of Roger and Anita's bed, while the humans engaged in their species' own form of copulation, furless and loud, Rolly was left to himself to paw off and think about warm, feminine bodies and tight canine cunts. He had heard about his brother, Lucky's, forced tryst with the mad cat Misty, but the way Lucky had told it---it had aroused Rolly to the point of leaving the barn where the narrative was being described to seek fresh air and privacy while he mated with his paw in a desperate attempt to relieve and relive his hopeless fantasies.
Now, Rolly slipped back into the eroticism of depression. His paw strayed down over his vast stomach to the fleshy sheath that lay nestled between his plump thighs. As tears rolled down his cheeks, tears of worthlessness and the realization that he would never be loved sexually by a female because of his chubbiness, a few inches of hardening pink puppyhood slipped out of his sheath to flop into his paw. Rolly pushed the rest of his sheath down and exposed all of his cock to the cool night air. Around him, he could hear the sounds of lovemaking: his parents' stifled moans and howls; Two-Tone's groans and Lucky's gasps as they mated; Roger groaning his wife's name and Anita shrieking her husband's; the sound of Cadpig fingering herself and crying out Lucky's name into the night; not far off, in the cornfield nearby, the sounds of cocksucking and a low, bass voice gritting, "Ahhhh. . . Thunderbolt!" It only served to fuel Rolly's desire to mate and be mated, to love and be loved in return, and he began to paw off, as he had done so many times in the past. The young pup sobbed as his paw moved across his hard pink puppyhood, feeling precum seep from its tip to wet his paw and add slickness to his member. Rolly wept, great tears of misery soaking his face and dripping off of his dimpled chin, his mind swimming with darkness and lewd fantasies of firm, feminine rumps, of flashes of light and mournful howls, of pleasure jolting through his body and huge, clawed beasts crouching in the corners of his mind, ready to spring out at him and devour his helpless, worthless body. The feelings of depression and arousal grew and grew, his paw flying across his member, waves of heat washing over him, his tears flowing into a river, until he exploded.
Warm cum soaked his sheath, dripped from his member, coated his corpulent belly and balls, and mingled with his tears, as a few shots of hot puppy froth had caught him in the face. Rolly tasted the bittersweet tang of his own seed, but made no move to wipe it from his fur or face, and rolled onto his side, sobbing uncontrollably, his cock shrinking and retreating back into its furry, cum-drenched sheath. Rolly clutched himself and cried like a tiny pup, rocking back and forth, covered in his own cum and tears. Why did everyone hate him? It wasn't his fault that he was fat! Rolly hated the word. His claws dug into his shoulders as he clasped himself, squeezing his eyes shut and blocking out the whole world. Fat, fat, fat, his mind chanted at him. He was fat, worthless, stupid, ugly---
"Rolly?"
A mature feminine voice broke past his weak defenses and reached his ears, halting the thoughts of suicide and worthlessness that haunted his depressed, tormented mind. Rolly knew that voice well. It came again. "Rolly? Is that you? Are you all right?" The young pup kept his eyes closed, but the tears came again and he sobbed a muffled "yeah." It was his mother, Perdita. At first, Rolly was overcome with shame that she should find him like this, covered in his own jizz and weeping like a baby, but then he thought, What do I care? I don't care about anything anymore; why shouldn't my own mother see me like this? Let her come! Perdita stepped to her son's side, or rather, his back, as his face was away from her. "Rolly. What's the matter?" Rolly said nothing. A warm paw on his side assured him that his mother knew, and he smelled her warm, sweet breath as she bent close. "Here, let me clean you up." Her smooth canine tongue licked the length of his tense body, and Rolly thought that he had never felt anything so loving or gentle as his mother licking him clean. He rolled over to face her. "Mother," he croaked hoarsely. "I'm sorry." Perdita left off her licking of her son a moment to gaze sadly into his eyes. "There's nothing to be sorry for, Rolly. I understand. Besides," she added in a playful tone, between licks of his cumsoaked young body, "I've caught Lucky and Tripod and even your father, Pongo, masturbating before; it's nothing new for me." Rolly snorted. "I don't even see why Lucky jerks off; he doesn't have to! He can have every single she-pup on this damn farm, and he does, too! And Tripod's no better!" Rolly's voice broke, the tears came again, but he forced himself to go on. "They all hate me because I'm fat, Mother! I can't help it! Even Two-Tone laughs at me!" He collapsed in a frenzy of choking sobs. Perdita sat down beside him and pulled him close. "Rolly, come here." She held her son for a moment, the chubby pup burying his face in her chestfur and crying his heart out.
Rolly inhaled the fresh scent of his mother's fur, smelling both the musk of her and Pongo's wild encounter in their owners' bedroom and also the friendly scent of Anita and Rodger before he pulled away from Perdita. His mother nuzzled him and licked the mixture of tears and cum from his face. "It's okay, Rolly," she crooned. "It's okay." Rolly heaved a shaky sigh and smiled sadly up into his mother's face. Perdita smiled down at him and lay down. Rolly curled up next to her as if he was a little puppy again. His mother kissed his forehead. "Do you know something, Rolly?" she murmured into his fur. Rolly shook his head. "No, mother. What?" Perdita pulled away and smiled in the moonlight. "When I was your age, I was rather large, too." Rolly stared up at her with eyes as wide as the small teacups Anita and Rodger drank out of. "No! You've got to be kidding me. . . right?" Perdita shook her head, grinning. "No, it's quite true, my darling." Rolly scanned his mother's slender, almost skinny, figure. He couldn't believe it. Perdita saw what he was doing and smiled. "Trust me, Rolly, I was what you call fat!" Rolly lay back, his eyes wide with shock. His mother nuzzled his head. "I was so afraid and convinced that no male would ever love me and take me as a wife because of my chubbiness. That is, until Rex came along." Rolly looked up at her again. "Rex? Who was he?" Perdita's eyes were dreamy. "Rex was a cowdog---and he was my first." Rolly stared at his mother, shocked out of his wits. He had always thought that his father had been the first to take his mother, that they had saved themselves until they were married, but he had obviously been quite wrong! When he had gathered enough of his scattered senses to form words, he blurted, "B-But, I though. . . Father. . . and. . . you. . . Rex!?" Perdita smiled. "Oh, darling, your father came later, of course, but. . . Rex." She sighed. "I'll never forget him. Dearest, did you know that Rex and I met at the same park that I and Pongo met?" Rolly shook his head.
Perdita blushed. "Oh, I'm sorry, dear! Of course you don't know!" She licked the top of his head. "My mistress was a very kind lady. I'm sure you know her: Anita." Rolly smiled, and his mother went on: "She always took me for walks in the park; she was a librarian and had a lot of time, for, back in those days, not many people went to libraries. Anyways, one day, while we were there, a parade went by. There were horses, and cowboys, and. . . and. . . Rex." Perdita sighed dreamily. "He was so handsome, and I was so shy, just barely out of puppyhood and rather chubby. But, Rex, with his big, strong paws and his wild, western ways, kept an eye on me all throughout the parade. I was hooked. The next day, I practically dragged Anita to the park, and. . . there he was! All by himself, waiting beside the pond, for me! I was ecstatic! I can still remember the first two words he ever said to me: "Howdy, miss." Rolly was amused by the soft, hazy look in his mother's eyes. "Go on, Mother. What happened?" Perdita smiled. "Well, we talked about everyday things, like the weather and our owners. And. . . and then he asked me if I was seeing anyone. I said no, and Rex said that. . . he would like to call on me sometime and if that would be all right with me. I said yes, that I would like him to call on me, very shyly, and then Anita took me home. Rex escorted us. Anita said that he was a very nice canine and gave him a treat at the door, and then he smiled at me and all but tipped his hat, and said that he would call on me about 3:00 in the afternoon the next day."
Rolly grinned. "Well? How did it go?" His mother smiled back. "Oh, it went splendidly! Rex dropped by the house at precisely 3:00, and Anita let me out onto the porch with him. I think she was rather amused to think that her pet was courting. Well, Rex and I talked about little things, like the parade and our lives, and then Anita called me back inside. Rex gave me a little bow and said that he would like to come by again, maybe at 3:00 again the next day? I agreed, and he left. Our seventh date was the best, however. Rex dropped by at 6:30 that evening, and by that time, Anita was quite comfortable with him and when I looked at the leash and walked to the door, she knew that I wanted to go on a walk with him and agreed. "Just have her back by 9:30," she told Rex. Well, we trekked through the city to the park; it was half-past 7:00 when we got there. Rex and I sat down on the grass and gazed at the moonlight on the pond, and then. . . and then. . . he kissed me! Just like that! He apologized afterwards, but he had never seen such a pretty canine in all his life, and that he just had to kiss me. I told him that it was quite all right, and we sat in silence for a bit. And then, when our eyes met again, I kissed him. And then, it just happened!" Perdita giggled nervously, like a young pup.
"What did it feel like?"
The words were out before Rolly could stop them. Embarassed and blushing a bright red, he looked away into the night. Perdita looked flustered. "What did what feel like. . . oh." She nuzzled his cheek. "Well, Rolly, it felt very nice, but there was a bit of pain for me, as that was my first time. . . being with a male." Rolly nodded; not that he would ever know. Ah, well. There was always his paw to mate with when he felt like it. Perdita smiled down at her son. "Now, hold still, Rolly, and let me clean you up." Her tongue skimmed across the folds of his fleshy belly, and, before Rolly could say or do a thing, Perdita had licked across his sheath and ballsac. The young pup jumped with a yip. His mother looked at him. "Why, Rolly! Did I hurt you!?" Rolly shook his head. "N-no, Mother." Perdita smiled, and resumed her oral cleansing of him. Her son tensed and shivered with delight below her as her tongue flickered over his privates again and again, cleaning the short, white, unspotted fur of drying cum.
Rolly wondered if his mother knew that he had fantasized about her before---more than once, in fact. He was suddenly filled with shame as he remembered how he had eyed her rump when her back was turned away from him, and how his cock had slid readily from its sheath when he caught sight of her feminine jewel beneath the small pink pucker of an anus, how he had wished he could lick it and then sink himself to the root inside her; inside his mother. He envied Pongo, his own father, for possessing such a lovely canine for a wife, and wished that, just once, he could watch them couple. The thought plunged Rolly into the black depths of erotic fantasies, and he closed his eyes. His paw instinctively strayed down toward his thickening sheath, but he remembered that Perdita was licking him clean there, and as her tongue slid over his sheath once more, the tip of his firming pink puppyhood was exposed once again. Rolly jumped as his mother's tongue circled it and coaxed his cock out a few more inches. "M-Mother!" Perdita stopped for a moment and smiled at her son. "Do you trust me, Rolly?" It was a strange question, hinting at something Rolly just couldn't place his paw on. "Y-yes, Mother. I trust you." Perdita smiled wider. "Good." She dipped her head and began to lick at his dripping, pinkish length. Rolly quivered and yipped with pleasure as his mother, the slender, beautiful canine of a thousand arousing dreams, took his cock in her mouth and ran her tongue along the wet underbelly of it, drinking in her son's precum. Rolly whined; he had dreamed of a female doing this to him forever, but he never though that it would be his mother!
Perdita inhaled her son's male musk. "You've grown, Rolly." She nipped very gently at the young pup's flaring cockhead; then ran her tongue, so soft and silky, down its smooth pink side and across his ballsac. "Ahhhh, here's a spot I missed." Rolly moaned as she licked underneath his dangling sac, mouthing it and licking through the short, velvety fur teasingly. Her son whined as his knot, something he hadn't noticed before, swelled under his mother's gentle tongue and bumped her wet black nose. Perdita licked across the sensitive knob of pink flesh, then took Rolly in her mouth and deep-throated him, letting her teeth scrape very gently upon her son's knot as her tongue went into a frenzy of licking and tasting. Rolly groaned and thrust upwards into his mother's mouth, releasing a jet of precum. "Oh, M. . . Mother!" Perdita drank in the hot, watery liquid eagerly, then wrapped her tongue around the turgid pink length and tugged gently, sucking on the smooth tower of flesh skillfully. It was all too much for Rolly. The pup stifled a howl of joyous pleasure and rammed his hips against his mother's muzzle, releasing his hot young cream in eight avid bursts. Perdita's throat worked as she guzzled the sugary-tasting cum fervently, and then her tongue, maddening and dripping with saliva, circled Rolly's twitching cock and cleaned him of his fresh orgasm. The young pup fell back, panting and moaning. Perdita smiled at him. "Did you like that, Rolly?" Her son could only nod quickly, his still-hard cock throbbing with hot pleasure. The mature female Dalmatian lay on her side and gazed at her son. "Rolly?" He looked at her, sweat beading his forehead. His mother smiled. "Rolly, have you ever seen what a girl-pup looks like between her legs?"
Rolly nodded slowly; he had, a few times before. Once, it had been Two-Tone's, a spasming, contracting, reddish pucker that was spewing forth white cream. Two-Tone had been moaning and shrieking, as Lucky's tongue had been working over her puppy-twat skillfully and eagerly. Rolly had snuck into the barn to get away from Cadpig and Tripod's insults, and had stumbled upon this lecherous scene. He had also caught a glimpse---actually, more than a glimpse, as it was practically touching his face---of Lucky's swollen puppy meat and stiff balls. And then there had been Cadpig, lying in the grass, thighs spread and two furry fingers banging her cunt wildly, juices streaming out over her paw. It had driven Rolly to an erection; it was all he could do to keep from pouncing on Cadpig and sinking himself to the hilt in that hungry puppy pussy. And, lastly, there had been his own mother's jewel, moist and a soft pink. Rolly had only caught a glimpse, but it had stayed with him for over a month.
Perdita smiled. "Good." She lifted her leg and brought her tail out of the way, putting herself on display. Rolly caught his breath and got to his paws, his eyes fixed on that rosy twat. Perdita had become quite wet during her fellatio of Rolly; her pussy lips contracted once, dripping with musky juices. And the aroma she gave off. . . heavenly! Rolly slunk closer, drooling a bit. His cock, reengerized and hungry for more, swelled and slid farther from its furred casing. The young pup was so transfixed by the sight of his beautiful mother's gorgeous snootch that he jumped when he heard her voice. "Lick it, Rolly. Come, dearest, make me scream." Rolly needed no second invitations. Placing his paws upon his mother's thighs as she rolled over onto her back, he spread her and lapped with his tonguetip at her pinkish folds. Perdita caught her breath. "Go on, Rolly. Make Mother happy." Rolly, loving the taste of this feminine canine, licked deeper past her pleats and plaits of engorged, juicy, hungry flesh, savoring every taste of her hot tanginess. Perdita gasped and moaned above him. "Ahh. . . oh, Rolly! K-keep going; don't stop now!" Rolly lapped and licked at the wet cunt in front of him, inhaling her lovely perfume of arousal and finding that his tongue was continually bumping a small knob of firm flesh every time he brought his tongue back from his mother's steaming, clinging twat. He sniffed it; pressed his nose, now coated with Perdita's juices against it, and when she moaned, he mouthed it. This, he learned, brought his mother exquisite pleasure, and Rolly enjoyed hearing her moans for him to keep going, go deeper, or suck her clit faster. Her tasty liquids streamed out over his muzzle; she was so close. Defying the fact that she was, indeed, a canine, Perdita pulled herself into a sitting postion and used her paws to push Rolly's face deeper into her fiery crotch. "Oh, son! I'm. . . .I'm cumming! Ahhhhhh!" His mother shrieked and slammed her hips against his face, in much the same manner he had done to her, and Rolly felt her spasming cunt clamp down on his tongue. His face was suddenly glazed and covered in her sticky, tangy fluids, and Perdita fell back, panting. "Oh," *pant*, "that was," *pant*, "absolutely. . . absolutely wonderful, Rolly!" The young pup licked his mother's juices from his muzzle. "Mmmm; you taste great, Mother." Perdita looked at him with tired lust in her eyes. "Ahhh, I'm glad you think so, Rolly. You're even better than your father!" Rolly was shocked and pleased. "Do you really think so, Mother?" His mother smiled. "I know so." She moaned, rolled over so that her hindquarters were in the air, and cried out, "No more of this! Fuck me, Rolly; fuck me hard!" Her son stared at her winking twat for a moment, wondering what it would feel like. . .
"FUCK ME, ROLLY!"
The young pup fairly leapt atop his mother, whom he was almost the size of, and, taking control, gripped her slender waist with his forelegs. Perdita moaned as his young cock scraped through her rumpfur, trying to find that delicious opening that called to his mating instincts. Both canines yelped as Rolly found it. Perdita's son could only moan at the intense heat he felt, buried to the hilt in his mother, actually coupling for the first time in his young life with a female. Her inner walls massaged and stroked his cock until he almost shot his load off. Perdita cried out from below Rolly, "Take me! Oh, just do it!" Rolly grunted as he extracted himself from that tight cunt, then sank back inside and began to bang his mother fast, in the manner of their species. Perdita shrieked and cried out wordlessly as she was fucked by her son. Precum slicked her tunnel, made her walls slippery, dripped out onto Rolly's balls. The young pup groaned and clasped his mother tighter as his knot began to swell. In and out, in and out, in and out. . . gods, it felt soooo good! His cock jarred her clit every time he thrust, making Perdita scream, "OH, YES! YES! HARDER, ROLLY! FASTER! HARDER!" Rolly pounded her harder and faster, his balls slapping her ass at every downstroke, his cock rubbing pleasurably along her walls as he withdrew. His knot swelled, and it became hard to sink himself into his mother. Perdita felt this and yelped. "OH, GODS! PUT IT IN! BURY IT IN ME! AEEEEEGGGGGGHHHHHH!"
Rolly slammed his hips against his mother's rump and plunged his knot inside. All at once, it banged up against Perdita's cervix; she screamed in orgasm, and Rolly found himself exploding again in a burst of hot cum. He filled his mother full of it, pumped himself dry, feeling her hot juices erupting and mingling with his seed. The mixture coated Rolly's cock, ballsac, sheath, the front of his thighs, and Perdita's entire backside. They howled in climax. Rolly hoped that he could stay here forever, buried to the hilt inside his mother, feeling her wet insides massaging and caressing him. But then, he felt he had to extricate his cock from her. He tried to pull himself from Perdita. . . but couldn't. Panic filled his mind; after all, this was his first real mating, and he hardly be expected to know that he had swelled three times larger inside his mother, which increased the width of his knot, and that had effectively locked them together. Perdita sensed her son's fright, and reassured him gently. "It's all right, Rolly. This is called a tie. In a little while, your knot will shrink and you'll be able to pull out. But," she added, pulling a little against Rolly's knot and being rewarded with a hot jolt of cum and a yelp, "I don't think I want you going anywhere. . . for the time being, that is." The beautiful canine sighed and lay down, rolling over onto her back and wincing slightly as Rolly's knot yanked a bit at her cunt. She drew her pup onto her chest and they lay like that, their muzzles meeting in a canine kiss. When finally they pulled away, Rolly smiled. "That was wonderful, Mother. Thank you." Perdita smiled back. "I know. I loved it. You're very welcome, Rolly. Anytime." She laughed a bit with her son. "And, just think: you're the first pup from this farm to ever fuck a full-grown female." Rolly nipped at her muzzle. "That's what I like best." He sighed, and lay his head on her chest, groaning as Perdita rubbed her mature treasure against his groin. They fell asleep a bit later, but, as Rolly sank into the dark depths of sleep, untroubled by depressing erotic fantasies, he was dimly aware of a gaze upon him and his mother.
Lucky had seen it all.
The End