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This was insane.

I'd been in heat before, but nothing had ever been quite like that. Normally I'd get off, and that would be the end of it for a couple of hours, but this desire would just not go away. Just the slightest touch of my red, inflamed pussy would set me off, making my knees quiver as desire rocketed through me. I had to forgo wearing underwear and pants because of it. At least it was summer so I didn't look strange wearing a skirt all the time, but I hated how it limited my clothing options. I was young, skinnyish, and pretty, with amazing boobs. My limited wardrobe was just a sin against the world. A Saint Bernard like myself should have had countless options to show off her young body.

I wondered if maybe it was my hormones. I was finally eighteen; maybe this was just the first time I was experiencing what being in heat was really like. I'd tried everything. I'd even worn out the purple dildo my friend Marsha gave me for my birthday. I'd managed to snap the poor thing right in half, though that might have been from how I had it rigged up to my headboard. The former phallus sat in two pieces in my bottom dresser drawer, near a vibrating bullet that I'd fried from overuse. Then there was what the heat was doing to my lithe body. My breasts had swollen up to twice their normal size, and they were so sensitive that wearing a bra was impossible. Just feeling them squeezed against that fabric would make me whimper and the desire to be filled flood me again.

And then there were the sex dreams. Oh god, the sex dreams. Every time I closed my eyes I found myself being used in some new and exciting way. The first few nights were tame enough: someone I know or some stranger sneaking into my room and having their way with me. As the nights went on new, kinkier, things entered my mind. Like the dream where I was tied up in the boy's locker room at school and every single jock came into every one of my holes, starting with my mouth, than the sweet slot between my legs, before moving to that last taboo orifice. Or the ones about my computer teacher, the old hound dog Mister Trophy, bending me over his knees and smacking my ass with a ping pong paddle for no reason, before he shifted me in his lap and slid his throbbing cock right between my legs.

As I laid here on my bed, my eyes half closed and my fingers slowly sliding in and out between my folds, I can't help but think of all the different way's I could be used. Strung up by the football team, those hot muscular bodies dripping with sweat as those boys practice making out in front of me, rubbing their cocks together, fucking each other right in front of me as a bullet vibrates away inside of me, those jocks just trying to tease me, before they finally descend on me like hungry beasts to ravish me.

I'd been reading too much yaoi, apparently.

I groaned in frustration as my phone beeped and rose me from my daydream. I glanced at the screen and sighed as I saw the reminder to go pick up my father from practice. I really wished at that moment that I'd let him take the car instead of asking to borrow it. I pulled myself out of bed, checked myself over in the mirror, put my clothes back on, and then headed off to pick him up.

***

My dad was the stereotypical of football coach. He had strong arms, legs, and a powerful chest, but he had a pot belly from one too many long meetings at Hooters with the support staff. The Saint Bernard had a big fuzzy white mustache on his lip, not a lot of people could pull it off, but he somehow did. Really, I think the pipe he normally smoked pulled it all together. It gave him this look of one of those sophisticated big game hunters from the African plains. I'd heard more than one of my friends say they wouldn't mind getting a mustache ride from him.

Well, it was mostly their moms when they had a little too much to drink.

He was already waiting for me, chatting with Preston, Jack, and Manuel about how they should stop by later to check out our new flat screen. I couldn't blame him for wanting to show it off; the thing almost went from floor to ceiling at our house. If he hadn't of won it in some contest, my dad would never have been able to afford it otherwise. I waved from the car and he said goodbye to his players, before getting in.

"So how was practice?" I asked with a smile.

"It was good, the boys are really starting to get in shape for the season. I think we might really have a shot at the championship this year." He said to me as he opened the glove compartment and pulled out his black walnut pipe and his favorite pipe tobacco. Normally he didn't smoke in the car, since he didn't want to torch my lungs by hot boxing with me, but he was doing it for a reason today, one that made me blush. He was doing it to cover up my scent. He was a man, after all, and I couldn't blame him. It was only natural for him to find the pheromones I let off during my heat appealing, and if they were as strong as I remember the old dog must have been going insane while we're at home.

I could smell the change of in his scent as he sat next to me, the smell his own arousal even with the thick pipe smoke that was filling the cab of our car. It was something I'd not smelt much since mom died, but the last few days it'd been pouring through the house, both of us fueling each other's urges. Neither of us dared speak a word about it to the other, so we both just kind of pretended we didn't notice. I guess that was customary with this sort of thing.

We pulled into the driveway after some small talk, and as we stepped out I noticed my Dad was holding his bag in front of his crotch as we walked in.

My dad cleared his throat as we walked in, and he finally said, "Hillary, we need to have a talk."

My ear's swiveled towards him and I looked at him curiously, "About what?"

He sighed, "Look. I've tried really hard since your mother died, I think I've helped you become a strong independent women that she would be proud of. But there are some things dads aren't supposed to talk about with their daughters, and while this is one of them, I have no choice."

The Saint paused. "You are a powder keg of pheromones right now, baby girl. Your mother was the same way when she turned eighteen, there's just something about her side of the family that causes them to go into some kind of crazy, hyper-exaggerated heat from the time their eighteen until they have their first child."

My dad walked over to his bar, and poured himself a glass of scotch. He somehow managed to take a sip while keeping his pipe in his muzzle. "That's why I think you should lock yourself in your room tonight when the boys come over. I don't think you'll be able to control yourself around the guys and I don't want any of those boys getting their dicks wet in my little girl because she was pent up and didn't know any better."

That set me off light a spark on a vat of gasoline. I snarled and I marched right up to that old Saint Bernard. "Do you really think that just because I'm a girl, I won't be able to control myself? I'll be so pent up, horny, and insane, that I'd just reach down and grab some guy's dick like this!" I barked as I reached forward, without thinking, and grabbed my dad's dick through his pants. The potbellied Saint Bernard's eyes went wide and he watched my hand as I started to stroke. "That I spend all day just fantasizing about having some thick juicy cock in me...thinking about one of those thick strong dog cocks just sliding in and out of my pussy until I finally cry out in ecstasy and the dog beneath me howls and pumps his seed deep inside of me!" I said, my fingers squeezing down on my dad's trapped shaft. "Knowing that the only way I'll ever get any relief is to get the real thing!"

I felt my face turn bright red, and I whimpered as I realized what I'd done. I looked down at my paw, and then up at my dad. His face was stoic, I couldn't tell what he was thinking or feeling until I went to pull my paw away. He reached out and stopped me, he paw holding my firmly.

"I could help you," he said softly. Before he leaned into my ear, holding my paw firmly against his crotch. "We both have urges. Everyone does. But we're in a unique position, the two of us are here alone in a house, each wanting the same thing, but both too afraid to ask." He nuzzled my ear like he did when I was a pup and he'd find me crying. "I'm your Dad. All you have to do is ask baby girl, and I'll help you with anything."

I didn't know what to say. I felt my heart thump in my chest as I felt his erection pulse under my fingertips. My mouth started to water just thinking about what must be underneath. I could feel the soft slot between my legs surge with desire as I thought about his offer. I knew I should say no.

But I couldn't. Instead I found myself whispering, "please, help me Dad."

The old saint bernard didn't wait for me to change my mind. He grabbed the back of my head and pulled me into a deep, earth-shattering kiss. That moment the world around me fell away and I became someone, no, something else. I didn't care that he was my father. I didn't care that I was his daughter. All I cared about was filling that need I had bubbling deep inside of me. His paws slid under my shirt, helping slide off my shirt, those big strong hands reached up and cupped my white breasts. I could feel his thumbs tracing over my perky pink nipples, making me gasp into his muzzle.

I puffed out my chest, pressing it into his kneading paws, the heat between my legs only growing stronger with each stroke. I moaned softly, my fingers gently teasing the bulge trapped in my dad's pants, feeling the heat even from underneath that thick fabric. He broke the kiss, panting, before he nuzzle my neck and growled. "Don't be shy girl. Why don't you unzip Daddy's pants and get a good look at that thing you've been dreaming about, sweetie."

It wasn't like I could denying that. I'd been dreaming about something like this for days and now the only thing that separated me from my desires was a zipper. I slid my fingers up to that metal tab, and gripped it before I slowly pulled down. I could feel the heat of his flesh as I slid my fingers into that opening, and traced them over that red jock. I slid it to the side, and I shuddered as I felt that red shaft slide against my fingers for the first time. It was so slick and warm. It was so different than I'd imagined. I started to fish it out, pulling that shaft free from its denim prison. I started to stroke his shaft, my fingertips gliding over that soft slick flesh, just taking in every inch of it, trying to remember every part of it.

My dad helped me off with my shirt, and my bare-breasted chest came free before him. My Dad's eyes were filled with hunger as he looked at them. It was like a dog that had been denied a bone for weeks, and it was finally just inches away from his face. He tore off his shirt, and brought us back together, my bare fur rubbing against his as his fingers slid along my body, getting a feel for every inch and curve of his daughter, touching every part of me but the part I wanted touched most. He'd left my skirt on, and now he was slowly sliding his paw along my inner thigh.

"You sure you want this girl?" He asked with a growl in his voice. His paw rubbed back and forth, teasing me, keeping his fingers just inches away from the hot hungry lips between my legs.

"Yes," I nearly howled. "Yes, just breed me, Dad! I need it, I need to feel some relief!"

The dog grinned, and his pants were off in a flash, leaving him naked in front of me, that red jock pulled off to the side as those fawn-colored furry orbs swung beneath his pulsing red shaft. I took a deep breath as he guided me to the couch in our living room and he laid me on my back. That big old dog crawled on top of me, his pot belly grinding against my fur as his fingers slid along my thigh, slowly lifting up my skirt. Pipe smoke rolled from his nose across his thick, fuzzy, white mustache.

I panted softly as I felt him slide between my legs, my legs wrapping around my waist. I knew I should be telling him to stop, that this was wrong, that we couldn't know what would happen if he bred me while in heat, but that was the last thing on my mind. My back arched, and I grunted softly.

"Please Dad! I need it! You've got to help me!"

The old dog just chuckled above me. "Relax, baby girl. Coach has got you covered," he said with a lustful growl.

I could feel that throbbing tip as it hovered just inches away from that needy lotus between my thighs. His paws gripped my ample breasts as he teased my lower lips with the head of his leaking shaft, just slowly sliding it up and and down, making me whine underneath him. My eyes filled with need as I looked at that smirking dog, he took a deep breath, and exhaled as he slid forward and I felt that pointed canine cock slide inside of me.

I gasped as I felt my heated pussy wrap around his shaft, groaning as I felt those balls that made me come to rest on my ass.

"YES! YES! YES!" I moaned. For the first time in days I finally felt whole, like that missing piece of me had finally been filled. I could feel that flesh as it pulled back from my hot sticky depths, making me writhe beneath him. I reached up and gripped onto his strong, muscular shoulders, squeezing down on them as I forced myself to remember to breathe through the pleasure I felt. He hadn't even started fucking me yet and it already felt incredible. I just wanted more.

That old dog's blue balls tapped against my ass, a deep pleasure-filled groan rumbling in his chest as he fucked his own daughter right there on the sofa, perhaps the same sofa I had been conceived on. I could feel my thighs starting to shake around my dad as his knot started to swell, starting to softly pop in and out of me, before he pulled back, letting just the tip pound away at me, that large bulge on his shaft teasing my sensitive lips on every inward thrust.

"Oh baby girl, you feel so good. It's been so long since I felt a real girl's pussy wrapped around my dick," he said with a soft growl as he started to slow down. At the time I didn't understand what he was doing, but looking back I realize he was just starting to draw out the moment, like he wanted to remember it for years to come. His knot kept teasing my inflamed lips, that hot sticky knot just rubbing against those sensitive folds, making me whine like a little pup who just had her favorite toy took away.

"Oh dad..." I moaned under my breath as I gripped his hips, fistfuls of fur in my paws as I tried to hold onto my sanity as that need inside of me built. I could feel myself getting close as those big fat balls that helped make me just slowly patted against my ass, my dad making sure he got to enjoy every single moment of this as he teased me. He took his pipe out of his muzzle for a moment as he leaned down and nuzzled at one of my nipples, making me moan and groan as he teased that hyper sensitive flesh, each little nibble of his front teeth making me involuntary clench around that older Saint Bernard's thick shaft.

"Oh dad! Please stop teasing me!" I barked.

The old pervy dog just chuckled, ignoring me as he played. He popped his pipe back into his muzzle and he shifted up onto his knees so he could watch as his thick dog cock just slid in and out of my white mound of fur, my scent and his mixing into this amazing intoxicating smell that wouldn't leave the house for days.

"You want your Daddy's seed in you, girl?" He teased.

"Yes! Yes," I whined, as I gripped the couch cushions and my body could take it no longer. That pressure that had been building finally released. I tilted my heat back and a deep, pleasure-filled howl escaped my throat as my cunt started to pulse around his shaft, squeezing it as he just slowly thrust in and out of me, teasing me even as I finally cum.

"Than that's just what my baby girl is gonna get," he said as he leaned back over me. He had a loud, deep guttural growl in his throat as he fucked me through my orgasam. His thick powerful cock pounded my pussy, his knot smacking against my lips as he brought himself to the edge, being careful not to tie me. Pipe smoke spilled from his muzzle as I watched his face scrunch up, and then I felt my father's knot pulse against my lower lips as he finally started to pump the same seed that made me deep into my wanting hole.

I felt that old dog's cum start to flood my insides, that flood of seed seeming to put out the fire that had been burning inside of me for days, cooling it, as I whimpered in pleasure beneath him. I looked up at him as he took out the pipe from his muzzle and he leaned down to give me a soft sweet kiss on my lips, nothing but love in his eyes as he looked at me, and the same look in mine as I looked back at him.

There was an awkward cough from behind us, and I felt a blush form on my cheeks as I looked at the three boys from earlier staring at me underneath my dad. My dad looked at them, back at me, shrugged, before kissing me between my ears.

"Don't get up, baby girl," he said as he pulled back, his hot, slick shaft sliding from my folds as his warm cum pooled inside of me. I looked up at those three football players, each having starred in their own personal wet dream of mine.

First was Jack. He was a husky and the school's quarterback. All the guys thought of him as a god and so did the girls; everyone wanted to be with him.

Next was Manuel. He was a rottweiler, an offensive lineman, and his parents had created a huge tragic backstory about how they had to work their fingers to the bone just to put food on the table, but in reality his grandfather had more money than God back in Mexico and if he ever needed money they would have most likely airlifted a duffel bag stuffed with cash and dropped it right in their backyard if they'd ever asked. The whole story was just so college recruiters would look at him more closely.

Then there was Preston, a kicker for the team, and who every single girl in school saw as this mysterious loner that no girl could even get close to. The only people he ever really seemed to have a connection with were other guys; it wasn't uncommon to see him coming out of the locker room with a big smile on his face, chatting it up with someone as they walked back to his car. He was a Bernese Mountain dog, so he looked a lot similar to myself but he had black fur where mine was brown.

They all stood there in shock as my dad stood up naked before them, his limp cock twitching as it glistened with the combination of his cum and my juices. He took up his most coach-like pose, looking strong and stern at the three dogs in front of him.

"Alright boys, here's the deal. My daughter is a powder keg of pheromones right now, and I couldn't even resist fucking her," the dog said, his voice never wavering. He had the same tone that he'd use when they were down at halftime and he was getting ready to pump up the team's confidence. "I'm going to do something that I never do: ask for your help. If my daughter is anything like her mother, she's going to go into heat like this again and again until she gets knocked up for the first time."

He paused for a moment. "This could get her into a lot of trouble as she gets older, and I might end up with some ugly-looking lapdog grandpups. So today I need those little swimmers between your legs to help me make sure she doesn't leave this house without some of my grandpups in her from the best breeding stock I can find. So, will you help out your coach and make sure his daughter get bred with some pups that will be champions?"

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. He couldn't be serious, could he? Did he really just ask three guys I barely know to breed me? The boys looked at each other, then to me, and than to my dad. They tried to look cool, calm, and collected, but their blushes gave away their true feelings. They all mumbled yes in agreement.

My dad cocked his eyebrow. "What was that, boys?"

"Yeah", "Sure", and "We'll do it", three boys said shyly, all at once.

"I said, what was that boys!?" He shouted.

"We'll breed champions into your daughter, coach!" They all shouted back, their backs straightening and a surge of confidence running through them, even if it looked a bit forced.

My dad grinned, and then looked to me. "So are you ready to get some future championship-winning pups bred into you, girl?"

I should have called him stupid. I should have told him to fuck off and went to wash out that cum as quickly as I could. But that's not what happened. Instead, I felt that desire start to bubble up inside me, and my body beg to feel that cooling sensation of a stud breeding me like the bitch in heat I was. I undid the front of my skirt and slid it off, being careful to make sure to not spill a single drop of my dad's seed.

I licked my lips, and cried out, "Yes sir!"

My dad grinned, and looked at the boys. "Now, drop trow and let's decide who's going first!"

The boys walked in front of him, and obeyed without skipping a beat. They kicked off their shoes, undid the front of their pants and pulled them down, jocks and all, leaving them bottomless standing in front of me. My dad walked in front of them, and scratched his chin.

"Shirts too," he said as he stood in front of Manuel.

The boys once again did as they were told, and then my father did something no one expected. He reached out without warning and grabbed the rottweiler's junk. He rolled those big fat balls in his fingers, squeezing, tugging on that sac as the boy looked at him in shock. He teased that dog cock from the teenager's sheath, and it throbbed proudly as his balls were played with.

"Yeah, that's some good stock right there, strong, thick, and no defects that I can see or feel. You're a perfect stud to breed my baby girl. Go get in their first," my dad said with a lustful growl, before spinning the boy around and giving him a smack on the ass. Next his eyes traced over the husky, Jack. The dog's curled tail had some extra spring to it as the older Saint Bernard reached out and grabbed his balls just like he had done to Manuel. But he took a little more time this time, his fingers forcing those balls down all the way to the bottom of that grey sac, making the quarterback yelp, and squirm uncomfortably as my dad traced a paw over his abs that were clearly visible through his white belly fur.

My dad mumbled, "I guess you'll do. You're a bit thinner than I'd like, but you've got some other good attributes." He said, before he pointed towards my head. "Don't cum until you got that bone buried in her cunt, but I'm sure my girl would love a cock to suck right about now, don't you dear?"

"Yes, dad," I replied in a singsong tone as I watch Manuel climb up on the couch, sliding between my open legs.

"And then there's Preston," my dad said with a smirk. His paw reaching out, but being a little gentler this time. "On paper he seems perfect. He's strong, thick, and he's close enough to our breed that I wouldn't about having to worry about some ugly ass grandpups." He paused, and smirked. "But he has one big problem, his eyes have been on my dick since the second I pulled out of my girl."

Preston coughed, and he went to speak. "I don't know what you're talking about coACH!" His pitch shot high up as my dad squeezed down on his balls.

"Don't lie to me, boy. I don't want a liar fucking my daughter. Now tell me the truth, you've been looking at my dick, haven't you?"

The dog just started to nod quickly, and said, "Yes! I've been looking at your amazing dick since I saw it!"

My dad smirked. "Amazing, huh? Well why don't you get a closer look, and clean me up as I decide whether or not you're good enough to breed my little girl. Right now, kid, you're on the fence, why don't you make sure you fall on the right side." The old dog tugged down on that black and white sac, getting the Bernese Mountain dog to sink to his knees in front of him.

Preston seemed to grin as the dog did that, his tail wagging out behind him as he nuzzled at my dad's dick, his tongue sliding out from between his muzzle to run across that hot, sticky length making that old bernard moan, pipe smoke rolling from his nose.

But I couldn't focus on what happened after that. I found myself face-to-face with a throbbing husky dick, biting my lower lip as Jack wiggled his cock in front of my muzzle.

"So, want a taste girl?" The husky asked.

At that point the lust coming from my loins was so strong that I was finding it hard to form complete sentences in my head, so instead I just whined with need, and screamed, "YES!"

With that, the husky stepped closer and my lips wrapped around the pointed shaft, moaning as that salty taste rolled across my tongue. I started to bob my head up and down on that bright red length as I felt the rottweiler's paws grab the back's of my knees and push my legs up towards my chest, my breasts bouncing as I sucked on that husky's shaft. I groaned as I felt that throbbing tip slide against my hot folds, I could feel my dad's cum inside me shift as he thrusted forward and pierced me with his thick rod. I moaned as I felt my hot slick space wrap around his shaft and that stud dog started to do what only came natural: he started to thrust in and out of my sweet, cream-filled cunt.

"Oh yeah, you like that don't you, bitch?" He growled.

"Language!" My dad barked from across the room as his paw rested on the back of Preston's bobbing head. "She's still my daughter!"

"Sorry Coach!" The rottweiler squeaked like a pup. He leaned down and whispered into my ear this time.

"But let's face it, you are a bitch. You're a needy thing that was so horny you let her dad fuck her, and now look at where it got you? This belly is going to be filled with pups, and you're going to have to wait nine whole months to find out just who the daddy is." He growled softly into my ear as his thick black balls softly tapped against my ass, his thrusting shaft churning my father's cum, pushing it deeper within me as that husky in my muzzle wagged like a madman. Maybe it was the fact I was in heat. Maybe it was just his first time. But regardless he looked like he was having the greatest blow job of his life, and considering the number of girls I know sucked him off, I found that hard to believe.

Manuel had a point, though. I was acting like a bitch, and I loved it. That was what I needed. That was what I craved. That was how I wanted to be treated. No wonder the plastic toys and my fingers had never enough. I needed to feel a real hot pulsing shaft between my lips and inside of my slot. I groaned softly, my tight folds squeezing around that eighteen-year-old offensive lineman's shaft. I could feel the knot starting to bulge, but the rottweiler was skilled enough to keep it from popping in for a tie. He just pounded against my pussy like my father had, making me writhe with need underneath him. I let out a loud cry as I came for the second time that night, the dog above me joining in the bliss and shooting his load inside of me, letting it join my father's cum.

The husky pulled from my muzzle, shifting from foot to foot."Alright, move!" He barked excitedly as Manuel rolled his eyes.

"Relax, this girl isn't going nowhere. You'll get her turn... though after that, I bet her belly's already full with my pups."

"Yeah right, let me show you how it's done," the husky scoffed.

Manuel got off the couch and moved over towards my head as that excited dog hopped between my legs, and leaned down to take one of my tits into his muzzle. The jock moaned softly as he started to suck on it, those blunt front teeth nibbling at my nipple and making me groan, igniting the fire that Manuel had only just extinguished. I could feel his eager pointed cock head prodding at my warm folds, and then he thrust forward and without ceremony burying himself inside of my hole.

Manuel was rubbing between my ears and I was looking up at him like a love-struck grade schooler. I'd never felt this good in my life. I was like just having a dick inside me like that was enough to satisfy every kinky desire I'd had for the past few days. He urged my head closer to his softening shaft, that shaft dripping with a mixture of my juices, my dad's cum, and his own. I ran my tongue across it, shuddering as that salty sweet taste exploded into my mouth. That was the last thing my brain needed. It was like my mind was kicked into overdrive. I found myself trying to separate out every taste and scent, trying to match it to their owner as that long dog dick slowly slid past my lips.

Meanwhile, I could feel that energetic husky fucking me just like the two dogs before him had. The husky's face looked like it was in utter and complete bliss as he ravaged my folds. Then there was his tail: the curled appendage was wagging so fast that when I look at it, I wondered how it didn't burn a hole in the space-time continuum. I looked at him from the corner of my eye as his face scrunched up, and he tilted his head back, howling as he pumped his seed into me, being careful not to tie with me and adding another hot, sticky load into my warm depths.

"Alright, clear out boys. Myself and Preston have some work to do," my dad said with a lustful growl. I watched as those two boys that had just fucked me slunk away, my belly full with their seed as they stood back to watch. I looked at my dad and his dick was hard again, sucked clean by the dog standing next to him. My dad grinned under his white, bushy mustache and adjusted his pipe, which judging by the change of scent, he'd just repacked.

"I've decided after a good talk with Preston here that he is some good breeding stock for my little girl. But he has a little problem. He say's he won't be able to get it up for Hilary unless he has something poking under his tail. So I offered to help," my dad said as I watched him pop the top to a bottle of lube. "For the sake of my future grandpups, I'm going to bend this boy over my little girl and pump him full of my seed as he pumps his into her!"

The two other boys looked at their coach uncomfortably, but they didn't say anything. They looked at my dad like he was a trainwreck, something they know they shouldn't find interesting, but yet they still couldn't look away.

"Ready, pup?" My dad asked Preston with a lustful growl as he squeezed the jock's round, muscular ass.

"Yes coach!" He yelped, his cock already standing at half mast as he blushed; I could see it through his black fur. My dad ushered him up onto that couch, that muscle-gut dog smiling down at me nervously. I watched as my dad got right up behind him, blowing smoke right across one of those black floppy ears as his hard cock poked at the underside of those balls that might be soon filling my belly with their pups.

"I haven't done this since college," the Saint Bernard growled softly as he had that younger dog lean over me, a dark red blush showing through the white streaks on his face. I could feel that pointed tip poking at my folds, and I just smiled up at him.

I cupped the side of his face and said, "Just relax, you'll love it. I'm sure."

That clearly gay dog nodded, and I watched his face contort in pure ecstasy as my dad grunted and thrust into his ass. I could feel my dad reach his paw under that big Bernese Mountain dog and his paw wrap around his length, guiding it towards my cream-filled pussy. Part of me wondered if those extra loads of cum were actually helping the gay pup out as his pointed tip teased my slot, I heard my dad grunt again and he thrusted forward, focing that stud dog inside of me, that gay boy's dick slipping right into my already slick pussy. I watched as his eyes sprang open, like he couldn't have ever dreamed something like this would happen.

My dad grabbed that boy's hips, and a deep lustful growl rumbled in his chest as he started to pound that player's ass with all his might. I screamed out in joy along with Preston, his cock sliding in and out of my folds as my dad fucked him on the very same couch he fucked me. That dog's paws gripped the furniture, his cock flexing every time my dad ground against that little pleasure spot deep inside of him. It didn't take long for him to join in either. Soon he was thrusting in and out of me in time with my dad's thrusts, making sure to plow into me just as that Saint Bernard pulled back, and pull out just as my dad got ready to thrust in.

The three of us panted, groaned, and howled, but something different happened this time. The other three stud dogs that fucked me seemed to have a skill this one didn't. He couldn't control his knot; his thrusts were long and deep even as it began to swell. I felt it start to pop in and out of me, groaning as I felt it start to tug against my insides, his crotch fur teasing my sensitive lower lips. My dad reached down and did something odd: he grabbed that boy's nuts as they swung between his thighs.

"That's it, breed my girl, be the big stud dog you never thought you could be," my dad growled lustfully. He leaned over that boy, smoke rolling across the Mountain dog's neck. "I want to feel it. I want to feel these balls as they pump their seed into my little girl, and they start the race with all that straight dog cum inside of her. Think this little gay nuggets are going to be able to beat theirs? Ready to show this old dog and those straight jocks what they're made of by having your seed be better than all of ours?" He whispered so only myself and the dog could hear.

Preston nodded quickly, and then it happened. I felt that swollen knot pump into my cream-filled folds, and he howled as he came inside of me. My dad fucked him through his orgasam, milking every single drop of cum from him as he started to unload in that Mountain dog's furry ebony rump. His fingers cupped those balls as they pumped into his baby girl. Meanwhile, as that thick knot pulsed inside of me, tying with me, I came for the third time that night, but not the last.

My dad didn't have the same lack of skill as the young Mountain dog. He was able to pull out of that gay jock just as he finished, and he flopped down on the couch next to us.

"Fuck! You weren't supposed to tie with her, kid!" He growled, and sighed. "Oh well, we came to watch a game anyway, right?" He asked the two other boys that just nodded. "Well, go get us all some beers, and we'll watch the game until he can pop out of her, and then we'll have some real fun."

***

That night was amazing. They passed me around from cock to cock, never letting the slot between my legs go empty, my dad ready and willing to help out Preston whenever his turn came, or even before that.

So that leads me to where I am now. My three-year old-son at the sitter, and his biological father standing in front of me. I smiled at that dog, before shifting onto my paws and knees, the desire to be fucked filling me, but not as strong as it was that night. I can feel that dog slide up behind me, his shaft prodding against my tender lips.

"Alright, let's get those over with...I still can't believe you guys called me over here to do this. You're already married, I don't know why you still need my dick," my dad mumbled as he popped the top of the lube.

"You said it yourself dad, Preston need's something under his tail to stay hard for a girl... and considering I can't get knocked up while I peg him, we need a little help if Josh ever wants a little sister," I replied.

"Or brother," Preston added.

My dad just rolled his eyes. "Whatever, but next time you come over to my house I'm bending you over and fucking you like its going out of style, boy."

Preston chuckled. "It never goes out of style."

"Oh well, at least this will get me another little champion. That boy already looks at a football like he's hungry for it! When he's old enough to play, he'll be a great player," my dad boasted.

"So you're saying our son is hungry for balls? I guess he's a lot like his old man," Preston shot back with a smirk, before both of us chuckled. I cuddled back against my husband, grinning like an idiot. That day sure did make our lives more complicated, but it was definitely for the better.

Plus, I found a reason to buy another one of those purple dildos. I just use it in a different way now.

The End