Gus Stevens - Love Me, Love My Dog

She sprang to her feet, light and graceful, like a startled deer in the forest. Reaching her hands to me, she helped me up and we stood close together for a moment.

“I still love you.” Her words were warm against my ear and my loins responded graciously.

“I appreciate that. It's all right if we can keep sex and our other emotions separate.”

She nodded, her still damp hair brushing my ear. “Now we can join the young people.”

We did, leaping in, hands joined until we bounced lightly on the bottom and split up. For a moment the cool water felt soothing to my crotch and I bobbed to the surface wondering if I didn't have my passion licked. As soon as I saw Trudy on the other side I knew it was a false alarm.

I stared at her, my feet planted on the bottom and she smiled back, her breasts bobbing like creamy white melons on the surface, waiting to be collected into my net. My cock leaped back to attention, again ready to do my bidding or to take the law into its own hands.

Crossing the pool, I stood before the short blonde, the water hitting me at the waist and her just below those floating boobs. “You look good,” I admitted.

“You, too, pops.”

“Don't call me 'pops.'”

“I don't do it because you're so old. I like to call fellows I like by pet names.” She tilted her head in her cute way, a Debbie Reynolds with thirty-two eye teeth. “Won't you be my pet again?”

“Hey, don't forget us,” Buddy blurted in one of his rare speaking parts. “It's swap time, isn't it? That's what you promised, Sis.”

“Shush,” his older sister chided. “We'll do whatever Mr. and Mrs. Brady want. After all, we're on their payroll.”

Amy joined us and we all stood, the water lapping at our waists, although Buddy was exposed almost to his hips and that giant cock was treading water like the Loch Ness Monster. After a minute I shrugged. “Do what you want. We'll go along.”

Buddy brightened at once. “Good. I haven't gotten my gun all night. It's my turn.”

I stared into his large, simple face, trying to read those spaniel eyes. “All right. Name your poison.”

“Mrs. Brady.”

“That's swapping?” I complained.

“Later, maybe,” he replied, “but I'd sure like to finish with her.”

Trying to make the best of a bad situation, I half bowed and swept my arm toward my wife. “If she's willing, please be my guest.”

“I think,” Amy breathed, “I can stand it. I'll be brave.”

She took his hand and they moved to the side of the pool, where Amy placed her back against the tile and ran her arms along the edge, gripping until she was solidly planted. “Fire when ready,” she gurgled, unable to conceal the expectation in her voice.

Buddy lurched forward, his dork straight out like the deadly prow of a submarine. I stared at it, mentally measuring it, seeing it was perhaps a foot and a half in length and as large around as a baseball bat. It was little marked by veins or other coloring, sticking pretty much to white. The knob was slightly blue, but I figured that was the cool water.

The commotion had roused Alexander and the dog came around the edge of the pool during our conversation, sniffing as he walked, his tail wagging because we had company. He went straight to where Amy's back was against the side and paused for a moment, still sniffing. Then his muzzle was on her shoulder and he drooled a little, until Amy shoved his massive head away. “Get lost, pooch. Not now, please.”

“He smells the sex,” Trudy exclaimed. “They do that, you know.”

I blinked at her, somehow angry. “What do you mean 'smells the sex'?”

“Look at him.” She pointed.

We all looked and, since he was now in profile, we could see a red pencil-like thing thrusting forward from between his hind legs. Even Alexander was looking around and under his belly at the thing, as though it was the first time in his young life that it had come into prominence.

“I'll be darned,” Amy blurted. “Look at what's happened to our cute little puppy dog.”

“Puppy my eye,” I snorted. “He's become a menace to public morality and safety, although I should imagine he's outgrown the need for a baby-sitter, now that he's all dog.”

Buddy's breaking voice interrupted our biological study of the canine cock. “Can we get back to us?”

We turned to him, seeing that his shaft was the size of an automobile piston, only longer. Christ, what a hunk of salami that boy owned. He certainly wasn't behind the door when the horsecock was handed out.

Amy nodded, still in position, and he moved in. She lifted her feet and they floated before her with ease, while she gripped the side, steady as an anchored buoy. Then Buddy was against her, his rod stabbing along her thighs and then into the fur of her lower belly. There didn't seem to be a prayer of a chance for him to actually get that thing inside, but I envied him. He had a wonderful future with the ladies and, someday, he'd be the drawing room toast of the civilized world.

“I… I don't know,” Amy murmured, her eyes fixed on the monster as though it were a pet who might bite if she were to pat its head.

“It hasn't really hurt anyone yet,” Buddy maintained. “Lots of girls like to yell about it, but they all manage, somehow, and they sure like to come back for seconds.”

“Braggart of a young pup, isn't he?” I snapped to Trudy.

“He doesn't believe in hiding his talent.”

“How could he? It would take an awning draped around his crotch to hide that boar's head.”

The young blonde giggled, stepping to my side so that our hips brushed right at water level. Casually, her arm went around me, the hand hanging down across my buttocks, where her fingers lightly kneaded the flesh. She knew how to handle any situation, it seemed, and my anger at what Buddy was about to do subsided at once.

We watched the live action once again, seeing Buddy lower his sights as Amy's ankles went around his waist, pulled him closer and allowed the tip of his head to shove into the spread folds between her legs. She took the rest of the head with surprising ease and I gasped out loud as she received several inches of his plump shaft with his next thrust.

“How can you do that?”

She looked over at me. “Maybe now you know why I sometimes dream about other men,” she laughed, obviously teasing, even though my ego was sinking in the west. “I guess I always had some in reserve.”

“I should guess so,” I agreed.

Buddy continued to uncoil his piston into her loins and the thing sank deeper and deeper, until I was certain it was going out her backside and into a hole in the tile. Yet she took even more and before long he was down to his last two or three inches, his heavy balls already beginning to bulge against her lower thighs.

We were gathered around like guests watching a moon landing on the television set, our eyes wide, mouths open, small gasps of astonishment coming from our throats. Trudy never neglected me through it all and I figured she was smart enough to keep me interested so that I wouldn't flare up and paste the big goon in the mouth.

Her fingers were going underwater to whisper and swirl along the crack of my ass and I had to admit she was doing a good job of keeping me under control. I wouldn't have pulled away from that hand for all the boll weevils in a diseased cotton patch.

Buddy slammed his hips forward for the last time and he was home free, in to the hilt, his balls smashed into her crotch until I thought he might try to tuck them inside, too. Amy's hips and bottom-what I could see of the latter, at least-actually seemed to be distended and I wasn't surprised. I figured she must have absorbed five pounds of hot meat loaf into her middle and that was enough to fill out anybody.