Ball-park Hot Dog.

After quickly primping and preening in the bathroom mirror, and the invariable self-critique of my aging physique, I thought to myself, any dude would happy to enjoy my bounty.

Our en-suite bathroom window faces the street, and after a quick scan down the lightening street, I could barely make out a shadowy figure in the distance.

The hound started whining a bit, and pressing her snout into my thigh repeatedly, expressing her dissatisfaction at this unexpected delay, as if I needed a reminder.

Hubby added to the cacophony, barking from the bed to get a move on.

Still naked from the night before, I slipped on only my slides, and darted off downstairs.

It was a hot, foggy, drizzly, humid morning, giving the sunrise an eerie, spooky vibe, and then it started to sprinkle.

The fog hugged the ground obscuring my vision. Even our mailbox was difficult to identify.

But the warm embrace of heat and humidity coddled me, like I was stepping into a sauna. I began to perspire the moment I passed through the garage door.

There is something so freeing about being naked, I just stood there and enjoyed the moment, a light rain began to fall, matting my hair to my face.

The hound was having none of this. Standing in the rain for no reason was a uniquely human experience. She urgently tugged at her leash in pursuit of the perfect spot to dump last night’s meal.

As is our morning constitutional ritual, the hound leads the owner, and I’m just along for the ride.

Hopeful that her olfactory senses would lead us through the mist to our rendezvous; I followed along eagerly.

The accumulated combination of light rain and my perspiration began rolling down my body in rivulets, dripping from my chin, and nipples, and even my closely shorn pubic patch.

My nipples were hard as erasers, a physical manifestation of my arousal, revealing my state of mind.

Bounding out of fog came my neighbor’s hunting dog. He would be soon to follow.

I was instantly struck by the worry that our attire would be mismatched, him in raincoat and boots, and me, well, naked. That would be an awkward start.

He emerged from the fog like the Adonis he is.

Clad only in soaked cotton boxer shorts.

I released my hound to greet his, and casually strolled forward to join the dog party.

As I approached, I drank in his chiseled shoulders and abs, my gaze falling to his soaked boxers, that clung to him like a second skin.

His erection was already full and hard, and pulsing, pointing upward, almost poking its head above the elastic waistband restraining it, its sizable imprint leaving little to the imagination.

This wasn’t a serendipitous response; he was expecting me to be there, and his raging hardon betrayed his expectation, from the moment he left his house, if not before.

I didn’t need any more of an invitation.

Our hounds tangled in play between us, I dropped to my knees, joining their tussle, like just another bitch in heat.

I carefully freed his cock, peeling his boxers away and down from his swollen helmet head, before sliding them over and down his sculpted glutes. This man was built for contact.

Like a blind person discerning someone’s face, my fingers traced every outline and contour of his pulsing staff. His balls were huge and hanging heavily between his muscular thighs.

My pussy was dripping like my rain-soaked hair on my head.

He looked down on me like a conquering warlord, eager to pillage the vanquished. Kneeling before him, my subservience was evident.

Cupping the top of my head with one hand, he guided my face toward his cock, now encircled by the fingers of both my hands, slowly pumping its length and squeezing its root, like a cock ring.

His purple helmet head, swollen to its limits by my ministrations, was the poster cock of morning wood. His was a morning red wood.

Before attempting to take its girth into my mouth, I took a moment to appreciate its balanced proportions and symmetry, truly a work of art, edible art.

Kissing its tip, sucking and tonguing its oozing eye, all the while, stroking him, strangling its root so blood only flowed in, not out, pressure building against taut skin, veins distending, I was mesmerized, rain drops running downs his six-pack abs, I teased and tormented this wizard’s magic wand.

Opening my mouth wider, almost hyper-extending my jaw, my top row of teeth scraped over the edge of helmet, as my tongue lashed the underside of his swelling head. He squirmed and twisted but didn’t pull away, the perfect compliment of pleasure and pain.

Slowly bobbing on his cock, I could feel him thrusting sporadically into my mouth, stabbing at my throat intermittently, but after syncing with his cadence, meeting in the middle, mouth and shaft colliding rhythmically, together we hammered his peg down my throat like a pneumatic pile driver, inch by inch, his girth stretching and length distending my neck, as it continued its descent.

My eyelids fluttered shut as I focused on relaxing my throat to accommodate his displacement.

Unwittingly, both of his hands now held my head in place as he began asserting himself, bucking his hips into my face, taking control of his own pleasure.

Our choreographed dance quickly degraded into a desperate game of me trying to breathe between his thrusts, sometimes shallow, sometimes deep, ragged at best, I offered an alternative.

My knees were sinking into the grass which was becoming muddy from the rain.

His hound and mine discovered my fountain of pheromones, and their frenzied snouts rooted my crease from the front and the rear. Inhaling deeply, mouths frothy with saliva, their tongues lapped at my dripping pussy and asshole.

I could have ended this menagerie quickly, my neighbor was so close to blowing his wad, but I wanted my satisfaction too, and a second load in my belly wasn’t what I had in mind.

Tangled in leashes, and rutting hounds, my knees slipping and sloshing in the muddy lawn, I fought my way to my feet, and broke free of the piston cycling in my throat.

Rain began pelting us with heavy droplets as the sky opened up.

Spinning around, I spread my legs and bent at the waist, grabbing the mailbox with both hands for support, my titties hanging down like little the udders they are.

Not sure who or what would mount me first, I glanced over my shoulder, to see my neighbor shimmying up behind me, holding his hefty cock to steady its aim.

I was so wet from the rain and my own lube factory running overtime, that nothing was gonna stop his runaway freight train from entering my tunnel.

His tip parted my pussy lips but my opening resisted his behemoth, too much too soon. Grabbing my hips, and applying more leverage and pressure, his spear penetrated my slickened hole little by little, until the edge of his helmet slipped inside me.

The thickest part was past my gates, and the rest followed unimpeded, disappearing into me as fast as he could shift his hips.
I gasped. It felt like the wind was knocked out of me.

He found my depth in one stroke, bouncing off the bottom, with more drill left to bore.

His torso collapsed on my back as he began nuzzling my wet hair and neck, biting at my neck and earlobe.

Abandoning my hips for a moment, his hands roughly pawed my dainty B-cups, pinching and twisting my nipples, tugging them until I yelped for relief.

He continued humping me without withdrawing a bit, hoping to burrow the last inch of his cock into my pussy.

My pussy accepted his girth but barely, but his length was too much. He was determined to impale his entirety into me and began a cycle of long, slow, deep thrusts, withdrawing until the edge of his helmet popped out me but the tip remained seated in my opening. Then he would slam into me, fast and hard, pulling himself into me as deeply as my anatomy allowed, using my hips for leverage.

With each successive penetration, he descended a little deeper.

He pounded away at my pussy with increasing frequency and ferocity. I lost count how times I felt his weight crashing into me, my pussy surrendering a little more each time.

With each impact, his heavy balls would slap at my clit.

My arms extended outward to the mailbox post, my head hung languidly between my shoulders, swinging forward and backward with each hammering thrust.

I offered no resistance. My capitulation was complete.

His cock now glided effortlessly from tip to root, disappearing completely into me, his pelvis jamming against my spread lips with each cycle of his pistoning cock.

Having broken me, he would now use me for his pleasure and mine.

Using his fingers expertly in concert with his cock and cadence, he brought me to orgasm twice in quick succession.

Exhausted, on wobbly legs, I wasn’t sure how much more I could take.

The hounds had long since retreated to the garage, out of the rain.

With one of his big powerful hands, he pinned my hands together on the mailbox post. My hung head low, my soaked hair covering my face.

If it wasn’t for his hand holding me in place, I may have collapsed.

Thoroughly satisfied, I just wanted him to cum in me and be done.

He withdrew to the tip as he had done a hundred times before, except this time, he popped out. My pussy quivering uncontrollably with its new found freedom from its occupier, and desperate to contract to its original size.

Relieved, I exhaled completely.

Then I felt his bat parting my ass cheeks, and pressing against my rosebud.

My whole nether region was smeared with my lube and his. His cock was coated in slipperiness.

I clenched my anus in denial but said nothing.

The pressure was building against my back door.

I could feel him gaining the upper hand. And then my weakening resistance failed entirely, and he slid into my ass to depths I’ve never felt before.

The onslaught was overwhelming and stupefying. Pleasure and pain became a swirl.

Half a dozen strokes is all it took. Hugging me tightly from behind, grasping my breasts and flattening my distended nipples between his thumb and index finger, like on switches, he then convulsively emptied his balls deep in my ass. Four, maybe five, heavy dollops of his goo painted my inner walls.

He held me like a rag doll, hanging loosely, folded at my waist, his cock still twitching in my ass, occasionally thrusting into me like an echo.

He literally dropped me to my knees, his flaccid giant sated, I slid off his rope, landing in the muddy grass. My asshole still open, struggling to close.

On my hands and knees, I looked back at him over my shoulder. Boxers in hand, he whistled for his hound, which obediently came to running.

He thanked me, formally introduced himself, and said he looked forward to seeing me again.

Same time tomorrow.