Public Nudity / Beach / Brutus Can Go Last
You are way too far gone to find Brutus' behavior disgusting as he laps at the salty slurry of cum and blood at your crotch, or think about it at all really. Honestly, the gentle smoothness of his tongue comes as a balm. What concerns you more is the boys' reaction to it. The teens had been beginning to disperse, almost ignoring you in their cross-conversations, joking and boasting, Now, however, you and Brutus have their attention again. And JayJay's camera is going crazy.
You freeze up in fear, still on your hands and knees. What now?
You feel, more than see, Eli move around behind you and manhandle Brutus in some way. You have no idea what he is doing until you feel the weight of Brutus press in against your back and feel the dog's bony forelimbs clamp down on either side of your narrow waist. You are forced to curl your head under and look between your legs to see what is going on, which is the first time you see Brutus' red-veined, slimy cock. Your family never had dogs. You have never seen anything like this before now. By this point, you are too tired to be afraid, too used up to be humiliated, too filthy to be disgusted. Distant curiosity is the only sensation you feel as Eli helpfully guides Brutus' alien-looking cock-head up against your ass.
There is a bit of pain as it slides in, but everything already hurt. In truth, the dog's softer, wetter cock seems like a blessing after the boys' savagery. The boys are surrounding you, louder and more excited than ever. Several have brought out camera phones to add to JayJay's DSLR. Once his cock finds a home, Brutus starts thrusting away at ten times the rate the boys had. The rate blurs the pounding into something more like vibrations, vibrations that seem to wrack back and forth through your whole body. In all the confusion, you never even notice the way the shape of the dog's cock inside you begins to change.
It does not last long. Brutus' thrusting shifts from the rapid-fire vibration to a few more exaggerated trusts while he tries to crush your hips into his pelvis with the legs clenched about your middle. At last, you notice the pressing impression of fullness, the swollen knot of the dog caught behind your sphincter as the dog unleashed his load into you, trapped behind the seal. Brutus is done. He relaxes his grip on your waist, but only to turn around and awkwardly reposition himself, facing away from you. The wrenching roll of his swollen member inside you causes you to moan and whimper, which, in turn, causes the boys to cheer again.
You allow your shoulders to fall to the ground so you can reach between your legs with both hands and grab at Brutus now impossibly engorged cock locked into your ass. You massage and pull at it, trying to get it out. You drive a few of your fingers into your own bruised and ravaged vagina, trying to press against the bulge through your pelvic floor. Nothing causes it to budge.
Somehow, in all of this, the impossible happens. That strange electricity that started when you were pressed against the table comes back. That writhing, wet, squirming thing that was so different from the pain surges up through you as you whimper, ass in the air, dog tearing you in half, boys mocking and photographing the whole thing. You shudder and cry out as a wave of spasms rock your body.
You don't know what that was. But the boys sure seem to.
In the wake of that strange, internal thunderstorm, you have nothing left. You lie there, naked, covered in spunk, ass locked to Brutus, on the floor of JayJay's Dad's beachhouse while the high school boys take a few more videos. All you fear and hate is gone. Everything seems...not ok....just...well, maybe it is ok...everything seems to just be what it is.
Brutus knot has not even begun to go down, but your reverie is broken when...