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During their vacation to Cornwall, the Dalmatian Teens meet some summertime crushes. Surprises happen as it turns out Dolly's attractive Surfer Crush is really an attractive Surfer Girl. After the harrowing events of the night's storm rescue, Dylan moves off for a little alone time to relax. But it seems he was followed, not by Summer, but by Spike, who has her mind set on thanking Dylan for his rescue efforts. A very thorough thanks. ", "writing": "[b]A Summer You’ll Never Forget[/b]\n\n[i]Sand, Sea and Surfing, so excited to get there! \nAllergies, Bugs and Locals, gonna be such a Nightmare!\nDogs are out for Summer Fun![/i]\n\nWell, it certainly had been a day of summer fun, for certain. And interesting discoveries. Cornwall was a nice place. Seagulls can be heroes too. Dolly plays for both teams. The ocean is beautiful but unforgiving. Cows are just Unforgiving. \n\nLocal Girls are [i]so, so pretty.[/i]\n\nThe sound of a record scratch in his headspace interrupted Dylan’s thoughts as he lay back on a beach towel. It drew him from his focus on the lovely Border Collie, Summer, whom he had oh so awkwardly befriended and perhaps sown the seeds of a little more, and put him back to his mental list of new revelations... [i]What was that middle one again?[/i]\n\nOh, yeah... as it turns out, Dolly liked girls, too. Something he’d found out earlier that morning, when he’d watched alongside Dolly and Summer as a figure emerged from the surf, fur glistening with dripping seawater, striding up onto the beach with a swagger and a sway that had literally dropped Dolly’s jaw, and narrowed Summer’s eyes to a glare of dislike. They’d stopped in front of the other three dogs and introduced themselves to Dolly as Spike. Just Spike. In one of the silkiest feminine voices that Dylan had ever recalled hearing. \nIt had been to Dylan’s great surprise when Dolly seemed to melt at the words of the smooth Doberman bitch, and the pair of them had slipped away for a walk up the beach, Spike saying something about ‘showing the gal all the good spots along the coast’. They had been gone much of the afternoon, while Dylan had run around with Summer, rescuing his adventurous little sisters from a cave, escaped impending doom, and finally been caught by his mother having a more than curiously long look at the swaying backside of the Collie as she strode away with her tail asway. \n\nWhen Dolly and Spike had returned, her brother had been certain that he could see the remnants of a deep red blush beneath the white fur across Dolly’s face. What had those two been up to all this time? Dolly seemed to be acting a little more than dreamily spaced out around the Dobbie girl.\n\nThe family had partied hard in the aftermath of the bus catastrophe and the amazing storm rescue, and all of them had worn themselves a little. At some point, Dylan had decided to slip away down the beach to a more secluded area, to lay out and collect his thoughts alone. Rescuing his parents, sister and Spike from a watery doom with an insanely dangerous makeshift kite and a ride through a storm cloud, Dylan couldn’t believe he’d managed to pull all of it off and come out alive. He closed his eyes and took in a deep, steadying breath, letting all the stress that the adrenaline of the moment had suppressed wash out of him as he exhaled, sighing with relief.\n\nWhen he opened his eyes up, he was met with the snout of the Doberman girl poised over his face, looking down at him with her striking dark eyes and a soft smile on her muzzle. “Hi, there.”\n\n[i]“GAH!” [/i]Dylan burst out with shock at the unexpected appearance “Sp..Spike? What are you doing here?” Rolling to his paws, he stood and looked around for signs of any other dog in the area, Dolly, or even Summer. \n\nThe black and brown bitch set down just inches away from him, the smirk on her face filled with mischievous intent. She leaned closer, and with no warning, dragged her tongue across the dalmatian’s nose with a slurp. At this, Dylan nearly instantly faded to a beet red color, his eyes wide with surprise as he just stared at her. Gaping for words, he found all he had for seconds was “Buh...I...wha...”. Despite his confusion, he felt that he ought to be able to look a lot less stupid at this moment, but it just didn’t come.\n\nSeconds more passed, as Spike continued to lean closer herself toward him, looking expectantly, possibly for a return, before Dylan found his coherent voice again, “I...uhh... what was that for? I mean... what about... Dolly?”\n\nSpike let her teasing little smile grow a bit more along her face, “Well, given you saved my life from a watery doom, I thought I’d come over here and give you the thanks you deserve... You were [i]My Hero[/i] too, ya know...” She quoted the title that Summer has used almost mockingly at the lighthouse earlier, before she leaned forward and licked him once again, across his cheek, and continued, “And what ABOUT Dolly? She’s a right fun gal, and I want to spend more time with her later. But you deserve a little reward for your very brave acts today. And I thought I’d like to get a taste of [i]two[/i] sexy spotties today.”\n\nHis eye twitched hearing that... Taste? Two? “I... what... uhh... do you mean...?” Spike cut him off by slipping her slender form right close against him, her short, smooth fur brushing along his as she tilted her head in and brazenly licked across his neck. \n\n“Dolly made a lot of cute noises when we were here earlier. I wonder what sound’s YOU’LL make...” She crooned into his ear, a paw slipping up to caress over his side, dragging claw tips through his fur, grazing his skin beneath and raising goosebumps that sent a shiver through the nervous Dalmatian. \n\nHe sputtered more when she all but spelled out what she had gotten up to with his sister already, and what she seemed to be planning to do with him. And his thoughts flashed back toward the pretty Collie he had wanted to work up the courage to...what? “But... I... Summer...” But he was cut off by the soft, warm lips of the dobie girl, who had taken advantage of his hesitation to close their distance.\n\nHe almost yanked away by reflex, but instinct won over and the haze of hesitation started to melt away into the kiss, Dylan could make out several kinds of flavor on her lips... one of them undoubtedly had to have been Dolly’s...whatever had been assailed by these same lips that day. \n\nIt wasn’t long before Spike pulled away from the lip-lock, her eyes which had slipped shut to enjoy fluttering open to meet his gaze again. “Summer’s loss if she didn’t come and get you first, really. She’s so stuffy, don’t you think? You don’t need a girl like her that wants to play Hard-to-get.” She grinned as she let the paw that was teasing his side draw inward, boldly caressing over the insides of his thighs, pleased to find that her work was already drawing out the part she was most interested in getting at, Dylan’s sheath starting to open with a peeking tip. “Not when you have someone here who wants to give you everything you deserve and more.”\n\nShe drew her paw upward from between his legs, to join her other paw on his chest and with an almost effortless press, she shoved the dalmatian onto his back upon the beach towel. Caught off guard, Dylan flopped backward, his front paws tucking and his hind legs splaying outward, revealing his bits in their growing state, his peeking tip already more like a tube of lipstick from the dobie's teases. Taking advantage, Spike slipped down and lay herself between his spread legs, leaning in and nuzzling into his dangling sack and bulging sheath. “Mmm, you’re not a modest boy at all, are you? I knew you’d have to have some big ones, to do everything you did today...” Grinning, her stubby tail wagging excitedly, she dipped her muzzle to his crotch and licked across his balls, which sent a wave of pleasure right up through his sheath, his length throbbing outward to its full Red Rocket state, dragging a delighted moan from Dylan.\n\nTaking her advantage, Spike let her tongue slip from over his sac to the sheath, dragging a slow lick up the full length of Dylan’s cock, lapping at the tip teasingly, one of her paws massaging with soft pads over the rest of the length. Tilting her head, she slipped her muzzle over the already drooling tip and drew it into her maw, tasting the arousal of the boy. Her own excitement rising, she was sure the scent of her own wetness would find his nose soon. Pressing her lips down further, slathering her tongue over the warm flesh, suckling around it as it twitched under her treatment. Her paw slid down to rub across the sheath base, cupping and fondling the full orbs, rolling them gently in her grip, coaxing toward his climax. \n\nAs she continued to work her muzzle down over his shaft, Dylan’s breaths grew heavy and harsh, his hips bucking upward into the Dobie bitches face, his cock tip dribbling pre freely over her tongue as it washed across his length. When her nose met his sheath, the full extent buried down in her throat, she sealed her lips around him and sucked with vigor, drawing a moan from the dalmatian that he feared would be heard halfway down the beach. \n\nWhen she pulled her muzzle free from his dick, a wet slurp and a gasp for breath, leaving Dylan to whine piteously. Spike caught her breath up, her paws stroking over the saliva-coated length, keeping him stimulated. “Mhhh.. You taste sooo nice, Dylan. But I think I need a little attention, too... just need a bit of a change around...” she teased as she stood from between his legs, moving her body to raise her rump over his wide-eyed face. Her legs parted to either side of his head, she offered Dylan the first sight between her slender thighs covered in the lighter brown fur... first sight, then first whiff of the scent coming off the dobie’s fortune cookie sex, glistening with her own arousal. The scent drifted down and caught in his nose, flaring up, and shooting all the way through his body to twitch his cock before her eyes. \n\nDylan was no stranger to this kind of sight... He recalled suddenly the times he had spent with Roxy, the large and lovely rottweiler friend, in one of the nights she had come over to stargaze with him, and they had gotten a little frisky, and the big girl had delighted in a tongue bath... then some more memories he felt were almost traumatic, recalling the aggressively pressing ass of Portia ground down into his muzzle, smearing his gothic makeup with her leaking cooch while she demanded his servicing, obliged with both terror and enthusiasm. All of it had been good times. \n\nGetting the message quickly, Dylan’s paws slid up over her hips and gripped at the dobie’s rear, pulling her down into a sit where her quivering cookie met his snout, immediately pressing his tongue out to brush flatly across her puffy lips, eliciting a happy sigh from Spike above. She wriggled her ass down against him as he began to work, grazing his tongue across her spade with sparse licks, teasing her and sampling the nectar of her arousal. She tasted sweet, but also vaguely of seawater... she must have spent quite a long time in the water.\n\nSpike let him work over her pussy as she settled her head back between his legs, head tilting sideways to drag her own licks across his cock again, still stimulating him toward his edge. A wicked grin crossed her look as she gazed down past his standing shaft and spread legs to the wagging tail, and the pink star just under its base. She dove her head down, and Dylan yelped in surprise as he felt the wetness slide over his tailhole, his body shivering with the sensation it sent through him, before his cry melted into a pleased sound. He responded by pressing his tongue past the puff of her spade, delving into her and flickering his probe around for the sensitive nub within, aiming to make the dobie moan back. \n\nAnd it worked! Spike groaned hotly as he delved inside her sex, which came wetter from both his licks and more of her juices seeping out as he worked her up. She used a paw to continue stroking up and down his dick while she retaliated on his tailhole, her tongue licking firmly along his ass, pressing her wet muscle against the tight ring trying to work into him. \n\nThey kept at one another, each assaulting the other’s most sensitive spots with tongues and toes, while the sounds of the pair’s moaning filled the area. Dylan massaging and squeezing the dobie’s rump in his paws as he ate her out, Spike keeping her paw jerking the twitching rocket as she drove her tongue into him. Dylan’s tip was drooling with its readiness to pop. Each found that sensitive sweet spot within their partner at nearly identical moments, and together they erupted, Spike’s cookie spilling with her climax, Dylan’s dick errupting with spurting ropes of thick seed, splattering the sand behind them with their projectile power. If the sounds they made didn’t draw attention from elsewhere, it was a miracle indeed. \n\nDylan panted heavily, sprawling across the towel while the Dobie rolled to her side next to him, her head resting on his thigh, trying hard to catch her breath. Each tail wagged steadily, and Dylan tried to peer down at her with his appreciation... “Wow, that was... great! Th..Thanks, Spike...” \n\nShe lifted her head from his side, catching his gaze, a sultry look still shining in her eyes. “Don’t say thanks yet, stud... we ain’t done yet!” \n\nHe twitched in two places... in an eye. And lower. It seemed he wasn’t quite spent after all. He watched nervously as she rolled up to her paws, standing over him once more, her hips poised above his own, her face come level with his. She leaned down and pressed her nose against his, licking across his lips, keeping his gaze locked to hers. Between his legs, his dick had throbbed its way back to fullness, tapered tip pointed upward toward the dripping wet spade that hovered above. With what seemed practiced aim, the Doberman bitch lowered her hind end down, and tensed as she felt the head of Dylan’s tool met its mark against her vulva. \n\nWith a heated groan, she pressed her sex down over his tip, the dalmatians cock spreading her open and slicking into her depths, helped by the juices of her arousal. She was warm and snug inside, and the moan that Dylan was letting out drew longer each bit she sank onto him. His paws had found their way to her hips, gripping them tightly as she sat herself down to the base of his length, the bulge of his knot already starting to grow. She settled herself down, wriggling her hips side to side, huffing as she felt the fullness in her. “Mhhh... You feel real nice right there, Dylan.”\n\n“Ahh...! Warm... d..dog, you feel good, too...” came his reply, his hips humping upward reflexively as she settled down. \n\nSpike braced her strong back legs on the ground beneath, sitting up to press her front paws against his chest, lifting herself back up the length of his dick, squeezing her sex around him, her spade dragged upward until she nearly came free of the tip, holding just the point within her. With no further pause, she sank back down, the wet schlick of her vulva reaching Dylan’s ears, and a meaty slap as she reached the bulging base again, and the dobie moaned loudly for the dalmatian buried inside her again.\n\nDylan felt like he was in heaven as his lover began to ride him, rising and falling with rapid movement, her surfer toned leg muscles propelling her atop the throbbing dick plunging into her. Her body trembled with building need, her cookie seeping more of her juices around his cock, easing the way more. Dylan tried to start a pace with her, bucking his hips upwards into her as she sank down, meeting her hips with thrusts strong enough to cause his refilling balls to smack against her rump each time it came down to them.\n\nHe held her tightly for support and concentration, gritting teeth as he fucked up into her riding form. The pair groaned and huffed as they worked themselves together, Spike soon could feel her spade gripping at the full-formed knot which was now knocking at her entrance each time she came down on it, stretching her vulva wide. Dylan clutched at her hips, slamming himself up against her, feeling the edge closing in. The dobie scratched at his chest with claw tips as she strained herself downward onto the bulging glans, gritting teeth as she pressed onto it... she wanted it in, needed it in. A little more... stretching her soo nicely...!\n\nWith an audible pop, the full bulge of Dylan’s knot slipped into her, her pussy swallowing it up and closing around it in a vice grip that caused both dogs to howl as they hit their peaks together, Spike’s spade gushing down over his balls, which pulsed as they emptied, and Dylan’s rocket blasted off, flooding the dobie’s insides with new gushes of his warm cum. The pretty bitch continued to buck herself down against the dalmatian as she rode through her orgasm, when she settled down to trembling aftershocks of her climax, she lay across his chest, their groins locked tightly together. She could still feel the flowing warmth inside her, not worried where all that potent seed might settle or take root. She licked affectionately at his cheek once again, hugging him tightly. \n\n“There we go... a proper thanks for my hero.” She whispered, nuzzling into his neck.\n\n“Wow... if this is the kind of thanks they get, I’ll definitely need to look out for more opportunities to be one... hah ha...” He chuckled at his thoughts, but seconds later, his expression twisted to one of panic... and he tugged his hips downward, wincing as his still puffed knot held fast within the dobies messy cookie. “Ohhh no... we... we got a little loud there... We need to... we gotta get...” He looked around nervously at the edge of the secluded cove, realizing that howls of passion could quite easily be mistaken for howls of distress... which might cause...\n\nFour faces had appeared around the rocky cover of the area, and all sets of eyes fell squarely on the pair of lovers laying chest to chest, clearly connected in the most intimate of places. Looking Concerned... Doug. Looking Surprised... Delilah. But the other two... the glares of both Summer and Dolly were both nothing short of furiously jealous. And both voices rang out in a strange harmony of anger...\n\n[i]“What the Dog is going on HERE?!”[/i]", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "A Summer You’ll Never Forget

Sand, Sea and Surfing, so excited to get there!
Allergies, Bugs and Locals, gonna be such a Nightmare!
Dogs are out for Summer Fun!

Well, it certainly had been a day of summer fun, for certain. And interesting discoveries. Cornwall was a nice place. Seagulls can be heroes too. Dolly plays for both teams. The ocean is beautiful but unforgiving. Cows are just Unforgiving.

Local Girls are so, so pretty.

The sound of a record scratch in his headspace interrupted Dylan’s thoughts as he lay back on a beach towel. It drew him from his focus on the lovely Border Collie, Summer, whom he had oh so awkwardly befriended and perhaps sown the seeds of a little more, and put him back to his mental list of new revelations... What was that middle one again?

Oh, yeah... as it turns out, Dolly liked girls, too. Something he’d found out earlier that morning, when he’d watched alongside Dolly and Summer as a figure emerged from the surf, fur glistening with dripping seawater, striding up onto the beach with a swagger and a sway that had literally dropped Dolly’s jaw, and narrowed Summer’s eyes to a glare of dislike. They’d stopped in front of the other three dogs and introduced themselves to Dolly as Spike. Just Spike. In one of the silkiest feminine voices that Dylan had ever recalled hearing.
It had been to Dylan’s great surprise when Dolly seemed to melt at the words of the smooth Doberman bitch, and the pair of them had slipped away for a walk up the beach, Spike saying something about ‘showing the gal all the good spots along the coast’. They had been gone much of the afternoon, while Dylan had run around with Summer, rescuing his adventurous little sisters from a cave, escaped impending doom, and finally been caught by his mother having a more than curiously long look at the swaying backside of the Collie as she strode away with her tail asway.

When Dolly and Spike had returned, her brother had been certain that he could see the remnants of a deep red blush beneath the white fur across Dolly’s face. What had those two been up to all this time? Dolly seemed to be acting a little more than dreamily spaced out around the Dobbie girl.

The family had partied hard in the aftermath of the bus catastrophe and the amazing storm rescue, and all of them had worn themselves a little. At some point, Dylan had decided to slip away down the beach to a more secluded area, to lay out and collect his thoughts alone. Rescuing his parents, sister and Spike from a watery doom with an insanely dangerous makeshift kite and a ride through a storm cloud, Dylan couldn’t believe he’d managed to pull all of it off and come out alive. He closed his eyes and took in a deep, steadying breath, letting all the stress that the adrenaline of the moment had suppressed wash out of him as he exhaled, sighing with relief.

When he opened his eyes up, he was met with the snout of the Doberman girl poised over his face, looking down at him with her striking dark eyes and a soft smile on her muzzle. “Hi, there.”

“GAH!” Dylan burst out with shock at the unexpected appearance “Sp..Spike? What are you doing here?” Rolling to his paws, he stood and looked around for signs of any other dog in the area, Dolly, or even Summer.

The black and brown bitch set down just inches away from him, the smirk on her face filled with mischievous intent. She leaned closer, and with no warning, dragged her tongue across the dalmatian’s nose with a slurp. At this, Dylan nearly instantly faded to a beet red color, his eyes wide with surprise as he just stared at her. Gaping for words, he found all he had for seconds was “Buh...I...wha...”. Despite his confusion, he felt that he ought to be able to look a lot less stupid at this moment, but it just didn’t come.

Seconds more passed, as Spike continued to lean closer herself toward him, looking expectantly, possibly for a return, before Dylan found his coherent voice again, “I...uhh... what was that for? I mean... what about... Dolly?”

Spike let her teasing little smile grow a bit more along her face, “Well, given you saved my life from a watery doom, I thought I’d come over here and give you the thanks you deserve... You were My Hero too, ya know...” She quoted the title that Summer has used almost mockingly at the lighthouse earlier, before she leaned forward and licked him once again, across his cheek, and continued, “And what ABOUT Dolly? She’s a right fun gal, and I want to spend more time with her later. But you deserve a little reward for your very brave acts today. And I thought I’d like to get a taste of two sexy spotties today.”

His eye twitched hearing that... Taste? Two? “I... what... uhh... do you mean...?” Spike cut him off by slipping her slender form right close against him, her short, smooth fur brushing along his as she tilted her head in and brazenly licked across his neck.

“Dolly made a lot of cute noises when we were here earlier. I wonder what sound’s YOU’LL make...” She crooned into his ear, a paw slipping up to caress over his side, dragging claw tips through his fur, grazing his skin beneath and raising goosebumps that sent a shiver through the nervous Dalmatian.

He sputtered more when she all but spelled out what she had gotten up to with his sister already, and what she seemed to be planning to do with him. And his thoughts flashed back toward the pretty Collie he had wanted to work up the courage to...what? “But... I... Summer...” But he was cut off by the soft, warm lips of the dobie girl, who had taken advantage of his hesitation to close their distance.

He almost yanked away by reflex, but instinct won over and the haze of hesitation started to melt away into the kiss, Dylan could make out several kinds of flavor on her lips... one of them undoubtedly had to have been Dolly’s...whatever had been assailed by these same lips that day.

It wasn’t long before Spike pulled away from the lip-lock, her eyes which had slipped shut to enjoy fluttering open to meet his gaze again. “Summer’s loss if she didn’t come and get you first, really. She’s so stuffy, don’t you think? You don’t need a girl like her that wants to play Hard-to-get.” She grinned as she let the paw that was teasing his side draw inward, boldly caressing over the insides of his thighs, pleased to find that her work was already drawing out the part she was most interested in getting at, Dylan’s sheath starting to open with a peeking tip. “Not when you have someone here who wants to give you everything you deserve and more.”

She drew her paw upward from between his legs, to join her other paw on his chest and with an almost effortless press, she shoved the dalmatian onto his back upon the beach towel. Caught off guard, Dylan flopped backward, his front paws tucking and his hind legs splaying outward, revealing his bits in their growing state, his peeking tip already more like a tube of lipstick from the dobie's teases.  Taking advantage, Spike slipped down and lay herself between his spread legs, leaning in and nuzzling into his dangling sack and bulging sheath. “Mmm, you’re not a modest boy at all, are you? I knew you’d have to have some big ones, to do everything you did today...” Grinning, her stubby tail wagging excitedly, she dipped her muzzle to his crotch and licked across his balls, which sent a wave of pleasure right up through his sheath, his length throbbing outward to its full Red Rocket state, dragging a delighted moan from Dylan.

Taking her advantage, Spike let her tongue slip from over his sac to the sheath, dragging a slow lick up the full length of Dylan’s cock, lapping at the tip teasingly, one of her paws massaging with soft pads over the rest of the length. Tilting her head, she slipped her muzzle over the already drooling tip and drew it into her maw, tasting the arousal of the boy. Her own excitement rising, she was sure the scent of her own wetness would find his nose soon. Pressing her lips down further, slathering her tongue over the warm flesh, suckling around it as it twitched under her treatment. Her paw slid down to rub across the sheath base, cupping and fondling the full orbs, rolling them gently in her grip, coaxing toward his climax.

As she continued to work her muzzle down over his shaft, Dylan’s breaths grew heavy and harsh, his hips bucking upward into the Dobie bitches face, his cock tip dribbling pre freely over her tongue as it washed across his length. When her nose met his sheath, the full extent buried down in her throat, she sealed her lips around him and sucked with vigor, drawing a moan from the dalmatian that he feared would be heard halfway down the beach.

When she pulled her muzzle free from his dick, a wet slurp and a gasp for breath, leaving Dylan to whine piteously. Spike caught her breath up, her paws stroking over the saliva-coated length, keeping him stimulated. “Mhhh.. You taste sooo nice, Dylan. But I think I need a little attention, too... just need a bit of a change around...” she teased as she stood from between his legs, moving her body to raise her rump over his wide-eyed face. Her legs parted to either side of his head, she offered Dylan the first sight between her slender thighs covered in the lighter brown fur... first sight, then first whiff of the scent coming off the dobie’s fortune cookie sex, glistening with her own arousal. The scent drifted down and caught in his nose, flaring up, and shooting all the way through his body to twitch his cock before her eyes.

Dylan was no stranger to this kind of sight... He recalled suddenly the times he had spent with Roxy, the large and lovely rottweiler friend, in one of the nights she had come over to stargaze with him, and they had gotten a little frisky, and the big girl had delighted in a tongue bath... then some more memories he felt were almost traumatic, recalling the aggressively pressing ass of Portia ground down into his muzzle, smearing his gothic makeup with her leaking cooch while she demanded his servicing, obliged with both terror and enthusiasm. All of it had been good times.

Getting the message quickly, Dylan’s paws slid up over her hips and gripped at the dobie’s rear, pulling her down into a sit where her quivering cookie met his snout, immediately pressing his tongue out to brush flatly across her puffy lips, eliciting a happy sigh from Spike above. She wriggled her ass down against him as he began to work, grazing his tongue across her spade with sparse licks, teasing her and sampling the nectar of her arousal. She tasted sweet, but also vaguely of seawater... she must have spent quite a long time in the water.

Spike let him work over her pussy as she settled her head back between his legs, head tilting sideways to drag her own licks across his cock again, still stimulating him toward his edge. A wicked grin crossed her look as she gazed down past his standing shaft and spread legs to the wagging tail, and the pink star just under its base. She dove her head down, and Dylan yelped in surprise as he felt the wetness slide over his tailhole, his body shivering with the sensation it sent through him, before his cry melted into a pleased sound. He responded by pressing his tongue past the puff of her spade, delving into her and flickering his probe around for the sensitive nub within, aiming to make the dobie moan back.

And it worked! Spike groaned hotly as he delved inside her sex, which came wetter from both his licks and more of her juices seeping out as he worked her up. She used a paw to continue stroking up and down his dick while she retaliated on his tailhole, her tongue licking firmly along his ass, pressing her wet muscle against the tight ring trying to work into him.

They kept at one another, each assaulting the other’s most sensitive spots with tongues and toes, while the sounds of the pair’s moaning filled the area. Dylan massaging and squeezing the dobie’s rump in his paws as he ate her out, Spike keeping her paw jerking the twitching rocket as she drove her tongue into him. Dylan’s tip was drooling with its readiness to pop. Each found that sensitive sweet spot within their partner at nearly identical moments, and together they erupted, Spike’s cookie spilling with her climax, Dylan’s dick errupting with spurting ropes of thick seed, splattering the sand behind them with their projectile power. If the sounds they made didn’t draw attention from elsewhere, it was a miracle indeed.

Dylan panted heavily, sprawling across the towel while the Dobie rolled to her side next to him, her head resting on his thigh, trying hard to catch her breath. Each tail wagged steadily, and Dylan tried to peer down at her with his appreciation... “Wow, that was... great! Th..Thanks, Spike...”

She lifted her head from his side, catching his gaze, a sultry look still shining in her eyes. “Don’t say thanks yet, stud... we ain’t done yet!”

He twitched in two places... in an eye. And lower. It seemed he wasn’t quite spent after all. He watched nervously as she rolled up to her paws, standing over him once more, her hips poised above his own, her face come level with his. She leaned down and pressed her nose against his, licking across his lips, keeping his gaze locked to hers. Between his legs, his dick had throbbed its way back to fullness, tapered tip pointed upward toward the dripping wet spade that hovered above. With what seemed practiced aim, the Doberman bitch lowered her hind end down, and tensed as she felt the head of Dylan’s tool met its mark against her vulva.

With a heated groan, she pressed her sex down over his tip, the dalmatians cock spreading her open and slicking into her depths, helped by the juices of her arousal. She was warm and snug inside, and the moan that Dylan was letting out drew longer each bit she sank onto him. His paws had found their way to her hips, gripping them tightly as she sat herself down to the base of his length, the bulge of his knot already starting to grow. She settled herself down, wriggling her hips side to side, huffing as she felt the fullness in her. “Mhhh... You feel real nice right there, Dylan.”

“Ahh...! Warm... d..dog, you feel good, too...” came his reply, his hips humping upward reflexively as she settled down.

Spike braced her strong back legs on the ground beneath, sitting up to press her front paws against his chest, lifting herself back up the length of his dick, squeezing her sex around him, her spade dragged upward until she nearly came free of the tip, holding just the point within her. With no further pause, she sank back down, the wet schlick of her vulva reaching Dylan’s ears, and a meaty slap as she reached the bulging base again, and the dobie moaned loudly for the dalmatian buried inside her again.

Dylan felt like he was in heaven as his lover began to ride him, rising and falling with rapid movement, her surfer toned leg muscles propelling her atop the throbbing dick plunging into her. Her body trembled with building need, her cookie seeping more of her juices around his cock, easing the way more. Dylan tried to start a pace with her, bucking his hips upwards into her as she sank down, meeting her hips with thrusts strong enough to cause his refilling balls to smack against her rump each time it came down to them.

He held her tightly for support and concentration, gritting teeth as he fucked up into her riding form. The pair groaned and huffed as they worked themselves together, Spike soon could feel her spade gripping at the full-formed knot which was now knocking at her entrance each time she came down on it, stretching her vulva wide. Dylan clutched at her hips, slamming himself up against her, feeling the edge closing in. The dobie scratched at his chest with claw tips as she strained herself downward onto the bulging glans, gritting teeth as she pressed onto it... she wanted it in, needed it in. A little more... stretching her soo nicely...!

With an audible pop, the full bulge of Dylan’s knot slipped into her, her pussy swallowing it up and closing around it in a vice grip that caused both dogs to howl as they hit their peaks together, Spike’s spade gushing down over his balls, which pulsed as they emptied, and Dylan’s rocket blasted off, flooding the dobie’s insides with new gushes of his warm cum. The pretty bitch continued to buck herself down against the dalmatian as she rode through her orgasm, when she settled down to trembling aftershocks of her climax, she lay across his chest, their groins locked tightly together. She could still feel the flowing warmth inside her, not worried where all that potent seed might settle or take root. She licked affectionately at his cheek once again, hugging him tightly.

“There we go... a proper thanks for my hero.” She whispered, nuzzling into his neck.

“Wow... if this is the kind of thanks they get, I’ll definitely need to look out for more opportunities to be one... hah ha...” He chuckled at his thoughts, but seconds later, his expression twisted to one of panic... and he tugged his hips downward, wincing as his still puffed knot held fast within the dobies messy cookie. “Ohhh no... we... we got a little loud there... We need to... we gotta get...” He looked around nervously at the edge of the secluded cove, realizing that howls of passion could quite easily be mistaken for howls of distress... which might cause...

Four faces had appeared around the rocky cover of the area, and all sets of eyes fell squarely on the pair of lovers laying chest to chest, clearly connected in the most intimate of places. Looking Concerned... Doug. Looking Surprised... Delilah. But the other two... the glares of both Summer and Dolly were both nothing short of furiously jealous. And both voices rang out in a strange harmony of anger...

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