With a wicked grin Vi reached between then, spread her lips, and backed down onto his shaft.
Both gasped and panted as she took slow shallow thrusts backwards, each time sliding just a little bit more into her.
Her rocking hips ground her pert breasts against the older mans chest.
She soon reached the base of his sizable cock, the flaccid bulbs of his knot meeting her lips for a kiss.
Remaining hilted she knelt up above the elder collie, treating him a a wonderful view up her lithe body, her soft but flat stomach, ample bust, slightly curved hips and the thatch which surrounded her sex.
He could see his knot and root sitting just beyond her entrance. Slowly she slid up and up, millimetre by millimetre his cock was revealed, slick and red, from her tight tidy lips.
He went to reach up and touch her, but she batted his hands away.

"Mmm, sorry this is a solo performance, I just an organ recital. You are going to lie back and enjoy. Think of nothing at all but how I feel on you. Just focus on that. I like a man who is thoughtful, but you're thinking far too much for our show. It's not a work of auteur cinematography. This is, perhaps, more akin to those films from the 70s and 80s where characters would run around naked, full bush and tackle on show, in some form of bawdy comedy thinly veiling softcore pornography. So, I'm going to use your hardware in my soft-core to make some hard-core you can watch and enjoy. Think nothing more than how you have a desperately horny young woman who finds you quite aesthetically pleasing on your rather wonderfully large shaft..." With that she gyrated her hips, smearing her wet pussy over the pointed tip of his cock, with a single forceful roll of the hips she dropped herself down, hilting him, letting out another songful moan.

He lay back and crossed his arms under his head so he could enjoy the view.
She was right. For some reason he had started to panic. They had all night, and from what she said, all of the long weekend too.
For now, this was a hookup, although it was a new experience to him, he was enjoying the adventure, he just couldn't shut off his old habits. He hadn't ever fucked without a few date, some courting, but, with her, he felt maybe they'd do things backwards somewhat.
They both were sexual beings who wanted the other, so they would satisfy those urges before they would start to "walk out".
He watched her body roll and buck over him, how she liked to touch herself, to use his cock like a dildo.
He knew he was larger than average, most ladies he'd been with would need substantial foreplay and maybe for him to take it slowly when they started. The collie currently hilted upon his shaft had no such issues, readily taking him the first time with surprising ease. He hadn't thought about it until now, as he watched her lower lips strain and grip his solid shaft.
He had once, out of curiosity, compared himself to a drinks can... Then two, and found he was perhaps as girthy as one and as long as two, knot excluded.
He was proud of his endowment, but watching it slide into her tight young slit, next to those stained frolicking bunnies made it look so much larger and reminded him of their age difference.
He was shaken from his return to self reflection as she started to stroke herself, finger pads occasionally grazing his shaft as she explored her slit.
He could reflect on why such cubbish underthings were so hot to him later.
Right now he had a woman to pleasure.

Or perhaps more accurately, a woman was pleasuring herself over him.
The view, in his opinion, was spectacular. How she huffed and rolled, moaned and gasped above him.
He let her use him.
Closed his eyes and enjoyed feeling her move above him. Her succulent lower lips grip and stroke him.
She started to pick up speed, he could feel her fingers working her cunt moving faster.

"Gonna, close... Will you?"

He was getting close himself. He had been holding off until she was.

"I am. Keep this up and..." he was cut off as she came hard, moaning deeply and with surprising volume. She bucked and shivered, feminine juices dripping like sweet nectar from her gripping petals.
Feeling her clench and shift he bucked a few times and came once more.
He stopped short of tieing but still shit several strands of his seed into her as his soul shot to the heavens alongside hers.

She sagged, panting hard, over him, bringing herself to flop against his chest.

"Two..." she panted, he could feel her tail flick happily against his legs where she straddled him. "...just..." she waved vaguely around the room with a hand "a dozen or so more to go..."

"A dozen?! My girl you'll be the rapturous death of me! I don't think I can sustain a dozen more orgasms like that without tiring, or tieing... But most certainly losing quality!"

The laughed together,

"No dafty, furniture to defile with our nude bodies in the throes of sexual passion..." she pulled off his cock, still hard without the tie,

"I don't know how to defile the bedside tables... They are rather cramped... Or the lamps... Even if you ride my pole the lamps are perhaps a rather unsafe alternative."

She kissed him on the nose

"Good point. Also, I probably have one or two more in me. Especially if we want to have any time tomorrow, now asleep until an unreasonable hour. So..." she was trailing small circles in his pubic fur just next to his sheath, drawing intricate spirals of sexual fluids with a finger.

"I believe I have still not evicted those bunnies from their beautiful mound. In the interest of their safety I really must! For they will surely drown if they remain there any longer." He pushed her playfully over onto her back kissing her nose before slowly backing down her lithe young body. As he went down he kissed and nipped, just as he had done on the way up.
Stopping he took each nipple in turn to lick and whirl them in his mouth.
She moaned and gasped, wriggling at the attention.
Finally he reached those pesky rabbits, sitting so defiantly on their sodden pink field of cotton.

"I have never cared much for hunting, but these rabbits do need to be relocated, perhaps to the floor. If not for their own safety but so I may access the fertile lands they occupy." He felt his hands shake just a little with anticipation. He'd seen her mons, her pubis and vulva, seen her sex stretch and part for him, yet now he felt like a pup again, those first tentative explorations of his distant youth.
Slowly the cavorting bunnies fled the predator's grasp, off their mound, down the thighs and off, a short flight to the foreign land of floor.
He knelt up over her, between her knees.
She had one arm lazily resting up above her head, the other against her tummy.
She smiled softly up at him, the white of her chest and stomach flowing up to her muzzle. The fade to greys along the edges.
How her neat thatch of pubic fur was part of the fade, how it seemed to darken down to her thighs.
Her smile, her eyes, the slightest overhang of a fang, she looked so like his ex-wife when she was young. So like his daughter.
He studied her from his position, hand slowly trailing up to stroke himself, as she silently mimicked him, a hand sliding to her dripping sex.

She gasped as she slid her fingers to her leaking cunt.
The two bountiful loads of collie cum he'd filled her with slowly dripping out.

"You're beautiful. I intend to violate you, to contrast your beauty with the disgusting depravity I shall enact upon you. Great artists will look upon our lovemaking and see the dark and light of our fur merge as I join you to me by solid flesh" to emphasise his point he shook his cock at her, gripping just behind his unformed knot.

"I wish to hear the finale. The last great aria of our work. The final passions of a woman reaching celestial bliss upon the wings of climax." He lent forward over her on all fours, sizable rod hanging between them, pointed tip just teasing the lips of her sex.
"I am going to make you howl like our quadruped cousins do during their heats. To make you utter those primal sounds our ancestors did during fertility rites."
With that he thrust forward as hard as he could.

He hilted and caused the bed to shake from the force of doing so.
She uttered the first beautiful moan.
Drawing back he slammed forward again, building up momentum like the pistons of a steam engine.
He started slow, but thrust by exquisite thrust he built a pace.
Her moans and gasps forming a beautiful medley of sexual passion.
He could feel his sack hitting her crotch.
She wrapped her legs around his hips, the extra leverage letting his sizable engine penetrate deeper into her desperate tunnel.
She felt glorious around him.
He cum mixed with her own honey formed the most wonderful lube.
He watched her face with a fierce passion, how her lips moved as he moaned and panted, then down, how her chest heaved and breasts bounced with every powerful thrust.

"Do it, tie me! Tie me please!" She hardly got the words out between panting moans.

She was in ecstasy, he was in her.
He readily obliged.
With a single loud grunt he hilted. The lobes of his thick knot forcing their way in before expanding.
He came, hard, a bounty of potent collie cum flooding her sex.
She let out a bark of pain and pleasure as his knot entered her, then howled in euphoria as she came.
He joined her.
There was no real chance the occupants of the near rooms didn't know what the pair were up to.

He panting he pulled her into a deep kiss, forcing his tongue deep into her muzzle, lapping at her own appendage.

They embraced tightly as he continued to buck slightly.
She made sweet moans into his muzzle.
He could feel her life breath trying to get free as they kissed, limited to only her nose.

Finally he had to surface.
Leaning up he gave a couple last firm shoves of his hips, rocking her in place as his large knot held them together.

"Ahhh! Daaaadddyyy... Stooopppp..." she was so out of it she didn't realise what she'd moaned.
He did.
He heard it.

He bucked again.

"Gonna... Cum, again..." her hand shot down between her legs, but instead he caught it. Pinned it to the side.

"Ah ah ahh, let me take care of this."

It was hard to think at all, he was almost as out of it as she was, but he had to do this. To see if he could make her cum again. Moan those words again.

He started to buck harder and harder into the heated collie bitch below him, his own hand now where hers was headed.
He whirled his fingers awkwardly over her sex. Stroking and massaging her hidden clit as he bucked into her hard and harder.
He felt his own second climax approach too.
He'd never experienced this before. But even when he'd conceived his darling daughter his wife was done and when they tied.

"Cum for me. Cum for me my beautiful darling. Cum for me girl"

"Wanna... Cum..." she huffed, eyes closed, hands grasping at the sheets.

"Cum for daddy! Be a good girl and cum for me!" this was thrilling and new, so many new experiences.

"Waanna... Ahh! Cum for daddy, be a good girl for daddy!" She huffed, voice desperate.
She was so tight around him, he could hardly focus on one new experience, let alone all the others.

"Daaaaaaddddyyyy!" She squealed, almost as loudly as her howl.
The sudden vice-like grip she had around him finished him.
He came, hard.
He flopped onto her like a sack of potatoes.
Rolling off her as if he had been filleted he snuggled up to the completely blissed out collie girl.
He struggled to keep his eyes open.
So gave up.
He soon passed out, heart pounding as he came down from the most incredible orgasm he'd ever had.