BATH DAY by Nevyn Monday. Bleagh! I'm sitting here in front of my PC remembering Saturday. Sort of a usual Saturday with a bit of a twist. At 8:30 Heather got up out of bed (I can't understand people who can get up early on a Saturday!) and started pottering about in the kitchen. I closed my eyes with a view to another hour or two's kip when I heard Kathump kathump, kathump kathump, KATHUMP KATHUMP, WALLOP!! Two great huge heavy weights thumped onto the bed almost breaking my spine and rupturing my innards (or worse, turning my innards into outards). Before I was able to open my eyes, my face was being smeared by what felt like a wet, warm sponge, no, two wet warm sponges, and my body felt like it was pinned to the bed my a tree trunk. Muffled I heard a merry voice say "Good morning, sleepyhead. Get up. You got a swimming pool to dig today." Trying to sit up but failing, I said "Mmmglurph glarp". Bad mistake. As soon as my lips were parted, Hamlets slimy tongue slipped into my mouth and halfway down my throat. I honestly wouldn't mind, except I know what he sometimes finds and eats! My arms were pinned down by the weight of both the dogs on the bed spread, and my shoulders were held down by Hamlets paws. Xanth was lying across my hips, and I was completely pinned down. Hamlet had covered my face with drool, and cleaned out my nose and mouth with his tongue, and worse, I was getting a hardon that was becoming painful, as it was underneath the bedspread held down by Xanth. Eventually I managed to move my right leg out to the side of the bed, and gain enough leverage to bend my leg so I could roll out from underneath the two monsters. Now that I was free I leapt onto the bed rolling Hamlet over and pinning him beneath me. With his rear legs bent, but splayed out to the side, his genitals were fully exposed and he was at my mercy. Xanth was still lying near the foot of the bed, probably asleep already. I sat on Hamlet so his ballbag was pressing against my arsehole, and our dicks were pressed against each other, my thighs above his legs, and my legs curling below his legs, so my heels were pushed against the base of spine, and I began vigorously scratching my fingers up and down his chest. Hamlet thrashed his head to the side trying to bite my knee, and waved his front paws in the air as I lay on to of him, pressing my naked body against his chest, and nuzzling the side of my face against his jowls. The old hormones were beginning to boil in my bloodstream, as my dick reached its full engorgement and pressed hard against Hamlets dick, also beginning to grow covered in its hairy sheath. I sat up and reached behind me to scratch between his ballbag and anus, making him groan a deep rumble of pleasure and lick his jowls, causing wet slapping sounds. Running one hand up and down his chest and over his small nipples (I don't know if he has sensitive nipples, but he has never complained, so I guess he likes it) I could start pulling his sheath back and forward over his dick. Instantly it began swelling and extending (these guys are such pushovers) and it glistened red and wet. I raised myself on my knees and pulled his dick back and upright, then slowly lowered myself onto his hot, pulsing meat. The point pressed against my hole, and slowly, slowly I took the full length of it up my arse. Hamlets eyes were glazing over, as he lay perfectly still, savouring the novelty of being screwed on his back. Hinging my knees and bracing one hand next to his ballbag behind me so it could hold and guide his dick, and the other on his chest I could run my sphincter up and down the length of his shaft. Hot meat filled my butt and the sensation was making my pre-come lubricant ooze out the end of my dick. As I reached the end of my strokes, my buttocks pressed against his groin, and the full length of his shaft inside me, I would pause slightly, and at each pause, I could feel the base of his dick swelling bigger. Until it plugged my hole completely, still swelling so we were tied together, mated so I couldn't remove him from inside me if I had wanted to. Deep, deep in my hole I could feel him contracting his muscles, and red hot lava come poured into me: Hamlet at the peak of his pleasure was coming into my arse, filling me with his passion. At first, when I was tied to Hamlet, it felt as though I were being reamed with a baseball bat, so big was the swelling that my hole could barely stretch around him, but as I grew more accustomed to it, the feeling of being so intimately tied to him is so intense, so fulfilling. Still his come was pumping into me making me nearly come myself. When I felt him pause, I would squeeze my own muscles against the whole of his shaft to prolong his pleasure. Slowly I edged backward and lay back with a pillow under my hips, so now we were both laying on our backs, butt to butt, with his pulsing cock still bound tightly into me, and as I lay back, I was face to face with Xanth. I caressed her ears, head and neck, and she looked up and licked my face, wagging her tail. I took her tongue into my mouth, and kissed her on the lips, as I ran my hands over her lovely silky body, each movement of my arms causing a reaction that would make Hamlet spurt fresh come into my depths. I scratched her down the ridge of her back, and she rolled over slightly, displaying her magnificent collection of nipples. I turned my head so I could take one into my mouth, and nuzzled my face into her warm, soft belly fur, sucking like a puppy, and feeling so secure and safe in the embrace of my animals. Each time I shifted I would feel Hamlets dick, which may have been softening a little, surge back to rigidity and a fresh wave of his hot fluid would squeeze out up my hole. I was so blind horny that pre-come was pooling into a small lake on my own stomach, I was being elevated to a state of randiness that release would bring oblivion. I fondled Xanth and sucked her nipples, while my man was releasing himself to his fullest inside me. We stayed locked into that embrace for at least half an hour. Finally, finally Hamlets dick began to subside, I could feel it letting its tight grip up my rectum start to relent, as the passion washed out of him. Sated he was starting to pack up his tools, as it were. Me however, I was as randy as they make them. I moved to stand up, and I felt Hamlets dick pull right out of my arse, barely allowing me to keep the semen from splatting out. Xanth raised her head as I got off the bed and looked at me with her big saggy eyes, thumping her tail on the bed and stretching a paw out at me. I scratched the top of her head as she yawned hugely. She sniffed my dick and licked casually at the wetness of the lubricant. I had an idea, something I hadn't tried before. Holding Xanths head still with one hand, I guided my cock into the side of her mouth, into the flap of jowl. That wonderful, intelligent dog of mine stayed perfectly still, not moving a muscle, as my dick slid it's full length into the side of her mouth, the head slipping along next to her teeth (surprisingly they are really smooth, and so well lubed with her saliva they were slippery like her gums). Now I could grip my dick through the flesh of her jowls, and rub the cheek up and down the length of my dick. What an incredible feeling!! Her mouth was really warm, and feeling my dick through her cheek was awesome. I would describe it like jerking off while your dick is covered in a big, warm, furry condom, but that really doesn't come close. Perhaps closer to giving yourself head. Anyway the feeling was incredible, and I began rubbing her jowl faster along my dick, seeing it inside her mouth, and feeling the fur and my own meat with my hand. Xanth was still staying stock still, not sure, I guess, what was going on. I was getting closer to orgasm, and losing rational thought, the novelty of getting a blowjob from my dog, and seeing my dick vanishing and reappearing into the loose flesh of her jowl, being pressed against my dick. Now I couldn't hold back, as I was thrusting into her mouth, rising higher toward orgasm, until, Pow, Zap zapzap, electricity flowed from my dick, up through my body into my head, orgasm thudded into me. Semen squirted into Xanths mouth, wad after wad of thick, white come flooded into her. I dug my fingers into the side of her head, scratching her ears convulsively as I came, the novelty of the experience prolonging my pleasure. And still the waves were washing through me, coming still, forcing the come into Xanth. I gripped my dick again through her flesh, squeezing the last of the come, and pleasure, into her mouth and withdrawing, even then small bolts of pleasure gripping my muscles. Now Xanth moved, licking her jowls and swallowing my come, wagging her tail and smacking her lips, enjoying every morsel of her breakfast snack. "Come on, breakfast is ready. Pancakes and maple syrup" called a sweet voice from the kitchen. "I just got a blowjob from Xanth", I declared in return. "And you didn't let me watch, bastard. Hey," the voice was closer now, "I thought you'd still be shagged out from lastnights performance. I'm still sore from the cucumber." Heather rubbed her pussy through the thin fabric of her dressing gown. "Ah! Don't forget you were going to bath the dogs today." Goddamn. Forgot. They WERE a bit whiffy, but bathing them was a tremendous effort. You imagine trying to keep a dog that weighs more than you from leaping out of the bath while they are still waterlogged, or from eating the soap. Fuckit. "O.K. Which one do you want?" "Wrong again! Darryl and Janene are coming over at 11:00 and we are bottling peaches all day. You get both" Goddamn. Both of the monsters. Breakfast. Yummm. Maple syrup. Hot pancakes. Yummm The day was slated to be a cracker. Absolute heaven, blue sky horizon to horizon, not a cloud to be seen. Perfect weather to be doing nothing but lying in the sun like a pregnant lizard, no worries or cares. Just bliss. Unfortunately I was in the process of wresting Xanth into the tub. Twelve stone of eel. Why, O Lord why don't they like getting into the tub. They love being wet, they love getting washed, they love being dried off. But they will not, WILL NOT get into the tub!!! Eventually (as usual) I just lifted her bodily into the tub. We have a huge bathroom, tiled everywhere, and a great big spa bath, three seater at least. I wash the dogs in here 'cause it's easier (I think) than doing it with buckets outside. Washing the dogs is easiest in three sections. Rear first, then middle, then head. In between washing their middle and head, I rewash their whole body. You see, the first shampoo barely suds, just washing off the surface dirt, and revealing the more fundamental mess underneath. Then their head last, 'cause neither of them really likes having their ears wet. Naked is the best way for me to be too, otherwise anything I'm wearing fills up with dog hair and clogs the washing machine. Also, let's face it, I'm kinky as hell! While I'm washing them, I like to bring them to orgasm too. Xanth I played with just before washing her head, stimulating her nipples with my soapy hands, until she was begging me to enter her. Then inserting one finger, two, and slowly fucking her with my fingers. She started humping up and down my fingers, really slippery from the water mixing with her love juices. I kept my fingers pushing into her, and letting her hump their entire length, until she orgasmed, squeezing her vagina muscles onto my fingers, smacking her lips loudly as she came. (and burbled as it came? Hmmm gives the Jabberwocky a whole new meaning!) With my fingers as far into her as they could go, I could feel the convulsions as she bathed in her ecstasy. Finally they became less frequent and violent as the pleasure washed out, leaving her sated. After I withdrew my fingers, Xanth leapt around and swatted me playfully with a paw. 40 litres of water leapt around too, and swatted me playfully. Sigh. Most of it would flow down the floor drain. Hamlet I washed the same way (why change a formula that works, right?), after I eventually got him in the tub, but I didn't make him come this time. Nope, I had plans for this laddie and his meat this time. When I had finally got him clean, form the tip of his tail to the tip of his nose, and in between carefully washing his dick and inside his sheath as much as possible, and scrubbing around and in his arsehole (you never know when you might want to screw him), I rinsed him off, and began towelling him off. Xanth is very blase' about being dried:- she just stands there and takes it, but Hamlet loves it. He bites at the towel and snuffles through my legs, trying to rip the towel into tiny bits. All the while it gets him horny as hell. Dry as I would be able to get him, and with some of the water cleaned up from the floor, it was time for he and Xanth to be brushed, something else they both love. I took them into the guest room to brush them, listening as I passed the hall to the sounds of preserving coming from the kitchen. Darryl and Janene were with Heather in the kitchen. Good friends of ours. We were slowly sort of negotiating with them a foursome. It would happen, but in it's own good time. The dogs coats become so soft and silky smooth after they have been bathed, I can never resist rubbing all of my naked body up and down theirs. So soft and warm as I cuddled them both to me, while I brushed. I had to brush them alternating fairly regularly, or one would get jealous and push in between me and the other. I got Hamlet to lie down and roll over so I could brush out the loose fur on his stomach and chest. He would wave his legs in the air and try to bite my knees, making deep groaning noises of pleasure as I brushed him. His dick was getting hard too, as he was becoming horny as me. Slowly I began rubbing his sheath over his meat, getting instant response from him, hunching his hips up to meet my hand, thrusting into it. I teased him a little, bringing him close to coming, then pausing, to let him recede again. Lowering my head, I breathed in deeply and took in the scent of him, slightly damp, but clean, and tickled the sensitive tip of his now huge, pulsing cock with my tongue. Instantly a jet of almost clear fluid spurted onto my face. I grabbed his dick through his sheath hard, and began pumping it up and down, at the same time sucking on his dick quite strongly. Hamlet pushed his hips up, sinking his dong into my mouth and squirting his come into in stream after stream. His come tasted slightly salty, but not unpleasant. It was quite thin, (don't let anyone tell you it is thick like human come) and there was a lot of it. Jet after jet squirting down my throat, as I swallowed it all, Hamlet pushing his long red dong into my mouth so my lips were running up and down the whole length of his wanting shaft. I sucked harder and more come squirted in, flooding my taste buds with that warm juice. I massaged his balls in their black sack, and pumped the base of his dick. Now I was horny as hell, so I sat up and kneeled next to him, still pumping his dick with one hand, and my own with my other hand. The slick, clear juice of my own precome covered the head of my dick, and I could have fucked him up the arse then and there, but instead after only a few pumps on my super-stiff dick, I began feeling the tang of orgasm stirring within me. I leaned over Hamlet, and pointed my dick at the base of his as I started spurting my thick come onto him. I could still taste his sperm in my mouth as I watched my come splash against his dick, getting spread over the whole length of his meat by my hand pulling him off. This brought a fresh series of spurts from him, and seeing his come squirt into the air to land high up his chest prolonged my own orgasm. Thick come pulsed out my dick again, and began to flow over Hamlets balls and around the base of his dick. Electricity gripped me still as the orgasm held me, blind to anything but the sex between us. Not so intense, now the pleasure started leaving me, feeling drained and exhausted from the intensity of the orgasm. Hamlet sat up as soon as I released him and began licking my and his come off is balls and dong. Xanth wandered up from sleeping in the corner and snuffled into my groin, licking the come off my hands and dick, still getting small twangs of pleasure out of my anti-climatic state. I caressed both my dogs with genuine love, letting them know they were good dogs, letting them both nuzzle their noses against my body. I wrapped a towel around me and went to my room to dress. The dogs I left to wander into the kitchen to annoy the cooks. I soon followed them into the kitchen, and my wife came up and hugged me and kissed me on the mouth. "Thank you for washing them both. Have fun?" "Same as usual," I said and grinned. Heather grinned back and said, "Good. Hope you still have some energy left to start the swimming pool with Darryl!" by Nevyn