Looking Back
(A “Cum Diaries” Story)

The “Cum Diaries” are occasional fictionalized accounts of stories told to me by my readers, in this case of my short story “Dave's New Job”. That began an ongoing conversation with L&M in Oregon about their experiences.

Part 36

1983

Lisa let a few giggles rippled through the audience before continuing. She sat down on the padded bench with her thighs spread wide then beckoned for Joe to bring in the dogs. An audible gasp went up from the audience seeing the size of the already half emerged cocks swinging beneath both of the large animals.

The dogs stopped in front of Lisa, both panting rapidly with their tongues lolling to the sides of their mouths. Lisa leaned over and took the Great Dane's head in both her hands first before lashing her tongue out to meet the dog's. The dog slobbered all over her face for a moment before she pulled back and repeated the kiss with the German Shepard. A mixture of their drool dribbled from her chin to her tits.

After a few moments, she dropped to her knees and reached beneath both dogs to take their growing cocks in her hands. She looked around the stirring audience, noticing three women already fondling their own tits as they watched and several of the men rubbing the growing bulges in their crotches. She smiled to herself knowing this was just the start of the show.

As the dogs dick's stiffened, Lisa fell to her back and pulled the German Shepard's hind quarters on top of her, running her tongue around the blunt tip of his cock while smearing his leaking sticky precum across her lips and cheeks. She lay with her legs spread wide, her already dripping, glistening pussy fully exposed and pointed directly at the evening's hosts, Marc and Celeste.

“Someone put a pillow under my ass and bring the other dog over here,” Lisa said to no one in particular as Joe urged the Great Dane forward and the animal's huge cock grew larger, “I want him to lick me until this one cums into my mouth.”

She wrapped her lips around the blunt tip of the German Shepard's angry looking red and purple shaft. One of the women, who looked to be in her late forties or early fifties and previously acknowledged fucking a dog, took her fingers out of her own dripping pussy to step over with a pillow in her hand. Lisa raised her hips and smiled at the woman as she pushed the pillow under Lisa's lower back. Then she reached down and dragged a finger through Lisa's moist cleft.

“Would you like a taste after the other one cums inside me?” Lisa gasped, thrusting her hips up toward the woman's hand.

“Oh god...yes,” the woman moaned, sitting back on her heels to finger her own cunt with one hand while pushing two fingers of the other into Lisa.

“Stay to guide the other dog's cock into my cunt after this one fills my mouth,” Lisa gasped, the first orgasm of the evening quickly building deep inside her, “then make sure the knot is secured all the way inside me before fingering yourself where I can see you.”

With that she took the German Shepard's cock back in her mouth, bobbing her head up and down faster and faster. The dog squirmed and stomped his feet but stayed in position straddling Lisa's face. She had to admit, Joe did a good job training the animal.

She reached up and kneaded the dog's leathery ball sac in one hand while holding the base of his dick with the other. There was no way she could take his knot in her mouth and intended to spray her face and tits with his watery jism when he started to cum.

The woman pushed Lisa's thighs apart even more as the Great Dane rammed his muzzle toward her glistening slit, his rough wet tongue splitting her already puffy pussy lips before probing the dripping entry to her cunt. She closed her eyes and let out a low moan as a sharp hard orgasm surged through her body.

That climax crested quickly. Above her, the German Shepard's legs trembled wildly with the first spurts of his sperm splashing against the back of her throat. The dog started humping her face manically as his hot watery cum gushed into her mouth. Lisa held him in place for as long as she could until the sheer volume was too much.

She pulled the animal's cock from between her lips as a second orgasm wracked her body from the dog frantically licking her pussy. The German Shepard's watery jism sprayed out over her face and across her tits and torso while that which she couldn't swallow bubbled up from her mouth to coat her cheeks and chin.

Joe pulled the German Shepard from atop her even though some of the animal's semen continued to drizzle from his half engorged cock. Lisa rose to her knees and looked around the room, sensuously rubbing the spent dog cum into her skin, over her tits and into and between the puffy lips of her pussy slit.

She smiled knowingly see some of the women finger their own pussies while others stroked the rigid cocks of a man next to them. One guy knelt between the knees of the other woman who admitted to fucking a dog, eagerly licking her pussy while she roughly pulled her large elongated nipples.

Lisa locked eyes with Celeste. The redhead's yellow dress was hitched up almost to her waist, her knees spread wide enough Lisa could see just a hint of a puffy thatch of hair as red as that on her head. She was stroking Marc's rigid cock with one hand while frantically fondling her exposed right tit with the other.

“I'm ready for the Dane,” Lisa said softly, continuing to smile weakly at Celeste while she knelt over the bench, her thighs spread wide and her ass inclined upward.

The woman brought the huge animal behind her, letting the dog lick Lisa's totally exposed ass and pussy for a few moments. A few gasps and low moans went up from the audience. Lisa tensed slightly feeling the warm rough tongue split her pussy lips and drag across her engorged clit.

The familiar bite of the dog's dew claws puncturing the side of her tits as her cunt was stretched then filled by the dog's enormous cock caused Lisa to arch her back in anticipation. After a half dozen frantic thrusts, the baseball sized knot plunged into her. The last thing she saw before losing herself in the growing ecstasy enveloping her body was Celeste sitting stark naked a few feet away, desperately finger fucking herself, the shredded yellow dress on the floor beside her.

Mike later told her the dog knotted her for seven minutes. For Lisa, it could have been seven hours or seven days she was so lost in her own pleasure.

Even after the dog pulled out of her completely, the aftershocks of her momentous orgasms continued for a few more minutes. As she lay on her back on the floor, she looked up between her upraised knees to see the woman that helped gazing down lustfully. Celeste, still naked, was standing next to her.

Lisa smiled weakly and reached down to spread her engorged pussy lips with both her hands. A steady stream of watery dog cum mixed with her own fluids oozed out of her cunt and down over her puckered asshole. The woman grinned hungrily for a moment before diving between Lisa's legs to lap up the gooey mixture and, in the process, giving Lisa yet another body spanning climax.

“May I?” Lisa distantly heard Celeste ask as the latest orgasm ebbed away.

The young red head hovered over Lisa looking directly down at Lisa's gaping cunt, her bright pink nipples rigidly erect, her flaming red thatch of pussy hair matted with her own juices and flecked with what was probably Marc's cum.

“Sit on my face while you lick what's left of the dog's cum from my pussy,” Lisa croaked.

Celeste did not hesitate one bit. She straddled Lisa's head and leaned forward to bury her tongue in Lisa's pussy. Lisa inhaled the musky scent of Celeste's sex, mixed with just the faintest bleachy hint of Marc's cum as the re-haired pussy lowered to her face. Celeste let out a low moan, her thighs quivering, as Lisa's tongue split her pussy lips and found the pulsing nub of her clit.

For the next few moments, they both eagerly...hungrily...lapped at each others dripping cunts. Celeste tensed, her entire body shuddering as her orgasm surged through her first. The taste and feel of Celeste's pussy juices flooding her mouth sent Lisa to another body spanning climax.

Celeste rolled off Lisa on to her back, her breathing ragged and harsh. When she opened her eyes, Lisa saw Mike standing between Celeste's splayed legs, leaning forward for a close up shot of her dripping and quite puffy pussy. Next to him, Marc leisurely stroked his rigid cock. Celeste grinned up at them both, glanced over at Lisa with a devilish smile and turned her attention back to Marc.

“Are those dogs still here?” she gasped huskily.

1984

“I FUCKING HATE YOU!” Lisa screamed at Mike as the second contraction in less than a minute wracked her body.

“Breathe, baby, breathe...deep breaths...just like we practiced,” Mike said soothingly while squeezing her hand.

“I'M NEVER GOING TO FUCK YOU AGAIN...EVER!” she shrieked, her body tensing as yet another, stronger contraction surged through her.

“You're getting close...push...push now,” the doctor instructed Lisa, looking up over her mask from between Lisa's spread thighs.

“FFFUUUCCCKKK!” Lisa cried, her face covered in sweat from the strain, “I'M GOING TO CUT OFF YOUR COCK...AND STUFF IT UP YOUR ASS!”

“Now...one more push,” the doctor told her calmly, “I can see the crown of the baby's head.”

“AAAARRRRGGGHHHH...FFFUUUCCCKKK...KILL...YOUUUU!”

“Now...here the baby comes...one more push...there...now...now,” the doctor continued calmly as Lisa shrieked.

Then it is was done.

The doctor held up a blood spattered, squalling infant not much larger that one of Mike's shoes. She pulled down her mask and extend the child to Lisa who lay slumped back, covered in sweat and breathing raggedly.

“It's a girl!”

1985

Lisa blinked awake to the persistent ringing of the phone on the nightstand next to Mike on the other side of the bed. She rolled to nudge him in the ribs, in the process feeling Jeanie's soft naked body, with Mike's hand between her thin thighs, press against her tits and belly. Their sixteen month old daughter obviously climbed into bed with them again during the night.

“Mike...Mike...wake up...answer the phone,” Lisa mumbled giving him another gentle poke in the ribs.

“What...huh?” Mike finally muttered, opening one eye to look at her in the dim light coming from the bathroom before rolling to reach for the phone. “Who's calling us at this hour? It's three in the morning.”

“Just answer the phone,” Lisa says crossly.

Her hand brushed over her daughter's stomach, across her bare mound to rest on the little girl's hip. Jeanie unconsciously spreads her thighs without even waking, inviting her mother to fondle her protruding mons and split her tight smooth pussy lips. The warmth radiating from that taut gash on her fingertips causes Lisa's nipples to stiffen as she gentle circles the tiny nub of her daughter's clit.

“What...how...when?” Mike suddenly shouts, throwing his legs off the edge of the bed to sit stiffly upright. “No...oh god...no!”

“What is it?” Lisa asked, propping herself up on her elbow, the realization dawning on her that no call at that hour was going to be good news.

“I'll call you back in a few hours,” Mike continued speaking on the phone after listening in silence for a couple of minutes, ignoring Lisa, “it's the middle of the night here.”

With that he hung up at looked at Lisa, his face stricken with grief.

“That was Charlotte,” he began, hardly able to contain his emotions, “it's Jan and Anja...they're dead...killed in a car crash a few hours ago.”

“What?” Lisa responded sitting up with a stunned look on her face.

“Charlotte didn't give me many details, just asked to make some flight arrangements to get there as soon as we can,” he answered, still cradling the phone.

“Aimee...what about Aimee?”

“She's apparently a mess but not hurt. She wasn't with them in the crash.”

Since going back to sleep wasn't possible, Lisa got up and made some coffee while Mike took Jeanie back to her own bed. Being the better organizer, Mike set about making a list of things they needed to do as soon as they could book a flight to Amsterdam. Later that morning, Lisa's mother agreed to take care of Jeanie while they were gone and her father would look in on any business issues. By nightfall they were on a plane.

Charlotte was waiting for them as soon as they cleared customs. After exchanging weepy hugs and kisses, she explained what happened as they drove into the city.

Jan and Anja were returning from a party with some of their most prominent members. A drunk driver ran a red light at high speed and t-boned them. Anja died instantly and Jan on the way to the hospital, having never regained consciousness.

“Aimee...how's Aimee doing?” Lisa asked when Charlotte fell silent.

“About as good as could be expected...she's a mess,” Charlotte answered, wiping her own nose with her sleeve, a single tear trickling down her cheek.

At the apartment, Marie Durand, the matronly lesbian doctor met them at the elevator.

“She's asleep right now. I gave her something to keep her out for a couple of hours,” Marie told them after welcoming hugs all around. “Sassa will let us know when Aimee awakes, so go take a shower and freshen up...she's very anxious to see you both.”

Charlotte led them to the same apartment they always used when in Amsterdam and poured them all some wine. For the next hour or so, Charlotte brought them up to date on everything that happened since their last visit.

Aimee was in the third year at the university, studying business and marketing as her father wanted. She shared an apartment, and her bed, with the Swedish twins, Sassa and Sander, who were in the first year at Jan's insistence and expense. The three of them were active in the business as well, mostly on the film side acting in, directing and producing some rather creative short videos that were favorites of the members and sold well on the independent markets.

Even before the accident, Charlotte had taken on growing responsibilities on the business side while Pietr did the same on the production end. Jan and Anja had stepped back a little from day-to-day operations with an eye toward Aimee taking over completely a couple of years after she got her degree.

Two nights ago that all changed.

Lisa was in the shower when Mike answered a soft knock on the door. A puffy red eyed blonde with mid back length hair and dressed in a silky robe stared at him for a moment not moving from the doorway.

“I'm...so glad...you could...come,” Aimee sobbed before melting into his arms.

The funeral two days later was a closed casket affair given the extent of the injuries Jan and Anja sustained. The large crowd included a number of politicians, other local celebrities and apparently every brothel operator in the country, if not all of Europe.

At the end of that long and wearying day, the six of them sat in what was now Aimee's apartment drinking wine and reminiscing. Sassa was the one who started things, or so it seemed to Lisa when she thought about it afterwards.

Sassa got up to get a fresh bottle of wine and sat back down awkwardly next to Aimee, the hem of her dress riding far enough up her spread thighs to expose her lacy powder blue thong. While she was a little tipsy, she was aware enough to notice the bulge in Mike's crotch from where he was sitting between Lisa and Charlotte directly across from her. She grinned devilishly and didn't bring her knees together.

“Hey, Aimee,” Sassa murmured huskily while prodding Aimee in the ribs with an elbow while nodding her head toward Mike, “it looks like we haven't given our guests, who have come so far, proper attention.”

With that, she slid down a little more in her seat, pushing her hips forward so the silky material of her obviously damp thong pressed into the cleft of her mound. Next to her, Aimee perked up, first looking down at Sassa's increasingly exposed pussy and then across to Mike's bulging crotch.

“You are so right, Sassa,” Aimee smiled wanly, reaching down to pull the hem of her own dress until her black hiphugger panties came into view for everyone. “How do you propose we make it up to them for being such inattentive hosts?”

As they talked back and forth, Lisa giggled and brushed her hand across Mike's growing bulge. On his other side, Charlotte leaned into him and licked the outside of his ear with the tip of her tongue as she shrugged off the top of her dress.

“Yeah, you've been here almost three days and I've yet to even see your lovely cock,” she murmured into his ear followed by a tender nibble of the lobe, “or Lisa's sweet pussy either for that matter.”

Next to Aimee, Sander stood without a word and started to peel off his clothes. Lisa felt her pussy twitch as she looked at him, remembering how thick the eighteen year old's cock appeared in the porn videos he did with his sister and Aimee. When his briefs dropped around his ankles, Lisa gasped lowly seeing that his girth was entirely real, his thick uncut semi hard shaft and dangling ball sac nestled below a thin puff of blonde pubic hair.

“I want to suck his cock and lick his balls,” Sassa said to Aimee, still looking at Mike's bulging crotch as she stood ant let her dress fall around her feet so she stood naked save for the dripping wet thong.

“I want to feel his cock in my cunt...hard and cumming deep inside me,” Aimee countered, quickly stripping off her own dress and pinching her erect pink nipples.

“Let's do both,” Sassa said gleefully, “he can fuck you from behind while I'll lick his cock and balls and your pussy.”

“Hmm, I do like the way you think,” Aimee agreed, turning to gently fondle one of Sassa's perky tits. “Sander, you entertain Lisa while Charlotte gets Bitte and Danke.”

“Who's Danke?” Lisa asked as she slipped out of her own dress and stood with her feet together as Sander pulled her panties down over her hips and let them fall to the floor before leaning in to lick her right nipple.

“The two and a half year old chocolate Labrador my family gave Aimee for her eighteenth birthday,” Charlotte replied, unzipping Mike's trousers to take the throbbing head of his dick into her mouth.

“Oh...wow,” Lisa muttered, feeling a few droplets of her pussy juices seeping down the inside of her thighs.

“And her father tells me Danke has the biggest cock of any dog he's ever trained,” Aimee added, extended her hand to help Mike stand, “you're going to love it when he knots you.”

Charlotte stood with him and turned to give Aimee a tongue lashing kiss before leaving the room to get the two dogs. Lisa sat back down on the sofa and pulled Sander close, licking a drop of the teenager's precum from the head of his dick before taking him completely into her mouth. Aimee and Sassa led Mike toward the master bedroom with their hands on his cock and balls and his all over both their taut asses.

“Bring her in here with us,” Aimee called back over her shoulder, “I want to see your cock in her mouth and cunt and have her nearby to lick myself after Mike fucks me.”

As soon as they entered the familiar bedroom, Sassa climbed on the huge bed and flopped on her back with her legs spread wide. She played with her glistening pussy as Aimee straddled her face, spreading her thighs and settling down until Sassa's tongue easily split Aimee's throbbing slit. Mike climbed up behind Aimee, with Sassa licking and sucking his cock for a moment before guiding it into Aimee's wet waiting cunt.

Lisa watched Mike's shaft disappear into Aimee before pushing Sander down on his back and straddling his hips. She raised herself a little as Sander roughly fondled both her tits and his sister reached over to hold his cock upright for her to lower herself. She stopped with his thick member only a short way in until he stretched her pussy lips and tight canal. After a few seconds to adjust to him, she pushed down until he was buried in deep in her cunt as he could go.

Mike glanced over at her, smiling cheerfully while he pumped his dick slowly in and out of Aimee's cunt and his balls slapped against Sassa's forehead and nose. Lisa grinned back at him, humping Sander ever faster as her first orgasm of the evening rapidly built deep in her cunt.

With her pussy filled with Mike's pumping dick and Sassa hungrily licking and sucking her clit, Aimee was the first to cum. Her cunt canal clamped on Mike's dick as her back arched and her entire body quivered. She let out a mournful groan then squirted on Sassa's face, flooding the younger woman's mouth to pool beneath her head.

As her pussy canal clamped on his dick, Mike felt his cum being sucked deep into Aimee's cunt. He thrashed against her frantically until the last drops of his jism spurted into her. His deflating dick slipped from her pussy, followed by a steady gooey flow of his cum mixed with Aimee's juices coating Sassa's face and her eagerly lapping tongue.

Aimee slumped down and rolled off Sassa, taking Mike with her. Next to them, Lisa was also close to cumming with Sander's thick dick pounding against her g-spot with every thrust. Sassa crawled over and straddled her brother's face, lowering her throbbing pussy to his tongue as she leaned forward to passionately kiss Lisa while fondling her swaying tits.

That was enough stimulation for Lisa. She let out a loud groan and frantically humped Sander's cock as a massive orgasm surged through her body. He responded by flooding her pussy with spurt after spurt of his warm thick jism. As he climaxed, Sassa ground her pussy and throbbing clit against his mouth and tongue, her cunt cream smearing his chin and cheeks as her own orgasm wracked her body.

They all lay panting raggedly when Charlotte came through the door, the two large dogs tugging anxiously at the leashes she held in each hand. She stopped just inside the doorway, commanding the dogs to sit as she looked around the room.

“Don't tell me you are all fucked out already,” she smirked while quickly stripping off her dress, bra and panties.

“Not a chance,” Aimee laughed in response, propping herself up on her elbows with the final remnants of Mike's cum still leaking from her puffy pussy slit, “just getting warmed up.”

“In that case, who's going first?” Charlotte asked, dropping to one knee so she could pet both animals as they licked her face and tits.

“I think Lisa should give Danke a try,” Aimee replied with a wicked grin, “especially since she's already stretched by Sander.”

“Fine with me,” Lisa responded, sitting up with her legs dangling over the side of the bed, “but since I haven't seen you fuck a dog yet, Aimee, I think you should fuck Bitte at the same time.”

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