Postapocalyptic reality 8
This is a continuation:
Postapocalyptic reality 1
http://xhamster.com/stories/postapocalyptic-reality-1-640119
Postapocalyptic reality 2
http://xhamster.com/stories/postapocalyptic-reality-2-652696
Postapocalyptic reality 3
http://xhamster.com/stories/postapocalyptic-reality-3-664235
Postapocalyptic reality 4
http://xhamster.com/stories/postapocalyptic-reality-4-702206
Postapocalyptic reality 5
http://xhamster.com/stories/postapocalyptic-reality-5-758359
Postapocalyptic reality 6
http://xhamster.com/posts/772750
Postapocalyptic reality 7
https://xhamster.com/stories/postapocalyptic-reality-7-799381
Jenny watched the do-gs confront the Mole-rat. It hissed at them and hunched up , ready to leap out and attack. Jenny was suspicious of this, and wondered why it didn’t try to burrow away – it could easily escape the do-gs, but not so easily win a fight with them. She kept low whilst looking around for a sign of others in the vicinity, but could see none. Maybe it was just over-confident. Maybe it was desperate to defend it’s territory. Who knows? She kept her pistol cocked and in her hand just in case, but let the dogs take care of this bea-stie.
It was over quickly – the Mole-rat lunged at Grey, but he dodged the strike whilst the other do-gs pounced onto the unfortunate creature, and Torro sank his huge fangs into its soft underbelly, ripping out its guts, whilst Rocket went for its throat. Even after it was clearly dead, they playfully tossed the carcass around like a ball before ripping it to pieces and devouring whichever portion they had grabbed. If there were any more around, they were lying low, because Jenny didn’t see any.
She found the gate she wanted, and proceeded to drag it up the hill to her enclosure, where it took her the rest of the day to fit to her fence. Even though she wore a pair of leather gloves, her hands were still aching from handling the cold metal, as the frost never gave way all day. It looked as though winter was setting in, and she was grateful for the warmth of the stove – as were her do-gs.
It had been a cold day and looked like being a colder evening, so the hot broth cooking on the stove was well received. Jenny was not particularly tired (the sun was setting quite early in the evening now), and remembering about the time she had been fucked by a pack of Mole-rats had got her feeling horny. Compared to the cold outside, the cellar was toasty warm, so Jenny slipped out of her clothes and crawled on her hands and knees towards Rocket as he started to lick himself again.
“Save your tongue for something else Rocky boy – let me do that.” she said as she took his sheath in her hand and leaned in to suck on his red hot tip. Rocket whimpered slightly as he felt her tongue glide over his sensitive quivering member. She tasted a few drops of pre-cum as it began to dribble from the tip of his warm glans, and she started to feel wet herself in anticipation of his excited bone inside her. She turned her back to him, hoping he would get the message – he did. Within moments he was mounting her and thrusting his thin member between her thighs.
“Oh yes! Good boy Rocky!” she cried as his bone slid between the folds of her pussy lips and deep into her vagina. The rest of the pack pricked up their ears and started to take interest in the proceedings, and gathered around the pair. Jenny raised her hips and brought her knees up to her chest as Rocket buried his shaft inside her pussy and started to thrust in and out rapidly. She reached out with one hand to grab Grey’s thick shaft and began to masturbate him.
Rocket’s cock jabbed in and out, growing bigger with each thrust until she could feel his knot slamming against her pussy.
Suddenly her eyes widened as she felt Rocket’s knot pop inside her and start to grow. She gasped as the warm cock swelled inside her, filling her love passage as it throbbed and grew. She began to pant heavily as he stopped thrusting and started to flood her womb with hot semen. Jenny shuddered as she felt the wave of warmth in her belly, and pressure built up in her vulva.
“Oh jeeze – Rockeeeeeeeeeee!” she wailed as she climaxed around his throbbing dick. He continued to spurt his puppy juice inside her as he clutched her waist in his paws., then after what semed like an hour but was really only a couple of minutes, he pulled his knot out of her with a wet splosh. Jenny sighed with relief, but not for long. Torro was quick to mount her, and slid his already hard cock into her dilated cunt before it even closed again. His cock was not long, but it was very thick and was soon stretching her pussy so wide she was gasping for breath. After several mad thrusts to loosen her up, he was able to squeeze his knot into her, and she was tied again. He continued to thrust some more, then stopped. She could feel his thick organ throb inside her, then felt another warm rush as he ejaculated. He held onto her tightly, his cock throbbing until he was empty, then cocked his leg over her ass and tried to pull out. At first, they were too well tied, but the pressure in her womb and his great strength as he pulled her backwards with him finally paid of, and with a painful pop, his knot came out, leaving her well pounded cunt gaping wide.
Almost as soon as Torro had pulled out and her cunt was still gaping open, Grey mounted her and in one move sank his hot bone straight into her wet cunt. Grey was a big d-o-g – probably had some Gre-at Da-ne in his bloodline, and his meaty cock was easily the biggest (even bigger than Alfred’s), so even though Jenny’s cunt was still gaping, it was still a tight fit and his first lunge took her breath away. Burying his hard cock as deep inside her as he could, he slammed his knot into her with all his strength. She screamed in pain as the tennis ball sized bulb popped inside her, stretching the walls of her pussy so wide they almost ripped.
“Ughn!” she grunted with each thrust until eventually he stopped thrusting, and to her disbelief his huge cock swelled even bigger, including his hard hot knot. Once again Jenny felt a hot wave spread through her belly as he hosed her womb with hot do-ggy cum. The pressure was unbearable – every muscle in the lower half of her body was straining to push the intruder out of her, but he clung tightly to her and continued spurting hot cum into her already swollen belly. She almost passed out, and was relieved when he finally stopped, but his knot was so huge he could not pull it out of her.
It wasn’t as if she wasn’t used to it – Grey fucked her almost every other night, and successfully tied at least twice a week. It seemed like an eternity before his knot began to deflate, and he was able to pull his cock out of her punished pussy.
Next it was Soldier’s turn, and she was actually relieved when he missed her aching cunt and instead poked his thin hard member into her asshole. Soldier was the smallest of the do-gs, and though he also had the smallest cock, he had the greater staying power. Jenny was exhausted, but though her pussy was totally fucked out, she could still take some cock, and so shifted her position slightly so Soldier could sink his mast with ease. His slippery hot member plummeted deep into her anus, stretching it wide as he positioned himself. Soon his balls were slamming against her wet pussy as he jackhammered away at her back door. She flexed her ring for him, and winced briefly as his knot beat three, four, five times at her sphincter before finally popping inside her back passage. With his knot now firmly embedded in her rectum, he fucked wildly and rapidly, his boney dick poking her gut until she was cumming.
Though he was the smallest of the pack, his cock was still big enough to fill her, and his knot large enough to tie in her ass. Even though he was tied, he still thrust rapidly and with abandon, filling her bowel with hot puppy juice. Jenny felt her stomach fill with the hot sticky cum, and still he kept right on fucking her ass until her moans gave way to a full on howl.
Alfred waited patiently, knowing that whilst the pack are enjoying her now, he would have her last and for the whole of the night.
Eventually Soldier was finished and dismounted her, pulling his dick out of her ass slowly and carefully, Jenny hunched over shaking as the do-gs licked at her pussy and asshole making her wetter rather than cleaning her. It wasn’t every night she serviced them all like that, but she was feeling in the mood.
It may have been cold out, but Jenny was drenched in sweat. She wiped her body down with a damp cloth before putting on a light shirt and sitting by the stove with another bowl of hot soup. She gave the dogs a bowl of the soup before letting them out to do their business, and shivered in the cold air as she opened the hatch. It was a real cold night. It was also a dark moonless night, so she couldn’t see her handiwork, but felt safely assured that her home was now a little more secure. The remains of the house and its yard were completely enclosed, with the new gate being the only way in or out. She had gathered a couple of dozen old empty cans and strung them out to make warning chimes, so if anyone did breach her defences the do-gs would hear them straight away.
It was Soldier’s turn to take night guard duty. He was now fully recovered from his injury, and perfectly able to do his task, but after over two weeks of staying indoors at night, he wasn’t too happy about having to stay out, and whined to be let into the cellar at first.
“Oh come on Soldier – you saw Grey do guard duty last night.” Jenny chastened. “There will be a nice blow job for you in the morning.” she promised. His ears pricked up at the words “blow job”. He knew what that meant. It wasn’t too bad for him – Jenny had erected a good kennel in the yard, and the fireplace was still warm. Jenny had built a flu and metal guard that could be moved over the fireplace, so the last glowing embers could not be seen, and the fire-guard would stay warm for at least half the night. She felt a little bad about making him stay out all the same. She had excused him from guard duty after his injury and guessed she had spoiled him a little. But he’d go soft and never toughen up if she went easy on him now, so she had to be firm.
By the time she fastened down the hatch, Alfred was stretched out on the bed, and the other three do-gs were curled up in a corner together where she had made a rudimentary dog basket from dry reeds and some old rags.
She ground up some Razorgrain and mixed it with a dried Mutfruit, then left it to soak in Brahmin milk overnight so she could make a warm porridge for tomorrows breakfast. Nothing like a sweet warm breakfast to start the day. Finally she put another log in the stove to keep it burning through the night, and made a mental note to stock up on logs for the winter, then cuddled up to Alfred under her blanket.