#ItDoesn’tChafe

Part III

With practised stealth, Max turned the key in the lock, making the least amount of noise, slipping in quickly as soon as the opening in the doorway was wide enough to let her in sideways and then closed the door quietly behind her. No barks or excited yips. She took off her high heels and left a trail of clothes as she quickmarched towards the bedroom. By the time she was at the bedroom door, she only had her phone in her hand, which she had set to silent mode even before she left the car and was skipping out between steps to get rid of her panties. A large wet spot was in the front and center of it still. It probably had wetted the inside of her skirt as well.

As she pushed the doorhandle down ever so slightly, she heard some soft swishes and thumps of the dog’s tails. They’d understood that she was home and was being quiet, so they were trying to contain their excitement too. Only one of them stood in the doorway opening as she sashayed inside and closed it behind her. She put her finger on her lips, to signify that they had to stay quiet and moved to the bed. Ronnie was still sleeping deeply with her teddy between her legs and the two dogs that had laid down next to her, looked up sleepily. A pointed finger to the floor got the message across, they moved off the bed and allowed her to close in on Ronnie. A quick lick of their snouts was all the acknowledgment she got and needed.

She sat down on the bed, careful not to cause too much movement and pulled open her nightstand and started rifling through it. There were a lot of toys in that drawer. A lot. It took her a while, but she found the one she was looking for. It was the smallest of the anatomically correct k9 cocksleeves with their own insert, to keep it rigid, if no actual cock was present. She giggled under her breath as she looked around the room, to check for errant cocks, to pull the cocksleeve over.

Max took out the large bottle lube from the bottom of her nightstand and dabbed three dots on it, which she then spread around it. She was tempted now to use it on her self. Or at least grab one of the others and put it in herself. But she didn’t want to be distracted.

Very carefully she lay upside down next to Ronnie, so she could see right into her pelvic area. The legs of the bear were sticking out and his crotch and Ronnie’s were aligned. She checked if the flexible point of the cocksleeve was still as soft, floppy and flexible as she remembered it to be. It was. She moved the tip to where the living and lifeless crotches joined, seeing just a hint of drying up vaginal self lubrication on Ronnie’s skin. The bear’s fuzz looked slightly moist.

Max blew three puffs of air at Ronnie’s pussy and saw her skin reacting to it, without waking her. Good. She was still deep asleep. Then very gently, she started using the tip of the cocksleeve to touch her labia, letting it go this way and that, putting as much pressure on it, as she would when holding a felt tipped marker. The strokes were erratic. Not yet a chosen direction and thrusting, but rather searching. As it fell into the groove of her labia more often, she pretended that the cock was happiest in that valley.

Ronnie moaned under her breath sexily. ‘Ooh baby’ She grabbed the teddy tighter and drifted off again into deeper sleep. She bucked her hips twice slowly to acknowledge the exploratory pokes in her sleep. Max kept moving it and pulled it away momentarily. When she put it back, warm spit was coating the tip, just enough for it to drip some on Ronnie’s pussy. When it did Ronnie shuddered involuntarily. ‘Baby’ She moaned into the bears fuzz.

This time Max focused on the slit and was making slight erratic thrusting movements. Ronnie reacted in her sleep by doing counterthrusts, now less languid and with more power. Nothing to shake the bed with, but a different intensity none the less. Max suddenly had an idea and moved up, towards Ronnie’s breasts and licked and suckled her nipple. Just a few quick dabs with her tongue first, to make it even harder then they were already and then a quick deep wet suckle for about five seconds. When she unlatched she let her tongue linger on the tip before breaking contact. Ronnie’s face was a cross of anguish and arousal. Her mouth was wide open, to suck in as much air passively as she could. Drool was escaping from the side.

Max wanted to kiss her on her face, but suppressed the urge, she wanted to take this further, as far as she could manage. It was hard though, seeing her girlfriend there and not frigging her self off to the image of Ronnie getting off on the bear, dreaming whatever was being projected in her mind’s eye. She went back down and dribbled some spit on the tip of the cocksleeve again and let it slip over her vaginal slit.

Ronnie reacted immediately, by bucking against it, trying to force it inside. ‘mmmm’ she moaned, ‘mommy loves you baby’ she babbled. She kissed the top of the head of the bear and hugged him once more. Max stopped teasing and now exerted enough pressure to actually penetrate inside. It didn’t take a lot of force. Ronnie was sopping wet. Max wasn’t sure whether or not she was imagining things, but it felt like the tip was being pulled inside. And clenched on. Hard. Unwilling to let it leave, now that it was finally inside. Ronnie’s hips bucked only slightly. Grinding more side to side then going for deep penetration.

Max sat up behind Ronnie and as she left the cocksleeve inside and only exerted minimal pressure on it with her fingertip, she licked and suckled Ronnie’s breast again. Her hip bucks changed in rhythm and urgency. She pressed her crotch more fervently against the bear’s. The cocksleeve was caught between them. As she did so, she crossed her legs behind the bear and bucked and bucked and started shuddering. Her legs and feet trembled and Max could see some muscle spasms happening under Ronnie’s soft belly. Her breathing stopped just for a bit. Max suddenly remembered the low blood pressure episodes and worried, fortunately Ronnie started breathing fast again quickly after the stop. It had been a short pause.

Ronnie’s eyelids fluttered involuntarily in the orgasm, whilst she slept and dreamt. Max was so conflicted now. She was super turned on, but didn’t want to wake Ronnie. It’d been great if she had woken up on her own by the orgasm. That was what she’d been hoping for. But now, having seen Ronnie orgasm, she was dripping wet. She pulled the cocksleeve out slowly and licked its tip. She tickled Ronnie’s labia with her fingers gently, who extended her pudendum into it, but was seemingly content with the aftershocks of the orgasm internally.

Max put the still wet cocksleeve in her own pussy, it didn’t require additional lubrication. Not even for the wider knotted bit. She shuddered and breathed through it. She’d been expecting it to require a lot more pressure to go inside. Now she felt full and happy. She remembered her panties were on the floor outside the bedroom. She’d have to risk it slipping out whilst they slept. Hopefully the dogs left it alone. They had trouble differentiating silicone adult toys from their own silicone dog toys. The scent made it worse. It was alluring to them.

She curled in behind Ronnie and sneaked her arm underneath her, spooning her and holding her. As she did so Ronnie cuddled more into the bear and then bumped her ass into Max’ groin, pushing the cocksleeve in just a bit more and securing it. She cuddled into the bears’ face on the other end and drifted off to a deep sleep again. Max wondered if their life could get any better?

(continued in part IV)