Sexy Story of the Month - Fond Memories (Patreon)

In the warm summer sun lay basking a particularly pregnant Sherri upon her favored beach chair, with her back resting against a fluffy towel and her body clad in a tight two piece swimsuit that covered her plump tits and snuggly wrapped around her thighs and over her pussy cleft. Yet as the waning summer sun rest upon her dark ebony fur the doggirl seemed more preoccupied with her pregnant belly than anything else on the beach that afternoon. A single digit trailed along the rounded curve of her occupied womb, inside a litter of pups seemed to finally be calm and enjoying the warmth of summer as much as she did. Her eyes gazing at her own figure having noticed the thickness in her thighs and the way her body seemed ready to pop at any given second. Her mind trailed back briefly, reliving the moment that had created that day.

She reminisced about that chilly winter’s day when she was at a company retreat in the mountains, it was frigid cold even during the daytime but that only made the hot tub even better. It had been a few days before Christmas and Sherri was already enjoying some white wine spritzer in a champagne glass and while the hot tub was a little lonely that day she wasn’t getting near the ski slopes, the dumb rowdy bunch of boys from the sales department were sure to cause an avalanche! So she was surprised to see one of them opting to share the afternoon with her in the hot tub, his name was Jibade and he was from sales. He stood out from a crowd with his proclaimed birthmarks, gold markings adorned his face and the insides of his ears in a way that made him seem exotic, and frequently the rumor around the office was that he happened to be an Egyptian Prince in exile. 

It was silly gossip of course but it was still fun to talk about with the other girls when they were at lunch, Sherri happened to be one of the girls working in the tech department, a total sausage fest but she didn’t seem to mind because while the other offices were filled with inane busywork she was able to sneak out early half the time! However dismissing the idea of regality didn’t make her any less shy when he stepped out onto the wooden deck that brisk December morning. His tall statuesque body and crisp muscular form almost caused Sherri to spill her drink from gawking at him as he calmly set his things about on a chair near the hot tub. 

“..Hi.” Sherri had barely managed to say above a whisper as she sunk lower into the bubbling water, downing the remainder of her glass of liquid courage as she tried to gather her flushed thoughts together. Why was he here? Why wasn’t he out on the slopes with all the ski bunnies? “Fancy seeing you here..” 

He made a small grunt in response and then unhooked the towel that wrapped around his body revealing that he had either forgotten or neglected to wear swim trunks. His large paws dipping into the water as Sherri blinked and felt her eyes widen and her lips visibly droop open in stare. He wasn’t paying attention and simply sank into the co-ed hot tub until his waist had disappeared underneath the frothy water, and then even more of him sank upon the inner seat as he leaned back. The size of his form unable to fully submerge until he chose to sink onto the deeper ledge of the hot tub. “Mm.. Do you always keep it this hot?” He said casually, his head having tilted back with his wingspan of arms surrounding the inner ledge of the hot tub. The frothy popping bubbles splashing upon his chest and forearms and letting the droplets trace along the veins of his biceps outlining the toned muscles of a body that wasn’t content to sit on laurels but must have at least visited the indoor office gym more often than not. 

Sherri’s face quickly slid down beneath the water to cover her chest even though her cheeks were blushing bright. “Well I mean, yeah I like hot baths.“ Idle small talk, she bit on her lower lip then glanced to the side to set her drink on the ledge. She wasn’t sure what else to say, what else was there to say really? 

“I like you.” The deep voice rippled through her core the same way a stone on a still lake, her eyes opening wide and in his direction as he gazed directly at her. He leaned his body back and let himself sink deeper into the soothing waters as he let out a slight grunt of muscle relaxing comfort. “You don’t talk too much, some girls, they yammer.” He offered a gentle yet domineering smile. “You don’t.” 

It was a compliment that Sherri wasn’t sure how to respond with, almost anything would betray the statement and she felt conflicted. After being told she wasn’t a yammerer all she wanted to do was simply spill out words. “Oh, thank you.” Was all she could say as she looked to the side, the pregnant pause driving her mad before she glanced back over to him noticing that he was still watching her. “So.. the girls being too talkative is why you aren’t going skiing?” 

He gave a simple shrug of his shoulders, the water dripping down his biceps as he did so. “Let me put it this way,” He said thoughtfully as Sherri’s heart gave a sudden thump. “They say that the key to making a sale is all about telling people what they want to hear.” He lifted himself from the waters that began to cascade down along his naked frame as he approached her, the doggirl’s eyes wide as a droplet of sweat formed upon her brow. “But the real truth is that you listen. Not to what they say, but how they say it..” It didn’t take more than a couple steps for him to be looming over her with his hand gently touching along the underside of her chin. “And I’ve listened to you.. your heartbeat every time I get near.. And yet you never say a thing..” 

She practically melted when he thumbed along her jawline and her tail started to curl between her thighs, her knees touching together. Her body shaking and grateful that the bubbles foaming along her frame concealed her desires but as he leaned downwards she could feel her frame rise as his palm guided her up into a gentle kiss. It was short, brief, but Sherri was putty in his hands that squeezed along her supple curved frame. He held the kiss, simply lips for now, without his tongue revealing itself until his digits were confident that her body craved his. And only then did his tongue extend offering the crimson muscle to which Sherri’s bright blue doggy tongue eagerly accepted. His form hard and steadfast while she practically wanted to melt into him. Finally he broke the kiss and knowing she was in his grasp the deep voice of the jackal spoke with a stern but gentle tone. “Bend over.” He commanded, almost hypnotically.

She swallowed down her throat at first, but the gaze from his eyes made more sense than any reason she could object to. Why shouldn’t she after all? She turned her body to the side and found herself leaning forwards with her tail in the air, biting on her lower lip in anticipation of this regal Egyptian jackal who began to tug free of her bikini bottoms. 

In the present she recalled the chilling sip of white wine spritzer she’d taken and how it contrasted the warmth of the hot tub, but at the same time the warmth of the jackal’s tongue was even deeper. She was sure he was simply going to mount and fuck her but his hot wet tongue was a delightful surprise, the way he kissed and licked against her pussy was a blissful memory that made her current swimsuit feel even tighter than before. Her pawtoes scrunching into the gold sand as the waves crashed against the beach the slight droplets from afar finding their way to land upon the tops of her footpaws as Sherri took a deeper inhale.. Her hand trailing down along her pregnant belly until she found the warmth of her pussy and let herself draw deeper into the memory while a single fingertip trailed along her blue slit. 

His massive cock made her squirm when he rolled it against her inner thighs, her jaw tightening when he massaged at her pussy with the tip only for it to push firmly inside and stretching her inner walls around his shaft. Her juices instantly soaking into his shaft as he thrust himself inside with the full force of his hips, her body jolted forwards spilling the drink to the ground as his dick rammed in and nudged against her cervix, she could feel the pleasure choking at the back of her throat with every pump of his hips. Her cheeks were fully reddened as she panted for air, his powerful hips shaking her body forwards every time he rutted inside her.

She could remember the convulsions throughout her body the way his thighs clapped against hers and sent reverberations throughout her form and made her body churn with pleasure. His hand grasping at her tit and the other holding upon her muzzle, the taste of his fingertip as he probed between her lips and teased at her tongue. In the present Sherri breathed deeper with a single fingertip trailing between her pussy lips and firmly tucked underneath her bikini fabric. A sharp inhale caught in the depths of her throat when she remembered how he did a rapid bucking of his hips, her insides practically vibrating from how deeply he penetrated her and his tip nudging against her cervix every time.

There was simply no real replacement for the continuous thumping of a cock against her cervix, try as she might to recreate the sensation with her own hand clapping against her pussy it wasn’t the same. The way his meaty length kissed against her depths and his fat balls clapped against her mound, how the base of his cockmeat pushed against her clit and the start of his knot threatened to push between her lips. Sherri breathed deep whimpering as her pawtoes scrunched as she thought back to the moments in desperate attempt to relieve them, she recalled the flavor of his palm and the way he huffed against the back of her neck, the strands of his drool spilling down her shoulderblade as he rut inside. “Hhfff.. Hahh.. You.. You bastard..” Sherri whimpered hotly as her heels and footpaws dug into the sand and rose her hips upwards with two fingers firmly digging into her pussy rubbing at the back of her clit from the inside, teasing that special spot as her eyes watered.

And his knot, his knot felt so good, even though it hurt at first when he jammed it inside and growled when he was close. Sherri used her two fingertips to spread her pussy open trying to recreate the feeling of his knot when it pushed inside, every inch of her body convulsed at that moment his knot perfectly fitting the desires of her pussy. The nerve endings at the front, the bundle behind her clit, all of them spasming as Sherri felt the pleasures of the world culminate in that very moment, try as she might with her fingers she had only succeeded in priming herself. Her digits pumping firmly into her twat as she squirmed on the beach with her tongue bit between her teeth. 

She was almost fully transported back to that day, her eyes squinting tightly closed as she breathed in the moments of his twitching cock and his knot throbbing against her inner walls. But his cum, there was nothing like the feeling of being filled with hot cum all the potent seed that gushed inside her body. The moment his swimmers collided against the egg within her womb she knew he’d gotten her pregnant, it was almost like a sixth sense when she felt the warm cum that slid inside her body. The sheer amount of cum he had to offer was pleasure unto itself, her belly and womb sticky with hot ropes of spunk that made her instinctively lean forwards so it couldn’t spill out…

The crunch of footsteps against the powder soft sand brought Sherri back into the real world with her eyes lighting up and seeing the thin strands of her pregnant pussy juices upon her fingers she glanced up to the figure that stood before her. His dark furred frame a silhouette that made his golden birth markings glow in the light from behind him. A bright smile formed upon Sherri’s lips as she saw the large Jackal standing in front of her with his swim trunks carrying a banana sundae in hand at his pregnant girlfriend’s request. “Oh hey,” Sherri crooned sweetly as she bit on her lower lip with the ice cream the farthest thought from her mind. “I was just thinking about you..”