He went sprawling across the mat where I'd been, but I slid into another wall and hit my head, dazed.He went sprawling across the mat where I'd been, but I slid into another wall and hit my head, dazed. I looked up, and he was lying facing away from me, his ass in the air, his tail twitching. No time to think about it, I jumped on him, my erection humping between his legs, my hands on his biceps, holding him down. He was snarling and hissing, and I kept trying. I didn't have a free hand to aim, and his damned tail was in the way, but I kept on, and I felt something press against my cockhead, and I pushed, and it gave way, I was in! He yowled, and I felt his ass clench and try to push me out, but I was in heaven...I heard someone yell 'ONE!' as I went in and I began to fuck him, right there, anger and force, pounding, and the crowd was chanting, counting each stroke... 'FIVE'... 'SIX'... he was seriously writhing, trying to get loose, and I went on, relishing this... this... power... 'NINE'... and I went on fucking him, one hard stroke after another, and when the crowd reached 'TWELVE!' I jammed my cock into his ass, and I came, shooting into that heat. "I must have rolled off of him, but I don't remember doing it. But I do recall his rolling over and jumping to his feet, glaring at me. Then he grinned, a good sport, and helped me up. He laughed, and I did to. It was so funny, it really was. We were told to go clean up, and I did bring him off in the baths, helping him clean off all that oil out of his pelt. |