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An alt to the previous piece done by BassyBefuddle with an extra bit of story for good measure... and CUM!!!

And again, thank you wellifimust for proofreading.

As always, enjoy!

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After I finished teasing her and settled down, we eventually segued into casual conversation. We covered the usual topics: local punk bands, college courses, cult films from the 70's and 80's, etc. Occasionally, she'd sneeze or cough mid-sentence, but she was generous enough to face away from me whenever it happened.

Inevitably, however, our conversation drifted into the topic of our sexual exploits, specifically a threesome she had a few weeks ago with her boyfriend and another woman. She ended up going into fine detail about how great Andrew's tongue felt on her clit and how the other woman was a really great kisser and how she got experience both in a magnificent reverse-spitroast and… well, her story excited me… really excited me, in fact. And considering the revealing position I was sitting in by the fireplace, there really wasn't much I could do to hide it.

"You fuggin' tease," she scolded, looking at my now-hardened cock.

"What!? I didn't do that on purpose!" I retorted, "It has a mind of its own! I didn't even touch it!"

Perci rolled her eyes and continued with her erotic her threesome. She was detailing how delicious her fellow female's pussy tasted when she got to eat her out, when I noticed her eyes glanced lower. Then, it happened a second time, and then a third time, and a fourth time. And the glances got longer, until eventually she was staring the entire time, fumbling over her words with Freudian slips.

"Okay, I can't take it animore," she whined, "Itz doo distwacting!"

"What? You mean that?" I asked, pointing to my lower body.

"Yezz!"

"I told you! I'm not doing anything," I defended, "If anything, it's probably reacting to your crazy sex story."

"Dunt pin dis on me, you cocky bazzturd!"

I didn't understand. It was just a boner. Perci must've already seen dozens of them. Sure, I set out to tease her, but how was one measly erection giving her such a headache? Then again, she likely had a headache long before I arrived.

Still, doting on my current situation, there was one option that was available. Perci may have told me to stop teasing her, but if she wanted my erection to stop distracting her…

"Do you want me to do something about it, Perci?" I smirked.

"Well, it'z not like can take care uv dat myzelf. I dun plan on geddin' you sick, too," she commented before blowing into a tissue.

"Poor me," I joked coyly, snaking a hand down along my belly, sliding ever closer to my genitalia, "guess I'll just have to take care of it myself."

Grabbing my shaft, I began my ministrations, massaging the meaty rod with my fingertips.

The canine sighed, rolling her eyes, "I shuduff seen dis comin'."

Despite her criticism, she did nothing to stop me from toying with myself, nor did she look away. So I continued my actions, rubbing my member from the base to the tip, entertaining my audience of one by the light of the fire like the third act of a lewd theater.

Shaking things up a bit, I thrusted my hips forward, accentuating the pillar of pleasure I was currently caressing, and sped up my hand's movements. I closed my eyes and allowed my mind to wander, reminiscing about all the lewd adventures I've had. From the first I ever played with Perci's breasts, to the many times I've walked outside naked below the waist, using these memories as fuel to push myself closer to climax.

I opened an eye and peeked at the canine in the corner. The scowl of mock disdain on her face had been replaced with wide-eyed curiosity, with her leaning forward for a better view of my masturbation. How ironic! The poodle who first taught me the joys of exhibitionism was now the one taking the role of the ive voyeur while I unabashedly pleasured myself right in her living room. I winked in her direction before closing my eyes and let out a moan. Her gaze upon my lewd machinations only motivated me to pump my length even faster, bring myself closer to climax.

I groaned as I tried to hold myself back, struggling with each second, desperately wanting the sensation to last just a little bit longer. But it was all in vain. Before I lost myself to the pleasure, I tilted my dick upward towards my body, so as to avoid cumming all over Perci's floor, all the while continuing my movements, rapidly approaching my threshold of pleasure. Seconds later, my walls had burst and white, sticky fluid erupted from the head of my cock, splattering all over my stomach with several bursts.

"Holy crap!" Perci exclaimed, "Dassa lotta jizz!"

At least, I think that's what she said; I wasn't done cumming yet. After the fifth or so spurt of semen, I had fully milked myself. I released my grasp on myself, my hand dripping with the same white essence that covered my belly. iring the mess I made on my body, I licked the warm fluid from my fingers and swallowed it before turning to Perci.

"Was it as good for you as it was for me?" I joked.

"Dassa lotta jizz!" Perci repeated.

"So I've heard."

"Seriouzlee, dough! Dassa lotta jizz!" The canine echoed.

"All right, all right," I waved it off, pushing myself back onto my feet, careful not to let any of the white blotches drip off of my body.

"Is it okay if I use your shower?" I asked, "This is gonna be a bitch to get out of my feathers if I don't take care of it now."

"Go ahead," she shrugged.

With her permission, I made my way to the bathroom, making sure to raise my tail and give Perci one last view of my green ass as I exited. However, she must've been too in-her-own-head to notice, because as I left the room, I heard her talking to herself.

"Damn, dat wassa lotta jizz!"

Well, at least I left an impression on her regardless.