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Swiss Mix - A DarkPaw Productions Video By DoggyStyle57, July 2012

Note: This is a porn DVD that was produced starring characters in my Swiss Mix story. I am presenting it here as you would experience it if buying and watching the DVD, instead or watching it being made.

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While browsing through the selections in the local Adult DVD store, you saw a new DVD from DarkPaw Productions. The title on the DVD was 'Like father, like son'.

On the front cover was a picture of a beautiful vixen in her mid to late teens, wearing a 'State University' t-shirt and eagerly sucking the cock of a Golden retriever who looks to be in his mid 20's or so. They are in an outdoor setting, with a flowering Rhododendron bush behind her, and both of them are mostly clothed.

On the back of the DVD case, it said the film features Emma Toy, Harold Longshaft and Stan Wilson. It also had pictures of an older Golden Retriever, in his mid 40's, fucking the same young vixen doggy-style, and another of both canine guys mating with the vixen, the younger guy in her mouth and the older one mounting her from behind. In these pictures, everyone is nude.

The description on the back said, "Stan picks up a pretty cheerleader in the park near the university. He thinks she is pretty hot, and so does his father. They share her, but they get a surprise in the end."

You bought the DVD, and took it home to watch...

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The film opened with a Golden Retriever in his mid 20's walking out of a college campus building, while talking on his cell phone. He was wearing a grey State University t-shirt, jeans, and sneakers, and like most of the other students coming out of the building, carried a small backpack for his books and school supplies.

"Hi dad, it's Stan! ... Yeah, I just finished my last class for the day. It's nice and sunny, so I'm going to sit in the park for an hour or so and finish my reading assignment for Western Literature. ... Yes, I'll be home in time for dinner. I'll call if anything comes up," he said, before hanging up the phone and tucking it into the leather holder on his belt.

Stan walked off the edge of the campus and into the public park that was across the street. He smiled and waved at several other college kids as he walked down the crushed gravel path. Then he turned down a side path to one of the less frequently used areas of the park, where it would be quieter. When he arrived at an unoccupied park bench by a large Rhododendron bush, he sat down and got his textbook out of his pack.

He sat back for a moment and just enjoyed the sunshine, with the book held loosely in one hand. From where he was sitting, he couldn't see anyone else along the path in either direction. On the other side of the path was a grassy area a little larger than a volleyball court, and surrounded by more bushes. The clearing was large enough to admit lots of sunshine, but the curved path and tall bushes hid this area from the main section of the park.

He was about to start reading when he spotted an attractive young vixen coming into view, jogging down the path in his direction. She was also wearing a grey State University t-shirt, just like the one he had on, plus a short black skirt, and black sneakers with white ankle socks. Her long auburn hair swayed nicely as she jogged, and from the way her firm C-cup breasts were jiggling under her tight t-shirt, she must not be wearing a bra. He estimated she was just an inch or two shorter than he was, and with a figure like that, he wondered how he had failed to notice her so far on campus.

She smiled as she noticed him, but she didn't wave or talk. Instead, she turned off the path onto the grass, took off her own backpack and set it on the grass, did a few warm-up stretches, and then she started to practice gymnastics routines, like a cheerleader might use.

Stan picked up his book and started reading, while glancing over the top of it and admiring her athletic figure and graceful moves. He almost dropped his book when she did a cartwheel in front of him. He got a good peek under her skirt when she did that, and it looked like she was wearing a very skimpy pink thong. All he saw below her bushy tail as she did the cartwheel in one direction was the firm, red-furred cheeks of her ass. When she came back the other way, facing him, he thought he saw a pink triangle edged in brown lace over the white fur of her pubic area, like she was wearing a skimpy pink thong. He put the book down and openly watched her now, hoping for another peek under her skirt.

The vixen noticed his attention, and stopped for a moment. Then she faced away from him and bent over and to do a hand stand, ending up facing him upside down, toes pointed at the sky. Of course, this meant her skirt immediately fell down over her slender tummy, and that from the waist of her skirt to her anklet socks she was completely exposed. Yet she didn't seem to mind at all. In fact, she smiled at him, and slowly spread her legs sideways, like she was doing the splits.

Stan stared at her, his mouth hanging slackly open, as he realized that she was not wearing any panties at all. What he had thought to be a pink, lace-edged thong was an area about the size of his palm where her pubic fur was shaved to the skin in the shape of a heart, and the edges of the shaved area and her exposed labia were decorated with rust-brown tattoos!

She held that position for thirty seconds, with her legs straight sideways, and giving him a perfect view of her wide-spread labia. Then she calmly got back on her feet, picked up her backpack with one hand, and walked over to him, and asked, "Well? Did you like what you saw?"

"Ahhh, yeah. What red-blooded guy wouldn't?" Stan replied. "I'm Stan, by the way. That's... a very interesting personal decoration you have."

"Emma," she replied, as she set her pack on the bench beside his, and then brazenly raised her skirts to give him a much closer look. The heart-shaped shaved patch was framed by her white pubic fur, and was just large enough to fully expose her labia. Dark reddish-brown tattoo marks decorated the edge of the shaved area with a filigree heart, and the words 'SEX TOY' were tattooed vertically on the smooth pink skin of her labia.

She ran a finger over the smooth skin of one nether lip and shivered. "You like it? My ex-boyfriend wanted to see me shaved and tattooed like that. He said he thought it would be sexy. And then less than a month after I did it for him, he joined the army and kissed me goodbye! I haven't had so much as an e-mail from him since then, and he's been gone a year now. It's sort of annoying to keep it neatly shaved like that, but if I don't keep it shaved now, it itches like crazy."

"He's right. It's sexy as all hell. And you're quite the sexy gal, showing it off to a stranger like that. What's your major at the University?" Stan asked.

Emma glanced in the direction of the University, and hesitated, before saying, "Ummm... Well, I haven't decided on my major yet. But I'm a cheerleader right now, and I love to do gymnastics. And yeah, I'm sort of an exhibitionist, I guess. I like sex, and I don't mind admitting it. Would you like to make out with me, Stan? Right here, in the park?"

"A guy would have to be dead below the waist to say no to an offer like that. Are you on the Pill? I don't have any condoms on me, sorry," he asked, as he stuffed his book back in his pack.

"No, but thanks for asking. I'm safe this week," she replied, as she grabbed her pack and led him into the bushes. "My period just ended yesterday, so you won't need a condom. Now, I showed you mine, so it's time for you to show me yours."

Stan picked up his own pack and followed her behind the bush. There was a small cleared area of dense and neatly mowed grass there. Apparently the groundskeepers realized this was a good make-out spot, and were kind enough to keep the grass well-manicured in this out of the way spot. From behind the bush you could still see the path in both directions, and be seen, but no one would notice you normally. He unzipped his jeans and pulled them down enough to be just below his crotch, and then he slid his boxer shorts down as well, exposing his sheath and balls.

Emma knelt in front of him and cupped his balls with one hand, and then she rubbed his thick sheath with the other, coaxing his rapidly stiffening cock into full view. She licked the full length of his exposed red shaft, and then sat back on her heels to admire the nine inch long, inch and a half thick cock.

"Well, do you like what you see?" Stan asked with a grin.

"Ohhh, you have a nice one!" she said appreciatively. And then with no further encouragement she leaned closer, opened her muzzle, and took his entire length down her throat on the first plunge.

"Oh God you're good!" Stan groaned. "You've got some experience, all right! Whew! I don't know many girls that can deep-throat a cock my size."

She didn't answer, except to keep bobbing her head, breathing on the out-stroke and throat-fucking him on each thrust, until she milked him and swallowed his load. As the last of his seed spurted into her mouth, she squeezed his knot with one hand and allowed his cum to fill her mouth. When he pulled free, she showed him her tongue awash in his pearly seed, before swallowing every drop and showing him an empty mouth. "Mummm, yummy!"

"Wow, that was great, Emma. Lay back and I'll lick you, while I get hard again," he offered.

"Fine by me," Emma replied. She took off her skirt and lay back on the grass, using her backpack as a pillow.

Stan pulled his pants and shorts off all the way, then got between her legs and licked at the exposed skin of her labia. "It feels smooth as silk. Very exotic and sexy! Did it hurt, getting these tattoos?"

Emma giggled, and said, "That tickles! No, those are henna tattoos, so it didn't hurt at all. I do have to get them reapplied every few weeks though, or they will just fade away completely. But I have a girlfriend from Egypt that's a Saluki, and she knows how to apply henna tattoos. She helps keep the art nice for me."

Stan sniffed at her musky slit, and then spread her labia with his thumbs so he could lick deep inside her. "Mummm, you're tasty too, Emma. Damn, your boyfriend was an idiot to leave you behind! You're an incredibly sexy vixen."

"Ohhhh, you're really great yourself! I'll give you all week to stop licking me like that! Ummmm! Oh, that's good. Suck on my clit! Ohhh, that feels sooooo good!" Emma murred.

Stan kept licking her until Emma arched her back and shook all over with her orgasm. And then, while she was still panting for breath, he entered her and started humping hard and fast.

"Oh! Oh yes! Fuck me harder!" she shouted, not caring who might hear them. Then she howled as she had another intense orgasm.

On the other side of the bush, a fox couple in their 40's was walking hand in hand down the path. The older vixen smiled as she heard Emma's impassioned wailing, and placed her arm around her husband, kissing him and walking faster. The male fox nodded, cupped his hand on his wife's ass cheek, and led her into the bushes a little further down the trail.

Stan groaned and tied with Emma, his knot locking them tightly together at the hips, as he spurted his seed deep into her hot, tight cunny. "Ohhh yeah, baby! Filling you full of my seed! Damn you're good!"

They lay there intertwined with each other for several minutes, as they waited for his knot to subside. He kissed her gently and said with a grin, "It's sort of doing it backwards, but now that we've fucked, would you like to come to my place and have dinner? I make great lasagna."

"I'd love to!" Emma replied. "I'll just... call my roommate, and let her know I'll be home after dinner." She reached into a side pocket on her pack and produced a phone, then dialed it.

"Hi! Yeah, it's me, Hey, don't hold dinner for me. I'm going to eat with a friend. I'll call when I'm on the way home. Okay. Bye!" she said. Then hung up the phone and she looked at Stan and said, "All set! You have an apartment, or live in the dorms?"

"Neither, actually. My father's a widower, and he has a house just on the far side of the park. Why pay for a dorm room or an apartment when I can get free room and board in return for cooking for dad and helping with the laundry?" Stan replied. "Dad's cool, though. He doesn't mind if I bring a friend home now and then."

"Your dad, eh? Well, if he's as nice as you, I'd love to meet him!" Emma replied.

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In the next scene, Emma and Stan walked into the garage of his father's house. A classic car was in the garage. It had to be at least forty years old, but looked to be in mint condition. The front end was elevated on ramps. The legs of a male Golden retriever were sticking out from under the car.

"Hey dad! We have company for dinner. Come out from under there and meet Emma." Stan said. Then he turned to the vixen and said, "This is my dad, Harold. He's one of the best auto mechanics in the valley. He keeps that old car of his looking like new and purring like a kitten."

Harold was lying on a low, wheeled mechanic's dolly. He grabbed his tail out of the way with one hand, and scooted out from under the car. He sat up and wiped his hands clean with a rag, before offering his hand to the vixen. "Any friend of my son is a friend of mine. Nice to meet you, Emma. And please, just call me Harold."

Emma shook his hand. "My pleasure, Harold. My! It looks like you keep yourself in fine condition too! Do you work out?" Emma asked.

"Flatterer!" Harold said with a laugh. "I get my share of exercise. I can't stand the idea of a body going to flab. So, where'd you meet my son? He never mentioned a pretty thing like you in his classes before."

"In the park," Emma replied. "I was working on cheerleading routines, and... he admired my form."

"With good reason, I imagine," Harold replied. "Well, if you'll excuse me, that timing belt isn't going to tighten itself. Nice meeting you, Emma."

"Hey Emma, I'll need to get some groceries for our dinner. Do you have a preference for wine?" Stan asked. "You can come with me and pick one out, or stay here and keep my dad company."

"Oh, I don't know anything about picking wine," Emma said quickly. "I'll be fine here. I don't think your father bites."

"Only if I'm asked to, nicely," Harold said with a grin, as he lay back on the dolly and slid back under the car.

Stan got into a second car that was in the driveway, and drove off with a wave.

"You know anything about tools?" Harold asked Emma from under the car. "I need a five-eighths socket and a ten inch extension on a ratchet handle. Look in the red tool chest, second drawer from the top, left side."

"I think I can find that, Harold," Emma replied, as she looked where he indicated. "Wow! It's really well organized! Yeah, I see the stuff you asked for. Here you go." She walked to the side of the car closest to his head, and stood there, holding the wrench down low.

Harold scooted out enough to get the wrench, and ended up with his head right by Emma's feet. This gave him a perfect upskirt peek at her shaved pubes, and he could also see a little cum leaking from her slit and down her thigh. He licked his muzzle, then coughed and said, "Ah, I apologize, Emma. I really wasn't trying to sneak a peek."

Emma smiled without moving away, and replied, "It's all right. I like older men. Would you like a closer look?"

"Well, if you're offering," he said, as he got out from under the car. "To tell you the truth, I really like it when one of my son's young friends are willing to give me a tumble. Makes me feel like a kid again."

"I suppose I should clean up first," Emma said. "Stan and I already did it in the park."

"Don't bother," Harold said, as he opened the door for her, and guided her through the kitchen and into the living room. "It wouldn't be the first time I've taken sloppy seconds after my son. I could see some of his seed dripping from you. But that won't stop me from licking you, if you'd like that."

"I'd love it!" Emma said happily, as she sat on the couch in the living room and spread her thighs invitingly.

"Haven't seen a girl that would shave her fur like that in decades," Harold said, as she started to lick his son's cream from the young vixen. "Only met one girl that did it, and she was an exotic dancer."

"Oh! You're as good as Stan at licking a girl! Is your cock as nice as his, too?" she asked.

Harold stood, unfastened his pants and shoved them down, revealing a rampant nine inch boner that was just as thick as his son's. "Like father, like son, as they say. You let my son cum in you. So, is it okay if I do too?"

"Oh! Please do! I'm safe this week, and I love the way it feels when a guy spurts his load deep inside me! Ohhh, take me now, Harold! Fuck me hard and fast!" Emma sighed.

Harold pushed his cock into the sweet young vixen and held her hips tightly, hammering his cock deep into her with every thrust. "Damn you're tight! You're one fine little lady, Emma!"

He fucked her in three different positions, cumming in her twice, and was working towards a third climax when Stan walked into the room with his arms loaded with groceries.

"Dad!" Stan said, as he set the sack down on the dining room table. "How many times have I told you to wait until after dinner to enjoy our dessert?" Then he laughed and stripped off his clothes, positioning himself in front of Emma's mouth, while his father fucked her from behind, doggy-style.

"A gentleman does not refuse a request from a pretty lady, son," Harold said earnestly. "She made the offer on her own. I didn't make a pass at her. You think I'm going to say no?"

"He's telling the truth, Stan," Emma said, as she reached for the younger dog's balls and pulled him closer. "You can both share me. I love a three-way!"

Stan sighed as his cock sank down her throat. "Well, once again I'm certainly not going to say no to an offer like that. But just so you know, I didn't plan it this way. I do share a girl with dad on occasion, but usually we talk it over a lot first!"

"I don't think she minds at all, son." Harold said as he tied with Emma and creamed her for the third time in a row.

Stan continued to fuck Emma's throat while they waited for his father to get un-stuck, and he came twice in her mouth. As he pulled free, he said, "Hey, while I get the groceries put away and get dinner started, why don't you show dad some of your cheerleader stuff?"

"Okay!" Emma replied. As soon as Harold was able to pull out of her, she picked up her University T-shirt and held that in one hand, then picked up her skirt in the other hand. "These will do for pom-poms," she said, as she stood in the living room naked.

She bounced around enthusiastically while Stan got the lasagna prepared and into the oven, doing a number of standard generic cheers that could be heard at any school in the region. Stan was just coming back out of the kitchen when she ended a cheer with "... Go BEARS! Yay!"

Stan looked at her questioningly, and said, "Bears? But the University mascot is the Wildcats. Who are the Bears?"

"Oops!" Emma said, looking suddenly worried. "Ahhh, promise you won't get mad?"

"Why should we be mad?" Harold asked.

"Well, they're... the West Valley High School's team?" Emma said. "Ummm, that's where I'm a cheerleader."

"W-what?" Stan said. "B-but, the t-shirt you had on... I thought..."

"Oh, this?" Emma asked, holding up the State University shirt that she had been wearing. "My big sister goes there. She bought this for me. Wait! You thought I was a College student? No, I'm only sixteen!"

Stan and Harold stared at each other with their mouths open, as the scene faded to black.