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Gone to the Dogs (F, dog)
by Sandy Duncun
Sandy had always been interested in dogs and horses.
For as long as she could remember she had owned one or
more dogs. Her introduction to the birds and the bees,
as a matter of fact, was through them.
When she was twelve she came home from school early and
heard noises in the basement. Upon peeking down the
stairs she saw her mother and father with two dogs.
Their male dog had climbed on the back of their female.
Sandy remembered that both dogs had acted funny around
that time, the male was always trying to climb on her
leg. Her parents always got angry and shooed him away.
The dog was making quick, little funny thrusting
motions with his haunches. Sandy almost cried out for
him to stop, but noticed her mother and father were
also acting funny.
Her father had a bulge in the front of his pants and
her mother was rubbing herself between her legs. Sandy
froze while the dogs were continuing their silly
activity when suddenly her mother reached over and
opened her father's belt and pants. As they fell to the
floor, she grabbed his underwear and also pulled then
down. Her mother had problems with these because he had
something red and very, very funny looking sticking out
in front. Her father didn't have the same slit between
his legs that she did.
Whatever was wrong, her mother apparently was going to
correct it because she tried to pull her husnand's
growth off. She apparently couldn't do it because she
soon stopped and knelt down and tried to bite it off.
All this time her father stood there seemingly
unconcerned. Suddenly he grabbed her mother and all but
tore her slacks off. He yanked them down to the floor
along with her panties. She appeared to be normal in
the front, but she did have hair between her legs
(Sandy had seem that once before).
Apparently, since her mother couldn't pull or bite the
growth off she tried a very strange thing. She tried to
grab it with her legs. About this time they both kind
of crumpled to the floor. Sandy could no longer see
them then, but they sure were breathing hard. After no
more than thirty seconds, while Sandy was trying to
figure out how to see what they were doing, her father
let out a loud grunt and her mother yelled, "Damn, you
just never can wait, can you!"
He let out some expletives Sandy had never heard before
and, based upon the angry reaction, he may even have
hit her mother. Her mother, however, replied in kind.
When they got up, the growth had shrunk down to much
smaller proportions, but their anger was clearly
evident. That was a side of her parents she had no
interest in learning more about. All this time the dogs
were still playing their funny game. Sandy split when
her father let loose a roundhouse kick aimed at their
male dog, and her mother yelled, "Even HE is better
than you!"
Later she passed this scene along to her friends at
school. One of the girls gave a knowing look and
explained the "technical details" to all present.
Time passed. Sandy entered and left high school, doing
the boys' scene in between. But she could never find
any of them she really liked. The boys seemed mainly
interested in the other girls with big, gross Hollywood
figures.
Sandy was quite lovely, in a plain sort of way. Her
medium height and average "build" never attracted a
great deal of attention. Her short, soft brown hair
seemed to be just the perfect adornment to her simple
beauty. Her legs were long and delicately molded. But
her most radiant feature, her exquisitely beautiful
face, was totally lost in her circle of friends
interested in money (girls), boobs (boys), pussies
(boys) and cocks (boys and girls).
After high school she tried several menial secretarial
jobs. The older men she met were much more appreciative
of her striking good looks and pleasant personality
than the immature boys. She had no trouble attracting
mature men. She was, therefore, able to have her pick
of them, her choice of attributes. She chose the most
important, money.
Marrying an older man had its advantages, not excluding
physical lovemaking. Sandy did not enjoy dominating OR
being dominated by men or other women. Younger men were
always more interested in pleasing themselves than in
her. She enjoyed sensitive and sharing men. She found
that trait much more common in older men, particularly
when in bed. But money decided it.
Well into her thirties now, she was enjoying the
"fruits" of her labor, an easy and free life of
leisure. Her husband had to spend much of his time out
of town on business, but this was not totally without
reward. But even when he was home Sandy always received
total freedom.
During her leisure time she had developed a keen
interest in animal rights and animal rights people,
particularly Jim. Although she was never a real fan of
these people, her attraction to Jim was immediate and
heartfelt. Jim was more than a rightist, he was kind
and tender soul. She had never met anyone like Jim,
tall, relatively angular and, oh, so gentle AND
passionate.
Jim and Sandy became delightful lovers. They took great
pains to share their feelings and passions with each
other. Their romance was total, but without hurt to any
other person. Her relationship with her husband did not
change with the possible exceptions that she was more
accepting and forgiving.
With Jim's help Sandy gradually accumulated several
stray dogs. She had developed a concern for the over-
population problem so she had always had her dogs
neutered. Her most recent one was a magnificent Golden
Retreaver, Sam, a give-up, which she hadn't neutered
yet.
One day Jim called and invited her on a rescue mission.
A bitch in heat was terrorizing a residential
neighborhood. When they finally located the desperado
she turned out to be a miniature dachshund that was too
low to accommodate the great males following her. Their
frustration was indescribable. Sandy carried the
hooligan on her lap while Jim drove away. Jim dropped
Sandy at her home while he took the dog to a shelter.
Her greeting from Sam was surprisingly enthusiastic,
but she chalked it up to youth.
Sandy was bushed so she decided to turn in early.
Without even changing she plopped into a nearby chair,
stretched out and dozed.
Soon she was aroused from her nap to find Sam totally
covering her. His huge face was within inches of hers,
his strong front legs straddled and effectively pinned
her to the chair. The immediate sensation was stark
fear. As she strained to get up she became aware of the
fact that Sam wasn't attacking her, he was humping her
in no uncertain terms. Unfortunately for him Sandy's
slacks were a decided impediment.
She realized that there was no danger for her well
being, but she wasn't exactly sure how San was going to
feel, she could see his frustration in his movements.
Deciding to play along with him she figured that a
helping hand was called for.
She reached down to remedy the situation. But low and
behold, she didn't encounter the pencil-thin penis she
that she had expected. Although it was not of major
proportions its one inch diameter of glistening smooth
strength was an unexpected surprise.
Expertly she allowed her hand to gently caress the
stiff rod and to gradually accumulate enough lubricant
to be merciful. Although the diameter was not large the
length was magnificent. It felt like it was over a foot
long (although Sandy's estimates in this sort of thing
were not perfect). As she eased her hand comfortably
around his penis, Sam was encouraged, and renewed his
efforts. His rear-end continued its short, but
insistent, strokes.
Sandy felt giddy with the feeling of forbidden
perversion. She knew that if anyone saw what she was
doing they'd think she was sick. But she also felt
giddy with lust. Jim wasn't here. And they hadn't had
sex in over a week. She was horny as hel, and Sam
wasn't helping matters humping away at her hand like
that. Sandy thought, Why not? But how? Sam was not
about to stop. Oh, well, these young males. (It proved
her point, didn't it?)
Bit-by-bit his humping became more resolute. His end
was near. By squeezing her hand in time with his quick
strokes he became frantic. (Had she created a monster?
Yes she had, she smiled to her self, some monster!)
Mercifully, one last plunge by Sam and the deed was
done. Hot, slimy doggy-cum sprayed on Sandy's clothes,
but neither Sam nor Sandy cared. One last firm squeeze
extracted a squeal of unabashed joy from Sam. No bitch
ever did that for him before, she thought.
After a very long time, to Sandy, Sam descended from
his dominant position over Sandy. His gratitude was
apparent.
At this point Sandy remembered how tired she was. She
would have liked to invite Jim over for a discussion
about animal's sex drives, but she thought better of
it. Tossing her clothes in the hamper she quickly won
the debate to skip pajamas. A quick visit to the
bathroom brought her within an instant of bed. One
thing stood in her way - Sam.
A gentle pat on the head wasn't going to satisfy Sam
this time. Although the clothes she had worn were gone
the smell must have lingered or something. So Sandy sat
down on the bed and held his huge head in her soft warm
and bare lap.
Sam loved it. He snuggled in closer and burrowed his
nose right into her crotch. Sandy was a little taken
aback at first, but, "Well, what the hell," she
thought.
Imperceptibly she started to spread her lovely legs.
Sam encouraged this by burrowing in deeper. His cold
nose caused a shock to her, but not nearly as much as
his long slobbery tongue. This sopping organ was
definitely intent on exploring the region around
Sandy's crotch. At first, she said, "Enough", but Sam
would not hear of it.
Then his hot tongue found her clitoris. Shock waves of
passion boiled up in her. It was too much. She gently
held his head in her arms and lay back to enjoy it. If
only Jim could see her now.
She had always thought that a dog's tongue was rough,
but his didn't feel that way or, at least, his saliva
certainly smoothed the rough spots. Sam was being
exceeding gentle. A few gentle flutters on her clitoris
would raise Sandy's lovely, smooth, curved ass off the
bed in pure ecstasy. Then he would descend and send his
remarkably long tongue deep into her vagina. That
deeply delicious, warm moist cavern of sensuousness. A
few long, slow and deep strokes would fire Sandy to
fever pitch, then he would shift back to her lovely
little pink clitoris. In between he would wonder all
around her pubic area, pausing here and there to devote
particular attention. The feelings being generated
inside Sandy were unmistakable and uncontrollable and
delicious.
"Jim, Jim, come into me," she said as she reached down
to pull her lover up to her. As if on cue, Sam rose up,
placed a quick and gentle lick on each breast and
gentle placed his front paws next to her. She could
feel his warm furry belly lower onto her delightful,
silky-smooth, pink-skinned body.
She reached down to help Sam enter her, gently
caressing his splendid penis. She felt down the silky
and slimy-clean shaft to the sheath and the source of
his mighty rod. Sam's short, quick strokes of fervor
anxiously sought home. Sandy selfishly restrained him
from his appointed task. Her hands surveyed all of that
splendid shaft.
The "business end" was designed for "rough-field" use,
much more to-the-point than a man's. The excessively
slippery lubricant also aided in the dog's life full of
casual and hectic encounters. But these features only
made the pending union more fascinating to Sandy.
As her hand again slid down the shaft taking in all the
various dips and curves formed by veins filled to
capacity, her hunger for it overtook her curiosity. But
even before she could help, Sam's fantastic and warmly
glowing penis entered the glory cave. Both Sam and
Sandy groan in unison as the marvelous tool sunk deep
into her. Sam's short, lusting-animal jabs magically
transformed into long, exquisitely deep, impassioned
caresses. As each stroke lengthened Sandy could feel
Sam's glorious penis grow and expand to fill her. The
feeling was overwhelming. Sandy cried out in passion
for Jim.
"Deeper, Jim, deeper. I want all of you in me. Fill me
with your whole self, Jim." Sandy's gorgeous legs
leisurely enveloped the active loins to ensure Sam's
continuance. With cautious insistence she hurried Sam
along his well-laid path. When her height of emotion
just reached its peak she reached out will her whole
self and brought the passionately panting dog to her.
Together they howled their climaxes. A final thrust
lodged the magnificent penis fully into Sandy. His
semen and juices shot forth into her with all the
passion pent up inside them.
As Sandy gradually fought back against the tide of
sensuality to full consciousness she heard a faint
noise in the room. Sam's panting had ceased, but the
distinct clap of applause filled her ears. Her eye's
open to see Jim, with the biggest, sweetest smile she
had seen since after the first time they had made
passionate love together.
"Bravo. Bravo. Encore. More. More."
"Jim! How long have you been here."
"Long enough to have learned the lesson that I should
have your dogs neutered before you let them in the
house, Sandy. Is it my turn?"
"Yes, yes."
In a flash, Jim had removed his own clothes. In one
swift motion, he lifted Sandy up and placed her in the
middle of the bed. He sat cross-legged next to her,
soaking up the exquisite beauty lying before him.
"The Creator made an appalling mistake when he
disallowed us to make mad, passionate love remotely so
we could see the beauty of the human body," he said.
Agreeing, she sat up in front of him. As Jim reached
out to gently cup her small, but luscious, breasts in
his warm hands, Sandy extended her hand and caressed
his nipples. A slow, fervent kiss exchanged lips
several times. Cautiously, at first, their tongues
explored, as their hands softly and hesitantly
meandered among the newly found hills and valleys of
each other. Their nipple stood at rigid attention, hers
being like lovely, ruby flowers stretching out to Jim.
He paused a moment to delicately plant a warm, moist
kiss on each sweet breast. Their fingers continued to
enjoy their romp as children at play.
One of his hands crept up to stroke Sandy's hair and
fell lovingly to gently massage her shoulders and back
of the neck and ear; the other stole lower to her
delicately smooth, creamy white inner thigh and
delicately inched to her pubic area, rich in erotic
senses. It was still dripping wet with Sam's seminal
fluids, but it bothered him not. He gently traced the
contours of her pubic mound and tangled his fingers
lovingly in her hair. He leaned over and plucked a
small, perfect, white daisy from a vase next to the bed
and wound the stem amongst the fur. He then tenderly
frolicked over the mons and cautiously ventured
further.
Her hands were far from idle as she caressed his chest
and arms and followed the soft fur down towards the
deep and dark nether regions. As she reached the mound
of soft hair surrounding his soft and pliable penis, it
began to increase. Slowly at first, then quickly it
grew and expanded until it became a quivering rod
proudly and majestically upright in the forest for all
to see. With supreme sensitiveness she slid the
foreskin back to expose the glistening head at which
she always marveled.
Her finger traced the edges of the glans around and
followed it up to the narrow closed orifice. Oh, so,
gently she lifted his forbidding penis up and looked it
head on. Her soft fingers then touched a large
serpentine vein and followed it full length, wondering
lazily as she went. When she reached the root, the
source of the enormous organ's strength, she extended
her hand until she totally enveloped the rigid staff.
The other hand stole down still lower to the testicles.
In the heat of passion they were loose and pliable. As
she valiantly tried to capture and hold one Jim caused
her to start.
He had found her clitoris, her blood-rich bud, flower,
seat of driving passion. But not until after he had
deliciously sought the hidden depths of her creamy pink
vagina, the love-shrine. Sam's fluid was perfect to
moisten and lubricate his touch. With exquisite care
and tenderness he surrounded her exquisitely sensitive
flower and caressed every crevice and tip. Sandy gave a
reflex intake as he reached the tip. Her moans were
equaled only by his. Jim dallied with trembling hand as
shivers of passion waved through Sandy's graceful body.
Together they lavished joyful touch upon tender touch
on each other as they shared this exquisitely lovely
and passionate moment. As their soft and gentle
frolicking continued their breathing meshed into one.
Imperceptibly each clung to the other. At no time did
their eyes wander from each other, being constantly
focused on their finger's meanderings, awed by the
innocent and sweet "children" at play in their
enchanted meadow.
As one they looked at each other as if to verify that
their time was now. The electricity of the moment was
awesome.
Their eyes again dropped as Sandy untangled her lovely
long legs and laid them on either side of Jim. They
played as a perfect team. As one of his hands continued
his caress of her neck and back, the other alternated
between his tender awakening of her clitoris and
sensitive probing of her warm cave of joyful love.
Simultaneously, one of her hands sought Jim's back and
pulled him closer and the other continued the game of
tag with his testes.
As passion overtook them she slipped her hand up once
more to his turgid, pulsing penis and as Jim open
slightly her vagina she allowed the softly rounded head
to run around the lips ever perceptually creeping
closer to the warm, dark cave, as her flowing juices
graciously covered the magnificently erect crown.
They both watched in utter amazement as the now self-
activated penis followed the lead shown him. With faint
help from Jim and Sandy the splendid shaft slowly sank
out of sight. As if watch departing friends, Sandy and
Jim gave pause when Jim was totally immersed inside of
Sandy.
Only then did they look up to gaze into each other's
eyes.
With a sly grin Jim said, "What now, the best part is
over?"
Sandy smiled back and said, "Let's just wait and see."
Snuggling closer, they remained locked, totally
engaged.
She squirmed and uttered a delightful squeal, "Jim, it
has never been like this before. Can we keep this
moment?" The rhetorical question went unanswered.
Still lovingly gazing at each other, they sat linked in
ecstasy for close to fifteen minutes. Then at a moment
totally without sign, Sandy whispered, "It is time."
With nearly imperceptible movement they began the dance
of love that could only end their delight.
With obvious reluctance the engorged and turgid rod
emerged from its comfortable home for a short moment
and then disappeared again with relish into the inner
reaches of pleasure. Each removal, sheer agony; each
return, utter elation.
As the gentle rhythms of their swaying pelvises
gradually increased in intensity, their breathing took
on a certain urgency. With the heavy breathing their
pelvic pumping followed suit. The dogged clutch-release
of Sandy exactly tuned to the earnest thrust-lingering
withdrawal of Jim's hips. His magnificently sturdy and
shimmering penis, never flailing, begged to remain
inside Sandy, but it was not to be...yet. The fluid
noises of their combined juices, a slight bed-centered
squeak and their passionate breathing were the only
sounds.
Precisely on cue their breathing became more like
grunts and groans as the heated motion of their bodies
became more spontaneous and impulsive and less
restrained.
As their exertion approached the agonizing stage (to a
casual observer) the sensuous groans became a constant
barrage of erotic and carnal grunts. Sandy attempted to
control the fantastic thrusts of Jim, just to make them
linger, but to no avail. For one instant Jim withdrew
his towering, flaming rod and then blindly plunged
himself to the hilt into Sandy. This last gigantic
heave brought Jim into the previously unreached inner
sanctum of Sandy.
Simultaneously, he erupted with a monstrous and
guttural primeval cry. Sandy fought her urge to scream
and only partially succeeded. A shrill wail of ecstasy
bubbled from her lips along with the cry, "Oh, no, God!
Don't let it be finished! Bring it back." Their
simultaneous cataclysmic orgasm gushed. An enormous
mass of semen, seemingly Jim's total life's energy,
spewed forth to penetrate every cranny. As he strove to
extract the last vital drop in her, she clung for dear
life with her graceful long legs and lithe arms
enfolding him. Their juices became too much to hold;
their virtual life fluids flowed freely over them and
the bed.
With utter joy, they lay spent in each other's arms for
more than a half an hour.
Only then did they notice that Sam was sitting on the
bed wagging his tale furiously, with a huge erection.
They both laughed.
But on this note we will leave the happy couple, er,
menage a trois, for that is another story...