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Archive name: Sandy.txt (FF/dog)
Authors name: Sandy Thompson
Story title : GONE TO THE DOGS

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Sandy had always been interested in dogs and horses (but that's
another story).  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.  (She 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.) 
He was making quick, little funny thrusting motions with his
haunches.  

She 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.  She froze while the dogs were continuing their silly
activity when 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.  She had problems with these
because he had something red and very, very funny looking
sticking out in front.  He 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 the 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 round-house kick aimed at our 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
love-making (but that's another story).  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 her 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 a
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 Great Dane, 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 surprising 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 her's, 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 then realized there was no danger for her well-being, but she
wasn't exactly being humane to Sam.  Not being a total prude, she
decided to play along with him.  She knew that something must
give or Sam might hurt himself, or her in frustration.  Reasoning
from previous experience she figured that a helping hand was
called for.  

She reached down to remedy the situation.  But low and behold,
she did not encounter the pencil-thin penis she expected. 
Although it was not of major proportions its one inch diameter of
glistening smooth strength was an unexpected and welcome
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 was not perfect).  As she
eased her hand comfortably around his penis, Sam, encouraged,
renewed his efforts.  His rear-end continued its short, but
insistent, strokes.  

Sandy felt giddy with power.  But she also felt giddy with lust. 
Jim wasn't here.  She was no prig.  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?  Some monster!) 

Mercifully, one last plunge by Sam and the deed was done.  Hot,
slimy semen sprayed on Sandy's clothes, but neither Sam or Sandy
cared.  One last firm squeeze extracted a squeal of unabashed joy
from Sam.  No bitch ever did that for him before!  

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 of animals, but she
thought better of it.  Tossing her clothes in the hamper she
quickly won the debate to skip pajamas.  A quick hiatus in 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 softly warm and bare lap.  

Sam loved it.  He snuggled in closer and burrowed his nose right
into her crotch.  Sandy was a little taken back, but, "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 were 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 gently 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 her glory cave. 
Both Sam and Sandy groan in unison as the marvelous tool sunk
deep into her.  Sam's short, lusting-animal jabs magically
transform 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 with 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 opened 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."

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This story was written as an adult fantasy.  The author does not
condone the described behavior in real life in any way shape or
form. Anyone tempted to act out any of the scenarios in this
story;  should seriously consider seeking professional help.
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