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Archive name: dogsit.txt (M/FMdogs)
Authors name: Dingo Jay (dingo.jay@iname.com)
Story title : Dog Sitting
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(c) Copyright 1998 Dingo Jay - This is an original story
written by me, and all characters, places, and situations
are totally fictitious. Any similarity to actual persons
or events is coincidental. This story may be freely
distributed WITHOUT MODIFICATIONS (except spelling,
typos) as long as it appears only on FREE sites. I don't
want to see it on any pay site or CD, etc. unless I get a
piece of the action!
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Dog-sitting
by Dingo Jay (dingo.jay@iname.com)
This past spring, my friends Jeff and Amy got married. I
guess they decided to make it official after living
together for about four years. It's the second time for
both of them, and I wish them all the best.
Jeff and I have been friends for quite a few years, and
when he asked me to take care of their two dogs while
they were on their honeymoon, I accepted. I had recently
lost my own canine companion of 14 years to cancer, and
while I wasn't quite ready to take on a new dog of my
own, I figured that dog sitting my friends' pets might
help to fill the void, at least temporarily.
Gretchen and Galen are purebred Bernese Mountain Dogs,
both champions, in fact. They're about the size of
Rottweilers-Galen is around 120 pounds, and Gretchen is a
little smaller. They have long, thick coats, mostly
black, with tan and white markings on their faces and
legs, a white Swiss cross on the chest, and thick, bushy
tails with white at the tips. In spite of their size,
they are very laid-back and well behaved, and they gave
me no trouble at all. They have had two litters
together, and if I'm ready by the time they have another
one, I might consider taking one of their pups for my
own.
Jeff is one of a very few people who know that I am a
zoo. When we were kids, we had fooled around with a few
of the neighborhood dogs, examining their sex organs,
fingering bitches and jacking off the males. We once
even arranged an illicit mating, just so we could watch.
We eventually discovered girls and Jeff lost interest in
animals, but somehow I never did.
Jeff discovered that fact a few years ago when he dropped
in on me unexpectedly, and caught me in a 'compromising
position' with my dog Jesse. Surprisingly, he was pretty
understanding about the whole thing. He told me he
didn't really have a problem with it, especially since we
had done that sort of thing when we were younger, and he
admitted he still had fantasies about it. He frequently
remarks about how well hung Galen is, and has even
(jokingly, I think) suggested that I "take him for a test
drive."
The day after the wedding, I stopped at Jeff and Amy's
place to pick up the dogs. As Gretchen and Galen jumped
into the back of my van and I closed the doors, Amy waved
and said, "Take good care of our kids, now..."
Jeff looked at me with kind of an evil grin. "I'm sure he
will!"
After the dogs had been with me for a couple of days, I
was lying on the living room floor watching TV. Galen
lay beside me, half asleep. I was idly scratching his
neck and shoulders when he rolled over on his back to
have his chest rubbed. As I petted his chest and belly,
I suddenly felt something warm and wet touch the back of
my hand. I turned to find that it was the tip of his
penis!
He had a pretty impressive bulge near the base of his
sheath, and about two inches of pink meat were protruding
from the opening. He was just feeling good, I suppose.
I reached back and gave his knot a squeeze, and it
throbbed a little. A couple of drops of precum dribbled
from the pointed tip into his belly fur. I got hard
myself almost instantly, and leaned over to take him in
my mouth. Just as I was about to connect, Gretchen
leaped into the middle of everything, bowling me over.
Before Galen had a chance to get to his feet, Gretchen
had him pinned to the floor and was lapping greedily at
his cock. She put her muzzle around it and slurped
noisily, bucking her hips as Galen squirted his load into
her mouth. He just lay there on his back with a silly
grin on his face while Gretchen had her way with him.
After about fifteen minutes of humping, snorting and
thrashing around, the dogs were finished with their...
well, whatever it was that they were doing. As Galen
wandered off to clean himself up, I decided to see if
Gretchen would be interested in doing the same thing to
me. I pulled out my cock and offered it to her, but she
just sniffed at it a bit and took a couple of licks. I
was disappointed at first, but as it turned out she had
other plans for me. She turned around and backed towards
me, with her tail twisted to one side.
Gretchen's romp with Galen had gotten her VERY aroused,
and visibly so. Her vulva twitched up and down, and it
looked very wet. I got on my hands and knees and started
licking her and pushed my tongue into her. She shoved
herself against my face so hard that the lips of her
doggy-cunt spread apart, and I felt her clit against my
lower lip. I licked it a little, then sucked on it, and
she smacked her lips loudly as she bucked her hips some
more. Then she pulled away and ran across the room, then
galloped up and down the hallway a few times, letting out
a bark each time she stopped to turn around.
After about the third trip through the house, Gretchen
returned to me and licked my face profusely. She had the
musky smell of Galen's cum on her breath. I put my arms
around her to hug her, but she wiggled free and turned
tail to me and pushed her butt into my crotch. There was
no doubt as to what she wanted from me! I mounted her
like a dog, but I wasn't able to penetrate her due to the
upward angle of her vagina.
I tried sitting on the edge of a chair and pulled her
against me. It was too high, so I lifted a seat cushion
off the sofa and sat there. Gretchen tried pushing
herself into my crotch again, but instead she plopped
down into my lap, knocking me backwards against the back
of the couch.
I'm not sure if she planned it that way or if it was
purely by accident, but somehow we connected, and as she
fell on me I slid into her to the hilt! She felt
wonderfully hot and juicy inside though just a bit tight,
and her doggy-pussy tugged and squeezed at my cock.
Something deep inside of her felt like a fingertip
pressing on the underside of my cock-shaft with each
contraction.
I leaned over onto Gretchen's back and wrapped my arms
around her middle, and began thrusting rapidly. She
quickly matched my rhythm and grunted softly in time with
her contractions, which were becoming stronger. I held
back as long as I could, but she sneezed and startled me
enough that I let loose into her. It had been a very
long time since I'd had an orgasm the likes of that one,
and as the last pulsations of it were fading, I happened
to look over at Galen.
It hadn't occurred to me that he might object to having
me humping on his 'female,' but it looked like I need not
have worried. In fact, he appeared to be enjoying the
show! He sat a few feet away, panting happily, and he
was half-hard and showing a lot of pink. His dick bobbed
up and down with each breath, and a small bead of clear
fluid had gathered at the tip.
I reluctantly pulled away from Gretchen, and she lay down
at my feet to clean herself. As I sat back down on the
sofa to catch my breath, Galen padded over to investigate
my penis. He sniffed me for quite some time, seemingly
fascinated by the combined smells of Gretchen's and my
sex. He licked me clean, and the amazing action of that
huge tongue was getting me a little bit erect again, even
as spent as I was.
I wasn't the only one getting aroused... I reached
between Galen's thighs and found that he had a pretty
fair knot going. I couldn't resist the temptation, so I
dove under him and sucked him off. He had only a very
brief orgasm but managed to give me one small squirt
before his erection wilted and disappeared back into his
sheath. Gretchen had done quite a thorough job of
draining him. Exhausted but extremely fulfilled, I lay
down on the floor next to Gretchen, and was joined very
shortly by Galen. I quickly drifted off to sleep,
sandwiched between the two huge, warm canines.
The following morning was Sunday, and it was warm and
sunny, so I took the dogs to the flea market at the
airport. It's held outdoors on a runway that is no
longer used because of a noise abatement, and according
to a sign at the entrance, dogs are welcome as long as
they "keep their humans on a leash." Galen and Gretchen
are very friendly, and they love meeting new people and
other dogs.
Probably twenty people stopped us and asked if the dogs
were St. Bernard's (Standard answer: BernESE, not
BernARD!), but one young woman sitting behind a table
offering cheap tools, knock-off watches, and laser
pointers knew the breed and questioned me endlessly about
obedience. I couldn't offer much in the way of answers
since I've only been to an obedience trial or two as a
spectator.
I know that both dogs have obedience titles, but I'm not
sure who has what, and I'm aware that they're Canine Good
Citizens, for whatever that's worth. The woman ducked
under the table and came out in front of it, and made
quite a fuss over the dogs, especially Galen-he has the
more outgoing personality of the pair. She talked baby
talk to him as she rubbed him behind his ears and tickled
him under his chin. She then lifted up his muzzle and
gave him a long, passionate kiss right on the lips! Now,
it's possible that I'm mistaken, but I'm fairly sure I
saw her slip him some tongue! Damn... Why didn't I ask
for her phone number?
By mid-week the weather had turned crappy again with the
spring rains, so after dinner I was sitting around the
house catching up on some reading. Gretchen was asleep
and Galen was bored. I had tossed his tennis ball down
the hallway about a hundred times, and we were both
getting tired of that game. He stood next to me and
pushed his nose against my leg and under my elbow
repeatedly. He made it clear that he wanted something, I
just couldn't figure out what. He had already been fed
and there was plenty of fresh water, so that wasn't it.
I put him outside, but he just ran to the end of the
walkway, and back inside.
I decided he might like some cuddling so I got down on
the floor with him. That was OK, but it lasted all of
five minutes before he started trying to mount me! It
occurred to me that it had been far too long since I had
last tasted a nice, big load of doggy cum. I got down on
my hands and knees and nudged Galen's flank with my head.
He tried mounting me from behind but I'm not into that,
so I convinced him to try another angle.
He tentatively placed a paw on my shoulder, unsure of
exactly what was expected of him until I reached between
his thighs and started jacking him. He got the idea
rather quickly, and wrapped his thick front legs around
my chest and began thrusting. With my guidance, the
point of his penis found my mouth just as he launched his
first spurts of precum.
In the many hundreds of times I had done Jesse, my late,
lamented Doberman/Shepherd mix, I had usually taken his
knot in my mouth. He was only around 65 or 70 pounds,
though, and not especially well hung. Galen is almost
twice that size, and hung like a prize bull! He was only
half-hard, and his knot was already massive. No way was
I going to try taking that monster! It wasn't stretching
his sheath too much, so I left it in there to keep it
from drying out. He thrust faster and faster until he
reached his climax, then suddenly stopped humping and I
felt him shudder, then relax. The spurts of cum had
become almost a steady flood. There was so much that
some of it dribbled down my chin!
It was surprisingly tasty, kind of sweet and musky.
(Jesse's cum had always been sort of bitter, especially
as he got older.) I stroked and squeezed Galen's knot
and gently massaged his balls, trying to extract as much
of that delicious doggy-juice as he could possibly give
me. All too soon, he was finished, his knot shrank and
he pulled away from me. By this time, my own cock was
painfully hard and slick with precum.
The commotion had awakened Gretchen, and she lay down
next to Galen and tried to help him clean himself up. He
backed away from her attentions, so she came over to
check me out. I fingered her as she licked me, and she
bucked her hips and got a little wet. I figured I'd try
for another romp with her, but when I attempted to mount
her, she snapped her tail between her legs. Of course,
that's canine body language for "Forget it!" I went back
to fingering her and even gave her some tongue work,
hoping she'd change her mind. She seemed to enjoy it, so
I tried once more to mate with her. No such luck... she
just wasn't in the mood! She would let me do anything I
wanted with my fingers and tongue, but wouldn't let me
near her with my dick. Always the way with out-of-heat
bitches.
I was about ready to try and get Galen to lick me when I
noticed the tip of his cock was still out of his sheath.
That happens sometimes, especially with longhaired dogs.
I gently freed it up for him, and carefully pushed it
back through the opening. It felt wonderfully warm and
slippery in there, and there was plenty of room. I tried
it again with two fingers; they went in no problem at
all. I knelt down next to him, dropped my pants, and
brought my dick up to the opening of his sheath. It was
already slick with precum and Gretchen's slobber, so no
further lube was needed. With just a little squeezing
and manipulation, I was in!
The inside of Galen's sheath felt damn near as nice as
any pussy I'd ever been in, though there wasn't much
action. Maybe that could change... I pushed in as far
as I could so my cock-head was down against Galen's knot,
and I could stroke both at the same time. I was so horny
that I came almost immediately, while he humped my hand.
Even after I finished pumping my load into his sheath and
my orgasm had subsided, I still felt contractions. They
were his, not mine, and a warm wetness spread over my
crotch and trickled down my balls as the big dog squirted
his load into my pubic hair.
I was more or less at Galen's mercy, as I couldn't pull
out of his sheath until his enormous erection subsided.
Even though I had completely drained my load into him, I
was still partly hard and having "aftershocks."
Eventually, he went soft and we separated. I rubbed his
cheeks and ears, kissed him on the nose, and thanked him
for sharing his wonderful body with me. He sat down to
clean himself, and Gretchen cleaned me. "NOW she wants
to lick me!" I thought. When Galen had cleaned himself
to his satisfaction, he stood up and stretched. As he
did, a long, white strand of my cum oozed from the
opening of his sheath. I suspected it could cause him
some problems if it stayed in there too long, so I
pondered ways to wash it out.
I had an idea, and took the dogs outside. It was plenty
dark out there, so I coaxed them to follow me around to
the back of the house where we wouldn't likely be
observed. I unzipped, and 'marked my territory' against
some shrubbery, hoping Galen would follow suit. Right on
cue, he sniffed it and did a little dance with his back
feet. Just as he raised his hind leg, I reached under
him and closed off the end of his sheath, letting him
fill it with urine. After filling and releasing it a few
times, it was rather nicely rinsed out. It also did a
fairly decent job of getting him hard again, but since he
had already cum twice inside of an hour, I let him be.
Over the three weeks that I had the dogs, we made love of
one sort or another several times. Not outrageously
often, just a couple of times a week. Although Gretchen
didn't allow me to mount her again, she would let me
finger or suck her almost any time. Galen would politely
request my services from time to time. No leg humping or
arm grabbing like some dogs will do, but he found that if
he sat directly in front of me and showed me some pink, I
would find it very hard to resist him!
All good things must come to an end, and eventually Jeff
and Amy came home from the Caribbean. Galen danced in
circles around them, barking and wagging his tail, while
Gretchen remained pretty much indifferent to the whole
situation.
Amy sat on the grass and put her arms around both dogs.
"I missed you guys so much! Were you good kids?"
Gretchen finally acknowledged that she really was glad to
see her people, and joined Galen in licking her face.
"They were great," I said. "No trouble at all. I'd take
them again any time!"
Jeff playfully smacked Galen several times at the base of
his tail, causing him to lick the air. "We're going to
be breeding them again late this summer. Any chance you
might be interested in a pup?"
I had begun to think that the emptiness I had felt
recently was just due to the loss of my Jesse, but it had
all but vanished over the past three weeks. Sure, I
still missed him, but even more I missed just having a
canine around the house. "I'm seriously considering it.
Jesse's been gone close to a year now, and I'm tired of
being dogless."
Jeff and Amy looked at each other and nodded. "Let us
know!"
The question now was no longer whether or not to get
another dog, but-should it be a male or a female...?
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway 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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