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Authors name: Mortimer Snerd (ibcnu@hotmail.com)
Story title : A New Life with Stormy
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A New Life with Stormy
by Mortimer Snerd (ibcnu@hotmail.com)
***
A newly divorced man finds that there are more than
traditional ways to satisfy his sexual urges. (M/f-dog)
***
My wife and I had just finalized our divorce. We had
been married for 25 years, which was really about 22
years too long. But you get comfortable with
familiarity, and when she finally voiced the truth,
that we had drifted apart and weren't really lovers
anymore, I cried. Despite the divorce, I still love
her, and I probably always will.
Now it was time to pick up the pieces, take stock of my
life, and get used to living alone again, for the first
time in forever. I doubted I'd ever marry again. So I
found a modest little apartment in an out-of-the-way
place, and set up shop. I made sure to find a place
that allowed pets, because I thought I'd probably get a
dog for company, down the road.
My family always had at least one dog when I was
growing up, and it always seemed to make a house more
like a home. I figured it would be a larger breed...
not one of my wife's dogs, those little mops-with-feet
that she always preferred. This would be a "man's best
friend" kind of dog, one you could horse around with,
that would almost knock you over with excitement when
you came home at the end of the day.
A few months had gone by, and I was starting to get
used to my new routine, but the place still didn't
really feel like "home". I decided it was time to start
looking for that dog. While scanning through one
Sunday's paper, I spotted an ad by a local breeder who
had Canadian White Shepherd pups for sale. I called him
to find out when I could come over to have a look, and
he said that afternoon was just fine. So I shortly
found myself looking at three adorable little puppies.
There had been 5 in the litter, 3 females and 2 males.
The males had already been sold, so the remaining three
were all female.
I guess I had just assumed I'd be getting a male, but
these three were so lovable that I quickly got over any
mild disappointment. One of them in particular seemed
to take to me right away. "I'll take her," I told him,
and half an hour later, I carried her into my home.
Canadian Shepherds are built like German Shepherds,
only they're pure white and their coats are thicker.
They also have gentler dispositions than their European
cousins. I named mine "Stormtrack", or "Stormy" for
short. Over the next year, she became the center of my
life. I watched her grow by leaps and bounds, until she
was a young adult, about 2 ft. tall at the shoulder.
She was an easy dog to house-train, and I had quickly
given her the run of the house. Extremely loving and
gentle, she loved to play and cuddle with me, and she
was happiest when she got to sleep on the bed next to
me at night. This was an adjustment, as she grew to
occupy a good half of the bed, but having been used to
sharing the bed with my wife for so long, I got
accustomed to it quickly enough. It was pleasant,
hearing her soft snoring as I drifted off to sleep each
night.
As Stormy came into heat for the first time, I
considered what to do about it. I had no intentions of
trying to breed her, and it would be a problem whenever
I took her for a walk... I decided I'd probably get her
spayed, once she'd passed through it this first time.
I couldn't help but notice how wet and engorged her
labia became, though -- I had never had such a large
female dog around the house before, and, frankly, it
was interesting.
Her swollen canine organ looked almost as large as a
woman's pussy! This made me wonder how large the male's
penis must be, which she was swelling to accommodate. I
had never seen a canine penis that rivaled a human one
in size, but Stormy's body seemed to be preparing for
one.
My curiosity finally got the best of me, and I
lubricated a finger with some K-Y jelly, intending to
see just how deep she was. As I gently inserted my
finger into her, she got very still and held her tail
up for me. Her vagina was tight, but my finger kept
sliding in, further and further... as my knuckles
bumped into her labia, I finally brushed against what
must be her cervix. She was as deep as most women!
Feeling her powerful heat enveloping my finger, I
suddenly found myself with a hard-on. I pulled my
finger out of her, abruptly ashamed of myself for no
particular reason. "Sorry, girl, I was just curious," I
muttered, half to myself. "We'll get you taken care of
in a few weeks." I patted her on the head, then went to
clean off my hand. The whole issue was off my mind by
the time I rinsed off the soap.
That night, I had a dream about my ex-wife, from our
passionate early years together. She was lying naked
next to me, and we were about to make love. I reached
down to her warm pussy and began to stroke her there,
and she started to kiss me. I slipped my fingers into
her moistness, letting the fire build gently between
us, finding the opening into her welcoming body as her
kisses got more feverish.
Suddenly, I realized that she wasn't actually kissing
me, she was... licking me? Startled by this, I awoke to
find that Stormy was lapping my face. My hand was
stroking a pussy, alright, but not my wife's! Stormy
was stretched out next to me, laying with her hind feet
in the air as I felt up her wet, canine labia!
At first, I was horrified at the situation. But Stormy
actually seemed to be enjoying it, if her eager licking
was any indication. And we did have the place all to
ourselves... ah, hell, who was to know? If this brought
her some pleasure, well, she brought plenty to me with
her company. I resumed fondling her, and she lathered
me up pretty well, indicating her approval. "You like
this, girl?" I said, turning my head away for a moment.
"You like it when Daddy touches you there? Yes..." Once
again, I found myself with a hard-on, and sighed,
knowing that I would have a date with my right hand in
the very near future.
The next night, Stormy cuddled right up to me on the
bed, licking my face and
presenting her belly to me. "Well, she learns fast, I
knew she was intelligent," I muttered to myself.
Figuring I'd get it over with, I reached down and
fondled her again.
She seemed even more receptive the second time, almost
pushing herself against my hand as I stimulated her.
This time, knowing how she seemed to enjoy it, I
slipped a finger on up into her vagina. She humped back
at me hard, once, lapping me eagerly.
"Must be nice to have someone willing to finger-fuck
you, huh silly dog," I said. Again, I had this hard-on
and no use for it, so after several minutes of letting
Stormy have her fun, I decided to relieve my own urges.
Using my hand, I quickly ejaculated onto my belly, then
lay there catching my breath.
Suddenly, a wet nose touched me, and Stormy began to
lick my penis! She had startled me, and I had intended
to make her stop, but the feel of her warm tongue on me
turned out to be quite nice! She licked me all over,
then found my cum and licked that up, too. She lapped
all around my genitalia for a long time, and I found
myself patting her on the head and talking to her.
"Good girl, that's so nice, Daddy loves you, too."
Finally, she decided I was cleaned up enough, and she
shifted into a comfortable position and fell asleep
next to me. I drifted off soon afterward, feeling her
warmth against my side.
This became a pattern over the next couple of days.
Stormy would present herself to me at bedtime, and I
would pleasure her with a finger or two, my initial
reservations giving way to my affection for my canine
companion. It was a pleasant way to end the day for
both of us, and nobody else needed to know.
It didn't occur to me at first that I had begun to feel
the need to jerk off every time, or that my orgasms
were getting more powerful instead of less (as I might
have expected).
One night, though, as I was about to cum, I caught
myself thinking not of some beautiful babe, but rather
of the lithe, fur-covered body next to me. I had never
considered what Stormy and I were doing as "having sex
with an animal", so it startled me when this exact
thought was what sent me over the edge, on that
occasion. I must be some kind of pervert, I thought!
After that, I decided I'd better stop our nightly
fondling sessions. Stormy whined the next night, but I
patted her on the head and scratched her back, and that
seemed to satisfy her for the moment. I thought I was
doing the right thing.
A morning or two later, though, I was having an
unusually intense sexual dream, one of those you wake
up from before you're really ready for it to end.
Someone was taking my dick into her mouth, promising to
give me the blow-job of my life.
I awoke to find Stormy tenderly licking my rapidly-
hardening penis! The combination of the remaining
shreds of my dream with Stormy's hot, wet tongue sent
me over the edge in seconds. I shot all the way up to
my chin, spurt after spurt as she lapped my twitching
dick with her big tongue. Finally, I had to push her
away, too sensitized to take any more. She eagerly
found where I had squirted on myself, cleaning me up
with great care.
Overwhelmed by what had just happened, I stroked her
fur lovingly. "Okay, I've missed you too, I admit it",
I told her. To hell with what society thought was
"taboo"... that had been the best "oral sex" I'd ever
had! I decide I had been wrong to put the brakes on our
"relationship". Stormy loved and trusted me, and who
was I to say that we shouldn't take mutual pleasure in
one another?
For the next few nights, we explored stimulating each
other, both one at a time and mutually. We found that
"69" position worked pretty well... I would cuddle up
to Stormy with my head on her belly, fondling her and
then slipping a finger or two into her vagina, her hips
arching into me at least once or twice as I penetrated
her.
Meanwhile, she lapped me with her big tongue, tip-to-
balls, over and over again. I found that each night,
the experience grew more intense, as we got
increasingly comfortable with each other this way.
Stormy's vaginal muscles would contract around my
fingers in ever-quickening spasms, in what I could only
assume was her version of an orgasm, and this began to
trigger my own climax, spurting my seed as we brought
each other to our peaks.
Sometimes, I wound up ejaculating almost directly into
her mouth, as she lapped me. Far from being a turn-off
for her, like with most women, Stormy seemed to
enjoy this little "treat". I began to feel a real
physical and emotional bond with my furry companion, as
we got better at pleasuring each other.
On a lazy Saturday morning, I awoke to find Stormy
sprawled against me, our bellies together, one of her
legs over me and my arm over her. The warmth of her
body against me had given me a hard-on, and I lazily
rubbed it through her warm fur, stroking her back with
my hand as she stirred. Stormy began licking my face
just as lazily, and we lay like that for a bit.
As I basked in the warmth of her fine companionship,
her fur started exciting me more, and it became more
like dry-humping. I found myself wishing that Stormy
were a real woman, so we could make love. That's when
it hit me: we could! She had a vagina, I had a penis.
Why hadn't I thought of it earlier? Probably because I
was still too hung-up on social taboos, I guess.
But I had gotten used to giving and receiving pleasure
with her, and in many ways it was better than being
with a woman. Why not take the final step?
I needed to scoot Stormy toward the pillow a bit,
bringing our organs within reach of each other.
I knew she'd be tight, but I wasn't that much bigger
than the two fingers she routinely accepted. I used
some of my saliva to lubricate us both, then positioned
the head of my dick at her entrance. I was well-
familiarized with her anatomy by now, so I was ready
for the angle of her vagina, different from a woman's.
As I began to slip into her, I felt her powerful heat
begin to envelope me. Her muscles were causing her to
"wink", and each time she did, I slipped in a little
further.
Stormy groaned and whined at the same time as I entered
her, humping hard against me a couple of times and then
licking my face vigorously. Knowing she could handle my
weight, I rolled on top of her, in a sort of
"missionary" position. Her body accepted me more
naturally than I ever expected, and within a few short
minutes I had penetrated her completely, my balls
coming to rest against her pussy-lips.
My God, this was good! Her tightness and heat were like
nothing I had ever experienced before. Her powerful
muscles were squeezing me rhythmically, as if straining
to milk me of the seed I longed to fill her with.
In just a few short seconds, I did just that, spurting
what seemed like gallons of semen into her furry body.
I held onto her for dear life, my hips bucking against
her as she spasmed around the cock pulsing deep inside
her, unable to think of anything but how good this
felt, better than any woman I had ever known. I dug my
fingers deep into her pure white fur, both of us
panting as we rode it out.
Finally spent, I collapsed onto Stormy, whose
contractions were also slowing down. "Good, girl,
sweet, beautiful girl," I muttered over and over, as
she licked my face to communicate her own satisfaction.
I stroked her face lovingly, wondering why I had fought
this for as long as I did. What an absolutely wonderful
lover, so eager to please and be pleased!
Rolling us back to the side, I gently pulled out of the
delicious, virgin cunt Stormy had given to me. She sat
up to lick herself clean, and I watched her in a
satisfied daze, my dick softening in my contentment.
Then she moved over to start the job on me, and the
attention from her warm, wet tongue quickly brought my
hard-on back, full-force. I began playing with her
again, repositioning so that I could reach her sex
easily as she lapped at me.
Soon, we were both worked into readiness again, her
labia winking in arousal, my cock throbbing with
tension. She rolled willingly to her back as I climbed
back onto her, slipping my already-wet cock (from her
saliva, this time) back into her well-lubricated cunt
and plunging deep into her again.
God, she was hot, and so exquisitely tight! The bucking
of her hips was spasmodic, strongest when I first
entered but repeating now and then as I thrust in and
out... evidence that she was enjoying this as much as I
was! Once more, I dug my fingers into her fur as we
made love furiously, both of us panting with exertion,
but neither of us caring.
We repeated this cycle several times -- I lost track of
the actual number. Each time I pulled out, Stormy would
clean up her labia, then go to work on me, bringing me
so close to the edge that the only choice was to plunge
back into her and do it again.
The morning passed in a haze of arousal and pleasure,
like being caught in some kind of perverse fucking-
machine and not having the will to turn it off. At one
point, I had the presence of mind to pull out the K-Y
to help lubricate our sensitive parts, although I had
to reapply it each time after she licked me clean.
We tried it different ways, such as the infamous
"doggy-style" (with me kneeling behind her), lying on
our sides in "spoon" position while I stroked her belly
and her nipples), and with her sitting in my lap (her
weight drove me the deepest into her, that time). Over
and over her muscular cunt squeezed me, pulled me
deeper, milked me for every drop of semen in my body.
Finally, I found the strength to stop long enough for
both of us to pee, and then I decided it would be smart
for us to get something to eat, too. It was almost
noon, and I suddenly realized I was starving! So I got
us both something for brunch, after which we just
cuddled up on the sofa together, with Stormy's head
resting in my lap. Sitting there in my bathrobe, I took
stock of the situation.
What had started out as a simple pet-and-owner
relationship had obviously changed forever. I had
bonded completely with my canine lover, now, and I
don't think either of us would be happy going back to
"just being friends". Stormy had seemed to enjoy our
love-making as much as I did! No, this was the start of
a new and wonderful relationship, and I never wanted it
to end. As I scratched her head, she looked up at me
with those big, beautiful eyes, as if to say
she agreed with me.
We returned to our bed for more lovemaking that
afternoon, and again that evening. We tried doing it
with Stormy on top of me, as another variation, and it
turned out to be slow and delicious that way. With my
hands guiding her hips, she started learning to thrust
them in time with me, increasing both of our pleasure,
if mine was any indication.
By the time we finally called it quits to get some
sleep, I was getting pretty red and sore, as I'm sure
she was, so I used some Vitamin E lotion on each of us,
to help us heal. We should probably have taken a few
days off, but I knew her estrus wouldn't last too much
longer, and I wanted us to have as much time together
as possible, not knowing how receptive she'd be when
not in heat.
We dropped back to just one nightly session, trying not
to overdo it. But each time we climbed into bed was
like that first morning, coupling with each other over
and over, my throbbing cock pumping deep into her hot
canine cunt, pouring my seed into her until there was
no more.
About 6 days later, Stormy started to come out of heat.
Her labia began to shrink in size, and she no longer
looked as pink and receptive. I decided to try having
sex (carefully), to see how it would go, and I was
pleased to find out that she was still interested, if a
bit less able.
I had to use a lot more lubricant, and I couldn't go
quite as deep, but she was still willing. We just had
to settle for a gentler sort of lovemaking, when she
wasn't in estrus. And she was always willing to take
care of me with her tongue! It was during this time
that I first took her in my mouth, returning the favor,
and she seemed to love it.
Many a night, we gently pleasured each other in true
"69" position, our tongues bringing us to wonderful,
slow peaks. When she finally came back into heat (I'd
be damned if I'd get her spayed, now!), we rediscovered
the fevered blur of our first lovemaking, energetically
humping each other into the wee hours of the morning.
And when it subsided, we'd return to the gentle
lovemaking that still satisfied us both.
That's how it began. I swore I'd never remarry, but I
was wrong... Stormy came into my life and filled that
void for me. She is 6, now, and no longer has the fiery
energy of a puppy. But like a fine wine, our lovemaking
has mellowed and improved with age. I know I'll have
the heartache of seeing her age and die, but the joy of
her companionship has been worth it. I hope Stormy
lives a long, healthy life, though, because I don't
know what I'll do without her.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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