My True Story


  

When I was 18 I went on a trip to Canada, to visit a Great-Aunt of
mine and it was a lot of fun. It was also the time that I was
initiated into bestiality, specifically dog sex. Since then I have
been active with my own and other dogs. I have used some of those
experiences in other fictional stories, particularly two specific
dogs, Mike and Midnight. What you read here, however will not be
fiction, this is what really happened.

  

I am 22 years old now and a college student, Amerasian and generally a
lot of fun to be around. I think...yikes! I'm not big on blowing my own
horn, but I understand the need for a little immodesty here so you'll
at least have some sort of mental image of me. I'm 5'4" about 110lbs,
small all around really. My breasts are tiny, but very sensitive with
long dark nipples, my hips rather narrow with a high tight butt. I'm
proud of my legs too, and my tummy, I do a zillion crunches a day, and
I like it so much I jump on a Stairmaster for an hour after that. I'm
a bit of a health nut. My hair is black and long, my skin light brown,
and my eyes somewhat darker brown, but more occidental than oriental.

  

My owner is a three year old black lab named Midnight, who is the
absolute coolest dog in the world. He is my real boyfriend and secure
enough that he doesn't mind sharing me with the occasional human. If I
could I'd have his puppies, in a heartbeat. Now you know what I wish
for on my birthdays.

  

Onward to Canada. My Aunt had a bulldog, named Mike. He was averaged
size for bulldogs I guess, he weighed maybe 40 lbs, although it seemed
like more. He was thick and strong, with powerful legs. He was also so
ugly it was cute. He had a very flat face and his mouth always seemed
to be open, grinning at you while he licked his nose. He actually had
very few truly endearing qualities and at least one very bad habit.

  

Mike would hump someone's leg every time the opportunity presented
itself, which was basically every time he was in the same room with
someone. He'd tackled my leg within 3 minutes of arriving at me Aunt
Jean's house. It was very difficult to pry him loose too, he had very
strong forelegs as I mentioned, and he would wrap them around and hang
on for dear life while his hips just pumped merrily away. He was a
drooler too, in every way imaginable. Not only would his tongue and
grinning mouth drip saliva all over you, his cock which was actually
rather large for a dog his size, would also start leaking like a
faucet. By the time you got yourself free of him, you were guaranteed
to be a mess.

  

I dealt with it for a few days, learning how to do the `Bulldog
Two-Step' as my Aunt called it. When Mike would try wrapping your leg
you had to be quick and kind of skip away, but that was a pain too,
especially if you were carrying a cup of hot cocoa or something.
Another thing was that Mike would hump you if he caught you laying
down, like I happened to be on the carpet one night soon after
arriving, laying on my tummy and writing some postcards, when Mike
discovered me. Thank God I was clothed! He wasn't the brightest dog,
but he had a good idea of what was what and where it was supposed to
go. So I had to watch that too.

  

Now, I do have to confess though that it was a little...interesting.
Seeing him hard like that, trying so desperately to get off any way he
could. I actually felt sorry for the guy, you know? But my fear, or
guilt, or learned morality, didn't really let me do anything about it
at the time. It wasn't until I'd been there almost a week and Aunt
Jean told me my Grandparents were coming by that I started making a
plan.

  

Now my Grandparents are old school, like very refined and
distinguished, my grandfather more so than my grandmother. He was a
lawyer for a lot of years and was huge on the respect and image and I
don't know, maybe when I'm like 70 I'll understand it all. Anyway, if
you can picture your archetypical 19th century English lord of the
manner, that's was my Grandfather...Like that rich bad guy that got
blown up in his car during the X-Files movie...Now, picture that man
getting his leg humped by a grinning, drooling, precum dripping
bulldog named Mike.

  

I couldn't picture it either, but that was exactly what was going to
happen. If I didn't do something to stop it. Oh, I know, I could have
chained the dog up, or locked him in my room, or something. My Aunt
didn't seem particularly concerned, but my Grandfather was her
brother, so she probably just would have laughed and told him to get
over it. So it was up to me. I thought perhaps Mike's probably was
that nobody ever let him finish what he started. I mean he always
humped people's legs, but we'd stop him before he could cum. I decided
I'd get Mike to hump me the night before my Grandparents were arriving
and maybe that would calm him down.

  

After what I've told you about Mike, that should seem like a fairly
simple solution, right? Well, the night before I grabbed Mike and took
him into the basement after my Aunt had gone to bed. It was finished
down there, with a comfortable recreation room, carpeted and cozy. It
seemed like the perfect place. I was wearing hipsters and I figured
I'd take those off, since I didn't need drool and sperm all over them.
So I stood there in my little pink panties and a t-shirt calling Mike
over sweetly. Now that he had a willing partner, of course, he was
totally uninterested! Stupid dog!

  

I even went as far as laying down on the floor, giving him a repeat of
the real scare he'd given me just a few days previously, but all he
did was sniff at me a little and walk away. Maybe it was being in the
basement, I thought, but I wasn't going to risk being caught by my
Aunt, that was for sure. So it was down there or nowhere. Then I
decided to do something that I'd done for my boyfriends once in
awhile. All guys liked hand jobs, right? So I pulled Mike close and
started rubbing his tummy, going a little lower while he sat there
grinning at me.

  

When I reached his penis all I felt was the lump of it sheathed in
it's furry hiding place. I didn't know a whole lot about dog anatomy,
but I figured I'd play with it, rub him a little and see if I could
get him started at least. I played with his dick, rubbing gently,
squeezing a little and he did seem to be enjoying that. Pretty soon
the tip of his penis appeared, slipping out reddish and already wet,
but as soon as I touched it, zip...it went right back inside. But he
didn't growl, or bark, or whine, so I didn't think it was hurting him.

  

I admit that this playing with Mike was a little bit exciting for me
too. I didn't know why, and I tried to tell myself that the only
reason I was doing it was to prevent a social catastrophe the next
day, but I can now say that honestly, I really was very fascinated and
turned on by it. That probably explains a lot better the reason I
decided to do what I did, more than the weak excuse that I gave myself
at the time. I played with Mike's cock again, getting the tip exposed
and I told myself that if a hand job wasn't going to do it, then I
needed to try something else...I moved my head down to the floor, down
underneath his body and I started tonguing that dog's prick.

  

I pretended that it was grossing me out. I say pretending because that
was what I would have expected to feel, what I perhaps wanted to feel,
but quite to the contrary, I was more excited than ever. And it seemed
to be working for Mike too, his penis started getting longer and
fatter and I soon found myself not just using my tongue, but my lips
as well, taking his prick into my mouth and suckling at it gently. I
had no idea how sensitive it might or might not be, so I was being
careful. He was very wet then too, and the liquid was thin and runny,
more like water than anything, but with a bit more flavor than a
man's. It wasn't bad at all and I didn't mind swallowing it.

  

I was still holding his cock and soon he was about as large as he
could get, maybe 4 inches long and generally as big around as a grown
man's thumb. It bulged in the middle, getting thicker, but not
terribly so, kind of like a red wet blimp or something. The tip was
pointed a little, rather oddly shaped I thought, but it made for an
interesting experience as I explored it with my tongue. At the base of
his penis I could feel a bit of swelling, which at the time I had no
idea what it was, but it was small and I figured it was normal.

  

As I sucked Mike off, feeling rather dirty and obscene, I'll admit
freely, I also started rubbing my pussy. I was damp already and my
nipples itched, always a sure sign that I'm horny. I started getting
this terrible urge, that I should go even further. I mean a blow job
is one thing, I'd done that a number of times with my boyfriends
already, but I had only let one guy have sex with me and only twice at
that. I was still pretty much a virgin in that respect. Both times had
been okay I guessed, but not great. The first time it had hurt and the
second time hadn't been that much better. Plus my boyfriend had worn a
condom both times and I'd wondered if it would have been better for me
if I'd actually felt him inside me, cumming and everything.

  

Here then was my chance to try sex again with someone who couldn't get
me pregnant and definitely couldn't tell anyone about it. The only
real question in my mind was how perverted would that make me? Just
barely out of high school, getting ready for college, and fucking a
dog? That had to be worse than being a slut, which had been a real
fear for me when my boyfriend had talked me into having sex. I'd told
so may other guys no, that I was saving myself, that I couldn't, for
this reason or that, and here I was seriously thinking about giving it
up to a dog. It was making me incredibly horny.

  

I didn't know exactly what I was doing, but I trusted in Mike's
instincts when I pulled my mouth off and got on my hands and knees on
the carpet for him. I took off my panties and pulled his nose to my
sex, figuring he could smell how excited I was and he'd know what to
do. I was right about that at least. He licked me a couple times and
that ws such an incredible feeling I almost changed my mind about
letting him fuck me, just so he could lick me instead. But I was so
ready for his cock by then that I couldn't wait. I had to actually
pull him up, which was hard to do because he was heavy, even though he
was so squat, but he did get the idea and he got his front paws around
my waist and started stabbing at me with his prick.

  

It was kind of funny, but very frustrating too, for both of us,
because he kept missing. And he was jamming himself so hard it
actually hurt a little when he'd hit something sensitive, like my
clit. I finally reached down, under my body and grabbed his penis and
rubbed it across my slit, he didn't even slow down either, he just
kept thrusting and fucking my hand until I managed to get the tip
between my lips. Then he was in and rammed himself full tilt inside me
as far as his cock could go. It hurt, I will tell you, even though I
was wet, I just wasn't stretched out at all and the initial thrust
took me completely by surprise.

  

But that might have been a good thing too, because it kind of knocked
the air out of me and I dropped a little bit, giving Mike more
leverage with his hind legs and a better angle to work with. He was
pumping me eagerly now and the pain did finally go away, replaced with
a building vibration of pleasure that just seemed to build and build.
Occasionally Mike would slip out of me and I'd have to help him get
back in, but he was pretty good really. Another thing was his front
paws, they'd been on my t-shirt at first, but it hadn't taken long at
all for my t-shirt to ride up and his paws to slide down. He really
scratched my hips quite a lot, but at the time I barely noticed it. It
just started feeling totally amazing.

  

He was just the perfect size, not too long, not too thick, and he
fucked as fast as you can imagine it. I felt the first of several
orgasms finally peaking within about 3 minutes of getting him started.
I just dropped my face on the rug and groaned with it, grunting softly
as this subtle change in position gave Mike a new angle to work with
and he started touching new and sensitive areas inside my pussy. I was
soaking wet too, both with my juices and Mike's constantly leaking
prick. It ran out of my cunt, down my thighs and it even made funny
little squishing noises as his cock slid in and out of me.

  

After about 5 minutes or so, Mike slipped out and then got off me,
kind of looking around while I moaned because I was so close to
cumming again. "Come on Mike, come on boy!" I was whispering
breathlessly and slapping my butt and I thought I'd have to grab him
again, but I didn't. He figured it out and I sighed "Good boy!" as his
prick thrust back into me again. He must have fucked me for a good 10
minutes, maybe as long as 15, which was a lot longer than my boyfriend
had lasted. Then I felt something else, like a big hard knocking at
the entrance to my vagina.

  

I had no clue about the knot of muscle that dogs get when they fuck.
It came as a total surprise to me and I had to reach back to see what
that sensation was. Sure enough there was this ball-like bulge at the
base of Mike's shaft, perhaps twice as big around as his cock, and he
was trying desperately to get it inside of me. He was whining a
little, drooling heavily on my back, and his nails dug into my hips as
he slammed it against my cunt lips. It didn't hurt, it just
felt...strange. And then with all that wetness down there, combined with
his eagerness, the knot just pushed right inside me and I was on cloud
nine, I swear. I came like crazy because it just seemed to fill me so
completely. And it kept on filling me, growing even larger it seemed,
although I don't know how big it really got. It felt like I'd been
stuffed with a bowling ball, but I imagine it didn't get all that much
bigger than it was when it was outside trying to get in.

  

Mike's strokes shortened after that, he seemed content to pretty much
let his cock just stab back and forth in my vagina with a rapid sawing
motion. I didn't realize he was going to cum until it happened, right
in the middle of one of my orgasms and it just wasted me. I pretty
much collapsed and pulled poor Mike down with me, since he was pretty
stuck. But he didn't complain, what a great dog! I was shivering and I
had my eyes shut as tightly as I could, because I do cry sometimes
when I cum really really good, like I did then. I felt his spunk
shooting inside me, not really specifically, but just a nice expanding
warmth, a little flood of extra pleasure and I knew right away what it
was. It was the first time anyone's sperm had been in my womb.

  

If I hadn't technically been a virgin before Mike, I'd at least still
thought of myself that way. But right then I knew I no longer was.
He'd totally made me, fucked me and cum inside me, trying to
everything he possible could to fill me with his puppies. That was the
thought that really dominated me while I came, that I'd given myself
totally to this dog, to this animal, and let him try to make me
pregnant. It was a wonderful thrill and I wanted to stay in that
moment forever.

  

The good thing was that even though Mike's knot wasn't large, at least
compared to what I'd find later with black labs, it was big enough to
lock us up nicely. My pussy was hardly well used at that time in my
life, it was small and tight and clasped tightly around the bulging
muscle just inside my labia minora. I wasn't going anywhere anyway
though, it just felt too good laying there with Mike inside me. But, I
guess he had some different ideas because every now and then he'd try
to pull away, feel that he was still stuck and stop. It didn't hurt at
all when he did that, in fact it felt kind of good, and I suspected I
could have gotten him out of me if I really needed too. Maybe with a
little discomfort, but nothing terrible. Anyway, it took oh, twenty
minutes maybe, or perhaps less before he'd finally started shrinking
again and he was almost able to pull free. I helped him a little,
lifting my butt and relaxing as much as I could and then it just
slipped out with a little flood of juices. I was amazed at how wet I'd
been inside. Those knots really work good for keeping the juices in.

  

Mike licked at himself first, but I soon got the thrill of my life,
almost as good as that first dog fuck had been. I'd turned over and
sat up a little, spreading my legs and Mike came sniffing at my sex.
And then he started licking me. Good grief! If I'd been feeling guilty
or dirty because I wanted to fuck a dog, his tongue totally drove
those thoughts right out of my pretty little head. I was thinking,
there's no way any guy I'd ever meet would do for me what this dog is
doing for himself, he was digging his own cum out of my well fucked
pussy. He had that ugly flat face pressed as tight as he could get it
to my crotch, and that long tongue just started digging away. It took
every bit of control I had to keep from screaming at the to of my
lungs when Mike made me cum with his tongue.

  

I'd had oral...I'd received oral sex...exactly one time before. And that
whole experience had lasted maybe 3 minutes before the guy had stopped
and basically demanded the blowjob I'd promised him if he went down on
me. I figured oral sex just wasn't that great. Oh my God, was I wrong!
That guy had just been totally inadequate and now a dog was showing me
what cunnilingus was all about. At first I'd worried about Mike's
teeth, but I didn't need to, they didn't even come close to nipping
me. His tongue was long too, not terribly wide, but long and a little
rough, but that only seemed to make it better. He was so far inside me
a couple times I thought I could feel the tip of his tongue tickling
my cervix, but that was just wishful thinking, I'm sure.

  

The only problem we had was that when I started cumming really good
the second time, I forgot who and what I was with and closed my legs.
Poor Mike got squeezed pretty hard by my thighs, but I just couldn't
help it. I managed to get him back though and he went right back to
doing what he had been, although I think he kept a wary eye on my legs
after that.

  

Another great thing was that mike cleaned me up everywhere! When I
lifted my ass a little, really getting into it, his tongue slipped
right down to my butt, lapping at the juices that had run down in that
direction. It sent a little shiver of pleasure along my spine and I
rolled over for him, spreading the firm globes of my ass for him and
Mike went right to it, licking and trying to dig his wet hot tongue
right into my virgin anus. I was in heaven from all that attention and
I decided right then that Mike was going to have to do this for me
every day until I left.

  

I finally pushed Mike away, having no earthly idea how long the dog
would have kept going. Heck, he could still be licking me today if I
hadn't stopped him after the first 40 minutes or so. But I needed to
clean up that basement, especially the carpet. I was pretty used to
it, but even I could smell the distinctive odor of our coupling,
especially my pussy. And we'd left an awful big wet spot on the carpet
too. So I spent half an hour cleaning everything up, using some rug
cleaner I found under the sink, and some disinfectant, and some
deodorizer. I needed a much better arrangement, I thought. I was going
to be there for a month, 3 more weeks, and that meant a mess every
night.

  

And then I noticed my scratches. It's amazing how something doesn't
hurt until you see it. I didn't even know I'd been scratched until I
was putting my panties back on and happened to notice them. I had a
good dozen long reddish ones at different angles on my waist and hips.
And they started to hurt a little. I would definitely need to hide
those, because I couldn't imagine being able to explain how I'd gotten
them. And I needed to figure out how to keep Mike from scratching me
like that again, the next time we mated.

  

The next day I woke up rather sore, but not terribly so, it was more
of a good tenderness between my legs than anything else. The kind that
meant I'd been well and thoroughly fucked the night before. The
scratched I had were also so and I chided myself a little during my
bath for not thinking about those stupid toenails before I invited
Mike to mount me. I would have to wear dresses or big long t-shirts
and blouses for the next week or so, hiding them and that was maybe
more suspicious than anything else. I pretty much always wore
something that tended to show off my body, particularly my stomach.
But if my Aunt had any suspicions, she didn't mention them. That was a
good thing too because I felt like I was walking on eggshells all
morning around her.

  

Mike, of course, was little changed my the events of the previous
evening. When my grandparents arrived, he was right there, ready to
hump a stranger's leg. I shook my head at him, wondering if he was
just insatiable, or maybe he just had too much sperm built up in his
hairy little balls. I had managed to intercept him though, and held
the bulldog tight while my Grandparents made it safely into Aunt
Jean's house.

  

They had a nice visit and it was great seeing them again, even though
I positively couldn't wait for that night. I felt like someone had put
something in my orange juice that morning, like Spanish Fly or
something. I was horny all day long, with my nipples just burning
under my dress. Thank goodness I'd worn my bra, because my nipples get
about an inch long and there would have been no hiding them. It was
bad enough that my pussy was so damp with anticipation I thought for
sure I was leaving little wet spots everywhere I sat, and I
continually checked the back of my skirt, until even my Grandmother
notices and asked me if something was wrong. I probably blushed a
little, but I mumbled something about a loose seem and went to my room
to frig my clit, hoping I could get it out of my system with a good
cum.

  

I didn't really understand what was going on. I'd never been so hot
for sex before in my life. Making out with my boyfriends had been good
and really got me going, but generally if we weren't touching, I just
didn't get all hot and bothered. But now I just kept thinking about
Mike and his hard dog cock and his long rough tongue, it was insane.
As I lay on my bed masturbating I felt a sweet perversion at being so
excited by an animal. If only all those guys I'd turned down could
know how eagerly I'd surrendered my body to a dog's penis, they'd have
been deeply shocked and more than a little dismayed, I was sure. It
almost made me laugh but I was too busy cumming.

  

Finally that night, after my Grandparents ad left and Aunt Jean had
gone to bed, I had my chance to play with Mike again. I brought him
down into the basement and this time he seemed a little more eager,
perhaps remembering what had happened the last time he'd been down
there. This time though, I was at least a little better prepared. I'd
found an old quilted comforter in the closet of my room and I laid
that out on the carpeting in the center of the room. I'd also decided
that putting some socks on Mike would be a good idea, at least until I
could trim his toenails. I only hoped his nails wouldn't go through
the material, I'd picked the heaviest socks I could find, a pair of
wool socks with reinforced heals. I didn't know whose they were, but I
didn't think Aunt Jean would miss them. I'd also brought a towel,
thinking I could put that over my back and hips as well, maybe it
would help with the claws, and also it would keep his saliva from
raining on my back.

  

I decided to start with that awesome tongue of his, and I stripped
completely, laying back on the floor and spreading my legs. I called
Mike softly and he trotted over to investigate, sniffing at my crotch,
already getting wet, and then licking at me. I just kept telling him
what a good boy he was and reached down to pull my nether lips apart,
wanting to feel him inside me again.

  

Mike, as it turned out, was the most orally active dog I've ever been
with. Oh, I mean they'll all lick happily away, but with the dog I
have now, Midnight, I need to really coax him to get him started,
using peanut butter for example. But with Mike, I guess he just loved
the way my pussy tasted because as soon as he took his first few licks
and got some of that juice in his mouth, he was full tilt at it. I
swear all I could do was lay back and whimper. I suppose every young
woman remembers the first guy she was with who really knew how to go
down on her, I'll certainly never forget Mike. He would go from my
tight little anus all the way up to my clit with one slow lick,
plowing a little furrow between my labia and making me shiver. Or he
would take a dozen quick laps with his darting tongue in the blink of
an eye, driving me totally out of my mind when he happened to do that
over my clitoris. And then he'd just dig his tongue inside my pussy,
curling it inside so it brush across my little secret spot just behind
my clit and sending my into spasms of pleasure. He'd do all those
things and more until I just could stand it any longer.

  

I finally had to push the dog away, moaning and blinking back tears
because I'd become so sensitive that any little touch was too much. I
need to come down and let my body relax again. That was the first time
that had ever happened to me, although it's happened many times since.
But only with dogs, I haven't yet met a man who could bring me to that
point.

  

After I regained my senses and caught my breath I thought the best
thing to do would be to give Mike another blowjob, not just because he
deserved it, or even that it would give my throbbing pussy time to
recover, but mainly because I'd been wondering all day what his cum
would taste like. I'd tasted my boyfriend's once, just by accident
really, I'd never intended to let him cum in my mouth. I hadn't cared
for it really, it didn't totally gross me out, but it was a strange
sensation having my mouth suddenly full of sperm. I'd spat it out o
that occasion and felt totally turned off by the whole experience. But
now, with this bulldog, I felt like I wanted to do everything. I
wanted to suck that hard little doggy cock until he filled my tummy
with his sperm.

  

It had been slightly uncomfortable and more than a little awkward
trying to get underneath him though, the way I had last night. I
decided to try putting him on his back, hoping he wouldn't mind if we
did it that way. Happily he didn't seem to mind at all and I started
playing with his sheath, exploring him a little more attentively this
time, until the pointed tip of his penis emerged, glistening and warm.
It was a pretty pinkish red and I immediately started licking it, just
using my tongue at first while I rubbed Mike's chest. He seemed to
like this a lot, or at least he wasn't trying to get away from me.

  

It was amazing again to see just how quickly it could grow too,
expanding and slipping free of the soft furry sheath until it was long
and hard. I wrapped my lips around it and started a slow, easy up and
down motion, bathing his dog cock with my tongue while my mouth filled
with saliva and his precum. I couldn't believe how wet that dog got
and I was swallowing quite often to keep it from spilling out of my
tight mouth.

  

I wasn't sure how long this would take, since I couldn't even feel
that bulge of muscle yet. I wondered if I could even get a dog off
that way, maybe he could only cum by fucking, I just didn't know. But
Mike was every bit as patient as I was and my mouth must have felt
like a very wet and willing pussy for him because after a few minutes
I did feel the lump forming under my gentle fingers. I was able to
take the whole thing in my mouth too, which was nice. My attempts at
giv9ing head to men had all resulted in a lot of choking and gagging,
but this dog cock was the perfect size I thought, and I could handle
him easily. He was just long enough so the tip would tickle the back
of my mouth, but not so much that I would start gagging.

  

Mike's knot was steadily getting bigger and he did start trying to
move a little, making little doggy noises, half whines, half growls,
but they seemed to be sounds of pleasure, not annoyance, so I kept my
hands on his body and just used my mouth, sliding up and down. If only
my boyfriend could see me now! I was thinking wickedly, sucking a nice
hard wet dog cock and loving it! I did it for a good 15 minutes I bet,
maybe longer, and my mouth was actually getting a little tired. I felt
the knot as it seemed to rise a little, creating a bulge not quite as
big as a tennis ball maybe perhaps half an inch from the base of his
penis. I made a little circle with my thumb and forefinger just
beneath it, squeezing a little, thinking maybe I could fool him into
thinking he'd plugged a hole and it was okay to cum.

  

The bulldog was getting much more anxious now too, a little more
excited and I think he just wanted a better position so he could hump
that dog cock into something, instead of just being so passive like I
was trying to keep him. I started sucking harder, really moving my
mouth about as fast as I could so the knot of muscle was actually
banging against my lips, but I didn't mind. I kept my fingers tight
to, kind of squeezing and relaxing a little in time with my head
motion and maybe that helped a little.

  

I can't swear that my technique was really all that great, it was only
my second time giving a dog head, but I guess it was good enough. Mike
started whining a little and his back legs were twitching, as if
trying to find some purchase when I suddenly felt a rushing explosion
of heat in my mouth. Mike was cumming, I'd really done it! I swallowed
as fast as I could, but there was so much of it I finally did choke a
little and coughed so that the dog's sperm shot out around his still
pumping prick. But I soon recovered and swallowed ever bit I could,
sucking and licking and thoroughly enjoying the experience.

  

It tasted good too. Much better than my boyfriend's sperm had tasted.
It was a little musky and very distinctive, almost pungent. I'd have
to say that at the time I thought of burned Oreo cookies, if you can
imagine that, like if you took one and just roasted it over a fire.
Weird, I know, but that's what I conjured up in my head. Of course it
was a lot wetter than a burned Oreo! Only slightly thicker than his
precum, tangy and rich and oh so good. It filled my tummy with a
pleasant warmth and I was a little sad when he'd finished actually
shooting, but at least a small amount kept leaking from the tip.

  

I let mike up so he could wash his cock and balls again, his
traditional after sex ritual I guessed, and I wondered how long it
would take before I could coax him into fucking me. At first he was
totally uninterested when I tried to get him back to lick my pussy
some more. But good old Mike, once I pulled him close and he took a
good whiff of the wetness between my legs, he was licking happily
away. I lay back again, relaxing and savoring the taste of him still
in my mouth. I rubbed my stomach, feeling totally depraved as I
thought about having a belly full of dog sperm, but I didn't care. I
liked it a lot. I was definitely hooked on dog sex.

  

Mike brought me off a couple times with his licking, but I really
wanted to mate with him again. I started rubbing his penis, talking to
him softly and telling him I was his bitch now. "Good boy, Mike, good
boy...come on...time to fuck your bitch, Mike. Don't you want to fuck your
little bitch, boy? Come on..." it took about half an hour maybe before I
could get his penis hard again, slipping from his sheath, and I was so
excited to see it I almost forgot about his socks.

  

I used a couple rubber bands to hold them in place over his front paws
while Mike just watched me, grinning and panting. His cock had slipped
back down and I worked it again for a few minutes, using my mouth a
little until it was fully extended and ready, then I got on my hands
and knees. Putting the towel over the small of my back, quickly as I
could, and patting my round little butt for him.

  

"Come on boy, come on Mike...Get up sweetie, come fuck your bitch..." I
was urging and I pulled his flat ugly bulldog face to my crotch so he
could lick me. He worked my pussy and ass both with his tongue for a
good 4 or 5 minutes, getting me all wet and slippery everywhere and I
guess his memory finally kicked in because unlike the night before
when I'd had to almost pull him into position, this time he jumped up
all by himself, wrapping his paws around me and stabbing blindly with
his prick. Mike's aim wasn't any better than it had been previously
though and I tried to adjust myself to help him, wanting to feel his
cock find my hole all by itself this time.

  

Then I got the shock of my life as his pointed dripping wet cockhead
found an entrance, but it wasn't my pussy! "Mike! No boy! I tried to
scoot away, rolling my hips and reaching back, but it was too late.
Like the night before when he'd found my vagina finally and just
rammed his dog cock as deep as he could immediately, he gave a good
hard thrust with his powerful legs and I suddenly felt the intense
burning sensation of having my anus stretched quite unexpectedly.

  

"Oh Mike!" I gasped and it really did hurt because the angle wasn't
very good for one thing, and I wasn't lubricated at all except from
what was leaking from his cock, and finally I wasn't even close to
being relaxed enough for my first ever anal sex. If anything I'd
tightened up a lot, feeling a bit of fear at the sudden forceful
intrusion. The idea of taking a dog in my ass didn't bother me so
much, but I wasn't ready for that quite yet. It was just too painful
and I managed to get Mike out of me finally, after perhaps 30 seconds
of ridiculously hard fucking. He had just gone from first gear into
fourth in the blink of an eye, not caring at all that he was in the
wrong hole. It was a valuable, if painful lesson, and I resolved that
I'd have to be a lot more careful.

  

Mike stood around for a moment, licking his still hard cock while I
felt gingerly at my anus. I didn't seem to be really injured or
anything, but it was sore. I pulled Mike's face to my ass, telling him
he'd better kiss it and make me feel better, and that worked pretty
good. His tongue was just the first aide I needed and he didn't mind
at all. Under his wet slurping attentions I was soon ready to try
again and I got Mike to mount me, but this time I reached back and
guided him into my more than ready pussy. It was much much better, let
me tell you. I forgot all about my sore butt as the dog fucked me
silly, making me moan and give little yelps when he thrust in harder
and harder until I could feel the knot again, like a big hard door
knocking banging at my pussy.

  

When it popped inside me, I again had a beautiful climax, pushing
myself back to meet the dog mating with me and feeling my pussy quiver
and contract around him. It was every bit as good as the first time,
if not better, because Mike wasn't scratching the heck out of me this
time. The socks seemed to be working pretty good, but that thought was
totally lost while I came and came again. I was begging for him to cum
with me, to fill my young womb with his dog sperm, to make me his
little bitch and knock me up. I really did wish it would have been
possible, strange as that sounds. But in the throes of orgasm I
suppose we all get strange as our wildest fantasies assert themselves.

  

Mike finally did cum, after he'd been fucking me for a good 15
minutes. I thought maybe he'd last longer, since I'd already gotten
him to cum once that night in my mouth, but it didn't seem to make any
difference to him. And I was happy anyway, he filled me with his dog
sperm and we were nicely locked so I just lay down with Mike standing
over me, his body pulled down with me, and we waited until the
swelling went down. That was maybe the nicest part, because I was
still stuffed full of cock, my womb swimming in his hot dog sperm, and
I could just enjoy it. I relaxed and closed my eyes and thought of all
the wonderful times I was going to have during my vacation with Mike.
I'd even let him fuck my ass sometime, I was sure, I just needed to
work on that a little more. Taking the knot back there would be a real
experience and I looked forward to it.

  

I suppose this is a good place to stop, I hope you enjoyed it. Like I
say, there's no fiction there. I tried to remember exactly what I was
doing and thinking and feeling at that time and I think my memory is
pretty accurate in that regard. There are some obvious mistakes I made
with Mike, simply because I didn't know what I was doing, and the only
reason I got away without experiencing some real problems was because
Mike really was such a good dog. Very calm and patient, even gentle.
He was an older dog though, and I was lucky he was my first. My
experiences with Midnight, who I've had since he was 4 months old,
were a lot different!