Beastiality

It was late, and everyone had already gone to bed. My room was in the far corner of the house, so I knew I wasn’t so apt to be heard by the others; also, it was late at night, so despite my fears, I went and let Sandy into my room. He was a big, beautiful German Shepherd, and very friendly. He had blue eyes, and I really liked him.
It was as I was bolting the door that he began sniffing at me there. I had been fingering myself earlier, and I knew he could probably smell it.
“No, Sandy,” I whispered, trying to push his head away. He insisted, though, and kept trying to smell me there. I kept my nightshirt on, and just got back into bed.
“You can get under the covers with me if you’d like,” I told him, lifting the covers up. It was cold out, I knew, and I wanted him to be comfortable.
He hopped up into bed with me, and I pulled the covers up to his neck. He was half way up me now, his face near my crotch, and he kept trying to sniff me there. With a sigh, I let him, and at first he seemed content to merely stick his snout between my legs, pressing his nose there.
“Oh Sandy!” I said, “you’re getting my nightshirt all wet!” And it was true; the moistness on his nose was smearing all over the crotch of my nightshirt. So, since I didn’t want him to stain it or anything, I lifted it up.
That was that, and he immediately stuck his cold nose right at the same place, snuffling and sniffing and licking. I gasped and lay back, pulling the covers up until they covered his head. He continued licking me, even in the dark.
I was feeling all sweaty and hot again, just the way I did when I rubbed myself there. The covers now up to my neck, I spread my legs apart even farther for him. Settled in between my legs, my knees touching his furry sides, I felt my heart speeding up and I gasped twice, his soft, beautiful snout licking me in my most tender place. I gasped again, the feelings getting better and better, now better than they had ever felt before. I felt like crying, or shouting out.
Fearing I would do just that, I took the other pillow and put it in my mouth and bit down on it, biting it hard. It was then that something really happened, his tongue still going away at me, and then I had the best feeling I’ve ever had from that place.
I cried into the pillow, biting down on it as hard as I could, lifting my legs, my knees going up, and then curling and thrusting my toes out. It felt so good, I didn’t think I would live.
He kept this up for longer than I can remember, just licking and licking away at me, his tongue magical and soft, and so so nice. The next thing I knew, his tongue wasn’t there any longer, his head up against my tummy.
“Oh Sandy,” I murmured, feeling as though I could just drift right off to sleep. Everything felt so good and warm inside, and so soft and nice…
He kept moving up my body, though, until he was almost completely over me, his head laying on my chest. I lifted my nightdress further, so he wouldn’t get caught up in it, and I could feel his fur against me; he felt soft and warm, and he smelled like he did after he had been running around for a while, kind of steamy, and musky, and very doggy. His forelegs were on either side of my tummy and I put the pillow aside and just looked down at him, his snout peeking out from under the blanket.
“Sandy,” I said, stroking his head. “you are a good dog. A goooood dog. A very good dog.” I kept stroking his face and snout, and he just looked at me with these sad eyes, and then I felt something.
I wasn’t sure what it was at first, until it poked me again, and I realized he was squirming against me, very softly and gently. It must be the thing he has between his legs, I thought to myself. Like when it gets hard and the pink tip sticks out. That was it. He was doing to me like he did to girl dogs. Out of curiosity, I reached down just to touch it, to see what it felt like.
It wasn’t too hard, but was certainly stiffer than his sheath normally was, since I had felt it, once. He whined and looked at me with his ears down, his eyes squinted as I grasped and rubbed it a little. I wondered if what I was doing right now felt as good to him as what he had done to me earlier felt to me. I hoped so.
He continued squirming and moving closer to me, pressing up farther and farther, his penis pushing at the very place he had been licking. I finally let go of it, just letting him do whatever it was he wanted to. I was sure it would be nice.
I reached up, my arms now around his body, just as his forelegs were around me, sort of. I stroked his head, murmuring, “Sandy, Sandy…” He licked my face, and I could feel his penis against my privates. I spread my legs a bit wider, and then I felt it go in a little.
I gasped, and shifted, wondering if that was how it should feel, or if something was wrong. Only a little had gone in, but it felt very wide, and really warm. He whined, and I didn’t have the heart to stop him, and besides, it felt so nice, so I just kept stroking his head, rubbing him between the ears. He didn’t seem to notice, though, as though he were more intent on what he was doing with his penis.
He crawled up me until his face was above mine, his tongue coming out over and over to lick my face. Then, pushing with his rear legs, he forced more of it in, and less gently. I gasped as it moved up into me, spreading me wider and wider, and then he gave a little whimper, and I felt a big thing up at my skin, as though a wall were pressing against me.
“Sandy,” I said, starting to get a little worried. I wondered what was going to happen when he finished, or whether maybe I shouldn’t let him finish. “Sandy, what is that….What,” I said frantically as I realized he was still pushing into me, moving back and forth and rocking side to side as much as his crouched posture would allow. I lifted my knees, my legs as far apart as they could go. I couldn’t get any more open, now, I didn’t think….
With a whuff! and a strong shove with his rear, he got it into me all the way, and I let out a louder grunt than I would have liked, having to bite my lip to keep from groaning. It stung a bit, just since it was so huge. But once it was in me, it didn’t hurt at all, and actually felt kind of wonderful. It was now that he seemed to swoon from happiness, merely rocking back and forth atop me, his body rubbing sweetly against mine. And there was something even better than that: his penis was now rubbing that part of me in the same way his tongue had, but with a different feeling. Either way, it felt good. Very good, and I soon realized I would have to get the pillow again, to muffle my cries.
It just kept getting better, sweat breaking out over my whole body, everything inside feeling very hot and wet. Our breathing was getting heavier, and I finally reached down and pulled the covers all the way up over us, all the way up to the back of his head.
He kept moving atop and within me, his penis all big and stiff, the bulge at the base having gotten even larger after entry, and I felt his warmth gushing into me in heaving spasms. It wasn’t long before I reached that part where everything felt the best, and I thought I was going to die there beneath him, my heart pounding, my insides spasming and jumping around. I moaned and bit the pillow, his head pressed to my neck and chest, his legs touching me at several places, holding tight.
His fur felt so good against me, and that, together with the feeling of his penis in mine, was unbelievably good. I had never thought it was possible to feel this way, in fact, and the only thing I could think of as he pushed carefully back and forth in me, was how much I was going to do this with him from now on.
His chin pressed to me, I could smell his doggy odor in my nostrils, a musky, moist odor which I was used to smelling, but this time was tinged with something different. There I was, in my bed, doing the most intimate things imaginable with my dog, the buck and thrust of his rear having become the gateway to heaven for me.
After feeling really, really good that way two or three more times, I began to get worried. What if he never stopped? What if he couldn’t? What if the bulging part of his penis never got any smaller, and he just stayed locked within me, unable to withdraw? That last thought scared me, but I was in too much pleasure to worry.
My fears proved unwarranted, for no sooner was I on my way to another climax when he grunted, and I felt his penis slacken inside me, his motions slowing, then stopping entirely.
He lay atop me even after he was done, the moist feeling between my legs growing, despite my satisfaction. He let out a sullen-sounding groan.
“Sandy,” I murmured, stroking his head. He licked my chin lovingly, and I smiled. “that was so good. You’re a good dog,” I whispered. As much as I wanted to fall asleep right then, I knew that if anyone came into my room in the morning and caught me that way that we would probably get in trouble, so after giving him an affectionate kiss on the mouth, I made him get off of me and get to the foot of the bed, above the covers. I knew that would be okay. He gave me a kind of hurt look, as though I were kicking him out, but I petted him on the head and talked to him soothingly, so he finally went.
Sandy and I didn’t get another chance to do that until that weekend. Everyone had left for the day, and I was there all alone. Just Sandy and I.
“Sannnnn-deeeeeee…” I called him from my bedroom. It was cold outside, and kind of cold in the house, but my room was warm. And private.
He came in, his ears sticking up, his tongue hanging out. He looked like he was smiling, almost, and he looked really happy, but his tail wasn’t wagging. I smiled, and sat back on the bed.
He came up to me, and I leaned down and let him lick me right on the lips. He just kept licking my face, and I laughed, because it felt kind of funny, but kind of good, too. When my mouth opened that little bit his tongue met mine, and that felt really strange.
“Silly doggy,” I laughed, scratching and petting the top of his head. He smiled and pushed his head up against my hands. I got up onto the bed and lay down with my head by his. He just stood there, facing me. I was still dressed.
He put his face gingerly up to mine, his ears back, and our tongues met again. It felt good, and I let him do that for a few seconds, his tongue stroking over mine, until I finally had to make him stop. My heart was going sort of fast, and I felt really funny inside.
“C’mere,” I said, patting the bed besides myself. He jumped up onto the bed and I turned over so I could face him.
He was such a big, beautiful dog, and his blue eyes sparkled with intelligence. I wondered what he thought of me, or if he really thought of me at all. I was sure he did.
Moving closer to him, he lay down on the bed, and I crawled partway onto him. He was soft, and warm and furry, and I stroked his side with my hands, rubbing my cheek against his fur.
“Mmmmmhhh,” I said. “you’re a nice doggy. Mmmmh,”
After rubbing my head against his big, shaggy neck, I turned from his head and started moving down to the other side of his body. My hand on his thigh, I rubbed him very gently and carefully. He was muscular and powerful, just like a dog should be.
Lifting his leg slightly, I could now see the thing he had between his legs. As soon as he realized what I was doing, he lifted his leg out of the way for me, shifting over onto his side so that I was afforded a perfect view of it.
He had a furred sheath, which I had seen once before, but never paid much attention to. Behind it were two bags, which I knew were called balls. The sheath had a pink tip sticking out of it, and I knew that this was what he put into girl dogs, and that he had put into me that night which had made me feel so good.
Running my hands over his belly, I listened to his little groaning noises with a growing pleasure. He was happy, and I hoped that I was making him as happy as he had made me that night.
As I stroked and touched him I kept getting more and more excited, my insides feeling warm and jittery. I smiled as I touched his sheath with my hand, then gripped it carefully. He let out a sigh and I giggled.
“You like that, don’t you, Sandy?” I asked as I tightened my grip. He whined and began pushing against me a little bit, his penis squirming inside its soft and furry sheath. The little pink tip which had been sticking out earlier grew in both length and width, almost an inch of it. It was thicker around than two of my fingers together, and I recalled the feel of it inside me with a shudder of delight. I could feel my own wetness happening down there, in my privates. He sniffed at the air, and I knew he could smell me.
Touching just the tip with one finger, I found that it was moist and very warm. Gingerly taking the tip between thumb and forefinger, I rubbed it lightly just to see what he would do. As I did this the sheath began sliding back entirely of its own accord, and soon his whole thing was exposed to view.
It was just a little longer than the length of my hand, and was now slightly thicker and firmer than before. It was a fiery red, and the whole length glistened with his juices, shining pinkly at me. Rubbing his balls with one hand, I placed my other on his penis and stroked it lovingly. He sighed again, and I smiled.
He looked so happy there, and kind of sad, too, his ears folded back, his eyes squinted. I hoped he was enjoying this; I sure was, but only in a strange way. I felt nervous and jumpy inside, and felt differently excited than I had been the first night. It was stronger, but more spread out, at the same time.
I began looking closer at his penis, having the perfect opportunity to do so. His flesh was smooth on the surface but bumpy underneath, and very, very red; I had never seen anything so red, not even the inside parts of my own privates, and I wondered what the significance of this was. His penis was wet and slick, but as I rubbed it it became stickier and stickier, the water on it drying on my hands.
The shaft was long and had grown and stiffened beneath my grasp, now having the consistency of firm rubber; there was a tiny slit at the very tip, and I squeezed it to make it open up, which it did. He didn’t seem to mind, and I looked down into it, seeing more pinkness. Letting it slip back closed, I ran my fingers down him; he grunted and sighed, and the base of his penis began to bell out. Curious, I moved closer to him.
I rubbed the swollen bit, and it began to get even larger. I realized that this must have been what he put into me when there was that big thing which hurt a little, until it was inside. Not wishing to make it any bigger yet, I left it alone for now.
The stickiness on my fingers smelt kind of funny, so I knelt closer to his crotch and smelled it, just to see what it was like. He smelled musky and very different from the way I smelled when I was all warm and excited. I wondered what it tasted like, or if I should try and find out. I knew that it seemed to excite Sandy when he smelt and tasted me down there, and I wondered if it would do the same to me. I cautiously licked my finger just to find out.
It tasted salty, and musky and strange, and I wasn’t even sure if it was good or not. Either way, it wasn’t bad or anything. I also knew how good it felt for me when he licked me down there, and I wondered if it would be nice to do the same to him. With this in mind, I opened my mouth and touched him with the tip of my tongue. He whined and shivered, and I knew that meant he liked it. Smiling triumphantly, I began licking at him, very carefully smoothing him over with my tongue, happy to be able to do for him what he did for me.
He shuddered and let out what sounded like a moan, and I settled down to a steady pace. I was determined to do this to him for at least as long as he had done it to me. Not touching him with my hands except at his thighs, I used my tongue on him again and again.
I was able to do this for several minutes before he let out a grunt and started trying to flip over from beneath me.
“Oh, Sandy,” I said, plaintively, and he stopped moving. I started licking him again, and he let out a whine. I smiled and backed away from him, and he immediately flipped over onto his legs.
I smiled at him, and was surprised when he leapt upon me.
“Sandy,” I said as he moved over and onto me, his crotch near my face, his penis red and pointed right at me. “what’re you trying to do?”
That soon became clear as he thrust himself at me, his penis flailing and then poking me in the face, his hips thrusting and pumping. “Silly dog!” I laughed, trying to back away. “you don’t know which end is which!”
I finally managed to squirm out from beneath him, even though he kept trying to clutch me about the waist, his strong legs maintaining their grip. Once I was away from him, I jumped off the bed and stood up.
He just looked at me, his hips shivering, his penis sticking out like a big, pink sausage. I began to undress, and he jumped off the bed.
First I took my shirt off, and he looked at me eagerly, as though he knew what was coming, which he probably did. I then slid my jeans off, now wearing only my panties and bra. I took the bra off and gave it to him to sniff, which he did, and with great excitement. I then leaned down, and he turned his nose up and sniffed at my breasts, licking my left one right on the nipple. I giggled and took off my underwear, then let him smell that.
Once he did he became almost uncontrollable, first trying to hop up on my leg. I gently pushed him down and, while standing, spread my legs apart, planting them firmly. He immediately stuck his snout in between them, smelling and then licking me there.
He licked and snuffled, his tongue and nose doing more for me than my own fingers ever could. I felt the goodness approaching, and with a moan, I backed up to the bed and sat down on it, holding myself up with my arms, my legs spread for his convenience as he continued to lick me. His tongue was so nice and warm and hot and smooth and…
I felt the best part, and cried out despite myself, glad that no one was home to hear me, or the way he was whuffing and grunting, along with my moans and grunts. I had never felt so good, except for that one night…
Gripping the bedsheets with both hands, trying to grasp anything that I could hold as his tongue took me away, I cried and cried, tears of pure pleasure coming. He just kept licking and licking, and I just felt better and better. It was then that he stopped, and started trying to move up me.
I knew exactly what it was he wanted, and I wanted it, too. For him to get into me, for his body to be inside of mine. With a moan of intense anticipation, I backed up further until I was on top of the bed, laying straight down on it, my legs spread apart and knees up. He hopped up on the bed with me, his penis flopping between his legs, his balls bouncing.
He gave me a wild, predatory look as he moved in between my legs, his penis approaching mine. Without another sound he knelt down between my legs, his powerful forelegs on either side of my tummy, his face nearing mine. I wanted him, and he wanted me.
I watched as he moved closer, his bright pink thing pointing directly into me, and then it was in….just the tip, and he let out a happy growl. His fur was soft and warm and felt so nice against the insides of my thighs and my stomach. I reached up and stroked his head, and he lowered it to my breast, whining as he did. He started making vigorous thrusting motions with his hips, his rear coming closer and closer, his penis sliding deeper into me. When I felt the bulge at the base I readied myself for the bit of pain that was to come just before the final joys.
His ears turned back and his eyes squinted, he began shifting his weight from side to side, as though trying to just crowd the bulge in; it didn’t work, and after shifting atop me several times, he gave a brutal buck with his hips and drove it straight into me. I gasped, though it didn’t hurt quite as much this time, and despite the discomfort of his suddenly increasing size, it felt even better than it had that first time.
“Oh Sandy,” I gasped, holding him to me, my arms wrapped around his powerful torso, his forelegs clutching me, too, his locking penetration complete so that we were now inseparable until he was finished with me, which I hoped would be never. He whined, thrusting and pushing into me like clockwork, warmth and moistness flooding into me from him. I felt like crying out, so great was the pleasure, and leaned up and kissed him, delighting in the feel of his fur against my flesh, his soft hide harboring hard muscles beneath. My mouth on his nose, he whined and gave me his tongue, which I kissed also. Our bodies in as much intimate contact as possible, I just felt better and better and better…
He was able to bring me to that point and keep me there for better than a minute at a time; and it took him at least as long as it had before to finish with me, his penis getting all soft and slippery inside.
When he pulled it out of me, I felt warmth trickling out of me, and then his mouth was back there at that place, and he began licking me, and I started to get even sweatier, my insides feeling hot and nice. Since I knew that we were only going to have the rottweiler that my roommates and I were keeping for the neighbors down the street for another few days, I decided that tonight had to be the night. He was a gigantic dog, much bigger than Sandy; much bigger, in fact, than any dog I had ever seen.
Making sure not to let Sandy out, I slipped outside after everyone had gone to bed. Having already made friends with him, I just unchained him and led him further from the house, back into the woods, where I wouldn’t be found out. He just looked at me attentively as we walked.
He was so big I could almost get on top of him and ride him; I had never thought any dog could be so huge.
Once we were far enough away, only the moonlight to guide us, I lifted my skirt and dropped my panties. I was already wet down there from just anticipating what I was going to do with him. His balls were huge, much bigger than Sandy’s, and his sheath was prominently displayed whenever he sat down on his side, or whenever he walked. I could only guess at how big his privates were.
He immediately put his head between my legs, snuffling and licking violently at me, his nose and tongue pressing at me. With a gasp I spread my legs apart, just letting him do what he would.
The pleasure finally got so great that I had to sink to my knees, then sliding back on the ground, my legs still spread wide, his mouth never leaving me as I changed positions. I reached up and stroked his big, furry head, clutching at him feverishly, my head tossing, my thighs quivering of their own accord. It wasn’t much longer before I was feeling especially good.
I just lay there and moaned softly, letting him do that to me, his mouth on my private parts, his tongue big and wet and soft and naturally very expert.
It wasn’t until he lifted his head and grunted at me, moving closer, his hips thrusting mindlessly at the empty air, that I got to actually see his penis.
Although it was dark out, I could see the glistening tip in the moonlight. It looked so huge that I didn’t believe I was seeing it correctly. Lifting my head I reached in between his legs with my right hand, supporting myself with my left, and touched it.
It was huge; my hand could barely fit all the way around the thinnest part of it, and he was much, MUCH longer than Sandy was. He grunted excitedly as my fingers came in contact with it, gripping it, and he thrust into my hand, his penis slick and hot. I felt moisture ooze from the tip and over my fingers, and he started trying to mount me right there and then, his powerful legs pinning me to the ground.
As much as I wanted to, I didn’t think I could take this penis; it was just too big. But even so, I knew that if I didn’t do anything for him, he would probably be really unmanageable; in fact, with a dog that big, I wasn’t sure he wouldn’t just try and take me, or even let me make it back home without nailing me, or grabbing my leg.
“Mmmph,” I said as I lifted my mouth up to his and he kissed me, his tongue moving over my lips and then into my mouth. My hand still on his penis, I tightened my grasp on it, knowing that that felt good for him.
He whined and thrust against me, the base of his penis bulging and belling out within my grasp. I giggled and squeezed him tighter, happy to see that I was making him feel that special way.
He growled and whuffed at me, his huge body shuddering in my grasp. It was then that I felt the first squirts of stuff from the tip.
Lowering my head down so that I could see it, I realized that it must have been squirting from the time I put my hand all around it, my tee-shirt sporting several globs of whitish ooze, and as I stroked him more was coming out, and now it was getting all over my hands. I put my other hand up to the tip and touched it with my finger, the slick stuff spurting over my fingertip, and, still rubbing him, I lifted it up to my face to look at it closer under the pale moonlight. It was milky and sticky, and I wondered what it was good for.
The air was now full of his ruttish, musky odor, and I just rubbed him until my hand got too tired, at which point I just held him tightly, and let him do all the thrusting, his organ spasming and quivering in my hand, the slick essence of rottweiler coming out in what seemed like endless squirts all over my fingers, my shirt, and the ground.
Although his mouth had done so much for me already, I found myself wishing he was still licking me; as it was, I felt that desirous feeling growing again inside me, and as I worked him off with my hand I began fingering myself down there, wishing that I had been brave enough to try to take his penis. But even with my mind growing passionate, his massive thing in my hand, I was still somewhat scared of its size. The girth of just the tip was so much bigger than Sandy’s, and the swollen bulge was frightening. He just kept spasming and tossing off everywhere, and I fondled my own thing.
I rubbed him and myself with fascination, drinking in the thousand sensations that assailed me. The feel of his warm body partially over mine, his fur soft and nice, his breathing heavy and gasping, his doggy odor thick in the air; all of this, coupled with the unique sight of his penis squirting its stuff and the feel of my own hand on my privates was just enough to make me feel really, really good.
He licked my cheek, his tongue big and wet, but I didn’t take my eyes from his penis. With each thrust the tip was aimed differently than it had been the previous thrust, so each squirt went somewhere else; the bulge was pulsing and throbbing in my grasp, and I wondered how long he would last.
Quite a while; he didn’t stop for another five or six minutes, at least.
With a final gruwf! his penis stopped spurting and his hips slowed. It slackened in my grasp, and then slid free, the length coated with his canine slime.
When he was done he immediately turned over onto his back and leaned forward, sticking his head right into his own crotch. I watched, enthralled, as he started licking his own thing. Although I couldn’t see it perfectly in the moonlight, it was much smaller, and looked very red, his huge, moist tongue smoothing over it again and again. I murmured, and he looked up at me.
I leaned closer, my face nearing his, and I licked the tip of his penis. It was hot and salty, and he immediately licked my face and lips, his tongue salty, too.
Leaning forward and supporting myself with my hands, I licked at him just as a girl dog would, my tongue coming out and smoothing over the side of his shrunken thing just as he had been doing moments ago. He grunted and licked my face while I licked his cock.
It wasn’t until I took the tip into my mouth and started to suck that he growled and pushed me away with his snout, nosing me down and off of him. I knew that he must want me to stop, so I did. Besides, I had no idea what he would do if he got angry with me.
I put my panties back on and led him back to the house, leaving him in the front room just like I had found him.
When I was going back to my room through the kitchen, Sandy came right up to me and acted extremely interested.
“Hey Sandy,” I said, patting him on the head. He let out a grunt and sniffed my hand, licking and snuffling my fingers, his nose and tongue wet and arousing on my palm. I giggled quietly, and then he started trying to stick his nose up under my skirt.
“Not here,” I whispered, and started trying to go back to my room. He followed me, snuffling and pushing at my privates the whole way, making it rather difficult to walk.
Once we were in my room I locked the door and took off my panties, this time removing my skirt with them. He fell forward, sniffing and licking at his favorite place.
Then he smelt the place on my tee shirt where the rottweiler’s stuff had squirted, and he got really antsy, licking my shirt until it was wet with his spit.
“Silly boy,” I said, patting his head. He pawed at me, nearly pushing me over. I spread my legs and he started licking me there, right where I wanted it.
I sat back on the bed and just let him do what he wanted, his tongue and mouth relieving my passions which had grown so during my service of the other dog.
He licked and licked, his tongue stimulating me more and more, until I knew I had to have him in me again. Slipping down the bed until I was on the floor, I reached in between his legs and rubbed his already stiffening sheath. His cock sprang out into my hand, moist and stiff and ready for me. For no reason I could understand, I wished that I could let Sandy take me the way he normally had, while I could play with the rottweiler as I had before. I knew it was impossible, because they would probably fight over me, but I could always wish.
Letting go of him, I turned over so that I could get partially back up onto the bed, my knees on the ground, laying on my stomach. He mounted me this way, covering me just as if I were a female dog.
Clutching my waist passionately, he pressed his penis to me, the tip slipping up into my privates almost instantly. His chest was soft and warm as he pushed himself into me, his fur rubbing me pleasantly. With a whine, he pushed it all the way home, even the bulge, and then we were in business.
He took me that way for a good half hour, turning around and stepping over my ass after the first couple of minutes or so, just as I had seen dogs do when they were together. Even though not as much of him was touching me this way, it felt really good, simply because with him facing away, so much tension was placed on his penis, which was all engorged inside me so that it couldn’t come out. I was soon feeling that perfect way.
Alone in my room with Sandy, I began fondling his shaggy hide and kissing his face, his bright blue, intelligent eyes on mine. He let out a whine and just lay back, happily relaxed. Pressing my face into his side, I sniffed his doggy odor, relishing it, my hand creeping further and further down his stomach…
He knew exactly what I was doing, and with a soft moan he lifted his rear leg and shifted slightly, giving me freer access to his penis. Rubbing and squeezing the sheath with one hand, I quickly made him stiff.
He gasped and I smiled as I began gently stroking his penis up and down its length, his slick, slimy flesh making it easy, and almost frictionless. The base started to bell out within my grasp, and I wondered whether I would have to swallow his whole thing. I didn’t think I could, but it was worth the try.
The more I thought about doing this, the more excited I got; I realized that what I would be doing for Sandy with my mouth was exactly equivalent to what he had done for me, and that really turned me on.
Moving my face down until it was in the proper position, his penis was pointing right up at me. Without further ado, I kissed it, then took the tip into my mouth.
He whined and shuddered, and I grinned and slid forward, supporting myself with my hands. I lowered my mouth all the way down, taking in several inches of his slick, salty shaft. He tasted musky and tangy, and very, very doggy. He tasted good.
He whined in pleasure as I started moving my head up and down on him, moving him closer to that pleasure that he was already having. As I bobbed back and forth, I tasted a droplet of salt that oozed from the tip and onto my tongue.
The bulge at the base was now fully swollen, but, try as I might, I was unable to lower my mouth all the way down his penis without gagging. I wondered if this was just something that would come with practice.
Writhing beneath me, he started thrusting up into my mouth, trying to really work his penis at me. I knew that the bulge needed to be in something for him to feel really good, so I grabbed it with one hand and squeezed it tight. He let out a thin yelp and his penis went off right then, hot sticky salt gushing into my mouth.
Wondering if I could increase the pace of his ejaculation, I sucked at him, really hard, applying pressure to his penis as though it were a straw and pulling my head back very slowly but firmly. He yelped and shuddered, and his penis veritably exploded into my mouth, his ooze filling my mouth and throat to the point where I couldn’t swallow it all. I kept sucking him regardless, aware that some was undoubtedly dribbling down my chin.
He kept pawing at my side, so I finally lifted myself over him, my knees on either side of his chest. It was then I felt his tongue touching me right there, in that very special place.
His tongue on my privates and my mouth on his, we both just felt very, very good.
It didn’t take him very long to finish this way; I mean, it felt like it went on forever, but I knew it was shorter than the times he had actually just taken me in the correct fashion.
He had been squirting into my mouth for some time when he gave his final yelp and his penis went soft in my grasp. I rubbed the still-oozing tip with my tongue as it became flaccid within my mouth’s embrace. I gasped for breath as I took my mouth from it, feeling the sticky, glazed feeling around my mouth and down my chin.
He had licked and licked at me, but I hadn’t yet actually gotten to the best part. I was really close, though, so close that I was sweaty and flushed and panting as I got off of him, and the bed. While I put on some clothes, he licked at his much smaller, much redder organ, his expression weary and contented.
I felt so jittery and excited that I could barely dress, my hands shaking and sweaty. I knew that I had learned something new today, and was very glad.
After closing my door softly, I crept outside; the rottweiler looked up to me in anticipation, letting out a little gruff! of greeting. I felt as though the tension between my legs had just settled into a dull, steady throb; almost an ache.
I unhitched his chain and led him back out into the same spot in the forest.
He not only knew what was going to happen, but he could smell the other dog on me, and kept nosing at my crotch and stomach, making it difficult to walk. I finally broke into a run, and he followed, quickly catching me and trying to push me to the ground. I knew he was ready, and so was I.
I got undressed, leaving nothing on but my shoes and tee shirt. He kept pawing at me, and trying to crawl over top of me. I could just see the tip of his organ sticking out of its sheath, his arousal evident in everything from the way he moved, to the way he licked my face, to his musky, sexual odor. I stroked his head, and he growled.
“Want me?” I asked, and he let out a little bark. “all right then,” I said, fishing the bottle of Vaseline out of my pant’s pocket. I had brought it because, despite the strength of my desires, I knew it probably wouldn’t be easy. I mean, he was so huge, easily close to twice as big as Sandy was, and that was pretty big for me.
So even though I was more than wet enough down there that he shouldn’t have any problems, I wanted to do him up with it, just in case.
Opening the tin, I stuck two fingers in it and brought out a big dollop of the gooey, greasy stuff. Sliding lower, I finally managed to get beneath him so that I had direct access to his cock.
I was once again amazed by the fantastic size of it, and while it made me kind of fearful, it made me really passionate, too; I didn’t think he could hurt me with it; not seriously, anyway. I hoped not, because I really wanted him to do me just like Sandy did.
Spreading the goop over the tip with my fingers, I then gripped his penis with my whole hand, and started smearing it back and forth, rubbing him carefully, much to his obvious delight. He shivered and growled above me.
After he was well-covered with the stuff, I crawled out from beneath him and got on my hands and knees. With a little gruff! he moved right over me, hardly even mounting me, since he was so much larger than I, just kind of standing there above me. I could feel his penis poking at me from behind, and I planted myself firmly, awaiting his love.
After a few moments of his violent but ineffectual thrusting, I realized that he was having problems finding the correct place. Supporting myself on my left hand, I reached back between my legs with my right, searching for his organ. I found it, and when I grabbed it, he grunted and thrust forward into my grasp. I led him forward and down, placing the tip right up into me, pushing it in slightly with my fingers…
He bucked forward, forcing further penetration, and I gasped, more with the surprise and pleasure than discomfort. Although it had been tight getting him in at first, I guess he wasn’t that painful to receive.
It was then that he lowered his head to me and took the back of my neck and hair into his mouth and bit me. Not hard enough to break the skin or anything, but hard. I yelped, and, holding me immobile that way with his mouth, he began pushing the rest of his penis into me, his length sliding in without too much difficulty. I was in heaven, even though he was hurting me a little.
Then the bulge hit.
Growling through half-clenched teeth, he began rocking back and forth, and then, with a brutal, vicious buck, he rammed it into me. I had to close my mouth from screaming, and he bit me even harder, clamping his jaws firmly onto me as his body claimed mine. I felt the first hot gushes hit my insides, and wanted to faint with the pleasure.
The rest of that night was spent in that joy of coupling; a blissful, delirious haze enveloped me and didn’t seem to ever want to let me go. I was in love with this dog now, and never thought anything could feel as good as that. I wanted him to stay with me forever just so we could keep doing things like this always.
His body hunched over mine, his body inside of mine, his body gripping mine….his body was mine. I clenched him tightly inside, his bloated maleness an incredibly tight fit, his essence gushing endlessly into me, his whines and yelps as he bit at my neck delicious in my ears. For some reason he didn’t seem to want to turn around like Sandy did. I didn’t mind.
When I came to, he was no longer on me, and I was on the ground. I lifted my head and saw him not a few feet away, sprawled out on the ground, watching me. The first thing that I realized was sore was my neck. So was everything else, my thighs and the place in between my legs sopping wet with his moisture.

It was of the prettiest woman I had ever seen; she had long, black hair, blue eyes, a slim, perfect body, huge breasts and hips, and a smooth, innocent face. She was alone, except for a very big German Shepherd.
She was naked, and she leaned down and kissed him on the snout.
“Ohh, Baby,” she said, stroking his face and head. “make me happy.”
She then sat down on a low, stool-like chair, spreading her legs for him. He immediately stuck his head in between them, doing to her just what Sandy did to me with his big, smooth tongue, his snout poking and licking and sniffing and kissing…
I was terribly, terribly aroused by watching this, knowing what it was she was feeling as it happened, and now knowing what it looked like when Sandy did it to me.
She let him lick her for only a minute or so, and I knew that the only reason she made him stop was because she was being filmed, for there wasn’t a woman on earth who wouldn’t have simply let him continue doing that to them for as long as he liked, the only reasons to stop being either the dog’s growing unmanageability or soreness from coming so much.
“Good doggie,” she crooned, stroking his head and kissing him on the nose and mouth, letting him lick her mouth just as he had her cunt. Sandy had put his head back in my lap, and was nuzzling it excitedly, probably smelling the odor of my wetness inside. I groaned, but let him continue, letting my need grow and grow. She was now all over him, kissing his neck and the sides of his face, rubbing her hands all over his body. Putting one hand down her own crotch, she rubbed herself there a moment, then put those fingers up to his muzzle. He licked her animatedly, his big, strong tongue flipping all over her hand, lapping up every bit of juice. I watched her face as he did this: she was in ecstasy.
After he had licked her hand clean, she rubbed her fingers there again, still not letting him put his nose back down where he wanted to, keeping her thighs firmly closed. This time she took her juice-moistened fingers and rubbed them on each nipple, his snout immediately going to her huge breasts. She groaned and leaned back as he licked and licked at her nipples, slowly covering her whole breasts with his tongue, using broad, slathering strokes.
She now got off the low stool, moving further and further forward, until she was laying back completely, using the large, padded stool to cushion her head with. Once she was prone on the ground, the dog moved over her, just the first three inches or so of his thing sticking out of his sheath, all hot and moist and pink.
Her mouth in an O of delight, she reached forward and cradled the tip of his shaft in her right hand, rubbing it gently with her fingers. His ears folded back immediately, which meant he thought he was about to enter her, I knew. She crooned happily to him, calling him good, and big, and sweet, while fondling his dick in her hand, making it grow larger and larger, even the bulge beginning to swell, it along with the last half of his cock still ensheathed. She moved her hand back, began fondling his big, furred balls the same way, still crooning to him. He looked as if he were about to start thrusting, his hips quivering, his legs planted apart in readiness.
Drawing him forward with her hands, she managed to coax him further over her, his penis extruding further from its protective sheath. All of it but the bulge was now out, and once he was completely over the low stool and much closer to her face, she began using both hands on him, rubbing, squeezing, gently twisting, even. He merely grunted and whined, and then, she did it: leaning her head forward, she took the very tip of his thing in her mouth and kissed it, rubbing her tongue over the tiny point it came to.
He whined and thrust forward once, the bulge popping out of the sheath at last. She smiled and laughed triumphantly, having succeeded in arousing the dog to where she wanted him.
Leaning her head back, she began lightly running her fingers over the bulge, teasing it into swelling further, her tongue occasionally coming out to touch the tip of his cock. He arched his back, began trying to hump her just like Sandy humped me, his body hunched, his hips jackhammering me into oblivion.
I whimpered when I saw the first trickle of semen escape the bevel-pointed tip of the shepherd’s cock, the tiny driblet landing right between her breasts. She didn’t seem to notice, still intent upon arousing him further.
It wasn’t until he began actively thrusting that she placed her hand gently behind the knob at the base and squeezed him. He whined and pumped frantically at her, trying to gain the entry he surely thought was there, but she let go of him. He crawled forward, trying to insert his thing directly into her face, but she wouldn’t let him, teasing and tickling his thing instead.
I don’t know why she was being so cruel to him, but the next thing she did was reach forward and grab him right behind the bulge, tightly, then let go. His cock swelled further and he ejaculated several quick squirts, some of which went on her chin, some on her chest, and she smiled and laughed at him. His hips were now thrusting desperately at her, but she just kept toying with him.
Sliding up further so that his thing was aimed right at her breasts, she did the same thing again, grabbing him tightly, then letting go. Leaking another couple of driblets of semen, she let it go all over her right breast; after a moment, she did the same thing to him, this time letting it go on the left one. Running her fingers quickly down the length of his organ, she slid forward, taking his thing into her mouth and sucking him, once again gripping the bulge, this time squeezing it twice. He yelped happily, his hips thrusting, but she let him go and slid sinuously out from under him.
She got up on her knees, her lips curled up in a mischievous but benevolent smile, she patted him on the head, and he whined and pressed himself to her in his excitement, pawing at her thigh, snuffling and then licking up his own juices from her breasts. She closed her eyes, her face briefly contorted in an ecstasy I was all too familiar with when he did this, his great big tongue playing lovingly over her huge nipples. When they were clean he leaned up and licked her face, and she returned his affections, both of them kissing this way. I knew she had to be aroused, and his desire was obvious, his cock completely exposed, the shaft stiff, the knob at the base bright red.
Grinning, her face and breasts shiny with his saliva, she turned about and leaned over the low stool. He sniffed once, quickly at her cunt before hopping up on her, his cock poking forcefully at her rear, the pointed tip seeking ingress. She groaned and lifted her head, her nose and chin poised delicately in the air, as if waiting to savor the exact moment when penetration was achieved, sniffing it out.
She didn’t have long to wait, for he seemed to know what to do, probing forward right between her legs with his maleness. Despite the camera angle’s chosen side-view, I was able to tell the very moment when his cock touched her there, her mouth opening in an AH of pleasure, and then he whined, several inches of the shaft disappearing into her. He clutched her tighter, readying himself for his next thrust.
Pushing it even further into her, he finally managed to press the bulge flush with her cunt; it was already swollen, due to her earlier teasings, but he was determined to push it in anyway. I could tell his orgasm was already begun by the way his ears were folded back, his eyes closed, an occasional drop of white goo oozing from their conjoined organs.
Using his muscular hips, he drove it into her, and she groaned, biting her lower lip as he did. Once inside her, he started to really jackhammer her, his back arched tightly as he truly fucked her with his hips, his whole body hunched over her ass and pelvis, their bodies now joined at their most intimate spots. She gasped and lowered her head, her long, luxurious black hair concealing her face for a moment.
“Oh fuck,” I said, spreading my legs just enough to remove my now-soaked panties. Sandy jumped off the couch to investigate, and sniffed the discarded panties with great delight, immediately moving to the source of the their odor after a cursory sniff and taste. I opened my legs for him, but left my skirt down to my knees, letting him put his head up there so I couldn’t see what he was doing, more interested in watching the TV. He got as much up under the skirt as he could, but could only fit just his forequarters, his big head and legs out of my sight, but most definitely there, his big, smooth tongue hungrily licking me there, over and over….
My eyes closed in bliss, I opened them to realize that the scene had changed; the dog must have completed his orgasm, and she was now in the same room, though this time she wore silk panties and a T-shirt. The German Shepherd was no longer there, two big husky-like dogs in his place. Perhaps they were malamutes.
“You’re just sooo pretty,” she crooned to one, the other sitting just a few feet away, seated comfortably on the ground, his tongue hanging out while his companion received all the attention. She kept crooning to him and stroking him, petting him, running her hands all over his big, furry body, her white T-shirt and red silk panties contrasting strangely with the gray, black and white of his fur. It wasn’t long before she was kissing him on the nose and letting him kiss her on the mouth with his great big tongue, his interest clearly aroused.
Her hands were soon nearing that place of ultimate desire, his crotch, his organ of maleness concealed in a sheath that wasn’t much of a concealment, the long, furred tube pendulous and highly visible. Once her fingers touched it, the tip predictably emerged, all red and slick and nice. She murmured, and I wondered what it was he was thinking about when watching these videos.
Sandy was still licking me fervently, his tongue going over and over me, and I began to moan and shudder, but kept my eyes open, desperate to watch the rest of this video.
The big malamutes watching her carefully, the woman now removed her T-shirt to expose her huge breasts. Both of the dogs rushed her at this point, both of them nosing and snuffling at her, as if this had been some kind of cue they were familiar with. I wondered how often she had done this with them before, or how often they had done this with women…
“No, no,” she said sweetly to the second one, pushing him back in favor of the first. Still grasping the sheath of his cock, she squeezed it gently, while the other watched and whined. “Oh, wait your turn,” she told him, and he sat back to watch them, just the tip of his penis visible from his thick, furred sheath.
Leading the first by his cock, she leaned back farther and farther, finally reclining her head against a tall heap of pillows that were there for that purpose. Her head now just about level with his crotch, she kept leading him closer, tugging, squeezing, enticing him with her loving fingers. He came forward, doing just what she wanted, his partially extruded prick now mere inches from her face, only the most rapturous look upon it as she regarded the stiff tip of his sex, barely thickened by desire, but starting to be. I wondered if she was going to do the same thing to him she had to the German Shepherd, teasing him until he was out of control, only planning to let him mount her after his cock was literally dripping with come.
I groaned and cried, spreading my legs wider for Sandy as he licked me unceasingly, his tireless tongue providing me with so much pleasure. I wasn’t sure if I should shut my legs to him so I could continue watching the movie, or whether I should just turn it off for now so I could let him make me come.
I finally chose the latter, unable to tear myself away from his beautifully soft, warm mouth, his tongue just making me feel better and better. Pausing the screen, I opened my eyes and looked at it just as I came, the last thing before my eyes the shot of this woman with a dog’s cock in her hand, mere inches from her open mouth, her eyes wide and bright.
I let him eat me for another minute, bringing me to several orgasms in quick succession, then closed my legs to him, my crotch still tingly and wet with desire, without any soreness at all. I was hungry now, but the only thing I could think of was to make my appetite worse before satisfying it.
After closing my legs to him, I urged him up onto the couch, which he did, but only reluctantly. I could see that his thing was hardened in its sheath, and knew he was desirous, too. That was okay. He could wait.
I hit play, the woman and dog going back into action. His cock perilously near her face, she began to rub his sheath more carefully, pushing it back further each time until finally it was back right up against the semi-erect bulge at the base. Then, one hand on his balls, fondling and caressing them, she used the other to hold his penis, gently grasping the shaft in the middle between her thumb and two fingers, holding it still for what she was just about to do. Craning her neck forward a little, she licked the pointed tip with her tongue, just lightly grazing it, gently, oh-so-gently licking his privates just as he would hers. She did this once, then let her head fall back, his crotch lunging forward in search of the softness it had just felt. She was smiling, and licked his cock again as it neared.
The dog whined, and she licked him again; and again, her tongue curling erotically around the tip of his organ, rubbing it, lapping and stimulating the bevel-pointed ending, her red flesh meeting his with maximum delight for all concerned.
Her hands barely touching his cock at all, the sheath slid back of its own accord, exposing the bulge to view. She fingered it lovingly, rubbing and squeezing it once, very gently.
It was at this point that the dog thrust forward, hard, trying to drive it into her face. He succeeded, her open mouth receiving him without any difficulty at all, all the way up to the bulge. This she restrained with her hand, now clamping it tightly around its periphery, her fingers clenched on him so tightly that he cried out and began to thrust, hunching over her and violently hammering her face with his cock, his furry balls swinging back and forth. I saw both the deliriously joyful look on her face and the trickle of his watery semen oozing out of her mouth and down her chin.
The first malamute now happily ensconced inside her body, his cock tossing off right into her mouth, the other one approached, curious and doubtlessly aroused by their performance. The camera closed in on him as he sniffed her crotch, his nose leaving little moist spots on the red silk of her panties.
I groaned with delight just to watch the dog as his nosings in her crotch became more and more purposeful, managing to push the panties aside, his tongue moving inside of them, smoothing over her crotch. She shuddered and whimpered from deep in her throat, obviously enjoying his attentions.
The first dog was a sight to behold: hunched over her face, his cock in her mouth, her hand around the swollen bulge, he was tossing off repeatedly into her, and she was swallowing most of it, apparently, only a thin trickle of his thin, watery semen trailing down her chin. The second dog was eating her out, her whole body quivering whenever he caused her any extra-pleasant sensations.
Her hand still clenched around the knob at the base of the first one’s cock, she did something I never would have thought I would see: someone who was capable of deepthroating a dog. Opening her mouth wider than I would have thought possible, she sucked in the bulge, his entire cock now in her mouth. Both hands free, she then reached down and tried sliding her panties off, spreading her legs and wriggling them to do so, now giving the second dog complete access to her crotch. I was unsurprised when he began to lick it very thoroughly, his tongue long and flat and smooth, her whole crotch soon glistening with his saliva. It was then that she accomplished something I had only dreamt about.
The first dog still jerking and squirting into her face, his eyes closed, ears back, the other dog tried to mount her, his cock partially extruded, his pelvis about a foot above hers. She murmured, watching his approach, spreading her legs and lifting her knees for him. He moved between them, and then, squatting down as if it were no trouble at all, he began probing for her cunt with just the tip of his cock.
His pelvis hunched over in that unnatural fashion, he located what he was seeking: her eyes widened and she shuddered when the tip entered her. His cock was fair sized, at least as large as the other two dogs I had seen in this movie so far. As more of him went into her, the sheath retracted further and further, revealing the beginning bulge at the base for only a moment before it was swallowed up in her cunt, his forelegs carefully clutching her midriff, his crotch now pressed amorously to hers.
He started pumping frantically away at her, his hips going like clockwork, and she groaned. The first dog was still nowhere near done, and she was now physically committed to the second dog, to boot.
Spreading my legs with a groan, I opened myself up to Sandy. After a cursory sniff at the air he jumped up and immediately stuck his snout between my legs. Oh God, I was thinking, imagine sucking a dog off and getting laid by one at the same time…
I was able to climax twice just by thinking about that, Sandy’s tongue moist and welcome on my privates. I had been watching the video whenever I could manage to open my eyes, but had only caught various scenes, and when I next was able to focus my attention on the TV (after pushing the dog away again), there was something different going on.
This part of the movie passed faster than the first parts; first, it showed the same woman with (presumably) the same two German Shepherds again in the same room, though I knew some amount of time must have passed, simply because it usually took males a little while to recuperate.
One of the dogs was laying on his back on the bed, sideways to her. She was right up against the bed, leaning over it and him, his crotch nearest her. While I watched, she began stroking and caressing his sheath and balls; predictably, his penis soon emerged. The look on her face one of purest ecstasy, she took the tip in her mouth and worked her head up and down on it for a few moments, then withdrew, still hovering near it, but now working it off with her hands. The dog didn’t seem to care how she did it, just as long as she did it, his thrusts against her equal whether in mouth or hand. She just kept playing with him, applying her mouth to the tip or the bulge, then rubbing him some more. His cock was long and red, his flesh obviously stiffened by her touches. She clamped her hand around the bulge and began jerking him off, and that was when he started to come.
A look of triumphant pleasure on her face, she sat there, inches away, his cock squirting straight up into the air, his semen jetting out and all over everything: his stomach, his fur, her face, even in her hair, the clear globules spattering in the strands of black. She leaned down and put her mouth to him, sucked for a few moments, then backed off, letting the pulsations of semen land where they might.
While this was occurring, the second dog had approached her from behind and was trying to mount her rear. He succeeded, but with one twist which the video camera caught and displayed to the fullest. Instead of entering her the correct way, the tip of his penis went up her ass. She cried out, turning back and scolding him, but by then he was already clenching her waist and jackhammering into her, the rest of the shaft slipping in, then, with another thrust, the bulge. She cried out in unfeigned pain, her expression contorted, but then, feeling the swelling of the bulge, she resigned herself to the unavoidable, and went back to sucking off the first dog, his cock still ejaculating, his semen going everywhere now, all over her face, in her hair, on the bed, on his own stomach…
The second dog was in heaven, and was humping her ass as if it was the best thing in the world, his mouth open, his ears back and eyes closed in bliss. His whole body shivering, I could tell he was ejaculating, and wondered to myself what it would feel like to take Sandy that way. I resolved to try it sometime, just for fun. But not now: he wasn’t good more than twice a day, and I wanted him in my cunt both times.
Her face directly over the first dog’s spurting cock, she continued clutching him with both hands, one around the base, the other on the shaft, her open mouth right above the tip. Holding him firmly, she had positioned the tip of his thing right next to her tongue and open mouth, and as I watched, groaning, I saw squirt after squirt land right on her tongue, which she was now rubbing against the tip of his cock.
I lifted my skirt so that I might also watch Sandy as he ate me out, his big, smooth tongue rubbing and rubbing against me right there. I thought I was about to die.
Floating in that haze between orgasms, I saw that the girl was done with this particular game between these two dogs, and now had a new partner.
Using the remote to back it up, I gasped with astonishment, unable to believe my eyes.
I didn’t know what kind of dog it was she had with her; the only thing I could say for certain was that he was undeniably the biggest dog I had ever seen in my entire life.

Easily standing just under four feet at the shoulder, he looked very wolfish, with a long snout, pricked ears, and a big tail. His muzzle was almost completely black, though, along with his ears, and his paws, the rest of him being either gray or brown, making him look kind of like a cross between a wolf and a German Shepherd. He was as tall as a wolfhound, or a Great Dane, but his head and body were as stocky as a mastiff’s, or a rottweiler’s. He was truly a fearsome beast, merely due to his fantastic size; he must have weighed somewhere between two and three hundred pounds!
This scene was taking place in a big bedroom, one much larger than the previous one. It was luxurious, and full of furniture, but the most prominent piece was the huge bed with gray satin sheets on it, the bed only about two feet off the ground. She was leading him into the room on a leash, a big choke chain around his neck, his tongue lolling. God, even his tongue was huge!
She was fully dressed when she came in, but wasted no time at all in getting down to business. Unhitching his leash but leaving the chain on, she began patting and rubbing his head just as one would any dog, her affections entirely normal, still. But then she lifted her T-shirt off, exposing her giant breasts to view, and the dog began prancing eagerly. She smiled at him, crooning softly, and sat down on the edge of the bed.
He stuck his snout between her legs immediately, but she still wore her shorts, and she reached down and stroked his head, rolling it playfully with her hands.
“Gooood doggie,” she crooned, pouting at him, and he barked at her, his voice deep and masculine. “Oooohhh,” she said, stroking his furred brow. She was leaning closer as she did this, and he lifted his head, sniffing first at her breasts, then at her right armpit. She laughed as he stuck his cold nose right into it, but let him do it, his muzzle and face so large that his big, black nose fit almost perfectly there, in the niche between her arm and her body. She backed away from him, but he kept trying to nose at her, following her with his snout, his mouth open, tongue lolling.
I caught a glimpse of the things between his rear legs just for a moment before they were turned from my view again. The furred sheath which housed his organ of generation was gigantic; I had never seen it’s like. It was easily twice the size of the previous dog’s, and was about as thick around as my wrist.
His balls were huge, pendulous sacks covered with thick, dense fur, each one a comfortable handful. In the midst of petting him, her hands casually wandered down between his legs, feeling after his sex.
I could tell even she was surprised when she felt what it was he had down there, her hand encircling the furry sheath, squeezing it, much to his delight. He shuddered when she did this, his desires quickly growing.
Rubbing him for a few seconds only, she then turned away and lay down on the bed, her back on the satin sheets, her hips over the edge, her legs spread. Without any further provocation, he stuck his head in her legs and began to eat her, his huge muzzle snuffling violently between her legs.
“Ahhh!” she moaned happily, her eyes closed in pleasure, tossing her head from side to side as his huge snout nuzzled and licked and violently sniffed at her, his tongue eager and naturally expert.
He ate her and ate her, her whole body sheened with sweat and convulsing violently every few moments after the first three minutes or so. I knew how good that felt, and knew that she wasn’t faking it. I was terribly jealous, even as Sandy was eating me out, simply because I could see the dog’s cock sticking out moistly from his sheath, the animal’s excitement manifested in his huge organ, just the first five or six inches of that glistening shaft angrily red and stiff, the bulge barely emergent, but partially engorged nonetheless.
The tip of the shaft was at least two fingerwidths wide, and the bulge was humongous! Bigger than the rottweiler’s, even. I would be amazed if any woman could comfortably accommodate it, but knew I was about to witness it, on camera.
The animal’s arousal uncontrollable at this point, he lifted his dripping jaws from her crotch and leapt up on the bed, putting his huge paws to either side of her chest, his prick pointed hungrily towards where it needed to go. She looked up at it and him and gasped deliriously. Reaching up, she stroked his shaggy, muscular neck, spreading her legs wider for him, his hips fitting between hers, his pelvis nearing hers…
When it was sufficiently near, she reached up and grasped the tip very gingerly with her right hand, the other still on his neck, stroking him like a lover. He grunted and thrust forward, his thing slipping free of her grasp. She giggled nervously, grabbed it again, this time more surely. He thrust forward in response, but she just held on, lowering his organ and aiming it slightly to the right, the sharply pointed tip of his red doggy cock not even an inch away from her privates, and then….it was in! She gasped and shivered, and he bucked forward, lifting his head and then lowering it with what could only be honest relief. Pushing forward with his hips, he also took a single step closer, driving it in to up to the bulge, only that monstrous part of him remaining outside her cunt. She was whimpering with pleasure, acutely feeling his size as he entered her, as she was taken by this male animal.
Poised above her, I was once again reminded of the fantastic size difference between them; he was so much larger than her, his head bigger than hers, his body bigger than hers. I could just see the not-yet fully engorged knot at the base of his cock pressed threateningly to her nether lips. Then, his mouth open, tongue lolling, his ears back but eyes open to regard her, he gave a solid buck, pressing his pelvis fully to hers. She cried out, shifting beneath him, lifting her legs reflexively, wrapping them around his ass, as if trying to pull him closer, something I wasn’t sure she was doing, from the look of pain and terror on her face.
Without backing up at all, he just began to press harder, viciously pushing forward into her, keeping her from sliding back by putting his forelegs on her shoulders, his powerful body simply entering hers by brute force. Her cry rising in both pitch and pain, his back suddenly moved forward and something went out of her face, as if something had given, finally. I knew it had to be the resistance of her vagina to his cock that had given, and they were now sealed together.
He began to thrust robotically, pressing himself to her, hunching his back until his stomach was pressed to hers, his forelegs crooked and clutching her shoulders, his huge, ungainly body pressing her to the bed, her head barely visible beneath his; he started going into that rapid-fire pumping characteristic to dogs, back and forth, but without moving too far back, the traction placed on his thing by just these movements sufficient to bring him to climax.
Her arms emerging from beneath the mass of fur and muscle making love to her from above, she wrapped them around his foreshoulders, just as her legs were wrapped around his rear haunches, helping his thrusts, drawing him to her.
The camera closed up on her face, and she was clearly in the throes of a powerful orgasm, her eyes tightly closed, her mouth open, her whole face contorted in what looked to be the acutest pain, but which I knew was really the grandest pleasure. The dog seemed to be enjoying it, too, his big body inside of her tiny one. The idea fascinated me, and I was grateful when the camera angle switched to a low-rear-view.
His tail lifted high, I could see the little bit of shaft behind the bulge not quite in her, the skin pink and taut, backed by the furred sheath, his gigantic balls swinging back and forth with each thrust….
He was such a big and beautiful animal, and I just wished he was mine, Sandy’s tongue on my puss, licking and licking over and over, bringing me closer and closer to that place I wanted sooooo desperately to reach, that monster dog’s dick inside me, Sandy’s dick in my mouth, both of them thrusting, squirting, whining, grunting….
I came and came, pushing myself against Sandy, loving him, reaching down and spreading my lips with my fingers to grant him readier access to me, his tongue touching my heart, smoothing it over again and again, rubbing it, caressing it, licking it….
In between orgasms I tried to keep an eye on what was occurring on the screen, watching the beautiful woman getting fucked by that humongous dog, first from above, and then, after a few moments of resting on his part while she sucked and fondled his manhood, he got her from behind while she bent over a low stool, taking his giant penis in with less difficulty this time, even the bulge going in visibly easier.
It wasn’t until Sandy began whining and jumping up on me that I realized his arousal was rendering him uncontrollable. Temporarily satisfied and a little sore from his oral ministrations, I stood, closing my legs to him as he tried jumping up me, sniffing and nuzzling me, his cock erect and visible between his legs. I turned off the movie and he followed me as I fetched his leash.
Making sure he had just enough lead to reach me, but only with the front of his body, I secured the leash to the door handle. I removed my skirt and spread the coverlet from the couch over the floor. Then, laying down on my stomach facing the TV, I spread my legs, exposing my naked ass to him. He was just able to reach it, and began to sniff and lick at it, his tongue first kissing my buttocks, then moving down to the place he was before, his nose cold and wet on my ass, his tongue warm and delicious on my cunt, just barely teasing my clit with each lick….
The girl and the dog finally finished, the next show came on.
There were three men sitting in an apartment with two St. Bernards at their feet. They were watching what sounded like a porno movie on the TV. There was a knock at the door.
A woman dressed like a police officer told them she had heard complaints about the noise, and they invited her in to talk about it. One closed the door behind her, locking it while another took her gun away. She turned to protest, and they all grabbed her at once.
Hustling her to the couch in the center of the room, they took her belt away from her, removing several sets of handcuffs.
“Don’t scream,” one of them told her while he cuffed her hands together. “or else.”
She had long, blonde hair, and was very pretty; after her hands were bound, they began doing things to her. The one who had cuffed her began kissing her on the face, her lips big and red, her cheeks and forehead smooth and pretty. Her eyes were wide, and she had a single beauty mole above her right lip. She gasped and shuddered when he began kissing her, his hands on her breasts, his intentions obvious.
“Don’t,” she begged, but he ignored her, the other two guys playing with the things on her belt; one of them holding her nightstick, the long, black implement scary and powerful in his hands. The dogs just watched the whole scene with disinterest, as if this were a perfectly normal occurrence.
Still kissing her, the man began to unbutton her shirt, exposing her bra, which was black lace.
“Lookit this,” he said, kissing her on the chest. “she’s a cutie, and likes to wear nice underwear.”
“See if her panties are the same,” one added, and she groaned, but I could tell she was faking.
Tearing her shirt the rest of the way off, the man unsnapped her bra, exposing her breasts to his view. He began kissing and fondling them, biting the nipples, tweaking them roughly with both hands. She tossed her head, closing her eyes and looking away from him. She opened her eyes to see one of the St. Bernards looking her in the face.
The man soon had her pants down, revealing her panties, which were also black-lace.
“Nice,” he said, sticking his hand crudely in her crotch and rubbing it. She shuddered, her pelvis inadvertently bucking with the sensation. “See,” he said to his pals. “She does want it.”
Ripping the remainder of her clothes off, he left her totally naked on the couch and began to undress himself. So did his friends, all of them getting naked quickly, all of them with raging erections.
I was amazed as I watched the rest. They each mounted her, one after the other, each one abusing a different orifice; the first took her naturally, fucking her while the other two held her legs open for him; the second made her suck him off, and while he was doing that, the third took her up the ass. I shuddered, my buttocks shaking, and Sandy was on me immediately. He had given up doing anything more to me, realizing he didn’t have enough lead to mount me, but when I groaned and shuddered he was on me in a flash, once again tonguing me right there. I spread myself further apart for him, and wondered what it would be like to have to lick that man’s stuff up when it came out; he had withdrawn his thing at the very last moment so that when he went off it squirted all over her face, his stuff thick and white, unlike Sandy’s. It oozed down her face, and she ran her tongue all around the outside of her lips, while he pushed gobs of it into her mouth with the tip of his penis.
After this, the man who had taken her first reapproached her, his penis once again stiff and ready. With a wicked grin, he picked up her weapon belt.
“Look what we have here,” he said, removing the spare set of cuffs she had, along with the five temporary restraints. While one of the others unlocked the cuffs they had put on her hands — the second threatening her with the nightstick to keep her in line — the first one began pushing the furniture into position for what they were about to do.
Once everything was prepared, they did it.
First, they once again secured her hands by means of the cuffs, but this time they did so after stringing the short chain around the central leg of the couch, the tiny wooden post was about three inches tall (since the couch was so low) affording ample space to bind her hands. They did this after forcing her on to her stomach, so she was facing the couch. The couch was just at the right height for a man to sit in front of her and put his thing into her mouth; I noticed this immediately.
Prodding her with the nightstick to insure her cooperation, one of the men coaxed her to lift her ass off the ground while he slid a couple of pillows underneath her, propping her ass up off the ground to a comfortable height. After this was done, they secured each foot to the leg of a different piece of furniture, her legs now firmly tied apart. She was now helplessly spread-eagled for their pleasure.
While the first one sat down on the couch, drawing her head forward to stick himself in her mouth, the second one took her from behind, fucking her quickly and brutally, his hands on her ass as he thrust in and out. He came faster than the first one, withdrawing satisfiedly while the one in her mouth just kept sticking it in and out, his face contorted in pleasure, her head bobbing back and forth, back and forth…
Her mouth on his cock, she chewed and tugged at it, sucking gloriously at him. I wondered what it would be like to be made to suck a man’s cock.
After the one was done getting her from behind, the one who hadn’t had her a second time began poking that area with the nightstick.
The nightstick was long and thick, the wood varnished black, the rubber grip on the handle made of rubber. With a grin, he began rubbing the inch-and-a-half wide tip of the baton up against her lips, smearing her moisture on its tip, and all over her crotch. Positioning the stick so it pointed straight into her cunt, he thrust it in, only inserting the tip at first, eliciting a cry from her.
“Shut up!” the one whose thing was in her mouth said. “Just suck!”
She did, and the man playing with the baton drove it in another inch or so, then seated himself comfortably so he could pleasure her with the baton.
Easing it about four or five inches into her, he began thrusting it gently back and forth, being sure to rub her clit on the way in and out. Her hips shuddered mightily, and he grinned. The man with his thing in her mouth was reaching some sort of critical point, and was now holding her head and thrusting brutally into it.
After the man with the nightstick had worked up a steady and insistent rhythm, he began shoving it in deeper, finally getting it about halfway into her, running it in and out, in and out, attacking her clitoris with its smooth, varnished length the whole time. She was obviously orgasming, and just as her whole body gave a massive shiver, the man in her mouth came, holding her face to his crotch, shaking and moaning and making little wounded sounds.
When he was done, he lay back on the couch, his cock still moist and dripping, and her head fell to the floor. She was making little groans and her thighs were quivering uncontrollably now. The man with the nightstick then drove it in as far as it would go, and let go of it, just leaving it sticking stiffly out of her cunt.
“Oh God,” she moaned, her whole body tightening up, giving one massive shudder, then deflating, collapsing as much as she could onto the pillows she was bound atop of. “oh please.”
“Please what?” the man said.
“Don’t stop,”
They all laughed, and the one grabbed the nightstick again, began jiggling it in her vagina, teasing her. She moaned loudly, and they laughed again.
Withdrawing the nightstick inch by agonizing inch, allowing it to rub lazily against her clit the whole way out, the man withdrew it, the wood now slick and shiny with her juice.
“Let Rocky smell it,” the man on the couch said, pointing at the stick. The other man shrugged, then waved it in front of one of the St. Bernard’s nose’s, both of them having remained seated out of the way during the whole proceedings.
Once the dog sniffed it close up, he became very interested, licking and snuffling at it. The men laughed, and the St. Bernard stood, now very excited and interested in the girl who was bound to the floor before him. I could just see the tip of an absolutely HUGE organ sticking from a sheath that was as big around as my forearm.
Moaning with a desire too painful to be denied any longer, I stood, taking the magazine with the pictures of the girl and the donkey and set it down on the floor in front of me. Placing the cushions from the couch in a convenient position, I then did that which I had longed to do: I unfastened Sandy’s leash.
His eyes desperate and wild, he yapped and leapt forward. I got to my knees, and he was already sniffing and pawing at me, pressing his snout against my ass. I bent over the cushions, barely having time to make myself comfortable before he was on me.
Sandy mounting me from behind, the tip of his maleness pressing insistently at my behind, the girl on-screen was being mounted by the Bernard. And was he BIG; I marveled with envy at the size of his organ as it emerged, only the first four inches or so sticking out, prodding at her crotch as he thrust, his gigantic paws already over her shoulders, his tremendous body above hers. His brown and white fur was long and it looked soft; I knew it must feel very nice. She was gasping and begging, pleading with the men to let her go, to not let this happen, to take him off of her.
This seemed sincere, and I wondered if she had been informed of this or not; her struggles did seem real at this point, but it escaped me how any woman could actually want to refuse the carnal embraces of a dog. They were such naturally perfect lovers, and were so biologically suited to us that I couldn’t imagine anything that could feel better than a good, big dog…
One of the grinning men assisted his entry, the camera closing up on where the dog’s giant crotch was being intermittently pressed to her ass, a man’s hand now on his organ, stroking it, rubbing it, coaxing it entirely out of the sheath, then guiding the tip in to her most secret place.
When the camera showed the whole scene again, she was gagged, but still struggling and protesting, her cries muffled, her eyes wide.
The St. Bernard was mostly inside, but at that stage where he was just forcing the bulge in, the huge dog humping her repeatedly, his approach towards completing their union much different than that of other dogs I had seen. Instead of putting as much of it in as he could and then rocking back and forth and from side to side until the bulge was in place, he was withdrawing until only the tip was in her, then plunging forward with all his might, pressing the swollen red knot into her. It almost went in with each thrust, her lips stretching visibly with each attempt, but not quite wide enough to admit it. Untroubled, or perhaps even pleasured by this, he merely kept thrusting, confident in the knowledge that he would get it in, sooner or later.
Sandy was now in me all the way and thrusting, and I squeezed my insides together tightly, holding him as close as I could. He yapped and whined and began jackhammering me wildly, his thing tossing off immediately.
Being assaulted by the visual stimuli of the video, and the physical pleasures of Sandy’s dick in my privates, I knew I was just about to start coming. Then, I chanced to look down at the magazine on the floor in front of me.
The woman’s head was turned up, her breasts and stomach pressed to the haybales, the donkey’s prick deep inside her, his body jerking forward, both of them having the ultimate pleasure…
I cried out and clutched the cushions violently, feeling myself collapse inside, the spasms occurring more violently than they ever had, despite Sandy’s repeated eating me out. I came and cried, coming again and again, my entire being given up to him, and his marvelous dick.
Still moaning faintly, I lifted my head an untold number of minutes of later, Sandy now hung up and facing away from me, his cock bulging and spurting inside me. I opened my eyes to view the video.
The St. Bernard was still taking her from behind, but was now facing away, his huge thing locked in her body. One of the men was taking her from the front, working his thing in and out of her mouth.
The St. Bernard whimpered and gave a final shudder, then his thing slipped out of her, much limper and redder, the tip still dripping a thin stream of his clear, watery come, his semen leaving a moist trail across the carpet as his dick flipped back into a forward-facing position. She was still sucking the man off, and groaned audibly around his penis.
The dog now turned around, his interest still piqued by the girl, and began snuffling at her cunt, sniffing and licking it with his huge tongue. She shuddered and moaned. The man in her mouth shuddered and grunted, then let out a loud groan, his face contorted, presumably having his climax. Then, he pulled out of her mouth, grabbed himself in his right hand, and began vigorously rubbing himself off. Why it was he didn’t want to stay in her mouth while he came I didn’t understand.
The camera closed in on her face and his cock, it began to spurt; she closed her eyes and opened her mouth, his tiny spurts landing all across her cheeks, nose, lips, and even directly into her mouth. She took all this without comment, and after he was done, he rubbed the head of his thing on the gobs which had landed on her cheeks, then stuck the tip in her mouth, which she dutifully sucked.
The dog was still taking an active interest in the place he had just relieved himself in, licking and licking at it, just as Sandy did to me after he was done. I watched as the animal’s excitement grew, his penis once again stiffening enough to protrude noticeably from his sheath.
The other St. Bernard was watching the whole thing attentively, obviously very aroused by the proceedings. He knew he was going to get some too, probably.
“Let him fuck her in the ass this time,” somebody said, and the girl cried out.
“No,” she begged. “anything but that! I’ll do anything,”
“Then suck him off,” the first one suggested.
“If I do,” she asked. “then you won’t let him get me up the ass?”
“Yeah,” the man said. She nodded her head in acquiescence.
“Okay,” she said. “but can you undo my hands first?”
They uncuffed her hands for her, but left her ankles restrained. They did let her slide back from the couch a little, just to give the dog some room. Her sliding backwards had spread her legs wider apart, though…
Leading the dog around to the front, they let him lick her face all over, which he did, happily, obviously grateful to have been granted the opportunity to lay her. She tolerated his doing this, then let them lead his body over hers, his furry crotch in her face. She reached up and began to slowly rub his sheath; the men began to laugh and make comments.
Running her hand up and down his furred flesh, the camera closed up only on where her face was, including his crotch and part of his thigh. I could see his balls, each of them huge and still heavy with juice. His penis emerged from the sheath.
It was huge; easily much larger than the men’s, and I knew she wouldn’t be able to take the whole thing in her mouth, especially the bulge, which had to be really large for a dog his size.
She stroked and rubbed his dick until it was stiff and firm, then placed her mouth on the tip. He thrust forward, and she let more of the shaft enter. He kept thrusting, driving the rapidly thickening shaft in and out of her mouth for several moments, her facial expression full of unconcealed joy. It wasn’t until the bulge popped suddenly out of his sheath that she began to have trouble.
Fully engorged, he must be huge, I thought to myself, because even before he had achieved the entry necessary to swell his knot up, he was at least as large as Sandy, the bulge on screen before me looking identical to the one that was even now locked in my cunt, throbbing and pulsating as semen ejected through it.
Placing one hand around the base of his cock, she squeezed, and it swelled drastically in response. Honestly, it was probably about five inches across or so, and how she had been able to take that thing without extreme pain, I had no idea. Despite how good Sandy had been to me, and how much I enjoyed the feel of his cock, I was jealous of the girl on-camera, wishing that I had a dog that size to play with.
Once she was firmly gripping the bulge, he grunted and thrust forward, his thigh twitching as he bucked, his shaft now sliding in and out of her mouth, his angrily red flesh rubbing and pushing at her lips. She smiled around his cock, and I saw his watery doggie come oozing out of the corners of her mouth, running in rapid driblets down her chin. She began rhythmically squeezing the bulge, pulling and tugging on it at the same time, and backed her mouth off of the shaft, now only the tip in her mouth. Opening her mouth wider, she backed her head up until the bevel-shaped tip was visible, his come spurting out in what appeared to be a continuous stream, each pulsation steady, and large.
While this was going on, the camera backed off, showing the whole scene. The second dog was now nuzzling her cunt, her widely spread legs providing him with easy access, his gigantic tongue lapping her, his big, wet nose rubbing at her ass and lips. The dog she was sucking on had the most blissful, contented expression on his face; the other one looked anxious, and excited. His cock was sticking prominently out from between his legs, the red shaft plump and ready.
She sucked and sucked, his juice just coming and coming in seemingly never-ending squirts. The second dog was still licking her, which I knew had to feel good.
After the first dog was complete, his penis going flaccid in her hands and mouth, she let him go, giving the shaft one final suck, running her hands down its length, another small dribble of come oozing out as a result. This was when they untied her completely.
“Now,” the first man said. “you’re gonna fuck this dog the way we tell you to, or well let him get you up the ass. Okay?”
“Okay,” she mumbled, and they set her free.
Her face, crotch, thighs and ass were covered with shiny, sticky dog come, and, while the first Bernard was now curled up in a corner, licking his cock clean, the second began taking an interest in both her cunt and her face, smelling the come on her, licking it off, tasting it. While one of the men coaxed the dog onto his back, the first one instructed her how he wanted her to fuck the dog.
“First, get on top of him; then, straddle his dick and fuck him like you would a man, if you were on top.”
Without a word she did just this, seating herself on the dog, their crotches together. Lowering herself over his prick, she reached down and guided it with one hand, aiming the tip into her own cunt, his organ so much larger than hers it was almost scary. Once she had the tip in, she slid down further.
The dog grunting and whining beneath her, she covered his whole shaft, except for the bulge, unable to force it in. He whimpered and began to thrust upwards, trying to gain the final entry. She was supporting herself on him using her hands and knees, gyrating her hips just as she would with a man. But the bulge didn’t enter, even though she was seated directly on it, his engorged flesh pressed tightly to hers. He began to struggle and writhe beneath her.
“Take the knot, too!” Somebody commanded, but she only groaned, rubbing her clitoris against his shaft with each stroke, obviously taking her own pleasure first.
The dog couldn’t stand for this very long, and began to shiver violently, desperate to complete his intromission.
Giving a mighty buck, he reached up with his forepaws and tried to hold her; then, he began to flip over, his thing still inside her.
His huge body struggling to right itself from beneath her tiny one, he shrugged and then turned over on his side. With a terrified shriek, she fell over onto the floor on her then got on her back, the dog now on top but still humping her, his pelvis brutally driving his rod, the bulge pressing tighter and tighter against her unwilling lips, though he had yet to get it all the way in.
That soon changed; with a final, powerful attempt, he managed to penetrate her all the way, the gigantic base of his penis slipping into her, provoking a gasp and shriek of pain from her, and a delighted whine from him, his body finally contained in that of a female. I wondered whether he liked women more, or if he would have preferred to be in a bitch. Perhaps women were novel to him; perhaps he was just in such a state of perpetual frustration that anything would do. I wondered how Sandy felt about me.
My hungry cunt now once again ready for another cluster of spasms, I came again, violently, crying out, my pelvis of its own accord, adding to the traction already on his tremendous penis. Sandy yelped and whined happily, still ejecting squirt after squirt of semen into me, filling me with his masculine warmth.
When I opened my eyes again, I saw that another film sequence had commenced, this one without any of the same characters.
In fact, it was more like an unconnected series of shorts, no rhyme or reasons between them. The first was in black and white, and looked very old; it was of a naked woman in a bedroom. She was bent over on her hands and knees, her face hidden by her long, dark hair, all of her head covered by its silky lengths. Her hands flat on the ground, she made a little sound, her murmur obscured by static.
The next thing I knew, a dog was rushing upon her. He wasn’t a spectacularly huge dog, nor a particularly attractive one, like Sandy. He was just a regular dog, mostly a beige-like brownish-white, wearing a leather dog collar. He gave a perfunctory sniff and lick at her rear end, his tongue doubtlessly stroking her vagina, and then he leapt upon her, the tip of his penis just visible between his legs.
He wasn’t a very large dog, and as a consequence was having some problems getting it in. Clasping her back with his forelegs, he began making little hops, the tip of his cock flailing. Then, realizing that he needed the length, he extruded it completely, bulge and all. She said something in a frantic, hushed whisper, then fell silent; he was almost there, the sharp tip of his organ pressing into her crotch.
She groaned again, but didn’t move. Once the tip was in the right place, he stood up as far as he could on his rear legs, pulling himself up her with his front ones. Giving one last leap, he managed to sink it in to the hilt, even the bulge going in. She cried out in something that was a combination of pain and pleasure then, and arched her back.
Settling back down to the ground, but still up on his toes, he pressed himself to her back and began humping wildly, his cock now fully inside and tossing off. She reached her left hand across her stomach and gripped his paw where it was on her right side, presumably to keep him from turning around to face away. He humped and whined, and she shivered and shook, her writhings and gentle sobbing-like sounds seeming to betoken displeasure, though I couldn’t understand why.
When I opened my eyes again, it was to see a different scene entirely. This one was in color, at least.
It was of a woman lying on the floor, a couple of big pillows behind her head for support. A big Doberman was above her, his cock angled downwards and into her mouth. A man held the Doberman’s leash, his body off-camera, only his hands visible. The Doberman was whining and thrusting, his thing going off in her mouth, come going everywhere.
The next scene was of a woman laying on a couch, one leg off of it, the other spread along its length, her crotch open to view. A big black Labrador came up and stuck his nose in her crotch, began nosing and licking at it. Her face convulsed in ecstasy as he did this, the lab’s huge wet tongue lapping at her over and over. They did this for close to a minute.
Unable to wait any longer, the lab now leapt up on her, his thing fully engorged and out of its sheath, the tip dripping fluid, his whole appearance incredibly erotic to me, the sight of this dog, his organ oozing with excitement, leaping upon a woman— ooh. Sandy gave a final groan and his thing slid out of me. I moaned and collapsed, waiting for him to come and lick me.
The lab was now up on the couch, his forelegs on either side of her, his rear legs still on the floor. His thing was stuck in her vagina, only the tip inside so far.
She was groaning incomprehensibly, one hand on his shaft, rubbing it, tugging it further into her vagina. Not one to refuse the invitation, he thrust forward, soon forcing the bulge in. She just kept groaning and gyrating her hips against him, their crotches pressed lustfully together. I felt Sandy’s tongue touch my cunt, and shivered gratefully against his cold nose.
The rest of the video was of this woman fucking with that dog. First, she let him take her on the couch, then, after they had rested, she coaxed him into covering her properly, from behind, and then, presumably much later, she sucked him off, his cock ejaculating copiously into her mouth, her face and chin and breasts soon covered with his thin come.
Unable to bring myself to watch the last video, I put everything back the way it was, cleaned up, dragged Sandy into my bedroom with me, and got him to fuck me again, after letting him tongue me for about twenty minutes or so. After that, I sucked and fondled him until he was stiff again, then took him from above and fucked him till he whined, rubbing his cock in my privates even after it was limp for all but the bone.
* * *
I wasn’t able to get back to that last video for almost a week. During this time, I refrained from letting Sandy fuck me, though he had eaten me at least once a day. Each time he ate me, I rubbed and squeezed his cock until it was swollen enough to protrude from the sheath; then, I sent him away, unrelieved.
Every chance I got when we were alone together, I let him eat me out, then played with his cock and balls, insuring that he would be properly horny when we sat down to watch the videos again.
When the time came, I went in, took out the videos, put in the third one, and, while waiting for it to come on, I secured Sandy to the door knob with his leash, once again seating myself on the floor just close enough to him for him to lick me, but not enough for him to actually mount me. I knew that would help build his tension up further.
“Oh my god,” I whimpered when the film came on. I immediately grabbed a pillow and put it over my lap to keep me from relieving my own tensions with my hands.
This video was of two girls in a field, both of them laying naked on a grassy knoll, one side of the hill having a steep drop-off about four feet down. On this side of them was a horse, just standing there. The girl closest to the horse was holding his erect cock in her hands; it was close to two feet long, and was probably about two inches across at its thinnest point, about three inches or more at its thickest. She was holding it in two places, in the middle of the shaft, and the tip. While the other girl laughed and stroked her thigh, she was rubbing the horse’s cock, caressing it, rolling it backwards and forwards, undoubtedly arousing the horse immensely in the process.
Both girls were smiling and giggling, the one holding the horse’s cock flushed and sweaty, the one next to her rubbing her thighs, her breasts….She was leaning against her, and I could only see her right hand, which was casually stroking the girl’s thigh, and running down in between her legs, which were spread wide open, her glistening cunt exposed to view.
Then, I thought I would die as, his cock firmly in hand, she placed the tip against her cunt! Holding the head from behind, she inserted it into herself, giggling happily in the process. The second girl was watching the whole proceedings with obvious delight, finally leaning over to grasp the shaft so she could help. The girl lay back this way, only the tip of the horse’s long, flexible cock in her cunt. Firmly gripping the floppy shaft, the other girl eased a little more of it in, then began rubbing it vigorously.
The horse neighed and shook his head, then snorted explosively. I was mesmerized.
It was so huge; indescribably huge, impossibly huge. I was envious as I had never been before.
Working his cock in and out of her with both hands, the camera moved around both of them, so it could show the horse from the rear. His balls were huge, each one like a grapefruit, the fleshy, velvety sacks bobbing and swaying as they rubbed him off, one of them using the other’s vagina to pleasure the tip. The one who was being partially entered by the horse looked as if she were about to climax just from the contact.
The horse shivered, began stamping with his hooves.
“Get ready,” the second girl told the first. “he’s just about to try it.”
Moments after she said this, the horse turned, inadvertently dislodging himself from the girl, but now facing her, lifting his mighty hooves on to the hillock, his penis erect and swaying, the tip shiny with her fluids. She gasped at the feeling of loss as he withdrew, but kept her legs spread and assumed a passive position on the hillside, while the second girl grabbed his cock, wrapping her hands around it while he thrust at them both, unsure of where the soft warmth he had been in earlier had gone to, but knowing that he wanted it back.
Guiding the tip back to her cunt, the second girl motioned the second back further.
“Careful,” she said. “’cause he’ll put the whole thing in you if he can.”
Craning her head so she could watch the whole thing, she cried out as the tip went in, the huge head of his organ pre-moistened; her vagina was dripping with the excitement already, so lubrication wasn’t a problem. The huge size differential, was.
His head far above them, he grunted, then snorted loudly, tossing his head as he thrust forward, his motions appearing casual for something of his size, but easily able to propel about a handspan more of his dick into her, the shaft widening as it neared his body. She cried out but kept her head up, intent on visually witnessing her own penetration by this huge male beast, so she could not only feel but watch what he was doing to her.
Running her hands up and down the rest of the huge, black shaft, his manhood bulging with veins, splotches of pink on the skin at random places, the second girl gripped him surely, stimulating him as thoroughly as she could, obviously enjoying her duties.
The animal grunting and shuddering with excitement, he lunged forward again, this time gaining an extra two inches. Probably realizing he was as far in as he was going to get, he began thrusting in and out in earnest, his gigantic shaft truly stretching her.
He managed to keep this up for another minute before it happened: grunting and shaking violently, he came, letting out a neigh of lust like none I had heard before. The girl cried out joyfully, obviously being terribly near orgasm as she felt his hot semen gush into her. I hoped she had reached that point, but could tell she hadn’t. The second girl was still rubbing the stallion’s shaft with one hand, violently massaging the girl’s clitoris with the other, whitish froth streaming out of her from around his cock.
The horse was obviously happy. Quiet, his giant body unmoving above them, he made no more sounds than the in and out of his breath, accompanied by the occasional whinny.
“Oh Godohgodohgodohgod…” the girl was saying, a goodly portion of his cock still in her, the other girl skillfully working her clitoris to orgasm for her. She shivered and came, the other girl scooping up fingerfuls of his slimy fluid and smearing it over the other’s clit and lips and stomach, until all the skin in that area was glistening.
Sandy was snuffling at my butt, desperately wishing to get his nose in there. I tried to ignore him, taking pleasure in the feel of his nose and tongue. With a sigh of surrender, I reached in between his legs, telling him, “You don’t want me to do this, Sandy: I’m not going to finish you off yet. This’ll only make you hornier…” He didn’t seem to care, merely looking at me with those desperate, pleading eyes. So I reached in between his legs, running my fingers over the tip of his cock, which was sticking out and pointing at me. He whined gratefully, his whole cock popping out into my grasp. I fondled it for a few moments, watching his expression go to that calm, blissful one they assume when they start to come, and then, once his hips began going into motion, I let go, retreating to the middle of the room, entirely out of his reach. Besides, the next vignette was already starting.
This was once again a woman with a horse, which was just fine with me. I couldn’t get enough of looking at their fantastic pricks, since they were so huge.
She was a bleach-blonde, but otherwise very pretty; she wore nothing but cowboy boots and a pair of jean cut-offs, her chest and legs bare, displaying her breasts, which were very large. She was in a barn, with a big horse.
This horse was the biggest I had ever seen; he must have been a Shire, or Clydesdale, or one of those huge draft horses. His cock was already out of its sheath, dangling out so far that the only thing keeping its giant length from reaching the ground was the horse’s height. He was so large, she was able to fit herself comfortably beneath his belly while seated on a stool; she sat, now facing his gigantic organ of reproduction.
Exciting it with her hands, she rubbed up and down its length until it achieved a degree of stiffness; once it was sufficiently rigid, she applied her mouth to the tip, licking and nibbling at it, then kissing it passionately, running her tongue over the huge slit again and again, sticking it into the tip, caressing the crown with her fingers, everything. I thought I would die, and wondered how anyone could watch movies like these without becoming terminally excited.
I was surprised it took her so long to bring it to climax; it was almost a minute before he began thrusting into her grasp, trying to increase his pleasure, seeking it out with the blind tip of his maleness.
Her hands rhythmic, she stroked and stroked, running her tongue rapidly over the tip, batting it back and forth, taking in the better part of his glans with her mouth, then running her tongue around the glans and up the shaft. That, I think, was what really started to do it, for that was when the horse began whinnying passionately, his huge thighs quivering, his muscles twitching as he thrust forward.
Then, it was happening; but this time, I got to watch as it emerged, the first squirt of his semen bursting forth, thick and milky, the stream exploding over her face and mouth, most of it winding up on her chin, but a good bit in her mouth. That was quickly followed by the second squirt. Then the next. And the next.
To see such an impressively large male organ, watching it in great detail as it was brought to climax, fulfilling its purpose….This aroused me so terribly that I almost couldn’t keep watching. I had to come, now.
The next vignette was of another woman in a barn, just she and a pony. No, wait: there was a second one, but she looked almost identical to the first. They must have been twins.
While one held the pony’s head and stroked him, the other got on her knees and put her hands between his legs. That’s where the camera went next.
His balls were much smaller than those of the previous horse; not that they weren’t gigantic, though: each one was easily the size of an orange. A large orange. His cock was quick to respond to her touches, slowly emerging, stiff and glistening, from inside his sheath. Even though he was a young, small thing, his cock was still tremendous, being just under two feet long, and the girl oohed when she saw it, cupping the head in both hands and rubbing it gently between her palms. He nickered and shook his head. She began rubbing and playing with it, tickling the crown of his cock, not stopping until the tip began leaking clear, gooey fluid. Then she retreated, retiring to the prepared place.
They had set up several bales of hay in a T-shaped pattern; what they had done, I realized, was provide a place for her to recline upon so that she was at a proper height for him to mount. But why did it have bales laid crosswise on one side?
She lay down upon them, spreading her legs out, straddling the neck of the T, her ass facing the pony. The other girl led him forward, his prick still stiff and at the ready. It was then that I realized why the bales were there: they were to keep him from getting too close to her, so that he couldn’t get it all the way in; it made sense, since I didn’t see how any woman could take a cock that size, no matter how much she might want to.
Her ass lifted for his benefit, the girl who had been leading him forward guided his forelegs over the bales to either side, and then he was almost perfectly placed: his erect cock was maybe half a foot away from the exposed cunt of the girl on the bales.
Taking one of the pillows from the couch, I lay down on the floor, putting the pillow beneath my head, for comfort. I had moved within Sandy’s leash-range, and he immediately moved forward, but couldn’t get close enough to cover me. He stuck his snout in my crotch anyway, licking and licking, desperate for me. I moaned and shuddered, murmuring as he quickly brought me to a long and very, very satisfying orgasm. I let him, doing nothing but moaning and coming for at least a quarter of an hour.
My legs spread as far apart as they could go, I lay there and came, one hand behind my head, the other rubbing my own nipples, both of them stiff and sensitive, the tips of my breasts pleasantly taut and achy. I didn’t open my eyes until he suddenly stopped, his spit cooling on my crotch, my cunt feeling hot and sore, but now very cool. I grunted, stretching, my whole body sheathed in sweat. I felt really nice.
“Ohhhh, Sandeeeee…” I said, looking down at him. He had just backed away from me, and I could see the pinkness of his cock protruding from between his legs. He sat down and turned his head down there to lick it, but just before he did, I saw that the tip was dripping….
“Sandy,” I begged, immediately rubbing my button with my middle finger, rubbing and stroking it back and forth, quickly, bringing myself to a brief, tense, and somewhat painful climax just from looking at him in this state, his arousal so great his prick was leaking. It both unnerved and excited me, to think that I had been able to bring him to this state.
I got up, dressed, put the videos away, and went outside, leaving the dog to his own devices.
I could hear him scratching at my door. I wasn’t going to let him in, ’cause I wasn’t really horny right now, my cunt still a little sore from today.
“C’mere,” I said as I opened the door, wearing only my nightshirt. Once he was in my room, he began nosing at me in that place. “Silly dog,” I said, going back to my bed after bolting the door again. He followed, of course, jumping up into bed with me. “Wait,” I said, getting beneath the covers, leaving him outside of them. He looked at me mournfully, crawling on top of me, pressing his body to mine. “Oh god,” I said, pushing him off to the side. “not right now. If you want to sleep here, go ahead. But not that. Not right now.”
He lay down at the foot of the bed, his prick partially extruded, and I felt kind of bad. It was my fault for getting him so worked up; I shouldn’t be mean to him. “I’m sorry, Sandy,” I said quietly, and he turned to look at me. “C’mon,” I said, lifting the covers. “you can get in here with me.”
I didn’t think he’d find it very easy to put it in me with my nightshirt on, anyway, so I was probably safe. Cradling him in my arms, being careful not to touch his crotch, I drifted off to sleep, his pleasantly doggy musk thick in my nostrils.
I woke up a few minutes later to feel him atop me, thrusting desperately at my crotch, his cock’s course halted by the substance of my nightshirt. I sighed, feeling his stiff sex against my thighs, my tummy….I lifted my nightshirt, and he clutched me tightly, doing it to me just like he had that one night, the very first time.
His cock bloating immediately to its full size, I gasped and hugged him tightly. He drove it in to me so deeply I thought I would die from the feeling, his entry fast, brutal, and deep, his entire cock plunging into me at once. I lifted my legs, making a temporary tent out of the sheets, then folded them behind him, clutching his back with my ankles locked together, pulling him towards me, pulling him in.
He was now humping me so hard that he was grunting and making pained little whines. His pelvis was going so fast and pressing so hard that it felt like he wanted to crawl inside. That would have been fine with me.
His swollen cock knotting us together, I moaned, trying to stifle my own cries by turning my head and burying my face in the pillow.
He fucked me for longer than I had thought he could that night, lasting the better part of an hour; after he had gotten me that way, he ate me, lapping up my juice, which just kept coming, his semen leaking out of me. After he was done with that, I was tired, and felt like I could just go to sleep forever. Patting him appreciatively on the head, I curled up and went to sleep.
I woke up some time later feeling very, very nice; it didn’t take me long to realize he was doing me again, his warm, furry body once again atop mine, his thing inside me.
“Uhmmm,” I said, kissing his snout. “you’re such a —AHHH!!!— a good dog, oh yes, you’re so smart….” I said, then fell silent, concentrating on the pleasant feelings moving through my body all of them starting at where his cock was in me.

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