Once when in my early twenties I had some "Partner" problems with Andrew.
I walked out and went to spend summer with my Aunt on a smallholding in a remote part of South Wales. Aunt Meg was a widow, aged around forty, she had lived on her own ever since my Uncle Dylan had been killed in a mine accident ten years earlier.
I think the Miners Union obtained a decent compensation claim for her, she now seemed quite well off and she and Dylan having no children had always had a soft spot for me, being her younger sisters daughter.
She kept chickens, a goat, several orphaned lambs, a cat and two Labrador dogs for company. The Labs were lovely, one black and one golden, named, 'Bill' and 'Ben'.
Her old farm cottage was remote, well off the beaten track or any real road. The two dogs would howl like banshees if anyone strange dared to approach their lonely track but just greeted people with a welcoming bark when the few folk they knew well approached, my aunt could truthfully tell you just who was approaching by the barks.
Her dogs were highly trained, one of her hobbies was dog obedience training, she had done it for years and won cash prizes and exhibitions at exhibitions at local fetes. She had even trained sheepdogs, winning trials when younger at my Granddads hill farm.
Local people in the village, even farmers were forever asking her advice about various dogs, breeds, illnesses, training etc. She was definitely a respected canine "expert".
I stayed with her all that summer, I chilled out walking by the river next to her land with the dogs, fed the goat and totally relaxed away from the hustle, bustle and bitchiness of the city life I had been used to. I loved the peace away from the crowd.
The thing I missed most was that the few local men I met were unbelievably shy of girls, no one my own age dared even speak to me in eight weeks but I enjoyed the chill out after my "relationship" trouble at home. I had lived with Andrew for six months, truthfully the only thing I missed him for was sex, he had been my first and good at it. Probably why I was still masturbating a lot while thinking about him, even in Wales. I hated myself but did it most night and sometimes on hot days, in the barn...
Late one hot August day my Aunt strangely sent me on a somewhat odd errand to the Coop shop in the local village. She put her list and some money in a purse on the table. I remember studying it, and thinking half the stuff on it we already had in the fridge. I certainly didn't complain though, I was a little bored and looking forward to the long three miles country walk along the remote lane by the river with the two dogs for company, perhaps she had sensed that and just sent me for that walk on purpose.
Bill was tied up outside but when I went to untie him my Aunt told me to leave him and just take Ben who was already there, loose in the yard and I just did as she said.
Ben was my favorite anyway and I was happier controlling him. Bill was older and reluctant to obey me sometimes, often looking first at my Aunt for a second opinion.
Ben, the younger dog was always fully obedient with me, anywhere, and first time.
About a mile down the road I cursed as I suddenly realized I had the list but the purse was still on the kitchen table. Turning, we retraced our steps for about twenty minutes back home... Usually Bill would bark out a greeting to us but I noticed with surprise that he was no longer still tied up in the yard as we went in the gate, but missing.
I wondered why, he had been there when we left and wherever he was, even inside the cottage. he invariably greeted friend or foe with his many different barks, Aunt Meg would almost converse with him when she heard the gate catch... "Whoszat?"...
As I quietly passed the living room window I suddenly saw why, Aunt Meg was now sitting in her arm chair with Bill stood in front of her,. I was just about to shout out a greeting when my brain caught up with the message from my eyes and I stopped in my tracks in disbelief then ducked quickly back in the shadows, totally stunned.
Looking cautiously around the window again I took a second look and saw just why neither my Aunt or her dog had heard my approach. They were both far too busy.
Aunt Meg had her knickers off, still around one ankle. Her long skirt was hiked well up to her breasts. and her right leg was dangling limp over the padded arm of the chair leaving her virgina wide open. The dog was licking away at it for all his he was worth as my Aunt frantically masturbated her clitoris with her fingers at the same time.
I peeped round the corner, hidden in the afternoon shade but the dog was so intent on my Aunts pussy that even he didn't hear us. His attentions were clearly exciting her wildly, her eyes were closed and it was obvious from the look on her face she was near to climax and loving every second as he kept nuzzling greedily at her. She was only a few feet away and I could see clearly that her spread virgina was now opened up so much that Bill's bulbous black nose was now pushing up inside the lips of my Aunts pussy, actually physically sliding up out of sight inside her.
."My God ", I thought, "She's trained him, he's actually fucking her with his nose."
Despite the fact that I was outside in the open seeing her masturbate had excited me so much that I pushed my own hand down the front of my pants and did the same to myself nearly as frantically as my Aunt was doing it. I watched her intently for another five minutes or so more until she suddenly started shuddering and panting then came heavily with the dog still lapping greedily away at her. Her face twisted as if in pain as she arched her back, grabbed Bill's collar and started thrusting herself hard against the dogs muzzle in an obviously very intense orgasm, the tip of his black nose was pushing up back up inside her again as she pulled him into her. Bill did not seem to mind in the least and kept on dutifully licking away at her until she finally let go of him and lay back, dreamily exhausted but trying to stop Bill from licking now.
I ducked away across the yard into the barn. I had already masturbated myself there earlier that morning on top of the hay bales thinking about sex. Far from now being disgusted watching my Aunt masturbating with the dog licking her it made me horny as hell again. Feverishly lifting my dress I carried on masturbating myself leaning back against the hay bales.
"I wonder if she lets Ben do it to her too" I thought wildly.
On an impulse to find out I pulled my pants hurriedly to one side offering Ben the chance to do the same thing to me as Bill had to my Aunt.
He didn't, after smelling at me Ben first tried to jump up on me then pranced around barking excitedly as if it were a play game. The idiot dog gave the game away. The next thing I heard was Bill barking too inside the house as he heard us,. Aunt Meg no doubt heard us too so I hurriedly pulled down my skirt and made a lot of theatrical noise as I went across the yard to the house. When I went in Aunt Meg had gone upstairs so I just shouted up to her that I'd forgotten the purse, I caught sight of my face in the hall mirror, flushed after playing with myself and was glad my Aunt hadn't seen me in that state.
I picked it up and went. back off on my errand to the village with Ben, looking at Bill with curious eyes as we left him inside, whining to come with us.
When we got back he was tied up outside and looked at us sulkily for leaving him.
"You should sulk my lad," I thought..."You've had far more excitement than a walk"
When I got back later I went in the house Aunt Meg behaved perfectly normally and took the bag off me, as I helped put the groceries away I realized again that nothing I had brought back was urgently needed and she could have got all of them when going in by car the next day anyway.
It was very hot, I remembered again that she had once told me in confidence that when she and Dylan went to Spain the heat had made her feel so sexy the whole week that they hardly left the hotel. This had all happened on one of the hottest days of that South Wales summer, I think Aunt Meg was "on heat" too...
It was obvious that I had definitely been sidetracked into going to the village for an hour or so while she found the time to have her 'wicked way' with Bill.
It was hot that night too and I felt very sexy in bed remembering every sexy detail of what I had seen. I touched myself up for half the night fantasizing what it felt like letting a dog lick you until you came. I then dreamed fitfully, mostly of sex, and dogs.
The next day we were out in Meg's car down to Swansea all day. That night however was my Aunt's night for bingo at the local miners welfare club but I declined to go with her saying I had a headache. She had hardly got her car to the end of the drive before I had brought both Labradors in, taken off my jeans and pants and was experimenting by showing them each my naked cunt on turn to see what transpired!
Their response was instant and somewhat dramatic!
They almost fought over me, Bill, the older dog was at my mound like a shot and licking me for all he was worth, I had never been licked there much before, Dave didn't really like doing it and it felt fantastic. I started to get frightened at Bill's intensity. especially when after licking me hard he tried forcing his black nose up into me as he had my Aunt. (training?). Being stood up I fell over backwards onto the couch. He immediately jumped up and tried to mount me, frightening me to death. I felt his wetness rubbing on my bare legs and as I glanced down saw that Bill's red cock was poking out. I realized with a shock that the dog was now seriously trying to physically fuck me. Ben, the younger dog kept sniffing at my cunt experimentally and trying to lick me too but Bill kept growling at him fiercely, finally snapping at him and physically forcing him away. "Me first"
This now really frightened me, as if I wasn't in charge, like an attempted rape.
His obvious sexual intimidation was panicking me because he was now defiantly trying to fuck my leg or any other part of me he could get at. I got him down once but as soon as he licked me again he got horny and he jumped straight back up and tried to fuck me again. I even felt him coming, I felt it hot, all over my legs. It scared me as well as making me feel sexy. Strangely only half of me wanted him to stop, my sexy 'wicked slut' side wanting him to carry on, even keep trying to fuck me, not that I would have let him, I wouldn't have gone that far but I felt so powerful arousing him.
He had licked my Aunt in a very "trained" way, not like he was doing to me, waiting and doing things on cue almost. I was now wondering if he was actually fucking her too. (Now years later I'm almost certain he was, or even both dogs were!)
I remembered that as I had watched through the window he had tried to jump up once onto my Aunt and she had stopped him with her normal "wait" signal. This was right hand outstretched, palm down. Up was palm up. I tried to tell him to get down but he was a heavy dog pinning me and he just wouldn't obey me. He never did really, Aunt Meg was his boss, and he knew it. Eventually he stopped trying to hump me and lay still and I managed up grab his paws gripping my waist and push him away
Bill jumped down licking himself and I curiously looked his penis throbbing and swollen. still dripping the thin come he had just spurted all over my bare legs. I realized with rather strange satisfaction that I had made him come by letting him thrust against me and suddenly feeling safe now, and in charge I massaged his penis gently until he stopped coming. I could feel the wetness in my hand and bizarrely even rubbed some of his come onto my pussy. I had excited him by letting him lick me and touching him and the weirdest things was I felt sexy about it, like I would a boy.
I managed to get Bill back in the yard after a struggle, with his cock hanging down like a donkey, I prayed no-one would see him but then no one ever passed there it was so remote.
I then coaxed Ben into licking me, which he did very gently and it was exciting, I was half hoping he would try to fuck me as Bill had but he didn't try, even when I gave him the up command he just jumped up but didn't really seem to know why he was there even when I rubbed his dick to see if he would get sexy too. but he didn't, I finally put him out with Bill strangely disappointed that he had not even wanted to try to fuck me like Bill had, (not that I would have let him) but I felt, well "spurned"...
I realized with a shock that Bill's come was all over the rug and I soaked it in the bath, leaving a note to say I has spilled some milk on it.
I had a shower and finally went to bed having fantasies about Bill's hard red cock and what would have happened if I had just turned over face down when he tried to mount me. I imagined I'd let him jump up onto my back and guided his thin hard red pencil cock up into my pussy to fuck me. As I masturbated I could almost feel the hot sperm he'd shot over my thighs earlier that day as I imagined the dog shaking as he ejaculated and pumped his hot seed deep into me with that swollen red cock.
As I thought about it I kept on and on just wanting to go back downstairs and let either of them just fuck me. Perhaps if a niece "puppies" thought had not stuck in my mind I would have done it too. I was now convinced Meg had fucked both of them.
She had won loads of local awards at obedience shows with every dog she had ever owned, they were all highly trained. It excited me unbearably now that I knew they had all probably known one or two tricks Aunt Meg didn't perform in public
I never got chance to "experiment" again that week. or had a chance to repeat the experience, but I thought about doing it constantly. I've relived that night perhaps a thousand times in fantasy with both dogs fucking me one after the other for hours but never actually physically did anything else with a dog from all that time years ago until I met "P", my husband.
Aunt Meg finally married someone and sold the farm but I had to suppress a smile when my Mum told me her sister and her husband have separate rooms and sometimes argue because Michael thinks its unhygienic that her new dog, (now a Lurcher) sleeps in her bedroom, on the bed. and growls at him when he shows any affection to her. I wonder why?...
Later I went home to Andrew for a "trial make-up" but he never did work out why I suddenly enjoyed sex on my knees so much, (its not hard to work out) and after my final split from him not long after I met and married another man who was far sexier and introduced me to some very " naughty" habits, mainly lesbian in nature.
I once told him this true tale and about the dogs and my Aunt and he would not rest until he had literally seen me "do" it too, but that's another tale.
We divorced too after 12 years and I felt "cheap" and a pervert about some of the more "perverse" sides of our sex life he had "made?" me do but then I wrote to Nancy Friday who is my "savior" and at her advice I discovered the internet and after finding a few sites like this one I realized I am far, far, from alone...
I have at last, finally come to terms with my instant sexual excitement when I imagine (or remember) dogs having full sex with a woman. (usually me) and "re-live" the fantasy in peace now in delicious detail. (and come instantly, its my mental 'G' spot)
This, my first story is almost factual, actually about 99% true...
I have since written two more stories, about 95% truth.
My second attempt is a true account of how I first went "the whole way" with a dog.
It all came about when I related the account above in Wales to my partner, in pillow talk to excite him. I had "tested the waters" by mentioning something about a girl at work and her husband watching a "dog" movie. He saids he had seen two or three and liked them. He brough one home he had borrowed at work and we watched it togther and he had me "imaginging" to him what the dogs cock felt like etc etc...
After that he simply could not rest until he had seen me do it in "real time"
Watch out for my next story of how that came about...