One night I was reading a book by Ms. Andrews, "Camp Waterford Girls". Well, the camp book was just my kind of story, an all girl camp with a bunch of curious campers and a staff of willing counselers. The writing was, as usual, superb and I was imagining myself as the head counseler who would have to reprimand the girls. Just as I was sure the girls were about to get in trouble, one of the campers spots Miss Aaron in the barn with a doberman's cock between her lips. Well to make a long story short, the girls get a bunch of photos of Miss Aaron fucking and sucking not only the dog, but a horse as well. They all agree that nobody really needs to know all the details of the summer. Several of the girls convice Miss Aaron to loan the the watch dog in exchange for the services of the pool man. The descriptions of the campers first experiences with the dog were really devine. One girl guiding the animal's cock into her friend's cunt.
Almost on cue, Weston, my German Shepard pushed the bedroom door open with his nose. He just sat at the foot of the bed looking at me with the sadest eyes. It had never occured to me during the years I'd owned Weston that he could be anything other than a companion. When I was young I'd had several dogs. I've loved all my dogs, but the most affection that ever transpired was a pat on the head for them or a lick on the face for me. The book I had just placed under my pillow had given me another idea.
Weston took to licking my cunt as if he had been bred for nothing else. You have no idea (maybe some of you do) what it feels like to have six inches of puppy tongue inside you, while a leathery nose works your clit. I lost count of my orgasms that first night, but the more I came the more Weston licked. I'd seen Weston's cock before, I'd seen him erect at times when he licked his own balls. It hadn't bothered me, but it certainly hadn't excited me either. That night was different though. His cock was bigger then I'd ever seen it, bigger than any cock I'd ever seen. And it was big because of me. I was flattered.
I had to push the dog's head away and clamp my legs together to get him to stop licking. I got down on the floor with him and gave him a big hug while telling him what a good dog he was. I wasn't about to let the poor animal suffer after all the pleasure he'd given me, so I wrapped my fingers around his cock. As soon as I touched him I knew It wouldn't be the last time I fooled around with him. There was a tremedous feeling of power in his member, it made me feel secure and content in a way to be holding it.
Weston leaned his head against my shoulder as I started to work my hand up and down his shaft. I realized that I was talking to him as if I was talking to a man, trying to get him turned on. I felt a little silly telling a dog how big his cock was and how much I wanted him to come. What's was funny I realized, was when I said those things to a man I was trying to tell him what I thought he wanted to hear. But as I sat there on the floor jerking off my dog, the words just flowed out of my mouth. At that moment, all I wanted was for Weston to come. It was one of the most erotic moments of my life. I wasn't trying to impress anyone, I wasn't worried about saying the wrong thing. All that mattered was meeting Weston's need for release.
Release he did, his cock was aimed right at my chest. They force with which his jism hit me was remarkable. More amazing was how much of it there was. I sat there still stroking the dog's cock and stared at my tits which were coated with cum. The aroma of his jism was very different from a man's. I scooped a big drop that was hanging on my nipple and placed it on my tongue. That one big glob was about the volume that most men squirt, but there was at least fifteen or twenty times more still dripping down my body.
I realized that I had swallowed what I'd had in my mouth and reached down with three fingers to scoop up some more. Weston sat back and watched me lick his jism from my fingers. It had a unique flavor. Unlike a man's cum which is a little salty and acrid, Weston's is nutty and slightly sweet. I've since learned that all dog's cum has that flavor. Also the texture is different, much thicker. If it had been a man who'd just splattered me with cum and was sitting there watching me, I'd be very self conscious about scooping up his juice and eating it. If I did do it, I would very careful to put on a little show for him. But Weston could care less, I was eating his cum because I wanted to.
After that first experience with Weston it was almost a month before anything else happened. I guess I was feeling a little abnormal and trying not to think about what had happened. The second time was all the dog's idea. I was sitting at the kitchen table, I didn't even know Weston was lying under it. It only took two licks for me to remember how good his tongue was. My legs opened wide and I scooted my ass to the end of the chair. As I felt his tongue run from my asshole to my clit and back over and over, I knew this wouldn't be the last time.
I ordered several videotapes that sounded like they dealt with dog sex. Only one actually showed a girl having sex with her dog. The girl was cute and seemed to really enjoy herself with the dog. The dog was much smaller than Weston and I knew the positions she was using weren't going to work with a dog almost as big as myself. It was fairly easy to teach Weston to stand with his front paws on the seat of the couch, while I sat on the floor between his rear legs. Weston would stand there for twenty minutes or half an hour pumping his tool in and out of my mouth while I reached behind him and massaged his huge balls. He never gives any warning before he comes. Just all of a sudden a river of cum shoots out, floods my mouth and throat and overflow from between my lips and runs down my chest. While I struggle to swallow as much as I can, I scoop up the run-off and massage it into my tits and my cunt.
Once I'd mastered doggy-blow jobs, it took about a week to find a position that allowed him to slip his cock into my hairless cunt. I had to set the ironing board about eight inches off the ground and lay on it with my pussy and ass hanging off the small end you normally use to iron collars. At first it was extremly awkard, I would reach behind myself and guide him in with one hand while my other hand had to stay on the floor to keep us from tumbling over. I guess I'm built differently from a German Shepard bitch, because Weston kept slipping out and I'd have to help him back in. However, once he was in and got three or four good pumps, we were locked together for the duration. When a dog gets a full erection there is a bulb just below the head that expands. I've read that this keeps the bitch from running away while the mating is taking place. I've had some rather large objects inside my cunt, and I can ease myself off of Weston's prick, but I also have good muscle control and when I bear down there is no way he will slip out.
It didn't take long for Weston to get used to the setup and adjust to the angle. By the end of a week on the ironing board (with only falling off once) the dog was used to the angle of my vagina and could guide himself in after one or two stabs. I was dying to watch myself being fucked by Weston. I had started watching in a mirror when I sucked him off. It's quite a turn on to watch his cock work between my lips and several times I've come from watching the flood of cum being forced back out my lips as my mouth overflows. We moved our sessions from the livingroom to the bedroom, where with a rather elaborate set up of mirrors, I could sometimes catch a glimpse of Weston stuffing himself into my box.
The solution didn't come for several months, and it was Weston who figured it out. I had just finished exercising and was spread eagled on the floor. Apparently Weston was in the mood, because all of a sudden he was on top of me stabbing his cock against me. The dog wasn't about to let me up, so I bunched my exercise mat under my hips and pulled the crotch of my leotard to the side. I was a little too low for him, but he wanted it really bad. He struggled through, crouching the whole time. I bought some heavy foam rubber and with my rather limited sewing skills, I made a little "love couch". That was much better, but not perfect. It has been redesigned three times since, but it is perfect. Weston placed his front paws on either side of my tits, my pussy is at the same level as his cock and I have headrest which gives me a great view of my cunt.
While I don't have a regular schedule for fucking my dog, I'm sure it isn't something I will outgrow. Sometimes we'll go a month without even a lick under my dress. Yesterday I sucked him off in the morning and he fucked my cunt for nearly an hour in the afternoon. I pretty much leave it up to Weston. He lets me know when he's ready and what he wants.
Besides my own dog, I've had several others. Most have belonged to friends and I offer to care for their pets while they are away. They usually aren't around long enough to learn all the tricks that Weston has picked up. There is a Golden Retriever who stays with us about three times a year. It is quite a thrill for me to have one dog shoot in my mouth while another's tongue works on my cunt and ass.