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 Linda and Drake

   by Linda

   I guess this story really began more than 25 years ago.  I am a
42-year-old happily married woman.  I do not consider myself as BI-sexual,
although I have experienced that.  I am also not "in love" with my dog.  I
do have sex with him.  Sex with a dog is simply another avenue for me to
enjoy...  a very erotic avenue.

   I said that this began more than 25 years ago because that was when my
first experience with a dog began.  As a teen I masturbated a lot.  More
than most of the girls I knew would admit to anyway.  My father had a
German short-haired pointer named Max.  One day, when I was home alone and
playing with myself, Max came over to me and licked me.  I was shocked, but
God I did love the feeling.  From that day on I got old Max to be my
helper, and it was not long before I let him mount me.

   That went on for about two years.  I am not sure how or when or why it
stopped.  But for years I never again thought about doing anything with a
dog.

   My husband is a hunter, and about 6 years ago he just had to have a dog.
He bought Drake, a good-sized black lab.  I think Labrador retrievers are,
in general, a very affectionate breed.  Drake is not an exception.

   I feed Drake every morning, and my husband cleans the kennel at night
when he get home.  I guess the person who gives a dog food and water and a
little affection is like a dog God.  He's always happy to see me in the
morning.

   One day, about three years ago, when I went out to feed him, I just had
a robe on.  When I opened the gate he stuck his nose in to my crotch. 
Later that morning, as I drank my coffee, I let my mind wander to thoughts
of Max.  All I could think about that morning was Drake, and by lunch time,
I decided to bring him into the house.

   I remembered a few things I had learned with Max.  First, they have
nails; you need a sweatshirt.  Second, it is important that they learn that
they can only play with you in one place.  Max knew it was my bedroom, and
for Drake it was going to be the den.

   Drake was not sure what was going on when I brought him into the den. 
It was a room he had never been in before.  I closed the door and sat down
and petted him for a while.  Wanting to assure him everything was OK.  As I
sat there, petting him, I moved one hand under him and touched the sheath.
I touched him all over his tummy and back to his balls.  That did not
bother him, although it had my juices started.

   After a few minutes of getting him adjusted, I stood up, and took off my
slacks and panties.  I sat on the edge of the couch and fingered my pussy,
then held my hand out to his nose.  He sniffed and then licked my fingers.
I told him "good boy," then I spread my legs and patted my pussy.

   Again, he sniffed and gave me one little lick.  God, how good their
tongues are.  I kept patting my pussy and he would lick a little more, but
not what I was hoping for.  I could see that it would take a bit of
training, and I wanted him in my body.

   His penis was sticking out of the sheath an inch or so.  Funny how they
look like a tube of lipstick.  I got on the floor and tried to get my face
under him, but he kept moving away.  I wanted to taste that K9 cum again,
but he kept moving away from me.  I was crawling around on the floor trying
to get at it.  It was almost like he was teasing me.  That went on for
about 10 minutes.

   I was on all fours, somewhat disappointed, when all of a sudden he came
up behind me and jumped up on my back.  He missed the target the first time
and got off of me.  I kept saying, "good boy, good boy," and patting my
butt.  He began to circle me and I could see that he was getting excited.

   After about the third time he walked around me he jumped up on me again.
This time I was ready.  I reached between my legs and guided the tip of his
penis into me.  It seemed like about two humps and he was in me, his knot
growing.  It is so much bigger than Max's knot.  I am not sure of
everything that happened for the next few minutes.  I was lost in a
submissive orgasm.

   Unless you have done this, you can't begin to understand why I enjoy K9
sex.  For me it is the feel of that furry body on my back, the pain of the
knot, the throbbing I feel as they pump all of that cum into me, and the
idea of submission to an animal.

   Yes, there is some pain when you get the knot.  Yes, you can feel their
cock throb with each squirt of cum.  And yes, they cum a lot more than men.
No, I don't fuck him everyday.  In fact I would guess that Drake and I play
about once a month.  Also it is a fact that a dog is using you.  Trust me,
when they are done, they could not care less if you have had enough.  I
have had people online ask me how I can use an animal like that, and I tell
them that it is the other way around.

   Now for the next part of the story.

   About a year ago my husband got a call from a dog breeder.  The breeder
heard that Drake was a good hunting dog, and he had a bitch that she wanted
to breed.  She offered cash or a puppy for Drake's services.  He took the
money.  Anyway he asked me if I would take Drake out to her kennel so she
could see him.  At that point all she knew was what others had told her.

   The next day I loaded Drake into the Explorer and drove over to meet
this lady.  Her name is Jean.  She is 44-years-old.  She lives outside of
town and has a very nice kennel.  She took me through it and showed me the
bitch that she wanted Drake for.  The place was very clean and well
maintained.

   She was impressed with Drake but wanted to check everything about him.
She put him upon a table and measured his head, height, length, weight,
feet everything.  With a very sheepish look on her face she said, "I'd
really like to know how high his sperm count is." I didn't know that anyone
counted.

   She went on to tell me that if the count not high enough, the breeding
may not work and she'd have another 6 months to wait.  I shrugged my
shoulders and told her to do whatever she needed as long as it didn't hurt
Drake.  She smiled and told me that she was going to hand ejaculate him,
and that I could leave the room or stay.  (Like I had not seen his cum
before!.!) I told her to go ahead and do it.  Truth is, I wanted to see if
he acted any differently with her.

   She used what looked like a cone shaped soft latex sleeve.  He was up on
the table so we could see everything.  I have to admit that I was both
turned-on and jealous watching her play with his cock.  A few minutes in to
it she said something about the size of his knot.  I have no idea why, but
I said, "I know, it's big." She looked at me and then there was silence.  I
thought to myself, "Stupid."

   She finished and checked it under a microscope and found it was a very
good sample.  We put Drake back into the car and went to her office to get
some paper work for my husband.

   As I was about to leave she asked me to sit down for a second.  She
looked at me and said that she wanted to ask a question, but was somewhat
scared to ask.  At that point I thought she might report me to the humane
society.

   She kind of stumbled over her words but finally said, "I think you and I
have a common interest." She told me that she has lots of dogs come to her
for boarding but that I was only the second person who knew about their
dog's knot.  I wasn't ready to admit that Drake fucks me, but I was
relieved that she was not calling the cops.

   Then she said something about how some women truly love dogs.  I asked
her if she had ever done more than give them a hand job.  She smiled, got
up and unlocked a door to what I thought was a closet.  I looked in and saw
a room about 8' X 8' with a small platform in the center.  The platform was
about 24 inches high, was carpeted, and there were two small kneeling
benches.  One about three inches high and the other about five inches high.


   She looked at me and told me that the room is completely sound proof,
and she has the only key.  Then she smiled at me and asked if I would let
her play with Drake.  The thought of being with someone else, of watching,
was very exciting.  I couldn't get to the car fast enough.

   When I got back, she was naked in the little room.  She locked the door
and I suggested that she put on a top on because of his nails.  That's when
she told me that she lives alone so no one will see the scratches, and in
fact she like them.

   She had me put Drake on the platform and she was on the floor.  She
began to lick him.  Not just his cock.  All over his underside.  He was not
even sticking out a bit, but there was a small, white discharge that the
tip of his sheath.  She licked it off of him, and I heard a moan come out
of her.

   Then she started talking dirty.  As she licked him she kept asking if he
was going to "bitch-fuck" her.  Her pussy was completely shaved and she had
one hand on her clit.  She was so into him that I think she forgot that I
was even there.  She kept saying things like, "you want some lady-pussy
Drake," and, "going to stretch my pussy with that nice big knot baby."

   Then she got from under him and knelt on the floor.  She had one hand
between her legs and was rubbing her pussy so hard I thought she was going
to cum right then.  She looked at me and said, "Take your pants off Linda,
I want to eat your pussy while your dog fucks me."

   At that point I think you could have seen the wet spot through my
slacks. I waited for Drake to get behind and mount her.  I wanted to feel
her pussy with that dog dick in her.  She was dripping and moaning.  He was
humping her fast.  I reached down and felt where Drake was connected to
her. Then I walked around in front of her and took off my slacks and
panties.  I stood there and spread my legs a bit and reached down and
opened the lips of my pussy.  I wanted her to see how wet I was.

   She was holding Drake on her, and looking up at me with her tongue
sticking out.  It was like she was begging for my pussy.  I turned my back,
spread my legs and moved back to her.  I felt my butt against her face, and
her tongue licking not only my pussy but my also my asshole.  Then I turned
and sat on the platform so that she could suck my clit.  She was eating me,
and I looked at Drake and asked him how he liked the new cunt.

   When I said "cunt" she went wild.  She buried her face in my crotch and
licked even faster.  I found her hot word.  So, I began using the "c" word
every way I could think of.  "Cuntsucker," "Eat my cunt," "Suck my cunt,"
"Fuck your cunt." I have no idea why that word makes her cum so much.

   When Drake was done, he popped out of her and she got upon the platform
and lay down next to me.  She was as spent as Drake.  I leaned over and
pushed one leg aside and looked at that smooth pussy.  I could see some of
Drake's cum leak out of her, and I just had to taste it.

   I pushed her legs way up and wide, and I made one long lick from her
butt to the top.  Then I spread the lips and got my tongue in as deep as I
could.  That was my first taste of dog cum from a pussy.  I wanted to make
her cum, and to taste Drake.

   I licked her for a long time.  She had one orgasm after another.  God, I
loved sucking that hairless pussy.  Jean's pussy was the first one I have
licked since I was a very young teen...  experimenting.

   We spent another hour or so together that day, and have had many erotic
times since.  Every once in a while Jean will call to tell me about a dog
that is staying with her, and as often as possible I get out there to see
the new boy.

   Oh, by the way, that night my husband asked me what I thought of the
woman at the kennel.  I just told him that she was kind of nice.  What, he
has to know everything?