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 How My K9 Sex Life Began Received on 9/12/09

   Okay...  It was about two years ago...  the year I took off between high
school and college.

   I was all alone in the house, and had just gotten outta the hot tub.  I
wan't wearing anything.  I was walking to my room.  When I got there, I
started looking for my shoes and realized that I had kicked them off and
they were under the bed.  Now I had other shoes, but I wanted to wear
those! So I got down on my hands and knees and tried to reach them, but
couldn't quite make it to them.

   The bed was against the wall on the other side, and the shoes were like
almost against that wall.  So I had my knees drawn up under me, and I had
turned my head sideways as I extended my arm to try and reach them.

   That was when I felt my dog mount me from behind!  Rex is a large German
Shepard, and at that time he was almost four years old...  and in his prime
muscle-wise.

   He kinda shoved me forward.  Not that I could go much farther forward.
But I could feel him trying to get his penis inside me.  At first I was
paRex, and screamed.  Not that it did any good, because no one was there,
and with my head stuffed under the bed, I doubt they would have heard me
even if they had been there.

   Try as I might to back out, I couldn't.  When I did that, I only
assisted Rex in helping him get his dick inside of me that much farther.

   There I was...  I couldn't go forward because of the bed, of backwards
because of his dick inside of me!  I couldn't even move sideways due ot my
position.  By the time I got out from under the bed, Rex was in me real
good.  It felt good, but I thought I would get himout of me.  Then when I
tried to get his dick out of me, I found that his huge knot had swollen up
in the middle of his penis, keeping me from getting it out.  I was
terrified as to what to do!

   It must have been like ten minutes tht he was deep inside of me It
seemed to take forever for him to calm down enough to pull it out of me.

   OMG!  But how could I ever tell anyone about it?  After all, I loved my
dog, and had had him since he was just a pup.  He would never hurt me on
purpose.

   I knew if anyone ever found out, my dad would have killed Rex on the
spot, and there's no telling what he would have done with me.  I might have
been taken outside the city and stoned to death!

   I was scared about what would happen to me or to Rex.  Since that time,
until almost the last of October, 2006, I caressed and petted Rex, dreamed
of him, fantasized about him and desperately wanted him, but dared not try
it again...  for a few months, that is!



   My New Year's Eve Knotting With Rex

   It was December 31, 2006.  I was home from college on holiday break.  At
about 7:20 PM, I said goodnight to my parents, as they finally walked out
the door to a party at a friend's home...  leaving me alone in the house
with Rex to keep me company, and help me celebrate with our own New Years
Eve party.

   When I told mom I didn't want to go to the party because I was still not
feeling very good, I failed to describe my "feelings" as being so horny I
could barely stand it.  But she agreed to let me stay home and snuggle up
on the couch in front of the TV.  I also failed to explain that I had no
intention of turning on the TV...  because I would be busy turning on Rex,
instead (like I did every time I came back from college).

   I couldn't help but smile to myself, at her last instructions.  "Now
keep the doors locked, and remember we will be back after 1 AM.  So keep
Rex inside with you tonight."

   Yes, I intended to do just that, I assured her, and told them goodnight.
I let Rex inside the house and we had fun clipping his nails, which he
always hates.  But he tolerated it.  I think he realized it was a prelude
to sex play between he and me.

   I locked all the doors, just as instructed (tee hee).  I turned the
lights down too.  I found myself humming and grinning as I went about moved
the smaller furniture out of the way.  I put the foot stool with the wheels
on it in the middle of the floor.  Then I put some thick white socks on
Rex's front paws.  He doesn't care for that very much, but has since grown
to tolerate a lotta things as a prelude to his enjoyment in his lil'
bitch...  ME !!!

   I walked upstairs to my bedroom, where it all started two months
earlier, and got undressed.  Rex was pacing around me.  He seemed to like
my smell.  He was reaching up for me to get down on my knees, and I almost
did there on the same spot where it all began, but no...  I figures the
stool would be a lot more comfortable for me, and fun for him.

   So I put on my comfy robe and walked back downstairs with Rex so close
he almost tripped me.  Then I tossed my robe over on the couch and leaned
over the foot stool with it under my tummy, and my butt up in the air.

   Rex needed no prompting.  He already knew what to do...  and seemed
eager to start!  The foot stool was soon to prove to be an adventure for
both of us.  But once he got his long penis deep inside of me; he soon
remembered, and got the hang of the stool.  Rex put the wheels to good use
in no time at all.

   I remembered to keep my hands and feet off the floor and let him do the
driving.  Boy, did he drive it home (tee hee)!  He learned how he could
push me forward with his body up against me and his penis deep inside me.
Then he would pull me right back on his long dick with his front paws, and
he seemed to go nuts with that procedure.

   My lack of total control, and being used like that was too much!  I
could feel his knot swell up inside me again.  It put enjoyable pressure
against my vaginal walls and G spot.  There I was on my tummy with Rex's
dick crammed deep inside of me...  WOW!!!  But soon we both were cuming at
the same time, and it was so awesome!

   I felt him pulsating, spraying his nice warm cum inside of me, and soon
I felt it dripping off my tummy and running down my thighs, onto the stool
and on the floor; where my feet had drooped from the spasming exhaustion.
Of course at the time, I wasn't really worried about the mess.  I only
wanted to let him spin my world around, balanced there on his huge penis
and the top of that stool.

   Though I had hardly enjoyed dancing before, I was thinking this is the
dance every gal should experience...  at least once in her lifetime.  I
have learned this all seems to work best if I just let him finish at his
own pace; because he continued to pump me slower and slower, but every once
and a while he would spray a little more inside me.

   Then he finished, got down off me and stood there with our butts tight
against each other.  I started thinking about seeing dogs "locked up" like
this and how the bitch would appear to be almost smiling.  Now I knew why!
I tried relaxing, but couldn't help but spasm, myself.  All of which,
certainly didn't help Rex to relax at all.

   After about ten minutes of our spasming, his squirting and my dripping;
we finally got apart.  As he popped out, it sounded awful.  It reminded me
of farting.  I was momentarily embarrassed by it.

   Rex was still huge when he pulled out of me, and I was completely spent.
I just slumped there on the stool and was surprised to feel his slick warm
tongue busily go to work cleaning me up back there.  I relaxed and allowed
him to continue.  I was so lulled, I actually fell asleep, there draped
over that stool.

   When I woke up, I noticed he was laying off to the side, licking himself
while I struggled to raise up off the stool and get a rag to clean myself
up.  I straightened up the room, put things back in order, and lit some
candles to assist in disguising the various sex fragrances in the room.

   After all that, I tried relaxing in front of the TV, and soon fell
asleep.  I was suddenly awaken as Rex eased his nose up under the bottom of
my robe and ended at my lap, then raised up, lifting the skirt of my robe
with him, as he put his front paws up there as well.  I guess he wasn't as
through as I'd thought.  I got up out of the chair, amused to think to
myself, "I am not as though either, it seems." I walked upstairs and he
followed me.  I stopped off at the bathroom and grabbed some towels and a
wet washcloth, and went to the bedroom and locked us in there.

   I folded up the towels and put them down on the floor, remembering how
the hard floor had hurt my knees that first time.  I put the socks bak on
Rex's front feet.  Once again I removed my robe and tossed it over on the
bed and laid an unfolded towel down underneath me; where I spread it out
and got down on all fours, with my knees comfortably placed on the folded
towels.

   I was barely there before Rex was mounting me.  He didn't even lick me
first.  I guess I was already loosened up from earlier, because he didn't
have any trouble finding the right hole or getting his doggy dick in there.
He started banging away at me.  Since I wasn't on the stool, I assumed I
would remain stationary.  But I was wrong.  I was sent on a magic carpet
ride across the hardwood floor, as he scooted me forward on the towels. 
Soon I was up against the side of my bed again, and he was pounding away
back there.

   Once again I felt him swell up snug inside of me.  Oh how I love that!
All the pressure increasing and building as he pumped.  Then he sprayed.  I
really enjoy that incredible feeling of warmth that spreads all through me
as he fills me up with his hot cum.

   I could hear the firecrackers and bottle rockets going off in the
distance as I looked up to the clock on my nightstand.  "Happy New Year
Rex, what a great way to celebrate it!"

   He continued to pulsate inside me, and spray with each spasm, and I was
doing a little spasming of my own about then.  In fact, I was actually
panting and moaning in heated emotion.

   When mom and dad got home, I was all ready for them.  Everything had
been repositioned, wiped, straightened, cleaned, or conveniently hidden
under my bed awaiting laundry day, Fabreezed or at least smelling freshly
of scented candles.

   They found me seated in front of the TV with Rex at my ankles, and both
of us appearing to be fading in and out of slumber.  I couldn't help but
giggle, when mom asked if I knew when the New Year had come in, and if I
had seen any fireworks with Rex.

   I nodded sleepily.  Though she meant on the television, I couldn't help
but think: "Cum in?  FIREWORKS?  Yes indeed!" I got up and started for my
bedroom.  Rex rushed by me, hurrying though my bedroom door.

   When mom and dad are away from the house, Rex and I often repeat our New
Years Celebration.
   Shelly