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 Well, after I broke up with Ron, I didn't date anyone until my freshman
year in college.  I dated about five guys, but nothing serious happened.  I
did have sex with three of them, and it wasn't bad.  But it wasn't great,
either.  I didn't know it, but I was still in love, or at least in lust,
for Thor, the magnificent Rottweiler.  As for Ron, I never saw him again.

   My mother and father had been divorced ever since I was fourteen.  The
divorce was not bitter; at least it didn't seem so to me.  I spent a lot of
time with my Dad.  My mom didn't mind, and I remained close with both.  I
lived with my Mom, though.

   After my freshman year in college, I decided to spend the summer with my
Dad.  My Mom approved, as she was seeing a guy and this would allow her to
spend more time with him.  My Dad was still playing the divorcee field.

   My Dad lived in a nice cozy townhouse on the other side of town.  The
development had a pool and tennis courts, as well as a walking and jogging
path.  I used to jog in the morning, before work, and swim about every
other day.  The place was pretty compact, but was nice.

   I got a summer job at a nearby mall, and I could walk to work.  It
wasn't all that great.  The store sold cosmetics and bath sets for women.
The mall was nice, I had a good boss, and the job paid enough to give me
some spending money and allow me to put away a little for school.

   The problem I had wasn't with the job.  It was with Dad's next-door
neighbor, a nice retired gent whose wife had died about three years ago. 
He was a friendly fellow about sixty-five years old, balding, with a bushy
moustache, and a huge belly.  He always had a smile on his face and a
greeting for everyone.  He was a really nice elderly man.  The problem I
had with him was that he owned a male dog.  He owned an Akita.

   Now, for those of you not familiar with the Akita, it is a large working
dog that originated Japan.  A full-grown male can reach one hundred thirty
pounds.  They are active and aggressive.  And they like women.  They are
beautiful, with their fur, which is thick and heavy, displaying varying
colors.  I will call the retired gent Richard and his dog Kyoto.  It was
full-grown and very active.  Its fur was light brown on its back, white
everywhere else, and had a dark face.  The creature was lovely.  And I
became instantly curious.

   My web searches on bestiality had turned up a lot of porn and very few
facts.  But I was able to find some.  And what I found was that dogs who
have been trained as work dogs or guard dogs tended to be aggressive, and
also tended to view women as a female dog.  Rottweilers and Akitas were
part of this group.  I also found out that there were a small percentage of
women who enjoyed being a bitch.  I was beginning to wonder if I was one of
those women.

   The trouble started one day when I was jogging.  Richard was out walking
Kyoto.  Kyoto was usually very well behaved and did not need a leash.  But
when he saw me running, he charged.  I stopped and faced him.  I was afraid
that I would be bitten.  Instead, Kyoto stuck his nose in between my legs!

   I was wearing a jog bra and running shorts.  All that running shorts
consist of is a nylon outer short, slit to the waist, and an attached
lightweight cotton panty.  So the dog was able to get a decent lick.  I
turned bright red, smiled, and reached down a grabbed the dog.  Richard
merely smiled and walked toward us.  By the time he got there and called
the dog, I was shaking like a leaf and giggling.  Richard merely smiled and
said, "Sorry about that."

   The second event was three days later.  Both my father and Richard had
patios, not decks.  I was walking back from the pool after a nice swim.  I
had on a bikini and a t-shirt for a cover-up.  Richard and the Akita were
sitting on the patio.  I walked by and said hello.  The Kyoto waited a few
seconds, until I was a bit past him, then jumped up, ran towards me, and
stuck his nose between my legs again.  I feel forward to all fours, and
Kyoto was in doggy heaven.  I think Richard took his good old time getting
to me, calling the dog, and helping me up.  In fact, although I did not
know it, he was enjoying the show.

   "Sorry," said Richard, smiling as he helped me up, "it seems as though
Kyoto has taken a fancy to you."

   Well, I was as red as a cherry and shaking all over.  And I was aroused.
I think at that point I had fallen for Kyoto.  I really didn't know what to
say, so I just sort of blurted, "Well, yes, he has.  And he is a lovely
dog."

   "You know, Christine," said Richard smiling down at me, "certain dogs
that have been bred for work and guard desire a woman.  And it is good for
them to have one on occasion.  It has been noted, but never been
scientifically proven, that a dog know if a woman has been taken by another
dog.  Have you been taken?"

   Well, at that remark, I looked down at the ground.  I was unbelievably
embarrassed.  When I looked at the ground, the first thing I saw was Kyoto,
sitting, with an erection.  I shivered, twitched, and blushed some more.  I
looked up at Richard and smiled.  But I could not answer him.

   "I see you have," said Richard, a huge grin on his face.  "Well, it's
nothing to be ashamed of.  Kyoto is available if you wish to try him.  I
only ask that I be allowed to watch.  Let me know if you are interested."

   I think I managed and "Okay," and then hurried into the house.  I took a
quick shower and had a cup of tea.  I needed to think.  Was I that obvious?
Yes, I must have been.  And one fact remained.  Although the five guys I
had fucked in college had given me pleasure, none of them made me climax.
And Thor me had crawling the walls and then put me through the roof.

   Three days later I was jogging again.  I saw Kyoto and Richard.  I
looked around; there was no one else on the path.  The three of us were
alone.  I slowed to a walk and approached them.  When I bent over to
scratch Kyoto, his nose found my crotch.  I spread my legs a bit, shivered,
gasped, and looked at Richard.  "Tomorrow night?" I said.

   He nodded yes.  I let the dog lick me for a few seconds more and then
continued on my run.

   The next night I finished work and got home about nine-thirty.  My dad
was out for the evening.  I took a quick shower and put on a pair of
shorts, panties, and a t-shirt.  I had a quick cup of tea and then went to
Richard's.  He smiled and greeted me.  Kyoto was ecstatic.  He couldn't
keep away from me.

   I stripped pretty quickly.  Richard told me how beautiful I was and
asked if he could touch me for a few seconds.  He felt my breasts, tweaked
my nipples, and teased my mound, inserting a finger and making sure I was
good and wet.  This didn't arouse me; I was already quite aroused.

   I got on all fours and began to smack my ass, calling to the dog.  Kyoto
approached, sniffed the air, and gave out with a low growl.  I shivered all
over.  Then he went to work with his tongue.

   I was shaking like a leaf.  Richard had slid a small footstool
underneath my tummy to give me some support.  It also gave him an excuse to
play with my nipples.  I liked nipple play, so I wasn't about to complain.

   When Kyoto mounted me, he had trouble finding my opening.  I gently
reached back and guided him inside me, and had my first orgasm of the
evening.

   This was a new experience for me.  An Akita is different from a
Rottweiler.  First of all, the penis of an Akita has a slight bend, which
feels quite nice.  Secondly, the Rottweiler will fuck hard and fast, cum,
hold a bit, tie, and then release.  The Akita holds his penis inside you
for a few minutes, and then pumps very hard and fast, finally cumming and
knotting.  Its knot is not all that large, but it holds it inside of you
for a long time, all the while squirting sperm.  I found the change
delightful.  Which one did I like better?  It's like comparing apples and
oranges.  I liked them both.

   Kyoto kept on me for about fifteen minutes, when he finally started to
whine a bit and pull his knot out.  Richard got him to relax, and out it
came.  I had my second climax when Kyoto knotted me.  When he released, I
rolled off the footstool and lay on my back.  I was very, very happy.

   Richard teased me a bit about so much dog saliva, precum, and semen
between my legs.  I just giggled at him.  In a few minutes I got up and
used his bathroom to clean myself.  I was still a bit shaky.  Kyoto went
off to another room to clean himself.

   Richard asked me if I would put on my panties.  He had always liked to
look at girls in panties.  I obliged.  I thought that he would want to have
sex with me after Kyoto was done, but I was wrong.  Richard liked to watch.

   I would service Kyoto at intervals throughout the summer and during my
college years.  Richard began to buy me panties (I am a size 5) and I
developed quite a collection.  Kyoto would nicely complement some
activities a started my sophomore year in college.  I had become a true
bitch, in the correct sense of the word.