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Doggone Right (mf, dogs)
by William Will Willie Bill <LIBERTYES@prodigy.net>
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Mother never tried to keep us from finding out about sex. If we asked
her about something sexual we always got a pretty honest answer. She
even told us that having sex with a man (or boy) was enjoysble. Still,
we didn't really know much about it until 1974.
In 1974, when I was thirteen and my sis, Karen, was 15, we discovered a
book stashed under mother's bed: Nancy Friday's "My Secret Garden."
From that day on we would scurry to mom's room everytime she left the
house, grab the book and one of us would read out loud to the other. We
quickly learned new ways to masturbate, and since we slept in the same
bed, to do each other (the latter a practice usually reserved until
after mother had tucked us in and kissed us goodnight). As soon as we
were sure we were alone we would slip out of our pajama bottoms, then,
each of us would do to the other what we wanted done to ourself. Ummmm!
Within a few weeks we thought wehad learned just about everything there
was to know about sex. Even so, we became fascinated by what Nancy
Friday wrote about dogs: "Nice friendly doggies are everywhere. Even if
you don't have one, the neighbors do. And Rover is a more perfect
gentleman than most: he'll never look surprised at something you may ask
him to do, never make you feel ashamed, and will never, never talk."
And he'll never get us pregnant or give us a sexually transmitted
disease. Also, he's always available for our pleasure, always.
Nine tenths of the way through the book we read the letter from Esther
in Friday's book, and that's when we really found out about how to make
it with a dog and our lives really began to change. We had a terrier
named Skip. Looking back I now know that Skip was a horney little
devil, and lucky for us that he was. Every time we dressed or
undressed, Skip would hump one of our legs. We had always kicked him
away before, but now that quickly changed. In case you haven't read
Esther's letter, I'll quote a few passages.
"I have let our boxer screw me many times as we traveled, much, I am
sure, to the surprise of passing truck divers, who must have wondered
what a large dog was doing with his paws on the back of the front seat.
Our present dog is the third one, and he should be good for five or six
years. The first two were German Shepherds,and we have trained all of
them (to lick my pussy and fuck me). Until the kids went away to
college, dog screwing was mostly reserved for special occasions,
although I had cunnilingus often (let the dog lick my cunt to orgasm).
I kept the dogs satisfied with masturbation, and when Bill was there to
help guard against being surprised, I would felliate them" (suck their
cocks).
The next time mom went shopping, Beth and I lost no time getting
naked. Sure enough, Skip began humping my leg. This time, instead of
kicking him away, I got down on my back and spred my legs. Skip lost no
time mounting me and his penis began to slide rapidly up and down the
slit in my cunt, electrifying my sex! He humped away frantically for
about five minutes, and suddenly, his pink, stiff prick slid into my
vagina. I yelped at the new feeling (good) and began lifting my hips up
to meet his thrusts, and that's when I learned about the lover's knot
that every dog gets when he fucks. A large knot swells up near the end
of his cock after he cums. Perhaps you've seen a male dog "hung up"
inside a female. He can't get his cock out because, with the knot, it
is too large!
When Skip pulled out of me after he had spurted me full of hot cum, it
hurt like hell because of the knot, and I had blood trickling down my
ass. Skip had broken my cherry! After a few minutes rest, Skip was
able to mount Karen and give her the fuck of her young life.
Time passed. We let boys fuck us when we thought we were in love, and
eventually we both were married and now after that first go with Skip
more than twenty years ago, we both have children and never think of
dogging it. That is, we never thought of it until last summer.
I hated my job and was determined to get another one more suitable to
be. Early in the summer I went for an interview. After filling out the
usual papers, I was called in to talk to the owner, a nice looking
brunette woman, a little on the hefty side, probably about fifty. She
was very nice, and after the usual questions and answers she popped a
big one. "Do you enjoy having sex?" Blushing, I said, "Oh, sure.
Doesn't everybody?" She smiled and then for the next 20 minutes we
spoke of nothing but sex and the many different ways to do it. So much
so that I felt myself getting turned on. Then the climax.
"I'm glad you approve of sex and enjoy it, for that will make this job
easier. You see, we fill a need in the marketplace. A need unknown to
most. If you accept this job you will become a trainer teaching males
how to do it. It pays very well, but best of all it enables you to have
lots of sex without being untrue to your husband. Interested?"
Naturally, I thought she was offering some sort of prostitution, but I
was wrong, very wrong. It turned out that there's a big market for
trained dogs. For dogs trained to lick pussy and fuck women! Right.
She wanted me to train dogs to please the ladies, to lick their pussy
and fuck them. I said no, but the nice lady insisted that I think it
over, and if possible, go with her for a visit at their training
facility. In the end, I agreed.
On the way to the facility which which is only a few miles away and
still in King county, she told me thatthe reason they were hiring a
trainer was because their only one was leaving with her husband who had
been transferred to another state. The facility was in a nice looking
building. The front office was just like most offices and was complete
with a receptionist, a pretty girl just out of high school, Lisa. We
went through a door marked "No Admittance" and there the resemblance to
a modern office ceased.
A long corridor was lined with dog pens, all spacious, nice and clean.
I counted 14 such cubicles, and at the far end, a large room marked
"Training." The training room was actually four rooms and once you
entered you had the distinct impression that you were in a house. There
was a living room, a kitchen, a bedroom and a bath, all very well
furnished. I accepted the job and this became my kingdom.
I'm just starting my sixth month and I love every minute of it.
Basically, what I do 4 hours a day, 5 days a week is have
sex...actually, train dogs to have sex with women (with me). Would it
surprise you to know that there's hundreds of wealthy women willing to
pay up to $10,000 for one of our dogs? My pay is $125 an hour, which
comes to $2,500 a week!
Some of the dogs have really large cocks and I love having them slam
into my cunt, but don't sell the smaller dogs short. Some of the best
fuckers have cocks no larger than a man's finger, but oh how they can
fuck! I spend about 30 minutes every day with each of the 14 dogs in
training, which means I get dog fucked at least 28 times. Any dog can
do it, but if you want my sure-fire method of teaching dogs to fuck
women. . .