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Gone to the Dogs (F, dog)
by Sandy Duncun


Sandy had always been interested in dogs and horses. 
For as long as she could remember she had owned one or 
more dogs. Her introduction to the birds and the bees, 
as a matter of fact, was through them.

When she was twelve she came home from school early and 
heard noises in the basement. Upon peeking down the 
stairs she saw her mother and father with two dogs. 
Their male dog had climbed on the back of their female.

Sandy remembered that both dogs had acted funny around 
that time, the male was always trying to climb on her 
leg. Her parents always got angry and shooed him away.

The dog was making quick, little funny thrusting 
motions with his haunches. Sandy almost cried out for 
him to stop, but noticed her mother and father were 
also acting funny.

Her father had a bulge in the front of his pants and 
her mother was rubbing herself between her legs. Sandy 
froze while the dogs were continuing their silly 
activity when suddenly her mother reached over and 
opened her father's belt and pants. As they fell to the 
floor, she grabbed his underwear and also pulled then 
down. Her mother had problems with these because he had 
something red and very, very funny looking sticking out 
in front. Her father didn't have the same slit between 
his legs that she did.

Whatever was wrong, her mother apparently was going to 
correct it because she tried to pull her husnand's 
growth off. She apparently couldn't do it because she 
soon stopped and knelt down and tried to bite it off. 
All this time her father stood there seemingly 
unconcerned. Suddenly he grabbed her mother and all but 
tore her slacks off. He yanked them down to the floor 
along with her panties. She appeared to be normal in 
the front, but she did have hair between her legs 
(Sandy had seem that once before).

Apparently, since her mother couldn't pull or bite the 
growth off she tried a very strange thing. She tried to 
grab it with her legs. About this time they both kind 
of crumpled to the floor. Sandy could no longer see 
them then, but they sure were breathing hard. After no 
more than thirty seconds, while Sandy was trying to 
figure out how to see what they were doing, her father 
let out a loud grunt and her mother yelled, "Damn, you 
just never can wait, can you!"

He let out some expletives Sandy had never heard before 
and, based upon the angry reaction, he may even have 
hit her mother. Her mother, however, replied in kind. 
When they got up, the growth had shrunk down to much 
smaller proportions, but their anger was clearly 
evident. That was a side of her parents she had no 
interest in learning more about. All this time the dogs 
were still playing their funny game. Sandy split when 
her father let loose a roundhouse kick aimed at their 
male dog, and her mother yelled, "Even HE is better 
than you!"

Later she passed this scene along to her friends at 
school. One of the girls gave a knowing look and 
explained the "technical details" to all present.

Time passed. Sandy entered and left high school, doing 
the boys' scene in between. But she could never find 
any of them she really liked. The boys seemed mainly 
interested in the other girls with big, gross Hollywood 
figures.

Sandy was quite lovely, in a plain sort of way. Her 
medium height and average "build" never attracted a 
great deal of attention. Her short, soft brown hair 
seemed to be just the perfect adornment to her simple 
beauty. Her legs were long and delicately molded. But 
her most radiant feature, her exquisitely beautiful 
face, was totally lost in her circle of friends 
interested in money (girls), boobs (boys), pussies 
(boys) and cocks (boys and girls).

After high school she tried several menial secretarial 
jobs. The older men she met were much more appreciative 
of her striking good looks and pleasant personality 
than the immature boys. She had no trouble attracting 
mature men. She was, therefore, able to have her pick 
of them, her choice of attributes. She chose the most 
important, money.

Marrying an older man had its advantages, not excluding 
physical lovemaking. Sandy did not enjoy dominating OR 
being dominated by men or other women. Younger men were 
always more interested in pleasing themselves than in 
her. She enjoyed sensitive and sharing men. She found 
that trait much more common in older men, particularly 
when in bed. But money decided it.

Well into her thirties now, she was enjoying the 
"fruits" of her labor, an easy and free life of 
leisure. Her husband had to spend much of his time out 
of town on business, but this was not totally without 
reward. But even when he was home Sandy always received 
total freedom.

During her leisure time she had developed a keen 
interest in animal rights and animal rights people, 
particularly Jim. Although she was never a real fan of 
these people, her attraction to Jim was immediate and 
heartfelt. Jim was more than a rightist, he was kind 
and tender soul. She had never met anyone like Jim, 
tall, relatively angular and, oh, so gentle AND 
passionate.

Jim and Sandy became delightful lovers. They took great 
pains to share their feelings and passions with each 
other. Their romance was total, but without hurt to any 
other person. Her relationship with her husband did not 
change with the possible exceptions that she was more 
accepting and forgiving.

With Jim's help Sandy gradually accumulated several 
stray dogs. She had developed a concern for the over-
population problem so she had always had her dogs 
neutered. Her most recent one was a magnificent Golden 
Retreaver, Sam, a give-up, which she hadn't neutered 
yet.

One day Jim called and invited her on a rescue mission. 
A bitch in heat was terrorizing a residential 
neighborhood. When they finally located the desperado 
she turned out to be a miniature dachshund that was too 
low to accommodate the great males following her. Their 
frustration was indescribable. Sandy carried the 
hooligan on her lap while Jim drove away. Jim dropped 
Sandy at her home while he took the dog to a shelter.

Her greeting from Sam was surprisingly enthusiastic, 
but she chalked it up to youth.

Sandy was bushed so she decided to turn in early. 
Without even changing she plopped into a nearby chair, 
stretched out and dozed.

Soon she was aroused from her nap to find Sam totally 
covering her. His huge face was within inches of hers, 
his strong front legs straddled and effectively pinned 
her to the chair. The immediate sensation was stark 
fear. As she strained to get up she became aware of the 
fact that Sam wasn't attacking her, he was humping her 
in no uncertain terms. Unfortunately for him Sandy's 
slacks were a decided impediment.

She realized that there was no danger for her well 
being, but she wasn't exactly sure how San was going to 
feel, she could see his frustration in his movements. 
Deciding to play along with him she figured that a 
helping hand was called for.

She reached down to remedy the situation. But low and 
behold, she didn't encounter the pencil-thin penis she 
that she had expected. Although it was not of major 
proportions its one inch diameter of glistening smooth 
strength was an unexpected surprise.

Expertly she allowed her hand to gently caress the 
stiff rod and to gradually accumulate enough lubricant 
to be merciful. Although the diameter was not large the 
length was magnificent. It felt like it was over a foot 
long (although Sandy's estimates in this sort of thing 
were not perfect). As she eased her hand comfortably 
around his penis, Sam was encouraged, and renewed his 
efforts. His rear-end continued its short, but 
insistent, strokes.

Sandy felt giddy with the feeling of forbidden 
perversion. She knew that if anyone saw what she was 
doing they'd think she was sick. But she also felt 
giddy with lust. Jim wasn't here. And they hadn't had 
sex in over a week. She was horny as hel, and Sam 
wasn't helping matters humping away at her hand like 
that. Sandy thought, Why not? But how? Sam was not 
about to stop. Oh, well, these young males. (It proved 
her point, didn't it?)

Bit-by-bit his humping became more resolute. His end 
was near. By squeezing her hand in time with his quick 
strokes he became frantic. (Had she created a monster? 
Yes she had, she smiled to her self, some monster!)

Mercifully, one last plunge by Sam and the deed was 
done. Hot, slimy doggy-cum sprayed on Sandy's clothes, 
but neither Sam nor Sandy cared. One last firm squeeze 
extracted a squeal of unabashed joy from Sam. No bitch 
ever did that for him before, she thought.

After a very long time, to Sandy, Sam descended from 
his dominant position over Sandy. His gratitude was 
apparent.

At this point Sandy remembered how tired she was. She 
would have liked to invite Jim over for a discussion 
about animal's sex drives, but she thought better of 
it. Tossing her clothes in the hamper she quickly won 
the debate to skip pajamas. A quick visit to the 
bathroom brought her within an instant of bed. One 
thing stood in her way - Sam.

A gentle pat on the head wasn't going to satisfy Sam 
this time. Although the clothes she had worn were gone 
the smell must have lingered or something. So Sandy sat 
down on the bed and held his huge head in her soft warm 
and bare lap.

Sam loved it. He snuggled in closer and burrowed his 
nose right into her crotch. Sandy was a little taken 
aback at first, but, "Well, what the hell," she 
thought.

Imperceptibly she started to spread her lovely legs. 
Sam encouraged this by burrowing in deeper. His cold 
nose caused a shock to her, but not nearly as much as 
his long slobbery tongue. This sopping organ was 
definitely intent on exploring the region around 
Sandy's crotch. At first, she said, "Enough", but Sam 
would not hear of it.

Then his hot tongue found her clitoris. Shock waves of 
passion boiled up in her. It was too much. She gently 
held his head in her arms and lay back to enjoy it. If 
only Jim could see her now.

She had always thought that a dog's tongue was rough, 
but his didn't feel that way or, at least, his saliva 
certainly smoothed the rough spots. Sam was being 
exceeding gentle. A few gentle flutters on her clitoris 
would raise Sandy's lovely, smooth, curved ass off the 
bed in pure ecstasy. Then he would descend and send his 
remarkably long tongue deep into her vagina. That 
deeply delicious, warm moist cavern of sensuousness. A 
few long, slow and deep strokes would fire Sandy to 
fever pitch, then he would shift back to her lovely 
little pink clitoris. In between he would wonder all 
around her pubic area, pausing here and there to devote 
particular attention. The feelings being generated 
inside Sandy were unmistakable and uncontrollable and 
delicious.

"Jim, Jim, come into me," she said as she reached down 
to pull her lover up to her. As if on cue, Sam rose up, 
placed a quick and gentle lick on each breast and 
gentle placed his front paws next to her. She could 
feel his warm furry belly lower onto her delightful, 
silky-smooth, pink-skinned body.

She reached down to help Sam enter her, gently 
caressing his splendid penis. She felt down the silky 
and slimy-clean shaft to the sheath and the source of 
his mighty rod. Sam's short, quick strokes of fervor 
anxiously sought home. Sandy selfishly restrained him 
from his appointed task. Her hands surveyed all of that 
splendid shaft.

The "business end" was designed for "rough-field" use, 
much more to-the-point than a man's. The excessively 
slippery lubricant also aided in the dog's life full of 
casual and hectic encounters. But these features only 
made the pending union more fascinating to Sandy.

As her hand again slid down the shaft taking in all the 
various dips and curves formed by veins filled to 
capacity, her hunger for it overtook her curiosity. But 
even before she could help, Sam's fantastic and warmly 
glowing penis entered the glory cave. Both Sam and 
Sandy groan in unison as the marvelous tool sunk deep 
into her. Sam's short, lusting-animal jabs magically 
transformed into long, exquisitely deep, impassioned 
caresses. As each stroke lengthened Sandy could feel 
Sam's glorious penis grow and expand to fill her. The 
feeling was overwhelming. Sandy cried out in passion 
for Jim.

"Deeper, Jim, deeper. I want all of you in me. Fill me 
with your whole self, Jim." Sandy's gorgeous legs 
leisurely enveloped the active loins to ensure Sam's 
continuance. With cautious insistence she hurried Sam 
along his well-laid path. When her height of emotion 
just reached its peak she reached out will her whole 
self and brought the passionately panting dog to her. 
Together they howled their climaxes. A final thrust 
lodged the magnificent penis fully into Sandy. His 
semen and juices shot forth into her with all the 
passion pent up inside them.

As Sandy gradually fought back against the tide of 
sensuality to full consciousness she heard a faint 
noise in the room. Sam's panting had ceased, but the 
distinct clap of applause filled her ears. Her eye's 
open to see Jim, with the biggest, sweetest smile she 
had seen since after the first time they had made 
passionate love together.

"Bravo. Bravo. Encore. More. More."

"Jim! How long have you been here."

"Long enough to have learned the lesson that I should 
have your dogs neutered before you let them in the 
house, Sandy. Is it my turn?"

"Yes, yes."

In a flash, Jim had removed his own clothes. In one 
swift motion, he lifted Sandy up and placed her in the 
middle of the bed. He sat cross-legged next to her, 
soaking up the exquisite beauty lying before him.

"The Creator made an appalling mistake when he 
disallowed us to make mad, passionate love remotely so 
we could see the beauty of the human body," he said.

Agreeing, she sat up in front of him. As Jim reached 
out to gently cup her small, but luscious, breasts in 
his warm hands, Sandy extended her hand and caressed 
his nipples. A slow, fervent kiss exchanged lips 
several times. Cautiously, at first, their tongues 
explored, as their hands softly and hesitantly 
meandered among the newly found hills and valleys of 
each other. Their nipple stood at rigid attention, hers 
being like lovely, ruby flowers stretching out to Jim. 
He paused a moment to delicately plant a warm, moist 
kiss on each sweet breast. Their fingers continued to 
enjoy their romp as children at play.

One of his hands crept up to stroke Sandy's hair and 
fell lovingly to gently massage her shoulders and back 
of the neck and ear; the other stole lower to her 
delicately smooth, creamy white inner thigh and 
delicately inched to her pubic area, rich in erotic 
senses. It was still dripping wet with Sam's seminal 
fluids, but it bothered him not. He gently traced the 
contours of her pubic mound and tangled his fingers 
lovingly in her hair. He leaned over and plucked a 
small, perfect, white daisy from a vase next to the bed 
and wound the stem amongst the fur. He then tenderly 
frolicked over the mons and cautiously ventured 
further.

Her hands were far from idle as she caressed his chest 
and arms and followed the soft fur down towards the 
deep and dark nether regions. As she reached the mound 
of soft hair surrounding his soft and pliable penis, it 
began to increase. Slowly at first, then quickly it 
grew and expanded until it became a quivering rod 
proudly and majestically upright in the forest for all 
to see. With supreme sensitiveness she slid the 
foreskin back to expose the glistening head at which 
she always marveled.

Her finger traced the edges of the glans around and 
followed it up to the narrow closed orifice. Oh, so, 
gently she lifted his forbidding penis up and looked it 
head on. Her soft fingers then touched a large 
serpentine vein and followed it full length, wondering 
lazily as she went. When she reached the root, the 
source of the enormous organ's strength, she extended 
her hand until she totally enveloped the rigid staff. 
The other hand stole down still lower to the testicles. 
In the heat of passion they were loose and pliable. As 
she valiantly tried to capture and hold one Jim caused 
her to start.

He had found her clitoris, her blood-rich bud, flower, 
seat of driving passion. But not until after he had 
deliciously sought the hidden depths of her creamy pink 
vagina, the love-shrine. Sam's fluid was perfect to 
moisten and lubricate his touch. With exquisite care 
and tenderness he surrounded her exquisitely sensitive 
flower and caressed every crevice and tip. Sandy gave a 
reflex intake as he reached the tip. Her moans were 
equaled only by his. Jim dallied with trembling hand as 
shivers of passion waved through Sandy's graceful body.

Together they lavished joyful touch upon tender touch 
on each other as they shared this exquisitely lovely 
and passionate moment. As their soft and gentle 
frolicking continued their breathing meshed into one.

Imperceptibly each clung to the other. At no time did 
their eyes wander from each other, being constantly 
focused on their finger's meanderings, awed by the 
innocent and sweet "children" at play in their 
enchanted meadow.

As one they looked at each other as if to verify that 
their time was now. The electricity of the moment was 
awesome.

Their eyes again dropped as Sandy untangled her lovely 
long legs and laid them on either side of Jim. They 
played as a perfect team. As one of his hands continued 
his caress of her neck and back, the other alternated 
between his tender awakening of her clitoris and 
sensitive probing of her warm cave of joyful love. 
Simultaneously, one of her hands sought Jim's back and 
pulled him closer and the other continued the game of 
tag with his testes.

As passion overtook them she slipped her hand up once 
more to his turgid, pulsing penis and as Jim open 
slightly her vagina she allowed the softly rounded head 
to run around the lips ever perceptually creeping 
closer to the warm, dark cave, as her flowing juices 
graciously covered the magnificently erect crown.

They both watched in utter amazement as the now self-
activated penis followed the lead shown him. With faint 
help from Jim and Sandy the splendid shaft slowly sank 
out of sight. As if watch departing friends, Sandy and 
Jim gave pause when Jim was totally immersed inside of 
Sandy.

Only then did they look up to gaze into each other's 
eyes.

With a sly grin Jim said, "What now, the best part is 
over?"

Sandy smiled back and said, "Let's just wait and see."

Snuggling closer, they remained locked, totally 
engaged.

She squirmed and uttered a delightful squeal, "Jim, it 
has never been like this before. Can we keep this 
moment?" The rhetorical question went unanswered.

Still lovingly gazing at each other, they sat linked in 
ecstasy for close to fifteen minutes. Then at a moment 
totally without sign, Sandy whispered, "It is time."

With nearly imperceptible movement they began the dance 
of love that could only end their delight.

With obvious reluctance the engorged and turgid rod 
emerged from its comfortable home for a short moment 
and then disappeared again with relish into the inner 
reaches of pleasure. Each removal, sheer agony; each 
return, utter elation.

As the gentle rhythms of their swaying pelvises 
gradually increased in intensity, their breathing took 
on a certain urgency. With the heavy breathing their 
pelvic pumping followed suit. The dogged clutch-release 
of Sandy exactly tuned to the earnest thrust-lingering 
withdrawal of Jim's hips. His magnificently sturdy and 
shimmering penis, never flailing, begged to remain 
inside Sandy, but it was not to be...yet. The fluid 
noises of their combined juices, a slight bed-centered 
squeak and their passionate breathing were the only 
sounds.

Precisely on cue their breathing became more like 
grunts and groans as the heated motion of their bodies 
became more spontaneous and impulsive and less 
restrained.

As their exertion approached the agonizing stage (to a 
casual observer) the sensuous groans became a constant 
barrage of erotic and carnal grunts. Sandy attempted to 
control the fantastic thrusts of Jim, just to make them 
linger, but to no avail. For one instant Jim withdrew 
his towering, flaming rod and then blindly plunged 
himself to the hilt into Sandy. This last gigantic 
heave brought Jim into the previously unreached inner 
sanctum of Sandy.

Simultaneously, he erupted with a monstrous and 
guttural primeval cry. Sandy fought her urge to scream 
and only partially succeeded. A shrill wail of ecstasy 
bubbled from her lips along with the cry, "Oh, no, God! 
Don't let it be finished! Bring it back." Their 
simultaneous cataclysmic orgasm gushed. An enormous 
mass of semen, seemingly Jim's total life's energy, 
spewed forth to penetrate every cranny. As he strove to 
extract the last vital drop in her, she clung for dear 
life with her graceful long legs and lithe arms 
enfolding him. Their juices became too much to hold; 
their virtual life fluids flowed freely over them and 
the bed.

With utter joy, they lay spent in each other's arms for 
more than a half an hour.

Only then did they notice that Sam was sitting on the 
bed wagging his tale furiously, with a huge erection. 
They both laughed.

But on this note we will leave the happy couple, er, 
menage a trois, for that is another story...