Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: stasya@qnet.com (stasya)
Subject: Weekend Camping Trip (m-bitch,best,zoophilia)
Date: Tue, 22 Aug 1995 21:43:39 GMT

[This is an original story posted by the author. As always, I retain
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			 Weekend Camping Trip

	I wake with the morning sun gently peeking through the pine
trees. I'm still groggy from the all night lovemaking session with my
lover. In fact, I'm semi-hard and still coupled with her. Too tired to
do more than think about what happened last night, I admire my lover's
beautiful body, savor the feel of my dick in her cunt and go back to
sleep with images of last night's passion to insure pleasant dreams.

				* * *

	Yesterday. The first time that I've been able to plan an
overnight camping trip in what seems like forever. My bitch and I have
been together for years now. Lovers since her first heat. We both love
the outdoors and camping. Unfortunately, job pressure has allowed
nothing more than quick weekend day trips to relax in the mountains.
With all of the people 'getting away' these days, we've been lucky to
get more intimate than a quick feel now and again.

	Anything more intimate has been a virtual impossibility. I
don't know who is more frustrated by this, me or her. Many's the time
on day hikes that she has approached me for something more than hugs
and pets. AND, been very disappointed when I gently tell her no, not
now. The look in her eyes is always heartbreaking. The resigned snort
of frustration tells me better than any words how she feels. I laugh,
get a doggy grin in return and we then continue with our day's
activities.

	Sure, we both enjoy ourselves at home. But, sex outdoors with
your lover is special. There is a feeling of being one with nature
that makes it so rewarding.

	As I grab the always ready backpack from the closet, my lover
opens one eye and watches me from where she lays on the bed. When I
get out the tent we use on overnight trips she decides to get up and
express more interest in things.

	When the sleeping bag goes on the table the room is suddenly
filled with a blur of excited bitch that now paces from the bedroom to
the front door. I am being urged to hurry up now.

	Since I'm still naked, I'm also being prodded with a nose and
tongue in my genitals. Laughing, it's all I can do to finish putting
the pack together. Lick, snort, bounce on bed, stop in doorway, look
over shoulder, flag me by moving her tail to one side and displaying
for me, front door and repeat the cycle. When I finally finish
checking the ties, it's 'come here beautiful' and I open my arms to be
knocked backwards onto the bed by one very excited and willing bitch.

	After a short time nuzzling each other, I tell her

				* * *

	As we travel towards the mountains, I think about where we're
going to spend our time together. Actually, I know where we're going.
Many years ago, a woman friend and I found a small clearing well off
the normal hiking routes. We had met while hiking and impulsively
decided to join up for the weekend.

	After comparing notes, we decided to do some off-the-track
exploring in some areas that neither one of us was willing to explore
alone. We hit it off quite well and her dog and my bitch seemed to get
along with each other as well. I think, too, that even then we had
suspicions about each other. I remember glancing at her and surprising
a sort of half-smile several times. I'm sure she did the same thing
when she watched me. Both dogs were sometimes pretty obvious about
things and neither one of us really got upset about it.

	Since then, our friendship became love and we are old,
comfortable lovers. We're both comfortable with our lifestyles and
neither one of us has married. We've discussed it and decided to go on
as we are. Over the years, on the times we do get together, it's
become a shared joke.

	Anyway, we found this little clearing way back in the hills.
Over the years, neither one of us has seen any evidence that other
people have found it. If they have, they leave it as clean and
untouched as we do. We have an unspoken agreement to never bring
anyone else to it. This is OURS! There are several ways to get to it
and some of them are fairly close to where I can park the jeep. Today,
though, I've decided to park the jeep at the home of some friends who
live nearby and then hike in the long way. I have the 2-way radio with
me (always) and I plan to be in the hills for several days. Also, I've
already called ahead and advised them of my plans for an extended stay
and the general area I'll be hiking in.

	As an on call search-and-rescue member, I'm depressingly aware
of how few people think that far ahead. There have been a couple of
times I happened to be already in the area when someone has had
problems. Happily, most times things turn out ok. When they don't,
both of us are depressed for days afterwards. Especially when we were
the ones to find them. Needless to say, my backpack contains a
stripped down version of my full search kit.

	As I unload and get ready to go, she does all her usual dog
type stuff and gets reacquainted with my friends. Finally, I'm set and
off we go.

				* * *

	We've met some old friends and made some new ones on the way
in. The campsite is set up, we've both had dinner and we've relaxed by
our fire. (Note to the novice: don't do any serious cooking at a
campfire while nude. More than the food can get burned!) The whole
trip in, she's been giving me 'the look'. We both know what's coming.
Do you have any idea how hard it can be to hike long distance with an
almost permanent hardon? I would have loved nothing more than to stop
somewhere at the start of the trail and slam my dick into her and fuck
my brains out. Sigh. No real good places to be found. And don't think
I haven't looked. Oh well, the thought of several days alone with her
more than makes up for the frustration. I think the damn bitch has
been deliberately goading me. She's GOT to be as frustrated as I am!

	There is no finesse or gentleness as I take her for the first
time. After licking her to get some lubrication, I kneel behind her
and use my hand to get my dick started in her. Her vulva and muscles
are quivering with excitement.

	As I slam into her, I feel her legs tense and she slams
herself backward at the same time. This is pure, animal, LUST! Both of
us want satisfaction. AND we want it as soon as possible. The years
have shown us that there will be time for prolonged loving later. I
think both of us are unaware of our surroundings.

	As I drive myself, her muscles are spasming continuously. It
feels like only seconds and certainly only minutes when I grunt, drive
myself forward and spasmodically lock myself to her. My orgasm
explodes through me. I sag when I finally release my grip and collapse
to the ground on my back. She dances away from me and quivers and
shakes. If I didn't know better, I would assume she's gone into
convulsions.

	As she shakes, some of my come goes flying as it drips from
her. As I watch, I get glimpses of her vulva. It's spasming and
twitching with an intensity I haven't seen in a long time. As for me,
I'm exhausted physically and mentally. I'm oozing semen still. In
fact, I feel like I want to pass out. My awareness fades and surges as
I slowly realize that I have released tension I wasn't aware I
suffered.

	As I fade off into a nap, I am aware of a warn furry body
lying down next to me and a warn tongue carefully caressing me as my
bitch lover cleans me.

				* * *

	When I wake, I raise my head and look towards my feet. I smile
when I realize my lover has worked my legs slightly apart and slept
between them with her head lying along the join of my leg and body.
She lies on her side with her long powerful legs across one of mine. I
savor the feel of her fur on my balls and penis.

	As she feels me move, those beautiful eyes open and our
thoughts flow together. We both smile at each other. Without a word or
gesture other than smiles, we know that it's going to be a long,
loving time together. This is what allows us to survive in that
maddening place called civilization. We have learned to hide how we
feel about each other in public. She becomes the well trained working
dog and I become her well qualified handler and trainer. No displays
of sexual attraction for each other in public except when she's in
season and then she displays for everyone regardless. I think she
finds it amusing then. No, I KNOW she finds it amusing then. I've seen
the big grin on her face and the smile in her eyes.

	And the little moves that tell me 'see, I'm horny as hell and
want sex. I'm teasing everybody else, but THIS is for YOU!' It has to
be choice on her part. I've seen her grab male dogs half again her
size and bodyslam them to the ground when they get too persistent.
This when she's in the most receptive part of her cycle. A time when
all of the conventional wisdom tells me she should be receptive to any
male dog who approaches.

	With the ease born of doing something many times, we untangle
ourselves and we rearrange ourselves so we are belly to belly. She's
big enough so that when we lay on our sides and fuck, her head is even
with mine. Now hard again, I move to work my dick into her again. With
a few short movements, she is lubricated enough for me to sheath
myself completely. No frantic pumping now. Her muscles pulsate as they
work me. I gently work myself to a rhythm that consists of long slow
steady stroking. My woman friend has accused me of being on automatic
when I do this. I am, sort of, I am aware of every sensation but I
don't allow them to carry me over the edge to orgasm.

	As I concentrate on the feel of my lovers body against me, I
start to caress her and work my way over her body. She shivers in
pleasure and I can feel her back arch as I work my hands along her
spine. Her nose presses against my mouth and her tongue works between
my lips. Our tongues intertwine for a bit and then I open my jaws and
allow her tongue full access to my mouth.

	As I relax my mouth she uses her tongue to search and wash
every portion of my mouth. She taught herself this. I didn't. So far,
she's the only bitch I've had who's wanted to tongue my mouth during
sex.

	As I continue to stroke, I loose track of where my body ends
and hers starts. I can't feel any temperature difference between my
penis and her vagina. Her hind legs are on either side of my hips and
her front legs lay on top of me.

	When she orgasms, there is no excited dance of joy this time.
I feel her muscles spasm around me and her body tenses a bit. Then she
gives a quiet little sigh and continues licking inside my mouth. I
feel her whole body relax against me now. She's limp in my arms.

	As I continue to stroke and sometimes vary my speed and angle
she orgasms several more times. 15 minutes, half an hour, an hour, who
knows? Time has become meaningless now. There is only a long ongoing
now. This time, when I do allow myself to come, there is no slamming
thrust that grinds our bodies together. My tempo increases slightly,
my thrusting a bit deeper and harder and when the release happens I
simply thrust deep and pause for a while with our pubes pressed
tightly together.

	As we relax together, my penis softens inside her. She is so
used to its presence that even fully soft, it will remain inside.
Neither one of us moves to destroy this moment. I return to petting
her and working my hands over her body. We tongue each other long and
deeply. Our hips never move and we remain coupled. Gradually, we fade
off into sleep. Several times during the night I wake up hard and we
love each other some more.

	When we finally separate to go to the bathroom, it is with
regret. Twice, I take her as a dog would, in the open, under the
stars. I do it vigorously, but without the slamming urgency we shared
the first time.

	Finally, just before dawn, desires sated, we enfold each other
and fall asleep. It's going to be a very long loving time during this
trip

		  "Of course my dogs sleep with me!
			    Don't yours??"

stasya@qnet.com