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Wendy and Greg's Dog Jack 
by Rachael (rache696@yahoo.com)

***

She was a captain in the army and left pregnant while 
her enlisted-man husband was deployed far from home. It 
was lonely being pregnant and on her own, that's when 
Greg's dog Jack came into the picture. (F/beast, preg, 
lac, rom, military)

***

Author Note: Some readers will wish to point out some 
of the liberties I've taken with the medical 'facts' of 
this story. At least one writer will wish to point out 
that there are no medical 'facts' in this story. -rr 

***

"You never heard the story?" Marcia smiled as Sadie 
shook her head. "Tell her Wendy, it's a good one." 

I shrugged a little, eating my salad in the hospital 
cafeteria with my two friends. It was a good story and 
I didn't mind telling it. 

"It's one of those stories that are too weird not to be 
true." Marcia chuckled. She was a light colonel and 
chief pharmacist there at Tripler Army Medical Center 
in Hawaii. She was an older woman, in her mid forties. 
I was just 27 and Sadie was maybe a little older than 
me, but not much. 

"Really?" Sadie smiled politely, because that's what 
captains do when a superior officer talks, friends or 
not. She worked in Ob/Gyn and more to the point, Sadie 
was my Obstetrician. 

I was a captain as well, one of the ophthalmologists at 
the big hospital, and very close to having my first 
baby. I was just past the eighth month mark and very 
much looking forward to delivering, believe me. The 
first 3 months I'd been sick, the middle three had been 
wonderful, but these last three were killing me. 

"I have to get going." Marcia stood up. "Department 
head meeting." She rolled her eyes and we smiled 
sympathetically. 

"So?" Sadie grinned at me after the colonel had left. 
"What's the story with you and Greg?" 

"Okay, okay..." I grinned. "The short version, cause 
I'll have to pee in about 5 minutes." 

It seemed like I always needed to pee then and it was 
probably the thing I hated most about being pregnant, 
even more than the backaches I got sometimes. 

"Well, Greg and I knew each other in high school. I 
mean he was my boyfriend. We'd known each other since, 
I don't know 5th grade probably. But we were never 
friends really, it was just a small town.  So we'd 
noticed each other as we got older, but he had his 
girlfriends, and I had my boyfriends. But finally our 
senior year in high school we were both free, if you 
like, and he asked me out. We went to our prom together 
and everything..." 

"Did you guys... You know..." Sadie wiggled her 
eyebrows with a grin. 

"Yeah." I giggled. "Just once though, and yeah, we did 
it on our Prom night. I was a total virgin and I don't 
know how or why I let him... Anyway, we weren't really 
serious or anything. I knew I wanted to be a doctor, so 
I was going to take off for college and Greg... He 
didn't know what he wanted to do." 

"So you weren't going to marry him or anything." Sadie 
nodded, keeping up with me. 

"Yeah, exactly. We liked each other a lot, but it 
wasn't like we were crazy in love." I smiled at the 
thought. 

"So after I left for college we lost touch, really. I 
was studying my butt off and neither of us were much 
for phones or letters, so..." I shrugged. "Anyway, I 
was going to Hopkins and racking up a hundred grand in 
student loans every year, you know..." 

"Oh yeah." Sadie made a face. 

"I needed help and got the Army to cover me, you know 
the deal, sign up Uncle Sam and they pay for it. So I 
got through medical school and got my funky greens." I 
laughed. "And ended up at Bragg, just brand new to 
everything, but it was fun." 

I shook my head remembering what it was like as a brand 
new lieutenant, walking around a big army base in my 
bright new uniform.  All those soldiers, young and old, 
big strong men training for war, and there they were 
saluting this small blonde woman. Little petite me with 
my breasts that were just a little too big for my body, 
which made them perfect somehow, my tight round butt 
wiggling above my smooth toned legs. I'd been entirely 
too pretty for that place and I'd felt it, every salute 
was delivered with an inviting smile, like every guy 
there just wanted to get my panties off. 

"Too hot there." Sadie shook her head. 

"What? Oh... Yeah." I nodded. "The humidity is worse. 
Um, where was I?  Oh... About a year into it, I'd just 
put on captain, thanks to the needs of the army, which 
was nice." 

"Uh-huh." Sadie smiled. Doctors got promoted to captain 
quick as incentive, but we stayed there forever because 
our time in service was weak compared to the regular 
army. It was still a nice payday though. 

"Anyway, so I'm doing my residency, looking at eyes and 
fixing aneurisms and clots mostly from all the jumps. I 
swear most of those guys landed on their heads instead 
of their feet. Some retinals from time to time, plus I 
had a lot of nights in the ER, they always tapped me 
for weekends too, like someone hated me." I gave my 
friend a wry smile. 

"And one day, in walks this staff sergeant and it's 
him... I swear, I mean I just stood there, you know, 
and Greg's got like a big bag of ice taped across his 
face, cause he took a tumble off his bike. Hit his eye 
on the handlebar, didn't hurt him much, just some burst 
blood vessels. Scared the heck out of him anyway." 

Sadie was smiling and I was giggling. 

"And it was like those eight years never happened. I 
mean, it was weird. You know how you see someone you 
were close to after a long time and after you talk for 
ten minutes there's just nothing left?" 

"Yeah." Sadie nodded. 

"Uh-uh." I bit my bottom lip. "We started talking and 
didn't stop until, oh God, about midnight." 

"He was in your office till midnight?" Sadie teased me. 

"No, no... I mean we went out, we had to, and I brought 
him home and..." I sighed. "He kissed me and that was 
it. It was my second time, that night, I mean my second 
time ever and with the same guy, but nine years later. 
The only thing that changed, besides being older, was 
that we were both ready, you know? I mean we weren't 
kids, we're adults now, and so we just fell into it." 

"Fell in love." Sadie sighed a little too. 

"He was my first and only." I laughed. "I spent eight 
years in college and med school, then a year in the 
army with nothing more than a kiss on the cheek after a 
date. Like part of me knew. Greg was the only man I 
wanted to make..." I lowered my voice, leaning over my 
big tummy a little. "...to make love to and I knew I'd 
see him again. Like ESP or something." 

"Fate" Sadie nodded. "God that's romantic." 

"Yeah." I widened my blue eyes a little. "I can't 
believe it sometimes, but there it is. We did it that 
night and it was great and a month later we were 
getting married." 

"Too bad he's just an enlisted man though." Sadie said. 

"Just an enlisted man?" I bit off my temper, knowing my 
friend hadn't meant it the way it sounded, but I heard 
that a lot. 

Some of the other officers here were less than friendly 
towards me for just that reason. Like it made me 
suspect somehow, but those were the people who forgot 
all too easily just who was dying in places like Iraq. 
But I tried not to think about that too much. I just 
prayed that Greg was watching his butt close while he 
was deployed. 

"I mean, it's hard for you guys." Sadie reached out to 
touch my hand. "You know what I mean, Wen." 

"Yeah." I nodded, softening my eyes. 

I'd taken a hard time for marrying an enlisted man and 
everyone from my department head to the commanding 
general at Fort Bragg had tried to talk me out of it. 
Just few years ago they could have just said no, called 
it fraternization, and ordered us not to see each 
other. But it was a new army, or so they said. 

That was why I was at Tripler and my husband was 
ostensibly stationed at Bragg, and now deployed to the 
Gulf with his Ranger battalion. As soon as we'd gotten 
married I had orders to Hawaii, like I'd take my 
punishment a little easier if it was served up in 
paradise. That was the army's solution to 
fraternization problems, separate duty stations for the 
husband and wife. 

I hadn't seen Greg in almost 9 months, not since he'd 
left me with a little going away present growing in my 
belly. But we were both happy and excited about that, 
believe me. We'd been working on getting me knocked up 
and barefoot for eighteen months. I had just three more 
years in the Army and I was out. Greg wanted to stay 
in, he loved being a Ranger and he was good at it. I 
could be an army wife, and there were always openings 
for civilian doctors. We'd do okay and I'd get a 
serious pay raise. 

"I just can't believe you went eight years without 
sex." Sadie laughed, leaning over the table a little. 

"Yeah." I laughed too. "It was hard, but...Oh, no pun 
intended!" 

She was giggling at me and we both knew how hard it was 
being a woman in the army, even for officers, but I 
imagined being enlisted was even worse. And being 
attractive was a liability, really, as Sadie would well 
know. If I was in civilian clothes, just having a drink 
at the Officers Club on a large base, like Bragg...God, 
the things men aid.  Most of them assumed I was some 
poor captain's wife, out hunting cock while her man was 
deployed. 

And I didn't even want to remember college...I'd come 
close three or four times to letting myself go, 
sleeping with a cute guy. But there was something 
inside me, a voice or whatever, telling me to be 
patient, to wait for the right man. I was so glad I'd 
listened because I could look my husband in the eye and 
happily tell him that he was my only love, the only man 
who'd ever been between my legs and inside my womb. I 
think that made me special and he was proud of me for 
it. 

"Hey, Sadie...I wanted to ask you something." I felt a 
little nervous, but I had to ask her. It was the real 
reason I'd wanted to have lunch with her that day. 

"Sure, what is it?" She asked. 

"Uh...Is it still okay for me to have sex?" I smiled 
nervously. 

"Sex?" Sadie narrowed her eyes a little, her soft brown 
ones looking into mine. She was black and pretty and 
instantly focused, because Sadie was both my friend and 
my doctor. 

"Yeah, intercourse." I nodded, telling myself not to 
blush. 

"Sure, you're okay so long as your comfortable and 
taking it easy. You won't hurt anything." She looked at 
me hard. "Why?" 

"Even like someone who's...big?" I asked, ignoring her 
question for the moment. 

"Big?" She grinned at me then. "How big? You got 
something on the side, Wendy?" But she didn't believe 
that, Sadie knew me pretty good. 

"No, I just..." I cleared my throat, glancing around. 
"I have a...toy...you know." 

"Ohhh..." She sat back nodding and I really hoped she 
believed me. "Uh, how big are we talking?" 

"Mmmm..." I spread my hands on the table about nine 
inches apart, but that looked small, so I added another 
one. "...Like that, maybe." 

"Damn, girl!" Sadie laughed at me as her rural Alabama 
origins slipped out. "Where do you put all that?" 

I am fairly petite, and I was small even then despite 
my enormous tummy. I was 5'2" and about 110 pounds 
normally, but closer to 135 then, probably more, with 
my waist ballooned from 22 inches out to double that, 
easily. I looked like a pale blonde beach ball with a 
very pretty face and slightly swollen feet. 

"Well..." I did blush then. 

"You can have sex, sure, but take it easy. You're deep, 
but not that deep and I don't want you coming into my 
office because you hurt yourself." Sadie watched my 
face, making sure I took her seriously.  "You might 
want to try some clitoral stimulation instead of...Oh 
what am I saying? All you white girls know how to 
masturbate." 

"Sadie!" I gasped, looking around and feeling my face 
burn. 

"Especially you married ones." She was laughing too. "I 
had a woman come in with a potato stuck in her vagina 
the other day..." She leaned closer, thankfully 
dropping her voice, but the cafeteria was mostly empty 
now anyway. "...she'd peeled it and then sculpted the 
damn thing into a cock while she was fixing dinner. She 
put it inside and liked it so much she left it there, 
sitting at the table, eating with her family, and then 
figured out halfway through desert that it had gotten 
turned sideways." 

"What?" I giggled, not sure if I believed her or not. 

"I swear, it was all that fidgeting she was doing, you 
know?" Sadie shook her head. "If it's a vegetable, I 
don't want to know. Just remember what I told you. Stay 
wet, keep a finger on the magic button, and be 
comfortable. You need a scrip for some KY?" 

I knew she was teasing me then. 

"No that's okay mom." I giggled. "I'll be careful." 

"Good." Sadie gave me a little shake of her head. 
"When's your man coming back?" 

"He's got two more months, and then they rotate back to 
Bragg. We'll be taking some time together." I grinned, 
getting out of my chair slowly, and groaning as I 
stretched. "I'll just be glad when this is over with." 

"Ha!" Sadie shook her head. "You say that now, wait 
until you're changing diapers at three in the morning." 

"I'm looking forward to it, believe me." I told her, 
and really meaning it. Then I saw my uniform. "Oh, 
great." 

"Ahhh...Motherhood." Sadie chuckled, since she had no 
practical experience and could enjoy my frustrations. 

We were both looking at my blouse, sort of a pale green 
color, and my breasts were already heavy with milk, and 
they leaked. A lot, despite the nursing bra I wore that 
had little absorbing pads inside the cups.  They didn't 
last all day or even half a day now, it seemed. My 
uniform was dark with a spreading stain over my left 
nipple. 

"So much for leak proof." I sighed. 

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= 


"Hey Jack!" I called out as I opened my front door, 
waddling into the small apartment I was renting in 
Pearl City. Base housing was impossible to get for 
junior officers in Hawaii, at least for a few years, 
and I was unaccompanied anyway. But I liked having my 
own place, especially since I was watching Jack. 

"Ohhh big boy!" He was Greg's dog, our dog now, and a 
big black Boxer, all of 4 years old. And big, he was 
about the same size as me, really, just a little 
lighter maybe than my normal weight, but not much. He 
could stand up, with his paws on my shoulders and our 
heads were level. Yeah, Jack was just gorgeous, I 
thought, and we'd become friends right away. 

He found me happily, his short tail going back and 
forth, and his long pink tongue lolling from his mouth. 
His name was Blackjack, but that was a long name for a 
dog, so he was just Jack and I'd had him ever since 
he'd cleared quarantine seven months before. Hawaii was 
pretty serious about pets, especially dogs, since they 
didn't have rabies on the islands, or something like 
that. All I really knew was that it had been expensive. 

"I got something for you!" I stroked his head, dropping 
my purse and grabbing the leash off the doorknob where 
I kept it. "Just for you, baby. Yes I do!" 

I always talked to him like he was a big baby, because 
he was. He was as friendly as a dog could be, even 
patient, which was probably because he was a little 
older than most of the dogs I'd known as a kid. 
Everyone liked the puppies back home, scampering like 
hyperactive 4 year olds. Jack was cool and calm and oh, 
so sweet. I loved him, and so did Greg. 

"Let's go outside first, then I'll give it to you." 

He always needed to go out as soon as I got home, that 
was the problem with weekdays, but he was well trained 
anyway. I'd just be glad when I could give him some 
real exercise again. Being taken for a walk by a 
pregnant woman didn't do him a whole lot of good. I'd 
need the exercise too. 

"That was good huh...Yeah boy, hold on..." I smiled as 
Jack walked back into the house about 20 minutes later, 
his business finished and now I could really relax, 
taking off my uniform first thing. 

I couldn't wait to get out of it, even though it wasn't 
uncomfortable.  Just a big maternity blouse and I had 
my choice of a skirt that fell halfway below my knees, 
or a pair of trousers with a stretchable waistband. I 
usually opted for the pants, just because that skirt 
was like a tent hanging off my pregnant belly. A family 
of four could live under it and I wondered who's 
brilliant idea that article of military clothing had 
been. Doubtlessly it had been a man's. 

I just got all the way naked, because it was warm in my 
apartment. I had air conditioning, but I only ran it at 
night, or on really hot days. It got expensive leaving 
it on all the time. It was cheaper to strip down and 
turn on an electric fan, believe me. But I had other 
reasons too. 

I checked myself in the mirror, just briefly, because 
it was strange being pregnant. When people change, like 
grow older, or lose or gain weight, they usually don't 
notice the day to day changes. You just catch yourself 
after weeks or months and think, wow, I look different 
than I remember. 

But pregnancy, maybe it was just me, but I noticed 
something different every day. Whether it was another 
little stretch mark to worry over, or an extra inch 
around my belly, or just thinking that my once pert 
round ass was sagging a little, which it really wasn't, 
I noticed the changes. So I looked at myself and I did 
look good. 

I'd even sent pictures to my husband, a few snapshots 
taken every few weeks, dated so he could see me naked, 
yeah, and if I ever found he was showing them to anyone 
else, I'd kill him. But Greg wouldn't do that, I knew. 
He'd just look at them in his bed at night, seeing me 
still beautiful, and maybe even more so with my tummy 
full of life. I thought I looked beautiful anyway, and 
so did a lot of guys around the hospital. 

More than a few times every week I had to ignore a 
comment, from enlisted guys and officers alike. Nothing 
bad, nothing to go running to the general with sexual 
harassment charges about. Just the odd remark about how 
I looked good, how motherhood suited me. Or more often, 
the overheard whispers between guys who wished they'd 
been the ones impregnating me. I just ignored it, 
smiling inwardly and taking it as a compliment, and got 
on with my job. 

And now that I was home I was going to get on with 
something else. I'd discovered by accident that Jack 
really loved my breast milk. I'd been leaking a week 
before, as I tried giving Jack a bath, which is always 
best done naked, believe me. He was pretty good about 
it too, usually, but once his tongue found my nipples, 
and the milk beneath them...It was a short bath. 

At first I was a little nervous. Not that he'd bite me; 
I knew Jack wouldn't, not even by accident. He's 
obscenely gentle that way. No, I was nervous because he 
was a dog and I was a woman and while maybe to him it 
was just something tasty to lap up, for me it was 
somewhere between winning the lottery and going to 
heaven. 

I mean it felt good! Never mind the fact that I hadn't 
been with a man in eight months, or that this pregnancy 
thing had made me hot and horny even more than usual... 
And usually I wasn't, actually, so this was a brand new 
deal for me. But just the sensation of that tongue, 
like wet sandpaper over my hard rubbery nipples, it was 
incredible. And not only did it feel good, but it 
actually drew some of the milk out, which was a huge 
plus! My tits got sore by the end of the day and they 
needed relief. 

Jack's long tongue was the perfect cure and often I'd 
use one hand to milk my nipple while he licked around 
and between my fingers, and the other was down between 
my legs. I have to admit I masturbated like crazy when 
Jack was drinking my milk like that. My pussy would 
just get soaked and my little clit, which had always 
been small and shy, she was full grown now. I don't 
know if it was my pregnancy or what, but my clitty was 
about as big as the tip of my little finger. Big enough 
so I could rub it nice, almost stroking it like a 
little tiny cock if I wanted. 

Sadie was right; us married white girls knew how to do 
it good! 

What she didn't know, was that my 'toy' was actually 
Jack's big cock.  I'd been real slow to start playing 
with that, but once he smelled my pussy after one or 
two good orgasms, his cock would start to unsheathe. 
And I'd been drawn to it, timidly at first, but we were 
alone. Jack wasn't going to tell anyone what we were 
doing. He was the perfect companion, the perfect lover 
while my husband was away. I wasn't going to leave Greg 
for our dog and Jack wasn't going to feel jealous when 
Greg came home. 

So I'd began stroking him, gently at first, just 
exploring his odd penis and how it worked. I was amazed 
at first just at how hard it was. I mean Greg's cock, 
which was truthfully the only other penis I'd ever 
played with, Greg's got hard, but Jack's was like it 
had a bone inside it. Seriously, there was just no give 
in that shaft at all. 

And the next thing I found pretty amazing was the size 
of it! My God, I'd measures it with the little 
measuring tape out of my sewing box, just because I 
could. I'd never do that with Greg, or any other man, 
but Jack didn't care and I was seriously curious. Once 
he was all the way out, and dripping, it was just over 
ten inches long. And at the fattest part, towards the 
middle, he was four and a half inches around. 

I didn't know how big Greg was exactly, probably about 
the same girth I supposed, but definitely shorter, by a 
good three inches maybe.  Jack's cock was actually 
pretty intimidating, the way it looked, marbled in red 
and white, with thin blue veins all along the shaft.  
And the tip, it was pointed, with a soft bottom lip 
that stuck out, like it was made for penetration. 
Greg's was a smooth round head, blunt and comfortable, 
Jack's was designed for serious fucking.  Comfort was 
an afterthought in his case. 

And of course I'd seen the knot. I'd grown up in a 
small town with lots of farms and dogs and I'd seen 
dogs locked up, I knew what was going on. It had never 
given me a thrill, except the adolescent giggles when 
my friends were around and we'd stare and point. So 
when I saw Jack's knotted muscle at the base of his 
penis, I knew what it was for. It wasn't full sized, 
but very evident as his cock hung free beneath his 
furry belly. 

I could only imagine how big it would get once he 
started mating with a bitch. And that did give me a 
thrill, although I couldn't explain to anyone, even 
myself, exactly why. I just knew that as I became 
bolder and more aggressive with fondling Jack, that I 
wanted to do everything with him, if only to try it 
once. But I had an idea I'd probably like it too. 

So this was the day I decided to do it. I'd asked my 
doctor, Sadie, and she'd said I could have sex if I was 
careful. That was all the encouragement I needed and 
Jack needed even less than that. Once he saw me getting 
our blanket out of the closet, he knew it was going to 
be fun time and he was already getting excited, which 
just meant he was following me around, wagging his 
tail, and sniffing at my butt every chance he got. 

I draped it over the couch, because that was the most 
comfortable way for me. I could sit down on the 
blanket, spread my legs and Jack would put his front 
paws on either side of me, leaning over my swollen 
tummy to lick at my breasts while I reached between us 
to play with myself and him. 

"Here we go..." I breathed, smiling at Jack and coaxing 
him to take his place. "Up here boy, come suck mommy's 
titties... There we go... Yeah, I have milk for you, 
baby..." 

Jack knew what to do and I moaned as I felt his tongue 
washing roughly over my right nipple. My breasts were 
fat now, swollen with milk, and they ached from the 
pressure inside. I'd heard some women didn't start 
producing milk, or at least leaking, until after the 
baby started nursing. I didn't know if they were lucky 
or not. My boobs were working just fine, apparently, 
because I was making enough milk for twins then and I 
was still two weeks from my due date. 

It was nice though, the way just the pressure of the 
dog's long tongue could draw the milk from my nipples. 
They were hard too, and dark now.  I'd had light 
nipples, like pink bubblegum nipples, until I'd gotten 
pregnant. Now they were dark and ruddy and half an inch 
long easily. I let Jack lick the right one while I 
rubbed my pussy, which was already soggy. I got so wet 
having my nipples licked, it was incredible. 

Rnnnngggg... 

"Oh God..." I rolled my eyes, wondering why someone had 
to call now of all possible times. 

Rnnnngggg... 

I leaned over, groaning slightly as I reached the phone 
on one of the end tables. Jack didn't miss a drop and I 
probably should have stopped him, but I didn't. He'd 
moved to the left nipple now, lapping up my thin milk 
as it spilled from my breast. 

"Hello?" I answered and then I heard Greg's voice and I 
just forgot everything. "Greg! Oh, where are you?" 

"Still in camel country, Wen." He chuckled and he 
sounded so good. I almost started crying right then. 

"It's gotta be like the middle of the night." I blinked 
at the clock on my DVD player. "Are you okay?" 

"Oh yeah, we just got back to camp, so...How are you? 
How's the baby?" 
Greg asked me. 

"We're good, really good!" I smiled at the phone, 
stroking Jack as he kept licking my breast, but I 
barely noticed. "Did you get my letter?  The one with 
the..." 

"Pictures?" My husband chuckled and lowered his voice. 
"Yeah, Wen, God you are so hot...I got all of them." 

"You like it?" I asked him, biting my lip. "Really? You 
don't think I'm fat and ugly or..." 

"What?" He laughed at me. "No, never. I just look at 
them, read your letters, think about how much I miss 
you. You get me so hard, Wendy..." 

"Do I?" I asked softly, and I was so glad we had a 
decent connection. 
Sometimes we didn't when he called. 

"Oh yeah, shoot...I'm hard right now just hearing your 
voice." 

I giggled and maybe even blushed, picturing him in some 
little phone booth, a telephone exchange set up in a 
tent maybe, with his cock all hard for me. I was wet 
too, Jack still working my nipples, and I wanted Greg 
so badly. 

"What are you wearing?" He asked softly. 

"Nothing." I laughed. 

"Aww...Come on, I don't care what it is. Just tell me." 
Greg said, not believing me. 

"Seriously." I giggled and I didn't think I'd ever stop 
smiling and laughing, not while he was talking to me. 

"Your really naked?" He asked. 

"Uh-huh." I nodded, "I'm letting Jack drink my milk." 

I hadn't really meant to say that but I'd never tried 
to keep a secret from Greg in my life, so it wasn't 
something I really thought about, whether or not I 
should tell him. 

"Say what?" Greg laughed. 

"Yeah, I started getting milk." I told him. "My boobs 
are huge!" 

"Oh God, I wish I was there." 

"Oh me too, Greg." I sighed. 

"And Jack's drinking it? What do you do pump it or 
something?" He had three older sisters with babies, 
Greg knew about pregnant girls and new mothers. 

"No, he's licking me!" I laughed. "Straight from the 
tap!" 

"Oh shit!" I could hear Greg's grin. "You gotta save me 
some." 

"What?" I couldn't stop grinning. 

"Save me some milk. If you let Jack drink, I want 
some." Greg said seriously. "I should be there, I 
should be the one doing that." 

"You should!" I sighed. "Oh God, would you really? If 
you were here? 
Would you suck my tits for me?" 

"You know I would." Greg said. "I'd do anything you 
wanted, Wen. So yeah, save some for me. I want to taste 
it." 

"How am I gonna do that?" 

"Just put some in a cup or a baggie or something and 
freeze it." Greg laughed. "We'll thaw it out when I see 
you." 

"Your crazy!" I pulled Jack's mouth to my other breast. 
"I'll still be nursing when you get home anyway." 

"Won't be the same, I want that virgin milk..." Greg 
was teasing me.  "...and you're the crazy one, letting 
the dog lick your tits." Greg chuckled softly. "Man's 
best friend, what else do you guys do?" 

"Nothing." I said, putting on an exaggerated air of 
innocence, like we were doing everything. 

"Nothing at all?" Greg sounded happily doubtful. "You 
didn't let him lick you someplace else?" 

"Someplace else?" I gasped. "Wellll..." 

"Hehe! I knew it!" Greg laughed at me. 

"Not really." I giggled. "But sometimes he licks the 
milk that runs down my tummy." 

"Awww what a tease!" Greg groaned. "It's cool with me 
anyway, I mean if you wanted to..." 

"If I wanted to what?" I asked and my pussy was 
buzzing, like it had been all the while, but now I 
really noticed it. 

"Well, you know, if you needed a little lick 
down...there..." 

"On my pussy?" I breathed, smiling into the phone and 
stroking my hard little clit gently. 

"Yeah..." Greg's voice was soft. "I mean Jack would do 
it, I'd understand..." 

"You wouldn't get jealous?" I asked with a giggle. 

"Jealous?" Greg snorted. "Jack's my dog, we share 
everything. You know that." 

I laughed at that because it was true. Greg fed the dog 
off his dinner plate, despite all my complaining, 
letting Jack lick food from Greg's fork. They shared 
beer and popcorn and now I wondered if they'd shared 
women too. I knew Greg had had girlfriends, even when 
he'd come into my office that first time, he'd told me 
about her and he'd broken up with her the next day. 
Completely. So it was possible, but...I didn't think 
about it. 

This was between me and Greg now, and Jack of course, 
and I felt a little devilish, just cause I was so 
completely happy hearing my husband's voice. 

"What if, um..." I asked slowly. "...What if I wanted 
more than just a lick?" 

"Whoa..." Greg chuckled. "Where's this coming from? Who 
are you? What did you do with my wife?" 

I laughed at that. "You're wife joined the circus, 
turned lesbian and ran off with the bearded lady." 

"Oh, well in that case..." Greg's voice was so soft I 
could barely him. 
"...Just what else do you want from Jack?" 

"He's got a big..." 

"Big what?" I could hear my husband's smile plain as 
day. 

"You know what." I giggled. "He's got a big thingy." 

"A big thingy, doctor?" Greg laughed. "Is that a 
medical term?" 

"It's a mommy term." I smiled. 

"Okay...So what does mommy want to do with her doggy's 
big thingy?" Greg was giggling too, which he hardly 
ever does, but we were being silly now. 

"What would you do if I let him fuck me?" I whispered. 

"You'd do that?" He asked me softly, and we weren't 
giggling anymore, just breathing hard. "You'd let him 
do that to you?" 

"Do you want me to?" I asked him. "I won't do it if you 
don't like it. 
Do you think it's...sick?" 

"I love you, Wen." He told me. "I'll love you forever, 
I just want you to be happy." 

"Do you like it though?" I asked, feeling my heart 
thumping. 

"Oh yeah, just so long as we're talking about the same 
Jack." He chuckled. "I want you happy but..." 

"You don't ever have to worry about that, Greg." I 
promised him, feeling my eyes wet again. "Never, ever 
in your life. God, I love you." 

"I know. I love you too, I trust you and I'm just 
aching to be with you, Wendy. Every minute of the 
day....Shoot, I'm almost done. They just give us 10 
minutes on this thing." 

"I know." I swallowed hard, because I always hated 
this. "You be safe, okay? Promise, Staff Sergeant, 
you're going to come home to me." 

"Yes ma'am, I'm safe, Captain." He laughed, but this 
was hard for him too. "I'm always safe, you're keeping 
me safe okay? You're with me every minute. Take care of 
our baby." 

"I will." I nodded. 

"And you take care of yourself too, I got 54 and wake 
up, that's it. 
I'll be home." 

"Yeah." I was crying now. 

"Take pictures for me." He said quickly, our time 
getting shorter with every heartbeat. 

"What?" I giggled, wiping at my cheek with my forearm. 

"Pictures of you and Jack." Greg chuckled. "But don't 
mail them, just keep them. I wanna see you pregnant 
with him, Okay?" 

"Yeah..." 

"You know what I mean, right? I love you Wendy." 

"I know, yeah...I love you..." 

And I just got that in before the phone went dead, his 
phone time had run out. I just grabbed Jack then, just 
hugging him to me and I cried for a few minutes. Just 
trying to remember everything he said, every word and 
how his voice had sounded so good. He was strong and 
safe and he was coming home in 55 days, coming home to 
Bragg and I'd be there waiting, holding our baby. God, 
that seemed like such a long time to wait. 

"Give me a kiss, now...Daddy's coming home soon, yes he 
is...Kiss me Jack..." And I just really needed a kiss 
and Jack, well he was just part of the family, a 
special part. 

I felt Jack's tongue on my face, lapping at my salty 
tears and I stuck my own tongue out, my spirits rising. 
It was tough saying goodbye on the phone, but we did it 
every week. Greg called as often as he could and now, I 
knew he was safe and he didn't even mind me having fun 
with Jack. 

That actually made me a little dizzy, now that I was 
able to think about it. How had the subject even come 
up? I mean, where did that come from? If I'd had time 
to think I never would have said a word, I'd have been 
too frightened. What if Greg had thought it was 
perverted and sick? I knew he didn't now, if anything 
he seemed to love the idea, but we'd taken that huge 
risk without even a glance down to see how high up we 
really were. 

If I ever needed proof of love, I mean his and mine, it 
was there, in moments like that. Where we could say 
anything without fear. I'd be scared later, like I was 
then, but at the time, I'd felt no fear at all. Just 
love and a desire to please him, to share myself with 
Greg completely. I don't know what I'd have said or 
done if he'd said no, don't do it. But could he say 
that to something that harmed none of us? I didn't 
think so. He loved me just as much as I loved him and 
that was boundless. 

And while I was thinking that, or at least some of 
that, I was playing with Jack's tongue, kissing the dog 
as if he were Greg himself. It was ticklish and funny 
and I just lost all that tension completely. I opened 
my mouth for him and Jack pushed his long pink tongue 
right inside, exploring me until I closed my lips and 
sucked on it. 

That made him a little nervous, having his tongue 
sucked, but he knew it was a game. Jack came back for 
more and I did it again, and again after that, and then 
I was reaching down his soft warm body and I found his 
cock, safely tucked away in that furry sheath. 

I stroked him slowly, gently, working my hand back and 
forth. I guided Jack's tongue back to my nipples, 
squeezing them for him this time, pulling the milk from 
my swollen tits with a sensation that was only a little 
uncomfortable, and whole lot pleasurable. 

"Now, how are we gonna get pictures, Jack?" I asked 
him, smiling to myself. 

Greg wanted pictures of me with Jack, having sex 
obviously, while I was still pregnant. My camera was 
just a little instamatic, a cheap touristy thing. It 
didn't have a fancy timer, nothing like that. And even 
if it did, how was I going to have sex with Jack and 
then waddle to the camera and reset it, have sex 
again...No way, I needed another person and my choices 
were severely limited. 

Short of grabbing a local off the street, my best bet 
would be Sadie.  She was my age, single, my friend, and 
my doctor. The army didn't recognize doctor patient 
privilege though, so it wasn't like I could tell her 
anything and feel safe about it. If she freaked it 
would be Conduct Unbecoming of an Officer, at the very 
least, and that would be akin to the end of the world. 

So it just came down to a question of trust and I 
didn't have a lot of time. I could go into labor any 
minute, really. And I did want to make Greg happy, so 
badly, so... 

"Hello?" Sadie sang into her telephone, cheerful as 
always. 

"Hi Sadie, it's Wendy." 

"Oh, hey! Everything okay?" She'd be thinking about my 
baby, naturally. 

"Yeah, oh yeah." I nodded. "I just got a call of Greg, 
he's doing great." 

"Good, great!" 

"But um, I was wondering if you were busy tonight?" 

"Tonight?" Sadie paused for a second. "Nope, not busy 
at all, what's up?" 

"I have a favor to ask." I told her. "Sort of a...weird 
one. I don't want to ask over the phone though." 

"A weird favor, huh?" She giggled. "You didn't get that 
thing stuck, did you? Cause if you did..." 

"What?" I gasped and laughed. "Oh, no, uh-uh....But 
it's...never mind." 

"This is weird." Sadie laughed. "Okay well, uh I was 
just fixing some dinner, about an hour? Is that okay? 

"Yeah, that'd be great." I nodded, feeling both 
relieved and a little worried, now that I'd kind of 
committed myself. 

"Okay then..." 

"Oh, um, Sadie?" 

"Yeah?" 

"Can you stop by Taco Bell on the way and get me like 
oh, I don't know, twenty dollars worth of food? I'll 
pay you back." 

She just laughed at me. 

"With lots of hot sauce, okay?" 

"Sure, Wen." She agreed. "The things I do for my 
patients!" 

"Oh, I know." I giggled. "Thanks, Sadie. Bye!" 

"See you in a little bit." Sadie hung up her phone. 

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= 


I cleaned up a little bit while I waited for Sadie. 
Jack just curled up in his spot by the refrigerator 
after he ate. I left the big blanket out though, and 
just put on a huge maternity robe I'd bought a couple 
weeks before. It had cost too much for only wearing it 
maybe two months at the most, but I'd save it. I wanted 
a lot of kids and so did Greg. I'd thought about 
getting dressed, but if everything went according to 
plan I'd just be getting naked again anyway, so... 

"So what's this weird favor?" Sadie asked me. 

We were sitting at my kitchen table, now covered with 
tacos and burritos and nachos, and all the hot sauce I 
could want, and I wanted a lot of it. I usually hated 
Taco Bell, but right then it was like manna from heaven 
and I was eating like a pig. 

"Mmmppph..." I nodded, chewing my food slowly and 
breathing through my nose. 

Sadie waited patiently for me, sipping the soda she'd 
gotten for herself. She looked nice and she was pretty 
anyway, like I said. She had very dark skin, and soft 
brown eyes, with thick black hair, not too kinky, but 
nice and brushed straight back from her broad forehead.  
Her lips were full, very sensual looking. Mine were 
always too thin, I thought. I liked hers. 

She was wearing shorts and a t-shirt, just casual 
clothes that really showed off her body. Sadie was 
athletic, as a lot of doctors are, me included, just 
because we see bad bodies every day. I loved playing 
tennis, and I was going to do a lot of that once I had 
the baby, swimming too. I loved the water. Sadie had a 
gymnast's body I thought, not lean like a runner, but 
solid without being fat. Nice and toned and curved in 
all the right places. I wondered why she wasn't 
married, but it wasn't my business so I'd never asked. 

"Greg called and he wants me to take some pictures of 
myself." I wiped my lips on a napkin. "So he can see me 
pregnant." 

"Oh, well that's not weird." Sadie laughed. 

"Kind of...naked pictures." I grinned, taking a small 
bite of a crunchy taco. 

"Mmmm...Okay, that's not really too far out there." She 
was smiling at me. "He is your husband." 

"Yeah." I nodded, swallowing quickly. "And 
um...well..." I sighed a little, really debating how to 
say what I wanted to. 

"Uhhhh...And?" Sadie was nodding, gesturing with her 
hand and leading me on. 

"You remember that...Toy, I was telling you about?" I 
pursed my lips, tasting hot sauce. 

"Yeah, the big one, right?" She grinned at me. "He 
wants pictures of you and..." 

"The toy, yeah." I blushed, reaching for my own soda. 

"Okay, so...He wants porn." Sadie laughed at me. 
"Soldiers." 

"Kinda...But..." I scratched my nose, which I do when 
I'm really nervous. 

"Is there something you want to say, Wen? Because this 
is getting weird now." She looked at me, but her eyes 
were still smiling. "I mean toys and pictures and 
pregnant wives, sure...I've heard of a lot worse..." 

"You have?" I blinked at her. 

"Well yeah, you never got spam in your email?" She 
rolled her eyes.  "You know, teenage anal sluts want to 
drink your pee? Oops...Sorry, you're eating." 

"It's okay." I laughed. "Thanks for reminding me...Be 
right back..." 

I went to the bathroom, as much to look at myself in 
the mirror, as to sit down and pee. Did I dare ask 
another woman, a friend of only a year or so, if she'd 
take pictures of me fucking my dog? Would she get 
upset? Turn me in as some kind of pervert? 

God, I was torn between my desire to make Greg happy 
and my fear of the unknown. And honestly, I knew he'd 
forgive me if I didn't get him any pictures. But I 
missed him so much and I couldn't do anything for him. 
That was the kicker, you see? I could love him, and 
tell him, and have his baby. But as huge as that was, 
if there was anything else, any little thing I could do 
while Greg was away, I wanted to do it. I wanted to 
reward him for being the man he was, the man I loved. 

"Okay." I looked at myself. "Just do it. Just go...Do 
it." I took a deep breath and went back to the kitchen. 

"Whew." I smiled, sitting down slowly. "I feel better." 

"Did you figure out what you want to ask me?" Sadie 
said, being perceptive as always. 

She was good at that, being a real doctor like she was. 
I was a real doctor too, but nobody lied to me about 
how they hurt their eyes, at least not that often. 
Sadie got lied to by embarrassed women every day 
probably, she knew all the symptoms. 

"Yes I did." I smacked my lips and nodded slowly. "My 
toy is...Jack." I said, giving her a little shrug and 
not turning away from her eyes as they widened 
slightly. 

"Jack." She said and then a few seconds later. 
"Jack...The dog?" 

I glanced at him, sleeping happily on the floor. 

"Yeah." I nodded. "We haven't actually...done very 
much. He likes my milk, he helps me there, and I've 
touched him...A little." 

"Touched him, touched his penis." Sadie was nodding. 

"Yeah, it's big." I giggled nervously. "Really big and 
so, um, I talked to Greg and he..." 

"He wants pictures." Sadie cleared her throat. "Of you 
and Jack...what? 
Fucking?" 

"Heh." I nodded. "Yeah, fucking and um, whatever else 
we do." 

"Whatever else?" Sadie finally laughed. "What else were 
you thinking of doing?" 

"Um, well I don't know." I shrugged, smiling a little 
now. "Maybe he'd like a blowjob...Or something." 

"You're gonna suck a dog's dick?" Sadie tilted her head 
down, as if she had invisible glasses on and wanted to 
look over them. 

"You don't think it's safe?" I asked her. 

"Wendy, I wouldn't know." She laughed and sat back in 
her chair. "I suppose it won't hurt you, but..." 

"I just...It's for my husband, you know?" I asked her. 
"That's all." 

"That's all?" She gave me a look of disbelief. "You 
don't want to do it?" 

"No, I mean yeah, I do." I confessed. "But I want to do 
it for Greg too, so..." 

"So that's why you need me, to take pictures." She 
nodded and we sat quietly for a minute while I picked 
at my nachos. 

"Are you mad at me?" I asked Sadie finally. 

"Me?" She smiled. "No, uh-uh. I'm just thinking you 
were right, this is really weird." 

"I know." I sighed. 

"Well, you don't have to worry, I'm not going to say 
anything...It ain't my style, honey chile!" Sadie said 
with a thick southern accent and I giggled as she 
reached over, patting my hand gently. 

"Where'd that come from?" I grinned. 

"My Grammy down in Alabama." Sadie nodded. "She always 
told us to keep our noses to the grindstone and out of 
other people's business.  Usually while she was taking 
a switch to our butts." 

"Really? A switch?" I laughed. "Ouch!" 

"Oh yeah." Sadie nodded. "So, I learned my lessons, and 
besides...You aren't the only one with weird secrets." 

"Oh yeah?" I wasn't sure what Sadie was getting at. 

"You might as well know, I mean since you're trusting 
me like this." She paused for a second. "I'm a lesbian 
and um, well you know my girlfriend already." 

"I do?" I stared at her. She didn't act like a lesbian, 
but I guess she couldn't afford to. Being a lesbian 
gynecologist would raise a lot of eyebrows, and voices. 

"Yeah." She smiled at me, waiting for me to catch up. 

"Marcia?" I gasped and when Sadie nodded I laughed, 
shaking my head.  "I'd never put you two 
together...She's a colonel!" I had to hold my tummy 
cause I was laughing hard. 

"Yeah, she never lets me forget either." Sadie laughed 
too. "But I love her and she loves me so..." 

"Wow, okay." I nodded. "That's...That's all up to you 
guys." 

"And I never, you know, when I'm giving you your 
pelvic..." Sadie looked at me. "I'm not fooling around, 
it's all business. I promise." 

"Right, no I wasn't even thinking that." I said, but 
maybe a little part of me was remembering all the times 
Sadie had put her fingers inside me, way inside me, 
feeling around maybe a little more than she 
needed...But, no. Not Sadie, she was a very good 
doctor. 

"Have you ever been with another woman, Wendy?" Sadie 
asked, and I wondered for a second if she was hitting 
on me. 

"Me?" I laughed. "Oh no, the only one is Greg, he's the 
only person I've ever wanted." 

"And Jack." Sadie grinned at me. 

"Yeah." I giggled. "And Jack...But he's not a person." 

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- 


"I thought I could just um, do it sort of missionary." 
I was standing with Sadie in the living room. "Jack 
likes it when I sit on the sofa, and it's the right 
height for him." 

"Well, I guess that'll work." Sadie grinned, probably 
still trying to believe I was really going to do it. 

"Maybe I should suck him first...Oh wait! You have to 
get some pictures of Jack drinking my milk!" I giggled, 
feeling excited now. 

This was all going to work, I could feel it, and even 
Sadie was a little excited I thought. I called Jack 
loudly, taking off my robe while Sadie looked at my 
little camera. 

"What kind of film do have in here?" 

"Thirty-six exposures, you set it to the lightning 
bolts, that's the flash." I told her. "And I think 
there's about 25 pictures left." 

"Yeah, you're on number eight." Sadie nodded. 

"Hey boy, good dog!" I stroked Jack and sat down, 
spreading my legs so he could get between them. "Come 
here, boy...up!" 

I thought it would be strange doing that with Sadie 
there, watching and taking pictures, but it didn't 
bother me at all. In fact I think it helped in some 
ways, just because I had someone to share it with. I 
was sharing it with Jack of course, but Sadie was 
smiling and giggling as Jack's tongue went to work on 
my nipples. It was great. 

"Wow! He really does like it, huh?" Sadie took a 
snapshot of Jack washing my left breast and me smiling 
down at him. 

"Oh yeah...He's a good boy...Such a big boy too, aren't 
you, baby?" I was stroking his cock and the tip was 
exposed and I could feel in my hand. 

We let Jack drink for about ten minutes probably, 
finishing with a couple pictures of me squeezing the 
milk from my breasts across his tongue. I really hoped 
they'd turn out good, and Sadie assured me they were 
going to be perfect. 

"I'm going to suck him." I grinned at Sadie and she 
giggled. 

"Whatever floats your boat, Wen." Sadie shook her head. 
"Be all that you can be." 

I loved sucking Greg's cock and I'd never done it in my 
life until our honeymoon. Even during the time we were 
together before our wedding, I'd just never done it. 
The night of our wedding though, after we'd consummated 
our vows, Greg had asked me if I'd try it for him. And 
I'd done it, hesitantly at first and then eagerly. I'd 
loved it. It was really good for both of us and I'd 
sucked Greg a lot after that first time. I just hoped 
Jack would feel the same way. 

We got him on the sofa, so I could sit my pregnant butt 
on the floor and play with Jack's penis as he lay 
there. He was so good too, patient and willing to let 
me do just about anything. I just rubbed his belly for 
a little while, talking to him praising him, and then I 
played with his cock until it started coming out of its 
sheath. It was red and veined, just like always, with 
that tapering spear-like tip ready for action. 

And it looked wet, that was another nice thing, the way 
his cock appeared to glisten, but it really felt rather 
dry at first, until his juices started flowing, his 
doggy precum. I bent over and it wasn't too 
uncomfortable like that, and I tentatively licked at 
the head first. That wasn't bad, rather tasteless 
actually, so I licked more and finally just pushed my 
lips down around Jack's dog cock while Sadie snapped a 
picture of my first canine blowjob. 

"That is so bizarre!" Sadie chuckled and I made soft 
noises back at her. 

He moved a little, Jack did, as if he wanted to get up, 
but so long as I kept my hands on him, he was okay. And 
his cock was more than okay, once he felt my warm wet 
mouth, which might have felt like a dog's vagina to 
him, for all I knew. His cock swelled quickly to full 
size and I was moving my mouth up and down at a slow, 
gentle pace, breathing easily and swallowing all the 
juices filling my mouth. It was all spit and precum and 
like drinking slightly syrupy water really. 

"Jesus, you weren't kidding about your toy, were you?" 
Sadie chuckled appreciatively. "That's a big cock." 

"Mmmpph...." I agreed, giving my head a tiny nod and 
sucking Jack eagerly now. 

His cock was nice and hard, stiff as a bone, and I had 
to be careful not to go down too fast or too deep 
because every now and then Jack would jerk his hips, 
and his cock was a little soft at the tip, a little 
spongy, but not a lot, it was seriously hard beneath 
the head.  He jabbed me once pretty good, like in the 
tonsils with it and that taught me a little lesson. 

"Should I let him cum?" I asked, licking my lips and 
drinking air. 

"In your mouth?" Sadie shrugged. "Up to you. I'll get a 
picture if he does." 

"Okay." I grinned and went back to Jack's cock, really 
sucking him nice, wanting his cock to think he was 
fucking a nice hot bitch in the cunt. 

I stroked his shaft and wrapped my fist just beneath 
his knot, thinking maybe I could make him feel like he 
was locked up with me, but I don't know if that really 
worked or not. But maybe it did because he was tasting 
different, his dripping cock was taking on some real 
flavor, slightly bitter, a little salty but not much. 
It was good and I knew it was his sperm. He was cumming 
already, but it wasn't his real orgasm, not the final 
pumping of his puppy making load, so I just kept 
swallowing and sucking. 

There was a lot of it though, slipping out from my lips 
as I slid my mouth up and down the dog's long shaft. I 
knew my friend was getting a couple good shots though, 
because the flash would catch our attention.  I'd blink 
and Jack would jerk with surprise. He sure surprised me 
though when Sadie took a picture about the time I was 
swallowing. Jack moved his hips so that all of a sudden 
about nine inches of hard dog cock slid into my tender 
throat! 

It was so quick I barely knew what had happened and the 
knot was right up against my lips, and he was pouring 
his sperm into my tummy. My throat was stretched too, 
it was the first time I'd ever deep throated anything. 
About 3 seconds later, after Sadie had got the picture, 
because I was determined that Greg would see that, I 
let that long dog penis slide out. 

"Goddamn, Wendy." Sadie laughed. "You do that with Greg 
too?" 

I was red faced and giggling, gasping for air and 
asking Sadie if she'd got the shot. It was unbelievable 
I'd deep throated a dog, and part of me wanted to do it 
again, but maybe another time. Jack was close to 
cumming then I thought, so maybe it would just be best 
to let him fuck me. Make sure we got all the pictures 
for my husband before it as too late, just to play it 
safe. 

"Okay, boy...Okay..." I got Jack moving and I couldn't 
believe how hot I was. 

I was pink all over and my nipples burned. I'd gotten 
seriously turned on sucking that animal's cock, 
swallowing his sperm as it leaked from the tapering 
tip. It was good and I savored that unique test, not 
sure whose I liked better Jack's or Greg's, and 
thinking probably my husband's. 

"Make sure you're careful now, don't need to piss off 
the baby." Sadie was telling me. 

"We're not going to hurt it, right?" I glanced at Sadie 
and she shook her head. 

"No, you'll be fine...Just take it slow." She reassured 
me. "If it hurts, you stop." 

I sat down in my accustomed spot on the sofa and Jack 
was more than willing. His cock was still hard, but it 
had gone down a little too.  That didn't seem to matter 
though as I adjusted us so that his soft warm chest was 
right on my big round tummy, and I pulled his bottom 
half as close as I could, which was awkward since I was 
so darn big.  But it was enough as Jack could smell my 
arousal and feel the heat that was radiating from my 
sex, just inches away from his cock now. I slid myself 
down a little and I smiled as I felt the tip nudge my 
clit, just missing the hot wet entrance awaiting it. 

"Oh come on boy..." I whispered. "It's right there... 
just a little push, Jack... feel it, baby... fuck 
mama's pussy now...ohhhh...Oh!" 

Maybe the dog understood me, but probably not, and it 
didn't matter anyway. Once his cock felt my pussy down 
there Jack knew what to do.  He stabbed at me with his 
prick, searching for my hole, and when he found it he 
gave a soft growl and pushed half of his cock inside 
quickly. My pussy lips split easily, but the muscles 
inside resisted briefly, making it a nice tight fit for 
the animal. 

"Ohhh...God!" I groaned, smiling and nodding as my 
pussy just shuddered around him. 

I tried to keep him slow, but Jack's cock was made for 
fucking, no doubt about it, and he was going at me hard 
and fast all of a sudden, almost like I'd flipped a 
switch or something. I just wrapped my arms around him, 
gasping with every thrust as his prick kept going 
deeper and deeper. It was like there was no end to it 
and Jack was licking my face, or just panting mostly, 
and saliva ran from his mouth as he tried to hunch his 
back, driving more of his cock inside. 

I was dimly aware of his claws, his back feet 
scratching the carpet, and then the sensation of his 
front paws trying to find some part of me to hold onto 
for leverage. I was getting scratched up a little, just 
on my sides and at my hips. I was aware of the pain, 
but only slightly. Mostly I just felt my orgasm coming 
on hard and strong. Jack was bringing me off quick, 
fucking that big dog cock in and out of me until I was 
seeing stars. 

"...Slow him down....shit, girl...he's too rough..." I 
heard Sadie talking, trying to tell me not to let Jack 
fuck me so hard or so deep, but I couldn't have stopped 
him if I wanted to. 

I was sunk low on the sofa, Jack's weight pressing down 
on me, and my burning pussy was impaled on his pounding 
cock. I was practically pinned down, seriously. Jack 
weighed a good 90 pounds at least, he was as big as me 
standing up, and he had me right where he wanted me. I 
was just his bitch now and it didn't matter to Jack 
that I was already pregnant. He just knew he was inside 
a tight hot cunt and he wanted to deliver his puppy 
making sperm into my already much too full womb. 

Sadie was at least getting pictures, capturing the 
rapture on my face as I grappled with the sensations 
Jack's hard cock was bringing. My pussy quivered around 
him, stretched tight and squeezing the dog's cock, 
coaxing him to spill his dog sperm into my hungry cunt. 

His cock had found my cervix long before, the tip 
stabbing that soft pillow over and over and it was a 
pleasurable pain. I wasn't even sure if I was really 
feeling it after awhile and I wasn't the gynecologist, 
that was Sadie, but I thought maybe the point of Jack's 
cock might have opened that tender bottleneck up just 
enough so he was actually fucking into my womb. 

That turned me on completely and more orgasms flashed 
through me, and then somewhere in the middle of all 
that glorious chaotic confusion I realized I'd taken 
the knot. It had gone inside me easily at first, and 
been pulled out, then in and out, getting a little 
bigger each time until finally it couldn't come out 
again. It was expanding even more, making me gasp as my 
pussy was forced to accommodate its growing size. Jack 
had locked me up good and he was whining now as his 
cock was spewing semen inside me. 

"Jesus..." Sadie had given up trying to stop what we 
were doing, and maybe she didn't want to. 

Sadie was down close to the floor, getting close-ups 
for Greg of my pussy bulging outward with that knot and 
ten inches of dog cock inside me. Juices leaked out, 
but not very much. It was Jack's hard flesh wrapped up 
tight inside the soft clasping walls of my vagina and I 
didn't think I'd ever want to let him go. It felt too 
good, like I was stuffed completely with long hard 
cock, the way I'd always been meant to be. 

Wherever all that penis was going, I guess it woke up 
my baby too.  Normally he was restless in the mornings 
and after lunch, sleeping good in my tummy at night. 
But now he was kicking hard and I just groaned, 
writhing as best I could, my swollen pregnant body 
shaking with pleasure. It just went on and on and then 
Jack was cumming. 

"He's...Cummming!" I groaned, because it was obvious. 

I could feel it inside me. That dog cock suddenly 
shooting hard, releasing everything in his balls, not 
in a slow and steady leak, but in violent surges of hot 
sperm that bathed my cunt and fueled my fires. I came 
right with him and I'd never had that many orgasms in 
my life, one right after another, wrecking me 
completely. 

And then I was aware of another sensation, a much 
different one. Like a balloon suddenly bursting inside 
me, close to where Jack's cockhead must have been. I 
felt like I'd just had a hose shoved into my vagina, 
seriously, a garden hose, and the water was running and 
I swallowed hard, staring at Sadie. 

"What?" She looked at me and her eyes were wide open. 
"What's wrong?" 

"I think..." I gasped for air. "I think my water just 
broke!" 

And then deep down, between my hips, a dull cramp 
started, not sharp, not yet, but it was there. My first 
contraction and even though I'd never had a baby before 
in my life, I knew what that meant. 

"Oh shit." Sadie stood there, holding the camera. 

"Contraction." I groaned. 

And then I smiled, because it just seemed funny for 
some reason. I was locked tight with Jack's knot in my 
pussy, his fully erect cock filling my cunt, and my 
water had broke, except there was no place for it to 
go. Jack's knot sealed us tight. And now I was having 
contractions. 

"We gotta get that dog out..." Sadie nodded to herself. 
"Water...cold water...hold on!" 

"Can't you do a c-section?" I asked, giggling as I 
imagined Sadie wheeling me and Jack into the operating 
room at Tripler. 

"Shhh..." Sadie frowned at me, pouring a pitcher of ice 
water over Jack's back, around my thighs, and even on 
my tummy, trying to get his knot to shrink up. 

"This is what I call complications." I grinned. My 
brain was all over the place, feverish with the joy of 
raw animal sex. I'd been fucked like never before in my 
life and it was taking me awhile to come down. 

"Are you high?" Sadie shook her head. "You freaky white 
girls! Tell me when you have another contraction." She 
looked at her watch and went back for more water. 

"Ohhh...Contraction..." I nodded. 

"Eight minutes." Sadie looked at me. "You're fine. Now 
let's see if we can get Jack loose..." 

She'd poured water over both of us, and it had been 
cold on my burning skin. I was shivering and goosebumps 
had broken out on my arms. 

"Maybe we should...Ahhhhh...Shit!" I gasped as Sadie 
reached beneath Jack, who was now standing on all fours 
facing away from me. His cock was hinged and pulled 
back behind him, and she grabbed the base of his cock 
and worked it carefully until I felt it seeming to pop 
out of me all at once. 

When Jack came loose a whole wash of sperm, girl juice, 
and broken water bag came out with him. I probably 
could have filled a good sized bucket with all of it, 
but as it was I was going to need my rug cleaned. It 
didn't really hurt, the cold water had shrunk Jack a 
little maybe, or else his knot had just gone down on 
its own. Either way I felt remarkably empty and almost 
disappointed. I'd enjoyed being locked up. 

"See?" Not so bad." Sadie chuckled. "Don't worry, this 
should make it a lot easier for you later, believe me." 

"You think?" I asked her and then "Ohhh...another 
contraction." I rubbed my huge belly gently, feeling my 
baby moving, as if eager to escape. 

"Another one? Six minutes..." Sadie checked her watch 
and then she was checking my pussy, being careful of 
the mess that surrounded me. "He dilated you good, 
Wendy, about five centimeters I think. This baby is 
gonna slide right out, easy as pie. We need to get you 
to the hospital. 

"Can I wash up?" I asked her. "I gotta pee too." 

"Nope." She held out her hands to help me up. "You're 
just gonna get messy again anyway. I'll do the 
delivery, you just think about how we're gonna explain 
to the nurses why you're baby is covered with dog 
sperm, eh?" 

I blinked at that, not sure if Sadie was joking or not. 

"I'll get some clothes." I scratched my head, feeling 
dizzy and my legs were rubbery. I was sore too, my 
pussy feeling loose and tender and way too empty. 
Juices were spilling down my thighs with every awkward 
step. But I was getting a serious shot of adrenaline 
too! 

I was going to have my baby! 

"Looks like we found a new way to induce labor." Sadie 
was smiling. "You need stuff for the hospital too." 

"I got a bag packed already in the closet by the front 
door." I said with a giggle. "And get the camera! Greg 
wants pictures of the baby being born!" 

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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