****** Pet Lovers Forum Stories ****** =============================================================================== Sherry's Stories First time. I used to experiment with my brother when I was 10 and he was 12. I was coming of age.... I would sit on the pot and he would put his hands underneath and I would wet them. For some reason, he liked that. Later he would take me into the shower and kneel down and I would stand. He first took it on the crotch, then the chest, then the face. I thought it was funny and he would pee on me but I didn't care. Our family dog was named Rex; he was part German Shepherd and a million other breeds. German face and build and a tail that curved over his back. Horny, as most Germans are. My brother would strip and I would too. We'd rub sex together and he'd have me lie on my stomach while he rubbed his 'weenie' between my butt cheeks. He got all bothered at a sensation one time, thought he had to pee. It was his first ejack. He loved it when he found out it wasn't pee; felt good to him. I thought it was...different. My butt got all wet. He became very loving toward my cheeks... The dog would watch us do this stuff. One time after we were done, the dog licked me off. Deep tongue action, dog would be a good porn star, he wanted it all. We laughed about it. My brother (what should I call him? I can't use his real name. How about 'Rowdy'?) got the dog to get on my back when I was on all fours. I didn't like it; he would dig his claws in my sides and hurt me. Rowdy put big gym-type sweatsocks on Rex's front paws and dewclaw and asked me to try it again. I did, I thought it might be fun. Rowdy had only used my bottom cheeks. I was still virgin material. A dog didn't count.... Rex did do me by and by. My first 'lover'. Anyone interested in the rest? When he was 14, my brother was sent to a military boarding school in the Midwest. Illinois, 30-some miles west of Chicago. A Catholic, Jesuit place. "Mean bastards", he called them. He hated the place and begged my parents at the end of the first semester to let him transfer. My mother didn't care but my father was a staunch, firm Cat-lick. I didn't like him. My brother ran away from home the summer after his freshman year. He told me he was going to. We would walk the family dog, Rex, out behind our property, it was all scrub woodland. The Little Woods is what we called it. So many of us kids were indoctrinated to wildlife back there. Many birds, many bees.... He was 14, I was 12 and the dog was four. We'd tell the parents, "We're going to walk the dog!", and they thought we were such good kids, staying out of trouble. We'd go back there to smoke cigarettes and see who else was out there, if anyone. There was this one kid, Tim Skaar. He liked to pee on a tree so that Rex would go over and try to dominate the smell. Rex would lift his leg and Tim would put his hand out to wash it. It's like something the Eastern Hindus do with cows. We thought it was weird. Tim even bent down and put his mouth on Rex's sex after the dog peed but Rex growled at him. Tim gave us the creeps. Gave Rex the creeps. I think he's a Jesus-freak now... I got off-track, derailed. On this day, my brother, Rowdy, told me he was going to run away from home, he couldn't stand the family matters or facing another year of military school. Too much in-your-face attitude. Tough-guy stuff and Rowdy was a big bastard but didn't fight and had a live, let live attitude. Didn't like dictator types. Like the Jesuits. Like his father. "I got some Camels and still have some Winstons. Do you want the filter ones?", he asked me. I did, I didn't like the straights. We sat down to smoke and Rex smelled old rabbit trails. "Come here, Rex, I don't want to have to keep watching you." Rowdy like to loaf and smoke, smoke and loaf. He didn't want to have to watch the dog. "Hey Sherry, why don't you pee and let Rex smell it and see what he does?" "I don't have to go." He didn't say anything. "Hang on." He walked over to a cold-spring creek about 20 feet away and came back with some cans of beer. It was 73 degrees out. "Ta-dahhh!" He gave me one. It was cooo-llld. I drank it quickly. Gave me another; drank it as quick. In 20 minutes my pants were off to the side and I was squatting and delivering dog temptation. It was a lot.... Rex watched me and his ears were forward. Humans had never come on to him like this. Before I was done and the pee was just on it's final trickle, Rex was over smelling. I stood up and Rex's tongue was the Charmin-like paper, he couldn't get enough. He then had to smell where I had gone and licked the grass and then peed on it. He came back and addressed my sex. (Lick, lick, lick, lick). It tickled. Man, did it tickle. Rowdy said, "Kneel down, pretend you're a dog!" I got on all fours with my legs apart. My hair kept getting in my eyes and I'd shake my head like a restless horse. I had pooped earlier and even though I had wiped, Rex was very impressed with my backside. He gave it more attention than my sex part. Oh well, you know how dogs are... Next thing I know, he's on me. He's not wearing sox. Rowdy used to put sweatsox on his front legs when he'd hump my cheeks, but there were none here. It hurt. I crawled out from under. "Look at him!", Rowdy gushed. Rex had this huge, red boner. Rex was coming at me again. When dogs are given a taste of sex, they are insistent. Sounds like some human mammals.... Rex forced himself on me even though I was sitting on my heels. He jumped me and was poking my face with that red boner. I opened my mouth.... Rowdy cracked open another can of beer. "You should see this!!" He loved it. "Rex's tail is straight and down!" (Rex had a curly tail like an Alaskan dog; it curled above his back) "He's really into it, you should see this!" Rex's back haunches were humping; his target was my mouth and I was doing my best. It was my first blow-job. I had played with weenies before, but not in the mouth. It was.... It was.... I liked the feel of it but the dog was really pumping. (Humping?) I had a hard time keeping from coughing and gagging. God was he fast with the in-and-out. I'm now in my 30's and have met no man like a dog with the quickness. Rowdy said later that Rex's tail was down between his jack-hammer legs and suddenly the tail was back up, stiffly curved over his back. Not really natural, but stiff. I told him that's when I felt Rex's sex bounce in my mouth. Never, ever have I been sprayed with a load like that. Never. Dogs have such the well. I didn't know what to do. I felt it get very liquid in my mouth, I knew it wasn't only my spit. I began to drink it (what else could I do? It felt nice.) but it was too overwhelming and I drew away. Rex came all over my chin and I went back to try to calm him down (I was thirsty...) Rowdy was laughing and didn't believe what he saw. "Sherry, my god, you should see what he's doing to you!" I couldn't see it but I felt it. Dogs come. And come. And come. Come again. My face was a mess and I had drank what I thought was most of it. We went over to the creek and I washed my face in the cold, cold water and it picked me up a bit. I had never felt this rush before. Never. Rowdy said that I was all flushed and red before I put my head in the cold creek. I was panting. I wanted to fuck that dog... My first fuck was from a dog that I wasn't going steady with. I was 15. The dog was about 5. (Dog years--5 times 7 equals 35) I had blown the dog. You've read my diary. Dog taste stays in your mouth for most of the day. I would gulp and think, "Man, I can still taste it." I would smell my fingers like teenagers do. I loved it, sucking off a dog. Who could I tell that to? No one. Forbidden. More so than say fucking a dog. Which I did... We did it doggy-style. My choice. I had an upstairs bedroom. My brother Rowdy had run away; he had the other upstairs bedroom. My parents lived downstairs and kept away from whatever sins they might find upstairs. Upstairs was off-limits. Not to the dog. Not to Rex. He'd come up and I'd feed him junk food. Chips, Cheezos, what have you. (wag- wag) One night I got horny thinking of flavor in mouth of ago. I invited the dog in, I wanted to blow him. Dogs have a furry cover. I rubbed it. He had been through this before, he tolerated. The tip, you've seen the tip. I licked it. He moved uncomfortably, this hadn't happened for awhile. "Rex, come on Rex, it's me, Sherry..." Soothing voice. He had to calm down; I was master. Mistress? He let me lick him and got bigger. I wanted to blow him. (the squirt in the mouth is....quite something. dog squirt.) I got his dick hard and now I know what is a knot. Big stuff at the end of the cock, I thought it was his balls. He fucked me. I was going to do oral sex, I wanted to do oral sex. I had thoughts of taste for days like before. No matter how much you can drink of a dog, they come too much and yeah, it leaks out. True story. I started to blow Rex and he got out of my mouth and went aft. Backside. He didn't buttfuck me (that's another story) by got on my haunch and one-two-three got into my sex. Stab, stab, stab and bingo. Gifted dog. I, yey, yey. Dog dick in me? Loved it. He was frantic. (hump-hump-hump--quickly) Great fuck. I wanted him in my mouth. He came galore in my sex. Talk about liquid... (I would rather he did it in my mouth) So my dog fucked me. That is nothing compared to when he buggered me..... =============================================================================== "Really. Dogs, most of them, like beer. Watch..." He poured a can in the dog's water dish. The beer was frothy and had a head, the water dish had been dumped out. Wham! The dog went right to it and hammered it with lapping. "See? It's easy to get them ripped." I was at a high-school party when the parents are away. Gone for a week or so, they were screwing around on some sunny islands. I wanted to screw around with this dog. That sounds outre, but true. I lost my virginity to a dog, I first blew a dog. I'm kinda fat and not good-looking and the boys didn't hound (heh) me, so I went to the hounds.... I like it when a male warms my tongue and mouth, but dog-males were all I had. Dogs come more than humans; I was blessed. I would have blown a boy but I had no offers. Dogs were friendly. I had screwed my pet dog Rex. Family pet dog. Talk about stamina!!! Dogs are speed-freaks when it comes to fucking. Lots of come. It's tasty, one has to develop the flavor, like wine. Do it enough, you'll want more. Trust doggie dicks.... This guy Doug was at this drinking gig when the parents were gone; he was giving the dog beer. Dog loved it, nice cold beer on a summer night. What the hell was the dog's name? I feel bad that I don't remember for it was my first anal sex gig. Steamer. That was it, Steamer. That was his name. I don't know why he got that name, I was a guest... The dog got really fucked up on the beer. He walked around really woozy, looked like a guy you'd see at closing time. I said to Ron, the guy that was giving him beer, "I'd better take him out before he pees in the house." Ron said, "Wait." He gave Steamer one for the road. Steamer lapped it up in two minutes. I put a leash on him and went outside. Even I had to pee. The backyard was big and dark. Good. I pulled off my jeans and panties to the side and went. Funny. Steamer was so drunk, he watched me and wagged his tail and it nearly made him fall down. Get a dog drunk, you'll understand. I didn't wipe when I petered out, Steamer waddled over and licked. He loved it... My pants were still down. Off one leg, to the side.... He jumped me. I let him. I had done this before, it was dark... He was drunk, dog-drunk. His aim was off. My bottom caught it. He. Screwed. Me. In. The. Butt. I've never done that with anyone else. Interesting. I kept trying to poop him out but he rammed. It didn't hurt, it was...interesting. He hammered, even drunk, he let nature do it. No one came outside and we had to sit there after it was done for about 5 or 9 minutes. He couldn't get out of me. After he did, I did poop. It was mostly his come with what looked like soft stool. I shit liquid, thank you. Not very womanly, but true. Dogs fuck so greedily. Do it sometime. I have. =============================================================================== She's going to do it, just what is in the air. She's game, she's laughing and squeezing my dog's balls. The dog wags his tail as long as she's just playing, if she is harsh, he bites. She is just feeling his balls and cock when it's still in the skin. She talks to the dog and laughs, the dog is wagging his tail and is happy; he thinks this is fun. He's ready to fetch. She just ran her index finger lightly under his balls on the ball-hair and tickled him. He is confused. He hasn't been fucked by Sherry... Wait a minute, she wants to blow him. (She's ripped.) She just told me that she can blow him and make him come and in just a little bit, he'd fuck her. This dog is iron; I couldn't do that. This dog's name is Jack-knife. This I have to see. She's messin' with his dick. She just told me the tip was out. Hang on, I have to see. God, a big red boner. You should see this. It's being mouthed. I want to watch this. This dog is ratchet-wrench in her mouth now, she's holding on. He's really doing her mouth. Hang on. This story is part of White_Shadow's_Nasty_Stories. 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