****** Tippys First Time (with me) by Silverwolf ******
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Tippys First Time (with me)


It was a steamy summer day in August, and I had finally decided to try and fill
the void in my life by going to the local ASPCA to find a roommate. It had been
5 years since I had a canine friend living here, 5 long years after Ginger
died. I had a noncommittal, somewhat sexual relationship with Ginger, and did
not consider myself zoosexual. Our activities centered on mutual oral
stimulation, but she never offered to carry it farther. Nor did I.

I told myself that day I wanted a spayed female, or neutered male. I didn't
want sex, just a companion. As limited as our relationship was, losing Ginger
was the most painful experience I ever had. I was not going to put myself
through that again. The selection at the shelter was very limited, unusual for
them, and I was standing at the counter b-sing with Debbie, who runs the place.
Debbie is an open zoo, who knew my history with Ginger, and she was trying to
convince me that I needed another lover, not just a pet. As we talked, I felt a
furnace of hot air on my back. I turned to see an old lady struggling through
the door carrying a large cardboard box. Being a proper gentleman, I stepped to
the door to help. Thanking me in a shaky voice, her brown hands relinquished
their grip on the box, and I peered in at my new cargo. I saw the most
beautiful set of brown eyes I had ever seen stare back at me.

The box contained an emaciated, trembling little bitch, black with a white
nose, and white and brown paws, curled around three tiny pups. As I set the box
on the counter, I only half-listened to the old girl telling Debby her story.
Those wet sepia pools captivated me, seeming to say help me, save me. She
whimpered as the woman told my friend how she didn't own the dog, how she heard
a noise under her porch, and crawled under to find the dog and pups in the back
corner. I almost laughed picturing the woman, in her eighties at least, on her
hands and knees, dragging the bitch and pups out with a cane, and would have
but for the trauma it must have caused the dog.

Deb came around the counter to look in the box, and was rewarded by a nip for
trying to reach in. She softly scolded the dog, but I could see she didn't want
to reach in again.

"Let me" I told her, then "It's okay little lady, I wont hurt you" to the
bitch.

She let me gently take each pup from her; two were already stiff and cold. The
other Debby didn't hold hope for either, but given the condition of the bitch,
she began dialing the on call vet. The pups looked to be six or eight weeks
old, though severely under-nourished, the third pup crying out and dying while
we examined them. At the sound, the mother fell off the counter trying to get
out of the box. She growled when I tried to pick her up, then whimpered as I
held her bony frame to my chest, struggling to reach her babies.

"They're gone, baby," I hugged her tighter, surprised that I had tears in my
eyes, " you can't help them now." She had no strength left to fight, and
moaned, going limp in my arms. I found my heart racing, remembering Ginger's
last breath as I held her, and almost yelled" Don't give up baby, they're gone,
but you aren't." I got a strange look from Debby as I begged the lord not to
let her die. Those eyes already took me.

"When Doc Smith arrives, he'll probably put her down," Debby said, "even if she
could fight, the shelter can't afford to pay for her care."

"I'll pay it" looking at that gentle face, I had no doubt that I should.

" I don't have much," said the old woman, "I'm on a limited income, but here's
$50 for the turn-in fee, and I have another $20 the vet can have." As I told
her to keep her money, I let Debby know that I would take care of the shelter's
costs, and would take the dog home when I could. I was just telling myself that
I was wasting money, when my new friend reached up and tenderly kissed my lips.
I have never been so thrilled by a kiss in my life. It sent shivers down my
spine, and confused the hell out of me.

When Doc Smith arrived, the old lady had left, and Debby was laughing, telling
me how quickly I fell in love with "Tippy". The white tip on her silky tail
tentatively named her. I was still holding her while I told Debby how
ridiculous the thought of being in love with a dog was.

"Isn't that silly Tippy?" She arched her neck and sweetly kissed me again. I
was shocked to feel her pussy twitching in my hand.

"This girl's in rough shape, you know," Doc's drawl echoed through the exam
room back of the reception desk," she's dehydrated, malnourished, and full of
parasites. She also has an untreated fracture in her front leg that looks to be
a few weeks old and infected. If we can get her eating and clear up the
infection she might make it. It's gonna cost though." I told him don't worry
about the cost, I would, and he asked Debby for the paperwork to take with her.

"I need the turn-ins name to charge the shelter."

"Put her down as Tom's dog," Deb said, "and bill him directly."

After making a healthy donation to the shelter I left to follow Doc's van to
his hospital.

"I hope you and your new girlfriend will be very happy" Deb laughed as I left.

The next few weeks were a blur of running from work over to Doc Smith's to
check on Tippy. She hadn't the strength to walk, or eat, when I met her, and
for five days was hydrated and fed intravenously. Even in that first
frightening week, though, she showed improvement, as well as attachment to me.
The third day she started thumping her tail when she heard my voice.

"I ought to put you on the payroll" Doc joked, commenting on my arriving at 3:
00pm, and staying until he locked up at 9:00pm.

Tippy improved daily, and by week two I was taking her out for short walks in
the park across from the vets. She limped on her bandaged leg, following me to
a bench by a pond. I'd pick her up, set her on the bench beside me, and we
would talk for hours till Doc called, asking if he could lock up. I'd return
home feeling better than I had in years, impatient for the day she would come
home too. One night I woke with the feeling that she was worse, and woke Doc
Smith at 2am to convince him to check on her. An hour later he called back to
tell me she had a reaction to the flea dip she got the day before, and was in
shock when he looked in on her. He convinced me that she was all right now,
though he couldn't figure how I knew she needed him. I was just as confused as
he was. I couldn't sleep that night, and took the next day off to go up and
stay with her. Week eight in Tippy's care Doc told me I could take her home the
next Monday. She had gained 15 pounds, and her dry coat had become full and
silky smooth. She showed no sign of parasites, was eating well, and the
fractured leg was no longer infected and healing nicely.

"The only thing I find wrong with her is a slight heart murmur, but she's
negative for heartworm. I don't think its cause for concern," he said. I had
two weeks vacation coming, and convinced my boss to let me take them to help
Tip adjust to her new home.

Tippy was ecstatic on Monday when I arrived, running out ahead of Doc's
receptionist to jump against my leg, smiling, tail wagging, and digging a hole
in my jeans telling me to take her. I heard her bark for the first time, a
joyous yap saying " get me out of here, please". The ride home was full of
hugs, petting, and those sexy kisses I was already addicted to.

The next few weeks flew by, with Tippy adjusting to her new surroundings and us
both adjusting to each other. She finally got the bandages off, and began
walking normally. She also began going to work with me. I loved walking with
her, her head down, tail swinging, and hips rocking side to side. Her plump
pussy jiggling with every step drove me wild, and I wanted her like I had never
wanted anything before. I told myself I couldn't do that, she'd been through
enough already without my attentions being forced on her. I would be satisfied
with holding her, petting, and her kisses that made me incredibly aroused. Or
so I thought. She changed all of that on a cold December night when I returned
from work wanting only to eat and crawl into bed.

It had been a freezing day, and, my job being outside, I told Tippy she should
probably stay home. I returned home chilled through with Wendy's burgers for
dinner, and Tip was all over me. I snapped at her to get down, being cold and
tired, and immediately regretted it. Her head dropped, tail tucked, and she
slipped into the next room. I hated myself as I prepared the table. Yet when I
called her to eat, she forgave me with a kiss as I helped her to the table.

After dinner, I went right to bed. Being more cold than tired, I decided to
watch TV in bed for a while, and put in "Lady and the Tramp", one of my
favorites. Tippy came over and asked to get in bed with me. Though she had her
own bed by the dresser, she would often join me in mine to relax and watch
movies. Tonight she nosed under the covers, rather than lay on top as usual. I
felt a hot flush as her fur touched my naked body. She turned till she had her
head on the pillow beside me, and lay staring at me as I watched the tape. With
her steamy breath on my cheek, and a couple impassioned kisses exchanged, we
were both soon panting, and I pulled the covers back to cool off.

The tape had ended, and I turned off the set, and started the stereo. As we lay
together listening to Luther Vandros she half sat and gave me the most
passionate kiss ever, her tongue slipping past my lips and dancing around my
mouth. My jaw tingled as she moved her tongue down my cheek, behind my ear, and
worked slowly down my neck. I told myself it was just the salt of my sweat as
she worked over my nipples and down my abdomen. Slow, gentle licks so unlike
the lapping of a happy pet.

When she reached my groin, just above my penis, I found myself begging the
agonizing minutes to pass for her to reach my shaft. I was reminding myself
that her kisses meant nothing to her. Still, I noticed that, facing away from
me now, she stood, reaching me, and her pussy was flexing rapidly under her
tail.

She started at my base, tongue wrapping around me, then gently sliding back. I
was fascinated watching her lips parting, and catching a glimpse of pink in
that plump black mound. She was still on my shaft when, taking a chance, I
reached out and touched her throbbing flesh. She arched her back, pushing her
butt against me, letting my finger slide in her hole, so wet and moist I was
shocked. She wasn't even in heat, I told myself. She turned her head, looking
back as if to say" Do I have to do all the work?" I moved my hand to her hip,
and guided her precious sex into my mouth. As I started sucking and probing,
she went back to pleasing me, taking my head gently in her mouth, and running
her tongue down my shaft. I found her clit, and, alternating deep probing
thrusts with rapid tickling of her head, I soon had her humping so hard my face
hurt. I reached the ridge ahead of her clit, and giving her several slow,
lingering licks, felt her juices flow as she swung her tail above my head.

She pulled away from my mouth, whimpering while still working my balls and
shaft, then turned to taste herself running down my chin. I felt our first time
was ended and reached down to finish myself, when she eagerly nosed my arm away
and straddled me. Her kissing was violent now, speeding up to mach the trusts
she made over my penis. As she pressed against me, I could feel her lips parted
over the center of my shaft. That moist flesh stroking me got me more aroused
that I had ever been, and I wanted more than anything to please her, too!

I took her hips and raised her, still humping, till I could guide my head to
her lips. I didn't expect more than to rub her lips, but as she pushed against
me, I felt a burning softness as I entered her. I turned us to lie side by
side. Panting, close mouthed, she moaned with each unsure thrust I took,
fearing to hurt her. I had never been this far with a dog, but it was better
than any woman I could remember was. Her delicate legs straddled my hips, and
pulling them back, she braced herself at a higher angle to me. I found I could
go deeper now, slowly driving to the hilt in her. We changed position again,
her moving with me till I was gripping the headboard above her as she lay on my
pillow, those soft eyes full of rapture staring at my face. I pumped faster
now, caressing her face with one hand, while gripping white knuckled to the
bed. Her moans and gasps were faster too, till with a soft whimper I felt her
body shudder around me, her wetness seeping into my hairs. I came in an
explosion with her, feeling a thousand fingers grip me from base to tip, till I
thought I had no fluid left in my body.

We rolled over, her still throbbing, squeezing me as I caressed her. I thanked
her, thanked god for her, and knew I would love her forever. She raised her
head to kiss me, then pulling away; she stepped off of me. I saw myself slip
from her, as she began to lick our juices from me. Her lips were parted,
scarlet red now, and I wanted more of her. She already had me hard again when I
pulled her to me and tasted us.

We pleasured each other three times that night, before sleeping holding each
other till mid-afternoon. When I woke up, the first thing I did was to discard
her bed. She would share mine as long as she wanted. For the rest of her life I
hoped. Silverwolf