Gracie, Female, 46

	- Narrator, Owner of Charlie

	- 5'8, 175lbs, pale beige skin, 32B bra size, shoulder-length sandy blonde hair

Nancy, Female, 42

	- Friend of Gracie, owner of the greyhounds Howie, Shepherd, and Bella

	- 5'7, 145lbs, dark-olive skin, 34C bra size, shoulder-length curly chocolate-brown hair

Charlie (Charlemagne), Male Greyhound, 5 (35 in dog years)

	- Rescued greyhound, owned by Gracie

	- Sleek grey coat

I adopted my greyhound Charlemagne almost three months ago. I call him Charlie. He was a former racer, his previous owner had gone bankrupt and sent a dozen dogs like Charlemagne to a local rescue. I learned about the situation from a friend of mine, Nancy, a woman who had already adopted three herself. It took a couple of weeks and some visits with the foster family before I could bring Charlie home, and he was almost immediately the closest person in my family.

My name is Gracie. I'm 46, sandy blonde hair to my shoulders. I'm 5'8, fifteen pounds overweight, and wish my breasts were larger than the 32-B cups that covered them. I have no children, and my two ex-husbands were essentially all I had left of my family. My parents were deceased, and I'd lost touch with my sister many years ago when she became a Buddhist nun in India. I work a boring job, have a boring life, and outside of a couple of close friends, don't really do much socially. So I adopted Charlie, and he made an impact I never expected on my life.

I'd never considered that dogs could be more than just pets until Nancy joked about the size of her dogs' genitals. We were having lunch at a bistro downtown where we met once or twice a month. We talked frequently of our dogs, how much I'd enjoyed Charlie's company, how I'd never been an animal person, at least not that I knew.

“Seriously! Only about three inches. I know! You'd think greyhounds were bigger. Ah, I tell ya, my boys, my girl, they grow on you, Gracie, they grow on you. Just wait til Charlie starts humping your leg. Ha!”

I laughed with her, said, “Well, Charlie's already tried that, was pretty insistent this morning. I had to give him a treat to distract him. He was red-rocketing my leg!” Red-rocketing was my way of saying that Charlie's penis was erect and extended from his sheath. I didn't tell Nancy that he'd smeared his juices on my leg as he humped and I had to wash myself before heading out for lunch.

“Aww, let him have his fun. He won't hurt you if you're careful. Next he'll be sniffing your crotch!” Another round of laughter. “No, I'm serious. Just you wait and see, he'll know when you are feeling a bit randy, he can smell that, you know. Howie knows when I'm at that point.” She referred to her oldest greyhound, the others being Shepherd and Bella, a male and female. “With the dry spell I've been in, I gotta admit it's nice to get some attention from someone!”

I felt a bit uncomfortable then, Nancy had stepped a bit beyond laughing at dogs humping legs to suggesting she enjoys the interactions. I tried to think of some way to shift the conversation, but she stayed on it. “I tell ya, Gracie, my boys know me better than any man I've married or dated, I can tell you that. Once you learn about the socks, you'll be as happy you adopted as I am.”

Nancy sputtered and blushed suddenly, so caught up in her excitement that she had offered me more than she intended. “I'm sorry... I just.. I love ma boys!”

I chuckled uncomfortably. Despite her blushing, Nancy couldn't let it go.

“Charlie's not fixed is he? My boys aren't.”

“No... No, he's not. I need to get that done soon.”

“My boys aren't fixed either, not going to get them done. Bella, she's all tied up, so they aren't going to get her with puppies, no doubt about that. As long as you don't let him out, let Charlie hang on to his virility. Would hate for someone to take away my sex drive, that's for sure!” Nancy smiled at me.

“Yeah... yeah, I'd hate that too. Not that I've gotten any in years. Not since Franklin.” I'd left my ex-husband four years earlier, I'd caught him fucking a woman that worked checkout at the grocery store and kicked him out immediately. The night before that awful surprise was the last time I had sex with anyone, and it wasn't really that great. “I'm pretty much a do-it-yourself woman these days.”

It was my turn to blush. These weren't the sorts of conversations Nancy and I usually shared. She leaned in. “Yeah, I know what you mean. I handle my own most of the time too, but sometimes I get some help.”

I paused as I wondered who she meant. I'd known Nancy since before my last divorce, and though we didn't talk sex openly, she'd never told me she was dating anyone. Perhaps she had a friends with benefits with someone she'd rather not introduce to me. “Ah, must be nice to have some help sometimes.”

Nancy took my hand in hers, leaned closer. “Look, Gracie, if I tell you something... something I don't tell anyone... about me... Don't hate me or think I'm a bad person, OK? I can't confide this in anyone and I really want to talk to someone about it. Please, promise you won't feel I'm doing wrong.”

I couldn't promise that and I told her so, politely. “Nancy... I... It really depends on whether whatever it is is harming someone. I can't be alright with you harming someone.”

“No, no! No one is being harmed, just that... well, it's not what you think. I found... See... Howie, he kinda... Well, he started it! God, that sounds stupid.”

I felt stupid. “Started what?”

She took a breath and looked into my eyes. “I have sex with my dogs.”

The words seemed to echo in my brain for several minutes before I digested what she'd said. “You... What?!”

Nancy cringed and leaned back. “I have sex with my dogs.”

I had no idea how to respond. I was repulsed, horrified, instantly viewed my friend as a creep, a sick person. “How... Why?”

“Because it feels good. Because they love it. Because I need to have sex. Because feeling my boys knot inside me is the most amazing sensation I've ever felt.” She was animated suddenly, trying desperately to get her view of things into my head. “I don't abuse them, never push it if they aren't in the mood. My boys love me, love having sex with me. And I love having sex with them. There.”

My mouth hung open as I poorly attempted to grab ahold of some way to fire back. I hit on the only thought I could formulate. “How... how did this happen?”

“I said Howie started it, and that's what I meant. At first, he just humped my leg, ya know? Just humped my leg. I pushed him off, like you do to Charlie, but one day I had had a bit to drink and when I felt his penis on my leg... I... I let him finish there. Next day I thought about what I'd done, felt terrible, but he was the same old Howie, happy and energetic. It didn't take much for me to let him do it again.”

The image of Howie ejaculating his semen on Nancy's leg was unexpectedly arousing, and I tried to hide the way my face flushed at the thought.

Nancy continued as I blushed. “And then... And then he started sniffing me. I let him. I let him, and he started trying to lick me through my clothes. It felt good, and I gave in and let him lick me naked. Gracie, I tell ya, Howie's tongue was better than any man, or woman, I've ever been with. He just kept going and going and going. I don't know how many times I climaxed that first time, but I was hooked ever since. When Shepherd joined the family, I soon had two boys ready to lick my snatch any time. I never had it better.”

Despite my revulsion at the idea, I couldn't hide my arousal as I shifted and licked my lips and felt my nipples pressing against my bra, my clit erect between my legs. My pussy soaked and I knew I was creaming my panties.

“So... Nancy, Jesus Christ, so... I don't know what to say. At least you aren't... wait, you said you 'have sex' with your dogs, does that mean...?”

Her silence answered my question. Then she explained. “Yes. I have sex with my dogs. All of them. I let the boys inside me, I fellate them. I do the same for my Bella. Sometimes I'm with all three at once. I love it. They love it. I thought you would understand what it's like to need something and find it in those closest to you...”

Part of me understood completely, but sex with her dogs? I ignored the way my pussy flushed and tried find a way to break away to think. “Nancy, I... Look, I'm having a hard time with this. I... I'm not sure what you want me to say, what I can say, ok? This is some pretty heavy stuff, never heard of it before now. Give me some time, ok? Give me some time to think. I won't tell anyone, I promise.”

Nancy sounded defeated. “Ok... Yeah, I know, I know. But I don't regret it, ok? I'm not ashamed, it's just that... well, you don't understand! No one would understand, it's why I've just kept it to myself til now.”

Despite my mixed emotions, I gave her a hug on the way out and promised to call her when I was ready to talk. That moment would come a day later, but it took me 'understanding' Nancy in a very personal way.

I'd gone to the gym, the store, dropped off some packages, tried to do anything but think about Nancy and Howie and the others. By the time I got home, I was dripping, sweat on my skin and slickness from my vagina. I could smell myself and needed a shower badly. I stripped off my clothes, down to just my moist, creamed panties. I smelled myself strongly and tried not to wonder whether Charlie would find me disgusting or attractive.

He was out sleeping in the yard when I came in, and after shedding everything but my panties, I let him in. Charlie's a larger greyhound, still a moderate sized dog compared to larger breeds like great danes. He nearly managed to knock me over as he jumped against my body, his tongue slapping against my small boobs. My nipples hardened and I tried to push him away and calm him down.

Somewhat successful, I downed a glass of red wine and poured another, then headed to the bedroom and sat down on my bed. It had been a crazy day with Nancy's revelation. She fucks her dogs! I sucked down the second glass and started to rise for my shower.

One might argue that Charlie arrived right on cue, bounding up the steps and immediately burying his snout in my crotch. Almost every nerve in my body tried to push him away. Almost every nerve. Not all.

I froze, his breath hot over my panties, my mind thinking nothing that I recall.

He sniffed and snorted, pressing his nose into my underwear. He stepped back, wiggled and shifted, moved forward to sniff again, tail wagging wildly. Somewhere in my head the words 'fuck it' came forth and I found myself pulling my panties aside and exposing my hairy vagina for his inspection.

I masturbate frequently and often enjoy tasting my own cum and discharge, even after a sweaty, stressful day. Before Charlie could dive back in, I ran my fingers through my hairy slit and brought them to my nose, where I deeply inhaled my sharp odors before sliding my slick fingers in my mouth. My own pussy cream coated my tongue, pungent and slick, as I felt hot breath on my labia.

Charlie sniffed again, then looked at me as if he wanted permission. “Knock yourself out, Charlie.” At that point, I'd have humped a tree stump if I thought it would get me off.

Charlie dove in, his long, rough tongue sliding along my pussy. I buzzed and tensed immediately. Oh, my God, was his tongue amazing. It slipped all over my vulva, slathering on my clit, sliding between my labia and into my vagina, over my anus below.

I started bucking against his licks, my clit on fire. My stomach clenched, I felt sharp tingling spread out from my crotch and return stronger. My nub throbbed each time Charlie swept his tongue past, my juices flowing into his mouth. I watched his slender head bobbing and dipping as he licked, felt his tongue slide into my vagina and back to my clit.

I exploded, waves of orgasm sending my body writhing against his rough touch. My nipples rang, my cunt spasmed and grew slick. Charlie lapped at my juices, my clit throbbing as I came.

Years of desire washed out of me. Charlie's tongue was the first action I'd had in four years, and damn if he wasn't already the best cuntlicker I'd ever had.

He wasn't done. Before my first had run its course Charlie was lapping his way to my second. He turned his head a bit, licked across my clit and labia from my thigh, and I exploded anew, climaxing hard against him. As my body shuddered and my cream flowed, my dog cleaned my juices as fast as he could from my vulva.

I collapsed back on the bed, and Charlie seemed to understand. He backed off and watched me.

He wanted his turn.

I felt his front legs rise up to my lower thighs, and his small, erect penis came into view for a moment before I felt it slap wet and warm and spongy against my knee. After what he'd given me, I couldn't deny my boy.

I straightened my leg a bit, felt Charlie get a better angle. His slippery cock shot back and forth across my lower thigh. The small red end drooling over my leg. Charlie's tongue was out of his mouth, the dog panting as he humped my thigh. I watched in amazement as the dog started throwing himself against my leg, his penis small but swelling.

He humped me fast, almost convulsing against my body. His penis expanded and got harder, and it was then that I felt warm fluids splashing against my vulva. Charlie was spurting cum wildly, onto my thigh, my stomach, and onto my hairy vagina.

Almost as soon as he finished, Charlie began cleanup duty. He licked around my legs, up to my stomach, and over my swollen pussy lips. I was so aroused by the way he'd cum on me that when he hit my clit three or four times in a row, I spasmed and came for the third time, writhing around his tongue.

I couldn't believe what I'd just done. I let my dog lick my pussy and bring me to orgasm. Three times! I felt shame, confusion, I wanted to hate Nancy. I wanted to cry, to see a therapist.

Instead, I drank another glass of wine and curled up with Charlie without showering. When I woke early the next day, my reaction to the minutes with Charlie had changed a lot, and I had questions for Nancy that I knew she would answer.