by RodgertheDodger (annerogerduncan@sti.net)

Story Code: F/Dog, Beast

We all have special secrets, don't we? And I'm not going to tell any of mine but what other people say to me about their secrets, well, I suppose I can tell those. I don't even know if they really happened so they might be called fairy tales. Secret fairy tales. Okay? I guess that'll do.

Secrets are fun. I mean if there weren't any secrets what would be the fun in wrapping a present or a surprise party or a surprise of some kind. Right? Right!

What girls talk about at work is sort of a public discussion of secrets. A 'work is veritas' and true or not, fun to hear and fun to tell. We all shared our stories, secrets and would share our bedroom talk or the lack-of-bedroom talk. There was a lot of both, believe me, especially with those who had been married longest and the filthiest jokes which were based, no doubt, on the truth. Sometimes tragic truth. Beatings, cheatings, caughtings (that is being caught in the act!)... you know, all the '-ings.'

I can't tell them all now but some fell into categories:
   A) The jealous or demanding husband category.
   B) Love play and spanking category.
   C) Cheating on spouse category;.
   D) Miscellaneous category with its various subparts:
       Anal love,
       Voyeur love
       Threesome love:
         Two males and one female.
         Two females and one male.
         One male and one female with one male watching openly or secretly.
         And the one whispered in the quietest voice was 'Animal Love'.

As to the last category, you had to be really good friends to talk about this one it seemed. But there was one of us, not me and I worn't even hint who it was, had the most experience in this. She despised her husband by this time and got some pleasure out of this kind of cheating on him. It was the only convenient way for her because he was such a creep. Actually, it was his idea in the first place! How about that?

Well, she said, he would never let her drink any alcohol except on rare occasions when he felt like it. By the time he decided to bring home a few beers and a bottle of wine, she was more than ready and plenty thirsty and would take some good swallows. Her husband wasn't mean all the time, just most of the time and on this evening her children were staying at a friend's and they were alone for the weekend.

Anyway, as she told it, her hubby arrived in a festive mood and with a brown paper sack in which were some bottles of wine and a few beers and they had dinner and were quenching their thirst. I almost forgot, but she said they had a dog. An adult German Shepherd. My friend wasn't working then and was very much a housewife and mother and busy with those things. She wasn't someone I thought of as sexy and I guess she got her sex about as often as she got a glass of wine. By the time her husband came home in a good mood and with some drinks she was ready for the drinks and some sex too. Probably any drinks would do and, as it turned out, any sex would do, too.

They had dinner, so she said, and some drinks and her husband was acting kind of romantic and playing with her and teasing her and told her to get in her nightgown and he had a surprise for her and in her nightgown she went. He came in the bedroom when she was dressing, he had a camera and started taking pictures of her in all different positions, he took pictures as he fondled her body. He took loads of pictures and eventually told her to lay on the bed with her eyes closed and her legs open.

By this time, she said, she was horny and had another glass of wine and was ready to get laid.

"I was just lying back on the bed like he told me to," she said. "I had my eyes closed and didn't know what to expect. He was being romantic for once and I was nice and wet and thinking sexy thoughts. Well back in the room he came and I heard him walk to the bed and kneel down and I felt him put something on my fanny. It was strange. Then I felt the bed move and I had to open my eyes. It was our dog! He had put some chocolate on my fanny and was pushing the dog at me. I told him to Stop and he said 'Shut up and lie back. It won't hurt. Don't be a sissy. It's just a dog. He won't hurt you and let's see what he does.'

By this time I was feeling the effects of the wine and asked for another glass which my husband poured and I started drinking it. The dog had caught the scent of the chocolate on me, I guess, and started to nuzzle me between my legs. He had that sweet taste in his mouth but I'm sure he liked the way I tasted too. His tongue felt strange, it made me squirm, I closed my eyes and had another swallow of wine and decided I would teach my husband a lesson and pretend to enjoy myself instead of resisting.

Now I opened my eyes and watched the dog. He was light between my legs and I made sure my husband was watching and looked him in the eyes and smiled and then reached down and spread myself open for the dog to lick except the dog surprised me and bumped me with his nose. I have to say that his nose was bloody cold and made me jump but he kept pushing at me. The cold nose, the warm tongue and the wine were having their effect on me and pretty soon I wasn't just pretending to be enjoying this to get even. I raised my knees and put both hands down between and opened myself wide for his licking. Now the dog was into it and into me and I knew I was real wet because he was licking and slurping like I was a dessert and he couldn't get enough of me. The dog and I were both excited and moving around.

I glanced at my husband and said 'this is nice, you don't know how nice.' He looked a little surprised like maybe I shouldn't be enjoying it, just enduring it as if I were being punished by him not doing it to me himself. It didn't turn out that way, not at all. The dog was licking me in earnest and I was starting to go into another gear, relaxing and getting hot as the dog's long tongue was licking deep inside of me exciting me deep inside. It was sensational and I started feeling its ears and its face, saying things like 'nice dog, good dog'. All the time glancing at my husband and encouraging the dog to lick me harder and deeper. He kept licking me and then I was climaxing and it felt great.

The dog had its dick out and it was red like a piece of raw meat and I took hold of it and played with it and it was wet and got on my fingers but I pushed it away with my foot and off the bed and said 'enough.' I was through, finished, if you know what I mean.

I had really released and cum good and wanted to just lie there awhile and drink some wine. My husband said I was a slut. I didn't care what he said or thought. I was one satisfied woman, I'll tell you that much."

I thought that was the end of my friend's story. I should have known better, it was just the end of our lunch break and a pause in our discussion.

We drove home together that night and I stopped to drop her off and she said: "Why don't we go get a drink? My children are at a friend's and my husband won't be home until late." So we drove to a tavern and had some snacks and a glass of wine. I was wondering - hoping - she might have more to say in the same subject as our lunchtime discussion. I still felt a kind of glow inside from thinking about her story all afternoon and I didn't understand why.

I said: "It was interesting what you said at lunch, about your dog. I guess we should all try something wild like that once in our lives!"

She smiled and said: "Or twice or more!"

I laughed and took a sip of wine and waited for her to continue her story now that I'd brought the subject up but she didn't say anything for a while. I finally said, "Well?"

She said it was embarrassing, "I just got a little carried away earlier, I should never have brought it up."

I said: "It's okay. I won't tell anyone."

We had a little more wine and she looked at me again.

"It was the very next morning. I was all alone in the house and had washed the breakfast dishes and was still naked under my housecoat, I sat down to read the paper, our dog was out on the patio looking in and panting--you know--his tongue out and panting. He needed some water so I let him inside to drink. He went over to his dish and I sat down again I was being dirty, I know, but I couldn't get my mind off that dog and his tongue and his red dick. Maybe I was being weird but it had gotten so my sex life didn't exist and when my husband was in the mood all he wanted was his own fun and I got none at all.

I wasn't sure I could actually enjoy doing it with him anymore, even if I wanted to. But this dog, I know it was wrong or dirty or something like that but it felt so good to be licked until I said 'enough' rather than the other way around and being licked until I was satisfied, until I actually reached my orgasm.

The more I was in the room with the dog, watching him lap his water, the more I wanted to get off again and I didn't care how. It had been so long since my husband had satisfied me and I wanted to feel it again I could tell the dog had liked it and that was part of the fun for me. The unbridled exuberance of that animal made me function instinctively, I had no inhibitions either, I could just enjoy and let loose!

I called for the dog and fussed with him. I think he remembered my smell and my taste as I opened my housecoat he was ready and waiting to carry on where he left off the night before, I know I was! I slid down in the couch and moved my legs apart and spread my lips and he just came right up eager and anxious to please. he nuzzled and licked and I started playing with his dick which was sticking out of his sheath. I think I was still hot from the night before because it didn't take me long to start climaxing, I was soaking wet and the dog was getting even more excited than me.

I surprised myself but you've heard about 'doing it doggy style' well I was going to try it right there in my living room! I got down on my knees and bent over with my chest on the seat of the couch so my rear was up. I took one of his paws and put it over my back. I reached back and started playing with his dick and it got bigger and bigger with a knob at the base and I inched him closer to my opening and it didn't take very long for him to get the idea. Dogs aren't completely dumb and nature started taking its course.

Pretty soon I could feel his dick poking around to find the right spot. I felt up between my legs and guided him into me. Once he got started pumping away it was wild. I could feel him squirting in me and he got in deep and the knob he had on his dick got stuck in me. I was scared now and in a mess with a dog stuck in me but he started really working frantically in me and I wasn't scared anymore. I started feeling so hot and was climaxing hard, I forgot about everything except feeling as good as possible with his dick in me.

After awhile everything cooled down and I just waited there on my hands and knees until he was finally calm enough to pull his cock out of my cunt. He licked me a few times, licked my arse hole too. It was really wild!"

I didn't even take a drink all the time she was telling me about it. It was too amazing and made me feel strange. A strange longing to try it myself, some people say a dog is a man's best friend I'd say my friend had a different idea on that.

Driving home she asked if anything like that had ever happened to me. I said "No!" quite abruptly and dropped her off and drove toward home. She'd been honest with me and I liked hearing about it. I couldn't get up the nerve to tell her my experience. It wasn't like hers but it was special just the same and didn't have anything to do with husbands or getting even or any of that.

Yeah. Okay. We all have special secrets and this was one of mine. Well:

I was home alone one time and relaxing on the couch and reading before going to bed. It was comfortable on the couch and I was reading one of my special books that I sometimes read on quiet evenings. A 'hot' book that made me hot when I read it.

So it was late and I was completely relaxed and lying back with my legs up and just wearing my nightgown with nothing under it and reading - starting to breathe heavily I was putting myself into the middle of the story, becoming the woman in the story having sex. Suddenly my little dog jumped up on the couch. It lay down by my waist and rested its head on my tummy. My nighty had ridden up as my dog jumped up so my belly was totally uncovered. I didn't think anything of it and my dog rested its head on my bare skin. Its fur was soft against my skin.

I don't know what it was, I was already very wet from my imaginary role in my book, and he could probably smell my 'Excitement'. Maybe it was because I adjusted myself on the couch so his nose was a little closer. Maybe I had something; I didn't know what, on my mind but... well... my dog was soon sniffing me and I could feel his cold nose on my abdomen and my hand just went down and stroked his head absentmindedly.

I put my book down and moved on the couch so he was between my legs. I felt his breath on my thighs and opened my legs more to him to help him get the idea. Pretty soon I felt him nudging and licking and making me squirm and feel good and I just relaxed and petted his head and let him lick and lick until I was moving with each stroke of his tongue. His tongue had taken control of my feelings. I reached down and felt how wet I was and didn't know if it was his tongue or me.. .probably both but, l knew how much I liked that feeling whatever caused it his tongue, my fingers or the dog licking me and I knew it was naughty and wrong and good to feel good and that I'd never tell anyone about my exciting quiet moments at home.

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