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F/dog zoo/best cons oral
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Revelation
by Stasya
---------------
How can I express how I feel about what happened last night?
Will I be able to deal with life now that ours together has changed
so much?
Last night seemed so... inevitable somehow.
But now...
In the clear light of a new day...
The harsh reality has set in.
Last night, I kidded you about being 'a real animal when it comes to
sex'.
Now, as I roll over to gaze at your muscular body...
I realize I can never tell anyone else how much we truly love each
other.
Because you *are* an animal.
My latest lover - is a dog.
In the clear dawn of a new day, I wrap my arms around your warm
body and cry.
"I couldn't help myself."
"I needed what you gave me."
"That raw passion that you mixed with your love..."
"It felt so good."
"So intense..."
"And now, where do we go from here?"
Wise young eyes open to look at me and then a long tongue
reaches out to lick my tears away.
My crying slows and I gently grab your muzzle and kiss you.
"Well, we've done it now." I smile ruefully. "There isn't any point to
denying my feelings is there?"
As we cuddle and your heart beats a gentle rhythm against my
body, I remember.
---
Was it almost two years ago I brought you home?
You were just a shivering bundle of fur that whimpered softly.
I don't know what made me pick you out.
I suppose it was the way you left your brothers and sisters to stand
against the edge of the box and look at me.
'Free Puppies' - the sign said.
I walked past that sign several times before I relented and
bothered to stop and notice all of you.
Even then, I knew that if I stopped to look, I would get one of you.
My eyes open briefly to look at your sister where she lies at the foot
of the bed.
OK... So I wound up with *two* puppies.
When I reached to pick you up, another one started crying as you
were lifted away.
Even at that age, the two of you were a pair.
In a spirit of whimsy, I named the two of you Zeus and Hera.
I suppose the names were fated.
Certainly, you are both wise beyond anything I expected.
Wise...
And patient.
Together, the three of us formed a relationship as I learned how to
care for dogs.
It wouldn't surprise me to learn that the two of you believe I bought
this house and yard for you.
In a very real sense, I did.
I always wanted a place of my own.
Home.
Such a simple word to have so big an impact on my emotions.
Our home.
I savor the thought.
OK, so you and Hera were an excuse of sorts. After all the battles
with the landlord as the two of you grew... I decided *I* wanted to be
able to decide who entered my home and stayed with me. So, I
bought this place. I have my privacy and nobody runs my life but
me.
It was during Hera's first estrus that I realized I had a problem.
I know... I *should* have had the two of you 'fixed'. I didn't because
I firmly believe in not tampering with nature. I figured the three of us
could figure out some sort of solution to that problem when it
happened.
We did. After some heated and very charged sessions, you
learned that just because your instincts were telling you you should
be screwing something, you had to leave her alone.
You also, finally, learned to to leave me alone.
I got very frustrated when you would come and sniff me to check
me out. Not sexually frustrated, frustrated as in 'Don't do that!'
The training helped all of us.
I still remember how embarrassed I was when I asked the trainer if
it would be possible to teach you to leave bitches in heat alone.
I suppose he had heard it before. Instead of making ribald
comments, he took the time to cover the subject in a calm and
realistic manner. I think he knew what I was *really* asking. I wasn't
the only woman there who looked a bit embarrassed.
Oddly, it has been Hera who approved or disapproved of my male
friends. You've been tolerant of everyone.
She, on the other hand, has been very open and sometimes vocal
in her opinions of people. They are not always good opinions
either.
After a couple of brief and failed relationships, I learned to pay
attention to her. Since then, while none of the men have become
permanent lovers, I have found that we tend to at least stay friends
and there has been far less emotional stress in my life.
'OK Elizabeth Kay. Quit lying to yourself. Since you got the dogs
and started paying attention to their opinions of possible partners,
you've suffered less *sexual* stress and frustration.'
I smile wryly to myself as I reach to pet Zeus. My hand, with a mind
of its own, finds his sheath and lightly brushes it.
Denial.
I've denied my feelings and desires for close to a year now.
Ever since I discovered that a 'responsible' dog owner should see
to a dog's sexual relief if he is kept around unneutered bitches.
I was repelled by the idea of having to masturbate Zeus. But, if I
didn't want him to possibly suffer other medical problems later, it
was that or neuter him and/or spay Hera.
Oh, there are chemical solutions. Typical male ones that involve
interfering with the female's hormones. Nobody I talked to offered
anything similar for Zeus unless I specifically asked if there was
some way. Every one of those had long term side effects.
Negative ones.
I value these two far too much to subject them to such risk for
something that is not their fault or even a real problem.
That left 'physical' solutions. Masturbating Zeus, castrating him or
a vasectomy. Except, no vet here was willing to do the last.
Of course, I could have had one or both 'fixed'. That's what
everyone expected - no - pretty much *demanded* I do as a
'responsible' dog owner.
Right. Put the blame on them. Don't try to find a better solution.
Avoid the real problem. Avoid facing my freely chosen
responsibilities.
Out of the question.
I chose what was, to my way of thinking, the least repugnant of all
the evil choices. I decided that when Hera was in season, I would
masturbate Zeus.
It was an unpleasant 'duty' that I had to perform - so I did.
A very self-mocking smile curves my lips as I remember my
'reasoning' and the results.
I paid close attention to his reactions so I could find out the fastest
way to get him off. It was obvious he enjoyed the attention. So,
when Hera was in her next estrus, I took him in hand every time he
got too obviously frustrated. It became a twice a day ritual until she
was done.
Then, the long months of quiet until the next time. At least that was
what I had thought would happen.
Zeus had other ideas by the time she was done. It took me weeks
to get him used to the idea that I wasn't going to do him every day.
A few more months and then we had it to do all over again.
Was it because I knew how much men liked blowjobs that I finally
tried giving Zeus one? Or was it the accidental taste of his semen
on my hands?
No. If I'm to be honest with myself, it was my own hurt and frustration
that led to that action.
My last partner didn't like oral sex. All we ever did was fuck
normally.
So, I came home upset because I missed the taste of a man's
penis and the feel of it in my mouth.
There you and Hera were. Happy to see me. She was in season
so I knew I would have to do something for you before we got
some sleep.
As we shared hugs, you started humping me to let me know you
were ready.
I can't deny it now. I had quit hesitating when I reached for your
sheath. And you, you always stood there and let me proceed at
my pace. What we did was 'normal' in your mind.
Mine too.
Emotionally drained from this last effort to get a man to allow me to
suck him, I was sort of drifting as I watched you emerge from your
sheath.
With skilled touches and pressure, I quickly got you expanded to
your full size and you began your orgasmic spurts.
Gods... I ached with the need to taste semen. So, I finally bent my
head down and tasted yours.
Fresh from the source.
At that point, it seemed natural to hold you as I placed my lips to
your tip and then opened them and slowly swallowed your shaft.
Eyes closed... I dreamed that you were a human and I was
allowing you to fill my mouth with your semen.
"Zeus."
"I'm sorry about how I've treated you since that night."
"I was disgusted with myself for what I had done."
"Blamed you for everything that had happened."
"Rejected your friendship, your love..."
"Because of my own fears and self-hatred."
I know...
Apologizing to a dog sounds crazy. I need to though.
I know he understands somehow.
If he didn't, what happened last night would never have happened.
Sure... everyone else will just smile and tell me that since Hera
was in season and I offered myself, he was bound to screw me.
Dogs will screw anything that bends over if they are in the mood.
Not Zeus.
I spent the last year and a half teaching him to not screw anything
or even try.
Especially, to not stick his nose between my legs and ask me.
So, when I came home after breaking off this last relationship, I was
sexually frustrated.
Zeus, in spite of my yelling at him for the last week and ignoring him
except to feed him and jerk him off, was happy to see me.
---
Picture...
A mountain valley dotted with homes.
On one hillside is an ordinary double-wide mobile home.
Not new, not old, it is well maintained.
Ordinary field fencing surrounds about 5 acres of land.
At the back of the home is a small yard that is not much wider than
the mobile is wide. It extends about 60 feet back and is enclosed
with a solid wood fence.
There are two dog runs, a porch, the trailer awning and a lawn.
Out front is another porch that faces another lawn.
Something indefinable suggests that a woman may have
designed this yard.
One did.
I did.
I originally designed the back yard for myself, the dogs - and
privacy in case I needed it.
No, not in case.
Deliberately.
I have always wanted my own yard where I could be myself.
Dress or go nude whenever I wanted.
Someplace I could just relax without worrying about prying eyes.
A place where I and my lovers could be outside.
Make love to each other if we wished.
Sex - with someone you care for - outside - is...
Awesome.
Emotionally charged.
Somehow...
More - everything.
Unless you have loved outside, under the stars or in daylight,
without fear or worry of being interrupted, you will never understand
just how much it changes a relationship.
It creates a special bond between you and your partner.
There aren't words for it.
But, as anyone who *has* loved outside will tell you, there are
feelings that you will never get any other way.
So, there we were. I was naked and feeling sorry for myself while I
watched the two of you romping.
As I watched, I slowly realized that a male dog does more than
hump a bitch. There's a ritual to it. A poetry of asking and gentle
refusal.
At that point, when Zeus came by and playfully yet seriously
swatted at me, I knew what he was asking. Instead of getting upset,
something in me finally realized and *accepted* who my next lover
was going to be.
Instead of rebuffing him, I slowly got down on my knees and
hugged him.
My hands wandered his body. Inevitably, they found his sheath
and gently caressed it. This time, instead of hurrying through a
'duty', I closed my eyes and touched him as I would a lover.
Gentle. Teasing. Knowing. At long last, I wasn't hiding from what
Zeus and my body had known for some time.
This time, it was with a sure knowledge of my goal in mind that I
shifted so I was on my back.
Remember what I said about love outdoors with someone
special? Last night I discovered what it means to be outside during
that all important 'first time' with a new lover.
Then too... I have to laugh softly at myself and Zeus - both of us
were too horny to even think of moving somewhere else or worry
about where we were.
The end result was that in a very special way, what Zeus and I did
was more *natural* than any other first time I've been through. It
didn't deserve to be kept hidden inside.
Once I was comfortable, my mouth found the opening to his sheath
as though I had been doing it for years.
With easy skill, I squeezed the base of his penis and eagerly
swallowed it as drove forward. Once I had nearly all of him
sheathed in me I felt his bulbs touch the outside of my lips. I
stopped his movements so we wouldn't become locked together.
It was then I first became aware of how powerful his haunches were.
I shivered at the raw power I discovered.
Liquid flowed. Salty, tangy, it flowed. As it flowed, I savored the
newness of it. Quickly, he reached full hardness. He was slippery.
His bulbs felt like a rock wrapped around his penis. The only soft
part was some wrinkled flesh at the back of his bulbs.
Experimentally, I began moving my tongue and caressing him. I
was rewarded with increased pulses of liquid.
It seemed the most natural thing in the world to lean my head back
on the grass and keep his tip in my mouth.
My eyes opened and I looked into his furry belly. I followed his
length until I reached his knot. 'My god! It's huge!' I kept my hand
cupped at his base.
Dark blue. Veins that rippled along its surface. His penis
extended from my lips then tapered outward to a bulge. After that, it
abruptly fell off in size.
Watching him slowly vanish, I raised myself and let his length slide
into me once again. Yes, the tapered portion of his bulbs did
gradually stretch my lips. I paused when I felt I could go no further.
Sooo... natural to stop with him filling me. I could feel my lips
respond as his heartbeat pulsed his penis.
Pulse. Pulse. Pulse. Endless gentle nudges against my senses.
No man was ever like this or could be.
I finally pulled back and let my head rest on the ground again.
Mesmerized, with him still pulsing every so often, I thought about
what I was seeing.
Things were clearer now. Here was an instrument of reproduction
designed by nature to do one thing and do it well. Even if partially
hard, the taper would help gently stretch a vulva as it penetrated.
Once in, the abrupt change in size at the base would help prevent
that same easy stretching as it tried to withdraw. Instead, the
transition would be so great, it would act almost as a lock. I knew
there was more to it than that. If one's muscles were able to relax
enough, withdrawal would be easy.
With that thought in mind, I was no longer worried about letting him
take me as he would a bitch.
I continued to suckle. As Zeus got excited again, his fluid flowed
into my mouth. I pulled away and let him dribble on me. Eyes
closed, I used my free hand to slowly spread his semen across my
body. It wasn't sticky like a man's. It flowed. I felt like I was
anointing myself.
In a real sense, I was. In me. On me. And soon, *within me*. Of
that I had no lingering doubts.
Lust, love, care...
Last night I finally admitted to myself that Zeus and I have a long
future ahead of us as lovers.
---
Stasya,
Jan 28, 2000
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