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                        GONE TO THE DOGS

Sandy had always been interested in dogs and horses (but that's another
story). For as long as she could remember she had owned one or more
dogs. Her introduction to the birds and the bees, as a matter of fact,
was through them.

When she was twelve she came home from school early and heard noises in
the basement. Upon peeking down the stairs she saw her mother and father
with two dogs. Their male dog had climbed on the back of their female.
(She remembered that both dogs had acted funny around that time, the
male was always trying to climb on her leg. Her parents always got angry
and shooed him away.) He was making quick, little funny thrusting
motions with his haunches.

She almost cried out for him to stop, but noticed her mother and father
were also acting funny. Her father had a bulge in the front of his pants
and her mother was rubbing herself between her legs. She froze while the
dogs were continuing their silly activity when her mother reached over
and opened her father's belt and pants. As they fell to the floor she
grabbed his underwear and also pulled then down. She had problems with
these because he had something red and very, very funny looking sticking
[PAUSE]       out in front. He didn't have the same slit between his legs that she
did.

Whatever was wrong her mother apparently was going to correct it because
she tried to pull the growth off. She apparently couldn't do it because
she soon stopped and knelt down and tried to bite it off. All this time
her father stood there seemingly unconcerned. Suddenly he grabbed her
mother and all but tore her slacks off. He yanked them down to the floor
along with her panties. She appeared to be normal in the front, but she
did have hair between her legs (Sandy had seem that once before).

Apparently, since her mother couldn't pull or bite the growth off she
tried a very strange thing. She tried to grab it with her legs. About
this time they both kind of crumpled to the floor. Sandy could no longer
see them then, but they sure were breathing hard. After no more than
thirty seconds, while Sandy was trying to figure out how to see what
they were doing, her father let out a loud grunt and her mother yelled,
"Damn, you just never can wait, can you!"

He let out some expletives Sandy had never heard before and, based upon
the angry reaction, he may even have hit her mother. Her mother,
however, replied in kind. When they got up the growth had shrunk down to
much smaller proportions, but their anger was clearly evident. That was
a side of her parents she had no interest in learning more about. All
[PAUSE]       this time the dogs were still playing their funny game. Sandy split when
her father let loose a round-house kick aimed at our male dog, and her
mother yelled, "Even HE is better than you!"

Later she passed this scene along to her friends at school. One of the
girls gave a knowing look and explained the "technical details" to all
present.

Time passed. Sandy entered and left high school, doing the boys' scene
in between. But she could never find any of them she really liked. The
boys seemed mainly interested in the other girls with big, gross
Hollywood figures.

Sandy was quite lovely, in a plain sort of way. Her medium height and
average "build" never attracted a great deal of attention. Her short,
soft brown hair seemed to be just the perfect adornment to her simple
beauty. Her legs were long and delicately molded. But her most radiant
feature, her exquisitely beautiful face, was totally lost in her circle
of friends interested in money (girls), boobs (boys), pussies (boys) and
cocks (boys and girls).

After high school she tried several menial secretarial jobs. The older
men she met were much more appreciative of her striking good looks and
pleasant personality than the immature boys. She had no trouble
[PAUSE]       attracting mature men. She was, therefore, able to have her pick of
them, her choice of attributes. She chose the most important, money.

Marrying an older man had its advantages, not excluding physical
love-making (but that's another story). Sandy did not enjoy dominating
OR being dominated by men or other women. Younger men were always more
interested in pleasing themselves than in her. She enjoyed sensitive and
sharing men. She found that trait much more common in older men,
particularly when in bed. But money decided it. Well into her thirties
now, she was enjoying the "fruits" of her labor, an easy and free life
of leisure.

Her husband had to spend much of his time out of town on business, but
this was not totally without reward. But even when he was home Sandy
always received her total freedom. During her leisure time she had
developed a keen interest in animal rights and animal rights people,
particularly Jim. Although she was never a real fan of these people, her
attraction to Jim was immediate and heartfelt. Jim was more than a
rightist, he was kind and tender soul. She had never met anyone like
Jim, tall, relatively angular and, oh, so gentle AND passionate.

Jim and Sandy became delightful lovers. They took great pains to share
their feelings and passions with each other. Their romance was total,
but without hurt to any other person. Her relationship with her husband
[PAUSE]       did not change with the possible exceptions that she was more accepting
and forgiving.

With Jim's help Sandy gradually accumulated several stray dogs. She had
developed a concern for the over-population problem so she had always
had her dogs neutered. Her most recent one was a magnificent Great Dane,
Sam, a give-up, which she hadn't neutered yet.

One day Jim called and invited her on a rescue mission. A bitch in heat
was terrorizing a residential neighborhood. When they finally located
the desperado she turned out to be a miniature dachshund that was too
low to accommodate the great males following her. Their frustration was
indescribable. Sandy carried the hooligan on her lap while Jim drove
away. Jim dropped Sandy at her home while he took the dog to a shelter.

Her greeting from Sam was surprising enthusiastic, but she chalked it up
to youth. Sandy was bushed so she decided to turn in early. Without even
changing she plopped into a nearby chair, stretched out and dozed.

Soon she was aroused from her nap to find Sam totally covering her. His
huge face was within inches of her's, his strong front legs straddled
and effectively pinned her to the chair. The immediate sensation was
stark fear. As she strained to get up she became aware of the fact that
Sam wasn't attacking her, he was humping her in no uncertain terms.
[PAUSE]       Unfortunately for him Sandy's slacks were a decided impediment.

She then realized there was no danger for her well-being, but she wasn't
exactly being humane to Sam. Not being a total prude, she decided to
play along with him. She knew that something must give or Sam might hurt
himself, or her in frustration. Reasoning from previous experience she
figured that a helping hand was called for.

She reached down to remedy the situation. But low and behold, she did
not encounter the pencil-thin penis she expected. Although it was not of
major proportions its one inch diameter of glistening smooth strength
was an unexpected and welcome surprise. Expertly she allowed her hand to
gently caress the stiff rod and to gradually accumulate enough lubricant
to be merciful. Although the diameter was not large the length was
magnificent. It felt like it was over a foot long (although Sandy's
estimates in this sort of thing was not perfect). As she eased her hand
comfortably around his penis, Sam, encouraged, renewed his efforts. His
rear-end continued its short, but insistent, strokes.

Sandy felt giddy with power. But she also felt giddy with lust. Jim
wasn't here. She was no prig. Why not? But how? Sam was not about to
stop. Oh, well, these young males. (It proved her point, didn't it?)

Bit-by-bit his humping became more resolute. His end was near. By
[PAUSE]       squeezing her hand in time with his quick strokes he became frantic.
(Had she created a monster? Some monster!)

Mercifully, one last plunge by Sam and the deed was done. Hot, slimy
semen sprayed on Sandy's clothes, but neither Sam or Sandy cared. One
last firm squeeze extracted a squeal of unabashed joy from Sam. No bitch
ever did that before!

After a very long time, to Sandy, Sam descended from his dominant
position over Sandy. His gratitude was apparent.

At this point Sandy remembered how tired she was. She would have liked
to invite Jim over for a discussion of animals, but she thought better
of it. Tossing her clothes in the hamper she quickly won the debate to
skip pajamas. A quick hiatus in the bathroom brought her within an
instant of bed. One thing stood in her way - Sam.

A gentle pat on the head wasn't going to satisfy Sam this time. Although
the clothes she had worn were gone the smell must have lingered or
something. So Sandy sat down on the bed and held his huge head in her
softly warm and bare lap.

Sam loved it. He snuggled in closer and burrowed his nose right into her
crotch. Sandy was a little taken back, but, "What the hell," she
[PAUSE]       thought.

Imperceptibly she started to spread her lovely legs. Sam encouraged this
by burrowing in deeper. His cold nose caused a shock to her, but not
nearly as much as his long slobbery tongue. This sopping organ was
definitely intent on exploring the region around Sandy's crotch. At
first, she said, "Enough", but Sam would not hear of it.

Then his hot tongue found her clitoris. Shock-waves of passion boiled up
in her. It was too much. She gently held his head in her arms and lay
back to enjoy it. If only Jim could see her now.

She had always thought that a dog's tongue were rough, but his didn't
feel that way or, at least, his saliva certainly smoothed the rough
spots. Sam was being exceeding gentle. A few gentle flutters on her
clitoris would raise Sandy's lovely, smooth, curved ass off the bed in
pure ecstasy. Then he would descend and send his remarkably long tongue
deep into her vagina. That deeply delicious, warm moist cavern of
sensuousness. A few long, slow and deep strokes would fire Sandy to
fever pitch, then he would shift back to her lovely little pink
clitoris. In between he would wonder all around her pubic area, pausing
here and there to devote particular attention. The feelings being
generated inside Sandy were unmistakable and uncontrollable and
delicious.
[PAUSE]
"Jim, Jim, come into me," she said as she reached down to pull her lover
up to her. As if on cue, Sam rose up, placed a quick and gentle lick on
each breast and gentle placed his front paws next to her. She could feel
his warm furry belly lower onto her delightful, silky-smooth,
pink-skinned body.

She reached down to help Sam enter her, gently caressing his splendid
penis. She felt down the silky and slimy-clean shaft to the sheath and
the source of his mighty rod. Sam's short, quick strokes of fervor
anxiously sought home. Sandy selfishly restrained him from his appointed
task. Her hands surveyed all of that splendid shaft.

The "business end" was designed for "rough-field" use, much more
to-the-point than a man's. The excessively slippery lubricant also aided
in the dog's life full of casual and hectic encounters. But these
features only made the pending union more fascinating to Sandy.

As her hand again slid down the shaft taking in all the various dips and
curves formed by veins filled to capacity, her hunger for it overtook
her curiosity. But even before she could help, Sam's fantastic and
warmly glowing penis entered the glory cave. Both Sam and Sandy groan in
unison as the marvelous tool sunk deep into her. Sam's short,
lusting-animal jabs magically transform into long, exquisitely-deep,
[PAUSE]       impassioned caresses. As each stroke lengthened Sandy could feel Sam's
glorious penis grow and expand to fill her. The feeling was
overwhelming. Sandy cried out in passion for Jim. "Deeper, Jim, deeper.
I want all of you in me. Fill me with your whole self, Jim." Sandy's
gorgeous legs leisurely enveloped the active loins to ensure Sam's
continuance. With cautious insistence she hurried Sam along his well
laid path. When her height of emotion just reached its peak she reached
out will her whole self and brought the passionately panting dog to her.
Together they howled their climaxes. A final thrust lodged the
magnificent penis fully into Sandy. His semen and juices shot forth into
her will all the passion pent up inside them.

As Sandy gradually fought back against the tide of sensuality to full
consciousness she heard a faint noise in the room. Sam's panting had
ceased, but the distinct clap of applause filled her ears. Her eye's
open to see Jim, with the biggest, sweetest smile she had seen since
after the first time they had made passionate love together.

"Bravo. Bravo. Encore. More. More."

"Jim! How long have you been here."

"Long enough to have learned the lesson that I should have your dogs
neutered before you let them in the house, Sandy. Is it my turn?"
[PAUSE]
"Yes, yes."

In a flash Jim had removed his own clothes. In one swift motion he
lifted Sandy up and placed her in the middle of the bed. He sat
cross-legged next to her, soaking up the exquisite beauty lying before
him.

"The Creator made a appalling mistake when he disallowed us to make mad,
passionate love remotely so we could see the beauty of the human body,"
he said.

Agreeing, she sat up in front of him. As Jim reached out to gently cup
her small, but luscious, breasts in his warm hands, Sandy extended her
hand and caressed his nipples. A slow, fervent kiss exchanged lips
several times. Cautiously, at first, their tongues explored, as their
hands softly and hesitantly meandered among the newly found hills and
valleys of each other. Their nipple stood at rigid attention, her's
being like lovely, ruby flowers stretching out to Jim. He paused a
moment to delicately plant a warm, moist kiss on each sweet breast.
Their fingers continued to enjoy their romped as children at play.

One of his hands crept up to stroke Sandy's hair and fell lovingly to
gently massage her shoulders and back of the neck and ear; the other
[PAUSE]       stole lower to her delicately smooth, creamy white inner thigh and
delicately inched to her pubic area, rich in erotic senses. It was still
dripping wet with Sam's seminal fluids, but it bothered him not. He
gently traced the contours of her pubic mound and tangled his fingers
lovingly in her hair. He leaned over and plucked a small, perfect, white
daisy from a vase next to the bed and wound the stem amongst the fur. He
then tenderly frolicked over the mons and cautiously ventured further.

Her hands were far from idle as she caressed his chest and arms and
followed the soft fur down towards the deep and dark nether regions. As
she reached the mound of soft hair surrounding his soft and pliable
penis, it began to increase. Slowly at first, then quickly it grew and
expanded until it became a quivering rod proudly and majestically
upright in the forest for all to see. With supreme sensitiveness she
slid the foreskin back to expose the glistening head at which she always
marveled. Her finger traced the edges of the glans around and followed
it up to the narrow closed orifice. Oh, so, gently she lifted his
forbidding penis up and looked it head on. Her soft fingers then touched
a large serpentine vein and followed it full length, wondering lazily as
she went. When she reached the root, the source of the enormous organ's
strength, she extended her hand until she totally enveloped the rigid
staff. The other hand stole down still lower to the testicles. In the
heat of passion they were loose and pliable. As she valiantly tried to
capture and hold one Jim caused her to start.
[PAUSE]
He had found her clitoris, her blood-rich bud, flower, seat of driving
passion. But not until after he had deliciously sought the hidden depths
of her creamy pink vagina, the love-shrine. Sam's fluids was perfect to
moisten and lubricate his touch. With exquisite care and tenderness he
surrounded her exquisitely sensitive flower and caressed every crevice
and tip. Sandy gave a reflex intake as he reached the tip. Her moans
were equalled only by his. Jim dallied with trembling hand as shivers of
passion waved through Sandy's graceful body.

Together they lavished joyful touch upon tender touch on each other as
they shared this exquisitely lovely and passionate moment. As their soft
and gentle frolicking continued their breathing meshed into one.

Imperceptibly each clung to the other. At no time did their eyes wander
from each other, being constantly focused on their finger's meanderings,
awed by the innocent and sweet "children" at play in their enchanted
meadow.

As one they looked at each other as if to verify that their time was
now. The electricity of the moment was awesome.

Their eyes again dropped as Sandy untangled her lovely long legs and
laid them on either side of Jim. They played as a perfect team. As one
[PAUSE]       of his hands continued his caress of her neck and back, the other
alternated between his tender awakening of her clitoris and sensitive
probing of her warm cave of joyful love. Simultaneously, one of her
hands sought Jim's back and pulled him closer and the other continued
the game of tag with his testes.

As passion overtook them she slipped her hand up once more to his
turgid, pulsing penis and as Jim open slightly her vagina she allowed
the softly rounded head to run around the lips ever perceptually
creeping closer to the warm, dark cave, as her flowing juices graciously
covered the magnificently erect crown.

They both watched in utter amazement as the now self-activated penis
followed the lead shown him. With faint help from Jim and Sandy the
splendid shaft slowly sank out of sight. As if watch departing friends,
Sandy and Jim gave pause when Jim was totally immersed inside of Sandy.

Only then did they look up to gaze into each other's eyes.

With a sly grin Jim said, "What now, the best part is over?"

Sandy smiled back and said, "Let's just wait and see."

Snuggling closer, they remained locked, totally engaged.
[PAUSE]
She squirmed and uttered a delightful squeal, "Jim, it has never been
like this before. Can we keep this moment?" The rhetorical question went
unanswered.

Still lovingly gazing at each other, they sat linked in ecstacy for
close to fifteen minutes. Then at a moment totally without sign, Sandy
whispered, "It is time."

With nearly imperceptible movement they began the dance of love that
could only end their delight.

With obvious reluctance the engorged and turgid rod emerged from its
comfortable home for a short moment and then disappeared again with
relish into the inner reaches of pleasure. Each removal, sheer agony;
each return, utter elation.

As the gentle rhythms of their swaying pelvises gradually increased in
intensity, their breathing took on a certain urgency. With the heavy
breathing their pelvic pumping followed suit. The dogged clutch-release
of Sandy exactly tuned to the earnest thrust-lingering withdrawal of
Jim's hips. His magnificently sturdy and shimmering penis, never
flailing, begged to remain inside Sandy, but it was not to be...yet. The
fluid noises of their combined juices, a slight bed-centered squeak and
[PAUSE]       their passionate breathing were the only sounds.

Precisely on cue their breathing became more like grunts and groans as
the heated motion of their bodies became more spontaneous and impulsive
and less restrained.

As their exertion approached the agonizing stage (to a casual observer)
the sensuous groans became a constant barrage of erotic and carnal
grunts. Sandy attempted to control the fantastic thrusts of Jim, just to
make them linger, but to no avail. For one instant Jim withdrew his
towering, flaming rod and then blindly plunged himself to the hilt into
Sandy. This last gigantic heave brought Jim into the previously
unreached inner sanctum of Sandy. Simultaneously, he erupted with a
monstrous and guttural primeval cry. Sandy fought her urge to scream and
only partially succeeded. A shrill wail of ecstacy bubbled from her lips
along with the cry, "Oh, no, God! Don't let it be finished! Bring it
back." Their simultaneous cataclysmic orgasm gushed. An enormous mass of
semen, seemingly Jim's total life's energy, spewed forth to penetrate
every cranny. As he strove to extract the last vital drop in her, she
cling for dear life with her graceful long legs and lithe arms enfolding
him. Their juices became too much to hold; their virtual life fluids
flowed freely over them and the bed.

With utter joy, they lay spent in each others arms for more than a half
[PAUSE]       an hour.

Only then did they notice that Sam was sitting on the bed wagging his
tale furiously, with a huge erection. They both laughed.

But on this note we will leave the happy couple, 'er, menage a trois,
for that is another story.
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