Doggy Satisfaction

By easygurl.
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I was an only child raised on a small farm in the North East of Scotland. I had a lonely childhood as our nearest neighbors were more than a mile away, and there were always chores to do around the croft. I am not complaining. I was content and loved by my parents, but I found it difficult to mix and socialize with others of my age. This was a particular problem while I was at school. Most girls had grown up together, and I was an outsider and generally shunned as being a bit weird.

So, I just kept to myself and concentrated on my studies, which annoyed many girls even more. Therefore, I became a prime target for bullying. My tormentors were as far from the rose-tinted image painted of girls as possible. They were merciless and unrelenting. I often wanted to give up and run away, but my folks taught me never to back down and keep going no matter the circumstances. So, I rode out the harassment and focussed on my schoolwork.

My home life centered around the many chores I had to do around the croft, so I had little time for hobbies. The one exception was art. I had inherited my grandmother’s intuition and skill for sketching and painting, and my parents encouraged me to develop these abilities whenever time allowed. So, one or two afternoons per month, I would work on illustrations of the local fauna and flora. In time I accumulated an art portfolio that people seemed to appreciate.

I left school at sixteen, completely unprepared to deal with the real world. At first, I worked at home but then began doing odd jobs and helping on neighboring crofts when needed. I was supposedly filling in time until I found a man willing to take me as his wife, but I knew even then that this was unlikely. So, I was really looking for a way to make a long-term living, and I found it when I spent time assisting a cook at one of the big country houses. She unlocked and developed my interest and skills in baking. I was asked to stay on as an under-cook but decided instead to go it alone. I began producing bakes at home and selling them. By the age of eighteen, I had a regular income from selling my produce through shops in the local villages.

The shops were also more than delighted to display and sell, obviously for a proportion of the fee, my best rural landscapes. My artwork largely remained a hobby, but occasionally I would get a commission to do a particular scene. I often traveled much further afield to complete these contracts. While doing so, I took the opportunity to seek out new areas that were of interest. During one of these trips, I found a forested region with many eye-catching vistas and began spending time there.

There were many well-hidden clearings around the wood’s edge, so I would usually decamp in one and sketch or paint the panoramic view. The area was rugged and isolated, and devoid of buildings or houses, so I never saw another living soul during my visits. This was not only conducive to my artwork but was also very calming and restful.

Now and again, during the warm days of summer, I would stop work, chill out and enjoy the sunshine. As it grew hotter, I did something unprecedented for a girl of the time. I took off my outer clothes and painted or just soaked up the sunshine while dressed only in bra and knickers. I eventually dispensed with even this modicum of decency at the height of summer. This behavior was to prove my undoing, but certainly not in a way that I could ever have anticipated.

One sweltering afternoon I had packed up my gear and was dozing in the sunshine when I heard a rustling noise in some nearby shrubbery. I quickly glanced in its direction, just in time to see an Alsatian dog appear from some bushes and start bounding towards me.

I tried my best to get up and flee but was still on my hands and knees when the dog reached me. In an instant, I felt the dog’s furry belly settle over my back and forelegs tightly clasp my midriff. I was almost sick when the penis began stabbing around my rear, and I realized my fate. I let out an earth-shattering scream when finding its target. The cock’s head forced apart my pussy lips and burst into my fud.

The dog was on a mission, and I squealed non-stop as the shaft got longer and longer with every thrust. In no time at all, my pussy was being trashed by six-inches of hungry cock. If I imagined that things could not get any worse than this, I was wrong. While it lengthened inside my fanny, the dog’s dick also thickened, and an area near its base ballooned out. I groaned as time after time the dog tried to drive this bulbous mass into my vagina and screeched in pain when with one breath-taking thrust, he finally forced it inside of me. To add insult to injury, my overstretched and agonized pussy sphincters then closed behind the bulge, locking the dog’s enormous dong inside my fanny.

Once the dog and I were tied, the penis began to ripple and pulse and pump cum into my traumatized fud. Now the dog made one further surprising move. In one quick action, he shifted off me while swiveling his right leg over my back. This feat left us linked together, but I was now bottom to bottom with the dog instead of being covered by him. He then lay down, forcing me to do the same. The resulting scene would have been unbelievable yet unforgettable to anyone who chanced upon it. I was face down on the ground, legs akimbo, tied buttock to buttock with a huge Alsatian. He was happily swishing his tail back and forth over my bum as his cock enthusiastically did the dirty in my pussy.

The dog’s cock now spasmed and convulsed continually as it pumped more and more cum into me. The soothing effects of the spunk helped my pussy overcome its initial traumas. It was soon reacting with delight to the physical stimulation and soon driven into a frenzy. Then, my whole body trembled, and waves of pleasure coursed through me when the dam burst and my fanny flooded with love juices.

I knew nothing about dog behavior or physiology. So, as twenty or more minutes elapsed and the dog and I remained knotted, I became increasingly scared that our immoral coupling was irrevocable. These fears were further intensified when the dog attempted several times to tug his dick out of me but failed. I was now battling with conflicting emotions. The terror that I would never be free from the dog and joy when his penis stimulated my fud to climax for the third time. Thankfully, the bulb then began to reduce in size, as did my immediate anxieties.

This did not, however, allow the knot to break straightaway. Five more agonizing minutes were to elapse as the dog repeatedly tried to pull out. Finally, my sphincters, to all intents, screamed in agony as, with one massive tug, the bulb was wrenched from their grip. This allowed the swollen shaft to plop out of my fanny. With this stopper removed, a river of cum poured out and spread over the ground.

I was in shock and unable to move. However, I managed to glance to the side, where I saw my assailant licking and cleaning his still-erect cock. Oh my, he was a massive dog in all respects. No wonder my pussy felt like jelly after doing battle with that enormous weapon. My heart sank as the dog got up and came back towards me, his dong hanging menacingly under him. Thankfully, all he did was sniff and lick my pussy and then slobber my face with his cum-covered tongue before trotting off into the bushes.

The tension now drained from me, I relaxed, and overcome by exhaustion, soon fell asleep. It was beginning to get dark when a slight chill awakened me in the air. As I got to my hands and knees, the horrible realities kicked in. I began retching and threw up. This was not only a reaction to the physical attack. In the main, it was the devastating realization that I was no longer innocent and pure. No matter the circumstances, it was an absolute no-no for a girl to lose her virginity outwith marriage. She would usually be thrown out of the house for bringing disgrace to the family or, worse still, be locked up in an institution. But these responses would pale into insignificance if it were discovered that an animal had deflowered me. I would be sectioned for moral deviance for this abomination because there were no excuses as the girl was always at fault.

I struggled to get dressed as I had difficulty keeping my balance and coordinating my movements. Eventually, I got it together, picked up my gear, and set off home knowing that the afternoon’s events had to be kept secret. My parents were angry that I was so late. Thankfully, they were not too inquisitive and partly pacified by seeing the painting I had managed to complete before the attack. I went to bed and soon fell asleep, but I had a nightmare about the afternoon’s events. The bad dreams recurred over the next three nights but were then replaced by gentler memories. These performances were focused on the pleasurable effects that the dog’s cock had triggered in my pussy and could be so graphic that my knickers were wet afterward.

How could I be so wanton? Was I going mad? Given the strong edicts and beliefs around girls and their behavior, I could have easily thought so. Still, a deep-set instinct kept telling me that my reactions to intercourse were okay, albeit that my sexual partner was not. Now I only had to work out how to deal with these urges. This was how, after many mental struggles, I found myself back in the wood clearing one week later. I had convinced myself that I needed to face down the previous week’s events. But in truth, I was following my pussy’s lead; it was keen to be used and pleasured again.

I set up my gear and began working on a sketch. But I could not concentrate because my fanny kept squirming in anticipation. After a couple of frustrating hours, I stopped my task when I realized that I had to do something to quell the nagging itch. Thankfully while preparing for some self-love, I heard a familiar rustling amongst the bushes. To my delight, I saw the Alsatian walking towards me.

I got onto my hands and knees and braced myself. However, unlike the first time, the dog did not mount me straightaway. He sniffed me up and down and licked my face and lips before turning attention to my rear. My whole body shivered as his rough tongue started to work its magic on my pussy lips and clitoris. I sighed with joy as my vulva tingled and then puffed up. But I was caught by surprise when the labia fluttered. The dog took this as a sign that my pussy was ready and willing and mounted me immediately. He drove his cock into the inviting door and then set about ravishing my fanny as forcefully as before.

The main difference this time was that I was not scared. I knew what was happening. I was able to enjoy every probe and thrust of that throbbing shaft as it stretched my fanny in every way and lit up sweet spot after sweet spot. My fud was already in spine-tingling turmoil when we knotted. I was then taken to seventh heaven as that rippling dick did its thrilling business and filled my pussy with spunk. I orgasmed three times during the half-hour that we were tied.

The dog now shuffled up alongside me and lay down. In my post-coital daze, I cuddled up to him, kissed his lips, snuggled my head under his chin, and fell asleep. It was early evening before I was awakened by the dog licking my face. He tried to squeeze his tongue between my lips. Still, in a state of confusion and intrigued by this strange move, I opened my mouth. The dog’s long tactile tongue at once sought out mine and began caressing it. To my amazement, I was then engulfed in sweet sensations. Intuitively, I clasped the dog’s head, pulled us together lip to lip, and bathed in pleasure as our tongues danced a mesmerizing tango in my mouth. Despite everything that had happened to me, I could hardly comprehend that I was being French kissed by a dog and loving every minute.

We eventually broke off, but I did not let go of my beau. I kept my hands around his neck and nuzzled into him. I realized that he was now standing over me and saw the pink tip of his dick peeking out of its sheath only a few inches above my fud. Hidden carnal instincts now came to the surface. I clasped the dog tightly by the neck, pushed my pussy upwards until it touched the tip of his cock, and hooked my legs around his back so that I was now suspended under his belly. My beau got the message right away and was off to the races, drilling his cock into my fanny with all the enthusiasm and power that his massive hips could muster.

The penetration was eye-popping, and I wailed with delight as the very depths of my honey tunnel were ferreted out and pillaged by his rampaging dick. I was gasping with pleasure even before we knotted. The tie left me on my back, with the dog’s rear nestled in my crotch and his head at my feet. One could have thought that little was happening as the only outward sign of activity was the gentle swishing of the dog’s tail over my mound. But believe me, under that calm exterior, the action was frantic. The dog’s cock went berserk in my fanny and drove it to cloud nine.

I was gaga long before we separated half an hour later. I could not move and just watched as the Alsatian got up, cleaned his glistening dong, and wandered off. Eventually, I calmed down, and my head began to clear. It dawned on me that each time the Alsatian found me, he had mounted and shagged me as though it was the most natural thing in the world. That would be okay if I had been a Bitch-in-heat, but it was impossible if they were his first times with a woman. Even if his sex drive was through the roof, he should have at the very least been nervous and tentative, but he never hesitated.

How could that be? The only explanation was that he had previous experience with a woman. This realization did not phase me at all. In fact, I was thankful for it. I now knew how my beau learned the skills to pleasure me beyond belief. Of one thing, I was now sure. All edicts and taboos were going to be swept aside. Now that my pussy had tasted the delights of ravenous dog cock it was ready and more than willing to surrender again and again.

The following week dragged out forever and threw up all sorts of difficulties and challenges. Still, I was eventually free to continue my ‘artwork.’ I reached the site by mid-morning, and by good luck, my beau appeared soon after. We played, tussled, and kissed before I got onto my hands and knees like a submissive Bitch to get comfortable together. His tongue worked its wonders on my pussy, which soon indicated its readiness. So, we quickly moved on to the beguiling fanny/cock Cha-Cha-Cha. The Alsatian was as eager as ever, and I was cooing with joy even before we knotted. Then, I was burbling incoherently as his dick stimulated my fud and filled it with spunk.

I was in this deep rapture when I suddenly became aware of footsteps coming towards me. At that moment, I desperately wanted the ground to open and swallow me because I knew that I had been discovered. While it is possible to have a plausible excuse for almost anything, there is absolutely no way for a girl to explain being knotted with a dog. I cursed myself for my stupidity and knew my world was about to end. But then the astonishing happened. The dog’s tail that had been gently swishing over my behind now wagged like mad, and he began yelping happily. Next, I heard a female voice.

“Well, well, Basil, you are a naughty boy. I see that you have found a new friend to satisfy your needs.”

I tried to get up, but I felt a hand push me back. “No need to move. Stay where you are and enjoy the fun. Life is too short to miss these pleasures.”

Next, a woman of my mother’s age with a young Alsatian in tow sat down beside me and began stroking Basil’s head.

“Good boy, giving it your all as usual.”

“Hi, I am Jill, Basil’s owner. I have been ill for the last few weeks, so Basil has not been getting his regular ‘exercise.’ He was very agitated initially but then became calmer. I assumed that he must have come across a Bitch to fulfill his immediate needs. Ever curious, I got Bon-Bon to help me find Basil after he disappeared this morning, and Bon-Bon led me here.”

“Thank you for taking care of Basil. I am so pleased that another woman is benefiting from his unique skills. He must really like you because I am usually the only person he will approach.”

Basil now untied from me, trotted alongside Jill, and lay down. Once I had composed myself, I sat up and looked at Jill. It was challenging to think about what to say to her. After all, I was sitting in front of her stark naked, still flushed from Basil’s loving attentions and with his generous deposit of cum dribbling from my fanny. After a few stuttering starts, I eventually told her the whole story of how Basil and I came to be coupling together.

Jill and I shared the coffee that she had brought with her.

“My husband bought Basil as a young dog to be my companion and protector when he was away on business. Basil was always there for me. When my husband passed away, we became inseparable, and one thing led to another. I knew that Basil had needs, and I craved the intimacy I had shared with my husband. So, although I knew it was forbidden, Basil and I became an item. Now I blush when I think of those early days. I was desperate for sex, and Basil was more willing to quench my hunger anywhere, any time. Rabbits could not have kept up the pace. Eventually, like any long-term couple, we calmed down and romped only two or three times a week. That is how it has been for the last few years.

My jaw dropped. When most women of her age have given up on sex, Jill was still enjoying regular intercourse with Basil. I must admit that I had to admire and envy her. As they say, if it gives great pleasure, why give up on a good thing just because convention says you should. Now, I understood why my Alsatian beau knew how to provide me with so much satisfaction.

“Had you recently had your period when Basil first came across you?”

“Yes, now that I think back, it was about a week after it ended.”

“That probably explains why he sought you out. You would have been in oestrus. Basil was looking for a Bitch-in-heat and must have detected your sexual scents. He would have been more than happy to find that the aromas were coming from a ripe woman. I know that Basil can be demanding if he misses out on his ‘exercise’ for a few days. I do hope that he was not too rough with you.”

I went bright red. I did not realize that girls gave off pheromones at certain times of their cycle, but that explained how I had unknowingly triggered the carnal events of that day. It was a sweltering day, and I was au naturel. So, my attractant fragrances, however faint, would have been freely wafting in the air. Basil could have detected them from more than a mile away with his sensitive nose and homed in on my location like a missile. He would have been on such a sexual high when he found me that it was no wonder that he was so randy and keen to hide his sausage in my fud.

“I was frightened when Basil first covered and ravished me, but I have come to enjoy his no holds barred attentions. He makes life so simple. I do not have the hassles, sulks, and rows of dealing with boyfriends. Basil is about one thing and one thing only; mind-blowing intercourse, and he is a master at it. What more could I want? It is a pity that it will have to stop.”

I gasped when Jill said, “Why do you say that? This can continue if you want.”

“Do you really mean that? Now that I have feasted on dog honey, I just want more.”

“Of course, I do. I bought Bon-Bon here to take some of the load off Basil as he got older. But my randy old companion is as hungry and keen as ever, so I have been struggling to keep them both satisfied. We can share the task if you would like.”

I could hardly believe what Jill was saying.

“Oh, yes, please. That would be great, but how can we arrange it?”

“I need to think about that, but I am sure we can work something out. In the meantime, Basil’s nose is nudging my pussy. He clearly wants to please his mistress, and who am I to refuse his lovely cock. Meanwhile, Bon-Bon needs his exercise as well. Why not try him out.”

I could hardly believe what now happened. Jill and I got down on our hands and knees, facing each other. Then, Bon-Bon teased and licked my fud and covered me just as Basil did the same with Jill. They set about shagging us as though the world was coming to an end. Being younger, Bon-Bon was very enthusiastic and demanding. He pounded me harder and faster than Basil had ever done and soon had me groaning with happiness. As I savored Bon-Bon’s attention, I noticed the passion and intensity with which Basil serviced his mistress. The grunts from Jill and look of sheer joy on her face as thrust after thrust of that mighty cock plowed into her fud were unforgettable.

Jill and I knotted with our partners at about the same time. We lay on the ground with our heads side by side as our fannies were driven wild and filled with spunk. Jill reached over, turned my head, and kissed me on the lips. Before long, we were sharing a luscious French kiss. Sensing the thrilling action going on in each other’s pussy through our entwined tongues added to the joy of our snog. Jill and I did have to break for air several times while tied with Bon-Bon and Basil. We kept these stops as short as possible to allow us to savor every joyous moment of our four-fold carnal exchange. Sadly, our beaus untied after an enthralling half an hour. Still, Jill and I continued to smooch for some time afterward, keen to eke out every sweet moment together.

Basil and Bon-Bon lay beside Jill and me as we rested and recovered from the action. Then, we redressed, and I kissed Jill before Basil and Bon-Bon headed off onto the distance. I set off home, almost walking on air. I could not have been happier and was already wondering how things would develop hereon.

Two days later, on arriving home after delivering some home bakes to local shops, I was surprised to find Jill talking with my mum and dad. I did not know that Jill had been at school with my mum and knew her well.

“Jill has been ill recently and is finding things a little too much for her to cope with. She has asked us if you would be able to help her at home. Just to do some housework and general chores two to three days a week. We are more than happy to agree if you are willing. It will help you with a regular income.”

I could hardly contain myself but had to remain calm. “I am more than willing to help provided I can do some bakery while I am there. I do need to keep my stocks up in case there is a sudden increase in demand.”

“That is no problem. In fact, it would be nice to rekindle my own baking skills.”

So, it came to be that I spent every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday with Jill, Basil, and Bon-Bon. Yes, I did housework and chores about Jill’s house, but a lot of the time was spent ‘exercising’ the dogs. Jill and I shared those duties. We would each service one of the dogs on a given day and then swap over during the next visit. Now that their carnal needs were being met regularly, Basil and Bon-Bon were usually satisfied with a boisterous romp once a day, three times a week. However, like males the world over, there were times that they wanted much more. That was no problem. We happily gave them sloppy seconds or even exhausting thirds. After all, it was even more pleasure for us.

There was a particularly memorable day when Jill was ill, and I had spent most of the day caring for her. Basil and Bon-Bon were restless and noisy, and Jill eventually asked me to visit them so that she could get quiet to rest. The dogs were on a high, and both knotted me twice that evening. I was loopy and exhausted when they finally finished with me. As I lay on the straw in their pen, Basil and Bon-Bon slouched down either side of me, and we fell asleep as a warm and cozy mass.

Basil and Bon-Bon wakened me as the first flickers of sunlight shone through the window. They were already snuffling and licking my pussy. Ever the diligent Bitch, I got into position and was ridden and knotted by Basil and then Bon-Bon straight afterward. I remember that the sun was high in the sky before they were both satisfied.

I fell asleep and was still in a deep slumber when Jill found me.

“I wondered what happened to you last night, but I can see that been keeping Basil and Bon-Bon occupied. You have tired them out. They went to sleep as soon as I fed them.”

“How can you suggest that? They were in charge and delighted to expend every vestige of their energy on me. However, if they are now exhausted and content, I am happy. It is a fitting reward for the joy that they gave to me.”

“Good, now that the males are both satisfied, I think that you and I should rest and spend some quality time together.”

Jill lay down beside me, we snogged and made out before falling asleep in each other’s arms. Of course, we were found together by Basil and Bon-Bon later that afternoon and freely surrendered to their charms. I remember being apprehensive when Basil mounted Jill. She looked ill and tired at first but sprung to life and sparkled with joy while she coupled with Basil. Maybe spunk is an elixir because Jill never looked back from that fanny-filling session and quickly returned to full health.

I have been with Jill, Basil, and Bon-Bon for two years now and never tire of their boundless enthusiasm and passion. I often wonder about the girls that bullied me at school and mentally thanked them for driving me away and setting me on to this alternative path. They are all now stuck in marriages with little love and no right to make choices of their own. In contrast, I have a free and varied life and get hassle-free and satisfying sex whenever I want from my energetic canine lovers.

There may be some truth to the idea that regular intercourse promotes health because I have not had a day of illness in recent times. I am happy to embrace this concept and do my best by regularly partaking in Basil and Bon-Bon’s excellent medicine.

 

The End.

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*This story has been edited to fix spelling, punctuation, & basic grammar, but the narrative and plot have remained the same. Just remember, even with the limited editing we do, it doesn’t always mean the flaws in a story are always fixed.

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