Jake & Fred
By Persephone.
Now we’ve got that little inflammatory statement out of the way. Let’s get onto the other introductions, shall we?
My name’s Jane. I’m 31 and live in the United Kingdom, shall we? No point getting self-incriminating. I’m a tall redhead, with large (E size, do you?) breasts, but otherwise fit and healthy – I have to be to keep up with my dogs! I own a smallholding, a sort of mini-farm, with two dogs, a horse, a couple of pigs, and a bunch of chickens. I don’t do anything with the chickens. They’re there strictly for eggs (hey, a girl has to eat!), but the others I love dearly. Not that I don’t love the chickens, but, oh, you know what I mean. I mean. How does one fuck a bird anyway?
I don’t run the smallholding cos of the zoo side of me, by the way. I inherited the smallholding from my grandpa, and I’ve come to love the life – it’s hard, solitary, but a good life for all that. And I have my loves with me. I help some people on the ‘net to find lovers of their own and help them get started, but I don’t share my loves, with one exception. That would make me analogous to a pimp, and I wouldn’t do that to my boys.
Jake is the leader of the two. If they’re both horny, he generally gets to go first. He’s a large German shepherd, very protective of me, but once he knows you’re a friend, he’ll happily cuddle up to you and sit next to you for hours if you scratch his ears. He’s got a lovely giant cock, with a suitably sized knot, and he’s a keen, passionate, and good lover.
Fred is the younger, a Labrador, with a Labrador’s agility and energy. He’ll love you if you let him and is always the first out the door for walkies. While not as large as Jake, he can go on for some time with all that energy, leaving me wrung out from all the orgasms and the bed below us sopping wet from all the cum.
Do I have a human lover, I hear you ask? Oh yes. His name’s Bob. and yes, he knows. Quite often joins in, in fact, something that I adore. He doesn’t live with me – he’s divorced, with a couple of children who live with him, so his priority is them. And that’s fine with me, I like my space, and this is an ideal situation for us both – we get our rocks off… a little company when we need it, without all that angst and agony that so many others seem to go through. We’ve had this arrangement for about five years, and it works. Why rock the boat?
But you’re not here to hear all about the romantic side of my love life, now, are you? No, you want to hear about the dog sex. People always want to hear about that. It fascinates them cos it’s so different, I suppose. Well, let’s see. Which one shall I tell you about? The first time I did it with a dog? Nah. There are tons of ‘first-time’ stories out there. The first time with Jake? Hmmm. I would, but, you know. I went slow with my boys, getting them used to it and showing them what was. It was bloody hard work and not so erotic. How about. ohhh, Yes. THAT time, definitely.
Bob had popped round for the night. His kids were with their mom. He was at a loose end. It was a cold night. A ferocious storm was brewing, the wind howling against the house, but we were all wrapped up warm, snug as a bug in a rug, in fact, in the toasty warm living room before the fire. The animals were all bedded down for the night, the pigs in their den, the horse in the stable, the chickens locked up in the hen house away from foxes, and the boys were in with Bob and me. We were lounging on the sofa, watching not very much on the box, when Bob suddenly leaned across to me and whispered, “Hey. I’m horny. Are you?”
I have to admit. I burst out laughing. “why the blue hazes are you whispering?” I asked. Bob shrugged with a sheepish grin.
“Dunno. Seemed the thing to do.”
I grinned back at him, and instead of answering his question, sat up and pulled my t-shirt off, followed by my bra, while his hands went to the button of my jeans and began to pull those and my knickers off. Once naked, I lay on the sofa, legs spread, watching Bob get up and pull his clothes off, hand between my legs, stroking my clit as I watched him reveal his hard, wiry body.
Okay, yes. So I like sex. so, sue me.
Bob took one look at me once he was naked and knelt before me, his head going straight for the good stuff. He does so love pussy. I felt his tongue slide into my cunt, wiggle a little there, then press firmly against the top of the tunnel, and he licked upwards, in one smooth movement, up to my clit. I groaned, twined my fingers in his hair, and pulled him closer. He nibbled on my clit, then sucked hard on it. The smell of lust permeated the air, and the boys sat up. They knew that smell. Jake came over, snuffling around as if to say, ‘Hey, me too!’ I’ve always loved that about the boys. If you know what I mean, they aren’t backward in coming forwards. They know what they like, and they’re not embarrassed about it. Seems far more sense to me, I think, than human hangups. But I digress.
Bob shifted to make some room for Jake, and I spread my legs further. Jake dived in besides Bob, and I was treated to the sight of both of them licking me, canine and human. Jake gave Bob a few kisses, too – they’d come to like and accept him, which was something we were hoping for. Jake’s cock began to peek out of his sheath, and I reached over to pull him around a lil, towards me, so I could stroke his cock. A dog’s cock is very different from a man’s. It looks different: angry red pointed, shaped differently, much spongier in texture while still firm. It’s primarily covered in a sheath when not aroused, but when they get going, it comes out to play, including the knot. Jake doesn’t like a lot of foreplay, and he’s not interested in me giving him head either. He has one interest only: get in, fuck, come, and sleep. This makes him sound like a lot of men you girls probably know, but he doesn’t come THAT quick!! Bob looked at Jake, knowing from experience that Jake would be ready very soon, and got up to let me move.
“Hang on a sec, Bob. I want to try something newish. Lay down on the floor, would you?”
Bob looked at me quizzically but did so – he was game to try pretty much anything with me. I straddled him while Jake paced impatiently around me, knelt over Bob, held his cock, and pushed my cunt over him, sliding home quickly and easily, grinding down onto him. I leaned forward to kiss him, and that was all Jake needed. He jumped up, mounted me, pulled his legs around me, and reached back to give him a helping hand. He was thrusting already, trying to get his cock into a hole, but I wanted him in my ass. I’d taken him there before, although not with Bob in my cunt at the same time – Bob had cottoned onto my intentions by now, and I could tell he was very, very turned on by it all. I guided Jake’s cock to my wrinkled asshole, and as soon as he felt the way was clear, that was it. He thrust in and home.
Both Bob and I groaned. With Bob’s cock in my cunt, I was tighter in my ass anyway, and Jake was large. I could feel Jake squirting away already as he humped me, his fur stroking my back in a way that I always loved. Like a warm, sensual blanket. I was stretched so wide, and it felt SO good. Jake kept humping away like a piston, Bob not moving at all, letting the feeling of the dog’s movement in my ass do all the work for him. We’d talked about this but weren’t sure it would ever happen: and now it was. I squeezed my muscles. Jake humped harder, squirting away, slamming more and more of his giant cock into me each time. I looked over at Fred. He watched, his tail thumping the floor, panting, awaiting his turn as usual. Then, knowing Jake was in for the long haul, I put my head down and focused on orgasm, my ass stretched wide by Jake’s pistoning cock, feeling the knot banging against the entrance, wanting in too.
I reached back, pulled my ass cheeks wide to help, then yelped as the knot started to slide in. Bob looked up at me, concerned, then groaned as he felt the extra pressure against his cock, and I breathlessly nodded at Bob to reassure him, closed my eyes, moaning with pleasure as I felt the knot slide home and Jake stopped moving so much. I focused on being filled, Jake’s cock squirting within me, feeling the heat and fullness within my ass, Bob’s cock in my cunt, grinding down onto him. I was so nearly there. I slid a hand between us and flicked my clit, enough to push me over. I threw my head back, crying out, shuddering as I came, my fingernails digging into Bob’s arm, hearing Bob’s cries joining mine, my pulsating cunt triggered his orgasm too. Jake slid off me and turned around, still locked rump to rump, and we stayed there, my head hanging down, both of us panting.
After a while, I felt Bob soften and slide out of me. He wriggled out from under me and, on his knees, crawled around to examine where Jake and I were knotted to ensure no damage was done.
“It won’t be long, I think,” he said, and I nodded, still not really up to words.
But it wasn’t over yet. Fred was horny, and with Bob bending over to examine me, he’d inadvertently presented Fred with an opportunity. Fred leaped up and mounted, startling Bob. “HEY!” he yelled, but it was too late. Fred was already pressing home with an unerring instinct. I chuckled weakly, and Bob, knowing it was too late, put his head down and tried to relax. I could see, as I never had before, the dog’s cock sliding in, a little at first, as he achieved penetration, sliding back and forth, then deeper with each stroke, solidly pumping away in the way that only dogs can. I felt a shaft of arousal spear through my cunt and clit, and I realized I was all horny again, just as Jake slid from my ass, leaving me bereft and empty. I rolled onto my side as Jake went to lie on his bed, licking his cock clean, not moving my eyes from Bob and Fred except to make sure Jake was okay. I lay there, weakly, watching that lovely cock slide deeper and deeper, listening to Bob moan with pleasure, and I knew how he was feeling. There is nothing quite like it.
At that point, I saw the knot. Large, compared to the rest of the shaft, it was slapping against the edge of Bob’s asshole, wanting in, and Fred was determined to get it in. He pushed hard on the end of each downstroke, Bob’s cries filling the air, and I looked underneath him to see his cock was hard again, absolutely rock solid. I grinned, took the opportunity, and wriggled underneath him, reaching up to engulf his cock with my mouth. I felt a grateful groan as I did from Bob, and could see that knot almost in his ass, shifted my ass so that Bob could reach my cunt, if he wanted, and then, with an almost audible pop, it slid home.
I felt Bob’s head dip into my cunt, his tongue sliding straight into my vagina. He’s always loved the taste of cum, whether his or the dogs. I pulled his head in deep against me, his tongue laving all over my lips, my clit, within my wetness… my tongue flickered over his cock within my mouth, feeling it jerk as I flickered over the frenulum. I knew he wouldn’t be long, which was good, cos I was pretty close too, and just as he bit my clit, I felt the ridge along the base of his cock pulsate, and I knew he was coming. I quickly jammed him deep down my throat, and my eyes and nose almost pressed into Fred’s balls. Breathed deeply, smelling Bob, Fred, a husky scent of sex that I would know anywhere, stiffened as Bob bit me again, jerking wildly as my orgasm spasmed through my body.
I lay back on the floor, releasing Bob’s head from my cunt, and waited. Bob rested his head on my tummy for a while, a moment of peace and closeness that we both cherished. I looked over at Jake. He was asleep, nose tucked up his bum, looking supremely content and happy. Then Fred’s knot popped clear, and he pulled out. Cum dribbled out of Bob’s hole onto my face, and I opened my mouth to taste it, savoring the taste on my tongue. I wriggled out from underneath Bob, sat up, and kissed him deeply, my tongue wrapping around his, sharing the taste of his ass, the cum, the passion, our lust. Out of my eye, I saw Fred heading for his bed, intent on sleep, much like Jake.
We broke apart, and Bob looked at me and chuckled. “I get it now,” he said. “I didn’t before. I found it so hot watching you fuck them. But I never understood the whole being filled thing. And I do now. My god, Jane, it was—”
I nodded, smiling. We’d added an extra dimension to our love of the dogs, and I couldn’t wait to introduce him to the pigs. Or the horse. But not tonight: tonight, we were going nowhere. We crawled onto the sofa, pulled a blanket over us, and cuddled down into sleep, content, sated, in our way, as our beloved dogs were.
So that’s how Bob discovered he liked dog sex more than he thought. And he did, you know, go on to love the pigs and horse in his way, just as I did. But that’s a tale for another day, and I bet if you haven’t already spilled your cum over the words on this screen, you’re well on the way to it. Don’t let me stop you. Who knows. Maybe one day you’ll have a dog of your own, and you’ll experience that incredible sensation of dog cock sliding up you, filling you, locking with you.
The End.
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