Watch Dog

By Jennifer Lax.
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The first time this happened was when I was 20. But I’ll have to start back when I went away to college when I was 18 so that you will fully understand.

In the fall of 1987, I moved away from home to go to a small college about two hours away from my parents. The college was doing its best to try and accommodate the increase in incoming first-year students and limited dorm space by making double rooms into triples. Well, I’ve never been much of a people person, and not knowing anyone at the college, I had my parents help me find an off-campus apartment instead. I found a great one-bedroom apartment right around the corner from campus, it was cheap, pretty big, and they allowed pets. This last point was important because my parents didn’t want me to live alone, but I didn’t want to have to put up with anyone but myself. So my parent bought me a dog to keep me company and protect me.

I had to laugh when they brought him to me at the apartment the day after I moved in. They said, “We’ll get you a watchdog so you can take him with you when you walk around campus at night and guard the house while you sleep.”

There they stood in my doorway with a tiny puppy only a couple of months old. He was so cute, a little fuzzball. Some watchdog.

I named him Teddy because he looked like a little fuzzy teddy bear, and my mother assured me he’d grow up as a BIG teddy bear. He was a mix between several breeds, OK, a mutt, but a BIG mutt. You could tell by the size of his paws at that age, and by the energy this little guy had. Mother said she was too afraid to get an already grown-up watchdog for fear that it might not be friendly, and she also said Teddy would get big fast enough.

Teddy was a great friend. He was always there to greet me when I came home after classes, he always kept me company when I was studying, and he’d snuggle right up next to me at night in bed. Sometimes I think it was because of Teddy that I didn’t have many friends at college, certainly no boyfriends, but then again, I didn’t have many in high school either, so thank God for Teddy.

I’ve always been big into fantasies. I love to read SF and fantasy books, imagining that I’m a princess being swept off her feet by a handsome prince, making love to him for hours in a bed of royal silks and goose down. I usually get pretty hot and bothered while I read stories like that, and they usually (assuming I’m alone) force me to put down the book, close the shades, strip off my clothes and pretend I’m right there in the story, and I’m being made love to. I’ve had some pretty wild orgasms that way.

I remember the first time I did this at my new apartment, with Teddy by my side. He had only been there a week or so and was still just a pup, but I remember he kept trying to see what I was doing, lying on the bed. He got up, walked between my legs, and tried to push my hands out of the way with his head. I was embarrassed, and I kept pushing him away. Finally, I was forced to get up and put him in the other room until I was finished. I used to close the door for the next few months before fantasizing.

Teddy grew. Over the next semester, Teddy grew pretty quickly, and over that summer, Teddy got to be a massive dog. We still don’t know what breeds are in Teddy, but I’d guess some Sheepdog gives him his height and fuzziness, but he’s not as wide as a sheepdog, which suggests maybe some German Shepherd, or Doberman, or something else tall, but lean. Who knows? Who cares!

Fall and my Sophomore year rolled around. I liked the apartment so much, and it was the only place around that would take Teddy that I had reserved a place in the building for that school year. It was good to be out of my parent’s home again, to have a little privacy and a place to take my new boyfriend. I met him during the summer at the beach. He seemed like a nice enough guy at the time. We made love whenever we could find a place to be alone. He lived at home, and I moved back home for the summer.

Within two weeks after moving back to school, we split up when I finally had my apartment back! Looking back on it, I’m unsure what hurt more: losing his company or just the sex. Anyway, it wasn’t long before I was back on my bed fantasizing again.

Then, it happened one Saturday night, about two months after the start of the semester. I was reading one of those sappy romance novels, not my usual, but something to read to help get me in the mood. I was, sprawled out on my bed, stark naked, working up a pretty good sweat reading about this poor girl who was about to make love to a guy who was cheating on her big-time. I was so horny, but I was also pretty mad thinking about my boyfriend simultaneously. I needed a new man to sweep me off my feet and make me explode in orgasm. I was making myself crazy.

Suddenly, up on my bed jumped Teddy, it scared me, but I realized I hadn’t closed the door completely. I got up and quickly escorted him to the door, which I closed behind him, laid back down, and suddenly had the most bizarre thought of my life. I lay there getting myself hotter and hotter, but I could not get the idea out of my mind. I began to think that the thought was helping to make me so hot and wet. Finally, I got up, walked to the door, and entered the living room. There was Teddy stretched out on the living room floor. He quickly got up and ran over to me, as he always does. As I stood there, it was evident that Teddy could smell my heat. He kept nosing me and sniffing. I hope people don’t think I’m some sicko or something, but I had thoughts flying through my mind of what I could attempt, and it was making me hotter all the time.

Finally, I could stand it no more, and I sat down on the floor. Teddy seemed excited because he kept running around me, nosing me, and playfully growling. I can’t say I had ever really paid much attention to Teddy’s ‘parts’ before, but I noticed them this time. He was aroused. My mind was racing, trying to figure out what I should do. I was shaking with anticipation. Finally, I leaned for- ward onto my hands and spread my knees on the floor. Next, I felt a nose and a big wet tongue going across my crotch. Oh God, I could have orgasmed right then and there. I couldn’t believe I was letting him do that. I looked back, and Teddy was humping the air, his nose up in the air, and he was going around in circles.

He was DEFINITELY aroused.

I reached behind, snapped my fingers, and called to Teddy. Again Teddy’s tongue lashed across my crotch. This time I grabbed his collar and pulled it forward. Teddy suddenly leaped onto my back. His pelvis was still thrust into the air. At this moment, I realized I had no shirt on, and Teddy’s nails dug into my back as he stood above me. I was a little afraid. Teddy kept thrusting into the air just behind me. What if he hurts me? What if he won’t stop? A sudden wave of panic swept over me, and I started to try to get up. At that moment, I felt a stab of pain as Teddy struck my clit in a poorly guided attempt to get inside me. The next thing I knew, teddy struck home. Oh God, I felt waves of emotions hit me all at once. Fear, Pain, Panic, ECSTASY, It was incredible. Teddy kept thrusting into me. Each time he moved in a little closer, he went deeper.

I lost track of everything around me as I had an orgasm I’d never had before (and still have never had since). I nearly passed out, but I remember the weirdest problem when it was over. Teddy tried to back away from me, but I swear it felt like he was stuck. He pulled pretty hard and nearly pulled me backward. I almost panicked, but I just thought to myself to relax and loosen my grip on him. He pulled again and, with quite a bit of resistance, pulled free. I sat on the floor, practically freaking out, thinking about what had just happened. I noticed quite a burning sensation on my back and shoulders. As I got up to go into the bathroom to look, I felt Teddy’s sperm sliding down my inner thigh. This made me shiver at my perversion.

It turned out I had gotten scratched up pretty well on my back. That hurt for several days after. But I’ll tell you, Teddy and I had sex many more times after that for the rest of the year. I learned to wear a winter coat to protect my back.

It’s my Junior year here at college, and I finally have a boyfriend again. I also met him on the beach last summer, and so far, we are still together. I don’t think I could ever tell him about Teddy and me. He’d probably leave me in a second. So this brings me to a question, am I sick and perverted? Am I the only person to do this? I didn’t see any harm in it. I’d like to hear about anyone else’s experiences with their pets.

 

The End.

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