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Not my cup of tea, generally, but I undertook it for a few reasons. First and foremost was for a dear friend of mine who is having a rough time and needed something to cheer her up (hopefully this does it). Sec ondly, I decided to write it for the same reason I write all of my out of the ordinary stories\'85 to see if I can. \par }\pard\plain \ql \li0\ri0\widctlpar\aspalpha\aspnum\faauto\adjustright\rin0\lin0\itap0 \fs24\lang1033\langfe1033\cgrid\langnp1033\langfenp1033 {\i\insrsid5920796 \tab So, without wasting any more of your time, if you have the right kind of kink, proceed on and enjoy! \par }{\insrsid5920796 \par \par }\pard \qc \li0\ri0\widctlpar\aspalpha\aspnum\faauto\adjustright\rin0\lin0\itap0 {\insrsid5920796 Moving On \par }\pard \qc \li0\ri0\widctlpar\aspalpha\aspnum\faauto\adjustright\rin0\lin0\itap0 {\insrsid5920796 \'a9October, 2002 \par by Phineas \par }\pard \ql \li0\ri0\widctlpar\aspalpha\aspnum\faauto\adjustright\rin0\lin0\itap0 {\insrsid5920796 \par \tab \'93Woof!\'94 \par \tab The damn dog was barking. He probably wanted in. I guess I could not blame him; it was cold outside. Winter in Maryland may not be an artic wonderland, but the cold drizzle at night left a lot to be desired. \par \tab I owed the dog quite a lot, actually. He got me off my ass and stopped me from thinking. For a moment, at least. The thoughts were ones I knew better then to think, but that never stopped them from coming to me. \par \tab \'93Get in here Horse,\'94 I said, trying to sound cheerful. The dog, a great bea st of a Siberian Husky, happily trotted in. He stopped only long enough to shake the mist off his coat and look at me with his doggy grin. My robe was now wet enough to no longer be warm and comfy. I wanted to laugh and I wanted to cry. \par \tab I tossed the ro be on the floor and made my way back to the living room. Then I was back on the couch, my legs curled up in front of me and my pillow clutched in my lap. Horse sat before me and stared at me with a patience known only to animals. I gave him a weak smil e and let my hand drop over to his head. He nuzzled against it, forcing me to pet him. Such a wonderful beast. \par \tab Horse had been my dog since he was a puppy, nearly two years ago. John had bought him for me, the bastard. Well, he was not a bastard for buy ing the dog for me, he was a bastard for what he had done to me. For what he was still doing to me. For what I was doing to myself. \par \tab Ten years. Ten wonderful (mostly) years. High school sweethearts and beyond. Happily together, living in bliss. Not married, but eventually it was just understood that it would happen. Or so I thought. I had understood it, why not him? \par \tab Now I was alone. John had just up and left. He needed some space, he had said. He needed some time to put things together. He was 27 fucking years old, what the hell did he need time for! We had all the time in the world. He was such an asshole. God I missed him. \par \tab Horse moved forward and snuffled against me, licking tenderly the tears from my cheeks. That tenderness put me over the edge. I pulled the poor dog tight and let go. My tears and sobs were absorbed by the fluffy fur of his neck. \par \tab Sometime later I pulled myself together. I think I may have dozed off. I got up off the couch and noticed that Horse was laying on the floo r next to the couch, my right arm resting on him. As I moved and sat up struggled up as well, staring at me and looking at me quizzically. Good old Horse. \par \tab The dog was the last thing I had of John\rquote s. He had taken the cats \endash I hated the damned things anyhow \endash and even the fish. You ever try to pet or cuddle with a fish? But I put my foot down when he asked me about Horse. He was the only thing of John\rquote s I had left. I probably should have gotten rid of him too, but I loved him. I loved them both. God I wished I could hate him. Or them. \par \tab He called still. It had only been a couple of weeks. We spent too short afternoons together in the mall or the park. Too long as well sometimes, when I would ask what was going on. When was he coming back. Was he coming back. Then I would ask myself what the hell was wrong with me. \par \tab My friends, they knew I was stupid. They knew that John was gone, probably shacking up with some new blond bombshell. He was a hunk, 6\rquote 2\'94, 220 pounds. Lean, mean, loving machine. Loving somebody else. Maybe even this very minute. \par \tab Horse cocked his head to the side, looking at me as I scowled at the thought of John with some knockouts legs wrapped around his ass, pulling him into her. I was no slouch. Kind of tall I guess, but I had the curves and the figure to make it work. Definitely the figure. 42 \endash DD. All natural and all mine. And still defying gravity quite nicely. What could some other bitch offer that I could not? \par \tab I fought back the urge to burst into tears again. Th ings had been so nice with him. So safe. So secure. No worries, just us together, happy. The sex was good. Hell, the sex was great. I was open and uninhibited, though lately it had seemed to be a little more infrequent and more tame. I had started a new job though, a different shift then him, so we had to try and work around it. \par \tab Or so I thought. Maybe this was his way of working around it. By working around me. Another tear spilled down my cheek. Horse would have none of it, he charged me, putting both feet up on the couch and ramming me with his head. \par \tab I had little choice but to acknowledge the brute. I wrapped my arms around him to pet him and try to push him back down. He would have none of it. His hind legs climbed up on the couch with me, pinning me to the back of it. He settled down half on me, half on the couch. He panted happily then gave me a healthy lick on the cheek. The beast. \par \tab I laughed. It was a sad laugh, but it was a laugh. I held Horse tight and hugged him fiercely. I nee ded something to hold on to. If this was to be my bastion of strength, my lighthouse in the dark, then by God I was going to use it. I know Horse liked the attention. \par \tab After a while my hand rubbed up and down his back, petting him and in the process relaxing myself some. They say pets are therapeutic, I guess \'93They\'94 might have something there. I shifted a little under his bulk, realizing that even though I was built like a Viking heroine, there was only so much my ribs could handle. \par \tab I felt it then, and stopped suddenly. The strange familiarity chilled me, yet it could not be. With my left arm I reached down to Horse\rquote s side and slid it beneath, needing to be certain. My hand slid along his belly and my side until I touched it. Sure enough, my dog was hot for me. He panted happily at me. I freaked out. \par }\pard \ql \li0\ri0\widctlpar\aspalpha\aspnum\faauto\adjustright\rin0\lin0\itap0 {\insrsid5920796 \tab \'93Get down!\'94 I shouted, pushing him off of me and sitting up in a rush. Horse hit the floor on all fours and spun around to look at me, head canted to the side questioningly again. \par }\pard \ql \li0\ri0\widctlpar\aspalpha\aspnum\faauto\adjustright\rin0\lin0\itap0 {\insrsid5920796 \tab My fingers and my side were hot. My face flushed. Here I was all alone and I was embarrassed because I had just touched\'85 I had just felt\'85 Because Horse was stiff as a board and I had touched his doggy cock. It was gross. It was disgusting. It was\'85 Oh God, it had turned me on. \par \tab I was depraved. Normal people did not have those kinds of feelings. I convinced myself immediately that I was just under a lot of stress and not thinking clearly. In an effort to put things together, I decided I needed to make a call to the vet first thing in the morning. Horse needed to be neutered. We had always meant to do that, but just never gotten around to it. John had empathized with him, and I did not want my precious baby to go through the pain. \par \tab I glanced down at him again, aver ting my eyes quickly when they came to rest on his still engorged red shaft sticking out of his furry belly. It was shrinking some, at least. I got up off the couch and hurried back to our bedroom. My bedroom now. Soon somebody else\rquote s bedroom, since I could not afford the house on my own. I grabbed a nice dry robe and put it around myself. \par \tab The clock said it was 12:30 in the morning. My little nap had refreshed me, and the adrenaline rush from Horse\rquote s surprise had left me wide awake. Late at night, nothing to do and not needing sleep, there was only one solution. Everquest. \par \tab Sometimes I really hated the game. A computer game in which thousands of people played online simultaneously and interacted with each other. I was not in the mood to play, but just to talk to some of my friends. As fate would have it, none of them were on. I was bummed out. I really wanted to talk to one of them. Thorrik or Vasta or even the guy who played the cute little gnome named Fizzulthorp. Usually the man behind Tho rrik was drunk, but he was a good ear and he made me smile. I sighed. I had no choice but to log off. \par \tab I figured a bath might do me some good. I went into the bathroom and ditched my robe, adding to the number of robes littering the floor of our two bedroom house. My two bedroom house. Sigh. Somebody else\rquote s two bedroom house. I angrily blinked away the tears and cranked the water on as hot as I could stand it. \par \tab Several minutes later I was settled into the bathtub. I enjoyed being a tall woman. More then just tall, but athletic and well built. Sometimes though, it got in the way. You ever try to squeeze a 6\rquote 1\'94 frame into a standard bathtub? My breasts bobbed above the water, the cooler air in the house causing my nipples to pucker and harden. \par \tab I ye lped in surprise when I felt a warm and slippery tongue slide across my nipple. My eyes widened and I lunged forward, sitting upright so fast the water around my surged in waves that lapped at the edges of the tub. Horse was sitting there, giving me tha t innocent doggy look that said, \'93Can we play now, Mom?\'94 \par \tab How upset could I be? \par \tab The damn dog had surprised me. Yet at no point could I fault him for anything other then dog-like behavior. He reminded me of John, always doing little things to try and tease me, then denying any such behavior on his part. Damn dog. \par \tab His point was made though, I had soaked for long enough. I got out of the tub and found that I was indeed feeling better, if only for a little while. My emotions surged in waves as far as John was concerned. Like any women, I guess. One moment I missed him and loved him and pined away for him. The next I wanted to kill him. Oh, there were occasionally middle grounds between those moods, but I like to think I am a women of extremes. \par \tab After t oweling off I slipped into the bed, a giant king sized beast that we had bought each other as a 8 year anniversary present. Without an invitation, horse hopped up with me and lay down at my side. Normally I have a rule against animals on the furniture, b ut the big lug just looked so cozy and cuddly tonight, sort of like John always seemed to be, that I had no choice but to let him stay. Especially when he circled around a few times then curled up right beside me. My arm circled over his back and we dri fted off into a pleasant sleep. \par \tab I awoke later from a pleasant dream. I was not sure how much later it was, but it was still dark. The pleasant dream had involved John, of course. Now that I was fully conscious, the pleasantness of the dream wore off and I felt my despair returning. \par \tab I was getting better though. I shrugged off the morose mood quickly by turning it into anger instead. I was pissed at him. Not too long ago there had been an incident with him and another woman. He had not actually physic ally cheated on me, but if I had not found out, I think he might have. I wondered if our most recent break up had stemmed from that. That, or something like it. \par \tab I rolled over and found myself looking into Horse\rquote s face. He blinked at me sleepily and raised a paw in the air at me. It brushed against my shoulder in a casual manner. I smiled and rubbed Horse\rquote s belly. Horse always seemed to help me blow off steam. \par \tab As I rubbed his belly, Horse flipped over on his back and gave me full access. I have yet to meet a dog that would turn down a good belly rubbing. \par \tab My hand busy, my mind wandered again. I thought of John and wondered yet again if he had some whore in his bed. My mind always seemed to turn to sex, probably because I was not getting any. Or ma ybe it was because it had always seemed to be so good between us until it had dropped off recently. \par \tab Horse whined in the pre-dawn light beside me. I glanced over, pulled out of my dark musings, and noticed that somehow my rubbing had gotten him excited ag ain. He was living up to his namesake, I noticed with alarm. And here I had just named him Horse because as a puppy he showed promise of growing into a very large dog. Prophetic naming, apparently, for he showed it in other areas as well. \par \tab I pulled my hand away, reluctant to get any where near his canine erection. My eyes remained glued to it though. It fascinated me; my dog\rquote s penis. I studied it from afar, wondering at the similarity between doggy cock and a mans. Proportionally speaking, Horse had a good thing going. It seemed about 5 inches long or so, and only a little thinner then John\rquote s. No prize by any means for a man, but for a dog, well, I already mentioned Horse lived up to his name. \par \tab I realized then that my hand had started to reach out. I jerked it back in shock. What the hell was I doing?! That was a dog! My dog, sure, but still a dog. Not a member of the human race even! \par \tab I climbed out of bed quickly, throwing my robe from the night before on and heading towards my computer. A push of a button, a flick of a switch, and voila, Welcome to Windows. Horse got off the bed with a soft \'93Woof\'94 and sat down beside my comfy leather chair. I stared at him for a moment before I finally let my hand reach down and absent-mindedly scratch his ear. He tilted his head into it, jaw slackening as I gave him such simple pleasure. \par \tab I fired up my browser with my other hand and started to check my email and my regular websites. Nothing new or exciting. What was I to do? The computer said it was 5:10 in the morning, no chance in hell that there would be anybody I knew \endash or even anybody that spoke English! \endash playing Everquest that early. \par \tab I brought up a search engine then, typing in some seemingly random words that I did not fully believe I was typing. Horse no longer had my attention, so he laid down beside me, resting his chin on the top of my left foot. His soft fur felt warm and fuzzy and reassuring. It made everything all right. \par \tab I found some strange and terrifying pictures over the next several minutes. Pictures that grossed me out and left me stunned. I could not believe women would do such things! With animals, no less! Sure, John and I did some pretty wild and crazy stuff. One time we had even had a threesome with another woman and I en joyed every minute of it. The kind of threesome that saw equal opportunity to all parties. \par \tab But never a horse! A real horse, not a dog named Horse. The size of the horse alone made me shudder and turn away. Then seeing it batter away at some sick woman\rquote s mouth and pussy. It made me want to throw up. \par }\pard \ql \fi720\li0\ri0\widctlpar\aspalpha\aspnum\faauto\adjustright\rin0\lin0\itap0 {\insrsid5920796 There were pictures of women with dogs too. Lots of those. None that looked like my Horse, but a dog was a dog, right? Those struck me as being terribly wrong too. Bestiality, a terrifying and disgusting fetish. What could possibly convince a woman to do something like that? \par }\pard \ql \fi720\li0\ri0\widctlpar\aspalpha\aspnum\faauto\adjustright\rin0\lin0\itap0 {\insrsid5920796 Then I found a different sort of website. It was a veterinary one sponsored by some college or other. It explained all sorts of things about animals, from a sexual point of view. There was nothing pornographic about it. My breath caught in my throat when I read about how a lot of horses and thoroughbred dogs are used for breeding. They had to be collected by people, in many cases. Collected. Their sperm. I shivered. \par That meant that somewhere, maybe even right now, some woman was collecting some doggy cum. Collecting. A politically correct term for jacking off. Somewhere someone was giving a dog a hand job. \par I sat back and let my hands fall to my lap. With my hand in easy rea ch, Horse climbed back to his feet and rested his fuzzy head in my lap, brushing against my hand. My hand moved on its own, gently patting and stroking his head. I looked down and realized what I was doing and snatched it away, suddenly terrified. \par I had only been petting his head! What was wrong with me? I looked down at myself and saw that my robe had fallen open, displaying my naked body beneath. Self-consciously I hugged it back around me, cinching the strap at my waist. I got up from the bed and went back to the couch. \par The dog followed me. He was on his way to being a damn dog again, at this rate, and he had not even done anything to deserve it. \par Horse whimpered again once we were there. I stared at him, wondering if he knew what I had been lookin g at and felt that I was teasing him. Silly thoughts, I reminded myself. He was a dog, not a human. There was no way he could know what a depraved person I was. How wrong I had suddenly become, by thoughts alone. \par I was proved right when he padded over to the door and whimpered again. Feeling foolish, I jumped up and let him out. I stood by the door and watched as he wandered around in my back yard for a bit before finding a suitable spot to relieve himself. He came back to me quickly, for it was ver y wet and cold and he had caught no scents to keep him entertained. The cold air had left me breathless, among other things. The thin material of my robe provided little warmth against the sudden rigidity of my nipples. \par I moved back to the couch and slumped on it. Collapsed. I was a mess. What the hell was wrong with me? At least having hot flashed over thoughts and dreams of John was somewhat acceptable. He was human, at least. \par Horse took his position at my feet again, laying down and gently resting both paws on top of my feet. His paws were wet and cold, but for some reason I was afraid to move them. He rested his head on his paws and looked up at me, a strange animal patience in his eyes. Now I was attributing human emotions to him. Jesus Chris t, I was messed up! \par I decided then and there that I was done with this silliness. I reached down and rubbed Horse\rquote s ear again, the petted him on his back. He rolled over, giving me access to his belly. I caught a strangled gasp before it could escape and steeled myself. I needed to prove that I was no freak! \par And so I rubbed Horse\rquote s belly again. I bent over to reach it and rubbed my hand up and down his soft fur, reveling in the feeling of it against the skin of my palm. I hypnotized myself a little, fascinated in the texture of Horse\rquote s fur and his soft skin underneath. Before I knew it I snapped out of my trance and found that the pink head of Horse\rquote s penis had left its furry sheath and was poking into my hand with every lower and lower sweep of my hand over his belly. \par I felt sorry for him then. Here he was, a fine symbol of masculinity, for a dog, and nary a female dog within 3 city blocks. Or at least, not a willing female dog. Three houses down the Mackenzie\rquote s had a miniature poodle bitch, but on top of being fit for little more then drop-kicking, she was fixed. \par What my poor boy needed was some relief. I was terrified suddenly. Was I actually thinking about doing what I thought I was? My hand had stalled on Horse\rquote s belly, resting a few scant inc hes away from the pink sausage laying there. What would I think of myself? What would others think if they knew? What would John think? \par \'93What would John think?\'94 I said aloud, my tone bitter. Horse shifted as I talked, craning his head to look up at me. It seemed to me that he had a begging look in his eye. The same one he used on me so successfully when I was eating dinner and he wanted some scraps. Damn dog! \par With vicious thoughts of John in my head, I stood up and called after horse to follow me. W e went over to my desk. I grabbed my digital camera and took it back to my computer. A direct link into the machine and I was almost ready to go. I gave no direct conscious thought as to the entirety of what I was doing. Instead I let my mind dwell on only each little step along the way. The road to hell beings with a single step. \par Then it was all set up. I had the camera balanced on the computer desk, aimed just perfectly towards the couch. It was even zoomed in and focused. I called horse back over to it and sat down on it. I took a deep breath and called him up on the couch with me. \par My mind shut down a little then. I refused to believe what was happening. What I was doing. What I had planned and premeditated. \par Horse lay on his back again and my hand rubbed his belly, getting closer and closer to his tool. Then I touched it. His hips jerked a little and so did my hand. It was so hot! \par My hand rubbed up and down it gently, feeling the texture. It felt so raw and sensitive, but little different from a man\rquote s. Hesitating no longer, I wrapped my fingers around it and began to very slowly jack Horse off. I was actually doing it. I was beating off my dog. Collecting Horse\rquote s sperm. Well, the collecting was a ways off yet, I had no idea what to do w hen that happened, I was still dealing with everything in a play by play basis. \par Horse\rquote s hips began to buck a little then, trying to push himself into my hand faster. I grinned, forgetting what was going on for a moment. I obliged him as best I could and sped up my pace, tightening every so slightly around him. He started panting on the couch. He probably thought he was in doggy heaven. \par And all the while my camera was recording me directly to my hard drive. It was so wrong. So disgusting. So sick. So depraved. I was getting wet. I reached down with my free hand and untied the sash on my robe. I parted it and slid my hand down between my legs. My fingers crushed the finely trimmed wisps of hair before parting my slit. I was wrong, I was not wet. I was soaked. My God what was happening to me! \par I moaned a few moments later, my fingers working themselves across my sex. I was so turned on I was afraid to touch my clit for fear I would explode. I wanted more though. My fingers were not enough. They never were. The toys were all the way back in the bedroom. They rarely did it for me anymore either. \par Horse sniffed and started bucking under me. I backed off as I realized he was trying to get up. I let him, wondering if I had hurt him. My hand slipped free of my pussy as I momentarily forgot about my condition due to my concern for him. \par He flipped over and got off the couch, sniffing at me and nuzzling his head into my lap. I reached down with my hands to pet him. He would have none of it. He snif fed around and seemed to center on my hand. He licked out, lapping my juices off my fingers. My mouth fell open in shock. What the hell was he doing?! \par \'93Horse, stop!\'94 I said, my voice barely more then a whisper. I hardly wanted him to stop, but I had to try. He, of course, did not. \par What I did next I did without thinking. Or at least I started it without thinking. Then once I realized that it really was me twisting around so that my legs were both pointing off the couch, I forced myself to accept it. I turned to the camera and stared at it. I slipped my robe off my shoulders and let it fall about me on the couch. My body was displayed, from my died hair above to my ample and, so I am told, very pleasing breasts to my carefully trimmed sparse triangl e of hair below. My pussy was so wet it parted on its own, letting the smell of my sex reach even my nose. God I was terrible! \par \'93Horse, here boy,\'94 I said, still staring into the camera but patting my pussy with my hand. Each pat brought spasms of pleasurable agony through me. Horse followed the smell and the sound, snuffing his way between my legs. \par His tongue darted out, slurping into my slit. I damn near jumped off the couch. It was electric. It was fire. It was ice. It was unbelievable! \'93That\rquote s it Horse, eat mommy\rquote s pussy!\'94 I was gone then, intent entirely on the show I was recording. \par Horse obliged me. He slurped and licked away at me, driving me crazy with his soft yet rough tongue. I was floating somewhere between heaven and hell. Cloud nine had a silver lining, but it seemed filled with potential thundershowers. The lightning hit me then. I spasmed around Horse, my stomach muscles contracting so powerfully with my orgasm that I curled up into a crunch, trying to get into a fetal position. My legs would not obey me though, and remained sticking straight out, impossible rigid. Horse continued to lick my snatch. \par I have no idea what made him lick my pussy. Whether it was the salty taste that woman have (trust me, I know, I ate pussy once, rem ember?), or was he simply trying to please me? His tongue hit every sensitive spot I had, from my asshole to my vagina to my clit, and everywhere in between. I spasmed and convulsed and forgot to breathe. Then when I remembered to breathe I found that my lungs would not work. I was in trouble! \par Somehow, amazingly, I pushed my dog away. I collapsed on the couch, breathless. Spent. Just plain tuckered out. I lay there a few minutes at least, listening to the roaring of my heart pounding blood through m y veins. I was in decent shape, but I still wondered at the possibility of a heart attack. \par \'9327 year old dies of heart attack while having her pussy eaten by her dog,\'94 I muttered, imagining the impossible newspaper headline. I laughed, unable to believe it. My reservations were momentarily forgotten. \par \'93My god boy, that was great!\'94 I said, sitting back up and rubbing his head appreciatively. \'93You can do that anytime you want too!\'94 \par Horse panted happily, his tail wagging. He whimpered a little then and trie d to put his head back in towards my crotch. I saw his phallus hanging between his legs then, swollen and red and looking very much in need of relief. I forgot to breathe again then. Was I really }{\i\insrsid5920796 that}{\insrsid5920796 thankful? \par I must have been. My knees were on the fl oor and my belly and breasts pressed against the cushion on the couch. I smacked my ass and called Horse over. He knew what to do after a tentative sniff and lick of my crack. It sent shivers up my spine when he did that. Those shivers were nothing co mpared to the ones I got when his front paws suddenly landed on either side of my ribs. His soft fur brushed against my skin on my sides and my back. I was about to be mounted. Mounted and fucked like an animal. By an animal. I moaned. \par It took Horse se veral stabs with his engorged cock to find me. He was humping air for a while before he finally brushed against my leg. He oriented off that and was soon stabbing at my pussy. I reached back between my legs and helped guide him in, feeling so incredibl y naughty that I was turned on to a level I had never before experienced. \par Horse was in me finally, the head of his cock slipping deeper with each quick doggy thrust. I grunted each time, my pussy had gone unused for some time now and it was unready for suc h a vigorous invasion. Or so I thought. I was wetter then ever before and I pushed back against him, trying to swallow his cock with my cunt. \par It was quite possibly the most lurid and intense five minutes of my life, up to that point. Certainly the most vividly recalled. Horse stroked in and out of my pussy as fast as his hips could push him. As fast as our hips could push him. I groaned repeatedly, feeling my super sensitive snatch driven over the edge time and again. It was a constant orgasm, waxin g and waning in waves that crashed into me. \par I sobered up slightly when I felt Horse\rquote s cock beginning to thicken. I had seen pictures and read about what was happening, I just had forgotten about it until then. His cock was growing, expanding in an effort to keep itself lodged inside my pussy when he came so that his sperm would be trapped inside longer. It worked fine with female dogs, but with me? \par I pushed Horse off of me somehow. It took a few moments of frenzied pushing to get him away, since he was such a big dog. An extremely horny big dog, at that. He whimpered and whined, thinking I was denying him. Uh-uh. Before I could think about it too seriously, I pulled him around and forced him to the ground and rolled him over. \par I am a big girl, hands down. Not big gross, but big tough. Big and strong and, I am told, big and sexy. It\rquote s meat on my bones, not flab. I hefted Horse up easily and laid him on the couch. He struggled and tried to get up until my hand rested on his slippery cock. Our mingl ed juices coated it, making it slick. I knelt on the floor where I had been a few minutes prior and stared at the camera briefly. My mind was still short circuiting. I was only thinking on one track. I licked my lips suggestively to the camera. \par Horse\rquote s cock was in my mouth then. It tasted weird. I had tasted my pussy on John\rquote s cock, on his lips and tongue, on my own fingers, and even on my vibrators. That was not surprising. I even liked the taste of my pussy when I was in the right mood. But the t aste I experienced now was different altogether. It was my pussy juice and Horse\rquote s pre-cum. It took me all of half a second to realize I loved it. \par Horse tried to drive his cock up at me with his hips. With no leverage he was largely ineffective. I help ed him, slipping my lips down around him as far as I could go. My mouth stretched painfully the further down I got on him, what with the growing bulge that was beginning to spread up his doggy manhood. He leaked more and more of his precum, more then I could handle given that I was fucking him with my mouth. It ran down my chin and my cheeks, combined with my saliva. \par On the plus side, Horse was short enough that I was able to swallow him all the way, his cock prodded against the back of my throat and tea sed my gag reflex, but could not threaten to go any deeper. I had become a practiced and talented deep throat artist at John\rquote s request, but it really was easier to give head with my mouth alone then my mouth and throat. \par So give head I did. I did everything I could to make this blowjob the best one I had ever given. From twisting my head to licking the slit at the end from which copious amounts of seminal fluid leaked. I fondled Horse\rquote s furry balls even, drawing some serious hip jerking reactions from him. The bulge traveled up the length of his cock more rapidly now. I was almost sad it was over when it reached the tip. \par I buried Horse\rquote s cock as deeply into my mouth as I could. His soft fur tickled my nose, threatening to make me sneeze. I forgot all about it a moment later though. Horse bucked hard, his hind legs flailing in the air. Thick streams of cum flowed out of him. It was way more then I could handle. I knew I was going to drown if I even tried to keep my seal on him. \par So what did I do? I fought like hell. My eyes watered happily as I swallowed rapidly. Horse did not fire strong bursts of semen like a man, but rather impossibly thick ropes of cum that flowed out. There was no break until it was over. Some had leaked, running down my ch in and throat, but by and large I was successful at swallowing the majority of it. \par My jaw was sore and my eyes continued to water, but I was happy. Elated. Ecstatic. I had just made Horse feel like a thousand bucks. He lay happily below me for a moment longer, then started to struggle again. \par I gave horse one quick last suck and pulled away from him. I sat up straight and watched him hop off the couch and shake. I licked my lips and used my fingers to gather the dog sperm on my face and throat. I colle cted it. I grinned and sucked my fingers clean, making sure the camera was recording it all. \par There was just one other thing I noticed about the encounter. I was thoroughly hooked on the taste of Horse\rquote s cum! It was not nearly as bitter as John\rquote s had bee n. Nor any man, for that matter. Much stronger and muskier, but without any hint of bitterness. Not nearly as salty either, for some reason. The consistency was similar, and if I thought about that to much it kind of grossed me out, but the taste over rode it. I loved it! \par }\pard \ql \li0\ri0\widctlpar\aspalpha\aspnum\faauto\adjustright\rin0\lin0\itap0 {\insrsid5920796 \par }\pard \qc \li0\ri0\widctlpar\aspalpha\aspnum\faauto\adjustright\rin0\lin0\itap0 {\insrsid5920796 ***** \par }\pard \ql \li0\ri0\widctlpar\aspalpha\aspnum\faauto\adjustright\rin0\lin0\itap0 {\insrsid5920796 \par \tab \'93Hi Sarah,\'94 John said, sitting down at the table with me. We met at the same coffee shop we had been going to for years. It was one of the few things we still shared. \par \tab \'93You\rquote re looking really good,\'94 he said, sounding a little surprised. \par \tab \'93Thanks,\'94 I said, smiling. I was happy and it showed. \par \tab \'93No, I mean it,\'94 he continued, not realizing right away that I believed him. \'93You always look good,\'94 he added, \'93I mean you look happy.\'94 \par \tab I nodded and smiled some more. \'93Did I every thank you for getting my Horse?\'94 \par }\pard \ql \li0\ri0\widctlpar\aspalpha\aspnum\faauto\adjustright\rin0\lin0\itap0 {\insrsid5920796 \tab He cocked his head to the side curiously. \'93 I think so. Yeah, you were crazy about him when we brought him home. If I remember right, it led to some pretty great sex that night too.\'94 He chuckled lightly at the memory. I just smiled. \par }\pard \ql \li0\ri0\widctlpar\aspalpha\aspnum\faauto\adjustright\rin0\lin0\itap0 {\insrsid5920796 \tab \'93Good, because I really love him, he\rquote s been such a help to me through all of this.\'94 \par \tab John nodded, not having a clue. \'93That\rquote s great, Sarah. I\rquote m happy you are coping with this as well as you are. If having Horse there to take care of helps you, then that\rquote s even better. It makes me glad I left him with you. \'94 \par \tab \'93Oh, he takes care of me too,\'94 I said, grinning widely. John looked at me curiously, totally clueless. \par \tab I slid a manila folder across the table towards him. Looking at it he frowned a lit tle then picked it up. He opened it up and slid out the few pictures I had printed out. His eyes bulged as he saw what the content was. His mouth dropped. The first pick was of Horse licking my pussy. The next one had me jacking him off. The next tw o had him fucking me. The next to last one had me sucking Horse\rquote s cock. The final pick was of me winking at the camera while I was sucking Horse\rquote s cum off my fingers and face. \par \tab The pictures fell from John\rquote s hands. He stared at them, dumbstruck. I gather ed them up and put them back in the envelope and returned it to my purse. His eyes tracked up to me and slowly focused. His mouth was still open. I got up and walked around the table to stand next to him. \par \tab Leaning over I whispered in his ear in the sexy voice that used to drive him crazy, \'93Thanks again for Horse, he\rquote s incredible!\'94 \par }\pard \ql \fi720\li0\ri0\widctlpar\aspalpha\aspnum\faauto\adjustright\rin0\lin0\itap0 {\insrsid5920796 I gave him a kiss on the cheek and walked away then. Never looking back, I somehow knew that John just sat there, staring at me as his brain fired as rapidly as humanly possible, trying to comprehend what he had just seen. \par }\pard \ql \fi720\li0\ri0\widctlpar\aspalpha\aspnum\faauto\adjustright\rin0\lin0\itap0 {\insrsid5920796 As for me, I had an itch and a dog waiting at home to scratch it. Then later on I was going to go shopping for a horse or a pony. Maybe I would name it Dog. \par }}