acting ashamed, or being apologetic. Instead, she forcefully told me I wouldn't say anything, because nobody would believe me. Saying it was just her word against mine. However, her eyes began to tear when she reminded me that she was a school teacher, and this kind of accusation would ruin her career.
Teary eyed, Sherry repeated how she was going be leave. I asked what I was supposed to tell my father. Sherry replied that she had taken care of that. Explaining how she had already decided she didn't want to stay in the relationship. She didn't want to be taking care of a teenage girl, and that being involved with a navy man was a mistake. Through letters, Sherry was already telling my father she was unhappy and wanted out. Her softened demeanor, and my not wanting to embarrass my father, I decided I wouldn't tell. She was clearly relieved at this, but again told me she was going to leave regardless. Sherry then opened up, and we then had a very candid discussion.
She explained that a few years earlier, a former boyfriend introduced her to K9 sex. Sherry told me she didn't have any sexual contact with Blackie until after my father left. Only initiating sex with him after she decided the relationship wouldn't work. So Sherry said she had nothing to lose by doing it with him, and her only mistake was getting caught. She asked if I hated her. I replied that I just didn't understand why she did it. Sherry explained how she liked it before, saw an opportunity to do it again, and just took it. Strangely, now that Sherry opened up to me, I felt closer to her than ever before.
Sherry still managed to try my patience, though. Since my father wasn't due for about four weeks, she decided not to leave immediately. I knew she was still doing it with Blackie. When I challenged her, she again became combative. Telling me I shouldn't care since she was leaving soon anyway. She left a few days before my father's return, leaving my Aunt to take charge of me.
Over the next few years I rarely thought about what I saw. It wasn't until I was fifteen more sexually aware that I realized how much Sherry was enjoying sex with Blackie that day in the garage. I began replaying that scene while masturbating. These fantasies were troubling to me. My concerns were eased slightly in college, when I was nineteen. At a dorm party, girls were playing truth or dare. A girl was asked to describe her most bizarre sexual fantasy. She said, “Doing it with an animal.” I was relieved when afterwards; a few of the girls admitted the occasional similar thought. This helped, and I stopped feeling quite so guilty. After all, I was directly exposed to this and they weren't.
Once during summer break, I decided to see if I could find Sherry and talk to her about it. I found out she was still living in the area. I even knocked on her front door. However immediately upon seeing me, she got extremely nervous and defensive. I couldn't say much, and she quickly shut the door in my face. I did hear a child's voice in the background, so I figured she didn't want me causing any trouble for her. After college, I went to graduate school where I met my future husband. We lived together for about a year before getting married. We rented before saving enough to get a house. During all that time, I never once thought about having sex with a dog. However all that changed after we moved into our new home.
Our new neighbors were an elderly couple. They weren't very social, and we had very little contact with them. Their house was older than ours with a much larger backyard. They also owned a male Dalmatian, who they gave virtually no supervision. They kept him in a dog enclosure towards the back of the yard. However, he had no trouble getting out, and since there were only bushes between our yards, he was in our yard quite often. To my surprise, the moment I saw him alone in the yard, I started having sexual thoughts about him. I quickly realized the exposure to Sherry affected me more deeply I knew. I noticed that being a short haired dog, I couldn't help but notice his cock even when he wasn't aroused. I was fixated by the thought of what Sherry would do with him. I remembered how much Sherry seemed to enjoy having sex with Blackie.
I started thinking about having sex with him myself. I tried to resist these urges, but seeing him alone in our yard so often was just too tempting. So I decided to initiate something. One morning, I saw him by the side of the house. After checking that nobody was around, I quickly got a cookie and went out to open the back gate. He saw me offering him the cookie and walked into the yard. He followed me towards the back door, and to my surprise, followed me into the house. I was now completely alone with him. After giving him the cookie, I decided to give him some water. I was very nervous and my hand was shaking while filling up the bowl. While I watched him drink, I realized I still didn't know what I wanted to happen.
Also, I didn't even know if he was “Neutered.” However judging by his owners, I figured he wasn't. As he drank, I finally decided to act.
I knelt down beside him and began rubbing his lower stomach, letting my hand gently brush against his cock. He didn't seem to take notice, so I decided to get more aggressive. I began cupping his cock in my hand. This clearly got his attention and he stopped drinking to look at what I was doing. I quickly felt his cock getting hard, and it slowly began slipping out of its sheath. This actually scared me, so I stopped and abruptly kicked him out of the house. Afterwards I felt guilty over what I did, and thought I'd never try that again. However those feeling didn't last very long. I couldn't forget the way his cock started getting hard as I cupped him. This meant that he wasn't fixed, and was reacting sexually to what I was doing. So I decided to try and get him alone again?
One morning I saw him near his enclosure. I went outside and walked around trying to get his attention. When he saw me, he walked through the bushes and into my yard. I walked back towards the house and he again followed me in. Once inside, I knelt down and started cupping his cock in my hand. Again his cock began to slip out of its sheath. I wanted to get a better look at it, so I gently got him to lie down on his side. Careful to not scratch him with my nails, I began gently exploring his cock, and it quickly became fully erect. It was red, and about 6 or7 inches long. He clearly didn't object to what I was doing, so I felt justified in going further. I wanted more privacy, so I decided to bring him to up to my room.
I could feel my legs shaking as I started climbing the stairs to my room. The dog was behind me, but then quickly passed me and was waiting for me at the top. His tail was wagging, and his cock was still hanging down, fully erect. As I reached the top of the stairs I reached out and gently grasped his cock in my hand. His cock was very warm, and felt heavy. I then walked to the bedroom and the dog followed behind. When I closed the door behind us, the realization that I was about to initiate a sexual encounter with him fully set in and I began shaking with sexual excitement. He immediately came towards me and began nervously sniffing for my crotch. It was only around 8:30am, and I was only wearing panties under my robe. However, robe was closed tightly so he couldn't get at me.
He continued to sniff around my crotch, so I decided to see what he would do. So I undid my robe simply letting it fall open. He immediately pressed his nose directly against my crotch, and licked my crotch through my panties. I removed my robe and panties. I then dangled my panties in front of him and he continued sniffing at them. I dropped them on the floor and watched as he kept sniffing them on the floor. Now completely naked, the dog lifted up his head and began sniffing between my legs. I backed away form him slightly, but the dog quickly moved in closer and continued sniffing me. I then sat down on an edge of the bed with my legs crossed. The dog kept sniffing my crotch, but I kept my legs crossed. The dog then aggressively put both front paws up onto the bed clearly trying to mount me.
After giving a few licks to my face and forehead, he began licking my breasts. His tongue actually lifted my breasts up and down as he licks them. This went on for about 5 seconds before the dog once again began sniffing my crotch. This time, I reclined back on my elbows and spread my knees apart, letting him get at me.
He then got off the bed and placed his nose right against my vaginal lips. After a few sniffs, he began flicking his tongue against my pussy. However, at first he didn't seem all that interested in my pussy. Instead, using long, slow strokes, he spent about 2 min licking my lower stomach and small bush. Although he wasn't licking my pussy, I did enjoy the sensations his tongue produced, and my nipples were clearly erect. He then seemed to lose interest and simply lay down at my feet. Thinking he was finished, I started to get up from the bed to wash up. However he quickly got up before I could, and suddenly just stuck his head right between my legs. This time he began licking my pussy much more aggressively. I then reclined slightly back on my hands and again spread my legs apart for him. Initially, he licked my pussy in a vertical (up and down) direction, and then he turned his head sideways and began licking my pussy in a vertical (side to side) direction. I responded by lifting one foot up onto the bed. I then placed both feet back on the floor and spread myself even farther apart for him. I rested my hands on my knees and thighs as he licked me. He was really going now. Not only could I see, but also I could clearly hear his tongue moving around my pussy. This felt very good, and I moaned softly a few times. Then something happened that almost made me stop. When I used my fingers to expose more of my clit, the dog began licking my wedding ring. The sight of him licking my ring immediately made me think of my husband. I started feeling guilty, and thought about
