Horst Kepple - Dog Lover_s Diary

Dropping the bar of soap, I carefully reached out and took the swollen length of Fluffy's wee-wee in my hot little hand. It was red hot and very slippery. It felt delicious! Even then, though no one had told me, in the back of my mind I knew I was doing something very bad, a no-no, but that made it much, much better.

I felt a flush creep up in my cheeks as I slipped the dog cock in and out of my closed fist, and Fluffy began whimpering softly as he snapped his hips into the tight ring. He stood up in the tub to get a better angle and began slipping and scrambling on the wet porcelain.

I reached out with my free hand and grabbed him and hugged his wet body to me. His curly fur tickled my naked chest: my little pink nipples puckered and stiffened like they never had before. I pressed my face into his damp neck and worked his dick harder. My fist traveled up and down the length of his cock, milking it cruelly. As it slogged in and out of my hand the sound of the dog's breathing grew more and more hoarse.

I slid my hand up between his rear legs and as I played with his cock, I groped for his bulging brown nuts. They'd always fascinated me, but I never knew exactly what they were for. They were upright against the base of his rear end, hard and hot and more than a handful for me. I squeezed them gently and Fluffy's hips went into overdrive, flipping wildly. I pushed away from him, my own breathing ragged. my little bee-sting titties covered with loose dog fur, and looked under his heaving belly.

The slimy tool in my hand jerked, a ripple of feeling raced from root to tip, bringing with it a fountain of creamy yellowish white stuff that spurted from the tip and flopped to the floor of the tub. It kept on shooting and shooting and I was scared for a second that he was peeing, but it didn't look like pee-pee. It was so hot and thick and some of it got on my hand as I held him. When the stuff stopped coming out, Fluffy stopped jerking around. I let him go and sat down on the sopping wet bathroom rug. I looked at the gooey gob of his squirt on my middle finger. It glistened in the soft light. I looked at the quickly disappearing length of Fluffy's cock. Its pointy nozzle held a similar blob of creamy stuff. I raised my finger to my nose and sniffed the smell of doggy come. It was marvelous. Musky and sweet like perfume and nasty, too. Real nasty. I opened my lips, moistening them with my pointed tongue. Then Mom called from the hallway right outside the door, and asked me what was taking so long and how I shouldn't have the door closed.

I lunged for the faucet and rinsed off my finger and sent the slimy stuff swirling down the drain. I had a towel around my happy mongrel before Mom opened the door.

After that, almost every time Fluffy got a bath, I gave him a good rub, too. Every time Mom wasn't around. Sometimes late at night he'd hop up into bed with me… also a no-no… and I'd make the red thing come out by pinching the tip of the hairy sheath or by bouncing his balls in my palm. It got so I didn't have to do hardly anything to get him "in the mood" for a cock rub.

It took a long time for Fluffy and me to graduate to better things. It was a Sunday morning and I was ten. Mom and Pop always did the weekly grocery shopping on Sundays and Mom always tried to drag me along. I remember I pretended to be fast asleep when she shook me. I refused to budge even when Mom threatened me with an ice water drenching. I felt so warm and cosy and it was pure joy to ignore Mom's shrill orders. I only stirred from the comfort of my little bed when I heard the station wagon pull out of the driveway.

If things went as usual, I had two whole hours alone in the house. I liked being alone. Well, not completely alone. I threw back the covers and Fluffy jumped up on the bed. He licked my face and wagged his long, curly tail. I pushed him away and got out of bed. I was wearing my long flannel nightgown. I walked over to the closet and opened it. Fluffy hopped down from the bed and followed me over to the closet.

"Nope," I said out loud. I wasn't ready to get dressed yet. I yanked the nightie up over my head and admired myself in the full-length mirror.

My body was really changing. I didn't have any boobies to brag about yet, but there were plump humps of flesh under my rosy nipples. And between my legs, over the pudgy mound of my wee-wee, there grew a downy spring of golden hairs. Just a few, but I was very proud of them. They formed a little bridge across the fat lips of my pussy.

I bent down to pick up my nightie and got a cold, wet surprise. "Fluffy, you bad dog!" I scolded, touching myself on the poop-hole where he had poked me with his nose.

Fluffy scooted under the bed quickly, ears back, hind legs flattened out frog-style, as he scrambled for cover. His wet, black nose peeped out from between the fringe of the bedspread.

"Oh, come on, Fluffy," I said. "I'm not going to hit you…"

The little dog came part way out from under the bed. I could hear his mil thumping wildly. "Come on, you silly," I coaxed.

Fluffy bounded out. I patted him on the head. What he'd done hadn't really hurt anyway. It sort of tingled. "Let's go get something to eat,"

I told him.

The two of us ran downstairs to the kitchen. I felt wonderfully naughty running around the house naked. I always imagined the gas man or the mail man accidentally looking in the window and seeing me naked. I imagined them getting a big red hard-on like Fluffy, too.

I poured myself a big mug of milk and mixed in some chocolate powder with a tablespoon. Fluffy sat up and started to beg.

"Oh, alright, Fluffy, you can have a cookie," I said, reaching for the box of dog biscuits. I stood there with my hand on my bare hip. "First, you've got to do a trick. Roll over!"

Fluffy dropped to his stomach and started to roll over. I squatted down and caught him by the paws just as he turned on his back "Stay!" I said.

I held him there a minute and looked at his cock and balls. His big brown eyes twinkled. Like magic his red dick began to slip out of its holder. Letting go of a paw, I grabbed the slippery shaft and slapped it gently against his belly. He kicked his back legs real jerky-like and his cock got hard fast.

"Good boy," I said, straightening up. I reached for the mug of milk and sat down at the kitchen table. Fluffy just stayed there on his back, cock stiff and ready, hoping I'd come back and finish the job But I didn't. I sipped my milk and slouched down in the chair.

Suddenly the look on his face and his big red dick hanging out seemed very funny to me and I choked on a swallow of milk, spitting it up.

Then, the mug tipped and wave of brown fluid ran down over my soft belly and into the fork of my legs. "Eeeeeek!" I squealed at the shock of it.

Poor Fluffy, thinking he'd done something wrong again, slinked over to me. He started licking the sweet drink off the floor, then he licked my foot. I sat there and watched him. He licked my ankle. It felt good.

Real good. His tongue was so hot and wet. He worked up inside of my legs in long sloppy strokes that made me shiver. Hot and cold tingles raced up my thighs. His tongue reminded me of his dick… red and slippery.

It pushed into the meat of my legs and bathed them with slobber. It tickled something awful but I didn't make him stop. His whiskers brushed my inner thighs and I opened them a little for him. Whatever it was that he was doing to me, I didn't want him to stop. That familiar cock-pulling flush crept up into my cheeks. I opened my legs a bit more, raising them up on tiptoe. Fluffy's moist tongue lashed over my soft thighs, searching for the sticky splotches of chocolate milk.

I felt very weak. It was almost like I was suffocating. I looked at the wet nose sniffing my thighs. I looked from the nose to the chocolate drenched lips of my pussy. I knew I could stop it anytime I wanted. I was sure of it. The space between his nose and my cunt dwindled.