Horst Kepple - Dog Lover_s Diary

Fluffy felt hot, tight pussy about the tip of his prick and like a furry little machine, he started flipping his hips. His cock snapped into my juicy twat.

Ooooh, it stung so bad at first! I almost made him stop. But then, when he got going good, and when things got good and slippery down there, nothing could've made me stop him.

His cock surged up my tube, pushing back the tight wrinkles, the slick folds, ironing out my bumps and valleys. I don't know which felt better; the wild forward lunges when his dick would slip to the back of my pussy, the hairy sheath nuzzling against my buzzer; or the frantic back-thrusts, when the friction of dog cock dragging over slippery folds, slippery folds sucking at dog cock, would almost make me black out with ecstasy.

I locked my thighs around his humping middle and let him ride, ride, ride. He loved every second of it too. I could tell by the way he drooled on my tits, by the way he kept speeding up his screwing. His cock flew in and out of me, churning my pussy stuff into a froth, making me quiver and moan and bite his jowls. Then it really happened.

The other times with his tongue and the tip of his dick were nothing compared to the thing that grabbed me by the pussy at that moment. My whole mind kind of exploded. Everything went white, then black and crazy, unbelievable joy took over my entire body. Everything, mind, mouth, tits, belly, pussy, butt-hole, legs, came at once. Whining like a bitch in heat, I flipped my juicy little ass to meet his cock thrusts, meeting him fuck for fuck. And it kept on happening!

My pussy started shivering around his plunging cock, and then it kind of flexed, opened then closed squeezing, milking Fluffy's flying dick.

I must've hurt him a little because he yelped the first time my cunt clamped down. He was ready for the second spasm. His ass flipped extra hard driving stiff cock through the slippery fist of my orgasming cunt.

I had to have him squirt. I needed the hot waves of doggy come washing up inside me. I slid my hand down through his fur, around his thigh, and took hold of his heavy balls.

"Oooh, baby." I moaned into an ear covered with my slobber. "Come on, sweetheart. Give it to me, lover. Let me have it." As I flipped my butt to meet his cock stab, I tenderly twisted the silky slick bag in my palm, wringing the fat balls inside.

Fluffy's ass went crazy, his cock slid in and out of me in fantastic triple time strokes, and I felt the sizzling rush of his come spurt up my pussy.

"Ohh… Uhhh… Yesssssss!" I cried, my cunt suddenly making squishy-squishy noises about his lunging prick.

His sticky stuff flew up me as he came. It flew way up inside my tube and made me come again, come right along with him.

I couldn't believe it was happening to me. Something so absolutely wonderful. For a long time after he finished fucking me, even after his cock had gone limp and slipped out of my box, I made him lie there between my legs. Such a sweet doggy, such a marvelously warm and happy animal.

Fluffy and I had at lot of fun times together. He was my first lover and maybe my best. If he'd lived longer, I'm sure he would've been the very best. But… he got into something on one of his nightly runs and it made him real sick and he died. I was very sad when it happened. He was such a good doggy. And then Mom and Pop said couldn't have another dog because Fluffy was too messy, and that a girl of eleven should be thinking about boys and not dogs.

I was heartbroken for months, just moping around the house, until the Baxters moved in next door.

November 1, 1966 Anyway, when the Verduccis sold their house next door and moved to Oregon, we got some new neighbours, the Baxters. Right from the minute they pulled up out front. I knew I was going to like them. For out thing, they weren't dried up old prunes like the Verduccis. Mr. Baxter, or Wally as he liked to he called, was about twenty-five and his wife, Lenore, was a couple of years younger. He was tall and tanned, blond and good-looking, a skier. Lenore was a very petite woman with long, straight brown hair that fell down to her plump little butt. She had a round face and a pretty smile. The other thing about the Baxters, the thing that really made my mind up about them, was the third member of the family. He was riding in the back seat of their sports car: a huge, rust and black coloured German Shepherd.

I know it sounds funny when I say this, but just looking at his big, lolling red tongue from all the way across the lawn gave me the damp drawers and bad.

He jumped out of the car and bounded up to the front porch of his new home. Under the thick black coat, his muscles were powerful and fluid. I think it a love at first sight. Not like with poor Fluffy. He was a dear doggy, but not much to look at. The big Shepherd hiked his leg to dribble pee on the shrubbery and I got a peek at some immense balls and a regular cucumber of a cock sheath. I knew right then I had to have some of that thing.

To break the ice, I cooked a batch of chocolate chip cookies and got a big soup bone from the corner store and took everything over to the new neighbours. My arms were pretty full so I rang the doorbell with my elbow. Right away the big dog started barking, deep, and scary. When the door opened, he jumped out and lunged at me. His muzzle and mask were a red-rust as were his forelegs and chest. He was a real handsome animal, but the look in his yellow eyes was enough to petrify me. I stood there, frozen, looking at Wally kind of desperately.

Before he could grab the dog's collar the Shepherd was nuzzling his wet nose in under my short skirt. Sniffing and snorting right at my pussy!

He knew what he wanted alright. His snorts sent waves of excitement rippling up over my belly.

Then Wally caught hold of his choke collar and said, "Sit! Sit, Romeo!"

The dog dropped back on his haunches, thick tail wagging, long tongue lolling, eyes smiling at me.

"Wow, I'm sorry about that," Wally apologised. "We're used to country living where we don't have to keep such close tabs on him."

I told the tall man not to worry, that I liked dogs. I gave him the cookies and he thanked me and asked me in. The house was in an uproar, boxes and packing stuff everywhere. They were a real nice couple, so happy. I asked them if it was OK if I gave Romeo the bone I'd brought and they said sure.

I took him out in the back yard. He came right along like a good dog.

Mostly because he knew he was going to get the big juicy bone I was holding. Like I said, he was real big, even for a Shepherd. He must've weighed a hundred pounds. I told him "Sit!" and was kind of surprised when her actually obeyed me. He plopped right down on the grass, tail swishing, tongue drooling so nice, red sloppy. I gave him the bone and watched him gnaw on it eagerly for a bit, then Lenore called me back the house.

She told me I had a way with dogs, that Romeo wouldn't obey just anybody. That made me feel real good. She seemed very pleased that Romeo and I had made friends, I liked her. She wasn't much taller than me, but she had a very sexy body. She was wearing pair of corduroy overalls that made her round butt stick out and her waist look impossibly small.

Then Wally came in with a glass of milk and we ate my cookies and talked. He was a public relations man with the phone company and Lenore is an artist's model, part-time. When he let Romeo back in the house, the dog came right over and laid down next to my feet.

"Wow, Polly," Wally said. "You've got an admirer there." Then he winked at Lenore and said, "Better watch him close, Polly. He's a foxy old boy."

For some reason that made Lenore mad and she told him to be quiet. He ignored her and said, "Come ski season, we're going to be driving up to our cabin on weekends. We can't take Romeo with us. How'd you like to dog sit for us? We'd pay you, just like for a baby…"