Horst Kepple - Dog Lover_s Diary

I leaned down and scratched that big bear-head nuzzling against my calf.

"Sure, sounds OK to me," I said, barely able to restrain my glee.

Then the doorbell rang and it was the moving men, so Lenore had to go out front and Wally had to take Romeo, and put him in the backyard. I was sitting there in the living room, surrounded by half-empty boxes of kitchen stuff, books, papers. I just happened to glance at a cardboard box balanced on the edge of a dining room chair. I had papers and stuff in it, a real jumble of things, and on top were some photographs. They weren't the usual kind of photos, the kind that you get back from the drugstore. They had funny pointed ends on them. They were polaroids, like on television. I'd never seen one up close so I grabbed the top picture and took a peek.

Did the top of my head ever come unglued!!! It was sort of a "family" photo, but not the kind you find next to the fourth of July picnic group picture in the family album. It was a picture of Lenore and Romeo.

Lenore was stark naked, kneeling on a double bed with a quilted bedspread, her firm tits hanging down, her round butt facing the camera, her face twisting around over her shoulder to look into the lens. The look on her face was crazy, half-agony, half-ecstasy; her tongue hung out and her eyes were slitted.

Up on the bed with her was Romeo. He was fucking the hell out of her.

His jaws were holding her by the back of her neck, his forelegs were locked about her chest and his cock was caught in the act of slipping back between the swollen folds of her pussy. There was no mistaking it.

That dog cock was all glistening with cunt juice, sliding right up her hairy little cunt.

The photo was powerful stuff. It made my mouth go all drooly and my heart pound. It took no great leap of the imagination to put myself in that picture, to put me under the slimy, red hot nozzle of Romeo's big cock. I stuffed the picture inside my blouse when I heard the back door open.

I told Wally I had to go home. It wasn't easy talking to him. Not because I'd stolen the picture and felt guilty about it… because I didn't… but because without a doubt he was the weirdest man I'd ever met. He liked to take snapshots of his pretty little wife being screwed by the family pooch. I wondered what he did with the photographs, and I also wondered, not without a lot of heart thumping, if he'd like to take a picture of Romeo and me.

As I said goodbye, the Baxters were arm in arm on the front lawn, happy as larks. It gave me a funny feeling to see them so normal when I knew the sick truth about their love life. Then I took the stolen photo, marched straight into the upstairs bathroom, and while drooling over it, I finger-fucked myself until I came, biting the hem of my skirt to keep from crying out.

Let me tell you, by the time ski season rolled around, I'd worn out that sexy picture. I'd also been sneaking over to the Baxter back yard and giving Romeo little taste treats on the sly… to cement our friendship. And I'd learned a little trick, quite by accident. I call it the "Nasty Panty" trick. Everybody knows that dogs love smelly things, right? Well, what's smellier than a teenage girl's pair of week-old panties? Not much, and that's for sure.

Anyway, this one time Mom had put all my clothes in the washing machine and I didn't have any clean underwear left, so I rooted down in the laundry bag and found a pair of very soiled undies. I gritted my teeth and put the crusty things on and then forgot about them and went over to see my Romeo.

It's hard keeping my hands, and mouth, off him. Just the sight of his furry sheath was enough to send my pussy into fits.

I guess all the finger-fucking with his picture had something to do with it. I'd trained myself to get wet whenever I looked at his heavy pod.

Anyway, I always waited until the Baxters left the house before I went over… just in case things got out control.

This particular day I knew right away something was different. Romeo bounded up to me and kind of whined through his nose like a steam whistle. I didn't realise that I was up wind from him. My pussy started juicing almost instantly and I guess the heat and moisture released the well-aged stink in the crotch of my underwear. It drove old Romeo bananas. He jumped up and put his heavy paws on my shoulders and licked my face. I always liked the feel of his hot, doggy tongue on my mouth and that day, for some reason, it was especially sloppy.

After taking a quick look to make sure no one was hanging over the fence, watching us, I let him slip his tongue in my mouth. He really started whining then and I could feel his ass starting to flip. He got off me and I got a glimpse of the biggest chunk of dog dick a girl could ask for, hard, red and slimy. Then his nose was rooting in under my skirt, mashing up against my clit, snorting over the dewy slot of my pussy. His tongue lapped at my thighs and sent tingles flying up over my tits. So hot and wet! And he was after the source of the stinky stink.

Snuffling and whining, he bathed the nasty crotch of my panties in hot slobber. I came right there, standing up in full view of my folk's upstairs bedroom window.

When it was over, I got really scared. I was afraid someone might've seen the big dog licking in under my dress, and me standing there bow-legged, knees shaking, letting him slurp my pussy. Poor Romeo got left hanging that afternoon, but it wouldn't always be like that… not if I had anything to do with it.

So having learned what made the Shepherd's cock come to attention every time I brought a goodie over to him. I slipped on a real stinky pair of panties. I was training him real good, only neither of us were aware of it. Pretty soon, nasty undies or not, every time he saw me he sprung a boner of sorts.

Wally noticed what was going on, I'm sure, but he didn't ever make a joke about it or draw Lenore's attention to the miraculous event that occurred whenever I walked into the room.

The only time he came close to mentioning it was the evening the two of them were leaving for their cabin, leaving me in charge of my Romeo.

Lenore was out of the room and Wally came over and put his arm around me, real fatherly. He smiled at his panting dog and hugged me a little.

Then he said. "You treat him right, Polly, and he'll treat you right."

That's all he said. Maybe I just imagined the meaning behind his words.

I don't know. But they sure made my pulse rate skyrocket and my face blush.

When the Baxters finally left, I went back over to our house and told Mom that I was going to sleep over at the Baxters and watch the place while they were away. She said I could watch just as good from our house. I told her I'd promised them and made a little scene and she gave in. After all those weeks of waiting for a chance at Romeo, I would've made a real big scene to get my way.

I went upstairs and dug out my special pair of panties. Super-stinkies!

The one I'd been saving for three weeks. I pulled them on and grabbed my pillow and ran over to my new lover's house.

Was my head ever spinning! Romeo came up as I opened the front door, his tongue hanging out, a happy dog. I locked the door and chained it and when I turned around, I got a wonderful surprise. A hot, horny dog nose right on the cunt!

"Ooh, Romeo," I crooned, stroking his soft pointed ears. I opened my legs and let him shove his nose way in between my thighs. He snorted hot air into the nasty crotch band, through it and into the folds of my juicy twat. Then he burrowed down further and snuffled at my asshole.

Talk about thrills!!! His big doggy head was mostly hidden under my skirt and his slippery jowls were dragging over my thighs. "Ooooh, SO good!" I groaned as his tongue lapped as my fork.

He was slobbering up a storm. After three, butt-hole to clit slurps, my panties were covered with hot drool, actually soaked through and stuck to my aroused little pussy. He kept whining and grunting, making my fat lips vibrate from the blasts of scorching hot air. I leaned way over his broad back and slid my hands through his dense, silky fur. He smelled so doggy good, so wonderfully woodsy. My hands slid under his well-sprung ribcage, meeting around the base of his hairy cock pod.