Unknown - Bea_s pony

"I had been having my period, was just over it as a matter of fact, and had gone to the bathroom to pee. Clyde followed me inside and stood, his head just about touching my knees. He was panting and had a glazed look in his eyes.

"Naturally I pushed him away, told him to get out of there, but he came right back. I tried patting him on the head and calling him nice names. This seemed to merely encourage him. He stopped panting, licked his lips, and began snaking his head forward as if to get it between my legs.

"At first I thought maybe he was thirsty. You know how he likes to drink water from the toilet bowl. I love the pooch so much, I thought, well, go ahead. Let him have a drink while I was sitting there. I hadn't gone yet, so I spread my legs.

"Well, Bea, he didn't want a drink. He went straight for my pussy. Just dove right in, started licking and slurping like it was dripping with honey. I thought I was going to go out of my head.

"I closed my legs on his head almost automatically, but then, as the feeling swept over me, I gradually opened them again. Bea, he was making me come, right there on the toilet seat. I could feel it coming over me in waves. I could do nothing, I tell you, nothing.

"I gave in to it. He kept licking and licking, his tongue going in and around everything. Finally I felt that first big jolt, you know, when you go up over and you know you've come. I guess I gave out a little cry. It scared him and he backed off.

"I must have lain back on the seat for what seemed an eternity. It took me awhile to come down. Yes, Bea, it was a real long one, several minutes anyway.

"Clyde was sitting in the doorway just looking at me and panting merrily. I could see his pink penis poking its way out. I remember wondering how long it would be when it came all the way out, and I wondered next if he would – would, you know, do it to me.

"Don't look shocked, Bea. I was so hot, I didn't know if I was coming or going. I had just had the biggest climax of my life and wanted more. You know what my life has been with Jack.

"I took my underpants the rest of the way off, and got down on the floor on my hands and knees. I crawled like that to the doorway and when I got there gave Clyde the biggest hug I think I had ever given him, the big furry pooch. He licked at my ear as I embraced him. I was deliriously happy.

"My knees were really shaking though, Bea. I knew what Clyde was likely to do. I wanted it badly but I was afraid at the same time, afraid he might hurt me unintentionally.

"I crept past him down the hall and stopped. I crossed my arms on the floor and lay my head on them, looking back to see what Clyde would do. My fanny was poked way out in back. He came trotting right after me, of course.

"At first he started licking me, which I don't have to tell you set me wild all over again. He stopped that and started to whine, then he placed a paw on my back. I knew by that he was going to try to mount me.

"He got both front paws on my back, and I could see him start to hump at the air. At the same time I could see it begin to come out. He moved in closer, and I shut my eyes waiting for whatever would happen. I remember thinking it was going to poke and jab terribly.

"Instead I felt the softest nudging all over my vulva. It was as if someone with very soft lips were kissing me repeatedly without any particular target in mind. But I knew what the thing was nudging at me like that and strained upward at it, spreading my lips as much as I was able.

"The instant it nudged into the right spot, it never once lost sight of it again, and I had this incredible sensation of something very warm and firm plunging into me. It seemed to go in and in and in. I don't think anything that long had ever gone in there before.

"Finally I felt all his fur up against me there. He seemed to dig in then, pushing hard on me. His front paws clung tightly to me as he pressed his head against my ribs.

"I found myself responding, too, rocking back against him as he pushed into me. I was about to come again and lost control as the feeling became more intense. I think I must have fallen forward when I came. Clyde had stopped humping and had placed both feet on the floor beside me.

"He was licking my arms and face. I could feel his organ still plugged up into me even though it must have been twisted for him to have been standing in that position. I remember wondering why he didn't take it out.

"Not that I wanted him to, mind you. It didn't seem to go all soft like Jack's does after. It was still swollen, and I felt myself closed around it in a kind of heavenly seal. We stayed like that for what seemed like forever.

"Clyde started whining and pulling on it after awhile. It didn't seem to budge, and it occurred to me it was my fault he couldn't extract it. I started taking long, deep breaths in an effort to relax, and all at once it slipped out.

"He took a few steps and sat down, reaching around with his snout to carefully lick his exhausted thing. I crawled over to him and gave him another hug.

"Well, that was it," Helen said. "Ever since, Clyde and I have been lovers. When Jack is home I keep Clyde in the basement as much as possible." Something struck her as amusing. "Jack suspects I have a human lover. He sees the change in me." She giggled at the thought.

I looked at my sister in near disbelief. It was an amazing story, and one that though it had to do with a pet could never appear in Pet World. I wondered at my own feelings about Clyde.

"Like all males, he has a roving eye, your Clyde," I said remembering my own predicament a few moments ago.

"If you want to," Helen said, blushing again. "I mean, I wouldn't mind if you wanted him to…"

"Do it to me?" I asked. "No thanks," I said. "I prefer the two-legged kind." A tug at my throat at the suggestion, however, indicated to me I was probably lying. I had been affected, by both the incident and Helen's story. If I could just try it without anyone finding out about it, I thought.

"Well then," she announced, kissing me on the shoulder. "Let's have some dinner." She left me then to finish dressing.

Clyde soon reappeared at the door. He seemed almost human now that I had heard Helen's story. I called to him and he came over to where I was dressing. I patted him softly the head. "Nice Clyde. You is a nice doggie," I said, speaking a kind of baby talk to him. He wagged his tail in appreciation.

After that he began following me everywhere in the house. It was as if he had transferred his affections from my sister to me.

I kept expecting her to make some resentful comment about it, but she seemed not to notice.

Later, in the kitchen, she was telling me about some French ticklers Jack had brought home from Mexico. It sounded like something Jack would do, trying his best always to make up for the dirty trick nature had played on him.

Clyde was lying on the floor between our chairs looking up at me.

"Tell me about Denton," she asked enthusiastically.

"There's a man there who has developed a breed of pony about the size of a large dog," I told her.

"Pony as a horse?" she wondered.

"Right. What's more, he claims they can be housebroken."

She looked at me as if I had been weaving some fairy tale. "Keep a pony in the house." She said the words slowly and individually as if to make sure she was hearing me right.

"No doubt about it," I said, having to laugh myself. "He has been advertising in Pet World, and we decided it was time to do a feature on it." I knew she had wanted to come with me and reminded her.

"Sounds screwy," she commented. "I won't get in your way, will I?" she wanted to know.

"Not at all," I said. "Wear something breezy tomorrow and you can pose with the ponies. It's always better to have people in the pictures." I could see the excitement building in her eyes.