R Geis - A donkey named Peter

"I played with his cock and slid down under the covers and put my cheek next to that long tube of a cock. He smelled very doggy and dirty under there, but I didn't care."

"In those dreams I did weird, awful things. One time I was under the covers and I had his cock in my fist next to my face, and he was jabbing away, and I put my mouth over the end of it. Try sticking your finger into your mouth – no, try sticking your finger in rancid butter and then sticking it in your mouth and jabbing it in and out real fast, as fast as you can! That was what it was like in my dream – and then suddenly the covers were jerked away and there was my dead mother glaring down at me. She had eyes of fire that burned right through me."

"She didn't say a thing. I just shriveled up. And Bo was suddenly gone and I was alone and awake and crying."

"But those dreams didn't stop me. I loved Bo. I kept thinking about his tongue licking between my legs… and the tremendous sensations it gave me."

"So… I guess it had to happen eventually… I got up one night and checked to see that Dad was zonked out on pills and I went out and brought Bo into my room."

"He was nervous at first so I just petted him and got him used to jumping up on the bed. I didn't try any sex with him. I just soothed him and lay against his warmth and was quiet. And I talked to him, too, low and confidential. I told him all my secrets."

"After a couple hours I took him back to his run."

"The next night I got him again, around midnight, and took him into my room… and up on my bed. I couldn't get him to stay under the covers. It was too warm for him. So I used him to keep my naked body warm. It was a beautiful thing we had. He was very well behaved. He licked my face a little, and I petted him, but he didn't get excited sexually unless I was. I guess it was my smell that turned him on if I was worked up."

"So you guessed it. About the fifth time I had him in my room, when he was used to it and at home with me on the bed, I started petting him, running my hand down to his belly, to that furry bulge that holds a dog's cock."

"Bo started licking my face. I squeezed that furry holster of his and rubbed it gently… and little by little his cock started to swell up and slide out."

"I was naked. And I guess seeing and feeling his cock slide out like that sort of turned me on, because I got the itch good and strong in my belly, and I wanted him to lick me again, on my big breasts and between my legs. I guess I started to ooze a little down in my slit."

"Bo smelled me. He was laying on his side but he wanted to stand up. I held him down and kept on tenderly fingering his cock. I got a shivery feeling up and down my back. I slid my hand up and down that long thing and I wanted to try it… I really wanted to see what it would feel like inside me."

"You have to understand – it's important – Bo wasn't just a big dog to me. He was somebody who loved me and I needed his love. He adored me. The way he looked up at me with his big brown liquid eyes sometimes… it just turned my heart to water. My heart just did flip-flops. He was a person in a dog's body. He could almost talk to me. I got so I knew exactly what he was thinking and feeling."

"So when I took him into bed with me – it wasn't terrible or perverted. It was just pure love. But I was a pretty mixed-up kid. I really didn't know where my head was at."

"I crooned to Bo, and whispered to him and shushed him when he started to whine too loud or tried to bark. And he knew he was supposed to keep quiet inside the house, there in my room. But sometimes he got really excited and forgot."

"I finally let him stand up on the bed and start to lick me. I whispered to him and petted him and guided his head to my breasts. He remembered and his tongue slurped out and started wetting my breasts and nipples, and his muzzle and lips, too, like a slobbery kiss, warm and wet."

"My breasts got even heavier and fuller. My nipples felt like steaming rocks."

"The itch deep in my belly was like poison ivy inside, but with a funny heat."

"I slipped a couple fingers of my left hand down inside me and slushed around and in and out, but it wasn't much good. It just got me hotter."

"I smeared the juice all over the outside of my cunt. Bo was getting more and more eager."

"I took my hand from his neck and he had his muzzle down between my legs right away."

"It was incredible the way he worked his long tongue there. He slobbered a lot and I knew it was wetting the blankets, but I didn't give a damn."

"Bo seemed to just love the taste of me. He seemed to be trying to get his tongue way into my slit."

"I was hardly aware of what I was doing. I just suddenly had my knees high and wide open and was reaching down there to spread myself even more for him. And I was shaking like a leaf. God – it felt like ice and syrup and sand-paper with velvet – that tongue! That long, slithery tongue!"

"Bo had me gasping and panting like a bitch in heat. I was kind of delirious, I think. He kept up that tremendous licking for the longest time!"

"The more I got the more I wanted. I loved it, I loved him…"

"Something clicked in my head and I turned over and got up on my hands and knees. I spread my knees wide so it would be easy for him."

"My guts were icky with fear and sort of sexy dread. But I was hot as hell and I wanted Bo's long, thin hot cock inside me."

"He didn't know what to do at first. He jumped around on the bed and licked my ass and down into my crotch, but he didn't think of mounting me, not right away."

"I talked to him low and soothing, and finally I just waggled my ass and waited. My heart was thudding in my chest like it had boots on. But that itch in my belly and my love for Bo kept me trying."

"He knew I wanted something, he just couldn't figure out what. I just didn't look enough like a female greyhound to make his instincts work."

"But he was all hot and bothered, too, and after a couple minutes he sort of accidentally mounted me for a second, then slid aside and off. But – wow – I had a second of feeling his cock jab at my crotch."

"I encouraged him and eventually he hopped up on me again. His front paws were on my back and shoulders and he was panting and jabbing away at my crotch again."

"He didn't get in – he was between my thighs, hitting my ass… but he stayed in position for about ten seconds, and I made encouraging sounds and said, 'Nice Bo, good boy!' and like that. I tried to reach under and grab his cock and put it in, but he didn't know enough to be still for a second – he just kept humping away blindly."

"Then he slid off and pranced around me on the bed, then thumped down onto the floor, and jumped back on the bed – with that long pink rod sticking out of him underneath."

"He made a lot of noise – the bed creaked and rattled when he jumped around on it, and he shook the house when he jumped down to the floor. I mean, he weighed over a hundred twenty pounds."

"If I hadn't known for sure my dad was doped to sleep I wouldn't have dared bring Bo inside."

"But then he got an inkling of what I wanted, because I was still crouched down on my knees like that and I was calling to him."

"He jumped up on me again and started jabbing. And it happened. Jesus, did it! Suddenly he found the hole and I almost screamed! It was just wham – six or seven inches of dog cock was plunged into me!"

"Then it was gone and he was outside, jabbing away, trying to find the glory hole again. Because Bo knew – he'd had just that little split second taste of me and he wanted more."

"He kept scrabbling and with his paws on my shoulders and back… he kept sliding off one side or the other and having to jump up again."

"And he kept trying to hold on – and he was excited, too, and he dug his claws into my skin. It hurt too much – and I was afraid he'd break the skin and rip me."