This past Spring, my friends Jeff and Amy got married. I guess they
decided to make it official after living together for about four years.
It's the second time for both of them, and I wish them all the best.
Jeff and I have been friends for quite a few years, and when he asked
me to take care of their two dogs while they were on their honeymoon, I
accepted. I had recently lost my own canine companion of 14 years to
cancer, and while I wasn't quite ready to take on a new dog of my own, I
figured that dog-sitting my friends' pets might help to fill the void,
at least temporarily.
Gretchen and Galen are purebred Bernese Mountain Dogs, both champions,
in fact. They're about the size of Rottweilers,Galen is around 120
pounds, and Gretchen is a little smaller. They have long, thick coats,
mostly black, with tan and white markings on their faces and legs, a
white Swiss cross on the chest, and thick, bushy tails with white at the
tips. In spite of their size, they are very laid-back and well behaved,
and they gave me no trouble at all. They have had two litters together,
and if I'm ready by the time they have another one, I might consider
taking one of their pups for my own.
Jeff is one of a very few people who know that I am a zoo. When we
were kids, we had fooled around with a few of the neighborhood dogs,
examining their sex organs, fingering bitches and jacking off the
males. We once even arranged an illicit mating, just so we could
watch. We eventually discovered girls and Jeff lost interest in
animals, but somehow I never did. Jeff discovered that fact a few years
ago when he dropped in on me unexpectedly, and caught me in a
'compromising position' with my dog Jesse. Surprisingly, he was pretty
understanding about the whole thing. He told me he didn't really have a
problem with it, especially since we had done that sort of thing when we
were younger, and he admitted he still had fantasies about it. He
frequently remarks about how well hung Galen is, and has even (jokingly,
I think) suggested that I "take him for a test drive."
The day after the wedding, I stopped at Jeff and Amy's place to pick up
the dogs. As Gretchen and Galen jumped into the back of my van and I
closed the doors, Amy waved and said, "Take good care of our kids,
now..."
Jeff looked at me with kind of an evil grin. "I'm sure he will!"
After the dogs had been with me for a couple of days, I was lying on
the living room floor watching TV. Galen lay beside me, half asleep. I
was idly scratching his neck and shoulders when he rolled over on his
back to have his chest rubbed. As I petted his chest and belly, I
suddenly felt something warm and wet touch the back of my hand. I
turned to find that it was the tip of his penis! He had a pretty
impressive bulge near the base of his sheath, and about two inches of
pink meat were protruding from the opening. He was just feeling good, I
suppose. I reached back and gave his knot a squeeze, and it throbbed a
little. A couple of drops of precum dribbled from the pointed tip into
his belly fur. I got hard myself almost instantly, and leaned over to
take him in my mouth. Just as I was about to connect, Gretchen leaped
into the middle of everything, bowling me over. Before Galen had a
chance to get to his feet, Gretchen had him pinned to the floor and was
lapping greedily at his cock. She put her muzzle around it and slurped
noisily, bucking her hips as Galen squirted his load into her mouth. He
just lay there on his back with a silly grin on his face while Gretchen
had her way with him.
After about fifteen minutes of humping, snorting and thrashing around,
the dogs were finished with their... well, whatever it was that they
were doing. As Galen wandered off to clean himself up, I decided to see
if Gretchen would be interested in doing the same thing to me. I pulled
out my cock and offered it to her, but she just sniffed at it a bit and
took a couple of licks. I was disappointed at first, but as it turned
out she had other plans for me. She turned around and backed towards
me, with her tail twisted to one side.
Gretchen's romp with Galen had gotten her VERY aroused, and visibly
so. Her vulva twitched up and down, and it looked very wet. I got on
my hands and knees and started licking her and pushed my tongue into
her. She shoved herself against my face so hard that the lips of her
cunt spread apart, and I felt her clit against my lower lip. I licked
it a little, then sucked it, and she smacked her lips loudly as she
bucked her hips some more. She pulled away and ran across the room,
then galloped up and down the hallway a few times, letting out a bark
each time she stopped to turn around.
After about the third trip through the house, Gretchen returned to me
and licked my face profusely. She had the musky smell of Galen's cum
on her breath. I put my arms around her to hug her, but she wiggled
free and turned tail to me and pushed her butt into my crotch. There
was no doubt as to what she wanted from me! I mounted her like a dog,
but I wasn't able to penetrate her due to the upward angle of her
vagina. I tried sitting on the edge of a chair and pulled her against
me. It was too high, so I lifted a seat cushion off the sofa and sat
there. Gretchen tried pushing herself into my crotch again, but instead
she plopped down into my lap, knocking me backwards against the back of
the couch. I'm not sure if she planned it that way or if it was purely
by accident, but somehow we connected, and as she fell on me I slid into
her to the hilt! She felt wonderfully hot and juicy inside though just
a bit tight, and her pussy tugged and squeezed at my cock. Something
deep inside of her felt like a fingertip pressing on the underside of my
cock-head with each contraction.
I leaned over onto Gretchen's back and wrapped my arms around her
middle, and began thrusting rapidly. She quickly matched my rhythm and
grunted softly in time with her contractions, which were becoming
stronger. I held back as long as I could, but she sneezed and startled
me enough that I let loose into her. It had been a very long time since
I'd had an orgasm the likes of that one, and as the last pulsations of
it were fading, I happened to look over at Galen. It hadn't occurred to
me that he might object to having me humping on his 'woman,' but it
looked like I need not have worried. In fact, he appeared to be
enjoying the show! He sat a few feet away, panting happily, and he was
half-hard and showing a lot of pink. His dick bobbed up and down with
each breath, and a small bead of clear fluid had gathered at the tip.
I reluctantly pulled away from Gretchen, and she lay down at my feet to
clean herself. As I sat back down on the sofa to catch my breath, Galen
padded over to investigate my penis. He sniffed me for quite some time,
seemingly fascinated by the combined smells of Gretchen's and my sex.
He licked me clean, and the amazing action of that huge tongue was
getting me a little bit erect again, even as spent as I was. I wasn't
the only one getting aroused... I reached between Galen's thighs and
found that he had a pretty fair knot going. I couldn't resist the
temptation, so I dove under him and sucked him off. He had only a very
brief orgasm but managed to give me one small squirt before his erection
wilted and disappeared back into his sheath. Gretchen had done quite a
thorough job of draining him. Exhausted but extremely fulfilled, I lay
down on the floor next to Gretchen, and was joined very shortly by
Galen. I quickly drifted off to sleep, sandwiched between the two huge,
warm canines.
The following morning was Sunday, and it was warm and sunny, so I took
the dogs to the flea market at the airport. It's held outdoors on a
runway that is no longer used because of a noise abatement, and
according to a sign at the entrance, dogs are welcome as long as they
"keep their humans on a leash." Galen and Gretchen are very friendly,
and they love meeting new people and other dogs. Probably twenty people
stopped us and asked if the dogs were St. Bernards (Standard answer:
BernESE, not BernARD!), but one young woman sitting behind a table
offering cheap tools, knock-off watches, and laser pointers knew the
breed and questioned me endlessly about obedience. I couldn't offer
much in the way of answers since I've only been to an obedience trial or
two as a spectator. I know that both dogs have obedience titles, but
I'm not sure who has what, and I'm aware that they're Canine Good
Citizens, for whatever that's worth. The woman ducked under the table
and came out in front of it, and made quite a fuss over the dogs,
especially Galen,he has the more outgoing personality of the pair. She
talked baby-talk to him as she rubbed him behind his ears and tickled
him under his chin. She then lifted up his muzzle and gave him a long,
passionate kiss right on the lips! Now, it's possible that I'm
mistaken, but I'm fairly sure I saw her slip him some tongue! Damn...
Why didn't I ask for her phone number?!
By mid-week the weather had turned crappy again with the spring rains,
so after dinner I was sitting around the house catching up on some
reading. Gretchen was asleep and Galen was bored. I had tossed his
tennis ball down the hallway about a hundred times, and we were both
getting tired of that game. He stood next to me and pushed his nose
against my leg and under my elbow repeatedly. He made it clear that he
wanted something, I just couldn't figure out what. He had already been
fed and there was plenty of fresh water, so that wasn't it. I put him
outside, but he just ran to the end of the walkway, and back inside. I
decided he might like some cuddling so I got down on the floor with
him. That was OK, but it lasted all of five minutes before he started
trying to mount me! It occurred to me that it had been far too long
since I had last tasted a nice, big load of doggy cum. I got down on my
hands and knees and nudged Galen's flank with my head. He tried
mounting me from behind but I'm not into that, so I convinced him to try
another angle. He tentatively placed a paw on my shoulder, unsure of
exactly what was expected of him until I reached between his thighs and
started jacking him. He got the idea rather quickly, and wrapped his
thick front legs around my chest and began thrusting. With my guidance,
the point of his penis found my mouth just as he launched his first
spurts of precum.
In the many hundreds of times I had done Jesse, my late, lamented
Doberman/Shepherd mix, I had usually taken his knot in my mouth. He was
only around 65 or 70 pounds, though, and not especially well-hung.
Galen is almost twice that size, and hung like a prize bull! He was
only half-hard, and his knot was already massive. No way was I going to
try taking that monster! It wasn't stretching his sheath too much, so I
left it in there to keep it from drying out. He thrust faster and
faster until he reached his climax, then suddenly stopped humping and I
felt him shudder, then relax. The spurts of cum had become almost a
steady flood. There was so much that some of it dribbled down my chin!
It was surprisingly tasty, kind of sweet and musky. (Jesse's cum had
always been sort of bitter, especially as he got older.) I stroked and
squeezed Galen's knot and gently massaged his balls, trying to extract
as much of that delicious doggy-juice as he could possibly give me. All
too soon, he was finished, his knot shrank and he pulled away from me.
By this time, my own cock was painfully hard and slick with precum.
The commotion had awakened Gretchen, and she lay down next to Galen and
tried to help him clean himself up. He backed away from her attentions,
so she came over to check me out. I fingered her as she licked me, and
she bucked her hips and got a little wet. I figured I'd try for another
romp with her, but when I attempted to mount her, she snapped her tail
between her legs. Of course, that's canine body language for "Forget
it!" I went back to fingering her and even gave her some tongue work,
hoping she'd change her mind. She seemed to enjoy it, so I tried once
more to mate with her. No such luck... she just wasn't in the mood!
She would let me do anything I wanted with my fingers and tongue, but
wouldn't let me near her with my dick. Always the way with out-of-heat
bitches.
I was about ready to try and get Galen to lick me when I noticed the
tip of his cock was still out of his sheath. That happens sometimes,
especially with long-haired dogs. I gently freed it up for him, and
carefully pushed it back through the opening. It felt wonderfully warm
and slippery in there, and there was plenty of room. I tried it again
with two fingers, they went in no problem at all. I knelt down next to
him, dropped my pants, and brought my dick up to the opening of his
sheath. It was already slick with precum and Gretchen's slobber, so no
further lube was needed. With just a little squeezing and manipulation,
I was in! The inside of Galen's sheath felt damn near as nice as any
pussy I'd ever been in, though there wasn't much action. Maybe that
could change... I pushed in as far as I could so my cock-head was down
against Galen's knot, and I could stroke both at the same time. I was
so horny that I came almost immediately, while he humped my hand. Even
after I finished pumping my load into his sheath and my orgasm had
subsided, I still felt contractions. They were his, not mine, and a
warm wetness spread over my crotch and trickled down my balls as the big
dog squirted his load into my pubic hair.
I was more or less at Galen's mercy as I couldn't pull out of his
sheath until his enormous erection subsided. Even though I had
completely drained my load into him, I was still partly hard and having
"aftershocks." Eventually, he went soft and we separated. I rubbed his
cheeks and ears, kissed him on the nose, and thanked him for sharing his
wonderful body with me. He sat down to clean himself, and Gretchen
cleaned me. "NOW she wants to lick me!," I thought. When Galen had
cleaned himself to his satisfaction, he stood up and stretched. As he
did, a long, white strand of my cum oozed from the opening of his
sheath. I suspected it could cause him some problems if it stayed in
there too long, so I pondered ways to wash it out.
I had an idea, and took the dogs outside. It was plenty dark out
there, so I coaxed them to follow me around to the back of the house
where we wouldn't likely be observed. I unzipped, and 'marked my
territory' against some shrubbery, hoping Galen would follow suit.
Right on cue, he sniffed it and did a little dance with his back feet.
Just as he raised his hind leg, I reached under him and closed off the
end of his sheath, letting him fill it with urine. After filling and
releasing it a few times, it was rather nicely rinsed out. It also did
a fairly decent job of getting him hard again, but since he had already
cum twice inside of an hour, I let him be.
Over the three weeks that I had the dogs, we made love of one sort or
another several times. Not outrageously often, just a couple of times a
week. Although Gretchen didn't allow me to mount her again, she would
let me finger or suck her almost any time. Galen would politely request
my services from time to time. No leg humping or arm grabbing like some
dogs will do, but he found that if he sat directly in front of me and
showed me some pink, I would find it very hard to resist him!
All good things must come to an end, and eventually Jeff and Amy came
home from the Caribbean. Galen danced in circles around them, barking
and wagging his tail, while Gretchen remained pretty much indifferent to
the whole situation
.
Amy sat on the grass and put her arms around both dogs. "I missed you
guys so much! Were you good kids?"
Gretchen finally acknowledged that she really was glad to see her
people, and joined Galen in licking her face.
"They were great," I said. "No trouble at all. I'd take them again
any time!"
Jeff playfully smacked Galen several times at the base of his tail,
causing him to lick the air. "We're going to be breeding them again
late this summer. Any chance you might be interested in a pup?"
I had begun to think that the emptiness I had felt recently was just
due to the loss of my Jesse, but it had all but vanished over the past
three weeks. Sure, I still missed him, but even more I missed just
having a canine around the house. "I'm seriously considering it.
Jesse's been gone close to a year now, and I'm tired of being dogless."
Jeff and Amy looked at each other and nodded. "Let us know!"
The question now was no longer whether or not to get another dog,
but,should it be a male or a female...?
